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TODAY'S FREE BONDAGE STORY |
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Mei Ling has watched the barbarous torture of her youngest daughter in horror. With her mouth grotesquely twisted by the cruel metal hooks tearing at her lips she can only make the most rudimentary howls and grunts of outrage at the monstrous torments being inflicted upon Su Wei's tortured body. The vicious metal hooks are tearing at the corners of her mouth, she is sure they will split the flesh and her face will be ripped. The nose hook is like a living thing that any moment will sunder her delicate nostrils.
The Princess' name is Peony Blossom, named for Fan Wooh's mother who had been barbarically tortured to death by the hated westerners. She preferred, and consequently was, referred to by the first part of her name, Peony.
Peony told Zhaing how she wanted Mei Ling trussed. Zhaing moved to the spread Mei Ling and sneered in satisfaction at the terrible bondage he had placed her in. Her luscious form is already quite invitingly displayed but to facilitate the desires of the "Princess", and his own savage intentions, he will gleefully bind her in a different manner. Quickly he releases her arms which fall slackly to her sides. He removes the bindings holding her legs, which had been spread horizontally and tries to stand her on her feet, but all feeling and strength has drained from them and they will not support her, she collapses to her knees on the concrete floor. He leaves the terrible hooks distorting her mouth and nose in place, her head twisted back, her face a grotesque mask of pain and terror.
Since she is already on her knees it is a simple matter to double her legs back, binding ankles to upper thighs, the muscles cramping and rebelling after the wide spreading of her legs. Her arms are twisted in back and crossed so that right hand pokes around her waist on the left and her left hand on the right. A thin leather thong is bound around each wrist and pulled tight across her waist The binding is very tight and will cut into the flesh if she struggles, as she most assuredly will under the tortures she is about to be subjected too. A stout bamboo rod is forced between her underarms and back This has the desired effect of thrusting her large breasts up and forward, her body bowed. It also strains her shoulder joints. In this position, the sinews and tendons scream out in anguish as they are stretched and twisted. A spreader bar is bound between her knees to keep her legs splayed. A pair of chains are lowered and attached to the ends of the bamboo rod. Zhaing moves to the wall and turns a crank, the chains rise and Mei Ling is lifted up to dangle above the floor, the pain as the bamboo buries itself into the crook of her armpits lances through her shoulders, intense and searing. The spread of the chains keeps her from turning about.
The nose hook is removed and her lustrous long black hair is bound with a cord and pulled tightly down and tied to the bamboo rod, ensuring her head remains bent sharply back, her only view that of the darkness above, beyond the harsh glare of the lights focused on each of the tormented women.
Peony hands a leather mask to Zhaing who removes the terrible mouth hooks.... Mei Ling moans in anguish and relief at the release of the pressure on her mouth and cheeks, she is barely able to move her jaws. No matter, Zhaing places the mask over Mei Ling's face, it covers her face from just below the eyes to under her chin. A funnel like tube on it's underside is forced into her mouth and down her throat. Straps go around her head and buckle in back.. Next soft rubber plugs are forced into her nostrils. Mei Ling gags and gasps for air. The only way she is able to breathe is through the leather funnel violating her mouth and throat. She wriggles and grunts as her brain frantically casts about in mounting terror as to what they intend.
Mei Ling's eyes bulge in terror as Peony smiles down at her.
"Now tell us....Where has that miserable pig of a Son in Law gone! Nod your head if you wish to unburden yourself and save the trouble of going further. Refuse and I assure you I will experience pain beyond measure."
Mei Ling, terrified and frantic with fear tries to speak but only unintelligible babble emerges from the mask, her head shaking.
"I take that as a no!"
A large barrel, filled with water, is trundled across the concrete to Mei Ling's side. Peony nods to Zhaing and steps aside.
Zhaing removes a large pitcher from the side of the barrel and dips it into the water. Holding it over the broad funnel like opening in the leather mask, he tips it up and begins pouring the contents into the funnel. Mei Ling sputters and chokes, spitting out as much as she is able. Zhaing fills the funnel. It isn't long before Mei Ling has no choice, swallow or suffocate. She opens her throat to gasp for air and is forced to swallow. Water gurgles into her throat as she struggles to empty the funnel and get air into her lungs. Sputtering and gasping she finally gulps the water in the funnel, her chest heaving as she gasps for air.
Zhaing tips the pitcher again filling the funnel again as Mei Ling desperately ingests it in order to breathe. This is repeated again and again. Her stomach swells as more and more water is forced into her. Her belly is distended like a woman in advanced pregnancy, the skin taught and shining.
Peony hands Zhaing a bamboo cane. Taking a stance to one side of Mei Ling he taps it lightly on her swollen abdomen. Drawing back his arm he slashes the cane across the tightly stretched flesh of her bulging midsection.
SSSWWWWAAACCCCCCKKKK!!!
Again
SSSWWAAACCKKKKKKKKK!!!!
SSWWWWWACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!
A terrible screech of agony bursts from the leather funnel jammed into Mei Ling's stretched mouth.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Zhaing slashes the cane across Mei Ling's rounded belly over and over. Each new blow followed by unearthly howling which erupts from the savage mask covering her face. Peony lays a hand on Zhaing's arm and exchanges the cane for a substantial bamboo rod.
He turns back to Mei Ling. She shakes her head frantically, babbling through the mask, her eyes bulging in terror. Zhaing brings the bamboo cudgel forward viciously, slamming it into the taught mound of her stomach.
TWWAAAAPPPP!!!
TTWWWWAAAAAAPPPPP!!
Shrieks of unendurable agony issue from the mask on Mei Ling's face. Water spouts from the funnel with each blow of the ferocious rod. The barbaric beating goes on until nothing but a dribble of bile bubbles from the mask.
Peony once again goes to Mei Ling, and looking into the tormented eyes asks the question. Mei Ling babbles and shakes her head as she tries to convey that she does not have the answer.
Peony steps back and raises her hand, motioning for Zhaing to resume the torture.
Mei Ling struggles and shakes her head as the pitiless fiend again pours water into the funnel. Gradually Mei Ling's belly bulges further and further till it is again fit to burst. Zhaing takes up his cudgel and beats Mei Ling's distended abdomen pounding the water from her. It then begins yet again. It is repeated over and over during the passage of more than an hour and a half. Mei Ling wails and screams constantly as she is forced to ingest water and is savagely pummeled.
Fan Wooh sits nearby in his ornate chair, watching with undisguised lust and pleasure, the barbaric torture of this unfortunate woman.
He beacons to Peony, "Perhaps a little change in methods will loosen their tongues."
"Of course father. Do you have anything in particular you would like?"
"Yes. The prod I think. It always elicits quite pleasurable screaming. No need to change her position."
"Excellent suggestion father.I think Zhaing needs a rest, he has been working very diligently. I personally will conduct this part of her questioning"
Tsu Ming has watched the hideous torture of her mother and pleads with Fan Wooh to stop the fiendish torture. Her mother knows nothing.
"Tell us where your traitorous husband is!"
"I tell you I do not know his whereabouts. Neither do my sister or mother.. Please you must believe me."
"You lie! I will continue the application of means to persuade one of you to give up this foolish loyalty to that pig. All of you will suffer for your stubborn refusal. Get on with it most illustrious daughter."
"With great pleasure father."
Peon has Zhaing remove the vicious leather mask from Mei Ling's face, then releases her hair, allowing her to nod her head forward for the first time in hours. Mei Ling is still gasping and shuddering from her water torture ordeal. She hangs from the vile bamboo pole under her arms. It burrows ever deeper, causing excruciating pain to her arms and shoulders.
Please! Oh Please! Stop this torment. I do not have the information you ask for. Please! Have mercy!"
"As my father says, You Lie!.
Peony goes to one of the many large cabinets lining the walls of this hellish chamber. Opening a large door she removes a black baton 3 feet long. On one end two shiny prongs curve out like the horns of a goat. The other end is an insulated handle with a dial at the tip and a red button where ones thumb would rest. She returns to Mei Ling and pointing it at her asks if she knows what it is.
Dumb struck Mei Ling shakes her head.
"The western barbarians call it a cattle prod. It is used to shock cattle to get them to move as they want. I press this little button and a large charge of electricity passes between the prongs you see on the end. By way of illustration she depresses the button and a brilliant blue/white flame arcs between the prongs. I will touch very sensitive places on your body. It will send a surge of electricity into that place when I press the button. I will continue doing it until you tell me what I want. I can keep on indefinitely. You will beg for the water treatment to be resumed. Now! Tell me what I want!"
"Please I beg you, don't do this. I don't know the answer to your question. If I did I would tell all, but I don't know!"
"You may bring an end to it at any time by telling me what I ask!"
"NOooooooo! Please! NOooooooo! "
Peony touches the prod to Mei Ling's battered, tormented, and quivering belly but does not activate it. She moves it down between her wide splayed thighs and inserts it between the plump lips. Down the insides if her thighs. She slides it up the side of her torso and over her neck behind the ear. All the time prodding but she doesn't press the button. Down into the valley between Mei Ling's lush bulging breasts, up and over the globes pausing over a nipple, grinning and smirking at Mei Ling as she flinches and jerks, knowing that at any moment the electricity may surge from the prongs to sear her flesh.
Peony lowers the point of the prod to Mei Ling"s navel.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT!!! a flash of blue/white crackles and 20,000 volts
of electricity leaps between the prongs. She holds the button down, the voltage scouring a path across the vibrating flesh.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!"
Peony holds the button as she drags the prongs across shuddering muscles as Mei Ling thrashes and convulses in the throes of the electricity, her body tense and staining against her bindings. Her muscles twitch and contract involuntarily in reaction to the electric charge. Finally Peony lifts her finger and draws the prod back.
Mei Ling continues to convulse and tremble.
Peony looks to Mei Ling, a raised eyebrow asking "WELL?"
"I do not know. I do not know! Please! No more. Please."
Peony reaches out with the prod and touches under a breast, drawing a circle around it, up and across the curved mound to the large stiff pinnacle at it's crest. The prongs either side of the large erect nipple.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!"
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRR!!!!"
Mei Ling's breast seems to explode as the powerful charge blasts through the huge nipple and tears into the quaking flesh, convulsing and jumping as the nerves are seared, jolting and leaping as her entire body shudders and vibrates. Her screams reverberate through Fan Wooh's den of pain and torture. They go on and on, rising in pitch and intensity as Peony holds Mei Ling in unspeakable agony.
Tsu Ming screams in frustration to stop.
"If she will not talk then YOU tell us what we want, or I will continue playing with your precious mother!"
"She doesn't know the answer to what you ask!"
"I will continue until one of you tells me."
"We DO NOT KNOW!!!"
Peony lowers the prod toward Mei Ling's splayed thighs. |
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