A Thanatos Birthday Party

Priscilla's Blowjob Training

Barely a few days after her birthday ordeal, having been healed by the Thanatos Society doctors and nurses, the girl once known as Priscilla, but now forever to be referred to by the name she hates the most - Prissy - was brought into a large room. The room resembled a high school class room - not that different to the one that Prissy had sat in what seemed like a lifetime ago, but was actually only a few weeks earlier. Rows of desks were placed in front of one larger desk, and there was a large area in the middle of the room which was empty. A stern looking woman stood in front of the large desk.

"Good morning, Prissy. My name is Miss Kerry - I am going to be your teacher for your first classes here, which are called 'Lovemaking for Beginners A' and 'Introduction to Torture A'.

You are to follow any orders that I give, to the letter, or else you will be severely punished. Now, get dressed up in those clothes". Miss Kerry was pointing to a nicely tailored old-fashioned school uniform. While Prissy put the clothes on, Miss Kerry continued her introduction.

"Your training will continue for the next six months, under both myself, and a number of assistant teachers and professionals. There are two things you need to know about your training. Firstly, every moment of your life from this moment on will be filmed, whether you are in class, being trained elsewhere, in bed or in the bathroom. The most interesting parts of your day to day life will be edited into a range of videos - we have already begun marketing 'The Prissy Tapes' - that will be sold to our members."

Prissy, who had finished dressing, was then directed down to one of the desks. She noticed as she sat down that there was a hole in the seat, just beneath her backside. "The other thing you need to know about your training," Miss Kerry continued, with a smile beginning to form on her lips, "is that you will find most, if not all, of your time here strange, scary and distressing. This is not by accident. Our members enjoy the distress of our girls here, and they will pay a premium for film of you showing signs of being upset. Some of our members enjoy the girl to be sobbing, some to see her screaming in pain, some to see her begging for her mommy. I try to make the time you spend here as difficult as possible, so that we can make the best sort of films."

Although she could not see it, the camera that was focussed on Prissy's face zoomed in for a reaction, and was rewarded, not for the first or last time, with a stream of tears which ran down her pretty face.  Miss Kerry came up to Prissy and bent slightly, so that she could lick some of the salty water off the teen's face. "I am paid a great deal of money by the society to come up with ways in which to make your life miserable at all times."

Without warning, Miss Kerry forced two yellow plastic plugs into Prissy's nostrils. Despite all of the violations, this one still felt a particularly personal and awful one. When she opened her mouth to try to breathe and to cry out in shock, Miss Kerry pushed a large ball into the girl's mouth. Trying to breathe around the ball was difficult, but when the sadistic woman above her connected a tube to each of the plugs and squeezed a bulb, Prissy went crazy, shaking her head. Miss Kerry had forced a small amount of lemon juice straight up into her sinuses. Prissy felt as though her head had exploded, as the sadist pulled the plugs out of her nostrils and the ball out of her mouth.

"You see? Just like that." Laughing at the tears and coughs that she had just brought forth from her victim, she went back to her desk.

Miss Kerry wrote on the blackboard in the front of the class "Lovemaking For Beginners" in yellow chalk. "Prissy, I know that you were raised in such a way that sex was not a very common topic of discussion. Does it embarrass you to talk about sex?"

Prissy nodded, her head down. "Look up at me, cunt." The girl quickly did so, and nodded again. "Tell me, Prissy. Tell me what it feels like to talk about sex."

Prissy thought for a second. "I thought it was about love, but now I don't like it. I don't like what I've seen of it. It was more horrible than I imagined."

Miss Kerry smiled. "That's true. We call it here 'Lovemaking', but that's just a little joke. When it comes to sex, many people enjoy being with their partner, kissing, touching and they often have orgasms, which are very enjoyable. But for you, Prissy, things are different. Sex for you will only ever be painful and embarrassing and degrading and awful. At best, it will be rape. At worst, it will be a special form of torture that you will dread."

Prissy again started to cry, so the teacher told her to shut up. "That's enough of that. I'm sure we have enough footage of your whining. Let's get on with the lesson. Lesson number one of normal sex education might be something about your own body, about how to make yourself be comfortable with your genitals, your breasts and so on. Here, of course, there is no need for you to learn that. Instead, we are going to start with a method of giving sexual pleasure to a man that you will very often be called upon to do."

Prissy shifted in her chair. Her back was starting to hurt, and the hole in the seat was making her strain her legs. "One of the best ways that you can make a man happy is to perform oral sex on him. Do you know what that means?"

Prissy went red. She had heard something about it from a friend at school, but it had sounded weird and disgusting. "Sort of."

"Within a short amount of time, you're going to be one of the world experts on giving oral sex, both to men, and to women. I'm going to call in one of the other trainers here so that you can work your magic on him. If you do it well, you may get a reprieve from your other class."

"My other class?" Prissy asked confused.

"Yes, dear. Introduction to Torture. Although of course you've already been tortured in your introduction to the society, but we have not yet really shown you how far we can take things - just how unbearable we can make it for you. So are you going to be a good student?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good". Miss Kerry briefly opened the door and called to Mr R., as he was known. At 6 foot 4, he was an imposing figure as he walked into the room and checked out Prissy, but he was also an inspired choice. One of his sexual quirks was that he was unable to become aroused by any sexual activity unless there was an element of sadism involved as well. Prissy's first lesson would be a peculiar test for her.

The teacher continued, "Mr R. will be the beneficiary of your attentions today. I must warn you that if you do not please him sufficiently, you will be punished terribly."

Turning to Mr R, she asked him if he had any particular requests.  "Yes, actually, I do.  Hello Prissy, I expect that this is a very scary experience for you, having to have sex with a man you haven't met before.  How are you feeling?"

"Yes, I am scared.  I want to go home."

"OK, I think there's a way that we can help you to overcome some of your fears.  You can call me Daddy!  And because Miss Kerry will be helping us, you can call her Mommy too, OK?"

Prissy nodded in tears.  She didn't want to be reminded of what her beloved parents had just done to her so recently, and here were these sadists making her call them Mummy and Daddy?  This was horribly messed up.

Mr R. pulled down his pants, to reveal his cock in a flaccid state.  Prissy had seen more cocks in the past few days than she had seen in the rest of her life, but it was still a shock to see it.  "I've just been the Gym so my cock might taste a little sweaty, but I'm sure that's not a problem for you."  When he pressed it up against Prissy's face, she almsot retched from the smell - it was as if he hadn't showered in a week.

After dragging her from her desk and pushing her down on her knees in front of Mr R., Miss Kerry began the instruction.  "Prissy, cunt, the first part of a blow job is to make the cock get hard.  To do that, normally, you would be able to use your hands, tongue and lips to arouse the man. However, for this time, I would like you to use only your tongue.  You are to lick the cock as though you were a cat, licking up milk."

Prissy stuck out her tongue and lapped at the cock in front of her, trying to make the man hard, but not really having any idea how to do so.  After a couple of minutes, his cock was as floppy as ever.

Miss Kerry yelled at Prissy to lick harder, but still she did not know how to do it.

Mr R. shook his head.  "Miss Kerry, there's no need to yell.  I think the reason why I'm not getting turned on is because she has not properly initiated sex.  Prissy, I'd like you to ask me if I would like you to suck my cock."

Prissy was not sure what to say, but asked "Would you like me to suck your cock."

R again shook his head.  "No, cunt.  Remember what I told you to call me.  Now ask me properly.  Say, 'Daddy, Would you like me to suck your cock?'"

She began to get teary again.  "Daddy, w..would you like me to suck your c..cock?"

"Yes, Prissy.  I would like that very much."

Miss Kerry told her, "OK, now put the cock in your mouth and start sucking."

Prissy tried, but again could not get much of a response.

Miss Kerry and Mr R looked at each other and nodded.  The man spoke quietly to Prissy.  "I'm sorry honey, but you're not able to get me turned on for some reason.  It looks like Mummy is going to have to make you uncomfortable."

"What do you mean?  I'm trying really hard."

"I know that sweety.  It's just that the only guaranteed way that I can get a hard on is if the girl giving it to me is in some sort of distress."

Miss Kerry continued.  "That's right.  And remember, there's no need to feel that you've failed - this isn't a punishment, it's just a necessary thing to make the experience pleasurable for Daddy."

"No please ..."

Mr R cut in, "It's OK, Mummy's just going to give you a sore tummy, OK?  That will help to make me nice and hard."

Miss Kerry took a bottle of liquid off one of the shelves.  "Here, drink this."  Prissy refused, but K forced it down her throat, and then held her mouths shut so she could not spit it out.

"That will take a few minutes to work, but in the meantime, I'd like you to know what to expect.  Have you ever had food poisoning?"

Prissy shuddered at the thought - her real parents, unbeknown to her - had given her some tainted oysters, just for fun, and she had been terribly ill for a whole day, constantly needing to run to the bathroom.

"Yes, maam."

"OK, well what you're about to experience is something like that, but focussed on your tummy.  It's been found that it's a particularly awful thing to experience combined with choking on cock for the first time."

Within seconds, Prissy began to moan, and R began to get hard for the first time.  Prissy began to beg.  "Please, I need to go to the bathroom.  Let me go!"

Miss Kerry looked down at her in disgust.  "Naughty girls don't get to go to the bathroom.  You'll be allowed to go when you get Daddy to come, OK?"

Prissy suffered terribly, as the cramps cut through her, but she tried hard to keep on sucking on the man's cock.  Miss Kerry pointed out to her what she should be concentrating on, and that helped her, but she felt terrible during the whole ordeal.

After a brutal skullfucking, R was ready to cum, so Miss Kerry  ordered Prissy to keep the cock down her throat, as he thrust deep, choking her.  As he came, he sent some of it down her throat, and then pulled out to coat her face with the remains.  Prissy cried from the pain and the shame, and tried to rub off the cum.

"NO! Don't you dare, you stupid bitch!"  Miss Kerry slapped her hard across the face.  "NEVER take the cum off your face until you are told you are allowed to."

"Please, may I go to the bathroom now?  My stomach hurts me something awful ..."

The two sadists shook their heads.  "Now Prissy, aftercare is a very important part of the blowjob.  Your man might want you to hold him gently as the orgasm is leaving him.  Mr R.  What would you like Prissy to do for you as aftercare?"

Mr R. looked down at her.  "You dirty stupid  bitch.  Look at you with all that cum on you.  You look so disgusting."

Prissy was crying again, upset both at her state, and the verbal abuse that she was taking.

Miss Kerry shook her head.  "You're right.  I'm sure that the only reason she's allowed herself to get into this state is because she didn't expect to be punished for it."

The man nodded.  "So true - as they say, spare the rod, spoil the cunt."

Miss Kerry smiled.  "Indeed.  And seeing as she keeps on complaining about her poor poor tummy, I think we should give her a good stomach beating. I'll arrange her."

Miss Kerry forced Prissy up to her feet, and tied her hands above her head to a rope.  Both of the sadists walked around her.  Mr R. taunted her "Your mommy and daddy are very upset with the way you look.  Would you like to apologize?"

Prissy had tears running down her face, as her stomach was killing her, and she desperately felt the urge to go to the bathroom.  "I'm so sorry daddy.  I don't know what I did wrong.  I'm sorry. Please let me down."

They continued to walk around her, coming close to her face.  Miss Kerry let fly a wad of spit right into her eye, while R. forced his tongue down her throat and gave her a vicious French kiss. 

"Did you enjoy sucking daddy's cock?"  Prissy shook her head.  "No.  I hate it."

"Good." Mr R. said, leering at her.  "I like that you hate it.  So how about this, then?"

He pulled back his right hand and punched her forcefully, right in the stomach.  Prissy immediately began to dry retch, and the sadists laughed as they left her tied up, trying to bend over to catch her breath.

When she finally calmed down, Miss Kerry walked back to her. 

“Well, bitch, as a cock sucker you make a good toilet, but you’ll learn in time how to please a man properly. In the meantime, we had better get on with your next lesson.”

Taking her down, her teacher walked her over to the bathroom and ordered her to relieve herself in front of them. Prissy strained for a few minutes, but eventually had to give up. Mr R laughed and told her that only time would heal her stomach, but in the meantime, they would prepare her for her ‘Introduction to Torture’ period.

Prissy Gets Sore Titties

Miss Kerry turned to Mr R and asked what he felt she should begin with. “Just looking at her, I would say that she deserves to get very sore titties.”

Miss Kerry clapped her hands and smiled. “A wonderful idea! I know just the man to help me out with the lesson.”

The cruel teacher then ordered Prissy to thank Mr R for his attentions, and he left the room. A few moments later, a man wearing a long white coat entered. “Hello, Miss Kerry. I believe you required my services?”

“Yes indeed. We have a problem with this one over here”, she gestured towards the girl as though pointing out the origins of a terrible smell.

“What seems to be the problem?”

“The problem is that she woke up this morning, and her titties weren't sore."

"Oh dear! We can't have that continuing.  I have just the thing for it.  Let’s take her to the medical center."

They walked down a hallway and reached a room that looked like a cross between a dentist’s office and a South American interrogation cell. Prissy was forced down into a wooden chair, and her top was taken off, along with her bra.  The doctor took a close look at her breasts.  "I can see the problem right here." he said, pointing at her nipples.  "When were these last tortured?"

Miss Kerry sighed.  "I'm not sure. Probably days ago."

Dr Paul looked at her in mock surprise. "Well no WONDER.  These younger sluts, especially, need to have their nipples mistreated every day.  I'm going to start with a little bit of overstimulation.  Now this is called a vibrator - I know you've seen one before, but this has several settings.  I'll start on the low setting, which will give your nipples a nice tingly feeling."

Prissy sighed quietly in a weird form of relief as he ran the implement over her nipples.  Although it was humiliating, she was feeling some pleasure from the gentle caress.  Miss Kerry stood over her face, stroking it.  "Maybe you'd like me to rub your clit as well?"  Prissy could not answer - she was still sore, but her nipples were getting hard, responding to the caresses.

Dr Paul kept up the stimulation.  "Now Prissy, I'm going to turn up the intensity a little, and this might feel a bit uncomfortable, but it shouldn't hurt.  If it does, tell me straight away, OK?"

He adjusted a knob, and suddenly Prissy arched her back and screeched in agony.  "I think that really did hurt her!" Miss Kerry laughed sadistically. 

"Yes", Dr Paul replied.  "An electric shock sent through a blood filled nipple tends to do that."  Dr Paul sent a few more shocks through her nipple, before turning back the setting and moving to her other nipple.  "Alright Prissy, now you know what's coming, so I want you to try to stop your nipple getting hard.  If you can do that, then you won't get a nasty shock, OK?"

Prissy tried hard to avoid the shock, but inevitably, her nipple grew hard under the caresses, and the torture continued.  When she had been shocked about a dozen times on each side, the doctor put down the torture implement, and reached for a long syringe.  Throughout her life, Prissy had been trained well to be afraid of needles - her parents making a big fuss of any injection that she needed to get, and dwelling on the experiences.  This had been deliberate, of course, to make the eventual trauma when she was to be tortured with needles that much worse.  Of course, on her 'birthday', she had suffered badly through the use of needles, so she was very afraid.  She got even more afraid when Dr Paul explained what was going to happen.

"Prissy, you're soon going to get a titty beating, but first I need to inject you with this.  I can't tell you exactly what it is, but it is a mixture of hormones and other substances that will make your body think that you are in an advanced stage of pregnancy.  Your milk production will be rapidly stimulated, and you will feel some very interesting things."

As he injected her into the right tit, and then the left, she let out a scream.  Within a short amount of time, she began to feel nauseous again, and her breasts started to ache.  A tiny bit of milk appeared at the tip of her nipples, and ran down them, as the breast area around the nipples became hard and sore.  Dr Paul turned to Miss Kerry "Blocked milk ducts are extremely unpleasant.  Can you please check that her nipples are sore?"

Miss Kerry bent over and grabbed the poor girl's tortured nips, giving them a nice squeeze.  The screech of agony answered the question nicely in the affirmative.  Dr Paul took out the next torture device, which would be awful at any time - a sock filled with sand.  The first blow across her breasts almost caused her to dislocate her shoulders in her restraints, as she rose up in pain.  She passed out, but was quickly awoken again by Miss Kerry squeezing her breasts.  Her entire tits looked like one tremendous bruise.

"Show her how she looks", Dr Paul told Miss Kerry Miss Kerry brought over a large mirror, and forced Prissy to look at it. "The movie we’re going to make about this is called 'Prissy Gets Sore Titties'. Do you have sore titties yet?"

Prissy was crying as she looked at what she felt must be her ruined mammaries. "Yes, they're very sore."

"Worse than ever?" asked the Dr.

"Much worse."

The Doctor began to explain to both women what was happening. "Because Prissy is producing a large amount of milk, but her ducts are not allowing the milk out, a fair amount of pressure is being built up within her tits. The pain will get worse and worse, until she feels that she is about to explode, and then we will force the milk out of her, with this milking device."

Prissy could feel that already happening to her, her delicate tits expanded at an awful rate. As her moans turned to squeals, the Dr attached a suction device to both of her nipples and turned it on. The powerful suction felt like it was pulling her body through her nipples, and her squeals reached a new height. When her tits were just about emptied of milk, the doctor ripped the suction off her, and cruelly squeezed her nipples in his fingers, rolling them around.

"There may or may not be two or three more cycles of that for her to get through before the hormones stop working on her milk production", the Dr commented.

"Wonderful!" exclaimed Miss Kerry "Would it be OK for me to whip her tits as this is happening?"

"Of course!" replied the doctor. "That will cause even worse pain. But I would advise you to avoid the nipples. They are going to be very cracked and bleeding soon, because of the heavy suction, and I would not like to waste the effects of suction by making them too cut up."

Prissy begged and pleaded for the torment to stop as she felt her breasts begin to fill again. Miss Kerry responded with a hard slap across each of her tits, followed by several strokes of the cane. When the doctor attached the suction device to her again, she almost passed out from the pain, and as it sucked away at her, the cameras moved in for a close up on her horrified face, streaked with tears - the true face of despair, knowing that there was no escape.

This time, when he ripped off the device, her nipples were bleeding, and he licked them roughly.

Miss Kerry gently stroked the sore nipples, getting a wonderful response from the poor girl. "Do you think there will be another cycle?"

The Dr stared at Prissy. "I certainly hope so. Because her nipples have started to bleed already, this one will be particularly horrible for her. But we will have to wait and see."

Each of them took one of her nipples and gently stimulated them to try to get them erect, smearing them with the blood that was slowly leaking from them. After about ten minutes, a new sound of desperation came to Prissy's voice, as she realised that her tits were once again feeling the pressure of creating milk.  Miss K, grinning widely at the doctor, commented, "Well, it looks like we have an answer."

*  *  *

The Doctor had lied to Prissy.  There was not only one or two cycles of torturous milk production and suction - she was forced to endure five increasingly horrible cycles. At each one, she would be assured that he was sure it was over, but they would have to wait and see. And each time, the two torturers would laugh as she realised that it would be happening again. By the last time, she knew that she could not trust them, so they let her wait for an hour before telling her that it was all over. Her torture session had lasted the whole day, so she was taken back to one of the holding cells where she was allowed to sleep for several hours, assisted by a shot of morphine.

As was the case with all her nights since her initiation into the Thanatos Society, she had suffered terrible nightmares ...

When she woke up, she found to her horror that she was back in the torture room from yesterday, tied to the same chair, with her nipples once again attached to the diabolical suction. Her breasts, thankfully, did not feel full of milk, so that was some relief for her. However, a camera was there to record her reaction to her position.

Her breasts were still in terrible pain from the day before, and as she tried to get comfortable, an alarm went off, alerting her torturers that she had woken up. Dr Paul came in first, enquiring into whether she had slept peacefully, fully knowing the answer.

"Sir, please don't make my breasts fill up again with milk. That hurt so much, I couldn't stand it again."

Dr Paul smiled. "I know, dear. I have already jerked off to your video several times, of your suffering. But don't feel bad that you missed sucking my cock - I saved all my cum in this jar for you!"

Prissy cringed, knowing that he meant that she would have to swallow his awful juice. "And to show you how close we have become, I also brought along this." He pulled out a small bottle filled with what looked like a curdled strawberry milkshake. "Can you guess who's milk this is?"

Prissy went into a new frenzy. Surely they would not make her drink her own milk. "You guessed it! Of course, it's a little pinker than usual, but that's from your blood which also got sucked out of your poor nips." He poured out all of the cum from the jar into the bottle of Prissy-milk, and mixed it up well.

"Here, have a drink". Prissy tried to resist, and shook her head. "No. That's disgusting. You can't make me drink that."

Dr Paul turned around as Miss Kerry entered the room. They greeted each other in a friendly manner. "The bitch doesn't want to have her breakfast."

Miss Kerry arched her eyebrows. "What have you prepared for her?"

"It's a nice concoction with some of my cum, which she should be honored to know was inspired by watching the film we made with her yesterday ..."

Miss Kerry giggled. "Yes, I heard you beating off in your room. You must have really been turned on by it."

Dr Paul continued, "What's not to be turned on by? The torture of a pretty girl! Especially when you know that you're going to get another turn the next day. Oh, and we added in all the milk that she made herself, which was, luckily enough, also mixed with some of her own blood."

Miss Kerry looked at Prissy in disgust. "You better drink this, slut, or else do you know what we're going to do?"

Prissy looked at her in horror, and could only shake her head slowly.

Dr Paul answered for her. "We're going to repeat yesterday's procedure, and mix in that milk as well! So I'd advise you to drink it now."

Prissy was overwhelmed. "Okay, sir. I will drink it. Please don't hurt my boobs anymore."

Dr Paul gave untied her hands and gave her the bottle. As Prissy was slowly raising it to her lips, Miss Kerry stopped her. "Wait. There's nothing in there that I gave you. I think we've all become close enough that I should contribute something as well."

With that, she pulled up her skirt, and took down her panties, as she pissed into a bucket that was near the door. Once she had stopped, she took the bucket and poured the contents into the bottle.  "That should do it!"

Prissy looked at the bottle in her hands. She knew that it would be horrible to drink, but she had to do anything to avoid more tit torture. Her first sip almost caused her to heave, but she kept going. It took her close to ten minutes, but finally it was all drained. She did everything she could to keep herself from throwing it up, and quietly shook as she sat in the torture chair.

Miss Kerry looked over at Dr Paul. "She certainly drank that quickly, and so neatly too."

Dr Paul smiled. "True, she must really hate having her tits hurt."

Miss Kerry nodded "And you know what that means?"

Dr Paul nodded too. "Of course. This movie is only going to get better."

Dr Paul began to play with the suction device, as Miss Kerry again tied Prissy's hands to the bed. "But you promised - I drank the drink and you said I wouldn't have to have my boobs hurt again!"

Dr Paul shook his head. "I don't remember promising anything like that at all. In fact, we're not going to be milking you again today, because you've used up all your milk. But we're still going to be using the milker on your nipples for a bit . You'll find this can be very uncomfortable - some would say downright agonising, but I'm not going to be doing it for long."

As soon as the machine was turned on, Prissy gave a wonderful performance for the camera, writhing and crying at the horrible pain. In some ways, this felt even worse than yesterday - as though the machine was trying to suck all of the fat out of her tits. On and on the suction went, as she begged the doctor to turn it off. Finally, he did so, and again roughly yanked the cups off her nips.

As she looked down, a trickle of blood was running down her front.

From a bag, Miss Kerry pulled out an item of clothing. "Do you remember this?"

Prissy looked at it. For a moment she was unsure, but suddenly it struck her that it must be what she thought - her very first bra. A simple black cotton bra that her mother had bought for her.

"That's one of my old bras", she replied.

"Not just any old bra. This was the one that you begged your mother to get you when she wanted to buy one that was a bit cheaper. She tells me that you went on one of your crying fits when she wouldn't buy it at first, so she spent the money on it for you. You were so happy, then, weren't you?"

Prissy became upset at the memory. Her girlfriend Joanne was six months older, and her mother had bought her a really nice bra when she needed one, and Prissy just wanted to fit in. She remembered the day she showed it off to Joanne, and how good it felt when her friend said how nice it looked on her. She felt horrible because the fact that this evil woman had such a precious object of hers was because her own parents had betrayed her.

Miss Kerry smiled at what she knew was going through the girl's mind. "Your mother gave us this bra, but she insisted that it be used in your first tit torture film, which is what we're making now. In this first scene, you're going to try it on, as though for the first time. I know your breasts are now quite a bit bigger, so it might be hard to get it to fit snugly, but the straps have been made a bit larger so that only your tits will be squeezed."

Prissy put on the bra, noticing with horror, even before she tied the straps, that her breasts were spilling out from the sides of the cups.  Even though it was a comfortable bra, the fact that her tits had been so badly tortured over the previous day or so meant that they were rubbed uncomfortably. As she did up the straps, she felt and looked quite miserable.

Dr Paul asked Prissy "How does that feel?"

The girl answered quietly, "Uncomfortable, sir."

Miss Kerry had Prissy's arms tied above her head, and then took a very thin, long cord and began tying it around Prissy's chest, just above her tits. When she had circled her torso several times, she tied off the cord.  She then took another cord and did the same, this time just under the teenagers agonised mammaries. She again completed this by tying it off. The two cords were pressing into her skin severely, and Prissy's tits were quite emphasised, even more than they would have been had the small bra been on her. Before she knew what was happening, Miss Kerry had taken a shorter cord, and used it to connect the upper and lower cords, in the valley between her two breasts. She began to tighten the torturous 'cord bra' by twisting a piece of wood stuck in the shorter cord, which caused it to twist, and bring the upper and lower cords closer together, crushing Prissy's poor tits. Miss Kerry did not stop until the cords were touching in the middle, so that all of Prissy's tit meat was being somehow tormented by the cords or by the small bra. 

Prissy was weeping openly now, asking, begging, that her breasts be released. Miss Kerry had other things in mind. Pulling down a hook attached to a pulley from the ceiling, she attached the hook to a slight loop that was formed by the middle, shorter cord. Prissy was forced to stand up, as her hands were tied behind her back, and the pulley was raised so that it was putting further pressure on her breasts.

Miss Kerry called Dr Paul over. "Does she look alright?"

Dr Paul looked closely at her. "She looks more than alright. She looks downright sexy as hell!"

"OK, the doctor agrees, Prissy is ready for her first titty hanging."

Prissy began to squeal again, so Miss Kerry stuffed a gag into her mouth. "This could get loud", Miss Kerry warned Dr Paul. Inch by inch, Miss Kerry pressed the control that made the pulley lift the girl ever higher, onto her tippy toes, until finally she left the ground completely, kicking and cycling in the air in a desperate attempt to touch the ground again. Even through the gag, her pain was clear for anyone to hear. After about ninety seconds, Miss Kerry brought her down so that she could rest for a moment.

"Interval training!" yelled Dr Paul enthusiastically.

"Exactly." replied Miss Kerry  After a little less than a minute, Prissy felt that she was being lifted up again, and almost threw her back out trying to avoid the torment. "90 seconds hanging, 60 seconds rest, as many reps as we like."

The Dr and Miss Kerry laughed at Prissy's aerobic program as over and over she was lifted up, only to be given the shortest of rests, knowing that her torment would be coming regularly and inescapably. After perhaps twenty rounds of this, Miss Kerry finally let her down properly, allowing her to sit on the floor. Miss Kerry screamed at her to get into a kneeling position, which she did quickly, once she felt the pulley moving into action again. Miss Kerry cut the cords off her, and also cut the middle of her training bra, along with the straps, so that it came off.

Without warning, a large group of men began to enter the room - all naked, and almost all with obvious throbbing erections. One by one, and sometimes more than one at a time, they walked up to Prissy and completed jerking off onto her tits. Miss Kerry occasionally had to remind one of them that they were to aim at her tits, and not at her face, regardless of what they might have been used to. Within minutes her tits were covered in cum. One man - who would have been in his early seventies - walked up but he did not have an erection. "Would you mind," he asked Miss K, "if I still took part in this? I couldn't keep from cumming before - Prissy was just too sexy for words - so I can't cum on her right now, but I do have a need to piss somewhere ..."

"Of course, sir. Go right ahead. Maybe go for her hair, this time."

This the man did, soaking her hair in foul smelling piss, much of which splashed into her eyes as well.

As the men filed out of the room, Prissy was beyond tears. She always knew that there was no such thing as believing that things could not get worse, but this had been such a horrible experience, she needed to rest or she would have gone insane.

"I'm sure you figured it out, but those men have been watching the making of your film today - that's why they were all so aroused and ready to cum all over you."

Dr Paul came over and looked at her. "Once again, Prissy becomes a cum dump. You'd think the fun would end eventually, but she is truly the gift that keeps on giving."

Miss Kerry laughed at this. "She truly is. A real little torture doll. I think we need to let her have the night off now, though."

They fully untied Prissy, but did not let her wipe off any of the cum. Walking her down the corridoor, people passing them commented on her dishevelled state, but they finally made it to one of the shared bedrooms. This one was quite minimalist, but there were two beds in the room. However, one of them did not have a mattress on it, but had its springs exposed, and just a heavy plastic cover over it.

Prissy was placed on the bed, face down, and her hands were tied to one end of the bed.  Her feet were also tied, but this time to a higher point at the foot of the bed. IN this way, she was virtually lying on her pained tits, with only a pillow beneath her head. She was left in this position - uncomfortable, tits aching, and covered in cum and piss, until they came to collect her the next morning.