Date:          June 2005
Title:         Merciless Needles
Author:        Jeroen Verbeek, Copyright (C) 2005. All rights reserved.

Summary:       As a teenage boy I got punished by a dozen of acupuncture 
               needles.

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Merciless Needles


"Wake up," I heard, at first faintly, then stronger, as I swam up to the 
surface of consciousness. 
     Slowly, I became aware of my surroundings. I found myself bound on a 
steel table in some kind of a private torture room. My arms were strapped 
with leather bands across my wrists and just above my elbows. I tried to 
raise my head, but found it also secured to the table. My legs were 
similarly restricted at my ankles in a spread eagle manner. I was helpless, 
and a wave of panic crossed my face.
     "Now my dear, just relax."
     I looked at my mother dressed in a rather bizarre catsuit. The outfit 
accentuated her curves closely, although her conical leather breasts were 
impossible to ignore. The tips of her prominent nipples jutted through 
strategically placed openings, and bore heavy stainless rings. Her 
fetchingly made up face was almost cat-like, and her expression was the 
killer. Those eyes could never have been innocent, even as a child.
     A look of horror washed over my face as she opened a box to reveal a 
set of acupuncture needles within. After she'd carefully inspected the 
contents, she held up a shiny curved needle in front of her.
     "I enjoy pain." With these words she jammed the needle through her 
left nipple. Then she brutally twisted on it to make the hole big enough to 
get a second nipple ring in.
     "It feels great," she continued, picking up another needle. "Now it's 
your turn."
     I threw my head back and moaned in desperation, imagining the piece of 
steal buried in my flesh.
     "Look," I said with a weak, pleading sort of voice. "I don't think 
this is a good idea."
     "Just try to relax," she said, and a split second later I was greeted 
with a sharp sting that coursed through my chest.
     I let out with a yell in answer to the pain. But she cruelly stabbed 
another needle in my upper body. And another. I thought I was going to pass 
out. My pulse roared in my ears. The pain was excruciating.
     "Please, stop!" I screamed. Pain racked my whole body and I tried in 
vain to escape my relentless torment. This was absolutely the cruelest and 
unusual punishment a teenage boy could get.
     After several more needles, I was dazed, glistening with perspiration. 
My upper body dripped sweat and occasional blood droplets. I was a human 
pincushion. Needles were inserted all over my body.
     "Oh my, you look so pretty now with all your decorations," my mother 
said. 
     I had somewhat recovered, and noticed the box was empty. I sighed in 
relief, watching a dozen of acupuncture needles sticking out of my chest. 
Spots of blood were also flecked here and there, showing off the agony of 
my assault.
     "Now I have other needles to try..."
     A skin-chilling jolt of adrenaline helped me upward an inch. My body 
arched like a bow. Nausea rose again. I winced, gritting my teeth against 
the pain, praying for it to be over. Then suddenly it came again, the pain 
greater this time, the needles striking not once but twice, a double-slash. 
I screamed even louder than before. Every inch of my body burned like I was 
immersed in boiling water.
     "Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?"
     "No!" I cried as the pain intensified again.
     I had almost blacked out from the last attack of cramps, and wavered 
on the edge of consciousness. If it got any worse I would faint. God, I 
hated those merciless needles.

A mosquito buzzing in my ear awoke my conscious mind, and I blinked my eyes 
as reality returned to me. Scratching away at three new bites that some 
opportunistic mosquitoes made, I realized that I was already stung a 
hundred times by those creepy bloodsuckers. My entire body felt heavy to 
the point of bursting. It hurt, and it hurt badly. Every bite was an ugly 
dark red welt on my very fair skin. They had feasted on me, and the itching 
would be a continuing torment and a reminder to me for many days. Now I 
feel I'm punished enough for nagging my younger brother. Thanks to my mom!



The End




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