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Chapter 11
The Roscoes silently eased into the cell where Tuesday slept. They turned the lights up enough to watch the sleeping beauty as she snoozed. The blanket was pulled down to her waist. She was lying on her side; beautiful, large breasts splayed down, one on the other. Bruises from her chastisement days earlier showed a mottling of green, yellow, blue and black. She breathed heavily; her hands, bound to her collar by eight inch chains, were tucked under her chin. They could see the flat abdomen and curve of her hip. The freshly defoliated cunt was covered by the blanket, but would have been unseen regardless; it was secured by a chastity belt. Her gorgeous hair fell mostly behind her, one lock framed her face.
“Good Morning!” Master Joe said loudly while turning the lights up full. Tuesday blinked awake, seeing the legs of her escorts - usually her tormentors - standing in front of her. She braced herself for the expected deluge of urine; but it didn't happen.
“Good morning, Master Joe. Good morning Master John.” She answered, careful not to look above their waists.
“Nice catch. Did you really recognize my voice or was it a lucky guess?” Joe asked pleasantly.
“A lucky guess, Master Joe.” She replied. He grinned, though she couldn't see it. She started to slide off the bed onto her knees.
“Well then. Stand up.” He said. She caught her movement and stood rather than knelt. He turned her around and unbuckled the chastity belt from her waist. “Go relieve your bladder. Then come strip this nasty bed. You're living in a sty.”
She stepped over to the hole in the floor that served as her toilet. She took a deep breath; the chastity belt was tight enough to restrict her breathing. Her supercharged libido; the cause of her forfeiting her previous life, had vanished temporarily after her transition to her new life. But after a few days it had resurfaced and her new owners had her fitted with the belt to prevent her from enjoying any unauthorized orgasms. That, plus keeping her hands shackled to her collar when she slept insured that her ravenous desires would keep her in a state of sexual frustration. All the better to train her with.
She emptied her bladder and returned to the edge of her bed.
“This thing stinks.” Joe stated, referring to the bed Tuesday had just vacated. “Strip it and let’s go.” She removed the bed clothes and gathered them into her arms. The remnants of the prior golden shower and her freshly fucked, uncleaned ass rendered the linens somewhat fragrant. The short chains meant that she had to hold them close under her chin, allowing her to further enjoy the aromas. They turned as one and she stepped between them and the trio proceeded down the hall. The linens were dropped off and she was delivered for a shower and breakfast. The Roscoes returned to the café area as she was finishing her meal.
“Time for an examination.” John told her. She looked a bit quizzical. “A physical. Make sure the powers that be are totally familiar with your body.” She nodded and stood, then fell back in line.
Tuesday was seated in a gynecological chair, strapped down, legs spread uncomfortably wide. Lady Beth stood between her legs, a slight smile on her lips. She pulled a stool up and sat down to examine the widely splayed pussy before her.
“Recognize this?” Lady Beth asked. She was holding a slightly kinked rod, one end was flattened. Tuesday shook her head. “It’s a sound. I guess you’ve never been sounded, then?” Again, a negative shake. Lady Beth smiled. It wasn’t a pleasant smile. She picked up a tube of sterile lubricant from a cart next to the chair. She smeared a bit on the sound and put the end against Tuesday’s urethra. Tuesday cringed slightly as the rod slid into her opening. She jumped as the sound popped into her bladder. “Did that hurt?” Lady Beth asked. Tuesday shrugged.
“A little.” She answered. Lady Beth pulled the rod out and selected another, with a slightly larger diameter. She applied lubricant and inserted this one, quickly sliding it home. Tuesday jumped more than the first time. Lady Beth said nothing, just wiggled the rod around, removed it and selected the next larger size. Again, she applied the lube and pressed it against the opening. This time however, the hole resisted. She pressed harder and Tuesday started to rise from the chair. The straps prevented much movement, but the actions indicated a change of reaction. Tuesday groaned, but said nothing. Lady Beth stopped her pressure, leaving the rod in place.
“Hurt?” The Lady Beth asked. Tuesday just nodded, eyes closed. Lady Beth proceeded to push again, more slowly, twisting the rod back and forth. The rod began to move. Tuesday’s body was tensed, straining against the straps. Drops of perspiration sprang out on her forehead and upper lip. Lady Beth pushed on, until she felt the resistance at the opening of the bladder. She watched Tuesday’s face as she held the rod, not pushing yet. She plunged the rod through and smiled as Tuesday jumped again, straining and twisting.
“Smarts a bit, doesn’t it?” Lady Beth asked, smiling. Tuesday just nodded, eyes still closed. The Lady picked up a tuning fork, noticing that Tuesday wasn’t watching. She struck the tuning fork with a reflex hammer and held the end of the fork to the end of the sound. Tuesday began to quiver. She was already straining against the straps, now her mouth opened and her eyes opened wide. She gave a short moan.
“QUIET!’ The Lady Beth ordered. Tuesday tried to obey, but the sensations overruled her brain. Unintelligible noises continued from her throat. Lady Beth removed the tuning fork and pinched Tuesday’s clit between two sharp fingernails. “I said QUIET!” She ordered again. This time Tuesday quieted. She could understand the pain to her clit. Having her bladder penetrated and then vibrated was a new sensation that she couldn’t easily process.
“How do you expect to have a man, say one or both of the Roscoes fuck your pee hole if you haven’t had it stretched a bit?” The Lady Beth asked. Tuesday stared at her, eyes bulging. She shook her head, flinging sweat across the room. Her hair was damp from her exertions, the strands flinging in strings about her head. She wanted to speak but knew that it was forbidden. Her lips moved but no sound came out.
“Cat got your tongue? Okay, you can speak. What do you want to say?” Lady Beth looked amused.
“Fu…uck my pee…peehole? What do you mean?” Tuesday asked.
“Your urethra. Your peehole. You like to take cocks everywhere else. That’s the next level.” Lady Beth answered. Tuesday fell back, no longer straining. This was an impossibility. Besides, the Roscoes were so big they could hardly fit into her ass. She was already exhausted, both physically and mentally. What had she done? Why had she taken this path? But it was too late for second choices. She didn't see what came next.
Out of Tuesday's vision, Lady Beth picked up another sparkler, identical to the one that Mistress Christine had used to torment Helena. She held the tip to the end of the rod and pressed the trigger. Tuesday's eyes snapped wide, her mouth a gaping hole. She thought that perhaps her bladder had exploded. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. After an instant she was able to emit a piercing shriek. When she paused long enough to gasp a fresh lungful of air she started another scream. A second squeeze of the trigger cut that one off as Tuesday slumped back, unconscious. She had experienced the effects of a sparkler on her nipples before with similar results. But the literal shock to her bladder was much worse than anything she had felt before.
Lady Beth turned to the Roscoes and said:
“You fellows are going to have to toughen her up a bit. She needs conditioning to stand up to life around here.”
“Okay. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it.” John answered, both men grinning at her. “We'll do what we can.”
Lady Beth removed the sound, wiped it, and placed it back in the case. She picked up a pair of slender forceps and began probing at Tuesday’s clitoral hood. Tuesday started to stir, feeling something happening to her pussy. Beth slipped the end of the forceps under the hood and moved it to examine the space around the clit. The Lady lifted the hood and separated it from the clit, teasing the clit to swell and extend from its’ hiding place. The forceps bumped and jostled the nub, next she opened the jaws and grasped the tender flesh and pulled on it. Tuesday again started to rise against the straps as she felt her clit stretched out. It didn’t hurt all that much yet, but she anticipated a difficult experience to come. The forceps twisted back and forth; stretching and pulling; not too far, but testing the limits of her tolerance. She released the clit from the grasp of the forceps and pushed the jaws between the slit and the hood and opened the space again. She set the ratchet, holding the jaws open and picked up another pair of forceps. She used them to sort through a selection of shiny, pointed objects lying in a tray of alcohol. They resembled tiny jacks, the toys that children play with. These however, were much smaller with sharp, hooked points. The Lady Beth selected one and held it up for Tuesday to see.
“They’re called ‘stars’” She said. “They’ll make you focus to have an orgasm. You might not like them.” She smirked at that remark. She lifted the hood away from the shaft of the clit and placed the star at the base of the tender nub. She moved the forceps to another spot and inserted another star. She placed four stars between the hood and the clit and put the forceps down. Then she placed her palm against the top of Tuesday’s pussy and rubbed it briskly, setting the hooks into the tender flesh of her clit and its hood. Tuesday jerked against her bonds and gasped.
“See? It holds your attention, doesn’t it?” Lady Beth asked rather rhetorically. The moisture over Tuesday’s eyes and lip returned. Tears moistened her eyes as well. “The points are curved so they will stay put. Don’t want them coming out and stinging some poor guy’s cock, now do we?” She laughed lightly. She turned to Joe who was smiling. He shook his head.
“No. I think they should stay where they belong. Tucked up inside her little clit hood. Up tight and out of sight.” He joked. Lady Beth removed the pressure and Tuesday eased back down into the chair.
“Now, the mouth.” The Lady said. She moved up and pressed her finger on Tuesday’s chin and the mouth opened. She peered inside and picked up a semicircular dental tray from another cart and pushed into Tuesday’s mouth, testing the fit against the upper teeth. She removed it and did the same on the jaw. She prepped a casting compound and pressed it against Tuesday’s upper teeth, let it set and pulled it out; then made a similar casting on the lower teeth. As she removed the lower tray she remarked:
“Can’t do a full extraction and plate prep without accurate originals.”
Tuesday froze at the statement, remembering what The Lady had said earlier. Was she serious? Were they getting ready to replace Helena with her? Was tooth extraction the first step? She began to shake in fear. Her eyes darted back and forth, not daring to look into the Lady’s face.
“Relax. It won’t happen immediately. You’ve got lots of training yet. And they used Novacaine on Helena.” The Lady informed Tuesday. The helpless female continued to shake. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
A soft chime sounded from somewhere in the room. The Lady and the Roscoes all looked up. They knew that this was a summons for the Roscoes to visit the Mistress.
“Go ahead. I'll deliver your little darling here to the stables. She can get acquainted and play with the critters. You can pick her up there after she's had some fun.” The Lady Beth told the two behemoths. They nodded. Joe told Tuesday:
“Y'all have fun, now, hear?” She just looked away mournfully and nodded.
Chapter 12
Mistress Christine was sitting behind her desk when the two men entered. She looked up and greeted them.
“Good morning, Joe. Good morning John.”
“Good morning, Mistress.” They said in unison. Christine smiled and gave a little shake of her head.
“I'd like to brief you on the plans for Tuesday, at least short term.” The Mistress began. “You both have seen the preliminary videos from her previous life?” Both men nodded. “We've been able to gather some additional information about her. Not a lot...we couldn't without raising suspicion. We had an investigator ask around, like he was investigating her disappearance. People tend to be a bit more forthcoming with a PI rather than a cop. But she was quite a busy little slut. And her...mentor introduced her to a variety of kinks that should prove very helpful in her future training. She didn’t sell cheap. And I don't want her damaged. Severely abused, yes, absolutely. We're going to give her a serious mind fuck. In fact Lady Beth has already started. She proposed 'replacing' Helena with Tuesday. We aren't of course. But we are going to make her think that it might happen. And that Helena will be...eliminated. Helena will be told that as well. We need both of them to think this. Helena will freak out, of course. But she's already mentally FUBAR'ed anyway. She'll be so relieved to find out that she isn't going to be discarded that maybe she'll settle down. That's probably wishful thinking.” Both of the men nodded at that remark. The way the Roscoes reacted identically was eerie. Christine gave a little shudder. Thank goodness they were good natured; other than being deliciously, imaginatively sadistic, that is.
“The plan - phony plan, that is – is to have Tuesday go through a multiple amputation just like Helena did. You can show her a little of the videos, but not much. I don't want her to go completely off the deep end. Give her a glimmer of hope so that she won't give up all hope of life. Helena, on the other hand, has already been told that her throat will be enlarged sufficiently that either of you could fuck her throat all the way to the hilt.” With that bit of news the Roscoes turned to each other and gave the other a high five.
“STOP THAT.” Christine laughed. “It's not really going to happen.” The guys looked disappointed. “I said that this is a phony plan. Such a procedure would also allow her to accommodate the horses as well. And if she were to be replaced, then Tuesday would become a candidate for the same surgery as well. We've been teasing both of them about whether or not anesthesia would be used. What we haven't yet told them is how Helena will be disposed.” She paused, watching for their reaction. “The ruse is to have Tuesday present and both watch as a surgeon performs an autopsy on Helena. Pre-mortem. Without anesthesia, of course. The idea is that after her throat has been ruined she won't be able to scream. Less painful on the spectators that way.” The two men were placid about the idea, though Joe grimaced a bit at the thought of the screams they had heard during Helena's first set of amputations. His ears still rang a bit from that. Christine was uncomfortable even imaging doing such things to human beings; the Roscoes seemed unmoved. “These guys can be scary.” She thought, but didn't say anything.
“I want Tuesday to be conditioned to orgasm only when stimulated both sexually and through pain. Pain and humiliation, preferably. The humiliation part might be a little more difficult to attain. Considering what she did before, I doubt that fucking a Great Dane on the capital steps would faze her. But I'm sure you'll do your usual best. An introductory gangbang is being scheduled in the theater in a few weeks. A gangbang was her introduction into debauchery. Another will signify her re-birth. I've got a special surprise for her for the group fucking. Her appetite for painful sex needs to be ravenous by then. It's possible that her clitoris might not survive that little party. Which would leave us with a horny, frustrated; beautiful painslut. A pity.” The expression in Christine's eyes indicated that it would be anything but a pity. “She'll need to be kept extremely frustrated but rewarded with an orgasm occasionally. Questions?” She looked from one to the other. They looked at each other as well and both shook their heads negatively.
“No, ma'am.” Said Joe.
“None.” John said at the same time. Christine lifted an eyebrow. It was a rare occasion that they said something different
Chapter 13
The Roscoes found Tuesday in the stables, on her knees fellating a stallion. It wasn't her first. Her hair and face showed the rewards of her earlier efforts. Semen clung in streaks to her hair and dripped from her face onto her magnificent bust. Her eyes were red from crying. Whether it was from the impact of the horse's cock upon her throat; her gagging on the thick shaft or just her predicament couldn't be determined. Helena was on her cart offering encouragement. It might have been encouragement. Helena was describing Tuesday's current activities as well as previous lifestyle in a way that indicated that she thought Tuesday enjoyed it far more than she actually did.
“You obviously enjoy sucking horse cock at least as much as dog cock. Ace has a nice flavor, doesn't he? I could tell you like Brickbuster. You drank plenty of him. Once you finish with another stallion I'll see if we can introduce you to the pups. They'll like you, too.” Helena taunted. She was propped up on a stand. Her stumped hips rested in a curved base, molded to fit her body. A metal band around her chest, under her boobs, held her to a post fastened onto a base plate. Her throat was collared to the post with a chain. That was superfluous, but always included. She blew at a fly buzzing around her face.
“I thought you could catch them like a frog.” Joe teased Helena about the fly. “A treat to go with all the semen you drink.” She scowled at him.
“I'm just here to keep your new girlfriend company. She seems to have had some experience with sucking large cocks. Have you been helping her learn?” Helena asked. She noticed that Tuesday had stopped and was watching and listening. “HEY! Who said you could stop? Ace needs to get his rocks off. Besides, I heard you were really into bukkake.” Tuesday returned to her task.
“I heard that she is your protege, short slut.” John said to the diminished female, smiling. Helena raised her eyebrow at the comment.
“Says who?” She asked.
“I understand that Lady Beth proposed the idea to the Mistress. And that the Mistress thought it might be a good idea.” He watched Tuesday to see if she had any reaction. He thought that she had stiffened at the suggestion. “You need to teach her everything you can while you can still talk.”
“What?” Helena turned her head suddenly to face him, as best as she could. He was standing slightly behind her. She had to twist to catch his eyes.
“Yeah...after your next modification, talking might be a little tough. And you sure won't be using sign language.” He chuckled at that. John was grinning and apparently laughing to himself. Helena paled.
“What modification are you talking about?” Helena said nervously.
“You know...the one that will let us fuck your throat all the way to the bottom.” John offered. Tuesday was watching while she sucked. Her eyes got wide at this news. Tears appeared in Helena's eyes.
“Who...who told you about that?” Helena asked, her voice quavered.
“The Mistress herself. I think she has alternative plans for the both of you.” Joe watched Tuesday as he said this. She was visibly shaking. “Of course plans can change. But changes depend on circumstances.”
“And attitudes. And performances.” John added. “The Mistress likes enthusiastic sluts. You know that. She -” he pointed at Tuesday “will soon learn it. Of course it doesn't take much to be more enthusiastic than you are, short slut.” Helena was crying steadily. Tuesday saw this and her eyes welled up as well. Fortunately she didn't need to see to suck a horse's cock. At that moment Ace snorted and quivered, lifting one hind leg. A blast of liquid filled Tuesday's mouth, choking her. She gagged and choked.
“Don't you dare spit that out.” Helena called to her. “That's your reward. Swallow every drop, cunt.” Tuesday tried to obey, but her lungs didn't want to co-operate. They wanted to expel the gooey substance back out of her mouth. She swallowed and coughed. The next blast caught her face as much as her mouth. Her hair was soaked, horse cum streamed down her breasts, the flow continued, not waiting for her to catch up. Helena just shook her head, distracted from the idea of having her throat stretched and larynx removed.
“You've got to do better than that, cunt. That horse deserves better than that. He deserves better than you.” Helena sneered at the mess kneeling under the stallion.
“Think he deserves you, short slut?” John asked.
“Fucking A.” Was her reply. The Roscoes grinned.
Chapter 14
Tuesday was allowed to crawl out from under the big horse and step to the side. John used a hose to wash the semen from her head and body. Flies were swarming around, attracted to the mess coating the beautiful woman.
Kenny showed up to lead Ace's Wild away. Before he left, John asked:
“Which one is next?”
“Well, she's already had Brickbuster so I guess Dante's Son is next. He's one of your favorites, isn't he, horseslut?” Kenny was directing his inquiry at Helena.
“He's a nice fellow.” She replied. “He's sweet. So is his cum. Cunt over there will like the way he tastes. He doesn't take long, either. She'll have plenty of time to visit the kennels.” Kenny led Ace away and went to fetch Dante. When he returned leading her next treat, Tuesday got down on her knees in preparation. She crawled on her knees and elbows over to his cock. The horse knew from long experience what was going on; his cock was already extending from its' sheath. Tuesday found it hard to crawl holding her thighs apart. But the stars tucked into her clit hood reminded her to keep them separate.
She lifted her bound hands. The chains attached to her collar prevented her from stroking very far. When she had mentioned this fact to Helena at her start on Brickbuster, the diminished women just said:
“Duuhh...” Tuesday got the message.
“I don't see how you can get them off without hands.” She had asked.
“Practice.” Her instructor had said. “Just like anything else. Practice, practice, practice. Fortunately for you we've got plenty of horny animals that are just waiting for you to practice on. I heard that doggy cum is one of your favorite treats.” Tuesday didn't rise to the bait.
“I prefer human cocks. But dogs are okay, I guess.” She answered.
Helena was correct, Dante didn't take long. Soon Tuesday was retreating from under him as well. Joe hosed her down again.
“I was tempted to use something other than water.” He said. “But I figured the dogs might object and try to cover my scent. Though, that might be fun to watch, too.”
Tuesday shivered, both from the cold water and the thoughts. They all departed for the kennels, Tuesday pushing Helena to her passenger's direction.
Chapter 15
Several days later.
Lady Beth watched as Tuesday was marched into her domain; a not so small room off of the “chastisement center” where Tuesday had been abused before. A number of cabinets lined the walls; similar restraints as in the larger room adorned the ceilings and floors. The gynecological chair that Tuesday had enjoyed the day before stood awaiting her.
“Mount up!” Lady Beth ordered her charge. The Roscoes stood by watching. Lady Beth strapped Tuesday down and then pulled up the stool to sit at the captive's crotch. She picked up the forceps again and lifted the skin of her clitoral hood, examining the installation of the stars. She plucked them out one at at time and dropped them into a tray of alcohol. She used a spray bottle of alcohol to spray out the area around the clit.
“SSSsssss.” Tuesday hissed as the antiseptic burned the small sores left behind by the stars. Lady Beth looked up at her and caught Tuesday's eyes, Tuesday quickly looked away and bit her upper lip. Beth used a swab to wipe the alcohol around and scrub the irritated flesh. She squeezed a bit of cream from a tube and applied it to the affected skin. She used the forceps to replace the stars in different locations around the clit. She grinned at the Roscoes,
“Can't have an infection, now can we? It's okay if she has a bit of discomfort from one of you fellows, but not from some nasty microbe. No one likes a pussy full of puss!” The lady seemed amused at her own description. The Rosocoes made faces showing their agreement. Beth released Tuesday from the chair.
“Stand. And walk over to the bowling pins.” Lady Beth indicated several bowling pins standing by a cart. “Time for your exercises. We're going to get you in shape so that Joe and John will enjoy your charms even more. So will the horses.” That made Tuesday shiver. Not from the idea of returning to the stables; but doing it as an amputee. Beth followed her over. When Tuesday stopped the Lady put two fingers into the slave's cunt. It wasn't very wet.
“Hmm. Joe and John, your assistance, please.” Both of the men stepped up to Tuesday. “Please display your nice assets, gentlemen.” The two men pulled their cocks out of their shorts…” You -” she indicated Tuesday, “get on your knees and start sucking cock.” Tuesday obeyed, expecting some sort of trap. Which one should she choose first? She chose the closest one to her mouth and began licking it. She sucked on it and got as much as she could into her mouth while stroking the other with her hand. Then she switched.
“And why didn't you start on mine?” Joe asked her. She tensed, knowing that the trap had been sprung.
“Because mine tastes better.” John retorted chuckling.
“Really? You can do that? Can I watch?” Joe replied.
“Naw, I've got it on good authority. Right, cunt?” John asked Tuesday. She knew she was in a losing situation. She just shrugged her shoulders and kept sucking and stroking.
“She knows better than to answer that.” Lady Beth told them. “She just likes to suck cock. Any cock. The closer the better. Right, slut?” Tuesday shrugged again.
“RIGHT, SLUT?” The Lady growled. Now Tuesday began to nod frantically. “That's better. Lots of cocks. Lots of cum. You like cum, don't you? And fucking. You love fucking, don't you?” Again, Tuesday nodded. “Now let's see.” Lady Beth stuck her fingers back into Tuesday's cunt; it was open and flowing. “I thought that would work. Got her all juicy. Okay, stop that and squat over that pin.” She pointed to a boiling pin nearest her.
“Hey, no fair!” Joe protested. John complained as well.
“Put it back in your shorts.” Beth said derisively. “You'll get a chance to use her when I'm finished.” Tuesday had complied and placed her pussy over the top of the standing bowling pin. “Open your cunt and slip the head inside. Then clamp down on it and lift it up.” Tuesday tried to obey, but when she lifted it up it slowly started to slip out. She clamped down harder and stopped it from moving for a minute but her muscles soon tired and it began its slow drop. Again she bore down, but the pin slipped down and landed with a clunk.
“That gives us a base line. By the time we finish with this part of your training you'll be able to walk around all day carrying that thing.” Lady Beth picked up a small rod, not much larger than a pencil. She stuck it into Tuesday's pussy and said:
“Clamp down on that.” Tuesday obeyed, but the rod slipped out as soon as Beth let go. “You'll be able to hold one that size with a ten pound weight attached. But we have a long way to go. I'm sure that these two fine gentlemen will be happy to lend you some encouragement while you train.” The Roscoes grinned. Lady Beth retrieved a pair of clover clamps with sharp points on the clamp faces that were joined by a chain. She took another chain with a ring on one end and a spring clip on the other. She applied the clamps to Tuesday's nipples and slipped the spring clip of the other chain through the ring. She dropped the loop of the chain around the neck of the bowling pin and motioned for Tuesday to once more squat on the pin. When her pussy had swallowed the head of the bowling pin Beth snapped the clip on the chain between the clamped nipples. There was just enough length to stretch the chain taut. She used a pair of handcuffs to secure Tuesday's hands behind her back.
“Lift.” The Lady Beth ordered. As Tuesday lifted the pin Beth slipped a flat plate under it that was connected to a digital display. “Down she commanded. She touched a button on the display and numbers started to count down. “When it gets to zero, lift the pin and hold it until it counts back to zero. Then rest it until zero again. Then you repeat it. Understand?” Tuesday nodded, watching the display. When it read zero she lifted the pin and held it.
“Not so high. I want your knees to be bent. That will help work on your thighs as well as your kegels.” Lady Beth said. “If you miss your timing, the Roscoes will remind you.” She handed each of the men a fiberglass cane. They immediately began to swish them around. An ominous whistling filled the room as they swung the instruments. “The timer will buzz if you're one second late. That's worth five strokes each. Two buzzes are ten. Each.” Tuesday began to perspire, not from exertion but from fear.
“It's all about performance, right Joe?” John asked his partner.
“Yep. Expectations and results.” Joe answered. Tuesday understood the veiled threat. After twenty five repetitions Tuesday began to show signs of tiring.
“Stop.” Lady Beth ordered. She unclipped the chain from the nipple clamps and motioned Tuesday to rise. When she did Beth removed the chain and placed it around a different pin. She motioned Tuesday to repeat her actions and clipped the chain in place. Beth moved the pressure plate over to just in front of the new pin.
“Lift.” When Tuesday lifted it she realized that this new pin was quite heavier than the first. As the pin rose Beth slipped the plate under it and watched the muscles in the beautiful legs tense. “Begin.” She said. And the exercise began again.
The first set had been a thirty second lift with a five second rest. After a series of forty second lifts with the heavier pin the head started to slip from her pussy. When it pulled on the chain connecting the nipple clamps Tuesday gasped and set the pin down hard on the switch plate. Beth had been behind her, waiting for this to happen. She held the sparkler at the ready so that when the pin made a loud clunk on the plate Beth reached out and pressed the point of the instrument into the crease between Tuesday's thigh and buttock. She fired two quick bursts. Tuesday jumped and howled, first at the shock and then at the weight of the pin pulling her nipples down almost to her waist.
“Stop!” Lady Beth growled. “Stand still!” Tuesday froze, expecting to hear the pin hit the floor as her nipples were torn off. “I don't want you damaging my equipment. I doubt that you have any means to pay for replacement.” Lady Beth scolded. Tuesday whimpered with her eyes closed, shivering from pain and fear.
“Gentlemen. Five apiece, please.” Tuesday heard the twin whistles just as lightning struck the backs of her thighs. Her knees buckled but the pin didn't strike the plate. Again lightning attacked her legs. She managed to straighten a bit before the third stroke. Again her knees bent. She thought that maybe the pin touched the plate, but didn't hear anything from her tormentors so hoped that it hadn't been noticed. After the final stroke Lady Beth said.
“Rest. Down.” Tuesday slowly lowered the pin, legs shaking so that she could barely stand. “Now thank the nice gentlemen for being so easy on you. I think they're just horny and want an energetic fuck later. I was expecting them to tear you up for that.”
“Th...thank you Ma...master Joe. Thank y...you Master John.” She was truly grateful that they hadn't struck her as hard as she knew that they could have. She thought that they could amputate her legs with a cane as strong as they were. Maybe they were practicing? As if Lady Beth could read her mind she said:
“Maybe instead of a surgeon these fellows could just pop your legs off. Think that they could?” Tuesday nodded, her head bent down, legs bent and still quivering; her eyes were closed. Tears fell to the floor.
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