Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Subject: Festival Of Torture (F+, bdsm, severe)[1/2]
Date: 1996/11/11

			 Festival of Torture
			       Part One

	The four women were bathed in the heat of the stage lights.
The surrounding stage, and audience were darkened into oblivion. They
were the centerpiece to this little universe, this universe of pain
and pleasure. They had been selected by the council from all the
slaves offered by the society's Masters and Mistresses. Tonight the
annual Festival of Torture would be held to find the most worthy slave
who would then have the pleasure of being the model for other slaves
for the next year.

	The rules where simple. The four slaves would be tortured
simultaneously. The torture would be continued until one of the slaves
called out the code word which signified that she could take no more.
The torture would then stop and the slave who called out would be
removed from the group. Another torture would then be applied and the
cycle repeated until only one slave remained. The last remaining slave
would then be pronounced the winner.

	Tortures are provided by the members of the society. Five of
those provided are then chosen by the council for use in the festival.
The tortures are then sealed in individual envelopes and drawn
randomly during the course of the night.

	All the slaves were bound the same. The standard stage
presentation, nude with their arms bound straight over there heads by
wrist cuffs. Their legs where bound together at the ankles with cuffs
and then to rings recessed into the stage floor. Moving from left to
right, as seen from the audience, the slaves are described as follows.

	The first woman was about 5'5" tall and 120lbs. She had dark
brown hair framing a pleasant face. Her cunt and arm pits were thickly
furred, her legs seemed to be shaved. Her breasts where about a 38 D
and hung heavily from her chest. A large dark areole capped each
breast.

	The second woman was taller, about 5'11" or so and 140lbs. She
had a fuller figure than the first woman with a softer more lush
appearance. Her hair was lighter too, a light brown color. She only
had her public hair and the hair on her head with no other hair
apparent. This slave too had large breasts with medium sized areoles.
Her areoles were almost the same color as the skin of her breasts. Her
legs were long and shapely. Both her legs and breasts were moderately
scarred from long sessions with a whip.

	The third woman was of medium height again about 5'5". She was
thin, about 90 or 100lbs. Her face framed by blond hair was almost
angelic. She did not seem to have any hair on her body below the neck
but with her hair so lightly colored it was hard to tell. Her body was
slim with small breasts, an A cup at best. She had nice areoles with
thick nipples. Any torture involving breast bondage would be
difficult with her.

	The fourth woman was a new slave to the Society. Her Master
and she had joined not more than about six months ago. This had
qualified her for the slot reserved for a new slave. This allowed a
new, talented, slave to have a chance to grab the gold ring quickly.
She was young, not out of her teens yet. Her body looked supple and
smoothly proportioned. She was of slight build with medium breasts and
silver dollar sized areoles. She too was shaved from the neck down.
Her hair was a curly, honey blond and she held her head up with the
pride of unbroken youth.

	The show was about to begin as the hostess came out onto the
stage with her microphone in hand. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to
the Festival of Torture, I want to thank everyone for coming and a
special thanks to those who entered their slaves in the competition,"
she said.

	"You all know the rules so with no further ado I will have the
first torture drawn by one of our cheerful assistants." As she
gestured a burly g-string clad stud came on from the wing with a
velvet sack. He bowed slightly as he offered the sack to the hostess.
She held the sack as he reached in and withdrew an envelope. They
exchanged sack for envelope and the stud disappeared off stage.

	She opened the envelope and removed a slip of paper. Holding
up the paper she read what was printed on it, "The first torture of
the evening will be breast suction, assistants prepare the slaves for
their torment." The audience applauded approvingly.

	As the slaves watched a pipe was brought in from off stage and
laid in front of them. A smaller hose was attached to the pipe in
front of each slave. There was an assistant for each slave to perform
whatever operations need to be performed. These assistants now brought
onto the stage the breast suction cups for each slave.

	The suction cups consist of two clear cylinders about four
inches in diameter and ten inches deep. One end is open and the other
is sealed except for a hose fitting and hose. The two cylinders are
attached together with a short adjustable strap. A longer adjustable
strap used to hold the cylinders on the slaves chests is attached to
the opposite sides of the cylinders. KY jelly is applied to the slaves
breasts and surrounding area to provide a tight seal.

	The assistants first adjust the center strap so that the
cylinders are centered over each breast, then holding the cylinders to
each breast the outside straps are brought around the side of the
slave's chest and buckled in the back just tight enough to hold them
on. The slaves arms are lowered and bound behind the slave's back. Her
wrists are now re-attached to the overhead wenches and are drawn up.
As their arms are pulled higher the slaves are forced to bend over.
When they are all bent over 90 degrees at the waist the wenches are
locked in place.

	In this position the cylinders are hanging down toward the
floor allowing the audience to have a good view of their breasts. The
hoses from the cylinders were then attached to the hose coming from
the pipe that was brought in earlier.

	The strain of the position showed on several of the slaves. It
would be interesting to see how big Slave Three's breasts will get as
the vacuum is applied to her. Slave One's large breasts fill a third
of the cylinders already. The hostess announces that a vacuum will be
applied to the cylinders on the slave's breasts in steps. In her hand
she holds the remote control that will regulate the torture and she
advances the control to the first setting.

	Before the audiences eyes the slave's breasts are slowly drawn
into the cylinders. No sounds have yet to be heard from the slaves,
but that is soon to come. This first step is only to seat their
breasts in the cylinders After the sound of air hissing through the
pipe had stopped the assistants came out and undid the straps holding
the cylinders on the slaves.

	The cylinders were then left to dangle from each breast held
on only by the suction provided by the pipe. No real deformation of
the slaves breasts has occurred yet but, depending on how long they
could hold out, their breasts could become beautifully disfigured. The
disfigurement could even be permanent. This torture will at least make
their breasts much more sensitive, a bonus if more breast torture is
in store for later.

	The real entertainment began as the hostess moved her control
to the next position. The air could again be heard as it hissed
through the pipe and away from the cylinders. The slaves were now
starting to show some strain. Slave One was doing controlled breathing
exercises to try to keep in control. Her breasts were slowly expanding
to fill the cylinders. In the bright lights her nipples could be seen
to be protruding proudly from the tips of her breasts.

	The light color of Slave Two's areoles was starting to darken
noticeably as blood was pulled into her breasts. Soon they would turn
dark red as would the rest of her breasts. She was licking her lips as
she was pulled deeper and deeper into the confines of the cylinders.
Slave Three has larger breasts than she must have ever had before. She
would be at a disadvantage in this torture since her smaller breasts
will not expand as much as the other slaves. That means that the
suction will start pulling in her chest muscles sooner which is
agonizing. She seemed to be taking it well with no sign of discomfort
yet.

	Slave four was showing her lack of experience in handling new
forms of torment. Her arms were quivering as her hands opened and
closed. Her breasts were becoming slightly inflated with blood and no
doubt were beginning to ache. She had the advantage of youth and
stamina. If she can hold out through this and the upcoming tortures
then her owner will get back a better disciplined slave than they sent
in.

	The sound of air movement had stopped and a few minutes were
given for this level to work its magic on the slaves. The second slave
gave a shudder as her breasts found a new position. The scars on her
must be making it more painful as the skin is stretched tight with
swollen mammary tissue. Bets were undoubtedly being made in the
audience as to which slave would give in first.

	Once again the hostess moved her fingers over the control and
the sound of air being moved was heard. A low grunt then a moan came
from the stage. The origin of the first sound could not be determined
before a chorus of sounds answered it. The first sound had been a
catalyst for the others as mewing, moaning, grunting sounds issued
from the slaves.

	The first and second slave's breasts were turning a lurid
shade of red deepening to purple at the tips. Their larger breasts
could be pulled deeply into the cylinders as their nipples were pulled
firmly from the underlying flesh. Slave One's breathing exercises seem
to be forgotten as she took rapid shallow breaths.

	Slave Two was now jerking in her bonds as the scars were
stretched on her abused breasts. Slave Three's previously small
breasts were now at least a C or better and turning a lovely shade of
purple as the air continued to be removed. Her mouth gaped as her
breasts grew larger and the pain intensified.

	The air finally could not be heard over the cries of the
tortured women. They were all sobbing openly at this point, tears
dripping onto the stage as they willed themselves not to say the word
that would end the growing agony. The chest muscles of Slave Three
were now being pulled from her rib cage into the cylinders. Her skin
over her whole chest and back was pulled agonizingly tight as she
started to scream.

	Suddenly the cylinder on Slave Two's left breast went wetly
red. One of the scars must have ruptured from the strain. Her scream
rose as she whipped her head from side to side from the pain. Spittle
flowed from her mouth as she mouthed the word that would release her
from hell. The hostess stopped the flow of air and one of the
assistants closed a valve going to the cylinder attached to the
bleeding breast.

	As is usual the slave who gives the code word must receive
some additional punishment so as to discourage the others from giving
in too soon. The slaves where released from their bent over position
and bound in the original position. As the cylinders were vented and
removed from each slave a new wail came from tortured throats as the
pressure was released from their breasts. All the slaves were released
with the exception Slave Two. The cylinder on Slave Two's left breast
came off on its own due to the blood flowing into it breaking the
vacuum. The other breast was still held in the embrace of the cylinder
as she continued to give horse screams.

	Looking at the other slaves their breasts looked terrific,
like giant hickies were put on each breast. It was easy to see that
there had been a great deal of capillary rupture below the skin
surface. Splotches of subcutaneous bleeding spread across many
breasts as the slaves tried to regain their composure. Their breasts
would be more sensitive now than they had probably ever been. Perfect
for more torture later. They were directed to watch Slave Two as her
punishment was administered.

	One of the assistants stood behind Slave Two and wrapped his
arms around her chest below her breasts. The blood running from her
torn left breast pooled where his arm held her. She was incoherent at
this point but quickly came around as another assistant grabbed the
remaining cylinder on her right breast and slowly started to twist it
as he pulled. By the time it had been twisted 90 degrees she was
screaming madly and jerking in her bonds. As he continued to pull and
twist her breast it could be seen that her nipple was a good foot from
her body. Where all the ti sue came from to allow that could only be
guessed at.

	When he had twisted her breast half way around she lost
control of her bladder and urinated on herself. The yellow liquid
flowed down her legs and formed a pool on the floor. Her screams were
fading into hoarse gasps as tears mixed with the blood flowing down
her chest. After being twisted more than half way around one of the
scars on her right breast gave out and filled the cylinder with warm,
red blood. This caused the cylinder to slip off her breast, splashing
the blood on her stomach and thighs. It also caused the final release
from her torture as she lost consciouses.

	The other slaves were allowed to rest as they watched the
final torture of their sister in pain. Seeing this would make them
reconsider before calling the code word later on. Slave Two was left
for now to bleed quietly. Her right breast was twisted beyond
recognition. It was now just a battered mass of flesh dripping blood
from a wound that would need to be stitched. Blood ran down her body
across her thighs and cunt. She was finally removed from the stage to
the infirmary in the back where she would be cared for.

	The other slaves unbound and ordered to clean the stage for
the next torture. Only they knew what thoughts played in their minds
as they scrubbed the blood and urine from the stage floor. With this
intermission the audience had the chance to get refreshments and
collect on bets made earlier.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Subject: Festival Of Torture (F+, bdsm, severe)[2/2]
Date: 1996/12/25

			 Festival of Torture
			       Part Two

	Now there were three women left and it was time to pick the
next torture. After the stage was cleaned the slaves were again bound
in the upright position. Their breasts where starting to recover but
they would take several days to return completely to normal. Slave
Three's breasts were still far from their A cup size. If breast
bondage came up later she would have something to work with.

	The hostess performed her torture selection routine again with
the stud. She held up the card containing the next torture and read
the following, "The next torment will be whipping with a hot chain
flogger." The slaves turned pale as the hostess read the card. The
fourth slave started crying quietly with her head down.

	The slaves positions were changed to provide access to their
bodies. They were now lifted off the ground by their arms, their legs
were pulled open and each ankle tied to a ring in the floor. In this
position their inner thighs and cunts were accessible along with their
ass and breasts.

	The flogger were made with fine chains attached to an
insulated handle. Three braziers were rolled out and one was placed
by each slave. Three floggers were in each brazer so that they could
be rotated. As one cooled off a hot one could be swapped for the cool
one. The assistants took up their positions behind each slave and
removed a hot flogger from their respective braziers.

	The first slave was already sobbing to herself, her chin
quivering and tears running down her cheeks. Soon she will be doing
much more than that. "The first target would be the slave's asses,"
the hostess said, as the drum beat in the background began. The
assistant would whip the slave's ass in time with the drum beat until
one of the slaves called the code word or the flogger cooled off. The
floggers would last about a couple of minutes or so before it became
too cool to be effective. The hostess gave the command to start.

	As the first blow landed the audience was assured that the
floggers were very hot. The assistants did not have to put much power
into the blows for the reaction they got. There was no hesitation
among the slaves now. With the first blow they screamed for all they
were worth. The audience could not see the slaves asses but they did
see how each slave tried to climb out of her skin as a stroke touched
her. They all pitched their heads back and let go with blood curdling
screams as the assistants worked over each inch of his slave's ass.

	With each blow the slave would jerk on her bonds with all the
force she could muster. Slave Four's leg muscles stood out like cables
as her young body responded to the instinct to run from the pain. This
kind of restraint and agony really show off a women's musculature to
its best. Slave Three's formerly angelic face was a mask of pain as
each stroke burned a new section of her ass. She was begging insanely
for her tormenter to stop. She promise d him everything her pain
clouded mind could think of but to no avail.

	The flogging ended abruptly as the hostess gave to command to
stop. The women were covered in sweat from their struggles. Their
limits pushed to the edge but none had yielded. The assistants placed
their now cool floggers aside and took up positions in front of the
hanging slaves. The next target for torture will be the slave's inner
thighs, instructed the hostess.

	The third and fourth slaves both tried to pull their thighs
together at the thought of what was to happen next. Slave One though
seemed to try to open her thighs wider as a contented look came to her
tear stained face. This must be one of her personal favorites or she
has just given in to the idea of what will happen. The assistants took
up their fresh implements of torture and were given the command to
begin as the drum began to beat.

	The first stroke landed on her right inner thigh and cut
deeply into the soft flesh of Slave One. Her breath came in short,
sharp gasps as an angry red strip appeared on her skin. She kept her
eyes closed as tears started to flow down her cheeks to join those
already drying on the floor below. The drum beat on as the rhythm of
pain filled the space.

	The slave's screams where growing horse as the taught skin of
their thighs turned red with thin blue streaks snaking across the
tender flesh. Slaves Three and Four looked beyond rational thought as
they strained in their bonds. Their muscles and tendons, stretched to
the breaking point by the strict bondage, stood out sharply on their
trim bodies. Their fingers and toes curled tightly into fists as the
pain of each burning stroke shot from their flesh to the pain centers
in their brains.

	Slave One still looked to be taking her torment very well as
each stroke brought another agony drenched scream from her lips. Her
face was a bright red as tears flowed down her cheeks. Blood was
starting to flow down her thighs dripping on the floor as she
struggled. The hot flogger hissed when it contacted the blood dampened
skin.

	The assistants alternated strikes to the right and left thighs
evenly distributing the blows. Slave Three's breathing had become
frantic gasps with not even the strength to allow the searing cries of
agony to escape her body. Blood splattered across the front of her
body as she jerked from side to side from the blows. As her movements
became less and less the microphone attached to her picked up the
whispered code to end the torture. The audience clapped and cheered
for the slave's endurance. Slave Three continued to mumble the code as
the other slaves where removed from the stage.

	A padded sawhorse was then brought out and left on the stage.
Slave Three was lowered and released. She was then placed face down on
the horse. Her wrist and ankle cuffs were attached to the legs of the
horse leaving her sharply bent over with her ass and cunt clearly
displayed. She was given a stimulant injection to bring her to full
awareness for her final torture.

	Her ass and thighs were heavily marked and bloodied. The skin
was broken in long strips and her current bent over position had
caused the cuts to open wide exposing the under lying tissue. Her
moans became cries as the stimulant took effect bringing her out of
the quite place she had escaped to.

	A brazer with one of the unused floggers still in it was
brought over to where the slave was bound. One of the assistants stood
behind the slave and reached around her hips taking a pussy lip in
each hand. He pulled her lips open exposing the wet, pink inner
surfaces. As he held her cunt open a second assistant removed the hot
flogger and stepped over to the slave. He placed the handle of the
flogger along the small of the slave's back allowing the hot chains to
drape down the crack of her ass and into her open cunt.

	The sizzle of the hot flogger touching her moist inner cunt
could be heard for a moment before it was overwhelmed by the scream of
agony from the slave. She jerked in her bonds as the assistant
released her pussy lips allowing them to embrace the instrument of her
torture. She was now withering convulsively on the horse as faint
trails of smoke arose from her burning crotch. As the flogger
continued to burn into her it only took moments before only vague
grunting and mewing came from the slave as she lapsed into
unconsciousness.

	With only two contestants left the next torment would probably
be the last one of the evening. An intermission was now held while the
stage was cleared. A time for socialization among the elite of the
leather community. Slaves owned by the Society circulated among the
members and guests carrying drinks and hors d'oeuvres. Private slaves
attended to their owners needs until the signal to be seated was given
once again.

	The Hostess once again performed the ritual to select to next
form of torture. The two remaining slaves knelt on the stage silently
waiting to what demonic procedure would next be performed on them. The
audience was silent as the Hostess slowly opened the envelope and read
the contents. "The next and final torture will be deep electrical
stimulation of the cunt and uterus," she announced.

	The special gynecologists tables where rolled out onto the
stage and the slaves where strapped into them. These tables were not
normal gynecological tables, they were designed and built much
stronger so as to hold down t e strongest of slaves while they under
went extreme genital torture. The slaves were laid out on the tables
and first their arms were secured over their heads to the head of the
table. Special padding and straps held the slave's head immobile and
straps were secured across the chest above and below the breasts.

	The slave's ass came just past the end of the table and a
strap around the waist held it firmly down. The slave's legs were
strapped in a number of places to movable arms that protruded from the
end of the table. Their feet were strapped into the stirrups on the
end of each arm with several smaller straps to hold them securely in
place. There was no question that the part of the body that was made
the most accessible by this device was the women's cunt.

	The slaves were looking well abused at this point. Slave One's
large breasts were swollen and almost black from their torment. Slave
Four did not look to be much better off, her thighs were covered with
welts from the beating they had received as were her tits. Both slaves
were aware of what was going on around them it seemed though by the
look of fear on their faces and the way they winced as each strap was
tightened into their bruised flesh.

	The tables were tilted up slightly toward the audience so that
the slaves could be viewed clearly during the upcoming procedure.
Surgical trays containing the required instruments were rolled out and
placed next to each table. Cameras were also mounted to provide a
clear view of the slave's cunts on the monitors overhead. A bucket of
ice was also brought out and placed next to the end of each table.

	Assistants took their places, one by each slave's spread open
cunt, and put on rubber gloves to insulate them from the electricity
they will be using. The Hostess gave the command to begin.

	First the assistants plunged their hands into the buckets of
ice and removed the speculums placed there. These were the largest
ones in production and were not intended for use one humans. They were
at least twelve inches long and even closed the diameter was a good
three inches. Slave Four's shaved cunt showed her puckered opening
clearly and it looked like it was going to be a very tight fit. The
cameras showed the operation clearly.

	Slave One gasped as the cold steel burrowed past her furred
lips to press against her tight orifice. She grunted as her body
slowly yielded to the pressure of the steel penetrator. The shaft of
the speculum slowly disappeared into her as the assistant leaned into
it. Slave Four was not having as easy a time of it. Her young body
resisted the cruel invader clinching her already tight hole tighter.

	She gasped and cried out as the assistant increased his
pressure on the speculum, leaning his body into her. Twisting the
device back and forth he worked on her cunt until its ability to
resist faded and the shaft began to inch its way into her body. She
was moaning loudly with each breath as the speculum was pressed in
until it was seated deeply in her cunt.

	The jaws of the speculums were now slowly opened until their
cunts were stretched to the breaking point. Tears fell from both
slave's as the jaws clicked into place. The base of the speculum was
now spread open stretching the round holes into obscene oval orifices,
contorted to such a degree that a hand could easily be inserted into
the women's cunts.

	The slaves were allowed to relax momentarily while they tried
to become accustomed to the new pressures being imposed on their
tender anatomy. While this occurred a new piece of equipment was
brought out on stage. This was a complicated looking electronic
device that we were told would be used to control the electrical
torture. The cameras were positioned to look into each slaves opened
cunt. It was amazing how much was exposed with their cunts stretched
the way they were. The cervix of each woman could be seen in the
depths of their contorted vaginas.

	Next the assistants removed thin probes from the trays. They
were about sixteen inches long and were insulated except for the four
inches at the tip. The probes each also had a wire attached at the
insulated ends. The probe was slowly guided into the opening provided
by the speculum and pressed against the opening of the uterus. While
rotating the probes between their fingers the assistants pressed the
probes into the slave's wombs until all four inches had been inserted.
The penetration of the cervix by the probes caused cramping in both
women as was attested by their sharp groans of pain.

	Clamps with wires attached were now removed from the trays for
placement onto the slaves bodies. A clamp was placed on each outer
pussy lip, inner pussy lip, and one on the clit. These were not
particularly strong clamps, just enough pressure to make good
electrical contact. The slaves were not yet in any great discomfort,
that was to be supplied soon enough. The loose ends of the wires were
plugged into the still silent machines and the assistants stood back
out of the way.

	The Hostess instructed the audience that the torture machines
would send increasing levels of voltage to the different contact
points on the slaves. The machines would randomly select what clamp
combination to send the electricity to with the voltage increasing as
time went on. The womb probe would not be used yet. The voltage would
continue to increase until one of the slaves called the code word to
quit or the voltage reached the maximum safe level. If the voltage
reached the max setting without either of the slaves giving in then
the womb probe would be added to the machines choices of stimulation
points. The Hostess gave the command to begin and the machines were
turned on.

	At first nothing seemed to be happening then gentle movements
could be seen from the subjects of the torture. Small jerking motions
spread out from their cunts as the electricity took control of them.
Their thighs and as cheeks quivered as the began to cry out from the
increasing stimulation.

	Slave One was begging and pleading for them to stop as she
lost control but she did not say the code word. Slave Four struggled
in her bonds as electricity coursed through her tortured pussy. Her
cunt muscles clinched involuntarily against the speculum, the walls of
her cunt pulsated as the camera looked on. Both women were crying and
yelling uselessly for the torment to stop.

	A light came on both machines as they reached their maximum
voltage setting. The Hostess flipped the switches that would allow the
machines to use the womb probes.

	Simultaneously both slaves convulsed on their tables. A long
scream pierced the air as the electricity exploded into their tender
wombs. Both women were a mass of knotted muscles as they strained
with incredible force in their bonds. Slave One urinated on the table
as her bladder involuntarily tightened. Slave Four's abdomen was a sea
of withering flesh as cramps swept out from her tortured uterus.

	Slave One's pelvis thrust in rhythm to the voltage change in
an obscene fucking motion caused by the immense pain. The cameras
showed the pulsations occurring in each women's cunt. The contractions
were hard enough to force the speculum in and out of their cunts for
several inches. There screams came with every breath until Slave One
uttered the code word calling for an end of the pain.

	The devices were turned off and the clamps removed. As the
probes were removed blood dripped darkly from the ends. Finally the
speculums were removed but it would be some time before their cunts
returned to their normal tightness.

	Both slaves were removed to examination rooms to recover. The
Hostess announced the end of the evening's festivities and thanked
everyone for taking part. The first and second place awards would be
made at the next meeting.