Surviving The Iron Maiden

Ever since I went on a tour of a museum of torture devices, in the Netherlands, about five years ago, I have had fantasies about being locked in an iron maiden. 

Perhaps I should say a few things about myself before getting on to my fantasies: my name is Natalie, I’m the daughter of a millionaire, and I have been a masochist for all my adult life. I like intense physical experiences: the kiss of the whip, the ember of a cigarette just brushing over my nipple, the sensation of a needle as it is slowly pushed into my breast. I have been lucky enough to find a girlfriend who likes dealing out what I like receiving.

   Ah, yes, the iron maiden fantasy. With the exception of the website Perilous Thoughts, I couldn’t really find much on the internet dealing with willing slaves having the door of the iron maiden slowly closing on them, long needles slowly pushing into their breasts and other body parts. For a long time I had to satisfy myself with just reading those stories. But whenever Joy – my girlfriend did any play piercings with me, I always tried to imagine myself in an iron maiden. But it wasn’t enough.

Then, one day, it occurred to me that Joy, a scientist at MIT, could probably design an iron maiden which would torture but not kill. I certainly had enough money to build such a thing. Joy could make sure that the needles did not pierce any important body part, and that all veins and arteries could be avoided. Yes, I had fantasies of being in an iron maiden, but I wasn’t suicidal. I wanted to survive the experience.

   It took Joy a long time to design and build the iron maiden. I had to wait over a year. But, one day, a large object was delivered to my home. It was Joy’s computerised iron maiden.

“If I lock you inside there it will take six hours to complete the program.” Joy said. “Once you are inside there will be no release once you are strapped in place. The program will keep going until it has pierced you – and this will be a deep piercing. You will be pierced on your arms, legs, and in your breasts. Needles will slowly come out into your sensitive areas. The…”

   “Don’t tell me the details, I don’t want to know everything that is going to happen.” I said, interrupting Joy. “I want to be scared of what might happen. And I want to try it now.”

   I stripped off my clothing as quickly as possible. Joy pressed a button and the door to the iron maiden opened. I was surprised not to see any needles on the inside of the iron maiden. But I could see some sort of dildo attachment coming out of the floor, and a metal frame with straps on the inside, to which I would be bound, I supposed to keep me in the correct place.

   The needles, I was to discover, would come out of the walls of the device.

   “Step next to the metal frame.” Joy said. She tightened straps on me, around my arms, leg, and body, and ones around the base of my breasts. “The computer will ensure that these do not cut off blood supply, causing gangrene or necrosis. But it will make sure that you can’t move, as that might endanger you. Now, once I close the door, the program will start. Are you sure that you want this?”

I nodded. It was about to be the realisation of a dream. Joy closed the door. Then began the most exciting six hours of my life.

At first I didn’t notice anything, and I became a little bored. Then I noticed pricking sensations on the skin of my bottom. Needle points were touching my skin. At the same time I felt the dildo touching the lips of my pussy. It felt cold, and very hard. Thankfully my pussy soon began to lube up, as I fantasised about the pain to come.

The metal dildo slowly forced its way inside me. There was no way I could have stopped it. It was a very slow rape. Meanwhile, at the same time, I felt the needles touching my butt force their way inside. The needles did not all enter at the same time, but one after the other, so that I could feel every needle transfix my skin. At the same time I felt needles touching my arms, and my legs.

   Time passed slowly, as needles were slowly pushed into my arms and legs, all over my limbs. It felt as though I had hundreds of needles inside me. It was dark inside the iron maiden, and I had to imagine just how many needles there were. By then the metal dildo had entirely filled my vagina. It didn’t fuck me, but was just still, totally filling me up.

   Then I felt the bands around my breasts tightened by the computer. My breasts became hard balls. I knew that they would look purple. Needles came out of the walls of the iron maiden, to prick and then pierce my tits. By then I was screaming with pain, despite my masochistic tendencies. This was too much, even for me. But there was nothing which I could do but endure it.

The needles pierced my breasts from their edges, going towards the nipples. The needles seemed to each push in at least an inch. Soon every part of my breasts apart from my areolae and nipples had been transfixed by cold steel. The needles piercing my areolae were sharp, but thicker, and seemed longer than the others. I thrashed my head from side to side as they slowly, inexorably forced their way into my flesh. I had been in the iron maiden for hours by then, but I still had some time to go.

   The last needles to pierce my breasts were the ones which went into my erect nipples. But they could not really be described as needles. No, they were skewers, slowly going down all of the way through my nipples. But they didn’t stop there. They carried down, into my milk ducts, deep into my breast tissue. I was to later discover that they were four inches long.

   I hung in my bonds. I felt exhausted. I just wanted to get out of there. But the computer wasn’t done. I felt a pricking inside my vagina, and I realised that little needles were coming out of the metal dildo. The inside of my cunt was being pierced.

Finally, as I neared the six hour mark, I felt the very last needle. It touched the tip of my clit. Like the other needles, I couldn’t resist, bound as I was inside the machine. It went half an inch inside me, down inside the visible part of the clitoris. But I know that there is more to the organ, hidden inside the female body, and the needle kept going, as I orgasmed and fainted with the pain.

When I recovered consciousness I was out of the iron maiden and in my bed, bandaged up and parts of my body stinging from antiseptic with Joy had helpfully used. The inside of my vagina was really stinging. She was sitting beside the bed, with a concerned look on her face.

   “I was worried that it was too much for you.” she said. “I think that I got carried away when I designed it.”

   “It was too much for me, and I will love you forever for that.” I said. “It was what I needed. I will be fine.”

   Joy breathed a sigh, and got up, intending to leave me to recuperate. I called out as she was about to go out the door.

   “Maybe, for next time, you can get the needles to deliver electric shocks…”