Chapter 19 - Survivors
Dr. Baumann was quite happy in the central room with the two way mirrors
that looked secretly into three adjoining rooms.
In room number one, Prosecutor Jane's face was a study in despair, although
her body wasn't doing too well, either. Her labia were grotesquely distended.
Her breasts had that much pawed and brutally squeezed look. The figure in the
red cape and tights standing next to Jane's nude body looked vaguely familiar.
Then he remembered the caped crusader: Scatman! Public Prosecutor Jane whimpered
piteously as Scatman turned his back to her, raised his cape and lowered his
tights...
In room number two, Dr. Baumann was amazed at Bambi's versatility. The young
beauty was sweating hard to keep Annabel amused. The currently tableau seemed
particularly stressful.
Naked, on her back, each slim wrist was bound to the corresponding dainty
ankle. A thin, strong chain was fastened to each wrist-ankle bond and passed
under the table. The chain was then snugged tight. As a result, Bambi was
helpless on her back with her legs spread wide.
Annabel was working between Bambi's thighs with a small frame. She attached
small clamps to Bambi's cuntlips, screwing each clamp agonizingly tight. The
clamps were attached to the frame via a system of pulleys. Annabel pulled on a
cord attached to the ingenious set of pulleys. Bambi's labia were stretched
painfully wide. Suddenly, a groaning Bambi was showing an awful lot of pink.
Annabel picked up a needle and dipped the slim sliver of steel into a jar of
indelible ink. Bambi was breathing hard in short, fearful gulps. Annabel was
enthusiastic.
"I've got good news for you! You're going to get a lovely tattoo on your
inner labia and clit, Bambi. It will take quite a while and I want absolute
silence while I work. You don't want to make any noise and interrupt me, do you,
Bambi?"
Bambi took one look into Annabel's black, pitiless eyes, twin portals to
hell, and gave the only possible response.
"No, Annabel. I'll do my very best to please you! I'll be quiet as a mouse!"
Annabel had some words of advice.
"This is going to hurt a lot, Bambi. I have to twist the needle quite a bit
to make sure the ink is worked in nice and deep! Breath slowly and take deep,
deep breaths."
The sliver of steel stabbed viciously in Annabel's cruel, knowing fingers.
Bambi took a deep, shuddery breath. Her pretty face grimaced in pain at the
agonizing sting of the needle. Annabel had mixed a little iodine in with the
ink...
In room number three, lovely Lisa was opening her holes, gobbling dick and
giving hand jobs to five hard, horny rapists.
It was a hot time in the old town tonight...
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