With her head stuffed in that filthy bag, struggling just to keep her balance, Kriss was totally disoriented. Her entire mind was concentrated on staying upright and bringing fresh air to her craving lungs. Her left leg was throbbing from her heel to her calve and just resting her weight on it was increasing the pain.<br/><br/>At some point, they stopped and Kriss fell to her knees. She thought they had at last reached their destination and they would leave her alone. This brought her some relief. The streets were dangerous, but now they seemed rather innocuous after what she had been subjected to in the hands of the Patricks.<br/><br/>When she felt hands holding her head still, she knew she was mistaken.<br/><br/><strong>"What the fuck are you dooooAAAAAAAAAOOOOWWWW!!!!"</strong>Something was poking against her left ear lobe and pushing harder and harder.<strong>"Stoooooop!!!!"</strong>she screamed as the sensitive piece of flesh suddenly yielded to the rusty piece of wire.<br/><br/>The sharp pain brought tears to her eyes and she was glad that her face was hidden under the bag. More pain came as the wire was threaded through her flesh and her lobe was carelessly yanked and stretched in all directions. She felt a warm rivulet dribble down her neck. Blood, probably.<br/><br/>Then the arm that was braced around her skull shifted and tightened even more, bending her head backwards until its back was resting against the yoke. She could not move it at all. A smell of sweat and filth invaded her flaring nostrils as a man's chest was bare inched from her face. She began to panic when she felt fingers groping her nose, and then something sharp scratching against her septum. They are going to pierce my nose! she realised, her heart clenching at the thought.<em>That can't be true! That's too much!</em><br/><br/>Again she tried to struggle, to kick and twist her torso. But, kneeling on the floor and with the yoke firmly held at both ends, she was completely helpless. She felt a boot pressing on her charred heel, causing a jolt of agony to shoot up her leg.<br/><br/><strong>"Stop struggling or I press harder!"</strong>she heard.<br/><br/>Her mind blanked by pain, she froze, holding her breath, only to relax when the foot left her raw wound. Almost at the same moment, the wire was pushed through her septum, with a sickening sound of ground cartilage. A sharp pain exploded in her nose, invading her whole face, throbbing and causing her eyes to fill with tears. More pain followed as the wire was threaded and twisted in a complex way she could not even see. There was constant pulling on her nose, which we could neither anticipate, nor follow as her head was kept totally immobile.<br/><br/>After more pain in her second ear, Kriss' face as was at last released, leaving her in a blur of pain. Her septum was causing her the most agony and it was not left alone as she felt something being bound to her nose ring. She was pulled up back on her feet and then she felt a sharp tug on her septum. She bent herslef to ease the pull and stumbled forward, almost carried away by the heavy yoke. To recover her balance, she had to step hard on her wounded heel, which made her moan in pain again.<br/><br/>Unknown to the men, she was crying abundantly under the bag. The constant pain in her nose was causing an automatic reaction from her lachrymal glands. It was also causing mucus to accumulate in her bloodied nose, which prevented her from breathing through her nose. She had to keep her mouth gaping and her laboured breathing was hissing through her constricted wind pipe.<br/><br/>She was totally lost when she was brutally thrown against some cold stone. Her branded belly ground against it while he torso, weighed down by the yoke, landed against some metallic object. It was cold against her skin. Her breasts, still covered by her black sport bra, were straddling the ice-cold rail. More tugging of her nose, more pain up her skull, and she was secured down, bent at the waist, doubly pinned down by the nose wire and by the weight of the yoke. She was panting heavily.<br/><br/>She knew what was going to happen and was not surprised when her pants and panties were pulled down. Her baggy pants immediately fell to her ankles while her black panties remained stuck at knee level. She was crying with rage and humiliation. She was about to be gang-banged for the second time of her life, and she was totally powerless to prevent it. She bit her lower lip and clenched her eyes closed. Hopefully they would do it quickly and then leave her alone at last...