Chap 6:- Jane pays the price

I motioned Jane up onto the training table and got it positioned in one of the standard poses, on its back, arms folded beneath it and legs spread to give full access to its cunt. I went over to the cabinets of equipment and started sorting through stuff. As I did I talked over what was planned.

"Jane, I'm going to have to punish you for your charges failure. Because of the degree of the crime this will hurt a lot. However, when its ready, you will be permitted to repay July in kind. Plus some interest. Understand?"

"Yes master." Its voice was quiet and nervous. It knew that while I liked to hurt my slaves from time to times, sometimes brutally, I was harsh but fair. Also that I kept my word, although often subtle in the way I would work new slaves especially. However it had never know a slave to attack me in such a manner and was fearful of how strong the reaction might be.

I sorted out the equipment I wanted and turning picked the items up and took them over to lay on its carcass, one at a time. I placed a butt plug, a couple of inches longed than the one currently deep in July, across its lower torso. This would hurt, and probably cause some damage, especially since I didn't use anal play much so it was unused to it. However as a treated and fully trained bitch it would feel pain but manage to take it without much difficulty.

The second item was a small box of a hundred drawing pins, which I rested in its navel. It breathed out at that point, I think in relieve as I had used such items before and again, although uncomfortable it was a level of pain the bitch could take fairly easily.

It was the third item that changed the slave's mood. I placed a couple of think leather gauntlets on my hands so I could pick up a metal cylinder about 6" long and 2" in diameter and lowered it onto the bitch between its breasts. It was called my cunting rod, an item that I had designed especially for me and only used 3 times before. Once on Carol, as my favourite slut it was the usual target of my experiments, once on Debbie for my last birthday and once as a punishment when Kathy had pissed me off.

Two inches was the outer diameter of the thin metal cylinder and with a thin leather inner lining it was a tight fit when I was fully engorged. At one end a small shield would give some protection to my groin, with a padded lining, while there were also some straps to hold it in place. The discomfort I might suffer however was nothing to what Jane would feeling. It was not the metal cylinder that would do the damage but the 1/4"barbs that dotted its outer surface, which would rip its cunt apart. Matching this were the similar barbs on the front surface of the shield, which would grind and mash into its tender clit region. Furthermore, when I had used the item before, it had been on its own. With the butt plug inside it as well Jane's discomfort and damage would be increased as its body would have less room to recoil from the pressure I would exert.

I looked it squarely in the eyes and asked. "Do you wish to ask for restraint bitch?" Its eyes dropped while it decided its response. As I prized discipline highly it knew if would gain some respect if it took its punishment without needed to be tied down. However it also knew that if it said no and needed to be restrained during the coming ordeal then it would earn more punishment. After a few seconds it looked up again and just shook its head. "Good bitch" I said patting the nearer breast gently then picked up the three items and placed them further along the table. "Turn over!"

It turned itself over, restoring hands behind its back with its weight now resting on those same tits against the cold metal of the table top. I picked up the butt plug, took it to the mustard tank and coated it well then returned to the waiting slave. With my free hand I patted its thighs to spread its legs a little wider. It then rose to part Jane's cheeks between finger and thumb and move the head of the plug against its small puckered hole. Moving slowly I eased the head of the plug forward and heard it gasp and move slightly to try and relax its sphincter and ease the path of the intrusion. The first, slimmer, inch or so of the tip entered fairly easily then things grew more difficult. I positioned the palm of my right hand against the end of the plug and slow increased the pressure. It moaned a couple of times then shrieked as the resistance suddenly ceased and the plug pushed another 3 inches into it. Now I was passed the restraining muscle progress was easier but it still needed considerable pressure and it moaned and gave small yelps as I pushed the plug ever deeper. It twitched a couple of times until I freed my left hand and slapped its cheek sharply, telling it to be still. After that it was still but continued to moan and cry as I pushed deeper. Finally, after about 15 minutes, I had the plug virtually fully inserted and turned the key, inflating the ribs that would hold the plug tightly in place. Jane cried out and arced its back at this but then settled, quiet apart from a halting whimpering. I gave it a few seconds to settle then gave its right cheek a firm slap, causing it to start, probably move at the resulting internal disruption as the internal jerk resulting from the shook of the blow jarred again the plug more than the blow itself. "Get up bitch. Stand so I can get stage two ready."

It struggled to its feet, having difficulty twisting its torso against the intruder but after a few seconds was standing again, legs slightly parted and arms folded behind it in the standard role of a bitch awaiting orders.

I placed a couple of wooden rods across the table, about 18" apart as delimiters for the next stage. Then opened the box of pins and sprinkled them across the region, with the bulk in the section that would be occupied by its boobs. I then stood back and motioned toward the table saying "straighten them." It moved forward, rather awkwardly as it was still unused to moving with the rod so deeply inside it. However reaching the table it lent forward, again with signs of discomfort and started working through the pins. Any that were lying on their side it turned point upwards. This was again a game I had played before with all my regular bitches and they knew the rules. I relaxed while it was doing this, caressing its rear, but ignoring the protruding end of the plug.

When it had completed its task it stepped back and I checked. Jane had taken its time and made sure that all the pins were in place because it knew it would pay if any had been neglected. Once I was sure of it I stepped to the other side of the table and motioned it forward until its thighs were tight against the edge of the table. "Unfold arms. I want you to lower yourself slowly so I can enjoy the view."

It nodded and unfolded its arms, bracing its hands either side of the pin zone and slowly began to lower its torso toward the pins. I had moved a couple of the cameras to ensure there was a good view as well as crouching down myself to make sure I could see. I halted its descent briefly and used another rod to sweep a few isolated pins that might have entered its face or neck down towards the breast region, increasing the concentration there but avoiding any danger of it getting one in the face or throat, which I didn't want.

When I gave the instruction Jane continued to lower itself slowly. As the hanging breasts started to touch the tips of the pins it slowed further and I could see the skin stretch with the increasing tension. Finally one or two started to get enough pressure to pierce its flesh and I could even see trickles of blood start flowing down some of the pins. The pain was relatively minor compared to much it had endured, either in its own training or for my entertainment but I heard its breathing quicken as its weight pushed more and more pins deeper into it.

As the breasts started to flatten I moved to the side, tapping its left arm and it swung the arm up behind it to clear the view. This unbalanced it and it swung the other arm up to restore this. As a result of the movement and the fact it was only now supporting its torso by its abdomen muscles it jerked lower, sending the 1st pins into its lower torso and prompting a deeper gasp from it. I said "slowly" and it stiffened its muscles, slowing its descent. It took another couple of minutes before its weight was firmly resting on the table.

I rose and moved closer, resting my hands on its shoulders then steadily pushing down. I moved from side to side, changing position as required and systematically worked over its torso, ensuring that each part in turn was pressed down onto the pins. A couple of times it moaned but was well used to this level of discomfort and although the boobs especially were being pressed flat and thoroughly pierced it knew better than to complain and also that far worse was coming. Although it did not know yet the fully details.

After a couple of minutes of this I stood back and ordered it to stand. Automatically, after rising, it folded its arms behind it to give me uninterrupted access, both visual and tactile, then turned as I instructed. That was it faced away from the table as I moved around to check it out more closely.

The bulk of the pins were fully embedded and much of its breasts were a field of gold, from their base, and red from the blood seeping from the slave. The lower torso was less heavily marked but again most pins were firmly in place. I spent a couple of minutes pushing in the odd loose one then feeling its body, especially gripping the breasts but also pressing again the torso and was rewarded with the occasional slight gasp.

Finally I stepped back and dropped my trousers and pants. I also removed my shirt, as I knew this would probably be messy. My cock was already rampant and I motioned to Jane to place the rod on it and tie it in place. The slave winced slightly as it handled the rod, resulting in a few minor cuts in its hands but picked it up and slowly and carefully slide it into place. The weight was enough to pull my cock down to the horizontal and I had to concentrate on holding it up while Jane knelt and reached behind me to tie the straps in place. I then had it place one hand under the rod to hold it steady while it kissed the end of my cock, protruding beyond the rod. Then I said enough and motioned it to resume position to be fucked.

Jane sat back on the table, spreading its elegant thighs. It kept looking down at the formidable weapon that it knew would tear its cunt to shreds and once glanced nervously up at me as if on the verge of begging for mercy. However it was wise, or terrified, enough to keep quite and as I approached lay fully back on the table.

I had restored the heavy gloves so that I could hold my erection and direct it towards Jane's nervously waiting pussy. My left hand briefly fingered it, roughly pulling the lips apart and kneading its clit lightly. I noticed a little moisture seeping from it, probably a protective measure its body was resorting to, to try and make the coming ordeal less painful.

The first penetration was simply with the end of my cock, easily slipping into it and pulling out slightly. Then I thrust my hips forwards and Jane gave its first cry as the rod started to rip into its tender lips. I pulled back a bit and was aware of the warmth as some of its blood started to flow over the end of my cock. The next three thrusts all dug deeper in and it was screaming now and tightening its hands into fists. I wiggled my hips increasing its agony and its body arced as it cried out again throwing its head back. Timing it I thrust again and now only about an inch of the rod was outside it, with the barbs on the shield perilously close to its clit. For a minute or so I stopped to inspect the damage, also giving it a pause to get used to the level of the pain. Looking up I said "Come on bitch. Use your legs! Or do you expect your master to do all the work?" It glanced briefly at me then started to raise its legs and hook them together behind my back. Looking directly at its face I could see how painful that was as the motion tore new rips in its flesh.

When the legs were hooked together behind me I pulled out slightly. The low moan this prompted became an extended ululation as I then pushed forwards again. This time I drove fully into it, stabbing the barbs of the shield into its body. I was vaguely aware that its training was holding as it legs tightened behind me, helping to drive me into it.

When I pulled back I noticed the resistance, both from the drying blood and also as the barbs stuck in its flesh before ripping out. For about 4" I withdrew, then drove forwards again prompting a grunt of agony and I noticed blood also in its mouth as it bit its lip to hold in the cry.

For about 5-6 minutes I pumped in and out of its bloodied cunt, the resistance gradually decreasing as the torn flesh increasingly lacked the cohesion to oppose the hooks that tore inside it. Finally I came, pumping my sperm into the bloody pulp. Then, after a brief pause to regain my breath I pushed forward again, using the rigidity of the metal tube to enable me to force it into the slave to the hilt. Five times I did this, withdrawing almost completely then thrusting 6" into the sluts quivering body. It was almost unconscious now I could see so one final push drive the tube and associated barbs as deep into it as I could reach then I allowed by body to drop onto its torso. This not only jerked the tube inside it but meant my weight landed heavily on it, knowing the breath out as the pins were pushed even deeper.

I rested there for a few minutes, while it became fully conscious again. Then I reached behind me to undo the straps holding the tube to me. For another couple of minutes I rested on its body, ensuring that its boobs cushioned my arms and elbows then I used the orbs as grips, digging the pins in further as I levered myself up. Despite some resistance, supplied by the drying blood, the rod was now loose on my shrunken cock. Even its torn flesh, already seeking to reform and repair itself around the barbs provided greater grip so the tube hardly moved as I pushed myself upwards, remaining buried to the hilt in its cunt. To ensure it was in place I pushed briefly but firmly with the heel of my hand to its base, pushing the rod back into it and eliciting a final long, low moan.

I gave it a few minutes to recover, then moved around to the other side of the table. A grip on its hair and a brief tug pulled it the few inches so that its head hung fully off that side and it opened automatically to swallow my cock and start licking it clean. This was not only a matter of tidiness and good manners on its part, the blood would supply it was valuable nutrition as its body rebuilt.

Even so it could not clean the blood totally from my public hairs and I left briefly for a quick shower, returning a few minutes later refreshed and with clean clothing.

It still waited where I left it, head hanging and bloodied cunt on full display, like the obedient slave it was. Now I was clean I wanted to avoid getting dirty again so I put on a part of gloves before approaching to inspect my handiwork. A few more squeeshes of its boobs and probing of the cunt and torso generated a little more blood and discomfort but the real fun came when I stepped back and ordered it to stand and walk around.

It did so but only very slowly and with great difficulty. The pins were no great problem but the rod was obviously tearing anew at its insides with every step. More blood started to flow down its thighs and it was obviously in great pain. Also I was aware that the large butt plug, so deep inside its rear was causing it pain, both in itself and in giving its body less room to escape the ravages of the tube. In fact I was expecting that its bladder or colon might be pierced. As a serum treated bitch there was no danger of infection but it would be uncomfortable and might cause a mess. Also, given what I was planning as the final stage of its punishment I took mercy on it and directed Jane to lay back on the table. It did this with the occasional cry and shudder, as well as obviously much more agony but once lying back down managed to get a modicum of comfort.

I left it there for an hour while I had a late lunch, remembering what a busy day it had been. Also took the opportunity to check on how the bitches were doing. Most had stopped screaming now, exhausted and their voices probably have given out, and they hung limply, occasionally twitching as the current continued to flow through them. Using the cameras in cell 4 I got close ups of both August, slumped in its chains and also, from several angles of July in its cage. The latter crouched uncomfortably on hands and knees in its cage as it had been left. Since its ankles protruded from the rear of the cage and were shackled to two of the bars it could not turn on its side in the cramped cage. As such its upper torso slumped down resting as far as possibly on forehead and arms as it no doubt sought to keep its tortured and very tender tits from touching the hard wooden floor of the cage. A couple of times I saw it jerk slightly and suspect it had slumped far enough for one hanging nipple to touch its arm. Probably it was also seeking to take some of the weight of its nipple clamps on its arms. The way it was positioned I could not see them but there was no sight of them being removed and lying anywhere in the cell. Also the rear view camera clearly showed the three clamps on its cunt region still firmly attached and jiggling slightly as it moved occasionally. My slaves would of course be checking the recordings to ensure that the clothing was never removed and would inform me f it did disobey its instructions. Rather to my surprise the examination of its cage showed no sight of the pool of piss I had expected between its spread thighs so, despite the pressure its bladder was still holding. Possibly it was so terrified it was desperately doing anything to obey or possible, despite the earlier tasting, it couldn't face the idea of licking up any mess it made.

When I returned to Jane it was in a much better condition and even offered a brief smile. This vanished when I winked at it and said "Don't worry bitch. The worst is yet to come." It started to shiver when I instructed Debbie and Kathy, who had been summoned to assist, to tie it down and looked pleadingly at me. "This is going to hurt a lot bitch. I don't expect you to hold still for this but, in about an hour it will be over and you can start to heal up. You will have a double ration tonight." We both knew it would need a lot of material to replace and repair the damaged and destroyed flesh. Even so it grew pale at the thought of further pain, especially so that which was so bad that it would need to be tied down. What I had already put it through was nearly as bad as anything it had undergone in its own training a few years back so it was aware it was going into unknown territory. The fact that an experienced and brutal master like me expected a trained slave to need restraint obviously and rightly terrified it.

When it was strapped down at neck, breast and waist and with hands pulled low and legs spread wide and also restrained I searched through the tools until I found what I wanted. A new gift I had had specially designed and only received a couple of months before. It had other potential uses but was primarily for the removal of the cunting tube after it had been left in a bitch for a period of time. In the past I had withdrawn with the tube still strapped to me so it had been pulled out virtually as soon as the sex had finished and before the bitch had healed up to any degree. However I had decided this was a far more entertaining way, since it would increase the targeted slaves agony immensely.

I showed it briefly to Jane, a metal rod about a foot long, looking like a thin dildo, with a slightly thickened head. On the other end was a metal ring. I motioned Kathy in place below Jane's spread legs as my pad and knelt down on it. Kathy gave the odd light grunt as my left knee was cushioned by its full breasts but settled down quietly as it knew it could face much worse if it misbehaved.

From this position I could see Jane's cunt much more closely. Possibly it had tried to eject the tube by flexing its pussy muscles but the barbs had held it in place. Already, under the dried blood I could see that the cunt had largely healed up, such was the effectiveness of the serum at speeding up and increasing the bodies ability to repair itself. This would make it even more entertaining as the flesh had healed, which would help to hold them in place and require the rod to be ripped out, tearing apart the flesh again. I decided the situation had commercial possibilities and ordered Debbie to get a mask for me and a blindfold for Jane and to use one of the video cameras to get close ups of the gory details. Not so much to hide from it what was going on but I preferred not to have my personal slaves identities revealed on film I sold. It was unlikely anyone would identify them and even less likely that would lead to me but I preferred to play safe. Out of Jane's sight I briefly flicked the switch at the base of the rod, demonstrating for the camera what effect it had before returning it to the neutral position. Debbie gasped at seeing this and thinking about the effect it would have on its fellow slave.

I inserted the head of the rod I was holding into Jane's cunt. It couldn't feeling it of course because it was inside the cunting rod. Slowly I pushed deeper until Jane flinched slightly as the tip of it protruded beyond the limits of the cunting rod and the cold metal made contact deep inside its cunt. This first judder was followed by another as in turn it reminded the bitch of the barbs digging into it. I paused for effect and made a comment for the camera, knowing my voice would be disguised before it was sold. Then slowly pushed deeper until only an inch or two remained outside its body and resistance stiffened as I reached the head of its womb. I pushed a little further to ensure some penetration into the head of its uterus. Jane twitched and jerked a couple of times, prompting a new trickle of blood as it generated new tears in its healed flesh. I could not resist a grin at how much it would be jerking shortly.

Finally I stopped and let go of the rod. This was partly to demonstrate how firmly it was held in place and allow Debbie to get a good picture of it. Also to check if Jane would instinctively attempt to expel the intruder, or at least possibly push it out a little. However it did not seem to move an inch and with some admiration form the slaves obedience I grabbed the rod again and flicked the switch.

Jane's whole body arced them struggled violently against its restrains as it screamed, took a deep breath then screamed again. I cursed at being so forgetful and rose briefly to apply some cotton plugs which, although they didn't cut off my hearing totally did much to null the sound.

After a couple of minutes Jane started to falter in its struggles as exhaustion took over. Blood was flowing fairly freely from its cunt and also its torso as the violent struggles jerked at the pins still embedded in it. Also it had bitten its lip again and I made sure Debbie caught that, as well as the rest of the bitch's suffering as it panned up and down Jane's body. I leaned close to it head, sweating and still shaking feebly, and said "Now you know why I wanted you restrained bitch." It gasped to hear my voice then after a couple of seconds nodded briefly in acknowledgement of the truth of what I said. There was no way it could have stayed still under the pain it was receiving without being heavily restraint.

The viewers would have seen the earlier demonstration and the 4 metal blades that, propelled by powerful spring, shot out of the head of the rod when it was activated. Including the barrel of the device its head now had a diameter of 5" and at the end of each razor sharp blade was a barbed hook, pointing backwards towards the end of the tube. I very much doubt if anyone, other than a slave who underwent the experience, could have any idea how much agony Jane suffered as the blades sliced through its body.

I gave it a couple more minutes to relax, as much as it could with both those blades and the barbs of the cunting tube cutting it at every movement. Then I attached a light chain to the ring in the end of the rod protruding from its cunt. The other end of the chain was attached to a light pulley and I activated the motor, setting it at a very low speed. As I did so I explained, both for Jane and the video's viewers, what was going to happen. The chain, which had a little slack in it, would gradually tighten until that was all gone. Then as the pulley continued to turn it would exert growing pressure on the rod, until the force exceeded the resistance supplied by those parts of Jane's flesh in which the 4 blades were embedded. Slowly the rod would be extracted, slicing the bitch apart as it went until the blades made contact with the end of the cunting rod. Then the process would be repeated the tension increasing until the force exceeded the friction, in this case maintained by the contact of the outer rod with Jane's cunt flesh. When this happened the rod would be pulled out of the bitch, ripping the flesh as it did while at the four points of the compass the 1/4" by which the blades extended beyond the rod's diameter would tear 4 deeper sweaves through its flesh. By the time the rod was finally extracted totally and fell to the floor the bitches cunt would be sliced to ribbons.

What they wouldn't know, was that in a couple of days Jane would be virtually as good as new, all damage, or at least all physical damage repaired. This not only made the process very efficient it would keep people off my track if the police ever did think the film was real torture rather than a carefully contrived fiction. They would look for a severely mutilated. Probably dead bitch rather than one in amazingly perfect health.

By this point Jane was trying to struggle again and desperately screaming and crying for mercy. Although it knew it would be Ok in a couple of days it knew the serum did nothing to mute the intense agony it felt as it was cut open. However the restrains held it tightly, although it might have done itself a few injuries in the struggle.

The entire extraction process took about 10-12 minutes, before the bloodied tube dropped to the floor, into the gathering pool of blood there. I had let Kathy rise after inserting the rod so it had not been coated with this, although that was something I had considered. However I had preferred it to be available with a second camera, along with a couple of times applying an injection to help keep Jane conscious. Even so it had slipped into oblivion for the last couple of minutes. For about the last five minutes the damage being done was clearly visible, not only in the blood flowing fairly freely from its cunt but the fact one of the blades had pierced its torso and slowly sliced across its body, marking the progress of the rod. This only finally ended when that blade sliced through Jane's clit as it reached the end of the slave's cunt.

Once the camera's were off I stopped the pulley and allowed Debbie and Kathy to apply some aid to Jane. Its head was dowsed with water until it revived a little then it was given a nutritional drink to help it start to repair the damage. The blood quickly stated to clot and Debbie sowed some stitches to tied together the ripped outer flesh of Jane's lower torso, although this was made a little more difficult by the pins still embedded in its flesh.

After five minutes I spoke to it, telling it the others would take it to one of the rest rooms and it could relax as other bitches would take over its duties until the morning. As promised it would be given double rations for the next couple of days to help it recover but by tomorrow morning I expected it to be back on duty and playing its part in training the new sluts. Also, once it felt well enough it could remove the pins and butt rod. It nodded feebly its understanding of my instructions.

It was far too weak to move under its own efforts but Debbie and Kathy untied it, by which time the bleeding had largely stopped. This probably restarted a little as they carried it between them to the recovery room nearby, set aside for bitches to repair after the more severe punishment or training session. This contained a wooden panel on which it could rest, although it would be shackled by one ankle. It would be left there overnight rather than be returned to its cage. There was even a bucket for any toilet requirements that it could use freely.