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.