Meat 40 | Rack
Added 2021-12-19 18:41:02 +0000 UTCAfter her quick tour of the boiler room, Meat 40 was dragged into a large room. It contained mostly one thing: a torture rack. But this one had no flat surface to lie on, if instead had rolls covered in spikes. She showed some reluctance, tried to fight and struggle, but the guards were able to force her to lie on it. It required some punching and forcing her arms and legs into position, but it wasn't anything these people had never seen before. The stretched her body to the very limit, they could break anything yet, and laughed as she screamed in pain. They laughed again when she begged them to let her go and laughed once more when she begged them not to leave her there. At the beginning, her stretched muscles made her breathing difficult, but she quickly got used to that. She waited in the dark and hot room in pain. After some time, she couldn't tell how long, her muscles started cramping. The pain came back into her now numbed muscles like the lash from a whip. Sharp, intense pain shot through her body in waves, increasing in intensity and frequency as time passed. On top of that, the spikes dug deeper and deeper into her skin, making any kind of sleep impossible. At first she pissed on the floor, unable to restrain herself anymore. Her screams of agonywitch at first echoed through the area, quickly dies down as her throat got dry and sore. So she stayed on the rack for 2 whole days, without food or water, save for the cum and piss some guards generously gave her on their time off. The only sensation she felt was pain. Or so the guards believed. In reality, her pussy was burning. The masochistic slut that she was loved every moment of her agony and she was wet, oh so wet, down there. The exhaustion from the sleepless nights of torture made her burn with a lost she never felt before. If only she could get relief. Story written by Peter_the_giant
