My Sister-in-Law, the Bitch

"Fuck, John. Really? Alright, what am I doing instead?"

"You're coming with me out to my fallout shelter in Maine."

Suddenly interested, Christina said, "Oh? Why?"

Grabbing my phone, I queued one of the many clips I have stored. Then, letting the part where she begs Carlos to 'force me to cum as I scream rape Carlo, baby,' I said, "Come with me, and I will fulfil one of your many rape fantasies for you. I'll stage a full-on kidnapping, hostage hold and victim rape scenario for you.

Then, once we're in my shelter, I'll try more of my pleasure/pain experiments on you. Does that sound good?"

Christina gutturally moaned, "Oh, Gawd, fuck, yes! When and how will you do it?"

"I have it all carefully planned for this year's summer school break," I told her. "I usually take a hiking holiday by myself at this time. So, I've told everyone, including Milla and work, that I'm taking an extended break to hike The Appalachian Trail. Everybody knows I'll be gone for five to seven weeks."

"I can't be gone for that long, John."

"I'll have you back safe and sound and well fucked by the time you'd typically come back from Cancun, Christina. Nobody needs ever know you didn't go."

"When are you going to take me?"

"The morning you're supposed to get on the plane to Cancun. To make it as authentic as possible, I'll kidnap you just as I would if I was doing it for real, including chloroforming you to unconsciousness."

Christina lay on her back, then lifted and spread her knees. As her fingers found her clitoris and two delved into her pussy, she moaned, "Fuck! I'm so hot imagining it now. Fuck me, John, please. Let's get this started."

Laughing at her, I replied, "No. You get to take my cock inside your pussy only when you orgasm to the pain/pleasure cycle I will use on you."

"Okay. Watch me cum before you leave, though, please."

It didn't take long before Christina groaned through an orgasm.

"I'll see you on Monday, little miss christina. You won't see me, but I'll see you!" I said as I left for home.

Carrying all the gear necessary for a three-month trek, I kissed Milla goodbye as I caught the bus to the head of The Appalachian Trail. Once there, I unlocked the old Mustang I had hidden in the bushes beside the carpark and drove back to Boston.

Knowing Bruce was at work, I disabled the cameras. If he checked them later, Bruce wouldn't think this was unusual as the cameras often went down for 30 minutes to an hour and a half. However, he hadn't mentioned any gaps in the recordings before, so I doubt he checked them very often. The holes were there because Christina turned them off when she was fucking one of her staff.

I slipped inside using the key Bruce had given me when I wired the house. Christina was in the shower, so I grabbed her as she came out, chloroformed her, stuffed her into the big luggage bag I had brought for the occasion, and then wheeled her to the car.

I used a black Camry I'd hired under a false name for the kidnapping. I put Uber stickers on the car and wore an Uber cap. Keeping my head low, I put Christina's 'luggage' in the boot and then went back inside to get her holiday bags to put in the boot with her. Then, climbing back into the Camry, I waited until no one was around before driving off.

If somebody had noticed me and reported it to the cops, they would wonder why she had taken an Uber instead of using her driver. But even if they did manage to identify the car, the identity trail would end on a fake licence at the rental company.

Driving into a downtown carpark, I opened the bag long enough to knock Christina out again, then swapped her into the boot of the Mustang. The rental place was just over the road, so it took only a few moments to drop the car back, and I was soon on my way to Maine.

I carefully followed every road rule because I definitely didn't want to be pulled over for a traffic infringement with a tied and unconscious Christina in my boot.

Arriving, I hefted Christina out of the boot and opened the bag long enough to gas her again. Then, I put her on the trolley for the trip to the shelter, taking her holiday luggage with me.

Luckily, I encountered no one on the quick hike to my shelter. I lifted Christina inside, stripped her, and then strapped her to the gynaecological bed I had purchased in anticipation of having her under my control. I tied her feet to the stirrups. Her sex was obscenely on display.

To prepare her for my experiments, I injected her with a dose of pethidine to induce some euphoria.

Next, I attached lined black cloth eyepatches over her eyes. Now, no matter how bright the lights were, she couldn't tell light from dark. Next, I filled her ears with a waxy compound that had her completely deaf. Once I was sure the plugs and patches were securely in place and working effectively, I took an earplug out and an eyepatch off.

Now that Christina was utterly helpless, and all of her senses could be deprived, I attached the pads from my TENS machine to her nipples and clitoris. But, before securing that patch, I smeared some clitoris stimulation gel onto her clit. Christina began writhing her hips subconsciously as the pethidine, and stimulating gel started to work.

Settling into a comfortable chair, I waited for Christina to awaken.

Christina eventually came to. First, she tested the binds holding her to the bed, and then she tried to shake the patch off her eye. Then, realising she was trapped and helpless, she began to moan.

"Oh, fuck, John!" Christina groaned. "This is so fucking hot! Touch my clitoris, please, and I'll cum immediately."

Stroking the hair from where it had fallen over Christina's face, I answered, "Pain/pleasure cycle, little miss chrissy, remember? Not pleasure/pain."

"Chrissy?" Christina complained. "You know I hate people abbreviating my name."

"I think it'll help you with the role play, Christina," I explained. "As my rape and kidnap victim, Christina Templeton, heiress and wife, doesn't exist. Only little miss chrissy, eager to please, cock sucking whore, remains."

Getting into her role, Christina pleaded, "If you let me go, John. I promise I won't say a thing."

Joining her in the act, I told her menacingly, "You're going to learn to love sucking cock, and love taking it up your arse. Because if you don't, you ain't leaving here alive."

Christina pretended to weep. "Please don't do this to me, John, please."

Starting to enjoy the character I played, I said, "Oh, I'm doing this to you, you fucking bitch. You're my experiment. I have cameras set up all around to record this. PornHub will pay me a motza for it."

Having a woman who could have been Mila Kunis' sister bound helplessly in front of me was almost more than I could bare. I wanted to drop the charade and fuck Christina for days.

That would have defeated my purpose, though. Christina must subconsciously recognise that pain, no matter how much she is hurt, followed by a cock in any of her holes equates to delicious orgasms,

Doing my PhD thesis, I propounded several theories on why women stay in abusive relationships. The one I want to test first is this: The human mind adores pleasure and loathes pain. What if I mashed the two together? What if I caused the subject amounts of extreme pain whilst stimulating their pleasure centres? What if the only way to stop the pain was to cum?

I know the human mind will go to extreme lengths to avoid pain. We all know how hard it is to do an action your mind knows will cause pain. However, pleasure works the other way. Your brain will encourage you to do virtually anything if it knows it will get an endorphin rush and the high that goes with it.

With these two reactions being the norm, would it be possible to jam them together and make the brain think it was all pleasure? I didn't know, so I wanted to do this experiment.

"This is what I want to try with you, Chrissy," I explained. "I want to cause you pain as I stimulate your erogenous zones, similar to how I used the ruler and G-Spot vibrator earlier, but at an increased level of intensity. All you need to do to stop the pain is orgasm."

"What happens if it doesn't work, John? I enjoy some pain when making love, but it's always been pretty mild. What if the pain is only that?"

"Then I take you to the airport, and you join your friends in Cancun after all. Then, I head home, faking an injury that prevented me from continuing my trek."

Running my hands over Christina's tightly toned body and onto her hard nipples, I let my right hand drift down to find Christina's pussy's entrance. Then, dipping two fingers into her, I said, "You're really wet and excited just thinking about this, chrissy. What do you say? Shall we see if we can't blast your sexuality wide open and turn you into a cock and cum loving pain slut?"

As my fingers dipped into her, Christina thrust her hips up at them, "Gawd, yes, John. Let's do it. I've fantasised about being a total pain-loving fuck bag for years."

Wanting to kiss her to show how appreciative I was, I slid two probes into Chrissy's vagina instead.

"What you feel sliding into you are two probes," I explained. "One reads moisture and temperature, and the other reads contractions. With these, I'll be able to register your arousal levels and whether or not you've orgasmed.

Pretending to cum won't cut it, as I'll be able to read your arousal levels by your wetness, pussy warmth, and the contractions of your quim. However, it will likely take a few days before your mind reprograms itself to recognise pain as pleasure, so you might need to tough it out, okay?."

Nodding her head, Christina said, "I'm so fucking hot right now, I reckon just a touch on my clitoris, and I'll explode."

"If we're going to get into this role play, little miss chrissy," I added. "You need a safe word to use, so I know you want things to immediately stop, okay? If it all gets too much, I want you to yell "Red, John!" as loudly as possible."

Nodding, Christina replied, "Yell Red as loud as I can if I need you to stop. Got it." Then relaxing back, she said, "I'm ready, Mr John. Start your experiment."

Christina began the role-play by saying, "My friends will phone when I don't get off the plane, and they'll know I'm missing."

I showed her her phone, "Your birthdate as your PIN, Chrissy? Tsk, tsk. I sent a message to your group chat saying you had a family emergency and had to go upstate for a while. I saw the videos you had posted to each other, Chrissy. A right bunch of sluts, aren't you? Pussy munching, cock swallowing whores, the lot of you."

I didn't tell Chrissy that I had hacked her phone. Yup, she was stupid enough to use her birth date as her PIN. I forwarded all her videos to my email to watch at my leisure. But looking at how much footage there was of Christina eating snatch or having hers eaten, I suspected Christina was a lesbian in denial.

When I added this footage to her statement that she didn't even like a guy cumming inside her, it seemed apparent that she preferred women.

Delving deeply into her kidnap victim role, Chrissy shook with sobs, "Please, John, please. If you let me go, I'll even let you fuck me in my ass."

"Unlike how you refuse to let the pool boy or your personal trainer fuck you up there?" I asked.

Shocked out of her role for a second, Chrissy said, "You can't possibly know that."

"I've got hours of footage, Chrissy," I confirmed. "Hours, and hours, and hours. As I said earlier, I can override the camera shut off anytime I want."

I still didn't want her to know I had hidden cams all over the house.

Chrissy lay there quietly, thinking about this for a time, but then the pethidine and stimulating gel started to do their job. Her eyes glazed, and her hips pushed slightly up and back as pleasure overwhelmed her.

Waiting until Christina seemed close to orgasm, I moved the fucking machine I had built into her view. My invention has a simple electric motor attached to a rotating wheel. With an aluminium shaft about 2 feet long attached to the outside of the wheel and running through a ring, the rod is pushed forward for the first half of the wheel's rotation and pulled back for the second half.

Getting Christina's attention, I showed her the double-headed dildo I was about to attach to the head of the machine's shaft.

"Once you're aroused enough to need fucking," I said. "I'm going to insert this in your pussy and ass. That way, you can cum over and over until you can cum no more."

Chrissy groaned in anticipation.

"Shall we start?" I asked rhetorically. I was going to start regardless of her answer.

I had one more invention to show Christina. So, I brought the leads to the torture device I had made over to her naked body. I'd built an electrical flow machine that connected to the main power supply. With the electricity flowing through a control system, I could choose how much voltage and amperage was transferred to the leads.

I considered leaving the bull clips on the ends of the leads but was afraid Chrissy might spasm so severely that her nipples would get torn off. So instead, I connected the lead's wires to a pair of metal clothes pegs. These pegs were going to hurt like a bitch, but weren't going to cause any permanent damage.

Replacing the eyepatch and earplug, I turned the TENS machine on at its lowest pulse rate of 2 hertz. Doing this began stimulating Chrissy's pleasure centres. If on a muscle, with the pulse this low, the TENS machine would cause minor muscle contractions. On her nipples and clit, it should stimulate her body to produce endorphins. The brain's opiate-like stimulation.

I watched eagerly as the drug I had given her and the TENS machine pulses did their thing. Then, despite herself, Chrissy began to moan as her arousal grew.

Clipping the positive end of the leads to Chrissy's left breast, I dragged the negative peg across her stomach. Chrissy screamed in agony as the peg sizzled across her skin. I placed a vibrator onto the patch over her clit as she yelled.

I waited until the drugs and gel had her writhing again, then repeated the action of dragging the live end across her. Her screams echoed through my hideout again.

Putting the vibrator to the side, I got a magic wand vibrator. These vibrators send deep vibrations into your muscles. Applied to the clit of an aroused woman, it will blow them into an orgasm. Holding it to Chrissy's clit and the entrance to her vulva, I ran the peg across her body again.

She spasmed against her restraints, almost levitating off the bed. Chrissy's whole body was lifted off the table except where she was bound.

I pulled the earplug out of her ear. "You can stop the pain, Chrissy slut girl," I told her. "All you have to do is cum. Then the pain stops until your next session."

I pushed the plug back in. Then, pausing the TENS machine, I ran the metal clip across her mercilessly for close to 15 seconds. Finally, Chrissy was arched up against her restraints and screaming her lungs out.

Then, I turned the tens machine up a notch and pushed the wand against her clit. I followed that by slipping my finger inside her cunt and finding her Gspot. Then, sliding my middle finger over her inner pleasure centre, I worked on arousing her sexual desires.

Despite her screams, Chrissy's pussy throbbed with arousal. The sphincter inside her vulva gripped my finger as her secretions poured out around my invading digit.

As my finger found her most pleasurable inner erogenous zone, Chrissy loudly groaned through a seemingly stupendous orgasm, 'Oh, Gawd, fuck me," she hummed. "Oh, my lawd, is that good. Smack my face, John. Call me dirty names."

I looked at the figures from the probe. To my surprise, it showed that her pussy wetness had grown significantly, as had the heat in her vulva. So, taking the patches off her nipples and clit, I turned the flow device's power on again.

Then I dragged the peg across her nipples, down between her breasts and over her clit. Chrissy howled in pain. Then, I held the clip away and flicked my tongue over her left nipple as I held the wand against her clit.

Putting the peg down, I picked up the vibrator and slid it into Chrissy's cunt. With the tip of the vibrator, I found her Gspot. Running the vibrator over this pleasure node, I took the wand off her clit, picked up the lead and dragged it over her nipples again.

I completed this tour by dragging the peg across Chrissy's forehead.

I removed an earplug, "Cum to the stimulation I'm giving you, and I'll let you sleep for the night untouched and unharmed," I told her.

Without waiting for a reply, I added a couple of volts to the peg before dragging it across Chrissy's collarbones. Lifting it off her, I tongued her clit. After that, I alternated electrocuting her with a finger on her Gspot and a tongue on her clit.

After about three minutes of constant pain and oral stimulation, Chrissy came. I looked at the data from the computer readouts.

Taking out one of Chrissy's earplugs, I said, "You're doing well, my girl. By the readings, you're already equating pain with orgasms. It won't take me long to retrain your brain to delight in receiving pain. Then, I mercilessly zapped her again.

Chrissy, playing her role for all she was worth, cried and begged, "Please stop, please, John. I beg of you. It's not too late, you can just let me go, and I promise I won't tell a soul."

In answer, I zapped her again.

Putting the earplug back in, I lay the second peg on her naval and then moved away so she couldn't feel my presence. Flicking the power flow device on and off, I tortured Chrissy relentlessly for close to 30 minutes.

Chrissy's body was orgasming so severely and often that she was covered in sweat. Her throat had gotten so hoarse from her screams as she came that she was losing her voice. I turned off the flow device, leaving her gasping and shuddering. Next, I added some more stimulating gel to Chrissy's clitoris.

I pulled an earplug out, "I'm impressed, little miss chrissy," I told her. "You've already stopped fighting the pain, and now ride with it. You're accepting pain as foreplay that leads to sexual pleasure, excitement, and, finally, to your orgasm."

I gave Chrissy another dose of pethidine and stroked her clitoris with the wand whilst holding the tip of the vibrator against her Gspot. Looking at the monitors, I saw that Chrissy was showing signs of another imminent cum eruption. I was surprised because I thought it would be a slow process to retrain her brain to recognise pain as pleasure.

I began to alternate pain with sexual stimulation again. Finally, after about 20 minutes of this, Chrissy exploded into another violent orgasm and passed out. She gave one last wail with her body stretched taut in rictus, then collapsed to the bed.

I checked her pulse and took a patch off to check her auto-responses. They were all okay, so I decided to let her rest for a time.

Over the next few days, I kept Chrissy completely sensory-deprived. No sound or sight at all. I would start on the pain/pleasure cycle at random intervals again. Other times I would add some stimulating gel to her nipples and clitoris. Every 12 hours, I'd give her another dose of pethidine and crank the pain levels up.

After around six days of my doing this, Chrissy began to orgasm almost as soon as I introduced some pain. After that, it didn't seem to matter which part of her body would receive pain or pleasure as she would cum to pain as soon as she received it.

The best part was that if I gave her pleasure without any pain, the probes showed her arousal, but it was a slow process. However, if I introduced pain first, Chrissy would launch immediately into orgasm. Or it would only take a few seconds for her to blow.

What I'd managed to so far was prove I could take someone who was already fantasising about being a pain slut and making them one. But, unfortunately, none of that answered my question. Do domestic abuse sufferers stay because they've become addicted to the pleasure endorphins from the sex overriding their pain?