Washout

Chapter One.

Joanne was dead. Unless she could find a solution to her 

latest problem, her life insurance was about to become a 

good investment. At 5ft 8inches, with the looks of a top 

model, long glossy brown hair and a body that was a 

teenager's wet dream, Joanne did not look like she had a 

probable lifespan of mere days. Unfortunately, her recent 

addiction to gambling and a really prolonged losing streak 

had put her in massive debt to a loan shark who had a 

reputation for making permanent "examples" of defaulters. 

Unless she came up with $15,000 in two days time she was 

doomed.  Ironically, she had enough money coming to her 

from advances on a book and video deal that she had signed 

to be able to cover her debts easily, but the money was due 

only in three weeks.

Standing, outside her publisher's office, she knew that her 

last chance of reaching old age lay behind the polished 

teak door that bore a brass plaque that read "Nicole 

Foster". Joanne knew that Nicole, her publisher, disliked 

her intensely. Oddly enough,  Nicole's hostility 

was what gave her hope. She knocked and went in.

"Nicole, I need my money now . . . today!" she said, 

sticking out her hand as if expecting the woman to drop a 

bundle of cash in her palm.

"No can do Joanne," replied Nicole, frowning. They 

had just signed the contract last night and there had been 

no ambiguity as to when any payments were due. "You will 

get your money when the package hits the stores."

"I know what our agreement says." interrupted Joanne. 

"I want you to give me a special advance. Call it a loan if 

you want."

Nicole rubbed her brow in puzzlement. Theirs was a purely 

business relationship, and the last thing that she expected 

was for Joanne to ask, demand even, a favour. "What?" 

she began.

Joanne held up her hand, cutting Nicole off once again. 

Looking her straight in the eye, she said, "I want to make 

you an offer Nicole. A once in a lifetime chance."

"I'm listening" replied Nicole, ever the 

businesswoman.

"I know that you dislike me..."

"True"

"In fact, someone told me that you once described me 

as a filthy cunt!"

"No comment" said Nicole cautiously.

"I also know that you are a lesbian" continued 

Joanne.

"That is not much of a secret! If you think that you 

can blackmail — " began Nicole angrily.

Joanne shook her head. "I am not trying to blackmail you 

Nicole. I only brought that up because I think that my 

offer will interest you because of your... tastes."

"I already have a girlfriend, and I don't need more 

sex on the side."

Joanne took a deep breath, sighed, then took the plunge. 

She had to make this sale if she wanted to continue 

breathing.

"Nicole, how would you like the chance to hurt me?"

"Huh?" exclaimed Nicole, confused by the turn in the 

conversation.

"I mean hurt me physically. T...torture me." Joanne's 

tongue tripped over that word. "You called me a filthy 

cunt. I am offering you the opportunity to hurt my

vagina" she went on, grimacing at her sudden attack of 

prudishness.

"Just your vagina? Are you being specific or are you 

talking about your genitals in general?" asked Nicole 

sardonically, arching her eyebrow. She did not understand 

what Joanne was up to, but she found it amusing enough to 

play along for the time being.

Joanne tossed her head in irritation. "Not just my vagina! 

The whole thing! My inner and outer labia, my clitoris, my 

vagina and my urethra. There! Is that graphic enough for 

you?"

"Again, why just your genitals? Why not your breasts, 

your buttocks or anywhere else?"

"That should be obvious Nicole. I cannot risk having 

bruises or scars on parts of my body that would prevent me 

from modelling or performing. Turning up with a damaged 

body would void my contract.  However, I am not scheduled 

to do any crotch shots as part of the current deal, so as 

long as you limit yourself to the area covered by a g-

string, there is no problem."

"You are serious!" said Nicole in amazement. The idea 

of torturing Joanne's pussy was extremely appealing, and 

the money was not a problem as she knew that Joanne's book 

and video package would be a hit. However, she decided to 

toy with her a bit more.

"You are the one trying to sell the deal Joanne. Make 

me a specific offer. Tell me exactly what you propose" 

demanded Nicole, grinning.

Joanne had been prepared for this. She knew that her offer 

had to be sufficiently evil to perk Nicole's interest and 

yet not so severe as to require immediate emergency medical 

treatment. She thought that she had found just the thing.

"Since you find my … cunt so dirty, I thought 

that you would appreciate the opportunity to use … this!" 

she said, pulling an object from her handbag.

At first, Nicole could not make out the identity of the 

white, fuzzy object that Joanne was presenting to her, as 

it had become a little twisted in the bag. Then, she 

realised what Joanne was offering and her laughter filled 

the room as she twirled the large wire-handled bottle 

washer with her fingers.

Chapter Two

The two women were alone in the office. Nicole had sent her 

secretary out on an errand and had locked the doors.

"Tell me again. I just love hearing you talk!" teased 

Nicole.

Joanne gritted her teeth, holding back the anger that could 

get her killed. "Alright. Here is the deal. I will take off 

my skirt and panties and for one hour I will keep my legs 

spread wide apart and let you use the bottle washer in any 

way you wish, on or in my pussy. If you tell me to, I 

will help you by spreading apart the lips of my sex, or 

expose any part of it in particular that you want to play 

with. OK?"

"Deal!" cried Nicole. "Your time starts ... Now!" she 

announced, pointing at her wall clock.

Joanne unhooked her skirt without being told, pulling it 

down around her ankles along with her panties. Her 

experience as a model made the chore of baring her lower 

body in front of an audience much easier. Neatly folding 

her clothes out of habit, she set them aside before moving 

to stand squarely in front of Nicole, who was seated 

expectantly on a chair in the middle of the room.

"Shall I keep my heels on?" she asked.

"Yes. I want to admire those fine legs."

Joanne placed her legs about two feet apart, presenting her 

cleanly shaved pubis for Nicole's inspection. "Is this 

position what you want?" she asked. In her mind, she had 

decided to treat Nicole as just another demanding 

photographer who was able to afford her high fees for doing 

"adult" poses.

"A little wider."

"OK" she responded, shuffling her feet another foot 

apart.

"Show me some pink, Joanne"

The model obediently reached down with her right hand and 

spread her plump outer lips apart with her index and middle 

finger, exposing the "pink" of her inner labia, matched 

nicely by the perfect red of her nail polish.

"Both hands"

Without needing to think, Joanne brought her left hand down 

between her legs as well and used only the index finger of 

each hand to spread open her sex. She automatically 

swivelled her hips forward to give the best view of her 

inner sex to Nicole. Joanne had always been somewhat 

exhibitionistic and the rude pose excited her, causing her 

red, crinkled labia to unfurl and stand out boldly. This 

ability had served her well as her pussy photographed well, 

making her popular with the men's magazines. 

"Good. Hold that pose" instructed Nicole, bringing 

the bristles of the bottlewasher up to touch the down 

hanging labia. She pushed the brush forward between 

Joanne's legs, until the bare wire handle just touched her 

sex lips. Slowly, she drew the brush back towards herself, 

running the white nylon bristles over Joanne's sex flesh.

Although the harsh touch of the brush was a sharp 

irritation on her sensitive labia, Joanne had no trouble 

holding her pose.

"No, that isn't what I want. Pull back on the top a 

bit more. I want a good shot at your clit."

Joanne's fingers moved as directed, drawing the protective 

hood of flesh up and away from the shiny pink jewel of her 

clitoris. Despite this, the tiny bud was not very 

prominent. Doing her best to please Nicole she asked 

"Would you like me to bring it up a bit?"

Nicole nodded, licking her lips with the tip of her 

tongue. It had been a long time since she had had any 

direct contact with the models like this and it was turning 

her on knowing that this was all for her benefit and not 

just work.

Nodding, the model began to gently rub the tip of one 

finger around her clit, concentrating on the feeling that 

her own touch gave her. The pink bud of her clit began to 

stiffen and rise under her knowledgeable finger. Soon, she 

had brought herself to a firm erection. She stopped 

rubbing, knowing that further stimulation would cause her 

clit to retract instead of grow. "Ready" she announced.

Nicole now brought the bristles around to the front of 

Joanne's sex. With gradually increasing speed, she began 

stroking the brush up and down across the tip of the 

model's helplessly exposed clitoris.

The intense sensation quickly became painful, as the 

bristles rasped over her clit, first one way then the 

other. For a moment her will power failed her as her hips 

involuntarily moved back, away from the stinging bite of 

the brush. 

"Hold your pose!" demanded Nicole sharply.

"Sorry" replied Joanne, quickly resuming her pose and 

bringing her clit back into contact with the brush.

In retaliation for Joanne's failure, Nicole pressed the 

brush more firmly against the model's flesh, drawing it up 

and down several times in quick succession. The model 

gasped in pain, the muscles of her beautiful thighs 

quivering with the effort to keep her legs wide apart in 

spite of the rough treatment of her clitoris and labia.

For another ten minutes, Nicole scrubbed the model's 

widespread sex , until the skin had become raw and badly 

abraded. Despite the pain, Joanne had shown the intense 

discipline and willpower that had made her a top "adult" 

model and had continued to beautifully expose her 

sex to the other woman's merciless attention.

Finally, Nicole stopped. With mocking consideration, she 

said "You look a bit untidy. Here! Why don't you clean 

yourself up a bit with these."  She handed Joanne a tub of 

wet tissues, which were soaked in cologne. Gratefully , the 

model dabbed at her brow and upper lip, which had become 

shiny from the strain of "posing".

"There too." said Nicole casually, nodding at 

Joanne's pussy, knowing that the alcohol would burn the 

sore and skin badly.

Joanne closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her courage 

to perform the painful act that Nicole had demanded. 

Knowing that this was what the woman wanted to see, she 

took a fresh, wet tissue from the box, then resumed her 

widespread pose in front of Nicole. Once again she spread 

her lips wide apart, taking care to expose her clitoris as 

well. With a deliberate motion, she pressed the tissue 

against her swollen sex.

For a second, she only felt a cool tingling as the alcohol 

kissed her flesh. Then, it was as if her sex had caught 

fire!  Her knees wobbled from the pain as her thighs 

automatically squeezed shut on her hand in reflexive, if 

futile, protection of her vulnerable sex. As the fire 

continued to burn her labia and clit, Joanne sank to her 

knees, gasping.

"That's enough relaxation Joanne. Back to work!"

Nicole dragged two heavy coffee tables into the middle of 

the room, setting them two feet apart. "Lets try this now" 

she announced.

Joanne knew without being told the pose required of her. 

Climbing up on the tables, she placed one foot on each, 

straddling the gap between them. Once in place, she 

squatted down, her knees wide apart, giving Nicole, who 

had seated herself on the floor, a perfect 

view of her vaginal opening.

"I will be kind and give you three minutes to get 

ready" said Nicole, waving the bottlewasher mockingly.

"Thank you" replied Joanne gratefully. Her thanks 

were real, as Nicole had given her the chance to prepare 

her vagina for the terrible intrusion that was about to be 

inflicted on it. Without wasting a second, Joanne began 

frantically masturbating, trying to stimulate 

the flow of her natural lubricants and to widen the opening 

of her hole. As soon as she could manage, she slid two, 

then three and finally four fingers into her vagina, 

twisting her digits to stretch the red, glistening opening 

as much as she could. No thought of shame crossed 

her mind as she worked her hand in and out of her cunt in 

front of the laughing woman.

"Are we ready?" asked Nicole with mock impatience.

Joanne nodded, as she drew her fingers out of the mouth of 

her vagina. Out of habit, she spread the shiny sex juices 

over her inner thighs where the shiny streaks would show up 

clearly under the studio lights. "Shall I spread from the 

back?" she asked. In her squatting pose, the photographers 

usually preferred that she spread open her sex by reaching 

around the outside and under her thighs, so that her arms 

and hands would not hide her breasts or her pussy.

"Yes, that would be nice" said Nicole, admiring the 

wide open view of the model's genitals that her pose 

presented. 

"Ready" she asked after a moment.

"Go ahead" replied Joanne, her fingers digging into 

her flesh in anticipation of what was to come.

Nicole presented the tip of the brush to the gaping mouth 

of Joanne's vagina. Twisting her wrist, she began to 

wriggle the white nylon into the waiting sheath. Although 

there was some pain, the fact that the bristles were forced 

downwards along the shaft of the brush like the 

branches of a pine tree loaded with snow allowed the brush 

to slide up into her vagina without too much friction. 

Joanne could feel the brush make its way up into the depths 

of her body, consummating this most unusual of sex acts.

Unfortunately for Joanne, the brush did not only have 

bristles that stuck out perpendicular to the shaft, but a 

bunch that were set pointing straight up at the tip.  When 

the brush finally reached the end of her passage, these 

bristles hit her cervix like a bunch of plastic needles. 

For the first time, she let out a moan of pain as Nicole 

repeatedly jabbed the brush against the opening of her 

womb.

"I don't like your expression. Lets have a smile. You 

just love having this wonderful thing in your cunt! Some 

enthusiasm please!" taunted Nicole in time to the 

movements of her wrist. "You asked me to use this on you, 

after all!"

Joanne nodded, bowing her head to hide her sobs of pain. 

Mustering all her skill,  experience and willpower, she 

plastered a wide, toothy smile on her face as she looked up 

at Nicole.

"That's better!" said Nicole, jabbing at the model's 

cervix again "Now tell me how good it feels!"

"Oh, that feels sooo good! I just love it when you 

jab the bottom of my vagina like that!" she declared in a 

low, sexy voice, spoiled only by the catch of her breath as 

the bristles bit into her with each thrust of Nicole's 

wrist.

Nicole began to vary her movements, turning the brush 

around its axis. Strangely enough, this actually felt quite 

good to Joanne, as compared to anything else that she had 

been subjected to so far. Seeing Joanne's relief, she 

decided to go onto the final stage of the game.

"Well! I think that we should do this properly, don't 

you Joanne?" she asked brightly. She looked into the eyes 

of the suffering model and waited.

Joanne knew what Nicole wanted to hear. The ultimate bit 

of suffering that she had so willingly asked for.

"Nicole, I want my cunt to be nice and clean so that 

I can show it off to everyone. Please help me" she asked, 

as if borrowing a cup of sugar.

"Of course dear! What can I do to help?"

"Would you please scrub my filthy cunt out for me?" 

she said, "Here! Let me open it up nicely for you to work 

on!"

With a smile that looked a bit more like a snarl, Nicole 

pulled down on the handle of the brush. Since the bristles 

were all pointing towards the opening of her vagina, every 

plastic point stuck into the walls of her vaginal passage, 

scraping along the sensitive tube like a fistful of 

needles. No amount of self control could prevent Joanne 

from screaming as the brush ripped at the insides of her 

cunt.  The agony caused her inner muscles to clamp down 

reflexively, which only served to narrow her passage and 

increase her pain. The cunt was sufficiently lubricated to 

allow the brush to be drawn out without much damage. A 

silvery flow of Joanne's cunt juices flowed out of her sex 

to drip on the carpet as the first bristles popped out of 

her hole.

Nicole reversed the stroke, plunging the brush in to jab 

at Joanne's cervix once more. This time, when the brush was 

drawn out, it abraded the delicate inner walls much more, 

as the lubricating juices had been scraped away with the 

first stroke.

Joanne was panting in agony now, although she had still not 

moved from her obscene pose.

A third stroke, then a fourth. The tips of the bristles now 

were pink with the tiny drops of blood coming from the 

badly scratched vaginal walls. Drops of blood stained the 

carpet below her loins. Twice more, Nicole scrubbed the 

inside of the suffering model's sex. Then, she pushed 

the reddened brush in one last time and released the 

handle.

"I have been doing all the work here Joanne. Why 

don't you do the last one?"

Looking down between her widespread thighs, Joanne gripped 

the handle of the brush firmly in her hand. Bracing 

herself, she tensed in preparation for the terrible pain 

that she was about to inflict on herself. Before she could 

do it, Nicole inflicted one last demand on her.

"This is the money shot Joanne, so remember to smile 

and to thank me nicely for helping you!"

Joanne drew herself up proudly, tossing her hair back. She 

brought up that fabulous smile one last time. "Thank you 

Nicole" she purred as she tore the brush out of her 

bleeding cunt.

"And that's a wrap!" cried Nicole as the clock announced 

the end of the session. Humming happily, she sat down at 

her desk to write out Joanne's cheque.

End.