Bloody Abuse 3

Chapter 3:

Wolfsburg Island, Dr. J's private villa. Dr. J's study features a simple and bright Mediterranean style. Large floor-to-ceiling windows bring the azure sea and the subtropical scenery of the island into view, making this natural beauty an integral part of the study's decor.

Complementing this beauty are two living sculptures in the room—two naked girls bound and suspended by intricate rope art. One girl's hands and feet are tied together behind her back, her four legs tucked upside down and suspended high. A rope is tied around her waist, from which hangs a heavy stone. The weight of the stone causes her waist to bend unnaturally, the rope digging deeply into her skin.

Another girl's arms were tied behind her back, dangling from an iron ring on the ceiling. The ropes were pulled tight, forcing her to stand on tiptoe to barely touch the ground with her toes—one foot's toes barely reaching the ground. Her other leg, thigh and ankle, was also tied up with two ropes, her delicate feet raised above her head.

This method of binding and suspending allowed the girl's most intimate parts to be fully displayed, thus possessing a strong erotic appeal.

The girl's breasts were tightly bound with hemp rope, their veins bruised and purple. White fluid flowed from her vagina, trickling down her thighs—clearly, this girl had just been used by Dr. J. Dr.

J, satisfied, donned a robe and comfortably sank into the soft sofa.

Immediately, a coffee table silently moved over. On the ordinary glass tabletop lay a cigar case and smoking paraphernalia, and a freshly mixed Montgomery cocktail.

What was unusual were the table's four legs. Strictly speaking, the table didn't have four legs, but rather two hands and two feet—the delicate, rounded hands and feet of a young girl.

A naked girl, head bowed, hands and knees on the ground, a glass coffee table resting on her back. The tabletop was securely bound to her body with several leather straps. The werewolves of Wolfsburg were clearly very skilled in training female slaves; the girl crawled on the ground swiftly and steadily, the wine in her glass barely swirling. In Dr. J's study, this human coffee table was required to always be by his side, no matter where he was in the spacious study, he could reach for the cigars and wine he needed with a simple reach.

Dr. J picked up the Montgomery on the coffee table. It was a very masculine spirit made with fifteen parts gin and one part spicier, named after the British Field Marshal Montgomery, who loved to drink it before going to war. Enjoying this spirit after appreciating the body of a beautiful girl was undoubtedly most fitting; it particularly enhanced the pleasure a man felt after conquering a woman's body.

Dr. J took a sip of his drink and comfortably propped his legs up on the coffee table.

A clatter followed as cigarette cases and smoking paraphernalia overturned on the floor. The young woman, who had been serving him in this bowed position for an hour, was already extremely tired. A moment of distraction caused her to lose her balance when Dr. J put his feet on the table.

The poor girl turned deathly pale, too afraid to straighten up, and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy: "Please, please forgive me! I'll never do this again!"

She knew Dr. J would not easily forgive such a mistake.

Dr. J's two bodyguards, having heard the commotion, had already rushed in and were standing to one side awaiting his orders.

Dr. J sipped his remaining drink, silently observing the girl enveloped in fear for a long time. Sometimes, tormenting a woman with fear was more interesting than directly using torture.

After a long while, Dr. J finally spoke: "It seems this young lady is spoiled; she's not quite used to kneeling yet."

Turning to his bodyguards, he ordered, "Let her practice here first. I'll teach her a lesson tonight."

The two bodyguards, who were also thugs, immediately obeyed.

In Dr. J's study, the female slave named Wang Lin had already begun her training. Her arms were tightly bound behind her back, and her legs and feet were bound by several ropes. One rope tightly bound her thighs, another her calves, and yet another her ankles. Even her big toes were tightly bound together with thin hemp rope. Of course, binding techniques were indispensable.

Linlin was forced to kneel on the ground, with a sharp-edged triangle iron under her knees. Her beautiful hair was tied to the ceiling with ropes, forcing the girl to kneel with her body upright.

The angle of the triangle iron was as sharp as a knife. The cartilage at her knees lacked the protection of muscle or fat, and the weight of her entire body pressed directly onto the knife-like triangle iron, causing her to feel a truly piercing pain, a pain that pierced her heart.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down the girl's forehead like rain, mingling with her tears of humiliation and dripping to the ground. She desperately wanted to scream, thinking that a sound would alleviate some of the unbearable pain, but two ropes were tied tightly around her mouth, knotted behind her head, preventing her from uttering a sound, only muffled whimpers and moans.

Dr. J, cigar in mouth, propped his feet on the coffee table—a newly replaced human coffee table, of course. He watched the girl struggling in agony with great interest. Bound and suspended in this way, the girl actually had little room to struggle, but it was precisely this slight struggle under extreme restraint that made it all the more sensual.

Dr. J was clearly not satisfied. He stood up, walked to the girl, and held two alligator clippers with sharp serrations. Reaching out, Dr. J grabbed Linlin's left breast. The girl's breasts were small and delicate, but firm and upright, possessing a different kind of charm compared to the large ones. The girl's head, as small as a bud, was only the size of a soybean. Dr. J pinched the girl's head with his fingers, pulled it outwards forcefully, and then released it. Before the head had fully returned to its original shape, Dr. J clamped the alligator clamp onto the girl's tiny head. A groan escaped the girl's throat as her body trembled again. The sharp teeth of the alligator clamp pierced the delicate skin of her head,

and soon, a trickle of bright red blood seeped out, staining the serrated teeth crimson. The girl's head was one of the most delicate, sensitive, and precious parts of her body; how could it endure such torment? Dr. J repeated the process, clamping the alligator clamp onto the girl's other head. Of course, this was only the beginning. Next, Dr. J suspended two iron blocks from the two alligator clamps. The iron blocks slammed down, instantly stretching the girl's tiny head to a centimeter. Especially the head, stretched thin and long, seemed about to be torn off the roof. A few clear tears dripped from the girl's face onto the roof, sliding down. The iron weight hanging from the alligator clamp swayed incessantly, causing the room to tremble. A few tears quickly fell to the ground and disappeared. But the girl's torment wouldn't end soon. She didn't know how long this cruel torture would last, but she knew that even more inhuman cruelty awaited her that night. The study echoed with the tranquil slow movement of the second movement of the New World Symphony, a melody derived from an Indian spiritual, which accentuated the girl's painful groans, making them exceptionally mournful and heart-wrenching. The combination of these sounds was surprisingly harmonious. In the terrifying underground torture chamber of Wolfsburg, a naked girl was suspended on a rack in the center of the room. Linlin's arms were twisted behind her back, and ropes hanging from the pulleys on the rack bound her wrists tightly. The ropes were so tight that she had to strain to stand on tiptoe just to touch the ground. Her arms ached and throbbed with unbearable pain. The girl's head was lowered, her long hair was draped down, covering half of her face, and large beads of sweat dripped from her forehead.

Dr. J approached Linlin, who was struggling helplessly, lifted her chin, and looked into her eyes. The girl knew that any pleas for mercy would be futile, only fueling the thugs' sadistic desires. Half a day of torture had only made her more stubborn; Linlin kept her mouth tightly shut, uttering not a sound.

Dr. J sneered, forcefully shoving the girl's head. He decided to personally indulge his urge to torture the beautiful girl today.

Dr. J selected a long whip from a row hanging on the wall, stepped forward, and tried swinging it. Then, the black leather whip was swung high and lashed fiercely across the girl's bare back.

A

sharp whistling sound, like silk being torn apart, rang out as the whip struck the girl's body.

With a heart-wrenching scream from the girl

, her delicate skin was ripped open cleanly as if razor-sharp, revealing a swollen, red welt on her back. The welt bulged outwards, blood gushing out immediately. The force of the leather whip was immense, shaking even her internal organs, causing her to feel nauseous.

Dr. J approached Linlin from behind, carefully examining the whip marks. The stark contrast between the bright red welts and the girl's fair, delicate skin possessed a unique beauty in the eyes of a sadist.

Dr. J's whipping rhythm was slow; after each lash, he paused briefly to assess the effect on the girl's body. He didn't want her to faint quickly; he wanted to prolong her suffering as much as possible.

The essence of sadism wasn't in the final result, but in fully enjoying the sensual pleasure derived from the act of inflicting pain.

Hah...

Hah...

Dr. J wielded the whip left and right, viciously lashing it at the girl's bare back, buttocks, and long, alluring legs, each lash drawing blood. Linlin was beaten half to death, in excruciating pain, especially the moment the whip whistled through the air and struck her skin; the piercing, excruciating pain was indescribable, something she would never forget.

First came the dull, throbbing pain of the whip striking her body, the impact making her internal organs feel as if they had shifted and churned. Then came the sharp, stabbing pain as the whip tore through her skin, followed by the burning, searing pain of the whip carrying away pieces of skin and droplets of blood. All of this happened in a fleeting instant, but the pain was so intense that it lasted until the next lash.

The poor girl screamed in agony, trying to alleviate the pain of the torture. Her body convulsed and struggled with each lash of the whip. Whipping is the oldest form of torture, with dozens of varieties invented throughout history and across the world. However, due to its ease of use and remarkable effectiveness, the whip has remained a popular method of torture for thousands of years.

Dr. J walked up to Linlin, grabbed her hair, and forced her face up. "Such a beautiful figure, covered in whip marks, will only become more alluring," he thought. "This will teach you a lesson you won't forget."

The girl's face was contorted with unspeakable pain; her once clear eyes now held only despair and venomous hatred.

Dr. J shoved the girl's head forcefully, grinning maliciously as he ordered the thugs, "Wash the girl's wounds properly. It's not a good look to be covered in blood like this."

Two thugs brought a bottle of liquor, went behind the girl, poured the liquor on her back, and then smeared it on her whip-bruised back. The girl immediately let out a bloodcurdling scream, feeling excruciating pain as if her wounds were on fire. She convulsed, struggling in vain.

The liquor mixed with blood flowed down the girl's back, over her long legs, and finally dripped a large puddle onto the ground from her instep to her toes. The excruciating pain of having her skin torn open by the burning alcohol is unimaginable to anyone who hasn't experienced such inhuman torture. Even men would find it difficult to endure such cruelty, let alone a young and delicate girl like

Linlin. She was being tortured to the point of near death, struggling desperately—in reality, being suspended in this binding and hanging method invented by Dr. J, there was little room for struggle left. Because she had been hanging on the rack for so long, the girl's tiptoes could barely support her full weight, making the weight on her arms even heavier. Her shoulder joints throbbed with excruciating pain, her arms felt like they were about to break, and large beads of sweat dripped from her forehead. Linlin's screams had become hoarse; she felt she couldn't take it anymore. She would rather die than endure this torture any longer.

Dr. J grabbed Linlin's hair again, forcing her face upwards. Linlin's long hair was disheveled, clinging to her forehead and face with sweat and tears, her neck throbbing. Dr. J grinned maliciously: "You understand now? There's no room for error here, or I'll make sure you're neither alive nor dead."

Linlin bit her lower lip tightly, enduring unspeakable pain, letting out agonizing screams from between her teeth. Her disheveled hair obscured half her face, which was flushed red, contorted with immense agony.

Releasing Linlin's hair, Dr. J felt unsatisfied; he wanted to try even more severe whipping on the girl. The whips used in whipping were actually quite particular. Different whips were often chosen for different situations. For example, a whip made of tanned cowhide can leave red, swollen welts on the body, but generally won't break the skin and cause bleeding. It's suitable for ritualistic whipping before sadistic activities, producing a good decorative effect, and belongs to this category. A whip made of raw cowhide, on the other hand, can tear the skin open, producing an effect particularly suitable for punitive torture, the pain of which can be unforgettable.

Dr. J wanted to try something special today; he selected a spring whip from the rack on the wall covered with whips. This type of whip is made of soft steel strips wrapped with cowhide strips. The soft steel strips are both hard and elastic, and a single lash is very powerful. Besides tearing the skin deeply like a knife
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the impact can often damage internal organs, beating a person to death. This was an extremely cruel instrument of torture, usually used only when ruthless interrogation was necessary, or when someone was deliberately intended to be beaten to death. But today, Dr. J, on a whim, had used such cruel torture on a delicate nineteen-year-old girl who had committed a minor offense.

Dr. J swung the whip again, lashing Linlin's naked back, buttocks, and legs. The venomous whip continued to lick at the girl's body, leaving bloody welts. After only seven or eight lashes, the girl's back was covered in welts; after a dozen or so, not a single patch of her body was healed. The sounds of Dr. J wielding the whip, the whistling of the whip tearing through the air, and the girl's heart-wrenching screams mingled together in the torture chamber, creating a chilling atmosphere.

The girl's back was crisscrossed with welts, her body covered in gaping wounds, the swollen, blood-red skin grotesquely turned outwards, blood gushing out. Having been hung on the rack for so long, her tiptoes no longer had the strength to support her entire body weight. The ropes dug deep into her wrists, causing excruciating pain in her arms. Stars flashed before her eyes, and her body struggled weakly with each lash of the whip.

Finally, Dr. J stopped. She walked back to the girl who was being beaten half to death. Linlin was in a semi-conscious state, hanging on the rack like a bloody piece of meat in a slaughterhouse. In just half an hour, it was hard to imagine what the girl's once breathtakingly beautiful body looked like. Linlin was beaten black and blue, covered in blood, her head slumped forward weakly, her face pale, breathing heavily, her lips bitten until they bled, and her naked body and slender legs were covered with gruesome whip marks, red and swollen. The once slender, lovely, and charming girl had been tortured beyond recognition.

She had been screaming shrilly at first, but as the torture continued, her screams grew softer and softer, gradually turning into moans, until finally she didn't even have the strength to moan anymore. The girl was tortured to the point of unbearable pain. She felt as if every nerve in her body was exposed, and even the slightest touch or movement would cause waves of pain throughout her body. Through a white veil obscuring her vision, she saw Dr. J approaching, his狰狞 (

zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face close to hers. The girl's head drooped, unresponsive to Dr. J's screams; she had been tortured unconscious.

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