NastyMaster was very cross indeed, after Naughty Tinkerbell sat on the box of bits and bobs for his jobs and broke the lot. She was marched down to the Masters gloomy workshop where she was to endure an extensive procedure of vaginal correction. It was the excuse that the Nasty Master had been waiting for, as he had been eagerly anticipating any opportunity to put his new invention to good use. He had secretly manufactured a special and very nasty Spikey Pantyliner, of which he proceeded to test most thoroughly on the delicate and sensitive genitals of our poor and misfortunate girlie in question. Oh my, what an epic and colossal collection of correction her poor body was to be subjected to. She moaned helplessly as the NastyMaster carried out the punishments most thoroughly and with almost military precision !
Trips to the county fair are always resourceful. The animals are wonderful and there is that undertone of care and love they receive. The tools of husbandry are especially interesting and one device has always fired my imagination: the grooming table.
It's a mystery where OT finds the women he uses on his stage. He found Lux wandering the street and he just had to have her. He puts her in the back of his car and drags her back to his studio. Her struggles are futile in the black leather hood and handcuffs. Once she's on his stage he locks her tightly into a wooden contraption. The dirt still sticks to her legs.
Sometimes OT builds up to tormenting his subjects, but with Lux he doesn't spare a second. She's screaming immediately, but the position could easily be made less comfortable. That's just what OT had in mind. Holding her own body weight up requires a tremendous amount of energy and it slowly wears Lux down.
The sweat drips down her face as he torments her with every tool at his disposal. Most subjects would crack under these circumstances, but Lux is learning to enjoy it. OT hooks her sweet little asshole and beats her harder while she's straddling the vibrator. If you asked her if she wanted to leave she'd say no!
"The horror and the grace", she knows that line all too well. Poetically, it describes her predicament perfectly. Her inability to remember the lines, under the stressors that Creep delights in applying, will result in much suffering.
I am beside myself with this whore. She cringes at my attentions yet her body pulses, reaching out for more. This is the ultimate state and the final betrayal. Her mind and sense of self have hopelessly failed.