By Judicial Decree

by Commander James Bondage

  Then her vision began to contract, a circle of darkness closing all around, until it seemed that she was looking through a tunnel, then a little tube, then a keyhole, then a pinhole, until at last there was only nothingness. But she was still alive, her body still screaming for oxygen. Why could she not just die? she wondered.

  Then she was falling through the blackness. Was this the end? Was she dead? But if she was, how could she be thinking these thoughts?

  She felt a thump. She found her feet, her legs, her body, in contact with the ground, the constriction on her throat relaxed. She was alive! Olivia remained unmoving where she had fallen, as Caine stooped over her to remove the noose. She gulped in air gratefully, vowing never to take breathing for granted again.

  “Did I understand you to say that you would be happy to be my slave?” he inquired, lifting her delicate chin to look her in the eye. “Is that that what you said?”

  She was still gasping, not yet able to speak, but she nodded her head violently several times.

  “I will give you this one more, and absolutely last, chance,” he said, releasing her chin and squatting down before her prostrate form. “This will be a test for you, a life or death test. Pass it, and you will live. Fail, and you will die, and I assure you that I can make a hanging like this last all day. Do you understand and accept my terms?”

  Her eyes were wide as she nodded again. “Yes…” she panted, “yes… I under… stand… master.”

  He sat on the platform beside her. “The test is simple. You must prove that you can please me sexually,” he said. “You must know by now that what I like most, what I find most stimulating, is hurting beautiful women like yourself, hurting and humiliating them. You can only please me by asking me, begging me, to hurt you in whatever way you find the most painful, and to humiliate you in the way that is most degrading in your own mind. You must do this in a way that will end by you sexually satisfying me. Do not think about trying to trick me, or fob me off with anything less than I have described. I will know.”

  She looked into the frozen vacuum of his eyes, and knew that the last was true. He could never fool him in such a test. Too much knowledge of pain and ancient cruelty lived behind those eyes. She nodded slowly.

  “May my hands be untied for the test, master?” she asked.

  He nodded, and released her.

  She thought immediately of one thing that she had always loathed, but she was not sure whether it would get him excited. She decided to try it.

  “Master, do you have any enemas here?” she asked.

  He nodded, and pointed to a large white cabinet. “In the second drawer, you’ll find everything you need.”

  She went to the cabinet. “I never liked the idea of anyone seeing me, uh, evacuate. Even when I was a very little girl I would chase my mother out of the toilet stall, because I hated having anyone see me.” As she spoke, she was rooting through the drawer. She pulled out an oblong rubber bag with a narrow neck and a thick stopper in the opening from which ran a length of plastic hose. She rooted through the drawer, searching for something else.

  “When I was eight, I came down with some disease and couldn’t move my bowels for two weeks,” she continued. “They took me to the hospital and gave me enemas…” she held up a small, rubber dumbbell-shaped object, and she turned to Caine. “Is this a… umm… a butt-plug, master? I’m not sure. I’ve never seen one before.”

  Caine nodded.

  “They watched me when they gave me the enemas,” she continued, returning to him, carrying the bag, hose and plug. “I hated them more than anything, those enemas, and they watched me, nurses, my mother, doctors, I suppose. I wanted to kill them. I wanted to die from shame.” Her face reddened as she told this story. “I promised myself that I would never let one of those things inside me again, even if I would die without it.” A single tear formed and rolled down her cheek as she remembered. “And I let never anyone, not even my husband see me on the... toilet.”

  “Master, will you please confine my arms behind, in some very uncomfortable way?” she asked.

  Wordlessly, Caine rose and went to a glass case. From the case he removed a kind of harness made of leather straps and buckles. He motioned her to turn her back, and then put the harness on her and tightened it. It went around her neck and both shoulders, and under her arms. In the back were two wrist-sized loops. Caine took her right arm, bent it at the elbow behind her back, and forced the wrist up to the vicinity of her left shoulder blade. She winced and groaned involuntarily from the pain, but made no move to escape nor voiced any protest. He opened the wrist strap, put her hand through, and tightened it again. Olivia could feel her tendons creaking in protest. It felt as if her right shoulder was being torn from her body. She remained patiently in place as he did the same thing to her left arm. She clenched her teeth, and only a soft moan escaped her lips.

  Caine studied her. Olivia’s face was contorted with agony, and tears poured down her face. “Is that as painful as it looks?” he asked.

  “God, yes… it’s horrible,” she ground out. “Now, master, do you have…” she paused to let a wave of pain pass, so that she could speak again, “…a way to hold me in place by my nipples?”

  “Over here,” he directed. They came to a ten-foot-tall structure made of galvanized poles and wires, with various clamps, handcuffs, restraints and electrical leads attached. It was obviously designed to inflict suffering. To Olivia’s eyes, it looked like something glimpsed in a nightmare.

  Her breasts were already thrust far forward and up in a most inviting fashion by the pressure the harness put on her shoulders. She gestured with her nipples, making her lovely breasts jiggle. “Please hook me up, master,” she said.

  He pulled down a wire from the horizontal bar over her head. The wire had a saw-toothed clamp on the end. He attached the clamp to Olivia’s right nipple, making her jump and emit a little scream.

  He got another wire, and did the same for her left nipple. This time she was prepared, and she merely grimaced and hissed softly through her teeth when it bit into her tender bud.

  Caine reached up again and began manipulating the wires, causing the clamps to withdraw up and away from the suffering Olivia. Only by standing on her toes could she keep the clamps from drawing painfully on her nipples. If she went dropped down to stand more normally, it felt as if her nipples would be ripped off.

  “Anything else before I administer the dose?” he asked her.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “Oh god that hurts! I think you should… invite someone in to watch. I might drop dead from the humiliation.”

  “I can do better than that,” he replied. He picked up a phone and spoke into it quietly for a minute or so. All that she could hear was, “…and tell them to bring cameras.”

  He turned back to Olivia.

  “Well, do you have a request?” he demanded.

  “Ah… yes master, oh… please,” she began. She was having considerable difficulty concentrating. “I beg you to give me an enema and plug me up,” she said, with an effort.

  He went away for a moment, and soon returned with a purple glass bottle. He poured the contents of the bottle into the rubber bag until it bulged, and then replaced the stopper and hose. As he worked, he said, “This mixture is my own special formula. It’s like a volcano in your bowels.” Olivia shuddered.

  There was a knock on the door, and Caine called out, “Come on in!”

  The door opened, and fifteen of Caine’s female servants crowded into the room. Several of them were holding cameras.

  “Good, you’re just in time,” he greeted them. “Come over to get a good view. I want both still and motion pictures of this.”

  He turned to address Olivia. “Were you going to ask me to do something, Mrs. Addison?”

  “Ahh… yes, master. I beg you to give me that enema, and plug me up,” she said again. She could not control the bright blush of shame that started on her forehead and spread over her shoulders and the upper
summits of her superbly displayed breasts.

  He hung the bag from a hook high up on one of the poles and threaded the plastic tube deep into her rectum. As the bag emptied into her, Olivia hardly noticed it. She was busy trying not to start screaming from the agony throbbing in her shoulders, arms and nipples.

  When the bag was emptied, Caine removed the hose and went behind Olivia to insert the plug.

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered.

  She did so very slowly, hissing and occasionally yelping with pain. When she opened her legs, she sank a little lower, and consequently, the clamps tugged her breasts in the other direction.

  Caine spat on the plug, and after a brief struggle, forced the one wide end through the brown starburst of her anus. It was not a moment too soon.

  “Oh, my stomach!” Olivia exclaimed. “My insides are… ahh!” she screamed in pure agony, twisting violently.

  Caine approached until he was an inch away from her face. “How does it feel, Mrs. Addison?” He could feel an erection stirring.

  “Oh, master, it’s terrible… a cramp… I’m going to explode,” she cried. The trickle of tears had become a waterfall. “Please help me,” she said without any hope.

  Caine slapped her face, making tears fly through the air. “Aren’t you going to thank me for this lovely party, Mrs. Addison? Why, you’re the center of attention. It’s just like the old days,” he told her.

  “Oh, ow, yes, thank you, master… ahh!… I-I’m dying… th-thank you… for give… giving me this… party, mas… ter… ohh!” she stuttered.

  “But my dear,” Caine said again, “don’t you think you’d like a nice whipping? I’m sure your guests wouldn’t mind. You’d all enjoy seeing Mrs. Addison whipped a little, wouldn’t you?” he asked, turning to the crowd of servants.

  “Yes… that would be great… sounds like fun…” the servants mumbled in agreement, each glad they were not in the beautiful blonde’s place.

  “Ye… oh g-god!… master… would you please… oooooohhhhh!...” she screamed like a lost soul in hell when a particularly bad cramp hit her like a truck. “Please whip me!” she screamed. A tiny part of her hoped that the whipping might provide a distraction from what was happening in her traitorous insides.

  A snake whip cracked and slashed across her naked thighs, leaving a burning pink welt behind. Another stroke caught the undersides of both breasts sharply, and making the sweet globes bounce and the toothed clamps bite her nipples. She cried out in wordless agony.

  “Spread your legs wider,” came the pitiless order from her master. “I want to whip your cunt.”

  Reluctantly, she did, and he instantly sent the whip to sting her tender nether lips. Olivia screamed and jumped. This was a mistake. The sudden motion sent the fluid sloshing around in her bowels, and another tremendous cramp struck her. She wanted to bend over and curl in a ball, but the horrid wires on her nipples would not allow it. She almost did anyway. She made a strange animal sound, like a dying elk.

  Caine whipped her for twenty minutes. Her gastric distress increased with each of those minutes. By the end, she was unable to talk, almost unable to think. Her hair was matted with sweat, her despairing face soaked with tears, her lovely body striped with angry red lines.

  “Would you like to relieve yourself, Mrs. Addison?” Caine asked, leaning in close.

  She stared with her eyes almost popping out of her head, and nodded enthusiastically.

  “Get me a bucket, please, Mia,” he said to one of the servant girls.

  He placed the galvanized pail on the ground next to his victim.

  “Then all you need to do is to ask me prettily for permission to empty your bowels in front of your guests, and you will be permitted to relieve yourself,” he said.

  She wanted to do it, to beg him, she wanted to, damn it, but it was so hard to speak. Had she forgotten how to talk, and was she condemned to remain tied up here forever, with a bowel full of this volcano juice? No! She could not give up!

  “P…” was all she could manage, at first, but it was definitely progress. At least she could make a sound. Now all she had to do she had to was find some words. As she was building up her strength for this challenge, another cramp hit, the worst yet. The pain was so great that she sagged in her bonds, paying no mind to the possibility of her nipples being torn free from her body. All her tears had long been expended, and her body shook as she sobbed, dry-eyed and almost silent.

  “I think I understand your request,” Caine said. He was afraid that in her current state, Olivia might do some permanent damage to herself, which would be a terrible waste, now that she was suffering so obediently and excitingly.

  He released the nipple clamps, and she instantly squatted down, in an instinctive attempt to relieve the terrible pressure inside. Caine lifted her bottom, and maneuvered into position on the pail, while keeping his hand on the butt-plug. When she was seated, he said, “Spread your legs wide, so that everyone can get good pictures.” As soon as she did, and he popped the plug out and stepped back.

  Olivia screamed like a madwoman, the tendons in her neck standing out like cords, her eyes squeezed shut, her face dark red with effort. There was liquid explosion in and around the bucket as she expelled the contents of her colon. The fluid splashed back up out of the pail through every tiny opening that was not filled by Olivia’s legs and buttocks.

  “Ahhhh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!” was the sum total of her vocalizations for the next few minutes. At last she was empty, and the cramps stopped squeezing her midsection like a giant hand compressing a human toothpaste tube.

  She relaxed on the bucket, her eyes still closed, and sighed in relief. For a moment, the rest of the world ceased to exist: there was only her and a zinc lined pail. A voice brought her back.

  “Well done, Mrs. Addison,” said Caine. “That was a magnificent bowel movement. Perhaps we should have you put on a show at the Yule Pageant.” He began to applaud, and the servants joined in.

  Olivia’s head drooped low. She bent at the waist and rested her head between her knees. The shame was overwhelming. It was like having an organ removed without anesthetic. She wished she could be struck down with a heart attack or a stroke, anything to end this, the worst moment of her life. She castigated herself for being such a coward that she would do anything, even this, to survive another day. Why, she wondered, was it so hard to die? And how could she go on living with herself after displaying herself this way?

  Caine’s blood pounded in his ears and his cock stood rigidly at attention. He had originally feared that this slave would prove shallow and comparatively uninteresting, but it seemed that she hidden depths after all. He was gratified to discover that underneath the arrogant upper-class surface was hidden a sensitive soul, capable of delightful suffering.

  “Hose,” he said, putting his hand out behind. Someone put a rubber hose with a squirt nozzle end in his hand. He squeezed the trigger, and a flood of icy cold water soaked Olivia, who screamed briefly in shock.

  “Since you’re all clean now, I suppose you’ll want to have a good long ass-fuck, isn’t that right, Mrs. Addison?” Caine asked.

  She raised her head and looked at him bleakly. “Yes, master. Won’t you please fuck my ass?”

  “You like it that way, do you?” he asked. “Do you enjoy being buggered in front of an audience?”

  “Yes, master,” she agreed. “I like it. I like it any way that pleases you.”

  Caine unstrapped her from the harness, and Olivia sighed in relief when the terrible pressure on her shoulders was finally released. But Caine had done this only to allow her to get into position for her next ordeal.

  “Get on all fours and keep your ass high,” he ordered. His fingers opened the warm pouch between her legs and explored the interior. She was dry, as he had suspected she would be.

  He turned to the servants. “Kim,” he said. A pretty Asian girl stepped to front of the crowd. “Get her warmed up with your mouth, until she’s right on the
edge.”

  “Yes, sir,” replied the girl, moving quickly to kneel behind Olivia. The oriental girl opened the rosy petals of Olivia’s pouch and extended her tongue inside.

  Olivia blushed again. She had never let a woman touch her, and although she had had some good offers from some influential society matrons. To her, the very idea was disgusting. Now, a strange girl was freely sticking her tongue up Olivia’s pussy, and in front of an audience, no less. She wondered if Caine would give her a failing grade on her test if she did not respond to this lesbian cunnilingus. She was not capable of being aroused… at this point Olivia realized that she was not only capable of enjoying the attentions of Kim’s tongue, she was actually enjoying it, and was in fact coming close to having an orgasm. Her hips began to sway from side to side in an attempt to match the movements of that wonderful tongue.

  “Don’t stop, Kim,” she implored silently, as she built up to what she knew would be a huge climax.

  “That’s enough now, thank you, Kim,” she heard Caine say. “I’ll take over.” Olivia was unable to completely suppress a groan of disappointment, although she was able to bite her tongue, and keep from asking aloud for Kim to continue.

  She felt Caine’s fingers invade her now-dripping pussy. He transported some of the slippery lubricant to her smaller aperture, smearing it around the little ring and inside it.

  He leaned close to her ear as he worked, and whispered, “What else can we do that would be more humiliating?”

  “More than being ass-fucked in public?” she asked. She considered for a moment, then replied, “I suppose if the man who had used me so horribly were to bring me to climax, it would…”

  “I will fuck you in the ass,” he said, carefully extracting his turgid organ from his pants and flopping it down between Olivia smooth ass-cheeks. “You will beg me to fuck you, and then beg me to let you lick me clean. If you are very lucky, I may let you come. Begin.”

  “Please, master, please fuck me,” she said, rather dully. She waited for the painful entry of his oversized meat in her undersized hole, but nothing happened.