BDSM Library - SaM's Place

1SaM’s Place

Chapter Three - Dinner and a Show

By The Technician

BDSM, Bondage, Whips, M/F

As Evelyn seated herself at the table, the waitress moved to the opposite side of the table and sank down on one knee. Her hands were held out stiffly behind her as though someone were holding her wrists. Her head was deeply bowed as she spoke, “Number one-fifty-seven begs your mistress’s permission to serve her this evening. The menu is displayed on the small monitor on your table. You may order by touching the screen where it says order or by speaking to your worthless servant. The other small box on the table is a judgement box. If by some accident of total grace you decide that I have pleased you, please press the green button labeled ‘Acceptable.’ If my actions are not worthy of your notice or appraisal, please press the black button labeled ‘Ignore.’ If I displease you in any way and you feel that I should be punished, please press the red button labeled, ‘Not Acceptable.’ Any slave who receives a total of five Not Acceptable ratings in an evening will be publicly punished for the entertainment of the masters and mistresses present. You may address me by my number, 157, or by my slave name, Gloria, or just as ‘slave.’ Do you wish something to drink while you browse the menu?”

Evelyn smiled at the waitress’ groveling form and replied, “Yes dear, I will have a glass of white wine, slightly chilled. Make it something acceptable.”

The waitress responded, “Please remember to rate your lowly servant’s performance of her duties,” and scurried off into the darkness of the surrounding club. Evelyn noted that the mechanism which held her had somehow released cable to allow the waitress to kneel before her, but had again tightened to travel along above her after she stood and turned to leave. She wondered if this was all computer controlled or if there were some master control board where someone watched every move the servers made and controlled their electronic leashes from afar.

She watched the waitress’ ass cheeks twist and bounce as she walked toward the bar at the far side of the club, her stiletto high heels clicking against the floor with each step. As her naked form blurred in the distant dimness, Evelyn turned her attention to the small metal box with three buttons. Her fingers at first rested upon the green “Acceptable” button, but then moved quickly to the red “Not Acceptable.” She paused a minute and sighed slightly. The waitress, after all, had done nothing wrong, and even though Evelyn could easily imagine herself punishing this docile slave, she felt that it was wrong to cause her to be punished for no reason. Her fingers moved to the black “Ignore,” button. As she pushed it she whispered, “Oh, my dear Gloria, we will find reason for the red button before the night is over, won’t we.”

Evelyn then turned her attention to the menu. It took only a moment to scan the listed items. She was not particularly adventurous when it came to food. She knew she would be ordering steak. The only question was what kind. It would have been very easy to press the “Order This” button on the screen. The instructions said that further options would be listed when she made her selection. In any other setting, she would have been tempted to see how this electronic ordering system worked, but there was no thrill is telling a machine what to do. A machine had no feelings. A machine could not hear the haughty iciness of superiority that only a mistress could convey to a slave. Evelyn would wait to give her order verbally to #157.

Gloria - 157 returned moments later with tray holding a single glass of white wine. “Has mistress made a decision? Or do you desire that I leave your presence and return shortly?”

“I will have number eleven, rare, with the salad... Balsam vinegar dressing.” As the waitress bowed deeply to her, Evelyn picked up her wine and took a sip. “I said slightly chilled, not COLD, you cow. Take this back and bring me wine at the proper temperature.” As she spoke she dramatically punched the red “Not Acceptable” button.

The waitresses head flew upward, her eyes wide with fear. “I am sorry mistress. Your humble slave begs your forgiveness. Please allow me to try again to serve your properly.” She quickly grabbed the glass from the table and holding the glass in one hand and the tray in the other clicked her way swiftly back to the bar.

Evelyn smiled as she again watched 157's ass cheeks twitch as she walked. “I wonder how those cheeks would twitch under the strap or a cane,” she murmured to herself. Suddenly the image of the waitress tied down across a spanking bench came into her mind. She could see herself standing above the Gloria’s bound form, a flogger in her hand, listening to the screams of pain. “Oh, I am going to need that wine by the time she gets back,” she said softly.

157 returned moments later. Somehow the waitress managed not to click so loudly with her heels as she approached as when she left. Evelyn noted the difference in her walk. As she approached, she walked normally, or as normally as one could wearing 6" heels. But as she left, she had used a model’s walk. Each foot was placed directly in line in front of her. This catwalk way of walking accented the curvature of the leg as well as exaggerated the sway of the hips. “Did you think I would not notice that you did not walk properly as you approached me?”

Gloria’s eyes widened in fear. “I am sorry, mistress. I was hurrying with your wine.”

Evelyn’s hand hovered above the judgement box. As 157 set the wineglass on the table, she pressed the red “Not Acceptable” button. Her hand remained over the buttons as she picked up the wine and brought it too her lips. 157 watched in fear as Evelyn took a sip and then slowly moved her finger from the red to the green button. As she pressed the black “Ignore” button she said coldly, “At least you got the temperature of the wine right, my dear. See that you get my food order correct and I just might rate you as acceptable.”

157 bowed slightly, turned and clicked her way into the darkness. Evelyn smiled a very cold smile as she again watching the twitching buttocks and listened to the click of heels on the hard floor. She then turned her attention to the floor show at the other end of the club. Except for the fact that the piano player was chained to his piano and was sitting on a very strange looking piano stool, and the fact that the singer was naked except for nipple weights and a crotch chain, it was a rather ordinary lounge act. The singing wasn’t exceptionally good, but it wasn’t exceptionally bad. Evelyn looked a little more carefully at the piano player and noted that what appeared to be a strange looking piano stool was, in fact, a metal disk not much bigger than a dinner plate. A glint of metal as the piano player turned slightly brought another cold smile to Evelyn’s face as she realized that there was metal projection, perhaps a dildo, impaling the piano player’s ass. She couldn’t help but thinking to herself, “I wonder if the stool goes with him when he takes a break? Or maybe, since he is chained to the piano, he is forced to remain there all night without a break.”

Almost as if the club had read her mind, the stage on which the piano and singer were located began to rotate. As it revolved, the piano player and singer were replaced by five naked young women and a very highly muscled young man who was wearing a pair of very tight, black leather shorts. “For your entertainment,” an unknown voice intoned over the speakers, “we present the whipping skills of Master Andrew and his stable.”

With that the house lights dimmed except for a spotlight on Master Andrew. The young man cracked his whip into the air and yelled, “To your positions.” The five naked young women ran into the spotlight. Each was holding two burning candles. They stood in a circle around Master Andrew and held their arms outstretched with the candles in the air at shoulder level. The whip cracked and a candle went out. Then, as Andrew spun and lashed out with his whip, - crack, crack, crack, crack - the candles were snapped out one by one... except one. The slave with the strawberry blond hair had flinched as the whip cracked and lowered the candle slightly.

The smattering of applause died away as Master Andrew gestured to the other slaves to move aside. His stare was icy and his voice was even colder as he addressed the quivering young girl, “You have disgraced me in public by your actions. Stand still and receive your punishment.” The girl whimpered but remained standing with her arms held out wide, the candles still in her hands.

“But first let me complete my task,” - crack - and the final candle extinguished. “You don’t need those anymore, “ crack, crack and the candles flew from the girls hands. “Turn and form the whipping cross.”

“No, please,” the young slave begged, but the response from Master Andrew was a slash of the whip that obviously curled around the girl and struck her on the ass cheek.

“Now,” he said, but again she begged, “No, please, not in public, not here!”

“I said now!” and the whip snapped again around her. She bent slightly in pain and then slowly turned her back to him, spreading her legs and holding her arms outstretched and spread as though she were tied between two posts.

“For ruining my performance!” - crack, crack, the whip found its mark on the slaves ass cheeks causing her to jump slightly with each impact.

“For talking back to me!” - crack, crack and the girl yelped as the whip curled around her body and struck her breasts. This second yelp was much louder than the first as the tip of the lash evidently found its target and snapped directly upon her nipple.

“And finally for disobeying my order to assume the punishment position!” The whip cracked a final time. “Iiieeee,” the girl screamed in pain and fell to the floor, her hands covering her cunt.

“Stand, or the punishment will be repeated.” The girl slowly got back to her feet. There was a smear of blood on her hands. The whip had snapped between her legs and cut into her in her most tender area.

“Let us see if you can keep from flinching this time. If you do, you might lose more than a little blood. Prepare her!.”

Master Andrew’s other slaves came scurrying back into the spotlight. Two held the first girl’s hands out in a cross shape and began clipping wooden clothes pins onto the tips of her fingers. When they had placed four on each hand, a third slave clipped two on her nose, one between the eyes and one on the tip of the nose. Then pulling her tongue out of her mouth she placed two cloths pins on it. A fourth slave stepped forward. Whatever it was in her hands was silvery and glinted in the light. The girl grunted as the nipple clamps were set in place. The clamps had a protrusion which stuck out about two inches. From the tip of the protrusion hung a tiny silver bell. A final slave then stepped forward. She held something aloft for the audience to see. It looked like the nipple clamps but was much wider. It almost looked like one of those clips which is used to seal a bag of chips to keep it fresh. Reaching down between the girl’s legs, the slave set the clip in place. The girls moaned loudly. She tried to say something, but the clothes pins on her tongue prevented speech.

“Display yourself,” barked Master Andrew. The girl slowly turned around so everyone could see her clearly. It became apparent that the final clip was clamped firmly on her labia.

“Now stand perfectly still.” There was a drum roll and the whip cracked four times. The clothes pins flew from her left hand. Four more cracks and the pins were gone from her right hand. Master Andrew moved slowly around the edge of the stage area. He drew back his whip and with a loud snap the pin between her eyes was gone. Another snap and the pin on the end of her nose flew into the darkness. Then with a single snap the two clothes pins on her tongue were also gone.

“It’s time for a little music,” laughed Master Andrew. His whip lashed out, but it did not have the normal loud crack. Instead, it was a much softer pop, and above the sound of the whip, you could hear the clear chime of a small bell. The whip flashed again and again as the bells on the nipple clamps and the labia clamp chimed their tune.

The audience applauded loudly. Master Andrew bowed deeply and then stood upright and suddenly made three quick snaps with his whip. This time the bells could not be heard over the crack of the whip, and the clamps flew into the darkness. What could be heard, however, was the girls screams as the clamps were torn loose from her nipples and her labia.

Master Andrew bowed once more, the spotlight went dark, and the house lights came up to their normal level of muted dimness. As the Evelyn’s eyes were once again able to see her surroundings, she noticed that 157 was standing beside her. The thought crossed Evelyn’s mind that it must have been difficult to move about in the darkness during Master Andrew’s performance, but then she remembered the track system. It didn’t make any difference whether or not 157 could see anything. She would have been guided or at least dragged along the proper path by her hair as the motorized leash moved from place to place.

Evelyn tasted her salad and dropped her fork onto the table. “This is not Balsam vinegar dressing. This is ordinary oil and vinegar. Did you think that I would not know the difference? Take it back.”

Evelyn’s finger poised above the “Not Acceptable” button. Gloria, 157, spoke, “Please Mistress, do not rank me unacceptable. I have already received three tonight. If I receive five, I will be punished.”

“Is that so?” replied Evelyn. In that case, I will do this. I will rate you as “Not Acceptable” for bringing me the wrong salad. 157 hung her head. “And, I will rate you as “Not Acceptable” for not properly receiving and accepting the judgement of your superiors.”

With that, Evelyn pressed the “Not Acceptable” button a second time. 157 began to cry, “No, no, no, no,” but her cries were quickly drowned out by the sudden blaring of trumpets and flashing of red, blue and yellow rotating beacons.

“Masters and Mistresses,” came the voice from the speakers. “We have a public punishment which needs to be meted out. There will be a slight delay in your service. Please pardon this interruption. We hope the inconvenience of this delay will be offset by the spectacle of SaM’s Place’s unique progressive paddle punishment.”

End of Chapter Three

1SaM’s Place

Chapter Four - A Punishment and a Demotion

By The Technician

BDSM - Spanking - Electroshock MMMFFF/MMMFFF

Two of the serving slaves were brought forward by the simple process of the rail system dragging them forward by their hair. One, a male, was positioned in front of a pillory like device. The other, a woman, was positioned a few feet behind him. The pillory had the typical half circle for the hands and head, but there was no upper piece that clamped the arms and head in place. Instead there were two metal rods, somewhat like bicycle handles that were positioned so that the slave could grasp them with his hands. He did so and a green light came on within the column of the pillory.

A large clock face descended from the darkness of the ceiling area as the voice from the speaker explained. “The punisher will have 30 seconds to deliver five swats. They must not be less that 7 or more than 10 on SaM’s Place Scale of Punishment. Swats cannot be delivered less than 4 seconds apart nor more than 6 seconds. Failure to deliver the punishment within the prescribed range means that the punisher goes to the end of the line, something none of these slaves wants to do.”

Evelyn wondered exactly what SaM’s Place Scale of Punishment was, but then a second disk descended from the ceiling. It resembled the tacheometer in Evelyn’s car, except it went from zero to two hundred. The female slave picked up a paddle that looked like many other spanking paddles except that it had a small cord leading out of the tip of the handle. She swung the paddle and it connected with the male slave’s ass with a resounding smack. The punishment meter read twelve and the announcer exclaimed, “Oh, that is outside the specified range. Slave 142 can have only two of the five outside the range or she goes to the end of the line.”

It was not apparent whether the slave could hear the announcer or not, but she delivered four more swats with the paddle with a measured pace. The meter read 9 for each of them. “A nice recovery,” came the voice from the speakers. “All within range and all within time. Our increment for tonight is 2, so the range is now 9 to 12.” As the voice spoke, the male slave left the pillory and the female slave who had been the punisher took his place. Once she had grasped the metal rods, the green light came on and another slave, a black female was guided into place as the punisher.

Smack.... smack.... smack.... smack.... smack.... “Now that is proper paddling,” the announcer said as the punisher delivered five carefully timed blows to the female slaves ass. “Number 287 really knows how to use that paddle.”

Evelyn watched closely as the black slave took her place to receive punishment. She looked so familiar to her. Almost like someone she knew from her college days.

The cycle continued with slave after slave, each taking their place as punisher and then on the pillory as the required punishment number climbed higher and higher. Almost all of the slaves had cycled through and punishment range had reached 93 through 96 when on the third blow of the paddle, the slave at the pillory let go of the rods and jerked into a standing position. The green light on the pillory post turned red and a siren sounded. “We have a position fault. Those of you in the position fault pool please hold your cards. This is slave 381 on strike three at an punishment level of 95. If anyone has that combination in the pool, please push your server call button at this time.”

There was silence for a few minutes and then the voice from the speakers continued. “It appears no one had the winning combination, but we are all still winners as we watch the special punishment for any slave audacious enough to move from the punishment position. If slave 203 will temporarily step out of the way, a couple of masters will handle this punishment.”

With that the rail mechanism moved the slave with the paddle a few feet backwards. A hooded man and woman, both dressed in tight fitting leather shorts stepped into the spotlight. She took the paddle while he moved over to the pillory. The slave bent over the pillory was whimpering and loudly begging, “No, no, it was an accident. I will never do it again. Please, don’t do this to me!”

The master held the slaves arm down on the pillory and there was a loud click. A manacle of some sort had slid out of the pillory and firmly held the slave’s arms in place. This was repeated with the other arm and the neck so that the slave was held firmly in place. Then the master took two lengths of leather and wrapped them around the slave’s hands so that they were bound to the metal rods.

“All is in place,” he announced as he stepped away from the pillory. “Roll the dice.”

A small cage descended from the ceiling. It contained a pair of dice. The cage turned over once and the dice rolled into a three and a two.

The announcer from the speakers again spoke. “We have a electro-punishment number of five. That is survivable, but it is going to hurt.”

The female master swung the paddle. Her stroke was firm and solid, but unlike most paddle strikes, she paused the paddle against the slave’s ass when she delivered the blow. He screamed as the paddle hit, but then continued to scream and shake as a measured amount of electricity flowed through the paddle into his body.

“One,” the female master said just loud enough for the crowd to hear. She repeated her actions nine more times. After she said “Ten,” she walked over to where the punisher was standing and handed the paddle back to the punishment slave. “I believe you have two more swats to deliver. The range is 93 through 96.

The blows were delivered quickly and the punisher slave took her position on the pillory. Three more slaves repeated the process until Gloria, #157, Evelyn’s waitress came into the position of punisher. She delivered her five blows without problem and took her position on the pillory. With a loud click, the manacles locked into place.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, your servers will be returning to you shortly. As soon as each one of them has had the opportunity to express their anger at this worthless slave who caused all this by her unacceptable behavior, they will be directed back to your tables for your every whim. This is open range paddling with any degree of strike allowed. The electro-punishment is set on random. It may or may not engage on any given swing. Slaves, you have five swings each. Make good use of them.”

With that, the slaves were lined up behind the punisher who was now holding the paddle. They were in the same order as when they, themselves, had occupied the pillory. The first began to strike out with the paddle. On the fourth swing, #157 screamed loudly and thrashed against the restraints. Evidently the random electro-punishment had kicked in for that swing.

Evelyn sipped her drink and savored #157's screams of pain. Yes, indeed, SaM’s Place was her kind of place. Then the soft background music began and Gloria was suddenly returned to the table. She was obviously shaken by the punishment and trembled slightly as she stood before Evelyn. “What may your humble slave do for my exalted Mistress?” she asked.

“You can complete my order for dinner, you stupid cow,” replied Evelyn.

Gloria’s face went blank with an expression that was somewhere between pain and surprise. “Please forgive your useless slave, my Mistress, but would you please repeat your order for me so that I may properly get it from the kitchen.”

Evelyn curled her lip in a sneer, “Do you mean that you have forgotten it? Do you expect me to believe that these little slaps on your worthless fat ass have caused you to forget the wishes of a Mistress?” With that Evelyn poised her hand above the rating box ready to once again punch the “Not Acceptable” button.

#157 suddenly knelt on the floor with her head bowed. “Please, please, please, Mistress. Do not rate me unacceptable. If you do so I will be punished severely. I don’t know if I could stand it. I will do anything for you if you just give me one more chance with your order.”

Evelyn laughed softly and said, “Slave, there is nothing that you could possibly do for me,” and she pushed the button.

#157 was quickly pulled to her feet. She began whimpering, “No, no, no, no, no” as and struggling to pull back as the track mechanism slowly moved her back to the front of the room.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the announcer’s voice began, “we have a demotion punishment this evening. A server slave has performed so badly that it will be punished for the rest of the evening and then demoted to a kitchen slave until it can demonstrate that it can properly perform it’s duties for it Masters and Mistresses.”

As #157 reached the front of the room, she was met by the hooded Master and Mistress and again locked into the stock, only this time there was no paddling. Once Gloria’s hands and feet were secured to the metal braces, she was blindfolded and what little clothing she was wearing was cut from her. Her hair was released from the track mechanism and it rolled away into the darkness. Then a long pole was fitted in place between her legs. It was adjustable and was lengthened to penetrate her cunt about 6 inches. A metal butt plug was also inserted in her ass. Wires led from the plug to a connection at the base of the stocks. Nipple clamps came next. They, too, had wires leading to the base of the stock and also had small bells which dangled from them. The final item strapped in place was a penis gag, also metal, also with wires leading from it to the base of the stocks.

As the hooded Master and Mistress stepped away from the bound slave, #157 began to twitch and thrash as severe electric shocks began to flow through her bound body. As her breasts bounced with the shocks, the sound of the bells hanging from them could be heard throughout the club. The announcer’s voice returned, “Let all server slaves hear these bells and know that proper service is rewarded, but failure to perform is punished severely.”

Evelyn breathed deeply, nearly at the point of orgasm as she watched the slave’s electrical torture. Suddenly a familiar voice spoke softly, “Enjoying yourself, Evelyn?” Sam was beside her at the table. “It’s time for your interview to see if you can be a permanent part of SaM’s Place.

Evelyn tried to form a question, but all conversation was cut off as the area on which the table was located rotated and the table slid silently into the wall. As the table rotated, Evelyn thought she could see herself in the mirrored wall looking calm and serene, exactly the way a master or mistress should look in any situation, but then she realized that it was not a mirror, it was a second, identical table with someone dressed identically to her rotating into the place where she had been.

When the table stopped, Evelyn found that she was in a hallway behind where she had been sitting. The secrecy of SaM’s place was impressive. She was ready to go to her interview, but for all that anyone knew, she was still sitting in the club watching #157 kick and twitch as she received her punishment.

END OF CHAPTER FOUR.

1SaM’s Place

Chapter Five - The Interview Begins

By The Technician

BDSM, Humiliation. F/F

Sam stepped off the raised portion which had rotated through the wall and spoke with the ring of authority in his voice, “You realize, Evelyn, that these interviews are the only way to become a part of SaM’s Place. Money or position means nothing. The only thing that matters is what you are. The interview will determine if you are a true Master or Mistress. Maybe you are just a vanilla nobody traipsing through a humdrum existence. Perhaps you are in reality just a submissive slave waiting for the right Master or Mistress to claim you. By the end of this evening, we will know for sure.”

He took Evelyn’s hand as she rose from the table, “Are you ready to find out what you truly are?”

They walked a short distance down the hallway and into a brightly lit room. In some ways it resembled a court room. Twelve people sat in what would be a jury position. Each wore black robes and a mask which completely covered their faces. The men’s mask were golden in color with curled, golden hair surrounding the face. The women’s mask were silver with a crown and flowing straight hair on the sides. There may or may not have been spectators in the public chairs. Evelyn could not tell because that area was clothed in darkness.

Sam took a seat in the judge’s chair and motioned for Evelyn to enter the witness box. The witnesses chair was a luxurious padded chair with a small table next to it on which sat a small glass of water, a few candies, and a small box of tissues.

“You may sit down,” he said, and then he continued, “The rules of our little gathering are relatively simple. There are twelve jurors. Ten of them will ask you to tell us an episode from your life which shows your power as a Master. At the end of the ten stories, if the jury is sufficiently impressed, you will become a permanent part of SaM’s Place. If not..., well, we will deal with that if it occurs. This is your last chance to back out. Are you willing to proceed?”

Evelyn looked around the room and answered as haughtily as she could, “Of course.”

Sam struck his gavel against the desk, “Then we are ready to begin. We start with juror number one.”

One of the robed jury women rose and began to speak. Her voice was obviously electronically disguised and sounded strange as she spoke. “We will begin with something recent but insignificant. Please tell us something relatively minor which you have done in the past month which demonstrates your standing as a Mistress.”

Evelyn thought for a moment and then smiled. “Just last week,” she began, “I asserted myself in the humiliation of one of my office employees. I manage a rather large office in a business I inherited from my father. One of the secretaries is a rather timid Chinese girl by the name of Chang, or at least that is what is sounds like to me. Chang is always so aloof in that oriental way. So, I decided to take her down a peg or two.”

Without anyone in the office knowing it, I had a keyboard supervisor program installed. Anything that anyone typed went into a log that I could read later. Since we allow personal emails during lunch and break times, this gave me some very interesting information about my employees, including their signon names and passwords for all their accounts. In Chang’s case I also knew that her fiancee and his family were coming to pick her up from work on Friday night. I had noticed that whenever he was planning to pick her up she would wear one of those fancy silk dresses that those kind of people like to wear, so I knew that she would be wearing something like that on Friday. It would be prefect for my plan.

I began by giving my personal secretary and receptionist a special day off and told her not to tell anyone about it. Then on Friday, when she was not there, I called Chang to my office and told her that my receptionist had called in sick and she would have to substitute. Chang was very qualified for the position, and could have handled it easily, but as soon as she sat down at the desk and tried to log onto the computer, it crashed. I rebooted it for her and she began working, but it again soon crashed. This repeated itself several times. I told her that my regular secretary had no problems with it. She said she had no idea what was happening.

I knew what was happening because I was triggering it. I had a program on my computer that could mimic a crash on any other computer on the network. Chang had no way of knowing that or that it was all part of my plan to humiliate her. I explained to her that the ultra-high speed units on the second floor were very sensitive to static electricity. I asked her if she was wearing any combination of nylon and silk. Of course I knew she was. Her dress was silk. Her slip and pantyhose were nylon.

She answered, “My dress is pure silk. I guess my underwear is nylon. I didn’t think that would make a difference.”

I replied as haughtily as I could, “The problem is that you didn’t think at all. The procedure manuals specify that silk and nylon are not to be worn together. I should just send you back downstairs, but I need those memos out today. You don’t have time to go home and change, so just run into the restroom and remove your nylon under things.”

I loved the way her face darkened. I knew she was very uptight about her body and the thought of being naked beneath a clinging silk dress was almost unbearable to her. “I couldn’t do that,” she stammered. I answered, “Do you want to keep your job or not? It’s either the lady’s room or the stairs. You can put your underwear back on after you have completed the work you need to do.” She just bit her lip and tears began to form in her eyes as she walked towards the lady’s room. When she came back, she placed a small folded bundle of cloth in the desk drawer. It was obvious that there was nothing under the dress but her. She actually had a relatively nice body. Her perky tits were poking against the silk. In her embarrassment her nipples had become stiff, or maybe it was the result of rubbing against the silk as she walked. Part one of my plan was in place.

I had several complex memos and letters for her to finish and suggested that since they needed to be out today I would buy her lunch and she could eat at her desk. I knew what she would order and from where. She was not quite a vegetarian, but always chose a health salad from the deli instead of fast food. For someone else I would have had to come up with a plan to disguise the taste of the drug, but not with Chang. I knew that she would not taste the drug in the salad which she ordered. The drug has a nut-like taste which probably would have been noticed in a hamburger or sandwich, but not in a salad filled with nuts. It is also very easy to sprinkle the drug on the top of the salad like salt. This was almost too easy. The drug was a mild sedative which has a relaxing effect on a person, much like getting drunk. It also makes a person feel warm – very, very warm.

After five or ten minutes, it was obvious that Chang was feeling the full effects of the drug. She kept pausing as she typed and fanning herself with some papers from the desk. I walked over to her and asked, “Aren’t you a little young to be getting hot flashes?”

She turned almost crimson as she looked at me. “I really don’t know what is going on,” she answered.

“It is probably your silk dress,” I replied. “You know that silk holds in body heat. Maybe if you lift it up to let your legs breath you will cool off” She looked very hesitant, but then I added, “There is a full panel on the front of your desk, no one will be able to see anything.”

She fanned herself again and reached down to slide the dress up her legs. “You will wrinkle it if you sit on it bunched up like that,” I added. “You had better slide it all the way past your bottom.”

Chang’s eyes showed her fear, but just like alcohol, the drug also affected her judgement. It was as if she had been slamming back jello shots of vodka all afternoon. She looked around the office area to check that no one could see her and slid the dress to just beneath her waist. Part two of the plan was now in place.

She was sitting with her dress pulled up to her waist and her legs spread so that they would cool off. As far as she could tell, all of this was carefully hidden by the large desk at which she sat, but she didn’t know the full properties of the video panel on the front of the desk.

My office is on the second floor with a staircase coming up just in front of the receptionists desk. As the stairway turns to the final section of stairs, there is a large mirror on the wall. The first thing which anyone coming up the steps sees both in the mirror or as they come up the final portion of the steps is an animated logo of the company on the front of my secretary’s desk. Exactly what is displayed on the video panel is controlled from my computer

What most people do not know is that the video screen is not a normal computer display. It is actually a piece of glass that can be adjusted from totally clear to totally black pixel by pixel just like a computer monitor. The animated logo is a mixture of black and dark grey and when you shut it off, it becomes black, so no one in the office has ever seen the glass totally transparent. It soon would be.

Chang could not see the logo panel from her desk because it was below her, but with the panel set to transparent, anyone coming up the steps could see directly under her desk. With her skirt hiked up and her legs spread, anyone coming up the stairs would get a real eye full of oriental pussy, but I wasn’t interested in just anybody. I wanted Chang completely humiliated, not just embarrassed in front of her co-workers.

I had Chang’s email passwords and addresses and had emailed her fiancé in Chang’s name shortly after work began and told him that I (she) would be getting off work early and that at 3:00 he and his family should just come up to the second floor and pick me (her) up.

They did. It was marvelous.

I was waiting and watching the monitor on my desk and saw Chang’s fiancé and his parents enter. I activated the special display program that turned the panel totally clear. As soon as they started up the stairs I could hear his parents speaking loudly in Chinese and he trying to speak to Chang. I think she was slurring some of her words, though it was hard to tell since she wasn’t speaking English. Finally I heard his parents shout one English word - “slut,” and they stomped down the steps. Chang’s fiancé came up to her desk and shouted at her in Chinese. He left immediately afterwards. Chang just sat at her desk and cried. Then I moved in for the coup de grace, “We can’t have this kind of scene in the office Chang,” I said firmly. And then added, “You can pick up your paycheck at the main reception desk on your way out.”

Chang stood at her desk and looked at me crying. Her dress was still bunched up around her waist so she was naked from the waist down, but she was too upset and too affected by the drug to realize it. “You did this to me,” she blubbered. “Why?”

I looked her in the eyes and calmly answered, “Because I can... and you can’t prove that I did anything, so don’t try or it will only be worse for you.”

Sobbing... humiliated... defeated..., Chang straightened her dress and walked slowly down the stairs. She left her slip, panties and bra in the desk drawer. I thought of humiliating her further by calling out to her to come back for her undies, but then I realized that as soon as she got outside into the sunlight, it was going to be as if she was walking down the street naked. Besides, they would make a wonderful trophy to remind me in years to come of this afternoon’s events. I took them home and put them in a special chest where I keep all my trophies.

Evelyn sighed slightly as she finished her story and then looked at the jury woman who was still standing facing her and said brightly, “Sometimes it is remembering the little things which can bring you pleasure for such a long time.”

The jury woman spoke in her distorted voice. “Thank you Evelyn. That story tells us a great deal about you.”

END OF CHAPTER FIVE.

1SaM’s Place

Chapter Six - In The Beginning

By The Technician

BDSM, Spanking, Humiliation, ff/m

The jurywoman sat down and one of the jurymen stood. His voice was also electronically distorted, but you could tell that it was a man’s voice. “Tell us, Evelyn, of the earliest experience you can remember of showing domination over another person.”

Evelyn thought for a moment and then began, “That would probably be when I got Tommy Barington spanked. Tommy was the chauffeur’s son. I think I was only 7 or 8 at the time. We lived in a really nice house in a rather secluded area. There was a pool that was part of the back patio. One of the doors off the patio went into a changing room with showers. I had one of my girlfriends over for an overnight and we were going to swim in the afternoon. I made sure that Tommy could hear me when I told her in a rather loud stage whisper that if anyone was around she really should change in the shower stall with the curtain drawn because there was a window high on the wall that opened into the second floor balcony. Anyone who was in the right place on the balcony could see everything in the changing room. What I didn’t tell her is that I had intentionally broken that window and then told mom to have the repairman replace it with clear glass so that more light could get in. I told mom that it would make no difference because it was a such small window and no one could see anything unless they were practically lying on the ground on the second floor stone patio.

When Traci and I went into the changing room, she started to go into a shower stall, but I said to her, “There’s nobody around you don’t need to do that.” However, I knew that no nine-year old boy could resist the opportunity to see a girl naked and that Tommy would sneak up to the second floor balcony and try to see us through the window. He did. I could hear him as he walked across the stone floor of the patio. I waited until I was totally naked and then looked up at the window and screamed as loud as I could.

Traci and I wrapped towels around ourselves and ran outside in time to catch Tommy running down the outside steps that lead form the second floor patio to the pool area. He turned beet red when I called him a pervert and tried to stammer out some sort of excuse. “You stay right there,” I yelled at him. Traci and I are going to get our swimsuits on and we will be right back.

Traci said she really didn’t want to swim anymore, but I told her that what we were going to do would be much more fun that swimming. We came back a few moments later with our suits on. Tommy was standing next to the pool, shaking slightly. I said, “Tommy, if I tell my parents about this your father will get fired and you and your family will be out on the street. Do you want that?”

“No,” he stammered.

“Then I think we need to make things even. You saw Traci and I with no clothes on, I think that we should be able to see you. What do you think, Traci?”

Traci mumbled, “Uh, yeah. I guess that would be OK.”

“Well what do you choose, Tommy? Do you get naked or do you come with me as I call my parents and tell them what a pervert you are?”

Tommy looked around trying to decide what to do. “You’ve got ten seconds,” said sternly, and Tommy began to take off his clothes. When he was finally naked I said, “Come over her! Let Traci see what you have between your legs!”

He walked over to Traci and stood there trembling. “Bend over so we can see your asshole,” I ordered, and he did. I picked up a bottle of sun tan lotion from the pool side table and squirted it at his puckered hole. He squealed and suddenly stood upright. “One final thing,” I said with as much of an evil laugh as I could create at that age, “come and get your clothing.” With that I jumped into the pool taking Tommy’s clothing with me.

“Come on Traci, it’s time for a swim.” She jumped into the pool with me. I wondered if I had timed it right, but just as Tommy dove into the pool, his father came walking around the back from the garage where he had been cleaning the cars. He always went back to his apartment area at exactly the same time each morning and afternoon for a “break.” I think the break included a stiff drink, but he was never drunk on the job.

“Tommy!” his father yelled, and I responded loudly, “I told you that you should have gone and gotten your swimsuit before jumping in the pool with us!”

“Is that what happened?” Tommy’s father asked me, and I answered, “Of course.”

“Is that true?” he asked Traci. She looked over at me and quickly realized how much trouble she would be in if she didn’t back me up. “Yes,” she answered meekly.

“Tommy, come here!” said Mr. Barington as he sat down on one of the pool side chairs.

Tommy got out of the water and walked slowly over to his father. “You are going to be punished and I think that these girls deserve to see your punishment. You embarrassed them by your foolishness, they will see your embarrassment in your punishment.”

With that he pulled Tommy over his lap and began spanking. He had large, mechanic’s hands and the sound of each strike on Tommy’s wet ass cheeks resounded through the pool and patio area. Soon Tommy was screaming and screeching that he didn’t do anything, but that only caused his father to spank all the harder. Finally the spanking ended and Mr. Barington said, “Now apologize to these two girls for your actions.”

Tommy came and stood in front of me. “I’m sorry Evelyn. I’m sorry Traci.”

His dad spoke again. “Now go upstairs to our quarters and stand in the corner of the living room. When I get up there later I will decide if you need additional punishment.”

I watched Tommy walk slowly up the stairs, his butt a very bright red. He turned and looked at me. His eyes were asking why I had done this to him. I just replied with the sweet smile of one who knows that they are in charge – a natural Mistress even though I didn’t yet know what that was.

As soon as my dad came home from work, I went crying to him and told him all about Tommy spying on us and about him jumping into the pool with us naked. Naturally, I left out what I had done. Traci had to back me up or admit what had really happened.

Dad fired Mr. Barrington that evening. I never saw Tommy or his family again.

END OF CHAPTER SIX

1SaM’s Place

Chapter Seven - Wardrobe Malfunction

By The Technician

BDSM, Humiliation, Nettles, F/F

The juryman sat without making any comment. Another jurywoman stood. “For your third story, Evelyn, tell us of an experience in your teenage years where you inflicted pain and humiliation on someone who had attempted to humiliate you.

Evelyn gave a short laugh and began, “That would be Joyce Murphy.”

Joyce Murphy was supposedly a friend of mine, but she was always jealous of my beauty and my wardrobe. A lot of the other girls were. Our school had a very important fall dance that was the showplace for beauty and fashion. It wasn’t a date kind of dance, but more like an old-fashioned “coming out cotilion” where all the girls made a grand entrance. If you were going with anyone, you had to meet them there.

Joyce came up with a plan to humiliate me in front of my friends and the whole school. She found out from the dress shop which dress I had purchased and secretly ordered an identical dress which she gave to one of the white trash girls in our school. She told her she was “giving back” and always gave a dress to one girl each year. Unfortunately for her plans, one of our cleaning ladies was this girl’s aunt and not only mentioned it to me, but showed me a picture of her niece in her fall dress.

It would have been totally humiliating if I had shown up at the dance in the same dress that a white trash slut was wearing, so the first thing I did was buy a new dress. Actually, the first thing that I did was to have a long conversation with the owner of the dress shop. I told her that I would use all the my daddy’s power to ruin her if she didn’t take my dress back and replace it with one that no one else had ever seen. I also told her that she had to help me turn the tables on Joyce. She didn’t want to, but after a little more persuasion and a little bit of cash, she agreed.

What she did was to alter the seams on Joyce’s dress so that it was effectively like a stripper’s tear away. All it would take would be to start a tear at the left shoulder and the whole dress would come apart. That was part one of my plan.

Part two was to have a special robe made that looked just like the robes used by the basketball team. The important difference was that the cloth was impregnated with a special slow acting drug and dusted with powdered nettles. The drug would kick in when there was an adrenalin dump, like from fear or pain. The nettle dust was everywhere on the inside of the robe except near the edges where someone else might handle it.

Part three was to enlist my “Friends of Evelyn.” There are always some girls who want to hang around you if you are rich or if you are beautiful or if you are popular. Since I was all three, I had quite a few groupies to choose from for my plan.

I arrived early at the dance. Usually I come “fashionably late,” but I had to be there before Joyce arrived and set everything up. When Joyce finally arrived, I loved the look of shock in her eyes when she saw that I was not wearing the dress she expected me to wear. She stayed away from me, which is what I expected. In fact, I used that to slowly maneuver her into a dark area at the edge of the stage. I would move toward her and she would move back. I felt like a sheep dog herding sheep... to slaughter. While she was carefully watching me, one of my groupie girls walked along side her and slipped on the floor and started to fall. Of course, she clutched at Joyce and somehow pulled very hard on the left sleeve of Joyce’s dress.

That was the tear point. As soon as the sleeve ripped, everything began to fall apart. Within moment’s Joyce was standing there in just her high heels and thong panties. Another of my groupie girls ran to the locker room and “grabbed a robe” so Joyce could cover herself.

I ran over to Joyce to express my horror at what had occurred and ask if there was anything I could do. Then I said, “Let’s get into the hallway before someone sees you. We can call your parents.” She probably didn’t want to be anywhere near me, but the shock of suddenly standing naked in front of the whole school had overwhelmed her.

We had just about reached the door when the effects of the nettle dust kicked in. Joyce began to squirm in pain and pull at the robe. As we reached the darkened hallway, Joyce opened the robe, dropped it to the ground, and began to dance and whimper from the effects of the nettles.

“You think that hurts, bitch,” I said to her. You haven’t felt anything yet. “Girls!”

With that the hallway lights came on and my whole crew of groupie girls came swarming out of the doorways. They had cloth whips in their gloved hands - gloved because the cloth was the same drug impregnated cloth with nettle dusted that the robe was made out of. The girls began to swing their whips. The cloth was almost silent, but each strike brought howls of pain. The pain caused the drugs to kick in and Joyce began to sway on her feet. The girls continued until she was down on the floor curled up in a ball.

A voice from one of the doorways said, “Got it.” It was all on video. After making sure that the recorder was off, I walked up to Joyce and put a bottle to her lips. “Here, drink this, it will make you feel better,” I said as I poured the mixture of whiskey and grain alcohol into her mouth. Within minutes she was totally passed out. She wouldn’t remember anything when she came to. We shut off the lights and I waited for an hour before I called her parents to tell them that Joyce had evidently been drinking and gotten into some bad drugs.

They picked her up and hustled her out to their car, thanking me profusely. They said they didn’t want any police involvement and would have their private doctor look at her. The doctor would assume exactly what I had told her parents. In the morning she would hurt like hell and not know why. She would only remember what happened before she put on the robe. She would also remember that I wasn’t wearing the dress she thought she would humiliate me with.

I thought I would help her understand so I had the video edited so that no one’s face showed except Joyce’s and sent it to her with a nice unsigned card which read, “I know, you know, and if you say anything to anyone, everyone will know.” I still have that video. Maybe someday I will post it on YouTube.

END OF CHAPTER SEVEN

1SaM’s Place

Chapter Eight - Humiliation and Revenge

By The Technician

BDSM, Humiliation, Flogging, Insects, MMMMF/F

The jurywoman sat and another jurywoman stood. “Everyone has their weak moments or their moments of defeat. Tell us of a time when someone caused you pain and humiliation and what you did to get even.”

Evelyn thought for a long time. It was almost as though she wanted the jury to think that she had to think long and hard to come up with a time when she had been defeated, which is exactly what she was doing. Then she began, “That would also be in my teenaged years. A little episode with Linda Martin. My parents liked to send me to a camp for a few weeks each summer. They thought it would do me good to get to know nature and all of that.

I was in a cabin of six girls. They were all from really old money east coast money and treated me like dirt at first, but then they started to accept me, or at least I thought they did until we went swimming at the other end of the lake. We weren’t supposed be down there and that made it all the more thrilling. It was a warm day and that end of the lake was pretty deserted. We walked down on a rather overgrown trail. There was an abandoned cabin with an old beach area. Linda said, “This side of the lake used to be privately owned. The camp bought it only recently after the couple that owned it died. I think it took forever to settle the estate and finally get clear title and all of that. They plan to do something with it eventually, but for now it is a great place to swim.”

I pointed out to her that we didn’t have our swimsuits with us and all of the girls started laughing. “Do you mean you’ve never been skinny dipping?” one of them asked. Linda added, “She probably has never been naked outside of her bathroom.” Then they all laughed again.

I looked around and there was no one anywhere near, so I began sliding off my shorts and top. Soon we were splashing in the warm water. I was really having fun until one of the girls screamed. It was more of a yelp than a scream, but she was pointing at the shore where several boys were standing there holding our clothes.

Linda yelled at them, “What do you creeps want?”

One of them yelled back, “You aren’t supposed to be down at this end of the lake, and you seem to have forgotten your swimsuits. What will your parents say when the camp calls them and tells them that they are shipping you home?”

All of the other girls started blubbering and begging the boys not to tell on them. Then the leader of the boys said, “We are honor bound to turn you in. You have to be punished for what you have done.”

Linda replied, “Maybe we can work something out.”

He answered, “What do you have in mind?”

“Maybe you could punish us and then you wouldn’t have to tell anyone.”

The boys made a big show of talking among themselves and then the leader said, “OK. For your punishment we decree an old-fashioned spanking. Ten swats to each of you, and then you can get dressed and go back to camp.”

Linda looked scared and asked, “How do we know you won’t turn us in anyway?”

“You have to just trust us. Besides, after we spank you, you have as much on us as we do on you.”

Linda turned and said to us, “I don’t think we have much choice. I guess you’re first Evelyn.”

I turned at looked at the other girls, but they just shrugged and sort of lined up behind me. We walked into the shallows where the boys had pulled a bench into the water. The leader was sitting on the end of the bench and patted his knees. I hesitated, but Linda gave me a little push and I went over and lay over his knees. He held me down with a hand over my back and began rubbing my ass cheeks. Then he started smacking. It was supposed to be ten smacks, but I think he went on for at least twenty. I was kicking and screaming by the time he let me up. I danced in the water rubbing my burning butt and then turned toward my cabin mates. They were all standing next to the boys pointing at me and laughing.

One of the boys was holding a digital camera. Linda asked him, “Did you get it?” and he said, “I have everything on video.”

Anyone else would have broken down crying or stomped out in anger, but I calmly walked over to Linda and said, “Very funny. I hope you think it as funny when it is your red and burning ass that is on the video.”

Then I walked out of the water, picked up my clothes, dressed, and walked back to the main camp. I think the boys were worried that I was going to all the police, but that isn’t who I called. Instead I called my father, explained the whole thing to him and said, “Dad, I am going to need a lot of money to set this right.” He paused a moment or so and replied, “Whatever you need up to 6 million, honey.” I assured him it wouldn’t take that much.

I set the phone down just before the boys came running into the lodge. One of the head counselors saw them running in and asked, “Is there something wrong?”

I smiled sweetly and said, “No, Donald here was just rushing to show me something he had recorded for me. The rest of you boys can go back to your cabin now.” I looked over at the head counselor and then back at the boys when they said, “Yeah, OK. See you later Don.”

I then gestured for Donald to sit down on a bench and I sat beside him. “Donald, the legal ramifications of what you just did are the least of your problems. I just spoke with my father. He has allocated up to six million dollars for me to set this right. I know your parents are rich and powerful, but my dad is rich, powerful and vindictive - and so am I. You can cooperate and I will reward you, or you can try to fight me and I will crush you. Right now, I want to buy your camera from you for $25,000. I will also give you and all of your cabin mates $5000 to forget everything that they have seen today and leave camp at the end of the week. The cash will be here first thing in the morning. Pass along my message. Cooperate and I will reward you. Fight me and I will destroy you. Donald handed his camera to me and said softly, “We will all be gone by Friday night.”

Later that night, I arranged for Linda to be called up to the office to clear up some problems with her medical forms. After she had left the cabin I turned to the girls and said, “Sit down ladies, we need to talk.”

They looked at me with expressions that ranged from disdain to fear and then I repeated what I had told the boys about the six million. I then added, “I don’t hold any of you responsible. I blame only Linda and it is Linda alone who will feel my revenge. I am offering you the same deal I offered the boy’s cabin. $5,000 to each of you if you leave at the end of the week. You can come up with any excuse you want. Some of you were planning to leave this week anyway. But believe me when I say that if you cooperate I will reward you, and if you fight me and I will destroy you. If you say anything to anyone I will find out about it and I will send someone after you. If you don’t believe me, Google my dad’s name on the internet and see what has been said about him and his business tactics.”

The girls looked sufficiently cowed and each of them mouthed softly, “We’ll be gone Friday night.”

Everyone who knew what had happened would be gone Friday night. I had put the fear of God, or at least the fear of my dad into all of them. Linda had already planned to leave camp on Friday, but that was going to change after I had a little talk with the chief counselor and the camp owner. It took only a $500,000 gift to the camp and $50,000 in cash to the chief counselor to arrange what I needed. A special “off-site” camp weekend was scheduled. Four counselors, chosen by me, would accompany a special group to a “primitive area” owned by the camp that was about 15 miles from the lake in the middle of the woods. It was really a remote area.

None of these counselors still worked for the camp. Complaints by one of the campers had gotten each of them fired earlier in the year. The complaints were unfounded, but the father of the girls threatened to withdraw his $30,000 a year support if they were not fired. They each had real reason to hate Linda and want their personal revenge. I had called them earlier in the day and explained my plan. They were more than willing to come back for one “special weekend.”

The chief counselor called Linda’s parents and said that Linda had asked them to call and request their permission for Linda to accompany a special weekend camp out. Linda’s parents were thrilled that their daughter finally was showing some concern for others.

If they only knew.

Friday night came and Linda’s limousine and driver arrived right on schedule. She was a little surprised that it was a new driver, but all the driver said was, “You said you didn’t want to see Jim ever again. Your father fired him.” Linda just smiled and got into the back of the car. The driver triggered the gas canister as he closed the door and she was unconscious before the car left the entry lane. The driver then headed for the primitive area as he had been paid to do.

We were there waiting for him. There was a large bonfire area with two sand volleyball courts at the edge of it. The poles supporting the volleyball nets were made of steel with eyebolts welded to them to attach a net. There was a gap of about four feet between the poles for two courts. It was a perfect place to string Linda up. Which is exactly what we did. The place where the net was supposed to attach allowed us to tie her hands as high and as tight as we could get them. One of the counselors had brought along two dog spikes, which are actually long screw type pieces of steel that are screwed into the ground to attach a dog’s chain. Once these were in place in the ground, Linda’s legs were spread and her feet were attached to the spikes. We left her hanging there and started a large bonfire with the wood that was around the area.

We sat around the fire talking and drinking and watched as she very slowly came to. At first she tugged weakly at the ropes that held her upright. Then, as she became more awake she struggle furiously and screamed for help.

I stood in front of her and watched the flicker of the fire reflect off her bare skin. Her eyes widened as she realized that she was naked and even more so as recognized me. “I said your ass would be on video. Now I have the camera. Actually, there are five low-light cameras set up to get all the angles. And we have all weekend to get it red and burning.”

I stepped back as the four former counselors stepped in closer to us, “I am going to enjoy this, and so are these friend of yours.”

“I’ve dreamt about this for a long time,” said one of them.

I walked back up to Linda and looked her directly in the eyes, “Let’s start with a spanking, shall we, and then we will see where it goes from there.” With that I walked behind her and swung with all my might for twenty smacks. My hand actually hurt by the time I reached the tenth swat, but I kept on going as she screamed and yelled that I couldn’t do this to her.

“I think that makes us almost even,” I said as I stepped aside to reveal the four counselors standing there with small leather whips in their hands. “They have something a little different planned for you,” Each whip was several short, thin pieces of leather mounted on a stick a little longer than the size of a horse crop. “These are called Indian Insect Whips. I don’t know if that is because they can be used to brush insects off cattle, or because they feel like you are being stung when they strike you.”

The four stood around her and began to strike out with the whips. The whips made a slight popping noise as they hit her flesh, but that was soon unable to be heard over Linda’s screams and cries for mercy. The whipping continued for several minutes until Linda was reduced to a whimpering mess hanging from her bound hands.

“I think we should put something on that for the pain,” I said as I stepped forward with a large bottle. I began to apply liberal amounts of the sticky liquid all over Linda’s body. It probably felt somewhat soothing and Linda pulled herself upright and stood in her bonds.

“What is that?” she asked.

“Honey,” I replied, “Pure, natural, honey.”

Linda went wild and began struggling against me. “No, you can’t do that,” she screamed, “It will attract every insect for miles. Please, please, don’t do this.”

I didn’t answer her, but continued to empty the bottle of honey all over her body. I then got out a second bottle and emptied it also. Then I walked back over to the bonfire where the counselors were cooking some hotdogs and digging beer out of a couple of coolers. After awhile the fire began to die down and we retired to our tents for a good nights sleep. The forest was quite except for the sounds of the crickets and the katydids and, of course, the whimpering of Linda as flies and mosquitoes and numerous other bugs crawled over her body. Every so often there would be a yelp or a scream as one of them bit her or stung her or walked across a very sensitive area.

The next morning, I was up bright and early to greet the sun and to check on how Linda had weathered the night. Her perspiration, or perhaps her body heat, had caused most of the honey to drip off of her onto the ground where a huge number of ants gathered around it. There was also a large number of ants crawling on her body.

I walked up to her carrying a large jar of honey. She looked up at me and softly whispered, “Please, no please. Just let me go and I will never tell anyone.”

“I know you won’t,” I replied, “but I was wondering since you get so much pleasure out of other people’s pain and humiliation if you might not get pleasure out of your own pain.” With that I dumped the jar of honey over her head and began to smear it over her body. I then lifted up another large jar of honey and dipped my hand into it bringing out a large handful. I began to smear that between Linda’s legs, pushing the thick fluid deep into her pussy. I then started rubbing the honey across her clit.

Her eyes went wide and she began to struggle against her bonds. “No, no, no,” she pleaded at this ultimate humiliation. She tried to act brave and withdrawn, but soon her body began to betray her and she started to rub back against my hand.

“So, you do like honey for breakfast?” I kept rubbing until Linda finally threw her head back and cried out in a forced orgasm.

I wiped off my hands on a towel and then lifted Linda’s head so she had to look me in the eyes. “This is the way it is. I am leaving now. The four counselors that you got fired are going to keep you here until tomorrow morning. I have videos of everything that has occurred to this point and I will get the masters of everything that happens this afternoon and tonight. They said they won’t actually rape you, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you end up feeling the Indian Insect Whips a couple more times and maybe each of them will help you enjoy your pain.”

She tried to spit at me, but only ended up getting honey in her mouth. I continued, “Sunday morning, they will take you down the hill and let you wash yourself off in the creek. It is cold water, so you might have to rub a lot to get the honey out of your hair. You will then be taken back to camp where your regular driver will pick you up. Your family thinks that you have been accompanying a special camp trip this weekend. They are very pleased. Your parents will be told that you stumbled into a nest of wasp flies. If you let them believe that, I won’t release these videos. If you say anything different, your ass will be posted all over the internet. I think it would be a viral video in no time at all.”

Linda hung her head and started crying. I spit on the ground between her legs and then turned and walked to my car and drove away. I did wait one year before posting the video, and it did become viral until most of the sites took it down because it has been posted anonymously and there was no proof that the girl in the images was over 18.

END OF CHAPTER EIGHT

1SaM’s Place

Chapter Nine - Breaking Up

By The Technician

BDSM, Anal, Rape, Torture. F/M

Another juryman stood. “For your fifth story, Evelyn, tell us of an experience within the past five years where you showed dominance over a man and caused him a great deal of not only physical but also emotional pain.”

Evelyn paused for several minutes then began, I think that would be David. He dumped me because he said that I was too controlling. Then he started up with a little blonde bimbo. What was really annoying is that I knew that he liked me to be dominant in our love making. The problem was that he started reading some stuff in a woman’s magazine of all places that said that men who let women control their lovemaking are secretly homosexual.

Maybe David did have some gender issues. He was violently homophobic, and that always made me wonder, but I think he was at most bi. He was sort of a geeky type who grew up, but he was really bumbling and awkward when it came to sex. I think he liked a woman to take charge so he didn’t have to worry if he was screwing things up. That’s probably also why he went for the bimbo. She was so cock hungry she wouldn’t know if he did anything wrong.

I would have let him go if he hadn’t dumped me publicly. He didn’t know how to make love and he didn’t know how to politely end a relationship. You just don’t embarrass me in public. We were in my office when he told me we were through. Maybe I should have gone out for coffee with him like he asked, but having the secretaries at my office whisper about how David had announced that we were through just wouldn’t do. I had to give them something else to whisper about.

I decided to work on his weak spot. I called him and told him that I missed him terribly and that even if it was just for an afternoon, I had to have him back. I think the thought of a woman “throwing herself at him” was too much to resist. We met at a motel and had wild sex all afternoon. I even let him think he was in control. By the time we left the motel, I knew I had him hooked.

We met like that a couple more times, then I suggested a different motel. He wasn’t street smart enough to know that it was a gay hookup place and agreed to meet me. Once we were there, I told him that I wanted to give him an afternoon of total pleasure and that he should just relax and let me handle everything. The fact that he had an immediate erection told me everything that I needed to know. We did actually have sex. I was on top and as I ground into him I slowly lifted his arm above his head and handcuffed him to the bed. There aren’t too many motels where you can find beds with bondage anchors at the corners, but like I said, this was a gay hookup zone. By the time he realized what was happening, his arms were handcuffed to the bed. I did let him finish before I got off of him and began to secure his feet.

He wondered what was happening when I pulled his leg across the bed and attached it to the other side and then grabbed the free leg and pulled it back to its opposite side. By the time I was done, he was twisted at the waist. I then straddled his chest and released one arm and quickly pulled it to the other side of the bed. I think he knew what I was doing then because he started to struggle really hard. I kneed him in the groin and before he could recover, he was face down on the bed.

I walked over to the dresser and got out some lube that I had placed there earlier in the afternoon. I slowly lubed up his rosebud all the while talking to him about how much he was going to enjoy this. He kept saying, “No, please no,” but I just kept rubbing the lube into him. I slipped one finger and then two into him and started pumping slightly.

“I think you are ready,” I said and knocked twice on the wall above the bed. A few moments later four very athletic looking young men came into the room. One was carrying two cameras and a tripod. I met them at the door and spoke to the cameraman. “Guaranteed disease free?” I asked.

“Without a doubt,” he replied. “At what your paying I can be sure. That and the fact that you promised to put a hit out on me and the guys if anyone catches anything from this.”

“Let’s do it,” I replied.

Three of the men began to strip. One walked over to the bed and began to stroke David’s back. He added more lube and began working it into David’s ass. “You need to relax,” he said, “or this will hurt like hell.” Then he stood where David could see him and slipped on a condom.

David began to yell and the second man shoved a wash cloth into David’s mouth. The first climbed over David and slowly penetrated him. “I said relax,” he said and then he began to slowly thrust. He lasted an amazingly short time before slumping onto David’s back.

The second man slowly slipped on a condom. “I think you will feel a difference is size and stamina,” he said before climbing into the bed. There may have been a difference in size, but there didn’t seem to be much of a difference in stamina. I found out later that the “director” had told them to make it quick since there would be no “cum shots” on the face or back and just watching someone pump is poor cinema.

Evidently the third man didn’t take direction as easily. He went on for quiet a while before finally climaxing.

I bent down near the bed and looked David directly in the eyes. “Now here is the deal, David. You have a choice. You can beg these gentlemen to be allowed to suck their cocks or you can enjoy a repeat of what just occurred only “bareback.” In case you don’t know what bareback means, David, that means no condoms. If you give two of them blowjobs, then the third will use a condom as he fucks you again. If you don’t beg for the two blowjobs, then all three of them go at you again bareback.

I knew that David didn’t know that the chance of getting disease was almost as great in a blowjob as in a regular fuck, so I was pretty sure that he would go for the blowjobs. Besides, I knew that he had a great fear of someone cumming in his ass because he had told me so one night when he was too drunk to care or remember what he had said.

“The words I want to hear,” I continued, “are ‘Please let me suck your cock.’”

The cameraman zoomed in for a closeup of his face as he replied, “OK, OK. Please allow me to suck your cock.”

“Not exact, but it will do.”

The first man stepped up to the edge of the bed so that David could reach him with his mouth. For a homophobic little bastard, he did quite a good job of sucking dick. Just as before the man didn’t last very long and soon spurted into David’s mouth.

“Swallow,” I said sternly, and David did. The cameraman nodded that he had a good take.

The second man stepped forward. David hesitated and looked at me, but then relented and said, “Please let me suck your cock.” He finally had learned his lines.

As the man moved farther forward, the third man climbed onto the bed and straddled David’s ass. I looked David in the eyes and said icily, “I didn’t say that it would be one after the other, did I?”

David began sucking and the third man began thrusting. The two men finished almost simultaneous. It is nice to work with real professionals. Then to my surprise David also gasped and groaned. He buried his face in the bed, but it was obvious that he was ejaculating.

The director leaned over to me and whispered, “Doesn’t mean anything. You rub the prostate long enough and even a eunuch will spurt.” He then made a motion with his head and the three “actors” left the room. “Give me about ten minutes,” he said. “My crew has been working on the live feed and should have something ready by then.”

He left the room.

I went over to where David was still bound face down on the bed. “Did you enjoy yourself, David?” I laughed and continued, “Do you now know not to screw with someone more powerful than yourself? Do you know not to embarrass me.... EVER!”

David just cried and buried his face in the bed. In a few moments the cameraman came back in carrying a DVD case. It had the title, “Afternoon Fun.” And showed the three actors plus David on the cover. They had merged in a shot of David I had from the beach so that it looked like all four had posed for the picture. David even looked like he was oiled up like the other three.

As the cameraman handed me the DVD he said, “It’s not as clean and smooth and I normally do, but it is mid-range for this type of work. I keep an uncut master just to keep everybody honest. You get all the uncut footage plus finished master. If you ever want it published, let me know. I have all the signed permissions from all of the actors.”

“Did you hear that David. You could be a star. And if you tell anyone about what happened here today, you will be a star. Who knows, if something slips, you might be a star anyway. I am going to leave you your personal copy to remind you of this day forever.”

With that, I put the DVD into the player in the motel room and turned on the TV. Then I called the bimbo and said that David needed to see her right away and gave her the address. The DVD was playing on loop mode when I left.

I never did find out what happened to David. I do hope he learned his lesson.

END OF CHAPTER NINE

1SaM’s Place

Chapter Ten - Shocking

By The Technician

BDSM, Electrical Torture

Another juryman stood. “For your sixth story, Evelyn, tell us of a time when you used electrical torture to cut a man down to size.

Evelyn smiled and closed her eyes for a moment. “Ah, yes. Frank Thompson,” she began.

For some reason, after I had been working for my father for several years, he decided that I needed to have a master’s degree. I really don’t know what for, but since he was going to pay for it and support me while I got it, I thought, “Why not?”

I think daddy really wanted me to get a masters in business, but I knew that would be a lot more work that a masters in psychology. Not that psychology is easy, but I knew that I could bullshit my way through most of it and intimidate the professors for the rest. That wouldn’t be as easy over in the business school.

Daddy finally gave in and arranged for me to be a graduate assistant in the psychology department. Basically all I had to do was take attendance for a couple of courses and feed Professor Burl’s pet pig when he was out of town. I also got to sit in on a lot of really interesting experiments with volunteers from the college. It is amazing what poor students will do for a few bucks. They will answer the most embarrassing questions about their lives and let you hook them up to all sorts of meters and even shock them for not getting an answer right, or sometimes even for no reason at all.

It was watching one of these experiments that gave me the idea for my thesis project. I was going to show various students sexually explicit photographs and see what aroused them and compare that to what they said aroused them. Then I was going to select several of these students and see if I could use “positive and negative reinforcement” to change their true sexual preferences.

This was a really neat project because it allowed me to amass a huge collection of what anyone else would call pornography. I even got a special permit to use “under aged specimens” in my research. In other words, I even had a bunch of kiddie-porn. I almost wore out my little electric friend as I spent hour after hour editing these photos.

The way the experiment worked was relatively simple. The volunteers would allow us to wire them up so that we could measure blood flow in the penis and breasts for a male and vaginal blood flow and secretions for a woman. You would think we would measure nipple response for women, but there are just too many different things, including the wire rubbing against the nipple, that can cause a false response.

Then we would show them hundreds of very erotic photos and see what tripped their trigger, so to speak.

The main thing I learned is that everybody lies. Men who said they were totally strait responded to gay porn. Women who said they were totally vanilla responded to the most violent BDSM scenes. By the end of the study I was starting to think that everybody was bi-sexual with hidden fetishes. Then Frank joined the study.

Frank was different. For one thing he was totally honest about everything. What he said he liked what was what his peter-meter said he liked. And when I asked him why he joined the study, he looked across the table at me and said, “I was hoping it would give me a chance to get into your pants. Maybe you could include that as part of your study. You know, find out what turns me on about you while we are making love.”

Frank was kind of cute, but I couldn’t help but think how his honesty made him so vulnerable to some scheming person like myself who only wanted to prove their superiority. I let Frank hit on me for another week or so and then made a show of turning off the microphone and video recorders. I leaned over to him and asked, “Are you serious about that extra credit project? Would you like to make love to me while you are totally wired up?”

He just smiled at me and replied, “Name the time and place and me and my little friend will be ready.”

I used a little persuasion to rearrange some schedules so that the sleep labs were totally empty for a weekend. Then I modified one of the sleep chambers for my plans. Basically it was a bedroom anyway, so it just meant bringing in a different bed and my equipment. All of the audio and video recording devices were already in place.

Frank arrived exactly on schedule at 5:00 Friday evening. He even brought me a single rose. I think he might have actually thought I cared for him. What a loser. I told him, “Frank, this is the way it is going to work. We are going to attach the sensors to your nipples, but we will have to wrap them in place because of the strenuous activity which might occur.” I gave him a little smile.

“And since your ‘little friend’ as you call it, will be in use, we will use a sensor at the base of the penis on the pubic bone combined with an anal sensor.”

He frowned at me and said, “You mean you are going to shove something up my ass?”

“It isn’t very big, and if you prefer, I will let you do it before I attach the wires.” As I said this I let my lab coat slide open. Beneath it I was wearing a bright red, frilly, micro-bra and thong underwear. He took a deep breath and said, “OK.”

I gestured to the bed and said, “Now lie down on the bed on your back. I’m driving tonight.”

He laughed and lay down.

“I am going to restrain your arms and legs so that you don’t move the wrong way in a fit of passion. I promise I will make it up to you.”

“You’d better,” he replied as he lifted his arms toward the headboard.

“Not yet,” I answered, “we have to get the wires in place first. Sit up.”

He did and I wrapped a chest binder that would normally be used for severely broken ribs tightly around him. Then I lubed up two sensor patches and slid them under the binder directly over his nipples. Most people are surprised to find out that anal lube is a very good conductor of electricity and is often used to guarantee good contact for body sensors.

“We have to mow the lawn a little to put this one on,” I said as I switched on a surgical razor. I cleared a small spot on his pubic bone and applied some sensor glue. “There is no real way to bind a sensor in place here so a glue is used that can be dissolved with a special remover.”

Frank didn’t look too happy about that. He was even less happy when I announced, “And now the light over the back door.” I lubed up an anal plug. It had two strips of metal molded into each side of it and wires leading out the base. I held it up and asked, “You or me?”

Frank answered, “I trust you. Just be gentle. This is my first time.” Then he smiled. He winced a little as the plug went in but once it was past his sphincter and seated, he was cheerful once again.

“Now what,” he asked.

“Lay back and enjoy yourself,” I replied as I fastened the leather restraining cuffs on his wrists and ankles.

Actually, I was going to enjoy this way more than he was. The sensor pads were not connected to my regular measuring equipment. They were connected to tens units. And the anal plug was not a sensor at all, but an anal tens plug. If you applied the voltage between the two metal strips, it would cause the anal sphincter to tighten very tightly. The ad said it was as close to being fucked in the ass as you could experience by yourself. If the voltage was applied between the plug and the electrode on the pubic bone, everything in between would clench up as tight as possible. And as far as the electrodes on the nipples, I am told that a very low setting feels like being stung by a nest of hornets. Higher settings bring pain that just cannot be described.

I lay my robe across a chair and very sexily danced and swayed as I removed the micro-bra and thong. It had the desired effect. Frank’s little man was standing up straight and tall. I climbed onto the bed and straddled him. As I slowly lowered myself onto his erect penis, I pressed the remote in my hand and the tens units sprang to life.

They were computer controlled and would start off at a fairly low setting. But the laser sensor on the computer would sense my movements and each time I rose and fell, the shocks would also rise and fall moving ever higher as I moved higher and higher toward a climax.

It only took a moment or so for Frank to realize that something was wrong. “What the hell,” he exclaimed.

“My heaven, your hell,” I replied. “You should have asked me what I liked. I like to mix sex and pain. In this case I really want to know if a man in agony can actually finish the job or will his little man go home and hide.”

Frank didn’t say much after that. It was mainly grunting and muffled cursing. Surprisingly, he did manage to cum. I wasn’t done yet, though, so I kept going until I reached the top.

I did have one problem. As I orgasmed, I fell forward onto Frank. That front electrode didn’t have a cover over it and my clit pressed against it. Evidently there was enough of a current path through his prick inside me that I got a rather nasty shock. I screamed and jumped off of Frank and off of the bed.

“For that,” I purred, “you will stay here until morning. Someone will come and let you go when it gets light.”

Frank just looked at me and between grunts of pain managed to say, “Fucking bitch.”

I just laughed and pressed the remote control to increase the voltage. “Well we just fucked, so I guess you are right about that, and as for the rest, well, I’m not the one with an electric dildo shoved up my ass. That makes you my bitch.”

One of my flunkies released him early the next morning. I understand he ended up in the hospital for a couple of days, but there was no permanent damage. The hospital record indicates that it was “sex play gone bad.” He transferred schools shortly after that.

END OF CHAPTER TEN

1SaM’s Place

Chapter Eleven - Pledge Week

By The Technician

BDSM

Now it was a jurywoman who stood. “For your seventh story, Evelyn, tell us of an experience where you put someone in their place who shouldn’t have been made equal to you to begin with.

Evelyn smiled, “That would be back in college. Oh, I do miss those days in the sorority.”

Someone had passed some sort of law that said that the university had to admit a particular number of this or that type of person. That didn’t bother me, but then the university said that all the sororities and fraternities had to include the same percentages in our pledge classes. I think the intent was that we would have to let those kind of people into the house, but the way the ruling was written, it only said we had to invite them into the pledge class. As all of you know, I assume, not everyone who pledges for an important sorority or fraternity is accepted into the house.

We delta girls had nothing against the color of a person’s skin or what country they were from, but we didn’t want trash of any color in the house. We had somewhat of an advantage over other houses when it came to rejecting the percentage people. Our pledge queen - the sister in charge of the pledges - was black. She was also very athletic and muscular, sort of like that black slave I saw in the club earlier tonight.

Delia was from Jamaica and would get really angry if you called her an African-American. “I’m not some slave freed by a honky war,” she would say. “We won our own freedom and founded our own nation. I am Jamaican.”

Her grandfather made a fortune in something or another down in the islands and she was just the type of woman we wanted as a sister. She was really upset that we had to take what she called Street N****s into the pledge class. There was no way that Stella or Gwen was going to become a delta girl.

There were 14 girls in the pledge class, but only 8 spots open as full sisters, so 6 of the pledges were going to be rejected. Three quit fairly soon once they realized what was really expected of them in order to be a delta girl, but Stella and Gwen hung in to the last. The selection had already been made when Delia came up with an idea to show Stella and Gwen what they really were.

Normally when the pledge class is finished, each of the girls is taken by a delta girl out into the woods near the campus. There they would be told that they had been accepted or given the bad news of rejection - well, they weren’t exactly told. They had to allow themselves to be blindfolded, tied to a tree and stripped naked. Then they were shaved. Part of the pledging hazing was that they had to let all of their body hair grow during their pledge time. If accepted, their pubic hair would be shaved into an open triangle - a triangle is the shape of the Greek letter delta in case you didn’t know. If rejected, their pubic hair would be completely shaved off. It would only be after they had been released and removed their blindfolds that they would know if they were a delta girl or nothing.

Anyway, Delia and I took Stella and Gwen into the woods, only we traveled a little farther than normal. We went all the way out to an old scout camp that had gone bankrupt. That is when we gave them the bad news. “Girls,” Delia began, “I have some good news and some bad news for you. There is only one slot left. That means that one of you will become a delta girl. One of you will be rejected. We are going to perform a couple of tests and the winner of those tests is the first black trash delta girl ever.”

Both Stella and Gwen looked at Delia with confused expressions on their faces. “Just kidding girl,” Delia said in her best imitation of ghetto slang. Then she yelled out, “Hey ladies,” and most of the rest of the house appeared out of the trees and bushes.

“What we are going to do is a simple test of speed and endurance. But it is going to be speed under special circumstances and endurance as a delta pledge. Are both of you girls willing?”

Stella and Gwen both nodded a yes.

“Then the first thing you have to do,” continued Delia, “is to get naked.”

Stella’s eyes widened, but Gwen just started taking off her clothing. Gwen already knew that the final test would involve them being naked in the woods, so she didn’t think anything was wrong. Stella had a little more street smarts, however, and smelled a rat.

“You could be making our choice very easy, Stella,” said Delia and Stella began taking off her clothing.

Delia handed the clothing to one of the delta girls and said, “Take care of this.” Then Delia led Stella and Gwen over to the abandoned parking lot in front of the ruins of what was once a main building. “We are going to have a little relay race,” she said. But since there is only one person on each team we had to come up with a special sort of relay. Each of you is going to carry water from here to over there and fill up that five gallon bucket. When it is full, you are going to carry the bucket back here to the starting line.

“What are we going to carry the water in,” asked Stella.

“Ah, that is the special part,” answered Delia. “YOU are going to carry the water.” With that Delia held up an enema bag and hose.

“No way,” snapped Gwen.

Delia held up a battery powered beard trimmer and switched it on. “Then just stand still for a moment while I register your status for the rest of the girls.”

Gwen hung her head and walked over to where Delia had indicated. “On your hands and knees,” barked Delia and Stella and Gwen slowly sank to the ground. “Some of the girls wanted to put soap in the water, but I had pity on you girls. This is just warm water. Lets see how fast you can carry water over to those buckets.”

Two of the delta girls held the enema bags while another girl inserted the nozzles. Then the warm water was released. Delia gave the girls some advice. “Don’t try to hold more than you can, girls. If you start to cramp, just start to run. The nozzle will pop out and we will have a full bag waiting for you when you get back.”

Gwen was biting her lip. Stella was crying, but both remained in position on their hands and knees. Gwen’s bag was only about half empty when suddenly she bolted upright and started running. She almost made it to the bucket before water and shit began to spew from her. She squatted over the bucket and finished emptying herself. Stella did not begin running until the girl holding her bag yelled, “Empty.” Stella made it all the way to the bucket before releasing her smelly load. Amazingly, after Gwen’s first disastrous lap, she was able to hold the full bag and kept yelling “faster, faster,” to the girls who were filling her insides. I guess she really wanted to be a delta girl.

It took twelve or thirteen trips to fill the buckets, but finally the judges standing next to both of the buckets yelled “One more lap.” Gwen and Stella ran as hard as they could. It was comical to see them run with their bloated bellies swaying before them and their ass cheeks clenched tightly together to prevent premature loss of the water. Both girls had stopped squatting over the buckets after the second or third lap and now just plopped down on the narrow rims of the buckets to relieve themselves. There was a loud splash of water and both picked up their buckets and ran for the finish line. They arrived at the same time.

“We seem to have a tie,” yelled Delia. “I guess the final decision will be based on endurance.”

Both girls were taken over to the edge of the clearing where two cut off telephone poles stuck up out of the ground. On the way over the Stella had to stop twice and squat to relieve herself on the ground. Gwen stopped only once before reaching the poles. At the base of each pole a long chain was attached to an eyebolt. On the end of the chain was a set of manacles. When Stella and Gwen reached the poles one end of the chain manacle was clamped onto their wrist. Then the short chain that held the manacle cuffs was looped around the pole and over a long nail-like step on the opposite side of the pole. The other wrist was then clamped in the manacle. The result was that both girls were held tight against the poles with their hands high above their heads around the poles.

“Listen up,” yelped Delia. “This is the way it is going to work. Each of you will receive ten swats from me with this pledge paddle. If you can keep from screaming, you are a delta girl. If you yell, you are out. Blindfold them!”

Stella and Gwen had felt the pledge paddle before and although it hurt like hell, both knew that they could survive ten swats without making more than a grunt. But what they didn’t know is that the paddle in Delia’s hand wasn’t an ordinary pledge paddle. From the front it looked like any other pledge paddle, but I had taken it to a custom furniture shop and had the back side grooved so that it was a series of rounded, parallel ridges. That uneven surface doubled or tripled the pressure and the pain. Stella and Gwen didn’t have a chance.

Delia stood behind Gwen and swung as hard as she could. Gwen yelped, but did not scream. “That’s one,” Delia announced and then moved over to where Stella was chained. It took seven swats to break Stella and nine to break Gwen. In the end they both screamed and yelled, “No more, no more, please no more.”

I stood next to Delia with the electric razor as she announced, “They are nothing.” Then I switched it on and shaved them bald, and not only between the legs, but also their heads. They were blubbering and sobbing so much from the pain and the thought of failure that I don’t think they even noticed.

Then it was time for me to deliver the final blow. “Stella and Gwen you are nothing. You will find the key to each other’s manacles near the top of the pole to which you are chained. If one of you can climb far enough up your pole to retrieve the key and pull your manacle chain over the top, you can take the key to the other person. Your long chain should give you enough slack to reach the other pole. But remember, the only way to get free is to free each other.”

“When you get back to the sorority house, you will find all of your clothing and personal possessions in the tool shed out back. You can use the hose there to clean yourselves up. Since we are taking all the clothes you were wearing with us, you might want to wait until it is dark to sneak back onto campus. But to be sure that you black-trash pieces of trash don’t sneak up on anybody important without warning, we are going to help people know that you are approaching.”

With that I gave a hand signal and four newly accepted pledges approached each pole carrying the five gallon pails. Two went to each pole with the bucket they carried and dumped the fetid water over the crying girls heads. We stood there watching them cry and sob for a few minutes and then walked back to campus to join the pledge acceptance party which was probably in full swing at the sorority house.

I guess Stella and Gwen managed to get free and get back to campus, because they weren’t there when we went out to check the next morning, but they left school and I never saw them again. I read somewhere a few years later that they had started a business together selling cosmetics especially tailored for African-Americans, but I don’t know how that worked out or what ever became of them after that.

END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN

1SaM’s Place

Chapter Twelve - Captive Fuck

By The Technician

BDSM, Rape, Humiliation MMMMMFFF/F

Another jurywoman stood. “For your eighth story, Evelyn, tell us of an experience where you may have gone overboard in response to another woman’s attempts to steal your boyfriend.”

Evelyn sighed. I think there might be two or three times when that occurred. I guess I am a bit jealous when it comes to relationships, but probably where I really went overboard was with Diane Wilson.

Diane was a model. My boyfriend was a video producer who did some of our commercials. I know it is not a good idea to mix romance and business, but the sex was plentiful and great and I thought he really did love me... maybe he did. He was supposed to be auditioning models for a new campaign of ours, but he kept having to “reshoot” sequences with Diane. I knew what was going on, but it wasn’t his fault. She was throwing herself at him just to take him away from me. I decided that if she wanted a lot of good sex, I was going to give it to her. Well, maybe it wouldn’t be good, but there would be a lot of it.

I told my boyfriend that we had decided to go another direction with the commercials and asked him to turn over all of the raw video and film. He was really upset by this and we finally broke up over what I was going to do with his work. But it was in the contract, so he had no choice. The contract made it clear that I couldn’t take it somewhere else to have a commercial made out of it, but that wasn’t what I needed it for.

There was a small special effects place that had done some work for us. The owner was a real geek and money wouldn’t buy anything with him, but a weekend at a fancy spa with me got me anything I wanted. To my surprise, he wasn’t all that bad at making love. For some reason he had a real oral fetish. And he wanted to give, not receive. He even went underwater in the hot tub to lick me and bring me off.

Why is it always the quiet ones who surprise you the most?

Anyway, we had a weekend of non-stop sex and he produced the two videos I wanted. With a little geek tech work, the videos of Diane were reworked so that I had something that looked like she was standing in her bedroom in front of a webcam. She was crying at first - that was originally part of the commercial pitch - and then she looks directly into the “webcam” and says, “I’ve done a terrible thing. I cheated on my boyfriend. I begged him to forgive me and swore that I wouldn’t do it again, but he said that I couldn’t control my hormones and that I would cheat on him again. I begged him and begged him and he finally said that if I could get cheating out of my system he would take me back. He said that what I really needed to was screw my head off to overwhelm my hormones and that if I screwed 100 men in one night and had video to prove it he would take me back. I think he thought I would never do it, but I want him back. So log onto the website you see at the bottom of the screen and find out how to become one of those 100 men.”

A website address appeared at the bottom of the video. The video then appeared as an ad popup on twenty or so local websites that catered to the erotic and swinger trade. Within hours there were over 700 responses to the ad. We narrowed that down to 90 area men and 10 women who said they were masters of the strap-on. They were given a date and time to arrive at a particular hotel room. Each was informed that they would be on video and was promised $100 if they were willing to sign a release. All but one of them were and we replaced him with another strap-on specialist.

I created a dummy company and rented three entire floors of a downtown hotel for a “photo shoot.” I needed the floor above and below empty so that nobody would accidently hear something and call the police.

The hotel thought we were filming a commercial. We signed all of the appropriate papers saying nothing would be damaged and that our lighting didn’t require special electrical permits and all of that. I also informed them that there would be a variety of “extras” coming and going during the day. All my bases were covered. There would be no interference from the hotel or from guests or from the police.

Then I arranged with Diane’s agent for her to “audition.”

She arrived bright and early for a 6:00 am makeup check, only the makeup person didn’t apply makeup. He was a medical student who stuck her in the shoulder with a hypodermic filled with a special tranquilizer. This made her appear to be very drunk and she was barely able to stand or talk.

She recognized me as I came into the room. “What are you doing here?” she slurred.

“I am teaching young bimbo bitches not to mess with someone else’s boyfriend.

Then we took her next door where “the booth” was set up. Basically the booth was an enclosed stage with two sets of “stocks” sitting on a padded platform.. One stock was a regular form of stocks, which held her head and hands. The other fit more or less over the waist. Both were only about 3 feet off the platform so that she had to kneel on the padded floor of the video area to be placed in them. We stripped her naked and put her in the stocks. The result was that she was bent over and immobile in a more or less perfect fucking position for either hole.

Next to the booth was a DVD playing on a large screen TV. In the DVD, thanks to my geek friend, was a video in which she was standing next to the stocks pleading with anyone who came through the door. “Please don’t let me back out of this. As soon as I finish a few more drinks, my friend Evelyn is going to lock me in the mating stocks. I will have a small gag in my mouth, but that isn’t to keep me quiet. I totally, absolutely do not want any blow jobs and that is the only way I can be sure that none of you get carried away. There are condoms and tubes of anal lube on the table. Each of you was given a number when you signed in with my friends in the other room. Hold that number up to the camera before you begin. You will get your payment when you leave. Again, please don’t let me back out of this. No matter what you think I say or do, keep going until I have been fucked 100 times in one day.”

There were also six small monitors arranged in front of Diane where she could see them. Five were the live feeds from the cameras mounted in the room. The sixth was the continuously playing DVD. There was a set of earbuds fixed in her ears so that she could hear the DVD and also hear me talking to her. Despite the drugs, she struggled against her bondage when she saw the first man came into the room. I said to her, “Now Diane. You wanted sex from someone else’s man. You are getting it. What do you have to complain about?”

After six or seven men she stopped struggling and just hung in the stocks. That’s when I thought she needed something to liven her up and sent in one of the women. She was a real dyke with tattoos and piercings all over her body. She slapped Diane on the ass and said, “If you make this fun for me, I will make this fun for you.” Then she eased the strap-on into Diane’s ass. Diane came alive as the dildo entered her sphincter. She thrashed against the stocks and yelled and moaned into her gag. After ten or fifteen minutes, the dyke orgasmed and lay down against Diane on top of the stocks. She reached under Diane and began massaging and pinching her nipples and then finally said, “Not bad for a beginner. Come see me some time and I can show you how to really have fun.” With that she pulled backwards and the dildo slipped out of Diane’s ass with a loud pop.

After every ten “extras,” the medical student went in and checked on Diane’s condition and gave her an additional dose of the tranquilizer if needed. In case she couldn’t see the numbers on her monitor I continued to give Diane a running count of how many men and women she had fucked and how many were left.

We were almost finished when one of the people handling the signup room came over to me and said, “We’re one short. Will you settle for 99?”

“No, I have a better idea,” I replied, and picked up my cell phone and made a couple a calls. A few minutes later a leather clad young man entered the room carrying several boxes. “We brought a couple of sizes just to be sure,” he said as he deposited the boxes on the table. Inside the boxes were several different size harnesses and two different versions of “The Punisher” dildo. I stripped down and started strapping on the harness. I would be number 100.

After all of the paid performers were gone, I walked into the booth room wearing a long robe. “Did you have fun, Diane,” I asked. “I promised you 100 fucks in one day. In case you have lost count there have been only 99. Care to guess who number 100 will be?”

With that, I turned on the vibrator inside the dildo and activated the electrical stimulation and turned it to maximum. Then I plunged into her ass. After all of the others, there was no need for lube. Diane came out of her stupor as she slowly realized that it was me, or perhaps as the vibration and shocks began to register on her. I pumped into her for over twenty minutes. This was the first time I had ever used a strap-on with anyone. It wasn’t good sex, but it was good and it was sex.

Finally I told Diane, “100 more strokes and we are done. I started counting the strokes as I drove in and out of her battered ass. As I said ‘100,’ a tremendous orgasm tore through me. I almost lost my balance, but reached over the stocks and grabbed Diane’s hanging udders and squeezed as hard as I could. Hearing her squeal in pain drove me higher that my first climax.

Finally it was over. I unstrapped the harness, leaving the dildo sticking out of her ass. Then I patted her on the butt and said, “My friends here are going to release you and take you to a private psychiatric hospital. They will make sure that you are ok and then release you. By the time that you get out, the story will have already been given to the press is that you were clubbing and overdosed on some really nasty hallucinogenic drugs. The police report will say that you were found wandering the streets naked and incoherent. There will even be long-lens pictures from the paparazzi of an officer wrapping you with his coat and putting you in his car.

Diane, be thankful you are alive and learn your lesson from this. Maybe you will hear my warning to stay away from other women’s men. If you don’t hear that warning, this is one warning you had better hear and believe. If you tell anyone what really happened today, you will disappear forever.”

I turned and walked toward the door still naked and called back over my shoulder, “That’s a wrap.”

It turns out she ended up at the funny farm for a lot longer than I planned. I think it might have even been a couple of years before she got out. I don’t think she ever did model again. That’s a pity, but I guess she was just too weak to handle a little punishment.

END OF CHAPTER TWELVE

1SaM’s Place

Chapter Thirteen- Spring Break

By The Technician

BDSM, Zoo, Zoo Rape, Humiliation FFFFFFF/F

Another jurywoman stood. “For your ninth story, Evelyn, tell us of an experience where you ended up in trouble with the law for what you had done.

Evelyn laughed. “That takes me back to my college days again. I hope you don’t think that I am pre-occupied with reliving my college days of glory, but there were some really memorable moments back then. The delta girls and I had so much fun together. But I guess you want to hear the story, not some nostalgic remembrances.”

It all started when I got advance copies of a couple of mid-term exams. There was this really sweet computer major who was desperate for money so he could stay in school. It didn’t hurt that he also had sort of a crush on me. He said that he could get three or at most four copies off the school network, but it would be impossible to totally erase his tracks and the school IT people would close the loophole as soon as they saw what had been done. He was willing to do it because he said it was possible to make it look as if he had not been successful in his attempt to gain access, so the school would not realize that anything had been compromised, and he could disguise where the hack came from so he wouldn’t get caught. A few days later he delivered the copies of the tests and I gave him enough money to keep him around for a few more semesters.

Everything would have been great, except that I was betrayed by three of my own sorority sisters. These three delta girls - Susan, Vicki, and Toni - evidently had the strange idea that having an advanced copy of a test was “unfair” or “cheating.” Having files in the sorority of all of the past tests was OK with them, but this was not. So, they told their professors that there were advanced copies of this year’s tests being circulated. They even gave them the copies which I had shared with them. All tests were immediately changed and all my hard work was for nothing. I ended up having to have some brainy girl that needed the money take the tests for me. There are some advantages of large, impersonal classes where you are just a number in a seat. Neither the professor or the “grad-ass,” actually knew who was supposed to be sitting there.

Of course I found out who had betrayed me and Delta House, and of course they begged to remain in the sorority. I was the head of the discipline committee - that led to some very wonderful nights with a wayward sister bent over a chair in the main room receiving swats on her ass for some violation of house rules, but I digress. Back to the story.

The tests were right before Spring Break. It was a Delta tradition for the entire house to go down to Mexico on Spring Break for a week of sun and fun. I said that we would deal with their behavior after we got back from Mexico. Until then, they had better remain on their best behavior.

While we were down there, I suggested that we really should take one day and go slumming in one of the border towns. I said that I knew where some really interesting entertainment could be found. Mexico was a little safer in those days, but we still took along an entire frat house for protection. After all, anything could happen to a beautiful, young college girl all by herself in such a place.

Actually, I had made arrangements in advance and had spread enough money around to ensure that all of us would be perfectly safe - well, maybe not all of us.

We wandered around the various bars and tourist traps for most of the evening and then started our for the main attraction. We got to the “Cantina Exotica” just before midnight. I am sure the name was just to attract American tourists, but it pretty well described the entertainment inside the place. It was everything that you would expect - dark, smokey, smelly, badly lit, over priced, with loud music blaring from a really bad sound system. But most of all there were naked girls dancing on stage in the only well-lit area of the cantina.

We ordered various local concoctions containing alcohol and settled down to watch the show. There were, of course, strip-teases of various sorts. Fat girls, tall girls, thin girls, athletic girls, young girls and old girls took off their clothing in the same mechanical motions with the same mechanical smile pasted on their faces. After a few hours Vicki leaned over to me and said, “I thought you said they had interesting shows. This is starting to get boring.” I replied, “The good show starts in about another hour. Have another drink.” And I bought a round for everyone.

Shortly after the drinks arrived, the MC, a rather greasy looking man in a 1950's style tuxedo, walked out into the spotlight and announced, “Ladies and Gentleman. Our main acts are about to begin. I assure you that these activities are illegal, even here in Mexico, so no photography is allowed and no video. Of course, if you want pictures or video of these acts, pictures and video that does not show any customers faces or mine is available at the bar. And now, for your pleasure, we present our Circus of Fornication.”

Two performers came out into the spot light. One was a relatively young girl. The other was a rather large Mexican man. They began to move across the stage in a choreographed response to the music. As they danced, the man began to rip various pieces of clothing from the young girl. She was acting like she was afraid and calling out to the audience to save her from this horrible man. Finally she was totally naked. In one sudden movement the man ripped all of his clothing from his body. He was quite a specimen, very athletic, very muscular, and very well hung. Upon seeing the massive size of his member, the young girl started saying, “No, no, no, no, no, no,” but the man reached out and grabbed her by the hips and turned her around so that she was facing away from him. He then pushed on her back to bend her over and suddenly thrust himself into and began pumping. As he pumped in time to the music, she continued to almost sing, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” also in time to the music. Soon they were both sweating and gasping, but still pumping and yelling in time to the music. Suddenly she stopped yelling no and started yelling, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” getting louder and shriller with each beat of the music. Finally she screamed a loud, “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssss,” and slumped forward putting her hands on the floor in front of her. The man was no longer pumping in time to the music, but pumped frantically into her. Finally he stopped, and the music stopped, and the spotlights went out.

After a moment of silence, the cantina erupted in applause and the MC came back onto the stage. “I am glad you enjoyed our the first act of our Circus of Fornication, but keep in mind this is a circus, and so I present to you Chiquita and Lobo.”

The lights came up again on stage as a young girl came out on stage carrying something that looked a little like a step stool, only longer. She set in down in the middle of the stage and then whistled. A large dog that looked somewhat like a cross between a German shepherd and wolf came out on stage. It immediately came over to her and began nuzzling at her legs. “Oh, you are anxious, aren’t you Lobo?’ she said, and then began to remove her clothing. She was dressed in what might have been a school uniform in one of the local schools. The dog became more and more excited as she stripped down to just a pair of plain white underpants. Then turning to the audience she said, “Do you want to see this?” The audience yelled back, “Yes!”

“Lobo eats a lot of dog food and that is very expensive.”

Coins began pounding onto the stage from each of the tables. Chiquita looked down at the floor and said, “You can do better than that. How will Lobo keep up his strength.” A second rain of coins hit the stage. “Much better,” she said, and slipped off her panties and walked over to the strange looking steps. She knelt down and stretched herself over the top step and held on to the single step on the other side. Then she whistled again.

Lobo knew exactly what to do. He came running across the stage and buried his snout in Chiquita’s pussy. He began licking furiously as Chiquita began speaking to him in Spanish. Finally she yelled one word and Lobo mounted her and thrust forward trying to enter her. I could then see the purpose of the platform. It put her at exactly the right height, and gave some place for Lobo to place his paws other than Chiquita’s back. A dog fucks very rapidly and soon Chiquita was howling like a bitch in heat. Maybe it was just part of the act; maybe it was needed to keep Lobo going; or maybe she was just that turned on by what was occurring. Final he stopped thrusting and hugged tightly to Chiquita’s back.

After a minute or two, the announcer came back on stage and said, “As you know, it will take a few minutes for Lobo’s knot to go down. So, let’s use this opportunity to get some more drinks from the bar and calm ourselves down a little. I don’t know about you, but I found Chiquita’s act very arousing, didn’t you?” The audience replied with resounding applause and cheers.

About ten minutes later, Lobo pulled himself out of Chiquita and walked offstage. She stood up and the walked around the stage picking up the coins. She made sure to squat at each edge of the stage to pick up coins so that the audience could see the dog cum leaking from her swollen pussy. I really wondered how she could possibly do three shows each night.

A few moment later - girl in a peasant dress walked on stage leading a small donkey. “Oh, it is so hot today, my little burrito, she said to the donkey. She took off the heavy poncho-like covering which she had been wearing and draped it over the donkey. There is no one around and I am so sweaty, if it would only rain, I could take of this dress and clean myself in the rain.”

She then turned to the audience and said in what sounded like a Brooklyn accent, “In case you don’t get it folks, that is your cue to throw coins onto the stage.”

The audience responded with laughter and a shower of coins. The girl looked about the stage, “Oh, such a small shower. I was hoping that I could refresh myself, but I guess I will have to wait for another day.” She then again began to walk the donkey around the stage. Another shower of coins fell onto the stage. “Oh, such a beautiful rain shower. There is no one around to see me, so I think I will wash myself in the rain.”

With that she took off her peasant dress. Like many of the true peasants of the area, there was nothing under the dress but her. She walked around picking up coins from the stage and began to rub them against herself like she was washing with them. “Oh, the rain feels so good against my body,” she said. Then she started rubbing the coins between her legs. She turned toward the audience and smiled and said, “I need to be careful washing there. I am so easily turned on. Oh, oh, oh, I knew I should have been more careful. Now I am clean, but all hot and horny and there is no one around but you, my little burrito.”

“Would you want to help out your horny mistress, little burrito?” she said as she began to rub the burro’s sides. Her hands wandered under the burro’s belly and began to rub his sheathed cock. Soon it was beginning to extend out almost to the ground.

“Oh, that is so big. I don’t know if I could ever take that inside of me,” she said in mock alarm, but at the same time she began to move under the donkey so that she was on her knees beneath him with her body pulled tight like she was going to do a cannon ball into a swimming pool. She then lifted her ass and pushed backwards against the donkey’s stiff prick. I don’t know how many times she had done this, but she knew what she was doing and so did the burro. He just stood there as she impaled herself on his massive member. Then he began to thrust his whole body forward as she thrust back against him. “Oh, yes. Oh, yes,” she continued to cry out until suddenly the burro brayed and jumped slightly forward pushing her slightly across the stage. He then stood still as she pulled herself forward and off of his now limp penis.

“Oh thank you, my little burrito,” she said. “You have put out my inner fire.” With that she began to walk around the stage picking up coins. Like Chiquita, she made sure to squat in front of each portion of the stage while she was picking up coins so that the audience could see her gaping cunt and the huge quantities of donkey cum pouring out of it.

After she had picked up all the coins, she led the donkey off the stage and the MC came back into the spotlight. “Whoa,” he shouted. “Now I think that I could use a little shower myself. But our circus is not over. We are going to have a couple of dancers on stage while we prepare the final act of the circus, so why don’t you call your waitresses over and order a few more drinks before we watch Regina Repltilia.”

Three strippers came bouncing onto the stage and the music began to bump and grind. I could see in the dim light that several of the boys had their hands under the table and the girls next to them were squirming and wiggling and trying not to cry out. One girl seemed to be missing until I saw her ankles under the table. From the look on her boyfriends face, it was obvious what she was doing. Susan, Vicki, and Toni, however, were just sitting there with rather dazed looks on their faces as if they had way to much to drink. Actually they had been very careful about how much they were drinking. I think they were afraid that we might get them drunk and do something to them to punish them for they betrayal.

They were partially right. We were going to punish them for their betrayal, but we weren’t going to get them drunk. Why risk the unpredictable effects of alcohol when the effects of the drugs I had available to me were very predictable. They were going to be more or less in a stupor until exactly when I wanted them to be.

The announcers voice suddenly cut through the chaos of the club, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, Regina Repltilia.” With that a glass cage-like platform was rolled onto the stage. It was about 8 feet square and 6 feet high and was filled about two feet deep with snakes of all sizes and descriptions. “Ladies and gentlemen, we do not want to startle the snakes with the sound of coins at this time, so the dancers are going to pass among you with baskets. Remember that the sound of coins might startle the snakes and you will never get to see Regina’s act so put folded money in the baskets. Be generous and be quiet and you will see an act that you will talk about for years to come.”

With that scantily clad dancers began to circulate among the tables. On stage the snakes stirred as a hand reached up from under the pile. It was obviously a woman’s hand that moved and swayed as if it was a cobra getting ready to strike. The baskets soon filled to overflowing with paper money. After the last of the dancers had retreated from the tables, the announcer said, “Regina, we are ready,” and the club was filled with the sound of Egyptian snake charming music.

I have to say, she was good. She literally slithered around the glass enclosure slowly rising to her feet and swaying in time with the music. Then she picked up one of the smaller snakes and swayed with it in her hands as she slowly lowered it and rubbed it against her pussy. I don’t know what kind of snake it was, but it must have liked dark, wet places, because as soon as Regina pushed its head inside of her, it slithered inside with no further pushing. Regina swayed and moved as it entered her, its tail hanging down between her legs growing shorter and shorter until it was totally inside of her.

Several girls at the table said “Eeww,” but others watched with wide-eyed unbelief as Regina picked up snake after snake and fed them into her love canal. She then picked up one oddly colored snake and began to rub it with some kind of grease. The snake responded by getting stiffer and stiffer until she could hold it out in her had like a wand. She lay back down in the midst of the snakes and lifted her feet and put them against the glass. Then tail first, she began pushing the small snake into her ass. I don’t know what kind of snake it was or how she did it, but it was truly impressive. Finally there was nothing but it’s head sticking out from between her asscheeks.

Regina stood back up and reached down into the pile of snakes on the floor of the cage. This time she grabbed two of the largest snakes and held them up to her shoulders. They both began to wrap around her body and legs as she swayed and swayed in time with the music.

The music became much softer and the announcer’s voice came over the speakers in almost a whisper. “Now ladies and gentlemen, if you want to see the greatest finale to any act of any time or in any place, now is the time to gather together all of the coins that you have at your table. When I say now, throw them so that they hit the glass cage. You will see something that you will never see again.

Considering that I didn’t think I would ever see what I just seen ever again, I was intrigued by what might happen. We gathered together all of the coins that we had among us and when the announcer counted down, “Three, two, one, THROW!” we threw them as hard as we could against the glass cage on stage.

The snakes went wild and began thrashing and flailing within the enclosure. The two snakes that were wound around Regina’s body began to squeeze and the snake poking his head out of her ass began to thrash and her stomach began to ripple and wave as the snakes within her also went wild. They started coming out of her one after another. The snake in her ass also started to slither its way out of her body and she stopped swaying and suddenly stood rigid with her legs spread wide and her head thrown back in what was obviously a tremendous orgasm. The audience went wild with cheering and applause.

The MC stepped onto the stage as several stage hands ran out and pushed the glass cage back behind the curtains. “We only have a few moments to get those pythons unwound from around Regina or there might not be a two o’clock show,” he said. And then he lifted a hand toward the center of the curtains and said, “Put your hands together for the one and only Regenia Reptilia!”

Regina came out onto the stage and bowed. Then she, like the other performers, began picking up coins from the stage. Also like the other performers, she would squat at the edge of the stage in all directions so that everyone could see her cunt. The gasps from the tables indicated that as she did so people could see the small snake poking its head through her cunt lips and flickering its tongue at the audience.

The MC came back onto the stage and announced, “Remember, we have one more performance this evening and it will be a special performance for all of you who are here on Spring Break. Come back for the final show or just sit and enjoy our dancers and drinks from the bar. If any of you need someplace to rest and refresh yourselves” - wink, wink, wink, - “there is a nice little hacienda around the corner which rents rooms by the hour with the beds empty or furnished” - wink, wink, wink, - “in whatever style or color you might desire” - wink, wink, wink, wink, wink.

Several of the couples at the table said, “We will be back in an hour or so,” and left to go around the corner. One of the frat guys also said, “I think I will check out the local colors and furnishings,” and also left. Susan, Vicki, and Toni and I and a few others remained at the table.

I turned to them and said, “Girls, you were wondering what punishment you might receive for betraying delta house. We aren’t here by accident tonight. I arranged for this before we ever left the states. You are going to be stars tonight. Susan, you are working with Chiquita and Lobo. Vicki, I think you will work well with little burrito. And Toni, Regina Reptilia has something special in mind for you.” Their eyes widen as I spoke to them, but their attempts to get up from the table merely resulted in them sliding back into their chairs. “Looks like the traitorous threesome has had a little too much to drink.” The rest of the delta girls just laughed.

At about 1:30 several of the stage hands and a couple of the dancers came over to the table. “Oh, it looks like it is time for you girls to get ready for your acts,” I announced. And then I handed a large wad of cash over to the MC. Susan, Vicki, and Toni were taken backstage.

When 2:00 o’clock came, the announcer began his introduction of the main acts. “Ladies and Gentelmen. Tonight, in honor of spring break, we are presenting a special performance of our Circus of Fornication. Normally we do not allow pictures or video of the acts. For this one performance, and for the one performance only you can take all the pictures and video you desire. We begin with Chiquita and Lobo.”

There was the customary applause as Chiquita came out on stage. She began her act as usual, but when she got down to just her white panties and had suckered the audience out of two throws of coins, she said, “No, I don’t think so. Tonight we are going to let Lobo fuck a real bitch.” As she said that a stage hand walked onto the stage with a leash. At the end of the leash, crawling on all fours was Susan. Her body had been painted to look like a dalmatian and there were little dog ears on her head. She looked around like she didn’t know where she was. She probably didn’t. The stage hand took her over to the fucking steps and set her properly in place. Then he reached into his pocket, took out a syringe and stuck it into her buttocks. The drug he injected would do two things. One it would wake her up from her stupor, and two it would make her so horny that she would fuck a doorknob, or in this case a dog. If you have enough money and the right contacts, yes there is such a thing as “Spanish fly,” or at least its modern chemical equivalent.

Chiquita whistled and Lobo paused, confused at first, but man or dog, pussy is pussy and soon he was humping away at Susan. At first her eyse were wide with panic, but very soon they were wide with lust and she pushed back against Lobo’s thrusts. Lobo finished and the MC announced the intermission while Lobo’s knot went down, but on stage Susan continued to thrust back against the dog topping again and again in orgasm.

Finally Lobo pulled loose and trotted off stage. Chiquita came back on stage totally naked and began to lead Susan around the stage as she picked up the coins. At each edge of the stage, she would squat next to Susan so that everyone could get a picture of her cunt and Susan’s face. Then she would make Susan turn around so people could see and photograph Susan’s dripping cunt.

I was wondering how the peasant girl was going to work Vicki into her act when she came out on stage. This time she had two ropes in her hand. One led the burro. The other led Vicki who was body was painted like a burro. She had huge, comical ears on her head. The act went as is had before up the point where the peasant girl began to wash with the coins. At that point she turned to the donkey and said, “I am all clean and refreshed and you are not relieved. Maybe this little burrita could help you.” With that she moved Vicki into position under the burro and moved her so that the burro’s prick was inside her. Then she injected Vicki with the same drug concoction that had been used on Susan. It took effect almost immediately and Vicki began to buck and push against the donkey’s huge prick. I think it startled the donkey because he started to bray and buck. Vicki was moaning and bucking back against him until he reached his peak and began to push her across the stage. Finally the burro pulled out leaving Vicki still pushing and thrusting on the ground.

“Oh, little burrita still isn’t satisfied, said the peasant girl, and reached into a bag on the burro’s side and pulled out a large cucumber or squash. She thrust it into Vicki and pushed and twisted until Vicki yelled out and fell flat on the floor. She then picked up the leash and led Vicki around the stage, the large vegetable still protruding from her cunt. After stopping to pick up the coins and allow for photos they both left the stage.

The MC now began his spiel about Regina Reptilia. The dancers passed among the tables and collected the baskets full of bills and the music began. Things in the cage didn’t look all that different until Regina stood and began to sway. After filling her cunt and ass with the snakes, she reached down into the slithering pile and pulled Toni to her knees. You really couldn’t see Toni before that because she was painted like a snake all over her body. Evidently Toni had already been injected with the drug because she was rubbing herself with her hands and sliding the snakes over her breast and cunt. Regina picked up several of the small snakes and held them up to the audience. Then she began pushing them into Toni’s cunt. Handful after handful of snakes were put into Toni. Finally Regina picked up another of the strangely colored snakes and wiped it to make it stiff. Then she thrust it into Toni’s puckered ass. After this, Regina pulled Toni to her feet and pulled her face to face against her. Then she reached down and lifted up the two huge pythons and let them begin to curl around both of them. After the snakes were well entwined around the two women, Regina bent forward and gave Toni a very, very deep kiss.

It was at that point that the announcer called for the storm of coins. As the coins hit the glass, the snakes again went wild and so did both of the girls. Snakes were sliding out of both of their cunts and the snake in Regina’s ass slithered down her leg. Still entwined and still in a deep kiss, the two were then wheeled back off stage. After a few moments, the MC gestured toward the center of the stage and called out, “Put your hands together for the one and only Regenia Reptilia, and her pet snake for the night, Toni!”

With that, Regina came out onto the stage leading Toni who was crawling along on her belly, almost slithering across the stage. As they got to the edge of the stage, Regina pulled Toni up to her hands and knees. When she turned her around, you could still see the head of a small snake peeking out of not only her cunt, but also her ass. The crowd went wild with applause and many scampered close to the stage to take pictures.

We took the girls back to the motel dressed, or undressed as they were. The drugs had more or less worn off and they were starting to realize what was going on around them, so they were starting to try to cover up or hide behind some of the other girls, but they wouldn’t let them. We walked through the lobby of the hotel and got our keys from the night desk clerk, he looked at the three and shook his head. As he handed out our keys, I could hear him muttering, “North Americans.”

The next morning, we held a Delta House meeting and told Susan, Toni, and Vicki that they were out. No one who betrays the house can ever be forgiven. They would be allowed to travel back to school with us, but they had to have everything out of the house by nightfall after we got back.

All three broke into tears. Toni said that she would have us arrested. She actually tried to press charges with the local police, but the Mexican authorities already had copies of the videos and said that there was nothing that showed that they were not doing all of this on their own. When we got back to the states, Toni tried to bring charges against me, but the police there told her politely that even if there was a crime, it wasn’t in their jurisdiction and there was nothing that they could do.

Finally, however, she found someone who would listen to her. Believe it or not, she took a copy of the video to the local PETA chapter who filed charges against me for animal cruelty. They didn’t care what had happened to the girls, but that poor dog and that poor burro and those poor snakes were being exploited. Evidently animal cruelty doesn’t have the same jurisdictional considerations as human cruelty so I had to appear in court. It took a hefty donation to the local PETA chapter get things straightened out and they finally withdrew their complaint.

I saw Susan and Vicki at some PETA protests a few years later. They looked very good painted up as cows. I wondered if they found any bulls to satisfy them. I wasn’t sure what had happened to Toni, but I was told that she now had a pet corn snake that was about 4 feet long and a ball python that was well over six feet long.

END OF CHAPTER THIRTEEN

1SaM’s Place

Chapter Fourteen- Psycho Bitch

By The Technician

BDSM, Humiliation, Catfight F/F

Another jurywoman stood. “Evelyn, it has been said that revenge is a dish best served cold. For you last story, tell us of a time when you waited a long time to put someone in their place.”

Evelyn smiled, “Would 20 years be long enough?” She continued, “The insult happened when I was a senior in high school, but my revenge had to wait until our 20th high school reunion a few years ago. Oh dear, I am telling my age, aren’t I?”

Pauline and Penelope were co-editors of the high school year book. Most people called them Paula and Penny, but I called them P and P and a lot of other names. They were always looking down on me. They thought I wasn’t equal to them and had always tried to turn my friends against me. We spent twelve years in school trading insults and trying to destroy each other. I thought I was ahead until the yearbooks came out.

Because of a delay in printing, the yearbooks arrived late. School was already over and we had already graduated before they arrived. We all had to come back to the high school to pick them up. I found out later, that there had not been a printing delay. Pauline and Penny had somehow convinced the printers to ship them late. They had a way of convincing people to do things that I could never understand. They didn’t bribe or threaten, they just persuaded. In any case the yearbooks were late and we all came back to school one Saturday afternoon to pick them up.

There was the typical running around getting all of your friends to sign your book and all of that, but then people started looking at me and giggling. I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t know what it was. I looked through the book very carefully and finally found what P and P had done. On page 57 there was a picture of the school play. It was me in one of my staring scenes. The description of the play beneath it read normally unless you looked at just the first word of each line. I don’t know how long it had taken them to come up with the proper wording to create this, but reading downward from the picture it said, “Evelyn the psycho bitch.”

I stormed up to the office and demanded that the yearbooks be taken back and reprinted, but the principal said, “I’m sorry Evelyn, it is obviously just an accident of wording and formatting.”

P and P had publicly humiliated me, and there was nothing I could do about it.... then.

Paula and Penny both married into other big money families and then moved out of town. I sort of lost track of them, but never forgot what they did to me. I realized that if I was going to show them up in front to our classmates, it had to be done at a class reunion, and it would have to be something big. It took me several reunions to get on the planning committee and then a few more to make sure that I was the MC for the evening. With my prompting we decided to have an old fashioned reunion in the School gym for our 20th reunion - a real trip down memory lane. It took a little money and persuasion, but we even got a liquor license for the evening.

I used some of my contacts in Hollywood to have two very passable stage masks made for me that looked exactly like Paula and Penny. Since we were all about the same height and build, once I was made up in one of those masks, all that would be needed would for me to have the same dress on as either of them and from a distance no one would be able to tell us apart.

Finding out exactly which dress a woman is going to wear to a reunion sounds impossible, but when you know that they are going to try to impress people and you can bribe even high-fashion designers, it can be done. Not only did I know what they were going to be wearing, I had exact duplicates of the dresses. I was ready.

The night of the reunion came and it was time to call upon my friends and their chemical skills. I had two different drugs for the evening. It was just a matter of getting them into the proper drinks. The first drug was for their husbands. It had two actions, first it made you piss like a firehose, and secondly it knocked you off your ass like you were drunk.

I began with Paula’s husband. I casually stopped to talk with him and as I spoke, I spiked his drink. I knew I only had about 15 minutes so as soon as I was done, I hurried out to the classroom where the makeup artist was waiting. Ten minutes later I was Penny, waiting outside the men’s restroom. It wouldn’t really fool someone in bright daylight, but I only had to fool a drunken husband in the dim light of the hallway.

Paula’s husband came hurrying out of gym and into the restroom. As he came back out, I grabbed his arm. “Have you ever missed that one chance we had to make love in the hideout under the stage?” I asked. “Now is our one and only chance.” He may or may not have ever had the chance to nail Penny under the stage, but the second half of the drug had kicked in and as they say, “A stiff prick has no conscience.”

A few minutes later, he and I, or should I say, he and Penny were going at it in the little room under the stage. As soon as we were finished I said, “Let me leave first so no one suspects.” He sort of grunted an OK and I left, returned to the makeup room and became me again.

I was back in the gym before he was and when he came in I could tell from the expression on his face that he wasn’t sure what had just happened or what, if anything, he would ever tell his wife. It was time to drop the spike on Penny’s husband.

Everything worked exactly the same, except when we went into the hideout under the stage, I was Paula.

What neither of them knew was that our secret little trysts were caught on low light video and were at this minute being processed into a very interesting DVD.

Now everything was primed and ready. As a finale to the evening, I was supposed to introduce a memory segment that would show scenes from our high school days leading up to scenes from our lives today. I had very carefully made sure that I had nothing to do with the gathering, editing or creation of these photos and videos. I wanted to be able to claim total innocence when the shit hit the fan. In reality, I had paid off the video company and everything that happened was strictly the way I wanted it to be. They had an “original master” and plenty of original copies to prove that someone had to have substituted everything, so they were in the clear even though it was really them doing all the work.

There was one more thing I had to do before I started the trip down memory lane. I had to spike both Paula’s and Penny’s drinks. This was an interesting drug which acts on the anger center. Given the proper stimulation, a person under the effect of this drug will totally loose control. Once they start to get angry, they will go out of control into a frenzy of anger. It was sort of like setting a bear trap and then waiting for something to trigger it.

I set the trap, and I had the trigger. I walked up to the microphone. “If everyone will please watch the big screen at the end of the room, the committee has prepared a special memory DVD for our class. There is a copy for each of you on the side table, so please remember to pick one up before you leave this evening.”

What was on the table were true copies of what would soon appear on the screen. The labels were done in advance, and high speed duplicators had spit out the necessary number of copies in short order. This was my moment of revenge.

The DVD began playing and at first it was generic images and short videos. People were more or less paying attention when a picture of me appeared on the screen. It was the picture from the yearbook that had originally started all of this. The description wasn’t with it, but everyone remembered the infamous words and soon there was a buzz of conversation drowning out the music behind the slides. That buzz dropped quickly to total silence as the next scenes came on the screen. The sweet background music stopped and was replaced by the sounds of sex. The images on the screen were green and a little grainy, but they were obviously Penny, with her designer dress bunched up around her waist, screwing Paula’s husband. Paula began to shout something at Penny when the scene changed and now it was Paula, also with her clearly identifiable dress bunched up around her waste, screwing Penny’s husband.

Both erupted. Penny was using language that I didn’t think she knew and Paula was kicking and screaming and clawing at Penny’s face and dress. Someone yelled, “Catfight!” and people began to clear an area around the fighting women.

Why is it that when women fight the first thing they do is try to tear off each other’s clothes?

Pretty soon both Paula and Penny were down to their underwear. The bras went shortly thereafter and despite their husbands fumbling attempts to keep them apart, their bottoms shortly followed. Several of the men at the reunion were shouting encouragement or taking pictures. Most of the wives were asking their husbands to try to stop them. Everyone, however, just stood around and watched the two naked women roll on the ground.

A security officer came running into the gym and tried to pull they apart. He managed to get them to their feet, but was shortly decked by Paula, or perhaps it was Penny. He slid away from the women as they rolled back onto the floor pulling hair and screaming at each other. He pulled his radio microphone close to his mouth to be heard over the din and called for help.

A few minutes later several police officers came hurrying into the gym. They grabbed the girls and got them separated, but with the drug roaring through their systems, P and P were far from calmed down. Penny made the mistake of trying to punch one of the officers and then trying to unsnap the holster of his gun. A loud pop followed by a sizzling sound made it clear that one of the other officers had unleashed a tazer. Penny went down and lay on the floor shaking and quivering. It was obvious from the wet spot between her legs that she had pissed herself, but she still tried to get up to attack Paula. More police finally arrived and both girls were eventually subdued. One of the female officers pulled tablecloths from nearby tables and wrapped them around the still cursing women.

I walked up to the microphone and said simply, “Officers, get those psycho bitches out of here.”

I still watch that DVD and the video of that fight every so often just for the warm-all-over feeling that it gives me.

END OF CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

1SaM’s Place

Chapter Fiveteen- Final Judgement

By The Technician

BDSM. Bondage, Humiliation, Electro-torture, MMMFFF/F

Sam spoke. “Would the jury please present their verdict.”

Evelyn sat smugly in the witness box, sure of what the verdict would be. She sipped at the water glass which Sam had kept refilled for her during her long interview. She glanced at the glass for a moment, unsure of whether the odd taste was the water or the excitement of the moment. The various members of the jury passed small tablets to one of the jurywomen who stood and stepped forward to stand in front of Evelyn.

“Evelyn Fitzpatrick, we of the jury find that you do, indeed, deserve to be a permanent part of SaM’s Place.”

Evelyn smiled, or at least she tried to; her face would not form the smile.

The jurywoman continued, “As you have so clearly shown by your own statements, all of your attempts to dominate others have been made possible by your daddy’s money, and not by any inner strength of your own. Also, although you have crushed many people, you have never broken any of them to serve and obey you. No one has ever looked you in the eye and proclaimed, ‘I submit’ or ‘I am your slave forever.’”

Evelyn suddenly became worried and tried to look over at Sam, but found that she could no longer turn her head.

“We have therefore concluded that you are just a sadistic, power-hungry, bitch who through money, drugs and influence has been able to hide the fact that she is by nature merely the lowliest of slaves.”

Evelyn tried to take a sip of water to wet her suddenly dry mouth, but her hands would not move.

“Actually we knew this long before you every began to speak.” With that, the jurywoman took off her mask. It was Linda Martin. The other members of the jury began to take off their masks.

Fear gripped Evelyn as she recognized Stella and Gwen and Paula and Penny and David and Frank and Susan and Vicki and Toni and Diane and Joyce. A small, oriental woman walked in from the darkness. She stood directly in front of Evelyn. “It is pronounced ‘Chee-ong’” she said, and then spat in Evelyn’s face. As she moved back toward the darkness a young Chinese gentleman joined her and took her arm in his as they walked away together.

Sam got up from his seat at the judge’s bench and walked out in front of Evelyn. “I don’t think you realize, how fitting it is that you become a permanent part of SaM’s place, Evelyn. After all, SaM’s place exists because of you.”

“Long ago I decided to create a club for true masters based on revenge for wrongs done. All of the slaves here were once like you. People who thought themselves powerful just because they had money or position, but in fact they were nothing but sniveling slaves waiting to be put in their place.”

“ All along, I had you in mind when I started this club, but until now, the time wasn’t right. I had to build up the club slowly. I cultivated contacts with people who had money and power and, most of all, were in their hearts and minds masters of their lives, not just slaves who had been given power by their daddies or mommies. I helped them feel the satisfaction of a true master’s revenge on a slave who does not know his or her place. Since the club has become known - or should I say has become infamous - I have had a few fathers turn in their own sons or daughters when they recognized what they had spawned. I also have had a few wives or husbands turned over to me for similar reasons.”

“Originally I was judge and jury, but as I investigated your life, I found those whom you thought you had defeated, but had never conquered. They, too, were waiting for the right time to exact their revenge. They, too, could see the vison of SaM’s place.”

“Slowly I gathered together this jury. We judged each person carefully and only after much research, but we all knew in our hearts that each time we held court, it was you whom we were judging. It was you whom we were waiting for. It was you who fueled the desire for revenge within the depth of our being. As we waited for the time of revenge that must surely come, each of us put our money and our power and prestige behind the project until now it is more powerful than any one person anywhere in the world.”

The jury members took off their robes to reveal black leather outfits similar to what had been worn by the masters inside the club. They approached Evelyn and lifted her up from her chair. She tried to resist, but was unable to move.

Sam continued, “Isn’t it ironic that you, who so often used drugs to subdue your victims, are yourself subdued by a drug. Actually, it is a rather complex drug made up of many different parts that have to be administered in a specific order. That is why the trial. That is why we kept you talking so that your mouth would dry out and you would keep drinking water. Each time I refilled your water glass, I was giving you a different dose of the drug. There are many effects from these drugs, but the most significant are that you cannot move, but can feel everything; your muscles will remain in any position we pose them, but will respond to pain or electric shock; you will soon be consumed with raging sexual need, but will never be able to climax; and perhaps most importantly, at all times your mind will be totally clear so that you can fully appreciate what is being done to you.”

The members of the jury began to cut Evelyn’s clothing from her body. Somehow she managed a desolate moan. After she was totally naked, they carried her to the center of the room where a large, strange-looking platform had been wheeled in. There were steel high-heeled shoes on the platform and a long, apparently hollow, pole extending up to slightly higher than Evelyn’s waist. The tip of the pole was slightly tapered. One of the jury opened a small tube and began to spread some sort of clear lubrication on the tip of the pole. Then Evelyn was lifted up and impaled on the pole. When finally in place with the pole firmly in her ass, her feet were strapped into the metal shoes.

Next nipple clamps with a series of bells hanging from them were attached to each nipple and several strings of lights were wound around her. One end of each string was connected to a something on the platform, the other end was connected to a large metal dildo which was pushed roughly into her cunt. Evelyn’s eyes widened in fear as she realized that she was on a platform identical to the ones she had seen at the entrance to the club.

“Before you are set in place,” said Sam, “I think there is something you should know. My name isn’t Sam. It is Thomas... Thomas Barrington. After you got my dad fired, he began drinking very heavily. One day he couldn’t take it any more and shot my mother and himself. I found them when I came home from school. Because of you, I lived through the hell of foster homes and institutions and the only thing that kept me going was the thought of this day of revenge. I have a doctorate in electronic engineering and several patents for some highly useful and lucrative items. That is how I became rich, but you are why I became rich. I became rich because I knew that I needed to be rich and powerful in order to find you and make you pay for every rotten thing that you did in your petty and insignificant life.”

“Oh, and Evelyn, in case you think that someone is looking for you, you are not the only one with connections with Hollywood makeup artists. The security tapes of the parking garage will show you driving in and going up in the elevator to the restaurant next to the mall. It is also a rather exclusive club, but is more or less public. There you met a very handsome young man with whom you left a few hours later. In the morning you will call into work and say that you are taking some long-deserved vacation time. You and your new lover will fly first class to the Bahamas and after several marvelous days on the beach in full sight of everyone, you will fly from there to Africa for a safari adventure. Unfortunately, both of you will be killed in a dreadful accident shortly after embarking on your romantic adventure. The bodies will never be found.”

Evelyn tried to comprehend what was happening to her and what Sam had just told her. He continued, “From this moment on, Evelyn Fitzpatrick no longer exists. Your slave name is ‘Wendy.’ Your slave number is ‘308.’”

He continued, “You may have noticed that we did not blindfold you. You will soon realize that this was not an oversight. We want you to see each person who comes into the club. I want you to look at true masters and learn your place as a true and utter slave. Hopefully someday you will be able to earn you way up to the kitchen or perhaps become a server or performer in the club. Until then....”

Sam pushed the platform into a niche in the wall. One of the jurymen lifted Evelyn’s arms and placed them in the manacles which hung from the ceiling of the enclosure. Then Sam closed a glass door and Evelyn felt the platform rising into the darkness.

She tried to move, but could not. She tried to call out, but could not. Finally the platform stopped. All was dark and quiet for a long time when suddenly her body was wracked with pain as the lights began flashing and the bells hanging from her nipples began ringing and ringing and ringing and ringing.

The wall in front of her had become transparent and through the glass she could dimly see a group of people standing at the entrance to the club. One of them was Sam. The members of her jury accompanied him. All were dressed in lavish evening clothes. Linda was holding down the large, white doorbell button. After several minutes, which seemed like hours to slave Wendy, Sam laughed and reached up and gently pulled down Linda’s arm. “I think they have heard us.” he said. “Shall we go in?”

END OF STORY

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