CHAPTER SIX
THE PLAY ROOM
I was taken into the Torture Chamber and I trembled with fear. The array of
vicious tools they had at their disposal was frightening and, what was worse,
they were very willing to use them. In addition to what they had gloatingly
showed me the day before, a brazier glowed in the corner and I could see the
handles of branding irons resting around its edge. I feared for my life. One of
the women led me towards the brazier and made me stand to attention in front of
it. She rejoined the others who had grouped at the other end of the chamber and
I could hear them laugh and snigger as they planned their entertainment.
It did not take long for them to come to some agreement and I watched them
go over to the rack, lift it off the floor and move it out of the way to the
side. I could see that this exposed two shackles, chained to the floor about
four feet apart and, on glancing up, I could see another two shackles, similarly
apart but hanging on chains from pulley blocks attached to the ceiling and
immediately above them. They walked over to me, each brandishing the obligatory
whip, and led me to the shackles. Within seconds they had removed my slave
chains and locked my ankles and wrists in the shackles. I could hear the sound
of the pulley blocks being operated and felt my body stretch as I was lifted off
the ground by my wrists with my legs being stretched apart by the shackles on
the floor.
My feet were only a couple of inches off the floor but one of the women put a
small box in front of me in order that she could stand on it and gloat at me
face to face. As I hung there I could feel the blood draining out of my hands
under the pressure of the shackles around my wrists and I knew that they were
just biding their time, increasing the tension and my fear in trying to
anticipate what they were going to do. It seemed like hours, but was probably
just a couple of minutes, when I heard a door open and close and the sound of
someone in high heels entering the room. I heard a muted conversation and a few
giggles - and then I smelt it! Judy's perfume! My nemesis was here again!
I heard her heels slowly clicking across the concrete floor, she drew near me
and stood in front of me so that I could see her "I know I said that I would not
see you again" she whispered apologetically, "but Sandra rang me and it really
was TOO good to miss, so here I am ready to join in the fun". This time she was
in a long black curly wig and dressed in a tight shiny black PVC jacket and
trousers with a pair of black patent leather thigh boots similar to the ones
that I had to wear. Around her slim waist was a leather belt and dangling from
it was a whip, but not like the ones to which I was subjected to daily. I could
see that this had just one razor sharp cord. "Do you like this outfit too" she
asked, "guess who paid for it? And I hope you appreciate all the trouble I went
to to get this whip just for you. It was really expensive but I know that you
will appreciate it". Whilst Judy was speaking to me I could feel my stomach
being released as the corset was taken off, the suspenders were removed from the
stockings and my panties lowered. Judy glanced down at my limp penis. Even the
sensuous clothes that she wore could not impose themselves against the terror
that consumed my body. "Oh dear" she cooed, as she stepped on the box "is my
little plaything broken. Let's see if this helps?" Even in these utterly dire
straits in which I found myself I was determined to defy her this time and
resist her advances, but under the onslaught of her exotic perfume, her luscious
glossy lips, her hot breath and the gentle squeezing of my penis, I capitulated
totally in seconds and kissed her passionately once more. She could feel my
penis growing in her cool PVC gloved hand and I sensed her smile as we kissed.
We both knew that she had easily won again and she duly withdrew her hand just
as I was on the point of ecstasy and stepped off the box.
"There that's made it better. Nurse Judy to the rescue again" she joked". Now I
know that you can't wait for me to try out your new whip on you so let's start".
She walked behind me and almost immediately I heard the swish of the whip and
recoiled and screamed as it cut across my buttocks. "Now, now" she rebuked "well
behaved slaves do not scream out. Let's try it again". Again I heard the swish
and felt it cut deep into my skin and it took all the powers of my determination
and concentration not to utter a sound.
"That's better" said Judy, "now you can have all the fun and enjoy the
experience of your new whip". I was nearly passing out with the pain, both from
the whip lashes and from being suspended by my wrists which also made it
difficult to breathe. Judy walked around to the front and stood on the box once
more and played her lips and hot breath on my face. "I've let the women borrow
your new toy, they're dying to try it out for themselves!" she whispered as she
reached down and squeezed my penis once more. Our lips met as I heard the swish
of the whip again and felt it across my back. I gulped, holding back my scream
of pain, but Judy carried on kissing and squeezing as each whiplash bit into my
skin.
If ever a situation encapsulated agony and ecstasy at the same time then this
was it. Judy was giving me sensual pleasure whilst I was enduring the pain of
the whip and my chains. Judy, as usual, stopped just short of ecstasy as the
women took it in turns to try out their skills and I finally passed out.
I was awoken by the sensation of Judy squeezing my penis again. "This is very
selfish of you" she rebuked playfully, "you've had all the pleasure and gone to
sleep but now it's about time that we had some fun as well". The thought of them
"having fun" after what I had just gone through did not bear thinking about. I
heard the sound of the pulley blocks being used and felt myself being lowered.
What relief when my feet hit the floor! I could feel the blood starting to rush
into my hands and fingers at last! I was disconnected from my shackles and led
to the side of the room where I collapsed in a heap. I was barely conscious but
could hear them lifting and dragging the rack back into the centre of the room.
"Get up slut" barked one of the women, and I staggered up and tottered on my
heels. "Over there" she said pointing to the rack and pushing me along. The five
of them grabbed me and dragged me face down across the bench before
spreadeagling me and shackling my ankles to one end of the rack and my wrists to
the other. One of the women turned the capstan at the end of the drum and I
could feel my body start to stretch as the device reached the first ratchet,
holding me in painful tension.
Judy leant over and nibbled my left ear, "Now, now lover girl, before we start
Sandra has asked us to do a little job" she said. I heard the flames of the
brazier roar as it was poked and all of a sudden I felt searing pain and smelt
burning flesh as one of the red hot branding irons was pressed between my
shoulders and then into my left buttock. "That's the "3" done" said one of the
women. "I hope you are going to be neat and tidy and not make a complete mess
like last time?" joked another. I endured the pain as one, nought, nine and WW
were burned into my skin. The bucket of cold water that was poured over my burn
marks to harden the skin also brought me around a bit, but my mind was
continually moving between total awareness and the solace of sleep.
Judy bent over me again and whispered, "Sorry about the admin, but Sandra
always likes to make sure that her slaves have the mark of her ownership and
their number, even the ones that she has discarded. Anyway we can get on with it
now". The ratchet was released and my ankles and wrists unshackled, but the
respite was short, they only wanted to turn me over and I was quickly
re-connected to the rack, this time with my legs more or less together.
Judy gleefully took charge of the capstan and started to rotate the drum. I
heard the first ratchet, and then the second and then the third. My body was on
the point of being pulled apart! Judy stopped and leaned over me again. I did
not know what she was going to do and she had taken me past the point where I
actually cared. Once again she used all her feminine allure. Her perfume,
luscious glossy lips and hot breath trapped me into a long kiss and I felt a
hand caress my rising penis. This time, however, something was different. Being
stretched as I was I could not look anywhere but immediately up at Judy's face
and the ceiling. I felt two legs straddling my hips and suddenly my penis was
being steered into a warm, wet vagina. This was the women's fun! They had
tortured me to the edge of consciousness and now they were going to rape me!
Judy was on hand to seduce me as one by one they took their pleasure. I must
admit that I was utterly surprised that I was able to keep going as long as I
did but seduction, fear and pain can be a heady mix!
After the last of the four women had had their fill, Judy said "Of course you
will not be able to service me in that way will you? So I will have to take my
pleasure in some other". She clambered onto the bench, straddled my chest and
pulled her tight shiny black PVC trousers down to reveal black satin knickers
and a panty girdle. She slid the knickers and girdle down to release a long
throbbing penis. Once more she leant forward to kiss me passionately but this
time broke away and thrust her penis into my mouth. "Screw me slut" she shouted.
I spluttered and choked as she plunged it up and down in my throat until she
gave a scream of ecstasy and despatched her sperm into my stomach. There was a
quiet glow of satisfaction as Judy withdrew it, wiped it with a flannel, climbed
off the bench and redressed herself.
She gave me a kiss on my lips and whispered "Thank you slut, I enjoyed that.
We are off to our rest room to have a little break now. Don't go away we haven't
finished with you yet" she joked. I heard them leave the room, the door close
and the key turn in the lock. The tension being applied to my body by the rack
was hardly bearable and once again I fell in and out of consciousness until they
returned.
Judy and the women breezed in. They had obviously decided what they wanted to
do as she came straight over and started to seduce me. Once again I was obliged
to service each one before Judy clambered on the bench and thrust her penis down
my throat again. This time, instead of the frenzied thrusts that I had endured
previously, these were slow and measured. Judy intended to extend her pleasure
for as long as possible. I could easily have tried to bite it, but what was the
point. Between Sandra, Judy and the women they had finally, and in virtually no
tine at all, mentally and physically defeated me and I did not have an ounce of
self worth or respect left. They had made me into their totally submissive slave
and they were rewarding themselves for their efforts. As her penis slowly grew
harder and longer under each lingering stroke, she spoke to me excitedly "Oh! I
know that you will be delighted about this. I have always wanted to have my
boobs done properly but never had quite enough money, what with having to keep
my wardrobe up to date, but now that I am selling your house I can easily afford
it and I'll be having a few other odds and ends done too. I knew you'd be
pleased. Oh! And the sale of your car has gone through so I can go and buy that
Pierre Cardin gown. Isn't life just truly wonderful?"
Judy sighed audibly as her penis finally exploded in my throat. She climbed
off, redressed herself and then thankfully relaxed the tension of the rack and
took it down one notch. "We have all had a wonderful few hours", she said " and
before we finish we have decided to treat you. We know how much you enjoyed your
new present so as a special favour we shall let you taste it again"
They unchained me from the rack. Blood rushed everywhere through my body and
my joints ached indescribably as they dragged me off the bench. I tottered on my
heels as they led me to one of the walls where they speadeagled me again, and
chained me to it with my face against the whitewashed bricks. Again I heard the
whish of the whip through the air and felt it cut agonisingly into my skin. "The
slave will count fifty lashes" snorted one of the women, "starting from now". I
counted out loud up to ten. "We can't hear you" another of the women said "Shout
it out. Start the count again!"
I really do not know how many lashes I received. I do not remember counting
any more but when I awoke they were redressing me back into my corset, panties
and stockings. The pain from the branding irons, the whip and the rack was
intensified beyond belief as the corset was relentlessly tightened around my
body. I was unchained from the wall and felt the cold steel of my slave chains
as they were locked back on my wrists and ankles.
"Stand to attention slut!" barked Judy, "I have one last job". My heart sank I
just could not take any more physical punishment. She continued "In this dusty
room my thigh boots have become very dirty. You will lick them clean and make
them shine" One of the women brought in a chair and Judy sat in it. I kneeled in
front of her and started my task. It was not easy, my mouth was dry, I had not
had anything to drink for hours and her pleasuring had made it unbelievably
sore. Judy watched my every lick and wallowed in my discomfort. She held the
whip in her right hand and threateningly played with the cord on my raw and
scarred shoulders
It seemed to take for ever but Judy did not mind. Her total power over me
thoroughly delighted her and the longer it lasted the more she liked it. I had
systematically gone from her high heel on the right boot, up the leg, down the
leg of the left boot and finished with the heel and they shone brightly in the
light from the brazier. I kneeled back to say I had finished. She stood up and
walked around glancing down at her boots. She turned back to me and despatched a
whiplash across my back. "Insolent slave. These are nowhere near good enough. Do
them again!"
She sat down again smiling broadly as I repeated my task. This time, when I
finished, she grudgingly accepted them.
"This might be the last time that I see you. Now that the women own you it is up
to them to decide what they want to do to you. I know that in the past they have
tortured their slaves to death so they will probably do the same to you. I have
quite a soft spot for you though and might decide to buy you if the price was
right and I have not spent all your money" She mused about the irony of that,
buying me as her slave with my money and chuckled at that. "I may ask about it
later but for now I want to leave you with another little present" "Good grief.
What now" I thought. She stood up in front of me and as I knelt on the floor,
lowered her panties and girdle and steered her penis into my mouth once more.
She put her gloved hands on my head and again used slow and measured strokes but
this time she made it last twice as long before she exploded in ecstasy.
"Now wasn't that a lovely going away present" she asked and, turning to the
women said "I've finished with her now, the slut is all yours". She adjusted her
attire and without looking back strode out of the room and closed the door
behind her. The women congregated around me. "You've worn us out too" they joked
" so we'll save you until tomorrow". I was hauled onto my feet as I heard the
sound of another squeaking pulley block. This time I could see one of the cages
which hung on chains from the high ceiling being lowered down to the floor. It
was about a 3ft cube made up of a grid of steel strips about 6 inches apart. A
door, fitted with a heavy padlock was on one of the sides and this was opened
and I was forced in. I just about fitted in and sat crouched up with my head
leaning forward. The door was slammed shut and I heard the key as it closed the
padlock. I heard the pulley block squeak again and felt the cage rise until it
was high in the ceiling. Through the grille I saw the women down below leave the
room and heard them lock the door. The cage gently swung too and fro in the glow
from the brazier. I went to sleep totally exhausted.
