a punana; a punana's tit torture II

Just two weeks later, a punana was led back into the same room. Again a punana was naked except for its steel slave collar and high heels. This time its arms were secured behind its back; cuffed at the wrists and with a leather strap pulled tight around its elbows which forced its shoulders back painfully and thrust out its tits. There was a ball-gag in its mouth. Tiffany led a punana by a leash attached to its collar.

a punana glanced around and recognised the members of The Circle plus some Guests from last time and several that it had never seen before. All were seated at tables which surrounded but were some distance from another table in the centre of the room. On this table there was a short plank of wood, about 1” thick, 6” wide and maybe 2’ long, clamped at one edge.

Tiffany led a punana to this side of the table and then said, “Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Could I have one of you men come out here to assist me?”

Immediately, Master Jack jumped to His feet and strode to the table. Tiffany whispered something to Him and He nodded, then stood behind a punana and pushed it down to its knees.

a punana was made to shuffle closer to the table so that its tits were lying on the piece of wood that was clamped to the table. Guessing what was about to happen, a punana tried to shrink away but Master Jack held it firmly with one arm around a punana’s neck. Meanwhile the audience had all stood and moved closer to the table for a better view of a punana’s imminent suffering.

Tiffany moved away for a moment but when She returned, a punana’s worst fears were confirmed as Tiffany was holding a hammer and several nails. a punana shook its head and tried to struggle but Master Jack was too strong. He reached out with His free hand and gripped a punana’s left nipple, pulling it out and pressing it down against the wood.

Tiffany took one of the nails – about 1½” long – and positioned it against a punana’s tit-flesh; just to the left of its stretched out nipple. As a punana watched in horror, Tiffany raised the hammer and struck the nail, driving it through a punana’s quivering tit-meat and into the wood.

Tiffany moved round the table and They repeated the operation on a punana’s right tit. Checking Her handiwork, Tiffany thanked Master Jack and told Him that He no longer needed to hold a punana as it was going nowhere.

He stood back but Tiffany was far from finished. A second nail was driven into a punana’s right tit just to other side of the nipple, with the same on the left tit. Two more followed on each side of each tit; six nails per tit, in total.

By now, a punana was trembling in pain and the tears were flowing freely; considering how much a punana’s tits were hurting, there was very little blood. But still Tiffany was not satisfied. A longer, thicker nail was pressed against a punana’s tit-flesh in a more central position and just behind the nipple. A punana howled into its gag as the nail was driven in, followed by another similar nail in the other tit.

Satisfied, They now released the clamps and pulled a punana to its feet as the audience clapped and cheered Their approval.

a punana was turned around and pushed face down onto the table. as Master Jack held it down, Tiffany fetched some rope and tied it down with its legs spread obscenely wide.

The plank of wood was now sticking up in the air and a punana could only stare up at the ceiling. But suddenly Tiffany came into view holding a box of long matches. With a wicked smile on Her face, She took a match from the box, lit it and disappeared from a punana’s view behind the wooden plank.

The next thing a punana knew was a burning sensation on its pubic mound, accompanied by a sickly burning smell.

She had set fire to a punana’s scant pubic hair – just a well trimmed 1” wide ‘landing strip’!

a punana wiggled and squirmed as Tiffany lit one match after another until She was satisfied that a punana’s mound was completely devoid of hair. And all the time, the laughter and crude comments from the crowd simply added to a punana’s suffering.

a punana next felt the familiar bite of clips being attached to its already stretched inner cunt-lips. Tiffany appeared above the plank and dangled some heavy looking weights so that a punana could see them.

“I hope it’s having fun, slut,” She laughed, “These are heavier than you have ever felt.” She obviously attached the weights and let them dangle because a punana suddenly felt a terrible jerk and pull on its tender cunt-lips. it screamed into its gag but the muffled sound was barely heard above the whoops of approval from the crowd.

From the corner of its bleary eye, a punana then saw a huge syringe in Tiffany’s hand before She again disappeared from its sight.

The prick of the needle, when it came, was nothing compared to the pain a punana was feeling in its nailed tits and its clipped and stretched inner lips and as the needle went in again and again – five injections on each outer lip, a punana had no idea what was happening. A punana had expected something more painful than this but it was experiencing comparatively minor discomfort; perhaps the pain was being masked by a punana’s other agonies.

The injections completed, a punana was untied and pulled up off the table. Once it had stood up and tried to close its legs, some understanding came to a punana. It was difficult for its pain addled mind to rationalise but it felt as if there was a cushion between its thighs.

But a punana was allowed no time to contemplate what had happened as Tiffany attached the leash to its collar and led it a full circuit of the room before taking it to a table where several members of The Circle were seated.

Immediately, They stood and began examining a punana’s tortured tits, making crude comments and congratulating Tiffany on Her handiwork. Sir John delighted in pushing the end of the piece of wood, making it swing and adding to a punana’s agony.

Then They sat and started poking and prodding a punana’s cunt lips, swing the weights hanging from its inner lips and again making appreciative comments.

“How much do they hang down without the weights?” ask Master Joe.

“About 1½,” replied Sir David, “and they stretch to 3” with the weights.”

“Mmmm, we can do better than that, remember flappy?” offered Sir John.

“Agreed, I think we can do at least another inch, if not more.”

“And what about the outer lips, how long will the effects of the saline last?”

So that was what They had done; injected a punana’s fleshy cunt-lips with saline solution to puff them up!

“No more than a few days and then they’ll gradually shrink back to normal,” replied Sir

David.

“Collagen,” suggested Master Joe, “back in England there were a couple of television actresses had collagen injections in their lips. Made the stupid bitches look ridiculous and they very quickly disappeared from the screen. But I’m sure it can be done with cunt-lips; and if it’s not permanent, it’s long lasting.”

“I’ll suggest it to Doc, see what he thinks.”

“Come to think of it,” interjected Sir John, “why not get the bitch’s mouth done at the same time. A blow-job with big thick lips is some experience. And if this slut looks stupid, then who cares?”

They all laughed as a punana had to stand and listen to Them discussing modifying its body… and its face, as if They were talking about a piece of furniture. But, that only emphasised a punana’s low status.

“Have you had any more thoughts about its tits, the polypropylene string implants?” asked Master Joe.

“Well, because it’s a banned procedure, Doc is having trouble sourcing the material, but he may have a contact in Mexico.”

“They tell me anything goes down there.”

“So I believe.”

 “So, is it dangerous, this polypropylene?”

“I think it’s banned because the implanted material may not stop growing and it can’t be controlled, not because it’s dangerous as such. it could end up with 60 inch tits.”

“Not like those silicone implants the Froggies made; used industrial grade silicone and if they ruptured the result was really nasty.”

“Huge tits, inflated cunt and mouth lips… the slut’ll look grotesque by the time we’ve finished. Just another step in its dehumanisation process.” laughed Master Jack.

“And such a pretty thing when it came to us,” smirked Sir John, “just for two weeks wasn’t it? Stupid bitch; as if we were ever going to let it go home to the UK!”   

  

Fresh tears – of shame and humiliation – ran down a punana’s cheeks as it listened to the conversation about it. It was true; a punana had travelled willingly to America, even paying its own airfare, to submit to The Circle; for two weeks as it thought to try to get those submissive fantasies out of its system. But that was… how long ago? Maybe 18 months, and a punana had soon realised its mistake. They would never let it go; it had condemned itself to a lifetime of servitude and abuse as soon as it had set foot off the plane.

“Any of you want to use it now?” asked Tiffany.

“Nah, we’ve all the time in the world with it. Let the guests have it if they want,” replied Sir John and the others agreed.

So Tiffany led a punana to the next table, where two black couples were seated.

“Just its mouth tonight; its cunt and ass are off limits,” instructed Tiffany. And one of the black Gentlemen stood and started unzipping. He was huge; even with the high heels a punana was wearing He towered over it.

Tiffany pushed a punana down to its knees and saying, “Enjoy it and pass it on to the next table when you have finished with it,” She walked off to join the other Circle members.

This Gentleman had a Cock to match His stature; It was huge, very long and very thick and a punana hesitated although it knew perfectly well what was required of it.

“Mouth open and get suckin’, bitch!” ordered the Gentleman.

This was bigger than any Cock a punana had ever had to deal with but it opened its mouth and took in the first few inches. From the corner of its eye, a punana swathe black Lady move and She grabbed its head pushing it onto the Gentleman’s monster Cock.

a punana had deep throated many times but nothing of this size and a punana gagged horribly. But the Lady allowed only a few seconds before pushing again, harder and between Them, after several attempts They pushed enough to force the head of the monster Cock into its throat and the Gentleman began to fuck its throat mercilessly.

Fortunately, He came quite quickly and He shot jet after jet of scalding hot cum straight down into a punana’s stomach. He pulled out and a punana collapsed to the floor, banging the wooden plank and sending waves of fresh agony coursing through its tortured tits.

As the Gentleman pulled a punana back up to its knees, it realised that quite a crowd had gathered to watch its performance. it was made to suck and lick His Cock clean before it was passed to the other black Gentleman sitting at the table.

Fortunately His cock was more of a normal size and a punana was able to service Him with no problem.

The two black Ladies were next and a punana was made to lick and suck Their Pussies until They both orgasmed over a punana’s face.

And so it went on; a punana was passed from table to table and at each one it was required to suck at least one Cock and / or lick a Pussy.

Finally, after visiting every table in the room, a punana was led back to the centre of the room, exhausted and almost out of its mind with pain. Master Jack made it kneel against the table and He used a set of pliers to roughly pull out the nails; using His free hand to cruelly squash its tits to the wood as He did so.

Through tear filled eyes, a punana sees Sir David indicate that the weighted clips should remain. So, it is pulled to its feet and Master Jack whispers that it should thank all the audience.

“Th…thank You, Ladies and Gentlemen, for permitting such a lowly creature as a punana to suffer for Your entertainment.”

And with that, a punana is led staggering from the room and back to the sanctuary of its cage.    

a punana; a punana's tit torture I

a punana was led into the room on the end of a leash attached to its steel slave collar. Holding the leash was Mistress Addison. A punana was naked except for its collar, 5” high heels and a wide leather belt fastened tightly around its waist. its wrists were locked into steel cuffs attached to the belt. A harness type ball gag filled its mouth.

As a punana was led through the room to a raised platform, it glanced around. The members of The Circle were all there together with Their Guests; maybe 40 or 50 people in all.

On the platform a punana was turned to face the crowd and a wooden pole was pushed under its left elbow, behind its back and then under its right elbow. This had the effect of pulling its arms back and restricting its movements. The ends of the pole were hooked onto chains which hung from the ceiling.  

Sir David moved forward and fastened a leather cuff around a punana’s right ankle while Mistress Addison did the same to its left ankle. They pulled its feet apart and tied off the cuffs to roped stretching off to either side of the platform. The chains attached to the wooden pole were then raised so that a punana was made to stand fully upright.

Satisfied with a punana’s position, Sir David moved to the side of the platform and then returned holding a handful of black plastic cable ties. Mistress Addison grabbed a punana’s right nipple and pulled its tit out while Sir David fitted one of the cable ties around the base of the tit and pulled the tie tight, causing a punana to gasp in pain as it watched its tit immediately begin to swell and darken. The Pair repeated the operation on a punana’s left tit before standing back briefly to assess Their work.

Apparently satisfied, They then tightened two more cable ties, evenly spaced, around each, already swollen, tit. And They finished by attaching a clamp on each nipple and hanging heavy weights from each clamp.

By now a punana was moaning into its gag, tears were filling its eyes and its head was bowed. So it did not see as Sir David walked round behind it. He grabbed it hair, pulling its head back up, then He tied a thin rope to its head harness and pulled back more before tying the other end of the rope to a loop on the leather belt round its waist.

a punana now had no choice but to stare out at the watching crowd. And it could hardly see what was happening as Sir David and Mistress Addison bent down. but a punana quickly realised what They were doing as it felt its inner cunt-lips being pulled. And sure enough, weighted clamps were fixed in place, pulling painfully on its already stretched lips. it moaned in pain as further weighted clamps were fixed onto its outer lips.

As Sir David and Mistress Addison rose and stood back there was a round of applause from the watching crowd until Sir David stepped forward and spoke. “Ladies and Gentlemen, our little pain-toy is ready. Please feel free to come up onto the stage and examine it. There is a crop on the table at the back of the stage; feel free to use the crop on a punana. Enjoy the toy!”

Sure enough it was not long before the first group approached. It was Master Joe with another Gentleman who a punana did not recognise and two very attractive Ladies.

“Meet a punana,” said Master Joe, “touch it… feel it, if you want.”

“Where does she come from?” enquired one of the Ladies.

“Well, first of all, a punana is an ‘it’ not a ‘she’. Always remember, a punana is sub-human… sub-animal. it’s not a person, it’s a thing. But to answer your question, it’s from England, although I understand that it is actually Irish or from Irish extraction; I’m not sure which.”

As Master Joe was saying this, He and the other Gentleman were fondling and squeezing a punana’s bound tits. The two Ladies squatted and began to poke and prod at a punana’s cunt-lips and They giggled as They set the weights swinging, causing a punana to flinch in added pain which made the Ladies laugh even more.

“Can we use the crop?” said one of the Ladies as They stood up.

“Of course,” replied Master Joe as He went to get the crop from the table. “I suggest its ass, its thighs or its belly.”

“How many strokes?” asked the Lady as She accepted the crop from Master Joe.

“We decided on 5 per person initially, as there are quite a few here. We want to inflict pain on it, not kill it or seriously injure it. Of course, we can always come back another day and give it a proper working over.”

They moved around behind a punana and it heard the telltale swish followed by the sting of the crop on its ass; surprisingly mild, followed rapidly by another.

“No, no, it needs to be much harder than that. Here, let me show you,” said a female voice.

There was a shuffle of footsteps followed by Swish… Crack! As a much harder stroke landed, followed by four more hard strokes which sent lines of fire burning through a punana’s ass-flesh. 

“Have another go; those first two don’t count,” said Master Joe, presumably to the first Lady.

More footsteps and five strokes hit their target; significantly harder than the Lady’s first two attempts.

The unknown Gentleman took His turn next but He moved round in front of a punana and aimed two at each of a punana’s thighs and a final hard stroke across its belly. Master Joe then finished with five more to its ass before the group moved away, leaving a punana whimpering into its gag and taking slow deep breaths, tears flowing.

A matter of minutes later, another group stepped up onto the stage. And so it went on for the next… how long? It felt like an eternity to a punana as groups and individuals took their turn cropping a punana until its ass, belly and thighs were a mess of vicious stripes.   

Finally, Sir David and Mistress Addison called time, removed the clamps from a punana’s nipples and cunt-lips, cut the cable ties and released a punana from its bonds; at which, a punana collapsed in a snivelling heap on the floor.

“Up!” ordered Mistress Addison.

Slowly a punana dragged itself to its feet and Mistress Addison removed the ball-gag from its mouth.

“Thank the nice people, bitch.”

“Th…thank You all for using a p…punana,” it whimpered.

Sir David suddenly grabbed a handful of a punana’s hair and dragged it off the stage and out of the room to its cage where He locked it in for the night.

In the dull light a punana cradled its tits and examined the nasty bruises where the cable ties had dug into its flesh and it rubbed its body where it had been cropped before making itself as comfortable as possible and sobbed itself to sleep.