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   --I thought that the title of this story made it appropriate as my first
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INTRODUCTORY OFFER

Copyright reserved August 1999 by Verywierd.

The following story involves sadism, pain, and sex. Do not 
read any further if you are offended by such topics. This 
is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or 
dead is purely coincidental.


Chapter One.

The box load of mail slithered out onto the table top with 
a sound similar to that of an oncoming horde of locusts, 
knocking Tommy's Super Double Chocolate Milkshake over, 
spilling the sticky concoction all over the kitchen floor 
and splashing his shoes. When he considered the contents of 
99 percent of the letters, the simile seemed especially 
apt.

"Help The Poor! The Upper Uzbekhistan Home For The 
Befuddled and Incontinent needs your help today!"

"Invest in the Atlantis Reconstruction Fund! Guaranteed 
return of 289% on every million dollars!"

"Pay Your Taxes In Advance and SAVE! The Inland Revenue 
invites you to sign up for this exciting new programme. 
Just pay your taxes in advance for a minimum of 5 years or 
1 million dollars (whichever is higher) and get a rebate of 
25 dollars PLUS a special "I Paid My Taxes" mouse pad 
FREE!"

Tommy's ISP had cancelled his account due to the massive 
amount of email addressed to him and his neighbors were 
threatening to sue him. He had begun to wonder whether 
winning that 25 million dollar lottery prize was such a 
good thing after all. 

Being an intelligent and clear thinking person, whenever he 
found himself thinking such thoughts, he would do the only 
sensible thing and slap himself around the head until the 
doubts went away. "Still," muttered Tommy, "it would be 
nice if I could avoid all the leeches without locking 
myself in a bomb shelter."

The windfall had come at the perfect time. Tommy had just 
graduated from university and had been looking for a job 
when suddenly his life had been turned upside-down. He was 
still trying to get used to the idea that the multi-
millionaire Thomas Bedford was the Tommy who looked out at 
him from the mirror.

Dragging the waste paper bin closer, he sat down and began 
sorting through the pile of envelopes. He performed what 
amounted to triage on the pile, throwing away any envelope  
that had a company logo on it. Next he looked for names and 
addresses that he recognised as belonging to a friend or 
relative. Finally, he was left with a much reduced stack of 
anonymous mail. The bulkier ones he now left to be 
inspected by a security consultant after being spared from 
a letter bomb only by the bomber's incompetence.

He waded through the usual begging letters, hate mail and 
crazies, most of them joining their corporate brethren in 
the bin. About a third of the way through, one of the 
thicker envelopes slipped out and fell back to the table 
top with an audible 'clunk". Tommy picked it up and saw 
that it bore his name and address neatly hand written on an 
expensive looking cream envelope, but no stamp or other 
markings. The flap was sealed with a red sticker embossed 
with what appeared to be a stylised rose. Curious, Tommy 
slit it open. Inside was a single sheet of blank white 
card, folded in half. Mounted between the folded card was a 
gold coloured metal business card that bore the words 
'Introductory Offer' and a telephone number. The gold card 
was quite thick and heavy. In fact, it had the heft and 
colour of real gold. "No," thought Tommy "it couldn't be!"

Later in the day, Tommy stood before the local 
metallurgist. "Yes, this card is made of pure gold." said 
the metallurgist nodding. "In fact, it is almost absolutely 
pure. You could easily exchange that for cash anywhere in 
the world."

When he arrived home, Tommy picked up his telephone and 
dialed the number from the card.

A sexy female voice answered. "Good morning, may I help 
you?"

Tommy noted that the speaker had not given a company name. 
"Hello, my name is Thomas Bedford and I am calling about 
the gold card that I received in the mail."

"Yes, Mr. Bedford." she replied. "Would you like try our 
services? The first appointment is free, with no obligation 
attached. Our representative can call on you at any time 
that is convenient."

"But I don't even know what your services are!" protested 
Tommy.

"Our representative will explain everything when she 
arrives." said the anonymous voice on the other end of 
the line.

Tommy hesitated. He was fed up of salespeople turning up at 
his door. The golden card gleamed in the morning light. 
Pure gold! He sighed and said "I suppose that you have paid 
for a few minutes of my time. Would seven o'clock tonight 
be okay?"

"That would be fine Mr. Bedford. Our representative will be 
there promptly at seven. Thank you." said the voice and 
then hung up without giving him a chance to ask anything 
more.

It occurred to Tommy that this lapse suggested either that 
this mysterious service organisation was very efficient and 
had his address at their fingertips, or alternatively, they 
had hired a very incompetent operator. He reached out to 
dial the number again, then he shrugged. He had not planned 
on going anywhere tonight, so he would soon discover the 
answer to that question.


Chapter Two.

At the stroke of seven, a discreet tap on the door 
announced the arrival of the 'representative'.

Tommy cautiously opened the door and was met with the 
pleasant sight of an extremely pretty woman in an expensive 
looking business suit. She had short, light brown hair, 
large brown eyes and carried an even larger leather case. 
He took the opportunity to examine her back as he ushered 
her into the house. She was tall, had a figure that would 
look good in a swimsuit and her hips wriggled delightfully 
as she walked. Tommy followed her into the living room, 
content to allow her to make the first move.

"Good evening Mr. Bedford." she said, turning to face him 
and sticking out her hand. Her grip was firm but not 
knuckle breaking and the skin of her palm was soft and 
smooth. 

The handshake lasted a little longer than could be 
justified by a mere business greeting but shorter than 
Tommy would have liked. He could smell her perfume, which 
was light and tangy.

"My name is Helen and I hope to be of service to you this 
evening." she said, sitting down on the sofa and crossing 
her legs. Her skirt was slit up the side and revealed an 
impressive length of creamy white thigh.

"Thank you Helen, but I must admit, I still have no idea 
what your company is offering. Do you sell insurance?" 
asked Tommy.

"No, Mr. Bedford, I do not sell insurance." she replied, 
smiling.

"Call me Tommy." said Tommy, sitting down beside her. He 
could not help smiling back.

"Tommy." said Helen, nodding. "Before I tell you about our 
services, let me show you some market research that we have 
done."

"O.K." said Tommy.

Helen activated a PDA and began reading from it. "Let's 
see. You are the regular customer of a series of books 
entitled Bizarre Sadistic Tales, you purchased twenty five 
videos in the last two months, all of which depicted 
sadistic acts performed by men on women of approximately my 
description and you are a regular visitor and contributor 
to the alt.sadistic and alt.torture newsgroups under 
another name." Looking up, Helen smiled sweetly again at 
Tommy.

Alarmed and annoyed at the intrusion into his privacy, 
Tommy began to protest. "How dare you check up on me like 
that! If this is some kind of blackmail scheme, it won't 
work! I ..."

"Please Tommy, I am not here to blackmail you or harm you 
in any way." said Helen gently. "Our company has financial 
interests in all the suppliers of the books and videos that 
I mentioned and as for the newsgroups, you made no attempt 
to hide yourself apart from the use of a pseudonym. What is 
not generally known is that we also offer a range of 
specialised services. However, these services are very 
expensive and are usually extended on a referral basis only 
to selected wealthy individuals. Until recently, you did 
not qualify."

"What services?" demanded Tommy in frustration.

"In your case, the company offers;" she paused to make sure 
that Tommy was listening, "Me."

"Do you mean to say that after all that fuss, you are 
telling me that you come from an escort agency?" exclaimed 
Tommy. He was not sure whether to laugh or be angry.

Helen shook her head. "No Tommy. The company is not an 
escort agency and I am not an escort. The company offers 
you the exclusive use of an attractive, intelligent and 
well groomed lady. When I say use, I mean just that. Once 
you have agreed to the fee and the standard commercial 
terms, you may do anything you like to her short of death 
or dismemberment."

"Anything?" asked Tommy skeptically.

"Yes. I said that we do not supply regular escorts. Each 
young lady is available only once. All of them are single, 
without prior criminal record and have never previously 
performed sexual favours in exchange for payment. Our 
standard fee for S&M services is one hundred thousand 
dollars for a session lasting a maximum of three days." 
answered Helen.

"What makes you think that I would give you that much 
money? You could take it and just walk away!" protested 
Tommy.

Helen reached out and took Tommy's hand in both of hers. 
Her touch made his skin tingle. "Quite naturally you need 
proof that our services are real and worth the price. That 
is why we have this Introductory Offer. First, we pay you 
for your time, through the gold card. Second, we give you a 
free sample." She squeezed his hand.

"Free?" said Tommy doubtfully.

"Yes. If you accept our offer, you will have my services 
for the entire night until 10 a.m. tomorrow morning. All 
you have to do is sign this agreement which states that you 
wish to participate in our product demonstration programme. 
As you can see, the wording is simple and clear. No 
payments, no commitments. You take no risks whatsoever as 
you are not paying for anything and the agreement 
indemnifies you against any claims for damages or injuries 
that I may incur while demonstrating our products."

Helen reached down and lifted her leather case onto the 
coffee table. When she lifted the lid, Tommy gasped in 
amazement. Whips, chains, clips, ropes and other such items 
filled the case. "All of these items are produced or 
marketed by the Company. So long as you use only the items 
in this case, you are covered by the wording of the 
agreement."

Tommy was stunned. This was like something out of one of 
those sexual fantasy stories on the internet! It had to be 
a joke or some kind of trick. Any moment now the woman 
would scream and a horde of reporters would crash into the 
room!

"I see that you are still doubtful." said Helen. "We 
expected that. Do you know a Mr. Larry Hobbs?" she asked.

"Why, yes! He is my lawyer." replied Tommy in wonderment.

"I met with Mr. Hobbs this morning and explained that I 
would be collaborating with you in some field trials of our 
products and that there was some risk of physical injury to 
myself. I have left with him a notarised statement 
confirming that I am fully aware of the danger and consent 
to it of my own free will. In addition, I placed a copy of 
an insurance policy covering my person in his keeping. Why 
don't you call him now." said Helen.

Larry was an old friend of Tommy's as well as his lawyer. 
In a daze, he dialed Larry's home number. Larry answered 
and Tommy repeated what Helen had just told him. Larry 
confirmed that she had indeed done everything that she had 
claimed. Helen indicated that she wished to speak to Larry, 
so Tommy passed her the handset.

"Hello Mr. Hobbs." she said. "I am here now with Tommy and 
we are going to commence with the trials. I want to tell 
you that I am much attracted to Tommy and that I intend to 
seduce him and take him to bed tonight if at all possible."

Tommy blushed bright red in embarrassment and horror. 
Grabbing the phone, he bid the astonished Larry goodnight 
and hung up. "What did you do that for?" he demanded.

"Does that convince you of my sincerity Tommy?" said Helen, 
grinning. "By the way, I am going to be very well paid for 
tonight and in addition, I will receive a percentage of any 
future fee that you pay to the Company, so it is in my best 
interests to make sure that you have a good time tonight."



Chapter Three.

Tommy stared at the bondage gear in the case and blushed 
again. "I have to tell you something Helen. I have never 
actually done anything like that." He pointed at the case. 
"My sex life is normal, or at least it was until I won all 
that money, but not kinky. I like to fantasise about it, 
but I am not sure that I would even like it in real life."

Helen snuggled up to him and placed her hand on his thigh, 
rubbing the fabric of his trousers gently in a circular 
motion. "Do you like this?" she asked, her breath warm 
against his cheek. Tommy nodded. She took his hand and 
placed it on her thigh, moving it in the same way over the 
creamy naked skin just above her knee. "And this?" she 
asked. Tommy nodded again, his attention totally focused on 
the sight and feel of her flesh under his palm.

Helen took hold of his index finger and used it like a 
pencil to draw an invisible line up and down her inner 
thigh, starting from her knee and sliding up and up and up 
to the hem of her skirt and beyond. She bent his finger a 
little more until the tip of his fingernail was sliding 
like the edge of a tiny knife across her skin. Up and down 
she stroked, gradually increasing the pressure until Tommy 
noticed with a start that his nail was scratching hard 
enough on her thigh to draw a visible pink line. "And 
that?" she whispered. Tommy could barely move his head. He 
could feel his pulse throbbing all through his body. Helen 
pressed even harder on his finger. As their joined hands 
moved upwards from her knee, Tommy could feel the vibration 
of his fingernail scraping firmly across her thigh as it 
painted a broad crimson line that led towards the shadows 
beneath Helen's skirt. Their hands stopped, his finger 
cloaked by the fabric. Helen pressed her lips to Tommy's 
ear in a brief kiss. "Ouch" she said slowly and 
breathlessly, dragging out the sound in a long sexy sigh.

At his point, it was obvious from the bulge in Tommy's 
trousers that he was indeed enjoying the proceedings. "S&M 
is looking better all the time!" said Tommy, grinning. His 
grin faded as he tried to think of what a Real Dom would do 
now. Images from all the books and videos flashed through 
his mind, but somehow none of them seemed appropriate.

Seeing his change in mood, Helen squeezed his hand again 
and asked "More?"

Tommy nodded enthusiastically.

Still holding his hand, Helen looked into Tommy's eyes and 
asked "Given the choice, which part of me would you most 
like to torture?" she asked, her thumb gently rubbing the 
centre of his palm. Helen guided his hand to a spot near 
her breast. "My tits? Would you like to play with my tits?"

"Uh-huh." muttered Tommy, his tongue feeling clumsy and 
numb.

"Or how about my bottom?" asked Helen, pulling his hand 
down to cup to curve of her hip. "Does the idea of caning 
my bottom turn you on Tommy?"

"Yes, oh yes!" agreed Tommy, the sound of the woman's soft, 
velvety voice and the dark, unmentionable pleasures that 
she seemed to suggest stimulating him more that the feel of 
her buttock cupped in his palm.

Helen leaned even closer, her hair tickling the side of his 
face. "And what about my pussy Tommy. Would you like to do 
naughty, painful things to my little pussy?" she whispered, 
as if sharing some obscene secret.

"I, ah, I" stammered Tommy. Hearing this beautiful sexy 
woman talk about her sex in this way made him fell like he 
would soon explode into a million swollen, throbbing 
pieces.

"So!" exclaimed Helen. "We have a pussy lover here eh!" she 
said as she drew his captive hand down to her lap, to rest 
for a moment near to her hidden pussy. Bending her head, 
Helen kissed Tommy's palm, tickling it with the tip of her 
tongue. "I promise that you will have to the chance to do 
all those terrible, secret things that you have previously 
only dreamt of tonight Tommy."

"I want to see you." said Tommy, gaining confidence.

"You want me to take off my jacket and my blouse and even 
my bra?" teased Helen. "Then order me to undress for you 
Tommy. Give me a command, my Master." 

"Take your top off!" ordered Tommy in a firmer voice. "I 
want you naked above the waist."

Helen smiled and seemed to nod in approval. "By your 
command Master." she replied, shrugging out of her jacket 
and slowly unbuttoning the front of her blouse. Tugging the 
ends out of the waistband of her skirt, she slid the silken  
blouse off of her shoulders to fall in a shimmering white 
puddle on the seat next to her. Reaching behind her in that 
special motion that only women can do gracefully, Helen 
unfastened her bra and slipped it off to join her blouse on 
the couch. Knowing that Tommy's eyes were watching her 
every movement, Helen stretched gracefully, arching her 
back and running her hands through her hair to lock her 
fingers behind her neck. Her breasts lifted and thrust out 
gloriously, her nipples quivering as if endowed with a life 
of their own. "Is this what you had in mind Master?"

Tommy reached out hesitantly to touch her arm near the 
armpit and sliding down her side to her waist. 

Helen giggled. "That tickles."

Laying his palm flat on her belly, Tommy could feel Helen's 
slow, steady breathing and the ripple of the firm muscles 
under his hand. Moving his hand upwards, he cupped her 
right breast in his hand, savoring its smooth perfection. 
He brushed the nipple, moving round and around, as if 
polishing the orb that he held. Tommy could feel the 
rubbery pink bud grow and stiffen under his touch. 
With the tips of his fingers he captured the turgid nipple 
and played with it, tugging, twisting and rubbing, simply 
enjoying the feeling of handling this lovely woman so 
intimately.

"Go ahead. Do it." said Helen. "You know you want to."

Tommy glanced up at her face. Helen nodded, urging him on. 
Ever so slowly, Tommy let his finger and thumb close on her 
nipple, harder and harder, until he knew that he must be 
hurting her, but Helen gave no indication that he was doing 
anything different. Determined to get a reaction, Tommy 
clamped down with more force, his knuckles whitening. Helen 
hissed, sucking her breath in though her teeth. The hissing 
grew louder as Tommy continued to squeeze her nipple. Tommy 
eased the pressure, and he detected a tiny sigh of relief. 
Without warning, he crushed her nipple with renewed force, 
drawing a startled "Ow!" from the half naked woman.

With a smile of satisfaction, Tommy freed the swelling 
nipple from the vice of his fingers. A tingle of sensual 
pleasure flowed through his body. He realised that he did 
indeed possess the desire and ability to obtain erotic 
stimulation from the infliction of pain on a beautiful 
woman.

"I can see that you liked that." said Helen. Her arms were 
still raised and outspread. "I have another one of those 
you know." she added, nodding her head in the direction of 
her untouched left nipple.

"So you have!" said Tommy in mock surprise. Darting his 
hand out, he rudely grabbed at the indicated nipple, 
gripped it firmly and twisted it, hard.

Helen's arms wavered for an instant as instinct made her 
want to drop her arms in defense and pull away from the 
pain. Recovering, she straightened up again and pushed her 
breast out, making it clear that Tommy was welcome to 
continue.

Tommy eyed the results of his labours. Both nipples were 
deep red and firmly swollen. He realised that Helen was 
waiting for him to tell her to put her hands down. He 
continued to stare for a moment longer and then he said 
"O.K. You can relax."

Helen lowered her arms, but did not try to cover her 
breasts or rub her sore nipples. To her surprise, Tommy 
reached out with both hands to cup her breasts in his hands 
and bent his head. She tensed, expecting him to bite her, 
but was surprised when he gently kissed the tips of her 
breasts and then gave her a quick peck on her forehead.

"Thank you." said Tommy.

"My pleasure." she replied. "You're nice. I am glad that 
you are not the type who feels he has to slap a woman 
around and call her names."

"Even if I am going to torture you?" asked Tommy in 
amusement.

"That is what I am here for." answered Helen simply. After 
a moment, she leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Would 
you like to see me naked?" she said glancing around 
dramatically, as if someone would hear and disapprove.

"Well, only if I really have to." said Tommy in mock 
reluctance.

They both giggled and Helen jumped up and began to grind 
her hips like a stripper, humming an appropriate tune. Off 
came her skirt, which she let fall to the floor. This left 
her in only her white panties and shoes. With a quick bend 
and thrust of her arms, the wispy silk panties joined the 
skirt on the floor. Kicking the garments aside, she twirled 
on the spot, giving Tommy a good look at her naked body.

Planting her feet slightly apart, Helen stood in front of 
Tommy, her hands on her hips. "There! I am nude, naked, 
starkers! You can have your wicked way with me." she said, 
grinning. Lifting her left foot onto the seat of the couch, 
she swung her knee out to the side, giving Tommy a chance 
to have a better look between her legs. Helen was clean 
shaven, and red and pink line of her sex showed clearly in 
contrast to the fair skin of her pubis. "You see! I did not 
forget what your favorite spot is. Pussy meet Tommy. Tommy 
meet Pussy." she said, patting her pussy with her fingers.

Tommy felt his heart beat faster as he reached out to touch 
the warm softness that the woman presented to him so 
openly. Her skin was smooth, and slightly moist with 
perspiration and her secretions. Stroking the bare padded 
mound, he could not feel any trace of stubble.

"Very close shave." he commented.

Helen's throaty laugh seemed to tickle his spine. "I 
plucked my pubic hair out with tweezers! One by one. Very 
slowly."

"I like it." said Tommy, his fingers mapping every curve 
and fold of her sex like the concentration of a man reading 
Braille. Bringing his fingers to his nose, he could detect 
a trace of her smell, musky and yet sharp. The feminine 
essence reached deep into his brain, bringing every nerve 
of his body to high alert.

"It is so sensitive there," murmured Helen, dragging out 
the "so" until it sounded like a moan. "It's all yours 
Tommy. Touch it, play with it. Put your fingers deep in my 
hole. Do anything you like. Just tell me what you would 
like and I will help you. Anything at all, no matter how 
naughty or dirty or painful. The most secret part of a 
woman Tommy. The part that no one is allowed to see or 
touch."

Sliding his fingertip between her inner labia, Tommy ran 
his finger up and down from the top where the crinkly lips 
met down and down to were they framed the opening leading 
into her vagina. Dipping his finger into the portal of her 
womanhood, he found her only very slightly moist.

"Would you like to see more?" asked Helen. "Would you like 
me to make myself wet and open for you?"

Tommy nodded, engrossed with his digital exploration.

"Tell me what to do Tommy. Say it out loud." urged Helen.

"Spread you pussy open. Show me everything. Make it wet. I 
want to see your juices." Tommy said, his voice shaking.

Helen responded eagerly, seating herself on the couch once 
again, her back against the arm. She lifted her left leg in 
a graceful arc and draped it over the back. Leaving her 
right foot on the floor she spread her thighs wide, giving 
Tommy comfortable access to her crotch. He leaned over, 
resting on his elbows and bringing his face within inches 
of her upturned pussy.

"Watch me!" said Helen, reaching down to spread apart her 
outer labia with her fingers. Peeling apart the plump 
fleshy lips, she exposed her inner sex to the gaze of the 
avidly staring man. "Can you see? Can you see right inside 
my hole?" 

Running her fingertip over her sex, she pointed out all the 
parts of her pussy, giving Tommy a guided tour. "Look. 
Right here, just inside the opening, can you see my pee 
hole? And these are my pussy lips, all crinkly and soft. 
See how they stretch?" she said, pulling on her labia, 
spreading the pink flaps out like tiny wings. Finally she 
shifted her fingers upwards, until they mat at the joining 
of her labia. Pulling up and back, she peeled the 
protective hood away from her clitoris. "This is my clit, 
my pearl, my favorite toy. Isn't it pretty?"

Tommy stared in fascination, engrossed as much by Helen's 
obscene commentary as by the sight of her completely open 
sex.

Helen began masturbating, gently rubbing the area around 
her clit, sometimes slowly, sometimes faster, her fingertip 
a vibrating blur as she stimulated herself. Her other 
fingers kneaded the complex folds of her sex, moving her 
flesh in an intricate dance of pleasure. She was soon 
rewarded for her work as the pink membranes of her vaginal 
opening began to glisten and then shine as her pussy juices 
began to flow. "Its coming! Look! I'm getting wet just for 
you."

Tommy watched as her slowly accumulating juices began to 
run down to form a tiny pool at the mouth of her vaginal 
passage, gathering into a large droplet that suddenly broke 
free and ran down the curve of her buttock until it soaked 
into the fabric of the couch. An idea hit him and he sat 
up. "Keep playing with yourself." he ordered. "Don't stop."

Swiveling on his buttocks, Tommy turned and began rummaging 
through the contents of Helen's bag. After a moment he 
grunted in satisfaction as he pulled a short, thick leather 
strap out from the jumble of gear. Made of dark brown 
leather, the carved handle of the tawse fit comfortably in 
his hand. He turned to keel beside the masturbating woman.

"Listen to me Helen. Play with yourself until you cum. Make 
yourself cum for me. I want you to tell me the moment you 
feel your orgasm starting. I am going to whip your pussy 
while you cum. Do you understand?" said Tommy, his face 
almost pressed against Helen's cheek.

Helen nodded. "Yes. Whip me. Whip my cunt while I cum." she 
panted, as she continued teasing and playing with her clit 
and vagina. Her closed her eyes, concentrating on the 
pleasurable sensations that her fingers were creating 
between her thighs. Gradually, her movements grew more 
urgent and more focused. Her fingers began to move in a 
short, rapid back and forth movement over her clitoris.

"I'm nearly there." she moaned, her arm a blur of motion. 
The muscles of her thighs and belly tensed, raising her 
hips slightly off the couch. "Soon, soon, yes, almost ... 
NOW!" she cried, her belly rippling in rythmic convulsions 
as the orgasm spread like the shockwaves of an explosion 
from her pussy outwards through the rest of her body. With 
amazing self control, Helen gripped her outer labia with 
jerking fingers to spread herself wide open.

Tommy's arm jerked up, almost as if Helen's orgasm had 
somehow spread to his body. The tawse lifted high, paused 
for a fragment of a second and then flashed down to land 
with a "splat" squarely on the wet, throbbing inner flesh 
of her sex.

Helen's whole body was already totally committed to the 
shattering sensations of her orgasm when the second wave of 
equally intense sensation blasted through her overloaded 
nerves as the heavy leather struck her most sensitive 
parts. A tidal wave of blazing pain followed right on the 
heels of almost unbearable pleasure. Helen's mouth opened 
in a soundless scream, her eyes wide open in shock.

In slow motion, Helen's body folded up, curling into a 
fetal ball as her mind struggled to deal with the 
overwhelming flood of sensations.

Dropping the tawse, Tommy gathered the woman in his arms, 
as he pressed his mouth to hers in a deep kiss. Blindly, 
Helen reached out to clap her arms around the man who had 
just caused her such intense pain. Locked in an embrace, 
they shared a long, almost mystical moment of union.

Brushing her sweat dampened hair from her forehead, Tommy 
looked into Helen's swirling hazel eyes. "Wow!" he said 
admiringly. "That was really something."

" Thank you kind sir." said Helen, her lips curving in a 
drowsy smile. She winced as her thighs rubbed together, 
brushing her over-stimulated clitoris. She grinned at 
Tommy. "I know that I am going to regret this." she said 
dreamily.

"What?" asked Tommy, frowning in puzzlement.

"I just thought that I would mention that my clit is 
extremely sore and sensitive right now. The slightest 
movement of my thighs is painful." she replied. "An evil 
sadistic person might take advantage of that." she said, 
waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Tommy grinned back at her, amazed at her determination and 
willingness to please him. "Being a kind and gentle person, 
I would not dream of taking advantage of your condition in 
that way." he said. "However, I guess that I should examine 
your pussy to see whether any damage was done."

Helen rolled here eyes dramatically as she spread her 
thighs once again.

Tommy crawled up between her thighs to perform his 
investigations. "Is this the spot that is too tender to be 
touched?" he asked, prodding her clit with a deliberately 
clumsy fingertip.

"Ow!" yelped Helen.

"I guess that was it." said Tommy, nodding sagely. "And I 
suppose that rubbing your clit like this is out of the 
question?" he asked, briskly rubbing her tender clit.

Helen squirmed and quivered. "Yow! That really hurts!" she 
growled through gritted teeth.

"Maybe a nice massage would help." said Tommy, gripping her 
clit between his fingers and kneading it like a tiny ball 
of dough.

Helen's hips bounced up and down in frantic rejection of 
the Tommy's ungentle treatment of her sex bud. "Ow! Ow! 
Ow!" she groaned, her head thrashing from side to side, 
flailing her damp hair around like a cat-o-nine-tails.

Finally, Tommy stopped and planted a gentle kiss on the 
sorely mistreated sex organ. This he followed with a kiss 
on her lips. "Thank you." he said, planting kisses all over 
her face.



Chapter Four.

By this time, Tommy's cock had swollen to the point of 
pain. He was forced to unzip his trousers and release his 
stiff, throbbing rod from its bindings.

Helen reached out and softly stroked his manhood, running 
her fingertip over the throbbing purple head. "I think that 
you are going to cum soon even if neither of us touches 
this." she said, waving the rigid organ from side to side 
in emphasis.

"What do you suggest?" Tommy asked.

"Hmm. You enjoy looking at my pussy. If you fuck me the 
regular way, you won't be able to see it." said Helen. 
"They tell me that there is nothing like the feeling of 
being sucked off by a screaming woman."

Reaching into her bag of tricks, Helen pulled out a long 
black rubber dildo. However, Tommy immediately saw that 
this was no ordinary dildo. It's surface was studded with 
sharp hard rubber spikes that resembled tiny pyramids which 
would obviously scrape painfully against the inner walls of 
a woman's vagina as it was thrust in and out. There was 
another special feature to this tool. A circular rubber 
disk formed the hilt of this spiked sword, which was in 
turn followed by a short molded handle. On the top surface 
of the disk facing away from the handle was set a ring of 
tiny metal needles, like the points of thumb tacks. Tommy 
realised that if the dildo was thrust all the way in, the 
entire area around the vaginal opening would be pierced by 
the ring of needles, from the clitoris all the way to the 
edge of the anus.

"This should do the trick!" said Helen, waving the horrific 
instrument around gaily. Grabbing hold of Tommy's cock, she 
licked her lips suggestively. Bending her head, she gently 
kissed the tip of his penis. With a graceful motion, she 
sank to the floor, lying down on her back. Grabbing a 
cushion from the couch, she placed it under her head as 
Tommy undressed.

Guided by Helen's touch, Tommy straddled her head, bringing 
his cock into position above her mouth. For a moment, he 
puzzled about getting into position to use the dildo. He 
could not bend over far enough to reach her pussy without 
needing the support of his hands.

Patting him on the buttocks Helen said "Lie down on me. 
It's all right. I can take your weight. That will help to 
hold me in position when you push the needles in."

Gingerly, Tommy lowered himself until his chest rested on 
her lower belly. His face was once again pressed up close 
to Helen's pussy. With the fingers of his left hand he 
carefully spread her pussy open, fitting the spiked head of 
the dildo into the waiting mouth of her vagina. Hesitating, 
he asked "Are you sure that you don't want some KY jelly or 
something?"

Helen's warm breath tickled his penis as she laughed. 
"Silly boy. If it is all slippery then it won't hurt will 
it?" She kissed his cock again. "I am going to start 
sucking you now. Have a good time torturing my pussy and 
don't worry about me. I will take good care of this end of 
the business!" she said, letting his cock slowly slip into 
the waiting warmth of her mouth.

Tommy gasped as Helen's lips engulfed his cock, her tongue 
licking and twirling around the sensitive head. He watched 
in awe as the spiked dildo slowly sank into the depths of 
her cunt. With only her natural lubrication to ease its 
way, the Tommy had to literally screw it into her vagina, 
twisting and pushing the spiked rod with both hands.

As he worked, he realised what Helen had meant. Each 
movement of the dildo inside her flesh caused her cry out 
in pain, the vibrations flowing from her throat into his 
cock like some crazed sex machine. He soon developed a 
rhythm that brought him the most enjoyment. Thrust, scream, 
suck, thrust, scream, suck. 

After all the sadistic games that they had played, Tommy 
did not take very long to reach the verge of an orgasm. 
"I'm going to cum soon." he gasped. He felt Helen nod 
around his impaling cock. She began sucking harder and 
Tommy's hips began pumping up and down, driving his rod 
deep into her throat. When he felt the muscles in the base 
of his cock began the final contractions in preparation to 
spurting his semen into the mouth of the moaning woman 
beneath him, Tommy rammed the dildo in will all his 
strength, forcing it deep into her vagina, hitting Helen's 
cervix and driving the ring of needles into her cunt.

Helen screamed in agony as the needles pierced her clitoris 
and labia. Her high pitched shriek of pain shook Tommy's 
cock with such an intense vibration that it triggered an 
orgasm of such force that it threatened to turn his balls 
inside out. What felt like a torrent of sperm jetted out 
into Helen's mouth and throat as he spurted again and again 
with almost painful intensity. Helen's sobs were the 
perfect finale as his cock slowly spasmed it's way to a 
halt. Drained, Tommy collapsed on top of the pain racked 
woman.



Chapter Five.

Half an hour later, they sat cuddling on the couch again, 
both still recovering from the last event. Helen had a 
gauze pad soaked in antiseptic pressed to her perforated 
pussy, but she was still cheerful and affectionate.

Tommy seemed to be in deep thought.

"Are you all right?" asked Helen, stroking his limp cock.

"You said that each of the girls that your company sent 
worked only once." he said slowly.

"That's right." replied Helen.

"The thing is, I would like to see you again." said Tommy, 
as he ran his hands through Helen's hair. "Do you think 
they would come to some special arrangement if I paid them 
more? That is, if you are willing." he added anxiously.

"I am sure that the other girls would be just as good at 
nasty sex as I am. Maybe better." Helen said.

"I don't want other girls. I like you." said Tommy in 
frustration. "I like you as a person, not just for the 
sex."

"You like me, but you would still want to torture me?" 
asked Helen softly.

Tommy hung his head. After what he had experienced tonight, 
he knew that he could not stand going back to plain old 
missionary position sex, even if that meant losing Helen 
and he was too honest to lie about it.

"I am afraid that would not be possible." said Helen, 
shaking her head.

Hearing those words, Tommy felt close to tears. "I... I 
understand." he choked.

"I don't think that you do. You see, there is no company." 
said Helen.

"Huh?" said Tommy in confusion.

"I was telling the truth when I said that my company sold 
you the books and videos, but that is all they sell." 
admitted Helen. "You see, I fell in love with you the first 
time that I saw you on the television. You looked so sweet 
and confused when they handed you the cheque. When I 
realised that you were the same person that had ordered the 
S&M material, I knew that I had to meet you."

"You mean that the gold card, the special clients ..." 
gasped Tommy.

"Uh huh!" replied Helen nodding.

"Why this rigmarole? Why didn't you just approach me or 
call or write?" asked Tommy.

"How?" cried Helen. "You were always surrounded by 
vultures, you never saw my mail and you never answered the 
phone!"

Shocked, Tommy suddenly realised how isolated he had become 
and how close he had come to never meeting this amazing 
woman. Hugging her, he said "Stay with me?"

"Are you sure? My pussy will by pretty useless for a 
while." Helen said doubtfully.

Tommy spluttered in protest, trying to find the right 
answer to her outrageous statement. 

Helen silenced him by the time tested method of pressing 
her lips to his and thrusting her tongue deep into his 
mouth. Gurgling happily the couple collapsed onto the well 
worn couch. 

As they embraced, Helen caught a glimpse of a riding crop 
that had fallen out of her trusty case and her mind filled 
with ideas. After all, her bottom and breasts did not have 
a mark on them and the night was still young!

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