Club 738 - Model Slave (Part One) Page 3

  “Of course you will, slave,” Boss acknowledged. “But first, you must be punished for disobeying me.”

  Gina stared wide-eyed at the machine wondering what hideous things he had in store for her. The device was heavy in construction and its use was obvious even to the uninitiated. Grabbing her by the waist, he lifted her up onto the device, resting her waist on top of a padded bar running horizontal to the ground.

  It was difficult with her constant kicking, but Boss managed to cinch the leather belt around her slim waist securing her to the bar. Next, he grabbed each leg and, using four straps, one at the ankle and one at the bend of each knee.

  Boss restrained her legs to the rails, which he spread apart so wide that her pussy lips parted, exposing her tender, pink slit.

  “Why are you doing this?! I said I would do what you want!” Gina continued to plea.

  Boss unlocked and then secured her wrists to points located underneath her and slightly off to the side. “This lesson has been a long time coming. Since you arrived here at Club 738, you’ve ignored the rules that I’ve given you.”

  “…Talking without permission. Not using my proper title when you do talk and simply disobeying my directions. I haven’t forgotten your disobedience and now it’s time to pay the

  piper.”

  Gina’s neck rested in a U-shaped restraint, which he tightened to restrict any movement of the head, yet not too tight to hinder breathing. He left her for a moment and returned with two thirty foot lengths of thin white nylon cord. He held them out to her and asked, “Do you know what these are for?”

  She tried to shake her head but was unable to. “With these,” he lectured, “ I’ll have you begging for mercy and crying in orgasmic release. Maybe you’ll learn to obey my rules.”

  Boss really didn’t think that this example would be enough to break her will, but it would be a start and it would be fun to watch her writhe in agony, both in pain and in sexual heat. As with most of the machines at the Club, this one also incorporated a hydraulic lifting system, which he activated, raising Gina’s motionless body high above the ground, to where her hanging breasts were easily accessible.

  He moved underneath her and let her breasts slide across his upturned face. He grasped them gently and massaged them while his tongue teased her already growing nipples. Then without warning, he grasped her left nipple between his fingers and yanked downwards, stretching her tit out to its fullest.

  Gina screeched in sudden pain and tried unsuccessfully to pull away from his savage grip. He continued his hold on her nipple and with the other hand looped one end of the white cord around the base of her breast.

  This he tightened and then started wrapping more loops around and around, moving slightly downwards with each loop. Each wrap was progressively tighter than the last and caused the trapped blood in her breast to be forced towards her nipple.

  “ARGGHHHHH,” she screamed in his ear. “YOU’RE HURTING ME! OH GOD, IT HURTS SO BAD!”

  Boss continued the wrapping, relentlessly forcing her breast to distend like an over-inflated balloon. By the time he ran out of cord, her breast was swollen purple and her nipples, bright red, were enlarged to twice their normal erect size.

  Gina’s face was red with hurt and her breaths came in short pants. Her body was covered with fresh sweat and it shook uncontrollably in response to the abuse being dished out to her breast.

  “Please... Boss,” she gasped, “I’ll be good from now on. I’ll do whatever you want. You’re hurting me so bad.” Tears were in her eyes as she tried to come to grips with the pain, the pain in her breast now becoming a steady throb.

  “Good! You’re learning. I’m pleased you addressed me as Boss. It’s a start, but we have a few other items to cover before were done here,” he replied smiling.

  His hand came up and found her free breast. She howled as he grabbed the nipple and brought it downwards, sweat breaking anew upon her forehead. He wrapped the remaining cord around the breast and stood back waiting for her to stop sobbing.

  Her breasts were so tightly bound it felt as if blood was being forced out her nipples, yet she was slightly comforted by the fact that they weren’t growing cold, an indication that their blood circulation wasn’t cut off completely.

  Soon, numbness came and a steady throbbing in her chest replaced the blinding pain. Her shakes eased and she was able to breathe deeply. Seeing her recovery, Boss stepped back underneath her, careful not to touch her breasts. He knew they were ultra sensitive in their current state and his next plan called for precisely applied stimulation.

  Anticipating her continued torture, Gina screamed. “PLEASE! NO MORE! I can’t take any more pain!”

  “I believe you’re right. I think you’ve had enough pain for now, slave. Now I’ll teach you that pain and sex can be combined into stimulating bed partners.”

  Opening his mouth, he slid his tongue outwards and barely touched her enlarged nipple. The sensitivity of the hard nipple, being ten times that of normal, sent electric shocks of ecstasy throughout Gina’s body and she shuddered.

  Moving to her other nipple, he pressed home the attack, licking and sucking her tender nipples until she was moaning in abandonment. Once again, her body had betrayed her and more notably, her sexual passion had pushed aside the bio-chemical messages being sent from her pain receptors.

  The two sparing with each other, pain, then undeniable lust and sensual arousal, caused her body to spasm at every application of his tongue to the nerve endings located in her nipples. She closed her eyes, and rode the wave of orgasm to its culminating peak and then cried out in surrender as she plunged over the crest, her body racked with convulsions.

  Boss ceased his fondling of her breasts and moved around her. From her position, she did not see him reach up and pull down the device attached to the ceiling, positioning it at her rear. It was his pride and joy in construction engineering, using both physical sciences and computer control.

  The arms blueprint was borrowed from an automobile factory, designed to weld numerous parts together with precision in record speed. The only difference between its original purpose and what it would be used for today was that the arc welder was removed from the end and replaced with a very special dildo.

  The dildo was nine inches in length and one and a half inches in diameter. It contained a very powerful vibrator in the base, which was externally powered, eliminating batteries and allowing for continuous operation.

  In addition, it was filled with an expandable bladder. This bladder was attached via a hose to an electric air compressor. When completely filled it would expand the dildo to a huge four inches in diameter.

  The entire mechanical arm was controlled by a computer, which had been pre-programmed with many different scenarios, or paths, which the arm would follow without compromise. The particular program that was loaded into the computers memory would provide input to the arm for a continuous loop of motions simulating thrusting and twisting of the plastic cock.

  During its course of manipulations, it would randomly vary the vibrations and diameter of the dildo as well. As a final act of control, the dildo would occasionally seep lubricant to facilitate its ease of movement.

  Not allowing Gina to recover from her orgasm, Boss swung the tip of the dildo into her still-wet pussy, pushing it in all the way to the hilt. Using a remote, he zeroed the position of the dildo, feeding the coordinates of the maximum insertion point into the computer.

  Receiving the proper acknowledgment and prompt from the computer, Boss moved the head of the dildo to a position approximately one inch inside of her pussy. Another push of the remote zeroed the coordinates of the maximum removal point of the dildo.

  Sensing the item inside of her didn’t quite meet her expectations of a normal hand-held dildo, Gina began to worry. “What are you doing?” she asked in urgency, still in pain from her bound breasts.

  Boss responded over her back, “Just relax, slave. I want to introduce you to a friend of
mine. His name is Big Daddy. And since he’s my friend, I have assured him that he could fuck you until he passed out. “Well,” he chuckled, “in this case I guess you’ll be the first one to pass out.”

  He stepped back around to her front and held the remote in his hand. Looking at her he said, “Are you ready for the ride of your life?”

  “Please, please ...” she started but stopped short with a gasp when he jabbed his finger on the execute button. The arm began by making 360-degree turns of the dildo, increasing the vibration slowly and then inching its way into her pussy. She bucked trying to escape the mechanical cock.

  For the next few minutes, the dildo began to slide in and out of her pussy, twisting and probing in random motions, quick then slow, expanding and contracting to its limits. When fully expanded, Gina’s gasps turned into grunts of pain as she tried to relax and accommodate its size.

  While the machine pumped relentlessly away, Boss went back to work on her nipples, licking and sucking them until she was panting with sexual energy.

  “Uuuhhhh....ggggghhhh!” She orgasmed quickly, releasing a loud groan in her passion.

  Boss smiled in his pleasure at his slave performing so well, far beyond his expectations. From his experience, the key was to focusing the new slave’s thoughts completely on the act of sex. Without other external thoughts, such as family or the things she left behind, the body would generally respond to continued arousal.

  Sometimes, after prolonged sessions, the new slave would go so far as to become addicted to their sexual release, abandoning all will and self-control, instead living for their next fix, not unlike a drug addict. This dependence on him for sexual gratification was what Boss wanted to instill in Gina, and he felt that so far, he was ahead of schedule.

  Unknown to Boss, Gina was a very sexual creature, nearly insatiable for sexual release, but unusually, she wasn’t as promiscuous as many of her model friends had been. She found that she could mostly satisfy her needs alone, applying exactly the right technique that produced the best orgasms, not having to deal with the male ego or less-than-adequate performance on the part of her lover.

  Gina would have died in embarrassment if anyone had discovered that she sometimes masturbated several times a day. Occasionally, she would masturbate in the morning, then again when she got home from a photo shoot, and then once more before going to bed. She especially liked to cum before bed as it allowed her to sleep better. Now, she would have more orgasms than she had ever thought possible.

  Not wanting to damage her breasts, Boss slowly untied each breast, allowing them their freedom. As the blood flowed back into her breasts, Gina gritted her teeth and groaned in the fresh pain that returned to her chest.

  Soon, the color returned and her breasts regained their normal shape and appearance. Boss played with them for a while, as a child does with a toy, and then stepped to her rear watching intently the progress of the mechanical dildo.

  Gina’s eyes closed, she felt the wave of orgasm flow over her body, time after time, as the unmerciful rubber cock penetrated her pussy. Her body shook in continuous convulsions and it was covered with her sweat.

  Adding even more stimulation to her already overloaded nervous system, Boss teased her exposed clit with his fingers, rubbing and pulling at it, watching her pussy muscles contract and expand in orgasm after orgasm.

  Her moans turned into guttural sounds as her body uncontrollably shook. Each time her body peaked over the edge of orgasm, it was not allowed to recover, instead being brought right back to orgasm with the continual stimulation in between her thighs.

  Finally, after about two hours of fucking the mechanical dick, she cried out, “OH GOD! Please. Huff. Huff… I can’t… can’t take anymore of this. Uhhh... my stomach hurts...”

  Gina’s face tightened in concentration as she plunged once more over the edge, her pussy juices long used up, the dildo now providing all the slippery lubrication needed.

  Sensing that the training session was nearing the end of its usefulness, and suspicious that anymore might actually be detrimental to his purpose, Boss reached up and aborted the computer program after only fifty replays of the basic two-minute long loop.

  However, Boss wasn’t completely done with her, he thought to himself as he reached down and stroked his throbbing cock. With a hiss of escaping air, he lowered the platform until her pussy was easily serviceable by his pulsating cock.

  “One last orgasm for yours truly,” he said to her as he plunged his cock into her pussy. It didn’t take long, his balls had been ready to explode over the last two hours of watching her writhe, and Gina, bucking in another mind blowing orgasm of her own, forced him over the edge.

  Arching his back and pounding his groin against her ass, Boss shook as he shot his cum deep inside of her. She whimpered in her exhaustion, and soon her shaking subsided to an occasional jerk as he stroked his deflating shaft back and forth in her slick hole.

  “That was good!” he exhaled. Removing his now flaccid cock from Gina’s pussy, he got to work at releasing her bonds, occasionally brushing her clit with his hand, making her gasp.

  Completely debased and stripped of her will to fight, she allowed herself to be gently lifted off the device and placed onto her feet.

  Gina’s legs were numb and she required Boss’s help to remain standing. She had nothing to say and reflected repeatedly on the intensity of the pain she had just experienced, and how she had been humiliated, and sexually fulfilled to the point where none of it mattered anymore.

  She looked at the mechanical arm with both a longing, and a fear as she thought how it would be if she was strapped to the dildo all day long. She knew she would pass out.

  To be continued….