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The Lap Dancer
By Anonymous 1998

***

A woman whose let a troubled life is offered a deal for 
her services, although she doesn't really know what 
that entails. (MMF, bd, tor, sm, apx, extreme)

***

They met at the gentleman's club. A fancy name for a 
run down dive in the sticks, no booze, overpriced soft 
drinks and juices, but nude dancers pranced in the 
stage in return for singles and fives placed between 
their legs or tits. For an extra twenty bucks a patron 
could go behind a screen where there was a ratty couch 
and one of the girls would dance in his lap. 

Well not dance exactly, more of sit there and wiggle 
and allow his hands to wander over her body. Perhaps a 
kiss or two and a very lucky few received a few strokes 
from her hand on their rigid cocks through the fabric 
of their pants. Never more than that but it would be a 
lie to suggest that there were not sometimes 
arrangements made for more later. The cheap motel down 
the road was not adverse to short term room rentals and 
if the money was green there was no reason to sign the 
guest log. 

He was different than most of the patrons of the joint. 
Instead of a dirty tee and jeans he wore a suit. A few 
may have thought about hassling one so clearly out of 
place but there was something about him that gave them 
pause. Maybe it was the way he moved or the fact that 
his suit was pulled just a little too tight over his 
shoulders but he was not bothered as he sat right next 
to the stage dispensing just a bit more than his share 
of greenbacks to each dancer. 

His tips and the fact that he was the only thing in the 
dump with any class soon had the dancers paying 
attention to him to the point where he needed to gently 
herd them away. Whatever dislike the other men there 
might have had for him was deflected as they realized 
he was not trying to hog the broads in the vernacular 
of the locals. 

After he had seen all the talent working that night he 
chose one for a lap dance. And for a surprise he did 
not pick the prettiest one nor the best dancer nor the 
one with the nicest tits. Instead he picked Sue. Now 
she was not what you would call ugly but she was just 
past her prime and the realization that she was 
starting the long slide down the backside of the hill 
showed. 

She was still proud of her body and danced well but the 
wrinkles were beginning to show and some of the moves 
were not as smooth as they once were. Her once proud 
and firm tits were starting to droop but she was still 
worth looking at even if she wasn't the pick of the 
litter any more. 

The two went behind the screen and as she bumped and 
ground on his lap they made plans. He left soon after 
but for some reason Sue spent the rest of the night 
somewhat distracted and excited. The next night she was 
still in that condition but even direct questions from 
the other dancers failed to get her to open up about 
why. She stayed late that night and was the last to 
leave after the owner locked up. He noticed her 
standing under the old oak by the road but years of 
dealing with dancers and all their weird behaviors had 
taught him to just ignore it so he left. 

His old truck was just around the corner when the black 
limo pulled up. The driver got out and asked if she was 
indeed Sue and upon being reassured she was opened the 
back door for her and advised her to help herself to 
anything she found there. She was a little disappointed 
she was alone as she had hoped he would be in the car 
to greet her but she figured he was a busy man and 
would meet her wherever the driver was taking her. 

With the tinted windows and the soft lighting she could 
see nothing outside as they drove so she explored the 
contents of the bar. Good stuff, better that she was 
used to, top shelf in fact. She sat back and savored 
three fingers of the finest brandy she had ever tasted 
and wondered just how long the trip would take. 

She never found out because she passed out from the 
drugs in that oh so fine brandy and when she awoke she 
was laying on a big round bed blinking at the sunshine 
pouring in the window. She was still dressed in her 
street clothes, tee shirt and old jeans, panties and 
bra. She rarely went braless except at work, she needed 
to postpone the drooping of her assets as long as 
possible and besides her tits hurt after hours of 
bouncing and being groped and the support of the bra 
felt good. 

Her shoes and bag were on the table next to the bed and 
as far as she could tell both herself and her things 
were still safe and untouched. By the time she had 
found the powder room and checked to see if her money 
and things were really ok [as if whoever owned this 
place would be interested in stealing her measly eighty 
six bucks] there was a knock on the door. 

At her spoken answer the door opened and he was 
standing there. He looked even better in the good light 
and in his tennis shirt and white shorts. She almost 
felt weak as she admired his body, no wonder none of 
the losers at the club wanted to hassle him, he was 
built. And not only his muscles as there was a very 
large and quite promising bulge in those shorts. 

"Good morning sleepyhead, did you have a nice nap? I'm 
so glad I hadn't planned anything for last night with 
you. You must really like my brandy although I can't 
say as I blame you, its quite good. Do you need an 
aspirin or a bit of the hair of the dog before we start 
the day?"

Besides feeling just a bit off balance she was fine but 
wished for a bath and asked him if it was possible. 
"Nothing easier my dear. You just turned the wrong way 
when you got up. That door over there leads to a very 
nice bathing room and I'm sure you will find everything 
you might wish for there. Enjoy it and when you are 
done just turn right from your door and follow your 
nose to the terrace. Breakfast will be waiting. You do 
eat breakfast, do you not? Of course you do. Well enjoy 
your bath and don't hurry, we have all day."

As she soaked in a tub that was just a little too small 
to swim laps in she wondered about her passing out last 
night. Certainly it was not the first time she had 
drunk too much but always before she remembered 
something. Last night all she remembered was getting in 
the limo and then nothing until morning. And where was 
the awful hangover she had always suffered through 
every other time she got plastered. Then again she had 
never gotten blitzed on fine brandy before, maybe that 
was it. After her bath she was loathe to crawl back 
into her old things but there on a bench was a full 
outfit with a note telling her it was there for her. 

He must have a tailor's eye for sizes she thought as 
she slipped into the silk blouse and matching shorts. 
Even the bra was her size. She realized she was wearing 
a week's earnings worth of clothes and for a second she 
wondered just what she had to offer in payment. Surely 
her tired old body was not it unless he had a thing for 
slightly shopworn dancers. She was only twenty six, how 
did she get so old so fast? 

Following both his directions and her nose she soon 
found the breakfast he had promised and as she ate he 
asked her about herself. For some reason she was soon 
telling him things that she had never shared with a 
living soul before. About her childhood, her parents 
and what her life had been like. 

The father who was a drunken sex machine who demanded 
both she and her mother live naked except for those 
time when clothing was required. The old house at the 
end of a dirt road without any others for miles. The 
open sex in front of her almost from birth. Her 
father's hands as he inspected her young body. The 
friends he invited to use his wife's body and the 
girlfriends he fucked in front of his family. The 
strange men and packages that showed up at all hours 
and the sudden trips away while the she and her mother 
were left alone hoping he would return before they ran 
out of something they needed. Never being allowed 
friends. Then the night when she was twelve. 

He had been gone and she was in bed sleeping. She 
thought she had heard his voice and some crashing 
noises, a fight perhaps, her mother's voice pleading, 
the sounds of raw sex. Experience had taught her to 
stay in bed and sleep through such things and she had 
done so. When she awoke in the morning her she had the 
house to herself. While it was unusual it had happened 
before so she got ready for the school bus. 

It was only as she walked past the pond on the way to 
the road did she find her mother. Floating face down in 
the muddy water, a collection of empty beer cans on the 
shore and marks where she had slipped in the mud. She 
was still standing there when the bus arrived. A 
frantic call on the bus's two way radio summoned the 
police and an ambulance but before they arrived her 
father came home. His questions to her told her not to 
mention anything she might have seen or heard in the 
night. 

She told the cops she had gone to bed late and her 
mother had been drinking most of the evening. Her 
father told of his wife's binge drinking and of his 
trip away for the night. In the end it was decided she 
had gotten drunk and had gone out to stand and drink 
some more by the pond and in her drunken state had 
simply slipped in and drowned. Sue never looked at her 
father the same again for deep down she was sure he had 
killed her mother. A week later she was woken up by him 
climbing into bed with her. She knew at once he was 
going to demand she take her dead mother's place as his 
sex toy. 

Deaf to her pleading and cries he pawed her small 
breasts as she whimpered. Her cries were blocked by his 
probing tongue as first his rough fingers and then his 
hard cock probed her virgin pussy. The loss of her 
virginity was a painful hurtful horror that lasted 
until the gray light of dawn. By then she had no 
virginity left anyplace. 

He staggered off to bed leaving her lying on sheets 
stained and fouled by her blood. That and by the shit 
and piss that was the result of her losing control 
during the awful night. She laid there for hours before 
forcing herself to rise. She staggered to the bathroom 
and after puking her guts managed to wash herself. That 
night was the start of her new life as a sex slave. No 
act was beyond her father up to and including sharing 
her with his friends. Some times she was so sore she 
could barely walk. 

By fourteen she was knocked up. Her belly was just 
starting to swell and she could feel the first 
movements inside her when one Friday afternoon she got 
off the bus to find her dad waiting with three other 
men. She was taken out back and brutally gang raped 
until morning. The week end was a fog of pain and sex. 
She had what seemed like gallons of cum pumped into and 
onto her body before the men handed him a wad of cash 
and left on Sunday afternoon. 

The night she awoke to such pain as she had never 
known. Her guts were burning and she was bleeding 
heavily from her abused pussy. It was the blood that 
convinced him she was in need of help and he had taken 
her to the hospital. Once there she was rushed into 
surgery. In the morning she was no longer pregnant and 
she would never be able to have children. Her uterus 
had ruptured and it had to be removed along with her 
baby. 

There was some kind of investigation but a knocked up 
trash teen was not high on anybody's list of things to 
worry about so the story about some hitchhiking teen 
spending the night and being the father was accepted 
with relief by everyone. For two more years she lived 
as his slave, forced to perform acts that even an old 
whore would find repulsive. Then one night the cops 
came to her door. There had been an accident, her dad 
was dead. Drink, speed, and a large maple tree had 
freed her from her captivity. 

For the second time in four years she attended a 
funeral for a parent. This time she cried from relief 
and not sorrow. There was not much of an estate and the 
couple that took her in as a foster child soon wasted 
it on things that were supposed to be for her but that 
she never saw. Then one night he crawled into her bed. 
She managed to fight him off and by morning she had 
packed her few things and was gone.

From then on she had lived on her own. Supporting 
herself dancing. Well developed and pretty and able to 
pass for older most club owners were only too happy to 
have her dance for them. She hated the horizontal 
interviews but accepted them as the price on getting 
hired. She refused to sleep with any patrons however. 
She was making good money and figured soon she'd have 
enough to quit dancing and go back to school and get a 
real job and try to have the life she'd always wanted. 

Then she met Sam, tall and charming he was her prince 
on a white charger. Before long she moved in with him 
and they made plans. But somehow things just seemed to 
happen that forced them to wait just a little longer 
before everything would change. He worked a lot of jobs 
but for some reason he never seemed to stay at any of 
them very long.

The work was too dangerous or the boss's kid hated him 
or whatever. Although she wanted to quit dancing they 
always seemed to need the money. Then one night a car 
took down a pole and the club was blacked out. Instead 
of getting home at three am she got there a little 
after eight. Inside she found Sam in bed with two 
cheerleader types. On her dresser there were lines of 
coke on a mirror. Once more she was running into the 
night, broke and friendless. 

From there she worked a secession of clubs but too soon 
each one was just a little bit worse than the last 
until she ended up at the one where they met. She knew 
she was getting close to the bottom and before long she 
would be selling her body to the drunks for whatever 
she could get. The end of the road was getting nearer 
than she liked but she could see no turnoffs. So she 
was here and wondering just what she had gotten herself 
into.

"That's quite a story girl. Bad luck seems to like you 
but you keep trying, I like that and I respect you for 
it. Anyway here's the deal. I want you to stay here and 
work for me for at least a year. There'll be a trial 
and training period before the year really starts. I 
need you to get back in shape and to learn my wishes 
and ways and wants but I pay well. 

"At the end of the year I will pay you fifty thousand 
dollars, half in cash, half in goods. It will break 
down like this, twenty five in a checking account in 
your name in the bank of your choice, a fifteen 
thousand dollar car of your choice and I will pay all 
taxes, fees, and one years insurance, seventy five 
hundred for an apartment, and twenty five hundred worth 
of clothes plus you keep any you use during the year.

"I will also pay for a tutor to get you through the 
G.E.D. and teach you some job skills and I will use my 
connections to find you a decent job. In return you 
will serve me and follow all of my instructions to the 
letter. And yes there will be sex involved but I will 
be the only person you will have to have sex with. I 
have a quite good appetite but I think you will find me 
a good lover. But not every time. I do enjoy some 
things that I doubt you'll like but nothing that will 
leave lasting damage or injury. You will hurt but not 
be hurt if you get the difference. You will also pose 
and act out for me. One woman sex shows if you will. 

"You'll learn proper polite behavior. I wish a lady in 
the parlor and a wanton whore in the bedroom. The 
perfect wife in other words. You will have no other 
duties that filling my wishes. When I ask for something 
the only acceptable answer will be yes or a request of 
instructions on how to do it properly. You will be 
naked most of the time except for a fanny pack 
containing such things as I require and a radio. You 
will be on call 24/7 but when I do not require you the 
time is your own. 

"You may make use of anything in the house or on the 
grounds except for those things and places that are 
locked. I have workrooms and collections that you have 
no need to enter or see and they need not concern you. 
There is a pool , sauna, spa, gym, lots of CDs and 
music, movies, a sat dish, and books. You will not have 
contact with the outside world without clearing it with 
me but there is really nobody you need to talk to 
anyway. 

"I will arrange to recover your things from your room 
for you and they will be kept here. Now I have some 
things to do so why don't look around and check things 
out and think about it? I would advise you to stay 
fairly close to the house and buildings and avoid going 
too far into the woods however, there is a pack of 
rather nasty wild dogs in the area and you wouldn't 
want to run into them. I've shot a few and they have 
learned to stay away from the house so it is safe 
outside. I'll see you later, help yourself to anything 
you find in the kitchen for lunch and we'll talk at 
dinner. By the way my name is Nick."

She spent the day exploring and soon realized he had to 
be rich beyond her dreams. There was indoor and outdoor 
pools with huge spas and piles of thick fluffy towels. 
The sauna had a big TV and piped in music with soft 
benches. The grounds were park like. There were several 
buildings hidden in the woods. Most held nothing to 
interest her while the largest was locked. Just past it 
was a clearing in the woods that reminded her of 
Stonehenge. Not that where were big rocks but there 
were smaller ones and stone benches in a similar 
pattern. A very pretty spot that nevertheless sent 
chills down her back. 

Returning to the house she found the gym and the 
theater. The kitchen exploration reviled more good food 
than she had ever seen, no wonder the gym was 
professional grade. Looking out the windows of rooms 
next some of the locked ones she noticed that there was 
always a lounge or hammock and a few odd posts sticking 
up. Almost like long dildos that were just about the 
right size and height for a woman to straddle and fuck 
herself on. One or two had things that looked like the 
saddle racks she had seen at the stable next to one of 
the clubs she used to dance at. She found about a half 
dozen doors locked to her scattered around the house, 
house hell the place was a mansion. She found herself 
thinking about his offer. 

She doubted there were too many sex acts she hadn't 
performed for her father so unless the guy was a killer 
she should be able to endure whatever he threw at her. 
After the year if he held up his end of the deal she 
would for the first time in her life have a real shot 
at a better life. The G.E.D. and his connections would 
open doors that always before were locked to her. 

The car, money and apartment represented the support 
and freedom of action that had been missing before. She 
had known a lot of freaks and bastards in her life and 
had a pretty good alarm system about them. Nick didn't 
set off any of her alarm bells, hell if he meant her 
any lasting harm she was already at his mercy and under 
his complete control anyway. Keep your eyes on the 
prize and remember its only for a year or so and you 
can get through anything she thought to herself as she 
realized she had already accepted his offer. 

At dinner she gave him her acceptance of his offer and 
signed a contract with him. She supposed she should 
have read it but it was in legalese so she trusted him. 
Hell she was trusting him with her life, this place was 
so remote she couldn't hear anything but birds and 
wind, she didn't know his name, and nobody knew where 
she was. 

"Now that you work for me we will start the trial 
period. Remove your clothes and get the fanny pack over 
there. In it you will find a bottle of sex lube, a 
couple of vibrators and dildos, and a two way radio. I 
may add to its contents from time to time but you will 
have it on or near you at all times. 

"You will spend at least two hours a day working out in 
the gym and I mean a good honest workout that leaves 
you tired and sore. I want and you need to be in shape. 
You will eat what you are offered but I think you will 
find the food better than you are used to even if it is 
different. You will take several pills each day and 
drink some teas that I will give you. They will not 
harm you, think of them as health supplements and I 
think you may like what they will do for you. 

"When you leave here I promise you will be a new woman 
and will feel years younger. You may feel free to just 
leave laundry and dishes around and there in no reason 
for you to worry about dirtying anything or leaving a 
mess, I have a very efficient staff although you may 
never see them. Your only job in to please me. 

"Tonight I want you to go to the gym and at the back 
there is a door you didn't see. Go in and you will find 
a large room devoted to sex. Spent some time and learn 
where things are, adjust as much of the equipment to 
fit you as you can figure out how to. See what's there 
and think about what interests you and what does not. 
For the next few days I want you to spent most of your 
time in either the gym working out or in the sex room 
getting used to what is there. 

"Of course you may use the spas to help relax you from 
your workouts as you need to. Just don't over do at 
first. Lots of slow easy things but move around and do 
different stuff. I don't want you to pull anything and 
put yourself out of action. You're a dancer and should 
know how to work out but there are some sheets of 
suggested workout routines in the gym so maybe you 
might want just follow one of the preplanned workouts. 
Same thing in the sex room, take it easy and don't get 
carried away, a couple of those fucking machines will 
get to you without you noticing until too late. Now I 
do have some things to do."

Before he left she managed to ask him the one thing 
that had been bothering her, why her?

"Two reasons really, one you look like somebody I used 
to know and two I made my money by finding things 
others thought of as worthless and salvaging them. Now 
I do it for a hobby. If I can help someone like you and 
have some fun along the way why not? You will work 
harder that you ever have before and you will earn your 
redemption with blood, sweat, and tears so when you 
have it you can be proud of the fact that you earned it 
the hard way. 

"I meant it when I said you would not leave here as the 
woman you are today. Unless you screw up the world will 
no longer shit on you at will. You won't have to dance 
and let slobs paw you. You will be set forever. Now I 
really have to get going. I'll see you tomorrow or the 
next day."

She found the sex room and was shocked by its size and 
what was there. She'd been in sex shops with less 
stock. There was a lot of BDSM equipment and toys as 
well as sex chairs and swings. More dildos, vibrators, 
butt plugs, and other toys than she had ever seem. 
Another of the saddle racks and several of the floor 
mounted dildos were there as well. Floor mats and some 
kind of electronic equipment she could not identify as 
well as hoses and floor drains were scattered around. 

God, fifty people could have an orgy in there without 
crowding or having to wait for something to use. The 
only thing that bothered her was the gallows and the 
garrote post. She hoped they were not for real use 
although she could see some people getting off playing 
with them. And the guillotine had to be fake even 
though it looked fully functional. 

She spent several hours just exploring the room and its 
contents before returning to her bed. Her sleep was 
bothered by dreams she could not remember but she awoke 
refreshed to find breakfast waiting on her night stand. 
Food and pills that she could not identify but that was 
tasty and left her feeling good and ready to face the 
world. A good hard workout left her ready for the spa 
before returning to the sex room. 

She needed to ask if she could wear a sports bra and 
shorts for her workouts though. Her tits hurt from the 
bouncing and she was a bit chafed from the bike but 
other than that it felt good to move and use her body. 
And she was in better shape that she thought she was. 
Almost three hours in the gym and she could still walk. 
A light workout tonight to keep herself from stiffing 
up should make it a good day. 

Once back in the sex room she spent some time actually 
sitting in and on a lot of the equipment. Most fit her 
rather well although the bike needed some adjustment. 
Instead of turning a wheel the pedals moved a dildo up 
and down in the seat. Ride and fuck at the same time. 
She played with it for a while and found herself 
responding to it to the point where she had a small 
orgasm. Kind of surprised her, she had not had one from 
having something stuck in her for a long time. 

Usually the only way she could cum was by playing with 
her clit or being eaten and since she rarely had anyone 
to eat her she was left with her trusty vibrators or 
fingers. Besides she was normally too stressed out and 
tired to bother trying so a orgasm was a fairly rare 
thing for her. Maybe it was a good sign. 

She found the fucking machines he had mentioned too. 
One was a upholstered half drum with three shafts that 
various dildos could be mounted on. The control box was 
clearly labeled and she soon figured it all out. By 
pushing the right buttons she could control the speed, 
angle, and depth of the stroke of each shaft 
independently and could add vibrations to the whole 
thing. 

The third shaft puzzled her at first then she realized 
it was meant to work her clit. She could ride it like a 
horse or it could be turned on its end and bolted to 
the floor so she could lay on her back while it worked. 
Nice toy. She tried it out and was rewarded with one 
hell of an orgasm. She never wanted to get off the 
thing but remembering his warning about taking it easy 
she decided not to get greedy. 

The other machine was a collection of rods and 
machinery that baffled her. It looked like it was meant 
to be used lying down but she decided to let him 
explain it to her. She did just have to try the rubber 
man though. A life sized and very real looking and 
feeling male doll sporting a rather large rigid cock it 
looked like fun. Once more it was easy to find the 
controls. A few simple buttons controlled the twitching 
and vibrating of the cock and the red one sent a stream 
of very real looking cum spurting up into the air. It 
was even warm to the touch. 

Her pussy was still wet from the big O the machine 
caused so she was able to jump on and ride um cowgirl. 
She was soon bouncing up and down like a crazy lady as 
the twitching vibrating phallus drove her wild. Somehow 
she remembered to push the red button as her climax 
washed over her and the resulting hot spray striking 
her insides just blew her away.

Deciding enough was enough she staggered off to the 
shower and the spa. A late lunch and a short nap before 
another workout in the gym completed her day. He did 
not join her for dinner but there was soft music 
playing and there was a note on the table reminding her 
not to overdo and apologizing for not telling her to 
dress for those parts of her workout where might be 
necessary to do so. 

Once more there were pills and a cup of strange tea to 
go along with a dinner of things she could not name but 
were very good. There was just enough food to satisfy 
her without making her feel stuffed. Tired and content 
she went to bed early thinking that so far she was 
pleased with the deal but knowing the blood, sweat, and 
tears were coming someday and vowing to be ready and 
able to last the year no matter what was required of 
her. 

The next day went much the same until just after lunch 
when her radio beeped. She received orders to go 
outside and on the south side of the house she would 
find things she would need as well as written 
instructions. What she found was a lounge chair, a few 
large dildos, a jar of some kind of greasy lube that 
smell mediciny, and one of the dildo stakes mounted 
nearby. She looked at the windows nearby trying to see 
if he was watching but the silvery coatings prevented 
her from seeing anything. Following the instructions in 
the note she smeared a handful of the grease on and in 
both her pussy and asshole and then inserted a large 
butt plug and matching dildo before laying back on the 
lounge to masturbate. 

Whatever the lube was it had a definite affect on her. 
There was a period of an icy hot feeling that was just 
short of painful and then there was a need just fuck 
herself as much as she could. Before long she had 
withdrawn the butt plug and has swapped it for another 
large dildo and was franticly plunging both in and out 
of her holes as she writhed in passion so intense it 
bordered on pain. Then just before she exploded in what 
promised to be the biggest orgasm in her life the radio 
beeped and she was ordered to freeze. 

Only by a supreme act of will did she manage to pull 
herself back from the oh so tempting release and just 
lay there shuddering in frustrated longing. She was 
then ordered to stand and to impale herself on the 
nearby stake. She had to stand in tiptoe to get over 
the top of it and as she slid down and it filled her 
all the denied passion boiled back to the surface. But 
once more the voice on the radio demanded her to stand 
quietly. 

She was shocked to feel the thing grow and rise in her 
until it was just short of lifting her off the ground 
and she was forced to stand on tiptoe once more to 
relive the pain and pressure as the rounded point 
pushed against her insides. Before long the icy burning 
returned and her calves and thighs were on fire from 
the effort required to keep herself from being speared 
by the stake. And the denied climax was still churning 
her guts demanding release.

Then just as she was running through her last reserves 
of strength and willpower, shaking and knowing that any 
second she would collapse the thing returned to its 
original size and she was released. She fell to the 
grass as her body failed to support itself and even as 
she lay exhausted she still was consumed by the need to 
release the pent up orgasm burning in her. But as her 
hands began to move toward her crotch the radio 
demanded her to stop and return to the sex room.

Hoping desperately to be allowed to release the sexual 
need boiling inside her she almost ran to the sex room. 
Once there she found Nick standing in the middle of it 
and wearing a loose robe of raw silk. There was a large 
bulge tenting the front of the robe and she fixed her 
eyes in it like a drug addict would on his next fix. A 
visceral need so deep she would kill to feel that prick 
sliding into her. Following unspoken instructions she 
walked to him and knelt as his feet, a petitioner 
begging for a boon from her lord and master, begging 
without words for release from what was rapidly 
becoming a preview of hell. 

He opened his robe and for the first time she saw his 
manhood. It was huge. Ten or twelve inches long and too 
thick for her fingers to reach around she feared it and 
wanted it at the same time. It might rip her apart but 
the release would be worth the price. But she was not 
allowed to use it for her own pleasure. Instead she 
found herself with it filling her mouth, spreading her 
jaws and filling her throat until she could not 
breathe. Gagging her as he slid it in and out. 

Just as her vision began to fade from the lack of air 
he pulled it out and allowed her to catch her breath. 
The whole thing was repeated over and over before he 
stopped. Her jaws ached and the need to climax still 
churned inside her. He laid her back on the floor and 
just for a second she thought at last he was going to 
fuck her, pound her until she could explode and release 
the orgasm she needed so badly. But it was not to be, 
instead he greased her tits and slid his cock between 
them. 

Her whole body shook as he fucked her rack. Then just 
as she felt he must spasm he stopped and forced the 
greasy pole into her mouth. The taste was awful as he 
rammed deep down her throat before the massive prick 
spewed forth what seemed like gallons of thick cock 
juice. She swallowed as fast as she could but she felt 
like she would drown before he withdrew. 

He was still spurting as he pulled out and her face was 
splattered. The thick white fluid dripped down to her 
tits and dripped off her chin. Knowing most men wanted 
to be licked clean she did so as well as using her 
fingers to mop it off herself before licking them clean 
as well. When she was done she sat back on her heels 
and pleaded with her eyes for permission to satisfy 
herself or for him to do it for her. It was denied. 

She had been denied climaxes before and always the need 
had soon receded to just an empty feeling of loss that 
passed. This time the need kept increasing until it was 
the most important thing in her world. She would 
happily die if the last thing she felt was the climax 
she wanted. 

He led her over to a padded sawhorse and bent her over 
it. After securing her wrists and ankles to the legs of 
it he fingered her cunt just enough to have her 
screaming and begging for more. With her head down of 
the one side of the horse she had no warning when the 
first blow of the whip landed. Then a second and a 
third. Moving up and down her legs and ass until she 
was screaming in agony. Then he changed the angle of 
attack. A river of acid washed her as the whip cut her 
asshole and raging cunt. 

Six times he slashed the two holes and the tender flesh 
around them before he stopped. Sue was left beyond 
screaming. No sounds could convey the combination of 
agony and sexual need that ruled her body. She was 
reduced to begging please, please, please without 
knowing if she was asking for the pain to stop or for 
him to just fuck her. She wanted both but the twin 
needs were joined into one desperate plea. His fingers 
probed her and her cunt tried to suck them in before 
they could escape, once again she was left empty. 

Sobbing in frustration she shook as the disappointment 
only added to her need. Then she was screaming as the 
huge meat was rudely jammed into her. It felt like she 
was being torn in two. God it hurt and she wanted more 
of it, please don't stop, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, 
rip me apart, I don't care as long as you fuck me. She 
cried as he pulled out and then she screamed as he 
plunged past her tight ass ring to take her in the ass. 

She knew he was killing her but that was ok as long as 
that huge dick was in her and moving. Her body tried to 
find the orgasm it needed but all that happened was she 
climbed ever higher, she had never though it was 
possible to hold so much need and passion in one body. 
He could have burned her arms in a fire and she would 
not have noticed, not as long as that wonderful, huge, 
painful prick kept pounding into her body. That was all 
that counted.

Then he withdrew once more leaving her asshole grasping 
at nothing but wanting everything. He walked around in 
front of her and lifting her head by the hair asked her 
what she would do if he would only allow her to find 
the release she was willing to die for. Anything, 
anything, beat me, kill me, make me a slave forever, 
sent me to hell, JUST FUCK ME!! was the answer from her 
lips and he could see it in her eyes as well. 

Nodding he returned to her cunt and in seconds she was 
filled once more. His fucking now was a brutal rape 
that cared nothing for her comfort, pleasure , or even 
her safety and life and she loved it. Her screams rose 
until they cracked like glass leaving her with only 
grunts and moans to convey the feelings controlling 
her. Her cunt gripped and sucked him, demanding more of 
him and he responded. 

Then it was over, what seemed like gallons of semen 
flooded her as her orgasm exploded and consumed her in 
its fires. Her body shook and spasmed, the breath 
driven from her lungs and the sight from her eyes. 
Waves of release washed over her as the need finally 
was satisfied. He collapsed over her back and the two 
of them lay there while her convulsions subsided and 
left her unknowing and uncaring. 

She never felt it when he pulled out and released a 
flood of their mixed sex fluids to run down her legs 
and puddle on the floor. She felt only the wonderful 
emptiness and contentment that followed the explosion 
of her long denied climax. Knowing nothing outside of 
her body she was a limp rag as he untied her and moved 
her to the bed leaving her to recover from the 
experience. Looking down at her limp and ravaged body 
he thought to himself that this one will be one hell of 
a servant. 

Sue woke up in the morning gasping in pain. Her whole 
body was sore but it was her pussy and ass that were 
the worst. She had vague memories of lying in a cum 
soaked bed and of hands cleaning her and somehow she 
ended back in her own bed. There was the ever-present 
tea and pills along with a note telling her to soak 
away the worst stiffness and get moving as soon as she 
could in the gym. 

Knowing it was good advice she did so and was soon 
moving much better although she fervently hoped he 
would not demand any sexual performances for her for a 
day or two. She was too sore to even think about it. 
Nick must have known she was in no condition for the 
only demand he made of her was a request for her to 
sunbathe outside of the same window as yesterdays orgy 
had started under. She lay in the sun facing the window 
and just enjoyed the rest although she did think to 
give him a bit of a show by posing in some sexy 
positions and flashing him a little spread beaver shot 
from time to time. 

The warm sun relaxed her and soothed the sore muscles 
in her body. She found herself thinking about what he 
was seeing. She was tall and full figured without being 
the slightest bit fat, she was just buxom and broad 
hipped with long shapely legs. Honey blond hair that 
was cut in a short pageboy was about the only hair on 
her body except her eyebrows and lashes.

In spite of all the cocks and other things that had 
been thrust in them over the years her pussy and 
asshole still resembled those of a teenager. Small and 
tight looking in spite of their ability to accept large 
items. Her breasts were large and tipped by small pale 
nipples that were only now starting their descent 
downward. Her belly was firm and tight with just a 
slight amount of fullness. Just enough to encourage a 
hand to slide down the slope to find the treasure at 
the bottom. 

From his place in the window he could not see the small 
but unmistakable signs on a too hard life that showed 
up close and were the reason she had started the slide 
downhill as a dancer. As she thought about his watching 
eyes hidden behind the window she became aware of a 
tingling in her pussy that surprised her. The thought 
of being watched like this and by him was getting to 
her. 

Most strippers have a streak of exhibitionist in them. 
Even if it was missing at first the reward of money and 
comments and praise soon instilled it in them. Showing 
off earned them good things and it was kind of fun most 
of the time with a good bunch of guys so it shouldn't 
come as a surprise that she was enjoying it and was 
being turned on by it. She wanted him and as she 
thought of the two of them making love instead of the 
raw rape that they had shared last night her fingers 
gently began to play with her clit. 

Fortunately it had been spared the worst of the ill 
treatment of yesterday having suffered only a cut or 
two from the whip and it was already almost recovered 
from that. As her fingers moved ever faster at 
strumming and tweaking the tender knob she was rewarded 
with a spreading pleasure that tingled her tits and 
warmed her cunt. For some time she was unaware of 
anything except for her feeling and the knowledge that 
he was watching. Just after she had shuddered through a 
very nice quiet climax and had settled down from it the 
radio beeped with his thanks for a fine show and the 
offer to meet her for lunch.

He showed up nude for the first time since she had 
known him and she decided she liked the view. He was a 
rugged mass of masculine flesh that defied any attempt 
to figure out his age. He looked thirty but his eyes 
showed too much experience for him to be that young. 
The best she could come up with was somewhere between 
forty and fifty but even that was a guess. Even soft 
and swinging free his cock was larger then most men's 
were when hard. She felt a quiver of fear and longing 
pass through her body as she thought of once more 
entertaining it inside of herself. 

There was some small talk and he expressed his thanks 
once more for the show outside and his concern over her 
condition from last night. Reassuring him as to her 
basically sound condition except for quite tender holes 
she tried to find out what his plans for her were. 

"Well Sue it goes like this, last night will not be the 
hardest night nor the most painful in the next month. 
I'd be lying to tell you otherwise. There will be worse 
and a lot worse but you will get through them. I'm 
sorry that there isn't a easier way but you just have 
to gut up and get though it. After your training period 
you will have to pass a test that will demand 
everything you are capable of. There is no other way 
and there is only three possible outcomes, you pass and 
become my servant if fact for a year and earn your 
chance at a new life or you fail. 

"If you fail there may be a chance for you to train 
another month and try again and there is a small but 
very real possibility of your death. Now listen to me 
very carefully, I have trained more women for this test 
that you would ever guess and I won't allow you to take 
it unless I think you will pass. You will do fine if 
you listen to me and work hard. The main thing is 
endurance, you must endure everything and still 
function. You cannot panic or surrender to despair, if 
you do you will fail and may die. 

"I'm sorry but there is no other way. You will be given 
a chance to walk away at the last minute but only at 
the cost of losing all. You have been working hard and 
if you keep on the same way you will be ready. Today 
just another light workout and then tomorrow go back to 
pushing yourself and there will be another bad time in 
the afternoon but after that we will take some time off 
and I will spent a while just working on your pleasure. 

"Think of it as a reward while you are hurting 
tomorrow. And no I'm not trying to scare you but you 
must be able to face up to whatever comes at you and 
still function. You know bad things will be done to you 
and I've told you death is a very real possibility. You 
know this and still you must march into the valley of 
death with a firm stride and with your head held high, 
anything less will fail. 

"It might be a good idea to use some of the more 
extreme things in the sex room, practice enduring 
instead of looking for pleasure. Use things that are 
too big and do things that hurt, just be careful not to 
injure yourself. Same thing in the gym, push until you 
drop and then go a little farther. I can teach and 
train but in the end its your own efforts and your own 
sweat and pain that will allow you to win through to 
your new life. Also I'm not the one who will test you. 
I have an old friend that will do it and the final 
decision is his, pass, fail, or die. Now get that fine 
ass back to work."

Sue did get her fine ass back to work and as she 
staggered on the treadmill her mind raced through the 
things she had learned. That death was one thing that 
could happen did not seem to really bother her, she 
guessed it was because as a stripper and a soon to be 
whore she had always kind of figured on dying young. 
Drugs, booze, suicide, or murder at the hands of a pimp 
or john or some freak that hunted her down after a 
dance. She had seen other girls die all those ways and 
was smart enough to see it somewhere on her downhill 
road. 

Her life had always been hell and she had faced it 
alone. She was no stranger to pain, it had always been 
with her. To earn a fresh shot at life was worth dying 
for and a second month of boot camp was even a smaller 
price to pay. Nick really seemed to care even if it was 
the caring of a drill instructor and this was something 
new. 

The last person who cared if she lived or died was her 
mother and even she had limits placed on her by her 
husband and their life style. But at least she had 
tried. Now Nick was there to push and prod and test her 
limits. She knew each day would be a test no matter 
whet he said and she had to pass each one no matter how 
much she hurt and how hard it was and if she died at 
least she had given it her best shot.

She managed to make it through the rest of the day and 
the next morning and although she was tired and scared 
she still managed to walk through the door of the sex 
room with her head held high and to greet Nick with a 
smile. He made her kneel on a part of the floor that 
was made of very rough cement and placed a thick wooden 
rod behind her knees before telling her to sit back on 
her heels. 

Then he set a large heavy block of stone on the tops of 
her thighs. At once the pain was awful as the wood dug 
into the muscles and tendons behind her knees and the 
rough floor pressed into the thin flesh of her legs and 
the tops of her feet. Then he had her hold her arms out 
and set a brick in each hand and one on her head. The 
pain from her legs joined with the pain in her 
outstretched arms and the headache from the brick until 
the room vanished behind a blaze of agony. She let one 
arm droop until she dropped the brick. 

At once he jabbed a shock prod into her tit and she 
fell over from the blast of its power. She was pulled 
up by her hair and the bricks were replaced with 
heavier ones. When she failed the whole process was 
repeated except she was shocked on both breasts. With 
her third failure it was her breasts and her clit and 
even more bricks. She had no idea how long she endured 
or of how many times she paid the price for her 
weakness but finally she could no longer move enough to 
hold the position or the bricks even though she was 
shaking with the effort. 

She was helped up enough to remove the stick and as she 
tried to stand the return of the blood and feeling to 
her legs was worse that the torture that had caused it. 
Before she could collapse in spite of her best efforts 
he picked her up as easily as he would small child and 
carried her to the nearest spa and gently set her in 
the hot swirling waters. Time and one of his teas and a 
few pills soon had her restored to the point where she 
could move and eat. The thought of days and days of 
tortures like this almost overwhelmed her but she 
remembered his advice to keep her eyes on the prize. 

She had no idea how pleased he was with her 
performance. She was a lot tougher that she knew or 
than he had guessed. She had shown both a deep 
sexuality and a core of real steel as well a 
willingness to work hard and suffer for something she 
thought was worth it. She had fought and screamed and 
collapsed but never did she quit trying no matter what 
he did to her both the first day of her real training 
when he had tested her limits sexually and this 
afternoon when he had probed her toughness. 

She was not very hungry but he insisted that she eat a 
full meal telling her she would need her strength. 
After the meal they went outside and watched the stars 
for awhile while soft music played and they shared a 
bottle of wine. She decided it was nice sitting with 
her head cradled on his chest and his arm draped 
protectively over her shoulders. Then just as she was 
about to doze off he kissed her, lightly at first and 
then more passionately. 

She responded fully and before long they were down on 
the soft grass intertwining their bodies. She knew just 
how powerful he was but his gentleness surprised her. 
His mouth and fingers played her like a fine musical 
instrument and she responded with her own music. Then 
she felt his lips on her pussy, lips and tongue and 
fingers. He was magnificent as he treated her to the 
best oral sex she had ever dreamed of. 

Her passion did not build but rather spread like oil on 
water until her whole being was floating at a sea of 
soft delight. Then he worked his way back up her body 
and lifted her legs as he rolled unto his side so he 
could enter her while her legs laid over his hips. His 
hand gently spread her thighs and guided his rock hard 
cock into with just enough force to prove to her he was 
in command and that she should just let him take her to 
wherever he was planning. Once he was well in her the 
fingers began to play with her nubbin. 

Her delight grew as he ever so slowly slid in and out 
of her. His mouth found a breast as his other hand 
moved under to play with her ass. She had him in her 
and on her four ways and she could not have told which 
was the best. It all joined in a symphony of pleasure 
that lifted her to heights she had never visited 
before. Very few times in her life had anybody ever 
made love to her and never like this. 

Finally she could stand it no longer. She breathing 
sped up and heart raced, her head shook from side to 
side as she called upon God to thank him. He sensed her 
need and quickened his pace driving deeper into her 
with each push until they were as close as they could 
get. His once quiet play with her clit and ass now were 
more forceful. With perfect timing she climaxed a 
second ahead of him and his climax lifted her higher 
and higher until the wave broke and drowned her under 
its tumbling waters. 

When she next became aware of anything she could feel 
him still twitching and adding to the flood of juices 
leaking from her cunt. They lay together for a long 
time before he slipped out. The gush of liquid reminded 
her of a film she had seen once. A woman was fucking a 
horse and the flood that poured out of her 
overstretched snatch could not have much bigger that 
the one he had blessed her with. He had been out for 
several minutes now and she was still leaking. 

Finally they moved back into the house to clean up and 
she felt she needed it. There was cum running down her 
legs from the fresh gush as she had stood up. He seemed 
to have other ideas however. Stopping at the first 
chair he sat her down and knelt to pay homage to her 
with his mouth and tongue once more. Soft and slow he 
reminded her of the passionate love that had shared 
without relighting her fires. 

When he was done she was just a wet spot without 
thoughts or bones, nothing but a puddle of pleasured 
flesh. Once more she awoke in a bed without knowing how 
she got there. And to her surprise she was not alone. 
He was spooned with her and his hand was on her breast 
while his warm breath ruffled her hair. Unwilling to 
move and break the spell she just lay quietly and 
enjoyed the feelings. Then the hand on her breast 
started tracing trails of sparks over its surface while 
his mouth nibbled on her neck and ear. 

Before long they were once more coupled. She was ready 
and short fused and hardly noticed that this time he 
was firmly planted in her rear hole. Again the 
perfectly timed spray of hot semen lifted her orgasm 
and left her shaking with pleasure. 

The payment for the pleasure was more pain and work and 
still more pain. The days went by and most of them 
found her screaming in agony as he pushed her ever 
harder. She was whipped and crucified and hung from her 
toes and thumbs. She suffered strappido and impalement. 
The booger swing taught her new levels of misery. 
Locked for hours in a cage too small to stand sit or 
lay and made of bars that dug into her flesh as she 
waited for the torment to end. She was frozen and baked 
and denied food and water. 

She fought for air as the noose slowly killed her. 
Trial followed trial and torture followed torture. Then 
there were the golden times when he made love to her. 
She noticed that it usually happened just after a 
rougher that normal time and often it was all that kept 
her going, that and the prize she was working so hard 
to earn. 

Then it was over. Her month was up. She had lost track 
of the days. Overpowered by the onslaught of grief and 
agony that had ruled her life. She was awakened by 
breakfast in bed and a slow gentle loving. A hot bath 
while he washed her like a child and a seat in the warm 
sun. She had made it this far and she sensed he was 
going to tell her something important. 

"Sue, you have done better than I had dared to hope. 
You are as ready as any woman I have ever trained. You 
still must pass but it is well within your powers to do 
so. It will be hard and painful and there is a price in 
agony and suffering but you can do, just remember what 
you have already been through and what is to be earned 
and it all will be yours. Stay tough and hang in there. 
Now I must tell you things you may not wish to believe 
but I promise every word is true." 

"I am a wizard. Or a warlock, a witch, mage, magician, 
or what ever other name you wish to call one who works 
real magic. And there is such a thing as real magic, 
never doubt it for a second. There are things that you 
have never dreamed about, things that you thought were 
only tales or myths or just stories. I'm older than you 
would ever guess and I have friends that come from 
places that you could never imagine. One of them will 
be your tester. Golish is a resident of another place, 
a plane, a parallel world if you will. You might think 
of him as a demonic servant although he is neither a 
demon nor a servant. We have a long term relationship 
that is closer to a partnership than anything else. We 
work together and both of us profit from it. 

"He is large and scary to look at but to me he is a 
trusted friend. And you must trust me. To do otherwise 
is to fail and to fail is to die. You trusted me to 
hang you until you passed out now you must trust me in 
this. Tomorrow night you will meet him and he will 
spend the night doing unspeakable things to you. He may 
kill you before dawn but you will not die. Or rather 
you will but one of the powers he has is almost the 
power over death itself. You will die but you will 
return unharmed. From tomorrow night on you will 
remember nothing of what happens to you for the rest of 
the year. Each day must be faced anew and everything 
that happens to you must be faced without flinching or 
fear."

"We will spent today, tonight, and tomorrow preparing 
for your ordeal. You will only eat two meals before 
tomorrow night, lunch today and breakfast tomorrow but 
you will not feel hungry. This afternoon I will try to 
explain as much as I can to you and then we must 
cleanse you body and sprit. We will anchor you to this 
time and place and bond your sprit to your body so you 
will be able to live again after you are killed. You 
will work harder than you have ever worked in your 
life. At the last possible minute I will allow you the 
chance to back out. If you do so I have the power to 
remove all memories of your time here from your mind 
and I will do so before you are returned to the life 
you left."

As they ate a fine lunch Sue thought about what he had 
said. Were friendly monsters from an alternate 
dimension something she could believe in? And magic 
being real, was he lying to her or were there things 
that she didn't know about? Just how far could she 
trust him anyway? She had already trusted him to hang 
her by the neck until darkness had claimed her. As far 
as she knew he had never lied to her, he had done 
everything he had said he would do and she could see no 
reason not to trust him now. She had already decided 
that it was worth any price to gain a new life and 
nothing had changed her mind there. 

He watched her as she struggled with the new world he 
had let her glimpse. The next twenty four hours would 
tell if all the time he had invested in her would pay 
off or not. He was certain that if she did not panic 
over Golish she would do fine. As soon as lunch was 
over he would teach her about magic. Teach and show. 
Maybe even take her to meet Xanplax, yes he should do 
nicely. Scary enough to prove things like him are real 
and easy to do. 

"Sue listen closely this stuff is important. I'm going 
to teach you the basics of magic. First it is real and 
before we are done today I will prove it to you. There 
are four kinds of magic and thus four kinds of mage. 
The first is mind magic. Its something you're born with 
although other mages can learn to do the same things 
but we do it differently. Things like mind reading, 
seeing the future, finding things, fetching and moving 
things, and a few other stunts. 

"The second is elemental magic. That's using the powers 
of earth, air , water, and fire. Its done by either 
forcing or befriending the elementals of each area. 
Generally an elemental master will only command one set 
of elementals. I can command any of them and I use them 
for things like keeping this place clean and doing all 
the other servant type work around here. They also make 
pretty good spies. Then there is life magic. Everything 
that lives produces power and a life mage can harness 
it to his use. 

"At the least he has his own power and a master can tap 
and store the power of every living thing he comes in 
contact with. It is also the type most easily 
perverted. A lazy mage can collect sex magic, a corrupt 
one can use blood or death magic. Sex, pain, and death 
all release large amounts of power. It's the reason sex 
with a virgin is something special. Sex with a willing 
virgin releases a lot of power but even the rape of one 
provides more that almost any other single source. Some 
mages even learn to bleed power from living things 
beyond that which leaks out all the time. Think of them 
as physic vampires. Then there's mages like me, planer 
mages. We learn ways to draw power from other planes. 
It's a lot of work and requires allies to do it but the 
power is limitless, godlike even."

"That's what all this it for. I command an unbelievable 
amount of power but power is like drugs, never enough. 
Golish desires the pain and death of others. He draws a 
special kind of power from it. Nothing you will ever 
need or miss but he has to have it to live. In return 
for my providing him with the chance to acquire it he 
provides me with all the power I can handle. You get a 
new life so everyone comes out of it with something. We 
all work and sweat to pay for it too. Nothing is free. 
We will visit Xanplax this afternoon as a way of 
showing you this is all real. He can time travel and 
take somebody with him but his price is either a life 
complete with a soul or a fruit basket. Crazy but that 
the way it sometimes works." 

"Also I must warn you when we visit any plane you must 
do exactly as I tell you. Not all of the beings there 
are nice and most are not really trustworthy. They will 
live up to any bargain but they can find a loophole 
faster that a crook lawyer and will grab you in a 
heartbeat if they think they can get away with it. Any 
questions?"

They spent the rest of the afternoon covering the 
knowledge of magic he felt she needed. Then it was time 
to visit Xanplax. The two of them went to the circle of 
stones she had found and had thought of as a mini 
Stonehenge. It was what he called a circle of power or 
a working place, a place where it was safe to invite 
beings from somewhere else to visit or from where to 
launch a visit to elsewhere. Stopping at the entrance 
they removed their clothes such as they were and 
entered. He placed her inside a smaller circle of white 
stones. 

"Whatever happens, whatever you see or hear do not 
leave this spot for any reason. Things may not what 
they seem where we are going. The only protection you 
have is to stay right here. Once you move outside of 
the wards guarding this small circle you will face a 
certain fate that is truly worse than death. Inside you 
are safe, outside you are doomed and I cannot help 
you." 

As Sue stood watching he went through the workings of 
power that would allow them to visit where ever Xanplax 
lived. At first nothing seemed to happen. Then she saw 
a shimmering cylinder of pale light grow around both 
herself and him. She reached out to touch it and found 
it to be soft and warm to her skin but totally 
unyielding as she pushed against it. Soon after a 
larger circle grew up around the whole group of stones. 
As it grew the sky darkened until the only light was 
the faint glow from the three circles. Suddenly she 
noticed there was no longer grass under her bare feet. 

She was floating suspended is the darkness. As she 
moved to look around herself she realized that there 
seemed to be no air with her. Yet she could breathe. 
Holy shit ! This magic stuff is real, he wasn't 
fooling. My god , I'm going to meet a demon she 
thought. A darkness even more dense and solid then the 
blackness of the nothingness around her drifted up to 
them. A sudden burst of light forced a small whimper 
from her and she felt a wetness run down her legs. 

The fact that she had just pissed herself seemed like a 
minor detail as the light faded and left her looking at 
something beyond the worst nightmare. The was huge, she 
would make a bite sized snack for it. No words could 
ever describe it yet she knew it was real and the most 
dangerous thing she had ever seen. It looked her over 
with the same attitude a cat looks at a trapped mouse 
before turning to face her master. 

"Greetings mage, what brings you to my realm, did you 
bring me a small tasty morsel?"

"No my friend, not unless you are referring to the bag 
of fresh apples at my feet. I wished for my servant to 
meet you. She had doubts about magic being real but I 
think she has changed her mind on the subject now. 
Tomorrow night she meets Golish for her trial so I 
thought it would help prepare her to meet you first." 
Xanplax please meet my loyal servant Sue. She has done 
well during the early trials and I am very pleased with 
her. Sue meet the mighty Xanplax, a long time friend 
and working partner.

"Hello Sue, I greet you as a valuable servant to a 
mighty mage. May your next trials be as rewarding as 
your last and may you win the prize you seek. The task 
you have undertaken is one worthy of a hero and I wish 
you the success you deserve."

"Thank you for your time my friend. Enjoy the apples." 

All of a sudden they were back in the circle of stones 
and the walls of light were fading away. 

Sue staggered back and just kind of collapsed onto one 
of the larger ones. In just a few minutes her whole 
world view had been shattered. No longer did she doubt 
the things he had told her. 

All of a sudden it hit her, if Xanplax was something 
she met in order to prepare her for Golish what in the 
hell kind of monster was it? For a minute she was ready 
to demand to be freed from this madhouse. But as she 
settled down she realized that really nothing had 
changed except the fact that there was a lot more to 
the world than she had ever known. She still was 
willing to risk everything and to endure anything to 
win a new life. There may be fates worse than death but 
so was her life before this chance arose. The hell with 
it, she decided, I'm going for broke, win or die. 

He helped her back to the house and she noticed it was 
full dark outside even though the sun had not quite set 
when the circle was raised. Surely they had not spent 
that long wherever they had visited. He noticed her 
confusion. "Time does funny things on some of the 
planes. I never stay long when I visit because if I do 
its hard to find you're your way back to the here and 
now. 

Just the few minutes we spent with Xanplax translated 
into several hours here. That's why I'll bring Golish 
here and let him maintain the link with his plane. Its 
much safer that way. Lets get a drink and some sleep. 
Tomorrow's a long day and the night will be a bitch."

***

The next morning they made love in the light of the 
dawn before a huge breakfast. As they ate he laid out 
the plan for the day. 

"We must purify you and then anchor your body and sprit 
to this place. Today will be as hard and as painful as 
anything you have done but it has to be done. I promise 
you that by the time you meet Golish you will have 
recovered completely. 

"Magic can do many things including that. Also this is 
the last food either of us will get for the next year 
other than the odd cup of tea or water. More magic. I 
have to ask do you wish to quit? Its almost the last 
chance to back out and return to your old life, OK then 
lets be about it, we've got a lot to do.

"The cleansing ritual started out simple enough, a bath 
in pure rain water, being scrubbed with white sand and 
drying in the sun. Then a blindfold and the binding of 
her hands. She was led some distance before being 
allowed to stand quietly. Suddenly she felt heat on her 
bare skin. The blindfold was removed. In front of her 
was a large fire that did not seem to have any fuel 
except for a handful of twigs that were not burning 
even though they were in the center of the flames. 
Around them was another dome of light. 

"Sue, listen to me now. This is the first pass or die 
test. You must walk freely into the fire and stand 
there. Be brave, to doubt is to die. Trust in me and in 
your own heart and will. You can do this. Now step into 
the fire." 

From somewhere she found the courage to move. A first 
small step then larger ones. Her body tried to flinch 
away from the heat but her feet had a mind of their own 
and carried her to her doom. Then she was standing 
inside the roaring flames. It did not hurt. The cords 
binding her hands burned away and she was free. Using 
her hands she bathed in the flames, scrubbing her skin 
with the flickering fire. She turned to look back at 
him but all she could see was fire. Her hair was 
lifting and moving from the air currents within the 
fire but did not burn. Then the flames died until she 
was left standing over a few small sticks in the 
sunshine. 

With wide eyes she looked at him. Unspoken questions in 
them. She had expected to die in the flames but instead 
she felt refreshed and for the first time in her life 
she was unafraid and completely at peace. All the pent 
up anger and the years of hurt were gone. She 
remembered but without the pain that had accompanied 
the memories. 

"Feels good huh? From this moment on you start fresh. 
Remember this feeling for all time, know what a clean 
soul feels like, practice keeping it clean, feel 
whatever whenever and then let the hurt and pain and 
hate go. Sweep it away like the dirt it is. Remember 
your mother's love, the sun on your face, all the good 
things that have ever happened to you no matter how few 
and save them like the gold that they are. Build a wall 
around yourself with them to repel the evil. Now you 
are ready to face the rest of your trials. Come." 

They went to the large locked building she had found on 
that first day so long ago. Inside was a large 
collection of torture devices set on a black marble 
floor. Golden lines formed patterns that she guessed 
had something to do with magic. It was kind of 
beautiful and very scary at the same time.

For every way of torturing or killing she had ever 
heard of there was the things needed to do it there. 
Everyone of them was set and waiting for her body. 
Suddenly she was cold. That it was the cold of her 
grave washing over her she knew without being told. 
This was death row, the concentration camp gas chamber, 
the Tyburn gallows, all of the places of death in the 
world were gathered here for her. He led her to the 
center of the pattern. A knife was laying on top of a 
small brassier. 

"You will take the dagger and cut your wrists. Deeply 
enough to cause the blood to spurt, the arteries must 
be slashed. Direct the spray into the fire and keep it 
there until you collapse. Do not fear anything, this is 
not a test and you will not be harmed as long as you do 
exactly as I tell you. Began now."

At his command she bent over and lifted the knife. At 
the first touch of the steel to her skin the flames 
leapt from the brassier to wash away the chill. 
Expecting pain she nevertheless cut herself deeply. As 
the red jets washed over the flames she realized it 
didn't hurt. Still no matter how hard she tried the 
loss of blood soon told and the world went first gray 
and then black and she fell.

As awareness replaced darkness she found herself 
standing as she was before. The blade in her hand was 
covered with blood but the skin on the inside of her 
wrists was unmarked. The flames were out and the ashes 
cool. 

"Your life forces are now bound to this place. It does 
not mean you are a prisoner here. What it means is that 
no matter what happens to you, no matter where you go 
as you fulfill your allotted tasks we will always be 
able to recover you and bring you back. I told you that 
you will be killed but not die. We have anchored your 
sprit to this place. When you are killed your sprit 
will come here to be reunited with your body. In truth 
you should be here already each time you are killed so 
what we really doing is preventing your soul from 
leaving. You are cleansed, you are anchored. 

"Now you must prepare yourself for what is to come. I 
want you to lay back and relax. Think of what is to 
come, think of being subjected to tortures, of meeting 
a monster and having him rape you, hurt you. Think of 
dying in horrible ways only to awake to fresh horrors. 
When you have thought about all those terrible things I 
want you to then think of how you felt after you came 
out of the cleaning fire. I want you to accept that 
intense agony and horrible deaths are nothing to be 
scared of. 

"Believe in your trust of me. Believe that in the end 
it is no more than what you have already been through. 
Know in your heart that you are a warrior, strong and 
brave, ready to face anything. Do this and you will win 
though. I will help you as I am able but in the end 
it's mostly up to you. To you and your brave heart. Do 
it."

Sue tried to do as he ordered her. She had been through 
so much in the past month. Had foreseen and tasted 
death hanging from his gallows as the blackness washed 
over her. Had stood in fire, met a monster, learned 
magic was real, traveled to places few had ever heard 
of. Her whole life had been a test of her will to live, 
were the forthcoming trials really that different? Her 
life had been teetering on the edge since her mother's 
murder. Shadows of evil had always hovered over her. 

As the rest of the day passed Sue came to grips with 
her fate. Once more she decided to risk everything. 
After all about all she had was her life and that was 
surely not worth much. To trade a year of pain 
suffering and dying for a new life seemed a good deal. 
She had twenty some years of pain and suffering already 
and had expected to be killed most any day now anyway. 
One more year and a couple of hundred temporary deaths 
were just something to get through. 

She opened her eyes knowing it was time. Golish was 
waiting. One last time he asked her if she was sure she 
wanted to continue. It was late but not too late to 
quit. From this point on to fail was to die horribly 
for all time. She was sure, scared to go on but even 
more scared not to. He looked into her eyes for a long 
time. "I thing you are ready. Scared to death maybe but 
at peace with whatever happens. Good. It's time, go 
stand in the silver circle and make yourself ready.

With an inner calm she watched as he went through the 
ritual to summon Golish. Once more there was darkness. 
Then a small pillar of light formed. It grew until it 
exploded like a skyrocket. When the flash was gone 
there was something standing in the darkness before 
her. She could feel the warm breath on her skin. Sense 
the nearness of power. Power but no evil. She reminded 
herself that whatever it was near her it was not the 
devil. It was a friend of her master come to use her as 
a tool in whatever works she had been hired to help 
with. A shape formed.

"Well my friend once more you have found a good servant 
for me. She should do nicely. Are you ready to be 
tested? Are you ready to feel such agony and death as 
your mind cannot comprehend. Will you surrender 
yourself willingly to me for this test. You seek rich 
rewards. Such rewards require great risk and great 
bravery. Will you proceed of your own accord? Speak 
only the truth. Now answer."

"You must be Golish, the being my master has asked to 
test me. Test and if found worthy to use in your joint 
works for one year. I am ready and willing to be 
tested. I do so of my own free will knowing that death 
and agony await. I will survive and triumph in the end. 
Use me as you see fit. I trust my master and he bids me 
to trust you and I will do so. I am ready."

"You answer well servant. Know that in all the years 
your master and I have worked together he has always 
presented me with good servants. Ones that have 
fulfilled they roles well. I expect no less from you. 
We began"

She was unable to really comprehend exactly what Golish 
looked like. He was a shape that was shimmering in her 
vision. Some parts would become clear then change. It 
was huge and powerful, strong beyond her understanding 
of the word. Able to rip and sunder her like a paper 
doll, that she knew. She also knew she was a necessary 
part of their plans. They would hurt her horribly, kill 
her and do it over and over again but they would not 
risk her being unnecessarily. As she steeled herself 
for the trial it began. 

A dragon's breath of flame shot toward her. She felt 
her hair light on fire, her skin shrivel, and her eyes 
burn. For a fair slice of forever the jet played over 
her body. Then it stopped. She could still see and she 
was unharmed except for the memory of the flames 
caress. From that point the test started in earnest. 
She was thrown to the floor. A male organ the size of 
her arm and covered with scales blasted it's way into 
her with each withdrawal the scales spread open to rip 
and tear her insides. Her blood ran freely as the 
unearthly rape continued. 

She endured. 

Golish's climax filled her with acid that was liquid 
fire. Set free to eat and corrode her most private 
places. Clawed fingers ripped and tore her breasts. 
Fangs slashed her skin. Once more the rape, this time 
her rear entrance paid the price. Real flame squirted 
inside her with his release. She was pulled by hands 
with the power of a rack. Pulled until her joints 
failed. The talons slowly peeled the skin from her 
body. Her bones broke. Her muscles torn. She endured. 
The pain reached levels beyond understanding. Hours and 
hours she suffered the torments of the damned. Agony 
piled upon suffering layered upon anguish. The were no 
words that could describe what she underwent. 

Then it ended. Ended with her broken and bleeding. Laid 
on the table of the guillotine. Face up with the 
release cord in her hand. 

"Servant you have suffered much. Do you wish to end 
your torment. Or do you wish to continue it for another 
year. To live in pain in order to win your prize or to 
pull the cord and die to end your suffering. That is 
your choice. Think well and choose wisely."

Somehow through all the pain Sue realized this was also 
a test. If she pulled the cord the blade would drop and 
cut her head off. The pain would end but she would die 
and so would her dreams of a better life. "This servant 
will not fail. I choose to live, to accept as the price 
of life unending agonies. I will win." Her hand opened 
and the cord fell away. A flash of light blinded her 
and as her vision cleared she was uninjured and pain 
free. She stood next to the killing machine and looked 
at her master and his friend. 

"Servant you have chosen well. You are worthy and I 
look forward to enjoying the taste of your suffering. 
You have passed the test and can look forward to your 
reward when we are done. Each time we meet will bring 
you closer to that which you wish. Go now and we will 
meet soon. Mage you have once again presented me with a 
fine feast and I thank you."

She was thankful for his hand on her arm as they made 
their way to a couch set off to one side.

"You did well Sue. Do you want to continue? Good. From 
now on I will be the one to torture you. Each night you 
will come here to be tortured and killed. Each morning 
you will be resurrected only to die that night. I was 
so proud of you when you threw away the trip cord. Did 
you know that if you had pulled it Golish probably 
wouldn't have restored you. I've lost three servants 
over the years to that test and he's only saved one of 
them. The other two died. Lets go outside and enjoy the 
sun for a while. It'll be the last time until you're 
done."

They spent the day just recovering. He made love to her 
in the soft grass and let the sun warm their sprits. 
Then it was time. Once more Golish joined them but he 
just stayed off to the side while her master proceeded 
with the night's work. 

Each and every night she suffered. Raped and violated 
both by his body and by devises meant to rip and tear. 
She knew what is was to have a pear inserted into her 
and to feel it expand to destroy her womanhood and her 
rectum. Knew the horror of having her eyes plucked from 
hr head. She was forced to watch as her breast were 
squeezed, stretched, ripped, and torn from her body. 
Had her skin slowly peeled from her body and was then 
washed with alcohol and rolled in salt. The agony of 
having her guts slowly pulled from her belly was hers. 
She was broken on the wheel. She suffered all this and 
much more. 

And each night she died. Died by hanging, struggling 
for just one more breath as the course rope strangled 
the life from her body. Died with a wooden stake 
pushing through her body ever so slowly. Died as flames 
ate her flesh. Perished as the blade of the guillotine 
or an axe severed her neck. Had her breath squeezed 
from her body by weights pressing on her chest. Drowned 
in vile waters and noxious chemicals. Shook in agony as 
poisons coursed through her veins. Died as strong 
cables ripped her arms and legs from her torso. Felt 
bullets and arrows pierce her flesh. Died screaming in 
ways that she had never heard of. Died and was restored 
to life by the powers of Golish. And each night Golish 
feasted on her pain and the agonies of her death. He 
feasted and in return passed huge amounts of power to 
Nick. Her rebirths were also filled with torture as her 
body was forced to heal and to accept the fled life 
force back into it. 

Every morning she was allowed to stagger to the couch 
and collapse on it. Every night she awoke to endure 
still more. Every night began afresh for her. As he had 
promised she remembered nothing of the previous night 
except for the dreams while she recovered each day. Her 
torments had all joined into one vast searing pain that 
had lasted forever and would continue until the end of 
time. She endured. At one point she realized if there 
was a hell she could walk up to the devil and dare him 
to do his worst. He would be an amateur compared to her 
master. She had found hell and was surviving it. 

Then one evening Golish was not summoned. Instead she 
was led to the house, given a warm bath, a light meal 
and was tucked into bed next to her master's warm body. 
Her year of torment was over. 

In the morning she awoke late and alone. There was food 
next to the bed and a hot bath waiting. After a long 
soak she walked by a mirror and was stopped in her 
tracks. Reflected in the glass was a stranger. Instead 
of a mid twenties burnout she was looking at a fresh 
faced cheerleader. No wrinkles, flat belly, high firm 
bouncy tits. About the only thing that still showed her 
age was the look in her eyes. The eyes that had seen 
way too much to match her seventeen year old body. 

She went looking for Nick and found him in the building 
where she had spent the last year. She watched as he 
finished cleaning up and as she waited she looked at 
the devices she knew had her blood on them. It was 
dreamlike but she knew it had been all too real. Nick 
watched her wander around as he finished. He understood 
her need to see it all one more time even if she would 
have the memories removed. After all it was her blood 
staining the blade of the . headsman's block and her 
flesh that had burned on the iron grill. Finally they 
spoke.

"It was all real, wasn't it Nick? You really tortured 
and killed me every night for a year. Golish is real. 
Everything happened here. I was dead but I'm alive. Not 
just once but night after night. My God to think it all 
happened. Shit."

"Yah Sue it all was real. Everything. Everything you 
remember and a lot more. Damn you were good. We raised 
unbelievable amounts of power. Enough so old Golish 
still owes me. I just couldn't handle it all at once. 
Lets get out of here. We need to talk."

They walked in the sun as he explained things to her. 
How every time Golish resurrected her he restored her 
to just a little younger than before and how all the 
little improvements had added up to her now youthful 
body. Her guess of seventeen was pretty close he 
figured. How he was allowing her remember a lot of what 
happened to her so she could both come to grips with it 
and so she would know bone deep how she had earned her 
rewards. 

And how when she returned to the world she would only 
remember enough to know how her own efforts and guts 
had bought her new life. That most of it would become 
half remembered dreams, a story she had heard once. The 
fact that all the magic she had been exposed to would 
have after effects. She would age very slowly and hold 
on to her looks if she took care of herself. Her life 
would be longer, perhaps as much as another hundred 
years. The vile luck that had always been hers would 
now change. He called it karma. Said it was something 
that magic could balance. He expected that she would 
have very few bad things happen to her in the future. 

And her reward, well he guessed he would have to revise 
it also. Instead of fifty thousand dollars it would be 
much more. Her performance had earned her a bonus. A 
question. Did she wish to work or just live a life of 
leisure? Think carefully, it will make a difference. 
She wanted to work but at something she liked. Just 
take away the grinding worry about failure. A cushion 
was all she wanted. The knowledge that she could try 
and fail without it being the end. A reserve that would 
let her try again. Fair enough. 

"OK then Sue. How's this sound? Just off the top of my 
head. A couple of hundred thousand in the bank with a 
good advisor watching over it. The tutor I promised and 
the GED. The car, the apartment, the clothes, the rent 
all that stuff. Plus a full ride at a good collage. 
Everything covered. I'll open doors but you'll have to 
make it on your own, earn the marks yourself. If you 
need extra help fine but it'll be up to you to pass. Oh 
yah, one other thing, no more lap dances except for 
that special guy. Watch for him. No I'm not going to 
set you up. I've just got a feeling. You can stay and 
just relax for a few days. I'll see you off and on 
before you go but I've got a lot to get caught up on so 
just go have a good time."

The next few days were wonderful. Laying in the sun or 
the spa thinking about her new life. Finding her new 
body still knew all the old moves in bed or on the 
dance floor. Knowing that the moves were no longer 
needed to survive but could be reserved for her 
pleasure only. Hers and perhaps a special someone's. He 
found his way to her bed most nights. He was now a 
lover instead of a master. Still all good things must 
end and the day came when she had to leave.

She left with his promise to watch over her but knowing 
that she would never see him again. Knowing that most 
of what she remembered would be taken from her. Eager 
to find her new future and sad to leave at the same 
time. But she did leave.

They had made plans for her, nothing permanent but 
somewhere to start. She awoke in her new bed. Her head 
filled with memories of dreams and of real happenings. 
As she explored her new home she found the phone 
worked, there was cable hooked to the TV, food in the 
fridge, the computer was on line. Messages waited for 
her attention. One from a large law firm. Would she 
contact them at her convenience to talk about taking 
care of a few things. One from a bank showing a healthy 
balance in her account. 

A retired professor wished to know when she wanted to 
start studying with him. Another from a car dealer 
telling her to stop by and pick out her car. And one 
from Nick. 

Sue,

I hope you find everything to your satisfaction. When 
you decide just where you want to study contact the law 
firm and tell them to get things set up. They handle 
everything for me and can pass messages to me if the 
need arises. I'll be watching. I expect good things 
from you. Keep your eyes on the prize just as you have 
been doing and you will do fine. 

Good luck and all my love, Nick. 

And she did do fine. She earned her GED and went on to 
study social work, wanting to help rescue others like 
herself. She earned a reputation as one who cared 
deeply and was willing to go the extra distance. After 
a while she met a fine man who asked her to marry him. 
Children and grandchildren followed. A long and happy 
life was hers. She never forgot how she had earned it 
and always remembered the man who had saved her. 

She had endured and she had won.

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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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