Julie works at an exclusive club and this is an account of just one evening at work with a very demanding client.
Dinner at home was always a bit of a rush on Fridays as Julie had to get off to her part time job at the club. Her family believed that she was a waitress at an exclusive dining club and that had once been true. But then Julie had been told about how much more money she could earn by working in the bedrooms upstairs at the club and, after a while, she had learned about the dungeons in the basement. The club members were all very wealthy and some of them had special requirements for which the club catered.
As Julie left the table she mischievously mussed her little sister’s hair.
“We might go shopping tomorrow, kid and get that nice dress you wanted.”
The girls’ mum chided Julie about spoiling her sister but Julie laughed it off.
“I’ve only got one little sister and I get paid tonight.”
Julie took the bus into the city center and it was only a short walk to the club where she used the staff entrance at the rear past the dustbins. She was dressed for work in a frilly, green cotton blouse and a short, black skirt which was quite tight; she had taken care over her makeup which was such as a girl might wear for a date but nothing tarty.
There was just time to check in with Security and then Julie made her way downstairs where the “decor” was much as it had been when the house had been built for a Georgian merchant. Down here the walls were cold stone and there were worn flagstones on the floor. All the doorways were arched with heavy oak doors to what would have been storerooms for meat, cheese and wine. Each door had a modern little plate bearing a single figure.
All clients were given a numerical rating by the club owners. Number Six meant the client was, frankly, a sadistic bastard so a girl would have to be well prepared but she could hold onto the thought that pay rates for taking a “Six” were right at the top of the scale. The clients did not know about the hidden cameras and microphones in all rooms; Security would be watching the whole session and would rush in if things got out of hand. Members were very forcefully warned that damaging a girl would result in something much stronger than a solicitor’s letter.
The room which Julie entered was about the size of a decent living room with unfaced stone walls. A winch had been fitted to the ceiling and various devices around the walls gave the place a Gothic, frightening atmosphere. She knew what time he had booked and she sat down on a leather topped examination table to await his arrival. When he entered, he was dressed in black with a black balaclava covering his head; it had slits for his eyes and mouth. There was no real point in him being masked as the owners knew all about all of the club members but the mask did add to his threatening appearance which was probably why he wore it.
He ordered Julie to stand up straight with her hands on her head and she leapt up in obedience. He walked all around her, occasionally touching bits of her at random; she knew that it had begun and she could not help tensing up in fear and anxiety. He was in front of her now and he put both hands up the front of her cotton blouse rubbing her skin and probing the base of her neat breasts. When he withdrew his hands, he unfastened her skirt and let it fall revealing her black tights with white briefs beneath.
As she remained stationary, he groped between her thighs causing her lip to turn inwards as she emitted a small noise. The slap to her cheek came instantly.
“Did I tell you to make a noise?”
“No Sir. Sorry Sir.”
He gave her three seconds to strip naked and she just made it, leaving her clothing scattered on the stone floor. More slaps rained in, striking her cheeks, belly and breasts. She tried hard to keep her screams within but did not quite succeed; she would have fallen to the floor but he held her upright by grabbing her short brown hair and yanking hard. Still gripping her hair, he dragged her to the stretching rack which was made of huge, dark timbers and could have come straight out of the Middle Ages. He barked at her to obey and when she was on her back, he began to buckle the leather cuffs about her wrists and then he turned to her ankles and did the same so that she was helpless and exposed with her legs apart. The cuffs were clipped to the rack but could be unclipped so that the victim still wore them when she was released from the rack.
He stared down at her and, oh so gently, stroked his hand up and down her torso and around her face. His fingers dipped into her mouth and explored around her gums then deep into her throat causing her to choke; he kept his fingers down her throat for some time as her head tried to shake about and fluid leaked from her mouth, nose and eyes.
Then he was standing at the huge cartwheel fitted to the side of the device and he began to turn the wheel causing the roller to turn and pulling his victim to full stretch so that her back arched and she could not help groaning at the pain in her legs and arms.
He again looked down at her and spat directly into her face several times covering her face and eyes with thick, gloopy phlegm. Her tormentor said that he was fed up of hearing her pathetic moaning and he picked up a solid leather gag from a small table which was set out with various items. The leather filled her mouth and he lifted her head so that he could buckle the strap behind her neck.
Satisfied with his work so far, he began to work his hands between her legs, penetrating her and massaging her labia and clitty. She could not help screaming into her gag and writhing her body against its bindings. He worked at her vigorously, taking his time until her whole pubic area was soaking and her chin was dripping with her saliva.
When he decided that he had tired of this game for now, he slowly perused a ***********ion of whips and canes which awaited on a rack on the wall. He ***********ed a medium cane and the helpless girl could not help tensing in expectation and fear at which part of her would feel its strokes.
He settled for the soles of her feet which are very sensitive and were a favorite target of the Spanish Inquisitors. Julie was still held at full stretch in the rack and there was nothing which she could do to avoid the painful assault. Such minor waggling of her feet as she could manage had no effect apart from causing him to yell at her.
It was a huge relief when the caning moved to her thighs and belly but she knew that he would never be able to resist beating her exposed breasts and it was not long before he was landing stinging strokes on both breasts; sometimes the cane would catch a nipple sending fire throughout her entire body. Experienced girls had told Julie about how they tried to move their minds to a quieter place somehow separated from their bodies and Julie had practiced this technique for this was not her first Level Six session.
The caning, followed by thrashings with a leather whip, seemed to last for a very long time but, eventually, she realized that she was no longer being hit. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head upwards so that he could scream into her face at very close quarters telling her what a fucking useless bitch she was. As he verbally abused her, his spittle dotted her face.
Having blasted his violent appraisal of her into her face, he allowed her head to fall back onto the woodwork with a bump and then, after turning to the “toy table”, he stood over her with a green tin of syrup and a spoon. As she lay helpless, he took his time in spooning the thick, viscous syrup all over her hair and her face and then he trailed the spoon down her body, over her breasts and finally, he spooned a generous helping onto her shaven pubis so that it ran down her thighs between her legs.
His next choice was a black leather hood which he pulled over head, filling her nostrils with the earthy smell of leather and the sickly reek of the syrup. She felt him tying the laces around her neck. Air could come into the hood from the base which was not airtight around her neck but her air supply was limited and it only took a few seconds for the temperature inside the hood to rise; this caused her breathing rate to rise and being in darkness automatically raised her panic levels.
She heard a metallic graunching sound and the jingle of iron chains and then her leather cuffs were unclipped from the rack and his arms under her shoulders dragged her off the rack before dumping her onto the cold stone floor. She felt her wrist cuffs being clipped onto something and then, again, the sound of him hauling on the winch chain as her arms were slowly dragged upwards.
She could feel the syrup running down her face and neck and further down her helpless body. Bending her knees she tried to take some of her weight on her bare feet to ease the strain on her arms but, as he hauled her higher, her feet and then her toes lost contact with the floor and she was suspended.
His cane stroked her buttocks very softly and then it lifted off and returned with his full force causing her to scream into her gag. The strokes kept landing on her buttocks and each one made her swing in the air and put more load onto her arm muscles. Even after just one stroke, she felt that she could not bear another one but they kept coming and each one was its own agony. Her screams almost blasted her eardrums in the confined space of the hood and her throat was sore at the effort of screaming into the horrible tasting gag. The gag was now soaked in her spittle and the wetter it became, the worse it tasted.
When the caning ceased, she was weeping uncontrollably but her body still tensed when she felt something solid at her pussy lips. Her tormentor did not waste any time before simply ramming the thing in and forcing her body open. She knew that what was now inside her was not part of a living person and she speculated that it was made of some hard plastic or rubber. There must have been enough of the dildo outside of her body for him to grip because he was waggling it around quite violently stretching her in multiple directions.
Julie had been told that it was very unlikely that this customer would fuck her because he had never done that to any of his previous girls. They speculated that he was probably impotent which perhaps explained why he chose to get his kicks by torturing his victims. She wondered if he was jerking off as one hand continued to twist the dildo against her pubic muscles. It was very painful and also psychologically disturbing to realize that her most intimate parts were at the mercy of this madman. She hoped that Security were watching their screens carefully.
The bulk of the dildo which was inside her cavity was larger than her cleft so, when he yanked it from her, she emitted a shriek of pain and her body swung on the winch. Hands grabbed her breasts and mauled and prodded before fingers squeezed her nipples and then she was swinging back and forth with nothing touching her body. She heard the slam of the door as it echoed around the chamber.
For what felt like several minutes all was silence apart from her sniffs and groans. She did not hear the door reopen but she did hear Alice’s soothing voice telling her that she had done well and it was all over. Alice cranked the chain downwards and Julie sank into a sitting position on the floor where Alice removed the hood and then the gag. It did not take long to unclip the leather cuffs from the winch and then Alice unfastened the buckles so that she could remove the cuffs from ankles and wrists.
All the time, Alice was talking and keeping it quite light. She herself was an experienced girl who had been in this situation many times in the past and would do so again. The thick toweling robe in a delicate shade of pink was placed around Julie and she tied the belt before Alice helped her out of the dungeon and towards the shower room at the end of the corridor. Following the strict procedure of the club, Alice did not leave Julie alone to shower until she had looked her over for any wounds which might need attention. Money had been spent on the shower room which was a huge contrast from the bare stone of the rest of the basement; this was a bright, modern room containing multiple bottles of shampoo, foam, cosmetics, antiseptics and perfume.
Julie was still luxuriating under the warm water when Alice returned with her shed clothing. It did happen sometimes that clothing lost in a session would no longer be wearable which is why each girl kept a complete change in her locker but, as it turned out, only her black tights were damaged and Alice had taken a replacement still in the wrapping from the club stores.
The session had left Julie aching all over and she decided to spend a few hours sleeping in one of the staff bedrooms in the attic before making her way home (in a taxi paid by the club) for breakfast. Of course her parents had no idea of how much money Julie earned from her part time job as they would instantly know that no waitress could ever earn that sort of money.
Before falling asleep in her small attic bedroom, Julie pondered on something which she had learned during the evening. Of course she had not seen the face of her client due to his balaclava mask but she had heard his voice and the last time that she had heard that voice, it had been explaining Higher Maths at College. So now she knew what was in his mind when he looked out at his pretty female students and she knew why some of her classmates made sure never to be alone with him. The key questions were: had he recognized her face out of its college context and would he realize that she had recognized his voice?