BLACKMAIL 2 - Extract

 

Julia worked with a precision that the older woman couldn't get what was left of her head wrapped round. How could her friend and PA have got these skills? It didn't make sense. But that wondering, that questioning was getting her through the ordeal of the additional needles being applied. The stocking needles were at their most effective. They were now affecting the whole of Glenda's upper legs and her sexuality. The 'warmth' and the pain had induced the fluid flow from Glenda. Sexual juices oozing from herself. That pleased Julia, to have that level of control, to have that level of decimation that she could apply to Glenda at will. Those thigh needles were affecting the gate and the stance of Glenda, and from her mumbling, and letting out occasional whimpers, it was clear that the pain was affecting the mind of this wholly innocent woman.

Julia used needles that were like hooks next. The nearest comparison one could think of was that they looked like small fishing hooks. Hooks that might be applied to a fishing line and then bait put on them to attract the fish to bite. The only meat put on those hooked needles though was Glenda's flesh. This time Julia got right down between the excellence of Glenda's legs. "Part your feet wide slut, I want to get right inside." Julia pulled up a stool, between the parted feet of Glenda. Parting her feet like that, spreading her legs like that, didn't help alleviate the sharp stinging, spreading pain. If anything her stance made it worse. One might have thought that she would use these small hooked needles to pierce and maybe knit the sex lips together. It was the thing that might be expected if anyone had that sort of mind. It would have added to the 'artwork'. But Julia had never liked acting to type. Or acted or been 'as expected'. Instead she rolled the flesh of the sex lips away, and in towards each other. Rolling the lips away from the groin area exposed the more sensitive, vulnerable flesh. A line of hooks down either side of her sexuality like this were the ideal places to install a 'booster' to the pain that she was getting from those thigh needles.

Glenda groaned, a long wet groan with each of the hooked needles that were threaded in then out of that super soft, succulent and sensitive flesh. It was like a balancing out. The thigh needles causing the body to act in one way. And now these other needles forcing that back the other way. And yet at the same time, the pain increasing in intensity and in cruelty. And there was this cruelty that was almost under the radar. Glenda wasn't being beaten black and blue. Although she had been subjected to a severe facial slapping and beating that very first night. But instead, all of these little points of pain that the needles caused. Julia completing one line of hooks down that one side of the vagina. Her dexterity impressive as she held the roll of the sex lip away and in and as she worked the needles with her free hand. Six of those needles down one side of the vagina and then the sex lip let to roll back onto and apply pressure to the hooks. It was like a self-torture. Somewhere in her mind Glenda would have thought this. That it was her fault that she could feel this pressure to those hooks. The pain of the hooks themselves was bad enough. But if she didn't have such chubby, heavy sex lips, then there wouldn't be the added pressure. There wouldn't be the added pain. It was all her fault.

Every so often, Julia would look up to the face of Glenda as she worked the needles. It was the sadist in her wanting to drink in the sight of another woman suffering so much. God help that Julia would ever have to explain herself. Explain this sadism that she had kept under wraps for so long. She never would be able to. And when she was in her own zone she didn't care either. She took off one set of blood stained latex gloves and put on clean ones so that she could apply the second line of hooks down behind the other sex lip. And as she started that part of her work, Glenda moaned, and ever so slightly she shifted her weight from heel to heel. Already, even the slightest move was causing her an intense amount of pain. Already that effect was like a total effect. Julia liked the way that Glenda's bottom lip quivered. It reminded her of a little girl who was about to be berated or spanked, or worse. In Glenda's case it would always be the 'worse' option.

And that red lipstick always emphasised that trembling lip. And the narrowed eyes, huge but narrowed, showing that she was in an amount of pain. And the line of her impressive, Amazonian torso leading the eyes down to her private area. The area that was in the process of being adorned and decorated with these lethal looking needles. The blood involved giving a brutality and yet that brutality a localised, intense brutality. Julia feeding that second line of hooks onto place and then letting the flesh of the sex lip roll back over the hooks partly but not entirely obscuring them. And with that roll back of the flesh the extended and even more wet moan that came from Glenda. And the roll back of the head, the roll of the eyes in the sockets as she tried to absorb the pain. And the little 'dance' from stiletto to stiletto adding to the living artwork that was Glenda.