Part 4
Harriet
Her screams echoed and no amount of sound proofing could prevent her cries from being heard. He took another swing, lifting his hand before slamming the crucifix down at her exposed cunt. Harriet screamed some more for him. He would make her scream until no sound could escape her voice. Until she couldn't even whisper.
She looked up him just in time to see him swinging the wooden cross again at her. Aiming for the part of her body that was the most sensitive where it would hurt the most. Her pussy was shaded in a reddish pink as it started to bruise. Swelling had caused her lips to almost double in size as pain burned through every nerve like hellfire.
"Yes repent you wanton slut! You filthy bitch!"
Repent for what? For writing an article exposing his revolting misogynic sermons where he told his congregation to beat their wives. Where he preached his loosely defined definition of what makes a woman and slut and how god wanted them to be punished. Was all this out of revenge? Was he inflicting terrible unbearable pain to her because Harriet was doing her job? Because she did what was right.
He raised his arm again. The prayer beads that had been threaded through the rope holding the crucifix, littered the ground. She took a deep breath to prepare herself. Not that anything could prepare her for the agony. Her eyes were shut tightly as she waited for the strike. With each second that passed, her fingers and toes curled tighter and her sobbing drew louder in total fear.
Harriet opened her eyes and found the priest laughing at her. He was enjoying every second of this. She cried louder which only served to please him even more. Trapped in steel cuffs that didn't bulge, her legs were spread wide open above her head presenting her tortured and defenceless cunt for Seven to do as he desired.
His fingers rubbed her swollen clit driving Harriet to extreme pain at his slightest touch. He toyed with his unwilling slave, pinching and prodding at the hood of her sex. Drawing his face closer, he took in a long sniff smelling her scent whilst his finger traced a bruise that was shaped perfectly in a cross. Her skin crawled for him to be so close to her most private region.
She had let very few men see her like this. Allowed even fewer to touch. Harriet had to know that the guy she was with really meant something special to her and that he felt the same way about her. Some of her friends had even jokingly called her prude. Perhaps she was a little bit but sex to her was a special bond only for two lovers. But here she was, naked and exposed to a man that she hatred with all her heart. To a mam who claimed to be holy but was in truth, far beyond redemption.
He flicked his wrist as his arm swung down without warning. Harriet was given no time to brace herself. The impact that the wooden crucifix made on her cunt was that worse so far. Striking directly on her clit, she let out another blood curdling cry and felt her body twitching as if she had just died.
She weeped loudly letting out pained groans and whimpered as he approached her. Striding around the table, he held the crucifix he had used to beat her and dangled it in front of her face.
"Kiss it."
Harriet struggled to keep herself from screaming long enough to puss her lips and kiss the wooden symbol. A tiny drop of red blood caught her eyes as her lips pressed into Jesus' crotch area. What Seven had her kiss next was definitely worse.
Satisfied by her soft lips, he walked back over to her swollen cunt. The head of his cock teased between her beaten lips as Harriet begged him for mercy. How could he fuck her like this? The agony as he pushed his rod inside made it feel like he was violating her with a knife. He moaned, clearly enjoying the extra tightness and warmth. He took his time waiting this feeling of pure pleasure to last. Harriet meanwhile prayed to god for it to end.
He fucked her for an hour straight, never pulling out as he filled her with his cum. He made sure the pain never went away. Whenever Harriet miraculously managed to some how get used to it, he would add something different to make sure she suffered. Hard face slaps, a cruel flogger and hot wax being poured onto her massive spectacular tits that he had bitten and mashed whilst raping her.
She couldn't walk by the time he was done. Her legs felt like jelly and buckled with every steps. She instead crawled on her hands and knees like an animal. A black dog collar and chained leash further drove home her place as Seven led her like a dog out from the dungeon where she thought she would never leave.
They joined the other masters who were also leading their animals. Tears flowed freely with not a single dry set of feminine eyes in sight. That only changed when a yet another beautiful young girl joined them. The camp slave overseeing the next sadistic competition joined looked relatively fresh compared to the other two that she had seen today. Her Olive skin was sun kissed and her perfect body gave the expression of a goddess.
"Hello masters. This cunt's name is Sofia, welcome to the zipper jungle."
Sofia pointed what appeared to be one of those play pens where parents could drop of their kids whilst they did they're shopping. The one at camp Poenas Meretrix looked unsurprisingly different and more sinister.
"Fifteen miles of steel chains interlock to create the caged structure outside. A further five miles of barbed wire can be found inside. Electrified flooring, automatic whipping machines, pain inducing darts, mechanical tentacles and much more. This place is hell on earth for any poor cunt who has to navigate its like turns and bends."
The men holding their leashes nodded their heads and admired the contraption in awe. Their slaves were silent with fear.
"Each cunt will have a pair of paper binders clamped down to their nipples. A string has been threaded to the binders and forms the start of a zipper. At the end of the maze, the cunts will find a series of dildos with paperclips, wooden pegs or binders. You then bring it back to your masters who will takes the items off the dildos and add it to your zipper. The girl with the longest zippers when time runs out wins."
Who could come up with something as sick as this? Seven wasted no time to clamp the binders painfully to Harriet's nipples. The cold metal bit down hard and threatened to mutilate her curvy breasts. They joined the platter of teethmarks from Seven's love-bites and several drops of hot wax that had been missed when the cooled wax was being whipped off.
Harriet joined the line up along with the other slave girls. Their faces too expressed unending pain as the clamps tore into their tits.
"The rules are that you may not remove those clamps or purposely remove any additions to your zippers. You can only choose up and at least three dildos on each trip with the paper binders counting as two. You may only carry the dildos in your cunts, assholes and mouths. Catfights are allowed but eye gouging and causing extensive damage to each other is not allowed. Finally none of you are allowed to cum whilst inside the jungle. Breaking any of these rules will lead to your zippers being pulled off and you'll have to start over again."
If we cum? How could anyone possibly cum from being forced to take part in this barbaric sport. Sofia made sure the binders while secured properly and finished explaining that there were cameras positioned around every crack and corner of the pen. The metal clips would hurt worse than the pegs but they would stray on more securely. Sofia then reassured them that her and a couple other camp slaves would be keeping their masters occupied. Not that it reassured any of them knowing that their rapists would be kept happy as they took part in this sick game.
"On your marks. Get set. Go!"
Harriet could only which as the other slave girls rushed off into the structure. Their bodies polling up at the narrow entrance like cattle being herded through the slaughterhouse. The pain in between her legs had been severely vicious when she crawled from the dungeon where she had been beaten so heinously. Intense mind numbing pain came with every inch as her master had dragged her by a leash.
She forced herself to stand. Her swollen cunt stretching as she took a stride. She quickly fell back down and clutched her clamped tits which had cushioned her fall.
"Hurry up you dumb bimbo!"
Her master's yells as he deepthroated a camp slave made her blood chill. What would he do if he actually had a reason to punish her? Fear motivated Harriet to drag herself into the doorway. She managed to take a couple more steps before falling once again, this time tripping over a leg belonging to one of the twins.
Rachel was clutched over with her hands over her crotch. Harriet could see the pure agony shawled on the young blonde's face. From what she could see, Rachel's cunt was still gaping wide open as if just stretched by a stallion sized cock. What Harriet couldn't see was the damage that had been inflicted on the inside when that monstrous drill had been used to fuck her. If that thing had been ripping into her any longer than it was, there was no way that she would have survived.
Harriet forced herself to crawl away instead of helping the poor girl. She approached a dark tunnel and heard footsteps rushing in the opposite direction. Dove came running through it. Her the metal binders tormenting her cute tits as she sprinted back to help her sister. Harriet watched her get Rachel to stand and then could do nothing as they limped pass her.
More tears cascaded down Harriet's round face. The black streaks that was left from the mascara that had been forcefully applied tarnished her natural beauty but in the eyes of her master, it made her look more vulnerable and fuckable. Whether she lost or won this game, she would no doubt have to endure another cruel long rape.
At the end of the pitch black tunnel, a heavy door blocked the passage which had to be pushed open. Light rushed through the darkness with blinding brightness on the other side. Harriet had to stop for a moment, blinking as her eyes got readjusted. Out of nowhere, a large dog came growling at her. She managed to roll out of the way just in time as its teeth snapped close. It barked and growled ferociously, only a thin chain not too different from the one that had been attached to her collar, kept the beast at bay and prevented it from mauling her.
Her heart was beating at a million beats per second. She had nearly pissed herself in fear. Hugging the wall away from the guard dog, she made her way around and peaked through the chain walls to see what was awaiting her in the next room.
She entered not understanding what a series of pillars that lined the room did. This room was far bigger than the last and the pillars were spaced out to form lanes. Each pillar was decorated with three bundles string knotted at the end and had ridges making them sort of resemble Native American totem poles.
The sound of a whip cutting through the air and landing on female flesh echoed in the room. A loud scream came from the other side where Mia, the girl that Texas had been prancing around as a show horse, dropped to her knees. Her pale skin was covered in welts causing Harriet's heart to drop from fear that someone was there, aimed with a whip which they clearly knew how to use to skilled effect. She watched as Mia hurried to an angled slope that would take her to a higher of this sadistic jungle gym. The ponygirl struggled to get up it as the floor moved against her like a giant treadmill. She almost tripped but managed to find her footing and made it to the top where she nearly collapsed. Harriet felt guilty as she couldn't help but hope that the twins were still in this room so she wouldn't be the only target for the whip.
She crawled in between the middle pillars and looked in horror as the pillars swung around. What she had thought of as decorative string were actually thick knotted whips. They came at her from different directions, angles and heights. Not a single part of her curvy gorgeous body was safe from punishment. She got to her feet screaming just as a knotted end landed on her already beaten cunt. Rushing forward, another set of whipping machines activated. Fuelled by pain and the primal instinct to avoid it, she ran. Her large breasts bounced swayed with each step giving the whips plenty to target. Seeing the end, she ran even faster. At full speed with her breasts leaning in front, she came crashing into an invisible glass wall. She cried in pain as the machines were free to whip her back as Harriet was pressed up against the wall. She slid down it as the whipping finally creased. Resting for just a few seconds, the whipping resumed as soon as she started to move.
It wasn't just about making it to the end as fast as the girls could. The glass walls were positioned to form a maze which they had to navigate through. Harriet followed the the twist and turns managing to find a dead end once before finally finding an exit. All the while whips marked her with welts. The exit she found herself at was different to the one she saw Mia at earlier. Harriet made her way through it not knowing how much more she could take or what horrors were awaiting her.
In the third room, wet slippery gloo coated the floor and walls. The thick slime let off a strong smell of sulphur exfoliating unpleasant fumes to Harriet's nose. She moved slowly across it being careful to avoid getting her legs snugged in the series of holes that were found on the ground, walls and ceiling. It was only when she reached the middle of the room could the masters viewing their slaves' struggles appreciate the innovation that had been used to engineer this room.
Harriet felt something slithering up her leg. She tried to pull away but found that whatever it was had wrapped around her ankle. Before she could process what it was, another came out of the wall and winded itself around her arm. With what felt like a silicon coating, the long serpent like arms that were wrapped around her arm and legs started to ooze out the slime that covered the room. Dissolved salt seeped out of from the pores of the mechanical tentacles. Her fresh welts inflicted by the whipping machines in the room before were exposed to the slime, salt free to enter her wounds.
More tentacles then attacked their captured prey. Some were cold as ice with their silicon skin having been worn away while others were warm to mimic the body temperature of a living organism. She was lifted off the ground by her arms and her legs were spread exposing her to whatever was in store. More tentacles constricted around her body strangling like a vice around her waist and tits. Another came from the ceiling and choked her.
Harriet was helpless as two more rose from the floor up between her open legs. The slime helped them slide into her causing unimaginable pain. She didn't know what they were doing inside her as the unique sensation of what felt like worms were barrelling in her pussy and ass. The salt tortured her beaten cunt becoming the only thing that Harriet could think about as something slimy squirmed down her face and forced itself into her mouth.
The tentacles proceeded to fuck her. Their large girths penetrating hard and deep. The assault lasted longer than the duration that anybody should have to endure such a traumatic event. The tentacles finishing inside her came with an electric shock before a huge deposit of slime was injected into her well fucked holes. Harriet held her hands over her increasingly abused cunt and felt a warm substance leak out. In her pain clouded mind, she couldn't tell if it was slime or blood. Forcing herself to limp away, she wasn't willing to stray in that room for too long in case the tentacles optioned for seconds.
The next room was far narrower and Harriet found herself behind the athletically toned ebony ass of Felicia who already had three clips extended to both of her zippers. She looked over at Harriet with a sympathetic look before she jogger over to what appeared to be a lift. To activate it, Felicia placed her feet at two marked points before the were locked automatically. A wedge then lifted from the ground rising higher and higher until it cut into the black girl's snatch. The lift only started rising when the wooden horse was far enough to be pressing her on her clit.
Harriet watched the lift travel back down and reset before it was her turn. She was a little bit shorter than Felicia and doubted that the wooden horse would be adjusted to her height. She could hardly stand and had to use the wall for support as her feet were locked into place.
The steel cuffs felt cold as burning pain heated every inch of her body, her skin sizzling as if someone was pouring boiling oil onto her skin. The wooden wedge slowly rose from the ground in between Harriet's legs. She trued to push it down and stop it from coming up any further but the springs forcing the wooden horse up were too strong. The sharp edge parted her sore cunt which had swollen even further in a losing effort to prevent more pussy torture.
Harriet was seconds away from passing out when the lift finally reached the upper floor of the man made hell she was trying to escape from. She slid off the wooden horse that had forced itself so deeply in between her pussylips. Resting as the lift lowered itself back down and reset for its next victim, she felt so sick. Salty bile built up in the back of her ravished throat and her stomach hurt so much that she had to crawl up into a little ball.
She fought against the nausea and limbed over to the next and final room. What she found would haunt her forever. Three stunning women stood bound and gagged to post. A pool of rubber cocks surrounded each one. Harriet would have thought that they were models if not for way that the clamps attached to the dildos found in their respective pools weren't covering their bodies. Pinching painfully into each fold of pale skin, breasts, cunt or any other area that they could be attached to hurt them. In their arms, a needle was pierced through to their vein and a piece of tape was used to secure it in place. A tube rose somewhere through the ceiling where their IV bags were found.
Harriet watched as one of the girls starred at her crying. She was wondering what it felt like to be able to move and what it was like to not have these painful clamps permanently pinching her. Harriet limped towards that girl who had been accessorised with metal paper clamps and picked up one of the dildos from her pool. Up close she could see that the living manikin's reddish purple hair was actually cooled wax so that she wouldn't need to be taken out from her position for grooming. Her broken eyes followed Harriet and her clamped tongue moved in her gagged mouth like she wanted to say something.
Harriet did what she could to ignore the girl, the fear of losing overcoming her. She crawled over to a blonde girl modelling the binders that were identical to those torturing her nipples. Avoiding looking at the poor girls, she licked the dildo which had the paperclip attached to it to lube it before slowly and carefully inserting it into her ass. She was inserting a rubber cock into her asshole that until a few weeks ago had never been touched by a man. That thought hit her especially hard and was an extremely bitter pill to swallow.
Harriet then forced the dildo with the binder down her throat as far as she could manage and left. She knew that she could have taken something less painful than the binder and then chosen a third but there was no way she could insert something into her torture cunt. Leaving the models alone to continue their never ending suffering, she came to the exit sliding down a slippery lubricated slide.
She found her master busy pounding away inside Alanah, the camp girl from the previous event. Her windswept hair partially covered her face which was stained in an expression of pain as Seven roughly fucked her tight ass. Harriet forced herself to present herself to the revolting man. He ignored her, concerned with his own pleasure than the competition he was forcing his Harriet to complete in.
Her eyes drew wary, the floor here just looked so much more comfortable in her eyes than a soft bed. She wanted to rest...
When she woke up, she found naked flesh on either side of herself. The slave girls were hung up by their wrists handcuffed to hooks that came down from the ceiling. United by tears caused from having to endure the worst of human creativity, their masters stood in front of them admiring the suspended girls like a fisherman does after pulling in a prized catch. They were trophies to them, objects. Toys to be used as their owners desired.
"The winner of this event was Felicia who managed to acquire an impressive record 14 pegs and gets the maximum 15 points."
Sofia pointed to the stunning black girl to the left of Harriet. There was a mixture of wooden clothespins and metal paper clips neatly set in two even lines along her toned ebony stomach. A series of whip strokes stripped her body making her look like an exotic wild cat. She roared in pain as her master pulled off her zippers yanking the clips and pins off in one quick, merciless swipe.
"In second place and receiving 12 points, we have Caitlin who managed three trips with a total of 10 clothespins."
Harriet couldn't see Caitlin who was to the far side away from her. What she did manage was to hear her scream before begging for no more. Her master then pulled off the other zipper optioning to pull them off one at a time to draw out his raven haired pet's suffering.
"In joint third, we have both Dove and Rachel who both earn 10 points. They managed to collect 8 pegs each."
Sofia and Alanah had to help the old man who was responsible for the torment the beautiful blonde twins were having to endure. Despite clearly being exhausted from the orgy he had so willingly taken part in, the weak elderly old man still greedily suckled on one of the camp slave's tits. Unsurprisingly, he had enough strength to pull the zippers off the twins. His sadism seemingly giving him youthful energy as he laughed like a small child.
"In fifth is Tabitha with a respectable 7 metal clips including an extra binder. She wins 7 points."
Harriet turned her head right to look at the pretty redhead. She seemed unresponsive as Sofia said her name and talked about her performance. Darts were sticking out of her shapely ass and firm looking tits like someone had used her as a dartboard. She came to life as the clips were pulled off her screaming loudly and thrashing against the chain. Her sobs continued as Sofia moved on to sixth place.
"We then have Laura with five clips who earns herself 5 points."
Harriet didn't have time to fully focus on Laura, the girl who the men had chosen to gang rape earlier in the day. Her master yanked off the zippers before Sofia had even finished, impatient to hurt his slave.
"In seventh gaining just 2 point is Mia. She did actually manage a total of 12 but unfortunately found herself cumming on the sybian ride. She only managed to obtain 3 clips after restarting."
Mia's face turned bright red in embarrassment. She eyed Sofia angrily wondering if it was really necessary for her to have to announce that she had orgasmed. Her leg was bleeding from being bitten by that guard dog with an ugly looking wound dropping a small pool of blood beneath her. She looked utterly exhausted and hardly reacted when her zippers were pulled by her dwarf master.
Harriet's heart dropped as Sofia approached her. She saw a sigh of sadness as she announced that Harriet had lost and would have to endure the punishment.
"In last place with a pathetic score of two is Harriet who will receive no points. As punishment for losing, the zippers of the other girls will be attached to her before her master pulls them off at a time of his choosing."
"Mmh I would say leave them on for ever but the bitch would probably turn into an even worse fuck. Leave her hanging like that for a couple of hours so she can truly suffer and atone for her sins. I'll yank them off her later. In the meanwhile, you can keep me occupied whore. Meet me in my room, I've haven't had enough of that cunt of yours yet."