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"Make it stop," Joyce was saying. "Oh sweet Jesus, make it stop. Dear
god in heaven, please make it stop. Please dear Jesus, oh sweet Jesus, Mary and
Joseph. For mercy's sake, help me. Somebody help me. Make it stop."
She was stark naked and spread-eagled, as she had been when she had been
subjected to Lisa's enforced attentions. But instead of a bed, she was lying on
a large wooden table, and instead of being held by rough hands, her arms and
legs were stretched wide by heavy chains attached to the manacles that
imprisoned her wrists and ankles. A block of wood had been placed under her
hips, raising her lower body a few inches from the surface of the table. Small
clips, attached to wires, were clamped over her nipples and her clitoris.
Another wire disappeared into her anus, where a small probe had been inserted.
The other ends of these wires were attached to a device with several dials on
it, which stood on a smaller table a few feet away. Next to this table stood
John Collins, with his hand on one of the dials and his glittering eyes fixed
avidly on the naked girl. Nearby stood his assistant, Derek, also watching
eagerly.
"Why, it's only on the moderate setting now, Joyce," Collins said,
smiling at her. "I know it feels unbearable, but--have you forgotten what
happens if I turn it up a little?"
"No," Joyce said, panic seeping into her unsteady voice. "No, I haven't.
Please don't do it again."
"Just a little reminder," Collins said. He turned the dial.
Joyce arched off the table, all of her quivering, straining so hard that
the muscles and tendons stood out against the flesh of her arms, legs and body.
Her head went back, her neck taut. She did not scream. She was beyond screaming.
What came from her was a kind of choking, rattling, gurgling noise, but the
sound of it chilled the blood. "Aagghhghhghhgghh," she said.
"Aughhghhghhghhgg..."
Collins brought the dial back to where it had been. He waited then,
patiently, until Joyce could speak again. "Let me die," Joyce said faintly.
"Dear sweet Christ in heaven. Stop it or let me die."
"Not yet," Collins said. He turned the dial, but only slightly this
time.
"DEAR JESUS!" Joyce cried out. "No. No. Not like that, I can't stand it,
no. Stop it. I beg you, Christ I beg you, stop it..."
"You disobeyed, Joyce. Deliberately. You refused to follow an order. You
said you couldn't do it. That you wouldn't do it."
"I'm sorry," Joyce said. Her words could be made out, but her voice did
not sound human any more. "I said I was sorry. I'm sorry. Please stop."
"You mean you'll do it, Joyce?" Collins said.
"I'll do it. Please stop. Please please stop. I'll do it. You know I'll
do it. I'll do anything. Anything at all. Just make it stop."
"You said that before, Joyce. You can't be trusted."
"I swear it. I swear I'll do it. I swear. Please make it stop."
"What is it that you'll do, Joyce?"
"I'll do what they want. I'll--I'll make love to that girl. I will.
Please stop."
"You mean you'll eat pussy, Joyce. Isn't that what you mean?"
"Yes... oh dear god..."
"Then say that, Joyce," Collins said, his hand moving to the dial again.
"I'll eat pussy. I'll eat pussy. I will, please. Please don't. I'll eat
pussy, make it stop, Christ in heaven, I can't--stop it, stop it, stop it..."
"You have to really want to do it, Joyce," Collins said.
"I do. I do! I want to eat pussy, please, I want to..."
"Then ask me to let you," Collins said, and he turned the dial. "Beg me
to let you do it, Joyce."
"PLEASE!!" Joyce cried, her body stiffening. "OH STOP please let me eat
pussy, please, I'm begging you, oh dear god...Please let me eat pussy, DON'T NO
PLEASE LET ME EAT PUSSY, PLEASE LET ME, PLEASE, PLEASE..."
"All right, Joyce," Collins said. "Just one more little push now, so
you'll remember."
"You can't," Joyce said, quite helplessly. "You can't do that again.
I'll die if you do it again."
Collins did it again.
"AAAARRRGGGGHHHHHH!" Joyce said. "AAAUUUUUGGGHHHGGHH!"
Collins held the dial where it was for a long moment, then slowly turned
it back again, but this time he turned it all the way down, to the "off"
setting. "I think that should do it," he said smugly.
Both men watched the writhing girl come gradually back to sanity, her
taut body still quivering, her round, upthrust breasts heaving as she gasped and
panted for breath.
"Mr. Collins," Derek said hoarsely. "You remember... what you promised
me... Do you think I could... now?"
Collins smiled. "Why not? I don't think, at this point, that the Council
would mind." He moved to the large table and swiftly removed the clamps and
wires from Joyce's body. "Do you want to release her first? Or do you want her
like this?"
"Like that," Derek said breathlessly. "Just like that."
"Fine, " Collins said. "Joyce, dear, I want you to ask Derek to fuck
you. Ask him nicely."
She had to make a strong effort to speak, but when she did her voice was
quite clear.
"Please fuck me, Derek," Joyce said.
Derek had already torn his clothes off. He climbed up on the table, lay
himself down on top of her, and took her for a very long and happy time.
