Chapter 9
The session at the frat house turned into an overnight affair. Janet left the following morning with the promise her services would be used again soon. Balling with these younger men had been exciting and fun.
It was 9:30 by the time she returned to Harvey's apartment. He was still asleep. Janet took advantage by lying down for a quick nap. The boys had kept her awake most of the night.
She was roughly awakened by Harvey at eleven.
"Sleep on your own time, not mine!" he snapped. "Get dressed! I need you for a special job."
She showered and dressed, hurrying to avoid Harvey's anger if she delayed. She managed to squeeze in a quick cup of coffee. Fifteen minutes later, they were in Harvey's silver Continental driving through the Lincoln Tunnel into New Jersey. It took them about an hour to reach an impressive suburban home in Short Hills.
Looking over the group, Janet guessed it was some kind of a pimp's convention. There were six other men, black and white, with one of their women. All of the girls were made to strip. From the conversation, she guessed it was going to be some kind of a contest. Thousands of dollars were being bet on the outcome.
The seven girls were herded into a converted gymnasium. Fourteen strands of rope dangled down. At End of each rope was a nipple ring. Their arms were tied across their chests underneath their tits. The rings were fastened to the nipples. Curved twin dildos were stuffed into their cunts and assholes. They had to stand on their toes to relieve the strain on the sensitive nodes.
Each of the pimps picked up a cat-o'-nine tails. They shifted positions so that no pimp flogged his own girl.
The vibrators were turned on and the pimps began to flog the girls.
Janet's cunt reacted to the lascivious pulsations of the vibrator's initial throbs. She closed her eyes in anticipation of the first blow to be delivered on her back.
SHWAPP! the lashes whistled through the air and struck her across her croup. She squeezed her eyes in a tight shutter. The first blows of any beating were always the worst.
The vibrating dongs in her holes were filling the confined erogenous spaces with voluptuous throbs. She welcomed the tantalizing vibrations. It helped to counteract the excruciating pain from the lashes.
SHWAPP! SHWAPP! Two quick blows slashed across her tender flesh. One cut across her buttocks, the second blow caught her across the small of her back. Janet fought to keep her body from flinching too much. The nipple rings were digging into the sensitive tips. Any excessive move created extreme pain.
She glanced to her left to see how that girl was faring. The girl's face was twisted in agony. Her body was swaying slightly and the rings were pulling on the nipples.
Janet knew that limited movement would reduce the pressure on her nipples. She tried to keep her extended frame from swaying too much.
One of the girls screamed out in agony. "My tits, my ts!" she shrieked. "Stop, stop! They're going to rip off!" Her cry rose to an hysterical shout.
"One down, six to go!" a pimp declared.
SHWAPP! SHWAPP! Janet's back felt the sting of two sharp lashes. She pressed her nails into her back to take her mind off the pain. Her teeth dug into her lower lip to increase her distraction from the severe whipping.
The vibrations grew stronger in her holes. Thousands of prickling needle-like sensations pierced the erogenous muscles. The feeling filtered through her flesh, radiating through her body. Her buttocks felt as though it had fallen asleep. A cutting blow from the lashes helped to wake her ass up.
Two more girls screamed out their surrender. Janet was determined to beat out the remaining three contenders.
A groan of ecstatic anguish trickled from her lips. "Ohhmmmm!" Her venereal entrails were rocked with two quick orgasms. The muscles in her calves were tightening up from the strain of standing on her toes.
She was waiting for the moment when the excruciating pain would push her over the threshold into ecstatic oblivion.
A warm sticky moisture coated her back. The cruel lashing had opened her flesh. She was aware of an erogenous soggy sensation in her teat. Some of it managed to trickle past the phallic impaction. Janet felt the escaped come moving down her thighs in a slow dribble.
The strain on her legs were too much. Janet relaxed for a moment and the rings pulled on her tit nipples. She endured the pain, biting her lip. The brief respite of relaxation helped her to absorb two more strokes from the nine tails.
She resumed the position when two vicious strikes caught her on the asscheeks. Rising up on her toes, Janet continued to absorb the punishing whippings.
Her vaginal and rectal sheaths were numb. The needle-like drilling had dulled all sensations. She had lost track of the orgasms she had. Only the tormenting slashes from the whip occupied her mind.
Two more girls dropped out, screaming for their release.
It became a challenge now to Janet. Would she be able to outlast her rival? She turned her head to look at her opponent. The girl's face was ashen. She gave Janet an apprehensive look. In that moment, Janet knew if she could hold out a little longer, she would win!
All she needed was the transition from pain to ecstasy. "More, more" she shouted. "Beat me, beat me! Harder, harder!" she urged.
Her exhortation had a twofold purpose. Her first reason was a psychological one. She wanted the other girl to think she could endure more pain. The second reason was to induce the ecstatic sensation of feeling pain.
The remaining pimps urged the other two men to beat the girls harder. Janet trembled with rapture as the pain changed to a voluptuous thrill. More juices seeped through her cuntal walls as her loins exploded with exhilerating orgasms. Her senses were filled with erotic intoxication.
She tried to restrain herself from writhing too much. The rings were pulling on her nipples. The sweet sensual repature that coursed through her tortured frame was heavenly.
"I give up, I give up! No more, no more!" the other girl cried out.
"I win, I win!" Harvey shouted triumphantly.
The beating continued. Janet was oblivious to the pain. She savored her victory. The money she had won for Harvey was secondary. Her elation was in enduring more pain than the other girls.
Harvey stopped the pimp from beating her.
"I'll give you ten thousand and two of my girls for her," one of the pimps offered Harvey.
"Are you kidding? This kid is a gold mine!" he replied.
The plugs were removed from her two holes. When her nipples were freed from the rings, Janet resumed a normal stance. Her body was a mass of tingles.
Her lower trunk and legs seemed to be void of any sensation. Janet's knees buckled and she fell down in a seated position. She had bitten her lips and she tasted her blood. The lip had swelled.
With the ordeal over, Janet was acutely aware of excruciating pain. Every nerve fiber in her body cried out in agony. She made an effort to rise. No one offered to help her up.
There was a shower-room off the gymnasium. She joined the other girls to wash up. This time there was no special ointment to take care of the bleeding welts. Janet knew she would bear the ugly strips on her back for the rest of life.
"How the hell can you take such a beating?" one of the girls asked. "You must really dig that scene!"
Janet shrugged. "You know what it's like hustling! If you don't make it, your man beats the shit out of you. Sometimes, it's worse than getting a beating from someone else! Eventually, you get used to it."
Some of the other girls nodded.
Janet adjusted the water to a tepid temperature. That didn't help much! The spray of the water aggravated the stinging pain of the open wounds. She jumped out of the shower, wincing and making little sounds of anguish.
"I have a small jar of vaseline in my purse. I keep it handy for the guys that dig Greek style. For what it's worth, I can smear your back with it," a girl offered. Janet was grateful for the offer.
The group dressed and returned to the room with the pimps.
"Take off your clothes!" the pimp who owned the girl that lost to Janet, ordered.
"But I just got dressed!" she replied with a hint of a whine in her voice.
"I don't give a damn!" he snarled. His face was a dark scowl.
The girl recognized the warning signs. Her clothing was shedded in record time.
"Get down on your hands and knees!" he snapped. She assumed the position.
"Okay! You can wet her down!" he announced to the other pimps.
They unzipped their flies and peed on the girl's back.
Janet saw the look of humiliation on the girl's face. She could appreciate the emotional reaction to this act. The girl emitted a low groan of pain. Her raw wounds were irritated by the acid in the urine.
The other girls watched the degradation of one of their sisters in trade. Their faces mirrored their empathetic responses.
The lashes were handed out to the pimps. Each of them took turns in beating the unfortunate girl. She screamed out, her voice a hysterical plea.
"Please, please, Mickey! No more, no more! You're killing me! I won't be able to move or turn any tricks. Have a heart! You're killing me!" she screamed tearfully.
"You no-good bitch!" he cursed. "I lost two thousand dollars on accounta ya! I'm gonna get my money's worth outta ya hide even if it kills ya!"
This was a savage unwarranted attack. Janet knew the poor girl would be unable to take much more punishment.
"For Chris's sake, Harvey! Stop it before he kills her," Janet pleaded.
He turned angry eyes on her. "Mind your own fucken business!" he snarled. "It serves her right for losing. You could be there in her place! And if you don't shut up, I can arrange it for you!"
She backed up, trying to withdraw and become less conspicuous. Trying to assert any rights would be a disaster. Janet had no wish to change places with the unfortunate victim.
A woman came running into the room. Janet had never seen her before. "Cops!" the woman announced. "I locked the door! Hurry, hurry!"
The merciless beating stopped at the announcement. For a brief moment, everyone was immobilized.
"Is there a way out of here?" a black pimp asked.
"Sure!" the owner of the house replied. "But they'll be looking for us to duck out. Look, we'll all go upstairs and sit down at the card table. The broads will wait down here. Peggy, here, will wait to make sure the coast is clear. Then you broads hit the road! You're on your own getting back to the city."
Janet hurried to help the abused girl to her feet. She helped the tearful sobbing figure to dress.
"Here!" Harvey handed Janet a stack of bills. "There's ten thousand dollars there. Don't lose a cent of it! I'll see you back at my place."
Janet stuffed the bills into a purse. She was concerned with the tragic figure she helped to dress.
The seven pimps went upstairs. Janet stood waiting. She was fearful they would be discovered. She had never been arrested. The thought of being arrested with Harvey's money in her purse frightened her.
They couldn't hear any sounds from above. Apprehension shown on their faces. Peggy stepped outside of the house. She returned in a few seconds.
"When you take off, scatter! Don't all stick together! You'll stick out like a sore thumb! Seven sorry looking broads!" Peggy said.
"Stick with me!" Janet said to the suffering girl.
She half dragged, half carried the girl. There was a large hedge in back of the house and Janet pulled her through it. "My name's Janet! What's yours?"
"Ohhrrr!" The girl groaned. "Donna!" she gasped. "I don't think I can make it!"
"Sure, you can, Donna!" she assured her. "There's a road over there. It has to lead to a house. We'll make it to a house and tell them you were hurt. Then we'll call for a cab and get the hell out of this place."
Janet staggered, supporting the dragging body. They hurried to the road and found a house. A man answered the door. Hearing Janet's concocted story, he wanted to call the police. She insisted on calling a cab only. Reluctantly, he called the cab company.
He helped Janet put Donna into the cab. Donna groaned in agony. Her tortured body made sitting in the cab difficult.
"Hey! She ain't gonna get sick in the car or give birth, is she?" the cabbie asked anxiously.
"Don't worry!" Janet answered. "She had a little accident."
"You want me to drive ya to a hospital?"
"No! Just take us to the New York side of the Lincoln Tunnel!" Janet ordered.
"What? Are you kidding?"
She pulled a hundred dollar bill from her purse and tore it in half. "When you drop us off in New York, you can have the other half."
"For this kind of dough, I'd take you to the moon!" he answered.
"Just get us to New York, huh?
He accelerated and the car lurched forward. Donna emitted a series of agonized groans.
"Hang tough, Donna!" Janet encouraged. "Once we get to the city, we'll take care of you."
"Thanks, Janet! I appreciate what you're doing for me!"
"It's the least I can do! After all, if I hadn't won, you wouldn't be in the situation you are in now!" Janet said.
As the car sped towards New York, a crazy thought came to Janet. What could Harvey do to her if she ripped him off? She had ten thousand dollars of his money! That was more than enough for a stake! She could leave New York and go someplace else. She could even take Donna along with her!
What the hell! A lot of hookers became madames and made a fortune! Why couldn't she?
The more she thought about it, the more the idea appealed to her.
After they visited a docor, she would broach the idea to Donna. As for going back to their apartments to pick up some personal things, the hell with that! They could always pick up new ones later.
Janet smiled. She was looking forward to her new career.