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Subject: {ASSM} Two New Toys Part VI [Mff, nc, bdsm, slave, tort, humil]
Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2004 06:10:04 -0500
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This story includes elements not appropriate for some readers,
including, but not limited to: strong language and graphic depictions
of: abduction, bondage, rape, torture, humiliation and heterosexual
and lesbian sex.  This story qualifies as pornography, and is not to
be read by minors, or anyone who feels that he/she might be offended
by the aforementioned content.  The author most definitely does not
condone the real life perpetration of acts included in this story,
unless they are done with the consent of all parties involved.

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Two New Toys, Part VI

Author's Note: This is a work in progress.  As of the time of this
post, I have written eight chapters.  I will post immediately
everything that I have written so far, then continue to post chapters
as I write them.  Comments, and requests for missing chapters are
welcome.  Send them to: the_fissure_king@hotmail.com

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	The Master stopped in front of Helen, leaning over her to look down
into her face.  Restrained as she was, she couldn't turn her head
away, but tried to avert her eyes as best she could.  The Master
teasingly leaned back and forth, trying to make eye contact with her.

	"First impressions are always hard, aren't they?" he said, "I could
barely sleep last night, trying to decide what to do with you for our
first torture session.  It was quite the dilemma.  On the one hand, I
didn't want to do anything too exciting.  I don't like repetition, and
I want to save the big surprises for later.  On the other hand, a
simple whipping would probably be too boring.  There will be plenty of
time for that later.  I was at a loss.  I think I've found something
appropriate, though."

	The Master opened the bag, and drew from it a few evil-looking
clamps.  They resembled alligator clips, but had a screw to tighten
them, rather than a spring.  They were covered in plastic, except for
the tips, and the end of each arm had a small hole in it.

	The Master paused for a moment to admire Helen's spectacular tits. 
Her nipples were hard in the cold air.  He gently took the left one
between his thumb and forefinger and twisted it until she began to
whimper into her gag.  He held it for a moment longer, than released
it.  Helen's relief was short-lived, as he immediately began fastening
one of the clips to the nipple he had been fondling.  As soon as the
pointy teeth began to clamp down on her erect nipple, Helen began to
whisper once more.  As he twisted the screw a half-dozen times, her
whimpers became more and more frantic.  By the time he stopped, she
was almost screaming into her gag.

	Releasing the clamp, the Master calmly waited for Helen's
vocalizations to subside.  When she was quiet once more, he quickly
reached down and twisted the screw another half-turn, causing her to
yelp.  By the time the Master had started on her right nipple, he had
Helen's undivided attention.  She found herself unable to tear her
eyes away from the mirror on the ceiling, and she stared on in
horrified fascination as he began to inflict his torture on her a
second time.

	Finished with her nipples, the Master knelt down between her legs and
began to work on her pussy.  Seizing her large inner labia, her
proceeded to attach one more clip to each of them, accompanied with
more whimpers and moans from behind her gag.  Checking over his
shoulder, the Master was pleased to note that Tina, too, was looking
on in morbid fascination as he exercised his cruelty on her friend's
helpless body.

	Then, to Helen's horror, he proceeded to take the final clamp and
attach it to her clit.  She was straining against her bonds before he
even started to tighten it.  As he did so, he was pleased to discover
that, judging by the ever more frantic noises coming from behind her
gag, her clit was every bit as sensitive as she had said during the
interview.

	The next thing to come out of the bag was a device made of three
leather straps in a T.  One strap ended in a metal buckle, while the
other two had a couple of four-inch plastic rods along its length,
terminating in rounded metal tips.

	As the Master retrieved the bottle of lubricant and proceeded to
apply some to the plastic rods, the device's purpose became apparent. 
He carefully threaded the free end of the belt through the gap between
the arch of Helen's lower back and the restraining device.  Pulling it
through on the other side, he attached it to the buckle, in front of
her stomach, just below the navel.

	"For someone who's never had anything up her ass, this may feel a
little weird.  Don't worry, it's not very thick," said the Master,
lifting the first of the two rods and placing it against her asshole.

	Helen's eyes widened a bit and she squirmed a little as the four
inches of plastic disappeared into her ass.  Without wasting any more
time, the Master lifted the strap and guided the second rod into her
pussy.  He then attached the end of the strap to the buckle, pulling
the whole apparatus tight.  More whimpers emanated from Helen's throat
as the leather strap pressed down on the clamp attached to her clit.

	Helen watched with a mixture of fear and confusion as the Master took
the last object from the bag.  It was a featureless black box with a
tangle of wires hanging off of it.  Without a word, he began to sort
through the wires.  Each terminated in a metal plug, and he began to
stick these into the holes in the arms of the various clamps.  The
rods in Helen's pussy and ass also had holes in their bases, and two
of the wires were attached to these.  When the Master was done, he
stepped back to admire his work.

	Helen was quite a sight to behold. She was completely immobile; her
hands and elbows fastened behind her backrest, her head held back,
legs spread wide, knees up in front of her protruding breasts.  The
clamps on her nipples were causing them to turn slightly purple. 
Tracks of tears ran down her cheeks and wires hung from all the most
intimate parts of her anatomy.

	The last thing wire from the box ended in a standard electrical plug,
which the Master proceeded to plug into a wall outlet.  After doing
this, he returned to stand in front of Helen, looking up to meet her
eyes in the mirror on the ceiling.

	"Now I'll explain what all this is.  This box is a transformer.  It
takes standard house current, and ups the voltage to about a thousand
volts, while dropping the current proportionally.  A shock of that
form is a quite powerful experience, but doesn't do any real damage. 
It makes a perfect method of torture.  Each of those clips has two
wires attached to it.  One side of the clip is the anode, the other is
the cathode.  When both are turned on, it'll deliver a shock through
whatever the clip is fastened to, in this case, an assortment of
rather sensitive parts of your body.  Meanwhile, the tip of the rod in
your pussy is an anode, and the one in your ass is a cathode.  When
they are both turned on, the shock will be delivered through the
tissue separating your vagina and rectum.  It's a rather strange and
painful sensation, I'm told."

	"This remote control," he said, pulling it from his bag, "controls
the box.  This button, for instance, will shock your nipples."

	He pressed the first button on the control.  A faint hum emanated
from the box, but was quickly drowned out by the rattling of Helen's
restraints and her gag-muted shrieks as her nipples were subjected to
the box's tortures.  The Master quickly released the button, and
Helen's cries ceased, but she continued to squirm in her bonds.  As
anyone who has received an AC shock knows, the pain isn't the worst
part; there is just something about being shocked that makes one's
body feel "wrong" in an indescribable way.  The sensation is
uncomfortable and disturbing, and lingers for some time after the
shock is over.

	"This button is for your labia," the Master said, pushing it down and
receiving a response similar to the one he got from the first.

	By now, Helen was panting into her gag and her eyes showed fear, and
an understanding that the worst was still to come.  The Master
chuckled evilly.

	"This is a fun one.  This will activate the rods in your pussy and
ass.  I like the results that this one gives, so I think I'll hold it
down for a few seconds."

	Helen whimpered into her gag as the Master moved his thumb onto the
button.  The Master looked over his shoulder to make sure that he also
had Tina's attention.  He did.  He placed his free hand onto Helen's
inner thigh and caressed it in an almost loving manner.  He looked
back up into the mirror to meet Helen's eyes, and slid his hand
between her legs to press up on the rods, making sure they were in as
far as they'd go.

	Then he withdrew his hand and pressed the button down.

	Immediately, Helen's hips began to buck, although their range of
motion was seriously restricted by the restraints.  Her breathing came
too fast and hard for her to manage a proper scream, but she began to
produce a serious of squeaks and her eyes rolled wildly.  Behind her
back, her hands clenched and her fingernails dug into her palms.

	The Master held the button down for about five seconds, then released
it.  Helen had broken into a sweat, despite the cold air.  Another
tear had managed to escape her eye, and was trickling down her cheek.

	"I love that.  But the best is still to come.  Can you guess what the
last button is for, Helen?"

	The Master leaned in very close and held the remote control right in
front of her face.  Her eyes had trouble focusing, but, beside his
thumb, she could make out the word "CLIT" in yellow letters on the
black control.  She moaned in fear and tried to shake her head no,
failing due to the restraints.

	The Master reached his free hand down between her legs once more. 
The leather strap covered her clit, but the clamp protruded slightly. 
He wiggled it with his finger.  Helen whimpered.

	"You know... I like to save that one for special occasions.  I think
I'll go have some fun with your friend now.  Don't worry, I'll keep
you busy with a few random button presses while I'm fucking her... and
I'll hold down that last button just as I'm shooting my load into her
virgin pussy.  Sounds like a plan?"

	Helen couldn't respond.  She could only watch in terror as he turned
away, and began to move across the room towards Tina, remote control
in hand.

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