Inside the Party Room, 19 year old Zoe bent down on one knee, dropping her chin to the floor and took the china plate in her teeth. Oh, it was disgusting to look at. A piece of pizza, four lipstick stained cigarette butts and an anchovy.
Zoe began slowly pulling her chin up, feeling the intense pain from her knees on the floor of the Kappa Gamma Sade Party Room. Zoe's wrists were in acute pain, cuffed as they were behind her back.
How the hell was she to get back to her feet? A heavy plate in her teeth, no balance from her fucking arms...and if she spilled the plate, Thomasine would make sure Zoe had to eat up the pizza, butts and anchovy, God.
And Zoe had already crawled around on the floor eating up all the assorted crap from last night's keg party. She'd even licked up some vomit in the corner.
Zoe had picked up pieces of broken glass in her mouth, bending over, and spat them out, getting blood on her tongue, from dropped beer steins.
As Zoe bent down now, her breasts rubbed against her stomach, and Zoe began weeping softly. Earlier that morning, Tommie, Beth, and that other bitch, Claire had been rubbing jalapeno peppers on Zoe's full breasts.
It hurt so much...still!
They'd really enjoyed it though. It astonished Zoe that Tommie could go to Mass, and Beth and Claire to the Landon Chapel, and come back to torture poor Zoe like this!
In fact, when Zoe had inadvertently called Claire a cunt, Tommie had rubbed some hot pepper in Zoe's mouth citing Proverbs 10:31: "The mouth of the just bringeth forth wisdom: but the forward tongue shall be cut out."
All this, and that, after last night, when Beth and her boyfriend had been fucking in one bed and Tommie had been fucking another guy in Zoe's bed.
They'd made Zoe place her neck on the hard wooded back of one chair and her feet on another and they'd forced her to suspend her whole body between the whole chairs all night.
From ten o'clock, when Zoe had been forced to leave the party, until this morning, she'd had to lie between these chairs.
And from ten to midnight Zoe had been forced to hold up two Yellow Pages telephone books while trying to support herself between the two chairs. Her neck would never feel the same!
And then all the horrible pepper torture this morning!
It hadn't been as bad as the week before, when Zoe and the tranny Marjeta had been bound to a table in the KGS Student Union, and had their genitals shot with postal pepper spray.
Poor Marjeta's cock and balls had almost turned violet, and he'd cried like an infant in a toaster oven.
That had been horrible, but not quite as painful as just having the peppers rubbed all over...
And Kyra, tapping her way home from synagogue, had dropped by Tommie's room while they were rubbing Zoe...
And shown the others how much fun it was to jam a toilet brush into Zoe's twat...though it was worse after Beth had accompanied it with a hot pepper!
Kyra had left, and then Skinner had dropped in, and she'd shown the girls an electric baton which was the kind used to torture Falun Gong prisoners. A big black thing, Zoe had been terrified.
Skinner had grinned while waving around the three foot black baton, which had two electrodes at one end, and an insulated handle at the other.
Zoe had gasped as Skinner had shot forth a few blueish sparks from the electric baton, grinning.
"Do you want the safe word?" Skinner had asked, but Zoe had remained silent. After all, as Kyra had counseled her...she'd transferred to Landon for a reason.
Zoe knew that Tommie was furious at this, because even Thomasine, who was Skinner's submissive, had used the safe word when Skinner had wanted to use the electric baton on her.
The first shock, when Skinner put the sizzling baton to Zoe's breast made Zoe scream in agony.
As the electric current hit Zoe's nipple, she felt pain and numbness, and her brain seemed to twitch, as if the current shot up to her curly blonde head.
It felt almost as if Zoe was being stabbed with fifty needles at once. It reminded her of being a child and going to the allergist, where one was repeatedly stung by needles, but this was so much worse.
Zoe also had been shocked electrically by mistake once, when dropping her hair dryer in the bathtub, but it had only been for a moment. This was like an eternity of shocking!
"Do you want to stop?" Skinner asked, as she saw the paleness of Zoe's face.
"N-no" Zoe had said...she had been absolutely wet with excitement despite the pain, but oh no...
It had sizzled again, the baton as it touched her night nipple, with Skinner grinning around her Virginia Slim.
"Tommie's too much of a wimp for this, Zoe." Skinner had said, as Tommie gave Zoe a hateful look. "You're the kind of sub for me!"
As the sizzling electrodes connected once again with Zoe's tender nipple, Zoe felt as if her heart had stopped beating, and all of a sudden she could barely breathe.
As the shock went through Zoe's right breast she'd begun sweating, and her blood had run cold.
Tommie, with a nasty smile, had stepped up and taken the electric baton from Skinner and touched it to Zoe's neck.
When the electric current hit Zoe's neck, she felt completely suffocated, and her throat felt as if dynamite was going off in it.
As the baton had shocked the right side of Zoe's neck, she'd leaned to the right involuntarily twitching.
Tommie was biting her lip, looking as if she would swoon with pleasure, but Skinner had just been impressed.
"You're doing great, babe...hold it.
This bitch can dish it out but she can't take it." Skinner had said, giving a contemptuous look at the angry Tommie.
"This is so cool" Beth had said. "What else could we do to her?"
Skinner smiled.
"Well, my Master, who this baton belongs to, pushed a plastic tube up my butt and shot cold water up it, and then shocked me...but I won't put Zoe through that."
Skinner snatched the baton from Thomasine.
"Enough, you coward...I'll put her through this, because I've gone through it. She' s a tough kid."
Zoe's eyes had shone with love when Thomasine had said that...but then she'd faltered as the baton had come again.
Although Thomasine was angry, her efforts were not practiced...but Skinner's were. And coldly, Skinner knew how to do serious damage!
An eternity of shocking. Repeated volts...and it was just beginning.
Skinner shocked Zoe's legs, her waist, her breasts, her stomach, her palms, her armpits, her arms, her neck and her mouth, and the soles of her feet...
This before moving the baton to Zoe's ass!
The jolts from the baton just lightly touching Zoe's full buttocks had almost shot the girl across the room...and for a moment she'd forgotten the horrible jalapeno peppers...
But now, as Zoe finally got up on one knee, and then slowly raised herself to her feet, with the heavy china plate in her mouth, the stinging had come back.
Zoe took halting steps to the garbage can, and, gripping the china plate even tighter in her mouth, shook it, bouncing her chin against her neck until all the detritus on the plate had landed in the garbage can.
Then Zoe, who was walking extra carefully because Tommie had insanely tied wooden blocks to the bottom of Zoe's feet. She carried the plate over to the bucket where the other plates were, and gently dropped it in.
"Bravo, woman."
Zoe's heart leaped in her chest, and she turned around, and there was Uncle Genesis, the drunken black gardener.
He'd staggered into the Party Room while she was busy cleaning.
Zoe closed her eyes. My God, what does he think?
She was naked, except for the ridiculous blocks tied to her feet, and her hands were cuffed behind her back.
Uncle Genesis, who was astonishingly ugly.
Yes, having only four teeth in his head, and nose cartilage that was almost entirely eaten away from cocaine abuse, got up and began staggering closer to Zoe.
Uncle Genesis winked at her, with the eye that was not milky blind from herpes simplex of the eye, and she smiled gamely.
She could smell the stink of wine on him.
"Baby...I think it's terrible that them girls treat choo dat way. Huh. Dat's bad."
Zoe closed her eyes.
This was going to be tricky, could she get out of his way?
Uncle Genesis got closer and looked into Zoe's eyes.
"Baby, what you needs is jus' a little lovin'."
The heiress to the Islington, DeToledano & Rushden Business Machines fortune and New England's drunkest landscaper faced each other, quite uncertainly.
Good God, what now?
Uncle Genesis stepped a little closer, swaying from last night's inhale of seven half pints of MD 20-20.
"P-please" the hoochie said.
"Uncle Genesis, y-you don't understand."
She backed up a bit more, but Uncle G was willing to chase, and he stood a little closer.
"Come on, baby...give Uncle Genesis some lovin'."
Impulsively Uncle Genesis reached out and grabbed the little chicken head's left breast.
Nice. Uncle G had never touched white skin he hadn't paid for.
Uncle Genesis squeezed and pulled the breast.
What a nice set of fun bags fine little Blondie has! Not like those ant bites Kasheeda got, can't even see the little rascals on the end.
Uncle Genesis might kick Kasheeda to the curb and date Blondie more often. These some chesticles.
But how often she be in handcuffs? Uncle Genesis ran his tongue across his bleeding gums meditatively.
Uncle Genesis tweaked Blondie's nipple on her right head cushion and she screamed, and pulled her diddie away, and Uncle Genesis was saddened.
"Come on, baby...let Uncle G jam you' tuna."
Uncle Genesis got closer, and fine little Blondie became irritable.
"Look, my dad will have you in jail if you keep touching me." the freak said threateningly.
"Baby, I'se not de one what locked you' han's behind yo' back."
Uncle Genesis said weightily.
"You must' have let someone do dat.
De girls upstairs in de Tibshelf Smoking' Lounge say you down here and dey lock you up like dat."
The little tool shed looked upset.
