Revenge and Consequences

“Look, look, you’ve-- Please, no wait, please just hear me out for-- Please, PLEASE! You’ve made your point.”

The woman’s voice wavered between desperate begging and an attempt at negotiation, until she saw them moving the torturous device back towards the junction of her thighs. Then even her attempts at calm shattered, her eyes flying open in her flushed face.

“Please! I’ll-- Oh God. Oh, oh, ohhh… oh GOD PLEASE!”

She was an attractive woman, in her early to mid 40s. Brown hair that she cut short and kept simple. Large breasts. A body toned by moderate exercise, not for strength, but to look good in a suit… and she did. She was the kind of woman who could walk into a room in a pants suit, demand respect, and look damn good doing it. A woman who was used to being able to negotiate just about anything.

Her circumstances, now, were very different.

Now she was here, bound to what her captors called their ‘correction board.’ A rope wrapped tightly around her neck, to stop her from lifting herself from the board. A tie around each wrist and elbow left her arms trapped useless at her sides. And a tie around each knee and each ankle, spaced far apart, left her thighs split nearly 180 degrees with her knees bent at a right angle along the side of the board.

A powerful woman, reduced to this. Spread open. Vulnerable. And unable to do anything but beg and thrash her head back and forth, as the vibrator quickly dragged her over-sensitive body to another unwanted orgasm.

“Too, too, too sensitive. I can’t, I can’t, what do you, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY, PLEASE! I can’t, I can’t I--” Her voice cut out, raw wrists and ankles pulling on the ties as her body fought the bondage, as her mouth opened in a soundless scream. As the agonizing pleasure from the vibrator dragged another countless peak from her overstimulated body, until she collapsed back against the board, quivering.

Only then did one of them lean over, running a hand beneath her suit jacket, one of only two pieces of clothing they’d decided to leave her. Sharp fingernails found her nipples, pinching and twisting them, and a voice spoke.

“What do we want you to say?” The feminine voice chuckled harshly. “A lawyer to the last, aren’t you? A negotiator. But this isn’t about what we want you to say; it’s about what you’ve said.”

The woman continued to heave against the board as this new voice spoke, staring desperately up at the silhouette against the bright light they’d left shining down on her. Before, they had taken the vibrator away, given her brief moments to regain her composure, to catch her breath. Now they left it there, tormenting her swollen, sensitive flesh through the scanty protection of her soaked panties.

“You remember, counselor. Your ‘genius’ defense of that young man, the one accused by that poor woman. ‘Women cannot achieve non-consensual climax. These are the facts. You have heard the testimony of my client, his accuser, and medical experts; therefore, you must acquit.’” The nails traced across her chest to her other breast. "Isn't that what you said, in your closing argument?"

Her eyes widened, as she realized what this was about. Her mouth opened to speak, but only a shriek emerged, as those sharp nails bit into her nipple, pain tearing through her chest. Pain that her fevered brain twisted, so that it only stoked the unwanted fire burning between her thighs.

“We don’t care about your defense, or that you got the acquittal.” The voice sounded wry, as the free hand gestures at the silhouettes surrounding the woman. “We’re not exactly in a position to judge your morals, are we?"

The woman on the board, the counselor, began to pant as those hands traced down her bare abdomen towards that tormenting vibrator.

"No, we just wanted to be sure that a learned woman such as yourself is [i]intimately[/i] aware of all of the facts.” The voice said.

“I am, oh I am, please please, thank you, oh God, thank you…” She practically sobbed in gratitude as the speaker pulled the vibrator away away from her pussy, moisture making her panties nearly transparent where they clung to the swell of her vulva. That grateful, pitiful sobbing ended quickly, as the flash of light reflected from a blade caught her attention.

“Wha- what are you…?” The woman froze as she felt cold metal against her inner thigh, sliding under the fabric of her white cotton panties. Two quick moves of the knife, and she felt cool air running over her slit as even that last, useless protection of her underwear was taken away.

“Open your mouth, now.” The voice spoke again, calmly demanding obedience, and she could see the white fabric hanging in their right hand. “I said open! And stick out your tongue.”

The speaker only waited a moment, a moment where the woman did not immediately open her mouth, and then the nodded to someone the woman couldn't see. The wet sound of leather striking flesh echoed across the small room and the woman screamed, as a short leather belt slapped down against her exposed, swollen and oh-so-sensitive cunt.

"There's another five coming, unless you--" The speaker began, before the woman quickly cut her off.

“O- okay! Please, don’t, I’ll do what you want! Her, ee? Ih ohen, ehr.” She stuck her tongue out, a formerly-proud lawyer not even trying to negotiate, now, just pathetically eager to please if it meant avoiding more torment. "Uhm ohheying, hease, hease..."

Her eyes widened in shocked horror, as the silhouette reached down to rub her wet panties over her face, under her nose, against her tongue. The scent of her own pussy filled her nostrils. Then, before she could respond, those panties were being shoved into her mouth, forcing her to taste them as her tongue was pushed back. She gagged, trying to push them back out, as they wrapped tape over her lips, around her head, trapping them in.

Satisfied the panties were secure, the speaker nodded again to that unseen holder of the leather strap, and their victim only had a moment to realize what was about to happen.

“Mmph! Nnn! Ugh!” Her furious protestations through her panties, now her gag, cut off with a shriek as the speaker nodded again, and another slap sent fire blazing between her thighs. Two, three, four times that strap came down and she shrieked. On the fifth, they watched in interest as her overstimulated body and brain confused pain and painful pleasure, as the shuddering pain became a different kind of shuddering, as the last slap sent another orgasm rippling through her confused, overwhelmed body.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuh..." She moaned through the gag, half a word and half a sob, as her chest heaved for air and her frantic, wide eyes found those of the speaker looming over her. "Wuuuuh? Uhhh. Uhhh duhh eht, uhh ohhend uh ouff..."

“Quiet. We want you to understand, you don't get to negotiate. YOu don't get to talk yourself out of trouble, to capitulate for a lighter sentence." The speaker said. "Now, look down between your legs; like I said, we want to be sure you understand everything.”

They waited for her to look down, and appreciated how her eyes widened when she saw what they’d moved into place.

“Now, this first piece you won’t be able to see, but we trust you’ll notice--" The speaker was interrupted again, but this time by a horrified squeak of shock and outrage. "--ah, there we are.”

“Mmph! Nnn nuh ehhhr!” She felt the first, cold touch of lubrication against her anus, the very tip of something hard. She had never, never, ever allowed anything there. Now, she was helpless as they forced this intruder into her. Larger, and larger, until she was shaking her head, knowing she couldn’t take any more, when suddenly it popped into place, filling her.

“Right. Now, this next bit… If you could look down again, counselor, thank you.” They watched her glance down over the swell of her breasts and mound, between her own thighs, as they slid the machine fully into place. It looked like nothing more than a large, curved dildo in front of a simple electric motor. “Now this…”

They kept speaking, but she stopped hearing them as they slid the rod inside of her. Groaning, she felt it stretch the sensitive tissues of her pussy, her well-lubricated body accepting the intruder as if she wanted it. She clenched down, thrashed her head, curled her toes and squeezed her hands uselessly into fists, but there was nothing she could do to resist this unwanted intrusion. It pushed into her further, and further, until the the curved, bulbous head was pressed against that special place inside of her, just below her belly button. She knew, without having to listen, what that would do.

“And, of course, this you already know.” She returned to reality as they displayed the same vibrator from before, now with straps. Without explanation, they strapped it to her, pushing it against her reddened flesh, nestled above the black invader splitting the core of her womanhood. Adjusted it so that the vibrator’s weight had it pressing down, nearly trapping the erect pearl of her clit between the vibrator and the dildo.

“So, tell me, counselor. What do you think happens, when a strong, intelligent woman like yourself is left like this? For hours… maybe even days, if I feel like it?” The speaker’s voice was barely more than a whisper in the quiet room. “Will it break you? When I come back, will you be nothing more than a slobbering, mindless shell? Or will you acclimate to it, maybe even learn to crave it?”

Her eyes stared up at the speaker’s silhouette, silently begging them not to do this, not to flip the switch she could see in those hands. Hoping, futilely, that some connection with this unknown feminine voice would elicit even a hint of sympathy.

They flipped the switch.

The vibrator buzzed into violent life on her clit, as the curved head of the dildo moved against her, pumped into her, back and forth, back and forth. Even the fullness in her ass, it was all too much, all too-- She couldn’t--

She howled into her panties and shuddered as their contraption dragged the first orgasm from her, the tendons in her thighs clearly visible, standing testament to her desperate, futile attempts to escape this pleasurable hell. She had thought their torment before was unbearable, but it was nothing compared to this. And through it all, she could feel them there, just watching her, as her world became consumed in wave after wave of unrelenting, agonizing pleasure.

They watched as she attempted to thrash on their board. Watched as she came, and came again, shuddering harder each time as the machine worked tirelessly, ripping pleasure from her unwilling flesh. Watched as she shook her head, and tried to bed, and jerked and groaned from the unrelenting abuse. Watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, as she tried to escape into unconsciousness. And they watched as she came to, moment later, her face suffused with despair as she realized that she couldn’t escape, not even there.

Finally they left her there, alone, spotlit in the middle of a dark room, as their machine continued. As she struggled, and came. Screamed, and came. Begged the empty room around her, insensate from it all, and came. Groaned, and came. Whimpered, and came.

Until finally, the only sounds in the room were the whir of the fucking machine, the buzz of the vibrator, and the rapid, uneven breathing that was the only sound she remained capable of as she suffered in silence.

Overhead, a solitary red light blinked, unnoticed by the suffering woman below, capturing it all.