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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.