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Subject: {ASSM} Crazy Jack's House  CHAPTER SIX - Lana's Training Concludes  (M+/F+M+/nc, kidnap, torture, rape, mutilation)
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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 SIX - Lana's Training Concludes

Lana's voice was long gone as the whip came down across the small of
her back, but some primal force in the back of her mind made her try
to scream anyway. She hurt so much - there wasn't a cell in her body
that wasn't in agony, but just when she thought she couldn't possibly
hurt any more, there was Shadow, her ?trainer,' ready to make her hurt
more.
Now she dangled upside-down, one leg kicking helplessly while the
other was held rigid, fastened to a chain dangling from the ceiling.
Shadow was using the bullwhip on her, cracking it against her already
reddened and welted flesh, splitting it in some places.
"Twenty more, cunt. Stay with me, now," he said.
Lana's mind was a blur. She'd been awake for most of the past two
weeks, enduring some form of torture or another. The only relief she'd
been able to get was on those not infrequent occasions when she
fainted from the pain, and even then Shadow or another trainer always
woke her before she'd been able to have any meaningful rest.
He concentrated on whipping her extended leg, the one holding her
entire weight. There was nowhere for her to duck that way; she had to
take the full brunt of the lash. Next he moved down to her breasts,
which were swollen and hypersensitive from the daily saline injections
Shadow had been giving her.
She tried to think of something - anything - to take her mind off her
current predicament. She tried to focus on the happy life she'd had
with her family until just a few weeks ago, but she couldn't stop
thinking about how they'd sold her out to Crazy Jack Fleming for a
nicer house and college tuition for her brother. They wouldn't be
coming to rescue her - they wouldn't even be looking for her. They
knew where she was, and they were too busy enjoying their new lives to
come and get her.
She tried to think about her boyfriend Scott, how gentle he'd been the
first time they made love. But she couldn't think of that without
recalling the twelve-hour gang rape she'd endured ... how long ago
now? Days? Weeks?
Her life was just a series of brutal tortures and sadistic games now.
Before her bullwhipping Shadow had pierced her labia with thick metal
hooks, then fastened the hooks to ropes, and the ropes to a wheeled
contraption something like a chariot. The huge man had sat in the
vehicle, then, and whipped her back as she pulled him around the room
with the hooks tearing at her flesh.
Earlier they'd hung her, four or five of them standing around laughing
as they suspended her by the neck from a beam attached to a winch. One
man turned a handle and the beam rose higher and higher, making Lana
stretch up onto her toes as the noose tightened around her neck. She'd
gasped for air, her face turning red, then purple, then nearly blue as
her oxygen supply diminished.
Then the rope would loosen and they'd give her a few minutes to catch
her breath before they'd turn the handle and raise the beam again.
"That may be how we kill you, cunt," Shadow said as they gave her a
minute to recover. "We might do it today, the very next time we pull
the rope tight. Or we might wait until tomorrow or next week or ten
years from now. You hang very well. I like the sounds you make when
you're choking to death. It makes my cock hard."
They'd taken her down after a few more tightenings of the rope, and
had another go at gang-raping her, just a half-dozen of them this
time, but most of them had cum two or three times before they'd moved
on to her next torment.
The tortures blurred together in her mind - she couldn't remember the
order in which they'd come, or the amount of time they'd lasted. Most
of the time it was Shadow using her, but he was obviously allowed to
rest even if she wasn't, so there had been others too. There had been
the huge black ?trainer' who'd come soon after her gang-rape and
announced after fucking her that her holes were still too small for
his liking. He'd then proceeded to stretch her with his hands,
smearing them with grease, then inserting eight fingers into her
vagina, leaving only his thumbs outside. Slowly, painfully he'd worked
both hands completely inside her, gradually pushing his fingers, then
his thumbs all the way inside as he opened her further and further.
Lana had been able to bear that, painful as it was, in relative
silence, until he'd gotten both hands as far inside as they could go,
then clenched them suddenly into fists. She'd shrieked at that, oh
yes, despite how raw her throat was from being raped by dozens of
cocks. The man had begun to pummel her then, using his fists like
pistons to punch at her from the inside, thrusting one hand deep while
he pulled the other one nearly all the way out, then switching hands
with machinelike rhythm.
That had seemed almost pleasurable next to what had happened next,
though, as he gave her asshole the same treatment. He stretched her
wider than she ever would have thought possible, her already-tortured
sphincter giving way beneath his massive fingers. When he was done
pummelling her asshole he seized an aluminum baseball bat from a
cupboard along the wall, and without warning had jammed it inside her,
six inches deep.
"Keep it in you," he snarled. "If I come back and it's fallen out I'm
going to shove it all the way inside you, the entire bat. Then I'm
going to take a welding torch and heat the end until the whole thing's
red-hot. I did that to a slave a few weeks ago. Cooked her from the
inside out. We served her for dinner with a side of rice. She was
delicious."
It took everything Lana had to hold onto the bat, but she managed,
watching the trainer wander away to whip another slave, a man in his
thirties who was chained to the wall with his back toward the huge
room. When he returned and pulled the bat out, it was covered in blood
and shit. He brought it over to the slave he'd just whipped and made
the man lick it clean.
When the male slave who'd been whipped had been removed from his
position after nearly every trainer in the room had taken a turn
whipping him, Lana was put in his place, but facing out, toward the
room. A trio of trainers who seemed to have had too much to drink
decided to use her as a target for their darts practice. The darts
they used were tiny and ultra-sharp, but instead of throwing them they
used a blowgun.
"Ten points if you hit her arms. Five for her legs or belly. Twenty
for her tit. Fifty if you get it in her aureola and a hundred if you
hit right on the nipple," one of them announced.
The game had gone on for a long time. Lana found her voice again as
she watched them take aim at her battered body and shoot dozens of the
pin-pricks at her. She squealed and tried to struggle, but she was
chained by the neck and waist, with a manacle at each wrist and ankle
holding her spread-eagle.
Shadow had put an end to that game when he'd returned, inviting the
dart-blowers to join him in driving thick metal skewers through her
swollen, bloated tits as he fucked her cunt with his fist.
She'd managed to grab a few minutes of sleep here and there, between
tortures, while she was being tied down to tables, passing out from
the pain occasionally, but for the most part she'd been awake for two
weeks. So when Shadow finally cut her down and left her in a heap on
the cold concrete floor of the ?gymnasium,' it was only a matter of
seconds before she was sound asleep. She didn't even flinch when a
crowd of trainers gathered around and pulled out their cocks one by
one, letting loose a flood of urine all over her tortured body.
"There we go," Shadow said, unheard by the aching, exhausted girl.
"Let's let the piss-soaked little painslut rest a while. Then we'll
take her to see Master Jack and see if she's passed her initiation."

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

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