Wooden Horse – Chapter 7
*Buzz*
Vanessa’s eyes open sleepily to see Rayne enter the door.
“Hey gorgeous, did you fall asleep? You poor thing. Time to get you ready for the next session.”
Without wasting much time, Rayne ties Vanessa’s wrists together and attaches her ankles with a short chain so she could only take small steps.
“Let’s go, we only have 30 minutes before you’re up next.”
Threatened with a taser, Vanessa groggily follows Rayne to the bathroom to get freshened up. After washing her up, Rayne attaches Vanessa’s wrists to the hook on top, and pins her ankles to the ground for easy access. She rubs in a cooling gel on Vanessa’s nipples and vulva.
“Ow, no please, stop, Rayne, stop!”
“Shhh… it’s okay, you’ll feel better soon. It’ll help speed up your recovery so you won’t be too sore in your next session.”
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Vanessa gets wheeled back into the next inspecting room with a wooden horse: a triangular-prism shaped body, mildly rounded edge on top enough to not cause irreparable damage to any victim made to sit on it.
Rayne leads Vanessa to hover over the horse, styles the model’s hair into a bun on top of her head, and hooks her arms stretched up before lathering an oily substance all over the model’s limbs and torso.
“Why do I smell like dessert?”
“It’s our new product we’re showcasing to our inspectors. An edible lubricant that comes in different flavours; you have salted caramel on.”
Rayne rubs the product into Vanessa’s sensitive nipples and every part of her delicate flower petals, finding amusement in her futile attempts to move away. She then fixes the slave’s arms behind her back to jut her chest forward.
“Sit,” Rayne commands with a taser in hand.
Vanessa anxiously lowers herself gently and finds the horse’s back wedging her legs apart.
Without giving her a chance to change her mind, before she could stand back up, Rayne pulls her legs up by the chains attached to her ankles and hooks them behind the horse so that Vanessa’s full weight would have the wedge dig deeper into her soft folds.
“Ow, ow, ow, get me off, please… please it hurts, you’re sawing me apart…,” Vanessa cries, realising what she will be enduring.
“Don’t be silly, it’s not designed to be comfortable, but you’ll be fine.”
To compensate, Vanessa leans forward to give more surface area to counteract the pressure, but Rayne fixes her posture by hooking her hair up straight above her and tightens it enough so that the model would have to sit up straight.
Vanessa tries to fight gravity pushing the wedge into her by squeezing her legs together, but discovers that the oils between her legs minimizes friction, surrendering her girly parts to be abused by the crushing pressure sliding itself as deep as possible.
“It’s too much, please!!”
“Shhh…,” Rayne silences the artwork with a tape across her mouth, “you look stunning! Look how delicious you look,” Rayne draws attention to Vanessa’s heavy breasts by fondling them, “don’t worry too much, this will only last an hour for you and I’ll be around this time. There’s one more thing we need to complete the presentation.”
Rayne grabs a pair of clamps and attaches one to a nipple.
Vanessa shudders but stops herself from reacting too much as any movement would result in the wedge digging deeper into her.
“I must say, this posture does very well to accentuate your curves.”
Rayne takes a string with two metal hooks, one on each end. She inserts one of the hooks to the hole on the applied clamp and places the string over a horizontal handle where the horse’s ears would be. She then takes a small metal ball with some weight and hooks it on the other side of the string, pulling the nipple forward while the victim’s groans are muffled through the tape.
“What’s going on here? I’m Jaimee,” an inspector asks, walking in on Rayne preparing the slave for display, “that looks like a lot of fun! Can I try?”
“Sure! Would love for you to help me demonstrate when the rest arrive but you can practice first,” Rayne says, handing the devices to Jaimee, “I’ve oiled her up so what’s going to happen is the clamp should slide off easily after someone attaches five of these balls. Then we start again.”
Vanessa dreads from hearing of what was to come as Jaimee comes over to inspect the applied device and practice.
With the weights pulling her clamped tips forward, Vanessa pushes her chest out more to ease the pain, but all it did was make her curves more alluring for anybody watching.
“We’ll wait for about ten more minutes before we start adding more weights.”
“I and a friend were looking to buy a new pet together and I saw Vanessa advertised but unfortunately she’s out of our budget. I thought maybe I could have a play with her before she finds a new home. Perhaps her owner will let me visit and play with her too,” Jaimee chats with Rayne while feeling up the muted slave. The pulling and pushing from massaging her milk jugs tugged on Vanessa’s clamped nipples, sometimes bouncing the metal ball, making her whimper, worried that they would be pulled off her.
As the girls chatted and more inspectors came around to see what’s going on, Jaimee lifts Vanessa’s hood up to reveal the model’s pearl that was pressed into the hard wood and began playing with it, pinching, poking in and out and rubbing at all sides until she got into a steady rhythm of rubbing in a circular motion around it.
The oil had made her clit so much more receptive to stimulation that Vanessa would be bucking her hips wildly and moaning if she wasn’t bound painfully and gagged.
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“I think we can start the demonstration now,” Rayne says, taking one clamp off and putting it back in a container with the rest of the eight weights. Vanessa shudders and wails as the blood rushes back to her squashed gumdrop.
“Thank you for attending our presentation today. Earlier, I applied this edible lotion on the model and you can see a few of its purposes demonstrated here. The lubricant on her legs have minimized any grip she would have to help her up, unallowing her to ease any pressure from the horse between her legs as her full body weight pulls her down, crushing her vulva. The lotion also acts as a moisturiser that helps skin repair faster so you’ll need less recovery time and also soft to the touch offering a gliding sensation for you and your pet, creating a more sensitive feel,” Rayne says while pinching Vanessa’s unclamped nipple in a milking motion to show how her fingers slide right off the tip, then points out how smoothly Jaimee’s fingers slowly glides around Vanessa’s swollen clit, “without any friction in these areas, the pet is able to reach their needy state relatively quick, look at how much she’s shivering from a small amount of stimulation. Here we also have clamps rounded at all edges, its purpose is to have weights loaded on to them until they slip off the pet’s oiled nipples. They bite down hard enough so they won’t fall off until enough weight is applied. Jaimee, would you like to demonstrate?”
“Yes!” Jaimee eagerly accepts the role and clamps Vanessa’s nipple that just recovered. Her squeals and trembling amused more inspectors who stood around her and requested for their turn.
“This device is perfect for interrogation or training as each weight adds more torture progressively until it snaps off the tip after five of these weights,” Ryane explains as she hands out six of the small dense weights to the surrounding audience so they could feel how heavy they were before applying them onto the hook.
Each metal ball added onto the hook extended her nipples further. After the fourth was added to each one, her plump breasts were stretched into a cone-like shape.
“At this point, your pet will feel like their nipples are about to be ripped off, but it’s all in their minds,” Rayne comments while Vanessa’s panicked screams would have been heard for miles away if it weren’t for the tape, “excuse her sounds, this is the first time it’s being done to her so she doesn’t know what to expect.”
“It’s okay, this is what we came for. It’s so exciting to see a new pet being trained,” an inspector chimes in, feeling up a taut, smooth breast, massaging her flesh so that the weights start swinging, increasing the intensity for the nervous pet.
“Who would like to do the honors of snapping the clamp off,” Rayne asks, holding one of the weights.
A hand immediately opens to receive and attaches it. The clamp started sliding off her squashed nipple slowly, ensuring that she felt every movement confirmed by her screams as she felt the pinch intensify as it slid closer and closer to the tip.
The clamp snaps off with a final stinging pinch and Vanessa’s guttural screams fill the room.
“After the first one falls off, the pet knows what to expect and will dread the next one, if her tape was off she would be begging for mercy. Now we could leave the nipple like that to recover, but let’s say your pet deserves more discipline or you need to get more out of them, you can always reapply the clamp and repeat again, but this time, you want to clamp it on a different angle to force a new shape which will feel more painful than applying it on the first time,” Rayne explains, reclamping vertically on the horizontally-flat, pink gumdrop.
Vanessa shudders and cries, the tears pooling in her eyes flowing out from feeling the bite force her button to flatten vertically.
“This is the end of the demonstration, but for the next forty-five minutes, inspectors are welcome to try out the weighted clamps and here is the lotion to sample with other available flavours. If you would like to make a purchase of any of these products, they will be available at the gift shop near the entrance. I’ll be here to answer any questions.”
New hands start to explore Vanessa’s moisturised, soft curves while others took their turn to torture her elongated nipples, forcing her to scream and cry as the torment continued. Jaimee moves away to make space for more guests to enjoy the pet but sees her small cute feet, soles facing up suspended by the chains. Taking a bottle of the sample lotion, Jaimee lathers up Vanessa’s feet and massages the oil in lightly. It dawns on Vanessa how vulnerable her ticklish feet were in this position. Seeing her toes scrunch up and moving away from her fingers, Jaimee excitedly ran her finger nails up and down the pet’s feet, amused by how much reaction she could get out of the bound up slave.
(Oh no, oh no, oh no, I’m not going to last 45 minutes tortured like this), Vanessa’s stomach sank knowing that her body will be pushed to her limits. Jaimee decides to focus on one foot, uncurling them with the palm of her hand to expose the soles and tickling relentlessly with her free fingers. Another inspector who watched her copies and did the same with the other foot. Despite Vanessa trying her hardest to remain still, the sensations on her feet drove her mad and forced her to wriggle as much as she possibly could, resulting in the horse’s back digging into her delicate folds cruelly.
Her screams could be heard from outside of the room, inviting more inspectors who would watch her nipple and feet torture. Some came up to Rayne to ask what they’ve missed and either joined or watch the torture continue. Vanessa cried loudly as her helpless, bound body writhed from the constant assault, the clamps were pulled off and reapplied at least a dozen times more on each at different times. The imbalance of sensations on one half of the body was mental torture in itself, one breast would be felt up for someone to inspect how soft the lotion made it feel while the other nipple would be pulled to its limit with the weights being swung or bounced, tugging at her stretched nipple. Jaimee returns back to playing with Vanessa’s hidden pearl, finding it even more juicier than it was before.
“So you’re a pain slut. How did you get this wet?” Jaimee comments.
It didn’t matter how much Vanessa suffered, her body would betray her in the end, signalling to her tormentors that she enjoys being their plaything.
Jaimee’s thumb resumes rubbing the slave’s pink pearl in a clockwise motion. While in a quieter setting, the rubbing would have been pleasurable, the chaos she was drowning in made it impossible for her to orgasm. The only thing Jaimee added was more torture, keeping her on edge but to never be pushed over.
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“This session will end in five minutes. A new model will be presented in the next session after a thirty minute break,” Rayne announces.
(Five more minutes? Could time go any slower?) Vanessa’s worn out form, drenched in sweat, strained to maintain a straight posture, only supported by the hook attached to her messy bun.
“You’re doing so well,” Jaimee compliments, returning to hassle Vanessa after chatting with Rayne seeing that most of the inspectors have left except for a few who only stood to chat and watch, “since these are designed to fall off,” she says as she clamps them on the slave’s swollen nipple, “then it wouldn’t matter how hard I pull since they’ll give out before pulling your sweet little buttons off you,” she pulls the string to Vanessa’s side, twisting her body to ease the strain as the other nipple was stretched with weights in front of her.
Seeing how the victim’s body follows where her tips were being pulled, Jaimee took the weights off and resorted to pulling both strings in the opposite direction to see her struggle in her predicament since leaning to either side would stretch the other more.
“We should put her in a frame that’ll pull them apart like this, look how worried she looks,” Jaimee tells Rayne.
“She does look very cute like that, I’ll see what I can do for her next session.”
Jaimee holds both strings together and pulls them up before dropping a few times to see them bounce.
“What a beautiful piece of art you are, I could watch you struggle all day,” Jaimee says as she pulls both strings up with one hand and tickles the victim’s foot with the other, Rayne jumps in to torture the other foot as well. Vanessa screams and trembles while making an effort to keep her chest up to follow the pull, “I’m giving you a chance to make us stop by pulling the clamps off yourself, or we can keep going until the rest of the session is up.”
Wanting to end the torture, Vanessa tries to pull the clamps off but was met with a sharp sting right before it could snap off. The amount of times the clamps have come off and on had caused her gum drops to swell so much that even the most gentle touch was painful.
“You prefer to keep them on do you?” Jaimee laughs at how much Vanessa struggles to move her chest away but unsuccessful to remove the torture devices, “let me help,” she starts shaking the strings, tugging on each nipple in turn, as it swayed her heavy breasts to the left, the clamps pulled on the right, swaying to the right would pull on the left, gradually slipping off her, the sting increases as the clamps had less surface area to bite on, Vanessa’s tips were on fire, forcing screams out of the poor girl.
“There you go, only a little bit more to go,” Jaimee says, pulling them gently to not pull off the clamps.
The clamps barely hung on to the tips of Vanessa’s nipples, but tightly latched on since there wasn’t enough force to pull them off.
“I haven’t thought of doing that yet,” Rayne says, watching Jaimee apply the device in a different way, “there’s two minutes left, we can just leave them hanging on like that since it looks like she doesn’t want them off.”
(What?! No, no, no, take them off! No, please, I’m begging you, please…) Vanessa shakes her head to say no, panicking as she feels the clamp bite deeper into her tender gumdrops.
“I think we should make her beg us to add more weights on them,” Jaimee says, placing the strings back on the handles in front and putting one metal ball on each string, “this will all be over if you can convince us to add all the weights back on in the next minute. If not, Rayne’s going to take you back to your room and keep the clamps on with however many weights are already on them until your next session. Do you understand?”
Vanessa nods frantically at the threat of on going torture. Rayne rips the tape off her mouth.
Vanessa yelps before going straight to pleading, “please add more weights, I’m begging you, please…”
“Mmmm she’s so eager isn’t she,” Jaimee says, taking a metal ball in each hand, “where would you like me to put them sweetie?”
“Make them pull on my nipples please… OW!” Vanessa cries as the extra weight strained her extended tips.
“Is that too much? Would you like me to take them off again?”
“No, no please, put them all on, please, I need them all, please,” Vanessa panics, not knowing how much time she has left.
“What a good girl you are,” Jaimee adds weight to each nipple slowly, one on each side at a time and pauses on the fourth one.
“One more, please! It’s too much! Please!”
“But it’s going to hurt even more if I add the last one. Are you sure?”
“Yes! Please, please please!”
Vanessa begs hysterically, knowing that if Jaimee doesn’t add the last weights on, she will have to keep all eight balls pulling on her nipples for god knows how long.
“I have to say, your nipples look so good stretched like this,” Jaimee says, rubbing the cold metal weight on the slave’s extended nipples, watching Vanessa wince in pain amused her.
“Please give me the last one, please, I need them all on,” Vanessa cries, not knowing whether she was doomed to have her nipples stretched for longer.
“I’ve been so generous to give you eight and you’re still begging for more. What a greedy little slut you are.”
“I’ll do whatever you want, please, I’m begging you, it hurts too much, make it stop…”
“Hmm… since you’ve been good, I’ll take up your offer for the next time I see you and let you have the rest,” Jaimee says, before dropping the last weights on.
The clamps slowly slide off her nipples.
“Ow ow ow ow… OW!!”
Vanessa shudders and lets out an excruciating scream as both clamps snapped off, one after the other.
“That’s enough,” Rayne says, taping her mouth back together, only allowing whimpers to come through, “your session is up. It’s break time for you, but first… here’s some ice to cool you off,” Rayne offers the ice with tongs to Jaimee, “could you do me a favor and put these on her nipples please.”
“I’d love to!”
“NNNGGHH!”
“Mmmm doesn’t that feel nice?” Jaimee asks as she rubs Vanessa’s red, swollen nipples with ice while Rayne wipes her body with a warm towel to get rid of the excess oil.
Vanessa whimpers and cries quietly as her nips become numb and sore, frozen from the merciless treatment.
“Let’s take you back to your room shall we?” Rayne says.
“I can’t wait to play with you again, see you soon!” Jaimee says goodbye.
Rayne packs Vanessa away and wheels her exhausted, trembling body back to her room.
Thank you for reading Chapter 7 of “The Underground” series.
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