She’d be stripped to nothing but the small g-string that she’s wearing in the below photograph. I’d then walk her down a cold stone spiral staircase to a flame lit torture chamber where a large wooden rack would be waiting. I’d quietly and calmly ask her to walk around the rack and run her hands along it and ask her to grasp the roller her self and turn it. Then I’d ask her if she knew what the device was. Then I’d slowly walk over to her and again very quietly and calmly explain that unfortunately I’m a sick mother fucker and that she was there to be tortured. Not just whipped, or burnt with pokers.....but she was going to be stretched on this evil device next to us, to the point that her joints would dislocate, her tendons snap and sinews tear and she’d be inhumanely tortured for 18 hours solid, to the point she was howling animal like howls you wouldn’t imagine could come from a human. I’d explain that she really was in a shit situation as I wasn’t after a confession or I wasn’t trying to extract any information, I was purely a sick and twisted mother fucker that was going to torture her for 18 hours solid, to the point she was an absolute physical wreak, and nothing would stop me, even the loud pops of her joints as she’s savagely stretched beyond recognition. Then I’d look her in the eyes and say ‘I’m sorry.......but we need to make a start’ to which I’d shout ‘guards’ who would enter the room and man handle her kicking and screaming and fasten her to the rack.
Then I’d ask to be left alone and slowly walk around the rack and turn the roller enough to to pull Caitlin’s beautiful body taut and raise her complete body a few inches off the racks bed. Then I’d grab Caitlin’s hair and put my face in her face and say to her that it was quite ironic that she’d spent years crafting her beautiful body but I’d need merely hours to undo her work and stretch every one of her muscles beyond recognition. Then I’d quietly ask her if she’s ready, to which she’d cry and and whimper some incoherent blabber, to which I’d grab her hair and yank her head right back and snarl through gritted teeth ‘are you fucking ready’. Then the stretching would commence and her beautiful body would be gradually stretched way beyond its natural limits. Periodically I’d stop and stand back to admire her concaved stomach and protruding ribs thrusting up and down as she desparetly pants and try’s to beg. Watching the flames of the torches dancing over her glistening body as beads of sweat form and run down her trembling muscular form. Then putting all my body weight on the rollers lever and hearing the ropes start creaking joined by animal like howls coming from Caitlin as her body slowly fails. Then the climax.....a loud pop as her joints fail, followed by a prolonged inhuman howl that echos around the torture chamber. Like I said, no bondage here, just savage medieval cruelty. I’m a sick minded mother I know, but this genuinely gets me going.
*pure fantasy disclaimer*
