Susan's Submission Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5
Peter ate his lunch in silence. In his mind, he was happy with the way that his punishment of
Susan had progressed. His goal for that morning was to have marked Susan, and he’d
obviously succeeded. Her resentment, or perhaps defiance, was something he’d expected,
in fact, he’d anticipated it sooner than it had come.
He reviewed in his mind, what he had planned for that afternoon. His intention was to
remove any notion of privacy that Susan had left. He would open and freely explore every
part of his victim’s body. There would be more embarrassment and humiliation involved than
pain, most likely causing the blonde woman to quickly forget whatever resentment she may
have had.
When he had finished, he went back to the dungeon room and found Susan lying upon the
wooden table, the blue ice packs lying around her.
“Get up,” he ordered.
Susan moved, a bit more slowly than she otherwise might. She put her feet on the floor and
stood arms at her sides. Peter moved past her, picking up the pails from where he’d set
them on the floor, and putting the now thawed ice packs into them. He then moved to the
wall next to the door, and set them on the floor next to the door.
“I want you to face the back wall and present yourself,” came his command.
Susan, seemingly reluctantly, turned and spread her feet, thus opening her legs, and raised
her hands and arms. She stood at the end of the table actually, and Peter first admired her
backside. It was still a brilliant shade of red but becoming darker, and the lines across her
back and the backs of her legs were darkening also.
He moved around her, and standing in front of her, looked at the patterns left by the whip
across her breasts and lower.
Susan could not look Peter in the eye, but felt he stare as he eyed her breasts, almost as if
adding to the burn that already was there. She saw his eyes travel downward, taking in the
sight of her abdomen then her hairless and exposed sex. How she’d hated this position, she
was left open and exposed to him whenever and wherever he wanted to look.
Once he’d seen enough, Peter turned and walked to the back wall of the room, pressing
again the upper panel of soundproofing material. With a small ‘click’ a door popped open
and Peter opened the door fully this time.
Susan could see past him, that there was some sort of small storage room behind the wall
of the dungeon room. She saw him enter the room and disappear from her view. Moments
later she heard a low rumble as if a cabinet were being moved across the floor. Then she
saw it as it appeared in the doorway as Peter was pushing.
Peter was pushing a medical examination table on casters through the doorway. Its base
was painted a metallic institutional green the surface of the table was padded black leather.
Susan could see that there were cabinet doors and drawers in the base of the table, she
also notice a sturdy looking metal ring in its side, about halfway between the top of the table
and the floor.
Once he’d wheeled the exam table into the room, Peter stopped and turning, pushed the
door through which he’d passed, closed until the click told him it was secure. Turning again,
he pushed the table to a point between the wooden table, next to which Susan still held her
position of presentation, and the vaulting horse.
Susan watched with fascination as he carefully positioned the table, then moving to each
caster, used his foot to move the lever of each wheel, locking each into place. He then bent
and opened one of the cabinet doors in the base of the table, and removed a pillow that he
placed on the leather padded top, then bending again, he removed two large and heavy
metal objects and set them atop the table as well.
Susan recognized them immediately for what they were. These were the stirrups that an
examinee would place her feet into for a gynecological examination. Peter moved and lifting
one of the steel stirrups, lifted it and placed the base into the slot at the foot end of the table,
designed to hold it. When he felt it was at the proper height, Peter turned a thumbscrew at
the slot, locking the stirrup at that height, and in place. He picked up the second stirrup and
moving to the other side at the foot of the table, he placed that stirrup and locked it there.
Once he’d adjusted the pillow, placing it at the head end of the table, he ordered, “Come
here and lie down on the table.”
It suddenly occurred to Susan that the table was for her to lie on. She had watched the
process in fascination, not thinking that she was to be the examinee. A million thoughts
flooded her mind, but rather automatically, she lowered her arms and moved to the table.
She gingerly placed her bruised buttocks on the leather, then steadying herself with her
hands, swung her legs onto the table, pivoting in place. She started to lie back when Peter
interrupted.
“You need to move lower, lift your legs and put your feet into the stirrups.”
Again using her hands and arms for leverage, she lifted her backside and scooted her body,
till she guessed her position was right. She lay back, and slowly lifted each leg, and placing
her heels into the metal stirrups. Using her shoulder blades for leverage, she lifted her lower
body and shifted slightly, adjusting her position until it was comfortable, or at least as
comfortable as possible. Susan’s buttocks rested on the very edge of the table, her feet in
the heavy metal stirrups, kept her legs well spread. She blushed at the openness of her sex,
and Peter’s ability to see it and into it easily.
Peter moved toward the rear of the table, stopping at Susan’s side, and with one hand lifted
her blonde head, the other sliding the pillow beneath it. Reaching down, he opened one of
the drawers in the base of the table. Removing two metal carabineer clips from the drawer,
he closed it and took Susan’s left hand, first raising it, and clipping the first clip to the metal
ring sewn into her leather wrist cuff. He then pulled the arm over the side of the table and
downward. Once extended, he was able to clip the wrist cuff to the metal ring in the side of
the base of the table.
Susan’s arm was effectively pulled downward and slightly back. It was not however,
stretched tightly she had several inches of movement in her arm. Peter moved to the other
side of the table, and lifting her right arm, quickly clipped the ring in that wrist cuff, then
pulled over the table’s side, clipping her right wrist to the ring in that side of the table.
Peter moved to the foot of the table. Susan watched between her spread feet, as he
unbuckled the ankle strap of each ankle, removing them then moving to the side of the table
again. He opened another drawer, and placing the ankle cuffs inside, removed two other
leather straps.
Moving back to the foot of the table, Susan, with her head raised by the pillow beneath,
could easily see Peter placing the first strap under the brace of the stirrup, then looping it
easily over her left ankle. He buckled it tightly, and her leg was solidly held in place. He’d
quickly fastened her other leg, and Susan was helplessly opened and bound to the top of
this examination table.
Her arms pulled over the side, downward and slightly back, caused her back to arch, which
caused her breasts to present themselves. She looked between her legs and saw that her
sex was also on display. She clinched her eyes shut wishing that she’d resisted being
placed in such a position, knowing that it was now too late.
Peter again moved to the side of the table, bending, he opened the other side of the cabinet
door in the base of the table. As he straightened, Susan could see a metal crank, with a
wooden handle in his hand. She watched as he moved to the head of the table,
disappearing from her view.
She heard the metallic sounds as he placed the crank into an opening and then slowly
cranked using the wooden handle. She felt her upper body rising, the top half of the leather
padded table, tilting forward, slowly moving the captive into a sitting position. To Susan’s
startled mind, two things were happening.
First, with the raising of her upper body into a sitting position, she could see much more
easily between her legs. The puffy lips of her sex were opened and the smaller inner lips
were protruding. Second, the slack that she’d had in her arms, was being taken up as the
top raised her to a sitting position, her wrist cuffs were still affixed to the metal rings in the
side of the stationary table base. Her wrists were effectively being pulled further down and
behind her.
Peter had used her arms as a gauge. Only when he felt that her arms were stretched to
their maximum, he stopped cranking the table. Once finished, he removed the crank from
the table, returning it to the cabinet in the table’s base. Closing the door, he again moved to
the foot of the table.
Susan could see him standing in front of her. His eyes seemed to be fixed to the opening
between her widely splayed legs. Peter remained there for several moments then turned,
saying nothing, and left the room.
The helpless woman had felt herself slide slightly forward, her body reacting to gravity. Her
buttocks were now somewhat over the edge of the table, with nothing holding them in place.
She felt nearly doubled, with her upper body raised, and her ankles and legs being held in
place in the stirrups. Her hips were bent sharply upward, and Susan knew that this position
had exposed her even more, worse yet, had opened her even more widely.
With the heat of the bright lights and the leather beneath her, Susan perspired. She heard
the rude squelching noises her flesh made on the leather as she shifted slightly. Next, she
heard the door to the room open, and Peter walked to her holding a large bottle of water in
his hand.
“I thought you might like something to drink,” he said, unscrewing the top of the bottle and
removing it, “here,” as he held the bottle to her lips.
She drank awkwardly, unable to use her own hands to steady the bottle. She gulped
thirstily, and after a moment, he pulled the bottle from her lips. She could see that she had
drunk nearly half of the bottle.
Peter screwed the top back on the bottle and set it on the floor. He turned and moved to the
wooden cupboard in the far corner of the dungeon, and opening its door, removed
something.
When he had closed the door, Susan could easily see that he held a digital camera in his
hand. She was horrified! He was going to photograph her like this? She said nothing, but
shook her head from side to side, as if saying, ‘No!’ She couldn’t believe that he would do
this, but the thought came to her, there was nothing she could do.
There was no flash, or strobe on the camera, but in this brightly lit room, one wasn’t needed.
Peter stopped at the foot of the table, and raising the camera, took a picture. He lowered the
camera, adjusted his position slightly, and raising the camera again, took another picture.
He had taken several, perhaps eighteen or twenty. Moving around the table taking some
from the foot of the table others from either side. Susan, not believing what was happening,
closed her eyes tightly, as it was the only thing she could do. On a couple of occasions, she
opened them, only to hear the click of the shutter as she did, capturing her on film this way.
Peter chuckled softly as, once he’d finished his photography, returned the camera to the
cupboard.
Moving back to Susan’s side, he bent and retrieved the bottle of water from where he’d
placed it on the floor. He removed the top and held it out for Susan to take a drink. At first
she’d refused, feeling humiliated by Peter taking the photos. He replaced the top and set the
bottle again on the floor.
He moved to the other side of the table, and opened one of the drawers in its base. Susan,
looking down could see that Peter had removed a latex glove from the drawer, and slid his
fingers into the rubber, pulling it tight as he did, till the glove covered his hand. He removed
another glove from the drawer and pulled it over his other hand. Once his gloves were on,
Peter removed a tube of KY jelly and closing the drawer, moved to the foot of the table.
Susan watched almost in fascination, wondering what he would do next. She could see him
between her widely spread legs as he opened the top of the tube, and applied a generous
amount of the jelly to the palm of his hand. Closing the top of the tube, Peter knelt and set
the tube on the floor.
He then dabbed the puddle of KY jelly in his palm, with the index and middle fingers of his
other hand, then looking at Susan’s gaping sex, rubbed the opening of her sex with his two
slick fingers. He ran his fingertips around her opening, then scooped up more of the jelly
from his palm with his fingers, and for just a moment, held them poised at her opening.
Susan watched every move that he’d made, and felt his slippery fingers as they lubricated
the opening of her vagina. The sensation was pleasant, to say the least, and her breath
caught as he massaged the jelly around her hole. She also watched intently as he gathered
more jelly with his fingers, and then held them for a full second at her opening. In one
smooth motion, he plunged both fingers into Susan. A low, soft moan escaped her lips. She
wasn’t aware that she had, but Peter had heard it.
As it had turned out, Peter found no resistance to his intrusion into her, his fingers slid quite
easily inside. He thought that he probably wouldn’t have needed any lubrication, as she
seemed very warm and quite wet inside anyway. He moved his fingers in a circular motion
inside of her, then quite smoothly and slowly, pulled them nearly all the way out, the pushed
them into her again.
From her nearly upright position, Susan had seen it all, his fingers sliding into her, his
attention to his task. Moreover, she felt the intrusion, an obvious violation of her body, but in
an instant, she didn’t care. She felt him as he massaged the walls of her inner sex with his
lubricated fingers, then pulled them out and pushed them in again. Her desire had been reignited and she could think of little else than the sensation inside of her.
After only twenty or thirty seconds of his ministrations, Peter looked up at Susan’s face. Her
eyes closed, her breathing quickened, she was obviously enjoying this. He stopped and
pulled his fingers from her. She opened her eyes, somewhat startled at his withdrawal.
She saw Peter, using just his index finger to get another portion of jelly from the palm of his
other hand. She watched as he bent forward slightly then felt the cold slickness as it
touched her anus. She watched as best she could, as he slowly ran his lubed finger around
that orifice. Several seconds later, she felt the pressure.
She’d tightened her opening, resisting the intrusion, and Peter smiled a bit, knowing that
with his lubricated finger and the position she was currently bound in, that it would do no
good. He pressed a bit harder, feeling her opening grudgingly accept the intrusion.
She felt him pressing into her, and without thinking, tried to hold that opening closed. His
pressure increased, and she could feel his fingertip, pushing its way past her sphincter. In
another moment, pressing even harder, his finger slid rather easily into her backside. He
moved the finger around inside of her, as if trying to lube that passage, then again, withdrew
it nearly all the way then pushed inside again. There was discomfort, but no pain as he
worked his finger slowly into her then out again. She had relaxed and his movement into her
bowel increased in smoothness and speed.
Peter felt her muscles relax and thrust his finger into her much more easily. Looking up, he
saw her face, again her eyes tightly closed, as if trying to block out the sensation she was
feeling down there. After a minute or so, he withdrew his finger, and using both his index
and middle fingers, dabbed the last bit of KY jelly from the palm of his other hand.
With both lubricated fingers pointing straight, he pushed them into Susan’s anus, without
word or warning. Looking up, he saw Susan’s eyes, open now, widely at the sudden
intrusion. She gave a soft grunt at the initial insertion, and with each successive thrust
another soft grunt.
Susan was a bit surprised and somewhat relieved when she felt Peter pull his finger from
her backside. She opened her eyes, and to her horror, watched as he lubed both index and
middle finger with the remaining jelly. She saw him move, then felt the seemingly huge
insertion of both fingers into her. There was no gentleness or easiness about this act, only
some sort of purposefulness. He was doing to her exactly what he wanted to do, for what
reason, she had no idea. Her ex-husband had tried to convince her to try anal intercourse,
but she had resisted the notion. It was, to her mind, sodomy a perverted act, and she would
not consent. Now, however, the choice was taken from her, and after several moments, she
had again relaxed and found the sensation not entirely unpleasant.
After another minute or so, Peter slowly slid his gloved fingers from her anus. Once out, her
sphincter remained open a bit. He looked at this carefully, watching as it slowly closed once
again. He had numerous plans for putting her rear aperture to use, but that was for later.
He stood, and moved to the side of the examination table. Susan watched as he opened
another drawer in its base. He removed something metallic, and Susan knew immediately
what it was. He held in his hand a speculum, used in gynecological exams to widen the
patient’s vagina enabling the doctor a view of her depths. She shuddered at the thought of
him using this instrument on her.
She continued to follow him as he moved once again between her opened legs. Bending,
he retrieved the tube of KY jelly from the floor, and opening the top, he applied a blob of the
jelly to the blades of the instrument. Once again bending, he closed the top of the tube, and
set it on the floor. He then knelt and used his free hand to smear the jelly the length of the
speculum, slowly and carefully, as if to give Susan time to dread the insertion of this
instrument she knew was to come.
Susan quietly tested her bonds, but neither her wrists nor her ankles found any slack, and
any hope of avoiding this terrible treatment was gone. From her nearly upright position,she
could clearly see Peter raising his free hand to her vulva, and using his fingers, spread her
lips even further apart.
He brought the speculum to her opening and finding it easily, guided the tip into her. She felt
the cool metal as it pressed into her. She felt it travel into her and continue its journey deep
inside. A low groan escaped her lips, and she felt herself tremble. In another moment, the
instrument was fully into her. The handles pressed lightly against her outer labia. Peter had
removed his free hand, and moved it to turn the screw that would widen the device inside of
her.
She felt the gradual pressure against the walls of her sex, pressing her open. He continued
to open the device, and soon Susan felt the pressure grow. It had stretched the sides of her
open wide, and he still turned the screw. The speculum inside of her now was opened wider
than any ever before in her visits to her gynecologist. In another moment, she felt she would
split open.
Peter stopped turning the screw, only after he’d drawn a short cry from Susan. He could
now easily see into her, her tiny clitoris peeking out from between the jaws of the speculum,
and then her urethra’s opening at the top and just inside. Looking more intently, he could
easily see the opening to her cervix at the back of her vagina.
He would certainly explore each of these various apertures later. He stood and looked at
Susan, in her helpless sitting state. Tears were silently flowing from her eyes and over her
cheeks. She struggled mildly in her bonds, thrusting herself forward a bit, then back against
the upright backrest.
After watching Susan for another moment, Peter turned and again walked to the wooden
cupboard at the far wall. As he turned back, Susan saw the camera once again. He stopped
about five feet from the table, at the foot of the table, and raising the camera, took a
photograph. He moved closed, and took several more. Finally, making a few adjustments to
the camera’s lens, he moved a few inches from her widely stretched opening, and took two
or three more photos, then he lowered the camera.
Susan was miserable, not as much with her predicament, rather the fact that Peter was
taking her picture, and she was helpless to avoid it. She certainly couldn’t stop him, nor
could she cover herself. Her face was crimson, and the tears were flowing from her eyes
freely now. He’d turned and was walking again to the cupboard, and after he’d put the
camera back on the shelf, an idea came to her.
She remembered the rules that Peter had explained earlier, particularly the one about not
speaking unless either being spoken to or having received permission. She found the
courage, and asked in a trembling voice, “May I have permission to speak, Sir?”
Peter had closed the distance to the table, and standing beside her replied, “Yes, you may.”
“I need to use the toilet, Sir,” she said, her voice shaking.
He smiled and looked thoughtful for a moment, maybe her ploy would work.
“That would be a bit difficult for you at this moment, wouldn’t it?” he said patiently.
Susan started to reply, she was going to explain that he could remove the speculum and
release her ankles and wrists, instead she watched wordlessly as he moved to the back wall
and pressed the panel opening the door.
She wondered what he had in mind, and only a moment later, Peter emerged from the
room. He carried a small metal stool, one with coasters on its legs, moving to the foot of the
table, he set the stool on the concrete floor.
He then moved to the side of the table, and opening yet another drawer of the table,
removed something from it. Susan could not look over her shoulder to see, but as he moved
back, she could see what appeared to be a plastic bag and plastic tubing, then she knew.
What Peter had in his hands was a catheter complete with the tubing and bag. She
immediately tried to struggle in her bonds, but could move little.
“Please, Sir, please,” she tried to plea.
Peter sat on the stool between her legs and looked directly into Susan’s eyes. “You told me
only a moment ago that you needed to relieve yourself, didn’t you?” He didn’t wait for a
reply, instead said, “I have the means to relieve you, without any problem or difficulty. I am,
of course assuming that you were implying that you needed to urinate. After the cleaning of
your backside earlier this morning, I couldn’t imagine that you’d need to *******e.” He
chuckled softly at his own humor, “You shouldn’t need to do that for at least another
eighteen or twenty-four hours.”
Susan, watching closely, trembled as he laid the plastic bag and tubing on her abdomen, at
least to one side of it, over her hip, where her thigh was nearly vertical, to avoid it sliding
from her and onto the floor. He then took a paper wrapped package and laid it over her
other hip, and rose from the stool. He pulled the rubber gloves he was wearing from his
hands, and moved to the sink in the corner.
Susan could hear as he washed his hands, then drying them, moved again to the side of the
table. Opening the drawer, he pulled another clean glove from it and slid his fingers into it,
pulling it up with his other hand. He put another glove on his other hand then removed a
metal clamp from another drawer then moved to the stool and sat.
She watched as he picked up the paper package and opening it, pulled the sterile catheter
from it. He allowed the tube of the catheter to dangle, then applied the jaws of the clamp to
the tube, tightening and locking it once it had pinched off the tube completely, he then bent
and with his free hand, placed them at the top of Susan’s sex, and guided the tip of the
catheter to the tiny opening of her urethra. Though the tip of the catheter was flexible and
pliant, he was careful not to rush this procedure, taking his time and slowly applying
pressure, gently pushing it into the tiny opening.
Susan could feel this unspeakable invasion of her body. The catheter was sliding into her
slowly and she could see it disappear into the opening between her legs. It certainly didn’t
hurt, Peter was being very careful, but she could again feel the blood rising into her cheeks,
and her embarrassment.
She didn’t really have to go, not all that bad anyway. She was hoping to avoid further
humiliation and embarrassment, by asking to use the toilet. Never in her wildest imagination
could she have thought that this would happen instead. In another moment, she could feel
the pressure of the catheter against her bladder she tried holding her urine back, but
couldn’t fight the impulse. As she released her tension, nothing happened, of course, with
the tube clamped tightly shut, nothing could. She opened her eyes and looked again
between her legs. A second tiny hose dangled from the catheter, on its end was a small
bulb. The bulb had a thumbscrew at its base, and resembled a blood pressure cuff.
Holding the catheter inside of Susan, Peter used his free hand to move to the small bulb,
and turned the thumbscrew until it was tight. He then gave a few soft pumps of the bulb.
Susan could feel the tiny cuff that had slid into her urethra as it inflated. A few more pumps,
and it pressed tightly into that tiny opening of Susan’s. She could feel the pressure inside of
her, and when Peter tested the tightness by releasing the catheter, gave a few more pumps
of the bulb, just to make sure it would stay.
He then reached and took the plastic tube from Susan’s abdomen, and grasping the free
end of the catheter’s tube just below the clamp, fixed the tube into the other, pushing hard to
make certain it had seated properly. He then retrieved the plastic bag, and pushed the other
end of the tubing into the opening at the top of the bag, giving a twist to it,in order to secure
it tightly.
Holding the bag in one hand, he used his free hand to release the jaws of the metal clamp.
He could see the muscles of Susan’s vaginal walls contract slightly as the pressure of her
bladder was released. He followed the flow of her urine as it traveled from the catheter thru
the clear tubing, and finally into the bag. It was rather like a golden liquid snake as it wound
its way into the bag.
Susan could see the bag in Peter’s hand, as the urine slowly filled it. She blinked in utter
embarrassment as she realized that Peter was looking directly at her as she emptied herself
into the bag. She wished it were over, but the flow coming from her was steady and
somewhat slow. It took her what seemed to be an eternity to empty her bladder. She
supposed that she really did have to go after all. She felt the flow of urine slow, and
eventually end, and Peter raised the bag, setting it on her hip, with the hose still attached,
and stood. Susan eyed the nearly full urine bag, as it rested on her. The liquid was a dark
golden yellow, almost orange.
He scooted his stool on wheels to the side of the table, and opening another drawer,
removed another clamp. The slid on the stool back to his original position, and lifting the
tube applied the first clamp to a point above the junction above the tube and the catheter.
He picked up the original clamp, and used it to pinch the tube just below the junction at the
catheter. He then pulled the tube from the catheter. He then stood, picking up the bag and
tubing, and moved to the sink, setting both in the sink.
Moving back, he opened the door to the cabinet in the examination table’s base, and
removed the crank. He took the crank to the back of the table, and cranking, Susan could
feel the back of the table lower slowly.
Peter had lowered the table about half way, allowing Susan some slack in her bonds, then
moved to her side, “I’m going to leave you for a few minutes, use this time to relax if you
can.” He then turned and left the room.
Susan was left bound to the table, her legs still widely spread. Even though she was able to
lie back a bit, her wrists were still held to each side of the examination table by her wrist
cuffs. Her knees were straight in the air, legs pointing at nearly a forty-five degree angle
from either side of her body, strapped securely into the stirrups. Peter had left the speculum
inside of her, and the catheter tube dangled from within her urethra.
Susan felt degraded and humiliated. The worst part was that she had absolutely no say or
control over what was happening to her. She had tried to talk her way out of her bonds, but
look where that had gotten her. Her body was aching and she wanted to move about, but
other than flexing her arms and torso a bit, that was out of the question. The door to the
room opened, and Peter walked in.
He moved to the head of the table, and Susan could hear him as he again operated the
crank, then feeling as the top of the table again tilted forward, forcing her return to the nearly
fully upright and sitting position. The slack being taken from her arms, they were effectively
pulled down and back.
When Peter saw that her arms were again tensioned properly, he stopped raising the table’s
top, and moved to the panel in the wall at the rear of the dungeon room. Pressing the panel
caused the door to pop open. He entered the small storage area, and emerged moments
later, pushing a small cart on wheels. This cart had several strange instruments and devices
laying on its top, as well as the two shelves below.
Peter wheeled the cart to the foot of the table, next to his stool, then turned and sat. Susan
had a bird’s eye view of the whole scene, in her sitting position, she could look down and
see her widely stretched sex, the tube of the catheter and it’s tiny inflation bulb dangling
from her.
Peter took the dangling tube, and lifting it along with the bulb, pulled it up and over Susan’s
left thigh, and d****d the tubing over it, effectively moving it out of the way. He had another
pair of rubber gloves, which he quickly donned then he then reached to the top of the
wheeled cart, and lifted a rubber and metal device. This instrument looked rather like a
pencil, only about twice as long. From its end dangled another small inflation bulb, as well
as two small wires.
Holding the device in his left hand, Peter turned the screw at the base of the inflation bulb
with the fingers of his right. He gave the bulb several squeezes, and both Peter and Susan
could see the lower third of the rubber tube as it inflated. Susan could see that as the device
bulged with inflation, that tiny foil or metal ribs ran its length, they must be connected to the
wires. She nervously wondered what purpose this thing had.
Peter again turned the screw, allowing the air to escape from the rubber device. He picked
up the tube of KY jelly, and opening the top, applied a line of the lubricant along the lower
half of the slender rubber shaft. Closing and setting down the tube of jelly, Peter then ran
the index finger of his free hand to spread the lube evenly around the lower portion of the
rubber tube. He then turned and leaning forward, peered into Susan’s widely spread vagina.
With the wires and inflation bulb dangling from the rear of the rubber tube, Peter placed his
free hand at Susan’s vagina, then lifting the device, guided it carefully into her.Susan could
see the lubricated end disappear inside of her, straining forward as best she could in an
effort to see what was happening to her.
Peter carefully guided the lubricated tip of the rubber shaft to the tiny aperture of her cervix.
The tube found its mark, and pressed against the tiny opening. Susan felt the pressure
inside of her as this rubber tube began to enter her cervix. She was still uncertain of what
was happening, then as Peter pushed further, pain. A grunt escaped from her lips, and
Susan blinked and was left to wonder what was happening inside of her.
Peter had pushed the tip of the rubber tube into her cervix, and with even a little more
pressure, the rubber instrument slowly slid into that opening. As it moved into her,he could
see less and less of the lubricated end of the rubber tube as it slid with only mild difficulty
into her. He heard Susan’s moans, and was aware of her discomfort. In another moment,
the device had been inserted to his satisfaction. Moving his right hand to the inflation bulb of
the device, he closed the screw at its base and gave the bulb several squeezes.
Susan could feel the rubber tube inside of her, and she watched raptly as Peter grasped the
bulb, closed the thumbscrew, and then felt the inflation of the device within her. The
pressure caused great pain. She heard herself moaning at the seemingly enormous
pressure within her. She realized that this is what c***dbirth must be like then it dawned on
her, that this device was much smaller than a baby.
As Peter continued to inflate the rubber device, he looked up at Susan. She was looking
downward, between her legs, in an effort to see what was happening to her. As he inflated
the tube, her eyes grew larger, tears started to well, then stream down her cheeks. Her
moans grew louder, and when he reckoned that the device was nearly fully inflated, he
stopped pumping the bulb, and let it dangle from within her.
Susan felt the pressure grow within her, and when she felt she could take no more, Peter
stopped. She was relieved when he released his grasp of the inflation bulb, and let it dangle
from within her, along with the two thin wires. She could not help but watch through her
tears, as Peter then began to loosen the screw that held the jaws of the speculum. She felt
the device as it closed within her, a flood of relief from the stretching of her sex.
When he’d sufficiently loosened the speculum, Peter reached up and lifting the tube and
inflation bulb of the catheter from Susan’s hip, he allowed it to dangle along with the wires
and inflation bulb of the device invading her cervix. He pushed the handles of the speculum
together, and the hinge holding them, came apart. It was then an easy matter to withdraw
the two, now separate halves of the speculum, one at a time from Susan’s vagina.
Susan could see every detail as Peter pulled the speculum from inside of her. Its length was
coated with KY jelly, and a viscous film as well. She realized that the other lubricant was her
own. She watched as the second half of the speculum was removed, slowly, as if to not
cause her any further discomfort, the Peter set the speculum halves on the small cart.
He sat back, on the tiny stool for a moment, looking at Susan’s sex, it was still opened a bit,
and he watched for another moment as it slowly seemed to close around the tubes and
wires that dangled from within. He then turned toward the cart, and from one of the shelves
removed a handful of wires with small pads at the end of each.
Susan watched his every movement, and saw as he lifted the wires from the shelf of the
cart, setting them on the top of the cart, then lifting a separate wire and its connected pad.
She wondered what they were and had even more concern as to what they were to be used
for. She could see that each wire was probably two feet in length or so.
“These are electrodes,” Peter seemed to answer her question, holding one out for her to
see. “I’m going to attach them to various places on your body.”
Without further explanation, he held the pad in one hand and peeled the paper back from it,
exposing an adhesive side of the pad. Reaching between Susan’s spread legs, he grasped
her left breast, raising the electrode, he placed it near the bottom and slightly to her left,
adhering the electrode to the sensitive lower flesh of that breast.
The first electrode in place, Peter retrieved a second, and lifting it, placed it again on her left
breast, this time just above and inside of the areola of her nipple. He retrieved another
electrode and peeling the paper from the adhesive, placed it on the lower outer flesh of
Susan’s dangling right breast, then similarly adorned the upper portion of that breast with
another.
Susan watched as Peter placed the electrodes on her breasts, fearful of what was to follow,
but intrigued by his activity. When both breasts had been adorned, she watched him retrieve
another electrode. He peeled the paper from the adhesive, then placed it on her stomach,
using his free hand to pull the skin there taught then pressing the pad to her flesh just above
her naval. He scooted his stool back, just a bit, as he retrieved yet another electrode,
peeling the paper off, he applied it to the sensitive flesh of Susan’s inner thigh just an inch of
so from where her vulva protruded. Another pad was pressed to her flesh on the opposite
side.
After placing the electrodes, Peter turned again to the tiny cart, and lifted a second rubber
device, identical to the one he’d inserted into Susan’s cervix, with one significant difference.
This rubber tube, while approximately the same length as the first, was nearly three times
larger in circumference. From its end dangled wires as well as a tube with an inflation bulb,
this one twice as large as the bulb that currently hung from between Susan’s legs. Closing
the screw at the base of the bulb, Peter gave the bulb several pumps.
Susan could see the tube bulging with each pump of the bulb. She saw that it was similarly
striped with a metal foil, and the bulge came from nearly halfway up the tube, and of course,
was much larger than the one already inside of her. She watched as Peter again turned the
screw, deflating the device, then picking up the tube of KY jelly, applied a long line of the
lubricant to the length of the rubber instrument.
Setting the tube of lubricant back on the cart, Peter then used the index finger of his free
hand to spread the jelly evenly along nearly the entire length of the rubber tube. Once
finished, he wiped the excess lube from his finger on a small towel on the cart then turned
to Susan.
Glancing up, he saw that she was watching, almost in fascination at what was being done to
her, he discovered that this excited him, and he again turned to his task. He pressed the
lubricated tip of the rubber device to Susan’s anus, pressing it into her sphincter. He
realized that this time, there was little resistance, and was pleased that she seemed to be
accepting whatever was being done to her.
Susan felt the cool tip of the tube being pressed into her. She felt her tiny opening widen as
it entered her. She could never have described the sensation as it slid into her backside, but
it felt something like when Peter had pushed his finger into her down there, but after another
moment, it traveled much further into her. She tried to squeeze that opening shut, but too
late, the device was already halfway inside of her, and in its lubricated condition, she had no
hope of preventing it from being inserted fully into her. She shut her eyes tightly, and her
focus was entirely on the sensation in her rectum.
Once Peter had the rubber tube fully inside of Susan’s backside, he grasped the inflation
bulb with his free hand, holding the base of the tube inside of Susan, and closing the
thumbscrew, began to inflate the tube. He squeezed the tube, watching carefully for any
external signs of the inflation that was taking place in Susan’s bowels.
Susan felt the device as it grew inside of her. First came the new sensation from within, as it
filled her. Next came the discomfort as it stretched her, then the pain as it stretched her
even more. She felt her lower abdomen cramp, as the device was inflated. Looking down,
she could see her lower abdomen bulge slightly, as if filling with the air that Peter was
pumping into her.
Peter stopped pumping the bulb only after he knew that the device was stretching Susan
widely. He reached up and grasped one of the other inflation bulbs that dangled from inside
of her, the inflation bulb that led to the device in her cervix, and opened the thumbscrew a
bit, allowing some of the air out, deflating the object a bit.
Susan, from her position, was watching everything, she felt relief when Peter had deflated
the tube in her cervix, and watched as he grasped, once again, the inflation bulb for the
device in her backside. To her surprise and joy, he opened the screw at the base of that
bulb, allowing air to slowly escape. The pain back there lessened significantly, and while
she was still very aware of its presence, the device inside of her wasn’t tormenting her. She
watched as Peter once again screwed the thumb screw shut, then let the bulb dangle from
its tube.
Next she saw him as he reached into one of the two plastic bins on the bottom shelf of the
small cart next to him. He pulled out three more electrodes. These were different that those
he’d used to this point. Instead of having adhesive pads on the ends, they were the type
used by doctors when giving an EEG. Each electrode had a tiny bulb that was squeezed
shut then placed on the flesh, and when the bulb was released, a vacuum was created that
held the electrode in place. She saw Peter set two of the three electrodes on the top of the
cart, then turn, holding the third. Reaching, he used his free hand to pinch the puffy outer
lips of Susan’s bald vulva. She watched in fascination and wonder as he then grasped one,
and applying the electrode, released his pressure on the bulb. The vacuum created, held
the electrode fast to the flesh of Susan’s left labia and Peter reached for another. Grasping
her other outer lip, he fastened the second electrode to it.
Peter again turned to the tiny cart, and bending, retrieved something from the second tiny
bin on the bottom shelf. Turning, he held two more electrodes. These were different from
either those adorning her breasts and stomach, and those adorning her vulva. These had a
rubber sleeve at the end of each, and Susan could see as Peter set one aside, then pulled
the rubber sleeve up, that these were alligator clips. The teeth of the clips were somewhat
rounded, and Peter pinched the opposing end together, opening the jaws of the clip. She
watched, as Peter again reached between her legs and at first softly stroking her sex,
pushed and held her puffy outer lips apart, grasping one of her smaller thinner inner lips,
pulling it outward, stretching it.
As he held the flesh, stretching it, he placed the opened jaws of the alligator clip over it, at
the lower portion of the flesh then allowed the jaws to close. Susan felt the sharp pain that
accompanied this, she closed her eyes, felt the tears that filled them, and realized that a low
groan had escaped her lips. She opened her eyes, blinking away the tears there, and
watched as Peter was sliding the rubber sleeve over the exposed metal of the clip.
When he’d finished with the first, he picked up the second alligator clip, and sliding the
sleeve to expose the metal jaws, he then grasped Susan’s other inner lip and pulled it from
her. Again, the sharp pain down there, as the jaws closed. After sliding the rubber sleeve
over the exposed metal, Peter turned and retrieved the last electrode from the top of the
cart. This one was the same type as those adorning Susan’s puffy outer lips. Peter
compressed the tiny bulb of the electrode between his thumb and forefinger, and reaching
with his left hand,
Susan, who because of her preoccupation with all the things that were happening to her
wasn’t aware, was already in an excited state. Peter used the thumb and finger of his free
hand, to lightly massage the tiny bud at the top of Susan’s sex. Her clitoris was already hard
and though small, erect. Peter used his finger to pull back the hood that covered this tiny
kernel, and Susan watched carefully as he placed the electrode directly on her clitoris.
Releasing the bulb, the suction within held the electrode directly to her tiny organ. Susan
had watched, and was fascinated at seeing herself this way. The way that her tiny clit
looked when exposed, and then the sensation as the electrode had been applied.
Peter sat back for a moment he saw the various tubes and wires dangling from Susan’s
body. He reached to the second shelf of the cart next to him and lifted a small black box,
then turning, pulled a knob on the end of the examination table. Looking down, Susan could
see that a small shelf was in the table, and once Peter had pulled it out, he set the box upon
it. The box had a single row of tiny openings along its side Susan realized that the leads
from each of the electrodes fit into these openings.
Scooting a bit closer to her, Peter reached and grasped the first wire, the one hanging from
Susan’s left breast, the one at its upper portion near her nipple. He pulled the wire down,
and grasping the exposed metal lead on its end, slid the lead into the opening He moved
and grasping the second wire, the one attached to the base of her left breast, inserted that
lead into the second opening of the box. He then placed the lead from the top portion of her
right breast into the third opening, then the lead from near the nipple of that breast into the
fourth.
Reaching lower, Peter grasped the wire dangling from the electrode that was fastened to
the right outer lip of Susan’s outer labia, inserting that lead into the fifth hole of the box, then
that connected to the electrode from the left into the sixth opening. He then inserted the lead
from the alligator clip that was pinching the right smaller labia, then the lead from her left.
Reaching lower, Peter then lifted the wire that was connected to the tube inside of Susan’s
bowels, inserting the lead into the next opening of the box. He plucked the wire dangling
from her opened sex connected to the tube that he’d inflated inside her cervix, and inserted
its lead into the next opening in the box. There were two leads left to connect, Peter
grasped the wire that was connected to the electrode attached to Susan’s clitoris, and
inserted that lead into the next opening on the box. Finally he reached up and grasped the
wire that was connected to the electrode on Susan’s abdomen, just above her navel, and
plugged the lead from that wire into an opening on the side of the box.
Susan watched as Peter rose, then moved to the wooden cupboard at the corner of the
room. He retrieved an electrical cord from a shelf of the cupboard, and moved to the wall
nearest the examination table. Lifting a corner of one of the soundproof panels, he’d
exposed an electrical outlet. Plugging the cord into the outlet, he moved back to the table,
and plugged the other end of the cord into the back of the black box.
Suddenly Susan panicked she struggled in her tight bonds, knowing that a whole new form
of torture was going to be used on her. Her breasts, with electrodes attached, bounced
causing the wires dangling from them to sway. The table wobbled a bit as her weight was
shifted, but the locked wheels at its base wouldn’t allow it to move.
Peter moved to the back of the table, and operated the crank that was still in place there.
Susan could feel the back of the table, inclining as he lowered it. The slack was returning to
her arms, and there was less discomfort but her upper legs were still pointed upward to the
ceiling, and they were held securely wide apart.
Peter moved to the exam table, and opening another door, removed a small control box
from the compartment, closing the door and rising, studied the various knobs and buttons
on the box.
Moving back, he turned one of the twenty or so tiny knobs on the top of the box a bit, then
pressed the button immediately beneath it. Susan suddenly felt a sensation at the base of
her right breast.
Peter released the button, then turned the knob, pressing the button again, Susan jumped.
Her body tensed and a shriek sprang from her lips. Peter turned the knob back to zero, then
adjusted another, and then pressed the button. Susan could feel the pain from the top
portion of her breast. It was as though the current were passing directly through her nipple.
She watched in horror as Peter would adjust different knobs then tried to brace herself as
he pressed the button.
Peter tried each of the electrodes on Susan’s breasts, now it was time to move somewhat
lower. He adjusted the knob for her vulva, and pressed the button, and watched the spasms
of his victim. Her hips lifted slightly, her raised legs tensed. Then her other bald outer labia,
and it produced a similar response. He then tested each of the leads to her thinner inner
lips, studying carefully the reaction of his victim.
He adjusted the knob that controlled the current into the bulb inside of her cervix. Pressing
the button, he watched as Susan’s body convulsed and tensed, her hips raised from the
examination table’s top.
Susan endured jolt after jolt, wondering how much of this she would have to take. The last
shock seemed to come from deep within, and she understood that this current came from
the wires attached to the inflated device inside of her uterus. When the current stopped, she
cleared her head and saw Peter adjusting yet another knob. As he pushed the button, she
felt the agony of the electrical current passing through her backside. It caused her tolift her
hips, and she felt her entire body tense. When the current stopped, she glared at Peter
almost defiantly he was adjusting another knob, and looked at her.
Peter had saved the best for last he looked at Susan who seemed to be in an unhappy
state. He could almost feel her anger, then glad he had this final electrode to work with,
pressed the button on the box.
Susan jerked and tensed her entire body as she felt the jolt delivered between her legs, at
her tiny bud. Her hips lifted, and involuntarily she spoke.
“Na, na, na, na, na!!!” she repeated as the electricity coursed through her.
Peter released the button, realizing that these were involuntary vocalizations, and Susan
probably wasn’t even aware that she’d made them. He’d tested each of the electrodes and
they had all worked well, now he was going to explore different combinations of current to
multiple locations at the same time.
He tested both leads of her right breast, turning the first and second knobs a bit then
pressing the button. He watched Susan as she tensed, her back arched, shoulder blades
pressing against the top of the examination table. He then tried combinations with both
breasts using different combinations of the leads attached to her there. He was careful with
the amount of current he used on the upper portion of Susan’s body, although he wasn’t
particularly concerned. This device had several safety features, and would not allow too
much current to be delivered to any one location.
Susan was about to lose her mind, at least she felt that way. The electrical jolts came at
different locations at varying intensities for different lengths of time. Peter seemed to know
what he was doing when it came to bringing agony. He had tried different combinations of
electricity to different parts of her body. She didn’t really have time to think, just the agony of
each jolt, then a few moments to recover, and then brace for the next.
Peter had taken his time, varying the length of current he delivered to each location or
combination of locations. He was aware that Susan was tiring, and he would have to pause
soon, but he had one more combination to try. He carefully adjusted each knob on his
control box, setting each to its own level of intensity. He left the control for the electrode of
her clitoris set to zero, with each of the others adjusted to one level or another, some were
rather low, while others were set to much higher levels. He pressed the button and held it,
then turned up the knob controlling the intensity of the electrical current delivered to her clit.
Susan felt the enormous jolt, her body tensed, her mouth opened, and again she vocalized,
“Da, da, da, da, da, da!!!..” then she could feel the current at her tiny bud between her
splayed legs. Peter held the button and then it happened. Susan climaxed.
Without warning, Susan felt only an instant of build-up then her orgasm hit her,while the
current passed through her. It was the most intense climax she’d ever felt, and it surprised
her. She had expected almost anything other than the giant wave of pleasure that swept
over her entire body.
Peter held the button and watched with some amusement, Susan was in the throes of
climax, leaving no doubt in Peter’s mind as she did, for as her body tensed with the
electrical current, she’d ejaculated. He watched the tiny stream as it emerged from between
her vulva. It arched out and landed two or three feet from her on the floor. He released the
button and Susan slumped back, still in her climax. He waited a few seconds and watched
her closely.
Susan felt the current stop, but still felt the overpowering orgasm. As she was able to relax,
it still swept over her body, then slowly began to subside. She was gasping and tingling all
over, and her mind started to clear, then without warning, another jolt of electricity, to every
part of her body again. Her body involuntarily tensed, and in another instant, another
enormous climax. She remained tensed with the jolt, and couldn’t even think, she felt the
sheer pleasure. She could feel the electrical current traveling through and over her breasts,
her vaginal lips, her rectum, even the current that passed through her uterus. Most of all,
she felt the current at her clit, it seemed to swell in intensity causing her to convulse at her
climax.
Peter watched and released the button. Susan slumped back and was breathing ragged.
Her shrieks had turned into loud moans as she tossed her blonde head from side to side in
her pleasure. With this second jolt, Peter had noticed that once again, ejaculate had
sprayed from between her legs, much like with her first climax. He gave his victim even
more time to recover from her second climax, and he decided to give her one more.
He turned the intensity to the electrode connected to Susan’s clitoris a bit higher,then as
she’d caught her breath and her senses had returned, pressed the button once more, and
held it.
Susan tensed and would have sat upright, even though her upper legs were pointed directly
at the ceiling, with her lower legs bent and strapped into the stirrups of the examination
table. It had only taken another moment and she was experiencing another orgasm. She
could feel the wonderful release and the enormous wave of pleasure coursing over her
entire body.
Peter increased the current to Susan’s clit a bit more, and watched her convulsions and
listened to her shrieks.
Susan’s body tensed as she came, then she felt darkness come over her. She passed out.
Peter saw as her widely opened eyes began to roll back, and immediately released the
button. Susan’s body slumped back, and she lie motionless on the examination table. Her
chest still rising with each heavy breath she took. He moved to the table, setting the control
box down next to the junction box, and moved to her side.
He watched her breathing carefully, and used his fingers to check her pulse at her slender
neck. Feeling a strong pulse in her neck, he then bent and released the cuff at her right
wrist from the ring in the table, and raising it, gently laid it across her abdomen. He moved to
the other side of the table and released her left wrist and laid it across her. He pushed the
small stool at the foot of the table to Susan’s side, and sat, watching her deep breathing as
it slowly returned to normal.