A Session on the Bars
by Cortez. All rights reserved.
СNow, my dear if you will just slip your clothes off, weТd like you kneeling up on those bars beside youЕТ
The girl whimpered, just as they all did, as she peered through the glaring lights at the ominously simple piece of apparatus bolted to the bare concrete floor at her side. Just a pair of parallel wooden struts, just over shoulder width apart and each one fixed across two solid, knee high posts. The flat narrow top of each bar, and the thick leather straps that dangled down from them, were dark and stained with moisture and hard use.
СThe clothes off now, my dearЕ or would you like the men to strip you?Т The colonel chuckled, Сsome women enjoy being forced, I believeЕТ The warning was enough. Her head bent in shame, the slim, attractive young student began undoing the buttons of her cotton dress.
In the hot, sticky darkness of the cellar, her interrogators watched avidly, enjoying the view as she tried to hide her naked breasts by holding the dress against her body. СRemember, I want everything offЕ even those,Т the colonelТs voice carried softly from beyond the lights. The girl dropped the dress reluctantly, her trembling fingers grasping the narrow waistband of her brief white panties as she slowly started to remove even that inadequate covering. She peeled the little triangle of material away from her mound then reached between her legs, tugging the narrow cord free from the cleft of her buttocks.
Her interrogators watched as the naked girl instinctively curled her body round, using her arms in a desperate attempt to shield her cunt and nipples from their gaze. The colonel smiled to himself. In a few minutes, once she was strapped into position, it would be exactly those places that they would work on first. СThatТs better, my dear. Now, Lieutenant Perez will help you onto the barsЕТ
Anna Perez, Colonel MarcosТ most trusted assistant, was a slim, attractive woman in her mid twenties. As usual for their shared torture sessions, she was dressed in a short, white doctorТs coat, her bare legs hinting that she wore little beneath the crisp, white cotton. High cheekbones and short cut black hair gave her face a severe appearance and, like the colonel, her eyes were alight with cruel anticipation of what they were about to do to the young student before her. She pushed the girl quite gently, her soft shoes making no sound on the bare concrete floor, until she was standing between the wooden bars. СHold the front of the bars with your hands then get your knees up.Т
Shivering violently, but too scared to make any further protests, the girl scrambled awkwardly onto the bars, wincing as she was forced to kneel along the rough wood, straddling her legs wide apart. СNo, no, knees forwardЕ right forward, now kneel upЕТ Obedient to the urging voice, the young student edged forward, inch by inch, until she was poised at the front of each narrow beam, leg muscles quivering as she fought to keep her balance.
Once satisfied with the girlТs position, the lieutenant worked with the speed of long practice, ankle straps first, then the wide, thick straps over the top of each calf, lovingly tightened to hold the knees hard against the wooden rail. She took the girlТs arms, pulling them backwards. СHands togetherЕТ The nylon tie made a sharp СzzziipТ as Anna Perez pulled it tight around the girlТs slim wrists. Finally, she reached up to clip a dangling rope to the wrist tie. In the darkness, someone pulled the rope taut, dragging the girlТs arms up and away from her back, forcing her body to bow forwards.
A sudden silence fell in the underground chamber as the rope was secured. Alone in the pool of light, the girl trembled as she waited, panting softly beneath the hot glare of the lamps, her thighs strapped wide, the taut cones of her breasts swinging gentlyЕ ready for the colonel to begin.
Hearing a rattle of equipment, the girl twisted her head, staring frantically to her left to see what the lieutenant was doing. A soft, muffled scream came from her throat as she saw the magneto, the wires and the sinister collection of clips, probes and needles on the glass top of the trolley. СNo, not that, no, I havenТt done anything, no, no, please noЕ.Т The babbling pleas and frantic shaking of her head made absolutely no difference at all Е Having listened, and ignored, the student stories of the regimeТs treatment of prisoners for years, Linda Cho was about to discover the agony of torture for herself.
The colonel walked into the pool of light as Anna Perez reached up to fondle the girlТs dangling nipples. СNow Miss Cho, LindaЕ you are going to discover some of the truly agonizing things we do to naughty little studentsЕТ He paused, watching his assistantТs expert hands stroking the helpless hanging curves. СI think weТll start with those delightful breasts that I see Lieutenant Perez is preparing for me so carefully.Т He picked up two shiny steel alligator clips, the thin red wires from each one snaking back to the connections on the magneto, and opened the jaws so the girl could see the wickedly serrated teeth. The lieutenant smiled as she watched the colonel, squeezing some clear gel onto her fingers before continuing with her deliberate, milking caresses.
The two expert torturers waited patiently for the girlТs body to react to the teasing stimulation of the slippery fingers working her nipples into thick, shining stubs. Watching his young victim biting her lip in growing sexual heat, the colonel wondered if she realized that the gel his lieutenant was rubbing across her teats was specially prepared to improve electrical contact in the skin. He grinned to himself, thinking with a familiar, delicious thrill of what he was going to do to this girl in a few moments time. At last, the lieutenant cupped the dangling cones, showing him the girlТs rigid nipples were ready for the clips to be applied.
Linda Cho bent her head down, transfixed in horror as the two of them calmly prepared her body for torture. She could only watch helplessly when the woman held the soft, warm weight of her left breast cupped delicately in her palm, holding it still and allowing the colonel to position the shiny, steel teeth over the hard peak.
СAaaah, oh God nooo! It hurts, it hurts, take it off!Т Linda squealed as the metal teeth bit deep into the nerve-rich tip. Her torturers just laughed, watching the fleshy cone jiggling and bouncing as the girl writhed in pain. They paused once again, waiting patiently for her to calm down from the initial shock before repeating the treatment with her right breast.
With both clips in place, the colonel stroked Linda ChoТs hair, enjoying his victimТs fear before he stepped back to the little tableЕand prepared to spin the handle of the magneto. СShhh, Linda, weТre ready for you nowЕ so, watch my hand carefully. Can you feel it? As I turn this handle, so, nowЕ you feel the pain? Oh yes, yes I see you doЕТ The colonel wound the handle for a few moments, sending the first surge of current through the thin, red wires and into to the girlТs nipples. The little machine wined softly and, for a split second, it seemed as though nothing happened. Then, almost in slow motion, the girl reared back against her bonds, muscles and sinews locked rigid as the electric shock ripped through her body.
The demented scream tailed away and Linda Cho flopped back against the straps and the supporting rope, her breath coming in heaving gasps as she tried to ride the pain of that first, awful shock.
СReady againЕ watch the handle nowЕТ The whine of the magneto was louder and more urgent this time. Once more the girl reared up, her mouth yelling her agony upwards to the vaulted ceiling, her fingers and toes writhing madly as the lancing fire of the current scorched across her nipples.
СAAAAH, Nooooooo! AH! AAAH! ARRRRGGGGHHH!Т
For ten interminable minutes the colonel played the young girl like an instrument of pain. The whining song of the magneto rose and fell as he spun the handle, deliberately varying the speed and surge of current so that Linda Cho bucked and twisted in a delirium of agony. Pinned to the bars that held her thighs apart she could only flex her hips and upper body in response to the repeated shocks. Her two torturers smiled at each other as they watched the wild dance of her breasts, the way the clips and wires flailed madly as she jerked and jolted at the devilish, fizzing touch of the electric current. But the little teeth held firm despite all her efforts; each clip gripping a red, swollen nipple in an excruciating vice of steel.
The colonel stopped turning the handle finally, letting the girl rest and recover before they started on her cunt. Almost casually, he removed the clips, watching the girl fighting to master the new, thudding agony of returning circulation. Linda Cho cried out again, a thin despairing wail this time, as the lieutenant fingered the raw peaks, pressing the injured flesh so that both of them could enjoy the sight of how she twitched and moaned at the lightest touch.
СWeТll move on, lieutenantЕ allow an hour or so for her tits to swell up a bit more and sheТll scream at the touch of a feather,Т the colonel laughed. The woman smiled too; excited by the knowledge of where the agony was going to be applied this time. She walked round behind the strutted girl, hands running over the slick curves of her buttocks before probing the deep valley to finger the soft, crinkled bud of the girlТs anus.
She leaned over, whispering into her ear, building up the fear and anticipation of the next stage of the dreadful torture. СA little bulb up here and thenЕТ Her hand slid forwards, cupping the bulge of Linda ChoТs cunt and stroking the wet, sensitive flesh at the entrance of her vagina with one, knowledgeable finger. СЕThen you will pray for us to go back to frying your tits. I guarantee it!Т
The lieutenant loved any chance to use the bars, the position left a manТs cock and balls, or a womenТs cunt, so wonderfully wide open for all the delicious things that could be done to them. She remembered last weekТs session with the young man on these very bars. Only eighteen, but so well endowed.
Once theyТd forced him onto the bars and strapped him down, sheТd worked his penis erect, using the gel to provide an unbearable slippery sensation as she stroked the shaft and then teased the smooth purple crest of his glands until heТd jerked and thrust against the straps sending a thick jet of milky fluid arcing out onto the floor.
Then, all the excitement of working him to another strong erection and the fun of wiring him up. The big clip on his balls, Oh God heТd squealed at that! And then using the long, blunt probe, the colonel working the magneto as she slid it up his urethra, working it almost to his bladder and bringing squeals of agony that had made him sound like a woman in labor. Oh yes, Anna Perez loved using the barsЕ
For her own amusement, whilst the colonel prepared the other electrodes, she picked up a slim, black vibrator. Licking the curved plastic rod she placed the rounded point in the dimpled folds of LindaТs anus, Сready again Linda?Т She pushed gently. The colonel saw the girlТs eyes widen as she felt the intruder slipping through the ring of muscle into her back passage. As usual, the lieutenant was whispering to her victim, savoring the gasps and panting breaths as Linda Cho responded to the stimulation she was feeling.
Her thumb found the little switch in the dildoТs handle. СReady to come for us Linda?Т The buzzing was quiet and muffled as the vibrator came to life in Linda ChoТs back passage. The lieutenant moved the handle, turning it gently so that the rounded point buzzed against the delicate tissues inside the girlТs body.
To the colonel, enjoying the way Lieutenant Perez was playing with their subject, the effect of the vibrator was much more obvious and dramatic. Linda ChoТs head lifted and her whole body surged forwards, her mouth opening, fishlike, in a gasp of amazement and shock as she felt the sensations being generated deep inside her by the thin, vibrating rod. About thirty seconds later she began to cry and plead once more as she realized the rod was going to force her to a climax despite her pain and exhaustion.
СOh not that, t-t-turn it off, no nooo, oh, OH, Oh God, oh yesЕ I donТt want t-t-toЕoh god yes, yes, YES!Т
As the cries changed, so Linda let her hips move backwards, now trying to push the vibrator deeper and deeper into her body as she came to her climax in a flood of moisture and spasming muscles. The lieutenantТs free arm was locked round LindaТs waist, trying to hold her madly bucking hips still so she could go on working the vibratorТs buzzing tip against the most sensitive parts of her anus and rectum, forcing the girl to peak after peak, despite her desperate cries for the maddening torment to stop.
СICAAAANTTTT! NOOOOOOO! PLEEEEEEEEESSSS!Т
The words were blurred into a mindless gabble as Linda rode the anal vibrator to a succession of orgasms that left her on the very edge of collapse. Just as the cries became even more shrill and demented, the lieutenant pressed the button to stop it and carefully slid the vibrator free leaving Linda hanging on the ceiling rope, the sweat pouring from her body and dripping onto the concrete floor below.
The colonel watched the gasping figure for a moment and then held up the object heТd been connecting up. СNow youТve had your fun LindaЕ itТs time for us to tickle that pussy of yours.Т In the colonelТs hands, the polished metal probe looked innocent enough. A bulbous, egg-shaped top swelled from a thick shaft that ended in a black plastic collar about two inches wide. Below the collar, a black, rubber handgrip extended a further three inches. A flex curled from the base of the handleЕ a flex that trailed back to another brass connection on the side of the magneto.
The girlТs breasts jiggled and swayed, her ribcage heaving frantically as she tried to catch her breath after her sexual ordeal. She bent her head to study the device he was holding. The colonel grinned at her, squeezing some of the clear electrolytic gel onto the rounded top. He worked it carefully over the whole surface, making sure she could see everything he was doing. СYour see, my dear, this is going where that little vibrator was a minute or so beforeЕOh, no, noЕ donТt worry that itТs too big, Linda, I assure you it will slide in easilyЕ andЕТ He caressed the smooth rounded top, Сonce this bulb is well up inside IТm afraid you just wonТt be able to push it out again.Т He laughed, flicking the black collar with his nails, СЕand this is just to stop you swallowing the thing completely in all the excitement.Т
The lieutenant took the oiled probe, pressing it up between the spread cheeks of LindaТs bottom until it nuzzled against the ring of her anus. The colonel nodded for her to begin, reaching up to hold the girlТs chin in one hand, gazing intently at her face to savor the expressions as the probed was inserted slowly into her rectum. СNo, not up there, you canТt it wonТt g-g-g-goЕUH! The colonel watched the dark brown eyes widen as the bulb started to stretch the tender ring of muscle. СOOOOH! Oh G-God, N-n-n-nooo t-t-t-t-toooo m-m-much, pleeeassse!
Both her torturers could hear the sudden frantic panting as Linda tried to deal with the dreadful stretching pain of the bulbТs entry. СAH! OH G-GOD! Aaaaah!Т LindaТs face contorted in a sudden spasm and she rocked violently against her straps as the bulb of the electrode popped abruptly through the tight ring of muscle, once inside she could feel the fullness of it sliding slowly up into her rectum. The lieutenant twisted the handle gently from side to side; making sure the girl was fully impaled by the device, with the plastic collar pressing hard into the fleshy rosette of her anus.
СSo, now weТre ready for the front, Linda. LetТs just spread those lips a little, shall weЕТ As the colonel spoke, the lieutenant pressed herself against LindaТs back, her arms reaching round and over the achingly spread thighs. Her fingers stroked the shaved delta of the girlТs mound before they moved down and inwards, tips just parting the plump leaves of her labia, toying with her secret flesh so that the nineteen year old shivered and trembled, still in pain from the breast torture and the stimulation of her recent orgasms.
The lieutenantТs fingers slipped deeper, each hand fondling one of the fleshy petals until she could peel the young girlТs labia apart. Spread wide open it was easy for the colonel to use one finger to touch the fleshy hood at the top of the crimson gash, rolling it from side to side until Linda ChoТs clitoris stood proudly erect and she was once more whimpering and babbling with a mixture of arousal and fear, ready for their next agonizing attentions.
He picked one of the alligator clips heТd used on her nipples. He smiled at her again as she understood what he was about to do. Whimpering in fear, she forced her head down, peering at her own cunt as the little jaws of the crocodile clip touched the tender skin on either side of her clit. СReady, LindaЕТ the colonel said softly, letting the muscles of his fingers relax. The jaws closed over the little nub and Linda screamed again as she felt the stabbing pain of the teeth biting into her clitoris. СOh no, no not yet, Linda, not yetЕ remember the handle! Then you can scream for us properlyЕТ
The lieutenant let go of the girlТs labia, allowing them to fold back around the silver clip, and walked round to join the colonel. The two of them took an enjoyable few moments to stroke and fondle the girlТs face and breasts, murmuring quietly to her and explaining in graphic detail what was going to happen. СSo, Linda, time for you to discover what it feels like for yourselfЕТ The colonel brought fresh screams of fearful anticipation from the young girl writhing on the bars in front of him as he reached across to the box on the table…
The lieutenant edged one hand between the buttons of her white coat, her fingers stroking the slippery wetness that had soaked her g-string since she helped with the girlТs initial torture. She moved the wet cotton aside, letting her fingers slide up into the slit of her cunt as the erotic sight of the girl strapped helplessly on the bars whipped at her senses. Linda ChoТs beautiful tawny skin was shiny with sweat; her bedraggled black hanging down, almost obscuring her tear-stained face. With her arms at full stretch up behind her, the cones of her breasts still dangled free of her body, each one shivering and jiggling slightly as she tried to control her rapid breathing.
But what was bringing the lieutenant to her own orgasm, and creating the panic in Linda ChoТs mind as she stared at herself, was the sight of the two electrical connections attached to the most sensitive points of the young studentТs body. The red wire hanging from her clit and the black flex protruding from the probe buried in her anus, both snaking away between her straddled thighs to the magnetoТs brass connectors. The movements of the lieutenantТs fingers became more urgent as she saw the colonel touch the handle.
Silence fell as everyone held his or her breath. Then, the rising whine of the magneto was blotted out as Linda Cho rose against the straps that held her, hips thrusting forwards, her body arching impossibly backwards and her teeth bared in a grimace of agony, as she was galvanized by the current surging into her cunt and the delicate tissues of her rectum. Wild, inhuman sounds bubbled in her throat before her piercing screams of agony filled the cellar once again.
The colonel watched the screaming girl for over half a minute before he stopped turning the handle. The screams turned into frantic, choking sobs as the girl fell forward, only supported by the wrist rope. СReady again, Linda?Т The machine whined and the girl surged upwards once more as the fire blazed through her clitoris.
Another scream of outrage and agony ripped through the cellar. The sight of the current jerking the girl up into muscle wrenching spasms was too much. The lieutenantТs racing fingers brought her to her own swift, hard climax, her cries of release lost in the sounds of LindaТs torment.
СNow, my dear, shall we go on or will you give me the names of your friends?Т The colonel left the table to lift the girlТs chin once more gazing into her pain-wracked eyes. СIt hurts so much, I know. But the machine, it doesnТt careЕ it just goes on and on and on. You donТt want it to go on I knowЕso why not tell me what I wantЕ the names, all the names.Т He waited, watching the beginnings of defeat in the brown eyes before him. СJust to help you decide weТll let the machine give you a little reminderЕ and the lieutenant can show you what happen when she moves that toy in your bottomЕТ
СGod, no, no you canТt! Not more! YouТll kill me no, no, NO! IТll tЕ.Т The colonel knew she had brokenЕ but he enjoyed his work. The confession would comeЕit always did, but he was enjoying the girlТs increasingly desperate efforts to make him stop. The magneto began its song of pain once more. This time the lieutenant stood behind the straddled figure using the insulated hand grip to move the anal probe slowly in and out and letting the fizzing shocks play up and down the whole sensitive length of the girlТs rectum.
Between them the two torturers kept Lind Cho bucking and screaming for a full five minutes before they finally let he collapse against her bonds once more. The colonel pulled the clip away from her clitoris, making Linda squeal and jerk as the teeth ripped across the red, swollen tissues. Then, it was the lieutenantТs turn, making the most of removing the bulbous probe so that Linda groaned with a deeper agony as the wide head was slowly drawn free, sliding across the tender membranes of her anus until she gasped to feel the head slip free.
СNow LindaЕthe names?Т The colonel purred softly, putting his hand on the magneto.
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