PART 30
Tiffany is still spread on the bar, her viciously scourged body quivering.. Her eyes fairly pop from their sockets as she
looks down into the bubbling cauldron from which Si Lun was about to scoop a
ladleful of whatever it contained. She will have ample time to
contemplate what Si Lun was about to inflict on her, but
attention has been drawn away to the newest guest being hustled into the
interrogation room.
A young man.. Though bound with stout rope it
takes three guards to keep him reasonably under control.
Carlos is an impressive young man. Over 6 feet of
muscle and sinew. His arms are the size of most men's thighs, his
thighs as big 'round as Si Luns waist, his abdomen a washboard of rippling
power. There is not a hair, save that on his head, on this splendid
physical specimen.
A glance at the woman prisoners, all restrained and
bound in terrible manner and devices and he twisted and cursed in his struggles
to free himself.
"Let me go you vermin! Release my arms and I'll tear you to shreds.
What are you doing to these poor women?"
"Ah, we have a brave and feisty one have
we?"
"Feisty? I'll show you feisty you
animals! You have no right to interrogate, and torment these poor women
like this."
"Right? You mutinous pig! You HAVE no
rights! ANY of you! We'll show you your rights after you tell us
ALL! And you WILL tell us all. You can watch as we convince your
co-conspirators to tell us what information THEY have!"
"I will tell you nothing! Nor will they!"
"Si Lun. Why don't you ask his trusted confederate Jemma what she
thinks."
"With pleasure my Colonel. Let's get our new guest comfortable first
though."
The Sergeant, no puny visage himself, stepped behind Carlos and, twisting an
arm back and up nearly dislocating it, helped propel Carlos to his own special
place where he would have an excellent view of the proceedings.
Carlos' ankles were tied together to help immobilize him. Before they
untied his wrists which were behind his back, a rope was tied to one and it was
pulled back and up to a horizontal steel bar overhead..
Once one arm was tethered the same was done to the other. With his
arms drawn up and out it was relatively easy to hoist him up and stretch
his arms along the bar, wrapping and twisting them along it's length with
leather straps tightened around his wrists and upper arms. After
releasing his legs they removed his boots. With a burly guard on each leg, they
stretched each one out to short steel posts in the floor. By sheer brute
hauling on the ropes they managed to get him trussed like Tiffany and the other
poor male prisoner. Spread.
Si Lun strolled over to him. She reached out and prodded his side,
grasping and squeezing some of the powerful muscle. She smiled.
"Oh my this is going to be delicious, but these
nasty clothes have got to go."
Carlos' outer jacket had been removed before he was brought in. He was now
dressed only in his military shirt and trousers after his feet had been freed
of covering. Si Lun carried a combat style knife in her hand. She
slipped the blade under his belt, and raising her hand sliced through it like a
piece of ribbon. She bent and poked it up the leg opening at his ankle
and sliced upward, cutting the coarse material with scarcely any effort at all,
it fell away from his massive thigh. Si Lun's eyes lit up and she licked
her lips at the display of his smooth naked flesh. She moved over and did the
same to the other leg, the trousers hung in tatters, the remnants clinging to
his waist. Sliding the knife into the top of the leg opening she slit
across from side to side, barely, but intentionally grazing his sizeable
basket. Now she merely slit the remainder
from bottom to top and the last vestiges of his pants fell between his widely
spread legs. She slit the arms of his shirt from wrist to shoulder, then
with the point of the blade popped the buttons up the front and finished
cutting the shirt from his torso.
Carlos now hung stripped naked for all to see, save his brief under shorts.. Leering, she looked lustfully at his barely covered
private parts. Reaching out she cupped the large bulge and
squeezed. Carlos involuntarily twitched at this, Si Lun smiled.
"My , my, what have we here?"
Deftly slipping the point of the blade between the material of his briefs and
crotch, Si Lun lifted the ultra sharp blade and Carlos' underwear fluttered to
the floor.
Her eyes widened as there, revealed for all to see, was a display of male
masculinity to be envied by even such generously endowed men as the Sergeant and
the Colonel.
His low hanging testicles were the size of lemons, hanging down in their heavy
sack. The penis above, even in it's soft state
hung halfway to his knees.
"Umm, you talk about hung like a moose. I can hardly wait." was all
Si Lun had to say.
Her eyes and tongue flicking over wet lips told volumes.
Turning from the succulent display in front of her, Si Lun nodded to the
Sergeant and pointed to Jemma, then to an apparatus of steel tubing not
previously utilized. The Sergeant released Jemma from her present
bindings and moved her over to this new instrument of pain.
It was constructed of 1 and 2 inch steel tubing. There were two of the 2 inch
tubes set in the concrete floor some 10 inches apart and 6 feet tall. Two
short tubes, 12 inches long were welded at right angle to the uprights, 18
inches from the floor and extending forward, parallel to the floor. There
were several 1 inch tubes attached at right angles to the uprights through
fittings which allowed them to be moved up or down, swung front to back to fit
need.
Jemma was forced to sit on the tubes protruding from the front of the
uprights. Straps were passed around the very top of her thighs and
cinched tight. Her calves were doubled back and ankles then strapped to
the same tubes. Her thighs were now spread wide, exposing her still sore
pussy. A tight strap around her waist pressed
her back to the two tubes which formed the back of this crude chair. Her
head was pressed back so it was between the tubes, and a wide steel collar,
joined to the tubes on either side was clamped around her neck and tightened by
thumbscrews.
The array of 1 inch tubes was swung around and adjusted so the lower tube was
pressed into her torso just under her large breasts. The upper tube was
placed above her mounds, and lowered so it squeezed and forced them out the
opening like paste from a tube, her nipples swelling as a result.
Her arms were pulled back and hooked over another of the crosspieces, this one
behind the upright, then, wrists fastened together, they were clipped to a ring
in the rear of the strap around her waist. This of course forced her compressed
breasts even further forward.
A nose hook was placed in her nose and pulled back and hooked to a ring at the
back of the steel neck collar. This forced her to tilt her head up and back as
far as the steel collar would permit. A chrome hook was placed behind her
lower teeth and pulled down by a narrow strap and fastened to the tube pressing
down on her breasts. Her mouth was now stretched into a wide oval. The
only movement Jemma could make, other than wriggle a
bit, was to blink her eyes and flex fingers and toes.
Jemma was now fixed for Si Lun's grim attentions.
Si Lun looked to Carlos, "Doesn't she look absolutely gorgeous?"
"You miscreant bitch!! How can you do such a thing? She hasn't
harmed anyone, all she is guilty of is wishing freedom
for her countrymen!"
"By forcing from power the duly chosen leaders of our
country." said the Colonel.
"By ridding our people of despotic and tyrannical oppressors forcing them
into a life of poverty and servitude.!"
"Nonsense The leader has nothing but the
welfare of his subjects at heart."
"We will rid the nation of him and all his monstrous cohorts such as
you!"
"HA! When pigs fly! What we want from all of you is
where and when the next attack is planned and where we may find your misguided
followers."
"You'll not get it from me! Nor ANY of us!"
"We shall see. In the meantime Si Lun will help your friends
entertain us as she attempts to elicit the information from them or
you. Entertain us my sweet."
"With utmost pleasure my Colonel."
Si Lun moves in on Jemma. She pulls and pinches a nipple. Jemma squirms her eyes darting about.
"Ready to talk for us my buxom revolutionary?"
Even after all the vicious torments she had suffered at the hands of the
degenerate bitch manhandling her, Jemma shook her head as best she could in
view of her harsh trussing.
Si Lun was naturally pleased. She pulled a low stool over, and placed it
between Jemma's splayed legs, and sat. She looked closely at the display
of naked female genitalia. Considering the earlier treatment of the
delicate flesh it looked quite inviting to Si Lun's greedy eyes. The
large lips were plump and slightly parted showing the pink inner lips guarding
the gateway to Jemma's inner being. At the top of the valley formed by
the outer lips rose a well developed mound protecting her most sensitive center
of sexuality.
Moistening a finger, Si Lun reached out and insinuated it between the inviting
petals of flesh, gently prying them open a bit more and letting the digit glide
slowly upwards, nearly to the treasure at the top, then let it slide back down
to the bottom of the nervously trembling slot, then back up again. She
gently and softly caressed and frigged her finger up and down. Despite
the circumstances and her determination to ignore the titillation, Jemma's
pussy responded by getting moist, then wet as Si Lun continued the play.
Once or twice, when her finger was at the top of a stroke, she lightly skimmed
the tip of the organ hiding under the hood of flesh covering Jemma's core of
lustful sensation.
Si Lun continued playing with Jemma's love nook, by now copiously flowing with
juices. Her hips had begun to undulate, pushing onto the teasing
digit. Using her other hand Si Lun spread the puffed lips open and with
the nail of a finger, peeled back the hood covering Jemma's now swollen and
erected clitoris. Si Lun gently grazed her finger back and forth, over
and around the very center of Jemma's carnal sensations, building more and more
by the second.
Jemma's eyes rolled up in her head. She knew full well what Si Lu was doing, she was adroitly teasing her, stirring her sexual
lust. Her belly trembled, her pelvis gyrated and
wriggled against the tormenting finger. Jemma was rapidly climbing that
hill to orgasm. With her mouth so cruelly stretched she tried to
tell Si Lun to stop! All that emerged were panting moans of ecstasy.
Her entire torso was now shaking and vibrating, her stomach pumping in and
out. My God she was going to cummmm!
"Uh Uh UHhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!!"
Si Lun abruptly stopped, and left Jemma hanging on the very precipice of climax. Her entire body convulsed against the
ropes and straps. A fine sheen of sweat shone on her contorted body.
Ripples of muscle contractions ran up and down her cramped arms and legs.
Her body tensed and shuddered. Jemma was unable to reach nirvana. She did
NOT cummm!!
"NNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
Jemma continued to quake and shudder for some time. Then she relaxed, her
body shivering, her breath coming in gasps, wheezing as her lungs sucked in air . She whimpered and moaned through her wide spread
mouth.
Si Lun was smiling, "Shall we go again miss bitchy?"
Jemma struggled against the bindings, babbling through her stretched mouth,
trying to shake her head.
Si Lun went back to her hellish work. She took Jemma to the very gates of
hell again and again over the next hour. So close but
oh so far.
Jemma was constantly in motion writhing and shaking, convulsions tearing at her
body. A steady wail issued from her mouth in frustrated pleadings. The
sweat ran from her, dripping to puddle on the floor beneath her tortured body.
"One more time little girl, and, then we shall see how you enjoy that
which you think you most urgently desire."
During all of this Carlos stared in disbelief, cursing Si Lun. Jemma's
suffering was horrendous.
To Be Continued....................
