Chapter 1
There are places that exist the average person never learns of. They are right there, among the everyday buildings and designs of the city.
They are almost invisible.
Yet, they are filled with the dark side of life; the subterranean neon that flashes with the emotional intensity of a thousand watt sign.
The sadistic and the sensual. They mingle. They go together. They co-exist.
And they get in on nowhere better than in the sadist's torture pit.
This is a place, in the heart of the city, any city, your city, where men bring their women and women bring their men.
The object of the game is to get your partner off, to show him, or her, if you will, what will happen if you disappoint your lover.
This is the basis of the maso-sadistic push-pull chain.
It's what happens when you're a bad boy or girl.
The only good thing that may be said about the sadist's torture pit, is that the punishment fits the slime, and in the words of that popular tune, it always "hurts to good."
So here are a series of stories that have taken place in the torture pit, from their private and personal files-and only from the last week!
The first situation was with a beauty named Martha, who was brought to the pit by her boyfriend, Bob, who was really furious with her.
She had gotten a little too used to him, he thought.
No more dressing up in outfits, no more going out of her way to please him.
He would come over to her house, and be expected to do all the work.
He'd have to get on top, all the time, every time, eat her pussy, feed her grapes, and even kiss her feet.
He was definitely becoming pussy whipped.
And while he may have liked it once in a while, since it had become de rigeur, he was no longer enamored of her games.
Martha needed to be taught a lesson.
But how?
That was the problem.
How was he going to teach this little bitch what was the right way to treat a man?
He was sitting at work when he noticed John come in.
With a big smile on his face.
John was usually the most dour guy in the plant.
Especially since he was married to Synth, who was a real ball breaker.
She was someone you might want to pork, but never want to hook up with.
Poor John. All the men could see it in his face too.
Pussy whipped.
But this morning, he looked different. Happy.
John the conqueror! "What's happening, man?"
"Well, I'll tell you, Bob, I finally found a way to put Synth in her place...." That perked Bob's ears up.
"Yeah? Why don't you tell me your secret? I could use something for Martha...."
"She giving you a hard time?"
"Hard isn't the word for it. I'm all bruised from the nightly pussy whipping...."
"Well, then, there's a solution. And I've got it for you."
"Well, don't hold it back, damn it ... "
"And because I'm such a good friend, I'm going to let you have it ... "
"I'm all fucking ears ... "
"Take her to the torture pit." Bob looked at his friend. "Where?"
"The Sadists Torture Pit."
"Where the hell is that? And what the hell is that?"
"It's a place you can take your old lady if she needs a little punishment. Here, I'll write down the phone number."
John got a piece of paper and wrote the number down, before handing it to Bob.
"When you call, ask for Linda. She's the boss...."
Bob wasted no time.
On his next break, he went to the pay phone. "Hello? is this Linda?"
"Yes, it is. Who is this?"
"You don't know me ... my name is Bob and I was given your number by John ... John and Synth ... "
"Aaahhh ... Johnny ... yes ... good boy ... so what's your problem ... "
"Well, it's my girlfriend ... "
"Yes...."
"She's been ... giving me a hard time...."
His face flushed. He couldn't believe he was actually saying all of this to a stranger, a woman, over the phone.
"Go on, don't be afraid ... and don't hold anything back ... I've got to know it all...."
There was something about Linda's voice that made him want to tell her everything....
So he did.
He told her all about Martha, and how she wasn't being the kind of woman he needed ... wanted....
Linda listened, and then told him in no uncertain words that Martha needed ... the treatment.
"Have her at the pit tonight, at eight o'clock, and ask for me ... I'll cure her...."
The phone went dead.
That was it.
There was no turning back now.
He called Martha at home and told her he had a special treat for her that night.
She seemed unimpressed, but that was all right.
She'd get the treatment, and that would cure everything.
Or so Bob hoped.
That night, at seven-thirty, he came to her door and picked her up.
She was wearing one of her tired, plain outfits, so unlike the kind she used to wear when they were first going out.
"So where are we going?"
"Just trust me."
He drove her to the pit.
The place was situated in a non-descript part of town, in what could have been an office building.
Which was, in fact an office building during the day.
But in the basement, with a special private, guarded entrance, was the pit.
Martha was a little suspicious, but Bob assured her there was nothing to worry about.
"Just trust me."
So he took her downstairs, and after they were let in and offered a drink, Linda appeared.
She introduced herself, and Martha was really starting to become unnerved.
For one thing, Linda was dressed in leathers. Not just ordinary, everyday leathers, but a leather garter belt, holding up black stockings.
And no bra.
And around her neck was an amulet, with the impression of a cock and balls on it.
"I think," she whispered into Bob's ear, "That I've had enough."
"I don't think so," Linda said, overhearing the woman.
"You will come with me now...."
"I will not...."
"Oh yes you will...."
Linda clapped her hands and two of the largest, meanest looking men, with shaved heads and bare chests entered the room.
"Bob ... don't let them ... take me away...."
Bob only sat and watched, as they brought her out of the room.
"What will they do to her," he asked, as he stayed behind with Linda.
"Prep her."
"Meaning...."
"Oh, they'll strip her and chain her wrists together, and get her ready ... "
"Ready?"
"For the treatment...."
There was a smile on Linda's face that put a chill down Bob's back.
He only hoped he never had to take anything from Linda.
She looked like she could really do a job on him.
"Let me see your cock."
It was an order, not a request.
He slowly opened his zipper and took it out.
"Mmmm ... nice size...."
Bob didn't say anything.
"Put your hand on it...."
He did as he was told.
Already, he had a throbbing hard-on. "Good. Now, I want you to keep on holding yourself, while I ... work on your girlfriend." He did as he was told.
He sat like that, and in a few minutes, Martha was brought back into the room.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
She was completely nude, with her hair pulled back, and her hands chained in front of her.
"Put her on the table," Linda said.
The goons brought her over to what looked like a doctor's table, laid her out, and stood off to one side.
Martha looked really scared.
That made Bob feel good.
He wanted her to look a little upset.
She deserved to be brought down a peg.
Now, he watched, fascinated, as Linda took a piece of equipment off the wall, and started to attach it to herself.
It fit over her hips, and fit tightly, snugly.
It looked like an elaborate set of ladies' leather panties, except for the hose.
That was what made it special.
The part that fit over her pussy, that was a kind of suction cup ... not unlike what you use to unplug your toilet.
A plunger cup.
The other side, well, that was really freaky, Bob thought.
It looked like an enema tube. Which is what it was. But there was no bag. What was the point ... And then it kicked in.
Then, he realized what it was that the treatment consisted of.
It sent a chill right down his back.
He almost wanted to go to Martha, and free her and get her out of there.
Almost, but not quite.
So he watched, as Linda went over to her, and put her hand on her face.
"Darling ... I'm going to have to give you the treatment ... and I hope you don't resist ... because if you do, I'll whip you to an inch of life...."
Martha's eyes widened.
"Do you understand...."
"Yes...." she said, in a high, frightened voice that Bob had never heard her use before.
"Now," Linda said, with a sly smirk on her face, I want you to stand up ... right in front of the table ... right there...."
Slowly, Martha got off the table and stood, her chained hands automatically going to her pussy.
Linda took a long drink of water, and downed it in one gulp.
Then, putting the glass down, she began to pet Martha's naked body.
"Lovely ... just lovely ... spread your legs now, dear...."
Martha did as she was told, her eyes looking pleadingly at Bob.
Who just sat and stared, unable to make any kind of a move now, his own hand glued to his cock, as he held it and moved it slowly up and down.
He couldn't believe what he was saying.
Now, suddenly, Linda put one hand around Martha's stomach, from behind, and with her other, she shoved a finger right up the girl's asshole!
"There," she said, easily as she watched Martha twitch and move under her. "That's not so bad, is it...."
"No ... not at all," she said, as she felt herself being worked up.
"And what am I going to do to you," Linda said, her eyes darting back and forth, from Martha's body to Bob's hand.
"I ... I don't know...."
"I'm going to cleanse you of all your evils...." Martha still didn't understand. "I'm going to give you an enema, right where my finger is ... "
"No ... not that...."
"Yes, darling, exactly that ... and instead of using warm water, I'm going to use my pee!" It was incredible!
Linda was smiling, as the tears started to come to Martha's eyes.
She tried to move, but she was caught, both by the hand around her body and the finger up her ass!
She wasn't able to move.
"Just relax now ... I'm going to take my finger out of you ... relax, darling...."
Martha squeezed her eyes shut.
She couldn't believe this was happening to her.
But it was.
All of it.
Now, as she was made to turn around, so that her ass was facing Bob, she was also told she had to hold on to the edge of the table.
"And keep those legs spread," she said, kicking the inside of Martha's ankles with her heels.
Now, she held up the tube, and smiled.
"This is going to feel so good ... this is a high colonic tube ... and my pee is really going to clean you out."
"No ... please...."
But the begging went unheeded.
Now, with a fierce grin on her face, she began to insert the tube.
She used no lubrication, or anything.
She just wanted to push it up, into the hot, glistening rear alley.
Bob watched, transfixed, as he saw the lovely, full and plump thighs of his wife being slowly spread, as the thing went right up her ass!
"There," Linda said, when it was securely up.
"How does that feel...."
"It hurts," Martha whined.
Which only made Linda laugh.
"It doesn't hurt, really, darling ... that's just your imagination...."
Then, Linda put one hand behind Martha's neck, and held it like that, while she squeezed her own legs together.
Bob knew what was happening now.
She was letting go.
Pissing.
Right into the tube.
Suddenly, Martha's head jerked upwards. Her whole body caught a quick shiver. She was starting to ... get the piss enema. "Jesus ... "
"Yes ... darling...."
"Oh, God ... it's so ... hot ... and burning ... "
"Take it all ... every last drop ... "
"Jesus...."
"Yes ... so good ... so good...."
She loved the way the girl was moving her ass, all around, driving herself crazy!
It was an altogether beautiful sight!
"No ... no more...." Martha said, as she began to twitch her behind.
"Oh no ... much more ... much more than that...."
And with that, Linda let down another flowing. "I can't ... I have to...." Linda gave her a firm smack on her bottom. "If I hear anymore complaining, I'll whip you ... do you want me to use the whip on you?"
"Nnnooo...."
Martha's words were long and drawn out, coated with fear.
Just as her body was coated with sweat.
It was shimmering and glistening in the light.
She couldn't believe how it started to hurt inside her stomach.
She was being expanded.
Her intestines were swelling up, making her look as if she were pregnant.
"I'm going to...."
"Yes, darling...."
"Shit ... I'm going to ... going to ... "
"Tell me ... tell me all of it ... "
"I'm going to come ... oh, Christ, I'm going to come...."
And with that, Martha nearly bounced up and down and off the floor, as she moved her body like a drunken dancer, squeezing and moving and dipping and swaying, as she bowed her head.
She was being driven crazy, and she couldn't believe it.
She was creaming all over the place, the juices running down her thighs.
She was giving down her spending, and there was nothing she was able to do about it!
"I can't ... I can't believe ... I can't believe it...."
She was mumbling, almost incoherently, and then, Linda tensed her legs again, and gave her another dose.
That got Martha's tears flowing.
"No more ... oh God, no more ... please ... I can't take it anymore...."
"Just a little more...."
"No ... please...."
Bob could'nt believe what he was seeing. He started to really pump on his cock now, so turned on was he by the sight of his wife's getting a pee enema from Linda.
And now he knew he was going .to come.
He saw that Linda was watching him, and her eyes got watery and wet with approval.
Then, before he was able to stop he squirted a couple of hi-arcs of his own come.
"Yes...." Linda murmured.
She had both of them exactly where she wanted.
Now, finally, it was time to let them go.
She slowly took the tube out of Martha's ass.
"Please...." the woman begged. "I have to ... I have to go to ... the ... bathroom...."
"You may," Linda said. "It's back there...."
She watched, as did Bob, while Martha squatted over to the little water closet.
"How was that, darling," Linda said.
"Incredible ... I couldn't believe it...."
"Yes...." she said, as she got down on her knees.
"You need to be cleaned up a little...."
With that she began to use her mouth on him, licking and sucking and making sure that she got ever drop of his cum down her mouth.
When she was finished, she guaranteed him that he would have no more trouble with Martha.
"And if you do, the only thing you have to tell her is that you'll bring her back for another treatment. It works every time."
Bob thanked her profusely, gave her a hundred dollars, and collected his wife.
He didn't have to say anything to her. He could tell that she was going to be a little nicer to him in the future.
Otherwise, he would bring her back to the Sadist's Torture Pit faster than you could say I have to take a pee!