Kit

FOUR

Kit was relieved as they returned to the entrance of the Sanctuary without further interruption. She was led back down to the dungeon where everyone still sat in a circle. To the center of the circle she was led and forced to kneel with her knees spread wide apart. Semen still dripped from her pussy and drops of it were on her breasts.

“It appears you met some people along your way, Slave Kit. Were you nice to them?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Did they fuck you?”

(gulp)”Yes, Master.”

“How many fucked you, Slave Kit?”

(gulp)I don't know, Master.”

“So many that you lost count?”

“Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master.”

“Shouldn't you be punished for being so lascivious?”

“Yes, Master. But my pussy is on fire!”

“Should we punish your pussy?”

“Oh, god. . .yes. . .yes. . .punish. . .my. . pussy.”

A metal bar was brought forth and the chains removed from Kit's ankles. The cuffs were removed from her wrists as she was made to lay down on her back.

The metal bar consisted of two hinged parts that lay flat against each other except for four indentations that were lined with soft leather. Kit's ankles were placed in the two outside indentions and her wrists placed in the two inner ones. When the hinged part was closed and locked, Kit was effectively imprisoned in a bent over position.

Two chains descended from the ceiling and were connected to the outer sides of the metal bar. As they retracted, Kit was lifted into the air, hanging upside down with her legs apart and her sex completely exposed.

“You are a slut, Slave Kit! For punishment, I demand ten strokes of the whip on your cunt!”

‘Whack!' “Unnnhhhh!” ‘Whack' “Aaaccchhhh!” ‘Wack' “MMMPPHHHH!!!” ‘Wack' “AAARRGGGGHHH!!!”

Kit began to jerk uncontrollably as the whip flayed her inflamed pussy. At some point during the torture, her screams turned to grunts. Her eyes grew wide as she experienced the most remarkable orgasm she had ever felt. It was if she were in the midst of an outer body experience, watching her body tortured while she thrilled to the ecstasy of desire. When the final stroke descended on her swollen labia, she sighed, as if sad that the cruelty had ended.

Kit was lowered to the floor and her arms and legs released. She knelt once more, her knees spread wide and her hands clasped behind her neck. The spotlight revealed the sheen of perspiration covering her body.

“As your final rite of passage, Slave Kit, you are to approach each of the members seated before you and ask them to use you in any manner they desire. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

Kit crawled across the floor toward her first target. Her heart was beating like a trip-hammer and the nerves in her pussy were sending signals to her brain that made her dizzy. This would be a night to remember.

-o0o-

Kit drew on her blouse and buttoned it. She had decided not to wear a bra since the studs in her nipples might tear it. Instead, she looked in the mirror and smiled at the indentation they made in the thin silk material.

It felt strange to be wearing clothes after a weekend of nakedness. She almost wished she could leave without them. She brushed her hair and applied the lipstick and eye liner that was available in the locker room. Satisfied with her appearance, she turned to leave. It was six o'clock in the evening on Sunday. She had been in the Sanctuary for 48 hours.

Her thoughts turned to the previous evening. She had been fucked, sucked, and buggered by every member of the club until she lay in the middle of the dungeon in complete exhaustion. Then, they had brought a large dog into the room who proceeded to fuck her some more. Covered with the remnants of sexual excess, Kit was made to clean the dog's cock with her mouth. Her degradation was complete: Kit was an accomplished masochist.

As she reached for the door of the locker room, it suddenly opened inward and Melanie stood in the opening. Dressed once more in a T-Shirt, running shorts and sandals, she smiled at Kit.

“You don't look like the same person I saw fucking all comers last night! How do you feel?”

“The truth? Amazingly, I feel wonderful! If you had told me what was in store for me Friday night, I'm not sure I could have gone through with it. Now, I wouldn't trade the experience for anything!”

“Dax and I would like to visit with you for a few minutes before you leave. Are you in a hurry?”

“No, No! If you've got some Vodka, I could sure use a drink!”

“Done! Come on in the living room when you're ready.”

Kit checked a few items in her clothing and walked down the hall into the living room. Dax and Melanie were seated by the fireplace and gestured toward the chair facing them. Dax held up a glass of ice and Vodka that Kit took gratefully as she sat down. Kit smoothed her skirt and crossed her legs before she took a big sip of the drink.

“Ahhh, I needed that! Thanks, Dax!”

“Melanie tells me you found the weekend to be entertaining. Is that right?”

“Entertaining? That is the most profound understatement I could imagine. Overwhelming is more like it. I have experienced sensations that I never knew existed. You might accuse me of being a slut but the entire weekend was like an aphrodisiac had been poured into me. My body is so sore right now, I'm going home and soak in a hot tub for eight hours. But it's a good sore and one I'll savor for a while.”

Dax jerked a bit when Kit used the word ‘aphrodisiac' but quickly recovered.

“Melanie and I have a proposition for you. We were quite impressed with the way you took to the various tests that were thrown at you this weekend. We believe you have an underlying hunger for the thrills that this lifestyle has to offer. As a side business, Melanie and I are in a position to bring together people such as yourself with customers who seek women like you. Would you be interested in working with us?”

“You mean you're a pimp?”

“Not exactly, although the arrangement is somewhat similar. We charge very high fees for this arrangement and you would be entitled to 85% of what we collect. We can assure you that no permanent physical harm will come to you. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like you want me to be your whore.”

“OK, if that's the way it seems. What do you say to that?”

“I'd say that I'm a model. The money's too good to abandon that profession to start another. Thanks for the offer, though, the situation sounds intriguing.”

“What if we told you that you wouldn't have to give up your modeling career. We'd be careful to schedule you at times when you are not on a modeling job. Any bruises or marks could either be covered with make-up or healed by the time you were hired for your next shoot. Do you have a passport?”

“Of course! Why?”

“Our clientele are located all over the world. It would afford you an opportunity to travel to places you've only dreamed about.”

‘How much money are we talking about?”

“For a weekend, similar to the one you've just experienced, we charge $5,000. You would clear over $4,000. Longer than a weekend is substantially more. Interested?”

Kit drained the liquid in her glass and stood up.

“I'll think it over. While I do, call me if something interesting arises and I'll let you know then. Thanks for the drink.”

Kit left the Sanctuary, thoughts pounding her brain as she hailed the cab. A couple of years like that and she could retire. By the time she reached her apartment, she was sure she would say yes when Dax called.

End of the first installment

Stay tuned for Kit's further adventures