Occupational Hazzards
CHAPTER EIGHT
I knew I'd have to solo sometime and Yvette was the
perfect subject--an experienced pro. As I was
releasing her from the horizontal rack she was bound
to for the past three hours she reached up and stroked
my sweaty, oiled chest.
"I'm going to love having you work me over in private,
think you'll be able to make me come again so soon
after this session?" she cooed.
I certainly had my doubts. I helped her to her feet
and led her from the room by guiding her with a simple
arm around her waist. Her sweat-soaked flesh slid
against mine and made the job of holding her steady
precarious. I practically carried her down the
corridor to punishment room ten. The center piece of
this room was a large metal chair mounted to the
floor. Yvette had never been subjected to the "Agony
Chair"; she was about to become very well acquainted
with the full extent of its capabilities. The seat was
flat black metal with its seat, back, and arms densely
covered with sharpened steel nubs that were rose out
of the metal; sharp enough to be extremely
uncomfortable but not raised high enough to break the
skin.
I placed Yvette easily in the seat and she sounded a
gasp. I installed metal bands tightly across her
wrists, calves, thighs, waist, and around her arms and
abdomen just below the breasts, holding her firmly in
the chair while pressing her flesh firmly into the
chair's myriad spikes. Her bare feet rested on a
similarly spiked metal plate. As an introduction to
the chair, and to gauge Yvette's tolerance, I set off
the first electrical charge at 120 volts using my boot
on the floor switch. The painful electric shock shot
through the metal into Yvette causing her to emit
gurgling sounds while she squirmed in the chair which
intensified the effects of the chair's spikes. Halting
the electricity, I pulled two long flexible cables
from the back of the chair and applied one to Yvette's
left nipple and triggered the clamp mechanism causing
it to close with violent force. I repeated this with
the right nipple then waited to let Yvette feel the
pain of the biting clamps into her callused nipples.
Yvette slowly squirmed forcing the spikes further into
her flesh. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from
screaming as the clamps sharp teeth worked into her
nipples.
As I waited, I noticed a point of light in the
observation window and realized we had observers in
the adjoining room. Probably Philip watching his wife
undergo this new abuse. After about five minutes, I
pressed the floor button again, sending a charge
through the cables that made Yvette's breasts bounce
and her entire body quiver in her bondage. I increased
the current and watched as Yvette's glistening body
arched full force against the metal bands and a long,
high-pitched squeal emerged from deep within her. I
began modulating the current via a hand-help rectifier
that caused Yvette to buck and pitch within her
restrictive bindings. Her eyes opened and closed in
concert with the intensity of her howls. Traces of
blood appeared at the back of her arms and under her
feet as she involuntarily pressed these areas into the
chair. I reduced the current to a level that kept her
writhing and, donning insulated gloves, manually
tightened her nipple clamps. The clamp's teeth,
spurred on by Yvette's jostling, chewed through the
scar tissue and awakened nerves in Yvette's breasts
that had been immune to stimulation for some time. I
removed a glove and braced myself for the current as I
checked Yvette's pulse to insure she was bearing up as
well as could be expected. Stepping back, I again
began modulating the voltage and sent Yvette into a
rapid successions of organisms and screams that
continued for several minutes. I cut the power to the
chair and Yvette instantly collapsed into her bindings
emitting only shallow, rapid breaths.
"Fucking fantastic," she muttered before loosing
consciousness.
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