Chapter 1 - The Attic

He idly played with her clit as he studied the laptop, her gasps a subtle, but discordant, symphony. He had used her in more ways than her mind could have imagined only a week before. He had chosen her for her position in a large company, and had proceeded to have her max out not only her own accounts, but also those on her company card. Now they were sat in his manor in the English countryside, far away from London, and she had spent the entire time naked, or dressed in clothes that could hardly be labeled as such, doing anything he deemed fitting.

He hadn’t even asked her name, he didn’t care. Just like many others, he would use her until bored, and then dispose of her in some seedy downtown back alley, where she would probably rot for the rest of her miserable existence. Not that she would even notice, nor care. Her thoughts had been blanketed in a hazy fog of lust and pleasure for the entire week, and he doubted she would be able to ever think for herself again, even if he did release his grip on her mind.

He was currently looking up building materials, although his manor had not had any major problems for a very long time. After all he now owned a personal group of builders, all of whom were willing to carry out any work he needed, utterly free of charge of course, living in his basement, where he didn’t have to see them. No, he was looking for supplies for a rather more sinister reason. It would take the supplies a few days to arrive, but he had learned patience a long time ago. He roughly pushed the writhing woman off his four-poster bed, where she continued to twist and turn on the floor, trying desperately to scratch an itch that wouldn’t end. He simply ignored her, shut down the laptop, and went to sleep.

The next morning, over a “breakfast” of thighs, breasts and a leg or two, he finalized what he was going to do, checked the share market, and decided to start with another pet project. Hunting for his old fishing equipment, he strolled into his “larder”, and chose a leggy brunette. Crawling on all fours, she bowed to him, her bare ass up in the air while she crushed her own breasts into the soft carpet. Attaching a leash to her collar, he led her up the stairs and towards the attic.

On reaching the attic, he unclipped the leash, and she climbed up into the gynecologist’s chair, spreading her legs, and buckling herself in as best she could while he started the cameras recording. Finishing the buckles for her, he laid out the bundle he had collected, and chose several dozen hooks. With a steady hand, he began piercing her soft breasts, paying special attention to her nipples, and making sure her aureoles each received at least two hooks apiece. As he finished each, he attached it to a fine length of chain, running each chain through a loop in the ceiling above the chair. Slowly, the girls’ breasts were dragged skywards.

Once he had finished with her breasts, he began on her pussy lips. Even her clitoris wasn’t spared a hook, and each of these joined her breast hooks in being hoisted towards the ring above her. For her part, the girl barely made a sound as her flesh was abused so delicately, nary a groan or shudder escaped her. He wasn’t sure if he’d just trained her well, or she was completely broken. Her mind was too blank at the moment for him to tell for certain.

He stood back to study his creation, and frowned. There was something missing. Her breasts and pussy had been pulled painfully skywards, and the skin was stretching badly where he had pierced it. The girl was nearly out of the chair, the cuffs around her wrists, ankles and neck being the only thing holding her down, and forcing her to arch her back against the pull of the chains and hooks that pierced her body.

Ahh, now he knew what it was. Moving to an ornate dresser, he opened a drawer and retrieved the special dildo from its resting place. Its design was that of a hollow, crisscrossing pattern, with an internal screw which forced curved hooks into the vagina walls, holding the device in place. He pushed the dildo into the pet, her sighs filling the attic. He smiled slightly and began turning the screw base, the ratcheted screw slowly working its way open, each click signifying the hooks biting further into her pussy. She didn’t even make a sound as her most intimate places were punctured by the small invaders. The final turn of the screw opened the tip of the dildo fully, allowing unrestricted access to the vulnerable cervix, and a view of her walls as they squeezed through the diamond holes in the ingenious device, fully sealing the hooks within her.

Pushing a small rod through the protective seal of her cervix produced only a slight shudder, and that was when he knew she was still in there, and how to bring her back. He pressed a button on the end he held in his hands, and a small pump started, filling a strong balloon in the end of the rod, which expanded straight into her womb. The balloon could expand to easily contain a 4 litre volume, and it proceeded to do so, stretching her stomach taught and bulging.

Retracting the rod, and leaving the balloon in place, he had one more device to try. Opening her mouth and shifting her head back, he pushed one more rod down her throat, pushing an expanding cylinder down and across her vocal cords. The device would remain in place, allowing air to pass through, but not let her larynx close to produce any sounds. Finally finished, he put down his tools, and looked deep into her mind, pulling out the creature she had been before. In a moment, her eyes snapped open, and she started flinging her head about, struggling against her restraints, and trying desperately to scream. No sound other than a hoarse wheeze escaped her throat, and the struggling set her body twisting and straining against the hooks and devices pierced into it.

He gave a broad smile at last. This was a wonderful end to the project. He checked that his recording equipment had captured every moment of turning his pet into a work of art, as well as the final results, still thrashing about in exquisite agony, and left the attic, closing the door behind him.
 