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This story contains intense, graphic details of the life of a formerly
willing sex slave named Pooch. It is not intended to be read by
children or those that are offended by such material. It is a work of
fiction containing acts that are not recomended for emulation in the
real world. It is an on going story that will continue as long as the
readers indicate a strong desire for it to do so. Your email is the
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Poochs Story  (Part 4)
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.
Im going to dress you for court now. Youve 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  Poochs 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 wont do you any 
good, said Ed and the straps were locked together tight behind her
back causing Poochs 
swollen melons to be pulled obscenely sideways. Tears flowed where she
thought there 
were none left.  Im 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 dont have to give me anything. That
could be the 
penalty for changing my mind, just, 
OOOF!!!  Eds 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 dont 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 Marlas legal
acumen. Non had to be 
coerced into coming. 
The most imposing was Mark, a member of the Hells Advocates
motorcycle gang and 
responsible for controlling the stripers  in the clubs stable. He had
red hair, a handlebar 
mustache and his 65 250 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 510 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,
510, 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 52 135 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 510 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 isnt 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
its 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 couldnt watch and lowered her eyes.
Dont take your eyes of the screen you fucking disobedient whore!!
Marla shouted. This 
is for your own benefit so that you know whats facing you if your
judged unworthy, now 
apologize!
Im sorry for taking my eyes off the screen Mistress whimpered a
nauseous Pooch.
Dont do it again or youll 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 Eds 
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 dont have to take lunch or breaks if you
dont 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 Im nnnot allowed, she stuttered. I wwwas
downtown. I, I lied 
about being at work. I took money out of Eds pocket by not working
and Im 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 isnt 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 didnt 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 dont 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 Marlas 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.
Thats 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 Jasmines 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 Im 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 cant 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. Ill
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, Im 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 wouldnt 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 wasnt 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.
Theyre not great but it will do. I suggest you be less sloppy when
you insert the needles. 
You dont 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 wouldnt 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 its
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 its 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 dont transmit any more signals
the nerves further 
away from the site are damaged less and send signals to the brain like
crazy. The pain 
doesnt 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 couldnt 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 Poochs nipples, to
inspect the undersides. 
Then Shandra dropped them. More waves of agony passed through Poochs
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 
wouldnt move. The surface of the metal, pitted from the heat, had
literally baked on and 
adhered to Poochs 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 dont have all night. Hurry up and finish, said Marla coldly.
And dont 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 wasnt
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 Gretas 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.
Lets 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 Poochs 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 youve 
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. Hes 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 dont 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. Youre 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 doesnt 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 couldnt 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 Jasmines.
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 Poochs 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. Poochs 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, Ive got a minimum number of strokes in
my head. I want  
you to tell me how many you think you deserve. If its less then what
I have in mind then 
this show is over. If its the same or more then thats the number of
cuts youre going to 
get. Now tell me how many?
Pooch couldnt 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 dont think youve ever been pussy whipped before, cunt. The number
I had in mind 
was twenty, but if you say  fifty then fifty youll 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. Im 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 dont 
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 Poochs 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
didnt 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 Jasmines pussy and felt
that she hadnt fared 
much better as she pulled the staples out of her flesh. She wished she
had never been born.



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