Working on Dawn, A Damsel In Distress Story by Tom Roper
Working on Dawn, part 1 Dawn and her husband had gotten involved with a charismatic rogue known as "the Mechanic". He in turn involved them in several of his plots and schemes and soon his enemies saw them as a way to get to the Mechanic. Dawn was abducted from the street and taken to a warehouse. The two men pushed Dawn through the door ahead of them. Going from the darkness into the light of the warehouse, her eyes took a moment to adjust, even though the lights were not very bright inside the warehouse. As she looked around the warehouse she saw row after row of pallet racks, with pallets and crates stored on the racks. The two men were pushing her along at a very fast walk for them, which was close to a jog for her. The two men were very large, each one over six feet tall, and they were both well over two hundred pounds, and mostly muscle, very low percentage of body fat on these two. They had no problem whatsoever directing her ninety-seven pounds, fully clothed. As she was barely five feet tall, she looked like a child or a doll they carried between them. They came to a separate steel room in the back of the warehouse that looked like it was a large drive in freezer. One of the men pulled a rope hanging down in front of the concrete ramp that ran up to the large drive-thru doors, and with a pneumatic sound the two large doors slid open. They guided her into the huge room. She saw that the room was at least thirty feet wide and over one hundred feet long. The doors closed behind them as they continued toward the back of the room. The ceilings were at least sixteen feet high with explosion proof lights hanging down at ten-foot intervals throughout the room. In the front of the room there were more storage racks, but as they pushed her toward the back she saw the racks stopped and the back had furniture and desks. She guessed that at one time this had been a large drive-in freezer, but the large refrigeration units hanging from the ceiling were silent and the room was about seventy degrees. The galvanized steel walls and ceiling were very clean, as was the concrete floor. As they entered the office-type area she saw one section that had a two rows of four desks. The entire back area was lighted with several sets of fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling. Only two of the six sets of fluorescent lights were on, but this area was still quite a bit brighter than the rest of the warehouse. A woman in a plain beige dress was working at a computer at one desk; a man in a short sleeve shirt was sitting at another desk talking on the phone. The other desks were not occupied, but from the papers and items on the desks she guessed they were in use in the daytime. The desks took up less than one fourth of the back area of the converted freezer. A large reception type area occupied another one fourth, with four sofas, six easy chairs and coffee and end tables. Soft music was being piped into the area through overhead speakers. The rest of the open area had several automotive-type tool chests, various steel work tables, machines, steel lockers, welding equipment, and lifts, jacks and A-frames. The men pushed Dawn down on a wooden straight back office chair, pulled her arms behind the back of the chair and handcuffed her wrists to the back legs. The woman finished up some work on her computer and started a report printing, then got up and walked toward Dawn. She wore a simple beige knit dress that stopped about four inches above the knee and clung to every curve of her ample body. She wore four-inch spike heels and mesh hose with seams down the back. She was probably five foot eight or nine, very shapely. Her hair was blonde, shoulder length, her makeup was on the heavy side, but all done quite well. Dawn considered her a very good-looking woman, probably mid-thirties. Yes, she thought, very attractive. The blonde woman stopped about five feet in front of Dawn and gave her an appraising look, with her feet crossed and her hand under her chin with an analytical look. "This is Dawn," she said to the men. "I have been listening to her for three weeks and I finally get to see her." "Yea," said one of the big men. "We picked her up just like you said, right where and when you said we would." "Gosh," the blonde said. "She is such a tiny thing. How tall are you, honey?" "Five One," Dawn answered, exaggerating by at least 3/4 of an inch. She usually said she was five feet, but now she wanted to be a little taller. "Why am I here?" "Now I strongly suspect you know the answer to that," the blonde said in reply. "Don't you know why you are here?" "No," Dawn lied. "I was just walking out to meet someone and these goons grabbed me. Why am I here?" ""Dawn, Dawn," the blonde answered as she sat in any easy chair over to one side. The blonde crossed her legs and her short dress practically disappeared, exposing her long, shapely legs. "Bring her over here," the blonde ordered one of the big men. The man grabbed the heavy chair with both hands and picked the chair and Dawn up like it was no weight at all and carried her over in front of the blonde and set the chair down, four feet in front of her. "Did you search her?" the blonde asked. "No, not really," the big man answered. "What if she is wearing a wire?" the blonde said disgustedly. "Do it." The big man pushed Dawn's head forward and unzipped her dress down the back. He examined her back, and pulled the dress off her shoulders. The blonde watched with a slight smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eye that made Dawn feel even more uncomfortable than the situation already made her feel. The man pulled her head back by the hair with one hand and the other hand ran down the front of her dress. With a flick of his fingers he unhooked the front-closing bra she had on and pulled it up releasing her breasts and then pulled it over her head and let it fall down her back. His hand explored her front totally, each breast, her stomach and sides, her abdomen down to her panties. "Ray," he ordered. "Get the bottom." With that the other big man moved quickly around the chair and pushed her legs apart with his own legs as he pulled a switch blade knife out of his pocket. He knelt between her legs and with one hand pulled her panties out from her body and with two flashing swipes of his blade the panties came free with a slight jerk and he dropped them on the floor. She was not wearing hose and he moved his hands over her legs and to her crotch. He started to insert a finger inside her. "What do you think I am hiding in there?" Dawn complained as she involuntarily tried to turn her body away and protect herself from examination and violation. "We will not know until we check, will we," the blonde answered. The man pulled her back around and inserted his huge middle finger into her vagina and began probing around. Dawn tried her best to relax so the examination would not be painful. Her body infuriated her when it responded on its own and quickly lubricated itself and Ray's finger in the process. He gave a slight grunt to acknowledge her body's reaction to the search, as if filing it away for future use and at the same time enjoying it. He moved his other hand under her left ass cheek and lifted her off the bottom of the chair then pulled his finger out of her vagina and moved it back to her anus. "Oh, no," Dawn said softly. "I have to be sure you are not hiding anything," Ray said gently. He inserted his finger and probed her anus deeply. Then he removed his finger and lowered her back onto the chair. "Are you sure I am not hiding anything now?" Dawn asked him. "Pretty sure," he answered as he stood up and walked around behind her. Dawn sat the chair in front of the blonde and pulled her knees together defensively. Her dress was totally unzipped down the back and pulled off her shoulders. These men had probed every part of her body and the woman in front of her had watched the entire episode with more than interest. "In a few minutes," the blonde said casually. "A man by the name of Felix is going to come through that door and he is going to ask you some questions. He will not accept any answer but the truth. You will not be able to keep the truth from him. Why don't you save yourself some trouble and tell me what we both know I want to know and you know to tell me?" "Are you sure you don't want to watch?" Dawn asked the blonde. "Actually I do want to watch," the blonde answered. "I have watched him work on several women before. He is good, very good. And you know what?" "No," Dawn answered hatefully. "What?" "When he gets through with you," the blonde put her fore finger in her mouth seductively. "You will be in pretty good shape. You will not think so, but with a day or two rest, no one would be able to tell what you had been put through." "Am I supposed to take comfort in that?" Dawn tried to keep the fear out of her voice. "I would if I were you," the blonde said. "How much are you going to enjoy this?" Dawn asked. "Quite a bit, I imagine," she answered. "But we can all save a lot of wear and tear on your body if you just tell me now. Then I can find other ways to enjoy you that you will enjoy a lot more." "I doubt that!' Dawn exclaimed. "Oh," the Blonde said sexily. "You can say that, but first of all, I know you would prefer anything I want to do to you to any one of the things Felix will do to you, just as a matter of pain preference. Secondly, I suspect you have fantasized about another woman before and I believe you even fantasized about me when you watched me walk over to you and when I sat down here." Dawn felt herself blush like crazy and she could feel the heat of embarrassment fill her body. She looked away to try to hide her feelings, but she knew that once more her body had abandoned her and completely surrendered her secrets, just as it had when Ray probed her womanhood. "You are not going to tell me are you?" the blonde asked. "No," Dawn answered simply. "Alex, Ray," the blonde ordered. "Put her on the lift." Dawn heard one of the big men walk away behind her while the other one unlocked the handcuffs behind her back and pulled her up to a standing position, holding both wrists in one giant hand, both her arms twisted up behind her back almost to her shoulder blades. The blonde stood up and stood in front of Dawn. "Here, honey," she said gently as she reached down and pulled the dress up. "Lets make sure you have something to wear if you do get a chance to walk out of here." With that she pulled the dress over her head Alex released her wrists so that she could put her hands over her head to allow the dress to be pulled off. Dawn stood between the two of them with nothing on except her shoes, the heels only two inches high. The blonde was at least eight inches taller than Dawn plus the two inches of extra heel height made her tower over ten inches over Dawn. Alex was at least twelve inches taller in his street shoes. She realized how children must feel as she was dwarfed by these people. The Blonde folded the dress and examined Dawn's body. Dawn had every reason to be proud of her body. Her daily exercise regimen negated the fact that she had two children and was forty years old. As soon as the air had hit Dawn's nipples they had gone fully erect. The Blonde laid the carefully folded dress on one of the easy chairs with her bra and the now useless panties. Then she stepped back over to Dawn and took Dawn's nipples in her hands, kneading them gently. Dawn let out a low gasp. "They really are magnificent," the Blonde remarked. "I am really glad to finally see what everyone has been talking about." "What are you talking about?" Dawn asked in puzzlement. "What do you mean 'everyone has been talking about?" "Oh, I forgot," the Blonde said as she rushed back to her desk. Rummaging through a drawer she pulled out a small tape recorder and after going through several tapes she pulled one out and put it into the recorder. She walked back to Dawn as the tape fast-forwarded. She pushed the play button and they heard Dawn's voice on the tape "...used to milk". The Blonde hit the rewind for another second then play again. "...my second child was born my first husband became fascinated with my breast milk. He used to milk my breasts every morning and every afternoon and then at night before we went to bed. I was exercising and taking vitamins and supplements, so I was making milk furiously. My breasts were enormous. He bought an electric milk pump..." Dawn listened in astonishment to the conversation she had had with Michael weeks before, probably in Atlanta. The tape clarity was excellent; she wondered where they had the bug. No it had to be bugs, they bust have had bugs in every room. Alex held her by her upper arms and pulled her several steps away as Ray rode a pallet jack into the reception area. It was a machine used to pick up pallets and put them into racks high overhead as well as to move them around a warehouse or to load and unload them from trucks. It was not a forklift, since instead of a seat the operator stood on the rear of the machine and rode it in a standing position. The pallet jack used two large steel arms with small wheels on either side in the front to stabilize the machine while the forks lifted between those arms. Ray put a wide board with clips that held it in place across the two arms. A length of chain with a wide leather cuff was bolted to the board on each side. Ray pulled the forks out of their slots and replaced them with a wide steel bar that had inserts that fit into the slots. The wide bar also had lengths of chain with leather cuffs; these were bolted to sleeves on either side of the bar that looked like they could be adjusted for width. Ray pulled one of the levers on the control panel and the bar hydraulically raised on the uprights. Alex picked Dawn up and placed her on the board, facing forward. He and Ray pulled her legs apart just at the verge of being uncomfortable and buckled the leather cuffs to each of her ankles. Then they pulled her wrists over her head and buckled the cuffs. As they stepped back, Dawn was standing on the board, spread-eagled, naked except for her shoes and earrings, totally exposed, and with very little room to move her arms or legs. Dawn walked back over with a drink in her hand. She used a finger to swirl the ice cubes. "Ray," the Blonde ordered. "Get something and let's measure those nips of hers, I would like to see what they really measure." "Sure," Ray answered as he walked over to the tool area. "I would like to know, too." "Alex," the Blonde said. "Why don't we warm her up a little bit. You want to show her what you cabelleros are famous for?" "Sure," Alex said with a slight smile. Alex walked over to one of the lockers. "Are you starting to worry a little bit?" the Blonde asked Dawn. "How do you feel?" "Yes," Dawn answered. The men could not hear their lowered voices. "I am worried and I feel absolutely helpless. Won't you do anything for me?" "If you tell me how to find The Mechanic," the Blonde said in a low voice as she traced the under part of Dawn's breasts. "I do not know where he is," Dawn answered. "You are clever," the Blonde answered as she lifted the weight of the slightly sagging breasts, and hefted them in her hands. "I did not ask you where he is, I asked you how to find him. You know that." "I cannot tell you that," Dawn answered. "Oh, you can," the Blonde answered. "And you undoubtedly will. You will not be able to keep from telling us." Ray came back with a dial caliper; a stainless steel machinist measuring device with finely ground steel fingers. He took Dawn's left nipple in one hand and started to put the caliper on it. "Wait," the Blonde said. She took an ice cube out of her drink and expertly ran it over Dawn's nipple until the nipple was fully distended and a dark purple in color. "Now measure it." Ray put the caliper on and adjusted the fingers down to grasp the nipple at its base. "Point Six Four Four," he read off the dial. Dawn leaned her head down to watch the actions being taken on her body, helpless to do anything about it. "Over five eighths of an inch," Alex said approvingly as he walked back into the group, a coiled bullwhip in his hand. Ray used the calipers to measure the length. "One point One One Zero." "Over an inch long," the Blonde said. "Now measure the diameter of the aureoles." Ray adjusted the fingers to measure the full diameter of the darkness of the small woman's aureoles. "One point six three one." "Hmmmn, Nice size," the Blonde said. "But the nipples themselves are huge, especially on such a small woman. But then they have been through a lot." "How long did her second husband keep milking her?" Ray asked. "How long was it, Dawn?" the Blonde asked. Dawn was silent, a determined look on her face. The Blonde grabbed Dawn's nipples with her thumbs and fingers and pinched and twisted them cruelly. Dawn gritted her teeth and only after nearly a full minute of having her nipples cruelly twisted and brutalized did a low moan begin to escape her lips. The Blonde did not let up but got a fresh grip and renewed her attack on the helpless girl's nipples. "Bring me some pliers," she ordered the men. Ray quickly offered a pair of pliers with rubber covered handles. The Blonde released Dawn's nipples and took the pliers, but she quickly place the left nipple in the pliers and was squeezing and twisting it cruelly, the end sticking out of the pliers quickly turning dark purple and swelling up on the end like it would explode. Dawn's low groan got louder and higher and just before it turned to a scream she yelled out, "Two years, he kept it up for two years." The Blonde reduced the pressure on the pliers but did not remove them. "What, what did he do for two years?" "Milking me," Dawn said breathing heavily. "You know that from the tape, damn it." "How much milk did he get?" the Blonde said, squeezing harder until Dawn answered. "It increased," Dawn said as she writhed in her constraints. "It went from a quart a day at first to over two quarts a day." The Blonde squeezed a moment and Dawn added, "One day he went for a record and in four sessions he got almost one gallon." When the Blonde released the pressure on the pliers enough Dawn twisted her body quickly and pulled her nipple free. The sudden freedom relieved the pressure and pain temporarily, and even though Dawn knew she could not go anywhere, the momentary relief and the rebellion, no matter how slight, felt good. "Tighten her up," the Blonde ordered. Ray held the lever back on the control panel of the lift truck. With a hydraulic swoosh and hum the bar on which her wrists were attached raised, pulling her arms relentlessly and easily all the way up until her arms were fully extended. She felt her weight being transferred from her legs to her wrists, and then felt her body being stretched. She let out a yell of anxiety and fear and Ray stopped the machine. There was a sharp strain on her shoulders and hip joints as she was totally stretched. She wondered if Ray had not stopped the machine what would have happened to her. Dawn grabbed the chains attached to her wrist cuffs and tried to pull some slack, but there was no slack to pull. She pointed her toes, trying to touch the board and take some of the weight off her arms, but she could not reach the board. She bent her head forward to look down and then up, examining her plight. She was totally helpless. The Blonde and Ray walked over to easy chairs and sat down, watching Dawn and Alex. Alex took several steps to the side and in front of Dawn and uncoiled the bullwhip on the floor between them. With a flick of his wrist the whip straightened out on the floor in front of Dawn. With a sweeping motion of his straight right arm, Alex brought the whip to life and it swept back behind him and then arced the black leather whip through the air toward Dawn's stretched nude body. With a cruel crack the whip wrapped itself around Dawn slightly below her breasts, right at the bottom of her rib cage. Dawn had the strangest sensation of her life as the braided leather whip circled her body and slapped her flesh. The surprise of the lash caused her to scream loudly. There was pain, to be sure, but a sudden flush of warmth swept through her entire body, starting at her ribs where the lash landed and spreading out in all directions like a Tsunami wave of heated blood, surging out her limbs, filling her abdomen. With a flick of his wrist, Alex caused the whip to release its hold on Dawn's tiny body and fall to the floor in front of her. Again her arched the whip back behind him like a fly fisherman making a cast, and again she saw the wide curving arc as the whip headed for her again. She arched her back, using her arms and legs to arch herself and meet the whip normally used for recalcitrant cattle, to meet it at the point of impact, to make herself a party to the activity rather than just a helpless participant. This time the lash landed on her left breast, just slightly below the nipple, circled her body and landing on her right breast as well, making a loud snapping sound as the braided leather came in contact with her soft skin. This time the effect on Dawn was truly electric as the tidal wave of heat swept out from her breasts and pulsed through her body. The heat seemed to concentrate on her loins and her breasts and she was amazed to find that the pain was actually enjoyable. She looked at the Blonde and Ray in the easy chairs, watching her in rapt silence. This time she gave a moan rather than a scream. The third lash landed across her breasts as well, this time exactly on her big left nipple, the one the Blonde had worked over the most with the pliers. The sensation was painful, but the pain was enjoyable to Dawn, and the moan she released through her lips revealed that fact to all three of her audience. "I think you have a true fan," Ray said in amazement. "Yes," the Blonde said with satisfaction. "Lets all get in on this act. Switch to belts." Ray and the Blonde both got up and walked toward Dawn. Alex walked to his locker and returned with three leather belts. Each of the three took a belt and positioned themselves around Dawn. The Blonde reached between Dawn's legs and felt her pussy which was so wet it threatened to drip. "My, my, she does seem to be getting into this." "If you can give me a little slack," Dawn asked. At a nod from the Blonde, Ray pulled the lever and the bar slid down until Dawn was once more supporting her own weight on her feet and her arms were no longer stretched. He lowered it a little more and Dawn's arms were pretty relaxed, although still held slightly above her head. Alex loosened the chains on her ankles so that her legs were not spread quite so much. "Well," the Blonde said approvingly. "Do you think you are ready?" "Let's do it," Dawn said. Alex positioned himself to Dawn's right, belt in his right hand. Ray was to Dawn's left, belt in his left hand. The Blonde was directly in front of Dawn, belt in her right hand. Alex struck first, the belt landing under Dawn's left breast and circling her back to the right rib cage. Ray followed as soon as Alex's belt had been recovered, his belt striking Dawn's right breast and circling her back to end at her left armpit. Dawn groaned with each slap of the leather. After the second belt was directed at her breast, she grabbed the chains holding her wrist cuffs as high as she could with her hands and pulled her arms up and out of the way, offering her breasts totally to the onslaught. The Blonde let her belt go across Dawn's buttocks, but since she was standing in front it was not an effective lash. The men began to whip rapidly, one after the other from her breasts down her fib cage to her abdomen. After half a dozen lashes from each man her body was covered with a series of red welts. The men stopped and the Blonde gave an underhand stroke bringing the belt up between Dawn's legs, slightly off center so that most of it landed on her right inner thigh. Dawn relaxed her handholds on the chains and lowered her arms so that she could open her legs wider. She spread her feet slightly, but mostly she opened her thighs by bending outward at the knees, exposing her crotch to the Blonde's onslaught. The blonde started a steady stream of underhand strokes with the belt, trying to direct each one directly into the center of Dawn's womanhood. Dawn lowered herself even more, spreading her thighs even more, and by the third belt slap the sound was definitely like leather hitting something wet. Dawn groaned with each slap of the leather, but the end of each groan contained a tone that said it was not altogether a bad thing. After six strokes in succession landed squarely on her womanhood, Dawn's legs failed and her weight collapsed on her arms and her head fell forward so that her chin rested on her chest. The Blonde tossed her belt on a chair and walked back to an easy chair. She nodded and the men took Dawn down from the lift truck by unbuckling the cuffs. They carried her over to the sofa and after cuffing her wrist with the chrome handcuffs she had on originally. They allowed her to collapse on the sofa across from the Blonde.
Working on Dawn, part 2 Ray wheeled a strange chair into the center of the mechanic's shop area as Alex pushed and half-carried Dawn into the area. The chair was only best described as a chair, although it had no seat. It was mostly metal, heavy, on casters so it could be wheeled around. The legs were quite high, not quite as high as a barstool but much higher than a normal chair. The front and rear legs were connected with two narrow padded boards, leaving the entire center of the chair open. The back of the chair consisted of two pipes set about two inched apart that rose four feet above the sitting part of the chair. Alex and Ray, each holding one of her arms, lifted her onto the chair. She placed her upper legs on the padded boards, which were angled in such a way that her legs were spread wide open at a large angle. Her feet dangled nearly a foot off the floor. They tied her onto the chair with a leather belt around her waist through slots in the pipes that made up the back of the chair. Her ankles were shackled with leather cuffs to the sides of the metal front legs, and her thighs were belted to the padded boards on either side. Her legs were spread wide, and her entire crotch was exposed from underneath, totally. Her feet were so far off the ground that she could touch nothing. Ray placed a steel tee-shaped piece into a bracket so that it protruded out the back of the chair horizontally at her shoulder blade level. Her arms were pulled behind her and over that tee-shaped piece so her elbows were hooked over it behind her back and her wrists were cuffed together. This forced her to lean forward, but also made her back very straight. Even though her breasts normally sagged onto her chest, in this position they hung completely free. Ray turned the chair on its casters so Dawn was suddenly facing a man dressed in a suit and tie seated on a stool. He smiled at her and introduced himself. "I am called Felix," he said with a slight South American accent. "You must be Dawn." Dawn had lost most of her self-consciousness of being totally nude except for her shoes and earrings. Instead of self-consciousness she felt an excitement and a sensuality of having another person seeing her nakedness. All of these people were fully clothed, dressed for work. She was nude, usually exposed in such a way that they could see every part of her, usually restrained in such a way that they could touch any part of her. Her feeling was like exhibitionism at its ultimate. She realized that the heat in her loins was going up and she could feel herself lubricating yet again. Felix was not nearly as large as Alex or Ray. He was probably five foot ten inches, about one hundred and sixty fit pounds. He appeared to be in his late forties, salt and pepper hair, and dark complexion. He had a handsome face, his long, thin, aristocratic nose the predominant feature, but the dark, piercing eyes were almost overpowering. He approached her by wheeling the stool over in front of her. On the stool he was slightly higher than she was. He stared at her face and her body, his eyes looking her up and down several times, not the least concerned with the effect that would have on her. Dawn in turn enjoyed his visual examination and even opened her legs slightly, even though she was already spread wide, and raising her breasts slightly to show them to him more. "You can tell me how to contact The Mechanic," he said matter-of-factly. "I am going to make you tell me. Do you want to save me the time and effort?" "Do you want me to save you the time and effort?" Dawn asked him, the anticipation and some fear showing in her voice. "Quite frankly, no," he answered truthfully. "I will admit that I will enjoy what I am going to do to you. I think your body is absolutely beautiful, and I relish the idea of getting my way with it." Felix leaned over next to Dawn's ear and whispered in her ear, "Tell me, are you looking forward to it, even a little bit?" Dawn did not answer immediately, but she finally whispered in a husky voice in his ear, "Yes." He continued to whisper in her ear, "Listen, I will get the information from you anyway. Why don't you just tell me now? I will do things to you you have never dreamed of, bring you to heights you cannot even imagine, and let you go, absolutely without injury." "The telephone number is 507-665-1213," she whispered. "An automated answering machine will answer and you enter the numbers 337 and you get switched to an answering machine. You put in your phone number and he will return the call." "Is that the only way you have to contact him?" Felix asked. "Yes," Dawn answered. "Are you in love with him?" Felix whispered. "Yes," Dawn answered. "Where do you think he is now?" Felix whispered. "I think he is here in Miami," Dawn answered. "But I truly have no idea where he is." "Is that all?" Felix asked. "Have you caught Richard?" she whispered. "No," Felix answered. "They are still looking for him, though." "He does not know any more than I do," Dawn whispered desperately. "I believe you," Felix said. "I will tone down the search for him." "I am ready," Dawn whispered. "I want you to use me and have me. If I were not tied like this I would give myself to you any way." "Do you want the others to watch?" Felix whispered. In a husky low groan, Dawn said, "Yes." Felix turned and motioned the others to come over and take chairs around Dawn. He went back to the office area and made a telephone call. He was gone for several minutes, then he returned to the machinist area with a large, leather salesman's bag. He motioned to Ray who wheeled a surgical tray on wheels over in front of Dawn. He put it his bag on a chair, opened it and removed a leather box, which he opened revealing four syringes. Each of the syringes he filled from a bottle of yellow liquid, carefully placing each syringe on a towel on the surgical tray. Then he wheeled his stool over in front of her and sat down. Felix cupped Dawn's right breast in his left hand and played with the nipple. He soaked a piece of cotton in alcohol and rubbed in all over her nipple and breast. Then he blew on the nipple and it got quite cold and hard. He held the nipple in his left hand, examining it. "Do you know how many milk glands you have in each nipple?" he asked her. "Four," she answered. "Oh, yes," Felix remembered out loud. "Your ex-husband did quite a bit with your lactating breasts didn't he? How long since you lactated?" "Nearly fifteen years," she answered. "Do you see how many syringes I have ready?" he asked. She nodded. "Do you think that is a coincident?" She shook her head no. Felix picked up a syringe; the needle was one and one-half inch long. He carefully placed the needle on one of the milk gland holes on her right nipple and pushed it in. Dawn let out a low moan and looked down at the syringe sticking out of her nipple. Without pause, Felix took another syringe and repeated; then another, and then the last, until she had four of the small syringes sticking out of her right nipple. The feeling for Dawn was close to ecstasy, even though there was pain. She absolutely loved the feeling and the image of the needles in her breast. "This is a special concoction of mine," Felix said as he used both hands to hold the syringes simultaneously. "The solution will cause a burning pain in her milk glands, mixing with your body fluids and making you feel like you are going to catch on fire." With no further discussion he pressed all the plungers together and injected all four of the syringe's contents into Dawn's breast. Dawn felt a burning from in her breast, slowly intensifying. Felix leaned forward and whispered "I used a diluted solution". The feeling in her breast seemed to alternate between heat and pinpricks. Dawn stared at the four thin syringes protruding from her nipple, the weight causing her nipple to tilt downward, held up only by the four one and one-half inch needles in her one inch nipple. Waves of warmth flooded through her body, fed by the burning sensation caused by the chemical in her milk glands. She remembered the feelings she had felt as her ex-husband had milked her and used various devices to extract milk from her breasts. Felix reached in his bag and pulled out what could only be described as a steel brassiere. It consisted of two five inch hose clamps normally used in diesel truck engines held together with steel wire that also made up the "bra straps". He put the circular hose clamps over Dawn's breasts, first the right one, carefully slipping it over first the syringes and then inserting her breast, then the left breast until the hose clamps were at her chest, her breasts totally protruding from the clamps. He carefully adjusted and fastened the steel wires so that Dawn wore the bra just like a real bra would be worn. Then he took an electric screwdriver out of his bag, fixed the blade in the adjustment screw on the hose clamp on her left breast and with a whir of the screwdriver tightened the clamp around the base of her breast. As the clamp encircled and tightened around her left breast, the end of her breast swelled up as the base circle got smaller. By the time the clamp had closed from its five-inch circumference to a circumference of three inches, her breast started to look like a balloon, the nipple distended and swollen. The color of the nipple and aureole turned first dark red and then reddish purple. He switched the screwdriver to the right breast and started tightening it the same way. By the time the clamp was closed to three inches, the right breast also looked like a red balloon on her chest, and the nipple was distended and swollen to three times normal size, the hypodermic syringes sticking straight out, no longer dangling from their weight. Dawn stared at her breasts in fascination, her teeth gritted, but no sound coming from her lips. Felix took one of the syringes with thumb and forefinger, moving his stool and stepping out of the way, he slowly pulled the needle free on Dawn's nipple. A stream of liquid squirted out of her nipple for a full second, hitting the floor six feet in front of her chair. This drew "oohs" and "ahhs" from the audience of the Blonde, Ray and Alex. Felix motioned to the Blonde in an inviting way and she got up from her chair and approached. The Blonde stood carefully to one side as she removed the second syringe, and another stream of liquid shot out of Dawn's nipple in an arc to the floor. "Can we increase the pressure?" the Blonde asked pointing to the screwdriver. Felix nodded in the affirmative and handed the Blonde the screwdriver. She put it to the adjustment screw and gave it a whir. The clamp circle closed a further half-inch, and now Dawn's breast truly looked like a ball merely stuck to her chest, swollen to a size less than a volley ball but bigger than a softball. The aureole distended to nearly four inches in diameter and the nipple was nearly two inches long. Two short streams squirted out of the milk glands that no longer had syringes in them. The two remaining syringes began to droop because the nipple was now longer than the needles and the breast itself was no longer supporting the needles. The Blonde pulled one of the syringes out and a stream of liquid shot across the room at least twelve feet. The last syringe was pulled and the stream was not as far, but lasted half a second longer. Dawn began breathing rapidly and heavily, her eyes locked on her breasts and what was being done to her. She felt a heat surging through her body and she began to pant like a dog as the feelings surged through her. The Blonde laid the syringes down on the surgical tray and squatted between Dawn's widespread legs. She struck two of her fingers into Dawn's womanhood and the reaction was instantaneous. Wanda immediately started having an orgasm and ejaculated wildly. With the Blonde's fingers inside her, the ejaculate fluid squirted in every direction, covering the Blonde's right sleeve and making a growing puddle on the floor under her chair. She threw her head back and arched her back as much as she could in the restraints of the chair. "Wow," the Blonde said as the flood subsided. "Just like they said she did. Richard and the Mechanic made her do that over and over." "Just like on the tapes," Felix commented, appreciation in his voice. "I have never had a woman do that while being interrogated." "Are you sure that is not urine?" Ray asked from the easy chair. "No," the Blonde said authoritatively. "No one seems to know what it is or where it comes from but there is pretty general agreement it is not urine." Dawn shuddered from her orgasm, and relaxed in the chair. Felix and the Blonde removed the steel bra. The Blonde massaged Dawn's breasts while Felix went back to his bag of tricks and then went to a locker in the shop area. The hose clamps of the steel bra left purplish rings around the base of each breast, which were turning back to reddish pink as the circulation returned. The aureoles and nipples were returning to their normal large size from the huge distended size they had been. Felix wheeled a device back that looked like a battery charger, a big box on wheels with knobs, dials, switches, and numerous cables and wires. He stopped it in front of Dawn and held out the electrical plug to Alex, who got up from his chair and took the plug to an outlet box mounted on the floor and plugged it in. Felix flipped a switch and the box began to hum and a cooling fan came on in the box. He uncoiled a thin wire with a clamp on it and handed it to the Blonde who attached the clamp to the steel leg of the chair. Next he took a wire with a ten inch copper phallus-shaped rod attached. The rod had a big, bulbous knob on the end, like a mushroom cap. "I designed this especially for women," Felix said holding it up for Dawn to examine. "You can think of this as your ground wire, or maybe as a lightning rod." He smiled for effect. "Will you do the honors, my dear?" he asked as he handed the shiny copper phallus to the Blonde. The Blonde knelt between Dawn's wide spread legs and used some spit in one hand to lubricate her vaginal lips, then spread them with her fingers as she inserted the copper phallus head. The bulb was almost four inches across at the base, and with some effort, aided by Dawn who moved as best she could to help the device enter her rather than fight it and add to the discomfort. Once the bulbous head passed through Dawn's vaginal canal, the rest of the rod was pushed up easily until only the wire was hanging out of her vagina. Felix plugged two wires into receptacles on the control panel. Two copper alligator clips, spring-loaded clamps with jagged teeth, were on the ends of the wires. He took a tube like a toothpaste tube and squeezed out some clear gel, which he applied to Dawn's nipples. "This improves the current flow," he explained as he clamped the first alligator clip to Dawn's right nipple. Dawn let out a high pitched "Ohhhnnnn...Ohh...Hnnn", when he released the clip and let the teeth bite into her tender nipple flesh. "Bring a bucket with some ice," he instructed Ray who got up and headed to the refrigerator in the office area. "We use the ice to keep the contacts cool. Quite a bit of heat can build up once we get going." Felix attached the other clip to her right nipple, and again she let out an exclamation of pain. He took a third wire from the box, plugged it into the control panel and handed it to the Blonde. "You seem to have an affinity for her tender areas," he joked. "Please attach this to an appropriate place. The Blonde knelt again between Dawn's legs. She used her thumb and forefinger to pull the sheath away from Dawn's clitoris, which grew in length even as she watched it. With the other hand she opened the alligator clip and clamped it across the base of the clit. Dawn threw her head back and let out a low moan through clenched teeth as the tenderest part of her body was assaulted. For whatever reasons lurk in the mind, Dawn considered her plight and felt erotically stimulated. She had no idea what this was going to feel like, but the pinching, biting teeth of the alligator clips on her nipples and clit actually felt good as she got used to them. The feelings were like those she had experienced with a lover who would roughly treat her nipples, or the feelings she had had with the various devices her ex-husband had used to milk her breasts, some of which were painful in a good way. It was like the pain when her gums would be inflamed at times, and while using a toothpick on the enflamed part initially hurt, it soon began to feel good. But this good pain was clearly sexual, clearly erotic, clearly had to do with her total exposure, the fact that these people could do anything they wanted to her, and they were choosing to do things only to her erogenous zones. If they had been doing things to her fingers or teeth or some other sensitive area of her body it would not be as good, it would be less sensuous. Felix indicated to the Blonde to look at the control panel with him. "See this knob?" he demonstrated. "The wire on her right breast is A, the left is B, and her clit is C. At this position here, A is negative and B is positive. Thus the current flow is left breast to right breast. This knob controls the voltage, from none at this point," he slowly turned the knob and Dawn felt pin pricks of current flowing at her left and right nipples. "As we increase the voltage," he continued to turn the knob. Dawn felt the pin pricks turn into an electric shock that seemed to make her breasts feel like they were alive and bouncing on their own. "You can see the effect." Dawn's head jerked back and her back arched in reaction to the constant flow of electricity and she felt the copper clips growing hotter and hotter. "You better use some ice to cool her down," Felix said as he turned the electric flow off. Dawn slumped in her chair as the electricity stopped. She looked like a blow up doll that is suddenly deflated. The Blonde used an ice cube in each hand to cool down the clips. They were indeed hot as the ice melted quickly, leaving water running off her breasts and down her abdomen. Felix leaned over next to Dawn's left ear that was away from the other three people and whispered in her ear. "How is it? Can you take it?" "Uh huh," Dawn acknowledged under her breath. "More or less?" Felix asked. "More," she answered in a whisper through unmoving lips. She did not want the others, Ray and Alex and the Blonde, to know that she was a party to this. A major part of the thrill was that they believed she was being tortured for information. Information she had already given up. This was merely an exercise for her own and for Felix' satisfaction. And an exercise to impress or shock or entertain the three observers, which was also for her own satisfaction. "Do you want to tell me how to find the Mechanic?" Felix asked as he walked back to the charger. "No," Dawn said emphatically. She glanced over at Ray and Alex, who were leaning forward in the easy chairs, watching the proceedings with a mixture of excitement and keen interest. Ray clearly had a bulge in his pants that showed he was aroused. That fact made Dawn more excited. It was one thing to be excited by her nudity, exposure, and the torment of her erogenous parts, but to see first hand that one of the people who were watching was also sexually aroused increased her own arousal even more. The two sensations, while closely related, were different and they fed each other, increasing the sensations exponentially. "Now when we turn allocation knob here," Felix demonstrated as he wheeled the charger closer in front of Dawn and the Blonde looked at the control panel with interest. "We change both the A and the B to Positive and C becomes the Negative. Thus the current is flowing through both breasts down her body to her clit. Now look what happens when we give her a little charge." With a flick of the current know, Felix sent the charge flowing through her nipples just as he had described. Dawn felt pin pricks of energy in her breasts and her clit seemed like it was surrounded by pulsing energy. She jerked in her chair as much as her restraints allowed. Felix turned the current off for a moment. Then he suddenly turned it up much higher than it had been before. The current surged through her nipples and breasts and felt as if it filled her body with pulsing electricity, all of which suddenly concentrated on the center of her womanhood. She thought of her clit being in electricus extremus. She arched her back and her hair flew in both directions as she whipped her head back and forth. Felix stopped the current and she again slumped in the chair. The Blonde applied ice cubes to the electrodes and this time the water sizzled as it cooled the hot copper clips on her nipples. The copper clamp on her clit was not nearly as hot, but she applied plenty of ice there as well. Dawn's clit was swollen quite large, even though the clip squeezed it tightly. "Now will you tell me how to contact the Mechanic?" Felix asked as her leaned over to place his head closer to Dawn's head. "No," Dawn said through deep inhalations of breath. "I will not tell you." Dawn saw Alex and Ray watching with anxious interest. Ray had to straighten his legs and adjust his hard-on in his pants. His boner was clearly visible through the fabric of his pants after he relieved it from its constraints inside his clothing and it lay next to his right thigh. Alex had the beginnings of a visible bulge in his pants as well. Felix leaned over closer and whispered in her ear. "Are you all right? More? Or should I cut back now?" "More," Dawn whispered. "I am going to cum." Felix set the knob to A Pos B Neg and twisted the current up. Dawn felt the jolt of electricity flowing into her right nipple, through her chest and out her left nipple. Her nipples started to get hot and the electricity surged through her breasts. She leaned forward and started shuddering uncontrollably. She glanced over at Alex and Ray who were in states of advanced excitement. The Blonde was using ice cubes on the copper clips to keep the heat manageable, the effect being that her nipples would start to get unbearably hot and then suddenly the ice cubes would cool them down and they would start to freeze until the heat started to build again. Felix kept turning the current slowly higher and higher with one hand; with the other hand he suddenly switched the knob to A Pos B Pos C Neg. Suddenly the electricity surged into both nipples and shot through her body to concentrate on her clit. Dawn's body arched, her legs convulsed and shook, and as her feet jerked and her toes suddenly pointed up in the air her left shoe flew off of her foot and hit the charger. Her entire body convulsed. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, her fists clenched out behind her body. Suddenly she ejaculated and her female fluid squirted out of her in a long stream, the clip and wire on her clit causing the stream to spread in a six-inch wide spray. The spray stopped and then was followed by a second stream a moment later. Felix twisted the current knob down so the electricity stopped. Dawn's body slumped against her restraints and she had another ejaculation, spraying the Blondes lower legs and feet, Felix' shoes and cuffs of his pants, and the floor. Dawn convulsed one more time and collapsed from the exertion and force of her orgasm. Her head slumped forward; she hung from her elbows behind her back like a dishrag. The Blonde removed the alligator clip from her clit. Felix unhooked her nipples. Ray and Alex unbuckled her cuffs. Ray picked Dawn up like a baby and carried her over to one of the sofas and laid her on it. Dawn was promptly asleep. Ray got a blanket and covered her. Felix had a quick meeting with the Blonde, Ray and Alex. "She gave me the information about the telephone sequence to reach the Mechanic. I have my people working on it now, but they do not feel we can do anything about it, because it requires a callback from an answer machine. That requires a message from someone he trusts and a legitimate reason." "What are we going to do?" the Blonde asked. "And when the Hell did she tell you this?" "Before I got started," Felix answered. "And we have no choice but to stay with her and hope the Mechanic contacts her." "What about Richard?" Ray asked. "What happens when he turns back up?" "We try to take him under our control," Felix answered. "Use the girl as our pawn. Take her back to her hotel room now." Ray picked up the sleeping Dawn and carried her out to a Lincoln parked in front of the warehouse. Alex and the Blonde got in the front seat; Ray and the sleeping Dawn sat in the rear. Dawn was snuggled up against Ray, still wrapped in the blanket. The Blonde was carrying her dress, bra and purse; the destroyed panties had been thrown away. During the drive to the hotel Dawn never woke. The Blonde went in the front lobby, Alex pulled the Lincoln over to a side door that the Blonde opened in a few minutes, and Ray carried Dawn inside, still wrapped in the blanket. They rode a service elevator up to the twelfth floor and went to her room, 1219. The Blonde had gone through her purse and had the key out, the door open, and Ray never slowed down as he swept her into the room. The Blonde pulled the covers back and Ray put her in the bed, covered her, and they sat down. In less than two minutes there was a slight knock at the door and the Blonde let Alex in. Alex sat on the sofa with the Blonde, Ray sat backward in a straight back chair. "She is really something," Ray said admiring Dawn's sleeping form. "She certainly is," the Blonde replied. "I think we all are pretty attracted to her, for different reasons." "Or maybe for the same reason," Alex observed. "Yes," the Blonde answered with amazement. "Yes, maybe for the same reason." "Are you a lesbian?" Ray asked. "No," the Blonde answered. "Although I have been attracted to a few women. And this definitely is one." "Lets get some sleep," the Blonde ordered. "In shifts, one stays awake. No, two people awake at all times." "You get some sleep first," Alex told the Blonde. "Ray and I will keep the first watch." The Blonde walked to the bed and started to get under the covers. "You better take your clothes off," Ray said with a grin. The Blonde looked at him with a frown. "You do not want your clothes so wrinkled they look like you slept in them." "Your right," the Blonde answered. She kicked off her shoes and took her blouse off, and smelled the right sleeve where Dawn's love juices had soaked in. She smiled as she hung the blouse up. She unzipped and pushed her skirt down over her hips and hung it as well. She had a long, svelte body. She moved back to the bed and climbed under the covers next to Dawn. After some movement under the cover, a pair of pantyhose was dropped on the carpet next to the bed, followed quickly by a bra. (Note from stories-online.net: This is all I have)
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