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Doctor David Ryan Sir Ralph David Richardson rose groggily from the lounge in his basement TV room and staggered upstairs to the shower bath. Despite not feeling well, he desperately needed to cleanse up and get ready for a very special night on the town. He was going to a Halloween party that he could not possibly allow himself to miss.

The previous first light, for the get-go time ever, he had cancelled all remaining appointments for the day and returned home sick. Unlike many of his MD booster, he was almost never sick. That was probably because, unlike most of his doctor friends, he was n't around sick people all of the time, at least not physically spew people.

One of the cause that David had become a Psychiatrist was that metal illness was not contagious - that and the fact that it gave him make access to very vulnerable hoi polloi who could not protect themselves from his sadism.

Dave had always known he was a sadist, even before he knew what the word meant. And he always knew that he was going to go a medico, even before he knew what all was involved in making that happen.

His mother had named him David Ryan so his initials would be DR. One of his other memories was of her telling him that he already had doctor in front of his final stage name, now all he had to do was become one.

about people become MD because they want to help people, but not David. David knew very early in his animation that he did not want to help people. David wanted to bruise people, or at least he wanted to watch citizenry suffer. He became a Doctor because his mother wanted him to become a doctor, and his mother was rich enough to pay for his medical checkup Education Department and herculean enough that no one, including David, ever went against what Mother Richardson wanted - at to the lowest degree not for very long.

Medical school was a nightmare for St. David - especially residency. Classes were not a problem. He held a perfect A norm throughout college and med school. Jacques Louis David was magnificent - perhaps beyond brilliant, so trying to learn all that a medico needed to know was not the job. The problem was .... all those suffering people you were supposed to care about ... all those worried relatives who expected you to `` realize '' ... all those improver continually trying to talk you into a voluntary year or two in this or that Godforsaken country ... and especially, all those chuck the great unwashed coughing and sneezing and oozing their filth and contagion all over you, trying to drag you down into the depths of their pit of woe. For Saint David, THAT was medical school and it was only his fright of his mother 's business leader that kept him there into his residency year. Residency was even worse because he had to come into close tangency with the puss and pestilence of everyday hospital life.

There was one shining situation in the midst of that dreary hole of blackness called residency, and that was psychiatric gyration. virtually of the other residents dreaded a cycle through psychiatric, but there Saint David found his home. Others would sound off of the poor demented souls who looked at them with such pleading eyes, begging to be released from that fearsome prison of curse and painfulness created by their own intellect. The common sense of helplessness in the typeface of such hopelessness drained the Energy from almost every other scholarly person ..., but not from `` doc Doctor. '' He thrived on it.

The name of the on-call in the psych social unit was never written out fully on the contact board. Even the MD 's total initials were not used. Instead the initials of their first and midsection name were written on the board in the expansion slot permanently labeled `` Dr. '' When David was on shout it read, `` Dr. DR. '' Thus, St. David became known as `` Doctor Doctor. '' He liked that nickname and often used it to refer to himself.

The other occupant soon learned that doctor physician was willing to trade assignments, and by making veritable trades, David was able, for the about role, to head off the normal Montgomery Ward which he hated, and the others were capable to stave off the psych ward which they hated. It was a perfect musical arrangement. Normally, the supervising doctors would make objected to such continual trade wind, but David seemed to be such a innate in the psych ward and to feature such a rapport with the patient role, that they let it slide.

The other house physician, and even some of the supers, were amazed that, when assigned to daily radical academic session for the `` permanent occupant patients, '' he could sit and take heed for hours to them tell their Lapplander tale of woe over and over again. What they did not bonk is that David was n't really listening to what these demented person had to say. Instead, he was warming himself in the glow of the infliction and hurt that exuded from their dead body with every password they spoke. That 's why medico Dr. was not worn down by these useless attempts at therapy as were almost every other resident physician forced to enter in these academic session with the lost and unreachable. Instead, as he sat amongst their nuisance, he was fed ... nourished ... invigorated ... by the feast of desperation and torment laid before him, which he sucked greedily into his body.

He sought and was accepted into a broad, four year psychiatric residency, and following that went into partnership with a psychiatrist at the hospital who was nearing retirement. During his four geezerhood of residency and another four years of partnership, Dr. physician honed his proficiency of counseling and therapy, but more importantly he perfected his techniques of selecting, using and abusing certain, particular patients.

It was a given that head-shrinker, male and female, would use their position to get a petty sexual gratification once in a while. As long as it was n't too blatant, and as long as there were no public lawsuits, such activity was treated with a blind eye. But sex did not feed and enliven David. Inflicting nuisance did, and that type of mistreatment of patient role was not treated so leniently.

doc Doctor extensively read the histories of doctors, lawyer, teachers, minister of religion, and others who had been brought down by mistreatment of those entrusted to them. The lesson he learned from that book was all the way. If he mistreated everyone, eventually everyone would have it away. If he mistreated a few, several would make love and would sustain each other 's stories once the story of one came out. But if he chose one carefully selected patient at a time as his `` flirt puppet, '' and if he made sure that selected person was not around later to show against him, the whip that could happen would be a site where it was the discussion of ONE certifiably deranged mortal against that of a well-regarded and highly observe doctor of psychiatry who had worked so hard to help so many people - all of whom were unforced to publically prove on his behalf.

At first David selected masses with masochistic tendencies, preferably with suicidal overtone. Such people would allow him to hurt them emotionally, physically, and mentally because, deep down, they enjoyed it. But MD Doctor of the Church found these relationships did not feed in him adequately or warm the coldness that often permeated his soulfulness. The flicker of the flame of pain and suffering within these mass was actually light, and all too often that flame was overwhelmed by the fire of the pleasure of expiration that came within or after the pain sensation. That fervor of pleasure did not feast David. It burned him and drove him away.

It was a contribution of David 's design from the very beginning that if a creature was not satisfactorily working out, or if he had just grown tired of them, he would incline of them. That sounds difficult and risky in and of itself, but when a mentally unbalanced person is standing on the sharpness of the cliff of self-destruction, it is remarkably well-fixed for soul, properly trained and skilled, to campaign them over that precipice while at the same time leaving a book trail that looks like all of the while they were trying to extract that poor, demented individual back from the edge.

Several rejected play creature went over the cliff before Doctor medico finally refined his survival of the fittest criteria. He discovered that he did not require a masochist who was drawn to pain because of the enjoyment it gave them - despite the toll of that enjoyment. What Doctor Saint David needed, and carefully sought out, was a pain addict who was drawn to ail because they needed it - despite the fact that they derived absolutely no pleasance from it.

Some masochists progress - or regress - into pain freak. Jacques Louis David had even helped one or two make that modulation. It starts when the person is no longer driven by the pleasance of being in hurting, but rather by the unendurable distress of NOT being in pain. Like a nut craving a fix, they begin to thirst pain just to make water the distress of climb-down go away. And exactly like a junkie building up a margin, the pain in the ass they crave becomes more than and more severe in order to give them their fix. Eventually it gets to a point where they no longer derive any pleasure at all from the pain, but are driven solely by the fact that the painful sensation of being without bother is worse than the annoyance of being in nuisance. That is usually the distributor point where they self destruct or assay someone to destroy them.

Although physician David knew that it was an out of the question seeking, he dreamed of someday finding the perfect looseness tool. He even knew exactly what the gross play tool would be. That sadist 's unholy Holy Grail would be someone addicted to hurt, but not willing to end their excruciation through the tough road of therapy and life-style change that would let go of them from their dependency. At the same time that person would not be volition to end their suffering through the round-eyed road of ending their own aliveness. This ambivalency trapped that someone permanently in the prison house of their own nous. This person would seek pain, but then shriek in true agony when that bother was received. The warmness given off by that variety of nuisance and agony could nutrify St. David for a farseeing, long time.

sevener months ago, Doctor Doctor was growing tired of his latest bid puppet and gave her the final tap at the top of the precipice. He often did pro-bono work. Shelly was a `` Jacob's ladder sheath. '' His direction with her was non-fee. He even arranged to find fault up the portion of her in-house handling that the entitlement programs did n't enshroud. When she committed suicide, outwardly he was devastated that someone he had worked so heavy to redeem had taken their own life by stepping in front of a bus. Inwardly he was laughing to himself about how simple it had been to put her in front line of that bus.

All he had needed to do was to indicate out an article in the newsprint about someone who had been hit by a bus, and then add, `` At least it was over so fast he did n't stomach. One hour he was here, the next in he was in oblivion. ``

David knew that Shelly took the bus to and from her engagement with him and to work. He also knew - because she had told him - that the limited double-decker, which also drove in the curbside `` Busses Only '' lane with the regular omnibus, did not stop at Shelly 's bus stop.

Jacques Louis David 's comment was an `` impulse grenade, '' and he had pulled the pin and dropped it into her mind so smoothly that she did n't even feel it lodge in her subconscious. Doctor Doctor had waited until after the academic session had wrapped up and the recorders were turned off to accidentally foot up the paper lying on his desk and make his scuttlebutt. No TV or audio was running, so naught would appear in the records trail should anyone ever take the time or effort to go looking.

Three workweek later, the grenade exploded. Shelly was going to bring. She stood at her bus halt and watched the express mail bus coming. She knew it was n't going to stop. It was n't even going to slow down. It never did. But then, as it approached, suddenly the trope of a quick room access into obliviousness flashed into her intellect. She closed her eyes, took a thick breathing time, and stepped off the curb.

David had the front Thomas Nelson Page story on the open frame elbow room bulletin instrument panel for several weeks, but took it down because he was afraid that someone might mark that he smiled deeply whenever he looked at it. Now it was in a folder in the rack on his desk. He knew it was there, and he knew what it said. That was all that was requisite. His smile was just as broad as he glanced at that folder. In fact, the other day just looking at that booklet had caused him to suddenly involve to call Debra, the platter clerk, into his situation to critique some typeface records.

Debra was a sex junky whom St. David had `` cured. '' At least her husband and her family thought that she was cured because she no longer wore provocative clothing or snuck out of the house at night to troll the taproom. What he had actually done, however, was to change her dependence from general sex to sex with him. Those modest, loose fitting dresses and skirts that she wore were merely to disguise the fact that while at work she wore goose egg under them except a dildo harness that kept hack firmly in place in her cunt and ass.

She was not a `` play puppet '' for his sadistic pleasance, but merely a `` convention '' doctor-patient intimate dismissal like several others whom he occasionally used. He had cultivated each of them carefully and was fairly for sure that none of them would expose him, but even if they did, such outrage would, at bad, bring a letter of censure from his peer critical review gameboard. More in all likelihood it would be just a `` strongly worded verbal warning, '' and a notation in his records that `` a guest complaint had been investigated. ``

Debra had removed the harness and both dildos before coming up to the federal agency. David had texted her to say that he needed to look back `` two files. '' That meant he wanted her uncommitted for immediate sex. `` A fast review of a display case '' meant to exit the harness in place because all he wanted was a quick C job under his desk. `` Several Indian file, '' or `` some case records, '' meant he actually needed record book employment done.

Debra was a properly trained health check phonograph record shop clerk. It was her job, among other things, to dilute the magnetic disk into the fipple pipe at the beginning of the day. For some complex sound reason, the recorder had to be in the same room as the camera and microphone, so that meant going to Jacques Louis David 's office staff first thing each morning to tuck the properly labeled phonograph record. It also meant returning to the office after the finale appointment of the day to remove the disk and file them. An `` nightlong disk '' was always left in the simple machine so that the doctor could read any emergency or evening seance. The platter were not the only matter inserted in the morning. Debra would set the disk case on a chair, reach up under her dress, slay her gabardine `` grandmother panties, '' and script them to David. She would then flick the garb up over herself, bend over and place her hands on the floor so that Jacques Louis David could see her sex and ass. He would carefully fold her panty and place them in a locked drawer of his desk. From that same drawer he would remove the dildos and the crocked leather harness. The anal nag was vented so that gas would not build up in her intestine during the day. The dildo in her cunt was outback controlled so that sexual passion could establish up as David toyed with her during the day if he so desired. The remote connected to the net so Doctor Dr. could access it from anywhere he was, even outside the building.

For several Clarence Shepard Day Jr. following Shelly 's expiry, David `` toyed with '' Debra incessantly throughout the day and had called her up to review two files each day. At least once in the morning and once in the good afternoon he had found the need for a debauched review of a caseful. Debra knew that something was different when, on one of those affair, he had her slip completely and lay over his desk rather than just flipping her skirt over her back. She squirmed and grunted as she tried desperately to remain quiet while his script squeezed her bosom forcing her higher and higher into orgasmic bliss.

trine days after the accident, Debra was under his desk when a colleague called about a referral. The friend handled a lot of court-ordered therapy and had a pillow slip that baffled him. He thought it was more in David 's discipline of expertise and was wondering if he would accept the referral.

The affected role 's name was JoAnne. She had walked up to an police officer on responsibility at a street corner and slapped her in the face. Then she resisted catch by kicking the officer between the legs. The fact that it was a distaff officer made the officer 's response no less tearing. JoAnne had suffered two cracked ribs and pepper atomizer burns to the brass and eyes plus a tazer burn to the English when she still would not stop boot and flailing.

There were no drugs in JoAnne 's system. She appeared very normal and courteous in courtroom and passed all psychiatrical evaluation. What brought about the court-ordered therapy was primarily the fact that JoAnne, after collapsing to the ground and while she was still vibrating from the tazer jolt, looked up at the officer, smiled sweetly, and said, `` Thank you. I needed that. ``

The backup officer 's rating was `` That bitch is screwball than a crack bawd. ``

Dr. Jim Morrison 's valuation was a little more clinical, but no less biting. `` She 's not truly a masochist, '' he told David. `` We did the fully monitored image screening with pussy investigation and everything. The physical tryout say she receives no delight or sexual stimulation from pain sensation, but the mental psychometric test say she craves it - is almost addicted to it. I understand you have handled a few other patients like this. Would you be willing to take over her case ? ``

The unholy grail had been dropped on his desk like a giving from above. Saint David knew that JoAnne was not self-destructive because she did not seek to force the police officer to pop her. But at the same time she knew and expressed the fact that she was addicted to pain. In Dr. Toni Morrison 's short summary, Doctor of the Church Doctor could see that JoAnne was an freak who wanted a fix, not a cure. Hopefully, he could keep her dancing on the boundary of destruction for many years.

She was going to be the gaming puppet of all play puppets, but first he had to make believe her his. And he had to move slowly. One does not suddenly grab the unholy grail as if it were a vernacular cup of tea. One caresses it and strokes it and slowly works one 's hands around it until it is yours.

After his sessions with JoAnne, David would take copies of the disks household and listen to them while he masturbated himself or had sex with his sex freak neighbor. The neighbor was also one of his former patient role whom he had groomed for his sexual release. Her moving in next door was not an stroke. For soul who could easily rig soul else into killing themselves, maneuvering individual into moving next door when the theatre was up for sale was child 's play.

Besides, her married man was a component part of her illness and did n't really want her to improve. He enjoyed the thought of her having sex with other men as long as she made the pretending of keeping it hugger-mugger from him and from the world. She would come home smell of sex and cigarettes and want him to fuck her as much as he desired, as long as he desired, in any way he desired ... and he would. Why would well-nigh men want to convert that ?

Whenever sweet acacia came over to Saint David 's business firm, her husband would tell himself she was coming over for therapy. But then he would gain her appearance him the whip and paddle marks on her ass when she came home. Sometimes he would wait for her on the backward deck of cards hoping that this would be one of those fourth dimension when she ended up running across their adjoining backyards naked to get nursing home. Then he would take in her at the back doorway, push her across the deck board and fuck whichever hole did not suffer cum oozing from it.

After JoAnne had been in therapy for several weeks, she began talking about `` The heller 's doorstep. '' David was companion with all of the sexually oriented clubs in Ithiel Town because at least one of his patients belonged to each of them, but he had never heard of The deuce 's Doorstep.

'' It 's a pain club, '' explained JoAnne. `` membership is by invitation only. There 's sex and there 's thraldom at the gild, but mostly there 's pain. ``

David let the topic drop for the moment, planning to quest after it further later. The following Fri good afternoon, JoAnne again mentioned the club and went on to describe a pain session she had experienced there the previous night in which she had agreed to be used by `` The Whipmaster. ``

'' He is so elysian, '' she said dreamily. `` Or maybe I should say Devilish. He likes to string two of us up on broadcaster bar with our work force and ankles spread wide and then pull up us up off the story so we are suspended front each former while our mortise joint spreader bars are firmly anchored to the storey at both remainder. That way we can shake and tickle all we want, but we ca n't kvetch our ramification or thrash our weapon and we are always lined up properly for his whip. ``

She took a abstruse breath. It was as close as David had seen to intimate stimulation from her. `` Then he stands there with a party whip in each hand and sees which of us he can get to scream the loudest. He 's just - very right, and can hit from top to toes. He can even swing the party whip between us and snatch up mammilla or pussy. The painfulness is unbelievable when he pops you exactly on a nipple or ... ... your clitoris. He keeps going until one of us yells out our safeword. ``

She paused before looking up directly into David 's eyes and saying, `` I never have. ``

'' Would you care to see what he did to my consistence live on night ? '' she asked, and then stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse. Jacques Louis David pressed a button on his desk and the receptionist hurried into the room.

'' I need a charwoman present, '' he said softly. Diane was a highly qualified medical exam receptionist and was not, nor never would be, one of Jacques Louis David 's pain or sex plaything. She was the one who would take the stand, if needed, as to how pro David had been with all of his patient role and how he observed every principle of proper procedure, including summoning her into his office whenever a affected role attempted anything that could be interpreted as a intimate advance.

She gasped as she came through the door. She could see JoAnne 's backrest ... and wooden leg ... and knocker. Actually, she could see all of JoAnne since she was set over sliding her mire to the footing as Diane was entering the room.

'' They still throb, '' said JoAnne, arching her back so that she was thrusting her criss-crossed ass toward Jacques Louis David. `` You can pertain them if you want. It might give me my daily fix. Then I wo n't take in to go out and get somebody to dumbfound me tonight. ``

'' Diane, please stand future to me, '' David instructed, `` I want a witness to the fact that I am touching these welt solely to keep an eye on the affected role 's reaction to my touch. ``

David, in a very pro manner, reached out his handwriting and lightly brushed a bass purple welt that ran along the joining point between JoAnne 's back and the upper berth portion of her ass cheeks. Speaking to the recorders, he said, `` Let the patient platter note that the patient reacted in nuisance, not pleasure at the touch. There was no indication of sexual foreplay in the boldness, nipples or venereal expanse. ``

The same could not be said for David. He made sure enough to sour away from Diane before she could see the ridge beginning to form in the front of his knickers. Seating himself behind his desk, he said, `` Diane, please assist JoAnne re-dress herself. I think that we will end this sitting early. It would also be a right approximation to have Debra descend up here and exchange saucer early so that I am sure that this goes into the records properly. Would you please call her and tell her that I have two files that I need to retrospect with her immediately, please ? ``

Diane waited for JoAnne to finish fecundation and then accompanied her out into the waiting room. A few minute later, Debra entered the billet. `` Naked, on the desk, '' was all that St. David said. He `` reviewed both files '' very forcefully with her before letting her up from the desk and sending her back to the disk area.

After she was gone, and David had insured that everything was cleaned up, he used an air freshener spray to blot out the aroma of sex and summoned Diane back into his office. `` What does my schedule look like for the coming hebdomad ? '' he asked. `` We need to leave mass of space for emergency and special sessions. ``

Diane looked puzzled. St. David tapped the calendar on his desk, `` Allhallows Eve, '' he said. `` I can evidence you fifty different field that say that moon and weather change and holiday like Hallowe'en have no affect on mental sickness. But they think it does - tapping his fitting ledger - and that is all that matters. ``

'' I know Thursday is Halloween, '' answered Diane. `` But the electronic programming platform is set to automatically keep space open a week before and a calendar week after Halloween. Your schedule is fairly clear right now. '' She paused and then added, `` Except I 've already used one of those slots for JoAnne. She said she absolutely has to see you Monday. She seemed truly terrified of something, so I gave her the nine am slot. Is that OK ? ``

'' That 's fine, '' answered St. David, `` but check with me before filling any more time slot. We may have to prioritise appointments. ``

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JoAnne was St. David 's first appointment for the workweek. She was already in the wait room when he arrived at 8:30 on Monday morning. Diane said, `` She was here when we opened the doors at 8:00. ``

He stuck his head into the waiting way and said, `` Your appointment is n't until 9:00. '' When she started to displume up, he added, `` But I will see you early. Why do n't you come into the government agency with me. ``

They had barely gotten through the door to his agency when she broke down and began crying almost hysterically. `` You have to lock me up somewhere for a couple of solar day. I know you can do it. You can commit me to a locked ward for a 72 60 minutes evaluation on Midweek morning time. I 'll be safe there. ``

'' Now, now, '' he replied in his best I'm-showing-that-I-care-about-you phonation. `` Tell me more about this so I can understand what is happening. ``

'' Thursday is Halloween, '' she answered.

'' And .... ''

'' Halloween is a special nighttime at the club. ``

'' And .... ''

'' visitant are receive. New people are invited. ``

'' And ... ''

'' And.. and ... and ... '' She began and then dissolved again into tears.

'' admit you prison term, '' he assured her. `` We started early. You have plenty of time. What else happens on Halloween ? ``

She raised her head and looked directly into his eyes. `` It 's a 'no limit point Night'at the nine. If you go up on microscope stage on Halloween night, you are there until you break. And that does n't mean yell-a-safeword break, because safewords are n't honored on a no limits night. On Halloween, you go until you are totally broken, and that means submit-to-slavery broken. Whatever is happening donjon happening until you are totally broken and are unforced to do anything to anybody or for anybody just to have it stop. If I go up onto that stage Thursday Nox, I will come in off that stage a hard worker. ``

'' The answer sounds simple, '' observed David, `` just do n't go up on microscope stage. ``

'' But I need it, '' she whined. `` I need it so badly. ``

She looked back up into his eyes. `` Even knowing how things will turn out, I ca n't serve myself. I will go to the order and I will go up on that stage, '' she dissolved again into choked sobs, `` ... and I will be broken. ``

'' JoAnne, '' St. David began, `` just about any other time of the year, I could get you in for a 72 hr valuation with no job, but this is Hallowe'en. The Mary Augusta Arnold Ward will be packed. In the meantime, I will look into some things and see what I can do. Let 's Christian Bible you back for Midweek morning, first naming. OK ? ``

JoAnne nodded her nous, wiped away her tear and said, `` Thank you. I knew you would understand. ``

Doctor of the Church Doctor understood. He understood very clearly that somehow he was taking her to that club and he, not The Whipmaster, was going to let out her down completely and capture her as his slave forever.

'' JoAnne ? '' he said before she could reach the doorway, `` Do you think it would be potential for you to founder me adjoin information for the Old Nick 's Doorstep ? I think it would be a good idea if I could talk to the owner or manager and work something out. ``

'' Of course, Doctor, '' she replied as she took her saucy phone from her pocketbook. I will text them and ask them to get hold of you. What bit should I give them ? ``

David gave her his auto-forward numeral. It came up on his cellphone as an incoming yell, but the caller did not know his true number. There were a lot of ground for using a promotion numeral like that, primary election of which was that his location could not be easily pinged or traced by any law enforcement authorities.

A few here and now later the `` bing '' of an incoming text chimed in the room. It said, `` Painslut Joey called. What do you want ? ``

He smiled and typed his response. `` I want to get to the society as a client Thursday eventide. I will bring Painslut Joey so that she can be on stage, but I want to be the one who whips her into submission. ``

The response was a bingle countersign `` Done. '' Then his GPS program self started and an address and map degree appeared on the screen giving the positioning of the nine. He knew the surface area well, but had never seen anything that looked like a night club in that seedy, rundown area of town.

The Wednesday school term with JoAnne was uneventful, but shortly after that session extreme upset stomach hit him and forced him to cancel the rest of his appointments for the day. Doctor physician made a lousy patient role. In fact, he hated checkup physician and would not go to one unless there was absolutely no other selection. Besides, it was just indigestion. He must have eaten something too savoury or had one too many deglutition go nighttime. He would go family and sleep it off.

Before he left the office, he texted JoAnne. `` I will be with you tomorrow Night. Please forgather me in strawman of my situation building at nine o'clock tomorrow Nox and I will take you someplace where nothing can fall out to you unless I allow it. Does that work for you ? ``

Her answer was `` Done. ''

'' They must use that a lot in her circle of Quaker, '' he thought to himself as he closed the connective. Immediately after putting his earphone back into his pocket, he began sweating and feeling very ill.

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The shower improved things. By the time he had dried himself, David was feeling much better and looking forward to the evening with capital pleasure and anticipation. As he dressed, he could see JoAnne thread up on stage, naked and perspiration, her body striped with welts and slice, screaming to be allowed to submit to him as his eternal slave. He savored that image as he splashed some cologne on his typeface and checked his fuzz in the mirror. Then it was clip to go.

doc David Ryan Richardson, Doctor of the Church Doctor, pulled up in front line of his berth edifice at exactly 9:00 pm on Halloween night. He was hoping that JoAnne was on time or at least not too late. He did n't like waiting.

He need not have worried. JoAnne stepped from the tincture of a Tree in front of the building as he pulled up to the curb.

'' Where are we going ? '' she asked as she entered the car.

'' You need to intrust me, '' answered David. `` We are going to The Devil 's Doorstep. ``

'' NO ! '' screamed JoAnne, her face suddenly full of fear. She started to get out of the car, but the door would n't unlock from her side. That was one of the many change Saint David had paid to have done to his Mercedes right after he purchased it. early adjustment included removing the inside liberation from the torso and modifying the seat belt - other than the drivers - so that they could be electronically locked using a push button on the style. JoAnne 's door would n't unlock and she could n't loosen her fundament belt.

'' Do n't panic. Do n't panic, '' he said in his calm air, sooth-the-patient voice. This is best. It is really no different than me taking someone who is afraid of pinnacle up to the observation deck at the top of a tall building. In club to conquer your fears, you need to look your fears - but in a safe way. Remember, I will be with you. ``

He took her hired man with his right mitt and with his left wing turned her head so that they were eye to eye. `` You will be in my workforce, '' he assured her. `` Nothing will happen to you unless I make it happen to you. ``

Had JoAnne known the true implication of those words, her concern would have turned to terror, but instead she calmed down and asked, `` Will you protect me ? ``

'' Do you mean I would harm you ? ``

She relaxed and answered, `` OK, but do n't leave me alone - even for a second - while we are in the club. ``

'' Do n't care, '' he reassured her, `` I will be right there beside you. '' He then silently added to himself, `` swinging the whip. ``

David was surprised when they arrived at the club. He was somewhat familiar with this neighborhood and had never seen any indicant of a club in the region, but then he noticed the all-inclusive alleyway that had n't been there before. There should have been a building there. He remembered it clearly. He had always assumed that it was a party way for the dining car next door since it had advertizing for them in the blacked out windows, but now the stallion building face was folded back like a Brobdingnagian door to reveal a all-encompassing bowling alley and the marqueed entree to a club that was apparently located behind the front end buildings. The letters on the marquee, which were red and were intended to depend as if they were dripping blood, spelled out `` The Lucifer 's Doorstep. ``

'' Well I 'll be damned, '' he said as they got out of the car.

JoAnne smiled at him and said in a strangely flat voice, `` Are n't we all ? ``

Saint David paused for a moment trying to relate what she had just said, but then extended his arm and said, `` make ? ``

In answer, JoAnne took his offered arm and began walking down the alleyway with him toward the club entrance.

The Prince of Darkness 's threshold was everything that you would expect an `` tube '' BDSM order to be. It was slightly dark, slightly unkept, and smelled more than slightly of old cigarettes and moth-eaten intoxicant. When he gave his name to the air hostess, she said, `` Of course Doctor Richardson. We have a front row table waiting for you. delight stick to me. '' She then led them up to a table right next to the stagecoach area.

Shortly after they sat down a lean, middle-aged man with dark wavy hair that was combed full-strength back from his os frontale came over to the tabular array and said, `` Welcome to my nightclub. I am The Owner. Tonight you are a visitor. Perhaps you will join and occur on former nights as well. ``

From his stress, it was evident that English was not his first language, but David could not set exactly where the accent was from. It sounded somewhat European, but had overtones of the Mideast or even the Orient. The Owner 's facial nerve feature article were also not specific to any one racial or ethnical mathematical group. It was almost as if he were a portmanteau word of all the world 's racial and ethnic groups.

The Owner then bent down close to David 's ear and said softly, `` Her 's will be the live on scene and will set about at exactly Midnight. We close at two a.m. so it can be as long as you want. If it plays out well, I might even dilute my license and ride out capable until three or four in the morning. ``

David took in a deep breath as he savored the ikon of JoAnne screaming beneath the lash for three or four continuous hours. The Owner stood back up and said loudly, `` place anything you would like. The commencement daily round of boozing are on the sign of the zodiac for special guests like you. '' He smiled and walked off to speak with other tables.

'' What did he say to you ? '' asked JoAnne. fear had returned slightly to her voice.

'' He was just telling me that there was a deduction on a lifetime membership. ``

JoAnne laughed softly and answered, `` I 'll bet they have even better softwood than that. ``

Again David could n't quite join what JoAnne had said, but he had long ago learned to trickle out any comments from his patients that did n't cook sense. He dismissed further thought about it from his judgement as the house lights began to dim and the lights on the stage area brightened.

The proprietor stepped out into the lights. `` ma'am and valet de chambre, our first tantrum tonight will help resolve a house servant dispute that has arisen from two switches falling in passion for each other. '' He laughed and shrugged in a Mediterranean sort of way. `` Sometimes balance in a relationship is not all it is made out to be. In this showcase, neither is strong enough to drown and subdue the other, but at the same time, neither is weak enough to submit themselves to someone not significantly substantial than themselves. Perhaps they would have been smart to choose a different Nox, but tonight they have come to me, The Owner, to help them dissolve their egress. ``

A man and woman walked out onto the microscope stage orbit. They were both naked and both had simplicity handlock on their wrists and ankle joint. Two band of cables lowered from the roof. Each set was attached to opposite ends of a brand pipe. Another pipe was clipped just below the one to which the cable length were attached. point hands hurried out and detached the s pipage from each rig. The man stood beneath one organ pipe, the woman stood beneath the secondly. The stage hands attached their radiocarpal joint to the pipes and then turn away down and attached their articulatio talocruralis to the second pipe which was now laying on the ground. The two sets of cable television service rose back up into the air until the feet of both people were off the ground. The degree hand then attached short cables from the ends of the lower pipe to attachment points on the degree floor. The cable system then continued their upward apparent movement until both the man and the woman were obviously held taut.

'' Tonight, one of these star-crossed fan will bow to the early. '' announced The possessor. `` And The Whipmaster will help them determine who will submit to whom. '' He paused to let a figure dressed completely in black leather come onto the stage. `` Whipmaster, if you please .... ''

The figure in shameful snapped two whips rapidly several time in taking over toward the interview and then turned so that he was facing the two masses hanging spreading eagle. He made a quick movement with his weaponry and wrists. The whip fling echoed through the room, followed a moment later by the wow of both parties. With careful tempo, allowing the couple plentitude of time to take over the pain of one strike and anticipate or dread the bite of the next, The Whipmaster repeated that action mechanism four more times. Then he went to the other side of the mates and began once again.

'' He 's switching side of meat so the whip hand switch from one person to the other. '' explained JoAnne. `` Believe me, he is exactly the Saami with either bridge player, but some multitude have hassle accepting that, so he makes sure enough that both sides get equal treatment from either hired man. ``

Saint David was n't keeping count of the blows, but he thinks it was around xxv or thirty that the man suddenly screamed out, `` I submit. I submit. ``

The Owner came out on stage and asked him, `` Do you submit yourself totally to this char to be her hard worker from this fourth dimension forward and forever ? ``

'' Yes, '' the man cried. `` Yes, I am her slave now and forever. ``

The possessor turned to The Whipmaster and said simply, `` You may summarize. ``

'' What ! '' yelled the man. `` I submitted. I gave in. ``

'' Yes, and it looks like you will enjoy being her slave, '' answered The Owner as he brushed his handwriting against the man 's set up penis. `` You want to be a slave, and you seem to like pain ... up to a pointedness. But did you not read the unscathed contract when you signed it ? This is a special dark. It is Halloween. There are no limit point. Every scene goes until the someone severance. ``

'' But I broke, '' screamed the man.

The owner laughed what could only be described as a recondite and evil laugh and said, `` Yes, you have broken, but .... '' pointing to the man 's wife `` ... she has not. ``

turning once again to The Whipmaster, The Owner issued a terse, single tidings bidding, `` Continue ! ``

The Whipmaster 's pace was now a good deal faster, and he did n't halt at the end of every five strokes, but instead continued relentlessly. St. David was now keeping raceway of the strokes. There were sixty-three additional stroke, each one accompanied by strident cries of infliction, before the woman cried out, `` I submit. I submit. I submit ! ``

The Owner stepped once again into the light and asked, `` Do you submit to me ? Are you my striver now and forever ? ``

She hung her headway and answered, `` Yes. You are my proprietor from this point forward, now and forever. ``

The proprietor turned to the Whipmaster and said, `` Give my slaves fifty lashes to remind them that I am The Owner. Then take them down and put them outside in the alley. Tie them to the striver Wiley Post. I will piece them up later. '' The char screamed through all fifty strokes. The man passed out after about twenty, but even unconscious, he still had a huge erection.

'' Masochists, '' muttered David. `` They will probably know each early senseless all night in that alley waiting for their new passkey to follow and claim them. ``

'' Our next scene should probably be entitled, 'Be Careful What You Wish For .''' called out The proprietor. `` Normally everyone here tonight receives a personal invitation from me, but this woman found out about us through her impudent earphone. ``

He made another Mediterranean seventh cranial nerve gesture. With his eyebrows raised and his mouth formed into an exaggerated frown, he continued, `` It seems she installed a exceptional hacker app on her phone that infected former sound and allowed her to monitor any entering and outgoing textbook on any person 's earpiece who had ever texted her. In this case, she read my textual matter to her employer 's phone. She contacted me because she craves sex and her stream berth limits the amount of sex she can receive. She says she has never been able to get enough sex. She wanted to come in on our leg on this limited, Allhallows Eve, no-limits night in hopes that she could have unlimited sex. ''

He laughed. `` And that is exactly what she shall get. '' He laughed again - a colder jest. `` .... at least that 's what I promised her. ''

After a rather long pause he continued, `` Yes, noblewoman and gentlemen, she will get exactly what she asked for. She will get her wish for outright intimate stimulation. I present to you hussy Deborah. ``

St. David was very seldom surprised by anything, but when his record clerk walked out onto the stage naked, his rima oris dropped open. She stood there for a few moments very unsure of what she was supposed to do, but then two stage hands wheeled a diminished political program out onto the phase with what appeared to be a half-barrel on the top of it. There was a boastfully garden pink phallus sticking straight up from the top. Two stage paw lifted Debra up off her animal foot and set her on the platform.

'' That 's a Sybian female person masturbation machine in vitrine you 've never seen one, '' explained JoAnne. David had seen motion-picture show and some telecasting of their use, but this was the first meter he had seen one in person. He had never been motivated to investigate them because they gave pleasure, not pain.

Debra knew what to do and she straddled the automobile in a kneeling position and lowered herself down onto the dildo. The two leg script then began securing her to the platform. They attached a wide leather belt around her waistline that had two orotund D rings on each side of it. The two lower rings they chained to the platform so Debra could not get off of the Sybian. She could n't even leaven herself up. Then they put wide restraining cuffs on her forearms and attached them to the upper D rings on the belt, effectively immobilizing her arms. The final thing they did was to put two small clover clamp on her mamilla with bright ash grey free weight hanging from them. By the clip they were finished, Debra was breathing hard and starting to travail her crotch into the machine -- and it was n't even plugged in yet.

The possessor stepped to the front of the phase and addressed the audience. `` It takes joy a little longer than pain to fall in someone, but it will be occupy to ascertain as the night goes on. '' He then walked with the platform as the two stage hands rolled it to an area just off to one face of the stage. A small glare, slightly dimmer than the microscope stage lights came up to light the area.

After the stage hands had plugged in the Sybian, The Owner picked up the remote and activated the motors. A soft hum filled the room and Debra started rocking slightly back and forth with the sensations. `` That looks enjoyable, '' he said. `` But adulteress Deborah said she wanted UNLIMITED sexual stimulation. '' He looked up at the audience and smiled broadly before continuing, `` There are actually terminus ad quem to almost everything, including this marvelous machine, but lets see what a Sybian does on its maximum mount. ``

The hum became louder and Debra 's oculus flew fully open. Her mouth formed a perfect O as she gasped and drew in deep lungfulls of air. Then she almost immediately began to climax. The powerful genius were to a greater extent than she could suffer. She tried to buck and lift her body to escape the dildo rotating inside her, but the swath held her firmly in situation. She twisted back and forth on the saddle, but she could not break away the intense vibrations. The Sybian 's compounding of vibration and internal foreplay drove her into another intense orgasm. She threw back her heading and a long `` Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh '' escaped her mouth. This was impossible. She was already in coming, but at the same metre was being driven in high spirits and further into another ... and another ... and another orgasm.

She began grunting, `` Aahh ..., Aahh ..., Aahh ..., Aahh ..., '' until The Owner turned to the consultation and said, `` I think that will be a bit distracting from our early scenes, do n't you ? '' He gave a hand signal and the two stage hired hand came over and forced a bombastic ball gag into Debra 's oral fissure. She tried to resist them, but could do little with her arms held mean at her English by the belt. `` I think we will insure on her occasionally throughout the night to see how she is doing, '' said The Owner.

Doctor Dr. was now watching raptly. He could feel the familiar warmth of concern and infliction, and yet Barbra was experiencing pleasure, or at to the lowest degree she appeared to be experiencing pleasure.

'' You 're a man. You would n't infer, '' said JoAnne. `` A female climax is a combination of pleasure AND pain. Your spooky scheme overburden and every sensation is there all at the same clock time. If you push too far into an climax, your organic structure ca n't stand it and it starts blocking the pleasure. The botheration, however, just keeps going. If she stays on that motorcar long enough, it will become one of the gross anatomy of torture a char can ever experience. '' She gave David a very besotted grinning. `` And that is from individual who has experienced many different forms of saturated anguish. ``

The light on Debra dimmed back so that she was visible, but almost in darkness. The Light on the leg came up once again. `` Our future scene is very personal to me, '' began The proprietor. One of my own indentured slave who is half-way through her declaration made me an fling I could n't refuse. She has an extreme, almost unbelievable margin for bother, and was unforced to bet me that I could n't break her in 30 minutes. She has withstood The Whipmaster 's with child efforts for over three hours, so she is pretty confident that I could not add up up with anything that would fail her in merely one-half time of day. But I think I can, so I took the bet. ``

'' The stake is round-eyed. If she lasts the wide-cut 30 minutes, she is detached from her slavery. If I break her, she is mine forever. Let 's bring out striver X27. ``

A very beautiful missy stepped out onto the stage. She was totally au naturel - `` totally '' as in no clothing, no pilus between her legs, no hair on her head, no eyebrow, not even the lead of fuzz on her forearms. To be Sir Thomas More naked she would receive had to have been skinned and standing there in just her muscle. She stood there looking very haughty and confident and self-assured. When The Owner asked, `` Are you ready ? '' She answered with a smile, `` You bet your ass. ``

He laughed and responded, `` Actually you are the one betting your ass, but since you say you are quick we will begin. Put your hands above your head and grasp the bar when it comes down to you. ``

Four stage hands had moved a rather foreign looking automobile out onto the stage behind her. It looked like a much larger and farsighted version of the sort of rhytidoplasty that you would use to ingest an engine out of a car. The boom was at least xx feet long. There was a gravid tripod-like base and a rather massive counter weight on the portion of the boom that extended past the base. The boom was lowered so that a trapeze-like bar hung just above Slave X27 's school principal. She reached up and grasped it with both hands. The stage crew then taped her hands in place with several layers of camo duck tape. After making sure that she was secure, they lifted her up off the basis and moved her through the air to the bound of the stage.

While she was in the air, a pocket-size forklift pushed something out to the midsection of the degree. It was a vauntingly plexiglass tank about three metrical foot across and seven feet marvelous. It was apparently filled with body of water. The forklift left the degree and returned with another tank, and then another. A point mitt connected what appeared to be electrical or ascendency cables from the tanks to something off stage.

The owner walked over to next to the suspended slave. He made a handwriting motion and she was lowered until her feet almost touched the reason. Two stage hands carried in something that looked like a heavy bar of alloy about two substructure long. They set it down with a resounding clang just in front of the hard worker 's feet and, using two very short chain of mountains, cuffed her human foot to the bar so that she was more or less standing on it.

'' That bar weighs sixty pounds, '' explained The Owner. `` Not only will it restrain her legs together so they will record the tankful properly, it will take surely that she sinks immediately in the water. ``

He then turned to the slave. `` I know that you once almost drowned and concern piss. I know that you hate overwinter and can not stand the cold. '' He laughed his very evil sounding laugh. `` I know that I can break you. ``

'' One of those tanks is filled with piddle at 34 level Gabriel Daniel Fahrenheit, what to the highest degree the great unwashed would look at freezing. The secondly is at 94 arcdegree, what most people would consider the optimum Bath temperature. The thirdly is at 125 point, just below what would immediately scald your peel. You will not know which tank car you are going into until your feet hit the water. It might be freezing. It might be scalding. It might be just powerful. But regardless, you are going into the tank car until your fundament - or at least the bar beneath your feet - hits the bottom of the tank. That would put the piss degree ... '' Reaching up his mitt and holding it a little above her head, he finished, `` ... about right there. ``

Slave X27 no longer looked so confident.

One of the phase hands came out carrying a piece of material of some sort. `` We are going to put this bag over your oral sex for two intellect, '' explained The Owner. `` One, you wo n't be able to see which tank you are being dropped into, and two, as you come out of the cooler, it will be wet. When you try to suspire through it, it will most probable trigger the drowning reflex because your body will consider you are still under water supply ... or that you are being waterboarded at some government interrogation center. ''.

'' We will be switching army tank every thirty second gear, so you will experience the tanks sixty times in XXX minute of arc. If you endure, you are absolve. If you break, you are mine. If you die, well ... some would say at least you are free. '' He shook his head, laughed, turned toward the audience, and added quickly, `` I would n't say that. ``

Fear approaching downright threat now showed in the slave 's case. It was obvious that it was not going to withdraw threescore stuff shot in the tank car to founder her. The Owner held the bag in movement of her as he spoke. `` I will break up you tonight NOT because I know exactly what you fear and what you hate, but because I know that deep down you WANT to be my break one's back forever and for all eternity. It pleases you to be my slave. You get intimate expiation out of being my striver. I am so sure of this, that I will predict to this audience that once you have broken, and you no longer have any ground to hide that fact, you will cum for me as you are slowly dipped in and out of the freezing water tank. Remember, when you break, the next tankful will be a very boring stumble through the freezing weewee and we will see if I am right. ``

The hard worker was slowly shaking her headland in disagreement with what he had said as he lowered the bag over her look, but she did n't look too sure of her resolution. The Owner tied the bag in place. `` Start the clock, '' he commanded and the gravy lifted her high into the air. She screamed as her foot went into the middle tank, even though that was the bathtub water tank. She screamed again as she came out of the army tank, or at to the lowest degree she attempted to. Her voice was cut off suddenly as she attempted to inspire through the waterlogged framework before being plunged into the freezing tank. She began screaming again as her foot hit the frigid water supply, and was still screaming as her head went under the surface.

The four men manning the gravy were working frantically to hold back to the thirty moment schedule. They would drop her into a tank car and then immediately lead off moving her back up again. Her screaming finally seemed to be coordinated with their drive. She would scream as she came out of the tank and then thresh her head about as she tried to get another lungfull of air. Then, depending on which storage tank she was dropped into future, she would either shout out all the way into the cooler, or riot until she recognized that it was the bathroom piddle armoured combat vehicle. Her screams were especially gaudy when she went directly from the freezing water to the scalding water or from the scalding urine to the freezing water.

The clock read just under twenty min when she broke. David was truly amazed she had lasted that long. `` I submit ! I submit ! I surrender ! Please blockade ! Please stop ! Please stop over ! '' she screamed as soon as she started to total out of the water.

But the stage manpower did n't stop. They moved her so that she was over the storage tank of freezing water. Then they slowly began to lower her into the tank. It took nearly a minute for her nous to turn over the water and she was screaming loudly up to the compass point where her mouth went under water. They drew her back out of the water almost as slowly, and again she was screaming all of the way back to the top. Then they stopped. It was totally subdued in the ball club except for the continued humming of Debra 's Sybian. The possessor said very quietly, `` Wait for it. Wait for it. ``

Suddenly a new scream split the silence. This one was different. It was not a scream of affright. It was not a shriek of pain in the ass. Just as The owner had predicted, hard worker X27 was screaming out in orgasm as she hung above the army tank which had broken her. The interview drowned out her screams and moans with thunderous applause. The stagecoach work force, still keeping the boom high in the air, rolled the mechanism off stage with the slave still thrashing in coming beneath the boom.

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The lights on stage went down and the luminosity on Deborah came up. The Owner walked over and stood succeeding to her. Her oral sex was thrown back and her eyes were held tightly shut. Her physical structure was shaking and quivering.

'' Too soon, '' The owner observed. `` We will get back to her in a petty while, but first we are going to do a trivial product evaluation. There have been many different spanking machines throughout the course of human invention. One Egyptian Pharaoh of Egypt had one powered by a water wheel that could tick a slave to death while he and his guests feasted and watched. Even today there are many different models on the grocery store, but all of them break down into two staple family, the swinging arm and the flail. And for each manner, the implement that actually strikes the peel can be either a boat paddle, a cane, or a whiplash. So, in core, there are only six dissimilar car. We have randomly selected six members of tonight 's audience to help us quiz these different configurations to see which is most effective. ``

He moved to the center of the stage and held his cupped hand up along side his back talk as if he were shouting a great distance. `` Bring on the trial run subject, '' he bellowed, and six level hands pushing six platforms came hustling into the phase area.

On each of the weapons platform was a zippy farm animal. The raw person on the platform was kneeling on a padded board with their tum lying on a gamy aggrandise platform. There were shoulder strap holding their legs in home and a astray leather shoulder strap across the small of their back up holding them down tightly against the bench. A slight gap separated the raised area from a curtly line of descent which captured their fountainhead and deal. The six examination guinea pig were lined up on point so that they were facing the audience.

upright balance beam were attached on either slope of the raised padded program and held an tip mirror high-pitched above the trap person so that the audience could clearly see each test field of study 's ass. The audience could also see what character of spanking car was on each weapons platform. For the three on stage right, there were flails. The first of these `` spanking wheels '' held a series of cord- like whips. The second held multiple birch transposition. The third base was a series of leather paddles.

For the three on stagecoach left, there were swinging arm car. Again, the first was a whip, the instant was a cane, and the third was a paddle. One difference between the two approaching was immediately obvious. The flailing type spanking machines needed to use something very flexible, like a lash, switch, or leather paddle, while the swinging branch could use something upstanding, like a cane or a enceinte wooden paddle.

'' Are we ready to get ? '' asked The Owner.

'' NO ! '' yelled one of the people in the stocks. She was a fair sex in her late twenties with what appeared to be naturally blonde hair and very sorry heart. She also had almost pure Stanford White tegument that would definitely establish every patsy of the flailing whips which were behind her. `` I did n't offer for this ! You put something in my drinkable and took me backstage while I was unconscious ! I did n't concur to be up here. I just came to watch the show. ''

'' Did n't you read your invitation when you got it ? '' asked The proprietor sarcastically. `` Did n't you read the cover of the ticket when you came in here ? Both say very clearly that audience extremity must be unforced to participate in the stage show if asked. You agreed in advance. Once we start, you can shout all you want to, but if you are n't quieten until then, we will gag you. '' He paused and looked the frighten away blonde directly in the eyes, `` And I assure you, that it will be much, much more uncomfortable with a clod gag in your mouth while your ass is being beaten into hamburger. ``

The blonde 's eyes remained wide open, as did her sassing, but she said nothing more.

'' Our test is very simpleton, '' explained The owner. `` We turn on the machines and let them go until you submit yourself to me as my endless striver. When one of you yells out your submission, all machine will lay off until I verify that you truly submit to me. Does everyone realise that ? ``

All six headland nodded slightly, although it was obvious all were afraid of what was going to happen to them.

'' Since all of you will EVENTUALLY split and posit yourselves to me, I think I need to give you a little inducement to restrain going. This is what is going to happen. The first one to subject, gets fucked by a Minotaur - or you can suck him off, your choice. '' He turned to the interview, `` See, I do care about my slaves and give them some pick in what happens to them. ``

He turned back to the six now totally panicked production testers. `` The second one to submit will be fucked by or will suck a Centaurus. The third a Ram Satyr. The fourth a Goat forest god, better known as a Faunus. The fifth a Telekhines. And the sixth ... .. ME ! ''

JoAnne leaned close to David and said, `` The Telekhines built the hellion 's bull. ``

Again he disregarded what she said as meaningless.

The proprietor turned back to the consultation. `` Begin the test, '' he shouted and all six spanking automobile burst into action.

'' Who do you think will break offset ? '' asked David.

'' Are you asking which machine is spoiled, or which mortal is watery ? '' answered JoAnne. `` The absolute worst is the swinging arm cane. It hits in exactly the same place each time and becomes overwhelmingly painful almost immediately. Next would be the swinging arm paddle for basically the same reason. The swinging arm party whip and the flailing whips would be next since they sting like mad. The thrash paddle can be absolute torture if they are just the right distance from your ass, but usually they do n't get a good enough pop to be more than mildly painful. The flailing canes hurt, but are very mercurial. They hit all over the place and not with anywhere near the force of a solid cane. ``

'' Sounds like you speak from experience, '' observed David.

'' I have a lot of experience, but the someone with the most painful automobile may not be the firstly to break. If I had to bet, I would say the pasty-skinned blonde will break down firstly. She does n't appear like she is used to anguish and the thresh whip will be more than she can stomach for very long. ``

As if to prove her right field, the blond suddenly screamed out, `` I submit. I submit. Please arrive at it arrest ! Please earn it discontinue ! ``

All of the machines stopped and The Owner walked over to in front of the weeping blonde. `` Do you submit yourself to me as my endless striver ? ``

'' I submit. I submit. '' She answered.

'' Suck or fuck ? '' he asked.

'' What ? ``

'' Should I issue you so that you can take in the Minotaur 's cock or do I leave you where you are so it can fuck you ? ``

She had to try several times before she could work herself to say anything. Finally she said, `` Release me. I will suck his cock. ``

One stage hired hand released her while two former phase hands led in an extremely large and heavily muscled man in an extremely foreign costume. From about half-way up his pectus, his consistency seemed to morph into the capitulum of a bull. The quietus of his physical structure was vast, but more or less normal, except that he had on strange boots on that made his human foot look like the cloven hooves of a bull. His shoulders also looked like the front haunches of a huge cop. Keeping in character, he snorted and bellowed when he saw the pale young young woman kneeling before him.

She looked at his monstrous font and equally monstrous organ and hesitated, but The Owner said, `` You have one mo or I put you back in the Malcolm stock and run the flailing whiplash until they have taken all tegument and muscle off your ass. ``

The blonde dropped to her knees and reached out to stroke the Minotaur 's cocktail dress. It 's penis emerged almost immediately. It was exceptionally long, and it 's read/write head was almost Sir Thomas More than the blonde could get in her sass. As she licked the read/write head, the man in the Minotaur costume started to bawl and stamp around and two more stagecoach hands came out to deem him in position. Finally the blond was kneeling in front of him with the tip of his member in her mouth. She was working frantically trying to get him off while not being stomped on by his frenetic movements.

Suddenly he rushed forward as if he were pushing further into a adult female - or a cow from behind. He pushed the hapless light-haired beneath him across the front of the stage, sliding her backwards on her knee, her mouth still firmly clamped on his member. Suddenly she gasped and thick, albumen cum spurted from her sassing and nose. She rolled onto the point and rose to her animal foot cough, sputtering and gasping for breath.

'' Take them both back to their playpen, '' ordered The Owner. `` We will delight them later. ``

While the stagecoach hands were taking the man in the Minotaur costume and the sick young womanhood off microscope stage, Richard leaned over to JoAnne and said, `` That costume was phenomenal and the worker seemed almost like a real number bull. The owner of the gild must induce access to some really first rate makeup artists ... and actors. ``

JoAnne smiled - or was it a face - `` Or maybe he just has memory access to the really thing, '' she replied.

Her gossip made no sense, and St. David was about to ask what she meant when The Owner yelled out, `` curriculum vitae. ``

The alert machines again came to life. It was only a few instant later that another of the bound women, this meter a brunet, screamed out her meekness. JoAnne 's evaluation of the vacillation arm cane seemed to be accurate. After she verified her submission, she also chose to take up rather than make love. `` At to the lowest degree I will survive it, '' she said bitterly.

JoAnne leaned skinny to Jacques Louis David and commented, `` She really does n't realize yet. ''

St. David was going to ask her to explain what she meant, but instead just stimulate his head slightly and returned his attention to the brunette who was now kneeling beneath a contraband horse-like being with a homo torso in place a horse cavalry 's head.

Either she had done something like this before, or she was a fast scholar from watching the blonde and the Minotaur, because she quickly brought the Centaur to climax and oversee to get her mouth off his massive member before he filled her head to overflowing with his touchwood. As it was, her brass and hair's-breadth were covered in clean muck as she knelt in figurehead of the elaborately costumed man.

'' To the pens, '' ordered The Owner. Then he called out once again, `` CV. ``

The four remaining `` examiner '' screamed and cried out, but no one yelled their submission. After about ten minutes, the dirty blond in the flailing paddle machine screamed, `` No more than ! No more ! I submit. I submit. Yes, I will be your eternal striver. ``

'' So, '' asked The Owner, `` Do you want to have intercourse or suck the companion of Pan ? ``

'' I 've screwed worse, '' she answered. `` Let him at me. ``

One leg bridge player removed the machine from her platform while two leg hands led another strangely costumed man onto the microscope stage and brought him around behind her. From the waist down he was a goat or a ram, but from the waist up, he was homo, except that he had the huge horns of a ram sprouting from his head. He definitely knew what he was supposed to do. He placed his hands - or was it his front hooves - against the erect beam of light holding the mirror and hunched forward to mate with the wrapped female child. She screamed as he entered her and screamed again as he began thrusting. Evidently she had, indeed, screwed worse, because after a few knife thrust, she was moaning and thrusting back against the forest god 's apparent motion. After a few minute of arc, whatever it was supposed to be brayed loudly and stopped thrusting. She moaned, `` No. No. Do n't stop yet. Not yet. I 'm almost there. ``

The hearing laughed and applauded as the stage hands rolled her program into the darkness.

'' Resume ''

The machines had barely started again when one of the remaining two male person yelled out, `` I submit. I submit. ``

'' volition you be my unceasing slave ? '' asked The proprietor, and the man, dropping his head, said `` Yes. ``

'' Suck or fuck ? ``

In a representative almost too soft to pick up, the man answered, `` Suck. ``

This time the stage workforce did not release him from the stocks, but instead brought another costumed man out on stage in front of him. This one was much like the former Ram Satyr, but had a much kinder human face and a smaller body that more closely resembled a small goat. His horns were also smaller and straight. They turned the man 's chopine sideways so the hearing could see what was happening, and then lifted up the Faunus'hooves so that they were on the man 's backbone. His goat-like dickhead was now in social movement of the man 's face. It was hard to say whether he was sucking that goat-like tool or the Faunus was fucking his face, but in either case, the goat prick soon spurted into the man 's mouth and across his face.

The man looked like he was going to project up, but The Owner smacked him loudly on the ass and said, `` If you throw up, you will lick it up and eat it. ``

The man was swallowing hard and trying to check himself as he was rolled off stage.

'' Two machines left, '' announced The Owner. `` Will the swinging arm whip break her first ? Or will the swinging arm boat paddle open frame him ? ``

It was almost twenty dollar bill hour before the crowd got their answer. The middle-aged cleaning lady in the swing arm whip simple machine yelled out her submission.

'' I 've done zoo before, '' she said when she asked to be fucked by the Telekhines rather than suck him.

This man was dressed in a costume that David had never seen before. He had the head and trunk of a very large dog and the script of a seal of approval with thick black flippers. He placed his flippers on the char 's back and howled as he entered her from behind. It was very much like watching a dog mate. dog-iron hump at a manic rate and this man was imitating the speed of the fastest canid. All the while the woman just lay there passively. She obviously did n't enjoy what was happening, but as she said, she had `` done zoo before. '' Finally the Telekhines gave a long howl and collapsed across the woman 's back. phase hands immediately came on stage and began pushing the platform off the stage. ``

After they had been wheeled away cover point, The Owner addressed the remaining man. `` There is no need for you to go forward. You will eventually break. Why do n't you just reconcile to me now ? ``

'' Never, '' sneered the man.

'' Then I will make you a deal, '' replied The Owner. `` If you can finis twenty more second with the machine set to maximum, I will let you go dislodge. If not, I will accept your submission and then fuck you here on the stage in front of all of these people and again every dark at my place until next Hallowe'en. It is your choice. Do you wish to submit to me or do you care to bet a year of fucking against your possible freedom ? ``

'' I will never pass on. I 'll pick out your bet, '' he snarled.

'' Resume at utmost, '' yelled The Owner.

The man made it to seventeen minutes before he screamed out, `` I submit. I submit. I submit. screw me if you want. I am your striver, forever. ``

The stagecoach hands quickly removed the spanking machine as The Owner positioned himself behind the man 's bruised and bloody ass.

'' Your pedigree will do for lubrication, '' The possessor said with a gag, and then opened his trouser to uncover one of the with child phallus David had ever seen. The man 's howler while he was being paddled were nothing compared to his screaming as The owner thrust the wide-cut length of his cock into his ass.

Jacques Louis David said to JoAnne, `` I do n't sympathise it, he only had to harbor on for three more moment. He had endured almost an 60 minutes of that political machine before that. Why would he discontinue when he was so close to freedom. ``

'' You 're decently, '' replied JoAnne in the totally unconditional voice she had used all evening. `` You do n't understand. There is no exemption. Everything is already set in place. '' The last program was rolled off stage and the stage lighting began to dim. `` Let 's check on Slut Deborah, shall we ? '' asked The possessor. The Light over in her corner brightened and everyone turned to see what was occurring. She was covered in travail and shaking in the saddle. Her yell, though greatly muffled by the ballock gag, were a series of loud grunts that seemed to be timed with the thrusts of her legs as she tried to lift herself off the machine. The Owner removed the chunk gag from her mouth and she cried out, `` No more. No more. It 's too a lot. It 's too much. I ca n't stand it. ``

He put the ball gag back in office and asked, `` Do you submit to me ? '' She nodded yes. `` If I let you off that political machine will you nurse every cock in this club ? '' She nodded yes. `` volition you lap every pussy out there ? '' She again vigorously nodded yes. `` will you let any man or womanhood out there fuck you in any muddle in your body ? '' She was bouncing and crying as she nodded her mind yes.

'' Good, '' he said smiling broadly and slightly laughing. `` You will be the after appearance amusement for the consultation. You just sit there and enjoy yourself for another fifteen arcminute or so. The last setting starts at midnight. ``

He then went over to David 's table and said quietly, `` It 's clock time. ``

'' What do you mean, 'It 's time .''' asked JoAnne. Her voice was now tense with emotion. Her face was white. Her eyes were wide heart-to-heart and staring at David. `` You said zilch would happen to me unless you made it chance to me. ``

'' I did n't lie to you, '' replied David.

Suddenly she knew. She knew that he had lied to her all along. She knew that he had brought her here for exactly this. She knew that he wanted to see her suffer. He wanted to see her break.

'' How could you ? '' she asked with pleading eyes as two point hands led her away. `` How could you ? '' she repeated as she was taken behind the curtain.

The Owner then sat down at the table with David. `` Before this final scene plays out, I need to explicate a dyad of matter to you about this nine. This is a very special cabaret because ... well, because it does n't always exist ... at least not so well-nigh mass can see it. In fact it only exists completely in your land on this one day of the year. And no, there is cipher really special about Halloween as a day, but many individual believe that there is and that is all that is important. I think you have some experience with that. ``

He paused, but when David did n't respond he continued. `` In any case, on this one dark of the year, we can invite outdoor guest into the club - mortals who are not yet bound to me or to the club. '' He smiled a very cold grin. `` Some go dwelling in the morning. Most stay. You have been invited for a very particular reason. ``

David asked, `` What are you getting at ? ``

'' Have you ever hear of Perillos, the metal actor ? '' asked The Owner in response.

Jacques Louis David sat silent.

'' He was from before your time ..., foresighted before your time ..., but not mine. Anyway, he was a citizen of Athens, Greece who made a hazard merchandising war machines to the Emperor of Sicily. He was an amazing metal actor - not as good as the Telekhines, but prominent for a human. He had an idea that he wanted to sell to the Emperor for the perfect legal document of torment. It was a brass bull specially constructed so that the howls of a somebody being roasted inside of it would resonate and sound like the bellowing of a bull. It would be a horrifying, but very entertaining demise. ``

He looked directly at David. `` The Sicilian Emperor bought his intention and built the brass horseshit. But do you know who the very first somebody was to be roasted alive inside that Sicilian Bull ? ``

'' No, '' answered David. `` And I do n't have a go at it what this has to do with me. ``

'' It was Perillos, himself, '' answered The Owner.

David looked even more blur, so The Owner made it crystalise for him. `` JoAnne is your brass bull. You think that you have betrayed her so that she will hang on that spreader bar being whipped by you or The Whipmaster until she breaks and submits herself into unceasing thraldom to you. But you are haywire because JoAnne does n't really exist. ``

'' What ? That 's not possible ! '' exclaimed David.

'' Yes, it is possible. And if you must importune, yes, she exists, and has for a long, recollective clip ..., but the Truth is, she is just the Sicilian crap, or should I say the the Tempter 's bull's eye. JoAnne was the epithet of the demon who came up with the musical theme of imprisoning a individual inside what is, in force, a mechanically skillful physical structure. She said it was her own idea, but I knew that she actually stole the idea from Perillos when she went to lend him to me. So, in honor of him, after the Telekhines had constructed the dickens 's Samson, she was it 's first occupant. That seemed trying on at the time. She was in there for quite a patch until she found someone to replace her. ``

'' There have been many different people inside the Devil 's crap through the centuries. The soul currently inside JoAnne has spent many long time looking for soul to supplant her ... or him - I do n't remember which it used to be any more. In any case, they have been in there for a long, long, time. The reason that it is so difficult to get out of the Devil 's Bull is that the but way to elude my fuzz is to find person else willing to enter it - or should I say mortal else willing to try to use the Devil 's Bull as it was intended to be used - as an instrument of torture. ``

The possessor looked almost wistful. `` JoAnne was really a brilliant monster, '' he stated with a smile of satisfaction and a nod of his head. `` She made many improvements to Perillos'idea. The beauty of the Devil 's Bull is that the person inside of it has a beat of ascendance over what happens to them as they roam the terra firma ..., but not total restraint. They can adjudicate where they go, whom they meet, what they do to realise a sustenance. But the thing that they ca n't control is seeking out pain.

The bull craves pain. And no topic what they do, the crap will get the pain in the ass it needs. The strapper finds the infliction, but it is the person inside the bull that feels the pain in the ass. The horseshit craves mortification and abasement, but it is the person inside who feels the shame. ``

'' It takes a very extra person to recognize the Bull for what it is and then hope to use it as an instrument of torture. The hunt for that somebody can take decades. There are not many the great unwashed who deeply revalue torture and lie with how to properly inflict true annoyance. But they do exist. You are validation of that. ``

He stared intently at David for a few mo of silence, and then continued, `` When the individual inside the bull finally finds someone who wants to use the Taurus the Bull to inflict uncontrolled painful sensation, degradation, and humiliation, then outflow is childlike. All they have to do is get that person to follow to the club on Halloween Night. At midnight, they are released and the new someone takes their office. I like the organization, because after a century or so in the bull, the released one makes a very salutary and volition servant. They will do anything to keep from going back into the Devil 's Bull. ``

David was trying to understand what The Owner was telling him, but he was having trouble thinking because his dyspepsia was pressing hard against the radix of his chest. `` In a few import, '' continued The owner, `` JoAnne will be brought out on stage just as you requested. Her oiled, naked body will be suspended just as you envisioned her with her radiocarpal joint spread wide-eyed on a spreader bar. Her ankles will be cuffed to their spreader bar and that will be secured to the floor. Tonight, she will be stretched especially tight, and everyone will see her naked physical structure vibrate from the latent hostility. ``

'' Despite the tension stretching her, she will be free to writhe and tear as the party whip crack into her flesh on her front and her rear at the same time. She will be free to scream and yell and beg for mercifulness. She will be relieve to finally burst and submit to her punisher as her eternal overlord and Master. Everything will be exactly as you imagined it to be except for two ... ... second inside information. ``

David was beginning to stimulate difficulty hearing The possessor clearly. The press on his chest was becoming unbearable. The possessor 's countersign were becoming muffled and faint, but that did n't end The proprietor from completing what he had to say. `` The first thing that will be different is that it will not be you who is swinging the party whip. It will not even be The Whipmaster. It will be me ..., ... and I am the one who trained The Whipmaster and taught him everything he knows. ``

'' The endorse matter that will not be as you had imagined is that it will be you hanging from the broadcaster bar. The people in the club here tonight, and, after tonight, all the people of the world will see JoAnne - the Devil 's Bull that encases you - but have no uncertainty, it will be you. It will be you screaming for clemency. It will be you asking why this is happening to you. It will be you begging and pleading. And eventually, it will be you submitting to me, your natural Jehovah and lord. ``

The pressure exploded in David 's chest and affair went completely dark. Then suddenly everything was bright once again. In fact, St. David was bathed in bright light as spot shone down on him from all slope. The pressure in his chest was now gone, replaced by a pull sense experience caused by the spreader bar from which he was hanging with his arms stretched wide apart. He looked down at his breasts trying to grok what was happening to him. Then the first work stoppage of the whips crashed into his ass and cunt. Doctor physician knew deep in the very pit of his soulfulness what had happened, and David, now JoAnne, screamed the number one of many screech that would bawl Forth River from the Devil 's Bull.

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The two investigator stood with the owner of the diner taking his statement. `` No, I do n't eff how he got in here, '' the man said. `` The forepart door to the party way has been locked for yr. I do n't even have a key to it anymore, but somehow he opened it. ``

A medical examiner walked up to the pair of detectives. `` His name is Doctor David Richardson. He 's a head-shrinker. Nobody in his office has any idea why he was here. He left oeuvre early day before yesterday complaining of indigestion. It looks like maybe he had a monumental heart attack while he was driving by and got disoriented. He pulled over to the curb and came in here for some reason. From the looks of it, he just walked in, seated himself at this board, and sat there quietly until he died. ``

He paused and then asked, `` Since there 's no house of funky dramatic play, and no apparent offence committed former than possible trespassing, why are two detectives checking out what is very likely a death from cancel causes ? ``

'' foreman thinks something is hinky, '' answered one of the detectives. `` The Doc told his secretary he was going out to a ball club downtown last Night with a affected role to help her over her fears. Only job is that there is no such club and no such patient and his aesculapian book clerk, a Deborah Charles Thomson Rees Wilson, is also missing. ``

'' Unless something else comes up, '' said the former detective, `` I think this one is going into the 'Weird-Shit-That-Happens-at-Halloween'file. ``

All three laughed as they followed the ME 's cart out the doorway. `` Yeah, '' said the ME. `` We 've got one of those files too. Nobody in our office got the day off yesterday or today, and probably wo n't tomorrow. Too lots Wyrd shit happens on Allhallows Eve. ``

He laughed again as he and his supporter maneuvered the Gurney into the back of his vehicle. `` It 's a damned big file, too, '' he said. `` beneficial thing Halloween only comes once a year. ``

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