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She went past Flynn and he heard a sink running for a while, then she returned, clean of blood, set the chair behind the next man, sat and took his clipboard, cleared her throat and read, "Joseph Gaines! 19 years old! Six feet two inches! Hair blond! Eyes hazel green! Crimes! Sedition! One! War Crimes! Twenty!" Joseph Gaines heard her flip the page but did not flinch or make any noise but fast, deep breaths. "Detailed! Sedition! Infantry! War Crimes! Suspect stabbed to death twenty female prisoners of war left hand-cuffed in his care during the Battle of Denver! Oh, well this just happened not too long ago, huh?!"
She looked over at him as he spoke, "I only wish it could have been twenty-one." He was a baritone.
There was silence in the dungeon for five seconds. Joseph Gaines did not gulp or attempt to look at her, only stared straight ahead at the wall. He looked up. There was a light switch above him. He blinked back down. "Really?" she asked.
"You're Goddamned right!" he muttered.
She smirked and shook her head with a little laugh, stood and leaned over him. He wouldn't meet her eyes so she yanked his head up and he glared at her. She wasn't glaring at him, just staring simply. "I was going to stab you twenty times, but now I'm going to stab you twenty-one times!" He scrunched up his nose a little and swallowed. He didn't look away. She arched an eyebrow and smiled. "Do you wish you could have stabbed twenty-two?" He sighed and did not open his mouth, his eyes unflinching. "I didn't think so. You're very brave, Joseph Gaines. I can see it. But don't worry. I'll take that away."
She let his head flop down and stood, went past Flynn, and Joseph Gaines listened to metal rattling, tinkling. Then at last he heard her padding back and she knelt before him again with a stainless steel bowl. In the bowl were a bunch of needles. She held one up and it was about five inches long. There were bright barbs like fish hooks all over its shaft. The tip was shaped like a little arrowhead. The hilt was a horizontal crossguard about two and a half inches long. A single tear dripped form Joseph Gaines's left eye. Then one dripped from his right and he blinked up to her. She was smiling and winked. "I've got a lot more than twenty-one. You mouth off again and the number goes up. I think you know full well where I'm going to stab you."
His mouth didn't seize up. His breathing remained fast and deep but steady. Joseph Gaines was quite brave. He only wept calmly as she disappeared with the bowl of needles. "I can't stress this enough, Joseph!" she said as she sat behind him. "You saw how much Mr. Edmundson and maybe Mr. Partsch suffered, right? You at least heard their suffering?" He didn't answer. "You maybe think I'm just trying to scare you, but I'm telling the truth. You're about to feel much worse pain than they!" She heard him gulp. His breaths shivered through his nose. "The same kind of pain, but the intensity, the level of it! It's going to be far beyond anything you could ever have imagined was possible! You know how it feels to take a full-force kick to the balls? Well imagine that level of agony multiplied by a billion! Then!" She reached around the front of his left thigh, under his belly, and grasped his cock and balls and pulled them forward. "Add fire to the mix!"
Joseph Gaines grunted hard and blasted a fat jet of shit across the floor. Cassandra remained clean because she was sitting to his left side. His genitals remained clean because she held them forward under him. When he was done, he strained again, but his bowels were empty. She snorted laughter and leaned around to see him, but he wouldn't look at her. "I do hope that wasn't meant for me." He didn't move. "I knew you were going to try that, Joe! I've done this a few times, as I'm sure you can tell! You don't mind if I call you 'Joe,' do ya?" He didn't answer.
She laughed through her nose, let his genitals go, stood and a moment later he felt warm water rinsing him. Then he heard the hose hit the floor and her ass mash into the chair. "Now keep in mind that uh...after I've stabbed your balls twenty-one times, Joe? I'll have to remove the needles!" She suddenly squealed. "Ooh!! I just love the way they rip back out!"
"FUCK YOU!!!!" he thundered.
She waited for the seven echoes to die away. "Fuck me? No, you fuck these needles! But anyway you didn't let me finish! Before I rip them back out? Joseph?" He didn't answer. "Joseph? I'm going to run fifty thousand volts through each needle!"
Joseph Gaines finally burst into tears, great heaving sobs of them. She laughed brightly. "There he is! Joseph Gaines, ladies and germs! A fucking pussy pretending to be a man!" He heard the needles tinkle in the bowl. "Now, don't worry! There's very little amperage involved! More than about five amps would stop your heart!" She grabbed his sack and bunched his balls at the bottom. He felt the tip of a needle touch his left ball. "We wouldn't want that!" He felt it turning around against his sack and clenched his teeth. "See, a bolt of lightning has about one billion volts of electricity and anywhere from five thousand to fifty thousand amps!" The spinning of the arrowhead continued and he clenched his eyes shut. He felt blood streaming over his sack. "That would kill you, but if I reduce the amps to two milliamps? Two thousandths of one amp? Then the electricity is just there to hurt! So your heart won't stop, but you'll want it to!" She was almost singing with happiness. "You can think of it as static electricity on steroids!"
"Hey," Flynn said. She looked up. "Shouldn't we use earplugs?"
She smiled and shook her head. "You won't need them." She turned back to Joseph Gaines, who did not bother to look around for her. "I was going to say, Joe, that no one in this punishment cell is gong to need earplugs because the pain is so impossibly tremendous. I mean, based on my observations? That you won't be able to breathe while the current is on! So because of that, I'll only leave it on for forty-five seconds at a time! Then I'll let you catch your breath!"
Joseph Gaines barked, "FUCK you and die!"
"No, Joe. Fuck you! And your balls are about to die!" The tip of the arrowhead pressed through his sack into his left testicle and he grunted, almost shouted, and panted fast through his nose as she turned the needle back and forth, pushing it deeper. Each fishhook plucked through his testicular wall and his grunting rose in pitch, his writhing hastening, strengthening, rattling his shackles. She grinned and laughed a little as she felt the tip stop against the other side of his testicle. She turned his ball so she could see his tunica bulging at a tiny spot, like a pimple, beneath his scrotum. His tunica was stretching and Joseph Gaines was growling in falsetto now, pissed straight down into the drain, and she spun the arrowhead back and forth against his testicular wall all the while his bladder released. By the time it was empty, he was whimpering in fast in-and-out pants and his voice had taken on a pleading air. She shoved the needle through and he shrieked as his left ball was punctured from side to side. The needle was still inside his scrotum. She turned his ball back to the other one and held them tight together, then said, "Scream for me!" and shoved it through the left side of his right ball's tunica.
Joseph Gaines bellowed in equal parts agony and rage. She turned the needle back and forth and he whimpered into a full-voiced howl, "FUCK YOU GODD-AAAGGHHHHH!!!!" She shoved the needle all the way through his right testicle, fishhooks plucking through, and it sliced out the other side of his scrotum. His scream quickly subsided to growling moans.
"I'm sorry. What you were saying?" she asked as she took another needle from the bowl, and set the point against his left ball near the bottom.
He whimpered and said, "Can't you stop?" Then he shrieked loud and raucous like a parrot as she shoved it all the way through, up and to the right, through both walls of both his nuts, out the upper right side of his right one. His whimper shivered down into a blubbering belch and snot dangled from his nose.
"I could but I'm not going to." He screeched like a parrot on fire as a third needle plucked its way through his right ball then his left, up and to the left. She turned it back and forth and he gasped whining yipes, lifting his face to the ceiling. His chains were jingling. "So are you sorry yet that you stabbed those prisoners?"
He sobbed, "Yehehehehessss!!" then screamed as a fourth needle sliced its way through the back of his right ball and out the front.
Each needle sliced the same exquisite agony as a full-force knee blossoming into his belly and Joseph Gaines screamed louder, higher, his voice tearing like falsetto cloth. By the twelfth needle, he was sobbing in rolling undulations of agony. He managed to blither, "Ppplease! Pll-lease jusst..." his throat seized, "cccut 'em off! Pppplease!"
She grinned and slowly spun the thirteenth needle as it cut through his sack and then popped through his tunica and he panted full chest-voiced wails in a ragged, raging soprano as she slowly pushed it deeper. He couldn't feel anything inside his ball, but each fishhook plucked in with a slice across the same hole. Then he felt the tip against the inside of the wall and his wails cut off. She heard snot blast into the drain and then he opened his mouth and drew in a deep, quaking breath of sobs. She popped the tip through the wall and out his sack and he blew out a bright howl warbling like a siren for two seconds, then dwindling to a kitten's mewl.
"Eight to go!" His heaving fluttered up in whimpers of despair and he felt the next arrowhead spinning lightly against his left ball. He stammered, "Nnoo!! Nnnnoooo!!" She stabbed it through the center from front to back and Flynn heard, in the instant before Joseph Gaines roared, the juicy punch-punch of the needle through his testicular walls. It reminded him of a fruit with a thick rind. Joseph Gaines's roar shot up like the screech of a bottle rocket and shut off at the top.
When she finished with the twentieth needle, Joseph Gaines's ballsack was a crimson pin-cushion trickling into the drain, needles sticking out in all directions, and Flynn could see goosebumps on Gaines's ass and thighs. "Here comes Number 21, Joe!" she shouted over his squealing. "I'm gonna stab this one through your epididymises! That's this part right here!" and she pinched his right epididymis. He gasped through his teeth. "This one's gonna hurt the most! It's like threading worms onto a hook! Maybe next time keep your mouth shut in your position!"
She spun the tip against the top of his right ball until it sliced through the sack, then gently pressed it against his epididymis, squeezed his nuts tight together, then slowly sliced it in and Joseph Gaines didn't scream. He gasped and then held his breath, bucking, rocking up and down in his sling as if he were humping someone, and that was the agony boiling all over him, twisting and squeezing, pounding up, up higher in his guts. She turned the needle and the hooks plucked away at different spots of the hole, punched it through the other side and pressed his left epididymis to the tip. He shook and flexed in rocking waves as it pierced and plucked slowly through. Then she popped it out the other side of his sack at the top and sat up. Her hands were completely covered in blood and she grinned as he quaked up and down as if he were fucking the air. The muscles of his legs and ass were rippling, seizing up.
She reached under and stroked her hand against the underside of his sling and smiled back to Flynn. "I can actually feel the pain moving in him!" She sat up and patted his ass, left a smeared handprint, and stood, walked between his cage and the next man's, and returned with a bundle of small wires. They trailed behind her to a place at the bottom of the wall that Flynn couldn't see. She sat and began fastening little clamps to each end of each needle while Joseph Gaines writhed in coughing hitches of breath. When she was done, Gaines had slowly begun breathing more smoothly, slower and deeper.
"Look up, Joe!" He slowly lolled his head up, tears, snot and drool slimed from every hole in his face, and she was sitting on Jessie Edmundson's cage with her finger up at the switch on the wall. "You're probably thinking there's no fucking way in Hell you could possibly hurt worse! But I assure you, what's about to happen will make you think those needles were a kindness!" His lips quivered and he tried to open them, but they wouldn't, so he just shook his head. He looked like a little boy about to be spanked. Her eyes and smile widened and she nodded. "Here's fifty thousand volts for a fourth of a second." She flicked the switch fast up and down and just as fast Joseph Gaines's whole body rose in the sling, an eruption of pain and his eyes and mouth both flew wide and stayed wide as he gazed at nothing over the floor.
She chuckled and walked out behind him, past Flynn and returned before Gaines with a stopwatch and sat. "Ready, sweetie?" Joseph Gaines struggled to suck in a heaving breath, throat tight, and he gulped as he wept up at her. Now his expression was not one of despair or sorrow or regret, but one of reverent fear. She flicked the switch and his head flopped up as far as it would go, his body rose, rose in the sling. He didn't shake or writhe, but vibrated all over and Flynn watched the hairs of his ass and legs stand up straight. There was no sound in the room but Joseph Gaines's shackles jingling.
Cassandra sat and crossed her legs, bobbing her right foot and mocking Gaines's wide eyes with hers. She looked up and said, "God, I wish you could see his facial expression right now! It is fucking priceless! He looks like he's praying for mercy! Not to me but the ceiling!"
Joseph Gaines ejaculated straight down into the drain from a flaccid dick. It was not an orgasm. Flynn actually heard it splatter out of him all in one spurt until it was watery thin. At forty-five seconds, she flicked the switch down and Gaines's head slowly lowered, his body relaxed and his breath moaned long out of him. Then Flynn heard him start whining like a dog and he lolled his head weakly up and wept at her, teeth clenched and lips shuddering. "Oh, boy!" she squealed. "This is the best part, Joe! That's the misery that your balls are pounding up into your gut now! See, you can't feel that until the electricity stops! Until then, all you feel is fiery agony in your balls, but now you get to suffer that awful, grinding misery!" She squealed again and giggled.
Gaines growled, heaved slowly forward and vomited into the drain. He retched and retched, dry-heaving with all his might, coughing, spitting and puking stomach acid. Then his whining resumed and he lolled his head slowly, weakly looking for any kind of mercy he could find from the atrocious wrenching squeeze throughout his belly. He shook in a deep breath and then his head flopped up again with the same expression as she flicked the switch. "Forty-five seconds, Joe! Then you have to feel it nineteen more times!" His lower jaw slanted to the left as his wide, bright white and hazel eyes pleaded at the ceiling or perhaps God beyond the ceiling, for an end to the pain or his life. But neither the ceiling nor God answered.
Forty-five seconds later she flicked the switch down and his head flopped and dangled under him. He had no energy left in him and seemed to Flynn as if he had just died. His ballsack was smoking and the needles were a deep plum red. He retched and growled acid, retched and whined up to her, his whole face glossy from tears, snot, and drool. His lips quivered together and he may have accidentally said it. "Pppppplease!" It was barely a squeak but Flynn heard it.
"Please?" she asked with a smile.
"Cccccan'ttttake...n-mmmore..."
"You can't take anymore?"
He shook his head.
Her smile widened and she said, "Good!" then flicked the switch and his head flopped up with it, eyes and mouth as wide as he could open them, wagging his head slightly side to side, an expression of "No" that meant he could not believe he couldn't die to be at peace. He wanted to go to Hell if meant an end to this, and this was the final abstract thought that would occur to Joseph Gaines for the next fifty-one years of life. This third span of forty-five seconds would destroy all that was left of his sanity.
Flynn scrunched up his nose at the acrid stench of burning flesh, and just then Joseph Gaines's ballsack erupted into flames. They seared out of the needle punctures and licked up his taint. Flynn shook his head in disbelief. At the end of forty-five seconds, she flicked the switch down and Joseph Gaines's head flopped down with it as she walked out, took the hose and sprayed him. The needles hissed as they cooled off. She turned and said, "You know what that means, right?" Flynn shook his head. "The electricity boiled away all the blood in his scrotum and cauterized the wounds. You can't burn something that's wet! There's no blood in there now!"
She returned to Edmundson's cage and Flynn whispered, "Jesus!" as Joseph Gaines flexed stiff and retched hard, gasped and retched again. The only part of his brain that still functioned was his cerebellum, just like Jessie Edmundson's, only involuntary bodily functions, and unfortunately for Gaines, this included nociception, the ability to feel physical sensations. He whined straight at the floor like a dog that has to piss. She gave him about twenty-five seconds, then flicked the switch up and his head flopped up with it, his body flexed taut and the water on his scrotum sizzled into steam. Then black smoke curled up.
For the next 765 seconds, excluding the time she gave him to breathe in between, Joseph Gaines suffered overwhelmingly intolerable, exquisite agony in his balls and overhwelmingly intolerable grinding, gnawing misery in his belly. The only sounds he made were silent breathing, dry-heaves, and mewling whines. For twelve minutes and forty-five seconds fifty thousand volts of electricity cooked his balls from the inside out like a hot dog in a science experiment. They were dead, but his testicular walls just pumped pain on and on, harder and richer, radiant all over his balls, roaring into his bowels when she flicked the switch down. At seven minutes the needles had become bright orange and his flesh was popping and sizzling.
When she flicked the switch up for the last time and his head flopped up, eyes wide and bright bloodshot white, teeth bared wide and jaws askew, his scrotum had been burned black. She uncrossed her legs, rubbed her clit fast and hard and came in a fat spurt splashing over Joseph Gaines's face, hair, and back. She shuddered her eyes closed and Flynn saw her inner thighs and pussy lips rippling. His cock twitched. She moaned through her teeth for twenty seconds, then slowly bucked and rocked as it subsided. She was panting as she flicked the switch off. Joseph Gaines's head flopped beneath him. His eyes and jaws clenched tight as the misery thundered up furiously throughout his belly.
"If there's anything of you left in there, Joe," she purred, "I want you to know that I enjoyed every second of that just as much as you didn't!" She took a deep breath and staggered out behind him, sat heavily in the chair and pulled up the hose, sprayed his sack and the needles hissed loudly for a moment. Gaines puked nothing, then puked harder. She hosed him well, then tossed the nozzle away and tapped the needles, tapped, then pinched them. "Good!" She unclamped all the wires then leaned to her left and said, "Hey, Joe? These needles are not only barbed, they're seared into your flesh! Now I'm going to rip them out! And your testicular walls are still very much alive!"
She held his nuts with her left hand and yanked out the last needle she had inserted, and his epididymises tore out with it. His head flopped up and his breaths rumbled through a tightening throat. She ripped out another and Flynn grunted away from the sound, eyes shut. It sounded like she was ripping leather. Another and another, she yanked with wrenches of her hand, twisting the needles as they tore out of him. Chunks of meat orange and bluish white clung all over each one. Gaines's body quaked and shook vehemently and he squawked once, ragged like a parrot. The last eleven needles she pulled out a little more slowly and Flynn winced at every ripping pluck of a barb tearing his testicles open.
At the last one, Flynn opened his eyes and Gaines's testicles hung like mangled rags from a bloodless sack. She tossed the needle, picked up the razor and burdizzo from behind Jessie Edmundson, sliced the tatters of his scrotum away, then crunched his cords four times each, moving up. His body shivered like his breath and a quiet, low moan rose from him. Nothing more. It lasted until thirty seconds after the last crunch. Then Joseph Gaines's body relaxed in his sling for the final time and his thighs shivered intermittently like his breathing for the next forty minutes. She sliced his ragged tunicas away and dropped them to a dank splash in the drain, then clacked his sack stapled up neatly.
She sat back with a sigh and admired him.
"Miss?"
She turned to the next man, craning his neck to see her.