Unknowing

Testing her theory, she looked at the little whip and imagined it slicing stingingly across the center of the woman's breast. With chilling mechanical smoothness the little whip straightened itself from its hanging position and extended itself forward. Then it whipped sideways and laid its lashes sharply across the center of the bound woman's taut breast exactly as Janice had pictured it. Janice didn't miss the little gasp the stinging impact forced from the woman, but the woman's expression still showed no fear. Janice grinned cruelly at her.

Oh lady, you are so screwed, she thought at the woman with sweet venom, still unable to use her voice.

Invade my home? Invade my bedroom? Try and make me a guinea pig for your damned machines? You're going to pay for that. Long and slow and most thoroughly you're going to pay!

Janice imagined a blindfold on the woman. She knew that removing her sight would ramp up the woman's mental tension sharply. Besides, she was tired of looking at the casual challenge that was still in her gaze even though Janice had now figured out the machine. Another silver band whipped abruptly from the arm connecting the woman's gag to the upper frame and a tight, form fitting silver blindfold spread itself across the woman's face sealing her into darkness.

Janice thought at the machine and had it generate another titty whip on the woman's other side. She watched as that one lashed across the woman's other breast, and then set the two whips to alternating strokes about ten seconds apart, each whip moving slightly up or down between strokes so as to spread their impacts over the whole breast. Mentally she took a step back, ready to consider how she could make the woman's situation just a bit grimmer.

She watched closely, fascinated, as the next whip stroke sliced itself sharply across its target, actually bouncing the natually resilient breast slightly, and noted that the other woman's breathing had deepened noticeably. She imagined that she could vaguely feel a touch of the stroke herself, and then noted a ghostly fullness in her mouth. The machine was giving her feedback on what the other woman was feeling!

Without warning the sensations the machine was feeding her and the sheer sexuality of the picture in front of her struck hard. Spread and stretched, gagged and blind, the woman could do nothing to stop the stinging whips from savaging her breasts. The strokes would come slowly, but as accurately timed as any clock. Very shortly she would know exactly when the next stinging impact was due, and on which breast, but there would be no way for her to stop it, no way even for her to beg Janice to stop it! Stroke by stroke, minute by minute, her breasts would become more sensitive, the sting of the whips less bearable. At some point she would be forced to scream...but the gag would utterly prevent anyone else from hearing it. Janice couldn't help but imagine herself in the same position, especially with the gently, ghostly feedback the machine was giving her, and the terrible artistry of the scene before her eyes sent a wash of lust through her.

She had forgotten the little man at the foot of her bed. As her arousal suddenly spiked he started, glancing down at the silver device in his hand, and then moved quickly to once again touch its blunt snout to the entrance of her open quim. A prim smile touched his lips briefly as he saw that she had begun to moisten. He gently pushed it forward a bit until the tip of the device just parted her swelling lips and stood back again, saying something to the other woman that sounded congratulatory.

The little machine began to operate on its own, pushing its way into her secret tunnel. No, not pushing. It flowed into her with a smooth, slick electric eroticism that had to be felt to be believed! Janice gasped again, snapping her head back onto her pillow and thrusting her hips up sharply, half in denial of the unwelcome invasion and half in invitation to the undeniable pleasure the little machine was forcing on her. Angrily she took a deep breath and settled her hips, willing herself not to feel, not to respond, but her body paid no attention. The devlish little thing was quickly filling her all the way and stretching her rapidly ripening pussy to just exactly the right tension.

There was something about the other woman, the position of her head or the precise angle of her restrained limbs, that radiated a kind of smug triumph that infuriated Janice. The woman's actions in stripping and restraining herself had been a challenge. When physical means had failed she had attacked Janice's mind, daring her to see the woman's predicament, to actually control it, and not get aroused...and it seemed Janice was losing that challenge. She tried to scream her fury but she could only generate was a soft, angry gasp. Determinedly, she decided that if she was going to be involuntarily pleasured the other woman was just as involuntarily going to feel something else!

She sent a rapid thought at the machine and watched the titty whips disappear into the uprights. It took most of a minute, but the other woman slowly realized that their regular stinging impacts had ceased and began to relax. Meanwhile, Janice had been carefully crafting another series of thougts for the machine. It took longer to fully craft her commands than it should have. The little machine inside her had begun a slow rippling pulse that was seductively compelling, but she managed to give enough attention to the larger machine beside her bed to satisfy her own plan.

New additions began to appear from the whip frame's ingenious uprights, quite invisible to its blindfolded captive. From one side an arm came out and extruded a strange looking whip. On its handle, just above the point where the tails seperated was a furry, nubby looking pad that at first appeared to have no purpose. The whip itself was almost identical to the previous titty whips, but seemed just a tad larger and, somehow, meaner. From the other side another arm extended, this one behind the captive. At its end it narrowed and lengthened into a long silver cane.

The little devil inside Janice had increased the speed of its pulsing. It felt like she had a soft, stiff cock of custom fit proportions working its way in and out of her. A part of the super dildo worked its way quickly out of the mouth of her now soaking pussy and she gasped loudly as it flowed up and over, feeling like a tiny mouth fastening itself to her clit and sucking it softly, just as the cane delivered its first angry stroke to her victim in the frame.

Somewhere, long ago, Janice had read a description of the effect of a proper cane stroke to a bare bottom. It was said that first there was an instant pain from the skin on the surface of the bottom, and then over a period of a second or two, or even three seconds, the pain from the deeper layers of flesh slowly manifested itself increasing the final effect sharply.

The blind woman's reaction seemed to bear out that description. When the cane struck her hips twitched forward an inch or two. Then, over almost two full seconds, her hips pushed themselves further and further out while her head rocked slowly back in an increasingly agonised manner. It took a several more seconds for the victim to slowly relax back to her normal position, breathing much faster.

Janice's own hips were twitching, trying to roll in a sensous fucking motion, but she firmly stilled them. She suspected that the little man's silver vibrator was going to send her into orgasmic orbit in short order but she was darned well going to hold out long enough for the bitch who'd started this whole thing to pay for the privilege.

The second cane stroke came ten seconds after the first. The woman's reaction was the same, a twitch of the hips followed by a slow forward thrust in reaction to the delayed increase in pain. This time another factor was added. Just as the woman's hips reached the most forward point of her arching reaction the whip arm in front of her moved up and in and deftly stroked its furry attachment caressingly along her wide open slit. Twice the arm slowly stroked, in and out, in and out as the woman strained to hold her arched position, craving the pleasure of the furry caress to counteract the burning pain of the cane. Janice knew she had her now. Agony and ecstasy, she thought...with a twist!

The next cane stroke brought another arching of the captives hips, this time deliberately held at its straining maximum, waiting for the pleasure, perfectly positioned for the whip as it swished strongly up and in, delivering a shattering lash along the entire length of her vulnerable pussy. Her hips instantly snapped back as far as she could push them only to have her bottom met with an immediate, untimely stroke from the cane! Janice could actually hear the faint, squealing scream that tried to erupt from her throat as she helplessly arched her body forward again, this time to be met with...nothing.

Janice's own hips were rolling now, trying to match the fucking motions of her silvery invader. She had set the frame to extend the furry pad randomly from once to three times in a row before giving her victim another lash from the whip and to occasionally cross things up by giving her nothing, but every time the whip forced her to arch back the cane was to instantly slice her ass again. Janice was able to slow her own arousal enough to watch through several cycles as the super vibrator inside her slowly changed its tactics, using vibrations and tiny, specifically placed electric shocks to push her closer and closer to orgasm.

Finally, as she hovered on the very brink, the exciting satisfaction of hearing another faint scream forced from the helplessly tortured woman in the frame by a whip and cane combination pushed her over the edge and Janice's body exploded with pleasure. The explosion felt like it happened in slow motion since her silvery rapist continued to pulse and suck and vibrate and shock her, stretching her orgasm out to what felt like long minutes. Then, as her ecstasy slowly faded and just before the attentions of the small machine began to be annoying, it stopped. A few seconds later it slowly flowed itself out of her, emptying her smoothly and gently, and then dropped to the bed.

The little man was waiting. He smoothly plucked the little device from the bed and spoke liquid syllables at the whip frame, causing all of Janice's alterations to fold away and the blindfold to remove itself from the woman's eyes. As her sight cleared the woman's eyes sought Janice's and for a moment they traded gazes as the little man busied himself with a cloth from his coat pocket, cleaning and examining his little machine. A little nettled, Janice saw that the other woman still didn't fear her...but if they ever met again she would hesitate to challenge Janice a second time. Janice supposed it would just have to do.

The little man finished his maintenance and dropped the super dildo into his pocket. Then, to Janice's delighted surprise he smiled his prim little smile and directed a series of words to the other woman, causing her to frown and shake her head at him angrily. The man's reaction was priceless. With only three distinct phrases directed at the whip frame he caused it to lower her wrists enough for her to stand on her own and the clamps on her ankles to release her and fold themselves away, then to begin to fold its entire structure away. In the midst of its activity it somehow maintained the grip of the clamps on her wrists, folding them down at her sides and then up behind her back in a kind of double hammerlock that forced a slight arch in her back that perfectly displayed her striped tits and battered ass. The machine folded itself further and further, twisting and sliding, parts disappearing into parts, until all that was left were the clamps holding the woman's wrists high on her back, a short flexible connection leading up to a thin silver choker that had folded itself seamlessly and quite decoratively around her neck, and the gag.

The woman looked at him in disbelief that changed quickly to anger. Giving Janice a glance full of angry resentment, she faced the little man and nodded her head imperiously, obviously demanding that he remove the gag. He shook his head tiredly, as if at the antics of a small child. Unable to speak, she stamped her foot at him furiously. The little man straightened his back, suddenly looking a great deal more commanding, and spoke a single word. From the front of the woman's silver collar a delicate looking chain extruded itself downward until the tip of the first link touched the floor, then stopped. The little man reached out and caught hold of the leash, for such it was, and turned a final time to look at Janice. Then, with a shallow but respectful bow, he turned and led the woman firmly back through Janice's closet door and into the laboratory beyond, his firm grip on the chain forcing her to follow however unwillingly, and the door closed itself softly behind them.

Five seconds later the clamps on Janice's wrists and ankles opened abruptly and disappeared silently into the mattress. Janice lost no time rolling off her traitorus bed, stalking furiously over to her closet. When she yanked open the door however she was met with the sight of...her closet. Nothing more, nothing less. There was no sign of any laboratory, and no indication that anything other than her closet had ever been on the other side of the door.

Janice went to the bathroom on legs that were still a bit unsteady. As she had herself a good pee she suspected that the strange little man was going to be teaching the brunette's slave frame machine several new tricks in the art of restraining and disciplining naked women. Her anger cooled somewhat at the thought, and she reflected that whatever scores she and her overconfident invaderess might have to settle, she had certainly gotten a monstrously good orgasm from the episode.

Back in the bedroom and feeling drowsy, she carefully examined the corners of her mattress. As expected, there was no sign of any nasty metal bondage gear ever having disturbed it's surface. Janice sighed and, collapsing back in the center of her own trusty bed, decided it was time for her nap.