Diabolical

Chapter Two

       At first glance appearing to be no more then an oversized tube not unlike in a roll of toilet paper, it’s actually a pair of tubes, one encompassing the other, embedded with dozens of rows of chemical treated, needle sharp pins of different diameters and lengths.  The outer shell’s pins point inward, touching the inner shell, its pins pointing outward touching the outer shell.  Devised to have a half inch space between the tubes, an encircling pair of thin packets of chemicals force the tubes apart, the tips of the pins concealed, initially harmless.

       The estate, centered in an Eastern Block European country is a focal point for a surreptitious BDSM society.  Consisting of several buildings, one’s off in the woods, walled off as its own compound.  Abducted tourists are the main offerings to their not so infrequent gatherings, young Americans, the most vaunted, bring the best audiences.  High ranking government officials, from rail transportation to local law enforcement, including the courts, are the pipeline for securing victims, erasing any history of their existence in the area, leaving no trail behind.

Chapter One

       Soft, classical music plays in the background.  The circular platform quietly revolves in a clockwise motion, surrounded by shadows, only the first couple rows of seats discernable.  The auditorium’s seating capacity’s overfilled this evening as the mainline attraction concludes the evening’s exhibition.  The word’s been spread a couple of attractive young American’s, the girl, in her late teens, especially beautiful, had been recently abducted and will be erotically tortured.  The ordeal will have the barest of boundaries as to the pain and torment the pair of victim’s, Megan and Jeff, will be subjected too.

       Recently detained from separate trains within a couple days of one another, similarly removed from their rail car berths in the middle of the night on scheduled stops, both were delivered directly to the compound, leaving no trail of their whereabouts.  Isolated, drugged, subjected to the society’s indoctrination leading up to tonight’s event, they’ve been prepared, including being completely shaven from the neck down and massaged with body oil.  Humiliation and torture will virtually fill their every moment of the next couple hours.

       She roams the podium, the society’s favorite, and most sadistic Dominatrix.   Appearing as possibly of gypsy descent she’s dressed in black leather, alone on the stage for the moment with the displayed pair of unfortunate abductees.  Renowned in her circle for inflicting punishment and pain, she’s known for the extent of torture she can inflict on her victims, both in length of time and erotic nature.  She’s also known to be able to torture with the ability to have the most attractive victims recover, of course with various degrees of medical assistance, so they can be brought back for future exhibitions.

       The Dom already figures Megan’s good for at least a half dozen of these sessions or so before she’ll be sold into sexual slavery for a good profit.  Jeff, on the other hand, even fit and attractive, really isn’t nearly as valuable.  His future is not nearly as important unless an early bid by what’s becoming a larger constituent of wealthy female associate’s in the audience tonight purchases him after this, or at the most, his next session.

       The Dom’s female protégée, young and attractive, possibly a younger sister, is exhibited in a body formed; glossy black jumpsuit as she stands off to the side, assisting in operating the equipment, available to assist when needed.  She acquires the similar enthusiasm to apply an exquisite torture that inspires her audience.

       Already positioned on the stage, Jeff, in his late twenties, is stripped naked.  Ball gagged, his lean, yet muscular body bowed strictly backwards across a wooden saw horse, bound, feet spread wide, arms spread wide, wrists and ankles cuffed and chained to eyehooks in the floor next to the wooden legs.  The top of his head scraping the floor, his hips thrust out with his placid manhood hanging limply between his thighs.

       Megan’s bound, also naked and ball gagged, hair stretched severely back, formed into a tight bun.  Her tanned, young, hard body glistens, stereotypical to the Europeans as an American, California type girl.  Suspended from the ceiling, she gently sways just above him.  Legs tautly spread, roped to a thin titanium rod reaching from ankle to ankle in such a severe split; her gapping vulva, still dripping body oil, spreads below her twitching thighs.  Arms stretched straight up above her, wrists cuffed to a chain, her elbows are so tightly bound they press together, forcing her head forward, her chin resting just off her sternum between her substantial, firm breasts, streaked with her drooling saliva.

       The Music rises in the background, a Mozart repertoire.  The lighting lowers, except over the podium.  The Dom commences the evening’s activities by kneeling beneath Megan’s swaying body, against the sawhorse.  Griping Jeff’s penis, holding it upright, pumping it, stroking it, it remains limp as she flicks it back and forth, slowly shaking her head.  Handed a short string by her assistant, holding his penis steady, she slips a knot around the groove below its head.  Sliding the end of the string through the hollow tube, she gives a quick jerk, tug.

       Grunting, his hips flinch as the head of his cock’s forced to slip out through the other end.  Ramming the tube downward, she forces it against the base of his shaft, still stretching at the string.  Stiffening, giving a sadistic stare, clenching her teeth, she jerks, stretches the string around once, twice, a third time, watching the discoloring head thicken with each binding, listening to his pathetic grunts before she’s finally satisfied, slipping the end of the string through a notch on the tube’s end, securing it.

       Not trying to hide the fact she’s enjoying inflicting the pain on his tortured penis, she grins, flicking the tube across his quivering navel, tugging it back, jerking it deep down between his arching thighs as his muffled groans, grunts escape the ball gag.  Twisting the tube straight upwards again, leaning over his thighs, she spreads her parting lips across the top of the purplish head, flicking the drops of oozing fluid with her curling tongue, sucking the tip of his cock  into her mouth.  Sensing the tube beginning to firm up, she opens her mouth wider, sliding her lips further down around the top of the tube, bites down, grating her teeth back and forth across the swelling head.

       His hips jerk.  “Aaaggghhh!”  Rasping through the ball gag, the sawhorse rattles as she slides her mouth up off the tube, smiles, listens to his anguished grunts while glancing down toward her teeth marks embedded in the tip of his tortured shaft.

       Cupping his scrotum, feeling the testicles flattening between her gripping fingernails, firmly squeezing, twisting over half a turn, she presses her lips around the tube, clamps her teeth down, jerks her mouth back and forth, listening again to the screams curdling through his ball gag as his arched body thrashes beneath her.   “Aaaggghhh!...Aggghhh!!!...Aaaggghhh!!!”

       Raising her mouth up off the tube, glaring down at his face, she scowls.  “Shut up or I’ll bite it off!”  Sliding her mouth over his cock a last time, she gives his scrotum another twist, gives a last nibble as his sweating hips continue to jerk beneath her.

       “Ooomph!”  Pain wrecked, his body arches, twists across the sawhorse as he tearfully bites his lip, trying to suppress his groans, terrified, praying to awaken from this nightmare.

       Grinning, a couple drops of blood dripping from her chin, she stands, smacks the tube forehanded, backhanded as he grunts, rears his head backwards, moans, his body uncontrollably shaking as the stifled whimpers are barely audible under the classical music.

       Turning her attention to Megan, staring into her terror filled, deep brown eyes, saliva already drooling from her bright red ball gag, the Dom smiles as she twists, turns Megan’s incredible naked body away from Jeff’s arched hips, the flexing tube.  Megan’s chest visibly pulses from her pounding heart, her abs flexing under her heaving ribcage as her fingers, toes nervously twitch, tense.  The Dom guides, carefully centers Megan’s boyish butt cheeks above the up thrust cone.  Giving a nod toward her assistant, the chain chatters as the Dom grips, centers the tube between Megan’s lowering thighs.  Watching the engorged, purple head of his shaft swelling out above the eight inch tube, she presses it into the inner folds of Megan’s moist labia as she slowly sways downward, groaning, shaking her head slowly back and forth, feeling herself being grotesquely mounted on the tortured stranger below her.

       Gripping Megan’s right thigh, she holds her steady as the upper edge of the tube erratically presses inward, pressing against the moist flesh surrounding her gapping slit.  The Dom smiles as she watches a trickle of blood drip down the outside of the tube from Jeff’s bleeding penis as she pinches one of the labia folds, stretches it across the tube.

       Grunting, Megan’s eyes roll as she feels the dry, round surface of the cardboard painfully chafing across the stretching walls of her tight vagina as her thighs are painfully worked by the Dom onto the tube slowly disappearing deeper inside her with each lowering clank of the chain.  Placing a hand above each spread thigh, squeezing her fingernails into Megan’s quivering flesh, forcing downward, the Dom nods as the chain continues to lower her victim.  Twisting, aligning with both hands, she watches Megan’s stretched, parted labia finally slip across, spread around the base of the tube pressing against Jeff’s oiled flesh.

       Stepping back a step, the Dom’s satisfied the stiff tube’s finally stuffed deep inside, all eight inches not including the throbbing head of his cock.  Megan’s whimpers are music to the Dom’s ears as she also glances down at Jeff’s scowling face, knowing he feels the string digging painfully into his penis, cutting off circulation as the rest of his shaft’s stretched tightly through the tube.

       Taking another, longer piece of string, stretching his scrotum out from his flinching hips, again wrapping a couple, three harsh twists around the stretched flesh, the Dom jerks, ties it tightly against the base of his sack, instantly forcing it to swell, turn rock hard, a painful shade of purple.

       Twisting, jerking his head, his back arching, he stifles a scream as he feels like a hammer’s been slammed between his thighs.  She smiles, feeling his scrotum pulsing in the palm of her hand as she sadistically melds, squeezes the swollen sack, watches his knees uncontrollably jerk.

       Reaching up between Megan’s spread thighs; she releases his engorged scrotum, scrapes the tips of her long red fingernails across the tip of Megan’s clitoris.  Squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger, twisting the moist nub outward, enjoying the feel, the touch, the Dom wraps, circles the string gently around the base of the stretched flesh as Megan, whimpering, glances down with her welling eyes, fearfully twisting her head from left to right, horrified, humiliated as she tries to block out the multitude of faces surrounding the podium in the shadows.

       “Better close those eyes, dear!”  The Dom smirks in her accented English.  “This is going to be awful painful.”   In her next breath, tugging, jerking, she forces Megan’s clit to stretch outward, press against his stretched scrotum while quickly winding the remainder of the string around both his pinched flesh and her stretched, swelling clitoris, briskly wrapping, twisting, tying it off as they scream, jerk in unison.   “Aaaggghhh!!... Aaaggghhh!”

       The assistant steps behind the Dom, handing her a syringe as she turns toward her.  Bending down, sliding the tip of the syringe between Jeff’s clinched teeth, squirting a pre-formulated solution of Viagra down his throat, forcing his jaws together, she forces him to swallow.  Again standing, stepping in front of Megan, glancing back and forth at the youthfully firm, yet full 34D breasts, perky nipples, the Dom cups the tanned left mound in the palm of her right hand, admiring the natural, perfect globe, melding it, caressing it, thinking about how much virgin pain its going to have to handle shortly.

        Sliding her left hand up across Jeff’s thigh, letting the nails of her fingers glide across his shaven and oiled sack, tied, bulging straight up against Megan’s engorged clitoris, she tickles, pats, gently squeezes, continuing to smile, glancing upward toward Megan’s pleading, unbelieving face.

       “His balls are hard as a rock, Megan.”  She whispers, gazing at Megan’s quivering breasts as she playfully, gently squeezes Jeff’s sack between her fingers while circling the bud of Megan’s puckering nipple between her thumb and forefinger.  “Your tits are really firm too, aren’t they?  I love these nipples.”  She sarcastically asks, adding.  “Ever had ‘em hurt?  Stretched and beaten?  You’re about too!”  Smiling, not waiting, nor caring for an answer, the Dom turns her head away, glancing toward her assistant as Megan twists her head back and forth, wide eyed, grunting, and moaning.  “Better get ready to raise them, his cock’s twitching; it’s going to get loud in here!”

       Quickly stepping off the stage, the assistant positions herself as the Dom glances back toward her.  “You know, first, you better bring Megan a couple nice leather straps for these big round titties.  I think she’s going to look good stretching from them when she experiences his cock all swelled up tight inside of her.

       Quickly retrieving a pair of straps, the assistant gives one to the Dom while gripping Megan’s right breast.  Twisting, turning, the leather’s tightly mounted into the base of her instantly bulging breast as the Dom ignores Megan’s pitiful grunts while binding the other strap around the left breast.  Finished, the assistant quickly steps from the stage.  In moments the clanking of the chains echo over the continuing music as they slack down from Megan’s up stretched arms.

       Reaching above Megan’s head, unsnapping the clamp, the Dom tugs it downward until it reaches between the leather straps.  Fastening the clamp between Megan’s discoloring globes, noticing as her eyes widen in terror from just behind the chain, the Dom nods toward her assistant.  In moments, the chain reverses, slowly clanking upward, stopping just as Megan’s breasts are firmly raised tautly below her throat.

       Smiling, the Dom massages Jeff’s virtually translucent, bulging sack while glancing into Megan’s panicky, widening eyes, reddened, and welling with tears as inaudible babbling emits from her wet ball gag.   Knowing the looks and grunts aren’t so much from her hoisted breasts but from the painful sensation stirring between her thighs, glancing downward, the Dom notices Megan’s stretched clit jerking against Jeff’s equally pulsing scrotum as their crotches gyrate in unison.

       Muffled sounds emit from both the bright red ball gags, barely audible under the now amplified music still surreally playing in the background, both their naked bodies beginning to quiver, twitching, jerking uncontrollably as the grunts becomes louder, their distress more eminent as the first signs of blood dribbles from her vagina across his lap.  Stepping back, toward their side, the Dom gives the intense audience an unobstructed view as she listens to the classical array of Mozart continuing to rise in the background in accordance with the escalating revolution of the podium and the anticipated screams of the victims.

       Watching with a deep interest, the Dom’s visibly excited, knowing exactly what’s happening, knowing the audience is in for an unexpected exhibition.  His cock’s uncontrollably swelling; at this very moment the inner cardboard tube’s being forced to expand, forcing the multitude of needles to press through the chemical bags, through the outer tube, puncturing into the surrounding walls of her vagina.  Likewise, the needles thrust inward from the larger tube, crushing into his engorged cock, overloaded with Viagra.  As the needles find their marks, the chemicals packed between the tubes leak, mix, causing instant expansion, flooding her vagina, compressing against the thick cardboard tube, melding her to him as his cock uncontrollably swells, stiffens.  The bonding, once consummated will last for the better part of two hours before dissolving, if all goes right.

       From twitching to jerking, rapidly escalating to thrashing, their naked bodies obscenely dance, bonded together at their crotches, the swelling, piercing pain to their genitals terrifying to the screaming pair.  Her head jerks back and forth, eyes rolling blindly in her head, his arms, legs thrashing, bare breasts swaying, smacking together as his bruised scrotum jerks, tearing at her tortured clitoris as the rows of needles sink into his swelling manhood.  Looking across toward her assistant, the Dom gives an approving nod.  The sounds of the stretching chains are drowned out by the music, the screams, as they retract upwards, beginning to add to the intensity of their torture.

       Lifting, stretching the leather straps, Megan’s naked body’s hoisted painfully upward toward the pulley twisting from the ceiling, his body lifting with hers by his stretched testicles. Her head jerks back and forth, her bound, up stretched arms repeatedly arching backward, slamming forward, her frantic fingers scraping against the clanking chain.  Struggling, groaning, her tautly bound breasts stretch up past her cheekbones, her areolas, nipples stretching tautly flat across her bulging mounds, the chain grinding across her face.

       The Dom glances around the crowded audience, knowing they’re obviously mesmerized, fascinated at the unbelievable site of the pair of connected bodies, Megan’s spread-eagled, and Jeff’s folded grotesquely backwards, steadily hoisting upward in unison by her bound breasts, his engulfed cock.

       His head jerks, twists back and forth as the stifled grunts spew from his ball gag, his hands grabbing, flailing toward the wooden legs of the saw horse as his fingers grope, scratching at the wood, unable to touch the floor as his toes similarly point downward, flexing inches above the podium, his bowed back raising at least a half foot above the sawhorse.

       Hysterically screaming into her ball gag as her punctured insides stretch, Megan’s spread body barely twists as the raising chain jerks to a stop.  Her torso, stomach, abs straining, her feet, toes point straight out from her sleek, tautly bound legs.  Every tendon, muscle tightening is visible under her taut flesh as her breasts jaunt out like two ripe melons.   Bowed backwards in the air, his entire shaft remains firmly entrenched between her thighs, his bluish, almost grapefruit sized swollen scrotum bound against, jerking at her engorged clitoris as they’re both stretched in the tight bindings.  Their naked, sweat drenched bodies spasm in unison, their pain obviously excruciating to the stunned, but aroused crowd.

       The Dom continues to let the display slowly rotate around the circular seating, glancing toward the incredulous expressions of the mesmerized audience as overhead lighting reflects off the hysterical pair of naked bodies casting shadows of their silhouettes across the rotating podium floor.  Every angle’s erotically displayed for each member as his sadistically tortured testicles supports the full weight of  his jerking body as she’s being torn at both ends, her ballooning, stretched breasts not only supporting their combined weight, but her ravaged vagina also horrendously stretched, his  swollen shaft impaled deep inside her.

       Glancing again toward her assistant, the Dom gives another nod.  The chain whirls, the pair of thrashing bodies slowly descends.  His arched back again makes contact to the saw horse as Megan’s spread thighs sink onto the front of his, blood oozing from between their crotches.  His hands and feet press frantically across the floor as he does an upside down, arched push up.  The temporary relief appears overwhelming to both of them, the dozens of needles embedding her vagina, his shaft, painfully more bearable as the sawhorse handles their weight as the lax chain gently sways in front of her purplish, strapped bound breasts.

       The sound of another arrangement of Mozart’s surrounding the room as the assistant steps to the podium to continue the next stage of the exhibition.  A large, chrome hooked butt plug in hand, she hands it to the Dom.  Stepping behind Megan, the Dom spreads the sweating, quivering butt cheeks with her fingers,  Twisting, probing, she forces the shorter end, all eight inches of the curved chrome into Megan’s twitching rectum.  The assistant grabs the clamp on the end of the chain, unclamps it, slips it behind Megan’s neck, forcing her bound arms to arch back, sliding the chain in between, she clamps the end into the flat eyehook on the top of the chrome hook.

       Again, they each work the leather straps binding Megan’s bulging breasts.  Unbinding, twisting, jerking, the engulfed straps ripping painfully away from the swollen, bruised tit flesh as her  breasts flail, saliva drooling from her red ball gag, streaking across her heaving chest.  Stepping away, the assistant leaves the podium, within moments the chains again rattle, stretch upwards behind Megan’s backside, hoisting her upwards, this time viciously by her anus.  His back’s forced to again raise up from the sawhorse, one, two inches, his fingers, and feet barely able to press against the floor to support his weight as his cock’s agonizingly  stretching, impaled with the dozens of needles, buried deep up inside her bleeding vagina.  A quick nod from the Dom, the chain clanks to a halt.

       Standing against the saw horse, the Dom waits as her assistant steps back onto the podium, grabs the other end, sliding it out from under Jeff’s arched back.  Sliding it off the podium, the assistant again steps out of sight, momentarily returning with a set of ankle cuffs.  The Dom’s already busy unbinding Megan’s left ankle and calf from the titanium rod as her assistant quietly responds to the right leg, begins unbinding it.  Dropping the rod on the floor, the cuffs are quickly affixed to Megan’s ankles, bowing her legs; they’re drawn tightly around and under Jeff’s backside.

       The Dom ties another string to the pair of Megan’s ankles cuffs now clamped together, stretching it out from under his spread thighs.  Yanking Megan’s ankles forward, she wraps the strand a couple twists across the already wrapped string around his scrotum and her clitoris.  Releasing it, flicking it, she watches as Megan’s ankles twitch, jerk, with each agonizing movement tugging at their tortured crotches, their groans, screams now becoming harsh whimpers from their raw throats.

       Stepping to the left of Megan, smiling up into her glazed, pleading, tear filled eyes, the Dom’s handed a flat, wide leather strap, her assistant welding an identical one, taking a position on the other side.  Watching the naked, arched torso spread out in front of her, she notices the color returning to the battered and bruised, but still near perfect symmetrical globes jaunting out in front of her.  Reaching down, palming Jeff’s scrotum as he struggles in his tortured position, giving it a backhanded smack, she also snaps the strap across Megan’s left breast.  Even as her breast flattens, jerks, the assistant slashes her strap across the thrust out right breast, flattening it under the flexing leather.

       “Smack!... Smack!”  Jerking, arching, Megan’s breasts sway as the leather pounds across her firm teen flesh.  “Oomph!”Agghhh!”  Muffled grunts emit from both ball gags as their naked bodies jerk, bounce, his hands slipping, legs shaking as her ankles flail underneath him, ripping at their tortured crotches.  He noticeably struggles to barely maintain his semi arch, prevent his cock from ripping inside her as she instinctively presses her ankles together, trying to hold him up underneath her by the butt hook she’s swaying on as she tries to stop the horrendous tearing at her vagina while also feeling the sides of the chrome plug grinding against the tube deep inside her womb.

       Reaching out, the Dom cups Megan’s left breast, closely inspecting the swelling flesh, feels the heat generated from the smacking leather, even as a bright red splotch spreads across her flatten areola.  Glancing toward the right breast, a similar red welt’s raising across most of that tit flesh as Megan, gasping, jerks her face away, tears flowing, mixing with her drooling saliva dripping between her quivering, aching globes.

       Again assuming the position, the Dom prepares to continue this stage of the presentation, knowing how this is a staple to what the audience expects to experience, especially enjoying the vision of the firm, full breasts of this young, beautiful woman being flailed with the wide leather straps, bouncing, stretching, coinciding with the resounding ‘crack’ of the supple leather striking her bare, damp flesh.   She know it takes imagination to add to this stunned audience’s erotic anticipation, something erotic like melding these two together, hanging them by their genitals, and then whipping them.

       “Thwack!... Thwack!”  Alternating back and forth, the Dom and her assistant continue their aggressive assault across the youthful bruised, symmetrical mounds, stretching, smashing them together.  Megan, grunting through her mouth gag uncontrollably kicks her feet, the stretching string bound to the ankle cuffs tearing at her clit, his scrotum.  Her naked, bound body flails, twists above his tortured, arching body as he hoarsely screams in his ball gag, certain his testicles are tearing.

       “Thwack…Thwack!”  Back and forth, again the assault continues from either side, the flexing straps overlapping, smashing across her bruising melons as again muffled grunts from her ball gag, her head slumping forward, appearing barely coherent, her rippling body shuddering across his jerking hips, her ankles twitching beneath his arched back.

       “Thwack!................. Thwack!”  The assistant slaps her strap across the pair of Megan’s flailing melons as the Dom’s strap slashes across Jeff’s bare chest.  “Oomph!”  Grunting, his hands slip, their bodies twisting as he grapples to shove his quivering hips upwards, against Megan.

       “Thwack!... Thwack!”  The Dom’s strap slams across his sweat drenched sternum, the assistant’s again smacks across both Megan’s raw nipples simultaneously.  Jeff’s arms, legs jerk. Twitching, he’s barely able to hold himself high enough to stop the tearing sensation between his tortured thighs.  Megan’s quivering body twitches as she slumps.   The Dom steps around.  “Thwack!!!”  The strap slams harshly between their crotches, flattening into his bulging sack, smashing across her engorged, stretched clit. Their mixed shrieks are raw, hoarse, barely audible, drowned out by the continuing music in the background as their bodies shudder, twists slowly back and forth.

       Nodding toward the assistant, lowering the strap, the Dom asks.  “Bricks?”  Reaching up, beginning to uncuff Megan’s arms, she repeats.  “Bricks?”

       Nodding back, grinning, stepping from the stage, in moments the assistant carefully returns with a heavy stack of three typical red bricks already prepared, bound, crisscrossed with short lengths of string.  The Dom’s already lowering Megan’s cuffed wrists as the assistant steps back onto the podium.  Sliding a strap underneath Jeff’s back, loosely connecting the wrist cuffs together, Megan’s prohibited from raising her arms above her navel.  Laying two of the bricks on the floor the assistant hands the third one to the Dom.  Gripping a breast, tweaking a swollen areola, the assistant wraps and ties the string around Megan’s stretching right nipple.  Barely able to move her almost limp arms as fresh blood circulates through her stinging veins, barely coherent, Megan appears almost numb as she gives a dumbfounded gaze toward her tortured breast as the end of the string disappears into her swelling nipple.

       Reflexively twitching, the butt plug painfully engulfing her rear, the tube swelling, piercing inside her searing vagina, her crotch melded to his, she hazily glares through her swollen, teary eyes as the she feels her left hand turned upright, a brick placed in its palm, the taut string tugging at her nipple as her hand lowers.   Another string’s tied around her right nipple, tightly jerked.  Barely able to moan through the ball gag from the searing pain, her right hand’s upturned, the second brick placed in its quivering palm.  Struggling to hold the bricks, even as the feeling’s returning to her arms, her pain wrenched body shudders across his as he continues to relentlessly struggle to hold both their sweat drenched bodies aloft.

       Picking up the third brick, the assistant holds it out from Megan’s vagina as the Dom firmly wraps the end of the string through the traces of blood around their bound clitoris and scrotum.  Each gripping a forearm, they press Megan’s arms together in front of her, hands trembling, the bricks scrapping side by side.  Placing the third brick across the tops of the other two, she’ barely able to balance them in her quivering hands as she surreally stares down toward them, obviously realizing their consequences as a couple of the strings lead up to her aching breasts, the third between her thighs.  Her youthful body’s racked with pain, her vagina, rectum stuffed, burning, her hips quivering across his shaking thighs, her heart beating erratically as she feels the strings tightening, tugging at her tortured nipples as the bricks clank together in here swaying hands.

       Stepping behind Megan, the Dom slips a strap around her elbows, tugs tight.  Her shoulders jaunt back, thrusting her battered breasts outward, the tied nipples apart as the bricks sway, jerking in her spreading hands, the strings tensing, flexing.  The top brick rattles sideways, rests precariously across the other two as Megan’s sore arms tremble, loose strength.  Handed a couple capsules by the assistant, the Dom snaps one under Megan’s nostrils, waves it back and forth.  Bending over, she snaps the second one across Jeff’s upturned nose, waves it across his face.

       Giving them a chance to remotely collect their senses, glancing back into Megan’s bewildered eyes, the Dom smiles, taps the quivering bricks.  “Enjoying this dear?  Don’t worry, you’re get used to these workouts over the next couple years!”  Glancing down toward Jeff, still grunting, forcing his hips upward, she kneels, glares into his terror filled eyes.  “Hope we don’t have to castrate that cock of yours to get it out of her pussy!  I hate to tell you, but it’s happened before!  It’ll make you useless, if you know what I mean!”

       Standing, the Dom glances from one agonized face to the other, quips.  “Oh well, break time, or should I say, brick time?  Be back in half an hour, be careful, and concentrate on those!” She finishes, glancing toward Megan’s upturned hands, the twitching bricks.  The Dom and her assistant both smiling, leave the stage for their short break, figuring the exhibition’s at about its midway point.  They leave the audience to anticipate the obvious as the podium continues to rotate, the repertoire of Mozart relaxing in the background.

End Part One