Trial of Tomb Stealer 3
Laura knew that it was too late now for repentance.
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Trial of Tomb Stealer 3
Rokira made hamburgers on the grill, while Javier and Sirban got cases of cold soda from the kitchen.
They were all so hungry that the food quickly disappeared.
After breakfast, Sirban and his friends went to visit Laura.
Once inside the room, a zebra and a calico cat greeted Sirban gladly.
"Benson, how is our thief?" Sirban asked the calico cat.
"She is tough, can endure lots of torment!" Benson exclaimed, his cat face alight with excitement.
With powerful arms the zebra began dragging on the rope until Laura felt something around her tail. She was being dragged again, tail first, across the muddy floor. Then her tail was hoisted into the air. Higher. Higher! No! Not my tail again!
"Vaughn, wait a minute," Sirban smiled. "She does not look painful enough."
"Not enough?" Vaughn mused.
Sirban bent Laura's head to the front of her pussy. "Bring me a rope," he chuckled.
A few minutes later, Laura's head was secured in between her thighs, she was looking at her own secret garden directly and she felt her body broke in two.
A dazzling smile burst over Benson's chubby face. "Fantastic!" he exclaimed. "Now she looks really painful."
When the zebra had hoisted Laura's bound tail to the rafter, she was hanging upside down - sort of - over the blackness of the well. Now her whole body weight was on her tail. The more she struggled, the more painful her tail would feel.
"COWABUNGA!" shouted Vaughn and then released the rope.
Laura quickly took a deep breath of fresh air.
SPLASH!
Laura began to struggle, ignoring the pain on her tail. Her heart began hammering, increasing in intensity and speed, like a bird trapped in a cage. Her throat seared in agony with the rising pressure of trapped air. Head pounding with panic, threatening to explode any second. She gave into the pressure and took a breath of air, only to engulf a gush of water.
Everyone laughed heartily. When Laura stopped struggling, Vaughn pulled her up. "Still thirsty?"
At first Laura heard a low humming in her ears and they felt clogged. It had also become difficult to hear. She began coughing and spluttering.
"She is still thirsty," teased Benson.
Vaughn released the rope again.
Laura began to drink the water again. Fear thrilled through her veins. "I am freezing. When did it get this cold? I wish I could move my body to warm up or wrap a blanket around me. At least I feel no pain, everything is numb. Numb and cold."
Fifteen minutes later, Laura's stomach bulged like a pregnant lady.
"Now use the most painful method to empty her stomach," said Sirban, laughing. "I'll be waiting for you at the hall."
"Will do," replied Vaughn, he had a grim look on his face.
When Laura was dragged into the hall where the king was waiting, her appearance was deathlike, and her look of despair very pitiful. It pleased Sirban to see the hurt look on her face, the tears springing into her eyes. Her stomach was reddish and she uttered a kind of groan.
"Spread her," Sirban told them. He always loved this part. To see the look on the woman's faces as their legs were spread so wide that they feared they'd split up the middle.
Rokira chained Laura's left ankle onto the floor. Meanwhile, Vaughn was lowering down some chains from the ceiling. Benson clicked on a reading light, aiming it directly on Laura's tail hole.
"Ouch! Please stop!" Laura cried when Benson grabbed her right ankle and began to lift up, higher and higher! Finally, her legs became a straight line. Using one of the chains from the ceiling, Vaughn helped Benson to chain Laura's right ankle. Finally, they chained her arms above her head.
Sirban watched Laura, her knees far apart, her sex opened up for his hands and fingers, her legs spread obscenely. Her pudenda was undefended and lay open to attack. Her tail was raised, revealing her anus.
Rokira clicked on the other reading light, aiming it directly on her spread pussy. Sirban saw the humiliation on Laura's face as her pink pussy was brightly illuminated like a famous picture on the wall of a museum. "It's show time!" It glistened with her juices.
Sirban's mouth sought out every possible place on Laura's body that sent signals to her vagina. He licked her breasts, not just little flicks, but large dog-like licks around her entire breast. Then he would breathe on them and the cooler sensation would increase the hardness of her nipples. When he found her nipples with his tongue, they were ready for his touch and taste. He sucked on them until they were hard and firm and elongated, then he nibbled them until she moaned in ecstasy. His hands never stopped moving, they were everywhere on her body, her hips, her abdomen, her breasts, her arms, her neck. She squeezed her eyes shut.
"Beautiful!" Sirban began to giggle. "Alright,call them to come in now."
What now? Laura thought.
Soon, furs flocked into the hall.
"You all can take a device to punish her," said Rokira cheerily.
Laura's eyes opened wide. "NO!"
A cat stood before the torture devices. Every evil thought and blackest purpose lay working at his heart. Finally, he picked up a switch which was connected to the probe.
"The electric current is similar to a car's battery," remarkedVaughn.
The cat smiled and nodded. "That would be great! Can you please open up her back door?" said he, his blue eyes flashing in anticipation.
Laura's eyes were glassy, she turned pale instead of livid, and trembled with a quiver of terror. She could not see and guess what was happening behind her. When her tail hole was parted, she thought that she was going to be gang bang but she was wrong.
The cat holding the probe leant forward and pressed the tip to the puckered hole of Laura's anus. A surprise that she was unable to hide registered on her face.
When the cat withdrew the probe, she stammered a few supplicating words. "Please...stop..."
The cat turned the knob to "2" and then pressed again.
Laura screamed in uncontrolled agony but no sound escaped her lips. She could not even pull her legs together. Her hips did thrust against the probe however as she cum a painful and humiliating orgasm.
"She is enjoying!" said Benson, in surprise.
Sirban nodded. "She must be a pain slut," he said.
Finally, the cat withdrew the probe again.
"Now your front door," said the cat as he turned the knob. "I'll try number 3, no, 5."
"No! I'll die!"
The probe touched the swollen mouth of Laura's vagina, and as she bucked and screamed he pushed it deep into her and held it there for long seconds before removing it. During the process, Laura begged her assailant to kill her, desperate to bring her pain to an end.
"This is just the beginning," said Vaughn, laughing.
Sirban snapped his fingers. "First torture device only, there are other torture devices waiting for you."
"Don't worry, we won't kill you," Benson promised.
Rokira grinned. "You messed with the wrong people."
Laura knew that it was too late now for repentance.
The probe was pressed to Laura's little bud, and every muscle in her body spasmed in response to the electricity. The scream she made sounded barely female fur, and urine spurted from her due to the violent contractions.
"She's fainted," said the cat, laughing.
"Let her rest for a while, we don't need to rush," remarked Rokira.
The end.