Richard and Laura spent the rest of the afternoon talking for most of the time. After a short meal that she had prepared, they went back to the livingroom. Instantly, Laura noticed that the videocam had been moved somewhere else. She also remarked that her master’s behavior had somewhat changed a bit. He wasn’t as gentle as before and he didn’t want to discuss anything. A little puzzled, Laura decided to remain silent, not wanting to unplease him.

When they had taken a digestive drink, went to the bathroom and returned to the livingroom, the man became slightly strange in his attitude through her. He didn’t seem patient and he suddenly signalled her to kneel beside him. He put back the dog leash to her collar and simply explain:

- Now, Laura, we have to go back to work!

The young female wondered if it was the twilight that was acting on his mind. Was she close from the truth or not? During the few hours before dusk, Richard made her walk on all fours in every room, beginning to be more rude each time he talked to her. She started to be a little scared, but she tried to hide it from him.

The wall clock rang 9 o’clock. He just said, without any other explanation:

- Ah! it’s time for us to go downstair, Laura.

Laura didn’t know that the cabin had a basement in the first place, but she remained silent, in expectation. He pulled the leash and dragged her to the treshold of a door. He opened it and a dark rectangular appeared. She just saw the beginning of a stairway going down and he ordered her:

- Let’s go, Laura, we don’t have all evening…

The girl tried to stand up to walk the stairs, but he quickly hit her buttocks with the leash, almost screaming:

- Since when dogs get down on a stairway on two legs?

- But Master, I risk falling…

- Shut up, slave! he cut her. Get on your hands and knees and start descending! You’ll have to find a way not to hurt yourself…

Laura was sure that she was going to tumble down. So she got flat on the floor and crawled to the edge. She could hardly see for more than two feet in front of her. Trembling, she extended both arms and secured her hands to the first step. She crawled forward and she grabbed the next one with her left hand before leaving the first from the security of her right hand. She continued to the third, observing that her legs and feet couldn’t help her much, but made her able to lower her center of gravity as long as she remained flat on the floor. At the fifth step, her pelvis went over the edge of the stairway and she thought that she was going to tumble down anyway. Scared like hell, she grabbed more firmly the step she was holding and forced her to remain perfectly aligned with the slope of the stairway. The next steps took her at least a minute each, so her master pulled on the leash, whispering:

- Come on, Laura, hurry up!

How much other steps did she had to crawl down to? About ten, she thought, continuing her crawling and firm grabbing. But after the eighth step, Laura’s hand touched something firm, longer than the usual step. Was there an intermediate landing ahead? They were in complete darkness, so she couldn’t tell. She heard the click of a switch and a single lightbulb lightened the basement.

It wasn’t a real basement which it would have been a bit peculiar anyway for a hunter’s cabin. It looked more like a cellar. The floor was only battered soil which had quite an irregular surface. The outside walls were made of concrete blocks and showed only two vents that were closed by pieces of plywood. No ceiling could be seen except for the hardwood firstfloor and the beams that supported it. The height was only about five feet below the beam, so they would have to remain bent if they stood on two feet.

Richard became more relax and he told her:

- You are lucky, Laura. If we had rain the later days, you would be crawling in the mud now…

The young female teacher remained silent, trying to look around the place through the pale lighting. With fear, she saw an assortment of tools laying on an old set of shelves. There were clamps, handcuffs, spreader bar, ropes and chains. She even noticed a whip hanging from a hook. There were some other things along, but she didn’t think that they were necessary to the following game.

- Welcome to my kind of dungeon, Laura, he said. I know it doesn’t look spectacular, but we will have to manage the most of it.

He pulled her by the leash to the center of the cellar and released her. Suddenly, she realized that the disappeared videocam was now in sight, well set to tape the evening game that they were going to play.

- Tonight, he said, you won’t be blindfolded, but I decided to gag you with this.

Richard pulled from his pocket a small and stretchy piece of black fabric that she soon recognized as her own panties. He stretched them between his two hands, swivelled around her and applied the gag after ordering her to open her mouth. Silenced but for brief sound of muttering, Laura waited.

Richard took the handcuffs and a pair of strange restraints from a shelve and went back to her, bending enough not to hurt his head on the beams. He asked her to move her arms over her head and he handcuffed them. Turning to the restraints, he explained:

- For these, you have to kneel.

She complied to his command. He fixed a big belt in the middle of each thigh and a smaller one to each ankle. All four restraint were equipped with a fastening system that enabled them to be attached together. Laura had now her ankles bound to her thighs. Richard went to the shelves and got back with a spreader bar that had restraints at both ends and he positionned them between Laura’s knees expanding her to the limit.

- Now, he said, let’s hang you to the beam!

The girl started trembling in terror, afraid that she was going to die right there.

No, no, he told her impatiently. I’m not hanging you by the neck, Laura, you don’t have to say your prayers.

He used chains passing through rings screewed to the beams and the handcuffs to haul her from the ground. When she got all her weight on her arms, Laura managed to scream of pain that her gag reduced to mild muttering.

To efficiently gain access to Laura’s pussy, Richard had to remove the spreader bar between her knees. He replaced the bar by attaching both ropes tied to others rings on the ceiling main beam. Laura felt too weak to make any effort to fight the oncoming, so she stayed in her stretched position, her cunt widely open as an offering.

When all her weight was released to her arms, Laura believed that she was going to be dismembered. The pain was tremendous and her ackward position didn’t help her to ease it. She tried to scream through the gag but weren’t able to drag much attention to her hard condition. Fortunately, after about ten minutes, the pain faded lightly as long as she remained immobile. Tears were falling from her eyes.

Richard decided that it was an appropriate moment to raise the level of pain and he went to find hard ropes.

Now, he told her, let’s try bringing those tits a little bigger…

He approached Laura slowly with the rope, leading her to swing to try futily to escape which concluded to heavier pain in her stretched arms. He stood behind her and let the rope fall on each side of the shoulders, then returning to the front.

Let’s tie those now! He speaked to himself.

He took both end of the rope, stetched them and started to make many turns around each breast, very tight. After so many circles, he attached the remaining end of both ropes one to the other with a big knot.

Laura had often seen tit torture pictures on the net newsgroup and she had fantasized a lot about that. But nothing she imagined before matched the incredible pain that start to build in both globes of flesh. Soon, they were very hard retaining blood.

Richard approached her and he began caressing both breasts with his hands. He wasn’t making any harsh movement but any tickling would send waves of pain inside. Laura tried to resist his touching, feeling a bit angry, but this only resulted on him being madder. He went back to the shelves and brought back an assortment of clothespins and clamps. Laura’s eyes enlarged with terror as she realised that he intented to use those while she was still tit-bound.

Richard first applied a metal clip to her right nipple, then to the other. Laura realised that her poor breast could endure a lot more pain than what they had already suffered. The nipples were hard to erect because of the high blood pressure in each breast, but the metal grip managed to find them and immediately sent new waves of radiated pain. Afterward, Richard decided to make a pattern around the nipples with clothespins biting in the flesh. Six of them found a place in a kind of sun shape, just outside the dark aureola. Strangely, Laura didn’t really feel increasing pain from those, except when they were first installed or being touched by her master.

This game continued for more than one hour. Each time, Richard had remarked her helpless victim was beginning to lose conscience due to the suffering, he took pride at playing with the clothespins or even the metal clamps; this always brought her back to full consciensness, with sheer agony. He finally got a little tired of that and he went picking up the whip. Laura saw him coming back to her, but wasn’t able to offer any resistance.

Don’t worry, Laura, he said, I won’t strike your breast tonight!

He did not tell her how much shots he was willing to give her, but he made an accurate count of those with a loud voice. Due to low ceiling height of the cellar, he wasn’t quite able to hit her back with efficiency. So he started to strike her buttocks with the whip, slamming them making swacking sound. On each shot, Laura was pushed up in reaction, which concluded to stretch again her arms when she returned down.

One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Ten!

Richard moved in front. Laura’s face was red and covered with perspiration drops. Making efforts to hit up of the restraint belt, he directed his next strokes to the upper and tender part of both thighs.

One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Ten!

When he stopped, the girl’s upper thighs were striped with red marks that soon turned purple.

To efficiently gain access to Laura’s pussy, Richard had to remove the spreader bar between her knees. He replaced the bar by attaching both knees to ropes secured to others rings on the ceiling main beam. Laura felt too weak to make any effort to fight the oncoming, so she stayed in her stretched position, her cunt widely open as an offering.

With all his strenght, Richard actionned the whip again, aiming to Laura’s pussy.

One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Ten!

Laura felt an incredible burning between her cunt lips. But she didn’t faint, feeling an even more incredible excitement that lead her to cume right then. Richard decided that it was enough with the whip. He approached her and touched her ravaged pussy with his fingers, holding them before her eyes afterward.

Laura was scared to death when she discovered that blood was mixed with her cum.

Good thing I didn’t whip your breast, Laura, did he say. That would have made the rest of the game impossible for you to endure.

So, it wasn’t finish yet. Richard removed the ropes that tied Laura’s breast that soon felt more relief, although they remained inflated and very painfull. Any touching to them would send back waves of pain inside.

Richard unfastened the restraints that bound the thighs with the ankles, but he didn’t remove them. He simply fixed them to rings attached to joists hanging from the beam. Laura was now hanging just below the cellar ceiling and fortunately it relieved her arms from about half of her weight, distributing the rest to her thighs and ankles. He also put a kind of large leather strap below her tummy and fixed both ends to chains attached to the main beam. Laura’s breast was pushing downward due to gravity, so was her head as she saw the rest of the man’s preparation. Richard brought an adjustable stool that he put just below Laura’’ breast before he started to raise the seat by unscrewing the endless screw under it. When the seat arrived about a foot of the breast, he put a plywood box on it and resumed raising it. He only stopped when most of Laura’s tits were hidden in the woodbox without touching the bottom nor any side.

The young teacher was puzzled. What was he going to do to her? He didn’t give any clue as he opened a can of a kind of oily nature that smelled really bad. Unable to evade the bas smell, Laura tried to close her nostrils, but she soon realized that she had already less breathing capacity with the gag and she stopped. Richard took a small paintbrush, sank it in the can and started mysteriously to apply the oily liquid to the interior part of the box and to her breast, sending pain to them, making her jump a little.

I know, Laura, did he say without stopping his kind of painting, it smells and looks bad, but tomorrow you will thank me for it as it would be a lot more painfull if I don’t.

Richard got rid of the paintbrush, closed the smelly can and disposed of them. He returned with a pair of metal container, a heavy bag and a trowel. The first container was empty and covered with kind of gray dirt; the second had water in it and a plastic cup floating in it.

With tears in her eyes, swet dripping from her forehead and cheeks, Laura had difficulty following what was going under her. She desperetely tried to read what was written on the bag. Her view was troubled, but she finally did understand what the inscription was : fast setting cement. She asked herself with an invisible smile if he intended to sink her in a river with concrete blocks chained at her feet. Soon she realized what was his goal, not her feet, but her breast…

Richard didn’t say anything, but he carefully mixed the powder from the bag with the water, adding a few little pieces of rock from the ground. Using the trowel, he made certain that all the metal container was well mixed and he began putting part of it in the box. When the trowel touched her skin, Laura tried to evade the sufferings, but wasn’t very successfull. The box was filled to the top and Richard used his hands to make sure that both breasts were fully deepened in the formwork. Assured about that, he stood apart and he told her :

Now, Laura, we just have to wait until tomorrow. It’s quick drying cement I used, so it will be quite hard next morning.

Laura realized that she was going to spend the entire night in the cellar, bound to the ceiling and her breast in the formwork. She tried to beg him to spare her that awfull task, but the gag prevented most of her sounds and he left her in that awkward position. Richard stopped the videocam, returned to the starway, giving her a last look before disappearing. Laura thought that he looked happy and that made her feel loved.

Then Laura heard a well-known click of an electric switch and the only lightbulb was shut off. So she had to stay in complete darkness for the rest of the night. She started to feel a little afraid when she heard strange noises below her : it looked like something was moving down there, maybe they were mices, she thought, a little bit scared. She didn’t like those kind of animals, even if they weren’t able to cause her much harm in her position. After that, she felt that something very small was walking over her naked back, tickling her skin. It was probably just a little spider, but the thought didn’t comfort her one bit.

But after two hours hanging there, Laura found that something was a lot more terrifying than the darkness, the mice or the spiders. Laura recalled that her breasts began to experience another sensation other than their previous sufferings. The quick drying process was causing heat to disperse and it was radiating through her achy tits, … burning them!