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Unfree v4: Bound in Service
(Melissa DuVant)
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Unfree Volume 4: Bound In Service Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure
invention. Table of Contents Chapter One: An Unwelcome Resemblance Chapter Two: A Switch of Identity Chapter Three: An Issue of Nerves Chapter Four: Experimental Treatment Chapter One: A Special Purchase Chapter Three: Punishment Session Chapter Five: Practical Engineering Chapter One: A Mistress, and a Choice Chapter Three: Breaking Resistance Chapter Four: Assuming the Positions Chapter Six: Final Preparations Chapter Two: Aid and Entertainment Chapter Three: The End Of The Night Prisonette's Dilemma Preview Chapters Prisonette's Dilemma Chapter One: An Uneasy Meeting Prisonette's Dilemma Chapter Two: Response Required For all my readers - thank you! Chapter One: An Unwelcome Resemblance Virginia raised the whip and flicked her wrist, sending the tip slashing through the air. It struck against sweaty buttocks, the slender curves of a female form dangling from the ceiling by their wrists, feet just about able to touch a raised wooden block. Their backside was already well-marked with whip-welts, the plump buttocks covered with red lashes. Raven-black hair, the same color as Virginia's own, clung to a sweaty back, tumbling from beneath a dark leather hood. Virginia flicked the whip again, enjoying the sight of the buttocks tensing up, and the gasps of pain coming from beneath the hood. Beneath her own long skirts and tight corset, she could feel her heart racing, her body heating up, the folds of her cunt slickening. 'What a delight this is.' The hooded figure whimpered, their mouth stuffed with a rag. Virginia cast the whip aside, tossing it to the floor before stalking swiftly towards her victim. They must be able to hear her approach, shifting about on the wooden block that was their sole point of balance, unable to escape. She made sure her leather gloves were both securely on, before reaching out and running a hand down the smooth curve of the woman's back, as yet unmarred by any punishment. 'You do have exquisite flesh. Smooth and pale, not suited at all to a peasant slut like yourself.' Their skin was clammy and sticky with sweat, Virginia glad of her gloves - she didn't want to sully her own noble skin with their dirt and grime. She moved her hand down, able to feel the heat throbbing from their punished buttocks even through the material of her gloves. They whimpered just from her hand touching their whip-marked skin, gasping in pain when Virginia delivered a sharp slap, feeling the tautness of their muscles - having to work had certainly giving their legs and backside an admirable amount of tone, and the firm muscle was a delight to punish! She pushed her fingers between the buttocks, making the twist away. They swung, suspended only from their wrists as they lost their balance, moving off the block. 'Oh? Why so shy? I know what you common sluts are like. You were probably taken like a dog as soon as you had your first bleeding. It won't be your first time. Or you sold yourself for a few drinks.' She grabbed them, wrapping an arm around their waist, sliding her other hand between their ass-cheeks and slowly shoving a finger into them. They resisted, or tried to, choked sobs coming from beneath the hood, but they couldn't do anything to stop Virginia, as she slowly forced her gloved finger into their tight asshole, violating their body. She twisted it around, forcing the tight and narrow hole wider, feeling how they gasped and twisted around her. 'You're going to be a good toy for someone. I don't want you around here, so I've made arrangements to have you shipped off to an asylum. Somewhere you'll never be seen again. I would sell you, but it wouldn't do if you were to be sold on to someone of high rank. You might show up somewhere inconvenient!' She jammed her finger all the way in, up to her knuckles, smiling as they tensed and twisted, unable to escape the violation. Virginia used her body to keep them in place, dropping her other hand down to their waist, sliding a finger along their crotch - it was untidy and unkempt, messy strands of pubic hair in the way, but she found their slit, sliding a finger in. They were barely wet, whimpering again, their head shaking around, hair flicking against Virginia's face. She started to finger the woman, sliding a finger around their dry walls, feeling the leather scrape against flesh, her own cunt now hot and ready. She tensed her thighs, feeling her juices flowing, pushing fingers in and out of both holes. The woman was a commoner, she'd probably been taken like this plenty of times before, fucked in both holes at once, her body pumped full of cum. Their pussy started to slicken as Virginia pumped her fingers in and out, the woman succumbing to the sensation. They were slender, Virginia easily able to push them around, light enough that she would be able to endure the wrist suspension for quite some time without permanent damage. Her chest was sucking in-and-out, breasts heaving, the front of the hood puffing in and out. Violetta slid her fingers out of both holes simultaneously, wiping her fingers off against their body, smearing their sweat further. Their body sagged down, feet fumbling around for the wooden post. Virginia glanced at them in distaste - worn and calloused, a clear sign of the woman's low position, as she moved around to their front. Despite their low birth, the woman did have a fine form - breasts just a little larger than Virginia's, a flat belly, hips and waist curving into a pleasing shape, even without the assistance of a corset, skin pale and smooth, without any of the pockmarks or other taints of menial work. She gave them a back-handed slap to the belly, knocking the air out of them, before grabbing a nipple and squeezing, crushing the tender bud between her fingers. The hood over their face obscured their features, but Virginia could hear them crying, unable to form coherent words. 'A viper in the nest! How long you've managed to evade my notice, I don't know, but now it's time to dispose of you.' She let go of the tit, making them splutter again, before reaching up to the bottom of the hood, a leather strap holding it in place. Virginia unbuckled it and let it drop to the floor, before reaching up to yank the hood off, revealing the sweaty and tear-stained face of the woman beneath. Even with the signs of distress on her face, it was still uncanny - like looking into a disturbing and mottled mirror. Their had the same elegant cheekbones and bright green eyes, the same long and glossy black hair falling down to the middle of their backs, the same noble forehead and delicately-pointed chin, the two of them so alike that, had the slut been well-dressed, they could have passed for twins. Although the woman's cheeks were currently bulging, a wad of cloth forced between soft lips, the resemblance was still uncanny and obvious. The green eyes slowly managed to focus, some semblance of sense returning as the woman tried to gather her strength. She tried kicking out, her hip twisting, but Virginia backhanded her across the cheek first, making her sway backwards, grunting in pain as her weight all moved onto her wrists, the metal manacles biting into skin. 'You must be some by-blow of my father. He was too fond of common sluts, spilling his seed everywhere! But I'm the only trueborn child he had. And once I've had you disposed of, then I don't need to worry about you thinking you have any claim or entitlement to my property.' They twisted their lips, trying to work out the wad of cloth. Virginia grabbed their mouth and squeezed their cheeks, hard enough to hurt, their eyes burning with pain and humiliation. 'You're going to be left here until you are collected tomorrow. And then you can be used as a fucktoy for the diseased and insane. Maybe I'll have them seal you into a hood permanently?' The thought excited her - the soft, tender body, with metal locked over their face, arms pinned and bound. She kept squeezing their cheeks, feeling the pliant flesh beneath her fingers. 'Perhaps I should have some more fun with you?' She could feel the fabric pushing against her palm, through the glove, the woman still trying to spit it out. She had spirit, at least - that must be her noble blood! As their swaying wriggles stopped, their feet finding the wooden block again, Virginia kicked it away, sending it flying over the wooden floor, chains tinkling as they dropped. Their feet flailed, desperately seeking something to support them, the floor several inches out of reach. 'Hmmphhh!' They had no leverage, their wrists dangling downwards, Virginia stepping away and admiring their body. 'Maybe the whip again? I've only applied it to your buttocks so far. Or the pins? Or maybe I should let my man, Adam, have you. It's been some time since I've let him have any relief.' 'Npphh! Leph meppphh gpppphhh!' The spit-soaked fabric was starting to slide out from between the woman's lips, as Virginia looked around, seeing what tools were available. There were several candles, glowing with soft light, the fat shafts filled with molten wax. As they struggled to clear their mouth, Virginia moved behind them and stooped to grab an ankle, snapping another manacle in place. Their one free leg kicked and flailed before Virginia secured that as well. Now they were suspended at an angle, their writhing making the chains shiver and twitch. She picked up one of the candles and then grabbed their foot, twisting it so that the sole was upwards. It looked dirty and calloused as Virginia tipped the candle, wax flowing out, white and hot. It landed in a hot stream, the thick fluid swiftly starting to dry. Virginia wondered how much it would hurt, but from how the woman reacted, it was painful, their thighs and calves tensing up, the other foot knocking powerlessly against Virginia's body. Virginia kept a tight grip on their ankle, feeling the slenderness of their body, before moving the candle upwards, trickling more droplets of wax over their flesh. Where it landed, it would trickle a short distance before drying, forming a tight skin over their flesh. She could see fine blonde hairs on their legs, making her wince in distaste - her own legs were soft and smooth, kept carefully shaved by her manservant. The lust in his eyes, as he was allowed to touch her body, was a delight - his own belt was spiked on the inside, ensuring he kept a tight control on his own lust or be punished by his own body. If his cock still functioned, maybe he should be let loose on this woman? She liked to tease him, making him beg her to stop. When one leg was liberally coated with beads and streams of drying wax, some parts slowly flaking off as the leg tensed and twitched, Virginia turned her attention to the other foot. This time she peeled their toes back, dribbling hot wax in the tender gaps between the toes, enjoying the wet whimpers and blubbering sounds. When the well ran dry, she put the candle down and picked up another one. Before tilting it, she held it close to their foot, keeping her grip tight as they tried to break away, keeping the flame close to the skin, watching it pinken. 'Nppphhh!' 'Want me to burn that hairy cunt of yours?' 'Npphhh!' 'Then be a good little slut and stay quiet.' She moved the candle away, next scorching a bit of their thigh, before tilting it and splashing white wax all over their sole. It swiftly dried into a skin, clinging to the flesh, the woman having enough self-control to force herself to silence despite the pain. 'A dirty slut like you probably enjoys this. But soon you'll be getting a lot of attention. Used as a distraction for madmen and syphilitics.' Once the wax had cooled and dried, then she pulled at part of it, digging her fingers in and twisting, peeling the stuff off the woman's skin. With both their legs suspended, there was nothing they could do except powerlessly twisting and wriggle around, their hair flicking about. Virginia stepped between their legs, laying one hand on their buttocks, the other sliding between their legs, twisting into them again, through the distasteful mat of pubic hair. They were wetter now, Virginia sliding two fingers in without much resistance. With her other hand, she grabbed their hair and yanked, pulling their head back, enjoying the grunt of pain, feeling some strands tearing out of their head. She kept finger-fucking them as she leaned in and kissed their ear, whispering to them. 'Dirty, useless slut. You should have left, and then I would never have seen you. But now you're going to be sweet, silent fuck-meat. I can't have their being any doubt that I'm the true heir, of the noble blood.' Her gloved hands slipped and twisted inside of them, their walls smooth and wet, body heating up. Virginia could feel her own body, hot and sweaty within the confines of her corset, her own cunt beneath heavy skirts and petticoats, hard to access for a quick wank, even though she was hot and wet herself. She twisted and twirled her fingers, feeling and hearing their response, licking at their skin, tasting their sweat. 'See? You're a natural slut. Even with all this pain, your body still wants to come. You're going to fit in well, you'll be a natural.' They whimpered something, Virginia not sure if it was words or just a gasp of pain, as they were pushed over the line, twisting and tensing as they orgasmed, fluids splashing to the floor. 'Hmm. I'll have to have their cleaned up. Dirty thing.' The heat between her own legs was even more focused now, and she slapped her hand down on their red and angry buttocks, making them whimper again. 'If you make any noise overnight, I'll organize something even worse for you. Do you understand?' She didn't wait for them to respond, before grabbing a leather strap and binding it around their head again, making sure the thick wadding stayed stuffed between their cheeks. Then she left, making as fast as she could, wanting to assuage her own lust. Waiting outside the training room was her man, wearing his tight trousers and jacket, cut to show his muscles, the metal of his belt visible, a bulge over his cock. Although he was at least a foot taller than she was, she smiled at him before approaching pressing her body against his, reaching down to cup the metal. 'Keep an eye on her.' As she spoke, she rubbed her body against her, grinding her own crotch against his legs, pressing her breasts against his strong, firm body. 'You may punish her if she makes any noise.' 'Yes, Lady Virginia.' His voice was quiet and controlled, his eyes closing for a moment. She squeezed the metal, imagining the cock, hot and hard, swelling beneath it, Adam sighing as he tried to control himself. 'Maybe I'll let you use her, if you're a good boy.' She leaned up and kissed him on his cheek, slightly stubbled. 'Or maybe not.' She stepped away, walking briskly down the hall, trying to pull at her clothing as she moved, hitching up her skirts, and reaching through the seemingly-endless layers of petticoats, stooping awkwardly until she finally found bare skin, just as she reached her own bedchambers. 'Undress me!' She barked the order at her lady's maid, who looked up in surprise, her collar-chain clinking. She was tethered to the wall, Virginia having to move close to her in order to let herself be undressed. As her clothing was loosened, she kept tensing her thighs, trying to keep the loose wetness, feeling the arousal slowly ebbing. 'Faster!' She snapped at the maid, who flinched away from the harsh words, a leather panel over her mouth preventing her saying anything back, or even having an expression. Once the corset was loosened, she pulled it off and started massaging her breasts, stroking the nipples and flesh. When the skirts were removed, she let them drop to her ankles and stepped away, now wearing only her stockings and boots, falling onto the bed. Her hands moved between her thighs, fingers twisting and sliding, restoking her lust. She spread her legs wide, feverishly fingering herself, thoughts of that body, so similar to her own, squealing beneath her. 'Yes! Yesss!' The orgasm was strong and violent, making her vision black out as she sagged back down on the bed. She just barely had the strength to order her maid to turn the lights out as she crawled under the blankets, snuggling herself tight and warm. Chapter Two: A Switch of Identity Virginia wriggled happily, bundled up in her thick sheets and blankets. From somewhere on the edge of her consciousness came the whimper of her lady's maid and the clink of the collar chain, as she tried to make herself comfortable. Virginia grumbled to herself, trying to remember through the haze of sleep to punish the woman in the morning. Maybe it was time to trade her in for a new one? She was a Parisian import and had been expensive, but was slow to respond, and had heavy, clumsy fingers. Another sound cut through her half-doze, the door sliding open. Who was that? She hadn't ordered an early awakening, and her servants knew better than to interrupt her. Someone would be getting a whipping for this! Her blanket was suddenly whipped away, her warm flesh exposed to the cooler air of the room. Her eyes were blinded by bright, sharp sunlight, the heavy material of the curtains getting pulled back. She couldn't see what was happening, other than that several people had burst into her room. Virginia pulled herself backwards, air nipping at her mostly-bare flesh - all she was wearing was her stockings, and her boots still, from when she had sunk into the comforting embrace of the bed. 'There she is!' Hands grabbed at her, rough and calloused, pulling at her wrists and ankles, pining her onto the bed. 'Hey! Let me go!' She tried shaking them off, but they were too strong, keeping her in place. 'I am Lady Virginia Cumberwald, of the... gphhh!' Something was pushed over her mouth, rank-tasting and rough fabric trying to force itself between her lips. Another female voice spoke, almost a caricature of an aristocratic accent. 'She's the one! Wretched slut, she attacked me yesterday.' Virginia opened her eyes fully, managing to see through the painful morning light. Stood in the doorway was... herself? Her mind slowly fumbled towards comprehension. The figure stood there had her height and build, but the face was plainer, the hair not quite as glossy, and the clothing was one of her newest outfits, that she had only received yesterday and not yet worn herself. She tried to throw off the hands grabbing her - burly men in plain uniforms, heads shaved or close-cropped, faces covered by cloth half-masks. The other woman, the slut from yesterday, stepped forward, unable to hide a wince of pain, Virginia feeling some pleasure at having inflicted suffering, before panic started to rise up with her. One of the men pushed the dirty rag against her face again, still trying to push it between Virginia's lips. She had to keep her jaw tightly shut, or it would be shoved into her mouth, gagging and silencing her! 'The cheeky slut thought she would impersonate me.' Virginia managed to twist an ankle free, kicking out and feeling the heel of her boot connect with someone, hearing a grunt of pain. That woman was the impersonator! How had she got free? With one leg free, she had more leverage, twisting around and trying to get her other leg out, desperately shaking her head to try and get away from the hand grabbing at her face. 'Fortunately, my man-servant saw through the deception and freed me.' Adam stepped into sight, Virginia growling at him. What was he doing! He should be trying to help her! Instead, he stayed close to the faker, and she leaned up to give him a kiss. From the mingled look of pleasure and pain on his face, he liked it, but it was making him hard, the chastity-belt spiking his cock. A hand grabbed her ankle again, yanking on her ankle, pulling her leg hard enough to jar her hips. 'You will be able to deal with this... individual?' The impersonator strode forward, staring down at Virginia, who was suddenly aware of her nudity, a flush of shame washing over her body. The hands tightened around her limbs, restricting her movement even further, pressing her down against the bed. 'Oh yes, your ladyship. We get all sorts. Deal with them nice and gentle-like, make them tame. Some of them can be right vicious!' They cast cool eyes over Virginia's exposed body, deepening her sense of shame. She filled out Virginia's clothing well, and had even taken some time to apply cosmetics, although a little sloppily. In her hands was a crop, one of Virginia's own, and her nails were ragged and cracked, the tip of the crop moving uncertainly. They reached forward, running a hand along Virginia's leg, the nails sharp and scratchy, laddering the stockings, making Virginia grunt in protest as the fine material was ruined. The crop swished forward, the leather head striking against Virginia's knee, although without any great force, the imposter unskilled with it. The strike against her leg made Virginia suddenly aware of her bare cunt though, soft and shaved crotch fully displayed to the intruders, their grips too strong to break out of. The crop slapped her body again, this time against her thigh, making Virginia inhale reflexively. The bitter and sweat-tainted taste of the fabric was vile, and she tried to prevent it getting pushed deeper into her mouth. 'I think I will come and visit her sometimes. To see how well her treatment is progressing, and if you can reform her into being a productive servant.' The crop knocked against Virginia's exposed twat in a clumsy strike, although still with enough force to sting, making her try and close her legs. The forces pinning her in place were too strong, the hands on her body hurting her muscles as she strained against them. 'Of course, your ladyship! Thanking you for the kindly donation. It takes a lot of money to keep the crazies locked up, so for a donation like that, you're welcome to visit.' 'Mpphh!' Had that bitch bribed these men with Virginia's own money? 'She looks like a wriggler. Well, we're used to that. Get her up and let's make her ready for transport.' 'Npphh!' The hands lifted her off the bed, strong enough that there was no way to fight back. Even tensing her body as much as she could did nothing, the men keeping her spreadeagled in the air as she was pulled off her bed and twisted around. The rag was removed from her mouth, and she inhaled, ready to protest, to have the usurper punished and sent to her punishment. But instead fingers grabbed her jaw and forced it open, her tongue waggling against calloused fingers, metal twisting between her lips, a double-ring arrangement forcing itself into place, one behind and one in front of her teeth. A strap was buckled around her head, keeping her mouth forced open. She couldn't even try and move her lips anymore, her attempts at words reduced to incoherent mumbles, straining to keep her head up. 'Grpppphh!' She looked at Adam, wanting to order him to help her. He was her manservant, he should be obeying her, not some slut! Another of the man shook something out, a beige thing of rough canvas, covered with straps. She shook her head as arm-shapes where held out towards her, her own arms getting yanked forward. She twisted her fingers, trying to push the canvas away, but lacked any strength or leverage as her arms were forced into place, buckles clinking ominously. The material swaddled her hands and arms, so thick that she could barely move her fingers, even before her arms were wrapped around her body, each dragged to the opposite hip. More straps bound them into place, the sleeves extending so that they could be buckled around her body, meaning that she couldn't move her arms at all. Another coarse strap buckled between her legs, scratchy and rough as it was pulled between her buttocks, scraping the flesh. It went around her front, sliding into her pussy, scraping painfully as more straps were tightened. Her whole torso was wrapped up in the rough sacking, strapping holding it closely to her body, her arms squashing her breasts down, spittle already dribbling from her mouth and soaking into the fabric. 'Before you take her, then I think my man deserves a reward for his diligence.' Her imposter looked around the name, before her eyes settled on the keys by the bed. Virginia shook her head in desperate denial as they walked towards them and picked them up, sorting through them until they found what they were looking for, walking back over to Adam and dropping his trousers. His chastity belt was battered and scratched metal, the cock-pipe small. The woman gave him a kiss on the cheek before trying several of the keys in the lock, before finally finding the one that fit. Virginia grunted in protest - couldn't they see that the woman was faking? This was all wrong! But the metal opened up, the scent of sweat wafting out. As the metal unfolded from his body, she could see the nubby spikes inside of the cock-shaft, to torment the wearer whenever they got aroused. The imposter reached down and stroked his cock, the abused flesh stiffening under her light strokes and touches. The men holding Virginia twisted her around, pulling her legs together and putting leather bands just above her knees, joined by a short chain, another pair going around her ankles, hobbling her if she were ever allowed to try and walk. She was shoved onto the ground on her knees, hands still keeping a tight grip of her, as she tried to twist free. But with her legs bound and her arms wrapped around her own body, all she could do was twist her shoulders and head, trying to push the ring-gag from her mouth with her tongue, without any success. 'Adam, you may take her mouth. You deserve it.' Virginia tried to turn her head aside, but hands grabbed her temples and wrenched her into place, straining and hurting her neck muscles as Adam approached, cock in hand. It looked monstrous and warped, misshapen from being trapped in the tiny cock-cage for too long. She couldn't close her mouth, the tip of the thing sliding into place. It tasted dirty, sweaty and rancid, turning her stomach, filling her mouth with its length. One of his hands rested on her head, gripping at her hair as he thrust it all the way in, sliding it down her throat. She coughed and gagged, and tried to bite down, but the metal rings were too strong, forcing her to keep her mouth open and available. The cock twisted and slid back and forth, pumping in and out of her mouth. She couldn't move her tongue anywhere to avoid it, the uncleaned skin filling her mouth with the taste of dirty sweat, rough pubes brushing up against her nose. All she could see was his crotch, the cock sliding all the way into her throat, making it hard to breath. When she inhaled through her nose, she could smell it, the scent turning her stomach. More spit flowed from her mouth, the material of the straitjacket thick enough to absorb it. Adam grunted and gasped, not bothered to speak, before the cock spasmed in her mouth. Cum, hot and thick, burst into her mouth, overpowering the taste of sweat. Virginia tried to let it flow out of her mouth, but was unable to avoid swallowing some of it, the stuff flowing down her throat, her stomach roiling in shame and fear. He was slow to withdraw as his cock shrank, slapping against her cheek, leaving cum and spittle stuck there. The smell was vile, the odor of semen making her feel used and shamed as he rubbed himself against her cheek again before doing up his trousers. The imposter spoke. 'You may treat her roughly as needed. But I would appreciate her back once she has been made more obedient. I think it would be nice to have her around the place, when her behavior has improved. So don't sell her on, and try and keep her body intact.' 'Yes, your ladyship. If she's got any sense, she'll be nice and obedient soon enough.' Virginia tried to use her tongue to flick the cum-tainted spit from her mouth, hating the taste of it. She wasn't crazy, and she wasn't this bitches toy! As soon as she got free, then she'd have the imposter whipped and broken! A hand wrenched her head back by the hair, a leather plug sliding into her mouth to seal it shut, making her mute but for soft grunts. 'We'll be taking her off your hands then.' Virginia was lifted into the air and dragged away from her bed, towards a waiting crate, the inside filled with dense padding, thick enough to absorb her being dropped without a problem. The lid slammed down, locking her into darkness, the inside so small that she couldn't even twist around and try and kick out, her body bundled into the straitjacket. Chapter Three: An Issue of Nerves Virginia twisted around inside the crate, trying to knock her feet against the walls. It was hot and dark inside, the air thick with the scent of her own sweat and that of previous occupants, a bitter taste beneath, of piss and fear. She felt dirty and grimy and wanted a bath! But it was hard to even breath, the air heavy and fuggy, hard to think, her chest starting to hurt from the lack of clean air. They must have carried her somewhere, through the city streets, but the crate walls were so thick that so couldn't hear anything, especially when being jolted around. It was padded enough to give her some protection, especially with the straitjacket, but it still hurt being jolted around, her skin starting to bruise. The jolting stopped, the crate getting slammed firmly down. She tried to make a sound, the plug in her mouth silencing her, the kicking of her feet achieving nothing except to tire her out. The lid was suddenly opened, hands reaching in and pulling her out, easily dragging her upwards, into a bright room, the walls gleaming white tile. Surgical instruments hung from the walls, painful-looking curves of steel, as well as more familiar implements of leather and wood, designed to inflict pain. In the center was a chair, bare metal without any cushioning, and covered with lots of leather straps to hold someone in place. Virginia tried wriggling around, wanting to free herself, but the men holding her were too strong, easily dragging her over towards the chair. She was dumped down against the cold metal, feeling it squash her buttocks, her legs falling into curved slots, bent at the knee. Her hobble-chains were released on one side, before experienced hands slammed buckles into place to seal her legs down. Another strap went around her neck, threatening to choke her if she moved her head forward at all. Metal clanked as gears ratcheted, tilting her backwards and then spreading her legs wide. She could still feel the coarse material of the straitjacket between her buttocks and wedged into her pussy, scraping against her soft flesh when she wriggled. She could twist her torso about slightly, but nothing more - she was locked into place! Panic surged through her and she started to shake and twist more. The leather straps bit into her ankles as she strained against them, the neck-strap compressing her throat, making it hard to breath. 'Mppggghhh! Gppphhhh!' Her tongue rubbed against the prong pushed
into her mouth, making it wobble around, but she couldn't dislodge it. Let her go!
She didn't deserve this! That bitch-whore
of an imposter should be here, getting punished! Heels clicked against
the tiled floor, a young woman in a severe black uniform moving into sight - her
dress was long and dark, her hands covered with leather gloves, hair bound behind
a nurse's cap, a severe expression on her pointed features. Behind her was an older man dressed in a suit
and waistcoat, his sleeves rolled back. 'A vigorous specimen,
Nurse Fran. Although most are.' The woman nodded, checking
her gloves as she approached. 'Yes, Doctor. But I'm sure this one can be reconditioned,
as with our other patients.' 'Yes, she does appear
of fine stock.' The man, the doctor,
moved closer to Virginia, feeling at her leg, before tearing at the remnants of
her stockings and ripping them from her body.
'Good skin, well fed. A little
out of trim, hasn't been worked hard.
Maybe a little pampered? He ran
his fingers up her thigh before moving to her side. Virginia tried to shake her head, wanting to
demand that he stop, that he leave her alone, but instead he felt at her
breasts, cupping them in his hands, rubbing the nibbles. 'These are a good size. And nice and sensitive, to judge by her
reaction.' Virginia blushed, not
liking the hands on her breasts, wanting to be left alone. He let them go, then looked at her face. She couldn't look away, staring into his pale
grey eyes. Surely he would see her true nobility
and realise that this had all been a mistake!
But instead he felt at her hair, rubbing strands between his fingers. 'She's been well
looked-after. This hair will fetch a
pretty penny from the wig-makers.' 'Mmpgh!?' Virginia tried to pull her hair from the man's
grasp, not wanting it cut away. 'Well, Nurse Fran, if
you would be so kind as to begin your inspection?' 'Yes, Doctor. It will be my pleasure.' She moved between Virginia's legs, unbuckling
the crotch-strap and lightly pressing a finger against an outer lip. 'The patient appears to be in good physical
health, without evidence of misuse. The
flesh is strong and has been well-maintained.'
Her leather-wrapped fingers, soft and smooth, started to stroke and
tease around Virginia's crotch, gently parting her folds and starting to tease
inside of her. Virginia tried to
close her legs, hating the indignation of being spread-out and exposed, but the
restraints were too strong - she couldn't even hear any strain being put onto
the chair as she exerted all the strength she could! 'The patient seems to
want to fight back, but that isn't unusual for those undergoing this assessment.' Virginia could feel
her pussy-walls starting to slicken and lubricate the probing fingers, a digit pushing
further inwards with surprising gentleness, the leather supple and
well-worn. Her body was starting to heat
up, responding to the arousal being forced onto her. 'Although there are no
signs of enforced chastity, the patient responds well to physical
stimulation. If her re-education goes
well, then she may be salvaged as something that can be sold on to an
appropriate buyer. She's certainly well-favoured,
although may be less so after the therapy.'
'Grrphhh!' Virginia didn't want treatment, she wanted to
be set free! The woman's slightly bored
tones, as her finger continued to probe into Virginia's most sensitive parts,
didn't do anything to set her at ease, another finger pushing into her and
probing her more deeply. It was
impossible for Virginia to hide her blossoming pleasure, as the warm tingling
of her pussy got more acute. 'Hmmm, it's always
hard to find placements, so if we can send her to a good home, then that would
be good! And we could always do with the
money, of course.' The fingers continued
to twist around inside of her before suddenly slipping out of her. The nurse sniffed the finger, visibly dark
with Virginia's fluids, then licked it. 'She appears clean and
un-diseased. The patient should be kept
away from the general wing if we want to maintain that.' 'Mphh?!' Seeing the woman taste her finger was
degrading, but Virginia didn't want to end up diseased. What was this place? Next, the nurse felt
at Virginia's belly, pinching at the small rolls of flesh there. Her fingers were still slightly damp, pulling
at the rough canvas straitjacket to get at the flesh beneath. 'She is in good health
and has been well-fed. Again, no signs
of illness or disease. No evidence of
punishment or misuse.' 'A fresh patient? That is rare!
Well, that should make the treatment easier.' 'Yes, she will likely
have little stamina.' The nurse groped
at Virginia's breasts through the straitjacket.
'A good size. And sensitive, judging
by the patient's reaction.' Virginia was still unfulfilled,
her pussy hot and wet still. But the
nurse moved to grip Virginia's throat, under her chin, tilting her head upwards,
her grip tight against Virginia's flesh.
The grip tightened, squeezing her throat, making her rasp for
breath. It hurt, her lungs starting to
burn, the nurse simply watching her, loosening her grip just a little to let Virginia
rasp in a scraping, painful gulp of air before squeezing again. Virginia heard herself
whimpering through the choking grasp, her eyes watering. She tried moving her arms, but the material
was too tough, keeping her arms tightly bound around her body, unable to do
more than twist them slightly. The woman
let go, and Virginia took a deep breath, trying to tuck her chin in for some
form of protection. 'Has good lung
capacity. If we were to use the breathing
therapy, then she should be started on the third or fourth grade.' Next, the hands come
up to Virginia's mouth, twisting the plug outwards and letting a string of
spittle dangle and splash downwards.
Then two fingers pushed into her mouth, probing around her tongue. She could taste her own fluids, the slight
tang of pussy-juice arousing her again, before her tongue was grabbed, fingers
pulling it forward and out of her own mouth. 'No piercings. Teeth appear to be strong, without evidence
of rot or other damage.' The fingers
squeezed her tongue, Virginia trying to draw it back into her mouth but unable
to do so, the grip too strong. 'The
patient is of good stock - a step above most we receive. It will be a pleasure making her into a
useful member of society.' The nurse stepped
back, tracing fingers down Virginia's covered abdomen, before putting them
between her legs again. She felt
pressure on her head as her hair was roughly gathered up and pulled on, jerking
her head up, painfully stretching her neck upwards. There was a metallic snip and the
pressure suddenly eased, as her hair was cut through. She whimpered in protest, not liking the
forced cutting. A finger pushed
against her asshole, and her body tensed up. She tried wriggling, wanting to twist herself
through the metal. She didn't want
anything there! That was where slaves and
sluts had things pushed, not nobility like herself! 'Nppphh. Nppphhh!
Pllehhphhh!' Her protests went
unnoticed as the finger shoved into her.
She tensed her buttocks as tightly as the finger tried to violate her. It withdrew, the nurse spitting onto her
finger and then shoving it forward, spearing into Virginia in a single brutal
motion. Breath blasted out of her lungs,
the finger feeling far larger than it had looked. She kept her ass-cheeks tensed, trying to
preserve herself as much as possible, but not that it was inside of her, there
was nothing she could do to prevent it sliding deeper in. 'The patient is
resisting - that will need to be trained out of her. Unless she wants to be used as relief by the
patients in the acute wards?' 'Mpphhh? Npphhh!'
Virginia took a deep breath and forced herself to relax, the finger
pushing even deeper into her, until she felt knuckles bumping up against her
buttocks, the full length of the finger inserted into her. She'd never had anything in there before - it
hurt, the barely-lubricated thing inside of her! And it wasn't somewhere that things should
go! But the finger twisted and twirled
around, spreading her inside walls wider, before sliding out. Virginia sagged
against her restraints, empty, numb and violated, feeling tired and weak. She wasn't meant to be here, and didn't want
to be treated like this! She tried protesting,
but could only manage a weak mumble through the gag, tongue tasting the metal
of the rings, pressing against the inside of her mouth, clicking against her
teeth. 'Step aside,
Nurse. Time to see what effect a brief touch
of the wires has on her.' Her shoes were pulled
off, along with what little was left of her stockings, leaving her feet
completely bare. The doctor grabbed at
one, feeling the skin. 'She must have been
someone's pet - very soft, barely any callouses. Well, that should make her easier to treat. The soft ones always break nice and fast.' One of the men wheeled in a heavy trolley,
holding some clicking and clanking device, pumping out lots of steam. The doctor took hold of two black cables, and
poked one against Virginia's foot. The
tip was metal, jabbing into her skin. And then the other one
touched her flesh, and her leg spasmed, a burst of pain spearing into the sole
of her foot. Another touch of metal, and
the same happened, her lungs emptied of air, her heart pattering unevenly. 'Well, that certainly
seemed effective! Now, somewhere a
little more sensitive.' He moved between
her legs as she started to sob - one metal prong poked into her, sliding
between her moistened lips. And then the
other touched her pussy, and fire sparked through her crotch and spine, her vision
growing dark, a moan getting torn from her lips. The nurse leaned in
from the side, checking Virginia's reaction.
'She is still conscious. That's a
good sign.' 'I think we have a new
test patient then. Hopefully she will do
better than the last one.' He jabbed the
metal against her again, and there was the searing jolt of pain that wrenched
away control of her body, pleasure and pain mingling together. 'The ether then, nurse.' Out of the corner of
her eye, Virginia saw the nurse pick up a cloth and a glass vial, carefully removing
the stopper and pouring out fluid onto the cloth. It was placed over Virginia's face, a thick
chemical haze wafting upwards and stealing away thought and awareness, Virginia
falling into darkness. Chapter Four: Experimental Treatment When Virginia woke up, she was in a padded room, her body sunk slightly into the soft flooring. She tried moving, feeling the rough material of the straitjacket restrict her, her arms still wrapped around her body. When she moved her legs, leather bands snapped taut, and she twisted herself around to see - the sturdy cuffs had been re-applied, above her knees and at her ankles, with leather straps between them, preventing her spreading her legs much. Some metal devices had been applied to her feet, bending her soles like she was on heels, but without anything beneath her heels, her toes capped with metal. She twisted around,
feeling spit flowing around her mouth, struggling to try and rise, unable to
get any traction, wriggling uselessly around on the floor. There was a metal door with a view-hatch, and
she moved towards that. Maybe if she
could knock against it, she could get someone's attention and get let out of
here? It was hard to move though, having
to squirm and twist like a bug, the straitjacket chafing against her body. Before Virginia could
reach the door, bolts clanged and it opened.
Standing in the doorway was the nurse that had violated her before, with
some burly male orderlies stood behind her. She looked down at Virginia,
expression cold, and still wearing the same strict and severe gown as before. 'The patient is
awake. Good.' She leaned forward with a patently false
smile as Virginia tried to move away, rolling over and wriggling towards the
back corner of the room, not wanting to be probed and violated again. 'We have been waiting for a good, sturdy
patient to conduct tests on. Most of
those sent to us are diseased or sickly to begin with.' 'Mpphhh!' Virginia didn't want to be a test
subject! She shouldn't be here at all! 'Of course, if you don't
want to comply, then the porters will be more than happy to take you to another
ward, where the less-stable patients will relieve themselves upon you.' 'Npphh! Nphhh!'
Virginia shuddered at the thought, of some deranged half-wit slaking
themselves upon her body, disease-ridden cock shoved into her holes, tainted
seed filling her up. 'So will you be a good
patient?' The nurse held up a heavy metal
collar on a chain, the curve swinging from side to side, dragging Virginia's
eyes with it. It had stubby metal spikes
on the inside - if the leash were to be pulled on, the wearer would feel it,
jabbing into their neck. 'Pllpphhh...' 'If you agree, then
that nasty gag will be removed. I'm sure
you would like that, wouldn't you?' The
woman kept her voice light, as though taking to a pet or a simpleton, the
collar still swaying. 'Ypphhh...' 'Then come over here.' Virginia started the process
of wriggling and twisting her way back over towards the nurse. Although the room was small, with her feet
forced to be bent and her ankles and knees bound, she couldn't move very fast. And dull, throbbing pain was starting to
spread from her crotch and asshole, a reminder of what had been done to her
yesterday. Maybe if she behaved, then
that wouldn't happen again? If she could
just talk to them, then she could explain the imposter! Memory of that bitch,
the one that had looked so much like her, stirred an anger within Virginia. She'd have that slut mounted on a cock-pole,
her ass spread, to be used by anyone that wanted it! After being whipped raw and bloody, made to
beg for release. Maybe metal speared
through her tongue, to prevent her ever speaking again? She wriggled close to
the woman, who stooped over and wrapped the collar around Virginia's neck. Even with the straitjacket, she still felt
the cold of the metal, the inside spikes jabbing into her neck from the weight
of the metal. The lock clicked shut,
sealing it in place, and then the nurse pulled upwards. Virginia squeaked in
pain, trying to twist around and get her knees under herself, to prevent herself
being choked, or jabbed by the spikes.
The metal restraints around her feet and ankles meant she couldn't
straighten up her feet to stand at all, her head getting pulled upwards. 'Good. This will be a lot easier if you obey and are compliant. Now, I'm going to remove your gag. If you start to speak, then you will be
punished. Until you are ordered to, you
will remain silent. Is that understood?' She pulled the collar
upwards, Virginia twisting her neck to avoid being choked, spikes jabbing into
the side of her neck, her own weight hurting her. Virginia made desperate pleading sounds,
wanting the pain to stop. The pressure
suddenly went, and she sank down, face almost crashing into the woman's skirts,
leather boots just about visible beneath the long dress. 'Good. This will be a better test if you are not
already injured.' The collar got dragged
on again, but now Virginia was ready for it, better able to balance herself as
the leash was handed over to one of the porters. Up on her knees, Virginia's face was on level
with their crotch, able to see the bulge in their trousers. They shouldn't be getting off on her
suffering! They were far, far beneath
her! Fingers brushed
against her face, still gloved, feeling along the gag-strap, twisting on the
buckle until it was undone. The pressure
in Virginia's mouth and jaw lessened, the straps getting pulled away from her
face - she could feel lines of soreness from underneath, where the straps had
pressed into her. The rings had to be
tilted to remove them, metal clicking and rattling against her teeth. The woman gripped Virginia's jaw tightly, the
leash choking and jabbing her, the gag getting handed over to an orderly. 'Not a sound, patient.' Fingers gripped painfully tight into Virginia's
jaw before letting go, as Nurse Fran turned away for a moment, coming back with
an assembly of brown leather straps, held together with bright metal rivets. A wide strap went onto
the back of Virginia's head, her ears scraping against the leather. Another strap went over her forehead, before
a narrow leather cup was placed over her chin.
A final strap went from this around the back of her neck, pulling on her
chin and forcing her mouth open. She
tried to tense her jaw and close her mouth, but the leather was too tight, and
she couldn't force her chin out of the leather cup. 'This should produce
less damage than that metal ring. It
will make it easier to sell you on. And
these side-handles should make it easier to handle you roughly. Billy, the mirror - it is important that the patient
be shown her position.' The nurse stepped
aside so that one of the porters could hold a small and dirty hand-mirror up,
reflecting Virginia's face. The straps
were fresh and shiny leather, not yet grimy from use, but there were leather
grips on either side of her head, just in front of her ears. 'Eugh! Apphh!
Grrphh!' Unable to move her chin, Virginia couldn't
properly enunciate, making more pathetic babbling noises. And her hair!
It had been hacked brutally short, sliced off, leaving tattered and
ragged stumps. 'Billy - you may test the
head-harness. Be rough - it needs to be
able to withstand hard use.' The porter put the
mirror aside, Virginia trying to pull herself backwards. But the leash was still in place, limiting
her movement. He grabbed her head, one
hand gripping the leather side-strap.
With his other, he lowered his trousers, cock already erect, swollen
head pointing straight at her. With that
out, he grabbed the other strap, one hand now on each side of her head. She tried to tense her
neck, but it was useless, her head getting pulled forward towards the sweaty
shaft. Her eyes darted around - there was
no relief or escape, her mouth getting pulled forward to sheathe the cock. It slid into her mouth, hard and hot, Billy
grunting in anticipation of pleasure. He started to drag her
head forward and back, cock sliding in and out.
With each dragging thrust, it penetrated deeper into her, sliding into
her throat. She wanted to close her
mouth, to reject the thing, but the straps were too tight, keeping her mouth
open. Her attempts at protests were empty,
pathetic and meaningless grunts, making her tongue slide over the erect length,
sweaty taste making her gag. 'Harder!' Billy obeyed, dragging
her all the way in and out, his cock sliding fully from her mouth before
getting shoved back in, slamming all the way into her throat. His grip on her head was strong and sure,
using the handles to force her back and forth.
It hurt, forcing the narrow passage open, making Virginia's eyes water,
tears trickling down her face, bitter and salty. She waggled her
tongue, sliding it around the cock, hoping to make the degradation faster. It didn't take long before he came, hot jism
shooting into her mouth. It hurt to
swallow, her throat aching from the intrusion of the cock still. He didn't retreat after coming, leaving his
cock in her mouth, even as it shrank away. 'That's good. I was worried that it might be torn
away. We wouldn't want a repeat of the cockbiter
incident.' Billy tensed, shoving
his shrinking shaft into Virginia's throat again. 'You didn't tell me that!' 'Well, no harm
done. And you seem to have enjoyed
it. Now, drag her towards the wet room, and
we can clean her.' 'Mphh?!' Billy and another
porter grabbed her by the straitjacket and started dragging her along, her feet
dragging on the floor, still bound in metal.
As she was pulled from the room, she tried to flex her jaw, to get the
gag-harness off, but the leather was too tight, without any give. She could taste cum and spit, trying to use
her tongue to push it from her mouth. It
oozed down her chin, leaving her feeling dirty and grimy. The hallway were bare
stone, broken only by metal doors into other cells. Deranged gibbering and cackling came from
somewhere, along with sounds of pain and pleasure, anguished cries of orgasmic
torture and the sounds of whips echoing around the bare stone. Her collar dug into her neck, the leash held
by the nurse, walking ahead of the porters. Virginia twisted, managing
to get her feet underneath herself for a moment. But with her feet in the metal bindings, her feet
were forced straight - she couldn't support herself on just her toes, making it
impossible to stand! She let herself be
hauled along the passageway, the floor rough on her knees, rough grit and dirt
sticking to her flesh, spit oozing from her mouth. They came to a gated archway, the nurse
unlocking the metal grille to let them through, another porter watching them
pass through. From there, Virginia
was dragged into a larger room, the floors and walls covered with tiles, the
whole thing stinking of harsh cleaning products. Hooks hung from the ceiling, and long rubber
tubes were connected to some kind of engine. Virginia got hauled upwards,
the straps of the straitjacket get looped over a hook, leaving her suspended
above the floor. No matter how she
stretched, she was too far away to get in contact with the ground! Spit was starting to soak
into the material above her breasts, making it heavy and sticky. The nurse looked up at her, before commanding
Billy again. 'Make her accessible. We want to make her clean. On the inside, at least.' Thick, heavy fingers
fumbled at the crotch-strap of her straitjacket before it was released, her
slit now bare. He poked and fingered her
before withdrawing his hand, letting the nurse approach with a rubber tube, the
tip shaped into a bumped prong. She
reached between Virginia's legs, pushing the rubbery thing against Virginia's
asshole, slowly pushing it into her.
Without lubrication, it hurt, the rubber rough and dense against her
sensitive skin, scraping and rubbing as it was shoved into her. She kicked around with
her legs, trying to stop the violation, but the nurse was merciless,
continually shoving the thing forward until it was deeply lodged inside of herself. It was even worse than the finger, fatter and
harder, aching whenever she tensed around it.
The other porter
approached, grabbing the strap between her ankles, and snapping a chain around
it, before locking that to a loop on the floor.
It was tight enough that she could no longer move her legs, the chain locking
her movement down. The motor started up,
and she heard liquid flowing. She tried
to turn her head, wanting to know what was happening, but the collar and head-harness
prevented such a movement. Water, cold and sharp,
pushed into her bowels from the tube.
She squeaked in pain and humiliation, feeling it push into her belly, her
internal space expanding to take it, leaving her feeling painfully stuffed and stretched. The water settled inside of her, the cold
settling and oozing through her body. A hand slapped against
her buttocks, before the rubbery plug was pushed even deeper in, some water leaking
out through her asshole as the thing was twisted. 'The patient should relieve
herself. The floor in here can be
cleaned, and you will be punished harshly if you make a mess of your cell.' Gloved fingers reached
around and parted Virginia's lips, briefly pushing inside of her. 'If you do not, then
it will be forced.' The porters had both stepped
backwards, although their eyes were staring at Virginia's pussy, making her
blush, the shameful heat mingling awkwardly with the coolness of the enema-water. The engine changed tone, the fluid getting
sucked away, leaving her feeling empty.
But the relief was short-lived, as she was pumped full of water again,
even more this time, her belly straining to hold it, but she couldn't force it
out, with the plug in place. Looking away from the
porters, desperate to make space inside of herself, she relaxed her
bladder. Piss, hot and stinking, poured
out from between her legs, splashing against the tiled floor. She could feel it, the stream jagged and irregular,
some of it splashing onto her lower legs.
She tried flicking and twisting her ankles to get it off, but could feel
the dirty stuff seeping into her skin.
She didn't want this! She wanted
to be clean and pampered! Not suspended
above a puddle of her own piss, as bitterly cold water pumped into her bowels,
cleaning them out. With the mouth-harness
in place, she couldn't do anything except mewl and whimper in protest, her spit
soaking into her straitjacket. She was restrained,
suspended and powerless! Chains creaked, metal ratcheting as a weight dropped. Virginia's arms were wrenched upwards, spread high and wide as she was lifted off the floor by the wrists. Her arms were both stretched out, her muscles aching. Tensing or relaxing did nothing - all her weight was on her wrists either way. The metallic rattling continued, her legs getting pulled wide as well. With the metal restraints on her feet, even if she had been lowered, she wouldn't be able to stand. Each foot had a curved length of metal running from her ankle to a band around her toes, forcing her feet bent and stretched, like she was a ballet dancer. Any attempt to stand would only result in pain, her toes unable to bear her weight. The air of the room was cool, uncomfortable against her naked skin, and she shivered, the only movement she was allowed. Her skin, once clean and beautiful, was now dirty and grimy, covered with sweat that had collected under the rough material of the straitjacket. Tears had streaked and dried on her face, and her lips felt chapped and sore. She tried to keep licking them, to keep them moist and comfortable, but the head-harness had never been removed, her mouth not allowed to close. Her mouth was always dry, her jaw sore from being forced open, her tongue aching. 'You've responded well to the initial training.' The nurse snapped a whip between her hands, pulling the cord taut. 'We find that patients respond better if denied their mouth. It stops them biting their tongue off, for starters. Now, some food, and then we can begin.' She put the whip onto a table, holding an eye-watering amount of torture implements. Virginia flapped her tongue, making soft whimpering noises, wanting to beg for mercy, even though she couldn't form any words. With her limbs spread out, she was raised up slightly higher than the woman, looking down on the top of her head, starched nurses cap stark white against her tightly bundled black hair. She moved over a stepladder, then picked up a bowl of gruel. The gross-looking paste had several dollops of semen on top. 'It's best to get you used to your position. And the acute patients need some relief.' The nurse stepped upwards, stirring the bowl, semen fading into the paste before a portion was spooned out. Virginia couldn't close her mouth, and the woman tipped the contents of the spoon downwards. It coated Virginia's tongue, the taste sharp and vile, the taste of cum overpowering the otherwise bland flavor. But she couldn't spit it out, and there was no choice but to swallow, consuming the degenerate seed. It couldn't contaminate her, could it? Rot her body or mind, turn her into a cretin herself? Although just the small amount of food made her own stomach rumble, desperate for sustenance. 'Upphh! Uphhh!' She tried to sound thankful, hoping to avoid further punishment, as the cum-addled substance was spooned into her mouth. She could smell it now as well, the sharp, sour scent of cum, feeling her body react, even though she didn't want it to. 'Good girl. I thought you looked nice and soft and easy to break. We'll be sure to get a good price for you. Although I hear that a lady is coming to see you - I expect you to be on your best behavior.' 'Npphh!' That bitch! Coming to rub it in! Virginia strained at her chains, feeling the tightness of the cuffs, unable to make them move at all, her limbs forced spread. The nurse fed her a large spoonful, making her cough and splutter, having to relax until she had managed to swallow it down. 'Now, you've been fed. Time to start the therapy. This is something the Doctor is pioneering.' She stepped back down off the stepladder, moving it away before turning to the table and picking the whip up again. She gave it a flick, cracking it against the tiled wall, before snapping it forward. It struck against Virginia's belly, the pain coming several seconds afterwards. It was a sharp, cruel bite, a snap of agony burning into her. Several more impacts followed, against her stomach and breasts, each one a fresh slash of pain. She couldn't do anything to evade or lessen the strikes, hanging in the air, powerless and vulnerable. The heat from the assault made her body heat up, the slash-marks merging together into a general aching agony. Her breasts jumped around under another attack, flesh jumping around. 'That should warm you up.' The whip was put aside, the nurse adjusting her gloves before picking up metal clamps. Virginia tried to shake her head, but her movements were ignored, the nurse approaching. 'Npphh! Npphhh!' A gloved hand slapped against Virginia's pussy, skilled fingers parting her lips. 'Good. You seem to have a natural inclination already - that should make the therapy easier.' The soft-gloved fingers probing around inside of her felt good, spreading her lips wide, a finger sliding deep into her. She could tense up her insides, trying to draw it deeper in, wanting at least some vestige of pleasure. But the finger withdrew, and she puffed out air, her eyes barely open. Metal clicked, a sharp pressure biting into her pussy-lip, the skin getting crushed and then stretched outwards. Virginia's eyes flicked open and she looked downwards, seeing that a clamp had been applied onto one lip, spreading it wide. It hurt, pinching her skin, the clamp on a string that was wound around her thigh, keeping her pussy half-open. The action was repeated on the other side, spreading her wide open, fully exposed. There was nothing she could do, as the woman backhanded her cunt. The impact throbbed through her, thighs tensing up, trying to close, making the chains scrape and hurting her lips even more as the clamp-strings tightened. Another slap knocked all the breath from her lungs, but there was nothing she could do to escape or evade, or lessen the pain. After several more stinging pussy-slaps, Virginia's cunt felt brutalized and sensitive, the cool air doing little to sooth the red flesh. The nurse started to stroke her folds more sensitively now, fingers teasing and light. Virginia could do nothing but hang there, feeling the fingers stroking against her. 'Good. You have retained functionality.' Virginia could feel herself loosen, moisture welling up from her flesh, her body betraying her, even with the clamps in place. 'Your future owner will want you to be receptive in every hole. Your therapy will make you associate pain with pleasure.' Virginia squeaked, the stroking teasing of the nurse having an effect, a gentle warmth clashing with the pain of the whip-welts. 'Good, nice and loose. You must have been extensively used before to have this reaction.' If she had been able to talk, Virginia would have protested - she was noble, not some common slut! But all she could do was endure the teasing, stroking fingers, drawing out fluids into her pussy, her arousal growing. Spittle welled up in her mouth, spilling out, splashing between her breasts. It was sticky and warm, tainted by the porridge-and-cum meal. It slowly oozed down her body, leaving a dirty trail down between her breasts, flowing into her navel. The nurse started sliding a second finger into her, pushing her internal passage wider open. It felt so good, but it shouldn't! The movement of the fingers stopped, still lodged deeply into her as another hand came up, holding a metal clamp. It traced over her body, cold and hard, before stopping over her nipple. As it was squeezed open, then Virginia could see that the inside had little metal teeth, sharp and cruel. It opened on either side of her erect nipple, and then was released. The two sides of the clamp bit into her skin, crushing the nipple. It hurt, a constant biting ache on her chest, the metal shaking as she breathed. Even shaking her torso didn't dislodge it, making the clamp jump and jolt around, hurting her even more. The other clamp bit into flesh, squashing the other nipple. Both breasts throbbed with crushing pain, too tight to dislodge, a queasy, intense hurt seeping into her chest. The fingers continued to twist and writhe inside of her, stirring up her pleasure, not quite enough to overcome the pain. 'Do you enjoy that?' 'Mmpphh!' 'Now, for the lotion.' Would that help? The fingers slid out of her, already lubricated by her own fluids, before the nurse picked up a glass bottle, the contents a murky-looking paste. When it was opened up, the scent made Virginia's nose sting, acrid and sharp. What was it? A thick globule was gathered up on the nurse's middle finger, before sliding it into Virginia's slit. A fierce burning sensation started, soaking into her folds. She tried twisting her hips, wanting to get the finger out of her. It hurt, a savage prickling heat settling into her body, drowning out the slowly blossoming pleasure. The finger felt savage now, a throbbing intrusion of pain, heat building up and up, her own fluids carrying it within herself. 'As part of your therapy, you need to learn to find pleasure in suffering. You will not be allowed more normal pleasure.' |