The barbs above her breasts dug into the tender flesh as the tightly-bound orbs were pulled into the air. She felt more pricks in her shoulders and arms as she was forced against the barbed wire. Her breasts were throbbing from the pain and with her feet in high heels, there was no way for her to raise her body to provide any relief. Krutz tightened the wires around her legs, eliminating any freedom of movement and Susan hung there, gritting her teeth to deal with the pain, which felt like a dozen mosquito bites all at once.
Susan was happy when two girls were sent down to the tree shortly before lunch and they began unwinding the wires from around her tortured tits. She felt incredible pain as the blood flow returned and she saw the color starting to drain from the ends of her breasts. As soon as the girls released her hands, she brought them down to her chest and rubbed them across her pained flesh. The girls, wearing gloves, unwound the barbed wire from her body, working slowly so they didn't stab themselves.
Lunch was spent in the infirmary where a nurse's aide administered to her wounds, cleaning them and applying an antiseptic. None of them were very deep but Susan was trying to remember her last tetanus shot. Susan looked at the deep red lines in her breasts where the wire had cut into them and that made her cry again. She held her arms across her chest as a tray of food and several bottles of water were brought to her. She was glad to see the headmaster was taking the nurse's advice to heart regarding giving her regular meals. But he had obviously decided not to reduce the pain and abuse inflicted on her body.
She soon learned that tetanus shot might be even more important as she saw this afternoon's torture device. Lying in the atrium was a thick piece of wood through which hundreds of wooden nails had been driven so they stuck straight up into the air, each less than a half-inch from the next. She marveled at the precision of the nails driven through the wood, right up until the point she was lifted into the air and her naked body was laid down on top of the nails. She knew better than to resist so she just went as limp as possible. The young woman felt the hundreds of tiny pin pricks against her bare shoulders, back, butt and legs. She was surprised that as her body lay perfectly balanced on the nail heads and her weight was evenly distributed across each of the nails, none of them pressed deeply into her skin. The young woman found the position uncomfortable, but not seriously pain. She had a warm feeling throughout her back and wondered if she was bleeding. She tried to remain calm and perfectly still, knowing if she shifted too much, her weight could cause one of the nails to penetrate her skin.
Lying still on the bed of nails was quickly rising on Susan's list of most devious tortures of the year. She felt that any movement would send a sharp spike into her body. She wasn't prepared for what came next. The young woman let out an audible gasp as two boys carried in another square board with similar nails protruding from it. They carried this one over and laid it across the young woman's bare stomach and lower body. The board lay just beneath her tits, thankfully for her, and ran down to just above her knees. This meant her stomach and lower body were now sandwiched between two beds of sharp nails.
A couple of heavy textbooks were placed on top of the second board and Susan felt the nails digging into her stomach, waist, and crotch. The pressure was crushing her, and she took slow shallow breaths so as not to force her stomach into the nails hammered into the block above her. The students left her like this for an entire class period and when they removed her from the nails, tiny red spots were visible everywhere a nail had touched her naked body.
