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The Tragic Tale Of Little Siss

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Part 5: Siss’ tortures begin

LittleSiss endures the tearing pain in her groin following the brutal attack on her genitals. There’s wetness between her thighs – probably blood! Siss believes she may be torn up badly.

“What had he done to her?” she agonized. But there was little time to think of that pain now. They ties Siss’ hands behind her back with a leather strap – very tightly. She was beginning to lose sensation in her hands. Her blouse had been torn open, leaving her unprotected breasts fully exposed. The men gazed on them lustfully as they gently bounced and swayed on her chest. And why wouldn’t they – they were as perfectly formed as breasts could be: full, high and firm with slightly puffy areolas and pert nipples. (She easily passed the pencil test!) They were being roughly handled by the men who had encircled her. Siss was sobbing; tears of pain and humiliation ran down her cheeks. Her mid-calf skirt was pulled down, as were her undies. She was naked now. They pushed her around between them, grabbing and pinching at her delicate parts as bounced off one man after another. It was humiliating beyond belief. They were playing with her, but she knew it could get very violent very quickly. They all had erections – obvious by the bulges in their trouser. She knew wanted to rape her – she knew that for a certainty. But the leader made it clear to his fellows that she was to be brought in unmolested. Those were the instructions he was given and he knew he’d be in deep shit if she was raped too soon.

After what seemed an eternity he issued instructions. “Fun time is over boys,” he announced. “We gotta get her to the magistrate. Get you last ass-grab and titty-squeeze in.”

They hobbled LittleSiss by tying a leather cord around both ankles, with only enough length between to allow her to take short, choppy steps. Any flight on her part was now impossible. They pulled up her skirt and undies. Her blouse had been bunched around her hands behind her back. They pulled it back over her shoulders but all the buttons had been popped. Her breasts were barely covered.

Surrounding her, they walked back down the alley from which the first group of men had emerged. There was a horse and wagon there, along with the driver.

“Don’t I get a piece of her? The driver complained while eyeing the lovely young woman being marched toward him

“Sorry bro,” said the leader, fun time is over.”

“Get her on the wagon,” he directed the other men.

Siss was hoisted up by her feet and shoulders and roughly tossed onto the wagon bed. She landed with a thud on the hard boards. Laying on her side she immediately tried to curl up to protect herself. The men piled in after her, sitting on the side benches. Siss could only stare at their feet. The driver pulled on the reins. The horse tossed its head and proceeded pulling the wagon down the road.

About a half hour later they arrived. The ride had been bumpy and extremely uncomfortable for Siss. The men hauled Siss off the wagon and stood her on her feet. Siss was by now nearly unresponsive. She was exhausted, bruised, abused and utterly terrified. What was in store for her? She had no idea, but it could not be good. She ached to be in her home now, safe and comfortable. But she had sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach that she’ll never see her house again. In the morning her patients will arrive but she won’t be there! They’ll wait for a bit, then leave at some point, wondering what could have happened to their doctor – their LittleSiss. Perhaps they’ll spread the word that she’s missing. Maybe someone will try to find her, but Siss did not believe she was ever going back to the life she had just an hour previously.

Siss was pulled up the steps of the magistrate’s courthouse. Heavy wooden doors were pushed open and she and her escorts entered the dimly lit lobby. She was led down a hallway and rudely pushed down onto a bench outside an official-looking door. Siss was glad to finally have a somewhat comfortable place to rest. But wit her hands tied behind her back it wasn’t possible to be truly comfortable. Her genitals still throbbed from the vicious attack she endured from the man. “I’m torn up for sure,” she thought to herself.

The leader opened the door and it slammed shut behind him. Siss sat back on the bench trying to relax but was trembling with fear. She looked down and noticed one of her breasts was fully exposed, the blouse having fallen to one side. Her breast was scratched and bruised. There were bite marks on its soft flesh, and around her nipple. Her skirt was torn and the long length of her thigh was visible, nearly to her crotch. She tried to sit with her legs together. Siss was indecently exposed and could do nothing about it. She began to sob, then cry at the horrible state of her life at the moment.

Siss felt a pressure building in her bladder. “Please, sir,” she addressed one of he men standing near her, “I need to use the restroom. Would you please let me?’

“I have my orders. You’re not to leave this bench. Just hold it!”

Siss did not ask further. She knew it was pointless. She just squeezed her thighs together more tightly.

Within a few minutes the door reopened.

“Bring her in,” said the leader of Siss’ escort.

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Siss was marched into a large open room, dimly lit by a large chandelier. Along the far wall was a long table placed on a raised platform. Three men sat at the table facing her. They were serious looking men with little sign of compassion on their grim visages. The middle one had a long beard and was wearing a hooded cloak.

They walked Siss to a spot about six feet in front of the table, her nearly exposed breasts bouncing and swaying. The grim men seemed to notice her exposure not at all. They were talking quietly among themselves.

“Your Excellency,” the leader of her escort addressed the grim-looking man in the center of the three, “this is Sarah Dawn, known locally as LittleSiss, brought before you under arrest at your orders.”

“Sarah Dawn,” said the grim man, “do you know who I am?”

“You are the Oma-haa chief magistrate, sir,” said Siss, her voice strong and direct. Siss seemed to find her core of courage and thought to address the magistrate boldly! “I know of you and I know that you are a fair man. These men have falsely arrested and accused me, and have treated me most terribly, as you can see by my state of dress.” Siss blushed at the thought of these men staring at her exposed body.

“Do you know why you are here, girl?” he asked.

“No sir, I do not!” Siss replied firmly.

“Were you not told by my officer here,” the magistrate said, pointing to the leader of the group that abducted her off the street, “of the charges against you?

“False charges, sir,” Siss protested. She straightened her back and kept her head high. Do not appear weak and timid, she thought to herself. “He claimed I was practicing witchcraft, and I have done so such thing!” Siss stared into the magistrate’s eyes.

“But that is precisely why you are here, my girl,” he said with a slight grin. “We have been made aware of your impersonation of a physician. You have been behaving quite improperly for a woman. Readingbooks, treating illnesses, for example; doing the work of a man when you are but a weak-minded woman. These are things forbidden a woman, yet you practice them. It is further believed you are acting under the influence of a demon, a demon with whom you have had congress!” The magistrate nearly shouted that last word – and Siss understood what he meant by it. He sounded quite serious, and dangerous!.

LittleSiss shot back at him. “Sir, I object most adamantly! I have not had congress, as you have said, with a demon. I have yet to know a man, much less a demon!”

“We believe otherwise,” said the magistrate quite seriously. You are marked with the signs of one who has wantonly cavorted with a demon.”

“Guards,” the magistrate shouted, “strip her so we may see the evidence of her sinful nature!”

Siss endured yet another stripping. This time her clothes were torn and cut away, leaving them no more than rags. She clearly understood they’d not be returned to her again. She was once again naked and helpless before uncaring, ignorant men who had no goodwill towards her. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She tried to stand tall and confident, but her inner terror was apparent by her rapid breathing and trembling breasts!.

The three men rose out of their chairs and approached LittleSiss. She held her ground, not flinching as they approached.

“Observe,” the chief magistrate said, addressing the other two men, “though she is fair of face and form she is the devil’s own stepchild! See the supernumerary nipple betwixt her breasts, where the devil suckles! And see the demon’s handprint on the inside of her thigh, reaching for her sex.!

“I don’t have a supernumerary nipple at all!” Siss shouted back at the grim magistrate. ‘What you see ‘tis but a mole in the shape of a nipple, that is all! A mole I’ve had all my life! It is not even along my milk-line and therefore cannot be a false nipple. Don’t you learned men know that?” she pleaded. “And that is but a large blemish on my thigh, another birthmark since childhood. It doesn’t even look like a handprint, now does it?”

“Silence witch!” shouted the magistrate. “You are marked by the demon himself!

“Guards,” he shouted

“Off to the dungeon with this woman! And when you get her there tell the jailers to check her body carefully for other marks! I suspect there are more devilish signs hidden on her, perhaps under that lush brown bush – the devil’s triangle – that covers and conceals her nethers.! Tell them not to fail and examine all her secret places, every crease and fold of her flesh, especially her gaping slit that she has offered up to the demon! Go now! Remove her from my sight!”

“No, good sir,” shouts Siss. “I am innocent. I’ve done nothing like you’ve said. Whoever told you that is lying. Please, please,” Siss pleads, tears spilling from her eyes, her voice breathless and filled with terror, “release me!!! Please good sirs, I’m innocent!”

LittleSiss falls to her knees, her head bowed, her breasts hanging down. “This can’t be happening to me,” she cries out, her tears dropping to the floor. “I’m innocent! I’ve done nothing wrong!”

“The marks on your body belie your statements, woman!” The magistrate points an accusing finger at the crouching, terrified Siss. “The truth of your congress with the demon will be determined as factual! Now, away with her!”

The guards roughly jerk her to her feet. She is marched out of the magistrate’s room, naked and crying, to what cruel fate she cannot imagine.

“Oh God, please release me. Please!!!” Siss knows her piteous cries mean nothing to the men escorting her out of the building and into the street.

“Silence woman,” growls the guard, “do not try to bewitch us with your evil tongue!”

The air is cool in the early evening. LittleSiss is even more terrified now and is sweating heavily despite the chill. As can be expected her dark brown nipples quickly harden, becoming erect, and her areolas pucker as the cool air flows between her legs. Her slender frame shivers as she walks along, supported by the guards.

“Don’t worry, bitch.” says the guard, “you’ll soon be warm enough in the dungeons!”

The walk is not long. She is hustled through a heavy wooden door in a stone block wall. It leads down a dark flight of stairs. They enter a small room lit by feeble gas lights. There is a man sitting at a table. Several hallways lead off into darkness. Siss hears screams and moans in the distance. She must be in the dungeon! Her heart pounds, she is terrified!

Her guard reports to the jailer. “The magistrate wants this one examined for demon signs.”

The jailer looks up at Siss, disinterested. “Her name?”

“Sarah Dawn.”

“Ah, we’ve been expecting her. Let me log her in.”

Siss thinks, “he’s expecting me. What is going on here? How could they be? I was only just arrested!” Siss realizes she’s in much deeper trouble than she can imagine.

“The inquisitor is not here now. The inspection will have to start tomorrow.” The jailer closes his log and directs the guards to take Siss to a holding cell.

“We’ll leave her overnight. See to it that she’s properly suspended.”

Siss hears but does not imagine what this will entail. Her heart pounds…

The guards take Siss to an open room off one of the dark hallways. Siss sees a rope over a pulley attached to the ceiling. At one end the rope is tied to a bar at the end of which are leather cuffs. She groans, suddenly knowing what there’re about to do to her.

“Please don’t,” she begs. “Have some mercy! I don’t deserve this, please….”

The men are remorseless in their preparations. The lower the bar and untie Siss’ hands. She feels blood flowing back into her fingers. The guards are careful to hold Siss’ wrists tightly. The bar is lowered in front of her. They quickly attached the leather cuffs tightly around Siss’ wrists.

Siss is awfully aware that they intend to suspend her.

“Noooo, noooo,” she cries, trying to twist away but she cannot. With a quick pull on the rope Siss’ long arms are pulled over her head. Her chest expands, her ribs stand out. Then with another tug her body is jerked off the floor and she is left hanging by her wrists, her naked body swaying gently back and forth.

Siss screams in pain as she is hoisted aloft. Do they really mean to leave her like this until morning? Her mind cannot accept it. She’ll die by then!!! Her chest muscles will cramp up and she’ll be unable to breathe within a few hours! She’ll suffocate!

Siss feels her ankles being tied to a bar about two feet long. The bar is meant to keep her legs spread apart. “What now?” Siss wonders….

With a creak, the rope that hoisted her body up is released and she feels her feet touch the floor again, but only barely. The rope is tied off to a ring in the wall of the room. Siss is left hanging, her arms and feet spread. She is able to stand but only on her toes! Her foot muscles start cramping almost immediately!

So this how they intend to leave me, Siss realizes.

And so they do. LittleSiss is left hanging in the dungeon room by her arms, her feet barely touching the floor -- only enough to prevent her from suffocating. Her naked, slender body is quickly coated with sweat. Her breasts are pulled high on her chest. Their nipples thrust forward. Her long, lean legs are spread, their muscles taut and trembling as she tries to push up standing on her toes. Her full bush is quickly being soaked by sweat rolling down her abdomen. Her genitals still ache from the abuse she received back on the road. The pull on her arms and shoulders is awful. Their muscles cramp in agony.

“Have a pleasant evening, girlie,” the guards say laughingly as they leave Siss alone in the room.

Siss screams in helpless agony as she hangs. She cannot cry anymore – her tears have dried up. She is desperately thirsty, and morning is many hours away. How can she endure this agony all night?!!!

As if this wasn’t bad enough, now she really has to pee…!!!!
 
Part 6. The Next Day

LittleSiss could not reckon the actual passage of time as she hung in her dark cell. The night hours crept by with interminable slowness. She was wracked with the deepest despair over the horrible events that had happened to her just since sundown, and was in utter terror at what fate awaited her. Hours earlier she had been suspended naked from the ceiling of her cell, her feet barely touching the floor, forcing her to stand on tip-toe. Now her whole body was in mind-numbing, cramping pain. Her wrists were tied to an overhead bar that kept her outstretched arms at about a forty-five degree angle. Her long, lean legs were spread apart with an ankle bar to just more than a shoulder width separation. Precariously balanced on tip-toe, her cramped toes were bloody from scraping against the floor as she attempted to push up with her toes to relieve the relentless pull on her wrists, arms, and shoulders. This was very difficult to do with her legs spread apart! Her hands were purplish-blue from the compression of the wrists straps as she hung. Her whole body was taut and under extreme stress from being in this torturous position of suspension for hours. Her muscles, especially her shoulders, arms, thighs, and legs, were burning with severe cramps and experiencing painful spasms. It required extreme concentration and effort for Siss to maintain this position, even though little movement was possible. She sweated profusely when first strung up, but by the morning hours it had stopped. She was so dehydrated she had little water left to lose. Her skin was cold and clammy. The dungeon had turned cool and Siss’ body shuddered with occasional uncontrollable bouts of shivering.

They came back for Siss at dawn, about nine hours after she’d been suspended in her cell. The jailer turned up the gas light installed on one wall of her cell. Siss did not sense his presence until the light brightened. Her head was down, her breathing very shallow and rapid, as it had been for the last several hours. Her eyes were opened as narrow slits, moist and puffy from sobbing during the night. Though her body was wracked with the pain of suspension, she was in a kind of stupor brought about by her isolation from normal outside stimuli for so many hours. She had had only her pain to keep her company.

“Water, please,” she begged of the jailer when she detected his presence, barely raising her head.

“So, you’re still with us,” said the jailer with mock joviality as he stared at the suspended body of the young, naked woman. His nose wrinkled in disgust as he looked at her wastes on the floor. “My, my, what a mess you’ve made!

The cell stank of human wastes. Combined with Siss’ own dried sweat and unwashed body odor the smell was overwhelming. Siss had pissed during the night and was now standing in a puddle of her urine. Even more, she’s also shit herself which added to the rank odor of the room. Siss moaned softly and lifted her head as other persons entered her cell. “What next,” she thought, as fresh terror swept through her. She was naked, in great pain, exhausted, defenseless, and dreading what was going to happen.
Siss heard the voice of the jailer giving instructions to the two other figures in her cell. She forced her puffy eyelids open and noticed, with surprise, that they were women. Surprising, to Siss, they wore loincloths but were otherwise bare-breasted. One was older and had the thickened waist and heavier thighs that often went with middle age. She was very large breasted and had plenty of stretch marks to show she’d born at least one child. The other woman was not much younger but had a more slender figure and a much smaller bosom. Siss thought they made quite an odd couple and wondered how they come to be here. Their absolutely minimal amount of clothing indicated they might be prisoners themselves, probably trustees given some routine duties in exchange for more privileges.

“Cute one, huh?” observed the woman Siss simply decided to think of as “big-tits”. The jailer nodded in leering agreement. He took a long up and down sweep of Siss’ young, taut body, especially the sleek, toned musculature of her thighs and calves, and her thrusting breasts with their hard nipples centered perfectly in their brown, slightly puffy areolas.

“Yeah! Quite a lovely little piece ain’t she,” he replied admiringly. “Bet she’s a tight fit.” Stepping carefully to avoid her puddled urine, he got as close as possible to Siss. He put his hand in her groin and inserted a finger or two between her labia and into her vagina. Siss tensed, feeling a piercing pain, and twisted a bit, but knew she could not escape his abuse. She was only hoping he wouldn’t attack her as badly as she’d been the night before. She wanted to spit in his face, but had no spittle in her dry mouth. Then she remembered the last time she did it and what happened to her – and was glad she didn’t have the spit after all!.

The jailer felt her vaginal muscles tighten around his fingers. “Oh yeah, a nice tight cunny on this one! A bit dry though. Damn, bitch, if you didn’t stink so bad and we had more time, I’d have a go at you. Really get your juices flowing. You’d love it too!” He stroked the front of his trousers and grabbed the fabric. “Got a real treat for you here, my girl,” he proclaimed proudly, thrusting his hips forward at her.

Siss stared down at the floor, horribly embarrassed, but could not help but see the bulge of his tumescent cock pushing against the inside of his trousers. He cupped her genitals with his palm, giving them a tight squeeze. Siss jerked at the stab of pain she knew came from whatever damage she’d sustained down there. Laughing, he grabbed at her full breasts with his hands, squeezing them tightly and painfully rolling her nipples between his fingers. Siss yelped and struggled with this assault upon her dignity, but couldn’t resist. Her breasts still ached from last night’s assault by the men who abducted her off the street. Brutes all behave the same, she thought as she withstood his attack on her defenseless body. Her bloodied toes scraped across the stone floor as she tried to keep her balance. Everything hurt like hell!

Done playing with her breasts, the jailer walked around her suspended body, eyeing her up and down. Her long brown hair fell halfway down her back. The ends were damp from her profuse sweating earlier. He ran his hand through her hair, gently stroking it. Suddenly he grabbed and squeezed her ass cheeks, catching Siss off guard. She yelped once again at this new physical assault on her. He slapped her hard on the buttocks, repeatedly, watching the toned muscles undulate with his strikes. “Nice firm ass, too,” he casually observed, as though he was inspecting a piece of meat and not manhandling a live, helpless woman.

He turned to the women and issued instructions. “Clean this filth up, and wash her well. Then give her water, whatever she can take, and some food – bread, stew, whatever is cooked up for today. The Inquisitor likes ‘em fresh and alert at the beginning of interrogation. Careful with her, though, she’s a strong one. Keep her hands bound and legs hobbled.”

The jailer left and the two women began their duties.

First, they untied the rope that kept Siss elevated from the iron ring in the wall. Siss was expecting to be lowered down, but instead they together tugged on it raising Siss completely off the ground by about a foot. Siss grunted with the pain that slashed through her shoulders and arms and she hung solely from her wrists, her body slightly swaying. She was breathing hard and began to perspire again. Siss had a sudden urge to piss but only let go a quick spurt that splashed into the puddle already on the floor. The skinny woman, who Siss thought of as “tiny tits,” noticed.

“If ya need to piss or crap some more do it now, before we clean up. You mess this floor again you’ll have to clean it, or live in it!” Tiny-tits glared at her, almost daring her to piss some more.

“I’m done,” Siss grunted, as she hung patiently, stretched out. Siss was dehydrated; she had no more piss and didn’t need to shit. If she had to in front of these women it would have been a supreme humiliation. But it might be worth it just to see them have to clean up another big dump!

The pains in her wrists and shoulders were quickly escalating. She moaned as she saw the women leaving her cell. “Please take me down,” Siss begged to the women, tears again flooding her eyes. “I, I can’t stand this any longer!”

“Don’t worry, cunt,” big-tits said over her shoulder. “We’ll be right back. Don’t go nowheres now!” The women’s cackling laughter followed them down the hallway as they went to obtain cleaning supplies.

Siss hung in agony much worse that what she had endured during the night. At least then she was standing on her toes. Endless minutes passed and the two bare-breasted women finally returned bringing buckets of steaming water that smelled of a strong cleansing agent and stiff-bristled brooms.

They went about their work methodically, as though a naked, sobbing, young woman was not hanging in the center of the room. They flung the water against the floor and flushed Siss’ wastes down the drain. They scrubbed with the brooms and flushed again. Without a word they departed and again left Siss alone and hanging by her wrists in her cell.

“Dear gods,” she moaned. “How much longer…”

In a few minutes they returned with more buckets of water. Siss smelled strong lye soap and again saw that the water was steaming. This time they lowered Siss down far enough so her feet were in full contact with the floor. No more standing on her toes! Her arms were still over her head, but with much of the strain off her arms and shoulders the cramping eased. Her legs were wobbly and her thigh muscles trembled as she tried to stand up normally on the wet floor. Because of the bar between her ankles she could not bring her legs together under her body. Her spread legs gave way, and for a few moments she was again hanging from her wrists before she was able to keep her legs steady.

“Thank you,” hissed Siss, but her dry mouth did not let her form words properly.

“Please, some water,” Siss begged.

“You’ll get your water soon enough girl,” replied tiny-tits rather unsympathetically. “Right now we gotta clean you up. You stink like shit, and the Inquisitor don’ wanna talk with a bitch what stinks like you do!”

The women took cloths soaked in the soapy water and began thoroughly and roughly washing Siss’ body down from her head to her toes. The warm water felt good, but the strong lye soap stung her eyes. She knew she stank and was soiled.

Siss was always one to keep herself meticulously clean, as much as living conditions allowed. It had disgusted her when she had to piss a short time after she’d been left alone last night. She tried to hold her urine but the pressure became too strong. When she finally made the decision to piss she couldn’t, despite the urgent pressure in her bladder. She bore down and a few drops of urine fell to the floor beneath her. With a bit more bearing down the drops became a dribble that soon became a strong ragged stream that splashed down between her thighs. As awful as the pissing was, when the pressure in her bowels built up she knew she’d probably have to shit too. She tried to squeeze her anal sphincter but soon the pressure in her lower abdomen became too much to bear. She released her sphincter muscle and her wastes dropped to the floor, splashing into the urine puddle and forming a stinking mound. She was disgusted, not only that she’d been forced to relieve herself, but also because the piled shit and its stink had to remain under her all night. She was standing in her own wastes. How disgusting!!! She couldn’t clean herself either, and that made her feel even more disgusted. Now, at last, she welcomed her body being washed, even if it was done by two rough, uncaring women..

The women started with Siss’ head and washed downward. Siss blushed a deep red when they washed her breasts, between her legs and ass cheeks, and especially her pudendum. Humiliated, she wished they could have just lowered her down and told her to wash herself. But at least she wasn’t soiled anymore. The rough scrubbing with the harsh lye soap had burned her genitals to the point of bringing tears to her eyes. Siss still did not know the extent of her injuries down there from the indecent assault of the day before. She endured the rough, but thorough, washing. A final head-to-toe rinse with two buckets of cold, clean water was a shock that left Siss chicken-bumped and shivering.

The women then lowered Siss’ dripping wet body down completely by releasing the rope that had held her suspended all night. She at first sat on the wet floor then toppled over onto her side, her muscles trembling. She shivered from the cold water rinse off. The women freed her hands from the bar they’d been tied to but immediately shackled her wrists together in front of her body. As soon as her legs were freed from the bar between her ankles Siss pulled her legs to her chest and curled up into a tight ball. The women applied the hobble leather strap to her ankles as she lay on the hard stone floor. They dragged her against the wall and mopped up the water left from her washing.

Siss felt blood flowing normally through arms, shoulders, and especially her hands. She noticed her hands began to turn a more natural color but they felt as though they were being painfully pierced by pins. Siss tried to flex her fingers but it was too painful. She wouldn’t have been able to wash herself if she’d tried. She felt her overstretched and cramped muscles slowly relax. Her head on the floor, she watched as a cockroach scuttled into view. Siss normally despised roaches, but she was too tired to react. She watched the insect travel past her field of view as everything slowly faded out….

Siss eyes popped open when she heard a woman’s sharp voice ordering her to wake up. Her face was being slapped.. She been asleep for a while, but how long? The floor had dried out quite a lot so she figured it may have been at least an hour or so. A leg chain around one ankle was secured to the wall behind her.

“Sit up, girl,” big-tits ordered as she slapped her face. “Up against the wall!” Siss watched as the woman’s massive mams bounced and swayed as she moved around the cell. She wondered what carrying all that weight on her chest would feel like.

Siss obediently slid against the wall behind her. Siss’ mouth was as dry as dirt, and her empty stomach growled. Dared she hope for water, and some food?!! But big-tits only pointed to a hole in the floor. Next to it was a bucket with a stick in it. “If ya need to piss or shit better do it there, or we’ll make ya lick it up. Use the sponge to wipe your ass.”

Then little-tits entered carrying a bucket of water in one hand and balancing a tray on the other arm. Siss smelled something delicious waft in the air. Her hunger pangs felt all the more sharp in anticipation of something to eat.

Little-tits dipped a cup into the bucket of water and handed it to Siss. She immediately gulped it down, savoring the water though it tasted slightly brackish. She was allowed to keep the cup. The bucket of water was left also. Little-tits then passed her a bowl of some sort of thick soup and a chuck of stale bread. Both women then left Siss’ cell, no doubt to carry out other duties.

The soup smelled much better than it looked. Globs of fat floated in a brownish-grey fluid. Siss identified chunks of turnip, onions, and a few bits of meat, as best she could make out. Other things floating in the oily liquid were unidentifiable. It didn’t matter. Siss was starving and she wolfed it down. The bread was too hard to chew directly. She dipped it in the water to moisten it. She chewed it slowly and ate every last crumb.

After eating, Siss took time to take a personal assessment of her physical condition, especially what had happened between her legs. Her hands were loosely shackled at the wrists. Her wrists were a vivid purple and blue from the effects of hanging and the flesh was extremely tender to the touch. There was still some numbness in her hands but she had no loss of circulation and full use of her fingers now. She spread her thighs apart and sat back on her ass, elevating her pelvis. She cautiously ran her fingers into the soft curls of her pubic hair, then between the double doors of her labia. She felt pain, swelling, and wetness along their folds. When she withdrew her hands she saw both dried and fresh blood on her fingers. Apparently she’d been rather badly torn up by her brutish assailant of the night before. No doubt it was his rough fingernails that had badly raked her tender flesh as he savaged her genitals. The rough washing she received had broken apart scabs, allowing fresh blood to flow. Her stomach turned over at the thought of what she might see had she a mirror to examine herself properly. She put her hands back and checked towards the back of her vaginal orifice. There was no pain there and her perineum seemed undamaged. She then slid her fingers towards the front. She felt along the folds of her clitoral hood and gently stroked her clitoris. She felt no pain, only a brief flicker of pleasure. It reminded her of the last pleasurable thought she had since before her abduction. That of going home, having a cup of her favorite tea, and a quiet evening alone with herself…

Siss sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks, feeling completely abandoned and terrified. She was chained naked in a dungeon cell, for god’s sake!!!!! She was accused unjustly of terrible crimes! Short of actual rape, she’d been terribly abused!! How had her life that she loved so much so suddenly turned to such a nightmare? She again rolled over on her side and curled up in a ball, crying herself to sleep.

The day dragged on, and evening approached. During the day, alone in her cell, Siss heard screams and howls of pain echoing throughout the dungeon. She felt sick. Was this to be her fate – more torture? Another chunk of stale bread was tossed in her cell, apparently her supper, along with the brackish water. Later Siss slept restlessly, uncomfortable on the stone floor, her limbs still aching from her suspension the night before. She got up twice in the evening to squat over the hole in the floor and piss. She paced back and forth in her dark cell, as far as her chain would allow her, terrified as she could be.

Towards dawn exhaustion claimed her and she finally rested more peacefully. She was in a deep dream. It all seemed so perfectly real. She was with her brother Hal treating patients, seeing old friends. There was laughter. Everyone one loved her, and she loved them back. She was the happiest she’d ever been.

Suddenly Siss felt an incredible coldness roll over her. Her beautiful dream vanished as her eyes blinked open. She was lying on the floor of her dungeon, naked, and shivering from the cold buckets of water that had just been poured over her. A sickening feeling swept through her. Reality returned, and something bad, very bad, was about to happen to her. She knew it for an absolute certainty.

The jailer was back. Instinctively she tried to cover herself. “Get up bitch,” he commanded as he threw her a rag with which to dry herself. “The Inquisitor wants to see you!”
 
Poor Siss! Never knowing her ...
 
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shevak2006 said:
Part 6. The Next Day

LittleSiss could not reckon the actual passage of time as she hung in her dark cell. The night hours crept by with interminable slowness. She was wracked with the deepest despair over the horrible events that had happened to her just since sundown, and was in utter terror at what fate awaited her. Hours earlier she had been suspended naked from the ceiling of her cell, her feet barely touching the floor, forcing her to stand on tip-toe. Now her whole body was in mind-numbing, cramping pain. Her wrists were tied to an overhead bar that kept her outstretched arms at about a forty-five degree angle. Her long, lean legs were spread apart with an ankle bar to just more than a shoulder width separation. Precariously balanced on tip-toe, her cramped toes were bloody from scraping against the floor as she attempted to push up with her toes to relieve the relentless pull on her wrists, arms, and shoulders. This was very difficult to do with her legs spread apart! Her hands were purplish-blue from the compression of the wrists straps as she hung. Her whole body was taut and under extreme stress from being in this torturous position of suspension for hours. Her muscles, especially her shoulders, arms, thighs, and legs, were burning with severe cramps and experiencing painful spasms. It required extreme concentration and effort for Siss to maintain this position, even though little movement was possible. She sweated profusely when first strung up, but by the morning hours it had stopped. She was so dehydrated she had little water left to lose. Her skin was cold and clammy. The dungeon had turned cool and Siss’ body shuddered with occasional uncontrollable bouts of shivering.

They came back for Siss at dawn, about nine hours after she’d been suspended in her cell. The jailer turned up the gas light installed on one wall of her cell. Siss did not sense his presence until the light brightened. Her head was down, her breathing very shallow and rapid, as it had been for the last several hours. Her eyes were opened as narrow slits, moist and puffy from sobbing during the night. Though her body was wracked with the pain of suspension, she was in a kind of stupor brought about by her isolation from normal outside stimuli for so many hours. She had had only her pain to keep her company.

“Water, please,” she begged of the jailer when she detected his presence, barely raising her head.

“So, you’re still with us,” said the jailer with mock joviality as he stared at the suspended body of the young, naked woman. His nose wrinkled in disgust as he looked at her wastes on the floor. “My, my, what a mess you’ve made!

The cell stank of human wastes. Combined with Siss’ own dried sweat and unwashed body odor the smell was overwhelming. Siss had pissed during the night and was now standing in a puddle of her urine. Even more, she’s also shit herself which added to the rank odor of the room. Siss moaned softly and lifted her head as other persons entered her cell. “What next,” she thought, as fresh terror swept through her. She was naked, in great pain, exhausted, defenseless, and dreading what was going to happen.
Siss heard the voice of the jailer giving instructions to the two other figures in her cell. She forced her puffy eyelids open and noticed, with surprise, that they were women. Surprising, to Siss, they wore loincloths but were otherwise bare-breasted. One was older and had the thickened waist and heavier thighs that often went with middle age. She was very large breasted and had plenty of stretch marks to show she’d born at least one child. The other woman was not much younger but had a more slender figure and a much smaller bosom. Siss thought they made quite an odd couple and wondered how they come to be here. Their absolutely minimal amount of clothing indicated they might be prisoners themselves, probably trustees given some routine duties in exchange for more privileges.

“Cute one, huh?” observed the woman Siss simply decided to think of as “big-tits”. The jailer nodded in leering agreement. He took a long up and down sweep of Siss’ young, taut body, especially the sleek, toned musculature of her thighs and calves, and her thrusting breasts with their hard nipples centered perfectly in their brown, slightly puffy areolas.

“Yeah! Quite a lovely little piece ain’t she,” he replied admiringly. “Bet she’s a tight fit.” Stepping carefully to avoid her puddled urine, he got as close as possible to Siss. He put his hand in her groin and inserted a finger or two between her labia and into her vagina. Siss tensed, feeling a piercing pain, and twisted a bit, but knew she could not escape his abuse. She was only hoping he wouldn’t attack her as badly as she’d been the night before. She wanted to spit in his face, but had no spittle in her dry mouth. Then she remembered the last time she did it and what happened to her – and was glad she didn’t have the spit after all!.

The jailer felt her vaginal muscles tighten around his fingers. “Oh yeah, a nice tight cunny on this one! A bit dry though. Damn, bitch, if you didn’t stink so bad and we had more time, I’d have a go at you. Really get your juices flowing. You’d love it too!” He stroked the front of his trousers and grabbed the fabric. “Got a real treat for you here, my girl,” he proclaimed proudly, thrusting his hips forward at her.

Siss stared down at the floor, horribly embarrassed, but could not help but see the bulge of his tumescent cock pushing against the inside of his trousers. He cupped her genitals with his palm, giving them a tight squeeze. Siss jerked at the stab of pain she knew came from whatever damage she’d sustained down there. Laughing, he grabbed at her full breasts with his hands, squeezing them tightly and painfully rolling her nipples between his fingers. Siss yelped and struggled with this assault upon her dignity, but couldn’t resist. Her breasts still ached from last night’s assault by the men who abducted her off the street. Brutes all behave the same, she thought as she withstood his attack on her defenseless body. Her bloodied toes scraped across the stone floor as she tried to keep her balance. Everything hurt like hell!

Done playing with her breasts, the jailer walked around her suspended body, eyeing her up and down. Her long brown hair fell halfway down her back. The ends were damp from her profuse sweating earlier. He ran his hand through her hair, gently stroking it. Suddenly he grabbed and squeezed her ass cheeks, catching Siss off guard. She yelped once again at this new physical assault on her. He slapped her hard on the buttocks, repeatedly, watching the toned muscles undulate with his strikes. “Nice firm ass, too,” he casually observed, as though he was inspecting a piece of meat and not manhandling a live, helpless woman.

He turned to the women and issued instructions. “Clean this filth up, and wash her well. Then give her water, whatever she can take, and some food – bread, stew, whatever is cooked up for today. The Inquisitor likes ‘em fresh and alert at the beginning of interrogation. Careful with her, though, she’s a strong one. Keep her hands bound and legs hobbled.”

The jailer left and the two women began their duties.

First, they untied the rope that kept Siss elevated from the iron ring in the wall. Siss was expecting to be lowered down, but instead they together tugged on it raising Siss completely off the ground by about a foot. Siss grunted with the pain that slashed through her shoulders and arms and she hung solely from her wrists, her body slightly swaying. She was breathing hard and began to perspire again. Siss had a sudden urge to piss but only let go a quick spurt that splashed into the puddle already on the floor. The skinny woman, who Siss thought of as “tiny tits,” noticed.

“If ya need to piss or crap some more do it now, before we clean up. You mess this floor again you’ll have to clean it, or live in it!” Tiny-tits glared at her, almost daring her to piss some more.

“I’m done,” Siss grunted, as she hung patiently, stretched out. Siss was dehydrated; she had no more piss and didn’t need to shit. If she had to in front of these women it would have been a supreme humiliation. But it might be worth it just to see them have to clean up another big dump!

The pains in her wrists and shoulders were quickly escalating. She moaned as she saw the women leaving her cell. “Please take me down,” Siss begged to the women, tears again flooding her eyes. “I, I can’t stand this any longer!”

“Don’t worry, cunt,” big-tits said over her shoulder. “We’ll be right back. Don’t go nowheres now!” The women’s cackling laughter followed them down the hallway as they went to obtain cleaning supplies.

Siss hung in agony much worse that what she had endured during the night. At least then she was standing on her toes. Endless minutes passed and the two bare-breasted women finally returned bringing buckets of steaming water that smelled of a strong cleansing agent and stiff-bristled brooms.

They went about their work methodically, as though a naked, sobbing, young woman was not hanging in the center of the room. They flung the water against the floor and flushed Siss’ wastes down the drain. They scrubbed with the brooms and flushed again. Without a word they departed and again left Siss alone and hanging by her wrists in her cell.

“Dear gods,” she moaned. “How much longer…”

In a few minutes they returned with more buckets of water. Siss smelled strong lye soap and again saw that the water was steaming. This time they lowered Siss down far enough so her feet were in full contact with the floor. No more standing on her toes! Her arms were still over her head, but with much of the strain off her arms and shoulders the cramping eased. Her legs were wobbly and her thigh muscles trembled as she tried to stand up normally on the wet floor. Because of the bar between her ankles she could not bring her legs together under her body. Her spread legs gave way, and for a few moments she was again hanging from her wrists before she was able to keep her legs steady.

“Thank you,” hissed Siss, but her dry mouth did not let her form words properly.

“Please, some water,” Siss begged.

“You’ll get your water soon enough girl,” replied tiny-tits rather unsympathetically. “Right now we gotta clean you up. You stink like shit, and the Inquisitor don’ wanna talk with a bitch what stinks like you do!”

The women took cloths soaked in the soapy water and began thoroughly and roughly washing Siss’ body down from her head to her toes. The warm water felt good, but the strong lye soap stung her eyes. She knew she stank and was soiled.

Siss was always one to keep herself meticulously clean, as much as living conditions allowed. It had disgusted her when she had to piss a short time after she’d been left alone last night. She tried to hold her urine but the pressure became too strong. When she finally made the decision to piss she couldn’t, despite the urgent pressure in her bladder. She bore down and a few drops of urine fell to the floor beneath her. With a bit more bearing down the drops became a dribble that soon became a strong ragged stream that splashed down between her thighs. As awful as the pissing was, when the pressure in her bowels built up she knew she’d probably have to shit too. She tried to squeeze her anal sphincter but soon the pressure in her lower abdomen became too much to bear. She released her sphincter muscle and her wastes dropped to the floor, splashing into the urine puddle and forming a stinking mound. She was disgusted, not only that she’d been forced to relieve herself, but also because the piled shit and its stink had to remain under her all night. She was standing in her own wastes. How disgusting!!! She couldn’t clean herself either, and that made her feel even more disgusted. Now, at last, she welcomed her body being washed, even if it was done by two rough, uncaring women..

The women started with Siss’ head and washed downward. Siss blushed a deep red when they washed her breasts, between her legs and ass cheeks, and especially her pudendum. Humiliated, she wished they could have just lowered her down and told her to wash herself. But at least she wasn’t soiled anymore. The rough scrubbing with the harsh lye soap had burned her genitals to the point of bringing tears to her eyes. Siss still did not know the extent of her injuries down there from the indecent assault of the day before. She endured the rough, but thorough, washing. A final head-to-toe rinse with two buckets of cold, clean water was a shock that left Siss chicken-bumped and shivering.

The women then lowered Siss’ dripping wet body down completely by releasing the rope that had held her suspended all night. She at first sat on the wet floor then toppled over onto her side, her muscles trembling. She shivered from the cold water rinse off. The women freed her hands from the bar they’d been tied to but immediately shackled her wrists together in front of her body. As soon as her legs were freed from the bar between her ankles Siss pulled her legs to her chest and curled up into a tight ball. The women applied the hobble leather strap to her ankles as she lay on the hard stone floor. They dragged her against the wall and mopped up the water left from her washing.

Siss felt blood flowing normally through arms, shoulders, and especially her hands. She noticed her hands began to turn a more natural color but they felt as though they were being painfully pierced by pins. Siss tried to flex her fingers but it was too painful. She wouldn’t have been able to wash herself if she’d tried. She felt her overstretched and cramped muscles slowly relax. Her head on the floor, she watched as a cockroach scuttled into view. Siss normally despised roaches, but she was too tired to react. She watched the insect travel past her field of view as everything slowly faded out….

Siss eyes popped open when she heard a woman’s sharp voice ordering her to wake up. Her face was being slapped.. She been asleep for a while, but how long? The floor had dried out quite a lot so she figured it may have been at least an hour or so. A leg chain around one ankle was secured to the wall behind her.

“Sit up, girl,” big-tits ordered as she slapped her face. “Up against the wall!” Siss watched as the woman’s massive mams bounced and swayed as she moved around the cell. She wondered what carrying all that weight on her chest would feel like.

Siss obediently slid against the wall behind her. Siss’ mouth was as dry as dirt, and her empty stomach growled. Dared she hope for water, and some food?!! But big-tits only pointed to a hole in the floor. Next to it was a bucket with a stick in it. “If ya need to piss or shit better do it there, or we’ll make ya lick it up. Use the sponge to wipe your ass.”

Then little-tits entered carrying a bucket of water in one hand and balancing a tray on the other arm. Siss smelled something delicious waft in the air. Her hunger pangs felt all the more sharp in anticipation of something to eat.

Little-tits dipped a cup into the bucket of water and handed it to Siss. She immediately gulped it down, savoring the water though it tasted slightly brackish. She was allowed to keep the cup. The bucket of water was left also. Little-tits then passed her a bowl of some sort of thick soup and a chuck of stale bread. Both women then left Siss’ cell, no doubt to carry out other duties.

The soup smelled much better than it looked. Globs of fat floated in a brownish-grey fluid. Siss identified chunks of turnip, onions, and a few bits of meat, as best she could make out. Other things floating in the oily liquid were unidentifiable. It didn’t matter. Siss was starving and she wolfed it down. The bread was too hard to chew directly. She dipped it in the water to moisten it. She chewed it slowly and ate every last crumb.

After eating, Siss took time to take a personal assessment of her physical condition, especially what had happened between her legs. Her hands were loosely shackled at the wrists. Her wrists were a vivid purple and blue from the effects of hanging and the flesh was extremely tender to the touch. There was still some numbness in her hands but she had no loss of circulation and full use of her fingers now. She spread her thighs apart and sat back on her ass, elevating her pelvis. She cautiously ran her fingers into the soft curls of her pubic hair, then between the double doors of her labia. She felt pain, swelling, and wetness along their folds. When she withdrew her hands she saw both dried and fresh blood on her fingers. Apparently she’d been rather badly torn up by her brutish assailant of the night before. No doubt it was his rough fingernails that had badly raked her tender flesh as he savaged her genitals. The rough washing she received had broken apart scabs, allowing fresh blood to flow. Her stomach turned over at the thought of what she might see had she a mirror to examine herself properly. She put her hands back and checked towards the back of her vaginal orifice. There was no pain there and her perineum seemed undamaged. She then slid her fingers towards the front. She felt along the folds of her clitoral hood and gently stroked her clitoris. She felt no pain, only a brief flicker of pleasure. It reminded her of the last pleasurable thought she had since before her abduction. That of going home, having a cup of her favorite tea, and a quiet evening alone with herself…

Siss sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks, feeling completely abandoned and terrified. She was chained naked in a dungeon cell, for god’s sake!!!!! She was accused unjustly of terrible crimes! Short of actual rape, she’d been terribly abused!! How had her life that she loved so much so suddenly turned to such a nightmare? She again rolled over on her side and curled up in a ball, crying herself to sleep.

The day dragged on, and evening approached. During the day, alone in her cell, Siss heard screams and howls of pain echoing throughout the dungeon. She felt sick. Was this to be her fate – more torture? Another chunk of stale bread was tossed in her cell, apparently her supper, along with the brackish water. Later Siss slept restlessly, uncomfortable on the stone floor, her limbs still aching from her suspension the night before. She got up twice in the evening to squat over the hole in the floor and piss. She paced back and forth in her dark cell, as far as her chain would allow her, terrified as she could be.

Towards dawn exhaustion claimed her and she finally rested more peacefully. She was in a deep dream. It all seemed so perfectly real. She was with her brother Hal treating patients, seeing old friends. There was laughter. Everyone one loved her, and she loved them back. She was the happiest she’d ever been.

Suddenly Siss felt an incredible coldness roll over her. Her beautiful dream vanished as her eyes blinked open. She was lying on the floor of her dungeon, naked, and shivering from the cold buckets of water that had just been poured over her. A sickening feeling swept through her. Reality returned, and something bad, very bad, was about to happen to her. She knew it for an absolute certainty.

The jailer was back. Instinctively she tried to cover herself. “Get up bitch,” he commanded as he threw her a rag with which to dry herself. “The Inquisitor wants to see you!”
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Great story Shevak! You left me hanging! What's next?
 
roxie said:
Great story Shevak! You left me hanging! What's next?
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The story is almost two years old. I couldn't figure out an original angle from this point. Anything I could think of seemed so predictable. Plus, I didn't have the time to devote to the writing. As is, it's much like a bridge to nowhere.

Anyone who wants to pick up the story from here and finish it is free to do so. I'd actually love to see how someone else would finish it.
 
shevak2006 said:
The story is almost two years old. I couldn't figure out an original angle from this point. Anything I could think of seemed so predictable. Plus, I didn't have the time to devote to the writing. As is, it's much like a bridge to nowhere.

Anyone who wants to pick up the story from here and finish it is free to do so. I'd actually love to see how someone else would finish it.
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He has kept me waiting for oh so long!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :(:doh::eek:;)
 
shevak2006 said:
The story is almost two years old. I couldn't figure out an original angle from this point. Anything I could think of seemed so predictable. Plus, I didn't have the time to devote to the writing. As is, it's much like a bridge to nowhere.

Anyone who wants to pick up the story from here and finish it is free to do so. I'd actually love to see how someone else would finish it.
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Oh, Shevak!

I can't predict it! It was superb when you left it!

Come on, Bro! You can do it!

:)
 
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