VISITING PAIN 2

VISITING PAIN 2

Chapter One

Elizabeth stood under the shower, enjoying the flow of warm water over her skin and the scent of the body shampoo. Her fingers explored her pussy, tracing every nook and cranny in a pattern she had developed in order to ensure that there were no unhealed wounds or bruises. Everything felt good, and she smiled. Her phone buzzed just as she stepped out of the bathroom, and she tossed her towel aside as she answered. It was Ms Kroll from the agency. Her smile widened.

As always, Kroll was brisk and to the point. "Based on feedback, you've done well with the more inexperienced and experimental clients. How would you like another one? A middle-aged man, newly divorced, no actual S&M experience, but very interested. He's a friend of management."

Elizabeth didn't hesitate. "Sure. He sounds interesting, and I was just thinking of more work."

"Excellent," Ms Kroll said. "His name is Harry. Come to the agency. I'll be waiting to introduce you."

Elizabeth hurried to get made-up and dressed. She preferred the agency facilities over a hotel or private property. Safety and privacy were guaranteed, and any equipment, including special furniture, were available, as well as an in-house medic with experience with BDSM for emergencies.

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"Harry, this is Elizabeth, the girl I told you about. Does she look all right? Be honest. We want you to be happy. Height, hair, looks, smell, anything at all. She won't be offended if she isn't right for you."

Harry pushed his glasses up on his nose and nodded. "She's fine. In fact, she's lovely. More than I'd expected. You know you see sex workers on TV, and …" He trailed off, embarrassed.

"And they look rough," Elizabeth said with a chuckle. "Yeah, the girls on screen always look like strung-out addicts, or supermodels, depending on the plot."

"If she meets with your approval, I'll leave you two to get acquainted. Take all the time you need, and call reception if you need anything or have a problem. Take care of him, Elizabeth."

"I will," Elizabeth said, giving the man a smile. He was pleasant looking, fit but not ripped, like a businessman who was on the golf course a lot. When the door closed behind Ms Kroll, she held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Elizabeth," she said, giving him a reason to touch her.

"Hi. I'm Harry. Very pleased to meet you." His smile was wide and genuine. He looked away from her gaze as if embarrassed, and said, "Ms Kroll said that you —" He waved his hand around to encompass their surroundings, "— this agency provided certain, services. Are you aware of the things she,, uh …"

Elizabeth nodded gravely, careful not to look as if she were laughing at him. She glanced down and patted her skirt over her crotch. "I am. Not to worry, I promise you won't be disappointed."

"I'm sorry, it's just hard to believe that a nice young lady like you would …" He trailed off, unable to find the words.

"Let strangers torture her pussy?" she said, letting him see her smile this time.

Looking embarrassed, he nodded.

Elizabeth could tell that the conversation was starting to arouse him. "Well, I'm here of my own free will. I'm not a drug addict. I don't owe a mafia boss a lot of money. And I'm not being blackmailed." She saw that her words had hit home, and she patted him on the shoulder. "It's good of you to be concerned about such things. But everything's fine. Just relax and enjoy yourself. OK?"

He seemed to relax, and nodded. "I've read up a bit on BDSM. I was told you need a safe word."

She moved closer to him, and looked into his eyes. "You've been shown our terms, and the limits of our services have been explained to you, as well as the penalties for breaching them." He nodded. "Within those limits, you're free to do whatever you wish. There is no safe word." Her fingertips lightly brushed his chest. "You're here to indulge your fantasies. Tell me what you'd like to do to my genitals, and I'll help you do it."

Harry quivered and took a deep breath. "I've been interested in … pussy torture for a very long time. But then I met my Julie, got married, had kids. She was never very sexual, and would have been horrified if I even suggested spanking her. For years before our divorce, there'd been no sex at all. Now that I'm free, I don't just want to sleep with escorts, or even find a new girlfriend." His shoulders straightened. "I want those things that I've only been able to fantasise about for all these years. Then I discovered the Agency."

"And me," Elizabeth said, gently kissing him on the cheek. "So tell me. What's your preference? Stark naked, lingerie, or just knickerless? Or any combination thereof."

His eyes twinkled, and he ran his fingers through his hair as he considered the options. "How about just take off your knickers. For now, anyway."

"Sounds good," she said. "Would you like to do the honours?"

This made him grin. "Indeed I would."

Elizabeth bent, gripped the hem of her skirt, and lifted it up, slowly baring her long legs, and then revealing her white silk panties.

For a long moment Harry just stared, then shook himself. "I'm sorry. That was rude."

Elizabeth raised her skirt even higher and suggestively shifted her feet fractionally further apart. "Not at all. Put me in a position and stare all you want. Don't worry about my modesty, dignity, or comfort." Saying this actually stimulated her, and she hoped she didn't wet her panties too obviously, as she wasn't sure whether he would like that. "You're allowed to touch me, you know," she said.

For a second, Harry looked surprised. His wife had reacted very badly to being stroked or caressed, even when they were still having sex. Thinking back, he was amazed that they had managed to produce any children at all. Then a smile spread across his face. "Yes, I can, can't I." He went down on one knee, as if to propose and, very slowly, reached out to touch the outside of her thigh. He stared intently at her pale skin, as if afraid the vision would disappear at any moment, as he stroked his fingertips down, and then back up the length of her leg. It was so beautiful that he almost wanted to cry. He looked up at her face, unconsciously expecting to see disapproval, and his heart bounced when he saw her smile and nod. Grinning, he repeated the digital exploration on her other leg. Then, heart pounding, he reached out and touched her silk-clad pubic mound. There was the scent of expensive perfume, and the unmistakable smell of woman.

"I'm shaven. I hope that's all right with you. Most clients prefer it," Elizabeth said, and moved her feet an inch wider apart as his fingers continued to stroke the taut fabric of her underwear.

"Oh yes, that's fine," Harry said absently, his attention focused on what was hidden beneath the tiny white garment.

"It's all right if you want to look at me," she said. "I'll show it to you for as long as you desire. Would you like me to spread it open for you? Wide open, so that you can see everything."

Without a word, his fingers slipped under the waistband, slid around to her hips, and pulled. The tiny garment peeled smoothly over her buttocks, down her thighs, and to her ankles. When she gracefully stepped out of them, he tossed them aside without any show of appreciation or holding them to his nose to sniff.

"There's a small stool over there," Elizabeth said, and pointed. "Unless you'd like me to sit or lie down."

Harry pulled the stool over and sat down. "No, I think I'd like you standing for the moment, if you don't mind."

"Of course not. Legs wider?" She shuffled her feet apart when he nodded. Then she made a spreading motion with her fingers over the outer lips of her cunt. Again he smiled and nodded eagerly, so she pushed her hips forward, and with practised motions, parted her outer labia, using fingers and thumbs to fully expose her vulva to him. Everything, from her clitoris to her vaginal orifice,, was in open display. "Is that good?"

"That's lovely," Harry said, breathless with delight. Unmoving, he just stared, as if memorising her shape and form. He decided she had a very nice cunt, although he couldn't exactly specify why. He just knew it when he saw it. His gaze focused on her clitoris, which was quite large. Not huge in an abnormal way, but big enough to easily work with. At that point, certain darker thoughts flashed through his mind, and he felt a surge of guilt. Unable to resist, he said, "You have a really nice clitoris."

"Thanks," Elizabeth said, guessing his train of thought. "And?"

"I suppose it's very sensitive."

Elizabeth smiled. "Yes it is. Extremely sensitive. And yes, you're allowed to hurt it. As much as you like."

For a moment, Harry felt like he had been caught doing something dirty as a child. And he worried he was blushing. Then an almost painful stiffness in his crotch made him bold. "You'd really let me hurt your clitoris?" he asked, awe in his tone.

"The clitoris is a favourite target of many people, especially the ladies, who know the effect of what they are doing," Elizabeth said, her tone light and matter of fact. "And yes, I really would." Her thumbs pressed, making her clitoris move slightly.

With one hand on her thigh, he reached out a finger. "May I?" He held his breath when she nodded, then reverently but firmly, he brushed his fingertip over her clit.

Elizabeth inhaled sharply, and the muscles of her thighs visibly tensed, but her hips remained pushed forward, and her thumbs didn't waver.

He smiled in delight, his senses drinking in the tiny, subtle reactions of her body. The realisation that she would really let him play with her clitoris however he desired, hit him like a splash of warm water to the face. "Can you stay still if I'm a little rough with it?"

"I think so. Warn me if you're going to pinch or twist it hard, if you want me to keep really still."

Her calm, pleasant tone amazed Harry, and made him feel empowered in a way he hadn't felt in ages. He was in control of her body. One of his hands curled around her hip and lightly gripped her buttock, and then he brought his finger to her clitoris again. With a brisk motion, he flicked it hard, and chuckled when he felt Elizabeth jerk in response. With growing excitement, he continued to flick and brush her clitoris, utterly fascinated by his ability and freedom to play with that intensely sensitive part of her body, and how she remained determinedly still despite her obvious discomfort.

The continued ungentle rubbing of her clitoris grew more and more uncomfortable, and yet the sensations it produced were also undeniably erotic, and she struggled to breathe calmly as her knees threatened to buckle under her. Her obligation to allow this mistreatment of her clit stimulated her even more than the physical manipulation of it. Her body grew warm and flushed, and she could feel her wetness grow, as her inner labia swelled and pulsed. This was what kept her returning to the Agency, even more than the money. The need to submit her genitals to abuse and punishment was overwhelming, even though she feared the pain as much as any other person. The forceful flicking continued, and her clit became increasingly sore. Each flick was actually painful, but she was also getting close to an orgasm. Her voice slightly hoarse, Elizabeth said, "I'm going to come if you keep doing that. Tell me if you don't want me to."

Harry was delighted. "Really? You can come from this?" he said, and flicked her clit again, even more vigorously.

Elizabeth jumped and gasped, then nodded stiffly. "Yes. It's getting really close now."

"Go ahead. I haven't seen a woman come in ages." He leaned closer and increased the frequency of his flicking.

Her toes curled tight, and she couldn't prevent her hips from making tiny writhing movements. "Oh fuck … I'm … going … to —" Her words turned into strained panting sounds, and her whole body shuddered and jerked. In the past,, she wouldn't have been able to stay still, or even stay standing, as the intense climax rocked her, but she had learned to control herself because many clients wanted it, and she discovered that she enjoyed forcing herself to do it too.

Harry watched open-mouthed and transfixed as she visibly orgasmed, her clit twitching, and the contractions of her vagina visible even from this angle. "Can you stay still if I keep flicking you?"

"Yes," she gasped, and then bit her lip as her agonisingly sensitive clit was flicked and scratched. She uttered harsh moaning sounds that could have been either cries of pain or pleasure, and her head swam from the intensity of the sensations. For a moment she thought she might faint, but she hung on, holding her pose and offering her clitoris to him. She felt proud. She felt beautiful. "Oh yes, play with my clit. Do anything you like to it. I can't stop you. I won't stop you. It's all yours." She knew she was babbling a bit, but it was difficult to be eloquent when someone was vigorously rubbing your freshly orgasmed clitoris. She thought she was doing pretty well just to remain standing and not quivering like a prodded jelly.

Harry stopped rubbing and grinned happily up at her. "That was amazing. I especially like having you standing like this."

Elizabeth managed to calm her breathing enough to talk, and smiled back. "Thank you. I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself."

His grin widened. "Do you think you could do it, stand still like this I mean, if I was more — intense with your clitoris?"

Her smile was sincere, even though chill prickles of fear visited her pussy and ran up her spine. "I'll certainly try my best. I might flinch, or roll around on the floor, depending on how bad it gets, but I'll always return to position provided you give me a little time, regardless of what you do to it," she said, her tone firm and definite.

He leaned close again to study her slightly reddened and swollen clitoris. "I admit I would really like to hurt it. The thought that you would simply allow me to do something like that just blows my mind. My former wife used to complain when I even got close to hers."

She tugged harder on her clitoral hood to show she wasn't trying to hide or shrink from his attention. "That's why I'm here. But …"

"But?" Harry said, feeling a rush of disappointment, anticipating some kind of disclaimer and weasel words.

Elizabeth chuckled softly. "But, I've got more than a clitoris. Perhaps you'd like to explore a bit more before getting down to serious games."

Harry's eyes went back to her spread vulva, and the smile returned to his lips. "I understand. What do you suggest?"

Elizabeth looked around and nodded towards the large sofa, the kind that was almost the size of a small bed, but with a backrest. "How about there? I'll need to be on my back if you really want a good look and proper access."

"Access?" Harry said puzzled.

"When I say you can play with my genitals, I mean every part of them," she said, as she helped him stand up, and led him to the sofa. She saw he still looked confused. "Tell me. What are my genitals?"

"Um, your vulva, the outside bit, and your vagina?" He frowned when she made a "more" gesture. "Your cervix?"

She pointed at him and nodded. "And?"

He tilted his head. Then his eyes widened. "Your uterus?"

Elizabeth smiled. "Got it." She sat down on the sofa, carefully lifting her skirt up around her waist first. "I'm not saying you have to make use of any or all of it, but you should keep the possibilities in mind."

"Really? I thought using the term genitals in the paperwork was just legalese," Harry said.

She shook her head slowly. "Just think. If you really want to sexually torture a woman, wouldn't you want to get at all her most intimate parts?" Then she swayed her knees very slightly open and shut, and grinned when it immediately drew his attention. She handed him a firm cushion. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable," she said, spreading her thighs wide and pointing to the spot in front of her crotch. Then with a couple of cushions behind her back and head, she lowered herself down and raised her knees up and back towards her shoulders, spreading her legs wide. She brushed her skirts to fall neatly around her, and then looked directly into Harry's eyes as she reached down between her thighs and delicately spread her cunt lips apart, making it blossom open to reveal the inner pinkness.

Again, Harry was utterly fascinated at this obscene display of the woman's most intimate parts, and in particular he couldn't help staring at the clearly revealed circle of her vaginal opening. Of course he had seen a pussy before, but never in such a way as to make the vaginal orifice so completely open and exposed. He felt a flash of guilt when the first thought that came to his mind was how easy it would be to shove something harsh, angular, spiky, deep into that glistening pink hole. "That's beautiful," he said, reverently.

"Why thank you, kind sir," Elizabeth said. "And it's all yours to play with any way you like."

Harry gingerly touched her urethra. "This too?"

"Of course. Being so small, it's kind of fiddly, but I've got some interesting things you can stick in there that should really hurt," Elizabeth said.

"How do I get at your cervix and womb?" Harry asked, studying her vagina curiously.

"There are all sorts of speculums that can spread the hole wide. Don't worry, I'll help you do it if you like," she replied.

"I've never thought about torturing a woman's cervix. It sounds interesting." He looked at her opening again. "Right now though, I'd like to try hurting your vagina." He said it slowly, as if tasting the words. He looked at her face to see her reaction.

"The idea is … special, isn't it. Telling a woman that you wish to torture her vagina, and knowing that she's going to say yes." Elizabeth chuckled. "It's shocking how many people find it so very arousing." She nodded towards a polished wooden tool box, with a metal handle on the lid and polished brass latches. There's things you can use in there."

Harry grabbed for the box, and grunted at the weight. Things rattled and thumped as he set it down on the floor beside him. With his eyes still locked on her exposed, stretched cunt, his fingers found the latches and flipped them open with stiff metallic clacks. He inhaled sharply when he lifted the lid and saw the contents. There were everything from tickling feathers, to scalpels inside, all neatly arranged and sterile packed. Fingers trembling with excitement, he rummaged through the collection of items, and finally selected a slim blue and white bottle-washer brush, and a much larger, cylindrical hairbrush with short, stiff bristles.

Elizabeth nodded in approval. "Good choice. They are fairly safe and difficult to get wrong, and can cause a range of pain from mild to scream-making."

"That's what I thought too," Harry said, twirling the bottle-washer between thumb and forefinger. "So, how should we do this?"

Elizabeth looked down at herself. "No need to be too fancy with these. Just place the end of the brush in my opening, and push. For a start, use a gradually increasing pressure. Once you know what you're doing, you can jam it in hard for effect." She gestured with her chin. "Go on, give it a try."

Somewhat gingerly, Harry pressed the bristly tip of the bottle-washer to her glistening orifice, took a deep breath, and pushed. He was surprised by the resistance, and had to push a lot harder than he had expected, jamming the bristles into the delicate-looking tissues of her vagina. Although she held herself very still, a number of subtle signs immediately revealed that he was causing her pain, from the change in her breathing, to the tiny tensing of her muscles. For the first time in his life, he was deliberately hurting a woman's genitals. This realisation hit him like a punch, and he grinned foolishly. He felt a rush of guilt and concern. "Are you all right? Am I hurting you?"

Elizabeth chuckled. "Isn't that sort of the point? Don't worry, I'm a long way from screaming, although it feels like being pricked by dozens of pins at the same time. The opening of the vagina is very sensitive. Which makes it a great place to hurt." She looked at the brush. "Twist it a bit as well as pushing. That will help it go in easier, and it will scratch at my vagina more. Ow! Yes, just like that."

Harry was as excited as a child on Christmas day, utterly enthralled by what he was doing. This beautiful woman was allowing him to push this stiff-bristled brush into her vaginal passage, and it was clearly causing her pain. Finally, after decades of dreams and frustration, he was actually doing it. He could see the bristles jabbing and scraping their way into her hole, and he heard her soft, suppressed gasps of pain each time his hand pushed on the handle of the brush. The urge to violently jam the brush deep into her throbbed in his brain, but he also wanted to savour every moment of the act, so he controlled his impulses and gradually worked the brush in, feeling the vibrations of the bristles against the corrugated lining of her vagina through his grip on the handle, while feeling the quivering tension and jerks of her body with his other. When the brush was finally all the way in, he stopped pushing and grinned happily at her. "I really did it," he said.

"You really did," Elizabeth replied, giving him an approving smile, letting him know she wasn't angry or frightened. "But that was just hurt. Now comes the real fun part."

Harry's eyes widened, he raised his eyebrows, then he made a pumping motion with his free hand. When she nodded, he said, "The torture."

"I'll try to stay as still as possible. That brush isn't too bad, so I shouldn't scream, although I'll moan and curse a bit. My cunt might get a little sloppy, so there's some wet-wipes over there if it bothers you." She saw his surprise. "Of course I'm a masochist, or I wouldn't be here. But —"

"Pain is pain," Harry said with a grin.

"You're learning. Now I'm going to grit my teeth. Have fun."

"Thanks. You look really sexy like this, you know."

"Thanks," Elizabeth said, then grunted, "Fuck! That hurts!" when he began pumping the bottle-washer in and out of her vagina. The bristles stung like a million tiny ants as he fucked her hard with the stiff-bristled tool. She was quite wet, so she wasn't worried about being badly scratched or cut by this relatively mild brush, so she settled down to endure the reaming of her vagina in as pretty a manner as possible. The rasping and jabbing of the brush rapidly increased in intensity as Harry fucked her with it, using long, steady strokes that were intended to produce the maximum degree of friction. Although she had a very high tolerance for pain, especially in her cunt, the scraping of the multitude of bristles attacking her vaginal walls undeniably hurt, setting the intensely sensitive nerves of her genitals flashing with pain signals. And yet, she was also quickly getting aroused by what was being done to her cunt, and her hips started to rock in time to the pistoning movements of the brush.

"That's so beautiful," Harry said, his tone reverent as he watched the bottle-washer's bristles glide in and out of the woman's vagina, which she continued to hold spread apart so that he could clearly see it happen. He knew he wasn't hurting her badly, but the sheer immensity of what he was doing and what she was letting him do to her, made him want to jump around in exultation. "Brace yourself, I'm going to go a bit faster." He waited for her to nod, and saw her toes clench. Then he drove the brush rapidly in-and-out half a dozen times.

This hurt a lot more, counter-intuitively causing Elizabeth's vagina to clench tighter around the brush, and her thighs to strain and quiver. "That actually hurt," she said, knowing he would appreciate the feedback. "I think you've actually done some damage to my vagina. Just a little."

Harry stroked the fine skin of the inside of her thigh. "Thanks," he said, meaning it. Her pain felt like a gift to him.

Elizabeth giggled. "You're welcome." Then she gasped when he repeated the rapid sequence of strokes. When he was done, her vagina stung and burned from the intense friction.

"I think I'll change to the hairbrush," he said. Both of them knew he meant he wanted to increase the level of pain.

Elizabeth nodded. "I'm ready."

Harry picked up the hairbrush and studied it. The flat, blunt end, including the bristles, was as large in diameter as any penis, perhaps a bit more. He tested the thick,, stiff bristles with his fingers. "It's not going to be easy getting this thing into you," he said, slightly doubtful. "Will it even fit?"

Elizabeth laughed. "I'm stretchy. That's not to say you won't have to work at it. I may be a bit noisier with this one. That thing will really hurt. Quite a lot."

"Could I tear you?" he asked, clearly worried.

She shook her head. "No, it's not that big. You can just go at it. The stretching isn't going to hurt as much as how you'll have to jam the bristles into me. They're short and pretty stiff, so they'll scratch and prick a lot worse than the bottle-washer, almost like little spines or needles. It will definitely scratch me up. There might even be a little blood. Don't let it worry you. Just enjoy yourself." Her fingers dipped into her opening, gripped, and stretched harder, making her vaginal orifice gape. "There, that should give you room to make a start." The circle of bristles on the brush's tip pressed into her opening, and jabbed the sensitive tissues of her vagina like a whole bunch of needles. It stung, but it was just the beginning, so she watched silently, the strong muscles of her abdomen tensing as the pressure, and pain, increased. Harry had to press the brush sideways to stretch her orifice, which of course stabbed the bristles into her even harder. The pain was absolutely not trivial, and she bit back a groan. It became worse when he twisted the handle of the brush to stretch her hole. A bit more of the brush went in, which meant more bristles, and a lot more pain. Her vagina was gradually being impaled on the internal equivalent of a bed of nails. As the entire end of the brush was completely worked into her vagina, bristles stabbed into her in a complete circle, hurting all of the sensitive opening. She pulled back harder on her knees, both to provide better exposure, and to stretch her vagina and help the brush force its way inside. The fiery pin-pricks worked their way deeper and deeper into her vagina like some insane computer progress bar, except hers was made of fire and pain. She was being stretched, jabbed, and scratched all at the same time. Sweat broke out over her forehead, neck, and chest, making her skin subtly glisten.

He could see that she was truly in pain now, and Harry's heart pounded as arousal and excitement gripped him. The hardness in his crotch strained painfully against his trousers, and his hand went down to adjust himself. The rim of Elizabeth's vagina was stretched quiveringly taut, and he was amazed that her flesh didn't tear under the strain. He watched open-mouthed as row after row of stiff black bristles drove into her body, steadily adding to her suffering. His hand gave the handle a slight twist, which was more difficult than he expected because of how tightly her vagina was gripping the bristles. Her immediate reaction told him that he was definitely hurting her, and he had to fight back a stupid grin. Stroking her thigh, he continued to twist the brush in one direction then the other, all the while forcing it deeper. On impulse, he used his other hand to play with her clitoris, interested to see if she could still respond to sexual stimulation while being tortured. Her low humming moan told him she certainly could, and did. Still rubbing her clit, he tightened his grip and pushed harder on the brush, forcing it into her, no longer caring about her cries of pain or the possibility of causing her injury. If there was any real danger, she would tell him. With that thought, he smiled and gave the brush another hard twist.

Elizabeth cried out for the first time, as spine-like bristles raked across the entire length of her vaginal walls, as well as wrenching it painfully within her belly. When the agony faded sufficiently for her to pay attention to Harry again, she saw how much her pain had excited the man, and smiled at him. "Is it how you imagined? Hurting a woman's genitals, I mean."

Harry tapped the brush handle that protruded from her vagina and grinned. "It's marvellous. Your imagination never captures all the details of reality. The feel, the colours, the sounds —" he sniffed, "— even the scents. It's all so incredibly intense." He turned his head to kiss her thigh just above her knee. "All that and the reality of your pain." His fingers waggled the brush from side to side, making the bristles work against her vagina. "And most importantly, knowing that you're allowing me to do it."

Elizabeth groaned when the brush made a quick, jerky in-and-out movement, which ground the bristles against her vaginal flesh. Then she nodded. "Many of my clients say that. What they enjoy the most is my consent and cooperation in hurting my genitals. That plus the pain, of course."

Harry's knuckles whitened as he gripped the handle tightly and dragged the brush half-way out, and then drove it in again. Her cries of pain were like invisible fingers stroking his cock. "Can the brush make you bleed if I keep doing this?" he asked.

She had to wait for the agony to die down sufficiently so that she could breathe normally before she managed an answer. "It's possible, if you work at it. Do you want to make my vagina bleed? There are less energetic ways to do that. Your arm is going to get really tired with the brush. But it will definitely make the tissues extremely raw and sore if you keep fucking me with it. It's already starting to seriously burn in there."

He shook his head slowly. "It's just wild that we're discussing ways to actually damage your vagina. I never imagined that a woman would actually do that for me, outside of my fantasies."

She gasped as he twisted and dragged the brush, her thighs trembling in strain as she fought to keep her cunt perfectly presented under the assault. "Happy to do it. Ask me anything, or say anything you want. Nothing is off-limits with regard to talking about torturing my genitals, or anywhere else for that matt—" Another thrust of the brush cut off her voice for a moment, then as if nothing had happened, "— matter."

"Tell me how it feels," he said.

"When I was starting out, I might have said that you're tearing my vagina, scratching it with those bristles like they were claws. I'd probably have imagined lots of blood, and screamed in fright and horror. Now I know better. It still hurts the same, but I know that the damage from that brush isn't as bad as the pain. Which is good, or it would deprive you of much more … fun."

"Fun, indeed," he said, and then slowly and tortuously drove the brush in and out, delighting in his ability and freedom to abuse her cunt, and the way she responded to it. He continued to ream her with the brush, and smiled when creamy juices collected at her opening and ran down over her anus and onto the sofa.

Elizabeth gasped in relief when he finally pulled the brush completely out of her, although she braced herself in case he plunged it back in. She continued to hold herself spread, guessing he would want to examine her vagina to see what the brush had done to her. She waited, patiently spread and exposed, making her genitals totally available, vulnerable. "Whoo, that was quite a start. My pussy is burning."

Harry leaned in close, almost pressing his nose into her reddened wetness. "It does look sore. I can see scratches," he said, excited by the visual evidence of what he had done to her cunt. Very gently, he stroked the rim of her opening with a fingertip, and kissed her clitoris. "I'm loving this. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Really. I want you to enjoy yourself. Don't be afraid of wanting to hurt me. I'm here to let you do whatever you want to my most intimate and private parts. Things no ordinary woman would ever allow." She refreshed her grip and pushed her clitoris out. "Remember to make use of my nerves, and my sensitivity,, in order to hurt me. Small, careful things can be just as bad or worse than simply whacking away with a whip." She grinned. "And it lasts longer."

"You're wonderful."

"Yep. I am," she said, chuckling. "I don’t know if you're interested, but happy to do the other sexual things too. I'll come for you as often as you like. Some clients like to milk me of my juices. Extended arousal, and coming over and over,, can be a form of torture. If you'd like to watch me pee, I'll do that for you too. And don't forget simply stretching me open and rummaging around inside. Again, it can be pretty painful and humiliating. Think of women screaming during childbirth."

Harry nodded. "I'd like that. Stretching you open, I mean. I want to play with your cervix."

Elizabeth looked at the tool chest. "There are various speculums and spreading devices in there. Pick one that appeals to you." She watched as Harry rummaged through the selection and nodded when he picked up a solid metal ring the diameter of a spread hand, which had six metal "L" shaped arms radiating from the rim towards the centre, the bent parts pointing at a right-angle to the plane of the ring. Each rod was attached to the ring by a butterfly nut, and threaded so that the bend of the rod could be drawn up all the way to the rim by spinning the nut. "That's a good one. There's no big handle, so it doesn't get in the way, although it's a bit fiddly as you have to adjust each arm separately to get a proper spread."

"I'll try it," Harry said, and tapped the metal arms as he stared at Elizabeth's vagina thoughtfully. He twirled the butterfly nuts until all the arms were gathered together in the centre of the ring, like the fingers of a hand. He looked at Elizabeth, who nodded down at her cunt and tugged at her inner labia to make her orifice gently open and close, indicating where they should go.

"Push them in as deep as you can first. Go ahead, don't worry about being gentle," she said. He did as she said, and she winced at the bite of the chill metal abruptly being thrust into her wet, warm vagina. While not actual torture, it hurt because he simply jammed it into her without regard for her comfort, but that was as it should be.

What followed was a little fiddly and slow, as Harry twirled each of the six butterfly nuts, working in opposite pairs in order to keep the spread of her vaginal orifice symmetrical. With each turn of a steel nut, her vagina was wrenched wider open, and he stared intently as his fingers eagerly worked on the device. He had positioned two stand lamps behind him that cast soft, even light that allowed him to see all the way inside without difficulty. Even when he could see her cervix, he continued turning the screws, steadily moving the arms ever wider apart, all the while intently watching her face to judge the amount of pain he was causing.

Given the chance, the vagina is very elastic, and can stretch to a surprising degree, which is why some porn performers are able to sit on simply massive dildos and other objects. But Elizabeth was not a porn performer, and normally didn't practise inserting large objects, so it wasn't long before the speculum went from creating an uncomfortable pressure and embarrassing exposure, to an actually painful stretching. The six rods were narrow, unlike the duck-bills of a medical speculum, so each one pressed much harder, like sitting on multiple narrow edges. The pain grew with each turn of the screws, until at last she was forced to moan. "Can you see my brain yet?" she said, her voice tight.

"Not yet, but the view is impressive," Harry said, tilting his head from side to side. He had never seen the inside of a woman's vagina before, especially not a woman whose genitals he was torturing. He had to suppress the urge to grin idiotically. "And I can see your cervix. It's cute."

"Thank you," Elizabeth said, "I'm pleased you like it." Despite the discomfort radiating from her vagina, his genuine appreciation made her smile. "It's quite sensitive, you know. And it's got another hole you can stretch if you want."

"How much does it hurt?" Harry asked, curious. He ran a finger along the shiny steel bars that were pressed hard into her vaginal walls.

Elizabeth bit her lip in thought, and then said, "It's a kind of slow, aching pain, like a bad muscle sprain, almost a cramp, but not as sharp. It could easily get worse if you keep turning the nuts, and I'd start screaming. But to be honest,, it wouldn't be very exciting, kind of like when you sit a woman on a wooden horse. You know what that is?"

Harry nodded eagerly. "A sharp edge or ridge. I've seen pictures and videos." He studied the steel ring. "You're right. I can tell that you're hurting, but there's not much to see, and if I'm going to do something else, it would almost be a distraction rather than a punishment. I'll leave it as it is, for now."

"Good choice," Elizabeth said. "So, what would you like to do to my vagina, now that you've got it open?"

Harry turned to the chest, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "What's this?" he said, and picked up a large plastic jar with a screw-on lid. "Nettle Stems" was printed neatly on the label. His eyes lit up as he gingerly opened the container to study the neatly trimmed stems, each with one end wrapped in heavy foil to provide a safe grip. He looked at Elizabeth. "Can I use these in there?" he asked, nodding at her painfully splayed sexual passage.

Elizabeth licked her lips, and then slowly moved her head up and down. "Of course. You haven't really made me scream yet, and my vagina is still in good shape." She didn't mention that the steady ache caused by the spreader was actually turning her on, but she guessed the fact that she was getting really wet was a clear giveaway.

Harry selected a stem, and held it up in front of his face. With the light behind it, he could clearly see the tiny, translucent needles that coated the entire stem. Since she was spread wide by the speculum, he had no trouble inserting the stem into Elizabeth without touching her. "Ready?"

Elizabeth's hands went behind her knees and gripped hard, then she nodded. "Ready." The stem brushed the lining of her vagina,, and the tendons of her neck and jaw flexed as fire exploded in her cunt. It felt like multiple hot needles had been jammed into her flesh at the same time. She'd had nettles used on her before, so she wasn't shocked, but the pain was intense and frightening, especially because of how she was stretched open by the many armed speculum. The muscles of her vagina strained desperately to clench shut, but the steel rods were unyielding. "I'd forgotten how much those things hurt," she said, after she caught her breath. She moaned when the nettle stalk stroked her vagina again, painting another line of fire.

Harry stared as her vagina frantically flexed and twitched in reaction to the bite of the nettles. There was no doubt at all that she was suffering severe pain, deep inside her vagina, and he was causing it. He loved it. Her vagina was fully on view, open and vulnerable, and he could do anything he liked to it. The thought, and the reality of it, made his head spin. He stroked her vagina with the nettle again and almost laughed in delight at her obvious pain. Her muscular contractions made her cervix flex and move, and it drew his attention. Without warning, he touched her cervix with a fresh nettle stem. Elizabeth's body juddered, and she gasped as if he had punched her in the belly. Harry's entire body felt glowing hot from an erotic arousal the likes of which he had never experienced before, even as he continued to apply the vicious stingers of the nettle to every part of the woman's helplessly stretched vagina. Fascinated, he watched as her pain grew and multiplied, with each sting causing a small red swelling.

Elizabeth's thighs trembled from the effort of staying spread and raised in the face of the needle-like stabs of pain, while she floated in a sea of fire that filled her vagina. Sweat trickled down the side of her face and neck, and her throat was hoarse from the suppressed screaming. And yet … and yet,, her clitoris ached so very sweetly. All her nerves and tendons quivered in fearful anticipation of the next kiss of the nettles deep inside her pussy, and she wished he would touch her clit. Her eyes widened. Why had she thought that? The pain would be unbearable. But even as she questioned her sanity, her thumbs were tugging back her clitoral hood, tempting, suggesting … hoping. The added pressure made her clit tingle madly, and her vagina clenched painfully against the bars of the speculum. She mentally pushed her clit out and hoped that Harry would notice.

Harry selected a fresh stem, and turned his attention back to Elizabeth's cunt. He almost dipped the stem back into her vagina, but then noticed that something looked different. For a moment he was puzzled, then he realised that her clitoris was more prominently displayed than before. She was deliberately offering it to him. He almost came in his trousers. Unable to bear it any longer, he unzipped and freed his cock from his underpants. Then he switched hands, shifting the nettle to his left hand, while gripping his cock with his right. "I'm going to masturbate and come into your vagina while I use this on your clit. Do you think you can hold it still for me?"

Elizabeth licked her lips and said, "I'll try. I may jerk around a bit, but I'll do my best to keep it presented. I may make more noise though."

"Noise is fine. Now get ready, I'm going to start," Harry said, and his hand began to slowly stroke his cock. The nettle stalk moved towards her clitoris, and he smiled when he saw it twitch nervously. Then, with infinite care, he touched the nettle stalk to her clit.

The stabbing pain that shot through her clit took her breath away, and it required all her self-control not to curl up in response to the agony as the hair-fine needles injected their venom into her sensitive clit. The pain was contrarily erotic, and she would have smiled if her lips weren't twisted in a rictus of agony. She groaned, but refused to scream. This was her purpose, her reason for being here, with legs spread wide, clitoris held completely exposed. The nettle stings made her clit throb and burn, the anguish pure and bright. Sweat dripped from her body, and her vagina ached with a frightening intensity as it tried to clench shut around the metal rods holding it obscenely spread. The nettle stalk stroked her clit again, and forced another rasping moan from her throat. Her thighs trembled as she fought to stay obediently spread for him. Few women could have held so perfectly still for such torment, and she felt a glow of pride and a deep, thrumming erotic arousal. She could almost physically feel Harry's gaze on her clitoris, which itched with maddening intensity. "Ooh, that hurts so much," she said, a declaration rather than a complaint. Then she inhaled sharply with a hiss as the nettle stalk brushed against the other side of her clit in a long, slow, and tortuous motion. The pain was so bad that she couldn't cry out, and for a moment she feared that she might lose control of her bladder and spray Harry with pee.

Utterly fascinated by her suffering and how her cunt looked as he slowly tormented her genitals, Harry began tapping Elizabeth's clit with the nettle in time with the stroking of his cock. He was so close. Abruptly, he dropped the nettle stalk into her gaping vagina, and gripped her clitoris with thumb and index finger. He dug his nails into the reddened bud, pinched it hard, and as she screamed, he came, spurting his semen into the spread cavern of her vagina again and again. He shuddered as he worked the last spasms of his orgasm out of his cock, and continued to pinch her clit for a few moments longer before releasing it and lifting the nettle stalk out of her vagina.

Elizabeth saw he was still staring at her cunt, so she obligingly continued to hold her position, letting him enjoy the sight of her reddened, swollen, and very wet pussy. She would have been willing to go on to another round if he wanted, but it was obvious that Harry was finished for now, although it seemed he could hardly believe what he had just done. She almost giggled at the silly grin on his face. In a way, it was a compliment.

"You haven't had a chance to come," Harry said, looking concerned. "Do you usually …"

"I'm here for your pleasure," she replied. "But I certainly have no objection to having an orgasm. Would you like me to come for you?"

Harry looked intrigued. "Do you think you could come with the speculum in you?"

Elizabeth nodded. "I think so. Do you want to do it, or would you prefer to watch me make myself come?"

He stroked her sweat slick thighs and nodded. "I'd like that. To watch you masturbate, I mean. Is that asking too much, now that I've already come?"

She patted his hand and smiled. "Not at all. I'm here for you to enjoy sexually, in whatever way pleases you. Your orgasm isn't some kind of finish line. Should I start?"

"Your clit looks really sore. Are you sure you can still come?"

"I'll come because you want me to. The pain doesn't matter," she replied. "Now watch me." Her whole body twitched when her fingertips touched her clit, which was a tiny mass of pain, burning, throbbing, stinging. But she knew that deep down, below the agony, her erotic being still existed, longing to be released. She began to rub and stroke, and hissed in pain. It was like touching a fresh wound. But she forced herself to take it, to absorb it, and finally she began to float over the intense distress. Fiery needles stabbed her nerves, and she welcomed them, embraced them. Her body began to writhe, and a small smile overlaid the strained grimace as she felt the erotic heat rise through the discomfort. She was determined to orgasm, not for her own desire or satisfaction. Her orgasm was for Harry, a performance, a gift. She felt pride as her arousal was stoked and fanned by each stroke of her fingers. "I'm going to come for you," she said, her voice quivering with determination.

Harry could clearly see that every stroke of her fingers caused Elizabeth intense pain, and yet she was showing clear signs of unfeigned sexual arousal. It was a fascinating contradiction, and highly arousing. He could feel himself getting hard again. It was difficult to tell whether her moans stemmed from pleasure or pain, or both. He began to stroke himself as he watched her struggle to come through the overwhelming pain. Then the tone of her moans and rhythm of her breathing changed, and he realised that she was nearing an actual orgasm. He leaned closer, his nose almost touching the back of her hand. He wanted to see everything, and the scent of her strain and arousal triggered indescribable feelings within him. Then her body tensed, her thighs flexed, and her fingers moved in a blur of circular speed.

"I'm coming! Watch me come for you —" she said hoarsely, every muscle quivering. Then she screamed and juddered, her body convulsed, and her vagina clenched and relaxed, over and over as if gasping for air. Juices ran out of her cunt and wet the fabric beneath her.

There was no doubt that she was having an actual orgasm, and a really intense one at that, and Harry was unable to resist. He pushed her hand aside and drove his rigid cock into her cunt.

Her vagina was incredibly sore, and the penetration hurt, a lot, but she gladly welcomed him into her wetness, and wrapped her legs around his waist to draw him in. She groaned and gasped when he began pounding her raw, nettle-stung cunt, but she gave it to him gladly, and she smiled when she felt him stiffen, and his cock pulse and jerk inside of her as he spurted his seed into her battered vagina, a clear tribute to her efforts.

A little later, as Harry sat beside her catching his breath, he put a hand on her knee and said, "Thank you. I haven't had sex like that in … forever." He paused, and added, "I've always been worried that my … tastes were um, predatory. Meeting you has lightened my heart."

"My pleasure. Truly. Not all my clients are nice, but it's great when I get the chance to make someone really happy," Elizabeth said. "And don't worry about the pain. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want it. I might even have become self-destructive if I'd continued to suppress my own urges." They hugged and kissed, and she waved has he left.

***

Ms Kroll gave her a thin smile and said, "He was most effusive in his praise. You did a good job today, and as I said, he has influence with the Agency, so you've given your own status with it a boost. Your fee has been transferred to your bank account, with a nice tip from Harry."

Chapter Two

Despite the intense pain, Harry had not done a lot of actual damage, so two weeks later, Elizabeth was in fine shape, free of bruises, swelling, or scrapes. The bank balance was getting a bit wobbly, so she emailed Ms Kroll to let her know she was ready for another assignment. It was the next day before Kroll called her back.

"Do you remember Sarah?" Ms Kroll said.

"Of course. A nice girl. She's looking for another session?"

"Yes. She specifically asked for you. Looks like you may have a regular for your book," Ms Kroll said, her tone approving.

"Same as before?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yes. I'll pick you up tomorrow, thirteen hundred hours."

"Did she ask for anything special?"

"No. She said she just wanted to play. She likes you," Ms Kroll said.

Elizabeth wasn't sure if she was happy about that or not. Sarah was a nice girl, but being liked was a greater responsibility. It wasn't impossible to be friends with a client, but it sometimes got complicated. She shrugged. All she could do was her best. Anyway, it was usually the men who sometimes thought they were in love with you.

***

Ms Kroll picked her up at exactly thirteen hundred hours and drove her to Sarah's flat. "As always, an emergency driver will be standing by and can be with you in five minutes. Make sure to activate the security app on your phone."

Elizabeth checked her phone. "Done." The driver would take care of both bad clients and medical emergencies. The agency had a contract with an excellent private clinic who would handle unusual injuries discreetly and without awkward questions. Ms Kroll led her up to Sarah's flat and rang the door buzzer.

Sarah greeted them happily and ushered them in.

Ms Kroll nodded at Elizabeth. "As requested. Do you accept?"

Sarah gave Elizabeth a hug and said, "I'm so glad to see you again. Yes, I accept."

Ms Kroll shook Sarah's hand. "Then I'll leave you in Elizabeth's hands. Happy to be of service. Please remember to leave a rating on our app," she said and turned to leave.

When the door clicked shut, Sarah looked down as if embarrassed, and said, "I was afraid you wouldn't want to see me again. I was quite mean to you the last time."

Elizabeth hugged her back. "Don't be silly. I was glad to hear from you. You're much nicer than some clients."

"Oh?" Sarah looked concerned.

With a shrug, Elizabeth said, "Some take the BDSM thing really seriously, and are all strict and masterful, or um, mistressful?" She folded her arms, looking stern and tapping her foot. "You know."

Sarah giggled and shook her head. "I just want to have fun." She gave Elizabeth a sly smile. "Painful fun."

Elizabeth smiled back. "That's what I'm here for. So, do you have anything particular in mind?"

She shook her head, tossing her short hair around. "Nothing so formal. I thought I'd just fool around. Since the last time, I've been obsessed with the thought of playing with your pussy again."

Elizabeth held her hands out to her sides and bounced up and down on her toes. "Well, here I am, and my pussy is ready and waiting for you."

"Could you get undressed? Like completely naked. I want to see you like that."

"Easy enough. Just strip, or should I do it sexy?" Elizabeth said.

Sarah laughed. "Nah, just get naked. I'm not a guy."

Elizabeth quickly took her clothes off, doing it as elegantly as possible, folding her garments neatly and placing them on a sideboard. With only her underpants on, she walked up to Sarah, looked her in the eye, hooked her thumbs in the waistband, and pulled them down her long legs. She stepped out of the silken garment and picked it up to show Sarah, before tossing it on top of the rest of her clothes. "Completely naked," she said. Although she had become accustomed to being unclothed in front of strangers, there was always still a tiny shiver, part shame, part fear, especially when the other person or people were fully dressed and watching her. "Do you want me to put my shoes back on?"

"No, barefoot is fine," Sarah said. She pulled an expensive looking office chair into the centre of the room and sat down. Holding out her hand,she said, "Come here." When Elizabeth was standing in front of her, she lightly stroked her fingertips up and down one smooth, toned thigh. "I'm not really a lesbian, or even bisexual, but the idea of playing with another woman's body in any way I like turns me on for some reason. Turns me on a lot," she said, her eyes focused on Elizabeth's clean-shaven pubic mound. "Open your cunt for me, please." She felt the muscles flex under her fingers as the woman automatically stepped to the side in order to open up her crotch. With one hand on each side of Elizabeth's hips she watched as the woman's fingers found her labia, searched for a suitable grip, and carefully pulled sideways and apart. Her cunt blossomed open, revealing bright glistening pink. Sarah's eyes immediately went to the clitoris. Like everything else, Elizabeth had a pretty and well-formed clitoris, just large enough to be a tempting target. She had seen a video of the steroid-enhanced clitoris of a female body builder. It had looked impossibly huge, but she told herself that she would find the opportunity to torture one of those too, one day. It would be fun. Her mind came back to what was in front of her. With a grin, she leaned forward and gave Elizabeth's clit a quick, almost embarrassed kiss. She saw it twitch, and this sign of its sensitivity made her heart beat faster. "I've been thinking a lot of doing things to your clit," she said, looking up at Elizabeth's face.

Elizabeth's thumbs moved to pull back her hood to more fully expose her clit. "This clit?" she said with a grin. She knew she was inviting pain, but she had become increasingly comfortable with the concept when with a client. The muscles of her cunt and groin clenched when Sarah playfully flicked it with a fingertip.

"Look at it twitch," Sarah said. As a woman,, she was intensely aware of how sensitive a clitoris was, and loved the fact that she was allowed to do nearly anything she liked to Elizabeth's clit. She still felt amazed by this, her consent, the permission to deliberately hurt the most sensitive, intimate parts of her body. "Just thinking about what I can do to it makes me hot," she said.

"I'm glad. I really want to please and arouse you, and I'm fine with the idea that it's my sexual pain that does the trick. Don't be afraid to discuss any idea you have. Nothing will shock or frighten me," Elizabeth said sincerely.

"Has anyone ever stuck needles into your clit?" Sarah asked, imagining a needle piercing the clit in front of her.

"A couple of times," Elizabeth said. "It can be really bad, depending on how it's done. I'd recommend waiting until the end or somewhere close, because it really messes up my clit and it won't be good for much else afterwards. It might bleed quite a lot too. I suggest working on the nerves, on how sensitive it is first. You know, scraping, scratching, pricking, crushing, that sort of thing."

Sarah grinned. "I've thought of that." She reached over to a drawer in a nearby sideboard and rummaged around until she found what she wanted. She held up a couple of ordinary plastic clothes pegs, spring powered, with flat, squared off ends, and moulded serrations meant to enhance their grip. There were loops of string attached to the grip ends.

Elizabeth immediately understood their purpose, and despite her willingness, she couldn't help experiencing a brief chill of apprehension. This was going to hurt a lot, and Sarah could repeat the treatment many times. The clip would be placed on her clit, crushing it, and then Sarah would pull on the loop of string, either slowly and agonisingly dragging the clip off of her clit, or she could pull it hard, and rip the clip off, yanking her clit hard. She gasped softly when Sarah used the hard plastic tip of a clip to brush her clit from side to side. The sensation was like static crackling in her nerves.

"Play with your clit for me," Sarah said. "I want it stiff and sensitive before I put this on," she said,, making the bright blue jaws open and shut menacingly.

Without hesitation, Elizabeth began working her thumbs up and down, stroking her clitoris like a tiny cock while holding her pose and the explicit display of her inner cunt. It felt good, extremely good, and the knowledge that she was actually preparing herself for punishment only added to her pleasure. She felt her entire vulva responding. Her inner labia stiffened and swelled, and her clit visibly increased in size and stiffness. When she felt herself as fully aroused as she was going to get, she said, "I'm ready."

The pretty pink clitoris seemed to call out to Sarah, and she had to grip her wrist to prevent her hand shaking from the excitement. Her fingers squeezed, and the serrated jaws of the clip slowly yawned wide. With utmost care, she positioned the clit in between the two horizontally posed jaws, and with surgical care, let the clip clamp down upon the tiny organ.

Elizabeth inhaled deeply, sucking breath through her teeth as the crushing pain rapidly multiplied. The serrations dug into the super-sensitive bud like rows of tiny teeth. It felt like her clit was both being crushed and bitten at the same time. She wasn't even sure how it was possible to feel both sensations simultaneously. Sharp stabbing pain crackled through her cunt and groin. She fancied even her ovaries ached in sympathy.

"Bad?" Sarah asked, her tone both sympathetic and eager.

Elizabeth tried not to let her expression or tone show too much. She didn't want to sound whiney, or as if she were exaggerating her discomfort. "It definitely hurts, in a scary sort of way. You just know that particular part of you isn't supposed to be feeling like that. It's meant to feel really good and sexy. My mind is screaming to get it off, to stop the hurt. But it's not unbearable, and I'm happy to suffer it for you."

"I can imagine what it feels like, especially knowing you can't do anything to prevent it," Sarah said with a shiver of delight. She pressed her cheek against Elizabeth's abdomen. "I can feel your muscles trembling." Then she inhaled deeply. "I can smell you too. The scent of sex, and pain." She looked up again, seeing the woman's stiff nipples, and then her bright eyes. "I love this so much. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Elizabeth said with a tight smile. "It's hurting more, but I'll let you in on a little secret."

"What's that?"

"I'm getting turned on. Just a bit, but it's there," Elizabeth said.

"I'd like to have you come for me when I'm done with your clit. For this round anyway." Sarah traced her fingertip around the woman's clit, and then gently tapped the clip. She giggled when Elizabeth yelped. "Hurting your clit is so much fun. I know I'd absolutely hate to have it done to me." She placed a hand between her legs and pressed her pussy. "I'm so wet." Since she wasn't wearing panties, it was easy to dip a finger into her juices. She lifted her hand above her head, finger extended. "Taste me." She watched as Elizabeth carefully and thoroughly sucked and licked her finger clean. "I know you're not a lesbian. Does it bother you to do that?"

"It feels a little funny, but I'm happy to do it for you." Then she gasped when Sarah twisted the clip. "Ow," she said, her tone almost conversational.

"I don't know if it's simply sadism, or jealousy, or a mean streak, but this feels so very good. It's like pressing a vibrator to my pussy each time I hurt you like that," Sarah said.

"The main thing is that you're enjoying yourself," Elizabeth said. She felt the muscles of her thighs tremble slightly from the strain, but forcing herself to keep her clitoris presented for torment was amazingly exciting. It gave her an adrenalin rush, like riding a roller-coaster you suspected was faulty.

Sarah placed a hand on Elizabeth's lower belly, bracing her. "I'm going to pull it off. Ready?" When the woman nodded, she slipped her finger into the loop of string, and in the same motion, tugged, fast and smooth. The clip came free with a little plastic snap, followed a moment later by Elizabeth's scream.

Elizabeth only allowed herself the luxury of a brief, quick cry of pain, real but also performative. She wanted Sarah to know the hurt was undeniably real. She squeezed her eyelids closed, seeing red, and took three quick panting breaths. If she had been writing a story, she would have said she imagined her clit had been ripped off. Of course, that was poetic licence. She knew her clit could take many more such violent tugs, although her screams might become far more heartfelt. Opening her eyes, she said, "That really fucking hurt." Her eyes went down to her cunt, where her fingers still held her pulsing and abraded clit exposed, silently letting Sarah know she was ready. She shifted her feet, flexing her toes. She checked her balance even as the clip closed around her clit again, and then chuckled.

"What?" Sarah said, her fingers stroking Elizabeth's skin admiringly, as if trying to absorb the essence of her agony.

"I'm just thinking how crazy it is that I'm sort of anticipating the next one," Elizabeth said. Her abs flexed as she pushed her hips forward just a little bit. Her clit throbbed and burned as the movement made the clip bob and weave, and its jaws worked her clit like some tiny animal gnawing on it. Sarah tapped it and this made her hiss. Then the girl tapped again, this time right where they gripped her flesh, but very lightly. "Ooh," she moaned in response to the sweet ache. Waves of erotic sensation pulsed as Sarah continued to tap, tap, tap, on the clip.

Sarah giggled when Elizabeth clearly responded to the painful stimulation. "I wonder if I could make you come like this. We'll try it sometime."

"Let's," Elizabeth said, nodding her agreement. She bit her lip when she saw Sarah's finger slip into the loop of string. Her buttocks clenched, and she held her breath. The jaws of the clip clicked viciously, and a miniature dragon breathed on her clit. Her knees flexed as agony blazed bright. Her cunt was filled with pain, but she was smiling. It was a harsh, twisted smile, but very real. She uttered a deep, throaty moan, and did a grind with her hips, her fingers still exposing her reddened clit. Sweat ran down her back, and the pain tickled her urethra, urging her to let a squirt of pee flow.

"I bet your clit is sooo sensitive right now," Sarah said, awe in her voice.

"It certainly feels that way," Elizabeth replied.

"Mind if I test it?"

Elizabeth knew what she was looking for, and drew a deep breath, exhaled, then pushed her hips forward again. "Be my guest," she said, and tensed her body, bracing against what was coming. She watched as Sarah's fingers slowly approached her clit, as if trying to sneak up on it. Then they closed in a gentle pinch. Even under ordinary circumstances, the touch of her dry fingertips would have been uncomfortable, at the very least, but now the friction and pressure were seemingly magnified a hundred-fold, and her body shook as she cried out in a mixture of shock and agony, combined with a painfully intense degree of erotic stimulation. She wanted it, and hated it at the same time, but of course it wasn't up to her. All she had to do was endure and accept. And enjoy — just a little.

Sarah tried unsuccessfully to suppress the wide grin as she played with Elizabeth's bruised and abraded clit, watching her touch make the woman sway, quiver, and moan. It was so beautiful. She knew Elizabeth wanted to beg her to stop, or to cover her cunt with her hands, but she wouldn't. It was so wonderful to have absolute control of the beautiful woman's sexual parts, to be able to make her feel things she didn't want. She didn't feel hate, or anger, or even resentment towards Elizabeth. In fact, she liked the woman. But she totally loved doing awful, sexual things to her. It felt so liberating to be able to abuse another woman's genitals like this. It was something she had dreamed of all of her adult life. She clamped her free hand on Elizabeth's buttock and squeezed, as she continued to work her clit — half masturbation, half torture. Suddenly, she felt the woman's body shudder and convulse in a small, but unmistakable orgasm. "Did you just come?" she said.

Head swimming, Elizabeth nodded, then groaned when Sarah continued to work her clit. Her thighs trembled violently, and she had to struggle not to drop to her knees. "I'm just as surprised as you."

Although she didn't let up on her manipulation of Elizabeth's clitoris, she said, "Can you stay on your feet?"

It was a struggle for Elizabeth to speak clearly because of the mind-numbing sensations coming from her clit, but she managed to say, "Give me a moment, and I'll be fine." In fact,, she wanted to scream in protest, but that wasn't Sarah's problem.

Sarah finally stopped rubbing Elizabeth's clit, and gently stroked her glistening thigh, letting the woman catch her breath. She wanted her to be able to cooperate in her own punishment. Pushing her beyond her ability to bear wouldn't be as much fun.

When her knees started to feel less rubbery, Elizabeth nodded again and said, "I'm all right now. Thanks for waiting."

"No problem. I'm having so much fun. Now let's hurt clitty again. Put it into the clip please," Sarah said, holding the jaws of the clip open. She watched in fascination as Elizabeth delicately moved her hips, and brought her clitoris in between the serrated jaws.

They closed with crushing pressure, and Elizabeth gasped softly at the sharp stab of pain. Her clit was both sore, and intensely sensitive after the recent orgasm. It seemed that she could feel every single corrugation of the jaws as they dug into the battered little bud.

"Ask me to do it," Sarah said.

Elizabeth's toes gripped the expensive carpet as she said, "Hurt my clit. Please rip the clip off." The clip tore free of her clit again, and she shuddered as her eyes moistened with tears at the unbearable pain. "Fuck that hurts!" she cried, panting as she tried to absorb the torment to that most sexual part of her body.

Sarah pressed her cheek against Elizabeth's thigh again, feeling the heat and trembling. "Oh, that's just so lovely." Her eyes were close to the woman's cunt, and she could see the scratches the clip had made on the pink skin of the clitoris. An idea came to her. "I'd love to rub some salt on it to see what happens."

Fear clenched a fist in her gut, but Elizabeth forced calm into her voice. "Go and get some if you like. I'll probably scream like a banshee, but if you don't mind the noise, I'm game." She watched as Sarah trotted towards the kitchen, her heart pounding. However, she held her position, keeping her clit well exposed even when Sarah wasn't in view. She wanted Sarah to see her willingness to suffer for her entertainment. It had been a while since anyone had concentrated on hurting her clit like this, and it turned her on to a surprising degree. Despite the raw, burning ache, she still felt a powerful erotic tingle in it.

Sarah returned with a salt shaker and a bowl of water. She knelt and placed the items on the floor beside her. She smiled up at Elizabeth. "I'd like to finger you a bit first. I've been thinking about your vagina ever since our last time."

"My vagina is your vagina, literally," Elizabeth said, and turned her knees slightly outwards to widen the gap between her legs. Her eyes closed when she felt a finger, then two fingers, worm their way in and up her vagina. Sarah's touch was different. Usually, when someone fingers you, they're trying to cause pleasure, unless you're a teenage boy, in which case he's just sticking it in before the girl can say no. But Sarah's fingers probed and explored, as if laying claim to territory, or perhaps searching. Looking for the best spots in there to cause Elizabeth the most pain. She didn't care. It felt good, not in a masturbatory way, but in a manner that made her shiver and her muscles clench in anticipation of what might come. It reminded her how vulnerable the very core of her genitalia was right now. Sarah could do terrible things to her vagina, her cervix, and even her uterus. Although it wasn't specified in the agreement, she knew that she would permit it even if Sarah wanted to play with her fallopian tubes and ovaries, despite the risk. The fingers found her G-spot and jabbed hard, fingernails digging in. It still felt kind of good, although she guessed that the nails had probably torn the skin.

Sarah smiled happily as she worked her fingers in the woman's vaginal passage, deliberately rough, revelling in her freedom to do whatever she liked with Elizabeth's intimate parts. She knew what it felt like to have a stranger poke around inside there from her visits to the gynaecologist, and based on that knowledge, she made her touch as intrusive, and uncomfortable as possible. It was so wonderful to know that Elizabeth would allow and tolerate just about anything she chose to do. The woman would even tell her what hurt the most, if she asked. She forced another two fingers of her other hand inside, hooked, and then pulled hard, trying to stretch Elizabeth's orifice as obscenely wide as possible. "Some other day, I'd like to work at stretching you wide open, so wide that you'll scream your head off." She kissed the clean-shaven pubic mound. "Although I'd never actually do it, I have so many fantasies about doing things to ruin a woman's genitals, while she smiles as she lets me do it. I'm a terrible person."

"Not at all. You've just stated you have limits, and you hired me, an enthusiastic masochist. Fantasies are meant to be wild. I'm only sorry I can't completely fulfil them for you," Elizabeth said.

Sarah wriggled her fingers and kissed Elizabeth's mound again. "Thanks. It's good to hear someone else say it, rather than me trying to console myself."

"I can't let you destroy my cunt, but I'll certainly let you do a lot more than finger my vagina."

Sarah nodded happily. "Let me finish up on your clit, and we'll see what we can do. One more go with the clip to make sure your clit is nicely abraded, then I'll try the salt."

Once again, Elizabeth carefully navigated her clitoris into the jaws of the clip, and winced as they closed on it with crushing pressure, the tiny corrugations digging hard into her flesh. She did her best to accept the mechanical pinching of her clit with grace as the weight of the clip hung from the nerve-filled spot, and tried very hard not to move.

Sarah studied the intimate scene of clitoral torture for a long moment, burning it into her memory, then ripped the clip off the tormented clit with a brisk, merciless jerk of her wrist. She could hear the pain in Elizabeth's voice as she moaned and gasped, and she reached under her skirt to squeeze her own pussy. Her palm glistened with moisture when she lifted it from between her legs. "That's so beautiful," she said, half-whispering.

"Glad you think so," Elizabeth said, fighting the urge to curl up in a ball and cry. But that feeling quickly faded along with the peak of the ripping pain. She began to feel a glow of pride in how she had handled it, even though her clit was burning like a glowing coal. In fact, she was increasingly getting into the zone, sinking deep into her erotic masochism. Her eyes went to the salt shaker, and she licked her lips.

Sarah followed her gaze and smiled. She dipped her thumb and index finger into the water, sprinkled salt on the moistened skin, and rubbed them together, letting the salt dissolve. "This should be interesting," she said softly as she reached towards Elizabeth's clitoris. She held her fingers in front of the woman's clit, teasing.

"Do it," Elizabeth said.

Sarah's fingers closed on the waiting clit and firmly rubbed. For a very brief moment, nothing happened. Then her ears were stabbed by Elizabeth's piercing shriek. The woman's body shook violently, and Sarah wrapped her arm around Elizabeth's waist to hold her steady.

Elizabeth was lost in the blinding pain. Her groin was on fire, and it felt like Sarah had cut her clit off with a knife. Her knees almost collapsed, and she slowly sagged, as if cautiously lowering herself onto a dubious seat. But with a sobbing gasp, she shuddered, straightened, and locked her knees. She heard her own cries of pain as if they were coming from someone else. The salt continued to burn, pain surging with every rubbing motion of Sarah's digits. Gritting her teeth, Elizabeth pushed her clitoris out, encouraging Sarah to do whatever she liked to it. A tear ran down her cheek, and her vision blurred, but she refused to waver in her obligation to sexually suffer for Sarah's amusement and erotic arousal. The sting and burn continued even when Sarah took her fingers away, and she stood there, body trembling in agony, as Sarah stepped back to simply watch her hurt.

Sarah knelt down and brought her face close to Elizabeth's cunt. "Poor clitty. It must hurt so very much." She looked up and smiled. "It makes me so very hot. My pussy is practically drooling." With that, she closed her lips around Elizabeth's clitoris and began to lave it with her tongue.

Elizabeth moaned in relief and pleasure, as the tongue washed the salt away, and caressed the raw and swollen bud. The touch hurt, a lot, but she didn't mind. The pleasure and pain were so great that she doubled over, and was forced to rest her hands on Sarah's shoulders to stop from toppling. Hands gripped her buttocks, fingertips danced over her arsehole, and the tongue continued to work. Her moans grew louder, more intense. "I'll come if you keep doing that," she said, her voice both dreamy and tormented. But the tongue didn't stop, and continued to stimulate and torment her clitoris. Her thighs trembled, the tendons in her neck rose like steel cables, and she came, violent contractions racking her vagina as the tongue painted fire over her most sensitive spot.

Sarah loved the knowledge that she was stimulating the woman, while simultaneously causing her more pain. It was the perfect combination of intimacy and torment. As she licked and sucked, she occasionally gave the captive clit a quick nip with her teeth, threatening an actual bite and making Elizabeth jump in fear, preventing her from simply sinking into a haze of pleasure. It was simply so delightful to have such absolute freedom to indulge her every whim on the woman's most sensitive and sensual parts.

The unremitting combination of stimulation and intense punishment of her clitoris made Elizabeth's head swim. Her entire cunt ached and pounded in a mad combination of unbearable erotic arousal, and constant burning pain. It was wonderful and maddening at the same time. She wanted to scream, but she wasn't sure why. She clutched Sarah's head and groaned when the girl sucked hard on her clit and roughly scraped her tongue over its tip. Legs shaking, she finally couldn't bear it any longer and exploded in a heart-stopping orgasm. Then she screamed when Sarah actually bit down on her clit, hard enough to draw blood. Despite the panic and agony, Elizabeth refused to surrender, and pushed her clit against Sarah's mouth, embracing the terror and pain — and delight.

***

Elizabeth sat on the floor and studied the bite mark that surrounded her clitoris in the hand mirror that Sarah had given her. "That's an unusual love bite," she said ruefully.

"I'm sorry. I got carried away," Sarah said, genuinely remorseful.

Shaking her head, Elizabeth said, "No problem. You didn't really injure me, so it's all good. Bites are all part of the service." She grinned. Then she tilted her head and gazed at Sarah's crotch. "You haven't had an orgasm yet. How would you like to come? Anything in particular? I'm still good to go," she said, taking a sip of the glass of orange juice she had been given.

Looking a little sheepish, Sarah said, "I have something kind of mundane in mind, at least on my side."

"Name it," Elizabeth said, trying to look as unjudgemental as possible.

"I want to sit on your face and rub myself on you till I come. I know you're not into women, and the idea of …" she trailed off, biting her lip.

"Sounds perfectly reasonable. But I bet there's more," Elizabeth said.

Sarah held up a finger and then dived into one of the antique steamer trunks the Agency had sent over. After rummaging inside for a minute she emerged, waving an item triumphantly.

At first, it looked like an ordinary dildo with an extended handle. But the main body had an odd gleam to it, and when she brought it closer, Elizabeth realised it was covered with large, closely overlapping scales that were made of either metal or hard plastic.

Sarah made a loop with her fingers and slid it down from the tip to the handle, and her fingers glided smoothly along its length. But when she moved the "O" of her fingers in the opposite direction, each scale lifted to catch at the sliding digits, making it nearly impossible to proceed without widening her fingers.

"Ah! I see," Elizabeth said. Once inserted into her pussy, any attempt to remove it would make the scales dig painfully into her vagina like dozens of small knife edges. They weren't sharp enough to cut, but would definitely scrape hard, almost like a grater.

"I need a handle to brace myself while I work my pussy against your face," Sarah said. "As always, I'll stop tugging on it when I come."

"Sounds good," Elizabeth said. "Remember to let me breathe. If I black out, I won't feel anything you do."

Sarah nodded and laughed. "I'll keep that in mind. Wouldn't want all that effort to go to waste."

"On the floor?" When Sarah nodded,, Elizabeth lowered herself gracefully and lay supine, knees drawn up and spread to give the girl clear access to insert the torture implement into her vagina. She felt a tingle of excitement as she awaited the chill touch of the plastic scales of the dildo sliding into her cunt. The fearful anticipation of the torture was always one of her favourite moments. Deliberately exposing her genitals to be tortured was another. Her vagina repeatedly clenched, erotic heat quickly building up again in her loins. She was wet and ready.

Sarah knelt beside Elizabeth and put the dildo on her belly. Then she began stroking the woman's body, her toes, her feet, and legs, enjoying the feel of the body that was completely available to her. The sensation of sexual power made her shudder in delight. Her hand went down to the taut buttocks, kneading the firm, muscular flesh, then dipping in between until she reached the tightly clenched arsehole. She teased it with a fingertip, enjoying the obscenity of her act. "Next time,, I want to stick needles into this. What do you think?"

Elizabeth felt her anus involuntarily clench even tighter, although the girl's touch sent jolts of erotic sensation deep into her belly. "I'll be sure to remind you. I could stand and bend over for you. I'd spread my cheeks wide, and offer you my bum hole to torture. I'm told that in that position, the entrance of my vagina opens up wide too."

Sarah's eyes widened in excitement. "Oh yes, I'd love to stick needles into your vagina too." She bent right down and planted a kiss on Elizabeth's spread cunt. The woman's sexual scent lingered on her face when she straightened up, and she inhaled the musky fragrance like an expensive perfume. "Now hold still. I'm going to insert the dildo and play around a little before sitting on your face."

Elizabeth gripped her knees and pulled back hard. It wasn't really necessary, but it felt right, and she wanted Sarah to know that she was completely willing. The tip of the dildo was hard and cold, and she had to stifle a jump when it touched her opening. Her heartbeat sped up as it pushed and stretched. Sarah had not seriously touched her vagina so far, and the idea of being tortured there made her whole body tingle. There was fear, but by now it had become an integral part of her sexual arousal, and she welcomed it.

"I love punishing your vagina," Sarah said. "It's such a feminine thing. It feels like I'm really hurting your womanhood."

"Is that what actually turns you on? Hurting a woman's sexuality, I mean. Not prying, I'm only asking in order to better please you," Elizabeth said. "You don’t need to tell me if you don't want to."

Sarah thoughtfully moved the butt of the dildo in a small circle, working the tip against Elizabeth's vaginal orifice. "I never considered the difference. Hurting a woman's sex, her cunt, as opposed to hurting her sexuality." She bit her lip. "A bit of both, I guess. The pain and torture is fun, but it's more fun when I make use of the woman's sexual sensitivity and arousal. With a brisk pat of her hand against the end of the dildo, she made Elizabeth gasp as the hard, scale-covered tip thumped against her vagina. "See? You felt that because your opening is so sensitive, and your body can't help but feel anything I do there with exceptional intensity. I bet it's scary too."

Elizabeth nodded. "The scary is part of the fun. Like jump scares in a horror film."

The girl began to push on the dildo, and leaned close to watch. "Look at the way your hole is stretching." She slowly twisted the dildo as she continued to push. "Feel that?"

"Yes. I can feel the scales scraping." She shuddered. "It's so intense. Like the worst fingering ever." She smiled dreamily. "I have this fantasy where a whole queue of people, men and women, walk past me, each one shoving their fingers into me and trying to both explore and hurt me as much as possible in the brief moment they're allowed before moving on. I just stand there, legs apart, letting them do it, again and again. It feels so bad, and yet so good." Then she gasped again as the dildo finally slid into her. Sarah had stopped twisting, so the smooth folded scales slid easily down her vaginal passage, until the tip finally bumped up against her cervix. Elizabeth uttered a small sigh at that feeling of being filled and stretched, of being taken by the hard, unyielding object. In the same way Sarah delighted in manipulating her sexuality, Elizabeth enjoyed the feeling of having her genitals harshly used for the pleasure of another, and the fearful anticipation of potential pain and even damage to those precious, sensitive parts. The sheer electric excitement was far greater than even the most intense pain, better and more powerful than any drug. And the money was good.

Sarah placed her hand on Elizabeth's pubic mound, and gripped the handle tight with the other. "I'm going to give it a tug in order to feel how it grips. Be a good girl and squeeze. I want the scales to properly dig in. That way, I can judge the maximum degree of resistance. I don't want to accidentally turn you inside out."

The image chilled her, but Elizabeth managed a grin. "More likely you'd skin my vagina instead; although the jerk would certainly feel like a backstreet hysterectomy." They both knew the dildo wouldn't do that much damage, but it would seriously scratch up her vaginal walls if Sarah used too much force, and the jerking of her sexual organs would certainly be horrendously painful. On the other hand, the girl might want to do exactly that, and it would be Elizabeth's duty to willingly let her do it. "Ready whenever you are."

With a slow controlled movement of her hand, Sarah pulled the dildo outwards, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing speed until she suddenly felt the scales catch, and heard Elizabeth make a soft sound of near surprise. "Did that hurt?"

Shaking her head, Elizabeth said, "No, not really. A sharp tug, and some scraping. Like when someone is fingering you, and accidentally gets you with a fingernail or sharp cuticle."

"Hang on, I'm going to try it a few more times so I can get the speed right," Sarah said. Then she started to yank at the dildo, varying the force and speed, all the while carefully watching Elizabeth's responses. "I like this toy. I can really feel the way it's working on your vagina."

"Some of the harder tugs did hurt a bit," Elizabeth said, trying to provide useful feedback.

"Good to know. The pull or the scraping?" Sarah said as she slowly twisted the dildo to play with the woman's cunt.

Elizabeth bit her lip in thought. "The actual sting came from the scales scraping me. The pull was a kind of dull impact on my insides. But it's kind of scary. I can feel all my female bits being yanked around. Not something you feel every day."

Sarah leaned closer to the woman's cunt and giggled. "The dildo makes your clit really stick out. It's so cute." Then she gave it a flick with her fingernail, and laughed when Elizabeth yelped in surprise. "Still sore?" She chuckled when Elizabeth nodded vigorously. "All right. Time for the main event. I'm afraid it's going to be a bit dark, as I'm keeping my skirt on. I like the idea of giving you a really intense underskirt experience."

"I know a lot of men who'd give their left arm for that kind of thing," Elizabeth said with a grin. She watched with some apprehension as Sarah straddled her head. Although she wasn't into women, the prospect of vaginal torture, plus the threat of suffocation by pussy, was enough to make the situation exciting and arousing for her. She inhaled and exhaled fast and deep, deliberately hyperventilating to give her some breathing space. This mental pun made her silently giggle as she watched Sarah's shaven cunt lower towards her face, and her skirt form a dark tent around her head and shoulders. The scent of the heavily aroused girl became nearly overwhelming as she continued to inhale up to the last moment when the girl's wet vulva pressed firmly down onto her nose and lips, and her world became limited to the space between spread muscular buttocks. It quickly became obvious that Sarah wasn't looking for simple oral sex, as her cunt began grinding down hard, spreading her juices liberally all over Elizabeth's face. Her nose was buried between the girl's inner labia, and slipped in and out of her vaginal opening, so she opened her mouth wide to grab air whenever the grinding, sliding pussy moved enough for her to breathe, like a swimmer doing freestyle. Her eyes, nose, and even ears, were engulfed by Sarah's sex and thighs, her senses drowning in the girl's scent and taste, as well as the sound and feel of skin rubbing on her face and hair. Then she felt the torture dildo shift as Sarah grabbed it with both hands to use as a handle and support. There was a strong jerk and pain exploded in her cunt when the sharp scales bit into her vagina like a thousand claws, raking the sensitive lining, while at the same time threatening to rip her uterus out of her body, or at least that was how it felt in that first awful moment. Shocked, she screamed into Sarah's smothering cunt.

Sarah felt the vibrations of Elizabeth's scream rumble through her cunt like a powerful vibrator, and smiled widely as pleasure flooded her crotch. She stared at the dildo and imagined the pain she was causing the woman's genitals, and her own clitoris pulsed in ecstasy. She rocked her hips and rubbed her cunt against Elizabeth's face as if it were the arm of a sofa. It all felt amazingly good. Using both arms, she shoved the dildo back in, and felt the tip thud against the woman's cervix. The thought of how she was punishing that delicate part of the woman's genitals made her chuckle in delight. Then she pulled on the handle again, using enough force to ensure that the scales would grip and scrape the helpless vagina raw.

She saw Elizabeth's legs spread wider, and hips flex so as to maximise the ripping friction of the dildo, faithfully cooperating in the punishment of her genitalia. This made Sarah shudder in delight. She bore Elizabeth no ill willin fact,she liked the woman a lot, but the idea, and reality, of harming her vagina like this aroused her like nothing else. She couldn't explain why, but right now she didn't care. In fact it was all she could do not to use too much force and cause serious damage, although it was so very tempting. The thought of doing harm to another woman's sexual parts simply aroused her beyond all reason. Her joined hands jerked on the handle, and forced another scream out of the suffering woman beneath her, and the effect on her own cunt brought her close to orgasm.

Her thighs flexed as she rolled her hips to rub her cunt all over Elizabeth's face, masturbating herself rather than letting the woman lick and suck her. All the while, she worked the dildo like a joystick, in addition to jerking on it with varying degrees of force. From the way Elizabeth's thighs trembled, she knew the pain was steadily building up as her vagina grew increasingly sore and abraded. Every once in a while she would thump the end of the dildo with the heel of her palm, hammering the scale covered tool against the woman's cervix and sending jolting impacts driving into her womb. This total assault on Elizabeth's genitals excited and aroused Sarah beyond words, and her hips moved faster and faster as her climax approached. When she felt her orgasm just about to break, she jerked hard on the dildo, wringing a loud scream from the woman beneath her, and those vibrations were the trigger that pushed her over the top. She shuddered and gasped, mercilessly mashing her cunt into Elizabeth's face until every last quiver and contraction had been squeezed out of her throbbing loins. Then she tipped forward and collapsed, pressing her cheek against Elizabeth's inner thigh, her face close to the woman's reddened, dripping cunt, and the torture dildo that still protruded from the tightly stretched vagina.

***

After she had caught her breath, Sarah still had the pleasure of pulling the dildo out of Elizabeth's cunt. Of course,, she deliberately pulled hard enough to make the extraction a slow and painful exercise, which caused much hissing and gasping. She noted that the scales were flecked with traces of blood, which gave her another tingle in her cunt. "That was marvellous," she said, and gave Elizabeth a kiss on the cheek and both nipples.

Mindful of her responsibilities, Elizabeth thanked her in turn, then said, "I should remind you that I haven't had an orgasm. I don't expect you to pleasure me, but I'd be happy to come for your entertainment."

Sarah knew how sore Elizabeth's clitoris and vagina were, so the idea of the woman trying to pleasure herself was appealing,, and she nodded. She grabbed a chair and placed it next to the woman. "Put your foot up on the seat, and spread wide so that I have a good view."

Obediently, Elizabeth braced her leg up on the chair, parting her thighs gymnastically wide. She had no illusions about the condition of her cunt. Both vagina and clitoris, and the other bits, were burning in pain, and intensely raw and sore. Masturbating was going to be a fresh torture, through which she would have to manage to stimulate herself enough to come. Obviously, she could try to fake an orgasm, but there was a good chance that Sarah would spot it, and besides, her personal honour wouldn't allow it. She agreed to accept payment in exchange for faithfully providing her pain and sexual responses to her client, and professional pride wouldn't allow her to fake anything. She saw Sarah was looking intently into her eyes,and she smiled back. "This might take a while. Why don't you take a seat and watch in comfort." When Sarah had grabbed another chair and sat down, she waved her hand. "Closer. Get a good look. This is all for you. My cunt hurts like hell, and now I'm going to hurt it some more as I come just for you."

Her words made Sarah quiver with excitement, and her hand went between her legs to cup and squeeze. She inhaled sharply when Elizabeth spread her cunt open, and she saw how swollen and red her clitoris was. "I really did a job on your clit, didn't I."

With no anger or bitterness, Elizabeth nodded, and the corner of her mouth quirked in a smile. "You certainly did. It still feels like it should be bleeding. If I were on my own, I'd be pressing an ice-pack on it and moaning in self-pity."

"But you look so …" Sarah said, unable to find an appropriate word.

"Normal? Casual?" Elizabeth chuckled. "My job is to hurt for you. To please and entertain you with the pain of my genitals. That makes it all right. In fact, it makes it good. Having you watch me suffer excites me. Turns me on like nothing else." Her fingers shifted. "I'm going to touch my clit now. I may make some noise. Don't worry, I'll have an orgasm, no matter what."

Sarah watched eagerly as Elizabeth's fingers slowly approached her clit. They touched, and Sarah saw the woman's thighs and abdomen tense as she hissed. She almost giggled in delight at this obvious sign of pain, and her body rocked forward, silently urging the fingers on as they began to stroke and rub the clit. She slowly masturbated in parallel, imagining the burning soreness that filled Elizabeth's clit, even though she had no desire to actually feel it herself. As she continued to watch, she was actually surprised when the woman's body began to respond to the determined caresses, and despite the obvious pain, Elizabeth was becoming aroused.

Elizabeth's mind and body rocked with the warring waves of pleasure and pain. Part of her mind screamed for her to stop rubbing her agonisingly sore clit. Even the clenching of her vagina produced jolts of additional suffering. But another part of her mind called for her to keep going, that it felt good, that she wanted it, needed it. Above it all, Elizabeth kept her eyes locked on Sarah's fascinated expression, and the girl's undeniable excitement. Whatever she was feeling, it was pleasing and arousing her client, and that was the most important factor, so she kept rubbing and stroking, ignoring both the moans of pleasure and gasps of pain that came from her lips. "I'm getting there," she said, and her hips rocked and quivered. Then an image formed in her overloaded mind, and she wondered if Sarah would respond in the way she imagined. "Nearly," she said, her voice tight and hoarse with the straining tension. Her foot pivoted on the chair seat as she pushed her hips forward towards Sarah's face. "I'm … I'm coming!" she cried, and orgasmic contractions grabbed her body and shook it like a rag doll. She allowed a second to savour the sensual victory, then with a smile that was nearly a snarl, she pulled her labia and clitoral hood back hard, baring her clit, and waited.

Sarah's eyes widened when she spotted the subtle movements of Elizabeth's fingers, and she immediately understood her intention. Without hesitation, she reached out and pinched the woman's clitoris hard, even as the orgasmic contractions still pulsed through her vagina.

Elizabeth screamed, loud and shrill, as agony smashed her orgasm. She staggered, her foot coming off the chair, and she collapsed onto the floor, ripping her clit from Sarah's grip. Her knees drew up to her chest and she rolled and rocked on the floor, sobbing in shock and pain. But deep inside, she was grinning madly in satisfaction.

Sarah knelt beside the quivering woman and stroked her sweat glistening skin, drinking in this amazing climax to their games. "You did so well. Thank you. That was fantastic."

After half a minute, Elizabeth rolled over and looked up at the girl. "I saw you playing with yourself. You haven't come. That's not right. Let me satisfy you," she said, licking her lips to emphasise what she meant. When Sarah nodded, she crawled between Sarah's legs and pressed her face into the girl's cunt again, and her lips and tongue got busy.

***

"Another job well done," Ms Kroll said, showing Elizabeth the completed electronic fund transfer on her tablet. "And another big tip from a satisfied client. She's already on social media singing your praises. I think we need to increase your standard fee."

Elizabeth grinned. "My pleasure," she said with total sincerity. "I'd be happy to see Sarah again any time." She paused and added, "After I've recovered." She didn't put it past Ms Kroll to book her for tomorrow if she wasn't careful with her words. The thought made her smile widen.

The End.