THE ESCORT

THE ESCORT

The physiological torment rises to at least the level of her physical abuse as she spends an extended period of time in the booth being disciplined by the Elder.  When done, she’s left in the custody of one of his bodyguards for a little more recreation.  

Chapter five

       Firmly mounted, spread and shackled on her backside across the rack supporting her naked body, its rotating frame’s occasionally adjusted toward different angles for various punishments as she’s repeatedly subjected to an array of the abuses the booth allows.  Tormented intermittently for countless hours, now well into her second day, in her blackened out silent environment, her mind constantly drifts between panic and helplessness with plenty of pain and anxiety, the actual time in the booth virtually immeasurable to her.  Even with the countless drenching, the constant evolving back and forth from the steamy heat or icy cold of the adjustable spurts of water, her flesh feeling scorched or frozen time and again, that agony’s compounded with some old fashioned abuse.

       Between being water tortured, among other punishments, she’s been subjected to serrated clover clamps tugged by swaying weights, various needle piercings and then, the occasional flogging, with the most recent just a couple hours ago, an especially excruciating breast whipping with a supple hickory switch across her nearly frozen breasts.  And, of course a number of sexual penetrations of her ravaged orifices have been in order by several of the Elder’s guests, even with the mounted ‘O’ rings and obvious flow of blood induced by her menstrual cycle, which for now has slowed, along with her subsiding cramps and contractions.

       For the moment, recently completing several extended cycles of the water torture, her body thawed but still saturated, she’s been rotated horizontally.  Facing upwards, her stretched limbs remaining numb for quite some time, the ever shrinking mask has become her hell, the shriveling latex seeming to form a tight second skin suppressing any sense of sight or sound, with the circular end of the breathing tube keeping her jaws spread open, the plastic oval pressing across her swollen tongue.

       The insides of the booth remain wet, water dripping from its walls forming puddles across the floor as a spurt of urine trickles from between her legs.  Her bound hips spread wide; she’s well past the point of actually attempting to control the discharge of her bodily function as it mixes with the water gurgling down the drain underneath the apparatus as it does whenever her bowels have a movement.  Again, with the constant shocks to her naked body and the repeated flushing’s of her spread orifices, a number of times she doesn’t even realize its happening.

       Stepping into the booth and shutting the glass door, a thin willowy hickory switch in hand, simple but extremely effective with its bark stripped away, the Elder flicks it back and forth as he watches the final yellow drip from her gapping slit.  Flexing the branch, dipping its tip down into the water, he glides it across her ribcage, across her twitching bellybutton, up the hollowing slope of her stomach.  Leaving a faint trail through the beading moisture as he presses the tip downward into her quivering flesh, he lets it bend, scrape against her sternum before sliding it back and forth, up and down the sloping valley of her twin globes, letting the tip tickle each nipple in turn.  Glancing at her reflexively clinching fingers, curling toes, he smiles as he realizes she’s quickly learned the switch’s touch, even though this is only the second session with the same switch, but this time though, her breasts not frozen.

       Again letting the bending switch rest against her sternum, leaning over her thawed, wet breasts, silently counting the layers of narrow red stripes across the global mounds and puckered nipples, he looses count at about a dozen each.  The marks, though not profound are actually slender welts left across her bare flesh even though her breasts were frosted, nearly frozen at the time.  Now, its time to see what kind of markings will be left by the same switch across her wet, but thawed melons.

       Guiding the switch across her naked torso, he notices mists of steam still rising off her bare flesh.  Tickling her armpit first, he takes turns flicking the tip of her out thrust stiff nipples one at a time before momentarily tapping gently into the tiny cove of her quivering navel to give her a little something to think about in her isolated darkness.  Once again tapping her left nipple a little firmer, circling the aroused bud a couple slow trips around the shriveling areola with the very tip of the hickory, reaching down and tweaking the firm tanned flesh between his fingernail and thumbnail, twisting and tugging it upward, he releases the hardened nub, watches her breast quiver as she’s obviously anticipating what’s next.  Bending the switch into the palm of his left hand, he curls it back into a tight loop as he watches her stomach heave, her breasts trembling, jaunting outward off her expanding ribcage.

       Just a little tighter grip, bending it back a little further, he watches her breasts quivering, thinking to himself how terrified, frustrated her face must look beneath the mask with her blind anticipation.  Waiting a few seconds while listening to the muffled grunts coming from the front of the glistening mask as her head turns side to side, the latex expanding and contracting around the cheek areas, her bare nipple appears to actually pulse as it stands straight upright as he finally releases the tip of the curling hickory.

       “Smack!”  The switch curling forward, flicks downward striking the drenched flesh.  “Mmmuuummmppphhh!”  Animalistic mutters emit from the glistening black bondage hood as it jerks upwards, twists side to side, still stretched tightly across her head, face.  Her torso bucking, arches even further upward, hands becoming tight fists as her bare breasts flail across her heaving chest.  Glancing down at the switch, then at its target, he again smiles as her hips uncontrollably  jerk at the bindings, her thighs trembling, her engorged clitoris gleaming wet, a tinge of blood, not from her menstrual cycle, but from the red welt left by the flexing switch just applied across her vagina.

       The sharp unexpected lashing of her clitoris sends shockwaves through her womb, shivers up her spine.  Her pitch black confinement of the stifling hood, the inability to hear, now the sadistic manipulation of her senses by whipping her across her already throbbing vagina, stinging the very nub of her clitoris as she was somehow trying to prepare for the excruciating but expected pain across her manipulated breast, mentally crushing her psyche.  Physically, spasms ripple across her arched torso, her bare breasts, and her taut thighs.

       “Thwack!”  The switch bends across the outer edge of her left globe as he administers another unexpected blow.  “Thwack!”  Her right melon receives attention almost instantly, a similar lashing as he backhands the damp, curling switch horizontally up over the washboard outline of her heaving ribcage.  The metal frame beneath her rattling, her body bucks upwards, sideways.  Almost relentless, he continues flexing the switch, releasing it.  “Thwack!... Thwack!!!”  Her left, then right areolas feel the stinging tip of the damp hickory, both nipples creasing under the burrowing switch, crisscrossed with rising welts as he moves nimbly around the confines of the booth.  “Thwack!”

       “Mmmmuuummmppphhh!!!”  Another guttural grunt emerges from the glistening mask, again her head jerking upward, rearing back as flecks of moisture flick off her naked skin, across the booth, spraying against the glass partition as the group of onlooker’s crowd around the other side, eagerly watching the switching.  “Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!!!”  His fingers grip, release the bowing switch as he steps around the apparatus, applying welt after glistening welt across her naked flesh.  “Thwack!... Thwack!!!”

       Each searing stroke across her bare breasts dancing continuously above her chest resonates throughout her taut body, sounding like a resounding, thumping echo in the confinements of the contracting latex mask, her tortured mind unable to keep track, count.  Helpless, defenseless, absolutely no control, none, the stinging pain rips through her tortured breasts like hot pokers, electrical shocks.

       On the verge of hysterics, the reflective movements of her flailing breasts with each crisp snap of the hickory even adding to her agony, her vagina still pulsing from the single lashing of her searing clit, her ravaged mind’s almost to the point of her somehow crawling out of her tortured body and curling inside the darkness of the hood, to get away from the endless administering of the crippling pain.

       Lowering the switch, glancing across her trembling breasts rising and lowering with each heaving breath, he’s satisfied with the results.  The fresh red welts layered across the previous application also haven’t broken the skin, won’t permanently mar her perfect globes.  Turning toward the opening door, he hesitates, the switch already bent in his fingers.  Smiling as he leans over her trembling body, he releases the tip one last time.  “Thwack!”  Stepping toward the glass door he can barely hear her muffled scream.

       “Mmmuuummmppphhh!!!”  Again the pain rips through her naked body, deep into her bowels, her contracting womb as she lurches upwards confined in her restraints.  Again a spurt of urine trickles across the wet floor with a slight tinge of crimson as her raw clit vibrates, her vagina spasms from its second sadistic lashing of the hickory.

       Flipping the handle to yellow, he hears the spraying of the pulsing jets as the water spurts across her naked body.  Glancing through the glass partition into the booth, he lets her mind anticipate the natural sequence, knows her body soon will be contorting as she tries to mentally prepare for the next drastic change in water temperature.  This time though, the water will stay lukewarm for a while, actually in a series of massaging pulses to relieve the residual aches and pains of his just administered switching.

       Turning the light inside the booth to dim, leaving one of his bodyguard at the glass door, he turns toward the discipline area, walks past the vacant apparatuses with his small contingent, toward the exit to the hallway, elevator.  Soon the auction begins again on the top deck.  Time to get another fresh slut he thinks to himself… Hopefully another American… Maybe even to introduce into interacting with Amy… When she’s released from the booth later on, that is.

       Standing at the front of the booth, glancing in the cleared glass as the chamber’s now emptied except for a trio of maintenance personal having arrived to clean the area, prep the apparatuses and various instruments soon to be used for the next discipline session, he allows the water to spray across her for several more minutes.  Reaching up, turning the handle to ‘Off’… He opens the door.

       Stepping inside, he stands next to the booth’s apparatus, close to Amy’s naked body.  Having deep throated her a couple days before, he glances down toward the glistening ’O’ rings spreading the rims of her orifices.  Sliding his left hand across her inner thighs, feeling the reflective twitch of her wet, bare flesh, he grips the bottom ring, tugs it slowly outward from her dripping rectum.  Laying it across her stomach, her sunken navel, he grips, twists the matching ring from her soaked vagina, tugging the hard rubber out from between her spread thighs.  Laying it atop the first ring, he takes his time glancing over her spread slit.  Labia lips widely spread; the dark tunnel of her vagina seems to pulse as her puckered rectum’s not quite as tight from the constant stretching the past couple days

       Dropping the oval rings onto the floor against the edge of the wall, unlocking the handle on the side of the rack, he tilts the closest end downward to rotate her naked body upright, clicks the handle to lock.  Her body facing him, her breasts barely sag, still thrusting firmly outward, glistening, dripping droplets of fresh water from her crimson welted nipples as her arms and legs remain tautly stretched in their spread-eagled position.  Glancing her up and down, sliding his open hands across her outside curves and pinching along the way, between her spread thighs and pinching, gripping squeezing, melding her rounded globes before pinching her nipples, he slips his robe open.

       Having felt the rack being adjusted upright, with what’s left of any sanity, she realizes she’s not going through another water cycle, her naked flesh having at least a momentary reprieve from the torturous drenching.  Feeling hands roaming her body, the sharp annoying pinches, her breasts fondled, even harsher pinches, she lets her covered head slope forward, hang down between her spread breasts, mumbling, grunting from the unwarranted torment.  Her breasts released, the next sensation is of her vagina being manipulated with her vaginal lips spread apart, a warm, thick shaft forcing its way inside her.

       Accepting, yet bracing for another fucking, feeling this pulsing shaft being forced inward at a deliberately slow pace, the girth seems almost preposterous, more like a phallus yet obviously actually muscular as she also feels a bare chest pressing, flattening her breasts.  The shaft continuing inward stretches her vaginal muscles, the swelling head engulfing, pressing inward ever deeper, practically scraping against her womb before being held momentarily still, slid slowly outward.  Again stopping, remaining motionless, his shaft still at least half buried inside her, she feels the constant pulse of his thick cock, his thighs between her pressing forward, the shaft actually stiffening as he flexes it, swelling, stretching her vaginal walls that’s’ already tightly gripped around his manhood as the head of his shaft again presses against her womb.

       Slipping his spread hands across both sides of the latex mask, holding her head upright between his palms; he continues his slow but firm penetration of her widely spread, readily accessible vagina.  Each stroke and his shaft glides tightly inward just a tad deeper, each time retracted about half way out, her sore clitoris dragging along his pulsing shaft to reappear with each extraction after disappearing with each penetration.  His robe open, his bare muscular chest pressing against her aching globes, the constant grinding begins to massage her thickening nipples, the combined sensations somehow stimulating her most sensitive flesh.

       Firmly held by both the rack’s shackles and his bare hands, her arms and legs long numb, her multitudes of pain consuming the rest of her naked body subsides, replaced by the soothing, constant penetrations in and out, in and out, the girth of his shaft seeming to swell even thicker if possible, plow in even deeper if possible.  Her nipples becoming hyper sensitive, tingles not burn as they’re flattened and stretched against his bare chest.  The minutes, hours, even days of pain, torture are momentarily replaced by the sensations sweeping through her aroused, stimulated female organs, the cramps, contractions of her medical condition exercised for another month.

       Feeling her wet, naked flesh against his, pressing firmly back against her incredible body, his deep strokes flow in and out, his rhythm remaining constant as her vagina feels like a tight, moist glove stretching his foreskin back and forth on his pulsing shaft.  Hips swaying, quivering as he leans his chest across her firm but succulent ripe melons, he still tightly grips the latex hood, hearing her wheezing with the front of the mask fluctuating in and out as she breaths in rhythm to his strokes.

       Legs beginning to tremble, the familiar stirring down between his thighs, he realizes he’s about ready to release his load, the head of his shaft twitching, almost painful with each added thrust as her stretched thighs trembles against his.  Head lowered, still gripping the mask, he notices the shadows of the three custodians cast across the glass partition.  Glancing out toward them, their appreciative smiles, he feels the release deep down inside.  The gush of his orgasm spurting through his pulsing shaft from deep inside her bowels, the head of his shaft twitching, releases his hot cum.   His body tensing, his muscles ripple as he holds firm, every couple moments twitching, releasing another spurt between her out trust thighs, her bare breasts being forced forward, pressing against his Pecs.

       A couple grunts, a few deep breaths and he steps away, his cum mixed with her dampness.  Her thighs, legs glisten as her naked body noticeably twitches as if she’s still trying to hump. Stepping out the door, nodding toward the three men, he turns toward the control panel to check the sprayer switches, flicks the one coinciding with the table’s upright position.  Water spurts from several angles, obviously centered mainly across her breasts and vagina.  The water soaking her naked body, gushing across the floor into the drain, he watches with the others as her body appears to continue to be stimulated by the pulsing spurts.

       “Well?”  He glances toward the three.  “No sense wasting a horny bitch… Especially one as hot as her!”  Again taking a glimpse of her quivering body, shutting the spray down, he adds.  “No one’s due back for at least another hour or so… Who’s next?”

End Part 5