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Chapter 33 – Torturing The Twins
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Copyright 2004
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"This is truly delicious," said Ludivine between grunts that signified the pleasure her sex was experiencing. Major Huntington was driving his cock into her pussy like a man possessed. Ludivine was on her back with her legs raised perpendicular to her body. Her hands had a firm grasp on the outside of her feet. Each time the Major forced his sizeable prick into her cunt, she pushed her feet into her hands contracting her abdominal muscles. The result was a mutually pleasurable sensation as the walls of her vagina applied pressure along the entire length of the Major's cock. Ludivine groaned and grunted as the lining of her love tunnel filled her mind with erotic sensations.
"You're an excellent fuck. No I would have to say both excellent and exceptional," said the Major responding to the pressure his cock was experiencing. "I would also say, Miss Townly that you've spent considerable time working in a brothel. Only a brothel whore knows that trick," said the Major sweat dripping off his brow. As a man of the world he could appreciate the considerable pressure that the walls of Ludivine vagina were applying to his pounding cock.
"Elena and I worked almost half a year at Mrs. Bromley's English House at Toliara. It was thirty fucks a day, more when an Indiaman made port," said Ludivine exulting in the enjoyment of a good fuck made even more pleasurable by the ear splitting screams of the Chumley sisters. Ludivine found the twins terrible anguish and the resulting cries of pain coupled with piteous pleas for mercy added immeasurably to her enjoyment of intercourse.
A few feet away, Elena and the Viscount were busily engaged in making the exit of the twins from this world as painful as possible. The two experienced torturers were working in a friendly, coordinated fashion exchanging hard won knowledge concerning the optimum methods for maximizing human suffering.
Major Huntington thrust in with all his force grinding his hairy pubic bone against Ludivine's exposed and dangling clit. "I've heard of it and knew Mrs. Bromley when she had a house in Dockside. It was a fine place to spend an afternoon caning the hide off an unwilling doxie. Unlike the more respectable houses, for a few extra quid, you could leave your whore looking liked a skinned rabbit. I heard a rumor that Mrs. Bromley and her idiot son Rodney came to a bad end."
"The rumor is true. Mrs. Bromley's throat was cut from ear to ear. As for Rodney, a vengeful doxie sawed his cock and balls off while she was fucking him."
"Buggers deserved it. Who did the honors?
"I passed my knife across Dora Bromley's neck and held her in my arms until Satan came for her. Elena rode Rodney's prick until the moment he was ready to erupt. At that critical instant she unmanned him in a single stroke much to his surprise. His severed cock remained in her cunt as she climaxed."
"That's capital. Is Toliara where they cut your sex? It is a most wondrous piece of work. Your clit rivals some men's cocks."
"Sir Charles Danby and his wife, Princess Aziza saw to that at Mahajanga. They employed a Chinese surgeon to carve our sex in the fashion of the Manchu courtesans. Sir Charles taking a particular dislike to me, instructed the surgeon to operate without laudanum. My pain was so great I begged for him to kill me. My memory of the knife slowly slicing off my labia is particularly vivid."
"Sir Charles Danby was a patron of Mrs. Bromley and a man known to take his pleasure from the agony of a woman. Still, while your pain must have been great, the result is a sex unequaled in the pleasure it both gives and receives. I had heard of such alterations and how they can make the most modest woman a lustful whore, I had never had the pleasure of observing such a phenomena first hand."
"They create a craving in a woman's sex that cannot be denied. While the pleasure from a single act is much enhanced, it reinforces the need for more of the same."
"The crown should bring these Chinese surgeons to England and let them mutilate all the women's sex in the country. There would not be a happier land under the sun."
"My sister and the Viscount appear to be giving the Lady Eloise and Lady Estelle justice," said Ludivine responding to a particularly loud scream by Lady Estelle.
"Yes, I find the experience of fornication much improved when accompanied by the piteous cries of those evil twins."
Only a few yards away, Viscount Chumley and Elena had carefully maneuvered a small pot of boiling water under the right breast of Lady Estelle. The two ladies were each tightly bound to the identical iron rectangles where hours before Ludivine and Elena had suffered their torture.
An hour ago as a first step in their retribution, Ludivine and Elena had inserted pears in the vaginas of the protesting twosome. Once the pear was forced deep in their pleasure tunnel, the screw was slowly turned expanding the pear to the accompaniment of agonizing cries of pain and tearful requests for mercy. Ludivine and Elena both requested that one of the British soldiers lay on his back with his erection skyward. The two sisters impaled themselves on the vertical erections as they slowly expanded the pear.
Sergeant Major Tilton large hands firmly grasped Ludivine's breasts as she synchronized each descent with a full turn of the Pear's key. Elena, who was similarly impaled, imitated her sister. As the two sat astride the British soldiers, their feet firmly planted on the stone floor, each descent was accompanied by an inhuman scream followed by the most piteous and heart felt cries from Lady Estelle and Lady Eloise for a surcease of their agony.
The former British prisoners of the establishment crowded into the lower secret dungeon to enjoy the prolonged torture of the two women who had shown them no mercy and delighted in their partial castration and the humiliation of being forced to serve the local citizenry as transvestite prostitutes. The British soldiers walked about the dungeon shouting encouragement to Ludivine and Elena as they transformed the twin sisters from imperious rulers of the establishment to broken human beings.
Ludivine recalling the almost unbelievable anguish she had experience when those very same pears had been inserted in her orifices felt thoroughly justified in forcing the smaller pear past the brown pucker of Lady Estelle's anus. To add to her discomfort, she promptly pulled it out then forced its return. She repeated this several times gratified by the loud cries of protest sounded by Lady Estelle.
"I cried and screamed just as you," whispered Ludivine in Estelle's ear. "I felt that same combination of terror and agony as my rectum was invaded."
"Please, I will see that Mohammed Khan rewards you beyond your wildest fantasy," pleaded Lady Estelle.
"I'll go in so far that only the key is visible," said Ludivine ignoring Estelle's offer and pushing the pear deep in her rectum. A British officer by the name of Captain Goddard had replaced Sergeant Major Tilton. He stood quietly beside a screaming Estelle as Ludivine sucked his cock all the while expanding the walls of Lady Estelle's rectum. Captain Goddard availed himself of a long handled iron pincher to bring added pain to Lady Estelle's nipples. Sucking vigorously Ludivine began to slowly turn the small key. Inside Lady Estelle's rectum, the Pear blossomed open, forcing the rectal tissue into an unnatural expansion. With each turn, the screams of Lady Estelle grew louder. As the Pear reached it's maximum girth, Captain Goddard filled Ludivine's mouth with his semen that she greedily swallowed.
Ludivine was pleased to note the large number of British standing about fisting their cock waiting their turn to fuck her and Elena. The torture of the twins would be greatly enhanced by their presence.
"Viscount, I will leave it to you and Elena to finish these two, only sending their souls to Hell when there is not an ounce of pain left in their bodies," said Ludivine having expanded both pears to their maximum.
"It will be our pleasure. For these two have tortured many a man and woman in this place. It is fitting that they suffer their fate here. Ready my dear Elena?" said the Viscount looking down at Elena who was noisily sucking his cock.
"Yes, dear Robert, how would you like to start?" said Elena.
"I could use some souvenirs. Let's remove the flesh from their breasts," replied the Viscount. "It is justified since on many an occasion, I have watched my wife and sister-in-law perform such a separation at the behest of Mohammed Khan. I will employ the same techniques."
That set off an immediate round of cries for mercy from the twin sisters. Ludivine luxuriated in the feelings of having another large cock invade her vagina.
"First we rotate the metal frame to take advantage of Lord Newton's gravity," said the Viscount as he unfastened the bar that held the rectangular metal frame in place. Where the sisters had been vertical for the insertion of the Pears they were now face down toward the floor still a good English yard above the floor. Elena aided the Viscount as the repositioned the women.
"Now that their tits are hanging downward, we provide a cincture at the base of the breast," said the Viscount putting a loop of rawhide around the base of Lady Eloise's breast then drawing it tight.
"Why did you wet the rawhide?" asked Elena.
"It will shrink as it dries," said the Viscount. "This would have been yours and Ludivine's eventual fate. Lady Eloise and Lady Estelle had made a hobby of carefully removing the breast flesh of females. They subject the skin to a process of preservation similar to tanning then they refill the breast with Gutta Percha to reshape it in a life like form. Their collection of preserved breasts and penises are upstairs in their sleeping quarters."
"Here, let me try one," said Elena taking the moistened strand of rawhide from the Viscount and carefully tying it at the very base of Lady Estelle's breasts then drawing it tight while Lady Estelle protested loudly at the pain and begged for mercy.
"Now while we wait for the rawhide to dry, shall we apply the cat to their back side? These Turkish head knots will quickly flay their skin allowing us to examine the underlying musculature. If you have an interest in anatomy, that should be interesting"
"Excellent idea," said Elena taking a powerful swing to land the multi-stranded whip on Lady Estelle's backside. Elena was gratified to see that her initial blow had peeled bloody patches of Lady Estelle's epidermis off on the first blow. Elena stopped to stroke her sex as she contemplated how Lady Estelle's back would look when she was done.
A half hour later, the Viscount called a halt to their efforts. Both women were returned to full consciousness when a bucket of cold salt water was doused on their skinless backs. As the salt crystals found their way into the open cuts, their cries rose to a crescendo. Nearby, Ludivine experienced a powerful orgasm carried onward by the twin's cries of agony.
"Their breasts appear on the edge of bursting," said Elena noting that the four breasts had each expanded to the point that the skin was translucent. Veins and arteries were clearly visible.
"Now we carefully make a small incision right at the rawhide cincture. A straight cut will produce a better result," said the Viscount circling the base of the breast with a razor sharp cutting tool. "The skin will fall off neatly along the cut edge thereby insuring that we can use it for our purpose."
Ludivine was now in the table position mounted from the rear by one of the officers. She watched as Elena and the Viscount carefully maneuvered a small pot of boiling water under shrieking Lady Eloise's breasts. The Viscount used a tongs to adroitly place the tightly expanded orb into the boiling water. An inhuman cry of anguish escaped Lady Eloise's lips.
"Two minutes at most," said the Viscount looking at his pocket watch.
It was a little over one minute when the intact skin of Lady Eloise's breast sluiced off into the pot. The Viscount once again employed the tongs to pluck the separated flesh from the boiling water and gingerly placed it on a nearby table. He flattened the steaming flesh being extra careful to remove any wrinkles.
"When I return to England, I know a skilled harness maker who can create an excellent purse from this," said the Viscount.
"I want your ass, Milady," said the young British officer whose turn with Ludivine had arrived.
"Of course, Lieutenant," said Ludivine reaching back to pull her buttocks apart. Ludivine sighed as she felt the Lieutenant's lips and tongue go to work on her sphincter. Moments later, she grunted as the Lieutenant placed the blunt end of his cock against her sphincter and forced the narrow opening. Ludivine reached back to massage her clit as the Lieutenant crouched over her to deliver strong thrust of her penis into her ass.
"That's all four," said Elena examining the now completely fleshless breasts of the women.
"Yes, that went well. Now we position a bucket of salt brine under each breast and at the instant I cut the rawhide cincture, you immerse the breast in the brine. The effect will be absolutely magnificent," said the Viscount.
Elena was very pleased with the result of the immersion. The effect of the removal of the cincture combined with the salt entering the flayed flesh produced unequalled agony for the two women. The fleshless breast shriveled up as the salt attacked the now defenseless layer of tissue. Both women screamed until they lost their capacity for such action.
"Our time grows short. How shall we finish them?" asked Elena.
"I asked Sergeant Tilton to collect these two large buckets of shit from the soldiers. Once the sergeant explained its intended use, they were eager to contribute," said the Viscount walking to the side of the dungeon to retrieve two wooden buckets of rank shit and piss.
"I will get the funnels,' said Elena quickly discerning the Viscount's intent.
The torture frames were adjusted to a forty-five degree angle. The funnels were inserted in the twin's mouth and India rubber tubes fed into their stomachs. Using ladles, Elena and the Viscount slowly filled each funnel, waited for gravity to do its work then repeated the process until the buckets were empty.
"Lower their heads to the ground. I wish to contribute," said Ludivine.
Moments later, a pain crazed Lady Eloise looked up as Ludivine's sphincter slowly open. Lady Eloise squirmed in horror as the opening grew and large dollops of soft shit fell with a plop in the mouth of the funnel. Ludivine changed her position. The hiss of a strong flow of piss quickly followed. Ludivine smiled as she watched the golden fluid wash the last pieces of turd down the funnel into Lady Eloise's belly.
That night as Ludivine, Elena and the rest of the British quietly rode out of Khartoum, the walls of the Palace of Pleasure's lower dungeon sounded with the plaintive cries of the twins. The Viscount had once again position the women so they were face down above the floor. Their enormous swollen bellies were immersed in a large pot of oil. Under the oil was a small brazier designed to cook with agonizing slowness.
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