She grabbed Karen’s right arm and lifted it into a shackle hanging down from a massive cross beam. She then connected Karen’s left hand and then her feet to some shackles connected to chains lying on the ground.
Traci continued explaining. “When I found the dungeon, I started checking things out and was able to get most of the equipment to operate.”
As she was saying this she was pulling on a rope that was causing the chains to pull Karen into an X shape. She was lifted up so she was equidistant from the ceiling and the floor with about three feet between each. When she was pulled tight and Karen was beginning to groan from the strain, she tied it off. She moved over to some cabinets and set the bag down and looked in it. She found a nice little tit torture device which she took out of the bag and set it on the counter top. She opened the cabinet door and took out an old riding crop that she had oiled and prepped. She went to a crank on the wall and started turning it so that Karen was lowered until her feet were inches off of the ground. Traci locked that crank in place and started turning one next to it that caused Karen to be leaned forward until she was at about a 45 degree angle. She locked that one in place and grabbed an old oak chair and pulled it up to Karen’s left side. She went to the cabinet and picked up one of the tit torture devices that Deb had sent her. It was about six inches in diameter at the base and had four curved bars, each opposite another one, coming up to a small one inch ring at the top about eight inches up from the base. There were four small rods connected to the one inch ring, each opposite another one and connected to a threaded washer with a long screw through it. The screw had a sharp hook at one end and a little barbell looking rod at the other end for turning. At the base, there were four two and a half inch hollow threaded tubes that had a long bolt threaded through it with a very sharp two inch pin at one end and the other end had the barbell rod on it. The threaded washer holding the screw was long enough that it could contain the two inch pin.
Traci went to the chair and sat on it. She told Karen, “You should feel free to scream because no sound can be heard outside of the dungeon.”
Traci disconnected Karen’s nipple chains and pulled her blouse up to her neck. She grabbed the device and put it over Karen’s left tit and held it centered over the tit and flat against her chest. She held it with one hand and began turning the screws on the base with the other. She would turn each screw until the pin touched Karen’s tit. Then she turned each screw two turns and then went to the opposite side of that screw and turned it twice. Then go to the next screw clockwise to that one and turn it twice, then to its opposite and so on. When the pins pierced the skin Karen screamed in pain. She begged Traci to stop, but it did no good. As the pins twisted and screwed further in to the base of her tit, Karen just screamed and begged and screamed some more. When the pins were completely screwed in, Traci turned the top screw until the hook could connect to Karen’s nipple ring.”
Karen was now groaning from the constant pain and had tears streaming down her cheeks and dropping to the floor. She begged, “Please stop Traci, it hurts too bad. I thought you were my friend. Please have mercy.”
Traci told her, “You should be grateful for your nipple rings you know. If you didn’t have them, I would have had to push the hooks through your nipples.”
Traci put the nipple ring over the hook and began turning the screw out. It lifted the nipple and elongated it. The stress that it put on the pins in the base of her tit and on her not quite healed nipples caused Karen to scream in agony again.
Karen again begged, “Please stop…sob…sob…Please…sob…sob…it hurts…sob…sob…Please don’t… AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
When it looked like the nipple couldn’t take any more strain, she turned the screw one more time and quit. She moved the chair to Karen’s right side, got the other tit torture device and repeated the procedure on her right tit. When she was done putting the devices on Karen, she went back to the last crank and unlocked it. She turned the crank in the opposite direction until Karen was leaning at a 45 degree angle with her face up.
Traci again locked the crank, picked up the riding crop and walked over to Karen. She put the handle of the crop in Karen’s mouth and told her, “Hold it for me, won’t you dear. I’m going to whip you with the crop 25 times. If you drop the crop while I am reattaching your chains, I’ll double that to 50.” Traci grabbed the nipple chains and pulled them up individually and attached them to the turning bar on the base screw on the upper part of the base ring. This caused the chain to pull very tight with no slack at all. She repeated the process with the other chain and her clit was pulled extremely tight and was elongated quite a bit. Even though her clit hurt each time Traci connected her chains, it didn’t surpass the pain in her tits. She groaned from the pain, but did not drop the riding crop.
Traci stood back up and took the riding crop out of Karen’s mouth and ordered, “I want you to count and thank me for each swat with the crop. Do you understand slave?”
Karen said quietly through her tears, “Yes Mistress” realizing that that was the right response for a slave to a master or mistress.
Traci swung the crop through the torture device and hit the upper left quadrant of Karen’s right tit. Karen screamed from the pain caused by the strike of the crop, the pull from the four pins in the base of her tit, the nipple ring and from her clit.
Karen forgot to count so Traci told Karen, “That didn’t count because you forgot something slave. Let’s start again.”
She struck Karen again in the same spot with the same results except that when Karen quit screaming she remembered to say, “One, thank you mistress may I have another please.”
Traci said, “Of course you may.” She then swung the crop and hit the upper right quadrant of Karen’s tit.
Karen screamed from the pain and then said, “Two, thank you mistress may I have another please.”
Traci hit the lower right quadrant of her tit and then the lower left, waiting each time for Karen to count and thank her. When she had hit each quadrant three times with the crop, she moved to Karen’s left tit and repeated the process. Karen screamed terribly each time the crop landed. Once each tit had been whipped with the crop 12 times for a total of 24 swats, Traci swung the riding crop down onto Karen’s clit as hard as she could. Karen screamed and passed out.
While Karen was out, Traci unhooked the chains from the tit torture devices and removed them, cleaning each pin with rubbing alcohol to disinfect them. She turned the crank until Karen was upright. Karen’s fish net top and skirt fell down again and Traci reconnected the nipple chains. She lowered her until her feet were touching the ground. She disconnected the ankle shackles and reached into a hidden pocket in her skirt and took out an ammonia capsule. She broke it open under Karen’s nose and she came awake with a groan. Traci waited a minute and then asked her, “Are you able to stand on your own now?”