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Chapter 7
"Nice job people. Once more the ladies seem to be really getting into making this old whore regret the day she decided to become a criminal. I hope everyone also has noticed that our interrogation dummy's pussy is churning out plenty of cunt sludge, a sign that she's really digging what's happening to her. This is known as a win-win situation. We get in some good experience and she gets off a few times for her trouble."
"Now it's time to start giving her the cane. Rather than review how to use this fine tool of the trade, I'll demonstrate it one time to refresh your memories. First you take your stance and to make sure it's correct, see that you can put the tip of the cane right of the area you want to strike. You do this by tapping her. This also alerts her that she's about to get some serious pain. Waiting for it can be a bitch, so make sure you take your time before letting her have it. Now remember to lunge and slide, bring the cane back as you lunge and forward as you slide. " Swooooosh…. CRACK! " Got her, just right. Now wait until she's had a chance to absorb all the pain. Notice how the place where I hit her has turned white and is now beginning to swell. ……. Now that's a nice weal, even if I do say so myself. See how she's starting to shake from the pain, keep watching until she calms down. Then start tapping her again and remember to lunge and slide before you let her have it. O.K., every one gets to give her ass four strokes each, two on each cheek. Once again I think two rotations are warranted. I want to see this old bitch shaking like a leaf in a storm. I'll take care of any skin that you people may miss on that swollen ass of hers."
"This is one tough piece of old lady. She's just taken thirty-eight of the best, counting my six, and her ass is still in one piece. I guess some of you didn't believe what I said about her ability to absorb punishment. Oh, someone take that gag out of her mouth so she can get a few breaths. I'm afraid that ass of hers needs a lot more work before we can go on to her thighs and legs."
" No more, please, no more! I am begging you, please no more. " Olga croaked, her naked body quivering from the terrible pain that still radiated from her brutally beaten ass.
"That sure doesn't sound like the safe word I gave her. If she's going to babble on like some crazy old woman, she might as well be gagged. Someone piss on that rag and then jam it in until her eyes water, no more breaks for that ungrateful whore…. OK now let's line up and this time put some muscle into it. We'll start her off with one on each cheek and continue until that swollen ass looks like raw hamburger. Remember we have all day to do the job properly. I want to see blood flying from that wrinkled bottom and running down the backs of her legs before I'll be satisfied. Remember, she loves this despite what she says. If you don't believe me take a look at all the cunt juice she's making. That twat looks like a rabid dog's mouth."
"Well I guess she won't be sitting down much for a week or three. We'll probably have to give that ass of hers a couple of shots of painkiller so she can sit through her trial. My guess is it won't be a long one. She looks to be maybe a long night or short day away from cracking, right on schedule I'd say. Let's move on to the insides of her thighs. This can be a lot of fun if you now what you're doing. There are spots in that area that are truly rewarding for a caner who knows what he or she is doing. Let's see if we can spread those legs of hers a little wider. That way you can get at that nice tender section on the inside of her upper thighs. Be very careful not to touch her pussy with the cane. Anyone who does will lose their turn for the rest of the session. That old pussy is my own private punishment preserve and no one is allowed to touch it but me."
"Very good, very good indeed! That one drew blood. You get two extra for that, go to it! The old bitch is beginning to look like a barber pole; very nice indeed, I'm quite pleased. Careful Mr. Benton, that one was awful close to her cunt lips. All right ladies and gentlemen, now for a more challenging portion of this tramp's anatomy, that flat belly of hers. It's ten apiece and show her no mercy."
"O.K. let's take a break here. I presume most, if not all of you have figured out that the old bag's belly is not going to split open like her scrawny ass finally did. Her skin is like leather in some places, such as her belly, and you either need to bloat her or use a special whip to draw blood. Maybe the next time we have her over for a little talk we'll use the modified coaxial cable with the exposed metal braid on that tough stretch of skin. While you are getting some life back into your arms I'm going to set up her tits for the next round of caning. She really hates this, especially the way we do it now."
"Pull those jugs out of the way and don't worry about yanking them good and hard; she'll be getting a lot worse once we get the tack strips positioned properly. First tape the strip with the long tacks right below where her tits are attached to the chest wall. Now tape the second one so that those tacks are in contact with the ends of her tits. After a few whacks with the cane those tacks will start ripping through her nipples if we do it right. O K now let those knockers flop back into place and watch her react to those tacks starting to dig into those tit bags. Too bad she's gagged with that piss rag, it's fun to listen to her groan and beg when her tits are caned. Oh what the hell, take the gag out so she can serenade us while she's being whacked good and proper."
"Now for the fun. Form a line. Everyone gets to give her two of the best for this round. Then depending how much blood is flowing, a second round may be in order. Make me proud."
When the first blow landed squarely in the middle of her tit, cutting it in two length-wise, a cheer broke out from the waiting recruits as Olga strained to escape the bonds holding her naked body taut. Her shriek of agony nearly downed out the cheer. The second crushed her nipple flat and a trickle of blood began its journey down her body as some of the tacks protruded from the edges of her heavy tits. Her cry of pain was even louder this time, and a broad smile broke over the face of the instructor. As he watched with pleasure as Olga's tits were driven into the tack strips over and over, he began to tell a war story.
"You should have been here five years ago when this old tramp could really take a good beating. "SWOOSH THWACK!… We'd inject her titties with silicone oil until they were at least two cup sizes larger than normal, "SWOOSH THWACK!… and then we'd use broom handles to beat the oil out of those bulging bags. Sometimes we just injected the oil through her nipples; SWOOOSH THWACK!…. that must have hurt like fury from the noises she'd make. That bitch would pass out at least a couple of times SWOOOSH THWACK!…. before we had her properly loaded. I do have to admit that for her age, SWOOSH SPLATT!.. she is really amazing… SWOOOSH SPLATT! That was a good one! See how she's shaking. That means she's really in pain. I think she can handle another round, or perhaps two. This time it's one apiece, starting with her right tit and then alternating. Have at her people and let me hear those screams."
So another brutal punishment session at the local police station continued. It wasn't until late the next morning that the safe words croaked from Olga's swollen lips. Once again the instructor had found her limit and then pushed beyond it to break her will. This time it had taken fire to do the trick. As the recruits stared transfixed, a fat length of metal had been hammered deep into Olga's asshole, stretching the tough muscle to its limit. Then the grinning instructor had begun to play a welding torch over the end protruding from between her horribly lacerated cheeks. It did not take long for her resolve to break, thus ending another session.
No one knows how long the Uber Oma can continue to endure these brutal interrogations. Next week, after her trial, but before she begins her sentence, the family is planning on taking her to the stables where a new stallion is going to have the pleasure of her company for the first time. This promises to be a very entertaining session. The following day her old friend the nurse will pay her a visit. The nurse is very old, but she still takes a personal interest in Olga's "well being". These days the nurse has an assistant, a young woman who seems to have the determination and will to provide the Uber Oma with all the punishment and pain that she deserves and craves. Life is good for the Uber Oma and her loving family.
But despite all the love and support the Uber Oma receives from her family and friends, she still exhibits a dark side that comes out once or twice a month. On those occasions it is common knowledge that Olga reverts to her old ways and waits in the darkness in that part of town not frequented by too many god-fearing citizens. Until this day the " town tramp" does a very good business there servicing its youth who use her as their portal into adulthood. It is also observed that just before the bars close she is whisked away in handcuffs and driven to the home of the town judge, where she is tried, convicted, and serves the punishment decreed by his honor. A few days later she is returned to her home where she further atones for her sins of the flesh. How long will this continue is not known. The Uber Oma appears to thrive on the routine that she has been following for the last five years, and only a fool would dare to predict how much longer this special woman could continue existing in this bizarre environment.
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