Chapter 1

 

Satoru left the care of his two subjects to the tiny Oriental slave who had endured and enjoyed her years with him. Her pleasure was serving his every wish, and helping him to inflict suffering on others.

He was going to be away for three days. For his subjects left in their dark and inescapable torment, a very long three days.

To the first of her victims, the elfin like Mifumi secured a leather strap about her waist. She yanked as hard as she could on it, letting the strap sink into the girl's flesh. Each heave on the strap made the subject grunt, making her pull herself up taller and taller and expanding her ribcage with every vicious jerk. Her breasts leaped, then quivered, solid brown nipples pointing ever more forcefully upward and outward.

"You no eat then strap will become loose. Become much more comfortable."

The little figure chuckled to herself securing a strap at the back of the waist band to the already reddened slender wrists. Then another quite narrow strap that had been soaked in water was forced between the young girl's teeth. This too was tightened and tightened making both victim and torturer wheeze with the effort. The oriental had stood on one of the torture tables in order to reach and give an extra pull. She now took the second strap attached to the back of the waist band, passing it through a special catch on the gag buckle. Pulling the strap through the catch she suddenly jumped from the table so that her weight hung on it. The girl's head and neck sprung back. She arched her back and sunk to her knees with a scream of agony. The catch gripped the strap and thus the subject's body in taut distress.

"It will make it more fun trying to get the water tube in your sickly little mouth." The torturer sneered at her captive then added, "That leather strap will get uncomfortable as it dries out. The corners of your mouth should be nice and raw when I next see you."

She rattled a pair of ankle irons with only one chain link between them before the pale skinned beauty, then snapped them onto her.

"Now get over to that cell on your knees."

Satoru was standing, waiting by the small iron door, on the inside of which was an electric winch loaded with chain. The girl edged her way past him, having to fall back on her heels as she did so in order to get under the roof line. The final few inches were hard work shuffling along on her shins with her face scraping along the ceiling. She glimpsed his satisfied smile as she settled in discomfort.

Satoru had some instructions for her and went down on one knee to survey the awkward arched backward position, chin and nose pressed against the roof. He was pleased to see that although she was quite a slim figure, there was only the thickness of a cigarette paper between each jutting hip and the steel walls. The floor had a slight V-shape to encourage all evacuations to stay in the middle, but then the steel structure allowed for easy cleaning after use anyway.

"You will have to get your head further in if you want any water." He began to explain the intricacies of the cell. "Above you is a steel door. You have to get it open and stand up on your knees. You will find a tube hanging down that delivers water if you suck hard on it. There is only a hundred mls of water to be had at any one visit. Added to this you must not spend more than one minute standing there as this will result in the chain I am now attaching to your wrist band being automatically winched to pull you down and keep you there for twelve hours. Normally you will be able to return every four hours. The only clue that it is time to drink will be the faint click of the latch releasing the lid above you. It merely remains for me to point out that time passes slower than you think and as you have no watch or any light at all, you can only work it out by the drinking periods."

As the door closed the girl could hear Mifumi panting with excitement. Then, all was darkness and silence. Her endurance test had begun.

Mifumi could now turn her attention to the second subject, who had already spent over a month in this hellish cellar.

She had been a difficult one to tame to her inescapable fate and her strength of will still made her wriggle and writhe against her bonds. She had endured the worst inventions of Satoru. Her only pleasure during this time were the few seconds of release before the next torment was introduced. Her skin had become snow white from her long underground captivity. The use of whips on such delicate flesh made their marks all the more vivid. Each cut across her long and pleasing breasts could be counted and its course followed.

Mifumi instructed the captive to sit at one end of a steel trolley. She then secured each of the girl's wrists in metal cuffs fitted to the ends of a very short metal bar. There was also two holes drilled through the bar near each end, of which their use would become apparent. The bar was lifted over her head, taking her wrists with it to their resting place each side of her neck. This done, another of the endless supply of leather straps was slid into the crook of her elbows and tightened until they were pulled together beneath her chin.

Mifumi grabbed a handful of hair, yanking the head of her victim back. The startled yell allowed for the insertion of a thin steel bar between her teeth. The girl went to close her mouth but found the bar, hard and unbending, lying between her back teeth, keeping it open.

As her head came down to her folded arms, her chin found the second steel bar resting across them. With two vertical rods joining the ends, a steel rectangle was formed. The vertical rods had adjusting nuts and were tightened until her jaw was lightly gripped between the bars. It was not over-tightened as there was going to be more to come. Mifumi took two more rods, threading them through holes near the ends of the gag bar. These travelled back along each side of her face, going through the holes in the neck bar. A nut was fitted to each end and screwed up.

Mifumi delighted in the increasing distress she was creating. Her nipples stood proud and hard as she slowly screwed the gag bar deeper and deeper into the captive's mouth.

Satoru too was beginning to breathe heavily, his trousers straining to contain his throbbing cock. He wanted Mifumi now but he knew he must wait to satisfy his desire. She had not finished her artistic work.

A yank on golden locks pulled the captive down onto the trolley. With great speed Mifumi moved her to the cell she would be staying in. The girl lay on her back, her bottom against the stone wall. Her left ankle was gripped and taken up the wall to a waiting leather cuff. Once secured, the torturer hurried around the table to take the other ankle to a similar fixing. The next two leather straps had wide, stiffened central parts that were designed to cover her knees and once in position were secured to their wall fixings, ensuring she could not bend her legs that were now set in a wide 'V'.

The completion of the bondage was now close at hand. The pleasure it gave the two inflicting it, was only heightened by the time it took and the knowledge of how the last piece fitted into the puzzle. That knowledge was about to be imparted to their captive with the added bonus of her suffering the physical effects of it upon her body.

On the wall, just above a level with her tethered ankles, was a pulley wheel, through which a steel cord ran. One end went away at an angle to a winch mechanism, the other ended in a spring clasp. The captive watched the clasp approach her bound elbows. The click of its attachment to the leather strap seemed to echo with a menacing sharpness, as if slicing into her brain.

Mifumi gave the clasp a tug. Once certain it was secure between the compressed elbows, she moved slowly towards the winching handle watched by terrified eyes. The gearing made it easy to turn, but meant it would take a little time to reach the required position. Mifumi continued to caress the handle until all the slack had been taken up, then gripped a little more tightly as the body began to curve away from the table.

Inexorably the girl was pulled up by her elbows, bending her at the waist, trapping her chin harder against the bar across her forearms in turn, pushing her head back where it met the neck bar. Her fingers were clawing the air for freedom as her secured wrists strained at their bonds. The tendons in the backs of her long pale legs were being stretched mercilessly as her body began to fold against them.