Chapter 3 - her predicament worsens

Sophie's concentration is broken by the nipple clamps tightening on her engorged buds, cruelly dividing her attention between the two tormenters as the tension in the chain increases, but she has no strength left to fight her inevitable descent. She merely tries to arch her back, throwing her breasts as far forward as possible to relieve some of the tension as she finally comes to rest with the artificial penis deep inside her, her mons resting finally against the round head of the inactive vibrator.

Her breathing is deep and deliberate, almost like a woman in labor, and her body tense and trembling with the shock of her violation. Suddenly her lower body slumps in exhausted defeat, only her upper body attempting to relieve her torment by thrusting her chest forward.

Her captor takes a moment to adjust a control on the base of the pole, expanding a small air bladder in the top of the dildo. While Sophie flinches at the unfamiliar sensation, her captor knows that it will not hurt her, it has simply inflated the tip of the penis, making it wide enough that it would be extremely painful to remove from Sophie's vagina.

Her wrists are clearly starting to ache once more, the rope cutting into the skin and applying pressure the delicate combination of bones and muscle. The time between cycles of exertion and relaxation will continue to shrink as her reserves of strength are worn down. She takes one more deep breath, and pushes with all her might, using her strong thighs to flex her knees once more, pushing down with her feet and forcing her body upwards. Several inches of the dildo emerge, slick with Sophie's own secretions, the ribs rubbing against her vaginal lips as she rises slowly. Her body reaches the full extension that her bondage allows, the ropes gripping her thighs to her ankles at a 45 degree angle and her wrists almost able to rest on her head while the chain on the nipple claims hangs loosely, the agonizing tension gone, and replaced with the dull ache of the clamps.

For a moment she seems relieved, and then puzzled, as she strains more vigorously again, apparently attempting to dislodge the dildo from her uncomfortably filled vagina. The woman smiles, watching Sophie sob as she realizes that both the hight of the artificial cock and the inflated bladder in the tip prevent her from expelling it. She is trapped, the dildo rests inside her even as she strains and struggles to push herself higher.

She is gasping for breath now, as her legs tire and her body burns with the effort of holding herself up, but she is not yet ready to face the humiliation and violation of the dildo and the pain of the nipple clamps again. She starts to speak again, this time more ragged and desperate.

"Please. Please." She sobs through the metal spider gag. "What is it you want? I'll do it, just please, please make it stop."

The woman does not seem tremendously interested in her pleadings, instead taking the opportunity to examine Sophie's ***. Her trimmed hair is matted with sweat, and her vagina still plugged with the top quarter of the dildo. The lips are more visible now, having been spread so brutally. She notices that they are relatively large, the outer and inner lips distinctly visible, with a prominent clitoris covered by a generous hood.

"Young Lady." The woman says calmly. "I want you to be the best whore you can be. I want you to remember this as the moment in your training when you realized that you were in the hands of a professional who would coax performance out of you that you never thought possible, and who would help you correct your behavioral problems."

The woman watches dispassionately as Sophie's legs give out again, and she slowly slides back down the dildo, her face more resigned this time, although still grimacing with every rib of the cock that she takes inside her. Finally she rests once more at the lowest point of her torment, her breasts and wrists taking the strain as her legs loose muscle tone and her filled pussy fully envelopes the dildo. Her breathing is more ragged, and her body is sweating heavily.

The woman leans forward and flips the switch on the Hitachi taped to the dildo, its head resting against the top of Sophie's vulva. Sophie's demeanor changes immediately. She jumps, squealing, immediately pushing with her legs to escape the surprising and unwanted sensation. She pulls with her wrists, trying to gain more leverage to pull her self up, brought up short by the inflated end of the dildo in her pussy.

"No!" She screams. "No! Please!"

Although her exertions have moved her *** away from the vibrating ball, it is attached to the dildo and the wand is still transmitting strong vibrations through the dildo, which is resting firmly inside her.

The woman produces another item from a shelf behind Sophie, a tube attachment connected to what looks like a medical drip bag full of white liquid. Reaching up, the woman detaches the cord connecting Sophie's nipple clamps to the ceiling, and, keeping adjusting the line, pulls it through the ceiling eyelet, connecting it to the bag of fluid. Sophie squirms and shouts, writhing in pain as the woman connects the bag to the line so that the weight of the bag is pulling upwards on the girl's nipples. The heavy bag applies more tension to the line than before.

Sophie's tormentor then takes the end of the tube, and clips it into the ring of the spider gag. "Sophie." She says. "In this bag is 2 liters of the same mix of butter and sugars that you are familiar with. Sucking on this tube, and swallowing the liquid, will relieve the tension on your breasts. Spilling any will bring swift punishment."

Sophie exhausts herself once more, shaking at the end as she is no longer able to maintain muscle control, and slowly descends, painfully taking the vibrating dildo back into her vaginal canal as the nipple clamps tighten more viciously than before. Her tormentor is watching her closely for any signs of arousal at this point, knowing that the exhaustion serves at least in part to lower her ability to resist external stimulation, and that her desperate attempts to balance pain and tired muscles will serve to distract her from other, more subtle assaults. She shows little ability to control the last inches of her descent, collapsing into her resting position, her nipples pulled tight by the bag of fluid, her mons resting firmly against the tennis ball sized vibrator, and her lips splayed lewdly by the dildo that fills her so completely.

She trembles, sobbing and writhing, trying desperately to focus and make sense of the overwhelming sensations her body is experiencing. She thrusts her upper body forward, trying to minimize the pain from the nipple clamps, but the action simultaneously tilts her abdomen and hips, her clitoris forced against the powerful vibrator. The sensation shocks her once more, and she jerks her hips, trying to pull away, her breasts tugging sharply at the nipple clamps. Perhaps unable to tolerate the sharp clamps on her tender nipples, perhaps curious about the sensation of the vibrator, she arches her back again, pressing her vulva back onto the ball, gasping at the intensity.

She sucks tentatively at the tube held into her mouth by her gag. The sweet fluid rushes into her mouth with little resistance, flooding her taste buds with sensation as her mouth fills and she swallows the first mouthful. The syrupy liquid rewards that most primitive part of her brain-stem, relieving the sensations of torment on her breasts as the pleasurable feeling of the vibrations on her clit begin to mingle with the sensations of taste in her mouth. She takes another gulp from the bag, wondering how much of the bag she will have to drain to feel relief from the clamps on her teats, knowing in the back of her mind she will have to consume all of it.

Her tormentor notices the subtle change in her motion immediately. She is no longer desperately struggling to lift herself away from the dildo and the cruel tugging on her nipples. Instead she has realized that she can rest her torso, and relieve the pressure on her wrists, by taking some of the weight of her body on her mons, pressed against the vibrator at the base of the dildo. The position is a terrible Faustian pact for her, and one that she cannot be unaware of. The only position that relieves her discomfort and exhaustion simultaneously subjects her to relentless stimulation of her vulva and clitoris.

She lifts herself from the vibrator, a sharp intake of breath accompanying her straining as she pulls herself up with her arms and pushes with her thighs, exposing some six inches of the dildo, slick with lubrication from her engorged vagina. She begins to pant, her body slick with perspiration, the exertion already taking a toll on her once more as she begins to steadily suck on the tube, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the high calorie fluid while she rocks slowly back and forth, rubbing her sensitive vulva and clit against the relentless vibrator.