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Pam's Ordeal
by Dashwood (dashwoodwilkes@excite.com)
***
A college senior submits to a series of ordeals inside
of an abandoned factory in an attempt to win $25,000.
(MF, exh, reluc, v, bd, huml, ws, scat)
***
I had been an automotive engineer for nearly ten years
when I happened to buy a Canadian lottery ticket on a
visit to Toronto. When I found out that I was the sole
winner of a fifteen million dollar jackpot, I didn't
stop laughing for a week. Clearly, I didn't have to
work anymore, but how could I put my newfound wealth to
good use? I ran through the various thoughts of fancy
cars and extended vacations, but then I realized there
was no reason I couldn't fulfill my real dream. For
years, I had bought various B/D and S/M magazines and
films, but now I was going to invest in the real thing.
With enough money, you can buy just about anything, and
I landed upon a scheme that would allow me to use my
engineering skills as well.
My first move was to buy an abandoned auto plant. At
two million, it was a steal. I then spent the next six
months renovating it to my specific needs. I retained
many of the conveyor belts and overhead pulleys,
because what I was creating was nothing less than a
bondage and discipline assembly line. By the time I was
finished, I had created ten individual sites which
would comprise a kind of decathlon of sexual abuse and
humiliation. All I needed was some willing
participants.
This too was no problem. As I said, money has a way of
ironing out inconveniences. I simply placed an
advertisement in a variety of adult publications which
outlined my plan. It read as follows:
$25,000
Will be paid to any woman who completes The Ordeal.
This is a series of ten tasks which will be completed
within six hours.
While each participant will be videotaped, there will
be no human contact whatsoever.
Interested parties should apply to the address below
with three nude photographs (front, side and back)
I then sat back to await the results of this little
fishing expedition. I imagined that most of the
responses would be from hookers eager to make an easy
buck, but I was overwhelmed by the variety of
responses. College coeds, housewives, aspiring models
and actresses all sent the required photos.
Most of them also sent an accompanying note trying to
rationalize their behavior. They needed the money for a
nose job, or a new car, or acting lessons. I found it
all rather amusing. By the end of the week I had nearly
eighty respondents to choose from. It was a pleasant
task selecting the very first participant.
I finally landed on Pam Kliza, a senior at the
University of Michigan. Her accompanying note explained
that she needed the money to go to law school, but I
was hardly concerned with that. What interested me was
the face and body this blonde coed had on her. She was
more sensuous than cute, and her full lips gave her an
erotic look that immediately captured my attention.
Her body was of the type which no exercise or diet plan
can achieve. She had a beautifully thin waist above
which blossomed two of the most magnificent breasts I
had ever seen. They positively defied gravity, and
jutted towards the camera with a certain pride of their
own. Her side and rear views revealed a muscular, pert
behind which perched atop long, slender legs. It would
be a pleasure to follow her progress along my little
course.
I wrote her back with the necessary details, and on the
appointed day I was pleased to see a late model Escort
pull up to the gates of the old assembly plant. I had
already ensconced myself in the elaborate control room
I had created. From here I could control all of the
video cameras, as well as the various devices which Pam
would soon be encountering. She approached the side
door with obvious trepidation, but after a few glances
in each direction, she opened it and stepped inside.
I had set up the process so that it would involve no
human contact at all. For some reason, that increased
its appeal to me. Each site had a series of elaborate
instructions, and they had to be followed to the letter
to collect on the $25,000. The idea that this girl
would essentially be punishing and humiliating herself
for my entertainment was perhaps the most appealing
part of the whole process.
I watched with a wide smile as Pam approached a table
on which I had set out $25,000. I thought this was a
nice touch, as any doubts she had would vanish at the
sight of the cold cash. Beneath the cash was a short
notice:
Welcome. As agreed, upon completion of ten tasks, you
will be awarded the $25,000 that is on the table in
front of you. If, at any time during the process you
wish to quit, simply say the word "Uncle." The Ordeal
will cease immediately and you forfeit any claim to the
$25,000. In each room you will find a series of
instructions which you must follow to the letter. Here
is your first series of instructions:
Stage One:
A) STRIP
I could see Pam swallow and look around her. She took
in the three video cameras monitoring her every move
and looked back at the instructions. I could see she
was steeling herself for the forthcoming ordeal, but I
was sure she wouldn't back out now. I saw my hunch was
right as she reached for the top button of her shirt.
She started slowly, but her resolve grew as she slipped
out of her clothing. It was like watching a beautiful
statue being unveiled for the first time.
By the time she stood in only her panties she was
stripping at high speed. She briskly pulled the thin
white cotton briefs to her ankles and kicked them into
the corner with a defiant gesture. It was obvious she
was even more magnificent in the flesh than her photo
had indicated. I couldn't wait to see her in action.
Her second instruction was slightly more involved:
B) TRIM PUBIC HAIR AS CLOSELY AS POSSIBLE AND PLACE IN
WALL SLOT
I could see her jaw muscles clench as she reached for
the scissors on the table and quickly fulfilled the
second instruction. Inside the wall slot was a small
plastic box which was immediately brought up to the
control room by remote control. I noted its arrival
even as Pam began to follow the third instruction:
C) SHAVE ALL PUBIC HAIR
I had thoughtfully provided shaving cream and a razor
for this purpose. While many men like to see women in
elaborate costumes, I prefer mine stark naked, with
freshly shaven cunts. Pam lathered up her exposed pussy
and began to shave it in short, swift strokes. I
dabbled my fingers in her still warm fur patch as she
denuded herself. She was now prepared to enter my
little fun house. Her last instruction simply stated:
D) EXIT ROOM THROUGH RED DOOR
Pam took one last look at the cash on the table and
then marched resolutely through the red door. I liked
this girl's spirit already.
Stage Two:
Behind the red door she found a series of four
restraints which she was instructed to put on her
wrists and ankles. She complied with surprising
alacrity. These restraints were attached to mechanical
arms to which I had the controls. With all four
restraints firmly in place, I now had the ability to
use and manipulate her as I wished.
She gasped slightly as she heard the faint sound of
machinery and felt herself being lifted into the air.
The mechanical arms carried her a short way and then
descended to position her firmly over the kind of
leather horse that is used in gymnastics. Once I had
her in position I took a few moments to enjoy the view
of her jutting behind, which was totally exposed for my
benefit.
I made sure my cameras were clearly focused on this
inviting scene. There was a close-up on her inviting
rump, another on her clearly apprehensive face, and a
long-shot which took in the whole scene. At the flick
of a switch I brought down a mechanical arm at the end
of which hung a short length of braided black leather.
I brought this before Pam's eyes and was glad to hear
my microphones capture her quiet moan of disbelief.
I swiftly brought the whip behind her and began the
second section of the ordeal. With my controls I could
vary both the speed and frequency of Pam's strokes, so
I started her off easy. It was a quiet, almost dream-
like scene. The immobile coed was completely helpless
under the quiet efficiency of the mechanized whip. The
microphones I had installed captured the slap of
leather against soft flesh with wonderful precision.
After her skin began to glow a soft pink, I increased
the intensity of the blows. The whip was raised behind
her and snapped down with increasing force. She began
to twitch and writhe as slight welts began to appear on
her flesh. I made certain to vary the location of my
blows, although I confined my attention entirely to her
beautiful behind.
After five minutes of steady whipping, the sharp cracks
of the blows were beginning to resound in the small
room. Pam was whimpering and moaning, and a quick
glance at the video monitor revealed that tears had
begun to streak down both cheeks. I decided to finish
her off with ten extra hard blows. I paused slightly
and then launched the first blow at her by now well
blistered ass.
A sprightly yelp escaped her lips before she bit down
hard on them. She managed two more blows before a low
moan escaped from her. I decided she had nearly had
enough and began to finish her off quickly. She seemed
to realize she was in the final stretch and any
pretense at retaining her composure evaporated. She
howled long and loud as the final blows descended upon
her tenderized ass cheeks. At the final blow I also
released the restraints holding her and she immediately
fell to the ground, both hands clutching for her
burning cheeks.
I was quite pleased at this opening. My thinking in
beginning with a sound whipping was twofold. First, I
figured that once a girl had endured this kind of
punishment, she would have an incentive to continue
with the ensuing stages. Having suffered that much,
what was a little more? Second, I like the look of a
girl with a freshly beaten ass. I looked forward to
viewing her bright red cheeks as she continued to go
through her paces.
After a few minutes spent rubbing her abused posterior,
Pam began to look around at her surroundings. She
immediately noticed a small door which had been behind
her the whole time. An arrow pointing towards it was
enough to give her the idea. The only way through the
door was to crawl, and my bright little coed did just
that. I couldn't help but laugh as her glowing rear end
disappeared through the flap.
Stage Three:
In the next room, Pam was met by a sign right in front
of her nose. It informed her that she was to stay on
her hands and knees during her stay in this room. Her
first task was simple enough, if slightly distasteful.
To her immediate right lay a dog dish filled to the
brim with Alpo. I had lovingly stenciled her name on
the side of the dish. Below her name were the words,
"No Hands."
There was no question what was required of her, and
with her burning ass spurring her on, my hungry little
pup quickly crawled towards her dinner. Like a good
pup, she sniffed at her meal before taking a few
tentative mouthfuls. My cameras were there to catch her
whole performance. There's something peculiarly erotic
about a grown women eating from a bowl on the floor.
Her blazing ass only added to the spectacle.
After a few mouthfuls, Pam took a more determined
approach to her task. She seems intent on getting it
over with as quickly as possible, and began gobbling
down large mouthfuls of the pinkish meat. As stray
pieces dropped on the floor by the bowl she swiftly
licked them up, and in a matter of minutes she was
expertly licking her bowl clean. If I didn't know
better, I would have sworn that this little bitch ate
off the floor on a regular basis.
Having finished her meal, Pam crossed to the other side
of the room, where newspapers were laid out on the
floor. The sign above them was set just below a camera.
It was terse and to the point:
DO YOUR BUSINESS. ALL OF IT. KEEP LOOKING IN THIS
CAMERA
Pam cast an anxious glance at the camera, as if
pleading her case, but the camera's gaze never wavered.
I zoomed and focused the cameras for the best possible
effect, then waited. Pam gathered her resolve and
lifted her chin to look straight into the camera.
Behind her, I had another camera trained on her shaven
snatch. With her legs spread and her back arched, my
little bitch began to piss.
The first few spurts were tentative, but soon a steady
flow was staining the papers below her. Within moments
the wetness had spread enough to stain her spread
knees. I was pleased at her concentration, as she never
took her eyes off the camera as she emptied herself.
I had had my doubts about requiring my girls to shit on
camera, but I figured for $25,000, I should get my
money's worth. Pam uttered not one word of complaint,
but began clenching her stomach muscles in an effort to
comply with her instructions. She strained for nearly a
minute before a different expression came over her
face. Obviously, she was having some success.
With my second camera trained squarely on her upraised
bum, I felt my heart beat slightly faster as her pink
bumhole began to expand. I could hardly decide which
monitor to look at. On one monitor a smooth, perfect
piece of shit was emerging from Pam's still red behind.
On another monitor her face began to assume the same
hue as her bum. She was beet red from shame and
embarrassment as she took her required dump. I could
hardly wait to edit this sequence together. Leaving her
presents behind her, Pam couldn't crawl out of that
room quickly enough. She had completed three parts of
the Ordeal, but she still had seven to go.
Stage Four:
As she entered the next room, she obediently stayed on
her knees until she reached her instructions. She then
stood up and read them closely. I had decided to give
her a breather at this stage, which I hoped would give
her an impetus to go still further. Her task in this
room was quite simple. At one end of the room stood ten
empty champagne bottles. All my intrepid little coed
had to do was carry these bottles from one side of the
room to the other. The only catch was that she had to
carry them with her freshly shaven cunt, no hands
allowed.
I could see a flash of relief on her face at this
relatively easy task. She immediately set to it,
squatting over the first bottle and lowering her cunt
on it until a full four inches of the bottle were
lodged inside her. Cautiously assuming an upright
position, she began to tentatively walk across the
room. She walked awkwardly, her legs spread and the
large green bottle swinging slightly with each step.
I was tickled to see her tongue peek between her lips
as she concentrated on the task at hand. It took her
nearly thirty seconds, but she was now on the other
side of the room. She squatted again and slowly pushed
the bottle out of her cunt. I was deeply impressed at
the extent of her vaginal control. Sometime, somewhere,
Pam had been well trained.
She swiftly ran back to the other side of the room, her
bulbous hooters bobbing at each step. She was the
picture of concentration now, and she soon established
a rhythm which I couldn't help but admire. One bottle
followed another, and a slight sheen of sweat developed
on her soft skin as she neared the end of her task.
As she wobbled across the room with the final bottle
stuffed up her pussy, her face was aglow with pride and
pleasure. It had been a relatively easy task, and I
suspected that the repeated stimulation of her cunt had
brought her to a state of sexual arousal. As the last
bottle was lowered to the floor, I flipped a switch in
the control room which opened a small door to her
immediate left.
Stage Five:
Putting her training to good use, she immediately
crawled through the door and found herself on a moving
conveyor belt. I saw her look around in wonder as she
was carried to her next task on the far side of the
building. When the conveyor belt burst through a door
and Pam found herself in another room, she had the good
sense to get off and take in her surroundings.
What she noticed immediately was the heat generated by
this room. I had contrived to raise the temperature to
approximately 130 degrees. It wasn't quite a sauna, but
it was close enough. Pam peered at the instructions
posted on the wall and read as follows.
SUCK THE DILDO TO COMPLETION
She didn't have to look far to see what the
instructions referred to. In front of her, at waist
height, a seven inch flesh-colored dildo was attached
to a mechanical arm. It stood at an approximately
forty-five degree angle. Pam approached it cautiously
and looked it over. Satisfied that her task was as
simple as it seemed, Pam dropped to her knees and
closed her mouth over the dildo. For a few minutes, I
was satisfied to watch her at work. She was clearly no
novice. Almost immediately, she had settled into a
natural rhythm, and her blonde hair swung slightly as
she bobbed effortlessly up and down on the plastic
cock.
Soon enough, the heat of the room began to have its
desired effect. What had begun as a slight glow of
perspiration was building into a full-bodied sweat.
Drops of moisture began to fall from her chin as she
continued to work the dildo over. When the sweat began
to drip from her erect nipples, I began to make her
task a little harder. The dildo was attached to a
mechanical arm for a very simple reason.
I wanted to give Pam a moving target. She started
slightly as the dildo began to rise, but she never lost
contact with it. The dildo rose to about five feet, and
then I began moving it around the room. To all intents
and purposes, Pam's mouth appeared glued to the dildo.
Wherever the dildo went, she willingly followed. I
began to move the dildo in circles around the room and
Pam had to jog to keep up with it. I increased the
speed of the revolutions and Pam began to grab at the
dildo with both hands to maintain contact with it.
She was absolutely dripping with sweat as she ran
briskly around the room, desperately trying to keep her
mouth on the plastic cock. I began to play a little
with her, moving the dildo both high and low. At times
I had her laying flat on the floor, wriggling her naked
body across the room as the dildo moved scarcely an
inch off the floor.
It reminded me of playing some kind of gamefish off the
coast of Florida. I could tell my prey was tiring so I
decided it was time to reel her in. I began to raise
the dildo higher, and Pam stayed with it. As it reached
head height, I slowed its ascent, but kept it climbing.
Pam immediately realized what was happening and grabbed
on to the mechanical arm with both hands.
At that point, it was a simple matter to lift her off
the ground. I raised her to a height of about fifteen
feet and then stopped. If a girl ever had a reason to
suck cock, this was it. She was dangling helplessly in
the air, her profuse sweat running off her body to
splatter on the floor below. Her legs kicked helplessly
at the air as she continued to work furiously at the
dildo, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head.
It was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever
seen. Her exquisite body was beautifully defined by the
sweat which covered her, and I could see her muscles
working under her skin as she strained to complete her
task. Her focus was complete. Everything she had ever
known or learned was devoted to the single task of
emptying out this dildo.
When I decided she had worked long enough, I let my
finger hover over a button that controlled the jism
mechanism. It wasn't real jism, of course, but a
synthetic blend of materials that closely resembled the
real thing. The advantage of this was that I could make
as much of it as I wanted. In this case, the tube which
ran through the dildo was ready to spray two gallons of
warm cum over and in my spunky college girl.
I pressed the button and turned my gaze back to the
monitors. Pam jerked as the first wave of cum hit her,
but she hung on like the thoroughbred she was. I had
arranged for it to emerge in spurts, and I was
completely surprised by Pam's reaction to this cum
shower. I had expected her to lower her head and simply
take the jism on the back of her head and neck, but
somehow she got the idea in her head that she should
try to drink as much of the cum as possible.
Doubtless her first boyfriend had something to do with
this reaction, but I was pleased beyond belief. With
her eyes closed, her mouth opened and shut like a fish
as the manufactured sperm poured over her. I could see
her Adam's apple bobbing up and down as she swallowed
as much as she could, occasionally gagging as the
constant stream proved too much for her too handle.
As the jism slowly dribbled to a stop, I lowered her to
the floor. Within the confines of the control room, I
had to suppress myself from giving her a standing
ovation. Really, she had gone far beyond the call of
duty in this section of the ordeal. She was an
exceptional young woman.
Stage Six:
After her cum facial, I though it was only natural that
Pam would wish to clean herself up a little bit. Her
wish would be granted in the next section of the
ordeal. I lowered the dildo down to her and she seemed
to intuitively understand the signal. She grasped it
firmly and I was able to lift her up for the short
journey to her next destination. Hanging from the
oversized plastic cock, she got a good overview of the
complex before she was deposited on a diving board. She
let go of the dildo and looked below her in disbelief.
She was looking into the depths of an enormous toilet.
What was required of her was self evident. She wiped
some of the remaining cum from her face and looked
around her. There was nothing else for it. This
enormous toilet had taken me nearly three weeks to
construct, but it would all be worth it in a few
moments. Pam looked at the camera monitoring her and
her exhibitionistic tendencies took over.
She advanced to the edge of the board and glanced at
the bowl some twenty feet below her. With scarcely a
moment's hesitation, she bounced twice and then jumped
gracefully into the air. She spread her arms and
executed a flawless swan dive, her lithe body knifing
through the air before plunging smoothly into the calm
water of the toilet.
The water was deep enough that she didn't bump herself,
and she emerged quickly enough, paddling with small
strokes to keep herself afloat. This brief swim was
doing her good, cleaning her up and refreshing her at
the same time. I enjoyed the spectacle of a naked woman
swimming in a toilet for a few moments. I was pleased
to see that her breasts seemed especially buoyant, and
they bobbed enticingly at the water line as she kept
her head above the water. The next step was logical
enough.
At the pull of a lever, my lovely young coed was
unceremoniously flushed. She heard the sound of a valve
opening and had the good sense to take a deep breath.
In a moment she was being spun in a circle as the water
began to disappear. Spinning faster and faster, she
slowly moved to the center of the vortex before being
sucked out of sight.
She emerged, shaken but unhurt, on a large rubber mat
which caught her, but allowed the water to run through.
She looked very fetching with her wet hair straggling
down both sides of her face.
Stage Seven:
She was already looking about for her next task before
I lowered a wire basket down to her. She dutifully
climbed into it and was once again hoisted into the
air. As she was carried to her destination, she peered
over the top of the basket like an inquisitive puppy,
wondering what new adventure awaited her. The basket
began to descend and Pam nimbly jumped out at her next
stop.
She found herself in a room that was bare except for a
series of dildos sticking out of the wall and a digital
counter and clock that was visible on the opposite
wall. A new tube of KY JELLY lay at the base of the
dildo wall. In this case, her objective was not
immediately apparent, so she advanced to the
instruction plaque mounted next to the lowest dildo on
the wall.
YOU MUST CLIMB THE DILDO WALL AND BUTTFUCK YOURSELF ON
THE BLACK DILDO NEAR THE TOP OF THE WALL. A RATE OF 60
THRUSTS PER MINUTE MUST BE ACHIEVED TO COMPLETE THIS
TASK SUCCESSFULLY.
Pam stood back to gaze up the wall in search of the
black cock. It was near the top, almost fifteen feet
above her head. She would have to use the other dildos
to climb the wall and get at it. She swiftly figured
this out and bent down to open the tube of jelly.
Taking a liberal handful of it, she swiftly lubed up
her rear end with generous amounts of jelly. I could
see her thin finger slipping into her hole to lube
herself on the inside as well.
That accomplished, she began to climb the wall with her
typical determination. She skillfully used the dildos
to negotiate herself towards her objective. After about
a minute of climbing, she was almost there. Keeping a
firm grip on two adjacent cocks, she gingerly turned
herself around. She found two dildos below the black
dildo to rest her feet on, then slowly began to back
herself towards her objective.
It was a bizarre sight. Her feet were resting on dildos
that forced her to bend her knees to an extreme angle
to achieve satisfactory dildo-anus contact. The only
satisfactory dildos for her hands were on opposite
sides of the target dildo. As she grasped them, she
looked like some kind of bizarre bird, poised for
takeoff from her cock-like perches.
I had been especially thoughtful about camera placement
in this room. I had my usual long shot camera, as well
as cameras directly above and below her. From above, I
would have a totally unimpeded few of the jet black
dildo being pumped vigorously in and out of her
muscular ass. From below, I knew I would have a perfect
view of her dangling hooters flopping back and forth as
the eager little bitch impaled herself for my pleasure.
The dildo itself wasn't overly large, being a mere one
inch in diameter and seven inches long. I had installed
a small photoelectric cell in the top of the dildo to
measure her thrust rate. Every time the cell was
blocked off from the light by her anus, that would
trigger the counter to register one thrust. From the
top camera I could see Pam's hairless asshole closing
in on the rigid black cock.
Once she achieved contact, she paused to collect
herself, then began pushing. I got a real sense of
satisfaction as it slowly disappeared into her. As she
pushed it in deeper, the counter on the opposite wall
registered a "1." Pam immediately understood the
meaning of this and began pulling herself off the
dildo. As she pushed herself back on, the number "2"
registered, and Pam began to accelerate her pace. She
was gazing unblinkingly at the second hand of the clock
and the counter as she began to accelerate to the
required thrust a second pace.
Soon enough, the black cock was pistoning smoothly in
and out of her ass. Pam's pink little tongue began to
peek out as she tried to increase her pace. After her
first minute she had registered a mere 15 thrusts. Her
second minute had brought her up to 27 thrusts a
minute, and as she settled into a steady rhythm, she
was up to 48 thrusts by her third minute. She was now
audibly grunting with the effort required to both
balance herself and give her asshole a thorough
reaming.
When she only achieved 42 thrusts in the fourth minute,
I could tell my eager young slut was beginning to tire.
It was time to help her out a little. Unseen by her, a
small flap directly below the black dildo opened, and a
second dildo began to appear through the opening.
Within a few seconds, Pam's twat had made contact with
the second dildo and it threw off her rhythm as her
eyes widened at the new intruder. As it moved more
deeply into her, she accommodated herself to fucking
both dildos with admirable ease.
It was when I started both dildos vibrating that the
young coed's sex drive began to take over. She had
begun this section as merely another part of her
Ordeal, something to be gotten over with. As she reamed
herself on the twin dildos, this objective began to
fade from her mind. Now, she was simply fucking
herself, oblivious to the clock, the counter, and the
cameras. Her mouth was hanging slackly open and her
groans were giving way to moans.
The resilient young bitch was giving herself a thorough
double fucking, and she was beyond caring who or what
was watching her. I sat back in my chair and watched
the scenario unfold. Pam was sweating now, and a thin
stream of drool ran out of the corner of her mouth. As
I watched her pump the twin dildos in and out of her
body, it was clear that this was what Pam had been born
for. She was merely a series of fuck holes, and the
sooner she realized that, the happier she would be.
With a little luck, she would soon be a professionally
attired attorney, conducting herself with decorum in
the courtroom, but I knew that even within the hallowed
halls of justice, her mind would be thrown back to this
moment, when she was nothing more than a naked,
shameless, bitch, wantonly fucking herself on a wall of
dildos for the pleasure of a complete stranger.
I watched in amusement as she easily humped to a 68
stroke a minute pace. Not that she cared. She was past
caring now. Her head was thrown back and small animal
sounds were coming out of her. I doubted even her
closest boyfriend had ever seen her like this. She was
giving herself the kind of pleasure that a woman can
only give herself. She was up to 75 strokes a minutes
when the inevitable became apparent. She arched her
back and raised her mouth to moan at the ceiling, even
as her sweat-streaked ass twitched back and forth on
the cocks at high speed.
My little bitch was coming, and nothing could stop her
now. She gave a series of small gasps before an
inarticulate scream resounded through the room. Her bum
began to slow down, but even after her moans had ceased
I could see her twitching slightly on the two cocks.
Gradually, the realization at what she had done began
to seep in as she hung on the wall. She became
conscious of her obscenely dangling titties and her
fully-filled fuck holes. Blushing with shame, she
pulled herself off of her new best friends and slowly
descended the wall. She was a little shaky by the time
she reached the ground, but she would be okay. I gave
her a few moments to get her breath, because none of
the last three tasks were easy.
Stage Eight:
I wanted her to walk to her next station, and when she
saw the open door to her left, she calmly went through
it. I monitored her progress down the hall as she
followed the arrows to her destination. When she came
to the closed door, she took a deep breath before going
in.
As she entered the room and saw what was before her, I
saw her jaw begin to tremble. It was a simple enough
set up. Set near the floor were a pair of stocks, with
holes for her head and wrists. Some ten feet behind
that a single candle had been lit, and flickered
fitfully on the floor. Hovering above all this was what
Pam recognized as an enema set-up, a large red bag and
a tube hanging from it that was maneuverable by a
mechanical arm. She hardly needed to read the
instructions, but she did anyway:
YOUR ASSHOLE IS A FIRE HOSE. PUT OUT THE FIRE.
Pam read this over a few times, and I could tell she
was trying to decide if this was all worth it. Thinking
back on her beating, her aerial BJ and her high speed
ass-fuck, I was sure what her decision would be. Sure
enough, she advanced to the stocks and knelt down in
front of it. She inserted her wrists in the appropriate
holes and laid her head down as well. From the control
room, I brought the top piece of the stocks down over
her with a resounding click. As Pam was forced to look
straight ahead, she saw a mirror which was slanted to
bounce the reflection off an overhead mirror. This way,
she could see her naked body and the candle that was
her target.
I brought the enema tube down to her anus and slowly
guided it into her upraised rear. There was little
problem with this. Pam had done a good job of preparing
her tight little rectum for me. I inserted six inches
of hose into her, then opened a valve that released
warm, soapy water. I watched it flow through the clear
plastic tube to be sucked up by her greedy anus.
Once she had two quarts in her, I removed the nozzle
and sat back to watch the fireworks. As I expected, her
first effort was fairly pathetic. She barely held the
water at all before she began spraying the floor behind
her. The fluid was a pleasant shade of brown, with
small chunks of feces sprinkled in. The candle was
never seriously in danger as she emptied herself out on
the floor. She watched all this unfold and swallowed as
the hose was lowered to her ass again. I felt a little
like a gas station attendant as I filled her up again.
After I had topped her off with another two quarts, she
had the good sense to hold her water for a minute
before it began squirting into the air behind her. Her
initial blast barely missed the candle, and her second
blast was just short of it. I heard the candle hiss as
a stray drop hit it, and Pam looked up hopefully at the
sound. But as the last drops dribbled out of her, the
candle was burning as brightly as ever.
I didn't hesitate, but lowered the tube down for her
third anal feeding. This time, I added an extra quart,
causing the young blonde to moan as her distended belly
sagged towards the floor. This time, she seemed
determined to hold her enema for as long as possible.
She was trying to build up her muzzle power, and tears
began to stream down both cheeks as she held her enema
past three minutes, whether from shame or effort I
couldn't tell.
At last, she was ready, and she arched her bum towards
the ceiling, striving for a high arc to her release.
The first blast was accompanied by the loudest fart I
had ever heard. Such a big sound for such a little
girl. By now, the water pumping out of her tiny asshole
was crystal clear. It came out in steady bursts,
pumping high into the air and catching the light as it
arced across the room. It was her second burst that
finally extinguished the candle, but she still had a
full load to get rid of.
Five more large bursts exploded out of her before she
settled down to a steady trickle. I pressed a release
button and she was able to remove herself from the
stocks. Her intense humiliation pleased me greatly, but
if she thought she was humiliated now, I wondered how
she'd feel once she got to room number nine. This was
where she was headed now, and as a small door opened in
front of her, Pam obediently crawled through it.
Stage Nine:
I was especially proud of room number nine. I had put a
lot of time and thought into it. Pam's eyes opened wide
as she saw what awaited her. I have always been
fascinated with the idea of women and animals. The
problem is, it's essential that both the woman and the
beast be willing participants. Pam's participation was
already accounted for, but I thought long and hard
about what to do for an animal. I finally landed upon
building a mechanical dog, and that was what Pam was
looking at now. It was an extremely realistic looking
Rottweiler, and a low growl was already emitting from
the speaker in his throat. The instructions on the wall
were simple enough.
FUCK ROVER UNTIL HE COMES
As Pam crawled over to Rover, her eyes caught the
bright red dildo hanging between Rover's legs. She knew
what was required of her, and I could see her summoning
up her resolve. Quite sensibly, she first crawled
underneath Rover and began sucking on his cock. Once
she had it well slicked up, she reversed position and I
raised Rover's front paws up to make it easier for her
to get into position. She scuttled backwards until the
bright red head of Rover's cock was pressed against the
opening of her cunt. She slowly began to impale herself
on it, and I slowly started the cock moving and
vibrating. Pam was surprised to feel this, but adjusted
herself to it immediately. As she settled herself round
the cock, I brought Rover's front legs down and wrapped
them around Pam's ribs.
They made an appealing couple, and my cameras would
catch every moment of their intimacy. There were two
monitors that I could scarcely keep my eyes off of. The
first was a view from directly behind and below Pam and
her new lover. From this angle I could see Rover's big
red dick penetrating Pam's freshly shaven pussy. The
second view was simply a side view of the whole
scenario. The sight of this hound fucking my naughty
little coed was extremely exciting. There's just
something about a woman on her hands and knees that is
extremely erotic. The sight of her dangling hooters
bobbing at each thrust only intensified the experience.
As Pam's doggy-fuck continued, I began to increase the
intensity of Rover's strokes. At this point, Pam had no
idea how to make Rover come, but she would soon find
out. Directly in front of her was a device which
measured sound in decibels. I had seen Pam look at it,
but she seemed to have decided it played no part in
this episode. She was quite wrong. The only thing that
would trigger Rover's mechanical nuts was a certain
level of sound.
The needle on the meter needed to get into the red zone
before Rover could spill his dog jism. It was time to
give Pam an idea of what was required, so I simply made
Rover start barking. With each bark the needle on the
meter would jump, and I could see Pam looking at it in
confusion even as she continued her humping. It was
clear to me from watching her that this was not her
first encounter with doggy-style sex. I found myself
idly wondering if she had her first doggy-style fuck on
a bed, or on the floor.
After nearly two minutes of steady barking from Rover,
Pam seemed to get the idea. Softly at first, she began
to bark. She immediately noticed that the needle had
swung higher than before, and so she began barking
louder, chiming in with Rover's accompanying woofs.
They made a pretty pair, fucking and barking on the
floor.
However, as I well knew, barking alone would not
trigger Rover's cum-sack. The two had been fucking
steadily for ten minutes when I pulled Rover's head
back and made him howl. Pam took this as a signal and
began to howl as well. The needle trembled ever closer
to the red zone. With the turn of a dial, I increased
Rover's fucking speed and with the flick of a switch
drool began to drip from his jaws and spatter on Pam's
back. All that was left was to sit back and watch.
Pam looked as beautiful as I had ever seen her. With
her hands and knees well spaced, her back was well
arched as she fucked Rover and lifted her head to howl.
Beneath her, her magnificent breasts danced to a rhythm
of their own. Rover's drool was running down her ribs
and coating her tits with a fine film of wetness. The
drool finally dripped from her erect nipples onto the
floor.
Most beautiful of all, Pam was no longer trying to
complete a section of the ordeal, she was fucking, pure
and simple. Who or what she was fucking made no
difference now. All that mattered was stimulating the
slick hole between her legs. Her howls were no longer
manufactured, but willingly, joyfully given. She was
being given the fuck of her life, and she was loving
it. Pam was really the ideal subject for The Ordeal. No
matter how degrading the sex, once her pussy began to
twitch, there was nothing she wouldn't do.
Finally, I could see her body tensing, and with one
more ungodly yelp, the needle flickered into the red
zone and Rover's cock began pumping jism into her
aching pussy. She came wonderfully, her whole body
trembling and her eyes rolling back as an immense
orgasm swept through her. Vague grunting sounds came
from her as she continued to move softly back and forth
on Rover's cock.
I was glad she had enjoyed herself, because I didn't
think she would enjoy the last section of The Ordeal,
although I knew I would. I gave her a few minutes to
catch her breath, and then lowered a steel basket down
to her. She climbed into it to be carried to her final
destination.
Stage Ten:
As I lowered her down, I could see her glancing
anxiously around for her final task. There really
wasn't much to be seen, aside from a table with three
objects on it. She walked to the table and looked them
over: two pairs of handcuffs and a pair of goggles.
A small schematic over the table indicated how they
should be used. She quickly slipped the goggles on,
and, as indicated, snapped a single cuff on each wrist.
She then put her hands behind her back and attached her
right hand to her left elbow, and vice versa. This
simple device would prevent her from protecting areas I
wished access to. Next to the door on her right, her
instructions were stated quite clearly.
REMAIN ON BALANCE BEAM FOR ONE MINUTE
Once I saw she had read this, the door opened and Pam
stepped through it. Where she found herself was in a
kind of modified racquetball court. Five feet above the
ground, a balance beam some four inches wide stretched
across the room. A small set of stairs led up to it,
and a thickly padded mat lay on the floor beneath it.
This was the beam on which Pam had to remain for one
minute, and a large clock on the side wall of the room
would allow her to monitor her progress. Of course,
there was a little more to it than that.
On opposite sides of the room, I had placed two
machines customarily seen at tennis clubs. These
machines were designed for one purpose only, to shoot
tennis balls at varying velocities. Pam seemed to
recognize them, but dutifully climbed up the stairs and
ventured towards the middle of the balance beam. I
started the clock, and the game began.
I was particularly looking forward to this segment,
because it allowed me fairly direct interaction with
Pam. I controlled the tennis cannons from my control
booth, both in terms of direction and velocity. Small
cross hairs on my monitors would assist me in
delivering the balls to precise targets. I set the
initial speed at 60 MPH and lined up my first shots.
Pam was clearly considering her strategy as she saw the
muzzles of the cannons begin to move. She hadn't
decided on it when I launched the first ball from
behind her. It caught her squarely on her left ass
cheek and she wobbled slightly, unprepared for the
first hit. This, of course was the beauty of the
system. There was nothing she could do to protect
herself. She was a completely open target.
As the second hand swept past twenty seconds, I amused
myself by aiming shots at her feet and ankles. Her
jumping and dancing as she tried to avoid these was
quite comical. I paused for five seconds to see what
she would do, and she simply stood there, twisting her
head back and forth, trying to anticipate the next
shot. This made my job all the more easy. I raised the
sights on both cannons to hooter level. The cuffs on
her wrists and elbows had the delightful effect of
thrusting her jugs forwards prominently. They both
stood out, simply begging for abuse.
I pushed the two buttons and the two hard yellow balls
whizzed towards their targets. Pam saw them coming, but
was paralyzed by the thought of two balls at once. In
scarcely a second, they both slammed into their
respective milk-bags. Pam yelped slightly and staggered
along the beam. A final shot off the back of her head,
and the already unsteady coed tumbled to the mats
below. She hit the floor in a tangle, all legs and
tits, but she was up in a second, and before I knew it,
back on the beam with a determined look in her eyes.
This time, she decided to be a moving target, and she
began running as quickly as she could, back and forth
on the balance beam. It was quite a challenge to lead
her enough to hit her regularly, but she was able to
absorb most of the shots fairly easily. I knew her weak
point however. As the clock swept past thirty seconds,
I simply timed my shot, and launched a 75 MPH blur at
her left tit. The ball caught it flush on the side,
flattening it and pushing it up against its jiggling
partner. With a yelp, Pam hit the floor once again.
Over the course of the next half hour, Pam tried as
many strategies as she could think of. She tried
crouching with her feet together, but this led to poor
balance, and a single shot to her cleavage was enough
to send her onto the mats. She tried crouching with her
legs apart, but this opened her naked cunt as a
potential target. She was quite a sight as she crouched
down, her chest heaving as she looked at the camera in
front of her defiantly. She was openly defying me to do
my worst.
I decided to accommodate her. Targeting was no problem,
and in a flash a tennis ball was rocketing towards her
open snatch. It was a direct hit, but Pam absorbed it
well, being prepared for it. I decided to see how long
she could hold out. Not having to worry about
targeting, I simply hit the fire button over and over.
Ball after ball slammed into her exposed twat and she
grunted with each impact.
I decided to vary it a little, and as I launched the
sixth straight ball at her cunt, I launched another one
from behind her. As one ball slammed into her pussy,
the other bounced off the back of her head. The sheer
surprise of the second ball was enough to send her onto
the mats.
As she lay there quietly gasping, I could see tears
forming behind her goggles. I could tell she was near
the breaking point. After all, it had been an afternoon
of no small energy expenditure. Having anticipated
this, a small panel near the floor opened to reveal a
final option for her. Simultaneously, two clamps
descended from the ceiling to where she could see them.
The sign read:
OPTION 2 - PLACE YOUR ANKLES IN THE PROVIDED CLAMPS AND
LAST FIVE MINUTES WITHOUT SAYING "UNCLE."
Pam couldn't get her ankles in those clamps fast
enough. I hoisted her into the air and prepared her for
the grand finale. I spread her legs and hung her over
the balance beam, just enough so that her hooters were
dangling in the air, some four feet above the ground.
She presented a beautiful spectacle. Her cunt, ass, and
both breasts were fully exposed. I cranked the velocity
up to 100 MPH and began working her over.
For a solid minute I simply worked on her ass. I was
getting off a shot every three seconds, and the balls
careened crazily around the room after slamming into
her jutting ass cheeks. I launched a couple of balls at
her twat for good measure, and then turned my attention
to her tit meat. They were exactly as I had pictured
them when I had first seen her photograph. They were
firm, but large enough that they dangled below her like
fleshy punching bags. They were already swaying
slightly, but they'd be doing more than that by the
time I was done with them.
I couldn't help but reach inside my pants as I lined
them up. I began stroking my cock even as I began
launching small yellow missiles at this helpless coed's
dangling tits. I could hear her yelps as the balls
began connecting solidly with her twin beauties. As my
stroking increased, so did the frequency with which I
fired. After three solid minutes of tit abuse, I was
could feel myself starting to cum. My thumb twitched
spasmodically on the firing button as I felt my balls
tighten and a hot stream of sperm spilled over my hand
and on to my clothes. Even through the haze of orgasm
however, I could hear the cry of "Uncle!" coming over
the loudspeaker.
I ceased firing immediately, and gazed with sympathy at
the sobbing coed hanging over the balance beam. She
must have been devastated, knowing she had gone through
so much abuse for no gain. I released her from the
clamps and released the handcuffs by radio control as
well. I could see the look of disbelief on her face
when she looked at the clock and saw that she had only
thirty seconds to go. As she stood there, naked and
humiliated, I decided all her fine efforts shouldn't go
to waste.
When she finally exited the room, she found herself
back in the room where she had seen the money and
removed her clothes. As she quickly dressed, I could
see her eying the table. She hesitantly walked over to
it and saw $5000 alongside a note which simply read,
"Thank you for an enjoyable afternoon."
She began looking around and began to address one of
the cameras.
"Does this mean I can come back and try again? I mean,
I didn't know I was so close. I'm sure I could make it
next time."
I knew I would love to see her go through her paces
again. It would be no great trick to make The Ordeal a
little more punishing, a little more humiliating. I
tilted the camera up and down a few times to indicate
my answer. Her smile broadened as she tucked her shirt
inside her pants. "Okay, well, I'll be back. See you
soon!"
She flashed me a smile and headed out the door. It
occurred to me that she maybe she hadn't enjoyed
herself as much as I had, but almost. I would be happy
to schedule her for another session, but I wanted to
see some other contestants in action as well. I reached
for a folder next to me and took out the picture of
Lisa Braun. She had beautiful dark hair and a small
frame and waist that accentuated her full breasts
wonderfully. Her accompanying note said she was a
newlywed, and she wanted the money for a down payment
on a house.
We would see just how badly she wanted it.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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