Three
When she came to her teats were still in the tit trainer and the pain was as
great as ever. Gudula was leaning over her and whispering in her ear. She was
being offered a deal. If she agreed to having all of her body hair shaved then
for the time being the tit trainer would be removed. Of course if she didn't
agree she would be shaved anyway, but the process would be that much more
painful.
She tried to speak to say yes, but the ball gag stopped her, she frantically
shook her head, anything to get the tormentor off her breasts, anything. Gudula
beckoned her assistants and she was allowed to her feet and the screws were
relaxed. It seemed to hurt even more as the blood rushed back into her flattened
breasts. The awful realisation of what she had just agreed to dawned, she tried
to resist, she tried to plead, she made the mistake of saying no.
Suddenly her arms were forced behind her back and attached to cuffs on the end
of a rope. The rope was pulled taught and she found herself suspended in the air
by her arms. The pain on her shoulders was excruciating she thought she would
faint again. Then the rope was released a little, she dropped only to be pulled
up short of the ground. She thought that her shoulders would pull out of their
sockets. Again and again she was raised and dropped. The breath was knocked out
of her lungs, she couldn't breath and she couldn't speak or even think. There
was just the pain, the excruciating pain.
Her husband was frantic, how had he let this happen, what more could they
possibly do to his poor wife, what else had they in store. But shackled to his
special chair all he could do was watch and agonise. He was covered in sweat and
shaking. There was just nothing he could do.
Gudula signalled to the tormentors to stop the rhythmic yanking on the rope, her
victim was allowed to rest her toes on the floor to take some of the weight from
her shoulders. "Co-operation will ease your pain my dear. Ease not excuse it.
Now we will involve your husband. He will determine how long your punishment
will last because of your refusal." She snapped her fingers and perhaps the
fattest and ugliest woman you have ever seen came into the room. "Elsa will now
take pleasure from your husband. You will be tortured throughout. As soon as
your husband has ejaculated your torment will stop so that we can shave you."
Neither husband or wife could believe what they heard. Suddenly sharp metal
clips were attached to each aching nipple, then to each cunt lip and to her
clitoris. A dildo with wires running from it was rammed painfully into her cunt
and a probe thrust up her ass. "I will play a little electrical game while your
husband pleasures Elsa, I hope that your screams don't put him off too much"
As Elsa approached him he saw the body of his wife arch in agony as the first
electric shock hit her. Wave after wave of shocks were pulsed into her most
sensitive parts as Elsa took out his limp cock and laughed at him. She crushed
his balls in her fat hand and thrust her flaccid hanging breasts into his face.
He was reading to shit himself and in no mood to orgasm, but he must and quickly
to save the torment of his wife.
In the control room the Master called for a vessel, a ripe matron with full
pendulous breasts and an ample stomach, he wished to be relieved while he
watched this next passage in his revenge.
His victim continued to writhe in agony, wave after\ wave pulsing through her,
never enough to make her pass out but more than enough to cause her extreme
torment. Gudula stood to her side whispering in her ear\ between shocks that it
was unwise to refuse to honour a bargain.
It took Elsa agonising minutes to even get the poor husband erect, his fear,
shame and horror prevented him from coming swiftly. Elsa thrust first one and
then two fingers into his rectum and squeezed some more on his balls as she
sucked, he finally became hard and Elsa swallowed his cock into her cunt. She
rode him, slowly, she liked to hear the screams of torment.
Gudula was not satisfied, she took a lash from the wall and set about her
victims inner thighs. Once she had warmed up her stroke she lashed the belly and
then the underside of the breasts. Elsa steadied her rhythm, this was too good
to miss, she wanted this to go on.
For Elsa the end was near, she started to come, excited by the torture and by
the now hard cock in her cunt, and as she did her victim orgasmed too, finally
driven over the edge by Elsa's clamp like vaginal muscles. He slumped spent.
Gudula turned off the electricity and put down the lash. Now for some more fun.
But first a respite, the Master had another treat in store.
