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Subject: {ASSM} Two New Toys Part VIII [Mff, nc, bdsm, slave, tort, humil]
Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2004 06:10:06 -0500
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This story includes elements not appropriate for some readers,
including, but not limited to: strong language and graphic depictions
of: abduction, bondage, rape, torture, humiliation and heterosexual
and lesbian sex.  This story qualifies as pornography, and is not to
be read by minors, or anyone who feels that he/she might be offended
by the aforementioned content.  The author most definitely does not
condone the real life perpetration of acts included in this story,
unless they are done with the consent of all parties involved.

-----

Two New Toys, Part VIII

Author's Note: This is a work in progress.  As of the time of this
post, I have written eight chapters.  I will post immediately
everything that I have written so far, then continue to post chapters
as I write them.  Comments, and requests for missing chapters are
welcome.  Send them to: the_fissure_king@hotmail.com

-----

	The next morning, Tina and Helen awoke in their cell.  The guards had
replaced Tina's gag and hogtied both of them the previous night,
before locking them in.  They were both cramped as Hell from sleeping
in such awkward positions, but could do little about it.  About an
hour after they woke up, four guards came.

	The guards led them into the shower room, where they endured the same
washing procedure as the day before at the hands of the Asian girl. 
They were groggy going in, but the ice cold water jarred them to
wakefulness.  Tina was too disturbed and humiliated to notice a tingle
of anticipation in her loins when it was her turn to be washed, but if
the Asian girl noticed, she made no sign.

	After this, they were led back into the same room they'd been in
yesterday.  The two restraint devices were standing in their default
positions, waiting for the girls to be strapped in.  The only thing
different was a strange mass of leather straps and buckles hanging by
chains from the center of the ceiling.  Both girls eyed it with
apprehension as they came in.

	The head guard - a tall, burly black man with a shaved head -
gestured at Tina with his stun stick.  "Her first."

	Two of the guards grabbed Tina roughly by the arms and pulled her
towards one of the restraint devices.

	"Face forward, this time," the one on her left said, and spun her
around so her back was to it.

	"Feet in the stirrups, you know the drill," he said.

	Shivering from the chill in the room as much as fear, Tina stepped
back under she was pressed up against the padded surface of the
machine.  Looking down at her feet, she lifted first one, then the
other, into the padded loops that stuck out slightly in front of the
machine's base.  One of the guards put his hands on her shoulders to
keep her from tipping forward, while the other wrapped and tightened
the velcro-fastened straps around her ankles, calves, and upper
thighs.

	Able to maintain her composure so far, Tina suffered a panic attack
when the guards took the cuffs off her wrists and tried to bind them
to the arms of the device.  Briefly, she managed to yank them free of
the guards' grip, and flailed her fists ineffectually.  Bound as her
legs were, though, there was little she could do, and they didn't even
need to use their stun sticks.  In moments, her hands had been pulled
down to her sides, and straps tightened and fastened about her wrists.
 A moment later, a second set of straps went around her upper arm,
just above the elbow.  Last came a pair of straps around her waist and
chest. The latter went just below her small, perky, eighteen year-old
tits, and the guards seemed to take particular glee in pulling that
one extra-tight.  It crushed the wind out of her, so she could only
breathe in shallow gasps - even then, only through her nose, due to
the ball gag - and pushed her tits up even higher, so that her large
nipples, erect in the cold air, pointed slightly upwards, above the
horizontal.

	"God, look at that young body," one of them said, "I wish The Master
would let us play with her."

	"We can, just after he's done with her in a few months," the head
guard said, "in the meantime, we gotta make do with Lisa."

	"Yeah," said the first guard, "but these two just get me going so
much.  Can't wait.  Jesus, Lisa's gonna get a workout soon as my lunch
break comes around, let me tell you."

	The last guard, quiet up until now, spoke up, addressing Tina with a
chuckle, "You better hope The Master stays amused with you two as long
as possible.  We ain't half as nice as he is, and there's lots more of
us."

	All four of them had a hearty laugh, while Helen stared at them in
horror, imagining the guard staff - at least a dozen that the girls
had seen so far - every one of them having their way with poor Lisa
whenever he chose, day after day after day, until... until what?  What
became of the girls after the guards had finished with them?  Helen
pushed the thought out of her mind.  Thinking about such things could
only lead to despair, and she hadn't yet given up hope of escape.

	"Your turn, hot stuff," said the head guard, at least, turning to
Helen.

	Helen held her head up defiantly and shook her shoulders free of the
last guard's grip.  She started to march herself towards the second
restraining device, working under the idea that if the guards got used
to rarely having to manhandle her, her chances of eventual escape
would be greater.  Instead, the head guard intercepted her halfway
there and stopped her by putting his hands on her shoulders.

	"Whoa, there, baby," he said, "I know you're eager to get the
Master's cock in that slut pussy of yours, but you're not going in
that thing this time."

	Helen flushed at his humiliating words.  The guard turned her around
and pointed her at the thing hanging from the ceiling.  She felt a
rush of nervousness, tinged with curiousity.

	"Always such a pain in the ass getting them in this," complained one
of the other guards, as Helen stepped towards it, prodded by the head
guard.

	Unsure of herself, Helen stopped before the arrangement of straps.

	"First is the easy part," said the head guard, holding up two leather
cuffs at the end of chains, "these go on your wrists.  Hold your hands
above your head."

	Still attempting to play the complacent captive, Helen held her arms
straight up.  Her large, gravity-defying breasts raised slightly along
with them.  One of the guards gave an appreciative whistle.  The head
guard nonchalantly lifted up the cuffs and buckled them tightly around
her wrists.  She let her hands flop down, chains stopping them around
waist level.

	The head guard took another cuff, hanging the same level as the first
two, and pointed at Helen's foot.  Awkwardly balancing on her right
foot, she lifted the left, and he buckled the cuff around her ankle. 
She had to start hopping to keep her balance.  One of the guards
cruelly shoved her and she toppled backwards.  Her shoulders were
yanked painfully as the chains arrested her fall, and she hung
suspended, arms and left leg up, ass down, right leg kicking futilely.
 Another guard quickly grabbed that foot and buckled it as the first
had been.

	Helen, hanging uncomfortably, watched as one of the guards went over
to the door and got two long, padded rods that were leaning next to
it, that neither of the girls had previously noticed.

	"This is the tricky part," said the head guard.  "You, lift her."

	One of the guards reached under Helen.  Bending his knees, he put one
hand on her lower back and one on her ass, and lifted her up.  As he
did, the fingers of his left hand slid between her ass cheeks and a
couple of them intruded roughly, but only a very short way, into the
opening of her asshole.  Helen couldn't tell whether he'd done it on
purpose or not, and the gag prevented her from protesting.

	The cuffs on her wrists and ankles had metal loops, and while one
guard held her body up, level with her limbs, the rods were slid
through the loops, one passing from right wrist to left ankle, the
other from left wrist to right ankle.  Other guards pulled her limbs
roughly so that clasps on the ends of the rods could be locked into a
second, smaller ring on each of the cuffs.  When they stepped back,
Helen was suspended just under a meter off the ground, limbs held
spread-eagled by the crossed rods underneath her, which also served to
support her, keeping her body in one plane.

	The guards gathered near her feet, Helen lifted her head slightly,
and could see that they were all staring intently at her pussy, which
was hairless, and completely exposed by her widely spread thighs. 
They were beautiful thighs, too, plump, but not fatty, the indentation
at the top of the inside forming a tantalizing frame for the treasure
within.

	"God," one guard said, "what a beautiful sight.  Look at those big
labs.  Can't wait to stick it in there."

	"Bet it'll be three, four months at least," said another wistfully,
"can't imagine the Master getting tired of that fine cunt any time
soon."

	"No, I imagine I won't," interrupted the Master, walking into the
room, again wearing nothing but black silk boxers, and carrying the
same black leather bag as the day before.

	This time, however, he was not alone.  Tina watched as he was
followed into the room by the Asian girl from the showers.  She was
naked, but walked as if this was a perfectly natural state for her, as
if to be clothed would be the strange thing.  Helen couldn't see, as
her neck muscles had grown tired, and her head now hung limply.

	"Tina," said the Master, "today is your turn to be tortured.  Helen. 
You're the lucky one.  You get sex today, and lots of it.  In our
little interview, you confessed that you fantasized about this sort of
thing, but claimed that you wouldn't want it to actually happen."

	The Master put down his bag and walked over to her.  He knelt by her
head.

	"Think of it, Helen," he whispered in her ear, "you're tied up. 
Helpless.  Try to move a muscle, I'm sure you can't.  You are going to
be fucked, Helen, whether you like it or not.  Just like you thought
about all those nights when your hand drifted down to find yourself...
will you like it Helen?  Talk to me."

	Helen jerked her head away from him, refusing to meet his eyes.  Even
if she had wanted to answer him, the ball gag would have prevented
her.  There was a slight flush to her cheeks and chest, however, and
the Master thought he heard her breath coming more quickly through her
nose.

	"I'm afraid Helen can't answer us, Mi Hi," the Master said, now
addressing the Asian girl, "so I'm afraid you'll have to tell me.  Is
our friend eager for today's activities?"

	Helen's body jerked instinctively as she felt Mi Hi's cool palm
pressed suddenly against her pussy.  The girl moved quietly, and Helen
hadn't even been aware that she'd stepped up between her legs.

	"Definitely, she is very hot down here," the girl reported, with a
faint Korean accent, then slipped a finger into Helen's pussy, "and a
little wet, not very."

	Helen flushed a deeper shade of red, now from the humiliation of
having another girl's finger in her cunt.  The Master cupped her head
in his hands and lifted it so she could see Mi Hi.  The girl was
actually very beautiful.  Her skin was fairly dark for a Korean, her
eyes big and beautiful, exotically tapered at the corners.  She wore
no makeup, but didn't need it.  Her short, spiky hair gave her a
tough, slightly boyish, but very sexy look.  Unlike in the shower, her
eyes now burned with a strange intensity, and were locked on Helen's. 
A hint of a smile played on her lips.  Helen wanted to look away, but
found herself unable to break Mi Hi's gaze, such was its power.

	"Look at her, Helen," said the Master, in low, seductive tones,
"isn't she beautiful?  Mi Hi was one of my first slave girls.  Shall I
tell you why I kept her, rather than giving her to the guards?  Part
of it was her obedience.  In fact, after the initial fear wore off,
she actually started to enjoy her servitude.  But more than that, she
gives the best head I've ever had.  And you know what I found out? 
She's as good with girls as with guys."

	Mi Hi wiggled her finger in Helen's cunt, then withdrew it.  Helen
began to struggle against her bonds.  Sudden fear surged through her,
mixed with shame and a feeling she tried to convince herself was not
arousal.

	"Now, Mi Hi," continued the Master, "Helen told us that she's scared
and disgusted by lesbian sex.  Does that bother you?"

	"Of course not, Master," replied Mi Hi, "you know that the ones that
hate it are my favorites.  And they never hate it for long..."

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