Liliane
Author - Nazgul
Part 4.
Mike stood behind the still-suffering Liliane. She was moaning quietly to
herself, the pain in the lips of her sex was still there, but worse than that
was the mental agony - she was inordinately proud of her trim body and she was
afraid that after having been stretched, the lips would not go back to their
normal size. That she was disfigured. And now it was obvious that they were
going to do other terrible things to her.
Mike addressed the cameras, which Shirley had set rolling again.
"As we said at the beginning, our job is to persuade the lovely Liliane to
perform four tasks. She has already - somewhat reluctantly - carried out two of
them. The third one, I would remind you, is to 'voluntarily' allow Shirley to
piss in her mouth, and to swallow it all."
Liliane shook her head. Never! It was just too disgusting, it didn't matter how
much they hurt her, she would never, NEVER do anything so vile and demeaning!
Mike, seeing the movement of her head, chuckled to himself - good, she still had
some fighting spirit left. It wouldn't do for her to give in too easily. Not
that he intended to let her do so!
"We have gone to some expense to persuade Liliane to do this."
Shirley swung a camera to focus in on a piece of complicated-looking equipment
standing off to one side. It looked like a 8-foot high ladder with a couple of
rungs and a lot of hydraulic tubing.
"This machine has been made to our specifications to do one simple job, to
convince Liliane that it is her own best interest to do what we want her to. Of
course, Liliane is a very proud young lady and the idea of drinking someone's
piss is quite abhorrent to her. However, I think we can persuade her otherwise.
We have decided to call this 'The Shaker'. I wonder if any of you can guess what
it is all about?"
Liliane had twisted her head round to see what the camera was focused on. She
saw the machine, but apart from the fact that it looked sinister, she had no
idea what it was for. All she did know was that it meant more pain!
Shirley swung the camera back to their victim, went over to the machine and
pushed it - it was on casters - so that it stood just behind Liliane.
"I'm afraid that we shall have to spend a little time preparing Liliane for the
ordeal, but I'm sure you'll bear with us. As we go along, I wonder who will be
the first to guess the purpose of the machine."
So saying, he grabbed a handful of Liliane's hair and pulled her head back
painfully. She automatically opened her mouth to yell, whereupon Shirley quickly
filled it with the ubiquitous ring-gag, buckling the straps behind her neck.
They had decided to use it to prevent her saying she gave in too quickly. After
all, they weren't even interested in what she had to do, all they were concerned
about was torturing her so that their viewers would see her suffering and hear
her screaming! The ring-gag would allow her to make plenty of noise, but would
prevent her from saying anything coherent.
Next, Shirley bent down and attached a spreader bar to the girl's legs, just
below the knee. It was adjustable in length and, with Mike helping her, she soon
had Liliane's legs spread really wide apart. The monitor showed the lips of her
sex still hanging loosely at the apex of the triangle between her thighs.
At the top of the ladder there was a horizontal bar, which Mike drew out until
it projected some four feet in front of the ladder. From it hung a cord, which
he tied to the link between the leather cuffs imprisoning her wrists. He pulled
it up, so that Liliane's arms were drawn some way up behind her and she was
forced to lean forward. A leather belt was fastened slackly round her waist,
another cord going from it to a position half way along the horizontal bar.
Mike now tighten the cord holding her wrists. As he did so her arms were drawn
further and further upwards, pulling painfully at her shoulder muscles. To
alleviate the pain she bent forwards even further, until she was bent right
over, her torso parallel to the ground, her arms high above her. The position
was uncomfortable and her heavy breasts hung down in two lush cones, swinging
turgidly with every movement.
Shirley took one of the big cameras off of the gantry, shouldered it and went
round so that she could film in close-up both the machine and Liliane's ass. The
latter was well worth filming - two firm but well-rounded coffee-coloured
cheeks, framing the dark cleft at the centre of which lurked the tiny ring of
darker-hued muscle that was the girl's anus. Just below it the gaping pink
membranes of her cunt, framed this time by the stretched labia. Two orifices
just asking to be filled!
Finally a cord was tied to Liliane's hair and lead back to the belt, where it
was pulled tight, lifting her head so that she was forced to look straight in
front of her.
Shirley swung the camera slightly so that it took in the machine. On a rung just
on a level with the girls ass and pointing towards it there was a metal prong.
It was some two inches in diameter and about eight or nine inches long. The end
pointing towards Liliane was smoothly rounded, the other end held a collection
of tubes and wires.
Mike was holding a control box with a series of switches and buttons on it, the
sort used to control gantry cranes, connected to the machine by a multi-stranded
cable. He pressed a button. There was a faint whirring sound and the prong
advanced until it was almost touching her ass, just below the anus. Another
button lifted it, until it was dead in line.
Mike addressed the camera.
"As you can see, we are about to invade a most intimate part of Liliane's
anatomy," he announced. "She can't see what is happening, so she has a surprise
coming."
He lent over and rubbed some K-Y jelly onto the prong.
"We don't want to tear anything by inserting it dry; on the contrary, we want
her nicely intact for this session."
Liliane quailed. She had no idea what was going on behind her, but she guessed
she was going to be raped in some horrible manner!
Mike pressed the first button again and the prong moved forward until it touch
the girl's anus. She squealed and lurched forward as far as she could to get
away from it. This was awful, she just hated anyone touching her anus! The
position was painful and the prong had followed her, stopping just short of
penetration but pressed firmly against the ring of muscle. Liliane started to
tremble with the effort of holding her uncomfortable position, but, little by
little, as the pain became too much for her, she slumped backwards. And of
course, as she did so, she impaled herself! Her own weight forced her anus
against the rounded tip of the prong. At first it resisted, the pain growing
there too. She screamed. Little by little the smooth metal forced the ring to
open wider and wider. The pain was awful! And then, suddenly, the tip of the
prong slid into her.
The monitor showed the shiny metal disappearing into her body, embraced in the
clutch of the over-stretched ring of anal muscle, while the microphones
faithfully recorded her despairing screams as her anus was torturingly forced to
expand to a size nature had never intended. Another camera, focused on her face,
showed the agonised expression as this abuse proceeded. Later they would edit
the films into a split screen, one half showing the intrusion, the other half
showing simultaneously how she reacted!
Mike pressed the button yet again and the monitor showed the prong sliding
smoothly, slowly into the naked woman. Eight inches is quite long and before it
had gone all the way in the metal tip hit the bend in her rectum and tried to
straighten it out, causing more pain, this time deep inside her. Liliane
screamed and lurched forward again. And again her aching muscles prevented her
from holding the position and she inched backwards, hurting herself even more!
Finally, the complete eight inches were buried deep in her ass.
Liliane was held in position by the belt around her waist, her arms and now the
prong. Mike undid the belt and re-tied the cord from her hair to the rung
holding the prong.. She remained flat-footed on the floor, held now only by her
arms and the prong, unable to move forward and release herself from the painful
penetration. He pressed another button and Shirley swung the camera slightly to
take in the vertical arms of the ladder.
The screen showed that these were not ordinary arms, but thick, threaded rods
which were now revolving very, very slowly. And as they revolved, the rung with
the prong moved equally slowly up them - lifting Liliane with it! The pain was
wicked and she was obliged to raised herself up onto her toes to alleviate it.
When she was up on the tips, Mike released the button. Shirley focused on the
girl's ass again.
Where before the anal muscle had clenched the completed circumference of the
prong, it was now an oval, the bottom half clear of the prong as her weight bore
down on it. They waited. Her legs started to tremble, then muscular cramps
rippled up and down them, excruciatingly painful. She couldn't hold it any
longer and started to settle down towards the flat-footed posture again. And as
she did do, fully three-quarters of her body-weight came onto that highly
sensitive anus held up by the prong! Liliane screamed and screamed and screamed.
It felt like the prong was splitting her in half. The two torturers watched,
fascinated, as the oval hole elongated. Mike was worried that the muscle would
split. Not worried for Liliane of course, but worried that if it did, they
wouldn't be able to continue!
It did not split, the hole stabilised, leaving Liliane hanging literally by her
ass-hole. Mike Pressed the button again, lifting her a little more, a movement
accompanied by more screams. Little by little he increased the height, until
finally Liliane's feet no longer touched the floor at all. At first she had
writhed frantically, trying to get free, but now she no longer dared to, every
single movement sent new bolts of pain flashing through her.
"An interesting position, viewers," Mike said calmly. "I am prepared to bet none
of you have every seen a woman suspended by her anus before. Liliane is probably
already getting used to the idea of drinking Shirley's piss, but we shall have
to make quite sure."
He pressed another button. There was a sharp hissing sound that lasted a mere
two seconds. Liliane's body writhed on the prong.
AAAAAiiiiiyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
He pressed it again.
AAAAAiiiiiyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
Her body writhed frantically, her eyes bulging. The button had released a short
blast of highly-compressed air through the tip of the hollow prong and into her
colon. The pain was beyond belief, but didn't last any length of time, as the
air rushed out through her stretched anus. Mike pressed the button six more
times, at irregular intervals, always with the same result, the screen showing
the horrified, agonised look in her eyes, the demonic twisting contortions of
her body as the pain ripped though her guts. On the sixth blast her eyes rolled
up, she had fainted.
Shirley put down the camera, picked up a hypodermic syringe and plunged the
needle into the cheek of the girl's ass. Then she waved a bottle of ammonia
under her nose. Liliane came to and immediately screamed as the pain in her
ass-hole registered itself anew on her brain.
"As you can see, Shirley has given Liliane a shot, which will keep her from
passing out again as we proceed. This means that we shall be able to increase
the pain without losing her attention." He chuckled, evilly, and pressed yet
another button. The prong descended, until she was standing on her feet again.
The anal muscle slowly closed around the prong.
Liliane was terrified. She was glad of the relief from the pain, but she knew
all too well that Mike had not brought her down out of kindness, he was
preparing to do something else to hurt her. And she just couldn't take any more,
she was prepared to do anything, absolutely anything, if only they would stop
hurting her! She tried desperately to speak through the ring-gag, to tell them
that she agreed, she would do it, anything, but please, PLEASE! stop the pain!!
"Now let's see how our lovely Liliane reacts to a little warmth," Mike said to
the camera. Again there was a hissing sound, this time cause by a tiny jet of
steam which circulated in a U-shaped tube inside the prong. Small wisps of steam
drifted up from the base of the prong.
At first Liliane felt nothing. Then, suddenly, she felt the prong in her
ass-hole getting warmer and she realised, horrified, what was happening. She
wailed and tried desperately to move forward, to pull herself off the metal. All
she succeeded in doing was hurting her scalp as the cord pulled savagely at her
hair. And all the time the heat was building up in the hole. The wails turned to
screams as her anus turned into a ring of fire. She twisted and turned, up and
down, from side to side, trying to gain some relief from the biting heat. And
all the time she screamed.
After a couple of minutes Mike stopped the steam - he didn't want to really burn
her, there was more to come! As the heat died down slowly, Liliane settled down
and started babbling again through her gag.
"Please, PLEASE! PLEEEEEEESE stop!!! No more, I can't take any more, I'll do
want you want, anything you want. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!!!!!"
Her proud spirit was now thoroughly broken, sublimated by the wave upon wave of
intolerable pain her body had experienced. Unfortunately for her, her pleas were
quite unintelligible, and even if they had been comprehensible, no-one was going
to take any notice of them!
"I think that, after the warm-up session, if you'll forgive the pun," Mike was
addressing the camera again "it's time for Liliane to find out why we call this
The Shaker"
The prong rose slightly, bringing some of her weight to bear once more on the
now-incredibly sensitised anus. He pressed a button. There was the mounting hum
of a powerful electric motor spooling up, and then suddenly the prong came
alive. It jerked back about an inch and Liliane felt like it was trying to rip
her anus clean out of her body. At the same time it started to vibrate. Not the
gentle, humming vibrations of a dildo but the brutal clattering vibration of a
jack-hammer. And it oscillated, the tip describing a circle in her gut,
wrenching it in all directions. Simultaneously the prong jerked back into her,
then out, then in again, fucking her ass-hole as it vibrated and turned.
Liliane went nearly mad with the pain. She couldn't even scream at first, the
pain paralysing her lungs and vocal cords. That didn't last and soon the loudest
screams yet echoed through the room. The camera showed her ass jerking in what
seemed to be every direction at once as the devilish prong wreaked its havoc on
her tender hole. She hoped, through the red haze of pain, that she would pass
out, but Shirley's injection made that impossible. All she could do was suffer.
Suddenly the machine stopped, as Mike pressed the button again. But not the pain
- that ran on in waves, racing up her spine and exploding in her brain. The
prong leaped into life again. Her screams became hoarse as her vocal cords began
to give out. It stopped. She hung there, impaled, body screaming with agony for
what seemed an eternity. New pain crashed into her as Mike hit the button. Her
eyes were open, but she couldn't see anything. Nothing existed, not even the
world, just pain, and yet more pain. She was dimly aware that the prong was once
more quiescent within her, a beast biding its time, ready to maul her again
when...CRASH!! Bolts of pain exploding in her ass and brain, more than her body
was designed to take. It stopped.
She had no idea how long this went on. In fact, the torture extracted screams
for five minutes, but it seemed like forever. Slowly, very slowly, the pain
started to die down and her eyes began to focus again. She saw that Mike was now
standing in front of her. He crouched down, so that his face was on a level with
hers.
"Poor little girl," he said, leaning forward and kissing her lightly on the
forehead. "Did that hurt?"
She could only stare at him. He held up the control box, his thumb hovering over
a button.
"Shall I press it again" he asked. She shook her head, her eyes pleading,
frantic.
"Why ever not?" he asked mockingly. "You looked to be having so much fun,
dancing on the Shaker! I'm sure you'd like some more."
She tried to speak, but her throat was sore from the prolonged screaming and
little sound came out.
"What was that, Liliane, you'd like another five minutes?"
She shook her head frantically, hurting her tender scalp once more.
"What a pity. It was really amusing, watching you dance. I'm sure we could get
you some good engagements as a go-go dancer in a brothel - with a little more
training of course!"
She just hung there, staring at him, her shoulders wrenched almost out of their
sockets by her frenzied twisting fight to get free, her ass-hole sending lances
of pain through her at the slightest movement.
"Please," she prayed, "please don't let him do that again!"
"Well, it's your choice, after all. Would you prefer to drink Shirley's piss
instead?"
She couldn't nod her head, the cord held it too tightly. She flickered her eyes
up and down, hoping he would understand that she was trying to agree. Mike got
the message. He placed the box on the ground beside him and removed the gag.
"OK, let's hear you say it!"
"I'll drink Shirley's piss," she whispered hoarsely.
"Oh no, that's not it. You have to ask!"
Her heart sank, this was the ultimate humiliation. Then, almost disbelieving
that she could do such a thing, she heard herself say, "Please let me drink
Shirley's piss."
Mike laughed out loud.
"There you are, you see, that wasn't difficult, was it, all you needed was a bit
of persuading." His hand went down and pressed a button. She felt the prong
slowly inching its way out of her. She screamed faintly as she felt the tug on
the brutalised ring of muscle. Then it was out. Shirley untied the cord in her
hair and loosened the other one holding her arms in the air. She sank to her
knees. Her ass-hole was on fire still, God only knew what damage they had done
to her. Tears crept down her cheeks.
Mike got up and Shirley took his place, standing legs wide open, her cunt almost
touching Liliane's face. She pulled the girl's head back with one hand.
"Open your mouth!" she ordered.
Too frightened now by what would happen to her if she disobeyed, Liliane opened
her mouth slowly.
"Now listen carefully. What we have done too you will be kids' play compared to
what will happen if you don't drink every drop," Shirley said in a hard voice.
And with that, a jet of piss spurted from the gaping lips in front of her,
straight into her open mouth. Liliane gagged, then swallowed frantically. It
tasted horrible, salty, stinging her throat as it went down. The stream went on
and one, Liliane trying desperately not to be sick as she continued to swallow.
Finally the stream stopped. Shirley laughed. Liliane's head dropped and she
knelt there, disgusted with herself for having given in, but knowing, deep down,
that she hadn't had any choice in the matter. Her humiliation was complete. At
least, she thought it was!
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