Chapt 6 - The Long March
While Nancy lay moaning on the floor, totally absorbed in her pain and quite
incapable of moving, Mike and Shirley started preparations for the next round.
This involved dragging a walking machine from where it stood against one wall
out into the middle of the room. This machine consisted of an endless belt on
which fitness freaks could walk for miles in the comfort of their own homes. The
belt was driven by a powerful electric motor, coupled to a variable control, so
that the speed of the belt, and hence the speed of the walker, could be
adjusted, from a casual stroll to a full-blooded run. The machine had been
modified, at the front was a three-foot high steel post, with a metal ring
welded to the top.
During these preparations all the cameras had been switched off. Shirley now
re-arranged the gantry so that the machine was in their field of view. Mike
watched Nancy.
"I think we're going to have to give her a bit of time to recover," he whispered
to his accomplice, "otherwise she isn't going to be able to do it." Shirley,
nodded, it was obvious that the girl lying on the floor needed a respite before
they started on her again.
"Suits me, " replied Shirley. "And anyway, I'm hungry, let's go and have
something to eat."
When they came back into the room, Nancy was lying curled up in much the same
position as when they had left her. The moans had turned to sobs, wracking sobs
that shook her whole body. It was obvious to them that she was in great pain
still, her mind almost shut off, unable to cope with anything other than the
pain signals coming from her incredibly stretched sex.
Grabbing an arm each, they hauled her to her feet and lugged her over to a
parallel bar, about three feet off the ground. Draping her over it, they
strapped her ankles to the vertical bars holding, so that her feet were once
more stretched wide apart. Nancy didn't resist - truth to tell, she was only
half aware of what was happening to her. Her arms were pulled out and tied to
the ends of the bar.
Pulling a surgical glove onto his right hand, Mike, spread some K-Y Jelly onto
his fingers, and then roughly shoved his index into her anal ring. She squirmed,
more as a reflex action than from any discomfort, the intrusion was masked by
the pain in her cunt. Next, the man worked his finger around, stretching the
anal muscle, until he judged he could get a second finger inside her, alongside
the first one. He worked both fingers around, stretching the muscle further.
When he was satisfied, he nodded to Shirley, who was holding a strange-looking
metal device. This was a large speculum, and as Mike pulled his fingers out, she
thrust it into the vacated hole. Nancy was vaguely aware of what was being done
to her, but her mind was still concentrated too much on the previous pain to
really take it in. Shirley clasped the handles of the speculum in her hand and
squeezed. The jaws opened a notch, stretching Nancy's anal muscle wide open.
Still the girl didn't react to the stimulus. She squeezed it open another notch.
And another. Nancy yelled, it felt like her hole was being torn apart. Shirley
waited a moment, while the muscle accommodated this new position, then squeezed
again. This time Nancy screamed.
"No more! Please, no more, I'll die if you do!"
"No way, sweetheart!", Shirley thought to herself, "you can take quite a bit
more before you do that!" And she squeezed yet again. The pain was atrocious,
Nancy felt as though she was being ripped open, and she gave out a long,
continuous wailing scream.
Mike made a sign and Shirley released the handles. Nancy's ass-hole was now
stretched open some three inches, gaping, an invitation to have something shoved
into it. Which was just what Mike had every intention of doing. The 'something'
was a very stiff-bristled bottle brush, the nylon bristles wound in a spiral
about six inches long on a strong wire handle. Near the handle end the bristles
had been cut down to a smaller diameter for about an inch. This, of course, made
them even stiffer. Mike slipped the brush into her ass-hole, until the
reduced-diameter part of it was on a level with her anal muscle. He nodded, and
Shirley released the ratchet that held the jaws of the speculum open. They
closed over the bristles. The Shirley carefully withdrew the speculum. As she
did so, the bristles were released, springing out to dig into the delicate walls
of Nancy's rectum and anus.
It was as if the girl had been hit with a powerful jolt of electricity. She
bucked and twisted, her ass gyrating wildly, her breasts swinging from side to
side as she wrenched and pulled at her bounds, the whole accompanied by some of
the loudest screams so far. The reflex reaction of her body to the pain made
things even worse, as her anal muscle clenched, digging the hard bristles even
deeper into the highly-sensitive tissues. It felt as though she was being reamed
with a red-hot poker!
After a moment or so, Mike grabbed a handful of the girl's hair and pulled her
forwards, so that the tops of her thighs were drawn up tight against the
horizontal bar. Shirley picked up a second bottle brush, a lot bigger in
diameter that the first one, slid it into a metal tube, and carefully pushed the
tube as far as it could go into the sufferings victim's cunt, the end bristles
pushing against the cervical opening. Holding the handle of the brush with one
hand, she slowly pulled the tube out, with much the same results as for the
first one. The nylon bristles, release from the imprisoning metal tube, sprung
out to bury their points in the sensitive tissues of the girl's vagina, once
more creating excruciating pain. Nancy writhed and twisted all the more, her
pitiful screams filling the room.
Finally, Shirley slipped a noose of fine but strong nylon cord over Nancy's
clitoris and the three needles that penetrated it, then pulled the noose tight.
A leather strap was buckled around each arm, just above the elbow, her wrists
were released from the horizontal bar and her arms twisted up behind her back.
Finally, each wrist was strapped tightly to the opposite elbow. The effect was
to cause her to arch her back, thrusting out her full breasts provocatively.
Legs wide apart, in a futile attempt to relieve the pain of the bristles digging
into her, the wire handles could be seen, protruding from her sex and ass. She
clenched her muscles, trying to force the brushes out of her, but that only
increased the pain as the membranes were forced ever harder against the points
of the bristles.
Holding an upper arm each, the two torturers forced the girl to step up onto the
walking machine. That one single step was agony, as the movement of her legs
caused the brushes to roll slightly inside her, the bristles finding fresh, as
yet untouched areas of her softness to dig into. She screamed.
Shirley tied a piece of shock-cord to the end of the thin nylon leash leading to
Nancy's clitoris, then tied it to the ring in the upright rod at the end of the
machine. Then she turned one of the cameras on Mike's faceless mask.
"We call this one the Long March," he announced to the invisible audience.
"Nancy is going to take a walk, quite a long walk, without actually going
anywhere, of course. I think she will find that it will be rather an
uncomfortable one, as those nylon bristles move around inside her with the
motion! Of course, she may decide not to walk, but in that case the cord around
her clit will tighten as the walkway moves her back from the post. The pain will
increase as the shock cord is stretched. Eventually, if she persists in standing
still, and if she can take the pain, the needles will be ripped out of her
clitoris, slicing it into three parts. If that does happen, we will immediately
paint it copiously with hydrogen peroxide. This will prevent any possibility of
infection, but at the same time it will be incredibly painful, and will also
scar the torn surfaces of her clitoris, ensuring that it will remain forever in
three parts."
Nancy just couldn't believe her ears! Just standing there, concentrating on
avoiding the slightest movement, she was already in a great deal of pain. The
step up onto the machine had shown her how much worse it got when she moved. And
now this fiend was saying that she was going to be forced to walk! And, as he
had so accurately pointed out, the consequences of not walking were too terrible
to contemplate!
"YOU'RE MAD!!" she screamed at the couple of faceless figures standing on each
side of her. "YOU'RE MAD, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! LET ME GO!!!!
The only response was a hand stretching out to press a button on the console
and, with a jerk, the electric motor started the walkway moving backwards under
her. The cord tightened and the pain flashed through her as it pulled against
the three needles in her clit. Instinctively, in an act of self-preservation,
she swung one leg forward, in an awkward walking movement. The brushes rolled
inside her cunt and her anus, the bristles seeking out fresh untouched areas.
She screamed. And screamed again, and again, and again, until her screams were
continuous, as she was forced to march along the endless belt, swinging her legs
out to the side each time, in an awful parody of walking, as she tried to avoid
her body pressing on the bristles. Mike, seeing this, speeded up the machine
little by little, until Nancy was striding along almost briskly, the pain in her
sex and her ass flowing up through her body in pulses at each step. The brushes
rolled back and forth inside her, the bristles digging deeper and deeper into
her, trickles of blood now running down her thighs.
As she strode on her pain-filled way, Nancy's body broke out into a heavy sweat,
her smooth skin glistening as though it had been oiled. Her mind was in a
turmoil. How much longer would this terrible torture last? How much longer could
she endure it? Could she keep going, avoid the awful, unthinkable consequence of
stopping? These thoughts ran over and over through her mind as her screams
became hoarser and hoarser. And then, just when she couldn't take any more, the
machine suddenly stopped. She walked two more steps before the fact registered
in her pain-filled mind and she came to a halt. The lower half of her body as
one sea of pain, of fire, of flame, unbearable, and yet she had to bear it,
there was no escape from it. Worse was to come. Bending slightly, Shirley
grabbed the handle of the brush sticking out from between the cheeks of the
girl's ass and, with infinite cruelty, slowly, so slowly, started to pull it
out! Nancy screamed like a stuck pig as the pointed bristles were scraped over
the already-inflamed tissues - a red-hot poker would not have caused more pain!
As the brush was removed, her anal muscle spasmed and spasmed She thought she
would go mad from the pain. Strangely enough, Shirley did not remove the brush
in her victim's cunt
Finally she just stood there, trembling, dripping with sweat, her lower body
twitching as the spasms of pain slowly died down to an almost acceptable level.
She was only vaguely aware of what was happening as hands pulled her off the
walker and over to a gynaecological table on the far side of the room. It barely
registered on her pain-filled mind that her hands were released, that she was
pushed flat on her back, her wrists strapped to the table above her head, her
legs strapped into the stirrups and spread wide, a thick belt pulled tightly
over her smooth belly, until she was quite helpless and immobile. The wire
handle of the bottle brush poked out obscenely from between the lips of her sex.
Mike and Shirley left the room.
"Now that was quite something!" exclaimed Mike, happily. "That just about has to
be the sexiest thing I've ever seen, Christ, did she scream!"
Shirley agreed, enthusiastically. "One thing's for sure, she's not going to let
any man near her cunt, or her ass for that matter, for a long, long time! She's
going to hurt for weeks! And the great thing about it is that there won't be any
permanent damage, at least, I don't think so."
Mike laughed. "Not our problem, sweets. Damage or not, she's going to be so
frightened of what will happen to her if she goes to the police that there's no
way she is ever going to talk. And this film, once it's edited, is going to make
us a small fortune."
"True," Shirley replied, "but it's going to be a hard act to follow. What are we
going to do to the next bitch to equal this one,"
"Don't worry, I've got lots of ideas, you'll see."
"I bet you have, you evil bastard!" To tell the truth, Shirley was more than a
little scared. She knew Mike pretty well by now, and she was worried that the
next time she was bottom, he might try some of these tortures on her, he was
crazy enough. Her recent session with the TENS machine had shaken her more than
some what, she hadn't thought he would go so far. In spite of herself, she
shivered.
"Cold, sweets?" Mike asked her. "Let's get back in there and finish the film,
that'll warm you up." And so saying her led the way back into the room where
Nancy lay waiting helplessly for the next act!
