Chapter 30: The Weekend Begins
The service elevator opened not into another hallway, but into a cavernous, concrete space. The air was cooler here, smelling of damp cement and machine oil. Exposed pipes ran along the high ceiling, and a single, heavy door stood across the empty floor.Marcus produced a key, unlocked it, and ushered them through.
The room beyond was a study in contrasts to the theater’s dark velvet. Harsh white LED panels illuminated every corner, banishing shadow. The walls were pristine white tile, the floor sealed concrete with a drain in the center. The only furniture was a single, black adjustable gynecological chair, its stirrups wide and waiting, positioned directly under the brightest bank of lights. To one side stood a stainless steel instrument table, on which an array of objects gleamed: metal speculums of varying sizes, coils of rubber tubing, bottles of clear fluid, and a menagerie of phallic-shaped instruments in silicone and steel. Neat rows of hooks lined the wall behind it, from which hung leather straps, cords, and what looked like a cattle prod.
“Home sweet home,” Lina said, her voice echoing slightly. She placed her bag on a secondary table, pulling out a small, high-definition video camera.She powered it on, a tiny red light winking to life.
“Strip,” Marcus said, not looking at Mary as he washed his hands at a small sink. “Then get in the chair.”
Her fingers trembled on the simple fastenings of the gray shift. She peeled it off, letting it fall to the floor. The cool air raised goosebumps on her skin, highlighting every whip mark, every bruise from the gurney. She walked, naked and obscene with the plug still lodged inside her, to the chair. The black leather was cold against her back and thighs.She leaned back, her heart hammering against her ribs.
Marcus approached, his movements economical. He took her left ankle, placed it in a stirrup, and fastened a wide leather cuff around it, pulling it tight. He did the same with her right leg, spreading her wide open to the light. He secured her wrists with similar cuffs to the arms of the chair, pulling them taut until she was utterly immobile, a butterfly pinned open.
Lina circled, the camera humming.“Good.Vulnerable. Perfect for examination.”
Marcus pulled on a pair of black nitrile gloves. He selected a medium-sized speculum from the tray, its silver blades catching the light.He held it up for the camera, then turned to Mary. “This is going to hurt.” It wasn’t a warning; it was a statement of fact.
The cold metal pressed against her entrance.He pushed it in, the unyielding intrusion making her tense. He twisted it, positioned it, then his other hand turned the screw mechanism. The blades inside her began to separate.A slow, relentless pressure.Her inner walls strained against the cold expansion. She bit her lip, a whimper escaping.
“Wider,” Lina directed, filming from between Mary’s splayed legs.Marcus turned the screw again. The stretch became a burning ache, then a sharp, tearing pain. She felt obscenely open, exposed in a way that was beyond nudity. He kept turning until the metal held her cunt gaping wide, her pink, vulnerable interior fully revealed to the lights and the unblinking eye of the camera. A sob broke from her throat.“Look at that,” Marcus murmured, more to Lina than to Mary. “Cervix is nice and low. Accessible.”
He put down the speculum handle, picked up a different device.It was a wand with a glass attachment, wires trailing from it to a small black box. A violet wand. He flicked a switch on the box, and a faint, buzzing hum filled the room.“Let’s test sensitivity,” he said.He brought the glass electrode close. Without ceremony, he touched it to her exposed inner labia.
A sharp, buzzing jolt of electricity, hot and sudden, ripped through her.Mary screamed, her body convulsing against the straps. The pain was alien, a vicious, vibrating sting deep in her nerves.
“Responsive,” Lina noted, zooming in.
Marcus moved the wand, touching it to her inner thigh, her swollen clit.Each touch elicited a fresh jerk, a cry. Then he guided the electrode deeper, past the speculum blades, until the cold glass tip pressed directly against her cervix.
He held it there.The current surged into the core of her. It wasn't a surface shock; it was a deep, uterine cramp of pure electricity.Her vision whited out. Her back arched off the chair as much as the straps allowed, a raw, animal shriek tearing from her throat. He held it for five endless seconds before pulling it away.
She collapsed, panting, tears streaming down her temples into her hair.A thin wisp of smoke or ozone drifted up.Marcus put the wand down. He unzipped his pants, freeing his cock, which was already fully erect.“Enough diagnostics. Time for the practical.”
He didn’t remove the speculum. He simply guided himself to her stretched, violated opening and shoved himself in alongside the cold metal.The feeling was monstrous. She was filled beyond capacity, the hard edges of the speculum blades digging into his shaft as he fucked her. Each thrust ground the metal inside her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t close her legs, could only take the brutal, grinding penetration.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” he grunted, pounding into her. “Like fucking a metal sleeve.”
Lina watched, filming, her own breath coming faster. After a few minutes, Marcus pulled out, glistening with her wetness.“Your turn. Give her that pretty mouth.”
Lina didn’t need to be told.She put the camera on a tripod, still recording, and quickly shed her clothes. She climbed onto the chair, straddling Mary’s face, and lowered her cunt onto her mouth.“Clean me. Get me wet for him.”
Mary’s tongue moved automatically, lapping at the slick folds. The taste was familiar now, a bitter-salty testament to her own degradation.Marcus came up behind Lina, his cock pressing against her ass. He guided himself into her, fucking Lina doggy-style while Lina ground down on Mary’s mouth. Mary watched, eyes wide, as Marcus’s balls swung against her own widely spread flesh, just inches from her face.The chair creaked with the rhythm of their use.
Marcus fucked Lina hard, then pulled out again.He pushed Lina aside, not gently.“Switch. I want that ass.”
He leaned over Mary, his face sweating. He spat on his hand, slicked his cock, and positioned it at the pucker of her ass, still stretched from the plug. He hadn’t removed it. He pressed the head of his cock against it, beside the base of the plug, and pushed.It was a violation of physics, of biology. The impossible, burning stretch as he forced his way into a space already occupied. Mary’s scream was muffled by Lina’s thigh. Lina held her head down, watching over her shoulder as Marcus worked himself inch by impossible inch into Mary’s ass alongside the rubber plug. The feeling was one of total, catastrophic fullness, a pressure that threatened to split her in two. He finally bottomed out, his pelvis pressed against her ravaged cheeks.
“Christ,” he breathed, motionless for a second, overwhelmed by the tight, double-stuffed heat. Then he began to move, a shallow, agonizing rocking that made her see stars.He came like that, buried in her ass, groaning as he emptied himself. When he pulled out, the plug slid out after, followed by a trickle of his come and her own fluids.He stepped back, breathing heavily. Lina, aroused and impatient, took his place.She mounted Mary’s cunt, sinking down onto her with a sigh. She rode her hard, using Mary’s body for her own pleasure, her nails digging into Mary’s breasts.She came with a sharp cry, shuddering, then climbed off.
They weren’t finished. Over the next hour, they used her in turns, in every orifice, sometimes together, sometimes for the camera.They poured cold water over her between rounds. They slapped her exhausted flesh to wake it up.They came on her face, in her mouth, across her branded stomach. Cum dried in sticky, whitish layers on her skin, mixing with sweat and saliva.Finally, they stopped. Marcus unfastened the straps. Mary’s limbs fell bonelessly to the sides of the chair.She was trembling violently, a fine, uncontrollable shake that originated deep in her wrecked core.
Marcus and Lina dressed, discussing her as they collected their things.“Tolerance is high. Pain receptivity is interesting—she flinches, but she doesn’t shut down completely. There’s a resilience there,” Lina said, wiping down the camera.“Anal capacity needs work. But the cunt’s a champion. Takes a pounding and stays juicy.” Marcus looked at Mary, a cold appraisal.“With the right training, she could handle a small group. A weekend party.She’s not pretty, but she’s serviceable. Durable.”
“We’ll draft a proposal for the Clarendon clients. They like them broken-in but still responsive.”
They walked to the door.Marcus turned the key in the lock from the outside. “We’ll be back in eight hours.There’s a bottle of water and a protein bar on the sink. Use the drain if you need to piss.”
The lock clicked. The lights remained blazingly, mercifully on. Mary lay in the sterile chair, in the center of the silent, white-tiled room, her body a map of recent ruin. She listened to the receding footsteps until there was only the high, thin whine of the LEDs and the echo of her own shallow breath. The camera’s red light on the tripod still glowed, a lone, unblinking eye watching her wait.