Snow Is A Ride, Candy Is Fried

Snow Gets a Ride, Candy Is Fried

(Preface - This episode provides the intricacies of several devices and characters used in the upcoming episode about the actual event. While there are some examples of the utilization of these devices and the characters in this episode, this is primarily written for those who are interested in how these devices work and their functionality. Thank you for taking the time to read this and anything else I write!)

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Once they reached the Mansion, Helga met them out front with the butler. She didn't look happy as they all piled out of the Mercedes. The butler looked particularly pissed and he whispered something into Helga's ear, then shook his head.

"Where have you been? Mr. Reinz said you left over an hour ago from his high rise?" Helga nagged as they got out. "What happened and what happened to the back of the Mercedes? I saw the pictures. You know that doesn't belong to either of you, right? Where is the slut?

Helga was a heavier set German woman who had seen and done just about everything. She was a professional dominatrix in Germany when she was younger. She knew a lot about pain and dominance to both men and women. She was particularly accurate with pain and body weight and mass. She could pinpoint the amount of voltage a 100 lb woman could withstand connected to any part of her body. She never missed. That's why Mr. Reinz had hired her.

"I need her upstairs now. There is so much preparation for her and we don't have a moment to spare. Also, Mr. Reinz wanted to know who made the mess on the car? Was it the slut, the slave, or the other guy you've brought here?" Helga questioned.

"Yeah, well, it was an accident, Ms. Helga, I mean, she didn't mean to make the mess, really. I think..." Trey was explaining rather slowly when Helga cut him off.

"I don't care about your excuses. Mr. Reinz said to punish whoever did it and that is my job. That is what he pays me for. So who was it?" Helga demanded.

Everyone turned and looked at Candy as she looked away. She knew she was in trouble. Big trouble. The kind of trouble she would regret for weeks to come. The kind of trouble that left marks and girls with marks don't get used in videos with big stars like Trey and Rodney.

Of course Trey had set her up for this. He had his eye on a newer, less experienced slave and he needed some time to check her out and Candy needed a babysitter while he did so. Also, a little attitude adjustment wouldn't hurt the divisive little bitch.

"Both of you, come with me. Let's get you ready for tonight. We have so much work to do and so little time," Helga ordered.

They both followed her into the Mansion through the front door and over to the elevator that led to the upper floors. They got off on the third floor and followed Helga down the hallway to a room with multiple instruments and chairs and tables and leather whips and all kinds of strange devices.

"We only have an hour to get you ready before the guests start arriving. Slave, you'll be severely punished by the most eccentric of our guests because you made a mess on the car.

Slut, you will be on display the entire night. I won't spoil it for you, but I hope you like pain on your nipples, because they will be the center of attention. You will be hoisted up and mounted on a large rotisserie beam that you will be tied to. It's much like a ladder, except your body will be weaved through the ladder rungs so that your titties will be brazenly exposed and jutting out for all to see and enjoy. When I say 'enjoy', I mean you will not enjoy. You will most likely pass out from the amount of pain you are given throughout the night.

Each guest will unknowingly give you pain before they walk in. Once they are in, they will see the pain they have given you and decide how much more pain they are willing to give. They pay for your pain, although you will receive no money, only pain. Of course, Mr. Reinz isn't a total brute. For every pain, there is at least a partial pleasure that is directly associated with it. The pleasure could be something as simple as a drink of water at a particularly needful time during the night. Or the pleasure could be withholding one lash. Instead of receiving forty lashes, you only receive thirty nine. See how it works? For tonight's event, your nipples will be your main attraction. Of course, there are several other models who are competing against you for the big prize, but they are already in place and rehearsing their parts that they intend to play tonight. I would suggest you do the same as soon as you can. I will take you to where you will be on display. Now, Slave? Are you paying attention? James will take you to your destination and once I am finished with the slut, I will meet you there," Helga said.

James took Candy to her demise. Candy was not looking forward to this, even though her curiosity begged to be used hard.

Helga braided her hair tightly into two pigtails that hung down on either side of Snow's head. Then she applied some type of cream to her nipples before taking Snow to the last open viewing window for her showcase.

The viewing window was a large display case, 16'h x 10'l. There were two masked men decked out in leather pants and harnesses waiting there. They were big, burly, biker looking men with strong arms and muscles. These men were great for manhandling tiny sluts who needed to be used and abused, just like Snow. They hated women and often took advantage of their positions. They owners knew this which was why cameras were everywhere and often live streaming at all hours of the day to select audiences.

Snow's pussy spoke for the first time since leaving the high rise, "These guys are wimps. They love hearing someone call them wimps. You should make fun of them. Go on. Tell them how pathetic they are."

Snow wasn't so sure that was a good idea. The two men looked very serious and angry with their arms folded standing and a large bump in their trousers. They licked their lips, as she was ushered in, as if they were hungry for blood.

"This slut, what was your name? Never mind, it doesn't matter. This slut needs to be mounted on the rotisserie, naked and with these attached," Helga said, handing them a brand new pair of Vise-Grips, fresh from the hardware store. "I'll leave you two to do your job. Guests will be arriving in less than an hour. And no markings on her! No obvious cuts or bruises! She probably needs a little pain, but try not to make it obvious. I've applied some cream to her nipples that will make them extra sensitive. Do not waste it," Helga said as if she were talking to two dogs who were just given one steak to share.

"Are you two gay?" Snow asked. Helga snickered before leaving the showcase.

The two men looked at each other, smiled, and licked their lips simultaneously. One of them grabbed Snow by her throat and picked her up and slammed her against the wall. She instantly regretted her question.

He shoved three fingers into her dry pussy and quickly finger fucked her about thirty times while the other man applied the Vise-Grips to her nipples.

Instantly the pain and pleasure made her squirt uncontrollably as she screamed and began flailing about.

"Hold still bitch and take it. You know you want it. All you bitches want this. We should make you beg for it," the first guy said.

"Hey, so Ms. Helga didn't say nothing about breaking fingers did she?" the other guy asked.

"No, she certainly did not. Maybe that would motivate her," the first guy reasoned.

"Wait, what do you want me to do? Just tell me, at least give me a chance," Snow pleaded.

"We want you to scream," the second guy said. "We want you to be so fucking scared that you'll do anything, and I do mean anything."

"I will. What do you want? I'll do anything. I'm literally your rag doll to do anything with. You want to fuck my ass? You want me to suck you off? You want me to suck you both off? Tell me, just say it. Please?"

"Ok. Here's what you will do. All you need to do is suck us off," the first guy said menacingly.

"Sure! I'm your girl, Daddy! Here, I'm on my knees. Use my mouth. Go on," Snow submitted.

"Ok, but first we gotta make sure you're tied up. And you gotta go fast because we ain't got much time," the second guy said, reassuringly.

They rolled out the rotisserie and mounted Snow onto the giant mechanism. It was just like Helga had described. Her naked body was contorted and manipulated through the rungs so that when she was mounted andon display in a most provocative pose. She was on her back with her titties facing up and her head was hanging down and fully accessible. Her legs were spread and a fuck machine was mounted between them and a giant double dildo was aimed at their targets.

The ladder rung underneath her back was agitating her backbone, but it forced her tits to jut out and upward. Her arms were contained together and her elbows touching behind her back in a sleeve that was fixed to the rung underneath her pelvis. The straps for the sleeve ran down between her legs on either side of her pussy next to her thighs and were tied tightly to the rung. Her body was extremely taut and oil was applied once everything was in place and checked.

Her feet were locked into special stirrups that were mounted directly above her ass so that they made a backwards Vee. Each of her toes had tiny straps that spread her toes out, and four tiny mechanisms were mounted to each of the stirrups. The mechanisms contained four arms that had tiny needles attached. When the signal was applied, the needles were engaged instantly to prick the skin between her toes and return to their resting position. This was a minor detail, but the online foot fetish community would generate around $5000 to $8000 per episode, so the investment of microbots was well worth it.

The Vise-Grips were attached to her nipples, but they hung down on each side of her, pulling her nipples extremely hard. These were extra long, not like the smaller ones that Candy used on her in the elevator. These were the needle nose type made for clamping odd things that required long jaws. They made Snow scream and howl. This excited the two men and they quickly whipped out their cocks and began to have a sword fight. To anyone watching the live stream, this was laughable, but Snow was mesmerized by their interaction. One guy had a shorter, thicker cock. He seemed to handle his sword playing tactics better than the guy with the long skinny cock. They were both beautiful and Snow couldn't wait to get her lips around them, although her concentration was currently being interrupted by the pain to her nipples. She wet her lips and tried to focus on the dancing sword play that was taking place before her. The two men were obviously enthralled with each other and barely noticed Snow in the room. She cleared her throat loudly, hoping to get some attention.

"Oh, you need some dick? Ok. We might as well fire up the rotisserie and get you warmed up," short fat cock said.

The two men laughed briefly before moving additional devices in and setting up the rest of Snow's contraption for her showcase.

When they were finished, the first guy stepped up and shoved his flaccid cock into Snow's opened and waiting mouth.

"Let the games begin," he said as he motioned for the other guy to start up the device.

Snow was thrilled to finally have some action because her arms were beginning to fall asleep. The thick cock in her mouth tasted good, like cinnamon. She began sucking the mushroom head and tonguing it playfully as she heard the whirring of motors begin.

Instantly her body and head were rotating as she held the cock in her mouth as best as she could. She was mounted horizontally and it hadn't occurred to her that her demise was worse than she could have imagined.

As her body was turned, the giant Vise-Grip dropped to her side and bounced with a thud as her nipple was stretched and pulled at each motion of the turn. Then the other grip would begin moving and sliding and finally drop as the first grip was on its vertical climb.

If this wasn't bad enough, the device contained an electro-shock mechanism so that when each Vise-Grip was lined vertically beneath her, it touched a piece of metal and instantly generated a jolt of shock to the clamp and, by virtue, her nipple. It didn't just zap her nipple for a split second. The men had rigged it so that it would drag across the metal for anywhere from three to five seconds depending on the overall speed of the rotisserie. The zap lasted as long as the clamp touched the metal and Snow's scream lasted at least the same amount of time.

Sometimes, depending on the speed, the second clamp would swing down and briefly touch the other clamp and send a jolt through both of her titties. The pain of the jolt was equal or greater to the pain of the clamp that was twisting her poor nipple as it swung freely on the down stroke. This would happen over and over, as long as the machine was on. Snow was beginning to realize the extent of her demise, or so she thought.

The double dildo, which penetrated her ass and pussy, alternately, was controlled by the speed of the rotisserie as well. Each of the dildos was shaped and made differently. The dildo for her pussy was ribbed and had a bulging flange that fanned out and abruptly stopped about 3" before the ball sack. It was reminiscent of a canine cock. The dildo for her ass contained a special metal line down the bottom which emitted a jolt at certain times, like when any car passed through the front gate of the Mansion. This way, Snow would be able to count the cars entering all night long. Of course, this would not be the focus of her showcase, and if she remembered anything it would not be cars or gates.

One last detail they had rigged, without her knowing, was to attach a small clamp with an almost undetectable spring onto Snow's clit. She never knew it was there until the first clamp attached to her nipple touched the metal beneath her. At that instance, and every other time the clamp or clamps touched the metal, a ZAP would be applied to her clit as well! This absolutely delighted the two men who high fived each other as the one cock was lodged in Snow's mouth while the rotisserie turned.

Snow's screams could be heard throughout the entire mansion, so much so, that Helga came running in to see what all the fuss was about.

"Quick, turn it off! You're wasting her voice," Helga screamed at the two men, one of them still pumping her mouth and thoroughly enjoying the jolt from the clamps touching the metal.

"We were just testing it out and checking our measurements to make sure everything was attached correctly and verifying the tolerances, Mistress Helga," the larger cocked guy answered as he pulled his cock out of Snow's mouth.

"Fine. Finish your tests and make absolutely sure she's ready, but do not wear her out. I don't want another dud like in 2023 when the slut passed out within the first hour and the guests had to basically play with a corpse because her body was totally limp. The guests can get that kind of action at home for free. They expect to be compensated for their contributions when they enter this facility. The viewers on the live stream deserve the very best too as they engage online with their donations to be involved in her demise, so let's finalize the testing and move on with the night, shall we?" Helga demanded.

The two men waited until Helga left before turning the machine back on and continuing for the next ten minutes as Snow's screams resonated throughout the mansion.

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Helga returned to the room where James was preparing Candy for her demise throughout the night. He was busy strapping her inside a large cage, of sorts, which was roughly 4' tall, 3' wide, and 3' deep. It had four sides and she was mounted upright inside the box. Her legs were spread and fixed vertically in a vee. It was just like being spread eagled on her back when Trey would grab the back of her ankles and pound her pussy while Rodney was fucking her mouth, which she loved. Her legs were held in place, with her ankles next to her ears, by a bar that was mounted between two sides of the box. So, her ankles fit behind the bar and next to her ears.

They were only able to accomplish this because of Candy's flexibility. In her high school years, she was only on the cheerleading squad for two reasons. She was flexible. And she was flexible enough to keep her feet behind her head while she sucked every member of every team her school had people to play on. This included the football team, the basketball team, the soccer team, the rugby team, the baseball team, the chess team, and the hockey team. Of course half the teams didn't even have cheerleaders, but Candy made sure they were all taken care of regardless. She was, after all, a team player. At least as long as she was the center of attention.

Her tits were tied tightly with thin rope up about 3" from her upper torso. This made them appear taut and fat as they jutted straight out and squeezed between her calves. Very decorative and intricate Clover Clamps, with tiny chains attached to tiny cocks, were applied to her nipples. The pain was excruciating, even for Candy, but she still longed for Trey and Rodney even though they were the reason she wasn't in this position.

Her ass was stuffed with an electric butt plug and her pussy lips were spread open by clamps attached to straps that tied around her thighs. Her arms were crossed and mounted upward behind her neck and her wrists were cuffed to the bar that held her ankles in place.

She fought James so hard, as he tried to stuff her inside the box, that she left marks on his face. This did not help her situation. She thought she could handle him, but she had no idea what James was capable of as he grabbed her left hand and snapped her pinky finger backwards in half. She screamed in pain at the break, but this also made her furious. As she lashed out at him with her right hand, he grabbed it and did the same with her other pinky. The pain in both of her hands left her defenseless and she instantly gave in to his total manipulation of her body. From then on, she was completely manageable and compliant with any of the tasks he worked to prepare her for the night. He was just trying to do his job, after all.

As her cunt was displayed wide open, left vulnerable by the clamps, there was a ⅜" dowel rod that was mounted directly in front of her. It was pointed up, diagonally, and touching her clit. It was not attached to her clit, but it was mounted in such a way that it was pushing against her clit. This wasn't noticeable to Candy until the Hitachi wand, that was strapped to the dowel, was turned on by pressing a switch outside the box. James tested the mechanism to ensure its viability and level of anguish it produced for Candy.

As he pressed the button, she screamed like a banshee and tried to wiggle and move to get away from the torment of her poor defenseless clit. There was, in fact, no escape from the dowel, and as long as James pressed the button, the Hitachi delivered the pain via the dowel. The battery was fully charged and monitored from the main console in the control room upstairs.

This delivery of pain to the sub brought pleasure to the users and guests. Each guest was finger printed upon entry to the party. Then, they bought tokens which were spent by pressing the various buttons on each of the slaves during the night. Each transaction was recorded and the guests were charged per button press. Distinguished guests bought in at $1000 for the night for unlimited button presses. These guests really enjoyed tormenting the slaves over and over and always made sure they got their money's worth!

Candy's box had eight buttons to choose from, and each was labeled for quick reference. There was also a scan code for pictures and video examples if the guests wanted more information.

Button one activated the Hitachi and dowel torment. As long as it was held, the Hitachi wand delivered the stimulation to her clit via the dowel.

Button two activated five full penetrations of the dildo in her ass. One press gave five instant penetrations amd could be used with or without button three.

Button three sent an instant jolt to her ass via the dildo in her ass. Button two had to be activated in order for button three to engage, but the guest could press button three as many times or anytime button two was active. This made for a long and memorable experience.

Button four activated the Clover Clamps on her nipples by pulling them forward and stretching the nipples and then releasing them. This was accomplished by using electric magnets that were engaged by pressing the button, and released by letting go of the button. The magnets were extremely strong and seven were placed in front of and around each of her tits. So as the button was pressed, the magnet activated would pull the clamp forward and toward that magnet. The algorithm was set so that the two clamps would never be pulled in the same direction with each press of the button. It was a very simple solution to a complex torment, and the guests loved it.

Button five activated a robotic whip - the first of its kind - that lashed from one side to the other, across Candy's ass. One press of this button created a lashing that instantly whipped from right to left and then left to right. The entire lashing took one tenth of a second. These effects were not new to robotic whips, however, this whipper also had an algorithm that never lashed the same strike twice. A new height in robotic invention. This kept the pain moving and the slave howling. A long press of this button enabled the whip to continue back and forth until it was released. The R & D team was still unsure whether to limit the long press, or leave it as it was. The executive decision was made based on the thickness and stiffness of the whip. When using a thinner, more flexible whip, the unlimited long press became the current standard. The pain was still very real, however, the sub would be able to endure more of it. Of course, pain was not the main focus for guests. They wanted a reaction. This allowed for both to occur.

Button six activated and large dildo that instantly fucked Candy's mouth three times. Her head was mounted and strapped in so that it was bent back and she was looking straight up at all times. The dildo was 6" long and 2" around. This was not considered large, by industry standards. However, with everything else going on, if the slave wasn't ready or not paying attention, the dildo was solid and unforgiving and never missed its mark. Slaves had been known to lose many of their teeth when particularly sadistic guests were at the ready with the button. A decision was made to disable the long press option after several subs lost their front upper and lower teeth, due to them passing out from the pain of the dowel on their clit while this button was pressed simultaneously. The result was bloody and somewhat gruesome. More importantly, the blood covered several camera lenses and guests complained that they missed the results of their button press and had to be refunded for their loss.

Button seven allowed the guests to hear inside the box, via speakers mounted on all sides. This was a free button so guests were not charged. The reason was, guests didn't always want to hear slaves unless they were screaming. Since this box utilized the vertical mouth fucking machine, it was rare that they would hear anything except gurgling or the sounds of the various motors and switches unless that device was disabled. The R & D department was still undecided whether to allow more than a ten minute break each hour from the mouth machine.

Button eight was called "The Automation Button". This was generally used when the slave was traveling from point to point via the "roomba" type motorized cart that the box was mounted on. If a guest wanted to stop the cart, they simply touched any metal on the outside of the box or any button, including the free button. This button was linked to an algorithm that used all of the devices and functions to be activated simultaneously or at various times without warning or logic. This kept the slave from falling asleep due to boredom. These parties were generally five to eight hours long and some slaves were lazy. This solved that problem.

There was one other new button that was being tested tonight. It allowed the guests to communicate with the slave inside the box. The R & D Department had reasoned that if guests wanted to hear the anguish of the slaves, they may want to talk with the slaves or compliment them. Another interesting aspect that R&D hadn't thought of happened during the second trial run of this remarkable contraption. Several of the guests using this button would use it together to torment the slave. For example, they might press the button and say to the slave, "I hope your pussy likes pain!", but then press button four. This confused the slave, but the guests loved the ability to trick the slave into thinking one thing and receiving something completely different. Tonight this was a free button and the statistics, as well as the dialog, would be recorded and studied. A determination would be made later as to whether the button should be free or not.

The final piece of the box was the mini Jumbotron mounted on the top. It contained four monitors, one on each side, which had cameras from every angle and orifice of the slave showing at all times on the monitors. These would also be live streaming as the party was happening. These profits paid for this box and three others that were currently being built.