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HELL HATH NO FURY PT 4
I lay on the cold floor and, although my entire body was in terrible pain, I must have slept, albeit fitfully. When I awoke, I needed to piss, and also had a really strong urge to shit, but decided that I would try and hold that.
Time dragged on, and I really don’t know how long I lay there, but eventually I had to relieve my bowels – it was an awful feeling, shitting on the cold floor, and unable to wipe myself clean. And still time just dragged on, and now I was very thirsty and hungry again. When would they return and feed me? This was the first time I felt like a slave or a prisoner, totally dependent on Carol & Rose, and it was not a feeling I liked, not one bit.
It must have been a full day before I heard another sound, the sound of heels clicking down the stone stairs, and then the jangling of keys in the lock. They both appeared, Carol in her grey uniform, and Carol in leather pants, stilettos, and a leather top. She was fully made up, her hair piled on her head, and the ubiquitous large cigar clamped in her teeth.
‘My god – what a stench’ said Carol. ‘Rose this is your responsibility, get the prisoner cleaned up and ready for the next stage in his training.’ Rose replied ‘Yes Mistress,’ and Carol turned on her heel, and shut the door behind her, as I heard her heels clicking up the stone stairs.
Rose came over to me, and told me I was a disgusting wretch, and had got her into trouble for making a mess, and also told me, in no uncertain terms that I would pay for this, dearly.
She then went to the back of the dungeon, and produced a hose, and then viciously hosed me down with freezing cold water. While she was doing this, she told me I had better drink what I could, as she certainly wasn’t going to go to any trouble for such a dirty prisoner.
After she had cleaned me up, she also left the dungeon, and I lay shivering, both physically and mentally.
A few hours later, they both returned, dressed as before, Carol sporting the largest cigar in her teeth that I had ever seen, it must have been more than twelve inches long. I immediately got hard again, and Carol said to Rose ‘Well, we know what this disgusting prisoner likes, don’t we, Rose?’ Rose nodded obediently.
‘You know you have got Rose into trouble for your filthy behaviour, prisoner’ Carol snapped. I merely nodded, and could not reply with the ball-gag filling my mouth. ‘I think it should be up to Rose what punishment you next have to endure, how about that, Rose.’ ‘Thank you Mistress’ she replied. ‘Well?’ Carol insisted.
‘I would like to see the filthy scum suffer severely, Mistress, but we can’t whip him for a few days until the open wounds heal a bit’ Rose replied. ‘Well?’ Carol repeated.
‘I would like to put him in a strappado, Mistress, as it’s just about the most painful thing I can think of right now.’
‘Well, lets go ahead, Rose, and make it count, I want him not just in pain, but in total sheer agony, understood?’
At that, they manoeuvred me by using the remote control, and pulled up my arms, after having changed their position from in front of me, to behind my back. My arms were pulled until they were level with my head, and then they pulled a little more. Next, they put my ankles in a steel spreader, pulling them apart as far as they could go. Then they put a heavy collar, made of metal on my neck, and then they secured nipple clamps to my nipples, and hung weights on them; the agony of this was unbearable. As a final touch, they attached a thin string to my balls, and attached weights to them, causing me to feel nauseous.
By the time this had all been done, and they had chatted amongst themselves and had a drink or two, Carol’s cigar was down to the last couple of inches. She had it still clamped in her teeth.
‘Prisoner, we are going to leave you here like this for the next twelve hours, if we remember the time, and if there is any mess when we return, we will just walk away and leave you for a further twelve hours, understand?’ I nodded hopelessly.
At that, Carol took a deep drag on her cigar, making the end glow bright red. She then went behind me, and stubbed the cigar on my arse. I screamed, though the sound was muffled by the gag.
They then left the dungeon, as I heard the click of stilettos going up those stairs.
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