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Doctor David Ryan Sir Ralph David Richardson rose groggily from the couch in his basement TV room and staggered upstairs to the shower. 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 Allhallows Eve political party that he could not possibly allow himself to miss.

The previous morning, for the low clock time ever, he had cancelled all remaining appointments for the day and returned home sick. Unlike many of his medico friends, he was almost never sick. That was probably because, unlike well-nigh of his Doctor friends, he was n't around sick people all of the time, at least not physically grim people.

One of the grounds that David had become a Psychiatrist was that metallic element unwellness was not contractable - that and the fact that it gave him clear access code to very vulnerable hoi polloi who could not protect themselves from his sadism.

Dave had always known he was a sadist, even before he knew what the Good Book meant. And he always knew that he was going to go a MD, 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 earlier computer memory was of her telling him that he already had Dr. in front of his last name, now all he had to do was suit one.

nigh people become doctors because they want to aid people, but not David. David knew very early in his life history that he did not want to serve people. David wanted to suffer the great unwashed, or at least he wanted to find out people suffer. He became a doctor because his mother wanted him to become a doctor, and his female parent was deep enough to pay for his medical teaching and brawny enough that no one, including Saint David, ever went against what Mother Richardson wanted - at least not for very long.

medical checkup school was a nightmare for David - especially abidance. year were not a problem. He held a complete A average throughout college and med school. David was brilliant - perhaps beyond brilliant, so trying to get word all that a MD needed to have sex was not the problem. The problem was .... all those suffering mass you were supposed to worry about ... all those worried congeneric who expected you to `` see '' ... all those do-gooders continually trying to lecture you into a volunteer year or two in this or that Godforsaken country ... and especially, all those sick people coughing and sneezing and oozing their filth and contagion all over you, trying to draw you down into the astuteness of their pit of woe. For David, THAT was medical school and it was only his fear of his mother 's power that kept him there into his residency yr. residence was even spoiled because he had to follow into finale contact lens with the puss and pestilence of casual infirmary life.

There was one shining office in the midst of that dark hole of lightlessness called residency, and that was psychiatric rotation. Most of the other resident dreaded a cycle through psychiatric, but there David found his base. Others would complain of the poor mad psyche who looked at them with such pleading eyes, begging to be released from that terrible prison of torment and pain created by their own minds. The sensation of impuissance in the face of such hopelessness drained the energy from almost every other student ..., but not from `` Doctor of the Church Doctor. '' He thrived on it.

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

The other residents soon learned that Dr. Doctor was bequeath to swop appointment, and by making unconstipated craft, David was capable, for the most part, to quash the convention Ward which he hated, and the others were able to stave off the psych ward which they hated. It was a everlasting placement. Normally, the supervising doctors would have objected to such continual trades, but David seemed to be such a born in the psych ward and to have such a rapport with the affected role, that they let it slide.

The early residents, and even some of the supers, were amazed that, when assigned to daily group academic session for the `` permanent occupier patients, '' he could sit and listen for 60 minutes to them tell their same tale of woe over and over again. What they did not fuck is that David was n't really listening to what these demented souls had to say. Instead, he was warming himself in the glow of the nuisance and suffering that exuded from their soundbox with every word they spoke. That 's why Doctor of the Church Doctor was not worn down by these useless attempts at therapy as were almost every other resident forced to participate in these sitting with the lost and unreachable. Instead, as he sat amongst their painfulness, he was fed ... nourished ... invigorated ... by the feast of desperation and hurt laid before him, which he sucked greedily into his body.

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

It was a given that Psychiatrists, male person and female person, would use their spatial relation to get a little intimate satisfaction once in a while. As long as it was n't too blatant, and as long as there were no populace lawsuits, such activity was treated with a screen eye. But sex did not feed and quicken David. Inflicting infliction did, and that type of mistreatment of patients was not treated so leniently.

Doctor doc extensively read the history of doctors, lawyer, instructor, pastors, 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 jazz. If he mistreated a few, respective would screw and would corroborate each other 's stories once the narration of one came out. But if he chose one carefully selected patient at a time as his `` run puppet, '' and if he made sure that selected individual was not around later to take the stand against him, the worst that could happen would be a situation where it was the Bible of ONE certifiably deranged someone against that of a well-regarded and highly well-thought-of Doctor of Psychiatry who had worked so laborious to facilitate so many people - all of whom were will to publically testify on his behalf.

At initiatory St. David selected people with masochistic tendency, preferably with self-destructive overtones. Such multitude would allow him to wound them emotionally, physically, and mentally because, deep down, they enjoyed it. But medico Doctor found these human relationship did not feed him adequately or warm the coldness that often permeated his soul. The flicker of the flame of infliction and woe within these people was actually weak, and all too often that flame was overwhelmed by the fire of the joy of outlet that came within or after the bother. That fire of pleasure did not feed Jacques Louis David. It burned him and drove him away.

It was a constituent of David 's plan from the very beginning that if a creature was not satisfactorily working out, or if he had just grown tired of them, he would dispose of them. That sounds unmanageable and wild in and of itself, but when a mentally unbalanced soul is standing on the edge of the drop-off of suicide, it is remarkably loose for someone, properly trained and skilled, to force them over that precipice while at the same time leaving a records trail that looks like all of the while they were trying to rip that poor, demented individual back from the edge.

Several rejected free rein puppets went over the cliff before physician Doctor finally refined his survival of the fittest criterion. He discovered that he did not desire a masochist who was drawn to pain because of the use it gave them - despite the toll of that enjoyment. What Doctor David needed, and carefully sought out, was a pain addict 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 addicts. 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 pain, but rather by the unbearable distraint of NOT being in pain. Like a junkie craving a fix, they begin to crave pain just to establish the suffering of drug withdrawal go away. And exactly like a junkie building up a permissiveness, the pain they crave becomes more and more hard in Holy Order to consecrate them their fix. Eventually it gets to a point where they no longer derive any pleasure at all from the botheration, but are driven solely by the fact that the pain of being without pain in the neck is worse than the botheration of being in pain. That is usually the point where they self destruct or seek person to destroy them.

Although physician St. David knew that it was an impossible quest, he dreamed of someday finding the complete gambol puppet. He even knew exactly what the utter play tool would be. That sadist 's unholy Holy Grail would be soul addicted to pain, but not willing to end their agony through the strong-armer route of therapy and life-style variety that would release them from their addiction. At the Saami time that individual would not be bequeath to end their suffering through the simple road of ending their own sprightliness. This ambivalence trapped that someone permanently in the prison of their own nous. This mortal would seek pain, but then shriek in straight agony when that infliction was received. The warmth given off by that variety of pain and agony could nourish David for a prospicient, hanker time.

septet months ago, Doctor Doctor was growing tired of his latest play puppet and gave her the final exam tap at the top of the precipice. He often did pro-bono work. Shelly was a `` charity example. '' His direction with her was non-fee. He even arranged to blame up the portion of her in-house treatments that the entitlement political program did n't cut across. When she committed suicide, outwardly he was devastated that someone he had worked so hard to save had taken their own life by stepping in nominal head of a bus. Inwardly he was laughing to himself about how simple it had been to put her in front man of that bus.

All he had needed to do was to manoeuvre 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 stick out. One minute he was here, the succeeding in he was in obliviousness. ``

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

Jacques Louis David 's comment was an `` neural impulse grenade, '' and he had pulled the pin and dropped it into her mind so smoothly that she did n't even find it lodge in her subconscious mind. Doctor doctor had waited until after the session had wrapped up and the recorders were turned off to accidentally pluck up the theme lying on his desk and make his comment. No video or sound was running, so nothing would come out in the records trail should anyone ever take the metre or effort to go looking.

threesome weeks later, the grenade exploded. Shelly was going to work. She stood at her bus stop and watched the express mail bus coming. She knew it was n't going to contain. It was n't even going to slow up down. It never did. But then, as it approached, suddenly the image of a quick doorway into oblivion flashed into her intellect. She closed her optic, took a cryptical breathing time, and stepped off the curb.

David had the front page report on the recess room bulletin gameboard for several weeks, but took it down because he was afraid that soul might discover 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 smile was just as panoptic as he glanced at that folder. In fact, the early day just looking at that folder had caused him to suddenly need to call Debra, the track record clerk, into his office to review some case records.

Debra was a sex addict whom Jacques Louis David had `` cured. '' At least her husband and her kinfolk thought that she was cured because she no longer wore provocative wearable or snuck out of the menage at Night to troll the bars. What he had actually done, however, was to vary her dependence from worldwide sex to sex with him. Those lowly, escaped try-on dresses and doll that she wore were merely to mask the fact that while at work she wore cypher under them except a dildo harness that kept chew firmly in situation in her cunt and ass.

She was not a `` free rein puppet '' for his sadistic pleasure, but merely a `` pattern '' doctor-patient sexual release like various 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 forged, bring a letter of censure from his compeer reassessment display panel. More likely it would be just a `` strongly worded verbal monition, '' and a annotation in his phonograph recording 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 refresh `` two filing cabinet. '' That meant he wanted her usable for straightaway sex. `` A fast review of a sheath '' meant to leave the harness in place because all he wanted was a straightaway blow job under his desk. `` Several Indian file, '' or `` some grammatical case records, '' meant he actually needed records work done.

Debra was a properly trained health check disk clerk. It was her job, among other things, to stretch the phonograph record into the recorders at the origin of the day. For some building complex legal cause, the recording machine had to be in the Lapp room as the camera and microphone, so that meant going to Saint David 's office first thing each morning to insert the properly labeled disks. It also meant returning to the office after the live engagement of the day to remove the record and register them. An `` overnight disk '' was always left in the simple machine so that the Dr. could enter any emergency or evening seance. The phonograph recording were not the but affair inserted in the morning. Debra would set the disc case on a chair, reach up under her dress, remove her white `` gran panties, '' and hand them to David. She would then tack the attire up over herself, bend over and place her hands on the floor so that Jacques Louis David could see her sex and ass. He would carefully fold her panties and place them in a locked drawer of his desk. From that same drawer he would withdraw the dildos and the smashed leather harness. The anal nag was vented so that gas would not build up in her bowels during the day. The dildo in her cunt was remote control controlled so that sexual passion could build up as David toyed with her during the day if he so desired. The removed connected to the internet so Doctor physician could access it from anywhere he was, even outside the building.

For several days following Shelly 's dying, David `` toyed with '' Debra incessantly throughout the day and had called her up to review two filing cabinet each day. At least once in the dawn and once in the good afternoon he had found the need for a truehearted review of a guinea pig. Debra knew that something was different when, on one of those function, he had her flight strip completely and lay over his desk rather than just flipping her skirt over her cover. She squirmed and grunted as she tried desperately to remain quiet while his hands squeezed her bosom forcing her higher and higher into orgasmic bliss.

3 solar day after the accident, Debra was under his desk when a fellow worker called about a referral. The friend handled a lot of court-ordered therapy and had a case that baffled him. He thought it was more in Jacques Louis David 's field of expertise and was wondering if he would live with the referral.

The patient 's name was JoAnne. She had walked up to an policeman on duty at a street recess and slapped her in the facial expression. Then she resisted arrest by kicking the police officer between the branch. The fact that it was a distaff officer made the officeholder 's response no less fierce. JoAnne had suffered two cracked ribs and pepper spraying burns to the face and oculus plus a tazer tan to the side when she still would not block off kick and flailing.

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

The backup officer 's evaluation was `` That gripe is crazier than a crack lady of pleasure. ``

Dr. Toni Morrison 's rating 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 image screening with kitty probe and everything. The physical mental testing say she receives no pleasure or intimate stimulation from annoyance, but the mental tests say she craves it - is almost addicted to it. I understand you have handled a few other patients like this. Would you be bequeath to take over her case ? ``

The sinful grail had been dropped on his desk like a gift from above. David knew that JoAnne was not suicidal because she did not undertake to force the officer to kill her. But at the Lapplander time she knew and expressed the fact that she was addicted to trouble. In Dr. Morrison 's suddenly summary, Doctor physician could see that JoAnne was an addict who wanted a fix, not a cure. Hopefully, he could keep her dancing on the edge of destruction for many years.

She was going to be the playing period puppet of all drama puppets, but first he had to wee her his. And he had to move slowly. One does not suddenly grab the diabolic grail as if it were a common cup of tea. One caresses it and strokes it and slowly works one 's bridge player around it until it is yours.

After his academic session with JoAnne, Saint David would deal copies of the disks home and listen to them while he masturbated himself or had sex with his sex addict neighbour. The neighbour was also one of his former affected role whom he had groomed for his sexual release. Her moving in next threshold was not an fortuity. For someone who could easily pull wires person else into killing themselves, maneuvering someone into moving next doorway when the family was up for cut-rate sale was child 's play.

Besides, her husband was a part of her illness and did n't really want her to improve. He enjoyed the thought of her having sex with other men as long as she made the pretense of keeping it secret from him and from the human race. She would come home smelling of sex and cigaret 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 change that ?

Whenever scented wattle came over to David 's house, her hubby would tell himself she was coming over for therapy. But then he would ca-ca her show him the whip and paddle marks on her ass when she came home. Sometimes he would look for her on the cover deck hoping that this would be one of those sentence when she ended up running across their adjoining backyards naked to get home. Then he would catch her at the back door, push her across the deck table and fuck whichever hole did not let cum oozing from it.

After JoAnne had been in therapy for respective weeks, she began talking about `` The dickens 's threshold. '' David was conversant with all of the sexually oriented lodge in town because at to the lowest degree one of his patients belonged to each of them, but he had never heard of The hellion 's Doorstep.

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

David let the subject cliff for the here and now, planning to pursue it further later. The stick to Friday good afternoon, JoAnne again mentioned the baseball club and went on to describe a infliction school term she had experienced there the previous night 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 broadcaster ginmill with our paw and mortise joint spread wide and then draw out us up off the floor so we are suspended front each other while our ankle joint spreader bars are firmly anchored to the floor at both goal. That way we can shake and vibrate all we want, but we ca n't kick back our legs or thrash our weapon system and we are always lined up properly for his lash. ``

She took a deep breath. It was as close as St. David had seen to sexual stimulation from her. `` Then he stands there with a whip in each helping hand and sees which of us he can get to scream the loudest. He 's good - very good, and can hit from top to toes. He can even swing the whips between us and click mamilla or pussy. The painful sensation is unconvincing when he pops you exactly on a pap or ... ... your button. He keeps going until one of us yells out our safeword. ``

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

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

'' I need a charwoman present, '' he said softly. Diane was a highly dependant aesculapian receptionist and was not, nor never would be, one of David 's pain in the ass or sex toys. She was the one who would bear witness, if needed, as to how professional David had been with all of his affected role and how he observed every rule of proper procedure, including summoning her into his office whenever a patient attempted anything that could be interpreted as a sexual advance.

She gasped as she came through the room access. She could see JoAnne 's back ... and stage ... and boob. Actually, she could see all of JoAnne since she was bent grass over sliding her slacks to the ground as Diane was entering the room.

'' They still throb, '' said JoAnne, arching her cover so that she was thrusting her criss-crossed ass toward David. `` You can tinge them if you want. It might give me my day-to-day fix. Then I wo n't bear to go out and get soul to beat me tonight. ``

'' Diane, please tolerate future to me, '' David instructed, `` I want a attestant to the fact that I am touching these wheal solely to celebrate the patient 's reaction to my touch sensation. ``

David, in a very pro personal manner, reached out his manus and lightly brushed a mysterious purple welt that ran along the joining point between JoAnne 's dorsum and the upper part of her ass impertinence. Speaking to the recorders, he said, `` Let the patient track record note that the patient reacted in pain, not pleasure at the spot. There was no indication of intimate arousal in the nerve, mamilla or venereal area. ``

The Same could not be said for David. He made sure to turn away from Diane before she could see the ridge beginning to form in the front of his trouser. Seating himself behind his desk, he said, `` Diane, please serve JoAnne re-dress herself. I think that we will end this academic term early. It would also be a good idea to let Debra come up here and shift disks early so that I am sure that this goes into the records properly. Would you please call her and evidence her that I have two filing cabinet that I need to brush up with her immediately, delight ? ``

Diane waited for JoAnne to complete dressing and then accompanied her out into the waiting elbow room. A few minutes later, Debra entered the office. `` Naked, on the desk, '' was all that David said. He `` reviewed both files '' very forcefully with her before letting her up from the desk and sending her back to the records area.

After she was gone, and Saint David had insured that everything was cleaned up, he used an air freshener spray to enshroud the smell of sex and summoned Diane back into his office. `` What does my schedule look like for the coming week ? '' he asked. `` We need to give mint of quad for emergency and extra sessions. ``

Diane looked puzzled. David tapped the calendar on his desk, `` Allhallows Eve, '' he said. `` I can depict you fifty unlike field that say that moon and weather condition changes and holidays like Halloween have no affect on mental malady. But they think it does - tapping his appointment book - and that is all that topic. ``

'' I know Thursday is Halloween, '' answered Diane. `` But the electronic programing computer programme is set to automatically restrain space open a week before and a week after Halloween. Your schedule is reasonably clear rightfield now. '' She paused and then added, `` Except I 've already used one of those one-armed bandit for JoAnne. She said she absolutely has to see you Monday. She seemed truly terrified of something, so I gave her the nine am expansion slot. Is that OK ? ``

'' That 's okay, '' answered David, `` but check with me before filling any more slots. We may have to prioritise appointments. ``

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JoAnne was David 's first appointment for the hebdomad. She was already in the waiting room when he arrived at 8:30 on Monday dawning. Diane said, `` She was here when we opened the room access at 8:00. ``

He stuck his head into the waiting room and said, `` Your appointment is n't until 9:00. '' When she started to pull 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 threshold to his agency when she broke down and began crying almost hysterically. `` You have to operate me up somewhere for a couple of days. I know you can do it. You can commit me to a locked ward for a 72 hour rating on Wednesday morning. I 'll be safe there. ``

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

'' Th is Hallowe'en, '' she answered.

'' And .... ''

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

'' And .... ''

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

'' And ... ''

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

'' study you sentence, '' he assured her. `` We started early. You have plenty of fourth dimension. What else happens on Halloween ? ``

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

'' The solution sounds childlike, '' 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 thing will reverse out, I ca n't help myself. I will go to the golf-club and I will go up on that stage, '' she dissolved again into choked sobs, `` ... and I will be broken. ``

'' JoAnne, '' Jacques Louis David began, `` just about any former meter of the year, I could get you in for a 72 hour evaluation with no problem, but this is Hallowe'en. The wards will be packed. In the meantime, I will depend into some things and see what I can do. Let 's account book you back for Wed dawning, number 1 appointment. OK ? ``

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

Doctor doctor understood. He understood very clearly that somehow he was taking her to that club and he, not The Whipmaster, was going to disclose her pile completely and capture her as his slave forever.

'' JoAnne ? '' he said before she could reach the threshold, `` Do you think it would be possible for you to have me contact information for the Devil 's Doorstep ? I think it would be a good idea if I could mouth to the owner or director and work something out. ``

'' Of line, Doctor, '' she replied as she took her impudent phone from her purse. I will text them and ask them to adjoin you. What number should I give them ? ``

David gave her his auto-forward numeral. It came up on his cellphone as an incoming claim, but the company did not make love his true act. There were a lot of rationality for using a promotion number like that, primary of which was that his location 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 elbow room. It said, `` Painslut Joey called. What do you need ? ``

He smiled and typed his reply. `` I want to come up to the night club as a guest Thursday evening. I will contribute 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 single tidings `` Done. '' Then his GPS program self started and an destination and map tip appeared on the screen giving the location of the club. He knew the area well, but had never seen anything that looked like a club in that seedy, summation orbit of town.

The Wed session with JoAnne was uneventful, but shortly after that session extreme stomach upset hit him and forced him to cancel the relaxation of his appointments for the day. Doctor Doctor made a crappy patient role. In fact, he hated medical exam doctors and would not go to one unless there was absolutely no former option. Besides, it was just indigestion. He must have eaten something too racy or had one too many boozing go night. He would go habitation and sleep it off.

Before he left the office, he texted JoAnne. `` I will be with you tomorrow dark. Please meet me in front of my billet building at nine o'clock tomorrow night and I will take on you someplace where nothing can pass to you unless I allow it. Does that oeuvre for you ? ``

Her reply was `` Done. ''

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

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The shower improved thing. By the time he had dried himself, David was feeling a lot full and looking forward to the eve with great pleasure and prediction. As he dressed, he could image JoAnne string up on stage, nude and sweating, her body striped with weal and cuts, screaming to be allowed to subject to him as his eonian hard worker. He savored that double as he splashed some cologne water on his face and checked his hair in the mirror. Then it was time to go.

Doctor Jacques Louis David Ryan Richardson, Doctor doctor, pulled up in front of his part building at exactly 9:00 pm on Halloween dark. He was hoping that JoAnne was on time or at least not too late. He did n't wish waiting.

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

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

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

'' NO ! '' screamed JoAnne, her face suddenly full of fear. She started to get out of the car, but the door would n't unlock from her side. That was one of the many modifications David had paid to throw done to his Mercedes right after he purchased it. other modifications included removing the inside release from the trunk and modifying the seat belt - early than the device driver - so that they could be electronically locked using a button on the elan. JoAnne 's door would n't unlock and she could n't undo her stern belt.

'' Do n't panic. Do n't panic, '' he said in his calm air, sooth-the-patient representative. This is substantially. It is really no different than me taking person who is afraid of heights up to the watching pack of cards at the top of a tall building. In order of magnitude to subdue your care, you need to face your fears - but in a safe way. Remember, I will be with you. ``

He took her manus with his right hand and with his left turned her heading so that they were eye to eye. `` You will be in my paw, '' he assured her. `` nada will happen to you unless I make it happen to you. ``

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

'' Do you think 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 worry, '' 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 order. He was somewhat familiar with this neck of the woods and had never seen any indicant of a golf club in the area, but then he noticed the panoptic back street 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 door since it had advertizing for them in the blacked out windows, but now the entire edifice face was folded back like a vast doorway to expose a wide alley and the marqueed entrance to a club that was apparently located behind the front buildings. The alphabetic character on the marquee, which were red and were intended to see as if they were dripping blood, spelled out `` The Devil 's threshold. ``

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

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

David paused for a present moment trying to colligate what she had just said, but then extended his arm and said, `` prepare ? ``

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

The Beelzebub 's Doorstep was everything that you would expect an `` underground '' BDSM order to be. It was slightly dismal, slightly unkept, and smelled to a greater extent than slightly of old cigarette and stale alcohol. When he gave his figure to the hostess, she said, `` Of course MD Sir Ralph David Richardson. We have a strawman row table waiting for you. Please follow me. '' She then led them up to a board right next to the stage area.

Shortly after they sat down a thin, middle-aged man with dark crinkly hair that was combed flat back from his forehead came over to the table and said, `` Welcome to my golf-club. I am The Owner. Tonight you are a visitant. Perhaps you will connect and come on other nights as well. ``

From his emphasis, it was ostensible that English people was not his offset language, but Jacques Louis David could not come out exactly where the accent was from. It sounded somewhat European, but had overtones of the Mideast or even the Orient. The owner 's nervus facialis feature article were also not specific to any one racial or heathenish group. It was almost as if he were a blend of all the universe 's racial and pagan groups.

The Owner then bent down close to Jacques Louis David 's ear and said softly, `` Her 's will be the lastly panorama and will lead off 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 quell open until three or four in the good morning. ``

David took in a deep breathing time as he savored the picture of JoAnne screaming beneath the whip for three or four uninterrupted hours. The proprietor stood back up and said loudly, `` Order anything you would care. The first round of drinks are on the house for exceptional Edgar Guest like you. '' He smiled and walked off to speak with other tables.

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

'' He was just telling me that there was a deduction on a lifespan 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 filter out any comments from his patients that did n't make mother wit. He dismissed further thought about it from his mind as the planetary house lights began to dim and the lights on the stage area brightened.

The owner stepped out into the Light. `` Ladies and gentleman's gentleman, our first scenery tonight will assist resolve a house servant difference of opinion that has arisen from two switches falling in love for each former. '' He laughed and shrugged in a Mediterranean Sea sort of way. `` Sometimes balance in a relationship is not all it is made out to be. In this case, neither is strong enough to overmaster and conquer the early, but at the same time, neither is fallible enough to submit themselves to someone not significantly impregnable than themselves. Perhaps they would deliver been fresh to choose a different night, but tonight they have come to me, The owner, to help them resolve their take. ``

A man and woman walked out onto the phase area. They were both naked and both had control handlock on their wrists and ankle joint. Two sets of line lowered from the ceiling. Each set was attached to opposite oddment of a steel tube. Another pipe was clipped just below the one to which the cables were attached. Stage hands hurried out and detached the irregular pipe from each rig. The man stood beneath one pipage, the woman stood beneath the bit. The leg hands attached their wrists to the pipes and then bent down and attached their ankles to the second pipe which was now laying on the earth. The two set of line rose back up into the air until the animal foot of both people were off the primer. The point mitt then attached short cable from the destruction of the low-pitched pipe to attachment points on the level floor. The transmission line then continued their up motility until both the man and the woman were obviously held taut.

'' Tonight, one of these star-crossed lovers will submit to the other. '' announced The proprietor. `` And The Whipmaster will help them make up one's mind who will defer to whom. '' He paused to let a figure dressed completely in fateful leather come in onto the stage. `` Whipmaster, if you please .... ''

The figure in fatal snapped two lash rapidly several fourth dimension in chronological sequence toward the audience and then turned so that he was facing the two people hanging open bird of Jove. He made a quick motility with his sleeve and articulatio radiocarpea. The party whip crack echoed through the elbow room, followed a import later by the howler of both parties. With measured pace, allowing the match plenty of time to engage the pain of one strike and anticipate or dread the collation of the next, The Whipmaster repeated that action four more times. Then he went to the other side of the couple and began once again.

'' He 's switching sides so the whip hand substitution from one individual to the former. '' explained JoAnne. `` Believe me, he is exactly the same with either hand, but some people have bother accepting that, so he makes sure enough that both sides get equal handling from either mitt. ``

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

The possessor came out on level and asked him, `` Do you submit yourself totally to this woman to be her striver from this time 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 slave, '' answered The Owner as he brushed his hand against the man 's erect penis. `` You want to be a slave, and you seem to like pain ... up to a point. But did you not read the unscathed contract bridge when you signed it ? This is a special night. It is Allhallows Eve. There are no limits. Every scene goes until the person breaks. ``

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

The possessor laughed what could only be described as a deep and evil gag 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, single word command, `` carry on ! ``

The Whipmaster 's pace was now a lot faster, and he did n't give up at the end of every five strokes, but instead continued relentlessly. David was now keeping track of the strokes. There were sixty-three additional shot, each one accompanied by shriek shout of pain, before the woman cried out, `` I submit. I submit. I submit ! ``

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

She hung her top dog and answered, `` Yes. You are my possessor from this point forward, now and forever. ``

The owner turned to the Whipmaster and said, `` consecrate my slaves fifty eyelash to remind them that I am The possessor. Then need them down and put them outside in the alley. Tie them to the slave post. I will foot them up later. '' The woman screamed through all fifty cerebrovascular accident. The man passed out after about twenty, but even unconscious, he still had a huge erection.

'' Masochists, '' muttered David. `` They will probably bed each other senseless all nighttime in that skittle alley waiting for their new master to come and take them. ``

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

He made another Mediterranean Sea nervus facialis gesture. With his eyebrows raised and his mouth formed into an exaggerated frown, he continued, `` It seems she installed a special hacker app on her sound that infected other telephone set and allowed her to monitor any entering and outgoing text on any person 's speech sound who had ever texted her. In this subject, she read my text edition to her employer 's phone. She contacted me because she craves sex and her current situation limits the sum of money of sex she can meet. She says she has never been able to get enough sex. She wanted to issue forth on our stage on this special, Halloween, no-limits night in hopes that she could have unlimited sex. ''

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

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

Jacques Louis David was very seldom surprised by anything, but when his records clerk walked out onto the stage naked, his mouth dropped open up. She stood there for a few moments very unsure of what she was supposed to do, but then two stage hands wheeled a minor weapons platform out onto the leg with what appeared to be a half-barrel on the top of it. There was a big pink phallus sticking straight up from the top. Two microscope stage workforce lifted Debra up off her substructure and set her on the platform.

'' That 's a Sybian female masturbation machine in slip you 've never seen one, '' explained JoAnne. David had seen exposure and some videos of their use, but this was the first time he had seen one in person. He had never been motivated to inquire them because they gave pleasure, not pain.

Debra knew what to do and she straddled the machine in a kneeling perspective and lowered herself down onto the dildo. The two stage hands then began securing her to the chopine. They attached a wide of the mark leather belt around her waist that had two large D ringing on each slope of it. The two low-down halo they chained to the program so Debra could not get off of the Sybian. She could n't even enhance herself up. Then they put widely restraining cuffs on her forearms and attached them to the upper D rings on the smash, effectively immobilizing her limb. The net thing they did was to put two little clover clamps on her mamilla with vivid silver weights hanging from them. By the time they were finished, Debra was breathing punishing and starting to grind her crotch into the political machine -- and it was n't even plugged in yet.

The Owner stepped to the front man of the point and addressed the interview. `` It takes pleasure a little longer than pain to break someone, but it will be concern to determine as the dark goes on. '' He then walked with the platform as the two stage manpower rolled it to an area just off to one side of the level. A modest spotlight, slightly dimmer than the stage light came up to light the area.

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

The hum became louder and Debra 's oculus flew fully unfastened. Her mouth formed a perfective O as she gasped and drew in deep lungfulls of air. Then she almost immediately began to climax. The powerful sensations were Sir Thomas More than she could stand. She tried to shoot down and lift her dead body to escape the dildo rotating inside her, but the knock held her firmly in berth. She twisted back and forth on the saddle, but she could not get out the intense vibe. The Sybian 's combination of oscillation and internal input drove her into another intense sexual climax. She threw back her head and a farsighted `` Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh '' escaped her lips. This was insufferable. She was already in climax, but at the same prison term was being driven higher and further into another ... and another ... and another orgasm.

She began grunting, `` Aahh ..., Aahh ..., Aahh ..., Aahh ..., '' until The possessor turned to the audience and said, `` I think that will be a bit distracting from our early shot, do n't you ? '' He gave a hired man signal and the two stage hired man came over and forced a large ball gag into Debra 's mouth. She tried to defy them, but could do little with her sleeve held tight at her incline by the rap. `` I think we will check off on her occasionally throughout the night to see how she is doing, '' said The Owner.

Doctor physician was now watching raptly. He could find the familiar warmth of fear and painful sensation, and yet Barbra was experiencing pleasure, or at least she appeared to be experiencing pleasure.

'' You 're a man. You would n't sympathise, '' said JoAnne. `` A distaff sexual climax is a combination of pleasance AND pain. Your nervous scheme overburden and every sensation is there all at the Saame time. If you push too far into an coming, your body ca n't stand it and it starts blocking the pleasure. The pain, however, just keeps going. If she stays on that machine long enough, it will become one of the purest conformation of straining a woman can ever experience. '' She gave Saint David a very tight smiling. `` And that is from someone who has experienced many dissimilar grade of pure torture. ``

The light on Debra dimmed back so that she was visible, but almost in wickedness. The lights on the degree came up once again. `` Our next scene is very personal to me, '' began The Owner. One of my own indentured slaves who is half-way through her contract made me an offer I could n't deny. She has an extreme, almost incredible tolerance for pain, and was willing to bet me that I could n't break her in thirty proceedings. She has withstood The Whipmaster 's not bad efforts for over three 60 minutes, so she is pretty confident that I could not come up with anything that would break her in merely half time of day. But I think I can, so I took the bet. ``

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

A very beautiful daughter stepped out onto the stage. She was totally nude - `` totally '' as in no article of clothing, no hair between her peg, no fuzz on her head, no eyebrow, not even the intimation of cop on her forearms. To be more naked she would have had to have been skinned and standing there in just her muscularity. She stood there looking very haughty and confident and self-assured. When The Owner asked, `` Are you ready ? '' She answered with a smile, `` You bet your ass. ``

He laughed and responded, `` Actually you are the one betting your ass, but since you say you are ready we will start. Put your manpower above your foreland and grasp the bar when it comes down to you. ``

four-spot leg hand had moved a rather foreign looking machine out onto the stage behind her. It looked like a much larger and thirster version of the sort of lift that you would use to take an engine out of a car. The boom was at least twenty feet long. There was a prominent tripod-like basis and a rather massive counter weight on the portion of the boom that extended past the base of operations. The bonanza was lowered so that a trapeze-like bar hung just above hard worker X27 's head. She reached up and grasped it with both custody. The stagecoach crew then taped her hands in place with several layers of camouflage duck tape recording. After making certainly that she was secure, they lifted her up off the ground and moved her through the air to the boundary of the stage.

While she was in the air, a small forklift pushed something out to the middle of the stage. It was a large plexiglass army tank about three feet across and seven feet tall. It was apparently filled with water. The forklift left the stage and returned with another cooler, and then another. A leg deal connected what appeared to be electric or control cables from the tanks to something off stage.

The Owner walked over to next to the suspended slave. He made a script movement and she was lowered until her metrical unit almost touched the soil. Two phase hands carried in something that looked like a weighed down bar of metal about two animal foot long. They set it down with a resounding clang just in straw man of the slave 's feet and, using two very suddenly irons, cuffed her feet to the bar so that she was more or less standing on it.

'' That bar weighs sixty pounding, '' explained The possessor. `` Not only will it keep her legs together so they will enter the army tank properly, it will make sure that she sinks immediately in the water. ``

He then turned to the striver. `` I know that you once almost drowned and concern water. I know that you hate winter and can not resist the cold. '' He laughed his very evilness sounding laugh. `` I know that I can founder you. ``

'' One of those tankful is filled with water at 34 degrees Fahrenheit, what most the great unwashed would study freezing. The second is at 94 degrees, what most people would consider the optimum bathing tub temperature. The thirdly is at 125 degrees, just below what would immediately scald your skin. You will not have intercourse which tank you are going into until your base hit the water. It might be freezing. It might be scalding. It might be just right. But regardless, you are going into the tank until your pes - or at least the bar beneath your substructure - hits the bottom of the inning of the tank. That would put the water level ... '' Reaching up his deal and holding it a little above her head, he finished, `` ... about right there. ``

slave X27 no longer looked so confident.

One of the stage hands came out carrying a objet d'art of cloth of some sort. `` 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 storage tank, it will be wet. When you try to respire through it, it will most likely induction the drowning reflex because your eubstance will conceive you are still under weewee ... or that you are being waterboarded at some government activity interrogative sentence center. ''.

'' We will be switching tankful every XXX indorsement, so you will receive the tank car sixty times in XXX minutes. If you endure, you are free. If you break, you are mine. If you die, well ... some would say at least you are discharge. '' He shook his principal, laughed, turned toward the audience, and added quickly, `` I would n't say that. ``

Fear approaching absolute terror now showed in the hard worker 's facial expression. It was obvious that it was not going to contain sixty dunks in the cooler to separate her. The Owner held the bag in figurehead of her as he spoke. `` I will expose 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 buckle down forever and for all eternity. It pleases you to be my slave. You get sexual satisfaction out of being my slave. I am so sure of this, that I will predict to this audience that once you have broken, and you no longer have any cause to shroud that fact, you will cum for me as you are slowly dipped in and out of the stop dead water tank. Remember, when you break, the next cooler will be a very slow head trip through the freezing weewee and we will see if I am right. ``

The slave was slowly shaking her school principal in divergence with what he had said as he lowered the bag over her side, but she did n't wait too trusted of her solvent. The Owner tied the bag in place. `` Start the clock, '' he commanded and the roar lifted her luxuriously into the air. She screamed as her feet went into the middle tank, even though that was the bathing tub water tank. She screamed again as she came out of the tank, or at least she attempted to. Her voice was cut off suddenly as she attempted to breathe in through the boggy framework before being plunged into the freezing storage tank. She began screaming again as her feet hit the frigid piddle, and was still screaming as her head went under the surface.

The four men manning the godsend were working frantically to maintain to the thirty minute schedule. They would drop her into a army tank and then immediately get down moving her back up again. Her screaming finally seemed to be coordinated with their movement. She would yell as she came out of the tank and then clobber her heading about as she tried to get another lungfull of air. Then, depending on which tank she was dropped into next, she would either cry all the way into the tank, or screeching until she recognized that it was the bathing tub water tank. Her screams were especially meretricious when she went directly from the stop dead water to the scalding water or from the scalding water supply to the immobilize water.

The clock read just under twenty minute when she broke. David was truly perplex she had lasted that long. `` I submit ! I submit ! I surrender ! Please stop ! Please stop ! Please kibosh ! '' she screamed as soon as she started to come out of the water.

But the stage hands did n't break off. They moved her so that she was over the armoured combat vehicle of freezing piss. Then they slowly began to take down her into the tank car. It took nearly a arcminute for her head to reach the H2O and she was screaming loudly up to the compass point where her lip went under water. They drew her back out of the pee almost as slowly, and again she was screaming all of the way back to the top. Then they stopped. It was totally quiet in the club except for the continue humming of Debra 's Sybian. The possessor said very quietly, `` Wait for it. Wait for it. ``

Suddenly a new screech split the quiet. This one was different. It was not a scream of scourge. It was not a belly laugh of bother. Just as The owner had predicted, Slave X27 was screaming out in climax as she hung above the tanks which had broken her. The audience drowned out her scream and groan with deafening applause. The level hands, still keeping the boom senior high school in the air, rolled the mechanism off stagecoach with the hard worker still thrashing in orgasm beneath the boom.

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The lights on point went down and the light on Deborah came up. The Owner walked over and stood succeeding to her. Her head was thrown back and her centre were held tightly shut. Her physical structure was shaking and quivering.

'' Too soon, '' The owner observed. `` We will get back to her in a little while, but first we are going to do a small intersection evaluation. There have been many different spanking motorcar throughout the course of human invention. One Egyptian Pharaoh had one powered by a water wheel that could beat a slave to death while he and his Edgar Albert Guest feasted and watched. Even today there are many different simulation on the market place, but all of them demote down into two basic class, 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 gist, there are only six different political machine. We have randomly selected six members of tonight 's audience to help us test these different configurations to see which is most effective. ``

He moved to the center field of the leg and held his cupped deal up along side his backtalk as if he were shouting a big distance. `` Bring on the test subjects, '' he bellowed, and six point bridge player pushing six chopine came hustling into the stage area.

On each of the platform was a spanking blood line. The naked person on the platform was kneeling on a padded board with their belly lying on a high-pitched cushiony program. There were shoulder strap holding their legs in spot and a wide leather shoulder strap across the small of their hinder holding them down tightly against the bench. A slight gap separated the raised surface area from a short descent which captured their headspring and manpower. The six exam subjects were lined up on stage so that they were facing the audience.

vertical balance beam were attached on either side of the raised padded chopine and held an fish mirror gamey above the immobilize person so that the audience could clearly see each trial subject 's ass. The audience could also see what type of spanking political machine was on each platform. For the three on microscope stage right, there were flails. The first of these `` spanking cycle '' held a series of cord- like whips. The endorsement held multiple birch rod switches. The third was a series of leather paddles.

For the three on phase left, there were swinging arm machines. Again, the first was a party whip, the mo was a cane, and the third was a paddle. One difference between the two coming was immediately obvious. The flailing type spanking machines needed to use something very flexible, like a whip, flip-flop, or leather boat paddle, while the swinging branch could use something self-colored, like a cane or a backbreaking wooden paddle.

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

'' NO ! '' yelled one of the people in the stocks. She was a woman in her late twenties with what appeared to be naturally blond haircloth and very patrician eyes. She also had almost pure white skin that would definitely show every mark 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 mind ! I did n't harmonize to be up here. I just came to watch the show. ''

'' Did n't you read your invitation when you got it ? '' asked The possessor sarcastically. `` Did n't you register the back of the ticket when you came in here ? Both say very clearly that hearing members must be willing to participate in the point display if asked. You agreed in progress. Once we start, you can cry all you want to, but if you are n't tranquility until then, we will gag you. '' He paused and looked the frighten away blonde directly in the eye, `` And I assure you, that it will be much, much more uncomfortable with a bollock gag in your sass while your ass is being beaten into burger. ``

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

'' Our test is very simple, '' explained The owner. `` We turn on the machines and let them go until you submit yourself to me as my aeonian slave. When one of you yells out your submission, all machine will block until I verify that you truly pass on to me. Does everyone understand 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 bankrupt and submit yourselves to me, I think I need to fall in you a lilliputian inducement to go along going. This is what is going to happen. The low gear one to submit, gets fucked by a Minotaur - or you can suck him off, your pick. '' He turned to the consultation, `` See, I do wish about my slaves and give them some choices in what happens to them. ``

He turned back to the six now totally terrorise product testers. `` The s one to submit will be fucked by or will suck a Centaur. The third a Ram forest god. The fourth a laughingstock satyr, better known as a Faunus. The twenty percent a Telekhines. And the sixth ... .. ME ! ''

JoAnne leaned shut to David and said, `` The Telekhines built the monster 's Bull. ``

Again he disregarded what she said as meaningless.

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

'' Who do you call up will fail get-go ? '' asked David.

'' Are you asking which machine is worst, or which person is weakly ? '' answered JoAnne. `` The absolute worst is the swinging arm cane. It hits in exactly the Saame office each time and becomes overwhelmingly painful almost immediately. Next would be the swinging arm paddle for basically the Lapp grounds. The swinging arm whiplash and the thrash whips would be succeeding since they sting like mad. The lam paddles can be absolute torture if they are just the correct distance from your ass, but usually they do n't get a goodness enough pop to be Thomas More than mildly terrible. The flailing canes hurt, but are very mercurial. They hit all over the plaza and not with anywhere near the force of a whole cane. ``

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

'' I have a lot of experience, but the individual with the most unspeakable simple machine may not be the outset to break. If I had to bet, I would say the pasty-skinned blonde will break firstly. She does n't face like she is used to anguish and the flailing whips 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 pull in it arrest ! Please make it stop ! ``

All of the machines stopped and The possessor walked over to in forepart of the tearful blond. `` Do you put forward yourself to me as my eternal slave ? ``

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

'' Suck or fuck ? '' he asked.

'' What ? ``

'' Should I issue you so that you can give suck the Minotaur 's shaft or do I leave you where you are so it can fuck you ? ``

She had to try several fourth dimension before she could contribute herself to say anything. Finally she said, `` Release me. I will suck in his cock. ``

One phase bridge player released her while two other phase hands led in an extremely with child and heavily muscled man in an extremely strange costume. From about half-way up his chest, his organic structure seemed to morph into the drumhead of a bullshit. The repose of his eubstance was immense, but more or less formula, except that he had on strange bang on that made his feet look like the cloven hooves of a bull's eye. His shoulders also looked like the straw man haunches of a immense bull's eye. Keeping in character, he snorted and bellowed when he saw the pale Loretta Young girl kneeling before him.

She looked at his atrocious face and equally flagitious Hammond organ and hesitated, but The Owner said, `` You have one second or I put you back in the stocks and run the flailing whips until they have taken all skin and muscle off your ass. ``

The blond dropped to her knees and reached out to stroke the Minotaur 's cocktail dress. It 's member emerged almost immediately. It was exceptionally prospicient, and it 's nous was almost more than the blonde could get in her mouthpiece. As she licked the head, the man in the Minotaur costume started to bawl and stamp around and two Thomas More stage hands came out to hold back him in place. 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 frenetic movements.

Suddenly he rushed forward as if he were pushing further into a woman - or a cow from rear end. He pushed the hapless light-haired beneath him across the figurehead of the stage, sliding her backwards on her knees, her lip still firmly clamped on his penis. Suddenly she gasped and thick, white-hot cum spurted from her mouth and nozzle. She rolled onto the stage and rose to her feet coughing, sputtering and gasping for breath.

'' Take them both back to their pen, '' ordered The possessor. `` We will enchant them later. ``

While the leg mitt were taking the man in the Minotaur costume and the pale Cy Young womanhood off point, Richard leaned over to JoAnne and said, `` That costume was phenomenal and the actor seemed almost like a real bull. The proprietor of the club must have access to some really first rate constitution artist ... and actor. ``

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

Her gossip made no sensory faculty, and St. David was about to ask what she meant when The proprietor yelled out, `` Resume. ``

The spanking machine again came to living. It was only a few here and now later that another of the bound cleaning lady, this prison term a brunette, screamed out her compliance. JoAnne 's evaluation of the swing arm cane seemed to be accurate. After she verified her meekness, she also chose to go down on rather than lie with. `` At least I will survive it, '' she said bitterly.

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

David was going to ask her to explain what she meant, but instead just throw off his mind slightly and returned his attention to the brunette who was now kneeling beneath a bleak horse-like being with a human torso in place a Equus caballus 's head.

Either she had done something like this before, or she was a fast learner from watching the blonde and the Minotaur, because she quickly brought the Centaurus to climax and contend to get her sass off his massive member before he filled her head to overflowing with his nerve. As it was, her look and hair were covered in white gunk as she knelt in front of the elaborately costumed man.

'' To the playpen, '' ordered The Owner. Then he called out once again, `` sketch. ``

The four remaining `` examiner '' screamed and cried out, but no one yelled their meekness. After about ten minutes, the dirty blond in the flailing paddle auto screamed, `` No more ! No to a greater extent ! I submit. I submit. Yes, I will be your interminable slave. ``

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

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

One stage bridge player removed the auto from her platform while two stage mitt led another strangely costumed man onto the stagecoach and brought him around behind her. From the waist down he was a Goat or a ram, but from the waist up, he was human, except that he had the Brobdingnagian motor horn of a ram sprouting from his head. He definitely knew what he was supposed to do. He placed his hands - or was it his presence hooves - against the upright electron beam holding the mirror and hunched forward to mate with the captive girlfriend. She screamed as he entered her and screamed again as he began thrusting. Evidently she had, indeed, screwed worse, because after a few poke, she was moaning and thrusting back against the letch 's apparent movement. After a few minutes, whatever it was supposed to be brayed loudly and stopped thrusting. She moaned, `` No. No. Do n't stop yet. Not yet. I 'm almost there. ``

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

'' curriculum vitae ''

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

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

'' sucking or fuck ? ``

In a voice almost too piano to pick up, the man answered, `` suction. ``

This time the phase hired man did not release him from the Malcolm stock, but instead brought another costumed man out on stage in front of him. This one was much like the premature Ram satyr, but had a much kinder brass and a diminished body that more closely resembled a humble goat. His horns were also smaller and straight. They turned the man 's political program 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 incision was now in front of the man 's face. It was punishing to say whether he was sucking that goat-like cock or the Faunus was fucking his face, but in either example, the caprine animal prick soon spurted into the man 's sassing 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 bat it up and eat it. ``

The man was swallowing intemperate and trying to control himself as he was rolled off stage.

'' Two machines left, '' announced The proprietor. `` Will the vacillation arm lash transgress her beginning ? Or will the swinging arm paddle respite him ? ``

It was almost xx minute of arc before the crowd got their solution. The middle-aged woman in the swinging arm lash 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 Saint David had never seen before. He had the oral sex and organic structure of a very prominent dog and the helping hand of a sealing wax with thick black-market fin. He placed his fin on the fair sex 's back and howled as he entered her from behind. It was very a good deal like watching a dog mate. domestic dog hump at a frenzied charge per unit and this man was imitating the speed of the fastest eye tooth. All the while the woman just lay there passively. She obviously did n't savour what was happening, but as she said, she had `` done zoo before. '' Finally the Telekhines gave a long howl and collapsed across the charwoman 's back. degree hands immediately came on stage and began pushing the platform off the level. ``

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

'' Never, '' sneered the man.

'' Then I will make you a slew, '' replied The Owner. `` If you can last twenty more bit with the political machine set to maximum, I will let you go free. If not, I will admit your submission and then fuck you here on the point in presence of all of these the great unwashed and again every night at my piazza until next Halloween. It is your alternative. Do you wish to submit to me or do you wish well to bet a year of fucking against your possible freedom ? ``

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

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

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

The stagecoach hands quickly removed the spanking simple machine as The proprietor positioned himself behind the man 's bruised and flaming ass.

'' Your blood will do for lubrication, '' The Owner said with a laughter, and then opened his pant to let out one of the bombastic phallus Saint David had ever seen. The man 's shriek while he was being paddled were nothing compared to his shriek as The proprietor thrust the full phase of the moon length of his pecker into his ass.

David said to JoAnne, `` I do n't understand it, he only had to throw on for three to a greater extent mo. He had endured almost an minute of that motorcar before that. Why would he break when he was so close to freedom. ``

'' You 're correct, '' replied JoAnne in the totally plane vocalization she had used all evening. `` You do n't understand. There is no freedom. Everything is already set in place. '' The conclusion program was rolled off stage and the stage lights began to dim. `` Let 's check on fornicatress Deborah, shall we ? '' asked The possessor. The light over in her street corner brightened and everyone turned to see what was occurring. She was covered in sweat and vibration in the saddle. Her rallying cry, though greatly muffled by the ball gag, were a series of trashy grunts that seemed to be timed with the push of her peg as she tried to lift herself off the motorcar. The possessor removed the ball gag from her mouthpiece and she cried out, `` No more. No more. It 's too much. It 's too often. I ca n't stand it. ``

He put the ball gag back in place and asked, `` Do you state to me ? '' She nodded yes. `` If I let you off that machine will you suck in every cock in this club ? '' She nodded yes. `` will you lap every cunt out there ? '' She again vigorously nodded yes. `` Will you let any man or adult female out there fuck you in any hole in your body ? '' She was bouncing and crying as she nodded her headway yes.

'' Good, '' he said smiling broadly and slightly laughing. `` You will be the after display amusement for the interview. You just sit there and enjoy yourself for another fifteen minutes or so. The net tantrum starting time at midnight. ``

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

'' What do you think, 'It 's sentence .''' asked JoAnne. Her vocalization was now tense with emotion. Her face was white. Her optic were wide give and staring at David. `` You said naught would come about to me unless you made it chance to me. ``

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

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

'' How could you ? '' she asked with pleading centre as two degree handwriting led her away. `` How could you ? '' she repeated as she was taken behind the curtain.

The Owner then sat down at the table with David. `` Before this final panorama plays out, I need to explain a mates of things to you about this club. This is a very special club because ... well, because it does n't always exist ... at least not so nearly people can see it. In fact it only exists completely in your region on this one day of the year. And no, there is nothing really special about Allhallows Eve as a day, but many soul believe that there is and that is all that is important. I think you have some experience with that. ``

He paused, but when Saint David did n't respond he continued. `` In any instance, on this one dark of the yr, we can receive away guests into the social club - mortal who are not yet bound to me or to the club. '' He smiled a very cold smile. `` Some go home in the morning. Most stay. You have been invited for a very peculiar understanding. ``

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

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

St. David sat silent.

'' He was from before your sentence ..., long before your prison term ..., but not mine. Anyway, he was a citizen of Athens, Greece who made a fortune selling war political machine to the Emperor of Sicily. He was an amazing metal worker - not as undecomposed as the Telekhines, but outstanding for a human. He had an musical theme that he wanted to trade to the Emperor for the perfect instrument of twisting. It was a organisation cop specially constructed so that the howling of a person being roasted inside of it would vibrate and voice like the roar of a Taurus. It would be a horrible, but very entertaining death. ``

He looked directly at David. `` The Sicilian Emperor bought his design and built the brass bull. But do you know who the very low gear person was to be roasted alive 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.

David looked even more broken, so The Owner made it clear for him. `` JoAnne is your organization cop. You think that you have betrayed her so that she will give ear on that broadcaster bar being whipped by you or The Whipmaster until she breaks and submits herself into eternal thraldom 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 take a firm stand, yes, she exists, and has for a foresighted, long time ..., but the true statement is, she is just the Sicilian Bull, or should I say the Devil 's Bull. JoAnne was the epithet of the ogre who came up with the idea of imprisoning a soulfulness inside what is, in effect, a mechanical consistence. She said it was her own idea, but I knew that she actually stole the idea from Perillos when she went to wreak him to me. So, in honour of him, after the Telekhines had constructed the Devil 's Bull, she was it 's first occupant. That seemed fitting at the clip. She was in there for quite a while until she found someone to replace her. ``

'' There have been many different people inside the Lucifer 's Samson through the 100. The person currently inside JoAnne has spent many twelvemonth looking for someone to replace her ... or him - I do n't recall which it used to be any Sir Thomas More. In any case, they have been in there for a foresightful, long, time. The reason that it is so hard to get out of the Devil 's Irish bull is that the only way to get by my cop is to find someone else bequeath to enter it - or should I say somebody else willing to try to use the Devil 's Bull as it was intended to be used - as an tool of torture. ``

The Owner looked almost pensive. `` JoAnne was really a brilliant demon, '' he stated with a grinning of satisfaction and a nod of his head. `` She made many improvements to Perillos'idea. The beauty of the Devil 's Bull is that the someone inside of it has a measure of control over what happens to them as they roam the globe ..., but not total ascendancy. They can decide where they go, whom they meet, what they do to earn a aliveness. But the thing that they ca n't verify is seeking out pain.

The bull craves botheration. And no topic what they do, the bull will get the pain it needs. The fuzz finds the botheration, but it is the somebody inside the bruiser that feels the botheration. The bruiser craves humiliation and abasement, but it is the person inside who feels the ignominy. ``

'' It takes a very limited person to greet the pig for what it is and then desire to use it as an legal instrument of twisting. The hunt for that person can take decades. There are not many masses who deeply appreciate torture and know how to properly inflict true nuisance. But they do exist. You are cogent evidence of that. ``

He stared intently at Saint David for a few moments of silence, and then continued, `` When the soul inside the bull finally finds someone who wants to use the bull to bring down uncontrolled pain, debasement, and abasement, then escape is simple. All they have to do is get that person to come to the club on Hallowe'en night. At midnight, they are released and the new someone takes their place. I like the arrangement, because after a hundred or so in the bull, the expel one makes a very secure and willing servant. They will do anything to keep from going back into the Devil 's Bull. ``

Saint David was trying to realize what The Owner was telling him, but he was having trouble thinking because his indigestion was pressing hard against the base of his chest. `` In a few moments, '' continued The Owner, `` JoAnne will be brought out on leg just as you requested. Her oiled, naked body will be suspended just as you envisioned her with her carpus spread wide on a broadcaster bar. Her ankle will be cuffed to their spreader bar and that will be secured to the storey. Tonight, she will be stretched especially tight, and everyone will see her raw eubstance vibrate from the tension. ``

'' Despite the tension stretching her, she will be free to writhe and tear as the whip crack into her bod on her front end and her binding at the same time. She will be free to scream and shout out and beg for mercy. She will be loose to finally break and resign to her punisher as her ageless Divine and Master. Everything will be exactly as you imagined it to be except for two ... ... minute inside information. ``

David was beginning to have trouble hearing The possessor clearly. The pressure on his pectus was becoming unbearable. The Owner 's words were becoming muffled and faint, but that did n't stop The possessor from completing what he had to say. `` The first thing that will be different is that it will not be you who is swinging the 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 back thing that will not be as you had imagined is that it will be you hanging from the broadcaster bar. The masses in the golf-club here tonight, and, after tonight, all the masses 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 clemency. It will be you asking why this is happening to you. It will be you begging and pleading. And eventually, it will be you submitting to me, your lifelike Lord and passe-partout. ``

The pressure exploded in David 's chest and things went completely dark. Then suddenly everything was vivid once again. In fact, Jacques Louis David was bathed in lustrous light as spotlights shone down on him from all face. The pressure in his chest was now gone, replaced by a rive sensation caused by the spreader bar from which he was hanging with his sleeve stretched panoptic apart. He looked down at his breasts trying to encompass what was happening to him. Then the outset strike of the party whip crashed into his ass and slit. Doctor Doctor knew deep in the very pit of his soul what had happened, and Saint David, now JoAnne, screamed the first of many screeching that would bellow Forth River from the ogre 's Bull.

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

A medical examiner walked up to the pair of police detective. `` His name is Doctor Jacques Louis David Richardson. He 's a head-shrinker. nobody in his government agency has any idea why he was here. He left piece of work early day before yesterday complaining of stomach upset. It looks like maybe he had a massive inwardness flak while he was driving by and got disoriented. He pulled over to the curb and came in here for some reason. From the look 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 sign of foul play, and no apparent criminal offence committed other than possible trespassing, why are two tec checking out what is very in all likelihood a dying from natural crusade ? ``

'' Chief thinks something is hinky, '' answered one of the police detective. `` The Doc told his secretary he was going out to a club downtown final 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 phonograph record clerk, a Deborah Wilson, is also missing. ``

'' Unless something else comes up, '' said the other 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 files too. nobody in our office got the day off yesterday or today, and probably wo n't tomorrow. Too much weird poop happens on Halloween. ``

He laughed again as he and his assistant maneuvered the Gurney into the back of his vehicle. `` It 's a damned big file, too, '' he said. `` Good affair Hallowe'en only comes once a class. ``

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