She is high, flying so very high. Sharp fragrant smells seep into her nostrils; brilliant colors create a hypnotic light show inside her head; pure raw lust oozes through every single pore.
A final well-positioned strike right at her opened cunt unleashes the flood gates. Volumes of liquid womanhood spews from her cunt and lands halfway across the room. Her eyes roll from her head and she nearly stops breathing as the orgasm ravages her exhausted abused body.
Her body limp, her responses slow, he releases her from the cross and repositions her securely in the gynecological chair. Legs belted to the stirrups, wrists bound to the wall behind the chair, and a thick strap around her waist. Still limp and unseeing, he leaves her to rest for a few minutes while he prepares her for his next torture.
Engaging the gears, the stirrups raise and widen until her legs are spread as far apart as possible without popping her hips out of place. The stirrups hover just above her waist. Her entire bottom is grotesquely displayed before him, allowing the cold air to seep inside her cunt.
She lifts her head to see what he is doing and barely has time to register the objects on his tray before he slams her into the leather headrest, straps a belt across her forehead and buckles it under the chair. A white ceiling and the bright overhead lights blurs her vision.
“Several things will happen this afternoon. First, you will be given a complete physical and lab workup. Secondly, we are going to measure how your body responds to different types of stimulation. These electrodes, strips, and clamps measure your body temperature, heart and breathing rates, and brain activity. Some of the more invasive parts of the exam procedures are usually performed under some type of anesthesia but I want you to experience all of it wide awake. With your flesh already sensitive from my whippings, your reactions should be strong.”
The monitors above her head clearly indicate a significant increase in her stress level. He smiles as he prepares his first procedure. The cell phone chirps and he reads the message from his doctor friend that he is running late. Not a problem. He has other things he can do in the meanwhile.
He moves in closely to examine her bruised and extended clit. It is impressive what lead weights and a bucket can do. Even her cunt lips are dark red from the leather whips.
He takes her extended and bruised clit into his mouth and sucks it down his throat, swirling his tongue along the length of it until it pulses with arousal. She is close to another orgasm but he is not ready for her to feel pleasure again. She needs to be tortured first.
Using a thin rubber strip, he ties her elongated clit at the base and squeezes it tight. Her clit feels like a noose is choking the life from it until numbness sets in with the blood supply cut off. Donning surgical gloves, he sits comfortably on the chair between her exposed sex and pours a liquid gel from a dark-brown glass bottle on the tray.
Using small, delicate circular strokes, he coats her flesh with the cool soothing gel. His magical fingers trace around the base of her clit and out to the tip, slips under and around the clit hood, then slides slowly up and down the interior of her cunt lips. His fingertips form wonderful tiny swirls and cover her battered flesh with the mysterious gel.
Scooping another handful, he painstakingly applies more but this time, his fingers slip inside her cunt and glaze the hidden delicate tissues.
Moaning in appreciation, she smiles and exhales a long breath of air. Her body slowly relaxes, her heart rate slows, her eyes flutter and then close. His fingers and the wonderful potion ease the soreness and pain raging through her private female areas.
Another handful of gel and his fingers carefully plunge fully into her canal and gingerly paint the stem of her cervix, up and down and all around the spongy surface. Tiny swirls, always increasing the pressure until her cervix relaxes and relents to his ministrations. Pausing, he presses into her cervical entrance, urging it to dilate by wedging a finger in the tip and tickling until it finally yields; the gel glides his finger into the mouth of the stem.
Terrified and also unable to move, she fills her lungs and screams out in pain. The penetration into her cervix without any medication is beyond sadistic torture. He carefully pivots his finger and tunnels another quarter inch then pauses to allow her a few seconds to adjust.
Leaning back in the chair, he smiles. He is having a blast toying with her. Her responses excite him and make him feel all powerful over her, of which he is. His cock bobs in full agreement, hard as a rock, engorged, and leaking generous amounts of pre-cum.
What she doesn’t realize is that the bottle contains a potent homemade salve that causes the skin to burn. The word “burn” doesn’t begin to describe the properties of this substance. Think of wasp stingers embedded into EVERY single pore. And each pore experiences an extremely savage pinprick followed by a sharp sting that radiates outward, and then a sickening burning sensation so intense, her vitals will most likely trigger all types of alarms.
Another notable feature of the gel is that it is easily absorbed into the individual layers of skin then breaches that protective barrier and travels into the bloodstream setting nerve endings on fire.
The reason he spends so much time spreading the gel is that he finds it highly entertaining to watch her reaction as her body absorbs the gel, watching as the prickling, burning, searing sensations flow through her.
The only antidote is a special cooling foam that will douse the inferno immediately upon application. The alternative is to wait for the burning pain to dissipate, approximately ten to twelve hours. Any type of liquid exposure to the gel increases the efficacy ten-fold, and that includes water, cunt juice, semen, saliva.
Little by little, her body trembles as tiny twinges plague her clit. Her hips gyrate and she thrusts her pelvic region towards his magical fingers. Several minutes later that bliss is followed by series of pinpricks that sting like she’d being stabbed with thousands of sharp hat pins, a very intense but still a relatively erotic phenomenon.
Several minutes follow then an unbelievable inferno sizzles in every gel-saturated pore. The flames lap at her tissue both inside and outside of her body simultaneously and she screams in utter misery.
If her hands were not bound, she would literally tear her flesh from her frame, the vicious gel is so concentrated. She cries out, begs for him to rinse it off, and promises him her forever obedience if only he would wash away the gel.
Why would he give her the antidote? Even though she is completely tied down to the chair, it is inspiring how many ways she can move her body when motivated. Changing to a comfortable chair near the desk, he sips two fingers of Jack Daniels and enjoys the show.
After several fingers of perfectly-aged Tennessee sipping whiskey, he feels refreshed and ready to continue her torture. Her body writhes and pitiful moans spout from her chest. She is on fire and drowning under the relentless cycles of varying types of pain slam through her body. Every pore, all protective layers of skin and worse, every single nerve ending inside her all rotate between sharp, biting, throbbing, burning pains, a true kaleidoscope of hell running amok above and below the surface of her skin.
After close to thirty minutes, she is beyond comprehending what is happening to her physically as well as psychologically. Her nerve endings under her skin crackle with incredible heat, a heat so punishing, she cannot escape, even mentally, she is unprepared to cope.
Lifting the electric toothbrush from his tray, he dips it into the potent gel and presses the switch. Zeroing in on her extended and well tortured clit, he ruthless sets it to rest on the tip. Her body lurches and pulls against her restraints, and she screams from his newest torture, still, she is unable to move away from him.
Back and forth, the toothbrush vibrates across the tip of her clit side-to-side while pushing the gel deeper into the swollen flesh and brushing away dead skin cells. The rough brushes finally and successfully sweep the first layer of skin away exposing the frail supporting layers beneath to the fiery gel.
The pain is beyond extreme and she sobs hysterically. “That’s my sex slave, let it out.” Smiling as his cock grows harder and he continues to brush pain into her flesh. Back and forth it cycles as he draws the toothbrush up and down the entire stem of her clit, from base to the tip and back to the base again.
Where the toothbrush leads, sharp, piercing needles and blistering pain follow shortly thereafter. Pulling her cunt lips aside, he brushes additional gel up and down the cuff then around her ass, cunt, and urethra, pausing for ten or fifteen minutes in each area. The sensitivity levels are beyond anything she has experienced before.
Absolute anguish storms through her sex with pure animal lust raging alongside and in competition. A waterslide of emotions run rampant in her mind. Her entire being is in a frenzy, under attack in so many places at the same time while her unfulfilled needs remain just that, unfulfilled.
Opening her cunt lips, the toothbrush continues to force the gel into her tissue. When he penetrates her vagina, he focuses the vibrating bristles up and down the stem of her cervix. She nearly jumps from the gyno chair, but the straps hold firm.
Irrefutably broken, she gives up or gives in, he is unsure which, but the outcome is the same. She is a drooling, quivering mass of pain-driven desire and cannot seem to find a single thread of pleasure.
Focusing the brush on the mouth of her cervix, he cycles back and forth until the muscles dilate once again. Withdrawing the brush, he dips it into the gel then reinserts it and presses into the opening. Penetrating the narrow channel to her uterus, he maneuvers the toothbrush so that it digs a passage to her reproductive system. As the properties of the gel takes effect; her body lifts from the chair and her screams nearly shatter his eardrums.
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