Chapter 89 "Ripped."
TC wiped his brow of sweat. His breathing subsided slightly as he sat on a
bench. He picked up a towel and wiped away excess moisture from his arms and
hands. He didn't worry about his back and front, he'd have a shower later to
clean all that up. His breathing slowed down to normal and he stretched his
right hand. Parts of his palm and fingers were red from holding the whip handle
Natasha moaned slightly but didn't move. She lay on a mattress onto her belly.
Her arms stretched before her with her wrists handcuffed. A steel loop in the
floor secured her hands to the ground. Her legs were in a V formation behind
her. They too were secured to the ground but with rope which allowed her a
little movement. Beneath her mid-section and groin was a small bed of
thumbtacks. A small pooling of blood and sweat was drying up near her upper
thighs. Her ass was a sight. There were the cris-crosses of cane strikes, red
burning welts from a hot poker and a large assortment of black, red and blue
TC looked at the clock on the wall. It was sunken into the wall itself so the
students couldn't see the time. Another one of the late Mr Boggis's clever
ideas. TC couldn't care less but since it was nearly dinner time he decided to
take things easy. Nat moaned as TC untied her ankles from the ropes. She stirred
slightly as she heard the noises of chains above her and then she found herself
looking at the room upside down. Her hands were stilled hand-cuffed to the
TC loved his students in this position. The blood which accumulated around their
head allowed him to perform the meanest of tortures and the students generally
stayed awake. This one was fairly simple enough. He took a small box of tissues
and pulled out a baker's dozen. He rolled two into a tight little ball.
Separating Nat's vagina lips with his fingers he forced the tissue ball deep
into her vagina. He proceeded with the rest of the tissues until he got to the
13th one. He pushed the end of the tissue in but let the other end hang out.
"Okay girl, time for you to have a clean out okay? Once I get back from lunch I
think I'll find the biggest dildo I've got and we'll rip your cunt open again."
TC flicked his cigarette lighter and lit the end of the tissue. The tissues
burst into a large flame. Nat barely had time to scream before the flame was
gone however her tender love passage stung from minute blisters. TC inspected
Nat's hole and stuck his finger in. Nat groaned but TC wasn't done yet. He
pulled some yellow ointment from his bag. He again opened Natasha's vagina lips
and pour a large amount of the yellow ointment in.
Natasha felt relief from the ointment's cool effects but TC knew it wouldn't
last long. Within a few seconds Nat started having muscle spasms in her belly.
TC tired to explain to her that the ointment would make her hole smaller and
tighter just like she was when she was a virgin. However Nat was howling and
crying so much she barely heard her teacher speak.
TC grabbed a large dildo from his bag and sat it a few feet away. He decided to
go to lunch. In a couple of hours her cunt would be so tight he'd barely get his
little finger down it. He looked forward to ripping her open with the dildo.
Jackie Basket howled with pain. She danced around the living room while her
father Rodney and little brother Matt watched and laughed. The focus of her
discomfort was a bunch of leaves wrapped around her groin, ass, breasts and
tummy. And what was worse was that Matt had heaps more poison ivy and stinging
nettle to spare. Her only outlet was a carpenters wood horse in the middle of
the room. It had been modified by her father to have two rows of sharp inch
long steel bristles.
However there was a catch. If she so much as touched the horse she'd be tied
down on it and whipped with a riding crop until one of her sisters' volunteered
to take her place.
Her body ached for relief but with her elbows tied together she could do little
more than rub her thighs together. The alternative of being tied to the horse
didn't appeal to her. The only other person in the room was Jody. She was on all
fours being used as a footstool by both Rodney and Matt. Occasionally Matt would
lash her with some stinging nettle but Jody willed herself not to move.
Jackie continued to dance around the room. Her eyes welled up with tears but she
wasn't about to give in just yet. Finally Rodney got bored and ordered Jackie
onto the wooden horse. Disobeying would only serve to bring her more punishment
so she straddled the horse while Matt tied her down.
Jackie looked around for her sisters. Little did she know they were in the next
room, hiding. No way did they want to be whipped and have nettle on their
privates. They whimpered as Matt laid in with the riding crop.
Karen and Rebecca Thornton hugged each other. They enjoyed each other's comfort
for a few seconds before being separated by Ivy's porters. They were led to
their separate tables. Both girls watched each other as they climbed onto their
tables and were tied down. Ivy noted that it wasn't simply sisterly love ... it
She ordered for Rebecca to be untied. Rebecca stood before Ivy. Her eyes looking
at the ground.
"Take this and I want to see good clean strokes." ordered Ivy.
Rebecca stared at the whip in her hand. The handle was about a foot long with
the tendrils three feet. One the ends of the tendrils were a mixture of hooks,
steel spiked balls, and powdered bags. The powder in the bags was sea salt. It
burned like crazy when sprinkled across a cut or wound.
Rebecca shook her head but a slap from Ivy made her fall to her knees.
"Don't even dare think about disobeying me. I want your bitch sister to have
thirty strokes. And if they're not good strokes then she will have another
thirty. When she's finished then she'll do the same to you later. NOW DO IT!"
Rebecca dropped the whip and sobbed. She felt Ivy grabbing her hair and pulling
her up onto her feet. The whip was thrust into her hand. Rebecca continued to
sob. Through her tears she could see Karen. Karen just nodded her head and lay
Rebecca gripped the handle and drew her arm behind her. She whipped around and
before Ivy could react struck Ivy across the face with the full force of the
tendrils. Ivy screamed as the hooks raked her face and scalp. The steel balls
wrapped around her hair and tore out patches of skin. However Rebecca knew this
wasn't an accident and relentlessly she drew her arm back again. This time she
aimed for Ivy's mid-section. Ivy howled like a wounded animal as the hooks
buried into her belly. Deep cuts dribbled blood with the salt causing even more
agony. Rebecca managed to get two more whippings in before she was over-powered
by the porters.
Rebecca thrashed about as the porters tried in vain to hold her down. It wasn't
until Ivy regained her composure and knocked Rebecca out that things were back
to normal. Tears streamed from Karen's eyes for her friend.
Ivy left to go to the doctor and get stitches. The porters tied Rebecca up and
took her away. Karen listened to their disappearing footsteps as they walked
down the corridor.
After a few hours Karen awoke to the door opening with Ivy and John arguing.
"I can't believe you were so stupid to let a slave get the better of you."
Ivy's face was red and purple with rage.
"It was an accident! I will never let it happen again!"
"Make sure you do."
John looked over at Karen. He shook his head and left the room. Ivy rolled her
hands into fists and pounded on the table where Karen lay. She looked at Karen's
eyes and growled.
"Don't expect to see your 'friend' anytime soon Cunt!"
Ivy couldn't punish Karen for fear she may re-open her cuts. She got three
porters to help her. They all took turns at fucking her cunt while the other two
whipped her tits.