{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"9061ba13-be53-41a2-86e1-f504117a8858","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-04-12T16:23:53Z","title":"The Tormentor","slug":"the-tormentor","shortId":"kHwLLunl","authorNote":"This is a fantasy of mine, I hope that you enjoy it and that one day someone will help make it a reality!","disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"The planning is done, it's time to follow through with a truly sadistic task created by a masochist, for herself. It's time to meet her tormentor.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"173994dd-8eca-49d3-a4dc-9e0d9884e8f4","title":null,"summary":"The planning has been lengthy, not the planning so much as the negotiation and the convincing them t","wordCount":3089,"readTime":15,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

The planning has been lengthy, not the planning so much as the negotiation and the convincing them to do this, that I want it, need it and crave it. They say it's kind of insane and I know they are right, I've admitted it right there in our chat log more than once. Part of me wonders what they look like, who they are in \"real life\" but a bigger part of me doesn't need to know, doesn't want to know, that was always part of the fantasy.

We meet in the car park near the woodland and I pay for overnight parking, if I'm a long time I don't want people to come looking for me and I hope they'll think I'm staying at the nearby camp site. If I get a parking ticket, well, it's a small price to pay to finally fulfil this fantasy. They get out of their car and we see each other for the first time, or rather I see them for the first time, they've had plenty of photo's of me for verification and \"payment\" purposes. I didn't mind, I expected to have to pay a price for this even before I paid the real price.

There is small talk on the walk but only a little, they're aware I don't want to know anything about them and mostly we just enjoy the silence and the walk in nature. Once we get off the established tracks it is hard trekking through the woodland but for what we've planned we need somewhere remote, private and anywhere near the tracks just won't cut it.

An hour after we take the path less travelled we start to look for the right tree, it needs to be sturdy with a fairly thick trunk but with a strong branch protruding at about ninety degrees and a meter from the ground. It takes some time, we look at a few options, try them out and then dismiss them until eventually I'm called over, they've found it and it's perfect.

The time has come and I can see they're excited, so am I and it will be impossible for me to hide it in a minute, I can feel how wet it is between my legs, I've had a lot of time to think about what is about to happen now, not just on the walk here but over the many years I've held this fantasy.

Undressing is a little awkward and I feel self conscious which is odd considering all the things I've told this person and all the things they've agreed to do, I can feel their eyes on me though as I undress, folding each item of clothing and leaving them neatly beside a tree a few metres from our tree, finishing with my underwear and bra. Those are brand new and are lovely white lingerie that I'm wearing for the first time, the second time I wear them will be the last, they'll be ruined after that but I'll definitely keep them, as a memento.

I'm nervous as I approach them, I feel very vulnerable and exposed which isn't helped even a little by them pushing their fingers between my pussy lips with no ceremony and then penetrating me, coating their fingers with my excitement. Part of me is mortified but most of me is loving it, they smile and say \"you're ready then\" and I nod blushing, they shake their head, \"No, I need to hear you say it\".

I take a breath, steady myself and say \"I want this, let's do it\".

They help me to straddle the branch, it's perfect, only my toes are touching the floor and I can already feel the rough bark grinding into my splayed sex as I shimmy forward until I am the right distance from the trunk. I watch them unpack their bag, laying down a tray and then methodically removing each item and placing it on top, the final item being the opaque and sterile bag containing the instruments of my torture hidden from my view. It's one of the only parts of the plan that I've relinquished control over, those finer details, that's where the devil is after all.

Surveying the tray I try to work out how much it has cost me, this person is a sadist but they're also a dominant and when they heard my request they decided I needed to pay to get what I craved. Each item was priced up and it would cost me double that price for them to acquire each one. Then there was a cleaning fee to ensure the items were ready and a transport fee to deliver the items to where they were now and of course the obscene pictures they required me to send. When you add on their fee for today, this, what was about to happen, today would cost me in more ways than one but I was willing and ready to pay in them all.

They roll their sleaves up and tie their hair back before retrieving one of the items from the sterile bag along with the accompanying tool and lay them on the branch in front of me, my heart thumps as they get to work. They grip my left pussy lip and pull it out, down and around the branch, it's undignified and painful but they ignore the pained sounds I make as they pick up the sterile nail, position it and then drive it through my labia with the hammer ignoring my scream. The first hit puts the nail cleanly through my lip and into the tree, the next few bury it two inches into the branch. They stand back and enjoy their handiwork, I look down at it too. There is only about an inch of the very long nail still visible with it's large square head on top. My pussy lip is trying to retract and the centimetre or so of flesh is bunched up on the other side of the nail while the rest is held obscenely stretched out, I'm surprised there is very little blood.

While I am still coming to terms with the metal spike through my flesh they are getting to work on the other side, ensuring it is stretched out as far it can be. The pain from that is enough to quicken my breath but what really has my heart racing is the thought of what is coming next. The first was bad but it was easier to be brave when I didn't know what it would feel like, had no idea about the sudden sharp pain as the thick piece of metal forced its way through my flesh, not surgically and cleanly, but with brute unyielding force.

I glance at them as they raise the hammer, they have a look in their eyes, a mixture of concentration and lust. This is a job for them, they're getting paid, but clearly they enjoy their work. I jump as the hammer strikes the nail hearing the sound before I the pain catches up and I scream again, fortunately there is no one but us to hear it, and they live for that sound.

They give me a minute to recover, to process. Or maybe they are just busy preparing my next torment but either way I use the moment to breath, process the pain and glance at the obscenity between my legs. It's kind of pretty, in an absurd sort of way. They signify the rest period is over with a pull of my hair, they aren't finished down there and I need to sit up again to provide them access, I can feel the pull on my secured lips even more keenly in this position.

They hold something up to show me and I squint in the morning sunshine trying to see what it is. It's glass, a small piece of a broken green bottle by the looks of it, wine maybe, clearly something they've found on the walk as it's still got some mud on it. I say nothing, they smile, then they grip my clit hood in some pincers, the kind with two round parts at the end that they use for piercings. They pull it out away from my body and I moan from the pain of it as well as the sensation of the warm air acquainting itself with my exposed clit, I watch them push the piece of glass under my hood and wedge it there between the bark of the branch and my little nub. My eyes widen and I struggle a bit as the glass feels like it's slicing into my clit, the common sense part of my brain is telling me the glass was old and not sharp but who can listen to that part at a time like this?

They watch me struggle with amusement and then meet my eye to say \"Yes?\", I hold their gaze just a moment but there is no point saying anything, it won't change a thing, so I just lower my eyes and watch them position another nail. It's exactly the same in appearance only a little smaller, I don't for a second imagine that means that the next few moments will be any less traumatic for me.

I surprise myself by not screaming this time, it's more of a guttural growling noise that escapes my lips as I screw up my fists and eyes and take the pain. The nail isn't actually as bad as the others, more of a pinching sensation maybe because of the thin skin and smaller nail, but each strike of the hammer feels like they are crushing my clit into the glass and the pain of that brings stars to my eyes for a few moments after each hit, and it takes a few to fully embed the nail.

I'm panting now, and I can feel heat in my body, that one definitely upped the anti and I think they know it too, the shit eating grin spread across their face pretty much gives away how they are feeling. They lean forward and take my left nipple into their mouth, I put my hands behind my back out of their way as they bite down on it with their molars like it's a tough piece of meat, it hurts a lot but...in a good way.

Happy they have sufficiently tenderised the meat they take a handful of hair and a firm grip of my nipple with the pincers and guide me forward until the side of my face is pressed against the tree's trunk. They see my pained expression and the grin is suddenly back as they ask \"How's your clit?\", I don't answer because they know the answer already, the new position means my clit it directly over the little piece of glass and some of my weight is pushing down into them both, it's agony and there is nothing I can do about it. Part of me regrets giving them latitude to tweak the plan, it's a shame that part stayed quiet in the planning stages.

I can't see what they're doing because they've position my head facing the other way, but I certainly feel them stretching my breast around the tree trunk, the bark scratching across the sensitive skin on the inside skin as they pull on it, I moan and yelp helplessly, they aren't gentle and it hurts a lot but gentle wasn't on their resumé, it was never a requirement for the job.

I feel the nail pressed into the side of my nipple and have only a moment to take in a breath before pain explodes out of it as the nail is plunged through my nipple flesh by the force of the hammer, tears stream down my face and it takes all of my willpower not to try and pull my nipple away from the source of the pain as repeated blows force the metal further through my latest extreme piercing and into the trunk of the tree.

My breathing is heavy and ragged now, it's a lot to take and the pain in my nipple has pushed me over a threshold that I hadn't known before, I can feel my mind closing in on itself a little, protecting itself. Time seems to move slower and I feel like I'm swimming in my head as I watch them, I can see everything they are doing this time but the fear and anticipation is dulled, like it's happening to someone else and I am just a spectator. I watch them pull the breast outward with the pincers, stretching it into a weird, unnatural shape. I watch them hold the pincers with the side of their hand while they position the huge looking nail with the fingers of that hand. I watch them glance at my face as they raise the hammer. And I watch the hammer come down and kiss the head of the nail.

In a moment I am very much back in my head, back in my body, back in the moment and howling like a banshee as they watch. After a minute I realise they are masturbating in front of me, my position making it impossible for me to look away as they bring themself to orgasm. I don't say anything but it feels good, watching them get their release from my suffering, it's almost icing on the cake of this experience knowing my pain gave them that pleasure.

They look into my face, close up, then dig a thumbnail into my chin causing me to open my mouth, they split into. It's vile, I want to spit it out but I don't, I swallow it, because I know they want me to.

I can't see them after that, they are moving around behind me and messing with their bag. I hear the rip of duct take and then I feel them tape something to my thigh. Then they are roughly twisting my arms, applying thick leather cuffs to my wrists and fastening the strong buckles. My breath quickens, this is it, this is the last moment to have any hope of changing the outcome, I have to speak up right now.

Then the moment is over with the click of the lock. It's a timer lock with the option to set up to nine hundred and ninety nine hours on it, we talked about setting a range that they would set it to, we agreed twelve hours would be a good maximum. It was summer but anything more than twelve hours would make it the next day and that seemed like a step too far. Despite that I'd been adamant that it was their decision and that I didn't want to know how long they planned to set it for, now though, in this moment, I am hoping they were kind, but I know they weren't.

Suddenly I feel a cuff being wrapped around my left ankle which is pulled from the floor, the leather tightens around my limb before they grab the other ankle and do the same to that, I'm helpless to do anything as my full weight pushes my pussy into the rough bark of the tree and that nasty little piece of glass. They let go of my ankles and I realise I can't being them back down, there is a rope between them going over the branch. I try to turn my head to see them but it's impossible. I beg \"please!, please don't do that!\"

Their answer is the cruellest sound I've ever heard, the sound of their footsteps walking away.

An hour later I'm still pleading \"please, please don't\" but they are long since out of earshot, no one can hear me beg now. I don't realise it but they are on the path by now, their job done, their needs satiated. We agreed after all, they would never come back.

Eventually time ceases to have any meaning to me, my world is only pain. Pain in my nipples and breasts obviously, pain in my crotch that has long since become unbearable, but also the pain in my legs, my arms and my stomach because staying still is difficult but falling off would be so much worse. The daylight disappears but is replaced by a bright moon that enhances my already pale skin, I feel like I must be glowing, an aberration in the woods. My tears have long since run dry and part of me would welcome the release of death now but I know that's not my path, I don't get to escape the suffering because the suffering is my role.

I wake as my arms fall to my sides, I wasn't asleep but I know I wasn't awake either. I was somewhere deep inside myself and my mind feels addled, I'm confused as to where I am for the moments until the sensations of pain seems to rise back into my conscious from every extremity until my head is filled by the torments my body has been enduring for who knows how long. The sun is in the sky again, it's a new day, a second day, they were not kind, but then that is why I chose them.

Remembering my arms are now free I move them, they ache so badly but I'm used to pain by now and it feels like nothing to endure a little more. I flex my arms and my hands trying to bring them back to life, they needed to be fully ready for the next part as does my mind. Which means shaking off the fog, being conscious and taking all of the sensations that come with it, all of the pain.

Feeling ready I feel for the tape on my thigh and gently, slowly peel it away, I feel for the tool that will free me from this torment, terrified of dropping it. Finally I find it and peel it away from the tape gripping it tightly, the most precious thing in the world right now. I slowly, gently transfer it into my other hand and bring it up in front of my face where the sunlight glistens off the blade.

This is where the challenge really begins, everything else has been preamble, foreplay, the build up to the main event because there are only two ways I am leaving this place. Either somebody strays off the path and finds me before I starve to death, or I use this scalpel to free the parts of me that are nailed to the tree. The tool is both my saviour and the real tormentor of this fantasy.

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