ColonelTorture
12-10-2009, 11:42 PM
(inspired by the 3D artistry of the dude known as Quoom)
The four men who kidnapped and then gang raped Traci Clifford forced her inside a room specially prepared for her. The men knew prior to their foray that Traci would be one of their victims. They also knew she wasn’t young enough at 39 to be sold overseas as a sex slave. So instead they prepared this room with the brunette’s still lovely body in mind. All in all Traci Clifford’s stay with her white slaver hosts would be short and sweet. Sweet at least for the four men pushing her naked body inside the room where they intended to torture her until dawn. Very sweet.
They took the pretty woman - nude as stated with her hands tied behind her back - and forced her to stand with legs apart over a purpose-built sawhorse. Despite her shame and intense fear Traci noticed that two braids of copper wire ran along either edge of the plank that constituted the ‘crown’ of this sawhorse. This seemed important because as the men began to hoist the sawhorse upward upon its adjustable base Traci noted that the horizontal plank with its twin wire edging began to fit snugly against her vulva. Immediately sensing what the men had in mind Traci began to squirm in an attempt to break free. But strong hands and profanity kept her sexy body in place. Until, quite painfully, the sawhorse’s rough plank and braided wires were wedged tight against her labia and vagina. Traci arched her back and tried to get onto the tips of her toes to alleviate the crushing agony between her legs. But her hosts laughed and told her this was just the beginning.
Because now a whole series of braided copper wires were strung up parallel with the sawhorse. Like telegraph wire between utility towers the men strung pairs of stout filament at varying levels close in to Tracy’s nude body. One pair passed beneath Traci’s armpits and acted like a sort of harness once they were securely tied off at each end. The lowest pair passed underneath Traci’s bare feet and - in conjunction with the upper wires - allowed Traci to clumsily balance an inch or so off the ground. Just enough to lessen the crunching agony between her legs. A last set of two wires ran level with the brunette’s nipples; in fact, had been looped about Traci’s breasts and across her bare back once each before continuing in their original direction and tied off at either end.
The end result was a beautiful, naked woman balanced on gleaming braids of copper wire with a coarse plank shoved on end between her spread legs writhing in pain. The wires at this woman’s armpits, breasts and feet gave her the appearance almost of a gymnast - or a high wire contortionist - poised in the midst of a graceful performance. But there was NOTHING graceful about the pain Traci was experiencing. As her tormentors circled the sawhorse offering comments as to both her pale, helpless body and the capabilities of their torture device.
“She’s gonna’ dance! Ain’t she!”
“This’ll be better than that Thompson girl in Illinois!”
“She’s got great legs, doesn’t she?”
“Seems a pity to waste her like this.”
Tracy bowed her head and despite her best efforts gave her kidnappers the satisfaction of seeing her cry. It hurt so much. Then the men in turn ‘thanked’ her for servicing them all so well in the basement earlier. The last to do this, an especially cruel man with dark eyes, moved in close to Traci and told her she could have one last chance to beg for mercy. Then slunk away. Traci lifted her beautiful, tear stained face and started to plead with the men in barely a whisper. But almost immediately a crackling sound sprung up everywhere inside the room and Traci felt a surge of indescribable pain between her spread legs.
The men hooted and whistled.
“EE - aaaagggghhhhhhhh!”
So, the wires were electrified. Better yet, each ‘pair’ of braided wires ran off different breakers. This allowed the men who would torture Traci Clifford for the balance of the night to pick and choose which wires they would send current through. That first jolt sped along the sawhorse edging tight against Traci’s raw vagina. The second ran through the leads wrapped about the poor woman’s breasts.
“Naagghh - eeeeAAAAGGGGHHHH!”
The men were correct. Tracy did dance. Because the cruel man with the dark eyes constantly alternated which set of wires carried the current used to jolt her. He might send a light charge into the pair that ran underneath his victim’s armpits.
“Aaaaaagghh…”
But when Traci lifted away from these wires by pressing the balls of her feet against the wires that ran along close to the floor he would switch to those.
“EE - aagggghhhh! Nugghh!”
So the brunette would naturally draw her bare feet up from the deck away from the scorching electricity. Merely redoubling the crushing pain in her vulva from the pressing sawhorse plank. Which, as has already been mentioned, was equipped with its own set of electrified trim.
“NO! Aagghh! EE - aagggghhhh! NUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Then, just for fun, the men would give Traci another kiss of electricity in the nipples. Just to even things out.
“AAAARRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! Stop! Stop! NUGGHHHH!!”
It went on like that for hours. Armpits. Feet. Breasts. And all the while the sawhorse plank between Traci’s legs mashed at her labia and clitoris. And occasionally flared to life with sizzling electricity.
“EEEE - aaaarrrrgggghhhh!! Please stop! Please stop! PLEASE! Nuuuugggggghhhhhh!! NuuuuGGGGGGHHHHHH! Please…”
It went on like that for hours. Until dawn finally broke. The men split up into teams to collect up the younger women abducted the previous night for relay to ThePORT. The cruel man though remained with Traci and mercifully removed the torture wires before lowering her body from the sawhorse. The brunette was delirious with pain…and burn marks decorated her tasty flesh here and there. But the cruel man noted that Traci’s lips and mouth were none the worse for wear…so once he had her back down inside the cellar he enjoyed Traci that way for awhile. He didn’t have the heart to tell his victim that she wasn’t going to have the pleasure of meeting the Controller or experiencing ThePORT. No. Instead the man with the cruel, dark eyes released fully across Traci’s pretty face. Then hogtied her inside the cellar. When his companions brought down her daughter Sierra the man with the dark eyes informed Traci she was due for another eight hours upon the sawhorse. Only this time Traci would have company.
The four men who kidnapped and then gang raped Traci Clifford forced her inside a room specially prepared for her. The men knew prior to their foray that Traci would be one of their victims. They also knew she wasn’t young enough at 39 to be sold overseas as a sex slave. So instead they prepared this room with the brunette’s still lovely body in mind. All in all Traci Clifford’s stay with her white slaver hosts would be short and sweet. Sweet at least for the four men pushing her naked body inside the room where they intended to torture her until dawn. Very sweet.
They took the pretty woman - nude as stated with her hands tied behind her back - and forced her to stand with legs apart over a purpose-built sawhorse. Despite her shame and intense fear Traci noticed that two braids of copper wire ran along either edge of the plank that constituted the ‘crown’ of this sawhorse. This seemed important because as the men began to hoist the sawhorse upward upon its adjustable base Traci noted that the horizontal plank with its twin wire edging began to fit snugly against her vulva. Immediately sensing what the men had in mind Traci began to squirm in an attempt to break free. But strong hands and profanity kept her sexy body in place. Until, quite painfully, the sawhorse’s rough plank and braided wires were wedged tight against her labia and vagina. Traci arched her back and tried to get onto the tips of her toes to alleviate the crushing agony between her legs. But her hosts laughed and told her this was just the beginning.
Because now a whole series of braided copper wires were strung up parallel with the sawhorse. Like telegraph wire between utility towers the men strung pairs of stout filament at varying levels close in to Tracy’s nude body. One pair passed beneath Traci’s armpits and acted like a sort of harness once they were securely tied off at each end. The lowest pair passed underneath Traci’s bare feet and - in conjunction with the upper wires - allowed Traci to clumsily balance an inch or so off the ground. Just enough to lessen the crunching agony between her legs. A last set of two wires ran level with the brunette’s nipples; in fact, had been looped about Traci’s breasts and across her bare back once each before continuing in their original direction and tied off at either end.
The end result was a beautiful, naked woman balanced on gleaming braids of copper wire with a coarse plank shoved on end between her spread legs writhing in pain. The wires at this woman’s armpits, breasts and feet gave her the appearance almost of a gymnast - or a high wire contortionist - poised in the midst of a graceful performance. But there was NOTHING graceful about the pain Traci was experiencing. As her tormentors circled the sawhorse offering comments as to both her pale, helpless body and the capabilities of their torture device.
“She’s gonna’ dance! Ain’t she!”
“This’ll be better than that Thompson girl in Illinois!”
“She’s got great legs, doesn’t she?”
“Seems a pity to waste her like this.”
Tracy bowed her head and despite her best efforts gave her kidnappers the satisfaction of seeing her cry. It hurt so much. Then the men in turn ‘thanked’ her for servicing them all so well in the basement earlier. The last to do this, an especially cruel man with dark eyes, moved in close to Traci and told her she could have one last chance to beg for mercy. Then slunk away. Traci lifted her beautiful, tear stained face and started to plead with the men in barely a whisper. But almost immediately a crackling sound sprung up everywhere inside the room and Traci felt a surge of indescribable pain between her spread legs.
The men hooted and whistled.
“EE - aaaagggghhhhhhhh!”
So, the wires were electrified. Better yet, each ‘pair’ of braided wires ran off different breakers. This allowed the men who would torture Traci Clifford for the balance of the night to pick and choose which wires they would send current through. That first jolt sped along the sawhorse edging tight against Traci’s raw vagina. The second ran through the leads wrapped about the poor woman’s breasts.
“Naagghh - eeeeAAAAGGGGHHHH!”
The men were correct. Tracy did dance. Because the cruel man with the dark eyes constantly alternated which set of wires carried the current used to jolt her. He might send a light charge into the pair that ran underneath his victim’s armpits.
“Aaaaaagghh…”
But when Traci lifted away from these wires by pressing the balls of her feet against the wires that ran along close to the floor he would switch to those.
“EE - aagggghhhh! Nugghh!”
So the brunette would naturally draw her bare feet up from the deck away from the scorching electricity. Merely redoubling the crushing pain in her vulva from the pressing sawhorse plank. Which, as has already been mentioned, was equipped with its own set of electrified trim.
“NO! Aagghh! EE - aagggghhhh! NUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Then, just for fun, the men would give Traci another kiss of electricity in the nipples. Just to even things out.
“AAAARRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! Stop! Stop! NUGGHHHH!!”
It went on like that for hours. Armpits. Feet. Breasts. And all the while the sawhorse plank between Traci’s legs mashed at her labia and clitoris. And occasionally flared to life with sizzling electricity.
“EEEE - aaaarrrrgggghhhh!! Please stop! Please stop! PLEASE! Nuuuugggggghhhhhh!! NuuuuGGGGGGHHHHHH! Please…”
It went on like that for hours. Until dawn finally broke. The men split up into teams to collect up the younger women abducted the previous night for relay to ThePORT. The cruel man though remained with Traci and mercifully removed the torture wires before lowering her body from the sawhorse. The brunette was delirious with pain…and burn marks decorated her tasty flesh here and there. But the cruel man noted that Traci’s lips and mouth were none the worse for wear…so once he had her back down inside the cellar he enjoyed Traci that way for awhile. He didn’t have the heart to tell his victim that she wasn’t going to have the pleasure of meeting the Controller or experiencing ThePORT. No. Instead the man with the cruel, dark eyes released fully across Traci’s pretty face. Then hogtied her inside the cellar. When his companions brought down her daughter Sierra the man with the dark eyes informed Traci she was due for another eight hours upon the sawhorse. Only this time Traci would have company.