But the BDSM went far beyond … the Multiplier deconstructed the very molecular building blocks of the universe and accelerated them beyond the speed of light. Streams of electrons, protons, quarks and other particles of the same molecules circled the giant 2-mile magnatronic tunnel which surrounded the facility in an endless circle. Soon the facility was researching more than these elementary particles, since at the speed of light these particles began to interact with time itself.
And on November 11, 2021, the 48 men and 26 women who staffed the B.D.S.M. facility had created racing quantum streams – ribbons of time! For weeks the facility logged and studied the phenomenon as each ribbon seemed to showcase a view into a different timeline – some the recent present and some far past, some unrecognizable as our own human history. They marveled at these fleeting windows into dimensional time and were befuddled as to why none of the streams showed the future?
The accident happened just a month and half later. On January 1, 2022, these carefully controlled ribbons of pure time crossed, violently intertwining. The resulting explosion charred 4 square miles of earth, vaporizing several hundred local citizens and leaving homes and businesses heaps of smoldering debris – outside the perimeter magnatronic track. But inside the track, where the facility had once stood, searchers and rescuers found only undisturbed forest and lush pastures. Birds and other wildlife roamed the space as if it been undisturbed by humans for 100 years. The facility had disappeared leaving no sign of the huge structure nor its inhabitants.
As the Major flogged Sra Látigo spoke to the girl…
“Rule Number One is, you obey all orders! Is that clear?”
“So what do you do if your Master says lick my asshole?”
“That’s right. You lick it, slave!”
“And if he says drink my piss?”
That’s right. You drink it.”
“And who does your cunt belong to?”
“Your Master, that’s right. Or your Mistress of course!”
“And if your Master brings a dozen friends to fuck you, what do you do?”
“Yes, you go down on all fours, you open your mouth and you lift your butt, bitch!”
“And if they want to whip your tits like this?” she asked, curling her whip around the girl’s body and catching her on her large breasts.
She stood there flogging for a few minutes, taking it in turns with the Major to flog the girl’s large breasts.
The Major enjoyed it and he enjoyed it even more when he was invited to fuck the girl afterwards. He fucked her in the cunt from behind and went home a happy man.
The list was endless and Ángela had very little to tell him. Her partner was only her second partner. No, she had never had sex with women, not before coming to Lennox House. Did she like it? She looked nervously at Major Ramírez and said yes.
As he went through the questions the Officer increased the strength of the electric shocks on Ángela’s vulva. Towards the end he asked her if she had had sex with terrorist insurgents and she said no.
He asked the same question several times and increased the shocks each time.
“NOOOOO! PLEEEASE!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Then he changed her position. He placed her on her back with her bottom on the round top of the device. She felt like an animal, like a crab. She knew that her vulva was high and defenseless.
The Officer unplugged the device and took the cable in both hands. He rubbed it backward and forward over her clitoris until the clitoris was wet and erect. Then he folded the cable so that it was double.
“Don’t close your legs, rebel bitch!” he ordered.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
For a few blows Ángela obeyed and managed to keep her legs open, but then she closed them.
“I’m sorry,” Major Ramírez said. “She’s not fully trained yet.”
“I understand,” he said.
“Fuck her if you like!”
“Thanks, I was going to.”
Margarita was from the same village. She was a big strong mulata. In the village they said her great grandfather was a Scotsman who built the railway and went back to Scotland when the job finished.
Her breasts were big and firm and all the boys in the village wanted to get their hands on them. A lot of them succeeded, but not Juan. She never let him. She teased him, pulling up her top to give him a flash of underboob and smiling at him in a way that made him feel stupid and inferior.
So when he was sent into the jungle Juan made a list of all the women he wanted to see naked and Margarita was top of the list.
He gave her the full treatment, with electrodes connected to both nipples, several more on her cunt lips and one on her clitoris.
“We’ve been following your cell phone, Margarita,” García said. “You’ve been in touch with a lot of men from the village. We know the guerrillas come here for supplies. Who are they? Give us names!”
“I don’t know any guerrillas. I only know people in the village!”
“That’s not a crime! I don’t fuck women!”
After getting her holes lubed up with spit, piss, and cum, she was reamed over and over again while she screamed and howled obscenities behind her massive cock gag. But that wasn’t enough. She’d been forced to lick ass and suck cock through a ring gag after getting whipped and caned, but that still wasn’t enough to break her. Finally fed up with her defiance, the captain of the guards ordered Maria strung up and spread until her tight, anal sphincter was wide open and helpless for what was about to come next.
“Let me introduce you to… THE DESTROYER!” the captain said, brandishing the spiked ass reamer straight in front of Maria’s horrified eyes. “This is going to go straight into that ass of yours! After I’m done fucking open that back door of yours, you’ll be able to take in the biggest donkey dick that exists! You’ll never be able to hold in your shit again! Say goodbye to your ass, slut, because I’m going to destroy it now!”
He brought the flogger down on her breasts until they were red and marked. Then he turned to Julie.
“Leave her now. Go press your tits against the wall till your nipples hurt!”
Julie obeyed, taking her breasts in both hands. She moved her chest from side to side, pushing her breasts against the rough bricks, rolling them around, turning them red. Bill liked punishing her tits. In winter he made her go outside naked and rub them with snow and ice.
“Turn round!” Bill shouted. “Put your hands behind your head! Stick your tits out for punishment!”
She arched her back and lifted her tits for him…
He made her tits even redder and then he fucked the other girl in the ass. He wanted something to look at as he fucked, so he told Julie to get the girl’s tongue inside her cunt lips.
“Put your hands behind your back and let her lick you!”
Julie obeyed. He was the Master.
As he fucked he used his flogger on Julie’s tits again, forehand and backhand…
This is life for me, he thought. He soon went into hyper-jerks and finally gave a big grunt and shot his spunk deep into the girl’s ass.
So they joined the Hair Club. They looked through the catalogue and rented some gear too: ropes, weights and electrical equipment. They used it all. Susan stood behind him with a riding crop and he held his cock and the controls.
“Move, bitch!” he shouted. “Shake those tits around!”
The girl tried, but it was difficult. Susan pulled her arm back and caught the girl a stinging blow across the back…
The girl arched her back and pulled her breasts up. It was painful because of the weights on them. The breasts moved around a little, but William was disappointed. He liked a big bounce followed by a slow settling back into place. He wanted her to bounce like the girl cyclists with low-cut tops who wobble when they go over bumps in the road.
Susan shouted to him:
“The bitch ain’t moving them tits at all! You gotta do something about that!”
William nodded and selected the switch connected to the girl’s nipples…
That was better!
“Give me the crop,” he said. “I wanna mark those tits!” She handed it to him and he stood to one side…
The guard sat on the bed. It was the first part of the obedience test. “The Major will be here soon,” she said. “While you’re waiting you can finger yourself. Put your hand in your pants and play with your clitoris.”
The guard watched as Ángela slid her hand into her panties and used the hard ball of her hand, just below the thumb, to move her cunt lips around and press on her clitoris.
The Major came in and watched. She sent the guard away and lowered her zipper.
“Put your fingers in my cunt!”
“Tell me you like women!”
“No! I’m not a lesbian!”
The Major smiled and let Ángela masturbate her to a soft, slow orgasm…
“GASP! OOOOOOH! Drink my cunt juice!” she ordered. A look of disgust came over Ángela’s face, but she pulled down the Major’s pants and licked her.
The Major picked up a bamboo cane.
“Turn round, bitch! Uncover your buttocks! Put your hands behind your back!”
“NOOOOO!!! Don’t cane me, please! I did what you said!”
“Next time I ask you if you like women, you say YES!”
THWAAAACK! THWAAACK! THWAAAAACK!
“DON’T HIT ME, PLEEEEASE!
Magdalena had been a very naughty girl. She refused to spread her legs for the prison wardens and serve or service them with all of her lovely holes, so she was doomed to spend a night with “The Ass Blaster!” Covered in rough brambles and the fiercest, meanest spikes, Magdalena screamed blue and bloody murder when it was inserted roughly into her tight, virgin anus! The poor girl shrieked and screamed, her ass twitching violently as she sobbed and begged for mercy! But there would be no mercy for poor Magdalena!
“Please take it out of me! You’re killing me!! Please please please! I can’t stand it! Please take it out!” she begged!
The prison wardens and guards did not care for poor, pretty Magdalena’s pleading. In fact, they were turned on by it! “We’re going to hook up these electrodes to the Ass Blaster, you stupid, fucking bitch! They’re going to shock you and make it vibrate inside you, ripping you apart! I hope you had a good shit this morning, you stupid slut, because it’s going to burn and hurt for weeks!”