The Ultimate Doll, Chapter #2

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Lynn ’s shock at seeing the interior of the seemingly innocent looking barn was immediate and unmistakable. “What have I gotten myself into, this time?” she thought to herself. The walls and floor were carved out of large cobble stones, the ceiling was made of large hand- hewn beams and rough timbers, as it would have been done in the middle ages. Looking around the room, she saw item after item of torture, depravity and abuse. This cleverly disguised barn was set up as a medieval torture chamber, and she had voluntarily walked inside, “I must be crazy,” she thought to herself. Not a window was to be seen anywhere, although there was an eerie, greenish glow in the room. The cool evening air passing through the doorway had a pleasing odor of freshly cut wood. Prominent in the center of the floor was a roughly-cut wooden pole, about ten feet tall, and about a foot in diameter. From near the top of the pole hung two, antique- looking, black chains, with iron manacles, attached to a large, iron, eye- bolt. Gazing around the room she saw a large, wooden, torture rack with ropes and hand winches that reminded her of Edgar Allen Poe’s classic, “The Pit and The Pendulum.” A pillory and stocks with a raised table covered in blood-red leather, with numerous attaching rings, was placed on the center of a raised platform near the center of the room. An iron-maiden cabinet swung open to reveal the devilish contents that would greet the unfortunate person locked inside. A Saint Andrew’s cross, a wooden-pony bench with a very large steel dildo attached to its top edge, and a spanking bench with many straps and devices she could not identify were prominently arrayed in the chamber. The rear of the room contained a very strongly built, rough Oak-wood chair, with numerous devilish-looking gadgets attached to it, with dozens of straps and many electrical wires connected to a large board filled with switches and meters. As her eyes looked further around the chamber of horrors, she was both frightened and highly sexually excited and aroused to see a hangman’s noose and the typical wooden platform she had seen so many times in old western movies. It looked as if it had not been used in a hundred years. The dust covering it was inches thick, mingling with hundreds of spider-webs. In another corner she saw a tall, glass cylinder, about 8 feet high, and 2 feet wide, with an ominous looking machine of some sort next to it, with tubes, hoses, and all sorts of weird things attached. As she was escorted around the room, she saw a large, square hole in the floor, about seven feet wide, and seven feet deep. The insides of which were also covered in roughly hewn stones, with a semi-circular staircase, descending to the bottom of the hole, and a heavy, iron, barred-door to close the stairs off from the pit. Over the top of the pit was a heavy, iron- grating that slid on what looked like railroad tracks to close it off. “That is the pit, someplace that is reserved for special guests,” he proudly mentioned, seeing her eying the hole with obvious excitement. In another corner she saw a medical set-up. An operating-like table, a G.Y.N. couch, complete with stirrups and straps, several enema bags, hoses, and nozzles, hanging from the nearby wall, and a hydro-colonic machine. Everywhere she looked, she saw that the walls were covered with paddles, whips, floggers, single tails, cat-o-nine tails, chains, manacles, cuffs, and all the trappings of a real medieval torture chamber. Hanging from a bar on the near wall was a variety of hoods, strait-jackets, sleep- sacks and many, many, leather straps and chains. “This is unbelievable,” she blurted out. “How did you gather all of this, and why?” “I’ll tell you,” he said. “Several years ago, I was seeking a country get-away for myself. I found this wonderful old farm, and bought it at first viewing. I had noticed the barn here, but never looked into it until several weeks after the sale was complete.” He went on to say that he had thought that the barn was just an old, ramshackle, building that would need to be torn down eventually. “When my nursing kocaeli escort assistant, Mai-Lin, and I finally got inside, after finding the key in an old desk in the house, we were amazed. I had no idea what this place was. Doing some research, I found that the former owner, an old, eccentric farmer, had grand ideas about starting a museum of horrors as a tourist attraction. He spent much of his life gathering these objects from around the world, never to have the place operational as an attraction. Why anyone would consider this area a tourist attraction is beyond me anyway. As you saw, it’s miles from anywhere. Not being a student of the macabre, I had little idea what much of this was, but unknown to me, my assistant, Mai-Lin, was a devotee of the bizarre and unusual. She knew at once, exactly what we had here. Her excitement was very obvious to me, and when pressed, she admitted her fascination by the bizarre and frightening things we had here. The next weekend, she and I returned to get the house in order. Mai-Lin could not wait to get back in here, and preceded me by about a half hour. When I arrived, she was here, dressed in a black-leather corset, extremely high boots, and a studded set of cuffs and collar. She dropped to her knees at her first sight of me and addressed me as “Master”. She then confessed her transgressions and begged me not to punish her, an obvious invitation to do so. With her guidance, we had our first “session” together. Keep in mind, that the prior six years our relationship, was as employer-employee, and at best, an occasional dinner and a movie friends. Now, four years later, she has transformed into the totally submissive slave you see. We have both embarked on a journey into the world of the bizarre, and have found a love and trust I never could imagine existed. She has given her life to me, I “own” her absolutely, and without reservation. Mai-Lin had taken an oath of absolute silence. She only appears in a full-face mask, as you saw her. This insures that her timeless beauty will never fade, and she will forever be the young, beautiful girl that she is. Mai-Lin no longer works, and is my house attendant and assistant, in this gothic place of horrors that you are now a part of,” he concluded. Somehow, that didn’t sound really good to her, but she went along with it, having to follow her libido, which was raging like a forest-fire. With that explanation finished, he ran is hand up the back of her neck, grabbing a handful of Lynn’s long, beautiful hair. “Come with me, my darling,” her barked out. He dragged her by her beautiful, long black hair, over to a stocks and pillory, in front of which was a wooden post supporting a half-round shaped horizontal platform. He bent her forward, placing her stomach and chest onto the barrel shaped platform, and her head and wrists into the cutouts in the pillory openings. She did not resist, nor attempt to free herself. Quickly, the wooden upper- half of the pillory was lowered into position, pinning her in. He then inserted two, heavy steel pins, into the frame of the stocks, to keep it securely fastened, and to keep her held firmly in position. Next: two, wide leather straps that hung from the pedestal, were pulled across her back, and firmly buckled to the opposite side, keeping her absolutely motionless. Her ankles were then strapped to the base of the contraption, using the cuffs that she already had attached to her legs. She was now his prisoner, motionless and helpless, but excited to near orgasm by the strict captivity that she so longingly desired, and was now experiencing. Mai-Lin appeared from out of the dark, and gently inserted a ball-gag into her mouth, as Master had apparently ordered. She then walked around to her backside and kneeled down to pull her pink-latex panties down for her Master. She pulled them about half way down her thighs, and left them there. Next, she took hold of the butt- plug, and with one strong pull, removed it from her backside, sending waves of sexual energy coursing through her body. She could then see Mai-Lin and Master kocaeli escort bayan out of the corner of her eye; Mai-Lin was on her knees before Master, removing the cod- piece that was snapped to the front of his leather jeans. Once off, she saw his huge cock… it was at least ten-inches long, very wide, and was fully erect. “Oh, My God!” she thought to herself, “He can rip me apart with that huge cock if he chooses.” Master approached Lynn’s backside, and without notice, began to paddle her beautiful, alabaster-colored ass, with a long, flexible, leather paddle. The highly erotic pain was greatly appreciated by her, as it eased the explosive sexual energy she felt coursing through her body. Whack after Whack was lovingly applied, her behind was now very red, sore, and beginning to puff up from the relentless paddling she was receiving. The pain had long before turned into sub-space, causing the purest form of pleasure, and she was riding the wave with glee. She did not know it, but all the time she was being paddled, Mai-Lin was serving on her knees before her Master, with Master’s cock rammed fully down her throat. She obediently took the full ten-inches of her beloved Master’s cock into her throat without gagging or choking. She was truly a well trained servant, and Master loved her with all his heart. He stopped the paddling when it became apparent to him that it was not having the desired effect on his subject. He then pulled his cock from Mai-Lin’s throat, and placed it against Lynn’s anal opening. She felt the slight pressure, and tightened up her muscles, anticipating the next step. He then took hold of her hips, and with one deft movement, he mounted her, impaling her virgin ass with his fully engorged cock. She would have screamed out, if it had not been for the ball-gag, the shock of his violation when he entered her was so wonderfully intense. He knew his effect on her; he remained motionless, with his rigid cock buried inside of her tight ass for several seconds, to allow her to adjust. Then: slowly at first, he began to thrust in and out of her, very gently, then with each thrust, increasing in pressure, speed and distance. Before long, he was pumping his cock in and out of her at full speed. They were both getting very hot, soon the pent up sexual energy was let loose. Almost simultaneously, they both climaxed with a mind crashing orgasm. His huge load of cum shot deeply into her wonderfully reddened ass, with a feeling like that of red-hot oil. Lynn swooned and moaned with the deepest of pleasures a lover could experience. Mai-Lin then removed the gag from her mouth. Lynn thanked Master profusely for administering her tortures, and the unbelievable ass fucking that she received. He slid forward and kissed her back gently, and then slowly pulled his still rigid cock from her now well-fucked ass. Expecting to be let loose, she was shocked when he announced, “You aren’t done yet, my little lady, I have a surprise for you.” With that, he called out some unrecognizable orders to Mai-Lin. She returned with a tray filled with medical things, including several syringes. “Could it be for me,” she hoped… With that, he kneeled behind her, taking a syringe from the tray, and injecting it into the base of her she-cock. “OOOH,” she moaned. “Quiet,” he bellowed. Again, the syringe was injected on the other side of the base of her she- cock. A strange burning feeling was starting to manifest itself, Lynn told Master that it was very pleasurable, but a burning feeling at the same time. “Good,” he said, “Then it’s working.” “What is working?” she asked. “You’ll find out tomorrow, my lover, now be quiet or you will be punished.” Quieting down, she saw a very long needle on a syringe being prepared by Mai-Lin. Master then took the syringe, and gently took Lynn’s she-cock into his hand and told her to not move an inch. She struggled with herself to remain absolutely motionless, having little choice with the stocks she was strapped into eliminating her movement. He then took the long needle and slowly inserted it into the izmit escort bottom of her small cock, until it was empty once again. As he slowly removed the very long needle, he said, “Good,” as he finished, and placed the syringe back on the tray. “Thank you, Master,” Lynn professed. “Now, it’s time for you to rest,” he said. “You will learn more this evening, but now, just go with Mai-Lin and we will talk at dinner.” Mai-Lin released her from the stocks, and reinserted a much longer and wider butt-plug, than the one she came with, into her hungry ass. Mai-Lin had chosen a strongly vibrating one that would stimulate her to the brink of climax several times as she walked back to the house. Mai-Lin needed to help Lynn to stand up, which was a task for her after the intense fucking she had received. Standing erect once again, Mai-Lin began to undress her, leaving only her boots on. Feeling a little uneasy, she tried in vein to cover herself, but her hands were pushed behind her back. Mai-Lin cuffed Lynn’s hands together behind her back, with a set of antique, iron manacles and ushered her back to the main house, totally naked. She felt very naughty, and although she was no stranger to nude beaches, she felt self-conscious walking across the large field undressed. She could still feel the warmth of Master’s cum that he had shot into her, the vibrating butt-plug only served to amplify the intensity of her moments, and she was beginning to zone-out once again. Once in the house, she was placed into a large, sunken bath tub, and was reverently washed by Mai-Lin, who fussed over her like she was like a Princess. She attempted to remove the ass-plug to clean herself but she was stopped by her bather. Mai-Lin shook her head violently, “NO,” and pulled her hand away from her behind. After here bath, she was dried, her makeup was reapplied, her hair was combed, dried, and styled as she was preened over in every sense of the word. Ready to be dressed, she was shown a shiny, silver, wet-look, Zentai suit. The suit had a full hood, with only a small mouth opening, and zippers over the eyes. There were no arms, and the crotch had double zippers for easy access. The suit stretched on easily, covering every inch of her body with the slippery, silver fabric. Her arms were encased inside sleeves that were sewn on the inside of the suit. The slipperiness of the fabric felt wonderful to her, tight, soft and like a second- skin. Crotch-high, bright turquoise, platform-boots, were slipped over her legs and zipped up, hugging her legs so wonderfully. Mai-Lin then took a neck-corset out of the dresser and placed it around Lynn’s neck, it was made of the same turquoise vinyl as the boots, and as it was laced up, it held her head motionless and fully erect. The neck corset was very tight, Lynn felt the wonderfully erotic feeling of constriction, as her breathing was made progressively more difficult as the laces of the neck-corset were pulled tighter and tighter. Lynn was near orgasm already. Calming herself, she once again regained focus and prepared herself for the heavily boned corset that still lay on the bed. Wrapping it around her waist, Mai-Lin began the task of tightening the laces to pull the corset into its final size. Lynn had a great figure to start with, being nearly six feet tall, and having a 26-inch waist. As the corset drew smaller and smaller, she could feel the organs inside of her, starting to move around, rearranging themselves. Having been corseted by her Master so many times before, she expected and received the constriction of her beautiful body willingly. Mai-Lin finally motioned to her, to grab hold of the bed post, to steady herself. Doing so, she felt the corset crushing her chest and abdomen so wonderfully tight… it was so wonderfully erotic that she said nothing, her endorphins were racing through her body, reading her for another spontaneous orgasm. Finally done, Mai-Lin had managed to constrict her waist down to 21-inches, as she was shown by a tape measure that was placed around her waist. She could not believe it, but it was true. She had never before been able to break 23-inches; she was so excited, that she climaxed once again. Now, fully prepared for dinner, she was lead downstairs to the dining room. Her new Master was already seated at a huge table that reminded her of King Arthur’s court.

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