Archive-name: Violent/caught04.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Caught - 4 Sorry to keep all of you waiting but I was in the process of moving and it took me longer to get out chapter four than I had been planning on. I hope to have at least two more chapters out by the end of the year, and to have it completed by next summer. Keep the comments coming. Enjoy! CAUGHT Chapter Four Her mouth still on fire from the hot fluid that had assaulted her tongue, Barbara was led down the hall in a most unceremonious fashion. With her hands cuffed tightly behind her, she was aware that in her naked state, she was no doubt being gazed upon by other prisons and guards. The cool damp air brushed her skin, a sharp contrast to the warm hands that held her arms just above the elbow. Even with the blindfold on, she could tell that no light from the outside had illuminated this area in years. He bare feet contacted to moist, stone floor as she was taken down the corridor. Her ears detected a heavy door being opened and she was whisked through it. With a mighty slam it closed behind her. Her "escorts" led her across the room and forced her into a chair. Her arms and legs were fastened securely and as soon as that was done, her blindfold was removed. As she glanced around the room, Barbara noticed that there was a small raised platform in the center, directly in front of her chair. Rising from the ground was a type of pedestal which had a ring about waist level and a cross member with two rings at approximately shoulder height. There was also a frame work bed which had rings attached to the posts. Above the "stage" were four flood lights which at the moment were dark. On the floor under the bed was a small footlocker like object which no doubt contained some horrible items. "I'll bet you're wondering where Allison is, aren't you?" came a female voice from behind Barbara. "She will be along in due time. I can't tell you how glad I am to make your acquaintance," she continued as she stepped out from the shadows. "My name it Leslie," she said as she stepped over toward Barbara. He hair was tied up on her head, but Barbara could make out that it was strawberry blonde in color. Her face was very attractive, with high cheekbones, full lips, and beautiful green eyes. Surely this can't be the torturer that was rumored about, thought Barbara. Dressed in a lab coat which did little to destroy the marvelous curves of Leslie's body, she reached down into one of her pockets and pulled out a small box. "Well, this won't do," she said as she looked at Barbara. Leslie turned and walked off into the shadows after placing the box next to Barbara's chair. With much dread, Barbara looked down and saw what appeared to be a small fishing tackle box. Her mind raced for answers to questions that were forming, but it was slowed and numbed by the pain and agony which it had been forced to endure in the past how ever many hours it had been. Quietly, Leslie returned with a harness which she placed between Barbara's tits and over her shoulders. She tightened it behind the chair, forcing Barbara's mauled tits outward and restraining any further movement. "I want to make sure that you pay attention to what is going to happen to your friend," Leslie said as she opened the box. With her right hand she pulled out a rather large fish hook on which a length of nylon fishing line had already been attached. "Compared with what you have been through already, this is going to be minor," she calmly stated as she moved behind Barbara and reached over her shoulder to grab her left tit. "But it will assist om keeping your attention!" Casually, Leslie pulled outward on the nipple, causing Barbara to suck in a breath of air through her teeth. They were still so tender. With morbid fascination, Barbara watched as Leslie touched the hook under her nipple, half way back on the aereloa. A flash of pain hit her brain and she tried to move away, but it was to no avail. Leslie had been right, though. The pain was nothing like she had already endured. Slowly the hook was threaded through her tit until it had her hooked well. Leslie went to the other side, and just as coolly, just as casually, just as naturally embedded the second hook into Barbara's right tit. Leslie pulled the lines tight and then efficiently attached them to two hooks which were in the arms the chair. The effect was to pull Barbara's tits forward and away from her body. Barbara knew that if she moved, the hooks would only become more embedded in her flesh, and she doubt that Leslie, or anyone for that matter, would remove them in any manner other than the most painful way. With this accomplished, Leslie turned and walked away from Barbara, and back into the shadows. It was only moments until Leslie returned, and emerging from the shadows behind her were two muscular men who held between them the struggling form of Allsion! Barbara could hardly bear to watch as they brought Allison up onto the "stage" and roughly threw her onto the bed. The cuffs that were now evident on her wrists and ankles were swiftly clamped to the rings, making Allison spread eagle on the bed. Allison was a pretty girl with a soft face and a pretty smile. She wasn't knock-out beautiful, but would make anyone's head turn. Her reddish-brown hair was shoulder length, curling under at the ends, and her long bangs were brushed over to the right. But now the face was contorted and fading streaks from tears left red impressions on her cheeks. Leslie approached Allison as the two men stepped back. She looked at Barbara as she took a knife from one of her pockets and quickly began shredding Allison's clothes. "We know that you know more than this little bitch knows," said the torturer as she removed Allison's shirt and just as quickly, her bra. Now with her tits free, Barbara could see that while the breasts were not anything spectacular, they were almost perfect in form and color. The nipples were small and flat with the contour of the breast. For a moment, Barbara almost found herself wanting to suck on them, but then realized what it was that she was contemplating. "So, you now have a choice..." Leslie undid the slacks and forcefully pulled them down to Allison's ankles and sliced them off. "You can either tell me everything that I want to know, or you can watch your friend here," she turned to the restrained shape on the bed and with two quick slices, slit off her panties, but not with out nicking her skin, leaving a cut on her left side just above her thatch of pubic hair which began to fill with crimson blood, "die slowly!" Leslie licked her finger and then massaged the open wound. With blood on her fingertips, she placed them into her mouth and suck, no doubt relishing in the taste. She reached down and gathered some more blood on her fingers and walked over to Barbara. She slipped the finger across the space between Barbara's taut breasts, leaving a trail of Allison's blood between her tits. "The blood of your friend is on your hands," she laughed as she went back to the bed. Leslie kneeled down and slid the locker out from under the bed and opened the lid. Barbara could not see into it as Leslie's body blocked her view. As the lid was closed, the pain-giver stood and walked over to Barbara once again. "I will give you one more chance to tell me what I want to know before I begin to reduce this beautiful young woman to a battered, scarred, and hideous corpse." She tugged ever so gently on the nylon lines which pulled on the hooks embedded in Barbara's soft breasts for emphasis. At that moment Barbara could see the implement that Leslie held in her hand. It was nothing more than a pair of vise grip pliers. Leslie saw that Barbara had noticed them and smiled. "Yes, sometimes I find that simple things work the best." She twisted the knob on the end which opened the jaws just slightly and then released the catch, the pliers opening it's maw wide. "Well, I guess that it is time to begin!" She returned to the outstretched Allison. The girl on the bed had pleading eyes. Leslie took her bare hand and slapped at Allison's small right tit. There was an ever so slight hardening of the nipple after the blow. Leslie took her fingers and massaged the nub as Allison squirmed. "I hope that you can forgive your friend," she said, looking Allison in the eye. "She would rather you suffer than help me out." The pliers in Leslie's hand lowered down until the jaws were positioned to clamp down on the tender flesh. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! PLEASE, STOPPPPP!" wailed Allison. Barbara tried to blot out the situation by closing her eyes, but the message was conveyed through the screams, and she knew that she would not be able to blot out the look of sheer terror that had been on Allison's face the millisecond after the pliers closed on her nipple and the millisecond before her scream had pierced the air. With a morbid sense of curiosity opened her eyes after a few moments and saw Allison trying to thrash about, the pliers holding tight as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her nipple was an ugly reddish purple and bulging. A trickle of blood seeped down her tit. After what seemed to be a minute or so, Leslie released the visegrip. Another scream was soon splitting the air as she had re-applied the tool after twisting the jaws closer together. "I am sure that you will enjoy it when I get down to her clit and start in on that!" yelled Leslie over the screams and begging of Allison. "And this is just the beginning!!!" Barbara thought to herself, "I think that maybe it's time to talk..." --