Visiting Pain

VISITING PAIN

Chapter One

Elizabeth stroked the fabric of her tight black dress as she considered her first day at the Extreme S&M Escort agency. As a heavy masochist, she looked forward to what her clients would do to her. In her contract, she had specified a focus on receiving female genital torture. It was not an easy requirement to satisfy, even for a masochist, but the pay was good and that was why she was there. The agency was known for catering to the kinks that others found unacceptable. Elizabeth knocked on the door that bore a plaque that read "Stephanie Kroll – Agent".

"Enter," said a throaty female voice.

Elizabeth entered the office and walked over to the large desk of polished wood and metal. She shook the agent's proffered hand. This was the person who would manage her assignments and handle her fees. She knew she had to make a good impression.

All business, Ms. Kroll nodded and said, "Welcome to the agency. Before I can find you clients, I need to be sure of how you perform. Take off your panties." Without waiting to see if Elizabeth obeyed, she went over to one end of the room and pulled aside a curtain to reveal a gynaecologist's chair. "Hop on and get in position."

Her face flushed, Elizabeth tucked her panties into her handbag, set it down on the desk, and climbed onto the chair. She leaned back, hooked her heels into the stirrups, and watched apprehensively as Ms. Kroll rolled a chair over and sat down with her face close to Elizabeth's exposed vulva.

"Your agreement specifies genital torture. I want you to understand this includes all parts of your genitalia, including your vagina, cervix, and even your uterus if the client wants it. Clients can be both male or female, by the way. Now I want you to imagine the client has asked you to suggest a suitable torture. Please describe one in detail. Feel free to use the technical terms if you know them."

Elizabeth took a deep breath to relax before answering. "The cervix is very sensitive and can easily be reached with a small wooden rod. Used forcefully it can injure the cervix, which will cause excruciating pain and bleeding. If you like, I'll spread my labia and expose my vagina for you so that you can easily get at my cervix. Please hurt it as much as you like."

Ms. Kroll raised an eyebrow and said, "Very nice. You're definitely a submissive. I'll need to see how well you follow orders, though. There is a bottle of lubricant in that drawer." She pointed to a drawer in a filing cabinet. "Go get it, then come back and put some on your clitoris. When Elizabeth had obeyed, Ms. Kroll produced a short leather strap. "Spread your lips wide and show me your clitoris. I'm going to whip it six times. You will not move and you'll thank me for each stroke. If you don't do as you are told, I'll call off your application, and you'll be asked to leave. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ms. Kroll."

"Good. Go ahead then."

Elizabeth closed her eyes and spread her labia as instructed. She imagined her clitoris sticking out and begging to be hurt. Her heart beat fast and heat rushed into her pussy as she waited for the strap to crack against her helpless clit. The first strike was painful, but Elizabeth didn't move. She managed to count and thank her mistress for the first stroke, but she let out an involuntary squeal for the second stroke. Ms. Kroll stopped and demanded, "What the hell did I tell you?

Her voice shaking, Elizabeth said, "I'm sorry Ms. Kroll. It was just the surprise of being whipped for real. Please hit my clitoris another six times. I promise to take it well this time.

"Humph!" Ms. Kroll looked at the clock on the wall and said, "I'm going to give you a second chance, but if you screw up again, I'm sending you home."

Elizabeth thanked her and braced herself for the rest of the whipping. Ms. Kroll hit her clit much harder this time. The pain was intense, but she felt a rising excitement and arousal as her clitoris was so roughly abused. The thought of having the rest of her genitalia tortured almost made her come. She wondered if Ms. Kroll would do anything to her vagina which was dripping wet with excitement.

When it was over, Ms. Kroll stood up and said, "You'll do. You're inexperienced, but you seem to be a perfect little masochist. I can find clients for you right away. I want you back here tomorrow at noon to meet your first client. Be sure to shave your vulva."

Chapter Two

As Elizabeth reported to the designated playroom and the waiting client, she suspected that Ms. Kroll had deliberately selected a difficult client, just to see how she would perform. Which meant she would have to accept and endure anything the client wanted with a smile on her face, no matter how rough or unreasonable that person was. She placed her hand on the scanner plate and the door clicked open. She stepped into the room and saw an attractive middle-aged woman waiting. "Hi. I'm Elizabeth. I'll be attending to you today."

The woman looked Elizabeth up and down critically, then nodded. "You can call me Jane. Don't bother with the mistress and goddess stuff. For your information, I'm not a lesbian. I just like playing with the pussy of an attractive woman."

"By playing you mean hurting," Elizabeth said with a smile.

"Yes, exactly." Jane pointed to a chair with a large hole in the seat. "Sit down there and pull your panties off. Show me your pussy."
Elizabeth sat down and raised the front of her skirt to expose her vulva. She spread her legs so that Jane could see her labia. "Just tell me if you want me to spread or hold myself in any particular way."

Jane nodded. "I was told that I'm free to play with every part of that, and not just the outside," she said, pointing at Elizabeth's pussy.
"That's right. You can go in as deep as you like and do whatever you like. We have various speculums and devices to open my vagina up if you want, and every kind of tool and implement imaginable for you to use on my genitals."
Jane smiled evilly. "Good. I really want to do a number on your vagina. I'd prefer you to keep the noise level down as much as you can. No drama or acting."
"I understand," Elizabeth said. "How would you like to start?"
"Lie back and spread your legs wide."

Elizabeth obeyed and was soon rewarded by a series of slaps on her exposed vulva. Jane didn't hit hard, but she kept on hitting, gradually increasing the power of her blows. Elizabeth could feel the heat of the quick stinging smacks building in her pussy as Jane continued slapping it. "Would you like my pussy opened up for you?" she said in between the stinging blows.

Jane tilted her head in thought as she brought her hand down hard, the loud smack ringing in her ears. "Just open your hole up with your fingers for now. Stretch it out as best you can. I think I'll use a hat-pin on your vagina and cervix for a start."

Elizabeth slid a couple of fingers into her wet hole and pulled it open. She wondered if Jane was going to hurt her clitoris too. Her pussy throbbed with the arousal that came from having her genitals so roughly handled. She moaned involuntarily when she saw Jane holding a thin, steel hat-pin, the point wickedly sharp. The muscles of her thighs tensed when the tip of the hat-pin approached her tightly stretched vaginal opening, searching for a suitable spot.
Jane took her time, probing with the pin, making small punctures in the tender flesh. Elizabeth gasped and clenched her teeth each time the point sank into her vagina. Jane was careful to avoid injuring anything vital and Elizabeth knew that she would not bleed, at least not much.
Suddenly, Jane jabbed the pin deep inside and Elizabeth let out a yell as she felt the point sink into the wall of her vagina. Her fingers almost slipped, but despite the burning pain she managed to adjust her grip and continue to hold her vagina wide open so that Jane could continue to drive the hat-pin into her sexual flesh. She panted and moaned, struggling to remain still, her eyes rolling up. The pain was excruciating. Elizabeth wondered how much Jane was enjoying her suffering. She guessed that Jane wouldn't be satisfied with just torturing her vagina. After a while, Jane pulled the pin out of her vagina. Elizabeth took the opportunity to take a few deep breaths and relax, her hands trembling slightly from the pain. She stared at the tip of the hat-pin, which was stained red with her blood.

"Let me get a speculum so that I can properly get at your cervix," Jane said, and went over to the cabinets that held the huge collection of instruments. She returned with a speculum that consisted of four stainless steel rods mounted on a handle with several knurled knobs that allowed them to be spread apart. "I like this better than the duck-billed type. It doesn't shield so much of your vagina." She knelt down and ungently shoved the rods into Elizabeth, then spun the wheels until the rods spread wide apart, forcing her victim's vagina to spread agonisingly wide, almost to the point of tearing. She peered into the gaping hole and grinned. "Ah, there it is. You pretty little cervix. Now to have some fun with it," she said and waved the hat-pin tauntingly.

The speculum was very painful, but Elizabeth didn't complain. She kept her eyes on the hat-pin and focused on breathing deeply to help her relax. She wondered if Jane would use the hat-pin on her clitoris too.

Jane poked the hat-pin into Elizabeth's cervix, twisting and turning the point while Elizabeth whimpered and writhed. Seeing the deadly steel point repeatedly pierce the entrance of Elizabeth's womb made Jane chuckle in delight. She loved hurting and damaging the sexual organs of other women, and it made her dizzy with arousal. Carefully, she aimed the hat-pin at the tiny opening in the middle of the cervix and worked it into that clenched hole, then pushed the pin in deeper until she felt the point touch the wall of Elizabeth's uterus. With a grunt of joy, she jabbed hard.

Elizabeth cried out as she felt the point penetrate deep inside. The pain was excruciating, and she writhed in agony. Her body felt hot and weak, but she knew she had to endure. "Please torture my clitoris," she pleaded. "Please hurt it for me."

Jane withdrew the hat-pin and nodded. "All right, I will. But you have to expose your clit for me and keep it pushed out and vulnerable, no matter what I do to it. Can you do that?"

Elizabeth nodded. "Yes. Do what you like to my clitoris. I'll hold it steady for you. I promise."

Jane put the hat-pin down and went to fetch a pair of sharp-tipped tweezers and a disposable cigarette lighter.

Chills of fear ran down Elizabeth's spine, but her fingers were steady where they held her clitoral hood pulled tightly back. She looked at the tweezers and knew she was going to be burned. The idea of having her clitoris torched made her shiver with apprehension and her pussy throb. She loved it when her genitals were tortured and abused.

Jane knelt between Elizabeth's legs and held the lighter under the tweezers until the metal glowed orange. She stared at the red-hot metal and sighed with regret. The agency wouldn't allow her to burn off Elizabeth's clitoris, so she languidly waved the tweezers in the air, allowing the metal to cool down to less destructive levels. Then her smile returned. It wouldn't sear the waiting clit, but it was still going to be dreadfully painful. The thought of hurting the other woman's sexual parts this way filled her with joy.

The red-hot tweezers moved in closer, until finally the heated tips touched Elizabeth's clitoris. A wave of pain swept over her. She screamed and her torso jerked back, but she managed to keep her fingers steady, exposing her clit for her torturer.

Jane smiled at Elizabeth's reaction. The tweezers moved back and forth, searing the little nub with pain. The ability to hurt a woman's most intimate parts this way was simply glorious. She studied the wounded clitoris, which was swollen and reddened, but not visibly harmed. Plenty of room for more torture.

Elizabeth cried out and tears ran down her face as the tweezers worked on her clitoris. The heat was intense and the pain was unbearable, but she struggled to keep still and hold her clitoris out for her torturer. The pain drove her crazy. She longed to be able to touch her pussy and rub herself to orgasm, but Jane would never allow that. Right now her duty was to suffer for her client. Right now her supremely sensitive clit was not a source of pleasure, but the ultimate source of agony to be used and played with however Jane desired. The burning continued and it felt as if her clit was actually on fire, but still she persevered, doggedly presenting it to the kiss of the hot metal. Then she saw through tear-filled eyes the tweezers fall to the floor, and Jane pick up the hat-pin again. The woman briefly ran the tip through the flame of the lighter to sterilise it, and Elizabeth realised that Jane intended to stab her clit with the hat-pin.

Her face contorted with anticipation, Jane stared at the exposed clit, then slowly, deliberately, jabbed the pin into it.

Elizabeth's body went rigid and she screamed, her whole existence focussed on the point of the hat-pin. She saw the point enter the hood of her clitoris, then slide into the clitoris itself, the pain beyond imagining. The hat-pin jerked from side to side, twisting her clitoris as the metal shaft worked in the tiny piercing, grating against injured nerves. Veins pulsed on her forehead as she groaned through tightly clenched teeth.

"So beautiful," Jane said, her hand working the hat-pin, savagely hurting the beautiful woman's clitoris. She wished she could use a red-hot branding iron on her vagina, or pour hot water into her uterus, but for now, this would have to do. Releasing the hat-pin she jammed two fingers into the helpless vagina. She dug her fingernails into the slick muscular walls of the woman's vagina and raked them down and along the tight clenching passage. One last insult to the woman's sexual parts. Jane grinned as Elizabeth yelled out and thrashed in pain as her abused genitals were so viciously handled. Elizabeth knew she had to be submissive and take anything a client wanted, but she couldn't help flinching as Jane clawed at her vagina. The pain was intense, and she screamed and writhed uncontrollably.

When she was satisfied, Jane stood up and patted Elizabeth on the head. "You're a good cunt. I think I'll come back and play with you again."

Still shuddering in pain, Elizabeth nodded, careful not to jolt the hat-pin that still skewered her clitoris. "Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed hurting my pussy. I'd be happy to offer it to you again." She watched as the client sauntered happily out of the room. Then she carefully withdrew the hat-pin and closed her legs around the fingers that pressed the bud tightly to staunch any bleeding. She was still wet with excitement and her clit throbbed from the pain. She hoped Jane would call her again soon.

Chapter Three

Ms. Kroll had been pleased with Elizabeth's performance and with Jane's positive comments, and had immediately transferred the fee to Elizabeth's bank account. "Go home and rest, and send me a message when you're healed and ready for the next client."

It was more than two weeks before Elizabeth felt recovered enough to resume her duties. She sat at the desk and typed a message to Ms. Kroll to say that she was ready for a new assignment. She wondered who would be her next client, and what would be expected of her. She waited impatiently for the notification of a reply to arrive. The first session with Jane had left her incredibly horny, and she had masturbated several times a day, even while her pussy was still healing and even though it hurt to directly touch her clit. The message finally came and she hurried to the agency to see Ms. Kroll.

The agent was as brisk and businesslike as ever. "You'll be seeing a new client today. His name is Henry. He wants you to show him your genitals and masturbate for him. That's it."

"Really?" Elizabeth said, feeling both surprised and disappointed.

Ms. Kroll snorted. "Of course not. Yes, he wants all that, but he'll want to hurt your cunt and, unlike your last client, fuck you as well. Remember that your mouth and anus are also available to him, and he's entitled to fuck your pussy no matter how battered or bloody it is at the time. But as always, genital torture is the primary service you'll provide. Remember, you need to make him feel welcome to explore and torture every part of your genitals in any way he wants." She waved dismissively. "Anyway, just go into Room 7, which is already activated. The client will be along shortly. If you have any questions, ask him."

Elizabeth had been instructed to undress completely before entering the room and was waiting for the client when she heard a knock on the door. She opened the door and greeted Henry. Her body went cold when she saw and recognised his face. Henry was an ex-colleague, one whose face she had slapped at a Christmas party after he had drunkenly groped her buttock. He had left the company shortly after, and given his presence at the agency, he had done well for himself. Henry wasn't his name of course. She saw that he recognised her too and a grin spread across his face. She suddenly felt very naked and ashamed, but she fought down the urge to cover her breasts and crotch, and instead stepped back to let him into the room. It wasn't her place to be familiar with a client, so she just smiled and said, "I'm Elizabeth, and I'm here to serve you today."

Henry's grin grew wider. "Ah, yes, Elizabeth. What a happy coincidence. How could I forget such a beautiful face? And I see you remember me as well. You look even more lovely than you did before."

Elizabeth smiled sweetly. "Thank you. Would you like me to do anything in particular?" she said, holding out her hands to her sides. She twirled slowly in a circle to let him view her naked body. His lustful gaze felt like ice chips blown across her skin. She had no doubt at all that he was going to get even for that slap in the most agonising ways possible, and it would be her job to help him do it.

"I'm told I can do anything I like to your cunt," he said, with heavy emphasis on the last word. Tell me what I can do to you, and then ask me nicely to do it. And look at me when you speak."

"Yes, sir. You can do anything you like to my cunt, and to any other part of my body. Please feel free to explore and use me as you wish. I would very much like for you to hurt my cunt in whatever ways please you. Naturally I'll show you my genitals to the fullest extent, as well as masturbate and come for you as many times as you desire."

"Oh my. Are you telling me that your precious vagina isn't off-limits any more?" Henry said.

"No, sir. My cunt is completely available for you to do whatever you want with it, including inserting anything that will fit into my vagina. You may also insert whatever you choose into my anus, as long as it doesn't tear me."

"That's wonderful to hear. I have no intention of tearing you up, at least not yet, but I might find some interesting things to shove into that hole of yours. Is your clitoris sensitive?"

"Yes, sir. My clit is very sensitive."

"So it would hurt if I touch it?" It went without saying that his touch wouldn't be gentle.

"Yes, sir. My clitoris is very sensitive to the touch. You can easily cause me a lot of pain just by playing with it roughly."

"Excellent. I intend to pay a lot of attention to it."

"Thank you, sir. I'll do my best to help you hurt my clit."

"That's only to be expected. I look forward to seeing how much I can make you scream by torturing your clit. Now be a good girl and show it to me. Pull your labia and hood well back so that it's completely exposed. I want to see what I'm working with," Henry said.

Elizabeth shuffled her feet apart, then pulled her labia apart with her fingers and used her thumbs to push her clitoral hood back, exposing her clit. She wondered what he would use to hurt it. Even though she hadn't played with it yet, her clit tingled and ached sweetly, and was stiffly erect. She saw that he was preparing to snap his finger against her exposed bud and tensed her thighs to brace herself against the pain. The finger flicked her clit hard, then Henry rubbed his finger up and down against her clit a few times, sending waves of uncomfortable pleasure jolting through her. He pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger and squeezed tightly. Elizabeth flinched and yelped in pain, but held quite still apart from the fine tremble of her taut muscles. She felt his fingernail dig into her clit as he pulled and stretched the unfortunate bud.

Grinning evilly, Henry said, "Stay standing as you are and masturbate. But you're not to come. Tell me when you are just about to orgasm, then present your clit to me again. I'm sure you know why." He nodded when Elizabeth started to stroke and rub herself, her feet spread apart so that he had a good view of what she was doing. It was harder to masturbate while standing up because her knees felt weak from the powerful sensations, but she did her best.

Henry reached over to a wall rack and picked up a stiff leather strap, then returned to watch the woman play with herself. He studied her face and body as she masturbated, her hand moving frantically over her pussy, fingertips circling her clit. He could see her breathing change and her legs stiffen, and he knew she was close to coming.

Elizabeth was desperate to orgasm, but she remembered her instructions and knew that she mustn't come without permission. Her hand worked furiously, and her eyes flicked to the strap. It was hard not to rub just a bit more and accidentally come, but she reluctantly said, "I'm nearly there." Her loins screaming in need, she spread herself again and pushed her hips forward to present her clitoris.

Henry brought the strap down hard, slapping the tip of the woman's clit.

Elizabeth shrieked as her clit was viciously slapped by the strap, the pain searing through her. She couldn't believe that her clit could hurt so much. It felt as if it had been cut in two.

Henry brought the strap down again and again, smacking it against Elizabeth's clit with spiteful delight. He only stopped after about twenty-five strokes, then stood back to appreciate the effect his work had on his victim.

Elizabeth was panting hard and tears ran down her face. Her legs felt weak and she thought she would collapse. Her clitoris flamed and pulsed with agony, and it felt as if the entire bud was shredded and ought to be covered in blood. She looked down and saw her clit throb and twitch with each heartbeat. The red, swollen organ looked grotesquely misshapen, although she had to admit that he had judged the force of his blows well, not causing any serious damage to such a delicate part of her body. She took a deep breath to clear her mind, then said, "Would you like to move on to something else or continue to work on my clit?"

Henry laughed. "Continue. I want to hear you scream some more."

Elizabeth forced herself to spread her legs again, and present her tortured clit to Henry. She watched him bring the strap down once more, but this time her clit had recovered sufficiently to feel even more pain than before. Her screams rose up as he continued to work on her, his blows steady and well-timed. However, he took care to let only the very tip of the strap snap against her clitoris, instead of pounding the entire area around it. Tears ran down her face and she made all manner of shameful noises as he continued to savagely hurt her clit. When he finally stopped, she swayed and almost fell to her knees. She cried out in agony when he took hold of her swollen clit between thumb and forefinger.

"I'm glad to see you can still feel my touch. But it's time to move on to something else," Henry said, breathing heavily in arousal. This was the most fun he'd had in ages. "Get on that table on your back. Knees up and apart. Time to play with your vagina."

Elizabeth was in too much pain to worry about his intentions. She climbed onto the table and spread her legs. Since he'd said vagina she pulled her labia open without being asked. Her clit throbbed like a hot coal, but she knew there was much more to come.

Henry took his time selecting from the array of implements, then came over to stand beside the table, admiring his victim's pussy. He looked down and into her gaping vagina. "Pretty little hole. I hope you understand that I intend to totally wreck it."

Elizabeth nodded, her belly tense with both fear and excitement. "Yes sir. That's what I'm here for. My vagina is yours to use however you like. The same goes for my cervix and my womb. You're welcome to explore any part of me you like, especially my genitals."

"Very well. Then we'll begin with some rubber-band play. Keep yourself spread wide. I want to be able to hit all of it, your inner labia, your pee hole, and your vaginal opening. I want to see the reactions of your entire genital region."

"I'll do my best, sir." Elizabeth pulled herself open wider. She stared at the thick rubber band that Henry waved in front of her face. She knew the damage it could do, but there were many things much worse than that. Nevertheless, she tensed in apprehension as he looped the rubber band over his thumb and forefinger.

Henry then positioned it over her clitoris and stretched the band up and taut with his other hand. He took careful aim and let it fly.

Elizabeth cried out in pain when the rubber band smacked against her clit with a sharp snap. It felt as if someone had driven a red-hot needle through the swollen bud. She writhed in agony as waves of pain flowed up her clit and into her belly. She moaned and held herself very still, knowing that the pain had just begun. The rubber band shifted slightly lower until it was positioned over her urethra. Henry grinned gleefully, and his eyes were bright with excitement as he pulled the rubber band up and taut.

Henry watched Elizabeth's face as he released the rubber band. He was pleased by the loud scream, and how her body convulsed when the rubber band struck home against her urethra. Her hips bucked and rocked as agony washed over her, but he nodded in approval when her legs remained wide apart and her cunt properly exposed. When he saw she was able to pay attention again he said, "Your vagina next. I want you to bear down as hard as you can. Thrust your cervix down and out as much as you're able. Push your vagina out as far as possible too so the rubber band can get at it. I want to see your vagina stretched out as if in prolapse, or at least as best you can manage. I want you to push yourself hard to get your vagina ready for me. Let me see how much effort you'll go to in order to serve me."

All the resentment and anger forgotten in the moment, Elizabeth did as she was told and pushed hard with her abdominal muscles, almost forcing a spurt of pee out of her urethra. But her efforts were rewarded by the feeling of her vagina compressing and bulging, almost a prolapse, bringing her vaginal walls out towards her opening, and also towards the waiting rubber band.

Henry took careful aim and let the rubber band fly.

Elizabeth screamed, and her body convulsed as the rubber band snapped against her vagina. The pain was worse than anything she'd ever felt before. It was as if her vagina had been torn open with a knife. She moaned and whimpered as the agony continued to surge through her pelvis, but she knew she had to hold still and keep her cunt exposed to the punishing strip of rubber. This was her job now, and by god she would do it well. Besides, it felt strangely good to let her cunt be used like this, even by someone she didn't like. She held her breath as the rubber stretched taut again.

Henry was having a wonderful time, but he had to take care not to go too far. He needed to save something for later. He aimed carefully and let the rubber band snap forward again.

Elizabeth howled as her vagina was struck. It felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been thrust up her vagina.

Again Henry waited until she stopped convulsing and her eyes were focused on him. "One more, then we'll try something else. Sound good?"

Elizabeth nodded, gritted her teeth, and tensed her body to await the final blow. She shouted in agony as her vagina was hit one last time. Her clit throbbed, her urethra burned with internal fire, and she could feel her vagina pulsing in agony, but she kept her legs spread wide, and her labia held open. She was both surprised and pleased when Henry patted the red-streaked folds of her vaginal opening.

"You're doing good," he said. "I'm impressed."

"Thank you, sir." Elizabeth said. "I'm glad that you're enjoying hurting my vagina."

"Oh, I am, but now I need to get some other things into it. Really spread yourself for me. Let's see how far apart those pretty pussy lips can go."

Elizabeth grabbed her labia and pulled them as wide as possible. The feeling of complete exposure was exciting and arousing. She imagined all manner of horrific things being done to her cunt, things that she wouldn't actually want to happen. She realised that her masochism was ramping up, and she was eager for the next torture to fall upon her helpless cunt.

Henry selected a new toy and held it up for her to see. It was transparent plastic container filled with thumb tacks. "Guess where these are going," he said. "But first, we need to open you up." He reached for the speculum and roughly shoved the bills of the tool into her vagina. With quick efficient motions, he spread her vagina wide open. Then he opened the bottle of thumb tacks, and with a grin, poured them in.

Elizabeth braced for pain, but then realised that nothing would happen until the speculum was removed. Then she felt the bills of the speculum slightly close and slowly slide out of her vagina. At first, the feeling of pressure on the walls of her cunt was intense, but bearable, then the tacks began to shift and move. As the speculum left her cunt the tacks began to stab painfully into the soft tissue of her vagina.

Henry smiled as he watched his victim squirm and cry out as the tacks dug painfully into her genital flesh. He placed his palm on her vulva and pressed, increasing the pressure against the tacks.

Elizabeth moaned and curled her toes in fright, then gasped as a hundred tiny metal points dug into her vaginal walls. The painful pricking made her vagina clench and contract, which only pressed the tacks harder against her sexual flesh. She felt Henry's hand pressing the tacks even deeper into her cunt. She imagined the damage that was being done to her vaginal walls. The tacks were digging deep.

But Henry wasn't done yet. He produced a rigid plastic dildo, which he inserted into her vagina. Carefully, he slid the dildo in until he felt it touch the jumbled mass tacks. Then, with a slow smooth motion he pushed against the tacks, packing them tighter into her cunt. He grinned at her gasps of pain, and the way her thighs twitched in terror. He kept pushing the dildo into her vagina, driving the points of the tacks into her flesh with repeated thrusts. "How does that feel?"

Elizabeth was panting and trying not to cry out. Each thrust of the dildo sent a fresh wave of pain through her cunt as the tacks both stabbed and scraped, but she braced her feet against the table and rocked her hips in time to his thrusts, helping him torture her vagina. It took her a while to notice the warm trickle of blood down the cleft of her cunt. The sensation was shocking. She realised that she was bleeding, but didn't care.

Henry continued to thrust the dildo into the woman's bloody genital flesh. He was impressed that she didn't ask him to stop, and how she kept her cunt well-exposed for him. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer. He withdrew the dildo, then pulled his trousers down to free his stiff and aching cock. He dabbed the mixture of blood and sexual juices leaking from Elizabeth's cunt over her arsehole, then pressed the head of his cock against that tight orifice. He had to push hard to gain entrance, and he grunted with pleasure as his shaft sank into the woman's anal canal.

Elizabeth bit her lip when Henry's cock rammed its way into her arse. It was intensely painful because it caused the tacks in her vagina to jab even harder into her flesh. She tried to hold still, and not clench her cunt, but that was impossible. She could feel every prickle of the tacks against her genital flesh. Each twitch and tremble of her muscles drove the sharp metal tips deeper. Her arse burned as it was forced to stretch around the thick invader, and she whimpered when the base of Henry's cock thumped against her sore and bruised vaginal opening when he thrust hard and deep into her rectum. She heard him groan and felt him shudder, and she realised he was coming inside her arse.

Henry grunted and gasped in pleasure. Her arsehole felt deliciously warm and tight, and the tacks jabbing into the walls of her vagina stimulated him even more. He kept his cock buried inside her as his balls emptied into her arse. He finally pulled out and looked at her. "Not bad. Now we can go back to the rubber bands."

The thought of having the rubber band applied to her cunt while it was filled with tacks made her heart pound, although she wasn't sure if it was out of fear or excitement. She was definitely horny after having her arsehole fucked, and she was ready for more. Without hesitation, she drew her knees back and spread her labia wide as before.

"Let's do this a little differently this time," Henry said. "I'm going to snap your cunt hole, then you have five seconds to play with your clit before you spread yourself for another one. It stops when you come. Or your vagina starts to really bleed. Ready?"

"Yes, sir," Elizabeth said. She knew it was pointless to object. If her cunt bled and the game stopped, she would lose. Besides, she didn't think that Henry was going to hit her clit, and she would have five seconds to recover and prepare for the next blow. She was also very close to orgasm, and the awful game actually made her super horny. Despite the tacks in her vagina, she spread wide and pushed down with her abdominal muscles as Henry pulled and stretched the rubber band.

Henry released the rubber band. He was rewarded with a loud shriek, but then he saw the woman frantically rub her clit. She was already coming. That was annoying, but it also aroused him. He didn't bother to wait for her to finish. He just pulled the rubber band up and taut for the next blow.

Even as her mind and body rocked and shuddered with her orgasm, Elizabeth managed to spread herself one more time. The rubber band slammed into her cunt again. She screamed as the pain drove her orgasm higher. Her clit was on fire, but it felt wonderful. She could feel the tacks digging into her vagina, but she didn't care. There was no way she could stop her cunt from convulsing with orgasmic spasms.

Henry tossed the rubber band aside and waited for her to stop convulsing. With a grin he said, "Now we need to get those pins out. Get up and squat down. I want to see you push every last one out of your vagina before we're done. If you miss one I'll get the tweezers and pliers."

Elizabeth got up off the table and squatted as directed. The movement caused the tacks to shift inside her cunt and poke into different parts of her vagina, and they pricked her cervix as well. Her orgasm was still fading, her body ached badly, and she was exhausted, but she obeyed without hesitation. She held her cunt open with the fingers of one hand, and started to push. She grimaced as she felt a tack move inside her cunt, but couldn't get it out. It was lodged too deeply. She clenched her abdomen and tried again. Finally, with a grunt, the tack popped out of her straining opening, agonisingly scraping her vagina on the way. The next tack was easier, and soon the pain in her cunt eased as the tacks were expelled from her vaginal cavity. The feeling of her cunt walls being scraped and punctured was awful, and the pain was excruciating, but she did it without complaint. Her cunt felt like raw hamburger when the last tack was expelled, and her thighs were smeared with blood, but she grinned when the last tack dropped to the table-top. "I'm all cut and bloody inside. Would you like a feel?" she asked.

"I'd be honoured," Henry said. With surprising gentleness, he reached out and pushed two fingers into her vagina. He probed the hot, blood-slick genital flesh, feeling the scrapes and tears in her vaginal walls as he eyed the tacks scattered over the table. "Sweet," he said.

Elizabeth's cunt was on fire, and she knew she would bleed a lot more if Henry decided to fuck her again, but she wanted it. She was more horny than she had ever been. When he pulled his fingers out of her, she slid off the table and dropped to her knees to take his cock in her mouth, ignoring where it had just been.

Henry groaned with pleasure as she enthusiastically sucked him back to full hardness. He sighed happily in response to how she bobbed her head up and down.

When he was ready, Elizabeth got back onto the table and drew him between her legs. Pain shot through her belly when his cock sank into her cunt, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and energetically fucked him, each stroke of his cock rubbing and hurting the wounds in her vagina. Her cunt was filled with agony and ecstasy. She was close to coming again when he shuddered and spurted his seed inside her, and a moment later her cunt pulsed with a mind-blowing orgasm, causing her to moan and buck beneath him.

When the throbbing pleasure of his orgasm faded, Henry pulled his cock out of her cunt and stood there looking at her. "That was wild. I'd like to see you again, if you want."
Elizabeth could have said, "I'm a prostitute. I'll do anything if you pay me." But instead she smiled and nodded. "I think I'd like that."

Chapter Four

Ms. Kroll had been very pleased with her performance based on Henry's feedback, and had even paid her a bonus. However, while Elizabeth was at home recuperating she began to have doubts about her career with the agency. Not because of the pain or humiliation. Far from it. She was enjoying herself greatly, and that was the problem. She had always been a sexual masochist, but had never been self-destructive or manic. On the other hand, she had never experienced the opportunities for sadistic sex such as the agency presented to her, nor the financial incentive to give her masochism free rein. Her cunt still hurt a great deal, but the physical injuries weren't the main reason she was thinking about quitting. It was because she was scared she might not be able to stop. That if she stayed, she would end up in a psychiatric ward. Or suffer severe and permanent injuries despite the agency's rules. She could easily imagine herself doing something so extreme, and so horrific, that she would end up a cautionary tale in the evening news. She started considering other forms of sex work, or even a normal job, for which she had more than adequate qualifications. It was just that sex work, especially s&m work, paid so much better and, she had to admit, was so much more fun. So even after she had fully recovered, she didn't report back to the agency, but moped around at home, looking at jobs on-line and considering doing cam-sex work. Finally, it was Ms. Kroll who called her.

"I'm sorry to call you like this, but I have this client I would like you to handle. She's young, nineteen or so, from a rich family, and very inexperienced. She thinks she likes s&m and female genital torture in particular, and would like to try it with someone patient and willing to be helpful. Most of the girls I have available are too aggressively submissive. They demand a strong dominant, and would have no patience for a client who doesn't have a firm hand. I'd like you to take her on as a favour."

Despite her doubts, Elizabeth had been getting cabin fever anyway, so after a few moments of thought she agreed. "All right. I'll do it. I hope I get extra for being a nanny."
"You will, don't worry. We'll meet at her place, the penthouse suite of a hotel. Don't worry about what to wear, or to bring. I'll have things there for you. The girl's name is Sarah, by the way."

"All right. When?"

"I'll pick you up at five."

Despite all her misgivings, Elizabeth couldn't help but feel excited at this new assignment. The thought of having a totally inexperienced but sadistic girl play with her genitals was totally hot. She imagined how the young girl might punish her cunt. A genital torture virgin, the youngster would probably start off gently, and work her way up. The thought made her horny.
True to her word, Ms. Kroll was on time and drove her to the hotel. She was quiet during the drive, and Elizabeth knew better than to ask her questions. Elizabeth didn't dress like a hooker, so she didn't attract stares from the hotel staff or security as they made their way to the penthouse suite. Ms. Kroll knocked on the door, and after a few moments it opened.
The young girl, Sarah, was beautiful, and looked shy. Her clothes were expensive, and she acted like someone who was used to giving orders, not receiving them. Ms. Kroll handed the girl a folder, which she took, but didn't open. This contained a copy of the agency's contract and terms of service. She gestured to Elizabeth and said, "Is she acceptable to you?"

"Will she do what I specified?" Sarah said.

"Of course."

Sarah looked at Elizabeth, then nodded. "Yes, she's acceptable."

"Did my people deliver the cases of gear?" Ms. Kroll said.

Sarah nodded and gestured behind herself. "Yes. It's here."

Ms. Kroll handed Elizabeth a second folder, and said, "Please sign this. You can read it later. Right now, I have another appointment, you'll have to take it from here."

Elizabeth accepted the folder and signed. She was now committed. The agent left, and Elizabeth turned to her new client.

Sarah was smiling, but in a nervous, uncomfortable way. "This is my first time with this sort of thing. Playing with a woman . . . genital torture I mean. I'm not sure where to start."

Elizabeth said, "We can start slow. I'm here to show you a good time, and not to judge. Just tell me what you'd like. Don't worry about sounding silly or pervy. There's nothing I won't do for you. Or let you do to me."

Sarah's eyes widened. "Really? I know what the agency said, but it's kind of hard to believe that any woman would . . ."

"Really let someone torture their pussy?" Elizabeth smiled and said, "It's true. My genitals are yours to play with, however you like."

"Wow. That's just … amazing."

"Yes. You're free to touch me, explore every inch of my genitalia, and anything else you want. No questions asked, no holds barred."

"That's so cool." Sarah paused, and then said, "I guess we can start by looking at your cunt. Do you mind if I call it a cunt?"

Elizabeth grinned. "Of course not. That's what it is, after all. Where do you want me? And should I undress first, or do you only want my panties off?"

Sarah blushed. "Just show me your cunt. Let's go in the bedroom. It's more comfortable."

Elizabeth followed the young woman into the master bedroom and stopped in the middle of the room. She slowly slid her skirt down, then her panties. Sarah stood beside the bed, watching intently.

"Your pussy is shaved," Sarah said. "I like that."

"Most clients prefer it that way," Elizabeth said. "The view is better, and marks show up clearly."

"Marks?"

"From the genital torture. Spankings, beatings, whatever."

"Oh. That makes sense I guess," Sarah said. "Can you lie down on the bed? On your back?"

"Sure." Elizabeth stretched out on the bed with her head on two pillows so she could see her client, and spread her legs. Her cunt was clearly visible in the bright light of the room.

Sarah sat down on the bed beside her, and her hand hesitantly reached out. She touched Elizabeth's genital lips and began to gently explore her cunt. "I've wanted to do this for the longest time," she said, her tone almost wistful. "I could have found lovers, or even quickies, and nobody would have said a word …"

"But you wanted to be in control. To be free to do whatever you wanted," Elizabeth said understandingly.

"Yeah. That's it. I wanted to be in charge."

"But genital torture isn't just about power. It's also about pain. In particular, hurting a woman's most intimate parts," Elizabeth said, as she tried to explore the girl's true desires.

A slow smile spread across Sarah's face. "Yes it is." She looked around as if afraid of being overheard. "I look at every attractive woman I see and imagine her screaming as I do terrible things to her cunt. But best of all, I imagine they allow me to do it, happily, eagerly even," she said.

Elizabeth tapped one finger on her pubic mound. "I think you'll find me completely willing."

"That's so amazing," Sarah said, and her body bounced on the bed in her excitement. She continued to play with Elizabeth's cunt, occasionally pushing a finger between her cunt lips to probe inside her. Then her finger brushed Elizabeth's clit and the woman shivered.

"Did I hurt you?" Sarah said, looking concerned.

"Not yet," Elizabeth said. "It's a bit sensitive there, but don't let that stop you. Would you like me to spread myself for you? So that you can see everything properly."

"Yes please," Sarah said.

Elizabeth put her hands on her labia and pulled herself open, spreading her cunt wide, baring herself to the girl. "How's that?"

"Great. I've never seen a real woman's cunt all open like that. Images just aren't the same. Goodness, you have a pretty cunt. I'm quite a connoisseur of cunts you know. I've a huge collection of pictures and videos back home. "

"Thank you. I'm glad it pleases you. Go ahead and enjoy yourself. It's all yours," Elizabeth said.

Sarah nodded and went back to exploring the cunt displayed before her. She traced the inner and outer labia with her fingers, gently stroking and prodding. Then her hand drifted up to Elizabeth's clitoris, which she rubbed between her fingertips.

"Ahh!" Elizabeth gasped as her clit responded. The explosion of sensation was erotic stimulation magnified to the point of discomfort, if not yet real pain.

"Did that hurt?" Sarah asked eagerly.

"Almost. It's just super intense."

"I see." Sarah pinched Elizabeth's clit and the woman gasped. "Bet that hurt," she said, and grinned when Elizabeth nodded. "It's a lovely colour," Sarah mused. She continued to toy with the clit, and then leaned over and placed her lips around it. This was the first time she had ever put her mouth on another woman's genitals, and it felt thrillingly naughty. Even more exciting was the thought that she could use her teeth. She was tempted to bite the woman's cunt, but she doubted her self-control. It wouldn't do to bite chunks out of the woman's genitals, especially so early on. She sucked and licked, enjoying the taste of cunt, and the soft moans that her oral caresses caused. She pulled her mouth away and said, "Can I stick my finger inside you? I'd like to feel around in there."

"Of course. My vagina is all yours. Feel around all you like, and don't worry about being gentle," Elizabeth said, amused by the girl's politeness. She tried not to tense up when she felt a hesitant finger prod at her vaginal opening, but did her best to feel welcoming, if that was even a thing. She hid a wince as a corner of cuticle scratched her vagina as her client's finger wormed its way into her. It still felt odd to permit a stranger to touch what was previously an intimate and sacrosanct part of her body, but she told herself it was now the human equivalent of a tourist attraction, and she had to get used to it. On the other hand, the slight discomfort plus the idea that she was helpless to prevent her vagina from being probed was oddly arousing.

"It feels different from my own," Sarah said. "Or maybe it's just that I can't feel the touch. But I like how soft but muscular it feels." Then her eyes assumed a harder aspect. "But I bet it's just as sensitive as mine."

Elizabeth nodded. "It is. Your finger feels all kinds of funny in there. Kind of good, and kind of uncomfortable, depending on how you touch me. What matters most is that you have fun with it."

Sarah grinned. "I do believe that I'm going to." Her eyes seemed to lose focus as she concentrated on her finger. "Is that your cervix I'm touching?"

"Yes, you've found the entrance to my womb."

Sarah's finger wriggled. "This is so exciting," she said grinning hugely. She pulled her finger out with a plop. "Back to your clit. Stick it out for me. Let me see," Sarah said as she lowered herself face down on the bed with her face close to Elizabeth's cunt. "Ooh, look. Your clit gets all shiny when you pull the skin tight like that."

Her enthusiasm made Elizabeth smile. "It's really sensitive, you know," she said, giving Sarah a verbal nudge. With this client, she would have to be the one to lead the torture of her own cunt. "What I mean is, you don't have to go crazy to start hurting it. For instance, just rubbing it with a dry fingertip will quickly get very uncomfortable. Go on, try it."

Sarah gave the clit a tentative stroke and giggled when Elizabeth's cunt twitched. "This is great. Hold still, I'm going to rub it some more." She began to brush her fingertip back and forth over the clit, avidly watching how her touch made Elizabeth's cunt and hips twitch in response. The way Elizabeth's vaginal opening clenched and flexed made her giggle.

Elizabeth winced as the stimulation built up to the point where it was painful. "You can press harder if you like. Flick it or squeeze it. Try twisting it if you want to hurt me more."

"Like this?" Sarah said and applied more pressure as she twisted her finger around against Elizabeth's clit like a blunt drill bit.

"Ow! Yes, just like that." Elizabeth had to take a deep breath to relax herself.

"Oh, that sounds like pain," Sarah said, delighted. She twisted the clit a little more, watching how the cunt owner's body quivered under her touch. It gave her such an amazing sense of control. It was also making her super horny.

"It's definitely getting more uncomfortable. Try using your fingernails."

"Okay." Sarah brought her index finger to the clit and used her nail to scrape at it. Her eyes lit up when Elizabeth jumped. "You really felt that, didn't you." It was a statement rather than a question.

"I certainly did. Try using your nail again, but dig it in at the base of my clit before giving it a good flick," Elizabeth said, bracing herself.

Sarah scratched and flicked the innocent clit, and laughed in delight at how hard Elizabeth jerked. "I can see you really felt that. Pull back harder on the hood. I want to do it some more."

Elizabeth obeyed, and Sarah attacked her exposed clit with renewed enthusiasm. She scraped and flicked at it, laughing at how the pain made her victim subtly writhe. "Wow. I'm actually torturing a woman's genitals. It's so cool."

Elizabeth grunted as she endured her client's amateur sadistic attentions. "If you keep doing it, you'll make my clit sore, and anything you do next will hurt even more."

Sarah nodded her understanding and set to work vigorously scratching and scraping at Elizabeth's clit, making the woman writhe and moan in pain. Her cunt twitched and jerked as pain signals flooded her loins.

Sarah watched with fascination as Elizabeth's genitals reacted to her attacks. "This is so amazing. I love it."

"There's more to my cunt you know. Why don't you play with the other bits too, and find out what you might like doing to them," Elizabeth suggested.

"Sure. What shall I try? Let me see, how about your inner cunt lips?" Sarah said, and playfully pinched Elizabeth's labia.

"Ouch! That's good, but do it a bit harder if you want to hurt me. The lips aren't as sensitive as my clit."

"Like this?" Sarah asked as she squeezed the cunt lips together.

"Yes, that's good," Elizabeth said lightly, even as her cunt lips exploded in pain. "You can twist them too. And remember to use your fingernails."

Sarah grinned. "I like hurting your cunt lips. They're very fleshy and soft." She twisted them hard while digging her fingernails into the delicate flesh. When pain made Elizabeth squirm, she giggled.

"Yes, that hurts quite a bit. Go ahead and hurt me some more," Elizabeth said. "Pinch up and down along the lips and find the most sensitive areas. You should be able to make them swell and stiffen up."

Sarah painstakingly pinched and tugged Elizabeth's cunt lips, giggling at how they looked as she worked on them. "They look funny when I stretch them out like that."

"You can pinch them until they turn red if you want. Really do a number on them," Elizabeth said.

Sarah grinned and happily worked on Elizabeth's cunt lips, pinching them, twisting them, and digging her fingernails hard into the sensitive genital flesh. "This is fun. I really like seeing how you react to my fingers. I can see your cunt getting all swollen and excited." Sarah hesitated then said, "Do you mind if I sniff your cunt?"

Elizabeth found the girl's earnest expression surprisingly arousing, and her clit tingled as she said, "Not at all. I just hope I don't disappoint." She found herself holding her breath as the younger woman brought her nose close to her spread cunt, paused, and sniffed hard. She was relieved when Sarah grinned and nodded.

"I like it. You don't smell the same as me, but it's nice." Then Sarah seemed to have a thought, and her face flushed. "Later I'd like to have you sniff my cunt. In fact, I want to sit on your face. Can I do that?"

"Sure. And you can continue hurting my cunt while you rub yourself off on my face if that's what you want," Elizabeth said.

Sarah resumed her exploration of Elizabeth's cunt. She tapped a fingertip on her vaginal opening. "What about here? What can I do to it with my fingers?"

"For a start, you can pinch the rim of my opening too. Just pick a spot, dig your nails in, and pinch hard. By working your way around the hole you can hurt all of it," Elizabeth suggested.

Sarah nodded, pleased by the idea. Her finger and thumb probed, selected a spot, pinched hard and twisted the cunt rim. She delighted in Elizabeth's tiny winces and how she squirmed as she tormented the entrance to the woman's vagina. "I love the way you moan when I hurt you," Sarah said. "It's so sexy." She happily tortured Elizabeth's vaginal opening for several minutes, laughing when the woman gasped and tensed in response. Then she looked thoughtful. "I wonder how I could do the same, but deeper in."

Elizabeth's cunt from clit to vagina was throbbing painfully, but she didn't hesitate. "You could try using a pair of tweezers to reach inside my vagina," she said helpfully. "I could spread myself for you, so you have a clear view of where to poke them."

Sarah stared at Elizabeth's cunt as if it was a birthday gift, then she rolled off the bed and found a pair of blunt nosed tweezers. She didn't want to accidentality stab Elizabeth when she jabbed it around inside of her. "I've got the tweezers. Let's see what pain I can cause with them," she said, her enthusiasm for cunt torture growing by the minute. She knelt on the bed between Elizabeth's legs and peered at her cunt. "Now open yourself up for me like a good girl."

Elizabeth obediently pulled her cunt lips apart as wide as she could. She gasped when Sarah inexpertly poked the squared-off tweezer tips into her vagina. "I can feel the tips moving around in there. Now choose a spot and grab a fold of my vaginal wall with the tweezers. You know what to do then."

Sarah explored Elizabeth cunt with the tweezers, prodding and poking at the vaginal walls. "Where's it the most sensitive?" she asked.

Elizabeth had to think for a moment. "From what I know, the first inch or two of my vagina are the most sensitive. The parts further in are less so. I'm not sure if my G spot is more sensitive for something like this."

"Hmm. Let me search around in there and see if I can find something," Sarah said as she continued to probe Elizabeth's vaginal tunnel. "There's lots of folds and wrinkles in there. It's amazing. So pretty." She prodded experimentally and grinned when Elizabeth jerked. "Did that hurt?"

Elizabeth nodded. "That spot is sensitive. It wasn't super painful, but the jab did sting. Keep going. Have fun. Don't worry about me."

Sarah carefully explored Elizabeth's cunt with the tweezers, giggling at her reactions. She reached into the genital tunnel as far as she could and wiggled the tweezers around. "I can feel you jumping and twisting in response. It's so cute."

"Try picking a spot and squeezing the tweezers shut. Just a warning, I might be a bit noisy," Elizabeth said. The feeling of the harsh chill metal digging around inside her vagina was kind of frightening, but it was also arousing. It was like a scene in a slasher film as it built up to a jump scare. She just held her cunt lips open and waited for the pain.

Sarah hesitated a few seconds, and then she grinned. "Here goes nothing," she said, and squeezed the tweezers closed. She was startled when Elizabeth shrieked, but she couldn't help chuckling.

Elizabeth screamed and bucked. "Ow! Ow! Fuck!" It felt like some tiny fierce animal had bitten her vagina and was worrying her intimate flesh in its jaws. Despite her agonised response, her legs remained spread wide, and she managed to keep her cunt dutifully presented to her young client. She felt a flash of pride. It was her cunt's purpose to suffer for the client's entertainment, and she would make it available for punishment no matter what. She felt the tweezers shift to another spot on her vagina and she braced herself for fresh pain.

Sarah lovingly tortured Elizabeth's cunt with the tweezers, finding and tormenting a new genital wall fold whenever the woman's moans and gasps seemed to become less intense. She giggled and twisted the tweezers, and found she enjoyed seeing how Elizabeth's cunt reacted to her attentions. Playing with the woman's cunt this way was such fun. She searched for the spot that she guessed was Elizabeth's G spot and mercilessly squeezed the tweezers shut when she found it. Elizabeth's cunt jumped in reaction and Sarah grinned. "Did I find your G spot?"

Elizabeth writhed as agony blossomed within her cunt. "Yes, you found it. Well done." Then she jerked and moaned as Sarah played with the tweezers to inflict even more pain. Her vagina was filled with fire, but yet she unconsciously adjusted her hips to aid the searching tweezers as they touched a spot closer to the opening.

Sarah was fascinated by how well Elizabeth cooperated in the torture of her cunt. The woman arched her cunt up to offer it to the pain as if she was desperate for more. This woman was like a dream come true. "Can I keep hurting you with the tweezers?" Sarah asked, not because she needed permission, but just to hear Elizabeth say the words.

Elizabeth moaned and gasped as the tweezers shifted to yet another fold of her vaginal wall. "Yes, you can use them on my cunt for as long as you want." She yelped when Sarah squeezed the tweezers shut to inflict more pain. She guessed her vagina was dotted with red bruises, and wondered if the tweezers had torn her skin. Sarah clearly enjoyed searching out the most sensitive spots of her vagina and squeezing the tweezers shut on them, and still Elizabeth loved the girl's simple enthusiasm for cunt torture. She moaned again and again as the tweezers repeatedly sank into her cunt and inflicted a steady torrent of piercing agony.

Sarah leaned forward to get a better look at the tweezers, which she had momentarily pulled out of Elizabeth's tormented vagina. The tips were flecked with blood. Sarah giggled. "It's bleeding." She poked the tweezers back into the cunt and touched the tips to her vaginal wall. "I want to make it bleed more," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "That's all right, isn't it?"

Elizabeth struggled to keep her voice calm and steady. "Of course. The tweezers can't possibly cause enough damage to breach the agency's terms. Go ahead and make my cunt bleed." She cried out when Sarah enthusiastically dug the tweezers in and squeezed them shut. Her vagina blazed with fiery agony.

Sarah kept up a steady stream of torture with the tweezers, giggling delightedly at Elizabeth's moans and gasps. It fascinated her to hurt a woman's most intimate parts like this, and to observe how Elizabeth fully cooperated with the infliction of damage to her genitals. She used the tweezers to help spread open Elizabeth's cunt and laughed merrily at what she saw. "Your vaginal walls are simply covered with bruises. It must really hurt."

Elizabeth's vagina was filled with stabbing pain. But despite Sarah's enthusiastic cunt torture she felt no desire to protect herself. "Yes, it hurts a lot," she said, her voice husky. "I hope you're enjoying it."

"Oh, I am," Sarah said. She was somewhat awed by Elizabeth's determination, and madly aroused by what she was doing to the woman's cunt. She wanted to do more, but also badly wanted to come, so she placed the tweezers on the bed, and stripped off her panties. On all fours, she turned her body around and then lifted one knee to straddle Elizabeth's head. "I want you to lick my cunt while I use the tweezers on your clit. I'll stop hurting your clit as soon as you make me come. Deal?"

Elizabeth gazed up at Sarah's cunt which loomed above her face. She could smell the woman's arousal and eagerly parted her lips. "I'll do my best to make you come," she said. As she spoke she shifted her grip on her agonised cunt ensuring her fingers pulled her clitoral hood and labia well back so nothing protected her clit.

"Excellent," Sarah said, and picked up the tweezers. She lowered her cunt until she felt Elizabeth's nose touch her pussy lips, and lowered her breasts until they rested on the woman's belly, bringing her face within inches of her helpless clitoris. She giggled. "Let's play clit torture tag."

Elizabeth gasped as the tweezers started to explore her exposed clit. The girl obviously enjoyed punishing it. The tweezers pinched and pain shot through her cunt like a lightning bolt. Sarah's cunt smelled of lust, and Elizabeth lifted her mouth to taste it. She licked and sucked at the cunt lips, and worked her tongue between them to get to Sarah's vaginal opening. The pain was blinding, but she resisted the urge to scream and focused on eating the girl's cunt.

Sarah pinched and twisted Elizabeth's clit with the tweezers while the woman licked and sucked at her cunt. It felt great, and she pressed her cunt harder onto Elizabeth's mouth. "Let me feel your tongue deep in my hole," she said, and giggled as the tweezers twisted Elizabeth's clit, making the woman's legs kick about wildly in agony.

Elizabeth fought to obey Sarah's instructions despite the suffering of her clit. She stiffened her tongue and forced it into the cunt hole, groaning as the tweezers twisted her clit again. Her legs kicked wildly and she shrieked against the torture. She pulled her tongue out to lap at Sarah's cunt, searching for the girl's clit in the darkness of her crotch.

Sarah squealed as Elizabeth's tongue found her clit, and in return she gripped a bit of the woman's clit with the tweezers and pinched hard. She felt Elizabeth's muffled screams vibrate her genitals, and her clit jumped at the sensation. "That's it, suck my clit. That feels so good," she said. She eased the pressure of the tweezers and used the squared metal tips to brush and bat at Elizabeth's clit, scraping the already sore nub over and over, each flick of the tweezers making the woman's hips jerk and shudder.

Elizabeth moaned as Sarah's cunt ground down on her face. The girl's aroused genitals were slick with lubrication, and Elizabeth's tongue lapped and danced over her cunt. She screamed as the tweezers caught and scraped her clit hard, and it felt like her clit was almost ripped away from her cunt. The agony was terrifying, but she eagerly sucked Sarah's clit into her mouth to help the girl reach orgasm.

Sarah paused for a moment to catch her breath, then she carefully prodded Elizabeth's clit with the tweezers. She wanted to inflict as much torture on it as possible before she came. She could feel her orgasm building up as Elizabeth's lips and tongue worked busily on her cunt, and with a happy smile she gripped the woman's clit in the jaws of the tweezers with a firm but not crushing pressure, and then pulled up and away from her body until the clit pulled free of the tweezers with a snap and click. The girl chuckled when Elizabeth yelled in pain, the woman's breath hot and desperate against Sarah's cunt. Then she did it again, and again, in a form of torturous masturbation of her victim's clit. She sped up the movement of the tweezers, delighted by the way Elizabeth's legs thrashed about wildly as she repeatedly tugged and scraped at the supremely sensitive bud. Sarah finally climaxed, and she threw back her head and gave a loud moan of satisfaction as her cunt flooded Elizabeth's face with her juices.

Elizabeth frantically licked up Sarah's cunt juice as the girl came, but then gasped when she felt Sarah's lips capture her raw and abraded clit. Her tongue flickered over it, creating a shower of fiery erotic sparks in Elizabeth's body and mind. Every touch of Sarah's tongue was shockingly painful, but was also overwhelmingly delightful, and it wasn't long before Elizabeth moaned and shuddered as she experienced her own cunt-shattering orgasm.

Sarah released Elizabeth's clit from her mouth and sat up to admire her handiwork. She giggled as she looked at Elizabeth's abused genitalia. The tweezers had left dozens of bruises and red marks on her cunt and clit, and there was a bit of blood around her vaginal opening where the delicate internal tissues had been torn by the tweezer's steel grip. Sarah poked her finger into Elizabeth's cunt hole, and wiggled it around to touch the woman's vaginal walls. "You're all torn up in here. I'm amazed you let me do it to you."

Elizabeth winced in pain, but didn't object to the rough handling of her cunt. She smiled at Sarah and patted the back of the girls hand, the fingers of which were still rummaging around inside her torn and bleeding vagina. "You enjoyed it, and that's good enough for me. Don't worry, I'll heal as good as new. And when I'm all better, maybe you'd like to come and tear it up again?"

Sarah giggled and withdrew her fingers. "I'd like that. I've got all kinds of awful fantasies stored up in the back of my mind, and I had a fantastic time hurting your cunt."

Elizabeth grinned. "My cunt's always here for you to torture," she said, and hugged the smiling girl.

***

When Sarah had left, Ms. Kroll came into the room and gave Elizabeth an approving nod. "Sarah looked happy."

"She's a nice girl. I wouldn't mind seeing her again," Elizabeth said.

Ms. Kroll raised an eyebrow. "So you're staying on with the agency? I know you've been having some doubts."

Elizabeth nodded. "Sarah showed me I have enough self-control, and I especially liked being the one to encourage and guide the torture of my cunt. I don't think I'm going to go all crazy and self-destructive. So, yes. I'll be staying on if you want me."

For the first time, Ms. Kroll smiled. "Well then, go home and heal up. I have a client lined up who wants to whip your cunt until you bleed. What do you think?"

"You'll be hearing from me as soon as my cunt is whip-worthy," Elizabeth said with a wide grin.

The End.