A Test of Courage

[Rupert_137]

A Test of Courage

A story set against the backdrop of a dystrophic and post-apocalyptic world



Written by Rupert based on some drawings and many ideas from Extr200

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Introduction

This story is obviously pure fantasy; it is divided into two largely independent sections.

It begins with a rather painful test of courage that our heroine Joana has to pass in order to be accepted into a group that offers her protection. But despite a dystopian background there is a quite hopeful perspective. The narrative only covers a few days and focuses on a few hours.

The second part gives an outlook on a possible future for our heroine, which is rather dark and gloomy in her post-apocalyptic world. This covers more than 20 years and focuses on some highlighted events.

All the characters in this story are of legal age, even if girls and boys are mentioned repeatedly, simply because it can be assumed that these terms are common in the given background, even though they are actually young men and women.

I. The Will to survive

1) The Sandstorm, a Beginning​

Returning from the mountains where she found more protection, Joana trudged back to the wasteland where many useful things could be found to ensure her survival. She was always looking for something useful, for something to eat, for fresh water, for a sheltered place to spend the night...

Almost a beautiful morning…
Joana is leaving the mountains, where she finds protection but cannot survive alone​

But dangers lurked everywhere, she was always in fear of an ambush. Vagrants, bandits, gangs of robbers and slave hunters roamed around the wasteland. As a young woman she was particularly vulnerable. Even guys who seemed friendly and harmless could suddenly grab, rape and kidnap her. Here in the Wasteland, as everywhere else at that time, it was the rule of the strongest, and left to her own devices, Joana was the weakest.

The robber gangs were the worst because they even attacked settlements. In addition to fuel, food and tools, these gangs particularly targeted young women, whom they could sell to brothels at a good price after extensively abusing them. They called it trivializing “riding a wild girl” when a newly captured young woman was raped by a group of men. But slave hunters were even more dangerous for Joana as a single woman.

How long could she persevere this alone? Her parents and all her friends had died or been kidnapped in a brutal attack on their 'fortified village' by a strong band of raiders. There were simply too many attackers. Joana was the only one in her community who managed to escape. She hid well and was miraculously not found. The attack happened early in the morning, she waited until the evening and only sneaked away secretly at night. Until then she had witnessed terrible things, but at least she had escaped a terrible fate.

But now she was on her own and that had to end soon. The wastelands and the ruined fields of ancient settlements were no place for wandering girls and women, especially not when they were traveling alone, even if they were skilled and brave.

A week ago Joana almost fell into the hands of three dirty guys who had waylaid her. Suddenly she found herself face to face with her abusers, three men who blocked her escape route. "What kind of sweetheart do we have here, sneaking through the wasteland alone?" They didn't hesitate for long, the leader brutally tore her shirt and exposed her breasts. The robbers looked at their prey excitedly.

"You have great boobs, girl, if you also have a plump ass, you'll give us a big catch." Joana knew immediately what was in store for her, she had seen it up close in her village.

But it could even get worse, she had heard terrible things...


Beautiful young women like her, who were too valuable to be used for slave labor in the rubble, were sold or leased for a lot of money (a high exchange value) to heavily guarded brothels, of which more and more were founded. These were generally respected safe zones called ‘Oases’. There all the men of the Wasteland could find some peace and distraction if they craved it.

But the luxuries and conveniences to be found there, along with significant profits, were built on the shoulders of the women imprisoned there, for whom life in these 'Oases' was hell. They did almost all of the work, they lured the men, lured money out of their pockets, but received no wages whatsoever. On the contrary, they had no rights at all and had to submit to everyone's wishes whenever someone asked for them. Any disobedience or complaint from a guest was severely punished, usually in front of the visitors. And many visitors had very specific requests, which were often humiliating and painful for the ‘girls’ working there.

Unfortunately for Joana, these oases' hunger for beautiful, fresh ‘girls’ was great. This caused prices to rise and more and more gangs of robbers started hunting, especially in small groups that could be lurking anywhere. The robber gangs kept some of abducted victims for themselves, but most were auctioned off at special 'girls' markets', of course the young women were completely naked.


Her heart was pounding wildly, fear was making her bladder squeeze... Joana was trapped, she almost froze in terror. The leader grabbed her tits and she instinctively backed away. Two strong hands grabbed her from behind and pushed her forward. “nice to stay here, sweetie!”

She smelled the musty clothes and bad breath of the man who was now standing right in front of her. He pinched her left breast and played with her nipple, it hurt, it was really embarrassing.

Filled with fear Joana faces her attackers​

"Nicely rounded boobs, very sensitive... I bet you're a horny slut and you’re very proud of your naughty tits," he remarked snidely. But he demanded more. “Let’s see what else you have to offer… Take off your clothes, get naked!”

She stood there as if petrified. A sharp slap in the face made her cringe. “Obey!”
“Ow… Oh, no… Please not!”

"Are you still a virgin?" She nodded, frightened. In fact, the people in her village were strict about ensuring that girls did not become pregnant unintentionally.

"God damn, who would have thought... It's going to be a great day for you, girl." The guys laughed dirtily. "Now take off your clothes, but slowly!" When she still hesitated, the man hit her forehand backhand across both her cheeks. "We don't like waiting."

Her cheeks burned, filled with shame and fear, she slowly pulled her torn dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

The leader pulled up her petticoat. “The panties too,” he shouted, “take them off!” Joana was desperate, but she pulled up her skirt and obeyed. Suddenly the man pushed her onto the hard ground. “Now open your legs,” he ordered with greedy eyes.

It was as if he flipped a switch on her. She saw her fate clearly in her mind: Next, the smelly guy would tear her petticoat and the other two would hold her arms and legs - that's what she had seen during the attack on her village. Then she would be raped one by one by these disgusting men. As a virgin she didn't really know what it meant, but she suspected it because she had heard the women of her village screaming and crying.

Suddenly she conquered her fear, kept her mind clear and reacted with lightning speed. She ignored the pain in her back and reached into the ground with both hands. As the leader leaned over her to pull her thighs further apart, she had the presence of mind to throw coarse sand into his face, momentarily incapacitating him.

Before the other two realized what was happening, she was back on her feet and pushing past the leader, who knelt, rubbing his eyes and cursing. “Get away, just get away, don’t look back,” Joana thought to herself.

The two other robbers tried to run after her, but she was as quick as a weasel, already had a small lead, and in the end she had more endurance than these men. She was only wearing shoes and her torn undershirt, but she ignored that.

The wind suddenly picked up and, miraculously, she disappeared into the gloom of an approaching sandstorm that barely allowed more than two dozen meters of visibility. But that could also have meant her death. Then another miracle happened, the sandstorm was barely howling when it changed direction and left. That's how she escaped the cursing guys. Later she found spare clothes in her hiding place.

Joana had been lucky, lucky again. But how long would their happiness last? She was so happy when she came across the small group around Andrew three days ago, who were mastering their life in the wasteland together and called themselves 'The Sandstorm'. It was a name with a special meaning to her. These young people didn't have enough to be of interest to the big raider gangs, but they were strong enough to protect themselves against bandits and slave hunters.

And yet, there was one big problem that worried her. Each additional person joining the group meant they needed a larger camp, more food, and more fresh water. This made the group more vulnerable and immobile. That's why there was a strict entrance exam. A sandstorm has already saved me once, that's a good omen, she hoped. And she would pass the test.

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[thecuriousone]

Intriguing start.... knowing that a world like that might be the reality in a couple of decades.

 

[Rupert_137]

2) Getting her Task​

Joana was allowed to follow the Sandstorm group for the last two days, was given small assignments and was able to demonstrate her skills. A vote was taken and the majority wanted to give Joana a chance. She got to know the group; these young people were about her age and most of them were quite friendly. There were seven boys and five girls. Joana liked Andrew, who introduced her to the group; he was 20 years old and only a year older than her. But Marc was the leader of the “Sandstorm” and, at 22, the oldest.

“Thirteen is an unlucky number... And you’re a girl too,” Marc said frankly. “I appreciate girls when they are clever and skilled, but here in this wasteland everyone has to stand their ground fearlessly and courageously... Therefore, we demand a test of courage. And for you the test has to be particularly strict, because you're a girl and you want to become the thirteenth member of us in the Sandstorm... If you don't like that, you have to look for another group."

Joana swallowed, a particularly hard test for her as a girl. But where would she find another group, and building her own group was beyond her capabilities.

Marc looked at Joana, finally he said, „I don't like girls or boys who are shy. Take off your jacket and shirt, show us your tits!”

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Seeking help and frightened, she looked at Andrew, but he nodded and then said in a friendly manner, “Don’t be shy, this is part of your test of courage... Do it!”

Joana was very embarrassed to expose herself in front of the whole group, but she pulled herself together, took off her jacket, opened her shirt and pulled it open until her swinging boobs fell out. Everyone in the group stared at Joana, including the girls. And obviously everyone was looking at her beautiful, really respectable boobs.

“I love your perky tits and I like that you’re not wearing a bra,” Marc said approvingly. “Bounce around a little, I want to see how your tits jiggle.” Joana hesitated and looked at her breasts, she was visibly embarrassed. “Just do it, it’s not bad,” she heard from Andrew. And so she bounced in place, her tits jiggling wildly. She received applause from the whole group.

“Great, you’ve already collected a few points for your admission today”; Marc commented. “A lot of girls will envy your tits.” He looked around at the girls in his group and asked, „Well, can you jiggle your tits like her? We could have a bouncing contest.” There were giggles.

Joana was allowed to stop. But then Marc got to the point, “I think you should bring your amazing tits into the test. Can your boobs take pain too? Breasts are said to be very sensitive.” Suddenly he pulled a long needle out of a tool bag, almost like a slender meat skewer.

“I found this beautiful needle a long time ago and kept it safe. I've had this idea for a while... If you want to join us, you have to allow us to stick this long needle through both of your tits without resistance."

Joana was shocked and protested, "That's unfair, that's mean... You're a boy, you don't have tits, you don't know how that hurts."

“Yes, it will hurt badly and you don’t have to do this,” Marc replied. “Think about it, but this is your test of courage to join the Sandstorm.”

Joana turned to Andrew pleadingly again, but he shrugged off responsibility. “Most of the time we vote as a group, but when it comes to your test of courage, Marc’s word is ours, he is our leader.”

She swallowed, this was a cruel test. “This is an evil test of courage that bad boys ask of good girls,” she blurted out. “Just because I have nice, big tits!”

"Yes, you have nice, big tits, so it hurts you twice as much to offer them for your exam, but that's exactly why we ask you to take this test of courage if you want to join our group as a girl!"

Marc looked around the group, there were shocked faces, especially among the girls, but no one seemed to contradict him. Thomas supported him, „I like that, it's a really great test... as a test of courage for a girl."

Then Anna spoke up, „This is not a great but very tough test for a girl. The long needle stuck through both breasts, that will hurt a lot, also in the soul... But the little skewer is thin and pointed, I don't think it will leave any lasting damage if Marc sharpens and polishes it a little more. I wouldn’t like it at all, but I would accept this test for me with a heavy heart.

"Then the matter would be decided... And you, Joana, we give you one night to decide, but if you come back tomorrow, I will take that as your consent." Marc looked at Anna, she seemed thoughtful, but she nodded. Joana sighed, she was angry, but she understood.

“Keep your head up,” Andrew said friendly, “You’ll get through this!” And Marc added, „We place high demands on everyone who wants to be part of the Sandstorm. You have to know, there are many girls who seek protection in a group like ours, but that doesn't make us stronger, worse, it attracts the attention of dangerous gangs... That's why we're careful... Three of our five girls have been there from the beginning, so far only Beth and Kathrin have passed the admission with a test of courage, and the requirements are becoming increasingly strict... I would still be happy if you made it too."

Joana went away alone. She was scared, she didn't feel comfortable with what awaited her. And yet she would come back tomorrow. Would she rather perish in the wasteland, get raped by dirty guys, and then end up in one of the infamous brothels? This test of courage was certainly mean, but Joana had no choice, she had to face it, even if she was afraid of pissing herself in fear and pain.

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“My poor boobs,” she thought, looking down into her blouse. She unbuttoned her shirt and gently caressed her breasts. “You titties can take it, you have to help me!”

 

[Rupert_137]

3) Lacing her Boobs​

Joana had spent a restless night, thinking a lot about how it would be possible to stick such a long needle through both of her tits with almost no damage, and of course that thought scared her. But she arrived punctually, shortly after sunrise, at the agreed meeting point at a remote, half-derelict house. Andrew and Anna greeted her warmly and wished her luck. The other members of the Sandstorm were more reserved, but not unwelcoming.

“I knew you were coming,” Marc said with a smile.

“Of course I came. Do you think I want to die in the wasteland, fall into the hands of gangs and vermin, or even end up in one of the many hideous brothels?”

“You prefer to face an evil test?”

“Yes, the test is really mean, but I will face my fate,” Joana said uncertainly. "But I would like to express a few wishes..."

“Then go for it... But in the end, we decide how it goes.”

“I want Andrew to stick the needle.” The chosen one looked embarrassed.

"And I don't want you to poke around in my breasts with a needle... My breasts are soft; you can't just stick a long needle deep inside into them."

“And how are we supposed to do that?”

“You have to lace my tits tightly at the base first, so tightly until they turn blue and become hard as an apple…”

“Good heavens, you probably have experience with it... But then the test of courage doesn’t count.”

"Nonsense, I have no experience with needles in my tits at all. I would never do that voluntarily... But I have tied my breasts, sometimes..."

“You tied your tits?”

"Yes why not? Just a few times, it was exciting to watch how they changed. “

“That’s interesting,” Marc said impressed. “All right, your tits will be laced... but you have to choose three guys to do it. One ties your tits, another pierces your left breast, a third the right breast. Clear?"

“Just boys, no girls?”

“Just boys, we don’t want to make it that easy for you.” Joana nodded.

“Then you now have the choice!”

“All right, you squeeze my tits, Marc. And Andrew pierces my left breast.” Then she looked around and finally pointed to a third boy who smiled kindly at her.

“All right, then we have it. Martin makes the completion.”

Joana was surprised at how confidently she had gotten through it so far, but suddenly she felt her heart pounding.

“Now take off your clothes,” Marc ordered. "Everything?"

"Yes everything. It goes without saying that you have to bare your tits. But every test of courage also requires you not to pee yourself... We will pay attention to every drop between your legs.”

She hadn't thought of that. Now she felt uneasy. “May I step out, very short?”

"No, you must have at least the chance to pee... On the contrary, you will drink two cups of water now so that you can feel your bladder later."

Thomas handed her a cup of water. Joana drank quickly because she felt thirsty anyway. The second cup was a bit more difficult, but she finally gave back the empty cup with relief.

“You spilled something, you get a second helping!” Thomas demanded. It was stupid of her, but she simply let the rest of the water run off her lips. As a punishment, the cup was filled a bit more than halfway again, which was much more than she had spilled. She drank it all, feeling uneasy but without complaining.

“Oh God, so much water, my bladder will be going to squeeze,” she thought to herself, but for now, she pushed that thought away.

“It’s about time!” Joana had to undress in front of the whole group. She took a deep breath and then put down her clothes. Luckily for her, the sun had already warmed the air a little. Finally, she had to stand against a wall where handcuffs were already fixed above her head. She was supposed to survive her test of courage completely naked and with her hands raised.

“She may caress her boobs again before she gets tied up,” Anna demanded and the other girls supported her. “This will help her to prepare herself.” Joana was surprised, but she gratefully took advantage of the opportunity.

“At least these big boobs are begging to be laced and pierced”, Marc thinks​

“Enough fondling, now we’re getting serious about your tits.” Marc came with long, thin leather straps to lace Joana’s tits; her hands were chained to the wall.

“Are you scared?” he asked. She nodded. "There's no going back now... But I like your tits, thanks for choosing me to lace."

“May I ask one more question?” She addressed the entire group. “Do you enjoy watching my tits getting pierced with an awful long needle?” Everyone looked away bashfully.

Marc spoke up, "You see it, they're all speechless, overwhelmed by the beauty of your intact boobs... But I hope I'll like it to see your tits pierced deeply."

He took her breasts in his hands and felt their softness. Then he played with his thumbs on her nipples until they became hard. “These soft tits are supposed to be as hard as an apple?” he asked in disbelief. “Well, at least these big boobs are begging to be laced,” Marc thought out loud. “Anyway your nipples are already hard, and these tough straps will also conquer your soft tits … and make them hard as an apple.”

With his left hand he began to cup her right breast and with his free hand he began to tie a leather strap around the base of her tit. This wasn't as easy as he thought it would be.

“I need you to grab the base of my breast with your fingers like a claw.”

“Oh, thanks for the tip!” Marc was surprised by Joana's cooperation, but he tried it and it worked. Of course the girl didn't like the way he squeezed her tit with his fingertips, but she knew it was the best way.

Lacing Joana's boobs​

With his free hand, Marc carefully wrapped the cord once around the base of her breast, took the ends between his teeth and pulled tight. He repeated this for a second turn. Now he could release the pincer grip from her tit. He was very pleased with the result.

“Your tit is in the noose now,” he exults, “There is no escape."

“You have to lace my breast much tighter! I need to feel it throb inside and you need to see my laced boob change the color intensively.”

“Well, then get to work!” He placed loop after loop around her chest and checked the result again and again by gently pinching her hardened breast.

“You have to lace my tit even tighter,” Joana demanded, “I can feel it throbbing now, but it must hurt. My breast has turned blue now, but it needs to turn purple.”

“I guess you like that?”

“No, I don’t like that at all!” she snapped back. “But if you stick me with that nasty needle, it will hurt like crazy. And this is the only way to do it at all.”

"Well, I promise you, I'll conquer your soft boobs and make them hard as a rock," he laughed.

Marc's work was rewarded, Joana's well-constricted breast became harder and harder with each wrap of the long strap and it changed color, from red to blue to a deep purple, a sure sign that the blood flow had been squeezed out now.

“Is that enough?” he asked. “No, a little harder, one more twist,” she demanded with a moan.

“It probably hurts?” he asked worriedly. “Of course it hurts, what do you think? “

The pressure on her breast became so strong that small, clear droplets of secretion escaped from her nipple. Together with the intense pain, that was Joana's signal to stop.

“Enough now!” she gasped. “Do it quickly, the other breast.”

With a little practice, Marc laced up her left breast a much faster and without regularly checking the tightness. He simply laced until droplets of secretion emerged from her nipple and slowly trickled down to the underside of her breast.

Joana is chained to the wall with her throbbing breasts laced and purple, but that's just the preparation...​

"Really, hard as an apple," he said approvingly, "but this color?"

Satisfied, Marc stepped back and everyone stared in horror at Joana's tits, which had become small balls due to the strong lacing, dangling from her chest and now had the shape and color of two beetroot tubers.

Joana moaned and panted, her breasts really hurt, but that was just the preparation. It couldn't get much worse, she hoped. But she was wrong

Now it was Andrew’s turn with the long needle.

 

[Rupert_137]

4) A cruel Test​

Joana was horrified to see the long needle being held with pliers and made to glow over a small fire. “Don’t worry,” Andrew said, recognizing the fear in her eyes, “This is just to sterilize and make the needle even harder.”

With a hiss, he dropped the needle into cold water. Then he pulled the needle out of the water; it was still steaming a little, but he could hold it easily in his hand. The metal had changed its color significantly; at the tip it was now blue-grey, no longer shiny silver.

Joana realized that the needle had an unusually sharp point for its length; it had probably been reworked by Marc. The sharp point made her shudder, but reason told her it would make piercing her breasts easier and cause less serious injury. Less serious? Well, it was bad enough, because the long shaft of this pin was at least as thick as a knitting needle. Almost like a skewer of meat, she thought. And it should really be used as a meat skewer!

Joana's cruel reality – well-laced breasts and a shockingly long needle for piercing them​

“Thank you for choosing me to stab your tits, but I don’t know if I can do it well.” Andrew’s words briefly tore her out of her thoughts. The friendly boy seemed genuinely worried about Joana.

Of course, Joana hadn't told the boys that she had once pierced her left nipple with a particularly sharp needle from a sewing machine. She rolled the berry between the fingers of her left hand until it hardened. Then she brought the tip of the needle to the knoll of her nipple with her right hand and pushed until it hurt. She closed her eyes, gripped the nipple even tighter and stabbed it hard with the needle. It was curiosity and at the same time her very personal test of courage. The pain was so intense and violent that tears immediately came to her eyes. She gasped and stopped trying to push the needle deeper into her sensitive bud. But it was exciting to see the needle stuck in her nipple, moving up and down with her frantic breathing. She left the needle stuck.

Memories – Joana‘s secret needle games at her Nipples​

After Joana calmed down a bit, she was surprised to feel that she was wet between her legs. For some inexplicable reason, her body had rewarded her for her courage... Involuntarily, her fingers immediately played at her sex and a little later she had a wonderful orgasm. Only then did she pull the needle out of her cheekily hardened nipple again. A sharp pain shot through her nipple and spread through her breast. A little later, a few beautiful, deep red drops of blood ran down to the bottom of her breast. She felt excitement again. Joana let the blood cake on her nipple and skin as a fleeting testament to her bravery as she rewarded herself with another orgasm.

Thinking back – Joana‘s very private test of courage​

It was an intense experience. Nevertheless, she didn't use the needle again afterward, the pain when piercing was too severe. Instead, she had begun occasionally tying a breast with a prepared noose and observing the strange effects as she pulled the cords tighter and tighter...

Joana knew only too well what terrible pain she was about to go through. It would certainly be an extremely intense experience, but extremely torturous and in no way arousing for her. This time she certainly wouldn't get wet between her legs – unless her bladder didn't hold tight...

She saw the uncertainty in Andrew's eyes. "You can do it; my tits are well laced... I'm the one suffering." "I don't like hurting girls," he said sadly. “You have beautiful tits; they don't deserve this!”

“Just do it, stab hard! Give me the chance to be included in your group.”

"Alright, I do it!", the boy finally seemed a little more determined

Joana sighed and closed her eyes. She didn't want to see needle or to make Andrew's task any harder than necessary because she would suffer for. But now she felt the dull pain in her tightly constricted breasts even more intensely. She felt a hard throbbing, her heart trying in vain to pump fresh blood into her tits.

She was scared, really scared, but she tried to hide it. “I've already gotten through some bad situations, I'll get through this one too,” she told herself. Nevertheless, her bladder responded... not because it had already filled up – the water was still in her stomach – no, because Joana wanted to piss herself out of fear.

With the needle in his right hand, Andrew stared at the strangely colored purple balls on her chest that were once her lovely breasts. Hard and unnaturally swollen, her nipples pushed up from the balls, on which small droplets of secretion still collected before they ran down.

“It's a shame,” he thought, “that milk doesn't squirt out of her tits.” He would have preferred to impale her breast from above through the nipple, but that wasn't his job.

Andrew's imagination – how Joana's breasts should be skewered​

And yet he suddenly felt himself excited by the thought of piercing deep into those strangely altered tits with the long needle in his hand. These aren't delicate girl’s tits, he told himself, these are laced boobs that want to be pierced. And Joana wants me to do it.”

Nevertheless, almost tenderly, he cupped the ball of her left breast with his free hand, gave her support and then pushed the needle in from the other side with as much force as possible. Joana winced and she moaned, but she kept control.

The pain was intense, but it was duller than she expected. Apparently the strong constriction of her chest dulled the sensation of pain. That was exactly what she was hoping for. “It's going to hurt a lot, but I can get through it,” she thought with some hope.

Andrew was fascinated to see the needle sticking like a skewer in her breasts, but until it emerged from the other side it was still a lot of hard work, for him and for Joana.

The hard lacing actually dulled her pain, otherwise she would have gone crazy with what followed.

“Come on boy, keep going... The needle has to go through my whole breast,” Joana said a little cockily, but that was the attitude to get through this test.

Andrew took the needle in his whole fist and supported her laced breast with his other hand. One more he plunged the needle into her breast with all his strength. But it got stuck again, at least a lot deeper than before.

Joana moaned and gasped, her tears soon flowing. It was so excruciating as Andres drove the long needle deeper and deeper, even he got more and more practice. Despite the lacing, Joana could feel exactly how far the tip had penetrated and there was still a lot missing.

Then, finally the pin could emerge on the other side. At first the tip of the needle remained under her skin, which was stretching over the needle. Andrew fixed the skin with his fingers and let the needle break through. There was a deep moan from Joana and relief from Andrew because her first breast was now completely skewered.

Now it was Martin's job to continue. This was considerably more complicated because the needle became increasingly difficult to grasp. But the boy had watched closely beforehand, he kept calm and he had skillful hands.

Martin was a good choice. Her right tit was also pierced and the needle went deeper and deeper. Joana felt more and more weak and the dull pain in both of her breasts that flared up with every stab soon clouded her senses. She gritted her teeth, not thinking about her internal injuries, she just wanted to get through it somehow. She was glad that Martin could do it on his own with his skill.

Joana moaned deeply, but she was relieved when the needle appeared for the second time. Martin adjusted the needle, then he stepped back too. The group applauded for the work done, but even more for Joana's strength and courage to get through it.

But that wasn't all Joana had to endure. More pain was waiting for her.

 

[Rupert_137]

Here's a supplementary image to the last chapter...
Andrew has just finished his job:

Halfway done!


The beginning has been made, one breast has been pierced and it only bleeds a little​

I'm including a flashback (Joana's thoughts) in the story to give proper consideration to another drawing provided to me

5) Terrible Flashbacks​

They left Joana hanging like that for a while, struggling with her suffering, so that everyone could see her. She began to breathe a little more calmly, which was clearly noticeable by the slightly slower rise and fall of her tortured breasts.

She felt a hot, throbbing burn in her constricted and pierced boobs, the pain was intense but just bearable. Joana felt weak and had trouble staying on her feet. How long was she supposed to stand and hang there, leaning against the wall with her arms raised? No doubt the whole group could easily observe her in this way, but it all had to come to a quick end now. After all, it was her test of courage that should decide whether she would be accepted into the Sandstorm group. Instead of speaking to the young people around her, Joana tried to distract herself.

It was strange, but for a moment she thought back to the brutal attack on her village by a raider gang, where Esther, a young woman she knew well, had her breasts tortured in a horrific way. Joana couldn't see much from her hiding place without attracting attention herself, but she heard their screams and caught glimpses of what was happening. If she had correctly understood the angry shouts of the robbers, Esther had stabbed one of the attackers with a pitchfork, wounding him so badly in the chest that he was dying. All of the guys' anger suddenly erupted against her.

Esther's clothes were ripped off her body. The robbers were delighted with her large breasts, but at the same time filled with hatred for a young woman who had bravely defended herself. Suddenly one of them had a kind of press at hand, two parallel wooden boards that could be pressed together or opened using two adjusting screws on the sides. Esther's gorgeous breasts were pushed into this press and the screws were immediately tightened. The young woman defended herself violently, but she had no chance against the many robbers. Soon her tits were locked in the press and subjected to cruel torture.

Ester’s breasts in the clamp of an evil breast press​

Her shrill screams indicated that a few nails had been driven through the boards of the press, which were now piercing Esther's breasts and preventing her tits from being pulled back. The men laughed, "Now your boobs are trapped... You can try to rip them out, but you'll badly tear your proud tits in the process." Esther begged and pleaded, but the guys threatened her, “As punishment, you will hang by your tits now.”

As the screws were tightened further, her breasts bulged out of the front of the press and turned a deep blue. Her high-pitched screams turned into a dull roar, interrupted by excruciating gasps and moans.

The guys finally pulled on the tightly pulled press, but it held. This was the moment when a rope was attached to the press between her breasts. The free end of the rope was thrown over the strong branch of a tree and Esther was cruelly pulled up by her brutally squeezed tits, her hands helplessly tied behind her back. Ester pissed herself in fear and pain.

But that still wasn't enough for the robbers. While Esther hung in agony from her bruised tits, the guys even whipped her naked body and tortured her with a red-hot iron rod later. Joana had to cover her ears, the screams of this brave woman were unbearable...

Esther’s boobs are brutally squeezed in a breast press,
little later she is hung by her tits and tortured even more
​

Back then she had already tied straps around one of her breasts and laced them carefully tighter. She had always felt a special tingling sensation when she did this, it was a pleasant tingling that flowed through her whole body, nothing compared to the brutal pain that she was now experiencing in her tightly laced and pierced tits.

In the past, it was excitement and sexual arousal, she knew that now because she had tried it often enough. First with just one breast, then with both... While she tightened the straps, she masturbated regularly. It felt so good, even though her mother once told her emphatically that arousing one's own lust was a sin... But her mother was no longer alive.

In any case, what Esther experienced back then - while she was hung by her bruised and nail-pierced breasts and tortured in the process - was indescribably painful and cruel compared to Joana's experiences. What terrible fears and torments Esther did Esther have to go through? In comparison, even what Joana was going through now was certainly a small thing.

At some point the tortured woman's screams stopped. Perhaps Esther fell unconscious, or even death had released her. In any case, she later lay dead on the floor on her stomach, her feet were weighed down with a stone, and fortunately Joana couldn't see her tortured breasts. She herself had suppressed the matter, but through her own suffering the incident pushed itself back into her consciousness...

 

[Rupert_137]

6) Blood rushes back​

Finally, Anna, Beth and Kathrin came forward to give her relief. One comforted Joana, the other two carefully loosened the straps that were still cruelly constricting Joana's tits. Her blood rushed back into her tortured breasts and that sent her to hell. For a moment Joana actually felt relief, but soon she was gasping for air and moaning, a little later the pain overwhelmed her and she began to cry, howl and scream. She struggled with the chains that held her hands up as her legs grew weaker and weaker. Tears ran down her cheeks like little streams.

Joana with her breasts freed but still pierced with a long needle​

The pain inside her breasts swelled into a storm that began to rage and roar. But it developed into a hurricane that she could no longer overcome. The intense suffering almost took her senses away. Only when her torment subsided a little did she feel a tingling sensation in her breasts like a thousand needle pricks, because the blood was rushing back into every corner of her previously brutally constricted breasts and the awakened nerves reacted extremely furiously.

Jana could no longer control herself, she had to scream, gasp, moan - endlessly. She didn't even notice how her bladder was squeezing and pinching; her whole mind was too focused on her liberated, but still pierced breasts. Maybe all her muscles were too tense, miraculously her bladder didn't relieve itself, she couldn't have controlled it.

Only slowly she did calm down again; powerless, still breathing hectically, she hung on the wall. She was still fighting the angry tingling that seemed to be eating away at her tits from the inside, as well as a vicious stabbing in both breasts that came from the needle. Her pain increased with every dull pounding of her heartbeat. She couldn't feel anything else, couldn't think of anything else.

What she went through was pure torture, it was hard to describe. She had bravely endured the lacing and piercing of her boobs, but the hell caused by the blood flowing back into her breasts completely overwhelmed her... Suddenly she realized how little she had been able to control herself recently, how uninhibitedly she had screamed. And during this test of courage she wasn't allowed to scream. She had suffered in vain, everything was lost, Joana was totally desperate and more tears were streaming down her cheeks.


The whole group continued to watch Joana closely, even if the boys and girls began to talk and no longer stared transfixed at the tortured woman, who was still struggling with the consequences of her dare.

Marc thought to himself: “The girl must have suffered terribly, but it was worth it.” How long had that needle in his tool bag been waiting for this one day? He was thrilled to see how her pierced breasts still rose and fell excitingly with her hectic breathing. How beautiful tits Joana had, now that the natural shape and color was slowly returning... and with the needle deep in her tender flesh they looked even more exciting to him.

Of course Joana had screamed loudly and that was not according to the rules of a test of courage... But she had to scream, the pain was obviously too great... The girl was so brave, she even helped him tie her breasts... Suddenly Anna was standing behind him. "What is your impression of Joana?" she asked worriedly.

A little later, Marc looked around, seeking for Andrew, who was sitting somewhat dejectedly away from the group and seemed to be staring into space. "Hey, Andrew, Joana did well, don't you think?" the boy suddenly looked angrily at the leader of his group. "That was a nasty test, it was your idea, we shouldn't have done that! And I even had to pierce her left breast..."

“You’re right, I didn’t really realize how bad it would be...”

“You didn’t realize that? Then you should think harder or give up your job!”

“But Joana fought bravely, she was great! She didn’t even piss herself,” Marc tried to take away some of Andrew’s anger. “And what use is that to her? She whined and screamed uncontrollably! And admit you’re all disappointed she didn’t pee herself.”

“She screamed, so what? We decide as a group based on our overall impression. I'm in favor of her inclusion!" Suddenly Andrew's face relaxes. "Really?" "Of course!" "But everyone has to agree..."

"She is so strong, so brave, she will be a great help to us... Anna agrees, she sees it the same way and she has the girls behind her. Come on, let's talk to the other boys, I'm sure no one will object if we both vote for her inclusion." Suddenly Marc seemed convincing, not just half-heartedly comforting.

Finally, Marc went to Joana, who was still standing against the wall with her arms raised, filled with pain and doubt.

"It was so pointless that I suffered so horribly here, much worse than ever before," she thought as she saw the leader of the group approaching. But he stroked her cheek. "Don't worry, you belong to the Sandstorm!" Marc saw the relief in her face, but her suffering was too intense for her to speak. Exhausted, she let herself fall, but her chains held her hanging on the wall.

 

[thecuriousone]

Is this the end or will the story continue?

 

[Rupert_137]

Is this the end or will the story continue?

Look at my introduction at the very beginning...

Joana still has the needle stuck in her breasts and she is chained to the wall!
The first part of this story will end tomorrow (chapter 7)
But there will be a second part - what's happening later? (chapter 8 to 15)
An epilogue will conclude the story (chapter 16 and 17)

If anyone is still interested in Joana and the Sandstorm group

 

[Loinclothslave]

If anyone is still interested in Joana and the Sandstorm group

I mean, of course I am! Yes please!

 

[thecuriousone]

Look at my introduction at the very beginning...

Joana still has the needle stuck in her breasts and she is chained to the wall!
The first part of this story will end tomorrow (chapter 7)
But there will be a second part - what's happening later? (chapter 8 to 15)
An epilogue will conclude the story (chapter 16 and 17)

If anyone is still interested in Joana and the Sandstorm group

Please continue I like it

 

[Rupert_137]

As I wrote short contributions on the thread 'The Moment of Impact' (the first nail / the first impact) over the last two days, I noticed some parallels to the piercing of Joana's breasts in this story:

Before the first nailing during crucifixion, arms and hands of the victim were tied firmly to the crossbar – just like Joana's breasts were tightly laced before being pierced... And wasn't the first deep prick with the needle also a kind of 'first impact'? Even her own previous 'needle play' which resulted in the pricking a sewing needle into her nipple – associated with very intense pain (and arousing pleasure!) – was something of a 'first impact' I think.

Of course, the needle was stabbed into her nipple or was driven through her breasts with strong pushes of the hands and not with a hammer...

And there is a very important difference: the nail is hammered into the wrist or ankle forever (at least until the death of the victim). The needle is inserted painfully into Joana's breasts, but it can be pulled out again – usually without permanent, serious damage...

And that brings me to the current 7th chapter of this story!

7) A jocular Ritual​

At some point her breasts calmed down, the natural shape and usual color slowly returned. But the long needle was still stuck in both tits like a skewer. That pin continued to demand attention with throbbing, dull pain and a wild stabbing with every heartbeat. And at the same time her well-filled bladder was now reporting with increasing force.

"Oh, please release me from the chains, I can't take it anymore." Suddenly she found her speech again.

“Your bladder?” Andrew asked. She nodded. “And the needle!”

“Your bladder can wait, and your boobs on a skewer look simply fantastic!” Marc chimed in. “First of all, we have to welcome you as a full member of the Sandstorm. Congratulations, Joana, you bravely endured your tough test. Everyone voted for your inclusion.”

A fleeting smile crossed her face and the whole group enthusiastically rushed towards Joana, the girls kissing her cheeks and fondling her pierced tits in awe. With the boys it was the other way around, they caressed Joana's cheeks and kissed her tortured tits.

Anna spoke to her, “You were so brave, I’m proud of you!” Despite all the pain she had endured, Joana suddenly felt so happy and relieved.

"Now please release me... There's still that evil needle stuck in my tits and – you know – my bladder and my clothes!"

“You pull out the needle, Andrew, I think Joana particularly trusts you,” Marc decided. It wasn't that easy, but Andrew tried hard, even if Joana whined. It hurt his heart and soul that he had to cause her pain again. Finally, Andreas held the bloody skewer in his hands and everyone applauded as her blood continued to drip from the now open stab wounds and run down to her belly.

“It's still bleeding a little, but your tits look pretty good again. In a few days there will be no sign of this test of courage that you mastered so brilliantly.” Marc called out to her appreciatively.

“But my tits will remember this for a long time,” she said bitterly, looking worriedly at her tormented breasts. “Now finally release me!”

“First drink another cup of water, you’ll be thirsty again.”

“This isn’t a bad trick?” Joana asked, shocked. "No, not a bad trick, you're one of us now!" Someone calling himself Thomas held the cup to her mouth. “Drink!”

With the cup in front of her mouth, she didn't notice how the boys and girls grinned. Only Andrew was obviously embarrassed by this procedure, but she couldn't see it.

“But then I’ll be released?” “Of course, once you've drunk it all!”

Joana felt uncomfortable drinking more water, but she didn't want to show any distrust of the group that was her new home now. Hoping they were just checking her trust, she drank sip after sip until the cup was completely drained.

Joana looked around hopefully, but she recognized grinning faces everywhere.

Released from the needle but still tied up Joana fights peeing​

“Anyone who is accepted into the Sandstorm will have to endure a bad joke, but after that nothing like this will ever happen again,” Marc promised.

“Oh no, you can’t do that! My bladder is already squeezing really hard and I've drunk another cup of water... Altogether more than three…”

“You have to go through that now,” Andrew said in a friendly manner, but with a guilty conscience. “Yeah, I think you have a liter of water in your belly now.” He also stuck to the group rules, the essential thing was that she was now part of the Sandstorm.

“Nobody will blame you if you piss yourself,” he tried to encourage her. Andrew knew it was mean, but it was quite common to endure a bad joke after admission and especially the girls in the group wanted to see Joana piss herself. Maybe there was some envy of her beauty and strength behind it.

“No, that can’t be true, you can’t do that, it’s another torture!” Her protest went unheeded. “Be brave!” they shouted and Thomas showed her the next cup. She shook her head in despair.

Joana tried to fight, she didn't want to endure this ridicule as a new member of the Sandstorm. She stepped on the spot more and more frantically, pressed her thighs together more and more desperately, pulled at her chains more and more angrily. Finally, she gave up. A strong warm splash gave her relief, everyone cheered and was happy.

“You pissed yourself like a little girl,” with these words Andrew gave her a kiss and freed Joana from the handcuffs. She was exhausted, her breasts were still angry about the torture she had endured, the traces of the lacing and the small puncture wounds were still clearly visible.

Her tits were stabbed, she had suffered and screamed, had peed herself in the end, but she had still made it. She was part of the Sandstorm now, that was all that mattered.

“You can get revenge on the other girls for your mishap later, in two weeks we'll have a tit-bouncing competition. Then it’s time to pull up your shirt, take out your tits and let them jiggle!" she heard Marc shouting from a distance. He added, "Let's see which girl embarrasses herself... because nothing wobbles.”

Joana smiled… Of course, everyone knew she had a bulging bladder… Obviously the other girls had thought up this evil joke. Now she had a right to revenge, which no one in the group who was invited was allowed to evade... But that was all insignificant now.

She quickly put on her clothes and fell into Andrew’s arms, relieved.

Later, Marc pulled Joana aside a little. “I'm sorry about that test, it was very serious but a little too nasty, although you have mastered your task convincingly. Tell me, are you angry with me?” She looked at him in surprise. “It is part of the rules of the Sandstorm to give honest answers when requested,” the leader added.

She considered. “I was angry with you for putting me through this nasty test... I was very scared and in terrible pain... And when I look at my boobs now and think of how horribly they have suffered – laced and pierced –, I should probably hate you... But I don't hate you. You stood up for me and you apologized... It was a nasty test for bad and naughty girls… My breasts no longer bleed, but they still hurt badly. Anyway, I got through it… We should get along well from now on."

"Thank you," Marc said, visibly relieved.

Was her answer honest? At least Joana tried to forget and to forgive everything. Suddenly she smiled and said, „I hope I can count the pain I suffered as a penance for the forgiveness of my sins... Maybe I actually deserved some of this suffering.”

"Then you're a naughty girl?" She shrugged.

Joana remembers her sins...​

“Do you believe in God?” Andrew asked thoughtfully, who had been listening. "If I don't believe in God, who else would have given me the luck to meet all of you..."

Joana thought about how much she would like to caress her boobs now to console herself for the pain she had suffered. But her breasts didn't even want to be touched. Suddenly she realized that she would probably never enjoy lacing her soft boobs with a noose and her own hands again. Had she suffered the punishment for all her sins?

******​

End of the 'Test of Courage', what follows is a look at Joana's future, with the time level of the descriptions changing from the past to the present. Since the descriptions cover not a few hours but more than 20 years, they can only be selectively detailed.
We will focus on Joana's fate, but we will never completely lose sight of the 'Sandstorm' – in both senses of its importance in this story. And we will encounter another 'test of courage' too...
Up to this point, I've actually written the story based on the inspiration of the cover image (look Chapter 6), supplemented by a few additional drawings that were available to me – now I'm turning to a dystopian future...

 

[Rupert_137]

II. A Gloomy Future

8) An exciting Time​

Joana should have an exciting and happy time in her new group, albeit with a lot of difficulty and many dangers. The Sandstorm finally offered her safety and protection. She loved the great cohesion in the group, where she was accepted as a full member from day one. She longed to be close to Andrew, from whom she found special support. But real love affairs were undesirable in the Sandstorm. “This distracts from the important tasks,” it was said. Pregnancies were also considered a problem in the wasteland and should therefore be avoided. However, safe contraceptives were not available.

Her breasts were to cause her distress for quite a while; they healed quickly on the outside, but on the inside they didn't want to calm down completely. From time to time she felt a stinging or pulling sensation, sometimes in one, often in both breasts. Maybe because she thought about her boobs too much.

But after some month, these complaints only occurred rarely. And finally, her breasts should 'give her peace' and thus ease her soul. Was she now facing a happy or at least exciting future in the Sandstorm? Yes, for almost one year and Joana truly believed in a happy future. She hoped to spend many more years in this community with now 15 young people.

Joana roaming the wasteland​

But Joana lives in a brutal world and in a dark time that give only a few people a happy and certainly not a worry-free future. At least it will remain exciting for her...

Although she learned crafts and farming in her village, Joana is very skilled as a scout and explorer. She is cautious and avoids unnecessary risks, but she is not fearful. At some point, scouts who work for gangs of robbers and slave hunters become aware of the young woman, even as part of a protective group.

Well camouflaged and equipped with high-quality binoculars and telephoto lenses, they notice the girl's beauty and elegance – with terrible consequences. And of course Joana has no idea that she has fallen into the crosshairs of girl catchers. The protection of her Sandstorm group is actually deceptive. Her pursuers only have to succeed in isolating her from the group for a short time.


It's the day after Joana dared to put a noose around her left breast for the first time after her test of courage. She slowly tightens the rope more and more. Not that she really needs it, she just wants to know if her breasts are completely healed. And she is thrilled with the result.

In a good mood inside and with a nice weather outside, Joana goes on her last exploration trip with the Sandstorm, with part of the group. At a rock she finds a dirty bag full of interesting equipment while exploring the area a little away from the group. She looks around, no one is in sight. It looks to her as if the bag has been there for a long time. And yet it is a well-prepared trap by experienced girl catchers who are specifically targeting Joana.

Three attackers silently approach her from behind and from both sides. The rock is in front of her and the bag is at her feet, which she examines curiously. In a flash, a gag is forced into her mouth, then a bag is pulled over her head and tied shut. She can only squeak briefly and moan barely audibly, but the rock swallows even these noises.

Joana is completely disoriented and is dragged away helplessly. A hidden off-road vehicle is waiting somewhere to take her away. The rest of her group will never know what happened to Joana. Her fate is sealed. In her kidnappers' camp, she is locked in a cage and later raped several times by the three men.

A gloomy future – Joana falls into the hands of girl catchers and traffickers, she is locked in a cage​

Although the guys don't treat her brutally, Joana suffers terribly from the sexual violence of her captors. They make it very clear to her that as their prey she has to reward these men for their success. But their success in capturing the girl means the end of her own freedom and the loss of all hope for a happy future. In addition, Joana only had tender sex with Andrew twice before. Unnoticed by the group, there were no more opportunities.

Joana still hopes that she only has one more difficult task to master and that her streak of good luck will somehow continue, despite the hard trials and all her suffering. But this is actually just the beginning of her misfortune, things are about to get much worse...

She is taken away again and handed over by her captors to a group of girl traffickers, and they have clear goals, but for Joana they are cruel ones. She is not given a chance to escape; she is kept in cages like a wild animal. But first she must be prepared for her new task, because even though she is captured and well secured, she is still a 'wild girl' who, like any animal, needs to be tamed and trained…

 

[thecuriousone]

A nice future for Joana

 

[Rupert_137]

A nice future for Joana

Oh, that's mean
I actually wanted to apologize for the bad turn in her fate...
But as I said, it is an evil time and luck might not be on Joana's side forever

 

[Rupert_137]

Before the following chapter I would like to give an important note.

The armies of the world have always had the task of turning young men into the best-functioning soldiers possible, without own will and following every order!
Unfortunately, the recruitment of young women for brothels often happens in a shockingly similar way - brutal 'taming' is intended to turn them into willingless whores. This probably still happens in some places today in a way as described below - and certainly in a dystropic world!
Nevertheless, the cautionary note is given that this is not pleasant reading for everyone...
So if you want to skip the chapter, you are invited to continue reading tomorrow, where we will see Joana again at the slave market.

9) Taming a Wild Girl​

While her captors saw it as a little extra reward to fuck Joana for their own fun, the girl traffickers in whose hands she is now have truly evil intentions for her, even though all they care about is the selling value of the captive girl at the slave markets.

She is led into a room where four experienced men are waiting for her. They are specialists and are tasked with taming and training Joana. She will soon realize what that means. The young woman is brutally fucked in all her holes and between her tits. They call it ‘to break in a girl’ (like a horse) or to ‘tame’ her. This means breaking Joana’s will and resistance by force until she is ready to take every stinking cock into her mouth or press it between her soft breasts, to willingly open her thighs for every dirty guy, or to offer him her tight ass. She should purr like a cat, or at least give her dirty abusers a smile.

She experiences indescribable humiliation, brutal violence and intense pain; it is horror. Her will is broken, little by little, hour by hour. The men take turns, there are usually three of them, in total there are a team of seven, but for Joana there are no breaks. The team consists of 4 professionals, which are supported by 5 other men who are gradually brought in fresh and unspent. Alone against nine guys, Joana has no chance of her attackers tiring.

Her hair is grabbed again and again, her nipples are pinched and pulled. She is shouted at and hit with hands. In this way she is forced into humiliating positions and finally tamed. Joana begs and pleads, but her taming and training continues.

She is still a “wild girl,” Joana’s will must be broken, violently and brutally​

The young woman’s will must be broken and this cannot be done with coaxing; it requires moderate but sustained violence, at least during the day of taming. Joana lies bent over on the floor, wailing, crying and shaking. Cum oozes from her mouth, drips from her ass and pussy, snot flows from her nose; more cum sticks to her boobs, running down her face.

“You should look at yourself, crawling on the ground, soiled and crying. Is this what a wild girl scout looks like?” The men make fun of her; taking away her dignity is also part of her taming and training.

Now that everything hurts, the work with her is entering the crucial phase. Until now, Joana has submitted to avoid violence and pain, now she should submit, even though she has to expect violence and pain. Because the rule applies: only when it really hurts she will be finally broken. This is cruel, but it works perfectly. The young woman becomes submissive in every way; she will do everything to finally finish her taming and to avoid a 'refresher' of her training. Now she wants to prove at all costs that she has become a docile girl.

She is forced into some new positions she has never known before; some are extremely humiliating and uncomfortable for her. Well positioned she is raped again; inside her sore ass; between her throbbing tits, kneaded and squeezed like bread dough over the man's cock; finally, into her mouth, deep to her throat, half suffocating. Her whole body is nothing but pain; breasts, anus, pussy and throat are places of torment. Only when she accepts every pain and humiliation without any resistance her ordeal may end.

“It seems to me that you’re a good girl now,” they say. Joana's taming is provisionally complete, she is washed and smeared with a cooling ointment, but this only dampens the fiery burning a little. She is only returned to her cage when night falls. She curls up on the dirty mattress like a toddler, pulls the thin blanket over her head, vomits sperm and cries endlessly. Joana would have liked to die, but her fate is not so merciful.

“Girls are like wild animals,” she is told openly, “but they are much more difficult to tame. It takes cowboys half an hour to break in a horse, but we fought with you a whole day.”

Fighting a whole day – taming and training of a ‘wild girl’​

Yes, after just one day her resistance is gone and her faith in God is severely shaken. The worst fate that could befall a young woman in the wasteland has struck her with brutal severity. Despite terrible trials, she was blessed with good fortune, but Joana realizes with horror that this time there will be no rescue.

The men congratulate each other on their hard but successful work. Now that her taming is complete.

The next day, Joana can barely stand. In desperation she clamps her thighs together; but she can hardly make any step, as a result of the many rapes she has suffered between her legs. Nevertheless, she is forced to run. These are desired experiences that she must have in order for her to remain obedient and submissive. After all, she is cared for intensively because she has become even more valuable as a well tamed girl.

After another day of rest, she has to show what she has learned and understood. This is possible without physical violence, but Joana finds the situation humiliating and still threatening. This repeats itself, she has to practice new positions, serve two men at the same time – until her trainers are satisfied.

It is a brutal and cruel world, there is chaos everywhere, and yet there are things that demand order. Joan's buyers expect flawless goods; they can recognize the girl's external qualities, but they also need the assurance that she is tamed and well trained. In order to get a certificate for her completed training as a sex slave, Joana expects a final test in front of independent examiners.

Four inexperienced, dirty guys are brought out of the ash desert for her. She now has to prove that a free, wild girl has become a willing whore.

“Show the hungry guys how you spoil them with your pussy, your ass, your mouth and your tits!” If she refuses or shows her unwillingness, that just means her “training” is moving on to the next round.

It's a monstrous humiliation for Joana, everything in her resists serving and pleasing these filthy guys, but she's already too weak and discouraged to defend herself. But when one of the men frees his smelly cock and demands her to give him a blowjob, a pleading "Please don't!" escapes her lips. The guy hasn't washed in weeks, but that's intentional, it's exactly part of her test. The examiner says emotionlessly, "Either you do this lovingly and with enthusiasm, or we'll get ten more lousy men out of the wasteland and you'll practice a little more." Joana understands, she apologizes and complies, even if she has to fight against choking. To compensate for her resistance, she also has to lick the man's ass. Joana would rather die, but she forces herself, although she almost vomits.

In the end, each of the dirty guys has to cum twice under her care. The men are allowed to express their wishes, but the examiners make sure that Joana presents the entire spectrum from vaginal to anal to oral and to tit fucking, all in different positions. She always has to serve the man; she can't just endure it. Somehow she manages to do this; she passes the test without “honors”, but hardly any newly trained girl can do that. At the end it says “you passed the test” with the hint, “You have to develop even more enthusiasm, Joana!”

 

[thehangingtree]

“Girls are like wild animals,” she is told openly, “but they are much more difficult to tame. It takes cowboys half an hour to break in a horse, but we fought with you a whole day.”

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Fighting a whole day – taming and training of a ‘wild girl’​

Yes, after just one day her resistance is gone...

A effective way to train the ladies!!!

 

[Rupert_137]

10) A profitable Girl Trade​

Joana gets a certificate hanging around her neck saying she is 'tamed and well trained', which is just another humiliation. After completing her training, she is returned to the girl traffickers. They must wait until all traces of her abuse have healed.

She is washed, cared for with fragrant oils and made nice again, her hair is styled. Her entire body is measured precisely, the size and weight of her breasts are determined, the shape and features of her pussy are described and sketched, everything is carefully recorded. This compilation is tied to her body too. Joana is just another object for sale, advertised and beautifully presented, nothing more.

Now she is well prepared to be sold at a slave market for girls and young women for a really good price. Early in the morning she is taken to another place and led into a kind of market hall where other girls are already waiting to be sold, there will be about a dozen that day.

Completely naked, Joana is chained to a pole above her head with her hands raised so that she can be viewed and felt from all sides.

This will be an important day for her as well as for her current owners. Joana, asks herself the anxious question of what will become of her after the auction. The girl traffickers also go into the auction with hopes and fears, will this girl achieve the desired sales price. There might even be a nice profit, so that the laboriously girl hunt and all the preparations were worth it. Because so far there have only been costs.

Jana is presented for auction at the slave market...
and she gains a lot of attention there​

Soon the first men reach between her legs, push their fingers into her vulva and the entrance to her vagina, they carefully examine her labia... And they watch closely how Joana reacts. They check the softness of her breasts, the excitability of her nipples, they pinch her butt to feel the firmness... Again and again she is asked to present her tits, to open her thighs wider. It's all so shameful, even if she has dulled over time.

The most embarrassing part of her manual inspection happens when someone forces her ass cheeks apart and demands Joana not to tense up. Some men even unabashedly drill their index finger into her asshole and check how her sphincter reacts. They grin as the girl squirms, squeals and moans.

Her pubic hair has been styled, but not shaved, only her labia are smooth and completely hairless. Many men fondle her frizzy hair between her legs, others avoid any contact with Joana's pubic hair. Even her armpit hair is not shaved. At that time, it was common for a girl to enter the slave market to showcase everything she had to offer as a woman, and that included all her hair.

There is really great interest in Joana. The responsive buyers are even more excited when Joana finally got wet between her legs and even had slime dripping from her pussy. It's terribly embarrassing for the girl, but it's result of all the touching in her most intimate places. The girl traffickers also helped out a little and added a strong aphrodisiac to her breakfast. They are experienced professionals and highlighting the girls with the desired qualities is part of their business.

In fact, a girl who is dripping with excitement from her pussy is considered an absolute highlight at the girls' markets. And even more prospective buyers grab Joana between her legs and some cleverly play with her clitoris. Unfortunately for her, she can't control herself, but to everyone's delight, she moans, her pussy gets soaking wet and she keeps dripping...

Someone says, “You are a very lustful and horny girl, I love that.” Joana lowers her head in shame, she doesn't understand why she reacts so unbridled.

Her salespeople register this with great satisfaction. It takes a lot of experience with drugs to get an embarrassed and frightened girl wet during an auction without noticeably clouding her mind – which the critical audience would immediately notice. But of course they also have much luck with Joana, she is really easily excitable and she looks also very attractive.

At the end there is a lively auction and finally smiling faces from the buyers as well as the sellers, except the girls. Joana achieves an excellent sales price, far more than was expected.

She is finally handed over to a slave owner, who is the lucky winner.

One of the girl traffickers tells Joana goodbye, “All the effort with you was worth it…” Joana looks sad, but the man is really happy.

“It would be a shame if a hot and beautiful girl like you continued to run around freely in the wilderness where she only gets fucked by her friend every now and then... You are too valuable for wilderness and freedom; you have to understand that. Do you?"

Joana understands it, but she doesn't want to accept it. The man gives her a light slap on her bare bottom and she shudders with her whole body. “Good luck!” He smiles. “Your new owner only buys selected, beautiful girls with special qualities - you can be proud of yourself!”

She only feels sadness and no pride, but the trafficker doesn't care.

Another young and beautiful women is waiting for her auction​

Since the people of that time had no trust in paper notes or tin coins, the selling price is usually paid in gold. Since gold is rare, other precious metals or gemstones are also accepted. Joana's value is actually paid for in emeralds and so a jewel expert also earns something from her, he determines the equivalent value of these gemstones in gold.

The jeweler claims 3% of the purchase price, 12% goes to the slave market. The slave traders get the rest of the emeralds. Of course, they also have to pay the scouts, girl catchers, girl tamers and Joana's examiners for the “tamed and well trained” certificate. After all, they all made an important contribution to this lucrative girl trade.

 

[thecuriousone]

What's for her in future..... more abuse, almost for sure... Maybe a torturous death, maybe escape or liberation..... I am curious (oh that's in my name haha)

 

[Rupert_137]

What's for her in future..... more abuse, almost for sure... Maybe a torturous death, maybe escape or liberation.....

Of course, some events are predictable... But I hope there will be a few surprises