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Part 3
I had to adjust to this and calm down. I cried constantly though, this was really bad. I could feel them on my skin, and after a few hours like that, there were many webs formed on my nipples, I could only feel the ones running around on my shaved cunt. The video was quite interesting to watch although I found that I relived the trauma while I saw it. I could almost feel every thud of that cone as I watched it bore into me over and over. I shut my eyes after a while and fell asleep, the spiders made themselves at home.
‘Mmmmph!’ I screamed as a full-force slap round my face woke me up. The driver smiled down at me. I hated him. I braced my whole body as he went to kick me right in the side of the face… shutting my eyes, he wasn’t aiming for my face, only the wooden block propping my head up. The back of my head once more met with the floor. He then went to work, undoing the tape holding the spider houses over my breasts, careful not to lose any of the awful creatures as he dragged them off my breasts, and onto a more flat surface, my stomach. I hardly dare breath, move, or make any sound, terrified one would get out and run all over me. As he manoeuvred the glasses, he forced card underneath one by one, and I breathed out a sigh of relief as they were taken away and placed on the floor next to me. I wished I could brush the cobwebs off my nipples.
The driver un-strapped my body from the floor, and I wriggled around to free myself up, having not moved hardly an inch for hours, I was quite stiff. I struggled when he flipped my naked body over onto its front, trying to get up, he swiftly kicked me in the side a couple of times till I did what he wanted. The handcuffs I knew so well were secured around my wrists again as I propped myself up with my elbows, Then the adjustable spreader bar was attached to my ankles, only this time with heavy irons, not tie-able straps. I had given up trying to work out what they could be doing this time. It was pointless because whatever it was they would do it anyway. I wondered what was going on when he attached the spreader bar to a long chain dangling from a pulley system in the rafters. And I quickly worked out that I was going to be hanging upside down by my feet. The small room I was in was quite tall, and I was pulled clear off the ground by my feet. With all my weight on my ankles with no padding on the heavy irons surrounding them, I quickly became very uncomfortable, and after securing the cuffs to the floor below me, he pulled me up even further so that I was stretched out fully in mid-air, completely upside down. I moaned so much that he started to use my stomach as a punch bag.
Unable to cope with this, and with all the blood that had rushed to my head I was very quickly well on my way to passing out. The driver was clearly having a lot of fun though. I soon woke up as usual. And he was squeezing and twisting my nipples as if they were made of playdoe. ‘You have really nice tits’ He snarled. ‘I’m could cut these nipples off, but I wouldn’t have much of you left to torture you worthless piece of shit.’ He knealt down so that his face was right up to mine. ‘Enjoying yourself?’ I rapidly shook my head from side to side. ‘Goodo’
He stood up and walked from the room, returning with some items in his hands, the gaffer tape I recognised, the other thing I couldn’t see properly. All I could do was hang there and sway gently. Fucking hell this was hurting. He stood infront of me, so all I could see were his feet. And I felt him rubbing my cunt and opening it up, suddenly stopping, he decided to show me what he was going to put inside it. Crouching down, he held the 8inch long huge looking speculum to my face, my eyes grew wide. It didn’t look like the speculums I had experienced at the doctors though, this one had the same screw system, but the threads ran above it, not in a handle-like form like they usually were. I estimated the length of that thread to be a whopping 4 inches long! Meaning the speculum could be opened up to 4 inches…
As adrenaline returned, I struggled my feet from side to side, twisting my stretched body, but the driver just steadied me, holding me still as he rammed the whole length of the torture device into my cunt. I could feel it heavily pressing on the neck of my womb it was so long, and I moaned at the dull ache. He set about opening it up. I new he would take it as far as it would go. ‘This speculum is metal, your cunt is skin, the speculum will win.’ He taught.
As he turned the screw, it started to open, wider and wider, until it started to burn with the intense stretching I was being put through. I screamed so much that he stopped screwing, and pumped the gag up even more in my mouth – like there was any room anyway! He then carried on opening my whole cunt up, taking it beyond any natural limits, and into something entirely different. I don’t know if he actually did manage the 4 inches or not, but he could reach down into me with his whole hand and touch the sides on my vaginal wall. I barely noticed though, my eyes were bulging with the agony and I started to wretch. I held on. I had to. The pain was so great I was unable to voice anything as my breathing became short shallow breaths, trying to cope with this level of torment.
The driver laughed at my sorry situation,
not caring how much pain I was in, merely enjoying the show he had created. He
reached from his back pocket a
I didn’t see Choker come in, he was just all of a sudden there. He was holding a small wooden box. I instantly thought of the spiders, and shook all over, although I thought that it wouldn’t be that bad if it was, they couldn’t hurt me physically. I was soon to be very shocked. As Choker came down to my level, he showed me what was actually in the box.
‘Mmm!mmm!mmmmm!mmmmm!mmmm!’ I severely protested. What they were about to do to me was unthinkable, no seriously, they cant be about to do this! They were though. And it wasn’t going to be a pleasant experience for any of us, apart from the driver, Choker and Psycho. Psycho had now also come in to watch the show. They were all excited to see this one play out.
As Choker stood up with the box, he slid a
little hatch open on the bottom, and placed it over the entrance to the gaping
4 inch wide hole that was my cunt. As the first mouse dropped into me, I could
feel the thud, and then the instant searing pain as it panicked and tried to
dig its way out of the blood filled cunt which was mine. The second mouse
followed, and joined in the digging and gnawing at the insides of me, already
torn by the
After the clingfilm he placed over it some layers of material, blocking out the light from the mice, and then secured the whole set up with gaffer tape, making a kind of make shift pair of pants for me out of the tape, so that the mice could not get out, even if I was let out of this position…. Which soon followed. This situation was about to get so much worse.
After letting me down, they watched with their mouths wide open at the sight of me writhing around on the floor, the mice were going crazy inside me, contantly gnawing at the flesh and then digging with their two little feet. I didn’t know what world I was in.
I was dragged back into the main garage, struggling and kicking all the way, Choker slumped me up against him and pulled a noose around my neck and I was forced to stand on my own. My strength amazed me. The mice were now both stood on the seal of their cell, but still digging and gnawing at the sides of me. I couldn’t close my legs due to the sheer size I had opened up to, but was still forced onto my tiptoes as the noose pulled me upwards, closing round my throat. I was going to die soon, this was the worst pain I had been in yet.
With my hands still cuffed at the front, I was able to cling onto the noose to take my weight off it a little. The mice carried on in their frenzy to escape from my cunt. The driver approached me and solved the problem of me clinging onto the noose, undoing the cuffs and then forced my arms behind my back to do them up again. I danced around on the spot, unable to keep in once place or I would choke. Psycho suddenly held me still, slightly lifting me off the floor so I was no longer in a constant state of choking. As Choker lifted one of my feet to him, I knew this could be bad. He wrapped barbed wire around the mid section, the barbs instantly dug into the soles of my foot causing me to accidentally kick him pretty hard ‘Fucking bitch!’ There was so much going on now that I wasn’t sure if this was reality or not. Choker let go of my foot, and I stood on my toes so that the barbs around the middle of my foot didn’t touch the floor. And as the mice carried on with their internal unrelenting torture, my other foot was subjected to the same treatment. The barbs cruelly tied around it.
Psycho let me stand on my own, the noose choking me, the mice frantically ripping my massively stretched cunt apart, and the barbed wire tormenting my feet. It could only ever get worse now. But they watched me like this for a while, proud of what they had done to me, how my suffering was their work of art as I danced around.
They took some photo’s, degrading me even further. And then loosened the rope from the ceiling, lowering me down. The barbed wire around my feet was now suddenly the centre of all my pain filled thoughts. The only way I could stop myself from standing on the barbs and having them piece the soles of my feet, would be to hang myself…….
To Be Continued. J
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