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This story contains severe torture and should not be read by anyone under eighteen. The torture is consensual but taken farther than the character intended.

 

The Chair

Camille went to the house as ordered. She had only known Brad for two days, but had fallen under his spell. Camille had always been interested in bondage and torture, so that made Brad more interesting. He promised her a torture she could never imagine. Camille had two weeks to be with Brad. At the end of the two weeks she could stay or leave.  No promises or decisions would be made until the two weeks were up.

Camille entered the house and took off her clothes as ordered. She stood in the large, cool house. Goose bumps formed on her arms, as much from anticipation, as the coolness. Brad entered the room and looked at the beauty with raven hair that stood before him. He smiled, thinking of the pain she would soon endure. He had always loved to see women in pain. This had caused him a lot of problems growing up.  Brad later learned that there were a lot of women that enjoyed pain and that all he had to do was ask.

Brad walked to Camille and handed her a pair of black high heel shoes with six-inch heels. Without being told, Camille slipped on the shoes and stood shakily. Camille knew she would not be able to stand long in the shoes. Brad smiled awkwardly at her, and said, “You will wear the shoes at all times. If you take them off you must leave the house forever. A chair in the study is the only place you will be able to sit. You may sit anytime you wish. You will have breakfast prepared at, eight, dinner at noon, and supper at six. You may do as you wish for the next hours until dinner.”

Camille said nothing and grew sexually excited from his commanding attitude.. She loved for a man to talk to her with such strength. Camille felt her legs aching from the shoes. She decided to sit and rest for a while. She walked oddly in the heels to the study. Entering the study she saw what must be her chair. She went as quickly as her feet would allow to the chair. She stood before the chair, shocked at what she saw. The chair was made something like a barber''s. The thing that shocked her was the inch and a half needles protruding from the chair. The back of the chair had four of these needles, while the seat had four more. The leg rest, each, had four more of the needles. Camille could guess at the pain she would feel. Looking at the chair, Camille decided to stand for a while. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for the type of pain those needles would cause.

Camille walked around the study looking at the books lining the walls.  Ten minutes later she felt her legs hurting and knew if she didn't sit down she would soon fall. Camille walked slowly to the chair. She placed her hands on the armrest, being careful of the needles. When Camille was in position she bit down on her tongue and lowered her self into the chair. She felt the first needle enter her ass. Camille let out a small yelp as she felt the pain. Her arms gave away about halfway down and she collapsed, driving the four needles into her ass.  Camille let out a loud scream. She knew Brad would hear this and know she had sat in the chair. Camille also knew the best way to deal with pain was to get the needles in her as quick as possible. She threw her legs onto the leg rest and leaned back in the chair. She screamed once again as all the needles pierced her body.

Camille relaxed her body, and this helped some. She knew the pain would subside if she was perfectly still. Camille realized she had bitten her tongue as she was sitting down. The metallic taste of the blood filled her mouth. Camille sat in the chair wondering if she would have to use the chair the entire two weeks. Camille was not sure if she could handle it.

The pain in her body was tolerable, now. She was beginning to think the chair may not be that bad when Brad entered the room. Without expression, Brad said,” You look comfortable. I knew you would get used to the pain so I added a little something extra.”

Brad produced a remote control and pressed a button. Camille felt something coming out of the needles. At first there was coolness and then pain exploded from the needle points. Camille screamed like never before. She had never felt pain such as this.

When Camille’s screaming stopped, Brad said, “I can cause this pain whenever I want or set it on a timer. I suspect the timer will be used at nights to entertain you. Now it is time for you to start preparing dinner.”

Brad left the room. Camille, still shaky from the pain, started to get out of the chair. The movement caused pain, but nothing like the injections. She realized the needles were holding her to the chair.  Camille had to jerk hard to pull away from the needles. This caused even more pain.

Camille got out of the chair and started for the kitchen. Her body ached from the torture. Walking would be hard even if she didn't have the shoes on. She stumbled through preparing dinner. It took two hours, but everything was ready. All she could think of at this point was getting off her feet. The thought of sitting in the chair again almost made her nauseous. Camille thought about taking off the shoes and leaving, even though she knew she might never get another chance like this. She had fantasized about being tortured. She wasn't going to loose the chance.

Brad noticed her discomfort and said, “If you want to sit, I’ll bring you a plate later.”

Camille walked slowly to the study. Her feet and legs were hurting horribly at this point. Camille reached the chair and didn't hesitate to sit. Her legs were giving away so she just flopped in the chair. She let out a small moan as the needles pierced her back, ass, and legs. Even with the needles in her, it was a pleasure to sit.

Camille drifted off to sleep and was awakened by pain racking her body as the injections started again. Camille screamed in pain and felt her pussy building to an orgasm. Camille’s screams got louder as the biggest orgasm of her life raced through her body.

Brad walked into the room as her screams faded to a sob. Brad felt his cock growing hard as he watched the tormented woman. Brad set the plate of food down on Camille’s lap and left the room. Camille ate very little of the food, the pain had left her slightly nauseous.

Bard came back into the room, looked at the half eaten food and said, “I am a little disappointed in you. I am nice enough to bring you a plate of food and you don’t eat it. I guess you would rather have pain than food. Well, let's see if I can’t give you a little more.”

Camille almost spoke as Brad approached the chair, but held back.  Brad took the plate from her lap and laid her arms on the armrest, palm down. He then brought two braces up to hold her head in place. Brad pressed another button on the remote and needles shot out of the armrest, deep into Camille’s arms and palms. Camille looked down and she could see the needles sticking out the back of her hands. This sent a bout of new pain and Camille screamed again. As the pain subsided, Brad pressed another button. Camille felt a needle come out of the headrest and enter her neck. This cause pain as bad as the all the other injections combined. Camille screamed for the next hour as her head and body felt as if it would explode.

Brad said, as he seemed to just appear in the room with a smile on his face, “You will miss supper tonight for being a bad girl. The needles will be locked in place and you will not be able to get up. I could leave you there until you die.”

Camille felt something flow out of the needles and into her body.

Brad told her this was a substance that bonds the needles in her.  Camille tried to pull her arm from the rest, but the needles held tight. Brad said as he was leaving the room, “You will get the pain injections every hour or so.”

Camille sat there wondering what she had gotten herself into. She knew she couldn't stand two weeks of this torture. Camille knew that at the first chance she was leaving. The injection came, and with the additional needles it was worse. The one in her neck caused her head to explode with pain. Camille screamed as the pain blinded her. The injections continued through the night. The only time Camille slept was when she passed out from the pain.

This went on for two days. Camille had reached the point she could take it no longer. When Brad came into the study, Camille spoke for the first time since going to the house, “I can’t take anymore of this. I want to leave.”

Without saying a word, Brad pressed a button on the remote that injected a solution to loosen the needles. Camille pulled on her right arm and it came free. She was soon out of the chair. Camille took off the shoes while Brad gathered her clothes. Camille’s body ached, but she managed to get dressed. It felt good to have the shoes off and her clothes on again. She didn't want to put her shoes on. She wasn’t sure if she would ever wear shoes again.

Camille arrived home with no problems. She took a hot shower and laid down on the bed. Camille slept the rest of the day and half the night.  She woke up screaming. She felt the same pain she had in the chair. She wondered if this was just a side effect and hoped it would go away. An hour later, Camille was still screaming. The pain seemed to be getting worse. Camille reached for the phone to call Brad. She could barely see to dial as the pain blurred her vision.

The phone rang and Camille was thinking he wouldn't answer when she heard his familiar voice on the phone, “Hello Camille, I was expecting your call.”

Camille spoke through tears and asked, “What did you do to me? The pain won't stop. You’ve got to help me.”

Brad replied with a grin, “I guess I forgot to tell you about the side effects. The nerves in your body have been made sensitive. The needles in the chair were placed so they would pierce specific nerves. The only way to ease the pain is to sit in the chair.”

Camille screamed in the phone, “I will never come to that house again,” and hung up the phone. Camille soon passed out from the pain.  She soon woke up with the pain as bad as ever. She heard the door of her house closing and thought someone had broken in. She got weakly out of the bed and made her way to the living room. In the center of the room was the chair. The chair was exactly as it was when she left Brad’s house. Camille remembered what Brad had said about the chair easing her pain. She didn't want those needles in her again, but the pain was too bad. Camille went to the evil chair and threw herself into it. She barely felt the needles as they entered her body. Almost immediately the pain subsided. Camille fell asleep in the chair.

The next morning, Camille woke up and at first thought  she was still at Brad’s house. Then she remembered the night before. Brad must have brought the chair to her. Camille noticed an envelope attached to the chair. The woman pulled her arms free, with a slight sting, and opened the envelope. Inside was a letter.

Dear Camille,

You came to me asking for torture. I am the master of pain. You asked, and now you have it. I do not regret anything I have done or will do. The chair is yours. To stop the pain you must spend at least eight hours a day in the chair. Twenty-four hours out of the chair and the pain returns. There is no other way of stopping it. Enjoy the torture I have given you for the rest of your life.

Regards,
Brad

Camille had no intentions of spending her life in the chair. She made an appointment with a doctor. The doctor examined her and asked about the puncture marks. Camille didn't give any details; just mumbled something about some games that got out of hand. The doctor spent most of the day running tests. His conclusion was nerve damage. The doctor said there was nothing he could do about it. He said that in maybe a year or two the nerves might heal enough to lessen the pain. He gave Camille a prescription for pain medicine.

Camille went home, not feeling much relief. She only hoped the pain killers would ward off the pain so she wouldn't have to use the chair. Camille slept through the night in her bed. She felt the pain returning that morning. Camille took two of the painkillers and that help. The woman was about to think she was going to make out all right when the pain hit her like a hammer. She took two more of the pain pills, but they did little. Camille knew she had no choice but to sit in the chair.

Camille climbed into the chair and looked forward to the needles entering her body. The only needle that bothered her was the one going into her neck. Once again the needles eased the pain.

As time passed, Camille missed sleeping in her bed. She removed the easy chair in her living room and replaced it with the needle chair.  She found sitting in the chair during the day, as often as possible, allowed her to sleep in the bed at night. In time, Camille got use to the needles in her body and felt uncomfortable in any other chair.

The end