Workhouse Revisited: Phoebe

Workhouse Revisited: Phoebe

by V.W. Singer

Chapter One

Chastity Fitzhugh looked up at the gentle tap on her office door. She closed the ledger recording the daily expenditure of the Workhouse. "Come." The door opened, and Helene peeked in. "You have a candidate?" Chastity asked.

"The perfect one."

"Come in, Helene. Sit. Tell me about her." Chastity folded her hands, waiting.

Helene sat down opposite the desk, crossed her legs, and leaned back. She studied Chastity, a faint smile on her lips.

"So you approve of her?"

The elegant woman nodded. "I've looked into her background, and all seems to be above board and in accordance to her story." She tapped the fabric of her skirt in her lap. "There's no way to be certain, but my intuition tells me she possesses the necessary aptitude."

"The ability to withstand the most intense cunny torture."

"Exactly. I don't believe she is aware of this herself, but she is the type that would not only withstand the treatment, but also find a certain satisfaction in the process."

"What was her reaction to your proposal?"

"She was shocked, naturally, and had to be persuaded to take the offer seriously," Helene said. "But her need is great, so I'm confident she'll be interested. At least sufficiently to come and have tea with you."

Chastity nodded, satisfied.

"When would you like me to send her?"

"Tomorrow afternoon will do," Chastity replied. "I'm curious to discover what necessity drives her to our doorstep."

"I shall send her an invitation immediately."

Chastity picked up the pen and wrote down the candidate's name. "Phoebe Cavendish."

***

Chastity held out her hand. "Miss Cavendish. How delightful to meet you at last. Please, take a seat." Her office was huge, and to one side there as a sofa, two armchairs, and a table loaded with tea makings, cakes, and scones. When Phoebe and Helene were settled, the maid poured the tea, and then left, closing the door behind her. "I’m so glad you decided to visit. I believe Helene has explained what the Institute attempts to do for ladies who have fallen upon difficult circumstances."

Phoebe nodded and smiled. "Indeed she has, and I was most impressed at the generosity and charity behind what you do. It is rare for any in our society to care for the future prospects of ladies, outside of marriage. It seems that apart from being a nanny or governess, vice is the only real option, providing the destruction of one's reputation and social standing is considered an acceptable price."

"That was my thought when I established the Institute," Charity said.

Her tone firm, Phoebe said, "And I quite understand that simple charity is not a viable enduring motivation, given the far from inconsiderable financial burden such an undertaking as the Institute must incur." She looked directly at Charity and smiled in demonstration of her sincerity. "Therefore, there must of necessity be some form of return or benefit to you as the patron."

"And what is your opinion of the … return I require of the residents, Phoebe?" Charity asked.

"I admit, I was deeply shocked when first Helene informed me of the truth, and I was inclined to reject it out of hand." Phoebe smiled. "But when I considered the matter in terms of what was offered in return, which was not merely financial in nature, I was compelled to revise my stance." She held up a gloved finger. "With one provision."

"Which is?"

"Rather than accumulating points leading to a permanent income after a determined period of service, I need you to invest in my family's shipyard now. The assets of the business are sufficient to repay you should the enterprise fail, or I do not uphold my end of the bargain, so the risk is minimal. The problem I, my family, face is a shortage of cash, not long-term profitability," Phoebe said.

"Not an uncommon situation," Helene said.

Charity nodded. "Indeed. But still, it is an additional burden."

"One for which I am willing to compensate you with services over and above what is asked of the other ladies," Phoebe said.

"Ah. Then we come to the crux of the matter, do we not?" Charity said. She waited to see how Phoebe would respond.

"Yes, I suppose we do." Phoebe's eyes fell from Charity's, and she stared into her lap. "I think that plain speaking would best serve us at this point."

"It would," Charity agreed.

"Very well." Phoebe drew a deep breath and raised her eyes to look at Charity. "Helene informed me that your desire, your price, is the regular use of my unclad person, and especially of … of my genitalia for various amusements, the nature of which are likely to be uncomfortable, to put it mildly. Is this correct?"

Charity smiled with no trace of embarrassment. "That is the essence of it."

"She also informs me that you take every care not to inflict real and lasting harm to those most important parts of a woman's anatomy."

Chastity nodded. "Again, you are correct. My objective is amusement, my amusement, but not the intentional infliction of injury."

Phoebe nodded. "So, allow me to state my offer and proposal." She held up a finger. "One. I am a virgin. I understand this is likely of less value to you as a woman than it would be to a gentleman. But still a matter worthy of consideration." She held up another finger. "Two. I accept and consent to all the uses of my genitals such as offered by the other residents of the Institute. As Helene has explained, I will offer every compliance and cooperation with the use of my womanly parts in whatever manner suits you." A third finger lifted. "Three. Until the shipyard's business returns to stable ground, I will accept a higher level of punishment of my cunny, limited only by actual mutilation or crippling injury. To be specific, I will allow cuts, burns, piercings, whipping and birching that draws blood, and so forth."

Chastity made a clapping motion and smiled. "I'm impressed. Provided I find the figures of your shipyard acceptable, I agree to your terms." She knew that Helene would already have asked around her many influential friends, and confirmed that the investment and cost required would fall within Chastities limits. She set her teacup down and rose gracefully to her feet. "Come. It's time for lunch, so let me walk you through the Institute and introduce you to some of the ladies. We can finalise arrangements over a good meal. I believe Cook is serving venison stew today."

"That sounds delightful," Phoebe said, rising.

"Helene will join us. She likes to dine with the ladies."

"She is a charming person."

"I agree." Charity took Phoebe's arm and guided her from the room. "As I'm sure you know, she has been a close friend for many years. As you may not be aware, our friendship extends beyond the purely social, if you know what I mean. She is often to be found here at the Institute."

***

Phoebe followed Miss Fitzhugh through the wide corridors into a large common room, where many attractive women chatted, played cards, played instruments, and even danced. She saw that Chastity was leading them towards a trio of women of varying ages, who appeared to be friends.

"Phoebe, allow me to introduce, Minerva, Eliza, and Sarah-Ann. They were of the initial batch of ladies to arrive at the Institute," Chastity said.

Phoebe studied the women curiously as they curtsied and politely greeted Miss Fitzhugh. They appeared both healthy and of good cheer. In fact, they were the epitome of young, wealthy women of leisure, dressed in the most fashionable garments. "I'm so pleased to meet you. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintances."

"The pleasure is ours," Minerva replied, smiling.

"You are the newest resident?" Eliza asked.

"I'm considering an arrangement," Phoebe said.

Chastity said, "I'm showing her around as we head for the dining hall. Ladies, kindly present."

To Phoebe's amazement, all three women immediately bent to gather the hem of their skirts, petticoats, and chemise, and then raised them all up to their waists, baring their bodies from the hips down to their slipper clad feet, which were spaced apart sufficient to allow a hand to get between their thighs and fondle their cunnies.

"Oh. Oh my." Intellectually, Phoebe had expected such compliance, but seeing it was a different matter.

"As you see, they are compliant with the rules of the Institute," Chastity said. "Knickers are not permitted, since cunts are expected to be accessible at all times." She stepped forward and cupped Sarah-Ann's womanhood. "I see you are dry, my dear. This is unacceptable. What is your reason?"

"I beg pardon, Miss Fitzhugh. I have newly come from the privy. I shall arouse myself with all despatch."

Turning to Minerva, Chastity said, "Position two please, Minerva."

Minerva immediately dropped her skirts, turned around, bent, and flipped her lower garments up and over her body to bare her bottom. Her feet were even wider apart.

Speaking to Phoebe, Chastity said, "This position provides such a felicitous view, does it not?"

Her mind in a whirl, Phoebe said, "Indeed it does, Miss Fitzhugh. I must admit it is a sight I've never seen prior to this moment." Her eyes were drawn irresistibly to the woman's exposed anus and the pink glistening opening of her vagina. The obscenity of the sight momentarily paralysed her, especially when she realised that she would be required to put on the same display if she entered the Institute. She jumped when Chastity swung her hand up between Minerva's parted legs, and her hand landed on the woman's cunny with a ringing smack.

Chastity watched Minerva wriggle with an amused smile. "That will do ladies. We must take our leave now," she said.

***

At the beginning, the dining hall had been more like a canteen, with simple long tables and benches, with a few tables for when Chastity, Helene, and the manager of the Institute, another woman, ate there. But now it had been redecorated, and there were individual tables with fine white tablecloths, comfortable chairs, and decent cutlery. There were even candles and flowers set out in the middle of the tables. "The food is most commendable," Phoebe said.

"Thank you," Chastity said. "Sadly, I cannot offer you any wine or sherry, since the Institute is teetotal. A reputation of being a collection of drunken slatterns isn't a thing we aim for." Waitresses were another innovation that raised the facility above being a mere canteen. As they served tea, Chastity said, "Having had the opportunity to see our Institute in operation, have you made a decision?"

Phoebe smiled wryly. "It is kind of you not to lean upon my admitted financial exigency, but in the end, one must be unsentimental about such things. I came to you for assistance, knowing the likely cost. I shall not quail at this late date. Yes, I am committed to joining your little community."

***

Two days later, Phoebe was back in Chastity's office at the Institute. The financial matters had been settled to Phoebe's satisfaction, and her luggage and belongings had been delivered to her new private quarters there. Clasping her hands somewhat nervously in front of her waist, she said, "I'll not play the innocent, Mistress Fitzhugh. I am now at your disposal, so do with me as you will."

"I'm glad to hear your say that, Phoebe. I have a meeting to attend, and it will not be over until early in the afternoon, but we have enough time to get to know each other. So, let us see if you are capable of performing your duties," Chastity said.

"Certainly."

"Very well. Kindly undress. In the future, I may merely have you raise your skirts, but today I think a complete state of nakedness is called for."

Phoebe had expected the order, and she had not dressed in the elaborate manner required by fashion. Her short jacket, white linen blouse with puffed sleeves, and simple skirt did not require the assistance of a chamber maid to remove. Nor was she wearing a long chemise or knickers. In a matter of moments, her clothes lay in a neat pile beside the sofa. She stood before Chastity, naked. Her shoes were the last to be placed on the pile.

"I see that you are in possession of a handsome, shapely body, my dear. Let's have a closer look at you, shall we?" Chastity came around her desk and arranged a tall stool in front of it. She sat down, arranged her skirts, and motioned for Phoebe to approach.

Phoebe had undressed in front of maids before, so she wasn't completely overwhelmed by her nudity, but it was the first time she had done so in the presence of a woman of equal social standing, and the experience was unsettling. But she did her best to appear unconcerned as she walked across the office and stopped in front of the seated woman.

"Let's start as we mean to continue. Open your legs. Wide. Yes, that's it. Very nice," Chastity said. "I openly admit that this pretty thing is the principal subject of my interest," she said, pointing at Phoebe's cunny. "I see that you have trimmed the hair down there. Is this normal practice for you? I approve, by the way."

Phoebe blushed and shook her head. "No Mistress Fitzhugh. I noted the appearance of the three ladies you introduced to me, and took steps to match. I'm glad you like it."

Chastity brushed the fine, short remnants of Phoebe's pubic hair with her fingertip. "It is both to my taste, and a convenience. Many of the games I am likely to play here suit a state of hairlessness. Besides, it allows me to more easily judge the degree of bruising and other inflictions. By the way, in private you may call me Chastity."

Phoebe swallowed nervously at the thought of bruises and wounds, but she smiled and said, "Thank you, Chastity." She waved her hands at her bare privates. "I confess I have no idea what can and should be done with a lady's genitals, so I shall have to rely upon your guidance. However, I am committed to obeying and complying with your instructions."

"Excellent." Chastity took a deep breath and released it. "Well, let us see what we have here." She reached for Phoebe's cunt and opened the outer labia with her fingers, spreading them as wide as possible. "Such a pretty shade of pink," she murmured.

Phoebe's blush deepened and spread. "Does it meet with your approval?"

"It does. I do believe I shall very much enjoy playing with this pretty thing." She probed deeper. "And this must be your clitoris."

Phoebe winced when Chastity's fingertip rubbed over the sensitive organ. "That it is. I'm sorry. I'm not accustomed to being touched there. Please forgive me for being overly sensitive."

"Have you never diddled yourself?" Chastity asked.

Phoebe shook her head, not knowing whether to be embarrassed or outraged at the thought that she would do such a thing. "I always thought it a great sin, and disgusting for a decent girl to handle herself there for reasons other than hygiene," she said. But then she realised her situation and added, "But of course I shall most gladly touch and manipulate myself in whatever manner you may desire." Then the realisation that she had just offered to perform an obscene act in front of another woman made her freeze in confusion. Her hands wanted to cover her face in shame, but of course, that was simply ridiculous. She shook herself and nodded firmly. "Indeed, I am firmly committed to performing all erotic acts you may desire, regardless of my shame or discomfort." She hit her lip. "Um, I may require some instruction, however."

Chastity nodded. "That's to be expected, and I shall instruct you. Fear not." She slipped a fingertip into Phoebe's vagina. "My goodness, you are tight. And nothing has been inside this sweet passage?"

"Until this day, I had not imagined that anything other than a husband's … thing might enter me there. I see now that fingers might do so, since your finger is knocking on the door, so to speak. Do you mean other things may be placed within?" Phoebe's tone was a mixture of shock, horror, and fascination.

Chastity chuckled. "There are indeed. Some pleasurable, others not. Be assured you shall be experiencing both kinds in due course. But come, let me study your fine body in greater detail. I shall return to your pretty cunny shortly." She slipped her finger from Phoebe's vagina and reached up to her breasts. "You have a fine, healthy bosom, my dear. Are the nipples sensitive?"

Phoebe nodded. "Very. It is a terrible weakness, I'm afraid."

"Not at all, my dear. I eagerly anticipate your reactions to the punishments and torments you shall receive, and your responsiveness in the matter of your nipples is a delight. But that is yet to come. For now, just relax and accustom yourself to my touch," Chastity said, while her fingertips drifted slowly and sensually all over the young woman's body, stroking the back of her neck, over her shoulders, down her back, and to her buttocks, where they lingered. She kneaded the firm muscles, traced the high, tight curves, and then lightly dipped into the deep crease. Leaning her head close to Phoebe's ear, she said, "Whenever my hands touch you here, bend forward slightly, and spread your cheeks with both hands. Both your openings should be completely exposed and accessible."

Shame made Phoebe's abdomen tighten, but she took a deep breath, forced her muscles to loosen, and then assumed the pose Chastity had described. It felt as if the whole world was staring at her bum hole. She started when she felt a feather-light touch brush over that tight grommet. Someone was actually touching her anus. The very idea was filthy beyond belief. But then she laughed at herself. She was the one who had offered her entire body and full cooperation, with a plainly spoken promise to allow and even luxuriate in the most filthy acts imaginable, and in her case, beyond her innocent imagination. Having Chastity toy with her bum hole was the merest bagatelle.

"Does that spot interest you too?" she asked, trying to keep her tone conversational.

"Yes indeed. Your arsehole is the portal of entry to all sorts of interesting and amusing diversions. But I see you are still very tight and closed, which is not surprising. But that state shall not last for long, be certain of that." Chastity shifted her attention to Phoebe's cunny. "We'll assuredly have a great deal of amusement with this lovely thing."

"If you don't mind me asking, why does that part of a woman's body hold such fascination for you?" She quivered when Chastity's fingertip gently traced the edges of her inner lips.

"Honestly, I cannot say. I can't even recall when the concept came to my mind. All I do know is that the idea of cruelly playing with the genitalia of other women excites me beyond words. Perhaps I'm simply evil," Chastity said.

"I've seen what you do for these women. I would deny that you are evil in any way. You did not abduct me, nor am I compelled to stand here through threats or violence," Phoebe said.

Chastity touched her fingertip to the opening of Phoebe's vagina and slowly twisted it in one direction and then the other, as if miming a drill. "Since we are being honest, does the idea of sexual torture interest you, even to the slightest degree? You seem exceptionally wet for a woman in a condition of mortal terror."

Phoebe bit her lip. "I cannot deny that I begin to find the idea intriguing, Mistress Chastity. I suspect I have a very naughty nature. It remains to be seen how I will feel when I am actually in pain."

"Oh, excellent," Chastity said. She pulled her finger from Phoebe's cunny. "Now, stand up straight and place your hands behind your head." When the girl was standing in the desired position, she trailed her fingers down Phoebe's flat belly and down to her belly. With finger and thumb, she peeled back the fleshy hood that concealed her clitoris. "Such a sweet little thing. And so very sensitive. You know of course, that I intend to be very cruel to it."

Phoebe smiled nervously. "The thought had crossed my mind. Being so small, it must present considerable difficulty in terms of punishment."

Chastity chuckled. "Oh, I'm sure we'll find interesting games to play with it. Speaking of which, kindly hold very still while I manipulate it."

"Yes, Miss," Phoebe said, and then gasped when Chastity took hold of the super sensitive bud and began to rub and twist it gently. Her thighs shook, and she had to fight not to twist her hips to escape the shockingly intense sensations, the like of which she had never before experienced. She had expected and had been braced for pain, but instead it was an overwhelming rush of pleasure, toe-curling pleasure that was just as, or even harder to bear with composure than simple agony. "Goodness, … oh my, that's so very —"

"Interesting?" Chastity said with an amused smile.

"Very much so," Phoebe replied, breathless. "You're making it rather hard for me to stand still, you know."

"Don't you like it?" Chastity asked innocently, and tugged harder on the hapless clitoris.

Phoebe nodded stiffly. "I do. But I'm afraid I might swoon, or scream."

Chastity tutted. "Be brave and think of England," she said. "And I would save the screams for a more appropriate moment," she added ominously.

Phoebe squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip. Her knees were turning to water, and she wanted to wave her hands madly in the air, but she knew Chastity would be most disappointed if she behaved so poorly right at the very start. While she could lay much of the blame on inexperience, she had been given her orders, and she was obliged to carry them out. Her eyes popped open. "Chastity, I feel something happening in my … down there. I feel this absolute need to, I don't know what. I'm afraid I might pee, and I feel quite faint."

"Do persevere, Phoebe. Imagine pushing your clitty out at me, offering it to me. Your duty is to feel what I want you to feel and to do what I want you to do, no matter what. Can you do that?"

"I'm not sure, but I'll try." Phoebe concentrated on the idea of offering her clitty to her owner, and the next instant, an explosion of pleasure went off inside her cunny. Her muscles clenched, and she squirted a few drops of fluid onto Chastity's hand. Her hips twitched, and she bit her lip to avoid screaming, but a few whimpers escaped her throat. "Oh, oh, oh, that's so terribly —" Her entire body convulsed, and her upper body leaned forward, as if trying to bow. The feeling in her cunny was simply unbearable, and she wanted desperately to pull away from Chastity's touch. With a sobbing breath, she forced herself to straighten. A lady should never behave so disgracefully in public, she told herself sternly and forced her hips to remain pushed forward as Chastity continued to manipulate her clitoris.

"That's my girl," Chastity said with a smile. "I knew you'd get the hang of it. Now, I'm going to pinch your clitty between my fingers and twist it. I don't want to hear a sound from you, is that understood?"

"Yes, Chastity," Phoebe replied, her tone a bit more strangled than she would have liked, but then she didn't know what she had expected. She remembered her resolve to be brave and to cooperate, and so she bit her lip and nodded her head, her face set.

Chastity waited until Phoebe's expression calmed, and then she gave the tip of the girl's clitoris a hard pinch and twist, watching the girl's face intently. She had only twisted it once before Phoebe's control snapped, and she squealed in pain.

Phoebe had expected pain, but not so sudden, nor so severe. She had known Chastity would hurt her cunny, and she had known the pain would be intense, but nothing had prepared her for the agony that had erupted from the delicate little bud. It had taken all her self-control to not yank her hips away, and her jaw was clenched tightly, as she struggled for control.

"That's all right. Calm down. You're doing fine," Chastity said soothingly, her hand stroking Phoebe's quivering thigh as if she was calming a skittish horse. "The contrast between your climax and the pinching of your clit was just a surprise."

"But I —"

"Hush. Do you wish to give up? There's still time to reverse the transactions so you can leave the Institute. No one is here under compulsion," Chastity said.

Phoebe thumped a fist against her thigh, and shook her head vigorously. "No! I'm not weak. I'll not run away the moment things get difficult."

Chastity's hand continued to stroke Phoebe's thigh. "No one thinks you're weak. Everyone stumbles the first time they dance. You had your very first climax, and very pretty it was. You just have to get used to having your clitty handled."

"Thank you." Phoebe sniffed, then gave Chastity a little smile. Using both hands, she exposed her clitoris and stared down at it. "I've never paid much attention to this thing, you know. But I am determined to learn."

"How does it feel now?"

Phoebe looked up. "Well, it's still throbbing, but not in the same way as before. There's a sort of pulsing, like a heartbeat. Is that normal?"

"Perfectly. It's just as it should be. Now, let's continue, shall we?" Chastity brushed her fingertips over Phoebe's cunny, her touch feather-light. The girl needed to become accustomed to having her genitals handled by others, whether for pleasure or pain. She touched Phoebe's fingers and said, "That's a good start. You need to learn how to display your cunny, and to open it up for various purposes. There will be times when you'll be required to open it up simply for me or others to look at, for instance as a centrepiece on a dinner table. Other times, you will need to spread it open for various games. An open cunny makes a marvellous target. Of course, you'll need to open up for punishment and torture. And so, when I say open your cunny, it means spread the lips wide with your fingers, exposing everything inside."

"What does it look like inside?"

Chastity took a small hand mirror, and handed it to Phoebe. Then Chastity's fingers dipped inside Phoebe's slit, and drew the lips delicately apart. "Have a look."

Phoebe leaned over and held the mirror between her thighs. She giggled. "You know, I've never thought of looking at myself like this. Is that my hole? It looks so tiny. How can anything get in there?"

"Not to worry, it stretches. Not all at once of course, you have to work at it," Chastity said.

"Does it hurt?"

Chastity smiled. "It can, if stretched too hard and too fast."

Phoebe bit her lip, then smiled back. "Which you intend to do, I assume."

"You girls make remarkable noises when something frightfully big or nasty is pushed in there."

"Can you get used to it, the stretching I mean," Phoebe said, clearly curious.

This made Chastity laugh. "Indeed you can, if you work at it."

Phoebe suddenly blushed. "This is so very indecent. You say I shall be required to make a public display of my genitals in this manner?" Contrary to her words, her tone held an edge of excitement.

"You shall indeed. As a matter of fact, there is a room downstairs with special stands. Every girl is required to display her cunny there once a week for several hours. Everyone is free to come by to examine and comment on the quality of the cunny and their display technique. I may at times require her to constantly masturbate," Chastity said.

"Masturbate? Oh, you mean —" Phoebe made rubbing motions with her finger. "— the way you did a moment ago? Oh my goodness."

Chastity gave her a playful smack on the thigh. "Enough chat. Let's take a better look at your privates, and have some fun with them. Come this way." She let Phoebe to the other end of the room and pulled aside heavy curtains that ran from one side to the other. Revealed was a heavy doctor's examination chair, all dark wood and polished leather. Various levers and wheels allowed the device to be made into a chair, or lowered into a flat table. At one end projected a set of adjustable steel arms with comfortably shaped stirrups.

Phoebe studied these arms and had no difficulty determining their intended use. "I notice there are no straps or fastenings," she said as she ran her fingers over the smooth leather and polished metal.

"It's not necessary. You are here because you want to be here, and so you will voluntarily submit to whatever is done to you, will you not?" Chastity said.

"Of course I shall, Miss Chastity," Phoebe said. When Chastity gestured, she used the provided steps to climb up and sat down on the chair, then swung her legs up, fitting her feet into the stirrups. "Ooh, the leather is cold." She wiggled her toes and watched as Chastity adjusted the stirrups and arms so that her legs were bent and splayed to their maximum degree. Her cunny was pushed up and completely exposed.

Chastity fetched a velvet covered cushion which she tucked under Phoebe's head and shoulders, allowing her to comfortably look down between her legs when the chair was tilted back to further present her cunny to best effect.

"Comfortable, Phoebe?" Chastity asked, as she made a few adjustments.

"Yes, thank you," Phoebe said. "Though cunny feels rather exposed."

"Cunny is supposed to feel exposed," Chastity said.

"It's about to feel a lot more than exposed, I wager," Phoebe said, and her mouth turned up in a small smile, even though icy fragments of fear danced along her spine.

Chastity resumed stroking Phoebe's thighs, brushing the fine, almost invisible hairs on her smooth skin. "This chair isn't that often used, you know. Once the ladies have a little experience, they quickly learn to hold useful poses without the aid of —" She tapped the metal stand supporting Phoebe's leg. "Now be a good girl and open up for me."

"Yes, Chastity," Phoebe said, and reached between her legs, taking hold of her cunny and spreading it open. She took a deep breath, and then another, trying to calm her racing heart. The closeness of Chastity's face to her cunny made her inner muscles clench, and an unexpectedly pleasurable ache filled her loins. She twitched when the woman's fingers resumed their toying with her clitoris. The girl had never experienced any sensation so powerful before, sweet, yet somehow alarming. She might have moaned, if it wouldn't have been unladylike to do so. However, the gentle rubbing of Chastity's while gloved fingers on her un-lubricated clitoris quickly became uncomfortable. The stirrups rattled as the increasingly powerful prickly, tingling sensations crowded the nerves of her hapless bud, making her legs twitch and tremble despite her best efforts to remain still. It soon became so intense that she twisted her head from side to side, as if to deny what she was feeling. She clenched her teeth and uttered a long-drawn "nnngh" as the rubbing of her clitoris became unbearable. Then it became outright pain, and she finally cried out wordlessly as her knees tried to bend inward to shield her cunt. The rubbing suddenly stopped, and Phoebe gasped in relief.

"That gives you a little idea of what can happen to your clitoris. Bear in mind, I haven't actually tried to hurt it yet. All this had just been play," Chastity said, still casually toying with the captive clitoris.

Phoebe took a moment to catch her breath. Then she surprised Chastity by smiling, her mouth curving in genuine amusement. "That was far more exciting than I'd expected. I had not known such a thing could be done to my body, and it was quite … refreshing. I admit to being both enthused and terrified." Her fingers shifted, not to sooth or hide her clitoris, but to more fully expose it. "But I realise there can be thrill in such intensity. I truly look forward to discovering what you have in store for it."

"Aren't you a good girl, so honest, and so eager. But you must know that cunny and clitty can also be hurt. Very badly."

Phoebe nodded, and her smile faded. "I understand. That is why I'm here. I'm ready. I can endure, no matter the cost."

Chastity patted her cunt like an obedient puppy. "Excellent. Since you're a virgin, I'm looking forward to doing some dreadful things to your vagina, and seeing how you respond. But I want you prepared in mind and heart before I do. So for now, I'm going to give your cunny a good spanking. Then I want you to go downstairs, settle in to your room, and get to know some of the girls. I want you to hear from them about life in the Institute, and the things I've done to them. Tomorrow morning after breakfast, report to me here, so I can deflower you, so to speak." She went over to her desk and picked up a sturdy wooden ruler. She slapped it against her hand and said, "I think this will be the best instrument for spanking cunny. You can take your hands away. In future though, you will be expected to spread open for such punishment."

Phoebe stared at the ruler, and her lips compressed. Her expression grew hard, and she said, "I'm ready."

Chastity placed the tip of the ruler against the outer lips of the girl's vagina, and said, "I'll use just the tip of the ruler, and I'm not going to be gentle. Normally, I give a count of strokes. But for you, it will always be subject to my whim. Ready?"

"Yes. I'm ready."

Chastity brought her arm up, and down, slapping the girl's cunny. The first blow was soft, just a little tap to gauge the girl's reaction. She noted the gasp, and the way the cunny twitched, the labia shrinking and closing together. But the girl's hands remained on her thighs, and her knees remained parted, even though her feet were twisting and her toes clenching. Chastity waited a moment, and then tapped the girl's clitoris with the tip of her finger, and said, "Relax your cunny, open it up for me. Accept the pain."

Phoebe took a deep breath, and nodded. She willed her cunny to relax, to open up as Chastity had instructed. She had to force herself not to squirm as the ruler was placed against the outer lips of her vulva. The slap made her grunt and flinch, but she had remained in position, and her thighs remained well parted.

"Good girl. Let's continue," Chastity said, and brought her arm up again, and down. This time she didn't hold back, and the sound of the slap was hard and sharp. She continued spanking the girl's cunny, varying the place of the blows, and the amount of force used.

Phoebe managed to stay still, with only the smallest of jerks and flinches as the hard strip of wood slapped her vulva, with the majority of the blows landing straight along her slit. Not knowing how many strokes she was to take was difficult, but she focused on absorbing each stroke as it came. It felt unreal that her most private parts were being punished like this, but in a way it was a compliment. The fact that Chastity would pay such sums for the pleasure of hurting her cunny spoke to its value and desirability. In between the flashes of pain, she almost chuckled at the thought that this might be more complementary than having her cunt seen as nothing but a hole to be ploughed by a cock. Chastity's appreciation and delight were undoubtedly real.

Chastity admired the way the cunny turned pink, and then red. Phoebe was a good sport, and clearly understood what was expected of her. But Chastity wasn't content with merely a good show. In future, she would push the girl, and test her limits. To find the very edge, beyond which she couldn't go without shattering the girl entirely. That was the game. She continued to spank the girl's cunt with the ruler, striking with measured, ringing smacks that forced sharp little moans from her. After thirty strokes, she stopped and smiled at the well beaten cunt. She removed her cotton gloves and placed a palm on the reddened flesh, feeling the heat that radiated from it. "Well done, Phoebe." She found that praise worked better than harshness. She enjoyed hurting the flesh of her girls, but not crushing their spirits. Ignoring Phoebe's hiss of pain, she spread the swollen lips and studied the beaten cunt. The inner lips had blossomed like a blooming rose, and even the clitoris was visibly more prominent. The girl had a pretty, well-formed cunt, and she would greatly enjoy torturing it.

***

Her cunny throbbed like a bed of coals as she came out of her assigned room. She'd unpacked a few items of clothing, but then realised that the Institute would be providing clothing that constituted a uniform, although it looked normal enough not to draw attention in the street. Out in the corridor, she realised she had nowhere to go, and felt rather lost.

"Hello. You're Phoebe, the new girl," a voice said behind her.

Phoebe turned in surprise, and recognised one of the women Chastity had introduced her to earlier.

"I'm sorry, I quite forgot your name. My mind was …"

"It's Eliza. Eliza Brown. That's all right. I'm sure there were more important things on your mind at the time," Eliza said. She noticed the wince when Phoebe turned to face her. "A bit sore, are we?"

Phoebe blushed. Obviously, this woman knew why she was in pain. Her first thought was to avoid the subject, then realised that the torture of their genitals would be the one common thing all of them shared, and undoubtedly would be a significant topic of discussion. "She spanked me with a ruler," she said.

Eliza nodded with an understanding expression. "The soreness will fade quite quickly. The ruler is light and doesn't cause deep bruises. She was being gentle with you."

"I must say it didn't feel very gentle," Phoebe said, resisting the urge to press her hand to her crotch.

Eliza laughed. "I wish I could say that it gets less painful, but it really doesn't. But once you get over the initial fear and learn to accept the pain instead of fighting it, you'll find it much less unpleasant. Most of us even learn to enjoy it, to some degree."

"Really? You enjoy having your um, privates tortured?" Phoebe said dubiously.

"I don't enjoy the pain, although some of the girls do, but I have come to like having things done to my cunny, or doing it to myself, for that matter."

Phoebe found it a strange experience, talking with another woman about cunny. It was so natural, and yet so forbidden. She found it strangely arousing, and yet the memory of the hard slaps to her cunny made her feel ashamed of the fact that she was becoming moist. "What things, may I ask?"

"Oh, lots of things. Best not to become enamoured with one thing or another, since it all depends on the fancy of Miss Fitzhugh. Have you had a look around the house? I can show you around, if you like," Eliza said.

Phoebe smiled gratefully. "I'd like that very much. I truly appreciate your assistance. I admit to feeling rather lost." She paused, and then said, "Miss Fitzhugh mentioned a sort of display room, where we ladies showed our naughty bits off to all and sundry. I'd be interested to see it in operation."

"Of course. We call it the Conservatory." When she saw Phoebe's puzzled expression, she chuckled. "We call it that because of all the ladies' flowers on display." Eliza grinned. "And because it actually is a conservatory."

"Ah! I understand," Phoebe said, feeling slightly scandalised. Then she laughed softly at her inappropriate prudery, especially since her flower was likely to soon be on display too. "Please, lead the way."

They entered a large conservatory, and Phoebe gasped in admiration. It was a modified glasshouse, filled with exotic plants and flowers, and the air was warm and humid. The lower portion of the walls were formed of frosted or pattered glass, shielding the interior from public view, even though the conservatory faced private walled grounds. There was a bench, and several odd-looking metal frames, and other objects that Phoebe couldn't identify. "This is quite lovely! How wonderful!"

"Indeed. But it's not just for plants." Eliza gestured towards a young woman who approached one of the frames of polished brass and leather. "A fresh blossom is about to be put on display. Come, let us see what we might see."

As the approached, Phoebe realised that the metal and leather framework was a simplified version of the doctor's chair, replete with stirrups. While obviously comfortable, it was designed to provide the best possible view of the occupant, from as wide a number of angles as possible. The young woman had undressed completely, and with no apparent shame, neatly placed her garments and shoes into a wooden chest before seating herself on the chair, which raised her hips almost to the level of an observer's chest. Phoebe noticed that she held an unusual assemblage of leather and fabric straps, complete with shiny metal fittings. She whispered to Eliza, "What are those things in her hand?"

Eliza laughed softly. "Observe, and all shall, quite literally, be revealed."

Phoebe watched as the seated woman arranged one strap around each of her upper thighs in the manner of stocking garters. From each garter extended in a "V" two ribbons of linen. At their ends were affixed a metal spring, and some form of clip or clamp. Phoebe watched in amazement as the girl affixed one clip at the top and bottom of each of her outer labia. When in position, the springs drew the trapped labia towards her thighs, thereby spreading her cunny wide open. Soon, her cunny bloomed like a rose, displaying every part of her intimacy to the passing observer. Phoebe covered her mouth with her fingers and giggled. "Goodness, I never imagined such a thing."

"Good day, Constance. Putting on a good display, I see," Eliza said.

Constance, the naked and widely splayed girl, smiled. "Hello Eliza. I try to put my best foot forward." She glanced at herself and grinned. "Well, not only my foot, I suppose."

"Constance, this is Phoebe. She's new to the Institute. Phoebe, this is Constance," Eliza said.

"Pleased to meet you," Phoebe said, leaning forward to take Constance's hand. As she pulled back, the sleeve of her blouse brushed the naked woman's clitoris.

"Ooh! Never had a handshake like that before," Constance said.

"I'm so very sorry," Phoebe said, mortified. "I didn't mean to —"

Eliza touched Phoebe's shoulder. "It's all right. We're permitted to touch. That's part of why she's laid out like that. It's the reason for this entire thing. Every one of us takes our turn here, so we understand that our cunnies are not some shameful secret. Instead, it should be open to be appreciated and enjoyed, like —" She waved her hand around her to indicate the contents of the Conservatory. "Go on, take a good look. I bet you've never really looked at one before, have you?"

"Well, not close up. Not really, I mean. Just my own," Phoebe said, feeling herself blush.

"Go on, she won't mind," Eliza said.

Phoebe leaned over the girl's cunny. For a moment, she was overwhelmed with a feeling of disgust. Then she realised how silly she was being, smiled, and leaned forward. The spread lips and clipped labia made it easier to see the details. The girl's inner lips were long and thin, and a nice shade of pink, a little darker at the centre, where they were a little thicker. The bud of the clitoris stood proud, the hood drawn back. Her cunny was pretty, although she was no proper judge of the matter. Phoebe knew her own parts were different, with thicker lips and slightly larger clitoris. She wondered if it would change with similar forced exposure. "It's actually really pretty," Phoebe said honestly.

Constance smiled. "Thank you. You're not allowed to hurt me, but you can touch it if you like. Even inside."

Phoebe remembered how she had looked in the mirror upstairs and compared it to what was before her eyes. "This is more um, open than mine," she said to Eliza, pointing at Constance's vaginal orifice. "Miss Fitzhugh says she is going to deflower me tomorrow. Will I look different after that?"

"Not immediately. No matter what she does to you, you won't change much after only one session. If she decides to stretch you a lot down there, then you'll be able to open up more easily. But as long as you exercise the muscles of your vagina, you won't go loose or anything," Eliza said.

Phoebe's eyes widened. "You can exercise that part of your person?"

"Most definitely. It's something we discovered together, because of how often our vaginas are handled and stretched. Now most of us do it, so that our cunnies stay in the best condition to serve Miss Fitzhugh." Eliza pointed at Constance's vaginal opening. "Here. Push two of your fingers inside of her, and Constance will show you."

Feeling a little dazed, Phoebe brought two fingers up to the obscenely splayed cunny before her, then looked up at Constance's eyes. "May I?"

"By all means. That's what I'm here for. Have a good rummage around. Don't worry about me," Constance said with a good-natured grin.

Phoebe smiled back, then slipped her fingers inside Constance's cunny, surprised at the wet heat. The girl's vagina was extremely tight, and she could barely get her fingers past the entrance. But when her fingers were surrounded by the soft tissue, Constance's vagina tightened around her fingers with a firm grip.

"Oh, that's remarkable. Do it again, please," Constance said, and laughed happily when Constance squeezed her fingers again in response.

"Now insert two fingers of your other hand into there was well," Eliza said

Phoebe studied the tight orifice doubtfully. "Will they fit? I'll have to force them in. Won't that hurt you?" she said to Constance.

"It's all right. Just work them in. I'll stretch. Try not to scratch me with your fingernails, though," Constance replied, giving Eliza a wink.

"Of course not," Phoebe said, and slowly pushed the fingers of her left hand into the girl's cunny. To her amazement, they went in without anything drastic happening, and soon, both sets of fingers were tightly held by the girl's vagina. "My goodness, that's outstanding," she said, looking at her fingers, which were almost entirely concealed within the girl's body. It felt so very tight, warm, and slippery. She could feel the life pulsing around her digits, and she grinned.

"Now pull your hands apart, as hard as you can manage. You won't hurt her, just pull," Eliza said.

Constance winked, and mouthed, "Pull harder."

Phoebe hesitated, and then drew her hands apart, feeling the girl's cunny resist, and then stretch, slowly at first, and then much faster. Gradually, the tight hole began to spread, and the walls drew apart as her fingers strained against the woman's most intimate flesh. "I can't believe it. I can see right inside." The ample light of the Conservatory cast a glow all the way inside the dilated vagina, and Phoebe saw a smooth, glistening, dimpled dome right at the bottom of the straining passage.

"What's that I see?"

"That's her cervix, the mouth of her womb," Eliza said, peering over Phoebe's shoulder.

"You mean I could reach in and touch it just like that?"

Constance chuckled, making her vagina quiver and flex around Phoebe's fingers. "You can. I'm sure Miss Fitzhugh is going to search out yours in the same manner for her own amusements too."

"Now, gently massage her cunny, and you'll feel how she tightens and loosens," Eliza said, smiling at Phoebe's astonishment.

Phoebe felt a thrill of excitement as she worked her fingers around within the tight confines. It was fascinating, and a little exciting, to explore another woman's body in such an intimate manner. And the woman she was exploring was so unashamed, so willing to be open and vulnerable.

A thought struck her and Phoebe said, "Does Miss Fitzhugh do things to you? Right inside here, I mean."

"Oh yes. Most definitely. Our vaginas are a prime target for all manner of painful games. There are no end to the things you can do to a woman there," Eliza said.

Her voice suddenly more serious, Phoebe said, "I don't see any marks or scars. Do you ever get cut or scratched when she does those things to you?"

"Miss Fitzhugh is usually prudent and controlled. Why do you ask?" Constance said.

Phoebe bit her lip, and then said, "I came to a particular agreement with her. I consented to more extreme treatment in exchange for certain necessary financial benefits."

The other two women exchanged glances. Eliza said, "Extreme treatment. Well. That's a brave thing, to volunteer for that. How extreme are we talking about, exactly?"

"Cuts, burns, blood, those kinds of things. Anything goes apart from permanent mutilation," Phoebe said calmly.

Eliza shook her head. "I assume you know what you are doing, and that you have good reasons. Fortunately, we have a good doctor and nurse in attendance, who will treat you without cost."

Phoebe nodded, and her good humour returned. "Has she ever played with your … cervix, was it?"

"Yes, cunny, cervix, and womb. That's the door to the nursery, she likes to say," Eliza said, her eyes misting over as she lost herself in some remembered scene. "She's opened me up wide so that she could reach in and touch me there. It's a funny feeling to be handled like that."

Phoebe found that she had to push her fingers back into the woman's vagina and pull to stretch her out. Then her fingers would slip and she would have to do it again. Because of this, she found herself massaging and kneading the woman's cunny in a way she would never have imagined. To her surprise, she found it rather enjoyable to be able to play with another woman's genitals in this way, and it gave her a tiny peep at how Miss Fitzhugh must see her cunny. "Does that tiny hole in the cervix lead right into the womb?" When Constance nodded, she said, "Why, then it would be simple enough to reach right into the womb, and to do things to it." She leaned closer while pulling hard, and stared at the exposed cervix. "How marvellous."

Eliza pointed. "In case you hadn't noticed, that's her pee hole. And it isn't exempt from Miss Fitzhugh's attentions either."

Phoebe pulled her fingers out and thoughtfully arranged Constance's inner labia as if posing her cunny for a portrait. "She spanked my cunny with a ruler, but not on the inside. Will it hurt a lot more, do you think?"

Eliza was about to say "Of course" when she noted that Phoebe sounded almost wistful, rather than afraid. Softly she said, "Undoubtedly. Especially if she concentrates on particularly sensitive spots like your clitoris."

"I like it when she strikes right into my opening with the tip of the ruler," Constance said. "It really makes you jump. It feels as if the ruler is really striking at the good parts."

"Yes, I suppose it would," Phoebe said. Her tone was dreamy and contemplative, and the corners of her mouth curved up in the suggestion of a smile.

Eliza gave Constance's clit a playful rub and then took Phoebe's elbow. "Why don't we have a cup of tea, and I'll introduce you to some of the other ladies."

***

Chastity smiled in welcome at Eliza. "So, what do you think?" she said as the woman entered the office.

"I'm impressed. She's a remarkable young woman. I think you're going to derive a great deal of enjoyment from her. If I'm any judge, she has a strong liking for sexual pain, although she may not fully realise it just yet," Eliza said. "If you bring her along carefully, she'll let you do some truly terrible things to her cunny, and smile while it happens." As she spoke, she had raised her skirts and positioned herself beside Chastity's chair. She gasped softly when a finger delved deep into her vagina with no warning or preparation, and began scratching at the slick walls with a sharp fingernail. During her time at the Institute, she had come to love having her genitals treated in this manner, and a powerful surge of erotic feelings immediately started to build up in her loins. "You may have to be careful with her. She might not try to stop you, even if she is in serious pain."

"Yes, that was my impression too. She is strong-willed, and seems quite determined to accept whatever happens to her. That's a quality we don't see often enough around here," Chastity said.

Eliza sighed as her mistress found a sensitive spot and began a steady scratch, scratch, scratch. "Yes, indeed. Many of the girls here are frightened of their cunny being treated harshly. And that's normal. We can't all be masochists."

"No, indeed. I'm glad you introduced her to Constance and the others. She needs to see that the other women are happy and thriving here, and that she can do so too."

Eliza's cunny was rapidly growing wet, and she was struggling not to push herself back and forth on the probing finger. The mixture of pleasure and pain being applied to that particular spot inside her vagina made her cunt clench and tingle. "You're going to make me come if you keep that up, Ma'am."

Chastity smiled, and her finger scratched harder, while her thumb pressed on Eliza's clitoris. Her hand rocked back and forth between the two, alternately hurting and masturbating the standing woman. Eliza had been one of the first residents, and she had taken to the sexual torment and stimulation of her cunt amazingly well, as had her two friends. Chastity suspected it was because they had embraced this way of life right from the very beginning. She smiled and felt the heat build in her own loins as Eliza began to shudder and moan.

Like her friends, Eliza had come to understand and believe that her orgasms which were experienced in combination with intense sexual pain, were not simply physical pleasure, but something to be produced for Chastity, both a performance, like a dance or song, and a product, like a cow producing milk. They were all proud of their ability, the ability of their cunts to create it on demand for their mistress. "I'm close," she said, her voice a deep tone, vibrating with erotic tension. "Yes, yes, I'm —" Her words were cut off by racking shudders that gripped her entire body. Her hips jerked spasmodically, and her knees threatened to give way. She made no attempt to hide the effects of her climax, shamelessly working her cunt against the hand and fingers that played with her genitals as if they were a musical instrument.

Chastity worked the woman's cunt unrelentingly, rubbing her clitoris, stroking her cervix, and scratching her vaginal walls. Eliza's cunt was now sopping wet, and the slick walls were slippery and heated. When Chastity removed her finger, she used her fingers to stretch the vaginal opening wider, and admired the moist, pink interior that still clenched and flexed rhythmically. It was beautiful. "Present you clit please. I think I shall play with it for a while."

Chapter Two.

Chastity had just seated herself in the dining hall for breakfast when Phoebe entered and waved. "Good morning Phoebe, do come and join me. Are you hungry? You're up bright and early."

"Good morning, Miss Fitzhugh. Yes, I'm rather famished," Phoebe said. She followed Chastity to the laid out breakfast trays and made her pick from the selection of poached eggs, ham, crumpets and rolls, berries and cream, and a variety of cheeses.

Chastity sipped her tea and said, "How was your day? I hope you slept well."

Phoebe bobbed her head and smiled. "It was most interesting, and Eliza was a most generous guide. I was fascinated and greatly heartened by what I learned from the other ladies. Most of them seemed truly happy with their conditions and treatment." She bit her lip. "I meant no doubt or criticism of your governance, Miss Fitzhugh. Please forgive me if I misspoke."

Chastity waved her apology away with a genteel gesture of her hand. "Not at all, my dear. Considering the subject, a degree of caution and suspicion is only sensible. I take it you are now more comfortable with our arrangement?"

"Indeed I am, Miss Fitzhugh. As a matter of fact, I am quite intrigued by the things I've seen and learned," Phoebe said. Although she did not say it, she had awoken feeling an erotic arousal that would have shocked her before her introduction to the Institute. She had pleasured herself for the first time in her life, while thinking about cunny torture, and wondering what Miss Fitzhugh had planned for her.

Chastity was pleased. She had hoped that Phoebe would respond favourably to her introduction to the Conservatory and the other residents. "Excellent. Today is a new day, and we will begin your introduction to what I shall expect of you."

Phoebe nodded, trying to conceal a degree of eagerness unbecoming in a decent young lady. "I place myself in your hands."

"Let us finish our breakfast then, after which we shall make our way upstairs to see what mischief we can get into," Chastity said lightly.

***

Phoebe felt both frightened and exhilarated as she closed the door to the office behind her. She went over to where Chastity was standing and waited for instructions.

"The first thing to know, is that whenever you report to me for a session, you always start by lifting your skirts and showing me your cunny. This serves two purposes. First, you show me that your cunny is either clean-shaven, or neatly trimmed. Second, it reminds you of why you are here, and tells me you are ready. Third, it allows me to confirm that you are fully recovered from the previous session, rather than making you undress all the way only to be told that you're not, in my opinion, fit to proceed." She made an upward gesture with her fingers.

It took Phoebe a second to realise that this was an instruction. "Oh," she said, and hastily bent and lifted her skirts. Remembering how the other girls had done it, she gathered her skirts up above her waist and shifted her feet apart to provide visual and manual access to her cunny. The rush of shame made her cunt clench hard, and her clitoris tingled as if it had been stroked. Fingers danced feather-light over the mound of her cunt, and she inhaled sharply. For a second, she imagined the chill brush of steel against her sex. She realised she had never been so aroused in her young life. Yesterday, she had been too tense and confused to feel very much apart from the actual pain. But now it was different, especially after her experiences with Eliza and the others. She could feel her cunny start to grow slick with her juices, and she knew that this was a signal of her readiness for the punishment.

Chastity smiled. "Ah, yes, I can see you are ready, but I would prefer to be sure." She picked up the wooden ruler and pressed the cool wood against the girl's cunny. She used the tip to part the inner labia, then slid it through the wet slit, edge up, and began sawing the ruler against Phoebe's cunt, just lightly, allowing the friction and hard edges of the wood to irritate the delicate tissues. The ruler continued to slide back and forth until it was liberally coated with Phoebe's juices, and then Chastity turned the slat of wood face up and gave her cunny a smart smack. "That's fine. Now undress for me. Show me everything."

Phoebe was breathing heavily. Her cunny had responded to the mild punishment with a flood of sexual excitement. She felt her juices drip from her opening and slide down between her legs. She wanted more, but she knew that she would have to wait. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles, and the tips tingled. With trembling fingers, she removed her layers of clothing and stood naked except for her stockings and shoes. Her hands cupped her bare breasts, not out of modesty but to knead and squeeze, and to pinch the stiff nipples. It felt marvellous. Hands flat, she slid them down her belly and eagerly parted her cunt lips. "Here is my cunny. Do as you please with it."

Chastity pulled the long curtain aside. "Get up onto the chair, and we'll start." She studied the movement of Phoebe's naked body as she clambered up onto the modified doctor's chair, her eyes following the movement of her limbs and muscles, the way her breasts swayed, and how glimpses of her cunny were revealed as her legs spread and closed. Phoebe had a good figure, and Chastity's imagination ran rampant, painting pictures of what she could do to it. She toyed with Phoebe's nipples as the girl settled her heels into the stirrups and shuffled her hips forward to spread her thighs wide.

Finally, when her cunt was perfectly raised and presented, Phoebe smiled up at Chastity. "There you are. It's all yours. Do you want me to remain silent, or can I moan and scream if, when, it hurts too much to bear?"

Chastity patted Phoebe's belly and said, "I don't ask the impossible, but I'd appreciate it if you avoided superfluous outcries." Her fingers moved back to Phoebe's cunt. "I see you took the time to shave. I like how it looks." There was what looked like a tea trolley by the wall, its tray covered by a crisp white linen cloth. Chastity rolled it over to the doctor's chair, and slipped her hand beneath the cloth.

Phoebe saw Chastity produce a set of familiar leather and linen straps, and smiled. "Ah, yes," she said and very slightly shifted her thighs as if to accommodate the spreader straps. She watched as Chastity fastened them around her upper thighs and the tops of her stockings, like a second pair of garters. Although she had seen the spreaders used on Constance, the pinch of the spring-loaded clips on her labia was still a surprise, as was the powerful stretching sensation. Her inner labia and clitoral hood now stood clearly proud of her body.

Chastity silently examined the exposed intimacy, tracing every line and fold with her eyes. "You have a very pretty cunt. "

"Thank you. You're too kind," Phoebe said, not knowing whether to blush or giggle.

Chastity pushed her hood back even more with a fingertip, and studied the revealed clitoris, which was like a smooth, pink, petit pois. "I'm going to be very cruel to this lovely little thing, you know."

Fear and arousal made Phoebe's heart pound, but she nodded. "It seems sensible to do terrible things to a woman's clitty if one desired to torture a woman. I do confess that I'm somewhat naive regarding the subject. I know you can beat it, and pinch it, but I'm at a loss as to what else might be done to the poor thing."

Chastity smiled and brushed the clit from side to side. "We can have a nice discussion and demonstration regarding clitty torture another time. Right now, our main concern is this inconvenient virginity of yours."

"I’m sure we can do something about it," Phoebe said, playing along with Chastity. The thought of what Chastity might do in order to deflower her made her cunt clench fiercely.

"Indeed we can," Chastity said. She dipped a fingertip into the tight, wet opening. She knew that a virgin's hymen wasn't the impenetrable barrier that most people, especially men, imagined it to be. But in most cases, at least a tiny bit of tearing was going to happen. "Permit me to be honest here. With the other virgins I've encountered in this very situation, I have tried to be gentle. This was because I didn't wish their very first sexual experience to be a bad one, no matter what may happen later. But you have specifically bargained for a greater degree of punishment, so I feel free to be less … considerate. However, I feel compelled to remind you of this fact before proceeding."

"I understand, and I fully expect you to take full advantage of the conditions I agreed to," Phoebe said. "You shall hear no complaints from me."

Chastity's finger continued to slowly stroke the portal of Phoebe's vagina. "I'm going to push two fingers into you, and then pull them apart as forcefully as I can, and tear whatever traces of a hymen you possess. Try to relax your muscles and not fight me. Ready?"

"I'm ready." Phoebe gasped and her cunny clenched tightly around Chastity's intruding fingers. She bit her lip and fought the urge to resist. A hot, searing sensation ripped through her core, and she felt something tear. She was grateful for the stirrups that held her legs firmly in place. The frightening sensation of her cunny literally being ripped open was worse than the actual pain, and she felt tears blur her vision. Of course, she quickly realised that her mind was being overly dramatic, and the actual injury was no worse than if she had taken her first cock. However, Chastity continued to mercilessly wrench her fingers apart, before changing the angle of her hands, and forcing her vagina open again, and the pain was very real indeed. It was hugely difficult not to shield her cunt or press her thighs together, and even harder to actually push her cunny up in order to better facilitate this abuse of her genitals. The shame, and the struggle to simply obey, made her cunny swell and become engorged, and she felt the slickness of her own juices trickle out of her.

Chastity could feel the inner muscles fluttering, and the wet, hot passage clenched and flexed around her fingers. She continued to twist and yank her fingers, tearing the inner tissues and stretching the previously virgin hole, and enjoying Phoebe's evident pain as her cunt was truly used for the first time. Both women were panting by the time Chastity decided to stop. She fetched a soft white tea towel from a stack in a basket, wiped her hands clean of the juices and flecks of blood, then gently dabbed Phoebe's cunt, staining the cloth with streaks and dots of red. "I think we can most definitely agree that your virginity is well and truly banished," she said as she admired her handiwork.

Phoebe dashed the tears from her eyes and nodded. "Yes, that does seem to be the case," she said, her voice still trembling from the surfeit of emotion. "Not quite what I imagined as a young girl, I admit." Her cunt both ached and stung, producing a most interesting variety of feelings as the battered nerves caught up with events. Then she smiled. "At least now you shall have unrestricted access to my insides. Please let me know if there's anything of interest in there."

Chastity chuckled. "A sense of humour. I like it. And don't worry. I've never met a cunny that wasn't worth the bother."

"I'm so glad," Phoebe said. "Is this the part where you use some sort of horrible device to further punish my cunny for being so naughty?"

Chastity picked up a slim leather case and opened it. "Perhaps not so very horrible for the moment," she said.

Phoebe was surprised to see the woman extract a pure white goose feather from the case. It was, in fact, a trimmed writing quill. "You're going to write an ode to the quality of my cunny?" she asked hopefully.

"You're more correct than you imagine," Chastity said with a laugh. She drew a leather-padded tall stool towards the doctor's chair, and sat down within comfortable reach of Phoebe's cunny. "Now this isn't going to hurt, not yet at least, so just allow your cunny to open up to me."

"Yes, Ma'am," Phoebe said, wondering what was in store. This she discovered rapidly when the feathery end of the goose plume began to stroke her tautly spread cunt. It started with the fleshy hood of her clitoris, teasingly just avoiding the tip of her clitoris as Chastity brushed the soft tip up and down, over and over. It tickled, and Phoebe bit back a giggle, but after a moment the tickle became something far more erotic, and she curled her toes tightly in response. Her sore and newly opened vagina clenched, adding a twinge of pain, and the two forms of sensation ran in parallel along her nerves, and she moaned.

"Ah, so you like that," Chastity said, continuing to stroke the soft feather over the taut, straining cunny flesh. "I'm going to tease and torment your little clitty, and I want you to feel and respond." She let the feather dance all over Phoebe's cunt, tracing every curve and fold, circling the opening, and even tickling her tiny pee hole.

Despite the steady burn of her stretched and torn vaginal opening, the kiss of the feather was devastating, and Phoebe desperately wanted to rock her hips in obscene response to the merciless tickling of her inner cunt. She had been completely focused upon the pain that she expected to suffer, and had not given any thought to this intense and maddening erotic stimulation of her cunt. Her vagina clenched and opened so hard and often that she feared a cramp, and it was making loud, shamefully wet noises. She had never felt anything like this in her entire young life. Chastity's thumb pushed her hood back, and she gripped her breasts and squeezed when the tip of the feather touched her clitoris. It felt like lightning striking her cunny, and her back arched.

"I'm sorry," she said, not knowing why.

"No apology required," Chastity said, and she suddenly attacked the girl's clitoris with the feather. She did not move the feather rapidly, but instead she moved it in a slow and steady circle, around, and around, and around, and she grinned when Phoebe's hips began to heave and pitch.

"Oh my lord!" Phoebe cried. Her heels made the stirrups rattle, and the supporting struts might have bent if they had not been designed exactly for this contingency. Suddenly, she was coming. Red clouds passed before her vision, fireworks exploded in her mind, and her fingers squeezed her breasts so hard that they left bruises. She couldn't breathe from the rippling contractions that spread from her vagina, and on over her abdomen.

Still holding the fleshy hood back with her thumb, Chastity dextrously flipped the feather around, and now held it like a writing instrument. She positioned the sharp, trimmed tip precisely in front of the hapless clitoris that was still twitching from the overwhelming orgasm, and jabbed hard. The very tip of the quill pierced the hypersensitive organ, and she held it there.

Phoebe shrieked, and her cunny heaved and spasmed violently, her legs trembling. It felt like her tiny clitoris had been skewered by a thick needle, and her cunny was on fire, every muscle cramping. Chastity twisted the feather and wiggled the tip. The piercing pain was intense and concentrated in one very small spot. The quill lifted and she gasped in relief. "That really hurt," she said.

"Are you regretting your decision?" Chastity asked.

"No," Phoebe said, and shook her head in emphasis. She licked her dry lips and pushed her knees outward. The deliberate offering of her cunt made her arousal surge, even though her head was still buzzing from the jolt of pain. "Keep going." The point of the quill teasingly drifted over and around her clitoris, settled on a fresh spot, and stabbed again. She managed to somewhat stifle her scream this time, uttering instead a brief, high-pitched yelp in response to the agony that made the soles of her bare feet tingle.

"Let us try something a little different," Chastity said. "We'll have some fun with your newly opened hole."

Phoebe realised she was actually excited by the prospect of having her already sore vaginal opening further abused. "Yes, let's," she said. She felt Chastity's breath on her cunt, and she had to resist the desire to tense.

With a happy curl of her lips, Chastity dipped the quill into the sore, reddened mouth of the girl's vagina, as if it were an ink pot. Lovingly, she pressed the sharp tip against the glistening, sensitive tissue, and smiled when Phoebe's cunt clenched in response. Then, ever so slowly, she drew a line with the quill's sharp point outward, painting a red line from the orifice, out to the surrounding inner surface of the labia. It was not quite a cut, but it broke the skin sufficiently to sting as if she had used the tip of a knife. Chastity drew another line, and then another, and then another. Soon the interior surfaces of both labia were painted with red lines that radiated from her opening, and her cunny was bleeding slightly from the fine scratches.

Stinging, prickling pain filled Phoebe's cunt, and her fingers scratched at the leather of the seat as she struggled to absorb it with good grace. But while she couldn't say she liked the pain, she did like how it made her feel. The helplessness, the fear, the sheer obscenity of allowing another woman to do awful things to her most private spot, made something deep inside of her being hum and vibrate like the slow, sonorous pounding of a bass drum. All of it made her powerfully aware of her cunny, in the same way she had always been aware of the movement and sway of her body as she walked along the street. She shuddered as another fine red line was drawn on her sexual flesh, and a rippling sequence of contractions ran through her vagina, which in turn made her throbbing clitoris tingle deliciously.

Chastity continued to draw bloody red lines on Phoebe's cunt, radiating from her vaginal opening like the rays of a star. When she finally completed the circle of lines, Phoebe's skin glistened with a fine mist of sweat, although the girl had hardly made any sounds other low gasps and moans. However, she was pleased to see that the girl was clearly and powerfully aroused, and her writhing held a distinctly sensual nature. She took a step back so that she could study Phoebe's naked form in its entirety, with her obscenely spread cunt glowing shades of deep pink and crimson, her breasts heaving, nipples stiff and quivering, and her every muscle taut and trembling from the strain. She was lovely, and Chastity squeezed her thighs together, knowing she was going to masturbate so hard and so much that she might swoon from the sheer pleasure and memory of Phoebe's sexual suffering, but not just yet. There was more to be done.

Phoebe felt like her cunny was burning, and yet the flames did not consume her. Instead, they flowed into her veins, and she was amazed at how the heat spread through her entire body. She felt flushed, and her skin was damp with perspiration. Every breath she took, and every pulse of her heart, made her cunny ache. To her amazement, she felt a strong desire to feel Chastity caress her cunt. The clips holding her labia apart burned where they pinched her flesh, but the early constant crushing pain had turned into the kind of pleasure/pain that one experienced when massaging sore muscles. She was intensely aware of the splayed exposure of her inner sex, and the initial shame had turned into a strong tingling, such as when under the public scrutiny of others. In fact, she devoutly hoped that Chastity liked what she saw. Chastity's finger teasingly circled her clitoris, and Phoebe moaned gratefully.

"I want to properly fuck your cunt, but let's save that for our next encounter, in order that you're in the proper frame of mind to appreciate it," Chastity said as she continued to tease Phoebe's clitoris. "But I can't let you go without reaching deep inside that pretty cunt hole of yours. Hmm, let me see …" Her eyes fell on the ruler on her table and she smiled. "Yes, let's take the measure of your cunt hole, shall we?" Her hands went to the clips. "But first, we need to make a small adjustment. This may sting a little." She gripped Phoebe's inner labia and stretched it out, then unfastened one of the spreader clips from the outer labia and re-attached it to the smaller and more sensitive inner lip.

The bite of the clip on her inner labia did a lot more than sting, but Phoebe endured this fresh infliction calmly. In fact, she found this new development rather exciting, as it increased the feeling of total and obscene exposure of her intimate parts. She most definitely enjoyed having her genitals manipulated and abused with sexual intent. She was also impressed with the strength of her own control. Furthermore, she had never guessed that she was capable of enduring so much pain without a whimper. Her cunny was an intense mixture of raw nerves, burning heat, and a fierce desire to be ravished.

"There, much better," Chastity said, admiring the results of her handiwork. She had the girl's cunny stretched out even farther than before, and it was a thing of beauty. The inner lips were pulled out, exposing the wet, gleaming cunny meat, and the little clitoris was now fully uncovered, a precious little bud that was a vivid pink in hue. Fine threads of blood had run from the girl's cunt, and these were made clearly visible by the tight stretching of the inner labia. She held up the square end of the ruler. "I'm going to put this into you. I'd advise that you try to maintain your vagina in as relaxed a state as possible. The more you squeeze down, the greater the friction of the ruler's corners will be against your cunt. They aren't sharp, so you shouldn't be cut or badly scratched, but you're going to get bruised, and the harder you squeeze, the worse it will be."

Phoebe nodded, licking her lips nervously. "I understand. Thank you for warning me, but I truly desire that you enjoy the use of my cunny, and I fully anticipate that this will involve a great deal of pain."

Chastity studied the splayed cunt. "So very delicate and pretty. And yet designed by nature for rude treatment. First the stretching and pounding of the male member, and then the screaming agony of childbirth." She tapped the flat of the ruler against the taut pink labia, making Phoebe start. Then another tap, right against the tight, and legally still virgin orifice, sending a fine splatter of female juices flying into the air. Then she placed the blunt square end of the ruler against the little hole, and gave a gentle preliminary push.

Phoebe gasped, and the stirrup rods creaked as her thighs strained and quivered. Her cunny felt stretched tight, and she could feel her vaginal opening straining to accommodate the solid intrusion. Then the ruler was pressing more firmly, and the pressure grew and grew as the tip of the square forced itself into her. She groaned, and her hands grasped her breasts and squeezed. Her clitoris was burning, and a dull, throbbing ache was growing inside her cunt. Pain flared bright as the ruler pushed relentlessly against her most intimate opening. "Ow, ow, ow," she chanted softly in a rising tone as Chastity rocked the ruler from side to side, and then gasped when it finally forced its way past the tight orifice and entered her vagina. The two corners of the ruler's end immediately dug into the walls of her vagina, and scraped along like rakes or ploughs, as Chastity commenced to force the ruler into her body. Phoebe had never been touched there before, and certainly not with such violence, and any sensation there, let alone such a painful one, was extraordinarily shocking. And yet … it was extraordinarily exciting too. Deep down in her very being, she knew that her cunt was meant to be touched, stretched, and yes, even hurt. "Yes," she said in a half-whisper, "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make it hurt."

Chastity smiled. She was already doing that, but she was pleased that the girl was starting to understand her cunny's true purpose. She had the entire length of the ruler inside Phoebe's body, and she could see the girl's abdominal muscles ripple as the ruler forced its way in. But she had a surprise for Phoebe. Instead of immediately fucking her with the wooden slat, she pushed it all the way in until it bumped against the girl's cervix. "How does that feel?" she asked without moving the ruler.

It took a moment for Phoebe to gather her thoughts. "It feels as if there are two hot tracks running down my … hole, and I can feel the ruler pressing against my cunny. It's strange, and admittedly rather frightening. And the tip is pressing against … something, I'm not exactly sure what."

"That's your cervix. The mouth of your womb. We shall play with that on another day," Charity said with an amused smile. "Now stay very still. I'm going to stimulate your insides."

Phoebe's eyes widened. "Stimulate? In what way — oh!" Chastity had firmly tapped the flat end of the ruler that protruded from her cunt. This created a jolt of movement along the slim wooden plank that was transmitted to her vaginal passage like a miniature slap that rocked her genitalia. It was similar to a person bouncing up and down on the diving board in a swimming pool.

"I do so love doing this," Chastity said. She tapped the ruler again, a little harder this time. "It's so terribly arousing to know I'm touching, playing with, a woman's most intimate genital parts. Parts that nobody, not even a lover or husband, is allowed to touch, let alone to hurt." Another tap. "But you shall allow me to hurt those parts, won't you Phoebe?"

"Yes," Phoebe said, her voice trembling with suppressed excitement. "I find that allowing my private parts to be used in this manner arouses me far more than I had imagined possible." Each slap of the ruler jolted her vagina and womb, causing frightening pain, then a dull ache, but also creating a flash of intense sensuality that made her clitoris sing. Somehow, the thought of having her sexual organs used in such a manner pleased, rather than frightened her. She tightened her vagina's grip on the ruler, and the next slap was transmitted to her genitals even more strongly.

Chastity saw what Phoebe was doing, and began rapidly tapping the ruler, sending rumbling vibrations shooting through the girl's belly, and laughed when she began to moan in arousal. Then she stopped, and when she had Phoebe's attention, said, "One more. This one will hurt." When Phoebe nodded, she slapped the ruler hard.

Phoebe grunted, but fought back the urge to scream in agony. It felt as if Chastity had reached into her cunny and wrenched her female parts with her fist. It was frightening, terrifying. Her mind screamed that she was being injured. Her genitals were going to be damaged. Such a thing should never happen to a decent woman. But then slowly, she began to smile. Clearly she wasn't a decent woman. She looked at her obscenely splayed legs, and her smile widened. As a matter of fact, she could hardly think of a more indecent woman. She had explicitly given Chastity the right to use and abuse her genitals however she wished. And deep in her soul, she liked it. She craved it. In fact, she wanted more. "I do believe that my virginity is well and truly disposed of," she said. She was shocked when Chastity bent forwards and planted a kiss on her painfully stretched cunny. A wrenching rush of sensuality rocked her sweating body.

"You've done really well," Chastity said, and licked her lips. "Can you bear just a little more? I want to have well and truly ravaged your cunt this day." Her fingertip lightly teased Phoebe's clitoris as she spoke.

Phoebe's eyes closed, and her head tilted upward in response to the stroking of her clitoris, then she nodded. "Anything you desire, Chastity. Anything at all." Her eyes opened again when she felt the end of the ruler bump against her cervix. She looked down to see Chastity's open hand poised in front of the ruler, ready to drive the wooden shaft straight in. Phoebe's hands went to the sides of the chair and gripped tightly. "Yes." She tensed when she saw Chastity's hand move. The sharp slap rammed the end of the ruler against her cervix, and her belly exploded in pain. Phoebe screamed, and the struts supporting her legs groaned as the strong muscles of her thighs tried to squeeze her legs together. Her belly cramped, and for a moment she was unable to breathe. To her surprise, she felt Chastity's hand on her sweat-slick belly, gently stroking and massaging, helping her relax and to draw breath again. Her cervix and womb continued to burn, but she felt strangely comforted by the rubbing of Chastity's hand and her soothing crooning tone. As the initial shock eased, the thought of the hand moving lower to massage something more sensitive made her smile again.

"How was that? Be honest," Chastity said.

Phoebe took a moment to gather her thoughts and said, "It hurt in a way I'd never imagined possible, and for a moment I thought I would die. But when the first agony passed, it began to feel … interesting."

"Oh?" Chastity said, curious.

"Yes. It may be a form of madness, but I find a certain satisfaction in having my genitals treated so. I do believe that if you are patient with me, I shall be able to endure, and even enjoy, just about any harsh treatment of my sexual parts."

Chastity considered this, and decided that the girl was probably telling the truth. "Do you wish to continue?"

"Yes. With all my heart. If I may, I would like to continue to be punished and used until I've been completely exhausted."

"Then I have one more little infliction for this session, after which you may retire to rest and recover," Chastity said, her fingers moving to toy with Phoebe's clitoris again. She was pleased to see the girl focus on the stimulation rather than what torment might be forthcoming. Phoebe had a truly erotic nature. She continued to play with the girl's clitoris until she was writhing and moaning, well on her way towards an orgasm. Without stopping her caresses, she gripped the ruler firmly with her other hand, braced her feet, and twisted it hard. The flat strip of wood gripped the walls of Phoebe's vagina, and both scraped and twisted the girl's vagina with sudden and shocking force.

Phoebe's cunny exploded in agony. Her eyes bulged, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Tears began to stream down her cheeks. The pain was like a fiery lance that was being driven into her. It felt as if her cunny was being torn apart. She screamed again when Chastity twisted the ruler in the opposite direction. Her tightly clenched fists pounded the firm leather of the chair, but she took her weight on her shoulders and pushed her hips up, making her cunny completely available to Chastity as the ruler continued to violently rotate in one direction and then the other. In addition to the wrenching pain, the harsh friction was rubbing the lining of her vagina raw, making it burn and throb. She had never experienced pain like this before in her life, yet somehow it was also intensely erotic and to her, it didn't feel like a punishment. It felt like a lesson, and one that she was determined to learn.

When the last echoes of her scream had died away, she drew a shuddering breath and said, "Please, Mistress. Please make me cum. I need to cum so very badly. Please let me cum."

Chastity smiled. "You've done really well, Phoebe. I think that deserves a reward."

Phoebe's back arched as Chastity recovered the quill feather, and applied the soft end to her clitoris, brushing and stroking the super sensitive bud with the skill developed by devoted practise. The feather danced and flickered over her clit in an unwavering cascade of maddening and tickling strokes that made her moan even louder than all the preceding pain had done. She gripped and pinched her own nipples hard as she strained towards that indescribable goal, her cunt so wet that she could feel her juices running in tiny rivulets from her cunny, over her buttocks, and on to the polished leather of the chair. A choking sound issued from her throat as her entire body tensed, and then massive, explosive contractions racked her cunt as her orgasm crashed through her being, and her hips rose and fell, slamming into the seat hard enough to make the heavy piece of furniture rattle and shake on its thick legs. Every part of her cunt hurt, but that only added spice to the orgasmic pleasure, and Phoebe felt close to swooning as Chastity continued to stroke the feather over her tautly stretched cunt, keeping the shuddering contractions of her vagina coming even as the peak of her orgasm faded. Now she wanted to beg for Chastity to stop, but she understood that it was her obligation to experience, or even suffer, whatever Chastity desired, so she clenched her teeth and allowed the pleasure that was almost pain to continue.

Finally, Chastity took pity on the girl and stopped milking her cunt of twitches and contractions. She set the quill aside and raised the lower portion of the leather chair up so that it became a table. Gently, she lowered Phoebe's feet from the stirrups and let her lie in greater comfort, limp and emotionally drained. She ran her fingertips from her toes all the way to her breasts, then gave her belly an affectionate pat. "That was very well done. When you're ready, you may get dressed and report to the nurse, who will attend to your wounds. I won't call upon you again until you are fully healed. However, until that time, I want you to play with yourself, to masturbate, twice a day, starting from tomorrow. I want your body to become accustomed to climaxing while your cunt is sore or in pain. You will do it when you rise in the morning, and before you go to bed. I may drop by to observe on occasion, or have another of the girls do it, so be prepared to make your orgasms a public affair, and to give the best show that you can."

The instructions made Phoebe's cunny clench again, and she nodded. "Yes, ma'am. I understand. I shall do my best to display my genitals and my sensual responses as openly and decoratively as possible." She imagined the girls displaying themselves in the Conservatory, and her cunt clenched again. "Should I try to hurt my clitoris or other parts as well?"

Pleased by this show of initiative, Chastity smiled, but shook her head. "No. I may indeed require you to torture yourself, but only in my presence as a performance. The only time you might suffer pain outside of my presence is in the Conservatory. Some of the girls can be … capricious. But nothing severe is allowed, and you will report any infractions to me or the other supervisors."

***

Chastity pulled the rope that summoned her chamber maid, Carpenter. Chastity felt justified in applying corporal punishment, and even sexually stimulating the residents of the Institute, being classified as discipline and hygiene. But she could not justify having them perform sexual acts on her own person, as that would be an abuse of her authority. She also had no desire to have a romantic or even purely sexual partner, which left her with masturbation. As always, it was Helene who suggested that she find an attractive and compliant maid who had the appropriate interest in other women, who could attend to Chastity's erotic needs.

Carpenter was young, attractive, with chestnut brown hair. She was slim, almost skinny, but with a bright, energetic nature. "You called, madam?" she said with a quick curtsey. She had seen Phoebe's departure and guessed the reason for the summons. Her nature was very similar to the residents of the Institute, but being of the lower classes, she was in service. However, her pay was better than anything she could expect in any grand household, and despite the sexual nature of her duties, she ran no risk of becoming pregnant, since there was no master in this household. "Should I prepare myself, madam?" When Chastity nodded, she quickly undressed keeping only her stockings and shoes, revealing her pale body and small, youthful breasts. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed so that her slit was clearly visible. Naked, she moved close to Chastity, her expression earnest and determined. Without instruction, she spread her feet out to the width of her shoulders, and reached down to spread her outer lips. "Do you desire to play with my cunny, madam?" she said, trying to hide her nervousness. So far, her mistress had not done anything really painful to her cunt, although it had been a condition of her employment to which she had accepted.

"Show me your clit, Carpenter," Chastity said.

"Yes, madam," Carpenter said, experiencing a shiver of fear and excitement under the stern gaze of her mistress. She could feel how stiff and erect her clitoris had become as her fingers moved to draw the hood back from her clitty. Her clitty was fairly large and prominent, and she knew that this would draw Miss Chastity's attention to it. "I've been rubbing it a lot, just as you told me to, madam." She stifled a gasp when her mistress roughly shoved two fingers into her cunt hole.

"Excellent. I hope you understand that while your main duties involve the use of your tongue, I shall expect this little thing —" Chastity gave the clitoris a flick of her finger, "— to be very sore or in actual pain while you perform your duties. Make no mistake, I greatly enjoy tormenting this pretty morsel."

"I understand, mistress. I told Miss Helene that I am quite prepared to have my clitty used in whatever manner as may please you. I expect that no mercy shall be shown in your treatment of it." She glanced downwards and added, "The same applies to that part your fingers are currently exploring. I've seen molls being punished by their fancy men, who stuck all manner of terrible objects into their cunts, so I know the kind of games you can play with my hole." She grinned. "I've even seen a moll receive the Burning Shame," she said proudly.

"Burning shame? I'm not familiar with that name. I assume it refers to something of a sexual nature?" Chastity said, her fingers busily probing the maid's sexual depths.

Carpenter giggled again. "You might say that. For a couple of quid, some molls will squat down and open up their cunnies to let the john snuff a candle out in their hole. Some of them don't half squeal when the flame gets up there."

Chastity's eyes gleamed. "That does sound interesting."

Carpenter bit her lip, and then said, "For a couple of quid, I wouldn't mind 'aving me shame singed a bit."

"Truly?" Chastity asked.

The young maid thought for a second and nodded. "Yes. I'm tough. My cunny can take a bit of burning. I'd need to see the shillings first, though."

Chastity chuckled. "Perhaps we can discuss the matter in the future. For now, let's put this on your clitty, and you can get to work" She opened a drawer in her desk and produced a gold ring that was pierced by four silver screws that all met in the centre.

Carpenter was familiar with the item and pushed her hips forward to present her clitoris. The metal was chilly, and she winced when it was placed around her clitty. She stood very still as Chastity tightened each of the screws, a few turns at the time so that they closed in on her clitoris evenly from each direction, and uttered a tiny gasp when they finally gripped her pea-sized bud and began to squeeze.

Chastity gradually tightened the screws in sequence until they were tight enough to hold the ring in place. Then she looked up at Carpenter's eyes, and gave the screws a final twist, making them bite down on Carpenter's clitty like tiny jaws. The girl made a tiny sound of pain as her clit was crushed between the four metal shafts, and Chastity tightened them just a little more. The maid yelped when Chastity gave the ring a tap. "Does that hurt?"

Carpenter nodded vigorously. "Yes, it bloody does, mistress." The ring was heavy enough that the slightest movement of her body made the screws tug painfully on her clitty.

"Excellent. Now you can get to work," Chastity said cheerfully, and gestured to the hem of her skirts. She watched the maid get down on her knees, lift her skirts and crawl underneath. Moments later, she sighed when she felt the girl's lips touch her cunt, and her tongue begin to work. "I think three orgasms would be in order, after which I shall consider removing the ring."

Chapter Three.

Phoebe shuddered and tossed her head. The armchair creaked as her legs, which were hooked over the armrests, squeezed hard in an attempt to clamp her thighs together as the orgasm racked her body. Her fingers continued to circle her clitoris, milking her cunt of every last contraction before she slumped back and sighed. "How was that?"

Eliza silently clapped her hands. "That was the best one yet. You managed not to hide your cunt with your hands through the whole thing, and the faces you made were quite attractive too. And you made an impressive outflow of juices."

Phoebe wrinkled her nose. "That's the hardest part to get used to. I really want to wipe it away when it starts to trickle out. It just seems so … unseemly to dribble all over the place."

"Nonsense girl. A proper flow of juice shows you're giving it your best. Just wait until Chastity has you fill a perfume bottle with your liquor. The thought of another climax will have you screaming in terror after repeatedly coming for most of an afternoon. You won't believe how sore your clitty will be for days afterward."

"You've done that?" Phoebe asked, intrigued.

Eliza nodded. "Oh, yes. We all have, at one time or another. There's a trophy room with the wax sealed bottles with labels on them. I'll show it to you sometime."

Just then, one of the other girls knocked on the door. "Miss Fitzhugh would like Phoebe to attend to her at three o'clock this afternoon."

Phoebe thanked the messenger and smiled at Eliza. "Marvellous. I'm all healed up, and I was beginning to worry that I had failed to please Chastity."

"She's going to go harder on you this time, you know," Eliza said. "You should prepare yourself."

Phoebe nodded. "I've been doing much soul-searching these past days, and I'm certain that this is what I want. I can hardly wait to feel her touch between my thighs."

***

"Phoebe! Do come in. Close the door behind you," Chastity said, putting down her teacup. She smiled in greeting and watched as the woman curtseyed, walked up to her, and lifted her skirts above her waist. "How are you? Did everything heal up nicely?" she asked, although she already knew the answer from the reports that the nurse and other residents have given her. She studied Phoebe's bare legs and cleanly shaved cunt appreciatively. She had removed her stockings before coming, in anticipation of vigorous physical activity and possible blood stains. Chastity reached out to stroke one firm bare thigh.

"I'm doing very well, thank you," Phoebe said. "And very much anticipating today's session."

"Have a seat," Chastity said, and watched the girl settle down in the chair opposite her, her cunny exposed, legs spread wide.

Phoebe blushed, feeling a little foolish, but Chastity's gentle smile reassured her. She was a little surprised that the older woman did not reach over to explore her privates immediately, but she had come to enjoy being on sexual display like this. She liked very much the feeling of vulnerability and shame, and the knowledge that she was tacitly offering her genitals up to be treated as harshly and cruelly a manner as Chastity might desire. In fact, she greatly desired to cooperate and participate in this abuse of her most intimate parts. The very thought of it aroused her beyond words. She had found herself constantly masturbating, just as Chastity had instructed her to. At times, the pain had been intense, even though her cunny had been sore and swollen, but her orgasms had been so strong that she could not stop, and had continued her self-abuse with great enthusiasm.

Chastity was pleased to see the signs of arousal in the girl. "Spread yourself please."

"My pleasure," Phoebe said. After her experiences at the Conservatory, she had been practising how best to expose and display every part of a woman's genitals. She shifted her bottom to the edge of the seat, leaned back, and rocked her hips forward. Even since her violent deflowering, she had been merciless with her vagina, and now she pushed four fingers into her hole, and pulled hard, while at the same time peeling back the hood of her clitoris to bare that little bud at the same time. The grip of her fingers would slip on the wetness of her vagina, but the action worked to draw her vaginal portal open in a way that simply tugging on her labia would never do. "I've been practising. Can you see everything?"

"Very nice," Chastity said, smiling at the girl's obvious sincerity. "I love how delicate and sensitive a woman's inner parts look when put on display like that. It's all so very tempting."

"Please, Chastity, I beg you, torment my cunny as much as you desire. I am keen to learn to endure your punishments."

"I'm pleased that the idea of having your cunny tortured clearly excites you," Chastity said.

"It amazes me too," Phoebe replied. "At the beginning, I imagined that I would simply endure punishment as gracefully as possible, but increasingly I find that I truly desire to have my cunny treated in the most shocking ways possible. I try to frighten myself by imagining awful tortures, but all it accomplishes is to make me terribly wet. Simply showing my cunny to you like this thrills me unspeakably."

"Now that you are familiar with my ways, we won't use the stirrups any more. I shall expect you to keep your legs properly spread, no matter what I do to your cunny," Chastity said.

"I shall do my best."

"If you close your legs, any punishment will simply be repeated. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Chastity. I promise, I shan't close my legs no matter what. Amuse yourself with my cunny however you please."

Chastity fetched the spreader straps and applied them to Phoebe's thighs and labia. "There shall be times I will want you to hold yourself open with your fingers, but the straps provide me with more working room." She attached the final clip and patted the girl's splayed cunt. "There. Nice and open. So beautifully obscene. I love making women act in the very opposite of their nature to shield and protect their cunts."

Phoebe nodded. "Even though I strongly desire to offer my cunny to you, I can't help but feel shame and fear."

Chastity fetched a multiple tailed flogger from a cabinet, and stood looking down at the stretched out cunt. "Let's warm you up a little." She began to flog the cunny lightly, taking care not to strike the anus or the thighs. Phoebe moaned and squirmed, her head rolling from side to side.

"How is that?"

"It hurts. I mean, it's not terrible, but my cunny is so very sensitive that every little impact stings."

Chastity struck harder with the flogger, making the lashes snap against the cunt.

"Ahhh! That hurts," Phoebe cried, her cunny throbbing with pain.

Chastity established a rhythm, striking the cunt hard, then easing off, and then repeating it, until Phoebe's entire cunny was streaked with red whip marks, and the girl was gasping and moaning. "There, that should do as a warm-up. The vision of lashes striking a cunt is always delightful. Even more delightful is the way you strain to keep your legs open for me."

"I'm glad I please you," Phoebe said. "I confess, it is the urge to flinch that is hardest to resist. The striking of my sexual parts is actually rather invigorating, although it is hard not to jump when the lash catches my clitty."

"You know I intend to be quite unkind to your cunny today," Chastity said, as she traced Phoebe's vaginal opening with a fingertip.

Phoebe licked her lips and nodded. "I'd guessed as much. I'll do my best to accommodate you," she said. "I'm afraid I might scream a bit though."

Chastity patted her cunt. "Only to be expected, my dear." She put away the flogger and selected a modified carriage whip. It comprised of a sturdy handle, a flexible wooden shaft, a leather lash, and finally a knotted string tip or cracker. "I'll only strike with the string, so it won't beat your cunt like a whip or cane, but the string is waxed and knotted, and might cut. Put your hands behind your knees and draw them up towards your shoulders." She watched as Phoebe obeyed. The movement caused the straps to spread the opening of the girl's vagina even wider, presenting more of the soft and delicate inner tissue to the whip. Chastity flicked the whip, and the cracker made a vicious humming sound as it cut through the air.

Phoebe's thighs twitched when she heard the hum of the whip, and she tightened her grip on the backs of her knees. This was the first time Chastity was going to seriously hurt her cunt, and she was determined to make a good showing. "My cunny is ready to be hurt," she said. The cracker flicked against her cunny and she almost screamed, but then realised that it had barely touched her. Chastity was taking aim.

"Don't forget to breathe," Chastity said. She flicked the whip and the cracker hummed as it struck with a vicious snap.

Phoebe did scream this time. It felt as if her cunt had been slashed with a knife, and she could feel a fiery line etched across her tautly stretched inner labia. The thin, knotted lash struck again, landing on the other side of her vaginal opening, and another scream was forced from her throat. The pain was intense, worse than anything she had ever experienced in her life, but as bad as it was, she found it easy to keep her cunny presented to the whip, and her thighs spread wide. Even the clips felt strangely comforting. She knew they would keep her cunt open to the lash even if her nerve momentarily failed her, and she could concentrate upon suffering the most obscene and intimate torment imaginable.

Chastity concentrated on the cunny, making a mental note to reward Phoebe for her bravery later. She watched the girl's cunt carefully, keeping the lashes moderately light, and avoiding the clitoris. She waited until the cunt began to bleed, and then struck harder, the knots making a nasty sound as they thumped against the cunny.

"Oh God!" Phoebe cried when the knotted tip landed right inside her cunt hole, ripping at that incredibly sensitive flesh. "Yes! Hurt my hole. Cut it, make it bleed." As if in response, the lash struck her cunt hole again, the hard, merciless cord biting hard into her moist flesh and drawing tiny beads of crimson. Her legs trembled and tears made her vision blur as unbearable agony filled her cunt. She could not hold back her screams any more, and her cunny throbbed violently as it was beaten bloody.

Chastity paused to watch the girl's reaction. Her body glistened with a sheen of sweat, and tiny tremors shook her muscles as she fought to absorb the intense and unfamiliar pain. But she was obviously handling the punishment of her cunt well. Chastity studied the pattern of fine red lines that decorated Phoebe's inner labia and even her cunt hole. To her, it was beautiful. Causing pain to the cunts of other women was almost an art form to Chastity, an intensely erotic one. Carpenter was going to have her work cut out for her later on. "You took that very well. It appears you have a natural aptitude for having your cunt tortured. You can put your legs down and take a bit of a rest."

Phoebe tensed when Chastity touched her cunt, but then sighed when two fingers sank into her vagina. Even though her vulva burned as if it had been pressed against a red-hot grill, it still felt amazingly good to have her vagina explored by those knowing digits. Although Chastity was being gentle, Phoebe couldn't help anticipating some kind of sudden attack against her tender insides, but instead the fingers continued their slow and knowledgable caressing of her vagina, and she couldn't help but relax and enjoy it. "You're going to hurt me there, aren't you," Phoebe said, her words a statement rather than a question.

Chastity laughed. "Of course I am, silly. You have a pretty hole, and it feels really nice. Any man would be delighted to fuck it. But it's the core of your womanhood, and we're here to be as mean to your genitals as possible. Isn't that right?"

Phoebe gathered her courage and smiled. "Yes. That was our agreement. In a way, I'm surprised at how restrained you've been with my cunny. I half expected you to produce the knives and branding irons the moment I got naked. But I agree that if I was to torture a woman, I would absolutely be awful to her vagina. If it were possible, I'd go even further and try to hurt and damage her cervix and womb." She thought for a moment and added, "And there's my clitty, of course. Since it's so small and delicate, I'd save it for last. Ruining a girl's clitty would be the perfect climax, I think."

"Clitoris, vagina, cervix, and womb. The idea does have a certain cruel symmetry," Chastity said. She withdrew her fingers from the girl's vagina and examined the residue left on them. "It's a lovely shade of pink, and it's just as well that it's soaking wet, because it will be getting very roughly handled. I think I'll reserve your womb for another day, but we'll certainly give your clitty some attention before we're done." She tapped her chin, and then grinned. "Let's take those straps off first," she said. When she had unclipped Phoebe's cunt, she helped the girl up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You've been doing really well. This next game will be quite hard, so be warned." She moistened a hand towel in a silver bucket of lavender scented water, and gently wiped Phoebe's face and body down, paying particular attention to her breasts and nipples, so much so that Phoebe began to breathe heavily again. "You have sensitive nipples," she said.

The teasing and rubbing of the cloth against her nipples made hot tingles shoot through Phoebe's body, making her toes and cunny clench. "I had not realised just how sensitive until now," she said, breathlessly. "I suspect I might even climax if you keep doing that."

"That's good to know. Perhaps you may be able to experience some pleasure that way at times when your clitoris is hurting too badly to be caressed," Chastity said.

The idea of her clitty being so badly mauled made Phoebe tremble, but not totally out of fear. Although she would probably scream like a Banshee, she found the thought of her clitty being seriously tortured shockingly arousing. She had already exposed her cunny to the whip, and the thought of specifically exposing her clitty for similar treatment made her heart race. "What are you going to do to my vagina, Chastity?"

"I have this new toy that I'd like to try on you. It's a bit more extreme than usual, and I've been saving it for the right person," Chastity said, waving at a sturdy looking cabinet by the wall.

"Is it full of knives?" Phoebe asked breathlessly.

Chastity laughed. "I'm not going to cut your cunny up. Not at this moment at least." She wheeled the cabinet forward and lifted its lid, which locked in place vertically. All the sides hinged down to form a base and exposed a mechanism of some kind. Chastity reached in and from a shelf, lifted out what looked like some kind of brush. It had a sturdy wooden stem and handle, about the thickness of a thumb. From this projected black or very dark brown bristles, going all the way around the shaft, and out to one end. They had been trimmed and shaped to create the rough outline of a penis. The other end was reinforced with bands of brass from which protruded stubby lugs. Chastity brushed a finger over the bristles. "These are made of Bassine fibre, extracted from a palm tree. The same bristles as are used in scrubbing brushes."

Its purpose was obvious, and Phoebe said, "I presume it isn't the floor that is going to be scrubbed," she said lightly. Her vagina clenched at the thought. "But what's all that gubbins?" she asked, pointing at the mechanism.

"Observe," Chastity said, and held the brush upright, the bristled part pointing towards the ceiling. Bringing it over the exploded cabinet, she inserted the brass covered end into a hole in the top. The brush sank into the hole and locked in place with a smooth, greased click. Now the bristles protruded from the top of the cabinet. She reached into the side of the mechanism and turned a crank. The bristly shaft rose and fell as she turned the crank in either direction. Then she gripped a square cornered "C" handle which was directly below the brush, which resembled the handle of a hand-drill. By rotating the handle, she made the brush spin on its axis. "It's connected by a series of gears, so that the same motion of my hand can make the brush spin faster or slower, controlled by this little lever here. This other lever does this —" She flipped another small lever, and the brush began to move up and down in addition to spinning.

Phoebe swallowed, and then pointed at the top of the cabinet. "So I get up there?"

"Yes. You squat astride it. And these —" she caused two brass railings to lift from the surface, "— support your hands so you don't topple off the thing. The lid will support your back if required."

Phoebe reached out and touched the bristles. They were alarmingly stiff, although not rigid like metal spines. They wouldn't simply cut or tear as would metal, but nevertheless could do terrible damage if Chastity employed much force when cranking the handle. "I don't see any straps or cuffs. I'm to remain impaled on the thing of my own will?"

Chastity nodded. "That's right. I could bind you, but then you wouldn't be able to move, and I would feel obliged to be more … vigorous."

Phoebe echoed the nod. "If I ride the brush, it might do less damage, but I'd have to voluntarily stay on it." After a moment, she smiled. "You won't need to tie me. I'll ride the brush for you."

Chastity applied some grease to the bristles, wiped her hands, and then reached out to touch Phoebe's nipple and clitoris, caressing her with surprising gentleness. She suckled on the other nipple as she worked, skilfully stimulating the girl until she was flushed and moaning. When she dipped a finger into her vagina, she found it hot and wet. "Well my dear, are you ready to be fucked?"

With the aid of a low stool, Phoebe climbed up onto the torture device, and squatted astride the penis-shaped brush. It was barely high enough to touch her crotch. "What should I do now?"

"I'm going to slowly raise the brush. Your job is to take it inside your cunny. It's going to be tight and very painful, which is why we're doing it this way. I'll raise the brush as you manage to push yourself down onto it. When it's all the way in, you just have to hold still while I have the pleasure of scraping your vagina raw."

Phoebe swallowed nervously. "Very well. I'm ready to begin."

"Start working the tip into your hole. Just try to get it firmly seated in your cunt," Chastity said, giving Phoebe's thigh an encouraging pat.

The head of the brush was blunt and a little rounded, but still firm. Phoebe rubbed it against her cunny lips and up and down the entrance to her vagina. Already, it felt too big, but she didn't dare stop. She could not back out. She had agreed to suffer her cunny being punished. With her other hand, she reached down to her cunny and pulled her lips apart, exposing the pink interior. "I'm going to put it inside my hole," she said, and began to press the tip into her opening.

Chastity excitedly watched the girl's actions. The cunny was very pretty and fresh, and even now her vaginal fluids were beginning to lubricate the bristles. As the girl applied more and more pressure, the cunny's resistance was gradually overcome, and the brush-tip entered her. "Yes! That's good. It's starting to go in."

Phoebe pressed down, gasping as the stiff bristles invaded her cunny. The brush was so thick, and her cunny was so very small. The hard, almost needle-like bristles stabbed painfully at her intimate flesh, and she moaned as her vaginal orifice was both stretched and scratched. She wanted to cry out and pull away, but she couldn't stop now. She had to submit to the cunny torture and take the brush. Her hips pushed down harder. "It's very tight," she gasped, "But it's going in." It felt like a thousand needles were being jammed into her cunt hole, and the pain made beads of sweat pop out on her brow.

Chastity slowly turned the crank, extending the shaft by about an inch. Only the head of the brush had gone inside Phoebe's hole. She leaned close to watch the merciless bristled dildo slowly, agonisingly work its way into the girl's untouched vagina. The idea of the girl deliberately harming her cunt in this manner for Chastity's entertainment made her own cunt blaze with erotic heat. "It's almost in. Keep going. That's it, hurt your cunt for me. Lovely."

The brush was far larger than Chastity's fingers, and it felt as if her hole might tear as Phoebe slowly wriggled and twisted her hips, working the brush head against her supremely sensitive orifice. As it was, it felt as if it was being both stabbed and torn by the black bristles, and she knew that the torment had hardly begun. Breathing heavily, she continued to grind her cunt against the brush, determined to get it into her hole. She told herself that this what she was truly here for, and Chastity's fascinated gaze drove her to impale herself on the spiny horror. Finally, with a shout of pain, she felt the tip pop through the tight ring of her opening. "There! It's in. Oh god, it hurts."

Chastity caressed Phoebe's breasts and nipples, crooning encouragingly. "That's a good girl. Now catch your breath, and then we'll start working it inside of you, so I can really hurt all of your vagina."

Phoebe tried to calm herself, and to accept the prickly intruder that jabbed and scraped at the most sensitive part of her sexual passage. Despite her best efforts, her inner muscles tried their best to eject the agonising intruder, but only succeeded in driving the hard bristles deeper into her flesh. She chuckled. "I'd never imagined I would be so calmly discussing the deliberate harm and torture of my genitals."

"I think that I'm particularly excited about playing with you because I normally try my best not to harm the genitals of my ladies. Not much, at any rate. But with you, I can actually consider doing real damage to your private sexual parts. I'm a terrible person, I'm afraid," Chastity said. As she spoke, she lightly traced the extremely stretched edges of Phoebe's opening.

Phoebe shook her head. "I came here and made my bargain completely of my own choice. You might even say I played the temptress. What surprises me is that I'm not seriously regretting my decisions. I may scream and cry, but I think I'm finding the punishment of my female parts almost as fascinating as you do. Don't ask my why."

Chastity said, "I'm going to start raising the brush now. Try to work it into your hole each time I raise it up. There's no rush, just do your best to work it inside." With that, she pumped the lever, and the brush rose another inch.

Phoebe pressed her cunny down, gritting her teeth as the bristles tore her sensitive vaginal tissue. The prickly pain made her legs shake, but she took another inch into her.

"That's it, very nice. Keep working it in." With that, Chastity raised the brush again. "Oh, that's so very pretty," she said as Phoebe trembled, and her face twisted in pain. She worked the lever again, and then again, until at last all the bristles were buried inside Phoebe's vagina. "Well done!"

Panting, Phoebe gripped the railings for support as stabbing pain filled her vagina like the bites of a swarm of fire ants. Her cunny was aflame with agony. She could feel the brush bristles pressing against the soft tissue, threatening to tear through the thin membranes. Her stomach muscles jumped and clenched, but she knew she had to remain in place, her cunny impaled on the brush. "I'm sorry about the noise, but it really hurts," she said in between agonised moans.

Chastity could feel the girl's body quivering under her touch. The knowledge that she was hurting Phoebe's cunt like this made her clit tingle and heat fill her loins. She couldn't explain her response to the girl's pain, and though she felt no ill will towards her or any of the other female residents, the torture of their bodies, especially their genitals, excited her beyond all words. Helene had taught her not to question her own nature, and she did her best to atone for her desires by taking care of the women to the best of her ability. Presently, she was going to savour this girl's sexual pain as she would the finest wine. "It's about to get worse. Brace yourself." When Phoebe nodded, she gripped the crank handle and slowly began to turn.

Phoebe felt the brush begin to spin on its axis, and her eyes widened as the bristles raked the lining of her vagina like miniature claws. Sheer pain exploded in her cunt and she screamed. Her knuckles turned white as her hands formed a death grip on the railings. The muscles of her shoulders rippled as she resisted the dire urge to spring up and away from the horrible device tearing at her precious cunny.

The agony was atrocious. She felt light-headed, and feared that she might swoon. But through it all, she told herself that she would not surrender to her weakness. She had given her word that Chastity would be allowed to abuse her cunny in whatever manner she desired, and that she would willingly and compliantly offer up her genitals to that torment, even if it seemed that her sexual parts would be injured or damaged.

Even as she determinedly remained squatting on the slowly rotating brush that tore at her vagina, a feeling of exhilaration began to fill her, somehow running in parallel to the shrieking agony. She was holding her cunny in place, she was accepting whatever damage the horrible bristles were doing to her genitals, and she was offering her screaming agony to Chastity like some ancient blood sacrifice.

Suddenly, she knew that she could, and would, endure whatever torment of her cunny the future held in store, and she would do it with grace and sensuality. She understood that this was a sexual act, and not a punishment. She was participating in an act of sex with the beautiful woman who was gleefully destroying her cunt. Through the tears, she saw the intense arousal on Chastity's face and in every line of her body. Her sexual torture was stimulating Chastity like nothing else could. It was a powerful, and even beautiful, concept. "You're torturing my cunny," she gasped.

"I am," Chastity said. "I'm so proud of you. You're being such a brave and wonderful girl, and it's making me so excited." She leaned in close and kissed Phoebe on the lips, her tongue gently pushing past the girl's teeth. As they kissed, she slowly turned the crank, raking her vagina with the unyielding bristles, cutting the delicate skin and drawing drops of crimson blood.

Phoebe moaned and screamed into Chastity's mouth as the bristles slashed into her cunny. Pain shot up through her belly and down her thighs. It was a terrible agony, but the knowledge that she was enduring it to please her lover was also thrilling. She could feel the heat of Chastity's breath, and the softness of her lips. The kiss and contact with Chastity's body renewed the erotic currents in Phoebe's loins, blending like rich cream stirred into bitter coffee. The brush twisted, and she screamed again, even as she rubbed her nipples against the fabric of Chastity's dress. Somehow it felt right that such agony should be inflicted upon her cunt in service of Chastity's entertainment and pleasure. "Yes, hurt my cunt. Use it however you please."

With a final kiss, Chastity pulled back and looked down at Phoebe's cunt and the handle of the brush. A fine trickle of blood rand down the polished wood, and the sight made her cunt clench in excitement, proof of the damage she was doing to the girl's vagina. "I'm going to continue working the brush inside of you. I want you to play with your clitty, and I'll stop if you can come for me. If you fail, then I'll keep going until you swoon."

Phoebe nodded her acceptance. She felt hot and flushed, and her cunny was an inferno of pain. The brush was scraping her raw, and her inner tissues had already been stretched and cut by the vicious bristles. Her hand, still shaking, reached down and found the pearl of her clitoris, and she began to rub the hard button. At first, she didn't feel anything, and she despaired, not so much that she would be tortured until she swooned, but that she had failed to perform as Chastity desired. She understood that her sexuality was as much subject to Chastity's command as was her suffering. She moaned as the brush made another rotation inside her vagina, and she felt it tear her intimate flesh, but this time she let the burst of agony wash over her like a crashing wave of hot water. Instead of drowning in it, she somehow floated to the top.

She imagined that the brush was the fiery prick of a demon lover, and she clasped it with her vagina. Being fucked by a demon should hurt, and should make her scream. Her fingertips stroked her clitoris, rubbing much more forcefully than would ordinarily be comfortable. She was searching for erotic pleasure within a world of agony, so naturally she couldn't be gentle. She rubbed hard, bruising and scraping her clitty, working it so hard that the erotic sensations rose to the top, even as the brush slowly turned again. This time, the orgasm came, and her cunny fluttered as she gasped and trembled.

"Yes! Good girl. Come for me. That's it. Keep coming, and I'll stop turning the brush," Chastity said, watching with delight as the girl's hips bucked, and her face contorted with pleasure and pain.

Phoebe's climax was so powerful that she cried out, and her entire body shook, grating her vagina against the merciless brush as she spasmed again and again. She screamed when Chastity lowered the brush, dragging the bristles out of her shredded vagina, coated with a mixture of orgasmic juices and blood. Even though she was convinced that her cunny would never be the same again, and she was proud of the thought. She had done this. She had offered her cunny to the brush. Her legs trembled, and she felt she might collapse, but then Chastity was at her side, holding her up.

"Such a lovely and courageous girl," Chastity murmured. "Don't worry about your cunny. The Institute's doctor is excellent with cuts and abrasions, even in vaginas. He'll look after you."

Phoebe smiled. "I'm sure he will. But I can bear it a little longer. It seems a pity to tear up my hole like this, and not get the full benefit of it. I've heard about your maid Carpenter, and how she serves you. Perhaps you might summon her to take care of your needs, while you explore the state of my vagina with your fingers. I'm certain that you'll be able to cause an interesting degree of pain simply by feeling around in there. I promise I'll stay really still so you can reach every cut and scrape in my vagina."

Chastity patted Phoebe's cunt and smiled. "That's a splendid idea. I'd like to see what the brush has done to your insides. And to hurt your cunny just a bit more, of course," she said, and pulled the bell rope to summon Carpenter.

"Of course," Phoebe said. Her cunt was on fire, but she was certain she had a few more good screams in her.

The End.