****** Ritual Torture by Justine399 ******
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Ritual Torture


She woke up naked in a plain cell-like room. Not uncomfortable but there were
no unnecessary items - just a bed, a sink and a toilet. She was groggy and
could barely move, but her bladder needed urgent attention. As she was using
the toilet, a slot in the heavy wood door opened and a tray with a steaming pot
of tea was thrust through. Before she could get up from the toilet to call
through the slot, it was slammed shut and she heard a heavy bolt sliding home.

She still went to the door and shouted, pounded on it but nothing raised any
response. Meanwhile, the scent of the steaming tea made her aware of how dry
her throat and mouth were. She had gulped down most of the pot before it
occurred to her that something might be in it. But it was too late, she was
already losing consciousness....

She had no idea how much later it was when she awoke once more. There were no
windows in the cell. She didn't know if it was day or night. The drugged tea
had made her drowsy and apathetic. She slept again and when she woke there was
more tea in her cell. Reasoning the sleeping was better than being awake and
frightened, she drank it.

This pattern persisted for she had no idea how long. Occasionally there would
be some soup and bread. Finally, she struggled into consciousness, aware of an
intense feeling of tightness, soreness and sensitivity in her breasts. Cupping
them gently she sat on the edge of the bed. Her breasts had never felt like
this before. The skin was stretched tight and her nipples were hard and
protruding.

As she examined them, she saw a white fluid begin to leak from them. She gave
one an experimental squeeze and the fluid shot from the nipple in a thin
stream. As her slow mind was trying to figure this out (there must have been
something more than a sedative in the tea, she reasoned), the door slammed open
and four figures in black hooded robes burst into to the room. She leapt to her
feet but was so dizzy she fell and was caught by one of the figures. A needle
was jabbed into her arm and the room went black.

The next time she came to, she was in a stark, sterile white-tiled room. When
she tried to move she realized that she was bound to a hard marble table.
Several female figures in white leotards with hoods and masks moved about the
room, busy with various equipment. When they saw she was awake, they unstrapped
her and threw her naked body into a corner of the room with a drain and manacle
chained to the floor. They manacled her ankle and stood back. One of them took
what looked like a firehose and turned it on her.

The water was very hot and so hard it drove her into the corner, crouching to
protect her breasts and face. The water was turned off and several of the
figures attacked her with scrub brushes, rubbing her skin raw, roughly washing
her hair. The hose rinsed off the soap and she was strapped back down to the
marble table. They rubbed a thick paste all over her body, leaving only the
hair on her head, her eyebrows, eyelashes and pubic mound uncovered.

After several minutes, just as the paste began to burn, she was taken back to
the drain, manacled and thoroughly rinsed. Ungently, one of the figures
scrubbed her teeth. Back on the table there was a moment of relief when they
massaged a soothing ointment into her skin, but as the ointment was applied, a
warm tingling went through her skin, making her breasts swell, her nipples
harden and her cunt start to fill with blood. One of the women paid special
attention to her breasts, rubbing and massaging the ointment deep into the
skin, massaging her nipples which started to dribble milk. The woman snapped
her fingers and was given two clamps.

She toyed with her victims nipples until they swelled hard, then sharply
clamped them. The clamps hurt a little but were not vicious. Their main effect
was to stop the release of milk so that the pressure within her breasts grew
and grew. She was released and forced on tripping feet to the next room. She
was strapped into a dentist-type chair which had leg and foot pieces which
could be spread apart. These were separated until she felt her hips would pop
and locked into place. A woman approached wearing a magnifying glass attached
to headband and carrying scissors and tweezers. She knelt between the helpless
woman's legs and started snipping the pubic hair. When she had cut off as much
as possible, she began to tweeze the remaining stubble. The pain was
excruciating. The woman in the chair began to scream but was quickly gagged.

As her beautician tweezed, she teased her clit so that the victim was caught
between pain and pleasure. She was kept on the edge of an orgasm until her
entire pubic area was smooth and completely hairless. The beautician rubbed the
tingling ointment over the treated area and into the pussy as well, massaging
it well into the clitoris, pulling and pinching it.

Just as the victim thought she would come, the fingers stopped, leaving her wet
and throbbing. Between the pain in her breasts from the trapped milk and the
clamps, and the tingling throbbing soreness of her bare pudendum, she was aware
of nothing but her tits and cunt. They felt huge, they demanded all her
attention. Make-up was applied to her face. When they were through they held a
mirror up and she saw her dead white skin with dark, dramatic eyes and black-
red lipstick. Her long hair was slicked back into a tight ponytail on the top
of her head. Sheer, black seamed thigh-hi stocking were smoothed up her legs
and shiny black shoes with impossibly high heels were forced onto her feet. A
high black leather collar encircled her neck and forced her chin high. A chain
was attached to a ring in the front of the collar.

She was untied and as she tried to stand on her wobbly heels, her arms were
bound tightly behind her back, thrusting out her breasts. The clamps were
tightened and dangling lead weights were attached, cruelly pinching and pulling
her sore nipples. Her breasts were so tight with milk that the weights did not
cause them to sag at all.. With women pushing behind and another pulling the
chain on her collar she was led, teetering down a long dark corridor into an
even darker vaulted space. It looked to her like some sort of chapel, lit only
by candles. There was even a cross at the end of the room, but this cross had a
peculiar feature - a long, thick curved phallus protruded from it about two and
one half feet from the cross bar. She was picked up and carried to the cross.
Her arms were untied and she was forced to step up onto a small platform near
the bottom of the cross.

Men in black hooded robes lifted her and parted her legs so the phallus entered
her cunt. The phallus held her there with her toes just barely able to reach
the small platform. Most of her weight was being supported by her cunt. Her
arms were shackled to the cross bars in the classic position. She watched as
they attached a strong clamp onto her right cunt lip, close to the tip of the
slit. A black leather strap attached to the clamp was passed behind her, over
her hips and the clamp at the opposite end was attached to her left cunt lip.
The strap was adjustable and they pulled it tight to open her cunt lips,
exposing her clit to the cool air of the room. A slight breeze fanned it,
making her shiver.

One of the women rubbed some more of the ointment into it, then reached up to
pull and twist the clamped and weighted nipples. As she blindfolded the victim,
she gave the weights a good push to set them swinging and retreated from the
cross. The victim was left alone and blind, hanging by the phallus in her cunt,
breasts aching, clit exposed and twitching. She heard the shuffling sound of
many feet filing into the chapel then a slow low chant began. She had no idea
how long it went on, the monotonous tones seemed to make time stand still.

All she could focus on was the pain in her breasts and the torture of desire in
her exposed clit. Finally she heard steps approaching, coming to her. She heard
a loud snap and instantaneously a whiplash across her belly. She screamed.
Several more stripes were laid across her soft abdomen, but then the lash moved
higher, whipping the bottoms of her breasts, then the tops and finally landing
directly on the nipples themselves. It took several blows to each nipple to
knock the clamps and weights off and as they popped free, she felt a tremendous
gush of milk squirt out of her tits.

Blow after blow rained across her nipples until she didn't know if the fluid
running down her torso was just milk or if she was bleeding. Finally the
torture ended, or so she thought. But the man with the whip was just changing
positions. Standing directly in front of her (or so she later surmised), he
began whipping her wide open cunt. Lightly at first, striking the inside of
each outstretched cunt lip, then just flicking the clit itself, making it
twitch and throb with pleasure just touched with pain. The pleasure didn't
abate as the whip struck harder and harder on the exposed clit. She was
groaning and straining in her chains, grinding her hips on the brutal phallus
still buried in her cunt. She felt wetness flowing down here legs, but, again,
didn't know if it was just her cunt juices or if there was blood. Despite the
pain, she felt an orgasm building inside her, coming closer with each lash of
the whip until ..... The whipping stopped. She begged for it to continue,
asking for more, begging for more, but her pleas went unheeded, indeed, they
seemed to go completely unheard.. Fainting with pain and thwarted desire, she
was released from the cross, unblindfolded and carried to an altar.

The altar was cold marble with one end shaped into a broad Y. She was laid on
her back, legs along the legs of the Y and chained to it, arms stretched over
her head. Her head was secured by her long ponytail. A flurry of robed figures
surrounded her, caressing and massaging her all over. The magic ointment was
soothed into her flagellated belly, breasts and cunt, fingering sliding into
her to soothe the bruises left by the phallus. Her breasts were reclamped and
she felt the sharp sting of an injection in her arm. She went to sleep. It was
the pain of her bursting breasts which woke her once more.

Enough time had passed that they were full and aching with milk again. The slow
chant had either continued while she was asleep or had recently resumed. The
hooded figures, too many for her confused mind to count, lined up along either
side of the altar. Her breast clamps were removed and as the milk dribbled down
the sides of her breath a figure on each side of her bent to lick her nipples
and taste the milk. Both long lines filed past her, each taking a quick suck,
some also giving her sore nipples a sharp bite.

But each had taken so little milk that when the lines had ended, her breasts
still felt full to bursting. Two figures in red hooded robes came up on either
side of her, grasped her breasts and began sucking in long, hard pulls,
swallowing great mouthfuls of her milk. As they sucked they, pinched, kneaded,
wrenched and otherwise manhandled her breasts, seeming to want to wring them
dry with their mouths and hands. It hurt, but the relief of the pressure of the
milk was also very pleasurable. She had always had very sensitive nipples and
could nearly come just from having them sucked. As the milk began to flow less
forcefully, the men (for their hands were men's hands) bit and chewed her
nipples as if trying to get through her nipples to more milk. This went on and
on, although she was sure that there was no more milk to be had. In the
meantime, the many black hooded figures had formed a line starting between her
legs.. One by one they bent and kissed her sore throbbing clitoris, some giving
it a brief suck or bite. Her legs were straining in her shackles, her hips
trying to follow each retreating mouth and meeting each new mouth halfway. She
was crying with frustration, sobbing for release, begging each mouth to let her
come. This went on and on, never quite bringing her over the edge. Suddenly,
the crowd of figures pulled away from her and parted to let a huge black dog
approach her. It was larger than any dog she had ever seen, almost the size of
a small horse and its eyes gleamed red. It walked slowly toward the low altar,
saliva dripping from its jaws.

It walked between her parted legs, dropped its head and started to lick her
dripping cunt. Its huge wet tongue lapped her entire cunt from asshole to clit,
over and over, driving into her cunt hole to slurp up more of the rich juices.
As horrified as she was at being licked by a dog, the tongue was inflaming her
already overheated cunt. But again, right on the verge of her orgasm, the dog
stopped. It lunged up on its hind legs, planting its front legs on either side
of her head. It plunged its enormous cock deep inside of her.

It was far bigger than the phallus on the cross and she thought it might tear
her apart. It was also freezing cold. Slobbering on her face the dog began to
pump, slamming his huge cock into her over and over, bruising and abrading her
raw flesh, stabbing deep into her, pummeling her cervix. The dog's coarse fur
rubbed against her exposed clit, finally driving her into the most intense
orgasm of her life, many, many times more intense than she could ever have
imagined. She came and came and the dog fucked and fucked until she lost track
of her orgasms and she was just a quivering mass of sensation - a constant,
never ending climax.

Still the dog fucked her harder and harder, pounding the knot against her cunt
until, finally, it forced its way into her and the dog came in gallons of ice
cold semen. She and the dog were locked together, one panting as hard and fast
as the other. Her cunt continued to clutch the dog's cock and knot with strong
spasms and with each spasm the cock would jump, further punishing her deep
inside. Finally the dog was able to pull out and it was led, staggering, out of
the chapel. But she was still not released. A triangular platform was placed
between her legs, filling in the legs of the Y-shaped altar and several cats
were placed on it. Their sensitive noses led them straight to her cunt and as
she fainted, the cats were busily cleaning all the cunt juice and dog semen out
of her.

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