Ste Letto
01-27-2003, 9:05 AM
Sorry for the delay. Here is part 3. Let me know if you still like it, and any requests or ideas for the future. I can only try to include them.!
Maurice felt sad to be left alone. He longed for company, any company, even the abusive company of the ladies of the Liberation Army was better than this solitude. The aches and pains he felt were strangely comforting to him, reminding him of the fact that the ladies were there, that he wasn't alone.
When three days had passed without any visits, he was starting to go a little crazy. He was surprised when his cell door opened after all that time, to admit two ladies, not least because this was the first time his neutraliser hadn't been used to paralyse him. The two ladies who entered the room were twin sisters. The girls Hannah and Natasha were 22 years of age, each standing 5ft 6, with shoulder length auburn hair. Each girl wore a black, long sleeved top, black lycra pants and black, flat soled boots.
Maurice stared at the girls, open mouthed. He looked from Hannah to Natsha over and over. He tried to speak, but his vocal cords wouldn't work. This was a deliberate side effect of the food he'd been eating since his arrival. He tried to stand, but his muscles were weak and wobbly. He somehow managed to struggle to his feet as the girls approached him. He swayed unsteadily. He noted that each girl was beautiful, with amused eyes and mocking smiles. Each looked toned and athletic.
Natasha and Hannah each stood to one side of the weakened man. Natasha grasped his left wrist with her left hand, Hannah his right with her right. The two girls smiled to each other, then squeezed, hard, grinding the bones in their firm grasps. Maurice moaned feebly. Natasha raised herself on her left foot, pivoted, raised her right leg from the floor, and slammed the top of her polished boot into Maurice's belly with a sickening thud. Maurice let out a pained wheeze and a huff of air as all the air was knocked from him. His already aching stomach muscles flared with pain. No sooner had Natasha lowered her foot, than Hannah kicked Maurice the same way from the other side. The toe of her boot hit his solar plexus and Murice nearly passed out. Pain shot through his stomach and chest. The tow girls, laughing openly, took turns to kick his stomach to jelly. After ten minutes of this merciless punishment, each girl took her free hand and positioned it on Maurice's elbow. Working in tandem, without the need for words, the girls applied force to Maurices elbows, locking them and forcing him to his knees. He fell heavily, banging his kneecaps painfully, and sending a jolt of pain up into his groin.
With Maurice on his knees, Hannah stepped behind him, keeping hold of his right arm. Adjusting her grip, Natasha passed her sister Maurice's left arm. Hannah ended up holding both arms behind the helpless man. To maximise his immobility and pain, Hannah raised her booted right foot and pressed the deeply treaded toe against the middle of Maurices shoulders, while pulling back on his arms. Maurice felt his joints scream in protest. He thought she was going to dislocate his arms. Hannah knew how much pain he was feeling, and she applied just the right amount of pressure to keep it at maximum. From time to time she would apply a little extra pressure, by pressing more with her foot, or pulling his arms inward just a little more; this meant she could maximise Maurice's discomfort. The neutraliser told her her efforts were successful, and Hannah felt a warm glow in her loin as a result. Hurting men gave her a very pleasant feeling in her belly and loins, and she would often feel quite flushed and even wet as a result. Unseen by Maurice she bit her lip and smiled to feel his pain at her hands.
Natasha smiled to see her sister's flushed face. She shook her head in mock reproach. Standing in front of Maurice, Natasha steadied herself, then raised her knee sharply. Powered by her youthful leg muscles, her shapely knee crashed painfully into Maurice's chin. Natasha felt no pain, but Maurice felt a sharp crack. Pain shot through his jaw, like toothache. He felt tears come to his eyes and feared the girl may have broke his jaw. Natasha meanwhile, had let her foot touch down, then immediately raised her leg again. Once again her knee cracked into Maurice's already paining jaw. This time he felt pain in his whole skull. He felt sick with it and wished he could pass out.
Hannah, still holding his arms, put her foot to the floor. Tash, as Hannah called her sister, stepped back slightly in order to deliver a roundhouse kick to the side of Maurice's head. His head whipped sideways. Tash whooped with joy, then did another to the other side. Maurice's vision dimmed, his world seemed far far away, and he only stayed up because of Hannah holding him up.
Hannah adjusted her grasp, and used Maurice's arms to force him to stand. Tash shook her head in mock pity, seeing a broken man. She smiled to see the bright red marks of her kicks, as well as the tracks of Maurice's tears and his pain wracked face. She drew back her right hand and formed a fist. As Maurice focussed his bleary eyes, slowly returning to the extremely painful real world, Tash punched him on the jaw. Maurice's abused jaw and face were shot full with daggers of pain. His head swayed and wobbled, then slowly came back to upright. Tash danced on her toes, then punched his face again, this time cracking his nose. Maurice felt a brief explosion of pain, then warm wetness. His whole body hurt. Tash punched his stomach, using each hand, over and over; hurting the muscles all the more, and bruising them, sending shockwaves through his already bruised internal organs. Maurice passed out.
When he awoke he felt his whole body aching in protest. His vison was cloudy and distorted. He couldn't think straight or focus. Slowly he worked out where he was. He was in a sitting position, with his legs out in front of him, spread in a V away from his torso. His legs were immobilised by some clamps. His upper body was angled backward at 45 degrees. He couldn't raise his head. He couldn't move his upper body either, and his arms were also fixed in place. He saw a wooden surface above him, and wood to either side. Ahead of him he saw legs in opaque brown tights. The legs were shapely, crossed at the knee, showing taut calves and some thigh. He saw under a short brown miniskirt. The top leg, the right leg, was adorned with a simple, brown leather, penny loafer, which the girl was dangling.
Maurice felt sad to be left alone. He longed for company, any company, even the abusive company of the ladies of the Liberation Army was better than this solitude. The aches and pains he felt were strangely comforting to him, reminding him of the fact that the ladies were there, that he wasn't alone.
When three days had passed without any visits, he was starting to go a little crazy. He was surprised when his cell door opened after all that time, to admit two ladies, not least because this was the first time his neutraliser hadn't been used to paralyse him. The two ladies who entered the room were twin sisters. The girls Hannah and Natasha were 22 years of age, each standing 5ft 6, with shoulder length auburn hair. Each girl wore a black, long sleeved top, black lycra pants and black, flat soled boots.
Maurice stared at the girls, open mouthed. He looked from Hannah to Natsha over and over. He tried to speak, but his vocal cords wouldn't work. This was a deliberate side effect of the food he'd been eating since his arrival. He tried to stand, but his muscles were weak and wobbly. He somehow managed to struggle to his feet as the girls approached him. He swayed unsteadily. He noted that each girl was beautiful, with amused eyes and mocking smiles. Each looked toned and athletic.
Natasha and Hannah each stood to one side of the weakened man. Natasha grasped his left wrist with her left hand, Hannah his right with her right. The two girls smiled to each other, then squeezed, hard, grinding the bones in their firm grasps. Maurice moaned feebly. Natasha raised herself on her left foot, pivoted, raised her right leg from the floor, and slammed the top of her polished boot into Maurice's belly with a sickening thud. Maurice let out a pained wheeze and a huff of air as all the air was knocked from him. His already aching stomach muscles flared with pain. No sooner had Natasha lowered her foot, than Hannah kicked Maurice the same way from the other side. The toe of her boot hit his solar plexus and Murice nearly passed out. Pain shot through his stomach and chest. The tow girls, laughing openly, took turns to kick his stomach to jelly. After ten minutes of this merciless punishment, each girl took her free hand and positioned it on Maurice's elbow. Working in tandem, without the need for words, the girls applied force to Maurices elbows, locking them and forcing him to his knees. He fell heavily, banging his kneecaps painfully, and sending a jolt of pain up into his groin.
With Maurice on his knees, Hannah stepped behind him, keeping hold of his right arm. Adjusting her grip, Natasha passed her sister Maurice's left arm. Hannah ended up holding both arms behind the helpless man. To maximise his immobility and pain, Hannah raised her booted right foot and pressed the deeply treaded toe against the middle of Maurices shoulders, while pulling back on his arms. Maurice felt his joints scream in protest. He thought she was going to dislocate his arms. Hannah knew how much pain he was feeling, and she applied just the right amount of pressure to keep it at maximum. From time to time she would apply a little extra pressure, by pressing more with her foot, or pulling his arms inward just a little more; this meant she could maximise Maurice's discomfort. The neutraliser told her her efforts were successful, and Hannah felt a warm glow in her loin as a result. Hurting men gave her a very pleasant feeling in her belly and loins, and she would often feel quite flushed and even wet as a result. Unseen by Maurice she bit her lip and smiled to feel his pain at her hands.
Natasha smiled to see her sister's flushed face. She shook her head in mock reproach. Standing in front of Maurice, Natasha steadied herself, then raised her knee sharply. Powered by her youthful leg muscles, her shapely knee crashed painfully into Maurice's chin. Natasha felt no pain, but Maurice felt a sharp crack. Pain shot through his jaw, like toothache. He felt tears come to his eyes and feared the girl may have broke his jaw. Natasha meanwhile, had let her foot touch down, then immediately raised her leg again. Once again her knee cracked into Maurice's already paining jaw. This time he felt pain in his whole skull. He felt sick with it and wished he could pass out.
Hannah, still holding his arms, put her foot to the floor. Tash, as Hannah called her sister, stepped back slightly in order to deliver a roundhouse kick to the side of Maurice's head. His head whipped sideways. Tash whooped with joy, then did another to the other side. Maurice's vision dimmed, his world seemed far far away, and he only stayed up because of Hannah holding him up.
Hannah adjusted her grasp, and used Maurice's arms to force him to stand. Tash shook her head in mock pity, seeing a broken man. She smiled to see the bright red marks of her kicks, as well as the tracks of Maurice's tears and his pain wracked face. She drew back her right hand and formed a fist. As Maurice focussed his bleary eyes, slowly returning to the extremely painful real world, Tash punched him on the jaw. Maurice's abused jaw and face were shot full with daggers of pain. His head swayed and wobbled, then slowly came back to upright. Tash danced on her toes, then punched his face again, this time cracking his nose. Maurice felt a brief explosion of pain, then warm wetness. His whole body hurt. Tash punched his stomach, using each hand, over and over; hurting the muscles all the more, and bruising them, sending shockwaves through his already bruised internal organs. Maurice passed out.
When he awoke he felt his whole body aching in protest. His vison was cloudy and distorted. He couldn't think straight or focus. Slowly he worked out where he was. He was in a sitting position, with his legs out in front of him, spread in a V away from his torso. His legs were immobilised by some clamps. His upper body was angled backward at 45 degrees. He couldn't raise his head. He couldn't move his upper body either, and his arms were also fixed in place. He saw a wooden surface above him, and wood to either side. Ahead of him he saw legs in opaque brown tights. The legs were shapely, crossed at the knee, showing taut calves and some thigh. He saw under a short brown miniskirt. The top leg, the right leg, was adorned with a simple, brown leather, penny loafer, which the girl was dangling.