He had no idea who she was
He had no idea who she was. He'd long since given up finding out about the
background of all the women that were brought to him for his special pleasure.
She was, like so many before her, just a figure he'd taken a fancy to and
ordered his men to acquire. He wasn't even sure if he could remember where he
had first set eyes on her. His collectors could cast a very wide net and trawl
his catch to order.
This one was delicious. Full figured with well covered curves and pendulous full
breasts. Breasts with deep, dark, aureolae and a hint of blue vein. She had a
thick bush between her legs, he'd have fun with that later.
This one had screamed the place down when she had been brought into his special
place. A real outrage borne of complete disbelief that this could be happening
to her in this day and age. Oh yes, by the time his toys entered his inner
chamber they knew what was coming, that was all part of the delicious torment he
so enjoyed inflicting.
When the toys first entered his domain they would hear whispers and sniggers
from the guards, nothing concrete, just sinister suggestion. Then they would be
left, often in small groups, tethered in darkened rooms. Then they would start
to hear, but not see, the noises of the playroom. The groans, the frantic shrill
pleadings, the swishes, the thuds, and then the piercing screams. The breathless
sobbing and the hoarse crying. Oh yes, the toys would start to be very afraid of
what lay in store.
The toys would start to sweat and tremble, to tear at their bonds, to sob, to
rant and rave. Then when they had stewed in their own imaginings for long enough
he would send them one by one to be interviewed by Gudula.
He had found Gudula many years before on one of his campaigns. A woman of
remarkable talents, who had learnt her trade at the hands of someone much like
himself. Her talent for sadism had been clear from the moment she had been
taken. Thrown in a room with two other women who had screamed and pleaded like
so many before. Only Gudula didn't scream or plead, she despised the weakness of
the other two, she struck out and felled them to the ground, one after the
other. She spat on them and kicked them in their bellies. When the guards came
in to separate them she was already using strips torn from their own clothes to
bind them. The sergeant was so taken with Gudula that he ordered her be taken
for his own.
The Sergeant was to be disappointed, word of this strange creature spread like
wildfire and soon she was dragged before his commander and after the briefest of
interviews set to work upon a victim hanging from the rafters by her wrists
tethered together behind her back. When Gudula had finished so was the woman and
the company that watched on knew that they were in the presence of a truly
remarkable sadist.
A deal was struck, just as long as Gudula could provide such sporting
demonstrations for her captors she would have freedom of a sort and protection
from the attentions of the men. Gudula was in her element. Now year's later she
had moved on and held a very special place in the hierarchy that provided this
most special of entertainments.
He had started providing only for his own tastes and allowing for the sating of
his hirelings pleasure, but now he could provide a show for those who could
afford to pay. Only a very few could afford this most particular service and
those that could were never disappointed.
Occasionally he would have a guest who watched for free. Perhaps guest is not
the correct term. Usually it would be the Husband, lover, father or brother of a
toy. Someone who had done him or a customer a great disservice. A man who would
be strapped to a chair, head fixed in place by a brace, eyelids glued open.
Someone who could not even shut his eyes to block out the torment.
Oh yes, he could find many ways to torment those who had crossed him or someone
who could afford his services. That was a very special service, a luxury, most
of his toys were simply trawled because he had liked their shape, or saw
something in their expression that would look so exquisite to him as they were
racked in pain..
That was what this one was, yes, he could remember now, the full figure has
first attracted him, he had her enticed into the clothes shop so that his hidden
cameras in the changing rooms could let him see more. Cameras that could move
in, could see from every angle, could enlarge could reveal all. Then she had
stood on a tack, he liked to have them left carelessly on the floor. She had
recoiled and in that moment the camera had caught her face. Such a face, such an
emotive face, oh yes, playing her body would be like conducting a fine
orchestra.
Before he could enjoy his toys they met with Gudula and she would explain and
show what lay in store. The toys would then receive a choice of sorts, those who
had been brought to settle a score just found out what lay in store. Most
fainted clean away.
Gudula had an archive of video and audio recordings of her best, or worst, work
and a collection of some of her favourite tools for playtime. It was now that
the victims discovered what lay behind the screams of torment they had
overheard. They would clutch to cover their breasts and cross their legs as they
saw and heard some of Gudula's favourite party tricks. For most they witnessed
acts that they had never even contemplated and yet might only be minutes from
excruciatingly experiencing.
Now Gudula would explain the choice, not that it was much of a choice. An
operation such as this needed a constant supply of sexual relief for its
operatives. It needed relief on tap twenty four hours a day and 365 days a year.
The toys were not to be spoilt for their special displays and their were few
women who would volunteer to be serviced by the rutting mass. So that was the
alternative on offer. A promise that they would be kept from the special room
and the cruel and unusual torments that lay therein if they agreed to become
permanent pleasure vessels for those that wanted to relieve themselves in or
over them. It was a harsh choice, some might even think that the offer was the
diabolic against a fate worse than death, but there it was.
Gudual would go on to call in a "vessel" as they were called to confirm, as if
they would dare deny, that the bargain had been kept. At this point the toy
would often throw up in absolute fear and horror. It had been known for a toy to
become paralysed by fear and so become unable to make any choice at all.
Vessel's had been known to turn upon their keepers, but retribution would be
swift, inventive and excruciating. As a result some adaptions had been made to
the vessels over the years and the results of those developments would be on
display for the toy faced with the starkest choice of her life. After all the
keeper's were to be protected if they were to be kept from exercising their
worst excesses on the toys.
Gudula enjoyed making a vessel display for a toy. Most vessels felt for the toy
in front of them, most could remember when they had been faced with the self
same choice, could remember back to a time when the playroom had been unknown to
them. But Gudual would require, without prompting, the full silent performance,
the fullest revelation of all the vessels charms, both natural and adapted.
Usualy the first thing the toy would notice would be the rings. Rings through
their noses, not small rings as in decorative piercings, but rings a man might
lead a vessel by her nose, his fingers through it. Then rings through each
aureolae, again fat and large in circumfrence. Rings a man might hold with his
fists as he rode a vessel while he rutted. Rings, not a large as for the
breasts, but large enough, hanging from each labia, for ease of opening a vessel
for use.
Gudual would then point out that vessel's were branded on their bellies, a
permanent reminder of their place, and a convenient method of keeping track of
the stock. It would be explained that a cocktail of drugs would be administered
and that menstruation would be stopped, their would be no time off for time of
the month. The toy would be asked to marvel at how well nourished the vessel
was, ample bellied and full breasted, replete from dozens of fellatio
performances with not a drop spilled. After all that was to be the vessel's main
source of nourishment. Food was a luxury in the gift of the captor's and only
given to those who had performed most exquisitely or assisted in the playroom
most fully. Once the bargain was struck and kept to the only relief was from the
unremitting anguish of the playroom. It would be explained that the rings would
all be fitted swiftly and with relative freedom from agony, it would just hurt.
The brand would be sudden and then done. No lingering torment there.
Then Gudual would rise and motion to the vessel, both would slip beside the
numbed, often frozen toy. Before the toy could realise what was happening she
would be stripped as naked as the day she was born and dragged through the door
and into an unheated plain walled room containing a most unusual chair. The last
words the toy would hear as the door was shut were Gudula's final offer, "cross
to the chair with two phalluses rising from its seat and impale your cunt and
ass to the hilt before I return and you may become a vessel. Decline by the time
I return and you will discover the true impact of entry into the playroom."
That was perhaps the moment that he found the most exquisite, the awful choice,
the utter anguished and terrified disbelief that often came across their faces.
Oh yes, it was moments such as these that he lived for, the living of another's
life on a razor edge of horrible decision, the opportunity to break the spirit
or to have the pleasure of breaking the body, slowly, inexoriably, exquisitely.
It was also the moment that he learnt of the true metal of his toy. Would she be
paralysed with fear, only shocked from her inertia by pain, or would she come
fully conscious to her nemesis, knowing that she had chosen to retain her
integrity unto pain.
He could feel his pulse race, his breath came shorter and his manhood swelled as
he contemplated his latest addition and her companions and contemplated what was
in store. He summoned a vessel, he wanted relief, when this one progressed
through her choices he wanted to be ready to last, he wanted to really savour
this one.
The vessel displayed her ample charms and waited for the signal as to which
orifice was required. She hurried towards the wall and back to him bent at the
waist and grabbed the rail exposing her ass for penetration. He opened his gown,
advanced upon her and thrust, reaching round as he did so to grab the hand sized
rings hanging from her teats and pull upon them until the vessel thought he must
surely rip them from her chest.
The vessels knuckles were white as she gripped the rail, she ground her teeth to
try to deflect from the pain tearing at her teats and yet she dare not cry out.
He knew exactly what he was doing and could sense the cost to her in pain and
torment as she fought with her self to remain silent. She won, as suddenly as he
had entered her he withdrew, he spun her round and offered her his member to be
sucked and emptied, the greatest accolade she could expect, his come. She needed
no second bidding, knowing that as the chosen vessel she could now expect to be
filled by the others who were with him.
