Brenda stood back, watched and licked her full lips slowly and in an almost lascivious fashion as the teenager suffered in front of her. She let that process of numbing take place fully - and she waited until the screams died down and morphed back into the dripping moans, and then she moved forwards again.

"Tongue out cunt."

Brenda's instruction was a clear as it was precise. It was also cuttingly cruel. It served two purposes. One was that it offered yet another level of fear, and despair to the girl. The other was that, with what she was suffering, anything more complex, anything with more words would simply confuse the girl meaning that she would not understand and consequently would not be able to obey. In the event, her tongue slithered out, from the centre of the ring gag - and as that slid out, all wet and dripping, so there was further whimpering.

"Push it out - all the way out. I want to see the length of it."

A little despairing sob then as the hooded, gagged teenager tried to push her tongue out further - all the way, as far as it would go. Brenda standing back, taking in the sight, enjoying the sight of the quivering, petrified teen. And then moving forwards again. Picking up the one free end of the chain, that had been dangling down her lower tummy. The makeup of the Y shape chain was 'exact'. Once the free end was clipped over to the end of the extended tongue the chain both pulled and stretched the tongue out, and at the same time lifted each breast and stretched the both nipples up. Both opposing forces not offering any kind of relief and more to the point creating an excruciating extra level of torment. Her mouth held open, tongue stretch out and down and with a non-stop torrent of drool pouring from the mouth and down the tongue.

"Almost done, cunt."

Brenda moved to the back of the post again. Out of sight meant more suffering for the girl who would have only been fearing the worse. Her head brought back. Right back so that the back of her neck and head were 'rested' on the top of the post. A clicking sound signalled her head being locked like that. Held like that. Her head now unable to move either forward or backwards but with minimal play side to side - and with that final click, her nipples and tongue stretched and hurt just that little bit more. Brenda strutted around the girl a number of times, looking at her. Taking the sight of her in. And taking the sounds of her in as well. Brenda loved the sight of so much helplessness wrapped in so much naivety and so much innocence. Plus she loved the fact that she could break this little girl much quicker than she could a more mature victim. Brenda was convinced that she had found the precipice of a sadist's dream by targeting the young and the vulnerable. It was how she worked - it was how she had worked for years. It was how she fed her own sadism and it was how she gained some gratification. She waited until the girl settled, waited until she had adapted to the pain and the discomfort before approaching her again and wrapping the padded blindfold around her head. Making sure the pads sealed the eyes completely. That didn't create a scream of pain - just a pitiful sob of despair as the young girl's sight was taken off her.

Brenda having a little moment of humour, but only with herself as she took final circuits, wider circuits of the mewling, whimpering girl. The pressure on her spine, and her knees now creating a constant pain that fed the dread. At least her nipples and tongue went numb with the crocodile clips. Brenda then, placing a wooden artist's easel, slightly to the side of the post to which the girl was secured and suffering. On that easel a huge printed sign with two simple words

CUM DUMP

The inference was clear. That any and all comers could freely deposit their loads of semen into the girl's mouth - that tongue, and that mouth, ready to accept whatever came. Brenda smiled to herself as she looked to a spot in the blackness - a spot that she knew a camera existed. One of many that was recording the proceedings. Capturing everything so that she could watch, and re-watch at a later date. The girl didn't know about that sign, or about its implications. But she would. Then she threw in a curve ball, reaching down and drawing her fingers through the teenager's sex lips - from the bottom of the slit, to the top - the pad of her finger just hovering slightly for just a split second or two, around the clitoris area. There was just a bush of downy, teenage hair down there. She sucked in air through her deformed, gagged mouth her mind once again struggling to either understand or cope what she was going through. Brenda left her there. In her own pain and despair