Chapter 32 – Tables Are Turned
Elena struggled against her bonds as Lady Eloise approached with a pair of iron thongs.
"No, please don't. I beg you," screamed Elena as she watched the hard metal pinchers close on the base of her nipple.
"I just love it when they beg us not to hurt them. It adds greatly to our pleasure," said Lady Eloise to her sister Lady Estelle. Lady Eloise adjusted the iron pinchers to grab at the thick base of Elena's bud. Lady Eloise pulled and twisted the thongs to increase Elena's pain. "Such a pity, you have such prominent and attractive nipples. And the slave brand makes your breasts so very exotic and oriental. I know a club in London where men would pay several pounds just to look at them. But after my sister and I are finished, no one will want to look at any part of you."
"It is certainly a capital nipple one that has been sucked by countless men and women," said Lady Estelle approaching with a glowing white-hot iron. "Hold it steady."
There was a loud hiss as the iron touched the breast below the pinchers. Elena screamed her agony to the uncaring dungeon walls. Ludivine struggled helpless in her restraints as the horrible twins burned Elena's nipple off.
"Now you get to eat it," said Lady Eloise taking the detached nipple from the tongs and holding it in front of Elena.
"No, I can't," sobbed Elena.
"You can eat it or I will stick a hot iron in your pussy and burn your insides out," said Lady Eloise.
Lt. Tibbetts loud scream interrupted the proceedings. Zotan and Zahara had fitted a press around the lieutenant's testicles and were in the process of crushing them flat.
"Say goodbye to your balls, Lieutenant," laughed Lady Estelle.
Another heart rendering scream was wrung from the Lieutenant's throat as Zahara tightened the press. The next turn of the screw rendered the Lieutenant unconscious. The two misshapen creatures switched their attention to Captain MacDonald. The Captain struggled in his chains as Zotan fitted in his gonads into the jagged teeth of the press.
"They are such adorable creatures. I love to see them play," said Lady Estelle watching the two begin work on the Captain's testicles. They turned the screw quickly until a loud scream rose from the Captain.
"That's a good girl. Eat your nipple," cooed Lady Eloise pushing the burnt carrion into Elena's mouth. Everyone watched as a sobbing Elena managed to chew and swallow her own flesh.
"Now it's your turn to lose a nipple, Miss Ludivine Townly," announced Lady Estelle.
Ludivine screamed when the crude iron pincher closed on the base of her nipple. Lady Estelle pulled forcefully extending Ludivine's flesh several inches.
"We are going to burn off the end of your tit and you get to eat it," said Lady Estelle approaching with a white-hot iron she had selected from the brazier.
Just as the iron was about to touch Ludivine's flesh, there were two loud gunshots. Everyone turned to see Viscount Robert Chumley standing quietly with a smoking pistol in his hand. Zotan and Zahara lay dead on the floor. Before anyone could move, the Viscount stepped forward to bring the pistol barrel first on the head of Lady Estelle and then of Lady Eloise.
The Viscount moved quickly to release Ludivine from her chains.
"Please remove the pears," begged Ludivine as soon as she was free. She bent over spreading her butt cheeks so that the Viscount could turn the anal pear's handle thereby reducing it's girth to where it could be safely pulled from her anus. Ludivine screamed in pain as the Viscount slowly pulled the large silver ball past her anus. Ludivine fell to the floor spreading her legs.
"This one is equally unbearable," said Ludivine as the Viscount knelt between her legs to remove it. "It feels as if my cunt was going to burst."
"Pears were a favorite of the Inquisition. Estelle and Eloise have read every extant account of the Inquisition's practices. When they were little girls, their father read them to his daughters as bedtime stories. These Pears have tortured countless men and women to the brink of insanity and beyond," said the Viscount placing one hand on Ludivine's pubic mound for leverage as his other grasped the Pear's protruding handle.
Ludivine gave full throat to her agony as the Viscount slowly pulled the Pear from her vagina.
"Viscount, everyone said you were insane," said Ludivine as they removed Elena from her bonds.
"Just a pretense to remain alive. I reasoned that my dear wife and her sister would have me painfully dead unless they thought me amusing. I pretended that my time spent in Mohammed Khan's dungeon had unhinged my mind. Sucking cock, being sodomised by any Arab with a yin for my bottom and swallowing the occasional mouthful of piss or shit was the price of staying alive. My wife and sister-in-law consider people driven mad by maltreatment amusing."
"Hold her still while I remove the Pear from her ass," said Ludivine turning the Pear's handle to decrease its girth.
"Sorry, Elena but this is going to hurt," said Ludivine as she pulled the object from her sister's rectum. Elena's wail of agony echoed off the dungeon walls.
"That felt like my ass was being turned inside out," sobbed Elena.
"One to go," said Ludivine rolling her sister over.
"Viscount, would you please get this thing off my balls," pleaded Captain John MacDonald. "And Tibbetts too, the poor lad has passed out."
"Certainly," said the Viscount leaving Ludivine to unscrew Elena's vaginal Pear then slowly pull it from the screaming girl.
Moments later the four torture victims were free. Lt. Tibbetts quickly revived once his testicles were no longer flattened although he did move quite carefully.
"I don't know how we will ever thank you, Viscount," said Captain MacDonald shaking the Viscount's hand.
"You can thank me by getting me safely back to England out of this heathen land," said the Viscount.
"Let me add my heartfelt thanks to John's," said Lt. Tibbetts. "My gonads want to thank you especially."
"And to express my gratitude if you've ever feeling randy and want a good shag, I'll always be available," said Elena.
"I'd be more than happy to make it a threesome," added Ludivine.
"How do we escape?" asked Captain MacDonald.
"For some months, Major Huntington and I have been secretly acquiring weapons. That's how I got this," said the Viscount referring to the pistol. "Upstairs the guests are leaving. As soon as the last guests depart, we will arm ourselves and attack the guards. We should take them by surprise. We've made a practice of being docile and not giving them any trouble."
"All right, let's chain these two up and gag them," said Ludivine referring to Lady Eloise and Lady Estelle. Lady Estelle had started to moan.
To begin I want to burn off their nipples," said Elena.
"There will be time enough for that later after the castle is ours. We must wait for night fall to escape the city," said the Viscount.
"Agreed, help me," said Ludivine pulling Lady Estelle to her feet then commencing to attach shackles to her wrists and ankles.
"Now we need our clothes, weapons, and a plan of attack," said Lt. Tibbetts recovering his martial ardor.
"They're secure," said Elena locking the shackle on Lady Eloise's ankle.
"Be forewarned that I will return shortly and perform all the hideous tortures on your body that you had planned for mine," whispered Ludivine in Lady Estelle's ear. A gag of filthy rags prevented the twins from crying out.
"Now to take the Palace and make it ours," said Ludivine.
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The struggle for control of the Palace of Sin had been quick and bloody. Years of mistreatment had not inclined the British captives to mercy. Mindful of the countless times they had been sodomised and subjected to various acts of punishment and sexual humiliation for the most minor of offenses. Major Huntington and his men proceeded to dispatch the few guards captured alive in the most painful fashion.
"You will have no need of these where you are going," said the Major as he grasped the gonads of one of the guard officers and proceeded to cut through his scrotum removing his testicles in one swift and terrible act of revenge.
Captain MacDonald and a party stormed into the guard's barracks where most were asleep. The result was a slaughter of the unarmed guards who did not have time to awake let alone arm themselves.
Guards on duty were quietly dispatched using various ruses. Ludivine and Elena appeared drunken and disheveled at the main gate to offer themselves for sex. Ludivine's robe was open displaying her breasts as she staggered toward the close gate and its two guards.
"I want to suck your cock, Commander," announced Ludivine in heavily slurred Arabic. The Commander considered himself handsome. It was not uncommon that whores wandered away from the perversities of the palace looking for a simple fuck.
"Kneel, whore," he commanded putting his hands on Ludivine's shoulders and pushing her to her knees. His second in command imitated his superior pushing Elena to the rough paving stones. The chatted and laughed among themselves as they thrust their cocks into the Townly sisters mouths causing them to occasionally gag.
Ludivine and Elena in spite of their physical ordeal threw themselves into noisily sucking and licking their hairy penis and balls all the while moaning and complementing them on the size of their penis and the firmness of their erection. There loud ministrations covered the sounds of the approaching British officers.
Ludivine was noisily sucking the Gate Commander's cock when Lt. Tibbetts cut his throat from ear to ear.
"Hold him still, Lieutenant. I'm not finished," ordered Ludivine.
As the Lieutenant held the dying Commander upright, Ludivine continued to suck his cock while his carotid artery released a wave of blood that cascaded down his body onto his cock covering Ludivine's hands and face. The scarlet flow reached Ludivine's mouth and mixed with her saliva and his precum. Ludivine orgasmed when she detected the Commander's death rattle. At the moment of his expiration, control of his bladder and bowels was lost. Ludivine calmly swallowed the dying man's urine and semen..
"What was that all about?" asked the Lieutenant amazed at Ludivine's actions.
"I thought it might be my only chance to ever experience such a moment and I wanted to take advantage of it," answered Ludivine wiping blood and other fluids on the dead Commander's robe.
"It was truly a unique experience," said Elena who had followed her sister's example. "His cock stayed hard almost to the very end and what a large amount of seed was released. The contents of his testicles and his bladder warm my belly."
The other British soldiers had made short work of the remaining guards. Once all the guards were dead, the British held a council to plan their escape from Khartoum. As it was approaching daylight on a holy day in which good Muslims were to remain inside and fast, the decision was made to delay until after dark when the exit of such a large party would be less noticeable.
"Good," said Ludivine. "My sister and I have some unfinished business in the lower dungeon. This will permit us to accomplish it at our leisure."
"Mind if I come also? Those are my nuts they were planning to cut off," said Lt. Tibbetts.
"Certainly, you may join us, Lieutenant," said Ludivine. "And you too, Captain MacDonald.
"It would be my pleasure to watch those fiendish whores suffer for all the evil they have done. It is only just,' said Captain Macdonald.
Chapter 33 – Torturing The Twins
"This is truly delicious," said Ludivine between grunts that signified the pleasure her sex was experiencing. Major Huntington was driving his cock into her pussy like a man possessed. Ludivine was on her back with her legs raised perpendicular to her body. Her hands had a firm grasp on the outside of her feet. Each time the Major forced his sizeable prick into her cunt, she pushed her feet into her hands contracting her abdominal muscles. The result was a mutually pleasurable sensation as the walls of her vagina applied pressure along the entire length of the Major's cock. Ludivine groaned and grunted as the lining of her love tunnel filled her mind with erotic sensations.
"You're an excellent fuck. No I would have to say both excellent and exceptional," said the Major responding to the pressure his cock was experiencing. "I would also say, Miss Townly that you've spent considerable time working in a brothel. Only a brothel whore knows that trick," said the Major sweat dripping off his brow. As a man of the world he could appreciate the considerable pressure that the walls of Ludivine vagina were applying to his pounding cock.
"Elena and I worked almost half a year at Mrs. Bromley's English House at Toliara. It was thirty fucks a day, more when an Indiaman made port," said Ludivine exulting in the enjoyment of a good fuck made even more pleasurable by the ear splitting screams of the Chumley sisters. Ludivine found the twins terrible anguish and the resulting cries of pain coupled with piteous pleas for mercy added immeasurably to her enjoyment of intercourse.
A few feet away, Elena and the Viscount were busily engaged in making the exit of the twins from this world as painful as possible. The two experienced torturers were working in a friendly, coordinated fashion exchanging hard won knowledge concerning the optimum methods for maximizing human suffering.
Major Huntington thrust in with all his force grinding his hairy pubic bone against Ludivine's exposed and dangling clit. "I've heard of it and knew Mrs. Bromley when she had a house in Dockside. It was a fine place to spend an afternoon caning the hide off an unwilling doxie. Unlike the more respectable houses, for a few extra quid, you could leave your whore looking liked a skinned rabbit. I heard a rumor that Mrs. Bromley and her idiot son Rodney came to a bad end."
"The rumor is true. Mrs. Bromley's throat was cut from ear to ear. As for Rodney, a vengeful doxie sawed his cock and balls off while she was fucking him."
"Buggers deserved it. Who did the honors?
"I passed my knife across Dora Bromley's neck and held her in my arms until Satan came for her. Elena rode Rodney's prick until the moment he was ready to erupt. At that critical instant she unmanned him in a single stroke much to his surprise. His severed cock remained in her cunt as she climaxed."
"That's capital. Is Toliara where they cut your sex? It is a most wondrous piece of work. Your clit rivals some men's cocks."
"Sir Charles Danby and his wife, Princess Aziza saw to that at Mahajanga. They employed a Chinese surgeon to carve our sex in the fashion of the Manchu courtesans. Sir Charles taking a particular dislike to me, instructed the surgeon to operate without laudanum. My pain was so great I begged for him to kill me. My memory of the knife slowly slicing off my labia is particularly vivid."
"Sir Charles Danby was a patron of Mrs. Bromley and a man known to take his pleasure from the agony of a woman. Still, while your pain must have been great, the result is a sex unequaled in the pleasure it both gives and receives. I had heard of such alterations and how they can make the most modest woman a lustful whore, I had never had the pleasure of observing such a phenomena first hand."
"They create a craving in a woman's sex that cannot be denied. While the pleasure from a single act is much enhanced, it reinforces the need for more of the same."
"The crown should bring these Chinese surgeons to England and let them mutilate all the women's sex in the country. There would not be a happier land under the sun."
"My sister and the Viscount appear to be giving the Lady Eloise and Lady Estelle justice," said Ludivine responding to a particularly loud scream by Lady Estelle.
"Yes, I find the experience of fornication much improved when accompanied by the piteous cries of those evil twins."
Only a few yards away, Viscount Chumley and Elena had carefully maneuvered a small pot of boiling water under the right breast of Lady Estelle. The two ladies were each tightly bound to the identical iron rectangles where hours before Ludivine and Elena had suffered their torture.
An hour ago as a first step in their retribution, Ludivine and Elena had inserted pears in the vaginas of the protesting twosome. Once the pear was forced deep in their pleasure tunnel, the screw was slowly turned expanding the pear to the accompaniment of agonizing cries of pain and tearful requests for mercy. Ludivine and Elena both requested that one of the British soldiers lay on his back with his erection skyward. The two sisters impaled themselves on the vertical erections as they slowly expanded the pear.
Sergeant Major Tilton large hands firmly grasped Ludivine's breasts as she synchronized each descent with a full turn of the Pear's key. Elena, who was similarly impaled, imitated her sister. As the two sat astride the British soldiers, their feet firmly planted on the stone floor, each descent was accompanied by an inhuman scream followed by the most piteous and heart felt cries from Lady Estelle and Lady Eloise for a surcease of their agony.
The former British prisoners of the establishment crowded into the lower secret dungeon to enjoy the prolonged torture of the two women who had shown them no mercy and delighted in their partial castration and the humiliation of being forced to serve the local citizenry as transvestite prostitutes. The British soldiers walked about the dungeon shouting encouragement to Ludivine and Elena as they transformed the twin sisters from imperious rulers of the establishment to broken human beings.
Ludivine recalling the almost unbelievable anguish she had experience when those very same pears had been inserted in her orifices felt thoroughly justified in forcing the smaller pear past the brown pucker of Lady Estelle's anus. To add to her discomfort, she promptly pulled it out then forced its return. She repeated this several times gratified by the loud cries of protest sounded by Lady Estelle.
"I cried and screamed just as you," whispered Ludivine in Estelle's ear. "I felt that same combination of terror and agony as my rectum was invaded."
"Please, I will see that Mohammed Khan rewards you beyond your wildest fantasy," pleaded Lady Estelle.
"I'll go in so far that only the key is visible," said Ludivine ignoring Estelle's offer and pushing the pear deep in her rectum. A British officer by the name of Captain Goddard had replaced Sergeant Major Tilton. He stood quietly beside a screaming Estelle as Ludivine sucked his cock all the while expanding the walls of Lady Estelle's rectum. Captain Goddard availed himself of a long handled iron pincher to bring added pain to Lady Estelle's nipples. Sucking vigorously Ludivine began to slowly turn the small key. Inside Lady Estelle's rectum, the Pear blossomed open, forcing the rectal tissue into an unnatural expansion. With each turn, the screams of Lady Estelle grew louder. As the Pear reached it's maximum girth, Captain Goddard filled Ludivine's mouth with his semen that she greedily swallowed.
Ludivine was pleased to note the large number of British standing about fisting their cock waiting their turn to fuck her and Elena. The torture of the twins would be greatly enhanced by their presence.
"Viscount, I will leave it to you and Elena to finish these two, only sending their souls to Hell when there is not an ounce of pain left in their bodies," said Ludivine having expanded both pears to their maximum.
"It will be our pleasure. For these two have tortured many a man and woman in this place. It is fitting that they suffer their fate here. Ready my dear Elena?" said the Viscount looking down at Elena who was noisily sucking his cock.
"Yes, dear Robert, how would you like to start?" said Elena.
"I could use some souvenirs. Let's remove the flesh from their breasts," replied the Viscount. "It is justified since on many an occasion, I have watched my wife and sister-in-law perform such a separation at the behest of Mohammed Khan. I will employ the same techniques."
That set off an immediate round of cries for mercy from the twin sisters. Ludivine luxuriated in the feelings of having another large cock invade her vagina.
"First we rotate the metal frame to take advantage of Lord Newton's gravity," said the Viscount as he unfastened the bar that held the rectangular metal frame in place. Where the sisters had been vertical for the insertion of the Pears they were now face down toward the floor still a good English yard above the floor. Elena aided the Viscount as the repositioned the women.
"Now that their tits are hanging downward, we provide a cincture at the base of the breast," said the Viscount putting a loop of rawhide around the base of Lady Eloise's breast then drawing it tight.
"Why did you wet the rawhide?" asked Elena.
"It will shrink as it dries," said the Viscount. "This would have been yours and Ludivine's eventual fate. Lady Eloise and Lady Estelle had made a hobby of carefully removing the breast flesh of females. They subject the skin to a process of preservation similar to tanning then they refill the breast with Gutta Percha to reshape it in a life like form. Their collection of preserved breasts and penises are upstairs in their sleeping quarters."
"Here, let me try one," said Elena taking the moistened strand of rawhide from the Viscount and carefully tying it at the very base of Lady Estelle's breasts then drawing it tight while Lady Estelle protested loudly at the pain and begged for mercy.
"Now while we wait for the rawhide to dry, shall we apply the cat to their back side? These Turkish head knots will quickly flay their skin allowing us to examine the underlying musculature. If you have an interest in anatomy, that should be interesting"
"Excellent idea," said Elena taking a powerful swing to land the multi-stranded whip on Lady Estelle's backside. Elena was gratified to see that her initial blow had peeled bloody patches of Lady Estelle's epidermis off on the first blow. Elena stopped to stroke her sex as she contemplated how Lady Estelle's back would look when she was done.
A half hour later, the Viscount called a halt to their efforts. Both women were returned to full consciousness when a bucket of cold salt water was doused on their skinless backs. As the salt crystals found their way into the open cuts, their cries rose to a crescendo. Nearby, Ludivine experienced a powerful orgasm carried onward by the twin's cries of agony.
"Their breasts appear on the edge of bursting," said Elena noting that the four breasts had each expanded to the point that the skin was translucent. Veins and arteries were clearly visible.
"Now we carefully make a small incision right at the rawhide cincture. A straight cut will produce a better result," said the Viscount circling the base of the breast with a razor sharp cutting tool. "The skin will fall off neatly along the cut edge thereby insuring that we can use it for our purpose."
Ludivine was now in the table position mounted from the rear by one of the officers. She watched as Elena and the Viscount carefully maneuvered a small pot of boiling water under shrieking Lady Eloise's breasts. The Viscount used a tongs to adroitly place the tightly expanded orb into the boiling water. An inhuman cry of anguish escaped Lady Eloise's lips.
"Two minutes at most," said the Viscount looking at his pocket watch.
It was a little over one minute when the intact skin of Lady Eloise's breast sluiced off into the pot. The Viscount once again employed the tongs to pluck the separated flesh from the boiling water and gingerly placed it on a nearby table. He flattened the steaming flesh being extra careful to remove any wrinkles.
"When I return to England, I know a skilled harness maker who can create an excellent purse from this," said the Viscount.
"I want your ass, Milady," said the young British officer whose turn with Ludivine had arrived.
"Of course, Lieutenant," said Ludivine reaching back to pull her buttocks apart. Ludivine sighed as she felt the Lieutenant's lips and tongue go to work on her sphincter. Moments later, she grunted as the Lieutenant placed the blunt end of his cock against her sphincter and forced the narrow opening. Ludivine reached back to massage her clit as the Lieutenant crouched over her to deliver strong thrust of her penis into her ass.
"That's all four," said Elena examining the now completely fleshless breasts of the women.
"Yes, that went well. Now we position a bucket of salt brine under each breast and at the instant I cut the rawhide cincture, you immerse the breast in the brine. The effect will be absolutely magnificent," said the Viscount.
Elena was very pleased with the result of the immersion. The effect of the removal of the cincture combined with the salt entering the flayed flesh produced unequalled agony for the two women. The fleshless breast shriveled up as the salt attacked the now defenseless layer of tissue. Both women screamed until they lost their capacity for such action.
"Our time grows short. How shall we finish them?" asked Elena.
"I asked Sergeant Tilton to collect these two large buckets of shit from the soldiers. Once the sergeant explained its intended use, they were eager to contribute," said the Viscount walking to the side of the dungeon to retrieve two wooden buckets of rank shit and piss.
"I will get the funnels,' said Elena quickly discerning the Viscount's intent.
The torture frames were adjusted to a forty-five degree angle. The funnels were inserted in the twin's mouth and India rubber tubes fed into their stomachs. Using ladles, Elena and the Viscount slowly filled each funnel, waited for gravity to do its work then repeated the process until the buckets were empty.
"Lower their heads to the ground. I wish to contribute," said Ludivine.
Moments later, a pain crazed Lady Eloise looked up as Ludivine's sphincter slowly open. Lady Eloise squirmed in horror as the opening grew and large dollops of soft shit fell with a plop in the mouth of the funnel. Ludivine changed her position. The hiss of a strong flow of piss quickly followed. Ludivine smiled as she watched the golden fluid wash the last pieces of turd down the funnel into Lady Eloise's belly.
That night as Ludivine, Elena and the rest of the British quietly rode out of Khartoum, the walls of the Palace of Pleasure's lower dungeon sounded with the plaintive cries of the twins. The Viscount had once again position the women so they were face down above the floor. Their enormous swollen bellies were immersed in a large pot of oil. Under the oil was a small brazier designed to cook with agonizing slowness.
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