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Chapter 3
“Come here.”
“No, please sir, no.”
“Come here right now Pain or you will regret it.”
“Please sir, I tried my hardest, I really did, please! PLEASE!” This last plea Pain uttered from her knees with her hands thrust together in prayer, beseeching Mister Green in the most grovelling way she could.
“You can blame your new friend.” Mr Green picked Pain up under her armpits and deposited her back on her feet. “I want you to look at your friend Lolita while I do this, look at her and know who’s to blame for what I’m about to do.”
Pain looked up at Christine, tears streaked down her face and her bottom lip quivered. Mister Green was fiddling with something behind Pain’s back but Christine couldn’t see exactly what. His hand reappeared clenching two white cords that had previously been tied neatly in a bow at Pain’s back. Standing a good half foot taller than the diminutive blonde he looked down over her breasts as he pulled on the two cords.
Christine watched on as the two cords tightened. She’d thought that the twin channels built into Pain’s odd bra had been for a heavy underwire to support the girl’s large pendulous breasts. Now she realised that the channels contained two nooses of heavy white cord anchored in the middle of her chest with the ends emerging in Mister Green’s hand. As Mister Green pulled the cord, the two cords around the base of Pain’s breasts contracted. Christine’s jaw dropped as she realised what was happening. Pain looked up at Christine with tears welling in her eyes in anticipation of Mister Green’s slow and inevitable tightening of her bra.
“Ingenious isn’t it Lolita?” Mr Green suggested.
Before Mister Green had begun pulling, the two circular channels around each of Pain’s breasts had been eight inches in diameter. Christine watched on as Mister Green gradually tightened each noose, watching them contract around the base of Pain’s breasts from seven inches, then six and finally to five inches. Pain was crying freely now as her large breasts ballooned before her. Mister Green stopped when the nooses had shrunk to almost half their original size. He looked down in pleasure at the sight of the plump girl’s enormous breasts so terribly constricted.
He looked at Christine’s face, “See what you’ve done to your friend, do you think she’s had enough?” He asked casually.
“Yes sir.” Christine offered quickly.
“Hmmm... I wonder. Look down into the box Lolita.”
Christine looked down into the box containing the enema kit.
“Your friend was kind enough to use the smallest bulb in your virgin little bottom. And you repaid her with this,” He waved toward Pain’s bulging breasts. “I wonder how much you care for her. If I promised to stop tightening the nooses now, would you agree to let Pain replace the bulb in your bottom with one of the larger ones?”
Christine looked into the box, even the next smallest bulb was a good inch wider than the one currently in her. She thought about how much pain and humiliation she’d feel as a larger one was shoved into her tight and previously pristine bottom. Then she remembered poor Pain and her breasts, and looked upon the miserable girl facing her.
“Pain, why don’t you try and convince Lolita that she should agree.” Mister Green held the two cords tautly and stared straight into Christine’s eyes as Pain carried out Mister Green’s order.
“My bra is like my panties Lolita,” Pain began, “there are lots of bristles and two very sharp spikes right over my nipples.” Pain’s voice crackled as she fought back tears, “normally the spikes just prod into me, but now I’m so swollen that every little movement is agony. And in a minute,” she became almost inconsolable now and her voice began to crack, “Master will tighten the nets in the cups, pushing the spikes into my nipples. It will be bad enough when he does that, but please don’t let him have an excuse to tighten the nooses any further.
“Please Lolita, please agree to his demand.” Pain begged.
Christine cracked as Pain looked up, her normally pretty face contorted and disfigured by the torture being inflicted on her and the promise of worse to come.
She caved, “Alright, I agree.”
“Good.” Mister Green accepted. “Aren’t you lucky you have such nice friends Pain? But perhaps next time she won’t resist and leave her friend to suffer the consequences?”
Pain didn’t respond. Rather she stood quietly, looking to Christine as Mister Green tied off the two noose cords and secured them behind her in a double bow. “Now watch again Lolita as we tighten everything else.”
Mister Green now released a second set of cords in the back of Pain’s bra and began to tighten them. Christine watched as a spider web lattice of thinner cords running over Pain’s breasts tightened. As the net tightened, the cups contracted around Pain’s bulbous breasts. Mister Green took his time, relishing every moment as Pain began sobbing and then shrieking as the sharp plastic spikes over her nipples sank into the taut tit flesh and drove the stiff bristles even deeper into her.
Finally he tied off the second set of cords. Pain sobbed continuously, and when Mister Green finally released her, her hands flew to her poor tortured breasts. She looked down in horror, her hands held just off the punishing bra for fear of making a terrible situation worse. She knew better than to ask for relief, and she knew not to complain. Instead she walked slowly toward Christine, her eyes downcast, her tears splattering on the bound breasts that pointed out in front of her like torpedos.
“Do it.” Mister Green demanded as Pain knelt down between Christine’s splayed legs.
Pain whispered so quietly that she could barely hear her, “I forgive you, but please never do that again.”
She felt the horrific sensation of her bottom stretching over the bulb as Pain pulled it out. And she closed her eyes as Pain selected the next largest bulb and coated it in lubricant. This time Christine actively tried to assist Pain as she pushed this larger bulb against the tight muscle sphincter, but without avail.
“Please help me, he’ll tighten it further, just push, please, push like you’re going!” Pain whispered louder this time. Mister Green ignored Pain’s unauthorised speech.
Christine then followed Pain’s instructions for fear at what would happen to Pain if she failed again. She pushed and immediately felt the new bulb sink slowly into her, stretching her bottom terribly. Christine begun to cry deeply as she felt this larger object sink into her, tearing her apart, and eventually settling deep inside with her anus stretched tautly around the tapered base of the bulb.
“Thankyou, thankyou so much Lolita.” Pain cried quietly in relief.
“Pain, release the clip and then come and join me for a cuddle.” Mister Green ordered as he sat down on the heavy wooden seat facing Christine. Christine had been looking down at Pain when he made the order and she saw the look of weary fatalism grow on her face. She reached up to the hose that led from the bulb to the rubber bag and pulled off the clip to allow the warm water to begin its journey into Christine’s bowels.
Christine felt the water enter her as Pain approached Mister Green - patting his lap and indicating exactly where he wanted her to sit.
The feeling of water encroaching into her was awful, and between the invasion in her bottom and the growing feeling of the water in her belly, she shed yet more tears of her own. But in morbid curiosity she couldn’t help but watch as Pain sat down upon the sadist’s lap reverse cowgirl style with her back to him. Mister Green pushed her legs apart so Pain’s crotch was clearly visible to Christine. “Look at her while I do this.” Mister Green said next to Pain’s ear and loudly enough for Christine to hear her across the room.
Pain reclined against Mister Green’s chest with her legs spread and Mister Green proceeded to run his hands up and down Pain’s pure white corset. Tears streamed down Pain’s face as her breasts dangled before her in two obscenely ballooned and impaled spheres of hell.
“It should take a good ten minutes for that bag to empty itself into her, and then another twenty minutes to do its work. So why don’t you and I sit back and enjoy ourselves in the interim?” Mister Green suggested evilly.
“Yes sir.” Pain responded brokenly.
Christine’s guts began to churn as the liquid relentlessly drained into her. She looked down to see her belly distending as the liquid filled her. She also saw the small trickles of urine that splashed and dried on the ground beneath her as the catheter performed its function.
Looking back up and feeling the most abject humiliation she had ever felt in her life, she watched on as Mister Green now ran his hand between Pain’s legs. Christine imagined the terrible hurt that Pain must be experiencing as the sadist ground his fingers into the gusset of Pain’s panties, driving the spikes and bristles into her tender crotch.
Pain’s dam broke. Between the horrific agony of the bra and the hand between her legs she started sobbing uncontrollably. Christine cried with her, some of the tears her own, and some for the poor girl across the room suffering so horrifically because of her own failure. Mister Green in turn looked from one girl to the other, his face a mask of brutal and unrestrained hunger.
He spent several minutes just prodding with a single finger upon the spot where Pain’s clitoris lay, and relished every yelp and scream. Pain sobbed deeply, her face a river of tears and twisted agony. But never once did she resist his foul touches. Christine now fully understood just what the girls had meant when they told her to submit.
The bag emptied slowly as Christine and Pain suffered. Christine’s belly grew and the terrible feeling of fullness grew and grew. As the bag emptied she began to feel her guts churn. The churning spread, her bowels twisting and writhing within her. Then the pain began, slowly, inexorably the twisting pains turned into cramps. She bawled her face up, bit her lip against the pain in her stomach and all the while Mister Green looked on with his hand plying Pain’s crotch relentlessly.
It had seemed an age since the bag had emptied when Mister Green spoke again. “Tits or arse?” He asked Pain cryptically, and after a few moments, “I maul your tits, or you take a mark three up the arse.”
“Arse please sir.” She responded quickly.
“Fine. Stand.” Pain stood up and looked at Christine with embarrassment, as though she were ashamed at what Christine was about to witness. Mister Green rose from the chair and made his way to the cabinets containing the toys that Rubber had so carefully cleaned earlier in the day. He looked for several moments before selecting a large ten inch rubber dildo covered in hard nodules with a broad hilt at the base. Nodding in approval he then took a tube of lubricant and returned to the chair.
“Open your panties, bend over and present yourself.” He ordered. With tears still spilling down her face Pain followed his instructions and pulled the crotch zipper down to expose her anus. She bent over as far as she could and looked down at the ground.
Mister Green opened the lubricant and poured a small amount onto the knobbly dildo. Dropping the tube he wrapped his free hand in Pain’s pigtail, pulling her head back so that she looked straight at Christine.
Pain’s face betrayed all her feelings. The enormity of pain and mortification wracking her was written large across her cherubic face. Her bottom pouting lip quivered and tears rolled uncontrollably from her large blue eyes. Christine couldn’t help but watch on as Mister Green lowered his weapon toward Pain’s waiting hole.
“Now Lolita, watch how a real slut takes it from behind. This is at least twice the width of the little thing inside you, not to mention the lovely little features lining its length, and I’ve only added the smallest amount of lubricant. Now - watch and learn.” The knobbly phallus dropped from Christine’s sight, but she knew the moment that it came up against Pain’s bottom when Pain bit her quivering lip. Mister Green grinned as he thrust the terrible phallus into Pain’s rectum. He took his time, ensuring she felt every single one of the unforgiving protrusions upon the dildo. Pain’s face contorted even further into a mask of misery as her bowels were ground and grated by the punishing object. Finally Mr Green slammed the last inch home in a quick movement, ensuring the dildo’s hilt smashed the spikes surrounding Pain’s anus deep into the soft flesh underneath. Pain screamed with the most heart wrenching anguish imaginable, and she kept on screaming as Mister Green rotated the phallus inside her while keeping steady pressure on the hilt to ensure the little bristles and spikes gouging her anus ground and rasped the delicate membranes.
All the while he kept his hand wrapped in Pain’s pony tail, ensuring the girl looked straight at Christine while she endured the unendurable.
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An hour later Mister Green secured the locking chain back around Christine’s waist after changing her diaper. “I will see you later little one,” Mister Green grinned as he set Christine on her way back up to the common room.
She walked back into the common room in her pink and white gingham dress to find the three other girls all seated around the table. Christine’s bottom still ached from the unnatural invader that until recently had been buried in her, but on the bright side the cramps had disappeared as the enema water had gushed out of her bowels. Her relief had been palpable.
Pain however – still clearly suffering from her excruciating bra – was being questioned by Rubber and School who had undoubtedly heard the screams from below. But it seemed that the teary blonde had remained tight lipped about what had happened. She was probably embarrassed, thought Christine. Personally she was mortified that she’d allowed the nozzle in her back passage, but Pain had done worse, she’d openly asked for that monster dildo in her bottom.
Christine walked passed the girls, she couldn’t cope with the shame of facing them right now. Not after she’d endured what she had. Not after she’d caused Pain’s terrible punishment. Not when she could continuously feel her bladder emptying into her diaper, providing her with a constant reminder of her situation.
She walked quietly to her room, careful not to make eye contact with any of them, and lay down on her bed.
“Are you okay?” School stood in the doorway.
“No.” Christine responded.
“What happened downstairs?” She asked matter-of-factly.
Christine shrugged: “He tortured Pain terribly.” She responded, “And it was my fault.” Christine very quickly explained what had happed, brushing over the more sordid details.
“You should have submitted.” Was all School said, and she left the doorway. Christine’s heart sank at the disappointment and disdain in School’s voice. How would she cope with this place if she upset the other girls. School’s words echoed through her mind as she lay on her bed resolving never to do something so cowardly again.
Christine elected to stay in her room for the remainder of the afternoon. At one point a blind and silent Rubber tottered into her room. Christine looked up at the matte-black girl in her rubber encasement. Rubber held her head on a slight angle, as though questioning. Christine had no words to offer and Rubber left after a few minutes of silence.
“Look,” Sophie said through the earpiece, “it happens, you can’t blame yourself. We all fail from time to time, and the girls will forgive you in time, they probably already have. Just ignore School, she’s a foul tempered red head, don’t worry about it.”
Christine listened to Sophie’s words of encouragement, but nothing could break the feeling she had that she’d let Pain down and that if she’d only been a little less selfish the blonde wouldn’t be suffering so terribly now.
“You can’t mope in here.” Sophie said. “Come on, get up, at least go and help the others get dinner on the table.”
She dragged herself off the bed and into the common room and found the girls setting the central table. All the forks and knives were plastic, the plates were plastic and so were the cups. Christine wondered about the plastic cutlery and then almost slapped herself for stupidity when she realised that their captors would never let the girls get their hands on something like a real metal knife or fork. Anything like that could be used as a weapon, and from what she’d seen so far the masters didn’t leave anything to chance.
“Can I help?” she asked and it was Pain who responded first, red eyed and teary, her bra still tightened and clearly causing her the most terrible pain, but nonetheless she attempted a smile through her agony and welcomed Christine back into the fold. Christine did her best to smile back.
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School displayed the toothpicks to the girls: three long, one short, before hiding them in the cup of her hand.
Rubber took the first pick, clumsily selecting a full length one. Unable to see the result she relied on School to quietly tell her that she’d successfully avoided two consecutive nights in the cell. Rubber audibly sighed through her ring gag.
School next offered a toothpick to Christine. Her heart beat fast as she looked at the three wooden slivers before her. She settled on the one in the middle and sighed with relief as her toothpick came out intact as well.
Pain and School shared a look. School shrugged and Pain selected the toothpick on the left. It was broken.
Christine’s heart sank immediately. The poor girl had already suffered enough! Couldn’t they just leave her alone?
Mister Black, who had watched the ritual from a corner of the room with interest, now stepped forward and began to advance on a bereft Pain. “Ah piggy, piggy, piggy. What a pleasant surprise. I told you I had some wonderful ideas. Here, put these on you fat bitch.” Mister Black threw four restraints at Pain. Already tormented by her tightened bra, Pain began crying straight away as she realised that she would be spending the night in the cell with her bra on. Weeping, she began to wrap the restraints about her wrists and ankles.
“Wait! Sir! Wait!” Christine called out.
Mister Black turned slowly, “what is it Lolita?”
“Me for her… Sir, I mean.”
“Pardon?” He asked carefully.
“I’ll take her place Sir.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s not fair Sir. Pain’s been through enough, and it’s my fault. I should be up there, not her. I’ll take her place willingly.” Christine explained calmly.
Pain looked up at Christine from her knees, moments ago she’d faced the prospect of a full night of torture at Mister Black’s hands. Now she held onto a glimmer of hope, and thankfulness shone through her eyes. Christine felt a warm flush of pride for her selfless act.
“Let me get this right. You want to undergo whatever it was that I had planned for her?”
“Yes sir.” She said confidently.
“Fine, you put those on then.” Mister Black told Christine tersely. “When she’s finished, secure her to the cross.” He told the others, “And you my fat little sow,” he pointed directly at Pain, “I will have my fun with you one of these nights, you just wait.” Pain ignored him, simply happy to have dodged a night in the cell.
Christine soon found herself – for the second time today – strapped to a Saint Andrew’s Cross waiting on the whim of a cruel pervert.
He stood before Christine, stroking his neatly trimmed goatee. “Well you haven’t got any teats to speak of, and I was going to have some fun with piggy’s fat bags, but I guess we can still play the mystery bag game!” He grinned.
“Here, you’ll need this,” He pulled a blindfold out of a pocket and wrapped it around Christine’s head, engulfing her in darkness.
“Now,” he said from what sounded like the other side of the room, “does anyone want to explain the mystery bag game to Lolita?” Christine heard nothing but silence.
“You, School, you like the mystery bag game, you explain it.” Mister Black instructed School.
“Yes sir.” School said carefully, “Master will place some toys in a bag. Feeling through the bag, you must choose one, and it will then be inserted into the orifice of Master’s choice. Once inserted, it will be left in you overnight.” School finished, her voice deadpan and devoid of emotion.
“Very good School.” She felt Mister Black standing next to her. “There, feel the bag?” Mister Black placed the bag in Christine’s bound hand and she began feeling through the material.
“There are three very different items in there Lolita, each with their own very special surprises! And I’m happy to tell you that whichever one you choose goes in your bottom! You see, I thought that you so loved your enema this afternoon then why not finish the day off with a bang! So think long and hard before making your choice Lolita, because whichever you choose is going to be your closest friend as you lie hogtied on the floor of the cell all night!”
Christine gulped, now having second thoughts about having taking Pain’s place. Her hand grasped at the outside of the bag, trying to come to grips with the objects within. There was one very, very wide, squishy and shortish object. She automatically discounted that one as it was simply monstrous, easily three or four magnitudes larger than the modest enema bulb she’d endured earlier today.
The second object she automatically discounted as well. Although she could almost get her forefinger and thumb around its diameter (probably twice the width of the enema bulb) she quickly felt the rock hard protrusions covering the length of the dildo from top to bottom.
She grasped and pinched at the bag some more, trying to find the supposed third object but having difficulty locating it. Eventually she found it in the very bottom of the bag and she breathed a sigh of relief. The other two objects would have torn her apart, but this one was a very modest size, maybe the width of her index finger, and not much longer either. “This one.” She indicated victoriously.
“Right then. School, remove Lolita’s blindfold and we’ll take a little look at her selection shall we?”
Christine blinked for a few seconds as her sight was restored. Mister Black stood at the table, mystery bag in hand. First of all he pulled out the largest object, “Ta da! Lolita has turned down a night filled with the monster butt buster, one of the largest butt plugs in our collection. Manufactured from soft, durable latex, this baby is guaranteed to stretch and tear the most limber of arse sluts,” Mister Black grinned and capered like a game show host, clearly enjoying the building tension in the room.
He placed the gargantuan plug down on the table, it was a good four or five inches across at the tapered base, and at its broadest point, probably six or seven inches. Christine shook her head, there was no way that could ever fit in a human being, and she would never have chosen it. So why had it been in the bag? She wondered.
She instantly recognised the second object, “Behold, the Mark Three Punisher, only recently extracted from the filthy depths of Pain’s shit hole, and still dirty from her fat little arse! Note the solid silicone protrusions for that very special pain slut! What a shame Lolita, you would have really enjoyed this one.”
Christine felt a chill go through her. Hang on, she thought, why put two objects in the bag that I would obviously never pick? Had she really thought this through properly?
“But what’s left in the bag?” Mister Black shook the bag and feigned an inability to find the remaining object.
Meanwhile Christine’s brain finally grasped something terribly important: why put two enormous dildos in the bag, and then tell me that the one I choose is going in my behind? Why: so I wouldn’t choose them, and so I wouldn’t think too hard about the remaining object – all you were thinking about was size, weren’t you? What if…
“Oh look everyone, look at what little Lolita has decided to stick in her little bottom all night!” Mister Black announced gleefully.
Fear and loathing smashed down on her like an avalanche.
“Why it’s a fresh red chilli!” Mister Black presented the long red chilli to the room. Pain groaned in sympathy as Christine cried out: “No! Please! I’ve changed my mind, the second one, the second one!”
“Oh but its too late now little chicken,” Mister Black stood before her brandishing the chilli. “Straight in your little bot-bot with the chilli… School, her diaper please.” School knelt down and began unlocking Christine’s lockable plastic pants.
“Please, I beg of you,” Christine said panicking, “The second one, I’ll do it, I promise!” Mister Black shook his head. “PLEASE!” She bellowed emotionally, “Okay, okay, okay,” She panted rapidly as she felt her pants being pulled down her legs.
“The biggest one, I’ll try it, I’ll do my best, please no. No. No. No.” She began repeating hysterically as her diaper was unpinned. Meanwhile Mister Black carefully and immediately before Christine’s eyes used a small pen knife to make two lengthwise incisions down the chilli.
“Please Sir!” She screamed, “Please, please, please, please,” Mister Black motioned to School, who pulled apart the globes of Christine’s bottom. Now the girl-child look-alike switched from “please” to “No!” She gasped out the short word between her frantic heaves.
Mister Black spat on the end of the chilli and his hand descended. Christine continued squealing and begging as she felt the tiny fruit enter her pucker. Mister Black grinned maniacally as he slowly thrust the little object into her, gently seating the red beast in her sphincter. Satisfied with his work, Mister Black nodded to School who began doing Christine’s pants back up.
Her panting changed dramatically as soon as her pants were closed up and locked. Christine was now afraid to move any more than absolutely necessary.
“Please sir,” she said fervently, “anything else, it’s not too late! Please, you’ll enjoy it, I promise, the huge one, I’ll stretch myself on it!” She cried in the most pathetic fashion, tears and snot combining under her nose and dripping onto her pink gingham dress.
“I’m sure I would Lolita, but I much prefer that particular little lolly in your bottom.” He grinned.
Christine looked at the faces of the other girls. School looked on with sympathy and Pain was crying on her behalf. Rubber, as always, stood anonymously to one side, blind, probably mostly deaf under the layers of thick rubber encasing her, suffering quietly inside her sweaty rubbery hell.
Almost immediately Christine felt the first hint of what was to come. The incisions Mister Black had made in the Chilli multiplied its effect almost immediately by allowing its contents to leech ubiquitously into every tiny crevasse in Christine’s puckered sphincter. The oils mixed in with seed juice and soaked slowly into her membranes.
At every moment Christine imagined that things couldn’t possibly get any worse, and then with her next breath the chilli seared even more. Every moment was worse than its preceding one as the oil slowly soaked deeper and deeper into her bowels. More agonizing than her bowels however were the infinitesimally small cracks lining her tiny tightened anus.
Her anus felt like an ever magnifying fractal image. No matter how deeply or thoroughly she thought the oil had already penetrated there was always a new channel or fissure for the insidious oil to penetrate. Deeper and deeper.
In each and every nerve ending the same pattern was repeated: first the warmth, then the escalating heat and then the searing pain as the nerves were scorched and fried by the escalating chemical reaction occurring throughout the thin layers of skin and membranes in her bottom.
She barely even noticed as Mister Black unlocked her wrists from the cross and brought them behind her. Tears flowed unimpeded, and her constant crying became frantic as she struggled for breath in between howled pants. The agony in her bottom was so terrifically intense as to deny belief.
Still the chilli burn continued to intensify, its effect spreading not only further into her rectum, but deeper and deeper into the flesh of her sphincter. As she was led into the darkened cell she started screaming uncontrollably, the pain was that intense. She thrashed about, but to no use, with her wrists secured behind her Mister Black was quickly able to put her on the hard concrete floor of the cell and bring each of her thrashing legs up to her bound wrists one at a time.
Christine had screamed herself hoarse by the time Mister Black finished his hogtie.
“You’ve learnt a valuable lesson Lolita,” Mister Black suggested, “There’s no easy way out, either do it our way or suffer. You could have chosen either of those two other dildos but you thought you’d be smart.”
He knelt down next to her, panting, her screams exhausted, and the pain still intensifying by the moment, each worse than the one before.
“Get used to it Lolita. We know how much you hate your bottom being penetrated, and you can be sure that at every opportunity we’re going to fill it, stretch it, hurt it and stuff it. By the time we’re finished with you it’s the only sex you’ll ever get or enjoy.
Christine wailed anew as his words sank into her.
The door to the cell clanged shut, engulfing her in darkness and leaving her with nothing but the intense pain in her bottom.
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Light. Searing light. She sobbed hoarsely again.
They were coming back to make things even worse. They were going to hurt her more and there was nothing she could do about it.
She scrunched her eyes closed against the harsh light, and then to her surprise, a soft delicate hand touched her cheek. A gentle hand, it stroked her wet cheek, and then Christine sighed in desperate relief as her legs were released from the strict hogtie she’d endured all night.
“Come on. It’s over. Let’s get you to the bathroom.” Pain removed the restraints from Christine’s wrists and ankles and helped her to her feet. The chilli still seared inside her, but it had subsided over recent hours. She still felt its horrific effects in every single corner of her bottom but most particularly in the crinkled muscle of her anus. Thankfully however the pain had stopped spreading and now all she needed to cope with was the terrible residual burn she felt throughout her back passage.
Pain half carried Christine out of the door of the cell. As they passed through the room Christine looked around to see breakfast laid on the table and the bathroom door open, indicating it was free. She looked about for the others and then noticed something strange. School and Rubber (currently out of her ubiquitous uniform) were both in Rubber’s room. School lay entwined in the sheets as Rubber stood besides her rubbing her eyes. Christine put the oddity to one side as Pain led her into the toilet, she had other priorities right now.
Pain produced the key that unlocked Christine’s plastic pants so that she could get access to the horrid chilli in her bottom. “Do you need help?” Pain asked kindly. Christine shook her head.
Just the act of pulling the little red object from her bottom reignited the horrific pain she felt. Every square millimetre of her anus felt as though it had blistered and suffered third degree burns. A quick touch however revealed no obvious damage, no blisters, just searing heat and burning pain every time she touched part of the affected area. She winced in agony as she inspected her bottom.
The shower made things even worse. Water felt as though it was boiling whenever it touched her. Soap didn’t help either, she had hoped that it would maybe help break down the residual oils, unfortunately it seemed to have the reverse effect, intensifying rather than diminishing the pain. Her bottom felt like was someone had poured acid into it burning away the top layers of skin and leaving only the thinnest layer between raw flesh and the air. Every breath of air evoked pain, every brush of a towel or touch of anything elicited pure agony.
“Christine,”
She looked up at the ceiling, “Yes,” she responded to Sophie’s voice in her ear.
“I know it’s difficult, but you are going to have to clean your bottom properly.”
“I can’t,” the broken girl responded, “it’s just too sore,” and tears broke out anew.
“Christine, please, you have to, you’ll only make things even worse if they check and you fail your inspection. Please, it’s for your own good.”
Christine sobbed quietly before realising that Sophie was right. She clenched her teeth, picked up the flannel, scoured it with soap and screamed as she violated her burnt sphincter with her soapy little finger.
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“I’m okay, I’ll live.” Was all Christine said as she walked to her bedroom passing School and Rubber eating breakfast.
She pulled out her outfit for the day, the red and white polka dot ensemble and dressed quietly.
Having finished dressing she decided to go and see Pain to apologise for her failure yesterday in the play room. Pain was drying off in her room when Christine knocked on the door. “I’m sorry for yesterday.” She cut to the chase.
“No,” Pain turned around quickly and strode across the room taking Christine’s hands in her own, “No, no don’t,” she squeezed Christine’s hands, “No, we can’t blame ourselves for what they do to us. It wasn’t your fault –“
“But you all said I should submit, and I didn’t,” Christine added.
“No, but you tried and that’s what counts, look it’s okay, I’m still here aren’t I?”
“Yes but look–“Christine pointed to Pain’s breasts which were scoured red all over. Her nipples told an even sadder story, little scabs forming atop the spot where the sharp plastic spikes had sunk into her.
“It’s okay, I’ve had worse. But look, what you did last night, you didn’t have to, and please don’t do it again, but for what its worth I just wanted to say thankyou,” The blonde said sincerely.
“It’s the least I could do,” Christine added, “and I promise I’ll try not to stuff up again.”
“Don’t worry.” Pain stopped holding Christine’s hands, “Look, it’s another day, maybe one of us will go home today!” She suggested positively. Christine sat on Pain’s bed as she dressed.
“Do you mind?”
“No, I like the company.” Pain responded, “And to tell you the truth, I’d love some help with the corset, it’s not easy to do up by myself.”
“Sure”
Christine helped Pain into her white satin corset hoisting it up around her midriff and helping hook the steel busk together from top to bottom. When she finished Pain leant forward against the wardrobe as Christine pulled the laces of the corset taught.
“How tight do I go?” Christine asked.
“I’ll get punished if they see any flesh, so all the way tight please.”
“Umm, that’s quite a lot.”
“Tell me about it, from 34 gorgeous inches down to 26. I keep finding a new tighter one every month or so, I’ll be down to 25 inches soon enough. But it gives me a great figure!” She laughed.
“I’ve never worn one, what does it feel like?” Christine asked honestly.
“It’s difficult to get used to. You can’t breathe as deeply, and bending down is hard, but after a while you don’t really notice it.” Christine slowly worked the laces tighter, hauling on them with effort. It was a far from simple task and she marvelled that Pain had managed this every morning by herself.
“Why was School in Rubber’s room this morning?” She asked innocently enough.
“It wasn’t just this morning. More like all night.” Pain responded, “They have a thing together.”
“Really?” Christine whispered back, “How do they get away with it?”
“The masters aren’t usually here at lock down, and they’re not here first thing in the morning, and since Sophie’s been acting as the ‘controller’ they generally don’t check the tapes. So who’s to know if two girls are in the same room overnight?”
“Oh.” Christine expressed indignantly.
“What? You don’t approve?”
“No! No, that’s not it at all. It just seems odd. I mean I would have thought that given all that goes on here that sort of thing would be the last thing on your mind.” Christine backtracked, eager not to pass judgement on the other two girls, particularly given Pain’s response.
“I suppose they find solace in each other’s company.” Pain said almost wistfully.
Christine was glad to change the topic by announcing that the corset was finally fully tightened. The effect on Pain’s figure was indeed dramatic, with her narrowed waist contrasting sharply with her large breasts.
“Thanks,” Pain said, “It’s really nice to get some help. Could you? It’s hard to get down once this thing’s on.” She pointed toward the white panties. Christine picked up the relatively heavy bundle and knelt down at Pain’s feet.
“Thank you. Hey! If there’s anything I can help you with, I’d be more than happy to.” Pain offered.
Christine unfolded the panties. On the outside they felt soft and padded – such a contrast to their insides. Christine slipped the panties over Pain’s feet and pulled them part the way up before the blonde took over and worked the exceptionally tight panties up over her thighs. Christine was getting back to her feet when Pain parted her legs to pull the panties up the last few inches. For a split second Christine unwittingly caught a glance between Pain’s parted legs. Given the variety of shocking sights she’d been exposed to in the last twenty-four hours she shouldn’t have been surprised, but even so the sight of the poor blonde’s blood red clitoris and labia was appalling. The hours spent suffering from the combination of spikes and bristles had abraded the top layers of skin from her genitals leaving behind a red/purple shade of swollen flesh.
Pain inhaled a short breath as she seated the horrid gusset between her legs, renewing the assault on the raw flesh between her legs.
“I don’t know how you stand it.” Christine said sympathetically as she picked up the bra.
Pain shrugged and tried to smile, although Christine could tell that the blonde’s effort was strained, “I try not to think about it.” Christine unhooked the back of the bra and saw its contents for the first time. Similar to the panties, each cup was lined in stiff bristles. Around the nipple the bristles increased in density and pointed inward so that Pain’s nipples would be constantly assaulted from all sides. At their very centre each cup held a single plastic spine, the same spines that had left the little wounds in Pain’s nipples yesterday. The girl leant forward and gently, ever so gently, fed her breasts into the infernal cups. When she had them placed she tried as delicately as possible to hook the bra strap closed, Christine helped.
Christine had to admire whoever had designed the infernal contraption, not for its torture qualities, but for the fact that it pulled Pain’s breasts high up on her chest and presented the blonde’s massive assets in the best possible light.
While Pain put on her stockings Christine looked at the new shoes. She prodded the bumps on the insole, they felt like marbles. An investigative finger revealed that the hard protrusions extended all the way down into the shoes and also surrounded the toes. “Um Pain, do you think you’ll be able to walk in these?” Christine asked.
“I don’t know. I have to I guess. I’ve been afraid to try them on to tell you the truth.”
“These people are bastards.” Christine spat.
“Yep.” Pain took one of the shoes off Christine for the moment of truth.
“And a size too small too, I’ll bet” She sighed as she squeezed her foot into the first. “Oww!” She exclaimed as her toes touched the ends. “Oh fuck!” She said uncharacteristically as she felt the top of her toes as well as the soles of her feet being terrorized by the hard nodules.
“I don’t think I can do this Lolita,” Pain said, doubt entering her voice.
“Come on, give me your arm, you can lean on me to put the other one on.”
“No I mean I don’t think it’ll work, I ‘m afraid to put my foot down. It’s bad enough without any weight on it, but…”
“Come on Pain,” Christine said encouragingly, “You put up with worse all the time. I mean yesterday with Master Green - this is nothing in comparison!” She tried to copy Pain’s normally cheerful attitude and use it back on her.
“Okay.” Pain put her foot tentatively on the floor, after several moments she lifted her bare foot while Christine held some of her weight. Pain squeezed her foot into the shoe, swearing again when she felt the full horror that the shiny white stilettos delivered.
“Okay, okay.” Pain panted. She waved Christine away as she tried to stand unaided. Christine sat on the bed and watched her. Pain’s face scrunched up as she felt her full weight drive down into the shoes. Her ankles shook, her calves quivered, but after a few moments the girl seemed to master herself.
“I can do this.” Pain said to herself. Then she looked straight at Christine, “I can do this. I can do this.” And Christine smiled and laughed.
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