When the sexy, curvaceous Connie decided that she was too fat, nobody could convince her that she wasn't at all the ugly person she considered herself to be.
She spent days pouring over the ads in the newspapers for various health spas until she found one, the Sado Health Spa, in an isolated spot in the city. She decided to go on out and check it out as the price listed in the ad looked to be extremely attractive.
Connie was told that before she joined, she would be able to look the place over and take a day trial on the gym equipment, which sounded like a good idea to her. But she would not have agreed to that had she known what she was getting herself into.
The Sado Health Spa took its name from the owner and operator, Madame de Sado, a woman with strange ideas on how to run a health spa. If it looked more like a slave camp for young women, it was because it was that very thing.
The unsuspecting Connie entered this world where the word was given to Madame de Sado and the only word given to the slaves was: Yes.
Eventually, Connie began to realize just what type of place she had stumbled into and then struggled to regain her freedom. But each time she would protest, Madame de Sado would merely smile sweetly and place Connie at the mercy of yet another of her torturous devices designed not only to keep the girls in attractive shape, but also in order.
But even Madame de Sado had her shortcomings and her weaknesses and it didn't take long for Connie to find these and take advantage of them. And before long, it turned into a struggle between the two of them:
Madame de Sado for custody of her new slave and Connie for her freedom. Which woman would win?
CHAPTER ONE
"I am definitely too fat," said Connie to her office mates after a coffee break. "Just look at the way I spread when I sit down."
"Yeah, honey, we should all spread like you do," said Joanne, the girl at the next desk. "You're the best-looking girl in the steno pool and if I had a figure like yours, why, honey, I wouldn't question anything about it. In fact, I'd even eat hot fudge sundaes with every meal."
Connie was not impressed, however. She almost never was. There is a saying that if you think fat, you'll be fat no matter how thin you are. The fact that Connie had an incredibly nice body didn't seem to dawn on her at all. She thought she was fat, and as a result, fat she was.
"I've got to do something about it and real soon. You know? I mean, summer is getting close and I want to be able to go to the beach and have all the guys looking at me."
"Connie, all the guys are already looking at you."
"I know, and they're laughing at the way I'm so fat."
"I should look so fat and get such laughter. Connie, face it. You are thin and sexy and that's your curse. My curse is that I have to sit and listen to you all day long."
Connie sighed and looked at her typewriter. "Well, no matter what you say, I have got to go on a diet. I'm way too fat for anything but a fat farm. And I'm going to start looking for one as soon as possible. That's the only answer to my problem. The only answer."
"The only answer to your problem is a headshrinker," muttered Joanne.
Connie rushed down and picked up a newspaper.
"I'll bet there's a good place listed in here. You know, one of those health spas with 173 convenient locations around town sort of thing. Maybe I can even find one near me. Like that guy on TV. Maybe there's something here in the paper."
A new voice joined the crowd this time. It was Mrs. Zimmering, head stenographer.
"Current events are fine to catch up on. Do it on lunch."
She was gone as fast as she had appeared.
"Boy, she really can spoil a working girl's fun. Next time we strike, let's get it written in the contract that she gets transferred to the New Zealand office."
Joanne picked up a pile of contracts to be typed.
"What have you got against New Zealand?" she asked and went back to work.
Connie didn't get a chance to look at her newspaper until lunch. She sat with Joanne at the counter of a small luncheonette across the street from the office building they both worked in and looked at her paper. She had found a whole page of ads for spas and she was having a great time picking out which one she felt would work for her.
"Here's one that looks good except it's all the way out in Queens. Like around the airport."
"Which one?" asked Joanne as she munched on a hamburger. "Kennedy."
"That is a distance. If it was LaGuardia , you might be able to swing it, but Kennedy is such a distance to get out to, it probably isn't worth all the riding on the subway."
"You're telling me. But the price isn't bad. And they got a real strange name for the place. Sado Health Spas. I wonder what this Sado is."
"Probably the guy's name. He's probably Italian."
"Yeah, I guess so. And they say that the Italians know a lot about keeping the body in great shape. Look at the actresses they produce."
Joanne almost gagged on her hamburger. "I know who runs the place, I think. I'll bet it's that,-Sure,-ever hear of the actor Ron Sado? I'll bet it's him. All the stars are doing things like that. It's a bit thing for them to open a health spa. They do it all the time. I read about it in the paper not too long ago. Real big business. Almost like owning racing horses. Except most of them have chains and not single places like this one is, out in the middle of swamps near Kennedy Airport. It is a chain, isn't it?"
"No."
"Oh, then maybe it isn't the actor at all."
"Probably," said Connie. "I never heard of him at all."
"I guess you're right. I may have been thinking of someone else. Maybe I'm thinking of that rum. You know, the one who used to dance with Valentino or something."
"Well, there is one possibility that may work out."
"Which is?" asked Joanne. "I'm going out there after work and checking them out."
"But it's so far."
"Just an extra half hour on the subway. Not really a long way out when you think about it. Especially if it's going to make me look thin and sexy."
"You're already thin and sexy."
"You need stronger glasses, Joanne."
They ate the rest of their lunch in silence.
At approximately three minutes after the hour of five, a short but attractive blonde stepped from the office building and headed three blocks farther across town in order to catch the subway to Queens in order to get to the health spa. Perhaps it was the fact that Connie was only five feet four inches tall that made her feel like she was the fattest woman on earth. She didn't look fat at all. In fact, she looked beautiful. Her bright, blue eyes might have been able to offset her appearance had she been as heavy as she feared, but since she wasn't, they only served to accentuate her already good-looking features. She was not exactly the sort of person you'd expect to see entering a healthy spa to lose weight, but then, many of the women that go to health spas are not the sort that you'd expect to see losing weight, either. If weight is all in the mind, then it hangs heavier on some than on others and in the case of Connie, it was big enough to crush her.
The ride out to Queens went faster than Connie thought it would. And since it did, she was determined to take this place no matter what it turned out to be like. After all, she was in need of a place like this and here was one at a price she could afford and on the salary of a working girl in New York, that was a pretty good feat. She was ready to accept the Sado Health Spa even if it was located in the middle of an airport runway.
The Sado Health Spa was not located in the middle of a runway. It was located in the fringe area of a residential area about three vacant lots away from a small supermarket. Beyond the spa on the other side was field and marshland. It was only a few minutes walk from the subway, however, so it was like being out in the middle of nowhere with easy access to somewhere.
Connie walked up to the spa with a newspaper in her hand. She had the page open to their ad. The addresses and names matched and so she took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the spa. And then she went into the reception hall where she would begin an interview.
Why her twenty-year-old heart was pounding like it was amazed her, but she was a bit nervous. After all, this was the first time she'd ever attempted to do anything like this and it did seem to affect her. It wasn't anything she did every day and she knew it. She was afraid, true, but she was also eager to get into the swing of things. She also felt a strange feeling of comfort. And in a way, it even felt like the fat was beginning to roll off her body already.
Connie sat down in a stuffed chair next to a coffee table that held a number of magazines. Most of them had pictures of women, all of them with nice figures and all of them wearing leotards which only showed their nice figures to be even nicer figures. Connie tried to imagine herself in a magazine like this. To have a body so nice that it would be photographed and printed for all the world to see as an example of what the female body could become if ever given the chance. It was a pleasing thought and it carried her through the moments until the receptionist came into the room.
The receptionist was a dark-haired woman with a fabulous figure that began with two large, round and firm breasts and ended in a nice, firm round ass. She looked to be about thirty and had a sinister beautiful face. And she was dressed in a sort of leotard outfit except that this was made of leather instead of the usual nylon.
Connie stood when this woman entered the room.
"May I help you?" asked the woman.
"I saw your ad in the paper and I'm interested in joining the spa."
The woman smiled. "Good. I'm glad to see you're making such a wise choice. If you searched the city far and wide, you'd never come across a health spa quite like this one. Of course, I may be just a wee bit prejudiced, but I do think I can speak of our uniqueness without much fear of being contradicted. We are the only health spa of our sort."
"I don't think I quite follow what you mean," said Connie.
"Oh, you will, just as soon as you see just what it is we do here. Our method is not the most widely used one in the business, although I will say that we do find our results coming just as good, if not better than any of the other places you might go to. We take it from what a man in Europe had been developing. Well, we take his ideas, actually."
"What ideas?"
"I could explain them to you, but you'd never know what it was I was talking about until you saw it in action. Let it suffice to say that it has to do with stretching of the muscles to achieve the proper muscle tone."
"That's all well and good with toning muscles, but I want to lose some weight."
"That," said the woman, "is just what will happen. You'll lose weight and at the same time your muscles will tone up quite nicely. Stand up, if you will."
The woman's voice dripped with authority. Connie couldn't help but stand up.
"Extremely nice," said the woman in leather. "You'll do quite well here. There's a lovely body to work with. Your raw materials are just perfect. When we finish with you here at the Sado Health Spa, you'll know you've been worked over."
"I will?" asked Connie. She looked like an eager little girl then. She was hooked. The bait had been offered and was being taken.
The woman continued to speak.
"I run the place. I am Madame de Sado."
"Oh, so you're where the place gets its name. My girl friend and I were wondering about that."
Madame de Sado's eyes widened. "You have a girl friend?"
Connie shrugged. "Sure, doesn't everyone? Joanne. She sits at the desk next to me at the office in the steno pool."
Madame de Sado's eyes reverted back to their normal slits.
"I see what you mean, my dear. I thought you meant girl friend when you only meant girl friend."
"Yeah," said Connie, quite confused. Then it dawned on her. "Oh, I see what you mean. Oh, no, Joanne and me, we're just friends. I'm not like that at all."
"I see," said Madame de Sado with the smallest hint of a smile on her face.
"Let's get back to talking about the health spa," said Connie.
"Yes, the spa. I would like for you to experience a trial session here at your convenience to see if you like it. If you do, then we'll discuss money and programs. And if not, then there is no obligation. Does that sound agreeable to you?"
Connie felt a little drowsy from Madame de Sado's monotonic speech, but she had the strength to agree with the plan. And then she slipped into a strange sleep in which she heard nothing, but remembered everything. Almost everything. And should a certain event come to pass, she would remember nothing at all. And then, when she agreed to all conditions, she awoke and left the spa, telling Madame de Sado that she would return the next day for her trial session. And Madame de Sado smiled and said that she'd be ready. Would she ever!
CHAPTER TWO
"So they want you to try the place out first and then decide if you're going to go through with their program?" Joanne asked as she ate her usual lunchtime hamburger.
"Yeah," said Connie. "Seems like a good idea. And the thing I like about it the most is that now that it's the weekend, I can go on back tomorrow-Saturday-and start my regular workouts if I really like the place. And you know something? I think that I'm going to like it a whole lot. I just get this really good feeling from the place. I really think that I'm getting into the right thing."
"Well, you're the judge. I really can't say, especially after a name like Madame de Sado running the place. But if you really think that there is something good here for you, then go right ahead and get into it." Joanne punctuated her remark with another bite of her hamburger."
"Well, I'll let you know all about it when I see you Monday. I'd call you tonight, but you're going out of town, aren't you?"
"Yeah, Boston. Larry has a surprise for me. I think it's going to be an engagement ring because that's about the only surprise left that he could give me. And if it's all that important. I wonder why he can't come down to New York and give it to me instead of having me go all the way up to Boston."
"You flying?" said Connie. "No, I'm taking the train from New York, because he said he'd meet me at the train station. I don't particularly feel like taking the train when I can fly up there in no time at all, but he says to take the train and he'll meet me at the station when it gets in."
"How does he know what train you'll be on?"
"He told me which one to take."
"And what if you miss it?"
"So he'll have to wait a little while longer. That's all. If he wants me to come all the way up to Boston, he'll have to wait and take the good with the bad and all that stuff."
Connie ate her avocado sandwich in silence as she looked over at Joanne. It bothered her that Joanne was a dumpy-looking woman who was about to get married to a pretty decent-looking guy. It bothered her that a lot of dumpy-looking women got married to decent-looking guys. What would become of her when all the eligible women had gotten their hands on all the eligible men? What else? She'd sit and watch while the remaining men turned gay and left her in her apartment with a cat and a tank of goldfish. There was something better in life for her than that and she was determined to find it. Even if it means spending the rest of her life inside of a health spa. She was going to be beautiful and that was that. And the Sado Health Spa was just the place for it to happen.
The rest of the afternoon dragged by as if it had been run on slow motion. It was like running in water or being chased in a dream. Everything moves, but never fast enough.
When five o'clock finally did come, Connie ran to the subway a few blocks away and six eternities later reached it. She waited an endless five minutes till the train came in and then rode it out to Queens where it seemed it was never going to get. And then, a long and interminable half hour after she had left the office, she pushed open the door of the Sado Health Spa and entered. Madame de Sado was waiting.
Connie was not really surprised to see Madame de Sado waiting for her. She hadn't expected it, but then again, anything seemed possible. And this was just another instance of things happening that just happened and made no really deep impression. At any rate, not deep enough for scars. That might come later.
"Glad to see you made it," said Madame de Sado. "I hope you're ready for the grand tour and trial workout."
"I'm ready." Then Connie thought of something. "Silly me. I knew there was something I wasn't thinking about. Shouldn't I have worn or brought a gym suit?"
"Don't worry about that," said Madame de Sado.
"You supply that?"
"Better than that. We don't use them."
"Do you exercise in street clothes?"
"My dear," said Madame de Sado, "we don't use any clothes at all."
"You mean it's all done nude?"
Madame de Sado smiled. "It's the only way to exercise."
"Is it?"
"Oh, yes. And besides that, it works so well with our system, the one I was telling you about yesterday."
Connie thought for a moment. "Oh, yes. The system. Okay, if that's the way it works, then I'm game for it."
Connie thought she heard Madame de Sado say something about the fact that she certainly was, but she wasn't sure. Anyway, she was excited now. She wanted to get right into the activities. That was, after all, the reason she had come back to the de Sado Health Spa, wasn't it?"
"Well, then, if that's the case, why don't you come along and well get started?"
Connie nodded and they walked to the heavy iron door that separated the reception room from the rest of the health spa and into the waiting exercise palace.
The sounds of the room were not really unlike those of any other gym. There was the clanging of machines and the grunts and groans of the people using them and there were some humming noises from the machines that were electrically stimulated and not really anything else, well, that's hard to say. Connie thought some of the sounds seemed more like screams than grunts and groans, but they were sort of muffled and if they were really screams, she'd have heard them much louder and a lot more plaintive. These were neither.
"I'll show you some of the equipment and anytime you feel you want to jump right in, feel free to do so," said Madame de Sado.
"Oh, I will. I will. Don't worry about that."
Madame de Sado licked her lips and smiled. "No, I don't think that's going to be one of my worries."
The first piece of equipment they passed was not quite what Connie had expected to see. It was, in a sense, but there was something about it that seemed wrong. She'd seen stomach rollers before, but this one seemed different. The girl who was using it was not lying on the machine at all, well, she was, but she had been strapped. Heavy leather straps held her hands together in place while her legs were held fast to the legs of the table by iron rings. And the roller that caressed her stomach was not the soft roller she had been lead to expect. This one was spiked. And the girl who was on the machine seemed to be struggling to get out of it. To no avail.
Connie, however, looked at this and instead of knowing that something was amiss, was too much under the influence of Madame de Sado to say anything. All she knew was that something about the machine didn't seem right.
Madame de Sado picked this up immediately.
"I said that our methods here were different. This is just one of them."
"But those spikes," said Connie. "Doesn't it hurt her?"
"Oh, no! She loves ever minute of it!"
"She does?"
"Oh, yes. She's been on that machine for hours. And it's so good for her. When those spikes finish with her, she'll be in absolutely tiptop shape. She wants that. It's why she came here."
This was logic that seemed perfectly valid to Connie, so she didn't question it at all. After all, nobody was forcing the woman in the machine to be there. In fact, it even looked like fun. She wanted to try it herself.
Madame de Sado seemed to sense this, too, so she asked Connie if she might want to try it, too. Connie said that she'd love to and that would be fine, but what about the girl who was on the table already? Wasn't she having so much fun at it that it wouldn't be a good idea to stop her?"
"Don't worry about that. You're new here and you should have the chance. This bitch has been here for ages. She can give up her toy for just a little while."
Madame de Sado reached for the button to turn off the machine.
"You might as well take your clothes off," she said to Connie.
"Where do I do that?"
"Right here is fine. You can take them off here and I'll take care of them for you, hang them up nice and neat for you so that you can have them fresh as a daisy when you're ready to leave."
Madame de Sado made sure that Connie didn't see the smile that went with that remark. And she hid it by reaching down and turning off the machine. The roller moved gradually to a stop and then halted dead on the girl's bare, red stomach. Then Madame de Sado removed the straps that held the prisoner to the table and let her up. She had difficulty standing.
"Too much time on the machine, huh?" asked Connie.
"You could say," said Madame de Sado, "but you can't convince her of that."
The girl was just regaining her strength when she saw Connie.
"Don't stay here," she said. "Go before you're stuck here like I am. Don't be held prisoner like I am. Put your clothes back on and get out of here as fast as you can."
"See?" said Madame Sado as she pushed the girl away. "She is so much attached to the machine that she'll say anything to keep it away from anyone else. I have no idea why she loves it so much. One might almost think it's a phallic symbol. It probably is, too. There's so much about the mind that Freud didn't tell us back in those days."
Madame de Sado stood and sighed for a moment and then looked at Connie.
"And now it is time for you to try it out. Are you ready? Hmmm?"
Connie, now nude, nodded.
"Let me just take a look at you first and see where you need work." Madame de Sado stood back and looked at her new catch.
"Well, let me see. Breasts are quite firm." She said this as she placed one hand on each and kneaded them as a baker might do with dough for bread. Her touch was rough, but there was a certain good feeling in it. Connie said nothing about it, so Madame de Sado kept it up. And Connie's nipples began to get quite hard.
"Yes," said Madame de Sado. "Breasts are quite well-formed."
Next Madame de Sado moved her hand down to Connie's stomach which she fondled, having an absolutely marvelous time running her cold, feminine hand over the warm flesh of Connie. It was soft and supple and maybe just a touch flabby which is probably where Connie got the idea that she was getting fat.
Madame de Sado turned Connie around so that she faced her back and ran her hands over Connie's ass.
"A marvelous ass, my dear. Quite nice. It will look even better after we get through with it."
Then Madame de Sado thrust a hand at Connie's cunt and massaged it.
"There, too?" said Connie.
"Certainly. You want your whole body to be just right for whatever it is that you wish to do with it, don't you?"
Connie had to agree. It was quite obvious. That was, after all, the reason why she'd come to the health spa in the first place. And if she didn't want her whole body to be made into a mass of sexually pleasing flesh, then what good was it in the first place to have made the trip out to this place in the first place? Use some sense, Connie!
Madame de Sado continued to massage Connie's cunt while Connie stood there thinking about how nice it seemed. Maybe someday things would get a little more involved. If it did, that would be fine. And if now, that would be fine, too. Whatever will be, will be.
Madame de Sado next moved on to Connie's legs. She caressed the thighs and the calves and even stroked the kneecap which was something that Connie had never experienced before in her life and found to be rather pleasing for this first time of such activity. She wondered if she would ever feel it again. It turned her on marvelously. Truly marvelous. It was something that she never had thought much about, but then, there are many things in this world that people just don't think about. And this was one of them.
"And now you are ready for the machine," said Madame de Sado to Connie. "Are you ready?"
Connie nodded and stretched out on the machine's table. Madame de Sado arranged the girl on the surface in the best way she could and then gave her body one last massage. It felt great. And then she asked Connie if she was ready for the machine.
"I am in your hands," she said to Madame de Sado. The Madame merely rubbed her hands and licked her lips in anticipation. And then proceeded to strap Connie in.
The legs were the first to go into the straps.
"Is this necessary?" she asked.
"Absolutely," said Madame de Sado. "You do want the most completely workout on this that you can get, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, definitely."
"Then this is the thing that you must have done. If I don't strap you in, then it doesn't help as much as it would had I not strapped you in."
Then Madame de Sado went for the strap for the arms. She strapped Connie's wrists together and then pulled on a free end of the strap that wound around some pullies and things and tightened. She tightened until Connie gasped.
"Is that tight enough?" Madame de Sado asked.
"A little too tight, I think. Does it have to be like that?"
"Yes. Tighter, in fact."
Connie took a somewhat involuntary deep breath as Madame de Sado tightened it a little more."
"How's that?"
Connie didn't answer. Her breath had been taken away from her. All she could do was gasp. Lightly, at that.
"And now, my pretty, this is for you." Madame de Sado lowered the roller until the points were pressing into Connie's skin. Not lightly, either. These spikes were pressing into her. They hurt. Connie wanted to say it was on her body too hard, but she didn't have the breath to say it at all. In fact, all she had the breath to do at all was hold it in.
Those spikes! They weren't rubber at all like she had thought. They were metal. And they were pointed. They were sharp. And they were painful. Madame de Sado's last victim, the girl who had been on the table before, maybe she knew something that Connie hadn't suspected. Maybe this was not the place to come to, after all. But if that was the case, it was also too late. You don't think of such things when the spikes are already in your strapped-down body. The resulting things, well, there was nothing to do but go along with them now. And now Connie realized that she was at the mercy of this Madame de Sado who may or may not be a madwoman.
Connie would have her answer in no time at all. For just as she thought it, Madame de Sado turned on the machine and the roller began to make its way up and down her body, the spikes feeling as if they were puncturing the very skin that Connie had wanted to tone up. It felt as if there was a great mass of bees stinging her body. And she knew exactly what the other girl had meant when she had given her warning to the unsuspecting Connie.
Connie had no idea it was going to be like this. She was in great pain, but she couldn't scream. Was this the way to lose those extra pounds and tone up her body? She hated to think so. There had to be better ways to do it. There just had to be. This was not exercise. This was not a health spa. This was madness! This was a torture chamber and her mind reeled with all the possibilities that she might be subjected to and then, there, in the back of her mind was the all-important question: would she ever get out of this place alive? And if so, would she lose any of the weight she had hoped to lose?
The spikes continued to eat into her as she thought about what it might be like to spend the rest of her life inside this place dreaming only of what there was outside the walls of the Sado Health Spa. Sado! What a name for a place. It was the most obvious giveaway she'd ever heard of.
And still the spikes continued to caress her body roughly and harshly. She could barely breathe and she wanted to scream. But instead of either, she passed out of consciousness.
CHAPTER THREE
When Connie came back to consciousness, she was no longer on the machine. She was now lying on the floor off in a corner that was out of the way. And she was extremely sore. Her body bore some of the marks of the last workout, but they seemed to be in the process of going away, something that indicated to her that she had been unconscious for a considerable amount of time and that she had also been off the machine for a fair amount, of time. What, she wondered, was going to follow.
Madame de Sado was not anywhere to be seen and Connie breathed a sigh of relief. She considered attempting to make her escape, but was held back by lack of clothing and the fact that her wrists and ankles were bound by strong leather straps. She also was hampered by thoughts that no matter what was going on, it might seem intriguing to her to watch and see what came next.
It was this latter thought that confused her the most. She was not normally the sort of person who was drawn to this sort of activity. In fact, when she had sex, anything that looked to be abnormal to her turned her off immediately. She had been through a whole scene a couple of years earlier when she was going out with some weirdo named Dennis. He was a rather mild-mannered accountant with a basement full of the strangest things imaginable to men-and women. She had gone through his playground of whips and chains and racks and being tied up in wild positions and things that would noramlly make the strongest of people coil back in fear, but there had been nothing at all like the last bit of torture she had gone through. As weird as Dennis might have been, he, at least, had a sense of normalcy. Was that the right way to describe him? He was the most abnormal person she had ever met, but then, that was before she met the Madame of the Sado Health Spa. She could give Dennis a pretty good run for his money. Connie wondered if it would ever be possible to get the two of them together. It might prove to be an interesting meeting.
At any rate, Connie had only one thing in mind at the moment and that had something to do with getting out of the position she was in and into something a bit better. She didn't care what it might be. Just as long as it was someplace other than the Sado Health Spa.
And then Madame de Sado appeared and Connie lost all thoughts of doing anything but the next machine. She was going to perform to whatever Madame de Sado's will would be. Sick and perverted as it may be, there was no real choice in Connie's mind. And she waited attentively like a chipmunk for the lady in leather to cross the room and give her the next part of the reducing plan. For, no matter what else went through Connie's mind, she realized that she was losing some of that ugly, unsightly fat that she wanted to get rid of.
Connie, thinking a little thinner, watched as Madame de Sado arrived at her side.
"And how are we feeling? Thinner? Later on, when you're a bit more used to the machine, you'll be able to stay with it longer and lose even more of that unsightly fat, my pretty. But I have other things for you to do now, so let's not delay another second and get right into what there is to be done. There is still a lot to show you, my dear. So, if you will just come along with me, well continue with our tour of the premises."
Connie tried to stand up, but she was tied in too many ways to effectively let her go.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that. Let me help you," said Madame de Sado and she untied the leather straps that bound Connie and then led her off towards something new and exciting and extremely unknown.
"Have you ever rode a bicycle?" asked Madame de Sado.
"When I was very little," came the reply.
"Good. Then you know what it's all about. Mostly, all you have to worry about is peddling. This particular piece of equipment isn't going to fall over if there isn't any forward motion. But I do think you'll want to go a bit faster than you might otherwise because that is very good for toning down the you-know-what."
Connie wasn't sure she knew what Madame de Sado was talking about, but she had a good idea. But then, there may be more than one thing that she meant and if that was the case, this was not going to be any ordinary bicycle ride. It would, in fact, be unlike any that she had ever experienced in her life. Just what gave her that feeling she wasn't exactly sure about, but there was that gnawing inside her that said this was going to be wild. And what could Connie do about it? Not a whole lot except go along with it.
The exercycle looked like any other that had ever been built. There was, however, one major difference and that was he huge, oversized dildo that stuck straight up out of the seat. Connie took one look at it and gasped. She just couldn't see herself sitting down on that thing at all. It was enormous. Had it been human, it might have been from a giant. A quick estimate told Connie that it was at least a foot long and probably that much around, too.
"I suppose I don't have to tell you the right way to sit down on this particular piece of machinery, do I?"
Madame de Sado was right. There was only one way to fit on this seat and that was with this huge dildo directly up her cunt. There was no other way.
But could a dildo that size fit inside a cunt? True, the female reproductive organ is supposed to be flexible, but not that flexible. Never that flexible! Anything that big might do more harm than good. Connie shuddered to think just what it would do to her.
And then she sat down on it. Slowly.
"Come on, cunt. Sit on the damned thing!" intoned Madame de Sado with a rather startling change of voice and attitude. "Stop being such a panty-waist and sit down on the thing."
Connie felt she was being pressured. She was. And so she sat. And hard. And the pain and torment that resulted were unbearable.
"Now you put your feet on the pedals and begin peddling just like you were riding a bicycle through Central Park. Got that, my dear?"
Connie had gotten it all. Her twat was about to split in two from this huge mass of hardened rubber and she was now being asked to peddle the thing. There was really nothing else she could do. And besides, it might even stop the pain she felt coming from that very female part of her. Maybe it would. Please, anything to get away from the way she felt. Anything at all. Anything....
So Connie began to peddle the exercycle. At first she went slowly because the pain was still gnawing at her, although it was a different kind of pain. Nevertheless it was pain, however, and with Madame de Sado barking at her to peddle faster because that was what lost pounds, there wasn't-what else? that Connie could do except peddle faster.
The resulting pain was not like anything that she had ever experienced. It was a most unusual feeling and even somewhat erotic. It was like being fucked by a monster, but somehow she seemed to be enjoying it. Somehow. There were certain things about it that she didn't mind at all and even a few things that made her feel rather sexy. It was like being fucked by a giant and she had it in her and the motion of her legs peddling increased the feeling and so she just kept her head and kept on peddling.
With each up and down motion of the peddling, it felt as if the invisible man on the other end of the dildo was moving in and out of her with just perfect rhythm. And here was nothing much else that seemed to excite her at that moment than the thought of being fucked, even by a giant if it came to that. And apparently it had. Fantastic!
The motion began to get more and more intense. The pain grew as she peddled faster and the faster she peddled, the more the pain grew. It was a circle of viciousness.
Mademe de Sado watched in absolute delight. She wanted to see more and was extremely happy every time that she had her wish come true. The poor girl peddling the exercycle was having a near orgasm and the more Madame de Sado watched, the more delighted she became with what she saw. It was absolutely fantastic!
Madame de Sado could no longer hold herself back. She felt the urge to run on over and get into whatever it was that was going on. And so she raced on over to the exercycle and began to play with Connie's oversized tits.
She would squeeze them and play with them and fondle them and pinch them and then beat them like a baker with his dough. And Connie seemed to take to all this delightfully and she began to peddle faster, which, of course, increased the level of her sexual activity and satisfaction and before she knew it, she was beginning to breathe heavier than she had before and it was not from the physical exertion of the bicycle. It had its origins in other areas. Connie knew quite well, too, just where these origins started and that was why she kept on peddling faster.
What probably did it was when Madame de Sado touched her tongue to one of Connie's nipples. The warm, wet fleshy appendage grabbedout and caressed the hard, erect nipple and the two met in an eruption of passion and flesh. And Connie knew that something was about to happen and when it did, it would be big.
She peddled even harder.
Connie thought her legs were going to fall off, but there was no stopping now. There was too much ahead to slow down or stop for and she wasn't going to lose any of it.
Connie could feel an orgasm welling up inside her. She knew that any minute now it would be all over for her and she would have that monster orgasm that she knew was waiting for her someplace. It was going to hit in all its fury and passion and she was going to be ready for it.
She peddled faster.
Come on, orgasm! Come on! Closer and closer and closer, getting nearer and nearer and nearer to it. Soon there would be a torrent of female juice entering the world and soon there will be great, writhing pain and great pleasure and satisfaction at the same time. It's all going to hit very soon and there will be great rejoicing and dancing in the streets, so to speak, and celebrations with fireworks!
And then it hit with the intensity and fury that she knew it would come with. She came amidst the moaning and groaning and happy gurglings of great orgasm. She came so hard that she found herself peddling even faster as she sat on the seat of the exercycle, the one with the sixteen-inch dildo on it. And she loved every minute of it because it was so intense and so satisfying. What else could she do about it? There was this only reaction. And she reacted just the way she thought she should. But then, exactly how many ways does one react during orgasm?
Madame de Sado was right there in the swing of things helping the young woman get everything that she needed in the way of stimulation. A tongue on a tit, a caressing hand, a sharp tooth or even hand to the cunt, there was no limit to what was within the power of this woman. She could do strange things and she did them whenever she had the opportunity to do so.
Connie's orgasm grew and mounted until it had her like a leaf and shook her hard. Very hard. There was nothing else that she could do but go along with it while Madame de Sado continued to work her ways upon the poor, ravaged girl.
Connie's body continued to writhe and contort with the great pleasure that it experienced until things began to subside again and before long she was just another spent woman sitting on a sixteen-inch dildo fastened to the seat of her exercycle. Connie, however, had her wrists cuffed to the handlebars. She was stuck until Madame de Sado chose to let her off this painful machine. And that might come soon, but it was hard to tell with Madame Sado. Perhaps, though, it wouldn't be so bad and Connie just relaxed as best as she could until she was released from this particular bondage and led off to the next machine in her life.
CHAPTER FOUR
"How do you feel, my dear? Thinner?"
Connie could only nod. "Yes," she finally gasped. Her voice sounded rasped.
She tried to walk, but her cunt felt sore and totally stretched out. She could feel herself falling apart with each step that she took and she wondered if she would ever be able to walk straight again. If it was possible, then it might be done, but don't count on it.
"What I would like right now," she said half to herself, "is a nice massage. Something to relax my stiffness."
Madame de Sado perked up. "A massage? Did you say massage? Did you?"
There was an unmistakable gleeful quality in her voice and Connie was immediately sorry that she'd brought the subject up.
"If it's a massage that you require, my dear, then it will be a massage that you'll get. And a lovely one, too. I think that I can say with very little contradiction that our massages here are better than any you'll ever find elsewhere. They're just the best! Taken from ideas that a lovely man in Europe developed and I think that we've even done him one better. He's a fabulous mind that is so misunderstood, but he knew about these things and I know that you'll feel just pounds thinner after you've tried a tumble with our masseur. He's wonderful, too. It's not easy getting the right help, you know, but I think we've got him. What is it they say: a good man is hard to find."
Connie was led to another room where she had no idea what was in store for her. It would be something extremely unusual, that was for sure. It went, in fact, without saying. There was nothing about this particular place that was predictable. Madame de Sado was right when she said that she could make her statement without fear of contradiction when she stated this was no ordinary health spa. It was certainly the most unusual of any that Connie had ever thought about.
The room that contained the massage table was empty except for the table and a large door which reminded Connie of something that she'd seen in movies when the Romans were throwing people to the lions. Somehow, it seemed as if she was about to undergo the same fate, or, at least, she wished that she would undergo the same fate. It would be a lot easier than what she was about to undergo. And her intuition told her that in no uncertain terms that if she feared the worst, she would probably be very close to the truth.
"It seems as if our masseur has stepped out for a moment. I'm sure he'll be in very soon. Why don't you rest for a moment and I'll see where he is. Don't go away."
And with that, Madame de Sado left the room and bolted the door behind her.
Don't go away, Connie thought. That was not a very funny joke. Not at all. Where was she going to go? One door was bolted and the other door probably contained something worse, so why bother? She sat and waited.
It wasn't long before she heard a sound coming from behind the mysterious door. It sounded like some sort of animal sound and for a moment, Connie wondered if the first guess of lions hadn't been right after all. Maybe she was going to tangle with a lion. But she had said she wanted a massage. Could Madame de Sado have misunderstood her and thought she had said massacre? Did massage and massacre sound that much alike? And with a hungry lion probably lurking behind the door, did it matter any longer?
The sounds grew stronger and stronger and it seemed that the beast was getting closer and closer. Connie began to panic although she had no idea just how that was going to help in this situation. Panic never did anything but create confusion and in the case of dealing with animals, it was not the kind of confusion that should be created. Connie was still panicky, no matter what she tried to tell herself.
The noises grew louder. It couldn't be an animal. No. It seemed too terrible a sound for it to be an animal. It had to be something else and Connie was too much into fear now to know just what to expect. This had to be something she had no conception of and if it was, she had no idea how to deal with it, if, in fact, it could be dealt with at all!
Then the door began to open slowly. Agonizingly slowly. The sort of slowness that is generally reserved for award ceremonies and horror movies. This seemed to be both. She was living a horror movie now and whatever it was behind that opening door would take her as a prize.
And then the creature appeared. It seemed to be male and of undeterminate age. It was large and powerful with muscles that could kill on sight alone. He wore leather trunks and he had the most menacing look on his face that Connie could ever remember seeing. It was extremely frightening, but by now Connie was expecting things like this, so the shock was not as great as it might have been. Still, it was nothing to remain calm about and she wished fervently that she was somewhere else at the moment, her fat intact.
The masseur was now in the room. He looked at Connie with a glance that needed no words to translate. He knew she was the next person for the table and somehow he seemed to get some sort of perverse satisfaction at the idea that he had not only another woman for his table, but also that he was a brand new member of the ever-growing collection of Madame de Sado. He smiled in whatever way he knew best and approached the prey on the floor with a glint in his eye.
He raised Connie off the floor with very little effort and brought her across the room to a table that now proved to have spikes on it.
Connie thought immediately of the stomach roller and tried to get away from the man, but it was no use. A naked girl struggling against a human gorilla was like a moth trying to move an airplane. It was just a waste of time and energy. Connie was taken closer and closer to the massage table and she struggled more and more as they grew closer and closer, but again, it was to no avail.
She was trapped and she knew it and all that was left to do was go with it. It would soon be over with, or she would soon be over with. And either of the two would be acceptable to her.
The spikes grew closer and closer and Connie imagined herself being skewered once more on the iron spikes on the table, but this time it would be more painful than it had been with the stomach roller. That had been set in such a way so as to give maximum pain with minimum physical damage. Maximum physical damage would have proved displeasing to the Madame de Sado. But pain, that's what she wanted. Pure pain. And that's what she was allowing for all her customers. And that's what would happen here.
It was a relief to feel spikes of rubber beneath her body. The rubber was painful enough, but it was nothing compared to what she had been expecting and that would have been the end of her. Rubber is no great picnic, but compared to metal, it is the Garden of Eden. And Connie was so relieved to find rubber spikes that it wasn't until it was too late that she realized that she had been tied to the table by her elbows.
And then the massage began. It started off easy enough, but then, they all do. He kneaded the muscles of her shoulders and back and Connie had to admit that it felt pretty good. It made her feel rather rested and relaxed and she waited for the next part of the massage. Maybe this one wasn't going to be as bad as she had thought. Perhaps this one was going to be truly on the level. Maybe it wasn't going to be the hardship she was expecting it to be.
But then things began to get a little rough. The masseur discovered that she had other parts to her body besides shoulders and a back and now knew that she had legs. He went to her legs now.
He began to bend them back over her back and she felt the muscles not only stretch but screamed as they were brought back again and again and all that Connie could do was gasp quite loudly and hope that it would soon be over. If so, great. But if not, well, that presented a whole new set of problems. And it looked as if there were going to be all the problems she had feared.
He had grabbed both her legs and was now holding them both back over her head so that her back made a most unusual kind of arch. Had she been a dancer, it wouldn't have bothered her. But she wasn't a dancer and it killed her. But not as much as what was to follow.
She felt a hand on her thigh. It was the masseur's, so she didn't think too much about it. After all, it was part of his job, wasn't it? But suddenly there was more to it. The hand rested directly on her cunt and began to massage it. It was a bit rough, of course, but it continued massaging while the other hand held her legs back in the position that it had been held in for what seemed to Connie to be a very long time.
But there was that hand. And very soon there was nothing else that Connie noticed except for the hand that worked at her cunt.
Connie could feel that there was something going on that she had no idea of. It was something that she liked, but didn't really know just what was up so that she could tell what it was that was inside her. It felt hard and round and very thick like a man's cock, but Connie couldn't conceive of it being there quite the way it was. The only other person in the room was the masseur and his cock was nowhere near her cunt. Could it be-no, it was too big for a finger. But then, there was nothing else that it could be, the more that she thought about it. In fact, if it was a finger, it would have to be the thickest finger known to man.
Just at that moment, the monster lifted his hand for an instant and Connie got a look at the size of his fingers. Her cunt was stuffed with a single finger! She couldn't believe it. She was being finger-fucked, but it felt like more than just a finger.
The huge member continued to move in and out of her while the masseur kept her feet alongside her ears. He continued to pull on her and she continued to grunt and groan and her cunt continued to be worked on, too.
Suddenly a whole hand appeared at the opening of the cunt and before she knew what was going on, she felt the hand grab a handful of snatch and squeeze it and pull it in just about every conceivable direction. He was giving the massage to her hairpiece, too. He knew just about everything, this man, and he could do amazing things.
Connie could ony gasp with a mixture of pain and pleasure as the huge man continued to ravage her body. He was getting more and more worked up in what he was doing and the more he got into his activities, the more Connie gasped and tried to get out of the bondage that she was being contained in. She could only struggle so much because she was being restrained heavily around the elbows and that didn't give her as much freedom as she had wished. But then, there was never as much freedom as she would have hoped for. This was getting serious, she thought, and she hoped for a rescue.
At that moment, Madame de Sado appeared at the side of the table.
"Everything going nicely?" she asked.
She got no answer, save for a handful of grunts.
"That's good," she went on. "I'm very glad to hear it."
Then she cocked her head and had that half-smirk on her face that Connie knew meant nothing good.
"Anything I can do to help? I think there is."
She then took her hand and replaced the masseur's with it at the cunt. And then the Madame went to work.
The first thing she did was to again massage the cunt. It was moist now and it was ready for something that only she knew would happen. She began to massage it harder and harder until Connie could feel a finger enter inside. It prowled around and then suddenly there were two fingers inside. Then a third and then, before she knew what was going on, there was a whole hand inside her cunt. It was grabbing at everything in there, clitoris and everything else that it could find. And then it began to make its way up through the cunt.
"I must say you've got a lot of room in there," said the Madame de Sado. "I would say that it's a good sign, but there are still many other things for you to be doing. I have great plans for you and I think that they are going to be absolutely marvelous once they get into action."
Then the woman in leather began to move her arm back and forth as if it were a giant cock. Connie, her legs still over her head, gasped loudly and tried again to struggle out of the position she was being forced into.
"Don't struggle," said the woman in a warning tone. "It only makes things worse."
Connie stopped struggling and let whatever happened take place. She was not in her own hands any longer. She was totally a child of destiny.
Before she knew it, there was an old familiar feeling again. She could feel the orgasm welling up inside of her and she knew that once again she was going to come. That would make two times in the time that she'd been at the Spa and she had no idea how long that had been.
Arid the orgasm came like a flash flood, suddenly and swift like the fast-rushing destruction that flash floods are. And it devastated Connie. She writhed again, but this time it was not in an effort to escape. And Madame de Sado seemed to encourage it this time until the pain from the massage, the Madame's arm and the orgasm became too great to take, and Connie passed out again.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Connie came back to consciousness, she was in another room, again lying on the floor. She wasn't tied up this time, but she was in a locked room. And her body felt sore, but it also felt fairly loose. The massage must have done some good for her because she had lost some of the stiffness that she had gained from such paraphernalia as the exercycle-the sexercycle-and her formerly aching cunt felt relaxed and satisfied.
She still had very little idea as to where she was, what time it was or what was going to happen next. She assumed that she was still at the Sado Health Spa because she couldn't imagine being anywhere else. There were many other places she would have loved to be, but she was at none of them. She was in a locked room at Sado!
Madame de Sado was nowhere to be seen, either. The lady in leather must have been out doing something else that would in one way or another affect Connie although no matter how far she would stretch her imagination, she couldn't come up with anything that might give her a clue as to what might follow. All that she was sure of was that it would involve some sexual ravaging of her fair body and that it wouldn't be the last thing they'd do to her.
It was a moment for her to sit and reflect as to just what had happened from the time that the idea occurred to her to lose some weight and what had been going on since. They were not quite the train of events that she had imagined, but then, when is anything ever like that?
She had thought that day when she found the ad for the health spa that she would join up and come there maybe three times a week for a workout. True, she was getting the workout, but it wasn't quite the one she'd expected. And if she thought that it was going to be any easier, she was wrong! Madame de Sado would see to that!
Her thoughts were interrupted by the clanging of an iron door and the unbolting of various chains and deadbolts and a moment later the leather-clad figure of Madame de Sado appeared at the doorway with her usual sinister half-smile on her face.
"All rested up and fresh?" she asked in ominously sweet tones. "I'm sorry that you reacted to the massage that way. But then, perhaps it is my fault. You had a hard workout and were ready for a rest and not for a massage, although I'm quite sure that you did benefit from it."
The leather woman crossed into the room and closer to Connie.
"I want to make things a bit easier for you, then," she continued. "I'm going to give you some time for play. Would you like that?"
Connie nodded.
"Do you like group activities?" asked Madame de Sado.
Connie nodded again.
"Then I just know you're going to like what we've got here. It's a group activity that I never hear any complaints about at all."
Connie didn't want to think as to why there were never any complaints.
Madame de Sado looked sharply at Connie. "Do you like sex?"
Although Connie was a bit taken aback with the pointedness of Madame de Sado's question, she did manage to say something in return that was taken immediately as affirmative. Connie might well have said that she detested sex. It would have made no difference for the Madame de Sado had made up her mind and when she made up her mind, there was no changing it at all. And she had decided that Connie was going to relax with sex.
Connie, on the other hand, was not going to refuse. She began to think of a nice, hard cock pumping inside her and the thought of it was quite nice. She imagined a hard-muscled body against hers, rubbing and throbbing and deep into activity in which two bodies can become as one. She thought about how nice it would be to be able to do that. To be fucked. And to enjoy it.
Then she began to think of the mind of Madame de Sado. What would the Madame have for Connie to have sex with? Animals? Dildoes? Something so horrible that she couldn't even imagine it? What would it be?
She wouldn't have long to find out.
"Come on, my dear. Let's go and take a look at the group activity that I've got planned for you. It's not nice to keep people waiting."
People. At least there were other people and not some sort of horrendous animal or object. It would be human.
But what type of human would it be? That remained to be seen. The masseur was human. In form, anyway. Were they going to be like him? Was she going to be raped by a mass of horrible men like the masseur? She shuddered to think of it.
She didn't have long to think, though. They came to the room marked "Game Room' fairly quickly. Madame de Sado opened the door and inside were what looked to be two women tied by leather straps. They were both young and attractive and had the sort of bodies that Connie would have liked to have, although in reality she did. Both women were stretched flat on their backs and had their legs in the air at ninety-degree angles. Their legs were also bound together at the thighs. They were also bound together near their necks. They couldn't move.
"I think they need a third person for their activity. Somehow it seems to be lacking. Come on and join them." Madame de Sado led Connie over to the two women.
"Oh, no!" gasped one of the tied women. "Not again! Please! I'll be good. Don't do this to me again!"
"Shut up, cunt!" yelled Madame de Sado at the tied-up woman as she kicked her with the toe of her leather boot. "Just for that, you'll get more. You'll get much more. If you thought the end was in sight, then you're sadly mistaken. Bitch! You'll know what it means to obey the Madame de Sado!"
Then she turned to Connie.
"There's no reason for you to fear, my dear. So far, you've been a good girl. You've been no trouble at all and I think you know enough that you don't rock Madame de Sado's boat because if you do, there are worse punishments for you than what this bitch is going through." She cleared her throat as if to signify that the subject had been closed and that it was time for other things.
"Now, then, my dear, I think you'll fit in quite nicely in between the two women. So just slide on in there and straddle your cunt over their mouths so they can service you."
Connie stepped in between the two women so that their mouths were directly at her cunt. Then the Madame de Sado took a long, leather strap and used it to tie Connie in as well as some rope for securing it all.
"Okay, then, is everybody okay? Good. And for you, you cunt, to help you put your big mouth to some better use than you usually seem to give it, try this on for size. You're going to get the electric rotating dildo!"
Altough the girl's mouth was right on Connie's cunt, her horrified gasp could be heard all over the room.
"Yes!" replied Madame de Sado with a glint in her voice, "the electric rotating dildo."
And with that, the Madame de Sado went to a far corner of the room and began unwinding a cord around a large, spiked dildo while Connie watched in horror.
In the meantime, the two girls worked feverishly at Connie's cunt with their soft, supple tongues. They licked at her cunt lips and kissed them passionately. They let their tongues roam the dank and musty halls of her vagina and they played with her clitoris. Connie had never been eaten out by two women at the same time and so this was a new experience for her. She had never known such a thing was possible, but then, at Madame de Sado's, it seemed that just about anything was possible, and she might well experience all of it.
She found the tingling that she felt to be pleasurable and exciting. She thought it was absolutely marvelous and she wanted to let it continue forever. She had never thought of having sex with another woman before coming to Madame de Sado's, but even that was changing now. Or was it? She wasn't so sure that she understood that at all. But then, what was there to understand about it? All she knew was that here were two beautiful young women giving their tongues for her sexual pleasure and she rather liked it.
The two tongues seemed to be fighting for control. The two of them were so totally intermeshed with each other that it was difficult to tell just which tongue belonged to which woman, but they were both so into what they were doing that it made little difference. Whatever was going on, it was going to keep on that way for as long as the Madame de Sado decreed it should be. Until, of course, the entrance of the electric rotating dildo.
Madame de Sado wheeled the mechanism into position. It looked as ominous as the name implied. It looked absolutely horrible!
"And now the electric rotating dildo!" smirked the leather lady.
"No! No! Not the electric rotating dildo!" groaned the woman who was to receive it.
"Yes!" hissed the Madame de Sado. It was horrifying. "Yes, my pretty! The electric rotating dildo!"
It was placed just inside the woman's ass. Then the Madame adjusted it and placed the huge column of rubber inside her ass. Connie knew which girl was the recipient for she suddenly shot her tongue way into Connie's cunt, making Connie also gasp with pleasure.
Then the madwoman turned the mechanism on. The dildo began to rotate slowly at first until Madame de Sado adjusted it further and turned it on full speed. Now it rotated fast. Very fast. It didn't look good at all. Nor did it feel that great, either. And the girl whose ass housed the horror machine threw herself into her work with incredible gusto.
Connie felt a mad tongue and then another mad tongue begin to rip apart her insides. Two mad tongues, it was as if both women had the dildoes inside them. Faster and faster and harder and harder until Connie wondered if they would rip her apart with no trouble at all. They certainly seemed like they would. And Connie wondered, was this that it felt to have an electric rotating dildo up one's ass?
Things began to reach a head. Harder and harder did the two women go at the soft cunt of Connie. Faster! The pain of the dildo could only be compensated by increased activity to perhaps get one's mind off the pain and torture that was there. If it would be possible to get away from it, this might be the only escape, if, indeed, there was such a thing as escape to be accomplished at this point.
And then Connie began to feel the start of a tinge of orgasmic pleasure. She knew that very shortly she would give of herself to these women. She had never knowingly given of her bodily juices to a woman before although she was handled on occasion by the Madame de Sado. This, however, was the first time she had ever been in such a position and the perversity of the whole thing managed to stimulate her even more.
And then the orgasm began to build up on her little by little and bit by bit until it looked lfke there was going to be a huge, massive explosion. There was going to be something bigger than either of the three women had ever experienced. And it would be very soon. Very soon.
Connie began to gasp for air as the two sets of tongues mauled her soft, mild and silky cunt. They began to rip away at her while her body began to shake and quiver and go as wild as a body in such a position can go. She knew it was getting near the climax and when it got there, she hoped she would be ready for it, although now she wasn't really all that sure about anything that might happen. And then it began to happen. Suddenly, it was as if there had been a break in the dike and water was everywhere. There was a great scream as Connie let loose with an orgasm so great that it scared her. She grabbed the legs of the woman on the dildo and pressed her massive tits against her feet. She held on tight for dear life, totally believing that if she didn't, she might not survive it. And she came.
Connie came and came and came even more, never showing any signs of letting up. She went absolutely wild and twisted and shouted and screamed and writhed with the beautiful agony of it all.
The other women were beginning to feel it, too. As they lapped madly at the orgasmic juice that flowed about them, at least one of them began to scream that she, too, was coming. That was the one with the electric rotating dildo inside her. She began to scream as she lapped up the treasures that she was being given and let loose a monster orgasm, too.
The other girl did nothing. Madame de Sado saw this and in order to correct it, shoved a hand inside her cunt and fist-fucked her for only a few seconds before she, too, came in the same torrents that the others were seized with. And they all writhed in unison.
When they had subsided, Connie thought that was it. Madame de Sado, however, had other thoughts. She made no effort to move and turn off any machinery or untie anyone. She just sat and watched. She wanted more. Connie just sighed as the tongues entered her again. The first time had been fun. The second time might be fun, but she would have to see.
CHAPTER SIX
"How do you feel now, my dear? Rested?" asked Madame de Sado.
"I feel hungry, but aside from that, I'm-"
"Hungry? Oh, how silly of me to forget about things like that. You're a growing girl. And when you're in the middle of an exercise program, you need all the food you are able to get. Nice, nourishing food. Something that adds to the body and doesn't detract from it.
No cakes or cookies or candies for you! That just isn't the right thing. But something that is going to carry you through the day in good style."
She led Connie to a corner of the room and sat her down.
"What you need is protein. Good, wholesome protein. And I've got the perfect source of it for you, too. Come with me and I'll give you a meal you'll never forget."
Connie was led into a room where she was told again to sit and wait. The Madame de Sado would be back in just a few minutes so she should wait there and not move. Again, Connie wondered where she would go because the door had again been locked, but she wasn't there to argue with Madame de Sado. She was beginning to see more and more that it was not a wise thing to do. She thought of the exercycle and of the dildo she had to endure there and how much nicer it must have been than to have to endure the pain and horror of the electric rotating dildo. That, to her, seemed to be punishment that she didn't want to endure. If she was good, she might be spared some of these horrible tortures she saw others having to endure.
But Madame de Sado was so unpredictable. She changed with the wind, as it were. She could be one way one moment and another totally different the next. There was no telling what she would do next. It was not the easiest thing in the world to keep track of.
Connie thought about the things that had already happened. In the time she had been at the spa-how long had she been there?-she had been stabbed repeatedly by a stomach roller, raped by an exercycle, mauled by a masseur and eaten out in group activity by prisoners that the Madame de Sado had been keeping in her health spa. What next?
Could it be, perhaps, that this was the preliminaries to her own slavery? And if so, would she ever see the light of day again? There was that chance she might because of the various women she had seen, none of them were much older than she, herself, was. In fact, the Madame de Sado seemed to be the oldest of the bunch and she couldn't have been more than thirty or so. Connie wondered what became of old women.
Perhaps they were killed and weird things were done with their bodies. Food! Connie remembered that she was about to have something to eat. Could it be that this was what became of the Madame's discards?
But then, if the Madame was only thirty, how long could she have been running the place? Perhaps it wasn't long enough for anyone to have aged that much. Maybe Connie just hadn't seen any of the older women around the place. Or, if they were being kept in a health spa, then the chances were extremely good that they were staying youthful because of the exercise and it seemed to be nothing but that, anyway. On a diet of constant exercise, it wouldn't be hard to stay in the same shape-good shape-for long periods of time.
It was something that Connie hadn't thought of at all. What if the pretty young thing that ate her out in that room was really fifty years old? That could be a possibility she hadn't considered before. There was the very good chance that the Madame de Sado herself was much older than thirty and only look that particular age because of the processes of the health spa. The possibilities were staggering!
But that still left the thought about dinner, or was it time for lunch? Or breakfast? Or in between meals to the extent that no longer did time have a bearing on things. And if that was the case, she couldn't have been there long at all if there was a pang of hunger hitting her just now. Maybe such things seemed to be taking longer than they really were. It's like an hour passing by so slowly that you could have sworn it was at least six. Maybe she'd only been there a handful of hours and not the handful of days that it was beginning to feel like!
The Madame still hadn't returned. Connie wondered what she was going to be given for her repast. Would it be a former member of the spa? Would it be some sort of drug that would make her submit more readily to the demands of this demented woman? Would it be something so totally different from anything she had ever experienced before in her life? Would it be something horrible? Would it be something quite good? That was another possibility that was never considered. Was everything the Madame de Sado did suppose to be bad and evil? Connie's mind was reeling with contradictions.
Had she been hypnotized? She didn't remember going to sleep or anything like that, although she did suddenly recall that it had been one time on the clock when she'd first glanced up at it at the first interview and she glanced at it just a moment later, but found it was in reality half an hour later. Was that normal? She hadn't paid much attention to it then, maybe it had gone by that fast. But suddenly, on retrospect, there was something very strange about the whole thing.
But if she was being hypnotized into accepting all that the Madame de Sado did, and she was accepting it all, too, then why did she have the moment of clarity to think that she was being hypnotized? Unless, of course, this was the first time it was ever happning and that was the exception to whatever rule it was Madame de Sado ran her place by. Had anyone else ever slipped from hypnosis, the Madame would have made sure to place various safeguards in her hypnotizing.
But if it had never happened before, then she had no way of knowing that it had never happened. And therefore Connie was something of a freak. No, there was still another question to be answered. Were there not people who fought back and resisted the Madame? Could it be they, were in a hypnotic state of their own to appease the sick whims this madwoman experienced? It was extremely hard to say because there was nothing that she really understood yet and there was so much going on to break her body.
Break her body! And suddenly it all came back to her just what was going on. Slaves! That's what all the members of the Sado Health Spa were. Slaves! And Madame de Sado was out to do nothing but collect as many attractive young women as she was able just to keep a collection of slaves around for her own personal satisfaction. Perverted, yes, but that seemed the way it was with everything around here. And what bothered her more was that she, too, seemed to be accepting whatever it was that went on at the Health Spa.
She would begin a program of resistance. That was the answer! She would resist everything that she was told.
No! That was the last thing she ought to do. Perhaps that was the one thing that the Madame wanted her to do and it was all part of the plan. Or was all she was thinking-could that also be part of this sick plan? Connie suddenly had no idea as to what was up at all. All she seemed to know was that her mind had not been left as her mind. It had been tampered with and if anything, there was just one way that might work to get her out of the Sado Health Spa. It seemed obvious to her, too, the more she thought of it.
Obviously, Madame de Sado didn't want people playing along with her with ideas of their own. She would therefore try and keep her head about her and do something on her own to plot her escape while seeming to go along with whatever they had come up with at the Spa. Whatever Madame de Sado's wish was, that would be Connie's command until the right time to make a break for it. And when that happened, then she would tear out and get away from this horrible place. It wouldn't be all that unbearable, anyway, because at least some of the hypnosis was working. Connie was still having some fun at what she was doing, even if it was rather distasteful just to think about.
At that moment Madame de Sado's happy humming could be heard at the far end of the hallway. She was getting closer and she probably had whatever it was that she was going to be serving her with her. Connie shuddered to think just what it might be, but figured that whatever it was, she'd get through it fine. She was programmed to do so. So why not? As long as it was going to happen, why not just sit back and let it happen? That was about the least she could do.
The footsteps grew closer. There were two sets of footsteps. It was going to be a surprise for Connie. She expected just one person. It was obvious to her that it was going to be a second person. Dinner mate? Or was it dinner?
The fears returned. She knew that something was about to happen and whether or not she thought it was distasteful made very little difference. Besides, she was going to enjoy it when it occurred anyway, so there was very little else to do except sit back and wait for the arrival of Madame de Sado and her friend, who she might be having for dinner.
The door opened and there stood the Madame de Sado with another woman at her side. The woman wore boots and a leather contraption around her waist which had a long tube that ran from her cunt to what looked like a gas mask fixture on the other end. It had a strap around it.
"Dinnertime!" sang out Madame de Sado.
Before she could say anything at all, Connie was suddenly strapped into a position of immobility by the two women and the mask end of the tube was attached to her mouth, held in place by the strap. Then Madame de Sado smiled and sighed deeply as she looked at the scene.
"I do love mealtime," she said.
She then went to a small box that Connie hadn't seen that was in the corner of the room and produced a hand vibrator and strapped it to her hand.
"You'll find this a most stimulating experience!" she said to nobody in particular and then turned on the vibrator. Then, with a rapidly vibrating hand, she began to rub the body of the strange woman.
It didn't take long for Connie to realize what was going on. The vibrator excited the woman and as it did, she gave off her feminine juices. The juices had to go somewhere, so they collected in the belt and flowed down the tube to the end, which happened to be Connie's mouth. Connie could have held her mouth shut during all this, but it was harder for her than she had thought and somewhat, but not entirely against her will, she began to taste these juices which she had never before tasted in her life.
It was a strange experience for her to have done so. It was as if there was something she hadn't tried before. And this was the time for her to be trying it. And so she drank of them and let them flow down her throat because there was no other place for them to go.
The woman undergoing the vibrator was in the middle of great ecstasy. She seemed to be having a great time and what bothered Connie was what it might be like when the woman hit orgasm. Somehow the thought of drinking in an orgasmic woman didn't really appeal to her all that much and she wished that things were not quite as they obviously were. She wanted to be able to avoid such things, but that was not to be her lot. Whether she want it or not, she was about to drink in the orgasm.
What seemed to bother her the most was that the juices were coming in a steady stream now and she had to go after them faster than she had wanted to. She tried as best as she could to keep up with it, but it wasn't easy taking in all that juice at one time, in addition to which, she found herself gagging quite regularly at the taste of it and she really didn't like it all that much to begin with. To swallow and gag at the same time was very uncomfortable. She coughed, but that always seemed to make it worse. She was in a rather bad way, to say the least.
And then there was a huge shudder from the woman undergoing the vibrator treatment and Connie knew that the big time was about to happen. She knew that now she was in for the greatest onrush of female juices that she had experienced and would be the biggest onrush that she hoped she would experience. She was hoping for the time when it was over. And that would be very soon. Very soon, indeed!
The woman began to shake and moan and writhe and there was a sudden torrent of fluid that all but engulfed the poor Connie. She had nothing else to do but drink it all in for it all came at her so fast that she had no idea of anything else to do. Her mind wasn't even able to suggest that she not do anything about it and refuse to take it. Besides, it came in such a rush that there wasn't anything else to do but take it in. Such an onrush of fluid would have forced its way into her mouth regardless of what she did. It was that powerful a stream.
So she drank and she drank and she drank until the torrent subsided and soon it was down to just a small trickle.
"Very good," said Madame de Sado. "Have we eaten enough?"
Connie nodded.
"Good. Then let's lick the plate clean."
The mask was removed from Connie's face and the belt came off from the body of the woman and instead of a tube, Connie found the real twat right there at her face. And all she could do was to lick it clean.
"Very good," said Madame de Sado. "Clean it all up like a good girl." Then she laughed a bloodcurdling laugh.
Connie was tied down, so all she could do was to lick out this moist, dripping cunt while a gleefully delighted Madame de Sado watched the proceedings with obvious joy.
But as Connie suffered this indignity, all she could think of was a warning to Madame de Sado.
"Don't push me!" she seemed to say. "Don't push me past my limit!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Connie continued to lick out the cunt of the mystery woman while the unsatiated Madame de Sado watched in pleasure. And, in contrast to the way she had acted on previous occasions, she became quite vocal this time.
"Come on, kid, lick out that cunt. Come on, let me see that tongue flash. Eat it, kid. Come on and eat. Let me see you eat it and like it, baby. Yeah, like it. You love it. You know you do. So get in there and eat it, kid."
Connie did the best she could to blot out the ugly voice of the Madame from her ears, but no matter how hard she tried, it was always there in her ears, ringing away like a sour note in an orchestra. And Connie wanted to get up and scream and fight her way out.
She was tied up, still, and she was strapped in so tightly that it was hard to even wiggle. All she could do was to lick that big hairy cunt that was above her face. She did what she could.
The woman was beginning to go into yet another orgasm and Connie wondered where she was keeping it all. She had certainly been storing up a lot of cunt juice, that was for sure. There didn't seem to be an end to it. No matter what she did, it was always there coming at her in massive torrents of steaming liquid. If this was the feast that Madame de Sado had spoken of, then she hoped that it would soon be over for she had eaten way beyond her desire and she was only making time now with no real interest in her activities.
But the woman continued? to breathe harder and harder and more audibly than before and Connie knew that in a very short period of time, she would be covered again with cunt juice. A very short period of time, indeed. It was about to happen immediately.
And with an ear-shattering wail, the cunt walls burst open and a torrent of cunt juice rained down on the woman. Connie made a noble effort to try and get in what she could, but there was just too much of it and it wasn't concentrated in the same area as it had been the last time when there was a tube running for the juice to flow in. This time it was much sloppier and Connie seemed to be having a harder time trying to keep up with it all.
"Come on and lick that twat. Get it all in because you want it, don't you? You love that stuff. You want it all. You crave pussy, don't you? Well, there it is. All of the pussy that you can stand and then a little more for good measure so you don't say you're, neglected. Come on and eat out that cunt. Come on, kid. You're too slow. You're gonna get left behind in the dust. Eat it, kid, eat it."
Connie tried and made a good effort, but she was supremely relieved when the writhing and moaning calmed down and the massive orgasm ended. She was now covered with cunt juice and wanted to wash it off. Madame de Sado was delighted with what she saw, however, and led the orgasm queen away somewhere while Connie remained behind strapped in as tightly as she had ever been.
Connie could feel the cunt juice drying on her face and tits, and she wished she could clean off. She wanted to be rid of the horrible juices as soon as she could. Maybe if she asked Madame de Sado nicely, she would be allowed to go and clean off. That was a very fair possibility.
Madame de Sado returned pretty quickly.
"And how do you feel now, my pretty?"
"Sticky," replied Connie. "I'd really like to be able to clean off."
"I know," replied the leather lady. "And you shall do that right now. The perfect thing for you is the whirlpool bath. Have you ever taken one?"
"No."
"Then you're in for a definite treat. I know you'll like it immensely. In fact, it's one of my favorites."
Madame de Sado began to unstrap Connie. There were thick red marks where there had been straps and the leather lady looked at them with more than passing interest, but she didn't say or do anything.
When she had been freed, Connie followed Madame de Sado into another room in the spa. Here sat a whirlpool bath in the middle of the room. It was filled with water and waiting for occupancy. Connie looked at it with some apprehension. She wasn't all that sure she wanted to place herself into that mass of liquid.
First and foremost in her mind was the thought that there was some liquid in there other than water. It might have been acid or, if it were water, it would be scalding hot or ice cold, something wrong.
"Go on, my dear. Place a foot in it and see if you like it at that temperature."
Connie looked at it again with some feeling of trepidation. This Madame de Sado, she was not to be trusted. But on the other hand, if Connie didn't test the water, something would happen to her that would either be equal to or worse than what this liquid might do to her. It didn't make that much of a difference after all, she figured, so why not go ahead and do it anyway. After all, there's wasn't a whole lot to lose.
Connie placed a foot at the water's edge and then with a quick sigh, touched the water and lowered it in. No acid. No scalding hot water. In fact, it was extremely comfortable.
"I was hoping I'd set it at the right temperature for you. It'll stay that temperature for as long as you're in there."
Maybe Madame de Sado actually had a good side to her. It seemed highly un-likely, but then, it was still possible. She hadn't done anything to destroy the water, so it looked like things would actually be on the level this time. Unless, of course, she had thoughts of placing more than one person in the bath, but that might not be too bad, actually. Might even be comfortable, now that she had a little more time to think about it. Even Madame de Sados have their moments of opaque kindness.
"Go on and get on it. You can start and stop it from the control here which also regulates the speed. I've got some other things to take care of, so I trust you'll be okay here on your own, won't you?"
Connie nodded. It was about all she could do for she had already turned on the whirlpool and it was already hard at work relaxing her.
She watched the Madame de Sado leave the room and then settled even deeper into the bath. It was really something the way she could be so nasty one moment and then have a sudden about-face change the next. Connie had thought that everything the Madame de Sado came up with would probably end in her getting hurt in one way or another, but she was really not all right about that for her she was giving her the chance to settle in the whirlpool bath and she really enjoyed that. She felt pretty good, feeling the water rush all about her and she would have liked to stay there for a long time.
Madame de Sado was a very strange person, Connie decided. It was not the unusual for her to be unusual. There was no telling what she would be doing next. One moment she was fiery and the next moment she was quite subdued. There was no real pattern to her and she wondered what would follow next after the whirlpool bath. Probably something horrible and unspeakable, but all the time, it was nice to know that somewhere in this woman beat a heart that was at least pure gold plating if not pure gold. And that can be a very comforting thought.
The thought was about as comfortable as it looked things were going to get. Well, not at that particular moment, at any rate. Connie sat in the bath and slowly but surely relaxed. She closed her eyes and let herself go, falling into a nice sort of restful state. She really enjoyed it.
Madame de Sado and her practices soon slipped from the mental grasp that Connie had on them. Soon she no longer cared about what had passed or even what might happen. As far as she was concerned, this was all that she had to worry about. This was as far as things got and she was going to let everything else that might scare her not affect her at all. She was now going to rest and let the warmth and the action of the bath calm her down. She certainly needed it by that point and there wasn't anyone who might dispute that.
As the time continued, she began to think more and more about just what it was that she had stumbled into and why things had been the way they were, and not some other way. It was a strange thought to think that of all the health spas in the city, this was the one into which she had to come. Where would she be now if she had followed her original instinct and decided against this spa because it was out of the way? Where, indeed? Who knew? She still had no conception of what the time was and she began to wonder about that, too. Maybe she would ask later on about that. It might prove to be an interesting answer if nothing else. And when, she wondered, was the last time that the time meant so much?
At liny rate, here was a lot else to think about at this point. That was mostly the burning issue of the day, how to get out of the place. She wondered how she might get a message to the outside world that such places as Madame de Sado's existed. She wondered if there would be anyone out there who might listen when she talked about it. Would the blase people of the city of New York ever listen to the fact that right under their noses were the worst type of human beings? Forget about rape and drugs and robbery and gay people and try concentrating on places like this where people were held against their will and subjected to all sorts of indignities. Forget about strikes and pickets and try looking into things like this. After all, didn't the working girl need a bit of protection, too?
At any rate, by this time she had stirred herself into something of a nervous frenzy and she now wondered what diabolic thing the Madame had planned for her next. It was going to be nothing good, and that was all that she knew about this whole thing. Whatever it was, it was nothing that she really wanted to be around for and she began to think of the different ways there might be to get out of there already before she came back.
That's when she noticed that she had been strapped into the bath. That was her first sign that something was up. After all, who gets strapped into a whirlpool bath? Nobody, unless....
And Connie got her answer very shortly. Madame de Sado suddenly reappeared and in her hands was a bucket that seemed to be containing something strange. Connie wondered what was in there, at the same time not wanting to know at all. She would, however, find out.
"I thought you might want some company," she said to Connie, "so I brought you this."
Before Connie could say a word or even gain another thought, the bucket was emptied into the bath.
Eels! Horribly long and slimy eels! Ugly eels! Mean, vicious and foul-tempered eels! Miserable and loathsome eels!
Madame de Sado rubbed her hands in delight. She knew that this was the right thing to do to someone in the whirlpool bath and she watched in delight as Connie squirmed and tried to get away from these creatures. But she couldn't. She was trapped. Strapped into a whirlpool bath full of eels.
At any rate, there was nothing much that she could do except sit and let the eels do their will with her. It was all that anyone could do in the situation.
One eel began to chew on her tit. It hadn't any teeth, but it still managed to gum her. Connie was at first horrified, but soon the feeling of being gummed on the tit by an eel became something beyond terror. In fact, it almost felt sensual!
That feeling was compounded by the sudden appearance of yet another eel that had managed to worm its way into and up her cunt. This one began to peck away lightly at her clitoris.
The organ swelled to delightful size and soon Connie began to realize that she was being sexually molested by an eel. Of all things, an eel!
The eel began to slide in and out of her with ease and it began to work up quite a frenzy. The other eel that nibbled on her tit continued to nibble until it was joined by another that concentrated on the other tit. It was the most remarkable thing that she had ever experienced. It certainly was unlike just about anything else that she could imagine. It was the most unusual feeling in the world.
The eel in her cunt began to slide in and out with increasing frenzy. It tasted the juices that she gave off and decided that it wanted more of them. It wanted all that it could get and would do anything necessary to get to them. It was driven wild by the taste of this strange brew and would die, if necessary, to get more of it.
The eel was now bringing Connie closer and closer to an orgasm. The eels on her tits were chewing away madly at her and she could feel it all coming together to give her a monster orgasm that she knew would send her absolutely wild. She was ready for it and gritted her teeth for when it came, it would be massive. Simply massive!
It was. There was no stopping it once it began and when it began, it seemed to split her apart. She could feel herself being torn apart while the eei continued to nibble on her cunt walls and the others stayed there, chewing on her tits. She couldn't believe the way things were going and she was just barely able to sit in the bath now and stay calm while she was being attacked by lustful eels in the whirlpool bath. It was insanity, but then, most of what was happening to her was insanity and this would not make that much of a difference in the total.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The eels had their way with Connie not just once or twice, but for what seemed like an endless time. And Madame de Sado watched in absolute glee while it all happened.
What kind of woman is this, wondered Connie, as she saw her so happy in the pursuit of her activities. She couldn't understand it at all and she wondered if Madame de Sado was even stranger than she had at first imagined, if such a thing were indeed possible. It was nothing she could really understand correctly and somewhere in the back of her mind, she wasn't all that sure she wanted to understand it at all. This was a very strange woman and that seemed to be about all she had to know. Everything else was a mystery.
At any rate, the eels continued to molest their prey. They changed position from time to time so that a tit-chewing eel might find itself in the cunt and a cunt eel would be on a tit now and then and toward the end of their rape sequence, a few of them had found their way to Connie's ass and made their home there without much trouble. Connie was being molested by eels in just about every imaginable form. There seemed to be no end to the things they could do and by now it had moved from terror to excitement to interest to mild interest to absolute boredom and she wondered if the little bastards were ever going to get their fill and leave her alone already. If it should come to that, it wouldn't be a moment too soon because she had other thoughts of things to do, or at least Madame de Sado did.
"Are you nice and rested?" she asked Connie at one point.
Connie nodded.
"Good," replied Madame de Sado. Connie didn't like the tone of voice.
"There are other things for you to see. You've spend enough time in the bath and now it's time to get back to a workout. That is what you're here for, isn't it?"
It was.
The leather lady unstrapped Connie who then stood up, shaking eels from her body. She squeezed one last eel from her cunt and stepped out of the warm water and onto the floor. She was handed a leather towel to dry off with. It didn't absorb too much of the water, but the idea of a leather towel sort of intrigued Connie and she didn't really notice. It mostly spread the water a bit more evenly about her body, so the drying was completed fairly quickly by air.
The next room that the Madame de Sado led her to was what she referred to as the exercise room. All sorts of good things were there and just waiting for the right person to come along and as far as the Madame kcould tell, Connie was definitely the right person and about all Connie could do was smile.
Or could she? This was getting to the point where she was beginning to wonder if there wasn't something she could do about getting out of the place. She wanted to leave and as far as she could see, all she was doing there was looking around the place. She had signed nothing and paid nothing and she was being held there only because she was interested in joining up at the Sado Health Spa and that interest was fading fast. She might ask the Madame de Sado to let her go because this was not exactly the place that she had been looking for. And that was definitely the truth in the matter.
But could she do it and get away with it? And if she did, what would be her punishment? It couldn't be any worse than anything else that she was being subjected to. After all, there is so much a person can do in the area of torture and subjection. There is such a thing as an end and this was probably around the end. And if it was, that would be fine with her because she was getting a bit sick and tired of the way things were going anyway. There was no good reason for Connie to hang around there if she wasn't interested in the product. Therefore, she would leave. Just like that. No obligations, no anything. In the way things looked, it should be all she needed.
But there was also the Madame de Sado to be reckoned with. She was not the most predictable of people to have to contend with. There were all sorts of things that would have to be chanced, though, and of course, there was always the idea that fears were groundless and that the Madame would be more than pleased to get her out of the place. After all, with so many unruly girls hanging around, who needed another? Certainly not the Madame de Sado and she also had a business to run on top of that. Yes, if Connie would only take the initiative, there was no doubt in her mind that she would be let out on request.
"You have something you want to ask me?" chuckled the Madame when she heard that Connie had a request to make. And it probably was funny.
Connie nodded.
"You?"
Connie swallowed.
"Well, go ahead and say it."
Connie tried. Nothing came out.
"Come on. I won't bite your head off."
True, but there was always something else.
"Don't be bashful, child. Speak."
Connie didn't have the nerve.
"Are you going to ask me or not?"
It looked like she wasn't going to ask.
"I don't have all day, you know. I do have a business to run and I can't spend all my time giving it to women who don't even know if they want to join yet."
That might have been the chance that Connie was waiting for.
"That's the thing," she said finally.
"What's the thing?"
"I-I-" Why was it so hard?
"You what?"
Connie took another deep breath. She would get this out in the open if it killed her. And there was deep in her mind the realization that it might very well do that very thing. Survival was a dream.
There was no ignoring it now. No turning back. No anything except following through and doing what it was that had been originally planned. Asking Madame de Sado the question that had been burning in her mind and hope for the best. There was no exit now.
Connie took that deep breath and swallowed.
"I don't think this is the place that I want to work out in."
It was that simple. The words were out and the point of no return had been passed. There was no turning back for the horses had all been cut loose and the bridges were burning behind in a fury of inferno. And all that Connie could do was watch the features of the Madame de Sado.
She was silent for a moment and then looked at Connie.
"Of course you don't want to join. You haven't seen all of the place yet."
The voice seemed cheerful on the surface, but below there was the sort of cutting edge that made Connie think that she was now in for something else as punishment.
Madame de Sado must have known all her thoughts all along. There was probably no shocking her now with anything. And these past things had been against what she had been thinking. Now it was to be a bit farther into things, against what she had said and Connie was worried.
But on the surface, all seemed extremely calm, but it could have been the dreaded calm that always comes just before the worst of storms.
At any rate, if surfaces were anything to go on, Madame de Sado was not especially vindictive about the remark. And maybe that's just the way that she was about the whole thing. Maybe she was convinced that anyone might not want to stay until they'd had the whole tour. Maybe that really was the case. And if not, well, she'd find the answer to that soon enough which is exactly what was beginning to bother her.
At any rate, they now continued into still another room which the Madame de Sado claimed Connie would like even more than the first. After all, if there was any questio in her mind, then it should be settled immediately with this particular room for here it would be decided most likely that she would like the place. This very room.
Connie did not quite catch the phrasing used. After all, it could be taken either way. To tell someone that this is the place would make them like the place could be construed as a suggestion-or ah order. And here it seemed that it was about to become an order. It is too bad that Connie didn't take it that way, as she found out.
Connie was told by the Madame to lie down on her back and wait while the Madame fetched the right weight for this exercise. This was going to tone up her legs. Legs are a place where fat deposits always build up. It was about time that Connie got around to getting rid of the fat legs that she was giving refuge to.
Thefirst part of the exercise had to do with lifting the legs to a ninety-degree angle and then lowering them almost to floor level, about six inches from the ground. Then, raising them againand lowering them and so on and so on. Connie passed that part of the exercise with flying colors and wondered if again she was jumping to wrongful conclusions. There was nothing torturous about this-yet.
The Madame told Connie to hold her legs up. If a small weight was attached to the legs, it helps improve tone even better and before Connie could say anything at all, there was a fifty-pound barbell attached to her ankles.
"Come on and lower it just like you did before," said the Madame de Sado, but Connie couldn't lower it. It was just too heavy to lower.
"Come on, you pantywaist. Lower that leg!"
Connie tried to do it slowly, but it didn't work. Her legs and the weight crashed to the floor with a loud clang.
"Can't do it, can you? Not up to the test, are you? I could do that better than you when I first tried it and that was with nothing but my Southern finishing school background behind me and nothing else. And I was still better than you. Well, you're going to see what it's like to exercise."
Connie gasped.
"Don't take it like all that, kid. You've loved everything else you've had so far here. And this isn't going to be any different than those."
That was just what Connie was afraid of. She knew what the terrible Madame was capable of doing and she didn't want to undergo anything more. But what was it that she was being punished for this time? What could she have done to deserve what it was that she was about to receive? It was very difficult to say, but there was something afoot and it was not anything nice. The Madame de Sado didn't operate that way. All she knew was torture and evil and nastiness.
Once again, Connie felt her legs being lifted up to the ninety-degree angle. She felt the hardness of the weight try to push her legs down while she tried to achieve a certain type of balance so that she could hold it up there comfortably. She wasn't about to do anything else at the moment and she certainly wasn't going to let those legs drop. The jolt when they hit was too much for her to want to experience again. It really did have a shock that had hurt her and she wanted to be able to just get away from all this madness soon and as unscratched as possible. She had pretty much healed from her other indignities and that was the way she wanted to keep things. She was not a torture hound and she certainly wasn't going to be anyone's slave. Especially the one of the Madame de Sado.
At any rate, there was a brief moment before the woman reappeared dragging a spiked board with her. She placed it directly behind Connie's ass so that when the legs fell, they would be impaled on the spikes. And then Madame de Sado revealed her other surprise.
Connie hadn't seen the whip. How could she? It had been hidden. But now that it was out in the open, she was it. Soon she would be tasting it.
Madame de Sado brandished the whip before Connie's eyes. "See this?"
Connie could only grunt. "This is going to teach you the exercise." Connie swallowed. She was a block of fear now.
"This whip is the best way to teach you what you have to know to survive here. This is the finest teacher I can think of."
There wasn't much else Connie could do except hold her ground.
And then the whip spoke. It slashed across her stomach and for a brief moment, Connie thought the world was about to end and her legs began to falter.
Crash!
Again the whip sang out on Connie's beautiful body, but although Connie thought she was going to succumb and drop her legs, she managed to hold them up.
Slash!
It was getting harder and harder. It wasn't going to be easy at all, but Connie knew that she would hold out. She knew that she could keep herself from lowering her legs onto the feared bed of spikes.
Slash!
She could do it. She could do it. She could do it . ... Slash!
Or could she?
CHAPTER NINE
The weight of the fifty-pound weight was tearing at Connie's legs and no matter how hard she tried to keep them up, she knew that the task was not going to be as easy as she might have thought.
But did she want to face the end by destroying her legs on the sharp spikes below? Apparently Madame de Sado didn't mind it at all. She laughed gleefully as she drew the whip across the supple body of the girl again and again. Leather sang out as it met soft skin. The two of them together made a duet that could only have delighted the most sadistic person. Madame de Sado fit that category rather nicely.
"Okay, cunt, how long are you going to keep it up, huh? Think you can keep doing it for as long as I can keep the whip up? Huh? Think so, cunt?"
The fiendish laugh that followed was so blood-curdling that Connie could feel her blood curdle.
"I know what you need, cunt," said Madame de Sado. "I know just what you like and don't like and I've got plans for you, kid. You like it when you get fucked. You like it when you get attacked for purposes of sexual gratification. You really like that shit, don't you? Well, you're in'for it, today, kid, because if it's getting fucked you want, you're going to get it again."
The laugh this time almost curled Connie's brain with the wicked intensity with which it was presented. It almost matched the leering smile on the face of the Madame de Sado as she bent forward for the kill.
The next thing Connie knew, she was feeling the whip again, but it wasn't as she had felt it before. Not a "Slash!" across the body at all, but this time the handle of the whip. It became a dildo and the Madame de Sado began to play with Connie's ass. Connie tightened and tried to relax, but it didn't look promising. She felt that if she allowed it in, she might find herself in even more trouble than she was now. It might mean the lowering of her legs on to what seemed to be certain destruction for her.
"Won't let me in there, huh, cunt? Well, let's see how eager you are for it in the twat like you seem to indicate!"
The next thing Connie knew, there was a whip handle asking for admittance to her cunt. Connie knew she couldn't hold out here at all, no matter how hard she might try. And she knew that it wouldn't help any to try hard, either. The Madame had her way here in no uncertain terms and that was that. There was nothing that she could do but lie there and try to keep her legs up while the Madame played with her cunt.
The handle of the whip moved inside slowly at first and then probed around. It seemed to like where it was and moved in even further. Connie just gasped as it moved in and tried not to lose her cool, although it wouldn't be easy once the great orgasm hit and she knew that Madame de Sado would be aiming for that very thing. She wanted to see Connie suffer as much pain as possible and this was a place where she could try and see what the pain level was.
The whip handle felt large and warm and hard and the farther it went in, the more of a struggle it became for Connie to hold her legs up. She tried, she really tried, but she knew that it would be fighting a losing battle and that's the thing that worried her the most. That's the thing that scared her into keeping the legs up as far as she could keep them.
And then she began" to get a dangerous tinge. Orgasmic!
"Getting a little uncomfortable for you, huh, bitch? Feeling like you might not be able to keep it up much longer, huh? Want to lower your legs any? Come on, bitch, suffer!"
The laughter of the madwoman was what sent Connie's spine into masses of jelly. It wasn't the easiest thing in the world to have to live with and this was not anything that Connie might be able to pass off as nothing.
And then the feeling of orgasm began to grow and grow until Connie began to feel that she might come at any time and if she would, it might really throw her off balance.
"Come on, cunt. "You like it. You know you like it. It's almost as good as the eels, isn't it, cunt?"
And then, with a last attempt at holding her legs high and safe, Connie gritted her teeth in an effort to hold off the orgasm while the feeling grew and grew as the whip handle kept pounding away at her with all its fiendish delight. More and more and more until Connie could hardly stand it. But she would have to because if she didn't, it would be perhaps the very last thing she would ever do.
"Come on, cunt. Come."
Connie strained to keep it in.
"Let it loose, twat. Let it loose."
No. Never.
"Come on, you bitch. Come." Not on your life. "Come, you bitch!" Connie strained to keep it in. She lost.
Suddenly she was hit with the full fury of the orgasm. The balance she had tried for so long to hold became top heavy and she began to grit her teeth in one last effort to keep herself up and afloat.
And suddenly she screamed and a torrent of come juice began streaming from the cunt she had so hard tried to keep dry. Her legs began to tremble and shake and begin to sway. She tried to keep herself afloat, but the sadistic Madame was too into her activities to do anything else but keep plugging away at the twat of the poor Connie.
And then her legs began to give way. Connie tried to hold them back up, but the strain was getting too much for her to bear and no matter how hard she tried, the weight was becoming too heavy for her to keep up. She tried. She refused to let herself become another victim of the Madame de Sado, but this was not going to be easy at all. She could no longer keep her legs up and so they fell towards the spiked board.
Connie couldn't bear the thought of her legs ending up as they did and she screamed as they plummeted down towards the board. She expected any second to feel them pierced by the sharp spikes below.
It never happened.
Madame de Sado laughed even louder now.
"You dumb cunt. You stupid twat. There are no spikes there any more. I moved them when you could no longer see them. They haven't been there since I began fucking you with the the handle of the whip."
Madame de Sado's laughter was maniacal.
Connie could only lie there thinking that she had been taken through a horrible torture again. She didn't like it.
But what could be next? That was the question that pounded its way through her brain. How could this match be a lesser punishment than what was going to come next?
"Well, my pretty, what do you think should be next? Is there something there that you haven't seen that you think you should? I do believe that you said that there were things here that you weren't happy about. Is there anything that I can do to help you change your mind about staying here?"
"I wanted to lose weight." Connies voice was weak.
"Of course. You wanted to firm up those stomach muscles and have that body that makes men drool over you. Well, I have just the thing that you need and I'm quite the fool not to have thought of it before."
Connie wasn't sure that she wanted to know what was next, but there wasn't that much else she could do except try and go through the next activity that had been planned for her and she would best do it with not much complaint because otherwise there would be more trouble than she really wanted. She was at heart a peaceful soul and the last thing she wanted was to be in the sort of incredible situation that only the Madame de Sado was capable of creating.
"Right this way, my pretty," said Madame de Sado with a voice dripping with sweet venom.
She indicated a door.
Connie didn't move. "Something wrong, my dear?" Connie indicated the weights still tied onto her ankles.
"Oh, how silly of me to go and forget such a thing," said the Madame. "I certainly don't have my head on straight today."
She went over to Connie and untied her. Then she helped the girl try and stand up. It was not the easiest thing in the world to do, her legs having been drained of all energy from the weight of the fifty pounds that she had endured. It was not the easiest thing in the world and she certainly showed the scars from it. She was afraid that she might never be able to walk again, but that was certainly a stupid feeling. She certainly would be able to walk again. The Madame de Sado would most certainly see to that being true!
Walking was painful and not at all easy. Connie could hardly stand up. Madame de Sado helped her.
Connie staggered and fell against the Madame. The feel of the leather suit against her naked skin was slightly stimulating, but Connie was not exactly at the stage now where she found things to be enormously stimulating. She could only try and make her way through whatever path she was being led down by the Madame de Sado and try and make the best of it and that, as she well knew, was not going to be easy.
Ahead of them loomed another door.
There are a million doors in this place, Connie thought, as she saw the door come closer and closer with each step they took. She thought about what it might be like when the door would be opened and she would step inside and see the next torture that was being kept in store for her. It wasn't going to be easy, that was for sure.
She had mentioned an interest in losing weight. This would probably be the tie-in for the next torture, although there was no idea in her mind as to what it might be. That seemed to be beyond the grasp of her senses. Besides, the time had been so harrowing that there was just nothing her poor mind could grasp at all that might give her some sort of hint as to just what was in store, anyway. It wasn't going to be easy, but then, whoever said that anything would ever be easy, especially when it had to do with the Sado Health Spa and the ever-present Madame de Sado.
Inside the room was an innocent-looking machine. It looked just like a regular reducing machine.
Connie wondered what could be sinister about this one. It certainly looked okay, but then, looks are always deceiving. You can never tell about anything just by looking at it.
Connie wondered if this was the machine that was going to kill her. She had the idea now that one of these machines was going to do that very job on her and she now wondered if there wouldever be a light of day for her to see. Somewhere-somewhere there was boung to be something that resembled daylight that she could see, but she wasn't sure if she would ever see it. Not if Madame de Sado had anything to say about it.
And the reducing machine might be her statement.
"This is our best reducing machine," said the leather lady.
Connie nodded. She could barely stand, let alone talk.
"I think you'll like it."
Connie nodded again. She was sure she wouldn't.
"And if you want to step right into it, I think you might like it."
She kept stressing the liking of the machine. A threat or what?
"It takes ever so many pounds off you and does who-knows-what with them, but what do you care? They won't be on you. They'll be somewhere else!"
Connie shuddered to think where. But if the Madame de Sado could think of a way to turn them against her, she'd do that, too. It had something to do with being thankful for small pleasures or something like that.
Connie looked at the machine.
"Step into it, my dear, and we'll try it on and you'll find the pounds just slipping away."
Connie allowed herself to be fastened into the machine and the Madame stood back.
"I want to look at you and remember you as you are as a before in a before-and-after ad."
She seemed to be looking a bit too long and a bit too hard to comfort Connie. "I think you're ready." Connie didn't.
And then the Madame stepped to the machine and began the turning on of the machine. And the speed was really quite nice. It shook a little, but it felt pretty good, actually. Not that bad at all. Sort of like a somewhat overactive vibrator. But it felt nice, so that was all that mattered.
"Like that?"
Connie tried to nod. It wasn't easy, but she managed to get something of an affirmative response out to let her captor know that as far as things went, all was just fine and dandy and 'great.
That was all the Madame de Sado wanted to know.
The fiendish grin spread over her face suddenly and Connie knew that something bad was about to happen. She knew not what, but her fears seemed, to, be all that was really needed.
"Here, kid, reduce on this!"
Sudddenly, a new speed that seemed absolutely unheard of was turned on and Connie felt Ike someone was making a milk shake out of her. She was shaking uncontrollably now and there seemed no way of getting out of it unless she was released by the Madame de Sado.
That possibility seemed rather remote, unfortunately.
The machine was going haywire and carrying her with it. It had no way stopping on its own and Connie was unable to reach the turn-off switch and it seemed to her that this might well be the last time she would be in any of these things. Shaken to death! Once the brain rattled loose, there wasn't much else to hope for at all.
As the machine shook her unmercifully, all the Madame de Sado could do was laugh.
"I've got to see to some of my other people here, but you can just remain here and get all nice and thin and sexy and I'll be back in a little while to see how you're getting on. And I wonder if you won't have lost so much of that extra fat that, when I come back, maybe I won't be able to recognize you-you'll be so thin and sexy."
Connie wondered if she'd be anything at all.
And the Madame de Sado let out a fiendish laugh again and left the room for some other place in the health spac while Connie remained behind in the reducing machine wondering how and when she was going to get out of this one and back to a normal life again, if there was still such a thing left around.
CHAPTER TEN
Connie continued to shake like a malted while the Madame de Sado contented herself doing other things outside the room. Connie wondered what fiendish things were going on out there. Whatever it was, she knew that it could be nothing good and that in addition to that, it would probably be the next thing that she would find herself subjected to.
But that was one of the things about life at the Sado Health Spa. Life was always, interesting. Never dull. It could have been a little more routine to suit Connie, but that was one of the things about the place that probably had its charm. Expect the unexpected. Then go a little beyond that and really think the worst. That's what you got next.
But the one thing that amazed Connie was that there were other people and they were all kept pretty much separate from the others. She had expected things to be a little more into group activities than they, were, but that was probably because this was the sort of place where, if people got together for any long period of time, they might band together to overthrow the Madame de Sado and that was not quite what she had wanted. Her idea had been for things to be a bit more like the conventional slave-master relationship. To have the slaves run the master was not quite what she had in mind. It wouldn't be as much fun for her that way. No, clearly, the way that she was doing things was the only way to have a slave-master relationship that was also efficient. For, if there wasn't any efficiency in it, what would be the good of having it? None at all.
Connie thought about what life on the outside world might be like at the moment. Her thoughts turned to Joanne, the woman at the next desk who was probably up in Boston at that very minute-getting a ring. Proposed to.
That's what bothered Connie. Here she was in this horrible mess because she wanted to look good enough to attract a man so she could get married and it seemed the only thing to do in order for such things to happen. It didn't seem fair to her at all. Not at all.
There had to be an alternate way. Why did she have to get married in the first place?. Why was it expected that she had to get a husband and settle down? Why was that the only thing she had been raised for?
Connie began to get rather resentful of the whole situation. All she had wanted to do was to live out her life and not have to worry about the things that it seemed were weighing heavily on her mind. She would have liked to get married.
She almost did. She thought about him. He was a very nice guy whom she really liked and he liked her until he met some guy who turned his head even more. That seemed typical. Find the ideal guy and he turns out to be gay.
But they had talked marriage. And that's what bothered her because she wanted it.
Would it ever be her time?
Would she ever get out of the health spa?
And would she do it alive?
The questions that rattled through her brain were mind-boggling. All that she knew was that she wanted to be elsewhere and that seemed a rather remote possibility at that particular moment. She was in the machine till the Madame de Sado decided otherwise.
And then Connie's thoughts turned towards her captor. What about her? Did she ever want to get married and settle down? Did she ever think about such things?
Perhaps she was the victim of unrequited love, too. Maybe she was the one who dropped a young man because she realized he could never make her happy. Or he dropped her because he realized that there was something wrong with a woman who spent all her spare time torturing young women.
Or perhaps it was another woman who threw her over.
Or maybe it was nobody at all.
Could Madame de Sado ever fall in love? Was she ever capable?
Connie wondered why such things were on her mind. She had no real reason to think about the Madame de Sado in any other terms ) except that she was the enemy, which at that moment in life, she was. There was no reason to think anything else. Pity was probably the last thing the woman wanted. So why give it to her, even from spite?
It was not pity, though. Connie wasn't sure just what it was that she felt. Maybe it was, though. There are times that it gets hard to tell.
Connie wondered what the Madame de Sado might be like as a wife and mother. Or a grandmother. Somehow it just didn't seem possible.
But there were other problems at stake now and that meant mostly that there had to be a way out of the machine that she had been put into for the purpose of losing weight and satisfying the perverted desires of the Madame, who at that very moment was undoubtedly out torturing some other poor woman. It seemed to run that way.
What could Connie do? Nothing at that moment.
The machine seemed to be getting faster, too. That also bothered her. Would it ever end? Not likely.
These things never ended. They might have looked like they would, but they never did.
They must.
But they don't.
It's an endless process.
And very few people ever get through it.
Connie wished that she would be one of the lucky few. After all, someone had to be the one out of a million to qualify to be that one.
Maybe this was her turn.
Maybe she would be the first person ever to leave the hands of the Madame de Sado alive and in relatively good shape. And in relatively good shape, too. And maybe even a few pounds lighter.
Connie's thoughts were interrupted by the return of the Madame de Sado. She had returned and she was now ready to lead Connie to something else. Connie wasn't sure she wanted to see something else, but the Madame had her plans and what the Madame said was generally what was going to happen.
The switch on the reducing machine was the first thing the Madame reached for and she turned off the machine. Connie continued to shake.
"You can stop that, my dear. I've turned off the machine." And she smiled.
Connie tried to stop shaking, but even when she wasn't shaking, she still felt like she was shaking. It was a hard feeling to shake off.
"My, but don't we look thin and sexy! That reducing machine seems to have done you a world of good, my dear. But it also did something horrible. Your tits seem to have shrunk, too. And that is a horrible thing to have to tell anyone. I think we'd better do something about it before it gets too late to do anything about it and I do mean anything."
What did she have in mind, wondered Connie. And would this be the one that would kill her? But there was only one way to find out the answer to this question and that was to do the one thing that she was going to do anyway: she followed the Madame out.
Connie followed the Madame de Sado to a room where there was a piece of machinery that she had never seen before. It was a form of machinery with two arms on them and little cups where they must have attached to something. Connie wondered what.
She didn't have to wonder for long.
"This little machine is going to make our busts bigger and put them back to the size that they used to be when you first came here. This is a bust exerciser and I just know you're going to love it the way that I do and I just adore this piece of machinery here. I could watch it all day if I had the inclination to do so. And sometimes I certainly do. I really think that this is a marvelous piece of equipment. And I sincerely hope that you feel the same way, too."
Connie nodded.
"And I do know that you've been having a wonderful time here, haven't you?" Connie nodded.
"Don't you say anything at all, my dear?" Connie nodded.
"Well, how do you like the, uh, workouts?" Connie sighed.
"They were really good," she said, smacking her cunt lips.
"Good," she said. "I'm so glad you feel that way. And you didn't like what you were seeing so far. I hope you've changed your mind on that score because if you haven't-"
Connie nodded.
"Well, I am glad we see eye-to-eye on some things," said the Madame. Connie nodded.
"Anyway, this is a very fine piece of machinery. I like it and I hope that you will soon share my joy for it, too, because it is a rather wonderful plaything. And what it does to your bust! My dear, you have no idea!"
That was exactly what Connie was afraid of.
"Now, you step over here like so," said the Madame de Sado as she led Connie over to the mechanism. Then she fastened a belt around Connie to hold her to the machine, her arms secured behind her back, as usual, and then attached one arm each to each of Connie's nipples.
"How does that feel?" she asked Connie. This time when Connie nodded, so did the Madame.
"I thought so," she said. "Well, anyway, I do believe you're going to enjoy this one, so if you're ready, so is the machine, so here we go."
A sign on the side of the machine said that the suggested draw on the arms was not to exceed six inches. Madame de Sado set it right on the six.
The arms stretched the tits that they held firm in their grasp and Connie thought it even felt pretty good.
"Feels nice, does it? It really stretches the muscles that don't normally get such use."
Connie nodded.
"I thought you'd feel that way," said the Madame de Sado to Connie.
The two little arms kept puttling and pushing on Connie's tits and Connie wondered what was going to happen next.
She didn't have long to wait at all, but that was what she had grown to expect.
"Now, you must try it this way," said the Madame de Sado as she increased the draw up to seven. It was just a little painful, but it still felt very good.
"Like that?"
Connie nodded.
"Good."
There was a quiet moment.
"Now try this one," said the Madame as she jammed the machine all the way up to ten. "This will really get those tits moving."
And suddenly it felt as if they were not being stretched, but torn. Connie felt like the machine was tearing her tits off her.
"Isn't this a marvelous machine?" asked the Madame sadistically.
But all that Connie could do was watch in fiendish delight as Connie screamed in pain as each tit was pulled and pummeled beyond boundaries of human endurance.
And there was nothing Connie could do except let it happen. And the Madame de Sado was not going to let it happen any other way, either.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
There seemed to be a lot of screaming going on. Connie felt herself going hoarse and still the machine kept on at her body. She had no idea by this time just how long she had been there. It seemed like an eternity. But no matter how long she had been there, she knew that it seemed longer than it really was.
Or was it?
She had the feeling that whatever it had been, it was perhaps a short period of time that only seemed longer because she had been undergoing all this pain and pressure. But then, life seemed to be like that. There was always something that was going on to make it seem unpleasant.
And then the pain passed into numbness. There was suddenly not a feeling any longer that made it hurt so much as it was an annoyance. As the eels had been before here, now this was becoming something of a problem. She had hoped that there would be an end to this one soon, but that was what could only be referred to as wishful thinking. She had many things that she hoped would happen, but they never came true, either, so why should this one be any different? And it probably wouldn't be, either. That's what the problem was.
But the Madame de Sado had gone out of the room now and was elsewhere in the spaand Connie wondered what had become of her and where she had gone. It was a question that gnawed at her and she would have loved to have found the answer, but there were some things that it seemed were just not to be known by her and where the Madame de Sado had gone just didn't seem to be in the realm of the answerable questions.
Again Connie's thoughts turned to other things. It was about all she could do when she was in the state that she was currently in. When the pain of the body becomes too great to be worth anything, then other things step in to compensate. This was one of those compensations that was about to come up and try and get her mind off the horrible torture that was tormenting her soft and supple young body.
She began thinking of just about anything. She thought of her childhood and the first time she ever had sex with a boy. She was all of fourteen and he was the same age. They had both been hearing a lot about sex, but neither had tried it and both wondered what it was like.
The boy lived up the block from her and they used to play together when they were much younger and so one day after school, they met behind the garage and decided to do it.
The garage was extremely well-hidden from all other people and since there wasn't anybody around that would bother them, they decided to see if it was all that they had been hearing. It was, after all, worth a try.
First they undressed. Their bodies had just formed their natural shapes and she had a set of tits that were nice, but not as large as they would eventually get. Her smooth snatch had just gotten some hair on it and his cock had a small collection around it, too. His muscles were just starting to take on a more grown-up tone, too, and so he looked physically ready to do just about anything that a man might have to do.
From the moment that she touched his cock, it sprang into full size and the more she caressed it, the more he liked it.
Each time she would stop, he would ask her to do it more and so she would, wondering all the time what it might be like to have it in her mouth.
She placed it in her mouth and he sighed with pleasure. It felt absolutely great. She also liked the taste and feel it had and so she continued to move it up and down inside her mouth, liking very much the taste it had. It was just the thing that she wanted to have inside her, be it her mouth or even her cunt and that came next because after all, that's what the people said was the place where it was supposed to go. And she wasn't going to argue with what she had heard other people say because they probably knew.
But nobody had said anything about using the mouth and that really felt pretty good, too. That must have something, too. And just because a person doesn't try it that way doesn't mean that it isn't good. It felt pretty good to her.
It felt pretty good to him, too. It felt just the way she liked it, too. He wondered if this was a better place to have it and not in the cunt like everybody said it was supposed to be. It was an interesting thing to think about and he thought about it, but not enough to distract him from the real joy and pleasure that he was experiencing at the moment. He would, however, have to try it inside her cunt because that seemed the real way to have sex and besides, it seemed like fun.
At any rate, they both lay down on the soft ground and he decided to see if she tasted any better herself. So he put his face to her twat and began to eat her out, too. And now she knew the pleasure that she had been giving him with her mouth. And she liked it, too.
The more they got into each other, the more fun it go. They liked doing this strange thing to each other and they knew they would do it again.
But there was more to it than they had done and it was now time for torrid tongues to return to their place and for the two of them to get into the down-to-earth business of fucking, since that's what they had come there to do. So they wrapped themselves in each other's arms and began to fuck.
She cooed with pleasure when he slid his hard, j throbbing cock into her body. Although he was young in years, his cock had not felt the growing pains he had and it was a little larger than one might normally think. It was the sort of size that made one decide that maybe kids do grow up in strange ways and this was not going to be any sort of exception. It was going to grow nice and large and that would be that.
At any rate, it slid right into her tube and he began to fuck her with a great deal of passion. He knew all about how to do it because, after all, his friends kept telling him about it and they must know because they probably got it from a reliable source in the first place. And a reliable source, well, they always knew.
The boy felt a wave of pleasure flow over him that was not to be believed and the girl, well, Connie felt it just as much. They knew that this was the only way to do anything.
And then came the orgasm. Neither of them knew what it was and all they knew was that it came extremely sudden and when it had left, it felt both .terrible and very good.
Both hit at the same time and they tried to muffle their screams, but it would do no good because they just had to scream anyway. It was just that kind of thing.
They had wondered what had happened.
Someone had said you just kept at it until you came and this must have been what was meant by this strange word-coming. Maybe it didn't only mean arriving someplace. Maybe it did have some sort of extra meaning. It must have because they didn't arrive anywhere. Or did they?
At any rate, this was the first and foremost memory in Connie's mind. And she thought of the times they would meet behind the garage and have sex. It was a lot of fun.
Then, when he turned fifteen, his family moved away and that was the last she had ever seen of him. She wondered what he was up to these days and she wondered if she might ever see him again, but she had the feeling that there was a good chance that she might never see anyone but the Madame if things kept up the way they were going and that was a situation that she wasn't sure she could ever be able to face and if she could, then it would take a long time to adjust to.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the Madame. She had returned from doing whatever it was that she had been doing and now stood looking at Connie. In fact, it seemed to Connie that she had been looking at her for quite a while.
"A penny for your thoughts, my pretty," said the Madame de Sado.
"Oh, I was just thinking about the first time I ever had sex with a guy."
"So you can do something besides nod." Connie nodded.
Madame de Sado just shrugged and went on with her thoughts. Evil thoughts.
"I wonder, have you had enough on this machine? I think so." And with a sweep of her hand, Madame de Sado stopped the machine and untied Connie.
"My tits are sore."
"Of course they are. They always feel that way after a good workout that they probably need so bad they could taste it. All unused muscles are like that. It just takes a little bit of time to get them back into shape and to where they should be. Top condition isn't easy'"
Connie was not exactly at her height of consciousness and it took her some time to realize that she had now been tied up again and that now she was game for the next plan the Madame had in mind.
"You mentioned some man you had sex with-have you always had it with men?"
"Only until I came here," replied Connie.
"And then you were worked on by a woman and you seemed to be enjoying it. Did you?"
"Yes, I did," Connie answered.
"You're talking. A good sign," murmured the Madame lightly.
"I can talk," said Connie.
"I thought I remembered you talking once or twice," replied the leather lady. "But now that you are here at the Sado Health Spa, you are going to learn another way of having sexual intercourse, and this is with a woman."
"But what about the other woman who worked on me?"
"A person can have sex with anyone or anything and not have it bother them as long as they don't have to be an active participant. Anything can eat out your snatch and it won't bother you half as much as it will when you have to eat out one yourself. And that's just what you're going to have to do right now, my pretty. I want you to eat out my snatch. I want you to suck on my tits. I want you to do to me the things that have been done to you with you never giving a thought to your ever having to do it yourself because you probably think that it's disgusting and perverted. Well, it is, but it's a lot of fun and it's what you're going to be doing next and for along time to come and I know you're going to enjoy it more than anything else."
Connie was horrified. The last thing she wanted to do was to find herself sucking on the snatch of another woman, especially that of Madame de Sado. She watched in horror as the Madame began to divest herself of the leather suit. First, two huge tits came into view.
"Here, kid, take hold of these for starters."
Madame de Sado thrust two melon-size tits at Connie and forced her to suck on them.
"This ought to hold you till I get the rest of this costume off and give you a crack at the real thing."
Connie tried to move away from the huge tit, but again, she was too securely tied to be able to do anything except just sit there and be ravaged by the woman in leather.
The huge tit found itself to Connie's face and she began to suck on it against her will. It was huge and firm and yet quite pliable and she found herself at a point where all she could do was to take it in and nothing else was possible. And the Madame de Sado was stripping off the rest of her leather outfit to give Connie a chance at the snatch.
"Come on, kid. Suck me. Suck me and love it because you really do love it, don't you? I know you love it, so don't lie to me and say you don't. I know you and your kind. You love it and you want it so bad you can taste it. So taste it, cunt. Taste it and enjoy it, you miserable twat. Come on and suck my tit, twat. Suck it, cunt. Come on, bitch. Here it is. Come and get it."
And then, before she knew anything else, suddenly there was a huge moist twat straddling her face and there in front of her mouth. And there wasn't anything else that she could do but respond to it.
Connie remembered what it had been like when she was the prey for the two women tied up. And she had already tasted the juice of womanhood when she was "fed" but now she had to do it all at once. She had to cut herself a slice of the hairpie and eat it with relish or it might mean an even more horrible torture for her to have to undergo. And that would be unbearable. Just too much to take and that would no doubt kill her. Although death seemed now to be about the only way to ever separate oneself from the Sado Health Spa.
Connie licked at the cunt with a certain degree of apprehension. She wasn't sure that this was what she wanted. She knew for a fact that it wasn't what she wanted, but there was so much tied up with it that it bothered her that she would have to do this and not have any sort of say in the matter. All she wanted to do was to be able to get out of the Sado Health Spa as quickly as possible.
Her tongue lashed at the moist twat of the Madame de Sado. It licked through the wet hair and it kissed the cunt lips and it even entered into the unchartered depths of the vagina. It tasted the taste of the juices of the female and it licked its way into the dank, dark innermost reaches that were hidden behind the vaginal opening.
Connie could hardly keep from gagging as she tasted the fruits that the Madame de Sado had to offer her. All movement was thwarted because of the restraining ropes that held her in place. Although she tried to get out of it, there was no escaping and she was forced to lick her way through the increasingly moist cunt that lay before her. She had very little desire to do so, but that made no difference no. All she knew was that she was being forced to submit to the desires of the mad Madame.
And then, suddenly the Madame de Sado began to breathe a bit heavier than she had been before and that was when Connie knew that the time had come for the Madame to come. The feared moment had almost arrived when there would be a torrent of fuck cream that would come cascading from the inner depths of the Madame de Sado and there would be no turning back, no stopping it at all now. This was the point of no return and there was only one thing left to do: drink it all in.
And then, with a wail that must have deafened for miles around, the Madame de Sado let loose witha monstrous orgasm that sent gallons of the stuff shooting down her twat and into the ready mouth of Connie. She was there and ready for whatever it was that the Madame de Sado had to give her and she accepted it without the least hesitation. To have hesitated would have resulted in a face full of cunt water and that seemed worse than having to put up with swallowing it.
It kept coming in sheets and there was nothing else to do except lap it up eagerly like Connie did. Okay, so it didn't seem so bad once you got used to it.
Connie shuddered to think that she might have to get used to it.
The worst thing about it, however, was the way that she was being forced to take it. She wondered if she might like it more if she had the chance to eat out a female snatch in somewhat better conditions.
Madame de Sado, however, was calling the shots here and it was a clear case of like it or leave it, except that you couldn't leave.
Connie's tongue was everywhere taking in every bit of the come juice that could be taken in and there seemed to be a lot of it to take in, too.
Madame de Sado kept moaning and wailing and thrashing about as Connie kept eating out her snatch. She had stopped coming, but she hadn't had enough yet and wanted more of the same treatment. That figured.
One of the things that Connie had noticed about the Madame de Sado was that she loved things in excess. It was the sort of thing that made things as unbearable as they were. She wanted things to keep up until they reached a point of utter boredom. But, again, it was her ball park and her ball and she was the one who was making up the rules. There wasn't much else that you could do except play along with the rules, no matter how bad they may seem. And they seemed pretty bad to Connie. Worse than she had ever before experienced.
"Come on and eat me out, kid. Take my snatch and clean it for me."
The Madame de Sado was quite vocal now.
"Come on, you bitch and eat me out. You love it, so get on with it."
Connie got on with it.
"Come on, you fucking cunt and get me horny again. I know you want it, so do it before I get mad and have to force you to do it."
Connie wished she'd stop talking.
"If you don't eat me out good, twat, you'll get your head handed to you."
Connie had the feeling the Madame meant ever word she said.
"Eat me, bitch, but good. Eat me real good and I'll let you do it some more."
Connie's tongue was everywhere at once.
She kept up her pace and let her moist tongue roam all over the ever-present twat of the Madame.
Suddenly Madame de Sado's even-toned voice was replaced by something that sounded more raspy and throaty. And breathy. She was going to come again.
"I'm coming, cunt! Get ready because I'm coming again. Don't miss a drop of me, twat, I'm coming! I'm coming, oohhhh, here I come!"
And suddenly, again, Connie's mouth was filled with the taste of the fuck sauce that the twat of the Madame gave her. There was very little that Connie could do again except lap it all up and it was that very thing that she did. She let her tongue repeat the job it had done a short time before and took in all that the Madame de Sado had to send off. There wouldn't be one wasted drop.
There was a lot of it, too, and she licked her way through it all, trying to get each and every drop that there was to get out of it. There was so much to take and so little time to take it all in.
And then the breathing began to return to a level of normality and it wasn't long before the orgasm had stopped entirely.
"Well, cunt, how was that?"
Connie coughed.
Madame de Sado laughed.
"All twats here are alike. No real woman among any of you. Well, that's probably because none of you are real women. You're all fakes. All fags in disguise. All of you."
Connie coughed again.
"You know what you need? You need some skin tone. You need something like that." Connie coughed again.
"You need something for that cough," said the Madame.
And she untied the still coughing Connie.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"You know what your problem is?" the Madame asked Connie. "No."
"Your cunt is too flabby."
"What?"
"You heard me. Your cunt is too flabby, you cunt!"
"I didn't know that," replied Connie. "In fact, I had no idea that my cunt was too flabby. I didn't even know a cunt could get flabby."
"You learn something new every day," replied the Madame. "You have what is known in the trade as a vaginous loosening."
"I have that?" gasped Connie. "What does that mean?"
"It means you have a flabby cunt."
"What can I do about it?" asked Connie.
"Don't worry about a thing," replied the Madame, "because I can help you. No other health spa in the city is going to look after your cunt like I will."
Connie wasn't sure that there was a change in the Madame's, or if it was she, herself. It certainly seemed like there was a change. She seemed more-genuine-was that the right word? Maybe so and maybe not.
Then again, the change might have all been in her. She was tired now. She had no idea how long she'd been in the health spa and much of that time was spent in great physical activity without much time for sleep. In fact, the only times she could remember resting was when she had been fortunate enough to have passed into unconsciousness.
But now there was something going on that she wasn't all that certain would be a good thing, but then, she had the same fears with every move the Madame had made and she was still up and moving, although she wasn't all that sure how long that would last, either. Maybe it wouldn't last very long at all. There was no real way of telling. All that she could do would be to wait and see what came next. And that promised to be the unflabbing of a rather flabby cunt.
Connie had no idea that a cunt could get flabby. She had never heard anyone discuss it and at the office just about every form of female complaint got brought out into the open, she would have to ask about that the next time she got to the office, if indeed she would ever get there again. She had no idea and it seemed that her guess was as good as anybody's, and that was too definite to go on. Not a good bet, at any rate, in her mind.
Connie wondered what she would have to go through to unflab a cunt. Flabby cunt. That was what you called a fat whore, wasn't it?
Perhaps it was listed in only the better medical journals. It could be that the only people who knew of the dangers of the flabby cunt were doctors who spent years and years studying such things, and never releating any information to the general public because it would either cause a panic, or nobody would really give a shit. And flabby cunt was lost to the millions of women in the world that probably suffered from it in the first place.
At any rate, this was to be the one thing that Connie would try and cure herself of. And what bothered her now was that she was at the point where she believed that such things existed. Perhaps it would be something that she would be ever thankful for losing or perhaps it wouldn't make a bit of difference at all. But at any rate, it made sense to pay attention to what was being said on the subject because it was the first time that she had heard of it and it was also the first time that anyone had cared enough to warn her of the dangers and heartbreak of a flabby cunt.
Dangers?
"You don't fuck right with a flabby cunt," said Madame de Sado. Heartbreaks?
"If you can't fuck right, you're gonna feel all that good?" The Madame had a point there.
And then the next thought was as to what kind of machine was going to unflab the cunt of Connie. How would this work out?
Connie thought about what she had endured since her start at the Sado Health Spa. About all they hadn't done to her was paddle her or use electricity on her. She wouldn't have put it past them to do anything like that. Maybe they would, but the best chance was that they might have some third possibility that she had never thought of and hoped that she wouldn't think of it. Surprise was a big factor in keeping her sanity in a place like this.
At any rate, she knew that she would soon find out for there was yet another door looming up ahead and that was the one that Connie figured would be the thing that would get her cunt back to standards.
A good point had been made about the flabbiness of cunts and Connie tried to get her mind off the impending treatment by thinking about what might be done about the possibility of an epidemic of flabby cunts. Perhaps there would be a study made of it. A commission formed: the President's Commission on Flabby Cunts. Maybe special clinics would be opened for the diagnosis and treatment of flabby cunts. New products advertised on TV and radio and newspapers help the user get rid of a flabby cunt with no trouble at all.
Connie's mind reeled with possibilities. Anything than thinking about what it was that lay ahead behind the door of the room ahead. It was too terrifying to think about and she preferred not to think.
At last they reached the door and Madame de Sado opened it and beckoned Connie to enter.
"I think you'll find this machine to be another one that you'll like. Besides being fun, it also gets rid of that flabby cunt and I know how much you'll like that. It's no fun with a flabby cunt and I know how much you'll like that. It's no fun with a flabby cunt and I can speak from experience on that, too. A flabby cunt is nothing to advertise and the sooner you get rid of yours, the better you'll be."
Connie knew that the Madame de Sado was right, but what bothered her was the method that she had in mind to rid her of her flabby cunt. There didn't seem to be anything in the room that might.
Wait a minute. There in a corner of the room was the very thing that would probably be used. There was a machine that had a wheel of rubber paddles on it and it rotated and Connie knew that this was going to be the next machine.
"That's the machine that's going to save your life," intoned the Madame. "That's the very thing right up there."
Connie recoiled for a moment. "That?"
Madame de Sado smiled at her; the broad, sinister smile that Connie had come to expect as commonplace.
"I don't think I want to get up on there."
"I know you don't want to, but you're going to or else I'll place you up there in a bloody mess. Now get up there."
Connie was sufficiently scared to get up and get into position while Madame de Sado used her customary straps in getting her into position. Then she stood back and looked at the girl on the machine. She smiled.
"I hope you're comfortable up there."
Connie nodded.
""And stop that nodding."
Connie nodded again.
This time there was no reaction from the Madame. She just crossed to the other side of the room where the switch for the machine was. And then, with a broad smile, she threw the switch on at full speed.
The wheel started up and the rubber strips began to slap against her cunt with a loud noise and much pain. Connie screamed. There just wasn't that much else that she could do. And when she screamed, it was loud and the Madame just stood there and grinned.
Connie wanted to break off the machine and race over and smash Madame de Sado in the face but again, she was quite securely tied down to the machine and even thinking about moving around was difficult.
The machine was now rolling along at a very good clip and Connie tried her best to withstand the constant slapping on her cunt. It hurt her and the pain just crept from her cunt on up through her entire body until everything felt like it was being slapped continuously by the leather straps. It seemed that there was no way out of it and all that she could do was to let it happen, something that she just couldn't bear much longer.
And then something began to happen that she didn't expect at all. Instead of being just an annoying pain, it began to take on a more sensual quality to it. It was as if there was something more to it than just the pain that kept up and made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. She began to get a rather erotic feeling from it all and she knew that she would probably come again from the rubber straps.
Suddenly, each slap of the rubber was not painful, but erotic and sensual. Each successive slap made her feel even better and each one after that felt even better than the one before. She could feel hat maybe there was something to what was going on after all. The pain was still there, but it felt good now. It felt like something that she wanted to get more of and she was eager for whatever might come next. If she could have managed, she would have stuck a finger or a dildo or a cock down there, but she couldn't and all that remained was to see what the machine did to her cunt next.
And all the machine kept doing was bat away at the flabby cunt with a definite regularity. She could feel it going through her like a mild electric current now and she really enjoyed what it was that was going on.
And then suddenly she began to feel a brand new sensation. It was something she had never felt before in her life. It was a burning sensation, but a warm and tingling burning and not something uncomfortable. It was all pretty comfortable and she liked it even though it was nothing she could explain. But it was there and that was enough.
Until it got stronger and stronger. It made her tingle inside and she wondered what it was going to lead to.
She was certain that she would soon find out.
And she was right.
This feeling that she had was a lead into bigger and better things.
It very slowly, but very definitely turned into a great climax. Suddenly, her cunt began to take on the feeling to a point where she wondered what was going to be next and the feeling rode so strongly that all she could do was pant.
Pants soon gave way to groans and then to moans and then to writhing and shaking and suddenly the rubber was coming back moist and dripping and in some cases flinging the moisture away from her at an alarming rate.
The amount of cunt juice must have been incredible and the orgasm of huge proportions because no matter what she did, she still kept coming. She came and she came with an astounding amount of everything.
Madame de Sado watched in delight and amazement. She had never seen anyone come so much before in her life. She wondered what it was with her and with the machine and what kind of chemistry was involved with the two of them because she had never seen such orgasm before in her life. Especially in her years running the health spa.
And then finally it began to subside and the girl began to pant with exhaustion more than anything else.
Madame de Sado, however, had other thoughts about what was going to happen. There was one good orgasm and another one had to follow it. And so with that in mind, there was going to be more time on the wheel and Madame de Sado settled back to watch and enjoy it all before it ended, which it would probably do at one point or another.
And all that Connie could do was to stay up there on the wheel and hope that things would end soon because she was getting to a point Where she could no longer stand what was going on. (.
It wasn't easy on the poor girl and she wanted to get out of it all and at least get some sleep.
Perhaps she would be out of the place in the near future. Maybe even in the next few hours.
Connie wondered just how long it had been since she had been outside in the fresh air and she thought that it might be a nice treat to be able to get out into it again. It was the sort of thing that would make her feel very happy and if that could be arranged, then she would be the happiest of people. It was the nicest thing she could think of and she certainly needed that sort of thought to get her out of the rut that she was in due to the Madame and her various activities. It was not the rubber straps now that made her uncomfortable. It was the lack of sleep.
But perhaps she would be able to sleep.
If she could only get the attention of the Madame and let her know she was tired.
But what good would that do? That might only make things worse. To try and get something through to the Madame was difficult because she would listen to what you said and then do the exact opposite. That was the sort of person she was and therefore impossible to deal with.
Connie wondered what the Madame de Sado had been like as a child. But even more important, had she ever been one? Somehow Connie didn't get the feeling that she had ever been human. No, that had to be taken back, for she did have her moments on occasion. Didn't she seem even a little bit like that when she led Connie to the cunt machine that she was on now?
And the machine! It had ceased to be both painful and erotic and was now back to the general state of boring. Connie began to think that she could teach the Madame a few pointers concerning the art of sadism.
Suddenly Connie thought that she, too, might be turning into another Madame de Sado. Here she was thinking of ways to show the Madame a few pointers and she was already halfway there to that state of mind. Was this-how the Madame got her start? By showing her master how to be a better slave-driver? Was she once a slave to someone else and managed to take over by sheer knowledge and common sense, not to mention other things that might work in such situations? And was this to mean the downfall of another once-decent human being?
It was hard to say and she wasn't going to think about it. All she wanted to do was to get out of where she was and into a better situation. She needed it.
And the problem became how to get the attention of the grinning Madame de Sado without incurring her on to other horrible things.
That wasn't going to be so easy, either.
Connie, however, managed to hit on a perfect solution to the problem that might solve things all around for getting the attention of the Madame and put herself more at ease.
She passed out.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The next thing that Connie knew, she was no longer on the machine, but again in a room and on the floor. She had no idea how long she had been there, but she knew that it may have been a long while because her cunt wasn't all that sort. It' could have been hours or days or weeks or anything like that. All she knew was that she was off the machine.
Connie took the time to stretch out on the floor. She wasn't tied up this time and so she took full advantage of being able to stretch out and enjoy what was to her the first time in a long time that she could stretch out unhampered by anyone or anything.
And then she closed her eyes and went to sleep.
It was the first time she had been able to sleep in the entire time she had been at the Sado Health Spa. It was one of the most refreshing and relaxing moments that she had been able to spend in the time that she had been there and who knew how long that had been.
She didn't dream at all in the time she slept. She had been so caught up in sleeping off the deadness that had crept in that the mind didn't dream a thing. It was also tired. It needed rest, too.
And then the quietness of the rest was disturbed. Suddenly the Madame swept into the room and woke up Connie with a kick from her leathered foot.
"Tired? You can't be tired. You just got here and already you're tired. That can't be. You need some exercise to get the blood circulating again. You have got to get up and get into your exercises again or you'll be even fatter and flabbier than you are now."
Connie groaned. She didn't have the strength to get up again and so she didn't move.
"Come on, cunt, up and at it." And another kick to punctuate it.
Connie didn't move.
"Come on!" The Madame de Sado pulled Connie up to a standing position.
"I'm tired," said Connie. "Leave me alone!"
"What?"
"I said I'm tired," repeated Connie as she found herself getting second wind suddenly. "Leave me alone!"
"Do I hear you correctly? Do I? I hope I don't because if I do, then you don't know what you're in for."
"You did hear me correctly, cunt," said Connie.
"What does this mean?" a shocked Madame asked.
"It means," said Connie, "that I've toured your spa and taken that no-obligation tour and trial day you told me about and I don't like it here. I am leaving."
"You don't like it here?" asked the Madame.
"Detest it. Absolutely detest it."
"Why you-"
Madame de Sado never finished the words she had started for her sentence ended in a flying leap on top of Connie.
In the fight that ensued, Connie was amazed at the strength that she had in fighting Off her opponent. She was able to keep the Madame at a good length and had no trouble at all in staying out of her way. Except one time.
Once is all a good fighter needs and one moment Connie was ready to light into the Madame de Sado with no trouble. The next moment, she was out cold on the floor, the victim of a double fist over the head.
The Madame looked at the woman on the floor and wondered what to do with her next.
Should she lock her up till she came to and then try to break her into a first-rate slave?
Or should she get rid of her altogether? It was a rough choice. Both ways had their plus and minuses.
For example, if she were to let Connie go, there might be repercussions concerning law enforcement organizations that wanted to look into the Sado Health Spa. And she just wasn't up to that any more. She had gone through enough days of having to hide anything till the heat was off. That was not her favorite activity.
But on the other hand, if she kept her around as a slave, that meant devoting a lot of time to her in the effort to break her and that suddenly didn't seem worth the trouble and effort, either. She wasn't as young as she used to be. And besides that, there was a a good number of girls in the Spa already who were in the various stages of slave-breaking and that just didn't seem to be all that necessary to have another novice around the place. They were generally more trouble than they were worth. She probably could use another slave in due time, but at the moment, she needed another beginner around like she needed a hole in the head.
She would have to make a note of that and not renew the advertising for the Spa at the end of the week when it ran out. She had all the business she needed.
But that didn't solve the problem of what to do with Connie.
But wait!
She had hypnotized Connie before she had taken her into the Spa. And the usual command given was that upon leaving the Spa, there would be no recollection whatsoever of it, no memory of the Spa at all.
That proved to Madame de Sado that she was getting on with age. How could she have let a thing like that slip her mind?
So it was settled. She could get this bitch out of here right now!
She dragged the unconscious body of Connie to the door and pulled her put into the hallway and to a special red door off to a side.
Then she opened it and the warm night air rushed in from the alley. If connie was smart enough to realize where she was, she would see that she was in an alley and that her clothes were in one of the garbage cans, assuming the garbage hadn't been collected or some scrounger hadn't taken it home.
Connie began to stir slightly as Madame de Sado deposited her in the alley. Then she turned over and began to move. She was coming to again, so Madame de Sado quickly closed the door to the Spa and went about her business inside the building.
She didn't want to be around when Connie woke up, free again ... at last!
Connie's head ached like hell. She had red and black spots dancing before her eyes and the light hurt, too. She closed her eyes again and rested. The bed was cold and hard, she thought. Damn that Madame de Sado anyway. But at least I got my way. She's letting me rest.
A cool breeze caressed Connie's nude body and she reached for a blanket or sheet to cover herself with. All she wanted was a little sleep, just a little sleep. But her hand didn't come back with a blanket or sheet. It was empty.
Connie squinted and saw cement.
She saw a curb.
A fire hydrant.
She sat up, her head throbbing and looked around. What the hell had happened, she thought as she looked around. What am I doing here?
She was in an alley, she realized slowly through her pain and tiredness. She was sitting in a gutter, her legs in front of her straddling the red fire hydrant. She slowly rubbed the back of her head where the ache was worse.
"Motherfucker," she mumbled as she slowly and aching got to her feet.
"Motherfucking son of a bitch," she said louder as she realized that she was standing in a stinking alley's gutter completely naked. "Madame de Sado, you cunt, come out here and fight like a woman!"
She realized how silly that probably sounded, but she'd said what she meant. Looking around she saw a red door, faded paint, chipping, and a even more faded sign painted on the building next to the door. She was sure it said "Sado Health Spa" but the paint was so old she couldn't even make out the colors.
Down the alley a few feet were several garbage cans. And among the litter and trash she could make out clothing. One of the things looked very familiar-her shoes!
Connie rushed to the garbage cans and indeed they were her shoes, and under that, filthy with garbage, her dress! Everything was so dirty she couldn't bring herself to pull it out and cover her nakedness. Better to take a subway ride home completely naked than wear clothing like that!
But she couldn't go about stark naked. She'd be arrested, at least; raped, at worse-or killed by some pervert. It was starting to get dark and the cool breeze started to take on a nip. No, she said, I definitely need some clothes. And I know exactly where I'm going to have to get them.
She walked back to the red door and knocked-knocked as politely as if she were calling on her grandmother.
There was no answer. Connie knocked again, louder. She knew someone had to hear that, she could head the slightly hollow echo from the other side.
She pressed her ear to the door and listened. She could only hear her own pulse ringing in her ear. Calm down, she told herself. No one's going to hurt you now; no one at all.
And you're a damned good liar, she answered herself.
Connie balled up her fist and pounded on the door as hard as she could. She stopped and pressed her ear to the door. There was the unmistakable sound of a voice on the other side of the red door. Connie pounded once again and listened. More voices. She hit the door hard with both fists.
A muffled voice asked, "Who is it?"
"Connie," she replied. "I'm out here in the alley, naked and cold. Won't someone let me in? Please?"
The muffled voice laughed. "If you're in the alley, you're there for a reason."
"Oh, please," Connie begged. "Please?"
She pressed her ear to the door and hear footsteps going away and a door closing. "Oh, no, please," Connie shouted, banging on the door.
She banged for a few seconds longer then stopped, a feeling of defeat flooding her. She thought for a moment she was going to break down a cry, but didn't. She realized that it would do her no good. She was too angry to feel better after a cry. It'd only make her feel worse.
That was it. She was angry. And when Connie was angry, watch out. She kicked the door-not too hard, she was very aware that she was barefoot. She started walking toward the head of the alley. She never got that. A man appeared-then a second man. The were bums. Connie paused, not sure what to do. She decided, quickly, to brazen it out.
Head high, tits swaying, she stepped out in long strides, keeping her eyes straight ahead.
That's the ticket, she told herself. Absolute confidence. Nothing unusual at all.
The two men stood there staring at the naked woman striding towards them. She tried to walk right between them. Without planning it, each of them grabbed one of her arms and started pulling her back into the darkening alley. Connie screamed and struggled. Being pulled backwards, she was off balance, and her struggles were fruitless.
The men were bums and winos and stank. Their dirty, rough hands pawed at her tits, pulled at her pussy. She screamed and kicked, landing a foot squarely in one man's crotch. He yelled and slapped her across the face, hard. The second man already had his cock out and hard.
Connie worked a hand free and slugged the man who had hit her. He swore at her and hit her back. Black spots swam in front of her eyes and she sagged, suddenly weak. It was a prime opportunity for the second man. He easily shoved Connie's thighs apart and shoved his hard-on into her unwilling snatch. A long sigh escaped his unshaven lips-his breath was putrid and it brought Connie around quicker than his cock in her cunt.
Her eyes cleared and her energy and strength returned. She still had one hand free. The first man was holding her other hand and struggling to get his pants unzipped. Connie swung her fist at the man between her legs and landed a solid punch on his jaw. He yelled, balled up his fist and started to swing at her, but Connie twisted away and his fist crashed into the first bum instead, stending him sprawling across the dirty cement.
Connie swung again, hitting the second man behind the ear. He sagged. He wasn't knocked out, just stunned. It gave Connie enough time. She wiggled free while the two bums were recovering and in a stumbling run, made a break for the street.
She didn't get far. The second man tackled her, his dirty hands grasping her around the thighs. Connie fell, face first, onto the concrete and the second man was already crawling over her body, trying to poke his prick into her from behind. It was too little for that and he kept missing her cunt and hitting her asshole.
Connie continued to struggle. She didn't try yelling anymore. It used up too much energy. She had to be free before the first bum arrived again. Connie twisted around and swung a clenched fist at her attacker. Her fist landed behind his ear again. In exactly the same spot he'd stunned him before. He was out this time. Out cold on top of her. He was a heavy mother!
Connie squirmed out from under him and got to her feet, breathing hard. She'd barely regained her balance when she saw the first wino charging her like a mad bull, arms wide, hard-on waving from his now open fly. Connie's instince was to run.
He was too close for that. She spread her legs, crouched, balled up her fists and waited the brief moment it took for the drunk, lust-crazed old bum to reach her. Then, quickly, she moved out of his path, sticking out a foot to trip him, and following up with both fists on the back of his neck.
He went sprawling face down onto the cement. There was a sound, and Connie knew the old bum had smashed his nose. Now she ran for the street and made it, only the moans of the two winos behind her as a reminder of what almost happened.
On the street she quickly looked left then right. To her right she saw the main entrance to Sado Health Spa. She dashed for the door, threw it open, and entered the lobby. It was empty. There was no one behind the desk. It was most unusual, she thought, especially with the door unlocked.
She tip-toed quietly toward the door to the interior of the Spa. All was silent.
She paused, breathing lightly.
She strained her ears.
Still all was silent.
Then she heard the unmistakable sound of Madame de Sado laughing. Well, Connie thought, the old cunt is up to something no good.
Connie eased the door open and slipped into the hallway. Creeping along silently she headed towards the sound of the laughter. It came from one of the exercise rooms. When she was close enough to one of the doors she also heard a low moaning. Connie concluded that Madame de Sado was torturing one of the girls. She bent over and peeked through the key hole. She'd been correct in her assumption.
But Connie wasn't in a rescue mood. She wanted some clothing, a pair of shoes, and some cash to get home on. She moved past the door of the exercise room toward a door she remembered belonging to Madame de Sado. Connie was convinced that in that room there would be something she could use.
Luck! The door was unlocked. Connie opened it softly and slipped inside. Indeed this was Madame's room. Every piece of furniture was upholstered in black leather. The pictures on the walls, the entire decor bespoke the woman's passion for punishment and enslavement. She even had a lamp made out of manacles and branding irons,.
Connie went to the closet. Inside were a lot of clothes, all of a style that only Madame de Sado wore. What the hell, Connie thought. Even in her most bizarre costume I'll just look like some other freak on the subway. No one will notice. She picked a garment that looked like it would fit-a two piece black leather outfit consisting of an extremely tightfitting blouse and snug slacks. She also found black boots with spike heels that fit. She put the outfit on hurriedly. She found herself so involved in getting the clothes adjusted right in front of a full lenght mirror on the back of the closet door, she failed to hear the hall door open. "You!"
The voice startled Connie. She whirled around and saw Madame de Sado standing in the door way holding a whip casually in one hand. Madame de Sado swiftly entered the room, slamming the door behind her.
"Well, bad pennies and all of that shit!" She lashed out with the whip.
Connie dodged and the whip bit into the closet door. Connie rushed to the other side of the room, hoping to stay out of range while she tried to find a means of escape. The room wasn't that large and there was only one exit.
The whip lashed out again, not quite reaching Connie, but taking a bite out of a table. Connie was scared. She knew she had to defend herself. It wasn't going to be as easy as fighting off two drunk winos. No. Madame de Sado was extremely sober and also angry.
Out of the corner of her eye, Connie saw the Madame's collection of whips and instruments of torture. There was one whip on the wall that looked to be as long and nasty as the one the woman held now.
When the whip cracked the air again, Connie made a desperation dive for the wall. Madame de Sado's whip again missed by inches. Connie actually felt the breeze of it as it sailed past her face. She grabbed the leather handle and yanked it from the wall.
Connie whirled around, legs spread, whip at the ready. The sight of the blonde woman in black leather holding an eight foot bull whip gave Madame de Sado pause. Connie was suddenly a beautiful woman to Madame de Sado.
But Connie didn't think Madame de Sado was a beautiful woman. Connie was prepared to fight for her life. She snaked out the eight foot long whip. It was amazing how professional she looked doing it. Connie herself was amazed at how natural it felt in her hand.
The two leather clad women circled each other, neither one now wanting to be the first to strike, both looking for an opening. Connie wanted to get near the door, escape; and Madame de Sado now didn't want Connie to escape. Yes, she had thought earlier that she didn't have the time or the patience to go through the training period, but now, seeing Connie like this, it would be worth all the effort. Madame de Sado felt for a moment that it was possible that she'd finally met an equal.
Connie had only one thought in her mind, get out of this place and get home. She moved again, forcing Madame de Sado to move also. A few more feet, Connie thought, and the door will be clear.
As if reading her mind, Madame de Sado moved back to cover the door. Connie became desperate. She lashed out with her whip. Madame de Sado dodged left, ducking. Connie's whip snaped as loud as a pistol shot in the air. But Madame de Sado had moved and uncovered the door. Connie moved swiftly and gained the door, but couldn't leave. Madame de Sado's whip lashed her leg, ripping the leather but leaving her flesh unmarked.
Connie whirled around and lashed out at Madame de Sado who was still recovering. Her whip snaped around Madame's whip arm, opening the woman's sleeve and leaving her arm numb for a moment. It was a moment Connie used to her advantage. She opened the door and lept into the hallway.
Running toward the door to the lobby, she glanced over her shoulder and saw Madame de Sado come into the hallway and start running after her. When she reached the door to the lobby, Madame's whip cracked over her head, inches short of target but too close for comfort.
Connie turned, her back to the lobby door and faced the still charging Madame in the same manner she'd faced the charging wino in the alley a few minutes before. But Madame de Sado was no drunken wino.
The Madame stopped out of range. The two women faced each other, equally matched adversaries now. Madame's eyes sparkled. She was enjoying herself.
"Now, you stinking cunt, I'm going to rip your flesh to shreds," the Madame growled, snaking her whip behind her.
"Oh, yeah?" Connie answered as nastily as she could. "You and what army, you dyke bitch."
"You will pay for those words, scumbag!"
"Oh, yeah?" Connie said. "You're going to have a tough time of it, asswipe!!"
Madame de Sado spread her legs, prepratory to lashing out with her whip. But Connie was quicker-her whip flicked out quick as lightening and snatched the Madame's whip from her hand.
Madame de Sado stood there, a look of astonishment spreading over her face. Connie laughed. "Now who's going to do what to whom?" Connie took a step forward. "You filthy, shit eating, bitch. I'll show you who's going to whip who! Take that!!"
Connie's whip lashed out at the defenseless Madame de Sado, laying open her blouse and exposing one of her huge tits. Madame de Sado started backing up slowly. Connie's whip flicked out again, wraping neatly around one of Madame's ankles. Connie pulled back, hard, and Madame de Sado tumbled to the floor.
"Now I've got you where I want you, stink hole," Connie said, grinning. "Now I'm going to give you back every single piece of pain you gave me!"
Connie kicked Madame de Sado's hip. Madame de Sado groaned as her body slid a few inches along the highly waxed floor. As the Madame's body still moved Connie lashed out, the whip shredding the Madame's pants down on leg, laying the material open from hip to mid-calf.
"You are the ugliest woman alive," Connie taunted, "and when I finish with you, piss hole, you're going to be ugliest woman in the cemetary!"
With the butt of the whip Connie swung down hard, striking Madame de Sado on the back of her skull. The Madame groaned. Connie stepped back and swung the whip.
Snap, slash. The blouse was nearly in total shreds. Madame's tits were completely bare.
"Those silly tits of yours are too fat, Madame. They need some reducing exercises!"
"Oh, no," the Madame cried, covering her breasts with both arms. "Not my tits. Not my beautiful, big tits!"
"Move your arms, Sado, or you'll never have the use of them again."
Madame de Sado looked up at the blonde torturess and trembled. Never in all of her life had anyone, man or woman, dominated her! Never! And now, this pipsqueek was in total command. Madame de Sado was now aware that her snatch was wet. Oh, no, she thought. Not that. Not that.
"Move those arms!" Connie commanded.
Madame de Sado did as she was told, laying on the waxed floor of the hall with her arms stretched out. Connie lashed down with the whip again and again, raising welts on Madame's huge tits.
Finally, exhausted, Connie stopped. It was amazing that throughout the punishment, Madame de Sado said nothing.
Connie heaved a sigh, dropped the whip and headed for the door to the lobby and her freedom. She paused in the open doorway and looked back.
Madame de Sado had one arm covering her face. She was sobbing-not a weeping one easily identified with pain, this was emotional.
"Good-bye, Constance. I'll-miss you," the Madame said brokenly.
"You really are an asshole," Connie said. Then she turned and left never to return to Sado Health Spa.
