Chpt. 3 - The film
Mike and Shirley looked at one another from behind their masks, across the now
tightly-drawn out body of their victim. Mike gave a slight nod, whereupon
Shirley moved to where a large, mobile gantry, complete with spot-lights, three
big video cameras and three remote monitors was standing. She wheeled it to the
foot of the table, switched everything on and, using remote controls units,
focused the first camera on Nancy's face. The second one panned in on the girl's
sex and the surrounding area while the last one was adjusted to take in the
whole scene, including Mike. When she was satisfied, she took up her position
across from him and nodded. Mike turned his masked face towards the camera whose
red light was blinking and said, "Hello. This is the seventh in our real-life
torture series of unwilling victims, bought to you by Pain Movies. Our victim
this time is Nancy, a lovely 5'7" blonde beauty, who you can see laid out ready
for the fun to begin. We hope that you will be entertained by her suffering and
her screams - you can rest assured that we will do everything possible to ensure
that they are loud."
Nancy just couldn't believe her ears! They were actually going to torture her,
for a film! She screamed at them, "You're mad, let me go, you can't do this to
me, let me go, for God's sake, let me go!" She tugged frantically at her
strapped wrists, but the bounds didn't give an inch, she was helpless, naked and
helpless, her body without defence.
Her reaction was just what they wanted, what they had hoped for, the frantic
expression on her face and her pleas to be released putting the definitive stamp
of authenticity on the performance.
Mike picked up a roll of wide tape and stripped a length from the roll. He cut
off about 12" and handed it to Shirley. She bent the first half-inch over on
itself, then placed the tape, sticky side down, on Nancy's belly, just above the
hair line, on the right-hand side. Then, working carefully to avoid getting any
creases in the tape, she smoothed it down, working towards the girl's sex. The
tape ran down over the pubic area, over the right-hand labia, down into her
crotch, and finally up in between the cheeks of her ass. When Shirley was
satisfied with the lay of the tape, she smoothed it down gently, not too firmly,
so that she could see through the transparent material that all the pubic hairs
were sticking to it. Mike handed her a second length of tape, then a third,
which she placed in the centre and to the left of the area. When she had
finished, all of Nancy's pubic hair was stuck to the tape. She nodded at Mike.
Lifting his head to the camera again, Mike said, "I know that you all like to
see a hairless sex, so that is what we are going to give you. However, we
thought it would be interesting to see just how painful we can make the removal
of the pubic hair. I am sure that you are all familiar with the principal of the
depilatory process used on women's legs - warm wax is poured over the area to be
depilated, gauze is pressed into it, and when the wax has hardened, trapping all
the hairs, the gauze is ripped off in one swift motion. The pain is intense, but
very brief - the degree of pain depending on the sensitivity of the skin.
Naturally, the pubic area is one of the most sensitive ones on a woman's body,
so we may assume that the pain is quite extreme. The tape that my partner has
used on Nancy is a new aero-space product. It is extremely strong and the
adhesive is a special anaerobic resin. As long as it remains on the roll, out of
contact with the air, it does not set. As soon as the air gets too it, it starts
to harden, doing so completely in about five minutes. The resulting bond is
incredibly strong, in the order of several tons to the square inch. I am sure
that it will be more than strong enough for the use we are going to make of it,
which is too pull out all of Nancy's pubic hairs. However, I am not going to
remove the pieces of tape with a swift jerk, in the usual manner, instead I am
going to pull them off, one after the other, quite slowly. The result should be
very painful, as Nancy feels practically each individual hair being ripped out
of that sensitive flesh. You will, I hope, find the result entertaining."
"No, no, no, you can't do this to me, you're mad!" shrieked the girl
Ignoring her completely, Mike gripped the turned-over end of the tape firmly
between finger and thumb and slowly pulled it vertically upwards, away from her
body. The close-up camera showed the hairs, now attached solidly to the tape,
pull the skin up, and then tear out. The first inch or so was painful, becoming
more and more so as the taped lifted off closer and closer to her labia. When it
got there the pain was almost unbearable and Nancy screamed. "Stop, stop, please
don't do that it hurts so much!" Mike continued his slow pull, distending the
lip of her sex to the accompaniment of louder and louder screams, as the girl
writhed frantically in her bonds. Finally the tape was pulled right off, leaving
the area it had covered totally hairless, the skin bright red, with tiny
pin-points of blood here and there.
Nancy was in agony. It felt as though someone had run the flame of a blow-torch
over her pubes. Slowly, very slowly, the pain died back to a throb. That was
when Mike started to pull off the second strip of tape. Nancy went back to
screaming again. And again, as the third flame coursed down her belly and into
the crack of her ass.
When she had stopped screaming, Mike turned to the camera. "Of course, this is
only a starter, nothing serious, the really hard stuff is yet to come. However,
I think we can improve on the process." At that Shirley, who was now holding
what look like a scent spray in her hands lent forward and sprayed the depilated
area of Nancy's body. The liquid was an alcohol-based rub, and as it penetrated
and started to evaporate, Nancy screamed again, it was as though the whole area
had been set on fire, the pain was awful. She screamed, and screamed, and then
screamed some more. This time it didn't just feel like the flame had been played
over her skin in a quick pass, it was as though an evil hand held the blow-torch
on her permanently. Then, thankfully, after several minutes the pain receded.
Slowly. Too slowly. Nancy lay on the table, her hips bucking slightly from time
to time as a twinge of pain returned, gasping from the exhaustion of fighting
against her bonds. Her head swam, her eyes were filled with tears. And she
couldn't get out of her mind the man's last words: "This is only a starter,
nothing serious, the hard stuff is yet to come"! This couldn't be real, it had
to be some terrible nightmare. And yet the pain had been all too real. Her mouth
was dry and her heart raced, what did he mean?
Mike spoke to the camera again. "Since Nancy's body is currently lifted in the
middle, we have decided that, instead of just letting her down, we will try some
suspension, but we will leave you to guess just what kind, as we prepare her."
"No, please, no more, don't hurt me any more," Nancy pleaded.
Shirley bent over her and with two fingers of one hand spread her labia wide
apart. Licking the middle finger of her other hand, she started to massage the
girl's clitoris hood, in a circular manner. Nancy couldn't imagine why, it
didn't hurt, in fact it was quite pleasant. Slowly, very slowly, she began to
feel the same pleasurable feeling she experienced when she used a towel in that
area.
Gradually, the clitoris itself started to swell, the tip emerging slowly from
inside the hood. Shirley transferred her massaging finger to it, continuing the
motion. Nancy gasped, squirmed, it felt so good! Little by little the small nub
of sensitive pink flesh expanded, until if was fully-grown. Shirley stopped the
massage, spread K-Y jelly all over it and then picked up a thin hypodermic
syringe. It had been modified, the end where the needle usually fitted had been
cut off and the plunger taken out and reversed. Shirley placed the smooth,
flanged end over the clitoris, so that its tip blocked the opening. Holding the
body of the syringe with one hand, she slowly pulled the plunger up the barrel,
as far as it would go. A clip held it in place. The vacuum, aided by the K-Y
jelly, pulled Nancy's clitoris up inside the barrel of the syringe, exerting a
constant pressure on it, trying to suck it in further all the time. Nancy, of
course, could not see what was happening. For the moment it didn't hurt. Shirley
checked the camera monitor - OK, it clearly showed the nub of flesh drawn up
inside the transparent plastic tube. Shirley straightened up.
"Whaat...what are you doing?" quavered Nancy. No reply. The two torturers
watched the syringe, seeing the pink nub grow purple as the vacuum drew even
more blood into it and it elongated further and further up the barrel.
Nancy demanded repeatedly to be untied, to be let go, threatened to go to the
police, pleaded with them, all to no avail. Silently, the couple watched, until
the girl's clitoris was well over an inch long.
Taking a length of thin, black nylon cord, Shirley deftly formed a small
slip-knot in one end. This she slid down over the syringe. Then she pulled the
syringe upwards, stretching the clitoris as far as it would go. Nancy moaned.
Shirley pushed the noose down until it lay around the base of the clitoris,
below the flange of the syringe, then carefully pulled on the cord, so that the
nose closed tightly around it. Nancy squealed. Finally, Shirley undid the clip
holding the plunger in place, let it slide down the barrel, and pulled the
syringe away. She looked up at Mike, Fascinated, he bent over to inspect her
work. Nancy's clitoris, swollen until it looked like a miniature cock, was held
in its turgid state by the tight cord. He nodded.
Shirley next placed two 2' steel rods vertically into holes in the side frame of
the table. To their tops she fitted a horizontal bar, directly above her
victim's sex. Taking the free end of the cord, she tied it securely to the bar,
leaving a tiny bit of slack.
Mike addressed the camera again. "Because of her position, Nancy cannot see what
has been done to her, but she is about to find out. This is our new Clit
Suspension torture. I am going to start winding down the section of table
holding her ass up. As I do so, Nancy's body will naturally descend with it,
with the result that you can easily image. To relieve the pain, she will be
obliged to hold her body arched up, on her heels and her shoulders, with no
support., It will be interesting to she how long she will be able to hold that
painful position, before her strength gives out. And when it does, it will be
even more interesting to see what will happen to her clit. Will she just hang
there, suspended by it, screaming her head off, or will her weight simply pull
it out by the roots? Or tear it in half, or whatever? But before starting, a
small operation is necessary, to prepare her for another torture later on."
At this, he slowly started turning the handle at the side of the table and the
girl's hips moved downward. When the cord was stretched moderately tightly,
pulling her clitoris up firmly, Shirley bent over the table, an 8 gauge
hypodermic needle in her hand. Placing the sharp surgical steel point on the
base of the clitoris, right in the middle, just below the noose, she slowly but
firmly pushed it into the delicate organ. Nancy screamed. Shirley maintained the
pressure until the point came out the other side and half the length of the
needle had emerged, pointing towards the space between the girl's wide-open
legs. A second needle was slowly pushed though, parallel to the first one but
slightly off to one side, accompanied by another loud scream. And a third, on
the other side.
Mike started to turn the handle again, the section of table dropping lower and
lower, the cord putting an intolerable strain on the victim's precious organ,
which quickly turned a deep purple.
Nancy screamed as the pain swept through her. "No! NO! Stop! Put it back,
please, you're pulling it out, it hurts so much. Please stop, it hurts, it
HURTS!" As she did so, she arched herself, to relieve the pain. That was a
little better, but immediately every muscle in her body started to protest and
she knew that she couldn't hold the position for long.
"Stop it, stop it! I'll do anything you want, but please, please stop!" Mike
wound the table section on down, until it was about 3" below the cheeks of her
ass, then stopped. And waited. Nancy wailed again, this time from the pain in
her muscles. She held the position for a moment, and then her hips began to
drop. A truly hideous, ear-shattering scram was torn from her throat. It felt as
though her clitoris was being ripped out by the roots, the pain was utterly
unbearable. In addition, the thought coursed through her mind that if it was
pulled out, and it certainly felt as though it was, her sex life would be over
before it had even begun. Tortured both physically and mentally, she screamed
and screamed.
Mike and Shirley were delighted, in all the six previous sessions they had never
managed to obtain such a sustained level of screaming. This film was going to
sell like hot-cakes!
As Nancy's hips dropped lower and lower the pain increased in intensity. And
then suddenly doubled, so great that she couldn't even scream, her mouth opened
in a round "O", just a whistling sound as her agonised lungs sought to pump air
into her body. The clitoris had not been ripped out. Instead, the tight cord
noose had started to slide up the over-sensitised organ, the hard, twisted nylon
excoriating the flesh as it went, not quite skinning it, but leaving a trail of
what were almost tiny burn-marks on it. Slowly, so slowly, Nancy's hips dropped
lower and lower, the noose doing its dreadful work the whole length of her
inflamed clitoris until finally it slipped off the end and her body dropped to
rest on the table. Nancy, mercifully, passed out. Shirley switched off the
cameras.
"That was fantastic!" she exclaimed. "I wasn't sure what would happen, the cord
could have pulled the damned thing right out!" Her chest heaved and her hand
went down to massage her sex, the scene had been a terrific turn-on for the
sadistic woman.
Mike was turned on by it too, his massive cock standing out at right-angles to
his body, throbbing.
"Tell you what, he said, "let's go and have some fun, we need it. She won't come
round for a bit, and even if she does, so what, she's not going anywhere."
Shirley nodded enthusiastically and the couple left the room, leaving the
unconscious, suffering blond lying on the table.
