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This constitutes PART TWO of The Accidental Surgeon.
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Faibhar
The Accidental Surgeon
Part TWO
Katana tensed. She braced for the riot of thunder spearing her chest.
Ironically it was all sparked by a tiny prick at the base of her left nipple.
Just like her right. She turned her head away, not caring to witness her
tormentor's craft. Now both were pierced. Weight from the second lead throbbed
as it was fitted in place.
"Very nice," Soporanus said as he inspected his work. Daylight from the
grate above angled differently than when they had first arrived. Tiny down mixed
with shiny droplets on her skin caught in the sun's rays. Beneath heavy curves
shadows deeper. Soporanus cupped one tit and hefted its firm, though pliable
mass. Portions of the bluish-gray metal shone. Tracing up the sweating body
Soporanus saw that her eyes remained shut as they had when he first applied the
ferrum candens. "So much for calling this little thing the "bloodless knife"",
he said. He returned the stained implement to his collection and used a cloth to
dab away thin crimson trails winding down from each nipple. "You accept pain
rather well, not that what you just endured caused one so brave much anguish."
Katana slowly faced forward and opened her eyes. Light from the grate
above revealed more than she had been able to see before. Ahead rose a relieving
arch and brick facade. Seated on a low bench attached to it were the shadows of
four other men. One looked to be some sort of official by the dimly visible
striped long toga he wore. The others appeared more military in dress. She
swallowed slowly and spotted Soporanus's bent figure to her left. He motioned
for something. Scraping noises across the floor drowned out the sound of her own
hurried breathing. "Surgery has become a hobby, much by accident as I previously
explained, though to fully challenge your character I have resorted to less
sophisticated means." Katana sighed and clenched her fists. To each side went
her upper arms. Her elbows rose just about the height of her head. Forearms
angled out and up toward the cuffs locked to chains. The piercings did little to
stop the sweat. Half naked and in chains she was drenched
"You shall see with the introduction of this next device..." From the
shadows emerged two male slaves dragging a tall post. A cylindrical metal shaft
with base, it rose past the hollow of her chest. A horizontal bar was raised
along the shaft from below and secured so that it slightly propped up the base
of each breast, the relative cold of the metal's first touch causing a mild
shock to an already heated system. The tip of Katana's nose grazed the greased
pole that topped out at her forehead. The animal stench of the shaft's thick
slime coating was unavoidable.
"It also was designed by me," Soporanus muttered, referring to the
device as he unstuck the syrupy thin knife from the cloth on which it had been
placed, "but obviously has little to do with a surgeon's practice." Freeing the
tool his stooped shoulders turned back to Katana. Sliding it between one nipple
ring he lifted and then let the pale mass fall.. "You're sure to enjoy, but do
be forewarned that this challenge to your tolerance will be much more strenuous
than before."
Katana's eyes tracked one of the slave's movements as he deferentially
handed Soporanus a narrow rectangular piece of metal roughly the same width of
horizontal support at the base of her chest. There was a hole in the middle of
the bar. Soporanus centered the hole over the top of the shaft and slowly
lowered it down until its coolness chilled the small hairs atop the base of her
chest. An order was given and she was pulled upwards by her arms. Her heels left
the floor; muscles tightened; rising breasts protruded into more daylight from
the ceiling. Loose chains from above were attached to each end of the metal that
nearly touched across the top of her chest.
"You are just about ready," Soporanus said as he disappeared to sit with
the others in the shadows. "Note the slack in your chains. Now I know that the
physical strength of your upper body is only a fraction of what's below your
waist, however you may use whatever resources to keep the bar pressing down.
It's heavy and no doubt will hurt some if you don't lift with your arms and
back." He paused and nudged the one sitting next to him on the bench while still
addressing Katana . "You can probably already feel its weight tugging
downwards...a lesson in gravity if not courage. Oh, and remember there will be
more to follow should you succeed in keeping this one off that lovely chest of
yours."
Katana's arms pointed straight up at the ceiling as the slack
diminished, carried lower by the metal. Its cold hardness touched along the base
of the tops of her breasts. Reflexively her arms bent back down. Puffing with
exertion, she peered down simmering cheeks and saw the ominous shape rise. A
gasp caught her pride of accomplishment when she spied another bar being fitted
over the shaft's tip. The second weight shot rapidly down the greased shaft. It
landed with a clang. Metal atop metal pressed down. Her head flew back with the
impact. Katana's mouth formed a scream, albeit a silent one. She did not want to
give Soporanus any satisfaction in crying out however much the shock.
"She is strong," one of the men seated on the bench with Soporanus noted
as they watched the tall blond sweat profusely, alone in her efforts, shadows
defining exerting muscles. Slower this time the horizontal bars rose off of
crushed flesh.
Soporanus nodded his agreement but also said, "Yes though we are not yet
through...Watch what happens when a third is added." Bewhiskered lips twisted
into a leer. Nipple rings appeared to shrink in size atop ballooning tits
already reddened in color. "Resignation under such abuse certainly is to be
expected."
