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Kidnapped!
(John Savage)

Chapter XXI

Torture -- Day Two

 

Susie had been allowed to rest after the inverted suspension and whipping.  They gave her food, allowed her bathroom visits and kept her naked and chained up at all times.  The two guards in charge of keeping her prisoner were hard put to keep their hands off her lovely body.  The breasts and ass might have been marked up from the whippings, but it was still a lush, firm and extremely sexy body.  They had orders not to fuck her now, but were promised that they could eventually.

She spent another night of little sleep because she had been shoved up against a post, forced to kneel with her back to it, and then had her hands handcuffed behind it, her ankles also locked in steel, and the two connected with a third pair of handcuffs.  It was not a comfortable position to try to sleep.

When Raszini and his thugs flipped on the light the next morning, Susie was already awake.  To say that she was ready for another day of torture would not be proper, but she expected it and had resolved not to give in to them and plead for mercy.  There would be none; these were not the type of men to have mercy in their black souls.

After a small bowl of gruel and a quick cold water shower (taken while handcuffed), she was ready for the day's activities.  As she stood in that makeshift torture chamber, naked, damp and handcuffed, she would have loved to curse them all to hell and spit in their eye, but held back.  Logic told her that to provoke them would only make them want to hurt her more.  Her bottom was still marked with fading signs of the whipping, as were her breasts.  In another day or so, those marks would be gone and her body become a fresh canvass ready for another work of art to be applied.  But for today, her torment was not to take the form of whipping.  Yet, in some ways, it was far worse than beating her ass and breasts would have been.

After being forced down to the floor, and as one man held her firmly down, the other spread her legs apart.  Had he not been fully dressed, she would have expected him to take advantage of a wide-open entrance to her sex.  But he did not.  Instead, he spread the labia guarding her sex wide with his fingers and then used the other hand to push gobs of a reddish cream taken from a jar into that orifice.  A goodly amount of the cream was also spread over all the very sensitive flesh in that area.  An additional glob was pushed into her anus and poked in with a finger.  Had Susie not been held down and was able to see what was going on down there, she would have been worried because the man was wearing disposable latex gloves.  Apparently he did not desire to get that stuff on his hands.

At first, the other sensation was a certain degree of coldness from the cream.  But, as they prepared her for the day's ordeal, she found that it was becoming warmer in that place and, worse yet, beginning to itch.

The preparations consisted of removing the handcuff and attaching ropes to her wrists and ankles.  Those ropes were threaded through ring set in the walls at floor level and pulled, forcing her into a spread-eagle position with all her limbs under considerable strain.  A rope was then looped around her waist, passed between her legs and up in front where it went back through itself and then upward.  This crotch rope, a single strand passing through her ass crack and her vagina, directly over her clit, was pulled by two men until it was cutting deeply into the flesh of the aforementioned places and lifting her hips from the concrete floor.  So much force was used on the rope that, when it was tied off, her body was completely off the floor, suspended by that single rope.  It was a painful position to be tied in, but she gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Susie was fully aware that there was more to this than just that horribly tight rope cutting into her.  There was also the increasing itching and hot feeling in her vagina, accompanied by the same feeling in her rectum.

The two men who had bound her down were now setting up the camera, spaced apart to catch a side view and on almost directly up between her legs.  During all this, Raszini stood back and simply watched.

Her worse fears were confirmed when that mild irritation down there grew to a strong itching, then a maddening itch that demanded to be scratched.  After five minutes, had her hands not been bound so, she would have been clawing at herself in an effort to ease that torment.  It was a kindness that she was bound, for otherwise she could have tore the tender flesh in that most private place with her fingernails.

The itching grew and whining noises began to fill the room.  Susie would not beg them to stop this torment, but she could not help but to react to it.  The muscles of her thighs were clenching, as were her buttocks.  Other signs of the inner torment showed in the clenching of her fingers into fists and the twisting of her feet.  As the strength of that cream approached its maximum effectiveness, her hands alternated between fluttering wildly and trying to claw at the ropes cutting into her wrists.  Her eyes were closed and her teeth clenched tightly to keep in urge to scream.  By the end of twenty minutes, a lesser woman would have been screaming.  Susie held them in but could not keep from moaning loudly.  She felt as if her mind was being flooded by the stimulation of every nerve between her legs, each one demanding that she do something to halt this torment.

Every muscle in her body tense, she tilted back her head and growled, "Arrrrgghhhh!" at the ceiling.  Her hips strained to twist from side to side, her arms and legs strained against the ropes, and her head tossed from side to side; all expressions of the horrible burning and itching.

All the while the cameras recorded her suffering.  Later in the day, an edited version of this torture would be sent to Sled's cell phone.  Raszini hoped that the sight would make him feel as tormented as this naked woman did.  That lovely body with its widespread legs and beautiful, hairless Venus Mons was giving a hard-on to all the men in the room.

After half an hour, and with Susie still withering in agony, one of the men turned to Raszini and asked, "How long will this go on?"

"Hours," Raszini replied with a smile.  "Two or three at least."

Just then, unable to hold it in any longer, Susie screamed.  The first one was a sound of anguish but after that she began cursing them colorfully.  "Assholes!  Bastards!  I'm going to kill you all!"

As she yelled at them, her body continued feeble attempts to break free of the ropes, twisting and jerking in a most delightful show.

"When she calms down a little, you can turn the cameras off.  But leave her like this all morning," Raszini told them.  "This afternoon I have something planned that she will definitely not like."  He was grinning as he said it.