Kvk's Stories

[KvK]

Moderator's note: we've started this new thread for KvK's splendid short stories. Three of them have been moved here from 'Other Methods of Execution', and attached to this first post is a text doc with a collection of all the stories KvK has done for us so far (up to 20 Feb 16). Enjoy!

"Explosive Orgasm."

A squad of soldiers caught a female partisan who had booby-trapped a car, killing several of their comrades. The female partisan was a brunette in her early thirties. Standing orders, as per the Geneva Convention, were that partisans were to be shot. But the soldiers, the memories of their dead and maimed comrades fresh, had other ideas.

They stripped the struggling female partisan, slapping her face away when she tried to bite them. Then, they drove several spikes in the ground and tied her wrist and ankle to these spikes. Her thoroughly naked body was now spreadeagled.

Then one of the soldiers went back to HQ platoon. He returned with a grenade and a thoroughly evil look on his face. He pulled the pin off the grenade and shoved the grenade, safety handle in place, up the partisan woman's twat.

The partisan woman knew that it was only the muscles of her labia that kept her from being cratered. She also felt the lactic acid build up in those labia muscles from keeping them flexed so that the safety handle of the grenade would not loosen and lead to the grenade cratering her.

The partisan woman had also been hiding in the bush for several months, alone and without a man. Alongside the pain of the ever-increasing lactic acid in her labial muscles and the terror of being blown apart from such an intimate area, a new feeling arose, a feeling that was not altogether unpleasant.

All of sudden, the partisan woman came in the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. With that, so great was the stress that the life drained out of her then and there. The assembled squad all ducked for cover--except the soldier who had fetched the grenade from HQ platoon.

Several minutes later, the soldiers who had ducked for cover stuck their heads up and looked. One of them, a Corporal, hissed at the soldier nearest him "Get your ass over to company and tell them we need EOD...RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" The soldier did as ordered.

Several more minutes passed. The soldier who had first fetched the grenade from HQ platoon bent down, firly grasped the protruding parts of the grenade and the safety handle and pulled on them.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING????" screamed the Corporal.

"Don't worry! HQ platoon wouldn't give me a live frag for this exercise since resupply has not even reached Regiment yet. I just took one I had left, removed the detonator, and then slid the safety handle assembly back in place. Did its job, didn't it?"

 

[KvK]

Here is a story inspired by this post: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/wip-women-in-peril.4736/page-17#post-229698

I'll call it "Crux Power."

There was a massive energy crisis in America. As is not unusual in times of crisis, people were not in their right minds. They elected a radical right political party that promised to solve the crisis in exchange for the electorate's tacitly allowing them to impose their radical right agenda on America.

One of the first parts of that agenda was a crackdown on all sex work. Any woman who had been a prostitute, had appeared in a girlie mag or a porno was arrested and sentenced to death by electrocution. Lauren, a buxom redhead in her forties, Lynne, a buxom blonde in her forties, Christine, a perky blonde in her twenties and Maria, a perky brunette in her thirties, were four of the first round of women who were killed in this mass execution. Lauren and Lynne had appeared in girlie mags in their twenties, Christine was in porn and Maria was an escort.

They were torn from their sobbing families at the courthouse and shackled into a van which drove round and round for hours, before coming to a jarring halt. The van's doors were thrown open, and Lauren, Lynne, Christine and Maria were dragged out into the harsh light and marched into a cold, foreboding building.

Once inside, they were ordered to strip. The order shocked them speechless and motionless. A guard slapping Lauren jolted all four to clumsily remove each article of clothing. As their clothing was whisked away from their feet, hard, cold, cruel fingers mercilessly probed each orifice, eliciting gasps and sobs and no sympathy from the guards. Lauren, Lynne, Christine and Maria were then manhandled each by two burly female guards into another room.

In this room, they saw what looked like human-sized X's on the floor. Each X had a restraint on each end, as well as what looked like several belts which were fastened to the middle of the X's, which was a metal panel.

Without ceremony, Lauren, Lynne, Christine and Maria were marched over to the X's. their wrists and ankles placed in the restraints and then secured. The guards then fastened the belt-looking straps around Lauren, Lynne, Christine and Maria's abdomens.

Then the X's were raised.

Lauren, Lynne, Christine and Maria first screamed as the full force of their weight bore down with merciless agony on their crotches. They pushed against their ankle restraints and pulled against the wrist restraints to escape some of this agony. They succeeded...until the lactic acid in their muscles kicked in and they descended once more into that most terrible agony in their most intimate parts. Thus began what seemed an eternal cycle of up-and-down-andup-and-down-and-up-and-down, the belt-like straps around Lauren, Lynne, Christine and Maria's abdomens rising and falling in tandem with them.

Lynne and Maria orgasmed involuntarily in reaction to the agony in their crotches, the power of their orgasms rendering them unconscious, hard slap across the face from the guards bringing them back to consciousness and agony.

Then, out of nowhere, the guards lowered Maria's X, undid the restraints and the belts and dragged her away. This bewildered Lauren, Lynne and Christine, but not as much as the loud scream that came from Maria some minutes later.

Then, it was Christine's, and then Lynne's, turns. They did not know exactly what they were being dragged away to, but they knew it was not good...very not good. Their feeble protests of "Oh, please...no!" were met with slaps. Several minutes later, they too screamed.

After Lynne screamed, Lauren heard a guard comment "Hmmm...looks like it's working as planned so far."

Lauren still had some energy. She also surmised that her die had been cast. She asked the guard "Wha...is working as planned."

One guard turned to Lauren. Since it would soon be the end of the shift, the guard was in a good mood, so she responded to Lauren.

"Our theory on how to generate energy."

The guard walked over to what had been Lynne's X and pulled up at the belt-like straps so that Lauren could see.

"See these? They are wired to a generator we made. Every time your body...and bodies in the cases of the late Maria, Christine and Lynne...went up and down, you were all like the wind farms of old, generating electricity."

"The...late...Maria, Christine and Lynne?"

"Yes. As soon as we had generated enough power, we electrocuted them..."

The guard looked away from Lauren.

"...and now it's your turn."

"Oh, no! Please, no! Not like that!"

"Oh yes, my darling!" responded the guard, who gave the sobbing Lauren a big, deep French kiss after her X had been lowered and before Lauren was taken away, strapped the the chair, electrodes on the seat and back of the chair, around her head and ankles and attached to her nipples and clitoris, and then zapped like Maria, Christine and Lynne before her.

 

[KvK]

Here is a sequel to my story "Crux Power" above. It is inspired by all the lovely comments that were posted in reply to "Crux Power." I've racked my imagination and decided to call this sequel "Crux Power, Part Deux."

The pile of naked female corpses was high in the room. The governor watched as the guards strapped in the last condemned, freshly crucified woman and attached electrodes around her head and ankles and to her nipples, labia and clitoris.

The governor had a particular liking for this last condemned woman. She was a sassy redhead in her mid forties. The governor loved sassy redheads. Their comebacks and the ensuing back-and-forth was always the best.

"When you go home," began the sassy redhead about to be zapped, "How many hours does it take for you to isolate that pathetic little thing you call a dick from your pubic hairs. I mean, it is the same size as your pubic hairs."

The governor smiled. "You know...we got a lot of practice in perfecting this method...for example, when we started, all the electrodes were what you call 'wired in series,' which means that just one switch activates all the electrodes.

"Then, we had a couple of problem electrocutions. The machinery malfunctioned and none of the electrodes got any juice. This gave us the idea to wire them separately, what you call "wired in parallel.' This worked.

"Then, one day, at the end of our shift, one of the guys was goofing off and just sent a jolt to the condemned's ankles. At first, this annoyed me and I told him to knock it off. Then it got me to thinking..."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!" the sassy redhead screamed as a fiery jolt of electricity burned her left pussy lip. Slowly, she recovered her ability to breathe.

"If...you want...my attention...you're...gonna...have to do better than that..."

"I love a challenge."

Jolts of electricity tore into the sassy redhead's right nipple. Then her ankles. Then her right labia. Then left nipple, Then her left labia. The her clitoris. All the while, the sassy redhead continued to make disparaging remarks about the governor's small dick. The governor was laughing...until one of the guards approached him and told him something the sassy redhead could not hear.

"Damn! We used up all our juice. We are going to have to re-crucify you so you generate enough electricity for us to finish the job."

This only brought a glare from the sassy redhead.

"What? No breaking down into tears, begging for mercy?" asked the governor as the guards undid the electrodes. All he got by way of a reply was a "fuck you."

The sassy redhead was brought back to the crucifixion room and re-bound to her Saint Andrew's Cross, the belts wrapped around her abdomen so they could harness her up and down movements on the Saint Andrew's Cross and turn them into electricity.

Just as the guards were about to raise the Saint Andrew's Cross, the governor chimed in.

Oh! I thought I'd let you know, the judge had a case of appendicitis, so he is not going to be sending me any new convicts for some time. This means you are going to have to generate all the electricity for your own electrocution. In short, hang in there, babe! You're going to be a while."

The sassy redhead spat at the governor as her Saint Andrew's Cross was raised.

An hour later she orgasmed. Her body could not handle the orgasm given all it had been through. The sassy redhead expired right there on the cross.

"I hate it when that happens!" commented the governor. "Oh, well...til next time."

 

[KvK]

Story time! I'll call this one "Restorative Justice."

Patty was a hot, 50 year-old brunette with straight, short hair and nice tits. Julie was a hot 40 year-old blonde with bigger tits. Ashley was a 20 year, short-haired blonde with cute, pert tits.

Patty had just been convicted of filing a false rape claim against someone she did not agree with on social media. Julie had just been convicted of embezzling 100K from her company and using the money to re-do her home. Ashley had just been convicted of vandalising her university's main building with graffiti to protest the presence of a controversial guest speaker.

The judge called Patty, Julie and Ashley into the courtroom with their lawyers and the State's Attorneys who had successfully prosecuted them. No juries, no media, no victims, no family members.

"This is the first crime for each of you." began the judge, "We have a situation. 1) Our prisons are overcrowded. 2) Although the crimes you committed were not the most heinous, they showed enough premeditation that I have concerns about you becoming hardened criminals and doing criminal networking were I to send you to prison, 3) In each of your cases, your victims are filing civil suits against you for dammages in amounts your financials show you will never be able to pay.

"As it is, your victims and the State's Attorney's office have all agreed that, instead of sending you all to prison for years, I could offer you the alternative of Restorative Justice."

There was silence in the room. Then, one of the public defenders spoke up.

"What exactly is 'Restorative Justice?'"

"It works like drug court. Your clients admit they are guilty, but do not have to publicly allocute, and then go through the Restorative Justice program. If they graduate from the program, they are set free and their record is expunged, with letters of recommendation from myself and the corrections officer in charge for future employers."

"But...what exactly does the Restorative Justice program entail?"

"It entails your clients making material restitution to their victims since they cannot make financial restitution."

"Can you be a little more specific your honor?"

"No. You and your clients must take it or leave it based solely on the information I just provided. I'll leave you all a day to think it over."

It did not take a day. It only took an hour.

Patty, Julie and Ashley were moved to the court's holding cell. At midnight, they were taken from their cells to a van outside, shackled in place and then left in darkness as the deputies shut the windowless rear doors of the van.

They drove around in circles for hours, coming to a screeching halt. The doors were thrown open. Patty, Julie and Ashley were all blinded by the blind light. They could not see as hands unshackled them and then hustled them out of the van and across a long walk. When they finally regained their vision, they saw they were in a dimly lit room. Before them was a gurney with a burly female guard on the other side. At their feet were brown shopping bags. On either side, gripping each arm of each woman, was a burly female gaurd.

"Welcome to Restorative Justice, bitches. Now strip."

"WHAT?" exclaimed Patty.

"Fuck you!" exclaimed Ashley.

A slap was what Patty got by way of a response. A fist in the solar plexus was what Ashley got by way of a response. This galvanized Julie to clumsily disrobe and put her clothing in the brown paper shopping bag. The guards helped the sobbing Patty strip. The guards forcibly stripped the wriggling, cursing Ashley.

Julie started to sob as the guards probed her orifices. One guard stroked her back to comfort her. Patty screamed as fingers thrust inside her. Her screams were ignored. Ashley continued to curse as fingers took their time twisting and turning in her vagina and anus, earning stinking slaps from the guards.

All three women were then cuffed and marched forward. They were led out of that room, down a long hallway, the cold of the floor on the soles of their bare feet sending chills up their spines. They were stopped in front of a door, which was opened. Patty, Julie and Ashley were then all manhandled inside this new room.

They saw three chains hanging high from a cross-beam. Before they knew it, leather collars were fastened around their necks. Then, they felt pain in their shoulders are their handcuffs were yanked upwards. The pain took on a permanent and even more uncomfortable character when the chain of their handcuffs were fastened to the collars. But that was nothing compared to the intense pain and discomfort they felt when the tandem of their handcuffs and their collars were chained to the chains hanging from the cross-beam...chains in which there was zero slack, forcing each woman to stand on her tipee-toes.

"Goodnight!" said the head guard as she turned out the lights and slammed the door shut.

Patty, Julie and Ashley spent a night in agony, the pain and lactic acid in their feet muscles causing them to come down...and experience suffocation, causing them to stand up on their tipee-toes again. This cycle continued all night.

The clanging of the door opening startled all three women as did the sudden, harsh light. The guards took no note of this as they undid the chains hanging over the cross-beam, leaving the collar-handcuff tandems in place and leading each woman to a separate room. In each room, each woman was uncuffed and the collar removed. EKG electrodes were put in place along sternum, side and leg, EEG electrodes were put in place around their heads. That is where the similarities ended.

Ashley was bound standing up in place by chains, two pulling her arms apart, two pulling her legs apart. So was Julie, except her arm chains were taut enough to make her step on her tipee-toes. Patty was bound to a Saint Andrew's Cross.

Ashley and Julie were blindfolded, and then their agony began, a violet wand all over her exposed flesh for Ashley, fingers, tongues and Oral B's all over her exposed flesh for Julie. Patty's Saint Andrew's Cross was raised, bringing down the full force of her weight on her crotch.

This went on for what seemed forever. Each woman screamed and writhed impotently at her torment. But the EKG and EEG electrodes remained in place.

Eventually, the guards released all three women from their predicament, put bowls of mush in front of them, then let them eat. As soon as they were done eating, each woman was returned to her predicament.

That night, the guards released them from their predicament and brought them back to the common cell. This time, the chains hanging from the cross-beam were gone. Cages hanging from the cross beam were there in their stead. Each woman was forced into a cage, so narrow she had to stand. The cages bars were of unfinished, edged metal, so it hurt when each woman leaned against them to relieve their poor, tired achey feet, so they spent the night on their feet. Eventually, they fell asleep.

But they did not get enough sleep. Before they knew it, the guards had entered the cell and removed each woman from her cage, handcuffing her and marching her out. This time, each woman received a different predicament-electro-torture, tickle-torture and crucifixion--than she had the day before.

So this continued for weeks on end.

Then one day, Ashley orgasmed on the cross and passed out.

Then one day, Julie orgasmed while being electro-tortured and passed out.

Soon after that, the guards brought Ashley and Julie into an office and asked in detail about their orgasms. What brought it on? Was it conscious? Was she beginning to enjoy her predicament? Neither woman had all the answers. The guards said they would try something.

That night, they put Ashley and Julie, not in the common cell, but in a room with a nice bed, and hidden pheromen emitters. They said tat Ashley and Julie had to sleep with their EKG and EEG leads in place, but otherwise, that was it. A sense of comradeship, aided and abetted by the pheromones had Ashley and Julie touching, then fondling each other. Lips, tongues and fingers went to work on nipples, clitorises, labiae and anuses. Both woman orgasmed thunderously and then fell into a catatonic sleep.

The next morning, Patty was on the cross again. The agony was still there, but she had learned to deal with it, enough so that she asked the guards "Where are Ashley and Julie?"

"They have advanced to the next stage, so they have been rewarded."

"How do I advance...to the next stage."

"Have an orgasm?"

"WHAT??????????"

"Yes...that is how Ashley and Julie moved on."

"They are sick bitches...just like you!"

"Suit yourself."

Patty remained on the Saint Andrew's Cross that day.

That night the guards discussed Patty. They had an idea.

Patty was startled the next morning when, instead of being subject to electro-torture, tickle-torture or the Saint Andrew's Cross, she was bound face down to a sawhorse and left there for what seemed forever. Her fear grew as did a strange new sensation within her...a sensation of...pleasantness. Patty was unaware that there were pheromones emitters in the room.

Patty was aware, however, of a door opening in front of her. She could make two guards walk in...followed by the almost fully-naked Ashley and Julie...who were both wearing large strapon dildoes. The huge dildoes heightened Patty's fear. They also excited her against her will.

The guards put a mesh gag in Patty's mouth before she could say anything. Then Ashley and Julie, dazed, stupid looks on their faces, took turns fucking Patty up the ass.

Patty screamed into the gag. At first it was screams of rage, pain and impotence. These, ever-so-slowly, morphed into screams of delight.

Finally, Patty orgasmed into unconsciousness.

The next day, the guards had all three women sitting in the office, allowing to drink tea.

"You are doing well, " commented the head guard. "You are almost halfway done with the program."

"Halfway done...how?" asked Patty.

"You know those EKG and EEG leads attached to you? Every time you experience excruciating pain or agony, your brain and heart produce electrical energy that can be harnessed. We have harnessed that energy to, give free internet to your victim, Patty, give free power to your victim, Julie and power up the university's cleaning equipment, Ashley.

"But, when Ashley and Julie orgasmed, we saw a surge of electrical power like never before. Thosee two orgasms alone generated more power than all your previous days of crucifixion, electro-torture and tickle-torture. So, we let you two make love. The electrial power was again off the charts, as it was when you two fucked Patty up the ass.

"So, the choice, ladies, is this. We only need a certain amount of electrical power from you. It makes no difference whether we get it by torturing your or if we get it by letting you fuck each other."

"But-but..." began Patty, "I'm not a lesbian."

Julie smiled and stroked Patty's arm.

"Don't worry dear. We'll show you..."

"But we don't want to give up all the other fun cold turkey!" exclaimed Ashley, "Is there any way we can do...you know...half-and-half?"

The guards looked at each other. They had not considered this possibility. Then the head guard said "OK."

Julie and Ashley immediately set about converting Patty into a lesbian. With the help of the beautifully decorated bedroom and hidden pheromone emitters, it was not hard to do. The three women spent the rest of their time being tortured by day and making threesome love to each other by night. By the time of release, each woman had orgasmed multiple times in each form of torture and each woman was now skilled enough to orgasm at the touch of her finger to her nipples, labiae and clitoris and anus, and to orgasm at an image of a beautiful naked woman.

 

[KvK]

Story Time! Inspired by the following two threads:


http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/thread...ne-or-write-stories-about-her-suffering.2894/



http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/bondage-forced-kissing.5057/

I'll call this one "The Cruelest Interrogation."

Lisa was a a buxom brunette 52 year-old former softcore porn star and radio hostess. Lisa's problem was that a far right government had come into power and retroactively made it a crime to have participated in any way in the adult industry.

Lisa, like many adult performers, went into hiding. Having experience as a director and a production manager as well as performer, she organized a network for hiding adult industry people. Unfortunately for Lisa and her network, she was caught.

The Constitution was suspended by Presidential decree so that the secret police could track down adult entertainment people at will. The secret police knew that Lisa ran an escape and hiding network. It was a given that Lisa would be interrogated.

Lisa was stripped naked, her wrists suspended by chains from the ceiling, suspended high enough to be forced to stand on her tippee toes on feet spread wide apart and chained to the floor, exposing her bare womanhood to whatever cruel whims her interrogators would come up with. The room was dark.

Lisa gasped as the light came on and she heard the harsh clacking of high-heeled boots on the stone floor.

"Ruby!" Lisa exclaimed on seeing her friend and former co-star. Lisa's smile turned to a scared look when she saw that Ruby, a 48-year old blonde, was clad only in a tight leather corset and thigh high leather boots. What scared her the most was the look in Ruby's eyes.

"Ruby...what--"

"Oh...ha-ha! You thought I was here to rescue[/b] you?"

Ruby's subsequent laugh was the harshest thing Lisa had ever heard.

"Ruby...what's...going...on?"

Ruby stroked the naked flesh of the left of Lisa's ribcage.

"What's going on, Lisa dear, is that you are going to tell us everything about your network."

Lisa was angry now.

"Ruby...you...fucking...traitor...BITCH!

This elicited another harsh laugh from Ruby, who then looked down from Lisa's eyes.

"Hmmm...still don't shave, I see."

Ruby grabbed Lisa's pubic hair and twisted hard. Lisa screamed out, then began to sob. Ruby, still clutching Lisa's pubic hair, pulled at it, making Lisa arch her back.

"You...are going...to...tell...me...everything."

Ruby released Lisa's pubic hair. Then Ruby's fingers and tongue started to fiendishly work every square inch of Lisa's exposed flesh.

Lisa screamed and howled and thrashed, but she could not escape Ruby's fingers and tongue all over her. This torture was far worse than pain.

Then Ruby's fingers caressed Lisa's nipples and areolas while her tongue caressed Lisa's clitoris and labiae. The finedish tickling had aroused Lisa, and now Ruby brought her closer to cuming....

"Nope! No dessert until you tell me where your network is!"

Lisa was hoarse. But she eventually found her voice again.

"F-fuck--you--traitor!"

"A-ha-HA! I was hoping you would say that..."

Ruby suddenly became pensive.

"You never took it up the ass in your career, did you?"

"Wha-WHAT???? NO!!!!!"

But Ruby had already darted out of sight behind Lisa. The next thing Lisa knew was the twin whirring noise. Lisa screamed out in agony as she felt one devilish Oral B in her anus, another one in her belly. This time it was too much. Lisa spilled out the details of her network.

"Good girl!" commented Ruby as she shoved the Oral B deep into Lisa's ass, forcing Lisa to cum.

Lisa came to sometime later. She was still chained up. Ruby was still in front of her.

"What...happens...now?"

"Now, we get the rest of you."

"What are you going to do to us?"

"Well, you're in luck! You see, our President is a hard-working man. Enforcing and protecting the morals of this country is a thankless task. So, our President needs some relaxation. See, although porn is morally wrong, our President has an enormous lesbian fetish. So, you and all your friends will have permanent jobs entertaining him with dyke debuachery."

 

[KvK]

Another story. I'll call this one "The Experiment, Updated."

Virginia was a hot, blonde 45-year old mother of three. Times were tough. She needed money just like everyone else. So, when she saw the ad for paid volunteers for an experiment down a the local university, she applied.

It was a summer day. Virginia was wearing a tank top, jeans and sandals. She showed up at the office designated in the ad, announced who she was, and directed to the waiting room. A young dirty-blonde-haired girl in shorts, a tank-top and flip-flops was already sitting there.

Virginia sat across from the dirty blonde, who looked up at Virginia and smiled.

"Hi!"

"Hello!"

The dirty blonde got up and extended her hand to Virginia, who reciprocated.

"I'm Heather."

"Nice to meet you, Heather, I'm Virginia."

The two women sat back down.

"So...you here for the experiment too?" asked Heather.

"Yes...you?"

"Yes...I'm a psychology student. We have to take part in two experiments each semester."

"Oh...do you know what the experiment will be about?"

Heather shrugged.

"No clue. It's the grad students who run it. They never tell us anything beforehand."

"I see..."

"Are you a student here?"

"I was...now I have kids and I need the cash..."

"Oh...what did you major in--"

Before Virginia could respond, the receptionist called her. Virginia stood up and went to the desk. The receptionist gave her a piece of paper, and said "Go to this room. Elevator is down there at the end of the hallway on your left."

Virginia did as instructed. She walked into a small classroom already half filled with people.

"Ah--" the bespectacled professor, a hot brunette in her forties noted Virginia's entry. "Come in and have a seat. Now, as I was saying, this is an experiment in cognitive psychology. We are studying how well people perform repetitive steps. We need you volunteers to perform a manual task for us. OK, let us go down...oh, wait, I forgot, since we are going to be in a laboratory you will need lab coats, you will find them in that closet."

The class, including Virginia, got up to get the lab coats, but the Professor signaled to Virginia. Virginia approached the desk.

"Ms.--"began the Professor "you were in waiting room A, correct?"

""I don't know...it was the big waiting room by reception--"

"Yes, that is waiting room A. I'm afraid we have wasted your time. Our test subject was in that room and volunteers are not supposed to talk to subjects if this experiment is to work."

"What...but I only talked to a girl named--"

"Heather...yes, she is our test subject. I am afraid you have been compromised and your results will be invalid..."

"Ma'am...I didn't know about that...no one told me...Ma'am, please I really need the money."

The professor paused and looked pensive. Then she looked up at Virginia again.

"You don't wear glasses..."

The professor took off her glasses and handed them to Virginia.

"If you wear my glasses...do you think you can see enough to turn a knob?"

Virginia took and donned the professor's glasses.

"Yes...I can."

"Alright...between my glasses and the lab coat and the clipboard, I think there is a chance the subject may not recognize you...if she does not, we can proceed, but if she does recognize you, we will not be able to proceed."

Virginia then got a lab coat, the last volunteer in that classroom to do so.

"Ok...follow me, everyone."

The group took an elevator down to the basement. The elevator doors opened to a large laboratory.

Virginia was stunned to see a naked Heather bound wrist, ankle, forearm, calve and thigh to an obstetrician's examination table, people in lab coats all about her.

"What?" exclaimed Heather, "No, please, not in my ass! I'm sensitive down there!"

"Ma'am!" responded a burly woman in a lab coat. "You have no pubic hair, so we have to put the electrode somewhere...do you want to get paid, or not?"

A pained look on her face, Heather acquiesced, then grimaced as the electrode was shoved into place.

By this time, the professor had led the group past the bound and buttplugged Heather and into an area of the lab divided into cubicles. She pulled Virginia aside.

"Good! Our subject did not make you. Have a seat. I'll be right back. Actually, I'll take my glasses now, since you no longer need them."

Virginia sat down. She saw in front of her what looked like an old electric box with one knob on it.

Minutes later the professor came back.

"OK...we can begin your part of the experiment. I am going to give you an instruction, and we will see how well you follow it.

"The instruction is...turn that knob."

Virginia did as instructed.

Heather's scream shattered the lab. Virginia instinctively got up. The professor put a hand on her shoulder before she was fully standing.

"No...that part does not concern you...just sit back down..."

Virginia, confused, shocked at Heather's scream, nevertheless did as instructed.

"Turn that knob."

Virginia again turned the knob. Again, Heather screamed.

Virginia swiftly turned to the professor.

"Look...I can't go on...I am not comfortable with this!"

The professor shrugged.

"Suit yourself. But we can't pay you if you do not repeat the task beyond a minimal threshold."

Virginia was in anguish. Heather's screams got to her. Virginia had a daughter who would one day be Heather's age...a daughter for who paying for college was looking more and more difficult without money like this experiment paid.

"What...what is the minimal threshold?"

"I cannot tell you that now. Do you wish to continue or not?"

Without a word Virginia sat back down.

"Turn the knob."

Virginia turned the knob and, again, Heather's scream pierced her heart.

Virginia kept turning the knob as instructed...until Heather's screams were replaced with sobs.

"That's IT!"

Virginia stood up, brushed aside the professor's hand and strode out of the cubicle into the experimental area...to see a fully clothed Heather standing there free and looking like she was expecting Virginia to come out.

"Heather! What--"

"It's okay, Virginia...I was never in harm's way...it was just an experiment..."

"An EXPERIMENT??????"

"Yes," said the professor who had caught up to Virginia now. "You see, what we were really looking at was..."

"This is the damned MILGRAM EXPERIMENT, isn't it?"

"Virginia, calm down..."

"That is unethical...if not illegal!"

Heather took Virginia by the arm. This had a calming effect on Virginia.

"Virginia...here is the situation...our government is saying they want to use torture to fight terrorism...we needed to know how far people would back them...and now, thanks to you, we have one more bit of evidence that there are still decent people left."

Virginia felt dizzy. The professor rushed a chair up to her. Heather crouched by Virginia's side, holding Virginia's hand. Eventually, Virginia was calm again. Heather saw this.

"umm...Virginia?"

"Yes?"

"I think you might have had a little accident..."

Heather was looking at Virginia's crotch. Virginia looked down there too...and saw, and now felt, that it was wet.

"Yeah...I have to go...here is your lab coat..."

"We'll mail you your check!" the professor called out but Virginia did not respond. She could not get herself to her car fast enough.

The "accident" Heather had noticed was not urine. It was vaginal fluid.

 

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Story time! Inspired by the following threads:


http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/bastinado-falaka.2741/



http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/they-say-beauty-is-pain.3327/page-10#post-235742



http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/female-tortures.5048/

I'll call this one "Sorority Fundraiser."

Ashley was a hot, pert, blonde 21 year-old. She was the sorority president. Mandy was a hot, snarky, brunette 22 year old. She was the sorority treasurer.

Ashley and Amanda were at the monthly sorority board meeting with the other board officers. Their finances were bleak. There was, in these tough economic times, only so much that bikini car washes and free kissing booths could generate for the sorority's treasury. Ashley and Amanda has an idea that they wanted to put forth to their board.

"What??????????????" was the general reaction, "Won't the university be upset if we shoot what amounts to a BDSM porno in our sorority house?"

"The university will never know it's us," replied Ashley.

"Yes," chimed in Mandy, "We'll both be wearing masks and neither of us have tattoos. I've already worked out all the 2257 paperwork and filed it. We are good to go."

"But, but..." interrupted one of the board's more feminist oriented members "What you are proposing is degrading to women."

"On the contrary," retorted Ashley, "It is empowering to women as it shows they can completeley own their sexuality and it also shows that women do not need a man to do this."

"How can you be sure this will make enough money to get us back in black?" asked an accounting major on the board.

"Skip forward to the following slide..." began Mandy as she looked for the particular PowerPoint slide and found it, "There! That shows the earnings of the top five internet BDSM companies."

"Yes, but these are pros who do this full time. How can we do this when we are amateurs we have class much of the day?"

"That is why we are going to do a test shoot first and see who is willing to pay. If the test shoot meets our goal for this month, we will go ahead. If not, we close the site and explore other options." explained Mandy.

Their objections all addressed, the sorority board gave Ashley and Mandy their votes to go ahead with the project.



The site went live. It was hosted by a gambling site.

The camera came on and showed to viewers a dungeonesque room with two pillories, a cage, two chains with cuffs hanging from the ceiling, two chains with cuffs attached to the floor.

Then Ashley walked on to the set wearing a green mask across her eyes. Then Mandy walked on the set with a red mask across her eyes. Other than the masks and rubber bands holding their hair into place, both women were stark naked.

"Hi, I'm bandit red!" said Mandy.

"And I'm bandit green!" said Ashley.

"And we, " continued Mandy, "Have a fun few hours for you."

"Here is how it's going to work," began Ashley, "You can see what we have behind us. We are offering you the chance to see each of us go through several chances in exchange for money. Each of us will submit to a specific challenge. You will bet on either us meeting the challenge or us failing the challenge. You get your money based on the outcome of the challenge."

"First challenge!" began Mandy, "You must choose which of us, me, bandit red..."

"Or me, bandit green..."

"Will be the first to submit to a challenge. Pledge $5 via payment choice of your choosing. The bandit with the most amount of pledges will submit to the challenge."

On viewer's monitors, a dollar sign to the left of a 0 appeared. The 0 did not stay there for long, being swiftly replaced with an ever-increasing amount of money. Then the amounts stopped increasing.

"Hmmmm...I see you have chosen me to submit first..." declared Ashley. "OK, next challenge..."

Ashley walked over to the pillories

"We have here two pillories. This one closes around my head and neck. This one closes around my ankles, so I will be kneeling and exposed."

Ashley walked away from the pillories.

"Next, we have this cage..."

Ashley walked away from the cage.

"And finally, we have these chains. The ones hanging from the ceilings are for the wrists. The ones on the ground are for the ankles.

"Your next challenge is to pick which of these--pillory, cage or chains--you want me to be bound in.

"Again, it is $5.00 a bet for each. The viewers who end up placing their bets on the bondage option that gets the most votes gets half of the pot."

A dollar sign to the left of a 0 appeared above pillory, cage and chain on the viewers monitors. The amounts rapidly added up, and then stopped.

"Hmmm...I see you want me in the pillories...OK."

Ashley walked over to the pillories, and placed her wrists and neck in the top pillory. Mandy closed the top pillory, then went over to where Ashley's legs were and put her hand on Ashley's right shin, the one furthest from the camera.

"Lift!"

Ashley lifted her right shin and Mandy placed it in the lower pillory, repeating the procedure with her left shin, before passing a lewdly caressing hands over Ashley's now exposed ass and tits and going "Oooooooooo! lovely!"

Mandy walked in front of the pilloried Ashley.

"Ok, next challenge! Do you want me to go at Ashely with the crop whip, the flogger or the Oral B's. $5 to buy in, viewers who end up betting on the winning instrument get half the pot.

The crop whip it was.

"The crop whip! Good! Next challenge! Do want me to whip Ashley on the tits, the ass or the soles of her feet?"

This time, there was a tie between the tits and the soles of the feet. Mandy decided to whip both. The next challenge was "How many times each?" The winning number for each was 25.

Mandy walked over and got to work.

AaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaH!" screamed Ashley, "Ohh...that was fun!"

Mandy alternately brought the crop whip crashing down on each of Mandy's breasts and feet, each time eliciting first a scream, then an enthused giggle from Ashley.

Ashley surpassed the 25 strokes in her breasts and the soles of her feet. Mandy released her and exclaimed "Woo-hoo! What a champ!" The two naked women hugged each other. Then Ashley turned to the camera.

"OK, guys! That was fun! In fact, I am ready for more. So, here is your next challenge. Do you want to see me submit again, or do you want bandit red to submit this time? You know the drill."

The viewers picked Mandy for submission. They picked the cage and the Oral B's for her, with a minimum time of ten minutes.

Mandy screamed out all manner of curses as Ashley mercilessly brought the Oral B's all over her exposed flesh, cramped immobile as her body was in that cage. Her back, arms and forearms, thighs, calves, parts of the soles of her feet, breasts, belly, nose and ears all felt the exquisite agony of the Oral B's from which there was no escape. But Mandy exceeded 10 minutes. Ashley released Mandy from the cage and gave her a congratulatory hug.

The viewers then chose to have Ashley bound by the chains with Mandy giving her twenty strokes with the flogger. Mandy whipped Ashley's back, ass, breasts and abdomen, eliciting screams, "oohs!' and "ahs!" from Ashley.

The viewers then chose to have Mandy pilloried and subjected to Oral B's, the latter causing Mandy to reply "What is with you fuckers and your Oral B's???" Ashley was even more merciless this time. She went over all of Mandy's now even more exposed flesh, but she devoted special attention to the fully exposed soles of Mandy's feet, Mandy's anus, labiae, clitoris and nipples, eliciting delicisouly screamed curses from Mandy.

When Ashley released Mandy, this time, however, there was no celebratory hug. Instead, Mandy screamed out "Bitch, I'm soooooo fucking horny right now!"

"Me fucking TOOO!"

Mandy and Ashley sat and the floor and proceeded to trib each oher furiously until coming to an ear-shattering mutual orgasm that left each woman drenched in the other's vaginal fluid. Mandy and Ashley licked their vaginal cum off of each other's abdomens, then shoved their fingers into their pussies, yanked them out and sucked and licked their fingers dry. Then they helped each other to their feet.

"OK well, I had fun!" declared Mandy.

"So did I!" affirmed Ashley.

"Annnnnd....by the looks of it...so did all you guys..." stated Mandy.

"If you want to have fun again, " began Ashley, "subscribe to this site. "If we meet or exceed a certain number of subscriptions, we will be back next week."

The certain number of subscriptions was vastly exceeded.

One later day, Mandy was going over the records of payments. The name on one of the credit cards stood out to her. She brought this name to Ashley, who was stunned to see it. They went up the stairs together and knocked on the door.

The feminist-inclined member of the board answered.

"You spent a lot of money on our show," began Ashley

"For someone who said it would be degrading to women!" finished Mandy.

The feminist-inclined member of the board look downwards and removed her glasses. Still looking downwards, she responded.

"Yes, I thought...and still think it is degrading to women...but...after seeing Mandy whip Ashley and Ashley tickle Mandy...and then...that at the end..."

The feminist-inclined member of the board looked up at Ashley and Mandy.

"Guy...you made me cum for the first time in my life." She was crying now.

Ashley and Mandy gently put their arms around her and hugged her.

"That is so sweet of you to say!"

"It's true...in fact...can I be in your next show?"

Ashley broke away.

"WHOAH! First, you object on feminist grounds...now you want to be part of it?"

"Fuck feminism! It never made me cum like your show did!"

 

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Story time! I'll call this one "Gamblers Broken Even."

Hanna was a pert, svelte 25 year old with short, dirty blonde hair. Carol was a hot, shapely 45-year old with long blonde hair.

Hanna and Carol liked to gamble...a lot. They heard that a local recent divorce named Samantha, a hot red-headed 48 year old, had a poker game at her place, a palatial mansion she won in the divorce proceedings.

Hanna, Carol and Samantha were the last three players in a poker game. Between the flop and the turn, Hanna had a flush and Carol had two of a kind. Samantha had checked both the flop and the turn. Both Hanna and Carol, based on their reading of Samantha and each other, liked their odds for the river. The stacks were evenly distributed across the three remaining players. Hanna went all in. Carol called and so did Samantha.

The turn gave Samantha a royal flush. Hanna and Carol were dejected. Hanna needed that money to pay off her college debt. Carol needed that money to help pay down her mortgage. Both Hanna and Carol needed that money to pay their mounting debts to other players. Samantha saw the looks on Hanna and Carol's faces. She smiled.

"Hanna and Carol, I bought out your debts with all the other players."

This stunned Hanna and Carol, who now gazed at Samantha in fright.

"If you want your money back," continued Samantha as if she had not seen Hanna and Carol's sudden change in demeanour, "I am willing to give you a shot at it."

"But," began Hanna.

"I don't think any of us can buy in any more." continued Carol.

Samantha's smile widened.

"Oh, I have something in mind which won't require a buy in..."

"Wha--what do you mean?"

"Would you be able to spend the whole day Saturday working for your money?"

Hanna thought quickly. She could get Saturday off, so she nodded yes. So did Carol when she remembered her husband was taking the kids to the amusement park that she could not stand on Saturday.

"When you say 'work'..."

"That you will have to wait until Saturday at nine AM to figure out."

Hanna and Carol showed up at the appointed time. Samantha, still clad in a bathrobe, let them in. Hanna and Carol were so nervous at the unknown that they failed to notice the shiny leather of the boots Samantha had under her bathrobe.

Samantha led them both down to the basement...a very dimly lit basement where Hanna and Carol could only see two open boxes.

"OK, ladies! Strip and put all your clothes in those boxes!"

"Wait!" exclaimed Carol, "We are not whores!"

"Yeah!" echoed Hanna, "We are not going to work off our debt servicing some creepy old men."

"That is correct, ladies!" declared Samantha. "Now, if you want a chance at seeing some of your money back, strip and put all your clothes in these boxes!"

Hanna slipped out of her flip flops and removed her tank top, putting both in the box before going to work unhitching her shorts. Carol stood immobile.

"Come on, Carol! You too! Or...do you want me to just give Hanna all of your money right now?"

Slowly, Carol began to undo her blouse as she slipped out of her shoes. The cold of the stone floor on the soles of her bare feet sent chills up her spine, causing her to tremble even further.

Finally, both Hanna and Carol were stark naked.

Samantha reached into the pockets of her bathrobe, pulled out two elastics and handed them to Hanna and Carol.

"Here...tie your hair back with these."

As Hanna and Carol complied with this latest instruction, Samantha closed the boxes and kicked them to one side into the darkness, out of view of Hanna and Carol.

Once Hanna and Carol were done tying back their hair, Samantha declared "Follow me!"

Hanna and Carol followed Samantha to a door, which Samantha unlocked and opened, revealing a better lit room. Samantha stood to one side and motioned Hanna and Carol inwards. Hanna and Carol complied...and stopped short of breath.

In the middle of the room stood two pillories, one higher than the other.

Before Hanna and Carol knew it, they heard Samantha slam the door shut behind them, causing them to both hiss in a sharp intake of breath.

"Calm, calm, ladies!" Samantha walked in front of Hanna and Carol, "Fair is fair. You will see. Now--"

Samantha pulled her hands from the pockets of her bathrobe.

"--I am holding a quarter in one of my hands. Which one is it?"

"Left! shouted out Carol, leaving Hanna stuck with the choice of "right!"

"That was awful quick of you, Carol!" declared Samantha as she rotated her left hand until her fingers were facing upwards, then opened her fingers. "That was also unlucky of you!" Samantha's palm was empty. She thrust both hands back in her pockets, then undid and shed her bathrobes.

Goosebumps went up Hanna and Carol's skins as they saw that, underneath the bathrobe, Samantha had been clad in a corset that separated her pendulous breasts from her hairy bush, thigh-high leather boots and nothing else. Samantha did not give them time to react.

"Since you volunteered, Carol, step up to the pillories."

Carol slowly moved forward.

"Ahhhhh, Carol! The sooner you are done with this, the sooner you have a chance at your money."

Carol walked up to the pillories. Samantha opened the top one.

"C'mon! Neck and wrists here!"

Carol complied. Samantha shut the pillory and locked it.

"Now, lift up your left foot...good, now your right foot...good!"

Carol felt the bottom pillory shut and pin her ankles in place.

"OK, Carol...here is what is going to happen. I am going to give Hanna a crop whip. She is going to hit your ass. The number of hits you can take before either crying out, passing out or cumming will be the minimum number of hits Hanna has to take if she wants to see her money. If she cannot surpass you in number of hits she takes before passing out, crying out to stop or cumming, she loses all her money and you get it all. Are you ready?"

"Y-yes!"

"Good! Hanna...anytime you are ready."

There was a swish...then an explosion on Carol's right ass cheek. Hanna really wanted her money. Carol screamed out in pain.

"Was that too much, Carol?" asked Samantha cruelly, "Do you want to give up now and start hitting Hanna?"

Eventually, Carol regained her breath.

"I...gave birth to three...children...NO, I am not giving up!"

"OK...don't say I didn't give you the chance."

Carol eventually lost count of the crop whip's explosive contact with both of her ass cheeks. She wanted to cry out. She felt like passing out. She was aroused...but not enough to cum.

Then the hits stopped coming. Carol heard Samantha whisper something to Hanna. Then, the next hit came down crashingly and mercilessly...on the exposed flesh of the sole of her right foot.

Carol screamed out a new excruciating sound and began to sob.

"This stops whenever you want it to, Carol!" declared Samantha.

Carol again eventually regained her breath.

"Just...bring it..."

"That's my girl."

Hanna, on the other hand, was not smiling as she delivered the following strokes...to Carol's left sole, to Carol's right nipple, to Carol's right sole again, to Carol's left nipple, and so on and so forth.

Finally, Carol cried out that she had enough. Hanna was relieved. She had counted the number of strokes. She thought she cold take it.

Samantha released Carol from the pillory and sat her down in a chair, Carol's feet still too tender for her to stand on.

"OK, Hanna...your turn...c'mon!"

Hanna approached the pillories and was locked into place by Samantha. She braced herself for the inevitable whipstrokes on her ass cheeks, soles and nipples...then stopped breathing when she heard Carol whisper to Samantha. Suddenly, fingers grabbed her hair and pulled her face up.

Hanna found herself eyeball to eyeball with Carol. She did not like what she saw in Carol's eyes. Carol noticed this.

"You little whore!" began Carol, "You made me all horny...so...I'll tell you what...Samantha agreed that we could split the money fifty-fifty, you and me...if you french kiss me deep and good for two whole minutes..."

"Fuck you, bitch! I'm not a dyke!"

Hanna spat at Carol. Carol laughed as she wiped the spittle off of her face with her other hand.

"Oh, I was soooooooooo hoping you would say something like that!"

With that, Carol disappeared from Hanna's view...and then it began, the fiendish horror...

Carol's fingers and tongue mercilessly tickled the exposed flesh of Hanna's back and belly. Hanna screamed out laughter in her impotent rage.

"This ends any time you want to!" declared Samantha as Carol's fingers and tongue continued their devilish work. "Just cry out! But just know that if you cry out in a shorter time than it took for Carol to cry out, you lose everything!"

"AAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHA--HOW-AAAHAHAHAHAHAHHA-LONG-HAHAHAHAHA-IS THAT? HAHAHAHA-AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"That's for us to know and you to find out!"

The horror went on for what seemed forever...then suddenly stopped.

Hanna slowly started breathing normally again. She thought Carol had run out of energy. She was wrong. Carol's fiendish fingers went to work again...on her anus, clitoris and belly button...

Hanna eventually came.

"Shit!" declared Samantha, "You both lasted the exact same number of minutes! I can't give either of you your money."

"WHAT?????????" barked out Hanna and Carol in angered unison.

"Come back next Saturday, and I'll have something different."

Samantha told Carol to go first, only releasing Hanna after Carol was dressed and gone lest Hanna try to rip into Carol.

Both women showed up the following Saturday. They glared at each other, cold anger in their eyes. Only their need for their money kept them from going right then, right there.

Samantha had them stripped again and led them to the same room, only, this time, there were no pillories. There was instead a bed...and two IV stands, each with an enema bag and nozzle hanging from them. This took Hanna and Carol aback, but Samantha did not let them dwell on it.

"Come on! On the bed on all fours, asses facing out the both of you! C'mon!"

Hanna and Carol complied. They both gasped as they felt the enema nozzles shoved up their asses...then half groaned, half screamed as they felt their innards fill up with liquid.

"That's it, take it all in" declared Samantha over the groans and screams, "The one who holds it in the longest wins all the money.

Hanna and Carol crushed the bedsheets in their tightly clenched fists, curled their toes, squeezed their eyes shut, whipped their heads left and right, flailed their calves up and down impotently, groaned and whined as they fought with every cell and every muscle to keep that bulging intrusion of liquids in intestines they thought were never designed to hold a fraction of such an amount.

It was Hanna who cracked first, the slightly redish milky liquid gushing out of her ass. Carol started to laugh at Hanna's misfortune...which caused her to let go herself seconds after Hanna did. Carol thought she had won and turned her head expectantly to Sarah, who had a quizzical look on her face.

"Hmmmm....you both released so closely that I cannot really call this one...tell you what, the woman who slurps up everything that just came out of her ass wins...Oh, go on! It's just dacquiri mix!"

Hanna and Carol slurped away like what had just been expelled from their intestines was a slurpee on a hot summer's day. Samantha looked quizzical again.

"Hmmmm....again, too close to call...tell you what...show up next week, and I'll have something different arranged."

The next Saturday, Samantha had both women hose the other woman, who was bound naked, in ice cold water. Again, the results were inconclusive.

The next Saturday, Samantha bound both Hanna and Carol to Saint Andrew's Crosses, raised the Crosses and then placed large vats under their crotches. After an eternity of futile up-and-down-and-up-and-down-and-up-and-down-and-up-and-down, it was Hanna again, Hanna who had never experienced childbirth, who came harder than she ever had in her life and passed out on the cross. Carol smiled, but the smile disappeared when she saw Samantha, also smiling, nodding port-to-starboard. Eventually, Carol also came harder then she had ever cum before and passed out. When both women had come to, they were off the Crosses. Samantha made each chug down the other's vaginal secretions. Again, the results were inconclusive.

The next Saturday, Hanna and Carol met in Samantha's driveway, their eyes as cold as ice chips. They nodded at each other. Samantha opened the door to let them in, then turned her back on them to close the door...then everything went black for Samantha.

Samantha groggily came to. As she regained her bearings, she felt that she could not move her arms...or her legs....she soon became aware of the bright light and of four legs in front of her...and she soon realised that she was fully naked!

A hand harshly grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up until she was looking at the cold anger of Hanna and Carol's faces just inches from her.

"Where...is..." began Carol in a pitiless, almost inhuman, voice.

"...our...money?" continued Hanna.

"Wha-what..."

Carol's backhand cut Samantha's lip open.

"We asked you a question, bitch!" shouted Hanna.

"Up-stairs...bedroom....top drawer...left nightstand."

The hand holding Samantha's hair suddenly released it. The legs moved away.

A sudden panic overtook Samantha. Her deepest phobia was being left alone in the dark. Samantha breathed a sigh of relief when Hanna and Carol did not turn off the lights. Then, she began to struggle every which way against the ropes that hogtied her into place, rolling over bony, heavily innervated parts of her that left her alternatively numb and in the agony of a million needles.

Suddenly, Samantha was aware of four legs in front of her again. Again, cruel fingers grabbed her hair and yanked her head up to look at those heartless, vengeful faces. Samantha tried to pre-empt them.

"You found your money?"

"Yes..."

"Good...now, let me loose, and we'll call this even!"

Hanna and Carol's simultaneous cruel laughs sent chills up Samantha's spines and almost caused her bladder and sphincter to fail.

"Oh, no, no, my dear!" began Carol "You don't get off that easy..."

"Wha--what...I gave you your money...please!"

"'Please!' 'Please!' Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Samantha began to cry.

"Come on you guys, it was just a game..."

"Oh, you're going to be part of a game for a long time," began Hanna, "a very long time!"

"Wha--NO! You can't just leave me here like this in the dark!"

Hanna and Carol turned to look at each other. Then they turned back to Samantha.

"Thank you, Samantha!" declared Carol, "We never thought of that!"

"Wha...NO! What are going to do?"

Hanna pulled up her bag and pulled out a large dildo...and a bottle of tabasco sauce.

Samantha was silent in her horror.

Hanna donned rubber gloves, opened the bottle of tabasco sauce, poured some all over the dildo, then worked the dildo like a pro.

"NO!" screamed out Samantha, "You can't do that! I have endometriosis!"

"Well, that's nice to know, but don't worry!" responded Carol.

"Yeah," chimed in Hanna. "This beauty ain't going anywhere near your pussy..."

"Wha-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Samantha tried to struggle away but Carol's vice grip on her hair was so tight that she remained in place.

Samantha's screams almost popped Carol and Hanna's eardrums as Hanna shoved the now-tabasco flavored dildo up Samantha's ass and duct-taped it into place while Carol held her down.

Samantha was still screaming when Carol and Hanna got up and approached the door.

"YOU FUUUUCKING BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Ah...that's not nice!" declared Hanna, a cruel smile on her lips.

"Yeah...just when we almost forgot about your phobia about being tied up alone in the dark...." added Carol.

"WHAT? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Carol mercilessly flicked the light switch off.

Samantha was now sobbing, pleading with both Hanna and Carol to not leave her there. Her screaming resumed when Carol, then Hanna stepped outside of the door, slamming it shut, leaving Samantha in the dark, trussed up like a turkey, a raging inferno of fire up her ass.

 

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Story time! Inspired by this thread--> http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/protesters.5216/ I'll call this one "The Protestors who Doth Protest Too Much."

Laura was a shapely, dark-red haired forty-nine year old. Brit was a pert, dirty blonde-haired twenty year old. Laura and Brit has protested outside a porn studio because they thought porn was degrading to women.

The new President did likey his porno. The rest of the First Amendment, not so much, hence why Laura and Brit were now standing convicted before a magistrate who was about to sentence them.

"The penalty for protesting is death," declared the magistrate, "And I should be sending both of you to the gallows now.

"However, I am in a good mood today, so, I'll make you an offer.

"You see, I want to set an example out of you two so that others will think twice before protesting. If you agree to be an example, I will let you live."

"What does...being an example--"

"That is for me to know and you to find out. Take it or leave it."

Laura and Brit took the deal. They were immediately whisked away in a van and driven for hours until it was pitch black outside.

The van stopped, its doors thrown open, the harsh light temporarily blinding Laura and Brit, who felt hard, crule hands manhandle out into the brightness.

When their vision returned, Laura and Brit saw they were in a barren room, two butch guards holding them, boxes at their feet, a terrifying looking butch guard staring at them from the front.

"Strip!" ordered the butch guard. "NOW!"

Slowly, trepidly, Laura and Brit removed their nice courtroom clothes and placed them in the box. Without ceremony or mercy, the butch guards probed their every cavities, ignoring their sobbing. Then the butch guards force marched Laura and Brit to another room.

Chains hung from the ceiling of this room, and chains were cemented into the floor of this room. Laura and Brit's wrists and ankles were swiftly shackled to these chains, then the chains attached to their wrists became ever so taught until both Laura and Brit were standing on their tippee-toes. Suddenly, Laura and Brit became aware that bright lights shone on them, and cameras were filming them in their helpless nakedness. But this was soon to be the least of their miseries.

Laura screamed out as several volts of electricity coursed through her body through the taser needles that had just been shot into her back. She hardly had time to recover before the taser needles came alive again, torturing every nerve of her.

Brit began to whimper in terror. Then she began to cry.

Laura was repeatedly tased. She passed out once, only to be slapped back into consciousness and being tased again.

"Pleeeeeeeae stoooooooooop! I can't take it anymore!"

The tasing stopped.

One of the butch guards placed a metallic strap-on dildo at Laura's feet.

"We'll stop if you fuck Brit up the ass."

"Wha-wha...NO! I won'---AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH"

Several taser jolts later, Laura simply nodded up and down. The butch guards undid her chains.

"Oh, no, oh, no! Please!"

But there was no stopping Laura now. She slid into the dildo, then shoved it up Brit's ass.

"Again! Fuck her until we tell you to halt!"

Laura's hips were like pistons as they thrust that big hard dildo up the ass of the screaming, then crying, then sobbing Brit, who eventually passed out.

Laura was then rechained spreadeagled. Laura and Brit spent the night chained spreadeagled.

Morning brought no breakfast. Instead, Laura and Brit felt their ankle shackles being undone. Just when they thought they were being freed, new shackles were placed around their ankles, shackles which were slowly pulled until each woman was hanging from her wrists, her knees bent.

Laura and Brit first screamed at the shocked, then settled into wailing and then sobbing as cruel crop whips slammed into tender flesh of the soles of their feet.

"Please...stooop!" Brit managed to cry out.

The guards stopped bastinado-whipping Brit. A chair was placed at Laura's side, and on the chair was placed a crop whip.

"We will stop whipping you if you whip Laura's titties."

Brit turned to Laura, a cold look in her eyes.

"Oh, no, Brit...it wasn't personal."

"Tough! This is."

Brit was unchained and helped into the seat from whence she proceeded to cruelly thrash Laura's nipples until Laura fainted.

Brit was then rechained spreadeagled. Laura and Brit remained spreadeagled for the night.

Morning brought no breakfast, but only two metallic dildoes with antennae at the ends and mikes attached to necklaces. The necklaces were placed around Laura and Brit, the dildoes shoved unlubbed into their pussies and strapped securely into place.

Then the butch guards began to cruely tickle every square inch of Laura and Brit's exposed flesh. Laura and Brit first laughed--laughs that quickly turned into screams as their pussies exploded in electricity. It took a while for it to click that the mikes hanging from their necks turned on the juice in their electric dildoes. The rest of a day was a combat, with Laura and Brit wanting to laugh so badly, but trying their damnedest not to, since laughs would set their pussies ablaze. They did not always succeed in suppressing their laughs.

Then Laura and Brit were unceremoniously released.

 

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Story time! I am going to call this one "The Senior Sorority."

Tracy was a buxom blonde, 25 year-old MBA student. Stacy was a pert, redhead 18 year-old undecided major at the same prestigious university as Tracy. Both Tracy and Stacy knew that, once they graduated, they would be struggling in a man's world. That is why they both wanted very much to join the Senior Sorority.

The Senior Sorority was world famous. Several very prominent CEOs and politicians were members, which was what attracted Tracy and Stacy. But the Senior Sorority was unusual. None of its famous members ever spoke publicly about it beyond wearing the Senior Sorority's pin while being photographed or filmed in interviews. Unlike most sororities, the Senior Sorority accepted pledges all year round, and the Senior Sorority also accepted Graduate and Doctoral students as well as undergraduates. This peculiar character both intimidated and intrigued Tracy and Stacy.

Tracy and Stacy established contact with the Senior Sorority. They were told to forward their CV's and transcripts, which they did. They were then told to show up for an interview.

The interviewer was a bespectacled brunette in her thirties in business attire.

"Your CVs and transcripts meet our minimum threshold. The question now becomes 'Are you going to be comfortable with us?' "

"Um...yeah..." replied Stacy. Tracy was annoyed with Stacy's adolescent paralinguistics, but said nothing.

"We shall see...I see neither of you have class after 2PM on Fridays...would you be comfortable spending from Fridays at 3PM to Sundays at 6AM being tested by us for one weekend a month for a few months?"

"Yes!" replied Tracy.

"Um...yeah...." responded Stacy.

"Good! Let's see...today is the first...be here at 3PM on the last Friday of this month."

Tracy and Stacy showed up at the appointed hour. It was a cloudy day, whose gloom added to Tracy and Stacy's apprehension.

The same woman who interviewed them opened the house's massive oaken door. The interviewer was clad exactly as she was during the interview. Tracy was wearing a light coat, a pale yellow t shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. Stacy was wearing a pink hoodie, a sky blue tank top, ripped jeans and flip-flops.

The interviewer motioned Tracy and Stacy in. Once Tracy and Stacy were in and the door was closed, they saw two boxes on the floor.

"Our purpose" intoned the interviewer "is to prepare women to thrive in a man's world. The firrst step in this preparation is for a woman to learn to be completely comfortable with herself. Take off all your clothes and put them in the box in front of you."

"Wha-WHAT???" exclaimed Stacy.

"If a woman cannot feel comfortable with herself without anything to shield her, she will always be insecure. A woman who cannot take this first basic step is thanked for her interest."

Tracy removed her sneakers and placed them in the box, the stone floor sending chills up her spine through the soles of her bared feet. Then, she removed her coat, folded it and placed it atop her sneakers in the box, followed by her jeans. Then, she removed her shirt, her nipples becoming erect in the cold. After she put her shirt atop her jeans, she removed her panties and placed them atop her shirt. Then she just stood there.

Stacy was more hesitant, more clumsy. She slowly slipped out of her flip-flops and placed them in the box, followed eventually by her hoodie. Then her ripped jeans. Then Stacy looked up at the interviewer in front of her.

The interviewer just stared back at her, as cold and emotionless as during the interview.

Seeing things were not going to change, Stacy clumsily slipped off her tank top, the nipples on her pert breasts too becoming erect. Then, ever so slowly, as she was in agony by doing so, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, tugged them down, stepped out of them and then dropped them in the box. Then, one of her hands went in front of her crotch, the other hand and arm before her chest.

The interviewer produced a roll of duct tape and bent down towards the boxes. The rip of strips of duct tape being torn from the roll sounded like roars to Tracy and Stacy's supersensitive ears. Both women trembled when the interviewer sealed the boxes, closing them off from their clothing, their dignity.

The interviewer motioned for Tracy and Stacy to follow her, then led them down what seemed to Tracy and Stacy to be an interminable corridor. Suddenly, she stopped, turned to the side and unlocked a door, motioning Tracy and Stacy inwards.

It was not a very big room. It was hard to imagine a queen size bed fit in that room. Not that there was any kind of bed in that room. Not that there was much of anything at all in that room. There was only a fading, flickering naked light bulb, a hole in the middle of the floor and a roll of toilet paper next to that hole.

"A woman who is comfortable with herself is comfortable with anyone seeing her. Tracy and Stacy, your first test, from now until Sunday six AM, is as follows. You will stay in this room. You may sleep when you are tired. The rules are as follows.

"You may not at any point use your limbs of any position to cover your breasts or vagina.

"When you sleep, we will understand it if you roll over on your tummy unconsciously. But you must lie down on your back, with your hands and arms at your side.

"If one of you is awake and sees the other one has rolled on her tummy in her sleep, that one must roll the other one back on her back.

"You may close your eyes when you sleep. But when you are awake, you must be looking at each other's naked bodies.

"There are no cameras here and we will not be checking up on you. We work on the honor system here.

"Until Sunday at six AM, then."

The interviewer closed and locked the door.

"Who-WHOAH!!!" giggled Stacy nervously.

"Stacy, right?"

"Yeah, I'm Stacy..."

"Stacy, I know you're nervous. I'm nervous too. But, try to control your speech."

"WhAT?"

"Like in the interview...try not to say things like 'um...yeah.' "

"What's your problem?"

"It's just...not professional. Try to be professional. Try it. It will be some measure of control."

"Control, huh? Um...okay...I mean..."

"It's okay...it's a process...just like this."

Tracy and Stacy spent the bulk of their time like that. They slept. They defecated and urinated, which was decidedly less comfortable for both women than sleeping. But both Tracy and Stacy steadfastly stood by the rules. They did not use their limbs or positions to hide their breasts and vaginas from each other. They slept on their backs. They did not even roll over to their tummies. Each woman's eyes became very well acquainted with the other woman's breasts and vaginas. But each woman's eyes became most intimately acquainted with the other woman's eyes.

Sunday, six AM came. The interviewer unlocked the door and led Tracy and Stacy back to the boxes.

"Until one from month from now at 3PM then."

Tracy and Stacy showed up for their next session at the appointed hour. Tracy came prepared. She was clad only in a trench coat and pumps, out of which she easily slipped. Stacy was miffed that she did not think to come prepared like Tracy, and she clumsily disrobed. The roar of duct tape which then sealed their clothing away from them still intimidated Tracy and Stacy, but less than the first time.

The interviewer led Tracy and Stacy to another room. This one was better lit and furnished. The floor was padded. On it rested two bottles of baby oil and two strips of lengthy canvas.

"A woman who is comfortable with herself is not bothered by anything in her environment. Her environment includes things that touch her and things that look at her. Tracy and Stacy, your first task today is to smear the entirety of each other's bodies in baby oil, and then roll all over the canvases. You must oil each other up, you cannot oil yourselves up."

The interviewer left and closed and locked the door.

Tracy reached down for the bottle of baby oil first. Stacy just stared at her as she popped open the bottle.

Tracy looked back up at Stacy.

"It's OK, Stacy...this does not make you a lesbian, if that is what you are afraid of. This just makes you doing something you have to do to survive."

Stacy slowly reached down and picked up the bottle of baby oil. Tracy moved closer to her. Stacy looked back up with a start, but Tracy just continued on, but gently.

"Here."

Tracy put her oiled hands on Stacy's sides and started rubbing oil on her sides, then her back, then her abdomen. Then Tracy stopped.

Stacy was still hesitant. Tracy gently smiled, took Stacy's hands and put them on her own sides.

"You can do this, Stacy."

Slowly, Stacy smeared Tracy's sides, back and abdomen.

"Good!" declared Tracy. "Now, the next part will be difficult for both of us...Stacy what do you want me to smear first, your face or your lady parts?"

"My...face..."

Gently, Tracy rubbed oil on Stacy's face. Stacy slowly started smearing Tracy's breasts...then let out nervous giggle.

"Ooh! They're nice!"

"Thank you! Yours are cute too."

Tracy's hands fell from Stacy's face to her breasts as Stacy's hands moved up to Tracy's face. Then both women smeared each other's thighs, calves and feet. Then, they rolled over the canvas.

After each woman rolled to the end of her canvas. The interviewer unlocked the door and walked in, the handle of a large can in each hand.

"Good first coat!"

"First coat???" exclaimed Tracy and Stacy in unison.

"Yes...now, your next task is to smear each other in paint and then roll over the canvases. Same rules as the baby oil."

The interviewer set the cans down. One can had blue paint, one can had yellow paint.

Stacy showed initiative this time. She dipped her hands in the blue paint and smeared Tracy. Tracy reciprocated with the yellow paint. Then each woman rolled over her canvas.

After this, the interviewer unlocked the door and came in.

"Good job! Follow me."

The interviewer led Tracy and Stacy, the blue and yellow paint scarce protection from the cold for their otherwise naked bodies, down a corridor to another room.

This room was tiled green. Two nozzles stuck out from the wall. At the floor before the nozzles were a bottle of bodywash per nozzle.

"Tracy and Stacy, your final task for today is to get that paint off of each other. The bodywash will do that. The rule is that each woman must wash off the other woman. You cannot wash yourselves off."

The interviewer then then left and closed and locked the door.

The nozzles came on. Tracy and Stacy stood under the water and opened the bodywash bottles, pour out some bodywash on their hands, and then proceeded to wash each other's backs

Then each other's abdomens

Then each other's sides

Then each other's thighs and calves and arms

Then each other's faces.

By this time, both women's nipples and clitorises were hard. When the other woman's hands touched their breasts, each woman let out a moan. The stroking began gently, then became tighter. Then the hands moved to the other woman's ass and massaged it longly. Then the hands moved to the front...

Both women cried out. Then they leaned forward and kissed deeply.

Suddenly, the water temperature descended rapidly, causing both women to shriek. At this point, the interviewer came through the door.

"OK...nice and clean...until next month then."

TO BE CONTINUED.

 

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Senior Sorority, Part Deux.

It was that time of the month again. Tracy and Stacy showed up at the appointed hour. Their clothes were taken from them in the usual fashion, and they were led to a room far away in the usual fashion.

This was a warm, carpeted room. In the middle of it, Tracy and Stacy saw a large double-ended dildo, and a bottle of lubricant.

"A woman who is comfortable with herself" said the interviewer "can take the world intruding into her and make it work for her. Tracy and Stacy, you are to take up that dildo, lube up the ends of it and stick it into yourselves.

Tracy and Stacy were both hesitant. Tracy moved first, picking up one end of the dildo, picking up the bottle and lubing it.

Stacy followed suite, picking up the other end of the dildo, and just spitting on it, since Tracy still had the lube.

Tracy proceeded to try to stick her end of the dildo in her pussy, while Stacy tried to stick her end in her mouth--

"No!" The interviewer stopped them. "In neither of these places."

"Where then?"

"Well, where is left?"

"Oh, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" exclaimed Stacy.

Tracy, sensing she could win points over Stacy, immediately turned around and set about shoving her end of the dildo into her ass.

Stacy, sensing what Tracy was doing, followed suite, albeit still sobbing.

Both women emitted a gasp of pain as the their hands inserted the rather large ends of the dildo up their asses. They shoved their ends in just a little bit, and then made to extricate them.

"No!" interrupted the interviewer, "I said 'make it work for her.' You are not showing me that you can make this predicament work for you if you pull it out so quickly."

"Well...WHAT, then?" exclaimed.

"If you want to succeed in this test, you will not only keep the dildo in your assholes, you will push it in deep and move it in-and out until you orgasm."

Tracy was quicker than Stacy, who was still sobbing as she slowly complied. Tracy had gotten in several strokes to Stacy's few. All of a sudden, she groaned loudly.

"Nice try, Tracy!" commented the interviewer. If this was Hollywood, I'd give you an Oscar, since that is the best fake orgasm I've seen since Meg Ryan. Alas, no. I've been doing this for years. I can tell when a woman really is orgasming."

"SHIT!" spat out Tracy. Stacy snickered at Tracy's discomfort as she increased the tempo of moving her end of the dildo back and forth in her anus and intestines.

Tracy saw that Stacy was picking up the pace. So she took picked up the pace.

Over what seemed for them an eternity, Tracy and Stacy gave out several groans, grasps and cries as they worked their ends of the dildos in their asses as if they were pistons on an eighteen wheeler.

Then, Stacy had a supernova of an orgasm, and fell flat on the floor comatose. The force of Stacy falling on the floor violently jolted the dildo upwards in Tracy's intestine, a sudden move that brought her too to a thunderous orgasm and then catatonia.

Eventually Tracy and Stacy awoke. The dildo was no longer in their asses.

When they had regained their strength, the interviewer led them to the duct-taped boxes that had their clothing.

"Until next time, then!"

 

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New story, inspired by this thread: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/whipped-girls.5664/

I'll call this one "Female Jealousy Unleashed And Channeled."

Julie was a hot buxom 40 year-old blonde who lived in a nice house in the suburbs with her husband and kids. Julie just had this one flaw.

She was insanely jealous.

Her jealousy reached a feverish peak when a new couple moved in next door. Her new neighbour, Ashley, was a 25 year-old blonde, newly married to her husband. Ashley was madly in love with her husband, but Julie's insane eyes could only perceive Ashley as being in love with her, Julie's, husband.

Of course, it did not help that Ashley had a habit of washing her car herself in her driveway in nothing but a tank top and hot pants on Saturdays.

Julie fidgeted and wondered how to send Ashley a clear message of "keep your filthy paws off my man!!!" Then she had an idea. Or, at least, she thought she did.

Julie invited Ashley over one day when her husband was out of town and the kids were away at a sleepover. Not by accident, Julie left a graphic BDSM photo book on her coffee table. Ashley saw it and was drawn by it.

Julie thought she had succeeded. She meant the book, full of bound women being whipped by other women, to subtly intimidate Ashley into looking elsewhere. But Julie was perplexed when Ashley did not react as planned.

Ashley opened the book and looked through it, slowly turning page after page after page. Then she closed the book and spoke.

"Neat!" declared Ashley with a smile. "Don't get me wrong, I love this neighborhood. But it can be so vanilla at times. It's nice to know that you are cool too!"

Julie quickly realized she had to up her game.

"You like that too huh?"

"Yep!"

"Do you prefer being a domme...or a sub?"

"Well...I've never really...you know...tried it. My husband is nice...but he can be kinda vanilla and squeamish..."

Julie saw an opportunity...and pounced upon it.

"We have a cottage by the lake. We spend our summers there. I am going to clean and close it up for the fall this weekend. Wanna come along...and try some of...this?"

Julie had to fight to contain her excitement and malicious glee when Ashley accepted her offer. Julie gave Ashley the directions to the cottage.

Ashley showed up at the cottage bright and early Saturday morning. Julie let her in and led her downstairs.

"Awesome!" declared Ashley when she saw the manacles and the variety of whips Julie had so carefully laid out the night before. Without prompting, and somewhat to Julie's surprise, she immediately began to strip. Then she just stood there, naked as the day she was born, looking expectantly into Julie's eyes.

Julie smiled and led Ashley to the manacles suspended from the ceiling and bound Ashley's wrists. The manacles were at such a height that Ashley was now standing on her tippee-toes.

Then something completely unexpected happened, something that caught Julie by surprise.

After she manacled Ashley's wrists, Julie accidentally caressed Ashley's bare back with her hand. A powerful new sensation overtook Julie's entire being.

"Oh my god...your skin...it's so...beautiful...I can't...I just can't whip this!"

"Oh, c'mon! You have me all hot and bothered! I was thinking about nothing but this for two whole days!"

Julie's hand was back on Ashley's back, moving up and down, the nerves on her palm simultaneously savoring and devouring the softness that was the flesh of Ashley's bare back.

"No....I just can't...it will leave marks...what will your husband say?"

This gave Ashley pause. She had been so enthralled and the prospect of being whipped for reals that she had not thought of this consequence.

"Oh..."

Both women were silent for a while. Then a light clicked behind Julie's eyes.

"I think I might have an idea....wait right here."

Ashley smiled.

"It's not as if I can go anywhere..."

But Julie was already walking up the stairs.

Moments later Julie was back. Ashley saw her slowly descending the stairs, one had behind her back.

"What have you got?"

"You'll see..."

Slowly, without letting what she had behind her back become visible to Ashley, Julie undressed. Soon, she was as naked as Ashley. But Ashley still could not see what Julie had brought down with her. That was under her clothes.

"You are wondering, aren't you?"

"Yeah...kinda..."

"You wanna see?"

"Yeah!"

"Have you been a good girl?"

"Um...yeah..."

"Oops...sorry...you don't get to see...my party favors are reserved for bad girls."

"Um...oh...I can be a bad girl..."

"Really?"

"Yeah, 'really!' C'mon! The mystery is killing me!"

"But it also kinda makes you wet, doesn't it?"

"Hmm...yeah...it does..."

"Well...which do you think you like more, the anticipation or knowing?"

"Um...I don't know, actually."

"Well...I'll give you some time to think about it..."

With that, Julie moved up to the bound Ashley and slowly, almost tauntingly, caressed hr bare back, stopping just short of her ass. Then she caressed the backs, and then the front, of Ashley's smooth bare thighs, stopping just short of Ashley's pussy. Then she caressed Ashley's tummy, stopping just short of Ashley's tits.

Ashley had begun moaning seconds after Julie's hands were on her back. By the time they had stopped just short of her tits, the moans had turned into full-throated groans. If Julie had touched Ashley's tits, Ashley would have cum then and there.

Julie felt this and stepped back, leaving Ashley in the agonizing throes of a frustrated orgasm.

Ashley's eyes shot open and looked intensely, almost angrily into Julie's. Julie smiled.

"Now that's the kind of bad girl I'm talking about! Wanna see my party favor now?"


Ashley was so aroused, so on the precipice of an orgasm, that she could not speak. She was drooling.

Julie bent down to her pile of clothes...and pulled out a stun gun.

"With all kinds of weirdos out there, a girl can't be without one of these! Don't you agree?"

Ashley could only nod.

Julie advanced to Ashley, stun gun in hand.

"Where do you want to start?"

"Su-surprise me!" commanded Ashley, straining at the manacles that kept her in place.

"Niiiice...gives me another idea..."

Julie turned back to her pile of clothes and pulled out her bandana. She went back to Ashley and wrapped her bandana over Ashley's eyes, blindfolding her.

Ashley screamed as a burst of electricity exploded on her left ass cheek. Then, several moments later, after she had regained some semblance of control over her breathing, she growled at Julie.

"Why...did...you...stop???????????"

Julie obliged Ashley, applying the stun gun to Ashley's right ass cheek. Then to each of Ashley's thighs. Then to each of Ashley's arms. Then to each of Ashley's forearms. Then, Julie stopped.

Ashley regained control of her breathing. Julie sensed that Ashley was about to berate her again for stopping. Julie forestalled Ashley.

"Hmmm...I see your two little soldiers are standing at full attention....do you want me to caress them with my toy?"

"Yu-yuh-YEEEEEESSS!!!!"

"Ah...but what's in it for mommy?"

"H-h-HUH? What?"

"No, no, for a special treat, you have to earn it..."

Ashley felt the manacles being undone. Weakened in her state of near-orgasm, she fell, but Julie caught her. Ashley then felt her arms being put behind her back, wrists cuffed into place.

Julie lowered Ashley to her knees. Then Ashley felt Julie's fingers gently but firmly take hold of her hair. Then Ashley felt hair on the tip of her nose.

"Lick!" commanded Julie.

Ashley complied, her snot mingling with Julie's vaginal fluid as Julie groaned. Then Julie pulled Ashley's face away from her pussy.

"OK...I've had better, but you're fine for now. You've earned your treat...in fact...do you want me to shock you on your titties...or on the soles of your feet?"

"Huh? What?"

"Choose, Ashley..."

Ashley could not choose.

"Choose, Ashley...or I'll take my toy away and leave you here..."

Ashley mumbled something.

"What was that, sweetie?"

"My...feet."

"Good choice!"

Ashley screamed out as the electricity exploded on the soles of her feet. Julie groaned.

"Ohhhhh....Ashley....that was such a beautiful scream! You did so well...that you get a bonus treat!"

The burst of fire that was the stun gun on Ashley's tits brought Ashley to the edge of an orgasm. Julie felt this.

"Oh my God, you're about to cum, aren't you?"

Sobbing heavily, saliva dripping from her mouth, mucous from her nose, Ashley could only nod up and down frantically.

"Okay...here...let me..."

Julie undid the cuffs and gently lowered Ashley on her back, keeping the bandana wrapped around Ashley's eyes. Julie spread Ashley's thighs. Ashley offered no resistance, only very heavy breathing, very heavy breathing in anticipation...

Julie, too, was breathing heavily as she applied one electrode of her stun gun to Ashley's clitoris.

The burst of electricity gave Ashley such a supernova of an orgasm that she was knocked out. Julie was alarmed. She thought she had killed Ashley. She was intensely relieved when Ashley, still unconscious, reflexively started to breathe again.

Julie sat down and put the stun gun down. She took the unconscious Ashley's right bare foot and thrust it deeply into her pussy. By now, Julie was so aroused that it only took a couple of strokes. So powerful was her orgasm as well, that she had to fight to find the energy to removed Ashley's right, now glistening, bare foot from her pussy before collapsing into unconsciousness herself.

What seemed an eternity later, both Julie and Ashley came to. Ashley undid the bandana around her head. She saw Julie looking at her. Julie's eyes were filled with incomprehension and awkwardness.

Ashley smiled.

"It's OK, Julie...we didn't do anything wrong."

"T-thank you...you know...this was my first time doing this too..."

"It was fun!"

"Yah! It sure was!"

"I want to do this, like, all the time now!"

"Well, 'all the time' might be a bit much. We can do this regularly, though..."

"That would be great, Julie! You know something?"

"What?"

"I was attracted to you the moment I set eyes on you. You might have thought I was washing my car like that to provoke your husband. I wasn't. I was trying to provoke you!"

The two women embraced. They regularly had girls' nights out from that point on.

 

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Story time! I'll call this one "Spank Club."

Laura was a hot, buxom, 40-ish redhead, divorced and a mother of two. Antoinette was a cute, pert, 22 year-old blonde.

Laura and Antoinette were friends. Laura baby-sat Antoinette when Antoinette was a kid, and now Antoinette baby-sat Laura's kids.

It was a Friday night. Laura's ex had the kids for the weekend. It was just Laura and Antoinette enjoying some Chardonnay.

"Ugh!" exclaimed Laura, "Bills, bills, bills! The jerk hardly pays me enough alimony and child support!"

"I know," commiserated Antoinette "I am working my way through my college debt."

"Yeah...I been meaning to ask...how are you doing that...I mean, you work full time at the food court, but that can't pay much..."

Antoinette smiled.

"I also do what you did when you were my age."

Laura stopped and stared at Antoinette, frozen, motionless.

"Oh, c'mon babe! The Internet forgets nothing...it's not as if I wasn't going to find out!"

Antoinette had a wicked smile on her face. Laura was still in shock.

"I...I..."

""Look, Laura...I'm not judging you...in fact, I always thought you were super-cool for doing that."

"Who else...knows?"

"I don't know...but you were awesome, even under all that makeup. You orgasmed so well on screen...in fact, you made me orgasm!"

Laura started breathing heavily, in disarray. Antoinette...sweet little Antoinette...had just told Laura that she found out that Laura had done porn two decades ago...and sweet little Antoinette had just told Laura she was also now doing porn.

"I...I...don't know how to...process..."

"It pays the bills."

"But...your parents..."

"My mom is going to give me shit no matter what I do. As for my dad, he tried to give me shit, then I told him I knew where he kept his porn stash...so that was that. No shame."

After a while, Laura regained her composure.

"What..studio do you work for?"

"No. It doesn't work by studio anymore. It works by websites. I am on a couple."

"I hope you use protection..."

"No need, really. No penetration, no boy-girl."

Laura's eyes widened.

"Exactly what kind of porn do you do?"

"Some masturbation, some stripping...but my biggest moneymaker is Spank Club."

"Spank Club?"

"Yeah, Spank Club. Wanna see?"

Antoinette showed Laura her Spank Club shoots on the computer.

Two weeks later, Antoinette was at Laura's again, sharing Chardonnay.

"Antoinette..."

"Yes?"

"I have been thinking about Spank Club..."

Antoinette smiled.

"I hope you weren't too weirded out!"

"No...in fact...I looked at their model rates...and..."

Antoinette reached over and hugged Laura.

Two weeks later, Laura was at Antoinette's studio, which was actually a room in her apartment, bare save for a light, a video camera and a wooden bench.

Laura and Antoinette were both as naked as the day they were born...save for the masks across their eyes that hid their identities.

Laura draped her bare belly across Antoinette's bare knees.

Antoinette began spanking Laura.

Laura cried out. After a while, it became impossible to distinguish Laura's cries of pain from Laura's cries of pleasure. Even Laura did not know which was which.

Then Laura orgasmed like she had not in years.

Then Antoinette and Laura switched places.

After many throes and screams, Antoinette also orgasmed very powerfully.

Then Antoinette and Laura kissed.

 

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Story Time! I'll call this one "In Search of that Mystery Hormone."

A college department of biology and of psychology publicly posted that they were looking for volunteers for a study. The announcement said that they were looking specifically for women between the ages of nineteen and fifty for an experiment that was to examine female resiliency. The announcement also specified that the volunteers would be submitted to highly stressful conditions for a week. The announcement specified a monetary reward, which brought in a lot of women of all ages within the specified age range, and it offered credits, which drew in a lot of female students. The announcement also said that volunteers had to show up at 3AM on Friday.

Plenty of volunteers showed up. Only the prettiest were selected. The selected volunteers were divided into groups of ten.

Each group of ten was led to a large room, in the middle of which were ten paper shopping bags. Then, the study personnel addressed the group.

"OK, ladies, this is the easiest study in the world...to get kicked out of. All you have to do is either fail to comply or tell us you want to quit. Staying in the study will be harder, since we are going to put you through a week of stressful conditions.

"The first thing you are going to do is take off all your clothes and put them in the bags in front of you. If you talk, you are out of the study."

With varying degrees of speed and clumsiness, the ten hot women, blondes, brunettes and redheads all aged between nineteen and fifty, stripped naked and put all their clothing in the bags in front of them.

"Turn to your left! Walk forward!"

The ten women walked forward, the cold of the floor sending chills up their spines through the soles of their bare feet.

One of the study personnel opened a door and motioned the ten women in. It was a small room, hardly big enough for ten women, and there was no room to sit, much less lie down.

Once the tenth woman was in, the study personnel addressed the naked, shivering mass of female anatomy.

"First test. You will remain here until instructed otherwise. If you utter one sound, you are out of the study. If you attempt to cover your breasts, genitalia and/or buttocks, you are out of the study. We will known. At least one of you is a spy, a mole working for us."

The study personnel then handed each women a plastic sample container.

"One possible reaction to stress is arousal. If you are aroused, masturbate and cum into this container."

The study personnel then closed the door.

Some women were indeed aroused by the stress of being naked and in a cramped room with nine other naked women. Some women were aroused because they found the breasts, genitalia and asses of the other women hot. Some women were aroused by the smiles and pretty faces of the other women.

But all ten women were eventually aroused. As instructed, they masturbated and filled the sample container with their ejaculate.

Right after the last drop of cum from the last woman hit the bottom of her plastic sample container, the study personnel, as if on cue, opened the door again.

"Congratulations! You all passed the first test. Many other groups--entire groups of ten women--could not take the stress and either tried to cover themselves, talked or voluntarily quit.

"Now, follow me."

The study personnel led the ten naked women to another, larger room. From the middle of the ceiling of this room hung two chains, right above a spreader bar.

"Now, this is your next test. You will be bound and whipped. To remain in the study, you must take at least twenty lashes. If you can take more lashes, we will pay you an additional hundred dollars for every ten extra lashes. For this test, you can scream out and cry, as long as you do not talk. We are going to put a diaper around you in case you are aroused. If you are aroused, go with it and cum in the diaper.

"Now, who is going go first?"

A hot forty-five year-old brunette with blue eyes, big tits and a nice ass stepped forward. The study personnel bound her into place and fixed the diaper around her.

By the twentieth lash, the brunette was a sobbing wreck. One of the study personnel lifted the brunette's chin and looked into her eyes.

"Do you want to earn some extra cash?"

Tears streaking her face, the brunette nodded "Yes."

After the last lash hit the tenth woman, thousands of extra dollars had been paid out. All the diapers were soiled with ejaculate.

To Be Continued.

 

[Barbaria1]

Story Time! I'll call this one "In Search of that Mystery Hormone."

A college department of biology and of psychology publicly posted that they were looking for volunteers for a study. The announcement said that they were looking specifically for women between the ages of nineteen and fifty for an experiment that was to examine female resiliency. The announcement also specified that the volunteers would be submitted to highly stressful conditions for a week. The announcement specified a monetary reward, which brought in a lot of women of all ages within the specified age range, and it offered credits, which drew in a lot of female students. The announcement also said that volunteers had to show up at 3AM on Friday.

Plenty of volunteers showed up. Only the prettiest were selected. The selected volunteers were divided into groups of ten.

Each group of ten was led to a large room, in the middle of which were ten paper shopping bags. Then, the study personnel addressed the group.

"OK, ladies, this is the easiest study in the world...to get kicked out of. All you have to do is either fail to comply or tell us you want to quit. Staying in the study will be harder, since we are going to put you through a week of stressful conditions.

"The first thing you are going to do is take off all your clothes and put them in the bags in front of you. If you talk, you are out of the study."

With varying degrees of speed and clumsiness, the ten hot women, blondes, brunettes and redheads all aged between nineteen and fifty, stripped naked and put all their clothing in the bags in front of them.

"Turn to your left! Walk forward!"

The ten women walked forward, the cold of the floor sending chills up their spines through the soles of their bare feet.

One of the study personnel opened a door and motioned the ten women in. It was a small room, hardly big enough for ten women, and there was no room to sit, much less lie down.

Once the tenth woman was in, the study personnel addressed the naked, shivering mass of female anatomy.

"First test. You will remain here until instructed otherwise. If you utter one sound, you are out of the study. If you attempt to cover your breasts, genitalia and/or buttocks, you are out of the study. We will known. At least one of you is a spy, a mole working for us."

The study personnel then handed each women a plastic sample container.

"One possible reaction to stress is arousal. If you are aroused, masturbate and cum into this container."

The study personnel then closed the door.

Some women were indeed aroused by the stress of being naked and in a cramped room with nine other naked women. Some women were aroused because they found the breasts, genitalia and asses of the other women hot. Some women were aroused by the smiles and pretty faces of the other women.

But all ten women were eventually aroused. As instructed, they masturbated and filled the sample container with their ejaculate.

Right after the last drop of cum from the last woman hit the bottom of her plastic sample container, the study personnel, as if on cue, opened the door again.

"Congratulations! You all passed the first test. Many other groups--entire groups of ten women--could not take the stress and either tried to cover themselves, talked or voluntarily quit.

"Now, follow me."

The study personnel led the ten naked women to another, larger room. From the middle of the ceiling of this room hung two chains, right above a spreader bar.

"Now, this is your next test. You will be bound and whipped. To remain in the study, you must take at least twenty lashes. If you can take more lashes, we will pay you an additional hundred dollars for every ten extra lashes. For this test, you can scream out and cry, as long as you do not talk. We are going to put a diaper around you in case you are aroused. If you are aroused, go with it and cum in the diaper.

"Now, who is going go first?"

A hot forty-five year-old brunette with blue eyes, big tits and a nice ass stepped forward. The study personnel bound her into place and fixed the diaper around her.

By the twentieth lash, the brunette was a sobbing wreck. One of the study personnel lifted the brunette's chin and looked into her eyes.

"Do you want to earn some extra cash?"

Tears streaking her face, the brunette nodded "Yes."

After the last lash hit the tenth woman, thousands of extra dollars had been paid out. All the diapers were soiled with ejaculate.

To Be Continued.

Please do continue ...

 

[Eulalia]

I think it would have been an adventurous journey getting to this place at 3.00 in the morning -
not easy for a woman on her own, whether in a city or out in the country...
I'm imagining how I'd manage it, what risks I'd encounter along the way,
what thoughts and feelings would be going through my mind (and body!).

 

[Barbaria1]

I think it would have been an adventurous journey getting to this place at 3.00 in the morning -
not easy for a woman on her own, whether in a city or out in the country...
I'm imagining how I'd manage it, what risks I'd encounter along the way,
what thoughts and feelings would be going through my mind (and body!).

The idea behind the 3 am start time is that most participants would be to sleepy to read the fine print?

 

[KvK]

I think it would have been an adventurous journey getting to this place at 3.00 in the morning -
not easy for a woman on her own, whether in a city or out in the country...
I'm imagining how I'd manage it, what risks I'd encounter along the way,
what thoughts and feelings would be going through my mind (and body!).

Yes. The disorientation and bewilderment is a deliberate part of the proceedings.

 

[KvK]

"In Search of that Mystery Hormone, Part Two."

The ten sobbing women were led away from the whipping room. Many had to be supported by both arms by study personnel. Their backs were reddened and soon, there would be some nasty marks. But the skin of the backs had not been broken. So expert were the study personnel with the use of the whip.

The ten sobbing women were led to a larger room, where there were ten beds in a row.

"Alright, two things, " began the study personnel, "This is going to be a rest period and your next test rolled into one.

"You are going to be bound loosely, ankle and wrist, to these beds. We can bind you so you are on your tummies. You also have the option, if you want to earn some more cash, of choosing to be bound on your backs. If you opt for this, you will get at least some hours of rest.

"The sheets on the bed are special. They are designed to absorb vaginal fluid, which is why we will bind your ankles to the bedposts. That way, should any of you be aroused or orgasm, your vaginal fluid will be absorbed. The material on the sheet is not harsh. But, for those of you who opt to be bound on your backs, your backs will hurt after a few hours.

"Now, who wants to bound on her back?"

Ten weary hands shot up.

Several hours later, the room was awash in cries and moans of agony, and the sheets of the bed were awash in vaginal fluid. The study personnel came in, unshackled the ten women from their bed and instructed them to stand up. Some women could stand up, some had to be supported. The study personnel led the women to another room.

This room had a long table, next to which was a long bench. On the table were ten bowls of oatmeal. The study personnel instructed the ten women to eat.

The women ate. The oatmeal tasted good and warm. Having food in their belly eased the pain in their backs somewhat. The women were so famished that they did not notice they were eating with their hands and tongues like animals.

Just after the last woman had licked her bowl clean, the study personnel spoke again. One of the study personnel was holding a box.

"OK, time for your next test.

"That oatmeal you ate had a high concentration of pheromone in it."

The study personnel put the box in the middle of the table.

"Here are some special gloves and dental dams, specifically designed to absorb vaginal fluid. In a few minutes, you will all feel powerfully aroused. Some of you said on your applications that you are straight. This feeling will be uncomfortable to you. Do not fight it. Go with it. Those of you who are bisexual or lesbian will lead the way.

"Make love any way you want to. But the woman who has the most vaginal fluid on her gloves and dental dam will make a thousand dollars. The woman who has the second most vaginal fluid on her gloves and dental damn will make five hundred dollars."

All ten women now felt their crotches on fire with desire. The straight ones were indeed bewildered...albeit only momentarily, for the bisexual and lesbian women did not stand on ceremony and proceeded to french-kiss the women next to them. Some of the older women felt an additional rush at re-experiencing a joy they had not known since college. Some of the older women were startled, then turned on, by the ravenous speed with which the 19- and 20-year olds came at them.

All manner of lesbian sex imaginable to humanity was had. Faces, necks and shoulders were kissed, licked and caressed, as were ass cheeks. Surprisingly enough to the study personnel observing, each asshole was fingered deeply multiple times. Each breast was caressed by tongues, each nipple felt a powerful suction on them. Gloved fingers tenderly ran through each woman's hair before penetrating her vagina. Lips and tongues behind dental dams worked each clitoris with a fury that came out of the mouth of the woman attached to that clitoris as a loud moan of ecstasy.

So potent was the pheromone that it powered each woman to give cunnilingus and annilingus to each other woman until that other woman had another volcanic, super-nova of an orgasm, again and again and again and again.

At the end of this test, the study personnel had to put a thousand dollars into each woman's account, each woman's gloves and dental dam being super-saturated with vaginal fluid. Not that any of the women would notice, since each woman was in a deep state of unconsciousness after having every fiber of her very being so thoroughly rocked by the tongues, lips and fingers of each other woman.

 

[KvK]

Story Time! I'll call this one "BDSM Noir, Chapter One."

Kim was a hot, dirty blonde 45-year old divorcee and schemer. Kim could not stand her next door neighbor Kerri, a hot, bodacious 47 year-old red head. Kim was also attracted to Kerri's husband Mark.

Kim and Mark were having an affair. It had lasted a year so far.

To spice things up, Mark suggested that they try BDSM. Kim was delighted. First, Mark tied her spread-eagled naked to the bed and proceeded to alternatively lick and tickle Kim until she came. Kim came very hard. It was not just that Mark was an excellent lover, it was also the fact that Kim, by having an affair with Mark, was also fucking (albeit metaphorically) Kerri that powered her rocking, glass-shattering orgasms.

Then, the next time, Mark told her to meet him in his basement when Kerri was out of town.

Kim showed up at Mark's basement she saw chains hanging from the ceiling and manacles bolted to the floor, as well as an assortment of whips, and a large strapon dildo.

The dildo puzzled Kim for a bit. Maybe Mark wanted to her to peg him. Kinky! Kim liked it!

"Hi Kim!" called out Mark, who was wearing only leather chaps, his fine pecs and biceps standing out even in the dim light, "Just take off all your clothes."

Giggling, Kim stripped naked. Then Mark chained her wrists to the ceiling and her ankles to the floor. The chains were so taught that Kim was standing on her tippee-toes, ankles and wrists far apart, practically the entirety of her nude flesh vulnerable and defenseless to what Mark had in store for her.

Mark smiled. This time, Kim did not like it. It was not his usual smile. It was off for some reason...

"I have a surprise for you today!"

"What is it?" The anticipation was stronger than the fear in Kim's voice.

Then she heard the sounds. CLICK----CLACK----CLICK---CLACK----CLICK---CLACK!

These were the sounds of stiletto heels on hard floor.

"Mark, what the fuck----"

Kim stopped breathless in mid-sentence, unable to speak.

There before her stood Kerri, clad only in thigh-high stilettos. Kerri had the most evil, most malicious smile Kim had ever seen on a human being.

Kim forcefully exhaled when she noticed Mark stepping to one side. It slowly and terrifyingly dawned on her what was going to happen today...

"MARK! PLEASE! NO! SHE HATES ME!"

"Oh, I know!"

Kim did not think her eyes could get any wider, but they did when she saw Mark rubbing his cock...

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" screamed Kim and Kerri slowly, deliberately closed the distance between them, knowing full well that every second she took her sweet time was an eternity of agony and terror for Kim, who did not know exactly what Kerri would do to her....