Competition Breeds Excellence in Captivity

All the iterations of electrical torture had an eventual goal beyond the searing pain: I was improving my surgical skills, of a sort, to permanently degrade Zarina’s ability to bite down. I had long since yearned to spend majority of the rest of our waking lives together with my cock in her mouth, and without a ring gag getting in the way. So early in my preparations I searched for a permanent method of protect my cock from my slave girls’ teeth.

 During my early planning I had considered pulling out all of Zarina’s teeth with pliers as one of her first punishments. But Zarina’s face looked too pretty in photos and her smile was a factor that beguiled me into picking her as my first. I had chosen the silicone lined ring gags because I was afraid she might chip her teeth on others, yet even so I came to be apprehensive that the padding was insufficient. But after the first day it seemed like Zarina’s jaw muscles were completely spent from trying to clench her teeth, whether induced by electrical sparks or her own will via neurotransmitters released by her pain receptors. I’ll give a little credit to incessant throatfucking probably sapping energy and muscular strength in her head as well.

Girls without teeth look like methamphetamine addicts or remind me too much of the poverty I had witnessed in third-world countries. In future generations of sex slaves I did pull a couple of slavegirls’ teeth out as a drastic punishment, but also because I could picture that the beauty of their facial structure would not be too badly debased. But for the vast majority of my slaves, a methodical electrocution regimen of the nerves in their jaws proved a sufficient precaution in what became my standardized welcome.

A 2012 Korean Journal of Anesthesiology found that forceful jaw clenching is ‘inevitable’ during Electroconvulsive Therapy, even when muscle relaxants are used, often leading ‘patients’ biting their own tongues to the point of laceration. Subconsciously, I bet both of us shared a fear that Zarina’s ring gag would fail at some point and she would bite off her tongue. For I had come to wallow in the lingual motions Zarina had discovered to compensate for her inability to deepthroat. In my months of preparation before her capture, my fact-finding concluded that the problem was the solution. I needed to electrocute the appropriate nerves in order to prevent her from biting me or herself when I electrocuted her.

As it so happened, I had been scouring every relevant scientific field to discover the most painful ways to hurt a woman. I came across the American Association of Neurological Surgeons describing Trigeminal Neuralgia, “as the most excruciating pain known to humanity.” Trigeminal Neuralgia is an irritation of the nerve that branches into the lower jaw, cheek, and forehead. Fortunately for sadistic dominants, the muscles of mastication, i.e. chewing, are also innervated or commanded by the trigeminal nerve. The rest of the facial muscles are controlled by a separate nerve, so I confirmed with neurologists that patients who had damaged trigeminal nerves still could make facial expressions, speak and eat, albeit chewing slowly depending on the degree of damage. Leading professionals typically revel in nerding out in their own field, and some maxillofacial surgeons unwittingly walked me through how to perform the electrosurgery. My intention was not to sever the trigeminal nerve or kill it off completely, but instead to thread the proverbial needle with a real copper needle that would force Zarina to close her mouth ploddingly for months. This was another reason why I had planned for my slaves to subsist on pet food during their training.

To probe the area and assess the suitability of my instruments and electrical settings, I commenced by puncturing the nerves at the roots of her teeth to fry them with electricity. Based on Zarian’s introductory reaction, this might have been one of the most painful methods of maltreatment yet. And that was before I increased the charge. Just when I thought I was becoming inured to her weeks of anguish, the frenzy she went into after being shocked in the gums put me in a trance. The only thing that snapped me out of it was the impulse to sanguinarily rape her asshole then and there. After my cock was too placid and tender to stay squeezed in her anal canal, Zarina survived several more jolts below her gum line of increasing power settings. I halted our experiment for the day when her eyes and head began rolling around as if she was about to lose consciousness. No point in hurting a girl when she cannot feel it.

No one can become adept at electrosurgery in a week, but I was pleased with the results of puncturing Zarina’s trigeminal nerves with copper needles and running a current through them. Her whole body and head in particular had been strapped down more tightly than ever before, but her quaking still rattled the whole table even though it was bolted down to the floor. Never before had she let out a continuous scream into her tattered panties stuffed through her ring gag, interrupted only by gulps of air until she blacked out many minutes later. Trigeminal neuralgia lived up its billing as a way to achieve my twin aims of hindering her ability to bite down on my cock and causing her the most excruciating pain known to humanity.

I had been trying to estimate nerve damage by electrocuting other spots on Zarina’s body and testing afterwards whether she could still feel anything there or move the connected muscle. But I had no way to immediately test whether I had sufficiently damaged Zarina’s trigeminal nerves to stop her from being able to bite down swiftly or with any force. Instead, I watched her closely for signs of ‘improvement.’ I kept upping the charges until I saw her jaws go from grinding down on her ring gag to completely slackening between shocks. Even after the shocks ended I had to pry her jaw open to get the mastication muscles to relax. Zarina was still responsive at this point, so her usual innate reaction to any pain should have been to try and grit her teeth. Ergo, when I saw her drool and her mandible glacially try to close, I hazarded that the nerves had been rendered adequately dysfunctional.

It occurred to me that this was a rare chance to cause this level of pain, or at least this specific kind of pain. I had to pounce on top of Zarina and rape her in the most lifeless missionary position a woman could be held in. I climaxed quickly and took a break to recover, sterilize my instruments, drink some water, and go playback the 3D footage of her reaction. This became a clip that never fails to make my horny, hard, and bloodthirsty even after decades of repeated viewings. 

Despite the relatively long break, when Zarina came to, courtesy of my smelling salts, she resumed screaming as if she had never stopped. Her face must have still felt like it had been sentenced to hell. This wrung another load out of me into her now sloppy pussy. Eventually her screeching grew hoarse and she started babbling in North Azerbaijani, but even I could understand that she was panicking because something felt wrong with her jaw. At one point I could make out that she switched to English:

“WHAT DID YOU DO???!!!”

I put in hearing protection, fished Zarina’s panties out of her mouth, and removed her ring gag. The ultimate test of success was to record how long it took after being shocked elsewhere for her to bite down on one of the dildos the size of my organ that had a pressure sensor inside. A test is nothing without a control sample, so I had already collected plenty of data on the normal range of reaction time and force of her bite. The results were literally jaw-dropping and enough to put me somewhat at ease. Despite that, I would repeat the electrocution of her trigeminal nerves in the coming weeks, just to be sure. During each operation I was pleasantly surprised to find her pain receptors were not so deadened that the shocks were noticeably less agonizing. Nerves typically never fully repair on their own, but they do re-grow back at about an inch per month. Consequently, the time it took, and force with which my slave girls bit down under horrible pain would become scheduled metrics to determine how much their trigeminal nerves had repaired themselves. Once a slave girl displayed an upward trend in her bite time or force, her next serious infraction would be addressed with another round of trigeminal nerve electrosurgery.