A Cellar Full of Screams

Part Four.





Warning : Severe torture story with violent scenes of death and suffering.



Collection and Delivery.



Eva watched Murdoch with frank admiration. He was old enough to be the girls' father but he talked to her with a friendly familiarity that gave her no cause for concern. She had no idea that her movements had been noted and her personal circumstances investigated by a paid employee of Murdoch's corporation. And with the tall blonde young woman holding his arm and smiling in such a friendly way, surely there was no reason to consider this man to be anything other than what he said…..a traveller visiting her home town and looking for somewhere to spend a pleasant evening dancing and having a few drinks. Yes, she was going to the local club herself. It wasn't very far. Just a few stops on the 47 bus. Of course…she would love a lift. Gosh. A Jaguar. She had not been in one of these before. In the back with Eva ? Yes, of course. Very kind.

Eva was sure her cunt juice was scenting the car.

Rohepnol….. One tablet dissolved in a drink. Tasteless. Doesn't do anything, really….except blunt the will, make one lose one's ability to refuse suggestions, sometimes known as the Date Rape drug because a girl won't say "No" when it takes affect, and won't even remember much about it afterwards.

"Oh my God. It's like a cocktail cabinet."

"Well, might as well get one in before we get there, eh ?"

"G and T ? Lovely. Oh, I could get used to travelling like this. My boyfriend has an old Ford van."

"Does he fuck you in it ?" Eva smiled.

"Eva. Behave," Murdoch snapped from the front seat. "Give her time."

"Did you say…….?"

"Yes…..sorry. I just tend to be a bit blunt about sex and things. Bad habit. Just sort of thought a van would be nice for a bit of fun, you know. Plenty of room."

"Not in his van. All full of tools and oily bits of engines. He's away at the moment, else I'd be with him to-night. We like a dance down the Club."

Murdoch caught himself before saying he knew.

"I was going to pick me friend up tonight, actually. She's on her own since her mum died and I'm trying to get her to come out a bit. "She's been looking after her mum for years….never had a chance to get out for a bit of fun.."

It was not usual to vary the script. Murdoch's previous victims had all been either purchased goods or researched off-the-street snatches as this one had been planned to be……..but he had never had a woman accomplice with him before, and it certainly made the prospective prisoner much less suspicious or jumpy. He decided to play his hunch. "Let's go pick her up then. We've certainly got room for four and it might be a nice surprise for her."

Eva almost wet herself. She was trying hard not to let the girl alongside her see how greedily her eyes kept straying to the big rounded breasts threatening to burst free from the tight sweater the girl had chosen to go with her short skirt. And now Murdoch was going after another one.

"What's your name, anyway, love ? I'm Eva."

"Oh..Janet. Pleased to meet you."

"And your friend ?"

"Rebecca…..but we call her Beth."

The block of flats were rather tatty. Janet excused herself and ran off to take the lift up to get her friend.

"Get a drink in her straight away. It doesn't seem to have slowed the bitch down much yet. You sure you gave her one whole tablet?"

"Yes,Darling. You said yourself that it sometimes takes a bit longer with some people and others virtually go comatose."

"She's coming. God, her friend doesn't look too bad, does she ? Fancy stripping two little chickens to-night, Sweetheart ?"

"Shut up, Murdoch. I'm nearly coming in my knickers as it is. Have you seen the size of those tits ?"

"Makes me think of crocodile clips, Darling. Go on, open the door. Safest to have the three of you in the back."



Two miles along the road and both the girls were taking no interest in their surroundings. They were awake, but just sitting silently, responding if they were spoken to directly but seemingly unaware of the conversation around them between Murdoch and Eva.

Janet was nineteen, brown haired, a strong and fairly tall North country girl with pleasant features, not a great beauty but eye-catching because of her stunning bosom. It bounced firmly and provocatively before her.

Rebecca, or Beth, was a dream. Small, seventeen, short blonde hair and a classic 36-24-36 figure which looked more curvy as she was nor very tall. And she seemed to be an innocent little thing.

Murdoch was driving swiftly but never far enough above the legal limit to generate any interest from the law. And, even if they were stopped, both the captives were totally unaware of their predicament and would have agreed somewhat drunkenly that they were going clubbing with their friends.

"How far can you go with this Rehepnol stuff, anyway ?" Eva asked. She was now alongside Murdoch in the front of the Jag.

"It takes away inhibitions but not unless someone else suggests they do something they wouldn't normally do. They are just relaxed, but if you said you would like to feel their panties they wouldn't react with shock. If you said they would really like you to feel their panties and kept saying how much you'd enjoy it,too, it would be easy for you to put your hand up their skirts. They wouldn't resist. Wouldn't help, either, unless you sort of prepared them by saying it would make them feel incredibly sexy. It works almost like a sort of hypnotism without the trance. Girls have even had men use them with a dog to fuck them, and they've been dropped back home afterwards and gone to sleep without even remembering that they were a floor show act with a Great Dane shagging them stupid.In the morning, they've got a sore pussy and can't remember how it happened. But sometimes it comes back to them days later. Too fucking late then. No semen samples to show the cops. So they tend to keep their mouths shut. One or two have committed suicide. Christ knows what was done to them that was so awful once they remembered it . Of course, we won't even touch these two until they are wide awake and fully aware of what is happening to them. No fun in torturing a bitch who doesn't know what you're doing to her."

Eva turned round in her seat. But the two girls just sat there, oblivious of their imminent introduction to terror and pain.

With the girls sitting together on the large bed in the cellar, still clothed and unmolested but with fine steel ankle chains preventing escape should they try it, Eva lay over the soft arm of the settle in the snug. Murdoch rode her gently, thrusting his manhood fully home in the tight warm tube of her rectum. He could feel her middle finger curled inside the wet eye of her vagina as she used her own hand to complement the stroke of her older lover's cock. In front of them, on the wide-screen T.V. with full stereo sound, the pornographic exploits of a South American police interrogator renowned for his skill with variants of the humble cattle prod was showing in glorious close up video clarity. It was pushed up inside a dark skinned woman who writhed and shrieked almost constantly. Fish hooks in her nipples had nylon lines running up and over her shoulders to similar hooks inserted in her rectum. Every time a shock in her vagina caused her to arch, she wrenched the lines that jerked up her nipples and tore at her sphincter. Simple, but very effective and a joy to watch.

Eva gurgled and trembled as an aftershock of a previous orgasm shuddered down her body. She would never have believed that being fucked in the bottom could be so nice. Murdoch had virtually forced her to let him do this to her during the torture of Maria and since then she was not sure which was better, front or rear. Being able to use a dildoe or one's fingers whilst being arse-fucked certainly made for full satisfaction. The other way round, playing with one's own rear whilst a man was in one's vagina was somehow nowhere near as pleasant or as convenient. The tortured soul on the T.V. was beginning to bleed rather a lot from her dark wide-spread pussy lips, the interrogator now shoving the electric probe up an impossible distance, shouting in Spanish at the poor woman. Murdoch moved faster, knowing what was coming. The camera pulled back and showed a very sexy-looking woman in leather dominatrix clothing. She moved forward and dropped to her knees in front of the policeman, deftly flipped open his pants, withdrew his already hard organ, and with a wink at the camera position, she slid her brightly lip-sticked mouth over his swollen glans to slide his weapon deep in her throat. With what sounded like Mother of God in Spanish, the interrogator jammed the prod so far up the woman that a torrent of blood suddenly flooded down her thighs, the shock now happening inside her womb causing her to react so violently that the lines in her nipples wrenched the fish-hooks clean out of her pinky brown aureoles, splitting the nipples open so the climaxing man had his victim's blood spraying over his shirt even as he sprayed thick creamy sperm down the throat of his assistant sadist.

Murdoch did the same, but inside Eva's bottom.

Seemingly exhausted by the power of his ejaculation, the man on screen let go of the electric probe and held the thick black mane of his partner's hair, rocking her head back and forth on his softening member until the last drops of sperm had been sucked from his penis.

Her task completed, she arose and looked closely at the weeping woman's bloody groin, extracting the probe. She spoke softly to the torturer and he grinned and nodded. She walked away for a moment and returned bearing a red hot poker. Murdoch extracted his own limpness from Eva and she straightened up and became enfolded in his arms, both of them gazing at the screen, watching intently as they saw the woman lick her lips obscenely, smile sweetly at the wide-eyed shrieking woman, and slowly insert the red hot iron between the fish-hooked labia and up into her vagina. An effective way to stop the bleeding. Instant cauterisation. And, after a horrendous shriek, merciful unconsciousness for the dark skinned victim.

The end of the video and time for bed. Murdoch had recently talked Eva into staying at his place most of the week. She still kept her own domicile but his home was more luxurious and convenient for her job. If it was not for his wife, Murdoch would have married her to keep her for himself for ever. One did not often come across a woman of such sexual skill and depravity who was also intelligent and beautiful. He tried very hard to talk her into letting him provide her with a nice little penthouse flat, but for various reasons Eva liked to keep her sense of freedom. Naturally, for a man who provided her with the opportunity to do for real what she had always dreamt about, she was happy to provide full sexual favours……….and, despite his age, he was a pretty good lover anyway.

And there was Laura. Eva did not want to be so tied that she could not develop that exciting liaison.

Tonight, though, it was a shared sexy shower then bed. To-morrow was Saturday. The week-end. No work to go to…….except for two young ladies locked in the torture cellar awaiting their fate.

Wearing high heeled black patent leather shoes, fine mesh black 15 dernier nylons and black suspender belt , a short soft black leather flared skirt and a low cut silk blouse that plainly revealed the lack of a bra. beneath the shiny black fabric, Eva looked like a high class prostitute or a show girl from a kinky revue. The brevity of the thong she wore to just conceal the triangle of curly blonde hairs above her quite pronounced labia re-enforced the image. And it was only 10.15 in the morning.

Murdoch really had to discipline his libidinous nature when he saw the sexual vision of his cruel lover walking in to the kitchen for breakfast. He must save his energy for the new guests.

Eva still had a sense of unreality about all of this . It seemed so ridiculously easy. Drive up North, pick up a couple of girls, bring them back to London, and prepare to deflower, degrade, despoil and ultimately destroy them with no fear of the law. Murdoch had told her what the figures for missing young women were at the Metropolitan police………..they run into thousands, not hundreds as she would have guessed………and he reminded her that it was only when the female was either extremely young or well known for some reason that the media ever reported her loss. Literally dozens a day leave all parts of the U.K. to seek a better life in the big cities. Most are not missing, keeping in touch with friends and family, but many just vanish. Usually they become drug addicts and prostitutes. And some become unwilling playthings for the cruel and the savage who can only practice their pleasures on unwilling flesh because what they enjoy is simply too destructive for willing partners.

So with excitement and a tiny flutter of apprehension, Eva followed Murdoch down to the concealed and sound-proofed living and dying area built below the imposing Hampstead residence.



Soft New Flesh.



It was amazing how righteous indignation could give even a teenager like Janet courage in the face of adversity. She had absolutely no idea why she awoke next to Beth on a comfortable bed in what seemed like a small but expensively furnished hotel bedroom. Her amazement and a certain amount of fear when she realised her ankle was secured to a fine stainless steel wander chain gave way to anger when she realised she was a prisoner in the en-suite area………though finding a small kitchenette with food and micro-wave, kettle, and sink made it seem even more like an hotel than any sort of prison she could imagine. She woke her friend and together they tried to remember how they had come to this place. But it was a hazy blank.

Her clothes, and what vague memory she had, suggested she had been going out for a drink. Beth confirmed that she would only have put on the clothes she was wearing to go out.

They both tried to free their braceletted ankle, but the chain, though fine, was virtually indestructible. The decided to make some tea, have a bit of breakfast, was and freshen up…….pretend it was like being in a hotel and await whatever happened.Neither of them seriously imagined anything dreadful about their predicament. This may have been a residue of the Rohypnol affecting their judgement, or possibly their North Country openness and innocence simply did not give their minds any idea of what could befall a young woman in chains. When the door opened and a lady dressed a bit like a tart came in, they were both shocked and intrigued. Behind her a pleasant looking slightly grey haired gentleman, fairly tall, wearing a smart pair of cream worsted sports trousers and a silk shirt in pristine white.

"Good morning,girls. Did you sleep well?" the blonde asked, smiling.

"Err…..well, yes, I suppose so. Where are we and what the fuck are these chains for ?" Janet snapped, still without any fear.

"Oh, my goodness. That's not the sort of language a young lady should use," Murdoch smiled. "I would think a girl swearing like that would deserve to have her bottom spanked, wouldn't you Eva?"

"What ?" Janet gasped, the first sense of alarm showing in her eyes.

"He said you need your arse slapped for being such a common little slut, dear!" Eva purred. "He's very good at teaching cunts like you to have good manners. Amazing how co-operative you get when Mr. Murdoch has warmed your bare bum cheeks up with a nice bit of old-fashioned caning."

Beth had been silent in a sort of shocked amazement, but when she heard Eva's crude comment it shook her into responding.

"You………..what did you say ? Who are you people ? Where are we ?"

"You are in Mr.Murdoch's home for wayward girls, dear. I'm your chief teacher or mistress. You'll learn to do just what we tell you or suffer the consequences. You see, I don't just teach you to do as Mr.Murdoch tells you. I punish you if you don't do as you're told. He joins in, of course. He likes soft new flesh to fondle and abuse. I prefer to hurt it, but you'll find that out fairly quickly. And, of course, you will be sexually abused by both of us."

There was a shocked silence, one pair of dark brown and another pair of slate blue eyes widening in realisation that things were far from good. Eva found their expressions absolutely wonderful. Their mouths open in little circles of shock, their movement seemingly frozen as they absorbed the unwelcome information. Then the sort of nervously disbelieving expression from Janet as she said "Oh, come on. You're having us on aren't you ? Stop messing about!"

Eva raised the hem of her tiny skirt, her long and lovely legs looking extremely shapely in the nylons with the erotic fingers of her suspenders crossing the creamy expanse of her firm thighs. She lewdly pulled the thong to one side to expose her wet labia, ran her forefinger over her moist lips, then deliberately and slowly pushed her forefinger into her pussy slit and with languid eroticism, gently masturbated herself for a minute. "Oh no, Pet. We are most definitely not 'messing about' as you put it. And just to make sure you understand, would you please stand up and unfasten your skirt. Then lift up your sweater and show us your tits."

Murdoch was delighted. This was so interesting, seeing how his mistress played her role and enjoying the horror the girls were beginning to experience. He had to re-arrange his swelling penis in his trousers, a movement both new girls saw with awful realisation. The outline of his cock was plainly visible and getting bigger.

"I'm not doing that……what the Hell gives you the right to think you can boss us around ?" Janet snapped.

Eva shrugged her shoulders and turned to Murdoch with a sad expression on her face. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Murdoch, but she is refusing to obey a command. I think that means she needs to have the whip on her bare bottom……..at least five strokes."

"No…….ten, Eva. Be generous. The girl has to learn that your word is law. A sound thrashing should help."

And Murdoch pulled a small chrome revolver from the pocket of his tailored slacks. He aimed the gun and suddenly pulled the trigger. The report sounded deafening in the small room. The .22 bullet tore into one of the feather pillows on the bed, bursting it so a little cloud of duck down flew into the air. Both the captive girls leapt in shock, their faces suddenly turning pale with fear.

"Strip or I shoot your left foot, slut" Murdoch smiled pleasantly, swinging the smoking tiny barrel round to aim at Janet's feet.

"Jesus Christ you're fuckin' mad !" Janet gasped, but she began to unfasten her skirt as fast as her fingers could do it. Down to her ankles, but prevented from leaving her legs by the chain. She pulled the bottom of her sweater, revealing a very well filled bra. that jutted out in twin cones of black nylon edged with lace.

"Bra. off, pet. Let's see if they stay firm without support ," Eva smiled.

When she saw just how firmly those twin peaks did stand, she had a tinge of jealousy despite her own breasts being well above average in the jutting department. And then she smiled even more as she thought what she would put them through before the slut was dead.

"Bend over and hold on to the bed rail," Eva snapped.

The rounded bottom faced her, trembling slightly. Small fine nylon briefs stretched over the moons. She wore those suspender tights that had the crotchless area so one could let the boys have a feel without all that skirt-rucking tight dropping nonsense. Eve unclipped what had looked to be just a decorative belt around the waist of her tartish skirt, and it uncoiled to reveal a short thin woven leather whip.

Janet's big brown eyes grew even bigger as she looked over her shoulder to see this bizarre blonde slowly swinging a real black shiny leather whip……….

"No……..please, look, I'm sorry…….I didn't mean to be rude, I just…"

Then she shrieked.

"Fuckinell…….."

Six times the whip hissed as it cut the air and flew with devastating accuracy across the twin cheeks of a wildly wriggling bottom, ripping tights and panties to shreds in the process.

Murdoch unzipped his immaculate cream worsteds and pulled his erection from uncomfortable containment to jut proudly forth.

Beth was horrified, cowering as far away as her ankle chain would allow, watching the whipping of her friend's buttocks and seeing the exposure of the old man's cock with increasing realisation that she was in the shit, as the saying goes.

Janet was face down on the floor, a tangle of threshing limbs but seemingly unable to evade the snapping bite of that damned whip. And her total devastation was after only the mildest of attacks.

"On your knees, bitch ," Murdoch purred almost softly. "You know what to do to this, and you know that my dear lady friend here will be delighted if you don't do it properly because then she can tie you down and really whip your ass."

Salty tears flowing down her face, cheeks crimson with shame, and whimpering with humiliation and fear, the young woman began to learn what sexual slavery really means as she parted her lips and slid them fully over the swollen glans of her master.

While she allowed this awful man to take a handful of her hair and use it to push her head down onto his penis in slow rhythmic strokes, Janet could see the blonde woman calmly masturbating, holding the lips of her vulva spread wide and using the handle of the whip like a dildoe. These people were freaks. She realised with a sick certainty that somehow her world had become one of extreme danger, controlled by strangers who had little regard for the law and certainly no regard for the concept of morality. Her hair hurt as Murdoch jerked her head with increasing speed. He was enjoying this oral attention, but it was the way the other girl's eyes were nearly popping from her head as she saw the lewd self-gratification of Eva as well as his fellated cock that really turned him on.

"Get the other bitch naked, Darling !" he grunted, and as Eva immediately leapt onto the young cowering blonde girl, he could hold back no longer and sent five surging jets of his seed into Janet's throat.

He looked after himself. Regular exercise, good food, nothing other than sexual depravity to excess, and the best medical care to ensure top performance, but even he found the rest of the day to be tiring.

He had to fuck the seventeen year old blonde bimbo who really was a virgin ! Looking after poor mummy while the other girls her age were having their cherries taken……And he had to introduce the big-boobed older bitch to anal penetration, which she had never allowed her boy friend to even get near to doing. Then make the blonde learn how to lick round the rim of his glans and bring his cock slowly back to life so she could take it deep in her throat and find out what sperm tastes like when it's squirted into your gullet. And as if that was not hard enough, he had to see Eva force both the sobbing little sluts to suck cunt, hers first, of course, then each others !

They had not even left the guest rooms. The only pain had been administered with that small whip and a bit of very satisfying breast slapping, so both girls were left to sob themselves to sleep still blissfully unaware that they had a torture chamber fit for Satan himself awaiting their pretty bodies next door…….

That all changed the following day.

Red-eyed from crying but otherwise in perfect health, the two girls were carefully cuffed and blind folded before making the short trip to the special play rooms.

Beth was strapped to a swinging beam, Janet spread out in an open "X" inside a steel frame. Both were completely naked. And when the blind folds were removed, they could see just how bad things were going to be………..

Just to make sure they had no illusions, Murdoch had fitted one of those new and rather expensive flat screen ultra thin colour T.V's against the least used wall of the torture chamber so that he could show his victims either one of the many torture videos he owned or, in a deliciously cruel way, video pictures of their own torture. This allowed them to see what they looked like from other perspectives as the whips scoured their flesh or the brands scorched into their bodies.

Close ups of the needles Eva was starting to push inside those enormous jugs Janet boasted were the first pictures shown on the new screen. As she screamed, the nineteen year old found her eyes drawn against their will to the screen and the image of one dusky red nipple and Eva's fingers pinching the crinkled tip to pull it taut as her other hand slowly drove long needles into the aureole. She could see the tiny ball of blood well up, then form a scarlet tracery as it flowed down the shuddering slope of her breast to join the others. Even as the sensory message of a fresh needle point denting her skin flashed to her brain, so the visual message of pain re-enforced her agony as she saw her nipple pierced again and again.

When the man gleefully began to heat the projecting steel needles, many of which had been thrust so far that they erupted the other side of the milk stalk on her nipple, Janet could see her skin redden, watch the steam as blood boiled, see the skin char as the smell of burning flesh assailed yet another of her senses.

And the beauty of this system was that the other girl could see her friend's torment in living close up full colour wide screen detail, too. Not only were her ears assailed by the reverberating shrieks of mad agony, her eyes could see every brutality too.

Eva and Murdoch took turns to aim and focus the four linked video cameras, to zoom in on whatever part of the naked girl was to be tortured. With a small remote, they could select which camera view should be displayed on screen.

After Janet's lush breasts it was Beth's blonde fringed cunt that featured on screen as some of the sweetly delicate fronds of her bush were jerked from her pudenda and cigarettes used to re-decorate the denuded patches with blistered burned circles.

Eva could not resist using a few needles on that extra sensitive groove that forms the upright of the Venus delta, slowly easing them in around the shrieking slut's clitoris while Murdoch pulled the cunt's cunt lips wide apart with serrated pliers.

A savage beating with pliant split bamboo canes completed the new victims' introductions to agony, Eva and Murdoch slashing the light weight canes over the embedded needles until Janet's nipples and Beth's pussy petals were grotesquely swollen and both girls had passed out well before the sadist's ceased flogging them…………..



Work interfered with pleasure, but the respite from orgasmic discharges did at least give Eva time to re-charge her batteries.

She was thinking that as she approved a new magazine lay-out. One of her colleagues asked her why she was smiling.

"Oh, nothing……just thinking about batteries," she grinned…….not telling that she had just remembered Murdoch lining up the battery powered torture dildoes to be re-charged for use on the new girls. But that would have to wait a day or two, as he had business in Paris.

So Eva had called Laura, and they were spending the night together.

GIRL TALK.

"Lower……oh….there……oooghh….now….harder…….oh, Jesus….Mary……mother of God……YESSSSSS !"

Laura's dark cunt flesh was swollen and hardened, those deliciously sensitive raised bands that were the secret erection most women loved and most men didn't even know existed, tingling, sending those shivers that flow like electricity right down her legs and curling her toes as she came again. A multiplicity of orgasms. Two mouths that knew every crevice of their target, tongues with the skill to flick with light tenderness or gouge with thirsty need, fingers that could slide with incredible accuracy to explore just the region of nerve jangling pleasure that demanded to be touched…………and words that could be of soft loving tenderness, wild urgent need, or incredibly obscene encouragement and arousal.

If any man could learn to play the sweet open harp that a woman's open legs displays with the skill that a practised Lesbian employs, he would have women clamouring to share his bed. Of course, many men say the same of their own brothers in homosexuality…..that until a practised man has brought your cock to climax with his lips you have never known how good a blow job really can be. Unfortunately, moral ethics cause many brothers and sisters never to find out the true pleasures of the flesh. For Laura and Eva there was no such restraint. Not only did their lovemaking bring total satisfaction beyond the normal, they were able to add still more sensation by sharing the depravity of sadism.

Laura had just found a site on the internet on which drawn images of tortured women were displayed. There were plenty of sites on which one could see models bound and abused, but these rarely turned Laura on unless the model happened to be a particular type. But drawn images were sure to warm those folded labia……….especially the most blatant and outrageous images on the snuffart site.

Looking at the mainly black and white drawings on the small screen of Laura's computer, Eva wanted to tell her friend that she could bring her videos of pretty girls being really tortured , scenes that really did show those spikes hammering through stretched tits or spiked dildoes ripping into bleeding cuntflesh, but she knew that Laura may find the reality less than appealing. To Eva it seemed strange that they could talk about injecting acid into the belly of a pregnant woman while she hung from steel hooks driven into the milk-filled underflesh of her beaten and branded tits, yet could not gain pleasure from the sight on screen of a torturer pushing the cattle prodder into some South American pussy for a little electrical entertainment if it was real,

Maybe a cartoon film would be the answer, or at least a good introduction……….

She made a mental note to ask Murdoch if he could get a dirty torture cartoon for her to borrow. Some of those Japanese "Manga" things showed quite graphic girl-torture, but usually with hours of less interesting mechanical monsters rampaging through wastelands of post nuclear havoc.

"Dunsul"………..a site for showing ladies dying, no rescue, no last minute reprieve, just good merciless killings!

They watched, impatient as each new section took ages to load, delighted if the artistic results were of girls really being slaughtered rather than just in bondage. And warming each other up with deep probing fingers as they went from picture to picture, greedy to talk about what they saw, commenting on the styles of the artists.………Way out rough sketches or carefully drafted drawings, caricatures or neatly drawn maidens with expression and character.

Some concentrated on one form of punishment, ( hanging seemed popular) but others showed really inventive tortures with girls writhing on hooked breasts or sliding agonisingly down vaginal spears. Rape, the male sort, featured prominently of course, with huge rampant penis' thrusting into well-whipped pussy meat or rammed into widespread lips…….Laura loved these even though male cocks were not her thing. If the drawings showed women wearing torture dildoes, that was even better, of course.

The mutual finger play was having its inevitable result, both of them starting to squirm as their sexual organs became wet and pouting, the lips swelling, the clitoral ridges hardening and growing still more sensitive to further stimulation……..until even the drawings of breast-slashed girls could not hold their attention any longer and they lay down head to crotch, tongues driving deep into those sweet salty crevices to taste each other's passion. Knowledgeable touches soon brought the orgasms they wanted shuddering down their spines and jerking maddeningly along their legs . Like grounded fish their naked bodies twisted and quivered. Had outsiders been able to witness those frantic writhings they would have thought the poor bitches were being given electric shocks, so similar the quivering of ecstasy and agony.

Men are fortunate in one way…….once they have achieved ejaculation it is understood that they will need time to recover before their body can show further signs of sexual arousal. We poor women have no such respite. If a skilled lover continues to probe the right area of arousal, our bodies continue to respond even though nerves and tissues are exhausted and desperate for respite. Both Laura and Eva knew exactly where to probe and just how hard to bite, how fast to rub, how deep to thrust. With an almost cruel passion, they forced each other to jerk and scream with absolutely nerve-shattering climaxes that shuddered through every fibre of their bodies over and over again, neither wanting to be the first to break away and admit defeat. Their nipples were engorged, projecting like missile warheads, their labia swollen and out-furled, their vaginal walls expanded and ridged with corded ripples of swollen tissue. Deep in their cavities, the rings of the os had expanded and also hardened. Their bladders could not contain the waves of pressure, and they squirted unintentional little jets of urine into each other's mouths, the salty taste blending with the strong musky scent of female arousal in a heady cocktail of love juice.

Eventually, sheer exhaustion forced an honourable draw, the sweating naked women gasping for air as they broke away from their oral explorations, and after some time just lying there with little silly giggles of pure pleasure, they made it to the bathroom to share a long scented bath.

"I think I will have to let you join me when I discipline one of my maso-girls" Laura growled. "If both of us worked on one girl at the same time, she'd pee herself and go to heaven!"

Eva smiled. "One day I'll teach you that it would be fun to slit the tits off a real live girl…..maybe I'd invite you to share in a bloodbath instead of this one, eh ?"

"Oh sure" Laura laughed. "I think that's a dream scene we'll work on after we have had a bit of a rest….my poor pussy feels worn out. Fancy a coffee?"

It was an opening. Eva really would like to see Laura with one of her little subbie lesbian friends, see how far she actually went in the discipline stakes. She smiled as she pictured Janet and Beth in her mind. Well, Laura, how'd you like to come and stick a few needles in these four pretty tits? No………better not tell her anything yet. Pervert her a bit more, first. Already they were talking about things like Fred West's girls, real victims, and how much fun it must have been to hurt them. Eva could wait, and the loving between them was like nothing she had ever known before

TWO to TORTURE.

The girls were totally rested. Using drugs normally only available on medical orders, Murdoch could restore quite a few wounds that would normally keep a victim unusable for a long time. Vitamin E liquid massaged into burns on clits and tits, together with anti biotic ointments, had made the needle scars and blisters almost invisible. Eva was sucking both cunts while Murdoch toyed with the girls' breasts. He had bet her she wouldn't be able to get them to achieve an orgasm……and Eva never backed away from a bet.

She had dressed both girls in very erotic outfits, fish net stockings, high heel patent leather shoes, peephole bras., and open crotch black lace and silk knickers. Her one allowed cheat was to let them both have a nice brandy and lemonade with their evening meal before they were taken to the punishment room and strapped open-legged, facing each other, backs against a cushioned leather support. Both girls had pleaded for mercy……..it was quite surprising how they had accepted that threatening retribution and screaming for help were no longer viable options. Swearing and cursing at their captors only resulted in pain. So all that was left was to beg and to obey in the hope that the pain would not come. What they had seen on the big TV screen had convinced the girls that threats of death and disfigurement were not to be taken lightly. Without realizing that all that they said was being recorded, they had cried together, comforted each other, talked about their chances of ever leaving their cells alive, and decided that their only hope lay in doing as they were told and hoping that carelessness by their captors would offer an opportunity to escape. And now they both stared down onto Eva's blonde hair, shimmering in the bright electric light as she crouched between them, swinging from one dark haired pout to the other blonde bushed valley, dancing her tongue between the furled fleshy labias, flicking the tip of her tongue upwards in each unexcited slit so it momentarily lashed the sleeping buds of the dormant clits. Her gloved fingers were splayed over the buttocks of both girls, gently trying to squeeze and mould the cheeks of their buttocks, trying to rouse some sexual interest. Murdoch, to his credit, was resisting the temptation to gouge his fingers into those four succulent breasts. Instead, he gently brushed, rolled, stroked and squeezed the nipples pouting through the tips of the black silk bras.,occasionally bending his head to give them the briefest of tender kisses. He wasn't aroused. This was just a sort of pleasant interlude, certainly not exciting enough to rouse his manhood. He was beginning to think Eva was sure to lose the bet when, to his surprise, he saw that the nipples he was toying with were actually starting to respond. The bigger darker aureoles of Janet's massive tits were formed with two circles of what looked like oversized goosebumps, the stalk of the centre teat growing visibly. Murdoch could see in her eyes that she was fighting her bodily reactions. A mix of self-loathing and anger. Her breath was growing a little erratic, too.

And Beth, watching first Eva's swivelling face down there between their bellies, then her friend's obvious embarrassment at her body's betrayal, she started to pant , jerking her breasts slightly when Murdoch tweaked her nipples.

Eva was rewarded by the scent of the two cunts first. Instead of just licking two fleshy folds, the unmistakable musk of arousal began to assail her nostrils, and she slowed her rhythm down. Now she pressed her lips to each moist valley and wormed her tongue a little deeper each time, lowering her hands to start playing gently along the crease of arce and pussy, fluttering over those erogenous zones and feeling the tremors start in the muscles of the bound girls.

This was where a man would lose it. And Eva knew that well. Give him a whiff of pussy juice, a touch of pre-coital love slick making the Venus trap more accessible, and watch him try to stick half his fist straight up your love canal or get his cock in without hesitation. But a girl on a girl knows that this is the reluctant white flag…..the "I surrender" sign that invites more advanced arousal, the crack in the door to allow exploration, even the shame of defeat asking for justification………

Now Eva spent maybe thirty seconds a side, making encouraging dirty little noises as she started to actually suckle on the swelling love lips, pulling them between her lips while teasing the crease between them with her tongue. Her fingers started a more insistent probing along the buttock crease, almost pressing against the puckered sphincters with enough force to part the ring, but dancing away before that happened. She used her face, rolling it against the lower belly curves, feeling the almost reluctant reciprocal thrust from her bound lovers. She knew that both girls were wanting to feel her push deeper into their cunts, needing those rings of receptor nerves circled round the vaginal wall to be charged with sensation.

"Mmmmmm….ooghh yessss…..lovely sexy juices…….oooghhhhh……sexeeeeeee….." Eva growled between her swing from slit to slot. "Ooooghhh….come for me baby……oooghhh you taste soooogh juiceeeeeee".

Murdoch backed off. To his surprise, his cock was beginning to respond too. There was something remarkably sexy about two poor helpless cunts tied up and in imminent danger of having their lives ended very painfully both getting turned on by the bitch who was going to kill them ! They were starting to sway, actually writhing in a sexy sort of way, squirming from side to side and thrusting their bellies against Eva's probing tongue, moaning each time she left one to turn to the other. He rather regretted his promise not to interfere beyond stroking their tits. He'd rather like to stick his manhood in the little blonde bitch right away………God, the cunt was actually making little whimpering sounds now, wanting to have her cunt fucked………

Careful not to move too rapidly, Eva slid her hands up the back of each girl's legs, wedging the side of her hand into the crease between bum and pussy holes. Her thumbs insinuated themselves slightly into each virgin arcehole while her forefingers spread the rapidly dampening vulva petals. Now her tongue was really forcing into the girls, head turning between them in a carefully timed rhythm…….delve, lick, finger, probe. Move to the opposite cunt. Probe, suckle, finger, press, moan sexily.

Suddenly Janet began to gasp, body shuddering as her belly started to react beyond her control. A flood of come juice wetted Eva's lips. The girl was crying out. One of those noisy bitched when she came. Lots of little squeals and "Yessss" cries, trembling and shaking with remarkable lack of restraint. She really was coming, the quivering explosive little lightning bolts a woman feels surging up inside her vagina and spreading with that gorgeous trembling flow down her legs to her curling toes.

Perhaps liberated from her reluctance by the example of her older friend, Beth followed suit with a gurgling cry, throwing back her head and emitting a tiny scream of surprised pleasure as her pussy boiled into volcanic pleasure.

Generously, Eva did not spoil the captives' pleasure by biting off their clitties ( although the thought did cross her mind) but instead sucked and finger fucked furiously to wring every last spasm of delight from the exploding twin pussies.

She did rather enjoy the flood of hot wetness spreading over her face. There was a certain sense of power to be had from forcing reluctant partners to experience pleasure……true sexual sadism, perhaps.

But this was the calm before the storm. A few minutes of pleasure to be followed by many hours of pain. Eva slowly stood up, kissed both red-faced and rather ashamed girls on their faces, then turned to Murdoch. He took her in his arms and licked the shining droplets of come juice from her cheeks before kissing her deeply.

"I should know better than to bet with you, Darling. That was amazing. Our little pain toys were shaking their pretty tits like randy whores on heat. Does that mean they need to be punished for being such degenerate sluts?"

"Oh yes, Darling. They are going to scream a different tune when I get started on them. Tell me, Murdoch, what would turn you on ? Any special requests ?"

Murdoch smiled. His cock was not yet fully enlarged.

"If you cared to dry those very wet sex slits out in a nice painful way it would encourage me to fuck the bitches" he said.

"How about a soldering iron?" Eva purred. "Or the immersion heater dilly toy?"

"How about both?" Murdoch growled, his prick already starting to stiffen as he thought of red hot metal on delicate cuntflesh………

End of Part Four.

Susan