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CHAPTER EIGHT
Jessica was making it through the horrible sunken corridor filled with sewage, steam, and broken metal pipes relatively unscathed. Her athletic body allowed her to contort herself in many useful ways, allowing her to dodge hanging pipes and squeeze through tight spaces.
But before the tunnel ended she was faced with an impenetrable wall of steam from at least a dozen pipes, leaving no room for her to dodge their murderous sprays. As her chain dragged her relentlessly towards the steam, Jessica cried and tried to mentally brace herself for the steam bath. When she felt the steam burn her upper body, arms, and legs, she let out an unholy wail of agony. Never could she imagine that such pain existed as she was experiencing right now. And yet she was passing through just the first of a dozen pipes. She knew she would not survive.
In a reflex, and against every sense of humanity in her body, she forced her body head first into the slime she had been crawling through, desperate to escape the burning steam. For nearly two minutes the girl held her breath under the surface of the sewage, using it as protection from the steam. But nothing had prepared her for the disgusting sensations of human waste coating every inch of her body. She felt the fluids enter her ears and slither into her nostrils. The slime burned her eyes and partly entered her mouth, forcing her to fight her gag reflex with all her might.
She didn't know how long she'd have to stay under, so she stayed until her lungs felt as if there were going to explode. Then, with the same unconscious impulse that plunged her into the sewage, she bounded above the surface, oblivious to the potential danger above. She leaped up and took a giant gasp of air, swallowing chunks of sewage as she did so. The steam burned her slightly, but only her backside. She had made it through the steam just in time.
As she shook her head from side to side to flake off as much of the filth as possible, Jessica was able to open her eyes and see the end of the tunnel. Soon she was out of the tunnel, free of the river of slime and the broken iron pipes. She was in an open warehouse now. It was too dark for she to see much more than a few feet in front of her. She moved along trepidatiously, fearing some new horror awaiting her.
CHAPTER NINE
Christine pressed down hard on the switch, condemning her right nipple to be flattened to a meaty pulp, just as she had recently done to her left. The strong metal plates crushed her areolas until the skin split and the beautiful flesh was disfigured before her eyes. Christine screamed ceaselessly during the entire 60 second process, but no amount of vocal release could mitigate the tremendous pain sensations she now felt at the tips of both of her beautiful c-cup breasts.
Even as the metal plates on her temples renewed their deadly movements, Christine could only look onward in a daze. Her mind was nearly shattered by the trauma of seeing so many beautiful parts of her young body being mangled beyond recognition. Her wide eyes stared ahead unblinkingly, her pupils contracted into tiny dots.
When the machine finished its callous work on her nipples and renewed its attack on her temples, she had no will to continue on. The pain in her skull felt almost reassuring, giving her some sense of release from the throbbing sensations emanating from the rest of her body. But just as her mind was about to succumb to the pressure against it, her jaws clenched and she smashed her disfigured foot on the pedal. Like a man about to die from holding his breath too long, her reflexes would not allow her to die so easily.
Christine didn't look down as the two large plates began crushing her left breast from the sides. The plates moved at an agonizingly slow rate, almost imperceptibly. It took a minute for the plates to make any real progress, and her boob, flexible as it was, was not in too much pain. The second minute was a bit worse; her breast was slightly distended and turning purple. Stretch marks formed along the tit and the pressure inside increased.
Christine grit her teeth and tightened all her muscles in response to the assault on her helpless tit. But no amount of exertion could reduce the horrifying feeling of having her tit crushed to the bursting point. The skin began to split along the stretch marks, oozing blood and tissue over her chest and stomach.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Christine's eyes appeared to nearly burst from their sockets as every ounce of strength left in her body attempted to break free of her restraints. Veins pulsated obscenely in her neck and arms and she tried futilely to fight the incredible sensation of having her breast crushed almost flat. Delirious from the pain, Christine appeared to be foaming at the mouth as she screamed.
Long into the fifth and final minute the plates relentlessly crushed the raw tit meat inside her ruined breast. They crushed the internal muscles and raw nerve endings deep inside of her. She would have screamed anew if she hadn't just burst her vocal chords.
The destruction of her right breast was just as excruciating, if not worse. Blood and saliva dripped down her chin as she bit through her lower lip during the process. She blacked out from the pain at some point, but still ever more pain shocked her back into consciousness in time for her to see blood and mammary glands burst from the split skin of the breast.
After her second breast was finally flattened and destroyed the plates on her temples renewed their movement once more. WHAT ELSE IS LEFT??? I DON'T SEE ANYTHING, her mind screamed. She was beyond caring, almost eager to further destroy her body now, hoping the mutilation would finally give her the sweat release of death. She knew in the back of her mind that these tortures wouldn't kill her though, and that her blood loss was minor, but she wanted to believe otherwise.
She pressed down on the switch the 27th and final time, without any clue as to what part of her body she was condemning to destruction.
When she felt the pressure in her vagina her heart sank. No, no, no, no it can't be it can't... she pleaded in her mind. She realized now why she couldn't see the final device: it was just under her shorts, with one plate inside her vagina and the other one of just below her pubic mound. The device was positioned to crush her clitoris into the g-spot inside, pulverizing the flesh and bone in between.
Nothing could prepare Christine for the pain she felt during those fifteen minutes of excruciating agony. Several times she vomited what little bile and stomach acid remained in her stomach, burning her throat and lips. When nothing was left she dry heaved to the point of hyperventilation. Her face turned white from shock and sweat poured from every gland in her body. When she wasn't screaming through her burst vocal chords she was biting down hard on her lips or tongue in an effort to block out the pain. At one point she shit and pissed herself. Her entire body shook like it was in epileptic shock.
By the end she had bitten threw her lips and had clenched her teeth so hard that some of her molars had cracked under the pressure. Her entire body was covered in blood, sweat, vomit, and other bodily fluids.
As the plates came to a stop the air pressure machine let out a final hiss, releasing the pressure on all of the devices attached to Christine's body and snapping open the restraints which locked the teen to the metal chair. But she had mercifully fainted from the cumulative pain of having every sensitive part of her body slowly mutilated. If she had remained conscious she might have had time to get up and escape. Instead, the masked giant came back for her, and took her away into the deep recesses of the complex.
CHAPTER TEN
Jessica limped along towards the end of the tunnel. Bruised, cut, exhausted, and covered in filth, Jessica was nearly out of strength. She wanted nothing more than to sit down, just for one moment. But the cable attached to the noose around her neck dragged her relentlessly forward. A few times she nearly stumbled and choked half to death, but always she found the renewed energy to move forward.
When Jessica stepped out of the tunnel and into the large warehouse room she was overwhelmed with joy. She could smell fresh air; she could walk on smooth, dry ground; and she didn't have to weave and dodge through an obstacle course of deadly metal piping. She walked with renewed energy and confidence. Yes, she was in pain and felt ill from vomiting so much, but she sensed that the worst was over. Soon this perverse obstacle course would be over and she could find a way out of this place. If only it wasn't so dark, she lamented, then I could actually see where I'm going.
As if in answer to her unspoken thoughts, the area ahead suddenly illuminated with dim overhead lights. One by one lights clicked on, showing more and more of the clear path ahead, until stopping at the end of the room. There Jessica saw the end of the long rope that had been pulling her all this time. A large rotating wheel cranked ever so slowly, coiling the rope around it. But before the rope wrapped around the wheel, it made a final pass through a set of iron bars, which allowed the rope to pass through but would surely prevent Jessica from passing through. But the bars weren't Jessica's true worry. No, young Jessica was too concerned about the 4 inch spikes protruding all along the bars. The girl was being dragged to an inevitable impalement on dozens of nasty spikes, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
In a panic the teen pulled on the cord, digging her bare heals into the hard concrete floor and using all her might to stop the wheel from retracting further.
"Noooo! Nooo!!! Oh my GOD! Make it stop! It's going to kill me, make it STOP!!"
The only answer to her pleas was the grinding sound of the wheel continuing its slow, inexorable rotation. Even with adrenaline pumping through her veins and the mad determination to live overpowering any worry about straining her muscles or tendons, no amount of pulling could stop the machine.
Closer and closer it pulled her to the spiked metal bars. Jessica realized that she would have to prepare herself for the inevitable. She would have to brace herself for the spikes; try to position herself so that they wouldn't puncture her lungs or heart or anything vital. As she got closer she tried to position herself to protect her eyes and her neck, yet still she was sweating in fear of the tremendous pain she would soon be subjected to.
Jessica was now only a foot away from the spikes. The wheel seemed to be rotating slower than before, almost imperceptibly. It would give Jessica more time to position herself, but it would also drag out the pain.
Six inches to go. Three inches. Then the first spikes touched her perky tits, 3 in each. Jessica screamed in torment as she felt the sharp metal inch its way into her delicate breasts. The spikes widened slightly as they got closer to the base, stretching and tearing the holes they made in her lithe body and she pressed against them.
In a desperate effort to fend off the pain Jessica pushed against the bars with her hands, but there was no place for her to put her hands that were not covered in spikes. As she pressed futilely against the steel the several spikes pierced through her hands and she howled in pain. More spikes dug into her arms and her legs. Several large spikes entered her belly as she screamed and screamed and screamed.
As Jessica was pressed closer and closer against the bars, the spikes worked their way deep into her flesh, some digging into bone and piercing nerves deep in the recesses of her body. Both of her nipples were impaled on 4 inch spikes, moving ever deeper into the core of her intimate body parts.
Jessica retained consciousness up until the point where both her labia and her vagina were skewered on the spikes. As they worked their way into her love canal she let out one final, primal scream and then blacked out - her eyes glazed over and her tongue hanging limp from her mouth.
Then the machine came to an abrupt stop. The monstrous man who had tormented the other girls came into the room, detached Jessica's collar and began to slowly pull her unconscious form from the metal frame. Blood leaked out of her puncture wounds and pooled on the floor by her impaled feet. But she did not lose enough to kill her. He needed her alive for the final test that was to come.