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Punishment Ship uh Shop
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THE PUNISHMENT SHOP
Prologue
It's no fun working in The Punishment Shop. Although, I know some masochists
would envy me. Certainly, The Mistress has a slew of applications from idiots
and fools who've heard about The Shop by rumor and reputation, and beg to be
allowed the privilege of serving here. Some are willing to pay, others to
travel great distances, and the waiting list is long.
Tenure is at least one year. I am unfortunate enough to have eight months
remaining to my term. The past four months, mercifully, are a blur. Perhaps
this is one result of the endless cycles of pain and degradation I am subject
to. I do not know. I do not know if, as The Mistress claims, my personality
is being changed into a sniveling, groveling... Ah, I cannot bear to think
this way!. I must believe, even amid this incredible hell, that my personal
integrity will survive.
A Customer
The smell of polished brass and the rustle of antique crinolines fills the oak
panelled Consultation Room as maggie prepares it for a client.
Out of the entire staff, maggie is the only one The Mistress will allow
in the Consultation Room. And, if she should make even one
mistake... But, maggie doesn't make mistakes, anymore.
The brass knocker sounds sharply. maggie meekly turns the heavy handle and
silently ushers in a well-dressed, authoritative man. Gazing at her, all the
prospective client sees is a demure young woman with downcast eyes. But, a
look beneath her softly swishing skirts would reveal her plump, pale rump
decoratively marked by the pink and purple welts of a riding crop and whip.
"Please, Sir," maggie says. "I beg you to sit down. The Mistress will be
right in."
The gentleman does not sit down. He walks toward her, forcing her to retreat
until her tender bottom collides with the wall.
"Oh, Sir," she gasps.
Roughly, he places two fingers under her chin and turns her face up. "Do you
presume to know your Mistress's schedule?" he mocks.
Startled, she tries to withdraw. She is forbidden to engage a customer in
conversation.
Abruptly, The Mistress strides into the room. She is beautiful, with sleek
black hair and a perfect figure. Diamonds sparkle at her ears and throat. She
is dressed discreetly, in a tailored Chanel suit, to meet her customer.
Her business pays her well. The only color is like a warning -- a slash of
red lipstick over pearly white teeth, a deeper red on perfectly lacquered nails.
She has overheard the conversation. Menacingly, she taunts her slave. "Do
you, maggie?" she says contemptuously. "Do you presume to know my schedule?"
maggie gasps. Of course, she will be punished. This certainty does not
decrease her terror. she trembles and waits, wide-eyed for her Mistress's
orders.
"Excuse me," the Mistress says to her customer. "Discipline can be so
tiresome, but one really must keep it up."
She speaks into an intercom. "marisa," she commands. "Bring me a dildoe."
maggie's eyes fill with tears. she understands that she cannot escape whatever
torment her Mistress has chosen to inflict.
The client also waits in silence, but with a dispassionate curiosity. The
establishment has been highly recommended. He would learn soon enough whether
or not it was equipped to fulfill his very special needs.
In the silence, maggie begins to tremble violently.
"You have displeased me, maggie." the Mistress sneers. "I shall not bestow the
privilege of punishing you myself. marisa
shall do it. you don't like her, do you? Well, she shall enjoy it, and you
shall not.
"My client and I shall watch her torture you. It will be delightful."
"Oh, Mistress, I beg you," maggie stupidly stammers, forgetting herself. Too
late, the terrified girl falls at her Mistresses' feet. she clutches Her
ankles in panic.
"She doesn't take well to the dildoe" the Mistress explains. "Which is all the
more reason why it's so useful. This should be instructive for you, as well
Sir, if I may presume."
The gentleman nods.
"You will observe that we frequently recommend taking a servant or a slave --
and in this case maggie is my slave, aren't you my dear?" she smiles sweetly at
her terrorized slave -- "beyond his or her perceived limits. That way, the
correction furthers their servitude. When it is over, the poor creatures are
even more helpless, and more fetchingly at our mercy. Cruel extremity is most
instructive.
"In this case, maggie's punishment consists of three separate and distinct
elements. First she will be humiliated. She will be punished by an inferior
whom she hates and who hates her and will delight in her humiliation.
"Her humiliation will be compounded by you, who will watch her suffer, and by
me, whom she loves, and who will not bother to punish her myself.
"Second, she will be made to suffer pain. The particular type of pain is of
utmost importance. Here it will be continuous and unremitting. The pain in
some punishments, like a simple whipping for example, is intermittent.
Although the power of a thorough whipping is cumulative and builds to an
intolerable crescendo. However, in poor maggie's case today, she will be made
to endure an intense and searing pain, that will be increased from time to
time, but which will never fall below it's initial threshold.
"Finally, maggie will endure her agony for of an unspecified length of time.
she will never know, from one moment to the next, if her punishment is about to
end or begin anew. she will not be able to pace herself in any way to endure
it. It will increase her helplessness.
"And, she will have to submit to the pain, to abandon herself to it. To
become it. I want to show you something."
The Mistress approaches maggie who remains grovelling on the floor at her feet.
"Show me your cunt, slut," the Mistress commands.
maggie rolls onto her back and pulls her voluminous skirts over her breasts and
face. The bottom of a charming Victorian
corset peaks out amid the folds. she is not permitted to wear underclothes.
her small, shaved cunt is now helplessly exposed.
The Mistress presses the sole of her high-heeled boot against her slave's
delicate pussy lips. She spreads them apart and grinds into the soft flesh.
maggie uncontrollably presses her pussy against the boot. Her Mistress shoves
the shiny tip inside. It makes a squishy sound and when she withdraws it, it's
coated with a sticky ooze.
"You see," She says to the gentleman. "she loves it. she loves being degraded
and tormented. But, luckily for our purposes today, she hates it, too.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to do a thing with her."
There is a knock on the door.
"You may enter," The Mistress says.
marisa, a plump and slatternly black teenager comes in carrying a huge dildoe
on a silver platter. "I see it's not the head of John the Baptist this time,"
the Mistress says.
The dildoe measures 10" long and 2 1/2" wide.
"I want you to look at it, maggie. you've never taken one this large before."
maggie resumes a kneeling position and stares at the instrument of torture.
she begins to sob as The Mistress continues talking.
"You might not think it's particularly large," she says to the gentleman, "and,
as these things go, it's not. But, marisa
isn't going to fuck her in the cunt. She's going to ruthlessly fuck her vile
little asshole. Do you know that the largest cock she's ever had up the ass is
a steel replica of only l l/2"?
"It's possible to cause the most exquisite suffering in one slave with a dildoe
as small as 4" x 1", while another would hardly notice one of 14" x 5".
"Of course, masochists often experience enjoyment during the most intense
physical pain. And, we don't want that to happen. Then, we would not be
punishing her properly, would we? So, we must prevent this hot little bitch
from enjoying her punishment. It's surprisingly easy to do."
maggie turns white with fear. her little body shivers and her eyes dart
nervously.
The Mistress speaks. "Thank me," she commands.
"Thank you for punishing me, Mistress" the poor girl says.
The Mistress slaps her face violently.
"You have disobeyed me, slut!"
Tears flow down the slave's reddened cheeks.
"Clean your disgusting juices from my boot! And, not with your sniveling tears.
Use your tongue!"
maggie presses her mouth against the sticky boot. she licks her cunt juice
from the shiny patent leather and around the tip to the sole.
"Remain there," The Mistress orders.
The gentleman had grown rock hard inside his pants. He hoped The Mistress
didn't really mean to refuse the girl any sexual pleasure. He'd love to fuck
her and shove his cock down her throat while the dildoe forced her tight ass
apart. But, then he supposed he could always use marisa.
"she's getting wetter," The Mistress said. "I know she is. Find out, marisa."
marisa roughly pinched the kneeling girl's dripping cunt. maggie groaned but
remained in place, her ass sticking up in the air, her face pressed to the
floor.
"she's sopping," marisa reported.
"Soon she will be in such agony that it will not matter how wet she is now,"
the beautiful Mistress sneered.
She began breathing harder as she opened a cabinet to remove a small bottle of
oil. "This oil is distilled from a rare and exotic plant. It is concentrated
to be three times stronger than the type of hot oil used in Szchuan cooking.
Just one drop on sensitive mucus membranes causes the most intense pain and
irritation.
"It is new to maggie. Right now she is feeling terrified because she is
anticipating pain. But, she has learned that pain can lead to pleasure. This
ointment will change all that. It will make it impossible for her to feel
pleasure by short-circuiting her pleasure centers with an overload of pure
pain.
"Usually, submissives begin to feel pleasure as soon as the level of pain
becomes constant or reaches a certain intensity. They adjust to it and
pleasure takes over. But maggie's punishment is to meant HURT. It will engulf
her so that she feels nothing but pain in her asshole.
"To accomplish this, I will apply a tiny drop of oil to her clit before her
punishment begins. Then she will feel PAIN and only PAIN. Every minute or
hour or day that her punishment lasts."
At this point the visitor doubted The Mistress's sanity. Keeping servants in
their place was all well and good up to a point. And, keeping slaves for
sexual pleasure was both understandable and done more frequently than was
usually admitted.
But, this torment seemed absolutely diabolical. The girl's infraction had been
so slight. What on earth possessed her to stay? What strange power did The
Mistress have over the creature? And what strange passion drove The Mistress
to such extreme cruelty? For he could see that it was a passion. The
Mistress's own face was flushed and her eyes seemed to gleam demonically.
She continued to speak. "One drop goes a long way. The application must be
precise. I can use a small amount in a small area to eliminate her pleasure
reaction completely. It will be erased by a hot piercing pain that is so
irritating that when it recedes it will not allow the pleasure center to
function.
"I can also use a great deal to watch her struggle against a pain so intense
and overwhelming that she will pass out within five minutes.
"Spread your cunt lips, slave!"
maggie was beside herself with terror. she hesitated for a moment but her
Mistress did not. In a flash the terrible swish of a thin whippy cane landed
on her upturned buttocks.
"Now, slave! Now!" screamed her frenzied Mistress as she sliced her pathetic
slave again and again.
maggie finally obeyed. Balancing only on her chin and breasts, she reached her
hands behind her to separate her dripping cunt lips.
"It may be necessary to tie her," The Mistress said. "The building is entirely
soundproofed. Do not be alarmed if she cries out."
maggie remained trembling in her undignified position.
"You look like a ridiculous bitch in heat," The Mistress sneered. "Soon you
will scream like a bitch, too. Stay, bitch. Wait."
Turning her attention to the client, The Mistress said, "I'm sorry to have
gotten you so embroiled in our little domestic problems. What may we do for
you?"
"Oh, not at all, Madame," he assured her. But, he was barely able to conceal
his excitement. "Your demonstration has
been most instructive, most instructive. I have come because of some trouble I
am having with a maid. You have been highly recommended by Mary Winchester,
one of your clients who has effectively used your techniques on her servants."
"Yes, Mary Winchester has been a highly valued client for years. May I explain
our system, Sir?"
How could she concentrate on business, he wondered. He glanced at maggie, who
remained motionless on the floor, and at marisa, who still held the silver
platter with it's huge, menacing rod at shoulder height. Perhaps she wasn't
going to torture the girl any further and the spectacle was only meant to
impress him.
"Please do madam," he said, eager to hear what she'd say.
"As you know, The Punishment Shop sells punishments. We provide the correct
implements and instructions for using them. If you like, we also offer
demonstrations. It's rare that you'll find an instrument that can't be used in
a delightful variety of ways.
"What makes The Punishment Shop different from similar establishments is this.
We also give punishment demonstrations. You are about to witness one
impromptu. Right now, for instance, you are seeing the value of suspense. The
piquant edge it adds to an ordeal. And, you are having a very practical
demonstration of the way humiliation need not be diminished by an extremely
painful punishment.
She got up. "Now it is time to continue this punishment demonstration. But I
must advise you that it is specifically designed for the training of a slave,
not a maid, so I'd hardly recommend it in your case.
maggie remained trembling on her face and knees. "I have waited for a purpose,
to prolong maggie's terror and humiliation, but also to diminish her sexual
excitement. as I stressed, I want this punishment to HURT so that nothing
exists for her for as long as the punishment last but PAIN.
"So, we shall begin. If you feel that you will not be able to enjoy the
proceedings, if you might take pity on her and be tempted by mercy, you must
leave now, Sir, for I mean her to suffer beyond her current level of
endurance."
The gentleman stared at the helpless girl, so tempting and yes, so pitiable,
too. He wanted her badly and yet he was convinced that her Mistress would
never allow it. His only connection with her was to participate as a spectator
and watch her suffering. Inwardly he trembled for the lovely girl. But,
already it was mixed with a resolute firmness. For, despite his sensible
concern, he wanted to hear her screams and wails and to see the huge dildoe
tear her apart.
The Mistress unscrewed the cap from the bottle of oil and withdrew a small
dropper. "Beg me for your punishment, slave."
"i beg you to punish me, Mistress."
marisa and the gentleman watched the spectacle of the trembling girl
undefensively offering her ass and her cunt for abuse and the calm stern
Mistress intent on punishing her.
"I don't want you to move, slut."
"Yes, Mistress."
Carefully, the Mistress took the dropper from the bottle and touched only the
tip of it to tip of the kneeling girl's clit, which was sticking out from
between the folds of the pussy lips she obediently held apart for her
Mistress's assault.
As soon as contact was made, maggie's hands fell from her cunt and beat the
floor in a mad frenzy. she let out a long, piercing, high-pitched wail that
didn't stop but mixed with other guttural cries and shrieks as if she would go
mad with the pain. her body convulsed in a series of shudders and
contractions. she rolled this way and that on the deep oriental carpet in a
vain attempt to escape the stabbing pain that was coursing through her body.
The visitor gripped the arms of his chair in horrified fascination. Never
before had he seen a human being, even a human being as degraded and abused as
the girl had been before the application of the diabolical liquid, turned into
a screeching, writhing animal-like creature with no control, no semblance of
dignity, and not a shred hope of avoiding her agonizing ordeal.
marisa grinned. she had no shred of compassion for the tortured girl. she was
obviously relishing her part in the ordeal. he couldn't imagine how the second
part could be worse.
Control yourself, maggie!" the Mistress said mockingly. "Aren't you ashamed of
making such a spectacle in front of the gentleman?"
It was doubtful that maggie could hear this taunt, for all the noise she was
making as her body convulsed in tears and spasms.
"Oh Mistress, have mercy on me," she finally wailed. "Please, Mistress, have
pity! This is much worse than you said. This can't be the beginning. i will
die, Mistress. It will kill me."
"How's your cunt, slut?" the Mistress said. "Do you want to play with yourself
for us? go on try."
"OOOOOH, pleeeeeease Mistress, pleeeeeeeeeeease nooooo!" maggie shrieked.
"Would you like another drop then? It's up to you. One or the other. Touch
yourself now, you horny little slut, or beg me for another application."
maggie moaned in agony, but almost immediately she reached back to touch her
cunt.
"Touch the clit, darling," her Mistress said. "Touch it where I put the oil.
See if it makes you feel any better." Then she laughed. She was truly enjoying
herself.
Terrified of touching her burning clit, yet more terrified of another
application, maggie tentatively brushed her finger over her dainty clitoris.
As soon as she did, she let out a loud and agonized screech. She was beside
herself and couldn't stop screaming things like, "HELP, OH HELP ME, MISTRESS! I
CAN'T STAND IT! AHHHH! OHWWWW! PLEASE! OHHH," and making animal-like sounds
that were truly frightening and heartrending.
But, the Mistress was pleased with her work. "Good," she said. "The first
part of the punishment has worked. Now you will be able to concentrate on the
pain of the second part.
"you may believe, in your agony, that you will not be able to feel any other
pain. But I will teach you that you are wrong. Already the pain in your clit is
beginning to subside. It was a nuisance to have you carry on so, but entirely
necessary for our purposes. Soon, the sharp stabbing pain that still tears
into your cunt will become a dull throbbing ache. That means that the pleasure
center in your clit is out of temporarily commission. All pleasurable
sensations to that area will be blocked and only felt as a maddening
irritation. All that screaming for a merciful act of anesthesia. You might
beg me to apply the oil to the dildoe for the blessed relief it eventually
gives."
The girls's eyes became wide in terror at the thought of the terrible oil being
slathered on that huge dildoe and stuffed up her sensitive ass, fastened in
place for hours by her beautiful and cruel Mistress. Yet, because her Mistress
had suggested it, she knew it was not impossible for her ordeal to end this
way.
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