A Crack in the Foundation by C.M. Guidroz

Author:C.M. Guidroz [Guidroz, C.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-07-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

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She cries, snot dripping, and I realize I’m crying with her. I wipe away the tears of frustration pooling in my eyes. He won’t go through with it, right?

“Open wide, baby; you can do it. I’ve seen it. Stick out your tongue.” She slowly sticks out her tongue, her body shaking in fear. Clamping the end of her tongue with the small tongs, he pulls, stretching her soft pink tongue out of her mouth. I can hear her gagging and crying over Hanson's pleas. Eric places the small nail gun under her tongue with one hand while pulling the tongs with the other. A brief moment of silence fills the basement as if we all were holding our breaths in the hopes that he wouldn’t do it. Then, he sends the first nail up through the bottom of her tongue, and the room erupts in screams. I cover my ears, but my eyes are glued to the scene. I can see the sharp tip of the nail shining in the fluorescent light above her head. She screams the most gut-wrenching scream, and he holds on tight to the clamp.

“Don’t move, honey. I wouldn’t want to miss.” He sends another through the bottom of her tongue. Blood mixed with saliva falls from her mouth as he continues his assault. I lost count of the number of times he sent the small nails through the bottom of her swollen tongue. Finally, he lets her go once her tongue is full of sharp tips. Her tongue hangs heavy out of her mouth. “See, it wasn’t that bad. Right?” He pets her head. Her tongue looks like one of those wooden bats with all the spikes you see in movies. The top of her tongue is full of small, shiny, sharp tips as it hangs out of her mouth, dripping more blood and saliva down her chin.

“Now, Hanson, I know your hands are tied, so I’ll help a friend out. Stand up.” He says. I feel like I'm going to be sick as I swallow to make sure I don’t vomit in this closet.

“Fuck man, come on.” Hanson is crying harder now, and I don’t blame him. Eric doesn’t waste time putting the nail gun to his head.

“Come on, don’t ruin the fun. You're going to love this part.” Eric says with that sadistic smile. Hanson pulls on his chains, one last attempt to escape the chains holding him hostage before he stands up. Is he going to nail-gun his tongue too?

I cover my mouth and swallow the rising bile when Eric bends down and unbuckles Hanson’s pants. I know where this is going, and the vomit rises again as I force it down. God, please, don’t let this happen. Let me out of here! Eric pulls down Hanson’s pants with his boxers, exposing his dick.

“Wow, really? You chose this over me? Maybe he's a grower and not a shower, but I think I at least got him beat on girth.” He laughs out loud while Shelli continues to cry.

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