Virtual Sexuality Ch. 03

We passed a man strung out on the rack, being stretched mercilessly, his screams muffled by the difficulty he had breathing. At the suspended chains, my legs and arms were manacled and I was raised up, my hands more than my feet, leaving me suspended at a 45 degree angle. A wicked pair of grippers, four prongs that opened like a flower petal, were affixed to my nipples, digging in and pulling them down. Two small link chains were suspended from them and a small pail attached to the chains. The weight caused the grippers to close further, digging deeper into my breasts.

By now, I was crying out, the weight being supported by my nipples being greater than I thought possible. Then, he stuck a small rubber tube in my mouth, draping the other end into the pail. My worry at what was going on solidified to shear panic as he opened his breaches, took his cock out and began to urinate into the pail.

The weight increased, fast, causing the prongs to dig yet deeper, little spots of red appearing. The only way to escape the weight and the mutilation of my tits was to use the hose to drink his piss. I tried to endure it, but as more blood welled up from the holes in my breasts that were getting deeper, I groaned and sucked up. Warm, acrid, salty fluid poured into my mouth, almost making me gag. I knew, without being told, that to spit out the piss would result in untold punishment. Over and over I swallowed, keeping pace with his stream, evening out the weight that was torturing my nipples. He seemed to have a bladder the size of a horse. It must have been a full minute before he stopped.

I was in tears, the humiliation and the pain colliding to render me unable to control myself. During the entire time, her had said not a word. As he put his cock away, I let the tube drop from my lips. He grabbed my face with one hand, bent down and licked my lips, sticking his tongue into my mouth, tasting the urine residue there. He took the grippers off my nipples and licked the blood off my breasts until the wounds stopped flowing.

The worst humiliation was that I was aroused again. Being forced to drink piss had me hot and bothered. I could feel pussy juice flowing down my legs. He thrust two fingers into my cunt, lifting my hips with them. I was gasping, the pleasure of the act overwhelming me. His thumb probed my ass, poking into the small opening back there. I moaned and tried to thrust back against him, but I had no leverage. He worked me over, driving my arousal higher and higher. Just before I could climax, he stopped, leaving me to scream my frustration and beg him to continue. He ignored my pleas and rubbed his slick hand all over my face, forcing me to smell my lust up close and personal. I wasn't even allowed to taste myself.

He left me alone for a few minutes, returning with three short poles. They had braces on one end to keep them from falling over and the other ends were studded with dozens of small needles. He lifted the chains on my feet, raising me to five feet and horizontal. He placed the poles beneath my pussy and breasts, and then lowered me inch by inch, the needles coming to within an inch of my sensitive flesh. He gently pushed down on my back, demonstrating that I could, if not careful, impale myself on the needles.

Letting me back up, he left again, coming back after five or so minutes. While he was gone, I discovered that I had unconsciously arched myself to avoid the needles when I was being lowered. Now, relaxing pressed them against my tits and cunt, just enough to be felt, but not enough to penetrate the skin. Horror struck me when I saw his return. He had a long multi-strand whip. He was going to whip me into the needles!

I arched my back upwards as he took his first blow. Pain, horrible pain, embraced me. It was worse than I remembered, the tense muscles making everything worse. He struck me again and I felt the pinch of the needles pressing against my flesh. I had instinctively relaxed and he had almost driven me onto the needles. I had to arch again to avoid impalement as the third blow hit. Already, my arms and legs were aching from trying to support my weight actively.

"Pleas stop! I'll do anything. I can't take it, I can't hold up. Please don't do this to me, please."

I was in a panic, desperate to avoid the mutilation that dozens of needles would inflict on my sex and tits. I was literally raising myself to meet each blow, struggling to nullify the downward force of the whip at it pounded into my back and thighs. After the tenth blow, I was beyond words, simply screaming and sobbing as I lifted myself to meet the whip, pain arcing through my entire body like and electrical charge.

Somehow, I managed to avoid those needles. To this day, I have no idea how. My entire body was on fire when he stopped. I had so gotten used to meeting the whip that I was still arching back for several non-blows before I realized that they weren't coming anymore. When he moved the poles out of the way, I collapsed, falling a full two inches below the level the needles had been at. He let the chains down and I found myself on the floor, still manacled. He wandered away again, leaving me a blessed period of rest, even if it was far too short.

When he returned, he took the manacles off and dragged me to my feet by my hair. I was pulled to the stocks again, the site of my exit last time. I was placed in them, forcing me to bend over at the waist, presenting my ass and pussy to anyone who wished to use it. The gag that I had panicked at was brought back and inserted into my mouth. He pulled it tight, stretching my cheeks painfully. A bar with leather cuffs on it was attached to my ankles, forcing my feet four feet apart.

He seemed to have a thing for leaving me alone. This time, it was for quite some time. Bent over at the waist at a right angle, unable to move other than wriggle, I could feel the slow ache creeping into my back and thighs. In spite of that, or perhaps because of that, my pussy was dripping and my nipples were hard. This was arousing me to no end. I was struggling to breath, the gag almost blocking my ability to breath through my mouth.

He returned carrying a different device than what he had used in the past. This instrument looked like a long rod, about a half inch in diameter and four feet long. He started by caressing my ass and back, his gloves scratching against my skin lightly. I moaned into my gag, becoming even more aroused. He slipped from my ass, down to my pussy, wetting his glove with me. He rubbed my juices all over my ass and legs as I shivered in pleasure.

Once my ass and legs were thoroughly covered with slick aromatic liquids, he stepped back to where I could not see him. I heard a swish and then my ass exploded. I screamed into the gag, the pain excruciating. I had never imagined such pain. Another swish and my thighs exploded. The scream I had not even finished restarted. I could not see, the tears and flashes of light from the pain blinding me. Another flash of pain and my voice gave out, ragged gasps the only noise I could make.

Another slash and all I could do is weep at the pain. Again and again, the fire swept over me, radiating out from my ass and legs, encompassing my entire being. I could not understand how I could still be conscious. I lost track of how many blows landed on me by the time he had stopped. He rubbed my ass and legs, causing even more pain. It was a lesser pain, however, almost an easing after the blows he had reigned on me.

I realized that there was some sort of viscous fluid on his hands that was being rubbed into my burning skin. As I regained some semblance of awareness, I realized that there was a stream of juice running down my legs. I was even more aroused than when he started to beat me. I was pushing against his hand without even realizing it, trying to get up to an orgasm. He stopped, apparently to deny me release. I groaned in frustration and agony. I need it, I needed to cum. Why wouldn't he let me.

He came around in front of me. His pants had been taken off and his cock was harder and longer than any I had ever seen before. He tore the gag off of me and thrust into my mouth, slamming against the back of my throat. I started to gag, but he held onto my head and wouldn't back off. I could feel a trickle of air slipping past the head of his cock lodged in my throat. My desperate swallowing motions were caressing his cock, causing it to throb inside of me. He didn't thrust in and out, but simply held himself in and made my mouth do the work if I wanted to breathe normally any time soon. I swallowed on him, tongued him and sucked on him to get him off as fast as possible.

Finally, I felt him start to clench and I tried to open my throat as much as possible. He came, hot cum pulsing into my throat, trying to bypass my mouth altogether. I swallowed as fast as I could, but his cock itself was blocking my ability to do so. His seed backed up into my mouth, leaking out and down my chin. It must have taken six or seven spurts to empty himself into me. Once he had pulled out, I gasped for air, trying to catch my breath before he did whatever he was going to do next. In between gulps of air, I pleaded.

"Please, I need to cum. Anything, I just need to cum."

Tears were rolling down my face as I begged him, but he just walked away. I was left there for I don't know how long. My arousal receded and I was left with just the residual pain in my body. I cried the whole time he was gone, unable to stand the nothingness. Even more pain would be preferable to the totality of being ignored. I was actually glad to see him when he returned, carrying a new whip. This one was yet again, different. It seemed to have a... tail? ... full of hair, almost like a horses tail. He dragged it across my ass and legs, letting me feel the course texture. Then he rubbed it against my pussy, bringing it back online, hoping against hope for pleasure, even if there was pain with it.

I could hear a swooshing sound. I think he was spinning it in place. Then it hit, right between my legs, on my pussy. I screamed and moaned at the same time. It was unbelievable. I was feeling pleasure and pain at the same time. All the other times, I became aroused during the pain. This time, there were both feelings at once. My arousal levels shot through the roof, being driven by two sources at the same time. I was shouting encouragement at him, when I could get a word out amongst the other noises I had no chance or desire to stifle.

"Oh God, yes, please, more, don't stop, I need this, I want this, more, more, more. Ahhhhh."

Higher and higher I rode this beating, to levels of pleasure I thought impossible. I had never felt this level of arousal without an orgasm before. I just knew, this time, he was driving me to cum, I was going to finally reach that unseen nirvana from my dreams. It hit, my body clenching, unable to move as the first wave of ecstasy hit.

Right then, there was a blinding flash of white light. NO! My hour was up! I won't go, I won't miss this orgasm. I fought the matrix as it tried to spit me out, unsatisfied. When the flash cleared, the second wave of my orgasm hit and my body shuddered in the stocks. The whip was still impacting my cunt and I rode the pain and pleasure to yet a third and a fourth climax. Joy swept through me, I was where I needed to be, experiencing what I so long had desired. I would never leave, they could not make me.

As my orgasm subsided, my tormentor came to in front of me. "Slave. You are mine forever. I will inflict unimaginable pain on you for all time. If you take it well, I will consider giving you this pleasure again. That is what you have chosen."

"Yes, Master. My choice. Pain. Pleasing you. Pleasure at your will. Use me, please use me."

"Very well. Let us see how the bird cage suits you."

I smiled, finally at peace and knowing my true place in the world.