Bloody Abuse 2

Chapter 02

contains descriptions of abuse and torture. Those who are averse to this content and minors should not continue.

When Bingbing was dragged into the Wolf Castle's underground torture chamber, her face was deathly pale. The girl knew the thugs were about to subject her to severe torture again.

Wolf Castle was a concentration camp for girls established by Dr. J and a group of sadists on an unnamed deserted island in the ocean, specifically used to imprison, abuse, and torture girls they kidnapped from various places. This group of madmen, who called themselves werewolves, were individuals with a strong aesthetic sense. Their creed was that any process that brought pleasure and enjoyment was a purely aesthetic process. Therefore, for these sadists, abusing young and beautiful girls was like enjoying fine food and wine—a highly aesthetically pleasing pleasure.

Wolfsburg's dozen or so cells held nearly a hundred kidnapped girls. Most were between 18 and 22 years old, the oldest a 32-year-old woman, the youngest a mere 15-year-old innocent girl. Almost every one of them possessed a captivatingly beautiful face and graceful figure, some innocent, some alluring, making it seem as if a beauty pageant was being held.

However, these innocent girls, enslaved as slaves, suffered endless abuse and torture. They were frequently used by the madmen to vent their lust and have their pleasure. Sometimes, the girls were forced to dance and sing naked for hours in front of the sadists, forcing smiles. They were even made to perform with small bells clipped to their heads, feathers glued to their bodies, or shackled and chained. Sometimes, they were tightly bound with ropes into various humiliating poses, hung up for long periods, or tied to props, subjected to all sorts of humiliation and rape by the madmen. Sometimes, they were even used as decorations to adorn various places.

Dr. J had a penchant for hanging two beautiful young girls, carefully bound, in his office while he worked. The sadists called this "living sculpture" and reveled in it, leaving the girls' delicate skin marked with the marks of their tight ropes. The poor girls had to swallow their tears, not wanting to spoil the thugs' fun. If the henchmen showed the slightest displeasure, they would be subjected to all sorts of inhuman torture, and rape in various forms was commonplace.

Bingbing, who had studied dance, was often forced to perform unspeakable dances for the werewolves after being kidnapped to Wolf Castle, either naked or dressed in various erotic costumes, posing provocatively for their amusement. Last night's performance was slightly perfunctory, but it didn't escape Dr. J's discerning eyes. As soon as the performance ended, Bingbing was locked in a solitary dark cell specifically for punishing female slaves who had broken their rules.

With the clanking of chains, Bingbing was dragged, staggering, to Dr. J's feet. The girl was barefoot, shackled and chained, the chain around her neck leading down to handcuffs and leg irons. The heavy chains made it extremely difficult for her to raise her arms or move.

Dr. J grinned maliciously, looking the girl up and down, seemingly considering what kind of torture he would use to torment this girl who ignited his lust. He vaguely remembered that Bingbing had been whipped, bound and suspended behind her back, and electrocuted. Today… Thinking of this, he made up his mind, grinning maliciously at the girl: "Little girl, today I'm going to give you a good training in how to dance.

" Dr. J then gestured to his thugs: "Get the young lady ready, let her be an electric dancer for a while."

Two thugs tightly gripped Bingbing, skillfully removing her shackles and chains, easily stripping her of her clothes, and in a few swift movements, she was completely naked.

The girl was dragged to a rack, where the thugs began to carefully bind her with ropes—one of the most enjoyable and tiresome things for the Wolfsburg thugs. For them, binding girls was a ritualistic and aesthetically important process.

This time, they used a more conventional Japanese method: the girl's hands were first bound behind her back, the rope binding her wrists wrapped around her wrists to the front, passing over her breasts and tightly constricting them, then returning to her back and crossing over again; another rope tightly bound the two ropes together at the groin, making the breasts bulge, then went up to her neck and suspended her wrists behind her back. As the rope tightened, the girl's bound wrists were forced to bend towards her head, with no room to move; another rope was tied around her waist, and yet another rope hooked around the waist rope at her abdomen, tightly constricting her clitoris, then extending over her anus and binding her wrists again behind her back.

The thugs tied her up roughly and tightly, causing Bingbing to cry in pain. The finger-like ropes dug deep into her tender skin, burning and stinging. Her twisted arms throbbed with pain, and the constriction made it difficult for her to breathe.

The thugs placed a specially made low square table under the beam, with an iron plate on top. They dragged Bingbing over and forced her to stand on the table. A rope hanging from a pulley on the beam above her head was tied to the crisscrossing ropes behind her, loosely suspending her above the table. Although she had some room to move, her feet were trapped under the iron plate.

Dr. J watched with keen interest as the girl's bare feet stood on the iron plate. Their full, soft contours, smooth, white skin, the prominent arches, and delicate, rounded ankles, especially the exquisitely delicate toes, stirred an irresistible urge to hold and caress them—feet naturally suited for dance. Thinking of the torture these beautiful feet were about to endure, Dr. J couldn't help but reveal a malicious smile.

The thugs connected the iron plate to the power source. Dr. J walked up to Bingbing, grabbed the girl's hair, and forced her face upwards. He grinned maliciously: "Today I'll make you an electric dancer, to teach you a lesson."

With that, he shoved the girl's head away and ordered the thugs: "Initiate the torture!"

One of the thugs adjusted the voltage to 80 volts and then slammed the switch on.

With

a piercing scream, the girl's feet jerked off the iron plate, only to land back on it immediately. A powerful electric current surged through her body from the soles of her feet. She felt as if she were standing on a red-hot iron plate, or as if countless steel needles were piercing her feet. The pain was unbearable; her whole body convulsed violently, her legs involuntarily hopping up and down. One foot would barely leave the plate before the other landed on it again. The ropes suspending her forced her to jump frantically in that small space.

The poor girl screamed in agony, trying to alleviate the pain of her torture, while panting heavily. Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, face, and body, mingling with her tears of humiliation and dripping onto the iron plate, quickly forming a large puddle at her feet. The pubic hair on her genitals resembled a freshly watered patch of dark grass, wet and glistening with water droplets.

Dr. J and his thugs watched the girl's agonizing struggle with satisfaction, their expressions one of rapture. The girl's firm breasts swayed with each bounce, enhancing the sensation of the torture and arousing the thugs' sadistic desires.

This torture method, invented by Dr. J himself, was extremely vicious, particularly captivating and sensual when used to torment beautiful young girls. It combined the art of rope binding, the girl's graceful nudity, and the painful posture of her being tortured, making it, in the thugs' eyes, like watching a beautiful dance. This torture was one of the representative works of Wolfsburg's torture art, deeply loved by the thugs, and frequently used to torture unfortunate girls.

Seeing the girl's breathing becoming increasingly labored, her face turning deathly pale, and the rhythm of her hopping slowing down, Dr. J ordered the power to be cut off, allowing Bingbing to stand there and catch her breath. He didn't want the girl to faint so quickly; he needed to torture her slowly, prolonging her suffering as much as possible. The physical exertion from this torture even exceeded that of a marathon, not to mention the immense pain and humiliation involved.

The girl's body was already chafed raw by the tightly bound hemp rope as she jumped, blood seeping out droplets. The wounds, rubbed directly by the rope and soaked with sweat, were excruciatingly painful, a pain amplified by the shame of the torture.

Bingbing stood there, panting heavily, moaning intermittently: "Spare...spare...me...I...I'll never do it again." Dr. J grinned maliciously, "

Don't rush me, little girl, the ball has only just begun." Once the girl had caught her breath, Dr. J gestured to the thugs: "Continue the torture ...ah..." The power was switched back on, and the girl was forced to writhe in agony again, screaming shrilly, her legs frantically jumping on the metal plate. The previous scene was repeated. Gradually, the girl's screams grew fainter, turning into painful moans. When the power was switched off and back on again, the voltage had been adjusted to 110 volts. Bingbing was tortured to the point of near death, her face deathly pale, and her body drenched in sweat, making her look as if she had just been pulled from the water. Despite the intense electric shocks radiating from her feet, the girl no longer had the strength to throb as before. Her body struggled, almost too weak to stand, barely managing to stay upright only because of the rope suspending her. Her legs twitched almost instinctively, trying to escape the iron plate, but after lifting them only a few centimeters, they slumped back down. The girl's movements grew slower and slower; stars flashed before her eyes, and she experienced bouts of dizziness. White foam appeared at her mouth, and gradually, even her groans faded, leaving only heavy breathing. Finally, the poor girl could no longer struggle. Her head drooped forward, her body limp, suspended from the pulley of the beam like an animal at the mercy of slaughter. Bingbing had been tortured into unconsciousness.

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