Angela's Trial and Tribulations by Mark Andrews Page B

feet by three and has this pole in the middle of the back edge, the longer edge, as you can well see. It reaches to the ceiling and right up there at the top is the little pulley through which is threaded this cord.” He moved over to the pole and put his hand on a sliding mechanism attached vertically to the pole. “Down here, is the slide way and in it is the business end. You see the curved rod that comes out of the slide. Looks nasty doesn’t it?”
    She had to agree it did indeed look nasty. The rod itself was an inch in diameter and fashioned of stainless steel and it came out horizontally for twelve inches and then curved up until it was vertical. In the middle of the horizontal part, six inches out from the slide were two dildoes spaced a few inches apart. These were big and fat and had nasty looking metal nubs all over them. But worse were the three inch long spikes that poked up and in all along the rod, before, between and after the dildoes, right up to the little eyelet at the end of the rod. Both the dildoes and the spikes were also made of high- grade stainless steel and looked as if they were made as an integral part of the rod itself.
    â€œStill not clear as to its purpose, eh, slut?” she shook her head but her eyes betrayed her fear. The dildoes looked menacing enough but the spikes bespoke a great deal of pain. He smiled. “Well, let us demonstrate. First Sun will back you up to the pole and then, as you see, he will pull your legs very wide apart and tie them down to the lugs on either side of the base. Next he moves the slide up between your legs so the dildoes on the rod are an inch or two away from your bottom... Are, I see, understanding has dawned...”
    â€œNo! Please,” she begged. “You’re not going to put them up inside me?”
    â€œBut of course. You are to be punished, not, as I said upstairs, because you failed to please me as a belly-dancer. Imogene has been practising her art for ten years and I am well aware that you couldn’t possibly have been able to perform for us adequately... No, it is because you are going to learn obedience and submission to my will... Pain. Sheer, unremitting, agonising pain is the most effective teacher that has ever been invented. A night on this instrument and you will be a most compliant little slave girl...” “No...” she sobbed. He was pleased. He nodded to his harem master who now stood up and taking one end of the cord, tied it around her wrists. He then raised the outer end of the rod, threaded the other end of the cord through the eyelet on its end and after pulling it so that her hands were raised high above her head, tied it off. Last, and guiding the two dildoes into their proper destinations with his other hand, he eased the slide up until both items were well inside her anus and vagina and then locked it in position. The spikes however were still a good inch or so away from her flesh but she now well knew that the moment she moved her hands down, the cord would jerk the horrible rod with the dildoes and the spikes up, the one plunging the dildoes into her anus and vagina; the other to stab and pierce her crotch and belly.
    But he explained it to her nevertheless. “Now, you see. It is up to you. Keep your hands up high above your head and the spikes will not hurt you. But pull down with your hands and they will draw the rod and its spikes up so they stab your buttocks, crotch and of course, your lower belly. The spikes have been treated with an antiseptic, this will help prevent infection but it will also make the wounds very much more painful.
    â€œSun will leave us now but I will stay and observe how well you cope with your discomfort...”
    Discomfort! She thought. Agony, more like. She experimented, pulling her hands down a little. “Ow,” she cried as the ultra-sharp spikes drove into her flesh and she quickly raised her hands up again.
    But she knew she was going to