Chapter 2440 - MY SISTER-IN-LAW, THE BITCH

My brother is a bit of a dick, you know? He's a nice enough guy most of the time, but once he gets a few under his belt, he turns into a condescending snob.

His wife Christina, the bitch I call her, is an heiress. More money than any one person could possibly spend in a lifetime. She comes from one of those old money families like the Rothschilds, Hiltons, Carnegies, etc., you see and hear about all the time. What she's doing with my brother, I have no idea.

I have even less of an idea about what Christine's sister Milla is doing with me.

We're not old money. We're not even new money. We're middle class. Part of The Bourgeoisie as Christina disparagingly remarks on the rare occasion she has accompanied Bruce to one of our family's get-togethers.

Christina and Bruce met at Tennessee University seventeen years ago. My brother was there on a tennis scholarship. Christina was there because it was the best College that would accept her. It's always Christina to her face, not Chrissy, Tina, or Chris, or she will favour you with an icy look of disdain and then ignore you.

Christina's grades were terrible, and her attitude worse. Even with her father's money, he couldn't get Harvard, Yale, or even Berkeley to accept her.

Milla and I met at Bruce and Christina's wedding. Unlike her sister, Milla is a kind, generous soul. There's only one problem, Milla is a dud in the sack. Well, that's unfair. Milla likes sex and is quite good at it, but it's strictly vanilla sex. There's no kink in her at all. Whereas I love a bit of kink in my sex.

From what my brother says, Christina loves sex. The kinkier and dirtier, the better. But, unfortunately, he's like Milla. He's all straight vanilla sex with little time for bondage or spanking games at all. I've thought for ages that we each married the wrong sister.

Bruce was a rising star on the tennis tour when he met Christina. At just 18, he made it through the qualifiers and into the main draw for the 2005 US Open. Unfortunately, he got thrashed 0-0-1 by one of the top seeds in the first round, but it's still one hell of an achievement to get through.

Christina attended one of the after-match functions as a celebrity guest. She thought Bruce would be a tennis superstar, so he was an acceptable match for her.

It didn't work out like that, however. Bruce blew his shoulder serving for the match against Carlos Montoya in the 2008 Cincinnati Masters. The surgeons repaired his shoulder, but Bruce lost his booming serve and forehand. He competed for another couple of years without distinction before quitting as the tour events he was invited to became increasingly minor and obscure.

Christina left him and returned to her father's place. Her father told her to stop being a snotty princess and make the marriage work. He gave Bruce a minor executive role in one of his many businesses.

"Make it work, have lots of babies," Christina's dad told her. "You're not much use to me except to provide heirs."

Christina and Milla are their father's only two children.

Bruce and Christina live in an enormous mansion in Charlestown, Boston, Massachusetts. It's one of Christina's dad's places. The house has an entire staff of housekeepers, maids, pool boys and gardeners. There's even a driver, FFS.

Christina has never worked a day in her life.

"I'm too rich and beautiful to work," she says airily.

Christina and Milla's dad offered Milla and me a house and a job in one of his companies, but Milla didn't want a bar of it. We happily live together in middle-class suburbia. Milla works as a receptionist in a medical centre, earning a low but honourable wage.

The girls are beautiful, that is for sure. Christina looks a lot like Mila Kunis. She's paler than Mila, but they could easily be related. She has the same jet-black hair and dark brown eyes, her mouth is wide, and her lips are full. Her eyes are quite narrow, but her corneas are bright white.

Christina is only 5 ft. 4 in. (163 cm), so she is so tiny to be that big of a bitch. She weighs just 115 lbs (52Kg). Christina keeps her 32-25-32 body tightly toned. But her personal trainer is one of the many she's fucking behind my brother's back.

Milla is taller and heavier than her younger sister. She's 5 ft. 9 in. (175 cm) tall and weighs around 130 lbs (59 kg). My wife's natural hair is light brown, but she typically dyes it blonde or red. With her wide blue eyes, broad shoulders over a sexily svelte figure, and her delectable 34-25-34 measurements with 34C breasts, my wife is often confused with her namesake, Milla Jovovich.

Bruce whinges that Christina never puts out. I want to tell him that she does, just not for him. I know for sure that Christina's fucking her trainer, driver, the pool boy, and at least one of the gardeners. There may be others outside her home that she fucks, but I don't have cameras there to record her.

At Bruce's request, I did the internal and external security cameras for their house. I wired it all up so that the house is fully automated. Lights, aircon, TVs and cable can all be operated remotely via an app on your phone.

There are obvious security cameras that cover the outside of the house. There are the usual ones at the doors. They watch the front and back doors and the other two external entry doors. There's camera coverage all through the house. The only rooms that don't have ceiling and wall-mounted security cams are the ones you'd expect to remain private. Bathrooms, water closets, and bedrooms have no cameras you can see.

Neither Bruce nor Christina knew that I wired the whole house with hidden miniature cameras complete with microphones. They're everywhere. There is literally nowhere you can be inside the house without me being able to see you.

I didn't do anything pervy like inside toilet seats, but everywhere else is covered. So I can watch you showering, using the bathroom, changing, and sleeping. There are lots of different views in the bedrooms. I can watch from above with the ceiling cam, from the headboard, both sides and the foot of the bed. The camera that records from the end of the bed is inside the wardrobe's mirror.

I recorded Christina fucking one of the staff, edited it into a home movie, and then released it to PornHub before storing copies to send to my brother and her father.

She doesn't know, but Christina has had almost 50,000 hits on her PornHub page. I pixelate her face, but if you've seen Christina in a backless dress or her bikini, you can tell it's her because she has a small tattoo of a black swan on her left shoulder blade. That tattoo is distinctive, so it's relatively easy to tell that it's her.

I've filmed her fucking the pool boy the most often. The pool boy has the porn clichéd colossal cock. She loves it, it seems. She especially loves it when he gets her hidden kink bag out of the closet and ties her up.

Some of the things he's done to her, I'd love to do myself. He's smacked her face, used a riding crop on her tits and clitoris, and fucked her delectable pussy. It seems Christina has a rape fantasy fetish because the more roughly her pool boy uses her, the harder and quicker she gets off.

I haven't shown the videos to my brother. It would be obvious who had set up the cameras to take them, and I know he won't concentrate on the fact his 'darling wife' is fucking everyone except him. He'll only be pissed at me for hiding the cameras and filming her.

"You've always wanted a chop at her," he'll yell at me.

I would, but only if I could first insert a ball gag to shut the fucking bitch up.

I'm not a computer geek by trade. I'm very good with all that stuff, but it's not what I do for a living. I did go to Berkeley. I did a double degree in Human Biology and Psychology. My PhD thesis is on why people stay in abusive relationships.

I'm trying to establish if there's a biological component as well as the obvious psychological one. It's been fascinating. I have some theories I'd like to test out, but what I want to do will never be approved.

I believe one of the reasons people stay in abusive relationships is the link between pleasure and pain. People who have managed to escape such relationships often say how good the sex was. I'm curious to discover whether they have become addicted to the endorphins from pleasure overriding the pain of physical abuse.

That was where my plan to break my bitch sister-in-law of her snotty and snobbish ways was born. I want to take her to a hideout I've built on some property I own in rural Maine and try some pleasure and pain theories on her.

On the part furthest from any boundary of this property, I've built a 'Doomsday Shelter'. It's totally self-sufficient with air cleaning and recycling units, water filter stations and wastewater recovery devices. I have six Tesla batteries buried beside the shelter connected to solar panels hidden in the tree canopies all around them.

Even in a 'Nuclear Winter', I'll have enough juice in these batteries for at least six months. In addition, I have diesel generators to add extra power to the batteries on rainy or cloudy days. So, theoretically, at least, I can hide out there for at least the two years it's going to take for the air to be safe to breathe after a nuclear attack.

The shelter has at least two years of dried and canned foods. Water comes from the spring I built my escape pod around.

Everything is soundproofed and carefully hidden. The ground above the shelter has been salted with a mixture of burnt lime and coffee grounds, so there's no chance of sniffer dogs finding it. When I head out to my property to do some more work on it, I always file a walking trail report. Then I park my car in a carpark near the head of the trail and hike into my property. I take a different way every time, so no path leads to my shelter. I've purchased a wide-wheeled trolley that leaves little to no marks to carry Christina to my site.

I plan to take Christina there and try my theories out on her, simultaneously answering my questions and fixing my brother's troubles. The only reason I haven't taken her already is because if it doesn't work, I'm in big trouble. Christina is into her kink, but what I have planned for her is pretty extreme.

What Christina doesn't know is that, although I find her incredibly sexually attractive, I think she's a stuck-up bitch. So, when our families catch up for drinks or dinner, she and I chat amicably. One of the times we were out for dinner, I waited for a moment when Milla and Bruce were absent from the table, then showed Christina one of the clips I recorded of her and Carlos (the pool cleaner) going at it.

Carlos had Christina tied to the coffee table as he used a soft suede flogger to hit her back and ass. Christina moaned and begged Carlos to hit her harder and hurry up, and stick his cock in her cunt. The scene finished with Carlos pulling out of her pussy and showering her lower back with cum.

Going pale, Christina gasped, "How do you have this? I turn all the cameras off when I'm fucking Carlos!"

Not willing to reveal I have hidden cameras all over her house, I lied, "Christina, I can override the cameras at any time. So, you wouldn't believe how much footage I have of you fucking almost every staff member. Strangely, though, given you and my brother are married, I have almost no footage of you fucking him."

"What are you going to do with this, John? She asked. "Show it to your brother?"

"I thought about that, Christina," I replied. "But then I thought, 'Bruce loves you. And you obviously love Bruce; it's just that you need more from your sex life than Bruce is prepared to give you.' So I'm not going to wreck your marriage for you.

But I want you to think about this: I have the same problem as you with your sister. I love her, and she loves me, but Milla is straight in bed. She won't even let me have anal. So instead of risking a sexually transmitted disease with all your exterior lovers, I want you to become mine. Together, we'll explore your kink fantasies."

Christina stared at me steadily before saying, "And if I refuse?"

Holding her gaze, I answered, "Then some of these clips might find their way onto the internet. I'm sure the media will have a field day showing and talking about you appearing in a sex film. Who knows? Maybe you will become the next Kim Kardashian."

"Dad will disown me. Your brother and I will be penniless and living on the streets."

"I guess you'd have to stop being 'too beautiful to work' then, won't you?" I callously replied. "Looking as pretty as you do, you'll make a good living working the streets."

Christina didn't say anything, but I could see her mind furiously working, trying to decide what to do.

"I'm going to tell your brother you've recorded me and go to the police," she finally said.

"He's coming now. Would you like me to show him the clip?"

"No!" Christina said quickly. "Come and see me around 10.00 am tomorrow, and we'll discuss this more then.

The following day, Christina opened the door at my knock and quickly ushered me inside.

"You're going to show me if you're any good in the sack, John," she told me. "Show me you can dominate me by making me your bitch. I will resist you with all that I have, but if you can make me orgasm until I beg you to stop, I'll make this a permanent thing."

"Promise you will give up all other lovers except Bruce and me, and you've got a deal."

"I'll have to sack them all, John. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find good staff?"

"And I care, because?" I replied.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed. "Okay! We have a deal, but you'd better be as good as you think you are!"

"Show me to your room, and get your fetish kit out. Carlos is nothing but a fucking amateur."

I'd brought a bag with me full of the small amount of BDSM gear I still have. Most of the kit I used when active in the scene has perished beyond use, but I'd bought a few modern items on my way over.

Putting batteries in the G-Spot vibrator I'd bought, I plugged the deep tissue massager into the wall. My bag has numerous lengths of soft silk rope that are perfect for tying someone up. No need for the lazy man's Velcro cuffs and anklets with me.

Sitting on the edge of Christina's marital bed, I indicated a spot directly in front of me, "Stand there and strip, little miss christina," I said. "Dance for me as you do."

Christina opened her mouth to object, but I forcefully brought my hands together and snapped, "Right now, miss."

Caught by surprise, Christina did as she was told. Christina is used to giving the orders, not taking them, but, as I suspected, there's a deeply submissive streak under the spoilt brat exterior.

As soon as she was naked, I stood and wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other around her hips. Then, picking her up without any apparent effort, I lay her in the middle of her bed and quickly tied her extremities to the bed's four corners.

Taking two thinner and shorter pieces of rope out of my bag, I wrapped them around Christina's tits before tying them off. Christina moaned softly, as craning her neck to peer down, she watched her tits and nipples turning purple.

Using my left hand to flick her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, I trailed my right down her toned, flat stomach, across her waxed pubis and onto her pussy. Then finding the entrance to her pussy lips with my middle finger and slipping it inside her, I ran my thumb in firm circles over her tiny pleasure nub.

Another deep moan issued from Christina's mouth as my finger slid inside her pussy.

Suddenly, her eyes flew open, "Oh, shit! I'm going to cum!" She exclaimed.

Gasping and moaning as her juices poured out of her pussy and over my invading finger, Christina shuddered through her first orgasm that day. Then, replacing my finger with the G-Spot vibrator, I quickly brought her to a second and third orgasm.

Now that I had her bubbling along, I wanted to drive Christine up to the peak of erotic ecstasy. So, I brought a plastic ruler out of my bag. Then, holding the on/off button on the vibrator, I began alternately smacking each of her nipples. First, I'd whack a nipple with the ruler, then, as Christine flinched in pain, I'd momentarily flick the vibrator on. This sent a sudden jolt of pleasure deep into Christina's cerebral cortex.

Before long, Christina's mind equated the ruler's hit with a brief moment of exquisite ecstasy. Then, slowly increasing the intensity and frequency of my hits along with how long I left the vibrator buzzing, I remorselessly drove Christina up the path to sexual nirvana.

Finally, with one last vicious hit across both nipples, I turned the G-Spot vibrator to full intensity. Holding it on Christina's G-Spot as I took her clitoris in my mouth, I lashed my tongue as fast as possible over and around her most sensitive external pleasure nub.

The combined pleasure/pain blasted Christina into orgasmic heaven. Her pussy pulsed open, and her womanly essences gushed from her as she came over and over again.

Limply sagging against her binds, her hair sweat plastered to her face, Christina moaned, "No more. I can take no more. Please, John, You have to stop."

With a satisfied smile, I released Christina from the bed and helped her to sit up, "I'm pretty sure that counts as begging me to stop, little miss christina, don't you?"

Surprisingly giving me a hug, Christina answered, "Yes, John. It does. Now, tell me, what do you want to do to me?"

"Letting me cum on your face will do for this time," I replied.

Christina tried to refuse, "I don't really even like cum in me, John, let alone on me. I'll toss you off, and you can cum in my panties if you want."

"I give you all that pleasure, and I get tossed off? I don't think so, little one. I can smack your ass until you beg me to cum on your face if you prefer?"

Unwillingly closing her eyes, Christina said, "Cum on my face then."

Wiping my cock's head along her lips, I replied, "Open up and give me a bit of a suck, miss."

Christina sighed but let me inside. She even begrudgingly ran her tongue around my glans before I pulled out and shot all over her beautiful face. In my eyes, with globs of my cum dripping down her face, off her chin and onto her tits, she looked perfect.

"Getting back to my point, John. Other than the occasional session like this, what do you want to do with me?"

I laid out my plan, "You usually take a break at this time of year, don't you? You join your old college friends for a month of debauchery in Cancun."

Holding my hands up at her attempt to deny my accusations, I said, "I know it's a month of debauchery because I've heard the college kids talking about seeing you there and some of the things you have gotten up to. Some of them have received blowjobs and sex from you."

"And? What if I have done those things?"

Ignoring her, I added, "You and your friends aren't shy about putting on a show for the college kids, either. According to the frat boy's chat, you'll do full-on lesbian sex shows on your balcony and sometimes in the pool."

"Okay, but why do you bring this up?"

"Because this year, you're not going. You will tell Bruce you are taking your usual trip, but you will cancel all plans with your friends."

"But I like my annual trip down there. It's the best sex that I have all year."

"As soon as you're on the plane, I'll release the first of the clips I have recorded then.""Fuck, John. Really? Alright, what am I doing instead?"

"You're coming with me out to my fallout shelter in Maine."

Suddenly interested, Christina said, "Oh? Why?"

Grabbing my phone, I queued one of the many clips I have stored. Then, letting the part where she begs Carlos to 'force me to cum as I scream rape Carlo, baby,' I said, "Come with me, and I will fulfil one of your many rape fantasies for you. I'll stage a full-on kidnapping, hostage hold and victim rape scenario for you.

Then, once we're in my shelter, I'll try more of my pleasure/pain experiments on you. Does that sound good?"

Christina gutturally moaned, "Oh, Gawd, fuck, yes! When and how will you do it?"

"I have it all carefully planned for this year's summer school break," I told her. "I usually take a hiking holiday by myself at this time. So, I've told everyone, including Milla and work, that I'm taking an extended break to hike The Appalachian Trail. Everybody knows I'll be gone for five to seven weeks."

"I can't be gone for that long, John."

"I'll have you back safe and sound and well fucked by the time you'd typically come back from Cancun, Christina. Nobody needs ever know you didn't go."

"When are you going to take me?"

"The morning you're supposed to get on the plane to Cancun. To make it as authentic as possible, I'll kidnap you just as I would if I was doing it for real, including chloroforming you to unconsciousness."

Christina lay on her back, then lifted and spread her knees. As her fingers found her clitoris and two delved into her pussy, she moaned, "Fuck! I'm so hot imagining it now. Fuck me, John, please. Let's get this started."

Laughing at her, I replied, "No. You get to take my cock inside your pussy only when you orgasm to the pain/pleasure cycle I will use on you."

"Okay. Watch me cum before you leave, though, please."

It didn't take long before Christina groaned through an orgasm.

"I'll see you on Monday, little miss christina. You won't see me, but I'll see you!" I said as I left for home.

Carrying all the gear necessary for a three-month trek, I kissed Milla goodbye as I caught the bus to the head of The Appalachian Trail. Once there, I unlocked the old Mustang I had hidden in the bushes beside the carpark and drove back to Boston.

Knowing Bruce was at work, I disabled the cameras. If he checked them later, Bruce wouldn't think this was unusual as the cameras often went down for 30 minutes to an hour and a half. However, he hadn't mentioned any gaps in the recordings before, so I doubt he checked them very often. The holes were there because Christina turned them off when she was fucking one of her staff.

I slipped inside using the key Bruce had given me when I wired the house. Christina was in the shower, so I grabbed her as she came out, chloroformed her, stuffed her into the big luggage bag I had brought for the occasion, and then wheeled her to the car.

I used a black Camry I'd hired under a false name for the kidnapping. I put Uber stickers on the car and wore an Uber cap. Keeping my head low, I put Christina's 'luggage' in the boot and then went back inside to get her holiday bags to put in the boot with her. Then, climbing back into the Camry, I waited until no one was around before driving off.

If somebody had noticed me and reported it to the cops, they would wonder why she had taken an Uber instead of using her driver. But even if they did manage to identify the car, the identity trail would end on a fake licence at the rental company.

Driving into a downtown carpark, I opened the bag long enough to knock Christina out again, then swapped her into the boot of the Mustang. The rental place was just over the road, so it took only a few moments to drop the car back, and I was soon on my way to Maine.

I carefully followed every road rule because I definitely didn't want to be pulled over for a traffic infringement with a tied and unconscious Christina in my boot.

Arriving, I hefted Christina out of the boot and opened the bag long enough to gas her again. Then, I put her on the trolley for the trip to the shelter, taking her holiday luggage with me.

Luckily, I encountered no one on the quick hike to my shelter. I lifted Christina inside, stripped her, and then strapped her to the gynaecological bed I had purchased in anticipation of having her under my control. I tied her feet to the stirrups. Her sex was obscenely on display.

To prepare her for my experiments, I injected her with a dose of pethidine to induce some euphoria.

Next, I attached lined black cloth eyepatches over her eyes. Now, no matter how bright the lights were, she couldn't tell light from dark. Next, I filled her ears with a waxy compound that had her completely deaf. Once I was sure the plugs and patches were securely in place and working effectively, I took an earplug out and an eyepatch off.

Now that Christina was utterly helpless, and all of her senses could be deprived, I attached the pads from my TENS machine to her nipples and clitoris. But, before securing that patch, I smeared some clitoris stimulation gel onto her clit. Christina began writhing her hips subconsciously as the pethidine, and stimulating gel started to work.

Settling into a comfortable chair, I waited for Christina to awaken.

Christina eventually came to. First, she tested the binds holding her to the bed, and then she tried to shake the patch off her eye. Then, realising she was trapped and helpless, she began to moan.

"Oh, fuck, John!" Christina groaned. "This is so fucking hot! Touch my clitoris, please, and I'll cum immediately."

Stroking the hair from where it had fallen over Christina's face, I answered, "Pain/pleasure cycle, little miss chrissy, remember? Not pleasure/pain."

"Chrissy?" Christina complained. "You know I hate people abbreviating my name."

"I think it'll help you with the role play, Christina," I explained. "As my rape and kidnap victim, Christina Templeton, heiress and wife, doesn't exist. Only little miss chrissy, eager to please, cock sucking whore, remains."

Getting into her role, Christina pleaded, "If you let me go, John. I promise I won't say a thing."

Joining her in the act, I told her menacingly, "You're going to learn to love sucking cock, and love taking it up your arse. Because if you don't, you ain't leaving here alive."

Christina pretended to weep. "Please don't do this to me, John, please."

Starting to enjoy the character I played, I said, "Oh, I'm doing this to you, you fucking bitch. You're my experiment. I have cameras set up all around to record this. PornHub will pay me a motza for it."

Having a woman who could have been Mila Kunis' sister bound helplessly in front of me was almost more than I could bare. I wanted to drop the charade and fuck Christina for days.

That would have defeated my purpose, though. Christina must subconsciously recognise that pain, no matter how much she is hurt, followed by a cock in any of her holes equates to delicious orgasms,

Doing my PhD thesis, I propounded several theories on why women stay in abusive relationships. The one I want to test first is this: The human mind adores pleasure and loathes pain. What if I mashed the two together? What if I caused the subject amounts of extreme pain whilst stimulating their pleasure centres? What if the only way to stop the pain was to cum?

I know the human mind will go to extreme lengths to avoid pain. We all know how hard it is to do an action your mind knows will cause pain. However, pleasure works the other way. Your brain will encourage you to do virtually anything if it knows it will get an endorphin rush and the high that goes with it.

With these two reactions being the norm, would it be possible to jam them together and make the brain think it was all pleasure? I didn't know, so I wanted to do this experiment.

"This is what I want to try with you, Chrissy," I explained. "I want to cause you pain as I stimulate your erogenous zones, similar to how I used the ruler and G-Spot vibrator earlier, but at an increased level of intensity. All you need to do to stop the pain is orgasm."

"What happens if it doesn't work, John? I enjoy some pain when making love, but it's always been pretty mild. What if the pain is only that?"

"Then I take you to the airport, and you join your friends in Cancun after all. Then, I head home, faking an injury that prevented me from continuing my trek."

Running my hands over Christina's tightly toned body and onto her hard nipples, I let my right hand drift down to find Christina's pussy's entrance. Then, dipping two fingers into her, I said, "You're really wet and excited just thinking about this, chrissy. What do you say? Shall we see if we can't blast your sexuality wide open and turn you into a cock and cum loving pain slut?"

As my fingers dipped into her, Christina thrust her hips up at them, "Gawd, yes, John. Let's do it. I've fantasised about being a total pain-loving fuck bag for years."

Wanting to kiss her to show how appreciative I was, I slid two probes into Chrissy's vagina instead.

"What you feel sliding into you are two probes," I explained. "One reads moisture and temperature, and the other reads contractions. With these, I'll be able to register your arousal levels and whether or not you've orgasmed.

Pretending to cum won't cut it, as I'll be able to read your arousal levels by your wetness, pussy warmth, and the contractions of your quim. However, it will likely take a few days before your mind reprograms itself to recognise pain as pleasure, so you might need to tough it out, okay?."

Nodding her head, Christina said, "I'm so fucking hot right now, I reckon just a touch on my clitoris, and I'll explode."

"If we're going to get into this role play, little miss chrissy," I added. "You need a safe word to use, so I know you want things to immediately stop, okay? If it all gets too much, I want you to yell "Red, John!" as loudly as possible."

Nodding, Christina replied, "Yell Red as loud as I can if I need you to stop. Got it." Then relaxing back, she said, "I'm ready, Mr John. Start your experiment."

Christina began the role-play by saying, "My friends will phone when I don't get off the plane, and they'll know I'm missing."

I showed her her phone, "Your birthdate as your PIN, Chrissy? Tsk, tsk. I sent a message to your group chat saying you had a family emergency and had to go upstate for a while. I saw the videos you had posted to each other, Chrissy. A right bunch of sluts, aren't you? Pussy munching, cock swallowing whores, the lot of you."

I didn't tell Chrissy that I had hacked her phone. Yup, she was stupid enough to use her birth date as her PIN. I forwarded all her videos to my email to watch at my leisure. But looking at how much footage there was of Christina eating snatch or having hers eaten, I suspected Christina was a lesbian in denial.

When I added this footage to her statement that she didn't even like a guy cumming inside her, it seemed apparent that she preferred women.

Delving deeply into her kidnap victim role, Chrissy shook with sobs, "Please, John, please. If you let me go, I'll even let you fuck me in my ass."

"Unlike how you refuse to let the pool boy or your personal trainer fuck you up there?" I asked.

Shocked out of her role for a second, Chrissy said, "You can't possibly know that."

"I've got hours of footage, Chrissy," I confirmed. "Hours, and hours, and hours. As I said earlier, I can override the camera shut off anytime I want."

I still didn't want her to know I had hidden cams all over the house.

Chrissy lay there quietly, thinking about this for a time, but then the pethidine and stimulating gel started to do their job. Her eyes glazed, and her hips pushed slightly up and back as pleasure overwhelmed her.

Waiting until Christina seemed close to orgasm, I moved the fucking machine I had built into her view. My invention has a simple electric motor attached to a rotating wheel. With an aluminium shaft about 2 feet long attached to the outside of the wheel and running through a ring, the rod is pushed forward for the first half of the wheel's rotation and pulled back for the second half.

Getting Christina's attention, I showed her the double-headed dildo I was about to attach to the head of the machine's shaft.

"Once you're aroused enough to need fucking," I said. "I'm going to insert this in your pussy and ass. That way, you can cum over and over until you can cum no more."

Chrissy groaned in anticipation.

"Shall we start?" I asked rhetorically. I was going to start regardless of her answer.

I had one more invention to show Christina. So, I brought the leads to the torture device I had made over to her naked body. I'd built an electrical flow machine that connected to the main power supply. With the electricity flowing through a control system, I could choose how much voltage and amperage was transferred to the leads.

I considered leaving the bull clips on the ends of the leads but was afraid Chrissy might spasm so severely that her nipples would get torn off. So instead, I connected the lead's wires to a pair of metal clothes pegs. These pegs were going to hurt like a bitch, but weren't going to cause any permanent damage.

Replacing the eyepatch and earplug, I turned the TENS machine on at its lowest pulse rate of 2 hertz. Doing this began stimulating Chrissy's pleasure centres. If on a muscle, with the pulse this low, the TENS machine would cause minor muscle contractions. On her nipples and clit, it should stimulate her body to produce endorphins. The brain's opiate-like stimulation.

I watched eagerly as the drug I had given her and the TENS machine pulses did their thing. Then, despite herself, Chrissy began to moan as her arousal grew.

Clipping the positive end of the leads to Chrissy's left breast, I dragged the negative peg across her stomach. Chrissy screamed in agony as the peg sizzled across her skin. I placed a vibrator onto the patch over her clit as she yelled.

I waited until the drugs and gel had her writhing again, then repeated the action of dragging the live end across her. Her screams echoed through my hideout again.

Putting the vibrator to the side, I got a magic wand vibrator. These vibrators send deep vibrations into your muscles. Applied to the clit of an aroused woman, it will blow them into an orgasm. Holding it to Chrissy's clit and the entrance to her vulva, I ran the peg across her body again.

She spasmed against her restraints, almost levitating off the bed. Chrissy's whole body was lifted off the table except where she was bound.

I pulled the earplug out of her ear. "You can stop the pain, Chrissy slut girl," I told her. "All you have to do is cum. Then the pain stops until your next session."

I pushed the plug back in. Then, pausing the TENS machine, I ran the metal clip across her mercilessly for close to 15 seconds. Finally, Chrissy was arched up against her restraints and screaming her lungs out.

Then, I turned the tens machine up a notch and pushed the wand against her clit. I followed that by slipping my finger inside her cunt and finding her Gspot. Then, sliding my middle finger over her inner pleasure centre, I worked on arousing her sexual desires.

Despite her screams, Chrissy's pussy throbbed with arousal. The sphincter inside her vulva gripped my finger as her secretions poured out around my invading digit.

As my finger found her most pleasurable inner erogenous zone, Chrissy loudly groaned through a seemingly stupendous orgasm, 'Oh, Gawd, fuck me," she hummed. "Oh, my lawd, is that good. Smack my face, John. Call me dirty names."

I looked at the figures from the probe. To my surprise, it showed that her pussy wetness had grown significantly, as had the heat in her vulva. So, taking the patches off her nipples and clit, I turned the flow device's power on again.

Then I dragged the peg across her nipples, down between her breasts and over her clit. Chrissy howled in pain. Then, I held the clip away and flicked my tongue over her left nipple as I held the wand against her clit.

Putting the peg down, I picked up the vibrator and slid it into Chrissy's cunt. With the tip of the vibrator, I found her Gspot. Running the vibrator over this pleasure node, I took the wand off her clit, picked up the lead and dragged it over her nipples again.

I completed this tour by dragging the peg across Chrissy's forehead.

I removed an earplug, "Cum to the stimulation I'm giving you, and I'll let you sleep for the night untouched and unharmed," I told her.

Without waiting for a reply, I added a couple of volts to the peg before dragging it across Chrissy's collarbones. Lifting it off her, I tongued her clit. After that, I alternated electrocuting her with a finger on her Gspot and a tongue on her clit.

After about three minutes of constant pain and oral stimulation, Chrissy came. I looked at the data from the computer readouts.

Taking out one of Chrissy's earplugs, I said, "You're doing well, my girl. By the readings, you're already equating pain with orgasms. It won't take me long to retrain your brain to delight in receiving pain. Then, I mercilessly zapped her again.

Chrissy, playing her role for all she was worth, cried and begged, "Please stop, please, John. I beg of you. It's not too late, you can just let me go, and I promise I won't tell a soul."

In answer, I zapped her again.

Putting the earplug back in, I lay the second peg on her naval and then moved away so she couldn't feel my presence. Flicking the power flow device on and off, I tortured Chrissy relentlessly for close to 30 minutes.

Chrissy's body was orgasming so severely and often that she was covered in sweat. Her throat had gotten so hoarse from her screams as she came that she was losing her voice. I turned off the flow device, leaving her gasping and shuddering. Next, I added some more stimulating gel to Chrissy's clitoris.

I pulled an earplug out, "I'm impressed, little miss chrissy," I told her. "You've already stopped fighting the pain, and now ride with it. You're accepting pain as foreplay that leads to sexual pleasure, excitement, and, finally, to your orgasm."

I gave Chrissy another dose of pethidine and stroked her clitoris with the wand whilst holding the tip of the vibrator against her Gspot. Looking at the monitors, I saw that Chrissy was showing signs of another imminent cum eruption. I was surprised because I thought it would be a slow process to retrain her brain to recognise pain as pleasure.

I began to alternate pain with sexual stimulation again. Finally, after about 20 minutes of this, Chrissy exploded into another violent orgasm and passed out. She gave one last wail with her body stretched taut in rictus, then collapsed to the bed.

I checked her pulse and took a patch off to check her auto-responses. They were all okay, so I decided to let her rest for a time.

Over the next few days, I kept Chrissy completely sensory-deprived. No sound or sight at all. I would start on the pain/pleasure cycle at random intervals again. Other times I would add some stimulating gel to her nipples and clitoris. Every 12 hours, I'd give her another dose of pethidine and crank the pain levels up.

After around six days of my doing this, Chrissy began to orgasm almost as soon as I introduced some pain. After that, it didn't seem to matter which part of her body would receive pain or pleasure as she would cum to pain as soon as she received it.

The best part was that if I gave her pleasure without any pain, the probes showed her arousal, but it was a slow process. However, if I introduced pain first, Chrissy would launch immediately into orgasm. Or it would only take a few seconds for her to blow.

What I'd managed to so far was prove I could take someone who was already fantasising about being a pain slut and making them one. But, unfortunately, none of that answered my question. Do domestic abuse sufferers stay because they've become addicted to the pleasure endorphins from the sex overriding their pain?I took the earplugs out and the patches on her eyes off because it was time to try another tact.

What I'd been doing was alternating the pain and the pleasure in quick succession with each other. But that isn't how a domestic violence relationship works. The abuse is prolonged in a domestic violence situation, and the pleasure is sparing and irregularly spaced.

My new tactic was to leave Chrissy aware of her surroundings but to control those surroundings. Chrissy had no way of knowing day from night as there was no sunlight. She couldn't tell morning from afternoon or how long she had been in the dark or in the light.

I would yawn prodigiously to aid my deception and say, "Enough for tonight. Now ... shall I leave the vibrator turned on and on your clit, or inside you on your Gspot? Or should I leave the electric current zapping you all night? Hmmm. Decisions, decisions."

Either option I used didn't matter because I turned every light off, leaving Chrissy in total darkness and alone for varying periods. Sometimes, after just an hour, I'd come back with her meal and greet her as if a solid 8 hours, or more, had passed. Other times I would wait 12 to 18 hours before bringing her a meal.

The next thing I did was to give her no pleasure, just hour after hour of intense low-grade pain. Finally, Chrissy got to the point that when I turned on the light, she would immediately start begging me to hurt her more because the pain she was receiving was less than she now needed to get off.

"I need to cum so badly, John! You have to do something so that I can orgasm, please?" She pleaded.

For four days, I ignored her pleas for leniency and slowly ramped the pain levels up.

When I turned the lights on on the fifth day, Chrissy was pushing her hips yearningly up off the bed. Her hair had been plastered all over her face. It was apparent the pain level had reached that exquisite nirvana point. Chrissy was experiencing continual orgasms, one after the other, every few minutes.

When her fevered eyes found mine, she moaned, "It's too much, John."

"Unnnhhh, unnnhhh," poured from her mouth as another orgasm ripped through her.

"You have to give me a break, please, John. I'll have to yell red, otherwise."

Chrissy had been locked with her feet in the stirrups for almost ten days. As a result, she was starting to develop bed sores from the pressure points.

I undid the straps holding her to the bed and removed the probes from her pussy. Her legs were weak from the lack of activity, so I had to help her to her feet. Looking at where the pressure sores were starting to develop, I felt a little guilty. I didn't want to deform or permanently mark the woman. I just wanted to break her into a complaisant cock and pain-loving slut.

Very gently, I helped Chrissy across to the shower and bathing area. Supporting almost all of her weight, I carefully cleaned Chrissy down. I washed her from head to toe using lots of soap and warm water and applied some ointment to the bed sores. Then I lowered Chrissy to a sitting position so I could wash her hair. Chrissy turned her head and nuzzled my balls.

"Hmmm," she moaned. "Let me taste you, John, please."

Smiling to myself, I took my thick 7-inch cock out of my pants and offered it to her lips. I'd been looking forward to this stage since I took her. Now that Chrissy knew I could make her cum fast and often, she wanted to share some of her pleasure with me. Offering to suck me off was a good start in her rewarding me.

The problem was that Chrissy wasn't very good at giving head and gave me close to the worst blow job ever. Her lips didn't cover her teeth, so the sensitive head of my cock was being dragged painfully over them. Plus, she could only accept about the first two inches into her mouth before retching as my cock hit her gag reflex.

Noticing that I wasn't reacting well to her attempts at oral, Chrissy pleaded, "Please tell me, John, what aren't I doing right? I've hardly ever sucked a guy before because I hate the taste of cum. But I want to reward you. What do I have to do to make it better?" "

I responded, "There'll be time for my pleasure later. At this stage, what I want is for you to learn to embrace the pain and come to crave it. Once you allow yourself to be aroused by pain given anywhere and anytime, we can work on how to show your appreciation to your lover by worshipping them with your mouth, tongue, pussy, and ass."

"Do you think I'll be able to?" Chrissy asked.

"You're already most of the way there, little miss chrissy," I told her. "All you have left to learn is how to crave the pain so you can cum, and to yearn for your man's semen as your reward for being a good little slut."

"If I can orgasm to the pain, you'll let me have sex with you?"

"There's a little more to it, but cumming to the pain is the first step."

"What other steps are there?"

"Let's make it past the first step, and then we can discuss what is next."

"And if I'm unable to do it? If I can't learn to enjoy the pain?"

"Then you make a late appearance at Cancun, and I head home," I smiled.

"What happens now?" Chrissy asked.

"You go back on the table, and I start torturing you again, so the pain and pleasure get more closely melded together in your mind."

"Gawd!" Chrissy exclaimed. "I'm not sure I'm ready to cum again yet."

I gave Chrissy another dose of pethidine and then put some stimulating gel on her nipples and clitoris. Next, I reattached the TENS machine, set it to its lowest setting, and reinserted the probes into her pussy. Then, replacing the eyepatches and the earplugs, I left Chrissy alone and took a much-needed nap.

The insistent beeping of the machine woke me a few hours later. Stretching and yawning, I examined the readings. To my shock, it showed Chrissy's pussy was both wet and hot. I moved across to her reclined body to see her hips writhing and thrusting with soft moans issuing from her mouth.

Moving quickly, I picked up the vibrating wand, turned it to its maximum setting and applied it to the patch over Chrissy's clit. Then with a deep grunt and a long, exhaled whistling moan, Chrissy came.

I rechecked the readings. There was no mistaking it. The probe measuring contractions sent a regular bouncing message to the reader. The temperature and dampness inside her cunt showed Chrissy had enjoyed a minor orgasm.

I was ecstatic because this was the first time Chrissy had cum for me without first receiving large amounts of pain.

Temporarily removing the patch over her clitoris, I added some more stimulating gel, then slipped the vibrator inside her pussy and onto her Gspot. Placing the wand back on her clit I worked both vibrators in small circles over and around her two pleasure centres simultaneously.

The readings showed that Chrissy was reaching a crescendo again. Her pussy temperature and wetness were close to maximum, and her quim was contracting and opening in a fast rhythm.

I waited until her gasps indicated Chrissy was about to cum. Then, just before she did, I ran the electrified metal clothes pegs across her nipples, down her belly and onto her clit. I timed it perfectly. The pain hit her just as her orgasm blasted off. Screaming and thrusting hard up against the magic wand on her clit, Chrissy exploded into a pussy-juice gushing orgasm.

"OMFG!" She screamed. "Oh fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! OMFG! What have you done to me? OMFG! I can't stop it! Oh, fuck, yes!"

Chrissy passed out as I dragged the lead across her nipples for the third time.

Turning everything off and removing the eyepatches and earplugs, I waited for Chrissy to come to. I didn't have to wait that long before Chrissy's eyes fluttered open, and she stared at me.

"That's a good start, little miss chrissy. You may make a total pain and cum slut yet. But you deserve to be rewarded for accomplishing part of your goals. What would you like?"

"I don't suppose you'd let it go at that, and we can get to the fucking each other senseless part?"

Shaking my head, I replied, "It's only a start, little one. First, you have to learn that I am your Master. That the barest word from me is a commandment to you. You will need to know to obey instantly everything I tell you to do, including cumming on demand.

"Is there something other than the dried food you make me eat, then?"

"I have a selection of frozen meals. Would you like chicken pasta or a spag bog, or there's even a roast dinner? Which one would you like?"

"Chicken pasta, please, Master," she replied.

Instead of just undoing Chrissy's hand ties, I let her up. She needed a little support to get to the dining table but could make the last few steps unaided. She was tucking into a microwaved chicken pasta dinner a few minutes later. Chrissy ate silently for a time, but she kept starting to say something before changing her mind and stopping.

"Speak, Miss Chrissy. What's the worst that happens?" I told her.

"Yes, Sir," she replied. "May I ask why you're doing this to me?"

"Because I can, and you asked me to, little miss chrissy," was my response.

"You said that before. But no, really, why are you doing this to me?"

"Firstly, little one, I'm doing it because I'm sick and tired of your high-handed attitude and behaviours. My brother deserves better than a wife that fucks six out of seven of her house and grounds staff but not him. He doesn't deserve a wife that goes to Cancun once a year to spend a month fucking college boys and girls but won't let him near her. He deserves a wife who cares for and loves him and wants to have his children. By the time I finish with you, you will be that wife.

But I'm mostly doing it to test my theories on why people stay in abusive relationships. Plus, I want to see if I can smash pain and pleasure so densely into you that your brain cannot tell the difference and will react to hurt as if it were a pleasure."

"So, I'm some kind of experiment, then?"

"Yes."

"How do we proceed? Chrissy asked.

"Learn to embrace the pain. Drink it into yourself until it becomes a pleasure. Accept it as sexual stimulation and enjoy being beaten, tortured and even raped. Accept me as your Owner and Master, and learn to worship me as your giver of life and love and pleasure.

If you can do that, then you have my word that I will return you to your husband. Then all you have to do is please him. Bruce doesn't want much, just a wife who loves and respects him and wants to have his children."

"What's to stop me from deciding you're raping me and going to the police as soon as you release me?"

"Nothing, Christina. Let me repeat. If you want to stop, say 'Red, John," and I will release you and take you home or to the airport so you can head to Cancun.

But, if you're planning to accuse me of anything, remember that I have literally hundreds of hours of recorded footage of you fucking everyone other than your husband. I also have video of you doing drugs with Carlos (the pool boy), and I have the recordings off your cell phone of you doing drugs in Cancun. Also, don't forget I have copies of all the lesbian sex you and your friends recorded.

If you accuse me of anything, I will release it all to PornHub before posting it to your father, your husband, and all the media outlets."

That certainly got Chrissy's attention.

"Why don't we just make love, John? I will fuck your brains out until it's time to go back. You will then drop me home, and I promise not to say a word."

"If all I wanted to do was fuck you, my little slut, all I would have had to do was give you the come-on at one of the parties we were at together. I've seen how you lick your lips when you look at my groin. I know how badly you want to be fucked by what I have. You would have let me between your legs whenever I wanted."

Chrissy blushed, "I didn't think you'd noticed," she mumbled.

Chrissy had finished everything on her plate, so I took her to the bathroom so she could do her business.

I even let her pull the curtain around the commode so she could do it privately.

"Will you willingly walk across the table and get back into position, or do I have to force you?" I asked.

Chrissy tried to walk across haughtily but failed as she kept taking nervous glances over her shoulder to see if I would react. The little show of defiance didn't bother me. She was still doing what was asked.

Once she was securely strapped down again, I leant forward over her face and whispered, "Defiance only extends your torment, little miss chrissy. Keep showing it if you wish, but remind yourself there's a price to pay."

With that, I turned the flow on the electrical torture device as high as I dared and ran it across her nipples, collarbones and stomach as she screamed.

Once Chrissy orgasmed and passed out from the pain/pleasure cycle, I reinserted the probes, added the gel, attached the TENS machine pads and turned it on. The earplugs and eyepatches were placed back on her, as well.

I sat and read as I waited for Chrissy to regain consciousness. I must've dozed off because the readers woke me again. According to the monitor, Chrissy was showing signs of arousal again.

Working swiftly, I removed the probes and positioned the fucking machine in front of Chrissy's pussy. Then, removing the double-headed dildo, I replaced it with a thick fake dick about the same size as my cock.

The dildo curved slightly upwards and should rub against Chrissy's Gspot as it pushed in and out of her.

Turning the machine to its lowest speed, I turned it on and watched as it thrust slowly into Chrissy's pussy.

A low, almost inaudible moan was forced from Chrissy's lips.

Smiling, I moved the machine forward so more of the dildo would scrape across Chrissy's Gspot.

Her moan was much louder this time.

I grabbed the leads from the electrical flow device and attached one end to her left nipple. The pain from the peg biting in caused another low moan.

Taking the magic wand in my right hand, I turned it to low and held it against her clitoris. Then, unwillingly, it seemed by the hesitant way she did it, Chrissy's hips began to gyrate up and down, meeting the thrusting dildo.

As the dildo moved forward, Chrissy would lift her hips to meet it as if it was her lover's rigid cock. She would then let her hips drop down as the dildo moved backwards out of her. Finally, with a shuddering moan, Chrissy came. As she did, I dragged the other clip across her clit and down onto the entrance to her vulva.

"Oh, Fuck!" She yelled. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! OH, MY FUCKING GOD! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Chrissy's eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me in almost wonder as I removed a patch and an earplug.

"Good girl," I told her. "I have hope for you now. Rest now, my soon-to-be whore. Tomorrow, we ramp things up again."

I replaced the patch and plug and left her alone for a time. It was about 1.00 am, according to my watch.

Getting some sleep proved problematic. I was both excited and nervous about Chrissy's two orgasm events. I was excited because she had cum but worried because, both times, there wasn't any pain involved at the beginning. They seemed to be a reaction to the euphoria induced by the pethidine and stimulating gel rather than me causing her pain, as I was hoping.

I don't know how long I lay there before Chrissy's soft moaning woke me up. I flicked on a low lamp so I could see what was happening.

Chrissy's hips were thrusting in time with the pulses of the TENS machine at the dildo that was still in her cunt.

I hadn't taken the peg off her nipple, so that was the only pain she was receiving. I thought she was again reacting to the stimulating gel and the endorphins created by the contractions of the TENS.

I watched for nearly twenty minutes as Chrissy continued moaning and thrusting her cunt at the dildo. She seemed very close to the edge of an orgasm but couldn't quite get there.

I took a riding crop from my bag. Being very careful not to get too close to Chrissy or touch her, ensuring she would remain unaware of my presence, I waited until Chrissy had pushed her pussy as far forwards as possible. Then I brought the crop hard down onto her clitoris.

She almost literally exploded.

"Oh, God! OMFG! Oh, fucking hell! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Fuck me! I'm cumming!" She screamed as juices poured from her pussy.

After Chrissy had cum, she burst into tears. I let her cry for a few minutes before turning the lights on and taking her eyepatches off and earplugs out.

Once her eyes focused on me, I raised an eyebrow. Chrissy said, "It's just all so intense, John. First, the pain, then my orgasms. I dread the pain, but then my cunt throbs and I yearn for it. Then it happens, and I cum, but then I start dreading the pain again. Smiling, Chrissy facetiously said I think you're destroying me.

"Yes. Yes, I am," I smiled back at her. "I am destroying the snotty little rich bitch princess you were and making you into a decent human being. A decent human being that gets off on pain and lives for cock and cum. Your choices, little miss chrissy, remain the same. Learn to ride with the pain and follow it into pleasure and orgasms or go home and wait to see if your videos are posted or not."

"I've cum to your damned pain/pleasure cycle numerous times! What more do you want from me?" She bitched.

"I believe your body is reacting to the pethidine and the endorphins engendered by the TENS machine and to the stimulating gel, not to the pain. You will need to react to the pain by becoming aroused and be able to orgasm without receiving any pleasure at all to make me sure."

"Pain is just pain. How am I supposed to learn to love it? It's not possible! You may as well send me home now," she wailed.

"But, you already know, that's bullshit, Chrissy. You were already well on your way to being a pain slut before I took you out here."

Chrissy dropped her eyes and nodded, "Yes. You're right."

"Deciding to take our role play to its nth degree, I took a very sharp Bowie knife out of my locked toolbox.

"Shall I start with the rape and torture now?" I asked rhetorically. "I've had plenty of fun with the fucking machine and power surge device. But, I think it's time I got to torturing you for real, don't you? Maybe I'll start by cutting your nipples and clitoris off."

With that, I walked quickly over to Chrissy's reclined and tied body and took hold of her left nipple between my forefinger and thumb. Then, pulling it viciously away from her body, I waved the knife in front of her eyes and brought it slowly down toward her stretched and twisted nipple.

I twisted Chrissy's nipple mercilessly whilst stretching it as far out from her breast as I could. I wasn't going to cut her, but I had to do something to get her moving in one direction or the other.

Either moving inward and through the pain into orgasmic pleasure or down into despair and mental collapse where she gave up on her desire to become a wanton, pain-loving slut and used her safe words to stop the experiment. If she did the latter, I planned on spending at least a week fucking every hole she had until we were both sexually satiated

Chrissy's hooded eyes and moan brought me out of my contemplations. Surprised, I slipped a finger into her cunt. Chrissy moaned again as my finger penetrated her. Her pussy was slippery wet and very hot. Then, I twisted and hauled on her nipple again as I found her Gspot with my middle finger and her clit with my thumb.

"Yes, John," Chrissy moaned. "Slap my face, please."

Shocked but willing to comply, I hit her face with my open palm.

"AHHHHH GAAAAAWWWWWDDDDDD!!!!!!!!" She groaned as her juices flooded out around my probing fingers.

Chrissy burst into tears again, "What have you done to me?" She wailed.

"Started your journey into sexual servitude and on your new life as a subservient cock and cum loving slut.""I need to cum, John, please?" She begged. "Being fingered and using toys isn't the same as cumming to a mouth or a cock."

"I'll make you a deal, little miss chrissy," I told her. "I'm going to run the electrified clothes pegs over your nipples and down onto your cunt. Then, if you can cum, I'll let you off the bed and take you out into the sun."

Tears formed in her eyes, "And if I can't?"

"We should probably go outside and get some fresh air, anyway."

She took a deep breath and said, "Let's do this."

"Good girl."

Turning the power flow down to where it would only give a sizzle and no real pain, I first slipped the twin probes inside Chrissy's pussy so I could read her arousal and wetness. Then I opened the first peg and moved to put it onto her nipple.

To my delighted shock, Chrissy requested, "Put the clip on my clitoris, please, Sir."

I quickly placed it where she asked, then dragged the other peg back and forth across her nipples.

I had turned the monitor so I could read the probes. To my excitement, they showed that Chrissy was racing towards an orgasm because her head tossed back and forth, and her hips thrust up and down in time to the stroking peg.

Chrissy's eyes suddenly flew open, "Stick your cock in me, Master, please," she begged. "Stick your cock in me, and I'll cum so hard!"

I was rampantly hard hearing her begging to be fucked. It was only a matter of moments to pull the two probes out of her and fling them aside before dropping my trousers and moving between her obscenely spread and bound legs.

Grabbing Chrissy around the throat, I squeezed until her eyes bulged from the lack of oxygen. Then I positioned my thick 7-inch cock at the entrance to her cunt before shoving my hips forcefully forwards.

As I slammed into her, I squeezed her throat completely closed and viciously pulled and twisted her left nipple.

Pussy juices gushed from her.

"Urghhh, urrrghhhhhh," she choked out through her squeezed throat.

I relaxed my pinching fingers, and Chrissy groaned, "Slap my tits, Master, please. Slap them hard. I need to cum so badly!"

Letting go of her throat, I leant back to use a full swing. On the first pass, I purposefully flicked the back of my fingers swiftly across both of Chrissy's nipples. She bit her bottom lip and thrust her breasts up at me.

"Oh, Gawd, yes. Do that again, please, Sir."

I used my fingernails to whack her across her nipples again. Chrissy moaned deeply back in her throat and thrust her pudenda at my thrusting cock.

"So close," she moaned. "Slap my face, please, Sir. Call me rude names."

This was a side of Chrissy I'm not sure even she knew she had, but it was what I'd been hoping for, so I slapped her face and followed it up, raking my fingers roughly across both nipples.

"Take it like the dirty fucking slut you are, you pussy munching, cock sucking, cum guzzling whore," I swore at her. "Your fucking slut cunt needs to be filled with sperm? Good, because I'm about to dump a bucket's worth into your fuck hole!"

"OH, FUCK, YES!" Chrissy screamed. "So, fucking good. OMFG! OMFG! OMFG! ARRRGHH! ARGGHHH!"

Chrissy slowly came down from her orgasm. Then, after about five minutes of post-orgasmic shudders and shakes, her eyes slowly opened, and she looked at me.

"What now?" She asked.

"Now you get rewarded. I'll take you outside to see some sun and get some fresh air. You can work on your tan at the same time. Can't have you coming back from a week in Cancun looking like you've spent a month in Siberia, can we?"

"You're taking me out naked?"

"Except for a collar and leash, yes."

"I'm going to be walked like I'm a fucking dog?"

Inwardly laughing but keeping myself attuned to our roles, I held her eyes with mine and shrugged indifferently, "You are less than a dog to me. If a dog misbehaved too severely, I'd put it down humanely. But, if I have to punish you for acting up, I intend to spend the rest of our time doing unspeakable things to you.

Would you like me to describe some of those things in great detail?"

Getting back into her role, Chrissy quickly looked down and away and said, "No, Sir."

Going to the air-locked entry doors, I entered the number into the keypad to unlock the doors.

"Chrissy, if something happens to me, like a heart attack or something, the PIN for the airlock is my postcode, 4173, okay?"

"I'll remember, Sir," she responded.

There's a cycle between the first and second doors, so if you have to go outside during the nuclear fallout period, you can strip your clothes off and wash them. This makes sure you're not bringing the contamination inside.

We walked out into the late afternoon sun.

"I need to pee," Chrissy told me.

"So, squat and pee," I replied.

"I'm not peeing in front of you," she declared.

Amused, I asked, "Would you like to go into the bushes and pee in private?"

"Yes, please, Sir," Chrissy said submissively.

"Enjoy," I told her, letting most of the lead fall onto the ground.

I gave her 3 minutes by my watch.

"What's taking so long?" I called.

Chrissy didn't answer, so I asked, "Chrissy? You there? Don't make me come looking for you.

"Chrissy? Chrissy?" I continued to ask as I slowly made my way to the bushes.

Pretending to be scared, I shouted, "Fuck!" When I found no trace of her.

It was pretty funny, really. Chrissy was clearly staging an attempted escape. The problem was that, obviously, she wasn't an experienced bushwalker, as her progress could have been heard by a deaf man looking the wrong way.

Chrissy screamed, "Help! Please! Someone? Help!"

My property was very isolated, but I didn't want to run the risk that some hiking enthusiast had wandered close. Having Chrissy in handcuffs, with a rope attached to a collar around her throat, would take some explaining

She wasn't very far away, so I calmly called out, "If you don't shut up, stand up, and start walking towards me, I'm going to find you and then spank you until you beg me to stop."

Chrissy stood up immediately. "I'm here, Sir," she said hastily. "I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me again."

"Get on all fours and crawl across to me," I instructed her, remaining calm and using a cold voice I had used earlier.

Chrissy quickly climbed onto her hands and knees before crawling swiftly across to me. Then, reaching my feet, she knelt there, pretending to be scared. I stood there towering over her with my arms folded across my chest.

"A tan on only your back and arse will look a little silly, little miss chrissy, don't you think?"

"Yes, Sir," She replied meekly.

Spreading the blanket I had brought out with us, I instructed Chrissy to lie on her back with her legs up and as far apart as she could spread them. Then, taking my digital camera out, I instructed her, "You will masturbate to orgasm as I watch and record. If you can cum, as I record you, I will forget your earlier indiscretion. Does that sound fair?"

"And if I can't?"

Pretending severity, I said, "Pray you can, my little trainee pain slut girl," I answered. "Because if you can't, I will punish you."

"Will you help me?" Chrissy's surprisingly requested.

"Help you to cum, my little cock sucking princess? Why should I do that? Reward you for trying to escape?"

"I need some stimulation, please, Sir. If you could tweak my nipples and maybe, when I get close, slap my face and tits, please, Sir. I will cum so hard, I promise."

"You need to learn that cumming is something you do for your husband and me whenever we demand it of you, my little cock sucking whore," I replied.

Tears welled from her eyes, but Chrissy obeyed my demand and began to play with her tits and pussy.

After about five minutes, she sobbed, "I can't, Sir. I'm too scared of being seen and can't get in the right mindset."

"There's no one around for miles," I replied,

"My conscious mind knows that, but my subconscious keeps screaming that I'm going to get caught."

I considered whether to punish or help her. What was going to help break her the quickest? Chrissy had only begun to accept the pain as pleasure, so I gave her what she needed. I thought it would be more beneficial in converting her into what I wanted in the long term.

"Okay, I will help you. But there is a price to pay after, do you agree?"

"Yes, Sir."

I had anticipated some play, so I'd placed a vibrator and other toys in my day pack. Taking the vibrator out, I turned it on and held the tip against Chrissy's clitoris. Then, I took Chrissy's right nipple between my thumb and forefinger and mercilessly twisted it.

Chrissy's hips began to thrust in time with the vibrations and her breath shortened to gasps as the pain hit. To check, I slipped a finger inside her pussy. She was already wet, and her quim was pulsing on my finger.

'Good and even better,' I thought.

Using my thumb and forefinger, I started to flick Chrissy's nipples alternately. Then, as she climbed towards her orgasm, I switched to pulling and twisting them.

It took a while, but about 15 minutes later, Chrissy's eyes met mine, and she demanded, "Slap my face, Master, please. Slap my face and slap my clitoris, please."

I smacked the entrance to Chrissy's vulva with my hand as hard as I could. I followed that up by slapping her clit, belly and both tits before slapping her face.

"Fuck me, yes!" She exclaimed as her hips thrust roughly up and down, and small moans of pleasure escaped her lips.

I quickly slipped a finger inside her. Her pussy was soaked, and her pussy sphincter was clenching down on my invading digit. Chrissy had cum from the pain/pleasure stimulation.

"Thank you, Sir," she submissively told me.

"For?"

"Giving me the best orgasms, Sir."

This was still role play. I knew that. But I hoped Chrissy's responses would become so ingrained that they would become her natural response to a dominant male.

"There's still a price to pay, my little fuck toy," I reminded her.

"Yes, Sir. What do you want me to do for you?"

"You can start by showing me you're willing to work on your oral skills. All good sluts have gotten rid of their automatic gag reflex and can swallow any length of cock down to the abdomen. So you will start learning how to do that now."

"Out here? You're not worried someone will come by?"

"The boundary is well fenced with regular signs warning not to trespass. Of course, there is some chance someone will wander in, but I think it's unlikely."

Chrissy nodded, "How do you want me to start, Sir?"

"Kneel in front of me like a good submissive slut should, and then take my cock out. You've always licked your lips over what I have, so now you'll get to taste it."

Looking up at me with a fetching expression, Chrissy undid the button to my fly and unzipped my jeans. She reached in and fished out my hardening, thick 7-inch dick. She stroked me and took the head into her mouth. Running her tongue around the glans, Chrissy began to try and accept more than the first two inches into her mouth.

She was still hopeless.

Pushing her off my cock in disgust, I said, "You want to do a whole lot better than that or I'll make you learn by causing you immense pain until you swallow it all."

"I'm trying, Sir," she replied. "But you're so big you hit my gag reflex almost immediately, and it feels like I'm going to vomit."

"Relax your throat and make your mouth wider. Then, lift your head higher, so there is close to a straight line from your lips to your throat. Then lots of saliva and quick swallowing as you concentrate on keeping your mouth and throat relaxed. Carlos (the pool boy) has a bigger cock than me. Don't you suck him?"

She did, I had plenty of footage of her doing it, but she kept her hand on his cock barely below his glans.

"I only suck his head. Carlos is only 18, so he cums quickly no matter what I do," Chrissy explained.

"You love that big dick of his in your cunt, though, don't you, little miss chrissy slutgirl?"

"Yes, Sir, I do. It makes me feel so full. He's longer than you but not as thick. Yours felt so good in me earlier."

You're going to learn to love having it in your arse as well, my little trainee slut," I informed her. "You'll learn to love taking it in your ass and then spinning around to take it in your mouth to swallow the load you're going to receive."

Chrissy paled, "You're so big, Master. Sticking it in my ass is going to hurt so much!"

"Yes, it will. But you're learning to love the pain, remember?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied submissively before taking me back in her mouth.

Chrissy lifted off her heels so she could change the angle of my cock in her throat. With the better angle, she could take almost half of my thick penis into her mouth before gagging and retching.

"Better, my little slut. Wrap your hand around that spot and work your mouth down onto it until it gets there comfortably."

I'm guessing it took nearly twenty minutes before Chrissy could comfortably accept about half my length into her mouth.

"Now, move your hand down a finger width and try again," I instructed.

Another twenty minutes passed. Chrissy was now allowing about 5 of my 7 thick inches into her mouth.

It was getting late, and I wanted her inside before dark.

"Enough, for now, little miss chrissy," I told her. "We're going back inside and getting some dinner. Then you need to take my load in one of your holes."

"Yes, Sir," Chrissy acquiesced.

Chrissy and I sat at the table and ate dinner. I could see she wanted to chat, but she was too nervous.

"What is it, miss?" I asked.

"I'm trying to understand what's happening to me, John," She conceded. "I don't understand why I'm getting aroused and cumming to you hurting me."

"If my theories are right," I replied. "The human mind loves pleasure and abhors pain. So, given a choice between suffering pain and receiving pleasure, it will choose pleasure every time. What I'm doing is causing you intense and prolonged pain coupled with sexual stimulation. Your brain realises that the only way to stop the pain is to have an orgasm.

If my theories hold true, you will learn that pleasure only comes from pain and that pain is pleasure."

"And if I don't learn that?"

"Why do you keep asking questions you already know the answer to, Chrissy?"

"You send me home?" She replied.

"Yes."

"I watched a documentary about 'Stockholm Syndrome' when I was a kid. What if I fall in love with you and want to leave my husband, your brother, for you?"

"Then you're shit out of luck, little miss chrissy. I wouldn't have you for a wife even if you were the last woman on the planet."

"You hate me that much?"

"I don't hate you at all. I hate how you've treated Bruce over the years, but, in reality, I needed a subject for my experiment, and you fit the bill. Suppose I can turn you into a pain, cock, and cum slut, and return you to my brother, a submissive whore who lives for subjugation and domination? In that case, my theories work, and I've done my brother a huge favour."

"And if I tell him what you've done to me, what then?"

"I doubt he'll believe you, but even if he does, so what? He'll have a complaisant wife that wants him to dominate her and wants to have his babies. The very thing he's always wanted."

"You think I'll transfer my affections and obedience to your brother so easily?"

"Yes."

"What has become obvious to me is that I desperately want to be what we agreed to try and turn me into. So, Sir, what else do I have to do?"

"Become the pain, cock and cum slut we both wish you to be."

"How can I become a cock and cum slut when you've stuck your cock in my pussy once and in my mouth twice?"

"Chrissy, you're an incredibly attractive woman. If I'd surrendered to my desire to make love to you, then all we would have done for the time we've been here is fuck. But, if I can teach you to love pain, then me raping you won't be rape because you'll fucking love it."

Chrissy looked at me disbelievingly, "I love the fantasy of rape, John. But rape is rape. How is it supposed to be pleasure?"

"Because you love the pain and humiliation of it."

"Again, I come back to why?"

"You think my answer has changed since the last time you asked?"

"I don't think it's the full answer."

"What more do you want me to say?"

"What the real reason for you doing this to me is."

"All you need to know, little miss chrissy, is if you don't become the pain, cock and cum slut I want you to be, you go home, and I release the videos."

Chrissy's eyes fell to the table, "My marriage is over, isn't it?"

"More than likely," I answered truthfully. "In the meantime, you're having some intense orgasms. Why don't you go with that?"

"You haven't cum in me even once. Why is that? I know you find me attractive. I've seen you perving on my ass and tits. So why haven't you cum in, or on me, yet?"

"Because the time is not right. Yes, you have a hot body and are gorgeous, but you're a bitch. I'd probably have tried to pick you up if I had met you in a nightclub, but so what? There are plenty of hot-looking women out there.

When you cum to pain first, instead of having the pain sending you over the edge from the received pleasure, I will cum in one of your holes. How else will I teach you to be a cum slut?"

"I'll never be a cum slut," Chrissy declared confidently. "I hate the taste of cum, and I hate it splashing on me. Fuck me, I don't even like a dick cumming in my pussy."

"I've suspected you were mostly lesbian since I saw the videos you and your college chums posted," I replied. "But, don't worry, you'll either love cum by the time I've finished, or you'll be a porn star. Either way, your lesbian tendencies will end."

I showed Chrissy the eyepatches and the earplugs, "Time for you to go back on the table, my soon-to-be cum slut."

"May I go to the toilet first?"

"Of course. You can even close the curtain if you wish."

I waited until I heard Chrissy tinkling and then ripped the curtain back.

"Move your hips to the edge of the toilet seat," I demanded.

"Why?"

I slapped her face, "Because I told you to,"

Chrissy obediently moved forwards until her ass was just short of the inner edge of the toilet seat.

"Spread your pussy lips."

Chrissy complied.

"I'm going to piss on your clit and pussy. If you relax and enjoy it, I won't torture you tonight. If you don't, I guess you're not getting much sleep tonight."

"Do it, Sir," Chrissy answered.

Taking my cock in my hand, I pointed the eye at her pussy region and relaxed my sphincter. Urine poured out and hit Chrissy just above her pubic bone. Then, redirecting the flow, I hit Chrissy's clitoris.

"Am I supposed to enjoy this?" She asked.

"Being degraded in any way will become something you crave, little one."

"Pain and degradation is the path you have chosen for me?"

"It's your only way out of here, so yes."

"I see. Actually, it feels quite nice," Chrissy said as my stream slowed. "I might come to like it, I think."

"Good girl," I told her.

"May I finish my business, Sir?"

Please do. Then we'll get you in the shower, okay?"

Yes, Sir."

Once Chrissy was in the shower, I examined her. The developing bed sores had all healed up. She was a little red from her afternoon in the sun. Other than that, she was in excellent health. Given her skin colouring, she should be quite nicely tanned by morning.

I bound Chrissy back into place with the eyepatches and earplugs in place. It was still relatively early, so I got my kindle out and began to read. An hour must have passed before I became aware of Chrissy weeping.

Tiptoeing to her to ensure she remained unaware of my presence, I waited to see what would happen.

Chrissy's sobbing became louder and less controlled until her sobs came in huge whoops.Curious about what was happening, I placed two fingers from my left hand into her palm. Chrissy clenched down onto them, "Please, Sir, don't leave me alone in the dark. I'm scared and having nightmares."

I pulled my fingers away and stood back.

"Nooooooooo! Please, Sir, don't leave me!" She wailed.

When I touched her palm with my two fingers again, Chrissy grabbed them convulsively.

"I'll do whatever you want, John, Master, Sir. Please! Just don't leave me alone here in the dark anymore."

Considering my options, I decided to see what would ensue from this new development. So, working gently, I slid one of Chrissy's earplugs out.

"You there, Sir? Please, Master, Stay with me. I'll do anything you want. Just don't leave me scared and alone again."

"You've promised me that you will do anything. Okay. I'm going to peg the electricity flow machine to your nipples. Then turn the flow up and down from a gentle bzzz to close to frying your skin. I only stop when you have cum."

Chrissy lay there panting and sobbing without saying anything. Then, having given her close to a minute to respond, I held her head and began reinserting the plug.

"I'll do it, Master. Cause this slut pain, and she will try and cum for you."

"To quote Yoda, 'Do or do not, there is no try'."

It only took a moment to slip the twin probes into Chrissy's pussy and attach the pegs. Looking at the readings from the probes, I was surprised to see that Chrissy was already showing signs of arousal. Her pussy was wet and already quite warm. There weren't any pulses in her quim yet, but they wouldn't appear until she was close to orgasm.

'This may be easier than I thought,' I thought.

Starting low, I gradually raised the amps until I could hear the pegs crackling.

The first thing that happened was that Chrissy's arousal levels dropped. She was still fighting her mind's instinctual response. Her subconscious mind knew the only way to stop the pain was to orgasm from it, but her conscious mind was still resisting.

I ramped the current high briefly, then turned it down to a trickle. Chrissy filled her lungs to scream as the electricity hit her hard, then exhaled heavily as the pain sunk. As soon as she relaxed, I ramped it up again.

"Ahhh, sigh," she went. Then, "Ahhh, ahh, ahh, sigh," again as the current peaked and ebbed.

To my excitement, every time I peaked the current and released it, Chrissy's pussy got wetter. Close to 10 minutes passed by the clock on the device before the reader began showing that Chrissy's pussy sphincter was starting to pulse.

I turned the current up as high as I dared and left it there for close to 15 seconds before turning it back down to the bzzz stage. Chrissy had taken a deep gasping breath as the pain hit and was arched up off the bed in a rigor of pain as the current surged through her.

Strangely, the monitors showed she was finding this sexually stimulating. As soon as I turned the flow down, she collapsed to the bed.

She moaned deeply and gutturally, "Once more, please, Sir. Once more, and I think I'll cum."

Excited, I ramped the machine up to that same back arching level and held it there. Juices literally exploded from Chrissy's pussy.

"FUCK, YES!" She screamed as she launched into orbit. ''Slap my cunt, please, Sir. Slap my whore cunt hard."

I was quick to oblige. As I slapped her clitoris, Chrissy squirted over and over again in time with my slaps. The readings from the two probes confirmed what my eyes had observed. Chrissy had just had a mind-bending orgasm with no stimulation other than pain.

Rejoicing in my mind but remaining cold and detached, I said to her, "That's a good beginning, my little cock slut. You deserve a reward. What would you like?"

"May I sleep in the bed with you tonight, please, Sir?" Was Chrissy's surprising answer.

I considered this. It sounded too good. I needed to make her helpless to prevent me from subconsciously responding to her in my sleep.

"You may, but only if you agree to be handcuffed and shackled."

"I agree, Sir. But can you please cuff and shackle me so you can cuddle and spoon with me? I meant it when I said that the dark and silence are giving me nightmares."

It took a little time before I figured out I could put some foot spreaders on Chrissy's knees and then tie the handcuffs on her wrists to those, making her unable to move. Tying her like that had her, pretty much, in the foetal position. Except her hands were close to her knees instead of just in front of her mouth.

By my watch, it was almost 3.00 am. I was pretty tired, so I immediately fell asleep. I don't know how much time had passed, but I came awake to something warm and wet, sliding up and down my rigidly erect trouser pole. Chrissy moaned softly through bitten lips.

Surprised, I couldn't help myself. I'd wanted to fuck this slut virtually from the first time I had met the snotty, stuck-up bitch. Well, not fuck, but humiliate and degrade her by forcing her to cum on the end of my cock as I force-fed it to her.

This wasn't in the plan, but her cunt was so hot and wet and tight around the thick mushroom head of my cock, and I'd been unprepared for her to want me, so I came deliciously into her.

As I came, Chrissy moaned, "Fuck, yes, Sir. Fill your slut with cum."

Her hips thrust back at me, and her juices coursed over my balls as she joined me in orgasmic bliss.

"Thank you for your cum, Sir," she groaned. "Feeling you cum inside me is so good."

I was both shocked and pleased. I would have liked to have had the probes inside her to see if Chrissy's orgasm was real, but the way her pussy juices had exploded out of her served as proof enough.

It was mid-morning when I woke to Chrissy's stifled whimpers. She was still in the same position I had placed her before going to bed and was biting her lip, trying not to cry out loud.

"What's happening, little one?" I asked.

"My shoulder, arm and right hand have gone numb, Sir. I can't move to relieve the pain."

Stretching and yawning, I rolled out of bed. Then, moving assuredly, I undid Chrissy's binds and gave her shoulder and arm a thorough massage. I had done a remedial massage course as a teenager to impress a girl I was dating, so I was able to relieve Chrissy's cramping quickly.

A little in awe, Chrissy rolled her shoulder and lifted her arm whilst flexing her hand.

"Is there no end to the tricks you have, Sir?" She asked with a slight smile on her lips.

"Careful, Christina," I responded, using her preferred name for the first time since I took her. "You're almost beginning to sound like a decent human being."

"Am I really that terrible, John?"

"You're a very typical rich bitch, Christina. You think everyone whose father isn't on the Fortune 500 list is beneath you. You have money but no class and no respect. If it had been me, instead of Bruce, you married, I would have slapped you silly years ago. Why you've stayed with Bruce when you so obviously have no respect for him is beyond me."

"I wanted to leave him, but dad said he would cut my inheritance off if I did. I guess I've been angry about that ever since and have taken it out on him and, by proxy, his family."

"Bruce adores you. Fuck knows why, but he does. All he wants from you is for you to acknowledge how hard he's tried to be a good husband to you, how hard he's worked to help your father, and that you know how hard losing everything he had dreamed about was. You must've loved him at one stage to have wanted to marry him."