Theatre (Part 2) – Chapter 11

Katherine adjusts the camera in front of Vanessa’s flower that projects a magnified view for everyone to see up on the screen.

Katherine places a rubber band directly on the slave’s exposed clit. Vanessa screams hysterically into her gag and struggles in her upside down eagle spread bondage, realising her most sensitive organ will be flicked sadistically. Any attempt to pull away rewarded her labia being stretched more by the clamps that held them apart.

“Unfortunately for you, there’s no pleasure today,” she says, pinching the swollen button before stretching the band as far as it can go to cruelly catapult the band onto it.

Guttoral screams fill the room as the rubber band strikes the bundle of nerves over and over again.

“It’s so much more swollen now. Have a look, that’s what five minutes of flicking did to you, ” she says. She ties a knot at the base of the clit with a string and goes over it four more times so it pokes out and cuts circulation.

“I think that was enough time for your nipples to recover,” she says before clamping them.

Katherine brings a metal balloon whisk up to Vanessa’s face.

“Do you think this will fit in your hole?” Katherine asks while rubbing Vanessa’s anus to elicit a strong reaction from her.

Vanessa’s muscles visibly tighten to attempt escape from her secured bondage and her desperate objections could almost be understood through the tape.

“I’m only kidding, that punishment’s only reserved for pets who have been really, really bad. It’s three inches wide so it might just fit in your little kitty,” she says as she sticks one finger in the slave’s pussy, “however you do feel extra small, look at how much thinner my finger is compared. Anyway, let’s see how you go.”

Vanessa erupts into screaming panic again as the whisk stretches her tight hole slowly. The challenge her tight hole presented was only met with extra force, pushing until it was all the way in, lodged in her crevice.

“There we go, that wasn’t too bad was it?” rhetorically asking the pet whimpering from discomfort, “don’t worry, you will get used to it. We’ll warm up with feathers first.”

She caresses her victim’s vulva with feathers and occasionally dips inside her stretched hole. Vanessa cries and squirms as the fluffy downs tickle her petals and itch her vaginal walls causing her muscles to spasm.

“Have we had enough?” she asks the tortured slave who nods in tears.

Terror took over Vanessa’s short-lived relief seeing her tormentor pick up a buzzing device. It looked like a water flosser that glowed at the tip when she flipped a switch.

“I hope you like my new toy.”

She brings the glowing tip to the upside down pet’s exposed under boob and zaps her tender skin. Vanessa yelps.

“Exciting isn’t it? I wish you could see how vulnerable your pink walls are being opened up like this.”

Katherine starts off by electrocuting the outside folds then dots a spiral inside her delicate walls, zapping every section divided by the whisk. After a few rounds of spiralling in and out of her victim’s pink tunnel, a small alarm rang.

“Time for my fifteen minute break, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure you won’t be bored without me.”

She plugs the clamps on Vanessa’s nipples with a wire connected to a box device, then clamps her strangled clit and does the same. Lastly, she attaches a clamp to the tip of the whisk.

“I’m setting this to run on random until I come back. You won’t know which clamp will activate, how strong the current will be or the duration it will electrocute you for. Perfect to keep you entertained. Have fun!”

The device warms up as Katherine walks away. Starting off with a gentle buzz on all the clamps and increasing in intensity that had Vanessa crying for help before it stopped for five seconds. It came alive again and started electrocuting her left nipple for three seconds at a moderate level, then it zapped her clit at the highest intensity for a split second, moving on to buzzing her right nipple at different intensities for ten seconds before activating the whisk, tingling her insides uncomfortably. The machine kept her on her toes, leaving her with nothing to expect but terror.

Despite the constant torment, being left alone allowed Vanessa to look around and examine her surroundings. She could feel the eyes of silhouettes watching her beyond the blinding spotlight. A lot more was going on than she realised. While some guests remained seated and conversed with drinks in their hands, some groped the hanging breasts of unoccupied waitresses and others took the liberty to feel up with their own plaything who they’ve brought to the show. Some pets were sprawled on the sofas with their owners deriving pleasure from them.

Vanessa felt humiliated for the first time that day, realising that all the torments she endured were for the benefit of twisted pleasures. 

“Ready for the next round? I hope you enjoyed your break as much as I did, you looked beautiful squirming around from down there. I’m going to take the tape off your mouth so you better behave or it’s going back on.”

“You’re all sick!” Vanessa exclaims before a slap lands on her face.

“Sick pays my bills sweetheart. I’m giving you a chance before gagging you again.”

Katherine stops the machine and has it buzz all the clamps. 

“Remember how it started? This time the intensity will keep on increasing until you beg me to pull the clamps off, the one on the whisk will come off last. It has its limit but it’s got high voltage and a large battery.”

Katherine tugs on the clamps that held on tight to Vanessa’s sore nipples.

“No, no, no, it’s getting too strong,” Vanessa starts to panic, feeling the voltage creeping up, “it’s stinging! Make it stop! Stop!”
“Beg me to pull off your clamps slave.”

“It’s stinging! Ow! Ow! Pull it off! Please!”

“Are you sure?”

Katherine pulled the clamps off slowly, the less surface it had to latch on, the more condensed the electrocution was.

“Pleeeeaaase! I’m begging you! Please pull the clamps off!”

“That’s much better,” Katherine says, ripping the clamps off quickly which resulted in all the current travelling to the clamps on her clit and vaginal walls.

“Pull off all the clamps! Please! It’s burning my clit!”

“Patience sweetheart…”

Katherine takes her time pulling the device off while the intensity keeps creeping higher. As soon as the clamp on the clit slips off, the stinging doubles on her moist walls.

Katherine stops the power from increasing and fucks the slave thrashing around with the electrocuting whisk, making sure it touches her clit on the way out.

“There, there… just hold on for another minute.”

Katherine puts the whisk away and places a knitting needle on the ground next to her victim’s head for her to see her next torture device.

“You have soft feet,” she says, tickling the slave’s feet, delighted to find out how sensitive they are, “let’s see how they fair with a bit of poking.”

One hand peeled Vanessa’s toes open and the other lightly scraped a line from each toe to heel with the knitting needle.

The smallest efforts were enough to make Vanessa convulse and beg. Unfortunately for her, the worse was yet to come.

Katherine picks up a second needle of the same kind and pokes the gentle feet of her quivering victim. Upon noticing that her slave’s nipples had mildly recovered, the tormentor sits in front of her head and pokes the sore nipples into her squishy breasts, wriggling them in, puppeteering her jiggling breasts to dance with the sticks.

The tormentor then reclamps Vanessa’s nipples, connects them with a chain and attaches them to a loop in the ground, pulling her breasts forward, arching her back to compensate for the stretching of her inflamed nubs.

“Don’t move, or you’ll pull them off and I’ll have to put it back on. This might hurt a bit more so I’ll have to put the gag back on you.”

Katherine shoves the cloth back into Vanessa’s mouth and tapes it shut.

She gets up to find a sharp sewing needle and pokes around the surface of Vanessa’s petals, creeping closer and closer to her clit.

Cries and screams were blocked by the tape. The only thing Vanessa could do was shiver in her bondage as her clit felt like it was being pierced over and over again while her nipples pulled her in place.

“You’re doing so well, we’ll move on after five more minutes.”

She pokes around Vanessa’s sensitive clit, making sure that all the small beans’ surface experience the sharp assault.
Each minute dragged for the tormented prisoner. Every round of torture went on forever.

“You made it, don’t be too concerned, I didn’t draw any blood,” she says, wiping away the pet’s tears from her face, “it’s your nipples’ turn now,” moving closer to her next target.

The clamps have hardened the nipples, making them so much more receptive that the gentlest touch of the needle was enough to send her into an uncontrollable fit, snapping a clamp off.

“What are you going to do? Run away? Like I said, don’t move or I’ll just have to clamp you up again.”
Katherine reattached the clamps to Vanessa’s aching nipples and tightened it this time, crushing them even more and shortening the chain to the loop so it pulled her breasts into cones.

Ignoring her cries, Katherine pokes around one nipple at a time. Once all exposed nipple surface has been poked sufficiently, she changes the angle of the clamps so that the skin hiding under the device is exposed for their turn.

“There we go, you have been thoroughly punished. We’ll finish off with some prodding and whipping then I’ll send you on your way back.”

Leaving Vanessa in her current exposed state, pinned in place by her stretched nipples and pussy lips, the tormentor flogs down every inch of the prisoner’s breasts, belly, behind and thighs, placing extra focus on her nipples and open vulva until all the clamps were whipped off. Pink welts began to form everywhere while her muffled screams filled the room. Next came the electric prod, caressing her puckered hole. Vanessa thrashes around wildly knowing what was coming while the evil device rubbed on where it was to be activated next from her neck to her feet, terrorizing her mind before punishing her young, soft body.

Katherine wipes down the sobbing pet with alcohol wipes, unintentionally stinging any open cuts.

“Well done sweetheart. I know it hurts now but you’ll feel better by tomorrow,” she begins packing away the exhibition with the help of guards present as the audience applauds.

“If anything, I hope I’ve taught you a lesson to not break the rules again. For the record, I’ve done far worse things to other pets who’ve done less. Unfortunately for them, they weren’t for sale so there were more extreme treatments I was able to perform. You should hope to not see me next time. Bye for now!”

A guard takes her limp form back to the torture chambers and straps her back up to the gyno chair, arms pinned above her head. A nurse offers her some water with electrolytes to replace all the salts Vanessa lost through sweating during punishment. She accepts gratefully and drinks up the liter of fluids through a straw.

“Good girl, you lost so much liquid just now, you really needed that.”

“Is that the correct time?”

“You still have about five hours of your sentence to go,” the nurse answers while preparing her tools.

“Five? I could have sworn the day’s almost over.”
“Torture makes time your enemy.”

Vanessa sees the nurse lubing the catheter and remembers what they did to her the first time she entered the room.

“Not again, please! I’ll be good, I promise!”
“You just guzzled a liter of water. You’re going to need to go a few times and it’s not the volunteer’s job to help you go.”

Vanessa holds her breath as the catheter enters her urethra.

“Please slow down, you’re going too fast…”

“You’re too tense. It’ll go easier if you relax. It’s only 3mm wide. I know you’re new here, but you’ll find that a lot of things will be a lot easier for you in this society if you just let it happen.”

Three millimeters feel a lot thicker for Vanessa when it’s violating her tight pee hole.

“Hi there! I’m Danielle, I volunteered to carry out the next two hours of your punishments today,” the new volunteer walks in on Vanessa whimpering from the assault, “that looks like fun, can I have a go?”

“Sure, keep pushing until you get to the blue strip.”

Inexperienced fingers push in the tube awkwardly, amplifying Vanessa’s discomfort.

“That feels wrong! Please stop!” she yelps.

“Shhh, perhaps it went a little too fast but you’re doing great, keep going sweetie,” the nurse approves Danielle’s work.

Liquid falls into the bag connected to the tube.

“There we go, we’ve reached your bladder. Good luck with the rest of your sentence,” the nurse says before walking out the door.

Danielle sits in front of Vanessa’s opening with a cheeky smile.

“Don’t get any ideas! Don’t!” Vanessa objects as she watches Danielle hold the catheter between her fingers.

She starts to push and pull a small length of tube in and out of Vanessa’s small urethra.

“Stop! Please! That feels so so wrong!”

“So little effort for so much reaction. We’re going to get along really well. ”

A notification sounded from the computer.

“Anonymous writes, please don’t stop fucking her pee hole, she looks like she’s enjoying that so much. Her shaking legs are begging for more,” Danielle reads out a comment.

“You can’t do this to me… please stop… please…”

“You’re too funny cause I absolutely can and will.”

Danielle’s free hand gives Vanessa’s nipple a rub.

“That feels so swollen! I can’t imagine how much it must be stinging right now.” 

All protest from the victim landed on ears that revel in her cries of agony. 

“Number 17, I would love to see her private parts caned,” an AI generated voice sounds from the speaker.

Danielle finds a cane, clamps and strings in the drawer. She clamps the outer lips and ties the strings connected to them to Vanessa’s big toes to expose the inner folds and to keep her feet unscrunched. Danielle rubs and pokes around the delicate skin to play on her nerves.

Vanessa closes her eyes tight and begs, feeling the stick leave her for a split second before blow after blow lands on her soft petals releasing bitter cries from the victim.

“Your feet are calling me for attention,” she says right before caning the slave’s vulnerable feet, toes pulled back by the string.

Vanessa scrunches her feet to absorb some shock, but finds that the strings attached would pull on her already overextended nipples. Jaimee notices how much the predicament affected her victim and tickles one foot while caning the other mercilessly, swapping when the sole had turned mostly red. Her screams delighted the audience.

“Number 9, then number 3.”

A blindfold slips on Vanessa’s eyes.

“Hmmm… big rubber bands. These go around you.”

Danielle puts two rubber bands over Vanessa’s arms above her head and lets them both rest comfortably on her breasts like a small hula hoop that can’t get past the large obstruction. She stretches both bands away from the slave’s body and aims to hit the sensitive buttons.

Unaware of what’s about to happen, Vanessa relaxes a little, mentally unprepared for the sting of the band when it snaps onto her body.

Danielle lets go, the bands hit the areolas, the trial run was enough to explain what was happening to the blindfolded victim, squirming around to avoid the next hit as she feels the bands being stretched away from her again.

“I think I need a lot more practice to hit bulls eye.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” Vanessa sobs regretfully.

“Besides getting my debt paid off quicker, I get to see you wriggle around and beg me for mercy.”

“You don’t have to do this….”

“Unfortunately for you, I do unless I want to end up in your seat again.”
“What do you mean?”

Danielle lets go of the bands and hits closer to her target.

“You talk too much little one,” Danielle giggles, and locks a gag on Vanessa’s mouth.

She flicks the band onto the slave’s nipples again and again until she could hit accurately three times in a row on the chafed nubs.

“Number 21.”

“Can you guess what I’m holding?”

Danielle turns the device on close to Vanessa’s ears so she could hear the buzz and crackle of an electric wand.

The slave’s grunts and limited twisting in her bondage told her that she knew.

Danielle takes her time tracing the device down the pet’s alluring body, starting from her neck, circling from the base of her breasts to the nipples, then down her belly and around the outside of her puffy folds. The wand then travelled over the surface of her petals, lingering on her aching clit.

“Someone commented, she looks like she’s enjoying it so much from all her moans and shaking. Another viewer asks, is she getting wet? Her hole looks like it’s drooling, I think she needs to be disciplined more. Oh my… are you actually getting wet from punishment?” 

Danielle dips a finger into the pet’s hole.

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this.”

She reclines Vanessa’s chair so the audience could have a better view of her private parts, then rubs the cane on the slave’s twitching asshole.

“Now tell me, has your butt hole ever been caned? You look like you need a break everywhere else except right here,” she says, rubbing the slave’s anus with the stick, “you seem very sensitive and inexperienced, fifty times should be enough.”

Danielle spreads the butt cheeks of her whimpering victim and aims to have the first land exactly in the middle evoking screams.

“Ooooo that was a good one. Only forty-nine left to go.”

Each blow woke something inside her. Her body convulsed in pain as the canings rained on her sensitive ring.

“There’s so many ways to torture a pet like you. You’ll never get used to the pain.”