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!”