He never said a word to her. Never even looked her in the eyes. Him and another man, both more than a head taller than her, both too strong to resist, had without warning unlocked her cell. He led her to another room down the hallway, which was full of doors similar to hers, into a room with something similar to a gynecological examination chair.
They strapped her down. The cuffs she was wearing were locked into a designated spot on the back of the chair. Her legs were spread and strapped down at three points. Finally, her torso was secured. She could’t move a muscle. All she could do was watch. And feel.
“Please! What are you going to do to me?”
No reaction.
The chair was leaned back so that her cunt faced upwards. She noticed that one of the men had left. The one with the glasses was left. The man rolled up a chair and a small table and put a bag on it. He was completely focused on her cunt.
“Please… I don’t understand…”
No reaction.
He picked up a translucent salve from his bag and smeared her clit and inner labia with it. It made her cunt feel slightly hot, but it didn’t sting.
He used a number of tools. Polished metal sticks with balls at the top. Some shaped like hooks or J’s others straight. And a number of different vibrators. He treated her cunt like some kind of clockwork. He showed no interest in her, only in the motions and reactions of her sex. She quickly understood that he had absolute control of it.
He started with getting her to the brink of orgasm. Three minutes exactly. Then he’d put his tools in her and move them around. Whenever it was required he’d move his thumb over her clit lightly to bring her to the edge again. Every time it took fever and fever strokes.
He never made a sound. Never smiled. It was only a professional focus. Fixing a broken machine.
After 20 minutes he removed his tools and took out a pair of pliers. He clinically pulled back her clitoral hood and grabbed her clit with it, applying just the right amount of pressure. It hurt. She involuntarily squirted out a bit of pee from her urethra. He kept pinching her clit for a full minute.
Then he started over. With his edges and his weird tools. At 20 minute intervals he’d bring out the pliers. They went on non-stop for two hours. None of her pleas, screams, or tears generated any reaction.
When they were done she was put back in her room. They locked her hands and legs to the corners of the bed and left her there, in the dark. Only a small sliver of light from underneath the door.
Her cunt was screaming for her to touch it. He had done something to it. Something unholy. Like she no longer had any control over it. It wanted to cum so bad! It had never been this bad before. Someone touch it!
Please come back and fuck me!
The next day would be the same. And the next. And the next. And the next. The only thing that changed was her ever growing desperation..
