(Mostly) Painless Torture
In The Dungeon
"No gag this time, slave. And we'll be here with you. Isn't that nice?" I asked.
"Oh. Thank you, Maam," he said, as I snugged up the shoulder straps of his armbinder, making sure not to pinch any skin around his armpits.
Bill was being fitted into the Brainmelter, just like he has been every Tuesday or Wednesday for the past couple months. We had a variety of different 'programs' in the library now, and only a few of them are as gruelling for him as the one with the needles we'd forced on him when the contraption was first completed. Last week, we'd even given him a nice one with barely any painful scenes at all. It had edged him for over an hour before giving him a single big orgasm with barely any post-orgasm torture. When he thanked us afterwards he was convincing.
Today, though, was going to be very difficult, fulfilling the purpose Lori and I had begun construction of the Brainmelter for in the first place. Lori informed him of that.
"We're going to be here because this will be... exciting for us. Gotta say, I'm pretty proud of Ashley and I, we've outdone ourselves this time." She smiled at the slave, and leaned in for a short kiss.
Any hopes Bill had for a repeat of last week was dashed, and he sagged forward a little, looking down at the floor and probably trying to imagine what footage we could possibly show him that could top the dreaded needle scene, quickly reliving all the trauma he's been subjected to since becoming our slave.
"Oh. Did I do something wrong, Mistress?" the slave asked.
"No," Lori answered, double-checking the pedestal that contained the vibrator, making sure everything was snug and secure so the boy couldn't wriggle away and interrupt things. "You've been good, lately. But, well, sometimes Ashley and I just want to see you broken down. It would be unfair, if you were a person."
"Head up, slut" I ordered, gathering his long black hair and tying a rope into it, then back to the ceiling post. That complete, I swung a leg over his lap and sat down, putting just a bit of my weight on his trapped and erect cock, looking into his face. While Lori set up the computer, I had a nice little make-out sesh with the slave, and in between smooches and not-so-gently pulling on his stim-pad-framed nipples I laid out the plan.
"This will be a long session, slut. We will re-dose you with a boner pill after a while so you stay nice and hard. The punishments for looking away will start at a higher baseline, but I think you're disciplined enough to keep your eyes on the screen. This video will be different than all the other compilations we've shown you. It took us a lot of time to prepare this for you, so how about a preemptive 'Thank you, you're the best'?"
Bill's big, expressive blue eyes were truly worried, but he steeled himself and said "Thank you, Maam and Mistress, for putting so much effort into me. You're the best owners a slave like me could hope for."
"Damned right," I said, hopping off him and swinging the screen into place. It turned on, and Bill didn't have to be told to go through the routine of making sure the eye tracker was working well. The video loaded, paused, and we made sure it was playing on the big screen behind the Brainmelter and it's occupant, too. I dragged the couch and a small table to be in front and to the side of Bill, and gathered a few toys for Lori and I to use as we watched the video along with our slave, with a good view of both.
Lori and I stripped out of our clothes, and sat down on the couch to cuddle and enjoy the show. The video started, showing our foyer upstairs in the People Zone. Lori and I walked into the scene, and addressed the camera.
When the front door opened, Bill went berserk.
Three Weeks Earlier
Our security system chimed that a vehicle was coming up our long driveway, so I called out to Lori and she bolted to my side from the living room. We composed ourselves, and walked to the foyer, arms around each others' waists, and turned to one of the dozens of hidden cameras we'd set up, the one that faced the front door to our home.
We were both dressed in summer casual for the first warm weekend of the year. I was wearing some running shorts with a short inseam, and a plain red v-neck shirt. It showed a lot of skin and cleavage without being 'too much'. Lori had on some blue yoga pants and a matching tube top.
We smiled wide at the camera, and Lori spoke first.
"Hey there, slut. Right now you'll be tied up in the Brainmelter, wondering what's going on. Where's the screaming? Where's your body being used like a sex toy by your wonderful owners?"
"But we have other tastes, too. We can't just do torture all the time!" I chimed in, beaming. "Remember Lori's secret mission? Well, here comes the spoils. Now, don't worry too much. We're gonna play nice with this one. In fact, I'd be surprised if they don't want to move in by the end of the night," I laughed.
"Oh! I think I hear footsteps! I hope you enjoy this as much as we are going to, slave," Lori said, speaking a little quieter and leaning towards the camera and blowing it a kiss.
Knock knock knock
Lori let me go and quietly left the room, and I opened the door wide after a few moments, standing out of the camera's line of sight. Standing in the doorway was a cute eighteen-year-old woman. Fairly short at five feet and maybe three inches, a lithe body wrapped up in some faded jeans and a form-fitting long-sleeved white shirt that didn't obscure her C-cup breasts. On her face was a button nose, large blue eyes that were so light they were almost grey, and beautiful, long jet-black hair. Just like her older brother Bill.
"Rebecca!" I exclaimed, and leaned in for a hug, which she politely returned. "I'm so happy you came over, I've been looking forward to it."
"Hey, Ashley, nice to see you again" Rebecca smiled, a little nervously. This was the second time we'd met and the first time we'd touched. Lori had been working on her for several months after seducing her and now she was here for, it was strongly implied, her very first lesbian threesome.
I looked her up and down and smiled, then shook myself (all a bit of show) and invited her in. As she removed her shoes, I called Lori, who re-entered the foyer and approached for her own hug. I excused myself to the kitchen where I was preparing a light dinner for us to enjoy.
When I was gone, Rebecca looked to Lori and started to say something but Lori cut it off by abruptly pulling her close with a hand around her waist and kissing her. Breaking it off after a couple seconds, she asked the teenager how the drive was.
Rebecca collected herself after the unexpected advance. "Heh, uh, it was fine. You're really way out here in the boonies, huh?"
"Yeah, we like our privacy. Come on, I'll give you a tour while Ash finishes up in there."
A lot of the places around the house were camera-less, so as I prepared dinner, I made sure to spend a lot of time humming and grinning into the cameras we had in the kitchen and dining room area, knowing Bill would appreciate my anticipation. We wanted to keep the ensuing video as close to real-time as possible.
Eventually, Lori and our guest made their way back to this side of the house, happily chatting away about the property. Rebecca was impressed, I don't think she'd really understood before that her new friend was quite wealthy.
I served up our dinner -- just a small pan-seared salmon filet for each of us, some rice and a green salad -- and we talked, mostly about Rebecca going to university soon, where Lori and I had met, what our plans were for the property. In a lull in the conversation, after we were all done eating and the sky was dimming outside, I asked Rebecca if she'd brought a swimsuit.
"What? No. You have a
pool?!
"
"Oh shit!" Lori exclaimed. "I forgot to tell you. No, no pool, just a hot tub on the back deck."
"Aw, darn," I said. "Think any of ours will fit her?"
"Oh don't worry, it's just us girls. You can get in first if you're shy, Becky, and we'll come out once you're in," Lori suggested with a bit of a smirk.
Rebecca saw right through the gambit, and blushed. "Not that shy. I hope I won't feel singled out," she said with a smile and nibble of her bottom lip. Bold. I liked it, and as she spoke I was already imagining how I'd have the twincharger match these last few exchanges for Bill's enjoyment.
"I guess that would be rude, wouldn't it?" Lori asked rhetorically. "Tub's out this way, follow me."
The tub is a spacious one, and surrounded by four-pillared trellis covered in grape vines, strings of LEDs and, of course, several cameras and a microphone set up to capture our soak, with the majority focused one the side of the tub we'd make sure Rebecca settled into.
I folded and removed the cover for the tub, and sat down on the bench to remove my socks, as the other two were doing. Lori was first to stand back up and start undressing, then myself. Rebecca was taking her time, her prior boldness maybe faltering a little. Lori and I were down to our bras and panties, and the young girl was still fumbling with the buttons on her jeans.
I put my back to her, and found one of the cameras to look into. Smiling for Bill, I asked "Rebecca, would you unclasp me?" I felt her touch my back, and held my bra against my breasts with my hands. Undone, I turned around and let her watch the reveal, earning myself a little sharp inhalation from the girl.
She sounded just like Bill when she gawked and said "Oh," following up with "are those..."
"Hah, mostly but I got some work done on them. Do you need a hand?" I asked, motioning towards her jeans.
"No, I uh, just the buttons" she stammered, but picked up the pace. I turned around again and peeled my panties down (she watched that, too, I confirmed later), and got into the tub opposite Lori. We watched Rebecca strip down with hopefully not too much of a predatory glint in our eyes. Her breasts were fantastic. Plump and pale, fighting gravity the way young flesh does. I imagined what they'd look like with nipple clamps pulling them upwards, exposing the bottom for a nice caning. Sadly, it would never happen and I'd have to settle for some playful pinching and sucking.
"Sit over on that side, it's got jets," Lori said. She tapped a little fridge behind her head. "Wine? Toke?"
I shook my head, and Rebecca declined as well. Lori helped herself to a gummy. It was quiet for a bit, Lori and I both silently agreeing to let Rebecca speak first.
"So, what do you do all day, since you don't work, anymore? Besides lift weights," she joked.
"We built this trellis. The whole deck actually. Might get some egg-laying chickens this year" Lori answered with a wave of her hand, eyes closed and head resting back on the padded edge of the tub, "and we've always got more projects to keep us busy." I saw through the rippling water her leg reach out to find Rebecca's. "But of course there's nothing wrong with leisure time."
Rebecca nodded, and looked in my direction. I just watched her with a gentle expression on my face, letting the eye contact make her unsettled. She looked away, and back, and away. It might have been the heat, but I think she blushed just from being the object of my attention. It was quiet again, and she tried a harder question for us.
