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SCREAM TRILOGY
(Kim Hardwick)

"Ow! Holy shit, that hurts!"

He gave me a quick look, acknowledging that I was in pain, and then attached the second.

"Motherfucker!  That's not fucking fair! You're not supposed to use shit like that!"

Giving me the briefest of smiles, while he wandered over to the table where he retrieved the needle nose plier, he said, "I agree with you.  It is not fair at all.  If anything, it's absolutely barbaric.  However, I did warn you, your refusal to provide me with answers was going to result in a truly unpleasant night for you."

Kneeling down in front of my bush and vagina, he carefully stroked the bush and ran his fingers along my vagina.  He must have noticed how moist I was, but didn't say anything.  He stood up and walked to the desk where he now retrieved the acupuncture needles.  

Returning to his kneeling position, he held the pliers with his left hand and gripping my lips with it; he pulled down and quickly stuck five needles into my labia.

Yes, I screamed and I cursed, but I knew it wasn't going to change a thing.  In fact, a look at his eyes and how focused he was, suggested that even if I were to 'spill the beans' so to speak, he would continue with his agenda.  For me, there was to be no cavalry coming to the rescue.  The pain train had left the station and it was an express ride to Hell.

The needles effectively meant I could no longer close my legs (I could, but the pain would be excruciating) or squirm about.  This session was beginning to take on a nightmarish quality.  I realized that I probably would have to toss my friend under the bus.

"Stop it!  Fine, I'll tell you.  It was Kevin, your attorney; he wants to become the trustee to your fortune once you're convicted.  He gave me the info."  God, please let him fall for that.

He stopped in mid stride.  Turning to me, he said, "Kevin?  Are you positive?"

"Yes!  Please no more, no more!"

Making a face, denoting befuddlement, or at worst, amusement, he resumed heading up the stairs.

About ten minutes later, I heard him coming down the stairs.  He was carrying a pail.  The pail had some liquid.

"I was just on the phone with Kevin and he was most shocked; upset.  He's coming over even as I speak.  We'll get down to the bottom of this mystery.  In the meantime, let me help you cool down."  And with that, he flung the contents of the pail over me.  Ice cold water with ice cubes.  

I started to shiver almost immediately; my nipples, already held in place by two mouse traps, became rock hard which increased the dull ache.

"Chloe, I left out one piece of information, regarding Kevin.  He's not coming alone.  I instructed him to go to your parent's home and bring your mother. He was going to give her an excuse to lure her here."  He paused and reached over to the table and picked up a sheet of paper.  He turned back towards me.

"I find sandpaper, coarse grit, to be wonderful to prepare the skin, in particular, the clitoris and labia for further examinations."  

"No! No, no no!"  I had to let him know this was seriously escalating to a stupid level.  I had to put a stop to it.

"Stop?"  He actually stopped.  "But my dear Chloe, if I stop with the proceedings, then I look weak; foolish.  What would your mother think of me?"

Continuing where he left off, "No, I'm afraid that once you failed to turn over your accomplice, you effectively condemned your mother to a night of unspeakable passion and pain.  And in all likelihood, both of you will be sold into slavery with my Romanian connection."

That shocking bit of news triggered hysterical screaming and crying on my part.  He merely looked at me and then began to sand my labia and the hood to my clitoris.

Ten minutes later, I was still sobbing, however, I had stopped screaming.  The pain was total; total and unmitigated in its catastrophic depth.  I was truly fucked, in the Biblical sense.