Part 20
The prisoner’s tightly harnessed head lolled in shock at what had been done to her; she tried to beg and plead, but no recognizable words could she form, with the steel ring holding her mouth open. Only inarticulate noises issued from her open mouth, as did a strand of saliva that coursed down her chin and on to her whip-marked breast.
“You sound like an animal, Prisoner Twelve,” the Doctor remarked, “and that reminds me…” he searched through his bag, finding a small shiny device mounted on a strap, which he dangled in front of her eyes. A hook of some kind - a double hook? “Another anchorage point, to keep everything in place.” He pushed the two steel prongs up her nose, one in each nostril. She moaned as he pulled up the attached strap, and locked it to the harness on top of her head, fiddling with a small connection as he did so. The nose hook pulled her nostrils up, making her face look a little like that of a pig.
“Ngaah ha, aya ngaah” was about all she could manage to say in protest. The Doctor patted her on the head, and said,
“I’m rather proud of that device actually. It’s now connected to the battery that powers your sensor array. I got the idea from my cousin, who has a dog that wouldn’t stop barking. He got so fed up with it, he went and bought one of those shock-collars, you know, activated by sound. That dog is now a model of obedience. I thought the same principle might be useful in this case, as well. Let’s test it, shall we?”
He picked up the cane, and she moaned in terrified anticipation.
“No, not loud enough, my dear. Let’s try a little louder.”
He swiped the cane across her nipples, stinging her. She cried out, and was immediately blasted with a painful electric shock delivered deep into her nose by the nose-hook. The pain made her cry out again, causing another devastating electric shock. She fought to control herself, moaning softly.
“Very good, Prisoner Twelve, you catch on quickly. It is activated by vibration from your vocal chords, as well as by sound level, so it shouldn’t be triggered by any loud ambient noise, you’ll be glad to hear. Only by your own screams. I suggest you learn the art of suffering in silence.”
She groaned quietly, trying to form coherent words, to beg to be released, but could only produce a string of noises, as before.
“lerrgh nerr gah, hlerr”
“Very well, Prisoner Twelve. It will be my pleasure. Let’s see what the sensors make of this, shall we?”
He stepped in front of the bound, kneeling girl, and, to her horror, loosened his trousers, drawing forth an aging but perfectly serviceable and rapidly hardening penis.
The prisoner thrashed in her chains, shaking her head violently. “Ngaah!” Her nose exploded in pain once more, causing another short cycle of screams and shocks, until she managed to control her cries and break the cycle.
“There, there,” he cooed, “don’t worry, the electrodes are so deep in your nose, there’s no danger of me getting a shock.” He placed his hands around her harnessed head – the steel rings that were mounted on it enabled him easily to hold it steady, as he plunged his cock into her defenceless mouth, buffeting aside her wild tongue and knocking at the fleshy gates of her throat. Her eyes bulged as her inarticulate protests turned to choking gurgles; she was soon fighting for breath, as the man’s cock flexed and twitched in the soft tissues at the back of her throat, and her whole body jerked and danced on its pole as if it too had been electrified. The Doctor withdrew just enough to let her catch a breath, before choking her again with his cock, enjoying the mounting desperation in his victim’s movements as she fought to get air past the blockage. Her nose, distended upwards by the cruel nose-hook, was mashed into his pubic hair, forcing the steel prongs deeper into her nostrils, and her tongue danced about around the Doctor’s member, as if trying to dislodge it from her wind-pipe.
“That’s good, little pig, keep doing that,” he said, pulling back an inch or so with a loud sucking noise as her wind-pipe cleared; she coughed and gurgled, seizing a desperate breath as his cock explored her mouth and tongue, before it rammed back into her throat and cut off her air once more. The Doctor began moving in and out rhythmically, still controlling her harnessed head easily with his hands. Shackled in strappado over the steel bar, her ankles hog-tied to her wrists, and her mouth wedged open by a steel ring gag, there was absolutely nothing the victim could do to prevent her assailant from ravaging her throat for as long as he chose.
Suddenly he grabbed her head tightly and pulled her towards him, crushing her nose once more into his pubes, as his cock flexed and throbbed, and he ejaculated, sighing as he pumped his load of gelatinous semen into the helpless prisoner’s throat. Quickly he drew from his pocket an inflatable rubber gag. Withdrawing his cock from the girl’s slime-filled mouth, he stuffed the rubber form in through the ring gag, and used the attached bulb to inflate it, quickly filling her mouth and preventing her from spitting out his seed. He detached the bulb and short hose, wiped himself clean with a handkerchief and did up his trousers.
“I’m afraid you’ll just have to swallow that lot, piggy,” The prisoner knelt, sucking loud breaths of air in through her nose, pulled up hard by the nose-hook. “I’ve been saving that for you for a long time - your first bucket of swill, but certainly not your last.”
The girl’s tears trickled down her bulging cheeks, her pink shiny scalp showing here and there between the thick straps of the head harness. She attempted one last time to speak, but all she could produce was a soft grunting sound. He took in her trembling form, kneeling in a pile of her own cut hair yet also painfully hanging by the elbows from the metal bar. Her tits and the soles of her feet had been striped with whip marks, and her chains jingled as she squirmed on the pole, trying to find any position that was not agony.
“Good little pig,” he said once more, “Mr Dane will be along to play with you soon, and give you your lunch. Personally, I don’t think he will recognize you. You can show him your new toys! See you later, little pig!”