Kelly’s face was a mask of pure agony. Her features were twisted and contorted, her mouth hanging open as broken, miserable sobs poured out of her. Thick tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with dried vomit, saliva, and blood, leaving long, glistening trails across her skin. Her once-pretty face, the same one that had earned her money and attention in front of cameras, was now swollen, blotchy, and streaked with ruin. Her eyes were wide and bloodshot, the whites completely red from the strain of screaming and crying. They darted around frantically, filled with terror and disbelief, as if she still couldn’t fully process what had been done to her. Every few seconds her eyelids would flutter, heavy with exhaustion, before another wave of pain forced them open again. Her entire body trembled violently in the chains. The muscles in her arms, legs, and stomach twitched and spasmed uncontrollably, the raw, skinless patches on her thighs and upper arms quivering with every sob. Her chest heaved in ragged, shallow breaths, her small tits rising and falling rapidly as she fought to stay conscious through the overwhelming pain radiating from her lower body. The former beauty that had defined her career was gone. Her once-smooth skin was now marred by burns, blood, and open wounds. Her blonde hair hung in sweaty, matted clumps around her face, and the elegant, seductive expression she had perfected for the camera had been replaced by raw, animalistic suffering. What remained was a broken, desperate woman whose body had been systematically destroyed. Every sob that escaped her lips carried the weight of her loss — not just of her body, but of the pretty, desirable image she had built her entire identity around. Her shoulders shook with the force of her crying, and her head hung forward in utter defeat, the last remnants of her pornstar confidence completely shattered.

The Snatcher snapped her fingers sharply. In an instant, the chains vanished into thin air. Kelly’s body dropped without warning, crashing hard onto the cold stone floor. A broken cry escaped her as the sudden impact sent fresh waves of agony through her pierced wrists and ankles. She tried to push herself up, and although the hooks were gone from her wrists and ankles, but the wounds made it impossible to bear any weight. Her arms gave out immediately, and she collapsed forward, curling into a tight fetal position with her ruined, smoking asshole pointed directly toward the Snatcher. The Snatcher watched her for a moment before waving her hand lazily. From the floor in front of Kelly, a tall, obsidian-black cock began to rise from the ground. It stood 120 centimeters high — nearly four feet tall — narrow and tapered at the tip but gradually thickening toward the base, where it was embedded firmly into the stone. The surface had a glossy, almost glassy texture, dark and menacing under the dim light.

“Get over there,” the Snatcher ordered coldly. “Crawl to that cock and start sucking the tip.”

Kelly let out a weak, miserable sob. Her wrists and one ankle were completely useless. She tried to rise onto her knees, but the pain forced her back down. With no other choice, she began dragging herself forward on her elbows and functioning knees, keeping her body awkwardly angled so her raw, skinless thighs and arms wouldn’t drag against the floor. Every movement was slow and agonizing, her breathing coming in short, pained gasps. The obsidian cock loomed ahead of her, impossibly tall compared to her exhausted, broken form. Kelly inched closer on her elbows and knee, her body trembling with every inch she gained. Her ruined asshole continued to smoke faintly, small wisps rising from the blackened, metal-filled prolapse as she crawled. When she finally reached the base of the massive obsidian cock, she tried to pull herself up. Her knee slipped on the stone as she strained to rise high enough to reach the tapered tip with her mouth. Her arms shook violently from the effort. For a brief moment she managed to get her face near the head, her lips parting weakly as she attempted to obey. But her strength gave out completely. Her arms buckled and she collapsed forward, her face pressing against the thick base of the obsidian cock as she fell back down. She lay there panting, her body curled at the foot of the massive shaft, too exhausted and broken to even attempt rising again.

The Snatcher snapped her fingers again. The stone floor surrounding the tall obsidian shaft began to heat rapidly, the surface turning from gray to a dull red before glowing brighter with each passing second. Within moments, the area around the base of the massive cock had become a circle of searing, red-hot stone. Wisps of smoke rose from the floor as the heat intensified.

Kelly was still curled at the base of the shaft when the burning began. She let out a sharp, agonized cry as the heat reached her already damaged skin. The men stepped closer, standing on either side of the glowing circle, ready to kick her back if she tried to crawl away.

“Mount the shaft with your cunt if you want to live,” the Snatcher said coldly from her chair. “Otherwise you’ll burn to death right there.”

Kelly’s eyes widened in fresh terror. She tried to push herself up, but the moment her elbows and knee touched the glowing stone, she screamed as her skin blistered instantly. The heat was unbearable. She frantically pulled her limbs back, but there was nowhere to go. The two men stood like guards, and any attempt to crawl outside the circle earned her a hard kick that sent her sprawling back onto the burning floor. Desperate, Kelly began to drag herself toward the obsidian shaft. Her feet and shins were the first to suffer. As she tried to get her knees under her, the glowing stone scorched the bottoms of her feet, blistering and blackening the skin within seconds. She cried out and collapsed again, her ass and the backs of her thighs pressing against the hot floor. The already ruined, burned flesh around her asshole sizzled as it made contact with the stone. Every movement was pure agony. Her shins blistered and cracked, the pain making her vision blur.

She tried to pull herself up. The heat had become so intense that even the air around the shaft felt like it was burning her lungs. She grabbed the smooth, dark surface with her damaged hands and tried to climb, but her strength was failing. Her burned feet slipped on the hot stone, sending fresh waves of pain through her body. Kelly sobbed and struggled, pressing her body against the shaft as she tried to lift herself. The obsidian was cool compared to the floor, giving her a brief moment of relief. She wrapped her arms around the thick base and used what little strength she had left to pull her body upward. Her burned ass and thighs scraped against the stone as she rose, leaving raw, blistered skin behind. With enormous effort, she managed to get one burned foot onto the base of the shaft, then the other. The pain was excruciating, but she forced herself higher, her body shaking violently. The tall obsidian cock loomed above her. She reached up, gripping the smooth surface, and began to climb using her arms and the last of her remaining leg strength.

Slowly, painfully, Kelly pulled herself up the shaft. Her burned arms trembled as she dragged her body higher, the obsidian pressing against her stomach and chest. When she was high enough, she positioned herself over the tapered tip and began to lower herself. The head of the massive obsidian cock pressed against her cunt, and with a broken, guttural scream, she forced herself down onto it. The thick shaft stretched her brutally as she sank lower, inch by inch. Her burned thighs quivered as she tried to control her descent. The pain from both the impalement and the glowing floor beneath her was overwhelming. She felt sliding down, taking more of the obsidian cock into her cunt. Kelly hung impaled on the tall shaft, her body shaking with sobs. Her burned feet dangled in the air, no longer touching the glowing floor. The obsidian cock was buried deep inside her, stretching her cunt painfully wide while her ruined, smoking asshole remained exposed behind her. She had escaped the worst of the heat, but now she was trapped in a new, agonizing position — suspended on the massive shaft with her arms and legs too damaged to climb down or escape or even block the shaft from sliding as deep inside her as her anatomy let it.

The Snatcher rose from her chair where she took a short rest and began a slow, deliberate circle around the tall obsidian shaft. The heating floor was gone by now. Her eyes moved over Kelly’s broken form with cold, clinical interest, taking in every detail of the destruction she had inflicted. The once-pretty pornstar now hung impaled on the massive black cock, her body trembling with exhaustion and pain. The Snatcher paused at different angles, studying the damage with a faint, satisfied smile. Kelly’s arms and thighs were the most visibly mutilated. Long, raw strips of skin had been peeled away from both upper arms and both thighs, leaving behind glistening, exposed muscle streaked with patches of yellow fat. The wounds had begun to dry and crust at the edges, but fresh blood still seeped from where the skin had been torn. The contrast between the remaining pale skin and the deep red, glistening meat beneath was grotesque.

Her feet and shins were heavily burned. The soles of her feet were blackened and blistered, with layers of skin peeled away from the intense heat of the glowing floor. Her shins were covered in angry red burns and burst blisters, the skin cracked and weeping. The backs of her thighs and her ass cheeks also bore severe burns, the already ruined flesh around her asshole now charred and blackened from the molten lead and the hot stone. The most horrific sight was between her legs. Her asshole had been reduced to a ruined, prolapsed crater. The once-pink ring of muscle was now a blackened, swollen mass of burned tissue, partially encased in hardened gray lead that had fused with the charred flesh. The prolapse remained pushed outward, the tissue cracked and smoking faintly. Behind it, her cunt was stretched wide around the thick obsidian shaft, the lips red and swollen from the brutal impalement. Her wrists and ankles were torn and bloody from the hooks that had once held her suspended. The wounds were deep, the metal having torn through muscle and tendon. Dried blood crusted around the punctures, and her hands and feet hung limply, clearly unable to support any weight.

The Snatcher continued her slow walk, her gaze moving up to Kelly’s face. The blonde’s features were contorted in constant pain, her eyes red and swollen from crying, her lips cracked and trembling. Her once-beautiful body, the same one that had earned her money through its eager participation in extreme scenes, was now a map of suffering — skinned, burned, impaled, and permanently ruined. The Snatcher stopped directly in front of her, tilting her head as she looked up at the broken woman hanging on the shaft. Kelly’s entire body radiated agony and defeat, her former beauty now nothing more than a distant memory buried beneath layers of torture and mutilation.

“Speak,” she ordered. “Tell me how big of a whore you were. Tell me how much you liked sucking cock, swallowing cum, puking on cocks, getting DP’d, and taking two cocks in your ass at the same time. Explain why they called you Kelly Fucking Wells. Tell me how you became such a filthy porn slut. And do it properly — or I’ll start peeling what little skin you have left.”

Kelly’s face crumpled. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as she tried to find her voice. Her words came out broken, thick with sobs and trembling.