{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"53c6c159-166a-43c6-8fe3-fcc71ab5c4a9","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-02-27T15:43:11.513Z","title":"More Tea On Thursday","slug":"more-tea-on-thursday","shortId":"8z7QBiZ4","authorNote":"This was inspired by a different author and all the characters and likenesses belong to Garin le Tortionnaire.","disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Heavy torture of a female slave in an alternate world where BDSM is a way of life.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"b701bf17-2574-4fcc-8030-85cd57258271","title":null,"summary":"\nMore Tea on Thursday\n\n\nNote: This story is a sequel\nto the story Tea on\nThursday, by Garin\nle Torti","wordCount":2870,"readTime":14,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nMore Tea on Thursday

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\nNote: This story is a sequel\nto the story Tea on\nThursday, by Garin\nle Tortionaire. It is set in the same world, where BDSM is pretty\nmuch universal. The main character in this tale is Gabriel Stone, the\nsame male dominant as in the original story. The mistress of the\nhousehold is Lady Jessica Sharpe. Both of these characters were\ncreated by Garin le Tortionaire. I hope he does not mind me borrowing\nthem.

\n In this alternate reality,\nto quote Garin le Tortionaire: When\nyou invite someone to tea, well, on several days of the week it's\njust tea, but Tuesdays and Thursdays are different from the rest.\nMany years ago someone noticed that the words \"Tuesday Tea\"\nand \"Thursday Tea” abbreviate to \"T.T.\", the same\ninitials as \"Tit Torture.\" From then on, it was considered\npolite, if you invited someone to your house on Tuesday or Thursday,\nto provide them with a pair of breasts to torture. Thursday was\nusually intended to be the harsher day of the two, because the\n\"Thurs\" part of Thursday was, if you switched the letters\naround, \"hurts.\"

\n This story takes place some\ntime after that original tale.

\n
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\nMore Tea on Thursday

\n
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\nIt had been some time since I\nbegan visiting Lady Jessica Sharpe for Tea on Thursday, and I had\ndone nearly everything which a person could do to a pair of breasts\nwithout ultimately destroying them. I had subjected her milk-white\nglobes to constriction, tying them tightly up with coarse rope. I had\nburned them with cigarettes, leaving little black dots all over them.\nI had run steel skewers through them. I had tortured them with\nelectricity. I was not getting bored of subjecting them to tit\ntorture, but I felt that I did need something new. Therefore, when I\nwent along one Thursday and Lady Jessica Sharpe informed me that she\nhad a new maid, with a set of mammaries as large as hers, I was more\nthan happy to do to this maid what I had been doing to the lady of\nthe house.

\n “She is only eighteen,\nbut already full in the bust area.” Lady Jessica said. “She is\naddicted to pain. I must admit to having prepared her for this\nThursday, and what I hope will be some very cruel attentions from\nyou. I have had her pumped full of aphrodisiacs, so that she is\npermanently aroused. But I have also had her visit a very able\nhypnotist. She does not realise it, but she is under a post-hypnotic\nsuggestion which means that she can no longer orgasm through\npleasure. She has not had a single orgasm since becoming my maid. Now\nshe can only cum through pain.”

\n The idea of a woman only\nable to cum through pain was something which I found arousing. I\ndecided to make her cum many times, as I was looking forward to\ntorturing this maid. It seemed that Lady Jessica was turned on, as\nwell, as her voice had gone very husky, and I could smell the scent\nof her arousal on the air. \n

\n “There are other\nmodifications to her.” Lady Jessica said. “But I will explain\nthem to you when you see my little painslut.”

\n “Perhaps we should\nstart.” I said. I think it is time to have some tea – or coffee,\nthis time, if you don’t mind.”

\n Lady Jessica rang a little\nsilver bell. The maid must have been just outside the door to hear\nthe bell; and she came into Lady Jessica’s lounge after only a\ncouple of seconds. The eighteen-year old slut was dressed in a frilly\nFrench maid’s outfit. The top could hardly contain her massive\nbreasts, ones easily the equal of Lady Jessica.

\n “All real.” Lady\nJessica purred. “I don’t hold with things which are fake.”

\n Her breasts were a slightly\nodd shape, clearly constricted at the base. Her nipples were also\nthreatening to tear a hole through the top. They were pointing out at\nleast a couple of inches. I could see some metal around the upper\nsurfaces of her massive breasts, clearly constricting them at the\nbase.

\n “What has she got around\nher tits?” I asked.

\n “Slut, show my esteemed\nguest your breasts.” Lady Jessica said. “That is her name now:\nSlut. She is under orders not to answer to anything else.”

\n Slut pulled down the top of\nher maid’s costume, revealing her breasts in their entirety. I saw\nthat she had shiny metal bands around the base of her breasts,\nturning them into large balls of flesh. There were tiny little metal\nrings also constricting the base of her nipples. It was those metal\nbands keeping her nipples permanently erect.

\n “There are little\ncomputer chips in each of the bands. Don’t ask me too much about\nthe science. But I do know that it means that her nipples will be\nalways erect. The computer chips allow blood in and out of her\nbreasts and nipples, but don’t constrict them so much that any\npermanent damage is done. She can wear those bands forever – and\nshe will, for there is no way in which to remove them, without\nsomehow cutting the bands off. Slut will have erect nipples for the\nrest of her life.”

\n I glanced up from the\ngenerous breasts to Slut’s face. Her face had reddened, and her\nmouth was open, her tongue slightly protruding. It was clear that she\nwas highly aroused. But if what Lady Jessica said was true then Slut\ncould not cum.

\n “The bands have little\nmetal needles on the inside.” Lady Jessica said. “Just to remind\nSlut that she is nothing but a slave. Slut, come over here and lift\nyour skirt.”

\n The maid walked over to\nstand just in front of where I was sitting. She lifted up her skirt,\nrevealing that she did not have any underwear. She was clean-shaven,\nof course, as is the custom in my world. Both of her labia had little\ngold rings through them, one at the top (each side) and one at the\nbottom.

\n I noticed that she had had\nher clitoral hood removed. Her clit was massive, as long as my thumb,\nand was a reddish-purple colour. I had never seen such a large clit\nbefore. It was as aroused as it was going to get. I noticed another\nmetal band around the base of the clit, right at its base, and\npinching the flesh cruelly, so that the clit could not possibly get\nsmaller. Slut was going to have a massively aroused clit for the rest\nof her life.

\n “Needles in that one as\nwell?” I asked. \n

\n “Of course. We don’t\nwant the band slipping off, do we?”

\n “And you say that Slut\ncan’t cum?”

\n “Not from pleasure. Test\nher, if you do not believe me.”

\n I decided to do just that.\nI bent forward, and took the clit in my mouth, sucking on it and\ngiving it a good tongue-lashing. The sounds from Slut’s mouth\nindicated that she was enjoying the attention. But she didn’t come.\n\n

\n “Remarkable.” I said. \n

\n “Isn’t it? Slut, we\nwould like some coffee. Use the metal coffee pot. Also, change out of\nthe maid’s uniform. Just a tight corset, and the cunt spreader, I\nthink.”

\n “Yes, Mistress.” Slut\nsighed.

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\nWhile Slut was getting the\ncoffee Lady Jessica and I moved some of our favourite toys into the\ncentre of the room. First off there was a gynaecological chair, a\nrecent purchase of Lady Jessica. Next came the torture implements: an\nelectrical shock machine; a number of whips and canes; various\nneedles and skewers; sandpaper, of varying coarseness; a pear of\nanguish; a cigarette light and a pack of cigars. \n

\n When Slut returned she was\nnaked but for a severe corset, devilishly restricting the slave’s\nwaist. She was carrying a metal tray on which the coffeepot and cups\nresided. Slut waddled, and I saw the reason for this: she had leather\nbands buckled tightly around her thighs. tight leather strips went\nfrom brass D-rings on those leather bands to the rings through her\ncuntlips, stretching her labia out. If she spread her legs she would\ncompletely and painfully splay her cunt open. Her nether lips would\nbe stretched to the maximum.

\n Slut put the metal tray\ndown on a mahogany occasional table, situated next to Lady Jessica.

\n “Shall I be mother?”\nher ladyship asked. She took my lack of reply as a positive answer,\nand poured the black coffee into two little coffee cups. There was a\nsugar bowl and a jug of milk on the tray, but I declined either. I\nliked my coffee hot and black. \n

\n “Bend down.” Lady\nJessica said to Slut. Slut bent at the waist, her bulbous breasts\nalmost in Lady Jessica’s face. Lady Jessica picked up the metal\ncoffeepot and held it to the side of Slut’s left breast. Slut\nsquealed in pain, and her face reddened. Lady Jessica moved the\ncoffeepot away. There was a red mark on Slut’s breast where the\ncoffeepot had been. It looked painful, but was only the most minor of\nburns. I stared at Slut’s face. Her eyes had almost closed, and her\nbreath was ragged.

\n “Did you cum, Slut?”\nLady Jessica asked.

\n “Yes, mistress.”

\n “Did I give you\npermission to cum?”

\n “No, mistress.”

\n “A mistake for which you\nmust be punished – as soon as we finish the coffee, that is.”

\n
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\nWe were not long in finishing\nour coffees, with the prospect of inflicting tortures on the\nbeautiful young maid. Lady Jessica had the maid get into the\ngynaecological chair. The maid was strapped into position, with tight\nleather straps making sure that the maid could only move her head.\nLady Jessica pulled the straps as tightly as she could. Then she\nmoved a leaver so that Slut’s legs were almost doing a ballet\nsplits. I could see the strain on her thigh muscles. Her labia were\nstretched to the maximum, as I had expected that they would be. Any\nfurther and they might have torn. I could see the pink inside of her\ncunt, totally spread and completely defenceless. \n

\n “Perhaps you should start\non her luscious milk glands.” Lady Jessica whispered in my ear, her\nvoice throaty again. She was clearly still very turned on by the\nprospect of me torturing Slut. She would be getting hers later, once\nI had finished with her maid.

\n “My thoughts exactly.”\nI said. I needed no second invitation. I moved over to look at the\nselection of whips and canes.

\n I selected a short, plastic\ncane which I could swing with ease and accuracy, and which would\ninflict a lot of pain without doing any permanent damage. \n

\n “I’m going to make you\ncum like you’ve never cum before.” I said to Slut. She looked at\nme in fear, but did not say anything.”

\n “Slut is under orders not\nto cum.” Lady Jessica said. “I have told her that, for each\nunauthorised orgasm, she will spend an hour with the electro-shock\nmachine, with the electricity coming in pulses, but set at maximum. I\nhave found that the maximum setting is, so far, too intense for her\nto convert to pleasure. It is the one torture which she really fears.\nShe already is due at least an hour on it, for her orgasm when she\nencountered the warm coffeepot. You, my darling, are of course under\nno restriction concerning her orgasms. Make her cum from pain. I am\ninterested to see just how many she can have in the space of a\nsession. Slut, each time you have an orgasm you are to shout out the\nnumber of the orgasm.”

\n “Yes, mistress.”

\n
\n\n

\nI began caning Slut’s\nbreasts, setting up a rhythm, starting no to painfully, before using\nstronger strokes. Slut had two orgasms before I decided that her\nglobes had been reddened enough. \n

\n There were a lot of items\nto play with. I turned her bulging breasts into pincushions next. At\nleast fifty long needles went into each breast. The most severe\nneedles I saved for her nipples. The metal was a little jagged, and\nthe heads of the needles were silver, like the shafts of the needles.\nI had played with such needles before. Silver was the most conductive\nof all the metals, both in terms of electricity and raw thermal heat.

\n I buried those two long\nneedles in Slut’s breasts until only half an inch of shaft and the\nmetal heads were showing. At least four inches of metal was buried in\nher milk ducts.

\n I put a leather glove on my\nright hand and picked up the cigarette lighter. The metal was going\nto get hot, but nowhere as hot as the needle’s in Sluts tits were\ngoing to get. I flicked the flame on, and held it first to the needle\nin the left breast, and then the one in the right. \n

\n “No, please…” Slut\nsighed, when I had been doing that for a couple of minutes. “No…\nfour!”

\n I continued to move the\nflame from one needle to another, only stopping when the heads of the\nneedles were glowing red. Slut was screaming in agony by then. But\nshe also screamed out five\nand six.

\n “I need to fuck her.” I\nsaid. My erection was massive, and I needed to cum.

\n “Use her throat.” Lady\nJessica said. “Here, let me tilt her for you. I’ll work on her\nbreasts with cigarettes while you do that. Time for some Titty\nAshtray.”

\n Lady Jessica adjusted the\nchair, tilting it back, and adjusting the head rest so Slut’s head\nwas hanging back. I opened the fly of my trousers. Slut opened her\nmouth, and I entered her, roughly fucking her throat. While I did\nthat, Lady Jessica lit up a cigarette and began to burn her initials\ninto the breasts of Slut: L on one breast, and J on the other. Lady\nJessica laughed while she burned the breasts, clearly enjoying\nmarking her slave. She had to keep relighting the cigarette, as these\nwere no gentle bushes with the burning ember, but grinding out the\ncigarette each time. These were marks which Slut would wear for a\nlong time.

\n It did not take me long to\ncum, watching Lady Jessica so lovingly burning slut. I pulled out of\nSlut’s throat so that I could cum on Slut’s face, half a dozen\nstringy white trails over her closed eyes, nose and cheeks. Lady\nJessica was still working on the J. I would let that spunk dry on the\nslave’s face. I liked humiliating slaves. I zipped up my flies, and\nwatched Lady Jessica finish burning the hapless slave.

\n “Seven and eight.” Slut\nadmitted. That must have been while I was raping her throat.”

\n
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\nWhen Lady Jessica finished\nburning the J into Slut’s left breast we took a slight pause. I\nneeded to recover my desires; and we were both a little peckish.

\n “We will work on your\ncunt and clit next.” Lady Jessica informed Slut, before ringing for\nrefreshments. A tray of patisseries and little cakes was brought by a\nslave in her forties. I had seen the slave before, although I\ncouldn’t recall her name. She was entirely nude, and bore a small\nbrand – LJ – on her right buttock, marking her out as a slave of\nLady Jessica. She had been shaved entirely, so that her head was as\nbare as her boobs. Her breasts were massive, and pierced behind the\nareolae. Heavy weights hanging from the rings pulled her breasts down\ntowards her waist. There were fading whip marks covering those ruined\nbreasts. The slave put down the snacks and left without a word.

\n Lady Jessica and I chatted\nas we ate the cakes, totally ignoring Slut. But once we finished them\nwe returned to the slave’s helpless body. It was time to give her a\nfew more involuntary orgasms. We both wanted her to suffer; and she\nwould only have herself to blame.

\n
\n\n

\n“Time to torture your cunt.”\nI said to Slut. She whimpered, but didn’t say anything. I picked up\na riding crop, and swished it through the air, getting a feel for its\nweight. Then I began to whip her widespread legs. I worked my way up\nher left leg, leaving red marks but no blood. Then I worked my way\ndown her right, until both legs had myriad red lines. Suitably\nstriped, I turned my attention to her crotch.

\n I switched to a small,\nflexible whip, with a strand no thicker than a bootlace, but made out\nof black rubber. It meant that I could be more accurate with my\nblows, making sure that the end of the whip entered between her\nwidespread labia to sting the flesh there. Soon her cunt took on a\ndarker pink. I carried on until I was bored with Slut’s moans of\npain. I did not touch her clit yet. By the time I stopped whipping\nSlut’s cunt her orgasm count was up to ten.

\n I put a leather glove on my\nright hand, and picked up one of the metal-tipped needles. I took the\ncigarette lighter, and clicked the flame on. I held the flame to the\nend of the needle until the shaft glowed red. Lady Jessica’s eyes\nsparkled as she watched me. \n

\n I touched just the very tip\nof the red hot needle to Slut’s bulbous clitoris. Slut screamed,\nand then said “Eleven.” As she moaned in superb agony I slowly\nworked the glowing needle into her clitoris, until it was buried in\nher body, the head of the needle touching the end of her purple-red\nclit.

\n “Twelve!” Slut\nscreamed, and fainted. \n

\n
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\nWe left the needles in Slut\nuntil she recovered consciousness. Only when her eyes fluttered did\nwe remove them – as painfully as possible, moving them from side to\nside as we wiggled them out. She groaned sexily.

\n “I think that we should\nlet her go.” Lady Jessica whispered in my ear. She was standing\nbehind me, stroking my erect cock through my trousers. “Not that I\nhave any false sympathy for Slut, but because it is time to switch to\na different victim. Besides, she now has twelve hours on the\nelectro-shock machine. I will have my other slaves inject her with\nstimulants to make sure that she doesn’t faint. But, for now, I\nthink it is time that you tortured my tits and cunt with those heated\nneedles.”

\n I felt Lady Jessica shiver\nas she pressed against me, imagining the terrible pain which I was\ngoing to inflict on her large breasts and shaven cunt.

\n “But, darling, when you\nfinally put a needle down the length of my erect clit I don’t want\nit to be red hot.”

\n “No?”

\n “No, I want it to be\nwhite…”

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\nThe End.

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