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From: edwardt@interlog.com (Mr. Ed)
Subject: Pooch's Story (Part 4) (BnD, S&M, Slave MMMMMFFF/F)

This is my first effort at fantasy literature. Constructive criticism
is welcome all other will be disregarded. The story is bondage and
discipline based. If this is not your cup of tea  please read no
further 

Next week I will post The Trial (Part II) after which I will depend on
reader response to determine the verdict. 

The Trial (Part I)
What seemed like an eternity passed before Ed returned to fetch Pooch
for the trial. Her teeth were chattering from the cold of the ice
blanket. Ed removed the giant bag and set it aside. “Not too bad”, he
commented. “That ice has really kept the swelling down”. His words
fell on deaf ears. Pooch was too cold, too sore and too tired to
comprehend much of what was said. When he released her wrist cuffs
Pooch just slumped over the hip bar. Her back was too weak to
straighten up. After freeing her ankles Ed picked her shivering body
and laid it down on the rack. When her ravaged back contacted the
rough wood she let out a moan, but still Pooch did not move.
“I’m going to dress you for court now. You’ve got to be presentable
for the judge and jury”.
Pooch caught this remark and the feeling of panic stared to creep
back. When she heard the word jury it meant that there would more
people, strangers,  present. Despite her sexual predilections Pooch
was a very shy person and her relationship with Ed, at least till
Marla showed up, had been a private affair. When she decided to stay
the idea that Marla could use her publicly had not occurred to her. If
it had she would have left.  
Ed had brought over the slut strap and studded bra for Pooch to wear.
The slut strap was made of two thick but fairly narrow leather straps
one of which went around the waist and the other between the legs. The
strap that went between the legs had two metal plates attached with
threaded studs welded to the plates. This allowed various dildos and
but plugs to be screwed in.  Both straps had metal reinforced  slots
that fit over steel D rings allowing the straps to be tightened to
various degrees and locked in place with padlocks. Today the strap had
the largest dongs, that Ed knew would fit, attached. The one for her
cunt was a ten inch long by three inch thick monster and the one for
her brownie was almost  two inches wide by eight inches long. The
studded bra was also an adjustable leather unit. Each cup consisted of
two leather rings, one for the front of the breast, encircling the
nipple abaout a half inch back from it, and the other fitting the base
of the breast and adjustable, just like the slut strap. Three short
leather strips connected the two cup rings and a wider strap went from
the side  of each cup to be fastened behind the slaves back. Nothing
connected the cups at the front  allowing the  captive tits to be
pulled to the sides to the extent that the back strap was tightened.
The most unusual part of this brassier was that not only were there
studs on the outside but there was a corresponding stud on the inside.
the inside studs were about a half inch long and pointed, though not
sharp enough to penetrate the skin. 
“Would you like to lubricate these or do they go in dry?” scowled Ed. 
Pooch gathered up as much saliva as she could and opened her mouth
wide. Each dildo was shoved to the back of her throat as she tried to
slobber as much spit on them as she could. Keeping the contents of her
stomach down as the phalluses made her gag was a real struggle.
“Spread your pussy lips”.
Pooch reached down and spread the lips as wide as she could with her
fingers. Ed started to shove the monster dildo into  Pooch’s dry cunt.
Thank got for the spit she thought, but as the cock head was forced
into the hole it still stretched the sensitive skin almost to the
breaking point. With just the head inserted into her cunt Ed started
inserting the other dildo up her anus. Since both dildos were attached
they had to be inserted simultaneously. Pooch let out a yelp as her
sphincter was stretched to the limit. Slowly both dongs were inched in
to their limits and that straps locked tight.  The tip of the dildo in
her cunt could actually  be seen to cause a bump in her belly just
above her belly button.  Putting her legs together was impossible.
Pooch was full and stretched to the limit. Pressure against her
bladder made her want to pee and the full anus created an overwhelming
desire to shit, of course she could do neither. The pressure against
her womb was painful as was the stretching of her rectum. 
The bra was next to go on and Pooch feared this even more than the
invasion of her private holes. The first cup was placed over the left
breast and pulled back as much as possible causing the studs to dig
into the soft flesh surrounding the nipple. The strap around the base
of the breast was then pulled as tight as Ed could. The tit ballooned
making the front ring much tighter and all the studs dug in causing
some tearing and bleeding. Pooch screamed. Ed slapped her hard. She
quieted down to a whimper. The process was repeated with the right
breast. Both turned purple. As Ed went to do up the back straps and
pull the tits out to the sides Pooch started shaking.  “It won’t do
you any good”, said Ed and the straps were locked together tight
behind her back causing Pooch’s swollen melons to be pulled obscenely
sideways. Tears flowed where she thought there were none left.  “I’m
sure you can manage to put these on”. Pooch was handed her black
pumps. She managed to force them on to her feet. Ed then brought over
a set of heavy leg irons and manacles. It was all getting to be too
much for Pooch. She was hurting badly and was about to be humiliated
in front of who knows how many strangers. It occurred to her that
since she was alone with Ed, for the moment maybe she could still
change her mind about staying? She would try.
“Please master” she said, getting off the  table and unto her knees.
“I beg you to let me change my mind and let me go. You don’t have to
give me anything. That could be the penalty for changing my mind,
just, 
OOOF!!!  Ed’s foot caught her in the solar plexus and Pooch writhed
silently on the floor unable to breath.
 “You know”, said Ed, “Marla may be right about you. You are a very
bad slave. You are still being disciplined from disobedience and you
break two more rules. This is going to have to come up at your trial.
Furthermore, I will let you know, I no longer control your destiny. I
have given you to Marla as a wedding gift and I don’t think she has
any intention of letting you go”.
Pooch lost her will to live. A dagger through her heart would have
been preferable to hearing those words. 
Her dress was completed with a collar and leash being placed around
her neck followed by a cape, borrowed from Marla, draped over her
shoulders to cover her ravaged back. Pooch was then led by the leash
out of the playroom in irons and in disgrace.
In the living room Marla presided over a collection of sadists that
she had come to know through her law practice. There were six guests
in all, four men and two women. All were involved in the sex trade and
owed their freedom to Marla’s legal acumen. Non had to be coerced into
coming. 
The most imposing was Mark, a member of the Hell’s Advocates
motorcycle gang and responsible for controlling the stripers  in the
clubs stable. He had red hair, a handlebar mustache and his 6’5” 250
pound frame was all muscle. 
Jordan ran a string of hookers that offered special services for kinky
customers. He was loud in both manner and dress. At 5’10” and 200
pounds his black skin bulged over his belt buckle. That was the price
of self indulgence. 
Garret owned one of the cities more notorious strip clubs. The police
were always trying to shut him down for offering customers extras
besides the show. They never succeeded. He was 6’ tall average build
45 years old with black hair and impeccably tailored. 
Least conspicuous of the men was Steve a 50 year old plastic surgeon,
5’10, 160 pounds, graying hair and glasses. Altering the build and
appearance of street whores to suit their pimps desires had given him
free range to experiment with different surgical techniques and get
stunning results.
 Fourty year old Shandra was born in  the Philippines and had ended up
in the west through the illegal sex trade. She had worked her way up
from street walker to madam at the local dungeon. The 5’2” 135 pound
madam had lost her looks years ago but she was in total control of her
business, customers and girls. She had on a white ruffled blouse, knee
length red skirt, red hose and red pumps.
Greta, on the other hand, was spectacular. At 5’10” and 150 pounds,
blonde hair, blue eyes she was tits, legs  and muscles. A dominatrix
by profession she was the best at her craft. Hard cases were regularly
turned over to her by the mob for special discipline and training.
Greta loved her work. She was wearing a gray pinstriped business suit
with a tight skirt going down to just below the knees, a shear white
high collar blouse, black stockings and heels and a black push up bra
clearly visible through the blouse.
The men were all sitting on a large white leather sectional sofa in
front of which was a large square oak coffee table.   The women were
on a separate matching love seat. Marla sat alone in a green velvet,
high backed armchair. Beer was the beverage of choice, at the moment
but there was an open bar built into the bookcase which covered one
wall. There was also a brown leather recliner and a couple of burgundy
Queen Ann chairs, all sitting empty.
“It appears that the prisoner has finally arrived”, spoke Marla, as
Pooch was led into the room walking bow legged and red faced with
shame. “Have the prisoner remove her shoes and stand on the table”.
Pooch did as she was instructed. 
To Pooch the situation took on the qualities of a bad dream. She
believed less and less that this could be happening to her. She
thought she would play along and that when she woke up everything
would be back the way it was. None of this will have happened.
Ed sat down in one of the empty Queen Ann chairs.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,” Marla spoke in a loud clear voice.
“You have been summoned here to pass judgment on this pathetic excuse
for  a slave, not to judge her guilt or innocence, for there is no
doubt of her guilt, but whether she is to live on in some  restricted
manner or be put to death. If the verdict is death the sentence will
begin to be carried out tomorrow morning as soon as all the recording
equipment is in place. She will be tortured for no less than three
days but with good medical assistance and advice I think it could be
extended much longer than that. In the end she will be a limbless,
faceless, eyeless, skinless, disemboweled slab of raw meat which will
be fed to Marks hogs”.
This had to be a dream, thought Pooch, but why was she shaking so
much?
“In case you think this isn’t a real possibility Pooch”, Marla went
on, “I am going to run this video for the duration of the evening,
with the sound off so that it’s not too distracting. This video
documents the last four days in the life of Jasmine, a stripper who
was caught gathering evidence against Garret for the police. Bailiff
would you turn on the video please.
Ed, who was playing the bailiff, turned on the video machine. The
projection television in the corner of the room came to life. The
picture showed a petite blonde girl nailed to a large wooden arm chair
legs splayed sideways with large headed spikes through each calf just
behind the shin bone driven into the massive cair legs, her wrists
nailed to the chair arms  and her shoulders nailed to the backrest. A
spiked leather belt around her belly pulled her body back against the
short but sharpened spikes of the seat back. A similar belt across her
thighs pulled her ass down onto spikes in the seat. Her head was
pulled back from behind by a strap over her eyes so her face pointed
straight up. In her mouth were two clamps, placed on the gums behind
the back molar  forcing her mouth wide open  without obstructing any
teeth. A man was using a small grinding wheel, the kind hobbyists
might use. to grind down each tooth, from the back till the nerves
were totally exposed, but leaving an attractive smile.  One breast had
been sliced right through, top to bottom and a butane torch used to
stop the bleeding. ”You will notice,” said Marla she has an IV in her
arm. It contains a cocktail of stimulants to heighten the pain and
keep her conscious while being tortured. If the jury decides on death
the body in the picture will be yours. It may interest you to know
that the video has made almost a hundred thousand dollars so there is
a lot of pressure to impose the death penalty”. 
Pooch couldn’t watch and lowered her eyes.
“Don’t take your eyes of the screen you fucking disobedient whore!!
Marla shouted. This is for your own benefit so that you know what’s
facing you if your judged unworthy, now apologize”!
“I’m sorry for taking my eyes off the screen Mistress” whimpered a
nauseous Pooch.
“Don’t do it again or you’ll be in that chair so fast it will make
your head spin. Now let me tell everyone why this trial is taking
place”.
“Over the last few months I have instigated a surveillance program on
you without Ed’s knowledge in case he tipped you off either by
accident or on purpose. I wanted a true picture of your obedience and
loyalty. Sadly for you I found you deficient in almost all areas. I
will give a few examples. 
Are you allowed friends Pooch?”
“No mistress”, she answered.
“Here are five photographs of you having lunch and laughing with some
of the girls at the factory where you work”.
“You work piece work and don’t have to take lunch or breaks if you
don’t want to, right?
“Yes mistress”.
“In fact You are not allowed breaks because it reduces the amount of
money you turn in to Ed. Am I right?
“Yes mistress”.
“Here is a photo of you receiving a ride part way home. Is that
allowed?”
“No mistress”.
“Are you allowed to carry any money?”
“No mistress”.
“Here is a photo showing you paying to get into an afternoon movie.
How many rules are you breaking here”?
Pooch was silent.
“Answer me slave!, Marla exclaimed.
Pooch was now not only trembling in fear but crying as well.
“I, I hhad money that I’m nnnot allowed”, she stuttered. “I wwwas
downtown. I, I lied about being at work. I took money out of Ed’s
pocket by not working and I’m not allowed movies, mistress”. Pooch was
caught red handed. She was being humiliated. This had to be the worst
dream of her life. When would it end?
“There is more isn’t there?, asked Marla.
“Yes mistress, I lied to Ed when he asked me if I had broken any rules
at work”, Pooch cried.
In fact you lied to him all the time didn’t you?
“Yes mistress”.
 “So you see that you have been a truly poor slave. You are lazy,
disobedient, a liar and a thief. You can never be trusted. If this
court decides against your death I don’t now how I will have to deal
with you but rest assured your life will be a lot different”.  Ed got
up and whispered something into Marla’s ear. 
“I am told your lack of self discipline has continued even tonight.”
Pooch had now not only been given away but also betrayed by the man
she loved.
“Rest assured that if you live you will be severely disciplined for
that act”, said Marla coldly.
The girl on the video screen had now had her head released. She was
being forced to watch while a very agitated rat was being forced into
her vagina head first and then her pussy was clamped shut. You could
see her belly rippling from the effort of the panic stricken rat to
escape. The poor girls eyes were bulging out of her head. This was
miles beyond anything Pooch had ever imagined. She started to pray for
the victim and at the same time pray for herself.
“That’s one of my favorite scenes”, commented Marla.
“Now let me tell you why we are here since everyone agrees that you
are guilty of innumerable transgressions. You are here to be judged
whether or not you show enough promise to get another chance and live.
Each juror has come up with a task for you to perform. I have looked
at these tasks and have judged them to be not only appropriate but
possible for a well trained slave to do. We know, of course, that you
are not a well trained slave. No offense Ed. Failure to complete any
task will mean death, but simply completing the tasks is not enough.
Your worthiness will be judged on the manner in which you complete
them. Attitude, performance, reluctance, enthusiasm and over all
entertainment value will be judged. The jury must be unanimous for you
to live. If the decision is life then I will decide on your future
treatment. Do you want to go on with the trial or do you want to be
put to death?”
White hot wires were now being repeatedly inserted under Jasmine’s toe
nails until the nails popped off.
“Please let me be tried”, bawled Pooch. The nightmare was not ending. 
“Very well. I will introduce the jurors to you and I suggest that you
remember their names. You may look away from the screen.” 
Pooch looked at the jury as each member was introduced.
“Would you bring in the implements for the first task?” Marla asked
Ed.
He returned pushing in a cart holding a brassier filled with hot coals
and a pair of two foot long needles that glowed red hot. Beside the
brassier were three pairs of vise grips. 
“Watch the screen as I instruct you”
Pooches gaze went back to the unspeakable torture going on the video
screen. She had turned white after seeing the implements.
Marla went on.
“After that pretty  bra of yours is removed you will walk over to the
cart and pick up the first pair of vise grips point them directly at
your left nipple, place the ends of the jaws so they are even with the
top and bottom of the nipple and you will squeeze them till they lock
shut. You will then repeat the process on the right nipple. I want the
jaws covering the entire nipple but not beyond. Once the clamp is
attached you will not support it in any way. You will let the entire
weight hang from the nipples. You will then walk over to me and ask me
to inspect the clamps. If they are not positioned as I have stated I
will have you remove them and put them back on again until they are
right. I will then tell you to go on and you will walk over to the
cart again and pick up one of the needles with the remaining vise
grips. With the other hand you will take the left vise grip pull it
straight out pulling your tit tight. You will then pass the needle
through your tit, top to bottom, an inch behind the nipple. You will
leave the needle half way through release the vise grip holding the
needle, then let go of the grip still locked on your tit and repeat
with the other needle through the right tit. You will then walk over
to each juror and ask to have your tits examined. If all the jurors
agree that the needles have been properly placed you will then step
back up on the table and pull them the rest of the way through with
your fingers. They will be cool by then. You can then take the clamps
off your nipples and put everything back on the cart. You will then
thank Greta for the task, get back on the table and watch the screen
while I describe the next task. Any questions”?
Do I have to watch the screen while I’m doing these tasks”? asked
Pooch.
“No. You can concentrate on the tasks. Ed if you would remove that
beautiful brassier Pooch can begin. I know that she can’t wait to get
started”.
Pooch had lost the awareness of wearing the tortuous bra. Her mind had
become so focused on what was going on around her that for a while her
own body had somehow ceased to exist. Now that she was about to feel
pain greater than she had ever felt before and have to inflict it on
herself she wished that indeed she did not exist.
As Ed released the locks and removed the straps the swollen purple
breast flesh came back to life. Even though she hurt and throbbed
Pooch knew this was nothing compared to what was coming. Could she be
strong? Could she rise above the hurt and complete the first task? It
was nothing in comparison to what she would go through if she failed.
She would be like a machine. She would do as commanded, after all the
body she had control over no longer belonged to her anyway. It was the
property of Marla Devries. 

Her tits released Pooch stepped off the coffee table and waddled over
to the cart. She picked up the first pair of vise grips, grasped them
in her right hand and pointed the opening at her left nipple. Although
the jaws were open the distance between the tips was smaller than the
width of her bud so she used her left hand to carefully position it
inside the jagged metal clamps. When she was sure things were just
right she thought, ”I have to show them that I will not hesitate to
inflict pain on myself. I’ll close the grips fast and without
hesitation”. She squeezed the locking pliers tight. For a split second
there was the satisfaction that she did it. In the next second
everything was sharp, acute, intense and radiating pain. It was not
just the crushed nipple that screamed but the entire left breast, arm,
side and neck. This was like no nipple clamp she had ever worn before.
With the sudden shock she almost reflexively went to release the clamp
but caught herself and let it fall from her grasp. This intensified
the pain much more as the weight  of the clamp pulled down on her tit.
For once she though, “I’m glad for the dildos or there would be a mess
on the carpet”. She still had her sense of humor. Maybe it would help.
The intense pressure had broken the skin and dots of blood seeped out
from around the jaws. As Pooch reached for the second set of pliers
the cockiness was gone replaced by the reality of pain and fear. This
is where she had to show guts and overcome fear. Her hands were not
nearly as steady. She took a deep breath. It hurt so bad. The right
nipple was positioned. The clamps locked. There was another explosion
of pain. Pooch grunted, dropped the clamp and went over to Marla for
inspection. Tears rolled down her  cheeks. Looking down at the clamps
she hoped Marla would approve them. The right one hung pointing a bit
to the right. She knew in her heart it wouldn’t pass.
“Very sloppy job”, Marla said. “Take them both off and put them back
on”.
As she started to reach for a clamp Marla reached out grabbed them
both twisted 180 degrees and dragged Pooch back to the cart. This time
she staggered back screaming. 
“You were told to do it by the cart you idiot. I should rip these
right off”.
A moment of which she may have been proud had turned into one of
shame. 
“Start again”.
The thing with clamps is they hurt as much when removed and five times
more when reapplied over the same spot. She got through the next
minute on guts alone. She wasn’t a machine any more. She did not rise
above it. She just did what she had to do. She did it with unsure
trembling hands and walked back over to Marla. 
“Are the clamps on all right Mistress”? asked Pooch.
“They’re not great but it will do. I suggest you be less sloppy when
you insert the needles. You don’t want to be doing them again and you
have to satisfy six people not just me”.
Pooch knew Marla was right. She would have to be very careful how she
positioned the needles. That would be very difficult when she was
shaking like a leaf. She figured she would have to rest the tip of the
glowing needle on the top of her boob and kind of slide it around till
it was in the right spot. She wouldn’t be able to just quickly shove
it through but it would go in slowly to be certain it went through
straight emerging from the bottom of the tit in the right spot. Over
and over again she repeated in her might, “Please God give me the
strength, please God give me the strength”.
Pooch picked up the remaining pliers and using both hands to steady
herself locked them on one of the glowing needles, about one third of
the way down it’s length. She felt the intense heat of the coals on
her hands. Slowly Pooch turned around to face the crowed. She pulled
out the left side pliers with her left hand, As the trembling slave
brought the needle to it’s position  on the breast several small burns
had been caused by her trembling hands  Pooch let the needle down on
her naked breast flesh, it sizzled. 
Not quite right. Pooch moved the needle. A bit more sizzle. “God give
me strength”. 
When the spot looked right she pushed. She was surprised how much
force it took. It almost seemed like she would pull the nipple off
before the needle would break through the skin. The nipple stayed on.
She tried desperately tried to blank out the pain. Smoke rose from the
hole being dug into her tit and the smell of burning girl flesh
permeated the room. The hard core deviants making up the jury began to
get aroused. 
Burning pain is like no other. It is the most intense of all pain
because it is designed to get immediate action if you are to avoid a
serious burn. Although the nerves immediately next to a third degree
burn are killed and don’t transmit any more signals the nerves further
away from the site are damaged less and send signals to the brain like
crazy. The pain doesn’t fade away for a very long time, even days. 
With the bottom of the needle pushing against her lower rib Pooch
released the vise grips holding the needle. The metal no longer held
enough heat to burn her ribs. It had been absorbed by the breast. It
was funny how she couldn’t feel the vise grips crushing and pulling
her nipples any more. The mind can register only so much hurt. 
>From within the excruciating pain rose another feeling. It was a
feeling of euphoria. She had done it and she had done it well. She
could pierce the other one, she now believed again.
As  Pooch stretched her right tit her hands shook less. Only a couple
of tiny burns marked the top of the right orb before the needle found
its mark and the odor of seared slave girl grew more intense.  She was
able to correct the path of the needle  as it passed through her milk
gland, so that it came out on the spot where Pooch wanted it to. 
She wanted to smile, despite the agonizing pain, but thought better of
it. 
“Mistress Shandra, would you please inspect the needles to make sure
they are positioned correctly”?,  Pooch said as she knelt in front of
the madam, eyes staring at her  chubby feet.
Shandra pulled on the clamps, still attached to Pooch’s nipples, to
inspect the undersides. Then Shandra dropped them. More waves of agony
passed through Pooch’s body. 
“I suppose that will do”, Madame  answered.
The request was repeated one more time for each juror, each time with
a similar result. 
Pooch got back up on the table faced the audience and stretched out
her left tit. She was determined to go out in triumph. She would
remove the needle slowly and sensually. It was all planed in her mind.

Her arrogance was about to be shattered again. As she began to pull on
the needle it wouldn’t move. The surface of the metal, pitted from the
heat, had literally baked on and adhered to Pooch’s burned tit flesh.
She had to grab the bottom of the needle with her whole hand and yank
with all her might. As the skewer emerged Pooch screamed as she had
never screamed  before. She then collapsed on the table and writhed in
agony. Breaking the adhesions caused the previously cauterized wound
to bleed. Pieces of the inside of her breast were stuck to the needle.

What was worse, Pooch was sure she had failed the test. Triumph had
turned to a desperate depression. 
“We don’t have all night. Hurry up and finish”, said Marla coldly.
“And don’t let any blood drip on the carpet. You can clean it of the
table later”.
The whipped Pooch got back on her feet and grabbed the right needle.
This time she knew what she was up against and pulled hard right away.
Her grip wasn’t hard enough and her hand slipped of the needle before
the needle released.  She doubled over in agony then regained her
composure and pulled again. This time the needle released and Pooch
howled again, doubling over on her knees.
 She had put on more of a show than she thought. There was a wet spot
on every jurors crotch. 
Pooch removed the vise grips from her crushed nipples. Marla walked
over to her with a rag and a bottle of tea tree oil and poured the oil
over her wounds. she then held the rag over her tits  till the
bleeding stopped. Pooch then returned the implements of torture to the
cart and went to kneel before Greta.
 “Thank you very much for this test of my worthlessness”.
Pooch bent down and kissed Greta’s red hooker shoes, then returned to
stand on the coffee table and watch the unspeakable taking place on
the big screen.
Jasmine was having an eye eaten by a hungry rat in a cage attached to
her once beautiful face. There was no more nose and large pieces of
her cheeks had been eaten away. She had no more lips. 
Sitting on the top of Jasmines bleeding and burnt gums were two rows
of sharpened spikes. That was what her teeth had been ground into.
When Jasmine closed her mouth the spikes would cut into the gums on
the opposite side of her mouth. Right now her head was attached to a
special headrest on the chair that allowed no movement of her head or
jaw. It was very tight.
Pooch thought it was her in the chair. 
O, how she hurt.
“Let’s move right on to the next task”, spoke Marla. “Bailiff could
you please bring in the accessories for task number two”.
Ed wheeled out the cart with the implements of Pooch’s first ordeal
and returned shortly with the same cart but this time it carried two
pairs of vise grips, a staple gun, a five foot length of electrical
cord and a small piece of plywood with an eight inch square hole cut
out of the center.
“I imagine that since you have played at being slave for the past ten
years you have received quite a few whippings. Am I right”, asked
Marla?
“Yes mistress”, answered Pooch.
“Well I think you are going to find this whipping a bit different from
what you’ve experienced.  Jordan has found this very effective in
keeping his whores in line without excessively marking the
merchandise. Pooch, you are going to ask to have your pussy whipped.
We all agreed that you will ask Mark to do it. He’s the big one
wearing the cowboy boots, just in case you forgot. Before he begins,
however, you are going to have to prepare yourself. That piece of
plywood you see  on the cart is going to protect you from the
electrical cord whipping you where we don’t want to whip you. The bad
part for you is that it is also going to expose the part we do want to
whip like it has never been exposed before. Your friends the vise
grips and the staple gun are going to help you properly expose
yourself.  You can sit on the edge of the table, facing the jurors,
when you do the preparation. After the bailiff removes your panties,
Pooch, you will bring over all the props to the table. You will then
spread your legs, nice and wide and attach both pairs of pliers to the
bottoms of those sloppy looking pussy lips of yours. You’re going to
be glad their so long during this next part. You will place the board
on your belly and pass both pairs of vise grips through the hole, grab
them and pull those pussy lips over the bottom corners of the hole.
That will make sure you positioned the clamps properly.  If the fit
looks good you will then stretch each lip past the appropriate corner
with the pliers and staple it to the front of the board then remove
the pliers. Make sure the stapler has solid contact with the flesh. If
the staple doesn’t go in all the way or one leg misses your cunt lip
you will just have to pull it out and start over again. When the
bottoms of your  pussy lips have been attached to the board you will
reach back in through the hole with the vise grips and repeat
everything with the upper part of the lips. When you are finished The
entire opening should be filled with nothing but sixty four square
inches of the inside of your pussy. Your hole will have become an
external organ. Then you will get up and go over to Mark, with the
electrical cord, and beg him to whip your cunt with it. If your
begging fails to move him this trial will be over, so you better beg
well. After the whipping you will thank Mark and Jordan. You can then
use one of the vise grips to pull out the staples. When your finished
put everything back on the cart and return to the table. Simple”?
“Yes mistress”, Pooch answered.
“Bailiff, remove her panties”.
Ed removed the locks on the slut strap and yanked out the dildos.
Pooch gasped.
Both holes gaped open having been spread too wide to be able to close
right away. You could see a long way up both her cunt and ass hole.
For the first time Pooch felt naked, and her nakedness embarrassed
her.
“You may as well take the cape as well”, said Marla. Ed removed the
cape. 
“Turn around and show everybody how your punished back looks”.
Various exclamations  were heard as Pooch paraded herself to the
increasingly excited audience.
The bare naked Pooch couldn’t believe that she could still feel such
shame. 
“Get started”, said the judge. 
How Pooch wished for some mercy. She was in such pain from the earlier
whipping and the self inflicted breast torture. She had been tossed
away by the man she loved and felt profound sadness in her heart.  The
torture was going to continue. Pooch new it was really for the
entertainment of the perverts in the living room. Where they ever
going to be sated or was the cruelty just going to continue till she
could go on no further. She knew what awaited her if she gave up. She
had to play along with the cruel games and pray for a better end than
Jasmine’s.
It took about fifteen minutes of sweat drenched struggling to attach
her most delicate female area to the heavy piece of plywood. Two
staples had to be pulled out of the bleeding flesh and reshot because
her hands had moved whille firing and the staples had not gone in
right. Although Pooch’s labia were somewhat distended pulling them out
to cover the eight inch opening had caused some small tears. The most
painful was in the bridge of skin between her vagina and anus. Pooch’s
sex gaped wide open.  Even the opening of her urethra was wide enough
to accommodate a pencil. Gynecologists never had a view like this. She
now had to get up to beg the biggest meanest man in the room to whip
her most private parts.
Slowly Pooch pushed herself up off the table and very slowly waddled
over to stand in front of Mark. Moving caused more stretching and with
no slack the skin tore a bit more.
She dropped to her knees, legs spread wide, and thrust her hips
forward while sitting back on her heels. Head bowed in supplication
the slave spoke to her master. Her voice rang of sorrow and pleading,
“Please master, would you whip my pussy”.
“You must be kidding”, was the mocking response. “You were told to
beg, you stupid bitch, now BEG!!”.
Pooch turned red from embarrassment. What could she say to move this
monster?
“Please master, I have been a very, very bad slave and need to be
punished to correct my bad behavior. Please whip my evil pussy hard
and teach me my proper place.” 
“Tell you what”, said Mark, “I’ve got a minimum number of strokes in
my head. I want  you to tell me how many you think you deserve. If
it’s less then what I have in mind then this show is over. If it’s the
same or more then that’s the number of cuts you’re going to get. Now
tell me how many”?
Pooch couldn’t take a chance guessing low. She would have to knowingly
increase her pain to be safe and live. 
“Please master whip my pussy fifty times”.
“I don’t think you’ve ever been pussy whipped before, cunt. The number
I had in mind was twenty, but if you say  fifty then fifty you’ll get.
Get back up on the table in the same position you are in now except I
want you leaning back so that your elbows are on the table. I’m going
to test your composer under the whip. If you pass out you fail. I want
you to count out loud. Losing count causes me to start over. Scream
all you want but don’t dare do anything to avoid or block the whip.
This is going to be some show”.
Pooch eased her way onto the table. Ed placed a rag under her pussy to
catch the blood.
Mark stood to one side of the table. The extra height from the table
put Pooch’s exposed sex at the perfect  height to catch the lash. He
wrapped the cord once around his large hand. Pooch prayed. Somehow she
knew this would be worse than the red hot needles.
It was.
Not only did Mark use all of his substantial strength in bringing down
the lash he made sure he snapped it at the end of each stroke. The
damage was awful. Imagine the inside of your stretched mouth cheek
being struck by a cord traveling at four hundred miles per hour. Each
stroke cut deep into the soft membrane. Pooch went hysterical. By the
end of the fifty strokes her voice could only manage a  hoarse
whisper. She didn’t lose count. She  stayed awake. 
Ed came over and wiped down her swollen bleeding cunt with the
antiseptic oil. That was even worse than the whipping. He then put
pressure over her entire pussy with a large rag  and ice bag. It took
about fifteen minutes of pressure to stop the worst of the bleeding.
Marla was upset about blood having splashed everywhere.  
Pooch thought of how the rat had destroyed Jasmine’s pussy and felt
that she hadn’t fared much better as she pulled the staples out of her
flesh. She wished she had never been born.



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