The Master watched me. The Master smiled as he saw me glancing round the room, trying to peer into the darkness beyond the blazing spot lamps. The smile broadened as The Master noticed how I avoided looking at the oddly angled wooden bars next to me.

The Master said, “Its time for you to meet Rachael, my assistant, she provides the feminine touch to my work. I whirled round as a gorgeous blond amazon woman dressed in a close fitting white tee shirt and short, black skirt walked out of the darkness. The woman smiled as she stroked my shoulder, fingertips just tracing the soft swell of my breast beneath my red dress. I shuddered as I saw the hot, eager cruelty in the woman's eyes.

Rachael, the wrist ties if you please. In a moment we will want you up on those bars behind you.” I twisted to look at the two stained, wooden bars. Mounted on thick posts and forming a flat open V, at the front the two posts were set almost 3 feet apart. From there the bars angled in sharply to the two rear posts, set so close there was barely a hand span between them. Each bar was only about eighteen inches long. I trembled uncontrollably as I took in the ominous dark staining of the wood, the soft, leather straps, and the way the thick uprights were bolted to the floor with iron brackets. Rachael smiled at the horrified expression on my face and gently turned me round, deliberately forcing me to face into the blinding lights once more.

The Master said, “Its time for you to get undressed completely, if you please. I clutched at my body, holding the fabric of my red cotton dress closely. Slowly, I undid my belt and then the long line of buttons down the front of my dress. Finally, I slipped the garment off my shoulders and stood, bra less with white cotton panties.

Silence fell for a few moments; The Master and Rachael both enjoyed the sight of the middle aged woman's tanned body now revealed to them. The Master observed my 34B breast and stated, “I see George has decided to not enhance your breast. I was so hoping to see you with 42 G tits.

In the glare of the lights, The Master was able to see that there was a faint patch of dark shadow on the taut white cotton. Whatever she might be saying, the slut's own body was betraying her with the moisture of unwilling arousal.

The Master said, “Everything off my dear we need you to be completely naked,” I brought my hands across my body, hooking my fingers under the thin waistband and peeling the damp cotton triangle away from my sex and down my slim legs until I could step out of the small scrap of cloth. I was completely hairless and all could see the firm bulge of my mound and the full lips of my cunt.

The Master said, “Now Rachael, if you please.

Suddenly my wrists were seized once more. Before I could struggle, my arms were behind my back, held fast in the woman's iron grip. Almost tenderly, as though anticipating the torments she would soon be inflicting on my body, she reached round with one hand and stroked my right breast very gently, flicking her finger over the hardening nipple before pushing me sideways until I was standing in the angle between the wooden bars.

“Get up on your knees with your feet off the end of the bars”, the woman commanded, helping me to scramble awkwardly into position. I gasped as my thighs were strained apart as I knelt, straddled along the stained woodwork. I cried out at the unexpected pain and shock as Rachael pulled the straps viciously tight behind each knee and then felt the harsh grip of the other two straps biting hard against my ankles.

“Lean back”, came the command. Rachael reinforced the order by twisting my right nipple making me squeal with the sudden pain. As soon as I sank back onto my calves, Rachael put a long strap over the top of my left thigh, passing it round and under the bar before buckling it and pulling it tight. Another strap anchored my right thigh with Rachael adjusting both straps until I was held securely, fixed and splayed astride on the bars, my thighs doubled back against my calves and quite unable to move my legs, or shield the openness of my cunt in any way.

“Now your hands, my pretty one,” Rachael said quietly, her fingers brushing the hair away from my sweaty forehead. “Reach back and touch your ankles.” I shuddered and my breathing quickened as I realized just how helpless I was. Too late to think of resisting the soft wrist cuffs were in place in seconds and then, without warning, Rachael pulled each of my arms back and down, my wrists brushing against my pinioned ankles as the woman clipped each cuff to a metal ring set into the side of the thick post.

I panted harder, crying in desperation as my body was forced to arch backwards in an agonizing, taut curve. My cunt as well as the small cones of my breasts were thrust obscenely outwards, almost as though l was spreading myself deliberately.

Rachael ran her fingers over my splayed body, enjoying the way l craned my head forwards, fighting against the straps to watch as her long fingers teased my most sensitive flesh. “Save your strength, You'll need all your energy to scream for us in a moment.” One finger traced along the moist slit of my cunt, tickling the bulging lips before circling the gaping opening of my body. Rachael's finger, glistening with the moisture of my arousal, probed into the soft warmth of my cunt. “Can you feel that? So nice isn't it?” The hand moved, the finger twirling and dipping deeper and deeper. “If I press up here oh, you felt that. How about if I just let my fingernail scrape against this place. Here!”

My hips bucked a few inches, making the straps creak as I felt the sudden overwhelming stimulation of Rachael's devilishly expert touch. Rachael slid her finger out, running it across my lips, letting me taste the coppery tang of my own wetness as I looked towards the lights.

“Shes ready, sir do you want to begin?”

The Master walked naked into the light. His massive 12 inch cock swaying between his legs.

The Master held up a small plastic box. “Do you know what these are?” I shook my head NO. They're wooden cocktail sticks. Since Rachael has displayed you so carefully, I'll let her show you a fun way these little toys can be used

Rachael took the box, making sure that I could see her taking out one of the thin pointed skewers before she sat down on a small stool between her outstretched thighs. “Are you ready for me?” she said quietly as she reached for my groin.

I gasped, my breath racing as I felt Rachael delicately fondling my pussy lips. The women leaned forwards, very carefully parting the moist lips with the fingers of one hand before placing the sharp tip of the little skewer into the opening of my urethra. She waited, enjoying the way my body heaved and trembled against the straps. She looked up the glistening length of my body, gazing into my terrified eyes and deliberately licked her lips. Then, twisting the stick to and fro, she pushed it up, very slowly, into the tiny tube.

The scream was a single inhuman squeal. The tendons and sinews on my body stood out like wires beneath my tanned skin as I arched back in agony. Rachael paused and waited.

СN-n-n-oo, n-no oh God, no Oh God, God, oh Go. Iiieeeeeee!

My stuttering pleas were drowned by another scream as Rachael twisted and turned the little skewer further into the my urethra. The Master smoothed my sweat drenched forehead, his voice thick with pleasure and excitement as he slowly stroked his massive cock. “Now perhaps you understand just what we can do to you. Don't think that we will stop because you scream and cry for mercy I am not merciful. Now Rachael, just once more”. Rachael rolled and pushed the little white skewer between her fingers once again and another frantic scream was ripped from the my throat.

I twisted my pain-wracked face to look into The Master's black eyes. I could see he was enjoying this very much.

I let loose another anguished wail as Rachael pushed the tiny wooden skewer even further up into the ultra sensitive tissues of my urethra. The Master turned my face back towards him. “Remember, all you have to say is that you had enough and it will all end.”

This time, the slow twisting impalement brought a series of inhuman squeals as Rachael cleverly worked the wooden spike in and out. The Master watched as I flexed and surged against the straps holding me open to the woman's expert attentions. The Master smiled to himself; oh, how he enjoyed the delicious contrasts that each session brought. The calmness, the gentle words, then the tiny movements and slow, expert application of each technique and, against that, the frenzy of wild cries and desperate struggles from each victim as they were carefully led to the next level of agony by Rachael and himself.

Satisfied, The Master nodded to his expert assistant and she pulled the reddened splinter free, bringing another anguished gasp from me as she did so. The Master watched as I went limp on mmy haunches, head lolling as I tried to control my rasping breathing.

“You like sex, don't you? lets ask Rachael to use her skills to bring you the pleasure you enjoy so much. Rachael smiled as she listened to The Mastor. She knew what he wanted her to do now.

She wet her lips and leaned close to my hot moist skin. She blew gently on the soft bulging lips, watching as they engorged, parting to allow the woman's clitoris to peep out between the soft folds. I forced my head forward, craning to peer down to where the woman was so skillfully and carefully exciting me, driving the memory of the recent agony into a dull ache in the background.

I was soon gasping in a different way as the woman continued blowing a stream of warm air onto my pussy lips. I moaned softly, feeling the first feather touch as Rachael let the very tip of her tongue trace the soft furrow of my slit, allowing one fleeting caress of the little nerve center as she worked slowly up and down the soft furrow spread before her. The Master smiled, watching as I began to move, my belly rippling as the spasms of pleasure increased. The Master said, “You see, we don't only use pain. Rachael will bring you pleasure on many times as we continue our play.

I was lost. My helpless position, the pain from the wooden splinter and the expert, knowing masturbation of Rachael gave her no chance to resist. Within minutes I was hooting and crying deliriously as Rachael's clever tongue worked me to an unstoppable orgasm.

I wailed and chanted to a driving rhythm of sensation as my breasts jiggled and bounced, my body vibrating and heaving against the leather straps. My cries changed their tone as I pleaded with Rachael to continue the thrilling ecstasy to make me cum again. The Master caught his assistants eye and circled one finger in the air, signaling that she should continue the pleasure torture for a while longer.

I squealed and surged even harder against the straps as I felt the woman's forefinger curling up into my vagina once again. Still trying to cope with the sensations of my first climax, I now felt the shock of this new contact as Rachael's finger began to twirl and scrape unbearably against the most sensitive places deep inside my body. My desperate panting cries began to fill the room once again as my tormentor worked me up to a second shattering peak within five minutes.

The cries, pleasure mixed with anguish, reached a crescendo and became a wordless babbling. I dribbled and drooled, droplets pouring off my face, my hair matted with sweat and the hard, upturned peaks of my breasts shiny with moisture as I twisted and bucked in frenzy, strapped down in the hot, close atmosphere of the warehouse.

“Enough, let her rest for a moment,” The Master studied the desperately heaving figure on the bars as his assistant sat back on the little stool, wiping the fluids of my arousal from her lips with a satisfied smile.

“Rachael, my dear,” The Master smiled thinly as he listened to my moans. “I think it is time you gave the woman's other charms some attention, the wire brushes I think this time.” As the woman went across to a side bench in the darkness behind the lights, The Master ran his hands over the firm globes of the woman's breasts. The Master sighed, 42G would have been so much more fun. I bucked as The Master scraped his nail over one nipple.

The Master said, “I'll let Rachael show you the object she has. Rachael grinned in anticipation as she held up the object she'd fetched from the bench. I, still panting heavily and quivering with the after effects of my twin orgasms, at first thought the she was holding an ordinary toothbrush, then, I saw the way the lights reflected and winked on the thin brass wires that formed the bristles and I opened my mouth and screamed.

The Master waited until the first shrieks of protest died away. “This is a little technique we call polishing. You'll be amazed how much pain you will feel with the removal of even just one layer of skin. Especially afterwards when Rachael starts to play with you. Of course, you can tell me to stop and we will head back to your husband. Ah well, your choice, my dear. I said, “ Go on.”

The Master said, “The right one first, Rachael just the nipple to start with if you can. My wail of anguish rose again.

Rachael hefted the soft weight of my breast before bending forwards, sucking on the protruding tip until there was a hard, glistening peak rising from the broad surrounding circle of light skin. I peered down at the slick curve of my own breast, watching mesmerized as Rachael gave the nipple a final tweak.

Carefully and delicately she dragged the little brush downwards quite slowly, scraping the sharp, springy wires over my hard nipple. My mouth opened in shock, then I caught my breath, clenched my lips together and moaned, heaving wildly against the straps as the brush started its second stroke.

“That was just a taster, my darling,” Rachael purred as she adjusted her grip. Now, lets polish up this little nub properly” Still cradling my breast in her cupped hand, Rachael started stroking the brush across the delicate tissue with a steady, agonizing rhythm. She bent her head, intent on her task, always working just one way each stroke starting on the edge of the aureole and finishing on the very tip of my nipple.

The hot kiss of the wire brush removed the top layer of skin in moments. I, unable to do anything to stop the agony, squealed uncontrollably as Rachael carefully worked her way round the whole nipple, flaying the outer skin away to leave a stub of gleaming, raw, slightly bloody flesh.

The Master held my face motionless between his hands as he gazed into my eyes. “So you see, how it will be. On and on, please believe me, we have hardly started you know you will beg for me to stop and take you back to the safety of your husband, why not save yourself so much pain The Master watched the fire of resistance in my eyes and smiled back in eager anticipation of the agony to come.

At The Masters gentle nod, Rachael just teased one fingertip across the red raw tip of my right breast, the feather touch bringing an agonized scream from me, a scream that doubled in pitch and intensity as Rachael used her nails to scrape across the weeping peak of flesh before pinching and rolling the flayed nipple itself.

The Master said, “Now its time for the other nipple” Rachael lifted the soft globe, her lips and tongue working my left nipple to a hard, glistening peak before she positioned the little wire brush.

The Master said, “ You can ask us to stop.”

The first stroke of the little brush elicited a scream of pure agony as Rachael began the slow flaying of my left nipple. Between the squeals of pain, The Master could hear the ticking creak of the leather straps as I heaved and bucked wildly against my restraints.

Five long minutes later, Rachael completed the second circle. I, gasping and panting with the agony I was suffering, forced my head forward to look at the raw weeping tips that were blazing with the pain from the flaying. The Master clenched his fist in a handful of the my hair. “Last chance, just say stop”

The Master watched me as I tried not to cry out as he gripped my hair. Rachael try the cocktail sticks on her nipples this time.

I shook my torso from side to side in a hopeless attempt to avoid Rachael's hands. I felt The Master's fingers digging into my upper arms, holding me arched in position as Rachael held up another thin cocktail stick in one hand. She lifted my right breast so that I could watch my own torture more clearly.

I screamed as I felt the fiery kiss of the point scratching across the raw surface of my nipple. The awful friction went on and on as Rachael deliberately teased and tormented the flayed circle of flesh.

“Time to go a little deeper,” Rachael whispered, carefully positioning the point of the little skewer against the very tip of my nipple. “Just a little twirl.” Rachael spun the skewer to and fro between her finger and thumb, pressing inwards so that the sharp wooden splinter sank into the very peak of the nerve-rich stub.

My screams echoed round the warehouse. The Master signaled with his hand and tRachael's fingers stopped moving, between them the little white stick remained poised, just skewering the tip of my nipple. “It will be worse now, much, much worse I can assure you of that. Imagine what it will be like as Rachael drills that little stick slowly into your breast, twisting and turning it so you feel only pain. Pain you can stop now, just by asking us to stop. If Rachael starts again she wont stop until this breast is finished.” The Master used one hand to stroke the wet, matted hair from my sweat soaked face. “And then, why then we can start on the other one.”

The threat hung in the air, the silence of the chamber only broken by my harsh, heaving breaths and the soft creaking from the leather straps. A few moments passed then the The Master leaned forwards to kiss my flushed cheek. “Go on, Rachael.”

Rachael licked her lips, enjoying the terrified expression on my face as she cupped my breast more fully. Then, she gently twirled her right thumb and forefinger, pressing and turning the cocktail stick into the meat of my breast. The Master watched as my mouth stretched wide, eyes bulging out as every muscle and sinew locked in agonized tension beneath the sweat-slick skin. No sound, not even a breath as I tried to ride the sudden, blazing pain of the wooden skewer. Then a wild, inhuman scream ripped from my throat and I surged up against the straps in a single curve of agony beneath the hot lamps of the torture chamber.

Rachael waited for a moment, waited for the first shaft of pain to pass, then began to twist and turn the skewer very gently. My scream became a series of sobbing grunts and squeals as the woman took me into a world of pain I had never imagined was possible.

Finally, the pain was too much and I fainted, head lolling backwards as I hung against the cruel straps that held me pinned to the torture bars. At The Masters signal Rachael pulled the little stick free, tossing it aside.

“You know, Rachael I suspect we are not going to break her.” The Master smiled quietly at his assistant. He looked back at the figure slumped on the bars. “Meanwhile, Rachael its time to wake this one up You can show me how quickly you can bring her to a climax again and then we must let you work on that other nipple you've prepared so nicely.'

Author's Comments: And work on my other breast they did. At some point I passed out again from the pain. When I awoke I knew what I would find, both my breast had cocktail skewers embedded deep into my breast tissue and rivulets of blood flowed down my breasts. Lets skip ahead to a different way I experienced pain and abuse that day.

The Master said, “You continue to amaze me. You have taken all the pain that Rachael and I can throw at you. But never fear dear there is more. Rachael is now going to concentrate on your clit.” While Rachael sets up for that portion of tonight's event I think I am going to go get me sandwich. I would offer you one but, oh well.”

Rachael slid her finger down my stomach and right into my sopping wet folds, "perfect," she said. "I want to taste you once again before we start." Immediately Rachael's mouth and tongue went to work on me. I was kind of shocked, but then quickly I was consumed by pleasure. Rachael lapped deep inside my pussy, tasting my juices.

I moaned while Rachael had her fill. Then Rachael pulled away, her mouth glistening with juices all around it. She licked her lips, "now let's play with your clit."

Rachael brought over a some sort of stand with a mirror on top. :I want you to be able to see what we are doing.”

I watched in fascination as Rachael began to set up my torture. Rachael attached some long straps to the restraints that held my legs in place. There were small clips at the end of the straps and a cinch to tighten them up. The clips were applied to my outer pussy lips near the top. I cringed a bit as they applied pressure to the outer lips of my pussy. Once attached, Rachael tightened the cinches and I watched as my outer labia was spread painfully wide. The rest of my pussy was clearly exposed, I could see my clit bulging out now at the center of attention, and my inner lips were pulled open a bit naturally and my pussy hole was also gaping just a bit.

Rachael brought up a couple more straps and clamps and attached these to my inner labia, four in total, two for each lip. I had a slightly worried look as Rachael started cinching these straps. I watched in the mirror as my pussy was pulled completely apart, my lips stretched painfully to the sides. My pussy was now gaping open.

Rachael reached into her bag of tricks and brought out a very intimidating looking metal clamp. It was about two inches long and a quarter of an inch wide. She prodded around my clitoris a bit and pulled the flesh around it. She gathered up my exposed clit and pushed the clamp underneath it, with as much of my clitoral hood as she could gather up. Once done, she started tightening the clamp. I winced as I felt my clitoris being isolated and squeezed from below. When I looked into the mirror, my clit was bulging out obscenely.

Rachael then starting flicking my exposed clit. I bounced a bit with each flick of Rachael's fingernail as it slapped against my clit. Then Rachael brought her mouth down again to my pussy and sucked my clit into her mouth. My moans quickly turned to grunts as Rachael started biting into my sensitive nub. I gripped the boards tightly with my hands.

Once Rachael had her fun, she brought up a small white container, it was dental floss. She pulled some out, and carefully tied it around the base of my clit. She then started wrapping it all around the exposed flesh that was there. Over and over she wrapped the dental floss, making it tighter as she went. I could feel the blood being restricted to my clit, and the pulsating of my now incredibly tightly bound nerve bundle. Rachael continued wrapping the floss around until my small clitoris now was squeezed and bound up until it was over an inch or so long, with the very tip of my clit utterly isolated and exposed.

I couldn't help but be scared of what was to come. Surely they were not going to use the wire brush on my clit. At that time The Master returned and observed Rachael's work and said, “ I see she is ready, lets begin.”

I was wrong. Once again I saw the way the lights reflected off the thin wires that formed the bristles of the brush. I opened my mouth and screamed. No. No, not there. You can't do this, please no.

The Master waited until the first shrieks of protest died away. “I fear its time to polish your clit. You thought you had experienced pain when your nipples were polished, Believe me the polishing of your clit will drive you insane with pain. The Master said, “You'll be amazed how much pain you will feel when the steel brush begins to remove layers of skin from your clit.

“Georgia, I would advise you to accept my offer of allowing you to stop. Just say that you want me to stop and you will shortly be back safe with your husband.”

I looked at The Master and started to cry. “I want this, I need this. I have been searching for the intense pain that will drive me wild, that will bring to the heights of ecstasy. I want you to go on, I need you to go on.”

The Master said, “Rachael, lets begin.” My cries turned to a low guttural moan from my mouth that eventually ended up with me saying, I can do this, I CAN do this, I CAN, I CAN do this. I NEED to do this. Oh GAWD, what have I become.

Rachael lowered her face between my legs and started to suck on my clit. Sucking on the protruding tip until there was a hard, one and a half to two inch little cock sticking out from my pussy.

Carefully and delicately Rachael dragged the wire brush downward quite slowly, scraping the sharp, springy wires over the side of my clit-cock. My mouth opened in shock, then I caught my breath, clenched my lips together and moaned, then screamed, heaving wildly against the straps as the brush started its second stroke.

Rachael said, “Now, lets polish up this little nub properly.” The Master said, “Georgia have you ever heard of edging? Where your clit is rubbed until you near an orgasm and then the rubbing is paused until the desire for the orgasm goes away. Then the process is repeated. Since you are a pain slut, I wondered if the pain can can bring you an orgasm?” Rachael placed the wire brush directly on the top of my clit-cock. Just the few wires that were pressing against the tip of my clit-cock were extremely painful.

The Master said, “Rachael get the battery terminal cleaner.” Rachael stepped away and returned with a horrible looking device. A silver metal tube with a hole at one end. Inside the hole was a circular wire brush. The Master said, “ This device is used to clean car battery terminals and should suit our purposes nicely. And not to fear this one has been specially altered to not damage your clit, well not too much.”

Rachael slid the hole of the device toward my clit-cock. I felt the wire brush of the device encircle my clit-cock. The pain was immediately unbearable. “NO, stop it, no more I can't take it. I give. Call my husband” Rachael immediately removed the device from my clit-cock.

I felt so ashamed. I had wanted the ultimate pain. Which I was sure was going to bring me the ultimate orgasm and I couldn't do it. I was NOT truly a pain slut. I started to cry.

The Master came over and started to stoke my cheek, “Now, now there. You have been through a lot and you did well. There is no shame in giving up.”

“But I feel so ashamed at giving up,” I said.

Rachael asked The Master to come with her for a minute and they stepped away.

I was so deflated. This was the first time that I had ever turned down pain and abuse.

The Master came back and stood near me and said, “Rachael has persuaded me to let you go on with what we had planned without us using the battery terminal cleaner. If you want to we will continue. “Oh yes, thank you, thank you Rachael. Please continue.

Rachael approached me with an old fashioned wooden ruler. Quickly she snapped it down right on my clit-cock causing me to howl. *Whack* *Whack* the ruler brutalized me in ways a whip couldn't. *Whack* Rachael slapped my clit-cock several more times until I was shaking and writhing in pain.

Once she was done, I could see my clitoris was a deep red color, partially from the restriction of blood, and the abuse it had received from the ruler. Not to mention the dull ache emanating from the parts of my labia that had been stretched and clamped.

I was breathing deeply trying to calm down as the adrenaline pumped through my veins.

The Master said, This next and last event for the night will be exceedingly painful. It should leave your pussy red and raw.” Rachael held up a round toilet brush, the brush was round and appeared to be 3-4 inches wide. It was obvious where it was heading. Rachael rubbed the plastic bristles against my elongated clitoris, pushing the sharp bristles into my sensitive clit-cock. She then started slapping the brush into my clitoris and stretched open lips. The bristles bit into my delicate flesh as they landed. The pain was quite extreme and I screamed several times.

I bucked my hips a little bit to meet each bristled slap of the brush. My pussy reacted, and gushed with lubricant, even though the pain in my lips was starting to build up from being attached to the clamps.

Rachael slapped my pussy a few more times with a little extra zip, then in one quick motion, she pushed the brush into my gaping pussy. I arched my back a bit as the brush pushed into me. The bristles scraped along the inside of my pussy, certainly opening numerous small sores and then poked into the back wall. Rachael removed her hand from the brush handle and the brush remained deeply buried in my pussy.

I did not cry out, I only moaned and even welcomed the intrusion. Sure, it hurt, but it was the good kind of pain. I never imagined in my life I would be where I was now, having this happen to me, but I was so glad I was.

Rachael waited several moments and then reached for the brush handle and started to fuck my pussy with the brush. Rachael started slow and then began to rapidly fuck my pussy with the brush. She was withdrawing the brush to where it was almost out of my pussy and then rapidly shoving the brush deep into my pussy. I felt the plastic bristles tearing the inside of my pussy apart and I started to scream. Rachael continued to fuck my pussy with the brush and my screams intensified.

“It hurts, it hurt so bad. It hurts, it hurts so GOOD. And then I felt it. Masked by the pain I felt my body shudder in ecstasy. My body started to quiver and I felt the orgasm approaching. The orgasm was like a runaway train, nothing was going to stop it. The pleasure built and built and built and suddenly my body and mind were driven off a mountain cliff. My screams of pain evolved in screams of ecstasy, the ecstasy from a continual orgasm that must have lasted a good two minute. My body was awash in sweat. And then the orgasm subsided and all the muscles in my body went slack and I fainted.

When I awoke The Master and Rachael were standing their grinning broadly. The Master said, “If I hadn't witnessed it myself I wouldn't have believed it. Rachael bent forward and gave me a kiss om the mouth.

Author's Comments: Story is getting too long so I will stop here. I was sore for several weeks after. My nipples scabbed over and my pussy bled on and off for a couple of days.