The Clock

As I walked into the dungeon I was confronted with a wonderfully erotic sight - 13 stunningly attractive young models hanging from the centre beam by their manacled wrists.  Every toned muscle was painfully stretched as the models scrambled to gain any purchase on the floor with their toes to take some of the weight off their abused shoulder sockets. There was no relief of course.  I had carefully adjusted the length of the manacle chains whilst they had been unconscious so that the most that they could achieve was to touch the floor with the end of their toes.  Yet still they tried, the effort causing a sheen of sweat to form on their gorgeous, toned bodies. 

But it was not just the sight.  There was the sound as the models moaned in irritation - they clearly still had lots of attitude - and pain through their bright red ball gags.  The hum of 13 tortured cries, combined with the creak of the leather cuffs nearly made me cum in my pants.  Not yet, there is plenty of time and opportunity for that!  I smiled to myself.

I strolled confidently into the room.  First impressions are crucial in situations like this and I wanted these sluts to know exactly who was boss from the outset!  They had, after all, been used to getting their own way with men with a seductive smile or a sly flash of leg or cleavage.  Their new status needed reinforcing immediately.  It was for this reason, and for potential crowd control, that I carried the cattle prod with the setting on high.  I knew that one blast from the prod would quickly stop any hint of dissent.

“Quiet” I screamed at the top of my voice. 

The sudden noise caused a number of the sluts to jump, putting further intolerable pressure on already stretched joints.  The initial shock was followed by an increased volume of moans and protests, only vaguely heard through the large ball gags that they were all wearing.  But, the combined noise was still deafening.

“Quiet” I screamed again.  “The next one of you to make any noise will be punished” I said waving the cattle prod in the air.

There was a momentary silence before at least half of the sluts started moaning and protesting again. 

I picked one of those moaning at random, a stunning 6 foot blond with long hair which was now stuck to her large DD tits with the sweat caused by her exertions in hanging around.  She tried to cover her perfectly shorn cunt with her other leg as I walked towards her.

“Have you got something to say bitch?  I thought I told you to be quiet.”

I could see the blond weighing up her options.  Then she gave me a defiant glare, and yelled through the ball gag as she tried to kick me between the legs.  I had anticipated this, of course, and stepped back to avoid her foot.  She swung in her manacles, the pain in her shoulders clearly unbearable.

She was expecting me to shout at her.  I didn’t; I went for the far more sinister approach.  I whispered in her ear, so that none of the other girls could hear: “Bad decision bitch!” and stepped away again.  Almost immediately the defiance in her eyes turned to fear.  Those 3 words had almost broken her spirit.  But, the other girls needed to see the price of dissent first hand.

Although unnecessary (her first kick out had drained all her energy) I decided to prolong the moment by securing the blond’s feet.  I quickly strapped a cuff around one foot and pulled its leg out to the side, tying the rope to a hook on the wall.  It lifted its other leg, desperately trying to protect its now exposed cunt.  I noticed that she kept herself well shorn, probably for the bikini shoots.

Any attempt at modesty was ended as I strapped the cuff around the other leg and pulled it painfully out to the opposite wall.  The blond was now firmly secured in an upside down “Y” shape, its legs stretched out painfully and its cunt fully exposed.  There could be no more vulnerable position for a woman. 

One last thing.  I removed the blond’s ball gag.  Would I be met with a string of defiant abuse and threats as to what she (or her boyfriend) would do to me? 

No, she begged.  She pleaded for me not to do whatever it was I was going to do.  She said that she would do “anything” if I stopped and let her go.  This one would be easy to break.  But the lesson needed to continue for the others.

Again I whispered in her ear: “Too late bitch.  You had your chance to be quiet, didn’t you?”  She said nothing, tears streaming down her pretty face.

I slowly moved round to her front, every eye in the room tracking my every movement.  The psychological torture is almost as effective as the physical.

I pushed the prongs of the cattle prod slowly towards the blond’s cunt.  She desperately tried to move her cunt back, but she was firmly secured.  There was no escape.  So she pleaded again:  “Please don’t; I beg you.”

“You have set the level of your punishment bitch.  5 words, 5 shocks.  Enjoy!”

“No” she screamed.

“Okay then, 6 it is” I replied.

She got the message.  The only noise was the sound of her gentle sobs and the creaking of leather as the other girls hung and swayed.  The stage was set.

Pushing the prod forward, I parted the lips of her cunt, planting the cold metal prong firmly against her clit.  The other prong was somewhere near her arsehole but I could not see exactly where.  I could always look for the welt after I had finished!

I stared straight into the blond’s eyes and pressed the button.      

She let out a piercing, blood curdling scream as the fierce current ripped into her cunt.  Her body arched and writhed so violently that I was worried her shackles would break.  The cattle prod began to sizzle.  Looking down I saw the reason.  The blond had a stream of piss running down her leg, pooling on the floor beneath her!  This was better than even I had fantasised.

I let go of the button and the blond slumped forward, moaning incoherently.

“One” I shouted.

The blond looked confused.  Before she could grasp the meaning of what I had said, I pressed the button again.  From her reaction it seemed that the scorching from the previous shock made the pain even worse.  She arched forwards, looking like she was presenting herself to me; the arch pressing the prod even more painfully into her clit. 

“Two.”

This time she knew exactly what I meant and whimpered: “No.”

“One” I shouted, looking straight into her eyes.  This girl wasn’t as stupid as she looked.  She understood instantly that the word she had spoken had just cost her another shock.

I pressed the button again.  Another blood-curdling scream leapt from her mouth.  She was arching forward so much that I thought she might break her back.  I let go of the button and she slumped in her restraints.  I could see in her eyes that I had almost broken her already.  This was easier than I had thought.

“Time for a change I think”

I moved the prod away from her clit and positioned the prongs each side of her right nipple.  There was true terror in her eyes.  She saw that the current would flow straight across her sensitive bud.  Her mouth opened as if to say something, then quickly closed.  She was learning the rules in the harshest possible manner….

“I have decided to give your clit a rest.  You must have something to say to me?”

There was a slight pause then:

“Thank you” she said.

“Right”, I shouted.  “You will all listen to this.  I am going to let this slut off this time as I have not told you the proper manner of address.  You will always address me as Master.  When thanking me, as you will often, you will always identify what you are thanking me for.  Is that understood?”

There were murmourings around the room.  I suppose that is to be expected since all the girls except the blond were still wearing ball gags.  I decided to let it slide…I am too kind sometimes.

The one clear voice was from the blond in front of me.  She had clearly understood…

“Yes Master” she said.

“And what else do you have to say” I replied, pressing the prod harder into her glorious tits just to remind her.

“Thank you Master for giving my sore pussy a rest and shocking my titty instead” the terror still clear in her eyes.

“My pleasure” I replied and pressed the button.

The blond’s mouth fell open in an “O” shape.  For a moment there was no noise.  Then a pitiful low moan.  Her tit was bouncing and shaking erotically as the current passed through her nipple.  The skin touched by each prong was developing an angry red welt, darkening with each passing second. 

“Would you like me to stop bitch?”

The blond said nothing.  Either the electricity had fried her brain or she was thinking that it was a trick question.  She simply screamed much louder.  Is there anything sexier than a scream from a beautiful woman who is being tortured? 

“Would you like me to stop bitch?” I repeated.

After a slight pause, and yet another stream of piss down her leg, the blond made a decision:

“Yes Master; oh thank you Master.”

I let go of the button and the blond slumped forward.  I could see in her eyes that she still thought that it was a trick. 

I reached forward towards her tit, fingering the angry mark where the prod had been.  She instinctively pulled back, but before I could say anything, thrust her tortured tit forward into my hand.  She really was learning. 

“Right” I said, now addressing all of the girls.

“Blondie here has 2 shocks to come; which of you sluts is going to volunteer to take them for her?”

It was the quietest that the room had been since I walked in.  They all knew that any movement, any noise would be taken as them volunteering.

“No one.  You are all willing to let blondie her take the pain alone?”

Still no movement. 

I turned to address the blond again.

“Well no-one wants to help you.  What do you think of that?  These are supposed to be your friends!” 

The blond just whimpered, knowing that whatever answer she gave would be turned against her. 

“I think that we will spice this up a bit; I am going to give you a choice”

But the choice was not going to be shared with the group.  I whispered into the blond’s ear.  As I did so a look of shock and horror crossed her face.  She had a very difficult choice to make.  Either way it would be great fun for me.

I turned to address the rest of the group.

“Blondie here has a choice to make.  She can either take the final 2 shocks herself – and I have told exactly how and where they will be administered – or she can nominate one of her friends to take them for her.  It is entirely her choice, one of the few that she has left.  I wonder how she will react given that not one of you was prepared to help her.”

“Now blondie.  I am going to walk behind each of the girls and place one prong of the cattle prod on their lower back with the other pushed into their arsehole.  I am told that with one exception it is the worst place to be shocked.  If you say “yes” I will press the button.  That girl will also receive the special final shock that I have described to you.  If you say “no” I will move on to the next girl.  12 no’s and you get both shocks yourself.  Do you understand bitch?”

“Yes Master” the blond whimpered, clearly facing the worst dilemma of her life.

I walked slowly behind the first of the suspended girls, a tall, lithe beauty with jet black hair and athletic build.  She clearly spent hours in the gym and was suffering less than some of the others from having been hung for hours by her arms.  I had noticed as I walked past her that she still had a defiant look in her eye.

She jumped forward slightly as the cold metal of the prong touched her back.  I expected her to writhe and pull away from the prong.  She didn’t.  After the initial, involuntary leap forward she stayed completely still.  Even as I pushed and worked the prong into her arsehole.  Impressive.  This one clearly had balls.  It would be fun breaking her. 

I so wanted to press the button to see if her resolve would hold.  But I used my self-restraint and simply glanced up at the blond, still whimpering and crying with physical pain and mental torture.

“So, what will it be blondie?”

She quickly said “No” before looking away.  She did not want to make eye contact with any of the other girls hanging in the line.

Disappointed, I pulled the prong quickly from her arsehole.  But before I moved on to the next girl, I couldn’t resist a word with this impressive specimen.

I whispered in her ear: “Don’t worry bitch, your time will come.  We are going to have real fun together.”

There was a momentary look of real terror in her eyes before she regained her composure and looked away.  Oh yes, she was going to be fun.

We quickly moved past a further 10 of the girls, each time blondie whispering the word “No”, avoiding all eye contact with the girls.  There had been various reactions to the cattle prod ranging from sheer terror (a number of the girls were physically shaking when I pushed the prod into their arsehole) to defiance.  I noted each reaction carefully.  It would be useful later on.

It was about time to shock (pardon the pun) blondie into action.  I turned and addressed her directly.

“You do remember my description of the last 2 shocks don’t you blondie.  You have 2 more chances to avoid it.”

Blondie began to sob uncontrollably.  This had the desired affect on the next girl who I walked up behind.  As I put my hand on her shoulder she leapt forward, her whole body shaking in terror.  This was going to be fun. 

I walked round to the front.  I had not had time to properly inspect all of the girls and now seemed as good a time as any to start.  She was stunningly attractive. Shorter than most of the girls (around 5’ 6”) she had long auburn hair, a beautiful face (piercing blue eyes, a cute button noise, and prominent cheekbones) and the sexiest mouth I had ever seen.  Her mouth strained against the ball gag, but she had perfect lips, full and naturally red.  She probably did not even need lipstick.  I stood and imagined those lips wrapped firmly around my cock, her tongue flicking the end gently and she sucked and slid and down.  I also imagined her reaction as I withdrew it at the last possible moment and came in her face, my warm cum dribbling slowly down her chin and onto her tits.

Oh my god, it was at that moment that I looked down and saw her tits.  They were nothing short of miraculous.  Large, firm, tanned, with perfect round nipples.  Her nipples were erect with cold and fear.

She was as close to perfect as any woman I had ever seen.

Tearing myself away, I moved around to the back.  She was just as sexy from the rear.  Her hair swayed sexily down her spine.  Her shoulder muscles strained as she hung by her wrists.  And then there was her arse.  Firm, taut, petite.  Her arsehole seemed to wink at me every time she tried to get some purchase on the floor.  I was mesmerised for a moment and forgot what I was there to do.  Everything seemed silent ….

I awoke from the trance and could not help having a fondle of that perfect arse.  She tried to pull away as I gripped her left cheek.  But there was nowhere to go and she swung gently back into my grasp.  My erection was pushing firmly against my jeans.  I was in heaven.

I pulled her arse cheeks apart to give access to her starfish.  I then began to work the end of the cold prod into that inviting hole.  She began to cry, the sobs muffled by the ball gag.  It was like music to my ears.  Then the unmistakeable hiss as she began to piss herself, stream after stream of warm piss dribbling down her leg.

“You dirty bitch!” I screamed, pretending to be annoyed.  I wasn’t of course – it just added to the excitement.  But she was not to know that!

I drew back my hand and without warning (she could not see) slapped her arse as hard as I could.  There was a slight pause before she screamed loudly through her gag and jerked forward, pulling the prod from her arsehole.  Her arse cheek was reddening beautifully, a perfect red hand-mark left on her cheek.  She sobbed even louder.

Time to move on I thought.  Without ceremony I shoved the prod deep into her arse, placing the other prod exactly on the base of her spine.  If I was instructed to press the button, this was going to hurt.  A lot!

I turned back to blondie.  I could see the trauma and indecision in her eyes.  There had not been a immediate “No” as there had been for all the others.

“Come on” I screamed. “I need a decision now” desperate for her to utter the word “Yes”.

And there it was: “Yes” the blond said, followed closely by “Sorry Vicki, I just can’t take any more.”  Then she began to sob, her face to the floor, tears dripping down her tits.

I had heard what I needed to hear and pressed the button.   

Vicki leapt forward in an arc of agony, her screams muffled by the gag but still clearly audible.  I could hear the electricity sizzling in her arse, the current surging through her and making her tits vibrate.  Wow!  I reluctantly let go of the button and Vicki sagged back, tears dripping down her body.

I went over to the blond and whispered again in her ear.  She began to cry again, but nodded slowly.  I could see Vicki in the corner of my eye, desperately trying to hear what I was saying, the terror growing in her eyes.  She had no idea how bad it was going to get for her!

I addressed the blond again.

“Before I release you - and all you sluts might as well hear this now - in case you have any silly notions of escape, or of attacking me, there is a voice activated implant in each of your heads.  One word from me and you will receive a shock direct to the brain: and believe me, you don’t want to experience that.  Another word and your head will explode.  I would demonstrate but I don’t want to waste any of you.  Not yet anyway.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master” the blond said quickly.  The rest could only mumble because of their ball gags.  But I think that they understood only too well.

“Good.  Let’s get you untied and then you can explain to Vicki what is going to happen”

The blond started to cry again as I untied her.  I couldn’t help fondling her breasts and tweaking her nipples as I did so.  I noted with satisfaction that she did not even try to pull away.  I had broken her already.

The blond cried out in pain as the blood flowed quickly back into her joints and she stretched.  She slumped over trying to regain the use of her limbs.  I “helped” her by dragging her to her feet by her right nipple.  She screamed loudly.

“Now go and explain to Vicki exactly what you are going to do to her.  And I mean exactly as I told you.  Miss out any detail and that part will be done to you.  Do you understand bitch?”

“Yes Master.”

The blond staggered over to Vicki, tears again streaming over her glorious tits.

“I am so sorry Vicki….” The blond started.  She was quickly halted by the leather strap that I was holding being swung hard onto her beautifully toned arse cheeks.  The blond yelped and fell forward, breaking her fall by grabbing Vicki’s tit. 

“Did I tell you to apologise bitch?” I screamed at her.

“No Master”

“Just tell her what you are going to do to her.  Last chance or it will be happening to you.  Understood?”

“Yes Master.” I could see the resolve growing in the blond’s eyes.  She was going to do exactly what I told her to.

“Vicki, I am going to push a large tube up your arse.  The tube will be lubricated with chilli oil.  Once the tube is properly inside you, I am going to drop in a number of raw chillis.  These will be sliced so that the juice and seeds can get out inside your arse.  Next I am going to use a speculum to open up your cunt ….”

I was pleased to see that she was using the exact terminology that I had told her to.  I had thought that she would avoid using the word “cunt.” 

“….The speculum will also be lubricated with hot chilli oil.  I will then spray “Deep Heat” onto your clitoris.  The speculum will be opened up so far that you will be convinced that your cunt will rip.  Don’t worry, it won’t.  They are very flexible.  But it will hurt more than you can imagine.  The Cattle Prod will then be pushed inside the speculum so that both prongs are touching your cervix.  I will then count to 3 and press the button.  The current will flow for 15 seconds which I will count.  If I let go of the button before 15 seconds, I will be shocked again on my clitoris.  If you pass out, we will do a further 15 seconds when you regain consciousness.”

The blond turned to me with worry all over her face.  Had she forgotten anything?  She had done very well in the circumstances.  All that she had forgotten was that the Deep Heat would also be sprayed onto Vicki’s tits.  The blond would have that honour now.

“Come here.  Do you know what you forgot?”

The blond nodded, her memory clearly jogged. 

I grabbed the “Deep Heat” spray and sprayed it liberally onto her tits. 

“And this is for nodding instead of properly addressing me”

With that I parted the lips of her cunt and sprayed it all over her clitoris.

At first there was no reaction from the blond.  Then her face contorted as the spray began to do its terrible work.  She cried and was trying to rub the spray off, tears streaming down her face.

“Tell me, what does it feel like.”

“Master, it burns terribly.  The spray on my tits feels like they have been stung by a swarm of wasps.  I almost want to tear my own tits off.  As for the spray on my clit, that feels like I have had a nail driven through it.  Please Master, could you possibly get it off.  I will do exactly as you have ordered.”

With that, there was a whimper from Vicki.  Any hope that she had that the blond would refuse to torture her was gone.

“I know you will bitch” I said as I kissed her passionately on the mouth.

“I will make you a deal.  If you add something sufficiently imaginative and painful to Vicki’s punishment, then I will let you pause and use this ice to soothe your tits.  Another addition and you can finish the job with your clit as well.  Deal?”

“Yes Master.  Thank you Master.”

I had no doubt that Vicki would be suffering even more than she had imagined.  I just wondered how quickly the blond would get to the extras.

I was not disappointed.  As the blond picked up the tube and started to dip it into the chilli oil, I saw her mind working overtime.

“Master, do you have a candle that I could use please?”

I could guess why she needed it but said nothing.  Let’s leave Vicki’s mind to run riot shall we!

“I do slut” and handed her the lit candle.  The blond placed the pot of chilli oil over the candle.  She was heating it up.  I liked it a lot.

Vicki’s eyes never left the pot.  She clearly realised what the blond had in store for her.  And she clearly could not believe that she was going to be that cruel.

Without any ceremony – I would have to teach her the art of anticipatory torture later – the blond walked behind Vicki and shoved the pipe straight up her arse.  Vicki tried to squeal with the pain and shock but only a mumble came out through the ball gag.  I decided that we needed to hear Vicki for the next bit and untied the ball gag, allowing it to fall to the floor.

Almost immediately Vicki began to beg: “Please don’t do this; you don’t have to do this” to the blond.  I was interested to see her reaction.  Dead eyes.  Not a moment of sympathy now. 

I handed the blond the cattle prod: “I think that she needs punishing for speaking without permission, don’t you?”

“Yes Master” replied the blond.

“A short burst on the left nipple should suffice” I said.

Without hesitation the blond confidently stepped forward, placed the prongs each side of Vicki’s left nipple and pressed the button.

An inhuman scream leapt from Vicki’s lips as the blue current flowed over her nipple, the bud visibly becoming inflamed and sore.  Both her tits jiggled erotically with the pulsating current.  Then the blond let go of the button and Vicki slumped forward panting with shock and exhaustion.  I guess taking electricity through your nipple is tiring!

“Now Vicki, if you have finished your outbursts, we should carry on.  I have a lot to do today.”  I nodded to the blond to continue.

The blond walked over to the worktop and picked up the 5 whole chillis that I had sliced to reveal the juice and seeds inside.  She clearly had a cut on her finger because she dropped one of them onto the floor as if she had been shocked.

“Oh dear,” I said “how careless of you.  I think that you should have that one.  Do you agree?”

“Yes Master.”

“Well, don’t just stand there, shove it in your cunt.”

There was about a second’s pause before the blond reached down and slowly inserted the chilli into her most sensitive place.  There is something even more erotic about a beautiful woman torturing herself I thought.  And it proved to me that the blond was now completely under my control.

The chilli quickly did its work because the blond was hopping around, clearly in agony, tears streaming down her face.

“Thank you Master” she said quietly.

That was unprompted and most welcome.  I would let her sting a while and then reward her.  She was going to be a most loyal servant.

The blond picked up the now bubbling chilli oil and walked behind Vicki.  There was a sudden hiss and I could see that Vicki had lost control of her bladder.  She was terrified, but said nothing.  She too was learning the rules.

The blond lifted the pipe in Vicki’s ass and, one by one, fed the raw chillis down the tube.  They quickly hit the spot and Vicki began to moan loudly and squirm in her restraints.  The stream of piss running down her leg resumed. 

I approached Vicki and lifted her chin, which had slumped onto her chest.  I kissed her hard on the lips.  She showed no resistance, but didn’t respond either.  I did not mind – a lesson for another day.

“Right Vicki, you have your blond friend here to thank for this next bit and I am going to be kind to you.  If you thank blondie here for pouring boiling oil into your ass, then I will allow you to scream, swear and shout what you like without being punished.  So, what do you say”

“Thank you Master” she said.

“Don’t thank me” I replied.

Vicki turned to the blond, clearly facing a dilemma.  Finally, I saw the resignation in her eyes.

“Thank you Chloe” (well at least I knew the blond’s name now – although I preferred slut or bitch).

“Thank you for pouring boiling oil into my ass.”

“Right then” I said “go ahead Chloe.”

Chloe grasped the pipe tightly and began to pour the oil into it.

I had never heard anything quite like Vicki’s scream.  It almost pierced my ear drum with its loudness and pitch.  It also nearly made me cum in my pants.  It was short-lived though as Vicki slumped unconscious in her bonds.  I was surprised to see Chloe continuing to pour the rest of the oil into the pipe.  Vicki was going to be one sore girl when she awoke.

“Chloe come here now.  You have done very well.  You deserve a reward I think.  Take the chilli out of your cunt and used that iced water over there to clean yourself out.  Then I am going to allow you to partially dress to set you apart from the other, more lowly slaves.  There is a fantastic basque over there which will set you tits off beautifully.  And, best of all I am going to allow you to suck me off until I cum in your mouth.  Now what do you say”

There was genuine gratitude, almost pride in Chloe’s eyes.  I really had properly broken her.

“Thank you so much Master.”

She rushed over to the sink, removed the chilli and washed wave after wave of iced water over her poor abused cunt.  The burning seemed to go away quite quickly.  It was obviously a temporary effect.  I was sure that the same could not be said for the boiling oil and looked across to where Vicki was still slumped unconscious.

Chloe stepped to pick up the basque.  It was very sexy, red with black lace.  She stepped into the legs and began to pull it up over her body.  It was at that point that she realised that it was at least 2 sizes too small.

“Here, let me help you”

I pulled the basque firmly up and over her tits.  They spilled over the top even before I had tightened the laces.  I then turned Chloe round and pulled hard on the laces.  There was a gasp from Chloe as most of the air left her body.  Her tits now looked enormous and very painfully squashed.  I tied the laces off. 

I was going to have to try tit sex between those tethered globes.  But, first things first.

I released my straining erection from my pants and, without a word, Chloe got to her knees, taking my throbbing cock between her full, red lips.  She was an expert.  No more than a minute later I felt the familiar pressure building in my balls as Chloe skilfully sucked and stroked my cock with her tongue.  I exploded in her mouth, wave after wave of hot cum flowing down her throat.  Chloe waited until the last explosion then carefully cleaned my cock with her tongue, grasped it gently between her fingers and returned it to where it belonged, zipping up my flies.  She then stood up, hand behind her back, clearly waiting for my nest command.  Perfection!

It was at that point that Vicki began to stir in her bonds.

Without any instruction, Chloe walked over to her and snapped a smelling salts capsule beneath Vicki’s nose.  Her head shot back and she moaned gently.

“Time for the next stage I think Chloe.”

Chloe nodded, lifting the cold speculum off the metal bench and walking towards Vicki.  Vicki could only muster a gentle: “No.”

Rubbing the chilli oil onto the speculum as she walked, Chloe kneeled in front of Vicki, parted her cunt lips with her beautiful manicured fingers and gently pushed the tip of the speculum inside her. 

Vicki was moaning constantly now, the cold of the steel speculum clearly doing nothing to calm the affects of the chilli oil.  The speculum slid further and further inside Vicki until it was fully inside her. 

Again without further instruction, Chloe began to click the ratchets on the speculum opening it up wider and wider.  At first there was no reaction from Vicki, but then the moans got louder as the speculum began to painfully stretch her.  Chloe never paused, clicking the speculum wider and wider apart until Vicki screamed loudly.

“Pause a moment Chloe” I said loudly.

“Yes Master” the reply.

“I want Vicki to fully enjoy this bit.  Now Vicki, I am sure that you think that your cunt will stretch no further and that you will tear if Chloe carries on.  You are wrong.  Chloe is going to stretch you for a further 5 clicks; that is about another inch or so.  And you are going to count. Do you understand?”

Not a great deal from Vicki but I did think that I saw a nod between the moans and tears.  Good enough.

“Now Chloe, take your time and pause after each click.”

She pressed the ratchet again stretching Vicki even further.  The skin around her cunt was stretched so far that it was almost transparent.  I could only imagine how much it hurt.

Vicki screamed louder than ever, but to her credit also uttered the word “One.”  Her breath was short and rasping.  I feared that she may have a heart attack.  That would be a shame although I had plenty more girls.  I looked around to see every one of them transfixed on Vicki’s cunt, clearly so glad that it was not then.

I nodded to Chloe, another press, count, and another, and another “Four” Vicki panted.

“See Vicki, I told you that you could stretch yourself much further.  You must be very proud.”

I nudged Chloe aside and pressed the final ratchet myself.  I could swear that I heard the skin tearing but could see no damage.  It must be inside.  “Five, Five, Five” Vicki screamed.  I snapped a smelling salt capsule to stop her from feinting.  I also roughly jabbed an adrenaline shot directly into her right nipple.  She was not going to miss the fun this time. 

Chloe slowly moved the prods of the cattle prod towards Vicki’s now exposed cervix.  The terror in Vicki’s eyes was a sight to behold.  Chloe pressed the prods hard into the most sensitive internal skin and, without warning, literally ripped the speculum out.  The pipe shot out of Vicki’s arse with the shock banging loudly on the floor.  The noise was followed by a wail from Vicki.  I looked down to see her cunt, still horribly distended and red, with the whole of the head of the cattle prod buried inside her. 

“Go ahead when you are ready Chloe”

And she pressed the button on the cattle prod.  It would seem that nothing that Vicki had undergone so far even compared to the pain of electricity directly on the cervix.  Blood began to dribble down the shaft of the cattle prod.  Vicki’s mouth opened in a silent “O.”  She could manage no noise.

Chloe was clearly taking no chances on doing less than 15 seconds and it was at least 20 seconds before she let go of the button, Vicki sliding forward, grateful for the relief that unconsciousness brought. 

Chloe pulled the cattle prod out of her, placing it gently on the metal table and stood waiting for further instructions.

It was time for the main event, the clock…….

[To be continued].             

           

PART 2

“Right ladies, most of you have been missing out on all the fun and I can see that you are desperate to join in.” There was a general chorus of moans and rattling of restraints. 

“You are going to be the first to test my new toy … the clock.  I bet you are excited.”

“Now Chloe here is going to give you the more interesting details as she selects you.  But here are the basics.  Each of you will be positioned at a number on the clock face.  I am afraid that you will not be that comfortable since each of you will be sitting on a large metal ‘cock’ and your hands will be tied behind your backs.  Your feet will be secured so that you are not tempted to get off.  As the hand of the clock moves round to your number it will flick a switch and your surprise will be activated.  But it will not be a surprise since Chloe is going to explain in detail what is going to happen to you when your switch is activated.  Although she doesn’t know it yet, Chloe is also going to select which number (and which surprise) you get.”

“Now, I am going to leave you alone with Chloe for 1 hour.  She will untie you and take out your ball gag.  It is up to her in what order you are untied.  You will then each have a shower, wash your hair and apply your make-up.  I want you all looking gorgeous.  You might need to help Vicki here since she will be very sore.  Then I want you to rub this tanning oil onto each other’s bodies.  I love that glistening look.  Finally, select from the lingerie collection in the corner and make yourselves even sexier.  Too much nudity can be boring don’t you think.”

“One final point, just in case you are thinking of not co-operating, the girl that I think looks the worst in one hour’s time will receive an extreme make-over.  This will involve, at least, a soldering iron to redden and arouse your nipples, a piercing gun for your clit and a ‘bra’ made from 500 coloured pins. 

“You have 1 hour….and I suggest that you are nice to Chloe.  I will, of course, be watching the whole thing on CCTV” I said, pointing to the camera above them.

With that, I turned on my heels and left the room, closing and locking the door behind me.       

I grabbed a beer from the fridge, sank into my favourite chair with my feet up and turned on the TV to watch the show.  This would be interesting on so many levels.

Chloe had obviously decided to release the girls in the order that they hung in order to avoid confronting those left until last.  Clever girl.  I watched as one after the other dropped from the beam, their faces contorted in pain as the circulation returned. 

There was a mix of reactions from the girls as they gags were removed.  Some were silent, lost in their own thoughts and terror.  Others made comforting noises to Chloe, some hugging her, their wonderful naked breasts pushing against Chloe’s basque clad cleavage.  A few began to have a go at her.  But, interestingly, they soon thought better of it and comforted her, saying that she had no choice.  Was that genuinely what they thought or had they remembered that Chloe would soon be selecting their fate?  Who knows.

The chatter then began, starting as dull background noise, then rising steadily until almost everyone was shouting.  There was complaints about their situation, crying, moaning and just a few murmours about escape.  I noted on a pad the 3 girls involved in that discussion.  They would be harshly punished….Time to remind them of their responsibilities.  And that I was still watching!

“40 minutes remaining” I yelled over the intercom.

A number of the girls visibly jumped with the shock of my interruption.  A number started to cry again.

But, it had the desired effect as the first 6 girls went into the shower block and began to wash themselves. 

There is something about a line of gorgeous, naked girls all rubbing themselves with soaps and shower gels that is particularly erotic.  Maybe it is the reminder of films watched in the teen years with College boys, sneeking a peek into the ladies showers through a hole in the wall.  Whatever it was, I was transfixed.  And, for the first time the girls seemed to relax a little.  The memory of happy hours spent in the bath/shower was clearly returning to them as well.  Time for another intervention….

“To avoid any doubt, I want clean shaven pussies.  I do not want to see a single hair on your pussies, under your arms or on your legs.  If you don’t remove them, I will.  And you would not want that” I said over the intercom.

“And one last thing.  You are not allowed to shave yourself.  You must shave each other” Another fantasy of mine fulfilled.

I watched as 3 of the girls knelt down in front of the other 3, gently rubbing shaving lotion onto their pussies.  There was a growing bulge in my pants as they each took up a razor and ran it over the few hairs that they had.  Then they rubbed their hands over the area to check that all hairs were gone.  Was it my imagination or were some of the girls taking the opportunity to rub the clit?

Around 45 minutes after I had left, all of the girls had showered and applied their make-up.  I had been forced to masturbate when the girls were rubbing tanning oil on each other.  They all looked stunning.

There was then a frenzy as the girls rummaged through the lingerie that I had left, each clearly looking to cover as much as possible, without risking being the “worst” of the girls when I returned.  The truth was that all of the lingerie was small and sexy, so the choice was limited.  There would be no cover-up going on.

I looked on in satisfaction as the last of the girls put on her g-string and nipple-less bra.  They had all complied with my instructions to the letter.  It seemed harsh to punish any of them ….

“You will find cuffs attached to the back wall.  All of you except Chloe now cuff yourself by the right wrist.  Don’t even think about trying to leave them loose.  They are fitted with electric sensors and I will know.  You will be severely punished.”  I said.

The girls all scurried to the wall and snapped shut the cuffs.  There was no chance of me being attacked.

“You have all done very well.  I am impressed.  In the circumstances I have decided not to impose the full penalty on any of you.  The girl who I select will have the ‘choice’ of soldering iron or piercing gun, not both.  What do you all say?”

There was an almost complete set of “Thank you Master.”  This was easier than I thought.

I walked up and down the line of girls, pausing to fondle a breast or push my finger into a pussy every now and then.  There was no resistance.  It really was very difficult, every one of the girls looked almost perfect. 

On the third run, I was pulling down each of their knickers (or moving aside the basque) to inspect their shaven pussies.  It was then that I spotted it.  On one of the blonds there was a small patch of fine hair that had been left.  I had my winner.

There was panic in the blond’s eyes as I stood up.  She had clearly seen the hair at the same time that I had.  But I did not want to be predictable….

I grasped the blond’s chin in my hand, lifted and asked her “who shaved your cunt?” 

The blond hesitated too long and I slapped her hard across the tits.  She squealed in pain and I could see a clear hand print developing on her perfect globes.  My erection began to grow again.

“I will ask one more time bitch:  Who shaved your cunt?”

The blond glanced to her left and slowly raised a finger, pointing at a tall girl with jet black hair and the biggest natural tits I had ever seen.  They were spilling over the bra that she was wearing, which was at least 3 sizes too small: “Tiffany did.  But don’t hurt her.”

Without warning I slapped her again hard across the tits.  I put my hands down her bra and lifted her up by her nipples. 

“Don’t you ever tell me what to do or not do again, bitch.  Do you understand?” I yelled

“And you will address me as Master.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Master” she whispered through her tears.  “Sorry Master.”

I let go of her tits and she fell to the floor, placing her hand across both nipples.

I then turned and walked towards Tiffany who was already beginning to whimper.

“Did you shave her cunt bitch?”

“Yes Master”

“Not very well did you?”

“No Master.  Sorry Master.”  She clearly thought that she was talking her way out of this.

“Well if you are too stupid to use a razor, you will have to find another way.  You are going to rip the remaining hairs out with your teeth.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Master.”

I released her cuffs and she walked over to the blond.  They exchanged a brief glance before Tiffany got on her knees facing the blond’s cunt. 

“Wait” I said “I want to watch this.”

I kneeled down beside Tiffany.

“Right I want you to lean forward and bite the hairs as hard as you can.  Do not pull them out yet.”

Tiffany leaned forward and took almost all of the remaining hairs in her mouth.  I could see by the strain on her cheeks that she was biting hard.

“Now slowly lean back so that I can see the hairs being pulled.  Not too far yet”

She leaned back, pulling the hairs tight.  The blond’s cunt was being pulled forward by her hair.

“Now throw your head back quickly.  I want those hairs ripped out.”

There was not a moment’s hesitation before Tiffany did exactly that.  She threw her head back and the hairs were ripped from the blond’s cunt, drops of blood forming where each of the hairs had come from.  The blond screamed.  This was, obviously, not the most painless way of removing hairs.

But why stop there.  I grabbed a bottle of alcohol based perfume from the make-up table and sprayed it all over her cunt.  Even I was not prepared for the intensity of the scream.

“Please Master, wipe it off.  It’s burning” she screamed.

“No” I replied calmly.  “Now we have finished what you 2 should have done properly in the first place, you will both need to be punished.  But how….”

“I know, we’ll play a game of tug of war…with a difference of course.”

I got the equipment that I needed from the cupboard.  It was very simple, a piece of bungee rope with a very large fishing hook attached to each end.  I walked back to the girls, dangling the hooks so that they could see them.  It worked … they looked petrified.

“Now, the rules are simple.  You each have 30 seconds to imbed the hook into your own tit.  You can choose either tit.  It is up to you.  After 30 seconds I will shout stop, then you will both move back to pull the bungee rope taut.  When I shout ‘pull’ you both move backwards.  If either of you take a step forward you lose and will be punished.  I will also rip the hook through your tit.  The loser is the one whose hook is pulled through their tit.  The loser will then be punished.  The winner gets to take the hook out rather than having it pulled through their tit.  So it is in your interest to get the hook firmly imbedded and to pull as hard as you can.  Do you understand?”

They both just cried.  I let it pass…

“Go!!”

Neither of them registered what that meant for a moment.  Then Tiffany grabbed the hook and pressed it against the flesh of her right tit, about ½ inch back from the nipple.  She cried out as the sharp hook pierced her skin and began to slide into her.  Moments later the tip of the hook appeared on the other side of her nipple.  She had done it, but it was only about ½ inch in.

The blond had got off to a slower start.  But it could prove to her advantage.  She had seen where Tiffany had put the hook and seemed to think for a moment before imbedding the hook deep into her tit meat, at least an inch back from the nipple.  As the tip came through the other side, it looked considerably more secure than Tiffany’s.

“Take the strain” I roared.  And both girls moved back.

“Pull”

Tiffany had clearly realised the disadvantage she had.  As soon as I shouted pull she raced back, completely taking the blond, who had not moved, by surprise.  The tension on the bungee rope increased until the hook ripped clean through the blond’s nipple.  The hole in Tiffany’s tit had increased in size, but her nipple was intact.  She had won.

The blond stood whimpering and holding her ruined nipple.  “Oh God no” she cried.  Blood oozed from the wound.

I grabbed the hot soldering iron from the workbench and began cauterising the wound.  Although I wanted to cause these girls pain, I didn’t want to disfigure them.  I liked them just the way they are.

The blond writhed in agony as the hot iron burned her tit meat.  But even if I do say so myself, the wound was very neat when I had finished.  In a few weeks when the scar healed, she would be as good as new – well physically at least.

“You can take the hook out” I said to Tiffany.  She winced as the hook travelled back through her tit.  But, no harm done.  The bleeding quickly stopped.

I turned back to the blond who was pleading with her eyes for me to leave her alone. 

“Do you need to be punished further, or will you follow my instructions next time?”

“No Master.  I will get it right Master”

“Ok then.  If my cum is dribbling down your tits in the next 2 minutes, then I will let you off.  Go” I said, looking at my watch.

There was a moment’s confusion on her face, then she got down onto her knees, undid my trousers and slipped my semi-erect cock into her mouth.  She sucked and stroked and licked my cock like her life depended on it.  For all she knew, it might have done.  Then well within the 2 minutes she felt my balls beginning to pulse.  She slipped her mouth from around my cock, held it right over her tits and wanked me off.  Seconds later, stream after stream of warm cum squirted onto her tits, running down underneath her bra.  Mission accomplished!  

“Right Chloe.  Come over here and we will get on with the game.”

As we walked over to the table a stunning brunette caught my eye.

“What is your name slut?”

“Zoe” she replied.

“Well Zoe, you are a very good looking girl”

“Thank you Master” she replied.

“I want you to pull your knickers down and masturbate for me.  I want you to make yourself cum within the next 10 minutes.  And I want to hear you cumming”

“Yes Master” she said as she pulled down her knickers.  Her face was going crimson with embarrassment as she slipped first one, then two fingers inside herself.  I left her to get on with her shame. 

“And you” I said, pointing at a petite blond with small pointed breasts and a girl with flowing auburn hair and big tits “I want the blond to decorate your tits with these coloured pins, whatever pattern she likes provided she uses all of them” (as she looked down she could see that there were at least 300 pins in the pot).  “I don’t like the blond’s tits.  Too small and pointed.  You will inject her with these silicone shots to make them bigger and rounder.  At least half of the shots must go directly into the nipple.  Do you both understand?”

“Yes Master” they said in unison.

“Well don’t just stand there.  Get on with it”

I watched as the blond pushed the first pin into the other girl’s tit.  Whether it was to get it over with, or for my pleasure, I did not know.  But she pushed that first pin right into her left nipple.  And it clearly hurt.  A lot.  There was an ear piercing scream and her hands quickly shot up to protect her tits from further assault.

“Put your hands down now” I said in a calm manner.  She quickly complied. 

“What is your name?”

“Kandi” she replied.

I reached out and pulled the pin from her nipple and handed it back to the blond.

“Stick it back into her nipple” I said “We are going to carry on until Kandi learns to take the pain in a dignified way.”

The blond stuck the pin right through her nipple again.  Kandi screamed, but this time did not raise her hands.  I reached out and removed the pin. 

“Better, but still not quite right was it?”

I handed the pin back to the blond: “Again.”

She again stuck the pin straight through Kandi’s nipple.  This time, there was nothing more than a whimper.

“Good” I said “You have it. Now no more fuss”

“It’s your turn blondie” I said handing the silicone filled syringe to Kandi.

“I am afraid that your task is going to be much harder since I am told that the silicone really burns inside your tits.  But the result is great.  I want no noise.  No resistance.  Understood?”  

“Yes Master”

“Now Kandi, straight into the right nipple I think.”

Kandi paused for a moment but just as I was raising my hand, she grasped blondie’s nipple between her fingers, squeezed and shoved the needle straight into the middle.  Blondie’s legs nearly went from under her, but there was not a sound.  She was visibly sucking in the scream.  She let out a moan a couple of seconds letter as the burning sensation began.

“Very good” I said “what does it feel like?”

“It is excruciating Master.  It feels like molten metal is running through my tit.  The pain is almost unbearable” said blondie, tears streaming down her face.

“You have been very brave” I said “I am proud of you.”

“Now carry on girls.  Exactly as you have been.”

I turned back to Chloe and we walked over to the table, behind the screen and out of earshot of all the other girls.

“Now Chloe, you have some hard decisions to make and some difficult explanations to give to these girls.  You are going to decide which girl is tortured in which particular way.  You are also going to explain to each girl what will happen to them.  One of them will be mounted on a vibrator and experience nothing but pleasure.  You will tell that girl.  For one other girl, you will tell them that they are to be tortured in a particular way but nothing will happen.  So you can ‘save’ just 2 girls.  For the others, the torture methods range from the deeply unpleasant to the permanently maiming.  It is up to you.  Excited?”

Chloe had a look of sheer horror on her face but just managed a “Yes Master.”

“Good, let’s get on with it then.  On the table there are 12 numbered cards.  Each of them has a description of a torture method on the back.  You must read through the cards, decide which number to allocate to a particular girl then go and explain their fate to them.  All the others will hear as well.  After you have explained what will happen to them, I will take that girl away and get her mounted on the clock.  Understood?”

“Yes Master” a tear forming in the corner of Chloe’s eye.

“OK then.  Start reading.  There is no rush.  Look through all the cards before you make your decision.”

I was determined to watch Chloe’s reaction as she read the cards, despite the distraction of 12 other stunning, lingerie-clad beauties around me.  And her reactions did not disappoint.  A couple of the cards produced a look of sheer horror.  Others actually led to Chloe reaching down to her cunt, as if to protect it from the despicable torture that was listed.  On 2 occasions she audibly gasped as she read the card.  Yes, I thought, I have got it right!

Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was probably only 5 minutes or so, Chloe looked up:

“I have read the cards Master.  Please don’t make me do this”

“Don’t worry Chloe, if you don’t feel able to do it ….” I said calmly and by the look on Chloe’s face, she was obviously shocked “…and you want one of the other girls to make the selection, then you can take your place on the clock.”

“No Master, I can’t face that.  I’ll do it.”

“I thought you might” I said with a smile.  “Well let’s make a start.  Just two rules.  First, you don’t allocate the vibrator seat until at least the 6th selection.  Second, you read out exactly what is on the card.  No explanations; no apologies.  Understood?”

“Yes Master”

“Right then, make your first selection and go and explain to the lucky girl what will happen to her.”  Another tear crept from Chloe’s eye.  But she nodded gently and returned to the card.

It took a couple of minutes with Chloe flicking through the cards before she made her selection and walked from behind the screen to face the girls.  It would be interesting to see if she had chosen one of the more extreme cards and, if so, who was the lucky recipient.

To my slight surprise it was one of the girls who had not been involved thus far.  A tall brunette with deep brown eyes and, at a guess, 32D tits.  She was a stunningly attractive girl.  But, she had a look of arrogance about her.  I wondered if Chloe had picked her first because she didn’t like her. 

“What is your name bitch?”

“Lauren” she whimpered.

“Well Lauren, you are a lucky girl.  Chloe has selected you first.  Now Chloe, what have you got in store for Lauren.”

Chloe, clearly holding back the tears, began to read:

“Slut.  You have been allocated the number 7.  You will be secured onto a medium sized steel ‘cock’ (length 7 inches; girth 1 ½ inches).  When the clock strikes “7” a switch will be flicked and the ‘cock,’ which has an oven element inside it, will begin to heat up.  The heat will build slowly at first but will eventually reach the point where your cunt and womb will be cooked…..”

Lauren had clearly heard enough.  Her legs buckled and she began to cry uncontrollably.  I punched her hard in the stomach, then grabbed her hair to lift her back up.

“Now that was rude bitch.  Chloe is talking to you and you will listen.  Understood?”

“Yes Master”, she gasped through the pain.

“…  The fun part is that you will have control over the last 2 increments of heat.  You will have to click the controller to turn up the heat for those 2 increments.  Once you have done so and left them at each setting for 2 minutes each, the heat will stop.  Don’t worry about feinting and missing the fun.  You will be given 2 adrenaline injections directly into each nipple to keep you awake.  Finally, just so your titties don’t feel left out, I will manually run a soldering iron around each of your nipples.  How many times will depend on how successful you are in a little game that we will play to take your mind off the heat!”

“Well done Chloe, an excellent start.  Now Lauren, what do you say to Chloe?”

Lauren, who was still getting over the shock of what was going to happen to her, clearly didn’t understand what was expected of her.  Just to get her thinking, I moved her knickers aside and gripped her clit between my thumb nail and finger and squeezed.  Hard!  Lauren let out an inhuman scream.  I kept squeezing and would carry on until Lauren understood what was required.  It took a while, she screamed and screamed, not comprehending what she had done wrong.  Then it dawned on her….

“Thank you Chloe” she gasped through the obviously horrific pain.

“That is better bitch.  Manners cost nothing”  I let go of her clit, but just as she was straightening up I slapped her as hard as I could across the cunt lips.  She doubled up in pain.

“And don’t forget again.”

“Now Lauren, if you would be so kind as to come with me, we will get you set up.”

Taking no chances I put a neck collar on Lauren, attached to the cattle prod.  Any attempt at escape would be met with a shock to the windpipe, enough to stop even the biggest of men.  Let alone a petite model.  I led her to the main dungeon.

“Back in a moment girls.  Feel free to talk amongst yourselves” I smiled.

I had not realised what effect seeing the clock would have on the girls.  I got the idea when we walked in, Lauren took in the full sight and then suddenly grabbed her crutch.  She was trying to prevent the piss from running down her leg.  She had wet herself with terror.

I looked around and understood why.  The clock was perhaps 10 metres wide.  At each numbered station there was a ‘saddle” with cuffs for the ankles and cuffs at the back for the hands.  But the bit that had undoubtedly caused Lauren to wet herself was the steel cocks sticking up from the saddle.  Some of them were so big that they looked like they could split of girl in two. 

“Don’t worry now Lauren, your cock is not as big as some of the others.  It will case you pain in a different way.”  She did not look reassured at all.

She was also probably not reassured by the extensive range of whips and canes hanging on the walls or the contents of my ‘toy’ cupboard (the doors of which were open) or the furnace burning in the corner.  She would get to feel the purpose of the furnace soon enough!

“Now Lauren, let’s get you out of those wet knickers.”

She stepped back slightly as I went to pull her knickers down.  I thought about punishing her but decided to give her one final chance.  I really am getting too kind in my old age.  Just as a test, I stepped behind her, held her tightly and shoved 2 fingers straight into her cunt. She was perfectly still.  Test passed…

“Now Lauren.  I like you, which is why I have my fingers up your cunt.  The next bit will be considerably easier for you if you are aroused and have some juices flowing.  I am going to wank you off for exactly 2 minutes.  I will then put you on the saddle.  The more aroused you are, the easier it will be.”

With that I began to slide my fingers in and out, rubbing her clit with my finger.  Lauren seemed to understand the urgency of her situation and began to writhe and moan at the touch of my fingers.  My erection was beginning to stir as well.  Soon Lauren’s juices were flowing nicely, dripping over my fingers as the pace got quicker and quicker.  Suddenly, Lauren let out a gasp and a long purring moan.  She was cumming. 

“Good girl” I whispered in her ear.  “It is going to be so much easier for you if you co-operate.”  With that I held her close to me, my hand feeling her racing heart beat from the orgasm.  “It almost makes me want to spare you the next bit.”

There was a look of hope in Lauren’s eye.  However, this soon went as I led her by the collar to the number 7 saddle.

“Time to hop aboard.  As you have been so good I am going to let you get on yourself.  It is so much less painful that way.”

Lauren gave me one more pleading look, before resignation and realism set in.  She realised that she needed to get it over with whilst she was still wet.  I held her hand as she slid onto the saddle.  One more pleading look my way before she raised her hips up, placed the tip of the cock at the entrance to her cunt and pressed down.

Sweat began to form on Lauren’s forehead with the strain and pain of forcing the steel monster inside her.  Whilst not the biggest of the ‘cocks’ the steel was totally unyielding and it was clearly stretching Lauren way beyond what was comfortable.  The skin at the side of her cunt was painfully stretched and almost translucent.  Had I made some of the other cocks too big?  We would soon find out.

The next obstacle that Lauren faced happened when there was about 2 inches of the cock remaining.  She suddenly howled in pain and came to a complete stop.  It took me a moment to realise that the tip of the cock had reached the entrance to Lauren’s cervix.  And her cervix did not wish to allow the cock aboard.

“I am afraid that this bit is going to hurt a lot Lauren. There is only one way to do it and that is quick.”

Before she could comprehend what I had said, I leapt onto the saddle, landing on Lauren’s legs.  She shot down the last 2 inches, the end of the cock spearing her cervix.  The scream was the loudest that she had done yet.  It was also the most erotic because I was hugging Lauren, her tits pulsing up and down as she sobbed with pain.  I lifted her head and kissed her greedily on the lips, my tongue exploring her teeth as she literally shook with pain.  My erection throbbed against my pants.  I was going to have to do something about that shortly.

“You did well darling.  Very brave” I whispered to her.  But she was lost in a world of pain and torment.

I secured the ankle cuffs, making sure that there was little or no scope for Lauren to move.  Believe me, she was going to want that cock out of her in a few hours time.  The bonds would need to be secure.  Finally, I gently pulled her hands behind her and secured them with the cuffs on the back of the saddle. 

Number 7 was ready.  But there were 2 things that needed to happen before I returned to the main Chamber.  I needed to do something about this erection.  And I needed to give Lauren a permanent reminder of her position on the clock.  I thought that Lauren would be more accommodating if I sorted out my erection first.

Lauren was still writhing round in her own world.  The pain in her cervix was clearly not getting any better.  Her eyes were almost rolling in her head.  I was not going to get much sense out of her for a while.

I grabbed the lubricant, smeared it liberally on my finger and slid it up her arse.  There was barely a murmour of recognition from Lauren.  Removing my pants I went behind her and shoved my heaving cock up her arse.  That seemed to wake her from the pain induced stupor. She moaned as I thrust hard into her.  The effect was fantastic.  As the end of my cock struck the steel cock Lauren shot forward, as if she had been electrocuted, then back.  It was double the effect.  And it soon told as I felt the pressure build in my balls and I exploded into Lauren’s arse, grabbing and squeezing her tits as I did so.

This seemed to bring Lauren out of her trance.  She was getting more accustomed to the stabbing pain in her crutch and the burning pain of stretched skin.  The body is a wonderfully adaptable thing.

Anyway, she would have something else to concentrate on in a moment.  I decided to keep it a complete surprise.

“Lauren, that was fantastic.  I have a surprise for you.”  Without that I blindfolded her and kissed her hard on the lips.  Amazingly her tongue slipped in my mouth.  She still wanted to please me. 

I silently walked across the room and retrieved what I was looking for.  I walked up behind Lauren.  She could sense my presence, but could see nothing.  This truly would be a surprise.

The first that Lauren knew of the surprise was when the white hot brand pressed into the perfect curve of her left arse cheek.  I held the brand on, drinking in the sight as her skin bubbled and sizzled as it burnt.

Lauren meanwhile had risen on the saddle in shock and panic.  Almost an inch of the steel cock was showing between the saddle and her cunt.  I removed the brand and Lauren fell back onto the saddle, ramming the inch of cock hard against her cervix.  She leapt up again, this time realising what had happened and holding the position.  I knew that she could not hold it for long.  She slumped down onto the saddle and finally passed out.

I removed the blindfold and admired the perfect red “7” that now adorned her left cheek.

Number 7 was ready.          

 

[To be continued].

Part 3

When I walked back into the room there was an eerie silence.  I had expected a buzz of noise.  The explanation I realised was that I had left the door to the clock dungeon open and the girls had heard the soundtrack to Lauren’s preparation.  No bad thing I thought.  Will increase the anticipation.

 

I glanced across the room and remembered the task that I had set for the blond and Kandi.  Time to inspect their handiwork.

The results could not have been any more pleasing.  Kandi’s tits were adorned with a perfect representation of the flag of St George, the red and white pins evenly distributed.  The blond was quite the artist.  Some blood had dripped down Kandi’s perfect, toned torse.  I handed her a cloth.

“Clean yourself up bitch.  I do not want you letting yourself go.”

“Yes Master” she said, wiping up the dried blood.

I ran my hands over the pins, watching fascinated as they rippled and caught the light on her tits.  Kandi winced as the pins were pressed further in but made no attempt to move. 

“Just one thing missing I think.”  I selected a white pin from the pot, pushed Kandi’s knickers aside and pushed a pin straight into her clit.  This time she did scream and jump aside.  I would let her off.  That clearly hurt a lot.  I moved her knickers back into place.

“Well done” I said, turning to the blond.  I was taken aback by the sight that awaited me.  The blond’s small, coned tits had been completely transformed.  They were now large and perfectly rounded, a little swollen in places, but otherwise perfect.  I reached to grab them.  They were obviously very sore because the blond started to cry as soon as I touched them.

“Don’t cry” I said “your tits are now perfect.  Not like those pitiful fried eggs you have had all your life.  The pain you have suffered is definitely worth it.”  With that I squeezed them hard, causing the blond to nearly jump through the roof.  I flicked her nipple hard just to complete the agony.

“Right let’s get on.” 

“Excuse me Master” a voice from behind me.  It was Zoe who I had told to masturbate for me, “may I stop doing this now?” – She had been masturbating for almost an hour and I could see that the lips of her cunt were becoming puffy and inflamed.

“You can have a choice Zoe.  Carry on for another hour or have a clothes peg on each nipple for an hour.  It is up to you.  I do not mind either way.”

She hesitated for a moment then concluded that she could not take another hour of masturbating.

“The pegs please Master”

“Well since you asked so nicely …”

What I had not told her, but she would soon find out was that these were no ordinary clothes pegs.  They were fitted with a sharp serrated edge on each side and a pin through the middle. 

“Brace yourself” I said putting a stick in her mouth “I understand from others that this is a little sore.”

With that I let the clothes peg snap shut on her right nipple.  The pin went straight through her bud, the serrated edge dug into her nipple causing a droplet of blood at each point.  Zoe has hopping about in agony, her screams muffled by her wooden gag.  No time to waste, I snapped the other peg closed on her left nipple.  The wooden gag shot from her mouth, which simply remained open in a silent scream.

“Now do not touch those or you will be sorry”

Zoe nodded.

“Chloe, are you ready for the second card.”

“Yes Master.”

She grabbed the card from the desk and walked over to a petite, tan skinned lady, who I again did not know….yet.  She was around 5 foot 4 with small features and a “C” cup.  She was what you would describe as cute rather than sexy. 

“Name?” I shouted.

The tears had started already. “Lucy, Master” she whispered, hardly audible.  I nodded to Chloe and she began to read:

“You snivelling cocksucker” very apt I thought, although coincidental “you have been allocated the number 3 position.  You are to become a human cow.  You will be secured onto a small sized steel ‘cock’ in both your cunt and your arse. Your tits will be placed into suction domes, like those used to milk a cow.  When the clock strikes “3” a switch will be flicked and the base of the 2 ‘cocks’ will inflate to create a water-tight seal.  The end of the cocks will then pump a boiling hot, chilli based enema solution inside you.  This will continue until your rectum and stomach are fully distended.  The suction on your tit domes will also be operated.  Your tits will be sucked onto needles in the surface of the dome which will pump silicone and adrenaline into them.  Your tits will be expanded to a Double E cup.  You will then be left like that for 50 minutes until the clock strikes 12.  You will then be given the opportunity to remain distended for a further 30 minutes or to receive a mystery punishment.  Enjoy.”

Lucy said nothing.  Her tan skin looked pale and she had a vacant look.  Resignation…Far less fun than resistance.  But we take whatever we get!

“Come with me Lucy.”

I had obviously become lazy or complacent because I completely forgot to put the collar on Lucy before I released her cuffs.  As soon as I did so, she charged straight at me, screaming like a wild animal.  It seemed that she did not want to be a cow!

Her attack took me by surprise and before I could properly react she swung a foot hard into my groin.  The pain was intense and I started to black out, stars appearing before my eyes. Lucy ran past me towards the door. 

I managed to pull myself together and shouted, as clearly as could, “Attack 8” (the number that I had given to Lucy.  A loud buzz came from Lucy’s head and she dropped to the floor as if she had been shot.  An electric shock direct to the brain would do that, I suppose.  She was out cold.

I gave myself a moment to regain my composure and recover from the pain.  Then, I staggered over to where Lucy lay, picked her up and carried her over to the “x” frame on the wall.  Moments later she was firmly secured by her hands and ankles.  I ripped her underwear off roughly and left her hanging – naked and at my mercy. 

I addressed the whole group: “Lucy has just made the biggest mistake of what’s left of her life.  Don’t any of you bitches even think about doing the same.  Understood?”

“Yes Master” the girls chorused.

Lucy spluttered as she started to regain consciousness.  A burst of smelling salts soon finished the job. 

I lifted Lucy’s chin, gently – calling on all of my reserves of restraint – and said, very calmly “Big mistake bitch.  Huge.” And I let her chin drop.

Making sure that Lucy could see my every step, I walked over to the toy cupboard, paused to think for a moment then put 8 or 9 items into a bag.  I walked across the room back to where Lucy was hanging.

“Just to make sure that you have no escape from the pain” I said as I pulled the biggest syringe I could find, filled with adrenaline.  I moved the tip of the needle to Lucy’s nipple and pushed it gently.  The sharp needle went through the nipple.  A gasp from Lucy.  Then I pulled it out again.  I repeated the process 5 times, before I ripped it out and jabbed the needle firmly through her clitoris.  She yelped as I fully depressed the plunger, pumping the adrenaline deep into her body.  There would be no escape.

Lucy seemed now to realise just how bad her predicament was.  She correctly sensed that I was on the edge.  She also correctly sensed that I might kill her.  But not yet ….

I took the wire snips from my bag and, without saying a word, chopped her right nipple clean off.  The blood squirted out, hitting me on the arm.  I drank every drop.  I knew that I would have to cauterise the wound but the blood seemed to be freaking Lucy out.  So it could wait.

Next I took out an empty jam jar and filled it with a clear liquid.  Lucy watched my every move as I did so.  Again without any word I grabbed her right tit (now nipple-less) and dipped the open wound into the liquid.  Nitric acid is about the last thing you want in even the smallest wound.  In a wound the size of a nipple, the stinging, burning pain would be almost unbearable.  I held her tit in the acid for a good minute until she was dribbling and had become completely incoherent. 

It was time to sort the wound.  I clicked open my Zippo and held the flame about ¼ inch below the open wound.  The skin sizzled whilst Lucy yelled in agony. The wound was closed.  The ruined skin almost looked like another nipple.

I had still not said a word since the onslaught began.

Back to the bag, I retrieved a set of 10 extra long needles with wooden handles.  Kneeling down, I drove the point of the first needle under the nail of Lucy’s big toe.  The scream was inhuman.  When it was about 1 inch in, I moved it from side to side.  I was rewarded with a stream of piss on my head.

“You dirty little bitch” I screamed.

Picking the severed nipple up off the floor, I threw it into Lucy’s mouth.  Before she could spit it out I rammed 3 of the needles through her top and bottom lips, sewing her mouth shut.  The barbs on the needles would ensure that she did not open her mouth.  She was now almost silent, which was a relief.  I love the sound of a tortured woman screaming but this was too much even for me.

6 needles left.  I shoved 2 under her thumbnails.  And 4 under her toenails.  Despite the adrenaline, I could see that she was on the verge of passing out.  No way, I thought.  And pulled all of the needles out except those in her lips. 

Time for the thing that would hurt her most.  Lucy was a beautiful and very vain model.  She would not be in the future.  I carefully took the lid off a squeezy bottle in my bag and walked towards Lucy.  Slowly, deliberately I raised the bottle above her face and squeezed.  The acid dribbled down the right side of her face, the skin melting and fizzing as it did so.  I was about to do the other side but stopped myself.  Better for Lucy to be reminded of how beautiful she once was.  I smiled to myself.  A different tack.  I parted Lucy’s cunt lips and gave a good squeeze to the bottle.  A mist rose from her cunt as her most precious bits melted away.  She slumped forward on the frame.

“Whilst Lucy has a little rest, you girls are going to help me decide the final part of her fate.  I will either: (a) use the spiked iron pear to ruin her arsehole; or (b) slice off her ear.  Which will it be – and everyone will vote.”

“Hands up for (a)” – 7 hands went up. The vain bitches clearly couldn’t vote for Lucy being further disfigured.  I had no doubt that she would wish they hand.

As Lucy roused, I spoke to her for the first time since I had started the assault on her body.

“I think that you have something to say to me bitch”

“I am so sorry Master.”

“Good start” I said.  “Now I want you to say:  Please Master will you ruin this bitches arse with the iron pear.  Because that is what you friends have asked for.”

“No Master; Please no more.”

I simply said 2 words: “Oh Dear!”

Taking a large belt from the wall, I turned it so the buckle was at the bottom and swung it hard, right onto her cunt lips.  The blood exploded from her ruined parts.  I swung again, catching her in exactly the same place.  A third swing and part of her left lip fell off.  I was starting the fourth swing when she screamed:

“Please Master will you ruin this bitches arse with the iron pear.”

“Why of course I will as you have asked so nicely.”

I was not sure that she even knew what an iron pear was until I took it out of the bag. I have to admit, it is a fearsome looking device.  It looks much like a pear apart from the fact that it has a winding handle attached to the stem.  When wound the handle releases a number of sharp metal spikes from the pear, which cut into whatever happens to be near them.  In this case, it would be the inside of Lucy’s rectum.  I had never used the pear before and was most anxious to start.

Walking behind Lucy with the pear I could see that the “x” frame left a perfect target.  Her arse was completely exposed and at my mercy.  The pear had to go in large end first.  This might be a struggle.  The choice was simply to hammer it in or to open her up first with a speculum.  Why not let Lucy decide?

“Lucy.  I have a little dilemma.  Your arse is far too small to take the pear.  Would you like me to just hammer it in or would you prefer me to open you up wide enough with the speculum.  You have 10 seconds to decide unless you want me to use the belt again to focus your mind.”

The look of terror on Lucy’s face was simply divine. She had no idea which was better.  In the end she decided that she did not want me using a hammer on her arse. So she went for the speculum.  Good choice I thought. 

“Chloe, I am a bit bored with doing all the work.  Come over here and open Lucy up with the speculum would you.”

Chloe dutifully came over and took the speculum from me.  As an act of mercy, she spat on it before pushing up to Lucy’s starfish and pushing…hard.  She had to, her arse simply did not want to take the speculum.  Lucy screamed and screamed as the cold metal violated her.  Finally, after about 2 minutes and with the sweat of exertion pouring off Chloe, the speculum was fully in. 

“Pump away Chloe.  It will have to be wide to get this in so don’t be shy.”

There was little reaction to the first few clicks.  Then, as her arse began to open up Lucy let out a low moan.  3 more clicks and she was again screaming incoherently.

“Only 10 more clicks Lucy” – There wasn’t.  5 at most.  I am a tease!        

Click, click, click.  As her arse was stretched wider and wider, Lucy stopped screaming.  It had clearly got to the point where the pain was too great for her to make any noise.  The look on the face suggested that she was on the verge of insanity.  Click, click.

Chloe stepped back and I advanced to check her handiwork.  The skin between the blades of the speculum was stretched so tight that you could see right through it.  I put my finger inside her arse to check.  Sure enough, I could see the outline of each finger through the skin.  I flicked the skin with my nail and managed to produce the first scream from Lucy for some time.  10 more flicks I she was moaning incoherently again.  Time for the pear.

Although Lucy’s arse was stretched to an obscene and un-natural size (like giving birth through her arse!) I was amazed to find that it was still not quite big enough to take the large end of the pear.  It was a real struggle to force it in and by the time that I had finished, there were 2 splits at the side of her arse, the blood dripping down her tanned skin.  A little acid on each cut served to seal them and to make Lucy wail again. 

I held the pear inside Lucy whilst Chole quickly pulled the speculum out.  This was all too much for Lucy as she passed out, her arse closing and trying to return to its normal size (albeit with the large metal pear lodged within it).  There was clearly some lasting damage since her arse would not close completely.  It had left an “o” of around 1 inch, from which pointed the winding handle from the pear.  Time for a break whilst Lucy regained consciousness.

I returned about 30 minutes later, wanting to ensure that Lucy had fully recovered.  I injected 2 further adrenaline shots into her, this time avoiding the nipples.  Finally, I broke 2 capsules of smelling salts under her nose.  There was no doubt from her reaction that she was fully alert.

“I hope you liked our little warm up Lucy.  Now for the main event!”

Lucy began to moan and utter over and over again “No, No, No.”  I let her off.  The begging was turning me on.  And after all, how could she be punished any more?

I began to wind the handle.  It was the first time that I had used the pear and I was intrigued to see how Lucy would react.

There was little reaction at first.  I knew that the pear would be opening up, wedging itself firmly inside Lucy’s rectum.  It was the next part that would really hurt!

There was a sudden click, signifying that the leaves of the pear were fully open.  As I continued to turn, the spikes (around a dozen of them) would be moving slowly towards the tender skin inside Lucy’s shit-hole.  A loud moan from Lucy told me that the spikes had begun to press against her.  I continued to turn the handle.  Moments later Lucy exploded in a frenzy of pain.  She screamed manically, her legs and arms seemed to lose control, rattling her restraints in a sick chorus.  And she lost control of her bladder again, a stream of warm piss running down her legs.  The spikes were in!

The final stage – I attached the winding handle to a chain and fed the other end through the pulley attached to the wall.  I then began to ratchet the pulley.  It took Lucy a while to realise what was happening.  She could not see anything.  But by her reaction I guessed that she could certainly feel the pear being slowly ripped from her arse.  This time fully opened.

I saw the end of the pear beginning to emerge, the metal gleaming in the harsh light of the dungeon.  Lucy’s already ruined arsehole started to stretch tighter and tighter as the neck of the pear came out further and the thick, opened body made its way out.  Lucy’s screaming became more and more intense with each ratchet.  It soon became clear to me that there was no way that the skin would stretch to allow the metal beast to slide out.  She was going to split.

Two more ratchets and the pear shot out, tearing through Lucy’s rectal passage in at least 3 places.  She slumped forward in her restraints, a broken lady.  Blood spurted from her ruined anus. 

“Chloe” I said, handing her the soldering iron “get those wounds sealed before she bleeds to death.  She is not getting off that easy.  Oh and clean the pear.  We may need that again if any of you other sluts try to escape.”  The eerie silence in the room suggested that non-one would.               

As I left the room I heard the sizzle as Chloe started to apply the soldering iron to each of Lucy’s wounds.  There was little doubt in my mind that she would be unconscious throughout the whole, gory process.

Part 4

I strolled back into the dungeon some 20 minutes later.  There was still an eerie silence.  The only sound was Lucy’s gentle moans.  She remained slumped in her restraints but was awake again.  I could only imagine the agony that she was in from her ruined anus.

“Nice to see you have joined us again Lucy.  I think you have something to say to me, don’t you?”

“Yes Master.  Sorry Master” she whimpered.

“And?” I shouted.

She looked confused for a moment.  Then it seemed to dawn on her:  “Thank you Master for torturing this worthless slut and teaching her the error of her ways.”

“Believe me Lucy, it was a pleasure.”

Turning back to Chloe, I said: “There is a problem.  Lucy’s arse is no longer watertight.  We are going to need to pick another lucky volunteer to sit on station number 3 and become the human cow.”

Chloe looked around for a moment and pointed sheepishly at the blond who had had the silicone injected into her tits.

“Good choice Chloe, although I can only imagine the pain from the domes on her already sore tits.”

I walked over to the blond.  I could not resist a squeeze of her now large, rounded tits.  She yelped in pain as I kneaded them roughly. 

“Now what is your name blondie?”

“Liz, Master”

“Liz.  You come with me.  And do not try anything like Lucy did.  OK?”

“Yes Master.”

I was taking no chances.  I applied the collar to Liz before walking her into the main dungeon.

Lauren was fully awake now, and moaned slightly as we entered.  Her newly acquired brand was still bright red and seeping.  She was pushing down slightly to relieve the pressure of the steel cock on her pussy.  She looked fantastic.

“Now Liz.  We are going to get straight down to business as Lucy has left us a little behind schedule.”

Handing her a tube of lube I said: “You have precisely 2 minutes to get yourself positioned on the saddle with the steels cocks stuck into your arse and pussy.  You can use as much of the lube as you like.  If you are not in position after 2 minutes, the lube will be replaced with chilli oil and I will position you.  You time starts now.”

After a few moments to assess her situation, Liz made a decision.  She was going to get herself on the saddle.  She climbed up, the saddle stretching her legs wide apart.  She squeezed a hefty dollop of lube on each of the steel cocks, positioned one at the entrance to her cunt, the other by her arsehole and slowly pressed down.  She gasped as both cocks began to slip inside her.  The one in her cunt slipped in easily.  It was not that big.  The one in her arse was more resistant, but fairly quickly slipped inside her.  Within 45 seconds, she had finished and was ready for the next stage.

“Well done Liz. That was very quick.”

I secured her hands in the cuffs behind her back, then moved onto the part that I was sure would cause Liz more angst.  The tit suction domes.

Pulling the domes from the ceiling a showed the inside of them to Liz.  She began to cry as she saw the large spike at the centre of each dome, destined for each nipple, and the numerous smaller needles all around the dome.  Her tits were already horrendously sore from the silicone injections.

I placed the first dome over her left tit and pressed the suction pump briefly.  Liz’s tit meat was immediately sucked towards the needles.  The pressure on her already sore tits seemed too much for Liz and she cried out in pain.  Ignoring the pleas I pressed the button until the tips of the needles were pressing against, but not penetrating, her tit meat.  She would be left like that for a few hours before the clock started.  I repeated the process with her right tit.

“Now Lauren, whilst I get ready, explain to Liz what will happen in the next stage.  And make it a full description.”

Lauren turned to Liz, hesitantly at first then: “Oh Liz, I don’t know how to tell you this.  Master is going to brand you on your arse.  He is going to take that white hot poker from the furnace and press it onto your lovely butt cheek.  The pain is horrendous, the worst thing I have ever experienced.  You can feel and hear your skin burning away.  And it gets no better when he takes the brand off.  It still feels like my skin is on fire, even now.  Be brave darling.”

“A very good description Lauren, thank you.  Are you ready Liz?”

“Oh Master, please don’t.  I will do anything.”

“Oh dear” I said, shaking my head. “You bitches never learn, do you?  If course you will do anything.  You have no choice.  What I want you to do is get ready to be branded.  What I don’t want is you moaning and pleading.  It is very tedious.  Now are you ready to be branded?”

“Yes Master” she replied, tears welling in her eyes.

“That is better” I said and, without further warning, drew the brand out of the flame and pushed it hard onto her left cheek. 

She was taken by surprise and the pain took a moment to register.  When it did she jumped violently forwards.  The leg restraints kept her from coming off the steel cocks, but as she fell back the seal on the tit dome was disrupted and the left one fell off.

“That is convenient” I said.  “We can combine putting that back on with your punishment for not answering my question earlier.”  She looked petrified.

I walked round to inspect the brand.  A perfect red, slightly inflamed “3” stared up at me from her arse. 

I retrieved the bottle from the table and sprayed it liberally all over her left tit (the one that the suction dome had fallen from).  There was an angry red circle all round her tit where the dome had dug into her skin.  But it had not broken the skin.

Liz was clearly expecting the liquid to hurt her because she jumped back as I sprayed.  A look of confusion crossed her face when there was no pain.  Indeed, I could see her thinking that the cold spray was pleasant on her stretched and abused tit.  I just smiled at her.

“Let’s get the dome back on shall we?”

Should briefly thought about protesting but reconsidered just in time.

“Yes Master” was all she said.

I carefully placed the suction dome over her swollen tit and pressed the button.  The suction created a seal then again began to drag her tit meat towards the needles and spikes on the dome.  I stopped, as I had before, as the needles pushed against, but did not penetrate the skin.  Liz was looking more and more perplexed at my intentions.  They became clear as I pressed the button again just as I was putting the controller down.  The suction increased causing all 20 of the needles to penetrate her tit meat.  The initial pain was not too bad.  It was just like having a number of injections, and the spike had still not penetrated her nipple.  It was around 5 seconds later when Liz suffered an explosion of pain that nearly caused her to pull the restraints out of the saddle.  That was when the acid that I had sprayed on her tit seeped into the newly created puncture wounds.  Liz reacted like she had been electrocuted. 

Her screams were music to my ears.  So much so that I did not want them to stop.  That was achieved when I sprayed some more of the acid onto her brand.  A piercing scream was followed by silence.  Liz had fainted.  Time to move on.   

Part 5

Strolling back into the main dungeon, I turned directly to Chloe.  The various side games, whilst great fun, were delaying my preparations somewhat. 

“Chloe.  Have you chosen the next player?”

“Yes Master” she said.

She took a card from the pile and walked over to a girl who I had hardly noticed.  She was of average height and had that girl next door look.  She was not standard model material.  She was, however, incredibly sexy and I felt another erection growing in my pants.

“Name?” I said, keeping the excitement out of my voice. 

“Keeley” she replied.

“Keeley.  Keeley. Keeley.” I said, mock exasperation in my voice.  “You have not been listening have you.”  She immediately realised her mistake: “Keeley, Master.  Sorry Master.”

I held her nipple firmly in my fingers, pretended to think then said: “I am going to let you off Keeley.  I think that you are going to try much harder in future.”

“Yes Master.  I am Master.  Thank you Master.”

“And you are going to start Keeley by wanking me off whilst Chloe explains your fate.”

With that, I shoved my now rock hard penis into her hand.  She began stroking and rubbing it as Chloe spoke.

“You are the Number 6.  You will sit on a large steel cock.  I am afraid that the cock will hurt and stretch you as you mount it.  When the clock triggers the switch it will operate a cooling rod inside the cock.  The cock will get colder and colder reaching a temperature well below freezing.  When it does so, your tender internal wall and your clitoris will stick to the cock.  It will feel like you are being burnt….”

Keeley involuntarily flinched, squeezing my cock as she did so.  Not at all unpleasant.  She carried on rubbing.

“… When the clock reaches 12-00 you will be released from your restraints and whipped until you lift yourself off the cock.  As you do so your skin will be ripped from inside you.  You will then be given a choice of Bath A, Bath B or Bath C.  One contains acid.  The other 2 warm soapy water.  You will sit in your chosen bath for 5 minutes.  If you lose consciousness the clock will be reset.  There will be a special surprise in one of the warm baths.  Enjoy!”

The timing was immaculate.  Just as Chloe finished the explanation, I came, a stream of warm cum dripping down Keeley’s leg. 

“Chloe.  Lick me clean” I said.  Of course, she did exactly as I told her to.

“Right come with me Keeley” I said, attaching her collar. 

As we were walking through to the clock dungeon I put my hand on Keeley’s arse.  It was perfect.  The muscles flexed erotically as she walked.  She was clearly no stranger to the gym.  Just for the hell of it, I shoved a finger up her arse.  She barely flicked.

“Kiss me” I said.  And she did.  A passionate kiss.  Her tongue gently exploring my gums.  Her teeth erotically nibbling my lower lip.  My erection was soon on its way back.  The look that she gave me oozed sex appeal.  I was going to have some fun with Keeley. 

I looked at the enormous steel cock mounted on the Number 5 and was worried that it would ruin her.  I was going to enjoy raping Keeley and did not want that.  At least not yet.  But how to change the situation without looking weak.  A flash of inspiration.

I whispered to Keeley: “See the steel cock on Number 5.  You are going to be put on that.  And it will permanently stretch your cunt.  You can avoid that if you do me a little favour.”

“Anything Master” her eyes fixed firmly on the large steel cock “I don’t think that I could take that” a tear forming in her eye.

“Well, you are lucky.  I find you incredibly sexy.  If you agree to act as my spy and my sex slave, I will make things a little easier for you.  I want you to report back to me any plots that the other girls make.  However silly they may be.  I am sure that you understand the sex slave bit.  Understood.”

“Yes Master.  Thank you Master.”

Louder now: “Sorry Keeley, I have put the plain vibrator on the saddle.  You need the polar version!”

I unscrewed the enormous cock on the number 5 saddle and replaced it with one that was no more than half the size (although it was still 3 inches in girth).  I also smeared the cock in lube, which I had not intended to do.  I really was spoiling her.  Then, I helped Keeley onto the saddle, placed the end of the cock in her cunt and supported her as she slowly slid down it. 

The pain was still significant.  Keeley gasped and moaned as her cunt stretched over the unyielding metal.  It was soon over and Keeley appeared relatively comfortable as I strapped her hands and feet into the saddle cuffs. 

Unlike the others I did not leave Keeley with any unpleasant parting shots.

Back in the main dungeon I asked Chloe if she was ready for the next selection.

“Yes Master” she said, grabbing a card and strolling over to Zoe. 

Zoe still had the clothes pegs attached to each nipple.  I removed them before Chloe began to speak.  She squealed in pain as the blood ran back into her nipples but soon regained her composure. 

“You will sit on number 9” said Chloe.  “You will have a steel cock in both your cunt and your arse.  You will also be wearing a specially adapted bra.  All 3 will be connected with plastic tubing.  The clock will flick the switch on a kettle.  The safety cut out has been removed from the kettle and it will continue to boil until all the water has turned to steam.  The steam will travel along the tubing to your tits, your cunt or your arse.  You will then be turned upside down and a funnel inserted in your cunt or arse (your choice).  A cup of coffee will be made by pouring the ingredients into the funnel.  You will then drink the beverage that emerges when you are turned back over.”

“Are you looking forward to that Zoe?”

“Yes Master” she said quickly, not wanting the clothes pegs to be put back on.

“Good.  Well let’s go then.”  And I led her by her sore nipple into the clock room.  There was no chance of her rebelling.

“I think that we will play a little game Zoe.  Would you like A, B or C?”

“B Master” she replied hesitantly. 

I grabbed the tube marked “B” from my bag and smeared it liberally on both of the steel cocks.

“Now Zoe.  You have 2 minutes to get yourself onto both cocks.  The punishment for failure will be severe.”

Zoe quickly climbed on the saddle.  She positioned herself over both cocks and began to slide down. A pause for a moment as the tip of the cocks penetrated her arse and cunt.  A nod and she lowered herself further, taking almost half of the cocks inside her.  It was then that she screamed and pulled herself quickly up.  “Deep Heat” obviously takes a little while to register.  I said nothing as I watched Zoe attempting to rub the Deep Heat away.  It made no difference; in fact it just got hotter the more she rubbed.  I watched the clock as the seconds ticked by.  When Zoe finally got herself onto the saddle, over 3 minutes had passed.  I said nothing, just securing her feet and hands in the normal positions.  I then put the plastic bra onto Zoe and connected the tubing to the kettle (which sat in front of Zoe in full view).

I turned to walk away, then swivelled back.

“Are you too stupid to tell the time bitch?”

“No Master.”

“So you deliberately took too long to get yourself on the saddle did you?”

“I am going to have to remind you about timekeeping I think.”

I went over to the toy cupboard and retrieved a set of tanners’ punches.  This was the equipment that tanners use to make the neat holes in belts.  I walked over to Zoe, pulled her cunt lips out as far as they would go and made a neat hole through both lips with the tanners’ punch.  By Zoe’s reaction I guessed that she did not want to be a belt!  I fed a ring through the neat hole a welded it together with the soldering iron.  I couldn’t resist slipping and catching her clit.  Clumsy me.

I then attached a chain to the ring, fed it round the beam in front of her and hung my pocket watch off the other end.  She would not forget the time again.

Part 6

Back in the main dungeon I nodded to Chloe to select another card.  She wasted no time before she walked over to the next lucky girl.  It was another girl who had been anonymous so far. 

“Name” I said.

“Tara, Master” she replied.  There was a hint of a sneer but not enough that I could be sure. 

Chloe began to read.  I sensed straight away that she was less unhappy to be delivering the news to Tara.  I wondered whether she genuinely did not like her and, if so, what torture she would have chosen.

The answer to my question arrived when she said: “You will be Number 1.”  I was particularly proud of this one.

“Your saddle is not quite as comfortable as the others.  It is an old-fashioned wooden horse with a sharp point all the way along its length.  In the centre is a thin steel cock.  It will not support any of your weight, which will all be taken on your clit, perineum and arsehole.  Large weights will be attached to your nipples.  If you lean back, the weights will be lifted by your nipples.  This will hurt.  A lot.  Your nipples will be stretched and are unlikely to return to their normal size if the weights are held for a long time.  If you lean forward, to take the weight off your nipples, this will activate a circuit which will randomly select one of the following: (a) electric shocks of varying length and intensity to your nipples; (b) electricity running constantly through the point of the wooden horse, shocking your clit, perineum and arsehole; (c) vibrations of the horse causing you to bounce up and down on the point; and (d) twisting of the steel cock which will release the swarm of wasps trapped inside.  Programmes (a) to (c) will each run for 2 minutes.  Once opened, the wasps will be given free access to the inside of your cunt.  If the weights are still touching when the 2 minutes has expired, a further programme will be selected. 

You will be positioned on the saddle with the steel cock inside you.  As the clock strikes one the supports will be taken away and you will be dropped onto the sharp edge of the wooden horse.  You will also be taking the weight on your nipples.  What happens next, you decide?”

I went over to Chloe and whispered in her ear.  She smiled, then nodded her head gently.  I had asked her whether she wished to further torture Tara by ensuring that her nipples were stung by the wasps before the clamps were placed on them.  She did. 

“Tell Tara the good news Chloe.”

“Before the clamps are placed on your nipples to take the weights, each of them will be stung at least once by a wasp.  That will teach you for being such a bitch.”

“And I will add a little surprise as well” I said, smiling at Chloe.  “Time to go Tara.”

Given the severity of the torture and given the slight sneer in her voice.  I was taking no chances with Tara.  I grabbed the cattle prod, stuck one prong up her arse and pressed the button.  Just for a short time.  But she got the gist.  She let out an ear piercing scream.  I unlocked her cuffs and kept the prod shoved hard up her arse.  She staggered into the clock room. 

A low moan escaped from Tara’s mouth as she saw the predicament of the other girls.  Seeing them tied up exactly as described made it clear to her that she would be tortured in the way described by Chloe.  She turned to run away but a blast of electricity up her arse stopped her in her tracks.  I realised that I would need to get her secured as soon as possible.

Walking her over to the Number 1 station, I pushed her hard towards the saddle.  Her hand touched the point of the horse and she quickly withdrew it.  She cried with the realisation that she would soon be balanced on the point by her cunt and arse.  Directing her feet to the stirrups, I pushed her up, sliding the thin steel cock inside her.  It went in easily.  The size of the cock was not the point of this exercise.  I secured her hands in the cuffs behind her, leaving enough slack so that she could not take any of her weight through her hands. Then her feet were secured, again leaving enough slack so that she would drop down as the stirrups fell away. 

Fully secured, I could now take a little time to enjoy myself. 

“Let’s start with the branding shall we?”

As I said this, Tara’s face turned to the burning furnace, then to the branded numbers on the other girl’s arses.  She understood her fate.  Or at least the first part of it.

With little formality, I grabbed the white hot branding iron and held it hard against her left butt cheek.  Her skin sizzled and melted away as I held the brand on for longer than necessary.  Tara required a little more breaking than some of the others.  She screamed.  But she did not pass out.  She was going to be more of a challenge.

Now for the wasps.  I could clearly hear then buzzing around in the nest under the wooden horse.  And so could Tara.  Pulling a stopper from the side of the horse, I quickly placed a test tube over the resulting hole.  Within a minute, 4 wasps had crept into the test tube.  I removed the tube and placed a stopper in it.  We were ready to go.

Although probably unnecessary, I smeared some honey on each of Tara’s nipples.  It would speed up the process.  Then, turning the test tube upside down, I removed the stopped and placed the open end firmly over her left nipple.

Tara was almost hysterical.  Wasps were the tough girl’s phobia.  How lucky.

The wasps flew around for a few seconds then, smelling the honey, all 4 swooped down onto her nipple.  Tara and I were both watching the wasps every move.  The difference was that Tara was terrified whilst I was fascinated.  I decided to give them 2 minutes.  If they had not stung Tara by then, I would move on to the other nipple.  I told Tara the plan.  Her eyes moved intently to the clock.

30 seconds passed and I was beginning to think that wasps were a little unreliable.  I need not have worried.  As the honey began to run out the wasps became more and more frantic, swooping down harder and harder each time.  When the first wasp found no honey, it dug deep into Tara’s nipple, releasing its sting.  Tara howled in shock and pain.  I could see her nipple immediately begin to swell.  Unfortunately for Tara, 2 of the other wasps saw the swelling as a threat and stuck their sting deep into the nipple as well.  Tara was sobbing incoherently by this stage.   By the time that a minute had passed, Tara had at least 6 stings in her nipple.  It was swelling at a staggering rate.

Onto the other nipple.  As I pressed the test tube onto Tara’s right nipple, the wasps immediately smelt the honey and flew down.  She shuddered as she could feel the honey being hungrily consumed.  She now knew what would happen when the honey ran out!  Which took about 40 seconds this time.  A fight ensued between 2 of the wasps, which resulted in at least 3 stings to Tara’s nipple.  The last one must have really hurt because a stream of piss suddenly ran down the side of the wooden horse. 

“Time” I said “for your little surprise.”

Opening up the test tube, I gently grabbed one of the wasps with a set of tweezers.  It buzzed angrily, its legs frantically flapping in the air.  Walking over to the wooden horse, I parted the lips of Tara’s cunt, exposing her clit.  I rubbed it, until it was throbbing.  Tara was going almost insane, chanting “No” over and over again.  I held her tight as I pushed the tweezers onto her most sensitive bud. 

This time the wasp was already angry and he wasted no time.  He repeatedly stung Tara on the clit, as I held him in position.  On the fourth sting, she passed out, slumping forward in her bonds.  Wasps are such fun!

After 5 minutes or so, I woke Tara with the smelling salts.  She moaned as all of her senses were regained.  The swelling in her nipples and clit looked very sore to me!

“Time to finish.  Other girls to sort.”

I showed Tara the cruel clamps that would be attached to each nipple.  They were like a small section of tube, maybe ½ inch long, with a hinge down one side.  The hinge was open at the moment and Tara could see the 3 spikes that would soon be pushed through the side of her grossly swollen nipple.  In fact, her nipples were so swollen that I was worried whether they would fit in the tube.  They might take some persuasion. 

“You can’t, my nipples are so sore” Tara said.

Without a word, I punched her hard on the right tit, the perfect globe sinking under the impact.  I repeated the treatment on her left tit.  Tara screamed, drool dribbling out of her mouth and down her tit.

“Listen carefully bitch.  You address me as Master.  You do not speak unless I tell you to.  You do not ever tell me what to do or not do.  Is that understood?”

“Yes Master” she whimpered.

“I have punished you for 2 of those offences.  One to go.”

I smiled as an idea came to me.  An idea inspired by the drool running down her tit.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, bitch” I ordered

There was almost no hesitation before she complied.  Taking a clothes peg from the table, I squeezed it open.  Tara could clearly see the spike in the middle.  But not for long as I let the peg clamp shut on the end of her tongue.  The peg now hung from her tongue, making it impossible for her to speak or to get her tongue back into her mouth.  It was about 30 seconds before she started to drool, stream after stream of drool running down her tits.  She began to cry with the humiliation.

Back to the task in hand, I grabbed Tara’s left tit, and squeezed the clamp shut on her nipple.  The scream was inhuman.  I had to use all of my strength to enclose her horribly swollen bud.  When I had got it shut, I quickly grabbed the soldering iron and sealed it.  The heat provoked another yelp from Tara.  I repeated the process with her right nipple.  The stainless steel clamps glistened in the harsh light.  She looked absolutely stunning.

“Now Tara.  Let’s get the weights attached.”

Tara glanced across for the first time at the enormous weights that were sitting on the metal contact pad.  I saw her mouth drop open even further and she again began to cry.

“Don’t worry” I said “you will not be taking the weight.  Yet!”

I fed the chain from each weight through the pulley in the ceiling, then clicked one to each nipple clamp, making sure that there was no slack in the chain.  The chain was gently pulling each of Tara’s nipples slightly forward.

“Actually Tara, I lied.  You are going to test them.  I would not want it to be too much of a shock when the clock strikes one.  Now lean back and take the weight.  30 seconds should be enough I think.   Then you can rest.”

She again hesitated for slightly too long.  A strike of the cane across her taut stomach soon got her leaning back.

As she leant back, the weights did not move.  Tara’s tits and nipples just stretched further and further.  Tara was wailing with pain.  I was worried that I had made the weights too heavy and that her nipples would be ripped off.  Then, with a loud scream from Tara, the weights lifted off the contact pad.  She screamed constantly as she held the weights up by her nipples, the weights swinging more and more severely as she trembled.  Then, down they went.

“Oh dear Tara.  Only 10 seconds.  Off you go again” I said, whipping her with the cane on her stomach.

It seemed to hurt even more this time.  Sweat poured off Tara’s brow as she struggled to get the weights up.  Finally, with a gut wrenching squeal, she managed it.  This time a constant low groan was all that Tara could manage.  She was almost delirious with pain.

20 seconds gone and Tara was flagging, the weights getting closer and closer to the pad.

“Here, let me help you” I said, standing behind Tara and holding her shoulders so that she could not let the weights down.

She screamed and screamed as I held her there for another 20 seconds, her nipples and tits stretching further and further with the enormous strain.  She shot forward as I let go.  The drool, sweat and tears were flowing uncontrollably down her tits and stomach.  It was one of the most erotic sights that I had ever seen.

I walked I front of Tara and kissed her hard on the lips, the clothes peg tickling my lip as I did so. 

“Right Tara.  You have a little rest.  I need to go and get the next girl.  Now, what do you say?”

A look of confusion, then: “Thank you Master.”

“Thank you for what?”

“Thank you Master for spending so much time with me and for helping me hold up the weights.”

“That is a pleasure Tara.  But when the clock strikes one, you will be on your own.  It is hold the weight or get the surprise.  The choice is yours.  Now rest my darling.”

I kissed her again, before walking out of the dungeon.  That had been fun.

Part 7

   

“Right Chloe.  Have you got the next card ready?”

“Yes Master” she said.

She strolled over to a girl at the far end of the room, petite with bobbed, dark hair and deep brown eyes.  She was wearing a nipple-less lacy red bra and crutch-less knickers.  She had obviously not been very assertive when the girls were ‘selecting’ the underwear.  The panic in her eyes revealed that there was little fight in this one.

“Cock-sucking whore, you are the number 2.  You will be placed on a saddle with steel cocks inserted up your cunt and arse.  Metal contacts will also be attached to your nipples, ears, nose and clitoris.  When the clock strikes 2, you will receive random electric shocks of varying intensity through some or all of the contact points.  This will continue for 55 minutes until the clock strikes 12.  You will then have a choice – The current will be through all contact points.  You decide the length and intensity.  Full power for 5 minutes or half power for 10 minutes.”

“Come with me” I said “releasing her cuffs.”  She came without a murmour.

Once inside the clock room, I instructed her to mount the saddle.  No lubrication offered or requested.

She grimaced as she tried to slide down the cocks.  I could see the skin being painfully stretched as she desperately tried to get the cocks inside her.  A look of terror was in her eye as she saw me watching impatiently.  With a shriek of pain, she suddenly slid down onto the saddle, tears streaming down her face.  I secured her hands and feet in the cuffs and attached all of the clips to her nipples, ears, nose and clit, deciding whether to have any further fun with this girl.  She was almost too impassive to be exciting.  Almost!

“Would you like to suck my cock, you cock-sucking whore?” I asked gently.

A slight pause then: “Yes Master.  Thank you Master.”

“Well, you have got 2 minutes to make me cum, or you will be punished.  Ok.”

“Yes Master.”

I stood with my legs astride the saddle and placed my still flaccid cock between her lips.  To be fair, she was surprisingly good.  As she sucked and licked, my cock soon reached its erect state.  And if I had let myself go, I could have cum.  Unfortunately for her, I had decided a novel punishment and was determined to use it.      

I came as the clock reached 3 minutes.  She swallowed every last drop, heaving as she did so.  Clearly a girl that was as good looking as her didn’t need to swallow in the real world!

For a moment she looked relieved.  The feeling was short lived, however, as I pointed to the clock.  A look of sheer terror crossed her face.

“Sorry Master.  I tried my best.  I really did” she whispered. 

“I know you did my darling.  But you understand that I still have to punish you, don’t you?”

“Yes Master” she said, her head bowed and a tear forming in her eye.

Reaching into my bag of tricks, I pulled out a jar of honey and smeared it liberally all over her clit.  The next jam jar contained the stinging ants.  I tipped them onto the saddle.  There were more of them than I had thought.  The saddle soon became a moving black mass.  And all of the ants were heading for the honey. 

A look of sheer panic crossed her face as the first of the ants reached the honey.  Then relief.  I could see that the ants were eating the honey, which seemed to tickle her clit.  Were these insects going to let me down?

I need not have worried.  Within seconds her cunt and clit were covered in ants.  Some of them were crawling up the metal cock and nestling inside her cunt.  The look of anguish on her face was clear.  She had obviously never had insects inside her before!

It took approximately 45 seconds for all of the honey to disappear.  It was at that point that the ants became angry.  And they started to sting and bite at will.  Before long she was screaming in agony and begging me to get them off her.  Angry red marks were appearing on her cunt lips, which we also beginning to swell alarmingly.

I left her for another 30 seconds before I whispered in her ear:  “Do you want me to get them off you?”

By now she was hyperventilating with pain and shock.  “Yes Master.  Please Master.  I will do anything.”

“Well you are wired up to the mains as you know.  Would you like me to put the power up to full and kill those ants with a 30 second burst of electricity?  Your choice” I smiled.

Doubt crossed her face for about 10 seconds.  Then, as another ant stung her, she screamed: “Yes Master.  Please do it now Master.”

I slowly picked up the control box, turned the power to full, the timer to 30 seconds and moved my finger over the switch: “Are you sure” I said “this will cause you a lot of pain.”

“Yes Master.  Please Master.  I can’t stand this any longer.”

With that, I pressed the button.  The current surged through the metal cocks inside her and through the wires into her nipples, clit, ears and nose.  Her body arched up in agony, an ear piercing yelp escaping her lips.  The cocks sizzled as piss streamed from her cunt.  This at least cooled the contact point on her clit.  She had no such luck with the other contacts and a wisp of smoke began to rise from the contacts on her nipples, ears and nose.  I could see the skin burning underneath them.  And still the ear piercing yelp continued.  By the time 30 seconds had passed, she had feinted, slumping forward in her bonds.  But most of the ants were dead.  She had her wish!

I decided to move onto the next girl.

[To be continued…]