Fire in the Hole

The designers of the advanced nanites offered at the LEA were indeed a chauvinistic bunch. They assumed, and rightly so, that any man who bought that package for his wife or girlfriend would want the little machines to take care of unpleasant functions. One of the things the little critters would do is recycle waste material such as menstrual blood and fecal matter. The result was less intake of food, minimal rear waste, and an unfortunate need to urinate more often, a female specific feature. They also programmed them to respond to WPM (Whore Punishment Medicine) or as the pimps like to call it, Burning Delight, and other various erotic and non-erotic ****. Whenever it detected an overdose of Burning Delight, instead of ridding the excess **** from her system, it would spread the painful sensation to other erotic zones such as the breasts and asshole, with a double emphasis on the asshole in the case of larger overdoses.

One of the reasons Brett tied the bitch up in the shower, besides the expected virginal blood, was the crap he knew would expel from her anus. Thus, he was surprised when only a little brown fluid mixed with his cum was the only thing to eject with his cock. Instead of pondering over this unexpected situation, he rammed his sick back in the ass and resumed his violent thrusting.

Felicity meanwhile, was in hell. Along with her burning pussy, her tits were now on fire and burned more with every bounce and sway. But that wasn’t all, her asshole had too decided to join this sadistic party with an intense pulse of heat and friction with every thrust. What seemed like hours turned out to be only a few minutes as she felt more of his seed contaminate her rear entry, followed by a burst of cold water from the shower.

A couple minutes later the water stopped and Brett showed her a roll of silver tape. “While I’m sure you enjoyed getting your little cherry popped, this is my time now. Don’t worry, I got the most sticky kind they sold at the sex shop so it will be nice and painful when pulled off.” He then wiped off as much moisture from her vagina with a towel before putting it back on the shelf, and taped up her pussy. He then completely tied her and carried her weakened body to the bed.

After several minutes of preparation, he tied her wrists in front of her and attached them to a rope directly over an empty area in the room stretching arms above her until he judged her in the right position. Then he tied each ankle, connecting the ropes to I-beams on opposite sides of the ceiling, securing her with her legs stretched painfully wide and her holes perfectly level with his cock.

Instead of attacking her ass again, he went around to her head that was hanging upside down. She still seemed defiant by the look in her eyes, so he thrust his cock down her throat, not stopping even as she started to ****. He soon ejected a load, then pulled out to let her breath.

He now decided to keep punishing her ass, so went back to his case and pulled out a special kind of lubricant of the spicy variety, still not realizing the severity of her current pain, not that it would matter to him anyway.

He went back to her rear and admired his handiwork, but decided retie the ropes so her arms were spread out, her waist was secure, and she was face down. This way he wouldn’t have to do as much work. Brett then went around to her back and slavered his dick with the spicy flavor.

Felicity suddenly felt her legs grabbed and then her ass was on fire again. He was using her legs to move her body back and forth, causing her tender burning mounds to rock back and forth in an increasingly violent manner. She was now screaming since the pain up her rear had suddenly intensified. But the worst part was heat that would come in waves, always increasing, but never lessening.

Felicity suddenly stopped screaming, which Brett took awhile to notice, and realized his plaything had gone and passed out on him. He couldn’t have that so another syringe was brought out, this time a stimulant. Another **** of chauvinistic design that would keep a woman awake and in pain, and unfortunately for Felicity, involved more butt pain.

He then injected the ****, without reading the directions again, directly and fully, piercing her anus.

The results were almost instantaneous, as Felicity felt a fire like nothing before and a clarity of mind that only sharpened the pain. This time the pain that was again spread and enhanced by her nanites focused on her breasts, and with more intensity her nipples as Brett once again managed to increase her misery by hanging one pound weights from her nipple rings.

Now she felt the fires of her ass erupting in searing pain, her sensitive burning pussy stretching against the restrictive tape, and an all consuming liquid lava boiling her massively swinging mammaries. What seemed like days, but was only three hours passed of him pounding her from the rear without stopping.

It was only eleven forty-two, and the only reason he stopped was so he could rest for a while. She still needed to be punished. So he brought out his biggest vibrator, which was one foot long and 3 inches wide with hard nubs all over its girth that gave it another quarter inch.

If Felicity thought she could rest, even with the pain, she was sorely mistaken as what could only be described as a noisy jackhammer penetrated between her cheeks, stretching her hole out even more. Brett watched in delight as Felicity tried to use what limited movements available to her to try to dislodge the device, all the while she was screaming.

He then proceeded to take a shower while listening to her loud misery, toweled off and get dressed. Going to her side, he abruptly pulled the vibrator out of her ass, much to Felicity's relief, turned it off and dropped it on the ground. Circling around her front, he sat on the bed and stared at her while her head was drooping.

"Alright little cunt, I'm feeling a little peckish. Abusing your ass is hungry work, so I'm gonna head home for a bit to get something to eat. How do you like these toys by the way? This little kit is the one I used on your mother all the time, except for the big beauty that was in your ass, that was new just for you. Ha Ha!"

Felicity was too weakened to respond, not even lifting her head, which Brett misinterpreted. "Not going to respond? Well, I was going to let you come with me, but you can forget about it now!" He then spent several minutes bringing down to the ground and untying her and removing the weights from her breasts.

The return of circulation to her body brought the pins and needles feeling to her body, but was intensified because of the **** in her body, causing her to painfully moan. "Get to the shower bitch!" He said while she was sill lying face down on the ground. She tried to stand up, but could only crawl, which spurred Brett's name calling further. "Yeah, that's right! Crawl like the bitch you are!" He didn't stop taunting her until she crawled of the shower threshold, at which point he left to get more rope.

When he returned, Felicity was laying on the damp shower floor on her side, eyes closed but still wide awake. "I'm going to take off the gag now, but if you mutter a single word, it's going back on!" He told her while taking it off. "If your thristy, there's going to be plenty to drink shortly, Ha!" Felicity felt herself then being rolled on her front, which elicited a small moan since her throat was raw, her own weight crushing her lava filled breasts. She was then hogtied and both shower head were turned on and positioned to give her a thorough soaking. Felicity was once more turned to her side whereupon her pussy was subjects to **** of tape being ripped from its sensitive mound before being turned back over. This feeling was the almost equivalent of the worst pain she felt today, the lasers that scorched her sensitive flesh.

While all the **** and implements of **** Felicity were subjected to were indeed painful, nothing could compare to the machines and devices that the big corporations would inflict upon her throughout her long life. The machine at the LEA only a taste of what's to come.

Felicity was in so much pain, she didn't even hear the front door shut as Brett left. The fire she experienced didn't just come from the sadistically designed tape, it did come from a bdsm sex shop after all, but her bladder. The **** made her urine feel like acid as it passed through her urethra, bringing more tears to her eyes, not that you could tell with the shower still spraying her with cold water. She stayed like that for a long time, occasionally slurping water from the tile floor to ease her thirst.

It was almost two in the morning before Brett returned, but this time gym bag with his work clothes and another suitcase of identical size. Inside were not more ropes, but several expandable heavy duty spreader bars with hooks for suspension. He tossed his bag to the side and opened the suitcase to find a suitable size, then went to cut off the shower and untie Felicity's pruned body, but not before putting back in the gag. He was able to get her dried off and to the bed on her shaky legs where he began tying her into a new position.

Kitty was now in a position known at the crab tie, with each arm tied to their corresponding leg, she was now spread wide open. He then took a spreader bar and tied each end to the bindings tying together her wrists and ankles, extending the bar and widening her legs as far as possible before locking it in place. A snap hook was placed in the middle of the bar that was tied to a rope connected to the ceiling before the bed. Brett then began pulling the rope until Felicity was adequately positioned and tied the other end securely to a wall hook. He then tied a rope around her underarms and raised her front until horizontal using another rope directly above the bed.

The reason Felicity couldn't struggle was not due to lack of strength, but a continuous feelings of pain permeating her bodies most intimate places. She had wanted to run out the door, or at the very least curse him out, but the intense soreness she felt slowed her down considerably. Now handing horizontally above the bottom of the bed and staring at the upside down wall, she felt him gently rub her vagina, which instead of the small pleasures he probably thought he was imparting, there was only sharp stinging agony. "You like that bitch? Yeah you know you want it. Too bad it's the last you're getting for awhile you little cunt." At which point he got a small riding crop out and started to whip her pussy. She could feel each impact sear her flesh as if instead of leather hitting her tender area, it was a hot iron, right out of the fire. Felicity started to squirm and spasm violently, causing him so miss a few times and hit her inner thighs instead, but that only spread the pain around. It was about ten minutes of her trying to futilely free herself from burning bondage and him cursing her every time he missed his mark.

Shortly after she felt the sharp pains lessen, the sound of tape could be heard. Felicity felt tape once again being stuck to her mound and Brett's cock violently pounding her still red ass.

Felicity was violently and continuously ass **** in a few more agonizing positions until well past dawn.