Chapter 18 - Scream Queen
Brandi shreiked with each blow of the hammer as her tightly clamped tits
were nailed to the beam. Running along one edge of the beam, an attached steel
clamping bar had been screwed down tightly at the base of her love mountains
forcing them to bulge provocatively over the rest of the beam. The heavy spikes
were being hammered through the bulging tit-meat.
Prior to her moment to scream for the cameras, Dr. Novotny had injected
Mary's secretary with something he called shabu.
"Amphetamines! Ya gotta love 'em, Brandi. They'll keep you wide awake,
deeply fearful, wonderfully sensitive to pain! You'll be pumped up so that you
can't pass out and you can't go into shock! I've prepared the perfect cocktail
of drugs to keep you performing while the cameras record every twitch and jerk,
every scream, sob and whimper."
He jabbed the slim needle into the crook of her elbow and emptied the
syringe. He squeezed her buns and ran the edge of his hand along the crack of
her ass.
"Do me proud, Brandi!"
Miki's bold health club raid had given them too much meat to be handled on
the yacht. The Oyabun had taken over a deserted warehouse. His production crews
were working furiously.
While the cameras recorded Brandi's bulging tit meat being hammered to the
heavy wooden beam, Iona watched in total terror. Like the other beauties that
had been scooped in Miki's daring raid, Iona was a deeply tramautized young
woman. She couldn't believe how quickly her life had been turned to shit. One
moment, she had been a babe who had fucked her way to the top, with a hard
working executive hubby that she hardly ever saw handing over his paycheck to
spend as she pleased. The next moment, she was stripped naked and having her
pretty face forced into a buckeful of shit and piss while the cameras rolled.
Iona's moments in the piss, shit and vomit video had been followed by the
piercing video. The once haughty redhead now sported nipple rings, labial rings,
a clit ring, a nose ring and a tongue stud. She hated the thick tongue stud. It
made everything she said sound like some retard with a speech impediment. Her
cunt was now tattooed on the inside. They had done it the slow, excruciating
way, using a stretching frame and wooden needles. Others had been selected for
the whipping videos. She had been led past the room where they dangled, nude and
sweating, tied by their wrists to ringbolts set in the ceiling, twisting and
kicking frantically, sobbing and shreiking, while the long whips cracked
viciously, cutting deep red gashes in creamy white skin for the cameras. Every
now and again there was the sound of a bladder emptying, pattering like yellow
rain onto the floor. The sharp smell of piss, sweat and blood slapped her in the
face as she was hustled past the open doorway.
She shuddered with each hammer blow as Brandi's bulging udders were nailed
to the beam. Iona wondered what her role in this charming video moment was going
to be. She wasn't kept in suspense long.
The ends of Brandi's beam were bolted to the forks of a forklift. Small
bones crunched as her wrists were nailed to the beam to provide some much-needed
extra support. Iona's nipple, nose, clit and labial rings were padlocked to
chains attached to the back end of the forklift. The forklift driver revved the
engine and started the dance.
Brandi shreiked dementedly as the forks lifted and lowered while the
forklift twirled like a top, dragging Iona screaming along behind. Brandi kicked
hard as she was hoisted completely off the ground, her long, shapely legs
scissoring wildly. Dragged by her genitals behind the whirling forklift, Iona's
stretched and torn piercings dripped blood.
A large pan filled with kerosene was lit. The forklift driver positioned a
shreiking, writhing Brandi over the flames for a few moments while her legs and
buttocks cooked red in the heat. He spun around and bumped Iona so that she
danced into the pan of flames, hysterically lifting her legs high, splashing
herself with kerosene. Once she was a shreiking ball of prancing flame-engulfed
snuffmeat, he turned around and resumed cooking Brandi.
The Oyabun smiled. America was indeed the land of opportunity.
