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.
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.
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.
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