Cell Mate

Part II

  Sandra had no conception of the passing of time.  Although she had been at the facility for close to a month, it felt like several life times to her.  Every day she had suffered, every night, when she was allowed something like a full night’s sleep, she was tormented by nightmares about what she had gone through.  Many people had hurt her over that time, but it was one person – the mad, beautiful, sadistic woman Maria – who had been especially cruel, finding ingenious ways to make her life a living hell.  Just two nights before, Sandra had been hanged by her neck, with her feet only just able to support some of her weight, as she was beaten up and down her back and chest.  She had blacked out a number of times that night, and still could not breathe easily.

  A sick feeling hit her stomach as she heard a key in the door of her cell.  She prayed that it would be somebody bringing her food or drink – she had not eaten at all that day, but she was used to those deprivations.  “It’s better,” she thought, “if they don’t bring food if it means that they don’t hurt me.”  The voice she heard sent a chill through her – Maria.

Sandra pulled against the chains that kept her legs tied to the wall.  She cramped uncomfortably, and looked down at her tortured form, feeling a hatred yet again for her large, tight breasts that had been the focus of so much of her pain.

  Maria had a permanent smile on her face when she was around Sandra.  Here was a girl who was completely broken, and had been made that way by Maria’s own expertise and growing confidence as a torturer.  How much fun had she had over the past weeks!  There seemed to be no end to it.  But, alas, the end was coming – Sandra was to be returned to her parents the next day.  But of course, the poor girl had no idea about that – and Maria was going to have one last big piece of fun with her.

  “Good morning Sandy!  Have you had a nice rest?”

  Sandra could only cringe at the sick joke.

  “Sandy, dear, I just got off the phone with your parents, and it seems that they are not particularly happy with your progress.  I told them that you still have a great big rebellious streak running through you, and that you refuse to follow the social norms.”

  Tears started to well up in Sandra’s eyes.  She had tried so hard to be good, always doing whatever she was asked, no matter how degrading, disgusting or painful, and she simply had no idea how to please the cruel woman.

  “I’m sorry.  I really have been trying …”

  “Well, it’s just not good enough.  They’ve signed you up for another six month course, with the option of extending it to at least a year.”

  “Oh no.  Please no!”

  “Oh yes!  And on top of that, they’ve made some suggestions of what needs to be done to you.  We’re going to be starting a new program today.”

  Maria unlocked the chain that was only kept on as a further cruelty – there was no way that Sandra could escape or even move easily even without it, she was so physically and emotionally broken.

  “Sandra, you had better come with me.  There is something that I’d like you to see.”

  “Please don’t hurt me …”

  Sandra was cut off with a hard slap to her face.  “Do NOT talk out of turn here, cunt.  Remember your place.  Let’s go”.

  As they walked towards interrogation room #5, Sandra’s legs went to jelly.  This was an infamous room, which was set up like an ancient dungeon, the centerpiece of the room being a large, movable rack.  This was a specially adapted version of the classic torture device, which could be rotated and moved to all angles, and also used in a variety of ways.

  Sandra, who was wearing her regulation uniform of a tight, light blue t-shirt with the words ‘Nasty Girl’ splashed across it, and small hot pants was slammed down on her back onto the rack by two guards.  There was a third man in the room, dressed in a white shirt and dressy pants.  “Sandra, I would like you to meet Dr F. – he is going to be assisting in our session today.  Yes, he is a real doctor, but he never bothered taking the Hippocratic Oath!  The doctor will explain what is going to happen to you shortly, but first, you need to know something.  Your parents have asked us to ensure that when you return to them, you are properly respectful of their wishes.”

  “No! You can’t mean that. Please let me talk to them …”

  “We are going to let you make a video for them to see you, in which you will tell them the truth, as we see it.  I have already worked out a script for you to follow.  Of course, if you don’t want to go along with my words, there will be a small penalty, but I’m sure you will be happy to do so.  Now, today, there is a small manner of some penalties that you have accrued over time, and payment of those penalties.  As you have no money, you are to be punished corporally for each of your crimes.  Through your suffering, you will be absolved, and be able to resume your life in normal society, one we have determined you are ready.  Do you understand?”

  “What have I done wrong? I’m sorry for everything, please don’t hurt me!”

  “Is that all you can do? Beg like a stupid little baby?  Your trial for each crime will be held here, and punishment will be immediately meted out.  The severity of each punishment will be determined based on the heinousness of the crime.  The rack that you are on may be used as your punishment, or it may not.  While we are preparing you, the doctor here will explain the mechanics”.

  While one guard tied Sandra’s hands behind her back, the other guard tied her feet to the roller at one of the rack.  A segment behind her arms was removed from the rack, as the device was rotated upwards so that she was almost vertical, but leaning back at about a twenty degree angle.

  The doctor began to speak.  “Sandra, you are about to experience some excruciating pain, and I warn you, it will not let up from the moment it begins until our court here decides that you are to be let down.  This rack combines elements of the old ‘strappado’ torture as well as the rack, and in this case, your arms will be strained behind you, pulled upwards, until or beyond the point at which your shoulders dislocate.  It is not necessary that this happens, but if it does, I am here to reset your shoulders so that the torture can continue, if needs be.  I do not have to tell you that dislocation is extremely painful, and in the event of you passing out, I am authorized to use medicine to revive you so that you can be further punished.  You will now be stretched until the first signs of pain, so that we can begin.”

  With Sandra’s arms pulled out behind her, connected to the roller that was now above her head, she strained to keep strong, but as her feet were pulled down by the roller until her arms were at about a thirty degree angle away from her body, she let out a groan.

  Maria looked at the doctor.  “Is that normal? For her to be hurting already?”

  “Every girl is different, but most girls are stronger than this – it looks like Sandra’s going to have quite a rough ride on the rack if she’s already in pain.”

  The doctor stepped up to Sandra and looked into he eyes.  “At this point, we stop your feet from moving downwards by putting this metal bar under them, which has the added advantage of tormenting your feet while stopping you from slipping down.  Your arms will be pulled up another ten degrees and then we begin.”

  Ignoring Sandra’s pleas, the upper roller was turned several times more until her arms were above forty five degrees angle behind her.  The doctor put up his hand to stop.  “Each further turn of the roller will put increasingly greater strain on your shoulders and back, and cause much more pain than the last turn.  It will also increase the angle by about five degrees.”  Turning back towards Maria, he continued “she is ready for her trial.”

  “Good.”  Maria walked up close to Sandra, pulling her t-shirt up to reveal her tits.  Giving them a little slap, she continued “let’s start.  Where’s that charge sheet?”

  Taking a piece of paper from a file on the table, she began to read.

  “Charge # 1 – Sandra, it is alleged that on at least one occasion before you came into our care, you obtained sexual pleasure by manual stimulation of your clitoris.  As all pleasure has been forbidden for you, including retrospectively, this charge carries a penalty of one turn of the roller.  Do you confess to this crime?”

  “It’s not a crime – I didn’t do anything wrong!”

  “Have you ever obtained sexual pleasure through rubbing your silly little clit?”

  When she did not answer, Dr F walked towards her.  “She is still in a position where the application of electricity will be felt by her, and will be useful in helping to loosen her tongue.”

  Maria smiled.  “Did you say tongue?”

  Sandra shook her head, first slowly, and then ever quicker, as it sunk in what was going to be happening to her.  “Oh please don’t.  I don’t want to be shocked.  I want to speak to my mummy!”

  “Come now, slut, aren’t you a bit old to be begging for your mummy?  After all, she’s behind all this, and encouraging us to do what we can to reform you.  Dr, can you please explain what is going to happen?”

  The good doctor began, as he walked towards the spread out victim.  “This is a special variety of electrical torture, in which I will place a cock shaped dildo electrode into your vagina, while the other electrode will be run over different parts of your body.  Maria will be in control of the strength of the electric current, and will also be in control of where on your body the electrode will go.  I’m not sure you’ve ever faced electric torture, but it will be quite an experience for you, and may force your arms to pop out, if we’re not extra careful.  For that reason, I suggest confessing quickly so that the damage that is caused is minimal, and that we can proceed with the other charges.”

  Sandra had taken to hyperventilating, and muttering to herself “This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening …” over and over.  Shutting her up with a rubber dildo rammed into her mouth, the doctor explained that that was necessary to stop her from breaking her teeth when the electricity began to flow through her body.

  “Sandra, when you are ready to confess, please let us know by nodding your head.  We can begin.”

  Sandra was desperate – in a world of pain that mere months before she could never have imagined could ever exist.  She had hard about torture, heard about the horrible things that people could do to each other, and sometimes she had wondered what it would be like for those things to happen to her, but, like most young people, she had never imagined that it ever would.  She had started to daydream – she tried to think of pleasant thoughts – tried to think of the time she had slept on the beach with her best friend Erin, looking up at the stars, thinking how wonderful the universe was …

  “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Oh-y-oooooooood” she could barely say in a muffled way.  Maria had put the other electrode up behind her right knee, and sent it through at about a tenth of the power that she had access to.  Before she could think how to react, the pain started again, this time behind her left knee, and this time for a few seconds more than the first time.  She could not hold out – she could not stand it.  Her arms felt as if they had been jolted as well, and there was a feeling of burning throughout her lower body.

  “That was the lowest setting, Sandra. Are you ready to admit to your crime yet of self pleasure?”

  Sandra looked up in a daze.  She could not remember what he was talking about – she could not imagine feeling pleasure at any time – all she could think of was the pain in her body.  She was shaking, and her arms were aching, and her legs felt sorer than she could imagine.  She had been tortured before, of course, but at that moment she could not think of her past or her future, only the present, living, existing, suffering, that she was deliberately being put through.  She tried to speak, but for some reason, words were not coming out – or at least, no words that made any sense.  She could hear someone speaking about touching her stomach, and for a second she thought that someone was going to punch her.

  What came was worse – far, far worse beyond her worst nightmares.  As the electricity flowed between her stomach and the electrode pushed far up in her vagina, she lost control of both her bowels and her bladder at once.  The sticky, unpleasant feeling running down her legs confused her, and again she was asked whether she wanted the pain to stop.  At this, she nodded furiously.

  Maria walked up to her and rubbed her right cheek.  “There, now we’re getting somewhere.”  Taking the rubber dildo out of the girl’s mouth, she looked her straight in the eyes.  “Are you ready to confess to self pleasuring?”

  “Yes, I did it”

  “How did you do it?”

  “I can’t remember!”

  “Would you like some more of the current to your stomach?  You made a bit of a mess there, but I don’t think there’s much shit or piss left inside you to make more of a mess!”  The room filled with laughter as Sandra felt the full shame of what she had done in front of these evil people.  “I can’t take any more of the current, please stop it.”

  “Tell me how you liked to pleasure yourself.  Did you use a toy, or just your hands?”

  “J..just my hands”

  “Did it feel like this?” Maria began to rub around Sandra’s sensitive love button, too slowly and erratically for Sandra to feel anything other than an unpleasant tickling feeling.

  “No.  It felt nice.”

  “Did you get pleasure from it?”

  “Yes, I think I did.”

  “Did you cum from it?”

  “Yes, I did.”

  “Do you now understand that this is a crime, and that you are to be retrospectively punished for it?”

  “Please don’t.  I didn’t know I was doing anything wrong.”

  “But you WERE doing something wrong – you were giving your slut self pleasure, when you’re only designed to give pleasure to other people – mostly men, but also the occasional sadistic woman”.  Dr F had to laugh at Maria talking like that.

  “Doctor, the punishment is to be applied.  One full turn of the wheel.”

  The creaking of the wheel was quickly drowned out by a loud scream from Sandra as she felt a burn in her arms from the strain.

  “Doctor, it seems that she is responding well to this punishment.  We will continue.”

  Again ignoring the poor girl’s cries and pleas, she read further.

  “We now come to charge # 2 – a much more serious charge – Sandra, it is alleged that you have, on at least one occasion, turned down a man’s request to fuck you.  As refusing sex under any circumstances is forbidden, if this charge is proven, you are to be punished through a further turn of the roller following the insertion of five short needles under each of your big toe nails.”

  The Doctor inspected her with his instruments, stating that she is ready for further electrical torture if needed.  The rubber dildo was again put into her mouth, and the question asked by Maria.

  “Sandra, have you ever turned down a man’s or boy’s request to fuck you, under any circumstance?”

  “No, I haven’t.”

  Maria looked at the doctor.  “Do you believe her?”

  The doctor pondered for a moment.  “They used to say during the inquisition that the truth of a statement could only be verified under torture.  This is the same.  I recommend shocking just below the nipples.”

  This happened again, but this time Sandra screamed out straight away “I bd I bd!!!”. The shocks were stopped so that the dildo could be taken out of her mouth.

  “I did! I did! I had a boy last year ask me if I would give him a blow job, and the idea was so disgusting I just couldn’t do it – I was sick from it.  Please don’t shock me again.”

  With Sandra’s anguish increasing by the minute, the punishment was carried out, with her tortured feet first getting the brunt of it, followed by her arms again being pulled up.  Sandra was sure that her bones in her arms, chest and back were breaking, but the doctor knew that there was some time until that would happen.

  “Doctor, should we continue?”

  “Yes – Sandra is a strong girl.  Keep it going.”

  Maria looked lovingly at her victim.  “Doesn’t pain bring out the best in all these girls.  I mean, Sandra’s such a plain girl ordinarily, but right now, she’s so sexy, her face looking like that, her body all tensed up.”

  The Doctor came up and stroked the poor girl’s face.  “It’s true – I always used to imagine my pretty patients being in pain, and did what I could to contribute to it, but this … this is just perfect to see.”

  “Sandra, the rest of these charges and allegations are worse, so things are going to get worse rather than better for you, I’m sorry to say.  Charge # 3”, she declared, returning to the sheet in front of her, “is that you have taken part in evil, unnatural activities involving watching television shows about witchcraft and reading books about the subject.  Is that true?”

  Sandra’s head dropped.  She knew that her parents hated her watching those shows, and the fact that Maria was bringing it up brought home to her that her parents really were behind all this.  She suddenly felt more alone than ever – abandoned and betrayed.

  “I did watch those, but they were fun – they aren’t really evil!”

  The Doctor looked over at Maria.

  “That confession was a quick one.”

  “Yes, it was.  But that usually means that she’s hiding something worse that she’s trying to distract us from finding out.  Is that right, Sandra?”

  “No!”  Sandra was desperate to be let down off the rack – her whole body was in such an unnatural state of tension that it felt like she was about to implode.  At first, she did not notice that Maria had picked up a pair of long pliers and was walking towards her.

  “Your parents were particularly concerned that you be shown the error of your ways regarding these television shows.  Now, I personally don’t have a problem with them – I like watching entertaining fun shows myself, but that’s not a right that you have anymore.  You are to pledge that you will never watch them ever again.”

  “Of course!  I promise! I won’t do it again.”

  “Won’t do what?”

  “Watch them again!”

  “Good.  Now your punishment … Doctor, I want her on the brink of full dislocation of her arms, but not yet fully complete.  I am going to have some fun with her for this particular punishment.”

  “Oh no!” Sandra shook her head over and over, feeling the terror rising inside her.  The doctor slowly turned the wheel, and checked her shoulders with each quarter turn. It only took two more turns to reach the point that Maria wanted her at.  Tears flowed down Sandra’s face as she begged to be released, for the pain to stop, for them to kill her.

  Maria looked up at her and laughed.  “You look so beautiful now – I never would have thought when I first saw you that you could be such a work of art.  And here you are, just about to find out what a double dislocation feels like.  Tell me, how does it feel now?”

  “Oh it hurts so much.  I don’t like it! I don’t like it!”

  “Good.  You realize, that all I have to do is pull you a little bit forward and the job will be done.  Well I’m going to pull you forward, by your teeth!  If you stay still on the rack, your arms might not pop out yet, but I’ll get a few of your teeth out with these lovely pliers!  How do you like the sound of that.”

  Sandra tried to answer, but as she was about to speak a new pain ripped through her body as Maria pulled on one of her back teeth.  Instinctively pulling forward, her world suddenly turned black, as the sound of two loud ‘pops’ filled the room.  For a second, she was in a state of shock, but quickly, the pain overwhelmed her.

  “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”

  Her screaming became louder by the second, and Maria could not control herself, rubbing herself to orgasm as she watched the girl suffering up on the rack.

  “Oh Oh Ooooh Oooooooooooooooooh”.  Maria’s screams of ecstasy threatened to drown out Sandra’s screams of agony.  “Oh God, that was a good one. I can’t remember cumming like that in weeks!”

  Doctor F. watched her with a detached amusement.  “Should we take Sandra down and re-set her arms?”

  Maria was still in her post-orgasmic sadistic glow, and wanted more.

  “No – she still hasn’t learned her lesson.  Move the rack so that it in a horizontal position, and untie her arms so that they can be laid out beside her.”

  The doctor looked concerned.  “She may pass out from this – I’m surprised she is still conscious!”

  “It doesn’t matter – you’re going to give her the fucking of her life.”

  The doctor moved the rack into the correct position, and gently moved Sandra’s floppy arms so that they were at her side, as Maria had requested.  Sandra seemed to have shrunk in size, her body so tormented that all she could do was whisper coarsely “Why? Why? Why” over and over.

  Maria gently stroked her twisted arms, sending further shocks of pain through her.  “Why?  Because we can! And because I enjoy doing it.  And mostly because you are going to learn a very important lesson now, about sex and your role in it.  Oh, I know you’ve been raped before many times, but this will be special.  I want you to always think of this feeling you have now whenever someone says they’re going to fuck you, and although you won’t be allowed to knock them back, you also won’t be able to have any pleasure from it.”

  Sandra squirmed as Maria slowly pulled down her panties, feeling the full humiliation of being revealed in a position where she could not move without causing her shoulders unspeakable pain.  She dreaded rape more than almost anything else – it seemed to cut right to her core, and make her feel that all she really was, was a piece of fuckmeat, or a whore.  They used those words sometimes about her – those evil people who hurt her, but it seemed to feel even worse when it was another woman saying it.  The men seemed to call her a slut to get some sort of sexual satisfaction out of it, but from Maria, it really seemed to be the truth.

  “Dr F, you can start her rape now.”

  The doctor walked over, undoing his zip, to reveal a cock well on the way to being fully erect.  Although not of porn star size, or of any particular note, he knew how to use it to hurt the girl he was fucking, having had lots of practice.  Maria helpfully slapped Sandra’s pussy five or six times, before opening her lips wide to receive the doctor’s member.

  When the thrusting started, Sandra tried her best to disassociate from her surroundings, to make believe that she was somewhere else, but the pain that had now spread from her arms through her back right to her pussy stopped her best efforts.  The first few thrusts were made with the doctor standing, but sensing that he was not getting enough response from her, he pulled himself up onto the platform that she lay on, and began to rough her up.

  “Slap the whore around!” yelled out Maria, egging on the sadistic doctor.  He did not have to be told twice, and started to beat out a rhythmic tattoo on her cheeks, slapping first one side, then the other side, in time with his cock going into her, deeper and deeper, until Sandra looked up in almost total resignation, tears in her eyes, and a terror that pushed him over the edge, as he came into her.

  “That didn’t last very long!  I want more!”  The doctor looked up a little bit ashamed at the accusing Maria.  “You could always take over, while I help to re-set her arms…”

  Maria’s look of frustration changed rapidly to one of lustful joy.  “Oh yes! That sounds wonderful!  I will get the extra large dildo right now.”

  Lacking the strength to argue or beg, yet fully aware of what was about to happen to her, Sandra’s thoughts turned to her parents, and how they had shattered her faith in them as being basically fair and putting her interests on a high level.  How could they want this to happen to her?  It did not make sense.  She wanted to be home, but she was also confused – she would always bear the mental scars of what had happened, and it would be so much worse because she would always know that they had arranged for it to happen to her.

  Her contemplation of family issues was overwhelmed by her shoulders feeling a new, never before imagined level of agony, as the doctor manipulated them back into their correct position.  Almost instantly, Maria penetrated her tender asshole with the nine inch dildo, pushing as far in as she could, shaking around a little, and then pulling out, only to thrust in again even further.

  Although she had lost so much of her strength, Sandra again managed to scream, making the sounds of the tormented souls of hell.  The doctor took a long time to re-set her right shoulder, sometimes almost getting it in and then snapping it out again, before doing the same to her left arm.  She was sure that she would forever be crippled by this treatment, that she would never be able to use her arms again, but the doctor knew better – she would always suffer pain in those joints, but she would appear normal.

  Grinding herself on to yet another orgasm, Maria thrust harder and harder into the girl, rubbing her own crotch against the strap on, but getting most of her enjoyment from the screams of the girl below her.  Throughout her time of torture, Sandra had rarely been anally raped, and this was by far the worst one, and her brain was having a very hard time understanding all of the horrible sensations that were flooding through her.

  Finally, in an instant, it was all over, as Sandra lapsed into unconsciousness.  Even the sound of Maria screaming in ecstasy could not break through the poor girl’s mind.  When Maria noticed that Sandra had managed to escape some of the pain that she had planned for her, she got very angry, pulling out the blood encrusted dildo and beating the comatose girl with it.

  “Get her up, and get her awake.  She’s going to have some very sore tits by the end of today!”

  *   *    *

  Sandra did not know how long she had been unconscious, but she awoke sitting upright, with a horrible throbbing throughout her arms, cunt and ass, tied to a chair.  She was also completely naked, and a video camera was positioned in front of her, seemingly filming her.

  Looking slightly above the camera, she saw that there was a sign with words on it, which she read with a growing sense of foreboding.

  “Mummy and Daddy, this is your whore daughter speaking – I want to thank you both for ensuring that I have been continually hurt, tortured and raped the past few weeks, and also showing me that I needed correction.  I promise that from now on I will never do anything wrong ever again, and if I do, you should send me right back to be punished by the lovely people here.”

  Almost as soon as she had read the words, the door opened, and her living nightmare entered in the form of Maria – dressed in a sexy black evening dress that showed off her more than ample breasts.

  “I see you’ve woken up again, you lazy little whore.  How are you feeling?”

  Sandra knew better than to answer with any less than total candor and honesty.  “I feel awful.  I’m tired, please let me go …”

  “Oh, not that old line again – we actually are thinking of letting you go, but first you’re going to make a little film for us!