Internal Investigation

INTERNAL INVESTIGATION – PART II

Sonya was only dimly aware of herself and even less of her surroundings.  The first thing of which she was certain was the pain which ranged from wracking agony to mild discomfort, depending on the area of her body from which it emanated.  She tried to shake her head to chlear it and found she couldn’t.  Still in a dazed state, she couldn’t understand why, nor why a flower garden of torment had fully bloomed in her tits, her nipples and chest area.  Then the other discomforts crowded in; the stragulation of her limbs, the massive obstruction in her mouth, the stinging sensation on her tongue and her pussy, the twinges in the back of her head.

But what dominated all was the constant and bonecrushing ache in her tits.  And underneath this ache an underlying sense that something was wrong, as if a deeper hurt, as yet barely felt, lurked behind the rest.  Before she opened her eyes she knew that she was positioned at an angle 15 degrees from the vertical, leaning forward.  When she did open her eyes and saw the torture chamber with its instruments, apparatus and pervasive gloom she instinctively struggled: “That bitch, that fucking little whore!  I’ll kill her!” Full consciousness had returned and with it an anger deeper than her hurt and a desire to make Hing Lee pay.

In her rage, she strained hard with every muscle but the only body part that moved slightly was her hips bucking against their support.  Agony immediately flashed from her tits right up to her arms and she screamed through her gag.  Her breasts were being pulled in all directions, it seemed, by some sadistic force.  Just then she heard a loud creaking and hinges’ rusty groans.  The pain, now not quite as bad, was still breathtaking.  From behind and off to the side, that excited giggle reached her but without that trace of nervousness, joined by a loud, steady clapping.

“Ooooh, my wittle pony-wider’s wide awake.  She’s ben asweep a long long time and now it’s time for her to have some fun, too!”  Hing Lee came into view, a diminutive dominatrix clad in her leathers.  From two feet away she mouthed a pouting baby kiss at Sonya and put her hands together hopping up and down in excitement.  Sonya wanted to strike out and squash her.  Instantly she revised her opinion based on what had happened a minute before seeing as her pain was still lancing her nipples and tits.

Hing Lee reached out with a silky glove and caressed Sonya’s nether lips, the softness of the touch an island in an ocean of pain, a softness Sonya just hadn’t believed possible on her cunt and she didn’t know why.  “And how”s this wittle pussy doing, huh?” she asked, fingering her victim’s slit.  “You know, Sonya’s a bad name for you; your new name is Pussy............Pussy Pony-wider”, she giggled, pleased with her inventiveness.  “But Pussy’s been bad, bad, bad!”  At each sound of the word “bad” Hing Lee did something invisible to Sonya which sent little flames into Sonya’s cunt lips.  She winced and did her best not to move her hips again. 

“Pussy hasn’t told us everything now, has she?”  As Hing Lee finished Sonya felt a silky finger slip into her cunt and prod the thick membrane inside.  Involuntarily Sonya bucked her hips trying to dislodge the finger but it kept pressing against her hymen.  At once, the pain redoubled in her tortured mammaries.  Sonya grunted loudly behind her gag.  “Ooooh, did Pussy say something? Is something wrong with wittle Pussy’s titties?  But Pussy knows she’s supposed to keep vewwy vewwy quiet all the time.  I have to punish wittle Pussy now.”  Sonya could make out that just below the line of her gaze her tormentor made a gesture with both hands and the pain swamped her skull.  She clenched her eyes and, in spite of herself, tears squeezed out.  Sonya had not wanted that to happen, especially in front of Hing Lee.

“Aw, don’t cwy my wittle Pussy; Mistwess will take good care of you.”  Unable to keep up the act, Hing Lee burst out laughing and the tears streamed down Sonya’s face, tears now born of anger and humiliation as much as pain.  Hing Lee resumed a more normal tone which was surprisingly bereft of all accent now: “MMM, that cherry looks ready to pop really nicely.  Wnat me to do it now?” she asked, her finger once more prodding Sonya’s hymen.  “Just nod once for “no”, or not at all if you want me to do it real hard right here”, she added, knowing full well that Sonya’s head was immobilized.

Sonya moved her eyes back and forth with a loss of composure not usually associated with her.  “No?  OK, we’ll talk about it later”, Hing Lee stated, patting Sonya’s cunt.  “Tell me”, she asked in a facetious tone of voice, “what do the letters CIA mean?”  Sonya’s eyes opened wide, the pain now relegated to the background.  “I mean, what am I to think?  Here’s a CIA ID card”, she pointed to a nearby table, “with YOUR picture on it.  I sent someone to get all your things from your hotel so we could check them further but, silly him, somehow rocks got in your suitcases and they fell in the ocean a few miles out.  I guess we’ll never know.  But I think we’ll have fun together now.  I mean, you did seem to enjoy yourself the last time we were together, no?  Slant-eyed cunt, eh?” She began to caress Sonya’s face with a single gloved finger.

“Oh, in case you’re wondering, you’ve been out for five days, time enough for a few changes to have occurred in your life.  But you’ll learn what they are soon enough.  You’ve been tied her just over two hours now while we waited for you to wake up.  Shame, shame on wittle Pussy”, she had finished, reverting to her annoying accent.  “Would wittle Pussy wike to see?”  Attendants brought forth a long mirror and propped it in front of Sonya at the same angle at which she was restrained.  Sonya was now able to take in the whole scene.  She was tied to a massive wooden St. Andrew’s Cross which had a small vertical wooden piece standing up from the top intersection so that her head could be strapped and immobilized as well.  Thick leather straps bound her to it at her wrists, biceps, thighs, ankles, neck and forehead.  Wooden impediments at each side of her head had kept her from turning it.

The source of her great agony was now visible.  Sonya winced upon seeing it and felt the throbbing ache all the more.  Lead weights hung from each of her nipples, suspended by a chain joined to rings embedded deep into those nipples.  “The bastards had pierced her!” she inwardly screamed.  Seeing where her gaze was directed, Hing Lee lauged and gave a push to each weight, sending them both into swinging arcs due to the angle at which Sonya had been propped forward.  Fire ran through Sonya’s stretching tits, the nipples now cruelly pulled downwards.  Tears squeezed out again.  She stifled any sound not trusting the huge red ball gag to do this for her.  It protruded from her mouth exactly as it had from Blossom’s.  It was tied behind her head and lodged behind her teeth.

Looking down upon her reflection Sonya noticed that her cunt lips also showed a glint of metal near her clit.  But what arrested her attention even more in spite of the pain was her smooth bald pussy.  Ther wasn’t the slightest trace of stubble.  “Oh, I noticed you had shaved part of it off.  You were indisposed so I took it upon myself to have the rest done.  But somehow, i don’t know, my helpers thought I had mentionned electrolysis.  It looks like wittle Pussy won’t ever ever have to shave again”, she finished as she began to finger those inviting lips.

Hing Lee then stopped and untied the gag and removed the spit covered ball.  “Why don’t we finish our look at your new jewelry then? Stick out your tongue, whore.”  She squeezed Sonya’s cheeks and the victim, wishing to know the truth, did as she was told.  At the end of her tongue flashed a ring, its arc going over the tip and back under.  “My jewellers found you the best, but don’t worry about the cost.  I’m sure we’ll manage something”, Hing Lee blurted out.  Giggling, she continued, “but unfortunatewy, it wooks wike these wings were permantwy set.” She rotated one of the cunt rings a few times to illustrate as it went full circle without impediment.

Outraged, Sonya held back a verbal attack, knowing where that would lead.  Tugging on a nipple chain Hing Lee ordered, “Open”.  Whether from pain or surprise, Sonya opened her mouth and the ball was back in place.  Hing Lee then went to the nearby table and brought back a syringe while shistling a tune, broken only by giggling which, as she approached, became more pronounced.  The needle jabbed in Sonya’s left buttock and came out empty.  “That was number 5.”  Now laughing outright, the dominatrix managed to say, “Yes, there’ll be BIG changes in your life”, before another quake of mirth shook her.  Reverting to her baby-talk, she added, “but I feew weewy, weewy tewible.  Poor Pussy fell asweep before we could finish our last party, didn’t you wittle Pussy?”  On hands and knees, Hing Lee advanced towards her restrained victim, eye level with her naked cunt.  Once there she sat on her heels and took to licking the soft baby skin before her.  Soon, Sonya’s clit poked out its head, easily visible without the hair.  Hing Lee’s lips pursed around it and her tongue began to flick.

Through her pain Sonya felt the stirrings in her loins.  She didn’t want to let her tormentor ger her way but soon her she felt her juices beginning to flow.  The wave inside her began to build, her hips began to shake, then to buck.  Shattering pain raced through her tits because of her movements but it wasn’t enough to push back the swelling crest that fast approached.  Straining hard, Sonya braced herself for orgasm ---- it stopped!  Hing Lee’s tongue was motionless, poised above the engorged and straining clit, just out of reach of Sonya’s searching hips.  Her cunt was widely parted and the lips glistened in their juices and Hing Lee’s saliva.  When her bucking subsided Hing Lee once more dipped in till orgasm was again barely avoided.  And so it went till Hing Lee had counted ten near misses and a wild look had entered Sonya’s eyes, her body seemingly a bottomless receptacle for both furstrating pleasure and endless agony.

At that point Hing Lee slowly arose, brushing against Sonya’s body: “Poor, poor Pussy.  She’s all hot and bothered.  She just can’t wait, can she now?”  She fingered Sonya’s clit till an 11th near miss was registered.  “But what’s this?  Why didn’t Pussy tell me something was bothering her pwetty wittle titties?”  With a hand near each nipple she pulled a pin from each chain.  The weights dropped and Sonya’s tits flung upwards, bouncing back, their nipples now purple.  She screamed.  The pains was worse now than before.  “Does my wittle Pussy want them back on?”  Sonya’s eyes raced back and forth in their tears, desperately trying to signal her negative response.  “Poor Pussy.”  Hing Lee jiggled her victim’s tits in her hands, eliciting yet more tears and rapid breathing through flared nostrils.

Hing Lee then produced another syringe.  “This is something my own medical team developed for me”, she intoned.  “You’re gonna like THIS.”  She stabbed the right buttock and then a large black man approached.  He began to undo the bindings on her neck and head.  Sonya saw her chance.  She was going to break this fucker’s neck and torture that little chink bitch.  The leg bindings slipped off.  The attendant then fiddled with the last remaining straps at each wrist, exposing himself to an easy death blow.  Off they snapped.  Sonya fell into his arms and was carried to a cell not far way.  Her eyes frantically sought explanation.  “This drug arrests all muscle movement for 15 minutes with no loss of consciousness.”  True enough, she could not even close her eyes.

When Hing Lee called upon Sonya the next morning she found her in the tormented state she had hoped.  Sonya was kneeling on a low platform, a few inches off the ground, face close to the wall with her wrists strapped three feet apart to the same wall at approximately head height.  Her knees where 18 inches from the wall, her upper calves and ankles firmly strapped to the platform with stops in front of each knee to keep them from sliding forward.  In such a position she was forced to lean towards the wall.  At face level a black rubber cock stuck out of the wall, six inches in length, quite large in girth and looking quite realistic.

The previous night they had washed her quickly, taken care of her bodily functions and tied her in the position she now found herself in.  She had been informed, “This cock is your lifeline.  You get your liquid and nutrients from its head.  There are sensors in its base against the wall.  When you get either thirsty or hungry, you go down on that cock and bang your lips against the wall 5 times.  But after each lip touch you have to back up to the head.  After 5 touches you get what you want.  Each time you try again the required number of touches increases by 5 to a maximum of 50..”  Then they had left.

Her tits still profoundly aching from their base to their nipples, Sonya had been revolted by the very thought of doing what was suggested.  However, she acknowledged a ravenous hunger and a savage thirst.  After the first two hours in her kneeling position, choking back her repugnance, she had finally brought herself to wrap ehr ruby lips around the cock.  Immediately, from somewhere off to the side, a cheer of several voices had risen.  She realized that she had an audience and, humiliated by what she had let herself do, drew back.  Three cameras pointed at her, one from each side and one from the top, each connected to a large television fixed on a far wall in order to provide the viewers with triple angle closeups.  She had sworn not to resume, maintaining what she hoped looked like quiet dignity.

Two hours after that, unable to endure it any longer, she had opened wide and slowly gone down on the repulsive protrusion.  More cheers had erupted as, three quarters of the way down, she had gagged and paused.  Relaxing her throat muscles, forcing herself to think that this was for self preservation and swearing revenge, she had leaned forward again until her lips had touched the wall.  Wishing to be done quickly, she had pumped 5 full strokes holding back the choking.  Three quick jets had erupted in her mouth, taking her by surprise.  She sputtered and coughed as she pulled back, half of the vile, viscous liquid spilling over her chin and lips.  The crowd jeered and taunted.  Whatever had been added to this horrible liquid made it thick and salty; and the saltiness did little to alleviate her thirst; in fact, it perhaps even heightened it.

She’d gone back 10 times to the black cock, its vertical slit grinning derisively at her.  She’d told herself each time that this was the last, and each time requiring those 5 extra strokes till she had reached 50 and her throat was raw.  It had produced mucus and from her mouth had drooled saliva which had seeped past her lips during each operation, those strands only to be followed by others from the cock’s spillover when it shot its 3 jets.  Laughter and cheering had taunted her.  Her privacy seemed to have been violated in EVERY respect.  Feeling degraded and humiliated she had held back most of her tears and had actually managed a few snatches of sleep.

She was in that state when she heard, “Oooh, wittle pussy’s been a good wittle swut”, the mocking giggling infuriating her.  “She must have been so vewy hungwy!  I should’ve known wittle swuts would wove a cock wike this!  But it’s so so small!!”  With that, Hing Lee turned a dial above the cock and it lengthened to 9 inches.  “Oooh, that’s SO much better!  And wittle Pussy is so messy; what a messy wittle eater you awe!”  Sonya had resolved not to give Hing Lee ANY satisfaction, to not utter a single sound.  She then felt a needle jab her in the left buttock once more, “Number six!”  Just then she couldn’t help but feel the pain in her tits.  They had been given a rough ride, certainly but some of the ache went deeper, it seemed.  They felt so swollen.  She looked down at them and thought she noted some swelling, the nipples a bit distended.  But then again, why wouldn’t they be after having been pulled in every direction.

Hing Lee noted Sonya’s gaze, “Poor Pussy has sore wittle boobies.  What a shame.”  She then fastened a collar around Sonyas’ neck that looked like an inverted, shallow lamp shade very reminiscent of that used on dogs to prevent them from biting at wounds.  Looking downwards, Sonya couldn’t see a thing, not even her own tits.  Hing Lee’s more serious voice cut in: “I’ll make you a deal.  I bet that within 4 days you’ll be begging me to let you stay.  If I’m right, you’ll become my total painslut.  If I’m wrong, I dump you naked in handcuffs in Bangkok’s dock district and you take your chances...........Or---- you could choose to give up right now and I’ll let you become my personal servant and pet till I grow tired of you; of course, that would necessitate permanent bondage and body modification..........”, she laughed.

Having been trained to withstand torture, Sonya liked her chances.  The easiest part would be Bangkok.  She merely stared at Hing Lee.  A whip lashed across her ass.  “I asked you a question, you white whore!”  Sonya replied, “Give me 4 days”.  The whip lashed her ass once more:  “You stupid cunt! Address me properly!”  “Yes mistress”, came the reply but without a hint of meekness.

From behind she heard that squealing giggle, then she internally cringed when she ehard not one clap but a continuous clapping from the leather clad elf.  “Ooooh, goody.  Wittle Pussy wants to pway!.. Wet’s get her new toy right away!”  She immediately walked away and came back running.  She helt it close to Sonya’s face.  All Sonya could see was a thinble-like hollow nub about one fifth the size of an actual thimble, with strings attached and a small pill sized case at its end.  Hing Lee disappeared and Sonya felt that tongue she knew all too well flicking at her clit.  Within moments, in spite of herself, a wetness began to exude from her as she felt her clit become engorged.  Then she sensed the metal nub she had seen being pressed directly onto her clit, pressing in around the edges so that it fit snugly on top and all around it.  The strings were then passed under  her crotch and around her hips.  No amount of shaking or wriggling could budge it; it was strapped on for good, whatever it was.

Hing Lee fetched a small remote control unit and pressed a button.  A tiny buzzing like a mosquito’s emanated from Sonya’s crotch.  The miniscule motor in the pill-sized case sent vibrations humming through the nub.  Sonya’s clit responded instantly and increased its size till every molecule of its surface touched the inside of the thimble.  Within two minutes Sonya’s hips were gyrating and thrusting, her breath sounding heavy, “Aaaah,  FUCK!!  Goddammit, aaaah!” she burst out involutarily.  The buzzing stopped and the gathering waves within her evaporated.  “Did I fail to mention, you have something else too?”  Hing Lee touched the back of Sonya’s head and the kneeling victim felt a strange twinge.  “It’s a little electrode one of my medical team inserted while you were sleeping so soundly for so long.  It’s touching the very heart of your brain’s pleasure center.  About 3 or 4 seconds before cumming, the brain sends the message down to that filthy cunt of yours.  This electrode notes the signal and in that instant emits one of its own.  It does two things at the same time.  It rings a little bell in that unit”, she pointed to a box that looked like a thermostat on the wall, “and cuts out the vibrator”. 

“I’ll set the dial at 30 minutes.   That means that after the bell rings, you get 30 minutes before the vibrator quicks in again”, and she turned the dial.  “Oh, and there’s ONE more teensy weensy wittle thing; a supwise that Pussy can find awe on her own.  See you in 24 hours wittle Pussy.”  At that, she pinched Sonya’s nipples and skipped away while giggling infuriatingly.

The next morning found Sonya in trouble.  Her body was set to constant quivering and sweat dripped from her brow, matting her hair.  Soon after Hing Lee had left, the thimble had begun to vibrate.  Tingling turned to torment as the waves of orgasm began to lap at the shores of her being.  But just before the final flood, all vibrations had stopped at the sound of the bell.  Then the surprise..........a monumental slap had stung her ass; a paddle wielded by an unseen attendant singed the skin of her cheeks.  Each time the bell rang a slap descended and whipped her into a frenzy of pain which mixed with the near orgasm that seemed to just linger out of reach.

The first one had left her frustrated and squirming, so intense had been the feeling of being left hanging.  It was then that she’d needed to address the wallcock to seek nourishment.  The now 9 inch length was an obstacle to her.  She choked, gagged, coughed and retched her way partway down the shaft.  The renewed vibrations had caught her with her lips 8 ½ inches down the cock, straining for the wall.  Instantly her hips had thrust, which forced her mouth to the wall.  Her continued thrusts had made her pump the cock a few times before a particularly strong surge through her clit made her pull her head back.  Not knowing that the cock had been reset at 5 strokes Sonya had let the glans escape her mouth just as it shot off.  Three furious streams of white liquid, thick and silky, had blasted her face, splattering and streaking.  Her eyelids had both been plastered and, feeling the sting in her eyes, she’d had to keep them shut.  They had dried like that and she could not even pry them open.  To add to her torture, she now began to suspect the provenance of that horrible feeding liquid; having heard several stories of semen’s effect on a recipient’s eyes, she clenched her jaws and silently retched, her torso’s limited movements mixing in with that of her hips.

The crowd had howled and ripples of humiliation had joined the waves coming from her bald, oozing cunt.  The bell and the ensuing blow had left her gasping.  The entire day and night had been like that.  With each bell and blow her ass burned and her frustration mounted till she felt she would scream in plesure-pain.  The agency had prepared her for pain, not this unholy mix.  Before the night was out Sonya began to doubt her ability to win.

Between the periods of stimulation she had mastered the 9 inch prick.  Eight times had she bobbed her head, gulping down what she could while almost pucking and sensing half of it drool out of her mouth.  She’d had to search for the cock without her sight and her efforts had been rewarded with wads of cock cream. There was now no denying it to herself; the phallus might be fake but the sperm was real, her profoundest instincts told her.  She remembered Hing Lee in the bar that first night, mentionning something about owning an all-Asian sperm bank.  However, something had been added to make her constantly crave more, all the while being revolted by the thought, and now, the horrid smell which permeated her every pore.  So it was that a bit of science, along with perhaps some deepseated woman’s instincts, saw her go to the wall to plunge against the protruding cock.

And the cheers, the mocking cries, inundated her with humiliation.  There was always someone constantly watching and jeering.  Cries of ‘Slut” and “Cum-sucking whore!” stung her almost as much as the strikes from the paddle which were fast becoming pseudo-orgasms themselves.  So it was that by morning she was quaking, cum-streaked, sweat-stained and impossibly frustrated.  Her inner thighs were flooded with her juices and her breasts; GOD, she couldn’t see them and her imagination made it seem to her as if they were ponderous and than inner ache had begun to spread through them.  Yet, they had suffered no torment for an entire day.

Overall, Sonya had managed about 20 minutes of cumulative sleep in the last 24 hours.  Her lips had just touched the wall in a 9th series when she heard that familiar giggle near her ear.  It was one thing to be seen with a faceful of cock by the anonymous crowd but by Hing Lee was another matter entirely.  As a reflex against this latest humiliation, Sonya jerked back her head, hoping that her cocksucking had gone unseen.  No sooner had she done so that another series of white grease thunderbolts spackled her hairline, the cum oozing down her forehead, down the middle of her face and some strands had now started to dangle from her pouting upper lip and her chin.

The ensuing peals of impish laughter told Sonya that nothing had gone unseen and, under her lacquer of wet upon dried cum, Sonya blushed for the first time since she had been 8 years old when her brother had caught her trying on their mother’s makeup.  “Why wook at wittle Pussy, how gwown up she wooks with her new makeup!”  It was almost as if she had ESP!  “Did I intewupt Pussy’s dinner?  Don’t mind me, Pussy, I’ll just sit and watch.  Pussy weawy ought to work on some table man--------“ She stopped the instant that the muted humming began.  “Ooooh, it’s Pussy’s toy.  I hear she never gets tired of it.  Do you wike your new toy, wittle Pussy?”  Sonya kept perfectly still and silent, not wanting to play for Hing Lee, but already she began to grit her teeth.  The vibrations, after one solid day, now had instant effect and she so desperately wanted to thrust, so desperately needed to drink.

Knowing that she was in for a wait, Hing Lee jabbed another needle in Sonyas’ ass.  “Number 7!”  Sonya then felt Hing Lee straddle her back, reach around and cup her breasts.  She felt them lifted and winced when they were let go. “Why did they hurt so fucking much?” she asked herself as pain radiated from her entire chest.  It had become worse all night.  She would have been even more worried had she seen Hing Lee consider her victim’s breasts with the air of a gardener who fingers prize tomatoes on the vine, deciding they were not ready, but soon........soon.

Sonya was beginning to struggle in her attempts to keep still.  The thick ropes of mucus-cum which trailed from her chin to the floor in unbroken lines were quivering.  Kneeling behind her, Hing Lee saw the cunt lips part and she quealed with delight.  Tremors began to rock Sonya’s body, her ass wiggled, then a prolonged “Uuunnnnnnnghhhh!” came from her gargling throat, which initiated savage thrusting as her mouth found the prick and slammed against the wall repeatedly in total abandonment.  “Ooooooh, Pussy’s feeding and she does seem to like her toy.  But wittle Pussy is eating much too fast!”

Two clicks of the dial.  Sonya, her lips around the cock and against the wall, felt her head being pushed back 3 inches and a sudden gagging sensation.  “It’s now a footlong hotdog for our American visitor”, Hing Lee laughed, “and Pussy now needs 100 strokes”.  Even in the middle of her frenzy Sonya understood.  Tilting back her head she pushed her mouth to the wall.  Now her strokes were 12 inches long as the shaft slid up and down her now enlarged throat passage.  Her gyrations and thrusts were now joined by grunts and squeals.  “Pussy’s twing to speak into the micwophone........Thwee more days, Pussy.  Awe you sure you don’t want to tell me something wight now?”

In spite of her desperate lust, frustration, pain and fatigue, Sonya grew determined.  In answer she simply continued to her 100th stroke and didn’t spill a drop.  The internal surge of sensation from her loins rose, rose, rose to a maddening  proximity ---- then cut out entirely.  SLAP!  It was all she could do to hold from weeping openly.  Each time seemed to come closer till it seemed she would climax; then, at the last possible moment all hopes would be dashed.  She felt she would definitely need those 30-minute intervals for this coming day.  “Oh, before I go, Day 1 had 30-minute breaks; Day 2 has breaks of 10 minutes.”  A wail almost escaped.  “See you tomowow, wittle Pussy”, taunted Hing Lee before giving a long lingering lick to Sonya’s panting slice.