[darkstalker]

The man in the tux walks up, tapping his cane against the hard wood and smiles. “Ah, I suppose you wish to know what we are doing?”
“Grrph!” she grunts, feeling the pain racing down her arms from her stretched finger joints. She tries to look up at the man in the tux but has to raise her head up as it is not supported by any spot of the table except for a small stiff wooden piece that bites into the nape of her neck so that her head is instead falling over the edge of the table. Looking up with her arms turned as they are is difficult and yet resting her neck over the edge of the table is no more comfortable.
“Hands are ready,” says one man.
“Good,” says the man in the tux, “get her legs stretched out as well. Our clients should have access to all the choice bits.”
Both men move methodically over to the edges of her body and Allison begins to kick out violently, aiming her blows at the faces of the men, who struggle to grab at her feet. No, she thinks as one grabs her left foot and she kicks the side of his face. She won’t let herself be raped and tortured. She won’t!
It is then that she notes from the corner of her eye as the electric rod descends upon her and has only a moment to scream before the rod digs into her left nipple, sending a violent electric shock through her body. She jerks and shudders against the table, coughing violently as the current passes through her. Her body writhes in its spasms, twisting to and fro out of her control. The men at either end of her legs take advantage and grab hold.
The points of the rod are dug into the side of her neck, just under her jaw. “And here I thought you were learning to be a good girl,” says the man in the tux. Allison whimpers, the tears streaming down her cheeks. “Well that’s all right,” he says, digging the points into her jaw. “After all, this program is one about punishment. So lessons will be learned!” Allison whimpers in fear, her breasts shuddering with her thin gasp.
“Get her spread!” the man orders. Allison feels her legs suddenly jerked wide apart, her vagina spread in such a lude way as to be quite exposed to the audience. This time, though; she does not fight, too fearful of the rod against her neck. Straps are tightened about her ankles and the base of her feet, holding her stretched out in the obscene position, her breasts pushed out to the onlookers around her. As she turns her head she sees a bevy of cameras pointed in her direction from above attached to the ceiling and can only wonder what the audience is seeing. Only now can she recall as she ran towards them that they had some long boxes like computer terminals before each of their seats. Could this be why? So each could be privy to her suffering?
What do they have planned for her? What are they going to do to her?
To add to the humiliation, between the rows of cameras are two large mirrors, letting Allison look at her own body, pulled taught as it is, her breasts bleeding from her earlier abuse. It is something to hurt her mentally she thinks, nothing more. But it is having the desired effect and she is having difficulty controlling her fear.
Her breathing suddenly grows quicker as the men gather around her chest, crouching beneath her and jerking at something metallic, like wire, she thinks. It soon becomes apparent it really is wire as the long mesh is pulled across her chest and pulled down over her breasts. The barbs dig into her tender skin and she struggles, twisting left and right as the barbs are tugged down against her breasts.
“Oh, my dear,” says the man in tux, tapping her tit with the rod. “It’s a little late to struggle now. You’ll only damage yourself further.” She begins to sob, her head hanging over the table, feeling as the men jerk the wiring over her body, pulling and tugging at it so it cuts her flesh, one of the men cursing as the barbs cut his hands through the gloves.
After a few minutes she feels the wire begin to tighten above her breasts. “You’ve got it locked now?” ask the man.
“Yes sir,” says the man to their right. “Damned stuff cut my hand!”
“Yes,” says the man, gripping Allison’s left breast through the wire and roughly begins to tug it in between the two ends of wiring, cutting her breast along the barbs. “Well that happens when you wear shoddy material I suppose.”
“Fuck you,” she hears the man murmur but doesn’t pay more attention as she cries out, feeling as her breast is left to fall against the barbs, now scratched and bleeding. The man begins to pull at her right now, repeating the process of tugging and pulling to get it between the wires. She can only wonder what it is they really plan to do now that they have her pinned down to the table like this? She soon finds out it is hardly the end to her prepping.
“Tighten the wire two more rotations,” says the man, making Allison cry out as she feels the wiring starting to tighten about her tender flesh. The wire bites into her flesh, barbs jabbing at her breasts and ribs, drawing blood. The man taps her breasts where it rest on the wire with his rod and grins. “Good,” he says. “Now prep her cunt.”
“Gghh... nnnggg...” she murmurs through her gag, straining to lift her head and pleading at the man with her eyes. He runs his hand through her hair, cupping her cheek lightly.
“You’re bought and paid for, my dear. We must prep you for the buyers.”
Her breathing increases as she hears the chains being drawn out and pulled. She watches on the mirror above her and can see that these are chains with heads split into three hooks on each end.
“No.no.no.no.no.no,” she murmurs, shaking her head back and forth as the men bring the hooks towards her vagina. She feels on of the men tugging at the flesh of her cunt lips and watches as one hook is drawn near the folds of her flesh. When the hook pierces her skin she screams, bucking against the chain as the hook bites into her most tender of meat.
She feels a rough slap on her cunt and gasp as the feeling makes itself known in her mind. “That hurt bitch?” says the man at her hips. “Too bad!”
He lowers his head and spits on her cunt, then begins to tug at her flesh again. The second does likewise with her left side and Allison can do little but strain against her restraints as each hook is driven into her cunt lips. She thinks the pain is over at least when the hooks are all in place. She couldn’t be more wrong.
The men hadn’t loosened their grip on the chains as they hooked them, but as the last ones were put in place, the men released their grip, letting the chains slap against her, the chains rolling back into the mechanism from where they were drawn, hooks pulling at her flesh. And Allison screams.
The pain as her most tender flesh is stretched apart is agonizing, and she winces, unable to think properly, only sucking in more air to begin to scream once more. It’s because of this she does not notice until her screams are choked off by the strap being tied around her neck, pulled against the base that is at her nape. Her eyes bulge, the pain at her hips temporarily forgotten as the strap is tightened against her throat. The leather digs into her neck, her veins bulging.
She sees herself above in the ceiling, tied down now, straps, wires and chains pulling at her body. She is helpless.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen,” says the man in the tux. “In a minute I will start the machine. As you can see, our lovely young officer is tied in tightly to the contraption. Her crucifix! On her right hand is a small panel of three buttons. After I start the machine, holding those buttons will stop the machine wilst the buttons are held down! But our officer can only stop two of them!
The red button will keep her throat from being crushed! The orange keep her breasts from being shorn off and ribs gored! And the green will keep her cunt from turning into so much ground meat! But she can only choose two! So which will she choose!?”
Allison stares in shock. They are planning to kill her! What’s worse is they are going to break her mind, making her choose how she will die. Only two she realizes, seeing the buttons to her right now, too far apart for her to choose more than two and too large as well. She begins breathing more quickly, realizing this.
“And in case you thought you’d be getting bored just by watching our lovely civil servant’s choices...”
He makes a grand gesture as a cart is wheeled over on which several instruments ranging from hooks, nails, to a blow torch are laid out before her. “How about you do things of which she has no control over?”
Oh gods, she thinks. Not only were they planning to kill her slowly but they were planning on making the torture worse by letting the audience inflict it as well.
“Now ladies and gentlemen,” says the man in the tux. “Put in your votes and send your bids. You can always choose to fuck our lovely officer or torture her or both! Whatever your twisted mind wants! It’s all up to you.” Those last words are said in such a way that send a dread fear down Allison’s spine, her bowls loosing themselves as she finds herself pissing on the floor, her piss creating a large puddle on the ground.
“Looks like the lovely lady is so eager to get started she pissed herself!” says the announcer. The crowd laughs. Allison can only hear her heart beating rapidly, eyes wide as she looks down on herself, at the buttons on her right. Then the machine whirs into motion and she finds herself out of time...

The machine whirs to life and Allison begins to feel the pain on her body begin to get greater. The wires over her chest begin to bite down into her flesh, grinding into her ribs, the barbs digging in with their sharp teeth and start to pull. The strap at her throat begins to squeeze tighter making it harder to breathe and the blades at her pussy begin to tug at her tender meat pulling it apart.
Allison stumbles with her prone fingers, eyes wide, chest heaving up and down quickly, fingers fumbling over the buttons and she pushes two down. The barbs at her chest stop moving and the chains lay flat against her hips, but still, the machine whirs, the leather at her throat squeezing. She grits her teeth and begins to move her fingers over to the one at her neck soon realizing she can’t push the one at her hips and neck at the same time. So she’ll either be split open or asphyxiated. This crosses her mind quickly as she begins to move her fingers over when someone grips her head suddenly, pulling her head back sharply, nearly banging her neck against the hard wood base.
A large man with thick patches of burly hair running over his body, man boobs hanging down so his flaccid pink nipples face her. His face is almost without neck, thick slabs of meat hanging over his cheeks and chin like melted wax, his bald dome shining under the hot lamps. But the worst part is his eyes. Small and dark, as if looking down at her like nothing more than raw meat to be eaten.
“Always wanted to choke out a copper,” says the man.
“Nggg...” she whispers, gurgling the noise behind her gag, her fingers slipping from the panel, barbs beginning to cut into her flesh, grating against it again while the cold hooks slowly begin to tug at her labia once more. “Pease...” she hisses.
The backhand stings loudly against her face, her cheek burning suddenly. “Fucking copper,” he says, slapping her again, splitting her lip against the gag. “How many times I see a whore like you in yer fancy dresses, always lookin’ down on me cuz I’m overweight? Well...”
The obese man raises his foot and pushes the ball of his foot into the opening of her gag, her tongue pushing against the hard wrinkles, tasting the fungal cream and powders on it. “How ‘bout you lick my foot while I beat yer’ fat tits in, cunt?” he hisses.
She coughs against the gag, her tongue trying to push futilely against the man’s foot, her neck straining, veins bulging, head being pushed back against the head board. Drool and slobber run down her cheeks, her cheeks bulging as she coughs against the foot in her mouth. She cries, her chest wracked with sobs, her large breasts swinging, the machine temporarily forgotten.

The large man smiles, tugging at the woman’s left breast. It expands so nicely, so full and rich, he thinks. It makes him happy and at once angry. Angry at all the rejection and heartache he’s had to endure at the hands of women like this. In his anger he crushes the woman’s nipple between his thumb and index finger, licking his upper lip as he feels her flesh resist his strength. How long? How long has it been since he’s wanted to fuck a woman like this? But no matter how much money he’d throw at these women they’d always shun him, always laugh at him behind his back! Always mocking him!
He does not even notice when he picks up the lash, his hand shaking. Doesn’t notice that it’s one with a razor lining the edge or notice when he raises his hulking arm and brings it down for the first blow with brutal force. But the woman does. Her body reacts suddenly, jerking as the lash rips through the pained flesh of her breasts. She shrieks against his heel, her tongue pushing against the bottom of it, back arching and breasts rising, giving him an even better target to lash out against.
The man grins. “You like that, did you?” he hisses, a small pride at making the woman wail making him feel mighty. “Well here’s another!” The lash comes down again and he watches as a thin line of red appears on the woman’s large bosom. This is soon followed by more lashes. Each blow creating a red etching against her flesh. His arm comes down again and again, those large breasts swinging back and forth, dotting his arm with spots of red as each lash comes down. “You like that?!” he yells. “Huh!? Huh!?”
The woman only answers with a gurgling shrill cry from beneath his foot her body straining and making it an even more inviting target. He continues for several minutes, the woman’s screams lulling him, her fingers flexing and twisting. But soon, he is sweating, his pits chaffing, and water stinging his eyes. He wipes at it roughly and looks towards the woman’s limp tits, now red and raw with his beatings. It makes his member hard, to see her body shuddering, quivering like this. He grins, hearing the crowd around him clapping, their joy at the woman’s suffering palpable, cheering him on. Now he is the one making her suffer instead of the other way around.
He takes his heel out of woman’s mouth, finally allowing her to breathe. She sobs loudly, her breasts awash with fire, blood running down her chest. “You like that whore?” he growls, gripping her head. “Well now you’re gonna’ pleasure me with that filthy mouth of yours! If you aren’t going to give me one hole, you’ll give me another!”

Allison tries to shake her head, to answer him that she’s never been one of these women who have hurt him, but the man’s meaty hands are too thick and hard to let her move her head away and the gag prevents her from saying anything coherent. Though she is uncertain if it would do any good. This man... his eyes bleed of blackness and her breasts can attest to his hatred.
Soon his monster penis is being shoved into her throat between the opening of the gag. It pushes in roughly, slamming into the base, making her gag, writhing against his hips as his member clogs her wind pipe, keeping her from breathing. The hairs on his ball sack push against her nose, his wide member stretching her mouth impossibly wide, cheeks bulging. She coughs, feeling the spittle coming up her nose, mixing with the hairs from his bodies. Her hands slap at the edges of the cross, the machine temporarily forgotten due to her current situation.

“That hard for you?” the man says mockingly, watching her body swing back and forth, slick with sweat and blood. “Breathing that is? Well now, you’ll have to ask me permission to breathe rather than me doing stuff for you!” He grins, hearing the woman shriek around his member. Her nose tickles his balls sending a tingle up his spine, making his member shiver with precum.
He grips her head, feeling her fine supple neck and pulls out slowly, hearing how she gags with such a lovely sound around his cock. He thinks, she probably has never had something so big in her fine mouth. Just a bunch of limp dicked frat boys, no doubt. This thought surges him on and he slams back down into her throat with brutal force, making her grunt in pain, her body writhing. He licks his upper lip, enjoying the action as she struggles and pulls out slowly once more so only the head is inside her mouth before slamming back down again. The woman writhes violently sending a flutter through the man’s insides.

Allison feels something tear in the back of her throat, feels as blood trickles down her lips as the man brutally slams his member inside her throat a third time, his ball sack crushing her nose. She squirms around, feeling something tightening around her neck, suddenly remembering she needs to stop the machine too.
She tries to look over her side, at the buttons and forces herself to look at them as the man brutally fucks her throat, slamming his cock into her sore neck over and over in hard thuds. She makes her fingers reach to the far right, pushing the buttons. She feels the strap on her neck stop, but is unable to hold the one at her chest, the man slamming into her throat making it difficult to concentrate enough to push both buttons down. So it is she feels the barbs continue to dig into her ribs, the hooks at her vagina tugging at her flesh.
She shuts her eyes and cries. Please, she begs mentally. Please stop this!

But whatever gods above or below seem to ignore her request, leaving her to face her tormentor alone. For the man, all he can see is a woman suffering and he begins to remember anew what he has gone through with each of his former attempts at courting one. Feeling an anger burn deep within him, he grabs the underside of the woman’s chin, holding her head back and begins to slam into her face, ramming it over and over in quick rapid succession. He enjoys the view of her, how her veins bulge against her neck, her throat making beautiful gagging sounds as his member thrust deep into her it, creating a large bulge in her throat with each blow.
It brings him such joy to see her suffer this way, to see her breasts swing wildly, slapping against each other with each thrust. He begins pumping into her tender neck even faster, a rhythm building within him of wild frantic excitement, and pushes his thumbs down into the concaves of her throat, making her squirm as she finds herself unable to breathe because of something new.

Allison can barely breathe, her nose trying to catch breaths between each thrust and having difficulty in doing so, the man’s piston motions jamming his curling hair slick with sweat into her nasal cavities. Each blow is brutal and she feels her throat expanding with each one, the leather adding a tormenting pain to her breathing while his thumbs dig into the sides of her neck adding a greater pain to what she feels already. From no place can she acquire air and yet from everywhere it seems to be squeezed shut. Her body writhes in agony.
The other pains are forgotten, her fingers slipping from the controls as the man quickens his pace, making the act of breathing all the more difficult. It barely registers in her mind that the belt on her neck is still constricting when the man slams his girth into her face, crushing her nose against his thick overhanging flesh, his testicles pushing into her cheeks. Truthfully she doesn’t even notice the hot wash of cum spilling out into her throat, the gagging reflex making her involuntarily swallow the hot loads. Her body chokes it down, seeking air and finding none...

For the man this has been an intense pleasure, the woman’s lips a fine conductor for his lust. It is unfortunate that she has the gag in place. The plastic makes the feeling of her lips less fulfilling. However; he does note that she’d likely have bitten his member off if she didn’t have it and he just can’t have that.
He pulls out from her mouth feeling the last loads of his semen draining into her throat. A trail of cum still sticks like a string to her lips. He takes his member in hand and wipes the end on her chin, enjoying the thin trail running down her cheek. He looks down on her, expecting some to slide out from her mouth and comes to the realization that she has already swallowed it.
He rubs her cheek almost tenderly, smiling. “Good lil’ slut,” he whispers. “Just like a good copper’, taking all the loads a man shoots.” He slaps her face hard, the sound ringing loudly in the room, but the woman’s eyes remain dull, unresponsive.
A dark image crosses his mind and he prepares his lightening erection. “How about we clean you off, shall we?”
He aims his flaccid member towards her face, her eyes already rolling back, almost drunk. The stream of piss comes out in a thick shower, spraying over first the woman’s chin, over her neck and then down into her nose and over her eyes. She blinks rapidly, snorting out the piss from her nose but gives no other response to being abused in this way.
The man grins, his mind thinking of the other women in his life and imagining it is them strapped down to the table and being pissed on. He slaps the woman across the face half heartedly and lumbers off, pleased with his use of her and feeling like more a man than he has in several years.

Allison’s lips quiver, her eyes tearing up. The urine had made her gag but being able to breathe around it had felt so much better than choking on the man’s cock that she hadn’t resisted. Truthfully, the water had woken her up a bit, bringing her back to consciousness once more, though she is uncertain if that is a good thing or not. She is still in the middle of this horror. That is a reality she can not escape.
The pressure on her throat reminds her, while she can breathe now, that won’t remain true if she remains passive. She raises her head up, still dizzy from the choking the man had put her through, the marks of his fingers clearly felt under her jaw line. Still, she forces herself up. Her survival counts on it.
She looks towards the red button and presses it down, keeping the leather from choking her and is able to press the orange button as well to keep the barbs from tearing her chest further. She cries, the tears running down her cheeks. While she can keep these two from hurting her, the hooks at her hips are still pulling, and it’s beginning to hurt now. It....
“Iiieeeaaaa!” she screams, feeling a hard blow land on her cunt, her fingers instantly losing their grip on the buttons.
“What’s wrong cop?” says a distinctly Negroid voice. “Can’t take a hit?”
She tries to raise her head, to look at the man who has hurt her when a second blow lands on her cunt, smashing down on her clit with brutal force and she shrieks, all coherent thought lost in her agony.