Ruth-Anne's Miscalculation

The Wheel Turns Again (Part 3)

Ruth-Anne was addicted. Her daylong escapade in the city, did not quench her thirst for the thrill of risky behavior, quite the contrary, it stoked it. She pondered what the next step should be. What she desired was a situation with a much stronger penalty. The risk needed to be escalated exponentially. She had placed herself in a mental peril and to a lesser extent a physical peril, but, there was always a certain realization that she was protected from the worst consequences. Her venues had been secure. It had been in her home or in very public places like busses, trains, malls, etc . . .

Ruth-Anne was nervous about where this idea led, if the penalty was played out, her body would certainly be abused and her life maybe forfeit as well. It was enough for her to pause in her activity and cool down. For a time, she even stayed away from the internet sites and began looking for new forms of amusement. The hiatus lasted for several months, but a feeling that she was missing out on something gnawed at her. She wanted to prove that she could control the situation even when she was restrained. Eventually, she returned to her old cyber-haunts to begin her plan.

First, she returned to Service with a Smile and started listening as the girls describe the favorite methods of abuse of their afflictors. She disregarded flogging and whipping. She concentrated on forced sexual actions. She started to look other places and slowly drew herself a picture of the precise combination of restraint that would minimize her ability to defend herself and maximize a man's pleasure in using her body and that without regard to her comfort

As Ruth-Anne began to visualize this bondage, her level of excitement rose. There were certain requirements. She would not have use of her arms and legs. The bondage must splay her open to give absolute access to her vagina, anus and mouth. She would have to be firmly blindfolded unable to see her attackers, so that they could use her body without compunction. She would need to be available to multiple assailants. She would be suspended to complete her defenselessness.

The location would have to be in a place private enough that the men would feel safe from discovery by people but still be open enough to many passers by. There also had to be enough traffic to make the assault not isolated. It must be a place that she could stop access into, unless the penalty was triggered. Such a predicament not only was humiliating, but dangerous as well. This time, it did not slow her, but pushed her further.

As she had done before, she threw herself into researching for the technology to allow her to attempt this. It was a daunting task, the restraints that would hold her in place existed, but were designed to be placed on the victim by a second person. The situation called fo her to restrain herself without aid. Ruth-Anne quickly devised a way to put her self into the rig, but stalled when faced with the problem of releasing herself.

This continued for a few months. Ruth-Anne was becoming edgy, she wanted to move to the next level, but she wanted to be able to keep this a self-bondage scenario. She finally started to share her idea in some of the chat rooms she frequented. She was tentative and very close to the vest in the manner she approached chatters, eventually, she found an answer in a person who listened to her situation and said simply, "I believe it could be done." The chatter went by the handle of Techno-Slaver. The title gave Ruth-Anne pause, but, she was very curious as well. The statement held the promise of moving her to where she wanted to be. She thanked him and asked for a week to mull over the idea of moving forward and she would get back to him in this chat room. He readily agreed to this. She fretted over this turn of events, on the one hand, this meant that there was hope that she could fulfil her quest for the next level. On the other hand, this meant involving another player, that was a huge leap for her. For seven days, she debated with herself, finally she decided that she would find out what he wanted from this, first and then decide if it was worth the price.

Ruth-Anne logged into the chat room at the end of the week and did not see Techno-Slaver signed in. She decided to wait around for a while and participated in the lively discussion of whether anyone should participate in a scene without the benefit of a safe word. Ruth-Anne took the side that yes it would be appropriate as long as there were a set time and predetermined level of torture. She rationalized that as long as the limits were set before hand, that the condition of the act must be consensual had been met. As stated before, it was a lively discussion that lasted for well over two hours. After that discussion turned in a different, direction she settled into the background to wait for Techno-Slaver to log in.

It was more than four hours Ruth-Anne had been in the chat, when the handle finally, signed on. Quickly, she wrote "Welcome Techno-Slaver, private room?" He agreed and they entered a room locked for everyone but the two of them.

The man started, "So, Unfulfilled, what have you decided?" Ruth-Anne did not beat around the bush, she was not naive enough to believe that he didn't want something for his information, she had been business too long not to know there would always be a price. If he required her real information or a meet, she would decline, otherwise . . . Well, she would decide then.

She answered, simply, "What is your price?" There was a long pause, long enough that she asked if he was still there.

He answered quickly, "Price, what do you mean?"

Ruth-Anne replied, "You never get something for nothing, I just want to know what it will cost me to get the information, that's all."

Techno-Slaver paused again, not as long this time, and wrote, "That's fair I guess. I want pictures of the session."

Now it was Ruth-Anne's turn to pause, she had been prepared to turn down a request for information or a meet and frankly, that is what she expected. The request for pictures was unexpected. She turned the thought over in her mind, she would be blindfolded so her anonymity would remain intact. She was going to video the session anyway, so she would have the means to pay up. She mulled it over and came to the same conclusion many different ways, this was an acceptable price. So, she wrote, "Ok, that sounds reasonable. What is your idea?"

What came next stunned Ruth-Anne, Techno-Slaver wrote, "Actually, I was going to make the rig for you." Ruth-Anne was silent in the room for several minutes. She was totally unprepared for this. His proposal was far past interesting now. It was extremely enticing.

She wrote, "How would this happen?"

Techno-Slaver wrote, "We will have to set it up so that I send it from a blind address to a blind address, that way we won't lose the security of not knowing who and where. I will manufacture the rig and send it to you anonymously. You will test it and verify that it works, I suggest that you test on a dummy of some sort. I will need to know your measurements, height, weight etc. So, I can engineer it correctly. This is of course, only, if you want to go on with this." He was good, and he seemed to be genuine in his offer and if he was just playing around, she would not be revealed to anyone. Ruth-Anne could see very few down sides and a multitude of reasons to try.

Ruth-Anne wrote, "Ok, let's try this. What do we do now? ."

Techno-Slaver wrote, " I need your physical information. If you have it now, fine. If not, you will need to get that data to me. Also, you will need a blind email, I have one it is . . . " There was an exchange of information. He said that it would be at least three weeks before he could get back with her. It would take that much time to build the dummy, then he would keep her updated about once a week. He suggested that she find, first, a place to test the equipment securely, until she was assured that it was safe to go forward. Ruth-Anne was taken, the man was being very accommodating and seemed to answer any questions, even if she asked the same questions several times, if she felt good to go forward. She assured him that she was satisfied with the arrangement.

Ruth-Anne had solved one major roadblock and now tackled the next, where to test this rig and where to actually put the plan in action. She had a lot on her plate for the next few weeks, herself and she did not want to be unprepared. She made several visits to other chat rooms to get help on how to set up her penalty. Her evenings were filled with fun chat for the next three weeks. Her days, on the other hand, were filled with researching and vetting venues that she needed. After about two weeks she had found and secured the sites she would need and began writing the premise of her next challenge and how to bring it off. In her research she discovered that she would have to abandon her beloved O ring gag, in favor of a dental apparatus that would hold her mouth open sufficiently for any size cock to enter her orally. The blindfold could be a black scarf that could be secured in place with adhesive. And the instructions she gave for the rig would make her open in her cunt and asshole. She settled down to ordering the dental gag and some enticing clothing. All of that was for her benefit, she, of course, would never need to worry about anyone entering any of her orifices, because that would only happen if she had to face the penalty and she was very certain that it wouldn't happen. So, she merrily continued with her plans waiting for Techno-Slaver to indicate he was ready to start the next phase.

There was a regular Rave Party that moved from area to area in the city where she lived. It was always held in empty warehouses in the industrial sections of town. They were self policing, so the Police seldom increased their presence in the areas. She had followed the schedule on the internet and saw that there were seldom changes in the schedule. These events were ideal for her purposes, as there was a fair amount of inebriated and/or stoned men wandering the vicinity. She figured that she could find a smaller warehouse next to or close to the Rave site and that meant that she had her penalty set. She had rented a test area and built the mechanisms and tested them, as well as making sure they could be transported by a petite woman. Ruth-Anne waited impatiently for Techno-Slaver to contact her and announce that the unit was ready.

Someone that saw what Ruth-Anne had designed and built would have said that she should have been an engineer. The whole set up was a wonder and she was able to transport, set up and disassemble the thing by herself. The counterweight was especially well done because it used water to make the penalty happen. She had tested it several times with her attached to the mechanism via a pulley. It smoothly and slowly pulled her up off her feet and then after the second trigger it lowered her again. Afer a few practice runs she was confident in its reliability.

At three weeks, Techno-Slaver wrote to say that he wanted to test it for one more week and asked Ruth-Anne to be patient. Ruth-Anne was tempted to write something about keeping deadlines, but thought better of it, after all, he was trying to be thorough on her behalf. So she acknowledged the email and paced in her home.

Finally, he wrote, "I am satisfied it will work as described. I have the blind address, has it changed?" She quickly replied no and the matter was settled he would send it the next day and she would meet him in a chatroom and they would go over the operation. Three days later, the packages arrived; she unloaded them and checked everything out. The she found him in one of his usual haunts and took him to a private room. He explained the mechanism, "I assume you have tried it on for size etc.?" She answered yes. "Ok, " he continued, "The release is accomplished by a 3-stage trigger mechanism, each locking point has three duplicate locks, any one of them will be enough to hold you secure without you being able to escape. The reason for the redundancy is that the secondary release portion has worked 100% of the time due to the way I designed it the initial sequence has had some misfires. Any major malfunction will trip the release mechanism that has two ways to fire it, electronically and mechanically, you need only to set up a release that allows the panic release cord after a short period of time. Also, there is a chance that one of the locks may fire early, another reason for redundancy. Anyway, I included enough cartridges of CO2 and the triggers to last you several years, but I did include a list of places that you could get more." He continued on and when they were satisfied she understood her harness, he changed directions, "You know, I have had second thoughts about this . . . scene, ever since I sent the rig off, there are too many other things that can go wrong, even if the harness works perfectly."

"Oh!" She wrote, "Not so convinced of your design and manufacture?"

"No,: He replied, "Just concerned, I think you are one of the brightest women I have been able to have a conversation that makes sense and I just wouldn't anything bad to happen that's all."

She chided him and assured him that she had the entire scene totally under control and with that they parted.

Ruth-Anne would remember this chatroom conversation sooner than she realized. The following weeks were spent in testing the harness and retesting the harness until she felt that she had mastered all the ins and outs. Techno-Slaver had been very considerate, the harness was a perfect fit and while it was uncomfortable to be in its embrace it was possible to be in it for many hours. The locking mechanism worked as advertised and actually better than Techno-Slaver had described. After two weeks of intensive testing, she felt she was ready to go. The scene would happen on the same night as the Rave Dance happened. It was to be held in a warehouse deep in the Industrial District. She had gotten a smaller warehouse next to the building the Rave was in. The scene went like this: She would lock herself in bondage, she would hold the penalty cord. The bondage would last until 4am, about the time the last partygoers left the area, she had studied the routines very carefully. As long as she held onto the penalty cord, she would lay bound on the cold cement floor. If she let go of it, then the real things would start to happen. First, a weight would pull a plug in a container of water that would spill into another container that was attached to a rope to the harness and her hair. She called this the penalty container . This did two things, it unlocked the door to her warehouse with numerous amorous people wandering the alley that the door opened into. It also pulled her off the ground and available for rape. Her mouth would be held open by a dental device. The harness would hold her in place and Techno-Slaver had included an optional lock she could use for her hair. Naturally, she chose to use it. She had done a practice run in her secure environment. The angle her head was held, pulled into place by her hair binding, made a straight shot from her mouth to her throat. In this position, she was a sex doll for all intents and purposes.

This of course didn't bother Ruth-Anne because she was certain that the penalty would never happen . . . She arrived that evening and proceeded to ready herself for the night, it was early in March and the floor was cold, it would make for an uncomfortable night. She put on the dental gag and forced opened her mouth to a show a gap of 2 inches. The harness was designed to fall into place once she positioned herself in it. She took the penalty cord and wrapped it around her hand. And then allowed her favored trigger, the candle and cord, do the rest. The first trigger armed the penalty cord and she felt the weight pull on the cord, if she let go now, the weight would fall and the plug holding the water in the container above her harness container and the sequence would begin.

She tugged on the cord that fired her locks into place, there was a quick noise and she felt held. Actually, the harness covered very little of her, it also ensured that her legs were spread open. The lock points were each of her ankles attached to the corresponding thigh, her elbows and her wrists. She could squirm and wiggle but she was held for the duration until the mechanism for the release fired. It was 10:00 p.m. so it was going to be an uncomfortable six hours. She unwound the penalty cord so that she had to hold it. She knew that she could hold it for 10 hours, so she was not overly concerned. The hours crept by finally, she heard the locks release and she climbed out of the harness and tied off the penalty cord, so she could disarm the mechanism. The first ordeal was a success.

Ruth-Anne continued to do the same thing every month in conjunction with the Rave Dance. She made some refinements. If the penalty was triggered, it turned all the lights in th building off and put a spot directly on her. She liked that touch. She added some signs with suggestions on the abuse of her body and placed them strategically close by and then she put in cameras all over. On the July Rave she added a blindfold. Through the summer months the discomfort was less as the floor was not terribly cold. It wasn't until September's Rave that if felt chilled again. By September she had endured six before and that one as well making seven. It almost seemed disappointing until she could her the beat of dancing music and raucous revelers so close to her, She would jump when someone would pound on the door because of the lights being on, and her heart raced. But that was what made the whole thing worth it to her.

October's Rave was always the largest of the year and it was always held on the 31st, Halloween. To keep in the spirit of the occasion, she got a peasant girl costume with a hat and the long pantaloon underwear, with a slit for convenience, to wear. The skirt was longer than usual but that actually would insulate her thighs better than her regular skirt. The harness worked well, there were the occasional failures but nothing that wasn't. She had altered her usual pattern last month and seemed to work, she only used a single lock on her hair. It saved some time because the hair was the thing that took the most time. The temperature was cooler than usual and so it looked like a particularly uncomfortable night. Ruth-Anne changed into her costume, made sure of everything Then put in the gag, but this time to make sure she was in some pain she forced the oral gap to 2 ½ inches. It actually stretched her jaw. She put on the blindfold and then attached the lock for her hair, next she climbed into the harness, she was well practiced now. She wrapped her penalty cord around her hand and pulled the trigger and it worked again. She was bound into position, the floor seemed colder than usual but that was part of the ordeal she would just have to endure it. She settled in for her eighth ordeal of the twelve she had planned.

Perhaps there really is a goddess called Nemesis, maybe there is something to hubris, maybe she had just played the wrong side of the odds for too long. Whatever the reason this night Halloween night was to be the undoing of her plans. Appropriately, it was a bat that changed the course of things. The poor beast was just waking for its nocturnal hunt and had taken to wing when its wing encountered the penalty cord and instantly with a scream it was falling, barely catching itself before hitting the ground. Ruth-Anne's plight was not as fortunate, the encounter ripped the cord from her hand and the weight dropped. The shock of the incident kept her from realizing her real plight until she heard the water pouring into the penalty container. She knew now her fate and she knew the mechanisms would work. She had triggered the penalty by losing the cord and the rules were not going to be broken tonight.

Slowly the slack was taken up and she was lifted off the ground swaying in the air. The rope attached to her hair forced her chin up. She was raised three and a half feet into the air, around her were step stools, boxes and other things that made certain that a man's cock could reach all the available places. She heard the lighting switch and knew she was now the star of this place. As she felt the upward progress stop. She heard a sickening click. The spring loaded hinges swung the door open.

Ruth-Anne heard the music clearer and swallowed the door stood wide open, it was about 11:30 p.m. and immediately it caught the attention of a reveler. He peeked in the door, as fortune would have it he was alone at the party and so he walked into the warehouse and saw Ruth-Anne ready for duty.

"Sweet Mother Mary, what have we here?" It did not take him a lot of time to take his pleasure, he pulled a box up and stood on the thing and pulled her dress up and puzzled over the odd lingerie. Then, he saw the slit and opened Ruth-Anne up for his use, He knew what he wanted right away and he started to force a finger into her anus, Ruth-Anne screamed or as best she could the noise that came out was unintelligible. He worked to weaken the sphincter and worked the second finger in, confident that he had worried the virgin asshole enough, he took his hard cock and began to force his way into her. Slowly and painfully he pushed in until he was into the hilt. Ruth-Anne was sobbing and squirming to no avail. She was officially not a virgin anymore, at least not anally. He humped her ass until he shot his load, then he pulled out and wiped his cock on her dress.

The next partakers were a pair of guys, more traditional in their lust. One pulled up a step stool and stood to launch into her mouth pushing in trying to make his cock grow to fill her mouth. The other one stood on the box and found her cunt and pushed in, not mindful of Ruth-Anne's virginity, he was already hard from the festivities. There had been Viagra available at the party, so when he rammed it home, Ruth-Anne's hymen was destroyed instantly and painfully, any thought of pleasure for her was ripped from her quickly, there was not much of a chance for her to achieve orgasm, most of these guys were primed and ready to shoot the moment they were in her. Rape was maybe not the most apt description or maybe it was. It was difficult to know whether they were simply taking advantage of something she wanted or not, but she was not in a position to do anything about it. There was no shortage of takers for her suggestions set up around her. Each rapist would dutifully inform his friends like a worker bee. There were moments between that allowed her to sob to herself. She hurt and her emotional state was in a nose dive. Then, seemingly to add injury to insult, her hair lock failed and dropped her face down and knocked her unconscious for a while. When she was aware enough to realize what was happening, she felt someone's hard dick in the vagina working away. The skirt of her dress fell down and hid her face and now, she was just a handy hole to them. They paraded in one after another and made their deposit. In all there were forty-two guys. That had invaded her ass, her mouth and her cunt. She counted them on the tape. Thirty-one of them raped her vaginally. Forty-two had used here and not one of them attempted to help her. She hated every one of them. But she did not blame them, this was her responsibility alone.

At 4:00 a.m. the candle burned through the cord and the water flowed out of the penalty container and she was gently lowered to the floor and like clockwork, Techno-Slaver's harness released her right on time. She crawled out of the thing and sat on the ground in her soiled costume and grieved for her virginity and cursed her stupidity. She wanted to blame Techno-Slaver, but she remembered that he had misgivings. He had actually tried to talk her out of doing it. Unlike, those bastards that had used her, even, though it was at her invitation, not one of them even tried to see if she were willing. Finally, in the days that followed, she came to terms with whom ultimately was responsible for the whole thing, it was her arrogance. She was so certain that she could control the situation 100% of the time.

Needless, to say, that was her last, adventure in self-bondage. However, that was not be the end of it. She did not return to the chat rooms, but she finally, did track down Techno-Slaver. She discovered that his name was Gerard Platt of Platt Engineering. I took some talking, but, he agreed to meet her in a park near his office. Ruth-Anne sat waiting for him on the bench, the package sat next her, she watched for his face, it was on the company's website. When she saw that face, she smiled and stood to greet him. They had actually talked for a couple of months now. Ruth-Anne had told him almost everything about that night. He bemoaned the fact that he should never have agreed to build it. She pushed that aside and told him, that he could not be held responsible for her actually using it.

"Is that it? Gerard asked.

"Yes, it is. I brought it back to you because I was afraid that it might fall into the wrong hands and I am sure you can deal with it better than I." She spoke plainly.

Platt nodded, "I will take care of it. Is there anything else I can do perhaps? We can get some therapy to help you through this?" Ruth-Anne took his hand and spoke, "No I don't need therapy, Gerard, but if you want to do something, you can."

"Name it." Clearly, he still felt responsible.

"You are a dear man, Gerard. What you can do for me is in six months: Own me."

"Ruth-Anne what are you talking about?" He was confused if the look on his face was any indication.

"It is really simple, silly, I have screwed up my life with myself as its owner, but I believe I have something to give. So, I need someone who can control me and that means I must become their property. The only one in this whole sordid mess that did right by me was you. Ergo, you are the one to which I need to offer myself." Ruth-Anne spoke as though it was the most natural thing to be talking about.

Gerard countered, "I really didn't see me as the marrying kind . . . "

"No, I will be your property. You still can have a sex life with whom you will, but if you wan sex from me, I would be your property and you would have use of my body, it would be up to you, I will become your property just like in ancient Rome or Greece. To keep or sell use as you will, whip, torture or even kill me. That is the arrangement, marriage is not going to be required. Nor do you owe me any kindness for that matter. You will do with me what you want do to me." She smiled, even as she described her probable servitude.

"Ok, but then why six months why not right now?" He questioned her.

Ruth-Anne actually grinned this time and opened her coat to show her protruding belly, "Another Halloween gift, twins. A boy and a girl, according to the DNA they have taken, they are both white. I will arrange to have them adopted and then I will come to you for disposition. It seems fitting that I do this instead of aborting them, it was my stupidity, not their fault, brought his about, so we have to put this off for six months. Then, I am the property of Techno-Slaver."

"No!" Gerard said with force. "You do it now or you do not do it ever, you become my property now!"

Ruth-Anne was taken aback. She actually shrank away from him. He smiled and replied, "Listen, you need me now, I can see that. You will have the twins and we will raise them. You will become my wife and that is settled. Everything else will be the same you will become my property to do with as I see fit and if I want something on the side you won't have a say in it. That understood?"

Ruth-Anne was overwhelmed by the domination and simply nodded her acceptance.

"No, that's not good enough, say it out loud right now."

Ruth-Anne could no more not obey than fly, "From this minute onto the moment I die, I am Gerard Platt's property. He can do with me what he will and I have no say in what he can do."

Gerard smiled, picked up the package and gathered her to him not in the least of a menacing manner and started to walk her back to his office.