Occupational Hazzards
CHAPTER 12
Several week after Yvette's death, I was on the deck
of my villa at dusk sipping a draught Guinness. The
phone rang and it was Buddy.
"Yo boss," he began. "Julie's replacement, Sara, is
gonna observe the twins at work tonight--you gonna sit
in with her and explain things?"
"Sure," I replied. "The twins sometimes get carried
away and I better be there so Sara doesn't run
scared."
I picked up Sara at her villa at 2000 hours. She had
just completed her training less than 48 hours before
and was still a little stiff.
"You ought to have Buddy massage those aches and pains
away," I told her.
"Good idea. Coupled with the percodan, I ought to be
cured," she replied.
Sara and I arrived at the observation area of
punishment room number four. Phil Johnson was already
seated and drinking coffee. I introduced him to Sara
and vice versa then poured coffee for Sara and me.
Taking seats next to Phil, we noted the twins were
already at work.
Jana and Sadie were flogging a tall, thin white woman.
The victim was bound at the ankles and suspended
upside down. Her arms were stretched below her head
and secured to the floor. Her body was long and lean
and the tension on it made her ribs a prominent
feature. Jana was using a knotted whip along these
ribs while Sadie used the similar implement on the
unfortunate woman's legs. The victim wore a red metal
face plate with only an opening at the mouth; it was
too small to allow conversation but sufficient to
monitor screams. The room's microphones picked up her
lament in first-class stereo. The whipping momentarily
stopped so Sadie could click on an electric razor an
shave the subject's pubic hair. When the area was
denuded, Jana lubed a wide plastic phallus and worked
into the vagina. While the huge dildo was being
inserted, Sadie had procured a fist-size piece of
pink, fiberglass insulation and was treating the
whipped skin surfaces to a brisk swiping. She paid
particular attention to the freshly shorn pubic
region. The knotted whips were then reapplied.
"Is the woman your friend Phil?" I asked.
"No, I just heard the twins put on quite a show," he
replied.
"That they do Philip," I said and added to Sara,
"Watch and learn," but wondering who the twin's victim
was.
The flogging lasted for half an hour until the woman's
bellowing evolved to unending shrieks. Phil pushed the
intercom button and ordered the twins to move on. I
guess he was getting bored. The screams from the
punishment room stopped abruptly replaced by the
woman's trembling moans. The victim's body rested
motionless and here reddened, lacerated ribs expanded
and contracted rapidly. Jana and Sadie stowed the
whips and began a rope torture they'd recently devised
through experimentation on each other during their
off-duty time. A rope was wrapped tightly for several
revolutions around the woman's chest, five turns above
and five right below the breasts, restricting her
breathing and compacting the her bust vertically. Five
more loops were made diagonally between the breasts in
an "X" pattern. The result was a terrible constriction
on the rib cage and maximum swelling of the individual
breasts. Jana wrapped the rope the tested 15 times
around the woman with Sadie insuring the loops
snugness and roughly slapping a breast or tweaking a
nipple following each wrap. Jana placed her booted
heel into the woman's belly for leverage and pulled
with all her strength on the free end of the rope. As
the victim's chest constricted, her breasts swelled
and reddened from the pressure.
Jana strained at the rope with all her might while
Sadie watched the victim's eyes and listened to her
breathing to monitor the stress level. Jana removed
her foot from the woman's belly to allow the victim a
breath then reapplied torque with the rope. Jana's
grunts and gasps, due to her exertion, were beginning
to equal those of her victim.
Still kneeling to observe the victim's reactions,
Sadie began working heated needle's into each bright
crimson and exaggerated breast. Each six inch needle
was rapidly spun between Sadie's thumb and first two
fingers against the skin until it penetrated the
surface. Sadie then eased the needle in no more than
an inch. The woman was racked so taut between the
floor and ceiling that she could only quiver causing
the growing numbers of needles to vibrate. Her chest
was squeezed so tight that she couldn't inhale enough
air to force a scream. Sadie installed nearly four
dozen needles into the now dark purple breasts before
jamming several more into the soles of the woman's
feet. Finally, she went to work on the exposed nipples
with her gloved hands. A rough grip and vigorous shake
on the nipple sent the needles vibrating faster. Jana
loosened the woman's chest bindings enough to allow
her to screech which she did to the utmost of her
ability. Sadie caned the stretched, constricted and
pricked body with a riding crop to send the imbedded
needles vibrating even faster. The twin's victim's
wails of anguish somehow got stronger.
Sara stared straight ahead as did Phil; the difference
being Phil was smiling while Sara's jaw was slack. I
could see that the twins were working themselves into
a frenzy. They were sweating profusely and a blank
expression was on both their faces. I was about to
order that they stop and release their captive but
Phil beat me to it by pushing the intercom button near
his hand and telling the girls that was enough for
today. The twins were obviously disheartened and
hesitated in releasing the woman. I pushed the
intercom and barked that they better move and move
quick. Jana slapped the woman hard on the rump before
releasing her grip on the rope. Sara's jaw remained on
her chest. As the needles were removed, narrow streams
of blood, propelled by the engorged breasts, shot out
from each puncture wound. The victim was lowered from
her suspended position and the twin's applied
antibacterial salve to the unmoving form lying on the
floor.
I took Sara back to my villa and called Susan to
invite her to join us. When Susan arrived, I mentioned
to her that we needed to observe the twins more
frequently and asked her to talk with them about
keeping their zeal for their job under control. I
explained to Sara that she had witnessed a very
extreme session and, as she had just heard, we'd
control better in the future. Sara seemed to relax as
the evening progressed and she and Susan seemed to get
along fine.
The next morning, I checked the schedule and saw the
twins had their next joint session slated for the
following night in punishment room three--the electric
Agony Chair. I took a mental note to speak with them
prior to the session and be there early to observe. As
an added precaution, I'd ask Susan to suit up and be
in the room.
The following day, I had a long talk with Jana and
Sadie as they lifted weights in the gym. Both girls
admitted they occasionally got carried away but vowed
to control themselves. They took no umbrage at my
suggestion to have Susan present.
The following evening, I arrived at room three's
observation area and saw only the twins preparing the
chair. Susan would be escorting the evening's victim
into the room. The door to the observation room opened
and Phil entered looking a bit surprised to see me.
"Evening Phil, here to see the twins go to war?" I
asked.
"Yeah Travis, they're a joy to watch work...I think I
could really go for them," Phil replied. Then he
added, "Looks like they're ready to begin."
The punishment room's door opened and Susan lead a
woman into the room. The woman was naked but wore a
black rubber hood with openings only for the eyes and
mouth. I recognized the newly scarred body as
belonging to the same woman the twins had worked on
two days earlier. Susan turned her charge over to Jana
who pulled the woman's arms behind her locking them
among hers and placing her into a full-nelson brace.
Sadie threw a strong right hook into the woman's face
followed by a left to her gut then a barrage of short
jabs over her torso. The victim doubled over moaning
when the blows ceased. Jana jostled the woman to the
Agony Chair and pushed her roughly into the seat. She
held her captive in place while Sadie connected the
bands and biting nipple clips. Susan took control of
applying the electric charge while Jana sat on the
woman's feet pushing the soles into the spikes. Sadie
commenced whipping the woman's torso with a limber
fiberglass lash. The woman began bucking against her
bonds and Sadie increased the severity of the lash.
The woman's screams intensified. After several
minutes, Susan lowered the charge and checked the
woman's pulse and other vitals. Her pulse was strong
but her pupils were extremely dilated. Susan walked to
the nearest microphone and informed me.
"Cut the power, now," I ordered.
Susan threw the switch that electrified the chair but
rather than stopping the electricity, the action
seemed to step up the current. The smell of burning
skin and smoldering wires rose in the room while smoke
began rolling out from under the chair. The woman
emitted a howl and pulled wildly against the metal
bands throwing Jana off her feet.
"Kill the power!" I yelled. "Hit the master switch!"
Jana ran to the switch by the door and threw the
lever. Every light in the room went out leaving us all
in total darkness. The emergency lights came on
flooding us all in a deathly red glow. I ran from my
seat while telling the girls to call the infirmary and
to get the woman out of that goddamn chair. I entered
the punishment room and ran to the chair just as Susan
loosened the last metal band. The woman nearly fell to
the floor as I stepped forward and broke her hall. I
laid her gently on the floor and worked the rubber
mask off her head. It took a few seconds in the red
emergency lights to recognize that the woman was
Julie. I heard laughing from the observation area. It
was Phil who yelled through the intercom:
"Goddamn queer bitch killed my wife--screw her!"
Julie's eyes opened for the last time. A fleeting gaze
of hopelessness was mirrored by my own. Now Julie was
dead.
On to Chapter 13
