Bound [open for 1 guy]

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I awake drowsily, blinking my eyes, opening them slowly. But still, I see nothing. I slowly begin to come to my senses; I am laying naked on a cold, steel table, my arms and legs in a weird configuration. I struggle to move them, to no avail; they have been tied with rope. My arms bound behind me, and my legs tied in a split. I move my head from side to side, trying to see, but cannot, realizing there is some sort of blindfold over my eyes. It's very dark and somewhat sticking to my face, so perhaps it is duct tape? I then try to open my mouth, to call for help or scream, and find I cannot. A very tight ball gag- almost like the bit given to a horse, or a bridle- fits very securely in my mouth and around my head, giving my tongue and teeth no movement. I try to squirm, and whine as I feel something in my ass. There is something big and wide, a huge butt plug stretching my ass open, and I groan as I feel it shift inside of me everytime I struggle. I continue to make muffled noises, screams and shrieks to alert someone- anyone- that I've been bound.
 
"Dont struggle little one, you will need to save all that energy." Mr. Clark looked upon his latest subject. She was perfect for this test.

He ran his fingers over her exposed pussy down to her anus testing that the butt plug was fully seated. Yes, her body was perfect.

The search for the one female subject with the ability to deal with all of the tests had been a long one. Mr Clark, under the direction of his benifactor, had been charged with locating a female who would be used as his personal toy...to be used as the man saw fit. But none had been able to with stand the pure physical and mental punishment that was to be meted out. The last one had literally gone insane....others had succumbed and passed away.

Now this one, she had the physical features that indicated she may excel...we will see, he thought.

He rolled his sleeves up and put on the leather gloves....time to go to work
 
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She heard the sound of a man's voice- deep and strong, which would've generally interested her. But not with the context of his words. 'saving her energy'...for what exactly? Now, Elise was no virgin, but she participated in vanilla sex only, and have only ever had sex with two partners. She didn't like the uncomfortable, burning feeling of something large in her ass, and didn't understand why she was tied up so. And she had no idea what was in her mouth...trying to move her teeth, tongue, and lips was futile. She let out a muffled scream as she felt his fingers on her body and began to struggle again, shaking her head weakly from side to side. How she hoped that he might simply toy with her sexually a little, and then let her go. All of her movements were restricted, as well as her vision. She wondered what would happen to her.
 
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He watched

He watched, quietly , sat almost motionless, as he watched her. She had tried to scream but it was muffled by the gag. He smiled and watched as she struggled. She couldn't hear him, of that he was sure. He was very good at being silent and very good at eliciting the responses he sought.

He stood up as she tried another scream, although this one was more of a whimper. Quietly, every so quietly, he stepped across the room, taking care with each step not to make even the slightest sound until he stood right next to her.

He reached out, slowly and, with the lightest of touches, ran his finger briefly down her cheek. She instantly stopped moving.

She now knew she was not alone.....
 
[I'm sorry, but I already started this topic with Ikely. I'm afraid I'm going to have to not respond to your post. Feel free to pm me or start another topic with me, however!]
 
Mr. Clark heard the muffled scream through the gag. He casually walked to the stainless steel table and removed the leather glove. His finger tips grazed along the flat of her stomach. he saw that her nipples were stiff and hard. he gave the right one a firm squeeze. The subject bounced in her bonds. he flattened his hand on her chest and felt her heart pounding in her chest.....good, he smiled.

he put the leather glove back on his hand. continued his lap around the table. he saw her nostrils flaring as her breathing was increasing, but could only draw air in through her nose. He ran his leather clad hand down one of her out stretched legs, feeling the foot, then to the ankle, along the calf, to her thigh, the muscle pulled tight and flexed under the skin. He studied her sex for a moment before delievering popping smack to the meat. A muffled cry sounded through the room....

Mr. Clark went to the table with the instruments on it. Picked up the remote control, and commanded a tracked robot switch on then move to the table. The electronic whirring sound echoed through the cinder block room. When the robot was in position between the test subjects legs, he turned on a bank of medical lights, then manuevered them with his hand to an angle, shining on her pussy.

The sound of the second hand on the clock could be heard as the hand made the constant trip around the face of the clock.

"You need to listen to me very carefully...." he had increased the volume of his voice
"There is no escape. You are not in control of what happens to you. I am in control of what happens here over the course of the next couple of days. We are going to test your body in every way. The purpose of which, is to make sure you understand the blending of pleasure......and pain.
You have been chosen by my benefactor to be his....toy. if you make it through this trial, you will become his property, to do with as he chooses. But also, you will be richly rewarded. If......"

Mr. Clark, moved back toward the robot. "You will need to accept your situation if you wish to make it through this trial." Stopping at the table with the stainless steel instruments he picked up a bottle of lube, he then pulled a small stool on wheels and rolled it so that when he sat he had easy access to her fully exposed pussy and the fat butt plug protruding from her anus.

he then poured a large amount of the slippery lube onto his leather gloved right hand, and then began to move his fingers through the lips of her pussy.

"we will begin by inducing an orgasm to measure your intial response." He firmly began fingering pussy.
 
Elise stiffened when she felt the bare touch of a man's fingers run along her skin. The slow, calculating manner in which they moved made her shiver, the hairs standing up on her arms from fear. She let out a squeal of protest when she felt him squeeze her right nipple, trying to twist her body away from him, but to no use, of course. She was completely immobile, trapped, with zero chances of escape. She was frightened, yet...intriguied, in a dark and disturbing way. Her body responded to the squeezing of her sensitive nub; her nipples stood up a little straighter, a little more firmly, and she closed her eyes, willing herself to not reactive. To just stay calm. To make it out of there unharmed.

She again stiffened, inhaling quickly through her nose as she felt a different sensation of touch running up her leg. It wasn't as rough and natural as skin, but she recognized that it was the mysterious man's touch all the same- slow and deliberate. She lay completely still as he made his way to her pussy, his hand hesitating in the air above it. She then felt and heard the smack of his hand as it hit her pussy hard, and she cried out in pain.

She began to struggle again, to try and make herself seem as undesirable as possible to him by shrieking and writhing around in her bonds. But then she stopped at once, upon hearing a small electrical or motor sound. She strained her neck, trying to turn her head to better use one of the few senses she had left- her hearing- but couldn't detect what it was. It sounded like a small motor of some sort, and it frightened her. What could he possibly be doing to her? She began to protest again, screaming and mumbling jumbled words into her gag, trying to plead with him to let her go as best as she could. But she stopped once more when she heard him speak, the sound of his voice equally intriguing and chilling.

She began to shake her head in protest at his words, knowing that she would be there for more than a day was just as terrifying as the prospect of pain. She then began to cry her refusal, shaking her head more quickly as she heard the words 'toy' and 'property'. Elise didn't understand. She was her own person, a strong young woman. She would or could never be owned by someone else- least not another man she didn't even know. This man who she had yet to see or know by name was so frightening to her. She couldn't help but wonder if his "benefactor" was even worse. She shivered at the thought and her whimpers quieted down, realizing it was all so futile to struggle- no matter how much she wanted to.

Elise heard the distinctive noise of the rolling of wheels across the floor, hearing them get louder as they got closer to where she was bound. She assumed it was a rolling chair or something of the sort, and held her breath as she tried to determine if the man was sitting in front of her. With his next sentence, she screamed in protest and began to struggle, harder than before. She thrashed about, wanting more than ever to get away from him. It was bone-chilling how he said that, bringing her to an orgasm. It sounded all so..scientific, like it was simply research or something. Well, couldn't he have used a more willing volunteer? She felt his gloved fingers plunge into her pussy, wetting it with a large amount of lube, and she moaned at the sudden invasion of her sex. She should her head again and again, trying to struggle, but it was hard while he was forcefully fingering her.
 
Mr. Clark watched her pussy respond. She was fighting her bodies natural reactions. She was doing what they all did, trying to not be an attractive subject, but her young body responded..just as he knew it would. The pussys own natural juices began to flow. As he continued to finger her, his hand palm up, and he began curling the fingers up, in a come here motion. The leather covered fingers began making contact with the spot. the area of rough skin, surrounded by the velvety soft tunnel.

He noticed her leg muscles flexing in her bonds...her toes curling and then spreading open....yes, she was fighting her body..it was a losing battle.

"Please, don't fight your bodies response. It will only tire you out. Just give in to the orgasm, let it happen...."

he saw her bounceing in the bonds now...."thats it, let it go.."

The orgasm rippled through her bound body, the cries muffled by the ball gag. her breathing, increasing...loud inhales and exhales through her nose. drool coming from the sides of her mouth, around the ball gag.

"Alright, just relax now....I will be loosening the bonds on your legs shortly, so relax."

The air in the room was humid now, the air filled with the smell of sweat, and female orgasm.

Mr. Clark went to the sink, and wet a soft cloth. he wiped her face, softly. Next, he picked up a narrow strip of well oiled thin leather. he then issued 2 whippings to her inner thighs....

"Pleasure and pain..."
 
She moaned involuntarily, her eyes closed beneath the tape, unable to help herself. She savored the feeling he was giving her, the sensations he was applying to her pussy. The steady and quick motion of his fingers, going in and out, in and out repeatedly felt so good. She felt his fingers curve inside of her pussy and hit that sweet spot over and over again. She questioned how long she would last. Her body was yearning to release an orgasm, but her mind was resisting. Her resistance was weakening, however.Her body's needs were taking over her mind's. Subconsciously she began to moan louder and louder, her body going tense, all muscles tightened. She flexed her toes, her calves, her whole legs, trying to focus on something besides the pleasure he was giving her. Elise continued to try and resist, but it was all so futile. The pleasure was building and she couldn't stop it...she gasped loudly, inhaling through her nose quickly, as she grew tired of fighting the waves of pleasure. She finally let go, physically unable to fight any longer, and orgasmed with a long scream. Her whole body went tight as she shook in her bounds, thrashing around from the pleasure of her orgasm.

As it subsided she grew still, breathing heavily from her nose. Elise felt like a wreck; she felt the slip of drool, as it slid out of her mouth and down her chin continuously, and her whole body felt clammy with sweat. She struggled for air, taking slow, deep breaths as he told her to relax. She tried as much as possible, closing her eyes. She was so tired. The orgasm took a lot out of her, but so did trying to fight it. She shrunk away as she felt a wet cloth touch her face, but didn't further resist as he tenderly wiped it. She welcomed the damp coolness of the cloth, the temporary relief it provided to her spent body. She briefly wondered what was to happen next, and snapped out of her reverie with the pain of 2 whips to her inner thighs. She screamed louder in her gag, whimpered as it continued to sting on her skin. His words made no sense to her, and she shook her head repeatedly, whimpering from the pain that automatically filled her senses and replaced the pleasure.
 
Mr. Clark removed his tie, playing the silk over her pussy. He smiled at that. He loosened the ropes holding her legs....they laid on the table. Her cum had taxed her. Mr. Clark chuckled. If that one had her spent then it was going to be a long couple of days.

"I am now going to remove this over sized butt plug now." He pulled the plug from her anus, and watched as the muscle closed and resumed its normal diameter. He massaged the asshole delicately.

"Now I am going to insert a device called the "catapillar". " He laid the device in her hand.
It was very thin, and had a silicon gel feel, with humps along the length. He pulled it away her hand.

"It is thin, and soft along the length, but it does have a sinster side...." The opposite end had a composite plastic head. Along the circumference of that head, were curved needles, 6 to be exact, much like the needle on an old phonograph or record player. He touched the needles to the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
She cried out into the ball gag.

Sitting on the stool, he grabbed the remote control for the robot. Pressing a button, the conical top portion spun of the robot whirred and spun a quarter turn. metallic sounds echoed through the chamber. Next the sound of hydrolics hissed. From the robot, an 8 inch long segemented stainless steel dildo extended part way out from the robot. Mr. Clark, using the remote, checked the device. sounds much like an air wrench now sounded through the room. Each segement of the stainless steel dildo spun in opposite directions. The device functioning correctly, Mr. Clark directed the dildo to the test subjects pussy lips. using a gloved hand, he seperated the lips, and the dildo plunged into the still slick pussy. The segements began spinning slowly while the dildo was pistoned in and out slowly.

He got up and went to the bound woman, and removed the ball gag.
"This next test is going to cause your breathing to increase substanially, so i am going to remove the gag. If you scream too much, the gag will go back, and you will get the lash..."

he placed the ball gag on the instrument table, and went back to the stool.
Next he lubed up the catapillar, and inserted the thin pencil sized end into her anus part way.

"Now your test is to keep your body open, your pussy and ass open...your legs up and spread....if you fail to do that the catapillar will bite. As long as you keep your self open and spread, you will not feel the bite."

He seated the catapillar fully into the anus, and the catapillar bit.
 
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Elise shivered as she felt the silk touch her pussy, the surprisingly softness of it startling her. She was cold, and spent, and exhausted. She didn't know how much more she could take, but found herself almost murmuring a 'thank you' into the ball gag as he loosened the bonds on her legs. The ropes had burned her skin, much like a carpet burn, from the frantic struggling she had produced. Now, she felt too tired to struggle, and it began to sink into her mind that it would be completely useless. She groaned as he removed the butt plug, her ass instantly feeling empty. As glad as she was to be free of that cumbersome tool, she found the feeling of it being gone quite uncomfortable. She squirmed a bit, trying to get used to it, and sighed into the gag at the hopelessness of her situation.

Her ears perked up when he spoke of a new device and she was surprised he was allowing her to feel it. She grasped it as best she could, given her hands were bound behind her back, and arched her eyebrows at how strange it felt, with its thinness and humps. She wondered what it would be used for. His words of its ‘sinister side’ left an unsettled, chilling feeling running down her spine, and she idly wondered what that meant. Elise soon found out as the needles touched the delicate skin of her inner thigh, and she was unable to resist crying out into her gag.

Elise’s attention was then directed towards the noise that seemed to be coming from below her. The sounds were loud and somewhat frightening, and she moaned loudly all of a sudden as the long dildo plunged into her pussy. It was nothing like she had ever felt before- extremely smooth and slow, with its segments spinning in opposite directions. It felt different, but different in a good way. Elise felt the buckle that secured the ball gag around her head loosen, and at once it came off. She moved her jaw around and her tongue, savoring the feeling of having control of her mouth once more. His words however, frightened her, especially the threat of the return of the gag and more whipping.

“Please….” she started out in a whisper, her voice weak and hoarse from all the screaming, “Don’t do this to me….let me go, please, I’m begging you…” She found that she didn’t have enough energy to continue, or to even scream, and simply shut her mouth, her eyes closed once more.

She whimpered involuntarily as he inserted the “nice” part of the caterpillar into her ass. She heard his words, the warning of the caterpillar once again frightening her, and took head of his advice. She nodded, more to herself than anything, to try and assure herself that she could do this. Elise spread her legs as wide as she could, and focused on keeping her ass and pussy open. As soon as the caterpillar was inserted fully into her ass, however, she felt all six needles bite the inside of her anus- a very tender area, especially after enduring all the stretching from the butt plug prior. She screamed, very loudly, from the pain, and focused on opening her ass once more. She didn’t even care about whether or not this was the final test, she just didn’t want to feel pain like that ever again. She whimpered from the pain, wishing it would cease soon, and wondered how long she would have to endure this.

“Please…tell me how long this test is…I don’t think I can handle much more,” she confessed after sometime. She had done very well thus far; her legs were up in the air and spread wide, almost in a split, and her pussy and ass were as open for his use as possible. She found herself growing tired though, and every time she started to relax, she also started to feel the bite of the caterpillar. She groaned in pain and strain, her muscles killing her. “Please stop…” she whispered hoarsely.
 
Mr. Clark went towards the subjects head. She was strong. Physically and mentally. Mr. Clark was duely impressed.

He ran his gloved hand along side her face. the beads of sweat causing the leather gloves to slide smoothly across her flesh.

"This can not be stopped now. You are here. And it must continue. If you make it through this portion of the process, and you have a full understanding of the concept of pleasure is pain, pain is pleasure, then we will move forward to your understanding of submission. Submission of your mind. Submission of your body. when that level of understanding is met, then you will move to the next plain of understanding...."

Mr Clark looked up at the bank of equipment suspended over the examination table. He spun a laptop computer down on its hinges, and opened it. He powered it up. He went to the remote control for the robot and toggled the then camera on the top of the robot to the on position. he then checked the hi def screen on the computer.

On the screen, in hi def was an image of the subjects pussy and ass was visable, and it would be to her in mere minutes. He realized she was experiencing an orgasm. On the screen, the clear image of her pussy quaking, the stainless steel dildo covered in her juice, seeing her struggle to hold her self open so as to not feel the bite of the catapillar. His cock responded.

He unbuttoned his white shirt. It was hot in the chamber. Sweat slicked his long, black hair. His goatee, which reminded some of the cartoon version of satan was neatly trimmed. he wore black slacks, and bruno mali shoes. he went and got a bottle water from a small refridgerator in the corner, cracked it open and drained it.

He went back to the table, the monitor properly position so she could see her bodies response, he leaned over and told her to repeat after him, "Pleasure is pain, pain is pleasure..."
On the 3rd recitation, he snatched the tape from her eyes....
 
Elise waited for his response, hoping for the best- yet expecting the worst. She heard his speak, and after his first words she tried blocking him out, shaking her head. "No, no, no...." she murmured over and over again, trying to convince herself that it was almost over.

"Please make it stop, please. . ." she groaned, it was so difficult to keep herself open when her pussy was responding differently. Her body's natural reaction was to clamp down on the dildo, to really feel the smooth steel pulsate in and out of her pussy, but she wouldn't let herself react. Because if she did...Elise shuddered as she remembered the pain, which seemed so vivid in her mind, but was simply a dill sting now.

"I won't ever submit, pain can't be pleasure, pleasure can't be pain, please stop..." she murmured again and again, repeating her mantra of some sort, unwilling to believe that she would be broken to accept pain as pleasure, and broken to be submissive to another person. To not just allow her body for use, but to have her mind be so broken down and exhausted that she would think of herself as no longer an individual, as a piece of property? The concept was still impossible to comprehend.

Elise moaned suddenly, her moan turning into a shrill scream, as her body's sexual instincts took over for a few mere seconds and she began to experience the orgasm she had no idea she was having. Her pussy gripped the dildo tightly, and as it began to close, so did her ass. She struggled to reopen them, more beads of sweat forming on her forehead and dripping down her face, the sweat dripping off of her body from how hard she was working. She panted heavily, the orgasm having an effect of her as well. How she wished she was able to enjoy it....

She shook her head as he took her to repeat after him, to repeat that "pleasure is pain, pain is pleasure." But she was so worn down from fighting off the orgasm and the bite of the caterpillar, and so afraid of a punishment, she wearily repeated after him.

"Pleasure is pain, pain is pleasure. Pleasure is pain, pain is pleasure. Pleasure is pain, pain is pleasure...." she felt the tape ripped from her eyes and winced, her eyes taking awhile to adjust to the light and her surroundings. She finally saw her captor, and didn't even bother to glare at him. She took notice of the laptop that was facing her, showing her her own pussy and ass, and the instruments inside of them. She then looked away, forgetting all about repeating after him, and was suddenly angry.

"What the hell is this?" she demanded to know, a little fire flaring up in her eyes. "Let me go right now! I've had enough!" she cried out, beginning to scream. She then began to struggle once more, trying to free her hands. But in the commotion of trying to do so, she forgot about keeping her legs up and apart, and her pussy and ass open. She felt the sharp bite of the 6 needles for a third time into her ass and she screamed louder than she ever had before. Tears stung her eyes and threatened to drip from them. She closed her eyes tightly, wincing, continuing to scream, the pain was so unbearable.
 
Mr. Clark grinned. she is strong. a fighter. good.

He got some leather restraints that were attached to shackles on the floor. He attached the strap to her right arm first, then retrieved the other one from the opposite side and bound her other arm.

He then retrieved the remote control and had the robot with draw the dildo. When the robot rolled itself back a small distance away, he went and with drew the catapillar.

He had her sit up, then rolled the table away so that she stood on unsteady feet. He took the cloth and wiped her face. He removed the rope bonds from her arms, and replaced them with cuffs. When the cuffs were in place, he removed the leather bonds and manouerved her to lay face down on the wheeled table. the leather bonds were then put into place on her ankle and a ratchet on the shackle pulled her legs apart.

he picked up the thin leather strap. With the thin leather strap, he whipped her ass. the stinging whips were delievered viciously with full arm strength. The ass cheeks were striped and quivering as she screamed out.

The robot was summonsed to him. he manouvered the lap top again so she could watch what was going to happen.

The robot was placed facing her asshole, and with a click a new dildo came out of the top. it was glass, and corkscrew shaped. Next, he took a thin microchip that was attached to a wire, and inserted it into her pussy. It would measure her bodily responses, and when she came, a light would illuminate on the robot.

"Have inserted a mechanism that will let me know when you cum. everytime you have an orgasm, you will receive 2 whips with my strap."

the anal dildo then slipped into her anal canal, and began to slowly rotate....
 
Elise panted loudly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She felt as though she had just ran a marathon, and she had. At least, a sexual marathon. She craned her neck, twisting to try and see what he was attaching to her arms and she struggled to free herself once more. She didn't budge at all, her arms as tightly secured as ever. She breathed a sigh of relief when he withdrew the dildo from her sensitive pussy, and even said "oh thank you" when he took the caterpillar out of her ass. She never wanted to see that instrument again, and was so thankful for it's departure. She now could simply lay there, her legs closed, pussy and ass not forced to be open. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily, her heart racing from anticipation, the orgasms, and the constant threat of fear.

"Thank you Sir, oh thank you..." she murmured subconsciously, somewhat unaware she was thanking him and already addressing him as 'Sir'.

She allowed him to manuver her so that she was laying face down on a table, her arms rebound with something softer- this time, cuffs- and her legs in shackles, spread far apart. She didn't even mind this time, too tired to barely think. She idly wondered what the next 'test' was and was pretty sure she would fail, whatever it was. The sharp sting and slap of a whip brought her back to reality. She began to scream each time he whipped her, her screams getting louder each time. She subconsciously liked the pain, however, and unbeknownest to her, her pussy was getting wet, and she was involuntarily rising her ass to meet his harsh blows. She continued to scream loudly, her hands clenched in fists in her bonds, shaking with each blow he delivered.

She shook her head, her eyes closed, gasping for air as he finally had mercy on her. "Thank you......" she gasped, barely able to keep her eyes open she was so weak. So weak from everything: the orgasms, the torture, the physical and mental pain, the whole ordeal. . . it was almost enough to break her, but not quite.

"I will not submit. Pain is not pleasure. Pleasure is not pain," she quietly repeated to herself, sometimes in her mind, sometimes aloud, as she lay on the table, trying to ignore his voice. However, she found herself listening nonetheless, and began to shake in fear again. She didn't want to orgasm...those whippings were horrible. Her ass was surely red and bruised. However, she did crave more pleasure...more pain. The rational part of her was still in control, and she shook her head.

"No, please, no..." she cried out moaning as the anal dildo went inside her ass. She wasn't expecting to be fucked in the ass, oh no. She expected him to continue to use her pussy. She was glad for the relief, yet puzzled by the sensations she was feeling. With each rotation of the dildo, it slipped further and further into her ass, filling her up completely. "Oh," she moaned, her moans increasing in intensity with each rotation.

It didn't take long for her to orgasm. She moaned loudly as it dragged on, her legs shaking in the shackles. She then screamed when she felt the two whips on her ass, the pain emphasized by the constant prescense of the dildo inside of her. However, the immediate pain after the pleasure was causing the two to blend together inside of her mind....the second time she orgasmed, it wasn't so bad. In fact, after all the orgasm she was having, it was getting almost painful to orgasm, and the 2 whips from his strap almost seemed like a relief. She screamed louder, surprised she could still use her vocal chords so well, and the scream turned into a moan when he whipped her. Each time, she raised her ass higher in the ass, her pussy muscles tightening with each whip.
 
The orgasms were coming quickly, and, to his dismay, his arm grew tired. This one was special, but he sensed she was moving towards understanding. The next procedure would certainly help push her in that direction.

He with drew the robot. he then position a wedge shaped pillow, soft and cover in velvet, underneath her hips. Sticking his hand underneath her, with drew the small vibrator, with a clit stimulator on the base.
Her pussy was sopping and the vibrator slid in easily. He insured the clit stimulator was positioned on the clit properly. When he turned it on it would vibrate the pussy and buzz the clit and would induce powerful orgasm in her.

That done, he got 2 then leather straps with buckle on each end. He buckled one end, then ran the leather strap through the crack of her ass, along her right ass cheek. he did the same on the left, then began turning a knob, which tightened the straps and forced her ass cheeks to spread open, exposing the puckered little star.

He walked to her head, and started putting in soft foam ear plugs.

"The next whippings will be whipped in....you may scream, there is no shame."

he returned to her ass, and picked up his leather strap. he applied some oil to it making it slick and to increase the sting.

"Hold your position...dont clinch." said, then delievered the first stinging whip onto her sensitive asshole.
 
Elise orgasmed a third time, unable to stop herself now. She cried out again, her sensitive pussy dying for a break as more of her juices gushed out of her pussy, her ass pushing back on the dildo and again rising up to meet his blows. She began to moan as he whipped her, the heat on her ass traveling to the pleasure in her pussy. Elise began to understand. Pain is pleasure, pleasure is pain. She was almost reluctant when he withdrew the dildo from her ass; it felt uncomfortably empty again, and whined as the head of it popped out of her ass. She panted, her chest rising and falling quickly once more, as it had been the entire time. She welcomed the feel of the plush velvet on her skin, and felt him slip something easily inside of her pussy and attach something to her sensitive clit. She hoped it was something to stimulate her senses- she had been orgasming this whole time without one touch of the clit, and it was enlarged and feeling rather neglected- and she also hoped he would use it on her very, very soon.

Elise then felt confusion when she felt the cool leather wrap around both of her ass checks, groaning a little as they tightened, spreading her ass cheeks apart. She felt the cool breeze on her sensitive, unprotected asshole, and wondered what was going to happen. She heard his words and struggled as he put the ear plugs in; elise wanted to hear what was going to happen to her. She shook her head, protesting, but it was to no avail. She couldn't see or hear Dr. Clark at that point, and could only wait in bitter anticipation.

SMACK! The whip came down hard not on her ass cheeks, but on her small, sensitive, tender asshole. She shrieked, louder than ever, beginning to cry from the pain. She couldn't stop herself from crying; the tears just continually dripped down her cheeks. She began to shake her head from side to side, the pain so intense she didnt even know what she was doing.

"No no no please stop Sir please don't ever do that again I'm begging you...." she cried out, whimpering from the pain that was still stinging her poor asshole.
 
Mr. Clark checked the vibrator. It was working to perfection. he waited for the clitorial orgasm. When he thought she was experiencing one, he unleashed the leather strap on her asshole with a flick of his wrist.

Her screams were piercing. The tears streamed out of her eyes.

He paused...waiting...listening to her sobs and listening for the moans and whimpers that would signal another orgasm. When it came, he whipped in once then delievered a second immediately.

The veins in her neck strained out as she screamed, he was glad he had put the ear plugs in.

Pausing, got a spray bottle with lube in it. He spray coated the pussy from behind, letting the lube run down to the clit.

The next orgasm began, and he whipped in again...it was the hardest so far. The now red sphincter muscle was shaking, and her screams were echoing off the cinderblock walls.

He placed the strap down and removed the ear plugs. He got a salve from the cabinet and went to the sobbing woman. then turned the vibrator off and put it back in the container on the pillow

removing his gloves, he felt the ass. it was hot to the touch.

With the ass cheeks spread open, he lean over and placed his tongue on the still quivering hole, while rubbing his fingertips on her lower back. then began rubbing gently the salve on to the asshole and the area around it.

When he was done he said, "You now get a brief rest period."
 
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Elise groaned, moaning uncontrollably even after the pain. It was as if she could no longer control herself anymore. Her body was reacting purely on instinct now, trying to read the pain and pleasure and differentiate between them. But it was getting so hard to do...mentally, she was exhausted, so her mind was no help at all. She was relying on her body to deal with the pain and pleasure as best as it could. As the second orgasm came on, she couldn't help herself and moaned loudly, crying out in pleasure at the clitoral orgasm. She continue to moan, even as it subsidied, her moans turning into piercing screams as he whipped her a second time.

"Please please stop i'm begging you, i'll do anything," she moaned, shaking her head again and again and again. She was completely desparate, completely at his mercy, almost 100% broken.

She began to cry again, screaming 'no!' as she felt the third orgasm begin to build. She begged for it to stop, muttering undecipherable words, the murmurs turning into a loud scream of pleasure once she orgasmed. With the third whip, she shrieked even louder, continually screaming, her more asshole feeling as though it had been split in two. She through it was for sure bleeding, or worse. The pain continued to radiate from it, spreading over her whole body, mixing with the pleasure. She could no longer tell the difference between them and merely whimpered, moaning softly to herself from the orgasms and the pain.

She cried out in relief as he turned the vibrator off- thank god, because she was feeling the fourth orgasm begin to build- and begged him to stop whipping her. It was when he took the ear plugs out did she only realize how deranged she sounded.

"Please stop, no more no more no more..." she murmured, still whining from the pain. "I'll do anything, please, just not that ever again..." she shuddered, feeling her asshole involuntarily jerk away from his tongue. She whimpered, even the slightest touch to the area was sensitive. She felt like her whole bottom was on fire.
 
"Did you just tell me you would do anything? You will do anything i tell you? We will see." he walked to a chair in the corner and sat. It was a break for him as well as for her. he sat admiring her body. covered in sweat, her muscle tone glistened in the white light.

He retrieved 2 more bottles of water, and drained his. then went to where she lay, tears still coming forth.

"Open your mouth, you need fluids." He opened the bottle and poured the water slowly, watching her tongue flick out to get some moisture. she struggled to drink as she was not in an up right position.

the cold water puddled underneath her.

He walked over to the table and arranged some to the instruments. He made sure he held them in front of her, so she could she what was coming.

First were anal beads, with each bead increasing in circumference.

next he held out 12 hypodermic syringe needles...
 
She continued to whimper, sniffling a little as her tears finally subsided. She nodded, her eyes shut tightly. "Yes, please not that ever again..." she murmured, not sure if she was even making sense.

She welcomed the water eagerly, her mouth opened wide, savoring the cool tasteless liquid that ran down her through. It revived her a little, and she didnt even mind the water that spilled on her face, and ran down to the floor. The cold felt so good on her burning hot skin...

She finished the water and hoped there was more. Elise could've easily continued drinking, another 2 or 3 bottles would have satisfied her thirst. She saw him leave her to go arrange something on a table. She craned her neck to see, curious to see what they were- and hoping they were less severe than those he had used previous. The anal beads, growing steadily larger down the strand, didn't scare her that much. It was what came next that did...12 hypodermic syringe needles. After her latest bad experience with the needles of the caterpillar, she couldn't take it. She suddenly began to thrash around on the table, screaming as loud as she had been when he was whipping her ass hole.

"Please no, no more needles, I can't take it, anything else, please, anything else," she said, panting between screams and her struggles. "I'm begging you, no needles, I'll let you do anything, I'll do anything for you, please Sir..."
 
"I know you will....I know you will do anything...and before this is over you will...do anything."
Mr. Clark went to the table and retrieved a soft, flexible dildo.

He took it and began rubbing up and down her pussy. Her body responded then he pulled it out and went to her head.

"Before this is over, you will not notice a difference between the way this makes you feel..." he present the dildo, coated with her juice. "...and the way these make you feel." he presented the needles.
Her screaming and struggling began again.

He got the robot to begin the masturbation of the pussy.

"everytime you orgasm, i am going to insert a needle. If you scream out the least little bit, i will stop and you will be caned with a whale bone cane. You will be unbound and you will have to present your ass for punishment. If you clinch or tighten up, i will reinsert the catapillar. Now lets begin."

Mr. Clark watched the pussy closely and when he saw the tell tale sign of the pussy flexing involutarily, he inserted a needle in her right ass cheek....
 
"Please Sir, I'm begging you, anything but this," she shrieked, her body shaking in fear and torturous anticipation. She was renewed with a surprising strength, more so than any she had had previous while enduring the excruciating lessons of pleasure and pain, and how they were interchangable. She was willing to accept that they were the same and be whoever's submissive as long as he didn't prick her with those twelve needles. Those twelve, long, sharp needles. . . she strained heavily in her bonds, the shackles, handcuffs, and other various restraints digging into her wrists and ankles. She struggled so much to free her legs that the shackles began to dig into her skin, piercing the delicate flesh. She whimpered as she felt the metal cut her skin, as a thin trickle of blood soon crept out from underneath the shackles.

She whimpered, groaning a little as he played with her pussy using the dildo, shaking her head at what was inevitably to come. She shrieked again as he began to speak of inserting a needle for every orgasm. For punishing her not only with a cane, but with that dreaded caterpillar for screaming. She shrieked and then quieted down, whimpered.

An orgasm for every needle....twelve orgasms of pleasure, and then pain....she didn't think she could do it.

"Please, please Sir, gag me or something...I don't think I'll be able to contain my screams." She whimpered as the robot began to use the dildo on her, and pressed her face against the table she was laying on. She hoped that when she orgasmed, her screams would be muffled enough to not to endure the whippings and further needle torture.

As she orgasmed, she shook a little in her bonds, and muffled a shriek as best as she could as he inserted a needle into her right ass cheek. With her next- and only second of twelve- orgasm, he inserted one into her left ass cheek. This continued, the pleasure soon turning completely to pain. It was almost as if when she orgasmed, it was immediately painful, instead of being turned painful by the insertion of the needles. But yet, the needles began to not sting so badly. Her ass began to welcome them, looking forward to them each time she orgasmed. Elise was changing....no longer able to tell the difference between pleasure and pain by her seventh orgasm. With an ass full of needles and a pussy with cum dripping from it, she merely whimpered from pain and pleasure with each orgasm and insertion of the needle. She didn't struggle or voice her complaints anymore, and merely lay silent, her mind changing to accomodate his teachings.

Pain is pleasure, pleasure is pain...
 
When the last orgasm subsided, Mr.Clark withdrew all the needles. He removed all of her bonds and helped her up.

"You did very well. You impressed me. So much so, that I think I want you for myself."

he walked the ice box, with drew 2 bottles of water. he directed the woman to a soft matteress bed. when she sat, he sat beside her, offering her the water.

"Are you hungry? If you are i will get you some food."

He watched her body. The muscles were toned and well defined. her breasts no longer heaved gasping for breath, but he was sure her throat was sore from the screaming.

"what is your name?"

He barely heard her..
"Elise, you are doing very well...but there is more to come. You must have your mind right, or you could lose it all. Before this is over, you will have me in every hole in your body...and...you will feel the whale bone cane as well as the lash....i know...ssshh..i know, but you must go through it. I know you can do it...i want you to do it, but you must accept the change you are undergoing and you must submit totally, mind and body to me."

He watched her for any sign of rebellion or fight. seeing none he told her that when she was done she was to take no more then 5 minutes to use the facilities if necessary then she was to lay prone on the red leather whipping table...it was time to feel the lash
 
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