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Chapter 24 Mistress Charlize
Stacy was surprised to see a petite brunette on a leash trailing the much taller Mistress Charlize. While Mistress Charlize looked to be older and not particularly attractive, the brunette was young and pretty with a good figure. Her abbreviated costume displayed almost as much flesh as Stacy’s.
Under the glare of the stage lights, Stacy got a closer look at the two. She guessed Mistress Charlize’s age as mid to late fifties, maybe older but the brunette looked to be in her twenties. Why would a Mistress spend five hundred for her when she already had an attractive slave wondered Stacy?
She certainly looks the part decided Stacy as she watched the regal looking female approach. Mistress Charlize made the other dominas look like they were just acting a role they weren’t particularly suited for. Faye graciously handed Stacy’s leash to Mistress Charlize even bowing her head slightly. Mistress Charlize thanked Faye, leaned over and brushed her cheek with a kiss then handed Stacy’s leash to the brunette.
“I’ve reserved one of the private areas to enjoy her,” said Mistress Charlize to Faye. “Does the slave have a high tolerance for pain?”
Stacy thought she detected a slight hint of an English accent in Mistress Charlize’s voice.
“Very high, Mistress, she is yours to do with as you please so long as no permanent damage takes place,” said Faye.
“She will be returned in good condition but I assure you she will suffer greatly. I plan to exceed her normal tolerance and then some.”
“Enjoy,” said Faye looking somewhat dazzled causing Stacy to wonder if there was such a thing as S&M royalty.
Exchange completed, Stacy was led toward one of the curtained room reserved for punishing slaves in private.
“I’m Mistress Charlize and this is Slave Simone. But you are not to speak unless asked a direct question,” said Mistress Charlize as they reached the curtained area.
“You can scream your bloody head off, however,” said Simone laboring under the weight of two sizeable bags of what Stacy assumed was S&M paraphernalia.
The Auto-De-Fe organizers had hung blue plastic painter’s drop cloths to partition off six quasi-private areas along the side of the theatre. For twenty dollars an hour, they afforded a minimum of privacy to punish a disobedient slave. It was from those partitions that Stacy had heard several loud howls of pain during the evening.
There was a hand written sign at the one they entered stating that it was reserved for Mistress Charlize. The only furnishings were two cheap plastic chairs and something that struck Stacy as a kneeling bench; however Mistress Charlize called a punishment bench.
Damn, they must have stolen that from a church thought Stacy eying the upholstered wooden furnishing. She recalled that the last time she had been at St. Timothy’s for a wedding, the bride and groom had knelt on a similar fixture. This doesn’t look too bad thought Stacy noting the cushioning for her knees and where she assumed her elbows would be. They’ll probably paddle me and want me to perform oral sex. I hope they don’t make my butt sore. I have to sit in class next week.
“Kneel on the punishment bench. Close your eyes and be silent,” said Mistress Charlize as she and Slave Simone began unpacking their equipment.
Stacy’s reverie was interrupted by the sound of a hiss followed by a blood-curdling scream from the adjacent screened off area. It was easily the loudest and the most chilling cry that Stacy had heard in an evening when screams of pain were commonplace. Ignoring her directives, Stacy looked in the direction of the scream. She saw the faint outline of the red glow of a brazier. She had noticed several of the slaves had been branded on their buttocks or breasts. Apparently, one of the six areas was equipped as a branding station.
The plastic curtain in no way kept out the loud argument that followed. Stacy stayed silent and listened as the adjacent area was thrown into chaos.
“Shit, you moved, you stupid little slut,” said a voice coming from behind the curtain. That was followed by the sound of a slap followed by another.
“I’m sorry Mistress. I was afraid. It hurts God awful,” said a younger female voice between sobs.
“The brand’s smeared. I can’t recognize my sign,” said the Mistress. “How will people know you belong to me?”
“Yes, you can. I can see it. It’s not too bad. It will be okay once it heals. Won’t it Mistress Margo?” asked the slave.
“It’s fucked,” said another voice Stacy assumed was Mistress Margo.
“We’ll just have to do the other tit,” said the Mistress. “They won’t match and it’ll look like shit.”
“Oh please, God no, you’re ruining me,” pleaded the Slave.
“Margo, Bree, hold her tight this time. If we fuck this up, we’re out of tits,” said the Mistress. “You move his time and I’ll burn my sign on your face.”
There were sounds of commotion with the slave screaming for them to leave her alone. Then there was another hiss, a blood-curdling scream, and silence.
“Good, that’s perfect,” said the Mistress. “Nice and deep, she’ll take that to her grave.”
“The stupid little cunt fainted,” said Margo
“Serves her right. Let’s carry her over to the slave pit and throw her in. Maybe someone wants her sorry ass.”
Stacy had seen but not experienced the slave pit. It was a small fenced area filled with writhing bodies. Slaves who displeased their Mistresses were put in the pit to service dominatrices who hadn’t been accompanied to the Auto-De-Fe by a slave. Since the dominas outnumbered the slaves, submissives were often the subjects of multiple simultaneous tortures. Stacy had witnessed a hulking black Mistress force her fist inside the vagina of a screaming slave not half her size while another domina was dragging a Wartenberg pin wheel over her breasts. Stacy didn’t have any illusions about what would happen to an unconscious girl tossed into the pit with two fresh brands.
“Can we brand Stacy when we’re done, Mistress,” asked Simone interrupting Stacy’s train of thought? “She has the breasts for it.” To emphasize her point, Simone slapped Stacy’s boobs causing them to sway from side to side.
“No fucking way,” said Stacy.
“She spoke. How disrespectful,” said Simone actually sounding shocked.
“Nobody is going to brand me,” said Stacy seriously considering running for the door.
“Stacia, fortunately for you our arrangement with Mistress Faye precludes permanent damage but it does not forbid us from teaching you to keep your mouth shut,” said Mistress Charlize. “Simone, restrain this impudent slave.”
While Stacy had noted the similarity between the fixture and the kneeling benches at St. Timothy’s, she had not realized the one she was being chained to, was completely adjustable or that it came with numerous stainless steel fittings for attaching restraints. Simone proved expert with the apparatus and in a matter of moments, Stacy was immobilized in a forward kneeling position. Her legs were tightly strapped and separated making her orifices easily accessible from the rear. Simone’s fingers tested their accessibility.
“The slut’s holes are already loosened up,” said Simone slipping several fingers in Stacy’s cunt pushing hard to make it hurt.
“They’ll tighten up before we’re done,” said Mistress Charlize. “Hurry, Simone. Stacia is anxious to learn what we have in store for her. Aren’t you Stacia?”
“Two hours is all you have,” said Stacy.
“More then enough time for us to take you on a tour of hell itself,” said Mistress Charlize.
Stacy was already uncomfortable from the tightly restrained and awkward position. The top part of the bench pushed hard against her ribs right under her hanging breasts. Her arms were fully extended forward and down at an angle from her body. Her position also allowed access to her mouth. An adjustable padded strut under her chin lifted her head upright straining her neck. Stacy could move at most an inch in either direction. Once more, she found her erotic senses triggered by the sense of being helplessness in the hands of strangers.
“Excellent work, Simone,” said Mistress Charlize as she casually ran her hand over Stacy’s buttocks and lower back. “She’s very beautiful. Too bad she will have to suffer so. But such beauty has a price.”
From their first appearance on stage, Stacy observed there was something different about Mistress Charlize and Simone. Their attire and even equipment was definitely more upscale and better quality than the other attendees. Both Simone and her Mistress had the look of wearing custom-made S&M apparel. The designer Versace came to Stacy’s mind.
Simone was dressed in a stylish micro skirt and leather bra with knee high boots. Mistress Charlize was wearing a short leather dress that look like it came from Hermes and matching boots that reached mid thigh. Most of the mistresses and slaves were wearing apparel that looked home made or purchased in a local fetish store. They were for the most part, cheap and ill fitting. Faye’s breasts kept popping out of the leather corset and her boots were too large in the thigh so they kept slipping down making her look slightly ridiculous. As a result, much of the clothing had been shed since the start of the Auto-De-Fe.
But Mistress Charlize and Simone’s fetish apparel fit them perfectly. And the leather looked to be much softer and better quality than the cheap cowhide worn by the others. It was the same with their jewelry. Jewelry was something that thanks to her recently departed paternal grandmother Stacy knew something about. Out of respect she had sat with Grandmother Todd for hours as she explained how to select pearls and what to look for in the best diamonds, emeralds and rubies. Grandmother Todd was born to a class of women who frequented Cartier and Harry Winston. She could tell a real diamond from cubic zirconium at ten feet. Thanks to Grandmother Todd, Stacy had a safety deposit box of extremely valuable jewelry. The day she had offered it to Mike to let her go was one of her least proud moments.
When Mistress Charlize bent down close to Stacy to check her restraints, Stacy could see the finely worked details of her necklace of tiny skulls each with diamonds in the eye sockets. There were matching bracelet and earrings. Simone was wearing a smaller version of her Mistress’s jewels.
They must have the money to afford the couture version of S&M thought Stacy. And she did pay five hundred dollars for me, not a fortune but a lot for two hours of my time. The hard landing of a bare palm on her buttock interrupted Stacy’s thoughts.
“Shit, that hurt,” yelled Stacy responding to the stinging pain in her rear.
“You are one poorly trained slave,” said Mistress Charlize.
“Can I play with her boobs, Mistress,” asked Simone who was already kneeling beside Stacy reaching under her to pinch and pull her nipples.
“Later, tempos fugit, Simone, wire her up, and quickly,” said Mistress Charlize.
Stacy watched as Simone extracted a bright orange extension chord from the bag and plugged it into a wall socket. Next she removed a rather complicated looking metal box whose top was covered with dials and switches. The side of the box contained connectors for electrical wiring.
“AC or DC,” asked Mistress Charlize lifting Stacy by her hair.
“What,” asked Stacy uncomprehending?
“They say the only difficult thing about Harvard is getting in. You’re certainly a stupid cunt,” said Mistress Charlize lifting Stacy by the hair then allowing it to drop.
“Alternating current or direct current,” said Stacy deciding she didn’t much like Mistress Charlize.
“Did you know that Thomas Edison was the champion of DC and George Westinghouse AC,” asked Mistress Charlize? “Edison hired men to tour the country proclaiming the dangers of AC. They would electrocute dogs and cats they got from the local pound to show the chamber of commerce DC was much safer.”
“I recall reading that somewhere in grammar school. I assume there is a converter in your control box that converts AC to DC. How do you know I go to Harvard?” said Stacy dryly.
“Simone, what is your usual punishment for questioning me in a sarcastic tone,” asked Mistress Charlize? Simone was busily unpacking several sets of coiled electrical wires.
“Ten with the paddle, Mistress,” said Simone dropping the wires to reach into the bag for a long handled leather paddle. It was covered with black leather and the handle was a good three feet long. There were several holes in the paddle end inside a circle of brass studs.
“Pity, suck a beautiful ass,” said Mistress Charlize taking up a position at Stacy’s rear. “S&M tradition demands you do the count thing. Failure on your part, Slave Stacia, to announce the count will result in the number being reset to zero. I assume even a Harvard student can count to ten while under duress.”
As soon as Mistress Charlize finished her sentence, Stacy’s rear leaped into searing burning pain. Stacy managed to yell out the primary ordinal as she bucked and twisted in agony. My ass is on fire thought Stacy. Just as the pain began to subside, another blow landed. Portia was right decided Stacy. My experience at the prison was better than this.
Stacy spent the next few minutes howling in pain as Mistress Charlize landed powerful swats to her increasing red bottom. The paddle was merciless as Mistress Charlize alternated between her buttocks. But she did manage to count out loud each blow that left her bottom on fire. This was a new experience for Stacy. Her parents did not believe in corporal punishment. She had never been spanked. As she lay sobbing, her rear end aflame, she was reminded that in the few weeks since meeting Mike Cabreeze, a lifetime of painful acts had been performed on her person.
“Nice and warm with a delightful cherry hue,” commented Mistress Charlize running her hands over the raised whelps covering Stacy’s buttocks.
“Please, no more,” begged Stacy.
“Hush child, that was a mere appetizer before the main course. Now, let’s continue our discussion. I should warn you that twenty is the punishment for the second question. Are you familiar with the Gestapo?”
“German secret police for the Third Reich, Mistress,” said Stacy promptly and respectfully.
“Correct and that wasn’t even an SAT style question. I find most Ivy League students woefully ignorant of anything that isn’t considered Scholastic Aptitude Test material,” said Mistress Charlize. “But what you probably don’t know is that the first version of the control box Simone is readying was developed at Gestapo Headquarters on the Fredrickstrasse in Berlin in 1941. This is of course an improved version complete with the Underwriter Laboratories certificate of approval.”
“No, I did not know that, Mistress,” said Stacy feeling very uneasy at the mention of the word Gestapo. Stacy had a vague memory of having read a book about a young heroine in the Resistance that was captured by the Gestapo. They did terrible things to her but she never talked. Stacy shuddered as she recalled they used electricity in between dunking her in ice water.
“Ready, Mistress Charlize,” said Simone having unpacked a bundle of wires and other hardware.
“Look, this arrangement is ended. I never agreed to be electrocuted. I’m not even a slave really. I’m just here to fulfill an obligation. If you’ll left me go, I’ll see your five hundred dollars is returned,” said Stacy in her most authoritative voice.
“Can I punish her for speaking out,” asked Simone?
“Yes, you may, Simone. I’m afraid, Slave Stacy, it’s twenty this time. Don’t forget to count or we’ll be forced to start over,” said Mistress Charlize.
“God no, please, I’ll make it a thousand dollars,” cried Stacy.
“Sorry, Slave Stacia, your family’s money can’t get you out of this,” said Mistress Charlize. “You are helpless and completely under my control. In a matter of minutes, you will wish you were never born.”
Stacy screamed each time Simone landed the paddle on her increasingly red and bruised bottom. She was barely able to croak out twenty on the last blow. Sweat was dripping off her when the beating ended.
“Raw meat,” said Simone passing her hand over Stacy’s butt. “Her skin will start to blister and peel off soon.”
“Hear that, Slave Stacia. I suggest if you want to go home with flesh on your ass, you cooperate henceforth. The next offense will merit thirty blows. Frankly, I don’t think that lovely tush of yours can stand it,” said Mistress Charlize.
“I understand, Mistress Charlize,” said Stacy wondering how much damage had been done to her buttocks.
“Good, now let’s play Gestapo and the Resistance,” said Mistress Charlize picking up a wire with a small metal cylinder on the end. “I had a great aunt who parachuted into occupied France in 1943. She fell in love with a member of the Marquis who turned out to be an informer for the Germans.”
“And he betrayed her,” asked Simone handing her Mistress a tube of ointment?
“Yes, he told the local Gestapo and they snatched her off the street. She loved to gather her nieces and nephews around her at bedtime and tell of her experiences. When my mother learned the nature of the stories she was telling us, she was horrified. But out of respect for what she suffered, my parents allowed her to continue regaling us with tales of rape, sodomy, and torture. They felt sorry for her. She had no children of her own. The Germans had seen to that,” said Mistress Charlize.
“Did you have any relatives who served in the Second World War, Stacia,” asked Mistress Charlize as she covered the cylinder with an oily white substance.
“Yes, my great grandfather was a surgeon,” said Stacia.
“Zinc oxide, in case you’re wondering. It enhances conductivity and acts as a lubricant,” said Mistress Charlize answering Stacy’s unasked question as she handed the object to Simone.
Stacy grunted when she felt the cylinder inserted in her rectum then pushed deep inside her using some kind of probe.
“Ten inches should do it,” said Simone. “Right where the rectum ends and the lower intestine begins. That area is the most sensitive.”
It felt much deeper than ten inches to Stacy. She could feel the wire hanging out her sphincter running down her leg.
“Vagina, Simone,” said Mistress Charlize lubricating a similar but much larger cylinder before handing it to Simone.
It was also put in place with some form of probe. She could feel Simone maneuvering it until it was alongside the one in rectum.
“It’s in her cervix, right next to the other one,” said Simone using the probe to press the two cylinders together.
“Excellent work, Simone. I assume you have never been subjected to electrical torture, Stacia.”
“No, never, Mistress Charlize, I beg you not to hurt me too badly.”
“Your English is certainly a cut above that spoken by the great majority of your countrymen. I would hazard a guess that almost everyone here would have said, I beg you not to hurt me too bad.”
“Thank you, Mistress. I have my mother to thank for that. She almost had a calf when I spoke slang.”
“Stacia is trying to be clever,” said Simone.
“The Germans were clever people. In the instruction manual for the use of electrical torture written by Reinhardt Heydrich he emphasized how important it was for the cylinder located in the high end of your rectum to exchange energy with the one in your womb. The effect is agonizing. Now be quiet and allow us to finish.”
A terrified Stacy choked back any protest as Mistress Charlize used a forceps to grasp the tip of her nipple. She pulled hard to elongate the flesh then rotated her hand a half turn causing Stacy to hiss in pain.
“Now, Simone,” said Mistress Charlize causing Simone to position a saw toothed alligator clamp at the base then allow it to snap shut. Tiny drops of blood appeared where the sharp teeth broke the flesh.
“Oh God,” cried Stacy reacting to the bite of the metal teeth sinking into the stretched and twisted flesh of her mammary.
“This is my favorite part,” said Simone pulling the wire to increase Stacy’s pain. “She has such exquisite breasts. I bet her lovers tit fuck her.”
“Simone, watch your language. Don’t be crude or I will have to punish you,” said Mistress Charlize.
“Sorry, Mistress,” said Simone contritely.
“Stacia, during the troubles in Argentina, the military used automobile jumper cables on the breasts of female students,” said Mistress Charlize as she captured the other nipple in her forceps and applied the clamp. “Their methods were crude and unrefined. In many cases, they burned off the end of the breast.”
“There are jumper cables in the trunk of my car. Want me to get them?” said Simone connecting the leads from Stacy’s nipples to the control box.
“Don’t tease Stacia, Simone. You’ll frighten the poor girl out of her wits. Lymph nodes do not like electricity,” said Mistress Charlize using electrical tape to secure a silver dollar sized copper disc in the center of each armpit. “You will find the armpit surprisingly painful.”
“I beg you, Mistress Charlize, please do not hurt me. I’m not into S&M really. I’m just here to return a favor,” said Stacy.
“We are perfectly aware of your situation, Miss Todd,” said Mistress Charlize taking a leather headband with smaller discs from Simone. She buckled it tightly around Stacy’s head.
She knows my last name and that my family has money. This was planned in advance realized Stacy.
“If we scramble her brains, she won’t remember a thing,” said Simone. “Stacy, want us to wipe your memory, like they did to Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Next?”
“No, please don’t,” said Stacy.
“Let’s see, rectum, pussy, nipples, pitts, and skull. Am I missing anything, Simone?” asked Mistress Charlize.
“Her clit,” said Simone handing her mistress a set of forceps and a wire terminated with a large clamp.
“Of course, how forgetful of me,” said Mistress Charlize who proceeded to capture Stacy’s clit with the forceps and stretch it out to where the flesh became translucent. Howls of pain escaped Stacy’s lips as the sensitive area was crushed in the forceps and stretched like a rubber band. An even louder howl sounded when Mistress Charlize allowed the clamp to snap shut at the very base of her clitoris. When the forceps released the tip of her clit, Stacy could feel the clamp pressing tightly against her pubic bone.
“Let’s test on low power, a quarter amp,” said Mistress Charlize placing her hand on Stacy’s left breast.
“Left breast on,” said Simone turning a switch on the control box. Stacy felt a small hum in her right breast.
“Good, now the right,” said Mistress Charlize moving her hand.
Moments later, they had tested all the contacts.
“I doubt you know that in the late eighteen hundreds, there was widespread belief low voltages of electricity had a very beneficial effect. Doctors, world wide including Freud, were busily electrifying body parts. Electrification of the women’s sexual organs was considered especially effective for what was termed female hysteria,” said Mistress Charlize.
“No, I did not know that. Someone told me it wasn’t going to be on the SAT,” said Stacy.
Mistress Charlize quickly landed a loud open palmed slap to the side of Stacy’s face. A small trickle of blood oozed out of Stacy’s nostril.
“Yummy,” said Simone who’d stepped forward to dab her finger in Stacy’s blood then brought it to her lips.
“One should never be sarcastic with their mistress no matter how temporary,” said Mistress Charlize. “Are you ready for hell on earth, Stacia?”
“No way, but do I have a choice,” said Stacy the side of her face still burning.
“Absolutely none,” said Mistress Charlize taking over operation of the control box from Simone.
“We’ll start with quarter power on the left breast,” said Mistress Charlize twisting a knob.
Seconds later, Stacy’s body contorted as her left breast felt a powerful current.
“Now the left armpit,” said Mistress Charlize sending current there. Stacy howled and bucked as the electrons tortured her.
“Some torture victims report the nerve ganglia in the female clitoris are the most sensitive,” said Mistress Charlize switching the dials and applying more current.
“May we watch, Mistress Charlize?” asked a voice from the direction of the entrance. Stacy’s howls had attracted attention
“Of course, come in everyone, but please be quiet,” shouted Mistress Charlize.
Stacy sensed that the temporary room was filling up. While she could only see the people directly in front of her, she could tell the area behind her was packed.
“I’ve always wanted to try electricity but lack the experience and the money,” someone commented.
“Watch closely, everyone, and I will demonstrate the power of electricity to induce pain. Simone, a block of rubber for Slave Stacia,” said Mistress Charlize. Stacy didn’t resist as Simone stuck a large square of black rubber in her mouth.
“Can’t have you crushing your teeth,” said Mistress Charlize.
The next hour was among the most awful in Stacy’s life. Mistress Charlize constantly switched the location of the current. Stacy’s insides grew increasingly warm. The crowd kept murmuring their approval each time Mistress Charlize flipped the dial causing Stacy to scream through the rubber block and contort her body in reaction to the ungodly pain.
“Mistress Charlize, is there a possibility you’ll damage her ovaries,” asked someone in the crowd?
“If I understand your question right, you’re asking if I send several amps of power in Stacia’s vagina, rectum and clit at the same time, will it scramble the eggs in her ovaries thereby rendering her sterile. I don’t know. Let’s try it and see,” said Mistress Charlize flipping several dials then pushing the button to electrify Stacy’s abdomen from three directions.
“Some people like their eggs scrambled,” said Simone.
“I love the way her eyes bug out when the current passes through her skull,” said an onlooker when Mistress Charlize sent the current to the discs circling her head.
Stacy had no idea how long her electrical torture was the center of attention. She had a vague recollection of Mistress Charlize thanking everyone for watching and asking for a few final moments of privacy as her time with Slave Stacy was about to expire.
“Water,” croaked Stacy when she was alone with Mistress Charlize and Simone and the rubber block removed.
“Give her some water, Simone,” said Mistress Charlize. “I’m surprised she can still talk or even think.”
Simone placed a straw between Stacy’s lips. The water was cool.
“Enough,” asked Simone?
“Yes, thank you,” said Stacy feeling somehow both numb and in terrible pain from her head to her feet.
“Watch the door, Simone,” said Mistress Charlize.
Stacy was vaguely aware that Mistress Charlize was standing directly in front of her. Her brain was in an electricity-induced fog. She opened her eyes as Mistress Charlize raised her leather skirt.
I’m not sure I have the strength to eat her pussy thought Stacia as Mistress Charlize’s leather covered crotch came into view inches from her face. That was when the unexpected happened. Mistress Charlize pulled apart the snaps holding her panty crotch together and out sprung the largest cock Stacy had ever seen.
“Surprised,” asked Mistress Charlize. “Suck it, Stacia, or I’ll send enough current through your skull to reduce your brain to jelly. You’ll be too stupid to pass those ridiculously easy exams your lazy professors prepare.”
Stacy was too physically and mentally exhausted to do anything but open her mouth and accept the cock. She strained to open her jaw enough to accommodate the mushroom head. She felt two metal hooks enter her nostrils. When she looked up, she saw Mistress Charlize pulling on the handle of the forked tool forcing her mouth to open. The pain was indescribable.
“A nose hook should keep you from biting,” said Mistress Charlize.
Stacy could only make a guttural sound as his cock covered her tongue then began to wedge its way down her throat.
“You weren’t expecting to suck cock,” said Mistress Charlize taking hold of Stacy’s skull to force his member to the back of her throat.
There is no way that monster is going down my throat thought Stacy. It’s too large.
“My faggot friends christened it the Choker at Oxford,” said Mistress Charlize. “One night, one of the more ambitious dons under the influence of a very good ruby port attempted to swallow its entirety. He lost consciousness before he achieved his goal. Unfortunately, I was in no condition to help him. The authorities declared it an accident of course. My only regret was that his early death precluded the completion of his biography of Coleridge.”
Stacy began to struggle for breath as the phallus moved down her throat
“I detect the onset of cyanosis. You need to breathe, Stacia. Don’t we all. Of course, since we’re poisoning the planet, choking to death on my cock could save you from a life time of breathing the putrid atmosphere mankind calls air these days,” said Mistress Charlize before he relented and pulled his member from Stacy’s mouth.
“Please, I can’t take any more,” whispered Stacy gasping for air.
“Just to prove what a kind mistress I am, I’ll finish in your other two holes,” said Mistress Charlize before walking around the punishment bench to Stacy’s rear.
A hand took a firm grip on Stacy’s hair pulling her head back straining her neck. A pitiful moan escaped Stacy’s mouth as Mistress Charlize’s cock entered her recently tortured vagina. The muscles lining Stacy’s pussy were so sore from the repeated shocks that she began to scream as the oversized dick traveled the ravaged passage.
“An acquaintance of mine told me the most painful thing you can do is fuck a woman after her vagina has been torture with electricity. Of course, being an interrogator in the Mexican Federal Police, he should know. The electricity shocks the lining leaving it stiff and raw. You can’t see this but you’re getting blood all over my cock. Maybe I better switch to your ass before you bleed out,” said Mistress Charlize.
“Please, no,” was all Stacy could mutter as she felt her buttocks being parted.
Stacy had a moment of no pain followed by one of searing agony as Mistress Charlize forced his cock past her sphincter. Fortunately, her anus was still coated with the lubricant used to insert the cylinder. Stacy spent the next few minutes in rectum hell as Mistress Charlize took a firm hold on her battered flanks and repeatedly thrust into her.
“Notice anything different about this particular act of sodomy,” asked Mistress Simone.
“It hurts,” was all Stacy could manage; however she could feel something moving in her abdomen.
“The Choker is reaching past your rectum to the first loop of your lower intestine. Are you feeling your bowel straighten? I’ve been told it’s agonizing.”
“Yes, you’re killing me.”
“The time I must return you to your Mistress approaches,” said Mistress Charlize increasing the rate of his vicious sodomy. Finally, he climaxed then collapsed on Stacy’s back. He was dripping sweat and breathing hard as he took a moment to recover.
“I hope that was as satisfactory for you as it was for me,” whispered Mistress Charlize in Stacy’s ear. “You’re a damn sight stronger than I thought you would be. You should be a vegetable by now.”
The last thing Stacy recalled was Simone approaching with a syringe.
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