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The Demonstration
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The Demonstration
A man in a business like suit followed by a group of seventeen people
of assorted sex and race entered the darkened chamber. The group collected
in front of the sales man and leafed through advertising pamphlets of
various sizes an colors.
The man cleared his throat and then settled into his routine.
"Ladies and gentlemen, although what we offer in way of education is
by classic function outdated, it is now quite useful in personal
endeavors." The group chuckled in mirth.
The man smiled and continued. "In an age where reasonable material
wants are provided to all, where life is not limited to the archaic hundred
years or so, knowledge and experience have become the frontiers of
exploration. We cater to several specialized tastes and offer a wealth of
virtual reality role playing that put you on the frontiers of experience."
The man paused for effect, then continued. "We now offer you a
demonstration with no obligation, or credit transferral. Please keep in
mind that if you choose to enroll in our academia that participation can be
conducted in first person and interactively. You will not be limited to
the third person view or in the fixed roles that the demonstration will be
conducted in. Also keep in mind that what you are about to see is a
recording of an actual scenario played out by one of our students."
The man brought out a small pen shaped device and examined a thin
line of luminescence along its length. He made some adjustments by touching
his finger to various locations and then taped one end.
- -
The room was lit by a dozen or so torches. The walls where made of
gray stones in irregular shapes that distorted the shadows of numerous
devices. The single thick oak door opened to allow entrance of seven
figures. Five of which were men dressed in castle leathers that identified
them as prison attendants. A rather pretty woman in peasant cloths that
had her hands tied behind her back and was blind folded entered next,
followed finally by a man dressed in robes.
The woman was fixed with a collar and attached to the far wall via
chain connecting the two. The five men loosely grouped together in front
of the robed man and waited expectantly.
This person cleared his throat and addressed the five men before
him. "Today for the first time you are going to get to practice some of
your lessons from class with out supervision. The Minister of Public
Relations has been kind enough to loan us a dungeon atmosphere chamber and
the Magistrate has given us a peasant with a one night civil service sentence
for crimes against the City."
The man glanced over to the girl then back at the men again. He frowned
and continued, "Because you are still beginners you have been assigned
this duty where if you fuck it up it's no big deal. But that's no excuse
as far as I am concerned. The dungeon has several guests tonight, so I want
lots of noise going down those ducts", here he pointed to large square holes
along the far wall at the ceiling, "to motivate them into cooperating with
the Magistrate, and I don't want to see her permanently damaged. And Rowlsky,
dead is permanent damage."
Some of the men chuckled and a red headed man in the back of the group
looked down at his feet and mumbled about things that weren't his fault.
The robed man looked around a moment and seemed satisfied. "I'll be
back in two hours, even you squires should be able to keep a peasant
screaming that long." He turned around and exited the room, closing the
door behind him.
The woman was young, probably nineteen or so. She was a little
pudgy, with long brown hair. A tall guard secured her hands over her
head while the red headed guard began cutting away her clothes. When she
realized her imminent exposure, she began to cry. After removing the last
bits of cloth, he cupped her ample left breast and played with her nipple
with his thumb. The woman began to cry more loudly. "Don't cry, its such
a waste of good suffering." He then produced a toothed metal spring butterfly
and clamped it to her erect nipple. The woman screamed. "Much better." He
repeated the act on the right breast producing more screams. The woman was
left to her moaning while the guards moved equipment around and generally
got ready.
After removing the clamps, which evoked screams in itself, the woman
was released from the collar and lead to the middle of the room. There she
was bent over a saddle where her feet were secured to the floor and her
hands were tied with rope that was attached to a crank on the west wall.
The rope was tightened till her arms and back were horizontal and she began
to moan loudly. Her ass was high in the air, and her legs were vertical
and spread wide apart.
A pair of claws sculpted to look like hands with curved pointed ends
for fingernails were place in the crack of her ass on her ass cheeks by a
fat guard. They were cranked apart by the tall guard so that her ass was
painfully spread. She screamed with each of the last few turns of the crank
as the tips of the claws bit through her skin and buried themselves into
her ass cheeks.
A device with eight long pieces of metal that were bundled together
with outward curving ends was inserted painfully deep into her anus by the
red haired guard, causing the woman to groaned and sob loudly. A crank was
turned by a thin guard and the eight pieces of metal slowly spread apart.
The woman's anus was slowly opened into a large circle, then beyond. The
woman began to scream at this point. After the last crank the thin guard
tied the handle to keep the device in place. The woman continued to scream
even though her anus was not being stretched further. The thin guard aided
by the fat one together opened up the device so that the eight metal pieces
fanned outward. The curving ends of the metal pieces pivoted in the woman's
ass but remained hooked into her flesh. The action clicked the device into
place so that her wide open anus was accessible. It also caused the metal
pieces to widen a bit farther. The combined rotating action along with
the additional widening brought the woman's screaming to a new frenzy.
The guards paused for a drink of mead and let the woman scream for as
long as she would. After five or so minutes the woman settled down to
moans and grunts. A short guard walked up to her and slapped her ass from
each side a few times. That started the woman screaming again and gave
the guards a few more minutes of drinking time.
When the woman had again settled into a panting mixed with grunts and
moans, the red haired guard and the short guard set down their drinks and
advanced on the woman. The red haired guard clamped long tooth edged
devices across the base of each of the woman's breasts. The clamps were
hinged on one side and was kept closed painfully tight by elastic rubber
tree strands rapped around the other end. Strands of thin rope were tied
to the ends of the metal bar clams and attached to small buckets with tiny
holes in the bottom such that they hanged about a foot and a half below the
woman's breasts.
The woman groaned more loudly with the increasing pain of the bar
clamps. The small teeth on the devices began to send sharp pains through
her tits with each breath, causing the woman to shorten and quicken her
breathing.
The short guard then took a large bucket of marbles and then began to
place handfuls in each of the smaller buckets suspended by the woman's
breasts. Soon the weight began to stretch the woman's tits away from her
body and the small teeth began to dig into her skin. The woman was soon
screaming loudly again as her tortured tits throbbed in pain. The short
guard stopped using large handfuls and began to place the marbles into the
small buckets two and three at a time. Watching carefully the guard continued
until the weight caused the clamps to be slowly pulled down across the
woman's flesh. The guard hadn't needed to watch so carefully though, as
the teeth on the clamps began to slowly gouge lines down the length of the
woman's stretched tits, she screamed louder than ever before. The fat
guard quickly removed several marbles from each bucket and stopped the
process almost as soon as it started. The woman, however, continued to
scream for several more minutes.
Now the red headed guard oriented a bamboo tube from yet another
device over each bucket hanging from a tortured breast. After cranking a
large wheel on the side of the machine for several minutes he finally
paused and waited for the woman to stop screaming. Finally she did, so
the guard pulled down a lever next to the wheel then rejoined his fellows
in another drink.
The device ticked for a few seconds, then a quantity of water belched
from the bamboo tubes into the buckets. The added weight of the water
caused the clamps to again be pulled across the woman's tits. Her screams
were just as piercing as the first time while the tiny red lines were
gouged longer down her breast. The water, though, quickly ran through the
tiny holes in the bottom of the buckets and soon the clamps stopped moving.
The woman continued to scream in pain for a few moments, then she had to
catch her breath and could only moan. Then more water was belched into
the buckets, and the clamps were dragged further down the woman's breasts.
She screamed again until the water drained from the bucket.
This process continued for nearly twenty minutes. The clamps were
now just inside the areola of the woman's nipples. From a distance her
breasts looked pink, but up close you could see the hundreds of fiery red
lines along the length of her incredibly stretched tits. The next belch
of water would have probably pulled the clamps off, but the red haired
guard pulled away the device, leaving the woman's breasts in their state
of torment.
The tall guard then approached the woman from behind. He held a
bundle of netting that was tied to the end of a rope. This bundle he
placed and arranged inside the woman's ass. This was easy to do, as the
stretching device was holding her wide enough to insert a fist with ease.
The fat guard then approached with a bucked of wax just above its melting
point. This he poured into the woman's ass.
After a while the woman stopped screaming, though her screams were
coarser now, no longer reaching the higher, purer tones. The woman was
left in this state for several minutes. She continually groaned and
grunted in pain from her throbbing breasts and her burning bowls. After
ten minutes or so, the thin guard kicked the buckets off her tits, pulling
some more loud screams from her. The device in her ass was contracted
and pulled out of the wax in her bowls. As the woman screamed again her
anus loosely closed again over a solidifying mass of wax. The claws were
released of their tension, and then pulled out of her ass cheeks. Her hands
and feet were released, causing her to slump on the saddle in exhaustion where
she sobbed and moaned.
The guards let her rest for a while, then she was pulled to the side
where the floor was clear. Each guard produced a short whip while
surrounding her, and then the red haired guard spoke. "When you pull it
out of your ass we will stop whipping you." With that they began.
Each guard took turns in delivering strokes, pausing for a moment
in between. The woman screamed with each red welt written across her
body. One down her back, one across her ass, another up her inner thigh
and across her pussy lips, another stripping her left breast across the
nipple.
The woman grabbed the rope that disappeared up her ass began to pull,
but at first made no progress. Another welt across her left breast, crossing
the first, caused her to scream again and pull harder on the rope. The tip
of the wax became visible as the lump was slowly pulled out of her bowls.
Several more welts were placed across her back, and another on her left
breast, before she made real progress. While screaming in pain, both from
stretching her anus in pulling out the wax and from the whips, the woman
finally yanked the wax out of her ass.
"Good, good..." said the man in robes as he clapped his hands. "I
managed to catch the last minute, nice work. The next class is waiting
out in the hall, it's their turn now with the girl, your time is up. I
will see you all tomorrow." The guards left, and a new group of men entered.
"Today you are going to start learning about techniques you can use on
subjects already worked over with out permanently damaging them, which is,
as you know, undesirable..." The man's voice faded into the back
ground as the scene dimed into darkness.
- -
The man in the business suite smiled back at the group of people as
they found themselves looking again at him. He noted several people who
definitely looked interested. "Please exit the door behind you, I will
meet you in the lobby and answer any questions you might have. If you wish
to enroll, just hand your general identification card to any of our
enrollment droids." The door closed behind the robed man leaving the
darkened chamber empty.
-MaDw!
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A lot of people have been wanting to know about other stories I have
written. So below is a listing of the titles. This is also kind of an ego
trip for me, I have always wanted to do something like this since I started
reading books and saw the listing of "Other titles by XXXX" on the last or
first few pages of the book. So here I go...
Other titles by MaDw
in the Piece-O-Fiction set
The Monk
The Discipliners
The Witch
I have not finished responding to all my mail regarding The Witch yet,
so I apologize if you were left wondering what happened to the mail. I am
now out of school, so getting into my account is now done by long distance
phone call. This results in me only checking on things once a week or less.
Next order of business is a disclaimer. I am not an expert on what
kind of things can and can not be done in the dungeon (i.e. privacy of your
own home.) So PLEASE don't assume that since I wrote about it it's possible,
let alone safe. Someone wrote me saying he was planning to suspend his S.O.
by her breasts and wanted to know how long he could keep her in the air.
I assume there is no easy answer, if you should even do it. I don't
know the answer, but I guess it's a function of the woman's weight, breast
size, and individual body characteristics. Before trying any SM/BD activity
on someone (or yourself) you should check with people of experience or in
the know. The library is also a good source for information. Many medical
books contain useful hints on keeping things sterile and recognizing danger
signs before injury. Now that I find myself sounding like my parents, I'm
going to stop.
Last bit of business is to all the people who wrote me, and is
done with a wine cooler in my hand.
-Thanks for your support.
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