She wrapped it around my waist and snugged it in place. “It’s a shame to lose this one,” she said. “It has been one of my favorites. I’ve used it on several disobedient girls over the past years.”
I was still confused until she held up the huge dildo. Then everything clicked. This was a belt designed to hold a dildo– and perhaps an anal plug– in place. The dildo was larger than anything I had ever used, but after everything I had been through, it slid easily in place. The anal plug was also huge, but it, too, slid easily into place. Well, not easily. Camilla had to push really hard and I was grunting loudly as the wide part stretched out my anal sphincter before my asshole slid into the groove to hold it firmly in place. Even without the belt, it probably would never have slipped out.
“Those are both automatic,” Camilla explained as she pulled the strap back between my legs. “And their cycles are not quite in sync,” she continued. “When they both reach maximum at the same time, I guarantee you will explode. But either one separately will keep you on the edge until we send you back.”
I wasn’t sure how long it would be until they sent me back, but light had been streaming into the gym for a while now and I was supposed to be released at noon, so it was at most four or five hours.
Camilla got off the ladder and one of the girls pushed it back up against the wall. Another girl rolled a cart over in front of me that held a large box that looked like a sound board for a small band. Camilla spent the next couple minutes carefully plugging all of the wires from the electrodes into the box and then spent a few more minutes adjusting all of the controls.
She looked up at me and suddenly said, “Oh, I forgot something.” The ladder was rolled back and she climbed up so that she was looking directly into my face. “It’s more fun if you don’t know who all is out here,” she said with a big smile. “For all you know, we might have the entire neighborhood come through to see what happens to someone who breaks the truce… or at least to the little sister who guarantees the truce.”
She wrapped a black cloth blindfold around my head and I heard her climb back down the ladder. Shortly after that, I started feeling the dildos AND the TENS shocks. The dildo in my cunt was really strong, and the one in my ass was even stronger, but it vibrated at a much higher frequency and didn’t give as much pleasure. In fact it was primarily just annoying… unless it and the dildo up front got to maximum at the same time. Then the combination of vibrations drove me into an absolutely wild orgasm. I’m not sure how often that happened, but I think it was about every twenty minutes to half hour.
The shocks weren’t too bad except when they went into pulse mode. Then each shock– when they reached maximum– felt like an electric nail being driven into my body. The TENS unit was programmed differently on each set of electrodes, so sometimes one set of electrodes was giving me an almost pleasant buzzing feeling while other sets were driving nails. Once in a while, like the dildos, the cycles would sync and I would have this pleasant tingling all over my body, or I would be assailed everywhere with a nail gun driving electric nails. I found that everything up to the full electric nails actually turned me on sort of like my Momma’s spankings always did. I was, as Camilla had predicted, getting some pleasure from the pain.
Meanwhile, the dildos were driving me to orgasm after orgasm but anything, no matter how good, gets old after a while. I found myself crying out, “No, NO! Not again! Not again! As the dildos came into sync.”
As I cried out, I could hear people laughing. It wasn’t just women’s voices, so the men of North Thirty must have come back into the gym. Or maybe Camilla wasn’t just trying to scare me by saying that they were going to have the whole neighborhood watch me. The thought that ordinary people, like grocers and bus drivers and secretaries and mommas were watching me filled me with shame. But at the same time, the thought of all those people watching me caused me to go even higher and higher both from the non-nail pain and from the buzzing of those damned dildo vibrators.
Chapter Four – Felicia’s Story, The Return
I have no idea how long I hung there, but eventually the electrodes stopped shocking me and I heard the ladder being brought over to me one last time. Someone started pulling the electrodes off my body and then I felt something soft being run across my front and back and sides. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I was pretty sure that they were writing on my body. The ropes on my legs went slack and the platform was once again pushed over so I could stand on it. I stood quietly as the ropes holding my hands were untied and the cuffs removed from my wrists. Then I almost collapsed. I could barely stand and someone on either side of me had to help support me.
I was walked, still blindfolded, down a hallway and outside. I could tell I was outside because it was warm and I could feel the sun on my naked body. “Let’s get you back into your shoes,” a male voice said. I think it was Emmanuel, but I couldn’t be sure. We walked for a while and then I was told to stand still. Something warm and wet and slimy was poured over my head. There must have been at least a gallon of it because it flowed down my face and neck and covered most of my body. I was walked some more and then again told to stand still.
We stood for what seemed like a really long time and then I heard the church clock ring twelve. It was time for me to be sent back to the Knights. The blindfold was removed and I stood blinking in the bright sunlight. When my vision returned, I realized that I was standing on the curb on the North Thirty side of Rail Street. “You stay naked until you get back to your apartment or the agreement is off,” Emmanuel growled softly in my ear as he gave me a gentle push to start me walking back across the street.
I was naked except for my yellow stiletto heels, the nipple clamps, and of course, the belt holding the dildo and ass plug in place. I looked down at my body and could see that whore and slut and fucktoy had been written all over my body. I couldn’t see it then, but later I would read painslut backwards in the mirror as I examined my swollen, red and purple ass. The slimy stuff was– as I had feared– cum. I don’t know where they had gotten a gallon or so of cum. The sixty members of the North Thirty couldn’t have come up with that much– no pun intended– so they must have required all of the men in their territory to make a contribution. Even then they had to have required several contributions to have that much.
I walked rapidly across the street. I knew that walking fast caused my hips to sway in what Carlo often called a hooker walk, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even care that everyone was seeing me naked and covered in cum. All I wanted was to get back to my apartment and take a shower and then a hot bath.
Carlo ran up to me with a blanket, but I said quickly, “No, they said I have to walk home this way or the agreement is off.”