True Love
Chapter 10
"The vibrator became Beverly's constant companion, despite whatever else
was occurring to her. It churned and teased her to the brink of orgasm time
after time when she took a turn in the hot box, sweating off her precious liquid
reserves, eyes taped open, focused on the maddening bursts of high intensity
light blazing erratically from the strobe located less than a foot from her face
while drops of water, precisely measured and dispensed, relentlessly tattooed
her skull. It hummed and shook as she lay in total darkness in the locker being
bombarded with the noise and vibration from the machinery that kept the entire
hospital facility alive. It competed with the random bursts of screams, curses,
prayers and maniacal laughter that her captors piped into her dark world. On
occasion she would even recognize the voices; they belonged to someone she once
knew, the old Beverly, now sliding deeper and deeper into the abyss as the
others took control of her."
"It was late on the third day of her journey that they brought in her
food supplier. Of course Beverly had no idea how long she had been in hell, she
merely existed in this timeless space. However the monitoring team decided that
she needed sustenance and so Beverly came face to face with this shroud of a
woman; a gaunt creature of translucent skin, protruding bones and hollows where
flesh once had been. She thought it odd that this shadowy presence should be so
inconsistent in shape, her angular dimensions being broken by a rounded paunch.
The poor thing had no explanation for this, no longer being capable of
connecting effect to cause. In truth they had force-fed the food supplier as if
she were a goose destined to be a source of pate'. The emaciated female had been
stuffed with rotted fruits, vegetables, gristle, maggot-ridden meat and mold
covered bread. She had been prevented from vomiting up this noxious mess by
means of a pear gag that had now been in place for nearly eight hours; plenty of
time for her own juices to have transformed her meal into an acrid soup."
"A funnel was jammed down Beverly's throat. She was currently stretched
out on a low bench, wrists and ankles tightly tied to its legs. They had been
burning her armpits and rib cage with a fine tipped soldering iron for the past
hour and she had just recently been revived. The anorexic woman was bent over
the funnel and her gag removed. For almost a minute she stayed motionless,
unable to rid her stomach of the foul mass of filth that had been roiling her
insides for many hours. Suddenly one of Beverly's handlers performed a variation
of the Heimlich maneuver on the woman and she began to spew the contents of her
bulging stomach into the wide mouthed funnel. Almost simultaneously Beverly was
allowed to have her first orgasm since before she had been sedated in the
hospital ward. My darling began to suck down the regurgitated mess flowing into
the funnel as if it were haute cuisine. It would not take long for her to regret
her actions."
"For the next few hours her handlers amused themselves by forcing her to
repeatedly vomit and then ingest her meal until her stomach muscles could no
longer adequately function. In concert with this activity they continued to use
the soldering iron to blister the paper-thin skin stretched over her rib cage.
Her limits were exceeded when they rubbed her sweat soaked armpits with flash
powder and ignited them simultaneously, the brief explosion of flame searing her
tender flesh and resulting in third degree burns that would be a constant source
of pain for the extent of her remaining time in level zero."
"Beverly endured another stay in her coffin, shaking and reacting to the
incessant noise that was bombarding her senses. During her "rest period", some
inquisitive centipedes joined her. These carnivorous creatures were from the
tropics where they can grow to nearly a foot in length. She reacted violently as
they began to crawl over her blistered body. Their response was to use their
powerful mandibles and sharp claws to nip and inject her with a poison that
caused some swelling and severe pain that lasted for a matter of minutes. Panic
soon overcame her and she began to frantically thrash against the metal walls in
a mad attempt to crush her adversaries. Her movements were so constrained that
she only succeeded in irritating the insects further. This cycle repeated itself
for a very long time until her vital signs became so erratic that the monitoring
team called a halt to her torment. What happened to her next nearly pushed her
into total madness."
"My darling pain addict revisited the narrow tiled room again to be once
more battered senseless by the torrents of water that thundered down on her
naked body, buffeting her about like she was a cork on a wave. Three times the
hospital's water system was routed into her torture chamber before they were
satisfied that she was at her limit of endurance. This time she was not returned
to the meat locker for another session of mental anguish. Beverly was instead
taken to the tank room, a place where a new horror awaited, the wheel. The
majority of this chamber was occupied by a huge tank of murky water. Within this
tank there was a metal wheel approximately six feet in diameter. She was too
dazed to understand the purpose of this arrangement."
"Her captors began preparing her for this ordeal. Wide leather belts
were tightly cinched around her middle and chest, making breathing difficult. A
much larger vibrator was substituted for the one that had been tormenting her
for the last few days. It had been lubricated with a compound that immediately
began to irritate and then slowly eat into the very sensitive mucous membrane
that lined her vagina. An inflatable cuff prevented it from being dislodged. A
second tube of metal also lubricated with that awful burning compound was wedged
deep inside her rectum and locked into place. Her lids were taped to keep her
eyes wide, ready to be exposed to the watery environment that she soon would
occupy. Her mouth was propped open by a hard rubber dental fixture, completing
their preparations before she was secured to the wheel. She was stretched
painfully over the perimeter of the wheel, ankles and wrists pulled taut and
manacled to bars that were nested within the metal framework. As soon as her
handlers were clear the wheel began to rotate."
"Within seconds Beverly's body broke the surface of the warm water head
first. She had not had any time to prepare herself for being submerged. Counter
balancing this was the fact that she was still suffering the effects of her
previous punishment, and therefore not capable of overreacting to this abrupt
transition. The wheel was rotating so fast that she was under no more than ten
seconds. When she reemerged there was barely time to take one breath before she
went under once again. It did not help matters that the leather straps around
her midriff and chest hindered her attempt to take in more than a minimal amount
of air. This was just a hint of what would befall her during the next hour."
" It is doubtful that Beverly would have appreciated the sophisticated
interaction between the sensors embedded within her body and the microcomputer
that controlled the rotation of the wheel. There was no way for her to yet
realize that the twin vibrators buried in her were also part of the complex
feedback system that was beginning to function as a single unit. She was unaware
that there was a connection between her sexual responses to the insistent metal
probes churning away within her and the motion of the wheel. However there were
other, more subtle things going on that also had some say in what was to occur."
"To a first order approximation the speed of the wheel was directly
related to her respiration and pulse. The machine rotated just fast enough for
her to get one quick breath in every cycle, and to be able to retain it while
she was beneath the water. Naturally with time Beverly would not be able to keep
pace with the relentless pace she herself had unknowingly established. However
there was an override command that was activated randomly. This stopped the
wheel from moving for exactly fifteen seconds, not a long period of time unless
she was under water and not anticipating the new strain on her lung capacity."
"The computer program had another subroutine that was extremely complex
in nature, and had caused much heated discussion among the staff because of the
claim that it would allow Beverly to literally torture herself to death through
her desire for sexual release. This was the reason for the two small machines
that were working to stimulate her sexually while at the same time she was
fighting to stay alive. There was now a tremendous conflict going on within
Beverly. On the one hand she had to concentrate her mind and will to meeting the
threat from the watery prison she occupied. However there was this overwhelming
urge to surrender totally to the pleasure of the titanic orgasm that she knew
was only minutes away if she gave it her full attention."
"For hour after hour she was pushed to her limit by the insidious and
constant changes made to the wheel's motion. Time and again she had briefly
surrendered to the urge to breath water. Each time the machine would adjust to
give her just enough time to cough up the brackish water from her lungs before
resuming the unending cycle of air and water. All the time there was the
insistent temptation for her to give in to the sexual stimulation she was
receiving. The probes would change the amount and type of stimulation she was
getting, reflecting the increase or decrease in her endorphin levels, a good
measure of the amount of pain she was dealing with at any time. She seemed to be
perpetually balanced on the edge of a finely honed sword. Her frustration
increased as she traded pain for pleasure, only to have the vibrating tools
intensify the sexual pleasure she was experiencing. Back and forth she went;
pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure. There was no end to it. She began to despair, to
wish for an end to her sufferings. If only she could stop the cursed machine
from saving her from herself. At some level she began to understand that she had
lost control, she was finished. Hours later when it became apparent that Beverly
had retreated deep into a plane of existence isolated from the world of level
zero, this ordeal was interrupted. Her sodden, wrinkled body was hosed off and
stored away inside the meat locker to give her some time to recover what was
left of her sanity."
