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Until that day, when after he has washed and whipped her, he removes the chains, the gag and the mask. Hélène is blinded by light: she closes her eyes. She realises that he ties her wrists back; he fastens something around her waist; he slips stockings on her legs; put some mules on her feet; he picks her up; he puts a rope around her neck and he spreads her thighs.
Little by little, Hélène regains her sight. She screams when something forces her womb.
Finally she can make out her torturer through the tears blurring her eyes.
The man speaks to her.
You are going to stay here until you volontarily agree to be a prostitute and sign a voluntary engagement.
Don't move too much. bouge pas trop, The plank is balancing on the drum. See you later.
He turns one more time the winch handle to tighten the rope and goes out, slaming the door.
Hélène wants to yell but there is just a strangled gurgling that comes out from her toothless mouth, from her sliced tongue mouth. And suddenly "that" moves below and the rope tightens.
Hélène tries to balance but her nylon sheated feet slip inside the high heel sandals. They slide on the plank and it lean over. More. And the metal stake twists, rips, tears apart her womb.
Now the planks is down and Hélène swings at the end of the strangling rope.
Hélène sees her death arriving. but miraculously she succeeds in taking a toehold on the plank, in leanning on it.
And the plank straightens up. A bit.
Hélène is going to lose her balance twice and pulls herself up twice. But now she can't feel her legs. In fact she just feels the cramps stabbing her muscles. The air irrigating her lungs with difficulty burns her garroted throat.
So, when the man comes back, when he frees her, when he gives to her a sheet of paper and a pencil...
... Hélène writes the engagement letter and signs it, terrified by the fear of dying hanged and disemboweled.
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I have decided to sell myself to the Nevada Eros & SM center as a sexual android. I, the undersigned, Hélène Detroy, certify that I am sound in body and mind. I already accept all the necessary transformations and training. I already accept all the sexual practices that my future customers could force me to do. Hélène Detroy |
When the man takes her, when he buggers her, Hélène, in tears, can just submit to the rape.
The artificial tongue and denture implantation.
Later, the man ties to the bondage chair.
He explains to her that he is going to implant an artificial tongue. He bursts out laughing, telling her that she will can suck and lick. But she will not can speak with the new tongue.
As for the denture, it is removable. Some customers don't like teeth on their prick...
And the infamous man let out a guffaw.
Now, Hélène is more pleasant. Nearly... Overnight, she is always locked in the hutch but she is not chained.
During the days she is trained for using her new tongue.
She has to fortify her thighs, her pelvic muscles and stretch her nipples.
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... to be continued ...