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FETISH VIDEO INC.
Chapter Three.
Gradually, regaining consciousness, Jodi finds herself curled crosswise on a bunk in a small cell like room. A single light glaring down from the ceiling reflects off the whitewashed walls causing her to squint, shield her eyes as she raises an arm above her head as she becomes more coherent. Chilled, realizing she’s completely naked, scrubbed clean of the chemical coating, her hair tightly wrapped behind her head, she’s beset by the sensation of the weight of the chains hanging off the front of her shivering chest as she subconsciously slips her fingers across the “O” rings, feeling the cold, hard metal impaling her aching nipples.
The dread of her predicament overwhelms her as she realizes she’s not awakening from a nightmare. Nauseated, head aching, glancing down across her naked body, besides the obvious bruises, welts layered across her bare flesh, the only other remnants of yesterday’s sadistic experience are those chains connecting to the metal rings impaling the still raw pierces of her breasts and clitoris.
Continuing to press the chains against her breasts with one hand, she reaches down with the other, tugs the “O” ring piercing her clitoris. The pain jolts between her thighs, her heart pounding; she jerks again, tearing at her clit, the pain excruciating. Frustrated, realizing the ring’s permanently affixed in that piercing, reaching for the nipple rings, grunting, she yanks and twists. “Aaagghhh!” The rings tear at her nipples, blood oozing from the still raw wounds as she turns, pounds the bunk with her fists, the chains dragging her breasts downward, scraping across her bare flesh.
Glancing toward the walls, she notices a bolted, secured door with an open, barred portal, the only access to the room. Quickly jumping up, her equilibrium’s off as she instantly squats back onto the cot, fresh pain searing inside her rectum, bringing back the insidious memory of the thick phallus she was mounted on. Crossing her arms over her aching breasts, fingering the “O” rings, twisting the chains in her fingertips, frustrated, she grips her knees up against her chest, huddles against the wall, again contemplating ripping them off.
Cold, naked, her body aching all over, she slowly rocks back and forth as she lowers her head, tears streaking off her cheeks. Curling into a somewhat fetal position, atrocious thoughts flash through her head. The beating, pierces, the bondage, impaling, the forced pose on the platform, all resonate in her tortured mind as she curls even tighter, feeling the weight of the damn chains rattling, hanging down off her bare chest.
Hearing voices in the hallway, the lock on the door rattling, she twists, turns away, her head scraping against the wall as the door swings open behind her.
“So, you’re awake.” The female voice echoes in the small room along with a man’s footsteps approaching from behind.
Still curling, Jodi feels hands gripping her arms; lifting her up off the cot. Forced to stand, facing forward, staring into the stern eyes of an obvious Dominatrix dressed in black leather, Jodi instantly realizes she’s facing the woman who bargained for her at the video store. Her arms twisted behind her back, forced to lean forward, the weight of the chains tug at her clit, swaying breasts as her arms are forced together, wrapped into a black leather bondage sleeve by a shirtless, muscular man behind her.
The woman grips the “Y” of the chains, twisting them in her fist, tugs at Jodi’s aching breasts. “Well Jodi, you’re now at home. Actually you’ve been here since yesterday. We’ve let you sleep after we scrubbed and shaved you down first.”
As the sleeve is fastened, snapped shut, starting down from her wrists up to the back of her arched shoulders, the woman continues speaking. “Just a couple quick things to get straight, then its time to prepare you. First, from now on you’ll answer to simply, Slave, of course unless I care to address you as Jodi. Second, you will always show respect and address me as Mistress, and obviously my other half as Master. Any deviation will be severely punished.”
Without waiting for a reply, tugging on the chain, the Mistress turns, leads Jodi out of the cell into the hallway, stretching her nipples out from her aching breasts. The man silently follows close behind as stumbling along, Jodi tiptoes on the balls of her feet trying to keep her balance. The hallway’s dark, foreboding, the stone floor’s hard on her bare feet as she’s forced to shuffle along.
Toward the end of the hall, a large oak door swings open, the room brightly illuminated as the Mistress practically drags her through the entryway, past a second bare chest, muscular man holding the door. Quickly glancing around, it’s obvious to Jodi it’s a fully equipped torture chamber. To her sickening horror, she’s led toward a naked woman being tortured, her head hanging back across an identical black leather single bondage sleeve as her glistening body’s slowly twisting in a circle, a pair of leather covered clamps disappearing into her swollen breasts, connected to chains stretching up through pulleys mounted on a rafter.
“I see you can’t take your eyes off your counterpart, slave.” The Mistress smiles as she slides her hands between the hanging woman’s buttocks and bondage sleeve, gives her a gentle push, spinning her slowly around. “She’s Eve, the other girl we purchased along with you. Actually, once we cleaned you two girls up, she looks strikingly like you!” Glancing back and forth, she continues. “We took the chains off her “O” rings while we hang her by her tits.” Giving another gentle spin, she continues. “We started with her early this morning, gave her the same instructions, and would you believe, she forgot to address me as Mistress almost immediately!”
Reaching up, patting a swollen globe as she glances into Eve’s tear filled eyes, untying, sliding the red ball gag from her mouth, she scolds. “But, don’t worry, her attitude’s being corrected! Isn’t it slave!”
“Ohh, yes, yes Mistress, I’m sorry! Mistress! Mistress!” Eve distraughtly whines, saliva drooling from her lips as she slowly twists in a lazy loop. “Oh God Mistress, please, please, let me down!”
Glancing toward Eve’s bulging breasts as the front side of her naked body slowly circles past, then glancing back toward Jodi, the Mistress adds. “You know, I’ve got a feeling your big ‘ol titties will be getting this same exact treatment real soon!” Sliding the gag back up into Eve’s mouth, tying it behind her neck, she continues. “Actually, we’ve found out these chained clamps are just about the best corrective devices we’ve come across. It seems most women just don’t like being hanged by their tits! It just becomes really uncomfortable after a while, I guess”
Reaching out, grabbing Eve by an arm, the Mistress straightens her, holds her still. “Look at this, just this morning we tattooed her name right across her bald pubic mound, nice and low, right down above her pussy lips, her clit ring!” Staring down between the swaying slave’s thighs, Jodi’s eyes widen as she reads the thick block letters “EVE” in black ink tattooed across the reddened, obviously irritated, swollen bare flesh.
Reaching up with her other hand, the Mistress slides her fingernails across the smooth surface of a tautly swollen, purplish areola, tweaks the familiar “O” ring piercing the nipple’s thickened nub. “Goodness, looks like that tit’s ready to burst, huh? Feels like it too!” Glancing back and forth between her two slaves, she sarcastically continues. “Well, only another half hour or so to hang there. Guess we’ll be finding out, huh?”
Giving another spin, letting go, she steps toward Jodi as Eve sways in the chains, rotates behind her. Smiling, sliding her fingers under Jodi’s connected chains, the Mistress tugs back, jerks both nipples upward. “Yes, dear, I’m sure we’ll be able to fit those clamps around these nice big titties of yours too, won’t we?” Giving a light tug, she sarcastically adds. “But then, at least these will come off for awhile.”
The pain of her own breasts being tugged is barely noticeable as Jodi stands silently beside the Mistress, unable to take her eyes off the hanging slave’s body spinning slowly around under the swaying chains, her breasts bulging, discolored, the fresh tattoo. Terrified, knowing those same chains will be used to stretch her breasts sends shivers up her spine as she watches Eve’s head hanging back, tears streaking off her cheeks, her arms wrapped behind her back, her body taut, her toes stretching, pathetically clawing, barely inches above the floor.
“Jodi, Jodi!” The Mistress jerks at the chains again, ripping at Jodi’s nipples.
“Oomph!” Grunting, Jodi hazily glances toward the Mistress, still enthralled by the sight of those ballooning breasts stretching straight upwards.
“Snap too, enough of this.” The Mistress scolds. “We don’t want to waste time with just her getting all the attention, now do we?”
Turning, the Mistress continues to grip the chains across the front of Jodi’s naked breasts. Tugging, again painfully stretching her nipples, she leads her across the room to an old fashioned wooden stock; the pair of men standing to either side, both dressed only in black leather pants and boots, one swinging the top of the stock open while the other steps toward its front side.
“Here, turn around.” The Mistress commands as she jerks the chains, twists Jodi around by her flailing breasts, “Put your head back.”
The back of Jodi’s neck’s forced down into the bottom curve of the wooden slot by the man as he twists, bows her backwards, slams the crossing frame of the top half of the stock shut.
Jodi feels her body twisted, turned, arching backwards as her feet are spread, forced into slots along the bottom of the stock’s frame. Staring upward toward the ceiling, the wooden slats of the stock obscures her view of the manipulation of her body. She can feel the chains rattling, stretching, spreading across her thrust out torso as her ankles scrap against their wooden confinement. The end of the single bondage sleeve’s stretched back, tied to the bottom of the stock’s post, wrenching her arms further back as she feels her breasts thrusting even further outward and upward, the nipple ”O” rings stretched by the taut chain across her chest, tugging her clit up from between the folds of her spread labia.
“Well slave.” Jodi hears the Mistress’ voice from in front of the rack. “I think we’ll start by working on these titties awhile!”
Feeling hands sliding across both breasts, fingers melding the firm mounds, tweaking the “O” rings, twisting, tugging, Jodi can only accept the manipulation of her bare breasts as she arches painfully back, unable to see whatever they decide to do with her.
The Mistress massages the firm globes, watches the nipples stretch between the taut chain, the “O” rings twisting as she squeezes, tugs, strokes the tit flesh trusting up toward her. Glancing down across Jodi’s bare flesh, the faint stripes of whip marks crisscrossing her glistening flesh, the Mistress is nudged by one of the men, handed a gleaming six inch needle off a sanitized syringe.
Smiling, eyeing it, she twists it between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. Gently lowering its tip across the bud of Jodi’s left nipple, she pinches the “O” ring between her thumb and forefinger of her left hand, resting her palm across the firm globe.
“Okay, feel this?” The Mistress sarcastically smirks as she rests the sharp tip against the nipple, Jabs downward, barely pricking the tan flesh between the ”O” ring.
“Oomph!” Jodi grunts, her chest reflexively arching upward as she feels the sharp pain.
“I asked. Did you feel it?” The Dom scolds as she pokes just a tad deeper. “Did you, slave?” Another short jab.
“Ouch! Yes, yes, Ouch, that hurts!” Jodi responds, again reflexively jerking.
“That’s Mistress, slave!” She again scolds as she shoves the needle straight down, another inch or so deeper through the center of the tan bud, as she feels it sinking into the meaty tit flesh.
“Agghhhh!” Squealing, again unable to hold still, arching upward, Jodi blurts. “God! Yes, oh God yes! That hurts! It hurts bad, Mistress, yes Mistress!
“That’s better! The Mistress mockingly answers, adding. “By the way, that’s fifteen minutes you owe me now. Want to go for more?”
Squeezing Jodi’s breast a little firmer, jabbing the needle a little deeper, the Mistress leans forward, feels Jodi’s flinching thighs arching out, grinding against hers. Glancing down, she notices the chain jerking upwards from Jodi’s clitoris, the “O” ring scraping across her shaven pubic mound, glistening, perspiration beading.
“Agghhhh! Oh God! That… That hurts so bad! Jodi pleads, feeling the sharp jab along with the mounting pain spreading throughout her contorted body. Biting her lip, twisting her head back and forth as tears streak across her cheeks, out of the corners of her eyes she shockingly catches the glimpse of Eve’s body swaying back and forth.
“That’s a half hour you owe me now!” The Dom scolds again while giving the “O” ring a tweak. “We can just keep building on it slave!”
“Mistress, Mistress, oh Mistress!” Jodi whines, her chest pounding, finally realizing what she means.
“Well, finally, I’m glad you understand now.” The Dom snickers. “I just knew you’d be hanging by these titties though.” She adds as she gives a playful couple of squeezes of Jodi’s firm melon, gives another jab of the needle, a flick of blood spurting across her thumb.
“Aaaaaggggggghhhh! Aaaggghhh!” The pain sears like an electrical jolt inside her breast as Jodi feels the needle sliding deeper into her tit flesh.
Glancing around toward the men, flicking the tip of her tongue across the speck of blood covering her thumbnail, she asks. “Another, got another?
Quickly handed a second needle, the Mistress release’s Jodi’s left breast, grips her right one, points the tip inside the quivering “O” ring, directly into the barely visible dimple in the center of the tan nipple. Glancing toward the twitching needle rising from Jodi’s left breast, she jabs inward, feels the chain tighten between the “O” rings, stretching across Jodi’s pain wreaked breasts.
“Aaaaaggggggghhhh!” The searing pain reverberates through both breasts. Her neck, ankles scrape the wooden curves of the wooden stock as her body reflexively bucks. “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!” Another thrust, the needle grinds deeper into her nipple, her naked body still bucking. “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!” Yet another sharp jab matches the depth of the other needle, barely a couple inches of each left exposed.
Taking a step back, obviously aroused, the Mistress watches her slave’s spasms, the twisting, jerking in the stocks, the pair of needles dancing out from the “O” rings impaling the thick, chrisom streaked nipples, the chains stretching, slacking off the front of her glistening naked body.
While stepping around the stock, the Mistress addresses the two men. “Well, time for the tattoo!”
Even above the pain, Jodi’s heart pounds as she hears the Mistress, feels the hands spreading her cunt lips apart, tugging the clit ring, twisting the chain off to the side as her hips arch outwards from the stock.
“Hold still, calm down, we want this to look good now, don’t we? And, don’t worry, he’s an expert!” The Mistress stresses as the men position themselves above her spread thighs. “You’re getting four nice big letters right across this pussy.”
As one man carefully stencils the letters “JODI” just above the split of her vagina, the other prepares the needle and ink. Stepping around the stock, the Mistress leans over, cups her arm around Jodi’s neck, smiles down at her as she places a ball gag in her mouth and ties it behind her neck. “This will take a while, and hurt a little bit, but you can handle it, can’t you?”
Feeling a sharp prick, Jodi flinches, also feels her hips being held. The whirring of the needle becomes as constant as the searing pain as the Mistress holds Jodi’s head in her arms while one of the men continues to hold her quivering, outthrust hips. The needle passes back and forth, over and over, piercing, probing her tender flesh across the base of her pubic mound. As the letters surface, the “O” ring’s twisted, tugged out of the way as the needle buries the ink into her moist flesh.
Biting her lip, squinting her eyes, Jodi feels the burning pain back and forth, some harsher as the needle sinks into the outer puffy folds of her vulva. Moaning, grunting, the other pain of the needles shoved deep into her nipples meld with the pain of the outer edge of her vagina being tattooed.
Slowly passing back and forth, leaning his wrist across her thigh, he continues inking, wiping, inking the freshly shaven flesh between her constantly quivering legs. Tugging the “O” ring, gliding the needle intentionally across the top edge of her clit hood, he eases the tip of the needle as traces of urine trickle from her quivering slit.
“Uuumph!” The biting pain jolts like an electric shock through her clitoris as she twists her head against the Mistress’ arms. Feeling the needle painfully gliding back and forth, gliding just above the nub of her clit as long, slow minutes agonizingly pass by, she bites her lips, grunts with pain as the black inked letters slowly fill in until all four are embedded into her pubic mound.
Wiping the needle, using a clean, alcohol saturated rag, he rubs it briskly across the fresh tattoo, between her thighs, across her twitching vagina.
“Aaagghhh!!” Bucking, twisting, Jodi feels the searing burn across her raw flesh, bare vagina as the alcohol spreads, streaks between her labia folds, mixes with traces of urine, drips from the crease of her butt cheeks. Tears run down her cheeks, her eyes red, swollen as the Mistress glances down, releases her arm, steps toward the front of the stock.
The men step back as the Mistress lifts the chain, tugging the “O” ring upward, lightly slides her fingers across the puffy block letters, perfectly inked across the reddened flesh. “Now, Jodi, our guests will know your name without ever having to ask, especially when your mouth’s already occupied.”
Stepping toward Eve, the Mistress glances toward the men. “Lower her, just slightly. Make it so she has to tiptoe to relieve the tension on those tits.”
In moments the sound of the pulley echoes as Eve’s twisting body slowly lowers, her twitching toes touch the floor, her calf muscles tensing as she stands on the balls of her feet, the clamps still taut around her swollen globes as her head continues to tilt back.
Satisfied, walking toward the entrance, the Mistress hesitates. Letting the men exit first, flipping off the light switch, she closes the door behind her.
End Part Three
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