Anja By Corbis2

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Anja was thrust from the bliss of unconsciousness by agonizing bolts of pain from her pert breasts.  As she was inundated with light her eyes fluttered as she attempted to focus on her surroundings.  Her eyes were immediately drawn to her throbbing breasts.  She stared in disbelief at the two orange size bluish balloons on her chest.  The pain vines still wound tightly around the base of each breast, and were tied to each nipple as well.  Anja realized her body had been moved and now her lithe form was hanging by her wrists about a foot off the floor.  Anja’s ankles were bound together in a single cuff which was locked to the floor below by a short chain.  Anja was stretched as tight as rubber band, her joints on the verge of dislocating.  Anja realized that she could not move at all. 

Anja focused on a sound in front of her.  She saw Helga moving the table loaded with torture implements directly in front of a bound jungle queen.  Anja quietly gasped. Helga heard the sound and looked at Anja with a wide grin.

“Ahhh,” Helga said, “I was hoping to bring you around with one of my little toys here.  Oh well, we can still have plenty of fun, or at least I can,” Helga laughed. 

Anja attempted to struggle but there was absolutely no movement in her bonds.  Anja’s breasts throbbed as she watched her Nordic tormentor move the implements of her pain around the table. Helga then seemed to find what she was looking for. She looked up at Anja with a sparkle in her cold blue eyes. 

“This should make a good start,” Helga said with a smile as she lifted an item from the table and waved it towards the jungle beauty’s face. 

Anja immediately recognized the item as her body gave an involuntary shuder.  It was a strap, an inch wide heavy piece of leather about a foot long, connected to a wooden handle. 

“We use these to punish the miners,” Helga laughed.  “They are quite effective; I’ve seen them bring a strong man to tears.”  Helga swished the ominous device through the air. “Have you ever been whipped, Anja?” Helga asked. 

Anja said nothing; she only looked defiantly at her blond captor, but internally, her mind reeled.  She had been whipped, some time ago, with a similar device and it had been horrible.  Helga moved in front of the bound jungle beauty swishing the brutal strap continuously in the air while continually steering into Anja's eyes.

“Any last pleas for mercy?”  Helga asked as her smiled broadened. “Beg to be my slave, my sexual plaything for the rest of your life or until I tire of you.”

Anja's jaw stiffened. “Never!” she growled.

Helga’s smile broadened even more.  “I was hoping he would say that.”

With no fanfare Helga threw her arm back as far as she could and swung the leather strap at her naked captive.  The pliant leather impacted directly across Anja's throbbing nipples.  A white hot explosion of pain ripped through Anja's chest then throughout her entire body.  Her arms and legs involuntarily began to pull desperately at her bonds.  Anja vaguely tasted blood in her mouth realizing that she had bitten her tongue.  All of this registered in less than a second before the second blow impacted directly over the first.  This assault continued with Helga concentrating all the blows on Anja's bound, tender breasts. 

On the 30th blow, despite her resolve, Anya cried out.  This seemed to intensify Helga’s assault.  On the 50th blow Anja succumbed to the pain and passed out.  Darkness had barely swallowed her when she was wrenched back to consciousness by a splash of cold water on her face.  As soon as she was conscious exploding pain in her ravaged breasts caused her to black out once again.  Again the jungle beauty was ripped from the relative bliss of unconsciousness, this time by copious applications of smelling salts under her nose.  Anja stared at the foggy image of her tormentor standing in front of her.  Anja's eyes watered profusely at the continuing explosion of pain from her bound breasts.  Once Helga saw that Anja would remain conscious she sat down on a small chair next to the table. 

Even through Anja was in agonizing pain she noted that although Ian amazing shape her blond captor was slightly winded.  Tears fell from Anja's eyes she looked down at her pummeled breasts.  Both orange shaped globes were black and purple with hints of greenish yellow throughout.  Anja realized that even now her body’s amazing ability to regenerate was already working to heal her. 

Helga stood suddenly, tossing the leather strap on to the table.  She turned her head and grinned at Anja as she lifted another item.  Anja immediately recognized what Helga was holding and began to struggle in her bonds.  Helga’s smile grew as she walked toward her beautiful captive holding the ominous device.  Helga held the thin metal cane up to Anja's face. 

“Is there anything you need to say to me, Jungle Queen?”.

Anja closed her eyes and shuddered.  She re-opened her eyes, looked directly at the blond demon standing in front of her, and shook her head. Helga smiled again. She took a step back while drawing the thin metal cane back as far as she could.  Anya cried out as the metal torture device impacted just below the nipples and both of her bruised and battered breasts.  The second blow struck directly across her bound nipples causing her to temporarily lose the ability to breathe.  The third blow caused Anja‘s body to pull so hard that she almost dislocated both of her shoulders.  By the 10th blow Anja had passed out.

When Anja came to her chest was wracked with pain.  Looking down she saw oozing welts crisscrossing her breasts.  Anja's entire body throbbed she also had an unusual chemical taste in her mouth.  Helga stepped out from behind her with an empty syringe in her hand. 

“I thought you would be tougher than this, Jungle Queen,” Helga said. “I didn't expect to have to use this until later in the day.” 

Anja shakily nodded her head towards the syringe—a silent inquisition.  It was really all she could do. 

“It’s a powerful stimulant,” Helga told her. “It’s name is longer than my arm. I'm afraid you will be passing out anymore today.” Anja groaned as Helga retrieved the metal cane. “Shall we continue?” Anja’s tormentor asked. As if Anja had any choice in the matter. 

This torture continued throughout the morning.  Anja's breasts were whipped and caned continuously by the various items on Helga's torture table.  Helga was not content with just torturing Anja's breasts; she also caned Anja's thighs and muscular tummy.  She whipped and caned the tops of Anja's feet.  She used a high intensity cattle prod to shock Anja's tortured nipples and even Anja's crotch.  Anja endured the waves of an agonizing pain, unable to drift off to unconsciousness.  When Helga finally stopped Anja hung limply from her bonds, a bruised, twitching mass.  Her head hung down with her eyes closed, one thought swimming through her pain racked mind: She did not break me...

Anja raised her head and looked at her captor Helga.  She was seated at the table eating a bowl of fruit drinking a large glass of water.  A second glass of water sat on the table.  Anja unconsciously licked her dry lips. 

“You must be thirsty, Jungle Queen,” Helga remarked causally. “Would you like some water?” Anja only stared defiantly at her captor.  Helga smiled. “You know what you must do: beg. Why not? No one except me will ever know.  As I said before,” Helga said, “you will never leave this place. Never.”   

Anja shakily raised her head and said in a hoarse but defiant voice, “I will not”. 

“Suit yourself,” Helga said, her smile never leaving her lips as she picked up the second glass and tossed the water on the floor at Anja's feet.  Anja stared down at the small drops of water on the stone floor below her. 

“No rest for the wicked,” Helga said as she once again grabbed the strap from the table. 

Fear flowed through Anja's body as her sadistic captor moved towards her.  Instead of stopping in front of Anja Helga walked past her bound form to her rear.  Anja groaned quietly knowing what was coming next. 

Anja felt Helga's hand on her round bottom as Helga lifted Anja's tiny loincloth up exposing Anja's heart shaped bottom.  Anja felt Helga push the loincloth up and in a moment later pain exploded across Anja's round butt.  Anja received 100 swaps with the strap before Helga moved on to the metal cane.  Anja's perfect bottom then received 100 strikes from the painful instrument before Helga moved on to a large wooden paddle.  This instrument of torture required Helga to use two hands, increasing the power of each is swat. 

Anja continued to pull on  her bonds as wave after wave of pain crashed through her, the tight bondage never giving an inch.  As before Helga did not concentrate all her fury on Anja’s perfect bottom ; instead she whipped the backs of Anja's thighs and her muscular back as well.  This went on for what seemed like hours until finally Helga came back around in front of the Jungle Queen and sat in the chair.

“That was intense!” Helga said with a laugh as she wiped sweat from her brow. 

Anja could do nothing; her entire body was wracked in pain. 

“I guess it's time for the grand finale,” Helga said, ominously. 

Anja watched in horror as Helga lifted a bullwhip from the table below her.  An icy blade of fear thrust itself into Anja's heart as she watched the sadistic blond uncoil the brutal instrument.  Anja stared as Helga swung the whip around, causing it to crack loudly, a sharp, horrible sound that echoed off the walls. 

“I've been practicing,” Helga said, staring gleefully at her victim. “This should be fun.”

Anja could not take her frightened eyes off the long black whip.  Anja's body tensed uncontrollably, waiting for the inevitable strike.  Anja register the loud pop just milliseconds before she felt the exploding pain across her bottom.  Again the pain was so intense that it pulled the air from her lungs, denying her the ability to cry out.  Her mind overloaded when she heard the second crack of the whip as the jolt of intense pain rocketed from her right butt cheek to her brain.  Anja‘s body involuntarily tensed, attempting to prepare for the next blow, but it didn't come.  Opening her eyes Anja saw that Helga was again standing in front of her with the same sardonic smile on her face. 

“That really seem to hurt!” Helga said.  Anja only stared back at her. “You have anything to say?” Helga mused.  Anja continued to stare angrily at her tormentor.  Helga’s smile never faltered “As I said, it’s time for the grand finale.” 

Helga turned and took several steps back from where Anja hung and turned to face the jungle queen.  The whip rolled in her hand dropping loose to the floor.  Anja stared back, confused. 

“Those were just practice shots to get my aim just right,” Helga said, her lips curled into a leering grin. 

The realization of what was happening struck Anja in the head like club.  The evil blond was planning to bullwhip her breasts. 

“No!” Anja cried out as Helga shook out the black whip. Fear gripped her like icy fingers on her naked flesh.  She wanted to beg, anything to stop this. 

Helga stopped and stared at the jungle beauty. “Did you say something? 

Anja hung silent, lost in indecision. Finally she raised her head as high as she could and said, “I said ‘No’, you will not break me.” 

Helga’s smile faltered briefly, but was back when she let fly the first blow. The whip struck like a bullet against Anja's left breast just below the nipple.  The jungle queen cried out, the sound of her voice echoing to the mine shaft walls.  As a second blow struck she again cried out, the pain beyond agony, beyond anything she had ever experienced.  After the fifth blow, regardless of the stimulant coursing through her blood, Anja passed out.

When Anja woke, she realized that several hours had elapsed since her beating.  Her body was well on the way to healing itself.  She found that she was lying on a cave floor, her wrists bound to her ankles by a short rope.  As she experimented with bonds Helga emerged from a doorway. 

“I see we are healing nicely, that is a wonderful trick.  If someone could figure out that secret your body would be worth a fortune.” Helga watched disinterestedly as Anja struggled on the floor. “But I understand that your blood and cells have been tested and there's no way to duplicate your powers.  Real magic, they say!” Helga grinned. “At least it means I can torture you however I like, and within a few hours, you’re fresh and ready for the next round.”

Anja could not help shuddering at those words. Was this to be her existence from now on, tormented by this beautiful monster?

“All right, up on your knees,” Helga commanded.

Anja looked at her captor and saw that she was holding the cattle prod.  Anja struggled and was able to pull herself up onto her knees.  Helga reached down the rope connecting Anja's wrists and ankles.  Anja's mind erupted with thoughts of escape. 

“Maybe we need something to make you a little more compliant,” Helga said, as if reading Anja’s mind. 

Then Anja heard a beep on the collar she wore and was instantly unable to breathe.  Helga laughed.

“I just reduced your windpipe to one fourth its normal size.  That should be enough to keep you from passing out, but not much more.” 

Anja realized that without great effort  it was almost impossible to breathe.  Anja felt Helga’s arms lift her up so that she was standing, though bent over because of her bonds, in the center of the room.  Every thought Anja had was focused on getting air. 

“Now that you understand what I can do with the push of a button I will give you a little more air if you promise to be a good girl. Do you promise?”

Without thinking Anja eagerly nodded her head yes.  Helga, laughing, pressed a button on the remote increasing Anja's airflow to one third.  Anja still had to fight for breath but it was 100 times better than before. 

Helga stepped forward and snapped a leather leash to Anja's collar. “Come on jungle rabbit, hop for me, hop, hop!”

Anja had no choice but to follow the sadistic blond hopping into the adjacent room and no doubt to another diabolical torture session.