Chiara in Hell
Preface
The figure in the torture frame was in agony. She had been tied in such a cruel
manner that even the slightest movement hurt. As was intended by those, whose
task it was to administer the punishment decreed by the tribunal on the previous
day.
Prisoner 19-8-99 had been tried and sentenced to 12 years of servitude for her
offence. The numbering system revealed to all that she was 19 at the time of her
offence, that it took 8 days to apprehend her and get her to confess, and that
she was a class 99 prisoner, the lowest category of slaves, to be used and
abused by anyone. Most slaves in her class would not last the entire period of
their sentence, so they had to be given booster injections to keep them alive.
These injections gradually increased their stamina, while sensitising the body
to react more intensely to pain. It was the worst of all imaginable worlds: one,
where the mercy of oblivion was denied and the level of pain maximised at the
same time. Add to that the seemingly limitless fantasy of the professional
torturers and the visitors to this unique facility, and it all translates into
just one word: Hell.
She had bitten off the cock of a man, whom she had been ordered to service,
and had thus inflicted mental and physical anguish on him. But what else could
she do? She had been fixed to one of the sucking chairs for a lengthy period of
time, cruelly tied so that her legs were helplessly spread and her head
immobilized on the seat of it. In this position her entire front was obscenely
exposed and available. Men and women had filed past, since the chair was part of
the exhibition, put up for the weekend. All the exhibits could - of course be
tested, most of them booked for a more thorough examination after the show.
Given her spectacular body, slave 19-8-99 had been understandably very popular.
The weekend passed reasonably quickly, but it was only after the exhibition had
closed that she realised what was to come: a seemingly endless succession of men
and women, who had booked her, so as to enjoy her to the fullest in the privacy
of their own quarters. It was then that despair set in and what made her finally
crack was the huge cock of a master that ha made her retch every time he shoved
it into her throat. She had intended to only slow him down, but when that did
not occur, she had lost her nerve. In the ensuing uproar she had somehow gotten
free of her bonds and quickly decided to bolt.
