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Stacy pressed firmly outward on her legs to help stiffen her body against what she knew must surely be something very painful about to happen to her crotch. Cringing and swaying wildly for a moment, she maintained both her balance and her stance when the man brought the whip down in an over-the-head swing onto her exposed vagina.
“AAAAA!” she cried, trying to choke it off quickly.
“OOOOOOO!!” she screamed at the second blow, but she managed to keep her instinctive flinch to barely a twitch.
“OOOO! OWWWW!! AAA! OOOOWW! Mmmmm! MMM!! OOOOOWWW! MMMMM!” she cried as the blows rained down, one after anther across her now bleeding pussy. By the time the tenth terrible crack of agony lanced between her legs, she’d managed to achieve a rigid posture, not even flinching at the last several blows.
“OK,” the man said at last, “you may be good for something after all.”
Placing the whip back in its holder he ordered her to “Stand up.”
Careful not to catch the chain fastened to her neck on anything, Stacy lowered her knees to the floor and leaned back to pull her head out of the stand. Climbing to her feet, she tried to ignore the throbbing vagina between her closed thighs. Staring at her feet, she could see the man open the door next to where her chain met the wall. Snapping his fingers he waved her into the small room inside.
The room was about 3 foot square and seemed to be a shower stall. In the center of the stall was an adjustable height pole. Mounted atop the pole was a small electric motor holding a 12 inch long, 1 inch diameter, plastic bristle bottle brush. The base of the pole sported two narrow ladder rungs on each side, spaced about 6 and 12 inches up from the floor.
Pulling on the chain at her neck, the man dragged Stacy forward until the pole was pressed against her belly. Adjusting the height of the pole, he lowered it into position, so that the base of the bristle brush was about an inch lower than her pussy while standing flat footed. 11 inches of prickly bristles rubbed Stacy’s abdomen as he fiddled with the adjustments.
Stacy’s eyes locked in horror onto the brush as she realized why the man was adjusting the height. Her knees began to tremble and her whole body shuddered in dreadful anticipation. Finished adjusting the height at last, Stacy waited in terror for him to give the order to climb up and fuck the upright brush. She was surprised when he pushed her back out of the room instead.
The man turned slightly on the shower knob before he stepped out of the tub. Water began flowing thickly from the end of the brush, spewing upward a couple inches past the tip. Then the true horror of her situation hammered into Stacy as the man flipped on the switch and the motor began spinning the brush slowly.
“I can see by the look on your face that you get the idea. Get up there, and be QUIET about it! It’s this or the dogs, what’s it gonna be?” he asked.
The burning pain of her whipped pussy was a dull ache compared to the agony still erupting from the flesh where her missing arms and legs had been burned over. The worst moments of the whipping was a fond memory compared to what she had felt while holding her arms still so that the two dogs could gnaw on her living flesh. The pain of having the toes of her feet slowly burned away completely with the blow torch that the man had used to force her to submit to the dogs was beyond description. Starring at the horrible device in front of her, she thought, “I can do this.” A quick glance over her shoulder at the look in the man’s eyes convinced her. “I MUST do this,” she knew.
As she lifted one leg towards the pole, the man said, “Face the door.”
Moving around behind the shaft, she gave the chain a pull with one toe to bring more slack into the room, and then turned around to face outward. Taking a deep breath, Stacy lifted one leg and placed a foot on one of the lower metal rungs. Balancing her weight carefully to compensate for her lack of arms, she lifted the other leg and quickly placed it on the top rung.
Climbing up the next step, Stacy made it to the top pair of rungs. Leaning forward carefully, she felt the spinning brush scraping softly at the skin of her rigid inner thighs as she lined it up under her vagina.
Anticipation glowed in the man’s eyes as he watched his bitch climb into position and prepare to offer her body to his hellish device. Fear racked Stacy’s body with a fit of trembling as she stood there for a minute. Finally, letting out a moan of anticipated pain, she very carefully began bending her knees to press the top of the spinning brush into her clenched vagina.
Incredibly painful sensation assaulted her at the first touch of the bristles digging at her sore crotch. Ignoring the pain, she rocked and shifted her hips gently to get properly lined up, and then slowly sank her pussy down the length of the brush. Water gushing off the brush helped lubricate and balloon open her insides before flowing down her legs to the shower drain. Inch by inch she climbed down the rungs until she stood on the tips of her toes. As she tried to settle her feet flat onto the floor, the brush bottomed out inside of her with her heels still an inch off the ground.
The sensation of the brush spinning inside her pussy was indescribably awful. Stacy had her jaws and eyes clenched shut as she struggled to endure in silence. The thought of being forced to give her legs to the monstrous dogs was still far worse to her than this, awful as it was. Her eyes flew open in alarm as the man’s hand brushed her ankle, reaching for the vertical adjustment knob.
Expecting the man to lower the pole, so that she could at least stand flat-footed, she was surprised, and then alarmed to feel it begin creeping upward. “Please no!” Stacy begged softly as she was inched upward onto the balls of her feet. Standing once more, the man then increased the water flow until it gushed from her pussy. One last adjustment increased the brush’s spin rate to about 30 RPM’s.
“Mmmm” Stacy stifled a scream at the increase. Forcing her chin up with one hand, the man starred into her eyes and said, “You stand still now until I come back and get you.” Closing the door, he left her alone in the near darkness. Her chain ran out under the door, and a faint amount of light managed to slip in under the crack.
Locked in the closet, Stacy struggled to retain her balance with the tips of her toes. The brush, while extremely painful, was not doing any physical damage to her vagina. Careful design and testing had been used when engineering the device, to give maximum stimulation with doing any permanent harm as it scoured her insides clean. Continuing to suffer in silence, Stacy was acutely aware of the fact that nothing held her in place on the pole except her own fear of disobeying the man’s order. She could climb off and stop the agony any time she wanted. “And go straight back to the dogs,” she thought.
Leaving her for later, the man put Stacy out of his mind and went back to Ashley and Sara. Placing leashes on both `women, he called Rex and Toby to heel and led all four pets out the door and across the hall into the main kennel. The man directed the dogs into a large cage that contained more than twenty huge animals of different breeds.
In the center of the cage was a small, flat platform about 18 inches wide, 18 inches tall and 30 inches long. Unhooking the leashes, the man asked the two `women, “Which one of you `women wants to be the sex slave for my pack?”
Eyes closed, Ashley stepped forward. Pushing from behind, the man moved her fully into the cage. After locking her inside he instructed, “Spread your legs through those hoops on either side.” She looked at the two small metal rings mounted at one end of the platform. Stretching wide apart to fit into them, she complied.
“Now lie back over the platform and open that lovely mouth. The dogs will take care of the rest!” he ordered.
Several animals were already sniffing eagerly at her exposed vagina. Almost as soon as she lay down one of the dogs hopped onto her chest and began driving his cock into her. Another one lifted a leg and straddled her head, forcing his cock into her mouth. Giving herself fully to her new role, she didn’t realize what the man was doing to her hapless sister until later, when the screaming started.
Sara watched in revulsion as her older sister voluntarily entered the kennel and began having eager sex with the entire pack. The animals jumped up and quickly released their pent up sexual tension into her willing orifices at a steady pace. It appeared that most of the dogs where not overly particular at which hole they entered, and many managed to find Ashley’s ass with their huge cock. Occasional moans of pain, forced out past the current cock being rammed down her throat, were the only signs that Ashley wasn’t completely happy with her situation.
After watching the show for a few minutes, the man grabbed Sara by the shoulders and marched her across the room. Latching her leg restraints onto two metal rings in the floor about three feet apart, he then locked her neck collar to another ring in the wall behind her. Grabbing one wrist in each hand, he then forced her arms behind her back and clipped the wrist cuffs together.
Next he pulled out a leather “Chastity” belt that had a HUGE dildo attached to the middle of the crotch strap. 10 inches long, it was over 2 inches in diameter. Sara starred at the thing in fear, knowing that she’d never had anything nearly that big inside of her before. Then the man demonstrated the EXTRA features of his toy.
Picking up a small black box from the table, the man lifted the device up in front of Sara’s face to give her a good view. Turning a dial on the control pad back and forth several times, the man demonstrated extending and retracting hundreds of two inch long metal spikes covering the entire shaft. Sara’s eyes nearly popping out of her head at the sight, she gasped in shock as bright arcs of electrical discharge began dancing and sparking randomly between out thrust metal spikes. Hot pee began spewing down her legs at the sight.
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