Pooch's Story
Part 4 - The Trial
What seemed like an eternity passed before Ed returned to fetch Pooch for the
trial. Her teeth were chattering from the cold of the ice blanket. Ed removed
the giant bag and set it aside. "Not too bad", he commented. "That ice has
really kept the swelling down". His words fell on deaf ears. Pooch was too
cold, too sore and too tired to comprehend much of what was said. When he
released her wrist cuffs Pooch just slumped over the hip bar. Her back was too
weak to straighten up. After freeing her ankles Ed picked her shivering body
and laid it down on the rack. When her ravaged back contacted the rough wood she
let out a moan, but still Pooch did not move.
"I'm going to dress you for court now. You've got to be presentable for the
judge and jury".
Pooch caught this remark and the feeling of panic stared to creep back.
When she heard the word jury it meant that there would more people, strangers,
present.
Despite her sexual predilections Pooch was a very shy person and her
relationship with Ed, at least till Marla showed up, had been a private affair.
When she decided to stay the idea that Marla could use her publicly had not
occurred to her. If it had she would have left. Ed had brought over the slut
strap and studded bra for Pooch to wear.
The slut strap was made of two thick but fairly narrow leather straps one of
which went around the waist and the other between the legs. The strap that went
between the legs had two metal plates attached with threaded studs welded to
the plates. This allowed various dildos and but plugs to be screwed in. Both
straps had metal reinforced slots that fit over steel D rings allowing the
straps to be tightened to various degrees and locked in place with padlocks.
Today the strap had the largest dongs, that Ed knew would fit, attached. The
one for her cunt was a ten inch long by three inch thick monster and the one
for her brownie was almost two inches wide by eight inches long. The studded
bra was also an adjustable leather unit. Each cup consisted of two leather
rings, one for the front of the breast, encircling the nipple about a half inch
back from it, and the other fitting the base of the breast and adjustable, just
like the slut strap. Three short leather strips connected the two cup rings and
a wider strap went from the side of each cup to be fastened behind the slaves
back.
Nothing connected the cups at the front allowing the captive tits to be
pulled to the sides to the extent that the back strap was tightened. The most
unusual part of this brassier was that not only were there studs on the outside
but there was a corresponding stud on the inside.
the inside studs were about a half inch long and pointed, though not sharp
enough to penetrate the skin. "Would you like to lubricate these or do they go
in dry?" scowled Ed. Pooch gathered up as much saliva as she could and opened
her mouth wide.
Each dildo was shoved to the back of her throat as she tried to slobber as much
spit on them as she could. Keeping the contents of her stomach down as the
phalluses made her gag was a real struggle.
"Spread your pussy lips".
Pooch reached down and spread the lips as wide as she could with her fingers. Ed
started to shove the monster dildo into Pooch's dry cunt. Thank got for the
spit she thought, but as the cock head was forced into the hole it still
stretched the sensitive skin almost to the breaking point. With just the head
inserted into her cunt Ed started inserting the other dildo up her anus. Since
both dildos were attached they had to be inserted simultaneously. Pooch let out
a yelp as her sphincter was stretched to the limit. Slowly both dongs were
inched in to their limits and that straps locked tight. The tip of the dildo
in her cunt could actually be seen to cause a bump in her belly just above her
belly button. Putting her legs together was impossible. Pooch was full and
stretched to the limit. Pressure against her bladder made her want to pee and
the full anus created an overwhelming desire to shit, of course she could do
neither. The pressure against her womb was painful as was the stretching of her
rectum. The bra was next to go on and Pooch feared this even more than the
invasion of her private holes. The first cup was placed over the left breast
and pulled back as much as possible causing the studs to dig into the soft
flesh surrounding the nipple. The strap around the base of the breast was then
pulled as tight as Ed could. The tit ballooned making the front ring much
tighter and all the studs dug in causing some tearing and bleeding.
Pooch screamed. Ed slapped her hard. She quieted down to a whimper. The process
was repeated with the right breast. Both turned purple. As Ed went to do up the
back straps and pull the tits out to the sides Pooch started shaking. "It
won't do you any good", said Ed and the straps were locked together tight
behind her back causing Pooch's swollen melons to be pulled obscenely sideways.
Tears flowed where she thought there were none left. "I'm sure you can manage
to put these on". Pooch was handed her black pumps. She managed to force them
on to her feet. Ed then brought over a set of heavy leg irons and manacles. It
was all getting to be too much for Pooch. She was hurting badly and was about
to be humiliated in front of who knows how many strangers. It occurred to her
that since she was alone with Ed, for the moment maybe she could still change
her mind about staying? She would try.
"Please master" she said, getting off the table and unto her knees. "I beg you
to let me change my mind and let me go. You don't have to give me anything.
That could be the penalty for changing my mind, just, OOOF!!! Ed's foot
caught her in the solar plexus and Pooch writhed silently on the floor unable
to breath.
"You know", said Ed, "Marla may be right about you. You are a very bad slave.
You are still being disciplined from disobedience and you break two more rules.
This is going to have to come up at your trial. Furthermore, I will let you
know, I no longer control your destiny. I have given you to Marla as a wedding
gift and I don't think she has any intention of letting you go".
Pooch lost her will to live. A dagger through her heart would have been
preferable to hearing those words. Her dress was completed with a collar and
leash being placed around her neck followed by a cape, borrowed from Marla,
draped over her shoulders to cover her ravaged back. Pooch was then led by the
leash out of the playroom in irons and in disgrace.
In the living room Marla presided over a collection of sadists that she had come
to know through her law practice. There were six guests in all, four men and
two women. All were involved in the sex trade and owed their freedom to Marla's
legal acumen. Non had to be coerced into coming. The most imposing was Mark, a
member of the Hell's Advocates motorcycle gang and responsible for controlling
the stripers in the clubs stable. He had red hair, a handlebar mustache and
his 6'5" 250 pound frame was all muscle. Jordan ran a string of hookers that
offered special services for kinky customers. He was loud in both manner and
dress. At 5'10" and 200 pounds his black skin bulged over his belt buckle. That
was the price of self indulgence. Garret owned one of the cities more notorious
strip clubs. The police were always trying to shut him down for offering
customers extras besides the show. They never succeeded. He was 6' tall average
build 45 years old with black hair and impeccably tailored. Least conspicuous
of the men was Steve a 50 year old plastic surgeon, 5'10, 160 pounds, graying
hair and glasses. Altering the build and appearance of street whores to suit
their pimps desires had given him free range to experiment with different
surgical techniques and get stunning results.
Fourty year old Shandra was born in the Philippines and had ended up in the
west through the illegal sex trade. She had worked her way up from street
walker to madam at the local dungeon. The 5'2" 135 pound madam had lost her
looks years ago but she was in total control of her business, customers and
girls. She had on a white ruffled blouse, knee length red skirt, red hose and
red pumps.
Greta, on the other hand, was spectacular. At 5'10" and 150 pounds, blonde hair,
blue eyes she was tits, legs and muscles. A dominatrix by profession she was
the best at her craft. Hard cases were regularly turned over to her by the mob
for special discipline and training. Greta loved her work. She was wearing a
gray pinstriped business suit with a tight skirt going down to just below the
knees, a shear white high collar blouse, black stockings and heels and a black
push up bra clearly visible through the blouse.
The men were all sitting on a large white leather sectional sofa in front of
which was a large square oak coffee table. The women were on a separate
matching love seat. Marla sat alone in a green velvet, high backed armchair.
Beer was the beverage of choice, at the moment but there was an open bar built
into the bookcase which covered one wall.
There was also a brown leather recliner and a couple of burgundy Queen Ann
chairs, all sitting empty.
"It appears that the prisoner has finally arrived", spoke Marla, as Pooch was
led into the room walking bow legged and red faced with shame. "Have the
prisoner remove her shoes and stand on the table". Pooch did as she was
instructed. To Pooch the situation took on the qualities of a bad dream. She
believed less and less that this could be happening to her. She thought she
would play along and that when she woke up everything would be back the way it
was. None of this will have happened.
Ed sat down in one of the empty Queen Ann chairs.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," Marla spoke in a loud clear voice.
"You have been summoned here to pass judgment on this pathetic excuse for a
slave, not to judge her guilt or innocence, for there is no doubt of her guilt,
but whether she is to live on in some restricted manner or be put to death. If
the verdict is death the sentence will begin to be carried out tomorrow morning
as soon as all the recording equipment is in place. She will be tortured for no
less than three days but with good medical assistance and advice I think it
could be extended much longer than that. In the end she will be a limbless,
faceless, eyeless, skinless, disemboweled slab of raw meat which will be fed to
Marks hogs".
This had to be a dream, thought Pooch, but why was she shaking so much? "In case
you think this isn't a real possibility Pooch", Marla went on, "I am going to
run this video for the duration of the evening, with the sound off so that it's
not too distracting. This video documents the last four days in the life of
Jasmine, a stripper who was caught gathering evidence against Garret for the
police. Bailiff would you turn on the video please.
Ed, who was playing the bailiff, turned on the video machine. The projection
television in the corner of the room came to life. The picture showed a petite
blonde girl nailed to a large wooden arm chair legs splayed sideways with
large headed spikes through each calf just behind the shin bone driven into the
massive chair legs, her wrists nailed to the chair arms and her shoulders
nailed to the backrest. A spiked leather belt around her belly pulled her body
back against the short but sharpened spikes of the seat back. A similar belt
across her thighs pulled her ass down onto spikes in the seat. Her head was
pulled back from behind by a strap over her eyes so her face pointed straight
up. In her mouth were two clamps, placed on the gums behind the back molar
forcing her mouth wide open without obstructing any teeth. A man was using a
small grinding wheel, the kind hobbyists might use. to grind down each tooth,
from the back till the nerves were totally exposed, but leaving an attractive
smile. One breast had been sliced right through, top to bottom and a butane
torch used to stop the bleeding. "You will notice," said Marla she has an IV in
her arm. It contains a cocktail of stimulants to heighten the pain and keep her
conscious while being tortured. If the jury decides on death the body in the
picture will be yours. It may interest you to know that the video has made
almost a hundred thousand dollars so there is a lot of pressure to impose the
death penalty". Pooch couldn't watch and lowered her eyes.
"Don't take your eyes of the screen you fucking disobedient whore!! Marla
shouted. This is for your own benefit so that you know what's facing you if
your judged unworthy, now apologize"! "I'm sorry for taking my eyes off the
screen Mistress" whimpered a nauseous Pooch.
"Don't do it again or you'll be in that chair so fast it will make your head
spin. Now let me tell everyone why this trial is taking place".
"Over the last few months I have instigated a surveillance program on you
without Ed's knowledge in case he tipped you off either by accident or on
purpose. I wanted a true picture of your obedience and loyalty. Sadly for you I
found you deficient in almost all areas. I will give a few examples. Are you
allowed friends Pooch?" "No mistress", she answered.
"Here are five photographs of you having lunch and laughing with some of the
girls at the factory where you work".
"You work piece work and don't have to take lunch or breaks if you don't want
to, right? "Yes mistress".
"In fact You are not allowed breaks because it reduces the amount of money you
turn in to Ed. Am I right? "Yes mistress".
"Here is a photo of you receiving a ride part way home. Is that allowed?" "No
mistress".
"Are you allowed to carry any money?" "No mistress".
"Here is a photo showing you paying to get into an afternoon movie. How many
rules are you breaking here"? Pooch was silent.
"Answer me slave!, Marla exclaimed.
Pooch was now not only trembling in fear but crying as well.
"I, I hhad money that I'm nnnot allowed", she stuttered. "I wwwas downtown. I, I
lied about being at work. I took money out of Ed's pocket by not working and
I'm not allowed movies, mistress". Pooch was caught red handed. She was being
humiliated. This had to be the worst dream of her life. When would it end?
"There is more isn't there?, asked Marla.
"Yes mistress, I lied to Ed when he asked me if I had broken any rules at work",
Pooch cried.
In fact you lied to him all the time didn't you? "Yes mistress".
"So you see that you have been a truly poor slave. You are lazy, disobedient, a
liar and a thief. You can never be trusted. If this court decides against your
death I don't now how I will have to deal with you but rest assured your life
will be a lot different". Ed got up and whispered something into Marla's ear.
"I am told your lack of self discipline has continued even tonight." Pooch had
now not only been given away but also betrayed by the man she loved.
"Rest assured that if you live you will be severely disciplined for that act",
said Marla coldly.
The girl on the video screen had now had her head released. She was being forced
to watch while a very agitated rat was being forced into her vagina head first
and then her pussy was clamped shut. You could see her belly rippling from the
effort of the panic stricken rat to escape. The poor girls eyes were bulging
out of her head. This was miles beyond anything Pooch had ever imagined. She
started to pray for the victim and at the same time pray for herself.
"That's one of my favorite scenes", commented Marla.
"Now let me tell you why we are here since everyone agrees that you are guilty
of innumerable transgressions. You are here to be judged whether or not you
show enough promise to get another chance and live. Each juror has come up with
a task for you to perform. I have looked at these tasks and have judged them to
be not only appropriate but possible for a well trained slave to do. We know,
of course, that you are not a well trained slave. No offense Ed. Failure to
complete any task will mean death, but simply completing the tasks is not
enough. Your worthiness will be judged on the manner in which you complete
them. Attitude, performance, reluctance, enthusiasm and over all entertainment
value will be judged. The jury must be unanimous for you to live. If the
decision is life then I will decide on your future treatment. Do you want to go
on with the trial or do you want to be put to death?" White hot wires were now
being repeatedly inserted under Jasmine's toe nails until the nails popped off.
"Please let me be tried", bawled Pooch. The nightmare was not ending. "Very
well. I will introduce the jurors to you and I suggest that you remember their
names. You may look away from the screen." Pooch looked at the jury as each
member was introduced.
"Would you bring in the implements for the first task?" Marla asked Ed.
He returned pushing in a cart holding a brassier filled with hot coals and a
pair of two foot long needles that glowed red hot. Beside the brassier were
three pairs of vise grips. "Watch the screen as I instruct you" Pooches gaze
went back to the unspeakable torture going on the video screen. She had turned
white after seeing the implements.
Marla went on.
"After that pretty bra of yours is removed you will walk over to the cart and
pick up the first pair of vise grips point them directly at your left nipple,
place the ends of the jaws so they are even with the top and bottom of the
nipple and you will squeeze them till they lock shut. You will then repeat the
process on the right nipple. I want the jaws covering the entire nipple but not
beyond. Once the clamp is attached you will not support it in any way. You will
let the entire weight hang from the nipples. You will then walk over to me and
ask me to inspect the clamps. If they are not positioned as I have stated I
will have you remove them and put them back on again until they are right. I
will then tell you to go on and you will walk over to the cart again and pick
up one of the needles with the remaining vise grips. With the other hand you
will take the left vise grip pull it straight out pulling your tit tight. You
will then pass the needle through your tit, top to bottom, an inch behind the
nipple. You will leave the needle half way through release the vise grip
holding the needle, then let go of the grip still locked on your tit and repeat
with the other needle through the right tit. You will then walk over to each
juror and ask to have your tits examined. If all the jurors agree that the
needles have been properly placed you will then step back up on the table and
pull them the rest of the way through with your fingers. They will be cool by
then. You can then take the clamps off your nipples and put everything back on
the cart.
You will then thank Greta for the task, get back on the table and watch the
screen while I describe the next task. Any questions"? Do I have to watch the
screen while I'm doing these tasks"? asked Pooch.
"No. You can concentrate on the tasks. Ed if you would remove that beautiful
brassier Pooch can begin. I know that she can't wait to get started".
Pooch had lost the awareness of wearing the tortuous bra. Her mind had become so
focused on what was going on around her that for a while her own body had
somehow ceased to exist. Now that she was about to feel pain greater than she
had ever felt before and have to inflict it on herself she wished that indeed
she did not exist.
As Ed released the locks and removed the straps the swollen purple breast flesh
came back to life. Even though she hurt and throbbed Pooch knew this was
nothing compared to what was coming. Could she be strong? Could she rise above
the hurt and complete the first task? It was nothing in comparison to what she
would go through if she failed.
She would be like a machine. She would do as commanded, after all the body she
had control over no longer belonged to her anyway. It was the property of Marla
Devries. Her tits released Pooch stepped off the coffee table and waddled over
to the cart. She picked up the first pair of vise grips, grasped them in her
right hand and pointed the opening at her left nipple. Although the jaws were
open the distance between the tips was smaller than the width of her bud so she
used her left hand to carefully position it inside the jagged metal clamps.
When she was sure things were just right she thought, "I have to show them that
I will not hesitate to inflict pain on myself. I'll close the grips fast and
without hesitation". She squeezed the locking pliers tight. For a split second
there was the satisfaction that she did it. In the next second everything was
sharp, acute, intense and radiating pain. It was not just the crushed nipple
that screamed but the entire left breast, arm, side and neck. This was like no
nipple clamp she had ever worn before. With the sudden shock she almost
reflexively went to release the clamp but caught herself and let it fall from
her grasp.
This intensified the pain much more as the weight of the clamp pulled down on
her tit. For once she though, "I'm glad for the dildos or there would be a mess
on the carpet". She still had her sense of humor. Maybe it would help. The
intense pressure had broken the skin and dots of blood seeped out from around
the jaws. As Pooch reached for the second set of pliers the cockiness was gone
replaced by the reality of pain and fear. This is where she had to show guts and
overcome fear. Her hands were not nearly as steady. She took a deep breath. It
hurt so bad. The right nipple was positioned. The clamps locked. There was
another explosion of pain. Pooch grunted, dropped the clamp and went over to
Marla for inspection. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Looking down at the clamps
she hoped Marla would approve them.
The right one hung pointing a bit to the right. She knew in her heart it
wouldn't pass.
"Very sloppy job", Marla said. "Take them both off and put them back on".
As she started to reach for a clamp Marla reached out grabbed them both twisted
180 degrees and dragged Pooch back to the cart. This time she staggered back
screaming. "You were told to do it by the cart you idiot. I should rip these
right off".
A moment of which she may have been proud had turned into one of shame. "Start
again".
The thing with clamps is they hurt as much when removed and five times more when
reapplied over the same spot. She got through the next minute on guts alone. She
wasn't a machine any more. She did not rise above it. She just did what she had
to do. She did it with unsure trembling hands and walked back over to Marla.
"Are the clamps on all right Mistress"? asked Pooch.
"They're not great but it will do. I suggest you be less sloppy when you insert
the needles. You don't want to be doing them again and you have to satisfy six
people not just me".
Pooch knew Marla was right. She would have to be very careful how she positioned
the needles. That would be very difficult when she was shaking like a leaf.
She figured she would have to rest the tip of the glowing needle on the top of
her boob and kind of slide it around till it was in the right spot. She
wouldn't be able to just quickly shove it through but it would go in slowly to
be certain it went through straight emerging from the bottom of the tit in the
right spot. Over and over again she repeated in her might, "Please God give me
the strength, please God give me the strength".
Pooch picked up the remaining pliers and using both hands to steady herself
locked them on one of the glowing needles, about one third of the way down it's
length.
She felt the intense heat of the coals on her hands. Slowly Pooch turned around
to face the crowed. She pulled out the left side pliers with her left hand, As
the trembling slave brought the needle to it's position on the breast several
small burns had been caused by her trembling hands Pooch let the needle down
on her naked breast flesh, it sizzled. Not quite right. Pooch moved the needle.
A bit more sizzle. "God give me strength". When the spot looked right she
pushed. She was surprised how much force it took. It almost seemed like she
would pull the nipple off before the needle would break through the skin. The
nipple stayed on. She tried desperately tried to blank out the pain.
Smoke rose from the hole being dug into her tit and the smell of burning girl
flesh permeated the room. The hard core deviants making up the jury began to
get aroused. Burning pain is like no other. It is the most intense of all pain
because it is designed to get immediate action if you are to avoid a serious
burn. Although the nerves immediately next to a third degree burn are killed
and don't transmit any more signals the nerves further away from the site are
damaged less and send signals to the brain like crazy.
The pain doesn't fade away for a very long time, even days. With the bottom of
the needle pushing against her lower rib Pooch released the vise grips holding
the needle. The metal no longer held enough heat to burn her ribs. It had been
absorbed by the breast. It was funny how she couldn't feel the vise grips
crushing and pulling her nipples any more. The mind can register only so much
hurt. From within the excruciating pain rose another feeling. It was a feeling
of euphoria. She had done it and she had done it well. She could pierce the
other one, she now believed again.
As Pooch stretched her right tit her hands shook less. Only a couple of tiny
burns marked the top of the right orb before the needle found its mark and the
odor of seared slave girl grew more intense. She was able to correct the path
of the needle as it passed through her milk gland, so that it came out on the
spot where Pooch wanted it to. She wanted to smile, despite the agonizing pain,
but thought better of it. "Mistress Shandra, would you please inspect the
needles to make sure they are positioned correctly"?, Pooch said as she knelt
in front of the madam, eyes staring at her chubby feet.
Shandra pulled on the clamps, still attached to Pooch's nipples, to inspect the
undersides. Then Shandra dropped them. More waves of agony passed through
Pooch's body. "I suppose that will do", Madame answered.
The request was repeated one more time for each juror, each time with a similar
result. Pooch got back up on the table faced the audience and stretched out her
left tit. She was determined to go out in triumph. She would remove the needle
slowly and sensually. It was all planed in her mind. Her arrogance was about
to be shattered again. As she began to pull on the needle it wouldn't move. The
surface of the metal, pitted from the heat, had literally baked on and adhered
to Pooch's burned tit flesh. She had to grab the bottom of the needle with her
whole hand and yank with all her might. As the skewer emerged Pooch screamed as
she had never screamed before. She then collapsed on the table and writhed in
agony.
Breaking the adhesions caused the previously cauterized wound to bleed. Pieces
of the inside of her breast were stuck to the needle. What was worse, Pooch
was sure she had failed the test. Triumph had turned to a desperate depression.
"We don't have all night. Hurry up and finish", said Marla coldly. "And don't
let any blood drip on the carpet. You can clean it of the table later".
The whipped Pooch got back on her feet and grabbed the right needle.
This time she knew what she was up against and pulled hard right away. Her grip
wasn't hard enough and her hand slipped of the needle before the needle
released. She doubled over in agony then regained her composure and pulled
again. This time the needle released and Pooch howled again, doubling over on
her knees.
She had put on more of a show than she thought. There was a wet spot on every
jurors crotch. Pooch removed the vise grips from her crushed nipples. Marla
walked over to her with a rag and a bottle of tea tree oil and poured the oil
over her wounds. she then held the rag over her tits till the bleeding
stopped. Pooch then returned the implements of torture to the cart and went to
kneel before Greta.
"Thank you very much for this test of my worthlessness".
Pooch bent down and kissed Greta's red hooker shoes, then returned to stand on
the coffee table and watch the unspeakable taking place on the big screen.
Jasmine was having an eye eaten by a hungry rat in a cage attached to her once
beautiful face. There was no more nose and large pieces of her cheeks had been
eaten away. She had no more lips. Sitting on the top of Jasmines bleeding and
burnt gums were two rows of sharpened spikes. That was what her teeth had been
ground into. When Jasmine closed her mouth the spikes would cut into the gums
on the opposite side of her mouth. Right now her head was attached to a special
headrest on the chair that allowed no movement of her head or jaw. It was very
tight.
Pooch thought it was her in the chair. O, how she hurt.
"Let's move right on to the next task", spoke Marla. "Bailiff could you please
bring in the accessories for task number two".
Ed wheeled out the cart with the implements of Pooch's first ordeal and returned
shortly with the same cart but this time it carried two pairs of vise grips, a
staple gun, a five foot length of electrical cord and a small piece of plywood
with an eight inch square hole cut out of the center.
"I imagine that since you have played at being slave for the past ten years you
have received quite a few whippings. Am I right", asked Marla? "Yes mistress",
answered Pooch.
"Well I think you are going to find this whipping a bit different from what
you've experienced. Jordan has found this very effective in keeping his whores
in line without excessively marking the merchandise. Pooch, you are going to
ask to have your pussy whipped. We all agreed that you will ask Mark to do it.
He's the big one wearing the cowboy boots, just in case you forgot. Before he
begins, however, you are going to have to prepare yourself. That piece of
plywood you see on the cart is going to protect you from the electrical cord
whipping you where we don't want to whip you. The bad part for you is that it
is also going to expose the part we do want to whip like it has never been
exposed before. Your friends the vise grips and the staple gun are going to
help you properly expose yourself. You can sit on the edge of the table,
facing the jurors, when you do the preparation. After the bailiff removes your
panties, Pooch, you will bring over all the props to the table. You will then
spread your legs, nice and wide and attach both pairs of pliers to the bottoms
of those sloppy looking pussy lips of yours. You're going to be glad their so
long during this next part. You will place the board on your belly and pass both
pairs of vise grips through the hole, grab them and pull those pussy lips over
the bottom corners of the hole. That will make sure you positioned the clamps
properly. If the fit looks good you will then stretch each lip past the
appropriate corner with the pliers and staple it to the front of the board then
remove the pliers. Make sure the stapler has solid contact with the flesh. If
the staple doesn't go in all the way or one leg misses your cunt lip you will
just have to pull it out and start over again. When the bottoms of your pussy
lips have been attached to the board you will reach back in through the hole
with the vise grips and repeat everything with the upper part of the lips. When
you are finished The entire opening should be filled with nothing but sixty
four square inches of the inside of your pussy. Your hole will have become an
external organ. Then you will get up and go over to Mark, with the electrical
cord, and beg him to whip your cunt with it. If your begging fails to move him
this trial will be over, so you better beg well. After the whipping you will
thank Mark and Jordan.
You can then use one of the vise grips to pull out the staples. When your
finished put everything back on the cart and return to the table. Simple"? "Yes
mistress", Pooch answered.
"Bailiff, remove her panties".
Ed removed the locks on the slut strap and yanked out the dildos.
Pooch gasped.
Both holes gaped open having been spread too wide to be able to close right
away. You could see a long way up both her cunt and ass hole.
For the first time Pooch felt naked, and her nakedness embarrassed her.
"You may as well take the cape as well", said Marla. Ed removed the cape. "Turn
around and show everybody how your punished back looks".
Various exclamations were heard as Pooch paraded herself to the increasingly
excited audience.
The bare naked Pooch couldn't believe that she could still feel such shame.
"Get started", said the judge. How Pooch wished for some mercy. She was in such
pain from the earlier whipping and the self inflicted breast torture. She had
been tossed away by the man she loved and felt profound sadness in her heart.
The torture was going to continue. Pooch new it was really for the
entertainment of the perverts in the living room. Where they ever going to be
sated or was the cruelty just going to continue till she could go on no
further.
She knew what awaited her if she gave up. She had to play along with the cruel
games and pray for a better end than Jasmine's.
It took about fifteen minutes of sweat drenched struggling to attach her most
delicate female area to the heavy piece of plywood. Two staples had to be
pulled out of the bleeding flesh and reshot because her hands had moved while
firing and the staples had not gone in right. Although Pooch's labia were
somewhat distended pulling them out to cover the eight inch opening had caused
some small tears. The most painful was in the bridge of skin between her vagina
and anus. Pooch's sex gaped wide open. Even the opening of her urethra was wide
enough to accommodate a pencil. Gynecologists never had a view like this. She
now had to get up to beg the biggest meanest man in the room to whip her most
private parts.
Slowly Pooch pushed herself up off the table and very slowly waddled over to
stand in front of Mark. Moving caused more stretching and with no slack the
skin tore a bit more.
She dropped to her knees, legs spread wide, and thrust her hips forward while
sitting back on her heels. Head bowed in supplication the slave spoke to her
master.
Her voice rang of sorrow and pleading, "Please master, would you whip my
pussy".
"You must be kidding", was the mocking response. "You were told to beg, you
stupid bitch, now BEG!!".
Pooch turned red from embarrassment. What could she say to move this monster?
"Please master, I have been a very, very bad slave and need to be punished to
correct my bad behavior. Please whip my evil pussy hard and teach me my proper
place." "Tell you what", said Mark, "I've got a minimum number of strokes in my
head. I want you to tell me how many you think you deserve. If it's less then
what I have in mind then this show is over. If it's the same or more then
that's the number of cuts you're going to get. Now tell me how many"? Pooch
couldn't take a chance guessing low. She would have to knowingly increase her
pain to be safe and live. "Please master whip my pussy fifty times".
"I don't think you've ever been pussy whipped before, cunt. The number I had in
mind was twenty, but if you say fifty then fifty you'll get. Get back up on
the table in the same position you are in now except I want you leaning back so
that your elbows are on the table. I'm going to test your composer under the
whip. If you pass out you fail. I want you to count out loud. Losing count
causes me to start over. Scream all you want but don't dare do anything to
avoid or block the whip. This is going to be some show".
Pooch eased her way onto the table. Ed placed a rag under her pussy to catch the
blood.
Mark stood to one side of the table. The extra height from the table put Pooch's
exposed sex at the perfect height to catch the lash. He wrapped the cord once
around his large hand. Pooch prayed. Somehow she knew this would be worse than
the red hot needles.
It was.
Not only did Mark use all of his substantial strength in bringing down the lash
he made sure he snapped it at the end of each stroke. The damage was awful.
Imagine the inside of your stretched mouth cheek being struck by a cord
traveling at four hundred miles per hour. Each stroke cut deep into the soft
membrane. Pooch went hysterical. By the end of the fifty strokes her voice
could only manage a hoarse whisper. She didn't lose count. She stayed awake.
Ed came over and wiped down her swollen bleeding cunt with the antiseptic oil.
That was even worse than the whipping. He then put pressure over her entire
pussy with a large rag and ice bag. It took about fifteen minutes of pressure
to stop the worst of the bleeding. Marla was upset about blood having splashed
everywhere. Pooch thought of how the rat had destroyed Jasmine's pussy and
felt that she hadn't fared much better as she pulled the staples out of her
flesh. She wished she had never been born.
