Occasionally Jack slapped Laurie on the ass smiling as she squealed and slapped back at the offending hand. They passed what Laurie thought was that dreadful hold, pausing for a second and making the girl sweat profusely. Teri looked at her curiously, then picked up on the girl's mounting terror and shivered. No more. Oh God, no more, Laurie thought to herself, begging God to kill her, now or set her free.
They moved on, down long passageways, down two ladders, finally on to a small green steel room in the bowels of the fetid, rotting barge. It was equipped with rings and other devices Laurie and Teri had since come to know.
"I'm sorry about all this, ma'am," Laurie whispered as the men pushed the two of them in. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here."
Ten opened her mouth, about to speak when the captain struck her backhanded across the mouth, knocking her to her knees. She knelt there, holding her swelling chin, hot tears flowing silently over her injured cheeks as she stared up with glowing hatred.
"I told you both, no talking. You, over there," the captain barked, pointing to Laurie.
She moved quickly, not wanting to offend him any more.
"Put the manacles on her, Jack. We want to make sure they've got a lasting impression of what authority can do around here. And what discipline they learned before will be nothing, nothing," he emphasized with a slap of his hand against his thigh, "to what you bitches will learn today."
"Down on your knees, bitch," Jack growled. He pushed Laurie hard to her knees before she had a chance to react. She looked up at a contraption that hung suspended from the ceiling. It was composed of two parallel, stainless steel bars about two feet long attached with twine. At the end of the four lengths of rope hanging at each end of the two parallel bars were steel rings.
"You little bitch. We're going to give you a lesson, one just as hard as that bigger bitch over there learned when we burned her cunt."
Ted stayed crouched on the floor, cringing when they mentioned her cunt. Laurie looked up, noticing that there were two sets of hinged steel rings, one pair slightly smaller than the other. Jack grabbed her right tit, pulling it up hard and fitting the larger ring around the base of her tit. He clamped it tight, making her scream when her tit swelled and her nipple puckered.
Undaunted by her cry, he pressed on, putting his hands on the second set of rings and bringing them forward. Once more Laurie cried out, feeling the steel squeeze tightly around her puckered flesh. Laurie panted, her eyes wide, the pain throbbing through her tits and into her cunt. She opened her mouth to let out another cry, feeling as if she would faint from the squeezing pain. Just then she let out a fart, something the men found particularly funny.
"Let's make sure she doesn't do that again," the captain cautioned, kicking her in the ass. "I don't want her to smell up the room."
Jack agreed, attaching the rings to the outer set of steel bands closest to her nipples. He then fixed the two parallel bars to a pulley, slipping the rope through it and grabbing hold of the free end. He reached up and tightened his fingers over the line, puffing slowly.
"N-n-n-no!"
Laurie stammered out her objection, arching her spine and rising slowly from the floor as she felt the pressure puffing her tits up. The captain watched, smiling at the fright and agony in the girl's eyes. Teri stood there silent, looking away as the girl's cries became stronger while her tits elongated. Jack was pulling the cord tighter and farther toward himself. Laurie panicked, bending herself backward while her tits became more and more hideously stretched. Her nipples had become pinpoints of pain, throbbing as if hot burning sulfur had dripped on them. Her tits began to stretch to almost twice their normal size. She fatted again, her cunt going into more spasms of pain while more shooting pains raced through her.
The bands became loose in a while. For one brief second Laurie hoped the rings would slip off her tits. But Jack was prepared for all things. He continued to pull on the rope while the Captain walked over and tightened the rings of steel even more firmly. A sharp, throbbing agony arched through the young girl's body, making her scream out more wildly than before. More than once she eyed the lieutenant, hoping Teri would do something – perhaps run for help, anything to distract the men. But she stayed her ground, staring impassively as Laurie endured more agony.
Laurie jerked her head back, opening her mouth again to scream. It was then she realized the captain had pushed Teri up to her. Looking straight ahead, the girl found herself staring straight into the woman's dark cuntal bush – or what there was left of it. The fire had done a good job, burning away much of her hair. But there was still some stubble left, barely covering the reddened flesh and some of the blisters that had begun to develop along her inner thighs.
"Go on, Teri, piss on her. Piss on the slutty brat, just like you want to," the captain snarled, guessing what was on the woman's mind. "She brought you into this, you know. She was the one who did this to you."
"No, no, that's not true! They told me they were going to get you one way or the other!" Laurie protested.
A sharp tug on the rope and a resulting throbbing pain broke off the girl's protest. A wicked smile crossed the woman's face as she squatted down, leaning back against the heavy hands holding her in position. Laurie panicked, about to wriggle away when she felt the first drops of the woman's piss spatter on her face. She couldn't move! The pain in her tits got worse when she moved.
Laurie stood her ground, her mouth open, the lieutenant's piss sloshing around in her mouth, then splashing on her chin and cheeks. She closed her eyes, preventing the acrid-smelling urine from stinging into her eyes. But she could smell the piss around her, smell it as if it were a sick cloud of steam rising around her. For one brief second Laurie wished she were dead. Surely kneeling like this, having her tits stretched so painfully while this woman was pissing on her face and into her mouth was one of the worst things that could happen to a woman! The piss didn't seem to stop, splashing around her mouth, spilling over her teeth, staining her cheeks. She coughed and gagged, the smell it's big to her flared nostrils while the pain throbbing through her stretched tits continued.
By the end of the session Laurie lay face down on the floor, the rings finally having slipped off her tits. She moaned, rubbing her tits over the old moldy carpeting and finding some relief in the soothing sensation. Her hands were still manacled behind her, the steel bands biting into her wounded wrists. Teri was laughing at her, her mocking laugh a torment to the girl.
"It seems that the bitch's gotten a little pissed with this mouthy slut," Jack observed, kicking Laurie lightly in the ribs to see if she stirred.
"Uh, don't… don't do that to me any more," Laurie pleaded.
"She still talks back," the captain observed dryly, scratching his chin and looking thoughtfully at Teri. "It seems she needs another lesson…"
"No, no more lessons, no more… oh please!" Laurie begged.
They dragged Laurie cuffed and sobbing to the pillory, one similar to the one they had entrapped her in earlier. The Captain must have had several of these made, one of his obvious favorites in punishment and torture. There was little trouble in fitting the teen's slender legs through the large holes in the bottom, and once again Laurie found her ass hanging out, opening and closing in mid air. But this time her hands were thrust behind her, making her body swing out more and putting the added pressure on her thighs.
Jack pushed Teri toward the pillory, hoisting her long legs over the top while keeping her supported around the waist. Her dripping pussy was only inches from Laurie's face now that the captain slipped his hands under her ass and shoved her forward.