CAMP XV

CAMP XV

The brunette receives her punishment

Chapter Three

       The brunette prisoner strapped face up on the table, the other curled in the holding cell in the back room, the trio of officials has the administration building to themselves for the remainder of the Commandant’s stay.  A day of experimentation, mixed with some torture of the pair of girls, of course all in the name of discipline for their attempted escape and he’ll spend one last night in the sack with the Doc and Captain before his journey back to headquarters.

       Stepping back into the rear of the building to the holding cell, a couple buckets of cold water’s collected by the Captain.  A full cup of alcohol, another of salt for each bucket mixed by the Doctor and the door to the cell is opened.  The huddled girl twists, ducks in the corner as the first bucket’s contents are tossed, splashed across her bare flesh.  A harsh yelp as the mixture soaks her shoulders; her back as she hunkers down even further vainly trying to shield herself from the burning solution across her raw flesh.

       Stepping briskly through the barred door, gripping her wrists, dragging her to the center of the cell the Commandant spins, twists her around to face the Doctor, the next bucket already poised in her hand.  Stretching the shivering girl’s arms back and apart, pressing his knee against the small of her back he forces her torso to arch forward, her whip marred bare torso fully exposed, arched out as the second over-flowing bucket’s splashed across her bruised wounds by the Doctor.

       “Aaaggghhh!”  Twisting, weakly struggling as the water splashes across her bare flesh, pours off her thrust out, battered breasts, pools under her on the wet wooden floor, her continuous whimpers are drowned out by the rain still pounding across the metal roof in waves.

       Stepping inside the cell herself and kneeling, the Doc runs her hands down off the whimpering girl’s shoulders, chest, continuing downward between her spreading thighs as the Commandant continues his tight grip on her spread arms, bowing them further back as his knee’s still in the small of her back, her head hanging down between her uplifted, stretching breasts.  Her drenched, matted hair sticking to her face as she coughs, gags from the foul tasting water she feels the fingernails tracing across her burning wounds.  Checking the whip marks, her bruised, reddened flesh, gripping, squeezing one firm globe, the other, the Doctor stands as she gives a pinch to a cold, bare nipple.

       “All superficial… Hardly broke the skin anywhere.”  She unassumingly advises.  “Leave her here while we spend a couple hours with her friend out front in the other room and we can come back for her; she’ll be ready for another round of discipline by then…. Maybe give that pussy of hers a serious workout next time!”

       Just an affirmative nod by the Commandant, a quick jerk of the knee, letting her wrists slip from his opening fists and he unsympathetically watches the girl fall across the floor face down, huddling into a tight ball with her arms crossing her bruised, aching breasts.  Lying in the corner, shivering, whimpering as the cell door slams shut, she’s left to herself as the threesome step back into the Doctor’s quarters.  Hearing them leaving the room, shutting the door behind them, she huddles herself into a fetal position, wet, cold and shivering.   She can only imagine what’s in store for her next as she closes her eyes, listens to the rain pounding the metal roof as she huddles even tighter into a ball across the wet floor.

       Out front in the other room, able to sense the vibrations across the wooden floor of the footsteps approaching, circling her, yet unable to hear the whimpering of the other girl as she was being attended to, the brunette’s naked body remains virtually immobile as she lays spread-eagled, arched face up on the gurney type table, not knowing what to expect next.  Her entire body aching from the sexual assaults, the bindings, the mouth gag, her bare flesh tingles from the fresh shaving.  Fully alert, she can feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body quivering as the anxiety mounts.

       Surrounding the table, the three look down across her, touching, feeling the bare flesh of the young girl.  Her substantial firm breasts standing upright, barely rising before lowering with each breath of her strapped down body, each the size of a of a ripe melon, just a trickle of blood oozes from the tip of a nicked nipple across its smooth tan areola.  Her spread vagina freshly shaven, fully exposed below the supple mound of her pubic area, the moist folds of her labia hardly conceal the nub of her clitoris peaking out from her parted thighs.  Her lithe body stretched flat across the table, each rib’s defined, her flexing stomach sloping inward beneath her ribcage hollowing with each breath, the inverted navel quivering.

       The three circling the table, glancing toward the tray of implements close to the table, the Doc sorts through some of the loose items, picks out what appears to be in order of a thick oversized rubber band.  Stretching it between the fingers of both hands, reaching across the girl’s torso, she glances toward the Captain, quietly instructs as she glances back toward the girl’s breasts.   “Squeeze her tit… Right there at the base.”

       Leaning across the table and gripping a breast, squeezing, tugging upwards, the Captain assists, watching as the Doc slips the band down past the swelling nipple, down across the discoloring globe, letting it snap shut just above her hand.

       “Oomph!”  The obvious stinging pain of the band snapping together around her manipulated globe, the girl yelps through the ‘O’ ring stretching her lips.

       “That’s one.”  The Doc smiles toward the other two as she reaches for another band.  “Grip that other tit… Same way.”

       Another band, again spread around the other breast, the Doc stretches it even further apart, just to add to the sting before she lets it snap shut, burying itself into the firm youthful flesh.

       “Ooomph!!”  An even louder squeal from the ‘O’ ring as the girl’s naked body visibly arches upward in her restraints, her fingers flexing into fists as her toes curl on both her trembling feet cuffed to the bottom end of the table.

       Resting the palm of her hand on the girl’s stomach, the Doc watches the pair of discoloring breasts forming symmetrical circles, round globes, bobbing back and forth across the girl’s heaving chest.  Glancing toward the Commandant, she backhands, forehands one, then the other, watching as the bouncing globes continues to swell even as they turn a dull shade of purple, smacking together with each backhand.

       “Let’s give the nipples some attention.”  She smirks, as she searches on the tray, picks out a long nosed silver tool, finds and fastens a small ‘O’ ring type band across its tip.  “Pinch a nipple… Tug it out.”  She orders as she slides the instrument across the girl’s ballooning breast.  Again the Captain joins in, tugs a nipple between her nails.  Lifting it toward the stretching ‘O’ ring, a little manipulation, alignment and the small band’s snapped into the sides of the nub.

       “Aaagghhh!”  A muffled guttural sound emits from her mouth gag as she uncontrollably lurches upward in her restraints.  Feeling the searing pain like an electrical jolt resonating from the tip of her burning breast, her screams are garbled from her stretched mouth while her breast pounds, bulges, her engorging nipple pulsing with each painful heartbeat.  Terrified in her darkness, her mind races as she can only feel the pain from unexpected parts of he body.

       Glancing toward the appreciative pair of onlookers, the Doc picks out another small elastic band, adjusts it on the tip of the instrument.  Nodding toward the Captain, toward the crimson tinged nipple, she holds the band over that breast.  Lowering, aligning, letting it stretch around that pinched nub, she releases it.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!... Aaaaaggghhhhhh!!!”  Repeated screams through the ‘O’ ring mixed with spewing saliva as both breasts bounce, sway above the girl’s heaving torso.  The band digging into, burrowing into the sensitive flesh virtually disappears from sight as the engorged nipple instantly swells around it.

       Circling the table, watching the painful bucking gyrations of the girl’s tortured body, the ballooning, discolored breasts flailing about, the three are equally pleased with her reactions. Giving her a couple minutes to settle down, watching her jerking body slow to just a few twitches, her breasts have become ever firmer, darker in the bands burrowing deeper and deeper into the bases of her tit flesh as the Doc selects several more larger bands from the tray.

       Slipping one across, around the left globe, wrapping it two, finally three complete loops, she lets the ends snap from her fingers, leaving that breast elongated, standing straight upright.  A matching band, the same amount of loops and the other breast jaunts upward, the nipple swollen, engorged and dark.   Both breasts forming darkening funnels, the bands slowly sinking out of sight, the Doc cups both, twists, tugs as the girl’s back arches up from the table.

       “Uuummmph…. Uuuummmppphh!!!”  Continuous moans, grunts echo in the room with each sadistic manipulation, each twist of her naked breasts as she struggles with the pain, the pain she can’t see or hear being inflicted as her body stretches out spread-eagled in her tortured Hell.  The searing pain in her breasts overwhelming, feeling her clit again pinched, she braces as the cool metal of the instrument in the Doc’s hands slides between her thighs.  The shocking, jolting pain sears through her womb as she feels the elastic band snapping around, into the nub of her clit.  “Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!”

       Watching as the band’s released, burrows into the girl’s clit, the three again step back a step, watch the gyrating body lifting, slamming back down before twisting, lifting again as the bands dig into her sensitive flesh.  The guttural screams becoming hoarse, raw unintelligible grunts, her nipples, even her clit almost a deep shade of a bruising purple swell in the tiny elastic bands as the Doc again sorts through the tray.  Picking out a cellophane packaged syringe, tearing it open, letting the needle slide between her fingers, all four inches, she flips it upright, lets the pointed tip tap across the bud of the girl’s left nipple.

       Watching it barely sink downward by its own weight, the razor sharp tip barely engulfed by the engorged nub of the girl’s nipple, the Doc smiles toward the Commandant.   Holding the needle upright, flicking her thumb downward from her index finger, she drives the needle an inch or so directly downward.

       “Aaaggghhh!”  Barely able to scream, her own saliva chocking her, she feels the piercing needle impaling her bare tit directly through her nipple.  “Aaaggghhh!!!”  Another harsh sensation as the needle’s flicked again.  “Aaaggghhh!!!”  Yet another harsher flick, the needle’s jammed completely inward, all four inches sinking into her tortured breast, straight downward.

       Barely twisting her fingers, feeling the needle embedded in the rock hard breast, the Doc casually rips open the second clear cellophane package, removes a matching syringe.  Lining it above the tinged nipple, again glancing at the Commandant, then Captain, she jams downward, one harsh thrust, impales the entire four inches into the pulsing globe.

       “Aaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!!!”  The loudest, harshest scream yet, the girl’s body thrashing in her bindings, her wrists, ankles chafing, urine spurting from between her thighs onto the floor as her hollowed stomach flexes beneath her heaving ribcage.  Again a step or so back, again watching her glistening body contorting, gyrate across the table and the Doc reaches for the third wrapper, tears it open.

       Leaning down across the table, holding her open palm across the girl’s quivering navel, she nods toward the other two.  Each holding a thigh, they watch, almost mesmerized as the Doc centers the needle directly above the girl’s clit.  Letting the tip just touch the engorged nub, slightly raising it back up, she flicks downward.

       “Aaaaaggghhhhhh…Aggghhhhhh…Aaagg……….”  The screams, the urine, the bucking lasts just moments, cut short as the girl’s naked body convulses, goes limp on the table.

       Releasing the syringe, watching it’s tremors as its remaining three inches stands upright from between her thighs, the three officials step back a couple steps, pleased with the progress of the girl’s punishment session as the Captain looks for the couple empty buckets.  Allowed just a short few minutes respite of unconsciousness, the buckets filled, the mixture measured, it’s time to resume the punishment.

       Ice cold, yet burning, searing across her drenched flesh, she tastes the foul, acrid taste of the mixture as she coughs, spews out what she can from the taut ‘O’ ring holding her lips firmly apart as she’s jolted back into consciousness.  Her mind ravaged with terror, her arms, legs virtually numb from the tightening bindings on her stretched limbs, the darkness and silence is devastating to her psyche as she remains spread-eagled on her back, wracked with pain, one endless torture after another.

       A brief moment or two, another soaking cascade of the burning yet ice cold solution splashes around the table, across the prisoner’s naked body held across it as the Captain empties the second bucket.  Urine, traces of blood draining off the table, collect mix with the water, swirling down into the drain directly beneath it.  She’s again well alert for the punishment session to continue.

       Sorting across the tray, finding another pair of cellophane packages, tearing open the first the Doc reaches across the girl’s spread legs, pinches and stretches a tight fold of her labia.  Pressing it against the inner side of her thigh, she jams the needle downward.  The Captain watching from the other side of the table leans across, grips the girl’s jerking leg around the knee as the Doc pinches, weaves, alternates the needle through the labia lip and the flesh of the inner thigh.

       Hoarse grunts, moans barely escape the ’O’ ring, the girl’s voice all but gone as her trembling body jerks at the table.  The Commandant ripping open the other package hands that needle to the Doc as she pinches at and tugs the other fleshy fold against the girl’s other inner thigh.  A sadistic back and forth weave of the needle through the trembling flesh and the Doc steps back a step, picks up the white cloth and a marked bottle of alcohol sorted out on the tray.  A good couple splashes, soaking an edge of the cloth; she swipes it back and forth between the girl’s bleeding, quivering legs, across the trio of needles impaling the flesh surrounding her now gapping slit, the libia lips sewn wide against her thighs.

       Both the girl’s legs reflexively jerking, the Captain continues to lean her weight across the knees as the Doc soaks the tinged corner of the cloth again with a couple, three more splashes of alcohol drenching the cloth, leans between the girls’ spread thighs and wrapping the cloth around her thumb begins stuffing it into the gapping orifice, first, second knuckle.

       Twitching, jerking, her mind blurring with pain, every nerve ending from her knees to her head’s on fire.  Wave after wave of searing pain sweeping across her bound, pierced body fastened securely down on the table, she again borders on unconsciousness.  Struggling for each breath, her mind can’t comprehend the damage being done to her tortured body as even her screams through her raw throat have been silenced, reduced to guttural grunts.

       Glancing over their tortured prisoner’s body, the young, once exotic body now stretched, contorted, bleeding on the table, breasts swollen, discolored in their elastic bindings,  the Doc steps toward the wall , wheels a three wheeled receptacle with a bag and tube hanging from it over toward the bottom of the table.  Its use obvious, she manipulates the tube into the gapping slit of the girl’s vagina as she inflates the bulb holding it firmly inside that orifice. The process of the filling of the enema bag begins, repeatedly.

       The solution, of course the Doc’s concoction, flows freely at first.  By the time the second bags ingested, the girl’s once hollowed; flat stomach begins to swell, round outward.  The third beg started, the Doc secures the bulb even firmer preventing it’s extraction from the pressure.  Beginning to pump, force the solution in, the girl’s stomach appears pregnant, well pregnant.  By the forth bag, her navel appears ready to burst, her bound, tubular breasts, a deep purple in color, scrapping back and forth across the upper curve of the stretching muscles of her ballooning stomach.

       Feeling her insides filling, uncomfortable at first, but nothing compared to the multiple other pains consuming her spread-eagled body, she feels the pressure mounting, her already agonizing punishment almost unbearable, she frantically struggles to survive the onslaught.  As the minutes pass, the bloating of her contorted body is consumed with yet another excruciating pain.  Feeling on the verge of bursting, everything bound, swelling, inside and out, she fights for each breath, her nostrils flailing as saliva continuously spews across her face with each forced grunt for breath.

       Sensing she can’t hold another drop, the Doc closes off the tube.  Running her fingers across, around the almost oval stomach, cupping one then the other rock hard breast, she slides a finger into the puckered slit of the girl’s rectum.  Reaching for a familiar Gynecologist tool, sliding its multiple oval tipped end into the girl’s, she twists, turns.  Its prongs spreading, the sphincter muscles contract around the rounded circumference of the stainless instrument just below the tube impaling her vagina.  Slowly widening, the Doc continues manipulating the handle, a couple inches, two, three, four inches wide, large enough for a fist as the girl’s naked thighs quiver, the needles tugging at her stretched labia, her taut thighs.  Again sure she’s at the limit, her rectum a gapping, dark hole, the Doc steps back, examines the girl, her work.

       Just one more item to use on the girl before she’s left with her thoughts for awhile, stepping across the room to a cabinet, selecting a funnel, the Doc steps toward the head of the table.  Resting a hand on the girl’s strapped forehead, she slides the tip of the funnel between the ‘O’ ring, the tapered end forced three, four inches deep into her yawning mouth.  Glancing from the Captain to the Commandant, remaining quiet for a few moments, just the constant patter of raindrops on the roof breaking the silence, she releases the funnel, rubs the girl’s bulging belly in circles around the stretched navel.

       “Anyone need to go to the restroom… Relieve yourselves before we check on the other girl, bring her out?”  She asks as she again glances toward the funnel.

END PART 3