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Strolling back into the main dungeon, I turned directly to Chloe. The various side games, whilst great fun, were delaying my preparations somewhat.

“Chloe. Have you chosen the next player?”

“Yes Master” she said.

She took a card from the pile and walked over to a girl who I had hardly noticed. She was of average height and had that girl next door look. She was not standard model material. She was, however, incredibly sexy and I felt another erection growing in my pants.

“Name?” I said, keeping the excitement out of my voice.

“Keeley” she replied.

“Keeley. Keeley. Keeley.” I said, mock exasperation in my voice. “You have not been listening have you.” She immediately realised her mistake: “Keeley, Master. Sorry Master.”

I held her nipple firmly in my fingers, pretended to think then said: “I am going to let you off Keeley. I think that you are going to try much harder in future.”

“Yes Master. I am Master. Thank you Master.”

“And you are going to start Keeley by wanking me off whilst Chloe explains your fate.”

With that, I shoved my now rock hard penis into her hand. She began stroking and rubbing it as Chloe spoke.

“You are the Number 6. You will sit on a large steel cock. I am afraid that the cock will hurt and stretch you as you mount it. When the clock triggers the switch it will operate a cooling rod inside the cock. The cock will get colder and colder reaching a temperature well below freezing. When it does so, your tender internal wall and your clitoris will stick to the cock. It will feel like you are being burnt….”

Keeley involuntarily flinched, squeezing my cock as she did so. Not at all unpleasant. She carried on rubbing.

“… When the clock reaches 12-00 you will be released from your restraints and whipped until you lift yourself off the cock. As you do so your skin will be ripped from inside you. You will then be given a choice of Bath A, Bath B or Bath C. One contains acid. The other 2 warm soapy water. You will sit in your chosen bath for 5 minutes. If you lose consciousness the clock will be reset. There will be a special surprise in one of the warm baths. Enjoy!”

The timing was immaculate. Just as Chloe finished the explanation, I came, a stream of warm cum dripping down Keeley’s leg.

“Chloe. Lick me clean” I said. Of course, she did exactly as I told her to.

“Right come with me Keeley” I said, attaching her collar.

As we were walking through to the clock dungeon I put my hand on Keeley’s arse. It was perfect. The muscles flexed erotically as she walked. She was clearly no stranger to the gym. Just for the hell of it, I shoved a finger up her arse. She barely flicked.

“Kiss me” I said. And she did. A passionate kiss. Her tongue gently exploring my gums. Her teeth erotically nibbling my lower lip. My erection was soon on its way back. The look that she gave me oozed sex appeal. I was going to have some fun with Keeley.

I looked at the enormous steel cock mounted on the Number 5 and was worried that it would ruin her. I was going to enjoy r****g Keeley and did not want that. At least not yet. But how to change the situation without looking weak. A flash of inspiration.

I whispered to Keeley: “See the steel cock on Number 5. You are going to be put on that. And it will permanently stretch your cunt. You can avoid that if you do me a little favour.”

“Anything Master” her eyes fixed firmly on the large steel cock “I don’t think that I could take that” a tear forming in her eye.

“Well, you are lucky. I find you incredibly sexy. If you agree to act as my spy and my sex slave, I will make things a little easier for you. I want you to report back to me any plots that the other girls make. However silly they may be. I am sure that you understand the sex slave bit. Understood.”

“Yes Master. Thank you Master.”

Louder now: “Sorry Keeley, I have put the plain vibrator on the saddle. You need the polar version!”

I unscrewed the enormous cock on the number 5 saddle and replaced it with one that was no more than half the size (although it was still 3 inches in girth). I also smeared the cock in lube, which I had not intended to do. I really was spoiling her. Then, I helped Keeley onto the saddle, placed the end of the cock in her cunt and supported her as she slowly slid down it.

The pain was still significant. Keeley gasped and moaned as her cunt stretched over the unyielding metal. It was soon over and Keeley appeared relatively comfortable as I strapped her hands and feet into the saddle cuffs.

Unlike the others I did not leave Keeley with any unpleasant parting shots.

Back in the main dungeon I asked Chloe if she was ready for the next selection.

“Yes Master” she said, grabbing a card and strolling over to Zoe.
Zoe still had the clothes pegs attached to each nipple. I removed them before Chloe began to speak. She squealed in pain as the blood ran back into her nipples but soon regained her composure.

“You will sit on number 9” said Chloe. “You will have a steel cock in both your cunt and your arse. You will also be wearing a specially adapted bra. All 3 will be connected with plastic tubing. The clock will flick the switch on a kettle. The safety cut out has been removed from the kettle and it will continue to boil until all the water has turned to steam. The steam will travel along the tubing to your tits, your cunt or your arse. You will then be turned upside down and a funnel inserted in your cunt or arse (your choice). A cup of coffee will be made by pouring the ingredients into the funnel. You will then drink the beverage that emerges when you are turned back over.”

“Are you looking forward to that Zoe?”

“Yes Master” she said quickly, not wanting the clothes pegs to be put back on.

“Good. Well let’s go then.” And I led her by her sore nipple into the clock room. There was no chance of her rebelling.

“I think that we will play a little game Zoe. Would you like A, B or C?”

“B Master” she replied hesitantly.

I grabbed the tube marked “B” from my bag and smeared it liberally on both of the steel cocks.

“Now Zoe. You have 2 minutes to get yourself onto both cocks. The punishment for failure will be severe.”

Zoe quickly climbed on the saddle. She positioned herself over both cocks and began to slide down. A pause for a moment as the tip of the cocks penetrated her arse and cunt. A nod and she lowered herself further, taking almost half of the cocks inside her. It was then that she screamed and pulled herself quickly up. “Deep Heat” obviously takes a little while to register. I said nothing as I watched Zoe attempting to rub the Deep Heat away. It made no difference; in fact it just got hotter the more she rubbed. I watched the clock as the seconds ticked by. When Zoe finally got herself onto the saddle, over 3 minutes had passed. I said nothing, just securing her feet and hands in the normal positions. I then put the plastic bra onto Zoe and connected the tubing to the kettle (which sat in front of Zoe in full view).

I turned to walk away, then swivelled back.

“Are you too stupid to tell the time bitch?”

“No Master.”

“So you deliberately took too long to get yourself on the saddle did you?”

“I am going to have to remind you about timekeeping I think.”

I went over to the toy cupboard and retrieved a set of tanners’ punches. This was the equipment that tanners use to make the neat holes in belts. I walked over to Zoe, pulled her cunt lips out as far as they would go and made a neat hole through both lips with the tanners’ punch. By Zoe’s reaction I guessed that she did not want to be a belt! I fed a ring through the neat hole a welded it together with the soldering iron. I couldn’t resist slipping and catching her clit. Clumsy me.

I then attached a chain to the ring, fed it round the beam in front of her and hung my pocket watch off the other end. She would not forget the time again.

Part 6

Back in the main dungeon I nodded to Chloe to select another card. She wasted no time before she walked over to the next lucky girl. It was another girl who had been anonymous so far.

“Name” I said.

“Tara, Master” she replied. There was a hint of a sneer but not enough that I could be sure.

Chloe began to read. I sensed straight away that she was less unhappy to be delivering the news to Tara. I wondered whether she genuinely did not like her and, if so, what torture she would have chosen.

The answer to my question arrived when she said: “You will be Number 1.” I was particularly proud of this one.

“Your saddle is not quite as comfortable as the others. It is an old-fashioned wooden horse with a sharp point all the way along its length. In the centre is a thin steel cock. It will not support any of your weight, which will all be taken on your clit, perineum and arsehole. Large weights will be attached to your nipples. If you lean back, the weights will be lifted by your nipples. This will hurt. A lot. Your nipples will be stretched and are unlikely to return to their normal size if the weights are held for a long time. If you lean forward, to take the weight off your nipples, this will activate a circuit which will randomly select one of the following: (a) electric shocks of varying length and intensity to your nipples; (b) electricity running constantly through the point of the wooden horse, shocking your clit, perineum and arsehole; (c) vibrations of the horse causing you to bounce up and down on the point; and (d) twisting of the steel cock which will release the swarm of wasps trapped inside. Programmes (a) to (c) will each run for 2 minutes. Once opened, the wasps will be given free access to the inside of your cunt. If the weights are still touching when the 2 minutes has expired, a further programme will be selected.

You will be positioned on the saddle with the steel cock inside you. As the clock strikes one the supports will be taken away and you will be dropped onto the sharp edge of the wooden horse. You will also be taking the weight on your nipples. What happens next, you decide?”

I went over to Chloe and whispered in her ear. She smiled, then nodded her head gently. I had asked her whether she wished to further torture Tara by ensuring that her nipples were stung by the wasps before the clamps were placed on them. She did.

“Tell Tara the good news Chloe.”

“Before the clamps are placed on your nipples to take the weights, each of them will be stung at least once by a wasp. That will teach you for being such a bitch.”

“And I will add a little surprise as well” I said, smiling at Chloe. “Time to go Tara.”

Given the severity of the torture and given the slight sneer in her voice. I was taking no chances with Tara. I grabbed the cattle prod, stuck one prong up her arse and pressed the button. Just for a short time. But she got the gist. She let out an ear piercing scream. I unlocked her cuffs and kept the prod shoved hard up her arse. She staggered into the clock room.

A low moan escaped from Tara’s mouth as she saw the predicament of the other girls. Seeing them tied up exactly as described made it clear to her that she would be tortured in the way described by Chloe. She turned to run away but a blast of electricity up her arse stopped her in her tracks. I realised that I would need to get her secured as soon as possible.

Walking her over to the Number 1 station, I pushed her hard towards the saddle. Her hand touched the point of the horse and she quickly withdrew it. She cried with the realisation that she would soon be balanced on the point by her cunt and arse. Directing her feet to the stirrups, I pushed her up, sliding the thin steel cock inside her. It went in easily. The size of the cock was not the point of this exercise. I secured her hands in the cuffs behind her, leaving enough slack so that she could not take any of her weight through her hands. Then her feet were secured, again leaving enough slack so that she would drop down as the stirrups fell away.

Fully secured, I could now take a little time to enjoy myself.

“Let’s start with the branding shall we?”

As I said this, Tara’s face turned to the burning furnace, then to the branded numbers on the other girl’s arses. She understood her fate. Or at least the first part of it.

With little formality, I grabbed the white hot branding iron and held it hard against her left butt cheek. Her skin sizzled and melted away as I held the brand on for longer than necessary. Tara required a little more breaking than some of the others. She screamed. But she did not pass out. She was going to be more of a challenge.

Now for the wasps. I could clearly hear then buzzing around in the nest under the wooden horse. And so could Tara. Pulling a stopper from the side of the horse, I quickly placed a test tube over the resulting hole. Within a minute, 4 wasps had crept into the test tube. I removed the tube and placed a stopper in it. We were ready to go.

Although probably unnecessary, I smeared some honey on each of Tara’s nipples. It would speed up the process. Then, turning the test tube upside down, I removed the stopped and placed the open end firmly over her left nipple.

Tara was almost hysterical. Wasps were the tough girl’s phobia. How lucky.

The wasps flew around for a few seconds then, smelling the honey, all 4 swooped down onto her nipple. Tara and I were both watching the wasps every move. The difference was that Tara was terrified whilst I was fascinated. I decided to give them 2 minutes. If they had not stung Tara by then, I would move on to the other nipple. I told Tara the plan. Her eyes moved intently to the clock.

30 seconds passed and I was beginning to think that wasps were a little unreliable. I need not have worried. As the honey began to run out the wasps became more and more frantic, swooping down harder and harder each time. When the first wasp found no honey, it dug deep into Tara’s nipple, releasing its sting. Tara howled in shock and pain. I could see her nipple immediately begin to swell. Unfortunately for Tara, 2 of the other wasps saw the swelling as a threat and stuck their sting deep into the nipple as well. Tara was sobbing incoherently by this stage. By the time that a minute had passed, Tara had at least 6 stings in her nipple. It was swelling at a staggering rate.

Onto the other nipple. As I pressed the test tube onto Tara’s right nipple, the wasps immediately smelt the honey and flew down. She shuddered as she could feel the honey being hungrily consumed. She now knew what would happen when the honey ran out! Which took about 40 seconds this time. A fight ensued between 2 of the wasps, which resulted in at least 3 stings to Tara’s nipple. The last one must have really hurt because a stream of piss suddenly ran down the side of the wooden horse.

“Time” I said “for your little surprise.”

Opening up the test tube, I gently grabbed one of the wasps with a set of tweezers. It buzzed angrily, its legs frantically flapping in the air. Walking over to the wooden horse, I parted the lips of Tara’s cunt, exposing her clit. I rubbed it, until it was throbbing. Tara was going almost insane, chanting “No” over and over again. I held her tight as I pushed the tweezers onto her most sensitive bud.

This time the wasp was already angry and he wasted no time. He repeatedly stung Tara on the clit, as I held him in position. On the fourth sting, she passed out, slumping forward in her bonds. Wasps are such fun!

After 5 minutes or so, I woke Tara with the smelling salts. She moaned as all of her senses were regained. The swelling in her nipples and clit looked very sore to me!

“Time to finish. Other girls to sort.”

I showed Tara the cruel clamps that would be attached to each nipple. They were like a small section of tube, maybe ½ inch long, with a hinge down one side. The hinge was open at the moment and Tara could see the 3 spikes that would soon be pushed through the side of her grossly swollen nipple. In fact, her nipples were so swollen that I was worried whether they would fit in the tube. They might take some persuasion.

“You can’t, my nipples are so sore” Tara said.

Without a word, I punched her hard on the right tit, the perfect globe sinking under the impact. I repeated the treatment on her left tit. Tara screamed, drool dribbling out of her mouth and down her tit.

“Listen carefully bitch. You address me as Master. You do not speak unless I tell you to. You do not ever tell me what to do or not do. Is that understood?”

“Yes Master” she whimpered.

“I have punished you for 2 of those offences. One to go.”

I smiled as an idea came to me. An idea inspired by the drool running down her tit.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, bitch” I ordered

There was almost no hesitation before she complied. Taking a clothes peg from the table, I squeezed it open. Tara could clearly see the spike in the middle. But not for long as I let the peg clamp shut on the end of her tongue. The peg now hung from her tongue, making it impossible for her to speak or to get her tongue back into her mouth. It was about 30 seconds before she started to drool, stream after stream of drool running down her tits. She began to cry with the humiliation.

Back to the task in hand, I grabbed Tara’s left tit, and squeezed the clamp shut on her nipple. The scream was inhuman. I had to use all of my strength to enclose her horribly swollen bud. When I had got it shut, I quickly grabbed the soldering iron and sealed it. The heat provoked another yelp from Tara. I repeated the process with her right nipple. The stainless steel clamps glistened in the harsh light. She looked absolutely stunning.

“Now Tara. Let’s get the weights attached.”

Tara glanced across for the first time at the enormous weights that were sitting on the metal contact pad. I saw her mouth drop open even further and she again began to cry.

“Don’t worry” I said “you will not be taking the weight. Yet!”

I fed the chain from each weight through the pulley in the ceiling, then clicked one to each nipple clamp, making sure that there was no slack in the chain. The chain was gently pulling each of Tara’s nipples slightly forward.

“Actually Tara, I lied. You are going to test them. I would not want it to be too much of a shock when the clock strikes one. Now lean back and take the weight. 30 seconds should be enough I think. Then you can rest.”

She again hesitated for slightly too long. A strike of the cane across her taut stomach soon got her leaning back.

As she leant back, the weights did not move. Tara’s tits and nipples just stretched further and further. Tara was wailing with pain. I was worried that I had made the weights too heavy and that her nipples would be ripped off. Then, with a loud scream from Tara, the weights lifted off the contact pad. She screamed constantly as she held the weights up by her nipples, the weights swinging more and more severely as she trembled. Then, down they went.

“Oh dear Tara. Only 10 seconds. Off you go again” I said, whipping her with the cane on her stomach.

It seemed to hurt even more this time. Sweat poured off Tara’s brow as she struggled to get the weights up. Finally, with a gut wrenching squeal, she managed it. This time a constant low groan was all that Tara could manage. She was almost delirious with pain.

20 seconds gone and Tara was flagging, the weights getting closer and closer to the pad.

“Here, let me help you” I said, standing behind Tara and holding her shoulders so that she could not let the weights down.

She screamed and screamed as I held her there for another 20 seconds, her nipples and tits stretching further and further with the enormous strain. She shot forward as I let go. The drool, sweat and tears were flowing uncontrollably down her tits and stomach. It was one of the most erotic sights that I had ever seen.

I walked I front of Tara and kissed her hard on the lips, the clothes peg tickling my lip as I did so.

“Right Tara. You have a little rest. I need to go and get the next girl. Now, what do you say?”

A look of confusion, then: “Thank you Master.”

“Thank you for what?”

“Thank you Master for spending so much time with me and for helping me hold up the weights.”

“That is a pleasure Tara. But when the clock strikes one, you will be on your own. It is hold the weight or get the surprise. The choice is yours. Now rest my darling.”

I kissed her again, before walking out of the dungeon. That had been fun.

Part 7

“Right Chloe. Have you got the next card ready?”

“Yes Master” she said.

She strolled over to a girl at the far end of the room, petite with bobbed, dark hair and deep brown eyes. She was wearing a nipple-less lacy red bra and crutch-less knickers. She had obviously not been very assertive when the girls were ‘selecting’ the underwear. The panic in her eyes revealed that there was little fight in this one.

“Cock-sucking whore, you are the number 2. You will be placed on a saddle with steel cocks inserted up your cunt and arse. Metal contacts will also be attached to your nipples, ears, nose and clitoris. When the clock strikes 2, you will receive random electric shocks of varying intensity through some or all of the contact points. This will continue for 55 minutes until the clock strikes 12. You will then have a choice – The current will be through all contact points. You decide the length and intensity. Full power for 5 minutes or half power for 10 minutes.”

“Come with me” I said “releasing her cuffs.” She came without a murmour.

Once inside the clock room, I instructed her to mount the saddle. No lubrication offered or requested.

She grimaced as she tried to slide down the cocks. I could see the skin being painfully stretched as she desperately tried to get the cocks inside her. A look of terror was in her eye as she saw me watching impatiently. With a shriek of pain, she suddenly slid down onto the saddle, tears streaming down her face. I secured her hands and feet in the cuffs and attached all of the clips to her nipples, ears, nose and clit, deciding whether to have any further fun with this girl. She was almost too impassive to be exciting. Almost!

“Would you like to suck my cock, you cock-sucking whore?” I asked gently.

A slight pause then: “Yes Master. Thank you Master.”

“Well, you have got 2 minutes to make me cum, or you will be punished. Ok.”

“Yes Master.”

I stood with my legs astride the saddle and placed my still flaccid cock between her lips. To be fair, she was surprisingly good. As she sucked and licked, my cock soon reached its erect state. And if I had let myself go, I could have cum. Unfortunately for her, I had decided a novel punishment and was determined to use it.

I came as the clock reached 3 minutes. She swallowed every last drop, heaving as she did so. Clearly a girl that was as good looking as her didn’t need to swallow in the real world!

For a moment she looked relieved. The feeling was short lived, however, as I pointed to the clock. A look of sheer terror crossed her face.

“Sorry Master. I tried my best. I really did” she whispered.

“I know you did my darling. But you understand that I still have to punish you, don’t you?”

“Yes Master” she said, her head bowed and a tear forming in her eye.

Reaching into my bag of tricks, I pulled out a jar of honey and smeared it liberally all over her clit. The next jam jar contained the stinging ants. I tipped them onto the saddle. There were more of them than I had thought. The saddle soon became a moving black mass. And all of the ants were heading for the honey.

A look of sheer panic crossed her face as the first of the ants reached the honey. Then relief. I could see that the ants were eating the honey, which seemed to tickle her clit. Were these insects going to let me down?

I need not have worried. Within seconds her cunt and clit were covered in ants. Some of them were crawling up the metal cock and nestling inside her cunt. The look of anguish on her face was clear. She had obviously never had insects inside her before!

It took approximately 45 seconds for all of the honey to disappear. It was at that point that the ants became angry. And they started to sting and bite at will. Before long she was screaming in agony and begging me to get them off her. Angry red marks were appearing on her cunt lips, which we also beginning to swell alarmingly.

I left her for another 30 seconds before I whispered in her ear: “Do you want me to get them off you?”

By now she was hyperventilating with pain and shock. “Yes Master. Please Master. I will do anything.”

“Well you are wired up to the mains as you know. Would you like me to put the power up to full and kill those ants with a 30 second burst of electricity? Your choice” I smiled.

Doubt crossed her face for about 10 seconds. Then, as another ant stung her, she screamed: “Yes Master. Please do it now Master.”

I slowly picked up the control box, turned the power to full, the timer to 30 seconds and moved my finger over the switch: “Are you sure” I said “this will cause you a lot of pain.”

“Yes Master. Please Master. I can’t stand this any longer.”

With that, I pressed the button. The current surged through the metal cocks inside her and through the wires into her nipples, clit, ears and nose. Her body arched up in agony, an ear piercing yelp escaping her lips. The cocks sizzled as piss streamed from her cunt. This at least cooled the contact point on her clit. She had no such luck with the other contacts and a wisp of smoke began to rise from the contacts on her nipples, ears and nose. I could see the skin burning underneath them. And still the ear piercing yelp continued. By the time 30 seconds had passed, she had feinted, slumping forward in her bonds. But most of the ants were dead. She had her wish!

I decided to move onto the next girl.

[To be continued…]






Strolling back into the main dungeon, I turned directly to Chloe. The various side games, whilst great fun, were delaying my preparations somewhat.

“Chloe. Have you chosen the next player?”

“Yes Master” she said.

She took a card from the pile and walked over to a girl who I had hardly noticed. She was of average height and had that girl next door look. She was not standard model material. She was, however, incredibly sexy and I felt another erection growing in my pants.

“Name?” I said, keeping the excitement out of my voice.

“Keeley” she replied.

“Keeley. Keeley. Keeley.” I said, mock exasperation in my voice. “You have not been listening have you.” She immediately realised her mistake: “Keeley, Master. Sorry Master.”

I held her nipple firmly in my fingers, pretended to think then said: “I am going to let you off Keeley. I think that you are going to try much harder in future.”

“Yes Master. I am Master. Thank you Master.”

“And you are going to start Keeley by wanking me off whilst Chloe explains your fate.”

With that, I shoved my now rock hard penis into her hand. She began stroking and rubbing it as Chloe spoke.

“You are the Number 6. You will sit on a large steel cock. I am afraid that the cock will hurt and stretch you as you mount it. When the clock triggers the switch it will operate a cooling rod inside the cock. The cock will get colder and colder reaching a temperature well below freezing. When it does so, your tender internal wall and your clitoris will stick to the cock. It will feel like you are being burnt….”

Keeley involuntarily flinched, squeezing my cock as she did so. Not at all unpleasant. She carried on rubbing.

“… When the clock reaches 12-00 you will be released from your restraints and whipped until you lift yourself off the cock. As you do so your skin will be ripped from inside you. You will then be given a choice of Bath A, Bath B or Bath C. One contains acid. The other 2 warm soapy water. You will sit in your chosen bath for 5 minutes. If you lose consciousness the clock will be reset. There will be a special surprise in one of the warm baths. Enjoy!”

The timing was immaculate. Just as Chloe finished the explanation, I came, a stream of warm cum dripping down Keeley’s leg.

“Chloe. Lick me clean” I said. Of course, she did exactly as I told her to.

“Right come with me Keeley” I said, attaching her collar.

As we were walking through to the clock dungeon I put my hand on Keeley’s arse. It was perfect. The muscles flexed erotically as she walked. She was clearly no stranger to the gym. Just for the hell of it, I shoved a finger up her arse. She barely flicked.

“Kiss me” I said. And she did. A passionate kiss. Her tongue gently exploring my gums. Her teeth erotically nibbling my lower lip. My erection was soon on its way back. The look that she gave me oozed sex appeal. I was going to have some fun with Keeley.

I looked at the enormous steel cock mounted on the Number 5 and was worried that it would ruin her. I was going to enjoy r****g Keeley and did not want that. At least not yet. But how to change the situation without looking weak. A flash of inspiration.

I whispered to Keeley: “See the steel cock on Number 5. You are going to be put on that. And it will permanently stretch your cunt. You can avoid that if you do me a little favour.”

“Anything Master” her eyes fixed firmly on the large steel cock “I don’t think that I could take that” a tear forming in her eye.

“Well, you are lucky. I find you incredibly sexy. If you agree to act as my spy and my sex slave, I will make things a little easier for you. I want you to report back to me any plots that the other girls make. However silly they may be. I am sure that you understand the sex slave bit. Understood.”

“Yes Master. Thank you Master.”

Louder now: “Sorry Keeley, I have put the plain vibrator on the saddle. You need the polar version!”

I unscrewed the enormous cock on the number 5 saddle and replaced it with one that was no more than half the size (although it was still 3 inches in girth). I also smeared the cock in lube, which I had not intended to do. I really was spoiling her. Then, I helped Keeley onto the saddle, placed the end of the cock in her cunt and supported her as she slowly slid down it.

The pain was still significant. Keeley gasped and moaned as her cunt stretched over the unyielding metal. It was soon over and Keeley appeared relatively comfortable as I strapped her hands and feet into the saddle cuffs.

Unlike the others I did not leave Keeley with any unpleasant parting shots.

Back in the main dungeon I asked Chloe if she was ready for the next selection.

“Yes Master” she said, grabbing a card and strolling over to Zoe.
Zoe still had the clothes pegs attached to each nipple. I removed them before Chloe began to speak. She squealed in pain as the blood ran back into her nipples but soon regained her composure.

“You will sit on number 9” said Chloe. “You will have a steel cock in both your cunt and your arse. You will also be wearing a specially adapted bra. All 3 will be connected with plastic tubing. The clock will flick the switch on a kettle. The safety cut out has been removed from the kettle and it will continue to boil until all the water has turned to steam. The steam will travel along the tubing to your tits, your cunt or your arse. You will then be turned upside down and a funnel inserted in your cunt or arse (your choice). A cup of coffee will be made by pouring the ingredients into the funnel. You will then drink the beverage that emerges when you are turned back over.”

“Are you looking forward to that Zoe?”

“Yes Master” she said quickly, not wanting the clothes pegs to be put back on.

“Good. Well let’s go then.” And I led her by her sore nipple into the clock room. There was no chance of her rebelling.

“I think that we will play a little game Zoe. Would you like A, B or C?”

“B Master” she replied hesitantly.

I grabbed the tube marked “B” from my bag and smeared it liberally on both of the steel cocks.

“Now Zoe. You have 2 minutes to get yourself onto both cocks. The punishment for failure will be severe.”

Zoe quickly climbed on the saddle. She positioned herself over both cocks and began to slide down. A pause for a moment as the tip of the cocks penetrated her arse and cunt. A nod and she lowered herself further, taking almost half of the cocks inside her. It was then that she screamed and pulled herself quickly up. “Deep Heat” obviously takes a little while to register. I said nothing as I watched Zoe attempting to rub the Deep Heat away. It made no difference; in fact it just got hotter the more she rubbed. I watched the clock as the seconds ticked by. When Zoe finally got herself onto the saddle, over 3 minutes had passed. I said nothing, just securing her feet and hands in the normal positions. I then put the plastic bra onto Zoe and connected the tubing to the kettle (which sat in front of Zoe in full view).

I turned to walk away, then swivelled back.

“Are you too stupid to tell the time bitch?”

“No Master.”

“So you deliberately took too long to get yourself on the saddle did you?”

“I am going to have to remind you about timekeeping I think.”

I went over to the toy cupboard and retrieved a set of tanners’ punches. This was the equipment that tanners use to make the neat holes in belts. I walked over to Zoe, pulled her cunt lips out as far as they would go and made a neat hole through both lips with the tanners’ punch. By Zoe’s reaction I guessed that she did not want to be a belt! I fed a ring through the neat hole a welded it together with the soldering iron. I couldn’t resist slipping and catching her clit. Clumsy me.

I then attached a chain to the ring, fed it round the beam in front of her and hung my pocket watch off the other end. She would not forget the time again.

Part 6

Back in the main dungeon I nodded to Chloe to select another card. She wasted no time before she walked over to the next lucky girl. It was another girl who had been anonymous so far.

“Name” I said.

“Tara, Master” she replied. There was a hint of a sneer but not enough that I could be sure.

Chloe began to read. I sensed straight away that she was less unhappy to be delivering the news to Tara. I wondered whether she genuinely did not like her and, if so, what torture she would have chosen.

The answer to my question arrived when she said: “You will be Number 1.” I was particularly proud of this one.

“Your saddle is not quite as comfortable as the others. It is an old-fashioned wooden horse with a sharp point all the way along its length. In the centre is a thin steel cock. It will not support any of your weight, which will all be taken on your clit, perineum and arsehole. Large weights will be attached to your nipples. If you lean back, the weights will be lifted by your nipples. This will hurt. A lot. Your nipples will be stretched and are unlikely to return to their normal size if the weights are held for a long time. If you lean forward, to take the weight off your nipples, this will activate a circuit which will randomly select one of the following: (a) electric shocks of varying length and intensity to your nipples; (b) electricity running constantly through the point of the wooden horse, shocking your clit, perineum and arsehole; (c) vibrations of the horse causing you to bounce up and down on the point; and (d) twisting of the steel cock which will release the swarm of wasps trapped inside. Programmes (a) to (c) will each run for 2 minutes. Once opened, the wasps will be given free access to the inside of your cunt. If the weights are still touching when the 2 minutes has expired, a further programme will be selected.

You will be positioned on the saddle with the steel cock inside you. As the clock strikes one the supports will be taken away and you will be dropped onto the sharp edge of the wooden horse. You will also be taking the weight on your nipples. What happens next, you decide?”

I went over to Chloe and whispered in her ear. She smiled, then nodded her head gently. I had asked her whether she wished to further torture Tara by ensuring that her nipples were stung by the wasps before the clamps were placed on them. She did.

“Tell Tara the good news Chloe.”

“Before the clamps are placed on your nipples to take the weights, each of them will be stung at least once by a wasp. That will teach you for being such a bitch.”

“And I will add a little surprise as well” I said, smiling at Chloe. “Time to go Tara.”

Given the severity of the torture and given the slight sneer in her voice. I was taking no chances with Tara. I grabbed the cattle prod, stuck one prong up her arse and pressed the button. Just for a short time. But she got the gist. She let out an ear piercing scream. I unlocked her cuffs and kept the prod shoved hard up her arse. She staggered into the clock room.

A low moan escaped from Tara’s mouth as she saw the predicament of the other girls. Seeing them tied up exactly as described made it clear to her that she would be tortured in the way described by Chloe. She turned to run away but a blast of electricity up her arse stopped her in her tracks. I realised that I would need to get her secured as soon as possible.

Walking her over to the Number 1 station, I pushed her hard towards the saddle. Her hand touched the point of the horse and she quickly withdrew it. She cried with the realisation that she would soon be balanced on the point by her cunt and arse. Directing her feet to the stirrups, I pushed her up, sliding the thin steel cock inside her. It went in easily. The size of the cock was not the point of this exercise. I secured her hands in the cuffs behind her, leaving enough slack so that she could not take any of her weight through her hands. Then her feet were secured, again leaving enough slack so that she would drop down as the stirrups fell away.

Fully secured, I could now take a little time to enjoy myself.

“Let’s start with the branding shall we?”

As I said this, Tara’s face turned to the burning furnace, then to the branded numbers on the other girl’s arses. She understood her fate. Or at least the first part of it.

With little formality, I grabbed the white hot branding iron and held it hard against her left butt cheek. Her skin sizzled and melted away as I held the brand on for longer than necessary. Tara required a little more breaking than some of the others. She screamed. But she did not pass out. She was going to be more of a challenge.

Now for the wasps. I could clearly hear then buzzing around in the nest under the wooden horse. And so could Tara. Pulling a stopper from the side of the horse, I quickly placed a test tube over the resulting hole. Within a minute, 4 wasps had crept into the test tube. I removed the tube and placed a stopper in it. We were ready to go.

Although probably unnecessary, I smeared some honey on each of Tara’s nipples. It would speed up the process. Then, turning the test tube upside down, I removed the stopped and placed the open end firmly over her left nipple.

Tara was almost hysterical. Wasps were the tough girl’s phobia. How lucky.

The wasps flew around for a few seconds then, smelling the honey, all 4 swooped down onto her nipple. Tara and I were both watching the wasps every move. The difference was that Tara was terrified whilst I was fascinated. I decided to give them 2 minutes. If they had not stung Tara by then, I would move on to the other nipple. I told Tara the plan. Her eyes moved intently to the clock.

30 seconds passed and I was beginning to think that wasps were a little unreliable. I need not have worried. As the honey began to run out the wasps became more and more frantic, swooping down harder and harder each time. When the first wasp found no honey, it dug deep into Tara’s nipple, releasing its sting. Tara howled in shock and pain. I could see her nipple immediately begin to swell. Unfortunately for Tara, 2 of the other wasps saw the swelling as a threat and stuck their sting deep into the nipple as well. Tara was sobbing incoherently by this stage. By the time that a minute had passed, Tara had at least 6 stings in her nipple. It was swelling at a staggering rate.

Onto the other nipple. As I pressed the test tube onto Tara’s right nipple, the wasps immediately smelt the honey and flew down. She shuddered as she could feel the honey being hungrily consumed. She now knew what would happen when the honey ran out! Which took about 40 seconds this time. A fight ensued between 2 of the wasps, which resulted in at least 3 stings to Tara’s nipple. The last one must have really hurt because a stream of piss suddenly ran down the side of the wooden horse.

“Time” I said “for your little surprise.”

Opening up the test tube, I gently grabbed one of the wasps with a set of tweezers. It buzzed angrily, its legs frantically flapping in the air. Walking over to the wooden horse, I parted the lips of Tara’s cunt, exposing her clit. I rubbed it, until it was throbbing. Tara was going almost insane, chanting “No” over and over again. I held her tight as I pushed the tweezers onto her most sensitive bud.

This time the wasp was already angry and he wasted no time. He repeatedly stung Tara on the clit, as I held him in position. On the fourth sting, she passed out, slumping forward in her bonds. Wasps are such fun!

After 5 minutes or so, I woke Tara with the smelling salts. She moaned as all of her senses were regained. The swelling in her nipples and clit looked very sore to me!

“Time to finish. Other girls to sort.”

I showed Tara the cruel clamps that would be attached to each nipple. They were like a small section of tube, maybe ½ inch long, with a hinge down one side. The hinge was open at the moment and Tara could see the 3 spikes that would soon be pushed through the side of her grossly swollen nipple. In fact, her nipples were so swollen that I was worried whether they would fit in the tube. They might take some persuasion.

“You can’t, my nipples are so sore” Tara said.

Without a word, I punched her hard on the right tit, the perfect globe sinking under the impact. I repeated the treatment on her left tit. Tara screamed, drool dribbling out of her mouth and down her tit.

“Listen carefully bitch. You address me as Master. You do not speak unless I tell you to. You do not ever tell me what to do or not do. Is that understood?”

“Yes Master” she whimpered.

“I have punished you for 2 of those offences. One to go.”

I smiled as an idea came to me. An idea inspired by the drool running down her tit.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, bitch” I ordered

There was almost no hesitation before she complied. Taking a clothes peg from the table, I squeezed it open. Tara could clearly see the spike in the middle. But not for long as I let the peg clamp shut on the end of her tongue. The peg now hung from her tongue, making it impossible for her to speak or to get her tongue back into her mouth. It was about 30 seconds before she started to drool, stream after stream of drool running down her tits. She began to cry with the humiliation.

Back to the task in hand, I grabbed Tara’s left tit, and squeezed the clamp shut on her nipple. The scream was inhuman. I had to use all of my strength to enclose her horribly swollen bud. When I had got it shut, I quickly grabbed the soldering iron and sealed it. The heat provoked another yelp from Tara. I repeated the process with her right nipple. The stainless steel clamps glistened in the harsh light. She looked absolutely stunning.

“Now Tara. Let’s get the weights attached.”

Tara glanced across for the first time at the enormous weights that were sitting on the metal contact pad. I saw her mouth drop open even further and she again began to cry.

“Don’t worry” I said “you will not be taking the weight. Yet!”

I fed the chain from each weight through the pulley in the ceiling, then clicked one to each nipple clamp, making sure that there was no slack in the chain. The chain was gently pulling each of Tara’s nipples slightly forward.

“Actually Tara, I lied. You are going to test them. I would not want it to be too much of a shock when the clock strikes one. Now lean back and take the weight. 30 seconds should be enough I think. Then you can rest.”

She again hesitated for slightly too long. A strike of the cane across her taut stomach soon got her leaning back.

As she leant back, the weights did not move. Tara’s tits and nipples just stretched further and further. Tara was wailing with pain. I was worried that I had made the weights too heavy and that her nipples would be ripped off. Then, with a loud scream from Tara, the weights lifted off the contact pad. She screamed constantly as she held the weights up by her nipples, the weights swinging more and more severely as she trembled. Then, down they went.

“Oh dear Tara. Only 10 seconds. Off you go again” I said, whipping her with the cane on her stomach.

It seemed to hurt even more this time. Sweat poured off Tara’s brow as she struggled to get the weights up. Finally, with a gut wrenching squeal, she managed it. This time a constant low groan was all that Tara could manage. She was almost delirious with pain.

20 seconds gone and Tara was flagging, the weights getting closer and closer to the pad.

“Here, let me help you” I said, standing behind Tara and holding her shoulders so that she could not let the weights down.

She screamed and screamed as I held her there for another 20 seconds, her nipples and tits stretching further and further with the enormous strain. She shot forward as I let go. The drool, sweat and tears were flowing uncontrollably down her tits and stomach. It was one of the most erotic sights that I had ever seen.

I walked I front of Tara and kissed her hard on the lips, the clothes peg tickling my lip as I did so.

“Right Tara. You have a little rest. I need to go and get the next girl. Now, what do you say?”

A look of confusion, then: “Thank you Master.”

“Thank you for what?”

“Thank you Master for spending so much time with me and for helping me hold up the weights.”

“That is a pleasure Tara. But when the clock strikes one, you will be on your own. It is hold the weight or get the surprise. The choice is yours. Now rest my darling.”

I kissed her again, before walking out of the dungeon. That had been fun.

Part 7

“Right Chloe. Have you got the next card ready?”

“Yes Master” she said.

She strolled over to a girl at the far end of the room, petite with bobbed, dark hair and deep brown eyes. She was wearing a nipple-less lacy red bra and crutch-less knickers. She had obviously not been very assertive when the girls were ‘selecting’ the underwear. The panic in her eyes revealed that there was little fight in this one.

“Cock-sucking whore, you are the number 2. You will be placed on a saddle with steel cocks inserted up your cunt and arse. Metal contacts will also be attached to your nipples, ears, nose and clitoris. When the clock strikes 2, you will receive random electric shocks of varying intensity through some or all of the contact points. This will continue for 55 minutes until the clock strikes 12. You will then have a choice – The current will be through all contact points. You decide the length and intensity. Full power for 5 minutes or half power for 10 minutes.”

“Come with me” I said “releasing her cuffs.” She came without a murmour.

Once inside the clock room, I instructed her to mount the saddle. No lubrication offered or requested.

She grimaced as she tried to slide down the cocks. I could see the skin being painfully stretched as she desperately tried to get the cocks inside her. A look of terror was in her eye as she saw me watching impatiently. With a shriek of pain, she suddenly slid down onto the saddle, tears streaming down her face. I secured her hands and feet in the cuffs and attached all of the clips to her nipples, ears, nose and clit, deciding whether to have any further fun with this girl. She was almost too impassive to be exciting. Almost!

“Would you like to suck my cock, you cock-sucking whore?” I asked gently.

A slight pause then: “Yes Master. Thank you Master.”

“Well, you have got 2 minutes to make me cum, or you will be punished. Ok.”

“Yes Master.”

I stood with my legs astride the saddle and placed my still flaccid cock between her lips. To be fair, she was surprisingly good. As she sucked and licked, my cock soon reached its erect state. And if I had let myself go, I could have cum. Unfortunately for her, I had decided a novel punishment and was determined to use it.

I came as the clock reached 3 minutes. She swallowed every last drop, heaving as she did so. Clearly a girl that was as good looking as her didn’t need to swallow in the real world!

For a moment she looked relieved. The feeling was short lived, however, as I pointed to the clock. A look of sheer terror crossed her face.

“Sorry Master. I tried my best. I really did” she whispered.

“I know you did my darling. But you understand that I still have to punish you, don’t you?”

“Yes Master” she said, her head bowed and a tear forming in her eye.

Reaching into my bag of tricks, I pulled out a jar of honey and smeared it liberally all over her clit. The next jam jar contained the stinging ants. I tipped them onto the saddle. There were more of them than I had thought. The saddle soon became a moving black mass. And all of the ants were heading for the honey.

A look of sheer panic crossed her face as the first of the ants reached the honey. Then relief. I could see that the ants were eating the honey, which seemed to tickle her clit. Were these insects going to let me down?

I need not have worried. Within seconds her cunt and clit were covered in ants. Some of them were crawling up the metal cock and nestling inside her cunt. The look of anguish on her face was clear. She had obviously never had insects inside her before!

It took approximately 45 seconds for all of the honey to disappear. It was at that point that the ants became angry. And they started to sting and bite at will. Before long she was screaming in agony and begging me to get them off her. Angry red marks were appearing on her cunt lips, which we also beginning to swell alarmingly.

I left her for another 30 seconds before I whispered in her ear: “Do you want me to get them off you?”

By now she was hyperventilating with pain and shock. “Yes Master. Please Master. I will do anything.”

“Well you are wired up to the mains as you know. Would you like me to put the power up to full and kill those ants with a 30 second burst of electricity? Your choice” I smiled.

Doubt crossed her face for about 10 seconds. Then, as another ant stung her, she screamed: “Yes Master. Please do it now Master.”

I slowly picked up the control box, turned the power to full, the timer to 30 seconds and moved my finger over the switch: “Are you sure” I said “this will cause you a lot of pain.”

“Yes Master. Please Master. I can’t stand this any longer.”

With that, I pressed the button. The current surged through the metal cocks inside her and through the wires into her nipples, clit, ears and nose. Her body arched up in agony, an ear piercing yelp escaping her lips. The cocks sizzled as piss streamed from her cunt. This at least cooled the contact point on her clit. She had no such luck with the other contacts and a wisp of smoke began to rise from the contacts on her nipples, ears and nose. I could see the skin burning underneath them. And still the ear piercing yelp continued. By the time 30 seconds had passed, she had feinted, slumping forward in her bonds. But most of the ants were dead. She had her wish!

I decided to move onto the next girl.

[To be continued…]