Message-ID: <17062eli$9811080538@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Mr. Ed" Subject: Cold Haven1 Chpt. 1&2 (S&M, Prison, torture)Mr.Ed, Lady Sara, Jeanne Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3644BD55.5B28B5AD@home.com> Cold Haven1 Chpt. 1&2 (S&M, Prison, torture)Mr.Ed, Lady Sara, Jeanne This is an extreme fantasy story by the author of Pooch. It is not suitable for the squeemish or the underage who should not be in this newsgroup to begin with. As with all my stories I ask for readers responses whether they are positive or negative as long as they are constructive. The reader response from the first posting of Cold Haven1 was very disappointing so I must assume that the story is of little interest to the readers as seems to have become the case with Pooch's Story as well. If that is true then I will post no further chapters. The point of posting is to get reader response if there is none then it follows that there is no point for futher posts. Mr. Ed ******************************************************** COLD HAVEN 1 CHAPTER 3 THE WARDEN’S LAIR And what a dungeon the Warden possessed. It wasn’t only a dark and forbidding place, even worse then the rest of the prison, but it was stocked with girls sent to solitary. Indeed the Warden did keep each in her own cage. Cell would imply an overly generous amount of space. In solitary the ability to move, to any degree, was the first thing to be surrendered. Warden Sara would exercise control of the minutest details of their lives as long as they were under her care. Every once in a while she’d select from the attractive young inmates, not yet broken by the long hard work under the most brutal conditions and then the nightly rapes, often violent, by the prison guards and sometimes other inmates. The new flesh would last longer and be more sensitive to her ministrations. It was on these special nights that the Warden would literally explode into sexual ecstasy and do it was the full blessing of the state. The state could claim that they had placed a woman Warden in charge of the prison so that there would be no sexual hanky panky going on behind the gates. Sara could do whatever she wanted. Her benefactors often came to visit for the express purpose of fun and games, often in the Warden’s dungeon. The dungeon was actually an above ground metal building that had formerly housed heavy equipment. It was heated only by a single, large, pot bellied stove used only when Sara was present, but it’s well insulated and quite wind proof. The fact that the air was still would prove critical to survival as the temperature outside would fall to 30 and 40 degrees below zero. As long as they spent most of their time in a small, confined space, the prisoners could generate enough body heat to keep themselves warm virtually blanketing themselves in a layer of warm air. Before the Warden would come to play she would send in a guard to load up the stove with a generous amount of wood not only to make it more comfortable for the Mistress of the castle to enjoy her favorite hobby but also to provide a source of heat for the various irons that she might choose to play with. For the prisoners in solitary the lighting of the stove was more dreaded then the deepest cold of winter. The guard would also light the torches that would provide the only illumination. These were set along the walls, but not high up, as might be expected, but along the floor so that the light would shine up intensifying the eerie quality of this hell hole. Though she didn’t have much in the way of funds for the construction of her personal dungeon Sara had put to good use the discarded brick-a-brack of the old mining operation. There was an abundance of old timbers to be salvaged and used and chains and fastenings of every type and description. With an unquenchable taste for the macabre she had hung chains from every available free space covering walls and having them hang ominously from the ceiling. The free spaces on the floor also had short lengths of chain everywhere imbedded directly into the concrete. Worst of all were the little holding cages that each held a living, breathing prisoner. It was prison policy that the poorest behaving prisoners belonged in solitary and since someone was always the poorest, no matter how impeccable everyone’s behavior is, the boxes were always occupied. At least 20 girls lived in perpetual agony 24 hours a day. Sleep only came for absolute exhaustion and would last a precious, short time. They would be moved from one cage to another on a regular basis changing their position every one or two days to keep down swelling of their extremities. 24 hours spent curled up into a tiny ball can feel like 24 years. Your body begs to straighten out after only minutes, but knows only that there is no freedom to come. The screams from being forcibly straightened out a day later and placed into an inversion box with your arms and head on the floor and the rest if your body forced to stay straight up by the walls of the box, are heard echoing throughout the room. The back is now arched in the opposite direction to which it had just been for so long confined. All the prisoners have a feeding tube running up their nose and then down into their bellies. The Warden encourages the guards that administer the once a day feedings, to show the prisoners, the buckets of slop that would be forced directly into their stomachs by a pump. Even the already full bellies of the prisoners that were a part of the prison sewage system, were forced to take their share of the slop that was now their food. Sara being the perfectionist that she was, even wanted to maximize the use of the prisons excrement. Certainly it was used as a fertilizer on the prison farm but it was also an important part of discipline. Attendants would collect the prison guards shit and piss in buckets and them empty the contents into a heated holding tank high up on a wall of the dungeon. Inside the tank a macerator ground up everything into a thick brown liquid letting it flow down wide tubes directly into the waiting mouths of about half the women in solitary. That roughly leaves it at 4 guards doing their business into the mouth of each confined girl. Surprisingly the prisoners bodies are able to handle the high volumes though it does leave their intestines as little more then pathways for the effluent to pass through. The cage floors are rapidly covered with what has now become their own excrement and leaving an awful odor permeating the dungeon. The Cage/boxes were constructed from timbers nailed together into solid walls of wood 4”’ thick. One side on each box was a steel plate hinged in place and padlocked shut. A hole on the plate allowed tubes to pass through and a look at the girl inside. Guests would sometimes walk around out of curiosity carrying a flashlight, wearing a mask and peering into the boxes but for the most part the prisoners were left to enjoy their isolation. The Warden needed no mask to protect her from the odor. She reveled in it. She had caused it. Each cage is different, not only are their outsides different but also they were each unique inside. One was very tall and narrow not only requiring the girl to stand up straight but not allowing her to lower her arms from over her head. Another box was shorter and a small amount wider in each direction This allowed a bit of movement inside to it’s standing occupant but short sharp spikes each with a small barb, lined all four walls. This was a secondary punishment cell allowing it’s victim no rest at all and many painful stabs as the occupant would become disoriented in the total darkness. Another box resembled a narrow cube. On the inside a ramp ran up one wall from the floor. the occupant was forced to lie with her back on the ramp and her head on the floor leaving her rump in the air and her legs forced back along the top of the box. With one of the sewage hoses entering her mouth the small base of the box would rapidly fill up with the girls waste burying her head in her own filth. Each cage was a creation of the warden herself and each was carefully considered to leave uninterrupted misery. A few were especially designed to break the most stubborn prisoner. Yet life in a cage was preferable to the warden’s personal ministrations outside the cage. Tonight Warden Sara wanted to indulge her perversions and lust on the two prisoners that had the misfortune to catch her eye at the whipping The guard had been in previously to start the stove so when Sara arrived not only was the place warm but to her delight the two prisoners were stretched tight, strung up by the wrists and waiting for her. The warden picked up her favorite fiberglass cane, it was thin and sleek and when it came in contact with skin it left the most delicious welts, and stood directly in front of the two hapless prisoners. "07/30/28 and 09/17/26 how nice to see you two so soon again and how are your now, still have that attitude I saw earlier. You know what I am referring too correct?" Both women managed to answer, "No Ma'am." "Hmmm why do I not believe you two, can you answer me that? Why I saw you myself, standing back during the whipping, apparently angry that I should punish so severely." If the two convicts could have looked at each they would have but they were stretched so tight that they could only move their heads up to look at their wrists cruelly squeezed in heavy manacles or down to look at their toes desperately trying to grip the earth for support. "Do you two now how I run this prison?....... ANSWER ME, CUNTS." Again all both women could managed to answer was, "No Ma'am." "Well you are lucky I am feeling benevolent tonight and am willing to let you in on some of my secrets. I run this prison on fear. Fear, of what I will do next when I do not get instantaneous obedience to my will. Now when I was whipping that worthless pussy meat earlier you two looked…well…angry not scared. That is not what I am trying to convey to the new meat that was in there. You were poor role models." With that last sentence Sara burst out laughing. With an amused tone she went on to explain. "I know you won't believe this but prison administrators of years ago worried about rehabilitation and so positive role models were used to show prisoners how to behave like normal people, not cons." Sara tone turned cold and her eyes grew hard. "Well I have changed the concept to reflect the times, there is no rehabilitation, there is nothing positive about being here but you are not showing me fear. So now you will taught to role model cold unadulterated fear of me so when I return you to the general population they will see fear in you. Nothing but fear." Sara turned her back on the prisoners shrugged her shoulders and like a demon processed turned and began to randomly beat the women on all their most sensitive parts. Each woman danced in pain to the solid whacks delivered to her breast, buttocks and pussy. The room was filled with glass etching screams as each con, unable to protect herself from the swift deftly deliver blows, just howled in agony. Sara was like a dancer between the two, a demented dancer. She thrust and parried with each blow, first hitting high then low, then a ratt ta tat across the breasts of one then to end up slicing heavily down the ass crack of the other. Sara was in her own head space, blocking out all noise, all sense of herself. She was reveling in the power she had over these women that she could do what she wanted to them and loved it. It was not until she realized there was no more screaming and hadn't been for awhile that she stopped. The Warden looked at the women just hanging unconscious in their bounds and laughed she was just getting warmed up. Warden Sara took a pail of slushy snow and threw it over the women to revive them. The next part of her plan did not require much exertion from her but she wanted the women awake to feel it. As they slowly regained consciousness the warden was pulling a thin metal sheet across the floor and positioning it beneath the women's feet. She then went over to a cupboard and pulled out two handfuls of clamps and dildos, all having wires dangling from them. "Now my little role models, let me tell you what I am going to do next. I am going to attach these clamps around your breasts and push these dildos where they belong locking your pussy rings closed over them." For the first time Sara saw genuine paralyzed fear on the faces of the two cons and she was pleased. "Now I know you are thinking a night with the guards has had more pushed and clamped on you then these innocent little devices. Well let me tell you why these are special. I control them. They are shocking clamps that make you feel like your breasts have been blown off your body by hand grenades. I have never experienced it but others have and they’ve told me. And what they do to your insides I can only imagine…but you will experience it. Now.... shall we give them a trial run." These clamps were elliptical in shape and fit around the base of each of the cons breasts causing the breast meat to be squeezed between the jaws of the clamp. They fit snugly completely encircling the breast so the entire gland was surrounded and squeezed by the metal bands. Once locked on it was virtually impossible for the con to remove, it squeezed the breast so tight it ballooned out and swelled so the meat could not be pulled through the ring,. Additionally there were straps that ran behind the woman's back much like a bra strap that had a locking clasp further preventing the woman from removing the fiendish device. Soon the Warden had them both with the clamps tight around each breast, held there by the pressure of the clamp, tiny spikes on the inside digging into the skin and the locking strap around their backs. The dildos were shoved in and the labial rings secured so the woman could not force them out. Each clamp and dildo had a small wire like a tail hanging from it that was in actual fact a small antenna. The warden then walked over to the wall and lowered their arms some so their feet were flat on the thin metal sheet. "That feels better, I bet. Now here is the test. I am going to shock you with this remote and you don't move. The sheet your are standing on is a sensor and can detect any movement, you move I set the remote up a number the higher the number the higher the shock and well I guess it hurts more. Now you are going to wear these lovely shocking devices out in the general population and you will never know when I decide to push this button, you may be working, you may be eating, you may be sleeping and all of a sudden…bang-o…the warden is playing with you. But I need to see how high to set it, stand very still and I won't set in any higher. Move and well it goes up a notch. Shall we start." The warden moved back and pressed both remotes simultaneously the effect on both women was instantaneous. Their muscles turned rigid as they were caught in mid scream, as they raised up off their feet. It was like they were frozen in time, not a sound, not a breath escaped their bodies. The warden released the buttons and they both went limp in their bounds like string dolls with broken strings. "Well, cunts shall we do it again, you moved. Now this time stay still, keep your feet flat on the sensor." Even though the metal sheet on the floor was just that, a simple metal sheet, that actually did nothing. To the two women it was now inexorably linked to the electrical shock. They lowered their bare feet slowly, flinching when their toes came in contact with the cold steel. ZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP. Both women convulsed curling up into little balls hanging by their wrists as electricity surged through their throbbing breasts and delicate internal organs. There was no sound because they couldn’t breath as every muscle went rigid. The power didn’t shut off. It just kept surging. When finally shut off both young victims collapsed limp but gasping for air. “When I said I wanted your feet flat on the metal sheets I meant IMMEDIATELY!!!... NOW let’s try it again. FEET FLAT ON THE SHEET”. The Warden now screamed her orders so there would be no mistake regarding her intentions. She was obeyed. “That was medium high and I would be quite happy to keep that as the minimum level but I do think you two are still trainable. Here is the deal. I am going to set the level at near minimum. As long as it’s on you will keep quiet and keep your feet flat on the sheet. Well....I expect you to keep your feet on the ground and quiet, even when the current isn’t on. If you fail then I will just turn it higher and keep it on until you learn to handle it. If you don’t learn then you’ll just cook from the inside. It’ll take a nice long time but you will cook. “ “Now if that isn’t enough encouragement to show a bit of self control I’m going to give you some more. I’ve already confiscated whatever rags you’ve succeeded in swindling someone out of, and the next thing to go will be your hair. Would you like to loose that next?...And after that I think I’ll remove your clits. You’ve got no use for those in here and the way that they’re buried underneath your vulva by the rings, nobody would even notice” Sara let a broad grin take over her normally stern face. 07/30/28 and 09/17/26 were mortified, though loss of any accumulated clothing was generally expected after a visit to Warden Sara’s dungeon even the possibility of being shorn of their hair again and felling to new meat status was beyond what they wanted to think about. At least the new girls had clear skin and an innocence in their demeanor that would make them attractive to some of the guards, but after spending even a few months in the prison these little advantages were gone. Without the help of some aids like cloth’s, make up and hair they would look like hell and thus encounter only the wrath and disgust of their keepers and none of their life conserving generosity. Who would touch them or show them any compassion the way they would look after emerging from this private little hell hole. “Now hold still.” There was another surge of electricity hitting both inmates at the same time. Not as bad this time but still more then enough to make them both jump reflexively and scream. This only increased the intensity of the shocks a notch and in reaction to that the intensity of the screaming. It took superhuman effort for the 2 girls to get their feet planted on the cold floor again but this didn’t reduce the shocks they were getting in any way. It only stopped them from going up. “Thanks to that warehouse that was found full of nuclear batteries I can keep the power on forever, so I want you to get used to it. I’m going to turn on the power while your working and you know how the guards will react if you stop or slow down. And just imagine if you do something clumsy and break a dish or an instrument. Yes.....then I can just turn it off, sit back and watch the guards take their whips to your hide.” “Just let me know when you’ve had enough and request the blissful solitude of your very own box.” “Until then we will play some games and the first one is one that I’m going to play with 07/30/28.” Sara walked over to stand in front of the nearly convulsing, quivering mass of flesh and opened up a folder that she held in one arm. In it, neatly arranged was row upon row of needles. Long and thick needles each one with a broad plastic end that would allow a thumb to push with enough force to get the needles to penetrate the skin and flesh. This broad folder, the size of a ledger book had to have hundreds of these 4” stingers. “There thick like that so that they don’t break off under the skin. Not even if I whip you without pulling them out... Anyway no sense in wasting any more time.” With that Warden Sara picked up a needle and shoved it straight down the center of her right nipple. The needle tore its way through the center of the tit, through the breast muscle and hit a rib sticking in slightly and for a second keeping the gland compressed along its length before popping out and allowing the blazing tit to spring back. The needle now conducted some of the current right through the heart of her mammary. Sara picked up another needle jabbing it in all the way through her shoulder muscle and into the joint this time hitting softer cartilage and setting off an animal scream. Because of the angle at which Sara pushed it in the needle first traveled several inches along and through the muscle. This was an unbearable pain to someone who had just hung from those shoulders, and which were still under stress. 07/30/28 was ready to beg to be put in a box as soon as her gag was released. Anything would be better then this and yet in her mind she knew each box held it’s own horrors and her agony would be only slightly reduced. Warden Sara wasn’t ready to allow her victim any relief yet. Needle after needle penetrated deep through flesh always coming to rest against bone or cartilage. The continuing electric current kept 07/30/28 conscious. When finally a needle ran up the length of her clitoris and into the pubic bone she could not hold back the evacuation of her bladder spraying the floor with a tick stream of piss. Failure to control their bodily functions was always justification for additional punishment and Sara almost always succeeded in accomplishing it. In 07/30/28’s case only the metal dildo filling her ass kept her shit inside. “I’m afraid that will cost you. You splashed your filthy con piss on my boots.” 07/30/28 didn’t hear any of it driven mad with the pain. Sara turned off the current to her hysterical porcupine. “Well I don’t know how you did it but you did keep your feet on the ground so I have your stimulation level all set. Now would you like to stay and play with me or would you like to go to a box right now? Do you want to be put in a box?” 07/30/28 no longer knew what to do. The termination of the electric shocks eased her plight somewhat but all the needles piercing every thick muscle caused excruciating pain. Her bones and joints ached. She wondered what more the Warden could do to her, experience saying that things could always get worse but now that the reality of being put in a box confronted her, she remembered how awful that was. 07/30/28 just hung there not knowing what to do. Knowing hesitation was also not tolerated by the Warden and that the prospect of more heavy torture was unbearable she nodded her head. “Well if you insist then I will accommodate you although I would have thought that you would have preferred to wait till all those needles had been removed. Very well then. “ “Well 09/17/26, you haven’t been nearly as self disciplined as your friend. Your feet have left the floor twice and you still can’t seem to hold still. I’m afraid you will require extended electrical training. Now I think you can do without the distraction,” and the tall woman flipped a simple switch, fastened to her belt turning off the current that had continually pulsed through 09/17/26”s body. Sara yelled over to the guard. “Tomorrow, this one is to get 2 extended training sessions starting with the power at 74. Don’t turn it off until she can stay completely still for at least 2 minutes. I don’t care if she cooks, sooner or later she’ll be still. “ "Since this one will remain full of spines and shouldn’t lean up against anything I will put her in the squat box. She seems a bit weak so I need to use 2 nails through each labia to secure her in place. Now get the nails and get her down for me." After issuing these instructions the warden turned and walked along the rows of boxes, looking in each one until she stopped and looked back at the hapless convict. "Ah I found one just for you 07/30/28. A special one just for you." 09/17/26 looked sick and wondered to herself how special, many of the prisoners had gone insane after a while in one of the isolation boxes of the warden. The abject terror was building in the girl and if she had anything to puke she probably would have. 09/17/26 watched as the warden opened the metal hatch on a small solid box. The box looked only 2 foot high and maybe 3-foot square. The warden return to the two convicts and began reviving 07/30/28 who was apparently passed out down on the ground. "Now cunt wake up I have found your accommodations. Wake up you stupid cunt!" The 07/30/28 began to regain consciousness and look around. "Good, now I want you to walk like a duck for me. You know squat down and walk like a duck. Come on do it." The warden was obviously losing patience as she kicked the convict right in the impaled tit, which must have hurt, as the scream from the girl was almost glass shattering. As quickly as she could she moved into a squatting position, both feet flat on the ground and bending her elbows to put her hands on her waist like an obscene version of the offspring of a duck crossed with a cybernetic porcupine. Her right breast swollen to almost watermelon size and oozing blood, the needle still protruding from her should joint she held the position hoping not to receive any more pain. The other needles wiggling in an outrageous dance as the muscles contracted in coordination with the convicts waddle. "I knew you could do it now walk and flap those wings." The warden then tapped 07/30/28's right breast with the fiberglass whip for emphasis and the convict slowly moved away form the other girl still strung up. "Flap…waddle…flap…waddle…flap…waddle, what a good duck you are, maybe a better duck then a worker huh 07/30/28? OK, Stop, here is your roost for the next few days." 07/30/28 wished for death right at that moment, she knew she would go insane when confined it that box. The interior of the box was very small and 07/30/28 would be hunched over unable to straighten out her body and there was a triangular wooden structure in the box which she would have to straddle in order to fit into the box. The pin through her clit would be forced deeper as she became unable to support her weight off the impaled organ. "OK, now the fun feature of this box is that little marvel you are feasting your eyes on right now. I want you to think of that as a saddle you will mount it right now." 07/30/28 crawled through the trap door very carefully so not to disturb the needles any more, ass end first and settled herself on the hard triangle. Once her slit was positioned over the top of the triangle, the warden from another opening grabbed her ankles and pulled them up to the top of the triangle and secured them in iron manacles so the convict was pitched forward. This swift movement caused her to grab the edge of the box to prevent herself from tumbling out. The pain, as the pin was forced deeper into her pelvis actually scraping the bone, was making 07/30/28 physically ill. "Now cunt bring your arms back toward your feet…NOW!" 07/30/98 could not believe how uncomfortable this position was. With her ankles pulled back her lower back was pulled forward but with her arms also pulled back and the lowness of the top of the box she her upper spine was forced into an S shape. Her slit was supporting all her weight on the pin through her clit and so she felt like she was slowly being gored alive. "Ah comfy. There is only one more thing to do. Since you can shimmy around in there you might be able to change your position ever so slightly and give your clit some relief so I am now going to nail your cunt lips, the ones I can easily get to, to the side of the wooden triangle so you are forced to continue bearing all your weight right were it hurts the most. Aren't I ingenious? I mean really…". The warden just chuckled to her self as the convict could not raise her eyes and was too terrified to make a sound. Now 09/17/26 you watch this OK. You're next." As the warden took a small hammer and 2 brass nails and began hammering away inside the trap door of the box. The screams emanating form the interior of the box did not deter the warden for one second as she pounded in both nails completely nailing down the cunt lips of the convict. The warden stepped back for a minute admiring her carpentry work and then reached in and pulled and pushed the convict by the shoulder. The screaming heightened an octave and the warden smiled. "Guess you won't shimmy off that perch my little duck. Now get some rest the guards will be in and sink those tubes and start your feeding so you can relax now." Warden Sara slammed the heavy metal door and turned to 09/17/26. "OK my pretty you are next!" For a moment 09/17/26 was startled the warden really did look like the wicked witch from the "Wizard of OZ". “It’s time to teach you a little bit of proper fear.” 09/17/26 couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She couldn’t go through this again, she just couldn’t, and what was the Warden going to do to her now? The new fear gripping her body was worse then what she had felt when the electricity was on. All her brain kept repeating was that this wasn’t happening, that it was just one of those bad dreams that you can’t seem to wake up from till the last moment. Sara had picked up a 2 foot length of black rubber hose, heavy but very flexible. “No part of your breasts are going to escape attention before I am finished.” For the helpless, naked girl it was her worst nightmare come true since she was particularly affected by painful breasts and Sara knew this. They had both ballooned from the tension around their base and turned dark red. The tension caused them to jut straight out making them an open target for anything the sadistic prison keeper had in mind and right now what was on her mind was to soften up her target with the rubber hose. She grasped it with both hands and moved it behind her right shoulder. Immediately the thought of what she was about to do excited Sara sending a shiver up her spine at the same time that the hose whistled down striking 09/17/26 squarely across the top of her right tit. The prisoner screamed when the hose smashed into her tender breast tissue. The fleshy orb compressed back to the rope wound around the base bruising it not only along the path of each collision with the hose but also all around the bound base. Skin quickly began to turn dark purple from the vicious beating laid on by the Warden. Sara alternated in a deliberate pattern first the top of the right tit then the top of the left, and upper cut to the bottom of the right tit then one to the left. All along 09/17/26 struggled furiously in her unyielding chains filling the cavernous dungeon with her screams even though her mouth was filled by a ball gag. Whhhhumpf!........., whhhhumpf!......, whhhhumpf the heavy rubber hose continued to smash into udders so racked with pain that their owner would have gladly had them cut off if it would have stopped the unbearable agony. There must have been fifty blows before Sara finally stopped. She did so only because she was afraid that they would soon burst having swollen to almost double their volume. The skin was so stretched it had begin to rip along any spots weakened by the heavy blows and exposing the creamy white fat just under the skin. “There,” chided the sadistic prison Warden. “Now those little melons of yours aren’t so little and give me a lot more surface to work with as I show them some real pain.” She put the hose away amongst some other similar items, pulled up an executive reclining chair in front of 09/17/26 , sat down spread her legs and lit up a fat cigar. Sara fully intended that the prisoner clearly see her luxuriously furred crotch. The dark, wiry pubic hair framed the soft pink flesh of her gapping cunt as she slid her middle finger up and down smearing lubricating fluid from her anus to her belly. She puffed away on the stogy. It was nice to show the prison vermin how much she enjoyed her power over them and how lovely her life was in comparison to theirs. A prisoner caught pleasuring herself, even by an accidental touch, was subject to some of the harshest penalties that were handed out in the prison, short of death. In her system though it was only a minor infraction if one prisoner forced another to do the job, just as long as it was clear that real force was involved instead of some mutual agreement. “Mmmmmmm.....this is nice,” Warden cooed enjoying the aroma of the cigar and the warmth of her sloppy cunt. She took the cigar and inserted the cold end into her wet pussy coating the outer leaf in her most personal fluid. Careful not to burn herself Sara moved the tobacco phallus in and out bringing herself to the verge of climax then stopping at the last second. “Can’t let myself get carried away here. Guard I want the prisoner stretched for the next phase. I don’t want her moving around on me.” The guard, having secured 07/30/28 into her personal, private, torture chamber went over to the hand winch controlling the cable that raised and lowered the bar 09/17/26’s wrists were fastened to. As her feet, once again left the ground the chains connecting her outspread ankles to the floor became taught. Still the ratchet mechanism kept clicking as the prisoners body stretched at each joint. Click....click....click....click. Now tight as a bowstring the guard stopped. “I think she won’t be moving much now Warden,” the burley guard commented to his superior. To 09/17/26 the memory of the electrical torture that had been so unbearable a short time ago had faded from her mind. New agonies racked her body. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the cigar. She had been in the prison long enough to have seen the result of its use on other prisoners. She remembered how sorry she had felt for them and had wondered what major infraction of the rules they had committed to get such a horrible punishment. Now it was clear that it didn’t have to be very major at all. At long last Sara pulled the cigar out of her twat and placed it back in her mouth, took a good drag and reluctantly stood up. “I think fire is such a wonderful device for punishing the misguided. Not only does it hurt more then any other pain but it lasts for such a long time, acting as a reminder of its use. Then after that there are the scars that remain with you for the rest of your life. Now just to show you that I am not entirely without a heart I am going to give you a choice as to how I use this cigar. The main target will be those lovely tits of yours though I will burn some other, more concealed, spots. Your choice will be whether a simply take this little fire stick and use it to burn your skin or I first pierce those jugs with meat skewers and use the cigar to heat the skewers. The first option is actually less painful but will leave you grossly disfigured. The second choice will hurt much more burning your the very insides of your breasts and the pain will last longer but you will look relatively intact, though with a very tender pair of melons. At least the guards will still look at you. Which will it be?” September seventeen shook with horror at the very thought of choosing either of the two methods of torture. Looking down she could see how swollen and discolored her formerly treasured breasts had become and according to Warden Sara this was only the beginning of the pain they would feel. Still she remained coherent enough to know that she didn’t really have a choice. Without the guards favors she would perish for sure. Confining the burning to the inside of her tits would at least help maintain an attractive outward appearance. When Sara asked her if she would pick the meat skewers 09/17/26 nodded her tear streaked head. The guard retrieved a little tin box containing 8 of the stainless steel spikes each 3/4 of a foot long with a loop formed at one end for pushing and a sharpened tip at the other to penetrate flesh. While in the box they were covered by an alcohol bath, maintaining at least a small semblance of sterility. The alcohol would also provide a bit more sting as the needles passed through the tough breast meat. Sara wasted no time picking up one of the impalement devices in a gloved hand and garbing hold of the prisoners left bag with the other. She positioned it horizontally on the inside of the breast, just in front of the strap that was constricting it and began to push hard towards her left side. It did not want to puncture the skin rather it created a deep dimple that extended for most of the glands ample width. Sara had to use the heel of her hand to get enough force on it so that it finally punctured the skin The prisoner violently shook her head, one of the few body parts that she cold still move, trying to distract herself from the anguish she was feeling below. Her hands and feet twisted and turned, clenched and unclenched but these meager distractions did little good. Her eyes bugged out and the veins in her neck bulged but there was no escape, no modicum of relief. While skewering September Sara kept the cigar clenched between her teeth but as soon as the little spear was inserted all the way through she removed the cigar from between her teeth and carefully slid the burning end over the pointy end of the steel shaft. stopping just before the stogies tip touched the tender, throbbing breast. Now it was 09/17/26’s turn to release a stream of golden pee. Only the drugs, injected to help maintain her full awareness, kept her from passing out. Again wasting no time, the process was repeated on the right breast. Warden Sara had an obsession with symmetry. In the end 2 skewers were passed horizontally through each tit and 2 went vertically up from the bottom through to the top and each, in it’s turn had Sara’s burning cigar placed over it cooking 09/17/26’s jugs from the inside. Occasionally Sara would place her full, luscious, lips on the cigar as it sat on the skewers and take a deep puff. This would act like a bellows raising the temperature of the fire hot enough to make the skewers glow red. Eventually even the drugs couldn’t keep the prisoner conscious. When she finally passed out Sara pulled out the meat skewers and returned them to the tin box. It was true. There were few outside signs of the damage that had been rendered to the inside tit meat. All that there was 16 small red marks from which oozed a cloudy, yellowish liquid. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----