Chapter 4
"From the appearance of your backside, it seems that you absorbed quite a beating. Just how much pain do you think you can take?" he asked her.
Their eyes met and she studied his face for some indication of what he contemplated. She was unable to detect any idea of how serious he was.
This was a moment of truth for her. She could turn him down and probably incur Harvey's wrath. Or, she could accept Calude's challenge and possibly receive a worse beating than the one Harvey had given her!
Maybe something more painful!
She recalled the thrilling transition from pain to ecstasy during the beating Harvey had given her. There was also her desire to be present during a sex orgy.
She smiled at him. "Take your best shot!" she invited.
"Good! I'm glad you accepted. I think you'll be a perfect candidate for my party," he answered. "Any time you're ready, we'll start!"
He brought her into the living room and had her stretch out on a low coffee table. Her wrists and ankles were shackled to the legs of the table.
"I prefer to have my applicants work without a gag. It's more exciting when they scream out in pain. However, my neighbors would take a dim view of someone screaming. So for the time being, we'll use a gag."
He brought out a cardboard box and withdrew a rubber ball with straps dangling from the sides. The ball was pressed into Janet's mouth and strapped about her face. Her mouth was stretched by the rubber insert.
A U-shaped vise appeared next. Claude inserted the sides into her cunt and began twisting the adjusting screw on the top. The expanding flanges parted her cuntal lips. She felt the pressure on her dilated pussy. This was worse than the session with the make-believe doctor!
She wriggled her hips and shook her head in a gesture of protest. Muffled grunts filtered past the gag. He continued to stretch her cunt until she thought he would rip her open. He stopped.
Claude removed a large paint brush with soft camel's hair bristles. He inserted the tip into the gaping snatch. Janet wriggled her hips as the soft bristles tickled the sensitive walls of her quim.
The sensation was an erotically piquant tickle. She squirmed to counteract the voluptuous tantalizing effect of his brushing. The contact of the titillating brush strokes produced a more devasting result than the vibrators. It was driving her wild with tortured ecstasy.
Her body writhed in frantic erratic twists making the table shake and creak. "MmmfffI Mmmmffff!" Janet's muffled protests dribbled past the gag.
"Ahhh, my dear!" Claude exclaimed. "You show potential as a perfect subject. Now for the other tests!"
He removed two brass rings from the box. Opening them, he fitted them on to her'nipples. Her tits were still sore from the alligator clips. A little yelp of pain erupted from her throat and was lost in the gag.
Janet's shackles were loosened and Claude led her to a doorway. A metal bar spanned the framework. Dangling from the bar were two cords. The cords were fastened to the rings and pulled taut. Janet's wrists were handcuffed in front of her.
The cords fastened to the rings exerted a painful strain on her nipples. She found, by standing on her toes, she could alleviate some of the pressure. The metal wedge was still stretching her cuntal lips.
A thick object was shoved up into her ass. It must be some kind of a dildo, she thought. The sensitive lips of her sphincter were stretched to the limit. She could feel the pressure radiating along her perineum, from her asshole to her cunt. Christ, she thought! This guy is trying to extend the split from my ass to cunt!
She heard the whistle of the lashes as Claude swung a multi-thong whip across her back. Janet strained to keep herself on her toes as the whip struck her back. Her body jerked at the blow. She felt a tug on her nipples and she winced in pain.
SPLATT! SPLATT! Two more blows cut into the tender white skin of her back. A criss-cross of red welts appeared.
SPLATT! Cruel thongs sliced across her tortured flesh. Red hot pain jabbed into her brain. Her face was a deep crimson as she strained to scream out in agony. The cords stood out on her neck. Janet bit into the rubber ball trying to transfer the pain to the ball.
SPLATT! The lashes were wielded with practiced skill. Over and over, the leather strips landed on her bruised flesh. Each vicious blow delivered was like a branding iron applied to the soft tender skin. She didn't know how much longer she could endure the punishment.
In the dimness of her mind, Janet had a mild sensation of moisture on her back. Oh, Jeezus! she swore silently. I'm bleeding! He's cut me open! I hope to hell I get out of this alive! If this is a sample of the qualifying test, I wonder what the real thing is like!
SPLATT! SPLATT! Several times the whip landed across her bruised ass. Janet tried to concentrate on the pain threshold. She clenched her fists in a tight squeeze and bit into the rubber ball. Anything to divert attention from the pain!
Her calves were growing stiff from the strain of standing on her tiptoes. She relaxed for a brief moment. The rings pulled on her nipples, sending a new pain through her body. Janet quickly bounced up on her toes again.
SPLATT! SPLATT! Janet absorbed the continued punishment. Her senses were dulled by the excessive beating. The intense pain leveled out. She felt a mild agitation stirring in her loins. She became aware of the transformation of pain to pleasure.
Deep in her venereal entrails, she felt the orgasmic turbulence stirring. She wanted to cry out and tell Claude how thrilling the beating was. She wanted to tell him about the voluptuous pulsations in her cunt. That damn gag prevented any outcry!
The flogging of her back stopped. Janet was relieved the beating was over. Her back felt raw and she wondered if she would be scarred for life. The flesh throbbed from the merciless beating. The warm blood oozing from the cuts helped to soothe the pain a little.
"I've got something to help ease the pain and reduce heavy scarring," Claude told her. "Better bite on that gag! It's going to sting a little!"
Sting a little was an understatement! Hysterical agonizing screams tore at her vocal chords. Her cries were muffled by the gag. She still managed to emit a decent cry of pain. Not loud enough to arouse any neighbor's interest but sufficient enough to give a demonstration of her agony.
Janet bounced up and down on her toes. The rings dug into her nipples adding to her tortured torment. Her head swiveled from side to side in frantic protest. She prayed for the session to end. If it didn't stop soon, Janet was certain she would go crazy from the intense pain.
As though in answer to her prayers, Claude released her tits from the cruel rings. He pulled the thick plug out of her ass and loosened the vise in her cunt.
Her ass and teat throbbed with a dull ache from the prolonged stretching. She was concerned about any damage to the twin venereal holes.
"I think you're going to be just what we need for our party," Claude said. He opened the handcuffs.
"Take a break. Lie down on my bed and I'll get you a shot of brandy," he offered. "That should perk you up for the other tests."
Janet stretched out on the bed, face down. She doubted if she could take anymore. The brandy he brought her warmed her insides. The biting amber liquid helped to revitalize her in some measure. She was spent physically and mentally.
"I have two more tests and that should do it!" he told her. A groan of despair escaped her lips.
He chuckled. "It's not quite that bad! Who knows you might find it enjoyable. The last girl I had, did!"
"I can hardly wait!" Janet answered in mild sarcasm.
Claude laughed. "At least you haven't lost your sense of humor. That's good!"
'I may lose my mind yet,' Janet replied in silent observation! A t least, I still have my sense of humor!
He brought her into the bathroom She caught sight of the enema bag suspended from the shower door above the bathtub. A slight shudder of repulsion swept over her.
Her last remembrance of having an enema was when she was a child. It wasn't a pleasant experience then. It wasn't going to be a good one now! The only consolation she had was this experience wasn't going to be too painful.
Janet was instructed to get down on her hands and knees in front of Claude. He was seated on the toilet bowl. Her legs were grasped at the thighs and pulled up towards his laps. She remained upside-down, resting on her elbows.
Her splayed legs rested across his thighs with her ass easy access for his pleasure. He parted her buttocks, inserting the nozzle into her asshole. Janet grimaced in displeasure as the tube slid into her rectum.
He reached between his legs, searching for her cunt. The minor discomfort of the tube in her asshole was counteracted by the teasing stimulation of her twat.
His fingers captured her clitty and strummed across the venereal papule in a rhythmic rub. The massage lasted for a few minutes. Just enough to start the juices flowing in her cunt and relax her!
Claude shifted and she heard the metallic click releasing the stream of water. The warm soapy water gushed into her ass and she felt the pressure building up. Her stomach felt like a balloon filling up with air. She had a strong urge to move her bowels. From the aesthetic sense, she found the enema worse than the beatings.
Having a cock or some other phallic instrument shoved up the ass gave one a temporary feeling of having to shit. The enema did make one shit! The pressure and the need to void her bowels increased.
"How much more is there?" she wanted to know. There was anxiety in her voice. She squeezed her eyes shut in order to bear the cramps-like condition pressing on her bowels.
The removal of the nozzle tickled her sphincter muscles for a brief moment. Janet was startled when Claude shoved a cork in the sepia hole.
He released her legs and she scrambled frantically into an upright position. Glancing at the second sweep-hand on his watch, Claude said, "You're going to have to wait for at least a minute!"
Janet stood in front of him while he continued to sit on the toilet. Her face was contorted into a grimace. She shifted from one foot to another in impatient discomfort.
Damn the bastard! She wanted to get to the bowl and shit.
He got up from the toilet and removed the cork plug. "Now!" he announced.
She flipped up the wooden seat and squatted over the bowl. Several watery farts heralded the surging torrent of water that gushed from her hole. It was like a sluice gate being opened or a bursting dam! The dammed water in her rectum exerted pressure on her bladder. A heavy discharge of piss squirted into the bowl.
Janet straddled the bowl, her buttocks tilted downward, uncomfortable with the twin elimination of waste matter. She reconciled herself with the fact it was all part of her work. To accept the abuse her clients heaped upon her without protesting! That's what they were paying for!
Regardless, this act was unpleasant and disturbing to her. Janet waited as each watery discharge released additional waste matter. The enema made her feel washed out, literally and figuratively. On top of the physical drain incurred by the ordeal, she wondered if she could survive the last test.
Satisfied there was nothing left in her to expel from her bladder and bowels, Janet raised herself off the bowl. She wiped off her ass and cunt.
"You handle yourself well with that test," Claude praised her. "The last one is a snap by comparison to the others. You should be able to do it standing on your head! In fact, that's just exactly what you're going to do."
She shuddered in a mild expression of disbelief.
What else was there left?
Claude hung a heavy rope over the iron bar that spanned the framework between rooms. One end of the rope was fastened to a pair of leather manacles. Fastening them to Janet's ankles, he pulled the other end, suspending her upside-down. He fastened the controlling end ot a steel hook near the doorway frame.
"I'm sure you'll be happy to learn this is the final test," Claude told her. "It's in two parts! This is the first part!"
In the inverted position, she felt the blood rushing to her head. He caught her by the thighs with both hands and gave a hard twist. Her body spun around quickly.
She watched the scenery pass in front of her eyes in a kaleidoscopic panorama. He kept her body spinning, pushing her around and around. After several spins, he waited until her revolving body slowed down.
"Suck me off!" he ordered.
Janet fought back a wave of dizziness that threatened to drown her in a sea of nausea. As a youngster, she was able to tolerate the various frenetic rides at a carnival. She was able to survive a ride on the cyclonic roller-coaster. She attributed the ability to keep from throwing up to this conditioned tolerance.
Taking a slow deep breath, Janet regained some semblance of composure. She stared at his semi-rigid prick. Reaching out, she drew the cock to her mouth.
Her lips closed about the soft hardon and absorbed the cockhead with a slow oral draw. The ingestion of his cock was a more familiar act. This was something she was skilled at and knew what to expect.
Janet's talented mouth went to work. She flicked her tongue across the cockhead with quick teasing licks. The velvety crown was pumped back and forth between her pursed lips. Half of his prick disappeared into her oral cavity. Her tongue continued the swirling tantalizing licks about the absorbed portion.
She had displayed her oral ability to give head earlier when he sucked her off. There was no need to prove it again. Her main objective was to get this blowjob over as quickly as possible. Dangling upside-down wasn't her idea of exciting sex!
Her fingers curled about his stiffened dick. She slid her fingers back and forth in rapid pumping motions. This was a trick she had learned for giving some John a quickie blowjob.
The tantalizing tonguing of absorbed cock gave the impression of being sucked off. By jerking him off at the same time, she could effect a quick orgasm.
He rocked his hips in cadence with her quick strokes. His prick jammed into her mouth. Her curled fingers about the hard piece of flesh prevented him from forcing his cock deep into her throat.
Janet's tongue pressed against his dick and caught the strong contractions of his spasming cock. Thick drops of chalky come sprayed into her mouth. She waited until the orgasmic pulsations stopped. Her compressed lips milked his softening cock until she had all his come in her mouth. She swallowed the viscous discharge.
"I'll overlook the fact that you cheated a little on that blowjob!" Claude decalred. "I hope you won't disappoint me at the party next week."
"Don't worry! I'll do a good job," Janet answered. "Now can I see the room right-side up?"
"Certainly!" he agreed. The rope was loosened and she was lowered to the floor. He unfastened the shackles on her legs. Janet stood up with his help. He held on to her as she wavered in an unsteady stance.
"Are you sure you're all right?" he asked with concern in his voice.
"I'll be all right," she answered. "Just let me know when and where I'm wanted."
"This should take care of today's session," he said, handing her two one hundred dollar bills. "Naturally, your pay for the party will be considerably more."
Janet had no idea of what she was being paid for this trick. Harvey had made all the arrangements including the fee. She wasn't too surprised at the sight of the two bills. She had earned every cent of it for Harvey.
Undoubtedly when Claude would see her the next time, Janet would earn every dollar again. Her sexual dress rehearsal with Claude had been a strenuous session. It gave her a rough idea of just what to expect later.
Driving back in a cab to Harvey's apartment, Janet thought about her future meeting with Claude. Contemplating the affair, she found herself becoming sexually aroused. She couldn't wait until the next session. Janet was certain it would turn out to be a very exciting evening.