He looked over at the girl, who was strapped to the gynecologists exam table, and smiled.

"This is an interesting device", he said conversationally, gesturing to the machine he was about to wheel over to her.

Her eyes were fixed on him; a sheen of sweat covered her brow, her muscles were taut against the bindings that held her down.

"It combines the virtues of a mechanical dildo with those of a vaginal dialator... with each stroke, the mechanical penis increases in diameter by a small amount; the effect is to have the dildo always be just slightly too large for the woman involved, producing extensive, painful friction."

He paused to examine the impact of his statement as it sunk in. It was gratifyingly significant; muffled little noises of panic emerged from behind the ball gag, and the woman struggled frantically against her bonds, her breasts bouncing and juggling about in a most stimulating way.

"The effect can be enhanced by the judicious administration of irritants to the genetial area, as well as by general stimulants, but of course the largest effect [hehe] remains the mechanical phallus itself, which gradually expands to the maximum diameter allowed by the female physique. Generally speaking, this is the size of a newborn babies head."

He wheeled the machine over to her.

"Of course, the woman involved is basically ruined for conventional fucking afterwards, generally needing to be delivered to the emergency room," he said, unstrapping his belt as he positioned himself in front of her, "but that is the sacrifice we make for commerce, eh? This video is going to pay for my upcoming six month tour of East Asia."

In fact, he would get a premium price for it. The girl was a redhead, a fair skinned, freckled Irish colleen, a nurse's aide, just a couple of years out of college. She was what he liked to call, "full figured"... generously sized breasts (big enough to provide a full hand of flesh when grabbed), just enough extra weight to enhance her curves. Skin and bones didn't sell very well.

She was totally panicked, thrashing about violently within the very limiting constraints of her bonds, making undeciferable noises of protest as her squeezed and kneaded her breasts (she had large finger sized nipples, framed by bright rose colored auroles the size of Eisenhower dollars... he liked that).

"It would be a shame to let this opportunity go to waste, seeing as how I'm going to be the last one to have it. Reconstructive surgeons haven't been too successful at putting together anything worth fucking out of the left overs."

His dick was hard as a rock, screaming for release, which he promptly gave it, grabbing her hips and sinking himself into her with one quick stroke. She quit struggling after that, just lay there trembling as he took his time working to a conclusion. She gave a mild squeal of protest as he dumped his load inside her, more from his convulsive squeezing of her breasts than any feeling of humiliation, he thought.

"Damn, that was good," he said, "but now its back to business."

After throughly cleaning her up, he swabbed her out with dis-infectant, he applied his special formula of spices and other irritants to her genital area. Her eyes got very wide and she began to squirm frantically as the burning sensation sunk into her most tender places... he grinned, "You ain't seen nothing yet, bitch. After big boy has had at you, you'll be squealin' like a stuck pig."

Stereotypical metaphor, he thought, but very apt.

He wheeled the machine into place, made a few adjustments after measuring the current dialation of her vagina, and strapped it into position, grinning with pleasure at the throughly panicked expression on the girl's face as her true fate literally sunk in. Her pale green eyes grew very wide and frantic, she sobbed, her pleas for mercy rendered incoherent by the gag in her mouth. He worked the dildo in gradually, extending it until it almost touched her cervix... he reached over and traced its outline on her bulging stomach.

"Bet you've never been quite so throughly filled, have you, bitch? Every woman's dream, a big cock filling her to her limits, eh?"

She shook her head violently.

"Guess you're the exception," he said, turning the machine on. He let it warm up a little, vibrating the dildo in her cunt as it did, before initiating the dialation procedure.

It was hydraulicly powered, designed to deliver maximum thrusting force without disemblowing the target, through an adjustable length phallus with a butt plate at the base that made a satisfying "twack" with each full length thrust into her soon to be throughly traumatized cunt.

"This will take about two hours... at the end of which, I'll have upwards of a million dollars, and you'll, of course, have a ruined cunt. But that's life in the patriarchy, isn't it?"

He laughed.

He moved over to the head of the table, positioning the camera right in her face for an extreme close up... he wanted to capture every moment of agony in as much detail as possible, to document each shocked gasp, each convulsive intake of breath, each amazed, wide eyed expression of astonishment at how far the limits of pain reached. That was where the money was, in the personalized, meticulously documented dialogue of suffering that convinced the end viewer of the authenticity of the film being viewed.

One glance at the monitor, and he knew he had a hit on his hands. Her eyes were fixed on the camera, little beads of sweat leaving glistening trails down her pale, lightly freckled face, allowing every moment to be captured for maximum effect. The viewer would feel like she was looking right at him, as if he were right there, standing over her. Perfect.

He panned a camera accross her body, arched in pain, every muscle and ligament standing out in full relief as she strained against her bonds.

He was hard again. He sincerely wished he could take her mouth, but his viewers had a thing about not being distracted from the focus of the action, which was reasonable.

He settled for face fucking his second victim of the night, a little dishwater blond co-ed, plucked off the campus of the local community college as she returned from class.

She had pale blue eyes, and fairly decent skin (only a few blemishes) and bone structure. Nowhere near as good looking as her companion on the table, but then, as the second act in a double feature, she was a bonus, with not much expected of her.

Since the primary focus of his films was psychological torment, and not physical (a distinction which allowed him to get a premium for his films, as they stood out from the typical, unsubtle fair he competed against), it helped to have an audience, so that the viewer could get an "objective" opinion about the true horror of the events being witnessed, and to gauge their impact on a third party.

The blonde only protested mildly at his violation of her face... perhaps glad to have a distraction from the events at hand.

She was a lousy cocksucker, although this was somewhat irrelevant given the circumstances, so he wound up just pounding away at her until he reached a conclusion, slamming and grinding her face into his crotch as he blew his second load of the night, her struggles intensifying as he held himself in her mouth long enough that she began to suffocate.

He withdrew, wiping his dick accross her face a few times as she panted for breath, then panned the camera back for a wider shot, framing her face in the mirror against the redhead being tortured in the background. A perfect complement, sweat and spit and blood and semen smeared accross her face, hair plastered to her cheeks, sobbing, panting for breath, the picture of degraded womanhood, the rightful fate of the campus slut, still wearing her halter and cut off jeans, nipples poking through, belly button exposed, flesh high on her inner thigh visible through a rent in the fabric, not at all obscured by the ripped up black panty hose.

He turned his attention back to the main attraction. 45 minutes into the process, the dildo was the size of his fist (by the time it was done, he would be able to fit both fists into her cunt, with room to spare). Her energetic struggles had flagged somewhat. He decided it was time to apply a "stimulant".

First, he immobilized one of her arms, then he pulled out a syringe with a long needle on one end of it, being careful to wave it in front of her face with the label pointed towards the camera.

"This is a specially formulated treatment designed not only to assure the victims attention, but to produce maximum responsiveness to stimulation. In other words, it keeps you awake for the full two hours, and hightens your sensitivity to pain dramatically."

Injection complete, he paused for a few moments to observe it's effects.

They were dramatically compelling... her struggles intensified, immediately, and the squealing sounds emerging from from behind the gag had a distinctly more frantic tone to them.

And he was hard, again.

Definity a successful night.

Glancing at the heaving, writhing body before him, breasts juggling and bouncing about with abandon, the obvious came immediately to mind. Adjusting the height of the table, he positioned himself over her stomach, and proceeded to titty fuck her. Grabbing a generous breast in each hand, he squeezed them about his thick, engorged cock and proceeded to thrust away, his dick barely touching her lips each time he shot forward... the effect this final humilation had on the redhead's expression made it difficult to avoid blowing his load immediately, despite his two prior ejaculations, but he managed to restrain himself long enough to give his audience a good show.

His final orgasm of the night was so intense, he nearly tore her breasts off in the convulsion that followed, stream after stream of ejaculate emerging (far more than the previous two orgasms combined), causing a visible flinch as each spurt struck the little redhead's pale, freckled face, mixing with the sweat, tears and blood that already covered it. She cried rather piteously at this ultimate humiliation, tears flowing down her cheeks, torn, bruised breasts flopping about as her chest heaved with each sob. He stood above her, grinning, for a moment, then glanced over at the blonde tied to a chair just a few feet away.

She looked on with a horrified expression, seeing what she thought was her final fate played out before her.

He grinned at her, "Ever been titty-fucked, baby?"

She shook her head violently, no.

"Guess not," he said, glancing at her chest. Not flat, but she had cone shaped breasts that came to a point, instead of the globular, pendulous breasts of the redhead he had just finished abusing.

Actually, what he hand in mind for her was far less elaborate ... when he was done with the redhead, he'd strap electrodes to her clit and nipples, and torture and brutalize her in other commonplace ways until even the most violent stimulation failed to produce a reaction... then he'd strap the two together in "69" position, and deliver them to the local emergency room. It'd be most enjoyable, and if he was lucky, he'd even get hard again, but the resulting film and artistic/political statement would be rather pedestrian.

Meanwhile, the cunt dialator continued grinding away... he and the blonde watched it for a while, it was now way beyond even the theoretical of a woman's cunt, let alone the relatively inexperienced, lightly used item sported by the one he'd selected.

He commented to the blonde, "The capacity of the human body, when put under stress, to exceed its limits is amazing, wouldn't you say?"

She glanced up at him with a horrified expression, and tried to turn her attention elsewhere.

"Wonder if I'll be able to stretch your asshole half as far... what do you think?"

That freaked her out completely, she managed to knock her chair over, and thrashed about on the floor for quite a while before finally collapsing in exhaustion, panting, still strapped to the now somewhat destroyed wooden seat she had occupied.

Of course, he had no intention of following up on this threat... her ass, while not unattractive (he fully intended to butt rape her, if he got hard enough again), lacked the aesthetic value necessary to compell and hour or more of undivided attention from his somewhat jaded audience.

The cunt dialator was now finished. He left it sit there for a few minutes, letting the full impact of how far she had been distorted sink into the redhead, in the absence of other stimulation. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at the now enormous phallus resting between her thighs.

"Never thought you'd have anything quite this big between your legs, did you?" he said. "A fantasy come true, I bet. Of course, that's all you'll be left with from now on... fantasies, that is. No guy will want a fucked out, blow legged slut whore bitch like you... of course, you've still got two holes left, and I'm sure they'll be taken if offered, but there's really no long term substitute for having a nice wet twat wrapped around your dick on a regular basis, and I'm sure a nice Irish Catholic girl like you isn't too interested in anything unconventional like that," he said, reaching out and fingering the little cross on a thin chain hanging from her neck.

The tears and sobs now rolled in continuous waves, even after he pulled the machine out from between her thighs... he rolled the blood stained device, dripping with assorted bodily fluids the redhead had secreted during her torment, it over to the blonde, who was propped up against the wall, since he hadn't been inclined to leave the room to fetch another chair, up to this point.

"Lick it clean, bitch, or I shove it up your ass without bothering to collapse it back to normal."

Her pale face, now flushed red with stimulation, suddenly turned green, and then yellow... she fell over on her side and heaved. Vomit poured from between her lips and wound up being smeared over her face as she lay flat against the floor with no support from her arms (tied in back).

He stood patiently until she quit heaving, then pulled her back up to face the dildo. Crying, she leaned forward and awkwardly sticking her toungue through the ball gag, began to lick it clean.

"Life is good," he thought.

The End