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1Self-Sub Susy
by The Technician
F exh, Bondage Self, M/F, F/F Spanking Enema
CHAPTER SEVEN
I don’t know what time it was, but the sounds of people eating had died away and now there were sounds of people talking and laughing and I could also hear someone in a louder voice explaining how their blindfolds were not only the most beautiful but also were guaranteed to keep someone from seeing anything. In other words, except for the fact that everything seemed to be centered on bondage, it was much like an old fashioned town fair.
Slave One came over and stood in front of me and said in a soft voice, “Ed is concerned that you are not properly hydrated. You have already finished all the liquid and you haven’t peed at all, so he sent Slave Two to get you more liquid.” I thrashed around in my restraints and tried to somehow tell Slave One that I did not want to drink anything that Slave Two brought me. Slave One evidently knew what was bothering me and added, “Oh, don’t worry about Slave Two. I know her tricks and so does Ed. He told her that if the seals were broken on the bottles when she brought them to you, he would make her drink it all herself. She has pulled that endless fountain stuff on me before, too.
Slave One’s voice became very soft. “Actually, it isn’t as bad as you might think. Maybe that is because we are twins and her piss and mine are probably identical also so that it isn’t as bad as it would be if she were a stranger. In any case, she has done a lot worse than that to me.”
Slave Two arrived a few minutes later with several bottles of sports drink. She shoved them at Slave One and said, “Here! Just like they came from the store shelf. OK?!”
A few minutes later Slave One pushed the drinking tube into my gag. I guess I was a little dehydrated because I drank quite a bit. Slave One then said, “If you don’t want to be swimming in this, the next time Ed comes by, you pee to show him that you are hydrated.” What she said made sense, but surprisingly, despite all that Slave Two had forced me to drink, I didn’t feel like I had a full bladder. However, next time Ed walked over, I would try to piss.
It was about a half hour later when Ed walked over to check on me. As Slave One had suggested, I immediately let loose a stream of piss and heard Ed say, “Good.” I looked around and saw that people were beginning to gather around the center circle again and emptied my bladder involuntarily and completely when I realized what that meant. It was time for my punishment to continue... - or so I thought.
Ed voice contradicted me. “Fellow members of our special club. We are going to have to slightly delay our scheduled afternoon activities.” I could hear voices muttering disappointment in the crowd.
“During your free time following our tremendous meal, the club council met to discuss a serious problem facing us. Since it involved what was said to be a piece of W’s equipment, we included him in our discussions and he has a report for all of you.”
“Thank you Ed.” That was W’s voice. I couldn’t see him, but I would know his deep, resonant voice anywhere. “Your club council asked me to examine the electrical device that Queenie used this morning to verify that it was mine as Queenie had claimed. I examined the device and it is one of my devices. I designed and constructed the device and sold it to Queenie, just as she had said.”
A murmur went through the crowd, and then W continued, “However... it appears that Queenie has modified the device. Specifically she changed some of the components in the power circuit so that the device would deliver approximately twice the voltage for which it was designed. I commend Queenie on her technical skills in figuring out how to do that.” Again a murmur went through the crowd.
“Unfortunately,” W continued, “her technical skills - or perhaps her concern for safety - fell a little short when it came to modifying the current limiting circuitry. No modifications had been made to that circuitry, so with the increased voltage, there was also an increase in current to near the dangerous levels. A young, healthy person like SSSuzy here was able to stand the current although it did knock her out. A slightly less healthy person might have been killed. Although this device is my device, with its present modifications it is a dangerous, unauthorized device.”
This time the murmur through the crowd was louder and there were angry shouts from here and there. “The council has confiscated the device and turned it over to me. I will restore it to the original design and return it to Queenie along with a bill for my inspection and repair services. That finishes my report.”
“Thank you W,” said Ed. “I think you all know what this means,” he continued and then a loud, very official sounding voice yelled out, “Hear ye, hear ye, the Club Court is now in session. The honorable Master Ed presiding.”
Ed’s voice - this time sounding very stern and angry - said, “Bring Queenie before me.”
Two rather large men in black T-shirts that said “Event Security” on the back in bright yellow letters frog-marched Queenie to the front and left her facing Ed. Then they stepped back a step or two, leaving her standing there alone.
“Queenie,” Ed began, you stand before the Club Court as an accused, and an accused stands before the Club Court naked. Remove your clothing.”
Queenie was wearing a brightly patterned sun dress that hung down about to her knees. She crossed her arms in front of her breasts and stood there looking defiantly at Ed. “In that case,” Ed intoned, “Gentlemen...”
The two large security men stepped forward and each grabbed onto one side of the bottom hem of Queenie’s sun dress. It looked like they were going to pull it up over her head, but instead each pulled suddenly and strongly in opposites directions. There was a loud tearing and an almost equally loud shriek from Queenie and suddenly the dress was gone. I had halfway expected her to be naked under the dress, but instead she was wearing a bright yellow thong with red lettering on the front that said, “What are you waiting for. It’s not going to lick itself.” One of the security men grabbed onto both sides of the thong and with another yelp, Queenie was standing naked before the court.
“Queenie,” Ed began, “it isn’t a matter of whether or not you did this because all of us witnessed your use of this device. As a matter of fact, we have seen you use this device on at least three other occasions. We don’t know if it had been modified yet, but we will assume that it was, so that is four times that you have used an unauthorized electrical device at one of our club gatherings... even though you had been severely warned to obey the rules of our gatherings if you wanted to remain in the club.”
“The club council has already met and has decided upon your punishment. You have a choice of accepting that punishment or leaving the club grounds immediately to never return. Because your offense involved sexually related punishment of others, you will be punished sexually. You will freely and of your own free will put yourself into the kneeling stocks here before this gathering and you will freely and of your own free will allow yourself to be fucked by Bubba and Buffy.” The crowd gasped. Queenie looked shocked, but said nothing.
“In addition. Because your offense involved an electrical punishment, you will freely and of your own free will place yourself upon and ride the electric horse for the night.” It looked like Queenie was going to cry out, but again she stopped herself.
“And finally because this was done to a lesser against their will, you will freely and willingly put on and wear for the remainder of this gathering, the collar of Slave Zero.” This time Queenie reacted with “No, I won’t do it.”
Ed replied, “That is your choice Queenie, but first let’s hear from the club.” He turned to the crowd and said, “You have heard the decision and punishments. Thus says the council; what says the club membership?”
The crowd responded almost as one, “Let it be done!”
Ed again addressed Queenie. “You have heard the decision of the council and of the club. The final decision is yours. Do you submit to these punishments, or do you leave.” He paused a moment and then added, “Before you make your decision, Queenie, keep in mind that because there are four separate offenses, this punishment - including the Slave Zero collar - will be repeated at our next three club gatherings.”
Queenie stood there with her head bowed. She was no longer the haughty mistress who had taunted me and hurt me so severely. She was a scared, lowly, naked slave. “Give me the damn collar,” she muttered as she stepped up to Ed and held out her hand. “And show me where the damn kneeling stock is.”
Ed handed her a leather collar that she held up to her neck. She turned around so that Ed could buckle the collar at the back of her neck. On the front of the collar was a large metal tag that read, “Slave 0." While Ed was tightening the collar on Queenie’s neck, the two security men re-appeared carrying what looked like a polished railroad tie. At least that was about the size of it. Ed said, “Put it over there where SSSuzy can see everything. She deserves to be able to see this.
They set the large wooden beam on the ground and opened it up. I could see that it was hinged on one end and that there were four holes in it. Two larger holes near the outside and two smaller holes in the middle. Queenie came over to the beam and knelt so that with a little spreading of her legs, her ankles rested in the outer holes. Then she bent over and put her arms back between her legs and set them in the smaller holes in the middle. One of the security men closed the beam and locked it closed. Queenie was now trapped in the stocks with her ass stuck well up into the air waiting for Bubba and Buffy, whoever they were.
“This isn’t really punishment for her,” Slave One said softly in my ear. Queenie loves being fucked by Bubba and Buffy. She just doesn’t want anyone to know that she is a dog fucker.”
If my head wasn’t covered by the black hood, Slave One would have seen a very shocked look on my face. “She thinks that no one knows that she is a zooaphile, but behind her back, people call her D&D Queenie. That stands for Dogs and Dildos because they say that is all that turns her on.
One of the men stepped out of the crowd and sprayed something on Queenie’s upturned sex. “Better give her another squirt, Doc.” Someone yelled. “Bubba’s been awfully tired looking lately.” The crowd laughed and Doc stepped forward again and sprayed Queenie with several more squirts of whatever it was that was in the bottle.
Slave One spoke again. “That is the scent of a female dog in heat. When Bubba comes out here, he will be raring to go. They will let Bubba finish before they bring out Buffy, or Buffy would tear Bubba apart trying to get to Queenie.
A few moments later, another man appeared leading a large dog by a leash. It looked like a cross between a shepherd and a rottweiler and it was huge. As soon as they approached, Bubba began straining at his leash. The man issued a command and the dog stopped and sat down. Then as soon as the leash was unclipped, the man said, “Go get her, Bubba,” and the dog ran to Queenie and stuck his nose right between her legs.
Queenie thrashed in the stocks, but she could not move. The dog licked her a couple of times and then mounted her and with a couple of thrusts entered her. Queenie yelled out as Bubba’s large, pink doggy dick slid into her, but as Bubba began pumping, Queenie soon began moaning and thrashing and it was obviously not from pain. I didn’t know that it was possible for a woman to orgasm that quickly. Either they had given her something or she really did get off on dogs.
Bubba continued to pump and Queenie continued to pant and scream in orgasm and then finally he was finished. He tried to pull out, but his knot would not let him do so. He did the standard dog action of turning around and pulling, but he and Queenie were locked together until the knot went down. Bubba tried pulling harder. Normally this would result in the male dog dragging the female backwards with him, but Queenie - especially with the added weight of the stocks - was just too heavy for Bubba to pull and he wasn’t strong enough to pull out of her with the knot still swollen. As he strained to pull out, Queenie screamed again, but this time it was obviously a scream of pain. Someone in the crowd yelled, “Throw a bucket of cold water on them!” Everyone laughed.
A few minutes later, the knot had gone down enough so that Bubba could get free and he ran back over to his owner who led him away. Doc then came out and sprayed more scent on Queenie, and another man led a new dog out to the circle. I don’t know what breed or cross-breed Buffy was, but he was more than huge. He was humongous. Slave One spoke again in my ear. “Buffy is short for Buffalo. He is the biggest dog I have ever seen... or fucked.” Again the bag kept Slave One from seeing the look of shock on my face.
Queenie was moaning softly, “No, no, no, no, no...” as Buffy came up and put his nose against her cunt. He began licking her, but unlike Bubba, he kept licking and licking and licking until Queenie was thrashing in the stocks. “Bubba’s no good at foreplay,” said Slave One, “but Buffy will get you really turned on before he pops you. Good thing, because he is as large down there as he is everywhere else.”
Buffy put his forepaws on Queenie’s shoulders and pulled himself up behind her. Unlike Bubba, he seemed to take his time pushing himself into Queenie’s cunt, but once he was in he began to piston like a steam engine. Queenie was yelling and thrashing and it was not clear if they were cries of pleasure or pain. Maybe they were cries of both. Buffy also kept going for a long time for a dog, and by the time he was finished, Queenie’s naked body was dripping with sweat. Like Bubba, he was hung up by his knot, but unlike Bubba he had the strength to pull out of Queenie with his knot still large and bulbous. There was no doubt that the scream from Queenie as Buffy pulled out of her was a scream of pain. The knot on the end of Buffy’s huge penis looked like it was larger than a baby’s head. I heard several women in the crowd say “Ouch” when they saw and heard the bulbous head pop out of Queenie’s now well punished cunt.
END OF CHAPTER SEVEN
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