Occupational Hazzards
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning, I met with Dana to officially become
a part of the Cooper Organization. I was rather
surprised she said nothing to me about her high-flying
act. I certainly didn't want to bring it up by saying
I hardly recognized her with her clothes on. We went
over all the typical pre-employment items such as pay
and benefits. We then went over the unique Cooper
contract. Written is non-technical, user-friendly
language, the contract specified that a Cooper
Organization employee would be bound to never reveal
anything regarding the Organization, its members and
employees or any circumstances involving the
aforementioned. Failure to adhere to this obligation
would result in recuperation of all sums paid for
services rendered and attachment of all investments
made with such funds. It seemed like a straightforward
contract and I signed.
During the ensuing several months, I watched Jim and
others from my new staff go about their duties.
Sometimes I observed through the one-way mirror and
other times as an active participant in a punishment
room. Three months into my new career, I assisted Jim
and another staffer, Susan, in administering to my
original black couple whom I learned were named Philip
and Yvette Johnson. Jim applied the punishment to
Yvette. As promised in the lounge, he stretched her
tight on a horizontal rack and attended singularly to
her belly. Initially, he used molten artist's
sculpting wax that he ripped free after it cooled. Her
abdomen was then caned, whipped, and stood upon by Jim
in his jack boots. Concurrently, Phil was mounted to a
vertical rack in full view of his wife. Susan treated
his soft, middle-aged body to a devastating series of
beatings. When finished, his swollen trunk and head
were covered with a rapid lashing with a thin
fiberglass rod. The rod drew rivulets of blood
wherever it landed.
I assisted Susan in releasing Phil and binding his
arms behind him. We moved him to Yvette's racking
station where we stood him on the rack straddling his
wife's mid-section. Susan made a quick, experienced
estimate of Phil's inseam and chose a 40 inch pole
that resembled an overly long broom handle. While she
prepped the pole, I placed a choking noose around
Phil's neck and ran the end of the rope through an
overhead pulley. Susan had lubricated the blunt end of
the pole and told me to pull the choking rope. I
lifted Phil several inches off his wife's rack while
Susan inserted the pole quickly into Phil's anus; she
positioning the poles sharp end into Yvette's naval.
Phil's choking noises were mixed with gasps of pain
from the anal intrusion; Yvette only stared at me as I
strained to hold Phil in the air. Susan jumped off the
rack and fetched two large plastic bags of crushed ice
and placed them on either side of Yvette's torso.
Yvette gave me a hand signal to lower Phil so his feet
rested on the ice bags. I kept tension on Phil's neck
loop as the ice initially settled then tied the rope
off securing him in position. Over the next few
minutes, the ice would slowly melt gradually lowering
Phil, and the sharp end of the pole, into Yvette's
belly. Concurrently, the blunt end would be worked up
Phil's butt.
Phil's erection became rigid as the pole slowly inched
up his rectum. Yvette began moaning as the pole gnawed
into her belly. Susan slowly stroked Phil's penis as
Jim ran several fingers into Yvette's vagina. I
applied duct tape to the couple's mouths and operated
between them both pinching their nostrils closed. The
resultant struggle for air intensified the effects of
the pole for both victims. The ice continued to melt
increasing Phil's misery and drawing blood from
Yvette's belly. Yvette gasped and shuddered. Her eyes
were pinched shut and she panted for air. Susan
twisted the pole in a counter clockwise screwing
action to force it further up Phil and out of Yvette.
With Yvette temporarily out of danger of being
impaled, Jim and I went to work on her belly with hot
pliers. This caused her to orgasm. Her screams of
pleasure induced a similar reaction from Phil which
signaled an end to the session. Jim and I lifted Phil
off the ice while Susan extracted the pole. Yvette was
still in post-orgasmic rapture and hardly noticed when
we released the pressure of her racking ropes. Phil
collapsed to the floor rubbing his neck while Yvette
just smiled with her eyes peacefully closed.
"Travis, you promised me some exciting treatment for
my breasts," Yvette mumbled.
"Perhaps next time," I replied.
"I'm ready now," Yvette demanded. "Phil will not be up
to anything for quite awhile--I was looking forward to
some quality time with you...alone."
"The customer's always right," Susan reminded me.
On to Chapter 8
