Blissful Torment

"Welcome to our humble establishment, we are so glad you could make it," the doctor said. At least he looked like a doctor, white lab coat, black-rimmed glasses, and more moustache than hair. He said it with quite a bit of irony in his voice. This was not a visit. This was a prison.

He gave your naked figure a thorough look. "Yeah, you'll do very nicely. How good of you to pay off your debt this way. The bank would have sent the bounty-hunters otherwise, so you can consider yourself lucky to get here in one piece." He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder to a door saying Red Security Zone, "Some of our other subjects don't get that privilege."

He led the way down a corridor, the two guards pushing you along, and he started rambling: "You know, usually we just assign role by need, but right now we're pretty well stocked, and since you willingly submitted yourself for processing, you are allowed to choose your fate yourself.

They stopped in front of a large glass front with six good-looking women behind it, lazing on cushions. All naked, and all busy playing with each other's bodies. Their faces showed arousal and desperation.

"First, the Denied. Six girls are locked in a room for four weeks. None of them is allowed to have an orgasm, and they are required to keep edging each other at least 16 hours every day. Any that cum, disobey, or make someone cum have their timer reset, and a week added on top. After four weeks, the most desperate one will be sold, and the other five get a new playmate. Well, technically four weeks, but in reality most spend more like ten to twenty weeks in there before they are let go."

He gave you a lecherous grin, "And trust me, after twenty weeks these girls would do absolutely anything for an orgasm. Shame we put them into chastity belts and most buyers have no intention of ever letting them have one."

He led the way to the next room, showing massive machinery on one side, and some bronze sculptures of women in embarrassing poses.

"Second, the Statues. The technical specifics are a bit complicated, but essentially we'll cover your skin with a layer of a bronze -- well it's not really bronze, it's a polymer that looks like it, but the details won't matter to you -- basically turn you into a statue. We make sure to choose a pose where all your holes are easily accessible."

He stuck two fingers into the pussy of a girl lying on her back, legs spread painfully widely. They came out dripping wet. "Since you won't be able to see or feel anything, except for what's shoved into you, the boredom quickly will make your mind receptive of any sensation whatsoever, just to flee the permanent sensory deprivation. The frequent cramps will do the rest to break your mind. Funnily enough most subjects actually start to enjoy their predicament after a couple years of pure torment."

He wiped his hands off on an expensive-looking towel, "Rest assured, you'll be very busy in this line of work, as we sell these mostly to whore-houses who have a large customer base. You won't get to sleep much, despite the constant darkness."

The third room was only visible through a glass wall. It looked a bit like a minimalist surgical suite with a row of high-tech looking helmets lined up on a shelf.

"Third, the Greedy. We attach a helmet to your head, which will insert tendrils into your brain to make you feel things arbitrarily. For six months, every moment of your life will be made uncomfortable. You will always be in light pain, too hot, too cold, irritated, bored, tired or otherwise miserable. Except for the time when you have a cock or pussy in or on your mouth, or taste ejaculate or vaginal secretions. Then the helmet will send orgasmic impulses into your brain. After that time, we can take the helmet off, and you'll crave cock so hard you'll beg us to sell you to a rich guy with an oral fetish," He shrugged. "You would be surprised how many of those there are, and we can still charge astronomical prices."

He cleared his throat. "But if you do not cooperate, for example if you damage the Greedy Helmet, or try to do anything to yourself that we don't want you to, or something else we haven't anticipated, we have ways to make you docile."

He walked you walked down a flight of stairs into the basement. The lights were dim, and the atmosphere was one of claustrophobia and fear. The doctor opened a door and showed you in.

"In this first punishment room, we just have a row of chairs. You will notice the chairs would spread your legs wide open, and don't have a real seat. Your pussy is easily accessible. Your arms and torso are restrained, and they cannot move an inch.

"After an hour on the chair, very few ever act up again. You see, it has a two interesting functions. One is a massive dildo that spreads your pussy painfully wide open while roughly fucking you. We make sure not to damage our property, but it is not a pleasant experience, though after half an hour your will start shaking with orgasms anyway. Funny, how pain turns into pleasure, don't you think?

"The other implement is a sort of leather belt. It slaps the clit. Over and over. You will absolutely hate it, especially when your just had a dozen orgasms and are sore and sensitive. But hey, it's supposed to be punishment, and trust me, it works."

"This punishment is for rare offenders, or accidental mistakes. But sometimes a girl really fucks up," he cleared his throat, he wasn't usually one to swear, "and we need to bring out the big guns. Let me explain to you 'The Cuntinator', our last attraction."

In the next room, there was not much. Just a single leg-spreading chair in the middle of a room, pointed towards a large window. A contraption was visible at the cunt-end.

"So you see, that thing there," He pointed to the machine, "will apply a good squirt of a chemical to a girls' pussy. If you've ever tried it, it's a bit like toothpaste. It burns quite badly, giving you a hot and cold sensation at once, it increases blood flow, and stimulates your nerves to become more sensitive. The difference to toothpaste is that it's about six hundred times more potent. Just the application alone will make your eyes tear up.

"Then we apply a sucking-style vibrator to the poor girl's clit, at full strength. You know, the kind of machine that makes most women cum in a minute. However the girl is not allowed to have an orgasm. So if she gets close, the machine stops, and a leather belt smacks her pussy. It's quite painful. Really, it's very painful."

"After that, the machine starts again from the top. Re-apply paste that was washed away by sweat and tears, start sucker, smack if she gets too close."

"The neat part is that with every round, it hurts more and becomes more sensitive. Officially it's supposed to go for 24 hours, but we usually let them off easy. We found that three to six rounds makes most girls scream their lungs out and beg for mercy, so we let them go if they promise to suck the whole team's cocks as a favour. We give them that option after an hour. That's like two dozen rounds, give or take. The girls are usually not coherent for a couple days after that."

"So, what do you want to do? Denied, Statue or Greedy? Or do you want to be difficult?"

2020-02-15 Blissful Torment, Author's note: I would like to know what you choose as punishment, either via strawpoll (https://www.strawpoll.me/19404252) or in the comments.