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Laura's Torture
3: The Human Dartboard
For several weeks Laura did not get in touch with the club. Her bruises and bitemarks gradually faded, but they hurt for many days after her torture, and reminded her forcibly not only of the severe pain which she had managed to endure, but also of how exciting the torture had been for her. Fear of worse pain stopped her from telephoning, but every day she thought about Martha and what she might plan to do next.
After a month she could stand the wait no longer, and telephoned the club. A man answered. Laura asked to speak to Martha, but was told that she was not there. The man wouldn't give Laura her number, but said that he would ask Martha to get in touch with her. Feeling let down as well as relieved, Laura poured herself a stiff drink and settled down in front of the TV. Then the phone rang.
"Laura?". It was Martha's voice, unmistakeable. "I want you to come again. I have really interesting plans". "What plans?" asked Laura. "Come tomorrow at 8" said Martha, "and you will find out".
Before setting out for the club the next day, Laura drank two large whiskies. She felt a little unsteady as she rang the bell. This time the door was opened by a girl she didn't know, and was led straight into the torture chamber. There was a little more light than before, and now Laura could see a row of chairs at the far end of the room, several of them occupied. In a corner of the room two girls were gathered round a dartboard on the wall. They were examining two boxes on a small table, but Laura could not see what they contained. A woman got up from one of the chairs at the back and walked slowly towards Laura; it was Martha, dressed in jeans and an unbuttoned shirt. She was wearing nothing underneath, and Laura could see her heavy breasts naked under the shirt, reminding her of the excitement she had felt when Martha had first pressed herself against her and had given her those long exploring kisses. "We're going to try an experiment, Laura, and I promise you it will hurt - quite badly." Laura paled, but stood still and waited for Martha to continue. "These girls,", she said, nodding towards the corner with the dartboard, "are Jane and Anna. They are going to practise playing darts, as you can see. Not with the usual darts, but with smaller ones that they can fire at the board using a blowgun." Now Laura could see that the girls had taken some small tubes out of one box, and out of the other one a pile of small brightly coloured and shining objects. "Come over here, Jane and Anna, and show Laura the darts", Martha said. The girls cam over and Jane held out her hand. In it were several small darts, perhaps an inch long. Each one had a sharp metal shaft, pointed at the front, and behind that a feathered tail in bright blue, green and red. Pat showed Laura the blowpipe, a narrow hollow six inch tube made of some sort of plastic. Laura wondered what all this had to do with her. "Show Laura how you fire the darts", said Martha. The girls walked over to the dartboard. Jane took one of the darts, inserted it into one end of her blowpipe, put the pipe in her mouth and pointed the pipe at the board. After a few moments she blew sharply into the pipe, and the dart flew towards the board, embedding itself well to one side of centre. The speed of the dart made it difficult to see until it landed, but there was a distinct sound -"thwack"- as it was fired. "You can see that Jane is not a very good marksman - yet" said Martha, as Anna took her turn. Her dart sped to the board, hit the metal wire between two numbers and fell to the ground. "They will need a little more practice before they start on you" said Martha softly, staring at Laura's face to see her reaction. Laura paled. The idea of those little darts penetrating her flesh was shocking, and, as ever, exciting as well. As a child she had nursed fantasies about being tied to a stake by savages and tortured with small arrows - rather like Saint Sebastian. And here was the real thing. Could she bear it? She thought of her safeword just to make sure. And where were the girls going to aim their blowpipes? Front or back? Breasts, bellybutton, thighs, back. where? Were the darts long enough to make her bleed, or would they just sting? All these thought went rapidly through her now confused mind. In the meantime Jane and Anna continued to practise on the dartboard, and seemed to be getting the hang of the game.
"We're going to make the game a little more interesting for everyone." said Martha, now more loudly so that the other people in the room could hear. "We're going to have a competition. That's why two girls are taking part. Each is going to fire twelve darts, taking as much time as they want, six each with you facing them and six with your back towards them. Jane will use blue darts and Anna green ones. Each will score one point for each dart that sticks in you for at least five seconds. In the event of a tie, they will fire six more darts each. Now here's the special bit: I'm going to give you, Laura a lesson in dominating to see if you can not only take pain but inflict it as well. And the loser of the darts match, Jane or Anna, is going to be the victim this time."
Martha nodded to the girls, who quickly came forward and grabbed Laura' arms. They pulled her to an upright wooden St Andrew's cross behind her, and strapped her wrists and ankles to the cross. Then they adjusted the straps so that she was unable to move. Annat took a metal hood from behind the cross and put it over Laura's head. Laura could just about see out through the eye holes, which were covered by some sort of plastic transparent material. "We don't want the darts to blind you," Anna said, "We're pretty cruel, but not that cruel". She laughed, and gave Laura a hard pinch on her nipple before walking back to pick up her blowpipe.
The girls took up their positions behind a line on the floor, just about eight feet from Laura. Jane was the first to shoot. "Thwat". A blue-feathered dart flew from the blowpipe. Laura could just about see it in the air before the dart hit the side of the mask and fell to floor. Clearly Jane still had a lot to learn. Then Anna took up her position, aimed a green dart and blew. Laura felt a sharp pain on her belly. The dart had hit her to one side of her bellybutton, and had penetrated deep into the skin. A small trickle of blood marked the wound. "That's better", said Martha. "See if you can do even better, Jane. Jane took more careful aim this time, and her dart hit Laura's right thigh just above the knee. It hurt quite badly, but then dropped to the floor. Anna's second dart sped straight and true into Laura's left breast, just grazing the nipple and embedding itself into the areola. Again there was a trickle of blood, which Laura couldn't see - but she felt it. So far she had been silent in spite of the shock of the first dart hitting the helmet, and the considerable pain of the other three. For the next ten minutes Laura suffered as eight more darts found their mark, some remaining embedded and others dropping onto the floor after a moment or two. The worst was waiting for Jane or Anna to fire their darts, not knowing where they would land. The most painful dart was one of Anna's, which embedded itself deep in Laura's upstretched arm. Another found her right breast, the soft flesh on the underside. By the time the girls had finished, there were two darts in the front of Laura's thighs. Laura now hurt all over, and she could just about see that several thin streams of blood were trickling down her skin from where the darts had struck most deeply.
Martha gave an order and the girls untied Laura and turned her round, so that her back faced the room. Now she could no longer tell when one of the girls was taking aim. The first dart struck the lower part of her back, and made her gasp with shock and surprise. The pain was bearable - perhaps she did not have very sensitive skin just there, and she thought of the witches in the middle ages, probed with long needles to find an insensitive spot, the "witches' mark". Two more darts pierced her back, and the fourth sank deep into the back of her left arm, in the fleshy part below her shoulder. Then several darts pierced her bum cheeks - not too bad, she thought again, a bit like having an injection. But the last ones found their mark on the back of Laura's thighs and calves. The girls must have been aiming low on purpose, and must have known how much the darts would hurt there. The pain was now shocking, especially as all the last twelve darts had remained where they had struck.
"Anna, you have scored one more than Jane", said Martha, "and Jane is going to be the next victim. But first, take all the darts out and put them in the bucket for sterilising." The girls pulled the darts out, twisting them a little to make them hurt more. This was really uncomfortable for Laura, who started to sob quietly, tears running down her face. When all the darts were out, the girls wiped the puncture wounds with small wipes. Probably with antiseptic, thought Laura, who was still sobbing. "Just one more thing before you untie her", said Martha to Anna. "As the winner you have the right to place one last dart wherever you want, somewhere where it will really hurt. I don't think our victim has had quite enough pain yet, and she loves pain. Use your hand this time, not the blowpipe." Anna looked at Martha and grinned. She was going to enjoy this. She picked a dart from the box, and circled Laura's bound and stretched body, trying to decide where to place it. After a minute she took Laura's helmet off. "I want you to watch this" she said. Facing Laura, she grabbed her left breast with her left hand, squeezing it until Laura yelled with pain. Then with her right hand she put the tip of the dart on the nipple, facing straight towards Laura's chest. Laura took a sharp breath, expecting the pain. But Anna waited, which was worse. After some ten seconds, Anna said "Now let's see how much pain you can stand", and began to push the dart straight into Laura's nipple. This was much worse than the blowpipe ordeal. Anna continued to push smiling cruelly as she saw Laura' face crumple. As Anna gave a last cruel push which made the dart penetrate deeply into the nipple, Laura screamed loudly. She could no longer hold back. Anna withdrew the dart, and untied her victim who crumpled onto the floor sobbing, blood oozing from her mauled nipple.
When Laura had in Martha's opinion recovered sufficiently, Martha ordered her to move to a long table-like structure with straps at each end and a wheel to tighten the straps - like a mediaeval torture rack, Laura thought. What next, she wondered? "It's Jane's turn this time, as I told you. She lost at darts, and is going to pay the price. And you might find that you enjoy being the torturer for a change." On Martha's orders, Jane was stripped naked and laid on the table on her front, and her wrists and ankles were strapped tightly. Martha tried the straps, decided that Jane could still move a little, and turned the wheel until Jane moaned that her shoulders hurt. When Martha was satisfied, she undid the leather belt holding up her trousers and folded it into a loop. It was quite a heavy belt made of brown leather, about an inch wide, heavy but flexible. Martha lifted her arm high and brought the belt down on the end of the table, between Jane's spread legs, with a resounding crack. Jane flinched even though the belt had not hit her. "Like that", said Martha, handing the folded belt to Laura. "I want you to give her six really hard strokes, wherever you want. I want to see good red marks. If you don't whip her hard enough, you will be punished. Now get your revenge for those painful darts. And don't be afraid to hurt her."
Laura took the belt. Was this something she wanted? It seemed that the answer was yes, because holding the belt and seeing the helpless naked body of Jane before her made Laura want to cum. Her pussy was dripping. Where to start? Laura realised from watching spanking videos on the net that most whipping was done on the victim's bum, just as her father had once beaten her with his belt. But she thought that other places might be more exciting, and remembered the thrill and the pain of the darts in her back and legs. She walked to one side of the table, raised her arm, and brought the belt down on the top of Jane's back. Jane grunted, but the stroke did not seem to have hurt very much. It didn't make much noise either. Perhaps Laura wasn't trying hard enough, or perhaps she needed practice at an unfamiliar skill. "Not very good" said Martha. "Let me show you". Martha took the belt and showed Laura how to hold it, arm high, wrist loose. Then Martha brought the belt down on the same part of Jane's back with all her strength. This time Jane screamed, and a red stripe appeared across the white skin of her long back. "Let me see you do that". Laura took the belt again, and with as much strength as she could muster, whipped it down on Jane's back just below the first welt. Jane yelled "That really hurt, you cow". Laura's excitement mounted. Her pussy was now swimming and she realised that she was going to enjoy this game, though it was really too serious to be called that. The next stroke Laura aimed at the back of Jane's thighs. She was right about that being a tender spot, and Jane screamed again as a red welt appeared just below her bum cheeks. That left three strokes, which Laura aimed at Jane's calves, then her thighs again, and finally (she thought she ought to be a little conventional after all) her bum. By now Jane was crying loudly. She glared at Laura as Martha unstrapped her from the rack. "Just you wait, you cow," she spat at Laura, "I'll get my revenge on you."