Water torture Stacy
From Create Your Own Story
“Watertorture!” You yell and turn your words into action.
The strong cultists dressed as Nazi guards drag the screaming Stacy to the middle of the grand hall. There stands a wooden construction that looks like a large doorway without the actual door. In the four corners hang metal shackles which Stacy are restrained too. The result is that she’s spread eagle in all her exposing, helplessness.
“Sharon! Sharon what’s going on! Release me! Please Sharon, Please!” All eyes, both cultist and her friends watch her as she screams for mercy.
Next, two servant slaves dressed in whore’s version of French maid costumes enter the room holding a big plastic bottle containing about five gallons of water and two hoses. They hang the bottle by its handle on a hook attached to the wooden doorway.
Looking at the two hoses you find that one of them has a catheter attached to the end of it. This hose begins at the top of the plastic bottle, over the water level. The end of the other hose is connected to a fat, but short hollow dildo that has an opening where the pisshole should be and featuring a mouth strap. This hose begins at the bottom of the plastic bottle, all the water pressing against its opening.
The two servant slaves kneel down next to Stacy’s spread legs.
“What are you planning to do to me? It’s not too late to stop please Sharon! Ple…” Her pleas stop as you pull a large bowie knife from your belt. Her mouth is still open though in shock and her blue eyes stare at the knife as you approach her.
With the knife you cut through her cheerleader uniform, letting the torn textile fall to the floor.
“Ieehhhhh! Don’t look at me!” Now being naked Stacy’s could know the full meaning of being powerless. All her sensitive, vulnerable spots were on full, humiliating display. The cult members snickered snobbishly at her exposure and sipped their wine. You grab the catheter promoting the two French servants to spread Stacy’s labia apart.
“No don’t touch me there. No!”Stacy focuses every fiber in her well toned body into trying to pull free but flesh never beats metal. Instead she sees you kneel down in front of her pussy and point the catheter at her pisshole.
“No! You cannot do that, its, it’s too cruel!” She says in utter disbelief.
You bring it closer.
“No… you can’t…”
Despite her pleas you began inserting the catheter into Stacy’s urethra. Her hellish screams follow.
“Giaaaahahahahah!” The process is excruciatingly slow and painful for Stacy. Her screams are heard across the room and bring laughter to your fellow Nazis and dreadful terror into the cheerleaders. You take your time with the proceeding, wiggling the catheter around in her pisshole to inflict maximum pain. Stacy’s wide eyed face of terror amuses you and the rest of the Nazis, its as if her eyes are about to plop out of their eye sockets. Her muscles are cringing delightfully from having her pisshole invaded; the pain that shoots through her body is maximum all the time. Her head falls and the cheerleader almost passes out as you stop pushing the catheter in, having decided that its in far enough not to fall back out.
A round of applause follows from your fellow cult members as you step back up and grab the other hose with the hollow dildo at the end. You brush away Stacy’s blond hair from her face and begin pushing the dildo into her mouth. She is too weak to resist but still you need to push with all your strength to get the dildo full inside her. It’s so big it almost spreads her jaw to the point of breaking, her teeth biting into the hard rubber. The dildo isn’t long enough to enter her throat, for the simple reason that it would block out her airway. The pisshole at the head of the dildo works as an airway to keep Stacy breathing.
With everything in place you can finally unclip the little knot that keeps the water from running down the hose. The water runs through the hose into the hollow dildo in Stacy’s mouth and down her windpipe. The dildo went past the point where Stacy had any control on wherever she wanted to swallow or not.
“AAAH, HOO! Take it, drink it all down!” You laugh at her.
The fear in Stacy’s eyes informs you that she’s beginning to fear the possibility of drowning to death as suddenly the water stops. Stacy takes a deep breath through her nose and the flow of water resumes. Stacy surprise is evident in her face, she was expecting more time to breath. The hose is designed to self close from time to time so that the subject might breathe but it will never stay open for long. It’s an harrowing experience to suffocate from begin forced to drink so much water and then getting time to breath only to be choked again. Her body is panicking causing Stacy to fight her metal shackles despite the futility of it all. No matter how hard she struggles Stacy is forced to swallow gallons of water and is now feeling ill because of it. The swallowing motions from her throat is an joy to listen to, water is pumped into her constantly so her throat muscles work frantically on swallowing as much as it can. Water is even starting to drip down her nostrils, possible due to her body forcing her to puke the water back up.
You rub her belly gently. She tries to get away, not liking the attention
“You know, sooner or later you’re going to be forced to piss it out.”
Stacy goes berserk; she throws her head around in denial and protests with muffled screams.
“Why don’t I give you a hand?” You say and begin to press harshly on her strained, well toned belly.
Her bladder must have been at its breaking point because as soon as you begin to press yellow, salty liquid is pissed out through her urethra, into the catheter and flows through the hose. The end result is that Stacy’s urine ends back into the large plastic bottle with the rest of the water. Stacy watches it wide eyed in disgust and disbelief as the water mixes with her urine.
Now Stacy is really fighting her bounds. The urine and water quickly mixes promoting the whole plastic bottle to turn yellow and murky. It looks, and tastes, absolutely putrid. The yellow mixture of piss and water soon enters Stacy’s mouth forcing her to taste the bitter salty piss. She wishes she was dead but in her current position all she can do is swallow, piss and suffer. It’s an endless cycle of humiliation. Stacy is forced to drink the water then piss is back out again into the bottle. All Stacy’s facial muscles spasm in disgust and her teary blue eyes stare of into the distance in defeat.
You receive an standing ovation from the cultist pretending to be Nazis. As you take the applause you see Stacy’s cheerleader friends. The horror in their face makes your pussy wet. The guards force them to watch their friends be humiliated beyond her darkest nightmares. Stacy can still be dragged down further into the darkness of shame so you need to decide wherever you wish to torture her further or go directly to her friends.
