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Subject: {ASSM} Crazy Jack's House Chapter Four  - Training Continues (M+/F+M+/nc, kidnap, torture, rape, mutilation)
Date: Mon,  1 Jul 2002 07:10:02 -0400
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Crazy Jack's House
By e. wolf

M+/F+M+/nc, kidnap, torture, rape, mutilation. All the good stuff. Do
not read this if you're easily offended or are under the legal age of
majority for where you live.


CHAPTER FOUR - Training Continues

When Lana came to, she wondered for a fleeting second if she'd just
had some kind of horrible nightmare. But no, there was Shadow, her
trainer, standing over her with a menacing grin.
"Have a nice sleep?" he said, giving her a light slap across the face.
"P-please, no more," Lana whimpered. The bottoms of her feet were on
fire. She wondered if she'd be crippled for life from the horrendous
burns on them.
"You're a funny slut," Shadow said. "I told you before, we're just
getting started."
Next he attended to the tops of her feet. First he whipped them with a
heavy leather cat o-nine tails, twenty-five strokes each.
"Very good," he said when he'd finished. He looked at the girl, who
was shuddering and whimpering from pain and fear, and he laughed.
"What's the matter? Are you cold?"
Lana nodded.										
"A little, Sir," she stammered, still sobbing from the agony.
"Well, let's warm you up a little, then."
Shadow took out a box of matches and shook them for Lana. He took one
of them out and showed it to her. They seemed to be custom-designed
matches, though, because the end of each of them was sharpened like a
toothpick. Lana scarcely had time to wonder why before Shadow had
jammed one under her big toenail. She wailed as he took out another
match and drove it under her next nail, then another under the next,
until each toenail had a protruding match.
"Now let's get these going," said Shadow, and struck one of the
remaining matches on the tortured bottom of Lana's foot. He used it to
light the matches sticking out of her toes, then snuffed it out on the
top of her foot.
Lana gasped and moaned as she felt the matches burning down. Waving
her feet around didn't help; the flames wavered and charred the tops
of her toes.
When the matches had finally burned down, Shadow spent the next while
beating the tops of Lana's feet with a succession of objects: first
the wire antenna; next the bristle side of a hairbrush; then a short,
thin leather whip. He finished out the hour by jabbing straight pins
into the thin skin of her arches, then pulling them out and pouring
rubbing alcohol over them.
The next part of her body to receive Shadow's special ?treatment' were
her calves. He used a riding crop to beat her calf muscles until they
were cramped so badly Lana was wailing again. Next he took meat
skewers and drove them through the muscles, then took a hair dryer and
slowly heated the skewers. To Lana it felt like her legs were being
cooked from the inside. With five minutes left in the hour, Shadow
yanked the skewers out and poured a bottle of alcohol over the wounds
to disinfect them.
Shadow circled around to Lana's head as she sobbed, her chest heaving
with exhaustion and pain.
"P-please. Can I have a rest? Please, Master?"
Shadow laughed. 
"First of all, I'm not your master, slut. And second of all, we're
just getting started. There are no breaks. Except that I need to take
a piss, and we don't want you getting dehydrated, so open your mouth."
Lana thought for a second of refusing, then remembered the sight of
the unhappy girl in Crazy Jack's bathroom, drinking piss and eating
shit as her full-time job. She didn't want anyone assigning her to be
a toilet, so she figured she would just go along with it, look like
she didn't mind it too much, and perhaps they wouldn't get such a kick
out of making her do it.
It didn't taste as bad as she'd expected, she thought as she felt the
stream of Shadow's piss hitting her tongue and dribbling down her
throat. She swallowed it almost gratefully, not realizing how thirsty
she'd been.
When he was finished Shadow reset his watch, then moved back around to
Lana's legs. He adjusted the straps holding her up, bringing her legs
together, binding them at the knees and ankles.
"Next we work on your outer thighs," he said. "Not the most
interesting part of a slut's body, but in the interests of
thoroughness, we like to make sure that every square inch of your
flesh is hurt as part of your orientation."
First he grabbed a wicked cat o'nine tails with sharp steel barbs in
the ends of each lash. He began to whip her methodically, expertly,
starting just above the strap at her knee and working his way up to
the bottom of her rear end. Lana squalled as she felt the skin tear,
the barbs ripping chunks out of her muscular flesh. He spent nearly
half the hour with that whip, then moved on to a heavy leather flogger
with holes through it.
"The holes cut down on the wind resistance," he told her, setting to
work. Lana was faint from pain as he brought it down across the tops
of her thighs. The flogger made a dull THWACK sound against her skin
and elicited a grunt from Lana. He decorated the entirety of the tops
of her legs with it, circling her, slapping the bottoms, the sides,
the tops.
"Now. Can't have that getting infected, either," he said, running his
fingers over her torn and bruised flesh. He took a fresh bottle of
rubbing alcohol and poured the entire thing over her thighs.
Lana was inconsolable. 
"Stop! Ow, you're killing me! OHHHH!"
But Shadow just laughed.
"Oh, please, darling. We're just getting started," he said. "We've
still got nineteen hours to go."
The next part of her body to receive his special treatment were her
inner thighs. He untied her knees, spread her ankles in stirrups like
a gynecologist's.
He spent the next hour giving her sensitive white flesh there the same
treatment he'd given the outside of her thighs. When he'd finished
pouring a second bottle of alcohol over her thighs there, he
approached her face with a wicked grin.
"Now," he said, "We're getting to the fun parts."
For the second time that day, Lana moaned and passed out.
When she came to, she was surprised to find the feeling between her
legs was not of pain, but of pleasure. Shadow was thoroughly examining
her down there, running his fingers over each part of her sex, probing
her almost gently.
"Let's see," he was muttering under his breath. "We'll start with the
outer lips, then move on to the inner. I like the way they protrude
... we should be able to hang some nice hooks from them."
The next hours seemed to last for years. Lana's voice gave out within
the first hour, as Shadow used coarse sandpaper to rough up the skin
around the entrance to her vagina, then lit candles and poured melted
wax across her labia. When her entire pubic area was coated with the
wax he gave it a few minutes to let it harden, then tore it off,
bringing most of her pubic hair along with it.
Next he took a speculum and used it to spread her vagina wide open.
"Now, cunt," he said with a grin. "Now we'll show you what pain really
is."
He started out by taking a long-handled cotton swab and dipping it
into a jar of something red.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Lana managed to whisper. "What is that?"
"It's one of my favourite condiments," Shadow said. "It's red-hot
sauce. Just a drop is enough to make your mouth burn for an hour. I'm
going to put this all over the most sensitive skin on your body."
Lana whimpered, tried to brace herself as he guided the loaded swab
carefully toward her vagina. She was spread so wide from the speculum
that she didn't feel a thing until Shadow began to brush the hot sauce
against her cervix, coating it generously.
It took a few seconds even after that before she started to notice the
heat. Lana whimpered as deep inside her, the burn began to build.
Shadow took a second swab and dabbed her clitoris, then a third and
inserted it in her anus.
The next hours were interminable. Shadow spent the next part of the
day inserting long metal skewers through Lana's inner and outer labia,
then attaching alligator clips to them and hooking her up to an
electrical generator. She shrieked and bucked as he shocked her with
varying degrees of intensity for several hours. He inserted metal
plugs into her anus and vagina, then hooked those up to the generator
and shocked her there, too.
Shadow worked the next parts of her body slowly, methodically, without
much comment. He spent an hour whipping her belly, first with a
leather crop, then a long, thin dog whip, then with what appeared to
be a length of barbed wire. He flipped her over in her harness and
gave similar treatment to her back, then her shoulders.
Next he worked at her armpits for an hour, first tickling her as she
screamed and cried, then slowly inserting dozens of needles into the
sensitive, tightly-stretched skin.
Lana gasped and sobbed as he pulled the needles out at the end of that
hour.
"P-please," she whimpered. "How much longer?"
"How much longer for what?" Shadow asked.
"Until you stop hurting me."
Shadow laughed. "We're never going to stop hurting you, Lana. Every
second of the rest of your life is going to be filled with pain. But
our current session is nearly done, yes. Just a few more hours to go.
Let's move on to your throat now. Open wide."

The author welcomes questions/comments/suggestions at
worthlesspainslut@hotmail.com

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