Liliane

Part 2

Liliane

Author - Nazgul

Part 2.

Liliane had been standing there for over an hour, her rectum and bladder now
completely voided, before her two torturers returned. Unbeknown to her, Mike and
Shirley had been discussing tactics.

"I think we should use a dental gag or a ring gag on her," Mike said, "otherwise
there is a chance that she will give in too quickly. After all, the idea is not
to make her do nasty things, but to torture her. The tasks are only an excuse,
to lend reality to the scene."

Shirley agreed. "I think a ring gag will be best, that will allow her to make a
lot of noise, without being able to say anything intelligible. That way, no-one
will know if she is giving in or not. Then we can decide when to stop and let
her do it"

When Liliane saw them coming into the room, her nerves went and she started
screaming at them. "Let me GO, you bastards, you filthy, perverted swine! You've
got no right to hurt me like this! LET ME GO!!!"

As usual, they ignored her, except that Shirley picked up the remote control
unit and switched on one of the cameras. The sight of Liliane shouting at them
like that would make a good transition when it came to editing.

Mike checked the contents of the containers, and also looked at the tubes
leading from her two orifices. He figured she was empty. He took hold of the
Folley catheter in her urethra and deflated the outside balloon completely.
Then, using guesswork, he half deflated the one at the end of the catheter
inside her bladder. The he started to try to pull it out of her. Liliane
shrieked. "Stop it, STOP IT! IT HURTS!!" she yelled.

The partly inflated balloon was too big to be pulled through the tiny tube, but
Mike was trying hard. The result was a terrible pain in the pit of her belly.
Mike chuckled to himself behind his featureless mask, and finally let the rest
of the air out and withdrew the catheter with a swift tug, making Liliane shout
out again with pain. He did the same with the nozzle in her anus, but without
causing her any pain, the tube was made of very soft rubber and slipped out
easily.

Liliane felt relieved. By now the effects of the liquid in her rectum and
bladder and died away to a mere suggestion of discomfort. On the other hand, her
bloated breasts still burned, but even that was not as bad as it had been. She
was very careful not to move, the twin hooks in her nostrils bit into the flesh
at the merest hint of movement, and that was painful. She just stood there, a
beautiful woman with a fantastic body, waiting to be tortured!

She didn't have to wait long. The tension on the cord attached to the nostril
hook was slackened, leather straps were fixed round her ankles and her feet were
pulled out until she was standing uncomfortably with her long legs stretched
widely and lewdly apart. Working together, Mike and Shirley untied first one
hand from the collar and then the other, attaching them to the ends of the bar
hanging from the ceiling winch, which Shirley then activated to pull them up,
until once more she was forced to stand on tip-toe to take the strain off of her
arms. Shirley then once again put the cross-piece of the T-bar against the
cheeks of her victim's ass and pushed it forward, so that it looked as though
Liliane were offering her sex to all and sundry.

Standing beside her, Mike spoke to the cameras. "Liliane has had time to recover
from her first task, now we have to persuade her to carry out the second one,
which, as you will remember, is to suck my cock until I cum in her mouth, and
swallow all the proceeds."

At this, Liliane shouted "Never, you filthy bastard, I won't, I WON'T!!!"

Ignoring this outburst, Mike went on. "Naturally, she will not want to do it, so
we are going to have to persuade her and, as you can imagine, our method of
persuasion is going to make her rather uncomfortable. We have decided to call it
the Bucket Press. Some of you have written in to say that you get a lot of
pleasure from the names we give the different 'treatments' our girls are
subjected to, because it is fun trying to work out, from the name, just what we
are going to do. I think you will find this one particularly interesting, though
I doubt very much if anyone can guess, from the title, just what we are going to
do. And that gives me an idea, maybe we could organise some sort of competition,
clients trying to guess from a list of titles just what each one involves. The
winner's prize could be, for instance, coming to one of our torture sessions.
We'll have to see what we can work out. In the meantime, let's try to convince
Liliane that she would like to suck some cock."

So saying, Mike went over to a table and picked up a metal instrument in his
right hand. In his left he grabbed an ordinary metal-framed office chair, put it
down in front of the stretched woman and sat on it. Shirley picked one of the
big cameras off the gantry and, hefting it onto her shoulder, moved in so that
she could film whatever it was Mike was about to do.

Transferring the instrument to his left hand, Mike stretched out the right and,
putting his thumb between the woman's lips, started to manipulate them. It
quickly became clear that he was stretching the pliable flesh, pulling down on
it, working his fingers into it until the left lip hung down a good inch below
her crotch. He transferred the tool to his right hand, now using the left to
keep working away at the soft flesh. He lifted the tool towards the distended
lip. Because of the way her belly was thrust forward, held rigidly by the T-bar
pressing tightly against her ass, Liliane could see nothing of what was
happening between her widely-parted legs. She could see nothing, but she felt a
spasm of fear shake her body, the feel of his fingers on her most intimate parts
was agreeable, but she was pretty sure that he wasn't doing it to please her.

In that, she was right. The instrument he was holding in his right hand, out of
her range of vision, was a leather worker's hole punch, the sort used to make
neat holes in leather belts by removing a piece of the material. It would work
just as well on human flesh, as Liliane was about to find out. Selecting one of
the medium-sized tubes on the punch, Mike pulled down steadily on the extended
lip, placed the tool over it and slowly squeezed the handles together. The sharp
edge of the short blued-steel tube first pressed the other side of the lip
against the anvil of the punch, then began to bite into the skin, cut through
it, carved on down through the tender and sensitive flesh, finally cutting its
way through the skin on the other side, to come to rest flush against the copper
anvil.

Liliane's body went rigid and she screamed at the top of her voice as the metal
bit into her. But strangely enough, once the punch had done its work the pain
subsided fairly quickly to manageable proportions. Until she felt the tube bite
into her right lip in the same way. Which caused her to scream again.

Mike inspected his handiwork. Right through the centre of each lip, about
half-an-inch in from the edge, there as a neat hole about 1/8" in diameter. At
the moment the holes were bleeding slightly. He got up from the chair, went over
to the table, picked up several things and came back to sit between her legs
again. Putting most of the objects on the floor, he approached her left lip with
his right hand. In it he held a stainless steel ring, a little less than an inch
in diameter and a bit over 1/8" in thickness. The ring was not complete, there
was a gap between the two ends. Grasping her lip firmly, he forced one end
through the punched hole, not without difficulty, the hole was a bit small.
Liliane screamed again at the pain.

Next, Mike picked up a pair of pliers and squeezed the ring so that the ends
met. Putting down the pliers, he picked up a soldering iron, already hot, and
some cored solder. These he applied to the ring, where the ends met, sealing the
gap. The iron was a big one, so the job was done quite quickly, little heat
being transferred, but enough to hurt a bit. Mike fitted a second ring to the
other lip in the same way. Because of the thickness of the rings, the small
amount of bleeding was stopped, the rings acting as plugs in the holes. Mike
took hold of one of the rings and started pulling it down towards the floor. The
lip of the girl's sex started to stretch obscenely. He pulled harder. Liliane
shouted at him to stop, it was hurting her, but he took no notice, just went on
pulling the ring down towards the ground. Soon she stopped shouting and started
screaming. Because the ring was quite thick, it was obvious that it was not
going to cut the lip, so that a lot more pressure than that which he was
currently exerting could be put on the ring, distending the lip even further,
before there was any danger of tearing. Satisfied, Mike let go. The lip, which
has no muscles in it, slowly, very slowly, resumed its normal size and shape. He
went through the same routine with the ring on the other side of the girl's sex.
Then he turned to face the camera.

"As you can see, it is possible to use quite a lot of force on these rings, thus
causing considerable amounts of pain. However, there is a second consideration.
If the lips of Liliane's sex are stretched too far for a long period of time,
there is a very definite and authentic danger that when the pressure is removed,
they will not resume their normal size, but will remain much longer, a bit like
the stretched ears, necks or lips of certain African natives. Now, knowing how
keen Liliane is on bodily cleanliness, fitness and so on, I am quite sure that
she would not be very happy if she had to walk around with the lips of her sex
hanging permanently half-way down her thighs."

Liliane, when she heard this, immediately started screaming insults at him
calling him every sort of twisted pervert under the sun, threatening him,
pleading, a never-ending stream of abuse. All of which, as usual, had not the
slightest effect. On the contrary, Mike was delighted to hear it, because it
showed that there was still plenty of fight left in her - a victim who gives in
too quickly is of no interest.

"I am sure," said Mike, still looking at the camera, "that you would like us to
get on with this, so I will continue the preparations." So saying, he got up,
put the chair back where it came from and went over to one corner of the room
where there was a low stand. Picking it up with some difficulty, for it was
quite heavy, he carried it over and placed it carefully between Liliane's feet.

The stand consisted of a cast-iron base, in the form of a cross, from the centre
of which rose a steel pipe about 2' high, with another one inside it and a clamp
at the top. Shirley put her camera back on the gantry, went behind Liliane and
removed the T-bar which had been holding her arched forwards. As the girl took
up a more normal stance, Mike moved the stand until the pipe was vertically
below her sex. He then fitted a lubricated black penetrator to the top of the
tube and before she knew what was happening slid the tube upwards so that it
slid up inside her sex as far as it would go, bottoming out firmly against her
cervix..

"TAKE ITOUT, TAKE IT OUT!!!!!" she screamed at him, trying to buck to rid
herself of the unwelcome intruder. To no avail, it was too far up inside her for
her to go up on tip-toes and get rid of it, and the base was too heavy for her
to slide it around on the floor.

On the base there were a couple of small pulley wheels. Mike clipped a couple of
cords to the rings in the lips of her sex, led them down round these pulleys, up
to the ceiling about 3' in front of her, over two more pulleys, and left them
dangling. Picking up a transparent plastic bucket, he tied the two cords to its
handle and let go, so that it dangled at about the level of Liliane's eyes. The
empty bucket was not very heavy, but she could nevertheless feel it pulling on
the two rings uncomfortably.

Finally, Mike led a transparent plastic tube up from a unit on the floor and
fixed it to the rim of the bucket with a clip, so that the open end of the tube
was pointing into the bucket.

"OK, ladies and gentlemen, Liliane is all ready to start pressing. The
penetrator, which is currently right up inside her, touching her cervix, is
spring-loaded. It can be pressed downwards. The spring is quite a strong one.
When it is fully depressed it activates an electric switch. This switch
deactivates a pump, which will pump water from this unit here on the ground into
the bucket which, as you can see, is suspended from the rings in the lips of her
sex. As the bucket gets heavier and heavier, it will pull those rings, and thus
her lips, further and further down towards the floor. We don't know how much
weight will be needed to tear the rings right out, so disfiguring her sex, but
we think that the full bucket will do the job. Fortunately Liliane has the
possibility to stop the pump. All she has to do is to bear down on the
penetrator so that it cuts the circuit. Of course, due to the strong spring she
will have to bear down quite hard and, since the penetrator is at the entrance
to her cervix, we can all imagine quite easily what will happen when  she starts
applying the pressure, it will probably be pretty painful. To help her, I am now
going to raise the penetrator so that she goes up on the tips of her toes."

So saying, Mike undid the clamp at the top of the tube and pushed the penetrator
up further inside her, so that Liliane was indeed obliged to stretch up onto her
toes. Mike did the clamp up and stood back.

"Now I am going to switch on the pump. Liliane then has a choice; either she
hurts herself on the penetrator, or she stays on tip-toes and lets the bucket
fill up. Incidentally, the bucket will take less than ten minutes to fill
completely, so she is going to have to do some quick thinking. It will be
interesting to see which course of action she chooses. But before I do so, there
is one more small thing."

So saying Mike went round behind the girl. He put one arm round her body, seized
a nipple and squeezed hard. The pain was wicked and she automatically opened her
mouth to scream. As she did so, he quickly inserted a ring gap into it. This was
a thick metal ring, about two inches in diameter, which fitted just behind her
front teeth, top and bottom. A strap on each side of it went round her neck and
was fastened behind her. The result was that Liliane could now scream, as
before, but she could not speak, or at least, not intelligibly.

There was a slight pause, then a high-pitched whine as the pump kicked in, and
water began to pour through the plastic hose into the bucket, right in front of
Liliane's eyes. She automatically eased herself down from her stance on
tip-toes, and as she did so she felt the flash of pain as the round-headed spike
started to penetrate her cervix; She moaned with the pain, and the pump whined
on. She flexed her knees, forcing her body to impale itself further. The pain
became atrocious, it felt like a red-hot knife was being forced into her
intestines. She screamed with the pain, but the whine of the pump was cut off as
the pressure of her womb on the penetrator cut the current. The pain got worse,
she screamed and screamed, and finally was forced to lift herself to stop it.
Water jetted into the bucket, which was by now about one-quarter full, and she
could feel the lips of her sex being stretched downwards.

Down she went again, forcing the horrible steel implement up into her womb,
causing herself the terrible pain that obliged her to scream in a vain attempt
to alleviate it, and to stop the bucket becoming heavier. Her body writhed and
twisted in agony. As long as she hurt, no water flowed. The second she lifted
herself, however, to gain a little respite, the water gurgled once more into the
bucket. Down she went again, to the accompanying screams. A red film drew itself
across her vision and for a moment she thought that she was going to lose
consciousness. But she was strong and fit and there was no release in that
direction.

Suddenly, she heaved herself up by her arms, in an attempt to pull her body up,
off of the penetrator. The fastenings on her ankles kept her firmly on the
ground, and she was oblige to push herself down again, onto the source of her
terrible pain, wailing and screaming as she did so.

By this time the bucket, thanks to her movements, was now about half-full and
the lips of her sex were distended considerably. She couldn't feel them, the
small pain was masked by the infinitely greater pain radiating out from inside
her belly. Shirley realised this, and quickly pushed a tall mirror on a stand
towards her, so that she could see herself in it. Shirley reasoned that she
would go to even greater lengths to stop the flow of water if she could see how
her lovely body was being disfigured. She was right, Liliane was horrified at
the thought and pressed down harder on the penetrator, hurting herself even more
so as she did so. She had completely forgotten, in the haze of pain in which she
now existed, that she could stop it at any moment, by simply agreeing to suck
Mike's cock. And even if she had remembered, she would have been unable to
inform them that she was ready to do it, because of the gag. She was caught in a
devilish round of 'hurt if I do, stretch if I don't' and there was no way out of
it. Which, of course, was exactly what Mike and Shirley had been counting on.
The longer she hurt herself, screaming and wailing as she did so, before they
let her give in, the better the film would sell, and also the ones to come after
it.

After about fifteen minutes of pure hell, Mike suddenly undid the strap of the
gag, pulled it out of the girl's mouth, and asked, "Liliane, would you like to
suck my cock now?"

"No, never!" she gasped, between two screams, which, by now, were becoming
rather hoarse.

"OK," replied Mike, delighted, "just let me know when you are ready."

By this time she could not only see but also feel the result of the weight of
the three-quarter full bucket on her lips. They were drawn down obscenely, much
farther than she would have though it possible, and the pain was starting to
make itself known to her, even above the other, atrocious, agony.

Through the haze of pain Liliane was being to realise that this was one she
couldn't win. If she didn't give in soon, either she was going to do her womb
irreparable harm, or the lips of her sex were going to be so distended that they
would never go back to their original size.

"Alright," she moaned, "I'll do it!"

"Do what?" asked Mike, sadistically.

"I'll suck your cock!" she screamed.

"And what else?"

"Isn't that enough, you bastard!"

"No, it's not, and for the insult, you will now ask me, politely, to allow you
to suck my cock, and then swallow all my cum."

"NEVER!!"

"OK."

"Alright, alright, I'll do it."

"Ask nicely."

She wailed in desperation. Doing it would be bad enough, having to beg to do it
was the height of humiliation. But the combination of pain and fear of
disfigurement finally overcame her shame.

"Please let me suck your cock and swallow you cum," she almost screamed at him.

"How much cum?" Mike asked, sardonically.

"All of it, all of it!"

"Now say it properly."

Please, please let me suck your lovely cock and swallow all your nice cum,
please, PLEASE!!!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes, YES!!!", she screamed, desperately.

Mike grinned, wolfishly. "There now, that wasn't so difficult, was it?" he said
and, reaching up, switched off the little pump. Liliane straightened her legs a
little, taking some of her weight off of the tip of the penetrator jammed
excruciatingly into her womb. As the pain inside started to lessen, she became
more aware of that caused by the bucket to the lips of her sex.

"Please, please, take the bucket off!" she pleaded.

"Not yet," said Mike. "Not until you have done what you promised."

"But you said that you would stop as soon as I agreed," she said, pitifully.

"I know I did, I lied," laughed Mike.

At this, Liliane wanted to scream at him, to call him a liar, to call him every
sort of filthy name she could think of, but she didn't dare do it, for fear that
he would retaliate by switching the pump back on. She knew she couldn't take any
more of that terrible pain.

"Please, please," she cried. "You'll ruin me if you don't!"

At this, Shirley moved over to Mike and whispered in his ear.

"OK," he said, "here's what we'll do. I'll take the bucket off you. Then, if you
don't do as you promised, I'll put you back on that penetrator, only this time
the switch will control an electric current you'll get through your clit and
cervix. Every time you ease off on the pressure, the voltage goes up a click.
You'll stay on it for one hour and believe me, you'll wish you were dead before
the time is up!"

"I'll do it, I promise," she gasped, horrified at the thought. Mike chuckled to
himself, it was obvious that the proud Liliane's will had been broken, at last
temporarily. Eeaching over, he unhooked the heavy bucket from the cords leading
to the rings in the lips of her sex. Liliane groaned with relief, straightening
up completely so that the pressure was taken off her cervix. But the sight of
her lips, still distended despite the removal of the weight, made her heart
sink. And in addition, she now faced the filthy, disgusting task of bringing her
torturer to an orgasm with her mouth! Never, in her wildest dreams, had she ever
contemplated such a thing.

Shirley and Mike moved in towards her, untied her hands from above her head and
tied her wrists tightly behind her. Then they forced her down on to her knees,
after removing the penetrator. Mike moved to stand in front of her, legs well
apart, his erect cock waving lazily in front of her face. Shirley hefted a
camera onto her shoulder and moved round so that she was facing him, over
Liliane's head.

Speaking directly to the camera, Mike said, "Now our young friend here is going
to ask me nicely if she can please suck me off to an orgasm and then drink down
every last drop of my come. If she doesn't, then she knows what will happen to
her. However, that's all very simple, so we have decided to make things a little
bit difficult for her. In the first place, she cannot use her hands which, as
you can see, are tied behind her back. Secondly, she has to make me come within
15 minutes. I should point out that I have a lot of will-power and will do my
very best not to. If she fails to do so, the punishment will be to put her back
on the penetrator, as I have already explained. I really don't think Liliane
would like that too much. OK, what do you say?"

Liliane, who had been listening to all this in horror, came to the very rapid
and simple conclusion that there was no way she could stand another 10 minutes,
much less an hour, back on the penetrator. Her belly still ached badly from the
first session and she was afraid that further time on it would do irreparable
harm to her reproductive organs. She just couldn't risk it. There was no way
out, she was going to have to give this sadistic swine a blow job, and she also
realised that she had better be polite, if she gave him anymore lip he was
liable to make things harder for her.

"Please may I suck your cock?", she asked, in a low, trembling voice.

"Sorry, I didn't hear that," said Mike, scowling down at her. "Try again."

"Please may I suck your cock and drink down all your cum?" said Liliane, hating
him and herself for giving in at the same time.

"But of course you may," he answered ironically, "and you have just 15 minutes
starting from...now."

The girl barely hesitated before leaning forward slightly and taking his
rock-hard cock into her mouth. She had thought it would taste horrible, but in
fact it had practically no taste at all. What did strike her was its texture.
The thick, tight rubber cock ring around the base of his member, including his
balls, was accentuating considerably its rigidity, in fact it felt as though it
was about to burst. The head of it, with the foreskin pulled back by the
tension, was a shiny, brilliant purplish colour and it slid easily across the
roof of her mouth as she moved forward. She had never done this before and was
not sure how to go about it.

"Bite, and you die, slowly!" she heard him say. She had more or less been
expecting that one, what sort of a fool did he think she was. She knew damn
well, without him telling her, that if she did try to get her revenge by biting,
she would be in real trouble

She moved forward further, so that his cock filled her mouth completely and she
could feel the tip of it start to enter her throat. She realised that she was
having trouble breathing and pulled back slightly. This was no good, time was
passing and she hadn't really done anything yet. If she was going to stay off
that penetrator she was going to have to get her act together. She closed her
lips around the shaft and sucked, hard. This brought a twitch from him. Next,
still sucking, she took him as far into her mouth as she dared, then withdrew
till only the tip was still in it, then repeated the action. That was more like
it, his breathing was getting heavier. Back and forth she pumped him, for about
5 minutes, but though she had obviously got him going, she was now making no
more progress.

Next she tried opening her mouth and licking the tip of his cock. She hated
doing it, but it was necessary. Then she remembered how she had finally got
Shirley off. She closed her teeth on the base of the head and then pulled her
head back, slowly, dragging the tips of her teeth across the swollen, taut skin.
He groaned. That was it, the same trick would work on him. She repeated the
performance and he groaned again, louder. And again, biting a bit harder this
time. And again, and again. Suddenly, he grabbed her head between his two hands
and shoved his cock as far down her throat as possible, and then froze in that
position. She couldn't breath! She tried to struggle lose, but his strong hands
held her tightly. Her lungs started to burn, and still he held her. Her head
started swimming and she saw red, literally. Just as she was about to pass out,
he withdrew a little and she sucked in a great, gasping breath.

She had hardly time to appreciate it before he thrust into her again. This time
he didn't stay there, but withdrew almost at once, only to thrust strongly
again. And again. He was throat-fucking her! The bastard! She had heard of it ,
but had never imagined that it would be anything like this. It was awful. To
start with, it hurt, his cock was hard and it was bruising her throat. Then it
was humiliating, being used in this way. She was completely helpless, she could
do nothing but take it.

Mike, on the other hand, was giving it. The hot flesh of her open mouth and
throat, plus the grating of the sharp edges of her teeth on his helmet, had
brought him to the point where only the pressure of the hard rubber ring was
making it possible for him to hold back. He drove his cock again and again into
the depths of her throat, cutting off her supply of air, hurting her,
humiliating her. He glanced up at a clock on the wall, only a couple of minutes
to go. Suddenly, his hand slipped down to his groin and activated a hidden catch
on the ring. It flew into two hinged halves. Immediately he felt the pressure
building, that old, familiar tinge, that tightening of the muscles that told him
he was about to cum. A couple more strokes, as hard and as vicious as he could
make them, deep down into his victim's throat, and then he drew back, so that
just the tip of his cock was in her mouth. Then he exploded!

He had withdrawn his cock quite deliberately. Had he left it deep in her throat,
and then cum, she would not have tasted anything. As it was, the flood of cum
filled her mouth and her tastebuds got the full effect. Fastidious as she was,
Liliane was revolted by the salty taste, and even more by the thought of what
this thick, viscous liquid was that was rapidly filling her mouth. Even more by
the idea that she was going to have to swallow it. For an instant, she thought
about pulling back her head and spitting it all out. But she knew, she was sure,
that if she did so, the punishment that would inevitably follow would be far
worse than the, albeit vile, act of swallowing. As these thoughts raced through
her mind, her mouth filled and she started to swallow. Reflex action made her
gag, and for a horrible moment she was afraid that she was not going to get it
all down. And all the time Mike's cock spewed more and more liquid into her
mouth. Gagging, gasping for air, she swallowed as fast as she could, until at
last, thank God, the flow from his cock stopped.

Mike pulled his cock out of her mouth, grasped a handful of her luxurious hair
and contemptuously use it to wipe the organ clean of the last drops. Liliane
knelt there, the vile taste lingering in her mouth, not knowing whether she had
succeed within the 15 minutes stipulated, quivering at the thought of what was
going to happen to her if she hadn't. Her two torturers said nothing, stand
there silently, looking at one another with questions in their eyes. The Mike
gave an almost imperceptible nod, and said to the kneeling girl,

'Now say 'Thank you'"!

Liliane just couldn't believe her ears! This vile, filthy, sadist brute wanted
her to say 'Thank you' for his having raped her mouth! She was on the point of
telling him, in no uncertain terms, what she thought about that - she still had
enough spirit left to do it - when she realised that that was just what he
wanted her to do. It would be the excuse he needed to inflict even more pain on
her suffering body. Instead, she said,

"Thank you for having raped my mouth and filled it with your cum."

Mike was surprised by the girl's reply, he had been expecting a refusal, which
would have given him the excuse to inflict extra pain on her already
long-suffering body. On the other hand, her humble acquiescence did show that
they were on the way to breaking her spirit, something Mike, as an out-and-out
sadist found very pleasing.

He said nothing, merely took the nasal hook, inserted it roughly back into her
nostrils and used it to haul her to her feet, a movement she accomplished with
some pain, both from her stiffened joints and the sharp prongs digging into the
tender tissues inside her nose. He fixed the cord fastened to the hook so that
she was forced to hold herself upright, head tilted slightly back. Bending, he
swiftly clipped a thin chain with a weight at the end of it to each of the rings
embedded in the lips of her sex, and sadistically allowed the weights to drop.
The he jerk his head at Shirley and the pair of them silently left the room.

Lilianne was left standing there, legs held wide apart, the outer lips of her
sex adorned with the thick metal rings, stretched down grotesquely, the weights
swaying slightly on the thin chains. She would have given anything to be able to
bend over and clutch at her agonised belly, the pain radiating from it was
atrocious, the spring on the penetrator had been a really strong one and she
wondered frantically if she had suffered any internal injury from bearing down
on it so hard. And her breasts ached fiercely, both from the beating they had
received and from the liquid that had been injected into them. But worst of all
was the mental anguish. She had accomplished two of the tasks she had been set,
there were still two more to go. And, horrible, defiling, humiliating as they
were, she was determined to agree to do them as soon as Mike came back to ask
her. Even drinking piss and being fucked in the ass by a dog was better than any
more of the terrible pain Mike was obviously capable of inflicting on her. Poor
Lilianne! She still hadn't realised that the tasks were only an excuse, Mike
didn't care whether she did them or not, to him the important thing was the
torture, and her screams!