The couple looked at their subject as the nurses brushed away the last few stray particles that clung to her and smiled broadly.
‘Very nice, and practical,’ said Oceanus.
‘Indeed, now let’s move on to the compression tests,’ commented Tethys with wanton enthusiasm, stepping back and handing her pinwheel to a nurse. The woman accepted the implement and handed back a clothespin, save that instead of a simple cheap construction of wood or plastic with a metal spring to operate the jaws, the entire thing had been engineered precisely from burnished steel.
Oceanus was still running his wheel into her inner thighs as the peg lowered towards Mina, seeking her left breast, the nipple raised and hard from the passion of their play. The metal maw opened wide and swallowed up the tender teat before closing, imposing a sudden fierce bite to it, crushing it to have Mina release a choked squall. The device was released and chilled her flesh with its cold structure, a throbbing presence stabbing into her squashed nipple. The pain sent diminishing ripples into her breasts, the waves spreading down as the summit continued to pound, the depth of the ache ever deepening as circulation was hampered and the nerves were battered into submission.
Mina wriggled a little, wincing at the severity as she shuddered and tried half-heartedly to throw the baleful toy from her flesh.
‘Don’t resist your treatment, little Nymph, it’s for your own good; the doctors know what’s best for you,’ comforted Tethys, laying a latex clad hand across Mina’s troubled brow, appeasing her as she accepted another peg and started to aim it at the other nipple.
Mina strained her eyes down, trying to watch, as though observation would give her warning and time to prepare and thus make it less painful when the clamp was set in place. But with her head strapped down she was defeated and left with her only warning being when the cold metal brushed her nipple a mere moment before the hinged mouth chewed upon its target.
Mina gurgled softly and shook, the other breast starting to pulsate with the same penetrating drumbeat of discomfort that was already well cultivated in her other asset.
The pinwheel drew along the very perimeter of her sex, causing her to cavort wildly against her bonds before it fled. Oceanus then followed his wife and took up pegs, running the chill metal tools upon her thigh before taking up a pinch of flesh. The implements closed tight and made the nugget of trapped flesh resonant with effulgent spikes of feeling. Another was set opposite the first, her shudders causing the two pegs to chime upon each other like tiny bells.
More pegs were laid down upon her, the heavy devices grabbing sections of her breasts, each being placed equally around the fleshy mounds as they shivered. Mina tried to sway them and have them avoid the mistreatment, but the blizzard of steel mouths continued to rain down on her, snagging chunk after chunk, bringing her to sobbing fits of woe.
As Tethys assailed her breasts, Oceanus took his own personal delight in bestowing her inner thighs with a steady line of the devices, the row feeding her suffering, each addition making it more acute, bolstering the ache that echoed through her frame.
Words of imploring started to well in the back of her throat. Unwilling to show weakness she bit down on them, holding them back as her instincts howled for her to just give in and beg for clemency. But her mind was a stronger voice, fuelled by stubborn pride and refusing to acquiesce.
Her whole body was defined by the pegs, each point of throbbing duress eclipsing any other sensation. A glaze of tormented sweat started to well across her silken skin, the perspiration starting to form into rivulets that ran down her shivering skin. Her short hair grew damp as she whimpered and moaned, her eyes locked to the ceiling as she was slowly swallowed up by the sensations.
‘A very hardy patient, wouldn’t you say, doctor?’ pondered Oceanus, with humour in his voice.
‘Indeed, but we should really test her vocals as well,’ replied Tethys.
‘She’s almost there; a few more choice placements and she’ll be sobbing for mercy,’ predicted Tethys, upon regarding Mina’s response to the spiteful manipulation.
‘And it will be me who gains it, doctor,’ purred Oceanus.
‘You think your skill eclipses mine, doctor?’ beamed Tethys, adopting a haughty tone as she played her part flawlessly. ‘I’ll have you know I studied erotic torture at Harvard.’
‘A wager then, eh?’ said Oceanus.
‘First one to make her scream and beg for us to stop is the greatest physician in the universe,’ answered Tethys, the exchange like wicked children betting on a sadistic game. ‘Bags first go,’ added the woman with a sudden snap, beating her partner to the place of instigator.
‘Damn,’ growled Oceanus, knowing that the one to go first had the best chance of winning, for the most vulnerable and lethal spot had yet to be exploited.
‘Sucker,’ giggled Tethys, and with spry skip she danced between Mina’s legs, twiddling a clothespin in her fingers.
‘Now where shall I put it? My oh my, where indeed?’ she pondered with bogus intensity.
‘Look, there’s only one place to chose. So do it, and if you win, its only because you cheated.’
‘I think you underestimate the stamina of our patient, doctor,’ she answered, tracing the peg down Mina’s abdomen, letting the metal drop into her navel and then slither out, sliding along on the sheen of sweat soaking her agonised form.
‘She’s a far tougher specimen than you give her credit for,’ she whispered with admiration.
The peg nestled between her legs, brushing her clitoris with evil intent. Mina stiffened with startled shock, fearful of what was about to happen. The gentle brush of the cool point to her belly started to arouse her sex, a fact she regretted bitterly. Focusing her mind she tried to control herself, to stop such a reaction, for it would just make her an easier target. But under the expert caress of the woman she stood no hope of defying her intentions.
The peg closed gently to her erect clitoris and was released. Mina gave a throe as her response, choking her squeals as she pursed her lips tightly shut and ground her teeth, her eyes screwed shut, tears of strain seeping from them to roll down and vanish into her sodden hair.
‘Told you,’ commented Tethys, upon seeing Mina hold back her words and howls.
‘Told you,’ Oceanus mockingly imitated, and slipped passed to snap one to her sex, the teeth of the device grabbing her lips and pinching them shut.
Mina’s mind was aflame, her body quaking as she was forced deeper into a storm of excruciating travail. She wanted more than anything to shriek aloud, to release the pressure of the pain welling within, but to do so was to admit defeat. The couple had pitted their diabolic skills against her fortitude and such a war pulled strings in Mina that had her striving with all her heart to beat them, to not lose, to show her superiority despite her submissive status.
Tethys added another peg below that one, increasing the stress upon her sex as it was sealed up by ruthless snaps of the pegs. She could feel others being added, each one distinct and terrible as they used every available centimetre of space to steal more pinches.
Finally, with her womb locked shut, they had to turn to other regions to try and break her. Mina was finding it harder and harder to resist, the barrage of pegs starting to ache more and more as time passed, the initial spire they installed giving way to a more subtle and defined beat that grew louder with each passing moment. The cumulative effect was eroding her resistance at a swift pace. She knew she couldn’t hold out much longer, but she wanted to persevere, to withstand as much as she could, to test her tolerances and finally be broken once assured she had gone as far as she could. But she could feel her barricades crumbling, and finally found herself unable to take any more. A croaking moan escaped her lips, and then with another peg a whistling exhale poured from her lips. Another came and she whimpered an inhale, sobbing softly as another came,
snapping her tolerance like overextended elastic.
Mina shrieked, letting her howl pour through the room, her mind releasing its answer to the pent up torture, her eyes regarding them as they stepped back and studied the final product of their devious tortures. Despite her agony, Mina felt no contempt for them, she felt as though she were undergoing some sort of rite of initiation for them, and even through the pain she felt pride in her position.
‘So I’m the winner,’ stated Oceanus smugly, looking at her shivering body, her eyes wandering randomly.
‘I’ve never seen a girl handle so much,’ said Tethys with admiration, changing the subject from that of her defeat by her husband. ‘She’s quite a find, eh beloved?’ she added, letting her hand flop out and accept his.
The two of them stood together, hand in hand, watching their prisoner sobbing for her release or at least a reprieve from the terrible pegs adorning every inch of her helpless body.
‘Indeed,’ he answered absently, putting an arm round and kissing his partner.
The sight of them locked in each other’s embrace made Mina burn with envy. She wanted to feel such pleasure, to be held and comforted, loved and adored in such ways.
‘Shall we release her?’ asked Oceanus, his wife’s hand upon his rampant length.
‘No, not just yet.’
The loss of the peg at Mina’s clitoris was by far the emperor of all her pain, making her awareness of reality devolve into a whirlwind of colour and suffering for long minutes as she recovered from its flight. The others that followed in its wake were minor compared to it.
She heard some vague commands being issued, although unable to make out what was being said, her ears ringing from her own cries and her head a dizzy storm. She felt the rounded head of a dildo kiss her opening, lubricated with a subtle gel. Sponsored by this ooze, the length opened her and pushed in, filling her entirely.
But then, a moment after the wonderful sensation of intrusion washed away a good portion of her clamped woe, there came a secondary effect. Realising now that the viscous substance that had so easily allowed entry had in fact been embrocating cream, Mina once more lurched against the plexus of straps responsible for subduing her. With eyes bulging from shock she clenched her tracts against the trespasser, trying to expel it, to get the accursed thing free, but all she could do was ensure she spread more of the venomous gel about her most susceptible regions.
Every nerve was howling its bitterness at being treated with the substance, the intensity so severe that she would have believed her loins were melting had she not a faith in the underlying benevolence of her owners. They cared for her, they did what they did out of a twisted sense of love.
The effects started to slowly dwindle, receding at a pace that Mina found torturously lethargic, but finally she started to settle, finding the level of distress wrought by the pegs a comforting burden compared to that which the cream had created.
Whoever it was that wielded the dildo continued to rub it back and forth, thrusting it phlegmatically into her from root to tip and back again. Mina had no idea whether the manipulation of the toy had been occurring since its initial entry, for the resulting tempest of sorrow had drowned out all other awareness of what was being visited onto her defenceless form. She would have loved to see herself after this event, to watch a recording of her trial at the hands of these two implacable sadists. She would love to hear her screams and babbled words, to study her responses in the cold aftermath of the event, to see all she had missed or not noticed because of the unbearable and wonderful sensations thrown through her physique. The pair had pushed her beyond her tolerances, shown her that she could be broken to their will, and as she felt the plastic shaft burrowing into her, riding against her clit and making her sniffle with pleasure, she could see the wisdom in it. She felt owned, her defiance diminished a little more, the couple having proved who were the rulers here, and who was the humble subject.
The rod was drawn free before she was brought to orgasm, and set aside. Mina whimpered softly, hoping they would continue, but they declined to give her release until they had finished with her tuition in the fine subtleties of pain. Whatever lesson they intended next, she was eager to receive it. Her eyes were fluttering, her senses reeling as her body tried to cope with what had been done to it and restore some semblance of normality.
Breathing in a mixture of steady rasps and panting wheezes, Mina felt someone touch her rear. She was too weak to do anything save shiver slightly on her demanding bed. A meagre groan slipped her lips as she felt fingers intrude, a latex sheathed hand applying some sort of lubricant to her rear. For a horrible moment she thought they were subjecting her anus to the terror of the embrocating cream, but no attack swept through her sphincter, only the soft pleasure of fingers probing her, sweeping the gel inside and out.
In the wake of the fingers she felt a sphere touch the prepared opening, and instead of the dildo, she felt pressure start to open her wider and wider. Little storms of discomfort started to rise, and ascend, quickly becoming painful as a large object demanded entry with ever increasing force. It was occasionally released so that her anus might force it back, close, and gain a moment’s respite to catch its breath before the orb continued its attack. Again and again the ball pushed at her, seeking entrance, stretching her, making her more amiable to its demands.
The hemisphere reached her rear and her tracts gulped the whole thing greedily in. Arching up, she gasped at the sudden sensation, so strange and yet so alluring. She could feel the ball slithering into her, and in addition there was a subtler clue - that of a string attached to it.
A moment later a second ball leant against her anus, and relaxing as best she could, Mina gasped as it was fed into her, nudging up against the one already loitering inside. Another was introduced, and another, all linked together on a single string and stretching into her passage.
‘Now you be a good patient and don’t spit any of those out, or maybe we won’t reward you,’ warned Oceanus, slapping her hovering rump.
‘And that would be a pity, because you certainly deserve your reward,’ offered Tethys, stepping beside Mina’s head, her latex clad form towering over her, a bleak angel that stared down with a smile and dark eyes of penetrating jet. ‘You’ve been a very good patient, and it’d be a shame for you to miss out on it.’
‘R-r-reward?’ panted Mina, her lips dry, her throat hoarse.
‘Yes, little one,’ she said, and indicated her husband. ‘It’s time for you to amuse us with other responses now.’
A thrumming mechanised growl broke into life, akin to the signal of a vibrator, but slightly different. Straining her head against the forehead strap she tried to see what he was going to do, but could not see until he lifted it up towards her breasts, holding it high so she could.
The magic wand was a white handle, a power cable spilling from its base with a switch that elected steady or rapid oscillations or an off position. A stout black strut bore the rounded drum that was now a blur of frantic movement, thrashing with wild vibrations.
The head brushed her nipple and made her gasp at the physical joy of its touch. The light connection sent wild shudders into her flesh, stimulating the sensitive nerves, making them sing with rapture. The device kissed the other teat and started to wind a path down her abdomen, heading for her loins.
‘Oh god, oh yes,’ she muttered, her expectation rising as she felt the instrument wandering lower and lower. When it laid tentatively against her clitoris she almost screamed with response. It was wonderful, especially after the heady dark delights of her torment, her sex answering the wand with even more enthusiasm. Shaking, she closed her eyes and savoured the event as Oceanus moved it in slothful circles, cultivating even more bliss for their property.
‘Does my slave enjoy that?’ Tethys purred, stroking Mina’s moist hair.
‘Oh yes, Lady, thank yo
u, thank you so much,’ she blurted without even considering her words.
‘Would my slave like to service her owner?’ she quizzed.
Mina’s eyes flashed open and she found Tethys glaring down at her, rubbing her own loins, the latex creaking softly as she glared expectantly down at Mina.
‘Oh y-yes... let me service you,’ she stammered, eager to have the luscious female straddle her face so Mina could taste of her, pleasure her even more, have a latex clad form ride her features, use her as the pleasure chattel she was.
‘You had best do a good job, or we’ll have to punish you,’ she warned.
‘I’ll do well, Lady, I promise,’ testified Mina with heartfelt conviction.
‘You had better; our standards are high, and we do not tolerate false proclamations of skill,’ added the woman, giving Mina one last chance to retract her profession that she was an adept at the arts of cunnilingus.
‘I won’t fail you, Lady, I’ll do my best,’ Mina confirmed. Even if she had never done this before she would have willingly agreed to do it. Whatever the punishment was, no matter how distressing, she would have accepted it to have this gorgeous and domineering female ride her face and extract her pleasures as she wished.
‘Good girl,’ muttered Tethys, and reached to her loins where a covert black zip was lowered. The darkness of the room and the shadows cast by the white coat had helped hide the black metal fastener from Mina’s eyes, and as its steel teeth chattered and let the slit part, Mina licked her lips with ebullience.
Tethys peeled off the coat and tossed it aside, readying herself for unhindered use of her possession. The image of the woman burned itself into Mina’s memory as she swung a leg over the headrest, her latex clad rear hovering just out of Mina’s reach, the dark polished sheet stretched tight across her pert rear, her firm thighs filling the corners of Mina’s sight. The image started to slowly lower, Mina’s eyes wide, soaking up the vision as she was rocked by pleasure from the wand.
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