Hi everyone. I wrote this story quite a long time ago and you may have already seen it posted on other sites ... it was borrowed quite a lot :)) From some of the emails I received when I originally posted (a VERY BIG thank you to all who wrote me) it seems that many visitors enjoy the "story" content of xxxdrawings and animations. Well, after reading many of the "hard sex" stories on the net I decided to write my own, and this was one of them. It was never finished, but could be !! Please let me know if you would : a. Like to see it continued ... and how you think it should go ... b. Like to see it removed 'cos it shouldn't be here anyway .... c. Like to see more stories of rape, torture, incest and so on .... d. Want no more story content on this site .... e. Have any other comments or suggestions. DISCLAIMER: (Sorry - but I have to post one ...) CONTAINS EXTREME SADISM, TORTURE, NON-CONSENSUAL SEX, AND MORE. I DO NOT ENDORSE THE STORY, ITS THEME, OR CONTENTS IN ANY WAY OTHER THAN IT BEING PROVIDED PURELY FOR ADULT ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. IT IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. IF YOU FEEL YOU MAY BE DISTURBED BY THIS CONTENT PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER. IF YOU DO READ THIS STORY YOU ARE STATING THAT YOU WILL NOT HOLD RESPONSIBLE IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER THE WEBMASTER OF THIS SITE NOR ANYONE ELSE CONNECTED WITH THE PROVISION OF SERVICES ON WHICH THIS SITE RESIDES. ------------------------------ ------------------------------------------- The Story Of Claire - a sample of part of a chapter. Chapter 6 The ratchet clacked once more, drawing the ropes over the top drum of the rack. "Aiiieeeeee." Claire screamed as her body was stretched. Again Anne turned the wheel and the ratchet clacked into place. Claire screamed again, but she was now so tightly stretched that she could hardly fill her lungs with air. "One more I think." Anne said as she gave the wheel a final turn. She beckoned the two men to join her close to Claire. "Listen to the poor bitch." Anne said. Claire's breathing was shallow and came in short gasps as the pain of being stretched so tightly ripped through her pregnant body. "Pl . . . eese . . . no . . . more." "Touch her belly." Anne said and the men probed Claire's swollen abdomen. "God, it's as tight as a drum," one said, "it's rock hard. She must be in agony." "Oh she is." Anne smiled. "Now squeeze her tits." Again the men eagerly obeyed. "Gees, they're like rubber bags." Squeeze harder." Anne said and the men did so. "Oh God look, there's milk coming out." He squeezed Claire's left breast harder and harder until streams of yellowish liquid spilled from her nipple. The other man crunched her right breast until it too spilled its milk onto Claire's breast. Only choked screams came from poor Claire as the men crushed her breasts as hard as they could. "And now gentlemen, let's give the bitch some real pain." Anne held two wires, each of which had a two inch needle at the end of it. She handed one to each of the men. "Into her nipples," she said calmly. The two men looked at her, surprised. "We're going to torture her tits now, so push the needles into the bitches nipples, straight in, as far as they'll go, right into her tit meat." Anne watched the man nearest to her pinch Claire's nipple, pull it up and position the needle point right in the middle of it. He looked up at Anne who nodded her encouragement and then slowly sank the needle down through Claire's nipple deep into her breast. Claire screamed from the back of her throat. "It's like pushing it through raw meat," he said, "it's harder than I expected." Anne smiled. "Her tit is raw meat. Did you enjoy doing it?" He just looked at Anne, he didn't need to answer. When the two needles were in place Anne Handed David a magneto to which the wires were attached. "You want to go first? Just turn the handle, that's all you've got to do, turn it and watch the bitch." He took it eagerly and gave the handle just one quick turn. The effect on Claire was instantaneous. She screamed like they'd never heard her scream before, her breasts wobbling provocatively before settling back into their normal shape. He turned it again, this time for longer and Claire's screaming went on continuously as agonising pain tore through her breasts. He turned faster and faster. Claire's breasts continued to wobble madly, her nipples now hugely erect and engorged, and the flesh of each breast covered in striations which radiated outwards from her nipples where the underlying breast tissues had been tightened into spasm by the intense electrical current. Slowly a red ring was forming on Claire's balooning breasts about an inch below her nipples. "Harder, go on, faster." Anne said and David turned the magneto as fast as he could. "Look at the bitch . . . she's in agony . . . and she can't move a millimetre." The red line on Claire's breasts widened as the electricity poured in through her nipples which grew even larger, the areolae around each nipple swollen into a thousand blisters. Her breasts trembled like fluid sacks, wobbling so provocatively that the two men were incensed with lust. Then, in an instant Claire stopped her thrashing and lay still. David stopped winding the magneto and with a worried look let the magneto drop to his side. "Don't worry," Anne smiled, "you haven't killed her, the bitch has just fainted.