Chapter 37 - Arlene Part 16
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Section 16 - Retribution
"Kelly said you were into yoga. We plan to stretch you like a rubber band,"
said Rhonda. I was screaming for them to leave me alone. They'd had to drag me
out of the room where I'd spent an unknown number of days since I was tortured
by electrical shock. Between screams, I was begging them not to hurt me anymore.
There was absolutely nothing I wouldn't do to avoid more pain.
After my last session, the Amazons carried me back to the dark room where
they'd been holding me and dropped me on the floor. I heard the heavy metal door
clank shut and the outside bolt being rammed home. I felt more dead that alive.
Being tortured by electricity was the worst. I was a physical and emotional
wreck. I started throwing up and couldn't stop. I lay on the cold concrete floor
in my own vomit in the dark until I cried myself to sleep. When I woke, I was in
unbearable pain in my joints. There was a throbbing ache in my vagina and
asshole.
Someone covered me with a blanket and dropped off another bag of fast food. I
managed to keep it down. I slept and ate not knowing how many days had passed. I
did recover a little. I was terrified anytime I heard a noise. I was afraid they
were coming for me again. I'd scurry to the far corner of the room and scream
whenever anybody came into the room to deliver food, water or change the plastic
bucket they let me shit and piss in.
I was shrieking and begging them not to hurt me anymore. I kept telling Kelly
I still loved her. I pleaded with her not to let them hurt me anymore. I was a
babbling idiot.
They took me to a different room. I was so thankful I could cry that the
wooden chair and electrical console weren't there. However, there was a large
metal table that resembled something you'd find in an operating room or a
morgue. Over the table, there was a stainless steel rack attached to the ceiling
by chains. It was all shiny and clean. The table looked new and it was outfitted
with different types of mechanical apparatus. There were hand cranks and handles
attached to the sides. The large metal rack resembled the contraption you found
in gourmet kitchens to hang gourmet cookware. Later I found out it wasn't pots
and pans that would be hanging there.
At that moment, Rhonda walked in wearing this leather dominatrix outfit that
included a leather facemask. It covered her entire face but I knew it was
Rhonda. I was busy shrieking and trying to get away, out of my mind with fear.
I saw there was another Amazon attired in leather focusing a hand held camera
on me. Kelly was also present but not dressed in leather.
"That's good, her fear really comes across," said the Amazon holding the
camera so it focused on my face, "we can make some money off this."
They carried me over to this shiny stainless steel table and put me on top
face down. I felt ice cold metal on my tits and stomach. The table was about
eight feet long. Rhonda began by buckling a leather strap across the small of my
back. She tightened it to where I could barely breathe. All the time, I was
crying and pleading with them to stop.
Leather cuffs were attached to my wrists and ankles. The cuffs were connected
to chains hanging down from the ceiling rack. I heard crank handles being turned
and my arms and legs were slowly pulled toward the ceiling. I don't know whether
you've ever had your arms and legs pulled behind you straight back but it hurts
like all hell. Your shoulder sockets aren't made to go in the directions and
neither are your hip joints. About the time I began to feel intense pain, they
stopped stretching me. The attached a spreader bar at me knees then moved my
legs apart until my hip joints screamed.
Next, Rhonda carefully gathered my hair in a ponytail then attached a large
screw clamp like they use for a car's radiator hose capturing all my hair and
tightened it close to my skull. The clamp was connected to a chain and my head
slowly lifted toward the ceiling.
The other Amazon was busy lubricating my asshole and soon I felt a cold metal
object slip inside my anal ring. I head a handle being spun and felt the object
pushing deeper in my rectum. At the same time, my ass ring was stretched. She
kept cranking as it opened by butt further and further until I felt like it was
about to rip.
"Kelly, come over and capture this," said the Amazon.
"She's really open. You can see all the way up her butt," said Kelly.
"See how far up her rectum, you can get the camera," said the Amazon.
"Remember the old movie Fantastic Voyage," said Kelly laughing.
I felt a cold metal object enter my rectum.
"Open her up more," said Kelly. I heard the crank being turned and felt my
anal ring stretched further.
"Here, let me give it another turn," said the Amazon.
"You two quit fucking around," said Rhonda. "She won't be able to hold her
shit in."
Thank God, she stopped before my anus split open. My vagina was next. I don't
know what it was, perhaps a speculum. All I can say was that it was large, metal
and they cranked it up inside my female plumbing until I started screaming. She
slowly opened my pussy until I could feel the cool air deep inside my vagina.
"Let's me feel her uterus," said Kelly sticking her hand inside me. I felt her
fingers enter my female plumbing and travel upward until I sensed she was deep
inside me. He fingers were at the entrance to my womb. Fear was causing me to
scream. I was afraid she was going to grab something and rip it out of me.
"I'll reach up her ass," said the Amazon. I gasped as another hand entered my
rectum and began to slowly move up my bowels.
"Let's see how far we can reach," said Kelly.
The two plunged their arms inside me. I felt one hand deep inside my lower
intestine and another pushing past the entrance to my womb. I was sure they were
going to damage something vital and I would die a horrible death from the
rupture of an internal organ.
My screams gave Rhonda an opportunity to capture the tip of tongue with a pair
of forceps. She stretched my tongue out then attached a wide clamp at the base.
The clamp was wider than my mouth and caught at the corners. She tightened it to
where my tongue felt crushed.
I watched in absolute horror as she drove a sharpened metal rod through the
center of the tip of my tongue. A small amount of blood spurted in my eye.
Rhonda attached a small chain to both ends of the rod and slowly pulled my
tongue out of my mouth until I thought it was going to tear off at the base.
Rhonda slipped some type of curved implement in my nostrils and pulled backward
over the top of my head. My nose was pulled upward, toward the ceiling.
"We wouldn't want you to close your eyes and miss anything," said Rhonda as
she worked something under my eyelids then turned a handle that forced my eyes
wide open. I could feel tiny metal prongs pushing against the orbital bones in
the corners of my eyes. When she finished, I couldn't close my lids. I was
forced to look straight ahead. The other Amazon put thick rubber bands around
the base of my boobs. I have decent size breasts, 34D. Almost immediately, I
felt the blood constricting and the skin getting tighter as they swelled to the
point they felt like hard painful balloons. I could look down at the tops and
see they were turning purple. A dull ache was growing at the base of my breasts.
"Tight as a tick," said Rhonda as she flicked the side of my tit with her
fingernail. Rhonda was right. The top parts I could see were swollen and you
could clearly make out the blood vessels
"Now let's stretch her nipples," said the other Amazon as she placed some kind
of metal cage against my chest.
"This is something of my own design. I'm quite proud of it," said Rhonda. I
designed something similar for a man's balls. You should hear them scream when
you're slowly pulling their balls off," said Rhonda.
My nipples were already sticking out a good half inch when Rhonda's assistant
put a screw clamp right at the nipple base and tightened it until it went
through the skin and met the metal on the other side. With my nipples secure,
Rhonda held the cage against my chest and turned a small crank that pushed
against my chest as it stretch my nipples away from my boobs. I couldn't scream
because my tongue was crushed. I could only make gurgling sounds as they took my
nipples to the point they started to tear.
"One more crank and they'll come off, they're starting to rip now," said the
other Amazon.
"Just take them out to where they start to rip. We have other plans for our
little reporter. I think its time to tighten everything up. But take it slow, I
don't want to break her back," said Rhonda.
They spent the next few minutes slowly turning cranks and spinning thumb
wheels until I was out of my mind with pain. Every part of my body was suffering
intense and inescapable agony. My nostrils felt like they were going to be
ripped off my face. My back was on the verge of cracking. My hip joints were
screaming and my knees were trembling with some sort of involuntary muscle
reaction I couldn't control. I could see my tongue. My boobs felt like two
fireballs and my nipples were two inches long.
"Extreme bondage is so very painful, isn't it Arlene?" asked Rhonda.
Of course, I couldn't agree or disagree with my tongue pulled out of my mouth.
"Get the dildo's out of the freezer," Rhonda told Kelly. Kelly left the room
then came back with two long tubes of ice. They must have been a foot and a half
long.
"Oil them up and put them in her," instructed Rhonda.
I felt the ice cock being shoved deep inside my open rectum. I could feel my
intestines moving inside my body to accommodate the length. The cold was
unbearable. The next one went inside my vagina. Rhonda gave it a final hard
shove so it slid up into my uterus.
"We're going to leave you for a while but while we're gone, we have something
for you to contemplate," said Rhonda as she reached down to pick something up.
The next moment brought me to the very edge of total madness. Rhonda placed the
severed head of Tater right in my face. She was holding Tater's head by his
hair. The neck had a ragged cut where it had been chopped off. She sat the head
down inches from my face. The tip of my extended tongue touched his dead lips. I
was bordering on catatonia.
"Tater had some interesting video of you gang banging his crew. You certainly
didn't have any problems using that cunt of yours to get what you wanted. We
took out Tater's operation yesterday at dawn, seven men and three women
including that cunt Myrna. I hated killing the dogs but they were in the way.
Myrna's daughter, Cherrie, was home from college. We had fun with her. Didn't we
Kelly?"
"We made them drink each other's piss and eat each other's shit," said Kelly.
"Then we made Myrna watch while we cut her little girl up into pieces. We cut
her eyelids off so she had to watch," said Rhonda. "Myrna got to swallow
Cherrie's nipples and clit."
I couldn't imagine the horror of what Rhonda had done to poor Myrna.
"You know Myrna used to be an Amazon before she met Tater and decided to go
into business on her own. I took my time killing Myrna. I started by cutting her
nipples off with wire pliers then I made her eat them. I slit her belly open and
took her bowels out where she could see them. That used to be the way they
executed criminals in the old days. Being disemboweled was common in England in
the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. The Pagans and the Amazons should
actually thank you for telling us where Tater was located. He was bringing
crystal and marijuana into the country from a factory up on Prince Edward
Island. We have a strike team heading there now. Tater was a competitor and we
don't tolerate that."
Next, Rhonda reached down and came up with Earl's severed human head. She
lined both heads up right in front of my face. They were actually touching the
tip of my tongue.
"And of course, here's Earl, the one you bartered sex for all that beautiful
skin art. It turned out to be a bad deal for Earl. We're going to leave you for
a while. You three can talk over old times while you melt out."
They left me there staring into two pair of cold dead eyes. I wanted to go mad
but couldn't. My head wouldn't turn and my eyes wouldn't close. My body was in
agony. My insides were freezing. Their eyes were opened looking back at me and
accusing me of getting them killed. There are times here at the Palace I dream
I'm back in that room where Rhonda left me. I'm staring at Tater and Earl's
severed head and I can't look away. I wake up screaming and that pisses off the
other whores. Denise comes over and gets in bed with me and calms me down.
When you're in extreme bondage, seconds are hours and minutes are days. The
ice dildo's added to my pain causing my intestines to cramp. After a lifetime of
agonizing pain, Rhonda and the other Amazon returned. I was horrified to see
they were dragging along an alive but badly beaten Aunt Carol and David Smyth.
Both of them had absorbed a good stomping. One of David's eyes was swollen
shut. Aunt Carol's nose was smashed to one side. Their faces were badly bruised.
When Aunt Carol opened her mouth, you could see that some of her front teeth
were missing.
Rhonda removed Tater and Earl's heads so I could see what was going to happen
to my Aunt and my Boss.
"Oh my God, they got you, Arlene," said Aunt Carol.
"Keep quiet and hold your arms out," said Rhonda.
Aunt Carol was smart enough to do as she was told but David decided to argue.
Rhonda was holding a large cylinder that looked like a six battery flashlight
but was actually a cattle prod.
"No fucking way, Arlene is that you?" yelled David seeing me lying there. I
guess I was hard to recognize.
Rhonda touched the cattle prod between David's legs and he grabbed his nuts
and screamed. He fell to the floor and rolled over clutching the Smyth family
jewels.
"Stand up and hold your arms out or I'll give you another taste of Sparky,"
commanded Rhonda.
David managed to stand up and stick his skinny arms out. Rhonda and her
assistant fastened leather cuffs on the ankles and wrists of the two of them
then attached the metal rings on the cuffs to chains that were hanging down from
the ceiling. Rhonda grabbed a control box and pushed the red button marked 'Up'.
There was a whirring sound and the chains spun round a power take up reel until
their arms were stretched tight above their heads. Rhonda made some more
adjustments with her control box until she was satisfied. I could see that both
my Aunt and David's feet were barely touching the floor. The assistant attached
chains to the ankle cuffs and fastened them to wall hooks so their legs were
spread wide. Rhonda made a few more adjustments. She went to a great deal of
trouble to get things exactly right. She fiddled with each adjustment until she
had exactly what she wanted. I suppose it takes a certain kind of personality
plus patience to be a torturer and executioner.
Rhonda reached into a large canvas bag marked with "Nike" on the side and
pulled out two multi-strand floggers. I've seen the kind of whips you can buy in
your local sex shop and I can tell you that these were not those. These whips
were heavier. They weren't intended to give your lover that little sting that
made her cunt wet. These floggers were designed for someone who intended to take
the skin off the victim in as painful way as possible. They reminded me of
something you'd read about in Mutiny on the Bounty.
"Hey, you better think twice about this. I work for the Manchester Union and
they'll not rest until they put you under the jail," said David making another
pointless and stupid remark.
"Where'd you get these?" asked Rhonda's assistant ignoring David's outburst.
"A friend told me about the Web site. It's an Australian company. They're made
from kangaroo."
"Nasty looking knots on the end."
"They're called 'Turks Head'. The Ottoman Turks discovered that if tied put
them on the end of the strand, they peel the skin off." Rhonda seemed to have an
encyclopedic knowledge of the torture business.
"Man this is going to be something. You taking the man or woman?"
"I'll start with the man, then we'll switch. Kelly is the camera ready?"
"Brand new disc, it's good for four hours," replied my former lesbian lover.
Of course, I couldn't say a word. My Aunt Carol must have known what she was
in for. David looked scared shitless. The two Amazons limbered up their arms
with a few practice swings in the air. They took their position and began in
unison to whip the flesh off Aunt Carol and David. They started on their backs.
The whips were devastating at shredding flesh and causing pain. I was forced
to watch as patches of skin began to fly off their shoulder blades. Bloody
whelps popped up immediately. David kept passing out but Kelly was right there
to break a capsule of poppers under his nose and bring him back to
consciousness. At times, she moved in for a facial close up when they decided to
start off on a new area of skin where the pain was at its worse.
I started to see where muscle began to show as the outer layers of skin were
removed. Every so often, they would dip a sea sponge in a pale of salt water
and sponge off the area of exposed flesh. Each time that occasioned loud and
pitiful screams as the salt brine worked its way into their shredded flesh.
They worked on their backs for a long time. By the time they were done, there
was little epidermis remaining from their shoulder blades to the bottom of their
buttocks. Their back resembled one of those posters you saw in health class
where it exposed the various levels of muscles. I could actually see where the
trapeziums and rear deltoids came together under the skin.
After that they turned them around and went to work on their front side.
David's man titties were almost as big as Aunt Carol's. He looked to have gained
some weight since I last saw him naked.
He could out perform Aunt Carol in the categories of screaming, begging, and
crying. Aunt Carol only screamed when the whip landed. Rhonda concentrated on
Aunt Carol's breasts. The skin came off in large inch square patches. The other
Amazon landed blows on David's cock and balls but she also flayed his man
titties until you could plainly see the fatty tissue that gave them their bulk.
Blood was pooling on the floor by the time Rhonda called a halt. Kelly came over
with poppers to bring them both around.
Months later I can write this somewhat dispassionately but that day I was on
the knife-edge of madness. My own body was racked with soul-destroying pain. My
joints felt like they would never function again. My spine had lost all feeling.
I was sure that if I survived I'd never walk again and end up with a plastic bag
tied to my waste to catch my piss and shit.
I felt guilt like I had never felt before. It was my fault that so many people
were dead. I liked Earl and didn't have anything against Tater in spite of the
fact he and his crew had gang raped me. They were only helping me to understand
what I would be facing as a Pagan. Aunt Carol never deserved what happened to
her and David was just doing his job. I was mentally shattered by guilt and
remorse. If only I hadn't wanted to prove myself as a reporter and stuck to
garden shows, craft fairs, and the obituaries these people would be alive.
"Castration time," announced Rhonda as she plugged a soldering iron into the
wall. She walked over to David with a length of twine, grabbed his nuts and tied
them off tight.
"You got big hangers as the fags say," said Rhonda to David. He had no idea
what she was talking about and was too far out of it to realize she'd just tied
his balls off with piece of rawhide.
My Aunt was also semi-conscious. I don't know if she understood what Rhonda
intended. I watched in horror as Rhonda picked up a scalpel off a near by table
and approached my Aunt.
"Clitectomy is commonly practiced in African countries. I'm going to make you
acceptable as a bride in Swaziland."
Rhonda knelt down between my Aunt's legs. I was looking at the back of Rhonda
and the front of my Aunt. Aunt Carol started screaming, "No, don't, for the
love of God don't, " but Rhonda ignored her. I could see that Rhonda's scalpel
hand started to move. My Aunt kept screaming as Rhonda slowly cut her clitoris
off. Rhonda stood up and showed the small clump of bloody flesh to my Aunt who
was shrieking in pain. Rhonda spoke to her assistant.
"Cauterize it. I don't want her to bleed out."
The Assistant grabbed the now red hot soldering iron and pushed it between my
Aunt's legs. There was a loud hiss and a plume of steam wafted toward the
ceiling. Aunt Carol gave out a long plaintive scream that seemed to sum up all
the pain and agony she had endured then mercifully passed out.
Rhonda walked over to me and opened her palm showing me the bloody hunk of
carrion. Then she placed it carefully on my outstretched tongue and pushed it
into my mouth. She poked it right to the back of my throat.
"Swallow or choke, I don't give a shit," said Rhonda as she walked over to
David.
I felt the human sushi slip into my throat. I had no choice. I commanded my
throat muscles to swallow and felt my Aunt's clit slid down my gullet. God that
was horrible beyond belief.
Rhonda crushed a popper under David's nose to bring him awake. Her face was
only inches from his when she spoke.
"I'm going to cut your balls off now."
I guess for a man there's nothing worse than castration. David obviously
understood because he let out a plaintive wail. Rhonda knelt down and went to
work with the scalpel. I guess cutting a guy's nuts off is less work than taking
a clit off because she popped back up in a few seconds with David's bloody
gonads in her hand. She held them up for David to see, He was screaming for all
his worth. The other Amazon got busy with the soldering iron causing a new round
of even more terrible screams. Rhonda threw the bloody clumps of flesh onto the
table in front of my face. Thank God she didn't shove them in my mouth. I would
have choked to death.
Her assistant came over and picked the bloody clumps of flesh up and looked at
them.
"Okay, if I shove his balls up her ass?" she asked.
"How creative, let Kelly get that on camera," replied Rhonda.
I felt David's severed testicles being pushed deep into my open asshole. It
was so stretched out they practically fell inside me. They were still warm. I
quietly begged God to let me die. I didn't want to live after having that done
to me. There was more to come, however.
Rhonda wasn't done by any means. She produced two small firecrackers and
wedged them into my Aunt's ears. She lit the fuses. Watching the fuses burn down
and waiting for the explosions was awful. Aunt Carol was screaming. The
firecrackers were small but powerful enough to blow out her eardrums and
everything behind it. As soon as they exploded, a thick stream of blood poured
out her nose. Next, Rhonda did her Fourth of July celebration on David with the
same result. Both of them were left hanging there with blood dripping from their
nose and ears.
After that Rhonda with her assistant's help used forceps to pull my Aunt's
tongue out and cut if off with a scalpel. The practiced way Rhonda sliced it off
made you understand that this wasn't the first tongue she'd sliced off. Aunt
Carol couldn't talk after that but she could make babbling sounds sort of like a
deaf person who couldn't pronounce the words correctly. She threw my Aunt's
severed tongue on the table right in front of my face. Next she cut David's
tongue out. David knew what was coming because he watched her operate on Aunt
Carol. The Assistant was busy with the iron cauterizing the wounds. I don't want
to think about how it must have felt to have someone apply a red-hot iron to the
bloody stump at the base of what used to be your tongue.
The assistant walked over and picked up the two bloody tongues.
"How about these up her cunt?" asked the assistant?
"Sure, why not, Kelly, take a close-up."
I felt more carrion being pushed inside my body. Kelly used her hand to force
the severed flesh deep inside my body. The other Amazon filmed my hole as Kelly
shoved the tongues deep into my vagina. I felt her pushing hard to get them
wedged up inside me. I was mumbling prayers to God to kill me. I couldn't bare
the thought of what was happening to me.
I sometimes wonder what kind of sick human being would buy a video like that.
I've heard authentic snuff films can sell for large sums, up to $100,000. But
the Pagans and Amazons had tens of millions coming in from drugs every week. I
suspected that the cameras were there to give Rhonda something to watch when
things were slow and there wasn't a human being to torture and kill.
Kelly moved over a five-foot high metal shaft that was pointed on the end and
had a large flat base. Rhonda used the controls to winch David high enough that
the metal shaft was underneath his butt. I knew they were going to impale him. I
remembered reading when I started my undercover assignment that was how Rhonda
executed those women who broke off from the Amazons. Kelly and Rhonda maneuvered
David until the tip of the metal shaft entered his asshole. They slowly lowered
him down as the shaft slipped into his guts. His legs were kicking and he was
making guttural sounds. Rhonda gave his hips a final tug to embed the stake a
good foot up his rectum. David was as good as dead but he was still kicking his
legs.
"I got something special for you. Oh, I'm sorry, you can't hear me," said
Rhonda as she walked over to my aunt.
They changed my helpless Aunt to where she was hung upside down with her legs
spread wide. She looked like a capital letter "Y".
"Arlene, I read about this on a Web site about medieval torture. Its called
execution by the saw, the Spanish Inquisition only did it to women, Your Aunt
will be the first woman I've ever sawed in half, if it works well, I'll add it
two my repertoire, " said Rhonda as she picked up a long cross cut saw off the
equipment table. It was the kind loggers used before the introduction of the
chain saw. Her Assistant took up a position at one end of the long saw. They
placed it so it was right on my Aunt's vagina and began to saw her in half.
"Arlene, the Web site said this was a favorite method of execution during the
Spanish Inquisition because the heretic stays alive and conscious for a
surprising long time. The upside down position maintains a blood supply for the
brain and heart."
I really can't write about what happened next. It took some length of time for
Aunt Carol to die. My Aunt's body jerked and convulsed in pain. David was making
little squeaks as the stake slowly slid up his asshole into his guts. His legs
kicked wildly at times but that only helped to force the metal stake further
inside his body. David stopped after a while and I assumed he was mercifully
dead.
I was amazed at how far into Aunt Carol they were able to saw before she died.
It wasn't until thy reached her heart that she gave a violent jerk and expired.
My God what had I done?
At some point, my mind shut down. After Aunt Carol and David were both dead, I
recall Rhonda coming to me with a syringe. I remember her saying, "Where you're
going, you are going to die a little each day."
