by Kim Knight
As soon as the tanning lights came on she had to began making star jumps, working against the tension on the cables, or else receive a sharp anal shock that made her buttocks clench convulsively. The motion set her breasts bouncing even more vigorously than on the treadmill. She came out of the sunroom dripping with sweat and aching in every limb.
Gradually the days blurred into an endless round of running and stretching and straining against springs, punctuated by the dread verdict of the testing chair and the shame of what followed. There was some variety. On a couple of occasions the Lasts set her working with another of their captives, though of course Lesley never knew who...
Gagged and blindfolded, Lesley sat opposite the other woman, whose legs like hers were splayed wide, their ankles chained to rings set in the floor. Between them was an upright lever with a “T” bar top to which their wrists were chained. If they worked together leaning forward and then back, the lever could be rocked against the resistance of heavy springs.
For once pain was used only to start them off; the ongoing incentive was degrading pleasure. The lever was connected at its base to two horizontal rods that extended out to the apex of their spread legs. These rods were capped by soft rubber dildos, which had been partially inserted into their gaping vulvas. Each time Lesley pushed the lever forward her dildo was thrust all the way up her.
Lesley and her unseen partner had by now reached such a desperate and shameless state of mind that they gladly cooperated in this act of mutual mechanical masturbation, exhausting as it was, to save them from more conventional punishment. They remained coupled together for five hours, during which Lesley orgasmed three times and she suspected her sister sufferer went one better.
On alternate days, after Lesley had failed the testing chair, Jasmine laid her on her back along a narrow bench and strapped her firmly down. Then she shed her own shorts and sat astride Lesley’s head so that she could look down the length of her tightly bound body.
‘I want to feel your tongue in me, bitch!’ she commanded, grinding her slippery, spicy scented pudenda with its tight dark curls into Lesley’s upturned face.
Helplessly, Lesley obeyed, licking out the intricate folds of flesh that enveloped nose and mouth. If she was pleasing, Jasmine contented herself with kneading Lesley’s softly mounded breasts and tweaking her engorged nipples playfully. If she was not satisfied, Jasmine slid the tip of her electric goad into Lesley’s by now dripping vagina and encouraged her to greater efforts with shocks of increasing intensity.
Jasmine did not rise from her living pleasure seat until she came, when she drenched Lesley’s face with her juices.
Every night Lesley fell asleep thinking of the shame of it all. The terrible, wonderful shame...
Then came the day when the testing chair controller flashed green. Instead of “Fail” it said: ‘Passed, passed!’
Lesley, dazed and confused, was still braced for the pain. But no shock came.
‘Sixty grammes under your target weight,’ Mike Last pronounced with satisfaction. ‘Number 3; you will wear that holiday bikini!’
Half an hour later, Lesley, now properly dressed, was pressing a cheque into Mike’s hand and babbling blushing thanks. Jasmine showed her out and closed the outer door behind her. Outside the door was a discreet brass plate that read:
Last Resort
Bodyshaping
M & J Last
YPIOG
Another satisfied customer had departed; her guilt over a little excess fat purged by suffering and humiliation, perhaps even secretly proud at what she had endured. Now she was eager to show off her newly trim, pre-holiday tanned body to her friends, after her fortnight away visiting that obscure relative she had never mentioned before. Maybe Lesley would be back, maybe she wouldn’t, but Mike and Jasmine knew there would be more like her; women with more money than willpower, who felt they had to get in shape whatever it cost.
Curiously, none of them ever asked what the cryptic initials on the plate stood for.
Your Pain Is Our Gain.
William has contributed three brilliantly conceived and plotted alternative reality novels to the Silver Moon catalogue;
The Girlspell
Slaves of the Girlspell
Arabella’s Revenge; Girlspell III
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