Chaper 1
NOT JUNK
As the crowds passed by she sat there, totally unnoticed and utterly unnoticeable. Flicking through the paper, her cappuccino going cold in her hand she was glancing at the words. The words seemed to form a smooth pattern across the dull, crumpled sheets but other than a pretty pattern barely a word in front of her made sense.
Individual words stuck out, almost like they were jumping out from the sheet, WAR,TAX, RAPE, FINE, ECONOMY, JAIL, TERRORISM, but none of them where good words.
“Same old, same old” she muttered to herself as she swept her mousey brown hair back into its rather tight pony tail.
One member of the group managed to bump the table as they passed and some of the cappuccino spilt onto the newspaper. She picked up the paper and dabbed the spillage with a plain white napkin and feathered through the damaged pages. On the corner of one of the pages she noticed an advert, small in size around 2 inches by two inches with just one line of text. Are you a woman between 25-40 wanting to try something DIFFERENT and a contact number below.
Glancing at her watch she realised the time and without caring she tore the corner of the paper and stuffed it into her purse and set off to work.
As the day drew to a close she breathed a sigh of relief as she got into her car. Starting the engine she turned on the radio hoping for something in the way of jolly inspiration to brighten her mood but there was nothing but news and travel information so as she set off she pressed play on the stereo and played a few oldies.
She hadn’t gone far, a mile perhaps down the road when the traffic came to a standstill. The air conditioning unit hadn’t worked in a while and with a bus on her right hand side opening the window wasn’t much of an option.
She reached for her tobacco and rolled herself a cigarette, “ I should have listened to the travel info” she thought. Fifteen minutes later and she hadn’t moved an inch. She reached into her purse and looked for the crumpled piece of torn advertisement from the paper she had had earlier.
Reaching for her phone she dialled the number.
“please leave your email address after the tone” the automated voice said and then came the beep, that usual answering machine type beep. “How very typical” she thought to herself.
She hung up. She didn’t leave any information; she was simply annoyed at the response from the other end of the line.
“If that’s their idea of something different I want no part” she first thought to herself, and then as the time went by she mellowed a little.
“I wonder,, well it can’t hurt to try, what’s the harm, really?”
She reached for her phone and called the number, leaving her email address this time.
Sifting through the bills when she got in she placed the bills in a neat pile on top of the others she had received that week. The ones on the top where now showing glimmers of red through the plastic letter box on the envelope where her name and address sit. “How utterly obvious” she thought to herself in total anger. It isn’t bad enough I can barely make ends meet but I get hounded by the wolves at every turn.
Grabbing the laptop she went to run the bath.
As the water was steaming out of the tap she undressed and sat on the toilet with the laptop on her knee. Opening her email she fumbled through her facebook reminders and ignored the ones trying to sell her something, then she noticed a new one labelled NOT JUNK with no other word in the title, she clicked it to open it.
Dear Lady,
I am contacting you regarding your response to the advert placed in the Derby Telegraph.
We are an adult fetish company offering private services to both men and women.
We are offering you the opportunity to earn £22,000.00
If you are interested please respond.
MK
She stared at the email for a while, she had had so many bogus and stupid emails before claiming all sorts of utter nonsense that she didn’t really take it seriously.
But what a silly sort of figure, why not £20,000.00? Why not just round off the figure?.
She got up from the toilet and checked the bath water. It was so hot she had to lower herself slowly but that’s how she always liked it, really hot, the type that makes your skin go red in an instant, the type where you can feel your toes burning when you have walked about without any socks on for a while.
She lay back and wet her hair, rubbed some shampoo in and then flipped back to her emails, she decided to send a reply.
To whom this may concern,
I am responding to your email to enquire about the service you are offering
Lady.
She decided not to use her name, or her pseudonym on her email TY. She had no intention of letting some idiot get hold of her details and hound her, but it didn’t stop her curiosity and it certainly didn’t stop her pressing the send button.
She glanced at the tabs in firefox and noticed there was an unread message in her emails. She clicked it to open the tab and to her astonishment there was another email titled NOT JUNK. She opened it.
To Lady,
We provide paid for services for private clients who have particular needs and are looking for a special lady who could fulfil these requirements.
MK
Now she really was puzzled, short and sweet but it answered her question. She clicked the reply button and thought for a moment. Fetish was something she had tinkered with before, but it had been a while, that sort of money was crazy if it was a serious offer. What if this person was simply crazy or wanted to kill her. How could she know, you hear of all sorts of things and her mind was playing with some very vivid ideas.
What if,,,
That’s the question.
Simply What if,,,
So she responded as brief and as swiftly as he had responded to her.
To MK
What are the particular requirements?
Lady
She decided to address him directly, at least she assumed he was a man.
She lay back and began rinsing the conditioner from her scalp and hair keeping a watchful eye on the email tab, waiting for a response.
After she had finished she noticed there had been another unread message, with a tinge of excitement now she clicked the tab and smiled when she saw the email titled NOT JUNK.
Dear Lady,
Our requirements can be many or they can be few.
MK
Now she was a little perturbed by this response, she expected some more detail, something she could think about, not some obscure line that really didn’t mean a thing.
Sitting up sharply and making the bath water slash onto the carpet slightly she clicked the respond button.
Dear MK
What is the main requirement?
Lady
She smiled at her little one liner as he seemed to be a man of few words.
She pulled the plug and got out and when she was dry went into the bedroom. She slipped on her house coat and sat down.
There was another email titled REQUIREMENTS.
Dear Lady
The main requirement would be that we have full use and access to your body for 36 hours.
MK
“ what does he mean my body, Maybe he does intend to kill me and leave me and leave me for dead somewhere. Who in their right mind talks to someone like that. Full access to your body, seriously who does he think he is.” She smoked her cigarette and thought about it for a while.
“£20,000.00 is tempting though I wonder what he does want. Maybe it’s a master slave thing. Maybe he wants me to be his slave for that period of time. That’s much more like it. That’s more fetish than anything else. I wonder what he wants to do with me. Surley I would have a say, it’s the slaves who usually have the real power in those situations isn’t it?”
She reached over and pulled the laptop to her knee,
Dear MK
Will I get it back when you have finished?
Lady
She smiled as she clicked the send button, she didn’t wait long for a response
Dear Lady
As much as it is possible to assure via this form of communication I can assure you that you and your body will be reunited intact and fully functioning should you choose to take part.
MK
His words where right, they did little to really assure her, but she knew for now it was simply emails and the conversation had captured her imagination.. He was to her dark and mysterious and she wanted to know more.
Dear MK
If having the use of my body for 36 hours is the first requirement, what would be the second?
Lady
She was drawn to him, more from her inquisitive side but what a tease. The idea of the money had gone from her mind, and her thoughts raced wildly as she waiting for a response.
Dear Lady
Endurance for the worst pain imaginable to any woman.
MK
Sitting back she began to imagine what it could be, her mind raced with thoughts “does he want to cut me? What if its FGM, I wouldn’t want any permanent scaring, £22,000.00 isnt worth that” she thought ,her mind was boggling with thoughts and ideas but the truth of the matter was she really had no idea.
“he said imaginable to a woman, does he mean a woman in particular?”.
. Dear MK
If you are a man how do you know what the worse pain for a woman is?
Lady
She rolled another cigarette and sat back awaiting his response.
By the time she had smoke it there it was.
Dear Lady
Have you seen this?
www.youtube.com/?hudsab../dsjd?{dsjn}
MK
Tracy clicked the link and it opened a short video, one she had seen before of two men having a vest put on them to simulate the pain of childbirth. She had watched it a few weeks ago while surfing and strangely found it slightly intriguing; if she was going to be honest to herself, she had to admit that she actually wanted to try it out. She wondered if it was like the real thing, only without the real baby at the end, this would be an addition to her now well nurtured fantasies about the subject which had grown somewhat over the years. Something she never really discussed with anyone. Fantasies where not supposed to be about things like that.
She deliberated for a while, reaching for her cup of tea then pressed reply.
Dear MK
Are you for real?
Lady
Quietly in the back of her mind she was hoping he would say that he was. She had an itch, not like a skin itch, it was much deeper than that, one that she could never scratch.
Cautiously and with thoughts racing through her head she clicked to open the email which appeared moments later.
Dear Lady,
It is
MK
At this point she was a little apprehensive about letting too many thoughts race and tried to take charge of them, she opened her email and began a response.
Dear MK
Are there other requirements?
Lady
She wrote, now she was unsure. She had masturbated many times to thoughts, but they were just thoughts, the actual idea of things being real, being made to feel real she was aware was something completely different indeed.
Her mind raced as a response came through.
Dear Lady
There could be many others.
MK
“Always so cryptic” she thought.
Dear MK
So how does this work?
Lady
She was anxious to know, every inch of her being felt so drawn in, so encapsulated by the ideas that she not only wanted to know, she felt she needed to.
She just had to see what the response said, she had teased and thought about the possibilities for far too long.
The title of the next email was AUCTION.
She paused for a moment, she wanted to let the ideas roll through her mind before she clicked the button but the suspense was crippling her, she had to know.
Dear Lady,
If you submit yourself to me, you will be auctioned off in timed and action slots. From which you will receive 50% of the fee paid.
After a rigorous health check –Auction slot one set fee £4,000
The simulator will be placed on you for a 5 minute time on setting 1 (mild) trial – no slot
You will then be required to sign a waiver which states at no point during the 36 hours will the simulator be removed. You will have to endure it from beginning to end. The simulator has 36 settings and each hour the simulator will be turned up a level.
You will be restrained in various ways to facilitate access to your body without being able to touch or remove the device yourself. At the end of which you will receive £20,000.00 plus half of any fee’s received for client participation.
This will totally depend upon what you are willing to endure on top of the simulator.
The minimum you will receive is £2,000 if you just undergo the inspection, the minimum from the experience would be £22,000.00
MK
Tracy had to re-read this several times before the whole idea had sunk into her head. 36 Hours of pain, increasing, the pain getting gradually worse. How much worse? Was five minutes really enough to decide whether she could endure the pain the machine would give her? Then her thoughts turned to her own experiences at child birth, she wondered if it would really simulate the same pain. She had had three children of her own and the labour pains she had endured with them all had been different.
“Is he for real?” she thought to herself,” is he seriously offering me what I think he is? Perhaps this is a joke” she thought. Most of her other sideways thoughts where regarding her safety, not just meeting someone online but her health should it be real and she decided to actually take part.
Dear MK
How do I know ill be safe?
Lady
She replied, again she had no idea why that was now the most dominating thought in her whole being, maybe it was because she was really and truly considering it.
Her response was swift
Dear Lady
The doctor who will oversee the device and care for your every need is based in Derby. If you wish to speak to him must first sign a confidentiality waiver. What we do is legal and above board.
See attachment
MK
She opened the attachment and read the form through. It sounded complete and quiet detailed in its entirety, it looked very real and like all the bases where covered. Should she choose to take part she must not reveal the Doctors name at any point. In the event of a name being given out she would be liable to pay back all monies received from the experience.
It was to be the only name she would know throughout the experience. He was based on London road and the experience would also be taking place there.
She read the rest of the form out loud
Should she sign the form and add a date which must be within the next 7 days she may speak to him after the health inspection. If she should choose not go ahead with the experience after the consultation she will leave with nothing.
If she however chooses to go ahead, the inspection will take place immediately afterwards. There is to be a 20 minute window inside which she must decide.
The auction action slots must be filled in and retuned with the waiver enclosed.
The time for your consultation will be the last appointment for the doctor of the day at 8pm.
Leaving an hour for the consultation and decision making process. This will mean your experience will end 36 hours from 9pm that evening so you will be free to go home from 10 am on the second day. This leaves an hour for your final medical examination.
Auction Actions
Each action is bid upon. There are many clients.
Clients time slots are decided after bidding has taken place and purchases calculated.
Minimum action bid £1000
All bids are confidential.
Clients may perform more than one action in their given time slot.
Clients may have assistants/other participants present. Additional fee’s will apply
Clients may be of either sex.
All clients will be checked for sexually transmitted diseases Friday morning and isolated until their time slot.
You will undertake a test for sexually transmitted diseases during your consultation.
Results take 45 minutes and will be completed before you undertake the trial.
Please circle the actions with which you agree to submit yourself to. You may circle as many or as few as you wish.
Each action may or may not be done depending on client demand.
Actions may be done more than once.
There is a section below where you can write actions and provisions of your own should you wish to offer something else to the equation or remove something which may be done that is not inferred here.
Any action may be requested, bided upon and overseen by our resident surgeon.
All clients may watch previous clients, live footage will be available.
Enema--gagging--whipping lv1 – whipping lv2--whipping lv3—whipping lv4—caning—abandonment—total restraint—water sports—anal probing—vaginal probing—anal penetration—vaginal penetration—oral penetration—stretching—suspension—humiliation—blindfolded—breast feeding--
For your personal requests-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tracy read it through; she had suspected something like this, but it seemed so surreal. She decided if she was going to do this, she may as well go the whole hog. It was the tease, the idea that was so luring.
She decided she needed to think if she wanted anything added to the list. She wanted to make sure that she would appear desirable, she wanted this experience, she felt like she needed this experience.
The only thing that was missing was the actual birth, the stretching may be used for that it but it doesn’t actually state it. She knew there was a doctor present and wondered to herself if they would be prepared to simulate the stretching that occurs during the birth. He would be able to stitch her up if required.
She circled every action on the form and submitted her request, including that stitching may be given if required. Asserting however that no other permanent scaring should take place on any part of her body.
Feeling confident in her decision she sent her reply.
Dear MK
After reviewing the contract and requirements within I have decided to accept the offer of the experience and have included all relevant forms.
The chosen date for the consultation is Friday the 21st of June which is 6 days from now.
Lady
She had chosen this date so she didn’t miss any work but could call in sick Monday morning if required.
She had to wait a little while before she received a new email and this time it was entitled THE APPOINTMENT.
Dear Lady
Preparations will be made to accommodate your personal request. If you think of anything else to add please contact me before 9am Friday morning which is when bidding will commence.
Dr Stanton will make the appointment for you. Please be at the walk in clinic for 8.45pm.
You are required to bring only your banking details.
All bids will be in by Friday evening and the total amount due to you will be revealed during your consultation.
Funds will be transferred by electronic transferee into your account upon completion of the second waiver before the Experience begins.
MK
Tracy was so excited that night she could hardly sleep. Even her usual masturbation session followed by a dull documentary was not enough to send her over. She put on some meditation music and decided to clear her mind in an effort to get some REM before the sun started to shine through her bedroom curtains and life began outside again.
The following day continued as normal with one exception, the bills she had piled up on the desk the evening before she placed in the kitchen draw. She went over to Tesco and did some shopping and took the dog a walk in the local park before pottering around the house and eventually driving to her mums to see the children.
Her mum invited her to go to bingo that evening, as she did most evenings, although this evening was different, the usual things that irritated her about the whole bingo thing no longer seemed to bother her. She had something else on her mind which was far more distracting and pleasing. They were so much on her mind that during the break between the main session Tracy went into the ladies bathroom, removed her boots and Jeans and began to rub herself , she tried laying on the floor which was too awkward, it wasn’t big enough really for her to stretch out so she tried something she had never tried before and got onto her knees, it was hard at first but she soon got into the rhythm. She imagined being there, in a hospital type room, slightly tied with the simulator on, she imagined the tightening and cramping sensations pass over her body and men around her watching her. No pity or remorse in their eyes, sheer excitement in some and utter boredom in others.
She imagined hands all over her, inside her. Touching her, exploring her as she felt this pain rush over her, She imagined the different ways they could and would take her and the ways in which they would restrain her.
She could almost hear their voices as she knelt in excruciating pain pleading for them to let her stand to relieve the pain but them just watching her, touching her, examining her.
She left that cubical calm and collected, her panties damp from the excitement, she checked her hair in the mirror and went and sat back down in the main hall, waiting patiently for the second half to begin.
The remainder of the week passed mostly uneventful however with only one exception. When she was driving back from Sheffield she felt the urge to play. She was travelling down the M1 at approximately 80 mph at 2am on Wednesday morning, she didn’t really want to stop the car, or find a service station to even pull into. She undid her jeans and slipped them down to her knees, the road was clear and dry, just the odd truck travelling in the slow lane.
Reaching down she slipped her fingers between her legs and began to imagine being tied in that very position, having to concentrate on what was in front of her and respond accordingly while the contraction simulator was tearing through her body and while her vagina was being stretching open, almost tearing. She dug her nails in as she played to give her a quick sharp pain as the waves of pleasure flowed over her and it was enough to send her so close to the edge.
She had no idea if it was even possible, but she imagined opening her legs and having to push out this immense ball, her fingers played and scratched as her mind raced away, all the while the car cruised along. The painted lines blurring in front of her as she got closer and closer to her climax the car got closer and closer to 100mph, she couldn’t lift her foot without ruining her rhythm so she pushed harder and faster until finally it engulfed her in a wave of wild, untethered energy, looking down she saw the car was doing 110mph and her foot was released slowly until she had reached a more safer speed with which she could finish her journey home.
When Friday came she was almost in a dead panic. It was something she had thought and regaled about in her own mind and fantasies, she knew however that what she was attempting to do that evening was border line stupid. There were no guarantees that she would be safe, however she chose to make it as safe as possible. She left her email address open in her tabs window so the emails could be read and wrote the address down of the walk in centre where her interview would be. If anything happened to her she thought this would be the best place for someone to start looking.
Glancing around the room she made sure everything was as it should be before she checked the hour for hundredth time. She definitely wasn’t going to be late, not today of all days. She checked herself in the large mirror which was placed in the hallway just before the front door she gave herself an apprehensive smile, fluffed her hair up slightly then grabbed her car keys and shut her front door.
The drive was uneventful in its actions but her mind began to race the second se turned the key. “There’s still time to back out” she said allowed to herself as she looked at herself in the rear view mirror. She continued driving none the less.
Pulling into the car park she was greeted by a man in a luminescent waist coat, “The clinic is no longer accepting new patients” he said when he approached the window.
“I have an appointment at 8.45pm” she said in a rather shaky voice.
Thoughts raced through her mind. What if it was all a wind up and secretly they were watching and laughing at her for turning up to such a silly set up, the stupid whore they would be saying, and they wouldn’t be far wrong.
“Park in bay one Lady” he replied to her and pointed to the space near the main entrance marked reserved.
The waiting room was quiet when she came in, the cleaners were just finishing up and the reception staff where bidding their farewells for the weekend. As the staff began to filter out she sat there alone, there was just the hum of the Hoover out in the hallway as the cleaner finished his shift.
A woman with a young baby wrapped in a blanket left by the door across from where she sat marked surgery room 4. She thanked the Doctor through the doorway so Tracy couldn’t see him and cuddling her child close into her smiled at Tracy as she made her way to the exit.
Tracy sat there in silence and waited.
A man appeared from the room at exactly 9pm “come in” he said, although he didn’t really look at her.
She got up from her seat and made her way into the surgery. It was a sparse room, just a desk with a computer and a small black telephone and some tissues. There were no family photos or personal artefacts of any kind. There were two hard plastic chairs on her side of the desk and a softer leather chair on his side. A tiny window was placed in the top left hand corner of the room which was frosted so as to diffuse the remaining light from the sun as it crept through.
In the corner of the room there was a raised bed with a white curtain on a rail tidily pulled back, a sink and a few cupboards with a sideboard next to it which had rubber gloves and small bottles arranged neatly next the taps.
The Doctor placed some files in the cabinet at the side of him and didn’t even turn to look at her when he said “remove your clothing and lay down on the bed”
Tracy froze momentarily, it wasn’t exactly the way she used to being spoken ,but she gathered herself and proceed to the bed, after she had pulled the curtain across to maintain a little of her dignity. She folded her clothes and placed them neatly on the side board where there was room and lay back on the bed. The room was cold and she could feel the air like icy fingers moving over her body.
The curtain was pulled back in a rough manner and the man had his attention on the clipboard in front of him. “Knees up, ankles together and legs apart, place your hands under your bottom” he said as he opened one of the draws and began ferreting about for something.
Tracy did as she was told, she dared not disobey him, she wanted this and this man hadn’t even bothered to look at her yet.
She was facing the wall but she could hear him pull the latex gloves onto his hands behind her.
“breath out” He said, as Tracy did this he slid something cold and metallic inside of her vagina, it must have been a speculum, something she had had used on her before, usually though the doctors warm them slightly and put some lubrication on, this man was very rough and the thing was so cold, it felt like it had been refrigerated for hours.
She felt the swab inside her, and he placed the specimens onto a glass slide, then sandwiched it with another slide and placed it into a tube of liquid.
“On your knees, face the wall” he demanded as he pulled the speculum from her sharply. She knelt up and did as she was asked. He placed his hand on her back and forced her body down so her head was almost touching her knees and placed something that was just as icy cold as the previous instrument inside her anus. He fiddled for a moment until he opened it as wide as he needed it. Tracy could feel it stretching her, it was sore and uncomfortable, he kept opening it wider and she felt like she would begin to tear if he persisted much more. she could feel the sharp edges digging into the delicate flesh that was the elasticated entrance to her lower bowl. She moaned little as he took a rough deep few swabs from her.
“open your knees” he requested and used his left hand to press her head down and the other hand to guide her to lift her body off of her legs, this Tracy felt, was a much more comfortable position. He put his fingers insider her vagina and pulled down, opening her roughly. He tugged at her labia harshly before pinching her clitoris callously between his finger and thumb. She felt something cold, like tweezers pull the delicate flesh that covered her clitoris up, and he proceeded to take a cotton bud and take a swab from here also. Placing it into a specimen tube he put a label on the side and marked the bottles with a red x.
Using his thumbs he pried her anus apart again, pinching the skin around the opening and pulling at it, like he was testing the elasticity of the sore already stretched flesh.
“open your mouth” he said as he snapped the gloves off his hands and went to put on a new pair. He came over to her and without even glancing at her face he pushing his fingers inside her mouth and visually inspected her while she remained in the kneeling position from before.
Reaching across her he took more cotton buds and used them to take further swabs from inside her mouth.
Walking over to the table so he could label them he instructed her to lay on her front with her hands by her side. She watched him mark the labels as she shifted herself rather clumsily into position on the hospital bed.
He changed his gloves again before coming over to her and began prodding and poking at her stomach. Pushing down so hard it made her curl up slightly.
When he had finished he moved over to his desk and pressed a button on the phone that sat near his computer monitor. Shortly afterwards a tall blonde man with thick hefty arms and a solid back entered the room. He walked straight by the bed and didn’t even glance at her as collected the samples which had been neatly placed on a metal tray for collection, before turning and leaving.
Tracy was still flat on her back with her hands by her sides when the doctor approached her and finally for the first time looked at her face.
“Questions?” he asked.
“Am I ok?” she replied humbly,
“We won’t know that until the tests are back”. He told her.
“As per your request, preparations have been made which will substitute your demand sufficiently and a suture kit will be at hand. Ordinarily the day you leave here would be the last time you would see me but your requirements presented me with a cause for concern regarding your health and I have a duty of care, you are my patient and I will ensure you are 100% when your experience is over” He said in a deep, cold calculating voice.
“I must admit I have been a little scared to be honest” she replied meekly
“Worry not, your health is and will remain my primary concern” he told her. “Any questions?”
“May I get dressed now?” she asked in a joking manor as she began to sit up.
“No” he replied sharply “and stay in the position I have set you in, you will obey every word and every command. You will do as asked unless required to do otherwise do you understand”
She lay back and let her mind relax a little in the hopes of remembering some of the questions she had deemed so very important only moments before walking into that room.
“It’s understandable to be nervous” He said to her, his tone had changed a little.
“I’m not nervous I’m terrified” she replied
“You can always leave” he said as he left his seat and opened the door for her.
“Unless you have something to ask me stay quiet until I say otherwise” he retorted as he closed the door and sat back at his desk. Taking out some paper work he busied himself.
There was a gentle knock at the door,
“Enter” said the doctor
“all clear” where the words that came from a voice that was hidden behind the door so she couldn’t see her face, she knew it was a woman though.
He opened his draw and took from it a form which was stapled in one corner and placed it on the desk in front of him.
“Sit up” he said as he came over to her. The door to the surgery opened and a woman came in, she had long dark hair that was plated neatly down her back which was a stark difference to her brilliant blue eyes. Her features where softly curved and on the brow of her nose where a small multitude of freckles that stood out on her rather pale skin. In front of her she wheeled in a trolley which had a small electronic device on the top and a shelf with something on underneath.
“Arms up” she said in a rather stern voice.
Tracy raised her arms as the woman took the contraption from the shelf and reaching around her she fastened it like a corset around Tracy’s waist. It sat directly under her breasts so as to push them up slightly but low in the bottom so as to cover her tail bone, Tracy had to do a little shifting around to help the woman get it centred correctly and move her large breasts out of the way as it was clipped up.
Then the woman went over to the small electrical contraption and connected it securely to the front of the corset.
“on your knees” The woman demanded.
Tracy did as she was bid, tensing up, she clamped her teeth together in preparation for what was to come.
“Do you wish to proceed?” The doctor asked
“Yes” she replied and clamped teeth once more.
The doctor nodded to the woman who turned a few dials before finally engaging the machine.
Tracy gripped the edge of the bed tightly, her teeth clamped shut and her eyes where screwed tightly closed. It began as more of a sensation, one of tightening around her lower spine and as it spread across to her front it intensified greatly, she had felt this before. As the pain became worse she found it hard to steady herself, she tried to remember the breathing she had done so many moons ago in preparation for the real thing but somehow it didn’t seem that severe. The pain grew and travelled up to just below her breasts and it felt as though it was encompassing her entire mid region which was not similar but then it peaked as it made its way back down ending across her lower mid-section quiet intensely. Not too intense though, it was most definitely manageable, at this point anyway.
The pain eased gradually into nothing and she was left on her knees, her body inching slowly back into its normal relaxed state.
“The final valuation of fee’s to be paid to you stand at £85,500.00 you have five minutes in which to deice your chosen course of action” Doctor Stanton said to her.
“The figure is written into the contract; you must fill in your bank details and signed both pages. You may go the desk and read the contract” He said as he held out his hand in order to help her dismount from the high hospital bed.
She sat down the cold plastic chair felt like it was sticking to her buttocks as she leant forward and pulled the sheet towards her.
I Tracy Sutcliff
It started. She stared in disbelief, how had they got her details? How did they know her real name, she had never once give it to them.
Declare that I submit entirely and with full consent to the entire course of the simulator and all auction actions previously agreed to in statement one.
I agree to hold until death the name of my contact and will surrender all funds if the agreement is not upheld.
The management can confirm that all participants are free of sexually transmitted diseases and that no client would engage in sexual activity without the appropriate protection unless the client was unable to ejaculate or desire to ejaculate was not present.
Accidental ejaculation will not be tolerated. A fine of £50,000.00 would be paid in this event and the cost of treatment for the recipient covered in full.
I understand that at no point will I be able to physically remove the simulator from my person and it will not be removed for me unless at any point in time there is a significant risk to my health.
I agree to accept payment of £85,000.00 for my full participation payable upon signing of this contract.
I enter this contract fully aware that it is binding.
Signature.
She read it over and over, it was so short, it didn’t really seem enough considering the magnitude of what she was about to embark upon, but she had heard the figure right. It was there before her in black and white, there was definitely no mistaking that.
“times up” He said as he approached her.
Tapping the pen on the desk a whole myriad of thoughts bombarded her brain but there were far too many for her to make much sense of them. Each footstep he took towards her echoed through the room and got louder as he approached. She felt the warmth from his hand when he laid it heavily on her bare shoulder.
She put the pen to the page and signed what felt like her life away, literally. She filled in her banking details and placed the pen on the desk.
“I’ll see you upstairs” the woman said as she wheeled the trolley out.
The doctor took the form and signed into his computer. Loading the banking page he made the transferee. Handing her the phone he suggested that she check with her bank that the funds were in place.
She dialled the NatWest, put in her pin number and password and waited anxiously for the robotic female voice on the other end of the line to tell her what her current balance was standing it.
“The balance on you current account ending in 3166 is £85,123.57p. Tracy was gobsmacked, she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t even smile to enjoy it she just felt so numb. It was like the ground had opened up before her but it didn’t swallow her whole, it sent a rush of air beneath her feet and she felt as though she was floating.
“Follow me” the doctor demanded and Tracy knowing now that she was in fact his personal property for the duration of the contract obediently got out of her chair. There was a sweat mark on the plastic where she had been sat and the moisture began evaporating before her eyes as she pushed it back underneath the desk into its resting place. She took a last glance around the room before closing the door.
Walking down the corridor she was led into a winding stairwell. As they descended she began to realise the enormity of what she had just done. She wasn’t scared as much as she had expected to be though, she was curious. Of course there was some hesitation and a little fear but her body was racing with adrenalin, she had set the wheels in motion and it was too late to back out now. “I could run” she thought “would they stop me?” but she knew she was too excited now and wanted to stay the course.
She was led to a door which was labelled “observation surgery room 1”. The door was thick and heavy, made of metal and painted a deep ocean blue. The room before her was much bigger than the previous one she had undergone her inspection in. There was a bed in the middle complete with birthing stirrups. On the floor in the corner where what looked like metal hooks, as she glanced around the room she noticed that there where hooks dotted around the place, in the walls and on the floors. Beside the bed was a large metal surgical trolley and draped on top was a green blanket, covering what she assumed where many pieces of surgical equipment.
The doctor came forward and lifted the sheet slightly revealing a leather strap, complete with a thick metal ring . He picked it up and placed it around Tracy’s neck, securing it well enough to ensure it couldn’t come off but not too tight so as to restrict her head movement too much. Two smaller but thicker straps where placed around her wrists and two more around her ankles, as before tight and secure but to not tight as to restrict movement or blood flow.
The Doctor took her hands and clipped them to the ring on the collar around her neck so she was unable to brace herself as before. She could no longer balance herself or prepare and this sent a wave of reality through her mind.
As soon as he had finished he turned the simulator on. The sensation was the same as before; it grew slowly, gradually encompassing her lower half. This time she clasped the side of her face, she had nothing else she could grip onto. She wriggled on the chair as she pressure from the pain in her lower back was amplified by being in a seated position, this intensified the pain significantly. This was the first time the real reality of her situation was felt with every ounce of her being.
The surgery door opened and a man in a black suit came in the room. Walking over to the bed he told Tracy to lay back.
She looked over at the doctor as if needing some sort of reassurance.
He grabbed her hair and slammed her backwards.
“Remember the rules” he asserted.
The new man took her legs and placed them into the stirrups, securing them tightly with the Velcro straps. By now the next sensation was starting to grow, the tightening was beginning.
It was just moving upwards and intensifying when the new man inserted something into her anus, the dual sensations of pain where overwhelming, she raised her buttocks off the bed in an effort to move herself away from the alien intrusion.
The doctor had just the remedy for that, he reached around the bed and took a thick black Velcro strap from either side and tightly pinned her flat to the mattress with it. Her movement was so restricted that every attempt merely made the pain deep inside her belly so much worse, coupled with the now odd sensation of liquid being pumped inside her rectum she grasped huge handfuls of her own hair in an effort to stabilize the whirlwind of new sensations which seemed to her to be drowning her.
As the simulation faded her awareness of what was happening to her down below came to the forefront. She looked over and noticed that a bag of fluids containing around 2 litres had been hung beside the bed and the pipe was directed exactly where she thought it was.
It was an uncomfortable feeling; the fluid was cold and just seemed to be accumulating. The man squeezed the bag slightly to hurry the movement of the fluid and it wasn’t very long before the entire container had been drained of its contents.
He began removing the straps from her ankles and as he did so the next contraction was starting. The restrained where removed and he demanded that she get up and follow him to the corner of the room.
The power of the contraction had not changed from before but it was more intense now, her uncomfortably full abdomen allowed the pain to flood over her so much quicker and there was still something lodged in her anus. Something that didn’t feel that wide but it certainly felt quite deep, she could feel it pushing against the side walls as she tried to get to her feet.
As soon as she was stood up the pain seemed to ease a little and she was able to feel three sensations at once without either one overwhelming the other. She walked as slowly as she dared to the corner of the room. By the time she got there the contraction was in full swing.
He ordered her to her knees and uncoupled her hands from her neck fastening. All she wanted to do was curl up to ease the pain but as she knelt down the pain became increasingly more unbearable as her tummy sloshed with the cast amount of liquid that had been pumped into her.
The man took hold of each of her hands and hooked them wide apart half way up, forcing her to kneel up as it was impossible to rest her buttocks on her rear thighs. She had a little room to bend but not much.
“push it out” he demanded.
Tracy had no idea what he meant, the sensation was just starting to pass though and after a few moments of bewilderment it dawned on her that he must have meant whatever it was that was lodged in her anus. The thought occurred to her that the instrument that was there was the only thing holding the liquid in place and as soon as that was out the fluid would come rushing out, all over her knees, feet, the floor, everything.
She knew it wouldn’t just be fluid that would come from inside her either, an enema was meant to clear a person out, it would flush out anything else that was in her bowls and as she had not been to bathroom since that morning she knew that it would not be a very nice sight.
She began to try to push the instrument out. They were admittedly feeble attempts at first but as the next sensation began to ripple through her spine the awkwardness of her position magnified the pain so much that she began to put in some real effort. As the sensation escalated across her body she pushed harder and harder downward and began to feel her anus stretch. The instrument was deep inside with only a thin portion extruding, the portion with the cut off valve to ensure the liquid could not escape. The bulk of the plug was lodged firmly inside.
Grasping the hooks in the walls to steady herself she bore down as hard as she could, she felt the skin stretch open and the object begin to move downwards. Just as she was making headway the sensation of the contraction began to wane. She took a moment to breathe and to steady herself, before clasping tightly at the hooks and bearing down again. This time it seemed like quiet a large proportion of the instrument had been expelled until she ran out of breath and had to refresh the air in her lungs. As she did so her body position changed and the pressure on the instrument was released allowing the instrument to pop back up deep inside her.
Frustrated and breathless she rested for a while before beginning again. This time she pushed her knees into the wall and bent her bottom backward as much as the restraints would allow. Gritting her teeth together she began to push as hard as she could, this time with her already being stretched a little the object moved down to the previous point quiet quickly but she still ran out of breath.
She kept half a lung full of air, just enough to keep the bulk of the pressure pressing down the keep the object at the point she had managed to get it to. Just as she began bearing down again the simulator began. The pain seemed to suffocate her and made pushing down hard work, although she endured.
As she ran out of breath the instrument was beginning to peak. She took another half breath and just as the pain from the contraction reached its most intense she bore down with all her might and the instrument slid out onto the back of her knees, the fluid and faeces followed, covering her with a stench that was like nothing she’d smelled before. She felt huge lumps being extracted from inside her and she felt the weight of them as they hit the back of her legs and rolled away.
She straightened up in sheer relief, the simulator was beginning to subside and she felt as though she could really breath, like it was the first time in her life she had ever had a true lung full of air.
The moment didn’t last long however as she felt a sudden shock across her lower half. The man had thrown water over her legs, a person behind him was using a large mop to clean up the mess that she had made.
Resting her face against the cold tiles of the wall she took in another deep breath and as she did so her hands where untethered from the wall and she was led back to the bed in the centre of the room and strapped in as before.
The sensation of the simulation alone now seemed much more bearable, even though she was on her back and the pressure felt like it was building from deep inside her spine, without that sloshy liquid and that large instrument lodged deep inside her, she could handle the simulator on its own.
Laying there in the silence of the room she started to try to relax a little as the simulator died down. She rested her head and closed her eyes for a moment as she took in a cleansing refreshing breath.
The door opened again and another man walked in bringing a sponge and a bucket of water with him. He surveyed her for a moment and then began to rub her down. The water was warm and quiet soothing and each stroke me made was carefully planned and thought out. He took his time with her, rubbing her toes one by one, squeezing the sponge to let the water drip over them which tickled her slightly.
As he was doing this the simulator began again, the pain was much worse this time, she tried to arch her back to relieve the pain but the strap held her firmly in place. Her ankles began to rub against the Velcro as she tried to manoeuvre just slightly but it was no use. She looked down at the man dripping the water over her feet and gave him an expression that she hoped he would read as a cry for help. He looked at her sympathetically but continued with his sponging. Moving slowly up her legs, drizzling the water over her calves and rubbing them gently with the sponge as the intensity of the pain spread across her front and down into her tummy, she couldn’t help but utter a murmur of pain.
The man kept on sponging her over and paid her no heed. He began circling her knees and rubbing the water into her thigh muscles, Massaging them slightly with the sponge as he went. It was a little comfort to her, but not much. As the Intensity began to simmer down her body drifted softly into a more relaxed state and she could focus on the motion on the sponge much more and enjoy the sensation of being washed.
He rubbed the sponge over her privates so gently and softly, and took particular care as he did the crease between where her thighs met her torso, as her legs where raised and bent in the stirrups. Reaching into his pocket he took out a tube of cream and began rubbing it tenderly into her toes. She loved this, it was such a contrast, the sensation was so relaxing and pleasant and his hands felt soothingly warm. The cream allowed for smooth unrestricted movement and his hands glided over her skin, his fingers and thumbs caressing each toe in turn as his other hand rubbed the sole and heal of her foot.
Just as she was sinking into a more composed state the cycle of the machine began again. Pulsating through her vertebrae and across to her front, she clenched her hair and attempted to brace herself by trying to force her legs to straighten against the restraints, her body became so tense. Every limb was ridged and every muscle taught by the agonising effect of the pain induced by the contraption.
It reached its peak just as his hands began to move to her calf muscles, and as the pain subsided she began to focus more on the movements of his hands over her flesh. She had had professional massages before and this felt like the real thing. As he rubbed her calves gently he was teasing the muscles with his fingers, making small circles deep between the tendons, teasing the stress from her limbs. Grasping huge chunks of flesh on her thighs he massaged them deeply, she lay her head back and let her mind wander, enjoying every second of the freedom she felt in that moment.
She had figured out now that the contractions must have been around 8 to 10 minutes apart although there was no clock in the room to confirm this.
Just as she began drifting off, her next contraction began to kick in, it felt as though it was being echoed around her body, reaching every part of her. She could feel his hands still on her though, his flow had not altered at all and she grasped hands full of her hair as she tried to focus on him and the consoling motion of what he was doing to her. Her peak was softened by the man’s hands that time; she found her focal point and took a breath in as her tummy tightened to its fullest then was gently allowed to relax.
His hands moved beneath her thighs now, he slid the bottom part of the bed away as it came away in sections, so her bum was floating, supported by the middle section which stopped just above her tail bone and he began to massage her buttocks fairly rigorously. It felt so nice, it was something no professional had ever done to her before, it was something that had never been suggested to her before and although being openly exposed as she was she let herself enjoy the feeling of the muscles being moved and manipulated. She could feel him digging his fingers into the flesh tweezing out the tension, his fingers moved over her anal opening gently as his hands moved in circles, clasping the flesh occasionally to knead at the meat that constituted her behind.
She had learned to time them now, she braced herself as she knew the next one was coming, how she began to hate that machine, she wanted for it to stop, to leave her alone, to let her enjoy her moment in peace without its dreadful distraction, plead as she might though the inevitable began to happen. She focused on him, on his hands, she closed her eyes and imagined it was someone she knew and cared for and who cared for her, trying to reassure her and alleviate her pain and suffering. In her mind she could hear comforting words coming from him as the tightening inside her grew worse. He was there, she was safe and she felt calm as his hands began to lull her out of her peak and back into her comfort zone.
He had switched to using one hand now, but it felt just as nice and relaxing. She let her head fall back and the muscles in her neck relax as he reached up under the corset slightly and worked on the lumbar region in her lower back, this was so much nicer than even having her buttocks worked. Making small circles with his fingers he rolled the flesh over her spine, adding pressure onto her tail bone to lift her up slightly, she felt like she was going to melt into the bed in complete ecstasy.
Her mind began to sway as the next contraction began and she searched for his hand to find her focal point and just as she did so she felt his hand grasp her thigh roughly. It wasn’t how he had handled her before and as the contraction moved upwards and tear through her body she felt him force himself inside her tightly braced vaginal opening. She could feel every ridge of him as he thrust hard and deep inside her, the pain of both sensations together began to ricochet through her, shattering her thought processes and she screamed.
The more she screamed the harder he thrust himself inside her and as the pain began to peak tears where rolling down her face. The agony of the moment had twisted her insides, every muscle felt as though it was on fire and the fire was raging through her entire being.
As the tightening inside her began to subside she tried to single him out and as she began to be able to concentrate and feel only him inside her, he had pulled out of her and walked away.
As the door was swinging shut the doctor came back into the room. He walked over to the side and snapped some gloves on. Tracy’s face was just begging to relax but the tears where still making tracks down her cheeks.
The doctor removed some long cotton buds from a box the side and proceeded to take more samples from inside her. He never spoke to her or looked her in the face; he simply did his job, marked the sample jar and left the room turning out the lights as he went.
Chapter 2
Lying there alone she could see nothing, like absolute pure darkness all around her. The machine beeped and as the next contraction began she could feel how much more intense it had become. How she wished she could curl up and elevate this seemingly unending pain. Pain she knew was important, although it lasted but a few fleeting moments in her life, it was having an unimaginably intense impact on her and now here in the dark she was able to truly appreciate it.
She focused more on her breathing and let the intensity wash across her, flowing almost fluidly through her spine and clasping like tight arms wrapped around her stomach. Her eyes where screwed shut and her head hurt from where she had grabbed handfuls of hair but as the pain eased away so did her mind.
Her thoughts ran back to when she was doing this for real, the rush and the confusion and how busy it was, not a moment to sit back and just feel, just let it be what it was so she could truly experience it. She remembered the bright lights and the constant buzzing of noises, voices and machines that grasped at her attentions and when she opened her eyes all that was gone. All was still and quiet as she lay there tethered as she was, but alone, completely alone.
She lay silently waiting for her next one almost eagerly, and as it began she breathed out slowly, letting the waves pass across her without friction. Arching her back as much as she could the pressure seemed to ease and she found no need to grasp at herself or tense up like she had before. She focused on her feet and then her legs almost talking to them, calming her whole being.
As it passed she relaxed completely, a feeling she had not felt in a very long time. This time though the moments between the contractions seemed almost infinitely long, she didn’t feel the need to brace or prepare as she had tried to before but just let them be what they were. She had no idea how long in the dark she lay there, but it seemed to pass as though it were a dream.
A dream that was, until the door opened again. A man appeared with what seemed to be a surgeon’s mask hiding his face from her view. Bending over her he took the strap from her head off, giving her more room to move then proceeded to untether her legs.
“Get up” he demanded.
Tracy sat up on the bed, letting her legs dangle off the edge, as she did the next contraction began. She tried to curl up slightly to relieve what now felt like an overpowering pain that was racing across her, pounding through her whole system. She didn’t want to focus on him, only on the pain, how she wished for her solitude again.
Grabbing her hair viciously her yanked her up off the bed, the aching in her stomach was peaking as he threw her against the wall, slamming her face hard against the icy cold tiles. She sank to her knees. The pain was excruciating and felt like the intensity of the peak was never going to end. As her knees touched the floor he stood back and from inside his jacket he produced a long cane.
The contraction began to subside and Tracy turned to look her Master in the eyes, it was the only bit of his flesh she could really see, they were dark, appearing almost black but rugged and aged.
She knew what he had planned, she hated him for it, and she had no idea how she was going to bear what he had in store for her. She looked at him, trying to plead for mercy using only her eyes.
Moving forward he whispered in her ear “beg” then took a step back.
“Sir?” she questioned him
“I want to hear you beg” he said as he lashed the cane across his hands. The sound sent shivers down Tracy’s back, the kind that no-one ever likes to feel. He really was sadistic, she didn’t want to beg, and she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her as he was obviously determined to do to her what he had paid to do. On the other hand she did not want him to be as hard and as cruel as he possibly could because she was not obeying his command.
It was a feeling of blind panic that took over when she heard the crop whoosh through the air a second time. It didn’t land on her but the feeling inside it gave her such terror that it may as well have.
“Sir,,, please,,” she said in a rather shaky voice
As the words left her the machine began its next motion, forcing her on her elbows and clenching her body together as though trying to hide from the inevitable agony that was about to ensue.
As her head hit the floor an immense pain was felt, not across her front from the peak as she had expected but across her feet as though they had been sliced open with a knife. The pain made her jolt upwards screaming. As the soles of her feet began to throb the peak from the machine began to crush her and as she curled up again a second lash was delivered across her already tender soles.
“please.no,” she screamed as she straightened herself up again, her hair brushing her shoulders and the sweat beginning to pour from her brow.
The contraction was just beginning to fade as he grabbed her hair and forced her to her now swollen feet.
“Walk” he demanded
Tracy stood there, trying to catch her breath and he pushed her along the wall.
“walk” he said again as he took position in the middle of the room, his cane making lashing sounds against his leg as she began to stumble along the wall. When she reached the corner she turned to him.
“keep going” he said as he made a circular motion with the cane. Tracy knew what he meant and she began to walk around the wall, hugging it tightly so as not to lose her balance.
She had barely made it full circle when the next contraction began, she pushed her face against she wall to brace for the pain daring not to get on her knee’s for fear that he might lash her poor feet again.
“take position” he demanded,
Tracy gritted her teeth, she stood there not daring to move and the pain was intensifying by the second. He came over and grabbed her hair yanking her down to her knees and pushed her cheek against the tiles before stepping back.
As the pain rushed up her spine she grasped her neck, shacking her head se yelled out “ please, no sir, please” but before she could say no again he had lashed at her feet a third time.
She shrieked out in pain trying to look over her shoulder, the tears pouring from eyes and the sweat dripping from her face, smoothing her brow and hair.
A fourth lash soon followed as the contraction took over her senses, and she could feel her feet pounding and swelling.
“Walk” he said, tapping the cane against his legs.
Tracy struggled to her feet slowly
“NOW” He yelled at her and lashed her calf muscles cruelly with the cane sending her back to the ground with a thud.
She gathered herself quickly and got to her feet, beginning her donkey trek around the room. Her face sliding across the tiles and small traces of blood where left behind from her right foot where the cane had cut the skin slightly.
“Please sir, please I beg you” she said with tears rolling down her face. She couldn’t do this, it was too much, it was taking over every sense, strangling every muscle in her body.
“No, please” she begged as the next contraction began and she began to cry.
“Take position” he said calmly
Tracy got to her knees, focusing as much as she could on the contraction, the pain was drowning her but the lash from that cane snapped her back.
“No,,,” she screamed, crying now uncontrollably, her hands wet with her tears and her hair lay about her dripping wet, her stomach crushing inwards as the second lash pierced the air and rattled across her feet.
Torn and breathless she sobbed as she got to her feet; there was no need for him to tell her although he did.
Both feet where bleeding now was she dragged herself along the wall, her wet hands leaving smear marks along the tiles and she pleaded with him the whole time, turning to face him as she pulled herself along.
As the next one started she had made it barely half way around the room this time, she struggled to control her reaction to the ensuing torturous sensation but it was no use.
“assume the position” he bellowed at her, she cringed in agony as she slid down the wall onto her knees,
“Please Sir, Please I beg,,,” she said but before she could finish the sentence he had lashed at her souls again. They rippled with a burning sensation unlike anything she had ever known and her face hit the floor.
“Assume position” he demanded
Tracy struggled back onto her knees as the contraction peaked across her front, writhing inside she gripped her neck as she felt the next lash of the cane on her feet.
“Walk” he said before she had even caught her breath.
Tracy hobbled to her feet, each step she took felt as though she was walking on top of broken glass, thick trails of blood now tracing each step that she took. Crying uncontrollably she begged him for mercy.
“I beg you sir, please, please don’t” she said as she slowly dragged herself across the cold wall, her hands acting like claws, tugging her along, pulling her one tile at a time.
Tapping the cane across his legs she could not see the expression on his face, but his stature was tall and unwavering. She ignored as much as she could the next contraction until she could bare it no longer and began to bend over, she knew she had to get to her knees for him. She knelt on the floor and curled up to ease to pain and screwed her eyes shut, the agony began encircling her body, tearing away at her, but as the pain began to subside she turned to see the room was empty.
Sitting down she set her head to rest against the wall and looked down at her blood soaked feet and the trail of blood which circled the room. She had stopped crying and could now breath, enjoying the silence of the moment.
When the door opened again it clashed against the door stop with a thud and a huge heavily built man came thundering towards her. He was bald but unshaven and was wearing what was once a white string vest, now covered in many stains and the thick black hairs on his chest and shoulders peered over the top.
Pinching her mouth open in the corners he forced something into her mouth, it braced against her teeth forcing her mouth wide open and she looked into his face as he brushed the sweat from his own brow.
Smiling he was, almost laughing as he unzipped his dirty jeans. Clumsily he fingered with the button and zip on his jeans and pulled them down eagerly, his yellow stained underpants where next to go to his knees. Taking a fat fistful of her hair he yanked her towards him and looked into her face.
“Cry” he demanded
Tracy tried but fear seemed to freeze her up from inside. The next contraction began, so intense and so crippling, like nothing she had felt from the thing before. She closed her eyes tight shut as shooting pains went hurtling through her and as she did. she felt a thud across her face as he slapped her then rammed his soft cock into her mouth.
She could taste it, it was like he hadn’t washed, the smell was putrid and for a fleeting second took her mind off the pain from the contraction which was beginning to peak. She clenched her eyes shut again and she felt a nasty warm liquid begin to fill her mouth. Her stomach clenched from the deep agony of the electricity and it made the gagging reflex rattle through her system, the nasty strong smelling urine was pouring from him and then out of the corners of her mouth.
“Cry” he demanded as he slapped her across the face again.
She had no trouble now, the tears where already filling her eyes, she just couldn’t breathe properly to get that true feeling of release. As the contraction began to subside so did the flow of rich piss coming from him. Slapping her across the face again he began thrusting himself into her mouth even deeper, she could feel his cock swelling inside her mouth. She wanted to bite down on him so hard but as he thrust inside her he slapped her again.
She began to sob, the tears now flowing freely from her and his smile spreading across his face. He took her head in both of his hands and thrust himself inside her while pulling her onto him rhythmically.
When the next contraction began he didn’t stop, he kept the rhythm going and seemed completely oblivious as she moaned louder and louder as the agony persisted to its peak, ramming her onto him so as to control every breath she took, she couldn’t think, she felt as though she were being suffocated. She could feel the tip of him forcing its way down into her throat, blocking her pipe so she couldn’t take in any air. As he pulled back she spluttered and chocked and tried to pull away.
As the contraction died back however the rhythm of his body continued, unfaltering. She focused on the timing; blinking her eyes slightly to remove the tears that blinded her she tried to perfectly time her breathing with the rocking action of his posterior. She had barley mastered taking a breath properly before the next agonizing contraction began. Crippling her up and shooting up into her spine, she couldn’t bite down to clench her teeth and she couldn’t grasp her head as before only her neck. She tried to wriggle from his grasp but he held her firmly in place and his rhythm was constant. As it peaked across her tummy ever tightening and crushing her, she tried lifting her knees slightly upwards to elevate the pressure but her feet slid on the blood soaked floor and the ripple of the burning sensation from her torn soles convulsed up her legs, throwing her breathing into disarray and leaving her struggling to take in any air.
As it died down however she fell back into rhythm with him and calmed slightly as she felt the cool air reach her lungs. His cock thickened in her mouth almost so much that she could no longer open her lips wide enough to take in any air and she could feel the veins along his shaft pulsating on her tongue and lips as she began to work with those huge hands that mastered her movements.
She shuffled her bottom slightly so her legs where almost sideways on so as to not let her feet touch the floor but making sure it allowed her a little room to curl slightly and braced herself for the next contraction.
As regular and as intense as before it began, by now she had counted the motion of his body and was working with it as the echo of the electricity passed across her body. She could take a small breath as he continued to ram himself inside her, as she looked up at him she felt his cock bang hard and deep into her, then her mouth filled with his cream as he exploded inside her just as the contraction reached its peak. She lost her rhythm and gagged on the thick sticky mess as he rubbed himself around inside her mouth, forcing her to swallow some of him, her tongue couldn’t dispel enough from her gapping, aching mouth, while the rest dripped over breasts from her mouth.
He reached down and unchained her hands from her neck as she was coughing and spluttering, and turning her onto her knees, he hooked her hands onto a ringlet in the centre of the room so she was facing the wall. She couldn’t watch him zip himself up, but she heard the bang of the door against the stopper again as he left.
When the door opened again four new men came in with big standing fans. She watched as they placed them in each corner of the room and plugged them in. One of them went over to the sink and placed a hose over the tap and turned it on.
“Kneel up” he demanded as one of the men pulled Tracy to her knees, her face pushed into the floor. One of the other men came forward and wrapped a plastic sheet over her torso to cover the device strapped to her and fastened it up along her front. He paid particular attention to tucking the edges in.
Then he pushed her face firmly onto the ground and pinned her there as one of the other men turned the hose on her. Aiming it at her feet at first she wriggled and writhed in agony, the water pressure tearing at her flesh and the water stinging inside the cuts that where present, she was trying to pull away and as she did the next contraction began.
The other men came forward and took a leg each, holding them firmly apart they pinned her securely as the fourth concentrated the hose over her. The cold water flooded the floor and the pain which by now was so incredibly intense that she could no longer keep quiet and was howling out, trying to pleading for mercy but making no audible sense.
The man with the hose set it down, just as her contraction was peaking across her front. She felt relief as she could breathe through this moment, her breath blowing the water that lay on the floor in front of her mouth up in small spatters.
As it subsided she could feel more liquid being poured over her, it was orange and smelled like hospitals tend to, like TCP. He took a sponge and rubbed the foul stuff into her feet, it stung so much but she couldn’t move because the others held her too tightly. Splashing some over her face and what was showing of her upper torso he went back to the sink for hose.
Turning the pressure up he turned it back onto Tracy, the spray hit her flesh hard and bounced back up, so she could also feel the gentle splash of the rebounds on her thighs and shoulders. The water on the floor got deeper and she clenched her eyes shut and tried to bite down on the vice like object that was still lodged in her mouth, keeping her jaw wide open.
One of the men reached around under her, lifting her chest slightly off the floor to cup her swollen cold breast and pinched her nipple sharply. The other did the same and she tried to cry out, she tried to scream but her jaw was clamped open and was aching so much that just a dull noise emanated from her. The man with the hose bent down and directed the hose over her breasts, making sure to direct the flow directly over her red erect nipples. As he did this the men concentrated on pulling and pinching them, twisting them between their fingers and thumbs, sending spikes of pain up her neck.
As her next contraction began she curled her toes and writhed to get into a more comfortable position, it was so engulfing now, twisting her insides like a cloth being wrung out, she tried to lift her head but he pushed back against her, finding her voice she called out incoherently as the wringing of her body edged its way around to her front. The more she tried to move the harder they tugged at her now sore, swollen nipples, squeezing her breasts tightly, crushing them tightly, and pushing them against her rib cage. The man with the hose moved it away, splashing it for a few seconds on her face as her peak began to subside.
Moving around her back end he directed the hose onto her anus, the men holding her legs clipped them securely into rings nearby and used their free hand to now pull her buttock cheeks wide apart exposing her crevice and the hosepipe was focused directly over her anal opening. They jerked her nipples and squeezed ever more tightly, they were now quiet hardened and tender, it seemed never ending the hose was directed in such a way, so as to be ever more intrusive. One of the men bit sharply into her shoulder, not so as to break the skin but the pain felt as though she were being stabbed with a sharp serrated kitchen knife. Her flesh was so tense and cold from the water, goose bumps where visible all across her flesh. As he let go the other man bit her other shoulder and tugged vigorously on her breast, sending waves of anguish into her brain as her next contraction began.
The hose was being moved inward and outward in a pulsating fashion and the men where now biting her all over what exposed flesh they could find, even her face. Hard enough to bruise, but not hard enough to break the skin and the intense contraction seemed to cripple her mind so all she could do was attempt to scream into the wet cold floor.
As the contraction peaked, both men put more energy into their breast grasps, her nipples felt like they were being torn from her body and her knees ached from being pinned so tightly to the ground.
As the electric faded through her system their grips loosened and she was allowed to breath, panting was what it had turned to, her tongue out, her mouth felt so dry inside, she needed a drink, and she tried desperately to lap what trickles of water she could from the floor.
The men loosened their grip on her anus and fondled under her tummy down to her vagina and she felt them grabbing at her labia. Taking it in turns they pulled and pinched her cliterous, snapping it in their fingers as callously as they were doing her nipples. Tracy tried so desperately to shake them off, just for a brief second, she needed a relief, a way to breath, to just be, to just have a moment, to think, to clear her mind, just for a second………
The more she struggled the harder they tugged and she cried out continuously, a scream almost for every breath she could muster, her face stained with her tears and her hair was now sticking to her cheeks.
The man with the hose moved down now and after balancing for a moment directed the flow directly over her cliterous and vaginal opening. The freezing cold water made her brace sharply as the water pressure seared into her flesh. The other men held her tightly and securely as her contraction began. No thoughts but the pain could make it into her head, her mouth was so dry and it made her cries dull and muffled, every inch of her body seemed almost like it was on fire and every yard of her insides felt as though they were being churned up in some sort of meat grinder.
As the peak subsided the men ceased their torture of her and got up. Each of them went over to a fan and turned it on, the cold air rushed over her already frozen body and she slumped to the floor in a heap, trying desperately to pull her knees as close together and toward her torso as the ankle tethers would allow.
The one with the hose swept it around the edges of the room to wash away the blood and used the pressure to guide it to the drain point on the floor. The water covered every inch of the floors surface making the tiles glisten. She began to shiver in a crumpled pile on the floor, the man who had had the hose came over and removed the clamp from her mouth, she relaxed her sore aching jaw closed and moved it around trying to settle the pain of the stretched muscles around her mouth and they left the room, letting the door close softly behind them.
Lying there alone for a moment she felt the embrace of silence again. So enjoyable was it now that she wished for it for eternity. Closing her eyes she tried to block out that medical white light from the florescent bulbs overhead, and as her head became silent she could make out the light humming from the electricity passing through the strip lighting above.
Her next contraction ad already begun when the entrance to the room was disturbed again.
A man and a woman appeared they were casually dressed, like the sort you’d see out at a shopping centre. Tracy could barely take notice as the contractions where now so immensely strong it was all she could do to scream aloud at each and every one.
As she writhed on the damp floor, the two surveyed her. The woman softly caressed Tracy’s thighs and ran her fingers in between her but butt cheeks gently. The contraction began to peak and Tracy struggled to breath and find her focus, her stomach was hardening as the muscles tensed up again and as they did the woman slipped her finger into her Tracy’s anal opening. It didn’t hurt but it was so uncomfortable, she tried to wriggle away but her finger just followed every motion of her body until the contraction began to subside and Tracy’s breathing returned to a more regular pace.
He ankles where untethered by the lady as the man went around the room and turned off the fans.
“You must be freezing” he said as he pushed them back out of the door.
“Please don’t hurt me, please” Tracy begged, they seemed nice, like they might actually listen to her and give her poor tortured body and mind a rest from this incessant agony.
“Sssshhhhhh” the lady said as she hitched up her skirt exposing her sex, her pubic hairs thick and dark nestled between her legs, she made her way in front of Tracy and settled her legs either side so she could push her bush right into Tracy’s face. She grabbed the back of Tracys head and thrust her face onto her.
“please me” she asked
Tracy had never touched a woman like that before, she stuck out her tongue and buried her face deep into her. She could taste her, sweet and pleasant, she used her tongue to trace the outside and inside of her labia and ran it in small circles over and around her cliterous. She had never done this before but she had enjoyed receiving it many times before and she knew what she liked.
The lady lay back and Tracy could hear the sounds of enjoyment emanating from her, she felt good, like she was achieving something.
As the next contraction began the man had positioned himself behind her and pushed himself inside her. She could feel his hard erect penis as it glided smoothly inside her pussy but as the contraction took over she stopped what she was doing and focused on her breathing.
The woman grabbed Tracy’s hair and yanked her hard onto her
“Who said you could stop” she yelled, Tracy hadn’t even realised she had stopped, she had focused on simmering the pain down in her own head that all thoughts of other things had escaped her. The hard cock inside her was uncomfortable and the rhythmic banging of his body against hers made the agony of the contraction bellow through her spine in waves.
As the pain peaked she screamed, the lady pushed her face deeper into her pussy, muffling the sounds that tried to escape. She couldn’t breathe, pubic hairs scratched at her face while the taste of the lady got stronger. The man grasped her hips tightly and rammed himself into her, thrusting inside her hard and fluidly.
As the contraction subsided he pulled out and walked around to the lady, kissing her and fondling her breasts. She lay back and enjoyed Tracy’s attention on her as he knelt over her, pushing his bum into Tracy’s face.
“Me now” he said as he pushed his anal opening right up to her. Tracy grimaced at the thought of going there, but she pulled away from the lady and pushed her tongue right onto his hole. He pushed toward her so she could get a better taste and she pushed her tongue further in, she could taste him, the filth of it made her want to puke. She could feel the wrinkles in the skin of the opening and focused her attention here, moving her tongue around and dipping inside on occasion.
The next contraction came quickly and strongly, as she moaned in pain the man got up and went behind her pushing his cock deep inside her again. The women settled back into position from before and Tracy had no choice but to try to continue to pleasure her as he was forcing himself inside her from behind. All the while the contraction was getting stronger and more over powering. Working its way around her front and grinding her insides, his thick shaft made moving or focusing on the pain so hard and Tracy just screamed through it, muffled though she was deep inside the lady’s pussy.
The lady was grasping her hair, holding her head so every millimetre of her cunt was touching some part of Tracy’s face but her tongue could not do its job, She was screaming out in pain and no one was bothered, no-one tried to console her, every person had their own agenda for being in that room.
By the time the contraction had started to subside she was crying loudly, tears falling down her face, Her body was warmer than before but it made no difference and provided little comfort.
The couple moved around and she lay on the floor in front of Tracy. The man got on his knees and she lay beneath him, putting his cock which was still wet and covered in Tracy, into her mouth and the lady began sucking and tasting, licking all trace of her from him. He pinched Tracy’s still sore mouth and began to kiss her. His tongue fondling hers and sounds of pleasure emerged from them both.
Tracy’s pussy was throbbing and open from his invasion, her labia was still sore where the previous men had pulled and tugged on it, so it felt as though they were flapping in the wind, stretched and torn. He kissed her incessantly and passionately until her next contraction made its appearance.
As before he went up behind her and pushed himself inside her and the woman took position. Tracy tried to please her, she really did. As the pain grew in intensity she tried to focus on what she was doing but the pain overcame her quickly and soon she was writhing in agony as before. The woman again grabbed her head and forced her face onto her wet, sticky pussy and the man banged himself inside her so hard that Tracy felt as though she was going to burst open. The lady began laughing as the man leant over Tracy and the lady sat up to kiss him as Tracy twisted up in agony between them.
As she began to calm again inside they both moved again, the lady positioned herself so she lay directly on top of Tracy pinning her to ground flat. The man tethered her ankles tightly and checked how tight the clips where around her wrist before moving behind him, with his partner.
She could feel gentle movements and hear the woman moaning in delight as he was doing whatever he was doing to her. The weight of the lady crushed her chest and forced Tracy to alter her breathing to compensate. She felt as though she were really being crushed and for a few moment began to panic and tried to move, tried to get the weight off of her but the lady was well balanced and secured herself in place as she continued in her pleasure.
It was all she could do to gain some focus when the next one began. The pain surged up inside her and the weight of the woman increased it. Her inability to move or breathe made focusing so hard but at least he wasn’t inside her this time, at least she could turn her head and feel the rush of air getting into her lungs as she tried to calm herself down. Screaming out un-muffled her voice echoing in the room but falling on deaf ears.
The tears streamed down her face as the pain began to subside, her heart was beating so fast and every atom in her body was echoing, her mind racing with the utter confusion that was filling her mind. All the while the couple where moaning in pleasure above her, their body’s moving in tandem, the ladies hair brushing against Tracy’s face, she could feel it sticking to her face, dampening in the tears that seemed to constantly pour from her eyes.
Panting beneath them she could feel each movement, her ribs being crushed into the floor now felt sore and bruised. Another wave of the machine began and their passions continued as Tracy cried for help beneath them. Just as the pain reached its limit the man moaned alongside Tracy in chorus, she could feel the movement stop and rolled in relief as the weight from on top of her ceased as they got up. Tracy watched them through the wet straggles of hair that clung across her face, the man lifted his partner up onto the side near the sink and was kissing her lovingly all across her neck as she giggled. He reached for some tissues and tenderly began wiping her over.
Tracy was relieved now, she could move slightly and breathe and find her rhythm again, she knew it wouldn’t be long before the next contraction and every ounce of her being began to wish she had never signed that damn piece of paper.
The man was kissing his partners toes when Tracy looked up next, she had composed herself now and was relaxing in a heap on the floor where they had left her tethered. She began to imagine being that woman, being the one who wasn’t in the mess, the one who wasn’t feeling that unimaginable pain, her being the one who could make love to her partner over the body of the suffering and still find that amount of pleasure As her mind began to drift away that time came around all too quickly and the extreme intensity made her scream out,
“please, please take this off, let me go” she begged, the tears rolled down and accentuated the sincerity in her voice, she had had enough and all she wanted to do now was go home.
The lady looked over at her, her partner lifted her off the surface and kissed her cheek. She walked over to Tracy and kissed her cheek.
“Thank you” she whispered in her ear, turned and left.
The pain engulfed her and she screamed out over and over
“Let me out, I want to go home,, NOW” she sobbed, grasping the clips that held her in place she tried to uncouple herself. She writhed on the floor, trying desperately to remove the device, just nudge it, make it stop, somehow, anyhow, she didn’t care now, she just wanted the whole thing to stop.
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?
Chapter 4
Ow how she wanted this all to end, but she knew she would never get another chance like this to relive her fantasy, could she really not take it?
She had persevered for so long, forced though she had felt at times, she had never really forgotten that contract she had signed; now HE had thrown her a googly.
How could she continue though, her body already felt as though it were on the verge of collapsing, her mind had been crippled at times with the anguish that had consumed her….
She could go home, torn, beaten, and broken and also no better off, or she could see this through, knowing in her own mind she had come out the other side, torn maybe but beaten,,,,,, certainly not.
BLINK,BLINK,BLINK
There was no turning back now.
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The doctor stood up and clapped his hands, everyone else who was in the room stopped their activities and left, leaving her dangling there on the board.
The doctor went around her back and uncoupled her from the tethering’s,
“back on the bed” he said as he yanked her to her feet with her hair. The mouth opening clamp was still in place but it didn’t do much to muffle her screams as he violently strapped her back onto the bed and put her feet back in the stirrups.
A nurse appeared in the room pushing a trolley; he hooked it up in front of him and turned it on. It was a sonogram but Tracy could not see the monitor as it was turned away from her.
The nurse pushed the device hard into her stomach.
“It’s no use Doctor, her bladder isn’t full enough to get a true reading of the sitting shape” she said as she laid the hand held probe back on the trolley.
The doctor walked over to the cupboard and fetched a funnel from it.
The nurse took something from the trolley and seated herself between Tracy’s legs. She could feel her tugging and pocking around.
The Doctor pushed the funnel into Tracy’s mouth; he took a jug from the side, unzipped his pants and began to empty himself into the jug.
Tracy cringed, she hated this, she had hated when the man before had done it. It had tasted foul.
As she watched him the machine began its never ending cycle and just as she was trying to focus she felt something, something particularly strange going on down between her legs.
The nurse was shoving something inside her, not her vagina, or her anus as had always usually been the case, but this felt different, deeper, higher somehow.
“The urethra blocker is in place Doctor” She told him, as she smiled, she got up to leave the room.
“Nurse could you tell the others to come in one at a time please” he asked her politely,
Not long after she had left one of the men from before came in, Tracy recognized him as the man who had bloodied her feet previously.
The doctor handed the man the jug,
“Can you help?” he asked as he smiled
“Sure” he replied and taking the jug from the doctor proceeded to empty himself into it as well.
Tracy had to sit there as they all came in, even the woman from before took great pleasure in squatting in front of the bed, right where Tracy could see her and filled the jug to very brim.
The different hues of orange and yellow mixed in the clear glass jug and the doctor took a metal rod from the counter and stirred it, holding it near her nose so she could smell the culmination as it mixed and brewed.
Her head was already securely strapped to the bed and it took little effort for him to force the funnel into her mouth.
“I’m going to pour this slowly, you won’t spill a drop” He demanded in a stern voice
He held the jug quiet high and began to pour.
Tracy knew he meant it and she began to drink it, the smell reached her nose before the liquid touched the back of her throat and the gagging reflex was strong but she held fast and began to take gulps of it into her.
The doctor paused for a moment after the first 3 gulps, let her take a breath then began again.
How she wanted to heave, the flow of liquid was relentless, it was so pungent, her eyes began to water.
The doctor paused for her, and then began again.
She was barely a third of the way down the jug, just the thought made her feel sick, she couldn’t help it when she coughed, it just came, she wanted to regurgitate all over him, she wanted to scream, the machine was beginning its rounds and she couldn’t breathe.
She received no sympathy though.
The doctor took the jug and placed it onto the floor, taking his trousers down he proceeded to squat over it.
He began to empty his bowel into it. A long brown, thick stool curled up into the bottom of the jug sinking bellow the liquid. He dressed and bought the jug back over and began to stir it again, mixing up the foul concoction in front of her until it was a brown liquid with small chunks, small enough to pass through the funnel.
“You will not spill a drop” he repeated and he forced the funnel into her mouth and began to pour again.
Tracy was ill with disgust now, she couldn’t think, she didn’t want to drink but she didn’t want the others coming in and doing the same into the jug.
Closing her eyes and concentrating on the pain from the machine, that wonderful, fabulous pain that took over her mind as she took large gulps of what was being pouring into her.
She gulped and gulped and when the Doctor gave her a breather she clenched her hands tightly and prayed for the machine to begin again.
Her eyes streaming and her jaw aching, the foul mush was finally emptied from the jug and the doctor topped it off with some water from the sink. This at least she was grateful for , it cooled and refreshed her now putrid toilet of a mouth.
Placing the jug on the side he rubbed her tummy over and left the room.
The swelling in her tummy felt heavy and the smell from the ooze she had just consumed still lingered on her breath, she was left in the room, he had turned the lights out when he had gone and now she was alone.
When the last contraction had eased she noticed she could still feel something deep inside her, the blocker the nurse had called it. It was like a dull aching pain in her pee pipe that just loitered.
A few contractions later and Tracy felt the urge to pee, before she had just gone when she had needed, whether it was down her legs, on the floor or wherever depending on the posture at the time. The huge thing inside her stomach was heavy and was pressing on her bladder which felt so enormously full, she pushed down a little and tried to go.
“Maybe” she thought to herself “maybe I can dislodge the thing if I push hard enough” she pushed down harder, and the loitering ache became a sharp pain. The she remembered that foul liquid, she knew in her mind that if she managed it, whether it was possible or not the doctor would force her to do it again and this time maybe the nurse would use a bigger blocker. She really needed to go though, it had gotten so bad the need itself was starting to hurt and as the next contraction started she screamed out, it combined the two and made it so intense she pushed down with all her might to rid herself of it, it just jarred into her more, sending a searing sharp pain right up into her along with the contraction.
This time when the contraction ended her screaming did not, she made as much noise as she could, she needed them to hear her, and she needed for them to know she really had to relieve herself.
Alone she was left though, another contraction, then another, her screams became quiet and pathetic as she ran out of steam, the pain rolling over her like a huge ball of energy, wave after wave, she tried desperately to move and escape her tethering’s and as the last one began to die down, she let out another scream.
The door opened and he appeared again, the nurse in tow behind him.
She positioned herself between her legs while he came over and began pressing on her stomach making her yell out all the more. The pressure was immense, she felt like she wanted to burst.
Taking the probe from the side he pushed it into her tummy till the shape appeared on the screen.
They pushed and poked her.
“There is uneven distribution in the sections” the nurse replied “It has good shape otherwise”
“yes I see” the doctor replied and handing her the probe she found the picture again and he began to crush Tracy’s stomach in. crushing it and manipulating it, she shrieked out and began panting as the next contraction began. Her bladder fit for bursting and he was crushing her, forcing her stomach around like he was kneading bread.
“Good job” the nurse said as he finally stopped and stood back to look at the monitor.
The doctor went down between her legs now and took a large syringe with red fluid inside.
“I’ll add the hardener- watch for any distortion as it sets” he said as he tugged at the thing dangling from Tracy again.
“All good Sir” she told him as she push down harshly on Tracy’s stomach, much harder than the doctor had and gave Tracy an evil smile.
Admiring his work she packed the tools away and pulled the blocker from Tracy with a vicious yank, as the thing came out so did what felt like Tracy’s bladder.
She smiled a sigh of relief as the fluid drained from her. It felt like that release you get as your waters break.
The nurse bought a mop in and cleaned up the mess that lay about her, Tracy just layback and enjoyed for what seemed like an eternity in a moment sweet serenity.
The doctor pushed the winch like machine up to the foot of the bed and pulled the chain connecting it to the dangling thing that was hanging from Tracy’s vagina. He tugged tightly on it and wound the machine up. Pressing a few buttons on the device he watched and waited.
As Tracy’s next contraction began he pressed a button on the top of the device and left the room.
One of the earlier men came back into the room, the man who had washed her and tenderly played with her feet before turning rough on her. He took out a bowl and filled it with warm water then placed himself between her legs and began washing her down.
Beginning at her in between then worked his way down her leg and to her toes as before, gently cleaning them inside and out.
As the contraction peaked he pushed the fingers from his left hand inside her anus, while he unbuttoned and let his trousers drop to the floor with the other.
Moving around her he lowered the stirrup on the left and strapped her lower calf to the metal pole, letting her foot swing freely from the ankle.
Pushing his now hard cock onto her left foot he bent over her and began to rub himself over her foot, dragging his foreskin across the skin on her damp feet as he kissed and caressed her right foot. Sucking her toes he would slip his fingers into her anus as the contractions start but other than that Tracy could cope.
Then holding her left foot hard into himself he rubbed himself harder and more rhythmically as he began to bite her toes and skin on her feet. Digging his teeth in harshly making her squirm as his cock got harder and his thrusts became more purposeful.
He began biting her leg, his teeth cutting now into her skin. She squirmed and tried to move from him but it just served to excite him and the more excited he got, the deeper he began to bite into her and the harder he thrusted.
Then another contraction, this time was different, she felt something being torn from her, the need and desire to push down began to overpower her as the winch wound the chain in tighter. The chained was pulling at the thing inside her, yanking it slowly as it turned.
Tracy tried to push with it but as she did he thrust his fingers hard into her anus and bit her big toe as he pushed his cock onto her foot harder and harder.
She tensed up and the pain from both the contraction and the yanking from inside her banged around her body like a man beating a drum as hard as he could.
She focused and tried to push down again, she could feel inside her as she began to open.
Screaming out she felt the air rush over her dry tongue, his fingers penetrating her deep and his mouth teasing and tormenting the flesh n her toes.
The contraction subsided and she could feel that she had opened up slightly inside, it was a stretching, aching feeling that manifested in her pelvis.
As the next began the man continued with new enthusiasm, pounding inside her harder and harder, rubbing himself all over her foot as he gnawed on huge chunks of flesh on the side of her foot. The winch pulled down harder and Tracy pushed along with it, she could feel the hugeness of what was inside her making its way towards her entrance.
As the contraction subsided Tracy tried to calm her mind, but then man had other ideas.
He positioned himself against her and thrust his tongue into her anus, rubbing his foot so much more against her now and he was making loud excited noises as he kept his rhythm.
When the next one came she could feel it begin to open her up, she pushed down but the skin around her vaginal opening began to burn, she could feel it begin to stretch inside and now out, panting as much as she could she pushed harder and harder and she screamed as loud as she could as she felt herself open more and more and the skin burning all around her pussy now. The man began to focus his licking efforts around her cunt opening where the skin was being stretched beyond capacity and began to then bite the tip of her clit. Tracy tried as much as she could to focus but it was no use he had thrown her off completely the pain was too much, she felt like she was on fire and it was only getting worse.
As the contraction began to ebb her mind could focus on how wide she was now down there, she wished she could see, she wanted to touch it, to feel it, the pain was more of a hot feeling now and she could feel her skin begin to weaken around the edges. The object inside her must have been almost half way out by now.
The man reached below the bed and disappeared out of sight for a moment and Tracy heard some movement beneath her. He slid under her bed awkwardly and then she heard some shuffling.
The man was positioning himself at her anal opening, using his fingers to wider her down there he dipped his fingers into his mouth and wet her anal opening with his spit. She could feel him begin to push himself slowly into her. Stretching her further, there was no room for him inside her, she could feel how tight her anal opening had become and it must have been crushing him as he forced himself inside her, all the while she was screaming out, trying to plead him to stop.
Once he was deep inside her he began to slid in and out, quiet gently at first until the next contraction began.
The pain of the machine, the winch tearing her open and him inside her was too much, she called out as loud as she could, her focus had gone, the winch was simply tearing this thing from her, she could feel herself beginning to tear down there and he was pounding now as hard as he could inside her mercilessly.
She felt his hands on the side of her bed as he thrusted inside her has hard as he could, she focused as much as she could muster and pushed down, harder and harder, she wanted it out, she needed to get it out of her, all the while he was banging away, his moans louder and louder as they met the pitch of her screams.
Then she felt a hanging weight down there, the man removed himself, his fluid dripping from her ass as he wiped himself off and pulled his trousers back up. Slapping her torn thigh harshly, he pressed a button on the machine which seemed to stop the hanging feeling and leave her whole body feeling at rest and he left the room.
She felt so different, there alone, she had been through something she never thought she would have been able to achieve, she had done it out of choice. There had been so much happening in her head at each and every moment it was like her mind had been completely swamped with so many thoughts that not a single one had made sense to her.
She lay back, comfortable and relaxed. She knew she had done it, it was over. Everything she had ever fantasized about had been there, everything that had ever touched her mind during her own play sessions had touched her physically here this evening. She couldn’t believe she had done it, finally it wa s all over.
As she was lying there in her victory the door opened, she looked over, if she could have smiled she would have done as that door moved, they were finally going to let her leave.
Her smile would have quickly turned into something else though when the man in surgeons mask entered the room.
Taking her left foot and placing it back into the stirrup in its original position he stood back and smiled, like he was admiring his own work.
Chapter 5
Watching her laying there she could feel his eyes all over her. She knew she was in a horrific mess but at that moment, in that time, the only thought that echoed in her mind was wondering when they were going to release her.
Taking his cane in his hand he took position on her right side, propping her feet in the stirrups high enough so the soles of her feet where completely exposed for him, he waited.
It wasn’t long before the contraption began its cycle again, sending Tracy into a fit of hysterics. Now she had had enough. They said they would release her when it was over. She had done her part, she just wanted to go home now and lick her wounds.
The machine neither cared for her plea’s nor was it hampered by them. It relentlessly continued and she had no choice but to throw her head back and try to drown out the pain her own mind.
As her focus became stronger she was thrown out completely when the lash of the cane was felt across her already torn feet, her whole body shook with the impact.
The man came forward and pulled out the clamp from her mouth.
“I want to hear you scream” he told her as he positioned himself back near her feet.
Tracy was so scared, it should be over and she should be on her way home. She didn’t know the time but she knew she had done what she had come to do.
As she tried to shuffle her bottom down the bed a little to relieve the pain from her back and get a little closure for her poor torn vagina the machine kicked in again, she could feel a tugging again from deep inside her as she heard the winch make a turn.
“No, Please no, I’ve had enough, I’ve done it, please arhhh” she screamed as the second contraction worked its way around her body.
The lash was felt again on her feet.
“Fuck NOOooo” she cried out, the air rushing from her lungs and filling up just as quickly as she tried to brace herself for the peak.
The lash came crashing down again just as the contraption reached its peak and Tracy could feel herself opening up inside again.
She could feel something being pulled down from inside her, like before, like the birth, they wouldn’t??? they couldn’t?? she thought.
The thought that they could have made it so she would have to endure the birth more than once totally horrified her. It had almost felt like the last time might have killed her. She was so tired, her energy was depleting quickly and all she really wanted to do was sleep.
As the contraction subsided the man began to unstrap her.
Pulling her to her feet, Tracy could see the chain that lead from the winch and could follow it going up inside her and she could feel the tautness of it reducing as she moved forward and it slackened.
Pushing her over the end of the bed he tied her arms down around the base of the bed and secured her feet firmly to the legs of the bed so they were apart enough for what he had in mind, he left her so much room to move. She could almost turn her body half way around and her head was finally free.
He pushed the winch up to her and pressed a button on the top of it and she could immediately feel it taking up the slack and begin to pull down from inside her.
“Please let me go, get the doctor please, get the doctor” She begged she could bend her knees to a certain degree and when the next contraction began she was very grateful for the movement this allowed her.
She could crumple slightly in pain but the dreadful crushing of her lower lumbar region had stopped.
As the pain began to make its way across her body the man let loose on her upper thighs with his cane.
“NO,,Please” she cried, bending and twisting, trying to get out of the way of him.
Three lashes on each side he gave her as the contraction peaked, the machine was in full swing and the winch had tugged the thing inside her down her birthing canal, towards her opening.
He walked over to her and pulled down slightly on the chain, she could feel it at her opening, she could feel it crowning each time he tugged on it. He ran his fingers over the flesh he had just welted and slapped it on occasion, causing her to writhe and twist from her tethered position.
“Let me go, please,” she begged, tears rolling down her face.
He reached over and touched the tears as they fell, then he kissed her cheek and moved her hair from her eyes tucking it behind her ears.
Stroking her head softly he ran his other hand down her naked spine that was covered in sweat.
He let his hand fall lower down her lower back and between her legs, tugging on the chain again.
The next contraction began, the winch began to pull at her inside and the feeling, the need to push down again became overwhelming.
The man used his lash on her back now, the first made its mark dead centre.
“Say thank you” he said as sent it crashing over her buttocks this time.
Tracy just screamed, the pain of everything, the overwhelming sensations where crippling her thoughts. Her stomach was crushing her lungs as the contraption continued its torture and she could feel herself being torn open again down there. That burning feeling was beginning to come back, she tried with all her might to take a deep breath and push down as hard as she could, hoping that she could hurry this up and get it over and done with, but as she began to push he whipped her again.
“Say thank you” he said again.
Her stored breath was forced quickly from her lungs and her energy to push escaped her as she dropped as low as she could tried to turn away from his brutal attack.
As the contraction began to creep around her front to its peak she pleaded with him.
“please sir, please” she said as she tried to bury her head under her arms.
She looked down and she could see a small trickle of blood escaping from her poor torn vagina. The burning was so intense. She could feel that she had widened a little, not much, but she had definitely widened a little.
As the contraction died down he went behind her and pushed his fingers inside her anus and he began pushing them forward to increase the pressure on her cunt.
It hurt her so much, the agony was engulfing her every though. She moved and twisted freeing herself from him and forcing him out of her.
He laughed as he walked around to her other side.
Running his fingers over her back again he traced the outlines his cane had made on her body.
She cowered under his touch. His fingers where smooth, not rough as would be expected, but they were big, heavy fingers. He grasped her side, a good handful of reddened flesh and squeezed tightly.
She tried to pull away from him again but he held her fast and just laughed.
The machines began to kick in again and Tracy began to push down before it had peaked. She wanted to push the thing out of her, she wanted to wake up from this nightmare she had locked herself into.
He noticed what she was doing and this time when he lashed her with the cane he didn’t hold back and the cane dug deep, searing her flesh and making her bleed instantly like she had been covered in crepe paper.
“Say thank you” he demanded
“Thank you” Tracy screamed back at him, unable to do any more pushing and unable to think of anything other than the horrific pain her body was now undergoing.
He moved around the front of her and grasped her chin in his hand.
“look at me” he demanded, and she looked into his eyes as she took another deep breath in and this time pushed down with everything she had while she had the chance.
Her vagina was stretched to capacity again, it was burning all around now, her clitoris stung with the stretching it was enduring and she could feel whatever it was between her legs, pinning them wide open.
She tried to push them together slightly, to clamp it there, to take away some of the burning, if only for a moment.
There it was wedged half inside her and half outside and the winch as taught as possible against her flesh. She was bent back as far as she could go to relieve the pressure on her skin.
Between her legs she could feel drips of warm liquid where her skin was torn and blood was trickling down the inside of her thighs.
She closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath and brace for the next one.
“ Look at me” He said, as he yanked her head towards him pulling her up against the bed and forcing her body toward him, the winch now taught again and tearing at her.
She opened her eyes and stared into his as she began panting “Please sir, please it’s too much,, please” she said as he looked at her. Her breathing was now erratic; it was all she could do to get a lung full of air.
As the machines powered up again she grasped the sides of the bed and held her gaze steady as he clenched her chin tightly.
Taking a deep breath in she began to push down, she could feel the skin tearing and peeling back and the thing inside her making its way further and further out of her body.
She tried to push down, bearing hard with all of her might, keeping his eye in the focus of her eye the whole time. How she hated that smile, how she wished he could feel what she was going through right now, she wanted him to feel it, to know what it felt like, even if it was just for one second.
As her eyes where fixed and her attention was on her push she didn’t notice him raise his hand. As the contraction began to peak and the thing inside her was being torn from her he slapped her hard across the face, her head flung out of his grasp sideways and he laughed.
Catching her lip and bursting it open, her focus was halted and her push ceased. Her body shook forward and she screamed out in agony.
The thing was stuck now, half in and half out, she tried to push down, she even tried to pull forward in the hopes that it would pull out but it hurt her too much, it felt as though it was ripping her womb out with it as it came.
The man stood up and unzipped his pants, taking his cock in his right hand and grasping her chin again firmly with his left, he started to rub himself , playing energetically. He was already so hard, Tracy could see how much he was enjoying her misery.
She didn’t want to look him in the eyes, she didn’t want to see him at all. He held her fast as he played and she could feel the motions of his other arm as they passed through his body making him sway her head slightly with his other arm.
As the never-ending waves of the machines began again he moved in, pushing himself against her cheek as he played.
Her body twisted left and right, her cunt was being ripped open as the winch turned, intent on doing its damage. The contraction was peaking as the intrusion finally slipped out from inside her and as it did she was yelling for mercy.
The man exploded across her face and used his fingers to smear it over her cheeks and into her mouth as he squeezed her mouth open with his fingers. Her knees buckled and her weight fell onto her wrists. Something was there, swinging between her legs, she could feel the weight of it as it swung like a pendulum from side to side.
Zipping himself up the man left her there.
The door swung shut and Tracy was left in silence.
Slowly she began to rock, trying to comfort herself and take her mind from the moment’s just past. Closing her eyes she could remember the first time she had met the Doctor. How cold he had seemed while he had examined her and how completely devoid of any emotional response to her.
Had she made the wrong decision?
This was not what she had asked for, it had gone far beyond anything she had envisioned for her experience here.
Now she just wanted to go home. She wanted to bathe and soak her poor aching body, well whatever was left of her now mangled carcass.
As she began to quieten her mind her senses where alerted when she heard the hinges on the door begin to move again.
She turned to see a group of men, five members strong enter the room. Each was wearing a face mask and what appeared to be surgical gowns.
One of them approached her and unclipped the weight from between her legs as another unclipped her arms leaving her for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, totally free.
They stood back and another man approached her. He was tall and thick set with dark eyes, she knew she had seen him before, but the mask obscured the rest of his features.
“Stand” he ordered her.
Tracy did as she was bid. When she moved though, the flesh that was torn and bedraggled between her thighs caught on the plastic cover of the hospital bed, making it catch and instantly sting, sending shock waves through her, she cried out “fuck”
Placing her hands underneath her bottom, she lifted herself off the bed in order to get down without tearing any more, the blood left a streak mark on the bed where she had shifted and more was making its way down her legs as she stood.
When she had she got down and steadied herself on her feet she barely had time to raise her head to survey the men before the next contraction began. She bent herself over the side of the bed to relieve the pain and as she did, she could feel her knees give way and she ended up a crumpled mess on the floor, writhing in agony.
The men paid her no heed, the two who had unstrapped her began to wipe the bed down while the others busied themselves with whatever their current occupations where, Tracy was just left on the floor, often being stepped over by them in the course of their work.
As the contraction began to peak across her body she reached out and grabbed the ankle of one of the men.
She looked up at him, her eyes begging with him for help as she lay moaning in pain. He shrugged her off, and then brutally kicked her shoulder, looking at her in complete and total disgust, a piece of meat not worthy of him.
Shunned and rejected Tracy curled up into a ball whimpering, panting out the last few breaths of the now fading contraction.
Closing her eyes again she could hear the heavy footsteps of the men as they continued to busy themselves around her, Metal and ceramic clanging as they moved things around and made their preparations for whatever they had planned.
With a few hand movements, the one who seemed to Tracy to be the leader instructed the others to raise her off the ground.
Grabbing her roughly by the arms, two of them hoisted her up onto her feet. Her head hung loosely, her wet straggly hair clung to the side of her face like damp rats tails.
She felt one of them grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back. As he did this he pushed her forward to the edge of the bed and bent her over. One of them approached her face, he grasped her jaw and forced a wedge in there again, pinning it wide open. Pushing it deep with his fingers she could feel him stretching her jaw to capacity.
Tracy jumped as she felt something pushing against her anal opening looking for entry. The man clasping her jaw pushed his other hand inside her mouth, stretching his fingers out he began to push them down her throat.
Her focus was no longer on what was happening behind her although she could feel something penetrate her.
Her eyes began to water as the fingers went deeper. The further in they went, the wider the fist that they belonged to was distending her Jaw. she couldn’t breathe and when the fingers where pushed further it made her choke and her natural gagging reflex took over, she started to struggle, pushing her hands against the side of the bed to get leverage to heave herself away from his grasp.
Two of the other men came and grabbed for her wrists, she didn’t want that again she tried to pull away and the man behind her fell onto the ground as she forced herself backwards further. Too far in fact for as he fell she fell over him. The men came and grabbed at her pulling her to her feet. The wedge was still firmly locking her mouth open and she tried to scream and really pull herself free.
Letting her weight drop to the floor she freed herself from them again and she clumsily lurched across the floor towards the door. The two men made their way ominously toward her, slowly, calculated and methodically as she kept checking over her shoulder to see what distance from them she had gained.
As she tried to scramble to her feet the next contraction began. She desperately tried to feel for a way to rid herself of the corset as she made her way towards the door. Grabbing the base of it she lifted it slightly from her back giving her immediate relief in her back as she lurched towards the entrance.
She grasped the door handle and pulled it towards her with one hand while she tried to remove the machine with the other but they had caught up with her. After a struggle using all her limbs and most of her strength they managed to grab an arm each and started dragging her back.
The intensity of the machine slammed into her when she had to let go of the corset, the pads dropped back into place making the pain grow rapidly. She didn’t want to go back, she wanted to go home now and she had really had enough. Sod this place.
She kicked, screamed and protested as much as she could, even during the pain as they dragged her right back to the bed. The other men helped as they clasped chains around her ankles and splayed her legs apart, fixing them open to the supports on either end putting a quick end to her kicking out.
She clawed and fought the men holding her arms now, shaking her head violently in protest but they took no heed of her and using other chains clasped her wrists wide apart against the supports on the other side and pull the chains as tight as they could.
‘Fixed’ now as she was and the contraction peaking, the man from before grasped her jaw and rammed his fingers back down her throat.
It wasn’t until the contraction was over and she was gagging again that she noticed something being pushed into her anus from behind again.
It was warm and rhythmic and she knew he was pushing himself inside her. She tried to squeeze her bum cheeks together as tight as she could in the hopes of squashing him and forcing him to pull out of her. He just grabbed her sides and began to moan in pleasure.
The fingers entered again, right down her throat. He pushed them so far this time she instantly gagged and vomited a little. It was just bile, it tasted foul and burnt her mouth and throat as it came up but this didn’t seem to bother him, instead it seemed to excite him.
He removed his trousers and climbed onto the edge of the bed in front of her. He began rubbing his cock all over her face as he continued to push his fingers inside her mouth.
She knew she couldn’t deter the man entering her from behind and she stopped squeezing and began to focus on trying to stealthily move the wedge from her jaw with her tongue.
The one behind her pulled out of her. The relief was instant for Tracy, then a sharp stinging slap right between her legs on her poor torn, swollen cunt ignited her senses and she hollered out, muffled screams though they were.
“You will” said the man behind her as he then slapped her again
“Squeeze nicely” he continued as he slapped her again
“As I do “and again another blow burnt through her flesh
“What I please” and another slap, hard and fast, ripping into her
“With you” he finished with an additional whack. Tracy had heard him, as much as she wanted to get away from him, she couldn’t stand another slap down there.
When he had finished his assault on her he rammed his cock into her and continued. Tracy squeezed him as he pleasured himself with her.
The man on the table had the forethought to check the placing of the wedge and make sure it was secure before he pushed into her mouth. Holding it there and pressing her down onto him all the way for a while before letting her come up for air. She only managed to take in a breath though before he pushed himself into her mouth again. This time he just started to fuck her mouth.
At first she gagged and chocked, she couldn’t fix with his rhythm and he had her held fast, but he didn’t stop. Even as she puked over his cock and the bile began to trickle back down her throat causing her to vomit more. He just rammed her face down hard onto him, over and over.
She desperately tried to keep a focus on her behind though, she needed to keep squeezing. She definitely did not want to endure his wrath again.
She felt him pull out, and as he did he shot his load right onto her cunt sending her into a manic screaming fit as the salty substance stung and burned her torn flesh.
The man in front of her pulled out and slapped her face hard, snapping her back into his field of focus. Ramming his shaft back down her throat she heard him grumbling to the guy who had just finished with her,
“No depth of view this one” she heard him say.
The other guy was laughing as he walked away.
As continued his assault another man then took the place of the one before and pushed himself inside her. The contraption began again and the pain started to lurch upwards as the men pleasured themselves with her.
She couldn’t move, although she tried. She went onto tiptoes as it seemed to release a little of the pressure and make the pain just slightly more tolerable, but the men inside her didn’t alter their chosen activities and she was used like a piece of meat while her body twisted up in agony.
As the pain began to peak so did her pathetic attempts at screaming, smothered by the cock lodged in her throat and enhanced by the one penetrating her from behind she buckled. Her weight fell onto her bleeding wrists and this seemed to encourage them. The one in her mouth reached his peak as she did and as the pain began to simmer down she was left choking on his explosion.
When he got down from the bed he proceeded to unchain her wrists. The man from behind reached down and untethered her legs , she knew it was fruitless to try and escape but she had to try. She let herself fall onto the floor and used her hands to drag herself along the tiling towards the exit.
The men just hoisted her up and tossed her into the corner.
Using the couplings in the wall they out stretched her arms above her head where she sat. One of them pushed his fingers inside her mouth again, ramming them in hard to make her sick before pulling the wedge out and so letting her aching jaw relax.
They put a leather strap across her head and fixed the rear of it securely to the wall so she could not move her head, tilting it upwards slightly before they each took it in turns to empty their bladders over her face and body.
As their piss ran down over her flesh, it stung each and every welt and cut that had been inflicted on her, making her squirm as the burning sensation began to engulf her.
The tallest of the men then parted her legs, pushing his hand up inside her he began to fumble about but Tracy could not see what he was doing, only feel the tugging and stretching of what was left of her sex.
Using the walls from the corner they chained her legs apart and fixed them securely against the skirting so she had no real movement in her lower limbs.
As they left the room it all fell quiet. When the last man left he turned off the light and Tracy was alone in the darkness.
It wasn’t long before the next contraction kicked in and with it a familiar tugging from deep inside her.
“let me out, please let me go now” she sobbed as the pain rushed over her waves.
There was no answer.
“I can’t do this anymore, please” she screamed, as the pain began to die down and her focus began to return.
And still no answer, nothing actually. It was dark, dank and silent and with her being wet from the piss which she could smell and almost taste all over her, she began to feel the cold.
At first it was just the icy cold tiles she was sat on, that moved then to the stony wall she was pressed up against and as the pain disappeared the air that surrounded her seemed just as icy.
Closing her eyes she breathed in the cool air and just sank into herself, her body taking in every outside impression and her mind just letting go.
As the next contraction began she kept her eyes closed and let the waves engulf her. Then she felt it, that thing tugging at her insides, she knew the winch had been placed there as she felt the alien thing inside her begin to make its way down. She could feel it between her hips, the contraction tensing her body made her focus on its position and as the pain inside peeked she took a deep breath inward then pushed down, totally focused on the object inside and the path it now must take to leave her.
She could feel it move slightly downward, her mind could almost visualize its slow progression as she let the air escape her.
When the pain began to fade she took deep controlled breaths and let her mind slip away.
Inevitably the next one began and the winch started making its movement but Tracy sat there totally composed. Her breathing didn’t alter as she focused on the pathway and visualized the object moving slowly downwards. When the pain began to peak she could feel the object crowning between her legs. The pressure on her back in this awkward position made it difficult for her to bear down as she would have wished and the object was partially obscured from an easy route due to her positioning but she neither cared nor minded.
She shuffled her bum downwards as much as possible to allow the object a little more room before closing her eyes and waiting for the next wave motion to carry her.
The cold of her surroundings no longer affected her mental state, it didn’t matter and she didn’t even acknowledge it. The darkness was becoming more soothing than menacing and as she cooled her mind down again in anticipation for the next wave she could feel the muscles in her body truly begin to relax.
As the wave started again she took control of her focus and felt every movement as the object began to make its exit from her. She was stretching wide, much wider than she felt she had stretched before and she could feel it burning as it began to tear its way out of her.
She focused on the pathway, letting the thoughts of its imminent departure fill her mind as the machine continued on its incessant track.
The blood that trickled from her warmed the flesh under her thighs and she sat still as her senses took it all in. the pain dissipating again she could now tell that the object was half way out and a sadness began to fill her.
The next one will be the final one. She knew it.
When the door opened her ordeal had come to a close.
She was ambiguous about her experience there and as the doctor helped her to the bed to examine her and stitch her she began to sob.
He never asked her why and she didn’t offer an explanation, she couldn’t if she had wanted to.
The nurse bought her a cup of tea and helped her to shower and dress, w hen the doctor had worked his magic and tended her wounds and cuts.
She was given a mild painkiller and led to a private room where the bed was made and the window let in the first shards of light from the new day.
As the nurse left she turned to Tracy
“I’m sure the doctor will be in touch” she said as she gently closed the door behind her.
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