Theatre – Chapter 10

A nurse walks in on Vanessa screaming hysterically as Jaimee rolls a pinwheel over her nipple.

“Sorry to cut the fun short, but our star has been requested by our guests. Take a deep breath,” says the nurse as she starts pulling the catheter out of Vanessa’s urethra, “we won’t need this for now. I’ll put it back in when you return.”

“No wait….” Vanessa shudders as she feels the tube pulled out a little too quickly for her.

“Awww, looks like I’ll have to find another plaything to tease. Did you want the bands taken off her breasts?” Jaimee asks.

“That should be fine. They will add to the entertainment.”

They bind the model’s wrists together behind her back and ankles close together just enough for her to be able to take small steps before releasing her from the frame. The nurse clips a leash in the middle of the bands holding Vanessa’s breasts together then hands her over to a guard.

“Come with me,” the guard says, leading Vanessa to another room.

“Please slow down…” Vanessa begs.

Each quick step painfully bounced her tightly bound heavy jugs, turning into a nice purple color from strangulation by the tight rubber bands.

“There’s no time.” 

“Where are you taking me?”

“Enough questions.” 

The guard walks faster and pulls harder on the leash while Vanessa shuffles along to keep up.

Once they reach their destination, the guard opens the door to a dark hallway with faint voices chattering and jazz music playing at a distance that grew louder as they walked through. At the end, Vanessa finds herself entering from the side a dimly lit room that appears to be a lounge bar, scattered with people in beautiful, formal attire, seated at tables having their meals with wine and champagne. All the waitresses were in uniforms that had no covering for their chests; their breasts hung out brazenly for everyone to see and fondle when they walked past or served guests.

All eyes laid on her, a completely naked exhibition, a new sight to see. There was a stage in front of the room lit up by a spotlight with a worn out model being taken down from a circle frame, her body covered in angry welts, her eyes swollen from crying, her breasts and bottom were a deep red from the battering they endured. Near them is a table covered in torture devices neatly arranged by the type of torment they would inflict. 

Vanessa feels her adrenaline level spike seeing what was to become of her. She yanks away from the leash attached firmly to her banded breasts, her mind yells at her to run back through the hallway and out the door, but the guard held her firm and tugged her downwards causing her to fall to her knees.

“Where do you think you’re going?” the guard asks the frantic prisoner struggling to get up.

“You can’t make me go up there! You can’t do this to me!”

His 6’2 muscular figure holds her down and tightens the binds that held her ankles together, leaving her squirming on the ground. 

“I personally think this punishment is too light for your attempts to escape. Your ungrateful batch is lucky that you are all about to be auctioned off. That means we can’t cause any damage that will last more than a few days. Some other slaves are not as lucky.”

The guard dusts himself off and drags Vanessa by the leash pulling on her aching breasts. Her wails were disregarded as she was roughly hauled to the stage and fastened to the frame.

The circle frame had railings behind with adjustable wrist and ankle binds to rearrange the model’s position. Once Vanessa’s wrists and ankles were attached, her arms were brought up to a 45 degree angle beside her and legs were spread apart, holding her in a standing eagle spread position with her beautifully shaped breasts sticking out proudly for all to see.

A gorgeous woman in a revealing black cocktail dress walks up on stage towards her and tucks a strand of Vanessa’s hair behind her ear. 

“Don’t touch me!” Vanessa jerks away from her.

“We haven’t even gotten started yet and you’re already causing trouble,” she says while preparing her tools, “I’m Katherine, your professional tormentor today. Don’t mind our audience. They are just here for a good time and you’re here to keep them entertained. You have beautiful luscious hair, but I’m going to need it out of the way,” she ties the model’s hair in a pony tail, then ties some jute twine string over the hair band, attaching it tight to a loop on the frame beneath her to pull her head back so all she could see was the ceiling, the spotlight blinds her from her surroundings, her neck exposed, offering a heightened sense of vulnerability.

“What are you going to do to me?” Vanessa’s voice trembles.

“There is no point in asking when you’re about to find out,” Katherine says, tracing a finger from Vanessa’s chin, over her slender neck, then around the outline of her taut bounded bosom, “oooh they’re a bit tight aren’t they,” she gives light pats from under the model’s melons to see them bounce.

Seeing Vanessa shudder from the slightest touch fueled her imagination to make her next few moments a living hell.

“No… please… I’ve been through too much already.”.

“I’m just doing my job sweetie. It’s you who should have thought twice before breaking the rules. Let’s warm up with some paddling shall we?”

Katherine scans over her table of equipment and picks up the paddle of choice. Vanessa gasped as the cold metal paddle was rubbed over her warm, purple breasts, hardening her nipples.

“No, no, no, please, they’re so sore, please, I’m begging you…”

“Can you feel that? That’s stainless steel. Dense and rigid, perfect for painful spanks, especially when you’re bound up so tightly. Are you ready?” she asks with a smile, rubbing the device over her victim’s perfect mounds to build anxious tension.

Vanessa begs and struggles as much as she could, but being bound tightly only allows her to squirm enough to swing her milk jugs from side to side in an attempt to avoid the impending punishment.

The first blow lands on her breast’s underside, bouncing them. Seeing that the act pleased the audience, more strikes followed one after another on the same breast until it turned bright red.

“Ow! Please! Stop! I can’t take it anymore! Please!”

“Would you like to offer your other breast?”

Vanessa was stunned, realising she will be the one who is to beg for more punishment in order to stop the current.

Taking too long to reply, Katherine resumes striking Vanessa’s left breast directly on the nipple this time.

“Paddle my other breast, please! Please punish my other breast!” Vanessa begs desperately, quivering in pain.

“As you wish.” 

The tormentor paddles Vanessa’s right breast until both are equally dark red and purple. 

“…stop! Anything but my breasts! Please!” she cries, breaking into tears.

“They are such a nice color,” Katherine admires her work, caressing and squeezing the victim’s battered globes, “they feel very nice too constricted this way, like balloons ready to pop, but I think it’s time to let them breathe,” she removes the rubber bands and lets Vanessa’s breasts hang free to regain their natural color, then rotates the frame to have her face the other way, showing off her round bottom to the audience.

“Let’s add some color to your cheeks.”

Katherine pounds away until every inch of Vanessa’s curvy bottom turns bright red. Tears stream down as each blow layered intensifies the sting. Her begging was ignored until she requested for more torture.

“Please punish my breasts again… please…,” she pleads, broken and sobbing.

“You’re so kind to offer,” Katherine happily obliges.

She rotates the frame again so Vanessa’s plump melons face the audience.

“Oh look, the purple’s gone. They would be pale by now if it weren’t for the paddling, but pink looks good on you.”

Katherine flips the paddle and rubs the surface over Vanessa’s recovering breasts.

“Ow!… Ow! Stop! What are you doing?”

“That’s the other side of the paddle with studs. Can you feel them getting caught on your nipples?”

Vanessa writhes in pain as her tormentor rubs the bumpy surface over her breasts, screaming each time the metal tips graze over her nipples.

Without warning, Katherine starts striking Vanessa’s plump melons. The audience enjoys the shaking and screaming exhibition as the metal studs jab her soft mounds repeatedly. Between each hit, the tormentor aims for a sharp bump to land directly on her swollen nubs. After a few strikes, Katherine would alternate back to rubbing the paddle over her victim’s flushed breasts, purposefully targeting a stud on a nipple, going back and forth on it to maximise the slave’s reaction.

“I think it’s time to give your cheeks some attention, what do you think?” Katherine asks, rubbing on the slaves thick behind.

“Yes please…” Vanessa gives in, grateful that her abused nipples would be left alone for some time to rest.

“Good girl.”

Vanessa’s chest heaved up and down as she gasped for air after each stinging lash, moving like she was aroused. She strives to appear content to not call more attention to her sore breasts and inflamed nipples until the pain was too much to bear.

“I can’t take it anymore! Please stop!”

“Aw sweetie, we’re only getting started, remember? That was just a warm up,” Katherine reminds her, holding some nipple clamps up for Vanessa to see their silhouette in front of the spotlight. The slave notices how much pressure Katherine needed to press in order to open them and panics knowing that her nipples will be crushed in between them.

“No! Please don’t! No! Please!”

“Is that scary?”
Katherine clamps Vanessa’s nipples and adds a weighted ball to each that pulls on her puffy nipples.

“It’s pulling my nipples off, please take it off, please!” Vanessa screams hysterically.

“Shhh…” she puts a cloth over Vanessa’s head and tightens the twine string attached to her hair more so that her head is tilted a little back with her chin pointed to the ceiling, “excuse me, waitress! Could I please have a jug of water?,” she refocuses on her victim, “I’ll explain to you this little game we’re going to play while we wait. I’m going to pour water all over this cloth to interfere with your breathing. Your goal is to shake both clamps off. You get a breathing break when I put them back on you. We’ll move on after three rounds on each nipple. As long as they stay on, I’ll keep waterboarding you. It shouldn’t be too hard since you’ll be shaking when you run out of air.”
A waitress hands over a jug of water to Katherine.

“Thank you dear,” she thanks the waitress and begins pouring water over Vanessa’s covered face. 

It didn’t take long for Vanessa to realise how effective a wet cloth was to stop her from breathing. Katherine scrunches the cloth from behind Vanessa’s head so the cloth tightly wraps over her face. More water poured over her covered mouth and nose every time she tried to breathe, instilling panic as she fought for oxygen. Her body shook violently, her breasts swinging from her struggling. Vanessa feels the clamps slipping off her nipples ever so slowly as she quickly runs out of breath. The weighted balls swung at their own pace, tugging her swollen nipples sadistically. Slowly but surely the clamps crept to the edge of her nipples, biting as it hung all its weight on the raw pink tips. Vanessa screams from the pinch as each ball falls one at a time.

“Well done!” 

Katherine removes the cloth for a short moment allowing Vanessa to catch her breath. Panting and groaning as the blood rushes back to her flattened nipples. Katherine applies the clamps back on but this time at a 90 degree angle, forcing them to flatten the other way, amplifying pain to the crying victim. She hooks the weighted balls that twists Vanessa’s nipples due to the angle, adding to the torment.

“It’s too much! Please!”

“Deep breath in,” Katherine calmly warns her before wrapping her head with the drenched cloth.

The game resumes and Vanessa shakes as hard as she could to throw the clamps off, but every jerking motion felt like her nubs were being twisted off her. There was nothing she could do to make it better except to get the torture over and done with. Drowning in relentless punishment, Vanessa uses all her might to shake the heavy weights off her sore nubs that took its precious time to slip off, performing a show for all to see her bosom dance while being bounced and stretched by the metal balls, swinging her heavy breasts in all directions.

“You’re getting better at this.”

The face cloth slips off and Vanessa inhales a lungful of air.

“Let’s go a little easier on you with lighter weights. It’ll be harder to shake off but at least it won’t pull on you so much.”

“Please use the heavier ones on me,” Vanessa pleads, knowing that she will be drowning for longer since the lighter weights will be harder to shake off.

“You’re so good, but I think you deserve these ones for behaving so well.”
Katherine clamps them at the same angle as the first time, forcing them to flatten the opposite direction again. Vanessa shudders as the clamps bite into her tender gumdrops and dreaded as soon as she felt the weights, heavy enough to torture, but light enough for her to struggle shaking them off.

“Last round, take a deep breath.”

Vanessa lost track of time being under water for so long, writhing and trembling as her body begged for air while her tormentor graciously allowed her only a few short gasps each minute.

“It won’t come off! Please! I’m begging you!”

“You’re just going to have to try harder, or until I decide it’s time to move on.”

Katherine continues to waterboard her for another ten minutes, entertaining her audience with a hysterical slave, swinging her voluptuous jugs enticingly, bouncing the weight balls tugging on her swollen nipples as she fights for air.

“Seems like you’re not going to be able to shake them off, fortunately for me, I’ll have to punish you for it.”
Katherine removes the cloth and wrings it, allowing Vanessa to gasp for air.

“As much as I love hearing you beg, I think I need a break, especially for the next punishment.”
She shoves the damp cloth into Vanessa’s mouth and tapes it shut.

“I’ll give your neck a break so our guests can also see your beautiful expressions.”

Katherine undoes the string from the loop to allow Vanessa’s head movement. She hangs her head down defeatedly to stretch her stiff neck and to see what has become of her beaten tits.

“They look nice don’t they?”

Vanessa looks up at Katherine with a flogger in hand, she shakes her head to protest, but it’s clear that she will be at the receiving end no matter what.

“They’re about to look nicer after I whip those clamps off your cute nipples.”
Before Vanessa could understand what was going on, lashes landed on her left breast, focused on her nipple to hit the clamp off. She screams through the tape and shakes frantically to avoid the blows, but the hanging weight is an easy target, building momentum from each strike, tugging on her stretched nipple while pulling them off slowly causing more anguish as it latches on to less and less surface.

The metal ball finally drops with a bang that brings both relief and a sharp pinch to the tips, shaking the pet in distress.

“That was intense!” Katherine exclaims and rolls the compressed nipple to its original shape with her fingers while enjoying the screams and shudders it brought out of the helpless slave, “one more to go.”

The flogging carried on until the second clamp was pulled off by the flogger’s tresses caught in the hook of the weighted ball and ripped the torture device right off.

The tormentor laughs seeing the victim’s body ripple from shock and trauma.

“That was an accident, I promise,” Katherine says, she gives a gentle rub to the abused nipple to check if it’s okay before rolling it around, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll give your nipples a chance to recover before torturing them any further.”

She unlocks the frame to spin the victim upside down and locks it in place.

“You’ll be okay, the ankle attachments are pretty sturdy, you won’t fall,” Katherine assures her whimpering victim hanging upside down spread eagle. She adjusts the attachments to spread the slave’s legs wider so that the audience could have a better view of her flower petals that had dripping nectar.

“Oh dear, you’re not supposed to be having any fun, that’s not how punishment works.”

She wipes away the natural juices with a damp cloth and discovers her victim’s swollen clit, “you’re going to enjoy the next round.”

She clamps the victim’s outer folds and spreads them apart with strings tied to loops on the frame, exposing her pink flesh. 

Katherine picks up a faux leather crop and rubs the edge on the pet’s protruding clit. Vanessa whimpers while shaking her head, her eyes make contact with her tormentor’s and beg for mercy, anticipating what is about to happen.

A cold icy smile meets her right before a stinging sensation radiates from her vulva. Another hit lands as soon as she was able to register the previous stroke, enough time for her to dread the next. 

“Just so you know, I’m counting to a hundred. Forgive me if I lose count and add a few more.”

Each strike amplifies the next sting, punishing Vanessa’s private parts brutally. Her breasts ripple from jerking after each blow, her muffled screams enhance the music played.

Her petals had turned bright red and warm from the whipping.

“And… that’s a hundred. Seems like you’re numbing a little. I’m going to need something to sting a little more,” she says to the panting slave, sweating from the torment she endured.