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Paula's Ordeal
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Paula's Ordeal
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Paula was bound to the trunk of a giant pine tree near
Jackie's father's ranch house. After tying her hands tightly behind
her back, the long rope looped around her body and the tree several
times between her neck and ankles, leaving only her head free to
move.
She was naked. The rough bark of the tree hurt her backside,
but it was nothing to compare with the burning pain in her breasts,
belly and the front of her thighs, which were crisscrossed with
fresh whip marks. She fair skin was broken at many places, and
little streams of blood trickled down from the cuts. A pair of
metal clamps, linked by a small chain, hanged on her delicate rosy
nipples.
Jackie had finally stopped whipping her, but the pain did not
subside. It further intensified when Jackie started to splash salt
water on her lacerated body. Then, holding the chain between the
nipple clamps, Jackie gradually pulled Paula's nipples away from
her torture breasts, till the clamps slid off with two sharp snaps,
causing Paula to gasp for breath in almost unbearable agony.
Jackie was still not done with her. She took one of Paula's
flattened nipples in her hand, and pinched and rolled it until it
recovered its original shape. Then she picked up a razor-sharp
knife, and carefully cut a shallow cross on the tip of the swollen
nipple.
"Let this be a warning to you," she said, while leaving the
same mark of abuse on Paula's other nipple. "If ever I catch you
within ten feet from Billy again, I'm going to tear these little
nipples off with my own hands."
This was a threat that Paula had to take seriously. Jackie was
the daughter of the county sheriff. Her Uncle Phil had just been
elected governor of the state, and her grandfather owned most of
the industry in this part of the state, plus practically all the
news media in the area. There was a saying around town that if
Jesus Christ had appeared in the county, Jackie would have had him
crucified again and got away with it.
Three weeks later, Paula wa bound to the same tree again.
Before the two deputies who had brought her there walked out of
sight, Jackie grabbed a bunch of Paula's pubic hairs and slowly
pulled them out, extracting a fit of painful groans from the
helpless girl.
"That was just for ignoring my advise, you little slut,"
Jackie spat out the words through gritted teeth. "And now, for you
real crime --- don't tell me I didn't warn you before."
Grabbing Paula's right nipple in her left hand, she produced
a knife in the other hand.
Paula was stricken with panic. She twisted her body and fought
against her bonds to no avail. Then in despair, she pleaded
tearfully.
"Please, Jackie, please don't do it. It wasn't me..."
"It doesn't matter, Paula." Jackie interrupted. "I did see you
in Billy's arms, didn't I?"
With these words, she pressed the sharp blade into Paula's
nipple, and slowly moved the knife back and forth to cut deeper and
deeper into the tender and sensitive flesh. Paula screamed at the
top of her lungs, which gradually weakened into continuous moans,
sobs and whimpers.
Jackie was taking her time, apparently experiencing a thrill
from the pain she was inflicting on Paula. When the nipple was
connected to Paula's breast with only a small strip of skin, Jackie
tore it off with a sudden swing of the arm.
Then the incredible pain befell Paula's other nipple. But this
time Jackie took a different approach. She sliced the nipple into
several pieces from the front before finally cutting it off.
Paula did not scream or moan any more. She had lost
consciousness.
She came to as a new wave of pain assaulted her on her right
nipple, or where it had been. She opened her eyes to see a red hot
branding iron pressed against the tip of her breast. Her skin and
flesh sizzled under the impact.
"To stop the bleeding, Paula," Jackie grinned at her and
explained calmly.
Paula passed out again when the branding iron landed on her
other breast.
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