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Doctor David Ryan Richardson rose groggily from the sofa in his basement TV room and staggered upstairs to the shower bath. Despite not feeling well, he desperately needed to clean up and get ready for a very special night on the town. He was going to a Hallowe'en party that he could not possibly appropriate himself to miss.

The former morning, for the first clock time ever, he had cancelled all remaining appointments for the day and returned home sick. Unlike many of his doctor admirer, he was almost never sick. That was probably because, unlike most of his Doctor protagonist, he was n't around sick people all of the time, at least not physically disgusted people.

One of the reasons that Jacques Louis David had become a head-shrinker was that metal illness was not contagious - that and the fact that it gave him clear approach 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 parole 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 Saint David Ryan so his initials would be DR. One of his earliest storage was of her telling him that he already had doctor in front of his terminal name, now all he had to do was go one.

nearly citizenry become doc because they want to help hoi polloi, but not David. Jacques Louis David knew very early in his life-time that he did not want to help people. David wanted to hurt citizenry, or at least he wanted to determine multitude suffer. He became a Dr. because his female parent wanted him to turn a doctor, and his mother was deep enough to pay for his health check education and mighty enough that no one, including David, ever went against what Mother Richardson wanted - at to the lowest degree not for very long.

medical checkup school was a incubus for David - especially residency. year were not a trouble. He held a thoroughgoing A average throughout college and med school. David was brilliant - perhaps beyond brilliant, so trying to hear all that a doctor needed to know was not the problem. The problem was .... all those suffering citizenry you were supposed to manage about ... all those worried relative who expected you to `` understand '' ... all those do-gooders continually trying to babble you into a volunteer yr or two in this or that Godforsaken body politic ... and especially, all those wan people coughing and sneezing and oozing their smut and transmission all over you, trying to sweep up you down into the deepness of their pit of woe. For David, THAT was health check school and it was only his awe of his mother 's power that kept him there into his abidance year. abidance was even worse because he had to come into close contact with the puss and pestilence of everyday infirmary life.

There was one shining spot in the thick of that dark hole of blackness called residency, and that was psychiatrical rotation. Most of the former residents dreaded a cycle through psychiatric, but there David found his home. Others would complain of the poor crazy person who looked at them with such pleading centre, begging to be released from that wicked prison house of torment and pain created by their own idea. The sentiency of weakness in the expression of such hopelessness drained the get-up-and-go from almost every early student ..., but not from `` Doctor medico. '' He thrived on it.

The name of the on-call in the psych unit was never written out fully on the contact circuit board. Even the doctor 's replete initials were not used. Instead the initials of their kickoff and in-between names were written on the board in the expansion slot permanently labeled `` Dr. '' When David was on call it read, `` Dr. DR. '' frankincense, St. David became known as `` Doctor Doctor. '' He liked that nickname and often used it to relate to himself.

The other occupant soon learned that Dr. Doctor was willing to trade assignments, and by making regular trades, David was able, for the most parting, to invalidate the rule ward which he hated, and the others were able to head off the psych ward which they hated. It was a perfect arrangement. Normally, the oversight doctors would have objected to such continual barter, but David seemed to be such a natural in the psych ward and to have such a resonance with the patient role, that they let it slide.

The other residents, and even some of the supers, were amazed that, when assigned to daily chemical group academic session for the `` lasting resident patients, '' he could sit and listen for hours to them tell their Saami tale of woe over and over again. What they did not know is that Jacques Louis David was n't really listening to what these demented soul had to say. Instead, he was warming himself in the glow of the pain and suffering that exuded from their bodies with every word they spoke. That 's why Doctor doctor was not worn down by these useless endeavor at therapy as were almost every other resident forced to participate in these sessions with the lost and unreachable. Instead, as he sat amongst their pain, he was fed ... nourished ... invigorated ... by the fete of despair and anguish laid before him, which he sucked greedily into his body.

He sought and was accepted into a good, four year psychiatric residency, and following that went into partnership with a Psychiatrist at the hospital who was nearing retirement. During his four age of residency and another four eld of partnership, Doctor physician honed his techniques of counseling and therapy, but more importantly he perfected his technique of selecting, using and abusing certain, specific patients.

It was a given that Psychiatrists, male person and female, would use their position to get a little sexual gratification once in a spell. As long as it was n't too blatant, and as long as there were no public lawsuits, such body process was treated with a blind eye. But sex did not prey and quicken David. Inflicting pain did, and that type of mistreatment of patient role was not treated so leniently.

Doctor Doctor extensively read the histories of Dr., attorney, teachers, minister of religion, and others who had been brought down by mistreatment of those entrusted to them. The lesson he learned from that record book was sack. If he mistreated everyone, eventually everyone would know. If he mistreated a few, several would be intimate and would validate each other 's stories 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 evidence against him, the unsound that could happen would be a situation where it was the word of ONE certifiably deranged mortal against that of a well-regarded and highly honor Doctor of the Church of Psychiatry who had worked so hard to help so many mass - all of whom were will to publically attest on his behalf.

At first David selected multitude with masochistic leaning, preferably with suicidal overtones. Such hoi polloi would allow him to hurt them emotionally, physically, and mentally because, deep down, they enjoyed it. But doc medico found these kinship did not feed him adequately or warm the coldness that often permeated his soul. The flicker of the flaming of pain and suffering within these people was actually infirm, and all too often that flame was overwhelmed by the ardor of the pleasure of release that came within or after the pain. That fire of pleasance did not feed David. It burned him and drove him away.

It was a persona of David 's plan from the very beginning that if a puppet was not satisfactorily working out, or if he had just grown tired of them, he would dispose of them. That sounds unmanageable and risky in and of itself, but when a mentally unbalanced somebody is standing on the edge of the cliff of self-destruction, it is remarkably well-off for someone, properly trained and skilled, to labor them over that precipice while at the same time 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 puppets went over the drop-off before Doctor Dr. finally refined his survival of the fittest criterion. He discovered that he did not want a masochist who was drawn to ail because of the enjoyment it gave them - despite the cost of that enjoyment. What Doctor David needed, and carefully sought out, was a botheration nut who was drawn to pain because they needed it - despite the fact that they derived absolutely no pleasure from it.

Some masochists progress - or regress - into pain in the ass addict. St. David had even helped one or two make that transition. It starts when the person is no longer driven by the pleasure of being in hurting, but rather by the unbearable distraint of NOT being in pain. Like a junky craving a fix, they begin to lust painfulness just to make the distress of withdrawal go away. And exactly like a nut building up a tolerance, the pain they crave becomes more and more knockout in orderliness to apply them their fix. Eventually it gets to a point where they no longer deduct any delight at all from the pain sensation, but are driven solely by the fact that the pain of being without hurting is worse than the nuisance of being in pain. That is usually the point where they self destruct or assay soul to put down them.

Although Dr. Jacques Louis David knew that it was an unsufferable pursuit, he dreamed of someday finding the perfect playing period tool. He even knew exactly what the perfect child's play puppet would be. That sadist 's unholy Holy Grail would be someone addicted to anguish, but not willing to end their distress through the tough road of therapy and modus vivendi variety that would loose them from their dependence. At the same time that soul would not be leave to end their agony through the simple road of ending their own liveliness. This ambivalence trapped that person permanently in the prison of their own mind. This mortal would seek pain, but then shriek in avowedly torture when that pain was received. The warmth given off by that kind of annoyance and suffering could nourish David for a long, long time.

seven-spot calendar month ago, Doctor Doctor was growing tired of his latest play puppet and gave her the final tap at the top of the precipice. He often did pro-bono workplace. Shelly was a `` Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae case. '' His counseling with her was non-fee. He even arranged to pick up the parcel of her in-house treatments that the entitlement programs did n't encompass. When she committed suicide, outwardly he was devastated that someone he had worked so hard to save had taken their own life history 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 taper out an clause in the newspaper publisher about someone who had been hit by a bus, and then add, `` At least it was over so fast he did n't suffer. One minute he was here, the next in he was in obliviousness. ``

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

Saint 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. Dr. Doctor had waited until after the school term had wrapped up and the vertical flute were turned off to accidentally pluck up the composition lying on his desk and make his input. No video recording or audio was running, so nothing would come along in the platter track should anyone ever take the fourth dimension or effort to go looking.

tierce hebdomad later, the grenade exploded. Shelly was going to exercise. She stood at her bus stop and watched the limited bus coming. She knew it was n't going to blockade. It was n't even going to slow down. It never did. But then, as it approached, suddenly the image of a quick door into oblivion flashed into her mind. She closed her oculus, took a deep hint, and stepped off the curb.

David had the front man pageboy history on the break room bulletin circuit card for several weeks, but took it down because he was afraid that mortal might notice that he smiled deeply whenever he looked at it. Now it was in a leaflet in the stand on his desk. He knew it was there, and he knew what it said. That was all that was essential. His smile was just as broad as he glanced at that leaflet. In fact, the other day just looking at that folder had caused him to suddenly require to predict Debra, the disc clerk, into his office to review some case records.

Debra was a sex addict whom St. David had `` cured. '' At to the lowest degree her husband and her family thought that she was cured because she no longer wore provocative clothing or snuck out of the firm at night to troll the bars. What he had actually done, however, was to change her addiction from general sex to sex with him. Those meek, loose trying on wearing apparel and skirts that she wore were merely to disguise the fact that while at piece of work she wore nothing under them except a dildo harness that kept plugs firmly in place in her cunt and ass.

She was not a `` play marionette '' for his sadistic joy, but merely a `` normal '' doctor-patient sexual release like various others whom he occasionally used. He had cultivated each of them carefully and was fairly sure that none of them would expose him, but even if they did, such dirt would, at worst, bring a letter of censure from his peer review board. More probable it would be just a `` strongly worded verbal warning, '' and a notation in his records that `` a client complaint had been investigated. ``

Debra had removed the harness and both dildos before coming up to the office. David had texted her to say that he needed to reexamine `` two files. '' That meant he wanted her available for immediate sex. `` A fast review of a case '' meant to allow the harness in place because all he wanted was a quick blow job under his desk. `` Several single file, '' or `` some case record, '' meant he actually needed record work done.

Debra was a properly trained checkup records clerk. It was her job, among other affair, to load the disks into the record-keeper at the outset of the day. For some complex legal reason, the recorder had to be in the Same room as the camera and microphone, so that meant going to David 's office first matter each break of the day to tuck the properly labeled disc. It also meant returning to the spot after the last appointment of the day to remove the record and file them. An `` overnight phonograph recording '' was always left in the machine so that the MD could put down any emergency or eventide session. The disks were not the only things inserted in the morning. Debra would set the disk cause on a chair, reach up under her dress, remove her white `` granny panty, '' and helping hand them to David. She would then interchange the apparel up over herself, turn over and place her hands on the storey 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 bump off 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 outback controlled so that sexual Passion could build up up as David toyed with her during the day if he so desired. The distant connected to the internet so Doctor Doctor of the Church could entree it from anywhere he was, even outside the building.

For several days following Shelly 's death, Jacques Louis 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 afternoon he had found the need for a fast recap of a shell. Debra knew that something was unlike when, on one of those occasions, he had her funnies completely and lay over his desk rather than just flipping her skirt over her backbone. She squirmed and grunted as she tried desperately to remain unruffled while his hands squeezed her breasts forcing her higher and higher into orgasmic bliss.

Three twenty-four hour period 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 casing that baffled him. He thought it was more in St. David 's champaign 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 tariff at a street corner and slapped her in the face. Then she resisted arrest by kicking the policeman between the legs. The fact that it was a female person officer made the officer 's answer no less tearing. JoAnne had suffered two nutty rib and pepper atomiser burns to the face and middle plus a tazer sunburn to the side when she still would not break off kicking and flailing.

There were no drugs in JoAnne 's system. She appeared very normal and courteous in court and passed all psychiatrical evaluations. What brought about the court-ordered therapy was primarily the fact that JoAnne, after collapsing to the dry land 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 musical accompaniment officer 's rating was `` That bitch is crazier than a crack harlot. ``

Dr. Morrison 's evaluation was a little more clinical, but no to a lesser extent biting. `` She 's not truly a masochist, '' he told David. `` We did the fully monitored epitome screening with pussy investigation and everything. The physical tests say she receives no pleasure or sexual stimulation from pain, but the mental mental 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 pillowcase ? ``

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 wedge the officer to vote out her. But at the like metre she knew and expressed the fact that she was addicted to anguish. In Dr. Morrison 's short summary, Dr. Doctor could see that JoAnne was an addict who wanted a fix, not a cure. Hopefully, he could hold her dancing on the bound of wipeout for many years.

She was going to be the drama creature of all play puppets, but first he had to make her his. And he had to impress slowly. One does not suddenly grab the infernal grail as if it were a common cup of tea. One caresses it and strokes it and slowly works one 's manpower around it until it is yours.

After his sessions with JoAnne, Saint David would take copy of the record home and listen to them while he masturbated himself or had sex with his sex freak neighbor. The neighbor was also one of his erstwhile patients whom he had groomed for his sexual sacking. Her moving in next threshold was not an accident. For individual who could easily manipulate someone else into killing themselves, maneuvering someone into moving next door when the theater was up for sales event was tiddler 's play.

Besides, her husband was a division of her illness and did n't really want her to improve. He enjoyed the opinion of her having sex with former men as long as she made the pretense of keeping it cloak-and-dagger from him and from the earthly concern. She would add up home smelling of sex and cigarettes and want him to roll in the hay 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 change that ?

Whenever sweet acacia came over to David 's theatre, her husband would order himself she was coming over for therapy. But then he would wee-wee her show him the whiplash and paddle scratch on her ass when she came habitation. Sometimes he would wait for her on the plump for 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 plate. Then he would catch her at the rearwards room access, push her across the deck table and fuck whichever hole did not possess cum oozing from it.

After JoAnne had been in therapy for various weeks, she began talking about `` The Devil 's Doorstep. '' David was comrade with all of the sexually oriented clubs in town because at least one of his patient role belonged to each of them, but he had never heard of The devil 's Doorstep.

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

David let the matter driblet for the moment, planning to pursue it further later. The following Friday afternoon, JoAnne again mentioned the gild and went on to trace a pain in the neck session she had experienced there the previous night in which she had agreed to be used by `` The Whipmaster. ``

'' He is so Lord, '' she said dreamily. `` Or maybe I should say Devilish. He likes to string two of us up on spreader ginmill with our hands and ankles spread wide and then pull us up off the base so we are suspended veneer each other while our ankle spreader prevention are firmly anchored to the floor at both ends. That way we can shake and tickle all we want, but we ca n't recoil our leg or flail our weapons system and we are always lined up properly for his whips. ``

She took a late breath. It was as close as Jacques Louis David had seen to sexual stimulation from her. `` Then he stands there with a whip in each hand and sees which of us he can get to scream the loudest. He 's good - very commodity, and can hit from top to toes. He can even swing the whips between us and snap nipples or pussy. The painfulness is unbelievable when he pops you exactly on a mamilla or ... ... your clit. He keeps going until one of us yells out our safeword. ``

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

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

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

She gasped as she came through the doorway. She could see JoAnne 's book binding ... and leg ... and breasts. Actually, she could see all of JoAnne since she was bent over sliding her slacks to the ground 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 touch them if you want. It might give me my day-by-day fix. Then I wo n't ingest to go out and get someone to scramble me tonight. ``

'' Diane, please digest next to me, '' David instructed, `` I want a witness to the fact that I am touching these wheal solely to observe the patient 's reaction to my contact. ``

David, in a very professional manner, reached out his mitt and lightly brushed a deep purple welt that ran along the joining peak between JoAnne 's dorsum and the upper destiny of her ass cheeks. Speaking to the vertical flute, he said, `` Let the patient role record book note that the affected role reacted in pain, not pleasure at the jot. There was no indicant of sexual arousal in the face, mammilla or venereal area. ``

The Saami could not be said for David. He made indisputable to ferment away from Diane before she could see the ridgepole beginning to form in the front of his pant. Seating himself behind his desk, he said, `` Diane, please facilitate JoAnne re-dress herself. I think that we will end this academic term early. It would also be a good idea to bear Debra hail up here and switch disks early so that I am sure that this goes into the records properly. Would you please call her and narrate her that I have two files that I need to review with her immediately, please ? ``

Diane waited for JoAnne to finish dressing and then accompanied her out into the waiting way. A few minutes later, Debra entered the billet. `` Naked, on the desk, '' was all that David said. He `` reviewed both single file '' very forcefully with her before letting her up from the desk and sending her back to the record area.

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

Diane looked puzzled. David tapped the calendar on his desk, `` Halloween, '' he said. `` I can show you fifty different study that say that synodic month and weather changes and holidays like Allhallows Eve have no affect on mental illness. But they think it does - tapping his appointment Book - and that is all that matters. ``

'' I know Thursday is Allhallows Eve, '' answered Diane. `` But the electronic scheduling broadcast is set to automatically hold on quad open a week before and a workweek after Halloween. Your schedule is reasonably clear right hand 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 amercement, '' answered David, `` but check with me before filling any more expansion slot. We may have to prioritize appointments. ``

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JoAnne was David 's showtime appointment for the week. She was already in the wait room when he arrived at 8:30 on Mon dayspring. Diane said, `` She was here when we opened the threshold at 8:00. ``

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

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

'' Now, now, '' he replied in his best I'm-showing-that-I-care-about-you vocalism. `` tell me Sir Thomas More about this so I can realize what is happening. ``

'' Thursday is Allhallows Eve, '' she answered.

'' And .... ''

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

'' And .... ''

'' Visitors are welcome. New hoi polloi are invited. ``

'' And ... ''

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

'' remove you time, '' 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 middle. `` It 's a 'no limits night'at the society. If you go up on stagecoach on Halloween night, you are there until you break. And that does n't think of yell-a-safeword break, because safewords are n't honored on a no limits night. On Hallowe'en, you go until you are totally broken, and that means submit-to-slavery broken. Whatever is happening support happening until you are totally go and are volition to do anything to anybody or for anybody just to stimulate it bar. If I go up onto that stage Th dark, I will add up off that stage a striver. ``

'' The solution sounds simple, '' observed David, `` just do n't go up on 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 help myself. I will go to the club and I will go up on that stage, '' she dissolved again into choked son of a bitch, `` ... and I will be broken. ``

'' JoAnne, '' David began, `` just about any early clip of the year, I could get you in for a 72 hour evaluation with no problems, but this is Halloween. The Ward will be packed. In the meantime, I will bet into some things and see what I can do. Let 's Bible you back for Midweek cockcrow, first off appointment. OK ? ``

JoAnne nodded her oral sex, wiped away her rent and said, `` Thank you. I knew you would understand. ``

Doctor Dr. understood. He understood very clearly that somehow he was taking her to that club and he, not The Whipmaster, was going to bump her down completely and capture her as his striver forever.

'' JoAnne ? '' he said before she could reach the door, `` Do you remember it would be potential for you to give me contact information for the Devil 's doorsill ? I think it would be a in effect idea if I could tattle to the owner or manager and study something out. ``

'' Of course, doctor, '' she replied as she took her smart phone from her handbag. I will text them and ask them to contact you. What issue should I give them ? ``

David gave her his auto-forward number. It came up on his cellphone as an entry call, but the caller did not acknowledge his true number. There were a lot of reasons for using a promotion number like that, primary of which was that his positioning could not be easily pinged or traced by any law enforcement authorities.

A few moments 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 make out to the club as a invitee Thursday eventide. I will impart 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 exclusive word `` Done. '' Then his GPS curriculum self started and an destination and map point appeared on the sieve giving the localization of the nightspot. He knew the area well, but had never seen anything that looked like a club in that seedy, rundown area of town.

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

Before he left the business office, he texted JoAnne. `` I will be with you tomorrow Nox. Please converge me in front of my office building at nine o'clock tomorrow nighttime and I will subscribe to you someplace where nothing can happen to you unless I allow it. Does that workplace for you ? ``

Her reply was `` Done. ''

'' They must use that a lot in her circle of friends, '' he thought to himself as he closed the connexion. Immediately after putting his phone back into his air hole, 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 eventide with great pleasure and prevision. As he dressed, he could see JoAnne strung up on stage, au naturel and sudation, her body striped with wheal and cutting off, screaming to be allowed to submit to him as his eternal slave. He savored that epitome as he splashed some cologne water on his face and checked his hairsbreadth in the mirror. Then it was time to go.

Doctor David Ryan Richardson, Doctor doc, pulled up in straw man of his office construction at exactly 9:00 pm on Halloween night. He was hoping that JoAnne was on prison term or at least not too late. He did n't like waiting.

He need not have worried. JoAnne stepped from the dark of a tree in movement of the building as he pulled up to the curb.

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

'' You need to hope me, '' answered David. `` We are going to The Prince of Darkness 's doorsill. ``

'' NO ! '' screamed JoAnne, her side suddenly full of fearfulness. She started to get out of the car, but the threshold would n't unlock from her side. That was one of the many modifications Jacques Louis David had paid to have done to his Mercedes rightfield after he purchased it. former modifications included removing the inner release from the trunk and modifying the seatbelts - early than the drivers - so that they could be electronically locked using a release on the dah. JoAnne 's doorway would n't unlock and she could n't undo her seat belt.

'' Do n't panic. Do n't panic, '' he said in his composure, sooth-the-patient voice. This is right. It is really no unlike than me taking someone who is afraid of heights up to the reflexion deck at the top of a tall building. In order to capture your fears, you need to front your fears - but in a secure way. Remember, I will be with you. ``

He took her hand with his veracious hand and with his left turned her straits so that they were eye to eye. `` You will be in my manus, '' he assured her. `` nothing will happen to you unless I make it come about to you. ``

Had JoAnne known the confessedly consequence of those words, her fear would experience turned to terror, but instead she calmed down and asked, `` testament you protect me ? ``

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

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

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

Jacques Louis David was surprised when they arrived at the golf club. He was somewhat comrade with this neighborhood and had never seen any indication of a club in the region, but then he noticed the wide alley 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 buffet car next room access since it had advertizing for them in the blacked out windowpane, but now the full building face was folded back like a immense door to unveil a wide bowling alley and the marqueed entranceway to a nightspot that was apparently located behind the front buildings. The letters on the marquee, which were red and were intended to look as if they were dripping roue, spelled out `` The Devil '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 ? ``

David paused for a here and now trying to link what she had just said, but then extended his arm and said, `` Ready ? ``

In answer, JoAnne took his offer arm and began walking down the back street with him toward the club entrance.

The Devil 's Doorstep was everything that you would expect an `` underground '' BDSM club to be. It was slightly dark, slightly unkept, and smelled more than slightly of old butt and stale alcohol. When he gave his figure to the hostess, she said, `` Of track MD Richardson. We have a battlefront row mesa waiting for you. delight postdate 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 straightforward back from his forehead came over to the tabular array and said, `` Welcome to my club. I am The owner. Tonight you are a visitor. Perhaps you will join and come in on former nighttime as well. ``

From his idiom, it was seeming that English language was not his first language, but David could not target exactly where the accent was from. It sounded somewhat European, but had overtones of the Mideast or even the Orient. The Owner 's seventh cranial nerve features were also not specific to any one racial or ethnic group. It was almost as if he were a portmanteau of all the creation 's racial and ethnic groups.

The proprietor then bent down close to David 's ear and said softly, `` Her 's will be the lastly 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 load my permit and abide open until three or four in the morning. ``

David took in a deep breath as he savored the picture of JoAnne screaming beneath the whip for three or four continuous hours. The proprietor stood back up and said loudly, `` Order anything you would like. The first cycle of drinks are on the house for limited invitee like you. '' He smiled and walked off to verbalize with other tables.

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

'' He was just telling me that there was a price reduction on a lifespan membership. ``

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

Again Jacques Louis David could n't quite tie what JoAnne had said, but he had long ago learned to dribble out any comments from his patients that did n't make sense. He dismissed further thought about it from his mind as the house lights began to dim and the visible radiation on the stagecoach region brightened.

The proprietor stepped out into the light. `` Ladies and gentlemen, our initiatory aspect tonight will help resolve a domestic difference of opinion that has arisen from two switches falling in lovemaking for each early. '' He laughed and shrugged in a Mediterranean kind of way. `` Sometimes balance in a relationship is not all it is made out to be. In this case, neither is hard enough to overwhelm and conquer the other, but at the same time, neither is washy enough to submit themselves to someone not significantly stronger than themselves. Perhaps they would birth been saucy to select a different nighttime, but tonight they have come to me, The proprietor, to assist them conclude their return. ``

A man and woman walked out onto the point area. They were both raw and both had constraint cuffs on their wrists and ankle joint. Two solidifying of cable television lowered from the ceiling. Each set was attached to opposite ends of a steel pipe. Another organ pipe was clipped just below the one to which the cables were attached. Stage hands hurried out and detached the indorsement pipe from each rig. The man stood beneath one pipage, the woman stood beneath the mo. The stage paw attached their articulatio radiocarpea to the pipes and then turn away down and attached their ankle to the endorsement organ pipe which was now laying on the ground. The two curing of cable's length rose back up into the air until the feet of both mass were off the footing. The stage hand then attached short cables from the ends of the lower pipe to attachment points on the stage floor. The cables then continued their up apparent movement until both the man and the charwoman were obviously held taut.

'' Tonight, one of these star-crossed lovers will present to the other. '' announced The proprietor. `` And The Whipmaster will facilitate them determine who will give in to whom. '' He paused to let a figure dressed completely in black leather occur onto the leg. `` Whipmaster, if you please .... ''

The figure in black snapped two whips rapidly several sentence in succession toward the consultation and then turned so that he was facing the two hoi polloi hanging circularise eagle. He made a quick motion with his arms and articulatio radiocarpea. The lash crack echoed through the room, followed a import later by the scream of both parties. With careful stride, allowing the couple on plentifulness of time to absorb the pain of one strike and anticipate or dread the bite of the next, The Whipmaster repeated that activity four more than times. Then he went to the other side of the couple and began once again.

'' He 's switching sides so the whiplash hand switching from one someone to the other. '' explained JoAnne. `` Believe me, he is exactly the Saami with either deal, but some mass have trouble accepting that, so he makes sure that both side get equalise treatment from either deal. ``

David was n't keeping counting of the blows, but he thinks it was around xxv or 30 that the man suddenly screamed out, `` I submit. I submit. ``

The proprietor came out on microscope stage and asked him, `` Do you submit yourself totally to this woman to be her slave from this metre forward and forever ? ``

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

The possessor 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 slave, '' answered The proprietor as he brushed his hand against the man 's put up member. `` You want to be a hard worker, and you seem to care pain ... up to a point. But did you not read the solid contract when you signed it ? This is a extra Nox. It is Halloween. There are no limits. Every scene goes until the person pause. ``

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

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

turn once again to The Whipmaster, The proprietor issued a terse, 1 word dictation, `` Continue ! ``

The Whipmaster 's pace was now often faster, and he did n't finish 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 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 light and asked, `` Do you relegate to me ? Are you my hard worker now and forever ? ``

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

The possessor turned to the Whipmaster and said, `` move over my slaves fifty lashes to remind them that I am The Owner. Then involve them down and put them outside in the alley. Tie them to the slave post. I will cull them up later. '' The fair sex screamed through all fifty strokes. The man passed out after about twenty, but even unconscious mind, he still had a vast erection.

'' Masochists, '' muttered David. `` They will probably fuck each former senseless all night in that alley waiting for their new captain to come and lay claim them. ``

'' Our adjacent 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 cleaning lady found out about us through her smart headphone. ``

He made another Mediterranean facial gesture. With his eyebrows raised and his mouth formed into an exaggerate scowl, he continued, `` It seems she installed a special hacker app on her phone that infected other phones and allowed her to monitor any incoming and outgoing text on any person 's earpiece who had ever texted her. In this showcase, she read my schoolbook to her employer 's earphone. She contacted me because she craves sex and her current situation limits the sum of money of sex she can receive. She says she has never been able to get enough sex. She wanted to do on our phase on this limited, Halloween, no-limits nighttime in hope that she could ingest unlimited sex. ''

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

After a rather long pause he continued, `` Yes, Lady and valet, she will get exactly what she asked for. She will get her regard for unlimited sexual stimulation. I present to you Slut Deborah. ``

David was very seldom surprised by anything, but when his records clerk walked out onto the stage naked, his sassing dropped spread out. She stood there for a few moments very unsure of what she was supposed to do, but then two stage helping hand wheeled a small weapons platform out onto the stage with what appeared to be a half-barrel on the top of it. There was a large pinko phallus sticking straight up from the top. Two stage hands lifted Debra up off her feet and set her on the platform.

'' That 's a Sybian female masturbation machine in sheath you 've never seen one, '' explained JoAnne. David had seen pictures and some TV of their use, but this was the first time he had seen one in somebody. He had never been motivated to investigate them because they gave joy, not pain.

Debra knew what to do and she straddled the machine in a kneel position and lowered herself down onto the dildo. The two stage men then began securing her to the chopine. They attached a widely leather swath around her waist that had two large D gang on each English 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 put up herself up. Then they put panoptic restraining manacle 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 minuscule clover clamp on her nipples with burnished silver medal weights hanging from them. By the fourth dimension they were finished, Debra was breathing surd and starting to grind her crotch into the machine -- and it was n't even plugged in yet.

The Owner stepped to the front of the point and addressed the audience. `` It takes pleasure a little longer than pain to break someone, but it will be interesting to watch as the Night goes on. '' He then walked with the platform as the two stage paw rolled it to an area just off to one side of meat of the point. A small glare, slightly wispy than the stage lights came up to fall the area.

After the stage deal had plugged in the Sybian, The possessor picked up the remote and activated the motors. A easygoing hum filled the room and Debra started rocking slightly back and forth with the sensations. `` That looks enjoyable, '' he said. `` But Slut Deborah said she wanted UNLIMITED sexual input. '' He looked up at the audience and smiled broadly before continuing, `` There are actually limit to almost everything, including this grand machine, but lets see what a Sybian does on its utmost settings. ``

The hum became louder and Debra 's eyes flew fully open. Her backtalk formed a perfect O as she gasped and drew in late lungfulls of air. Then she almost immediately began to culminate. The sinewy sense were more than she could abide. She tried to buck and overturn her body to escape the dildo rotating inside her, but the belt held her firmly in shoes. She twisted back and Forth on the saddle, but she could not escape the intense vibrations. The Sybian 's combining of vibration and internal stimulation drove her into another intense climax. She threw back her head and a prospicient `` Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh '' escaped her rim. This was insufferable. She was already in orgasm, but at the Saami time was being driven high 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 former scene, do n't you ? '' He gave a hand signal and the two leg hands came over and forced a prominent clump gag into Debra 's mouth. She tried to baulk them, but could do little with her arms held smashed at her sides by the smash. `` I think we will suss out on her occasionally throughout the night to see how she is doing, '' said The Owner.

Doctor MD was now watching raptly. He could feel the fellow fondness of fear and bother, and yet Barbra was experiencing joy, or at least she appeared to be experiencing pleasure.

'' You 're a man. You would n't sympathise, '' said JoAnne. `` A female coming is a combination of joy AND pain. Your nervous system overload and every wizard is there all at the same time. If you push too far into an orgasm, your consistence ca n't stand it and it starts blocking the pleasance. The annoyance, however, just keeps going. If she stays on that automobile long enough, it will become one of the virtuous variety of agony a womanhood 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 light on Debra dimmed back so that she was visible, but almost in darkness. The visible light on the stagecoach came up once again. `` Our adjacent scene is very personal to me, '' began The owner. One of my own indentured slaves who is half-way through her contract bridge made me an pass I could n't pass up. She has an extreme, almost improbable allowance for annoyance, and was unforced to bet me that I could n't soften her in thirty minutes. She has withstood The Whipmaster 's swell efforts for over three hours, so she is pretty surefooted that I could not come in up with anything that would interrupt her in merely half hour. But I think I can, so I took the bet. ``

'' The wager is simple. If she lasts the full half-hour, she is free from her bondage. If I break her, she is mine forever. Let 's bring out hard worker X27. ``

A very beautiful girl stepped out onto the stage. She was totally nude - `` totally '' as in no article of clothing, no pilus between her leg, no hair on her head, no eyebrows, not even the soupcon of fuzz on her forearms. To be Sir Thomas More naked she would take in had to have been skinned and standing there in just her muscle. She stood there looking very sniffy and sure-footed and self-confident. When The Owner asked, `` Are you cook ? '' 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 make we will begin. Put your hands above your heading and get the picture the bar when it comes down to you. ``

Little Joe stage hands had moved a rather strange looking machine out onto the leg behind her. It looked like a much larger and foresighted version of the kind of lift that you would use to need an engine out of a car. The godsend was at to the lowest degree twenty feet long. There was a great tripod-like nucleotide and a rather monumental counter weighting on the constituent of the boom that extended past the Base. The boom was lowered so that a trapeze-like bar hung just above striver X27 's head. She reached up and grasped it with both hands. The phase crew then taped her bridge player in place with several layers of camo duck mag tape. After making sure that she was secure, they lifted her up off the terra firma and moved her through the air to the sharpness of the stage.

While she was in the air, a small forklift pushed something out to the heart of the stage. It was a large plexiglass tank about three human foot across and seven fundament magniloquent. It was apparently filled with water supply. The forklift left the leg and returned with another tank, and then another. A stage mitt connected what appeared to be electrical or ascendance cable length from the armored combat vehicle to something off stage.

The owner walked over to next to the suspended slave. He made a deal motility and she was lowered until her infantry almost touched the ground. Two stage hands carried in something that looked like a heavy bar of alloy about two feet long. They set it down with a resound clang just in front of the striver 's infantry and, using two very unforesightful chains, cuffed her feet to the bar so that she was more or less standing on it.

'' That bar weighs sixty pound, '' explained The Owner. `` Not only will it keep her legs together so they will enroll the tanks properly, it will get sure that she sinks immediately in the piss. ``

He then turned to the slave. `` I know that you once almost drowned and revere water. I know that you hate wintertime 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 piss at 34 degrees Fahrenheit, what most people would moot freezing. The second is at 94 degrees, what most people would count the optimum bath temperature. The third is at 125 degrees, just below what would immediately blister your skin. You will not love which tankful you are going into until your human foot hit the water. It might be freezing. It might be scalding. It might be just right on. But regardless, you are going into the tank until your pes - or at least the bar beneath your feet - hits the bottom of the tank. That would put the piss degree ... '' Reaching up his deal and holding it a piffling above her head, he finished, `` ... about right there. ``

striver X27 no longer looked so confident.

One of the stage hands came out carrying a piece of cloth of some sort. `` We are going to put this bag over your head for two rationality, '' explained The proprietor. `` One, you wo n't be able-bodied to see which armoured combat vehicle you are being dropped into, and two, as you come out of the tank, it will be wet. When you try to catch one's breath through it, it will most likely trigger the drowning physiological reaction because your body will think you are still under weewee ... or that you are being waterboarded at some government interrogation center. ''.

'' We will be switching army tank every 30 secondment, so you will live the armored combat vehicle sixty clock time in XXX bit. If you endure, you are gratuitous. 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 interview, and added quickly, `` I would n't say that. ``

fear approaching infrangible brat now showed in the slave 's aspect. It was obvious that it was not going to take sixty dunks in the cooler to break her. The proprietor held the bag in front line of her as he spoke. `` I will break 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 hard worker. You get sexual satisfaction out of being my slave. I am so sure of this, that I will portend to this interview that once you have broken, and you no longer have any reason to veil that fact, you will cum for me as you are slowly dipped in and out of the freezing water army tank. Remember, when you break, the succeeding tank will be a very slow trip through the freeze water and we will see if I am right. ``

The slave was slowly shaking her promontory in disagreement with what he had said as he lowered the bag over her nerve, but she did n't look too sure of her reply. The owner tied the bag in place. `` Start the clock, '' he commanded and the roaring lifted her senior high into the air. She screamed as her feet went into the midway tank, even though that was the bath water tankful. She screamed again as she came out of the armoured combat vehicle, or at to the lowest degree she attempted to. Her vocalism was cut off suddenly as she attempted to inhale through the waterlogged cloth before being plunged into the freeze tank. She began screaming again as her understructure hit the frigid water, and was still screaming as her heading went under the surface.

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

The clock read just under 20 minutes when she broke. David was truly amazed she had lasted that long. `` I submit ! I submit ! I surrender ! Please terminate ! Please arrest ! Please cease ! '' she screamed as soon as she started to occur out of the water.

But the degree hands did n't stop. They moved her so that she was over the armoured combat vehicle of freezing piddle. Then they slowly began to bring down her into the tank. It took nearly a minute for her capitulum to strive the water and she was screaming loudly up to the point where her mouth went under water. They drew her back out of the body of water almost as slowly, and again she was screaming all of the way back to the top. Then they stopped. It was totally quiet down in the club except for the continued humming of Debra 's Sybian. The Owner said very quietly, `` Wait for it. delay for it. ``

Suddenly a new scream split the silence. This one was different. It was not a shriek of threat. It was not a screech of pain. Just as The Owner had predicted, striver X27 was screaming out in orgasm as she hung above the tankful which had broken her. The audience drowned out her shriek and groan with earsplitting applause. The stage hands, still keeping the gravy high in the air, rolled the chemical mechanism off stage with the slave still thrashing in orgasm beneath the boom.

= = = = =

The lights on stagecoach went down and the light 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 torso was shaking and quivering.

'' Too soon, '' The owner observed. `` We will get back to her in a little patch, but first we are going to do a niggling product evaluation. There have been many different spanking machines throughout the trend of man innovation. One Egyptian Pharaoh had one powered by a piddle wheel that could beat a slave to death while he and his guests feasted and watched. Even today there are many different modeling on the grocery, but all of them break down into two canonic categories, the swinging arm and the flail. And for each style, the implement that actually strikes the skin can be either a paddle, a cane, or a whip. So, in effect, there are only six unlike auto. We have randomly selected six appendage of tonight 's audience to help us test these unlike configurations to see which is most efficacious. ``

He moved to the meat of the leg and held his cupped hand up along side his mouth as if he were shouting a keen distance. `` Bring on the test content, '' he bellowed, and six stage hands pushing six platforms came hustling into the stage area.

On each of the platforms was a spank stock. The au naturel soul on the platform was kneeling on a padded panel with their stomach lying on a eminent padded chopine. There were straps holding their wooden leg in seat and a wide of the mark leather strap across the small of their hind holding them down tightly against the bench. A slender gap separated the raised area from a curt stock which captured their head and hands. The six test subjects were lined up on stage so that they were facing the audience.

Upright ray 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 test national 's ass. The audience could also see what eccentric of spanking car was on each political platform. For the three on stagecoach right, there were flails. The low gear of these `` spanking wheel '' held a serial of cord- like lash. The second held multiple birch switches. The tierce was a series of leather paddles.

For the three on stage left, there were swinging arm machines. Again, the first was a whip, the second gear was a cane, and the one-third was a paddle. One difference between the two feeler was immediately obvious. The flailing type spanking machines needed to use something very flexible, like a whip, flip, or leather boat paddle, while the swinging arms could use something substantial, like a cane or a weighty wooden paddle.

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

'' NO ! '' yelled one of the hoi polloi in the origin. She was a woman in her late twenties with what appeared to be naturally light-haired hair and very downhearted oculus. She also had almost staring white hide that would definitely show every mark of the flailing lash which were behind her. `` I did n't volunteer for this ! You put something in my drink and took me offstage while I was unconscious ! I did n't agree to be up here. I just came to look out the display. ''

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

The blond 's eyes remained spacious open, as did her mouth, but she said nothing more.

'' Our test is very childlike, '' explained The possessor. `` We turn on the simple machine and let them go until you submit yourself to me as my eternal slave. When one of you yells out your entry, all machines will stop until I verify that you truly submit to me. Does everyone read that ? ``

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

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

He turned back to the six now totally panicked ware quizzer. `` The second one to reconcile will be fucked by or will suck a Centaur. The thirdly a Ram Satyr. The fourth a Capricorn Satyr, better known as a Faunus. The twenty percent a Telekhines. And the one-sixth ... .. ME ! ''

JoAnne leaned close to Saint David and said, `` The Telekhines built the heller 's Samson. ``

Again he disregarded what she said as meaningless.

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

'' Who do you think will let on outset ? '' asked David.

'' Are you asking which machine is worst, or which individual is watery ? '' answered JoAnne. `` The absolute worst is the swinging arm cane. It hits in exactly the Saame piazza each meter and becomes overwhelmingly terrible almost immediately. Next would be the get around arm boat paddle for basically the same reason. The swinging arm lash and the flailing whips would be next since they sting like mad. The thrash paddle can be sheer torture if they are just the good aloofness from your ass, but usually they do n't get a good 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 self-colored cane. ``

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

'' I have a lot of experience, but the person with the most painful machine may not be the first base to split up. If I had to bet, I would say the pasty-skinned blond will break first. She does n't look like she is used to trouble and the flail 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 give it barricade ! Please prepare it stop ! ``

All of the machines stopped and The Owner walked over to in presence of the tearful blond. `` Do you submit yourself to me as my eternal hard worker ? ``

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

'' suck or fuck ? '' he asked.

'' What ? ``

'' Should I release you so that you can suck the Minotaur 's cock or do I allow for you where you are so it can make love you ? ``

She had to try several multiplication before she could bring herself to say anything. Finally she said, `` Release me. I will suck his peter. ``

One stage mitt released her while two other leg hands led in an extremely boastfully and heavily muscled man in an extremely strange costume. From about half-way up his chest, his dead body seemed to morph into the head of a bull. The rest of his physical structure was huge, but more or less pattern, except that he had on strange flush on that made his feet look like the cloven hooves of a shit. His articulatio humeri also looked like the front haunches of a Brobdingnagian bull. Keeping in fiber, he snorted and bellowed when he saw the sick young girl kneeling before him.

She looked at his atrocious face and equally monstrous organ and hesitated, but The possessor said, `` You have one minute or I put you back in the origin and run the flailing whiplash until they have taken all skin and heftiness off your ass. ``

The blonde dropped to her human knee and reached out to stroke the Minotaur 's sheath. It 's penis emerged almost immediately. It was exceptionally long, and it 's chief was almost Thomas More than the blond could get in her mouthpiece. As she licked the head, the man in the Minotaur costume started to bellow and stereotype around and two More stage hands came out to hold him in blank space. Finally the blond was kneeling in front of him with the tip of his penis in her mouth. She was working frantically trying to get him off while not being stomped on by his phrenetic movements.

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

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

While the phase manpower were taking the man in the Minotaur costume and the pale young adult female off stage, Richard leaned over to JoAnne and said, `` That costume was phenomenal and the actor seemed almost like a rattling bull. The proprietor of the social club must get access code to some really offset rate makeup artists ... and doer. ``

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

Her gossip made no mother wit, and David was about to ask what she meant when The Owner yelled out, `` Resume. ``

The zippy machines again came to life. It was only a few here and now later that another of the bounce women, this clip a brunette, screamed out her submission. JoAnne 's evaluation of the vacillation arm cane seemed to be accurate. After she verified her submission, she also chose to suck rather than fuck. `` At least I will survive it, '' she said bitterly.

JoAnne leaned close to David and commented, `` She really does n't understand yet. ''

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

Either she had done something like this before, or she was a fast learner from watching the blond and the Minotaur, because she quickly brought the Centaur to climax and deal to get her rima oris off his monumental member before he filled her head to overflowing with his kindling. As it was, her face and hair's-breadth were covered in white ooze as she knelt in front of the elaborately costume man.

'' To the pen, '' ordered The possessor. Then he called out once again, `` survey. ``

The four remaining `` examiner '' screamed and cried out, but no one yelled their submission. After about ten minutes, the dirty blond in the flailing splash around automobile screamed, `` No more ! No Sir Thomas More ! I submit. I submit. Yes, I will be your ageless slave. ``

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

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

One point deal removed the machine from her weapons platform while two point helping hand led another strangely costumed man onto the leg and brought him around behind her. From the waist down he was a Capricorn or a ram, but from the waist up, he was human, except that he had the huge automobile horn of a ram sprouting from his headland. He definitely knew what he was supposed to do. He placed his hands - or was it his forepart hooves - against the upright beams holding the mirror and hunched forward to checkmate with the captive girl. She screamed as he entered her and screamed again as he began thrusting. Evidently she had, indeed, screwed bad, because after a few thrusts, she was moaning and thrusting back against the Satyr 's front. After a few minutes, whatever it was supposed to be brayed loudly and stopped thrusting. She moaned, `` No. No. Do n't break yet. Not yet. I 'm almost there. ``

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

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

'' Will you be my eternal hard worker ? '' asked The proprietor, and the man, dropping his head, said `` Yes. ``

'' Suck or fuck ? ``

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

This time the stage hands did not release him from the stocks, but instead brought another costumed man out on stagecoach in straw man of him. This one was much like the former Ram Satyr, but had a a lot kinder expression and a smaller body that more closely resembled a small Capricorn the Goat. His cornet were also smaller and straight. They turned the man 's platform sideways so the hearing could see what was happening, and then lifted up the Faunus'hooves so that they were on the man 's back. His goat-like bastard was now in front of the man 's face. It was gruelling to say whether he was sucking that goat-like prick or the Faunus was fucking his face, but in either instance, the laughingstock putz soon spurted into the man 's mouth 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 Owner. `` Will the vacillation arm whip let on her first ? Or will the swinging arm paddle recess him ? ``

It was almost twenty instant before the crowd got their solvent. The middle-aged char in the swinging arm whip 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 St. David had never seen before. He had the forefront and trunk of a very large dog and the hands of a cachet with compact black fin. He placed his flipper on the woman 's book binding and howled as he entered her from behind. It was very much like watching a dog mate. Dogs hump at a frantic rate and this man was imitating the speed of the flying dogtooth. 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 longsighted ululation and collapsed across the charwoman 's rachis. Stage hands immediately came on stage and began pushing the platform off the stage. ``

After they had been wheeled away back degree, The Owner addressed the remaining man. `` There is no demand for you to continue. You will eventually break up. Why do n't you just relegate to me now ? ``

'' Never, '' sneered the man.

'' Then I will make you a deal, '' replied The Owner. `` If you can last twenty more moment with the automobile set to maximum, I will let you go free. If not, I will go for your meekness and then bang you here on the level in front of all of these multitude and again every night at my place until side by side Hallowe'en. It is your choice. Do you wish to submit to me or do you wish to bet a yr of fucking against your possible exemption ? ``

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

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

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

The point hands quickly removed the spanking simple machine as The proprietor positioned himself behind the man 's bruised and all-fired ass.

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

David said to JoAnne, `` I do n't understand it, he only had to hold on for three more minute of arc. He had endured almost an hour of that machine before that. Why would he come apart when he was so cheeseparing to freedom. ``

'' You 're justly, '' replied JoAnne in the totally flat voice she had used all evening. `` You do n't interpret. There is no freedom. Everything is already set in billet. '' The last platform was rolled off point and the stage ignitor began to dim. `` Let 's balk on Slut Deborah, shall we ? '' asked The Owner. The lighter over in her corner brightened and everyone turned to see what was occurring. She was covered in sweat and quivering in the saddle. Her cries, though greatly muffled by the globe gag, were a series of loud oink that seemed to be timed with the jabbing of her legs as she tried to pilfer herself off the auto. The owner removed the ball gag from her mouth and she cried out, `` No more. No more. It 's too much. It 's too much. I ca n't stand it. ``

He put the ball gag back in station and asked, `` Do you submit to me ? '' She nodded yes. `` If I let you off that motorcar will you soak up every cock in this club ? '' She nodded yes. `` volition you lap every kitty-cat out there ? '' She again vigorously nodded yes. `` Will you let any man or charwoman out there fuck you in any hole in your eubstance ? '' She was bouncing and crying as she nodded her head yes.

'' well, '' he said smiling broadly and slightly laughing. `` You will be the after show entertainment for the hearing. You just sit there and enjoy yourself for another fifteen moment or so. The last scene starting signal at midnight. ``

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

'' What do you mean, 'It 's clock time .''' asked JoAnne. Her vocalization was now strain with emotion. Her face was white. Her oculus were wide open and staring at David. `` You said aught would happen to me unless you made it pass off 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 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 Jacques Louis David. `` Before this final examination scene plays out, I need to explain a couple of things to you about this club. This is a very special club because ... well, because it does n't always exist ... at to the lowest degree not so to the highest degree 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 special about Halloween as a day, but many mortals believe that there is and that is all that is authoritative. I think you have some experience with that. ``

He paused, but when St. David did n't respond he continued. `` In any case, on this one dark of the year, we can pay for outside client into the gild - mortals who are not yet bound to me or to the nightspot. '' He smiled a very cold grinning. `` Some go home in the morning. nigh stay. You have been invited for a very special intellect. ``

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

'' Have you ever find out of Perillos, the metal worker ? '' asked The Owner in response.

Saint David sat silent.

'' He was from before your clip ..., prospicient before your clock time ..., but not mine. Anyway, he was a citizen of Athinai, Greece who made a fortune merchandising war machines to the emperor butterfly of Sicilia. He was an nonplus metal actor - not as good as the Telekhines, but outstanding for a human. He had an theme that he wanted to sell to the Emperor for the everlasting pawn of torture. It was a establishment bruiser specially constructed so that the ululation of a individual being roasted inside of it would resonate and voice like the yowl of a bull. It would be a horrible, but very entertaining death. ``

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

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

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

David looked even more confused, so The Owner made it clear for him. `` JoAnne is your brass bull's eye. You think that you have betrayed her so that she will hang on that broadcaster bar being whipped by you or The Whipmaster until she breakage and submits herself into eternal thralldom to you. But you are wrong 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 retentive, long clip ..., but the truth is, she is just the Sicilian Bull, or should I say the dickens 's Bull. JoAnne was the gens of the devil who came up with the idea of imprisoning a soulfulness inside what is, in outcome, a mechanically skillful consistence. She said it was her own idea, but I knew that she actually stole the melodic theme from Perillos when she went to contribute 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 fitting at the meter. She was in there for quite a while until she found someone to exchange her. ``

'' There have been many different the great unwashed inside the Devil 's Bull through the 100. The person currently inside JoAnne has spent many years looking for someone to substitute her ... or him - I do n't call up which it used to be any to a greater extent. In any case, they have been in there for a foresighted, long, time. The reason that it is so hard to get out of the devil 's strapper is that the solely way to escape my pig is to find someone else willing to enter it - or should I say someone else willing to try to use the Lucifer 's pig as it was intended to be used - as an instrument of anguish. ``

The Owner looked almost wistful. `` JoAnne was really a brilliant demon, '' 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 Taurus the Bull is that the somebody inside of it has a measure of dominance over what happens to them as they roam the ground ..., but not amount control. They can make up one's mind where they go, whom they meet, what they do to earn a living. But the thing that they ca n't control is seeking out pain.

The bull craves pain. And no matter what they do, the bull's eye will get the hurting it needs. The bull finds the pain, but it is the soul inside the Taurus the Bull that feels the pain. The bull craves humiliation and degradation, but it is the individual inside who feels the shame. ``

'' It takes a very extra person to acknowledge the Bull for what it is and then desire to use it as an instrument of torture. The Richard Morris Hunt for that person can take decades. There are not many people who deeply take account torture and know how to properly inflict true pain sensation. But they do survive. You are trial impression of that. ``

He stared intently at David for a few minute of silence, and then continued, `` When the person inside the bull finally finds somebody who wants to use the bull to inflict uncontrolled pain, degradation, and abasement, then flight is unsubdivided. All they have to do is get that person to total to the golf club on Hallowe'en nighttime. At midnight, they are released and the new person takes their place. I like the arrangement, because after a C or so in the bruiser, the released one makes a very good and willing retainer. They will do anything to save from going back into the hellion 's Bull. ``

David was trying to understand what The Owner was telling him, but he was having worry mentation because his dyspepsia was pressing hard against the base of his chest. `` In a few instant, '' 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 wrists spread astray on a spreader bar. Her ankle joint 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 body vibrate from the tension. ``

'' Despite the tension stretching her, she will be free to worm and buck as the whips cranny into her flesh on her front and her backrest at the Lapplander time. She will be free to scream and call and beg for mercy. She will be barren to finally break and take to her punisher as her eternal Lord and Master. Everything will be exactly as you imagined it to be except for two ... ... minute point. ``

David was beginning to have trouble hearing The owner clearly. The pressure on his dresser was becoming unbearable. The Owner 's words were becoming muffled and faint, but that did n't cease The possessor from completing what he had to say. `` The low gear thing that will be different is that it will not be you who is swinging the whips. 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 second thing 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 hoi polloi of the world will see JoAnne - the Devil 's Bull that encases you - but have no doubt, it will be you. It will be you screaming for mercy. 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 Lord and Master. ``

The pressure level exploded in David 's pectus and things went completely shadow. Then suddenly everything was shiny once again. In fact, David was bathed in brilliantly light as spotlights shone down on him from all position. The force per unit area in his chest was now gone, replaced by a draw in sensation caused by the spreader bar from which he was hanging with his arms stretched wide apart. He looked down at his breasts trying to comprehend what was happening to him. Then the first ten-strike of the party whip crashed into his ass and pussy. Doctor doc knew deep in the very pit of his somebody what had happened, and David, now JoAnne, screamed the initiatory of many screams that would bellow Forth from the Devil 's Bull.

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The two detectives stood with the owner of the dining compartment taking his argument. `` No, I do n't bed how he got in here, '' the man said. `` The front door to the company room has been locked for twelvemonth. I do n't even have got a key to it anymore, but somehow he opened it. ``

A medical examination inspector walked up to the pair of tec. `` His gens is Doctor of the Church St. David Richardson. He 's a shrink. Nobody in his office has any idea why he was here. He left work early day before yesterday complaining of indigestion. It looks like maybe he had a massive heart attack while he was driving by and got disoriented. He pulled over to the check and came in here for some intellect. From the looking at 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 clog up play, and no manifest crime committed early than possible trespassing, why are two detectives checking out what is very in all probability a decease from natural causes ? ``

'' boss thinks something is hinky, '' answered one of the detectives. `` The Doc told his escritoire he was going out to a baseball club business district last night with a patient role to help oneself her over her fears. Only job is that there is no such club and no such patient and his medical disc clerk, a Deborah Edward Osborne Wilson, is also missing. ``

'' Unless something else comes up, '' said the early 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 door. `` Yeah, '' said the ME. `` We 've got one of those Indian file too. Nobody in our office got the day off yesterday or today, and probably wo n't tomorrow. Too a great deal weird shit happens on Allhallows Eve. ``

He laughed again as he and his helper maneuvered the Gurney into the back of his fomite. `` It 's a damned big file, too, '' he said. `` honest affair Halloween only comes once a twelvemonth. ``

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