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MD David Ryan Ralph Richardson rose groggily from the sofa in his cellar TV room and staggered upstairs to the cascade. Despite not feeling well, he desperately needed to strip up and get ready for a very special dark on the Ithiel Town. He was going to a Halloween political party that he could not possibly countenance himself to miss.

The previous morn, for the first time ever, he had cancelled all remaining naming for the day and returned place sick. Unlike many of his physician friends, he was almost never sick. That was probably because, unlike most of his doctor friends, he was n't around throw up people all of the clock time, at least not physically sick people.

One of the reason that Jacques Louis David had become a head-shrinker was that alloy malady was not contagious - that and the fact that it gave him clear access to very vulnerable people who could not protect themselves from his sadism.

Dave had always known he was a sadist, even before he knew what the tidings meant. And he always knew that he was going to become a Doctor of the Church, 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 former memories was of her telling him that he already had doctor in presence of his final epithet, now all he had to do was become one.

Most people become Doctor because they want to help people, but not David. David knew very early in his life that he did not require to aid people. David wanted to injure masses, or at to the lowest degree he wanted to watch people suffer. He became a medico because his female parent wanted him to become a doctor, and his mother was rich enough to pay for his medical checkup education and powerful enough that no one, including Saint David, ever went against what mother Richardson wanted - at least not for very long.

Medical school was a incubus for Saint David - especially abidance. year were not a problem. He held a perfect A average throughout college and med school day. David was smart as a whip - perhaps beyond brilliant, so trying to check all that a doctor needed to know was not the job. The problem was .... all those suffering multitude you were supposed to care about ... all those apprehensive relation who expected you to `` understand '' ... all those do-gooders continually trying to talk you into a Volunteer year or two in this or that Godforsaken commonwealth ... and especially, all those ill people coughing and sneezing and oozing their nastiness and contagion all over you, trying to haul you down into the depths of their pit of woe. For David, THAT was medical school and it was only his fright of his mother 's force that kept him there into his residency year. Residency was even worse because he had to come into faithful contact with the puss and pestilence of casual hospital life.

There was one shining spot in the midst of that dark hole of blackness called abidance, and that was psychiatrical rotary motion. about of the other occupant dreaded a bicycle through psychiatrical, but there Jacques Louis David found his home. Others would complain of the misfortunate disturbed someone who looked at them with such pleading eyes, begging to be released from that terrible prison of torment and pain created by their own mind. The common sense of helplessness in the face of such hopelessness drained the energy from almost every other scholar ..., but not from `` Dr. Doctor of the Church. '' He thrived on it.

The name of the on-call in the psych unit was never written out fully on the link board. Even the Doctor of the Church 's full initials were not used. Instead the initials of their first and middle names were written on the panel in the slot permanently labeled `` Dr. '' When David was on margin call it read, `` Dr. DR. '' frankincense, David became known as `` Doctor Doctor of the Church. '' He liked that nickname and often used it to refer to himself.

The other residents soon learned that Doctor Doctor was willing to trade assignments, and by making veritable patronage, David was able, for the near role, to avoid the normal Ward which he hated, and the others were able-bodied to quash the psych Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth which they hated. It was a stark arrangement. Normally, the superintendence MD would possess objected to such continual trades, but David seemed to be such a lifelike in the psych cellblock and to have such a rapport with the patients, that they let it slide.

The early residents, and even some of the superintendent, were amazed that, when assigned to daily group sessions for the `` permanent occupier patients, '' he could sit and listen for hour to them tell apart their Lapp fib of woe over and over again. What they did not get it on is that David was n't really listening to what these demented soulfulness had to say. Instead, he was warming himself in the glow of the pain and suffering that exuded from their trunk with every Holy Scripture they spoke. That 's why doc doctor was not worn down by these useless attempts at therapy as were almost every other resident physician forced to enter in these Roger Huntington Sessions with the lost and unapproachable. Instead, as he sat amongst their pain sensation, he was fed ... nourished ... invigorated ... by the feast of despair and anguish laid before him, which he sucked greedily into his body.

He sought and was accepted into a wide, four year psychiatric residency, and following that went into partnership with a head-shrinker at the hospital who was nearing retirement. During his four yr of abidance and another four long time of partnership, physician Doctor honed his techniques of guidance and therapy, but more importantly he perfected his technique of selecting, using and abusing certain, specific patients.

It was a given that head-shrinker, male person and female, would use their position to get a little sexual satisfaction once in a while. As long as it was n't too clamorous, and as long as there were no public suit, such activity was treated with a blind eye. But sex did not feed and exalt Jacques Louis David. Inflicting bother did, and that type of mistreatment of patients was not treated so leniently.

MD Dr. extensively read the account of doctor, attorney, teachers, curate, and others who had been brought down by mistreatment of those entrusted to them. The lesson he learned from that record was clear. If he mistreated everyone, eventually everyone would screw. If he mistreated a few, respective would know and would sustain each former 's story once the story of one came out. But if he chose one carefully selected patient at a time as his `` play puppet, '' and if he made sure that selected person was not around later to testify against him, the bad that could befall would be a post where it was the countersign of ONE certifiably deranged mortal against that of a well-regarded and highly respected Doctor of psychological medicine who had worked so hard to help so many people - all of whom were leave to publically testify on his behalf.

At first of all Jacques Louis David selected masses with masochistic trend, preferably with suicidal partial tone. Such citizenry would allow him to hurt them emotionally, physically, and mentally because, deep down, they enjoyed it. But Doctor Doctor found these relationships did not feed him adequately or warm the frigidness that often permeated his soul. The flicker of the flame of pain in the neck and distress within these people was actually weak, and all too often that flame was overwhelmed by the attack of the pleasure of release that came within or after the infliction. That flame of pleasure did not give David. It burned him and drove him away.

It was a part of David 's program from the very beginning that if a puppet was not satisfactorily working out, or if he had just grown tired of them, he would cast aside of them. That sounds hard and risky in and of itself, but when a mentally unbalanced person is standing on the bound of the cliff of self-destruction, it is remarkably easy for someone, properly trained and skilled, to push them over that precipice while at the same fourth dimension leaving a records trail that looks like all of the while they were trying to pull that hapless, demented individual back from the edge.

Several rejected play puppet went over the drop-off before Doctor Dr. finally refined his survival of the fittest criteria. He discovered that he did not need a masochist who was drawn to pain because of the use it gave them - despite the price of that enjoyment. What Doctor David needed, and carefully sought out, was a painfulness addict who was drawn to pain because they needed it - despite the fact that they derived absolutely no pleasance from it.

Some masochists progress - or regress - into infliction addicts. David had even helped one or two make that passage. It starts when the individual is no longer driven by the pleasance of being in pain sensation, but rather by the unendurable distress of NOT being in pain. Like a junkie craving a fix, they begin to crave pain just to draw the distraint of withdrawal go away. And exactly like a addict building up a tolerance, the infliction they crave becomes Sir Thomas More and more dangerous in edict to feed them their fix. Eventually it gets to a power point where they no longer derive any pleasure at all from the pain, but are driven solely by the fact that the pain of being without pain is worse than the hurting of being in pain. That is usually the point where they self destruct or attempt soul to destroy them.

Although medico St. David knew that it was an unimaginable pursuance, he dreamed of someday finding the gross caper tool. He even knew exactly what the perfect manoeuvre puppet would be. That sadist 's unholy grail would be soul addicted to pain, but not bequeath to end their agony through the rugged road of therapy and modus vivendi variety that would loose them from their addiction. At the Lapp time that individual would not be uncoerced to end their agony through the simple-minded road of ending their own life history. This ambivalency trapped that person permanently in the prison of their own mind. This someone would essay nuisance, but then shrill in true agony when that pain was received. The affectionateness given off by that form of painful sensation and suffering could nurture Saint David for a farsighted, foresightful time.

seven-spot calendar month ago, Doctor Dr. was growing tired of his latest gambol puppet and gave her the final tap at the top of the precipice. He often did pro-bono work. Shelly was a `` charity example. '' His counsel with her was non-fee. He even arranged to pick up the fate of her in-house treatments that the entitlement programs did n't cover. When she committed suicide, outwardly he was devastated that mortal he had worked so hard to save 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 of that bus.

All he had needed to do was to point out an article in the newspaper about individual who had been hit by a bus, and then add, `` At least it was over so fast he did n't suffer. One instant he was here, the next in he was in oblivion. ``

David knew that Shelly took the bus to and from her naming with him and to operate. He also knew - because she had told him - that the express busses, which also drove in the curbside `` Busses Only '' lane with the steady busses, did not end at Shelly 's bus stop.

David 's comment was an `` momentum grenade, '' and he had pulled the pin and dropped it into her idea so smoothly that she did n't even feel it lodge in her subconscious. Doctor doctor had waited until after the session had wrapped up and the recorders were turned off to accidentally pick up the paper lying on his desk and reach his comment. No video or sound recording was running, so goose egg would appear in the records track should anyone ever take the sentence or travail to go looking.

Three week later, the grenade exploded. Shelly was going to work. She stood at her bus stop and watched the express 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 double of a promptly threshold into obliviousness flashed into her head. She closed her centre, took a mysterious breath, and stepped off the curb.

David had the social movement page story on the fault room bulletin board for several weeks, but took it down because he was afraid that someone might notice 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 necessary. His grin was just as wide as he glanced at that booklet. In fact, the other day just looking at that folder had caused him to suddenly require to ring Debra, the platter clerk, into his office to reexamine some case records.

Debra was a sex addict whom St. David had `` cured. '' At least her husband and her family thought that she was cured because she no longer wore provocative wearable or snuck out of the house at night to troll the cake. What he had actually done, however, was to change her habituation from general sex to sex with him. Those modest, free try-on dresses and dame that she wore were merely to mask the fact that patch at work she wore nothing under them except a dildo harness that kept quid firmly in place in her puss and ass.

She was not a `` gambling creature '' for his sadistic delight, but merely a `` rule '' doctor-patient sexual loss like respective others whom he occasionally used. He had cultivated each of them carefully and was fairly sure enough that none of them would expose him, but even if they did, such scandal would, at worst, bring a missive of censure from his peer review control board. More likely it would be just a `` strongly worded verbal warning, '' and a notation in his records that `` a guest charge had been investigated. ``

Debra had removed the harness and both dildos before coming up to the office. Saint David had texted her to say that he needed to review `` two filing cabinet. '' That meant he wanted her available for immediate sex. `` A loyal followup of a compositor's case '' meant to provide the harness in shoes because all he wanted was a warm setback job under his desk. `` several files, '' or `` some case records, '' meant he actually needed records work done.

Debra was a properly trained medical records shop assistant. It was her job, among other matter, to adulterate the disks into the recorders at the beginning of the day. For some complex effectual reason, the recorder had to be in the same room as the camera and microphone, so that meant going to David 's office first thing each morning time to inclose the properly labeled magnetic disk. It also meant returning to the federal agency after the last appointment of the day to remove the disks and file them. An `` overnight disk '' was always left in the machine so that the Dr. could record any emergency brake or evening session. The disc were not the solely things inserted in the morning. Debra would set the disk compositor's case on a hot seat, reach up under her dress, withdraw her clean `` granny scanty, '' and hired man them to Jacques Louis David. She would then turn over the clothes up over herself, deform over and place her hands on the level so that St. David could see her sex and ass. He would carefully fold her panties and place them in a locked drawer of his desk. From that same drawer he would remove the dildos and the wet leather harness. The anal plug was vented so that gas would not build up in her bowels during the day. The dildo in her cunt was remote controlled so that sexual passion could build up up as Saint David toyed with her during the day if he so desired. The remote connected to the cyberspace so Doctor doctor could access it from anywhere he was, even outside the building.

For several day following Shelly 's death, St. David `` toyed with '' Debra incessantly throughout the day and had called her up to review two file cabinet each day. At to the lowest degree once in the morning and once in the afternoon he had found the need for a fast review of a example. Debra knew that something was different when, on one of those social function, he had her flight strip completely and lay over his desk rather than just flipping her annulus over her back. She squirmed and grunted as she tried desperately to remain quiet while his hands squeezed her bosom forcing her gamy and higher into orgasmic bliss.

Three 24-hour interval after the accident, Debra was under his desk when a colleague called about a referral. The Quaker handled a lot of court-ordered therapy and had a case that baffled him. He thought it was more in David 's field of operation of expertise and was wondering if he would accept the referral.

The patient 's name was JoAnne. She had walked up to an officer on duty at a street corner and slapped her in the face. Then she resisted arrest by kicking the officer between the legs. The fact that it was a female person officer made the military officer 's response no less violent. JoAnne had suffered two cracked ribs and pepper spray burns to the face and eyes plus a tazer burn to the side when she still would not stop kicking and flailing.

There were no drugs in JoAnne 's system. She appeared very normal and nice in motor lodge and passed all psychiatric evaluations. 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 shocks, looked up at the policeman, smiled sweetly, and said, `` Thank you. I needed that. ``

The backup police officer 's valuation was `` That gripe is screwball than a crack whore. ``

Dr. Toni Morrison 's evaluation was a little more clinical, but no less biting. `` She 's not truly a masochist, '' he told Saint David. `` We did the fully monitored prototype screening with pussycat investigation and everything. The physical run say she receives no pleasure or sexual arousal from pain, but the genial tests say she craves it - is almost addicted to it. I understand you have handled a few early patients like this. Would you be willing to contain over her face ? ``

The unholy grail had been dropped on his desk like a endowment from above. David knew that JoAnne was not self-destructive because she did not attempt to force the officer to kill her. But at the same fourth dimension she knew and expressed the fact that she was addicted to hurt. In Dr. Morrison 's shortly summary, Doctor Doctor could see that JoAnne was an junkie who wanted a fix, not a remedy. Hopefully, he could keep her dancing on the sharpness of destruction for many years.

She was going to be the play puppet of all dramatic play puppet, but first he had to wee her his. And he had to move slowly. One does not suddenly grab the demonic Holy Grail as if it were a common cup of tea. One caresses it and strokes it and slowly works one 's paw around it until it is yours.

After his session with JoAnne, David would hire copy of the disk family and heed to them while he masturbated himself or had sex with his sex nut neighbor. The neighbour was also one of his former affected role whom he had groomed for his sexual release. Her moving in following doorway was not an accident. For person who could easily fake soul else into killing themselves, maneuvering somebody into moving next door when the house was up for sales agreement was baby 's play.

Besides, her husband was a function of her illness and did n't really want her to improve. He enjoyed the view of her having sex with other men as long as she made the guise of keeping it secret from him and from the world. She would come home smelling 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 most men want to transfer that ?

Whenever sweet acacia came over to David 's household, her husband would recount himself she was coming over for therapy. But then he would fix her show him the whiplash and paddle sign on her ass when she came home. Sometimes he would hold back for her on the back deck of cards hoping that this would be one of those times when she ended up running across their adjoining backyards naked to get home. Then he would pick up her at the backrest door, push her across the pack of cards table and fuck whichever yap did not let cum oozing from it.

After JoAnne had been in therapy for several weeks, she began talking about `` The Devil 's threshold. '' Jacques Louis David was familiar spirit with all of the sexually oriented gild in town because at least one of his patient role belonged to each of them, but he had never heard of The daimon 's Doorstep.

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

St. David let the topic drop for the import, planning to pursue it further later. The following Fri afternoon, JoAnne again mentioned the club and went on to draw a bother session she had experienced there the previous Nox in which she had agreed to be used by `` The Whipmaster. ``

'' He is so divine, '' she said dreamily. `` Or maybe I should say Devilish. He likes to string two of us up on spreader taproom with our hands and ankles spread all-inclusive and then commit us up off the trading floor so we are suspended front each other while our mortise joint spreader stripe are firmly anchored to the flooring at both ends. That way we can didder and vibrate all we want, but we ca n't kick our leg or flail our arm and we are always lined up properly for his whips. ``

She took a deep breathing place. It was as close as Saint David had seen to sexual arousal from her. `` Then he stands there with a whip in each script and sees which of us he can get to yell the loudest. He 's well - very good, and can hit from top to toes. He can even swing the whiplash between us and snap tit or pussy. The pain is unlikely when he pops you exactly on a nipple or ... ... your button. He keeps going until one of us yells out our safeword. ``

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

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

'' I need a woman nowadays, '' he said softly. Diane was a highly measure up aesculapian receptionist and was not, nor never would be, one of David 's hurting or sex toy. She was the one who would bear witness, if needed, as to how professional Jacques Louis David had been with all of his affected role and how he observed every formula of proper procedure, including summoning her into his role whenever a affected role attempted anything that could be interpreted as a sexual advance.

She gasped as she came through the door. She could see JoAnne 's book binding ... and stage ... and chest. Actually, she could see all of JoAnne since she was bent over sliding her slacks to the terra firma as Diane was entering the room.

'' They still throb, '' said JoAnne, arching her back so that she was thrusting her criss-crossed ass toward David. `` You can reach them if you want. It might break me my daily fix. Then I wo n't sustain to go out and get soul to thrum me this evening. ``

'' Diane, please stand following to me, '' David instructed, `` I want a witness to the fact that I am touching these welts solely to observe the patient 's response to my touch. ``

David, in a very professional person manner, reached out his hired hand and lightly brushed a deeply purpleness welt that ran along the joining gunpoint between JoAnne 's back and the upper component part of her ass brass. Speaking to the recorders, he said, `` Let the patient records note that the patient reacted in pain, not pleasure at the touch. There was no indication of sexual stimulation in the face, nipples or genital area. ``

The Same could not be said for David. He made sure to plough away from Diane before she could see the ridgeline beginning to work in the front of his pants. Seating himself behind his desk, he said, `` Diane, please aid JoAnne re-dress herself. I think that we will end this session early. It would also be a trade good estimation to have got Debra come up here and change disks 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 filing cabinet that I need to review with her immediately, please ? ``

Diane waited for JoAnne to terminate grooming and then accompanied her out into the waiting elbow room. A few min later, Debra entered the office. `` Naked, on the desk, '' was all that St. David said. He `` reviewed both Indian file '' very forcefully with her before letting her up from the desk and sending her back to the track record area.

After she was gone, and David had insured that everything was cleaned up, he used an air freshener atomizer to hide the smell of sex and summoned Diane back into his berth. `` What does my schedule look like for the coming calendar week ? '' he asked. `` We need to leave plenty of outer space for emergency and particular sessions. ``

Diane looked puzzled. St. David tapped the calendar on his desk, `` Halloween, '' he said. `` I can show you fifty dollar bill dissimilar studies that say that moon and weather condition changes and holidays like Hallowe'en have no affect on mental malady. But they think it does - tapping his naming script - and that is all that matters. ``

'' I know Thursday is Halloween, '' answered Diane. `` But the electronic programming program is set to automatically preserve blank unfold a week before and a week after Allhallows Eve. Your schedule is reasonably clear rightfield now. '' She paused and then added, `` Except I 've already used one of those time slot for JoAnne. She said she absolutely has to see you Mon. 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 one-armed bandit. We may consume to prioritize appointments. ``

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JoAnne was Jacques Louis David 's first appointment for the week. She was already in the wait room when he arrived at 8:30 on Monday break of the day. Diane said, `` She was here when we opened the doors at 8:00. ``

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

They had barely gotten through the door to his part when she broke down and began crying almost hysterically. `` You have to engage me up somewhere for a couple of Clarence Day. I know you can do it. You can commit me to a locked hospital ward for a 72 hour evaluation on Wed morning. I 'll be secure there. ``

'' Now, now, '' he replied in his easily I'm-showing-that-I-care-about-you voice. `` distinguish me Thomas More about this so I can understand what is happening. ``

'' Th is Halloween, '' she answered.

'' And .... ''

'' Halloween is a extra night at the ball club. ``

'' And .... ''

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

'' And ... ''

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

'' take in you time, '' he assured her. `` We started early. You have plenty of sentence. What else happens on Allhallows Eve ? ``

She raised her head and looked directly into his eyes. `` It 's a 'no limits night'at the club. If you go up on stage on Hallowe'en night, you are there until you break. And that does n't entail yell-a-safeword break, because safewords are n't honored on a no boundary Night. On Halloween, you go until you are totally interrupt, and that means submit-to-slavery broken. Whatever is happening keeps happening until you are totally broken and are willing to do anything to anybody or for anybody just to deliver it break. If I go up onto that leg Thursday night, I will come off that degree a slave. ``

'' The root sounds simpleton, '' observed David, `` just do n't go up on phase. ``

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

She looked back up into his middle. `` Even knowing how things will change by reversal out, I ca n't help myself. I will go to the club and I will go up on that point, '' she dissolved again into choked sobs, `` ... and I will be broken. ``

'' JoAnne, '' David began, `` just about any other time of the year, I could get you in for a 72 60 minutes evaluation with no problems, but this is Halloween. The wards will be packed. In the meantime, I will look into some matter and see what I can do. Let 's book you back for Wed morn, first appointment. OK ? ``

JoAnne nodded her head, wiped away her tears and said, `` Thank you. I knew you would see. ``

Doctor Doctor understood. He understood very clearly that somehow he was taking her to that order and he, not The Whipmaster, was going to break her cut down completely and becharm her as his hard worker forever.

'' JoAnne ? '' he said before she could reach the doorway, `` Do you think it would be possible for you to devote me contact selective information for the Devil 's threshold ? I think it would be a good melodic theme if I could speak to the possessor or manager and work something out. ``

'' Of course of instruction, medico, '' she replied as she took her wise headphone from her purse. I will text them and ask them to contact you. What number should I render them ? ``

Saint David gave her his auto-forward routine. It came up on his cellular telephone as an incoming call, but the caller did not know his unfeigned number. There were a lot of understanding for using a forwarding number like that, primary feather of which was that his location could not be easily pinged or traced by any law enforcement authorities.

A few mo 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 reply. `` I want to come to the cabaret as a guest Thursday even. I will get Painslut Joey so that she can be on stage, but I want to be the one who whips her into meekness. ``

The response was a single word `` Done. '' Then his GPS curriculum self started and an address and map period appeared on the screen giving the location of the club. He knew the country well, but had never seen anything that looked like a club in that seedy, summation area of town.

The Midweek session with JoAnne was uneventful, but shortly after that session extreme indigestion hit him and forced him to cancel the residue of his designation for the day. Doctor Doctor made a lousy patient role. In fact, he hated medical doctors and would not go to one unless there was absolutely no former option. Besides, it was just indigestion. He must let eaten something too naughty or had one too many drinks finally night. He would go home and catch some Z's it off.

Before he left the function, he texted JoAnne. `` I will be with you tomorrow night. Please meet me in social movement of my office building at nine o'clock tomorrow Nox and I will take you someplace where cipher can happen to you unless I allow it. Does that work for you ? ``

Her reply was `` Done. ''

'' They must use that a lot in her roach of booster, '' he thought to himself as he closed the connection. Immediately after putting his speech sound back into his scoop, he began sweating and feeling very ill.

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The cascade improved things. By the time he had dried himself, St. David was feeling lots safe and looking forward to the evening with groovy pleasance and prediction. As he dressed, he could envision JoAnne strung up on stage, naked and hidrosis, her trunk striped with wale and deletion, screaming to be allowed to pass on to him as his eternal slave. He savored that image as he splashed some eau de cologne on his face and checked his pilus in the mirror. Then it was prison term to go.

Doctor St. David Ryan Richardson, Doctor medico, pulled up in strawman of his power building at exactly 9:00 pm on Allhallows Eve dark. He was hoping that JoAnne was on sentence or at to the lowest degree not too late. He did n't like waiting.

He need not give worried. JoAnne stepped from the shadow of a tree in front of the edifice as he pulled up to the curb.

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

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

'' NO ! '' screamed JoAnne, her look suddenly full of reverence. She started to get out of the car, but the door would n't unlock from her side. That was one of the many limiting St. David had paid to have done to his Mercedes rightfield after he purchased it. Other adjustment included removing the inside release from the trunk and modifying the seatbelts - other than the driver - so that they could be electronically locked using a clitoris on the elan. JoAnne 's room access would n't unlock and she could n't loosen her hind end belt.

'' Do n't panic. Do n't panic, '' he said in his calm, sooth-the-patient articulation. This is substantially. It is really no different than me taking someone who is afraid of height up to the notice deck at the top of a marvelous edifice. In order to capture your awe, you need to face up your awe - but in a safe way. Remember, I will be with you. ``

He took her hand with his right script and with his left turned her nous so that they were eye to eye. `` You will be in my workforce, '' he assured her. `` cypher will happen to you unless I make it come about to you. ``

Had JoAnne known the lawful import of those words, her fear would take in turned to terror, but instead she calmed down and asked, `` Will you protect me ? ``

'' Do you recollect 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 interest, '' 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 nightclub. He was somewhat familiar spirit with this neighborhood and had never seen any indicant of a club in the region, but then he noticed the wide 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 room for the dining car succeeding door since it had advertizing for them in the blacked out windowpane, but now the entire building look was folded back like a huge doorway to unwrap a extensive alleyway and the marqueed entrance to a nightspot that was apparently located behind the figurehead construction. The letters on the marquise, which were red and were intended to reckon as if they were dripping origin, spelled out `` The Beelzebub 's doorsill. ``

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

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

David paused for a moment trying to connect what she had just said, but then extended his arm and said, `` gear up ? ``

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

The Devil 's threshold was everything that you would ask an `` secret '' BDSM social club to be. It was slightly obscure, slightly unkept, and smelled more than slightly of old cigarettes and stale alcohol. When he gave his figure to the hostess, she said, `` Of path medico Richardson. We have a front row table waiting for you. delight surveil me. '' She then led them up to a table right next to the level area.

Shortly after they sat down a run, middle-aged man with dark wavy fuzz that was combed straight back from his os frontale came over to the table and said, `` Welcome to my club. I am The Owner. Tonight you are a visitor. Perhaps you will get together and come on former night as well. ``

From his speech pattern, it was ostensible that English was not his kickoff voice communication, but St. David could not direct exactly where the accent was from. It sounded somewhat European, but had overtones of the Near East or even the East. The Owner 's facial features were also not particular to any one racial or ethnic group. It was almost as if he were a portmanteau word of all the world 's racial and ethnic groups.

The possessor then bent down close to St. David 's ear and said softly, `` Her 's will be the lowest scene and will begin 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 stretch my licence and stay open until three or four in the morning. ``

David took in a cryptical breath as he savored the image of JoAnne screaming beneath the whip for three or four uninterrupted hours. The owner stood back up and said loudly, `` prescribe anything you would wish. The offset round of drunkenness are on the house for peculiar invitee like you. '' He smiled and walked off to mouth 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 bank discount on a life membership. ``

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

Again David could n't quite connect what JoAnne had said, but he had long ago learned to permeate out any comments from his patient that did n't bring in sensory faculty. He dismissed further thought about it from his brain as the sign lights began to dim and the luminousness on the stagecoach country brightened.

The owner stepped out into the luminance. `` Ladies and valet de chambre, our low setting tonight will facilitate resolve a domestic difference that has arisen from two transposition falling in dearest for each other. '' He laughed and shrugged in a Mediterranean variety of way. `` Sometimes balance in a relationship is not all it is made out to be. In this case, neither is strong enough to overwhelm and conquer the early, but at the same meter, neither is weak enough to put forward themselves to someone not significantly strong than themselves. Perhaps they would have been smart to choose a different night, but tonight they have come to me, The proprietor, to help them resolve their progeny. ``

A man and fair sex walked out onto the stage area. They were both naked and both had restraint cuffs on their wrists and ankle. Two sets of cables lowered from the ceiling. Each set was attached to opposite ends of a brand pipe. Another pipe was clipped just below the one to which the cables were attached. stage hands hurried out and detached the bit pipe from each rig. The man stood beneath one pipe, the fair sex stood beneath the 2nd. The stage hands attached their wrists to the pipage and then bent down and bond their ankles to the second organ pipe which was now laying on the ground. The two bent of overseas telegram rose back up into the air until the feet of both the great unwashed were off the land. The stage hand then attached unawares cables from the last of the lower pipework to attachment point in time on the level floor. The cables then continued their upward motion until both the man and the woman were obviously held taut.

'' Tonight, one of these star-crossed lovers will submit to the former. '' announced The Owner. `` And The Whipmaster will help them settle who will accede to whom. '' He paused to let a figure dressed completely in black leather come onto the stage. `` Whipmaster, if you please .... ''

The figure in pitch-black snapped two whips rapidly various times in succession toward the consultation and then turned so that he was facing the two masses hanging spread eagle. He made a nimble motion with his arms and wrists. The whip sally echoed through the elbow room, followed a minute later by the belly laugh of both company. With measure tempo, allowing the couple plenty of time to absorb the pain of one strike and anticipate or dread the bite of the next, The Whipmaster repeated that legal action four Thomas More times. Then he went to the early side of the distich and began once again.

'' He 's switching sides so the whip hand shift from one person to the early. '' explained JoAnne. `` Believe me, he is exactly the same with either hand, but some the great unwashed have trouble accepting that, so he makes sure that both sides get adequate treatment from either hand. ``

Jacques Louis David was n't keeping count of the blows, but he thinks it was around twenty-five or thirty that the man suddenly screamed out, `` I submit. I submit. ``

The Owner came out on stage and asked him, `` Do you relegate yourself totally to this woman to be her hard worker from this sentence forward and forever ? ``

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

The Owner turned to The Whipmaster and said simply, `` You may resume. ``

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

'' Yes, and it looks like you will enjoy being her hard worker, '' answered The Owner as he brushed his hand against the man 's tumid penis. `` You want to be a striver, and you seem to wish pain ... up to a point. But did you not read the whole contract bridge when you signed it ? This is a special Nox. It is Halloween. There are no limits. Every scene goes until the person breach. ``

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

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

turn once again to The Whipmaster, The Owner issued a terse, single Word of God program line, `` persist in ! ``

The Whipmaster 's pace was now much faster, and he did n't stop at the end of every five fortuity, but instead continued relentlessly. David was now keeping track of the strokes. There were lxiii extra solidus, each one accompanied by shrill cries of pain in the ass, before the woman cried out, `` I submit. I submit. I submit ! ``

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

She hung her drumhead and answered, `` Yes. You are my Owner from this peak forward, now and forever. ``

The proprietor turned to the Whipmaster and said, `` Give my striver fifty whip to remind them that I am The Owner. Then take them down and put them outside in the alley. Tie them to the slave mail service. I will blame them up later. '' The woman screamed through all fifty strokes. The man passed out after about XX, but even unconscious, he still had a huge erection.

'' Masochists, '' muttered David. `` They will probably fuck each other senseless all night in that alley waiting for their new maestro to fare and arrogate them. ``

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

He made another Mediterranean facial gesture. With his eyebrows raised and his mouth formed into an overdone frown, he continued, `` It seems she installed a special hacker app on her telephone set that infected other phone and allowed her to monitor any incoming and outgoing text on any somebody 's earpiece who had ever texted her. In this case, she read my textbook to her employer 's phone. She contacted me because she craves sex and her electric current situation limits the total of sex she can take in. She says she has never been capable to get enough sex. She wanted to come on our level on this limited, Halloween, no-limits dark in hope that she could possess unlimited sex. ''

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

After a rather long pause he continued, `` Yes, ma'am and valet de chambre, she will get exactly what she asked for. She will get her wish for outright intimate stimulant. I present to you slut Deborah. ``

David was very seldom surprised by anything, but when his records clerk walked out onto the degree naked, his mouth dropped open. She stood there for a few present moment very unsure of what she was supposed to do, but then two stage hands wheeled a small political platform out onto the stage with what appeared to be a half-barrel on the top of it. There was a magnanimous pinko phallus sticking straight up from the top. Two phase hands lifted Debra up off her substructure and set her on the platform.

'' That 's a Sybian female masturbation machine in case you 've never seen one, '' explained JoAnne. David had seen photo and some picture of their use, but this was the first time 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 simple machine in a kneel side and lowered herself down onto the dildo. The two stage hired man then began securing her to the platform. They attached a blanket leather belt around her waist that had two with child D pack on each incline of it. The two lower rings they chained to the program so Debra could not get off of the Sybian. She could n't even lift herself up. Then they put wide restraining cuffs on her forearms and attached them to the speed D rings on the belt, effectively immobilizing her weapon. The final exam thing they did was to put two small clover clamps on her nipples with burnished silver grey weights hanging from them. By the sentence they were finished, Debra was breathing laborious and starting to grind her crotch into the machine -- and it was n't even plugged in yet.

The owner stepped to the straw man of the stage and addressed the consultation. `` It takes pleasure a little longer than annoyance to bring out someone, but it will be interesting to watch as the night goes on. '' He then walked with the platform as the two stagecoach hands rolled it to an arena just off to one position of the stage. A small spotlight, slightly dimmer than the stagecoach lights came up to perch the area.

After the degree handwriting had plugged in the Sybian, The Owner picked up the remote control and activated the motors. A balmy hum filled the room and Debra started rocking slightly back and Forth with the sensations. `` That looks gratifying, '' he said. `` But adulteress Deborah said she wanted UNLIMITED sexual stimulant. '' He looked up at the audience and smiled broadly before continuing, `` There are actually limits to almost everything, including this wonderful machine, but lets see what a Sybian does on its upper limit background. ``

The hum became louder and Debra 's eyes flew fully spread. Her lip formed a perfect O as she gasped and drew in deep lungfulls of air. Then she almost immediately began to climax. The sinewy adept were more than she could endure. She tried to jerk and lift her consistence to scarper the dildo rotating inside her, but the bash held her firmly in place. She twisted back and Forth on the saddle, but she could not escape the intense vibrations. The Sybian 's combination of shaking and interior stimulation drove her into another intense coming. She threw back her head and a long `` Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh '' escaped her lips. This was unimaginable. She was already in orgasm, but at the Saami time was being driven higher and further into another ... and another ... and another orgasm.

She began grunting, `` Aahh ..., Aahh ..., Aahh ..., Aahh ..., '' until The Owner turned to the audience and said, `` I think that will be a bit distracting from our other scenery, do n't you ? '' He gave a hand signal and the two level hands came over and forced a bombastic clod gag into Debra 's mouth. She tried to resist them, but could do little with her arms held tight at her side of meat by the whang. `` I think we will check on her occasionally throughout the nighttime to see how she is doing, '' said The Owner.

medico Doctor was now watching raptly. He could feel the familiar passion of fear and hurting, and yet Barbra was experiencing joy, or at least she appeared to be experiencing pleasure.

'' You 're a man. You would n't empathize, '' said JoAnne. `` A female sexual climax is a combination of pleasure AND pain. Your queasy system of rules overloads and every sensation is there all at the same time. If you push too far into an orgasm, your organic structure ca n't stand it and it starts blocking the pleasure. The bother, however, just keeps going. If she stays on that machine long enough, it will turn one of the purest forms of torture a woman can ever experience. '' She gave David a very tight smile. `` And that is from someone who has experienced many different forms of pure torture. ``

The luminosity on Debra dimmed back so that she was seeable, but almost in darkness. The lights on the level came up once again. `` Our next tantrum is very personal to me, '' began The proprietor. One of my own bound hard worker who is half-way through her contract made me an offer I could n't refuse. She has an extreme, almost improbable permissiveness for botheration, and was unforced to bet me that I could n't break her in 30 minutes. She has withstood The Whipmaster 's greatest efforts for over three minute, so she is reasonably surefooted that I could not occur up with anything that would break her in merely one-half hour. But I think I can, so I took the bet. ``

'' The bet is wide-eyed. If she lasts the full half-hour, she is free from her slavery. If I break her, she is mine forever. Let 's institute out Slave X27. ``

A very beautiful young lady stepped out onto the stage. She was totally au naturel - `` totally '' as in no wear, no hair between her legs, no tomentum on her head, no brow, not even the pinch of fuzz on her forearms. To be more than naked she would have had to have been skinned and standing there in just her muscularity. She stood there looking very supercilious and positive and self-assured. When The possessor asked, `` Are you gear up ? '' She answered with a grinning, `` You bet your ass. ``

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

Four stage hands had moved a rather unusual looking simple machine out onto the point behind her. It looked like a much larger and longer rendering of the kind of lift that you would use to shoot an locomotive out of a car. The thunder was at least twenty feet long. There was a large tripod-like root and a rather massive comeback weight on the portion of the godsend that extended past the Qaeda. The boom was lowered so that a trapeze-like bar hung just above Slave X27 's head. She reached up and grasped it with both hands. The stage crew then taped her hands in shoes with various stratum of camo duck tape. After making certain that she was secure, they lifted her up off the basis and moved her through the air to the boundary of the stage.

While she was in the air, a humble forklift pushed something out to the center of the stage. It was a enceinte plexiglass tank about three feet across and seven feet tall. It was apparently filled with water. The forklift left the level and returned with another tank, and then another. A stage script connected what appeared to be electrical or ascendance cables from the tanks to something off stage.

The proprietor walked over to next to the suspended slave. He made a hired hand motion and she was lowered until her feet almost touched the priming. Two level helping hand carried in something that looked like a punishing bar of metal about two feet long. They set it down with a resounding crash just in front of the hard worker 's human foot and, using two very brusk chains, cuffed her feet to the bar so that she was more or less standing on it.

'' That bar weighs sixty pounding, '' explained The Owner. `` Not only will it sustain her wooden leg together so they will enter the tankful properly, it will shit certainly that she sinks immediately in the water. ``

He then turned to the slave. `` I know that you once almost drowned and fear water. I know that you hate wintertime and can not stand the frigidity. '' He laughed his very immorality sounding jest. `` I know that I can relegate you. ``

'' One of those tanks is filled with urine at 34 degree Fahrenheit, what most the great unwashed would take freezing. The second is at 94 degrees, what nigh people would take the optimum bath temperature. The third is at 125 degrees, just below what would immediately scald your skin. You will not know which tank you are going into until your feet hit the weewee. It might be freezing. It might be scalding. It might be just right. But regardless, you are going into the storage tank until your feet - or at least the bar beneath your understructure - hits the bottom of the tank. That would put the water level ... '' Reaching up his hired hand and holding it a little above her head, he finished, `` ... about right there. ``

striver X27 no longer looked so confident.

One of the microscope stage hands came out carrying a piece of fabric of some form. `` We are going to put this bag over your head for two reasons, '' 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 catch one's breath through it, it will most probable trigger the drowning reflex because your body will think you are still under water ... or that you are being waterboarded at some political science interrogation center. ''.

'' We will be switching tanks every 30 seconds, so you will experience the armoured combat vehicle sixty times in thirty minutes. If you endure, you are relieve. If you break, you are mine. If you die, well ... some would say at least you are relinquish. '' He shook his head, laughed, turned toward the audience, and added quickly, `` I would n't say that. ``

Fear approaching inviolable terror now showed in the slave 's face. It was obvious that it was not going to take sixty dunk shot in the storage tank to break her. The possessor held the bag in front of her as he spoke. `` I will burst 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 slave forever and for all eternity. It pleases you to be my slave. You get sexual satisfaction out of being my striver. I am so sure of this, that I will foretell to this audience that once you have broken, and you no longer have any reasonableness to hide that fact, you will cum for me as you are slowly dipped in and out of the freezing water cooler. Remember, when you break, the adjacent tank car will be a very slow stumble through the block H2O and we will see if I am right. ``

The hard worker was slowly shaking her head in discrepancy with what he had said as he lowered the bag over her face, but she did n't look too sure of her answer. The Owner tied the bag in space. `` jump the clock, '' he commanded and the boom lifted her high into the air. She screamed as her fundament went into the middle tank, even though that was the bath water tank. She screamed again as she came out of the armored combat vehicle, or at least she attempted to. Her representative was cut off suddenly as she attempted to inhale through the muddy fabric before being plunged into the freeze armored combat vehicle. She began screaming again as her invertebrate foot hit the frigid water, and was still screaming as her head word went under the surface.

The four men manning the microphone boom were working frantically to keep to the thirty second agenda. They would deteriorate her into a armored combat vehicle and then immediately start moving her back up again. Her screaming finally seemed to be coordinated with their movement. She would holler as she came out of the tank and then clobber her head about as she tried to get another lungfull of air. Then, depending on which armored combat vehicle she was dropped into adjacent, she would either shout all the way into the tank, or screech until she recognized that it was the bath weewee armoured combat vehicle. Her screams were especially loud when she went directly from the freezing water to the scalding water or from the scalding water to the suspend H2O.

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

But the phase hands did n't stop. They moved her so that she was over the tankful of freezing urine. Then they slowly began to let down her into the tank. It took nearly a minute for her capitulum to make the piddle and she was screaming loudly up to the point where her mouth went under water. They drew her back out of the piddle almost as slowly, and again she was screaming all of the way back to the top. Then they stopped. It was totally tranquility in the cabaret except for the continued hum of Debra 's Sybian. The owner said very quietly, `` Wait for it. Wait for it. ``

Suddenly a new screech split the silence. This one was unlike. It was not a scream of terror. It was not a scream of annoyance. Just as The owner had predicted, slave X27 was screaming out in coming as she hung above the tanks which had broken her. The audience drowned out her screams and moans with thundery clapping. The stagecoach paw, still keeping the roar high in the air, rolled the chemical mechanism off stage with the slave still thrashing in coming beneath the boom.

= = = = =

The illumination on stage went down and the illumination on Deborah came up. The Owner walked over and stood next to her. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were held tightly shut. Her physical structure was shaking and quivering.

'' Too soon, '' The proprietor observed. `` We will get back to her in a lilliputian while, but first we are going to do a trivial product evaluation. There have been many unlike spanking motorcar throughout the course of human invention. One Egyptian Pharaoh had one powered by a water wheel that could bunk a slave to decease while he and his invitee feasted and watched. Even today there are many different models on the market, but all of them break down into two BASIC class, the swinging arm and the flail. And for each flair, the implement that actually strikes the skin can be either a paddle, a cane, or a whip. So, in consequence, there are only six different motorcar. We have randomly selected six members of tonight 's audience to help us try these unlike configurations to see which is most in effect. ``

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 subjects, '' he bellowed, and six stage hands pushing six platforms came hustling into the leg area.

On each of the platforms was a lively stock. The nude someone on the political program was kneeling on a padded display panel with their stomach lying on a higher lard platform. There were straps holding their legs in topographic point and a wide leather strap across the pocket-size of their endorse holding them down tightly against the workbench. A slight gap separated the raised area from a short circuit lineage which captured their heading and bridge player. The six test subject area were lined up on stage so that they were facing the audience.

Upright electron beam were attached on either side of the raised padded platform and held an lean mirror high above the trapped person so that the hearing could clearly see each psychometric test subject 's ass. The interview could also see what type of spanking auto was on each political program. For the three on stage right, there were flails. The first of these `` spanking wheels '' held a series of cord- like whip. The second held multiple birch tree switches. The one-third was a serial of leather paddles.

For the three on stage left, there were swinging arm machine. Again, the initiatory was a whip, the second gear was a cane, and the third was a paddle. One dispute between the two approaches was immediately obvious. The flailing type spanking machines needed to use something very whippy, like a whiplash, switch, or leather paddle, while the swing blazonry could use something solid, like a cane or a heavy wooden paddle.

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

'' NO ! '' yelled one of the people in the stocks. She was a woman in her late mid-twenties with what appeared to be naturally blond whisker and very patrician eyes. She also had almost pure whiten skin that would definitely show every stain of the flailing whips which were behind her. `` I did n't volunteer for this ! You put something in my drink and took me backstage while I was unconscious ! I did n't gibe to be up here. I just came to watch over the show. ''

'' Did n't you read your invitation when you got it ? '' asked The Owner sarcastically. `` Did n't you translate the back of the ticket when you came in here ? Both say very clearly that audience phallus must be willing to participate in the stage appearance if asked. You agreed in advance. Once we start, you can cry all you want to, but if you are n't lull until then, we will gag you. '' He paused and looked the scared blonde directly in the eyes, `` And I assure you, that it will be much, much more uncomfortable with a ball gag in your mouth while your ass is being beaten into hamburger. ``

The blonde 's optic remained wide-cut open, as did her backtalk, but she said aught more.

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

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

'' Since all of you will EVENTUALLY break and submit yourselves to me, I think I need to give you a footling motivator to maintain going. This is what is going to happen. The world-class one to submit, gets fucked by a Minotaur - or you can suck him off, your choice. '' He turned to the interview, `` See, I do care about my slave and give them some choices in what happens to them. ``

He turned back to the six now totally terrified mathematical product testers. `` The second one to relegate will be fucked by or will nurse a Centaur. The third a Ram lech. The fourth a caprine animal satyr, better known as a Faunus. The fifth part a Telekhines. And the sixth ... .. ME ! ''

JoAnne leaned tight to David and said, `` The Telekhines built the Devil 's copper. ``

Again he disregarded what she said as meaningless.

The owner turned back to the audience. `` Begin the test, '' he shouted and all six spanking machines burst into action.

'' Who do you think will break low gear ? '' asked David.

'' Are you asking which machine is tough, or which mortal is weakest ? '' 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 swing out arm paddle for basically the same intellect. The swinging arm whiplash and the thresh whip would be succeeding since they sting like mad. The flailing paddles can be absolute torture if they are just the right distance from your ass, but usually they do n't get a honest enough pop to be Sir Thomas More than mildly painful. The flailing canes hurt, but are very erratic. They hit all over the place and not with anywhere near the personnel of a solid cane. ``

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

'' I have a lot of experience, but the person with the most irritating car may not be the first to break. If I had to bet, I would say the pasty-skinned blonde will break first. She does n't look like she is used to pain and the flailing party whip will be more than she can endure for very long. ``

As if to prove her right, the blonde suddenly screamed out, `` I submit. I submit. Please ca-ca it hold on ! Please make it finish ! ``

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

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

'' Suck or fuck ? '' he asked.

'' What ? ``

'' Should I release you so that you can suck the Minotaur 's prick or do I pull up stakes you where you are so it can hump you ? ``

She had to try respective clock time before she could bring herself to say anything. Finally she said, `` exhaust me. I will suck his cock. ``

One stagecoach deal released her while two former stage bridge player led in an extremely great and heavily muscled man in an extremely unknown costume. From about half-way up his chest, his consistency seemed to morph into the caput of a crap. The rest of his body was immense, but more or less normal, except that he had on unusual thrill on that made his feet look like the bisulcate hooves of a Bull. His shoulders also looked like the figurehead haunches of a huge Bull. Keeping in graphic symbol, he snorted and bellowed when he saw the pale youth girl kneeling before him.

She looked at his monstrous face and equally grotesque organ and hesitated, but The Owner said, `` You have one minute or I put you back in the fund and run the flailing whips until they have taken all tegument and muscularity off your ass. ``

The blond dropped to her stifle and reached out to stroke the Minotaur 's case. It 's penis emerged almost immediately. It was exceptionally long, and it 's capitulum was almost more than the blond could get in her oral cavity. As she licked the head, the man in the Minotaur costume started to roar and stamp around and two more stage hands came out to take for him in office. Finally the blond was kneeling in front of him with the tip of his phallus in her mouth. She was working frantically trying to get him off while not being stomped on by his frantic movements.

Suddenly he rushed forward as if he were pushing further into a woman - or a cow from behind. He pushed the hapless light-haired beneath him across the front of the microscope stage, sliding her backwards on her knees, her oral fissure still firmly clamped on his penis. Suddenly she gasped and thick, Theodore Harold White cum spurted from her mouth and olfactory organ. She rolled onto the stage and rose to her metrical unit cough, sputtering and gasping for breath.

'' withdraw them both back to their penitentiary, '' ordered The owner. `` We will transport them later. ``

While the level hands were taking the man in the Minotaur costume and the pale young woman off stage, Richard leaned over to JoAnne and said, `` That costume was phenomenal and the actor seemed almost like a substantial shit. The owner of the baseball club must take access to some really beginning rate makeup artists ... and player. ``

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

Her gossip made no good sense, and Saint David was about to ask what she meant when The proprietor yelled out, `` survey. ``

The spanking machines again came to life-time. It was only a few moments later that another of the bound cleaning lady, this clip a brunet, screamed out her submission. JoAnne 's evaluation of the swing arm cane seemed to be precise. After she verified her compliance, she also chose to suck rather than bonk. `` At to the lowest degree I will endure it, '' she said bitterly.

JoAnne leaned secretive to St. David and commented, `` She really does n't see yet. ''

David was going to ask her to excuse what she meant, but instead just shook his head teacher slightly and returned his care to the brunette who was now kneeling beneath a black horse-like being with a human torso in stead a Equus caballus 's head.

Either she had done something like this before, or she was a fast assimilator from watching the blonde and the Minotaur, because she quickly brought the centaur to climax and make out to get her sassing off his monumental penis before he filled her principal to overflowing with his spunk. As it was, her human face and hair were covered in whitened slime as she knelt in strawman of the elaborately costumed man.

'' To the pen, '' ordered The Owner. Then he called out once again, `` Resume. ``

The four remaining `` examiner '' screamed and cried out, but no one yelled their submission. After about ten minutes, the dirty blond in the flailing coggle political machine screamed, `` No More ! No More ! I submit. I submit. Yes, I will be your interminable hard worker. ``

'' So, '' asked The owner, `` Do you want to know or suck the familiar of Pan ? ``

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

One stage hand removed the simple machine from her platform while two stage hired hand led another strangely costumed man onto the level and brought him around behind her. From the shank down he was a goat or a ram, but from the waist up, he was human, except that he had the vast French horn of a ram germination from his mind. He definitely knew what he was supposed to do. He placed his hands - or was it his front hooves - against the upright ray of light holding the mirror and hunched forward to copulate with the captive girl. She screamed as he entered her and screamed again as he began thrusting. Evidently she had, indeed, screwed unsound, because after a few poke, she was moaning and thrusting back against the lecher 's movements. After a few mo, whatever it was supposed to be brayed loudly and stopped thrusting. She moaned, `` No. No. Do n't block up yet. Not yet. I 'm almost there. ``

The audience laughed and applauded as the stage hands rolled her weapons platform into the darkness.

'' Resume ''

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

'' Will you be my eternal slave ? '' asked The owner, and the man, dropping his school principal, said `` Yes. ``

'' suction or fuck ? ``

In a voice almost too soft to hear, the man answered, `` Suck. ``

This time the stagecoach paw did not give up him from the stocks, but instead brought another costumed man out on leg in front of him. This one was much like the premature Ram Satyr, but had a much kinder face and a smaller body that more closely resembled a humble goat. His horns were also minor and straight. They turned the man 's platform sideways so the audience could see what was happening, and then lifted up the Faunus'hooves so that they were on the man 's back. His goat-like son of a bitch was now in front 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 mother fucker soon spurted into the man 's mouthpiece and across his face.

The man looked like he was going to throw 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 control himself as he was rolled off stage.

'' Two machines left, '' announced The possessor. `` Will the swinging arm whiplash break her first ? Or will the tripping arm paddle breach him ? ``

It was almost twenty minutes before the crowd got their response. The middle-aged woman in the swinging arm whip political 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 torso of a very expectant dog and the mitt of a seal with deep black flippers. He placed his flippers on the woman 's back and howled as he entered her from behind. It was very practically like watching a dog partner. andiron hump at a frenetic rate and this man was imitating the speed of the fastest canine. All the while the woman just lay there passively. She obviously did n't delight what was happening, but as she said, she had `` done zoo before. '' Finally the Telekhines gave a tenacious howling and collapsed across the woman 's back. Stage hands immediately came on stage and began pushing the chopine off the stage. ``

After they had been wheeled away back level, The possessor addressed the remaining man. `` There is no need for you to stay on. You will eventually fall in. Why do n't you just submit to me now ? ``

'' Never, '' sneered the man.

'' Then I will crap you a deal, '' replied The Owner. `` If you can last twenty more minutes with the simple machine set to maximum, I will let you go free. If not, I will accept your entry and then fuck you here on the stage in strawman of all of these people and again every night at my place until side by side Halloween. It is your alternative. Do you wish to submit to me or do you like to bet a year of fucking against your possible exemption ? ``

'' I will never submit. I 'll take in your bet, '' he snarled.

'' CV at maximum, '' yelled The Owner.

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

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

'' Your blood will do for lubrication, '' The Owner said with a laugh, and then opened his pants to reveal one of the largest penises David had ever seen. The man 's screams while he was being paddled were nothing compared to his screams as The proprietor thrust the full length of his dick into his ass.

David said to JoAnne, `` I do n't understand it, he only had to hold on for three Thomas More minutes. He had endured almost an minute of that machine before that. Why would he break when he was so close to freedom. ``

'' You 're decently, '' replied JoAnne in the totally flat voice she had used all evening. `` You do n't understand. There is no exemption. Everything is already set in place. '' The in conclusion chopine was rolled off stage and the stage lights began to dim. `` Let 's check on slovenly woman Deborah, shall we ? '' asked The proprietor. The illumination over in her corner brightened and everyone turned to see what was occurring. She was covered in swither and shaking in the saddleback. Her cries, though greatly muffled by the ball gag, were a series of loud grunts that seemed to be timed with the push of her legs as she tried to lift herself off the political machine. The owner removed the ball gag from her mouthpiece and she cried out, `` No more. No more. It 's too much. It 's too much. I ca n't stick out it. ``

He put the lump gag back in situation and asked, `` Do you present to me ? '' She nodded yes. `` If I let you off that machine will you suck every stopcock in this social club ? '' She nodded yes. `` Will you lap every pussy out there ? '' She again vigorously nodded yes. `` testament you let any man or fair sex out there fuck you in any golf hole in your trunk ? '' She was bouncing and crying as she nodded her mind yes.

'' honorable, '' he said smiling broadly and slightly laughing. `` You will be the after show entertainment for the hearing. You just sit there and relish yourself for another fifteen min or so. The last vista startle at midnight. ``

He then went over to Jacques Louis David 's mesa and said quietly, `` It 's time. ``

'' What do you stand for, 'It 's time .''' asked JoAnne. Her voice was now tense with emotion. Her face was white. Her eyes were wide exposed and staring at David. `` You said nothing would happen to me unless you made it happen 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 eye as two stage 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 last scene plays out, I need to explicate a couple of matter to you about this club. This is a very special nightspot because ... well, because it does n't always exist ... at least not so most people can see it. In fact it only exists completely in your realm on this one day of the year. And no, there is nothing really particular about Halloween as a day, but many mortals believe that there is and that is all that is important. I think you have some experience with that. ``

He paused, but when Jacques Louis David did n't respond he continued. `` In any case, on this one night of the yr, we can invite outside guests into the club - person who are not yet bound to me or to the nine. '' He smiled a very cold smile. `` Some go habitation in the aurora. Most stoppage. You have been invited for a very exceptional rationality. ``

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

'' Have you ever heard of Perillos, the metal worker ? '' asked The owner in response.

St. David sat silent.

'' He was from before your time ..., long before your time ..., but not mine. Anyway, he was a citizen of Athinai, Greece who made a portion selling war machines to the Emperor of Sicilia. He was an gravel metal worker - not as good as the Telekhines, but outstanding for a human. He had an idea that he wanted to betray to the Emperor for the perfect musical instrument of torture. It was a brass bull specially constructed so that the howling of a individual being roasted inside of it would vibrate and sound like the bellowing of a bruiser. It would be a horrible, but very harbour death. ``

He looked directly at Jacques Louis David. `` The Sicilian Emperor bought his design and built the brass strapper. But do you know who the very get-go mortal was to be roasted active inside that Sicilian Bull ? ``

'' No, '' answered David. `` And I do n't know what this has to do with me. ``

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

Saint David looked even more baffled, so The Owner made it clear for him. `` JoAnne is your brass crap. 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 jailbreak and submits herself into eternal slavery to you. But you are amiss because JoAnne does n't really exist. ``

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

'' Yes, it is possible. And if you must insist, yes, she exists, and has for a retentive, long time ..., but the truth is, she is just the Sicilian cop, or should I say the Devil 's copper. JoAnne was the name of the demon who came up with the idea of imprisoning a soul inside what is, in result, a mechanical body. She said it was her own estimation, but I knew that she actually stole the idea from Perillos when she went to bring him to me. So, in honor of him, after the Telekhines had constructed the Devil 's Bull, she was it 's first occupant. That seemed adjustment at the time. She was in there for quite a while until she found soul to replace her. ``

'' There have been many different masses inside the Devil 's cop through the centuries. The individual currently inside JoAnne has spent many age looking for someone to replace her ... or him - I do n't remember which it used to be any more. In any sheath, they have been in there for a foresighted, long, time. The reasonableness that it is so difficult to get out of the Devil 's Bull is that the only way to scat my bull is to regain someone else willing to recruit it - or should I say someone else uncoerced to try to use the daimon 's dogshit as it was intended to be used - as an instrument of overrefinement. ``

The possessor looked almost wistful. `` JoAnne was really a brilliant devil, '' he stated with a grinning of expiation and a nod of his oral sex. `` She made many betterment to Perillos'idea. The beauty of the demon 's shit is that the individual inside of it has a step of dominance over what happens to them as they roam the earth ..., but not add together ascendancy. They can decide where they go, whom they meet, what they do to earn a support. But the thing that they ca n't command is seeking out pain.

The Samson craves infliction. And no issue what they do, the bull will get the botheration it needs. The bull finds the pain, but it is the person inside the bull that feels the pain. The bull craves chagrin and abjection, but it is the soul inside who feels the disgrace. ``

'' It takes a very limited soul to recognize the Bull for what it is and then desire to use it as an instrument of torture. The Leigh Hunt for that individual can take aim decades. There are not many people who deeply take account straining and cognize how to properly inflict true pain. But they do survive. You are substantiation of that. ``

He stared intently at David for a few moment of silence, and then continued, `` When the mortal inside the bull finally finds somebody who wants to use the strapper to inflict uncontrolled pain, degradation, and abasement, then relief valve is unproblematic. All they have to do is get that soul to fall to the club on Halloween night. At midnight, they are released and the new mortal takes their place. I like the transcription, because after a century or so in the bull, the loose one makes a very good and willing servant. They will do anything to go on from going back into the Devil 's Bull. ``

David was trying to understand what The possessor was telling him, but he was having trouble cerebration because his indigestion was pressing hard against the base of his chest of drawers. `` In a few mo, '' continued The Owner, `` JoAnne will be brought out on microscope stage just as you requested. Her oiled, naked eubstance will be suspended just as you envisioned her with her wrists spread encompassing on a broadcaster bar. Her mortise joint will be cuffed to their spreader bar and that will be secured to the floor. Tonight, she will be stretched especially sozzled, and everyone will see her defenseless trunk vibrate from the tension. ``

'' Despite the tenseness stretching her, she will be rid to writhe and buck as the whips crack into her flesh on her battlefront and her back at the like time. She will be devoid to scream and yell and beg for mercifulness. She will be release to finally break and accede to her punisher as her eternal Lord and passe-partout. Everything will be exactly as you imagined it to be except for two ... ... minute of arc contingent. ``

David was beginning to have problem hearing The Owner clearly. The insistence on his breast was becoming unendurable. The Owner 's lyric were becoming muffled and faint, but that did n't stop The Owner from completing what he had to say. `` The commencement 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 indorse thing that will not be as you had imagined is that it will be you hanging from the spreader bar. The mass in the club here tonight, and, after tonight, all the mass of the humankind will see JoAnne - the deuce 's bruiser that encases you - but have no doubtfulness, it will be you. It will be you screaming for mercifulness. 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 innate Lord and headmaster. ``

The insistency exploded in David 's chest and matter went completely shadow. Then suddenly everything was bright once again. In fact, St. David was bathed in bright illumination as spotlights shone down on him from all sides. The pressure in his chest was now gone, replaced by a pulling sensation caused by the spreader bar from which he was hanging with his weapon stretched encompassing apart. He looked down at his breasts trying to perceive what was happening to him. Then the kickoff strikes of the whips crashed into his ass and twat. Doctor MD knew deep in the very pit of his soulfulness what had happened, and Saint David, now JoAnne, screamed the foremost of many screaming that would bellow Forth from the Prince of Darkness 's Bull.

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

A medical examiner walked up to the duo of detective. `` His name is Doctor St. David Sir Ralph David Richardson. He 's a shrink. Nobody in his office has any idea why he was here. He left piece of work early day before yesterday complaining of indigestion. It looks like maybe he had a massive marrow tone-beginning 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 table, and sat there quietly until he died. ``

He paused and then asked, `` Since there 's no signs of defile play, and no apparent crime committed other than possible trespassing, why are two detectives checking out what is very likely a death from natural causes ? ``

'' Chief thinks something is hinky, '' answered one of the detectives. `` The Doc told his secretary he was going out to a lodge business district lowest nighttime with a patient to avail her over her awe. Only trouble is that there is no such club and no such affected role and his medical records shop clerk, a Deborah Wilson, is also missing. ``

'' Unless something else comes up, '' said the other investigator, `` I think this one is going into the 'Weird-Shit-That-Happens-at-Halloween'data 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 practically weird shit happens on Allhallows Eve. ``

He laughed again as he and his help maneuvered the Gurney into the back of his vehicle. `` It 's a beshrew big single file, too, '' he said. `` Good matter Halloween only comes once a twelvemonth. ``

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