Chapter 12: The Great Dane
As Annie pushed me down the stairs, panic began to creep over me. Frankly, Annie was a woman that I barely knew. Other than a brief conversation over a year ago, I had never even talked to her before today. Today's conversation had consisted of Friane displaying me in front of Annie, dressed in Annie's used lingerie, and promising her that I would return that lingerie after my slave session at the sorority house.
Returning Annie's lingerie had been much more that simply giving her the corset back! In fact, I still wore the corset. What had transpired was a protracted session of hot sex session wherein I had been forced to eat her pussy while she tortured my cock. Then, after eating her to climax, I had been forced to drink wine tainted with Annie's quim, her husbands cum, and finally a glass filled with six ounces of cum collected from six different men.
Now, still half doped and drugged, Annie was forcing into her basement for more weird, kinky sex! As I stumbled in the near total darkness at the bottom of the stairs, Annie closed the door at the top of the stairs. I struggled to see into the dark, dank basement. I could just make out the form of a body, apparently hanging from a ceiling beam. The body didn't seem to be moving. Panic took me.
I turned and made a mad rush back up the stairs. About half way up, I collided with Annie. She stepped to one side and, as I lunged past, she deftly planted her leg between my feet. One moment I was running up toward the door and escape, and the next I was spinning, crashing back to the bottom of the stairs.
Before I could even rise of the cold concrete floor, Annie hit the transmitter button on the shock collar. Blinding pain shot through my body. A thousand hot needles of electric current jammed into my neck beneath the dog collar. I screamed.
Contorting from the pain, I curled into a ball. Dimly, I heard Annie laugh. "Now that wasn't too smart, was it bitch?" she asked. When I didn't answer, Annie pressed the transmitter button again, this time she used a higher setting and holding the button down longer.
I heard the scream, but I could hardly believe that it was coming from me. Instead, all I knew was that I was thrashing and twisting on the cold hard floor. I pissed myself, urine running in the crack of my ass where my cock was firmly harnessed.
It seemed to last forever. In reality it was only a few seconds. "I asked you a question Slut. Are you a smart bitch? Annie now stood over me, the shock collar controller in her hand.
"No Mommy. I'm not smart. I'm stupid...I'm a stupid bitch!" I moaned.
"Good fucking bitch. Learn it and love it....now get up," Annie commanded.
Annie stepped to the side as I pushed myself up onto my feet. If I had found it difficult to stand on my stilettos before, I found it almost impossible to remain upright. The electric shocks had my entire body shaking and my left leg hurt from where I had hit the floor.
"Well, I guess that's up to you now isn't it little Slut," Annie replied. "Behave yourself and do exactly what I tell you and you don't have anything to work about." Annie stood over me, reaching down to softly caress my quivering face.
"Now, walk over there," Annie said, pointing toward the far wall. With one eye on Annie and one looking into the dark, I crept toward where she pointed. After reaching a point near the center of the room, I found myself tottering next to the hanging body.
I blinked the tears from my eyes, my sight adjusting to the dark. Now I could see that the hanging figure was that of a man. His head was covered with a leather hood that came down past his eyes and ended at his nose. A set of headphones was set into the hood. I could make out the faint sounds of chanting and heavy metal music. It appeared that the man could hear only the sounds coming from the headphones. It didn't appear that he had heard my previous screams, nor did it seem that he even knew that I was standing by him.
The man's arms were attached to the ceiling beam above him, each arm chained out wide to the side. His head was bowed, an inflatable gag in his mouth. I scanned down his torso, covered with welts and matted with sweat.
To each of the man's nipples there was clamped a large sharp-toothed alligator clip. From each clip there was suspended a large tear-dropped shaped masses of metal, appearing like oversized fishing sinkers. The man's torso was stretched in a forward in such a way that each of the lead weights dangled freely away from his chest. The heavy weights responded to even the slightest movement of the man's body. Even the man's labored breathing caused the weights to spin and sway. Blood oozed from where the alligator clip's teeth had torn into his nipples, dripping down their jagged teeth, down past the weights, and pooling in a small bowl on the floor. The blood was black in the darkness, reflecting the flickering candlelight. Each new drop sent a ripple across the inky surface of the bowl.
A shiny black waist cincher was strapped around the man's abdomen. It gave his body a bizarre hourglass shape, his ribcage pushed out above and his hips below. His ribs were covered with whip marks and I could see each struggled breath move beneath his bruised skin and bones.
All the man's pubic hair had been shaved off. The man's cock, a long thin shaft of purple veined flesh stuck out from his denuded crotch. A dull metal rod protruded from the tip of his cock. Metal wires were attached to the rod. I followed the wires down and over to a table. On the table sat a converter and a dial control. The converter was plugged into a wall socket.
On his cock was a series of rings. I recognized them as a set of Rings-of-Hell. The ring at the base of his cock was pushed up tight against his naked groin. Six more rings were spread along his shaft, each progressive ring smaller than the ring below it. The last ring, under the mushroom shaped head of his cock was very small. That metal ring cut so deep into his cock that it was invisible except for the leather strap attached to it.
A parachute harness hung from the man's scrotum. A simple ring hook, four or five inches long, was attached at the bottom. A number of Olympic style weight plates had been placed over the ring. His scrotum and testicles were stretched so far below his crotch that they scarcely appeared to be part of his body. Like the weights suspended from the man's tits, the weights hanging from his ball moved with his every breath.
