186 Days

"Please, please, take them out!" She screamed with the kind of sound that would shrill anyone into sheer fright.

No eloquent solution seemed to come inside her mind, she had to give in and give in she would. The top of her forehead was laced with sweat, tiny beads to wrinkle her flesh. Across from her she knew what was happening. She knew what she had done, and she wondered if her own madness would descend on top of her brother’s life as well. The Keeper began to run her fingers all over her breasts. She rolled Jessica’s nipples and began to play with them. They were like tiny chords and they were being played to perfection. She maintained just the right amount of pleasure and pain.

"Perhaps this is too high a level Mrs. Devon? I think the pain is too much for you isn’t it? Perhaps we should go back to the flogging?"

"I ohhhh…I…yes please too much." The words crept out of Jessica’s throat as if a crackle of fire would spit all over the Keeper.

"Now, tell me, shall I remove them from him?" Keeper pointed to her brother and the apparent predicament of his castration.

"Noooo…naannooo…please let him go, release him please!" She begged with a whine and a feeling of despair.

"I am really surprised at you. Even after all he did to you and how you are today, you would let him go free?" A surprise expression like a shadow of dark color came over Keeper.

"Ppppplease, yes, let him go now." Another whimper and it was done.

"Release him Tanya, and do take good care of him." Keeper’s face looked very sinister.

"Yes Ma’am."

"You like this, don’t you? When I play with your nipples just enough it keeps some of the pain at bay doesn’t it?" Keeper suggested.

"Yes….emmm…yyyes I like this."

"Why don’t you beg me like a proper slut would Mrs. Devon? I think I should call you slut now? You are acting in certain ways like a slut now, aren’t you?"

"Pppplease, I can’t. No more, don’t!"

"But we have just begun to intensify Slut. Perhaps you wish to just go back to the flogging you got during the beginning of the week? Remember, you have signed for six months, and we cannot welsh on your training can we?"

"Ohhhhh please!"

"Oh please what, slut? Oh please, please play some more with my nasty nipples, hem? Is that what my naughty little girl really wants? Do you want me to squeeze them and pinch them and roll them around with my fingers?"

Part of her senses said no, but the wanton expression of lust crept all over her eyes. She could not raise her hands but if she could she would gladly reach up and play the nasties with her firm, round breasts. Oh how her mind wanted her hands to touch something: the needles, or her breasts, and maybe even her lustful pussy. It was betraying her with wetness. "Did she enjoy the pain so much that she would endure it for that wet, juicy madness between her legs?" She wondered, and still her eyes fixated on Mistress Rodan’s. She copulated with her in a sense that eyes met eyes and bored deep into that window-soul that she longed to have touched. She needed the pain. She wanted it. She loved every minute of it!

"Can Jessica Devon say titties…big, round, slutty-hot titties for Mistress?"

"ohhhhh, emmm, I iii nnnoo ppplease…"

"Say it Slut, you are a slut that wants her titties fondled and played with by a woman. Your marriage means nothing to you. You need my fingers on your tits. You need me squeezing them and you need me poking that deep, red, pregnant-wanting belly of yours. They are big, round, slutty-hot titties, aren’t they Mrs. Devon-Slut?"

"Yyyes, big, round, slutty-hot titties emememm…"

Her lust was taking over. The pain of the needles was beginning to subside and a new pain was taking over. The constant rubbing of her nipples and breasts were beginning to create an unending joy that she had to fulfill. She wanted to cum. She wanted her wet juices all over the table. She stretched her belly outward. The thoughts of being pregnant had rushed through her mind like a stubborn knife. Her husband had never been able to get her pregnant and how she longed for it. She wanted it so deeply. She had a lewd sexual feeling when thinking of her belly stretched out and ready to drop. She began to remember and to ponder…

"Hello, Mrs. Devon, do you wish to use the couch or just the seat?"

Dr. Cantor pulled on the bottom of her earlobe as if she were scratching an itch.

"The seat is fine Doctor." Her expression seemed anything but fine.

"Good, good, now what seems to be troubling you." She moved her chair up and pulled out a notebook and relaxed in her seat.

"I am not sure how to um start this." Jessica seemed fidgety.

"Begin anywhere you want. Tell me anything that is bothering you right off the top of your head. We must start somewhere."

"Well I guess…I guess it all started when I was about ten."

"Yes, go on."

"You see my brother is a very strange fellow."

"In what way is he strange Mrs. Devon?"

"He, well, he likes to seduce women into becoming pain sluts."

The doctor paused a bit. She carefully refrained from dropping her lower jaw. It was a sudden shock to hear it come out like that,

"And what does this have to do with your being ten years old?"

She got right back on track.

"Well," Jessica cleared her throat, " we were both in sixth grade, even though I was a year older than him, and there was this really nice art teacher we had. She was real pretty and I knew that Jake liked her. One day he came over to me and whispered something in my ear.

"What was it?" The doctor listened intently.

"He said I wonder what it would be like to lift up her skirt and see her butt naked in front of all of us."

"And what did you say?" Elizabeth Cantor crossed her legs again, adjusting her impeccable black business suit. She tightened her skirt down.

"Well, I said that he was being naughty, thinking such thoughts."

"Go on."

"Then he told me to put this pencil tight against the desk and then tight against my stomach. He told me to push down real hard on it with my stomach. He told me to leave it there for a few minutes and just stare at the teacher." Dr. Cantor’s eyes grew wide,

"And you did this?"

"I don’t know why I did it really. I was young you know and I was curious as to why he wanted me to do it."

"So you are saying that your brother is sadistic?"

"That’s not all. The weird thing about it is that I liked doing it."

"You got a rush from it?"

"Yes, something sexual, like I was pretending the teacher was doing it to me somehow."

"How long did you do this Mrs. Devon?"

"I guess for about ten minutes. When I stopped I lifted up my sweater and looked at my belly. There was this pencil imprint from the tip that made a round grayish-red circle under my belly button."

"Mrs. Devon…"

"Call me Jessica."

"Jessica, was it the pain or the woman that turned you on more?"

"Both really."

"So, have you always been attracted to women then?" Dr. Cantor looked directly into Jessica’s eyes to make good contact to see something in her, like an expression of truth.

"Well I wasn’t always a lesbian doctor, that actually developed later on after my brother turned me into a pain slut."

Elizabeth shook her head at the remark. It was obvious that Jessica’s brother did something to the poor girl to stir all those feelings in her. She was eager to find out more and if the lasting impression had done irreversible damage to the woman’s psyche.

"How old are you right now Jessica?"

"Twenty eight."

"Why have you had the sudden need to tell this story now and what exactly is it that is bothering you specifically?"

"I, um, it is just," she looked away and then back, "that I don’t think I can come anymore without pain."

"So it is this aspect that is bothering you the most?"

"Yes, I think so." Jessica put her hand to her breast without even thinking about it. The doctor took full note of it.

"You feel a compulsive need to do things that will bring you pain?"

"Yes that’s it."

"I would like to start you on Prozac. It tends to have a positive effect on compulsive disorders." She began to write out a prescription.

"Oh no doctor I do not want to get hooked on drugs."

"Do you want me to help you or not Jessica?" Dr. Cantor was firm.

"Well yes but…"

"Then just do as I say."

"Your hubby never gave this to you, did he Slut? Perhaps that is why you were so inspired to write him that nasty note we told you to, saying you needed to separate from him for a few months? At Painful Pleasures we always deliver Slut." Keeper, Mistress Rodan peered down at her prey.

"Noooo, emmmm."

"That’s it just go with it. Push, push, push that blood all the way down and get that pussy nice and wet for me."

Mistress moved down to Jessica’s wet loins and began to finger her clit. It was big and moist. She rubbed it back and forth and fondled it with her two fingers. She would stretch it and then roll it over and over again. Each time she did this more juice would begin to drip down.

"Oh yes, Slut, I can tell you love what I am doing. Did you ever dream that you would be on a table with needles in your stomach and some strange woman fondling your pussy while you are tied down and helpless? Well, did you Slut?"

"No, I….emmmmm…oh god I can’t take much more."

"Beg me, you know how to do it Mrs. Devon-Slut. Beg me to let your pussy juice come." She rubbed her even faster.

"Ppplease, please Mistress, make me cum I need to cum now…"

"Ah, but not just yet my little Slut." Mistress moved over to her toys and picked up a clothespin. "Now I want your clit to stay nice and extended for me so I am putting this right on it. Why don’t you be a good cunt and thank me for it?" She slapped her crotch beneath her clit.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, ehehehheeheh….thtthank you Mistress."

"Louder cunt and tell me exactly what I did to you!"

"T…thank you for putting a clothespin on my ccclit….ohhhhh."

Jessica was really hot. She was trying to ride up and down on the clothespin. Every time she tried Mistress would slap her pussy again. From time to time she would slap it several times while yelling out "Bad girl, bad girl!" She was relentless. Occasionally she would push some of the needles in deeper. The ride seemed to go on and on. Sweat began to develop all over Jessica’s body.

"Now for those lovely breasts of yours." Mistress gave her a nasty smile. She took out some rope and put the two ends together. She wrapped the rope (doubled up) around the top of the woman’s breasts and slipped the ends through the remaining loop and tugged it tightly. She took the ends and knotted them and cut the remainder off with some shears. She proceeded to do the same with the bottom half of her breasts and wrapped them tightly. Jessica’s breasts were hanging down nicely all over the bottom portion of the ropes. The top portion was pushing them outward like tight balloons. She took two more clothespins and put one on each erect nipple. She rubbed them back and forth a few times. "Isn’t that just lovely now Slut, such firm and erect nipples. Look at how they want to just point out to me. If it wasn’t for the pins they wouldn’t sag at all would they Slut?"

"Nnnnnnooo!"

Mistress moved over toward her head and gripped her chin,

"Stick your tongue out, that’s it Slut, nice and wide for me." She took another clothespin and stuck it on her tongue. "There, now you got one on top and below too, aren’t you a lucky girl." She laughed, and then she cut off a long piece of string and began to thread the clothespin in Jessica’s mouth. She ran the string tightly down to the one on her clit and threaded that one too. She made sure it was very tight.

"Clamp your mouth down on that clothespin Slut. We don’t want it slipping off."

"Elelreeelph…" was all Jessica could say.

"Nice of you to wake up bad boy!" Tara gave him a hard slap to the face.

"My, my, but you are in quite a predicament now aren’t you?"

"Fuck off bitch!" Jake spit in her face.

"You will pay for that later." She took her hand and picked off the spit and tossed her fingers out and flicked them. "Oh no, don’t try to move it would be futile."

His arms were tied behind his back and long pink mittens were attached to his hands. A rope provided extra security around his mid-section and was tied tightly to a bolt behind him that was on the wall. Two metal pins were pried through his stomach on each side of his belly button. Each pin was tied to a rope that was bolted tightly to the ceiling, which in turn kept him on the tips of his toes. His ankles were chained to the floor. If he made any quick or sharp movements his stomach flesh would be torn right off. In addition to one large tube attached to two bottles containing fluids of some kind, there also was an oxygen tank connected to it. The main tube had a six-inch penis gag attached to it. The tube remained hanging in front of him. The only piece of clothing on his body was a pink diaper wrapped around his crotch.

Tara walked right up to him and pulled up his chin,

"Open up your mouth, bitch!"

"Fuck you!" He said.

She pinched his nostrils so he would be forced to open up for her,

"That’s a boy, wwwhwhwhwhththhooot!" She spit right into his mouth. "Now, swallow!"

"Mmpphh, nommphrh." He gagged while she clamped down his mouth by squeezing his nose and chin together with one hand. Then she rubbed up and down his windpipe, coaxing him to swallow her spit. She repeated the process three more times.

"Silly boy, I told you that you would pay for your spitting, care to spit at me some more?" Tara’s eyes looked mean and vicious. It was as if she was hoping he would do it again.

Jake was silent but his anger was boiling.

"Good, now we can continue with your training. The large glass wall that you see in front of you is to give you a better view of the brand new body you will be getting. Also, when you look at it you will know that I am right in back of it watching you as well, and who knows who else will be there too. We will be filming your degradation, and soon enough you will start to call me Mommy." Her smirk was one of disgust.

"You fucking bitch, when I get out of here you will truly know what pain is like!"

Tara quickly slapped his jaw and held it with her hand,

"Is that right little man? I don’t think you will be doing that anymore. You see that is why you are here right now. I am going to be pumping you with a strong diuretic and a nice dose of hormones, the female ones of course. We are going to change your makeup, Baby Joyce. When I am done with you, you will be a babbling three-year-old! You see, along with this pain and pleasure you are going to be slowly regressed back to babyhood."

She reached for the penis gag and attached the harness that went with it. She pinched his nose again and pushed it into his mouth. She secured the harness around his head so it could not come out. She hooked up a heavy chain to the back of the harness,

"Oh, by the way darling, that chain is attached to an automatic pulley. It is designed to pull your head back just enough to see the show above you. You will be watching the beautiful colors swirl while I caress your mind with my lovely words. If you close your eyes that little electric implant we put in your neck screams gaga, but of course you will be talking that way soon enough anyway. Incidentally, that thing you feel up your ass is a tampon, oh yes, string and all. My girlie girl has to learn now doesn’t she, sweetums." With that she attached a headset over the harness and secured it to his ears, "Now just sit back and enjoy the show." Tara left Jake alone.

All his life he had messed around with women and pried them away from hidden desires. He would take them and use them and discard them. He never thought about the consequences. Now his life was on the line or at the least the very being of his current existence. The shock to his senses was like a ripple in the fabric of space, but no, this was his space, his region, his being, and now it was about to be torn apart from him. His only hope now was that his mind could be strong enough to withstand the programming he was about to endure. Jake was about to begin his journey into madness.

"Would you like a glass of water, Mrs. Devon?"

"No thank you I am fine." Jessica wiped some sweat off her brow.

"Good, then let us continue."

"Well I remember another time he wanted to play cowboys and indians. I laughed at him cause I thought we were too old for such stuff. Well perhaps I was feeling older anyway. It was the worst mistake of my life. He took the rope he had, and after punching me in the stomach, he pushed me on the floor and hog-tied me, but it didn’t stop there." Dr. Cantor began to squirm in her seat some,

"Continue." She said.

"Then he cut off some rope and tied my mouth with it tightly around my head. He attached the back of my head to the hog-tie and left me there for two hours. I thought I would die. That was when I learned never ever to laugh at my brother any more. You look like you could use some water Dr. Cantor?"

"Umm, yes, you are right. We could both use some." Elizabeth rang for her secretary to bring in two cups from the water cooler. Jessica had just painted a severe picture in the doctor’s mind. It was one that just seemed to stick in there. This was the first time she had dealt with a patient that had such sadomasochistic tendencies. She already realized long ago that the brother was the one with the real problems, but for the moment, she had to stabilize Jessica.

"Do you feel a bit better now Jessica?"

"Yes, don’t you, doctor?" She smiled. They both did.

"So what happened after he released you?" Dr. Cantor swirled the water around in her cup.

"I had an orgasm doctor." Jessica gave more of a smirk than just a grin.

"So, you are saying that you enjoyed your brother tying you up that way?"

"I certainly didn’t think I would, but I would be lying to you if I said otherwise."

"How old were you when he did that to you?"

"Oh only about thirteen."

"My god." The doctor took another sip of her water. "I think that is enough for today, Jessica. Please make a follow up appointment for next week okay."

"Okay Doctor."

Mistress Rodan had left Jessica to ponder her situation for half an hour. The pain that began to take over was directly on her tongue. The clothespin was cutting into her. It felt like a hot blade melting an impression into it. She tried to shake it off and get it loose but that only managed to make the pain increase. After a while she could not even begin to contemplate shaking it off of her tongue. Meanwhile her body was beginning to convulse from having gone from small to giant orgasms and multiple ones. He clit felt like it was being drained from the clothespin attached to it. It was almost as if she were an orange down there being squeezed and squeezed. Her breasts had turned to different shades of red and even some numbness began to set in. Her stomach felt on fire with the needles constantly gnawing at her, but even this was starting to get numb.

Mistress strode in, "A penny for your thoughts? Oh but that’s right you cannot speak right now." She cackled.

"Ttehek oooff!" Jessica screamed.

"What was that dear?"

"Lethtthh offff." She yelled again.

"Was that take it off?"

"Yethth."

"You mean take off my clothes and spread my legs nice and wide for you so I can show you how hot and juicy my pussy gets while watching you suffer. Is that it?" Mistress was playing with her mind.

"llttnno!"

"I guess not dear. Hem, I think you mean for me to remove one of the clothespins, yes?" She smirked.

"Yethth."

"Good girl, well, I guess I will, but I want to play a little game with you. You must choose either A, B, C, or D. One of those letters will represent a clothespin that is attached to your tongue, breasts, or pussy. Now, since you can hardly talk Mrs. Devon-Slut, I want you to raise your left hand once for A and twice for B. Increase the number for C and D. I know it will be hard with your wrists all tied up, but you can do it. You have created some slack there with all your struggling. Begin Slut, choose a letter!"

Jessica slowly raised her left hand only once. She was thinking logically that her tongue was A and her breasts were B and so forth, but that did not mean that Mistress was thinking that way. Keeper could think anyway she wanted to and could even change her thoughts just to continue to play with her new pain slut. It was a win/win situation for Mistress Rodan and a lose/lose situation for Jessica,

"Well how nice of you to choose your right breast. I will gladly remove the clothespin from it. You have three more choices but only one more try."" Jessica raised her left hand twice for B. "Well done. My, but you are an intelligent one. One out of two is not bad. Your tongue-

clothespin will be removed. Yes, I was thinking clockwise dear, right breast to tongue to left breast to pussy. Such a good girl." Mistress gave her a false laugh. "Good deeds must be rewarded. You have had enough for today. I am removing the pins and the ropes and the remaining clothespins. It’s time for you to have a bath and rest up for tomorrow Slut."

The minute Mistress removed all the restraining ropes Jessica bolted for the door. She had enough and was making for escape. The door was not locked and she ran down a dingy hallway. At the end were two very muscular men. They did not hit her in any way, but they swept her off her feet and carried her by each arm right back to the room. They dropped her back on her feet and stayed by the door.

"That is most disappointing Mrs. Devon-Slut!" Mistress shouted with emphasis.

"Please, I don’t want this any more. I want out. Please let me go. I made a mistake. Perhaps I am not into this much pain. Please release me." Jessica was begging now.

"Did you forget your contract, Slut?" She spoke to one of the guards,

"Jeremy, go to my office and bring me a copy of her contract."

"Yes Keeper."

"Fuck you and your contract!" Jessica shouted.

"I doubt that sweetie. However, I can arrange for you to fuck your contract if you wish?" Mistress got that mean look again and Jessica’s eyes spread really wide. "Remember, you willfully signed yourself into this clinic in front of a notary."

"This is not a real clinic and that contract would never hold up legally in court and you know it!" Jessica asserted.

"You may have some grounds for that Slut. I will give you that one, but at this point, who the fuck cares. Painful Pleasures fulfills contracts and I see to it that they are carried out no matter what the true legality is. Chain her to the wall gentlemen."

"Yes Keeper." Both men said in unison.

Once again Jessica was lifted off her feet. She struggled fruitlessly. They quickly strung her up against the wall and had her spread eagle by tightly secured chains to the wall.

"Good. Jeremy hold up the contract in front of her face but do not block her view to our cameras. "You are going to read your contract for our viewing audience now."

"I am not reading nothing." Jessica said firmly.

Mistress walked back over to the table and picked up one of the clothespins,

"You will read it Mrs. Devon-Slut or I will stick this clothespin on your tongue again, and this time it will be for one whole hour." She squeezed it open and approached her.

"Wait!" Jessica said in panic.

"Yes, speak up." Mistress cajoled her.

"I…I…I will read it."

"Good girl. Now do it with a big smile Mrs. Devon-Slut." Mistress put on her own phony smile to show her how to do it.

The resignation in Jessica’s voice seemed to be one of finality. She suddenly realized just how hardcore this woman was. She cursed herself for becoming a prisoner of her own lust and passions. She also cursed her brother for turning her onto these strange sensations. Mistress Rodan was pushing her buttons, but now she knew that there was only the need to satisfy an audience. She was like a new toy readied for the market and being tested in front of an audience of horny men and women who get off on seeing other people in sexual agony. She sort of tilted her head down in shame and began to read it,

"I, the Enrollee, Jessica Lynn Devon, do hereby relinquish my rights over to Painful Pleasures for the duration of six months, at which time I will be under the strict care of the Enroller, Keeper, Mistress Rodan, and to anyone else that she sees fit to control me. I understand, fully, that I am being trained in this clinic to be a complete pain slut, and willfully give up my body to whatever pain my Keeper deems fit in order to facilitate my most impassioned orgasms. The methods of bondage, humiliation, degradation, mind control, psychological manipulation, sadomasochism, and torture may be used to further this endeavor as well as any other methods that my said Keeper demands. I have written a letter to my husband, Eric Thomas Devon, at the request of Painful Pleasures to state my need to separate from him for a while. I openly admit my full cooperation in this venture and to an area of an undisclosed source. I will be trained by whatever methods are needed to bring me to a full state of arousal, especially pain, which is my preferred method of discourse in creating my sexual stimulation. I also agree to the complete filming of my stay here for a viewing audience that will pay to see completed tapes of my training. I fully adhere to this contract as binding and unchangeable until said time limit of six months is up or my Keeper feels that release is warranted due to a life-threatening situation. Should I die unknowingly, I have provided two names of persons that will take my place. Said persons can in fact be trained simultaneously, while I am in training, as preparation in the event that I may disappoint my audience with my death. I, the Enrollee, Jessica Lynn Devon, no longer control my life. My life is controlled by the Enroller, Keeper, Mistress Rodan of Painful Pleasures. I have made payment of one hundred thousand dollars to Painful Pleasures to complete my processing fee. An initial fifty thousand dollars down payment was remitted with my application and letter to Keeper, Mistress Rodan, indicating my needs and my sexual history along with a question and answer psychological profile. Whatever and any information from these written exchanges can and will be used against me in any way that Keeper sees as fit to my training process. If the need arises, I, Jessica Lynn Devon, do agree to give complete monetary rights over to Painful Pleasures upon which credit cards, checking accounts and other monetary investments may be accessed to further my training. The said time limit for this training is six months or approximately 186 days.

Signed by the Enrollee