Push your limits

You repeat this cycle of rest and pain for some time. You often feel like breaking down and crying but shift your mind back to past infiltration missions.

Away from the throne you enter your own little world of mind-over-matter. You envision yourself far, far away from the throne and are now in position as a droid waits ten meters below you. This is no longer about saying yes or no to pain, but the difference between life and ****. This allows you to dig deep within some primeval instinct to endure.

It would finally appear as though you outlasted the patience of the show house staff as you are shaken from your fantasy by the director’s voice. "Caroline, take her down from there. We have a client to see and Celeste looks like she could go on for a while longer."

You just groan to yourself as you come out of your trance. His words fail to sink in to your mind.

"We have a clear winner for the bet, as she has smashed the previous record," the director says giving a little laugh. "Who would have thought it, huh?"

Caroline comes over and you can feel her hand run along the slick sweat on your back.

"Celeste, I need you to hold upright while I remove the hook. It is going to smart a little bit as it will have rubbed you raw down there, so try and bare it," she says as she winces and braces the hook.

The hook comes out with a squelch. Any part that was left of your trance is now broken by the pain from your whole body smacking you all at once.

You let yourself slump down while Caroline opens the wrist restraints. With your arms free and Caroline offering support, you pull your feet from the foot restraints and climb out onto wobbling legs and a sore back. As you look up you see Caroline is grinning.

"I am really, really impressed. Words fail me. This will go down in the history of Shebo's," carries on Caroline with genuine enthusiasm to her words. Behind you the voice of the director cuts in.

"I echo that sentiment. I am amazed that you managed to endure it for so long. I’ll have to ask what you have done in the gym to achieve that some time, but let's get you dressed and Caroline can apply some ointments. We need to get you an appointment at the nearest sports and medical spa; a quick dip in their tanks will sort out the muscle soreness and promote skin growth in your feminine regions. Just don't go sticking any hooks in there any time soon!" he says, clearly amused with his own poor joke.

The director walks out as Caroline gently guides you to a chair to sit. Sweat drips down your back and you feel like a boxer that has gone ten harrowing rounds. You sit there with your legs spread wide and you watch as Caroline dons surgical gloves and dips her fingers into some ointment.

"Hold still Celeste. This is going to sting a bit," she warns you.

Eying the ointment wearily, you know that her ‘a bit’ line is the typical lie told by all doctors and nurses. Caroline takes your lack of comment as consent and inserts an ointment-slick finger into your abused pussy. Surprisingly, it does not hurt and you do feel a certain amount of pleasure from the act. Did you actually get some enjoyment from the throne, or is this just passing?

When Caroline has finished she directs you to a shower where you are quickly washed and then dried by a very tender Caroline. Your thoughts are a mess as you try to dress yourself.