frankg
09-07-2006, 7:39 AM
Jackson’s eyes were clinched shut and his teeth gnashed tightly together as she pulled his head up.
“Why can’t you just answer the question and save me time and yourself pain?” was all she asked.
“Through pants and grunts Jackson replied, “Fuck you!”
She slapped him hard several times in quick succession as she held his head by the hair with one hand. Jackson dug down deep inside and bore the borage as well as he could.
“Are you a tough guy or re you just trying to impress me?” she asked.
“Tough.” Was all he said.
“We’ll see about that.” She responded.
She let go of his hair and his chin fell limp against his chest. She walked around him out of sight. The bright light turned off and Jackson was thrown back into complete darkness. Just then the flicker of a fluorescent overhead light danced to life. The room stayed in the shadows as the light sprang to life, clicking and popping. Jackson looked around. The floor was concrete with a drain in the middle of the room. The walls were bare concrete blocks with chains and shackles position every few feet. On one wall hung an array of whips, canes, and flogs. Above him, on the ceiling, were hung various chains and bars with which to suspend someone. There was a long flat stainless steel table with heavy leather restraints draped across it. Next to it was another table filled with instruments of torture.
Jackson’s heart leapt as he heard her heels striking the hard floor as she approached him from behind. He heard the sound of water running as he craned his neck to try to get a glimpse of what she was doing. She had a galvanized bucket in a large sink. She was filling it with steaming hot water. She lifted the bucket and approached Jackson. Without a glance or a sound she dumped the water into a trough at Jackson’s feet. The hot water filled the trough burying him to the ankles. Jackson danced wildly against his restraints as he tried to escape the burning. She laughed as he vainly tried to avoid the water. She dropped the bucket back into the sink and strolled to the table of torture devises. She picked up a small container of salt and proceeded to dump it into the hot water. She glided back towards the table and picked up a small box that had wires dangling from it. Jackson started to breathe heavily because he knew it was an electrical device.
She looked at Jackson and smiled. She reached up with one hand and pinched Jackson’s right nipple. She squeezed hard and gave a twist as Jackson panted and clinched his teeth. She released his nipple and proceeded put an alligator clip on it. Jackson flinched as the teeth of the clip dug into his soft flesh. She treated his left nipple with the same disregard and attached an identical clip to it as well. She took the long wires that hung from each clip and attached each to the black box she brought from the table. She looked at Jackson; beads of sweat had started to form on his brow.
“Nervous?” she asked almost laughingly.
She flicked a toggle switch on the box and a red light came to life followed by a high-pitched hum. She looked up at Jackson again as she pressed the plunger next to the light. Instantly a sharp jolt of current hit Jackson causing him to scream out and flex, as he pulled hard against his restraints. She laughed as she released the button making Jackson fall limp.
“Like that?” she asks laughing.
Again she presses the button sending Jackson into a tense convulsive state. He starts to scream out just as she releases the button again. Sweat pours from Jackson’s body as he hangs limp from his bound wrists.
“Want some more?” she asks.
She presses the button repeatedly this time making Jackson jerk and tense up with each shot of electricity as it surges through his body. She reaches up and pulls the clips from his nipples.
“Let’s try something else.” She says with an evil grin.
She reaches up and unbuckles Jackson’s right wrist. His arm drops limp against his body. She does the same with the left. Jackson falls to the floor exhausted from his electro-torture ordeal. She unbuckles his ankles and grabs the steel bar that is separating his legs. She pulls Jackson across the cold hard floor towards the flat stainless steel table. She pulls him close and drops his legs. She walks around and grabs his hair pulling him up to his knees. She releases his hair and starts to lift him under his arms from behind to put him on the table. Jackson seizes the opportunity and strikes back.
He throws an elbow up at her head and contacts her temple. She staggers back, mostly in shock. Jackson stands wearily and turns to face her. Just as he turns she strikes back with a high roundhouse kick to the temple. There is a loud crack as the heel of her boot makes contact with Jackson’s head. He is sent spinning to the floor. Dazed he starts to get up as fast as he can but she is waiting. As he gets to his knees the lands a perfect kick to his ribs. The pointed toe of her boot instantly cracks two of Jackson’s ribs. He drops to the floor again gasping for air.
“How dare you try that!” She screams at him. “Now I’m going to have to teach you a lesson!”
Jackson tries to stagger to his feet again but she answers with a second blow to the same ribs that she just cracked. Jackson moans in agony as his frame hits the floor again.
“Get up!” She screams. “Don’t lay down on me now!”
Jackson clinches his teeth in anger and pushes himself back up to his knees. This time she holds back and allows him to stagger to his feet. On shaky legs he raises his fists in a fighting posture. She darts in and lands a quick jab directly to his mouth. His lip splits open and blood oozes from the wound. She dances around him gracefully despite wearing 5 inch high heels on her boots. Jackson swings and she easily ducks out of the way. She answers with a quick punch to the gut rocking Jackson’s broken ribs again. Jackson doubles over and spits blood onto the floor. He raise up again and swings wildly. She easily avoids hit strike and lands an open handed slap to the cheek. Jackson is furious now and lunges toward her hoping to grapple her to the ground. She beautifully slides to one side grabbing Jackson’s wrist and easily twisting and throwing him to the ground. Still holding his wrist the doubles it back against itself, puts one knee against his arm, drops to the ground and locks the other leg around Jackson’s neck. She has him in a perfect arm-bar choke hold from which he can never escape. She applies pressure to his elbow and throat. He gags and thrashes wildly as he tries to escape her grasp.
“Why can’t you just answer the question and save me time and yourself pain?” was all she asked.
“Through pants and grunts Jackson replied, “Fuck you!”
She slapped him hard several times in quick succession as she held his head by the hair with one hand. Jackson dug down deep inside and bore the borage as well as he could.
“Are you a tough guy or re you just trying to impress me?” she asked.
“Tough.” Was all he said.
“We’ll see about that.” She responded.
She let go of his hair and his chin fell limp against his chest. She walked around him out of sight. The bright light turned off and Jackson was thrown back into complete darkness. Just then the flicker of a fluorescent overhead light danced to life. The room stayed in the shadows as the light sprang to life, clicking and popping. Jackson looked around. The floor was concrete with a drain in the middle of the room. The walls were bare concrete blocks with chains and shackles position every few feet. On one wall hung an array of whips, canes, and flogs. Above him, on the ceiling, were hung various chains and bars with which to suspend someone. There was a long flat stainless steel table with heavy leather restraints draped across it. Next to it was another table filled with instruments of torture.
Jackson’s heart leapt as he heard her heels striking the hard floor as she approached him from behind. He heard the sound of water running as he craned his neck to try to get a glimpse of what she was doing. She had a galvanized bucket in a large sink. She was filling it with steaming hot water. She lifted the bucket and approached Jackson. Without a glance or a sound she dumped the water into a trough at Jackson’s feet. The hot water filled the trough burying him to the ankles. Jackson danced wildly against his restraints as he tried to escape the burning. She laughed as he vainly tried to avoid the water. She dropped the bucket back into the sink and strolled to the table of torture devises. She picked up a small container of salt and proceeded to dump it into the hot water. She glided back towards the table and picked up a small box that had wires dangling from it. Jackson started to breathe heavily because he knew it was an electrical device.
She looked at Jackson and smiled. She reached up with one hand and pinched Jackson’s right nipple. She squeezed hard and gave a twist as Jackson panted and clinched his teeth. She released his nipple and proceeded put an alligator clip on it. Jackson flinched as the teeth of the clip dug into his soft flesh. She treated his left nipple with the same disregard and attached an identical clip to it as well. She took the long wires that hung from each clip and attached each to the black box she brought from the table. She looked at Jackson; beads of sweat had started to form on his brow.
“Nervous?” she asked almost laughingly.
She flicked a toggle switch on the box and a red light came to life followed by a high-pitched hum. She looked up at Jackson again as she pressed the plunger next to the light. Instantly a sharp jolt of current hit Jackson causing him to scream out and flex, as he pulled hard against his restraints. She laughed as she released the button making Jackson fall limp.
“Like that?” she asks laughing.
Again she presses the button sending Jackson into a tense convulsive state. He starts to scream out just as she releases the button again. Sweat pours from Jackson’s body as he hangs limp from his bound wrists.
“Want some more?” she asks.
She presses the button repeatedly this time making Jackson jerk and tense up with each shot of electricity as it surges through his body. She reaches up and pulls the clips from his nipples.
“Let’s try something else.” She says with an evil grin.
She reaches up and unbuckles Jackson’s right wrist. His arm drops limp against his body. She does the same with the left. Jackson falls to the floor exhausted from his electro-torture ordeal. She unbuckles his ankles and grabs the steel bar that is separating his legs. She pulls Jackson across the cold hard floor towards the flat stainless steel table. She pulls him close and drops his legs. She walks around and grabs his hair pulling him up to his knees. She releases his hair and starts to lift him under his arms from behind to put him on the table. Jackson seizes the opportunity and strikes back.
He throws an elbow up at her head and contacts her temple. She staggers back, mostly in shock. Jackson stands wearily and turns to face her. Just as he turns she strikes back with a high roundhouse kick to the temple. There is a loud crack as the heel of her boot makes contact with Jackson’s head. He is sent spinning to the floor. Dazed he starts to get up as fast as he can but she is waiting. As he gets to his knees the lands a perfect kick to his ribs. The pointed toe of her boot instantly cracks two of Jackson’s ribs. He drops to the floor again gasping for air.
“How dare you try that!” She screams at him. “Now I’m going to have to teach you a lesson!”
Jackson tries to stagger to his feet again but she answers with a second blow to the same ribs that she just cracked. Jackson moans in agony as his frame hits the floor again.
“Get up!” She screams. “Don’t lay down on me now!”
Jackson clinches his teeth in anger and pushes himself back up to his knees. This time she holds back and allows him to stagger to his feet. On shaky legs he raises his fists in a fighting posture. She darts in and lands a quick jab directly to his mouth. His lip splits open and blood oozes from the wound. She dances around him gracefully despite wearing 5 inch high heels on her boots. Jackson swings and she easily ducks out of the way. She answers with a quick punch to the gut rocking Jackson’s broken ribs again. Jackson doubles over and spits blood onto the floor. He raise up again and swings wildly. She easily avoids hit strike and lands an open handed slap to the cheek. Jackson is furious now and lunges toward her hoping to grapple her to the ground. She beautifully slides to one side grabbing Jackson’s wrist and easily twisting and throwing him to the ground. Still holding his wrist the doubles it back against itself, puts one knee against his arm, drops to the ground and locks the other leg around Jackson’s neck. She has him in a perfect arm-bar choke hold from which he can never escape. She applies pressure to his elbow and throat. He gags and thrashes wildly as he tries to escape her grasp.