Dumbjohn wandered upstairs to the kitchen of his cabin and made himself a sandwich, stripping off the rubber gloves and disposing of them. The cabin was located midway between the town where he'd collected Tabitha and two other fairly good-sized metropolises, and was Dumbjohn's favorite working location; while he traveled when called for, he liked to operate out of this part of the country, whenever possible. Sometimes it turned shipping a victim into a serious road trip to get here, but the facility was worth the trip in his mind -- although with a bit of imagination, you could make do with a lot less... It was about one a.m., and Dumbjohn was beginning to feel fatigue, but he figured he had another four hours with Tabitha before it was time to dump her. Not a whole lot of time to provide her with a seriously memorable evening... He collected a new pair of rubber gloves and headed downstairs.
Tabitha came to in the splash of a glass of water thrown at her face. She barely had energy to gasp; she was wasted, inside and out. Who'd have thought an enema would tear you up like that, inside and out? Shit! She'd fucking passed out! Musta been the cold...
Dumbjohn let her recover while he sluiced the mess from the enema down the drain, then turned a hand sprayer on her, cleaning her ass and legs. Given what he'd done to her with the original enema, he used warm water instead of torturing her with cold as he normally would. He'd definitely have to remember this incident; there would be times when he might want to repeat it, but in general, it was a mistake -- and one worth bearing in mind. Finished, he swatted Tabitha on the ass. "All right! Two holes down, one to go! That pussy of yours has just GOT to have some deep- down crud in it, as many times as it's been used! We'll have to scrub it a bit, won't we?" He clicked on the camera again, which gave Tabitha a fine view of his approach with a bottle brush!
'Oh, SHIT!' Tabitha thought -- but the gag kept her from saying anything intelligible. Instead, she managed an urgent grunt as her tormentor opened her nether lips and began jamming the stiff-bristled brush into her vagina. The grunt went right up the scale, too, as he began manipulating the brush, scratching, scraping and stabbing her inner lining with the bristles. Dumbjohn pumped it in and out several times, running it deep to bash into Tabitha's cervix, then jacking it back, twisting and rotating the harsh bristles in her defenseless vaginal passage. Tabitha tried her damnedest to scream her lungs out, face straining, eyes bulging as the brush ravaged her insides. Dumbjohn fished the brush out and exclaimed, "Oh, look! Pink!" Tabitha took one look at the monitor at the red smear on the white bristles and swooned a second time.
"Christ! The woman has no endurance at all!" Dumbjohn complained to himself. He'd seen black whores handle a whole lot more than this -- but then again, the ones he was thinking about had been a lot more robust. Fat bitches seemed to be better able to take a little torture than wasted, skinny ones... "Well, this'll wake her up!" He picked up a turkey baster, sucked half a cup of rubbing alcohol into it, and squirted it into Tabitha's vagina.
Tabitha awakened trying her best to scream. The pain! Her whole cunt was on fire! It burned and burned and burned...
Dumbjohn came around front to observe the effect. "Maybe I should take out the gag so you can scream properly? You're sure trying hard..." Obviously, though, the question was pure showmanship, because the next thing he did was to take off his trousers and boxers, revealing a decent sized cock -- nothing outrageous, maybe six and a half inches. He lifted Tabitha's head and announced, "Now that your holes are clean, I guess I'll try them out... Suck!" He pushed his cock through the ring gag.
Tabitha was wrung out and distracted by the agony of her abused cunt and ass; as a result of that, the ring gag, and the tongue stud, she really wasn't in the mood to give a blowjob. Dumbjohn endured her early effort, and grunted, "Either you get better, quick, or I'm going to make you wish you had!"
Tabitha tried. Given what had gone on thus far, giving the bastard shit wasn't exactly the brightest idea in the world. But the damned ring gag was in the way, and she couldn't do proper tongue action with the stud -- it hurt too much. Or at least she thought it did...
Dumbjohn rolled his eyes. "If I didn't know that your oral skills produced a major part of your income, I'd advise you against bothering to blow anyone. As it is, I have to assume you're just fucking around..." He backed off and wandered away, ignoring Tabitha's limited but heartfelt appeals for another chance. Actually, what she was TRYING to get across was a request for the removal of the ring gag and a sincere promise not to do anything stupid while blowing him afterward -- but he wasn't listening.
In a moment, the bastard returned, with a hammer and four HUGE nails. What the fuck?
It didn't take long before Tabitha found out. The purpose of the loosely-nailed chunk of plywood on the side of the sawhorse became obvious, too, as Dumbjohn knelt and place the tip of a nail on the middle of the drape of Tabitha's saggy left breast. "You can't say I didn't warn you..." Tabitha's eyes widened in horror, and she shook her head frantically, but the hammer descended -- and she got out a fine attempt at a steam-whistle scream as the bluntly pointed 16d nail plunged into her mammary tissues.
Dumbjohn gave the nail a couple of additional sharp raps to get it through the plywood and out of his way, then stood back to register the effect of his efforts. This was being filmed, too, from another camera angle; Tabitha's tear-stained face appeared on a monitor out of her visual field behind her and to her left, but the real thing was somehow more satisfying.
Tabitha didn't faint again, but was suffering terribly -- it felt as if he'd ripped her tit clean off! Looking at it hurt her mentally almost as much as the actuality hurt her physically, and it was right in front of her face. Her face was a gooey mess of tears and snot and slobber from crying, pain, and uncontrolled drooling around the ring gag. "I warned you," Dumbjohn murmured reproachfully. "Shall we try again?"
Tabitha couldn't see how things were going to improve, so with a serious effort of will, she tried to get her tormentor's attention. "IIIIII aaaaaaaa ooooowww!" she wailed, trying her best to hold his eyes.
Dumbjohn cocked his head. "What was that?"
"Oooooowww!" Tabitha repeated, pushing on the ring with her tongue.
"You want the gag out? I don't think so -- you'd be tempted to bite. Of course, I'd kill you with the first thing that came to hand..." He eyed the hammer still clutched in his right hand.
Tabitha shook her head furiously, trying to impart sincerity to her impassioned,"Oooooooo... Uh uh! Eeeeese!!!"
Dumbjohn rubbed his chin. "You seem sincere..." Tabitha nodded frantically. Hmmmm, was it worth the risk? Well, if nothing else, he could let her beg... He reached behind her head and released the gag.
Immediately it was out, Tabitha tried to talk, "Oooh, tank oo, tank oo... I be good, I promise!" Slowly, she began to be able to talk. "I can't suck proper around that thing...
"Hmmph," Dumbjohn grunted. "Next you'll want your hands..."
"It'd help! I can't go anywhere, tacked to a board..." Tabitha realized that she'd gone too far when the sonofabitch torturing her got a speculative look on his face. "Uh, but it's not important. I've got my mouth -- that's enough..."
It was too late, though; Dumbjohn was thinking. "So, what COULD you do with your hands free?"
"Ummm, jack the shaft... Play with your balls... Some guys like prostate massage... The usual..." Why didn't it seem smart to get too enthusiastic, here? "I'm gonna be good! The shit that's gone down so far -- well, I ain't got energy to get stupid, and I got the message 'bout talkin' shit... I can get by with my mouth, without the gag -- promise! You'll love it!"
"Hmmm. I might like the options, too..." He tapped a fingertip on the head of the nail, something Tabitha cringed at, thinking it would hurt more, but it didn't, since it didn't move. She did, though, and that was bad enough... "But this isn't THAT big -- if you got up the guts, you could wrench yourself free..." He wandered off, leaving Tabitha wondering what was coming next and cursing herself for falling into his verbal trap.
In a couple of minutes, Dumbjohn returned, carrying a handful of wide, galvanized roofing washers, used to hold down tar paper. "These will do the job," he announced tossing them up and catching them. He then proceeded to dribble alcohol on them.
Tabitha watched, wondering how he was going to put one of those things on the existing nail, and why would he think he needed four? Then the light dawned. "Awww SHIT! I REALLY don' need my hands! Maybe I could jus' give you a rim job or somethin'? PLEEEEAAAASE!" But this last wail was uttered as Dumbjohn slipped a nail through one of the washers and placed it against the matching point of her right breast. Whack!
"AWWWWWWW!! GODDAM!! GODDAM!! SHIT! SHIT! FUCK! FUCK! AHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Tabitha had full use of her mouth this time, and the whole world knew it! Whack! "AAAAHHHH!!! JEEZUS!!!" Whack! "AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!!"
Dumbjohn added to things by putting his hands under both sides of her flattened tit and lifting. "OGODOGODOGOD!!! NOOOOO!" Tabitha screeched.
Dumbjohn let go. "Guess that works..." He pondered the other breast. "This one is still a problem..."
Tears were raining everywhere. "It-it's fine, really! One like that is enough! God! Please!"
"I have a thing for symmetry..." Dumbjohn squatted down and began banging at the tip of the nail in Tabitha's left breast, backing it out.
"AHHH! GOD!!!" Worse than the pain of the impacts was the kind of squishy feel of the nail sliding back through Tabitha's breast tissues. On the way in, it hadn't been so bad... "I'm gonna puke..."
Dumbjohn blinked and snatched the bucket back over under her head just in time; Tabitha emptied her guts into it -- what was left that hadn't shot out her ass, anyway. That wasn't much, but the accompanying retching SUCKED since she ended up dragging on her abused breasts... Dumbjohn went back to rapping, and Tabitha hung there, moaning.
A few taps later, the blunted tip of the nail was flush with the underside of the plywood. Dumbjohn went and got a small block of two-by- four to give him leverage from which to pull it out the rest of the way. Laying it over the edge of Tabitha's breast offered a way to bruise the shit out of her and cause her intense pain, but Dumbjohn decided not to. Instead, he snugged the block up next to the abused flesh and pulled the nail with the hammer's claw. The nail made this sickening sound coming back out through the flesh, and Tabitha retched some more from the sickening feeling that went with it. Dumbjohn tossed the blunted nail in the bucket, and selected another, ringing it with a washer. "I assume that you want me to go through the same hole?"
Tabitha rested her head on her right arm, panting. "P-please?" Vaguely, her mind examined what she was asking him to do -- but it was better than the alternative... Dumbjohn picked up Tabitha's flattened dug and began trying to force the nail through the existing wound; Tabitha wailed, "Oh, God!" and began to retch again as the nail slowly penetrated her tissues.
Dumbjohn grunted, "Dunno if this is really working. Maybe I ought to just bang it through again..." But the point popped through, as he discovered that he could manipulate the slut's breast flesh to ensure that the entry and exit wounds were the same, even if the path of passage between wasn't exactly the same. He lined the point of the nail up with the existing hole and pounded it through. By this time, Tabitha barely managed to do more than moan pitifully -- she lacked the energy to scream. The nail went in easier than on the last pass; Dumbjohn wondered aloud, "Maybe I should toenail it?"
"Noooo!!! God! God!" Tabitha wailed. Dumbjohn forbore, not necessarily because of her entreaties, but because the points, sticking straight out, would be more of a problem to her, later. A tug on the breast in question caused wails, but no movement of the nail. He reached down and untied the ropes holding Tabitha's arms to the legs of the sawhorse. Then he made certain that nothing she could use to assist her in her predicament was nearby.
Dumbjohn stood up. God himself wouldn't get much of a blowjob out of her right now. Best to let her settle for a few minutes. "I'm going to go get a drink." He unscrewed the cap on his squirt bottle of the mouthwash-alcohol-salt mixture and put it near Tabitha's right hand, which hadn't moved appreciably since its release. "Rinse your mouth with that. I'm not sticking my dick into a vomitorium. If your breath isn't sweet when I come back, I'll use the hose on your upper end!" Tabitha nodded feebly, and Dumbjohn reached up and delivered a ringing swat to her ass, "That's Yes, Sir, slut!"
"Yessir!" Tabitha managed to drag her head up. "Yessir!" she repeated dully, and her head flopped back.
Dumbjohn shook his head. If Rodday didn't want her back on the street so soon, it might have been fun to teach the feisty bitch discipline -- but he only had a few hours with this one; Rodday wanted her back on the street, one way or another. The jury was still out on whether she'd be breathing... She was toast. Time to go get that drink, and let her get used to her various injuries... He headed upstairs without making any further comment.
Once upstairs, he turned on his monitor in the kitchen. He had full coverage of his 'slave pens'; generally, he recorded everything, and in any case, surveillance was a big part of keeping a slave or other victim in line. This bitch (Dumbjohn forgot her name) definitely came under the heading of 'other victim' -- Dumbjohn couldn't imagine a white slaver who would want her wasted ass. If he was making a slave, Dumbjohn preferred young runaways; virginity could be highly prized, but in general, his customers preferred docility and encyclopedic knowledge of methods of inducing sexual pleasure. Young runaways gravitated to amateur prostitution to live, which usually brought a fine case of low self-esteem that Dumbjohn could use to his benefit during training. Their amateurism also made them easy to catch...
He sipped a bottled water and watched Tabitha begin feebly moving around. The breast-nailing thing had proven to be major entertainment; next time he was hired to torture a woman, he'd have to repeat it. Slaves generally sold better without a lot of scars and marks -- especially on the tops of their breasts -- but a torture victim, especially one to be disposed of quietly after, imposed no such limitations.
The end of Dumbjohn's break was signaled when Tabitha fumbled for the squirt bottle, almost spilling it, and brought it to her lips. He watched her swish the mixture around in her mouth, grimacing at the pain it brought to her piercing, and spit it out, then go for another. Bitch was game -- you had to give her that... Dumbjohn sucked down the last of the water, shut of the TV, and hit the stairs. Three hours to go...
Tabitha was just finishing her third rinse when the sounds of his entrance alerted her to her tormentor's presence. She spat in the bucket and looked up at him. Her tits still hurt like Hell, and she was uncomfortable from her position, invasions in her ass and her cunt, and other indignities, but things had settled a bit, and she DAMNED SURE didn't want this bastard to come up with anything ELSE to punish her for poor performance. "Feeling better?" he asked, mock-solicitously.
"Uuuh, sorta. Used to it, maybe..." she grunted, wondering if she'd just triggered another round of torture.
"Ready to show me what a world-famous cocksucker you are?" Dumbjohn taunted.
"Uh huh," Tabitha kept it simple. "Ummm, I'm kinda messy..."
THAT was an understatement. Her face was coated in tears and snot above her mouth; add slobber below. Much had dripped onto her tits, to mix with the blood from the nail punctures, and even her arms -- basically, her whole upper half was covered with secretions. Dumbjohn pondered this; he could hose her off, but that would just make her dripping wet and slow things down... He went to the side of the room and collected a towel and, on second thought, a washcloth, which he wet in warm water. He handed her the washcloth. "Here. Wash. First thing you've done right -- well, maybe the second..." Tabitha rubbed her face in silence, then did her arms and neck, finishing with her bloody tits. Dumbjohn took the washrag and dropped it in the slop bucket, then handed her the towel. "Don't bother with THEM," he admonished, pointing at her breasts. "You're gonna slobber all over them again, anyway, and I don't want a bloody towel." Tabitha took note of this, and what it meant. Her ass was still dead, probably. Well, she was still alive, for now; maybe... She did as she was told, and returned the towel. He tossed it aside, "Ready?" Tabitha nodded, bracing herself up with one hand. Dumbjohn bored in, and Tabitha took it. He was just long enough to lodge in her throat, but that was okay; she was gonna give him the blowjob of his life is she choked to death doing it... Ewww, poor choice of thought... She wished she wasn't so dry; it would be better if she had more saliva to lather him up with. Well, pulling him into her throat would help start the spit machine... She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock and worked him deep, then backed off and corkscrewed her mouth around his shaft. Her full lips felt wonderful, and the tongue work...
The tongue work wasn't a lot of fun for Tabitha, because of her new tongue piercing, but she worked with it; she did NOT want to piss this sonofabitch off any more than necessary... She milked his shaft with her hand, following her tightly ovalled lips and imparting the illusion of penetrating a tight sheath to him. Thank God he was uncircumcised -- that meant that her hand was moving the foreskin back and forth instead of trying to slide comfortably on the layer of her spit on the shaft. She couldn't rise up much; having her tits tacked to the board limited her movement. Dumbjohn wasn't comfortable, but, to be fair, it wasn't her fault... He backed off and she whined, "What? I was doin' my best!"
Dumbjohn said nothing, but rather went off to the side to collect a low, padded stool to kneel upon. When he came back, Tabitha's relief was palpable. She took him back in and began cradling his balls, working her thumb along the tufts of hair at the base of his shaft. Dumbjohn was frankly amazed; this was one of the best blowjobs he could remember. He'd planned to hold onto her head and choke-fuck her, but the corkscrew thing she was doing with her mouth was sooooo good... In no time, his balls began to simmer; he rode with it until he was on the verge of the point of no return, then abruptly withdrew, squeezing the base of his cock to keep from ejaculating. "Okay," he panted. "That was damned good..." He circled around behind her. "Now for some pussy..." He stopped and put on a rubber, both for protection and to distance him from the sensations of his recent near orgasm. Tabitha's nether lips were bloody from the bottle-brush episode, and Dumbjohn was going to capitalize on his earlier effort, something not to Tabitha's benefit... "That twat has had a lot of mileage, and even the cleaning I gave it earlier doesn't guarantee I'm safe in it, sooo..." Dumbjohn sucked up another turkey baster-load of alcohol and squirted it inside Tabitha's defenseless twat.
"AIIIIEEEEEE!!!! AAAUUUUUGGGHHHH!!!" Tabitha's vagina, a mass of cuts and abrasions from the brush, was a font of agony. Dumbjohn didn't allow her time to recover, but began nosing his rubber-clad cock between her labia while she was still screeching and thrashing. "YOU BASTARD!" Tabitha screeched, pain leaching all control from her. "You sonofabitch! Oh, GAWD, it hurts! Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!"
Dumbjohn, actually perversely tickled by Tabitha's outburst, socketed himself and began to pump. "You better work that street-educated twat, bitch, or that's just a taste of things to come!"
Only the fact that she was used to dealing with the extra friction generated by a rubber made the whole thing approach being tolerable, but the sonofabitch struck a chord in her. Okay, her pussy felt like he was shoving around ground glass in there, but it wouldn't be the first time she'd worked when it hurt -- she was a professional, by fuckin' God! Putting some effort into it she got the thing moving; she clenched, she pulsed, she rose to meet him as best she could, given her predicament. She couldn't manage the proper happy noises, but since the rat bastard was torturing the fuck out of her anyway, he probably didn't want to hear them... "Jeezus, that fuckin' hurts! C'mon, you sorry sumbitch, get your jollies! You cut the motherfucker up, but even YOU gotta admit it's good shit! Cum, you bastard! Aaaahhh! Damn!"
Dumbjohn had to admit she was worth the ride. She might be a burnt- out doper, but that pussy of hers was a well-oiled machine! And the noises she was making? Well, they DID kind of tickle his sadistic side... As many dicks as had been in that thing, you'd think you could drive a tank into it, but it was clutching and pulsing and gyrating... Orgasm sneaked up on Dumbjohn like it had on countless numbers of Tabitha's other customers, and he grunted and poured his seed into the rubber in pulsing gouts; Tabitha saw to it that each one got an echoing clasp from her channel. Maybe she could empty him out in one pass...
Dumbjohn backed out, gasping, and pulled off the rubber. "You may be a two-dollar whore, but at least you're WORTH the two dollars."
"I'm a FIFTY dollar whore!" Tabitha grated through the pain. "For stupid muthafuckahs, I'm a HUNNERD dollar whore! Fuckin' two dollars..." Anger gave her a defense against the pain, and she used it, panting.
Dumbjohn laughed and came around front. "Awright, shut up and suck! Get me ready for round two!"
"Shit," Tabitha grumbled under her breath. She'd kind of hoped he'd not be capable of a second pass... Fucker had big balls, though. She cradled them in her left hand and went to work, cleaning the leftover goo off him as she vacuumed him in.
It took a bit of work; the fucker was well on his way to being limp when he presented the thing for service, so she had to coddle it to get it going again. After a couple of minutes, it began to re-surge; as it stiffened, she challenged it with more action and more friction, going deep, and corkscrewing the head, pumping the shaft. In five minutes, it was full- size, hard, and throbbing; Dumbjohn let her bring him a good distance along, because the next penetration would be tougher...
"All right, it's time to sample that last hole," Dumbjohn announced, pulling back. He went to the tray and collected a rubber and a jar. He put the rubber on and pumped a few times to keep things going, then dipped into the jar to wipe the goo on the tip, not taking it too far. Then he took another dollop and started feeding it through Tabitha's sphincter.
Tabitha knew what was coming, and tightening up wouldn't help it, so she cooperated, flowering open her anus for his probing finger. After all, he was lubing her up...
Dumbjohn snatched a towel and wiped off his hands; in that three seconds, Tabitha discovered she'd been had! "Goddamn! That shit burns! What the fuck have you done THIS time!" she screeched.
"I had some Ben-Gay laying around -- thought it might make a good lubricant," Dumbjohn chuckled, nosing his cock against her now cringing sphincter. "I didn't want you to get loose and sloppy!"
'Well, he's managed THAT!' Tabitha thought distantly as she ranted and raved to the burning pain. Her asshole burned like fire, and as a result, she couldn't unclench it, consciously...
The silly bitch was screaming and crying and having a fit, but despite the instinctive desire to keep him out, her asshole was too well educated to totally deny him access, so Dumbjohn slowly sank his length into her, spreading the 'lubricant' to new tissues and adding to the fire. He held onto the towel, and didn't go TOO deep; he didn't want that stuff flowing back over the rubber to his cock shaft, after all... When he was in as deeply as he figured was safe, he tied a rag around the base of his cock and started pumping. It was HOT in there; the Ben-Gay was warming things above their already cozy normal temperature, adding to his pleasure while extending her pain. Tabitha's squalls were music to his ears, giving him an added incentive to pound away, carried away by the pleasure, both physical and sadistically mental.
Tabitha had lost it; this latest attack was too much, and sanity slipped away while she screamed and cried and ranted imprecations that weren't even words. Pain clamped her tight, everywhere, and that led to muscle cramps and Charlie-horses, adding to her agony. Then everything went black...
When everything but her asshole went slack, that was the final trigger; Dumbjohn came, spurting into a rubber for the second time in twenty minutes. 'Pretty amazing', he thought. 'I need to train slaves to this standard... ' He backed off, carefully cleaning up to avoid getting any ointment on him, and got back into his underwear and trousers. By the time he'd finished that and put on a new pair of rubber gloves, Tabitha was moaning her way toward consciousness.
Picking up the ring gag, he re-mounted it before Tabitha had her wits about her, then, checking the time, began planning next steps. Dumbjohn enjoyed piercings; he enjoyed the look of them, and he enjoyed doing them -- creating that look of shocked pain in a slave while she was being marked forever, provided with sensitive locations from which she could be led and controlled. This cunt was a lot of fun; under other circumstances, he'd have pierced her labia multiple times, then sewed her cunt shut with a nice finger of peeled, aged ginger inside. But the clock was ticking, so Dumbjohn would have to settle for quicker things... Those dugs of hers were an obvious target...
Tabitha swam slowly up to consciousness -- and wished she'd stayed out. Her ass still burned, her pussy felt like raw hamburger, her skewered tits throbbed, her tongue... Shit, the list was endless! Add muscle cramps from tension and her position, and she was barely holding on -- and here he came again!
Dumbjohn took Tabitha's wrists and re-bound them to the sawhorse legs, one by one. She tried to struggle a bit at first, but in her predicament, she'd have never won when fresh, and she was FAR from THAT! "All right," he announced, "now that I've enjoyed all of your holes, we can move on and add a few touches to improve your presentation." He wandered over to his instrument tray and began digging around. "I thought about it while you were out and decided that you really ought to bow to fashion and get nipple rings. Since you obviously haven't the nerve to do it yourself, I've decided to handle the hard part for you..." He turned toward her with a large needle in one hand -- the one he'd used on her tongue or its evil twin -- and an alcohol swab and a cork in the other.
He knelt to swab Tabitha's left nipple and Tabitha decided to try a line of moderate resistance. Watching him with slightly bulging eyes, she shook her head emphatically. Dumbjohn merely grinned. Since that failed, she tried to make herself understood around the ring gag, "Aw, co ah, eeeee oh!" ('Aw, c'mon, please, no!'). Dumbjohn blew on the nipple and manipulated it a bit, and it betrayed her, extending from her crinkling areola. Tabitha's nipples hadn't really been able to go totally flat since she nursed Nate, and in general, it had been a drawing card; fear and the cool wash of air produced exactly the effect that Dumbjohn wanted, much to Tabitha's despair. Dumbjohn dropped the wipe in the slop bucket and set the cork next to the exposed bud, "Oh, oh, ee!" ('No, no, please!'), aligned the needle for penetration, "Iii, o OO ii!" ('Shit, don't DO this!'), and jammed it through, "AAAAAUUUGH! SIIII!" ('AAAAUUUGH! SHIIIT!').
Dumbjohn placidly centered the large needle in the wound so that equal amounts of steel poked from both sides of the wounded bit of gristle while Tabitha tried her damnedest to impart the concept of "muthafuckin' sumbitch" past the ring gag. It was a pretty decent piercing job, probably because the silly bitch couldn't flinch... "My, we're noisy!" He got up and put in the rubber stopper and snapped the flat rubber cover into place over it. Next, he turned to his tray and selected another needle and another wipe. Tabitha's eyes bulged, and Dumbjohn grinned, "I TOLD you I had a thing for symmetry!"
This time he played with her, watching her eyes and listening to the muffled "MMMMMM! MMMMM!" noises that were all the gag would pass. The nipple popped right up, just as the other one had, and perhaps even exceeded the other's growth while he teased and played with it, wiping it and blowing on the alcohol and manipulating it between his fingers. He'd set the needle and barely prick her with it, watching her sweat while her eyes bugged and muffled wails escaped the gag. Finally, he went ahead, but slowly this time, forcing it past the tissues while Tabitha screamed twice through the gag. Finished, he stepped back. "That's nice, don't you think?" He chuckled; whatever the silly bitch was trying to force past the gag, agreement wasn't a component of it. He glanced at his watch. Time was flying, and he had one final bit of detailing he wanted to attend to...
Tabitha's nipples burned like fire. What was it with this bastard? How long was this going to go on? Some things he did obviously because he wanted her to hurt; for others, that seemed secondary... Did that mean she was gonna live through this? To be what? Somebody's slave bitch? He'd done his damnedest to bust her ass and her pussy, but he'd stuck that thing in her tongue... If she was gonna live, whoever he gave her to was gonna have to stick to blowjobs for a while -- shit, her pussy might be busted PERMANENTLY! Oh, Lordy! What was he gonna do NOW?
The last item on Dumbjohn's agenda, which was gilding the lily, actually, was to take two rubber bands and loop them over the embedded needles, then stretch them down to the bottom edge of the plywood and back up to loop over the ends of the nails piercing Tabitha's tits. Tabitha started screaming bloody murder instantly, but the gag muffled things quite a bit. Dumbjohn stood and contemplated her for a bit; the bitch wasn't calling him names -- apparently she didn't have resources left to do that with. Instead, it appeared to be one long, wordless scream, punctuated by short pauses while she sucked in air for the next outburst. You could see the whites of her eyes all the was around the pupils, and every vein in her face and neck, not to mention the cords and tendons there... "Hmmmm. That's gotta hurt..."
It sure did! Tabitha was 'WAY beyond rational thought! Her nipples were being torn out at the roots! It went on and on and on...
... Until Dumbjohn stepped up and murmured, "Now it's time to say goodbye..." and pinched off her nose again. Tabitha didn't hear him; she didn't even FEEL him, initially, but suddenly there was no more air to scream with. After only a moment's futile struggle, blackness closed in.
Dumbjohn didn't kill her. He and Rodday had agreed that if possible, it was better to return her to the street to tell her tale than to just leave her spectacularly dead. Once she was unconscious, he injected her with an agent that would maintain her state while he returned her to town and began cleaning things up. He pulled the loose nails that held the plywood to the sawhorse -- she'd be taking THAT with her -- then undid her and laid her out on the floor on her back while he washed away most of the evidence and incinerated the rest. Tabitha's 'brassiere' made the return trip in the car impractical, so he brought around the unmarked white van he used when more privacy was required and loaded her into it. At four forty- five in the morning, he wheeled into an alley around the block from Tabitha's normal stomping grounds, laid her out in it next to a dumpster and drove off. There were no witnesses.