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As she lay there alone she sobbed, her body continuously at the mercy of the machine. Her movements restricted but her breathing regular and she was learning to pant through her agony. Curling her toes hurt, as the soles of her feet where now beginning to swell from the caning she had received. At least the bleeding had stopped though. Each time the machine started she began to breathe into it, panting in rhythm but it was so intense now she couldn’t help but scream out. How she wished someone would come and take this thing off of her.
In-between the contractions the silence became eerie. She wanted someone there, someone to feel for her, someone to beg, someone who will remove this horrible thing from her, but there she lay, for how long she has no idea.
There were no clocks, not a ray of light coming in from the windows, inside she started to panic, she started to imagine they had all gone, perhaps no one was watching her, what if something happened and no one was there to help her or to turn it off should there be a problem. A million things raced through her mind, and each time the contraption began its hideous cycle she cried and screamed in that hollow, white, empty room.
When the door did finally opened she howled out
“please, please take this off, I beg you” by now her eyes where swollen from crying for so long and her muscles ached from where she had been tethered. The cuffs around her ankles and wrists had cut slightly into her skin where she had struggled with all her might, essentially tiring herself out. She was tired, hungry, and thirsty and in so much pain it would have been indescribable to anyone who would have cared to have asked.
The man who came in walked over to her and pushed a hard solid ball into her mouth, he secured it around the back of her head so now she could no longer scream, she could no longer be heard. She was unclipped from the floor and taken to the corner of the room where her arms where clipped to a ringlet high above her head so she had to stand on tiptoes to support her weight on the floor.
He walked over to her and began grasping huge handfuls of flesh on her thighs, then her sides and arms. From his pocket he produced a cat’o’nine tails, each tail was knotted on the end for full effect and he ran them through his fingers as though he were fondling them affectionately.
He grasped at a handful of her hair right on the side of her head, right where its most tender and yanked her head over to the side as he leaned over and licked her up the side of her face. His breath was heavy and smelled of tobacco and coffee, it made Tracy feel sick to her stomach.
Holding the cat’o’nine over his shoulder he lashed it across her bare thighs, her mumbled screams lost in the room.
Her legs buckled slightly as the lash caught the side of her leg sending ripples of flesh and pain through her body. Her wrists took the strain of her body weight and the tethers cut a little deeper into her skin, her whole mind was pounding with the sources of the pain that where being inflicted upon her.
She had barely managed to compose herself and get back on her toes before the lash was felt across her thighs again, this time she desperately tried to stay on her toes she lifted her left leg as that was where the lash had caught and put her weight on her right foot but she lost her balance and her wrists took a hammering again. The straps now cutting into her wrists and blood began to ebb from where they were.
The machine ran into its normal cycle and being stood up she could feel how less intense it felt, it hurt about the same as it had in the early hours so she was much more able to breathe through it. As it peaked across her front however the man took her sides and spun her around, forcing her face into the wall and the lashing began again on the rear of her thighs, those tender spots, the bits that rarely get the loving attention they need, right at the back of her knees one of the blows was. Each time she had to struggle to keep her balance, failing miserably and her wrists became more sore and torn, blood began to trickle down her arms.
As the pain from the machine faded the man twisted her body back around and began again on the front of her thighs, this time from the other side cutting into her right thigh. She looked down and saw how red lashed they had become, swollen and bruised, the blows came over and over, sometimes he stopped to get his breath and to change his position but a new powerful lash was never far behind.
He spun her around again as he could see her reaching her peak from the contraction and began on the back of her legs from the opposite side. She wriggled and writhed but was learning now to keep her balance on her toes to give her poor wrists a break. Streaks of blood flowed from her legs were the knots had caught tender pieces of flesh and they flowed like little streams down her legs onto the floor making her feet slide on the tiles in the little puddles that were beginning to form, forcing her to lose her balance as the machine waived.
She was tiring, her head dropped to her chest and her hair fell about her shoulders in wet strings. Track marks down her face where the tears had marked her cheeks. Her mouth ached where the ball was re-stretching the muscles like the previous contraption had been.
He stood back and admired her for a while, her body almost hanging as though it where lifeless in the restraints. Her breathing was shallow and laboured and her eyes hadn’t opened in a while.
Pressing his hands against her red swollen legs, she moved slightly so as to avoid the pain of someone touching her now raw skin but was barely enough movement to bother him.
He walked over to the cabinet, the silence of the room and the ceasing of the lashing against her skin gave her pause for thought, she lifted her head and opened to eyes to survey the room.
He had taken a bottle of what appeared to be a clear gel substance from the cupboard, as he bought it forward she could see it said anti-bacterial hand wash gel.
Kneeling on the floor in front of her and pushed down on the little lever and released some of the gel into his hands, rubbing his hands together slightly he picked up her feet and began to rub the gel into her swollen tore flesh.
She howled in pain, the stinging burning sensation from the gel felt as though it was burning what was left of her flesh. She tried to move, tried to kick him away but he had a good grip on her ankle and held her steady as he continued.
Reaching for another handful of the gel he raised her other foot and continued rubbing the gel on the opposite sole. How she tried to scream, the ball gag diffusing all sound that tried to emanate from her. Dropping her weight onto her wrists she tried to kick him away with her other leg, her wrists tearing against the tethers that held her firmly in place, but he held her fast and continued as though she had scarcely moved. Looking up at her face he smiled as she looked down at him, trying so hard to plead with her eyes. The machine began its cycle again as he began to pump more of the gel from the bottle, lots this time, a whole handful in fact and as the pain began to creep up her spine he slapped her thighs roughly and started to rub the gel into the now welted, torn, swollen dermis.
Unhooking her from the wall he led her back over to the hospital style bed, he strapped her head firmly down and placed her feet back into the stirrups exposing her in that vulnerable fashion.
Taking a board from beneath the bed he slid it underneath her back, the board had hooks on each end of it and here he clipped each of her wrists, so she was eagle spread in a cross like fashion.
Carefully he unclipped the gag from her mouth and placed it on the sideboard. As soon as it was out Tracy began pleading and crying but he ignored her completely as he went about his work.
Taking some cloths from a tray placed at the side of bed he began to rub her down, removing the plastic covering of the corset like contraption and rubbing around the edges where it met her skin underneath her breasts. As he was doing this the machine made its move, she arched her body slightly to relive the pain from her lower back as she cried out and the man took the Velcro strap and tied her down firmly to the bed.
Kissing her toes he smiled at her as he left the room, the door didn’t get chance to close before the doctor appeared.
A face she knew, a face that she had tried to relate to, Tracy called to him
“Please let me go now, I can’t do this, I can’t take any more” she cried
Walking over to her he pulled a stool out from under the bed and seated himself so as to have good direct access to her vaginal opening.
Strapped as she was she couldn’t make out what he was doing down there but she felt something cold enter her. Then open, like the speculum he had used before on her, wider and wider he made it, stretching her to her full capacity, she groaned and moaned and continued to plead with him.
“I mean it, I want out, Let me go” She called “I demand you let me go” she screamed at him, the pain tearing her apart from the inside out.
He didn’t even look up, taking something from the table Tracy felt something else enter her. Then she felt herself open up from deep within, like he was expanding her cervix. She felt something cold, deeper inside her than she had ever before felt in her life and just as the next contraction began he loosened the speculum and removed it from inside her, it was a strange feeling though, like something was still there, as if it where dangling.
The machine was incredible now, it filled her, the pain was the most intense thing she could ever remember feeling and it overwhelmed her senses.
“You have to let me go, take it off of me” she yelled as the pain shot up into the base of her neck, before thrusting its powerful arms across the front of her poor tortured body. She couldn’t move she was pinned, all hope of counting and trying to focus had gone completely out of the window, she wanted out and she wanted out NOW.
The Doctor went over to the door and wheeled in a contraption that looked like an Intravenous drip stand, placing a bag of fluid onto it he reached down and Tracy felt the thing, that thing that was dangling from her being tugged at slightly. Her body just coming down from the electric high she watched him connect a clear pipe that appeared to coming from her to the bag of fluid, he adjusted the tap to regulate the flow.
When he was satisfied he went back to his chair and took out a paper. He began casually reading it, like someone would on a bus or at the park on their coffee break.
For a few cycles of the machine all Tracy could do was writhe in agony and watch the level of fluid draining from the bag. She had no idea where and she didn’t really feel much different. As the bag got close to empty the Doctor fetched another to replace it. It took a while, a fair few contractions before the fluid level got low, and Tracy could feel her stomach being stretched, she felt heavier, which was extremely peculiar. She was immensely grateful for the break though, she was learning to focus on each cycle as it came and although the pain was utterly unbearable had figured out how to breathe through it, screaming though it was. Again after the bag was almost empty another was fetched to replace it. After it was hooked up the doctor unclipped her arms and secured them to her neck brace again. He unstrapped her head and lifted her feet back down and encouraged her to sit up.
To her horror when she looked down the feeling she had felt was right, her tummy was very much starting to swell. The Doctor took the clear pipe dangling from her and passed it up her back, he lifted the iv bag off the stand and clipped it to her neck brace around her back.
“To get proper dispersal of the fluid you need to move it around a bit, tests found” he said as he helped her down into standing position on the floor, bag and all.
The door opened and again and another familiar figure now stood before her, surgeons mask and all. The cane he brandished in his trusted right hand.
“Walk” he demanded.
Tracy walked over to the wall, she knew this man, she knew what he wanted. She began her donkey trek around the room, dreading the next contraction, she knew she couldn’t hide it, she knew she would be screaming.
As it inevitably came, she slide down the wall to her knees and cried out for mercy, her face rubbed against the tiles as she clenched her neck in preparation for what she knew would follow, which, to her surprise did not happen.
The contractions where lasting much longer now and the time between them had shortened, she had what felt like a few moments before the next would come flooding over her.
“walk” he demanded as he watched it ease from her.
She clumsily got up and continued on her movement around the room, The bump in front of her getting bigger and she could look at how swollen she was, she made it half way across the wall before the next took a hold of her. Sinking to her knees she gritted her teeth as she cried through the remaining gap. She didn’t know how she was going to survive much longer, her body felt weak, the pain was more intense every time it came upon her.
“Walk” he said as he saw it immediately starting to ease. She was on her feet before the pain had completely gone. Starting her trip, she was trying to make it to the corner of the room before the next one crippled her over.
When the next one came and she sank to her knees, the Doctor came forward and unclipped the IV, replacing it with a new one. He was finished before the contraction was and Tracy hadn’t noticed a thing, she was crumpled up, calling out in pain and anguish as the contraction buried her thoughts.
Climbing to her feet was now an immense struggle, her stomach was so swollen she looked as if she was really nine months pregnant and she felt it too. Her stomach was hard and distended and now posed a severe obstacle to getting to her feet.
The Doctor helper her up and took her to the centre of the room. He took his time as he clipped her ankles into the clips on the floor that spread her legs apart, fetching the board from the bed and two metal a-frames he placed the wood across the a-frames and placed it between Tracy’s now huge swollen belly and her breasts, lifting them up and pushing them slightly towards her chin. He clipped her arms back to the board so they were wide apart again, her belly and breasts dangling freely towards the floor.
She turned her head and watched the two men leave the room, leaving her there on her knees, breasts and belly hanging, flowing with gravity and she let her head hang the same.
Many more cycles of the machine passed before the door re-opened and the doctor appeared, he walked over to her and unclipped the Iv from the pipe. He placed what looked like a mechanical winch a few feet from Tracy’s feet, directly in line with her vagina and pulled a metal chord from it and attached it to the pipe coupling that hung from her. Checking the security of the clasp he pushed his hand up inside her and felt around.
She couldn’t focus on anything but the ensuing pain; it was like it was attacking her from every angle now. She had totally lost focus on anything but just surviving at this point and she wasn’t too sure she would be able to, at that moment in time she didn’t want to, she wanted to die.
The door opened and the man who had pissed in her mouth earlier came in, hitching his pants around is knees he pinched her lips and re-inserted that device that kept her mouth pinned wide open before pushing himself deep inside her mouth. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t stand it, she wanted to go, to leave to get out but he kept on and as he did she felt someone pinching her nipples.
She couldn’t look down, both of her nipples where being twisted and pulled and yanked as before as the man thrust his cock into her mouth, the whole time her nipples where being tortured, her breasts cruelly yanked and tugged upon.
As her mind incorporated the barrage of new sensations as well as the now almost constant pain from the device, her brain felt like it shattered as she felt someone push themselves into her gaping anal hole. Thick and hard and rhythmic but not rhythmic with the others, they all had their own rhythms going and it was completely destabilizing her, there was no up let, no release just total and utter sensual overload.
The doctor knelt by her face
“Tracy,” he said, pausing for a few seconds “Tracy”
Her eyes where clenched shut with the pain and her screams where dulled by the man’s cock inside her mouth trusting away.
“Tracy, I know you can hear me” he told her
The searing of pain of the multiple actions of torture bestowed upon her wouldn’t give her a second
“Here’s something I didn’t write into your contract”
She opened her eyes and looked at him. That perked her interest, maybe he would let her go, maybe she would finally be free of this nightmare, she could see his face just inches in front of her left eye.
“All this can stop right now” he told her, Still she couldn’t answer him, she couldn’t scream at him to let her go.
“Remember why you replied to me” he said, looking at her. She wished she could just tell him to get them off of her and let her be. How she longed for complete and total silence, no pain, nothing.
“Remember why you came here, Blink twice if you can” Her body was shutting down, the pain was so intense. She wanted to tell him, she needed to tell him,
BLINK BLINK
“can you remember what you asked me Tracy, that little clause you added to your contract” he said to her
she could remember, she didn’t care anymore though
BLINK BLINK
“I can make all this all go away Tracy but it ends right now, no more pain, nothing, you walk away with nothing,” he said to her
BLINK BLINK
“I can make it happen for you Tracy” he told her “ I can give you what you came for”
His voice calmed her, her mind began to race and thoughts actually made sense to her, the pain was so intense but her mind was screaming louder.
He paused for a while,,
“if you want to continue blink quickly three times, if you haven’t by the fifth time you naturally blink ill release you” he said, then he took position to watch her carefully.
Now she didn’t know, she wanted the pain to end but could she really come so far and not see this through to the end, she had already been through so much. BLINK
The pain was so intense and she just knew there was much more to come, could she really stand any more of this. BLINK
The contractions weren’t letting u, they were getting so much stronger and she knew he meant it, she knew she would have to give birth, she wasn’t sure how but she had wanted to feel it, she had dreamt about this moment, fantasized about this moment, it hadn’t happened exactly how she had saw though, BLINK
These people were not going to stop, they were going to be there till the very end, throughout it all, they were going to constantly bombard her senses and have their pleasure with her BLINK
Could she really give up now?
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