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move. My heart was racing so badly it felt as though it would jump out of my throat.
    There was a large wooden cupboard against the opposite wall. She opened it and rummaged inside in the red hellish gloom and came back with various instruments that she laid out on a stainless steel table next to me. She was preparing her instruments of torture before commencing. Most of the items were unrecognizable. I looked away, shuddering.
    Finally she withdrew a white surgeon’s coat from the cupboard, undressed completely, and slipped the white coat over her naked body without bothering doing up the buttons. When she moved or bent over, the coat flapped open and I could see her shrunken breasts and the dark fur of her pubic hair. My penis began to strain painfully against the confines of its spiked prison.
    Suddenly she pinched my nipples viciously with both of her thumbs and fore fingers and I yelped in pain.
    “Quiet!” she admonished.
    She pulled on a pair of latex gloves with a clinical snap and I saw her hands move in a white blur in the gloom. At the last moment I caught sight of the needle in her hand. She pierced the needle through my nipple and I screamed in shock and agony. To compound the pain, she dabbed the wound with alcohol that burned like fire and immediately roughly threaded a thick brass ring through the hole she had just made, forcing it into the wound and threading it through my nipple. Blood began to leak down my chest as I writhed with agony, trying to escape the pain.
    “Oh Jesus it hurts!” I screamed in agony.
    “Be still!” she barked, and without pausing, commenced to pierce my other nipple with the same thick needle, followed by alcohol and another thick brass ring that stabbed through the center of my nipple. I screamed again as more blood flowed down my chest. My mind was dazed with pain and tears were running down my cheeks.
    My aunt was watching me again with hooded eyes. The cat watching as her prey squirmed and suffered. The ghost of a smile was back, playing ever so slightly on her thin lips.
    “Your screams are music to my ears,” she said at last. “If we are to continue with these sessions, I shall have to think of other ways to make you scream?”
    Her words excited me beyond measure. I could hardly breathe. My penis strained painfully against its sheath.
    “I am going to untie you now and I want you to go and lie down on the table on your back and put your feet in the stirrups,” Aunt Sophia ordered.
    My body trembled as she undid the straps. “What are you going to do?” I asked weakly, my voice sounding strange to my ears.
    “You’ll see. ”
    I got up onto the medical table and lay down on my back as instructed.
    “Lie on the edge of the table and put your feet in the stirrups,” she commanded.
    I saw two looped leather straps dangling on the edge of chains that were fixed to hooks in the ceiling. I placed my feet in the straps with my legs spread wide open and stared up at the whorish red light. The table was waist-high and hard, covered only with a rubber sheet. My aunt locked my wrists, waist and thighs with metal shackles to the table which I now noticed was made of steel and bolted to the floor. She locked both my ankles to the suspended stirrups so that I could not remove my feet. She moved swiftly as though she had done this many times before. My heart began to beat thunderously in my chest and my mouth was completely dry.
    Then, surprisingly, she took the steel sheath off my painful cock. I gasped as blood flowed painfully back into my penis. My sense of relief was short-lived, however, as she pushed a rubber ball gag into my mouth and buckled its thick leather strap tightly behind my head.
    “That will keep you quiet.”
    I knew that if I tried to scream, no sound would get past the gag. The large rubber ball stretched my mouth uncomfortably wide ope n, my lips stretched taught, my tongue assaulted by the rank horrible taste of rubber. I could barely