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Authors: Jurgen von Stuka

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“For greater effectiveness,” said the Questioner, the head cleric who supervised these special hearings from a gilded chair placed close enough so that he could observe her suffering and hear her responses. “…the iron rail you are perched upon will be slowly heated. I suspect that at some point, you will feel that warmth despite what must already be considerable discomfort on that private space between your legs and the center of your filth, midway between your asshole and your cunt.”

Sandrella merely moaned as they jammed a huge brass funnel between her teeth and fastened it there with leather bindings around her head and neck. The first jug of foul-smelling water was poured endlessly into the funnel. Sandrella swallowed, having no other choice except to drown. She sputtered and choked as the second and then third jugs were poured.

“I have great patience,” said the man in the long, black cloak and cowled hood. “I can wait forever, but I want to save your tormented soul, so today we are graciously providing you with some additional encouragement. The water will fill your belly and, thanks to your purging diet, work its way quickly down through your body. Just about the time when the rail is too hot to tolerate, you will be able to evacuate your bowels and bladder and cool the rail. In time, you'll learn to coordinate your body functions to the heat. It may take awhile, but we have plenty of time. The sequence will repeat itself endlessly or until we run out of water. Then you'll go back into your cage for a short rest. Tomorrow, if you are still here, more entertainment will follow.”

***

“Let her down,” the inquisitor shouted on the following afternoon. He instructed the hooded, bare-chested torturers who stood at the hand winch to turn slowly and lower the hanging cage carefully. The winch creaked and the cage descended. They threw many buckets of freezing water on Sandrella, first to get her wide-awake and also to rinse off the filth that was accumulating below her in the cage and on the stone floor below. Now at eye level with the Questioner, Sandrella shuddered from the chill of his eyes and from the cold water bath.

“Remove the mouth plug,” he ordered. The torturers unfastened the twin loops of chain that held a cork plug in her mouth and kept her jaws spread. “Will you confess?” he asked for the fiftieth time. She shook her head.

“I have done nothing. I am innocent,” she wheezed.

“We shall see,” the cowled man said with a scowl. “We shall see. Fix her, then put her back up there,” he said, gesturing to the high dome above. Then he turned his back and left the room.

The two torturers assembled their equipment, then unlocked and opened the three confining bands that held her arms pressed to her back and enclosed her hips. One band was across her ass, pressing her hips forward against the front bands of the cage. The second band was below, even with her sex. The third band opened in front, also exposing her crotch. Obviously, they were again going to do something terrible to her sex, she thought as she shifted her banded wrists and elbows. Sandrella closed her eyes as the men began to tamper with her privates which had been already sore and blistered by the earlier session on the heated rail. A thin, flat metal bar was inserted between her tightly closed thighs and she felt something projecting from the bar brush the soft and damaged skin at the very top of her legs as it pushed aside her singed hair and nestled at the entrance to her pussy. With one man behind and one in front, they eased the bar upwards, using their rough fingers to pry apart the lips of her sex and her rounded buttocks to force the cold, hard cap of the first extended metal penis into her cunt. Sandrella grunted and then cried out as the thick phallus entered and drove deep into her cunt. The pain was so intense that for a moment she didn’t even realize that a similar prong was being forced into her rectum. The surprise and double shock made her scream all the more loudly and the men chuckled as they continued to raise the bar until it rested flush with her pelvis, the twin dongs set deep inside her. They closed the cage bands, the one on the front first and then the ones behind, setting the crotch bar on top of each and thus elevating it so that her weight rested on the bar and the probes it held.

“Not a bad saddle to ride for awhile,” one tormentor said in Italian, a language that she knew well although she had never been to school. “You will tire of this in time,” he said, breathing garlic breathe into her ear as he rebound the chain gag into her aching mouth. “In time, you will beg to confess, but it may be awhile until he comes back. He is very busy. Meanwhile, you can piss and shit around these little obstructions, resting quietly on the angled bar.”

The cage bands were all relocked, the chain gag checked to make sure it pulled her cheeks well back and drove the hard cork plug far back into her throat, the head band and the one over the gag were closed and the cage was winched back up into the smoke and mist of the dome. Sandrella reflected on how long she might last before telling them anything they wanted to know. It could take days or weeks of standing, doubly impaled on this sharply angled metal bar that already threatened to cut her in half. The cliché that those in her secret society often voiced came to her as she suffered in the cage: They might break her body, but her soul remained intact.

But her real concern was not for her soul or her future. She was so stimulated by the additional torments to her sex and ass that she thrashed and struggled endlessly, trying to find a way, some way, to relieve the waves of climbing ecstasy. She reveled in the tight confinement of her cage. She found the double prongs up her cunt and ass to be endless stimulants that would not allow any release, no matter how she tried. True, by slowly flexing her internal muscles and slightly rotating her bound hips and grinding the pointed bar into her already bruised crotch, she could embrace the intruders, flexing her inner muscles and getting a weak orgasm from the action. But real release would not be hers and she shuddered to think of how long she might have to wait before they accepted her confession, chained her to the blackened stake in the courtyard and burned her alive as a witch.

Chapter Fourteen

Brank

“I hope you're having fun with all of this,” Jim said the next morning when he was putting Sandy back into her tub, this time filling it part way with warm soapy water and allowing her to soak away some of the marks and bruises from their recent activity. “After all, keeping you tied up all the time…or, most of the time, is keeping me pretty busy and my work is starting to suffer.”

“So, what am I supposed to do? I'm your bondage/sex slave. All I can do is lie around and fuck you when you feel like it. Isn't that what girls like me are for?” asked Sandy, laughing so hard she was crying.

“Well, it's too bad I haven't decided to sell you. There are people on line and elsewhere who would pay big money for you and ask no questions.”

“Do as you want,” was Sandy's only reply. “Except, I want my gag back,” she added petulantly.

“Oh, I have a new one for you, honey,” Jim said, smirking as he removed a small package from the linen closet. “You are going to really like this.”

Jim showed the new toy to Sandy and she shrieked so loud that he ran over to the tub and slammed his hand over her mouth. “You want to wake the neighbors?” he asked.

“A ant ear,” Sandy said, twisting her head in his hand, trying to remind him that the nearest neighbors were about a half mile away.

The new device was an elaborate combination discipline hood and steel brank. This was no ordinary brank. It looked formidable and it was. The design was based on a clamshell concept, hinged at the crown of the head and with front and rear sections. The front panel incorporated a frame that fit closely around the nose and allowed for pins to go through rings or piercings in the septum and/or sides of the nostrils. In its most strict form, once the wearer's head was enclosed in the brank, a narrow steel pin was inserted into the side of the nose frame, through the septum or through both nostril piercings and the septum and then locked in place. This arrangement restricted any movement whatsoever and was useful for training recalcitrant slaves and others who were equipped with the necessary piercings. But, the beauty of the device, as Jim often pointed out, was that once a head was captured in the brank, new piercings could be easily accomplished without any concerns about the wearer moving much while the surgery was being performed.

The same was true for the fittings around each ear. The brank also had earmuffs that were leather over foam pads that provided excellent sound-proofing. If the wearer had ear piercings or rings mounted anywhere on the ears, the brank easily provided for these to be locked to the rear panel.

The front panel was a masterpiece of ingenuity and sadistic thought. Even if the wearer was lucky enough not to be exposed to the nose restraints, there were plenty more astonishingly perverse features to entertain even the most jaded victim. For instance, a variety of special gag devices could be easily fitted. The most common was a simple light bulb-shaped rubber plug attached to a hinged panel over the mouth. The victim's mouth was forced open and the bulb stuffed in, then the hinged panel was closed and locked. The brank was snug enough to hold anything in the wearer's mouth, so it functioned as a multiple sensory deprivation device as well as an unpleasant addition to any other bondage. In the purest sense, the wearer could be chained to anything by the ring on the top of the brank and he or she would not be going anywhere.

Additional optional gags included one that allowed breathing. Another special design featured a stomach tube to allow the victim to be fed without removing the gag. One of Jim's favorite “designer gags”, as he called them, was one that combined the speech-proof rubber ball plug with a bit and a tongue clamp. This item, Jim admitted it was a real ball buster to get into the victim's unwilling mouth, clamped the tongue and held it with a u-shaped bit that pulled the cheeks back, forced the jaws wide apart and plugged the oral cavity with a very large rubber ball. The bit went through the ball and the tongue clamp extended below the bit bar, pushing the tongue down into the lower jaw area. Fitted with this device, the wearer not only could not speak, but had to endure the tongue squeezing and jaw spreading as well. Once the brank was closed and this gag in place, it was the consensus among those who tried it that there would be no resistance forthcoming from the wearer with his/her only objective being to get the thing out of their mouth as soon as possible.

Another version provided for a bit arrangement, permitting the dom to control the wearer and encourage satisfactory performance with ordinary reins attached to the sides of the bit. A truly effective bit was a spiked spoon, a type that was used only on horses and ponies that were totally uncooperative. Any tension on the reins forced the spoon up against the soft palate, pressing the spikes into that sensitive flesh. A reverse of this type pressed the spikes down into the tongue. Either way, it was an excellent trainer and few subjects failed to cooperate for long.

The brank had less painful covering for the eyes. Leather and foam- padded inserts allowed for each eye to be shuttered tightly and no light would enter once the pads were closed and locked in place. There was some constant pressure from the pads, but compared to the bits and gags, this was the easy part.

As an afterthought, Jim welded additional annoyances to the finished brank. He placed secondary seals on the mouth, ears and eyes. These were simply metal bands that fit over threaded bolts on the outside of the frame. Once everything else was in place and locked up, these bands could be attached and locked down with wing nuts. They pressed on the eye pads, the gag and the ear muffs, sealing out sound, sight and speech very effectively. When closed around the wearer's head, the locked brank added nearly twenty pounds to the wearer's body weight. One of three optional steel collars could be attached to add both weight and restraint to the package. One of the collars, Jim's and soon to be Sandy's favorite was a heavily boned leather neck girdle. To fit the collar, the wearer's neck had to be adjusted with the chin raised and the head canted backward. Once wrapped around the neck, the collar was tightened so that it held the head and neck in that one, fixed position. No sideward or up and down movement would take place as long as the collar was on.

Sandy was not at all sure she wanted this heavy, hard thing on her head, but Jim would take no excuses and he slowly fitted the device, aligning the clamshell panels properly before shutting the brank and locking the sides, then adding the optional bands to press the eye, ear and mouth pads snugly into place. Jim selected the medium collar, which weighed nearly ten pounds and added a short chain to the back of the collar.

After that day, everything changed for Jim and Sandy. Sandy spent all of her time in some sort of restraint. Jim kept inventing gadgets and when his inventiveness failed him, they fell back on the existing devices. They no longer entertained friends and the house became a sort of large dungeon with bondage and punishment devices strewn throughout the rooms on every floor. Jim bought equipment and gadgets and installed them, while Sandy remained the singular tester and user of the gear.

Chapter Fifteen

Ceiling Hooks

For nearly two weeks, Jim busied himself fitting special rings and hooks in the ceilings of all rooms where they might end up using other toys and restraint devices. He was careful about two things: first, he made sure that the hardware items looked like they belonged in the room and had some function. This was easy enough in some areas and in other rooms it required some ingenuity to place ceiling hardware in such a way that a body or two could be safely suspended from it but that when not in use for that purpose, it was apparently used for some other practical function.

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