Occupational Hazzards
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The next several months went without incident. Dana,
Buddy and I were back to work at 100 percent. I did
have to separate the twins as they got too vicious
again. Luckily, it was on each other. They had a
gorgeous lesbian client one evening who wanted to
torture Jana while Sadie performed sex acts on the
client. However, Jana wanted to do the client and
Sadie refused. I'd have thought they'd had the
presence of mind to compromise but instead it came to
blows. The girls did a thorough job on each other and
if there had to be a declared winner, it was Jana as
Sadie hit her head on a piece of equipment and
suffered a fairly debilitating concussion. She had
blurred vision for nearly three days. Also, we had a
client and nobody to service her. She sat on a
vertical rack and enjoyed watching the twins beat each
other senseless. However, when we wheeled them both
out, she was pretty upset she wouldn't be taken care
of.
I checked to see who was available; unfortunately, it
would be several hours until I could free up two
people our client would agree with. I called Dana.
When I told her what had happened and that we had a
naked lesbian pissed-off; she volunteered to help if
she could.
"Bit of a problem there," I told Dana. This woman
wants to torture a victim while one of us has sex with
her."
"Shit," Dana breathed in the phone. "I've never done a
woman and I sure don't want to be the victim."
"Well," I responded. "I think I could lay out some
procedures that I could endure if you could take care
of having the sex part. You could probably get by with
just using your hands and some implements--I don't
think you'd have to do any oral duties."
"Jesus," Dana answered. "I really don't think I could
perform oral sex."
"The good news is that the lady is beautiful; long,
fine blond hair, equally long and fine legs; firm
breasts and huge nipples! You know, maybe I'll call
somebody else...".
"No way," Dana ordered. "I'll be right there!"
While we waited for Dana, I explained the situation to
the client.
"I was really hoping to work on a woman...but you've
really tried to help. You gotta promise me though that
I'll get a chance at those black twins!"
"Done deal," I said. "Soon as there fixed up and I'm
done kicking their ass. Now before our partner gets
here, how should we address you and what would you
like to do?"
"Mistress is suitable I believe," she answered. I want
to hear you scream while I'm being...well, screwed is
the politest term I know."
"Please, don't be embarrassed here or with us," I
advised. "Our pleasure is to serve you Mistress.
Please tell me what you want."
Over the next several minutes, I worked with my
mistress to set the stage for her. She wanted us both
naked except I' be decorated in a variety of chains. I
removed my clothes and obediently helped her off with
hers. I aided her in choosing chains and connecting
them around various parts of my body. I, thinking of
my own comfort, suggested I be tied to the vertical
rack but told her that that way she'd have comfortable
access to me and Dana to her. As she bound me to the
rack, I guided her through the connections so I
wouldn't be strained too much. Before I could take her
to the next step, she began to tongue my chest and
biting at random. Dana entered and Mistress stopped in
mid-lick.
"Your slut servant has arrived mistress," I announced.
"She awaits your orders."
Dana bowed her head and extended her arms in a gesture
of submisiveness.
"What do I tell her?" mistress whispered.
"If it pleases you mistress, may I direct the wench?"
I asked.
"Would you please?" mistress pleaded.
"Bitch! Disrobe and attend your mistress!" I
commanded.
Without hesitation, Dana began removing her clothing.
When nude, she stood at attention for further
direction.
"Stupid cunt, your mistress needs your help! Oil her
immediately!" I demanded while winking at her.
Dana hurried to a nearby cabinet, rushed back to us at
the rack and poured oil on our mistress's back while
the lady chewed on me. I augmented her gnawing with
groans of discomfort. Dana soon had the woman's body
well lubricated and stood back awaiting further
instructions.
"Caress her breasts woman," I directed.
Dana immediately enveloped the mistress and began
massaging her breasts. The woman's biting increased in
its intensity. Dana was getting into her role playing
and increased her areas of vigorous caressing. Our
mistress pushed back off me and spread her legs to
allow Dana access. Dana looked at me with a bit of a
panicked expression. I mouthed for her to go ahead.
Dana ran one oiled hand down the woman's back, her
buttocks and around into her groin while continuing to
rub the woman's back. Our mistress sunk her nails into
my pectorals while I begged her to stop. Dana ran
several fingers into the woman's vagina and our
mistress went suddenly rigid. With wildcat ferocity,
her eyes popped open wide and her nails dug into my
flesh. She suddenly turned toward Dana, and with a
quick hop, leaped into Dana sending her sprawling to
the floor with the woman immediately landing on top of
her. The woman quickly positioned herself so that her
vagina was in Dana's face. Her knees pinned Dana's
shoulders to the floor. The woman arched her back
leaning back on her arms that were rammed into Dana's
belly.
"Eat me bitch," she screamed. "Eat me, make me come!"
I could only hear Dana's muffled voice making
unintelligible noises as she tried to escape from
under the instantly amorous woman. In a couple of
seconds, her struggles stopped and the mistress began
breathing rapidly and moaning softly. I guess Dana
decided to do as she was ordered.
When Dana's tongue had calmed the woman a bit, she
managed enough leverage to flip her off her and gain a
superior position pinning the woman to the floor. Our
mistress tried to move but Dana stopped her with a
flurry of closed-fisted blows to the face then quickly
began to bind her. Within minutes, Dana had bound the
woman to overhead rafters and the floor by stout nylon
restraints. Her arms were secured together above her
head and her legs were pulled apart secured to floor
rings. Dana stood back and shook her head. Her auburn
hair swirled around her head as she did so, and then
cascaded to settle around her sweat-dampened
shoulders. The woman was silent as Dana circled her. I
was fascinated by my co-worker's control of the
situation.
Dana grabbed some clamps from a shelf behind the
woman. Our mistress's brow furrowed as Dana approached
her four wicked clips on a tray. Two had flat jaws,
the others had serrated teeth; they appeared to have
rather stout springs.
"Feel free to scream," Dana said as she reached up
over the woman's head and grabbed a bundle of bungee
cords which slid forward from a pulley above. "In
fact, if you don't scream, I won't be doing my job."
She attached the non-serrated clips to the cords that
now hung just below the woman's collarbone. The woman
had no doubt as to the clips purpose, and her body
stiffened. Dana pulled a cord down, stretching the
elastic until the clip was just below the right
nipple. She slowly squeezed the clip to open the jaws
and placed it in a position in which when released,
the jaws would clamp tightly on the nipple.
Dana released the clip slowly, and allowed the pain to
build. The woman tried to recoil from the spreading
fire of the compression of her right nipple, but to no
avail. When the spring was completely relaxed, The
woman released a pent-up, piercing scream. She threw
her head back as tears sprang from her eyes. Her
nipple was mashed almost flat. Then Dana released her
hold on the bungee cord. The cord pulled her nipple
toward the ceiling, stretching and pulling as the
elastic attempted to contract. The woman shook her
head violently from side to side and tried to shake
the clamp off, but was successful only in making her
nipple ache all the more.
Dana stepped back to watch the throes of agony as the
metal compressed the flesh between it's jaws, the
nipple trying to escape the sides of the vise-like
grip. She glanced at me with a wry smile.
Within a few minutes, The woman's screams had died
down as the blood flow to her nipple ebbed. Dana began
the torment anew with the left nipple. The woman let
out another ear- shattering scream as Dana allowed the
clamp to lift her left breast up and as it did, Dana
squeezed the clamp on the right nipple to heighten the
effect. The woman's nipples were stretched to twice
their normal length and her breasts were pulled into a
cone shape as the clamps strained to pull her breasts
away from her chest. The woman was screaming and
crying, tears now forming rivers down her cheeks. It
was obviously excoriating. Dana produced the second
set of clamps, the ones with the "teeth" and dangled
them close to the woman's face.
The woman arched her back to relieve the pressure but
only succeeded in losing her balance. As she regained
her footing, the Dana removed the flat clips. Now that
the restriction was removed, the blood coursed back
into the abused tissue and reintroduced her to the
pain.
The woman's hair was horribly matted by her sweat and
tears and mucous from crying covered her. Her nipples
were red and swollen, but otherwise undamaged. She
glistened with perspiration as she slowly moaned away
the ebbing pain.
"Ready for some more?" Dana asked as she allowed a
serrated clip to clamp
on the left nipple. A new, more intense pain radiated
from her breast. The woman emitted a new wail. The
clamp bit into her flesh and involuntarily she
recoiled again. This caused the clamp to
tighten it's grip. The other clip was applied. The
woman now sobbed openly as a minute drop of blood
formed where the clip bit savagely into her flesh.
Dana was really enjoying the whole scene. I thought
I'd better try to get her to untie me so I could get
some kind of control of the situation.
"Pssst, Dana," I whispered. "Let me go and we'll move
her to the table and get her off."
"By the size of your erection," Dana said, "I think
you're enjoying watching. I'll move her to the table
myself.
Dana released her victims nipple clamps and, her arms
still secured overhead, pulled her along the rafters
track to a large table. Above the table were a set of
eight high-intensity heat lamps as well as various
hanging cords. Laying the woman on her back, Dana
strapped her arms to the table at a 45 degree angle
from her sides with bands across the wrists and just
above the elbows. Her legs were similarly restricted
at her ankles and above the knees on separate
extensions of the table to allow easy access to the
groin. When firmly mounted, Dana walked towards me as
she toweled her head and neck and while her victim
softly moaned. I marveled at body. Her upper chest and
shoulders were pink from the heat and exertion.
"What should I do now?" she whispered.
"Would you please untie me and I'll help you," I
replied.
"Oh, you're a spoilsport," she retorted and tweaked my
penis as she began releasing me.
When I was free, I approached our secured customer on
her table.
"Mistress, are you all right?" I asked.
"Make me come," was her breathless response as she
looked away and closed
her eyes.
I walked to the end of the table and centered myself
between her legs and opened a drawer beneath her feet.
A tear trickled from the corner of her eye as I took
hold of vaginal lips and spread them. I swapped the
area with an anesthetic and blew on it to speed the
drying. Then, using a sharpened, modified leather
punch, I squeezed on the tool to punch a hole in her
right vaginal lip. Even though somewhat numbed, pain
racked her body and she tried in vain to escape the
stabbing sensation in her crotch. Her eyes flooded
with tears as she tried to move away from the cause of
her torment but it was to no avail. Dana pushed down
on her shoulders while I took her other lip and placed
the tool on it and then two more times at the opposite
end of her vaginal slit. From the drawer, I then
retrieved a set of rings like the binder rings from a
notebook. I carefully inserted one through each hole,
and then closed it, locking it shut. I then clipped a
bungee cord to each ring and secured the cords
opposite ends to the table legs pulling her vaginal
lips out to obscene lengths. The woman's outer vagina
was now stretched in four different directions,
allowing the inner reaches to now be visible, her
clitoris prominent just below the carefully trimmed
brown thatch of hair. The pink entrance glistened with
a slight film of moisture.
Dana noted the woman's face. Her eyes were red and
puffy and her teeth were tightly clenched.
"I'm sure that you'll enjoy what comes next," Dana
softly purred.
Using a light whip, I began treating the exposed pubic
area. The initial blow impacted the area just to the
left of her pubic hair. It immediately raised a red
welt and caused our mistress to emit a painful wail.
Another blow quickly followed on the right side of the
patch of hair. Another crack, this time just below her
naval. Two quick blows landed, one on each thigh. The
woman sucked air through her teeth as another two
blows landed around her reddening mound. The next blow
was precisely aimed at the right vaginal lip. When it
hit the sensitive, slightly moist flesh, it opened a
minute line which began to seep blood. Another strike
caught the left lip. Following this tenderizing, Dana
approached our victim's crotch with a gallon jug of
heated olive oil. At my direction, she began slowly
pouring it into the exposed, gaping vagina. Our
mistress stiffened then immediately relaxed as the
warm oil distributed its soothing benefit throughout
and within her body. Dana continued pouring even as
the vagina filled so that oil dribbled down to tickle
her anus. The woman's moans increased when I began
messaging her clitoris with my knuckles. An intense
orgasm racked her body while Dana continued pouring
oil as vaginal muscle contractions simultaneously
expelled the thick liquid.
While our mistress relaxed, but still mounted and
oiled, following her orgasms, Dana and I adjourned to
the edge of the room to discuss our next moves. We
quickly formulated a plan and released our captive
from her bindings. Our mistress was completely spent
and unable to speak as we carried her down the hall to
another punishment room in a most unceremonious
fashion. Her hands were cuffed tightly behind her and
the cool damp basement air brushed her skin, a sharp
contrast to our warm hands that held her arms and
legs. We led her across the room and forced her into a
chair. Her arms and legs were fastened. Dana and I
then left the room.
As the woman glanced around the room, she noticed a
small raised platform in the room's center, directly
in front of her chair. Rising from the ground was a
type of pedestal
which had a ring at waist level and a cross member
with two rings at approximately shoulder height. There
was also a rough wooden framework bed which had rings
attached to the four vertical posts. Above the "stage"
were four flood lights which at the moment were dark.
On the floor under the bed was a footlocker which
contained punishment tools.
"I'll bet you're wondering where your tormentors are,
aren't you?" came a female voice from behind the
woman. "They'll be back later. I can't tell you how
glad I am to make your
acquaintance," she continued as she stepped out from
the shadows.
"My name is Jana," she said as she stepped over toward
the woman, "and this is my sister Sadie...we'll just
call you bitch."
The rooms floodlights erupted and the twins were now
the woman's center of attention. Jana and Sadie wore
skin-tight red nylon panties that were cut to the
thigh. Their hair was heavily moussed and drawn back
into a fierce braid that resembled a thick knotted
rope that extended to their buttocks. Form-fitting
gold slave bracelets were worn on their upper arms and
a red leather minuscule halter tops help their
breasts.
The twins approached their victim with their nostrils
flaring. Sadie produced a harness which she placed on
the woman's chest between her breasts and over her
shoulders. She tightened it behind the chair, forcing
the breasts outward and restraining any further
movement.
"I want to make sure that you pay attention to what is
going to happen," Jana said as she opened the
footlocker. With her right hand, she pulled out a
rather large fish hook on which a length of nylon
fishing line had already been attached. She moved
behind the woman and reached over her shoulder to grab
her left breast. Casually, Jana pulled outward on the
nipple, causing the woman to suck in a breath of air
through her teeth. They were obviously very tender.
Sadie stroked them softly until the nubs grew and
reddened.
"I am going to show you something, my little
mistress," Jana said. "A little trick I like to use to
get a woman's attention."
Jana laid the length of nylon over the woman's
shoulder. With a few rapid movements, she tied one end
into a tiny noose. Then she did the same to the other
end. As the woman stared transfixed, Jana looped one
of the tiny nooses over her right nipple and gently
tightened it until the woman gave a little gasp. She
repeated the process on the left nipple with the other
end of the almost invisible line. Holding the line,
each hand a few inches from the woman's now elongated
nipple, Jana pulled slowly, drawing the breasts
forward as the thin thread cut cruelly into the
sensitive nubs. Jana and Sadie toyed with the line,
jerking first one side and then the other to draw an
agonized response from the bound, moaning young woman.
The pain was sharp and intense.
"OHHH!...Pleasee don't.....it hurts so!.....pleasee,
I'll do what ever you want...AHHH!.. please!"
The twins stopped the tugging and wrapped the nylon
line repeatedly around the making the tips swell from
the blood trapped there. This produced a chronic dull
ache there rather than the needle-sharp pain caused by
rapid, intense constriction. The nipples were forced
into a distended into an hourglass shape by the line.
Dana and I watched, with morbid fascination, from the
adjacent observation room. Now dressed in silk
dressing gowns, we both winced as Sadie touched a hook
under the woman's right nipple, half way back on the
aureole. A flash of pain caused her to try to move
away, but it was to no avail. Slowly the hook was
threaded through her aerial until it was sunk well
into the flesh. Jana went to the other side, and just
as coolly, just as casually, just as naturally
embedded the second hook into woman's right left
nipple. The twins pulled the lines tight and then
efficiently attached them to the woman's wrists. The
effect was to pull the breasts forward and away from
the body. The woman knew that if she moved, the hooks
would only become more embedded in her flesh.
With this accomplished, the twins turned and walked
away towards the brightly lit stage. Jana directed
Dana and I also to the stage. Our tormented mistress
stared wild-eyed as Jana roughly threw Sadie onto the
horizontal platform. Cuffs were attached to Sadie's
wrists and ankles and subsequently clamped to the
rings at the platform's four corners, making Sadie
spread-eagle face up on the bed.
Sadie's face was contorted from the pressure on her
limbs. Sadie's breasts and belly quivered from the
strain. Jana ripped Sadie's halter from her chest
exposing nipples that were small and flat with the
contour of the stretched breast tissue. Jana reached
down between Sadie's legs and under her nylon panties
and gathered some sweat on her fingers and walked over
to our mistress. She slipped the finger across the
space between woman's taut breasts, leaving a trail of
Sadie's perspiration between her breasts. Jana laughed
as she
roughly tugged on the nylon lines which pulled on the
hooks embedded in the woman's soft breasts then
strutted back to the platform.
"You wanted to see someone tortured, didn't you?" Jana
asked. "Sometimes I find that simple things work the
best."
She twisted the knob on the end of a pair of lockable,
vise-grip pliers. With the jaws
opened just slightly, she released the catch, opening
the pliers' maw wide.
"Well, I guess that it is time to begin!" She returned
to the outstretched Sadie. Jana took her bare hand and
slapped at Sadie's taut right breast. There was an
ever so slight hardening of the nipple after the blow.
Jana massaged the nub as Sadie squirmed. The pliers in
Jana's hand lowered down until the jaws were
positioned to clamp down on the tender flesh. With an
easy finger flip, The pliers closed violently on the
nipple and Sadie's scream pierced the air. Sadie began
to thrash about, the pliers holding tight as tears
streamed down her cheeks. Her nipple was an ugly
reddish purple and bulging. A trickle of blood seeped
down her rib cage. After a minute or so, Jana released
the visegrip. Another scream was soon splitting the
air as she had re-applied the tool after twisting the
jaws closer together.
"I am sure that you will enjoy it when I get down to
her clit and start in on that!" yelled Jana over the
screams. "And this is just the beginning!"
I watched our bound mistress as her excitement in
witnessing Sadie being tortured grew. She fought to
get out of the chair but only succeeded in embedding
the hooks deeper into her breasts. Jana applied the
vise-grip pliers to Sadie's clitoris. The banshee-like
wail that echoed off the walls forced the woman into a
frenzy. She watched transfixed Sadie writhe and bleat
in the pain of three vise grip pliers.
I switched the microphone off in the observation room
while Dana and I watched the pliers being were removed
from Sadie. Her breasts were a vivid dark purple and
small trails of blood ran down her cleavage. Jana
removed the last pair of pliers and walked over to
our customer. Her final orgasm had left her spent and
her head drooped forward. Her breasts trembled under
the tension of the nylon fiber hooked into them.
"With her looks and attitude, I think we could use her
here Travis," Dana said. " I'm sure that the twins
would employ her to gauge the effectiveness of any new
techniques."
On the stage, Sadie's breathing was slowly returning
to normal. The tears had dried and her crying had
stopped.
"You,,,you're a twisted cunt," spat the woman at Jana,
"torturing your own sister."
Jana threw her head back in a barking, mocking guffaw.
"I've been called brilliant at my craft by some of the
best in our business...including my sister" Jana
replied. Walking unsteadily, Sadie stood and walked
toward the other two women.
"Please no more," the twins' victim pleaded. Jana was
well aware that the object of their attention wanted
more because she had not uttered her safe word that
would instantly end her abuse.
Jana did however snip the nylon string that still
stretched the woman's breasts. As they were cut, the
woman sunk back in relief. Jana applied a dab of
anesthetic ointment to the woman's impaled nipples and
snipped off the protruding barbs. Gently rubbing the
ointment into the pierced flesh, Jana smoothly worked
out the fishing hooks and then began releasing the
woman's bindings. Sadie pushed the intercom button and
whispered that they were ready for us now.
Dana and I removed our dressing gowns and I applied a
desensitizing creme to my penis while Dana suited up.
Once my penis was enlarged and coated, I added a
clear, ribbed condom and then again donned the robe.
As Dana and I re-entered the room, Jana was lifting
our former mistress from the chair. She motioned Dana
and Sadie to assist. Jana laid the woman on the floor
then, slipping her arms under the woman's armpits from
the rear and locked her wrists across the chest, she
raised her slightly off the floor. Jana directed Dana
and Sadie to spread and hold the woman's legs. When in
position, I took my place in the triangle formed by
the outstretched legs and doffed my robe. I inserted
my penis rapidly and to the hilt in the woman's
drenched pubic mound. She arched her back and moaned
deeply as I pumped vigorously until multiple orgasms
overcame her and she collapsed in a sweaty, breathless
pile. The girls released their grip on our mistress.
"I notice you didn't come," Dana whispered while
looking at my erect penis as I stripped off the soaked
condom.
"Thanks, I think, to the desensitizing creme," I
answered.
"Jana...Sadie, please escort our mistress to the
dressing area," Dana ordered and then added to me,
"let's take care of you now."
As the twins carried their latest, satiated victim
from the room, Dana dropped to her knees and took my
penis in her soft mouth. Her flicking tongue and
scraping action of her teeth soon overcame the
effectiveness of the desensitizing ointment as she
sucked and bit my still growing member. I wound my
fingers into her damp hair and pulled hard as her
fingers explored my inner thighs, buttocks and anus.
She soon grabbed my testicles and guided me to the
floor. Sensing that I was about to come, she quit her
oral stimulation and straddled my groin slowly
lowering herself on to my penis. She contracted her
vaginal muscles in a rhythmic motion that caused her
abdomen breasts to undulate in a wave-like motion.
Resting her hands behind her on my knees, she arched
her back and increased the intensity of her vaginal
contractions. The pace of the constriction rapidly
increased until I virtually exploded inside her as she
simultaneously climaxed. Dana toppled forward
collapsing on my chest.
"I...I think that's a wrap," I gasped.
Dana narrowed her eyes and threatened, "I don't think
so...we ain't even started yet."
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