Author: Powerone
Title: Slaver Training
Part: Chapter 4 Torture Equipment
Summary: This is the story of the training of a new Slaver and the taking of two
new slaves, a mother and daughter and what they are forced to endure to be
trained and sold as sex slaves. In chapter 4 Sara and Becky model the latest
torture equipment.
Keywords: M+/f+, BDSM, slavery, bond, humil, nc, Serious, rape, violence
Copyright 2003 by Powerone. The author can be contacted at
controlher@hotmail.com.
Slaver Training-Chapter 4-Torture Equipment
The bed was enormous. It was a four-poster bed, but the posts went from
the floor up. They must have been at least 6 inches in diameter with large
wooden balls on the top. The top had a canopy, also made of wooden slats spaced
out at one foot intervals. This bed was made especially for bondage. Sara was
on the bed on her side, her wrists tied together, her arms stretched out and
bound tightly to the top left corner head of the bed. One leg was tied with a
heavy rope and stretched out until it reached the back right corner of the bed.
The other leg was also roped, but the rope was pulled up to one of the center
slats in the canopy, dragging Sara's leg at a right angle to her body, shooting
straight up into the air. Her sex ached, her legs split harshly. But that was
the least of her problem. Michael had rodded his cock up her asshole and this
is where it sat. A hard log stretching her anal track painfully, twitching
inside the hot and tight confines of her asshole.
Her predicament was bad, but Becky's was worse. She was bound, not just
tied up but bound and spread. Her arms were pulled out at right angles to her
body, each arm pulled tightly to the two upright poles on each side of her. Her
arms were pulled backwards, Becky unable to bend them without breaking her
elbows. They were stretched tightly, the muscles in her arms taut, her wrists
secured tightly into the metal bands on the posts. Her arms were pulled at
waist level, forcing Becky to bend painfully at the waist. Her ass was thrust
out behind her, as if begging for a rapist to take her. Her hair was pulled up
into a bun and two small ropes were wrapped around it and then the ropes were
pulled back to the large wooden supports, thrusting her head up and straight
ahead. Her legs were spread wide, almost tearing her up the crotch. They were
attached to a similar set of posts, except placed behind her at least three
feet. Like her arms, they were spread as far as humanly possible, the only goal
was an extreme spread, opening her sex to whatever they desired. Pain, her pain
was of no consequences. She had to stand on her tip toes, her ankles trapped in
the metal cuffs. The muscles on her calves stood out, stretched painfully to
maintain her precarious position. With her head forced painfully up in the air,
her breasts hung down, unprotected.
This was the position Steve wanted Becky in. He was going to whip her,
wanting to hear her screams of pain. And her tits were going to be first. His
cock jutted out in front of him as he walked up to Becky, his cock bumping
against her face. He rubbed it over her cheeks and lips, small slimy trails of
cum sticking to her features. "Comfortable Becky, I just love the way your body
is bound. Look what it does to my cock. I'm going to whip you, you realize
that don't you."
"AAAAAHHHH," Sara screamed as Michael gave her a painful fuck with his
cock, jamming against the side of her anal tract, making her stomach cramp in
pain. It had taken over ten minutes to get Becky and Sara bound. Michael was
finished first and had brutally shoved his cock into her asshole, tearing her
back passage as it was forced to accept the inhuman sized weapon.
"Look at your mother getting ass fucked. You remember how that feels,
don't you. How good it felt to get a big, hard cock to stretch your asshole,"
he laughed.
He moved behind her, his hands running freely over her body, the tight
bondage preventing all movements from Becky. "I'm going to whip you, whip you
hard. First your tits, then your ass and finally your pussy. I have such nice
bondage equipment to use that will make different parts of your body readily
available to the whip. I am an expert with a whip and you will be surprised at
places I can reach with the tip of the whip. And you will be surprised at the
pain I can inflict on your delicate body. I'm not going to gag you this time.
We want to hear your screams, especially your mother. She is going to be ass
fucked by Michael while they watch you."
Becky's body ached from the tight bondage and spread of her limbs.
"Fuck me, fuck my pussy, fuck me in the ass again, just don't whip me," she
cried out. She did not think she could stand the pain.
"Oh, I will fuck you Becky, and yes, I will fuck you in the ass again.
I love that tight asshole. But first I am going to whip you raw. If you thought
the fucking was bad last time, this time it will be worse. Your pussy and
asshole will be skinned raw. You are going to jump around and give me a good
fuck. But first a good whipping to get my cock real hard. Scream all you want,
Becky, my cock hardens with your screams."
"AAAGGGH," Steve stretching Sara's anal tract painfully with hard fucks,
his big cock testing all of her, making her stretch wide to take the bulbous
head plunging ruthlessly into her. She felt like had she had to vomit, her
stomach doing flip flops as her asshole was hammered. Her crotch felt torn, his
fingers and hands roaming freely over her bound, naked body
Sara watched as Michael grabbed a braided leather strapper. It was made
specifically for the breasts, its string is exquisite and lingers afterwards.
Becky's eyes opened wide when she saw the strapper.
Michael heard noise coming down the hall. "Sorry Steve but I think you
will have to whip her later. But both of them will come in handy. I almost
forgot that I have a customer coming in today. As you know, we also sell the
latest bondage and torture equipment. It helps pay the bills and it keeps us in
a good supply of all the latest equipment. Mr. Smith, John Smith," laughing as
he said that, they're all called Smith, "is the owner of the largest chain of
BDSM houses in the world. In fact, we supply some of the girls. He heard about
some of our top of the line equipment and has made a special trip to see them."
Becky looked over to the door as Mr. Smith came in, "help us, they raped
us!" she shouted.
"Why of course they did my dear, that is what they get paid for and I'm
sure that you were a delightful fuck," laughing. "Hello Michael, is this Steve,
your new protege?"
"Yes it is, Steve, this is Mr. Smith, John Smith. Is that your son,
John Jr.?" laughing as he said it. "Is he in the business?"
"Yep, just graduated from Harvard with an MBA. Going to take over the
business in a couple of years. Knows quite a bit about it already and loves the
fringe benefits. Takes after me, has a cruel streak about women. So who is the
big mouthed cunt?"
"That bent over one is Becky and the one that has my cock up her ass is
Sara. A nice mother/daughter combination that we just captured yesterday. Just
starting to break them in. Becky has been raped in the pussy and asshole, but
she's barely broken in. Steve was just about to start whipping her, starting
with her tits, but I think they both might enjoy being models. We can use them
to highlight some of the features of our equipment. Feel free to jump in and
use them anyone you want. They are for sale, after all."
"Mighty hospitable of you, Michael. I love that bed. So massive and so
many different ways to tie up the victim. I see you have Sara spread very
nicely. Hello Sara, are you enjoying your ass fucking? I bet your legs really
hurt from being spread so far. Feels like it goes to rip your pussy up the
middle?"
"Help us, please, they are hurting us," Sara begged.
"I might have to try out the pair, I love the way they beg. My
customers would love to break them of that habit. I might just have to fuck
Sara before I leave, I'm sure Junior would love a piece of Becky. She looks
really tight, even after Steve fucked her."
Michael pulled his cock out of Sara. "Sorry Sara, but business calls,
I'll have to finish your ass fucking later. Or maybe Mr. Smith will. This bed
has an added bench. Let me show you." He got up from the bed, leaving Sara
still bound tightly. At the foot of the bed, he opened a door and slid out a
bench. "Mind untying Sara while I get this ready?" While he got it ready, Mr.
Smith released Sara from the bed. His hands roamed freely over her body as he
did, fingering her asshole and pussy, pinching her nipples and sticking his
fingers in her mouth. "How old did you say this pair was?
"Sara is 36 and little Becky just turned 18. Sara has a great body for
her age and Becky is just peaking. Becky doesn't have much experience, but we
are working on expanding her horizons. She took real hard to the rape of her
pussy and just about climbed the walls when her asshole was raped. They both
sucked cock like pros."
The bench came out from the end of the bed, attached to the larger bed
with a large wooden beam. The bench was padded, with 1/2 of the bench
adjustable from laying flat to sitting up at a 90 degree angle.
Mr. Smith pushed Sara towards the end of the bed where the bench was,
his hands slapping her ass, forcing her along.
"Over here Sara, sit down on this nice bench, see how comfortable it
is," helping her onto the seat. Arms out to the sides, see how the cuffs snap
into the rings on the pole. There are rings every six inches, from the bottom
to the top, giving an almost unlimited variety of bondage. See how well she is
presented, her arms almost out parallel, her breasts unprotected. The
adjustable back can be used to push her breasts out to whatever you desire to
do. Now the best part."
Sara felt them both each grab and ankle and pull them up and back. Her
legs were spread obscenely, her pussy opened wide. Higher and higher her legs
went, now over her head before they finally secured them to each respective
side. They were doing it again, forcing her legs so wide that she thought they
would tear her open. "Please, don't," her sex displayed openly.
"How do you like that, open and spread in less then a minute and our
dear Sara is comfortable and ready for whatever you desire." He slapped her
pussy with the flat of his hand, a muffled sound resounding in the room. "You
could spank or whip her pussy and she wouldn't be able to move away from it."
He spanked her pussy again, "you like that Sara, like your pussy spanked?"
"OOOW, not there, you shouldn't hit a woman there."
"Give me a hand, higher up this time," letting the backrest fall back
until Sara was flat on her back. The cuffs were opened and her ankles were
pulled up higher, her body drawn up from the bench. Her ass and then her lower
back pressed up into the air, her upper back and head the only part of her body
supported on the bench. She was almost upside down now, her legs in a wide V,
her sex, both pussy and asshole, open and exposed.
"Please, let me down, I'm getting dizzy," Sara almost upside down, the
blood rushing to her head.
"This is an especially good position to whip her pussy or her asshole.
And the upside down position makes her all the more vulnerable." He slapped
down on her pussy, the flat of his hand making solid contact with her spread
pussy, slapping between her pussy lips to hit the tender pink insides.
"I like this one, do you have a more modern one, maybe metal tube
instead of wood?
"Yes, it's all chrome, with the usual metal rings."
"I'll take that one. It'll go good in my house in France. It has more
of a futuristic theme to it. What do you have next?"
"How about benches and chairs? It's in the other room, Steve already
has Becky in there, hopefully already cozy in some nice piece of equipment.
This might be a good place for Junior to play with her a little while she is
bound."
"Ah, I see Steve has picked one piece that will be of special interest
to you. I know how much your customers like to make their victims scream when
they fuck them, but most do not have the size cock that will do it. This will
give them the added advantage and will make them satisfied customers. It's
called the Upright Bench. This is another solid wood piece. You will notice
that it is nothing more then a wooden table stood up at a right angle to the
floor, hence its name. There are wooden supports on the bottom to given it the
stability needed to keep it upright. The victim's arms are secured sticking
straight up into the air next to each other. There is what looks like bookshelf
ledges about 1/3 of the way up from the floor. This is for securing the females
legs."
"Steve, put little Becky into it. Maybe Junior would like a few
practice strokes with his cock in her pussy."
"Over here Becky," pulling her towards the bench. "Junior is going to
ride your pussy a little, you don't mind do you, maybe he can make you cum
again," laughing at her misfortune. He pushed her up against the back of the
bench, "raise your arms up, all the way up, Becky," watching as she submissively
complied.
Becky could feel her body being manipulated again, the metal rings in
the bench holding her arms tightly to it. Her arms were pinned back, unable to
move. She felt Steve's hands reach down to her breasts, thrust out and
unprotected, his fingers pulling on her nipples, making them get hard. "Look at
them nips, so big and hard, think maybe Becky is a pain slut. I think we have a
few things to test out the theory, what do you think Becky, you get off on the
pain?"
"No, I hate what you're doing to me," closing her eyes, not wanting to
see all of the men staring at her naked body. It was humilating what they were
doing to her and her mother, stripping them naked, raping them, spreading them
open in obscene positions. And now, these strange pieces of equipment, their
only purpose to spread them so that they could be sexually tortured. She could
not believe that there were men that would do this, could not believe that it
could happen to them.
"Now for her legs, want to give me a hand Junior, grab the other one and
place it on the shelf, yeah, that's good, see how she spreads out so nicely.
Take that two inch dowel and place it in the hole in front of her leg, which
will trap her leg behind it. It is two feet tall and very sturdy, there is no
way she can rise up over it. You don't even need to tie her down. Now isn't
that a beautiful sight? Now tighten the belt around her waist, make it real
tight. See how it sucks in her stomach, tighter Junior. It's best when it
makes it difficult for her to breathe."
Junior stood behind her spread legs, "don't close your eyes, Becky,
that's a good girl, look at me. She is a very beautiful girl," his hands
running up her spread thighs, "and look at that young pussy. You might have
fucked it, but look how tight she still is," his fingers running up and down her
slit, shoving one finger into her vagina. "Her pussy grips my finger so tight.
Do you like that, Becky, do you like your pussy played with?"
"So what else does this do, Michael?" Junior asked.
"This is the best part, watch the expression on Becky's face." Michael
pushed a button and the sound of a motor began.
Becky's mouth opened in surprise as she felt her legs being pulled
farther back, the wooden dowels and the supports her legs were secured to being
pulled into the back of the bench. She pushed her ass out as the stretch of her
crotch continued, hoping to release some of the pressure.
Junior stood between her legs, her sex so open. The dowels pulled back
towards the back of the bench, her legs forced to go the only way it could,
outward. Her pussy began to pull forward, but the belt around her waist
prevented only limited movement. The only thing that could happen now was that
her legs would spread wider.
"Oh, God," she cried out, "you bastards, you're going to split me up the
middle, stoppppp!"
"Now be careful you don't go too far or you will snap her hips, a little
farther Steve. See the way her muscles are taut, that's when you know you're
about at the maximum."
Junior ran his fingers up and down her thighs, feeling the tension in
her muscles. His fingers returned to her pussy, two fingers pushed deep inside.
"Damn, this bitch is wet," his fingers sliding effortlessly, her pussy clamping
down on them once inside.
"Why don't you ride her for a bit, Junior, I think little Becky would
like a nice cock. Watch how she reacts."
Junior unbuckled his belt, slid his zipper down and let his pants slide
down towards the floor. He pulled his shorts down, his cock springing out of
the confined space. He watched Becky's eyes, staring intently at his crotch.
His hand grabbed his cock, "is this what you want, Becky?" Teasing her with it,
his hand stroking it harder. It was not as big as Michael's or Steve's, but it
was still above average, about eight inches of hard cock.
He moved closer to her, the head of his cock riding up and down her
slit, gathering up the wetness. He pushed her vulva aside, the big head pushing
into her vagina, watching as it spread wide to accept the cock. He felt her
shudder as her pussy began to grip it as he humped his hips forward, jamming the
head inside. He could feel her pussy clenching on the cock head, squeezing it
tightly. "For a girl with not much experience, your pussy sure knows what to
do."
Becky looked around the room, all eyes on her as she lay pinned to the
bench like a butterfly on a collectors table, her sex opened for all to see.
Her eyes met her mothers, her mother trying of offer whatever compassion she
could. Becky turned from her, unable to let her mother see her like this. All
of the men stared at her, her nipples hard and pointed, her pussy gripping the
head of the cock inside her, seven inches of cock still waiting to go in her
hot, tight vagina. She watched as Junior's hands moved up her body, pulling
aside her clit hood to expose the swollen organ, his finger rubbing it harshly
before gripping it tightly, her moans exciting him to even greater cruelty. She
could not escape the fingers, her body bound tight.
Junior moved his hands up until he cupped her large tits, his fingers
plucking on her nipples as they clenched the tit flesh.
"Fuck her, fuck her hard," the other men yelled out. That is all the
encouragement Junior needed. He tightened his buttocks and shoved his hips
forward, plunging all eight inches of rock hard cock into little eighteen year
old Becky's tight cunt.
You would have thought she was being killed, though I am sure that is
what it felt like. "AAAGGHHH, OOOWOWW," her face contoured in pain. The pain
in her crotch shot up to her brain. The back of the wooden bench stopped all
escape for her, a rigid barrier that prevented any movement from the raping
cock. Her body, with no place to go could only absorb the cock, the hard weapon
banging painfully inside her pussy, bruising and tear where it could. When
Junior pushed in, his body rammed against her spread legs. Her legs were
already split up the middle, the maximum spread. The force of his fuck bent
them back farther, threatening to snap her hips. Her chest heaved up and down,
the thick strap around her waist preventing her from sucking in enough air. She
murmured unintelligible words, the pain too much for her to bear.
Junior could not believe how good her cunt felt. There is nothing like
fucking a girl in pain. A body in pain fights it, the muscles tightening up,
all reactions are to stop the intruder. In this case, her pussy gripped down on
the hard cock, trying to push it out. The tight bondage prevented this, her
pussy clenching and unclenching on the hard cock only exciting it and bringing
more pleasure to him. "Hot damn, what the fuck happened?"
"You like that, huh, Junior. The heavy, rigid wooden bench would not
allow any cushion to the fuck. Your cock probably slammed and bruised her
cervix. In addition, you banged against her already painfully spread crotch,
feeling like you were going to tear her up the middle as she was spread
painfully more. Her body fights you, squeezing your cock, bringing you such
nice pleasure."
"Pump her a few more times, you'll get the same reaction. Not like a
regular fuck where once you open them up they're loose. No, she'll scream and
fight as much the last fuck in as the first."
Junior ran his fingers over her face, wiping the tears from her pain
contoured face. "Did you like that Becky?"
"God, please, you're killing me," even his cock twitching inside her
bringing about fresh pain. "No more, please, no more," she begged.
"Pump her again," she heard them yelling. "Make her scream again."
Needing no further encouragement, "take a deep breath Becky, gonna fuck
you hard." He pulled his cock out until only the head was captured by her
pulsating pussy then shoved back in again, a brutal rape that knocked the wind
from her lungs. While she was still screaming, he pulled out and fucked back in
again, his cock hitting her cervix hard, knowing that he was bruising her tender
insides. Twice more he pumped her, her screams continuous, her pussy
contractions pleasuring his cock beyond belief. He pulled his cock out until
only the head was trapped, watching her pussy spasm on the raping weapon.
"We'll take 10 of those. Damn, we'll have so many happy customers thinking they
got the mightiest weapon in the world."
Becky slumped down, finally fainting from the extreme pain. She did not
even feel Junior pulling his cock out of her pussy.
"Somebody get Becky some smelling salts. I guess we'll use Sara for the
next demonstration. Step over here and someone get Sara." Michael pointed to
the corner of the room.
"What have you done to my daughter?" as she was released from the bench,
still dizzy from being almost upside down for so long. "I heard her screaming."
"I wouldn't worry about what we did to her, I would worry about what we
are going to do to you?" Steve dragged her into the next room.
"This is our assortment of chairs. We have the restraint chair, the
torture chair and the confession chair. The restraint chair is a basic wooden
chair. All of these are made of wood. We find that wood is so imposing, and
they do such a wonderful job of securing the victim with little chance of
escaping. This one is the restraint chair," pushing Sara into a massive wooden
structure. The chair had wide wooden arms with metal rings in the arms, legs
and back of the chair. Sara was pushed into the chair, her head pushed against
the backrest, a large metal band snapped around her neck. "I like to make it
tight, tight enough where they can barely breathe. It cuts down on the amount
of fighting they do. They have to spend so much energy just to breathe." Her
arms were next, metal rings for her forearms and wrists attaching her bent arm
onto the armrest. Two metal rings at her ankle, two on her thighs, just above
the knees kept her secure in the chair.
"As you can see, Sara is now completely immobilized. This chair is good
for making victims watch, as in the case of her and Becky, making her watch as
you torture Becky. No amounting of fighting would allow her to escape. There
is not much chance of molesting the victim while in this chair, the limbs are
too close to each other, not like some of the others where the victim can be
spread."
They pulled Sara out of the chair and pushed her into the next, the
confession chair. "The head is restrained by a leather strap tied around the
victim's neck. It is attached to the upper part of the chair and can be made as
tight as required. The arms are spread straight out to the side and attached in
two places, upper arm and wrist to a large plank running the width of the top.
The sheer weight of this piece and the tightness on the neck again gives the
victim no chance for hope. Another great feature of wood is that it allows you
to rough up the piece, be it the back or seat, allowing the victim to get
slivers in her body, often in their sex or anus. Very painful especially if you
can continue to make the victim move about."
"You can also take a more active role in molesting or torturing the
victim in this chair. Let's secure poor Sara's legs. See, more metal rings,
making for quick binding, no need to tie and untie rope. Rings encircling her
thighs and also her ankles keeps her limbs rigid. Her arms are held up high and
to the outside, giving unfettered access to her hanging breasts. Good position
for whipping or just hanging some nice jewelry on them. Now the best part, the
legs." Michael began to pull outward on them, her legs spreading out to the
side. "You can make her sex as available and open as you desire. From just a
bit, to tease and inspire, to an obscene spread."
Sara could just barely breathe, the strap around her neck too tight.
Her arms were bound tightly to the wood plank. She felt Michael's hands playing
with her breasts, lifting them up for the others to see, talking about how they
could torture and whip them. She trembled in fear, hoping that he was just
talking, and that was not what he was going to do. Her legs were bound to the
heavy wooden planks, pins and needles already prickling them as they had secured
the rings tightly. Oh God, they were spreading her open again. She blushed as
they stared up between her legs, her pink pussy gaping wide, her pussy lips
open. "No more," she begged, but they continued to spread them, her crotch
beginning to ache.
"There is an almost unlimited spread of the legs, the planks will go to
over 110 degrees wide, farther then the limbs will. There is a locking
mechanism to make sure the victim cannot close her legs. One more chair which I
think you will like even better."
"This one is called the torture chair. This is similar to the
confession chair except for some positive differences. Let's place Sara in it
and let her try it out." Sara was pulled from the other chair and placed in the
torture chair. "You will notice the seat has a slanted back to it, forcing the
victim to the edge, leaving their sex open, from pussy to asshole. The arms are
secured to hanging rings from the end of the pillory secured to the top of the
chair. This still leaves their breasts open and unprotected. The neck is
secured within a metal ring attached to the same pillory. I enjoy the feel of
metal around the neck better then the leather strap. So much more imposing and
less give in it. See how Sara is having trouble swallowing, the metal giving no
headway.
The legs are much better then the confession chair. A metal screw runs
from the base up to the bottom of the seat. Attached to the screw are two metal
stirrups that are also attached to wooden struts at the bottom. The screw
allows for the adjustment of the width of the spread between the two stirrups.
You can go from legs together, to a complete spread that would literally split
the victim up her crotch. The victim's thighs are placed in the stirrups, just
above the knees and the metal rings are clamped shut." They placed Sara in the
stirrups and ratcheted them open, watching as her pussy opened up like a spring
flower. Her ankles were secured with metal rings on the base, preventing any
movement. "Notice how her legs tend to bow out, the more the spread. Makes for
a lovely touch. Notice how more open she is, her sex hanging open over the
edge. Great for some toys"
Would you like to try out Sara, Mr. Smith? I have a nice tool that you
can use on her and watch how well she is restrained."
"What is it?"
It's called The Brutal Tool. He pulled out a large metal device looking
like a long dildo with a handle. It stood about three feet long, looking like a
giant cock, complete with a bulbous head. It was about three inches in
diameter, a very imposing instrument."
"Don't put that in my, please, it will tear me up!"
"No Sara, this wouldn't hurt much. You might have to stretch a little
to take it in your pussy, but it wouldn't tear you up. Now this will!" He hit
a lever on the side of the dildo. The head began to pull back on the inside,
revealing a large metal ball on the end of a metal pole. The ball was not bad
by itself, but it was covered with sharp barbs, over forty of them completely
encircling the ball. "It wouldn't hurt much going in, but on the way out it
will feel like it is dragging out your womb."
Mr. Smith grabbed the pain weapon, "spread her open a little more, I
want it to hurt." They grabbed her legs and pulled outward, locking in the
stirrups as she groaned in pain, her legs now almost at a right angle. His
fingers reached down to her pussy and began to masturbate her, his fingers
playing up and down her slit, circling her hole, rubbing over her exposed clit.
"You better get wet for me or it will hurt like hell going in, Sara." He
continued to masturbate her, two fingers now squeezed up her cunt. "For you
age, you sure are tight, didn't your husband ever fuck you?"
They all watched, entranced as Mr. Smith finger fucked Sara, watching
his fingers become wet as the plunged in and out of her pussy. Two fingers
became three, stretching her open. "Come'on Sara, get wetter, you can do it.
Your daughter did, she probably got it from you," his fingers encouraging her to
cream for him. They plunged in and out, the sound of slick fingers sliding in
and out, his other hand grabbing her clit between two fingers and pinching it
hard.
"OWW," she cried, her clit hurting from the sharp pinch, her pussy
sucking the fingers in deeper. When would they stop humiliating Becky and her,
watching as they masturbated them for their enjoyment?
"Yeah," pinching her clit again, "that's good, just needs a little pain
to get you wet. Twist her nipples" he asked one of them. Four fingers now
sliding effortlessly in her soaking wet pussy, "look at how much cream she is
putting out."
Sara squirmed, her nipples hurt as thick fingers pinched them
unmercifully, her clit swollen, clamped tightly between punishing fingers and
four fat fingers fucking in and out of her pussy. But she was so wet!
Mr. Smith pulled his fingers from her pussy, wiping them on her thighs,
leaving a trail sticking to her skin. "God this cunt can really cream. You
ready for a fucking with the punishment dildo, Sara?"
He grabbed the menacing weapon, running the head of it up and down her
pussy slit, the metal glistening in the light from her wetness. He pushed it
against her hole, slowly applying pressure, watching as her pussy slowly opened
to engulf the large head. "Come'on Sara, swallow the head, that's good," her
pussy grasping the three inch head tightly, stretched around it like a rubber
band. "Want me to feed you some of it?" he teased her, slowly pushing the dildo
inside her, watching her pussy swallow up the instrument.
Sara almost forgot the bad part of the dildo as her pussy sucked in the
hard weapon, grasping the inanimate object as if it was a lover. She tightened
up, remember the cruel barbed ball snuggled inside the head, waiting to get out
and tear her sensitive flesh. "No, don't open it up inside me, just fuck me
with it closed," she begged.
Mr. Smith gave it one last push, burying it deep inside her. He wanted
her to feel it as he pulled it from her pussy.
Sara heard the click and could feel her pussy walls collapse as the
metal head retracted inward, leaving her pussy closing in on the barbs.
"NNOOO," she cried, feeling the barbs touching the insides of her pussy tract,
already hurting and they did not even begin to move yet.
"Can you feel it inside you, Sara? The only way it's going to come out
is to drag painfully along your pussy, scratching and tearing your flesh as it
does." Mr. Smith gave it a sharp yank, dragging it almost all the way out of
her pussy before stopping. She screamed, even louder then Becky had, as her
pussy was torn and scratched from the barbed ball. Her legs were rigid, unable
to escape, bound tightly, her pussy being abused for their pleasure. Mr. Smith
waited as she huffed and puffed, unable to catch her breath as the pain shot
from her groin.
"You're tearing me up, take it out, sloowwwly," she begged, her eyes
watching his. She tensed up when she saw him push it back in. She could not
move, her head bound tightly, her wrists anchored to the pillory, her legs,
bound and rigid, spread wide. She could only lay there, scream and take the
pain as her pussy was abraded by the barbed probe slicing inside her. Another
quick jerk out and back in, the barb ball on the end pressed painfully against
her cervix.
"Hold on Sara, I'm going to twist it inside you." Before she could
react he twirled the handle of the cruel instrument, seeing her body shudder in
pain as the barbs twirled deep inside her pussy. He yanked it out hard, making
sure that he ran the barb ball up and down her slit, paying special attention to
rubbing it over her swollen clit. Her screams were continuous, her begging and
pleading falling on deaf ears.
"I'll take one of the chairs and The Brutal Tool. I have one club in
Thailand that can use this. They turn over the girls fairly quickly, they
really abuse them bad."
"How about something like stocks, crosses or benches? Most of my
customers like the girls bent over, their assholes and pussy available from the
rear."
"I have one that is very versatile. It is a great motivator for the
girl to give the best blowjob of her life, even the reluctant ones will suck
like a pro. "
"How come?"
"We will need Becky and Sara for this one. This is called the
Punishment Blocks. It is very versatile and can be used in three different
ways."
Steve had pulled Becky over, hanging her rope bound wrists over the
suspension hooks. It was basically a large hook connected to the wall by a
supported metal bar about three feet long. It was over nine feet from the
ground. Becky groaned in pain as her entire weight was supported by her bound
hands, her body hanging limply, unable to reach the ground. Steve ran his hands
around her hips, pulling her close to him, his fingers searching out her pussy,
two fingers shoving painfully in as her body shook in pain. "Got to get you wet
for this one," his fingers continuing its forced masturbation of her body.
Sara was pulled over to the punishment blocks. The put her in the bent
over position. Her ankles were trapped in a pair of wooden stocks at the base
at one end. She was bent over, her tits resting on the wooden board sticking
out from the other wooden support, this one sticking up almost four feet high.
Her arms were pulled down the wooden support until they were stretched straight
out and locked in two metal clamps, one on each side. er HHer head was pushed
forward, a wooden pillory slipped into the slots in the support until it pushed
painfully against her neck. She heard the click and she knew she was trapped.
"The spread of her legs can be increased and you will notice that her
breasts hang down freely and are accessible on both sides to whatever instrument
you desire to use on them. This leaves her pussy and asshole open for whatever
punishment your want or make her sexually available. Now if Steve is finished
getting little Becky wet, we can show you the other uses."
Sara was released and brought over to the other punishment block.
"You will notice that there is a wooden, saw toothed piece that runs
from a block next to where Sara's feet were secured in the bent over position
and runs up at a forty five degree angle and is secured in the large wooden
support, right below where her head was clamped in. This piece can be made as
sharp or dull as you want and can also be roughed up so that it leaves slivers.
Sara and Becky will be secured in the blocks, one facing the foot stocks the
other sitting on the foot stocks, each with their sex or asshole perched
painfully on the saw teeth."
"I put Sara facing the foot stocks, her arms tied behind her back and
secured to the metal rings under the wooden board that her tits were resting on
before. This board now is jabbing into her back, thrusting her tits out,
arching her back painfully. Her ankles are pulled back and secured to the same
rings that her wrists were previously, her knees on the base, but her ankles up
higher, forcing her body to lean forward. Her sex is riding on the wooden saw
teeth and as you can see from the grimace on her face, it is very painful. Any
movement, and her pussy would be torn by the sharp teeth and she could be
inspired to move about with a nice whip."
"Becky is suffering the same fate, but under different circumstances.
She is facing the large wooden support, but sitting on the low wooden stocks
that held Sara's feet the first time. Her ankles are secured just like Sara's,
in the rings at the base of the wooden support. Her arms are pulled forward and
secured to the rings under the wooden board. Her body is leaning backwards, the
pull of her ankles greater then those on her wrists. This results in her
asshole resting painfully on the saw tooth blades. Again, movement inspired by
a whip would make a very painful experience for Becky."
Becky watched her mother and knew what she was experiencing. They had
gagged them both first before subjecting their sex to the painful saw tooth
blades. The screams would have been too loud. They both moved about on the
painful teeth, unable to sit still and suffer the painful cutting of their
delicate sex, but only succeeding to do more damage.
"We also have a wide selection of crosses. They are high quality,
wooden crucifixes, with a wide variety of designs, depending on your purpose.
The victim can be affixed in the standard "X" spread, there limbs attached to
each piece, with the "X" adjustable as to spread. The victim can also be hung
by her wrists, a painful position with her legs bent at the knees and pulled up
and tied behind her. Her legs would still be spread obscenely, but it leaves
her with all of her weight supported by the painful wrist bondage. You can also
turn her upside down, her legs spread wide, a beautiful position for pussy
whipping. You can get a lot of force in each blow. Such a lovely sight to see
the victim shaking the cross as she endures each punishing blow. It also has a
tendency to dis-orient the victim, the blood rushing to her head making her
dizzy. We even have one that allows the victims limbs to be twisted at angles,
either the arms or legs, making for the victims sex or breasts to be thrust out
prominently."
"My favorite is the drill. Steve, put Sara on it. You will notice that
it looks like a circular lathe. A large metal support with a large metal tube
sticking out at a right angle to the end. This tube is over six inches in
diameter and is built to support the weight of a female. A large circular metal
disk is secured around the female's waist securing her tightly to the tube, she
rides it like a horse, her legs encircling it. A chain is attached to the tube
and at the other end a ring secures around the females neck, keeping her firmly
bent over the tube. A metal bar from the neck ring back along her back has two
additional smaller rings to attach to her wrists, pulling them tightly behind
her, the rigidity of the bar keeping her arms up high. This is important
because right beneath her hanging breasts is a metal plate that has large,
upright metal nails. The neck and wrist bondage pushes her tits into these
nails at all times. The unique part is the leg bondage. Instead of securing
the legs with rings or ropes, we have designed simple small buckets, like water
buckets. They are secured by a metal pole at right angle to the metal tube and
hang down about a foot. It a simple, ingenious device. The female's knees are
pushed into the buckets, with some force. Once in, the base can be tightened
with two wing nuts to make the top constrict tighter. This leaves the females
legs bent tightly, her legs thrust out behind her. You do not even have to
secure her ankles, the buckets prevent her from opening her legs.'
"As you can see by the pained look on Sara's face, I failed to mention
one thing. At the end of the tube, where her sex is, there is a large metal
round ball, slightly larger then the tube. On this ball are some very sharp and
painful barbs sticking out over two inches. With the leg bondage and the way
she rides the tube, like a horse, her thighs trap the ball between her legs and
into her open sex."er H
"Now she can be upright, or you can turn the handle and make her upside
down, with her body underneath the tube. One last attachment. We have a second
apparatus, like another lathe, this time it only has a smaller tube on it, with
a handle to make it spin. You can attach a variety of dildo's to it, as you can
see from this one, called the "pussy ripper" it consists of a sharp metal
corkscrewing blade, followed by four rows of metal ridges. You just slide up
behind the bound victim, push in and twist. Both pieces are made to stand the
violent shaking that would ensure when inserted in the victims pussy or
asshole,"
"I see that you are running out of time, but let me show you some of the
better pieces. We have some very modern bondage machines. Long metal poles
that have devices to hold all of the victim's limbs tightly against it. They
have movable joints, allowing to place the victim in whatever position you want
her in, from on her back, legs spread wide, arms out, to upright, legs together.
We have a table that has metal clamps in the corner to secure the victim to, but
in the center is a ridged board running the width of the table, about twelve
inches high. When the victim is secured on her back it forces her sex up and
out. On her stomach, her ass is arched up high. Both positions allow for easy
access to her sex organs. This piece is good for fist fucking either the pussy
or the asshole."
"We also have wheels, various types, each attaches the female to it,
either forwards or backwards and by spinning it around or up and down you can
lower and raise her onto various pieces like spiked dildos, or onto spiked
rollers. Her own weight carries her down on the instruments."
"My favorite is the horses. We have a variety, from ones where the
victim is forced to ride large dildos to ones where her sex is spread and sits
on some form of sharp ridge or saw toothed blade. Most uses the females own
weight to induce the pain but others are built to draw the legs down over the
device."
"Let's go into the office and talk some business. I see that Junior has
already chosen his favorite. I see he has little Becky bound face down on a
spiked torture rack. I love they way he put her legs in the maximum spread of
the wooden stocks. That must be really splitting her up the middle. Her arms
are pulled up and I see him drawing in the ropes, stretching her body until it
is almost broke. Look, he turned on the spikes underneath her slowly, the
spikes moving in a slow painful circle, scratching against her tits, stomach and
pussy. Look at her jump."
"We added a special spike where it would rub against her pussy. It is
about two inches higher then the others. Every revolution it comes around and
pushes extra deep inside the pussy lips and gouges the inner pussy. Watch as
junior jumps on her back."
Becky was in such terrible pain. The gag prevented her screams, but the
pain was so terrible. It felt like her nipples and stomach were being
sandpapered. Her pussy was bad enough with the spikes, now she felt the large
ones rip between her lips and tear her inner flesh. She felt weight on her
back, a naked body, a hard cock rubbing up and down her ass crack. She could
not turn around to see who it was, all she could do was feel as a large cock was
thrust suddenly up her backside, raping her anal passage. It forced her into
the spikes, increasing her pain.
"Don't fuck her, wait for the large spikes," Michael told Junior.
He did and was pleasantly surprised when she fucked up on her own onto
his cock, driving it deeper into her asshole. The pain forced her asshole to
clamp on the cock inside her, massaging the huge rod.
"Just let her ride you until you cum." Michael and his father left the
room, Junior getting the fuck of his life.
Steve grabbed Sara and dragged her over to some of the equipment. "I
still have to finish that ass fuck."
To be continued
