[DeepInnerFreak]

The Lake House

Chapter Eight

As the blanket revealed the items, Bethany’s eyes widened. Her heart rate accelerated and she shifted awkwardly. Her need to escape increased. She could recognise the arm of a fucking machine, metal poles on stands, winches, piles of rope, mats, wooden buckets, candles, a blow torch, stocks and a wooden pony. “Shit”, she thought to herself. “Shit, shit, shit”. It’s a fucking torture collection.

She watched on as Chloë cleared some of the smaller items, leaving the modest wooden pony proud and centre of the room. It was a simple version of the device. A square of wood with its corners pointed down, left, right and most concerningly, up. It was raised about tummy height on two metal poles at either end and one in the middle held together on a metal base.

Bethany had never been on one, nor subjected anyone to the wickedness its design accomplishes. However, she was certainly familiar with the device from porn clips she had watched. Looking at it, Bethany couldn’t help but press her legs together as a shooting pain twinged from her pussy up to her gut.

Chloë had begun threading string through some clothes pegs, creating several daisy chains of wooden clamps. She occasionally looked over, smiling as if she were enjoying the torment she must have known it was creating within her prisoner. Bethany certainly tried to not give anything away, keeping her poker face even though all her focus was on maintaining her breathing, which quickened the longer she anticipated her future.

“I know the whore is desperate to understand why I am treating it so well”. Chloë smiled, acknowledging her joke which was not appreciated by its audience. “The bitch may speak”.

“I just… who are… just why?” Bethany muddled all her list of questions at the first opportunity of being able to speak.

“I’ll tell the bitch why once it’s sitting on my friend here”. Chloë gestured towards the pony as she attached the stick to Bethany’s collar and unclipped her from the wall.

Bethany wanted to scream. She wanted to yell at this pathetic little girl, hit her, tie her up and torture her. She knew she couldn’t do any of those things, not while her hands were tied as they were. Not while she had this collar on. Bethany stood on a large upturned wooden bottle crate that had been placed next to the pony.

“Lean against it, and bend over, bitch.”

Bethany complied, feeling a tug on her tail.

“Let it out then whore, I’m not doing all the work”.

Bethany pushed softly. Her hole gaped open, allowing the toy to force out of her exposed butt before it closed up again”.

“There’s a crate on the other side bitch, step over facing the door”.

Bethany’s face contorted with rage, her hands clenched into fists by her head as she stepped over the pony. She could feel her outer labia brushing against the wood as she threw a hostile glare at Chloë.

“Such a moody little bitch. Let's give the whore something to be angry about. Sit”.

Bethany stood firm, she couldn’t anticipate the feeling of the wood but she had a fair idea.

“I said sit, filthy whore”.

Bethany stayed standing, her skin reddening. It wasn’t long after this she had wished she’d taken the more gentile route to her torture. As the pulses of electricity shot down her neck and body, her feet gave way. She mustered enough strength not to come down too forcefully, but down she went as Chloë stopped her from falling off altogether.

“Stop test… stop… stop testing me bitch”, Chloë broke off and repeated her words trying to find an empty pause between Bethany’s screams.

Bethany’s breathing was more rapid than ever and deep as she grunted in pain at the knife edge of the wood splitting her pussy lips and but cheeks. It felt like someone was pushing a blunt blade through her, never quite managing to break the surface. She felt her legs being pulled before realising Chloë was underneath tying them together, effectively restraining her to the contraption as she found her balance, for any fall would be excruciating.

“So, here’s the thing whore”, Chloë said as she started clamping clothes pegs on Bethany’s spread plump pussy lips. “When I was offered the tenancy, I did a little research”.

Bethany’s face reddened, her eyes glanced sideways. “Shit, what does she know?”.

“And I noticed tenants don’t seem to last too long”. She continued, completing eight pegs to the sore thick lips.

“Shit”, thinks Bethany, “she can’t know everything, surely?” The pain was now wearing off from her initial mount as she shifted her weight onto her softer perineum away from the harshness of her pussy bone and clit.

“Look at these big fucking udders”, Chloë interrupts her flow to deride Bethany’s breasts as she adds clamps to her nipples as breasts. “Anyway, it made me wonder why people didn’t seem to hang around long”.

The throbbing from the clothespins wasn’t too intense. Bethany had been covered before and actually enjoyed the sensation.

“I saw the names were all girls, and, well it all just seemed a little strange”. Chloë finished with her breasts, twenty on each plus two on each nipple. “You know, a few weeks here, a month or two there”.

Bethany wondered where she was going and how much Chloë had found out.

“So I decided to keep my eye out from the start”. Chloë began clamping her captives tummy.

Bethany realised the conversation wasn’t going where she thought it might. She felt relieved and began focusing on the pain between her legs.

“The WiFi going down was strange and that it was my phone that needed to be used, out of my sight”. More pegs being attached to Bethany’s torso. “And then the whole truth or dare thing on the way up”.

Clamps being added to her sides now, although now it all just felt like one big throb it was difficult for Betheny to ascertain exactly how many were going where.

“Then by the lake, I thought it weird that there was a phone conversation when there is no signal for miles”.

More clamps being added. Bethany can feel Chloë adding them in between her toes.

Chloë stood back up looking at Bethany in the eyes. “So I came to the conclusion there were photos taken”.

Bethany glanced away briefly as if caught in a lie. Of course Chloë was right. “How can she have guessed?”

“Tongue out, perverted whore”. Chloë said, raising her hand hovering her thumb over the remote for the collar.

These ones hurt the most as Bethany felt three clamped on before more were added to her ears, lips and columella.

“So I came to the conclusion that the whore was a nasty little bitch, who had done nasty things to its previous flatmates”.

Behtany shook her head slightly. “I was only giving them what they wanted, they were always wet drippy messes. They all loved it really”, she told herself.

“So I thought why not give the perverted whore a turn”. Chloë raised a clothes peg in front of Bethany’s eyes, opening it up. “Last one”.

Bethany watched it being lowered and felt the open peg being pushed into her throbbing pussy. She began to shake her head more vigorously, eyes wide open. “Ghlees ho”, she pleaded through the clothes pegs on her tongue and mouth.

“Did I give the whore permission to speak? Do I need to remind the feral little bitch of what happens when it breaks a rule?”.

Bethany shakes her head as ferociously as she could. She couldn’t take another shock.

“Thought not” Chloë confirmed as she let go of the peg right onto Bethany’s clit.

“Arrrrggghhhhhaaaa” She cried loudly into the air, her tongue drooling all over her mud covered naked body and the pony as the clamp squeezed her pulsating clit tightly.

“Such a noisy bitch”, Chloë said mocking her captive. She placed the tablet she had used earlier in the evening against the wall in dark mode. The time filled the entire screen. Bethany could see it clearly once she had opened her eyes. She stared at the green digits.

Zero–Two–One–Four.

Bethany shifted her weight again, more onto her big fleshy butt giving her perineum a break. The wood dug in, spreading her cheeks.

“Look at you”, said Chloë, gathering up the string sprawled across the basement floor connected to the pegs clamped to Bethany. “Fucking disgusting. Covered in mud, drool and piss and your filthy cunt is making a mess all over my Spanish Donkey. I had a feeling you were a perverted fucker, but to get turned on by this. There’s something wrong with you”.

Bethany wanted to hit her so badly, but she was in no position to move. Her legs tied underneath and her arms bound meant she would have to wreck her revenge another day. Right now she needed to get through however long it was she was going to be kept in this god awful position. It was uncomfortable, but bearable as the wood sank into her soft flesh. It was the clothes pegs that were now causing most distress, especially as Chloë had decided to start menacingly tugging on the strings, forcing Bethany’s body forward onto her painfully clamped clit.

She watched Chloë make her way up the ladders before sitting down in the doorway, her legs hanging over the edge.

“What the fuck is she doing?” Bethany thought as she tried to shift her weight again back onto her perineum, but the pull on the strings wasn’t allowing her to move. She followed the strings along, up to Chloë who was tying each one taught to the handle of the basement door.

“I’m going to sleep now bitch, it’s been a long day”.

The basement ceiling lamps went out. Bethany’s only light source was from the kitchen where Chloë reappeared like a haunting silhouette before climbing back down into the basement and walking behind her. Bethany couldn’t turn to move or risk the pull on the pegs.

After some fumbling around in the dark Chloë appeared in Bethany eyesight, scraping her feet. “Can’t be leaving this behind”. She swings the shock collar remote, taunting her before climbing back up the ladder.

“Good luck getting to sleep whore, enjoy your little bedtime treat”.

“Bedtime treat? What the fuck is she talking abo…”

As Chloë closed the door swiftly, the strings attached to each peg pulled fiercely, ripping off Bethany’s skin without mercy. She let out the most ferocious deafening scream. Her entire body was on fire, her body pulled forward almost throwing her off balance. She somehow managed to squeeze her thighs into the painful edges of the pony to stay upright. For the first time that evening, absent of witness, Bethany sobbed and cried and didn’t stop as the pain ran across her body and didn’t yield.

Bethany calmed after the initial shock and shifted her weight, alternating from her pubic bone, to her perineum to her butt. She shifted more to her right, more to her left. Each position giving momentary relief before a new harsher pain kicked in. Everything was now starting to feel numb, no matter what position she transferred her body weight to. Her whole body ached and throbbed and she started groaning in discomfort and pain. She looked at the clock Chloë had left behind. No doubt to add more torture to the ordeal”, she told herself.

Zero–Two–Three–Nine

“Shit”, has it only been twenty five minutes since I last checked?” Bethany attempted to take her mind off the pain by leaning forward and grinding her clit on the wood, but she soon realised the wood was not her friend, digging in further to her tenderness before rotating her hips forward onto her butt. Bethany continued the cycle, trying to find the best way to position herself, only to find with each change she was having to shift sooner. At times she was losing her balance, tipping over only to be painfully saved and kept upright by her thighs digging into the side of the pony. It was starting to take a lot of effort to keep things bearable.

The wood was spreading her lips apart more and more, driving deeper into her pussy. The same with her but cheeks as she felt the sharp edge splaying her. She grunted hard, begging the clock forward, but the more she looked at the clock the less it moved.

Zero–Two–Five–Eight

Every second felt like a minute, every minute an hour. Whilst her sobbing had stopped she still had tears running down her cheeks joining the beads of sweat from her strained body, fighting against the contraption. She knew she couldn’t last all night like this. She contemplated how bad the fall would be. “Disastrous”, she concluded as she shifted her weight for the third time this minute. The concrete floor was the main issue. Although her hands were already in ready made fists, she couldn’t figure out how to protect her head. She shifted again.

Zero–Three–Zero–Six

Bethany had no idea of her location on the pony. She had shifted so much the past hour she didn’t know if she was in the middle, the front or near the back. She knew the pony had nothing close to it, so if she did fall, she could do so without hitting anything. She toyed with two options. Falling backwards, keeping her head close to her chest or falling forwards using her arms to somehow help break the fall. She decided backwards. The front of her was still throbbing–”possibly torn skin”, she thought. She used the weight of her body to edge backwards. Every movement caused a scream of agony, the wood tormenting her soft skin, pubic bone, clit and hips. She knew if she didn’t she wouldn’t make it through the night.

Zero–Three–One–Nine

It took a while, but she was there. She could feel the edge of the wood digging into her butt. She shifted again and again. Then it happened. Her body pushed back and she was falling. Before she knew it, she hit the floor.