Chapter 2
The tribunal was a farce, since she had already confessed to everything, since
they had long before decided on her fate. They went through the motions
nonetheless, putting her into even greater fear. They even withdrew for
consultations before pronouncing the sentence.
"You are reduced to class 99, which means that anyone can use you as they wish,
for as long as they wish. As you already know, whatever is done to you, nothing
is irreversible, we have the means to restore your physical health from whatever
torture you are subjected to. As class 99, you will no doubt be very popular,
given that you are so young and well endowed. In fact, your availability has
already been advertised here and we sent out special notices to our regular
members. You are overbooked already, your sentence starts NOW!"
"Tie her into the frame and deposit her in cell 18. He'll pick her up whenever
he finds it convenient"
Chiara had seen the frame in action before, but it turned out even more cruel
than she had imagined. She was first hogtied, bringing the soles of her feet up
to her elbows and affixing them to her breasts. Thus she only had a choice of
pulling on her tits or causing incredible pain in her back. As cramps set in,
after about 25 minutes in the cruel tie, they had moved to the next step. They
hung her by the breasts from the top bar of the frame, drawing her close enough
to the top to force her to swallow the huge inflatable dildo. They pumped it up
until she could only breathe through her nose, muffling her cries of anguish as
well as maximizing the effect of nausea. In a final step they also drew out
her inner labia by pulling them harshly down to the bottom of the frame. As she
was already frantic by the time they had finished tying her up, one could hardly
imagine how she would last any substantial period. It was already obvious that
if it had not been for the stamina injections she would be close to fainting.
Her pretty face was disfigured by the huge dildo-gag and red, as the stress
raised her blood pressure. Tears were streaming down her face, tears of
despair, tears of horrific pain. She knew herself lost, a plaything of her
masters and mistresses, only there to entertain anybody who wished to use her.
Eventually, she would no longer be attractive for the visitors of the island,
presumably long before she had served her sentence. She had no idea what would
happen then, but instinctively knew that it boded ill for her. But, for the time
being, she had no time or room for such thoughts. She was fully engulfed in her
present terror.
She did not know how long she had hung in the terrible contraption, as time
seemed to have stopped in the ever-mounting agony. Cramps shook her, as well as
the entire frame. Her arms and feet had gone completely numb after a certain
while, because of the way the ropes cut into her elbows and calves, but the
reduced flow of blood in her limbs had not helped to lessen the irritation of
her nerve endings. Every small shifting of her position caused agony in another
part of her body. When she tried to relieve the strain on her drawn out breasts,
the tension on her upper thighs became almost unbearable. When she concentrated
to lessen the tension in her knees, she felt as if her tits would be pulled off
her chest. They were throbbing from the blood caught in them and her nipples
were literally on fire. Her belly was drawn flat, making it difficult for her to
breathe, but trying to relieve this pulled her feet closer towards her ass, thus
increasing the pull in her knees. Her constant shifting and twitching also
resulted in pulling harshly on her labia, until they were also taut and thin.
She was howling into the gag until her vocal cords became too sore for her to
emit any cries. Thereafter there was only the sound of her retching caused by
the inflated dildo in her throat. This special deep-throating kept her on the
verge of vomiting, and she had to concentrate on fighting this urge, so as not
to drown in her own vomit.
The hours in the frame had set the mood for her sentence. But if she thought, or
had hoped that this early crescendo of pain could not be topped, she soon found
out that she was wrong. When, after hours of agony an overseers came in with her
first "visitor", he quickly restored her vocal cords with a special ointment
rubbed into her neck. Her shrieks resumed, much to the delight of the two men,
as well as to her own despair. The only - short-lived - relief came, when the
customer asked for her dildo gag to be removed.
"It would be a pity not to hear her voice when I flog the living daylights out
of this whore", he remarked dryly.
Walking over to the panel of instruments, he carefully chose a wonderfully
sculpted ebony-whale rod. Running his fingers over the rod, almost caressing it,
he walked over to his victim. Putting the instrument between her teeth, he
proceeded to feel the body of the hapless woman. He cupped her tits, testing
their flexibility, drawing out the nipples by holding them between thumb and
forefinger, squeezing the meaty orbs with both hands. Tightening his grip, he
laughed at her pitiful howls of agony. His eyes had fixed hers, and never let
her close them. Whenever she tried, he simply yanked at a nipple or a tit, until
she opened her eyes again. He enjoyed tormenting the woman in this way, it gave
him the feeling of superiority and control. His face was glowing with sadistic
glee. He knew that there was nothing he could not do with this woman, that he
could make her suffer in any which way he fancied and for as long as he wanted.
It had cost him a small fortune to be the first, but he knew it would be worth
it.
"Time to put this rod to use on you", he said to the terrified Chiara.
"How about letting you stretch your feet a little? Wouldn't you just love that?"
Without waiting for an answer, he unsnapped the ankle ties. The woman went
berserk: after hours in the terrible hogtie, releasing her feet sent the blood
flowing through her limbs again, causing her indescribable pain. Her legs were
twitching, unable to support her, quite useless to relieve the pull on her tits.
As her shrieks subsided, he grabbed first one then the other leg and drew them
apart. Fixing her knees at the sidebars of the frame, h succeeded in stretching
the hapless woman to the extreme again. Picking up the rod that she had dropped
out of her mouth, he positioned himself in front of her.
"Let's see how long you last", he addressed his victim. "I intend to flog you
with this beautiful instrument, until you are quite senseless. What do you say,
bitch!"
She looked at him in terror, knowing she must thank him for the unbelievable
words he had just thrown at her, yet unable to do so. Racking her brain for away
out of this situation, she found herself not capable of any clear thoughts.
Tears were again pouring down her cheeks, she was sobbing helplessly at this
cruelty.
"Oh well", he addressed her again, "you'll learn to speak, before I am through
with you. But because you are so reluctant to answer me properly, I'll give you
your first pain-inducing injection. You'll find it impossible to lose
consciousness and at the same time your pain-level will increase triple-fold."
"Mercy, Sire", shrieked Chiara, suddenly finding her voice. "Why are you so
cruel to me? Please, I'll do anything, I'll be so good to you. but please, not
the rod, I can't take the rod."
The evil grin on his face said it all: he couldn't care less.
"Listen, you little piece of shit, I don't care if you think you cannot take
it. You will, because the chemistry will make sure that you will. But first,,
we'll obviously have to teach you your place. Because a slave is not here to
protest. A slave is here to give pleasure to anyone wishing to use her. A slave
is not here to question the Master or Mistress in their decision on how they
wish to use her. And since you do not seem to comprehend this basic truth,
you'll learn the hard way. After that, you'll be administered the strokes I
planned for you."
With that he left cell 18, leaving behind the petrified slave-girl, to organise
the punishment for talking back.
