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“Take the strain” I roared. And both girls moved back.
“Pull”
Tiffany had clearly realised the disadvantage she had. As soon as I shouted pull she raced back, completely taking the blond, who had not moved, by surprise. The tension on the bungee rope increased until the hook ripped clean through the blond’s nipple. The hole in Tiffany’s tit had increased in size, but her nipple was intact. She had won.
The blond stood whimpering and holding her ruined nipple. “Oh God no” she cried. blood oozed from the wound.
I grabbed the hot soldering iron from the workbench and began cauterising the wound. Although I wanted to cause these girls pain, I didn’t want to disfigure them. I liked them just the way they are.
The blond writhed in agony as the hot iron burned her tit meat. But even if I do say so myself, the wound was very neat when I had finished. In a few weeks when the scar healed, she would be as good as new – well physically at least.
“You can take the hook out” I said to Tiffany. She winced as the hook travelled back through her tit. But, no harm done. The bleeding quickly stopped.
I turned back to the blond who was pleading with her eyes for me to leave her alone.
“Do you need to be punished further, or will you follow my instructions next time?”
“No Master. I will get it right Master”
“Ok then. If my cum is dribbling down your tits in the next 2 minutes, then I will let you off. Go” I said, looking at my watch.
There was a moment’s confusion on her face, then she got down onto her knees, undid my trousers and slipped my semi-erect cock into her mouth. She sucked and stroked and licked my cock like her life depended on it. For all she knew, it might have done. Then well within the 2 minutes she felt my balls beginning to pulse. She slipped her mouth from around my cock, held it right over her tits and wanked me off. Seconds later, stream after stream of warm cum squirted onto her tits, running down underneath her bra. Mission accomplished!
“Right Chloe. Come over here and we will get on with the game.”
As we walked over to the table a stunning brunette caught my eye.
“What is your name slut?”
“Zoe” she replied.
“Well Zoe, you are a very good looking girl”
“Thank you Master” she replied.
“I want you to pull your knickers down and masturbate for me. I want you to make yourself cum within the next 10 minutes. And I want to hear you cumming”
“Yes Master” she said as she pulled down her knickers. Her face was going crimson with embarrassment as she slipped first one, then two fingers inside herself. I left her to get on with her shame.
“And you” I said, pointing at a petite blond with small pointed breasts and a girl with flowing auburn hair and big tits “I want the blond to decorate your tits with these coloured pins, whatever pattern she likes provided she uses all of them” (as she looked down she could see that there were at least 300 pins in the pot). “I don’t like the blond’s tits. Too small and pointed. You will inject her with these silicone shots to make them bigger and rounder. At least half of the shots must go directly into the nipple. Do you both understand?”
“Yes Master” they said in unison.
“Well don’t just stand there. Get on with it”
I watched as the blond pushed the first pin into the other girl’s tit. Whether it was to get it over with, or for my pleasure, I did not know. But she pushed that first pin right into her left nipple. And it clearly hurt. A lot. There was an ear piercing scream and her hands quickly shot up to protect her tits from further assault.
“Put your hands down now” I said in a calm manner. She quickly complied.
“What is your name?”
“Kandi” she replied.
I reached out and pulled the pin from her nipple and handed it back to the blond.
“Stick it back into her nipple” I said “We are going to carry on until Kandi learns to take the pain in a dignified way.”
The blond stuck the pin right through her nipple again. Kandi screamed, but this time did not raise her hands. I reached out and removed the pin.
“Better, but still not quite right was it?”
I handed the pin back to the blond: “Again.”
She again stuck the pin straight through Kandi’s nipple. This time, there was nothing more than a whimper.
“Good” I said “You have it. Now no more fuss”
“It’s your turn blondie” I said handing the silicone filled syringe to Kandi.
“I am afraid that your task is going to be much harder since I am told that the silicone really burns inside your tits. But the result is great. I want no noise. No resistance. Understood?”
“Yes Master”
“Now Kandi, straight into the right nipple I think.”
Kandi paused for a moment but just as I was raising my hand, she grasped blondie’s nipple between her fingers, squeezed and shoved the needle straight into the middle. Blondie’s legs nearly went from under her, but there was not a sound. She was visibly sucking in the scream. She let out a moan a couple of seconds letter as the burning sensation began.
“Very good” I said “what does it feel like?”
“It is excruciating Master. It feels like molten metal is running through my tit. The pain is almost unbearable” said blondie, tears streaming down her face.
“You have been very brave” I said “I am proud of you.”
“Now carry on girls. Exactly as you have been.”
I turned back to Chloe and we walked over to the table, behind the screen and out of earshot of all the other girls.
“Now Chloe, you have some hard decisions to make and some difficult explanations to give to these girls. You are going to decide which girl is tortured in which particular way. You are also going to explain to each girl what will happen to them. One of them will be mounted on a vibrator and experience nothing but pleasure. You will tell that girl. For one other girl, you will tell them that they are to be tortured in a particular way but nothing will happen. So you can ‘save’ just 2 girls. For the others, the torture methods range from the deeply unpleasant to the permanently maiming. It is up to you. Excited?”
Chloe had a look of sheer horror on her face but just managed a “Yes Master.”
“Good, let’s get on with it then. On the table there are 12 numbered cards. Each of them has a description of a torture method on the back. You must read through the cards, decide which number to allocate to a particular girl then go and explain their fate to them. All the others will hear as well. After you have explained what will happen to them, I will take that girl away and get her mounted on the clock. Understood?”
“Yes Master” a tear forming in the corner of Chloe’s eye.
“OK then. Start reading. There is no rush. Look through all the cards before you make your decision.”
I was determined to watch Chloe’s reaction as she read the cards, despite the distraction of 12 other stunning, lingerie-clad beauties around me. And her reactions did not disappoint. A couple of the cards produced a look of sheer horror. Others actually led to Chloe reaching down to her cunt, as if to protect it from the despicable torture that was listed. On 2 occasions she audibly gasped as she read the card. Yes, I thought, I have got it right!
Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was probably only 5 minutes or so, Chloe looked up:
“I have read the cards Master. Please don’t make me do this”
“Don’t worry Chloe, if you don’t feel able to do it ….” I said calmly and by the look on Chloe’s face, she was obviously shocked “…and you want one of the other girls to make the selection, then you can take your place on the clock.”
“No Master, I can’t face that. I’ll do it.”
“I thought you might” I said with a smile. “Well let’s make a start. Just two rules. First, you don’t allocate the vibrator seat until at least the 6th selection. Second, you read out exactly what is on the card. No explanations; no apologies. Understood?”
“Yes Master”
“Right then, make your first selection and go and explain to the lucky girl what will happen to her.” Another tear crept from Chloe’s eye. But she nodded gently and returned to the card.
It took a couple of minutes with Chloe flicking through the cards before she made her selection and walked from behind the screen to face the girls. It would be interesting to see if she had chosen one of the more extreme cards and, if so, who was the lucky recipient.
To my slight surprise it was one of the girls who had not been involved thus far. A tall brunette with deep brown eyes and, at a guess, 32D tits. She was a stunningly attractive girl. But, she had a look of arrogance about her. I wondered if Chloe had picked her first because she didn’t like her.
“What is your name bitch?”
“Lauren” she whimpered.
“Well Lauren, you are a lucky girl. Chloe has selected you first. Now Chloe, what have you got in store for Lauren.”
Chloe, clearly holding back the tears, began to read:
“Slut. You have been allocated the number 7. You will be secured onto a medium sized steel ‘cock’ (length 7 inches; girth 1 ½ inches). When the clock strikes “7” a switch will be flicked and the ‘cock,’ which has an oven element inside it, will begin to heat up. The heat will build slowly at first but will eventually reach the point where your cunt and womb will be cooked…..”
Lauren had clearly heard enough. Her legs buckled and she began to cry uncontrollably. I punched her hard in the stomach, then grabbed her hair to lift her back up.
“Now that was rude bitch. Chloe is talking to you and you will listen. Understood?”
“Yes Master”, she gasped through the pain.
“… The fun part is that you will have control over the last 2 increments of heat. You will have to click the controller to turn up the heat for those 2 increments. Once you have done so and left them at each setting for 2 minutes each, the heat will stop. Don’t worry about feinting and missing the fun. You will be given 2 adrenaline injections directly into each nipple to keep you awake. Finally, just so your titties don’t feel left out, I will manually run a soldering iron around each of your nipples. How many times will depend on how successful you are in a little game that we will play to take your mind off the heat!”
“Well done Chloe, an excellent start. Now Lauren, what do you say to Chloe?”
Lauren, who was still getting over the shock of what was going to happen to her, clearly didn’t understand what was expected of her. Just to get her thinking, I moved her knickers aside and gripped her clit between my thumb nail and finger and squeezed. Hard! Lauren let out an inhuman scream. I kept squeezing and would carry on until Lauren understood what was required. It took a while, she screamed and screamed, not comprehending what she had done wrong. Then it dawned on her….
“Thank you Chloe” she gasped through the obviously horrific pain.
“That is better bitch. Manners cost nothing” I let go of her clit, but just as she was straightening up I slapped her as hard as I could across the cunt lips. She doubled up in pain.
“And don’t forget again.”
“Now Lauren, if you would be so kind as to come with me, we will get you set up.”
Taking no chances I put a neck collar on Lauren, attached to the cattle prod. Any attempt at escape would be met with a shock to the windpipe, enough to stop even the biggest of men. Let alone a petite model. I led her to the main dungeon.
“Back in a moment girls. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves” I smiled.
I had not realised what effect seeing the clock would have on the girls. I got the idea when we walked in, Lauren took in the full sight and then suddenly grabbed her crutch. She was trying to prevent the piss from running down her leg. She had wet herself with terror.
I looked around and understood why. The clock was perhaps 10 metres wide. At each numbered station there was a ‘saddle” with cuffs for the ankles and cuffs at the back for the hands. But the bit that had undoubtedly caused Lauren to wet herself was the steel cocks sticking up from the saddle. Some of them were so big that they looked like they could split of girl in two.
“Don’t worry now Lauren, your cock is not as big as some of the others. It will case you pain in a different way.” She did not look reassured at all.
She was also probably not reassured by the extensive range of whips and canes hanging on the walls or the contents of my ‘toy’ cupboard (the doors of which were open) or the furnace burning in the corner. She would get to feel the purpose of the furnace soon enough!
“Now Lauren, let’s get you out of those wet knickers.”
She stepped back slightly as I went to pull her knickers down. I thought about punishing her but decided to give her one final chance. I really am getting too kind in my old age. Just as a test, I stepped behind her, held her tightly and shoved 2 fingers straight into her cunt. She was perfectly still. Test passed…
“Now Lauren. I like you, which is why I have my fingers up your cunt. The next bit will be considerably easier for you if you are aroused and have some juices flowing. I am going to wank you off for exactly 2 minutes. I will then put you on the saddle. The more aroused you are, the easier it will be.”
With that I began to slide my fingers in and out, rubbing her clit with my finger. Lauren seemed to understand the urgency of her situation and began to writhe and moan at the touch of my fingers. My erection was beginning to stir as well. Soon Lauren’s juices were flowing nicely, dripping over my fingers as the pace got quicker and quicker. Suddenly, Lauren let out a gasp and a long purring moan. She was cumming.
“Good girl” I whispered in her ear. “It is going to be so much easier for you if you co-operate.” With that I held her close to me, my hand feeling her racing heart beat from the orgasm. “It almost makes me want to spare you the next bit.”
There was a look of hope in Lauren’s eye. However, this soon went as I led her by the collar to the number 7 saddle.
“Time to hop aboard. As you have been so good I am going to let you get on yourself. It is so much less painful that way.”
Lauren gave me one more pleading look, before resignation and realism set in. She realised that she needed to get it over with whilst she was still wet. I held her hand as she slid onto the saddle. One more pleading look my way before she raised her hips up, placed the tip of the cock at the entrance to her cunt and pressed down.
Sweat began to form on Lauren’s forehead with the strain and pain of forcing the steel monster inside her. Whilst not the biggest of the ‘cocks’ the steel was totally unyielding and it was clearly stretching Lauren way beyond what was comfortable. The skin at the side of her cunt was painfully stretched and almost translucent. Had I made some of the other cocks too big? We would soon find out.
The next obstacle that Lauren faced happened when there was about 2 inches of the cock remaining. She suddenly howled in pain and came to a complete stop. It took me a moment to realise that the tip of the cock had reached the entrance to Lauren’s cervix. And her cervix did not wish to allow the cock aboard.
“I am afraid that this bit is going to hurt a lot Lauren. There is only one way to do it and that is quick.”
Before she could comprehend what I had said, I leapt onto the saddle, landing on Lauren’s legs. She shot down the last 2 inches, the end of the cock spearing her cervix. The scream was the loudest that she had done yet. It was also the most erotic because I was hugging Lauren, her tits pulsing up and down as she sobbed with pain. I lifted her head and kissed her greedily on the lips, my tongue exploring her teeth as she literally shook with pain. My erection throbbed against my pants. I was going to have to do something about that shortly.
“You did well darling. Very brave” I whispered to her. But she was lost in a world of pain and torment.
I secured the ankle cuffs, making sure that there was little or no scope for Lauren to move. Believe me, she was going to want that cock out of her in a few hours time. The bonds would need to be secure. Finally, I gently pulled her hands behind her and secured them with the cuffs on the back of the saddle.
Number 7 was ready. But there were 2 things that needed to happen before I returned to the main Chamber. I needed to do something about this erection. And I needed to give Lauren a permanent reminder of her position on the clock. I thought that Lauren would be more accommodating if I sorted out my erection first.
Lauren was still writhing round in her own world. The pain in her cervix was clearly not getting any better. Her eyes were almost rolling in her head. I was not going to get much sense out of her for a while.
I grabbed the lubricant, smeared it liberally on my finger and slid it up her arse. There was barely a murmour of recognition from Lauren. Removing my pants I went behind her and shoved my heaving cock up her arse. That seemed to wake her from the pain induced stupor. She moaned as I thrust hard into her. The effect was fantastic. As the end of my cock struck the steel cock Lauren shot forward, as if she had been electrocuted, then back. It was double the effect. And it soon told as I felt the pressure build in my balls and I exploded into Lauren’s arse, grabbing and squeezing her tits as I did so.
This seemed to bring Lauren out of her trance. She was getting more accustomed to the stabbing pain in her crutch and the burning pain of stretched skin. The body is a wonderfully adaptable thing.
Anyway, she would have something else to concentrate on in a moment. I decided to keep it a complete surprise.
“Lauren, that was fantastic. I have a surprise for you.” Without that I blindfolded her and kissed her hard on the lips. Amazingly her tongue slipped in my mouth. She still wanted to please me.
I silently walked across the room and retrieved what I was looking for. I walked up behind Lauren. She could sense my presence, but could see nothing. This truly would be a surprise.
The first that Lauren knew of the surprise was when the white hot brand pressed into the perfect curve of her left arse cheek. I held the brand on, drinking in the sight as her skin bubbled and sizzled as it burnt.
Lauren meanwhile had risen on the saddle in shock and panic. Almost an inch of the steel cock was showing between the saddle and her cunt. I removed the brand and Lauren fell back onto the saddle, ramming the inch of cock hard against her cervix. She leapt up again, this time realising what had happened and holding the position. I knew that she could not hold it for long. She slumped down onto the saddle and finally passed out.
I removed the blindfold and admired the perfect red “7” that now adorned her left cheek.
Number 7 was ready.
[To be continued].
Part 3
When I walked back into the room there was an eerie silence. I had expected a buzz of noise. The explanation I realised was that I had left the door to the clock dungeon open and the girls had heard the soundtrack to Lauren’s preparation. No bad thing I thought. Will increase the anticipation.
I glanced across the room and remembered the task that I had set for the blond and Kandi. Time to inspect their handiwork.
The results could not have been any more pleasing. Kandi’s tits were adorned with a perfect representation of the flag of St George, the red and white pins evenly distributed. The blond was quite the artist. Some blood had dripped down Kandi’s perfect, toned torse. I handed her a cloth.
“Clean yourself up bitch. I do not want you letting yourself go.”
“Yes Master” she said, wiping up the dried blood.
I ran my hands over the pins, watching fascinated as they rippled and caught the light on her tits. Kandi winced as the pins were pressed further in but made no attempt to move.
“Just one thing missing I think.” I selected a white pin from the pot, pushed Kandi’s knickers aside and pushed a pin straight into her clit. This time she did scream and jump aside. I would let her off. That clearly hurt a lot. I moved her knickers back into place.
“Well done” I said, turning to the blond. I was taken aback by the sight that awaited me. The blond’s small, coned tits had been completely transformed. They were now large and perfectly rounded, a little swollen in places, but otherwise perfect. I reached to grab them. They were obviously very sore because the blond started to cry as soon as I touched them.
“Don’t cry” I said “your tits are now perfect. Not like those pitiful fried eggs you have had all your life. The pain you have suffered is definitely worth it.” With that I squeezed them hard, causing the blond to nearly jump through the roof. I flicked her nipple hard just to complete the agony.
“Right let’s get on.”
“Excuse me Master” a voice from behind me. It was Zoe who I had told to masturbate for me, “may I stop doing this now?” – She had been masturbating for almost an hour and I could see that the lips of her cunt were becoming puffy and inflamed.
“You can have a choice Zoe. Carry on for another hour or have a clothes peg on each nipple for an hour. It is up to you. I do not mind either way.”
She hesitated for a moment then concluded that she could not take another hour of masturbating.
“The pegs please Master”
“Well since you asked so nicely …”
What I had not told her, but she would soon find out was that these were no ordinary clothes pegs. They were fitted with a sharp serrated edge on each side and a pin through the middle.
“Brace yourself” I said putting a stick in her mouth “I understand from others that this is a little sore.”
With that I let the clothes peg snap shut on her right nipple. The pin went straight through her bud, the serrated edge dug into her nipple causing a droplet of blood at each point. Zoe has hopping about in agony, her screams muffled by her wooden gag. No time to waste, I snapped the other peg closed on her left nipple. The wooden gag shot from her mouth, which simply remained open in a silent scream.
“Now do not touch those or you will be sorry”
Zoe nodded.
“Chloe, are you ready for the second card.”
“Yes Master.”
She grabbed the card from the desk and walked over to a petite, tan skinned lady, who I again did not know….yet. She was around 5 foot 4 with small features and a “C” cup. She was what you would describe as cute rather than sexy.
“Name?” I shouted.
The tears had started already. “Lucy, Master” she whispered, hardly audible. I nodded to Chloe and she began to read:
“You snivelling cocksucker” very apt I thought, although coincidental “you have been allocated the number 3 position. You are to become a human cow. You will be secured onto a small sized steel ‘cock’ in both your cunt and your arse. Your tits will be placed into suction domes, like those used to milk a cow. When the clock strikes “3” a switch will be flicked and the base of the 2 ‘cocks’ will inflate to create a water-tight seal. The end of the cocks will then pump a boiling hot, chilli based enema solution inside you. This will continue until your rectum and stomach are fully distended. The suction on your tit domes will also be operated. Your tits will be sucked onto needles in the surface of the dome which will pump silicone and adrenaline into them. Your tits will be expanded to a Double E cup. You will then be left like that for 50 minutes until the clock strikes 12. You will then be given the opportunity to remain distended for a further 30 minutes or to receive a mystery punishment. Enjoy.”
Lucy said nothing. Her tan skin looked pale and she had a vacant look. Resignation…Far less fun than resistance. But we take whatever we get!
“Come with me Lucy.”
I had obviously become lazy or complacent because I completely forgot to put the collar on Lucy before I released her cuffs. As soon as I did so, she charged straight at me, screaming like a wild a****l. It seemed that she did not want to be a cow!
Her attack took me by surprise and before I could properly react she swung a foot hard into my groin. The pain was intense and I started to black out, stars appearing before my eyes. Lucy ran past me towards the door.
I managed to pull myself together and shouted, as clearly as could, “Attack 8” (the number that I had given to Lucy. A loud buzz came from Lucy’s head and she dropped to the floor as if she had been shot. An electric shock direct to the brain would do that, I suppose. She was out cold.
I gave myself a moment to regain my composure and recover from the pain. Then, I staggered over to where Lucy lay, picked her up and carried her over to the “x” frame on the wall. Moments later she was firmly secured by her hands and ankles. I ripped her underwear off roughly and left her hanging – naked and at my mercy.
I addressed the whole group: “Lucy has just made the biggest mistake of what’s left of her life. Don’t any of you bitches even think about doing the same. Understood?”
“Yes Master” the girls chorused.
Lucy spluttered as she started to regain consciousness. A burst of smelling salts soon finished the job.
I lifted Lucy’s chin, gently – calling on all of my reserves of restraint – and said, very calmly “Big mistake bitch. Huge.” And I let her chin drop.
Making sure that Lucy could see my every step, I walked over to the toy cupboard, paused to think for a moment then put 8 or 9 items into a bag. I walked across the room back to where Lucy was hanging.
“Just to make sure that you have no escape from the pain” I said as I pulled the biggest syringe I could find, filled with adrenaline. I moved the tip of the needle to Lucy’s nipple and pushed it gently. The sharp needle went through the nipple. A gasp from Lucy. Then I pulled it out again. I repeated the process 5 times, before I ripped it out and jabbed the needle firmly through her clitoris. She yelped as I fully depressed the plunger, pumping the adrenaline deep into her body. There would be no escape.
Lucy seemed now to realise just how bad her predicament was. She correctly sensed that I was on the edge. She also correctly sensed that I might kill her. But not yet ….
I took the wire snips from my bag and, without saying a word, chopped her right nipple clean off. The blood squirted out, hitting me on the arm. I drank every drop. I knew that I would have to cauterise the wound but the blood seemed to be freaking Lucy out. So it could wait.
Next I took out an empty jam jar and filled it with a clear liquid. Lucy watched my every move as I did so. Again without any word I grabbed her right tit (now nipple-less) and dipped the open wound into the liquid. Nitric acid is about the last thing you want in even the smallest wound. In a wound the size of a nipple, the stinging, burning pain would be almost unbearable. I held her tit in the acid for a good minute until she was dribbling and had become completely incoherent.
It was time to sort the wound. I clicked open my Zippo and held the flame about ¼ inch below the open wound. The skin sizzled whilst Lucy yelled in agony. The wound was closed. The ruined skin almost looked like another nipple.
I had still not said a word since the onslaught began.
Back to the bag, I retrieved a set of 10 extra long needles with wooden handles. Kneeling down, I drove the point of the first needle under the nail of Lucy’s big toe. The scream was inhuman. When it was about 1 inch in, I moved it from side to side. I was rewarded with a stream of piss on my head.
“You dirty little bitch” I screamed.
Picking the severed nipple up off the floor, I threw it into Lucy’s mouth. Before she could spit it out I rammed 3 of the needles through her top and bottom lips, sewing her mouth shut. The barbs on the needles would ensure that she did not open her mouth. She was now almost silent, which was a relief. I love the sound of a tortured woman screaming but this was too much even for me.
6 needles left. I shoved 2 under her thumbnails. And 4 under her toenails. Despite the adrenaline, I could see that she was on the verge of passing out. No way, I thought. And pulled all of the needles out except those in her lips.
Time for the thing that would hurt her most. Lucy was a beautiful and very vain model. She would not be in the future. I carefully took the lid off a squeezy bottle in my bag and walked towards Lucy. Slowly, deliberately I raised the bottle above her face and squeezed. The acid dribbled down the right side of her face, the skin melting and fizzing as it did so. I was about to do the other side but stopped myself. Better for Lucy to be reminded of how beautiful she once was. I smiled to myself. A different tack. I parted Lucy’s cunt lips and gave a good squeeze to the bottle. A mist rose from her cunt as her most precious bits melted away. She slumped forward on the frame.
“Whilst Lucy has a little rest, you girls are going to help me decide the final part of her fate. I will either: (a) use the spiked iron pear to ruin her arsehole; or (b) slice off her ear. Which will it be – and everyone will vote.”
“Hands up for (a)” – 7 hands went up. The vain bitches clearly couldn’t vote for Lucy being further disfigured. I had no doubt that she would wish they hand.
As Lucy roused, I spoke to her for the first time since I had started the assault on her body.
“I think that you have something to say to me bitch”
“I am so sorry Master.”
“Good start” I said. “Now I want you to say: Please Master will you ruin this bitches arse with the iron pear. Because that is what you friends have asked for.”
“No Master; Please no more.”
I simply said 2 words: “Oh Dear!”
Taking a large belt from the wall, I turned it so the buckle was at the bottom and swung it hard, right onto her cunt lips. The blood exploded from her ruined parts. I swung again, catching her in exactly the same place. A third swing and part of her left lip fell off. I was starting the fourth swing when she screamed:
“Please Master will you ruin this bitches arse with the iron pear.”
“Why of course I will as you have asked so nicely.”
I was not sure that she even knew what an iron pear was until I took it out of the bag. I have to admit, it is a fearsome looking device. It looks much like a pear apart from the fact that it has a winding handle attached to the stem. When wound the handle releases a number of sharp metal spikes from the pear, which cut into whatever happens to be near them. In this case, it would be the inside of Lucy’s rectum. I had never used the pear before and was most anxious to start.
Walking behind Lucy with the pear I could see that the “x” frame left a perfect target. Her arse was completely exposed and at my mercy. The pear had to go in large end first. This might be a struggle. The choice was simply to hammer it in or to open her up first with a speculum. Why not let Lucy decide?
“Lucy. I have a little dilemma. Your arse is far too small to take the pear. Would you like me to just hammer it in or would you prefer me to open you up wide enough with the speculum. You have 10 seconds to decide unless you want me to use the belt again to focus your mind.”
The look of terror on Lucy’s face was simply divine. She had no idea which was better. In the end she decided that she did not want me using a hammer on her arse. So she went for the speculum. Good choice I thought.
“Chloe, I am a bit bored with doing all the work. Come over here and open Lucy up with the speculum would you.”
Chloe dutifully came over and took the speculum from me. As an act of mercy, she spat on it before pushing up to Lucy’s starfish and pushing…hard. She had to, her arse simply did not want to take the speculum. Lucy screamed and screamed as the cold metal violated her. Finally, after about 2 minutes and with the sweat of exertion pouring off Chloe, the speculum was fully in.
“Pump away Chloe. It will have to be wide to get this in so don’t be shy.”
There was little reaction to the first few clicks. Then, as her arse began to open up Lucy let out a low moan. 3 more clicks and she was again screaming incoherently.
“Only 10 more clicks Lucy” – There wasn’t. 5 at most. I am a tease!
Click, click, click. As her arse was stretched wider and wider, Lucy stopped screaming. It had clearly got to the point where the pain was too great for her to make any noise. The look on the face suggested that she was on the verge of insanity. Click, click.
Chloe stepped back and I advanced to check her handiwork. The skin between the blades of the speculum was stretched so tight that you could see right through it. I put my finger inside her arse to check. Sure enough, I could see the outline of each finger through the skin. I flicked the skin with my nail and managed to produce the first scream from Lucy for some time. 10 more flicks I she was moaning incoherently again. Time for the pear.
Although Lucy’s arse was stretched to an obscene and un-natural size (like giving birth through her arse!) I was amazed to find that it was still not quite big enough to take the large end of the pear. It was a real struggle to force it in and by the time that I had finished, there were 2 splits at the side of her arse, the blood dripping down her tanned skin. A little acid on each cut served to seal them and to make Lucy wail again.
I held the pear inside Lucy whilst Chole quickly pulled the speculum out. This was all too much for Lucy as she passed out, her arse closing and trying to return to its normal size (albeit with the large metal pear lodged within it). There was clearly some lasting damage since her arse would not close completely. It had left an “o” of around 1 inch, from which pointed the winding handle from the pear. Time for a break whilst Lucy regained consciousness.
I returned about 30 minutes later, wanting to ensure that Lucy had fully recovered. I injected 2 further adrenaline shots into her, this time avoiding the nipples. Finally, I broke 2 capsules of smelling salts under her nose. There was no doubt from her reaction that she was fully alert.
“I hope you liked our little warm up Lucy. Now for the main event!”
Lucy began to moan and utter over and over again “No, No, No.” I let her off. The begging was turning me on. And after all, how could she be punished any more?
I began to wind the handle. It was the first time that I had used the pear and I was intrigued to see how Lucy would react.
There was little reaction at first. I knew that the pear would be opening up, wedging itself firmly inside Lucy’s rectum. It was the next part that would really hurt!
There was a sudden click, signifying that the leaves of the pear were fully open. As I continued to turn, the spikes (around a dozen of them) would be moving slowly towards the tender skin inside Lucy’s shit-hole. A loud moan from Lucy told me that the spikes had begun to press against her. I continued to turn the handle. Moments later Lucy exploded in a frenzy of pain. She screamed manically, her legs and arms seemed to lose control, rattling her restraints in a sick chorus. And she lost control of her bladder again, a stream of warm piss running down her legs. The spikes were in!
The final stage – I attached the winding handle to a chain and fed the other end through the pulley attached to the wall. I then began to ratchet the pulley. It took Lucy a while to realise what was happening. She could not see anything. But by her reaction I guessed that she could certainly feel the pear being slowly ripped from her arse. This time fully opened.
I saw the end of the pear beginning to emerge, the metal gleaming in the harsh light of the dungeon. Lucy’s already ruined arsehole started to stretch tighter and tighter as the neck of the pear came out further and the thick, opened body made its way out. Lucy’s screaming became more and more intense with each ratchet. It soon became clear to me that there was no way that the skin would stretch to allow the metal b**st to slide out. She was going to split.
Two more ratchets and the pear shot out, tearing through Lucy’s rectal passage in at least 3 places. She slumped forward in her restraints, a broken lady. blood spurted from her ruined anus.
“Chloe” I said, handing her the soldering iron “get those wounds sealed before she bleeds to death. She is not getting off that easy. Oh and clean the pear. We may need that again if any of you other sluts try to escape.” The eerie silence in the room suggested that non-one would.
As I left the room I heard the sizzle as Chloe started to apply the soldering iron to each of Lucy’s wounds. There was little doubt in my mind that she would be u*********s throughout the whole, gory process.
Part 4
I strolled back into the dungeon some 20 minutes later. There was still an eerie silence. The only sound was Lucy’s gentle moans. She remained slumped in her restraints but was awake again. I could only imagine the agony that she was in from her ruined anus.
“Nice to see you have joined us again Lucy. I think you have something to say to me, don’t you?”
“Yes Master. Sorry Master” she whimpered.
“And?” I shouted.
She looked confused for a moment. Then it seemed to dawn on her: “Thank you Master for torturing this worthless slut and teaching her the error of her ways.”
“Believe me Lucy, it was a pleasure.”
Turning back to Chloe, I said: “There is a problem. Lucy’s arse is no longer watertight. We are going to need to pick another lucky volunteer to sit on station number 3 and become the human cow.”
Chloe looked around for a moment and pointed sheepishly at the blond who had had the silicone injected into her tits.
“Good choice Chloe, although I can only imagine the pain from the domes on her already sore tits.”
I walked over to the blond. I could not resist a squeeze of her now large, rounded tits. She yelped in pain as I kneaded them roughly.
“Now what is your name blondie?”
“Liz, Master”
“Liz. You come with me. And do not try anything like Lucy did. OK?”
“Yes Master.”
I was taking no chances. I applied the collar to Liz before walking her into the main dungeon.
Lauren was fully awake now, and moaned slightly as we entered. Her newly acquired brand was still bright red and seeping. She was pushing down slightly to relieve the pressure of the steel cock on her pussy. She looked fantastic.
“Now Liz. We are going to get straight down to business as Lucy has left us a little behind schedule.”
Handing her a tube of lube I said: “You have precisely 2 minutes to get yourself positioned on the saddle with the steels cocks stuck into your arse and pussy. You can use as much of the lube as you like. If you are not in position after 2 minutes, the lube will be replaced with chilli oil and I will position you. You time starts now.”
After a few moments to assess her situation, Liz made a decision. She was going to get herself on the saddle. She climbed up, the saddle stretching her legs wide apart. She squeezed a hefty dollop of lube on each of the steel cocks, positioned one at the entrance to her cunt, the other by her arsehole and slowly pressed down. She gasped as both cocks began to slip inside her. The one in her cunt slipped in easily. It was not that big. The one in her arse was more resistant, but fairly quickly slipped inside her. Within 45 seconds, she had finished and was ready for the next stage.
“Well done Liz. That was very quick.”
I secured her hands in the cuffs behind her back, then moved onto the part that I was sure would cause Liz more angst. The tit suction domes.
Pulling the domes from the ceiling a showed the inside of them to Liz. She began to cry as she saw the large spike at the centre of each dome, destined for each nipple, and the numerous smaller needles all around the dome. Her tits were already horrendously sore from the silicone injections.
I placed the first dome over her left tit and pressed the suction pump briefly. Liz’s tit meat was immediately sucked towards the needles. The pressure on her already sore tits seemed too much for Liz and she cried out in pain. Ignoring the pleas I pressed the button until the tips of the needles were pressing against, but not penetrating, her tit meat. She would be left like that for a few hours before the clock started. I repeated the process with her right tit.
“Now Lauren, whilst I get ready, explain to Liz what will happen in the next stage. And make it a full description.”
Lauren turned to Liz, hesitantly at first then: “Oh Liz, I don’t know how to tell you this. Master is going to brand you on your arse. He is going to take that white hot poker from the furnace and press it onto your lovely butt cheek. The pain is horrendous, the worst thing I have ever experienced. You can feel and hear your skin burning away. And it gets no better when he takes the brand off. It still feels like my skin is on fire, even now. Be brave darling.”
“A very good description Lauren, thank you. Are you ready Liz?”
“Oh Master, please don’t. I will do anything.”
“Oh dear” I said, shaking my head. “You bitches never learn, do you? If course you will do anything. You have no choice. What I want you to do is get ready to be branded. What I don’t want is you moaning and pleading. It is very tedious. Now are you ready to be branded?”
“Yes Master” she replied, tears welling in her eyes.
“That is better” I said and, without further warning, drew the brand out of the flame and pushed it hard onto her left cheek.
She was taken by surprise and the pain took a moment to register. When it did she jumped violently forwards. The leg restraints kept her from coming off the steel cocks, but as she fell back the seal on the tit dome was disrupted and the left one fell off.
“That is convenient” I said. “We can combine putting that back on with your punishment for not answering my question earlier.” She looked petrified.
I walked round to inspect the brand. A perfect red, slightly inflamed “3” stared up at me from her arse.
I retrieved the bottle from the table and sprayed it liberally all over her left tit (the one that the suction dome had fallen from). There was an angry red circle all round her tit where the dome had dug into her skin. But it had not broken the skin.
Liz was clearly expecting the liquid to hurt her because she jumped back as I sprayed. A look of confusion crossed her face when there was no pain. Indeed, I could see her thinking that the cold spray was pleasant on her stretched and abused tit. I just smiled at her.
“Let’s get the dome back on shall we?”
Should briefly thought about protesting but reconsidered just in time.
“Yes Master” was all she said.
I carefully placed the suction dome over her swollen tit and pressed the button. The suction created a seal then again began to drag her tit meat towards the needles and spikes on the dome. I stopped, as I had before, as the needles pushed against, but did not penetrate the skin. Liz was looking more and more perplexed at my intentions. They became clear as I pressed the button again just as I was putting the controller down. The suction increased causing all 20 of the needles to penetrate her tit meat. The initial pain was not too bad. It was just like having a number of injections, and the spike had still not penetrated her nipple. It was around 5 seconds later when Liz suffered an explosion of pain that nearly caused her to pull the restraints out of the saddle. That was when the acid that I had sprayed on her tit seeped into the newly created puncture wounds. Liz reacted like she had been electrocuted.
Her screams were music to my ears. So much so that I did not want them to stop. That was achieved when I sprayed some more of the acid onto her brand. A piercing scream was followed by silence. Liz had fainted. Time to move on.
Part 5
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.”
“Pull”
Tiffany had clearly realised the disadvantage she had. As soon as I shouted pull she raced back, completely taking the blond, who had not moved, by surprise. The tension on the bungee rope increased until the hook ripped clean through the blond’s nipple. The hole in Tiffany’s tit had increased in size, but her nipple was intact. She had won.
The blond stood whimpering and holding her ruined nipple. “Oh God no” she cried. blood oozed from the wound.
I grabbed the hot soldering iron from the workbench and began cauterising the wound. Although I wanted to cause these girls pain, I didn’t want to disfigure them. I liked them just the way they are.
The blond writhed in agony as the hot iron burned her tit meat. But even if I do say so myself, the wound was very neat when I had finished. In a few weeks when the scar healed, she would be as good as new – well physically at least.
“You can take the hook out” I said to Tiffany. She winced as the hook travelled back through her tit. But, no harm done. The bleeding quickly stopped.
I turned back to the blond who was pleading with her eyes for me to leave her alone.
“Do you need to be punished further, or will you follow my instructions next time?”
“No Master. I will get it right Master”
“Ok then. If my cum is dribbling down your tits in the next 2 minutes, then I will let you off. Go” I said, looking at my watch.
There was a moment’s confusion on her face, then she got down onto her knees, undid my trousers and slipped my semi-erect cock into her mouth. She sucked and stroked and licked my cock like her life depended on it. For all she knew, it might have done. Then well within the 2 minutes she felt my balls beginning to pulse. She slipped her mouth from around my cock, held it right over her tits and wanked me off. Seconds later, stream after stream of warm cum squirted onto her tits, running down underneath her bra. Mission accomplished!
“Right Chloe. Come over here and we will get on with the game.”
As we walked over to the table a stunning brunette caught my eye.
“What is your name slut?”
“Zoe” she replied.
“Well Zoe, you are a very good looking girl”
“Thank you Master” she replied.
“I want you to pull your knickers down and masturbate for me. I want you to make yourself cum within the next 10 minutes. And I want to hear you cumming”
“Yes Master” she said as she pulled down her knickers. Her face was going crimson with embarrassment as she slipped first one, then two fingers inside herself. I left her to get on with her shame.
“And you” I said, pointing at a petite blond with small pointed breasts and a girl with flowing auburn hair and big tits “I want the blond to decorate your tits with these coloured pins, whatever pattern she likes provided she uses all of them” (as she looked down she could see that there were at least 300 pins in the pot). “I don’t like the blond’s tits. Too small and pointed. You will inject her with these silicone shots to make them bigger and rounder. At least half of the shots must go directly into the nipple. Do you both understand?”
“Yes Master” they said in unison.
“Well don’t just stand there. Get on with it”
I watched as the blond pushed the first pin into the other girl’s tit. Whether it was to get it over with, or for my pleasure, I did not know. But she pushed that first pin right into her left nipple. And it clearly hurt. A lot. There was an ear piercing scream and her hands quickly shot up to protect her tits from further assault.
“Put your hands down now” I said in a calm manner. She quickly complied.
“What is your name?”
“Kandi” she replied.
I reached out and pulled the pin from her nipple and handed it back to the blond.
“Stick it back into her nipple” I said “We are going to carry on until Kandi learns to take the pain in a dignified way.”
The blond stuck the pin right through her nipple again. Kandi screamed, but this time did not raise her hands. I reached out and removed the pin.
“Better, but still not quite right was it?”
I handed the pin back to the blond: “Again.”
She again stuck the pin straight through Kandi’s nipple. This time, there was nothing more than a whimper.
“Good” I said “You have it. Now no more fuss”
“It’s your turn blondie” I said handing the silicone filled syringe to Kandi.
“I am afraid that your task is going to be much harder since I am told that the silicone really burns inside your tits. But the result is great. I want no noise. No resistance. Understood?”
“Yes Master”
“Now Kandi, straight into the right nipple I think.”
Kandi paused for a moment but just as I was raising my hand, she grasped blondie’s nipple between her fingers, squeezed and shoved the needle straight into the middle. Blondie’s legs nearly went from under her, but there was not a sound. She was visibly sucking in the scream. She let out a moan a couple of seconds letter as the burning sensation began.
“Very good” I said “what does it feel like?”
“It is excruciating Master. It feels like molten metal is running through my tit. The pain is almost unbearable” said blondie, tears streaming down her face.
“You have been very brave” I said “I am proud of you.”
“Now carry on girls. Exactly as you have been.”
I turned back to Chloe and we walked over to the table, behind the screen and out of earshot of all the other girls.
“Now Chloe, you have some hard decisions to make and some difficult explanations to give to these girls. You are going to decide which girl is tortured in which particular way. You are also going to explain to each girl what will happen to them. One of them will be mounted on a vibrator and experience nothing but pleasure. You will tell that girl. For one other girl, you will tell them that they are to be tortured in a particular way but nothing will happen. So you can ‘save’ just 2 girls. For the others, the torture methods range from the deeply unpleasant to the permanently maiming. It is up to you. Excited?”
Chloe had a look of sheer horror on her face but just managed a “Yes Master.”
“Good, let’s get on with it then. On the table there are 12 numbered cards. Each of them has a description of a torture method on the back. You must read through the cards, decide which number to allocate to a particular girl then go and explain their fate to them. All the others will hear as well. After you have explained what will happen to them, I will take that girl away and get her mounted on the clock. Understood?”
“Yes Master” a tear forming in the corner of Chloe’s eye.
“OK then. Start reading. There is no rush. Look through all the cards before you make your decision.”
I was determined to watch Chloe’s reaction as she read the cards, despite the distraction of 12 other stunning, lingerie-clad beauties around me. And her reactions did not disappoint. A couple of the cards produced a look of sheer horror. Others actually led to Chloe reaching down to her cunt, as if to protect it from the despicable torture that was listed. On 2 occasions she audibly gasped as she read the card. Yes, I thought, I have got it right!
Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was probably only 5 minutes or so, Chloe looked up:
“I have read the cards Master. Please don’t make me do this”
“Don’t worry Chloe, if you don’t feel able to do it ….” I said calmly and by the look on Chloe’s face, she was obviously shocked “…and you want one of the other girls to make the selection, then you can take your place on the clock.”
“No Master, I can’t face that. I’ll do it.”
“I thought you might” I said with a smile. “Well let’s make a start. Just two rules. First, you don’t allocate the vibrator seat until at least the 6th selection. Second, you read out exactly what is on the card. No explanations; no apologies. Understood?”
“Yes Master”
“Right then, make your first selection and go and explain to the lucky girl what will happen to her.” Another tear crept from Chloe’s eye. But she nodded gently and returned to the card.
It took a couple of minutes with Chloe flicking through the cards before she made her selection and walked from behind the screen to face the girls. It would be interesting to see if she had chosen one of the more extreme cards and, if so, who was the lucky recipient.
To my slight surprise it was one of the girls who had not been involved thus far. A tall brunette with deep brown eyes and, at a guess, 32D tits. She was a stunningly attractive girl. But, she had a look of arrogance about her. I wondered if Chloe had picked her first because she didn’t like her.
“What is your name bitch?”
“Lauren” she whimpered.
“Well Lauren, you are a lucky girl. Chloe has selected you first. Now Chloe, what have you got in store for Lauren.”
Chloe, clearly holding back the tears, began to read:
“Slut. You have been allocated the number 7. You will be secured onto a medium sized steel ‘cock’ (length 7 inches; girth 1 ½ inches). When the clock strikes “7” a switch will be flicked and the ‘cock,’ which has an oven element inside it, will begin to heat up. The heat will build slowly at first but will eventually reach the point where your cunt and womb will be cooked…..”
Lauren had clearly heard enough. Her legs buckled and she began to cry uncontrollably. I punched her hard in the stomach, then grabbed her hair to lift her back up.
“Now that was rude bitch. Chloe is talking to you and you will listen. Understood?”
“Yes Master”, she gasped through the pain.
“… The fun part is that you will have control over the last 2 increments of heat. You will have to click the controller to turn up the heat for those 2 increments. Once you have done so and left them at each setting for 2 minutes each, the heat will stop. Don’t worry about feinting and missing the fun. You will be given 2 adrenaline injections directly into each nipple to keep you awake. Finally, just so your titties don’t feel left out, I will manually run a soldering iron around each of your nipples. How many times will depend on how successful you are in a little game that we will play to take your mind off the heat!”
“Well done Chloe, an excellent start. Now Lauren, what do you say to Chloe?”
Lauren, who was still getting over the shock of what was going to happen to her, clearly didn’t understand what was expected of her. Just to get her thinking, I moved her knickers aside and gripped her clit between my thumb nail and finger and squeezed. Hard! Lauren let out an inhuman scream. I kept squeezing and would carry on until Lauren understood what was required. It took a while, she screamed and screamed, not comprehending what she had done wrong. Then it dawned on her….
“Thank you Chloe” she gasped through the obviously horrific pain.
“That is better bitch. Manners cost nothing” I let go of her clit, but just as she was straightening up I slapped her as hard as I could across the cunt lips. She doubled up in pain.
“And don’t forget again.”
“Now Lauren, if you would be so kind as to come with me, we will get you set up.”
Taking no chances I put a neck collar on Lauren, attached to the cattle prod. Any attempt at escape would be met with a shock to the windpipe, enough to stop even the biggest of men. Let alone a petite model. I led her to the main dungeon.
“Back in a moment girls. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves” I smiled.
I had not realised what effect seeing the clock would have on the girls. I got the idea when we walked in, Lauren took in the full sight and then suddenly grabbed her crutch. She was trying to prevent the piss from running down her leg. She had wet herself with terror.
I looked around and understood why. The clock was perhaps 10 metres wide. At each numbered station there was a ‘saddle” with cuffs for the ankles and cuffs at the back for the hands. But the bit that had undoubtedly caused Lauren to wet herself was the steel cocks sticking up from the saddle. Some of them were so big that they looked like they could split of girl in two.
“Don’t worry now Lauren, your cock is not as big as some of the others. It will case you pain in a different way.” She did not look reassured at all.
She was also probably not reassured by the extensive range of whips and canes hanging on the walls or the contents of my ‘toy’ cupboard (the doors of which were open) or the furnace burning in the corner. She would get to feel the purpose of the furnace soon enough!
“Now Lauren, let’s get you out of those wet knickers.”
She stepped back slightly as I went to pull her knickers down. I thought about punishing her but decided to give her one final chance. I really am getting too kind in my old age. Just as a test, I stepped behind her, held her tightly and shoved 2 fingers straight into her cunt. She was perfectly still. Test passed…
“Now Lauren. I like you, which is why I have my fingers up your cunt. The next bit will be considerably easier for you if you are aroused and have some juices flowing. I am going to wank you off for exactly 2 minutes. I will then put you on the saddle. The more aroused you are, the easier it will be.”
With that I began to slide my fingers in and out, rubbing her clit with my finger. Lauren seemed to understand the urgency of her situation and began to writhe and moan at the touch of my fingers. My erection was beginning to stir as well. Soon Lauren’s juices were flowing nicely, dripping over my fingers as the pace got quicker and quicker. Suddenly, Lauren let out a gasp and a long purring moan. She was cumming.
“Good girl” I whispered in her ear. “It is going to be so much easier for you if you co-operate.” With that I held her close to me, my hand feeling her racing heart beat from the orgasm. “It almost makes me want to spare you the next bit.”
There was a look of hope in Lauren’s eye. However, this soon went as I led her by the collar to the number 7 saddle.
“Time to hop aboard. As you have been so good I am going to let you get on yourself. It is so much less painful that way.”
Lauren gave me one more pleading look, before resignation and realism set in. She realised that she needed to get it over with whilst she was still wet. I held her hand as she slid onto the saddle. One more pleading look my way before she raised her hips up, placed the tip of the cock at the entrance to her cunt and pressed down.
Sweat began to form on Lauren’s forehead with the strain and pain of forcing the steel monster inside her. Whilst not the biggest of the ‘cocks’ the steel was totally unyielding and it was clearly stretching Lauren way beyond what was comfortable. The skin at the side of her cunt was painfully stretched and almost translucent. Had I made some of the other cocks too big? We would soon find out.
The next obstacle that Lauren faced happened when there was about 2 inches of the cock remaining. She suddenly howled in pain and came to a complete stop. It took me a moment to realise that the tip of the cock had reached the entrance to Lauren’s cervix. And her cervix did not wish to allow the cock aboard.
“I am afraid that this bit is going to hurt a lot Lauren. There is only one way to do it and that is quick.”
Before she could comprehend what I had said, I leapt onto the saddle, landing on Lauren’s legs. She shot down the last 2 inches, the end of the cock spearing her cervix. The scream was the loudest that she had done yet. It was also the most erotic because I was hugging Lauren, her tits pulsing up and down as she sobbed with pain. I lifted her head and kissed her greedily on the lips, my tongue exploring her teeth as she literally shook with pain. My erection throbbed against my pants. I was going to have to do something about that shortly.
“You did well darling. Very brave” I whispered to her. But she was lost in a world of pain and torment.
I secured the ankle cuffs, making sure that there was little or no scope for Lauren to move. Believe me, she was going to want that cock out of her in a few hours time. The bonds would need to be secure. Finally, I gently pulled her hands behind her and secured them with the cuffs on the back of the saddle.
Number 7 was ready. But there were 2 things that needed to happen before I returned to the main Chamber. I needed to do something about this erection. And I needed to give Lauren a permanent reminder of her position on the clock. I thought that Lauren would be more accommodating if I sorted out my erection first.
Lauren was still writhing round in her own world. The pain in her cervix was clearly not getting any better. Her eyes were almost rolling in her head. I was not going to get much sense out of her for a while.
I grabbed the lubricant, smeared it liberally on my finger and slid it up her arse. There was barely a murmour of recognition from Lauren. Removing my pants I went behind her and shoved my heaving cock up her arse. That seemed to wake her from the pain induced stupor. She moaned as I thrust hard into her. The effect was fantastic. As the end of my cock struck the steel cock Lauren shot forward, as if she had been electrocuted, then back. It was double the effect. And it soon told as I felt the pressure build in my balls and I exploded into Lauren’s arse, grabbing and squeezing her tits as I did so.
This seemed to bring Lauren out of her trance. She was getting more accustomed to the stabbing pain in her crutch and the burning pain of stretched skin. The body is a wonderfully adaptable thing.
Anyway, she would have something else to concentrate on in a moment. I decided to keep it a complete surprise.
“Lauren, that was fantastic. I have a surprise for you.” Without that I blindfolded her and kissed her hard on the lips. Amazingly her tongue slipped in my mouth. She still wanted to please me.
I silently walked across the room and retrieved what I was looking for. I walked up behind Lauren. She could sense my presence, but could see nothing. This truly would be a surprise.
The first that Lauren knew of the surprise was when the white hot brand pressed into the perfect curve of her left arse cheek. I held the brand on, drinking in the sight as her skin bubbled and sizzled as it burnt.
Lauren meanwhile had risen on the saddle in shock and panic. Almost an inch of the steel cock was showing between the saddle and her cunt. I removed the brand and Lauren fell back onto the saddle, ramming the inch of cock hard against her cervix. She leapt up again, this time realising what had happened and holding the position. I knew that she could not hold it for long. She slumped down onto the saddle and finally passed out.
I removed the blindfold and admired the perfect red “7” that now adorned her left cheek.
Number 7 was ready.
[To be continued].
Part 3
When I walked back into the room there was an eerie silence. I had expected a buzz of noise. The explanation I realised was that I had left the door to the clock dungeon open and the girls had heard the soundtrack to Lauren’s preparation. No bad thing I thought. Will increase the anticipation.
I glanced across the room and remembered the task that I had set for the blond and Kandi. Time to inspect their handiwork.
The results could not have been any more pleasing. Kandi’s tits were adorned with a perfect representation of the flag of St George, the red and white pins evenly distributed. The blond was quite the artist. Some blood had dripped down Kandi’s perfect, toned torse. I handed her a cloth.
“Clean yourself up bitch. I do not want you letting yourself go.”
“Yes Master” she said, wiping up the dried blood.
I ran my hands over the pins, watching fascinated as they rippled and caught the light on her tits. Kandi winced as the pins were pressed further in but made no attempt to move.
“Just one thing missing I think.” I selected a white pin from the pot, pushed Kandi’s knickers aside and pushed a pin straight into her clit. This time she did scream and jump aside. I would let her off. That clearly hurt a lot. I moved her knickers back into place.
“Well done” I said, turning to the blond. I was taken aback by the sight that awaited me. The blond’s small, coned tits had been completely transformed. They were now large and perfectly rounded, a little swollen in places, but otherwise perfect. I reached to grab them. They were obviously very sore because the blond started to cry as soon as I touched them.
“Don’t cry” I said “your tits are now perfect. Not like those pitiful fried eggs you have had all your life. The pain you have suffered is definitely worth it.” With that I squeezed them hard, causing the blond to nearly jump through the roof. I flicked her nipple hard just to complete the agony.
“Right let’s get on.”
“Excuse me Master” a voice from behind me. It was Zoe who I had told to masturbate for me, “may I stop doing this now?” – She had been masturbating for almost an hour and I could see that the lips of her cunt were becoming puffy and inflamed.
“You can have a choice Zoe. Carry on for another hour or have a clothes peg on each nipple for an hour. It is up to you. I do not mind either way.”
She hesitated for a moment then concluded that she could not take another hour of masturbating.
“The pegs please Master”
“Well since you asked so nicely …”
What I had not told her, but she would soon find out was that these were no ordinary clothes pegs. They were fitted with a sharp serrated edge on each side and a pin through the middle.
“Brace yourself” I said putting a stick in her mouth “I understand from others that this is a little sore.”
With that I let the clothes peg snap shut on her right nipple. The pin went straight through her bud, the serrated edge dug into her nipple causing a droplet of blood at each point. Zoe has hopping about in agony, her screams muffled by her wooden gag. No time to waste, I snapped the other peg closed on her left nipple. The wooden gag shot from her mouth, which simply remained open in a silent scream.
“Now do not touch those or you will be sorry”
Zoe nodded.
“Chloe, are you ready for the second card.”
“Yes Master.”
She grabbed the card from the desk and walked over to a petite, tan skinned lady, who I again did not know….yet. She was around 5 foot 4 with small features and a “C” cup. She was what you would describe as cute rather than sexy.
“Name?” I shouted.
The tears had started already. “Lucy, Master” she whispered, hardly audible. I nodded to Chloe and she began to read:
“You snivelling cocksucker” very apt I thought, although coincidental “you have been allocated the number 3 position. You are to become a human cow. You will be secured onto a small sized steel ‘cock’ in both your cunt and your arse. Your tits will be placed into suction domes, like those used to milk a cow. When the clock strikes “3” a switch will be flicked and the base of the 2 ‘cocks’ will inflate to create a water-tight seal. The end of the cocks will then pump a boiling hot, chilli based enema solution inside you. This will continue until your rectum and stomach are fully distended. The suction on your tit domes will also be operated. Your tits will be sucked onto needles in the surface of the dome which will pump silicone and adrenaline into them. Your tits will be expanded to a Double E cup. You will then be left like that for 50 minutes until the clock strikes 12. You will then be given the opportunity to remain distended for a further 30 minutes or to receive a mystery punishment. Enjoy.”
Lucy said nothing. Her tan skin looked pale and she had a vacant look. Resignation…Far less fun than resistance. But we take whatever we get!
“Come with me Lucy.”
I had obviously become lazy or complacent because I completely forgot to put the collar on Lucy before I released her cuffs. As soon as I did so, she charged straight at me, screaming like a wild a****l. It seemed that she did not want to be a cow!
Her attack took me by surprise and before I could properly react she swung a foot hard into my groin. The pain was intense and I started to black out, stars appearing before my eyes. Lucy ran past me towards the door.
I managed to pull myself together and shouted, as clearly as could, “Attack 8” (the number that I had given to Lucy. A loud buzz came from Lucy’s head and she dropped to the floor as if she had been shot. An electric shock direct to the brain would do that, I suppose. She was out cold.
I gave myself a moment to regain my composure and recover from the pain. Then, I staggered over to where Lucy lay, picked her up and carried her over to the “x” frame on the wall. Moments later she was firmly secured by her hands and ankles. I ripped her underwear off roughly and left her hanging – naked and at my mercy.
I addressed the whole group: “Lucy has just made the biggest mistake of what’s left of her life. Don’t any of you bitches even think about doing the same. Understood?”
“Yes Master” the girls chorused.
Lucy spluttered as she started to regain consciousness. A burst of smelling salts soon finished the job.
I lifted Lucy’s chin, gently – calling on all of my reserves of restraint – and said, very calmly “Big mistake bitch. Huge.” And I let her chin drop.
Making sure that Lucy could see my every step, I walked over to the toy cupboard, paused to think for a moment then put 8 or 9 items into a bag. I walked across the room back to where Lucy was hanging.
“Just to make sure that you have no escape from the pain” I said as I pulled the biggest syringe I could find, filled with adrenaline. I moved the tip of the needle to Lucy’s nipple and pushed it gently. The sharp needle went through the nipple. A gasp from Lucy. Then I pulled it out again. I repeated the process 5 times, before I ripped it out and jabbed the needle firmly through her clitoris. She yelped as I fully depressed the plunger, pumping the adrenaline deep into her body. There would be no escape.
Lucy seemed now to realise just how bad her predicament was. She correctly sensed that I was on the edge. She also correctly sensed that I might kill her. But not yet ….
I took the wire snips from my bag and, without saying a word, chopped her right nipple clean off. The blood squirted out, hitting me on the arm. I drank every drop. I knew that I would have to cauterise the wound but the blood seemed to be freaking Lucy out. So it could wait.
Next I took out an empty jam jar and filled it with a clear liquid. Lucy watched my every move as I did so. Again without any word I grabbed her right tit (now nipple-less) and dipped the open wound into the liquid. Nitric acid is about the last thing you want in even the smallest wound. In a wound the size of a nipple, the stinging, burning pain would be almost unbearable. I held her tit in the acid for a good minute until she was dribbling and had become completely incoherent.
It was time to sort the wound. I clicked open my Zippo and held the flame about ¼ inch below the open wound. The skin sizzled whilst Lucy yelled in agony. The wound was closed. The ruined skin almost looked like another nipple.
I had still not said a word since the onslaught began.
Back to the bag, I retrieved a set of 10 extra long needles with wooden handles. Kneeling down, I drove the point of the first needle under the nail of Lucy’s big toe. The scream was inhuman. When it was about 1 inch in, I moved it from side to side. I was rewarded with a stream of piss on my head.
“You dirty little bitch” I screamed.
Picking the severed nipple up off the floor, I threw it into Lucy’s mouth. Before she could spit it out I rammed 3 of the needles through her top and bottom lips, sewing her mouth shut. The barbs on the needles would ensure that she did not open her mouth. She was now almost silent, which was a relief. I love the sound of a tortured woman screaming but this was too much even for me.
6 needles left. I shoved 2 under her thumbnails. And 4 under her toenails. Despite the adrenaline, I could see that she was on the verge of passing out. No way, I thought. And pulled all of the needles out except those in her lips.
Time for the thing that would hurt her most. Lucy was a beautiful and very vain model. She would not be in the future. I carefully took the lid off a squeezy bottle in my bag and walked towards Lucy. Slowly, deliberately I raised the bottle above her face and squeezed. The acid dribbled down the right side of her face, the skin melting and fizzing as it did so. I was about to do the other side but stopped myself. Better for Lucy to be reminded of how beautiful she once was. I smiled to myself. A different tack. I parted Lucy’s cunt lips and gave a good squeeze to the bottle. A mist rose from her cunt as her most precious bits melted away. She slumped forward on the frame.
“Whilst Lucy has a little rest, you girls are going to help me decide the final part of her fate. I will either: (a) use the spiked iron pear to ruin her arsehole; or (b) slice off her ear. Which will it be – and everyone will vote.”
“Hands up for (a)” – 7 hands went up. The vain bitches clearly couldn’t vote for Lucy being further disfigured. I had no doubt that she would wish they hand.
As Lucy roused, I spoke to her for the first time since I had started the assault on her body.
“I think that you have something to say to me bitch”
“I am so sorry Master.”
“Good start” I said. “Now I want you to say: Please Master will you ruin this bitches arse with the iron pear. Because that is what you friends have asked for.”
“No Master; Please no more.”
I simply said 2 words: “Oh Dear!”
Taking a large belt from the wall, I turned it so the buckle was at the bottom and swung it hard, right onto her cunt lips. The blood exploded from her ruined parts. I swung again, catching her in exactly the same place. A third swing and part of her left lip fell off. I was starting the fourth swing when she screamed:
“Please Master will you ruin this bitches arse with the iron pear.”
“Why of course I will as you have asked so nicely.”
I was not sure that she even knew what an iron pear was until I took it out of the bag. I have to admit, it is a fearsome looking device. It looks much like a pear apart from the fact that it has a winding handle attached to the stem. When wound the handle releases a number of sharp metal spikes from the pear, which cut into whatever happens to be near them. In this case, it would be the inside of Lucy’s rectum. I had never used the pear before and was most anxious to start.
Walking behind Lucy with the pear I could see that the “x” frame left a perfect target. Her arse was completely exposed and at my mercy. The pear had to go in large end first. This might be a struggle. The choice was simply to hammer it in or to open her up first with a speculum. Why not let Lucy decide?
“Lucy. I have a little dilemma. Your arse is far too small to take the pear. Would you like me to just hammer it in or would you prefer me to open you up wide enough with the speculum. You have 10 seconds to decide unless you want me to use the belt again to focus your mind.”
The look of terror on Lucy’s face was simply divine. She had no idea which was better. In the end she decided that she did not want me using a hammer on her arse. So she went for the speculum. Good choice I thought.
“Chloe, I am a bit bored with doing all the work. Come over here and open Lucy up with the speculum would you.”
Chloe dutifully came over and took the speculum from me. As an act of mercy, she spat on it before pushing up to Lucy’s starfish and pushing…hard. She had to, her arse simply did not want to take the speculum. Lucy screamed and screamed as the cold metal violated her. Finally, after about 2 minutes and with the sweat of exertion pouring off Chloe, the speculum was fully in.
“Pump away Chloe. It will have to be wide to get this in so don’t be shy.”
There was little reaction to the first few clicks. Then, as her arse began to open up Lucy let out a low moan. 3 more clicks and she was again screaming incoherently.
“Only 10 more clicks Lucy” – There wasn’t. 5 at most. I am a tease!
Click, click, click. As her arse was stretched wider and wider, Lucy stopped screaming. It had clearly got to the point where the pain was too great for her to make any noise. The look on the face suggested that she was on the verge of insanity. Click, click.
Chloe stepped back and I advanced to check her handiwork. The skin between the blades of the speculum was stretched so tight that you could see right through it. I put my finger inside her arse to check. Sure enough, I could see the outline of each finger through the skin. I flicked the skin with my nail and managed to produce the first scream from Lucy for some time. 10 more flicks I she was moaning incoherently again. Time for the pear.
Although Lucy’s arse was stretched to an obscene and un-natural size (like giving birth through her arse!) I was amazed to find that it was still not quite big enough to take the large end of the pear. It was a real struggle to force it in and by the time that I had finished, there were 2 splits at the side of her arse, the blood dripping down her tanned skin. A little acid on each cut served to seal them and to make Lucy wail again.
I held the pear inside Lucy whilst Chole quickly pulled the speculum out. This was all too much for Lucy as she passed out, her arse closing and trying to return to its normal size (albeit with the large metal pear lodged within it). There was clearly some lasting damage since her arse would not close completely. It had left an “o” of around 1 inch, from which pointed the winding handle from the pear. Time for a break whilst Lucy regained consciousness.
I returned about 30 minutes later, wanting to ensure that Lucy had fully recovered. I injected 2 further adrenaline shots into her, this time avoiding the nipples. Finally, I broke 2 capsules of smelling salts under her nose. There was no doubt from her reaction that she was fully alert.
“I hope you liked our little warm up Lucy. Now for the main event!”
Lucy began to moan and utter over and over again “No, No, No.” I let her off. The begging was turning me on. And after all, how could she be punished any more?
I began to wind the handle. It was the first time that I had used the pear and I was intrigued to see how Lucy would react.
There was little reaction at first. I knew that the pear would be opening up, wedging itself firmly inside Lucy’s rectum. It was the next part that would really hurt!
There was a sudden click, signifying that the leaves of the pear were fully open. As I continued to turn, the spikes (around a dozen of them) would be moving slowly towards the tender skin inside Lucy’s shit-hole. A loud moan from Lucy told me that the spikes had begun to press against her. I continued to turn the handle. Moments later Lucy exploded in a frenzy of pain. She screamed manically, her legs and arms seemed to lose control, rattling her restraints in a sick chorus. And she lost control of her bladder again, a stream of warm piss running down her legs. The spikes were in!
The final stage – I attached the winding handle to a chain and fed the other end through the pulley attached to the wall. I then began to ratchet the pulley. It took Lucy a while to realise what was happening. She could not see anything. But by her reaction I guessed that she could certainly feel the pear being slowly ripped from her arse. This time fully opened.
I saw the end of the pear beginning to emerge, the metal gleaming in the harsh light of the dungeon. Lucy’s already ruined arsehole started to stretch tighter and tighter as the neck of the pear came out further and the thick, opened body made its way out. Lucy’s screaming became more and more intense with each ratchet. It soon became clear to me that there was no way that the skin would stretch to allow the metal b**st to slide out. She was going to split.
Two more ratchets and the pear shot out, tearing through Lucy’s rectal passage in at least 3 places. She slumped forward in her restraints, a broken lady. blood spurted from her ruined anus.
“Chloe” I said, handing her the soldering iron “get those wounds sealed before she bleeds to death. She is not getting off that easy. Oh and clean the pear. We may need that again if any of you other sluts try to escape.” The eerie silence in the room suggested that non-one would.
As I left the room I heard the sizzle as Chloe started to apply the soldering iron to each of Lucy’s wounds. There was little doubt in my mind that she would be u*********s throughout the whole, gory process.
Part 4
I strolled back into the dungeon some 20 minutes later. There was still an eerie silence. The only sound was Lucy’s gentle moans. She remained slumped in her restraints but was awake again. I could only imagine the agony that she was in from her ruined anus.
“Nice to see you have joined us again Lucy. I think you have something to say to me, don’t you?”
“Yes Master. Sorry Master” she whimpered.
“And?” I shouted.
She looked confused for a moment. Then it seemed to dawn on her: “Thank you Master for torturing this worthless slut and teaching her the error of her ways.”
“Believe me Lucy, it was a pleasure.”
Turning back to Chloe, I said: “There is a problem. Lucy’s arse is no longer watertight. We are going to need to pick another lucky volunteer to sit on station number 3 and become the human cow.”
Chloe looked around for a moment and pointed sheepishly at the blond who had had the silicone injected into her tits.
“Good choice Chloe, although I can only imagine the pain from the domes on her already sore tits.”
I walked over to the blond. I could not resist a squeeze of her now large, rounded tits. She yelped in pain as I kneaded them roughly.
“Now what is your name blondie?”
“Liz, Master”
“Liz. You come with me. And do not try anything like Lucy did. OK?”
“Yes Master.”
I was taking no chances. I applied the collar to Liz before walking her into the main dungeon.
Lauren was fully awake now, and moaned slightly as we entered. Her newly acquired brand was still bright red and seeping. She was pushing down slightly to relieve the pressure of the steel cock on her pussy. She looked fantastic.
“Now Liz. We are going to get straight down to business as Lucy has left us a little behind schedule.”
Handing her a tube of lube I said: “You have precisely 2 minutes to get yourself positioned on the saddle with the steels cocks stuck into your arse and pussy. You can use as much of the lube as you like. If you are not in position after 2 minutes, the lube will be replaced with chilli oil and I will position you. You time starts now.”
After a few moments to assess her situation, Liz made a decision. She was going to get herself on the saddle. She climbed up, the saddle stretching her legs wide apart. She squeezed a hefty dollop of lube on each of the steel cocks, positioned one at the entrance to her cunt, the other by her arsehole and slowly pressed down. She gasped as both cocks began to slip inside her. The one in her cunt slipped in easily. It was not that big. The one in her arse was more resistant, but fairly quickly slipped inside her. Within 45 seconds, she had finished and was ready for the next stage.
“Well done Liz. That was very quick.”
I secured her hands in the cuffs behind her back, then moved onto the part that I was sure would cause Liz more angst. The tit suction domes.
Pulling the domes from the ceiling a showed the inside of them to Liz. She began to cry as she saw the large spike at the centre of each dome, destined for each nipple, and the numerous smaller needles all around the dome. Her tits were already horrendously sore from the silicone injections.
I placed the first dome over her left tit and pressed the suction pump briefly. Liz’s tit meat was immediately sucked towards the needles. The pressure on her already sore tits seemed too much for Liz and she cried out in pain. Ignoring the pleas I pressed the button until the tips of the needles were pressing against, but not penetrating, her tit meat. She would be left like that for a few hours before the clock started. I repeated the process with her right tit.
“Now Lauren, whilst I get ready, explain to Liz what will happen in the next stage. And make it a full description.”
Lauren turned to Liz, hesitantly at first then: “Oh Liz, I don’t know how to tell you this. Master is going to brand you on your arse. He is going to take that white hot poker from the furnace and press it onto your lovely butt cheek. The pain is horrendous, the worst thing I have ever experienced. You can feel and hear your skin burning away. And it gets no better when he takes the brand off. It still feels like my skin is on fire, even now. Be brave darling.”
“A very good description Lauren, thank you. Are you ready Liz?”
“Oh Master, please don’t. I will do anything.”
“Oh dear” I said, shaking my head. “You bitches never learn, do you? If course you will do anything. You have no choice. What I want you to do is get ready to be branded. What I don’t want is you moaning and pleading. It is very tedious. Now are you ready to be branded?”
“Yes Master” she replied, tears welling in her eyes.
“That is better” I said and, without further warning, drew the brand out of the flame and pushed it hard onto her left cheek.
She was taken by surprise and the pain took a moment to register. When it did she jumped violently forwards. The leg restraints kept her from coming off the steel cocks, but as she fell back the seal on the tit dome was disrupted and the left one fell off.
“That is convenient” I said. “We can combine putting that back on with your punishment for not answering my question earlier.” She looked petrified.
I walked round to inspect the brand. A perfect red, slightly inflamed “3” stared up at me from her arse.
I retrieved the bottle from the table and sprayed it liberally all over her left tit (the one that the suction dome had fallen from). There was an angry red circle all round her tit where the dome had dug into her skin. But it had not broken the skin.
Liz was clearly expecting the liquid to hurt her because she jumped back as I sprayed. A look of confusion crossed her face when there was no pain. Indeed, I could see her thinking that the cold spray was pleasant on her stretched and abused tit. I just smiled at her.
“Let’s get the dome back on shall we?”
Should briefly thought about protesting but reconsidered just in time.
“Yes Master” was all she said.
I carefully placed the suction dome over her swollen tit and pressed the button. The suction created a seal then again began to drag her tit meat towards the needles and spikes on the dome. I stopped, as I had before, as the needles pushed against, but did not penetrate the skin. Liz was looking more and more perplexed at my intentions. They became clear as I pressed the button again just as I was putting the controller down. The suction increased causing all 20 of the needles to penetrate her tit meat. The initial pain was not too bad. It was just like having a number of injections, and the spike had still not penetrated her nipple. It was around 5 seconds later when Liz suffered an explosion of pain that nearly caused her to pull the restraints out of the saddle. That was when the acid that I had sprayed on her tit seeped into the newly created puncture wounds. Liz reacted like she had been electrocuted.
Her screams were music to my ears. So much so that I did not want them to stop. That was achieved when I sprayed some more of the acid onto her brand. A piercing scream was followed by silence. Liz had fainted. Time to move on.
Part 5
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.”
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