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In need of ideas - book in progress
In need of ideas - book in progress
After breakfast, they traveled down into the lowest levels of the palace, where her equipment had been set up. She used the area often, and she had instructed her servants to set them up next to some other torture devices she had collected in the past. Her main manservant had worked all night readying the devices, and the first criminal was brought out and tied into place.
The prisoner was a woman in her mid twenties, beautiful red hair flared out around bright blue eyes and fair white skin. She was completely naked, sitting within what looked like a double rocking chair. She was strapped to the chair in several ways. She sat with her legs bent and spread, with her feet tied in a set of stirrups, and her knees tied apart. She was tied at her waist, and again at her neck, holding her against the back of the chair with no seat. She was also held in place with her arms tied at the shoulder, elbow, and wrist to a cross-bar to the chair. If she had been lying flat, it might have appeared to be a strange doctor’s examining bench.
She looked out at HIM and a single tear escaped her otherwise dry eyes. Martina noticed this and walked over to her man.
“I thought I told you to give her the drug!”
Lowering himself to be chastised, he replied without looking up at her, “But I did.”
He waited for her to hit him, but in stead, Martina walked over to the woman, and inserted a finger between the woman’s exposed legs causing her to wiggle and moan painfully, but she couldn’t move and her mouth was gagged. She removed her hand a second later with a dry finger, and licked it, then patted her man on the top of his balding head. Martina walked back to HIM and the two of them sat down in a pair of plush lounge chairs set up for the occasion.
“You may continue now,” she addressed her manservant, and then accepted a glass of wine from a wait servant, and continued. “What we have here, is a drug dealer who, with the help of her husband, sold drugs to children.” At that her manservant brought out the husband of the woman with the help of two guards. “They will demonstrate this little device that I got in a small quadrant of your fifth sector. The drug that she was given causes all of the fluids in her body to dry up. The dug alone would kill her, but you will see that it in combination with this machine will be a horrific and appropriate punishment.”
The male prisoner was bound similarly, facing his wife in the device, neither of them were wearing anything except their bindings, and gags. Tears ran down the man’s face as he looked at his wife, and he tried to struggle as they tied him down, but they overpowered him, and once his arms were bound that was the end to his struggling.
“Now, the way I see it,” Martina continued telling HIM, “since they were killing children, and children are produced by sex, then they should be killed by sex.” The eyes of the prisoners opened wide as they realized what their fate would be, and the machine they were strapped into finally made sense to them. “The injection he is being given,” Martina’s manservant appeared with a small syringe, “is a combination drug that will cause him to have a permanent erection and an insatiable need for sex.”
Very quickly, the male prisoner’s eyes stopped tearing and widened with lust. Martina got out of her chair and inspected the prisoner’s rising weapon. After stroking the handful a few times, she nodded to her manservant to start the device.
Turning a few knobs on the control panel, the machine rocked the prisoners toward each other. The tip of his weapon pointing straight between her legs, and moving closer. Once the machine brought the two of them together, Martina performed the final positioning of the prisoners. With a nod from Martina, the machine moved just slightly more, pushing the prisoners together, and linked by flesh. The male prisoner’s eyes spoke volumes about fear and lust, while the woman’s eyes fearfully stared at the weapon about to impale her. Martina walked back to the control panel and flicked a switch.
“This switch sets the outer position. We can’t have him falling out, now can we?”
Martina turned a few knobs and the two of them came together, forcing the woman to writhe in pain from the invasion, and the man’s stomach to buckle with the need for more. Once the two prisoners were brought completely together, and Martina was happy that there was no space left between them, she flicked another switch on the control panel. She then walked back to her chair to watch the show.
“We will commence with your permission,” she directed to HIM.
“But, of course.”
With one last nod from Martina, the machine’s power was let loose. Slowly the device moved, forcing the male prisoner to move in and out of the woman, ripping her apart quickly, and creating a pool of blood on the floor under them. Occasionally, Martina could see the raging guilt in his eyes as he stared at his wife, but it would quickly be replaced with the need for release. Her pale white skin had no bruises of abrasions anywhere on her body when she was placed in the machine, but within a few moments of the device’s startup, her skin around the bindings began to drip blood as well. He had a few bruises when he was strapped in from the fight started, but once the machine got underway, his bucking under the bands started him loosing blood and skin as well.
The machine slowly increased in speed, her blood creating a lubricant for the action, and a dark black bruise started forming just below her stomach, as if something inside of her erupted as well. The terror in her eyes spoke of the sheer pain she was undergoing, her legs straining in the straps, trying to close and force him out of her. Large pieces of her destroyed insides began to join the blood on the floor, creating a black and red muddy mess. His eyes showed the guilt and the pain of his need, but his body lurched against the straps with each forward thrust to try and bury himself even further within her.
The machine was slowed at this point, and the blood flowed freely from both of them and it was obvious he was loosing large amounts of blood as well. Large flakes of skin fell to the floor with the blood, and even though she had passed out from the pain and blood-loss, his eyes still loomed brightly.
The device forced him into her over and over again, and finally a white liquid started flowing out with the blood, and some of the lust was gone from his eyes, but the machine didn’t stop. It continued this way for almost an hour while Martina and HE sipped their wine, and quietly enjoyed the show. Martina sneaking glances at HIM every few minutes to see if HE was still enjoying it. The woman’s body became whiter and paler as the blood drained from her body, and it was obvious that she was dead, and before long, the male prisoner’s eyes stopped seeing as well.
HE loved it the exhibition and commented, “Tell me, did you try this out before you brought it here? I mean, this type of device might not be all bad.”
“Well, I have to admit that I did try it on a slow setting with one of the new slaves, but the drug I gave to him never wore off. The drug it seems has a maddening effect on the brain, and with only one dose, the man is good for nothing but sex, and if he doesn't get it he would go completely mad and die within a few hours."
"What else have you brought back with you, my dear?" HE said as they sat, relaxing in their comfortable chairs, their first victims still ramming into each other on the quiet machine before them.
“Oh, the day is just beginning.”
Martina clapped her hands, and the servants led them to her second new toy of the day. Their chars were moved into position, and they took their seats, waiting for the next show to begin. Martina nodded to her manservant, and the next prisoner was brought in.
This machine looked completely different from the first device. Where the first one was built like a rocking chair made for two, this one was a gyroscope with just enough room for one. Pulleys and levers surrounded the device, none appeared to have any function, and just hung out at the edges of the gyroscope. A flat platform hung in the center of the five circles, and it appeared that that was where the prisoner would go. Several straps hung from the side of the platform, and those had obvious uses.
A thin, tanned boy of about thirteen was led in as the prisoner who Martina would use to demonstrate the device. He was naked except for a pair of dark shorts as he walked quietly into the room. He climbed into the center of the gyro, and laid down on the platform without struggling. He was attached to the mass of cords and pulleys, a cord held each hand and foot, another at each elbow and knee, still another at each shoulder and thigh, finally a collar around his neck secured him to the outer rings, and each cord was tightened to have no slack. The bindings on the center platform were wrapped around the boy and held him tight to it. The gyro moved with the boys weight, once it’s break was release by Martina’s manservant, and it caused the boy to stand up straight, held in place by the straps to the platform, he appeared to float inside the machine.
He started straight up and down within the device, staring out at HIM and Martina with eyes much older and wiser then his years. Then, with a nod of approval from Martina, her manservant started spinning a fly-wheel, turning the gyro with it’s rotation. The gyroscope, with the boy turning in the center, slowly twisted and turned, and the boy rotated until he was upside down, then horizontal on his front, then right side up, then horizontal on his back, and so on. With each turn, the ropes got tighter and tighter, until they appeared to be ready to snap. The boy kept spinning with the gyro, and when the rope connected to his right wrist became tight enough, his small right hand popped off with a loud crunching sound, and hung at the end of the cord. His blood started shooting straight out of his wrist, but only for a second, at which point the cord at his elbow became taut, and his left hand popped off with the same crunching sound. Martina got sprayed with a shower of blood from the boy’s wrist before the cord attached to his elbow became taut enough to stop the blood. Martina raised her hand as the boy watched, and licked the blood off her fingers while the boy glared at her.
The boy continued to spin slowly, his mind reeling from the pain threatening to pass out, and not understanding why he was still conscious. The cords tightened further, bones cracked, flesh ripped, and the boy could see both his hands and his right foot dangling from cords a few feet in front of him. His eyes continued to flow with tears, but he refused to cry out. His other foot came off at the ankles with another quarter turn, and with each loss, the cords remaining closing off the flow of blood. He would have been a king, and although he had only lived a short time, he knew that to cry out was to fulfill his enemy's desires. He continued to turn, and the cords continued to tighten.
A man walked in to the room, and Martina to her manservant to stop the Wheel-Of-Pain. He was a servant by his clothing, and he addressed HIM once he was acknowledged. The servant brought news HE was waiting for, so the torture was discontinued until later. Martina was disappointed, she was enjoying the spirit of the boy, and before following HIM out of the room, Martina had the boy's limbs sealed so that he wouldn't die from blood loss.