part 2/3
High Tech Slavery - By Slave M.
Several minutes went by and I was trying to stand perfectly still not
knowing if the sensors were turned on. I designed the electrical current
that passes through the dildo to be very uncomfortable but mostly
harmless. It was about 60,000 volts but only about 1/10 of an amp. I had
tried the shock on myself while testing the machine and it can be very
stressful if used at the full setting. My legs were starting to get stiff and
my shoulders were burning, I must have been there about 20 minutes now. I
had not touched off a sensor but I could not hold my stomach in any more
and I let it out. My stomach touched the sensor and I got a strong jolt of
electricity right up my ass hole. My whole body flinched and my ass hit the
rear sensor and set it off the shock again. I managed to stabilize myself to
stop the shocks but I was suddenly realizing that I had designed a very
intense torture machine. My mind was beginning to break down and it had
only been about 30 minutes. I forgot that I had a sensor under my chin and I
looked down to see my rock hard penis and the shock went off again.
Mistress Fran must have increased the setting because the shock made me
jump off the floor and yank against my leg chains. The duration seemed
longer too. Was I ever going to be set free? Cassandra came back out of the
control room and walked over to me. She started caressing my inner thighs
and ass. She told me that I have a little while more to go and that I was
exciting mistress Fran immensely. Cassandra gave my stiff cock a gentle
stroke and then she walked back into the control room. Her bare ass was so
beautiful. It had been over an hour but was hard to tell, my body was
getting fatigued and I was setting off the shocks almost all the time. My
body was jumping back and forth setting off sensors as I squirmed. I was
worried that Mistress Fran and Cassandra were not even in the control room
any more. Maybe they went upstairs and forgot about me. The shocks then
stopped and Cassandra came out and slowly unlocked my legs and arms. She
lowered the horse and it felt as if a truck was pulled out of my ass. The
ooze that emanated from the tip of my cock was all over the saddle. I sat on
the freshly painted concrete floor and started massaging my muscles. This
was a cruel torture and I was exausted. Cassandra told me to take a 30
minute break and proceed to station two.
Station Two: "Caning devotion".
I guess I was ready for my next torture session. Mistress Fran was still in
the control room and the mirrored glass prevented me from seeing what she
was doing but I would guess that she is sitting in the high back padded
leather chair and that she had her legs up on the computer console and was
fingering her very wet pussy. I had a bit of nervousness about being
subjected to my inventions for the entire weekend. Right now I have only
finished one station and already I am drained from the electric shocks my
ass has taken. I knew Cassandra would do everything possible to make my
experience as tough as possible. Last week I was testing station one on
Cassandra and I had put the contact sensors in very cruel areas. I placed one
right under her pussy lips so she could not try to rub her pussy on the
saddle, another sensor was under her left breast so if her breast jiggled
even the slightest it would set off the shocks. I'm sure she did not forget
how I treated her. We heard over the speaker, "Place the victim into station
two." It was such a turn-on watching the naked Cassandra's while she
prepared the station. The contraption consisted of a pillory made of 2 inch
think aluminum stock. The pillory could be adjusted to the height of the
victim. Cassandra opened the pillory and I placed my hands and neck into
the openings. She then closed the pillory and locked the 2 half's together
with a long bolt that passed length wise through the center of both pieces.
She then adjusted the height of the pillory so that I was bent over at a
right angle. Cassandra tightend the handcuff ratchets that closed over my
wrists in the holes of the pillory. This was designed so a person of any size
could be locked into the pillory. Next she prepared the contraption that
locked my legs in place. The leg lock consisted of two long cylinders
attached to a bar that locked in the floor. The cylinders were also made of
heavy aluminum and opened up by use of long piano type hinges running
down the length of the tube. She opened the tubes and I placed a leg in each
tube. The tubes were then locked with hasps that were installed at
intervals down the length of the tube. With the tubes in place I was unable
to move my legs, ass or upper body in any direction. This was required so
the automatic canner would hit in the same prescribed place on my ass.
Cassandra wheeled over the canning machine. This machine was a hydraulic
arm that extended out of a control box. It was about the size of a small
filing cabinet. A variety of cane types could be attached to the arm. The
canes were all made out of a very strong but pliable nylon. Cassandra
installed one of the heavier nylon canes which was about 3/4 inches in
diameter. I had tried all the canes when I was building the machine and the
heavier canes were a real thumper. Cassandra wheeled the canner into place
and then set on the wheel locks. She hit the test button to see where the
cane would fall. The canner whacked me on the lower portion of my ass and
my whole body flinched against my bonds but I did not move. Cassandra then
raised the canner machine and hit the test button again. This time it struck
me on the most tender part of my upper ass. I know she did this for revenge.
Now come the computer hookups. Cassandra opened a piece of paper that she
had been carrying and on it was a sentence that Mistress Fran had written.
Cassandra picked up the microphone attached to the computer in front of
me and told me to read the sentence into the microphone. She hit the record
button and I spoke "Thank you my lovely mistress Fran" into the mic.
Cassandra then set the microphone on a stand and placed it near my mouth
and then she kissed me on the check and said "Enjoy." I knew exactly what I
had to do. There was a red light that was going to flash, and when it flashed
I had to speak the sentence into the mic. The automatic canner would then
give me a stroke. In the control room there were 3 control knobs for this
station. One knob controls the intensity of the stroke. One knob controls the
intensity of the punishment stroke, and the last knob controls the interval
in seconds between light flashes. When the red light flashes I have about 3
seconds to speak the sentence into the mic. The computer has a speech
interpreter and is programmed to listen for the sentence that Cassandra
had entered a few moments ago. If I spoke the correct sentence and did it in
time I got a cane stroke. If I missed my cue or did not speak the sentence
correctly I got a punishment stroke that usually is set at a very high
intensity. The red light flashed and I immediately spoke "Thank you my
lovely mistress Fran" then the cane stuck me. The nylon cane was very
stingy and heavy. I felt the hit reverberate through my body. Mistress Fran
had the light flashing about every 20 seconds and I continued to perform
correctly. This was going on for about 15 minutes now. My ass was getting
very raw. The cane strokes had all of my nerves on fire. I started to daze
out a little and I was slow in responding to the red light. I started speaking
but it was too late. The punishment stroke hit me and I almost fainted. The
shock of the stroke was intense My legs buckled but I did not move an inch.
The evil cylinders that my legs were locked into kept me very stationary.
The red light flashed again and I did not hesitate, I was now very intentive
to responding to the light and I did not want any more punishment strokes.
I'm sure Mistress Fran and Cassandra were getting off on this. I felt so
helpless and humiliated locked into this machine. My ass was on fire.
Mistress Fran changed the time between light flashes and it seemed like
about every minute or so. I think she decided that my ass was getting too
bruised and she wanted to keep me in the machine longer. I spent the better
part of 2 hours in the machine getting a stroke every minute. I was able to
move my ass up and down a few inches in each direction so the cane would
not keep hitting me in the same spot. During the 2 hours I missed my cue 3
times and suffered a punishment stroke. I will never forget those strokes.
This machine I designed is truly evil and now I am being tortured by it. My
mind was racing, I though that Mistress Fran and Cassandra fell asleep in
the control room or maybe they went upstairs and they are watching me
from the leather couch while they make love together. Were they going to
keep me in this torture station all day? After what I suspect was about 2
hours the light stopped. I was able to close my eyes and relax. My emotional
state was very drained from concentrating on the light and repeating the
same sentence "Thank you my lovely mistress Fran" over and over again.
About a 1/2 hour later Cassandra came out of the control room door and
undid my bonds. She told me to talk a break and get ready for the next
station. At this point all I could say was "yes my lady."
Station Three: "Thirsty?"
This was a 2 person station. Any combination of sexes could be used. This
was a station that 2 people could lock themselves into but needed a third
person to get them out. Cassandra started with me. There was a 4 inch
round steel column cemented into the floor and it extended to the ceiling. I
knelt down and got into a hog tie position with the post going up between
my legs and up behind me. Cassandra used a special set of leg and wrist
cuffs that were interconnected. The wrists and leg cuffs were connected
together with one link of a chain that resembled a 4 circle pattern. She
locked my ankles and wrists together behind me on the other side of the
post with my knees wresting on a thick rubber pad. She then attached a 4
inch wide leather belt around my waist and the post that held me to the
post very tightly. She then attached a ball gag in my mouth that consisted
of a heavy rubber inflatable bag with an attached air pump. The rubber bag
was connected to a series of leather straps that wrapped behind and around
my head. Cassandra buckled all the leather straps snugly and then inflated
the rubber bag. The bag filled my entire mouth. She then took out a padded
nylon belt with velcro at the ends and attached my neck to the post. I could
not move any part of my body. I felt very submissive in this position
because I was on my knees and my limbs were well behind me and locked in.
The cuff locks that bound my wrists and ankles were tight and it was
painful if I fought against them so I had to stay very still. Cassandra then
took out a catheter and inserted the tube down my hard penis, she was
gentle but she did not waste any time. She then took a small piece of raw
hide shoe lace and tied it to the handle of a 1/2 gallon plastic jug. She tied
the other end of the lace around my balls. She wrapped the lace around
several times and tied it off and gave my nuts a hard squeeze. I groaned
into the gag and I was barely heard. The other end of my catheter tube was
inserted into the plastic jug hanging from my balls.
Next was Cassandra's setup. There was another post like mine about 3 feet
away but instead of kneeling on the floor there was a platform about 4 feet
high up the post. Cassandra attached the same type of gag I was wearing to
herself and inflated the gag. She then pulled down a clear plastic tube that
was attached to a box in the ceiling and inserted the tube into a special
hole in the center of the rubber inflatable bag in her mouth. She pushed the
tube down into her throat until she had a gag reflex. Next she took out a
catheter and lubed up the tube and inserted into her uretha. She uncoiled the
clear plastic hose and walked over to me and inserted the other end of the
hose into the special hole in the center of my rubber gag. She inserted the
tube into my mouth until it touched the back of my throat. She kept pushing
it in until I gagged a little and then she pulled it out just a hair. I could
feel
the tube touching the back of my throat. Cassandra then climbed up on the
platform and tightend the 4 inch leather belt around her waist and the post.
She attached the velcro belt around her neck and the post and then she
locked her ankles and wrists together with the special set of cuffs. She
was very helpless looking and her beautiful shaved pussy was already wet.
She was extremely sexy to look at. Her nipples were very dark and
pronounced and her fair skin looked flawless. Mistress Fran had turned on
the valve from the control room that started the water flowing from the
water control box on the ceiling above Cassandra. I could see the water
flowing into her mouth and her adams apple moving up and down. The water
was a slow trickle. It was about 12 ounces every 20 minutes. It was only a
few minutes later that I saw the yellow urine uncontrollably come from
Cassandra's beautiful pussy and flow down the tube. It reached my mouth
and I had no choice but to swallow it. It tasted very sour and strong. It
would take a while for the water she was drinking to flush her system. I
could see Cassandra looking down at my dick that was now sticking
straight out and was hard as a rock. I think she enjoyed watching my
predicament of being forced to drink her piss. About 15 minutes into this
she was flowing her clear urine into my mouth and I was slowly drinking
Cassandra's piss. Suddenly I felt my body jerk a little and I was pissing
into the plastic jug hanging from my balls. I could feel the jug getting
heavier as it started to pull on my balls. The raw hide lace was cutting into
my balls and was very uncomfortable. I heard Mistress Fran say over the
speaker, "nice job slaves, I am setting the timer on the water for 2 hours.
When the timer goes off and Cassandra is all done feeding you, I will let
you out. Bon appetite."
I spent the next 2 hours drinking Cassandra's nectar. Cassandra was getting
very sore because I could see her fighting against her bonds but the leather
belt holding her to the post prevented her from moving. She was getting
fatigued and didn't want to drink any more water and she was crying. By the
end of the 2 hours I must have swallowed at least a 1/2 gallon of her urine.
My balls were hurting and were stretched and hanging very low from the
weight of the jug. By now I had filled up the jug almost half way with my
own piss. Finally I heard the solenoid shut off on the water spigot and
Mistress Fran walked out and unlocked Cassandra's ankle and wrist locks.
She told Cassandra to unlock me and for the two of us to get a good night
sleep. We had a full day ahead of us in the morning. Mistress Fran walked
upstairs and Cassandra stood there massaging her aching body. She pulled
her gag off and then pulled the catheter out of her pussy. She stood there
looking at me in my helplessly bound state and said, "Maybe I should leave
you here for a few hours and unlock you in the middle of the night." I
whimpered at her and begged with my eyes while trying to shake my head
no. She came over and pulled the catheter out of my dick very quickly, and I
shrieked into my gag. She untied the cord from my balls and told me that I
should drink my piss too and started to put the tube from my mouth into the
jug. Again I whimpered and shock my head. She grabbed my balls and
squeezed them very hard. My cries were so muffled in the gag you could
barely hear me. By now I had tears streaming down my face and she
commented that I was an ungrateful slave. She deflated my gag and pulled
it off my face. I gasped for air and finally got to move my stiff jaw. She
unlocked the wicked metal cuffs that were binding my limbs behind me and
I thanked Cassandra and slowly unbent my knees and tried to stand up. I was
too drained and broken down to even protest about what she just did to me.
We both slowly walked upstairs and crashed into our beds.
Station Four: "To much of a good thing."
This one was another 2 person station any combination of sexes could be
used. This time Mistress Fran assisted in locking me in to the station. I
removed my clothing and got up into the narrow table. The table was made
of metal and had leather straps that ran across from side to side from one
end of the table to the other. The straps were connected to channels that
are embedded in the table so the straps could slide and adjust to any size
person. The head of the table had an extension wide enough to rest my head
on. The extension was made of molded rubber and held the back of my head
in a cup. Cassandra and Mistress Fran proceeded to buckle all the straps on
the table. I was belted in with my arms to my sides and my legs together.
There were straps at least every 6 inches from my shoulders to my feet.
They were pulling the straps rather tightly which gave me a very helpless
feeling. A wide rubber strap came around the head extension and wrapped
around my forehead. I was unable to move my head nor any other part of my
body. Mistress Fran said "open wide" and she inserted a rubber ball gag in
my mouth and buckled the leather strap behind the head extension. She did
not want me sticking my tongue where it wasn't allowed. Mistress Fran
then inserted a breathing hose into the hole in the center of the ball in my
mouth and ran the hose down beside me. She then walked over and removed
Cassandra's very wet panties and stuck them on my nose and said, "Take a
good whiff slave, get used to the smell." Cassandra walked over to me and
facing my feet got up and straddled my face. Cassandra was a big boned
woman standing at least 6 feet tall. She had thick legs and very round
plump ass but was also very shapely. Cassandra's pussy was right over my
mouth and her sweet asshole was setting right on my nose with her ass
covering my face. I could not see a thing because Cassandra's ass was
covering my eyes. Mistress Fran then hit the pump jack on my table and
raised me up so Cassandra's weight was partially on my face with her feet
just off the floor. Mistress Fran then strapped Cassandra's thighs to the
end of the table just above my shoulders and she attached a pair of
handcuffs to Cassandra's wrists and padlocked the cuffs to a chain hanging
from the ceiling just above her.
This was the most intimate I have ever gotten with Cassandra and I
wanted to lick her pussy but could not get my tongue around the ball gag
that was jammed in my mouth. I could smell Cassandra's sexy wet pussy
and asshole. Mistress Fran attached a leather belt around Cassandra's
thighs that caused her thighs to tightly clamp my head. My ears were
completely blocked off with her thighs and I could not hear a thing. All the
sudden I felt the weight of Mistress Fran sitting on my chest. She must be
playing with Cassandra's tits. I felt Cassandra squirming around and I
figured that Mistress Fran was probably biting Cassandra's nipples.
Cassandra was getting hot. Her body temperature rose drastically and her
pussy juice was flowing over my face. I was somewhat comfortable. The
weight of Cassandra on my face was getting heavy but it was too
enjoyable to think of it as a discomfort. Mistress Fran started playing
with me. She attached a vicious set of nipple clamps to me. The clamps
had a little sharp spike in the jaw that was extremely painful. I instantly
started to moan but my cries were muffled against the gag and Cassandra
wet crotch. The clamps were taken off and then put back on again.
Mistress Fran did this off and on for about 15 minutes. She then moved to
my cock. She used some kind of whip that had a single strand to it. I think
it was one of my whip designs that consisted of a piece of mono filament
fishing line with tiny lead shot braided over it. She was whipping my cock
and balls and I was trying to move away from the blows but could not even
flinch and I was sweating all over. She then attached rubber bands to my
nuts and proceeded to tear the bands off. Cassandra's crotch was cooling
off by now and her pussy and asshole where sticking to my face. I lost
track of time and I guessed that we were locked together like this for at
least 4 hours. Cassandra did not hesitate when it came time to urinate.
Every so often she would let go and her hot piss would flow down my face.
Some of it would leak past the gag and I would have to swallow it because
there was no way of spitting it out. By now I was very familiar with taste
of her piss. Finally I felt Cassandra's weight come off my face and I open
my eyes. The 2 gorgeous females were standing in an embrace and looking
over me. Mistress Fran asked Cassandra if they should leave me here for a
few more hours? Cassandra said no, let him clean himself up, I want to
watch him perform in station five. The two of them unstrapped me from
the table and helped me to my feet. There were no clocks in the torture
room so I had no idea what time it was. I was told to wash up and take a
short rest.
Station Five: "Manual Labor".
This station was mostly Mistress Fran's design because she loved to
watch slaves work for her. The station was a steel bared cage about 8 X
10 feet that was in the corner of the room. Two walls of the cage where
heavy steel bars from floor to ceiling and the other two walls were the
concrete walls of the basement. The floor was concrete but was covered
with a sheet of black linoleum. The door had a lock that was controlled
by a computer connected solenoid. Mistress Fran placed a small plastic
bucket in the cage and said "In case you have to pee." She then had me
place my arms behind my back and she slid on a heavy latex glove that
encased my arms from my hands up to my shoulders. She buckled the
straps up and down the glove and I could feel my elbows pulling together.
Mistress Fran said, "We don't want you to use your hands now." She then
locked a set of ankle cuffs on my legs and told me to step into the cage. I
stepped in and Mistress Fran took out a plastic jug filled with metal
confetti. The confetti was a metallic substance made of steel. She
poured the confetti all over the floor of the cell. She then threw a small
device about the size of a magic marker on to the floor and shut the door
to the cage. The lock on the door shut with a bang. Mistress Fran said,
"You have work to do slave, get going." I got on my knees and picked up
the small tool in my teeth. The tool had a pickup device at the end about
the size of a 50 cent piece. The metal base was an electro magnet that
could pick up about 5 or 10 pieces of confetti at a time. I would pick up
some pieces using the tool and then I would have to crawl over to a bin
that was about 4 feet off the ground on the cage wall and with my tongue
I could depress a button at the end of tool that would shut off the electro
magnet and the confetti would drop into the bin. My chore was to pick up
every piece of confetti. Here was the kicker. There were computer eyes
in the ceiling that refracted light off the confetti that told the computer
that there was still confetti on the floor. When every bit of confetti was
removed from the floor, the light would stop refracting into the lenses
and the computer would open the solenoid controlled lock on the cage
door. I knew that Mistress Fran would never open the door for me even if
I sat there for days, so I had no choice but to get to work. The water
feeder that was in the small cage was moved to this cage so I could get
some water when I needed.
I tried to calculate how long it would take me to pick up all the confetti
by trying to guess how much was on the floor and how many I was picking
up in one minute. My estimate told me that I would be doing this for the
next 7 or 8 hours. It was slow going not being able to use my arms and
the leg shackles were very frustrating because they prevented me from
taking big steps. It was easier to crawl on the floor instead of getting up
each time to walk over to the collection bucket. Mistress Fran had her
video cameras set up and she and Cassandra were probably up in the
study cuddling on the leather couch while watching me labor down here.
It took me about 7 hours to pick up all the confetti. I took some breaks
because of the pain in my arms. I was a mess. My ankles were raw from
where I was fighting against the steel cuffs and my body was sore. When
I finished, the caged door lock opened and I crawled out of the cage and
up the stairs to mistress Fran and I kissed her leather boots and thanked
her. It was almost 6pm on Saturday now and I was allowed to take a
short nap and shower up for the small party that was arranged for
tonight.
