This short story is an entry in the 2002 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Period
Daddy, Can I Turn This?
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
Like other professions on Ganesha, the Torturers' Guild is a group of tightly knit family businesses. Lakshmi and Sita, two beautiful teenage twins, are helping their father, Narasimha Mahanaraka, with his latest contract. Still considered apprentices, they are inclined to mischievous giggling and playful behavior, which Narasimha patiently tolerates. "It's important to enjoy your work," he says.
Their subject is suspended, naked, in a fine web of spidersilk bondage, in an inelegant squatting pose in mid-air at the center of the room. Her knees are raised and parted, the soles of her feet pressed together. Her genitals are fully exposed, her labia pouting open, and clitoris bulging invitingly.
Sara3793 is the latest in a permanent line of English clones from New Eden, fresh from five years intensive training as a fuckslut, and recently administered the complex gene therapy to make her a completely masochistic concubine. The Mahanarakas' pleasant task is to torment her for a few days, to verify her compliance with the strict standards specified by her new owner, a scion of the powerful Merchants' Guild.
Narasimha is busy at his terminal, while Lakshmi and Sita jostle shoulders as they complete the depilation of Sara's vulva. They'd started with hot wax, chuckling at her futile writhing and shrieks. Now they are tweezering the remaining recalcitrant hairs from the folds of her sex, roughly pulling and prying as they hunt for them.
"You missed this curly one on her asshole," Sita teases.
"Well, look at these wisps round her pisshole. You should have seen them," Lakshmi pouts.
"Her cunt is really oozing, see?" Sita grins.
"Stinky, too."
"That's how fucksluts are supposed to be, isn't it?"
Narasimha looks up from his terminal. "Okay, all calibrated. Are you finished?"
Sita nods. Sara's body is dotted with tiny silver discs, which radio data to his computer: skin temperature, moisture, heart rate, pulse and other vital signs. Her red hair is pulled back in a tight bun, and a sensor web is glued to her forehead, to monitor brain activity. Flexible rings in her vagina and anus will measure the moisture and viscosity of her vaginal mucus, and the strength of contractions in her sphincters.
"Put the clamps on," he tells them. The twins attach the radio-controlled pincers to each nipple, to her labia, and her clitoris. On the screen, graphical histograms bob in response.
"Daddy, can I turn this?" Lakshmi pleads.
He smiles indulgently. "Steady, though."
She takes the controls and the cruel pincers nip more tightly. Sara hisses through her teeth.
"Nice response. She's very sensitive," he comments. "See the pleasure response following it?"
The girls grin. Lakshmi whispers to Sara: "We're going to enjoy hurting you."
"Right, let's rotate her, and try a test run," he instructs.
Joystick motions slowly turn Sara through 180 degrees in mid-air, until she's in a classic spanking pose.
The girls take up thick plastic paddles. "About sixty per minute, and hard," he instructs. "She ought to come within 300 seconds, if she's properly tuned."
The End
© Copyright This story (also part of the Hindu Ascendancy series) is copyrighted (c) by Mara Maharakshasa, 2002. All rights are reserved by the author. Do not retransmit, store (except for personal use) or publish without permission.
Reviews
John <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
The story paints a picture with considerable skill, but somehow it is a fairly static image without much conflict either within the characters or between them. It's probably just a matter of taste, but I somehow feel more could have been made of this.
Simon <srb(at)imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
Science fiction and BDSM combined in an interesting story. Some fairly visceral descriptions which are used to good effect. In some ways quite a chilling story, as sadistic girls work gleefully on a genetically modified woman. I confess I wasn't entirely sure whether this was meant to be fun or scary.
Dyke Grrl <dyke.grrl(at)verizon(dot)net>
The story fits well into the 500 word limit--not too much, not too little. And you certainly created a period piece, although I was not quite certain what the time period was (futuristic, yes, but where, and how far in the future?) However, the period was clearly necessary to the story line, rather than being a standard spanking story with a few props.
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
Ah yes, even in the case of a marvel of biological engineering such as Sara3793, testing and quality control are crucial functions, and one should be meticulous and thorough. It would indeed be enjoyable work! Nice fantasy. The more I hear about this Hindu Ascendancy world, the more I like it.