Slut reform 7
I looked around a saw a girl about fifteen years old who was hugely pregnant. I
would guess eight or nine months. Her hands were cuffed behind her and she had
to eat out of a dog bowl.
I said, "Who is that pregnant girl?"
That's Peggy. She is so huge now only a few perverts want to fuck her."
"Why do they have her hands cuffed behind her back?"
"Because she was squeezing out milk to keep her boobs from aching. I guess they
want them aching."
After lunch I started doing the hall thing sucking or bending over for swats
from anyone that came along. I stopped at a bulletin board that had a note
saying simply, "Tonight is a special first time event involving our pregnant
Peggy."
I shuddered thinking if they hit her stomach she may have her baby right there.
That night I went to the show to service anyone in the audience who got excited
enough to want a blow job. Blow jobs were becoming my favorite thing since
although terribly humiliating they did not hurt.
There were only six men in the audience I thought they must really want to see
this since the customers had to share the minimum cost of five hundred dollars
for a show and I was told special shows cost even more.
They brought her in and took off her robe then her first task was to carry a
strap to each customer in her teeth since her hands were still handcuffed behind
her and ask them to whip her, "Slutty pregnant belly and my dirty cunt that
caused it."
I had to give her credit for courage. She stood there with her legs open just
making piteous cries as her belly and cunt turned redder and redder until it was
maroon. I couldn't imagine what they told her would happen if she got out of
position but it must have been horrible. Wierdly the abuse seemed to stimulate
her milk production. Drops of milk began to drip from her tits that were so
tight and swollen they looked like soccer balls.
She was led up to the stage and her hands were released to re-tie them around a
big post which made her dripping boobs push out.
Then the Mother superior auctioned off the right to torture her by one of the
customers. She begged for higher bids by saying,"Remember men. There are no
limits.You may never have this opportunity again."
The bidding went up to fifteen hundred dollars. I heard one of the men groan,
"Shit! I knew I should have brought more money."
The winner came up on stage with a duffel bag and counted off fifteen hundred
dollar bills into her hand.
She said,"Congratulations. Do your worst."
He grinned and said,"Oh I will. I have been fantasizing about this since I read
about the inquisition when I was a kid. I even spent a lot of time and money
getting my tools."
I had seen one picture in a history book about the inquisition which had made me
feel sick I could not imagine why anyone would fantasize about it.
He reached into his duffle bag and pulled out four antique hat pins with ornate
heads and about four inches long. She screamed terribly as he put one across and
the other downwards into each nipple then he got two barbecue skewers and drove
them through the center of her breasts so blood and milk dripped out of the
punctures going in the sides and out at the cleavage. that didn't seem to hurt
her as much as the rusty hatpins had going through her nipples.
He reached in the duffle bag and pulled out a three foot length of barbed wire
secured to a wooden handle.
He began hitting her distended stomach from her breasts to her pussy while she
sreamed but he just didn't hit. He dragged the whip to rip deep scratches which
all dripped blood while she screamed and struggled then he hit her poor pussy
over and over dragging it to rip at her tender iner lips and clit until you
couldn't see anything but blood which ran down her inner thighs in little
rivulets.
It made me so sick I fell to my hands and knees and threw up until I was just
dry heaving.
She suddenly stopped scrreaming and I realized she had fainted. I assumed it was
over for her but they just threw buckets of ice water and put something under
her nose that made her shake her head and come awake to sob piteously.
He took a big walking cane out of his bag and began beating her swollen breasts
with it making milk spurt out each time while her screams resumed until she
became hoarse. He beat them until no more milk came out and then blood came out
from by then just hanging blobs of purple flesh that had once been proud
breasts.
He went to his bag and pulled out an instrument I recognized. It was a three
pronged rake like my Mom used in her garden but he had sharpened each prong into
a sharp V shape. he swung it down into the top of her breast to bury it then
dragged it down tearing the flesh open in three furrows clear to the meat below
and slicing her nipple in two.
Again she passed out and they had to revive her. She was so hoarse she just
mouthed "No" over and over while he ripped her other breast the same way. I
again began heaving at the terrible sight. For some reason she stayed awake and
sobbed as he went to his bag and took out a dowel about two inches thick which
was covered with needles. He jammed it into her pussy I am sure to her cervix
and began pumping it in and out to cause a river of blood as her mouth opened in
a futile attempt to scream.
She passed out again and this time nothing they did revived her so they just
untied her and dragged her body out leaving a trail of blood while the Mother
superior apologized for having such a short show.
That convinced me I had to escape somehow even at the risk of my life.
That night one of our men caretakers came to my room carrying a big white rope
and a flogger. He said "I am here to give you a whipping,"
I whimpered,"Why? I haven't done anything wrong."
"I know I am going to give you one just for my enjoyment.If you cooperate I will
use the flogger but if you don't I will use the black snake."
There was no question the flogger was less painful so I sobbed, "I will
cooperate."
The rope was some kind of polyester that was soft not like hemp at all. When he
made a couple of wraps around my wrists and lifted me I realized it would not
chafe my wrists.
I have no idea how many times he hit me. Enough to turn my whole body cherry
red. I learned a couple of things from it. One, when a not terrible whipping
goes on a long time it can be sexually stimulating and two, long whippings made
me sweat profusely enough so my wrists and hands became so wet and slick the
rope would have slipped over my hands if I had not kept them in fists. He left
to leave me hanging there for several minutes to recover then came back to
release me and demand a blow job which of course I did.
The next day as I was making my rounds submittting to anything anyone wanted I
stopped at the bulletin board to see the show that night was "Inquisition" and
the participant was Josie. I knew her. She always fought them and said at lunch
that they would never make her do anything without a fight. After what I had
seen them do to Peggy I wondered if she would still have that courage after
tonight. I was in the hall when she was struggling with one of the caretakers
and Mother superior told her that she had better cooperate or she would feel
pain she would not believe. I could hardly believe it when Josie yelled,"Fuck
you Bitch.I will never cooperate."
As I stood there in awe they gave her a terrible caning which she took with only
gasps and when the Mother superior walked off Josie gave her the bird with both
middle fingers. I was amazed. God knows what would have happened if Mother had
seen it.
She must have found out she had been picked by suppertime because she just sat
there unable to eat with this stricken look on her face while other girls looked
at her in sorrow since to many of us she was a kind of hero for resisting.
All day long private and the schools limosines brought people in and I heard
some of them say they had travelled over a thousand miles for this show.
That night all of us were sent to the show room to service the much bigger crowd
of men and to my surprise women.
Josie was dragged onto the stage wearing a grey muslim tunic by two men as she
struggled and yelled,"No!" over and over. Her eyes bugged when she saw evil
looking whips hanging on the walls and a charcoal grille near the center with
metal things heating in it.
They locked manacles to her wrists with chains on them and then others to her
ankles. When they were on she was lifted into the air then her ankles were
pulled apart until she was nearly doing the splits and hooked to the wall.
Then the Mother superior said,"This girl is an incorrigible heretic. She will be
tortured until she admits being a heretic then of course tortured more for being
one. Naturally there are no limits but it will be appreciated by all if you can
make the show last as long as possible."
Josie wailed,"No. Please no. I'll be good."
But Mother ignored her and continued, "We will need two inquisitors who will be
the highest and second highest bidders. The lower bidders of course will be able
to see a show unequaled since the Spanish inquisition and be serviced by our
staff of lovely young nubile girls.
The bidding started and many of the women waved their hands frantically to be
sure their bids were noticed. I noticed most of them were older and homely and
assumed they were jealous of the lovely young Josie.
The bidding went clear up to two thousand dollars before a man and a woman
realized they were the only bidders and both had won.
They were led back stage as Josie remained hanging there crying and protesting.
The came back in a few minutes looking frightening. The man had a big hairy
chest and was wearing black leather pants and a leather hood like the picture I
had seen of the inquisition. He was carrying a cat O nine tails with little
metal barbs at the ends of the tightly braided thongs.
She came out wearing a tiny leather bikini bottom with gold rings in the nipples
of her small but nice breasts perfect for her skinny body.
The man came over to Josie and ripped the tunic off of her leaving red marks at
her shoulders while she continued to whine,"No."
I think Mother nust have told them to start easy to make the show last because
they began by circling her hitting her all over with a riding crop. Josie had
experienced that before so she just gasped at each one.
Then they switched to thin nylon rods that left terible skinny welts all over
including her breasts and pussy. That was enough to make Josie cry and again
scream "No."
The man picked up the "Cat" and circled around her hitting so hard the little
barbs jerked out pieces of flesh and ripped her nipple and pussy lips. He handed
the whip to the woman who ripped the other nipple and concentrated just on her
breasts and pussy until all you could see was blood.
Josie fainted. They revived her and then threw buckets of white water on her.
Josie screamed at the top of her lungs. One of my girl friends said,"Oh shit
that is water mixed with styptic powder. It burns awful but will stop the
bleeding."
She was right the bleeding stopped as they changed Josie's bondage so she was
hanging upside down with open legs and her hands tied behind the post to make
her breasts with the mangled nipples push out.
Josie was revived again and the woman took a red hot rod from the charcoal and
rubbed it against Josies's nipple causing steam to raise from it as Josies eyes
bugged out with a terrible scream. She kept rubbing it on her until it cooled
then the man got one and rubbed the other nipple until both were just blackened
nubs.
Josie continued to scream and gurgle. Evidentally being hung upside down with
the blood trapped in her head kept her from passing out.
Then the woman took another rod so hot that when she rubbed it on her vagina the
hair caught fire. When she finished the man took another rod and slid it up and
down her slit causing a lot of steam and I knew her clit was being fried.
The woman took another rod and stuck it into Josie's anus leaving it there as
blisters formed and popped while Josies screamed herself hoarse.
The man took a fireplace poker with a hook and jammed it out of sight into her
pussy. Josie made a gurgling sound then went silent. Nothing they could do would
revive her and she was let down and dragged out.
Everyone was so fascinated by the spectacle no-one had asked for blowjobs or
fucking but now that it was over they more than made up for it. I sucked so many
dicks and ate so many pussies I was nauseous from all the juices by the time the
last guy could not get it up again.
I went to my room and looked longingly out my barred window to see the fence and
a big tree on the other side of it in the light of a full moon. That is when I
got the idea.
When the guy came to my room for my nightly whipping I said,"Do you see that
tree? When I was in school I saw a picture from slave times where a woman was
hung from a tree like that and was whipped. It caused me to have wild fantasies.
If you would hang me from it and whip me until you are exhausted I will give you
the best blow job you have ever had."
"You blow me anyway."
"Yes but that is forced. If I do it willingly I can make it a lot better."
He was interested and said,"Oh yeah? Do you think you could get it in your
throat?"
I had always gagged and my throat had closed but I lied and said I could do it
if I really wanted to."
"Well okay but this is our secret. I am not supposed to take you girls out of
the fence."
"Oh yes! I won't tell anybody. It is my idea. I will love you for it."
That convinced him and he led me out and pushed a combination on the gate to
open it and lead me to the tree. He looped the soft rope around my wrists and
then threw the end over a limb to lift me up on my toes.
He whipped me forever I was exhausted but sheer will-power kept me conscious
since I knew I would have little time to get loose while he was gone.
Finally he finished and said, "I am going to get my bottle of whiskey. Would you
like a drink?"
I moaned,"I would love a drink knowing their lockers were at the other end of
the building."
He walked back to the gate and just as he entered the door I was able to slip
the rope over my hands and drop to the ground.
I ran as fast s I could stark naked to the highway and waved frantically at a
big truck. The whole truck shuddered as he slammed on the brakes. I frantically
climbed up and into the passenger side and yelled,"Go please go."
He grinned and said,"Okay little lady." He jammed the truck in gear and soon we
were going sixty to let me relax a little.
He said,"I have never picked up a naked hitchhiker before. How do you happen to
be that way?'
I told him something about the terrible place and he turned on the dome light to
see my welted naked body.
He said,"Hey that is one beautiful bod and the welts seem to make it look
sexier."
"Thank you. Where are you going?"
"To Los angeles but I am going to have to drop you in the next town. You are
under age and I could get into deep shit."
That was too close and I begged,"Please take me with you all the way I will suck
and fuck you whenever you want or anything."
He got interested and said, "Really? Maybe I'll pull over at the next wide place
and you can show me."
"Please take me at least twenty miles from that place I will make it good."
He got on his radio to say,"Breaker,Breaker this is big Slim I am near Barkly
heading south on 80. Any smokies around?"
Someone came on to say, "You are clear slim I am about five miles in front of
you and it is clear."
He jammed the pedal to the metal and we surged up to eighty until we got to a
rest stop. He had me get back in the sleeper and I gave him the best blow job I
knew how to do then let him fuck me in the ass doggy style. It was great!
We drove all night with me sitting next to him so he could fondle my naked body
anytime he had the urge. After my experiences the gentle fondling and squeezing
were heaven. Every minute was taking me further away from that awful place .
End part 7
