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at Mr. Ed
The Infirmary
Gradually her mind began to return to the real world. The world that had
so quickly filled with unpleasant
realities. Pooch first sensed her position. She was kneeling on all
fours her belly supported on a flat surface
of some sort. her tits hanging over the end. There was soft padding
under her knees. She felt something foreign
running through her nose and going down the back of her throat. Memories
of what had happened to her
before fading to black began to return, confirmed first by the burning
pain in her breasts and then the
throbbing of her feet. Pooch tried to adjust her position but besides
getting reacquainted with the stabbing
pains in her shoulders and posterior she found her wrists and ankles
to brutal bdsm sex be securely cuffed to what she
assumed was the floor. Being blindfolded denied her the knowledge of
where she was. Since all was quiet she
assumed she was alone.
Her mind began to put together the clues to form an idea of what was
going on. She felt rested so a fair
amount of time must have past since the caning. Pooch remembered the
raging thirst she had felt and that
was gone too. The tube in her nose must have been supplying her with
water. There was a feeling of relief
that she was not in the pit and that steps that had been taken to give
her some comfort. she felt somewhat
reassured that Marla intended to keep her around for longer than she had
previously feared. Still, there was no
reason to be optimistic about the future. Marla had made her position
very clear. If she was going to be
allowed to heal it would be only so that she could be dragged back to
the mouth of hell all over again. For
now all she could do was savor brutal bdsm sex this quiet time and replay in her mind
the events of the recent past.
The clicking of heels ended the peace all too quickly.
“Welcome back to the world of the living”, Marla announced her presence.
Pooch immediately felt her stomach tense.
“Isn’t this exiting, our first time alone since you have become my
property. The thought that I can do anything
I want to you and you have to take it is positively intoxicating though
I imagine it must be quite different for
you. Oh well, I guess the other neat thing is I don’t have to give a
shit about how it feels to you”. Marla was
absolutely giddy.
“I’ll fill you in on your present situation in a minute but first I
picked up a new toy at Maxis this morning.
Actually it was a bunch of new toys but I just can’t wait to try out
this one. Beg me to whip your udders
Pooch.”
“Would mistress please whip my tits, please”, responded Pooch in a soft
trembling voice.
“You know Pooch I thought that you were a lot smarter brutal bdsm sex than you have
shown lately but you really are turning
out to be one ignorant cow. Let’s go over the still unpunished
infractions that you have rung up since last
night. We begin with begging Ed to let you go. That involved attempted
escape, talking out of turn and
moving from position. You then looked Shandra in the face and she had to
slap you to reestablish her control.
You then pulled away from Greta and talked out of turn to her. You
failed to gather all your cloths together
after being instructed to. You see you forgot the little maid outfit,
and then you lied about it when I asked if
you had put everything into the box and you said yes. You pissed
yourself. And now not only did you do a
totally unsatisfactory job of begging, you failed to refer to yourself
in the third person, as I had clearly
instructed you , then you had to be a smart ass and call your udders,
tits. You will pay dearly for all of these
infractions. Now since you’re brutal bdsm sex such a dumb ass I’m going to explain this
to you. You are not a human. Human
women have tits. I have tits. You have udders. Women have vaginas and
pussies you have a piss hole. Women
have ass holes or brownies you have a shit hole. Do you think you can
remember all that”?
“Yes mistress”. Tears had begun to well up in Pooch’s eyes.
“Good, now try begging again and remember that when you’re told to beg
you better do it like your life
depends on it because it just might”.
“Please, please, please, oh mistress, with all my heart I beg you,
please whip Pooch’s sinful and vile udders.
Please whip Pooch’s udders, whip those udders nice and hard. Oh, please,
please whip those sagy, ugly
udders”. She cried real tears all the way through. She was begging her
new owner, a woman 10 years younger
than herself and in possession of what had been her man. A woman who
actually hated her was now her
owner. Pooch caught a glimpse of herself as she must look to her bitch
owner Marla. She brutal bdsm sex was begging her
owner in the most frantic and sincere way to whip her breasts. Breasts
that had just hours ago been pierced by
red hot darning needles and the nipples crushed by vise grips. When
Pooch saw herself do this, through her
minds eye, she grew very sad. Pooch saw herself and what she saw was a
pathetic creature that had been, to
pardon the expression, totally whipped. A pathetic limp rag being
manipulated by Marla. She had given up
her pride and dignity to the sting of the lash. and she was yet to be
punished for her misdeeds, except for one,
and that had almost killed her. Pooch had no right to expect any less
severe treatment the next time she was
punished and there would be many sessions coming up.
Marla laid into Pooch’s dangling breast, the lash curling around the
slave girls left side and then snapping on
untouched skin just below the nipple. Pooch was not gagged and she
bellowed out the most god awful scream
that filled the room to exploding.
On the end brutal bdsm sex of the very small whip was a metal tip and a wire, made of
very strong but flexible and fatigue
resistant metal, connecting it to the handle. A soft rubbery plastic,
instead of the traditional leather was
braided around the wire. The flattened metal tip allowed the pocket
sized whip to hit with the impact of a
much longer all leather whip. It felt to Pooch like her tit, o excuse
me, her udder, had just been ripped open by
a bull whip.
This was the reaction that Marla lived to see. It sent goose bumps down
her spine. She wondered if she could
do as well on her next stroke.
But first she wanted to hear Pooch beg again now that she knew how the
little whip felt.
“Pooch I am giving you a direct order”, said Marla in a strong matronly
voice. “You are to beg again to get
your udders well whipped or I’ll just give them 50 of the best. If I
were you I’d beg real good”.
Pooch could swear that her left breast had been ripped in two, brutal bdsm sex and she
was a woman with ten years of
experience in getting her breasts whipped and that’s not counting the
years she had done it too herself.
The pain from the first blow was still increasing..
“Mistress oh most holy mistress. Mistress most fair and just,. this
pathetic piece of trash of a slave, not worthy
of eating your shit begs you to whip her udders. Oh most perfect of
perfect mistresses please whip Pooch’s
evil, foul, udders. Please whip them so they bleed. Teach them a
lesson, not to be so ugly. Please, please most
holy mistress.”. Not a single shred of dignity remained to cloth her.
She would do anything to avoid the whip
especially on her tits.
When Marla heard the plea she was again thrilled with her power.
She wondered how far she could go in making Pooch beg even harder to
have her tits whipped as her tits hurt
more and more. The second lash didn’t miss the nipple. Certainly the
second scream was more hysterical than
the first.
Just one more, Marla thought to herself. She decided to extract maximum
performance brutal bdsm sex from her slave and
when the wordless screams died down Marla screamed right back but with
words.
“That was the poorest most useless begging I ever heard. I’m going to
give you just one more chance to move
me to mercy or you get 50. NOW BEG”!!!!!
By now Pooch’s tears flowed in a steady stream.
How could she debase herself to a point so low that she would not get
the lash? She knew Marla would
probably whip her no matter how she begged but she still had to try.
“Please mistress Marla, please whip Pooch’s udders, please whip them
hard and make Pooch scream. Pooch
will do anything mistress Marla if you would just discipline her aching
udders. Oh please use the new whip to
rip open Pooch’s naughty udders and show Pooch that you are really her
lord and mistress. Please Pooch begs
you to show her, her place beneath the soles of your shoes. Please her
udders need whipping so
bad, oh please mistress Marla, please, please, please”.
Pooch could hear her new lord and master walk over to her brutal bdsm sex left side. Her
hanging breasts shook has she waited
for the high pitched but quiet whistle of the horrid little whip. The
agony of her left breast was soon shared by
her right as the metal tip buried itself in the outside side of the
udder. Again the room was filled with her
scream though it wasn’t quite as loud. It wasn’t because of lack of
effort but because her voice was starting to
go again.
Marla wondered if Ed could hear his former girl friends screams as he
worked in the garage. She hoped he
could. Marla’s sanitary pad was now wet with her own lubricating juices.
“There, there, there, Marla patted the now bawling slave on the head.
“It’s OK I’m not going to whip you any
more. I just couldn’t wait to try this little whip out. It really works
well doesn’t it”? I’m going to have it with me
all the time. It’s small enough that when it’s coiled up it fits into
the palm of my hand”.
Marla cupped the slaves breasts in her hands weighing them and brutal bdsm sex examining
the damage.
“You know the little whip left some pretty nasty marks but their pretty
small and only one stroke left a break
in the skin. This will be perfect”.
“Anyway I promised to fill you in on your current situation. You are in
the infirmary. As I am sure you are
aware, steps have been taken to position you in a way that your wounds
could best heal while maintaining a
high level of restraint. In this position you should be able to move
just enough to prevent pressure sores and
joint damage and you should be able to sleep. Right now you must think
it’s a lot better than the pit which is
were you expected to be, were you will indeed spend a lot of time. You
are here only because Steve thought
you were going into shock and with the damage to your feet and rear
having to stand in the pit might have been
too much for your body to handle so we cleaned you up, inserted a tube
into your stomach for food and fluids
and brutal bdsm sex brought you here. Now you may think that you want to stay as long as
possible. I want you out of here as
soon as possible and I don’t want you looking for ways to end up here.
This is where the “healing machine”
comes in.. This machine will encourage rapid healing and discourage you
from wanting to be admitted. I am
now going to hook you up”.
Marla pushed over a small stainless steel cart with some electronics and
a long but narrow dildo with a curved
narrow flat bar attached to the base along with a bundle of wires. Marla
picked up the dildo and liberally
coated it with electrically conductive grease. She then squatted beside
her slave and slid it into her open cunt.
“Relax this is quite narrow and it wont cause any damage. It is long
though, and it goes right up to your
womb”. When inserted the bottom plate followed the curve of Pooch’s
crotch from her clitoris to the front
edge of her anus. “Now when I turn this ring small, spring brutal bdsm sex loaded,
metal probes will emerge from all over the
dildo and butt up against your inside surfaces. Since the probes are
angled backwards the dildo cannot be
removed while they are extended”.
Marla turned the ring and Pooch felt the spikes but up against the
entire length of her vagina. It was an
unusual sensation but it wasn’t painful. She was sure that would come
soon enough. Probes also extended
from the plate along her crotch.
“There, that’s all it takes to hook you up”, said Marla. This unit will
stay in at all times while you are in here.
You may not have noticed but a catheter has been inserted into your
bladder to take care of your urine and
this plate only runs up to your shit hole without covering it so you can
shit without removing it”.
“Now I’m going to explain the healing machine to you but first I’m going
to get myself another bottle of wine”.
Pooch heard Marla walk away.
Pooch could not believe the effect of the little whip on her punished
breasts. They had become brutal bdsm sex the new center
of attention. The little whip had brought tear wrenching pain each time
it hit her delicate breast. and being
blindfolded and unable to asses the damage Pooch imagined a three inch
gash deep into the meat, so intense
was the pain. If she had been able to see the real damage she would have
seen a rather angry welt with a broad
purple area at the end but nothing really severe. It began to sink in
that she would feel this every day as just a
prod to urge her along to better performance. This wasn’t even a
punishment stroke. How would she survive in
such a hostile atmosphere and to make it worse Marla was making herself
drunk and she knew, from her
experience with Ed, that when she was drunk she would be a lot less
inhibited when it came to inflicting pain.
Seeing Ed drunk had terrified her. He had always hurt her much more when
he had been drinking.. Now
Marla, her new owner, was purposely getting drunk so she could be brutal bdsm sex more
vicious and have more fun. Marla
terrified her almost to the point of immediate panic. Pooch wondered
what would happen to her pussy. What
would that thing do? Would it stab her? Would it rip her? Would it shock
her? She couldn’t see the control
panel. She knew that what ever it did it would hurt her badly.
It was an hour before Marla returned. She had to go to the supermarket
to pick up more wine. Marla brought
home a mini keg. It was enough for an entire weekend and she brought it
with her into the infirmary.
Pooch couldn’t see that Marla had stripped entirely naked except for her
shoes. She had replaced her sanitary
pad with a tampon. She had the little whip wrapped around her neck. like
a necklace.
Marla could not believe how good she felt. She could now live out all
the fantasies that she had only dreamt
about. She had the perfect slave and Marla would show the world how well
she could train Pooch. The only
methods she would use were personality striping brutal bdsm sex and pain avoidance.
Slaves that had been stripped of their
personality responded better to the simple pain avoidance technique. The
fun thing about this technique was
that although at first, there was a clear positive correlation between
the intensity of the pain and the subjects
compliance, after a point, as the pain increased the subjects behavior
no longer improved But the great part
was that it didn’t get worse so the only danger was to apply too little
pain. It was better to err on the side of too
much pain. All you wanted to do was keep the subject conscious. Up to
the point of unconscious anything
goes.
“I didn’t tell you but I control your bladder too. If I unclamp the hose
you pee otherwise you can’t.. Go ahead
Pooch, try it”.
Pooch tried to pee but saw she couldn’t.
“I can use that hose to send material into your bladder and not just
out. If I forget to drain you, you will
suffer extreme pain in your bladder and then kidneys. And you aren’t
allowed to even brutal bdsm sex let me know you’re
suffering. Right now, in case you are wondering I’m recycling your pee
through the feeder tube.
When it comes to your bowels, they’re under enema control. You figure it
out. Since you’re now conscious I’m
going to withdraw the feeding tube and you can eat and drink through
your mouth. You’ll get a bowl and it
will go on a shelf below your head. You will eat like a dog. You will
finish anything and everything that is put
into your food bowl or you get punished “.
Marla continued, “you will soon find out how the healing machine works.
For you the great thing is that you
don’t have to do any thing, the machine is totally automatic. All you do
is lie back and scream. At least until
your voice gives out. As your voice gives out the pain doesn’t. It just
gets worse. Now I’ll just turn it on and put
it in calibration mode”
Marla flipped a switch on the control panel and waited while she watched
Pooch.
At first Pooch couldn’t feel anything. As the brutal bdsm sex power output of the
machine increased she felt a tingle in her
vagina and instinctively jerked back. Marla entered this output level as
the lower minimum. Gradually the
machine kept increasing the power. The tingle grew stronger and more
distinct. The muscles throughout her
nether regions began to contract. She wasn’t in pain yet but she was not
comfortable either.
“Now let’s test your ability to handle stress. You will count backwards
starting at one hundred like this, one
hundred Mississippi, ninety-nine Mississippi, ninety-eight Mississippi
all the way down to one. If you don’t
make it all the way down to one then at where ever you lost count that’s
how many strokes you’ll get with my
little whip. You can count as fast as you wish just don’t loose count”.
Pooch obeyed the order and started counting back. By now her insides had
entered into great discomfort. Her
clit was starting to hurt as did her anus.
“One hundred Mississippi, ninety-nine Mississippi, ninety-eight
Mississippi”, she counted as fast as she was
able.
“Eighty-seven Mississippi owww, eighty-six Mississippi owwww”! Her
muscles were now at maximum
contraction brutal bdsm sex and the pain was changing in nature from the pain of severe
cramping to the pain of constant
waves of electrical shock. This was her first experience with electrical
torture. She would learn that it is
something to which you never get used to. If anything, you learn to
fear it more with each experience.
“Seventy-five aughhhhhh Mississippi aughhhhhhh!!! Seventy, seventy-four
miss aaaughhhhh Mississippi
aaaauuughhhhh”. Pooch was really struggling not to give in to the pain.
She just had to get down to one and
avoid the whip.
Marla paid no attention to the actual count. All that she was waiting
for was for Pooch to totally loose the
ability to talk. She was waiting for nothing but scream.
“Six aaaaaghhhhhhh ty-six owwwwwww miss owwww is owwww i aaauuughh pi,
sixty owwwww two
Missies aaaaaaauuuuuughhhhhhhh pi, sixty-five oooooooooooooooowwwww”,
she had now completely lost
track of the count as her mind was abandoned to the pain.
“Fif aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhh”!!!!!
Marla had found her next calibration point. It was where the subject
cannot see anything but the pan.
The intensity kept rising. and rising.
Pooch’s brutal bdsm sex entire body began to convulse uncontrollably crashing and
jerking against the block to which she was
attached. If she hadn’t been blindfolded her eyes would have been seen
trying to pop out of her head.
Marla had reached the final calibration point, maximum level. She
switched the machine to automatic. The
current stopped.
The room was quiet.
“You know Pooch”, Marla said. That dildo looked harmless enough so I
asked Ed to help me try it on myself. I
told him that I would insert the dildo into myself and while I held on
to the bed post he would turn it up to
about half the current that you got and turn it off. If I screamed STOP
he would turn it off right away”.
“I yelled stop at about the time you had counted down to ninety-five.
But Ed was feeling cruel and he didn’t stop till the machine had reached
the maximum level we had agreed on.
I almost went out of my mind. I haven’t forgiven him yet.
I had yelled stop, and I had meant it, at brutal bdsm sex one quarter the level that y
