Chapter 2
This would be delicious, the middle aged women to be brought before him was the
wife of a man who had tried to cheat him in a business deal. She was a haughty
matron, about 5' 8" with a big chest and a voluptuous belly and well developed
thighs and a colossal bum. She had been astonished when she had been taken and
had fought like a wild cat. A few slaps to her face had proved of no effect but
a full blow to the stomach and a knee in her crotch had brought her blubbering
to the floor. Her husband was strapped in the special viewing chair, eyes fixed
open, he would see and hear everything.
The first session of the show would be seen by several high paying clients. The
woman was brought in, still clothed in the expensive frock she had been taken
in. Her makeup was smeared, she had been wailing a lot, her stockings laddered
and her dress the worse for wear. It wouldn't matter, she would be naked and
under the ministrations of one of his most experienced torturers soon enough.
He had long ago learnt that women are much more humbled if made to strip for
their audience. Few would start voluntarily, he had taken care of that, a few
good blows would soon encourage her to perform. She needed the encouragement. On
being told to strip and make it good she refused and screamed more abuse. The
scream was cut off by the punch to her ample belly that knocked all the wind out
of her and dropped her to the floor.
"Get up and strip, NOW." She was told. She groaned and did not try to get up. A
well aimed shoe caught her again in the belly. She screamed again. An electric
cattle prod was produced and jabbed into her left breast, she jolted on the
floor and screamed fit to burst. Before the scream could subside the prod was
reapplied to her other breast and held there for a full 10 seconds. She was
rasping for breath and sweating profusely.
"Get up, strip, now."
She begged for mercy, and tried to get up, her husband screamed and pleaded and
was told to shut up or it would be worst for his wife. He babbled on and on.
She rose, unsteady on her feet and with a look of real terror in her face
started to unzip the expensive frock. It slipped to the floor revealing
expensive black lace bra, garter belt and knickers. Her breasts heaved andd her
belly was round and fecund over the belt. She hesitated, her husband begged. Too
bad. The cattle prod was thrust again into her belly and she dropped gasping to
her knees.
"You've been warned, now you pay". She was ordered to take off her knickers and
stuff them in her husbands mouth to stop his babbling. Deep into his throat so
that he started to gag. It took a few more jolts from the prod for her to
complete the task.
Then the belt and stockings were removed leaving her with just the bra hoding up
her pendulous breasts. She couldn't understand why this skimpy garment was left
on. She would find out soon enough.
She was told to cross to a chair set in the centre of the floor. To thrust he
vagina onto the monstrous dildo and fuck herself. She didn't move quickly
enough, she was too stunned. She felt the cattle prod again and was soon hanging
by her wrists from the ceiling her legs spread and attached to rings in the
floor.
Before she could even get her bearings she heard the swoosh of the long carriage
whip as it snaked towards her. The crack of the whip was drowned by her scream
as the whip ripped into her lace bra, rending it and drawing blood. The bra was
soon in tatters and her breasts striped with pain. She sobbed and groaned
incoherently. Then her tormentor whispered in her ear, you didn't obey quickly
enough, now you will be gagged and you won't be asked to do anything again until
you have learned your lesson.
A ball gag was rammed into her mouth and as she tried to shake her head she felt
the wooden tit trainer being snapped into position on her bosom. The screws were
turned and her aching breasts bulged as they were flattened between the planks.
She tried to scream but nothing came out.
She felt as though her breasts would explode from the pressure, her nipples were
engorged with blood and the pain blocked out everything. She could not think or
speak, her world was simply the pain of the moment. Then the lash cracked again
like lightening on her swelling teats and she passed out.
