Kharon Ch. 08

Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.




While in solitary confinement, Kharon finds two challenges: First, having to survive on a daily two liter bowl of soup, which she has to consume in fifteen minutes; and second, having to tolerate the intrauterine device which arouses her sexually only to sense her bodily level of excitation and deny her a climax by electric shock.

At first, she struggled by pain alone to avoid sexual arousal and excitation. She would pinch, pull, and twist her sensitive tits and clit. As time moves on, however, she becomes more and more able to control her libido. That is, while she is in isolation. When being used sexually, that is another issue.

Her feeding situation is designed to ensure that all she is permitted is one large serving of bland soup each day. Moreover, she is given only fifteen minutes to consume it. On days when she is in service, she is also hydrated by the enemas. She must endure several enemas prior to being taken to the punishment room. She has managed to train her bowels to absorb some of the excess water from the enemas.

Today there are a number of clients. The two other girls accepted caning offers with few strokes. Then there is an offer that looks too good to be true: "One hour of heavy petting." Kharon feels that she can endure any amount of foreplay without being aroused to the level of sexual climax or orgasm. It is only a matter of self control. The way that the intrauterine device determines if a girl is nearing climax is a function of her blood pressure, pulse rate, galvanic skin response, cerebral excitation, and other metrics. Kharon is rather pleased with her ability to control her uterus. Jean, the dungeon owner, calls Kharon her "Ice Queen." But all that may be fixing to change.

After Kharon is cleaned and prepped, she is given a blond, neck-length wig and a Japanese schoolgirl outfit. Mistress Jean has some advice for Kharon: "He knows that you have orgasm denial. Expect the unexpected."

Entering the punishment room, Kharon smells the aroma of food. The client, a Real Life businessman, James, is preparing some breakfast for Kharon. Already at the table is a glass of Florida orange juice and some flatware, napkin. Toast just pops up and James quickly smears real butter on the toast; he puts it on a small plate and sets it on the table. He starts some pork sausages and uses the sausage oil to grease the skillet for three scrambled eggs. In a small skillet he is making hash brown potatoes. In a flash the American style breakfast is served.

Kharon eats like a starved pig.

James smiles. "You had a 'knock out' on the food girl," James remarks. "Take a fifteen minute rest before we get down to business. Let your food digest."

"Yes, Sir," Kharon replies and crawls onto a nearby bed still wearing her clothes and wig. James cleans up and runs the dishwasher while Kharon snoozes.

Over half of the hour of "compensated time" has passed when James awakens Kharon with a kiss to her forehead.

"Get completely undressed, girl," James requests. Kharon replies quickly and lies on her back in a standard supine pose. "On your belly, girl," James says and Kharon lies in the prone position. James parts her glorious hemispheres and kisses her exposed rosette, her Glory of Glories.

Kharon is caught off-guard, expecting anything but a kiss on her anus. Then she feels his long tongue penetrate her asshole. She struggles to avoid sexual arousal. For the first time in months, she has to concentrate to keep her buttocks and her anal sphincters from contracting.

James licks her back with the rough blade of his tongue from ass to the nape of her neck. He turns her over and pulls her hands above her head. He kisses and licks her moist armpits, then kisses and nibbles her breasts.

Kharon is totally unprepared for this heavy petting. She knows that her IUD may sense a threshold and discharge an electric shock. She has been so successful at avoiding sexual arousal that the IUD is certain to have a maximal voltaic charge. She trembles and shakes at the very thought. She tries to lie completely still.

Confident in his ability to excite a girl to orgasm, James parts Kharon's pussy lips and kisses and licks her tiny pearl. Kharon keeps her tight control on her libido, recalling one brutal electric shock after another. James presses two fingers into the Ice Queen's vagina. Still she remains frigid. Then James notices that Kharon's buttocks are clenched. He rolls her over in the bed and sets about exposing her comely rosette.

Kharon feels weeks of training versus the unimaginable agony of repeated electric shocks. She senses total defeat as James's tongue presses against her brown star. But James hesitates. He notices that his hour is nearly done and he doesn't think that there is sufficient time remaining to bring Kharon to climax.

"Get dressed, girl," James commands. "We are out of time. The next session will last two hours and there will be props: vaginal vibrator and butt plug. You didn't cum, girl, but I sure as hell did. I have to change underwear now."

Kharon smiled. This was truly a battle of wills. She won the battle, but did she win the war?

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Several days pass and Kharon fears that James has forgotten her. Then there is a noise outside her cell. Jean, the dungeon, opens the cell door. Jean speaks: "There is some dude planking down big bucks for your ass for two hours of heavy petting. I have been in BDSM for years now and I'm still amazed at what people will pay for. As far as I can see all you are is a bag with three holes and some tits."

Kharon blushes.

"Get yourself together, let's get you prepped." Jean utters.

Jean and Kharon rush to prepare Kharon for James, the paying client. Jean notices the enemas and surmises that James has fed Kharon. "You are gaining a Sugar Daddy," she remarks. Jean then lays out a Japanese schoolgirl outfit and an oriental wig. They hurry to the Punishment Room where James is waiting. Jean leaves Kharon.

James has prepared a breakfast for Kharon of a Belgian waffle with maple syrup, fruit, juice, and pork sausages. Kharon eats quickly, solid food is a rariety for her. After she is done, James directs her to the bed.

"Rest for the remainder of the hour," James orders. "We will start the heavy petting at the start of hour two. Does a girl understand?"

"Yes, Sir," Kharon replies. She undresses and climbs into the bed, wearing only her wig. She drifts into a peaceful slumber. When something seems too good to be true, it usually is.

James rinses the dishes and runs the dishwasher. He scours the skillet and uses a steel brush to clean the waffle grill. He finishes cleaning up the kitchen and settles back to read Kharon's dossier.

Kharon is sleeping on her stomach. James pulls the sheets back and spreads Kharon's ass cheeks. She is expecting such and prepared herself. He checks her anus for injury. Finding her rosette to be whole and healthy, he hands Kharon a large black butt plug.

"Insert this indwelling butt plug, girl," James orders.

Kharon struggles and finally is able to insert the black beauty into her rectum. She is becoming arouses. She had thought that nothing anal could stimulate her sexually, but obviously she was wrong.

James covers her back with kisses and turns her over. He kisses, licks, and sucks her "B" cup breasts. Then he kneads, rubs and massages her tits for a full fifteen minutes until they are rock hard and her nipples are erect, her areola puckered and she is aroused. He then hands her a remotely controlled vaginal vibrator.

"Insert this, girl," he commands. Kharon slides the vibrator into her pussy. It initializes itself and adjust its oscillation in perfect osculation with her intrauterine device. Kharon is becoming hopelessly aroused and feels her orgasm pending.

James kisses Kharon just as the IUD shocks her with orgasm denial. Kharon only knows on thing that hurts worse than the discharge of a fully charged indwelling BDSM IUD. That thing is a pussy kick. She stifles a scream and wreathes uncontrollably. Sweat beads on her brow and tears flow freely from her eyes. James licks up the salty sweat from her armpits and the tears from her hot pink cheeks.

No sooner had she experienced the powerful orgasm denial than James is working to arouse her again. He kisses and licks all her sensitive female parts.

He turns her over on her belly and jerks out her butt plug. He kisses her rosette before she is able to react. Her buttocks tremble and squirm. His slimy tongue slips into her rectum. She cannot control her libido. She struggles to keep from clenching her ass cheeks together or pinch her anal sphincters. Weeks of training taught her to keep her glorious hemispheres relaxed at all times. She was trained to permit penetration by penis, fingers, or other objects. Her anal training over arches her ability to manage her libido. Now, halfway into her second hour, she feels the irresistible urge to climax.

A second electric shock strikes her like lightening. Despite her training she cries out. She urinates, wetting the bed.

James smiles. "You are pleasing me," he says as he pulls back from her rear end and re-inserts the butt plug.

Kharon is able to regain her composure and command her libido. She manages to speak: "A girl thanks you, Sir."

James releases her early, giving her a chance to remove the toys and dress herself. She kisses him on the cheek as he leaves.

9 October 2014