Thoughts and actions

Chapter 2

Lying there alone she could see nothing, like absolute pure darkness all around her. The machine beeped and as the next contraction began she could feel how much more intense it had become. How she wished she could curl up and elevate this seemingly unending pain. Pain she knew was important, although it lasted but a few fleeting moments in her life, it was having an unimaginably intense impact on her and now here in the dark she was able to truly appreciate it.

She focused more on her breathing and let the intensity wash across her, flowing almost fluidly through her spine and clasping like tight arms wrapped around her stomach. Her eyes where screwed shut and her head hurt from where she had grabbed handfuls of hair but as the pain eased away so did her mind.

Her thoughts ran back to when she was doing this for real, the rush and the confusion and how busy it was, not a moment to sit back and just feel, just let it be what it was so she could truly experience it. She remembered the bright lights and the constant buzzing of noises, voices and machines that grasped at her attentions and when she opened her eyes all that was gone. All was still and quiet as she lay there tethered as she was, but alone, completely alone.

She lay silently waiting for her next one almost eagerly, and as it began she breathed out slowly, letting the waves pass across her without friction. Arching her back as much as she could the pressure seemed to ease and she found no need to grasp at herself or tense up like she had before. She focused on her feet and then her legs almost talking to them, calming her whole being.

As it passed she relaxed completely, a feeling she had not felt in a very long time. This time though the moments between the contractions seemed almost infinitely long, she didn’t feel the need to brace or prepare as she had tried to before but just let them be what they were. She had no idea how long in the dark she lay there, but it seemed to pass as though it were a dream.

A dream that was, until the door opened again. A man appeared with what seemed to be a surgeon’s mask hiding his face from her view.  Bending over her he took the strap from her head off, giving her more room to move then proceeded to untether her legs.

“Get up” he demanded.

Tracy sat up on the bed, letting her legs dangle off the edge, as she did the next contraction began. She tried to curl up slightly to relieve what now felt like an overpowering pain that was racing across her, pounding through her whole system. She didn’t want to focus on him, only on the pain, how she wished for her solitude again.

Grabbing her hair viciously her yanked her up off the bed, the aching in her stomach was peaking as he threw her against the wall, slamming her face hard against the icy cold tiles. She sank to her knees. The pain was excruciating and felt like the intensity of the peak was never going to end. As her knees touched the floor he stood back and from inside his jacket he produced a long cane.

The contraction began to subside and Tracy turned to look her Master in the eyes, it was the only bit of his flesh she could really see, they were dark, appearing almost black but rugged and aged.

She knew what he had planned, she hated him for it, and she had no idea how she was going to bear what he had in store for her. She looked at him, trying to plead for mercy using only her eyes.

Moving forward he whispered in her ear “beg” then took a step back.

“Sir?” she questioned him

“I want to hear you beg” he said as he lashed the cane across his hands. The sound sent shivers down Tracy’s back, the kind that no-one ever likes to feel. He really was sadistic, she didn’t want to beg, and she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her as he was obviously determined to do to her what he had paid to do. On the other hand she did not want him to be as hard and as cruel as he possibly could because she was not obeying his command.

It was a feeling of blind panic that took over when she heard the crop whoosh through the air a second time. It didn’t land on her but the feeling inside it gave her such terror that it may as well have.

“Sir,,, please,,” she said in a rather shaky voice

As the words left her the machine began its next motion, forcing her on her elbows and clenching her body together as though trying to hide from the inevitable agony that was about to ensue.

As her head hit the floor an immense pain was felt, not across her front from the peak as she had expected but across her feet as though they had been sliced open with a knife. The pain made her jolt upwards screaming. As the soles of her feet began to throb the peak from the machine began to crush her and as she curled up again a second lash was delivered across her already tender soles.

“please.no,” she screamed as she straightened herself up again, her hair brushing her shoulders and the sweat beginning to pour from her brow.

The contraction was just beginning to fade as he grabbed her hair and forced her to her now swollen feet.

“Walk” he demanded

Tracy stood there, trying to catch her breath and he pushed her along the wall.

“walk” he said again as he took position in the middle of the room, his cane making lashing sounds against his leg as she began to stumble along the wall. When she reached the corner she turned to him.

“keep going” he said as he made a circular motion with the cane. Tracy knew what he meant and she began to walk around the wall, hugging it tightly so as not to lose her balance.

She had barely made it full circle when the next contraction began, she pushed her face against she wall to brace for the pain daring not to get on her knee’s for fear that he might lash her poor feet again.

“take position” he demanded,

Tracy gritted her teeth, she stood there not daring to move and the pain was intensifying by the second. He came over and grabbed her hair yanking her down to her knees and pushed her cheek against the tiles before stepping back.

As the pain rushed up her spine she grasped her neck, shacking her head se yelled out “ please, no sir, please” but before she could say no again he had lashed at her feet a third time.

She shrieked out in pain trying to look over her shoulder, the tears pouring from eyes and the sweat dripping from her face, smoothing her brow and hair.

A fourth lash soon followed as the contraction took over her senses, and she could feel her feet pounding and swelling.

“Walk” he said, tapping the cane against his legs.

Tracy struggled to her feet slowly

“NOW” He yelled at her and lashed her calf muscles cruelly with the cane sending her back to the ground with a thud.

She gathered herself quickly and got to her feet, beginning her donkey trek around the room. Her face sliding across the tiles and small traces of blood where left behind from her right foot where the cane had cut the skin slightly.

“Please sir, please I beg you” she said with tears rolling down her face. She couldn’t do this, it was too much, it was taking over every sense, strangling every muscle in her body.

“No, please” she begged as the next contraction began and she began to cry.

“Take position” he said calmly

Tracy got to her knees, focusing as much as she could on the contraction, the pain was drowning her but the lash from that cane snapped her back.

“No,,,” she screamed, crying now uncontrollably, her hands wet with her tears and her hair lay about her dripping wet, her stomach crushing inwards as the second lash pierced the air and rattled across her feet.

Torn and breathless she sobbed as she got to her feet; there was no need for him to tell her although he did.

Both feet where bleeding now was she dragged herself along the wall, her wet hands leaving smear marks along the tiles and she pleaded with him the whole time, turning to face him as she pulled herself along.

As the next one started she had made it barely half way around the room this time, she struggled to control her reaction to the ensuing torturous sensation but it was no use.

“assume the position” he bellowed at her, she cringed in agony as she slid down the wall onto her knees,

“Please Sir, Please I beg,,,” she said but before she could finish the sentence he had lashed at her souls again. They rippled with a burning sensation unlike anything she had ever known and her face hit the floor.

“Assume position” he demanded

Tracy struggled back onto her knees as the contraction peaked across her front, writhing inside she gripped her neck as she felt the next lash of the cane on her feet.

“Walk” he said before she had even caught her breath.

Tracy hobbled to her feet, each step she took felt as though she was walking on top of broken glass, thick trails of blood now tracing each step that she took. Crying uncontrollably she begged him for mercy.

“I beg you sir, please, please don’t” she said as she slowly dragged herself across the cold wall, her hands acting like claws, tugging her along, pulling her one tile at a time.

Tapping the cane across his legs she could not see the expression on his face, but his stature was tall and unwavering. She ignored as much as she could the next contraction until she could bare it no longer and began to bend over, she knew she had to get to her knees for him. She knelt on the floor and curled up to ease to pain and screwed her eyes shut, the agony began encircling her body, tearing away at her, but as the pain began to subside she turned to see the room was empty.

Sitting down she set her head to rest against the wall and looked down at her blood soaked feet and the trail of blood which circled the room. She had stopped crying and could now breath, enjoying the silence of the moment.

When the door opened again it clashed against the door stop with a thud and a huge heavily built man came thundering towards her. He was bald but unshaven and was wearing what was once a white string vest, now covered in many stains and the thick black hairs on his chest and shoulders peered over the top.

Pinching her mouth open in the corners he forced something into her mouth, it braced against her teeth forcing her mouth wide open and she looked into his face as he brushed the sweat from his own brow.

Smiling he was, almost laughing as he unzipped his dirty jeans.  Clumsily he fingered with the button and zip on his jeans and pulled them down eagerly, his yellow stained underpants where next to go to his knees. Taking a fat fistful of her hair he yanked her towards him and looked into her face.

“Cry” he demanded

Tracy tried but fear seemed to freeze her up from inside. The next contraction began, so intense and so crippling, like nothing she had felt from the thing before. She closed her eyes tight shut as shooting pains went hurtling through her and as she did. she felt a thud across her face as he slapped her then rammed his soft cock into her mouth.

She could taste it, it was like he hadn’t washed, the smell was putrid and for a fleeting second took her mind off the pain from the contraction which was beginning to peak. She clenched her eyes shut again and she felt a nasty warm liquid begin to fill her mouth. Her stomach clenched from the deep agony of the electricity and it made the gagging reflex rattle through her system, the nasty strong smelling urine was pouring from him and then out of the corners of her mouth.

“Cry” he demanded as he slapped her across the face again.

She had no trouble now, the tears where already filling her eyes, she just couldn’t breathe properly to get that true feeling of release. As the contraction began to subside so did the flow of rich piss coming from him. Slapping her across the face again he began thrusting himself into her mouth even deeper, she could feel his cock swelling inside her mouth. She wanted to bite down on him so hard but as he thrust inside her he slapped her again.

She began to sob, the tears now flowing freely from her and his smile spreading across his face. He took her head in both of his hands and thrust himself inside her while pulling her onto him rhythmically.

When the next contraction began he didn’t stop, he kept the rhythm going and seemed completely oblivious as she moaned louder and louder as the agony persisted to its peak, ramming her onto him so as to control every breath she took, she couldn’t think, she felt as though she were being suffocated. She could feel the tip of him forcing its way down into her throat, blocking her pipe so she couldn’t take in any air. As he pulled back she spluttered and chocked and tried to pull away.

As the contraction died back however the rhythm of his body continued, unfaltering. She focused on the timing; blinking her eyes slightly to remove the tears that blinded her she tried to perfectly time her breathing with the rocking action of his posterior. She had barley mastered taking a breath properly before the next agonizing contraction began. Crippling her up and shooting up into her spine, she couldn’t bite down to clench her teeth and she couldn’t grasp her head as before only her neck. She tried to wriggle from his grasp but he held her firmly in place and his rhythm was constant. As it peaked across her tummy ever tightening and crushing her, she tried lifting her knees slightly upwards to elevate the pressure but her feet slid on the blood soaked floor and the ripple of the burning sensation from her torn soles convulsed up her legs, throwing her breathing into disarray and leaving her struggling to take in any air.

As it died down however she fell back into rhythm with him and calmed slightly as she felt the cool air reach her lungs. His cock thickened in her mouth almost so much that she could no longer open her lips wide enough to take in any air and she could feel the veins along his shaft pulsating on her tongue and lips as she began to work with those huge hands that mastered her movements.

She shuffled her bottom slightly so her legs where almost sideways on so as to not let her feet touch the floor but making sure it allowed her a little room to curl slightly and braced herself for the next contraction.

As regular and as intense as before it began, by now she had counted the motion of his body and was working with it as the echo of the electricity passed across her body. She could take a small breath as he continued to ram himself inside her, as she looked up at him she felt his cock bang hard and deep into her, then her mouth filled with his cream as he exploded inside her just as the contraction reached its peak. She lost her rhythm and gagged on the thick sticky mess as he rubbed himself around inside her mouth, forcing her to swallow some of him, her tongue couldn’t dispel enough from her gapping, aching mouth, while the rest dripped over breasts from her mouth.

He reached down and unchained her hands from her neck as she was coughing and spluttering, and turning her onto her knees, he hooked her hands onto a ringlet in the centre of the room so she was facing the wall. She couldn’t watch him zip himself up, but she heard the bang of the door against the stopper again as he left.

When the door opened again four new men came in with big standing fans. She watched as they placed them in each corner of the room and plugged them in. One of them went over to the sink and placed a hose over the tap and turned it on.

“Kneel up” he demanded as one of the men pulled Tracy to her knees, her face pushed into the floor. One of the other men came forward and wrapped a plastic sheet over her torso to cover the device strapped to her and fastened it up along her front. He paid particular attention to tucking the edges in.

Then he pushed her face firmly onto the ground and pinned her there as one of the other men turned the hose on her. Aiming it at her feet at first she wriggled and writhed in agony, the water pressure tearing at her flesh and the water stinging inside the cuts that where present, she was trying to pull away and as she did the next contraction began.

The other men came forward and took a leg each, holding them firmly apart they pinned her securely as the fourth concentrated the hose over her. The cold water flooded the floor and the pain which by now was so incredibly intense that she could no longer keep quiet and was howling out, trying to pleading for mercy but making no audible sense.

The man with the hose set it down, just as her contraction was peaking across her front. She felt relief as she could breathe through this moment, her breath blowing the water that lay on the floor in front of her mouth up in small spatters.

As it subsided she could feel more liquid being poured over her, it was orange and smelled like hospitals tend to, like TCP. He took a sponge and rubbed the foul stuff into her feet, it stung so much but she couldn’t move because the others held her too tightly. Splashing some over her face and what was showing of her upper torso he went back to the sink for hose.

Turning the pressure up he turned it back onto Tracy, the spray hit her flesh hard and bounced back up, so she could also feel the gentle splash of the rebounds on her thighs and shoulders. The water on the floor got deeper and she clenched her eyes shut and tried to bite down on the vice like object that was still lodged in her mouth, keeping her jaw wide open.

One of the men reached around under her, lifting her chest slightly off the floor to cup her swollen cold breast and pinched her nipple sharply. The other did the same and she tried to cry out, she tried to scream but her jaw was clamped open and was aching so much that just a dull noise emanated from her. The man with the hose bent down and directed the hose over her breasts, making sure to direct the flow directly over her red erect nipples. As he did this the men concentrated on pulling and pinching them, twisting them between their fingers and thumbs, sending spikes of pain up her neck.

As her next contraction began she curled her toes and writhed to get into a more comfortable position, it was so engulfing now, twisting her insides like a cloth being wrung out, she tried to lift her head but he pushed back against her, finding her voice she called out incoherently as the wringing of her body edged its way around to her front. The more she tried to move the harder they tugged at her now sore, swollen nipples, squeezing her breasts tightly, crushing them tightly, and pushing them against her rib cage. The man with the hose moved it away, splashing it for a few seconds on her face as her peak began to subside.

Moving around her back end he directed the hose onto her anus, the men holding her legs clipped them securely into rings nearby and used their free hand to now pull her buttock cheeks wide apart exposing her crevice and the hosepipe was focused directly over her anal opening. They jerked her nipples and squeezed ever more tightly, they were now quiet hardened and tender, it seemed never ending the hose was directed in such a way, so as to be ever more intrusive. One of the men bit sharply into her shoulder, not so as to break the skin but the pain felt as though she were being stabbed with a sharp serrated kitchen knife. Her flesh was so tense and cold from the water, goose bumps where visible all across her flesh. As he let go the other man bit her other shoulder and tugged vigorously on her breast, sending waves of anguish into her brain as her next contraction began.

The hose was being moved inward and outward in a pulsating fashion and the men where now biting her all over what exposed flesh they could find, even her face. Hard enough to bruise, but not hard enough to break the skin and the intense contraction seemed to cripple her mind so all she could do was attempt to scream into the wet cold floor.

As the contraction peaked, both men put more energy into their breast grasps, her nipples felt like they were being torn from her body and her knees ached from being pinned so tightly to the ground.

As the electric faded through her system their grips loosened and she was allowed to breath, panting was what it had turned to, her tongue out, her mouth felt so dry inside, she needed a drink, and she tried desperately to lap what trickles of water she could from the floor.

The men loosened their grip on her anus and fondled under her tummy down to her vagina and she felt them grabbing at her labia. Taking it in turns they pulled and pinched her cliterous, snapping it in their fingers as callously as they were doing her nipples. Tracy tried so desperately to shake them off, just for a brief second, she needed a relief, a way to breath, to just be, to just have a moment, to think, to clear her mind, just for a second………

The more she struggled the harder they tugged and she cried out continuously, a scream almost for every breath she could muster, her face stained with her tears and her hair was now sticking to her cheeks.

The man with the hose moved down now and after balancing for a moment directed the flow directly over her cliterous and vaginal opening. The freezing cold water made her brace sharply as the water pressure seared into her flesh. The other men held her tightly and securely as her contraction began. No thoughts but the pain could make it into her head, her mouth was so dry and it made her cries dull and muffled, every inch of her body seemed almost like it was on fire and every yard of her insides felt as though they were being churned up in some sort of meat grinder.

As the peak subsided the men ceased their torture of her and got up. Each of them went over to a fan and turned it on, the cold air rushed over her already frozen body and she slumped to the floor in a heap, trying desperately to pull her knees as close together and toward her torso as the ankle tethers would allow.

The one with the hose swept it around the edges of the room to wash away the blood and used the pressure to guide it to the drain point on the floor. The water covered every inch of the floors surface making the tiles glisten. She began to shiver in a crumpled pile on the floor, the man who had had the hose came over and removed the clamp from her mouth, she relaxed her sore aching jaw closed and moved it around trying to settle the pain of the stretched muscles around her mouth and they left the room, letting the door close softly behind them.

Lying there alone for a moment she felt the embrace of silence again. So enjoyable was it now that she wished for it for eternity. Closing her eyes she tried to block out that medical white light from the florescent bulbs overhead, and as her head became silent she could make out the light humming from the electricity passing through the strip lighting above.

Her next contraction ad already begun when the entrance to the room was disturbed again.

A man and a woman appeared they were casually dressed, like the sort you’d see out at a shopping centre.  Tracy could barely take notice as the contractions where now so immensely strong it was all she could do to scream aloud at each and every one.

As she writhed on the damp floor, the two surveyed her. The woman softly caressed Tracy’s thighs and ran her fingers in between her but butt cheeks gently. The contraction began to peak and Tracy struggled to breath and find her focus, her stomach was hardening as the muscles tensed up again and as they did the woman slipped her finger into her Tracy’s anal opening. It didn’t hurt but it was so uncomfortable, she tried to wriggle away but her finger just followed every motion of her body until the contraction began to subside and Tracy’s breathing returned to a more regular pace.

He ankles where untethered by the lady as the man went around the room and turned off the fans.

“You must be freezing” he said as he pushed them back out of the door.

“Please don’t hurt me, please” Tracy begged, they seemed nice, like they might actually listen to her and give her poor tortured body and mind a rest from this incessant agony.

“Sssshhhhhh” the lady said as she hitched up her skirt exposing her sex, her pubic hairs thick and dark nestled between her legs, she made her way in front of Tracy and settled her legs either side so she could push her bush right into Tracy’s face. She grabbed the back of Tracys head and thrust her face onto her.

“please me” she asked

Tracy had never touched a woman like that before, she stuck out her tongue and buried her face deep into her. She could taste her, sweet and pleasant, she used her tongue to trace the outside and inside of her labia and ran it in small circles over and around her cliterous. She had never done this before but she had enjoyed receiving it many times before and she knew what she liked.

The lady lay back and Tracy could hear the sounds of enjoyment emanating from her, she felt good, like she was achieving something.

As the next contraction began the man had positioned himself behind her and pushed himself inside her. She could feel his hard erect penis as it glided smoothly inside her pussy but as the contraction took over she stopped what she was doing and focused on her breathing.

The woman grabbed Tracy’s hair and yanked her hard onto her

“Who said you could stop” she yelled, Tracy hadn’t even realised she had stopped, she had focused on simmering the pain down in her own head that all thoughts of other things had escaped her. The hard cock inside her was uncomfortable and the rhythmic banging of his body against hers made the agony of the contraction bellow through her spine in waves.

As the pain peaked she screamed, the lady pushed her face deeper into her pussy, muffling the sounds that tried to escape. She couldn’t breathe, pubic hairs scratched at her face while the taste of the lady got stronger. The man grasped her hips tightly and rammed himself into her, thrusting inside her hard and fluidly.

As the contraction subsided he pulled out and walked around to the lady, kissing her and fondling her breasts. She lay back and enjoyed Tracy’s attention on her as he knelt over her, pushing his bum into Tracy’s face.

“Me now” he said as he pushed his anal opening right up to her. Tracy grimaced at the thought of going there, but she pulled away from the lady and pushed her tongue right onto his hole. He pushed toward her so she could get a better taste and she pushed her tongue further in, she could taste him, the filth of it made her want to puke. She could feel the wrinkles in the skin of the opening and focused her attention here, moving her tongue around and dipping inside on occasion.

The next contraction came quickly and strongly, as she moaned in pain the man got up and went behind her pushing his cock deep inside her again. The women settled back into position from before and Tracy had no choice but to try to continue to pleasure her as he was forcing himself inside her from behind. All the while the contraction was getting stronger and more over powering. Working its way around her front and grinding her insides, his thick shaft made moving or focusing on the pain so hard and Tracy just screamed through it, muffled though she was deep inside the lady’s pussy.

The lady was grasping her hair, holding her head so every millimetre of her cunt was touching some part of Tracy’s face but her tongue could not do its job, She was screaming out in pain and no one was bothered, no-one tried to console her, every person had their own agenda for being in that room.

By the time the contraction had started to subside she was crying loudly, tears falling down her face, Her body was warmer than before but it made no difference and provided little comfort.

The couple moved around and she lay on the floor in front of Tracy. The man got on his knees and she lay beneath him, putting his cock which was still wet and covered in Tracy, into her mouth and the lady began sucking and tasting, licking all trace of her from him. He pinched Tracy’s still sore mouth and began to kiss her. His tongue fondling hers and sounds of pleasure emerged from them both.

Tracy’s pussy was throbbing and open from his invasion, her labia was still sore where the previous men had pulled and tugged on it, so it felt as though they were flapping in the wind, stretched and torn. He kissed her incessantly and passionately until her next contraction made its appearance.

As before he went up behind her and pushed himself inside her and the woman took position. Tracy tried to please her, she really did. As the pain grew in intensity she tried to focus on what she was doing but the pain overcame her quickly and soon she was writhing in agony as before. The woman again grabbed her head and forced her face onto her wet, sticky pussy and the man banged himself inside her so hard that Tracy felt as though she was going to burst open. The lady began laughing as the man leant over Tracy and the lady sat up to kiss him as Tracy twisted up in agony between them.

As she began to calm again inside they both moved again, the lady positioned herself so she lay directly on top of Tracy pinning her to ground flat. The man tethered her ankles tightly and checked how tight the clips where around her wrist before moving behind him, with his partner.

She could feel gentle movements and hear the woman moaning in delight as he was doing whatever he was doing to her. The weight of the lady crushed her chest and forced Tracy to alter her breathing to compensate. She felt as though she were really being crushed and for a few moment began to panic and tried to move, tried to get the weight off of her but the lady was well balanced and secured herself in place as she continued in her pleasure.

It was all she could do to gain some focus when the next one began. The pain surged up inside her and the weight of the woman increased it. Her inability to move or breathe made focusing so hard but at least he wasn’t inside her this time, at least she could turn her head and feel the rush of air getting into her lungs as she tried to calm herself down. Screaming out un-muffled her voice echoing in the room but falling on deaf ears.

The tears streamed down her face as the pain began to subside, her heart was beating so fast and every atom in her body was echoing, her mind racing with the utter confusion that was filling her mind. All the while the couple where moaning in pleasure above her, their body’s moving in tandem, the ladies hair brushing against Tracy’s face, she could feel it sticking to her face, dampening in the tears that seemed to constantly pour from her eyes.

Panting beneath them she could feel each movement, her ribs being crushed into the floor now felt sore and bruised. Another wave of the machine began and their passions continued as Tracy cried for help beneath them. Just as the pain reached its limit the man moaned alongside Tracy in chorus, she could feel the movement stop and rolled in relief as the weight from on top of her ceased as they got up. Tracy watched them through the wet straggles of hair that clung across her face, the man lifted his partner up onto the side near the sink and was kissing her lovingly all across her neck as she giggled. He reached for some tissues and tenderly began wiping her over.

Tracy was relieved now, she could move slightly and breathe and find her rhythm again, she knew it wouldn’t be long before the next contraction and every ounce of her being began to wish she had never signed that damn piece of paper.

The man was kissing his partners toes when Tracy looked up next, she had composed herself now and was relaxing in a heap on the floor where they had left her tethered. She began to imagine being that woman, being the one who wasn’t in the mess, the one who wasn’t feeling that unimaginable pain, her being the one who could make love to her partner over the body of the suffering and still find that amount of pleasure As her mind began to drift away that time came around all too quickly and the extreme intensity made her scream out,

“please, please take this off, let me go” she begged, the tears rolled down and accentuated the sincerity in her voice, she had had enough and all she wanted to do now was go home.

The lady looked over at her, her partner lifted her off the surface and kissed her cheek. She walked over to Tracy and kissed her cheek.

“Thank you” she whispered in her ear, turned and left.

The pain engulfed her and she screamed out over and over

“Let me out, I want to go home,, NOW” she sobbed, grasping the clips that held her in place she tried to uncouple herself. She writhed on the floor, trying desperately to remove the device, just nudge it, make it stop, somehow, anyhow, she didn’t care now, she just wanted the whole thing to stop.