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Over the next few weeks the entire Pooch story, as written  so far, will
be reposted. New cahpters will appear each Saturday.  After chapter 12
is reposted, the new Chapter 13 Pooch's Punishment will be posted.
As always I look forward to any comments that you may wish to email me
at thepooch@home.com
Mr. Ed


Part 4 - The Trial

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 about 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 chair 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 while 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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