Chapter 85 "Double-Ended"
Rebecca Thornton enjoyed the warmth of the sun. Currently it covered her
entire naked body. The blades of grass beneath her tickled her sides and
her buttocks. She felt her arms being stretched outwards above her head.
A minute later some heavy thuds from the hammer as it pounded wooden stakes
into the ground. Next she felt her legs being separated and the noise from
the hammer repeated.
She lay there watching little butterflies dancing over flowers in the breeze.
She missed her freedom and was very jealous of the flying insects. A shadow
from Jenny's head rested on Rebecca's face. She blinked a couple of times
but continued to watch the butterflies.
Jenny sat down beside her student who was stretched spread-eagle. She tossed
the hammer to the ground and closed her eyes to the warmth of the sun.
"Why do you do this?" asked Rebecca.
Jenny opened her eyes and looked down. Rebecca wasn't looking at her but
she also wasn't looking at the butterflies.
"Because if I don't, I become a slave again, or worse, I will die." replied
Rebecca nodded then asked "How much longer have I got here?"
"Long enough for you and your sister to be trained as slaves. Then you will
be sold. After that, I don't know."
Both women remained silent. A while later Jenny threw cold water onto
Rebecca, shoved ten ice-cubes into her cunt and whipped her until she was
Phoebe ignored the porter as he walked past her to John's office. She had
come to learn that because she was John's secretary she received special
benefits. One of them was that she couldn't be punished or tortured because
John may have need of her office skills.
That still didn't mean the male teachers and porters didn't want to fuck
her at any given opportunity. Phoebe heard the knock on the door and the
porter going in. There was some soft muttering and then the door opened
again. John walked out with the porter close behind.
"Phoebe, come with me." said John.
Phoebe turned her confidential documents over and then followed her boss
out of the room. The porter walked behind. She wanted to ask where they
were going but John had made it very clear on her first day that she was
to do what he said, not ask questions. So she kept quiet and watched John's
back as they entered one of the classrooms.
John stopped and turned to Phoebe. He took hold of her shoulder and moved
her aside so he could talk to the porter.
"Where is it?"
The porter walked past Phoebe and proudly displayed a length of chain
hanging from the ceiling. At it's end was a long metal pole.
John nodded. "Okay, we'll see how good it is. You get Phoebe ready and
I'll find a second student to help."
Phoebe watched as John left the room.
Phoebe turned and the porter was standing there with some leather straps
and chains in his hands. He looked up.
"I said Strip."
Phoebe removed her shirt, bra and cutoff jeans and let them fall to the
ground. She walked over to the porter where he proceeded to connect a
leather strap around her knees. She was made to bend over and her wrists
were tied to the same strap. Also a leather belt was wrapped around her
waist with a length of chain hanging.
"What does this do?" asked Phoebe.
The porter smiled. Phoebe realized most of his teeth were missing. She
didn't care for him to smile again.
"What does it do? ... You'll see. It's a surprise."
The porter then took the metal rod and slid it up between Phoebe's inner
thighs. The end pushed again her vagina. Noises from the door made the
porter look up and he saw John returning with Karen Thornton. A few minutes
later Karen was also strapped up in the same way as Phoebe. Both girls
were bent over looking away from each other. Their long flowing hair slightly
covered their faces. The porter pinched Karen's nipples a couple of times.
"When you're ready." said John.
It became obvious that John wanted to get back to his office. The porter
lowered the chain in the ceiling and connected the to chains from the girls'
belts to a hook. He then forced the girls backwards until the rod ends were
in the girls vaginas.
Rebecca felt a sharp slap on her face. She tried to open her eyes and moaned
as she was slapped again. She shook her head and look around. She was in a
classroom. Her arms and feet had been tied behind a post which was anchored
deep into the ground. The post was leaning forwards at an angle. Rebecca felt
like she was nearly hanging in midair. The smell of sweat lingered in the room
and the pole was smooth from having many bodies rubbing against it.
Rebecca saw Jenny working away in the corner of the room. After a minute she
walked over and placed a small three legged stool in front of Rebecca. She
left again and returned with three candles. They were thin and about ten inches
long. In her other hand was a very strong looking metal alligator clip with a
length of small rope on the end and a gas lighter.
"You're awake I see. Good. You wouldn't want to miss this bit of fun."
said Jenny as she straddled the stool. She put down the items and just
held up the clip.
"Your task which you will accept is to have these three candles burn your
most intimate spots until they're all gone. The candles that is, not your
precious spots. Shall we begin?"
Jenny stood up holding the alligator clip. She kicked upwards into Rebecca
vagina. Rebecca screamed and coughed loudly. Jenny took the opportunity to
attach the alligator clip to Rebecca's tongue. Rebecca moaned loudly around
the clip as it dug into her tongue. But she watched in horror as Jenny lit
the first candle. Jenny then pulled on the clip's rope forcing Rebecca's
tongue outwards, and then waved the candle underneath. Tears streamed from
Rebecca's eyes as her tongue sizzled and burned from the candle's flame.
Jenny then held the flame beneath Rebecca's tongue until she started to
see smoke spiraling upwards. Rebecca screamed and begged but it was to
After twenty minutes Jenny released the clip from Rebecca's tongue and
Rebecca closed her mouth. Her tongue had swelled to over three times it's
size. Next Jenny clipped Rebecca nipples and stretched them outwards.
She twisted the clip so she could burn as much area of the areola as
possible. Rebecca howls was like a mad dog baying at the Moon.
Jenny continued onwards to burn Rebecca's clit, cunt lips, ass cheeks,
ear lobes, eye lids and even in between Rebecca's fingers.
It took three attempts to make sure the rod stayed put while the porter ran
over to lift the chain up. Phoebe's heart was thumping so hard she could
barely hear. She didn't know quite what was suppose to happen but it didn't
On the third attempt John pulled the chain while the porter made sure the
rod stayed in place. John easily yanked the chain and the girls were lifted
straight up. The rod sank deep. The girls own body weight forced the rod
in even deeper. It pushed and grind against the girls cervixes. The girls
screamed and shook to try and dislodge the rod. So violent was Phoebe's
shaking that the leather strap tieing her wrists to her knees was broken.
John inspected the girls as they hung in midair begging. Blood dribbled
slightly from both girls vaginas.
"Not bad. Not bad at all. Tell ya what, let me think on it." said John.
The porter said his thanks and both men left the room. Phoebe screamed for
them not to go but they didn't even look back. Karen was use to this sort
of pain and she tried hard not to scream. She hissed at Phoebe to stop
shaking because that would only make it worse.
Unfortunately Phoebe didn't stop shaking, not for a long time.