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By Dashwood (dashwoodwilkes@excite.com)


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 dreamlike 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.