Then she showed him the large black dildoe she withdrew from her desk drawer. It was at least a foot long and about as big around as her arm. She reminded him about how he had used his own cock on her when she had been his prisoner. This thing was much bigger, but she explained that it was the only one she could find on such short notice.

He knew better. She had probably had the thing made to her very own special specifications.

He listened as she described the variation on the bamboo torture he had used so often on others which was to be his fate.

She reminded him that a bamboo plant would grown as many inches in one day as a typical child would grow in ten years. He already knew that, for it was a fact he had often used to torture recalcitrant prisoners into capitulating to his desires.

His normal approach was to tie a prisoner spread eagle over a sharpened bamboo stake. As the shoot grew up, the prisoner would struggle to lift himself off the ground until muscles failed. At full stretch the plant would begin growing through the prisoner. A long, slow, painful death waited unless the prisoner agreed to do the Commandant's bidding.

She showed him the bamboo plant growing in the middle of the courtyard. It was in sunshine all day, and quite capable of growing several feet.

It was now chopped off at waist level, and blunt on the top. She dropped the huge dildoe over the top. The green shoot looked truly obscene support hit the hard packed earth. It was far worse than he had ever imagined.

The guards on either side held him up, and forced him to walk, one painful step after another over to the post. Already the bamboo had grown to the point where the tip of the dildoe now just graced his helpless crotch as he balanced precariously on his toes.

They held him in place for the hour it took for the shoot to grow another several inches and force the intruder up his stretched rectum. When they left him alone, he was helplessly impaled, his

legs stretching out towards the ground trying to force his body upward as far as possible.

He was left to savor his pain. She walked around him, making him describe every few minutes how his poor feet felt. She made him tell her how it felt to have the cock head pushing its way up into his body.

She made him coo like a woman in heat as he was slowly, implacably invaded. He pleaded with her, begged to do anything she wanted, promised her everything he could think of as the plunderer bottomed out and began to lift him off the ground.

He realized he now had a simple choice to make. He could relax his abdominal muscles and rectal muscles and let the bamboo slowly force its blunt headed end up into his body. He would die, but it would probably take several days of agony before he finally lost consciousness.

His other choice would be to grasp his intruder tightly and let it lift him off the ground. He would have to tighten his grip until he was firmly held on the huge black monster, holding on tighter than any whore in heat had ever grasped her lover's cock.

Could he hold on until Trisha decided he had enough? Did he even want to live that badly? with the black monster at its upper end.

The boots were truly as terrible as she had described. It took over an hour to get them laced to her satisfaction. The boots were stiff enough to hold his legs so they could not be bent, even though he knew he would soon not dare to bend them anyway. The steel corset bit into his middle, keeping him short of breath and his upper body locked into a rigid poise.

He was forced to stand up, and he screamed as the four sharp steel points which would be his main means of Trisha saw the answers in his eyes even as he clenched his ass cheeks together and began to prepare himself for his ride. She laughed at him as she proceeded to raise the stakes even higher.

She took two long pieces of very thin steel wire and wound one end of each wire around each of his testicles. The other ends ran down