Chapter 21: Suffering
Alisa gasped as she was stuck on the wheel, bound by wrists and ankles and stretched out like an X. The wheel was slightly leaning backwards and high enough so she could oversee the entire stage. The customers, as the director called them, were prepared to take turns so each could enjoy what the others were doing. This also forced the girls to watch what the other girls were enduring, which added to the general misery they experienced.
Andrea was placed on the wooden horse and she cursed loud when her crotch was pressed hard on the sharp edge of the contraption. Her arms were tied behind her back, but lifted slightly so she was forced to lean forward a little, just enough to force her slit to carry most of her weight. Her legs were cuffed and tied to the sides of the horse, pulling her downward in such a way she could not lift herself to find any relief. And since she kept cursing, they stuffed a ball gag in her mouth, making her emitted cries and grunts sound muffled. It was clear to all that she was suffering and where the girls all shivered and trembled at the display of agony from their sister in need, the men equally enjoyed it all, applauding the man who was going to explore Andrea’s limits. To which he swore he was going much further, to see if he could wear the woman out this time. To this effect he had brought sharp clamps with him, something he had not used the previous time, clamps that were applied to her nipples to make her gasp and cry out in even more agony. Especially since the clamps were weighted, which caused her nipples and breasts to stretch painfully.
While Andrea was left to suffer in this manner, they all turned their attention to Charlotte, who was balancing on her toes with her arms pulled up high over her head. The Arab ordered his servant to whip her with a nasty looking flogger. The strands of the flogger had knots at the ends, which bit hard into her skin wherever they struck. She was allowed to turn her body around when she wanted, and the servant was skilled enough to hit a certain spot in such a way, she could not bear it any longer and turned around to avoid further inflicted pain in that spot, making fresh areas on the other side of her body available. In this way the servant struck her legs front and back, slowly going up, hitting her butt until she was bleeding, making her turn around to receive a whole series of lashes to her stomach. She turned again, while crying and weeping, giving access to her back, enduring the whipping until her backside from shoulders to hips was bleeding as well. Only in the last instance, when she could not take it anymore and when she was no longer able to support her weight with her toes, did she turn around to receive more terrible lashes over her breasts, making her squeal and cry out in horror until she finally fainted. This had taken almost half an hour but all the men had enjoyed watching that and nobody was impatient. The girls were all very despondent after this display of pure sadism and they dreaded their own treatment all the more.
Next the twins were destined to be raped and the Turk unleashed his mastiffs on them to do just that. The dogs apparently were trained for this because they immediately attacked the two weeping and screaming girls by licking them between their legs before jumping on them with sharp nailed paws, scratching their breasts and sides, and pressing immense penises against their tight crotches. Annika fainted when she was deflowered by the dog, who had no trouble forcing his entire penis straight into her tight orifice, tearing her hymen without much difficulty. Kajsa screamed just as loud as her still young and tight vagina was equally torn open by the merciless dog that mounted her. She didn’t faint though and endured the ripping and tearing of her vagina in full consciousness. The other girls watched in horror how the two dogs were rutting the Swedish girls and raped them with such speed and ferocity, it was unclear how the two girls were going to survive such an ordeal. And all the time the Turk encouraged his hounds with shouts and cheers. The other men also clearly enjoyed this display of abuse and some even applauded. But the real fun started when the dogs managed to get their knots into the girls as well, after which they erupted inside their bodies. Kajsa was retching and sobbing in response to the dogs orgasm. Annika had come around by this time and was also retching and crying while she suffered this absolutely demeaning act of violence on her body. Then both girls suffered greatly when the dogs tried to climb off the girls and pull out of them, which was impossible because of the swollen knots that kept their cocks trapped inside the girls. After a lot of pulling, howling of the animals, wailing and screaming of the girls and horrific suffering by them, the dogs finally managed to free themselves and they both received treats from their owner, after which they could rest a little. Alisa felt sick when she noticed how both animals laid down on the floor, panting and almost grinning with satisfaction or so it seemed, while the two Swedish girls howled and whimpered, sobbing about the pain in their torn vaginas.
Alisa was next. One of the guards took position next to the wheel and started to rotate it. She cried out when she slowly got turned upside down and there was nothing she could do to stop this or make it less frightening. And when she was turned upside down, it still didn’t stop as she got turned further, making a full circle and then a second one and a third. She cried and gasped several times while her body shifted weight while hanging by the cuffs around her wrists and her ankles. She was kept outstretched and tightly fixed to the rotating wheel. She got really dizzy and had a hard time to focus on what was happening around her. She did notice the French man standing in front of her, holding something. And she gagged when she realized he was holding a flogger, similar to the one that had been used on Charlotte. With a loud cry she felt the strands of the flogger hit her full on her breasts, which quickly turned out to be the main focus of the man as he kept hitting her on her breasts, no matter if she was upside down or right side up. While she cried out in horrible agony, she realized her breasts were all the time shifting up and down and side to side while she was being turned over. The flogger kept hitting her breasts from different angles, not so much because the man struck her differently, but because her breasts were hanging at different angles all the time. Soon it felt like her entire chest was ablaze and she started to shake no matter how brave she tried to endure this ordeal. Finally it ended with her upside down and the whipping stopped. She hung there, panting and shivering, her breasts deformed by gravity, her skin red and swollen from the terrible flogging. All she could do to recover was wait and take deep breaths while she had to watch what was in store for the last woman of the group.
Carolina had been placed on her knees with her arms tied to the short pole behind her. Her position was very uncomfortable, but she was mostly shaking with fear after having witnessed the torture of the others. However, when she saw what the big Texan had planned for her, she cried out and frantically pulled at the straps holding her in place. A brazier with a fire already burning in it, was carefully carried over to her. In the fire several iron rods were heating up. Carolina whimpered and tried to twist herself as far away from the clearly felt heat of the fire.
“Time for some cattle branding,” said the man after he spat in the fire, causing it to hiss. Carolina was so scared, she tried to get to her feet, twisting her body so far she almost dislocated her shoulders. The guards quickly put her back in place, this time also tying ropes around her legs to keep her in a kneeling position, and tying a strap around her neck to keep her upright. She wailed and cried and begged for mercy. The other women howled with her, also begging for mercy. Until the guards were told to shut them all up and they went around with floggers to whip them all until all the girls were only silently weeping.
“You are making such a noise,” said the Texan while he took out one of the irons. It was a straight metal bar, the tip glowing bright yellow, almost white. Without any hesitation he pressed the glowing hot metal against her thigh. Her skin hissed, smoke curled up around the iron and she screamed out loud in absolute agony.
“There, not so bad, is it?” he asked cruelly. He tossed the iron back into the fire and now he took a thin metal skewer.
“I like my meat skewered though,” he said, “for the barbecue.”
Carolina wept and screamed when he kneeled in front of her, taking hold of her left breast and squeezing her flesh to flatten the nipple between his fingers. He then pressed the sharp tip of the skewer into her areola and then through her breast to come out at the other side. Carolina was retching in pain and horror and to make it worse he next skewered her other nipple with the same pointy rod.
“Look, nice shish kebab,” he laughed while pulling the rod upward and thereby lifting both her breasts higher up. “They love shish kebab here, right? I know I do.”
A thin rope was tied around the metal rod, between her nipples, which was then tied around her neck while pulling both breasts up. Her nipples were almost up to her chin now and the undersides of her breasts were stretched out.
The Texan took another iron from the hot coals. The tip was bent at a 90 degrees angle and it was bright hot. Carolina wailed and cried, when he aimed it at the flat underside of her left breast. The metal hissed against her skin and she screamed in absolute agony. He didn’t keep it there for long but after taking it off, he applied it a second time, causing a parallel burn next to the scarred vertical line. It was like he was drawing on her skin. She screamed and shook all over while she suffered both burn marks on her breast, which resulted in two vertical black lines on the underside of her breast.
“Love is a burning thing,” sang the Texan while he put the iron back in the fire and picked up another one. “And it makes a fiery ring,” he continued. The iron he now held, had a circle at the end of it, hot as iron could be. Carolina screamed and screamed and screamed when he pressed it three times against her breast, smoke rising from her hissing skin. Two black circles were pressed into her skin, right under the two vertical lines and then another one at the top. The burn marks formed a stylistic penis on her skin, the ultimate humiliation. Carolina fainted from the utter agony and misery.