Meanwhile, Isabel's Torment Continues

Kara’s voice was hoarse from screaming. Her pale skin was slick with sweat. Her body throbbed with pain and pleasure; a twisting heat nesting between her legs. Her clit pulsed; radiating waves of agony which tore at her mind.

Her legs were locked open with a spreader bar. Her pussy was exposed to the world. Her arms were still bound behind her back and Isabel was kneeling before her. Her former friend grinned, a look of wild joy danced in her eyes.

Her hand came down! Kara jumped, the stinging slap made her body convulse. The pain throbbed through her pussy. Her legs were shaking! A low moan tumbled from her lips. Before she could recover, Isabel’s fingers pressed at the lips of her womanhood, thrusting forward and backwards, each little burst made her pussy hug them all the tighter.

Kara whimpered; she writhed, her legs tried to kick out. Only the spreader bar kept her from closing them to protect herself. Oh god, it felt so good! Traitorous pleasure boomed through her. The screaming voice of her programming told her to surrender, to be a good little slut and accept her place. Her mind was splintering under the ****, there was too much. It was overwhelming. She could feel herself trying to come apart.

She clung on, holding to Richard’s memory. Reminding herself who she was. She refused to be lost again.

But Isabel’s fingers felt so good. Her teasing, probing touch, her vigorous thrusts which picked up speed as they went. The relentless, unceasing **** on her senses. Her hips bucked, her head rolled back. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Her body was screaming! Heat rising, her hips uselessly wiggling. Kara gasped, an unwilling moan escaped her throat.

“Such a slutty girl,” Isabel laughed. “You know what happens to sluts?”

Isabel’s other hand tilted, the burning wax from the candle she was holding dripped down against her naked skin. It splashed her thighs, the droplets tracing a burning pattern upwards that made Kara whimper. It splashed the lips of her pussy. The heat seared, sending jolts rushing through her body.

But most of it landed right where it was meant to. It splattered across her exposed clit. The pain was exquisite, a burning hot sensation that stole her thoughts and tore the cries from her unwilling lips.

Kara’s anguish echoed through the room; a trembling wail of submission and defiance. Her body rocked; her hips bucked back and forth as she strained against her bonds. The wax didn’t give up its heat instantly, when it struck her, it burned hot and then slowly began to cool. Against the sensitive skin of her clitoris, that meant she was **** to endure a prolonged sense of gradually fading agony as she rocked back and forth.

It was made even worse by the fact that Isabel’s fingers worked and thrust at the lips of her pussy. Pain burned like a star across her clit while pleasure thrummed through her lower lips. Her mind was lost in a chaotic maelstrom. A bubbling cauldron of heat and want which strobed through every nerve and linked every cell with a string of crazed sensations.

“It can end, you know,” Isabel growled. “This can all be over. What you have to do - all you have to do - is admit that you’re my personal slut. Mine and no one else’s. Forget Richard. You know he never loved you. You know that he only ever cared about your body. I know you thought that he was a happily ever after, but let’s be honest, Kara. We both know you don’t deserve one of those.”

She rose to her feet and swamped down, the heel of her stilettos stabbing into Kara’s engorged clitoris again. She howled, another orgasm raged through her body as the pleasure and pain erupted into a screaming crescendo!

“It’s over,” Isabel growled. “You know it’s over. Just give up.”

But Kara refused to surrender. Her body screamed, her nerves were stretched taut. She could feel the urge to submit filling her body. The programming of the ****-machine echoed in her mind, its teasing, evocative song became one with Isabel’s words.

Surrender.

Admit your true self.

Become a whore for your betters.

“No….” Kara choked. Her body trembled, her limbs felt like lead. The spreader bar **** her legs wide and sparks of crackling heat and pain shot through her abused clitoris. She knew that refusal would only see further punishment.

Yet still she fought.

“You won’t control me, you won’t defeat me again. There’s nothing you have that can make me bow to you, Isabel. That time is over.”

But even as she said this, her eyes darted to the left. To the dark corner, to the machine which loomed there like a nightmare.The ****-maker! The thing which had torn her mind apart before!

As soon as she realised what she was doing, Kara snatched them back. Tried to pretend she hadn’t had that moment of weakness.

But it was too late.

“You may not fear me,” Isabel whispered. “But you fear the machine, don’t you?”

“No…”

“Liar. I can see it in your eyes. You know it can take you and make you into whatever I want you to be, Kara. I admit, I did want to break you myself. Call it a personal challenge. But if you are going to be stubborn about it…”

Kara whimpered, Isabel’s heel stabbed down, grinding her clit.

“I can do more than make you a ****, you know. That was only one setting. I can go further. How would you like to be a pet? Or a mindless little tool? A fuck-toy with no will of her own? I can do that to you.”

“No…” Kara’s words were shaded with dread. Desperately, her eyes fixed on the face of her old friend. Looking for even a shadow of empathy.

But there was none. In that moment, Kara knew that if there was anything left of the old Isabel, it was buried deep. So deep that she would never find it. Not like this.

“You wouldn’t….” Kara’s voice was more a plea now than anything else. The power had drained out of it, and she was pale and shaking. Isabel loomed over her, drinking in the terror that danced in her eyes.

“I would,” She said. “I’m going to make you into a mindless little fucktoy, Kara. I’m going to keep my for myself, I won’t let anyone else have you. Your pleasure or pain is going to be totally down to me, and believe me, I’ll deliver both. I’m going to fuck you with toys and machines, and I am going to break you until you’re a gasping little pet, whimpering at my feet. Your only thought the best way to please me. I am going to take you and make you into my personal little whore.”

Isabel’s eyes blazed, a look of furious intensity smouldered across her face. She was animated, almost maniacal now.

“But don’t worry, I won’t let you go entirely. I’ll make sure there’s a little part of you. A tiny little nugget that remembers exactly who you were. I’ll seal it up, keep it helpless but present. Just so you can feel every new humiliation, every new degradation. And sometimes, when I feel like it, you know what I’m going to do? I am going to let that little part of you out, Kara.”

Isabel leaned forward, and her shadow fell over the bound machinist. Kara squirmed, almost unable to comprehend the fate her friend had chosen for her. After all the times they had spent together, all of the fun they’d had, even the nights they had shared playing, pushing one another. This was really what Isabel wanted to do?

“I’m going to let it out just so I can hear it scream.”