7 Punishment

Jennifer stared as the Tinies organized. Her wide, tear-filled eyes started to flow as she saw the shock collar being dragged across the floor, two of the tiny men muscling it closer finally letting it fall right before her pussy, the prods pointing at her exposed and dripping sex. The toy that Erica had bought her years ago for some added spice to their dominant games was about to be used on her to really torture her. Jennifer shivered, staring at Linda, hoping for reprieve or at least mercy but finding nothing in the woman’s cold gaze.

“It’s gonna hurt,” the little six-inch tall woman had said without emotion. “You’re going to scream, and cry, and beg,” Linda had said with a frown. “Not what I want, but nothing you don’t deserve.” Jennifer moaned into her gag and squirmed as the Tinies gathered about, most gleefully wanting to make her suffer for killing their friend. Jennifer sobbed, starting to cry and her torture had not even begun.

Jennifer saw the tiny girl, Stacy, caressing the remote for the shock collar, eyeing her with malevolence. A shiver of fear ran through her, making her shudder as she felt two of the little men shoving the short prods against her exposed pussy, digging the metal prongs past her labia and into her. Jennifer whimpered to the tiny girl, pleading, but saw nothing but hatred smoldering in her dark eyes. She wanted revenge for the death of her lover and Jennifer could see that the Tiny was going to enjoy every moment of what was to come.

As the two small men held the prods in place Jennifer felt another climb up her body by the hair at the back of her head. She shivered as he trotted the length of her bound arm, then dropped to her hip, waving down at yet another of the small men in the group.

“Toss it up,” the Tiny on her hip called down and Jennifer saw the tiny black man, Frank, toss a bit of string up to him. The one on her hip started hauling on the ‘rope’ and Jennifer realized that it was tied to the black plastic snap of the shock collar. The man on her grabbed the huge plastic buckle, then turned and rappelled down Jennifer’s ass, hitting the carpet behind her. Jennifer saw that the Tinies had stretched the canvas collar to its limits and immediately realized why as she felt the little person behind her forcing the buckle as far as he could between her body and the floor.

“Nnnn…” Jennifer groaned as she tossed her head from side to side, squirming helplessly and rolling onto her back. She heard the little man behind her yelp in fear, those in front scattering in panic as her struggles increased, thrashing and rocking from side to side as best as her bonds would allow. Desperately she tried to sit up, but it was hard. She was tired from her ordeals and weak from lack of food and water, but she still managed to force herself up, hooking her feet under the desk and shoving her hands back beneath her and propping on her forearms.

“Nnnngh!” Jennifer grunted into her gag as something dug into her ass cheek. She looked down and saw Linda through teary eyes, the tip of her sword buried into the thick flesh of her butt cheek, a trickle of blood dribbling from the incision. Jennifer rocked her body even as the six-inch redhead pulled the blade free again, the wound slicing more and feeling like an intense paper cut.

Ignoring the pain in her ass and aching muscles Jennifer heaved, pushing up to a sitting position with monstrous effort. She heard most of the Tinies screaming in panic, scattering away from her, shouting obscenities as they backed off for safety. She saw Jason charging forward, the razor blade axe in hand and raised high and gleaming in the flickering light of the television and the candles they had re-lit earlier. Jennifer swung her bound arms towards him as he neared and flicked two of her fingers squarely connecting with his chest. The axe spun from his hands as he flew backwards with the impact, tumbling head over heels to slam up against one of the pillows. She saw him shake his head and groan, clutching his chest, hurt but not dead, thankfully.

Jennifer swiftly pulled her legs in, sweeping her feet and bound ankles across the floor in a wide arch. A couple of the more daring Tinies that had been moving closer jumped back out of the arch, scrambling for distance and safety beside the desk and beyond the bed. Jennifer folded her legs at the knees, then shoved with her hands to the side, struggling with all of her strength to force herself into a kneeling position, her butt finally resting on her heels as she swayed trying to keep her balance. She groaned, breathing hard through her nose as she forced her leg muscles to work, awkwardly rising up on her knees.

“Nnnnneeeee!!” Jennifer squealed into her gag as electricity shocked through her pussy. It was intense… agony and unrelenting as she felt her sex shiver and pulse, burning as though on fire. She wavered and arched her back, squirming under the onslaught, gasping as it ended. She had a brief glimpse of the shock collar still wedged between her thighs, though the straps hung limp and dangling. She wriggled to get the long, metal prods to slip from her slit, whimpering in panic then shrieking as the pain resumed a heartbeat later, coursing through her entire being.

As her body shuddered with the waves of electricity shooting through her pussy Jennifer felt something snag into her hair, and then the tiny ticklish sensation of someone clambering up her body. She turned her head and tried to focus through bleary eyes as another bolt of anguish shot through her and she saw the familiar head of reddish brown hair. Linda was climbing a knotted, thick twine, her sword slung over her back by a looped bit of thread at the hand guard.

Jennifer swayed and bucked as yet another shock tore through her causing Linda to swing out and lose her footing. She was crying hard from the pain as the collar did its damage, snot clogging her nose and drooling down past her lips and chin. She had used the thing for fun in the past, little jolts applied by imagined kidnappers in her role plays, with Erica, but always on her throat, and never at the highest settings save once just to see. The pain on her neck had been incredible, but in her vagina it was terrible, a thousand times worse as her tender, inner flesh was far more sensitive than the skin of her throat. Dimly through her haze of agony she felt something sharp poke into the soft skin of her throat as the shocks finally, blessedly stopped.

“You will FUCKING lie right the fuck back down or I will FUCKING drive my sword into your carotid artery and watch you FUCKING bleed out until you FUCKING die!” Linda shouted harshly as she dug her sword menacingly into Jennifer’s tender throat. Jennifer’s eyes were wide as she pleadingly stared at the tiny woman, anger coloring Linda’s face a deep red as she held the sword in one hand, the other clutching a fistful of the giant’s hair. She had no doubt that the little woman would follow through with her threat, so with a sobbing whimper of defeat, Jennifer eased back, propped first on her outstretched arms, then slowly lowering back down onto her elbows. All the while Linda dangled from her hair, the sword poised menacingly as she swung, ‘walking’ the giantess’ skin like a mountain climber; rappelling from shoulder to chest and then scrambling up to her face where she grabbed the leather strap of Jennifer’s ball gag.

“Watch her legs,” Jennifer heard someone shout from the floor as she started to stretch out. She felt the sword prick into her throat again as she unfolded her legs, watching carefully so that she did not crush anyone in the process.

“Get that belt under her!” Linda shouted as she held onto the leather strap of Jennifer’s ball gag, her sword still digging into Jennifer’s flesh. Jennifer felt the collar’s straps tighten about her hips as someone ran the end under her before Linda prodded her to lie back down. With a sigh Jennifer collapsed back to the floor in defeat, weak, exhausted and already in pain.

Slowly the Tinies moved closer again, some leery with caution, others bold and angrier than they were before. She saw two of them struggling with the collar finally locking the buckle with an audible ‘CLICK’ then tightening the straps even more; as tight as they could manage. She had bought the collar fitted for the larger dogs; Shepherds, Dobermans, Great Danes and the like so there was plenty of slack to tighten even settled as it was about her hips and waist. She felt someone climbing up onto her and trotting up the length of her legs. She glanced down her body, craning to see past her breasts and saw Johnny as he reached the black box of the collar’s housing. He actually climbed onto the box shoving hard and pushing the prods deeper into her vagina as the last of the collar’s slack was pulled tight, the business end of the collar now thoroughly embedded within her pussy.

“That was stupid.” Jennifer shifted her eyes and looked at the tiny Linda, both women breathing hard from their ordeal. Linda looked almost comical as she rose and fell standing on Jennifer’s chest and riding out the deep, heaving breaths. Jennifer sighed and snuffled through her nose as the little woman pulled her sword away, whirling it about to flick the tiny bit of blood from the blade to splatter across Jennifer’s bare, sweaty shoulder.

“If you had just cooperated, it probably would have been over by now.” Linda shook her head and gazed at her clan inching forward again, their bravery returning as they gathered about the bound giantess. “Now they’re gonna want more.” Linda stepped away and stood at the top of Jennifer’s cleavage. “How’s Jason?” she called out looking at a small group of the Tinies huddled at the edge of the pillows.

“Matt says he sprained his wrist when he hit,” a two-inch Tiny named Pete said after a moment. “And had the wind knocked out of him. He’ll live.” Jennifer did not know which Tiny Matt might be.

“Okay. Robert, get up here and bring the paper clamps. And one other, any takers?” Jennifer saw Johnny rush forward, lust in his eyes and licking his lips as he ran across her belly then scrambled up between her breasts to stand beside his leader. Jennifer tried to stay calm and lie still with the creepy feeling of the Tinies on her skin as Robert tossed the metal clamps up then climbed up her hair, grabbed the strap of her ball gag and swung up to join the others on her chest.

“You two get her nipples,” Linda said with a sweep of her sword. “Put the clamps on her and have fun.” Linda’s voice was cold as she stepped away down Jennifer’s body even as the two little men drew forward. Robert had an evil smile as he pressed the hinged paper clip open threateningly above Jennifer’s right nipple.

“I’m gonna enjoy this, bitch,” he sneered as he closed the clamp over Jennifer’s already sore and abused nipple, squeezing it tight with all of his might. Jennifer gasped, sucking air through her nose as she felt the pain, then shrieked into her gag as Johnny followed suit on her puffy left nipple. Then she screamed as electricity shot into her pussy again.

And again…

And again…

***

Jennifer was still sobbing hours later as her body protested, aching in lingering pain. Each of the Tinies that had wanted to participate in her punishment had been allowed to inflict some form of torture on her helpless body. They had traded off on the nipple clips for about an hour until Jason and William had come from the bathroom dragging her long, thin curling iron behind them. Jennifer had squealed and shook her head but the Tinies ignored her protests, Stacy shocking her over and over until finally she slumped into submission.

Jennifer had squealed again as the nipple clamps had been removed and blood started rushing back into her abused nubs hurting far more than when they had been attached. She had shrieked as the curling iron had then been closed over her sore nipples, burning them and squeezing harshly, two of the Tinies always working the wand, trading off with others.

And all the while Stacy kept shocking her relentlessly, a wicked smile curling her lips with each muffled howl of agony.

Someone had slashed at her soles with the razor blade axe as another waved a lit match over the wounds, cauterizing them. Jennifer jerked and squirmed, trying to pull her legs up and away until she felt Linda’s sword poking into her throat again. Linda had ordered several of the men to drag her dog choke chain over and they looped it through the ropes on her ankles and around the leg of the heavy desk. They had pulled it as tight as they could, then locked it in place with one of Jennifer’s small padlocks, efficiently holding her feet to the floor. The torture on her feet then began again and Jennifer cried out, shaking her head with the new pain as her soles were repeatedly slashed and burned. She knew it would be days before she could walk comfortably again, if they ever let her go.

If they let her live.

One of the women had come up with the idea of piercing her breasts with pins and needles. Several of the Tinies had mounted her and started shoving straight pins into the flabby flesh of her mammories. Jennifer wailed into her gag, her high-pitched shrieks muted as the Tinies abused her breasts sticking pin after pin into her, shoving deep and showing no remorse or mercy, most actually laughing at the wild ride on her heaving chest.

And Stacy shocked her over and over.

Finally Linda had called a halt to the torture. “That’s enough,” the tiny woman had said as she stepped up onto Jennifer’s chest again, roughly jabbing her sword shallowly into the giantess' clavicle. Jennifer was sobbing non-stop and could not even open her eyes as the little woman stared down at her.

“I’m sorry,” Linda said softly as Jennifer’s voice racked and heaved trying to draw breath through her snotty nose. “Get me a tissue!” Linda shouted out and a moment later Jennifer felt a Kleenex pressing against her nostrils.

“Blow,” Linda said, wadding the thin tissue over Jennifer’s nose and holding it in place. “After all that, I don’t want you suffocating on your own snot.” Jennifer blew thick, snotty mucous into the tissue, three times until she cleared her nose and lungs enough to draw a decent breath. After one more blow Linda wiped around her nostrils then tossed the messy Kleenex to the floor.

“You rest now, and don’t do anything stupid.” Jennifer felt Linda padding away, eventually dropping back down to the floor.

Jennifer just sobbed, lingering pain echoing throughout her body…