Why You Shouldn't Go Home With Strangers

Why you shouldn't go home with strangers

This story contains non-consensual BDSM and extreme pain. If this offends  you,
do not read it.



There she kneels, on one of my toys. The toy is basically just two 2x4s set  up
three feet apart from one another, with two additional iron bars joining them
together in the  middle. The two bars can be moved separately or jointly along
the entire height of the toy, which  is five feet tall.  The boards are
connected at the base by a 5'x5' particle board. Along each  vertical bar, there
is a roller, capable of going along the length of the bar up to where the bottom
iron bar  is set.

She's a brunette, maybe 5'3". She has may favorite size breast, which is a  full
C cup. Besides her breasts, she's very petite. She might be 17 years old, but I
didn't  bother asking her and don't currently care. She is very firm. She
probably plays a sport. She has large  hazel eyes that are probably red from
crying. Her lovely breasts are currently being squished  between the two iron
bars, they're each a dark red, and they seem to be getting darker every moment. 
Her legs are strapped to each roller at the knee, keeping them separated and her
kneeling. I have a  glorious view of her shaved pussy. Her arms are tied tightly
behind her. They might lose  circulation, but that's only one more problem
that's hers alone. Maybe I lack compassion.

I met her at a club with a mark on her hand signifying she's too young to 
drink. I'd bet she's too young to have been there at all, but looks may fool. We
danced, I wasted  money buying her drinks, and we got to talking about sex. I
mentioned that I'm a bit kinky,  and she said she was, too.

We talked for a bit more, but the conversation always ended up back on kinky 
sex every few minutes. In that time, I learned she had never been tied up,
fucked in the  ass, spanked, skull fucked, or anything. I'm not sure what she
thinks kinky is, but she showed no signs  of having had any kinky sex. She had
been slapped once while giving a blow job, but that's not  nearly as kinky as I
like it.

When I first started tying her arms behind her she seemed uncertain if she 
should allow me to do such a thing on the night we met, but she didn't try to
stop me. She was  still in her underwear and I had her blindfolded. Maybe it
provided her some comfort. When I brought  her into my barren, windowless room,
she seemed more nervous. The environment is different in  this room to every
sense. The floor is wooden, the air is colder and odorless, and fewer sounds 
can be heard due to the soundproofing. She got stiff, but continued walking when
I lightly pushed  her into the room. I told her the light was out, even though I
simply hadn't turned it on. The light  from the hallway hid the toy slightly in
the shadows. You could see a five foot tall thing, but it would  be difficult to
make out what it was for. Hell, I doubt this bitch would know if I did let her
see it  fully lit. It didn't matter, she was blindfolded. I shut the door. I
guess I just feel more at home in the  dark. I knelt her down in front of the
toy and strapped her knees to the rollers. She began shaking at  this point. I'm
not sure if she was scared or cold, but I didn't hesitate to place the ring gag
in her  mouth.

I cut off her underwear and bra. Those tits were perky and marvelous. She  asked
me a question. I could barely make out "What are we doing? Are you gonna fuck me 
now?". It was obvious she had never been so helpless. She was frightened, I knew
that  then. She thought we were just going to have some kinky sex. I said I'd
teach her a couple things that  she might enjoy. Who knows, she might. I
explained to her that I never fuck without some  foreplay. That's when I moved
down the bottom bar. It squeaked a little, and she asked what she was tied  to.
I told her to shut up.

Normally that doesn't work with women, but she did it! I got it in about the 
position I needed it, then lowered the top bar to about seven inches above that
one.

I placed my hand on her back and slowly pressed her up to the bars. I had to 
make an adjustment to the bottom bar, but then it was set. I held her there
firmly  enough to keep her there, but not so hard that she might freak out and
try to escape. Of course she  couldn't in her position, but when they try to it
just gets more difficult. I lowered the top bar down,  and it began clamping
down on her breasts. I told her not to move a muscle. That's when I quickly 
tightened the top bar, then tightened the bottom, too. She began to squirm a
bit, but one quick  adjustment to the top bar smashed her tits such that she was
incapable of pulling them out.

I suspect the alcohol was to blame for her hesitant reaction. I wish I had  the
camera set up to capture it. The first thing she did was wince a bit. Within the
next five  seconds the wince grow into a face of pure dissatisfaction, and she
let out a sudden squeal. The squeal  wasn't long, but the grimace remained. She
moved her head as though to draw in a large breath, but  stopped before
completing it.

She didn't breath for moments on end, and I was scared she was passing out. 
Then, suddenly. she continued breathing normally, though the grimace remained
still. She  whispered something to me. I told her to repeat it, and she did. I
could even make it out this time. In  between breaths she sighed out,
apprehensively "please loosen them. It hurts too much. I'll leave now  if you
don't loosen them.".

I waited a moment to reply. I leaned closer and whispered into her ear "You 
wanted kinky sex. I'm going to give you kinky sex. It's going to be so kinky
that you might need  to be taken to the emergency room to recover". She seemed
puzzled by my reply, so I decided to  tighten the bars some more. She began to
wail, but I continued tightening them. After I finished  setting the bars to
smash her boobs, she cried for about fifteen minutes and tried to wiggle out,
but  each of her movements made it hurt worse. She stopped crying and just
sobbed, realizing her  breasts wouldn't move.

That brings us to now. I wonder what I should do to her. I decide to torment 
her breasts some more, since I've already worked them a little. I get out my
needle kit.  Right then, she asks me a question. She's asking if I'm going to
fuck her now. Good idea. I set my  needles on a chair, so that I can reach them
while I fuck her helpless mouth. I place the head of my dick  in her mouth, and
tell her to suck me off. She begins slowly, but I don't like it slow, so I shove 
her head down harder and bark out that she'd better do it right. That's why I
love ring gags. Even if  she didn't want to, she can't say no and can't try
anything funny with her teeth. She begins to go  to work, and it does seem she's
had some experience at this. She goes so quickly that she's slightly  pulling on
her tits. It's obvious it hurts her, but it looks like she wants me to cum, so
that I'll  release her. Foolish girl.

I tell her I have an idea, pull out, and look through the box by the chair.  I
watch her wince some more as she deals with the newer pain she's caused. She
hasn't caused  enough at all. I find what I'm looking for. The box is large
enough to keep some of my good toys  in. I pull out a neck brace leading to a
halo on the top and a bar on the back leading down. I  strap the brace into
place, pull the halo down over her forehead and strap on the collar that trails 
down the front of her chest.

Her head and neck are completely immobilized. I see some tears falling from  her
eyes, but she says nothing. I place the head of my dick into her mouth and tell
her to  continue, and not to slack this time. She starts to cry some more, but
works my dick as best she can without  causing her breasts too much pain.

Her mouth is only really traversing about two inches of my cock on her best 
strokes, which is much worse than the deep throating I was getting, so I need to
entice her  to work harder. I open the box of needles with my right hand, and
gingerly feel for one of the six  inch long ones. Upon finding one, I place it
at the top of her right breast, touching the iron  bars. She seems suddenly to
waver in the blow job. I jab the needle through her breast, snugly against  the
bars. She screams on my dick. It feels wonderful..Her scream dies down and she's
crying very  hard. She seems to have forgotten about my dick, lodged a few
inches in her mouth. I feel for  another needle of that size, and jab it through
her other breast in the same manner. She screams and cries,  ignoring my cock
some more. I tell her that if I don't get a blow job as good as the one she had 
been giving me, I may just have to cut her tits off. That does the trick. She
begins to pull back hard  on each backstroke, causing tremendous pain, it looks.
She's no longer focused on pleasing me with her  tongue, as it's confused and
somewhere between a permanent scream and crying. I get close to coming,  but
want to wait a bit, so I pull out. She cries profusely and whines about
something that I  couldn't make out even if she didn't have the gag and I cared.

I place the box behind her and turn on the light. I also remove the  blindfold
and see that her eyes are almost entirely red where they should be white. Her
face and the  surrounding area is soaked in tears and spit. She asks me some
questions, her eyes fixed on the needles  protruding from her purple tits. She's
crying too hard for me to understand, though. I point to  the cardboard box with
the needles and tell her to calm down when she asks me questions or I'll find 
places for all the rest of them. She takes some moments to calm down, though the
tears don't entirely  stop and once in a while she breaths heavily. She isn't
asking me any more questions, so I ask  her one, "Are you enjoying this rough
sex?".

She moves slightly from side to side and carefully voices out a "no". She  lets
some extra tears fall, I'm not sure if it's more tit pain or pondering her
situation  due to my question. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I enjoy it."

"Are you gonna cum soon?"

"Sure.", I turn the light back off, and replace the blindfold. She sighs in 
between sobs. I go to the box behind her and look through it with the flashlight
I keep near the  top. I find what I'm looking for and head back to the front of
her. I tell her, "Don't say a  single word and control your crying, or I'll have
to make it hurt more than what is necessary for me to  cum. If I don't cum,
you'll need stitches to recover from this."

She started crying some more, but she stifled it quickly. I opened both  clips
and placed them on each of her nipples, letting go. She let out a squeal and
some tears  flowed down her cheeks, but she controlled herself. This one has a
stronger will than most. I tighten  the clips with the screws in them until I'm
certain they're snug. I chain the clips together, and pull  them closer together
before leaving the small chain in place. I go over to the wall and place another 
small chain with springs evenly placed between every tenth link within a loop in
the wall. I bring it  over to the girl. I have to use no insignificant portion
of my strength to get it to stretch this far. I  link it to the chain between
the clips, and let go slowly. After I let go, I look at the girl's face.  She's
straining, but crying very softly for as much pain as she's in. She wants to
leave very badly indeed.  She still seems to think I'm going to let her go after
I cum.

Before taking my position in front of her I pick up a couple of the smaller 
needles. I place my dick in her mouth and say, "You know what to do, cunt.". She
gets to  work, but not as well as she was the last time. Just as I had hoped. I
jab a needle into each tit and  yell, "No more warnings!", then I jab another
couple needles into her tits. She pauses for a moment,  takes a deep breath,
makes a funny pseudo scream noise, and begins to move in a frenzy. This time her 
tongue is moving just as fervently as though she were insane. It has no
direction, though. She's  moving her tongue to try to increase my pleasure, but
she simply can't concentrate on it. It feels good  regardless it's lack of
direction. She's not moving her head as much as she was, though. She's just 
jerking around a bit.

"You can do better than that, you piece of shit!", I yell, jabbing another 
couple needles in her tits. She does the pause, breath, screech thing again, and
begins  pulling back further. Not far enough. I jab another two pairs of needles
into her tits, and she does her  pause, breath, screech for each pair. After the
last one, though, she pauses a moment longer, and  begins crying harder than
I've ever seen a girl cry. This is harder than I've ever pushed a girl, but this 
is nearly a torrent of tears. The funny part about it is that she's completely
stopped. She must know  what's coming.

I say to her softly "You know I cannot forgive this break of yours.",  pulling
my dick out of her mouth as she simply cries. I grab as many needles as I can
hold  proficiently and get back in place, without placing my dick back in her
mouth. "I'm going to continue  stabbing your tits with these until I cum. If I
need to pull out and get more needles more than two  more times, I'm going to
cut your tits off.".

She cringes through her tears and wails at that, and goes to work the  instant
my dick gets in her mouth. She's still not as good as she used to be. I stab a
pair of  needles into her tits, and she does her patented pause, breath,
screech. Another pair before she gets to work,  and the same pause. She goes
back at it, and I say "You know, all these pauses of yours is only  serving to
slow my cumming", another pair of needles, and another pause, but she left out
the  breath and went straight to the screech. I place in another three pairs of
needles , the second and  third immediately after she screeches. That was a long
pause. I have only two more pairs of needles to  go. She begins again, but then
I jab her with the second to last pair, then the other when she tries  to go to
work again.

"Uh oh, I'm out of needles.", and I pull my dick out of her mouth and move  over
to the box of needles. I glance over and see that she's sobbing uncontrollably.
I muse  to myself that the sound she's making must be similar to a banshee's
wail. "You know I told you to  control your crying. I was going to leave the
underside of your slut-bags alone. For this  transgression, I'm going to place
my entire second handful of needles into the underside of them without my  cock
in your sluty mouth. I can't tell if she has a reaction to that through her
wailing. I  place the whole handful in, one needle pair at a time. Still, no
reaction past her horrible sobs. I notice  no tears are coming from behind the
blindfold. I get another couple handfuls and get in position. "Are you ready,
bitch?", I ask as I slide my dick into her mouth. She begins  working before I
even realize it's in. I almost shout 'wow!'. She's even better than the  best
she's done, yet. I look at her tits, and see that she's stretching the skin
that's not stuck between  the bars almost a whole inch.

This is amazing. I almost forget to keep stabbing her tits, and I'm about to 
cum! Damn, stabbing the underside of her tits simply turned me on more! I stab
her tits a couple  times, hoping her pause will slow me down, and I could
torment her more with my threat. I'd never cut  those wonderful tits off, but
it's a great threat to use. She pauses for the first couple stabs, but  does no
more than squeal and continue stretching out her tits for every other pair of
needles. I'm  CUMMMMIIINNNGGG!!!! I play with the last pair of needles I stabbed
her tits with as I cum. I let  go of them, and realize there are only three
pairs left in my hands. She's wailing again, but it's muffled  by my cock. "You
swallow that, bitch!". She pulls back, stretching her tits out again, so  that
it can go down her throat, instead of out of her mouth. I stab the last three
pairs of needles into her  tits, and she nearly chokes.

She rests and wails against the bars.

I remove the needles from her tits and her from the toy. She has no energy  with
which to fight me. I hog-tie her and take her into the adjacent room, which is
also  sound proofed, but has a bed. I rub alcohol over her bloodied tits then a
lotion, explaining to her  that sessions like that are no fun with floppy tits.
I tell her that I'm a doctor and have created a skin  rejuvenating creme. After
tonight, her tits won't be as perky as they were, but they will regain most  of
it. The change will be unnoticeable, maybe even to herself. I untie her and
place her wrists and  ankles in the cuffs built into the bed."I'll see you in
the morning.", I say as I turn off the light, close  her door, and go to bed in
my own room, upstairs.



Copyright CroBob Callidus

Why you shouldn't go home with strangers II

This story contains non-consensual BDSM and extreme pain. If this offends 
you, do not read it.



	The first thing I did the next morning was take a shower, just like every 
morning. I had some breakfast, then went through the girl's things. All she 
had with her was clothes and a purse. The purse was very small. I looked 
through it. She had a cell phone, condoms and a wallet, and some receipts 
from various clothing stores. Looking through her wallet, I discovered two 
things. The first is that she's broke, and the second is that her name is 
'Sandra Dimas Howler'. I find both facts humorous. She does howl, after all.
Nothing in there is important, so I take her phone and leave the rest on my 
table. I walk into the room and shut the door, turning to find her asleep. 
She's still spread eagle, but she doesn't have much a choice in the matter 
with those cuffs keeping her that way. Checking the bed pan, I see she's 
released her waste some time in the night. I remove it, which wakens her. 
Immediately, she begins screaming her lungs out, telling me to release her. 
I dispose of her waste in the conjoined bathroom. When I enter back into the 
room, she get's louder. I replace the bed pan, and land a strong back-hand 
across her face. The left side of her face becomes immediately red, and is 
darkening. She quits down.
"Good morning, how are you?", I ask. She replies with more screaming, so I 
backhand her again. "I asked you a question. Answer it. You're in no 
position to make demands and your wailing will earn you nothing more than 
pain."
She hesitates, but replies, "Bad. My breasts are very sore and I'm dirty. 
Oh, and I was raped last night."
"That's the will I saw in you last night. Good answer. Your breasts will be 
sore after last night, duh. You're dirty because you pissed yourself. Don't 
worry, I'll take care of that soon enough. Your rape was your first taste of 
actual kink. Did you lie to me about your interest in kink? Did you not 
enjoy last night?". She didn't immediately answer. She was probably trying 
to think of what I wanted to hear. "Don't lie. Your punishments will be more 
severe if I discover you ever lie, or if you ever disobey me. Tell me the 
truth, even if you think I won't want to hear it."
She seemed very embarrassed, but answered me, "I enjoyed being tied up, and 
tied to that contraption. I even kind of enjoyed when you put my breasts in 
it. I didn't mind the pain too much, but then it felt like you were trying 
to squish my breasts off. I didn't enjoy anything after that point. I'm 
honestly interested in kinky sex, but not rape or extreme pain."
"Good, I like honesty. I'll reward your honesty by sedating you before I 
operate". That statement was followed by a long series of questions from 
her, but I was ignoring her and preparing the sedative. When I reappear with 
a syringe full of a clear liquid, she begins thrashing about, attempting to 
escape, no doubt. I simply inject it into her wrist, which is still bound 
and easy to get to. "Give me some of that wonderful head, or I'll add a 
surgery to the list, and remove your tits while you're out." I shoved my 
dick towards her face, and told her she better make me cum. She's really 
good at giving head, and she manages to get me off before she goes under.

When she wakes up, she's in the same bed, cleaner, and completely aware. I 
injected her with a counter agent to the sedative I used so that she would 
be able to comprehend what I tell her in it's entirety. She simply looked at 
me, waiting for an explanation. Not quite what I expected, but it's 
certainly easier this way.
"Don't say a word until I tell you it's alright, and it's very important you 
follow this order. You'll discover why either when you speak, or after I've 
told you. The wiser move is the latter." She remains quiet. "I'm not certain 
how knowledgeable you are, so I'll keep it in laymen's terms."
She fidgeted, but seemed to be heeding my advice about not speaking, so I 
continued, "The first surgery I performed on you was to remove most of your 
uterus, so that you will never again have a cycle, nor will you be able to 
become pregnant..."
She immediately cut me off, looking as though to chastize me for ruining her 
future. However, in the midst of her words, I pressed a button on the small 
device in my hand. Her words were cut off. She went rigid, paused for a 
moment looking surprised and horrified, staring down at her clitoris. She 
breathed very deeply, and let out a loud scream. After a total of ten 
seconds she stopped, but continued to stare at her clitoris. She looked at 
and began to yell at me, but then I pressed the button, and the same thing 
happened. After this ten seconds, she looked back at me, but said nothing.
"Are you finished?" I asked her. She continued looking at me, saying 
nothing. "Good. I suppose I'll tell you about that surgery, as you disobeyed 
me and spoke out of turn, bringing it to the forefront of your attention as 
well as mine. I've implanted a small device into your clitoris. It's not big 
enough for you to feel it while it's inactive, and it's activated from only 
this key chain." I showed her the device in my hand, which looked exactly 
like a remote car starter. "When I press this button, the device in your 
clit shocks you severely. In fact, the only reason the shock isn't lethal is 
because it doesn't last long enough. It lasts exactly long enough that it 
doesn't permanently damage anything, yet the pain... well, you should know."
I sit back in my chair and relax a bit. "That's only how you count the 
number of time you disobey me, though. The true nature of this device is, in 
fact, a lethal one. The device has a counter onboard it, and when it shocks 
you a certain number of times it releases an undetectable neural toxin. In 
addition to causing some pain, the toxin will kill you. In addition, when it 
releases that toxin, it will explode. This may destroy your clitoris but the 
device itself will deteriorate into it's constituent elements, which are 
elements normally found in burn wounds. The wound it leaves may be an 
oddity, something the coroner will find fascinating. However, there will be 
no evidence the device was ever there. It has a number of charges somewhere 
between one and one hundred. You've already determined it has at least 
three. I wouldn't recommend disobeying me ever again, because you may learn, 
for a few excruciating seconds, how many it did have."
Her face was beautiful. It displayed an assortment of fear, lingering pain 
from the shocks she experienced, disbelief, and depression. Most 
importantly, I could see that she understood her position.
"Now, on to the other surgeries. I removed some of the width of your vagina. 
It will be tighter, and more pleasing to me. I also aggravated your 
asphincter and rectum to induce muscle growth and increased sensitivity." 
With this, I reached between her legs and touched her asshole. She yelped 
and jumped, looking at me, shocked. I smiled, "Do you see how my mere touch 
felt somewhat painful? Of course, bowel movements will be even less 
pleasant, but that's not the reason I did that. You said you'd never been 
fucked in the ass. When I do decide to take your ass, I want it to be very 
painful for you. That's why it's fun, after all. Well, that, and it's 
tighter than your vagina. Sure, I tightened your vagina, but I tightened 
your ass, too. Your future is very appealing, no? Also, you'll find the only 
place on your body that grows hair any more is your head."
She didn't say a word. "I give you permission to speak, now, but only in a 
civil tone. If I feel you're not taking to your role as my slave, I won't 
hesitate to use my button. Oh, one more thing before I listen to you; That 
device is very stable. I could bludgeon your cunt with a 2x4 for days before 
it would take any damage. Speaking of damaging your vagina, guess what 
today's activity will be. That's an order."
Of course she wouldn't immediately answer me. Her shock is understandable. 
After about a minute of silence, though, I showed her the button. That got 
her talking.
"Are you going to bludgeon my vagina with a 2x4?", she asked fearfully.
I laughed, "No, but I may chose to some day. I've never done that before. 
I'm going to unstrap you. Remember to do everything I tell you, and don't 
try to escape. It may be the last thing you ever do."
I unstrapped her, and she was as calm as she could be until I unstrapped her 
legs. She jumped up and grabbed at my hands. Of course I expected she might 
try something like that, so I pressed the button. She froze in place, took a 
deep breath, and grabbed her mound while screaming and falling to the floor. 
She writhed on the floor, then stopped after ten seconds. She sat on the 
floor, legs apart and bent at the knee, staring at her clitoris. She prodded 
it a few times, but didn't seem to satisfy her at all. I could see she was 
crying.
"Well, It has at least one charge left before it kills you. Do you want to 
continue discovering how many charges it has, or will you obey me?
"I'll obey you."
"Good, follow me." I took her to the room we were in the other night. It's 
been three days for me, but she was asleep for a night and then about 48 
hours. I tied her arms behind her back and strapped her knees onto the 
rollers again. She was crying the whole time, but she'll eventually learn to 
accept my authority better than even willing slaves.
"Lean forward so that your tits are between the bars like the other night." 
She did it slowly, but she did it without complaining, unless crying counts. 
I tightened the bars as tight as they were the other night.
Then she looked pitifully up at me and spoke, "Are you going to stab my 
breasts like you did?"
"Maybe. I haven't really decided, yet."
"Why did you do this to me?"
"Because you're a beautiful young woman who I want ownership of. I also love 
inflicting pain onto women. Beautiful young women are even more beautiful 
when they're in pain."
"You said you wouldn't hurt me as much if I'm honest and do what you say. 
Are you going to hurt me as badly as last time?"
"Maybe. I'll hurt you because I enjoy it. That may be a lot. However, I will 
hurt you even more if you lie or disobey me. In fact, I'll probably use my 
button in addition to that additional pain."
She continued crying and looked at her now purple tits. I adjusted the toy 
such that the bars would both move in unison along with her moving, and the 
rollers would, too. She hadn't yet moved to discover that, though. She 
wasn't in a position that makes moving easy. In fact, any moving would 
probably hurt. As she was, her knees where three feet apart, displaying her 
cunt lewdly.
"Stand up. No, wait." I almost forgot about the spring chain on her nipples. 
I set up the chain with the springs along it on the wall, then clipped her 
nipples and connected the chains, as I did the other night. Her tits were 
being stretched from the nipples and trapped in the bars.  It was wonderful 
looking. "Now stand. It will be difficult with your weight on both your 
knees, so you may have to pull on your tits a bit. It'll hurt, but that's 
the point. I want you standing in one minute. Don't fail me. She did exactly 
as I suggested, and it appeared it did hurt her. Particularly since the 
higher she stood the harder the chain was pulling on her nipples. She got up 
within thirty seconds, though it caused her to cry harder.
After she got up, I locked the bars in place, as well as the roller on her 
left knee. I lifted up her right leg, though. It forced most of her weight 
onto her tits, but then I locked that roller into position as high as it 
could go, under the bottom bar. She put her weight back onto that leg. Her 
cunt was now displayed much more lewdly. There was no part you couldn't see. 
Her legs were spread almost as far apart as I imagined they could be.
"Wiggle your ass.", I commanded. She did. She didn't do it well, but I 
wasn't trying to get her to turn me on. I was already erect, as she could 
see (why bother putting clothes on through all this?). Her ass was too 
easily wiggled. I want her to not be able to move her cunt at all. I tied 
her feet to the toy, which limited her movement slightly more, but that 
wasn't enough. I got an idea. "Yes, I suppose I will stab your tits, but not 
in quite the same way as last time.
She kept crying, but said nothing. I walked to the other side of her and  
looked through my box, finding a two foot long skewer. It was quite thick, 
too. It would do the job nicely. I also found two that were only six inches 
long. I sanitized them. Walking back around her, I set the larger skewer on 
the chair next to the front of her. The smaller ones I pierced, carefully so 
as not to pierce anything besides skin, through the skin between her cunt 
lips and legs. They didn't block the view to her cunt. All the while, she 
had been screaming. I didn't mind, though. This is only preparation. The 
other skewer went through her tits horizontally. She screamed some more 
while I adjusted it to be even, though it took longer than necessary. I 
enjoyed that.
I grabbed the skewer on either side and pulled it up and down about two or 
three inches either way. I loved watching her face contort in that scream, 
so I did it again. Then I got a brilliant idea. I found the ring gag and put 
it on her. I commanded her to stick out her tongue and keep it out. I went 
through the box again and found another skewer six inches long and more 
chain. On the other side of her again, I pulled her tongue out even further 
and quickly skewered it horizontally. She made a muzzled yelp. I placed some 
short chain on either end of the skewer, and attached the longer chain to 
those, as I did with her nipple clamps. She couldn't get her tongue in her 
mouth, so I used this time to get the ladder, then attached the chain to an 
eyelet in the ceiling. I made sure it was tight enough to cause pain, but 
not enough to seriously damage her tongue. She made fun noises the whole 
time. Now she had a hard time seeing what I was doing.
I got some more spring chains from my box, and attached them to the skewers 
between her vagina and legs. I stretched them up to her tits, forcing her to 
press her cunt forward as far she could. In this position, I pulled a few 
inches further and placed the chains on either side of the skewer through 
her boobs. Her tits were now being pulled in two directions, in addition to 
being smashed between the bars. I love tits in pain.
She was crying very hard, and she asked me something. I think I could 
understand 'Am I like this so you can fuck my tighter cunt?'.
"No, I'm going to whip your cunt." I told her. She didn't cry any harder, 
but I think that's because she was almost out of tears. I had one last thing 
to do before I did that, though. I found the dildo. It was the most 
expensive dildo I had ever seen, but that's because it's the best. It has 
moving parts, not merely vibrating parts. It was coated in a film so the 
parts wouldn't catch flesh. It also had a clit simulator. I oiled it up, and 
attached a belt strap. I jabbed it in her, and put the belt on her. Then I 
turned it on. "I command you to have at least five orgasms."
I watched her for about half an hour before the first one hit. I got an 
idea, but not until the orgasm already hit her. I got some skewers ready, 
and jabbed them through her tits vertically when she had her next one, 
fifteen minutes after the first. I moved them around in the holes they made 
for a couple minutes, just for the fun of it, but her screams made it 
obvious it wasn't helping her orgasm. I poured some warming lotion onto her 
cunt, and she had another again in twenty minutes. I left her alone again, 
and it only took her ten minutes for the next one. When I saw her getting 
close to the fifth, I played with the last pair of skewers again. She had an 
orgasm while she was contorting her face in pain. I did that with the 
skewers through three more orgasms. On the last one, I turned of the dildo 
and removed it along with the belt.
"So, do you enjoy pain, or hate pleasure?" She mumbled something about 
enjoying pleasure and hating pain. "Well, that's acceptable, too."
No more lollygagging. I got my cat o' nine tails and stood in front of her. 
I put more oil on her cunt, and she seemed to enjoy it, so I massaged her 
mound for a bit. She got close to orgasm, so I played with one of the 
skewers. When she began orgasming, I grabbed the cat and whipped her cunt as 
hard as I could.
"GAAAAAEEEEEEEAAAAEEE!" She let out a horrifying scream that lasted a couple 
seconds and began crying again. I hadn't noticed she'd stopped, but she was 
doing it again. Not that I cared.
I played with the skewers for a little, then smacked her cunt hard again.
"AAAAAEEEEEHHHHOOOOOOWWWWW!"
While playing with the skewers, I said "You know, I hear pussy whipping is 
the most painful thing some slaves have ever felt. Would you say it is?"
"Yeth."
"Good, I'm going to do this 13 more times, then fuck you in the ass. With 
your improved rectum, that may be even more painful."
"'O, pea'e dun't!"
"That counts as disobeying me. Never ask me to not do something. Ever." I 
pressed the button and whipped her cunt once each second. Her reaction was 
lacking. She simply made a very soft whining noise, like she was trying to 
scream but couldn't breath. After the ten seconds, I stopped. A few seconds 
later, she stopped making the noise, took a deep breath in, and screamed 
very loudly. "Did I get you in between breaths? That was interesting."
I looked at her, and I saw that she was passed out. That's very interesting. 
While I was operating on her, I injected her so that she would heal 
exceptionally quickly, and intravenously fed her. Those worked perfectly. 
She was already completely healed. However, I also injected her with 
chemicals that would slightly alter her physiology so that she would remain 
conscious through all pain. I guess I discovered a new threshold. I woke her 
with smelling salt. It was easy, that treatment did work. She was no longer 
crying, either.
"Passing out you couldn't control, I won't hold that against you. However, 
between every stroke, ask me to whip your cunt as hard as I can."
"Pea'e 'ip my cont os had as ou ca?" I whipped her again.
*SPLATT*
"AAAAAEEEEEHHHHOOOOOOWWWWW!", She was crying once more. "...Pea'e 'ip my 
cont os had as ou ca.", I whipped her.
*SPLATT*
"AAAAAEEEEEHHHHOOOOOOWWWWWEEEEEAAa!", She was crying still, but there was no 
longer water coming from her eyes.. "...Pea'e 'ip my cont os had as ou ca.", 
I whipped her.
*SPLATT*
"OOOOWWWWWEEEEWWWAAAAAAAAAOOOOOWW!!...  Pea'e 'ip my cont os had as ou ca."
"You know that's one more than I was going to, but if you like it so 
much..."
*SPLATT*
"EEEEAAAAAAWWWWOOOWWWWOOOWWWOOOWWWOOOAAAEEEE!"
She was still dry crying when I got behind her and began kissing her neck. 
She didn't seem to notice or care. I lubed up my prick, and shoved it into 
her ass. It only got half way in on that one, powerful stroke, but she was 
wailing "AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" for the life of her. I slid the rest of the way 
in. It took a lot of effort on my part. When I told her she was tight, even 
I didn't properly imagine just how tight. She was screaming the whole time.
She hadn't stopped screaming yet when I asked her, "So does it hurt more or 
less than the whipping?", holding my dick all the way in.
"AAAHHH, ERSE, AAHHAAAAAAHHHH!"
"Did you say 'worse'?"
"EEEEAAAHHH, YETH, YETH! AAAHHHH!"
"Good, ask me to fuck you hard."
"EEAA, PEA'E FOCK ME HADAAHH! AAAHH!" I did as she asked. I fucked her ass 
as hard as I've fucked any cunt.
"Keep asking me to fuck you harder!", I told her as I grabbed the two 
skewers in her tits and played with them.
"EEEAA, EEAA, EEAA, PEA'E FOCK ME IN DA ATH HADAAH!! AAAHHH!!!"
"Ask me to fuck your ass as hard as I can, tell me to pound you, tell me to 
hurt you! Tell me to hurt you more than you've ever been hurt!""
"EAZ UCK MEH ATH AZ ARD AZ OU AN!! POND MEEEHHH! GAAAAHHHH!!! URT 
MEEAAAAAHHHHH!!! ARDER!!! URT MEH ARD EVEEEEHHAAAHH BEH URT!!! AAAHHHH!!! 
ARDER!!!! EEEEAAAAHHHH!!! HHHAAAAADDDDAAAAHHHH!!! UUURRRRRTTT 
MEEEHHHAAHHH!!!
I came in her ass harder then I've ever came before. Not only was I fucking 
a beautiful woman while causing her more pain than she's ever felt before, 
she was asking me to do it! Sure, I forced her to ask me on burden of 
possible death and more pain, but it's still very hot.
I unhooked her from everything and she laid on the floor dry crying very 
hard. At first I wondered why she wasn't grabbing many of her sore areas, 
but then realized I had probably cut off the circulation in her arms, and 
she simply couldn't, yet. After about five minutes, her arms began moving, 
but it was obvious she couldn't focus them on her wounds. Another five 
minutes and she began holding and massaging various parts with her right 
hand, but her left stayed covering her ass.
"Get up."
She moved some more, got up on one arm and fell back down, then lied there 
for about twenty seconds. I pressed the button. She stopped moving, and 
every muscle in her body went rigid for ten seconds. I kicked her in the 
back a few times while she was like that. Then she got somewhat loose again, 
and jumped straight up. She was using all of her strength to remain 
standing. I took her to her room and tied her to her bed. Before leaving, I 
said "I lost count of how many times I've used the button. I hope I don't 
have to do that again, because I don't want you dead.. You're much more fun 
in agony like I saw today." I covered her wounded areas in my creme.
I left and went to bed. It was the middle of the day, but I wore myself out. 
Now that I think about it, I wonder how she still had the strength to stand 
at all after all I put her through.

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