Elisa has expressed her desire to see this taken all the way into snuff fantasy. She’s such a good, obedient little whore that I feel she deserves to have that desire satisfied. So here we go with Part 2 of The Party:
B says to me, “I like this one. She cums beautifully under this kind of treatment.” Turning to her friend, she says, “What do you think, P, do we take this one home?” P and I both nod our agreement.
B stands, and we all push you along toward the room where your clothes have been left. Fortunately, you were wearing a skirt instead of pants, so all your pussy ornaments can be left in place as I remove your other accoutrements allowing you to dress. Under the circumstances, your bra and panties are out of the question.
We push you out the door. Walking is very difficult for you with your pussy in its current condition. Every step pulls painfully on the threads tying your lips and clit together. So it’s also fortunate for you that we have only to walk half a block through the quiet nighttime downtown street to reach B’s car. She opens the trunk, taking out a towel to place on the seat to protect it from the blood that has by now coated your inner thighs. Then we push you into the car, get in ourselves, and drive off.
What are you thinking now? Are you anticipating a night of exciting masochistic sex with me and these women? Nobody says a thing as we drive up the highway, passing the Hudson River piers.
After exiting the highway, B pulls the car to the curb on a block near the waterfront that is now mostly occupied by large industrial buildings but still has a short row of much older tenements left over from the time when this neighborhood was known as Hell’s Kitchen. Not a single person is visible on the street as we hustle you into one of these buildings and up the narrow stairs.
B’s apartment is small, dingy, and cluttered. There is a double doorway in which I hold you firmly as B attaches leather cuffs to your ankles, which she then ties to the lower door hinges. Meanwhile, P does the same with your wrists.
P then forces a rubber gag into your mouth. The gag fills your mouth and presses down on your tongue. The only sounds you can make now are groans and moans.
In front of you, in the cluttered room, is a sofa. We sit on that sofa and look at your helpless body, arms and legs stretched wide in the doorway. B gets up and goes to another room. She comes back with an armload of those blue absorbent pads that you’ve seen used in hospitals. You are struck with fear when you see her spread these on the floor under and around you. “What are these fucking perverts going to do to me now? Why do they need those?” But when you look down, you see spots of red already on the pads from the blood that drips from your pierced and tortured pussy and runs down your thighs and over your ankles.
All three of us take off our clothes. B fondles my cock and balls, while P examines your body, stroking, poking, and feeling you everywhere. You recoil when she pinches the burned spots on your breasts. She then digs her nails into your burned nipples, Her grip is strong, and she digs in her nails until she draws blood. You gasp. You would clench your teeth, but all you can do is tighten your jaw on the gag.
Then she reaches down to feel your still sewn-together pussy lips. “I think she’s wet,” says P, “but all this sewing shit really gets in the way. I’m going to do something about that.”
Going to the bureau at the side of the room, she picks up a large candle in a brass holder. When she lights it, you feel a surge of fear. “Oh, no! They’re going to burn me again!”
My cock is hard now, and B’s strong hands grip it firmly. She pumps it up and down slowly, with her other hand under my balls, tickling me lightly with her fingertips. B is very skillful at this. Both of us intently watch P kneel on the floor in front of you holding the candle.
You first feel the flame as it stings your inner thigh on your right leg. P holds it there until the pain of the burn becomes unbearable and you try desperately to twist away from it.
P places her hand behind your waist and pulls you toward her, holding you firmly as she moves the candle flame slowly upward toward your punctured, aching pussy.
Like B, P is a strong woman, and you cannot twist away as the candle flame licks your sewn-up pussy lips. A sharp, searing, burning sensation beyond that of the candle flame shocks you as the threads stitched through your pussy lips and through your sore, tender clit burst into flame for a few seconds and burn away. The candle flame heats the needle deeply embedded in your clit and the searing pain goes right to your very core.
You try to scream, but only a shrill, squealing sound issues from your throat, due to the muffling effect of the gag.
Your cheeks are soaked by your tears and your whole body is coated with sweat. You are trembling uncontrollably.
P gets up now and places the candle back atop the bureau. She then opens a drawer and takes out a small box.
You see that B is now teasing the head of my cock with her lips and tongue. Every time I get too excited, she grips my balls and squeezes them tightly to calm me down. We certainly don’t want me to cum too soon.
P holds the box in front of you and opens it to show you what it contains. You feel a rising nausea when you see that it contains an assortment of needles! Some are small and thin, and some are long and large—and there is everything in between.
P is taller than you are, and she stands very close to you. You raise your eyes to P’s face and see that she’s grinning widely as she looks into your own eyes. Your body tingles with fear. Your breath is short. You fight to keep the nausea down, as you fear that you will drown if you vomit with the gag in your mouth.
B says to me, “It’s time to do your part now. We’ve been doing all the work. We want to see you fuck her.”
“I’ll get her ready for that,” I say. Now I pick up the candle, light it, and walk around behind you. B shoves P aside, taking her place in front of you. Her hands reach around and grab your ass. She pulls you against her short, chubby body. Your body is slick with sweat and your body and hers slip and slide against each other as she holds you. You feel her large, soft breasts rubbing against your belly.
Now it’s my turn to kneel on the floor behind you. You feel again the stinging heat of the candle flame as it licks your inner thighs. You squirm against B’s body, which excites her to the point where she loudly groans.
Now I move the flame slowly upward until it sears the tender, sensitive flesh of your anus, exposed and vulnerable as B’s strong hands hold your ass cheeks, stretching them apart.
You thought you had felt the most extreme pain possible when your clit was tortured earlier with the needle and the flame, but this goes beyond—right to the limit. All else is wiped from your mind and you are aware of nothing but the pain of your burning asshole.
You violently squirm and twist as best you can in B’s firm grip, rubbing your belly against her breasts and exciting her more as she groans even louder. Much shorter than you, her face is level with your breasts. She suddenly bites your nipples, first one and then the other. Your nipples, already burned and tortured, torn by P’s fingernails, now bleed freely as B bites again and again and sucks on them. Her lips are red with your blood.
B had done a good job of stimulating me, and my cock is even more excited by burning and torturing your asshole this way. I put down the candle and press my cock against your seared anus. You feel it penetrate past the tender, blistered muscle and thrust deep inside you. I slowly pull all the way out, then thrust past your burned anus again. You shriek with each thrust, but the gag suppresses the sound.
B releases you now, goes to the bureau, and takes something from the drawer. P takes her position again in front of you, still holding the box of assorted needles.
B pulls over a chair, and you see she is holding a curved, double-ended dildo. She presses a button on this device, and a red light comes on. The dildo begins to hum. You can see it vibrate. She presses another button and the light turns blue. Now the shorter end of the dildo begins to pulsate, twist, and turn around.
She inserts the short end into her now dripping-wet vagina and sits down on the chair.
P sits back, lowering herself onto the long end of the same vibrating dildo with a soft moan. Both women sigh with pleasure as P moves back and forth on B’s lap.
During moments when you are able to think, you think about the fact that everyone else in this room is experiencing extreme pleasure while you feel only pain. You are a completely helpless toy, suffering such extreme pain only to excite them and stimulate their pleasure.
My cock continues to thrust in and out of your ass.
Now P brings out of the box a long, thick needle. You draw in a sharp breath as your eyes grow wide in horror. Putting one hand behind your waist, she slowly presses the needle into your very belly! It goes in below and to the left of your navel. Between the pain of my cock battering your burned anus and this new pain that burns deep into your insides, you now realize that you are obviously going to die. You know this wound must be fatal.
“My God, these people are actually going to kill me!”
P is moving energetically up and down on the dildo. She and B are both gasping and moaning with pleasure. I am grunting with the exciting feeling of my cock plunging in and out of your tight burned ass.
P pierces your belly again, this time on the right side. She holds both needles in her hand and twists them around. This causes you to go into violent convulsions. I grip your wounded breasts in my hands, squeezing them hard. As I squeeze, blood runs from your burned and lacerated nipples. I feel your convulsions and involuntary contractions thrilling my cock.
You shriek and shriek into the gag as P pushes another and another needle deep into your belly. Each one seems to hurt even more than the last.
P then drops the box of needles and grips her own cunt, pressing her legs together as her orgasm overtakes her, grinding herself down on the dildo. B’s orgasm now begins as well, and she bellows loudly like a farm animal as she bucks against P’s body.
I now reach down and hold the needles in my hand, brutally wrenching them around in your belly. You feel them tearing at your guts, ripping through your intestines. Your violent convulsions and contractions finally drive me over the edge and I reach my own orgasm, squirting my load into your ass.
I pull out and head for the shower to clean myself up. B and P unfold the sofa into a bed onto which they both tumble. They embrace and snuggle together, each fingering the other’s wet pussy, licking their fingers, whispering to each other and giggling like small girls.
I emerge from the bathroom, pull on my clothes, bid the women good night, and leave the apartment.
You feel light-headed and dizzy from the loss of blood and the stress of your horrible ordeal. You taste blood in your mouth. The taste sickens you.
You watch the two women snuggling on the bed in front of you, both intently watching your face.
A wave of nausea overtakes you now. “No!” you think. But you cannot stop it. Your vomit rises in your throat, but the gag prevents any of it from spewing from your mouth. Your mouth and nose fill with your vomit. You cannot breathe. Helplessly, you realize what is happening. The women are laughing now. Your body bucks and arches. You try to hold your breath, but it’s futile. You gag and choke as you cannot stop yourself from inhaling in a powerful, reflexive effort to breath; but all that you can inhale is your own vomit. The women’s hooting laughter is the last thing that you will ever hear.