Chapter 27 – High Tech Torture 3
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"Rozz, this station is called Robofuck. It is still experimental but we think we're close to perfecting it," said Portia.
My pain filled body had reached the final station. I'd regurgitated a mouthful of shit and there was a brown streak running out the side of my mouth down on to my mangled tatas. I was practically catatonic over what they had done to my breasts. They were hideous. Combine that with the fact that the Laser Whip had covered me with pulsating red stripes some of which were oozing drops of blood and I would have to conclude I was in pretty bad shape. Did I mention that the Laser Whip's favorite targets were between my legs? I was numb from my clit to my asshole. I wasn't sure I still had a clitoris or if I did it would ever work again.
"The Robofuck is not finished," questioned Colette.
"It's almost done. We're still tweaking it. It is on the cutting edge of what we know about the nature of pain and pleasure. You've heard the phrase it hurts so good?" asked Portia.
"Yes, it is like when my girlfriend sticks her fist in my pussy," said Colette.
I found myself agreeing with Colette's analogy. When your girl friend manages to finally slip her entire hand in your vagina and she makes a fist and moves it up and down your insides it does hurt but it also feels good.
The Frame rotated and I was upside down. I felt something probing for my asshole. Before very long its search was successful and something quite large entered my anus. I felt something expand just inside my rectum to form a seal.
"A column of air will butt fuck Rozz," said Portia.
"Air, just air," said Colette.
"Robofuck will use hot air to inflate her rectum and intestines then deflate them in a matter to seconds. Rozz will blow up like a balloon first. Then the system evacuates the air and her guts contract. I assure you it is far more painful than any other form of anal intercourse. Give Colette a demonstration, Lars."
Two seconds later my guts filled up like a sausage casing then collapsed painfully inward.
"Oh for the love of Jesus don't do that to me again," I begged when the pain reached the point that I was no longer screaming. The force of the air had slammed my abdomen outward and put enough pressure on my stomach to force me to regurgitate another mouthful of my own shit. Given that I was upside down, I opened my yap and let my crap splatter on the floor.
Another probe was guided into my vagina and it was more than a glorified air pump. It was a big fat imitation dick. The system slowly and inexorably forced this very long and wide dildo into my vagina. At the base of the dildo was some sort of hydraulic piston.
"The mechanical cock had tiny air holes that create a light suction as the dildo is withdrawn. It will pull the walls of Rozz's vagina inward creating these incredible sensations. I've actually tried that and it is the most thorough pussy reaming a woman can imagine," said Portia.
"I hope it turns her cunt inside out," commented Colette.
The final component of the Robofuck was some sort of device that fitted over my clit. It formed an airtight seal around my clitoris then sucked my love button into a latex lined sleeve.
"For Rozz's love button, we apply a low level electrical shock. The voltage is exactly the same as that used by the body's central nervous system to signal that a female orgasm is taking place. As a result Rozz will experience a non-stop orgasm that will slowly change from extreme pleasure to unbearable pain," said Portia.
"We've had some trouble getting this part adjusted properly. Some women climax to the point of seizure and experience a stroke," added Lars.
"Still outside of a lifetime of yoga it is the most profound mind body connection possible," said Portia.
"It would be nice if the bitch were a vegetable when we were done. I could take her back to Paris with me. She could become my toilet slave," said Colette.
"Our Rozz is a tough one. She'll survive,' said Rory.
"Lars, Is the latest release of male pheromone ready?" asked Portia.
"Yes, and since Rozz is connected to Robofuck in all the right places, I'll release Version 4.7," said Lars.
"What does this pheromone do?" asked Colette.
"Our pheromone is a synthetic developed at a laboratory in Japan. Basically it is an aromatic stimulant that will vastly increase Rozz's desire for sex. A few whiffs and she will be insatiable. Her sex drive will take over her being and she will act like a woman possessed of an uncontrollable urge to fuck.
I'd heard that several laboratories were experimenting with pheromones and pheromone-like substances to correct female frigidity and enhance the female desire for sex. My nose picked up a sweet smell that was originating from a plastic tube that Robofuck had inserted just inside the opening to my nostril. In spite of my overall pain and exhaustion, I felt a stirring in my groin. The pheromone had begun to kick in almost immediately.
"One final thing, Rozz, this is your brain wave pattern when you arrived at Robofuck. We'll put this at the very bottom of the monitor for comparison purposes. This is your current pattern. It will display at the top. As you can see, your brain activity has already begun to elevate. Watch and see how Robofuck affects your mind," said Portia.
As an OR nurse, I know something about brain waves. There's nothing more depressing than watching the wave pattern slowly flatten on a young soldier we're trying to put back together. My current pattern did have much higher peaks and valleys than when we started. If those peaks and valleys got too high I would have a stroke or possibly flat line. This was my first life or death fuck. God there was an itch between my legs. The pheromone was working. I needed to be fucked.
"Let's get started," I yelled anxious to ride that faux cock.
Robofuck came to life and it was truly awesome. For the next twenty minutes I was fucked to the edge of madness. My stomach would expand like I was five months pregnant then contract in a blur. The dildo would force itself into my uterus then apply suction as it withdrew. I expected my insides to come out any moment.
It was heaven and it was hell. I screamed for the dildo and air pump to fuck me then screamed again from the pain of their doing what I begged for. I could feel a solid electrical current traversing my body from my clit to my cerebral cortex. That was the oddest and most terrifying sensation. Imagine that your clitoris has a dedicated communication line to your brain and it never shuts up. It screamed the word 'orgasm' over and over again in one continuous wail.
Still I needed it. The pheromone had a striking effect on me.
"Faster and harder," I screamed.
"Shall I increase the performance," Lars asked Portia.
"Give her everything that Robofuck is capable of. It will either kill her or make her the greatest fuck that ever lived. As Nietzsche said, 'that which does not kill me, makes me stronger,'" said Portia.
I regurgitated more shit to adding to my nightmare as Robofuck reached its maximum. I reached mine also. Karen later told me it was sort of God like watching me on the monitor.
"I was truly touched. You are an exceptional human being, Rozz," said Karen when we were driving back to the Four Seasons.
"Woman against machine and woman held her own. They'll talk about you for months no years to come," added Gordon.
My twenty minutes over Robofuck halted. I wasn't sure I had orgasmed one or an infinite number of times. The devices released me and I was able to breathe normally again.
"Portia said I could have some souvenirs," said Colette who had appeared in front of me.
I was still in the Frame. Having completed my circuit of the oval track I was back to where I started.
"What kind of souvenirs?" I asked wearily.
"She said I could have two fingernails and two toe nails. I collect them you know," said Colette opening a small zippered valise to reveal several sizes of needle nose pliers. That seemed like a stupid statement. How the hell was I to know that Colette collected finger and toenails?
"You're insane. You can't do that to me. It'll take days for me to heal as it is," I cried. "Portia, don't let her do this to me."
"Oh, quit being such a baby. They'll grow back," said Portia from the Control Room.
"You know something, Rozz," said Colette as she knelt down at my feet.
"What Colette? Please don't disfigure my hands and feet." I begged.
"Portia's machine is totally awesome but it lacks the human touch. I find it too remote and impersonal. You don't get to feel the slave's breath when they scream. You don't have the pleasure of running your hands over them and feeling their terror and sweat. Do you agree?"
"I agree but don't do this to me. I can't take it," I said.
"Oh, you are going to surprise yourself," said Colette as she slipped the sharpened tip of the pliers under my second toe. "I'm going to pull it off very slowly, enjoy."
Colette pressed the handles together and beginning to extract my fingernail. I wanted to pass out but couldn't. My agony was so great that I would have tried to bash my brains against the rack but my head was restrained and I could barely move my skull a half-inch.
It was one long continuous wail of agony as millimeter by millimeter the base of my toenail was yanked free of the surrounding flesh.
My throat was two raw to scream. I made sounds that were not quite screams as Colette drove the point to the very base of the nail then closed the handle tight and pulled. I read that the Gestapo during World War II practiced extraction of finger and toenails. The flesh under the nail is reputed to be some of the most sensitive in the entire human body. All I can say is that it hurt like all hell as Colette pulled the nails off my second toes and my ring fingers. She held the bloody results up for me to see before she deposited them in a tiny Ziploc bag. I wonder how she displays her collection and to whom.
Colette took only two toes and two fingers. Portia had limited her to that. Left to her own devices, she would have gone for the complete set. Still, she wasn't quite done with me. The moment that Lars and Rory finished taking me out of the Frame, Colette stepped forward and landed her balled up first in my shit packed abdomen. I grabbed my stomach as I fell to the floor. A lack of breath and overwhelming nausea produced the expected result. My belly began to empty. Colette grabbed my hair and dragged me by it to the grate in the center of the tile floor. I lay there covered in my puke and shit spewing for God knows how long. I kept heaving and heaving until at last I was empty. Someone turned a pressure hose on and washed me off. Finally I was pulled to my feet, dressed in a robe and placed in a wheelchair which was a good thing because I couldn't walk.
It was the first time I had been removed from a dungeon in a wheelchair. That was how bad I was hurting. The laser whip had rendered the bottoms of my feet unusable. I could barely think or talk. From somewhere I recall there was supposed to be some kind of finale. I didn't think I could take anymore. Right before I left, Lars had given me a shot of Demerol to deaden the pain.
The guests applauded us as we reached poolside.
"You were magnificent. If that was me, I would be dead or in the loony bin," said Karen rushing up to me.
"I may get there yet," was my reply. There wasn't a part of my body that didn't hurt even with the Demerol kicking in. I've been through some S&M sessions others would consider way over the top but what Portia and her Pain Portal did exceeded anything I had experienced to date.
Portia and Colette wheeled me up to the bandstand where Portia took the bandleaders microphone and made an announcement.
"Let's give Colette and Rozz a hand for providing us with some wonderful entertainment."
Everyone clapped. That was nice of them. Portia continued.
"The night is still young and if any of you ladies like to go for a spin through Portia's Pain Portal, Lars will be more than happy to take care of you."
That produced a nervous titter through the crowd. After what they had witnessed on the outdoor monitor I couldn't imagine anyone eagerly shouting, "I want to go next". But I was surprised.
"My wife will give it a try," said a short chubby little man. His wife was a stunning oriental beauty, years younger than him and a head taller. She had the thin lithe like body of a super model. She had the incredible cheekbones found in Northern China where you find women that are a mixture of White Russian and Han Chinese. Some say they are the most gorgeous women on the planet. All I can say is that she was incredibly beautiful with a figure that complemented her face.
"No Sergei, I won't" said the girl. I later learned he was one of those sleazy Russian billionaires who had bribed his way to ownership of several large state industries that had been sold for a tiny fraction of her worth.
"You will do as I say, Pearl," said Sergei slapping her hard enough to split her lips with the oversized diamond rings on his fingers. Drops of blood instantly appeared on her white silk blouse. She looked so hot standing there crying and bleeding. I wanted to be the one to take her back to Lars and torture her. She had beautiful long nails and I pictured how it would hurt to pull them out one by one. Sergei spoke in Russian to the muscular thug who accompanied them. I'd assumed he was Sergei's bodyguard. Portia's friends were not all nice people like Karen. Gordon, and myself. The bodyguard scooped Pearl up and threw her over his shoulder like she was a sack of flower and headed toward the dungeon with Sergei trailing behind. Her shrieks filled the night air. In spite of all I had been through, I began to stir a little. My hostess certainly knew how to keep a party going. Portia was not quite done.
"I told you earlier that I had a finale for the loser. What we did with the Pain Portal was high tech. Now we are going low tech. Its something you normally see in Mexico, Tijuana in particular that I have imported to the garden isle of Nevis for all our enjoyment. I give you Prospero," said Portia standing aside as a servant lead a pure white donkey out from behind a curtain.
Oh my God, the thought that I was going to be donkey fucked leapt into my mind. Colette looked over at me with a smile on her face. A quick glance at the undercarriage of Prospero and I was wondering how anything that large could possibly fit in my little pussy.
"And the big surprise is that Colette will be taking Rozz's place as Prospero's lover," said Portia.
Colette got a no fucking way look on her face. Her S&M union card stated she was a sadist not a masochist
"I am not fucking that filthy animal," said Colette defiantly.
At that moment, the big screen flickered then the image of the Asian girl's terrified face appeared. She was in the Frame totally naked. She did had an incredible perfect figure. Pearl was in the first station having her shit moved from her large intestine to her belly. There were clear plastic tubes in her mouth and ass. It was fascinating to watch the brown sludge exit her butt travel through the plumbing and pass down her esophagus. A quarter of the screen was devoted to Sergei watching his wife being punished. He was seated in a recliner, pants at shoe level. The massively muscled bodyguard was kneeling between his legs sucking his cock.
"Sorry Colette, you played the game so you have to abide by my rules. Get Colette ready, Samuel," said Portia. Two of Portia's servants stepped forward and took hold of Colette. They drug her screaming over to something that resembled a modified hospital gurney. They fastened restraints around her hands, head, and waist. She wasn't going anywhere. She was screaming and cursing in French. Samuel took a utility knife out of its sheath and cut Colette's clothes off. His buddy produced an economy-sized tube of lubricant and began applying it to Colette's pussy.
Apparently fucking outside the species was beyond her limits. She certainly could scream. On the other hand, my attention was divided as the monitor was showing the Asian girl's sculptured abdomen slowly swelling with her own shit. That made me wonder medically speaking how the gastro-intestinal tract reacts to twice eaten shit. In the psyche ward at the hospital we had a Lance Corporal who had a battle stress breakdown. He became so terrified of combat that he went insane and started to eat his own shit. The hospital's shrink, Doctor Blevins, felt he was faking insanity but in my opinion anyone willing to eat his turds for breakfast should be sent home. Nobody would want him around anyway. Pearl might be skinny as a runway model but she still had fourteen feet of large intestine like the rest of us. Her belly was bulging out. She definitely did not look like she was enjoying the experience. Thank God Karen had handed me a bottle of water and for the first time in over an hour, my mouth was not full of my own shit.
Samuel must have been through this before because he was able to correctly adjust the height of the gurney on the first try. Colette's cunt was lined up with Prospero's cock. There's no point in saying the donkey had a huge cock. Maybe compared to other donkey's he was on the small side. But compared to what we girls are ordinarily expected to stuff in our cunt, it was dangerously large. I recalled the old myth that Catherine the Great of Russia real cause of death was that a stallion she was attempting to fuck fell on her. I suppose she wasn't called, Catherine the Great, for nothing. I certainly didn't want something the size of Prospero's dick in my vagina.
"Would one of you ladies like to prep Prospero?" Portia asked the audience.
"I'll help," said Karen stepping forward. "What do I have to do?"
"He usually responds to a hand job and blow job combination," said Portia.
"Let me up. I am not going to screw that filthy animal," screamed Colette.
"Oh yes, you are, Colette," said Portia.
"I'll help you," said another woman stepping forward and kneeling down on the other side of Prospero.
They'd wheeled me close to Prospero. I could hear the lady explain how she had been raised in Mexico and that she had watched and participated in donkey fucking before. It's amazing what people can get into.
Karen and the woman were kneeling on both sides of the animal stroking his penis that was growing longer by the minute. Colette was absolutely wild eyed. I would have thought there wasn't a perversion or fetish that the French tart hadn't tried or was willing to try but I would have been wrong. Screwing that donkey violated her limits in some profound horrifying fashion. Maybe she watched her beloved mother get donkey raped when she was a little girl and it left her psychologically scarred. Not that I gave a shit why she was pitching such a bitch. I watched Karen put her mouth on the end of that weird looking cock and give it head. That certainly looked interesting. If I had not been so fucked up I would have been down there helping Karen.
Prospero's cock grew enormous as Karen sucked on the head and the other lady stroked the shaft.
"Prospero's ready," said Samuel sliding Colette on her gurney under the animal. "Please keep sucking him until we place Colette in the proper position.
It took four people and a lot of pushing and shoving to bury eighteen inches of donkey dick in our little Parisian. Karen and the other woman stayed on their knees guiding Prospero's member to Colette's entrance. Once they had the head wedged in her well lubricated hole, Samuel and his helper pulled Colette's legs toward the animal's back They would give a tug, another inch of cock would slide inside as Colette screamed her lungs out.
Once Colette's butt was nestled against Prospero's balls, Karen and her assistant stood aside for the crowd to watch. A donkey's cock gets considerable thicker at its base.
"Awesome, isn't it?" commented Karen standing beside me watching Colette's pussy bleed around Prospero's cock.
"I've never seen a woman take it all before,' said Gordon who it turned out had once managed a large hotel in Mexico City and was something of an aficionado of donkey and dog fucking.
Samuel and his assistant used Colette's legs as handles to pull and push her up and down the length of the cock. A few of these man made strokes and Prospero began to get the idea. He slowly began to do his own screwing. The two men held Colette's feet as Prospero got his donkey brain into it. Prospero started to brae loudly as he fucked Colette who was screaming her lungs out. Her cunt was a bloody mess. I found nothing wrong with that especially when I looked down at my hands and saw the band aids that Lars had used to cover my missing nails.
Prospero began to arch his back and slam his cock into Colette. Samuel and his buddy were having trouble holding on to Colette's feet. Prospero lasted for a good five minutes. Loud braes accompanied his final strokes. Colette never stopped screaming until right at the end when Prospero in one final brutal lunge blew his load.
On the monitor, the Pain Portal was injecting synthetic bee venom into the base of Pearl's breasts. The metal balls had pulverized her nipples and areola. She looked like she had stuck her boobs in a blender.
Prospero's climax was good for him but not so good for Colette. She passed out and missed the moment when Prospero's cock exited her cunt allowing a generous flow of blood and semen to drip out of a very open vagina. There was lots of applause as the crowd saluted Prospero before Samuel handed him a carrot then lead him back to the stable.
Several of the guests rushed up to take pictures of Colette's destroyed cunt. But Pearls' loud bee driven screams distracted the crowd and they slowly drifted away leaving me there with Colette.
Donkey fuck show over everyone went back to fucking or sucking whatever piece of flesh was nearest as they watched Pearl's tits being ruined. I was left to my own devices. Colette's donkey fuck had left her passed out and oozing blood and semen from her wide-open French twat. She was lying there on the gurney unattended. Occasionally she moaned or muttered something in French. Prospero had done a number on her. I was enjoying listening to her suffer when I saw on a nearby table the small alligator hide valise that contained the needle nose pliers she'd used to pull my nails off. I noticed it had the Louis Vuitton logo. That gave me an idea.
The Demerol had suppressed just enough pain to allow me to slowly get out of the wheelchair. I shuffled over to the table on my very painful feet and unzipped the valise. There were the pliers and a several other evil looking instruments of torture. The bitch had ground down the tips of the pliers to where they were sharp as a razor. That allowed then to easily slip under the nail and travel down to the base.
"Satan give me strength," I whispered to myself as I looked around for something to gag Colette with. I didn't exactly have Portia's permission to mutilate Colette so I need to keep her from raising the alarm.
Luckily the shelf underneath the gurney contained a number of leather straps and restraints one of which was a wicked looking ball gag. It was a hard rubber ball embedded with nasty quarter inch spikes, definitely not something you would use on a friend but Colette and I weren't exactly close.
I was moving slow as I managed to reach down and pick up the ball gag. Contact between the spikes and my fingers proved the spikes were sharp as nails. I checked to see that Colette's other restraints were still tight. There was a wide band over her fore head. Two others held her torso and her hands were restrained to the side of the gurney. Only her legs were free. I got the ball gag in position then used two fingers to pinch her nose shut. When her mouth popped open for air, I shoved the ball all the way behind her teeth and cinched it tight. The spikes biting in to the lining of her mouth awakened her. Those French eyes popped open and got wide as saucers when she saw me hovering over her. She tried to scream but all that came out was a muffled cry. Several of the spikes had penetrated her lips and there was even one sticking through the side of her jaw. I put one hand on the top of her head and the other under her jaw and squeezed. Based on her reaction, I don't think she liked that very much.
I grabbed some more belting off the gurney shelf. I looped it around her right leg and tied it off to the side of the gurney. Then I did the other. I had to take a breather after that. I was feeling a little dizzy.
Up on the screen, our Russian billionaire and bodyguard were playing Laser Whip with Pearl. They appeared to be having a much better time than she was. The two men were seated in comfortable office chairs with the laser guns in one hand and their cocks in the mouths of two obliging females who had appeared from somewhere.
"What are you doing?" said Karen who had come to check on me.
"Revenge, good you're here. I need your help," I said.
"What do you want me to do?" asked Karen.
"Hold her fingers while I pull out her nails," I said.
"Sounds delightful. Too bad it looks like she had a recent manicure," said Karen grabbing Colette's hand and separating her fingers.
It takes a surprising amount of strength to pull a fingernail out. I extracted the index and ring finger nail causing the French bitch untold agony. She passed out when I forced the pliers down to the base of her thumb. But I had discovered a vial of ammonium nitrate in her valise. I woke her back up so she wouldn't miss anything.
"You're exhausted. Let me do one," said Karen after I managed to separate Colette and her thumbnail. Karen was for the first time at least to me displaying a highly attractive sadistic streak. Then I remember she tried to chop up her philandering fiancé.
Karen did the third finger and pinkie. We had to revive Colette once again. We were getting the knack of it and the other hand went quicker. Colette had beautiful feet and the nails were perfect. At least they were before Karen and I pulled them out. From Colette's reaction, I'd have to say that toes hurt just as much as fingers.
I gathered the twenty nails up and placed them in a Ziploc bag and put it in my pocket.
"A souvenir," I said to Karen.
"You're a mess, Colette. And you had such beautiful nails." I was doing a little taunting myself. The spikes on the ball gag had worked there way though her cheeks as she contorted in the agony of nail removal. She looked like she had a porcupine in her mouth.
"Here, let's use these," said Karen pulling several alligator clamps out of Colette's values. There was a certain irony in torturing her with her own equipment. Karen adjusted the clamps for maximum pressure. I used the pliers on her nipples to extend them out to where they were translucent. Karen positioned the clamps and allowed them to snap shut at the base of the bud. That occasioned more wide eyes looks of pain and terror from our French ally.
After the nipples were done, I grabbed her clit in the pliers and crushed it flat as a sheet of paper so Karen could apply another clamp to her love button.
"We've used everything," said Karen looking in the now empty valise.
"Almost, do you think you could take a dump on her face? I'd do it but I am empty," I said.
"I'm not sure. I could try," said Karen.
"Here, I'll help you up," I said.
Karen climbed up on the gurney and pulled her short skirt up. She wasn't wearing any panty. She straddled Colette's face.
"Hold my hand to steady yourself. Just relax and let go," I said.
Sweet little Karen Masterson came through for me. At first it was a couple of soft ones that landed on Colette's head with a pleasing plop. Then something broke loose and the largely fruit and salad diet we ate on Nevis to keep our slim figures showed itself in a pile of loose shit that buried Colette's face under a brown puddle of manure. She looked like a cow had dumped on her.
"That was terrific. If I ever want somebody shit on I'll call you first," I said as I helped Karen down.
"That was my first time but it was fun," said Karen.
"Here, help me wheel her behind the curtain. We wouldn't want them to find her too soon," I said pushing Colette behind the stage curtain.
Karen and I found Gordon who had just finished a triple penetration of a famous film star who was on holiday in Nevis. As we left I looked up at the large monitor to see a more dead than alive Pearl being fucked into a vegetable state at the Robofuck station. Gordon told me before I left Nevis that they did not discover Colette until mid morning the next day. Her current residence is a sanitarium right outside Paris. Teach her to mess with a soldier of Uncle Sam's.