Insomnia ain't it great.
I figured rather than waste my time playing a video game or tossing some darts I'd write some more of this, actually liking this story and have a few more bits planned for it, so there will be some more chapters to come. Enjoy the read and feel free to post ideas, or even hate mail here. Its nice to know what people think.
Well time to go count ceiling tiles again yeah me, go me.

You feel yourself getting gradually closer to cumming in spite of the shocks as I continue to fuck you.with the same frustratingly slow strokes. The nausea from the water stretching your ass fades slowly only to be replaced with a new nausea as you drink more and more piss, forcing yourself to swallow, to save your painfully crushed and stretched clit. I finally begin thrusting harder and faster, forcing you to grunt with every thrust. You can feel the piss inside you sloshing from the force. I reach under you again as I near climax. As I do I attack your clit with the prod giving it a long jolt while pulling the clamp free. With my other hand I shove hard on the plug in your ass, as though trying to force it deeper. Your reaction is music to me as you scream so loud your voice cracks, the hose flying from your mouth. Your legs collapse from beneath you, you sag to the floor, shuddering.
I can't help but laugh as you do so, pulling free of you as you fall. I'm still chuckling as I clamp off the catheter and move the bottle out of the way and step in front of you. Grabbing your hair I pull your head back. Your eyes roll still lost in pain. A few hard slaps across your face do little to return you to reality so I cover your mouth and nose for a few moments. With your air cut off you quickly snap back to reality to your pain and try to shake my hand free. I smile and keep it there for another moment or two to make you desperate. You gasp for air as I pull my hand free and look up at me your eyes still unfocused.
"Clean it or we go for round two." I grin rubbing my still wet cock on your face.
"yes Master" You mumble weakly as you reach forward with your head to take my cock into your mouth.
"Sure you don't want to go for round two?" I ask mischievously pulling back out of your reach. You look up at me in what is obviously an attempt at a glare, but in your weakened state is barely noticeable. I laugh as I grab you hair again and shake it around before pulling it back to look into your eyes. "I'll take that as a 'no'." My demenor suddenly changes, "And glare at me again I'll burn your nipples off with a torch." There's no anger in my voice just a cold statement. I put myself in front of your face again and let you begin licking and sucking. You can taste your pussy and my cum as you clean me. "Is that the best you can do, I may as well just weld in a ring gag." I tell you, inciting you to try and do better. I keep taunting you as I begin forcing myself down your throat, each time you to gag, each time I hold it in longer. With your face on the verge of turning from red to blue and tears running from your eyes I pull out completely. "That's enough" I tell you putting my cock back in my pants and zipping up "Your going to need work that's obvious, especially on sucking cock, that was pitiful." I bend down again till my face is right in front of yours. "I'm sure a few nights a week with your face duct taped over a glory hole will help you with that." I tell you smiling evilly.
These words run through your mind as I walk away leaving you half hanging half kneeling in the stocks. The pain in your clit and still water logged ass has nearly faded into a dull ache when I return. It takes me only a moment to unlock and open the stocks letting you sag the rest of the way to the floor.
"Can you stand yet?" I ask.
You shake your head weakly and croak "No Master."
"Well you'd better hope you can soon or your arms are going to be very sore." I chuckle, stepping behind you and bending down. With one hand I reach around you just below your tits and haul you to your feet. You feel me reaching behind you for a moment before calling out in pain as I grab the base of your ass plug lifting and pushing it forward. Thrusting your hips forward your forced to your toes as I half carry half frog walk you to the suspension rig.
"Please...." you mutter as you realize what is set up. Under the suspension bar are two 6 inch blocks of wood. I smile and say nothing as I stop under the bar and let go of you. You slump to the ground again as I grab you arms one at a time and pull them up to the bar, locking them to the eyes in it. Your wondering how long you'll be able to stand on those blocks when you feel the bar begin to raise pulling you up towards a standing position. The bar stops with you standing, much of your weight supported painfully on your arms.
You don't see me walk over to where your clothes still lay and grab your shoes and the tattered remains of your shirt. You jump a little as I step behind up behind you and grab your leg. You feel me trace my hand down to your ankle and pull it upwards. Nervously you try to ask what I'm doing but as you open your mouth you can't help but gasp instead as I press the ice cold cloth to your foot.
"Hold still I want to make sure you don't get dirt inside your heels, after all you'll be wearing them a lot so you wouldn't want them to wear out right away." I tell you quickly wiping off each foot and sliding your shoes back on. With your heels on the pain in your legs and hips increases immeasurably, having stood for only a few seconds on them your legs are already shaking from the effort.
"Please Master I can't stand." You plead as I walk back in front of you.
"It looks like your doing just fine," I tell you smiling as I glance down. "In fact your making quite the mess standing there, leaking all over the floor. I better do something about that before you start attracting flies...or maybe cats." I laugh sniffing the air. You watch me, mouth working noiselessly in search of something to say, as I crouch down and begin using a dildo to quite literally stuff the remains of your shirt into your pussy. You can feel the soft cloth filling you, rubbing your inner walls, stretching you out. "Well looks like your still tight enough I can't fit it all in, we'll fix that in time, but for now its a good thing you've got another hole." I tell you as I begin pulling the cloth back out from your stuffed cunt. You can feel the cum soaked cloth slowly being dragged out past your cunt lips, you can't help but shudder as it touches your sore clit. As the first long strip comes free I stand up in front of you.
"Open" I tell you one hard command as I ball the soaked clothe up and stuff it into your mouth. You can taste my cum and your own again, stronger than when you were cleaning me, strong enough you gag, throwing up some of the piss into your mouth only to be soaked into the cloth. "Don't you dare throw up or you'll lick it up." I tell you grabbing your head, holding your mouth closed. As you stop gagging you can taste the putrid mix in your mouth. I let go and wait for a moment to be sure your not going to gag again before I reach down to draw out another strip. Twice more your mouth is stuffed with cum soaked cloth each time your mouth getting fuller. As I put the third strip in I have to carefully stuff it in around the edges, forcing your mouth so full you begin looking lie a chipmunk. "That's a good look for you, silent." I grin as I finish. Crouching back down I continue to stuff your pussy with the remaining cloth, packing it like some twisted pillow with lumpy material. Unable to make more than quite grunts you watch helplessly as the cloth fills you beyond capacity, stretching and distending your stomach. You can feel the cloth pressing against your over full bladder, the catheter sealing you from even that bit of relief. Before packing the last bit of cloth into you I stop to wipe the gooey fuck juice from your cunt with it. As I do you shudder again, the soft cloth rubbing against your lips and clit in a mix of pain and pleasure. As I finish using the dildo, pestle like, to stuff it inside your lips, I set the dildo aside and pick up the duct tape.
"Now just in case that's not enough to soak up your girl grease, I'm going to seal you up nice and tight." I tell you matter-of-factly tearing off a strip of duct tape and pressing it over your cunt, covering the single strip of hair above your clit to the very base of your ass plug, sealing you shut. You can feel the glue on the tape pulling on your hair and clit with even the slightest movement.
"Now that should keep you from making a new mess, for now at least." I tell you as I stand up, taking a moment to rub the tape with the palm of my hand grinding it against your clit. You thrust your hips back and grunt loudly as I do, a fresh wave of pain emanating from your sore clit as the tape pulls on the skin of your clit.
You watch as I walk back to the table grabbing the items laid there, chuckling as I do. I pull open the package of ear plugs as I do before grabbing your ear and pulling it painfully upward. You can feel me pushing the earplug deep inside shutting out sound. As I do the same with your other ear near silence descends on you, only muffled sound can come through. With your ears plugged you can't understand what I say as I begin wrapping your head with an ace bandage. You feel it tighten around your neck, chin and mouth as i move upwards wrapping again and again, locking the disgusting cloth in your mouth. Some of the cloth has fallen out even so and you groan as I stuff it back in again before covering your lips. Locking the wrap tight, I grab you by the hair for a moment pulling you up to your toes for a moment tying it in an inelegant ponytail on the top of your head. You grunt and whine as I do so your legs quivering from the effort, you arms stiff arms aching as they bend. In a few moments a second wrap covers the rest of your head, holding two cotton balls over your eyes, leaving only your nose uncovered for you to breath. With your head wrapped you can hear even less and see nothing, its as though you've been sealed inside yourself. You can feel me wrapping your head again, in what you aren't sure, all you know is as I do you can feel it painfully squeezing your head and jaw.
Fear starts to grip you as you sink into the silence and blackness. The pain in your arms and legs, in your ass and cunt, is all you can feel. Its become impossible to ignore without sight or sound to distract you. You realize suddenly that there is nothing you can feel but the pain. No light, no pain, no feeling, nothing. You feel as though you have somehow been pulled from the world and locked away in nothingness, in pain.
You try and scream as, without warning, the bar suddenly yanks you into the air, only a quiet get though however, the gag stopping nearly all of it. Swinging by your wrists you try to cry out but again the muffled cries make it only as far as your own plugged ears. After what seems like forever but is barely a few moments you feel a hand grab your first one leg and then the other and pull it outward planting it solidly onto a narrow platform, the blocks you had seen. The blocks are spread wide apart, very wide apart, wider than your shoulders. You can feel your cunt lips pulling against the tape, trying to spread with your legs. The blocks are narrow, barely wide enough for the toes of your heeled shoes. Your legs are quivering with the effort, your arms screaming from the weight on them. Worst of all you are trapped in your head unable to think of anything but the pain wracking your body. With so much pain and effort you desperately suck in air, with only your nose to breath through though you are able to get just barely enough. The sound of your breathing is deafening to you with no other sound.
As time passes your breathing begins to slow and the pain in your arms and legs fades to a dull uniform ache. You begin to wonder how long its been, and where I am. Fear grips you again as you begin wondering how long you will be left hanging, literally. You begin to worry that I will leave you there all night. You notice again as a sharp pain stabs through your abdomen, your full bladder and the cloth packing your pussy.
Out of nowhere a searing pain slashes across your back as the whip strikes. Like a damb breaking, the first strike brings with it a torrent. The whip falling again and again striking everywhere ass, back, thighs, tits, arms, even your vulnerable and sore cunt. Only the duct tape stops the lash from tearing directly against your clit. Each strike brings a new scream from you, muffled only by your gag. As the flurry of strikes continue you begin to twist, in a vain attempt to avoid them. Without warning your foot slips from one of the blocks. You mind goes blank for a moment and your screaming voice cracks as your weight is suddenly suspended on only your arms. The strikes however keep falling as you swing back and forth trying desperately to find the blocks. After a few minutes the strikes stop and once again you feel a hand grabbing your legs and put them back on the blocks. You try to mumble a thank you forgetting the gag.
"Stay still, I won't be putting you back up again." I tell you, shouting through the plugs and wraps. "and I hope your keeping count or we may have to start over again." I tell you delivering a resounding slap to your ass.
Your panting again from pain and effort as I begin working on you again. The strikes come slower this time but more careful, always striking in a new place, always striking when you don't expect it. Each one is like a lance of pain, you still scream with each one, but you try desperately to keep count holding yourself still, terrified of falling from your perch. You can feel the water inside you, less than before, sloshing with every strike, with every jerk of pain. Time fades as the strikes fall. How long your whipped is beyond you as the pain overwhelms even the silence and dark. You begin to notice the difference in strikes, the different whips as each has its own pain, its own flavor. That one is the braided whip, that one is the triple tail, that one the cat-o-nine and so on. The paddles come out striking your ass and tits only, you welcome them as it gives the rest of your body, your legs and arms most of all, a moments respite.
Finally after what seems like forever it stops. You counted over 500 strikes, without the ones he began with. Your whole body is on fire, the sweat running down it stinging each long weal. Your lungs burn from trying so very hard just to breath. There are no more screams, you voice gone in your raw throat. There are no more tears, your eyes stinging from the soaked cotton. You wonder and hope if it will end now.
You can feel my hands on you each touch like a new whip strike, as I trace my work. I begin fondling your well beaten breasts, taking a moment to suck each nipple hard, you try to moan from the pain, to beg me not to but your voice is too far gone even for that. with your nipples hard I place a set of clover clamps on them watching your slight stiffening and near silent whine as somehow I have found a new place to hurt you. The new pain is almost nothing, lost in the sea of ache, you simply accept it.
You feel the plug pulled free from your ass, what water is left runs draining down your leg to the floor below. You can't help but feel empty without it as your ass slowly closes. You hear a whisper in your ear as I suddenly grab your hair jerking your head back.
"Don't pass out yet, its time I gave that ass of yours a test run, just be glad its not a dry run." I tell you as I press my cock into your ass. You grunt again as you feel me sliding into your bowels. You feel me lift you as I do and realize I must be standing on something, as you feet come free of the blocks. You struggle for a minute trying to find them but cannot, suspended on my cock. I begin fucking you like this, lifting you as I fuck in dropping you to hang by your arms as I pull out. You arms, sore before, are in agony now, they feel like they are being yanked from their sockets with each sudden drop. You whine again as I yank hard on the nipple chain, beginning to do so each time I thrust in. For how long I fuck your ass you are unsure, the pain has taken all sense of time from you. All you know is that when I finally speed up, delivering my scalding cum into your ass, the pain has faded. As I finish my hand drops to your cunt grabbing the duct tape there and ripping it free, denying you the pleasure you had been building towards.