TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 22 - calibration of tolerance for pain
The matron withdrew her finger from Susie's asshole, sniffed it a moment.
"Here, suck this clean," she barked, holding the loathsome thing near Susie's face.
Susie rebelled for a moment. Then the Crushers . . .
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"You see," the matron said to Angie,"some of our clients are down-to-earth
types that just turn the torture on full blast, and fuck the consequences.
If the broad is unconscious when they're ready to screw her, they just
stick their pricks into her, and have the time of their lives, whether
she responds or not."
"Others -- and I would tend to be in that category -- want their victims
to know exactly what's going on, every moment. They figure that they're
paying by the hour, and they want to fill every minute of that hour with
delightful torment. And an important part of the torture is that the girl
should know exactly when she is being raped, and by whom she is being
raped, and how she is being raped." The matron obviously liked the word
"rape", and the way Susie winced when she said it.
The matron had been buckling something to Susie's ankle during her
monologue -- something that looked a little like the cuff that the doctor
uses to measure blood pressure. "A harmless little thing," the matron
pointed out. "It doesn't get in the way at all, and it sends signals to
the control board by radio. Telemetering is the fancy word the engineer
who designed it for us used.
"The cuff monitors blood pressure, heart rate, rate of perspiration,
muscle tension, and a few other things. Sort of like a lie detector.
And we've found that those signals change with pain in a very uniform
pattern. Different from one victim to another, but the same every time
for the same girl. It doesn't matter what the nature of the pain is;
the response is the same for the same total amount of pain. And once we
have a girl's response pattern recorded, we can tell exactly when one
more ounce of pain will drive her over the edge of unconsciousness.
"Now, I could just put the squeeze on these little beauties" (she caressed
Susie's breasts) "until she passes out, and I'd have all the data I need.
But we've got lots of time -- time for a little fun. Besides, Susie might
learn a little about constructive attitudes if we make the pain last a little longer.
"So I'm going to play a little game. I'm going to try to outguess the
monitor. I'll start out nice and easy, and slowly increase the pain until
I think we've almost reached the limit. It won't be hard to guess pretty
nearly the right level, as you can tell a lot just by watching the
victim's face. Then, instead of going directly to the breaking point,
I'll relax for a moment before building it up to a slightly higher level.
It'll be great fun to watch the kid's response."
They put a gag over Susie's mouth, to stifle her screams. And then they
set to work. To add to the fun, the matron let Angie use the cattle prod
on Susie's cunt while she tortured the poor girl's tits. And all the
while she kept up a description of the potentialities of the fiendish device,
as much for Susie's benefit as for Angie's. And for her own, of course --
she loved to talk about inflicting pain.
"As I remarked, the thing that counts is the total amount of pain, not
the nature of the pain. So the client can work out an imaginative
schedule, shifting from the tits to the cunt, and possibly other parts of the body,
and alternating between whips and needles and clamps and whatever else he
happens to think of. Or combinations thereof. And the meter will warn
him every time he's approaching the danger point, so he can let up on one
of the sources of pain while he bears down on another.
"Or we can even set the damned thing on automatic. We can fasten on the
clamps and electrodes, etcetera, and hitch them up to electrically
operated controls. Then we can put a little program into the controls,
that cycles the pain from one type to another. And one part of the body
to another. And then all we have to do is turn it on and walk away."
"But what fun is there in that?"
"No fun, except when you come back in a couple of hours to see how she's
doing. But it's a great time saver when you want to punish a cunt for a
couple of hours. Or if she's scheduled for a date with a particularly
imaginative rapist, and you want to give her a softening up session, to
persuade her of the wisdom of going along with his kinky ideas."
