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(MF, exh, reluc, v, bd, huml, ws, scat) *** I had been an automotive engineer for nearly ten years when I happened to buy a Canadian lottery ticket on a visit to Toronto. When I found out that I was the sole winner of a fifteen million dollar jackpot, I didn't stop laughing for a week. Clearly, I didn't have to work anymore, but how could I put my newfound wealth to good use? I ran through the various thoughts of fancy cars and extended vacations, but then I realized there was no reason I couldn't fulfill my real dream. For years, I had bought various B/D and S/M magazines and films, but now I was going to invest in the real thing. With enough money, you can buy just about anything, and I landed upon a scheme that would allow me to use my engineering skills as well. My first move was to buy an abandoned auto plant. At two million, it was a steal. I then spent the next six months renovating it to my specific needs. I retained many of the conveyor belts and overhead pulleys, because what I was creating was nothing less than a bondage and discipline assembly line. By the time I was finished, I had created ten individual sites which would comprise a kind of decathlon of sexual abuse and humiliation. All I needed was some willing participants. This too was no problem. As I said, money has a way of ironing out inconveniences. I simply placed an advertisement in a variety of adult publications which outlined my plan. It read as follows: $25,000 Will be paid to any woman who completes The Ordeal. This is a series of ten tasks which will be completed within six hours. While each participant will be videotaped, there will be no human contact whatsoever. Interested parties should apply to the address below with three nude photographs (front, side and back) I then sat back to await the results of this little fishing expedition. I imagined that most of the responses would be from hookers eager to make an easy buck, but I was overwhelmed by the variety of responses. College coeds, housewives, aspiring models and actresses all sent the required photos. Most of them also sent an accompanying note trying to rationalize their behavior. They needed the money for a nose job, or a new car, or acting lessons. I found it all rather amusing. By the end of the week I had nearly eighty respondents to choose from. It was a pleasant task selecting the very first participant. I finally landed on Pam Kliza, a senior at the University of Michigan. Her accompanying note explained that she needed the money to go to law school, but I was hardly concerned with that. What interested me was the face and body this blonde coed had on her. She was more sensuous than cute, and her full lips gave her an erotic look that immediately captured my attention. Her body was of the type which no exercise or diet plan can achieve. She had a beautifully thin waist above which blossomed two of the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen. They positively defied gravity, and jutted towards the camera with a certain pride of their own. Her side and rear views revealed a muscular, pert behind which perched atop long, slender legs. It would be a pleasure to follow her progress along my little course. I wrote her back with the necessary details, and on the appointed day I was pleased to see a late model Escort pull up to the gates of the old assembly plant. I had already ensconced myself in the elaborate control room I had created. From here I could control all of the video cameras, as well as the various devices which Pam would soon be encountering. She approached the side door with obvious trepidation, but after a few glances in each direction, she opened it and stepped inside. I had set up the process so that it would involve no human contact at all. For some reason, that increased its appeal to me. Each site had a series of elaborate instructions, and they had to be followed to the letter to collect on the $25,000. The idea that this girl would essentially be punishing and humiliating herself for my entertainment was perhaps the most appealing part of the whole process. I watched with a wide smile as Pam approached a table on which I had set out $25,000. I thought this was a nice touch, as any doubts she had would vanish at the sight of the cold cash. Beneath the cash was a short notice: Welcome. As agreed, upon completion of ten tasks, you will be awarded the $25,000 that is on the table in front of you. If, at any time during the process you wish to quit, simply say the word "Uncle." The Ordeal will cease immediately and you forfeit any claim to the $25,000. In each room you will find a series of instructions which you must follow to the letter. Here is your first series of instructions: Stage One: A) STRIP I could see Pam swallow and look around her. She took in the three video cameras monitoring her every move and looked back at the instructions. I could see she was steeling herself for the forthcoming ordeal, but I was sure she wouldn't back out now. I saw my hunch was right as she reached for the top button of her shirt. She started slowly, but her resolve grew as she slipped out of her clothing. It was like watching a beautiful statue being unveiled for the first time. By the time she stood in only her panties she was stripping at high speed. She briskly pulled the thin white cotton briefs to her ankles and kicked them into the corner with a defiant gesture. It was obvious she was even more magnificent in the flesh than her photo had indicated. I couldn't wait to see her in action. Her second instruction was slightly more involved: B) TRIM PUBIC HAIR AS CLOSELY AS POSSIBLE AND PLACE IN WALL SLOT I could see her jaw muscles clench as she reached for the scissors on the table and quickly fulfilled the second instruction. Inside the wall slot was a small plastic box which was immediately brought up to the control room by remote control. I noted its arrival even as Pam began to follow the third instruction: C) SHAVE ALL PUBIC HAIR I had thoughtfully provided shaving cream and a razor for this purpose. While many men like to see women in elaborate costumes, I prefer mine stark naked, with freshly shaven cunts. Pam lathered up her exposed pussy and began to shave it in short, swift strokes. I dabbled my fingers in her still warm fur patch as she denuded herself. She was now prepared to enter my little fun house. Her last instruction simply stated: D) EXIT ROOM THROUGH RED DOOR Pam took one last look at the cash on the table and then marched resolutely through the red door. I liked this girl's spirit already. Stage Two: Behind the red door she found a series of four restraints which she was instructed to put on her wrists and ankles. She complied with surprising alacrity. These restraints were attached to mechanical arms to which I had the controls. With all four restraints firmly in place, I now had the ability to use and manipulate her as I wished. She gasped slightly as she heard the faint sound of machinery and felt herself being lifted into the air. The mechanical arms carried her a short way and then descended to position her firmly over the kind of leather horse that is used in gymnastics. Once I had her in position I took a few moments to enjoy the view of her jutting behind, which was totally exposed for my benefit. I made sure my cameras were clearly focused on this inviting scene. There was a close-up on her inviting rump, another on her clearly apprehensive face, and a long-shot which took in the whole scene. At the flick of a switch I brought down a mechanical arm at the end of which hung a short length of braided black leather. I brought this before Pam's eyes and was glad to hear my microphones capture her quiet moan of disbelief. I swiftly brought the whip behind her and began the second section of the ordeal. With my controls I could vary both the speed and frequency of Pam's strokes, so I started her off easy. It was a quiet, almost dream- like scene. The immobile coed was completely helpless under the quiet efficiency of the mechanized whip. The microphones I had installed captured the slap of leather against soft flesh with wonderful precision. After her skin began to glow a soft pink, I increased the intensity of the blows. The whip was raised behind her and snapped down with increasing force. She began to twitch and writhe as slight welts began to appear on her flesh. I made certain to vary the location of my blows, although I confined my attention entirely to her beautiful behind. After five minutes of steady whipping, the sharp cracks of the blows were beginning to resound in the small room. Pam was whimpering and moaning, and a quick glance at the video monitor revealed that tears had begun to streak down both cheeks. I decided to finish her off with ten extra hard blows. I paused slightly and then launched the first blow at her by now well blistered ass. A sprightly yelp escaped her lips before she bit down hard on them. She managed two more blows before a low moan escaped from her. I decided she had nearly had enough and began to finish her off quickly. She seemed to realize she was in the final stretch and any pretense at retaining her composure evaporated. She howled long and loud as the final blows descended upon her tenderized ass cheeks. At the final blow I also released the restraints holding her and she immediately fell to the ground, both hands clutching for her burning cheeks. I was quite pleased at this opening. My thinking in beginning with a sound whipping was twofold. First, I figured that once a girl had endured this kind of punishment, she would have an incentive to continue with the ensuing stages. Having suffered that much, what was a little more? Second, I like the look of a girl with a freshly beaten ass. I looked forward to viewing her bright red cheeks as she continued to go through her paces. After a few minutes spent rubbing her abused posterior, Pam began to look around at her surroundings. She immediately noticed a small door which had been behind her the whole time. An arrow pointing towards it was enough to give her the idea. The only way through the door was to crawl, and my bright little coed did just that. I couldn't help but laugh as her glowing rear end disappeared through the flap. Stage Three: In the next room, Pam was met by a sign right in front of her nose. It informed her that she was to stay on her hands and knees during her stay in this room. Her first task was simple enough, if slightly distasteful. To her immediate right lay a dog dish filled to the brim with Alpo. I had lovingly stenciled her name on the side of the dish. Below her name were the words, "No Hands." There was no question what was required of her, and with her burning ass spurring her on, my hungry little pup quickly crawled towards her dinner. Like a good pup, she sniffed at her meal before taking a few tentative mouthfuls. My cameras were there to catch her whole performance. There's something peculiarly erotic about a grown women eating from a bowl on the floor. Her blazing ass only added to the spectacle. After a few mouthfuls, Pam took a more determined approach to her task. She seems intent on getting it over with as quickly as possible, and began gobbling down large mouthfuls of the pinkish meat. As stray pieces dropped on the floor by the bowl she swiftly licked them up, and in a matter of minutes she was expertly licking her bowl clean. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn that this little bitch ate off the floor on a regular basis. Having finished her meal, Pam crossed to the other side of the room, where newspapers were laid out on the floor. The sign above them was set just below a camera. It was terse and to the point: DO YOUR BUSINESS. ALL OF IT. KEEP LOOKING IN THIS CAMERA Pam cast an anxious glance at the camera, as if pleading her case, but the camera's gaze never wavered. I zoomed and focused the cameras for the best possible effect, then waited. Pam gathered her resolve and lifted her chin to look straight into the camera. Behind her, I had another camera trained on her shaven snatch. With her legs spread and her back arched, my little bitch began to piss. The first few spurts were tentative, but soon a steady flow was staining the papers below her. Within moments the wetness had spread enough to stain her spread knees. I was pleased at her concentration, as she never took her eyes off the camera as she emptied herself. I had had my doubts about requiring my girls to shit on camera, but I figured for $25,000, I should get my money's worth. Pam uttered not one word of complaint, but began clenching her stomach muscles in an effort to comply with her instructions. She strained for nearly a minute before a different expression came over her face. Obviously, she was having some success. With my second camera trained squarely on her upraised bum, I felt my heart beat slightly faster as her pink bumhole began to expand. I could hardly decide which monitor to look at. On one monitor a smooth, perfect piece of shit was emerging from Pam's still red behind. On another monitor her face began to assume the same hue as her bum. She was beet red from shame and embarrassment as she took her required dump. I could hardly wait to edit this sequence together. Leaving her presents behind her, Pam couldn't crawl out of that room quickly enough. She had completed three parts of the Ordeal, but she still had seven to go. Stage Four: As she entered the next room, she obediently stayed on her knees until she reached her instructions. She then stood up and read them closely. I had decided to give her a breather at this stage, which I hoped would give her an impetus to go still further. Her task in this room was quite simple. At one end of the room stood ten empty champagne bottles. All my intrepid little coed had to do was carry these bottles from one side of the room to the other. The only catch was that she had to carry them with her freshly shaven cunt, no hands allowed. I could see a flash of relief on her face at this relatively easy task. She immediately set to it, squatting over the first bottle and lowering her cunt on it until a full four inches of the bottle were lodged inside her. Cautiously assuming an upright position, she began to tentatively walk across the room. She walked awkwardly, her legs spread and the large green bottle swinging slightly with each step. I was tickled to see her tongue peek between her lips as she concentrated on the task at hand. It took her nearly thirty seconds, but she was now on the other side of the room. She squatted again and slowly pushed the bottle out of her cunt. I was deeply impressed at the extent of her vaginal control. Sometime, somewhere, Pam had been well trained. She swiftly ran back to the other side of the room, her bulbous hooters bobbing at each step. She was the picture of concentration now, and she soon established a rhythm which I couldn't help but admire. One bottle followed another, and a slight sheen of sweat developed on her soft skin as she neared the end of her task. As she wobbled across the room with the final bottle stuffed up her pussy, her face was aglow with pride and pleasure. It had been a relatively easy task, and I suspected that the repeated stimulation of her cunt had brought her to a state of sexual arousal. As the last bottle was lowered to the floor, I flipped a switch in the control room which opened a small door to her immediate left. Stage Five: Putting her training to good use, she immediately crawled through the door and found herself on a moving conveyor belt. I saw her look around in wonder as she was carried to her next task on the far side of the building. When the conveyor belt burst through a door and Pam found herself in another room, she had the good sense to get off and take in her surroundings. What she noticed immediately was the heat generated by this room. I had contrived to raise the temperature to approximately 130 degrees. It wasn't quite a sauna, but it was close enough. Pam peered at the instructions posted on the wall and read as follows. SUCK THE DILDO TO COMPLETION She didn't have to look far to see what the instructions referred to. In front of her, at waist height, a seven inch flesh-colored dildo was attached to a mechanical arm. It stood at an approximately forty-five degree angle. Pam approached it cautiously and looked it over. Satisfied that her task was as simple as it seemed, Pam dropped to her knees and closed her mouth over the dildo. For a few minutes, I was satisfied to watch her at work. She was clearly no novice. Almost immediately, she had settled into a natural rhythm, and her blonde hair swung slightly as she bobbed effortlessly up and down on the plastic cock. Soon enough, the heat of the room began to have its desired effect. What had begun as a slight glow of perspiration was building into a full-bodied sweat. Drops of moisture began to fall from her chin as she continued to work the dildo over. When the sweat began to drip from her erect nipples, I began to make her task a little harder. The dildo was attached to a mechanical arm for a very simple reason. I wanted to give Pam a moving target. She started slightly as the dildo began to rise, but she never lost contact with it. The dildo rose to about five feet, and then I began moving it around the room. To all intents and purposes, Pam's mouth appeared glued to the dildo. Wherever the dildo went, she willingly followed. I began to move the dildo in circles around the room and Pam had to jog to keep up with it. I increased the speed of the revolutions and Pam began to grab at the dildo with both hands to maintain contact with it. She was absolutely dripping with sweat as she ran briskly around the room, desperately trying to keep her mouth on the plastic cock. I began to play a little with her, moving the dildo both high and low. At times I had her laying flat on the floor, wriggling her naked body across the room as the dildo moved scarcely an inch off the floor. It reminded me of playing some kind of gamefish off the coast of Florida. I could tell my prey was tiring so I decided it was time to reel her in. I began to raise the dildo higher, and Pam stayed with it. As it reached head height, I slowed its ascent, but kept it climbing. Pam immediately realized what was happening and grabbed on to the mechanical arm with both hands. At that point, it was a simple matter to lift her off the ground. I raised her to a height of about fifteen feet and then stopped. If a girl ever had a reason to suck cock, this was it. She was dangling helplessly in the air, her profuse sweat running off her body to splatter on the floor below. Her legs kicked helplessly at the air as she continued to work furiously at the dildo, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head. It was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. Her exquisite body was beautifully defined by the sweat which covered her, and I could see her muscles working under her skin as she strained to complete her task. Her focus was complete. Everything she had ever known or learned was devoted to the single task of emptying out this dildo. When I decided she had worked long enough, I let my finger hover over a button that controlled the jism mechanism. It wasn't real jism, of course, but a synthetic blend of materials that closely resembled the real thing. The advantage of this was that I could make as much of it as I wanted. In this case, the tube which ran through the dildo was ready to spray two gallons of warm cum over and in my spunky college girl. I pressed the button and turned my gaze back to the monitors. Pam jerked as the first wave of cum hit her, but she hung on like the thoroughbred she was. I had arranged for it to emerge in spurts, and I was completely surprised by Pam's reaction to this cum shower. I had expected her to lower her head and simply take the jism on the back of her head and neck, but somehow she got the idea in her head that she should try to drink as much of the cum as possible. Doubtless her first boyfriend had something to do with this reaction, but I was pleased beyond belief. With her eyes closed, her mouth opened and shut like a fish as the manufactured sperm poured over her. I could see her Adam's apple bobbing up and down as she swallowed as much as she could, occasionally gagging as the constant stream proved too much for her too handle. As the jism slowly dribbled to a stop, I lowered her to the floor. Within the confines of the control room, I had to suppress myself from giving her a standing ovation. Really, she had gone far beyond the call of duty in this section of the ordeal. She was an exceptional young woman. Stage Six: After her cum facial, I though it was only natural that Pam would wish to clean herself up a little bit. Her wish would be granted in the next section of the ordeal. I lowered the dildo down to her and she seemed to intuitively understand the signal. She grasped it firmly and I was able to lift her up for the short journey to her next destination. Hanging from the oversized plastic cock, she got a good overview of the complex before she was deposited on a diving board. She let go of the dildo and looked below her in disbelief. She was looking into the depths of an enormous toilet. What was required of her was self evident. She wiped some of the remaining cum from her face and looked around her. There was nothing else for it. This enormous toilet had taken me nearly three weeks to construct, but it would all be worth it in a few moments. Pam looked at the camera monitoring her and her exhibitionistic tendencies took over. She advanced to the edge of the board and glanced at the bowl some twenty feet below her. With scarcely a moment's hesitation, she bounced twice and then jumped gracefully into the air. She spread her arms and executed a flawless swan dive, her lithe body knifing through the air before plunging smoothly into the calm water of the toilet. The water was deep enough that she didn't bump herself, and she emerged quickly enough, paddling with small strokes to keep herself afloat. This brief swim was doing her good, cleaning her up and refreshing her at the same time. I enjoyed the spectacle of a naked woman swimming in a toilet for a few moments. I was pleased to see that her breasts seemed especially buoyant, and they bobbed enticingly at the water line as she kept her head above the water. The next step was logical enough. At the pull of a lever, my lovely young coed was unceremoniously flushed. She heard the sound of a valve opening and had the good sense to take a deep breath. In a moment she was being spun in a circle as the water began to disappear. Spinning faster and faster, she slowly moved to the center of the vortex before being sucked out of sight. She emerged, shaken but unhurt, on a large rubber mat which caught her, but allowed the water to run through. She looked very fetching with her wet hair straggling down both sides of her face. Stage Seven: She was already looking about for her next task before I lowered a wire basket down to her. She dutifully climbed into it and was once again hoisted into the air. As she was carried to her destination, she peered over the top of the basket like an inquisitive puppy, wondering what new adventure awaited her. The basket began to descend and Pam nimbly jumped out at her next stop. She found herself in a room that was bare except for a series of dildos sticking out of the wall and a digital counter and clock that was visible on the opposite wall. A new tube of KY JELLY lay at the base of the dildo wall. In this case, her objective was not immediately apparent, so she advanced to the instruction plaque mounted next to the lowest dildo on the wall. YOU MUST CLIMB THE DILDO WALL AND BUTTFUCK YOURSELF ON THE BLACK DILDO NEAR THE TOP OF THE WALL. A RATE OF 60 THRUSTS PER MINUTE MUST BE ACHIEVED TO COMPLETE THIS TASK SUCCESSFULLY. Pam stood back to gaze up the wall in search of the black cock. It was near the top, almost fifteen feet above her head. She would have to use the other dildos to climb the wall and get at it. She swiftly figured this out and bent down to open the tube of jelly. Taking a liberal handful of it, she swiftly lubed up her rear end with generous amounts of jelly. I could see her thin finger slipping into her hole to lube herself on the inside as well. That accomplished, she began to climb the wall with her typical determination. She skillfully used the dildos to negotiate herself towards her objective. After about a minute of climbing, she was almost there. Keeping a firm grip on two adjacent cocks, she gingerly turned herself around. She found two dildos below the black dildo to rest her feet on, then slowly began to back herself towards her objective. It was a bizarre sight. Her feet were resting on dildos that forced her to bend her knees to an extreme angle to achieve satisfactory dildo-anus contact. The only satisfactory dildos for her hands were on opposite sides of the target dildo. As she grasped them, she looked like some kind of bizarre bird, poised for takeoff from her cock-like perches. I had been especially thoughtful about camera placement in this room. I had my usual long shot camera, as well as cameras directly above and below her. From above, I would have a totally unimpeded few of the jet black dildo being pumped vigorously in and out of her muscular ass. From below, I knew I would have a perfect view of her dangling hooters flopping back and forth as the eager little bitch impaled herself for my pleasure. The dildo itself wasn't overly large, being a mere one inch in diameter and seven inches long. I had installed a small photoelectric cell in the top of the dildo to measure her thrust rate. Every time the cell was blocked off from the light by her anus, that would trigger the counter to register one thrust. From the top camera I could see Pam's hairless asshole closing in on the rigid black cock. Once she achieved contact, she paused to collect herself, then began pushing. I got a real sense of satisfaction as it slowly disappeared into her. As she pushed it in deeper, the counter on the opposite wall registered a "1." Pam immediately understood the meaning of this and began pulling herself off the dildo. As she pushed herself back on, the number "2" registered, and Pam began to accelerate her pace. She was gazing unblinkingly at the second hand of the clock and the counter as she began to accelerate to the required thrust a second pace. Soon enough, the black cock was pistoning smoothly in and out of her ass. Pam's pink little tongue began to peek out as she tried to increase her pace. After her first minute she had registered a mere 15 thrusts. Her second minute had brought her up to 27 thrusts a minute, and as she settled into a steady rhythm, she was up to 48 thrusts by her third minute. She was now audibly grunting with the effort required to both balance herself and give her asshole a thorough reaming. When she only achieved 42 thrusts in the fourth minute, I could tell my eager young slut was beginning to tire. It was time to help her out a little. Unseen by her, a small flap directly below the black dildo opened, and a second dildo began to appear through the opening. Within a few seconds, Pam's twat had made contact with the second dildo and it threw off her rhythm as her eyes widened at the new intruder. As it moved more deeply into her, she accommodated herself to fucking both dildos with admirable ease. It was when I started both dildos vibrating that the young coed's sex drive began to take over. She had begun this section as merely another part of her Ordeal, something to be gotten over with. As she reamed herself on the twin dildos, this objective began to fade from her mind. Now, she was simply fucking herself, oblivious to the clock, the counter, and the cameras. Her mouth was hanging slackly open and her groans were giving way to moans. The resilient young bitch was giving herself a thorough double fucking, and she was beyond caring who or what was watching her. I sat back in my chair and watched the scenario unfold. Pam was sweating now, and a thin stream of drool ran out of the corner of her mouth. As I watched her pump the twin dildos in and out of her body, it was clear that this was what Pam had been born for. She was merely a series of fuck holes, and the sooner she realized that, the happier she would be. With a little luck, she would soon be a professionally attired attorney, conducting herself with decorum in the courtroom, but I knew that even within the hallowed halls of justice, her mind would be thrown back to this moment, when she was nothing more than a naked, shameless, bitch, wantonly fucking herself on a wall of dildos for the pleasure of a complete stranger. I watched in amusement as she easily humped to a 68 stroke a minute pace. Not that she cared. She was past caring now. Her head was thrown back and small animal sounds were coming out of her. I doubted even her closest boyfriend had ever seen her like this. She was giving herself the kind of pleasure that a woman can only give herself. She was up to 75 strokes a minutes when the inevitable became apparent. She arched her back and raised her mouth to moan at the ceiling, even as her sweat-streaked ass twitched back and forth on the cocks at high speed. My little bitch was coming, and nothing could stop her now. She gave a series of small gasps before an inarticulate scream resounded through the room. Her bum began to slow down, but even after her moans had ceased I could see her twitching slightly on the two cocks. Gradually, the realization at what she had done began to seep in as she hung on the wall. She became conscious of her obscenely dangling titties and her fully-filled fuck holes. Blushing with shame, she pulled herself off of her new best friends and slowly descended the wall. She was a little shaky by the time she reached the ground, but she would be okay. I gave her a few moments to get her breath, because none of the last three tasks were easy. Stage Eight: I wanted her to walk to her next station, and when she saw the open door to her left, she calmly went through it. I monitored her progress down the hall as she followed the arrows to her destination. When she came to the closed door, she took a deep breath before going in. As she entered the room and saw what was before her, I saw her jaw begin to tremble. It was a simple enough set up. Set near the floor were a pair of stocks, with holes for her head and wrists. Some ten feet behind that a single candle had been lit, and flickered fitfully on the floor. Hovering above all this was what Pam recognized as an enema set-up, a large red bag and a tube hanging from it that was maneuverable by a mechanical arm. She hardly needed to read the instructions, but she did anyway: YOUR ASSHOLE IS A FIRE HOSE. PUT OUT THE FIRE. Pam read this over a few times, and I could tell she was trying to decide if this was all worth it. Thinking back on her beating, her aerial BJ and her high speed ass-fuck, I was sure what her decision would be. Sure enough, she advanced to the stocks and knelt down in front of it. She inserted her wrists in the appropriate holes and laid her head down as well. From the control room, I brought the top piece of the stocks down over her with a resounding click. As Pam was forced to look straight ahead, she saw a mirror which was slanted to bounce the reflection off an overhead mirror. This way, she could see her naked body and the candle that was her target. I brought the enema tube down to her anus and slowly guided it into her upraised rear. There was little problem with this. Pam had done a good job of preparing her tight little rectum for me. I inserted six inches of hose into her, then opened a valve that released warm, soapy water. I watched it flow through the clear plastic tube to be sucked up by her greedy anus. Once she had two quarts in her, I removed the nozzle and sat back to watch the fireworks. As I expected, her first effort was fairly pathetic. She barely held the water at all before she began spraying the floor behind her. The fluid was a pleasant shade of brown, with small chunks of feces sprinkled in. The candle was never seriously in danger as she emptied herself out on the floor. She watched all this unfold and swallowed as the hose was lowered to her ass again. I felt a little like a gas station attendant as I filled her up again. After I had topped her off with another two quarts, she had the good sense to hold her water for a minute before it began squirting into the air behind her. Her initial blast barely missed the candle, and her second blast was just short of it. I heard the candle hiss as a stray drop hit it, and Pam looked up hopefully at the sound. But as the last drops dribbled out of her, the candle was burning as brightly as ever. I didn't hesitate, but lowered the tube down for her third anal feeding. This time, I added an extra quart, causing the young blonde to moan as her distended belly sagged towards the floor. This time, she seemed determined to hold her enema for as long as possible. She was trying to build up her muzzle power, and tears began to stream down both cheeks as she held her enema past three minutes, whether from shame or effort I couldn't tell. At last, she was ready, and she arched her bum towards the ceiling, striving for a high arc to her release. The first blast was accompanied by the loudest fart I had ever heard. Such a big sound for such a little girl. By now, the water pumping out of her tiny asshole was crystal clear. It came out in steady bursts, pumping high into the air and catching the light as it arced across the room. It was her second burst that finally extinguished the candle, but she still had a full load to get rid of. Five more large bursts exploded out of her before she settled down to a steady trickle. I pressed a release button and she was able to remove herself from the stocks. Her intense humiliation pleased me greatly, but if she thought she was humiliated now, I wondered how she'd feel once she got to room number nine. This was where she was headed now, and as a small door opened in front of her, Pam obediently crawled through it. Stage Nine: I was especially proud of room number nine. I had put a lot of time and thought into it. Pam's eyes opened wide as she saw what awaited her. I have always been fascinated with the idea of women and animals. The problem is, it's essential that both the woman and the beast be willing participants. Pam's participation was already accounted for, but I thought long and hard about what to do for an animal. I finally landed upon building a mechanical dog, and that was what Pam was looking at now. It was an extremely realistic looking Rottweiler, and a low growl was already emitting from the speaker in his throat. The instructions on the wall were simple enough. FUCK ROVER UNTIL HE COMES As Pam crawled over to Rover, her eyes caught the bright red dildo hanging between Rover's legs. She knew what was required of her, and I could see her summoning up her resolve. Quite sensibly, she first crawled underneath Rover and began sucking on his cock. Once she had it well slicked up, she reversed position and I raised Rover's front paws up to make it easier for her to get into position. She scuttled backwards until the bright red head of Rover's cock was pressed against the opening of her cunt. She slowly began to impale herself on it, and I slowly started the cock moving and vibrating. Pam was surprised to feel this, but adjusted herself to it immediately. As she settled herself round the cock, I brought Rover's front legs down and wrapped them around Pam's ribs. They made an appealing couple, and my cameras would catch every moment of their intimacy. There were two monitors that I could scarcely keep my eyes off of. The first was a view from directly behind and below Pam and her new lover. From this angle I could see Rover's big red dick penetrating Pam's freshly shaven pussy. The second view was simply a side view of the whole scenario. The sight of this hound fucking my naughty little coed was extremely exciting. There's just something about a woman on her hands and knees that is extremely erotic. The sight of her dangling hooters bobbing at each thrust only intensified the experience. As Pam's doggy-fuck continued, I began to increase the intensity of Rover's strokes. At this point, Pam had no idea how to make Rover come, but she would soon find out. Directly in front of her was a device which measured sound in decibels. I had seen Pam look at it, but she seemed to have decided it played no part in this episode. She was quite wrong. The only thing that would trigger Rover's mechanical nuts was a certain level of sound. The needle on the meter needed to get into the red zone before Rover could spill his dog jism. It was time to give Pam an idea of what was required, so I simply made Rover start barking. With each bark the needle on the meter would jump, and I could see Pam looking at it in confusion even as she continued her humping. It was clear to me from watching her that this was not her first encounter with doggy-style sex. I found myself idly wondering if she had her first doggy-style fuck on a bed, or on the floor. After nearly two minutes of steady barking from Rover, Pam seemed to get the idea. Softly at first, she began to bark. She immediately noticed that the needle had swung higher than before, and so she began barking louder, chiming in with Rover's accompanying woofs. They made a pretty pair, fucking and barking on the floor. However, as I well knew, barking alone would not trigger Rover's cum-sack. The two had been fucking steadily for ten minutes when I pulled Rover's head back and made him howl. Pam took this as a signal and began to howl as well. The needle trembled ever closer to the red zone. With the turn of a dial, I increased Rover's fucking speed and with the flick of a switch drool began to drip from his jaws and spatter on Pam's back. All that was left was to sit back and watch. Pam looked as beautiful as I had ever seen her. With her hands and knees well spaced, her back was well arched as she fucked Rover and lifted her head to howl. Beneath her, her magnificent breasts danced to a rhythm of their own. Rover's drool was running down her ribs and coating her tits with a fine film of wetness. The drool finally dripped from her erect nipples onto the floor. Most beautiful of all, Pam was no longer trying to complete a section of the ordeal, she was fucking, pure and simple. Who or what she was fucking made no difference now. All that mattered was stimulating the slick hole between her legs. Her howls were no longer manufactured, but willingly, joyfully given. She was being given the fuck of her life, and she was loving it. Pam was really the ideal subject for The Ordeal. No matter how degrading the sex, once her pussy began to twitch, there was nothing she wouldn't do. Finally, I could see her body tensing, and with one more ungodly yelp, the needle flickered into the red zone and Rover's cock began pumping jism into her aching pussy. She came wonderfully, her whole body trembling and her eyes rolling back as an immense orgasm swept through her. Vague grunting sounds came from her as she continued to move softly back and forth on Rover's cock. I was glad she had enjoyed herself, because I didn't think she would enjoy the last section of The Ordeal, although I knew I would. I gave her a few minutes to catch her breath, and then lowered a steel basket down to her. She climbed into it to be carried to her final destination. Stage Ten: As I lowered her down, I could see her glancing anxiously around for her final task. There really wasn't much to be seen, aside from a table with three objects on it. She walked to the table and looked them over: two pairs of handcuffs and a pair of goggles. A small schematic over the table indicated how they should be used. She quickly slipped the goggles on, and, as indicated, snapped a single cuff on each wrist. She then put her hands behind her back and attached her right hand to her left elbow, and vice versa. This simple device would prevent her from protecting areas I wished access to. Next to the door on her right, her instructions were stated quite clearly. REMAIN ON BALANCE BEAM FOR ONE MINUTE Once I saw she had read this, the door opened and Pam stepped through it. Where she found herself was in a kind of modified racquetball court. Five feet above the ground, a balance beam some four inches wide stretched across the room. A small set of stairs led up to it, and a thickly padded mat lay on the floor beneath it. This was the beam on which Pam had to remain for one minute, and a large clock on the side wall of the room would allow her to monitor her progress. Of course, there was a little more to it than that. On opposite sides of the room, I had placed two machines customarily seen at tennis clubs. These machines were designed for one purpose only, to shoot tennis balls at varying velocities. Pam seemed to recognize them, but dutifully climbed up the stairs and ventured towards the middle of the balance beam. I started the clock, and the game began. I was particularly looking forward to this segment, because it allowed me fairly direct interaction with Pam. I controlled the tennis cannons from my control booth, both in terms of direction and velocity. Small cross hairs on my monitors would assist me in delivering the balls to precise targets. I set the initial speed at 60 MPH and lined up my first shots. Pam was clearly considering her strategy as she saw the muzzles of the cannons begin to move. She hadn't decided on it when I launched the first ball from behind her. It caught her squarely on her left ass cheek and she wobbled slightly, unprepared for the first hit. This, of course was the beauty of the system. There was nothing she could do to protect herself. She was a completely open target. As the second hand swept past twenty seconds, I amused myself by aiming shots at her feet and ankles. Her jumping and dancing as she tried to avoid these was quite comical. I paused for five seconds to see what she would do, and she simply stood there, twisting her head back and forth, trying to anticipate the next shot. This made my job all the more easy. I raised the sights on both cannons to hooter level. The cuffs on her wrists and elbows had the delightful effect of thrusting her jugs forwards prominently. They both stood out, simply begging for abuse. I pushed the two buttons and the two hard yellow balls whizzed towards their targets. Pam saw them coming, but was paralyzed by the thought of two balls at once. In scarcely a second, they both slammed into their respective milk-bags. Pam yelped slightly and staggered along the beam. A final shot off the back of her head, and the already unsteady coed tumbled to the mats below. She hit the floor in a tangle, all legs and tits, but she was up in a second, and before I knew it, back on the beam with a determined look in her eyes. This time, she decided to be a moving target, and she began running as quickly as she could, back and forth on the balance beam. It was quite a challenge to lead her enough to hit her regularly, but she was able to absorb most of the shots fairly easily. I knew her weak point however. As the clock swept past thirty seconds, I simply timed my shot, and launched a 75 MPH blur at her left tit. The ball caught it flush on the side, flattening it and pushing it up against its jiggling partner. With a yelp, Pam hit the floor once again. Over the course of the next half hour, Pam tried as many strategies as she could think of. She tried crouching with her feet together, but this led to poor balance, and a single shot to her cleavage was enough to send her onto the mats. She tried crouching with her legs apart, but this opened her naked cunt as a potential target. She was quite a sight as she crouched down, her chest heaving as she looked at the camera in front of her defiantly. She was openly defying me to do my worst. I decided to accommodate her. Targeting was no problem, and in a flash a tennis ball was rocketing towards her open snatch. It was a direct hit, but Pam absorbed it well, being prepared for it. I decided to see how long she could hold out. Not having to worry about targeting, I simply hit the fire button over and over. Ball after ball slammed into her exposed twat and she grunted with each impact. I decided to vary it a little, and as I launched the sixth straight ball at her cunt, I launched another one from behind her. As one ball slammed into her pussy, the other bounced off the back of her head. The sheer surprise of the second ball was enough to send her onto the mats. As she lay there quietly gasping, I could see tears forming behind her goggles. I could tell she was near the breaking point. After all, it had been an afternoon of no small energy expenditure. Having anticipated this, a small panel near the floor opened to reveal a final option for her. Simultaneously, two clamps descended from the ceiling to where she could see them. The sign read: OPTION 2 - PLACE YOUR ANKLES IN THE PROVIDED CLAMPS AND LAST FIVE MINUTES WITHOUT SAYING "UNCLE." Pam couldn't get her ankles in those clamps fast enough. I hoisted her into the air and prepared her for the grand finale. I spread her legs and hung her over the balance beam, just enough so that her hooters were dangling in the air, some four feet above the ground. She presented a beautiful spectacle. Her cunt, ass, and both breasts were fully exposed. I cranked the velocity up to 100 MPH and began working her over. For a solid minute I simply worked on her ass. I was getting off a shot every three seconds, and the balls careened crazily around the room after slamming into her jutting ass cheeks. I launched a couple of balls at her twat for good measure, and then turned my attention to her tit meat. They were exactly as I had pictured them when I had first seen her photograph. They were firm, but large enough that they dangled below her like fleshy punching bags. They were already swaying slightly, but they'd be doing more than that by the time I was done with them. I couldn't help but reach inside my pants as I lined them up. I began stroking my cock even as I began launching small yellow missiles at this helpless coed's dangling tits. I could hear her yelps as the balls began connecting solidly with her twin beauties. As my stroking increased, so did the frequency with which I fired. After three solid minutes of tit abuse, I was could feel myself starting to cum. My thumb twitched spasmodically on the firing button as I felt my balls tighten and a hot stream of sperm spilled over my hand and on to my clothes. Even through the haze of orgasm however, I could hear the cry of "Uncle!" coming over the loudspeaker. I ceased firing immediately, and gazed with sympathy at the sobbing coed hanging over the balance beam. She must have been devastated, knowing she had gone through so much abuse for no gain. I released her from the clamps and released the handcuffs by radio control as well. I could see the look of disbelief on her face when she looked at the clock and saw that she had only thirty seconds to go. As she stood there, naked and humiliated, I decided all her fine efforts shouldn't go to waste. When she finally exited the room, she found herself back in the room where she had seen the money and removed her clothes. As she quickly dressed, I could see her eying the table. She hesitantly walked over to it and saw $5000 alongside a note which simply read, "Thank you for an enjoyable afternoon." She began looking around and began to address one of the cameras. "Does this mean I can come back and try again? I mean, I didn't know I was so close. I'm sure I could make it next time." I knew I would love to see her go through her paces again. It would be no great trick to make The Ordeal a little more punishing, a little more humiliating. I tilted the camera up and down a few times to indicate my answer. Her smile broadened as she tucked her shirt inside her pants. "Okay, well, I'll be back. See you soon!" She flashed me a smile and headed out the door. It occurred to me that she maybe she hadn't enjoyed herself as much as I had, but almost. I would be happy to schedule her for another session, but I wanted to see some other contestants in action as well. I reached for a folder next to me and took out the picture of Lisa Braun. She had beautiful dark hair and a small frame and waist that accentuated her full breasts wonderfully. Her accompanying note said she was a newlywed, and she wanted the money for a down payment on a house. We would see just how badly she wanted it. The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 32