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Arms, Part Three
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By requests from alt.sex.stories.d I retransmitt the following
story. It is in three parts (arms-01 - 03)
NOTE: I'M NOT THE AUTHOR. THE AUTHORS ACCOUNT IS:
[email protected] ()
(AT LEAST I THINK THAT IS THE AUTHOR)
Note: This story contains non-consensual sex/BD/SM, often
with under-age females. It is purely fantasy and in
no way do I support this kind of action in reality.
On the screen two guards appeared. Between them was
Carl's wife, Sarah. They had stripped her clothes off, and she
walked between the guards with short steps, glancing fearfully
around the room. Her feet and hands were in prison shackles
joined with chains which held her hands down at her waist. She
looked unharmed but someone had shaved her pubic hair
completely off, leaving her pussy completely exposed. In
Sarah's mouth was a black plastic ring held in place with
straps. The ring had grooves on top and bottom for her teeth
and when locked in place, held her mouth open. Part of the
bottom of the ring extended in to her mouth over her tongue,
holding it down like a permanent tongue depressor. The effect
of this was to prevent Sarah from speaking but still allow her
to make all the other sounds that the Prince liked to hear
from a woman in pain.
Sarah started to struggle as she was lifted onto the
table, but the guards easily held her in place and strapped
her down, removing the prison shackles. When the guards were
finished, Sarah's body was firmly secured to the sections of
the table. Her legs were strapped at ankle and thigh, a large
strap at her hips just below her belly button, two straps
above and below her breasts, straps on her wrists and arms, a
thick collar on her neck, and a strap across her forehead. The
guards left when they were finished.
Sarah was on the table, breathing in short fearful gulps,
for about ten minutes when a man entered the room. The man was
oriental, bald, and dressed in a doctors lab coat. He did not
say a word to Sarah for the entire session. He performed his
tasks in an emotionless, almost robotic way.
The man started off by working some controls on a wall
panel. There was some humming from underneath the table as
hydraulic pumps were activated. The metal table separated into
components, it's leg sections moving apart until Sarah's legs
were widely separated. The arm sections swivelled away from
her sides and stopped only when her arms were angled back
behind her head. Sarah was now in a spread-eagle position. The
man push another control and the leg and arm parts of the
table slowly pushed away from the main part of the table.
Sarah cried out as her body was stretched to it's limit. When
the table stopped moving, Sarah's body was stretched tight,
her tendons could be seen straining at the tension from the
modern rack.
The small oriental man opened a drawer and removed a tray
of small metal objects. He placed the tray in a bracket at the
side of the table and took one of the objects out. It was a
metal clamp with a large round wheel attached to a screw for
tightening. He placed the clamp on Sarah's thumb in such a way
that it compressed her thumbnail when he tightened it. He only
tightened it enough to hold it in place, then he put three
more clamps on her other thumb and her two big toes. Two more
clamps were retrieved and he grasped one her Sarah's breasts.
Pulling the nipple up, he placed the clamp firmly on the base
of the bud of flesh. He repeated the process with the other
breast. He pulled one more clamp out, smaller than the others.
Walking between her widely spread legs, he pulled at the folds
of flesh around Sarah's clitoris, causing it to pop out into
the open. The small clamp was tightened around her small, pink
clit as she squealed at the sensation.
All of the clamps were now attached with just enough
tension to hold them in place, although even this was
sufficient to cause discomfort to Sarah's tender nipples and
clit. The man started tightening one of the thumb clamps. The
large wheel and fine threading on the screws caused the clamp
to close slowly on Sarah's thumb. Suddenly her moans of
discomfort turned into a scream of pain as the clamp
compressed her thumbnail with impossible force. When the man
was finished, the tip of Sarah's thumb was a deep red colour.
Her cries continued as he tightened the other thumb clamp to
the same degree. She tried in vain to twist her foot away when
he approached, but it was grasped an her screams rose a level
as the clamp compressed her toe between its jaws. The other
toe was finished next, and now Sarah whimpered piteously as he
approached her side an grasped her left breast in one hand
while the other turned the wheel. Another scream peeled out as
the clamp crushed her nipple until it was almost flat between
the steel jaws. Sarah's voice was starting to go when her
second nipple was crushed by the clamp. He was now between her
legs, fondling the last clamp that was secured to her
clitoris. When he tightened the clamp and Sarah's clit was
squeezed between steel, she let out one last scream before she
fainted.
Carl had long since ceased to struggle against the chair
that he was fastened to. He just watched the monitor with
helplessness as his family was tortured and abused for the
sole purpose of revenge at his less than honest business
practices. His only hope was that once the Prince was done
extracting payment for Carl's treachery, Sarah and her
daughters would actually be released. Carl had no illusions
about his own fate however, he was a dead man.
The screen on the monitor switched to a new room, an
opulent office with an elegant, hand carved oak desk in front
of a large window. At the desk sat the Prince, he set some
papers down as the large double doors opened. Stephanie,
Carl's sixteen year old daughter, walked in. Her expression
was one of pain and confusion, resulting from her experiences
at dinner* (*see arms-01). She was dressed in her own regular
clothing, a grey wool skirt, white blouse and a blue jacket.
On her feet were low heel shoes and she was wearing no
stockings. Following Stephanie was Sylvia, in the traditional
clothing of an arab woman, including the almost opaque veil.
"She is ready, my lord." Sylvia said, passing a small
black remote control to the Prince.
"We are about to have visitors from your embassy." The
Prince said as he toyed with the remote control. "You will
behave normally and act as if nothing odd is happening. If you
are asked about the rest of your family, you will say that
they are off sight-seeing." The Prince smiled for the first
time. "You are aware of your preparation for this interview,
now a small demonstration of the consequences that will result
from disobedience."
With that, the Prince reached for the remote control box.
The box consisted of a dial and four red buttons. He adjusted
the dial to setting 5, the highest was 10. The Prince pressed
a finger to the first button. Stephanie immediately let out a
yelp, her hands flying to her chest. The button was released
after only a second. Stephanie was still holding her chest,
almost hyperventilating, with tears running down her face.
Sylvia approached and pushed the teenager into a chair, wiping
her face off with a cloth from inside her robes.
"Now we can receive our guests I think" The prince said
as he pressed another button, this one on his desk.
The representatives from the embassy entered, were
introduced to Stephanie and Sylvia and a short meeting took
place. Throughout the meeting, the Prince toyed with the
remote control. The dial was set on 1 or 2 at times, and he
pressed the bottom three buttons randomly. Stephanie
maintained a normal expression, appearing to be attentive to
the meeting. But her thighs moved back and forth under her
skirt, occasionally clenching tight together. When the meeting
concluded, the men exchanged pleasantries and left.
The Prince sat behind his desk and nodded to Sylvia.
Sylvia led Stephanie to the front of the Prince's desk.
She then walked over to the wall and flipped what looked like
a light switch. A panel opened in the ceiling and, with the
whir of an electric motor, a chain lowered through the
opening. At the end of the chain were a pair of leather cuffs
and these stopped lowering when they reached the frightened
teenager's face. Sylvia walked over and fastened the cuffs
tightly to Stephanie's wrists. Next she pulled the jacket off
the girl's shoulders and removed the harness, placing the
battery/control unit and receiver on the desk. Under the
jacket Stephanie wore a harness similar to a pistol harness
used by plain-clothes police. The difference was that instead
of a pistol holster, there was a rectangular battery pack held
under the girl's left arm, and a small receiver under her
right arm. A thin wire ran from the receiver across her back
to the battery controller, from there four thicker wires ran
down to her waist, disappearing under the waistband of her
skirt. Sylvia removed the jacket and set it aside. She then
pulled the teenager's skirt down and off, leaving her in just
her white blouse which hung down to her upper thighs. Sylvia
now produced another pair of leather cuffs from a wall cabinet
and, after removing the girl's shoes fastened them on her slim
ankles. Grabbing the girl's left ankle, Sylvia clipped the
ring in the cuff to an eyebolt mounted at the bottom corner of
the desk. She repeated this with the other ankle. Stephanie's
legs were now spread wide to each side of the desk, the edge
of which was just below her pelvic area. She faced the Prince
and started sobbing as the motor above started pulling her
hands up again, taking up the slack from her fastened legs
until she was stretched tight. Sylvia reached around for
behind the girl and ripped open her blouse, revealing to the
Prince what had been done to Stephanie earlier.
Under the blouse Stephanie wore no other clothing. A
wide, tight rubber belt was fastened around her waist. A
rubber strap connected to this in the front ran down between
her legs and was fastened at the back of the belt, drawn up
tightly into her crotch. Three of the wires ran into this, the
fourth ran up to the girl's pert breasts. The fourth wire
split in two, one extension going two each of Stephanie's
nipples. The wires were stripped of insulation at the ends and
then twisted tightly around each nipple.
"You did well during that meeting." the Prince smiled.
"Of course at the low setting, the devices inside your holes
provide more pleasure than pain. Although I've been told that
the metal contact on a woman's clitoris causes pain at all
settings." He pressed the fourth button.
Stephanie's hips jerked. "Pease stop." she squealed.
He released the button."I noticed the younger man, Mr.
Stevens, glancing at you several times during the meeting."
The Prince noted. "Not exactly with fondness either, have you
met him before?"
"No, that's the first time I've ever seen him." Stephanie
replied.
"I'm not sure I believe you." The Prince turned the dial
to 7 and pressed each button for a second. Stephanie's body
clenched tight and vibrated as current flowed through her
breasts, into the prod in her cunt, into the other prod in her
anus, and through the metal contact on her clitoris. She
screamed constantly, then fell limp when the last jolt faded.
"Tell me where you met him and why he dislikes you so."
Stephanie spoke in gasps, "At a dance in the embassy, he
danced with me, hung around me all evening. When he got me
alone later on he tried to kiss me, he was very rough."
"What was your response?" The Prince asked.
"I slapped him, and told my father. He was reprimanded
and he may get demoted" Tears were flowing freely down the
poor girl's face.
"That's better." The Prince thought for a minute.
"Sylvia, invite young Mr. Jones to a special party tonight. I
think young Stephanie would like a chance to make amends to
the gentleman."
The Prince got up and walked behind Stephanie. Sylvia
activated the motor and lowered the girl's hands until they
were at her waist, the excess chain on the desk. Sylvia sat
down in the Prince's chair and pulled on the chain, forcing
Stephanie the bend over across the desk. Behind Stephanie, the
Prince lifted up the back of the shirt. Placing one hand on
her ass cheek, he used the other to unfasten the rubber crotch
strap from the back of the belt. When the strap was pulled out
from between her legs, the anal prod with it's wire could be
seen embedded in her anus. Below that, the cunt prod poked out
of the girl's vagina. The Prince opened his robe, revealing a
large, erect cock. He grasped the anal prod and pulled, it
came out of the girl with a pop. He then pulled her ass cheeks
apart and placed his erect cock against her small anal dimple.
Stephanie started to panic now, but Sylvia held the chain
tight, keeping the teenager stretched across the desk. She
screamed when he thrust his large cock into her ass to the
hilt in one motion. She continued crying out on each
successive thrust. As he was about to come, Sylvia picked the
remote box and pressed the buttons, sending current into her
breasts, clit and cunt at the same time. The Prince came
violently as he felt the girls body jump up, the muscles in
her ass clenched him like a vice and pushed him over the edge.
"Get her ready for the party tonight." the Prince said.
"Be sure she dresses exactly the same as she did at that
embassy dance, her clothes should all be in her luggage." He
pulled out of the limp girl, wiped himself with her shirt and
left the room.
Mathew H.
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