Diane
11. A Dance Lesson
It took considerable effort to awaken Diane after the start of her recording
career, but they finally brought her around. She woke to find herself suspended
upright in a leather harness shaped like an inverted "A" that passed over her
shoulders, at which there were hooks used to suspend her, had a vertical strap
just below her breasts so she wouldn't slip out the sides, and came to the
point of the "A" in front and back at waist level, with a very narrow strap
running between the points on which the weight of Diane's slender form rested.
Her wrists were fastened to her thighs, and her legs were held apart by chains
running from rings in the floor to cuffs on her ankles. There was some slack in
the chains, but not quite enough for her to close her legs, which would have
allowed her to reach the floor with the tips of her toes. She was allowed to
discover for herself the futility of her efforts to reduce the pressure on her
pussy.
"Slave, I've got a schedule to meet, and you're going to take a dance lesson
today no matter what shape your extremities are in. So what if you can't stand ?
We'll have you dancing on air". With that the trainer smeared some glue on the
insides of Diane's thighs, on her ribs on each side, on her labia, and her
shoulder blades. "We don't want to burn you again, not today anyway". Diane
had been sufficiently distracted by the crotch strap not to have noticed that
the greasy salve over her nipples covered electrical burns; she shuddered at the
thought of what uses would be made of her tender tits in days to come. The
mistress then placed wires on the glue spots and secured them in place with
tape. "In case you thought your tits had been used plenty today and would get
a break now, you're right, they have been, but the only way they'll get a break
is if they split under the pressure", the mistress smirked at the helpless
captive as she extracted two long thin needles. Diane stared at the needles in
utter terror, but she knew that to ask for either mercy or information would
bring additional punishment, and besides, no mercy would be given and she would
learn the purpose of the needles only too soon. The trainer was please with
Diane's restraint and nearly ecstatic over her obvious horror. When a bunsen
burner was lit and the needles heated over it Diane was visibly trembling and
even paler than usual. The mistress stood, adjusted the chains holding Diane's
legs to pull her legs taut, then stood before Diane holding the hot needles in
gloved hands.
"Don't worry, slave, I won't keep you in suspense - about the needles - much
longer. They're going through your tits. And you know what ? You're not going
to scream; you're not going to speak; you're not going to make a sound. Do you
understand ? This is an order. NOT A SINGLE SOUND COMES OUT OF THAT MOUTH".
The trainer squeezed Diane's left breat in her left hand and pulled it forwards,
then began slowly inserting the needle through the breast near it's base.
Diane's head jerk back, her teeth gritted, eyes closed, her face twisted in
pain, but she didn't make any sound. As the needle made its slow progress
through the breast Diane jerked in the harness, which made the pain worse while
she beat her head in the air and clenched her fists till her hands discolored as
the sweat poured down her contorted and discolored face. At last the point
exitted the other side. "That's one, slave. Very excellent self-control. Do
you think you can do it again ?" No, I don't, Diane thought. But I'll have to.
"For what it's worth, the betting was 2-1 against your holding out this long,
5-1 against you enduring the second. Some people are going to be very mad at
you if you don't scream before the second goes through, people who are going to
have a lot of chances to make you suffer. Just thought you'd like to know".
Diane's right breast was squeezed, and the second needle was inserted into it
and pushed through. As she had kept her eyes, mouth, hands, and everything else
she could clench tightly clenched the whole time, she gave little external sign
when it penetrated, except perhaps her face twisted even more, though it was
already so barely recognizable that it was hard to tell. As the needle made
it's way through the tears began to force their way under her tightly closed
eyelids and mingle with the sweat rolling through the bizarre crevices of her
barely human visage. "Oh, slave, you're in a lot of trouble", the mistress
said as the needle exitted Diane's breast. "Some people just lost a lot of
money, and you can be sure they'll take it out of your hide some day. But it is
your hide that's in jeopardy, no one else's - for now". With this Diane's face
loosened slightly and the tears began to pour out. "What the hell, go ahead
and cry, I guess you've earned a good cry". Diane didn't need to be told twice,
as the fear and pain and relief combined and she broke into uncontrollable sobs.
The mistress let Diane cry herself out and loved every second of it. At last
when the sobs abated, she got back to the task at hand. "You know, of course,
that we haven't even begun the lesson yet", the mistress said as she attached
wires to the end of the needles through Diane's breasts. She took a rag and
cleaned up Diane's face a little. "Since you did such a good job so far, it
would be a shame if you said something you shouldn't before the session ends,
so let's gag you good. Open wide". For once Diane didn't mind having a
too-large rubber ball pushed into her mouth. "Now for the dance lesson", the
mistress said as she began flicking switches on a console. "Each of these
wires it attached to a different spot. As I push a key current will surge to
that spot, and I assure you it will hurt - a lot. But why tell you when I can
show you", she said as she pushed a button and Diane's right shoulder jerked.
"See ?" She then proceeded to play a number on the console, and Diane danced to
the silent music, her body jerking and spasming in response to each keystroke.
The trainer made certain that the piece made frequent use of all the available
keys so the shocks hit Diane's shoulders, thighs, ribs, crotch, and most
frequently her breasts, the current passing through the needle in each breasts
and making the whole breast jump. Diane had thought she had no tears left, but
as the dance went on that was disproved, and her tears ran freely as her body
bounced to the beat, till the mistress decided, a bit belatedly, that the slave
had had enough. Tomorrow every part of her body would be so incredibly stiff and
sore as to make training impossible. All they would be able to do with her
would be to place her in a barrel of warm salt warm and shock her for a while,
then place her in a pool of human waste.
