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The Institute of Advanced Sexuality - Chapter 10
While the naked guard with the set of pert tits seated herself on the large bed and awaited Frieda's approach, her two escorts began to undress. The thought of having to sexually satisfy all six women made Frieda shudder for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and carefully knelt down beside the bed and stared up into the wide-spread, hairless crotch of her first partner. She must have reacted too slowly since the woman landed a hard slap to the side of her head causing her ear to ring. She wasted no time busying herself with the meal set before her. The prisoner leaned forward and extended her tongue, not knowing whether to lick the guard's shaved pudendum or insert it into her cunt. She chose the latter and was rewarded with a chuckle from the guard, who reached down and grabbed her ears and yanked them painfully while she spoke. The way her ears were yanked indicated that more tongue was required. She moved it deeper and tasted the coppery blood indicating that this guard was in her period. For a brief moment this brought back memories of the numerous times this was required by a member of the native tribe that used her services as part of the bartering that went on between her owner and the tribal elder.
If she thought all was well, Frieda was in for an unpleasant surprise. Even as she sucked the blood and mucous from the guard's cunt, another pair of strong hands had taken control of her bottom. She heard a low laugh and the observation that from the collection of old welts, burns and cuts, this prisoner must have been troublesome for her owners long before her arrival at this last stop for those unable to conform to the rules. Even as she spoke there was pressure being brought to bear on her prisoner's sphincter. More laughter signaled that her well used anus had been unmasked. Frieda grunted from the entry of whatever the guard was using to sodomize her. She had made too much of what was happening to her bottom and paid a price, a large price at that. Her ear drums seemed to explode at about the same time that the big weapon plunged deep into her bowel. Frieda was caught in the cross fire, her ears ringing and the pain from what suddenly felt like a forest being set aflame inside her anus.
Hour after hour the six guards did terrible things to her body, much of it leaving very little evidence connecting them to what had transpired. Frieda's tongue grew numb from the demands of her superiors as she tirelessly probed the most intimate portions of each guard's bare body. Much of what she was forced to do had already been done previously in her other life, and caused little additional damage to her psyche. Some of the guards expressed irritation that she didn't seem to be giving signs that she was suffering as much as they expected. This in turn drove them to resort to more forceful approaches for demeaning their prisoner. While they discussed what would make her react more strongly, Frieda's mouth was glued to the pussy of the heavyset guard who was making her drink the contents of her bladder and hoping that she might spill a few drops. That would give her cause to punish this murderer for her misbehavior when it came to satisfying the needs of the guard. She had already tried a few tricks like stopping and starting the flow of piss, but the newest member of the prison population was too clever for that maneuver. Frustrated she tried boxing Frieda's ears and at long last a few drops dribbled down her chin. She glanced over to the wooden table and chair and smiled evilly; now the real fun would begin.
It happened quickly; before she knew it, Frieda was on the floor and being dragged by her hair across the floor. The guards made sure that her big tits, thighs and knees made plenty of painful contact with that gray sea of concrete. There were areas of bleeding flesh, but nothing that would require any attention from what passed for the prison's doctor and her nurse assistant. They yanked their victim to her feet and threatened her with extra punishment they often used on recalcitrant inmates if she caused them trouble. Standing was a challenge as her ankles were still hobbled and the punishment she had endured already left her in a befuddled state. Things were to get worse, a whole lot worse before she was taken from this place and back to her cell.
Frieda gasped when she saw the large dildo screwed into the wooden chair's seat. It was a monster and unlike most of the ones she had experienced, this had studs running its length in a pattern that circled the tool a number of times. She stared at the bulbous head made of some shiny material, wondering how much pain it would incur as it split open her anus. Any hopes for some mercy dissolved quickly.
"No lube for this one; let's hear her scream when the big man tears her asshole to shreds."
Frieda began to tremble at the prospect of such terrible pain. Little did she realize that this was only a small fraction of what she would endure as she writhed and begged for relief from the fiendish capabilities of this wooden chair. When one of the guards knelt down and unlocked the irons that were hobbling her, she knew she was in the very deepest of trouble. Two guards took command of the prisoner and moved her toward the chair and the monster dildo awaiting its occupant. When they tried to make Frieda take a seat, she made the error of resisting them. A baton was jabbed cruelly into her belly just above the cunt, taking the wind from her lungs. A second baton was slammed across her tits, bringing a gasp from the victim. She was too confused and in such pain that they had little difficulty in forcing her to sit down on the dildo and begin the agonizing process of absorbing the monsterous metal head of the tool into her lower bowel.
It was apparent that Frieda's sphincter would rupture long before the head of the dildo penetrated past the strong muscle guarding her lower intestine. Some "hot sauce", a recipe developed by one of the guards many years ago, was liberally smeared over the metal head and the process of making their victim's asshole swallow the mighty shaft began in earnest. Frieda became frantic as the burning grease began to eat away at the tender membrane just past her sphincter. Worse yet, the head of the dildo was now slowly entering the anus of their prisoner and the hot sauce effect became even more agonizing. Frieda began screaming her head off, making so much noise that they had to gag her. Tears poured down her cheeks and her entire body quaked and quivered as her lower intestine was breached inch by slow agonizing inch.
Twice she passed out and both times she was quickly revived and additional pain and suffering was added to her misery. Lit cigarettes were used to burn the undersides of her tits and the webbing between her toes. At least that took her mind away from the terrible pain being generated by the invading metal head of the plastic dildo. Her assailants grew weary of the slow process being made by the dildo and they accelerated it. A pair of guards simultaneously pushed down on the prisoner's shoulders, forcing the dildo to go further into her straining bowel. Once more she escaped into darkness, but soon was aroused to face more pain for her inability to remain conscious during the period it took to insert almost nine inches of the fat tool into her lower intestine. This new punishment involved pushing thin wedges of metal beneath the nails of her big toes, an agonizing process that made her eyes bulge from their sockets. Enough of the wedges protruded from her toenails so that pliers could get a firm grip on them.
The guards drew lots to see who would get the first attempt at each toenail. There would only be one chance, no matter the consequence. Some of the women had experience in this sickening game, but that was no guarantee that they would win this sadistic event. As luck would have it, the two winners were relatively new guards and likely not be able to pull off Frieda's toenail in one yank of the pliers. Two more guards were chosen to act as holders to make sure that the prisoner wouldn't be able to move her foot or leg to thwart any attempt. The first guard did not hold her pliers properly and they didn't hold long enough for the nail to be removed. The nail was cracked and somewhat loosened, but still relatively intact. This result was greeted with laughter mixed with insults about her failure. The angry look on her face and the way she looked daggers at the helpless victim made Frieda tremble. She inherently knew that this one had just become her enemy and would spend plenty of time devising suitable pain and punishment for her prey.
The second contestant also had difficulty, although she delivered plenty of pain to the victim by her efforts. Like the first guard she managed to loosen the toenail on Frieda's other foot, but that was the extent of her success. Now it was the leader of the group that took her turn. She smiled at her prey, clamped the pliers down upon the protruding metal wedge, and made sure it was tight before trying to rip off the toenail, the under area of the loosened digit already bleeding from the initial crude attempt to remove it. Her eyes locked with her victim and with a quick turn of her wrist tore the nail from its mooring. The image of the bloody toenail held tightly in the grip of the pliers didn't register for a fraction of a second, and then a tidal wave of excruciating pain rushed to her brain. Frieda's eyes went wide and then shut as the pain sped from the severely damaged toe to the seat of her intelligence, leaving behind a trail of angry burning flesh still transmitting the terrible message along the route the bolt of agony had taken. She could hear the cheering and comments from the guards, as well as the urgings from them to get on with removing the other toenail.
Frieda's face was slapped over and over to make certain that she was conscious and capable of reacting when her other toenail was finally removed. The heavyset woman had been chosen to finish this round of torment. Just before she took her stance, the woman warned Frieda that in the event that she struggled and caused any trouble while she did her work, she'd make sure to visit her later and do some things to her body that even the doctors couldn't locate unless they knew of its existence. All the victim could do was steel herself for whatever was to follow and pray that it went quickly. Unfortunately that would not be the case.
The guard took the pliers and instead of grasping the wedge she stabbed the head of the pliers down onto the moon of the partially removed toenail causing blood to spurt from the already swollen digit. The pain was so unexpected that Frieda nearly swallowed her tongue as she reacted to the blinding pulse of agony radiating from where the pliers had cracked the nail. Those holding the prisoner's leg and foot released her immediately for fear of having those pliers do harm to them as well. The woman made the most of the brief time before she would be reprimanded by her superior. She seized the metal wedge, levered it up and down twice with the pliers before the nail broke into two parts from end to end. Frieda's eyes rolled back into her head as she fainted dead away from the terrible pain those pliers had generated.
( To be continued - rolf palsy )
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