Cage 3
After the cage, I decided to give Mary a couple of days rest. Apart from a very
sore throat, which prevented her from saying much, she had come to no harm from
her little adventure. That was what I had planned, you don't break toys you want
to play with, do you?
That afternoon I told Mary we would have another session that evening. She
looked at me and shook her head.
"Oh, come on, Mary, you know you like it, even if it does hurt. In fact, you
probably can't keep away from it. I'll tell you what, I'll give you your
instructions and the time you have to present yourself to me. If you don't come,
that's your problem, but you'll only get the one chance - if you don't turn up,
I won't touch you again!"
She stared at me, and I could guess what was going through her mind. If she
came, pain. If she didn't, no more earth-shattering orgasms. She came.
She knocked, timidly, on the door and I opened it. She was wearing a thin
house-robe and nothing else, except the black silk scarf she had tied across her
eyes. I took her by the hand and led her to the centre of the room. I fixed a
wide, padded leather strap around each wrist. Then I undid the robe and let it
slip to the floor. I held her hands up and attached the wrist-bands to the hook
of a small electric hoist, the sort amateur mechanics use for hauling engines
out of cars. I pressed the "UP" button on the remote and watched until her arms
were well above her head.
Bending down, I put more straps around her ankles, then moved her feet wide
apart. As I manipulated her, I could feel her trembling. I had got her - she
didn't want to be here, but couldn't stay away. I fitted a steel spreader bar
between her ankles. It had a 3" diameter ring in the middle.
"Open your mouth!" She did and I inserted a stainless steel Jennings dental gag
in, fitting it over her teeth. I worked the ratchet until her mouth was wide
open and then locked it immovably in place with a tiny padlock. Then I removed
the silk scarf. She blinked in the light, then her eyes went wide as she saw it.
"It" was a steel bar, set vertically into the floor. About 4ft high, it
terminated in around bullet-shaped head. The bar was about 2 1/2" in diameter.
She shook her head and made unintelligible sounds.
"Aren't you the lucky girl," I laughed. "That's all for you, and no-one else. I
expect you can guess what it's for, can't you?" From the look on her face, I
figured she had a good idea.
I picked up one of the 4 buckets of wet sand that I had brought in and emptied
it about 18" to one side of the bar. A second the other side. Then the two
others, so that there were two heaps of sand about 7-8" high. While I was doing
this I could see Mary out of the corner of my eye, trying desperately to free
her hands. She couldn't.
"Have you ever heard of Vlad, Mary? He's normally called Vlad the Impaler. I
read the story, and I thought we'd try it out, me as Vlad, you as one of his
victims. With suitable modifications, of course. I'm going to hoist you up,
position you over the bar, then lower you. I think you'll find the experience,
shall we say, interesting? But first, I need a cigarette, I'll just go and get
one." And I walked out, shutting the door, leaving her with her Nemesis. I
didn't really need one, it was a pretext. The longer I left her there, helpless,
staring at that steel penetrator, the greater her apprehension would get.
I gave her a good half-hour, then went back in. She was staring at the
protruding bar like a rabbit at a stoat, terrified. She turned her head as I
came in and looked at me, pleading with her eyes. It was my turn to shake my
head.
"You came of your own free will, Mary, now you take what comes. Sorry, bad pun!
But you know what I mean. I just hope, for your sake, you're really not a
virgin!" That was the clue, she knew for sure what was going to happen now and
went back to struggling to free her hands. I pushed the button and the hoist
hauled her up until only the tips of her toes were touching the floor. Her big
breasts were flattened on her chest and for a minute I contemplated whipping
them, they were in the ideal position, even the undersides were exposed. But I
had other things in mind.
"OK, here we go!", and I held the button down until the stretcher bar was level
with the top of the penetrator. I had fixed the hoist to a steel rail and it was
a simple matter to pull her forward until she was vertically over it. She tried
to look down, but the position she was in, the weight of her body on her arms,
didn't let her.
I held the circle in the middle of the bar over the bullet-head and started
letting her down. It worked perfectly, the ring slid down the vertical bar,
fixing her in position. I stopped the movement when the tip was an inch or so
from entering her. Then I smeared some K-Y on it - no point in doing it dry, I
wanted her to feel the invasion, not tearing pain. The pain would come a little
later.
Another press on the button and she felt the tip slide between her lips. She
screamed - not in pain but in terror and fright. Another touch and the tip
disappeared. Another and the bar was a couple of inches into her. I was
fascinated to see the bulge in her belly, just above her mons, that bar was
really going to fill her up. I lowered slowly her, an inch at a time, making
sure that she got the full benefit of the invasive action. From the look in her
eyes, now level with mine, she did! She wasn't struggling any more, she
couldn't, her body locked in a straight line between the controlling influences
of the stretcher-bar ring, the penetrator and the weight of her body on her
wrists.
Finally her feet came to rest on the two piles of wet sand. I stopped the hoist.
She had half her weight on her feet and half suspended by her wrists. If I'd got
it right, the tip was just short of her cervix. Slowly, carefully, I eased the
hoist down until all her weight was on her feet. She held herself perfectly
still, the screaming silenced.
I attached cords tied to two metals eyelets in the floor to her ankle-straps and
then released the spreader bar and turned it so that it was at right-angles to
the V of her legs. That way, she was free to move her feet a bit, but not to
close her legs. I lowered the hoist some more, until her wrists were just above
her head.
The situation she was in was slowly getting through to her. If she moved her
feet, the sand would be forced out from under them and she would sink lower onto
the penetrator. There was too much slack in the hoist for her to use her arms to
haul herself up. She froze, rigid, willing herself not to move. This was
understandable, but not desirable, at least, not from my point of view. And I
had prepared for that, too!
Grasping one cheek of her ass, I pulled it to one side and slid an inflatable
dildo into her rectum. A special one, it had a thin metal collar with a wire
attached to it situated just where her anus would grasp it. I pumped it up
quickly, so she couldn't push it out.
Moving round in front of her, I open her lips, found her clit and started
massaging it. When it popped out, I fixed a tiny crocodile clip with another
wire to it. The two wires were then plugged in to a TENS machine. Next I played
with her nipples until they were erect, then two more crocodiles, plugged into
the second channel of the TENS. We were all ready to play.
Mary had done a bit of squealing when I fixed the clips, but she settled down
quickly.
"So far," I told her, "you're not in any pain. Some discomfort from the clips,
maybe, but nothing serious. Now I am going to switch on this little machine and
see what happens."
I started with the dial controlling the channel to her nipples, turning it very
slowly. For a moment there was no reaction, until suddenly her eyes widened and
she shook her head - Mary was doing a lot of head-shaking, I thought. She was
beginning to feel the bite of the voltage into those two very sensitive areas. I
turned it some more and she squealed. At the same time she shook her torso,
obviously trying to dislodge the clips. Not much chance of that happening. A few
volts more and she screamed and shook harder.
I looked down. It was working, the movement had worked down to her feet, they
were already a little lower in the sand. I backed off on her nipples and poured
some power into the second channel. This was the one. She bucked, as though
trying to grind the penetrator. I knew that she would be getting fire in her ass
and hot sensations in her clit, turning her on. One might just cancel out the
other, but which one was anyone's guess. Whatever, her feet twitched and she
dropped lower.
I switched off both channels and waited to see what would happen. Nothing. OK,
so I turned both channels back on and got her nipples hurting and then gave her
a quick, high jolt down there. Her head went back and she gave a raucous scream.
I switched off. She tried to say something, but the gag made the sounds
unintelligible. The piles of sand were by now noticeably lower, the head of the
pentrator had to be touching her cervix. Another hard jolt down there and it
certainly was, as her feet twitched and then she went rigid, trying to rise up
on her toes.
"interesting, isn't it, Mary? Just imagine, if there was spike on the end of
that thing, what state your insides would be in right now! Lucky for you it
isn't a spike. But don't worry, I expect you'll find it interesting anyway."
I reached up, and released her wrists. She wasn't expecting this and just stood
there for a moment, her hands still above her head. Then she realised what I had
done and started to lower them. As she did so, I fed quite a few volts into her
nipples. She screamed and her hands flashed down to hold her breasts. I upped
the voltage and she screamed louder, squeezing her big breasts as though the
squeezing would stop the pain. It didn't. At the same time tremors had run right
down to her feet and she sank a little lower.
That was when she realised the her guts were hurting her, and why. I switched
off, and her hands went down to her belly. She stared at me. She was free - more
or less - but there was no way she could get off the pentrator. I gave her clit
a few volts and she shook her head - again - and her hands moved lower. As soon
as they did so, I gave it to her in the nipples, hard. She screamed, really
loudly, and her hands went back up. Of course, when they got to her breasts, I
gave her a hard jolt in her clit.
Poor Mary! Between her nipples and her clit and anus, she was hurting, and at
the same time trying not to move, because if she did the bullet would press even
harder against her cervix. Between screams she tried to gabble something at me,
but it all came out garbled. Not that it would have made any difference if I had
been able to understand her!
I switched everything off. Her hands went straight up to her mouth, to try to
get the gag out, but it was locked and she couldn't open her jaws any wider.
Then they went down to her nipples and I could see that she was going to pull
the crocodile clips off them. No problem, I gave it to her in her clit. Her
hands flashed down there, but I switched off before they arrived.
She stared at me, her hands covering her slit. She just didn't know what to do.
The pain in her guts was beginning to show on her face, and she didn't dare move
her hands in case I shocked her again. Her skin glistened wetly with the sweat
caused by the pain, she was one very unhappy young woman.
"I think I need another cup of tea", I said and without looking at her I left
the room.
When I came back, some 15 minutes later, Mary was moaning loudly, her hands
pressed flat against her belly. The clips were gone from both her nipples and
her clit.
"Had enough?" I asked. She nodded frantically.
"OK, I'll take you off that nasty thing, but on one condition. You have to
promise that when you are off it, you will bend over, untied, legs wide apart,
hands holding your ankles, and stay that way while I take you in the anus."
She stared at me, horrified.
"OK?"
She shook her head violently in negation.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to go and get another cup of tea while you think
about it", and I left the room again.
15 minutes later I was facing her again.
"Ready?" I asked.
She was moaning loudly, tears running down her cheeks, her hands pressed hard
against her belly, obviously in a lot of pain. Slowly, she nodded.
"Alright, but I warn you, if you don't do as you promise, I'll put you back on
there and leave you all night!"
She nodded, frantically.
I lift her hands, put the wrist-bands back on and hoisted her off the
penetrator. Then I undid her wrists.
"Bend over!"
Slowly, reluctantly, she bent over, hands going to grasp her ankles, breasts
hanging free. I moved behind her and rubbed some KY into her ass. Then I put the
tip of my cock against that little brown ring of muscle and pushed. She moaned.
I pushed harder and she squealed. Slowly, I wormed my way in. It was hot, and
tight, and felt just wonderful. I bent and took hold of her breasts in my hands
and plunged a few times. She screamed each time I did so.
Then I decided that it would be interesting to hear what she thought about the
situation, so I undid the gag and released her jaws.
"What's it like, Mary?" I asked.
"It hurts!" she gasped.
"More than the penetrator? I'll stop, if you like, and put you back on it, if
you prefer that?
"Oh no, no, please don't!"
"Then may I continue?" I asked politely.
"Yes". A very quiet 'yes', in a tiny voice. I withdrew a bit and then plunged.
She screamed.
"Too much noise" I said. "I think you'd be better back on the penetrator if
you're going to keep on like that."
"No, please, I'm sorry, I won't scream again, I promise."
To find out if she was telling the truth, I gave her a few more heavy movements.
She did a lot of gasping, but didn't actually scream.
I reached out and picked up a big vibrator from the nearby table and switched it
on.
"Take hold of this."
She did so.
"Now rub your clit with it, and keep rubbing until I tell you to stop, or else!"
She pressed the vibrator into her slit. I could feel the vibrations in my cock,
it felt wonderful. Slowly at first, then ever quicker, her hips started to move
as the vibrations got through to her. Her breath became raucous. She no longer
seemed to feel my thrusts as she built up to a climax. And then, suddenly, she
was coming. Her head went back and she screamed, but this time it was with
pleasure. As she did so her anal muscle clenched and unclenched rapidly,
providing my cock with fantastic sensations, until I came too.
I stood there, my cock deep inside her, and wondered just how I was going to
follow this!
