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Dawson came round from his reverie and realised he knew exactly how Senora Careva should be tortured. HeТd never actually done it before because it was so painful, but he had seen it done just once and he had the equipment. On the occasion heТd witnessed the torture the woman had passed out from the pain. He hoped Careva would do so as well and he knew Donatonio would be pleased if she did so. HeТd probably be even more pleased if she died from the pain, but that was not the point of the visit. There were much easier, simpler ways of killing them than spending hours inflicting torture and sexual torture on them. A bullet in the brain, suffocation, electrocution, poisons, they were all quicker. No, Dawson was a master of torture and he had high hopes for the afternoon. Dawson and Donatonio entered the Chamber, ready to inflict chastisement on the woman who had so nearly inflicted injury on Donatonio. Dawson unlocked the cage and dragged the woman out by her hair. УTake her legs, Donation, and bring her
over to the couch.Ф They carried her together. Gone were the niceties, gone were the civilities Dawson normally associated with torture sessions, and gone was the opportunity for the woman to make amends and submit. Now she was being forced into something and she simply had no choice. SheТd have to take whatever was handed down to her and sheТd only got herself to blame. Dawson knew she was afraid now, probably scared half to death, but he didnТt care. She was one person he wanted to crack and he had just a few short hours to achieve his goals. The two men dumped her on the couch and Dawson went to work. While Donatonio held her shoulders down on the cool black cover, Dawson tied her ankles together with rope. He tied the rope around the bottom of the couch and checked to make sure the fastenings were secure. Dawson moved to the head of the couch and pulled out the two metal rods on either side of the couch. They were about an inch in diameter and extended three feet in line with the couch. Dawson grab
bed the womanТs right arm, forced it up over her head and then stretched it along the pole. He secured her arm to the pole with a rope and then tied a second, short rope round her wrist. This rope he passed through a clip at the end of the pole and secured it in place. He checked the fastenings, satisfied himself she could not move her arm and then repeated the action on her left arm. She was naked and stretched out on the couch but Dawson had not finished. He tied another rope around her chest, just under her breasts, and tied it round the couch. After securing the rope, he twisted it using a small metal pole until it was tight. The rope was taut and there was no chance the woman could lift her chest off the couch. Dawson applied the same technique to her waist. In less than five minutes he was satisfied she was secure, unable to move, completely helpless. УIt seems,Ф Dawson said, УSenora Careva, we have not got the message across yet.Ф The woman looked scared, very scared, which was just what Daws
on had expected. УYou will never get the message across, you bastard. You can kill me if you want but you will never make me submit to you, or the husband I have left, or the mob, or any other fucking bastard in this world.Ф УBrave talk for a woman in your position. I like a bit of spirit, it helps break the monotony of what I usually deal with Ц the willing submissive. Having to break you is all part of the service and something I assure you will happen in the next few hours.Ф Dawson was holding the nine-strapped flogger in his hand. He swished it across the womanТs lower legs. She tensed as he did so, and tensed more when the second strike was just below her kneecaps. УYou see, Senora Careva,Ф Dawson continued as he stroked the flogger across her body, УI could do anything right now and you can not stop me.Ф УNo, ouch, Senor, but I will kill you when you let me go.Ф УWho said anything about releasing you? Come, Senora, do not think I would be that stupid.Ф Dawson had reached the tops of he
r legs. He increased the power of the strokes, delivering two across her pubes. УYou fucking bastard, I will, yeeouch, kill you,Ф she screamed as the flogger crashed into her pubic bone. УI think not, Senora, not after this afternoon.Ф The flogger went higher, over her abdomen. Dawson took his time, making sure the flogger was applied thoroughly. Finally he came to her breasts. They stood up defiantly, a symbol of the womanТs own defiance. Dawson reeled off three hard, stinging, strokes across her breasts, strokes that brought tears to the womanТs eyes. Dawson knew the tears were a result of the pain and not out of any remorse or willingness to submit. УNow, Senora, we will apply some heat therapy. You see above you a boom. From the boom is suspended a string and on the end of the string is a cup. The cup holds a candle. When I light the candle the wax will melt and will pour out of the little holes in the sides of the cup. A small motion applied to the cup will ensure your body gets covered in wax.Ф
УBastard,Ф she sobbed as Dawson lit the candle. He waited until the wax had started to melt and then set the cup in motion. After a couple of minutes the wax started dripping onto the womanТs flesh. УNow, while you are enjoying the heat of the wax we will apply some electrical shocks to your breasts and your genitals.Ф The device looked like a gaslighter, a thin probe with two electrodes jutting out of the top. Dawson pointed the probe at the womanТs left nipple and touched it gently. There was a crack as the device discharged, sending a painful instantaneous jolt of energy across the electrodes. The moment coincided with a large drip of hot wax landing on her pubes and the woman yelped. She tried in vain to release herself from her bonds. The probe discharged again into the nipple and Dawson turned to her other breast. УAre you enjoying this?Ф He asked gently. УNo, IТm fucking not, you evil little shit,Ф she replied defiantly. УI may be evil, but you will only suffer more if you do not qu
ickly learn respect.Ф The probe touched her nipple again. She yelled out an obscenity. УOkay, weТll see what your cunt thinks of it then.Ф Dawson shifted position and poked the probe in between her legs. He used his fingers to guide it to the bud of her clitoris and then he pressed the trigger. Again the electricity discharged into her flesh, causing intense pain as it did so. He pressed the trigger again and watched with amusement as she tried to struggle away from the instrument of torture. Dawson knew the device would be more effective when wet. A drop of wax landed on her right nipple and solidified. The probe touched her damp clitoris again and the trigger released the energy into her. The woman yelped again from the pain that was imparted. УOkay, if you will not learn respect, we will go inside.Ф Dawson prised open the womanТs labia and inserted the probe four inches deep. Then he pressed the trigger on the end of the probe. The mini shock wave tore through the womanТs abdomen. УOh God, no
t in there, itТs killing me. Please, not in there.Ф УSee, you are learning.Ф Dawson pressed the trigger again. УNo, no, please, please, donТt do it again, I canТt take it any more. Yeeouch.Ф A large drop of wax landed on her stomach as she spoke. Dawson added more motion to the cup on the string. УIТm sorry, Senora, but I do not hear the respect I want from you.Ф УIТm sorry, only please donТt give me any more doses of the probe. ItТs killing me.Ф УI know,Ф said Dawson and pressed the trigger again. УWhat did you do that for? I said IТm sorry.Ф УAh, more defiance.Ф Dawson pressed the trigger again, causing the woman to scream in agony. УPlease, please, sir, donТt do that again. I will do anything you say, anything, only donТt give me any more of those painful shocks.Ф УAnything? WeТll see about that.Ф Dawson removed the probe and untied the womanТs ankles. He parted her legs, lifted them over her head and secured one leg to each of the poles heТd already lashed her arms to. She w
as now lying with her legs wide open, her buttocks exposed and her tortured vulva exposed to him. Dawson positioned the cup over her parted legs and held it so the hot wax dripped down the insides of her thighs until it solidified around the base of her sex. УYou said anything,Ф Dawson reminded her when she yelled from the pain caused by the wax. УI know, but it hurts so much.Ф УGood, then maybe it will get the message across.Ф УPlease, Senor, no more pain. I will do as you ask from now on.Ф УYes, you will, but only when I am ready for you. First, though, you will gratefully accept the punishment you need on account of your previous disrespect both for your husband, his friends, Donatonio and the pain you have caused him, and for the trouble you have caused us today.Ф УYes, master,Ф she sobbed. УI accept my punishment. What is it to be?Ф УA caning on the bare backside, Senora, in the position you are now in. You will receive one dozen strokes of the cane followed by one dozen strokes o
f the flogger directly between your legs. You may cry but you may not call out and you must not use any bad language. If you do then I will have to go back to teaching you some respect. УYes, master. IТll do my best.Ф УThatТs more like it. You see, Donatonio, eventually the spirit is broken. I think we will administer the caning now and then have a break before the flogging so we can go and have a cup of something. What do you think, Donatonio?Ф УSounds good to me.Ф УCan we not just get it over with?Ф The woman asked, pleading. Crack! The cane landed full force across her upturned backside. It crossed the upper part of her legs causing her to howl from the shock. УYes, we can,Ф said Dawson as the second stroke landed a little further onto the buttocks than the first. Crack! The third stroke followed quickly and then Dawson waited. The woman was crying and biting her lip to prevent her from screaming out loud. The first three strokes had bitten deeply into her already bruised buttocks and
fresh welt marks had formed. The angry, puffy flesh was starting to turn purple when Dawson swung the cane and connected for the fourth time. The fifth and sixth strokes landed square across the middle of her buttocks, creating fresh evidence of the wounds the cane was making. Dominique Careva was powerless to resist or even move. Her buttocks were positioned perfectly for each stroke. She bit her lip harder as the seventh stroke landed. Tears were pouring out of her eyes now and she was sobbing loudly. The eighth stroke cut across a number of the previous welts, making them blister and turn an even darker shade of purple. The ninth stroke drew blood. It cut the flesh in four places and a thin trickle of blood started to seep out of the wounds. The tenth stroke made the woman choke on her tears for a moment as she fought not to scream out loud. Dawson finished off the session with two vicious strokes that cut across as many of the previous marks as was possible. She screamed, howled and spluttered.
УFancy a beer?Ф Dawson looked at Donatonio. УI think weТll leave her like that for twenty minutes, just so the pain can sink in.Ф УYeah.Ф Donatonio stood up, sneered at the woman and followed Dawson out of the Chamber. If Dominique Careva had started the morning by thinking she could remain stubborn throughout the day then she clearly wasnТt thinking such things now.