Gwen Ch. 03

Disclaimer: This short story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred.




Gwen hears the sound of the panel in the steel cell door slide open. She knows that she is supposed to back up to it and permit her wrists to be cuffed. But, after having needles thrust through her breast for the last two days, she refuses. She knows that she will be punished. She crouches in a corner with the thick brown wool blanket covering her.

"Gwen, darling," Laura demands, "present your hands for cuffing."

Gwen pulls back more, tears swelling in her eyes. She doesn't respond to Laura's command.

Laura grows impatient. She summons the male orderlies. Still Gwen refuses to leave the corner and submit to Laura.

"You will be punished if you don't obey me!" Laura warns Gwen.

"My breasts hurt, Mistress, and you will only abuse them more," Gwen complains. "Already they are swollen and bruised."

Two burly orderlies appear. They are obviously displeased at having to leave the breakfast table to handle an unruly prisoner. Laura unlocks the door and the two men enter. They seize Gwen roughly and bind her hands behind her back.

"Hold her up," Laura directs the two, "present hear breasts for my pleasure." Gwen shakes her head and struggles against the cuffs.

Laura cups her hands under Gwen's breasts. "Does it hurt, darling?" She asks.

"Mistress knows that it hurts," Gwen replies. She tightens herself as Laura begins to knead and rub her injured mammary. Gwen screams and writhes in pain. Laura is oblivious to the girl's cries. Salty tears stream over hot pink cheeks.

Laura looks in her black case and pulls out two large spikes, long nails. Gwen's eyes widen at the prospect of being pierced by the cruel spikes.

"We need to make the morning last, Gwen," Laura says. We can push these in very slowly to enjoy every fraction of an inch they pierce. And the best thing is, they will be 'forever.'"

Gwen begs: "No. Please no Mistress."

Laura is determined to have her way, however. As the two guards struggle to keep Gwen immobile, Laura locates one of the holes left by a needle. She slowly pushes the large nail along a given path.

Gwen shakes, convulses, and retches on her empty stomach. Laura makes conversation while ever-so slowly inserting the spike through Gwen's left breast: "I bet that your boyfriend used to rub and squeeze these beautiful globes." Laura squeezed Gwen's left breast with nail part-way in. Gwen screamed as loud as she is able. The cry made Laura ooze vaginal secretions from her vulva, hidden by clothing. As Laura pushes the spike through, she experiences a wicked, climax. Laura's breathing is ragged and irregular as she has multiple orgasms.

Once the nail is in place, Laura rotates and twists it. Gwen passes out in pain, only to be brought back to reality by having her face slapped. "We have only begun," Laura informs Gwen. Gwen's eyes widen with fear and she perspires profusely.

The second nail is driven in. Laura informs Gwen of her situation.

"Your hands will remained cuffed behind your back, Gwen," Laura relates. "You will get no food or water nor will you be allowed to sleep until you have removed the nails."

Gwen looks nonplused.

"You may rub them against the floor or an edge of the door frame, Gwen," Laura suggests. "I don't care how you remove them. And for sure you are wondering how you will no be permitted to sleep or rest."

"Yes, Mistress," Gwen replies.

"In the concrete floor are powerful electro magnets," Laura explains. "Should that 'egg' transducer in your uterus detect REM sleep, the magnets will be activated to pull your nails along the floor. The pain will be excruciating. Does a girl understand?"

"A,... A girl thinks so, Mistress," Gwen whimpers.

Laura and the two male orderlies leave, but not before hogtying Gwen. She has to struggle to keep her chest from the concrete floor. Then the powerful electromagnets pull Gwen's nails, forcing her breasts down. Gwen screams.

Several hours of on-again, off-again magnets have left Gwen exhausted. She finally reckons that by aligning herself and pulling against the magnetic field that she can pull the nails out of her breasts. It works, but the process is slow and painful.

Laura returns after a hiatus. She is pleased to see that Gwen has worked the two nails out of her breasts. Gwen tries to keep Laura's hands from her breasts, but she is unable. Bound and unable to resist, Gwen must endure hours of foreplay, her sore, swollen breasts subject to being kneaded mercilessly.

"It's like your boyfriend, girl?" Laura whispers. "Only with pain."

"Yes, Mistress," Gwen replies.

4 September 2013