Laura's Torture
I was always excited by ideas of torture and pain. When I was a teenager I made myself cum by thinking about prisoners subjected to agonizing tortures in dungeons. I read about Saint Sebastian who was tortured by having arrows fired into his body without killing him. That made me hot, but most of the victims in my masochistic dreams were female.
Once when I was alone in our house I decided to find out what torture really felt like. I looked in the kitchen drawer for tools that I could use. I took a pair of metal salad tongs with pointed teeth. Then I went to the garage where Dad kept his tools. He was a keen carpenter, and there was a wood lathe next to his workbench. I knew that he used a curved instrument a bit like tongs for measuring the wood that he worked on his lathe, and found several pairs of these hanging on the wall above the workbench. I took a small one, and thought about how they would feel if I closed them on my skin. Should I try these two tools, or find more. A schoolfriend had told me stories about torture with clothespins. She had read about it in a book belonging to her brother, and said that the girl in the book had screamed when her boyfriend had put the pins on her breasts. I found a box full of clothespins in Mum's laundry basket and took two of them. Then I ran to my room and locked the door. I put the tools on a chair next to my bed, then took all my clothes off and lay on the bed. I was breathing heavily, and wanted to masturbate just thinking about how the tools would feel. But I had to find out first.
I picked up one of the clothespins and opened it, then clamped it on the ball of my thumb. It hurt a bit, but not badly. This didn't seem like real torture. Then I put it on the side of my left breast, just inside my nipple and areola (I have large areolas). That hurt a bit more, and I rubbed my clit with excitement. I could still take that pain quite easily, so I left the pin hanging on my breast. I tried to put the second pin on my left nipple, right on the tip, but that hurt so much that I yelped and took it off again. I tried putting it on a bit further back, pinching the nipple together with part of the areola. I could just about manage that. My left breast felt on fire. I started to masturbate again, and this time I couldn't stop and rubbed until I came. My pussy was sopping wet. As soon as I came the pins seemed to hurt more, and I took them off. That wasn't comfortable! I hadn't even tried the tongs and my father's tool, so I put them back where I had got them. There had to be a next time, and I could hardly wait.
A few days later I was alone at home again. This time I picked up the tongs and Dad's tool and took them to my room. I tried the tongs on different parts of my body. They left little indentations, like toothmarks, bright pink. The most exciting place was on the inside of my thighs, just below my pussy. Soon there were rows of pink marks down my thighs. The tool from the lathe I put on my right breast, the soft fleshy part. I pressed the two sides together as long as I could bear the pain, then left the tool hanging. When I took it off there were two deep pits where the metal ends had pressed into me. I made myself cum, and it was even better than before.
Those were the first of many sessions with tools, instruments, anything that I could get hold of and that I thought would do as an instrument of torture. I even pressed a thumbtack into my arm, making it bleed.
This was exciting stuff, but I knew that what was missing was the torturer. I could not really be cruel to myself, and needed a second person, or maybe more, to add that element of fear to the pain that I thought might give me an orgasm unlike any I had had before.
My chance came when I was twenty three years old. I had a job, and lived in a small apartment near the city centre. I knew about bdsm and bondage sex from the internet, and had looked at many websites, some with personal messages from dommes and from submissives like myself. I took the plunge, and added my name to a personal site for mistresses, masters and slaves, giving a false name, Laura. I said that I was a pain slut, young and good-looking, with a slim body, fairly large breasts, and shoulder-length straight brownish-blonde hair.
Plenty of answers came in. Some of them I rejected straight away, either because they sounded dangerous or mad, or because the writers lived far away. But one of them was possible, and I kept looking at it, wondering if I had the courage to reply. After two weeks of agonising indecision I took the plunge. The writer, whoever he (or she?) was, told me about a torture club in my city where victims could discuss their fantasies and then take part in sessions held in the club's dungeon. I replied by email that I was interested, and got a reply the next day. I was told to come to an address about half a mile from my apartment, at 8 pm the next day.
That day I was in a feverish excitement. I showered and put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that showed off my figure. I kept looking at my watch, but time seemed to go twice as slow as usual. At eight I was at the address. It was nearly dark. I pressed the bell. A woman in her thirties, good-looking and smartly dressed, opened the door, smiled, and ushered me into a small office. She sat down in an armchair, and asked me to sit on a second one. She told me that it was her job to find out about by fantasies before planning a pain session. She told me that the club was like a clinic that helped clients express their deepest desires. When I asked if I would have to pay for this "treatment", she explained that it was free for the victims, and paid for by the masters and mistresses. I spent the next half hour telling her (her name was Jane) all the ideas that made me hot and the various things I had tried on myself. She said that I seemed to be turned on by instruments that pinched and bit, but was particularly interested in my telling her about Saint Sebastian. She wrote notes about that in a book on her desk, explaining that one of the sadistic clients had asked her if she could come up with a victim who would accept being pierced with small darts. That was a frightening idea for me, but one that I couldn't stop thinking about. When Jane had finished questioning me, she said that she would now discuss the interview with some other people. Wound I wait for perhaps 15 minutes, and would I be willing to have a session that evening? I said yes to both, though by this time I was really nervous, trembling slightly and with a dry mouth.
When Jane came back to the office, she was with another woman. Jane introduced her as Martha, and told me that if I was willing, Martha would like to have a session with me that evening. She then left Martha a me alone to work things out, explaining that everything done in the club was consensual.
Martha asked me if I would take bondage from her, and torture with various pinching instruments. I said that I would, and we agreed on a safe word. Martha asked me how much pain I was willing to take. I told her that I wanted to be her victim and let Martha decide. I said that I thought I could take a lot. The Martha asked me how I felt about being bitten, as I seemed to like pinching tools. I said that I had never been bitten, but that I was willing to try. Were there any areas that were out of bounds? I explained that I didn't want bruises or marks where they would show when I went to work the next day, but anywhere else was OK. Lastly she asked me about the idea of darts. Obviously she was the lady that Jane had talked about. I said that I would have to think about that and asked if we could leave that for the moment. Martha seemed satisfied with my answers, and told me to follow her.
We walked down a short corridor to a heavy wooden door covered in baize. She opened the door with a key and led me into a dark room in which I could just make out a kind of couch or bench, a chair, a wooden cross with straps, and a table with various implements, tools, whips, canes and clamps. I had the impression that there were some people at the other end of the room, perhaps an audience of some kind, but it was too dark to be sure. "Take off all your clothes and put them on the chair", Martha said quietly. Feeling even more nervous than before, I managed to undress and stood before Martha naked. "This first session is to see how much pain you can stand" Martha said. She took my arms and tied a soft rope around each wrist. The she tied the ropes to a beam above my head. I hadn't noticed that before. I stood before her, helpless and vulnerable, with my breasts stretched upwards.
"I'm going to start with the pincers", Martha said softly, but with a cruel tone in her voice. She was obviously as excited as I was. "How painful they are will depend on where I use them, and how hard I squeeze. That will give me some idea of your pain threshold." She picked up a pair of tongs, made of steel and about eighteen inches long. Each jaw had three sharp-looking teeth. She came nearer until she was near enough to use the tongs on me. She seemed to hesitate before deciding what part of me should suffer. "I think I will start with your thighs". She said, with a gleam in her eye. She held the open tongs to the front of my left thigh and gradually closed them on my skin, pinching a fold of skin and muscle. As I felt the teeth close, I thought that I would show my torturer that I was a tough victim and not afraid of a little pain. She squeezed a little more, and the pain began. I could see the teeth indent the flesh of my thigh and gradually the pain became intense. I knew that any moment now, if she squeezed harder, I would have to scream. I started to moan, and Martha released the pressure. The relief was great. My injured thigh tingled and hurt, but I could stand that. There was a pause while Martha looked at my body. "The second time will be harder" she said. "That was pain, but not really very much. Not enough to satisfy me". She put the tongs on my other thigh, a little further up than before and a little to the inside. I knew that from my experiments as a tender place where clothespins and other implements could hurt quite badly. She close the tongs more quickly this time. The teeth bit deep and I could not stop myself from crying out. "That really hurts!", I sobbed. "I know", said Martha as she withdrew the tongs. "But I am going to hurt you much more than that".
(to be continued)
Laura (continued):
The torture session continues
Martha stepped back and lifted the pincers until they were level with Laura's right breast. The she closed them lightly, taking in most of the breast including the nipple. Laura gave a slight gasp, but the pincers were not hurting .... yet. Martha began to close the jaws of the pincers very slowly, until the pain began to be intense. Laura sobbed, then gave a yell as Martha squeezed more. There was a smile on her lips. She was clearly enjoying Laura's suffering. Laura thought about using the safeword that they had discussed, but badly wanted to avoid doing that. She wanted to show that she was able to stand torture at any level. The pressure on her breast remained nearly constant now, and she was becoming accustomed to the feel of the teeth deep in her skin. Suddenly Martha released her grip. "You are doing well" she whispered softly. "Too well for my liking. I think I should try something a little more challenging".
Martha moved to the table behind her, and looked carefully at the array of tools and instruments lying there. After a minute's thought she selected one, and approached Laura again. "Have you ever wanted to make love to a woman?" She asked softly. "Let's see if I can excite you and hurt you at the same time." Martha took off her top, then slowly unclasped her bra, letting her breasts fall free. The nipples were hard. She walked up to Laura and pressed her half-naked body to Laura's. The she brought her lips to Laura's and began to kiss her, gently at first and then with more pressure and passion. Laura moaned, though whether because of pleasure or fear, Martha could not tell. The unknown tool was still in Martha's hand, but Laura had forgotten that it was there, as Martha let her tongue slip through Laura's lips and explore. Yes, thought Laura, this is good. She had never felt quite so sexually aroused. Martha's tongue moved slowly around Laura's mouth and lips. Laura relaxed and gave herself up to pleasure. Suddenly she felt an intense pain at her waist. She shrieked with surprise and agony. She didn't know what Martha was doing to her, or with what instrument of torture. Then the pain stopped. Martha stepped back, releasing Laura's lips, and raised her hand to show Laura a wicked-looking pair of needle-nosed pliers. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked with a grin? "Did it hurt more than the pincers?" "Yes" said Laura weakly, still in shock from the sudden agony in her side. She looked down and saw the ridged pattern of the pliers on her waist, a set of deep red lines on the white skin. Suddenly Martha reached forward and grasped Laura's left nipple with the pliers, closing the jaws as she did so. Laura shrieked again, even louder as Martha twisted and pulled the nipple with the pliers. Laura had never felt such pain before, and was beginning to feel faint. Martha released the nipple, but then began to apply the tool to Laura's belly, to her other nipple, and to any fold of flesh and skin that would fit into the jaws. The torture continued for a few minutes, but to Laura it seemed like hours.
Martha returned to the table, put the pliers with the other tools and returned to face Laura. She bent her head and put her mouth to Laura's breast. Laura expected another kiss, but this time Martha began to bite the flesh, at first quite softly and then slowly harder. Laura couldn't decide if this was pain or pleasure. It hurt more and more as Martha's teeth dug deep into her, but at the same time Laura was closer to orgasm than she had ever been without using her hands or without a cock in her pussy. Martha bit her all over, then stepped behind her and began to give her slow, hard bites on the backs of her arms, on her back and on her bum. Finally she said "That really makes me hot. It won't be the last time. I love seeing all those bitemarks on you." Laura could see the impression of Martha's teeth all over her, and some of them, where Martha had bitrten really hard, were beginning to swell and redden. "But I don't think you know yet what real pain is! I want you to bear much more". Laura didn't know that she could take much more, but she was helpless, tied with her hands stretched over her head and beginning to ache. There was nothing she could do. "One last bite", said Martha, "but this time it'll be really hard". She bent down, put her mouth on the soft inside of Laura's thigh where the pincers had left their mark, and bit down slowly but inexorably, her teeth digging deeper and deeper into the flesh, making chewing motions and worrying at Laura's thigh like a wild animal. Laura yelled with pain, loudly and without restraint. When Martha stopped biting, Laura looked down and saw an angry bruise on her skin just below her pussy, with a spot of blood where Martha's sharp canine tooth had begun to pierce the skin.
Martha untied Laura, who slumped to the floor, still hurting dreadfully from the sharp bites. She could take no more. "That is the end of our first little session", Martha said. "I will expect you another day. There are many exciting tortures which I should love to inflict on you, and I think you want them too." Laura lay on the floor for some minutes, then recovered sufficiently to find her clothes, dress herself, and leave by the door through which she had entered. All this time Martha watched her, a smile of satisfaction and perhaps anticipation on her lips.
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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."
Laura's Torture
4: Laura and Jane
Back in her flat, Laura didn't worry too much about Jane's warning. But her mind kept going back to the belt, and to the feeling of excitement when the leather struck Jane's fair skin, leaving angry red welts. Laura obviously had a dominant streak, and she promised herself that she would dominate again.
It was some days before Martha telephoned Laura again. "Come to the club tonight", she said in a low voice, "and you'll get another chance to show your dominant side". Laura couldn't resist the invitation. She turned up at the door, rang the bell, and was met by Martha, who led her to the same door, the door to the torture chamber.
As Laura entered, her hands were seized from behind, and a gag was clamped on her mouth. She tried to resist, but whoever held her was too strong. She realised that she had been duped into coming. She had no idea what was going to happen to her, but she knew it would be something bad, Her mouth was dry with fright as she was dragged, still struggling, to a low bench. Her arms and legs were stretched to their limits and tied to the corners of the bench with thick ropes which bit into her wrists and ankles. She saw Martha approach with a large knife. Was she going to use it on her? Martha sensed Laura's fear and brought the tip of the knife close to her neck. Laura was rigid with fear and tried to remain as still as possible. Martha touched the knife blade to the side of Laura's neck, and pushed it in just enough to indent the skin. Laura moaned with fear. But just as suddenly, Martha took the knife away. "I'm not going to cut you just yet, my dear, but I'll think about how it would feel." She chuckled to herself, then inserted the knife under Laura's top and, with a single sweep, cut the garment in two, leaving Laura's breasts and stomach helplessly exposed. She cut away the rest of her clothes, so that Laura lay stretched naked on the bench, like a sacrificial offer. Then Martha started to talk to Laura in a soft cruel cruel voice, walking round her naked bound body. From time to time she put the point of the knife on different parts of her body, breasts, thighs, belly, pricking the skin lightly until a small drop of blood appeared. Each time Laura shrieked with fear and pain. "You think I'm going to hurt you, but I have a surprise for you", she said. You are certainly going to be hurt, but tonight it's Jane's turn. Time for her revenge." Laura blenched. She realised how much Jane hated her after that whipping with the leather belt. "I've told Jane to show you what real pain is. She's picked out some nice torture implements from my collection. I've told her not to do you any permanent harm, because we're going to need you in the club for other sessions, but I've also told her that she can mark you as much as she wants. You think that I hurt you that first session, but this is going be much, much worse. Jane is a great girl. She loves causing pain, a real born sadist. Come on Jane, time for you to start."
Laura saw Jane emerge from a dark part of the room and walk slowly to the bench. She was grinning from ear to ear, and was clearly looking forward to her session as a torturer. She was dressed in Jeans. Her top was bare, her breasts swinging from side to side as she walked. She was wearing black leather gloves, and Laura could see with trepidation but also excitement that small sharp metal spikes were embedded in the leather fingers. Just behind Jane, Martha was wheeling a small trolley on which were several tools or instruments - Laura couldn't make out their details.
"Let's make a start" said Jane, "and see how much you can stand. But I'm really quite kind, so we'll begin with a soothing massage". With that she put her gloved hands on Laura's naked belly. The spikes in the gloves dug into Laura's delicate skin, leaving small red marks. She had not yet drawn blood, but the gloves hurt her and she gave small shrieks every time Jane's hands touched her belly, then her thighs. Within minutes her skin was red from chest to knees. Then, without warning, Jane grabbed both breasts with her gloved hands, and squeezed hard. Laura shrieked as the spikes drove through her skin. When Jane took her hands away, Laura saw that her breasts were covered with small drops of blood.
"You think that hurt?" said Jane. "That was just a small taste. Now I'm going to hurt you properly. Let's see if you can stand my teeth. I love biting hard, and I love to see the marks of my teeth on my victim's skin. And I think I'll use a blindfold on you so that you won't know where my teeth are going to strike next." Jane signalled to Martha and another girl, and Laura was turned on her belly with the ropes binding her wrists and ankles even tighter. She could hardly move. Martha bound a black scarf around Laura's eyes, tying it behind her head. Laura could no longer see anything. All she could think of was her back, her bum, her legs, her arms, and the pain that she was about to feel. Where would Jane bite her, and how hard? Martha's teeth had hurt her quite badly that first time, but she had found the experience exciting. Even now, in spite of her real fear, she could feel the tingling in her pussy.
Long minutes passed without any sound, without torture. With each second, Laura's anticipation increased. She could almost feel the touch of Jane's mouth, but still there was no movement. Then it happened. She felt teeth gripping a fold of her back just below the left shoulder. She gasped with surprise, then held her breath as the grip of the teeth steadily increased. After a few seconds the sharp pain began, and Laura started to cry. But Jane did not let go. She bit down harder and harder, grinding her jaws in a chewing motion which was even more painful. "Stop", shrieked Laura, "I can't take any more". But the more Laura shrieked, the harder Jane bit. She was certainly getting her revenge. After a minute, Jane let go. She laughed. "Look at those marks", she said. "Those are going to show for quite a while. Did you enjoy that?" "No, whispered Laura weakly". "It really hurt bad." "It was meant to. But I've only just started." With that Jane sank her teeth into the back of Laura's thigh, just below her bum, and chewed hard until Jane screamed again. Then she paused, while Laura lay helpless, moaning softly with the pain in her leg. "Can I bite right though her skin and draw blood?", Laura heard Jane ask someone, presumably Martha. "Go ahead, enjoy yourself" came the reply. Laura felt Jane pinch up a fold of skin at the back of her calf and then those sharp teeth struck again. Harder and harder Jane bit into the soft flesh. The bite seemed to go on for ever, and the agony increased with every second. Then Laura felt something wet trickling down her lower leg. Jane had punctured the skin and drawn blood. The pain was terrible. Jane giggled as she looked at the damage she had done to Laura's leg. She really was enjoying the torture session. That was the worst of the bites that day, but Jane went on biting Laura many times, hard long painful bites on her arms, back, bum, thighs and calves.
Jane hardly resisted as the blindfold was removed and she was turned on her back. "Let's try something different" said Jane, as Laura gazed up at her with fear in her eyes. She now knew that Jane would stop at nothing to hurt her. Jane turned to the trolley and picked up one tool after another. Eventually she chose a pair of spring-loaded pliers, with serrated metal jaws which could be adjusted by means of a screw. Laura had seen similar ones in her Dad's workshop, and had once tried them on her forearm. They had left a red mark, and Laura had not dared to use them with the jaws set closer. Jane adjusted the screw until the jaws were half an inch or so apart. Then she grabbed a fold of skin on Laura's ribs, just below the breast, opened the jaws, placed the pliers on the skin and pressed them shut. All this time she looked straight into Laura's eyes to see her reaction. The metal jaws pressed into the skin, hurting, but not more than Laura could stand. She remained silent and stared back into Jane's eyes. "I can see that we have a long way to go" grinned Jane as she opened the pliers and turned the screw to close the jaws a little more. She picked up the same fold of skin and closed the pliers on it. This time the pain was sharp, and Laura yelled with pain. A third time the screw was tightened and the jaws closed on Laura's skin. Now the pain was almost unbearable. Would Jane tighten the screw again? When she closed the pliers on Jane for a fourth time, Laura let out a blood-curdling scream. She had never felt such pain before. But instead of opening the jaws again, Jane left the pliers hanging on Laura while the victim shrieked in agony. Then Jane picked up the handle of the instrument and started to twist and turn it to make the pain even worse.
"I think that's enough for this session" said Martha. But Laura had fainted.
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