Page 55 of Tainted Reasoning

He turns a dial, and I clench my stomach muscles hard, preparing for another shock. But this time the tip is placed on my left nipple, and I’m unable to stifle my scream of torment. Sharp, shooting pains burn through my body, and the stench of singed flesh enters my nostrils. I close my eyes not wanting to see what he’s done to my breast.

“That’s better. So much nicer to hear a scream than misplaced defiance.”

“Fuck you!” I scream, and he immediately reapplies the electrical current to my inflamed nipple. “Fuck you!” I scream again through a pain so intense my head is spinning, and I’m on the verge of passing out.

“You know, they used this torture in England around the time the society was first formed. They passed some act a while later, though, which called it inhumane. If you ask me, I think it’s one of my favorites, and they need to use it on some of the low-life criminals out there.”

“On rapists and murderers like yourself? Why don’t you let me throw a bucket of water over your minuscule dick and then see if I can find anything to stick the prong onto. Actually, scrap that. Why don’t I just stick it up your fucking ass?”

The two men watching what Lord West is doing take in a sharp breath, shocked at my outburst. The devil himself, though, laughs a malevolent chuckle, which fills the room and has me shutting my eyes and imagining him tied to the bed, writhing in pain.

I hear him flick a switch on the machine, and I brace every part of my body for what’s coming next. I’m panting, and my eyes flicker open just in time to see him push the electrical prong between my legs. He runs it over the outer edge of my pussy lips, and I want to cry. I’m screaming so hard my throat feels like it’s ripping apart, but I won’t let him break me. I can’t. I need to stay whole for when William comes, and then we can end this nightmare together.

“So pretty. So very pretty.”

He places the prong down and switches the machine off. I desperately try to shut my legs when I feel his tongue trace a line over the burn he’s just inflicted.

“There’s nothing better than a dry pussy, waiting to be ripped and torn until it’s beyond repair.

He licks me again, and I can feel despair starting to take over. I need this to end.

One of the two men in the shadows steps forward. I notice he has a pair of hair cutting scissors in his hands.

“May I, My Lord?” he asks and grabs the ends of my hair, which are tied together in a pony tail.

“Of course.”

The snip ricochets through my body as he severs years and years of growth from my head. I’m not sure what’s causing me the most pain, at the moment – the singed flesh of my nipple and pussy, or the loss of my hair.

“My associate likes to keep hair. He’s got a pretty good collection now. I don’t ask what he does with it. It’s not my kink.”

“No. Yours is just pain and humiliation.”

“Finally, she realizes. Does this hurt?”

Lord West wraps his mouth around my nipple and bites down into the scorched flesh with his teeth. I can’t stand the pain. My head swims – I know I’m being dragged into unconsciousness again, and I welcome the respite from the pain. It doesn’t come, though, as another bucket of icy water is thrown over me, reviving me and returning me to a world of torment. Lord West takes his three fingers again and pushes them inside me. He scissors them, and I feel my flesh tearing. He nods his head toward the other man in the room while the one from before is now standing in the corner, sniffing my freshly severed hair.

“I don’t think my fingers are big enough. Let’s have something else to use.”

The man turns to a wooden chest in the room and pulls out one of the drawers. Retrieving a massive phallic staff, he holds it up while I’m mentally trying to squeeze my legs together as tightly as possible. William has the biggest fucking dick I’ve ever seen, I’m talking hung like an elephant, but that thing is like twice the size.

“This one?”

“No. The pear.” Lord West’s lip curls up in a smile, which has me seriously questioning his sanity for about the hundredth time.

The man by the chest roots around in the drawers and eventually brings out a metallic object. It’s shaped like a pear with a device at the bottom.

“Do you know what this is?”

Lord West waves it in front of my face. I turn away, refusing to give him an answer but also knowing where the device is going, and I don’t want to think about what it does.

“In Tudor times, it was a way of getting answers from criminals. It went up the ass, and then they’d gradually turn the screw.” The guard who’d been standing by the chest of drawers comes over and placing his hands on either side of my neck, he jerks my head around, so I have no choice other than to face Lord West. I shut my eyes, but he forces them open with his dirty fingers. Lord West is turning the handle on the device, and I can see it opening wider and wider. The part of me concerned with self-preservation wants to start pleading with him, now, and beg him to fuck me and get it over with. However, the angry part is still in control, and it spits at him, again. A hand whacks me across my face, closely followed by a twist of my damaged nipple by the guard who cut my hair. I scream so loudly I’m sure the very foundations of the building are rattling.

Lord West winds the pear device in so it’s small again and without ceremony or preparation inserts it deeply into me. It’s agony, especially when he instantly turns the screw, and it begins to widen. I bare down to try and expel it from my body, but it’s no use. All three men step back, and I watch as they take their dicks out and start stroking their already hardened shafts.

“It’s time to take the edge off. Decorate this beautiful body with our cum, and then the real fun can start.”

The two guards furiously pump their dicks while Lord West takes it slower. He switches the electrical current machine back on, and with one hand stroking himself, he uses his other hand to dot the prong all over my body. One guard cums over my face, and the other on my sore breast. Lord West is the last to find his release, which he does over my previously broken ribs. He groans out a long breath as spurt after spurt of his disgusting essence covers my skin. His lip twists again, and he brings the prong down to rub it through the sticky fluid directly over where my ribs are broken and twisted inside me. I try to stay conscious to defy the weakness in me he wants to expose, but it’s too much, and the darkness claims me once again.

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