The strain on her shoulders and thighs was becoming agonizing. Krystal’s head hung down, her long blonde hair curtaining her face. Mike had moved from her, taking something down from the wall. When she looked up again, she saw him raising a large object over her head, straps dangling from a bottom iron ring. A hood of some sort! A mask of leather being fitted over head, pressing hard against her forehead!
Krystal struggled, twisting her head around, jerking it from side to side, doing anything to keep it from moving down over her eyes. Nothing could prevent that. Mike was standing on a small stool, drawing the tight-fitting hood over her chin. A firm ring of soft metal was squeezed tight around her throat.
“No breathing! Uhhfhhfhfhfhfffffff!”
Her voice was muffled by the hood. But somehow the girl had managed to get it across that the leather hood was blocking her mouth and nose. Mike adjusted the leather mask, fitting her nose into a slight protrusion in the device where two fairly large holes permitted breathing. Krystal also found there was a zippered mouth opening, now closed, opposite her mouth. Mike opened it, slipping something past it against her lips. At first she thought it was his cock. Then the girl realized it was something hard and cold — a rubber tube, it seemed.
“Open up, Krystal… open up or I’ll jam this thing down into your belly until you vomit!”
It was hard latex, so hard that even biting down couldn’t make any real impression. Mike pushed it into the girl’s mouth, sliding it until it was opposite her tonsils. Zipping the mouth opening of the hood tight against the tube kept it fixed in place. The next moment, Krystal found the other end of the tube brushing over her cuntal mound.
“You see, it’s another form of bringing you around to self-discipline. Nothing will happen if you can control yourself,” he went on, sliding the tube into her pussy, working it up until at least three inches were buried in her cunt.
Krystal found her still-warm vaginal muscles tightening around the cool intrusion as if it were a cock. “I’ll make sure you don’t try pushing this thing out by working it in… here!”
“Aghghghgfhfhfhfhfffffffffff!”
He jammed the tube right into her urethra, laughing as her shrieks echoed through the room. Catheterized! And he was fitting something around her hips — a belt of some sort with straps that were attached to the tube, keeping it in place.
“Now, if you keep control, nothing’ll happen,” Mike explained. “But if you lose control, you’ll be drinking you own piss!”
And Krystal was reasonably certain Mike would do everything in his power to make her lose control. This was yet another horrid lesson, another terror she would have to endure — and all because her mother had wanted her disciplined!
CHAPTER TEN
“Now, then, all that’s in place,” Mike said, checking the mouth fitting, tugging the hose, and making sure it was shoved all the way into her throat.
Krystal swallowed hard, the rubber tube making her gag. She could feel her bladder filling, rebelling against the foreign object prodding her sensitive flesh. No. No. She had to keep control. She had to prevent her body from giving up, from releasing the urine that would surely choke her! What was terrible was the fact that Krystal couldn’t see what Mike was doing. The leather hood fitted tightly over her eyes, no slits available for sight.
“Maybe I’d like to see just how sensitive your apples are.”
Krystal could hear him breathing, breathing like the aroused animal he was. He was behind her now, feeling her asscheeks, rubbing his fingers up and down her tight little asscrack. There was fumbling. And then she heard the sound of something stroking against sandpaper. Matches! He was lighting matches around her, and Krystal couldn’t do a thing about it. She tugged at the wretched bonds, her body taut, damp with perspiration while the smell grew more and more intense. In a moment she felt the heat of a burning match up against the right side of her face. She stood still, her cheeks twitching, her spittle gathering behind the tube as the girl waited for the burning touch of the flame.
“Uhhhfhhfhffffff!”
He was moving the flames around the leather hood, then down to the base of her throat. Twice the tip of the fire brushed against her throat, singeing her flesh lightly, making the girl cry out then whimper as she pulled futilely at the overhead chains. Mike chuckled softly to himself, drawing the fire up to her forehead, then back down to her throat, finally placing it right below her left nipple. Again, the teen swallowed hard, feeling the kissing warmth of the fire against her tit tip.
“You’re getting hard there, Krystal. In spite of your fear, you’re getting aroused. Are you always like this, Krystal?”
“Mmmfmfmmfffff!”
She wanted to scream, no! She wanted to tell him to take that wretched fire from her nipple! But all she could do was think of the pain that would soon rack her body! She shuddered, feeling her thigh muscles twitch. When Mike let the tip of the flame barely touch her nipple, the girl shrieked, jerking her head back and biting down on the latex hose. It was as if someone had pricked her nipple with a tiny hot piss. Still the terror of not being able to see what was happening gripped her heart like an icy hand. She lost control, and in a second Krystal tasted something very warm and salty in her mouth and throat: piss! She was pissing on herself and in herself, gagging on her own urine! Coughing, her nostrils and eyes burning from the dry heaves rocking her, the young teen managed to regain control and close off her throat to the piss.
“You see what can happen when you’re not careful,” Mike said, guessing what had occurred. “Now we’re going to try again.”
The fire grew hot around her right nipple, the heat like a painful licking tongue touching her tit tip, making the pink flesh red and stiff stretching up from around her wrinkling areola. Krystal’s knees shivered as Mike moved the match from her nipple, then finally shoved it hard up against the tip. The fire was burning her! She could smell the burning flesh just as the shock of pain blew into her head.
“Eaghghghghf!”
Krystal felt herself pining again, her bladder muscles fluttering, sending up streamers of urine through the black tube and into her throat. She coughed and gagged, fearing she would choke on the piss if she didn’t swallow fast. The match was gone, thank God! She could hear Mike swearing, and guessed he had burned himself from his curse-Good! He should suffer for all the pain and agony he was causing her.
“Let me try something a little stronger for this, Krystal. You’re getting a little better at control. You stopped your own urine just after you started pissing on yourself. Good. Now, here’s a good challenge for you.”
There were sounds — terrible, scraping sounds on the floor in a moment. She could hear Mike working on something, a gentle slapping and tugging sound reaching her muffled ears. Moments later, she felt something entering her cunt, something other than a tube. It was smaller than a pencil — a rod of some sort, the tip poking against her inner labes. Mike was making sure it was firmly in place before moving onto her tits.
Krystal’s nipples were still sore from the burning she had received earlier. And now she felt something very sharp, something that was biting her tit tips. The young blonde teen drew back, her wrists cut by the straps again, her nerves parting in her arms as another clamp chewed into her other nipple.
“Now to make sure I’ve got all the options covered, your slitter’s gonna get it too.”
What was he doing? Krystal felt something very sharp scraping along her buttocks, making them shiver and break into goosebumps. Mike was spreading her asscheeks with one hand, inserting that wire-like thing into her shitter and spearing it down, down until it was well embedded in her bowels. It was only then he moved up front and began tugging at the tit clamps.
“They’re not ordinary clamps, Krystal. They’re very special,” he said, his voice almost musical with laughter.
He was backing away, moving to a position some feet to her right. The girl cocked her head to one side, straining her hearing, trying to guess what h
e had in store for her.
A buzzing sound! There it was, a steady pulsing sound that suddenly reached her ears. She straightened her head, trying to think of what it reminded her of. Something mechanical, of course. Something that… oh God, a generator! He had switched on a generator that Krystal was sure was connected to her body!
There was a buzzing, tugging sensation Krystal felt at first around her nipples and cunt. She squirmed, biting down on the latex tube more in fear than in pain. It was such an odd feeling and not necessarily an unpleasant one. The young teen squeezed her ass muscles together, working her firm asscheeks against the wire, now alive with current in her asshole.
“I see you enjoy this,” Mike said with another laugh. “Most girls start going hysterical at this point. But you only want more. That’s just what you’re gonna get.”
“Ummmmffffff!”
It was as if someone had kicked her in the belly. Krystal noticed immediately the change in the sound of the generator. At the same time, the pulse dug harder into her nipples, cunt and ass. She jerked, making the chains rattle overhead. Gooseflesh erupted around her aureoles and pussy, her thigh muscles riding while her asscheeks jiggled against one another. Krystal began to shiver, noticing now her cunt began to itch. It was another orgasm on the make. The girl could tell that immediately. Strung up like this, Krystal could see she was going to cum once more.
“Oooooffffff!”
She could taste it, taste more piss rising through the tube and entering her mouth. Again, the teen tried forcing herself to control her bladder muscles. But the pulsing electricity was taking her mind off these things. She could feel her cunt starting to stiffen, to push up from the surrounding pink, moist flesh and get very, very hard while her nipples were stiffening. Strange sensations blasting from her asshole to her pussy were making the girl twist and moan on the chains. Another notch up, and Krystal thought she was going to shit on herself.
“Now, for the hard stuff!”
Another notch up! Krystal felt the current leap through her body, making the muscles contract and relax without her will. She twisted around, biting down hard on the rubber tube while her temples throbbed and she heard a ringing sound that got louder and louder as the seconds passed. Her tits jumped, slapping together while her nipples became swollen with blood. Her belly muscles knotted until they cramped while her cunt began opening and closing like the valves of a clam.
“Uhhhfhhhfhhfffff!”
Her bladder relaxed again, sending a stream of hot, stinging urine into her throat. It was all Krystal could do to keep her wits and swallow it. Her stomach reacted, rebelling against the piss and nearly making her puke.
“That’s it, baby, play along with me! You’re gonna take the full setting when I get through with you.”
From what Krystal could tell, Mike’s voice was getting thick and broken again, a sure sign he was as excited as she. But Krystal couldn’t really tell. The electricity tearing through her body was taking up all her attention. When Mike dialed the machine another tone higher, Krystal lost all control. Piss shot into her mouth, foaming around the corners of her lips and dribbling down her chin. Some of it she swallowed, making her stomach tie up in knots and contract. Her asshole was opening and closing, biting down on the wire while the current ripped through her bowels. It felt as if shards of glass were scratching her nipples, cunt and shitter. Her asshole contracted suddenly, a fist of air bursting from her bowels nearly dislodging the wires shoved down deep in her shitter.
“Uhhfhfhfhhfhhfffff!”
Krystal wished he would rape her, tear her down and take her like the animal she was — anything but keep her dangling here like a hunk of meat. But Mike only cranked the machine higher. Krystal felt as if she were struck with a runaway truck. Her tits and belly and cunt were ripped to pieces by fiery knives. Her bones seemed to throb, the joints becoming swollen and achey. Krystal screamed the shout of the damned. But her cries were choked behind the rubber tube.
“Ughghghhghhghgh… ahhhhhhh!”
Another setting. Krystal writhed, juice and piss gushing from her mouth. Her lips were purple, diamonds of spittle standing out. Cunt juice oozed from her slit, running down her flexing, ridged thighs. The pain inside her body was like some enormous beast stalking about, gnawing at her guts. Krystal wished she could faint. But the electricity kept her conscious. It was at this point the girl felt her climax erupt — a power combating the electricity at first, then finally joining it, magnified by the stinging current.
She shuddered and jerked on the chains, her head becoming a blur now as Krystal thought her life would surely be over. He would electrocute her, frying her to a crisp while she fought against the chain bonds holding her firmly to the floor and ceiling.
“Shit!”
Mike couldn’t take much more. With a rapid movement, he shut the machine down. It was as if someone had pushed her down a flight of steps. Krystal kept screaming, her body quivering. But the power that had been driving into her like an impaling stake was gone. He pulled out the tube, ripping it from her urethra.
Krystal screamed loudly now, sobbing and shrieking while her ass jiggled up and down. Without a word, Mike slapped her until she came around, reaching up and taking the bonds from her wrist. She fell to the floor, knocking herself half-unconscious. That was when he threw himself stop her, kicking her knees apart and mounting her like a dog in the gutter.
“No, uhhhhh!”
Mike didn’t care. In a moment, he impaled his cock in her, raping her while her ankles were still bound to the cement floor. Krystal felt this new humiliation and wailed. When, oh dear God, would it all end?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Uhf! Uhf! Uh!”
Her mouth was soured with the taste of her own piss. Her shoulders and arms and legs ached from the bonds and from the electricity that had torn through her body. And still Mike was raping her. He held onto her shoulders, purposely forcing her into an uncomfortable position, slamming her head against the floor several times while putting his full weight on her thighs and belly. Krystal retched as his cock punched into her cunt again and again.
“Damned, little bitch! You like this, love it especially after you got a taste of that, right?” he said, jerking his head back indicating the generator.
“Yes, yes, damn it!”
There! She’d admitted it, told him the secret, told him in four words he’d been right all along. The pain, the humiliation, the discipline had all had their effect on her. Krystal knew she was going to like this, enjoy everything about Mike and the school from now on. In a flash of thrilling realization, she knew it.
“Little bitch! Goddamned little whore!” he cried, backhanding her, his knuckles bruising her cheeks. He slapped her again, angling his body so his cock would rub hard against her clit. Krystal let out a cry of rage and greed, hugging him as best she could with her knees, wrapping her arms around his back and drawing him in deeper. She felt his cockhead rummaging around in her pussy, going down so very very deep while his balls nestled against the soft saddle of her thighs.
“Uhhhfhhhh!”
Mike was tearing her apart, using his cock as a weapon of war. Lust began boiling again, rattling her brain while his prick ground her insides like mortar pulverized by a pestle. He grunted, a beast in rut, twisting his body around so Krystal could feel his cock working in her pussy. And then she could feel the hot, hard spurt of his jizz splashing in her pussy, filling her up, dribbling out from around the stretched flesh of her outer labes. He arched his spine, closing his eyes and shaking mightily while more and more cum boiled into her cunt slit. It was some time before he stiffened again, shaking the perspiration from his face and pulling out of her pussy.
Krystal lay there for several moments, getting back her breath. She blinked her eyes clear, looking about the room. She had a new feeling now about all this. There wasn’t the fear, the sheer terror she had experienced the first time they had stripped her and shoved her into a torture chamber. There was so
me fear, of course. But surmounting that was curiosity and a desire to push herself to the brink of ultimate pleasure. This, Krystal began to vaguely realize, was something Mike could do. The girl found herself smiling, turning her face away from the big man so he couldn’t see her softening. Not yet. There would be time for that.
Lying there, feeling Mike’s jizz oozing from her pussy slot and running down her thighs, Krystal almost wished he would truss her back up in chains again and shove those clamps and wires back in her cunt. It would be worth it — the tearing agony, the cramping muscles, if in the end he would fuck the life from her with his killer cock.
“I almost forgot,” Mike said with a grin. “I’ve got a surprise for you. A visitor!”
Her mother! Krystal’s thoughts suddenly snapped alert. Her mother had thrown her in here and slammed the door in her face. She growled, tugging at her chains.
“Now, that’s no way to think about your own mother,” Mike said, shaking his head. “I’ll go get her. She’ll want to see you like this.”
“No! Never! I don’t want to see that bitch ever!” Krystal shrieked out after him.
Krystal began crying, sorry she had screamed those terrible words. She shouldn’t call her mother those names. Carla probably didn’t know the extent of what was going on here at the school. And after all, she did try to stop her daughter in a way from entering the building. It had been Krystal’s big idea to rush up the stairs and inside the building like a fly throwing itself into the net of a spider. Carla, in all fairness, had tried to hold her back. But then, of course, it was far too late. Krystal stopped, blinking away the tears. What would her mother think now, seeing her daughter stretched on the floor of this room, cum oozing from her fuck slot, the smell of her own piss on her breath? Carla had wanted discipline for her daughter. But was she willing to sacrifice her to that sort of life with something like this?
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