Chpt 4 - Interlude
"OK," said Mike, when the two of them were in the next room, "according to my
reckoning, it's my turn to be top. Agree?" Shirley nodded, reluctantly. Shortly
after the couple had got together, they had decided to make a rule that they
would never make love "normally", there always had to be pain involved. To do
this, they decided to take it in turns to be either tormentor or victim. In
addition, they also agreed that they wouldn't use a safe word.
"Too sissy, too easy, it's a cop-out," Mike had said; "As soon as you begin to
think that you can't take any more, you yell 'Mother!' and it's all over. It's
just as if you were doing it to yourself."
"Yeah," said Shirley, "but what if one of us goes too far?"
"We won't," Mike assured her. "The catch is that if one of us thinks about
hurting the other too much, he, or she, knows they're going to get it back
double the next time they are under the hammer."
So far, the system had worked pretty well, both of them staying within tacit
limits. That being said, Mike tended to go further in the pain stakes when he
was top than Shirley. She was always afraid of reprisals if she went too far,
and anyway, Mike had all the money, he was her meal-ticket, she didn't want to
lose him. Psychologically, even if they were equals, he had the upper hand.
Knowing how heated he got during these torture sessions, and hot as she was
herself, she began to wonder if this was a good idea.
"Come on," said Mike, "let's get started. First you take your bra off." This was
no problem, she slipped out of it with a practised movement. Her heavy breasts,
firm though they still were at 33, nevertheless sagged slightly under their own
weight. She loved it when they did that, she became more aware of them, of her
sexuality. If she dared, she would never wear a bra but then, if she had done
that, they would be down nearly to her waist by now!
"Now you put this one on," said her sadistic partner, handing her something. The
'something' was two fairly 4" diameter thick metal rings, joined by a short
leather strap, another longer, wider strap dangling from each ring, one with a
buckle, the other with a series of holes in it. She guessed what it as for
immediately, and shivered. But she took it from him, and started to feed one
breast through a ring. It was awkward, so Mike helped her by doing the same with
the other one. By the time they had got the rings down firmly against her chest,
round the base of each tit, which was a bit of a struggle, her breasts had
turned into two big balloons, changing colour already as the blood supply to
them was restricted. She knew that soon they would start aching. Mike turned her
round, did up the strap behind her back and pulled it tight. Very tight, so that
the rings dug into her. She grunted, but said nothing, this was part of the
game, you HAD to accept the preliminaries.
Next, he walked her over, on her high heels, to where two small pulleys were set
metal posts, about 18" high, cemented into the concrete floor some 5' apart. He
made her stand exactly in the middle of them.
"Now open you legs so that you feet are as near to the pulleys as you can get
them," he instructed her. She did so, cheating a little, so as to give herself a
bit of lee-way, but opening them up pretty wide. Mike bent down in front of her,
attaching a long cord to each of her labia rings. He led the ends down, through
the pulleys, and tied them to her legs, just under her knees. The cords were
quite tight, so that her labia were pulled down and out in an obscene manner,
revealing the entrance to her vagina and the barbell through the hood of her
clitoris.
"OK, sweetheart, you get the story, " he said. "You close your legs and you pull
the rings. And you know how that hurts." She winced, she did. He had once
weighted them down with pounds of steel scrap, until they were stretched out
nearly 3". She hadn't been able to touch them for a week afterwards and, what
was worse, they had taken a while to get back to their original shape.
Next, he slotted a thin steel stake into a hole in the floor, just in front of
her. The top was adorned with a silvery ball, about the size of a golf ball and
it was on a level with her hips. It appeared to be adjustable in height. She had
never seen it before, and wondered what on earth it was for.
Two more thick steel rods went into holes in the floor, about 2' in front of her
and some 3' off to each side. Straps went round her wrists, with more long cords
attached. Mike made her bend over so that her torso was parallel to the floor,
her balloon-shaped tits pointing towards it, and tied the cords to the top of
the posts, so that her arms were held out securely at right-angles. The silver
ball pressed into her belly, just below the belt.
This was like nothing Mike had ever done before, and the woman began to become
more than a little apprehensive. "What IS this perverted bastard up to?", she
asked herself. It never occurred to her, in the light of what they had just done
to Nancy, that she was every bit as perverted as he was.
Yet another cord was tied into a slip-knot, pulled tight around the base of her
pony-tail. Next, Mike picked up a metallic object. It was a shiny, stainless
steel hook, with blunt ends, shaped like an S, one end longer than the other.
Pulling the cheeks of her ass even wider apart, he carefully pushed the long end
into her anus, fed the cord attached to her hair through the other, pulled it
tight so that she was forced to lift her head up and back, and tied it off.
The swine! She knew this trick all too well, she had used it on one of their
victims. Very quickly her neck would start aching, getting worse by the minute.
To stop the pain, she would try to move her head forward and down. This would
make the cord pull the hook against the ring of muscle that constituted her
anus. And that HURT. She would soon be feeling pain at both ends.
But Mike hadn't finished, it was obvious that he was going for the big time. Yet
another thin steel post was let into the floor, to that the ball on top was
between her breasts, the height adjusted so that it was where the swell of each
was greatest, some 2" from her chest. Finally he adjusted the ball under her
belly until it was a mere half-inch below it. Stepping back, he admired his
handiwork. Shirley stood there, legs wide open, bent over, arms outstretched,
tits hanging towards the floor and, best of all, her vagina gaping wide open and
inviting.
The position was not too uncomfortable, she decided, if she excepted the dull
ache in her tits, neck and anus. But she feared the worst, she knew what Mike
was capable of.
"What comes next, lover?", she asked in a husky voice.
"Why, you should know that Shirl, I'm going to give you what you want, I'm going
to fuck you," he replied.
That was fair enough, no more than she expected and, indeed, she had come into
the room with the desire to be fucked. But there was a catch in this somewhere,
even if she couldn't figure out what it was. She soon found out.
Placing a tall little table just behind her, Mike put a small grey box on it.
There were several leads going from it, one of which he plugged into a
wall-socket.
"Right Shirley, listen carefully. You know how you react when I fuck you, your
body takes over and you throw yourself all over the place. You have told me
several times you can't help it, it just happens. Well, this is where you learn
to control yourself when you are being fucked, however hot you get. Now, these
crocodile clips go on your nipple rings, and these on the bra rings like this.
This one goes on the barbell in your clit and this one I'll clip to the hook
buried in your ass. There. All connected up. The leads from the clips go to a
TENS machine. A modified one. A friend of mine has set it up so that, first, it
has a much higher output voltage than the standard model and, secondly, the
voltage increases slightly each time it gives a shock and also the length of
time it stays on.. The balls beneath your belly and between your tits have a
capacitive effect, just like the buttons on the touch-screen of a computer. You
touch them, however lightly, that sets off the machine and you, my sweet little
torturess, get lit up."
Shirley gasped. The bastard! The evil BASTARD! He knew damned well that she was
totally incapable of controlling her body when being fucked. She would throw
herself all over the place as the sensations hit her. There was no way she could
avoid touching those bloody balls and getting shocks. And knowing Mike, they
wouldn't be low voltage, either. Now she was for it!
The sight of his partner, all tied up and ready to receive him, had got Mike
hornier and harder than ever. The rubber cock ring dug deep into him, making his
balls ache. His cock, and least nine inches long, and thick, was as hard as a
rod. He was almost ready. But first, the secret weapon. This was something that
he had discovered on the Net. Made of hard, black rubber, it was about four
inches long. One end fitted over the glans of his cock, the inside ridge holding
it firmly in place. Form there, it tapered down to a thin, hollow tube, with
several holes on each side, the end being rounded. His cock was now, with this
extension, almost twelve inches long.
With his middle finger, he started massaging the woman's opening. Shirley
groaned with pleasure, becoming wet almost immediately. When he felt this, Mike
grinned to himself and slowly, almost delicately, he start to push his cock up
inside her.
"Oh yes, oh yes, God that feels good!", she moaned. Mike continued pushing,
until there were only two inches left to go. Gripping her hips, he gave a
powerful thrust, slamming right into her, his balls slapping against her.
Shirley yelled. "You bastard, you fucking swine, that HURTS! Take it out!"
"But of course it hurts, Shirl, that's part of the game isn't it?"
What had happened was that the tip of the hard rubber extension had hit the
opening to her cervix and punched its way inside. That was what was causing the
pain. However he fucked her, hard or soft, one way or another she was going to
suffer. Well, that's what she wanted, didn't she?
"OK, now I'm going to switch the TENS on, at a setting of 2.5, which is not very
high. Just remember, darling, every time it hits you, next time the voltage goes
up a bit. Ready? Then here we go." And with that, he pulled his cock out a
little and plunged it back into her. Of course, she moved, she couldn't help it,
she got a jolt in her clit and her anus. Reflexively she tried to close her
legs. That was not a good idea, the labia rings were pulled by the cords
attached to her knees. That hurt, too. What's worse, her nipples, which were
always incredibly sensitive, received their share of voltage too,
"Fun, isn't it?", said Mike. "OK, now the rules of the game. I fuck you until
you cum. If I cum before you do, you get to stand there like that for 15
seconds, with the TENS on full power. And remember, that means you won't get an
orgasm." With that he withdrew a little and slammed back into her.
The session lasted twenty five minutes, at the end of which Mike gave a loud
shout and came, his sperm travelling up the cervix basher and spouting out of
the holes. Needless to say, Shirley was in quite a state. For practically the
whole time she had been getting shocks in her tits, clit and anus, the voltage
going higher and higher each time, until its was almost unbearable. In addition,
her breasts ached ferociously from being constricted by the rings, they had
turned a deep purple. The jolts of electricity had made her try to close her
legs each time they hit her, with the result that her labia had taken quite a
beating, now being much longer than normal, and hurting. And she hurt inside,
where the hard rubber extension to her partner's cock had pummelled her cervix.
In short, she hurt all over. Add to that the fact that the electric shocks had
prevented her from cumming, why she didn't know, and Shirley was one pissed-off
young lady. But the worst was to come, now she had to take 15 seconds at full
power.
She had pleaded with him to stop, she had yelled, but Mike had been too
interested in his own pleasure. In any case, he liked hurting her - her, or any
other woman, he was a sadist through and through.
"Here it comes, Shirley," he said, gleefully. He had turned the machine off and
run the dial right round, and now he switched it on. She couldn't even scream
when it hit her, but just stood there, quivering, as her tits, her clit and her
anus burned as though someone was applying red-hot iron to them. The pain was
blinding. Suddenly the pain stopped. Mike had decided that it would be even more
fun if he gave her 15 seconds in three lots of five. That would make it last
longer.
Shirley gasped, trying to get her breath back. "Please Mike, no more," she
begged.
"But Shirl, we agreed it was a game, and you lost. Now you have to pay."
"I didn't agree, you pig, it was you who
sugges...Ahhh...........................hhhhh!
This time the pain seemed even greater, she was sure her tits were being burned
right out, and the pain in her clit was so bad that she involuntarily lost all
control of her bladder and pissed on the floor.
The pain stopped, as suddenly as it had started. "That wasn't very nice, was
it?" said Mike, sarcastically. "Someone's going to have to clean up that mess,
and guess who. Anyway, you know our rules, anyone losing control gets a double
dose. So now you have got a ten-second jolt coming."
No, Mike, no, please, no, it hurts too bad. I'll do whatever you want, but no
more, I can't take any more. Pleeeese, Mike!"
"No safe words, sweetheart, you earned it, now you get it."
She went on begging him, knowing in advance that it was no good. As her pleas
trailed away, he hit the button. Her knees flexed inwards, her labia stretched
to the limit of rupture, and blood appeared. She tried to shake her torso, to
shake those two balls of pure pain right off of her chest. Her clit was cooking,
she was sure of it, and her anus was a ring of white fire. Suddenly she
screamed, a long, wailing, drawn out scream that went on after he switched off.
She slumped down, held up only by her arms and the metal balls. Her entire body
was slick with sweat, she was trembling like a leaf, and her nipples burned on.
"Let me go Mike, please."
He did, untying her efficiently and helping her to stand up. The hook slipped
out of her ravaged ass easily, but taking the rings off her swollen breasts was
painful. Her stomach ached, sickeningly, she hoped he hadn't messed up anything
inside. He pushed her into a chair and gave her a glass of water, which she
gulped down eagerly. She was beginning to feel better, one of the curious
attributes of the TENS machine, it had little or no after-effect.
"Christ, Mike, that was rough," she said. "You really are a bastard!"
"Of course I am, sweets, that's what you like about me. Now, go and get yourself
sorted out, it's time we went back to see how our little Nancy is getting on.
