{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"4c63efd0-1110-4744-abf5-5e7c58e2513f","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-08-01T02:01:18.562Z","title":"Therapy","slug":"therapy","shortId":"F3YFf9JL","authorNote":"Another very old story I wrote for fun and the entertainment of the ancients. No AI was harmed in the process. There's a bit of a slower start, but fear not, the action is definitely there. Have fun.","disclaimer":"Please do not publish or duplicate elsewhere without written permission. As always, this is a fantasy, and not intended to represent real life BDSM in any way. All characters and situations are fictional and not intended, even in parody, to represent real people living or dead, or any organisations current or historical.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A pair of high-end female escorts are hired to provide cathartic therapy to the widow of a billionaire, who wants to sexually torture beautiful women. But things are never that simple.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"0b515f9c-294d-427f-b73c-310f18c14ba0","title":null,"summary":"THERAPYby V.W. SingerChapter One.\n\nThe long, magnificently shaped length\nof Kara's thigh gleamed lik","wordCount":7430,"readTime":37,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

THERAPY

by V.W. Singer

Chapter One.

\n\n

The long, magnificently shaped length\nof Kara's thigh gleamed like liquid gold in the warm sunshine that\nangled across the tastefully decorated office. Her short grey skirt\ndid little to conceal her firm stocking clad legs. Even the secretary\nwho watched Kara from behind the fortress of her steel and glass\ntable felt obliged to admire the perfection of the visitor's figure.\nDespite the constant stream of well-dressed, attractive men and women\nthat passed through the doors of the Desade\nExecutive Placement Agency, Kara was clearly exceptional. Her\noutstanding beauty was one of the reasons why she was waiting outside\nthe office of Thomas Hartfield, the Managing Director and owner of\nthe agency.

\n\n

Looking around the expensively\ndecorated office, Kara found herself smiling. She wondered what the\nother tenants of this very exclusive building would have said had\nthey realised that their neighbour’s real business was that of\nsupplying prostitutes to the rich and famous.

\n\n

Kara was born and raised in Eastern\nEurope of a good family. She had just been about to graduate from\nuniversity with a degree in Economics when a combination of volatile\npolitics and underworld ties had ruined her parents, both of whom\nwere found dead in their bedroom, the apparent result of a suicide\npact. Kara had had her doubts as to the actual cause of their deaths,\nbut she was canny enough to keep her silence. Dropping out of\nuniversity, she had found herself on the job market in a country\nflooded with willing workers and far too few jobs. She soon realised\nthat in order to have any kind of future, she would have to make her\nway to the West.

\n\n

For the next few months, Kara made a\nliving by modelling for the many foreign photographers who were to be\nfound in abundance all over Eastern Europe. Despite numerous offers,\nshe refused to act in pornographic films or model for any of the\nhardcore magazines and websites. At every modelling session, she did\nher best to make friends and took the opportunity to ask careful\nquestions. Finally, she decided to set her sights on going to Britain\nand, through the help of one of her new friends, she found the right\n\"connection\". Using a careful selection of photographs\ngleaned from her modelling work, she assembled a resume and sent it\noff via email to her potential new employer. A week later, she\nreceived a telephone call from Thomas Hartfield and an invitation to\nattend an interview with one of his \"talent scouts\".

\n\n

They met at a discreet restaurant and\ntalked for over an hour. He asked Kara questions about her past, her\nambitions, and affairs in general. He also asked her many very\npersonal about her sexual habits and tastes, some of them verging on\nthe obscene. Kara soon realised that she was being tested and took\ncare to answer him frankly and did not allow herself to be provoked\nby his crude manner. Finally, the recruiter presented her with an\noffer. In return for a three-year service contract, the Agency would\nguarantee her a generous minimum monthly income and take care of her\ntransport to Britain, including all the necessary immigration\ndocumentation. Best of all, upon completion of the three years they\nguaranteed to obtain citizenship for her in Britain or the United\nStates.

\n\n

Kara knew that many such promises were\noften meaningless. However, all of her contacts had spoken highly of\nHartfield and his organisation. He had a reputation for keeping his\nword. Since she had little to lose, Kara signed the contract without\nfurther discussion. She was now a high-class escort.

\n\n

Chapter Two.

\n\n

During her first week in London, Kara\nattended a grooming course taught by several of Hartfield's senior\nemployees. They familiarised her with the latest fashions, the hot\ngossip that was making the society rounds as well as the names and\nbackgrounds of the rich and famous. As part of this course she was\nrequired to have sex with a man and a woman who, between them put her\nthrough just about every sexual activity possible. Driven by a\ndetermination never to return to the poverty of her former home Kara\ngraduated with flying colours.

\n\n

Kara soon settled into her new\nhigh-society life, and for the most part, she found it pleasant, even\nif the men that she entertained were sometimes thoughtless and\ndemanding. She had been working for three months and had just moved\ninto a new flat when she received a call from Hartfield's secretary.\nShe was to attend a meeting with Mr. Hartfield himself the next\nmorning. Stunned by this unprecedented event, Kara spent the night\ntrying to remember any offence, real or imagined that might have got\nher into trouble. The thought that she might be dismissed and sent\naway from her new life terrified her.

\n\n

Chapter Three.

\n\n

Kara had been sitting outside of\nHartfield's office for nearly half and hour when another woman came\nentered and took a seat next to her. Kara had never met the woman\nbefore, but she fit the general profile of the Agency's escorts. She\nhad black hair and was shorter than Kara. She was dressed in a tight\nblack leather outfit that showed off her taut, well toned body. The\nwarm musky smell of leather combined with the woman's perfume and\nnatural scent washed over Kara, who turned to smile and to nod a\ngreeting.

\n\n

The woman's arrival seemed to act as a\nsignal and moments later the secretary looked up from her paperwork\nand motioned the both of them to enter Hartfield's sanctum. Kara\nknocked on the door and then opened it. As the two of them entered,\nthey saw their employer, Thomas Hartfield standing in front of a\ncouch, smiling genially. A low table was set out with tea and\nbiscuits. Kara felt herself relax slightly as the setting did not\nappear to be leading up to a reprimand or dismissal.

\n\n

\"Welcome ladies,\" Hartfield\nsaid, holding out his arms as if to embrace them. \"Sit, please.\"\nHe indicated the armchairs to either side of him. \"Tea?\"

\n\n

Both women nodded their thanks. Kara\ncould see her own confusion reflected in the face of the other woman.\nShe had never heard of any employee being honoured in this manner.\nHer attention turned back to Hartfield upon hearing him clear his\nthroat in preparation to addressing them.

\n\n

\"I am so glad to meet the two of\nyou today. It is not often that I get to talk to the troops, as it\nwere,\" Hartfield said, sounding like a caricature of the typical\nold school boss. However, his eyes betrayed the sharp, calculating\nintellect that had brought him to the top of his somewhat shady\nindustry. \"I suppose that I should start by introducing you to\neach other. Kara, this is Tess, Tess, Kara.\"

\n\n

The two women nodded politely to each\nother, and at the same time taking the opportunity to do a more\ncomplete assessment of each other's assets and appearance. Kara saw\nthat her initial impressions of Tess were correct and on closer\nexamination she looked even more lithe and panther-like than ever.\nHer large dark brown eyes seemed to overwhelm her sharp angular face,\nmaking her look like a predatory fashion model.

\n\n

Hartfield set down his tea and\ncontinued. \"The Agency has been approached by a very prominent\nclient, who has made a rather unusual request. Because of the\nimportance and potential benefits to be obtained if we are able to\nsatisfy this client, I have picked two of our best girls for this\njob.\" He nodded, glancing at each woman in turn. \"Tess, if\nyou accept the job and perform to the client's satisfaction, you will\nbe paid ten times your usual fee. Kara, your reward will, I suspect\nbe even more welcome. If you do well on this job the Agency will\nwaive the rest of your contract term as well as arrange for your\ncitizenship papers.\"

\n\n

Kara felt her heart leap upon hearing\nHartfield's words. Not only was she being offered her freedom, but\nalso the chance to permanently escape the fear of having to return to\nthe bleak desperation of her former life. However, the bland smiling\nface of her employer brought her thoughts back to reality. Hartfield\nhad not stated what was required of them.

\n\n

\"I will not do anything criminal.\nAlso, no children, animals, or selling drugs,\" Kara said. \"If\nI had wanted that kind of life, I might as well have stayed at home.\"\nOut of the corner of her eye she saw Tess glance at her with raised\neyebrows.

\n\n

Hartfield looked wounded, apparently\ndistressed that Kara would suspect his motives. \"No, no nothing\nlike that at all,\" he said, shaking his carefully groomed head.\n\"Let explain. Our client is Barbara Landers, ex-wife of Rupert\nLanders.\"

\n\n

Kara's eyes widened in surprise. Rupert\nLanders had been the founder and CEO of one of the largest defence\ncontractors in Europe. His spectacular near demise during a\ndemonstration of a new anti-missile system which had suddenly decided\nthat Landers resembled an incoming ICBM had filled the newspaper\nheadlines for days. Crocodile tears flowed liberally when he finally\ndied of a brain tumour.

\n\n

\"Mrs. Landers came to hear about\nus from a friend, and she has expressed an interest in our services.\"\nHartfield's manner changed as he started to discuss business, looking\nmore like the high-class pimp that he really was. \"She has\nrequested that we supply two women for an S&M session. However,\nshe does not want experienced submissives but normal women.\"

\n\n

Tess nodded slowly in understanding.\nWhen Hartfield looked at her, she shrugged and said, \"Why not?\".

\n\n

Kara hesitated. The thought of pain did\nnot frighten her, but she was concerned that she would not be able to\nsatisfy this client and thus risk incurring Hartfield's wrath. \"Why\npick me?\" she asked.

\n\n

\"Actually, Mrs. Landers picked you\nfrom our video catalogue,\" Hartfield replied, his eyes narrowing\nat Kara's lack of enthusiasm.

\n\n

Kara suddenly realised that she had\nbeen Mrs. Landers' main choice. She nodded and smiled at her\nemployer. \"I was just worried that I would not suit her tastes,\"\nshe explained, \"but if she chose me, I would be pleased to go.\"

\n\n

\"Good,\" Hartfield said,\ngrinning and rubbing his hands together like a shopkeeper who had\njust clinched a difficult sale. \"Remember, she is paying top\ndollar, so anything short of serious injury in on the menu,\" he\nsaid, raising an eyebrow in emphasis.

\n\n

Both women nodded. Kara could not think\nof any reply that would not sound frightened or boastful, so she just\nmade sounds of agreement.

\n\n

\"The both of you will be ready to\ngo to her house at 2 p.m. tomorrow?\" Hartfield said. Kara\nrealised that she had been dismissed and rose to leave. Hartfield\nwaved vaguely at her in farewell. When she noticed that Tess had not\nmade a move to leave she hesitated.

\n\n

\"Go ahead Kara. I have something\nelse to discuss with Tess,\" Hartfield said, shooing her out of\nthe office.

\n\n

Kara walked out of the building, her\nmind filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She did not feel\nany gratitude to Hartfield, as it was the client who had chosen her\nand was probably paying him a horrendous fee. She had been working\nlong enough to know that really attractive and classy women who were\nwilling to accept serious punishment were extremely rare, so\nHartfield's offer was only fair. But she felt some apprehension, as\nshe had never been beaten or tortured before. As she sat in the back\nof the taxi on the way home, she gingerly pinched herself on the thigh\nand tried to imagine herself smiling and flirting with Mrs. Landers\nwhile her whole body was filled with pain. Sitting on the edge of her\nbed, Kara stared at herself in the mirror and nodded. The prize was\nworth the price, and she was determined to please this unusual client, no matter what it took. Having made up her mind, Kara slept soundly\nthat night, untroubled by further doubts.

\n\n

Chapter Four.

\n\n

Kara spent the morning at the\nhairdressers and working on her body, shaving and trimming her pubic\nhair and rubbing lotion into her skin until she glowed. After a light\nlunch of salad and a glass of white wine, she was picked up by a\nrented limousine. Tess was already in the car and was similarly in a\nstate of immaculate grooming. She wore a black woollen skirt which\nfell just below her knees but which had a slit up the side almost up\nto her hip, a dark brown turtle-necked jumper with matching boots and\na large over-sized cream-coloured leather jacket. Kara was glad that\nshe had chosen to wear a dove grey woollen jacket and skirt with a\npale-pink silk blouse. Their contrasting appearances would only\nhighlight the differences in the two women, giving the client a bit\nof variety and choice.

\n\n

Kara was surprised when Tess produced a\nsmartphone from her jacket and studied its screen. It was a rule that\non Agency time no one carried a phone. The Agency did not supply\nescorts for \"quickies\" in hotel rooms and the ban on\nsmartphones only served to emphasise the fact that the girls were\nnever to rush a client or to ignore the client while chatting on the\nphone.

\n\n

Tess noticed Kara's surprise and\nsmiled. \"Orders from the Boss. He wants to make sure that\neverything is to Mrs. Landers' satisfaction,\" she said, tapping\nthe phone with a manicured fingernail. \"Don't worry. I'll switch\nit off when we get there.\"

\n\n

The car pulled up in front of the main\ngate. The security personnel must have been given the number of the\ncar and photographs of the expected occupants because the gate swung\nopen before the driver had a chance to reach for the intercom. When\nthey stopped at the house, both Kara and Tess waited for the driver\nto open their doors before stepping gracefully out of the vehicle.\nThe front door was open and a dark suited butler stood waiting.

\n\n

\"Mrs. Landers is waiting for you\nin the living room,\" he said as they approached. \"Walk this\nway please.\" The butler gave no visible indication that he was\naware of their occupation or the purpose of their visit. Kara was\ncertain that he knew every detail and would have preferred that they\nhad come in by the tradesman's entrance.

\n\n

The butler tapped gently at the doorway\nto the living room and announced \"Your visitors are here Madam.\"\nHe stepped aside and ushered the two women into the room.

\n\n

\"Close the door Edward. We are not\nto be interrupted for any reason unless I call for you,\" Barbara\nLanders said, rising from her chair. She waited for the door to close\nand for the butler to walk away before she spoke again. Smiling she\nsaid, \"Welcome. I've been looking forward to seeing you. You\nmust be Kara, and you Tess,\" she continued, nodding to each of\nthem in turn.

\n\n

Kara and Tess both smiled and returned\nthe greeting. Mrs. Landers made no move to shake hands, so they both\nwaited for their client to indicate how she wished to proceed.

\n\n

\"Sit down and let's chat for a\nmoment,\" their hostess said. \"Oh, and please call me\nBarbara.\" She waited until the two girls were seated before\ncontinuing. \"Let me give you a little background so that you\nwill understand what I want from you.\" She paused for a moment\ngathering her thoughts. \"I married my husband for his money, and\nhe knew it. There were no illusions on either side, but please don't\nthink it was all grim and mercenary. We got along very well and made\na good team.\"

\n\n

Barbara grinned. \"You must be\nwondering what the point of this rather prosaic tale is all about.\nWell, I am a good-looking woman and intelligent enough to make him a\nsuitable partner. However, he chose me in particular for another\nreason. You see, in the bedroom, he was a sadist. He enjoyed\nphysically hurting his women.\"

\n\n

Upon hearing this revelation Kara and\nTess glanced quickly at each other.

\n\n

Seeing this, Barbara laughed, her\ngentle melodious voice startling the girls. \"No dears, I was not\nthe poor victimised maiden. Shortly after we had met, he told me all\nabout his tastes in entertainment. I was the one who volunteered in\nexchange for a very comfortable life. Unlike a battered wife, I was\nalways genuinely cheerful and affectionate in public as well as being\nalways available for fun and games when he was in the mood. When we\ndiscovered that he had an inoperable tumour in his brain I was truly\nshocked and sad. At the end, he said that I was the only person in\nthe world that he had screwed who had not tried to screw him in\nreturn and, to my surprise, he left everything to me in his will\ndespite a prenup.\" She nibbled on her lip, lost in thought for a\nmoment.

\n\n

Suddenly,\nBarbara brightened up. \"In fact,\" she said, \"all the\nlegal technicalities were settled yesterday and in a little while,\nthe trustees of his estate will be setting up a special link over the\nCompany's Intranet. Once I key in my new password into the notebook\non that table, control of all my husband's bank accounts, patent\nrights and shareholdings will pass to me\". She laughed again.\n\"My husband did so love his toys. Every inch of the house is set\nup with a high speed wireless network. He used to take that notebook\nwith him everywhere, even into the toilet\".

\n\n

Barbara Landers stood up and twirled.\nThe soft white translucent fabric of her dress flared like a cloud\ncaught in a gust of wind and the two girls saw that she had a fine,\nwell toned body. \"You might say that you two are a little gift\nto myself to celebrate the occasion. Actually, a good friend of mine\ngave me the idea. When I said that I bore my husband no ill will for\nhis treatment of me, I meant it. However, I find that deep down, in a\nlittle corner of my mind, I have always felt that other women were\nlaughing at me and I resented it.\" She looked into the eyes of\neach of the girls. \"I tell myself that millions of women would\nhave done the same thing if given the chance, but I need to see it\nfor myself\". Pointing at Tess, she asked, \"Do you understand\nwhat I want?\"

\n\n

Tess grinned and shrugged. \"I'm\nhere to show you a good time. If you want to tan my butt or slap me\naround, I'm all yours,\" she said, patting her buttocks with her\nhand.

\n\n

Barbara raised an elegant eyebrow and\nthen turned to Kara. \"And how about you?\"

\n\n

Kara considered Tess' attitude and\nthought about what the woman had said. She also remembered that\nBarbara had not wanted experienced submissives. She took a step\nforward and took hold of Barbara's hand with both of hers. Bringing\nit up to her lips, she kissed the tips of the woman's fingers and then\npressed the hand to the side of her face. Slowly she ran the hand\ndown the angle of her jaw and down the sleek curve of her neck until\nit rested on the upper curve of her breast. \"I do not know how\nsadists play, but I do know about my own body. I know what feels good\nand what hurts. Usually, people want me to tell them what feels good\nand where to touch my body. But I'll show you all the soft, tender,\nsensitive places that will make me moan and cry and scream, and\nspread myself open so that you can reach all the secret spots and wet\ndelicate spots with your fingers, hands, teeth, and whips. I'll kiss\nand lick you while you hurt me. I have a beautiful, sexy body, and it\nis all yours to play with.\"

\n\n

Barbara looked deep into Kara's eyes\nand saw strength, determination and humour. She gently squeezed the\nfirm fleshy globe under her palm and nodded. She lowered her hand and\nslid back into her seat. \"Let me see you naked. Both of you.\nTake off all of your clothes, then come and stand in front of me.\"

\n\n

Both Kara and Tess felt relieved upon\nhearing this familiar request. Undressing gracefully in front of a\nstranger was one of the first things that any prostitute learned to\ndo.

\n\n

Tess plucked the smartphone from her\njacket and held it up to Kara as she pressed the power button,\ncausing the shutdown sequence to appear. She winked, emphasising her\ncompliance with the Agency rules, and then put the phone back inside\nher jacket. That done, Tess pulled off her clothes and tossed them\naside as if glad to be rid of them, baring her tanned lithe body\nalmost gleefully. With a swaying, confident stride, she walked away\nfrom her garments, stopping an arm's length away from Barbara. She\nran her hands lightly down the front of her body all the way from the\ntop of her breasts, down over her pointed nipples and across the\nrippling plane of her flat belly before propping them arrogantly on her\nhips.

\n\n

Kara was less of an exhibitionist. In\nfact, she always surprised herself by still feeling a little\nembarrassed when taking off her clothes in front of a client. She\nneatly folded each item and set them aside on a chair, baring her\nbody efficiently but without the showmanship of her colleague.\nKeeping her high-heeled shoes on, she joined Tess in front of\nBarbara.

\n\n

Barbara leaned forward in her seat and\nreached out her hands to touch the firm smooth thighs of the two\ngirls. The feel of their warm flesh under her fingers seemed to drive\nhome the reality of the situation and her eyes lit up with\nexcitement. Her tongue flicked across her lips as she allowed all her\nvengeful fantasies and images of past humiliations, real or imagined\nat the hands of disdainful society women, to fill her mind. She slid\nher fingers up the silken skin of their inner thighs, stopping just\nbefore she touched their mounds.

\n\n

\"Lets play a little game,\"\nsaid Barbara. Reaching under the coffee table next to her chair, she\nproduced a wicked looking riding crop made from gleaming black\nleather. \"I want both of you to play with yourselves. Stand\nright where you are now and spread your legs a little.\" She\nwaited as the two girls obeyed, shuffling their feet apart until they\nstood like soldiers at parade rest. \"Now use the fingers of one\nhand to spread yourselves and show me your clits,\" ordered\nBarbara.

\n\n

In tandem, Tess and Kara reached down\nand spread their outer labia with their index and middle fingers,\nbringing their crinkled pink inner labia into view like a pair of\nfleshy butterflies. By pulling upwards slightly, they succeeded in\ndrawing the protective hood of skin back and away from their clits.

\n\n

\"That's good,\" Barbara said.\n\"Now I want the both of you to play with your clits. Don't touch\nyourself anywhere else. Just your clit.\"

\n\n

Kara lifted her hand to her mouth in\norder to lubricate her fingertip.

\n\n

Barbara shook her head and said, \"No.\nDon't do that. Don't use any lubrication.\" She waved the riding\ncrop in front of their hips. \"This is a contest. The winner gets\nher bottom caned with this crop,\" she said, grinning evilly, \"and\nthe loser gets caned on her pussy.\"

\n\n

The two girls started to gingerly\nstroke their clits, wincing as their dry fingers rasped across the\ndry and painfully sensitive skin.

\n\n

\"By the way\" said Barbara, \"I\nhave not decided whether the one who cums first or the one who\nclimaxes second shall be the winner. Perhaps I will toss a coin. But\nlet me warn you, I will punish anyone who tries to fake an orgasm or\ndoes not really try to cum.\"

\n\n

Tess groaned in dismay and closed her\neyes in concentration, rubbing her finger in tiny circles around her\nstiffening clit. Kara used a different technique, keeping her\nfingertip on one spot just above her clit and vibrating her finger in\ntiny side-to-side movements. Both of the girls found it very\ndifficult to stimulate themselves sufficiently to reach a climax\nwithout being able to touch the rest of their bodies. In addition,\nthe pressure of being in a competition made it all the more\ndifficult. Despite Barbara's warning, both girls had no choice but to\ntry to climax first in hopes of avoiding the more severe punishment.

\n\n

The muscles of Kara's legs and buttocks\nquivered with the strain of standing with her feet wide apart as she\nstrained towards an orgasm. She longed to be able to caress her\nbreasts and nipples, finding that the need to concentrate only on her\nclit was actually making it more difficult for her to cum. The\nconstant friction of her dry finger was starting to make her clit\nsore, and Kara knew that she was in a race not only with Tess but with\nher own body. She had to bring herself to a climax before her touch\nactually became too irritating for her to be able to orgasm. She\nconcentrated her attention on the tiny bud that thrust out between\nher fingers, letting her feelings of shame and excitement over\ndisplaying herself to Barbara in this obscene manner add to her\nstimulation. Her clit tingled as Barbara's gaze swept over her\ncrotch. Each movement of her finger sent a throbbing vibration\nrippling through her body, radiating outward from her\nsuper-stimulated clitoris. Moaning softly, she rode the waves of\nsensation, and absorbed the sweet aching soreness of her clit,\nblending pleasure and pain.

\n\n

Barbara switched her attention to Tess,\nwho was rolling her clit aggressively, ignoring the discomfort and\nrubbing herself harder and harder. She braced her hips, pushing\nagainst her hand and panting. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her skin\nbegan to glisten with the effort as she drove herself to orgasm.

\n\n

The woman watched in fascination as\nboth of the masturbating girls tensed and groaned as they neared\ntheir climaxes at almost the same time. She saw Tess' eyes glance\ntowards Kara, and then her teeth bared in a grin of triumph as the\nmuscles of her belly rippled and clenched in the tiny staccato\nmotions that signalled her orgasm. Tess' hips bucked and ground as if\nshe were thrusting against an invisible lover, and her thighs clamped\nshut, trapping her hand between them.

\n\n

Just seconds later, Kara cried out\nwordlessly as her vibrating finger finally drove her over the top.\nShe staggered as the intense sensation made her knees go weak, but\nshe maintained her widespread stance and continued to work her\nclitoris, drawing out her climax into a series of mini-orgasms.

\n\n

Barbara could actually see Kara's clit\nthrobbing and twitching as she came and came. The opening of Kara's\nvagina glistened with milky fluids that threatened to well out of her\nhole and to drip onto the carpet.

\n\n

Mindful that she was actually\nperforming for the entertainment of her client, Kara maintained her\nposition and carefully spread her pussy wide open so that Barbara\ncould see the stiffly erect petals of her inner labia and the deep\nred flush of her stimulated flesh. She mentally cringed at the\nthought of being whipped on her pussy.

\n\n

Barbara clapped her hands. \"Bravo\nladies. That was an excellent performance from both of you\". She\nthen produced a coin, which she flipped into the air. \"And the\nwinner is; the one who came last!\" she cried dramatically.

\n\n

Tess grunted in disgust, while Kara\ngave a small sigh of relief.

\n\n

Waving her riding crop, Barbara said,\n\"All right, let's give out the prizes. Kara, you first. Keep\nyour legs the way they are and bend over for six.\"

\n\n

Kara obediently bent over and put her\nhands on her knees, eyeing the nasty looking crop with trepidation.\nThe crop and its wielder moved out of view behind her, and she\nclenched her teeth in anticipation. Despite her frightened\nconcentration, the swishing of the crop through the air barely had\ntime to register in her mind before she felt the whip strike squarely\nacross her buttocks. The hot, stinging pain filled both cheeks of her\ntautly stretched buttocks as she rocked forward from the impact.

\n\n

\"Count them, please,\" Barbara said, eyeing the rapidly rising weal that neatly bisected Kara's\nupthrust flesh.

\n\n

\"One!\" gasped Kara.

\n\n

\"Swish…crack!\"

\n\n

\"Ow! Two.\"

\n\n

The third stroke caught Kara right at\nthe junction where her thighs met her buttocks, and the tip of the\ncrop drew a tiny drop of blood, painting a dark red bruise.

\n\n

Kara yelped in pain, her fingers\nclamping down on her knees as she struggled with her instinctive\ndesire to jump up and rub her wounded flesh. \"Three.\"

\n\n

The fourth and fifth strokes followed\nin quick succession, scribing two more straight crimson coloured\nlines across Kara's bum.

\n\n

Barbara took careful aim and brought\nthe crop down hard for the sixth and final stroke. This time the crop\nstruck only one cheek and the tip sank deep into the crevice between\nthem, biting savagely at Kara's arsehole.

\n\n

The pain and shock were too much for\nKara, who jumped up, reach around with both hands to shield her\nwounded flesh. However, she still retained enough presence of mind to\nshout out \"Six!\" and thus end her ordeal.

\n\n

Barbara ran her hand over Kara's\nburning red skin, enjoying the heat and the feel of the stiff crimson\nedged ridges that she had placed there. Kara pressed her body against\nher tormentor, her breasts flattening against Barbara's shoulder.

\n\n

\"Did it hurt a lot?\" asked\nBarbara softly.

\n\n

Kara shook her head, stroking the\nwoman's arm. \"It doesn't matter,\" she replied, \"as long\nas you are happy.\" Turning her head to look at Barbara's face,\nshe gave a tearful smile. \"You can hit me some more if you like,\"\nshe offered.

\n\n

Barbara kissed her on the cheek and\nsmiled back. \"That's enough for now. Tess is waiting to play\nwith me.\" She gave Kara a hug. The feel and scent of the\nbeautiful blonde's body in her arms filled her senses, and she could\nfeel the crotch of her panties getting sticky.

\n\n

Chapter Five.

\n\n

Standing with her arms folded across\nher breasts, Tess had watched Kara's caning with a tiny smile on her\nface that quickly disappeared when the other two women looked towards\nher. She pointed with her nose at the crop in Barbara's hand and said,\n\"My turn now, I guess. So how do you want me? Sticking my butt up\nlike Kara won't work if you are going to hit my pussy.\"

\n\n

\"Why don't you suggest something,\"\nreplied Barbara, tapping the crop in her palm.

\n\n

Tess looked around the room seeking\ninspiration. Realising that any position that required her to display\nbalance and concentration while having her genitals whipped would be\nimpossible to maintain, she made her choice. \"How about I lie on\nmy side on the couch. I can lift my leg up and apart so that you get\na good shot at my pussy.\" She suited her words with action,\ndemonstrating the posture that she had proposed. With her forearm\nhooked behind her knee, she was able to hold on to her leg with both\narms, which would help her to keep her legs spread wide even when\nBarbara hit her sex.

\n\n

\"That looks good,\" Barbara said, tapping Tess' pussy experimentally with her crop. The girl's\nwidespread pose opened up the crevice of her sex to such an extent\nthat Barbara could see right into her vaginal passage. The sight of\nTess' gaping pussy gave Barbara an idea, and she turned to Kara, who\nwas still carefully rubbing her sore buttocks.

\n\n

\"Kara, I want you to do something\nfor me while I entertain Tess.\"

\n\n

Kara nodded. \"Sure\".

\n\n

Barbara pointed with her riding crop.\n\"See that shiny black and silver vibrator over there? I want you\nto put it in your pussy and turn it on. Turn the dial slowly, one\nclick at a time. I want to see how far you get by the time I am\nfinished with Tess.\"

\n\n

Puzzled, Kara said, \"O.K.\" and\nthen went over to the indicated device. When she picked it up, she was\nsurprised to find that it was heavier than she expected. The shiny\nstrips that ran lengthwise down the barrel of the vibrator were made\nof metal and cool to the touch. She realised that its weight was\ngoing to make it harder to keep inside her body unless she kept her legs\nsqueezed together. Shrugging, Kara placed the smooth rounded tip at\nthe opening of her sex and gently rotated the vibrator from side to\nside, working it into her passage. It slipped easily into her pussy,\nwhich was still wet from her masturbation session. Since Barbara was\nnot watching, she did not make a show of inserting the device, but\nmerely slid it up into her body with a smooth motion. When the tip\ntouched her cervix, only the knurled control dial still showed. The\nchill feel of the metal deep inside her body made her shiver.

\n\n

Kara glanced over at Barbara, who was\nbusy playing with Tess' pussy lips, lightly slapping at the moist\npetals of her inner labia with the flat leather tip of the crop. Kara\npeered down between her legs at the shiny black plastic that\nprotruded from her body. Barbara's instructions to turn the dial one\nclick at a time made her cautious, suspecting that the motor in the\nvibrator was more powerful than usual. She turned the dial, feeling\nit click under her fingers. To her surprise, there was no discernible\nhum or motion. Then she felt the tiny tickling sensation that ran all\nalong the length of her vagina, making her inner muscles squeeze on\nthe intruding object. She gasped softly, realising that the\n\"vibrator\" did not contain a motor at all. The weight that\nshe had felt was entirely due to a large battery. The metal strips on\nits outside were not merely decorations, but were actually electrical\ncontacts. She tried to turn the dial in the other direction in order\nto switch the tickling current off, but it would not move. The switch\nwas designed to turn only in one direction unless some hidden catch\nwas released. Cautiously, Kara turned the dial another stop. The\ncurrent immediately grew in strength, and was now strong enough to\nfeel like she was suffering from pins and needles inside her pussy.\nLooking at the dial, her eyes widened in shock. There were a total of\nten stops on the dial and if the second was any indication, the\nhigher levels would generate a severe shock and might even burn the\nflesh at the points of contact. It was no wonder that Barbara had\nwanted to see how far up the dial that Kara would go! She was\ndetermined not to disappoint the woman, so she turned the dial again.\nAs expected, the stinging sensation grew significantly in strength,\nnow feeling like tiny ant bites that went on and on. She felt her\nforehead grow damp and a painful throbbing began to spread through\nher lower belly. Just then, a sharp \"smack\" came from the\nother side of the room. Looking up, Kara saw Tess' body jerk as the\ncrop hit her clean-shaven pussy. She heard Barbara say, \"I shall\nleave the number of strokes to you. Just tell me when you have had\nenough.\"

\n\n

Digging her fingernails into her thigh,\nKara turned the dial again. The sharp pain made her throw her head\nback and to clench the fingers of both hands into the muscles of her\nbruised buttocks. This level was as far as she could bear to go if\nshe were to stand here and wait for Barbara to finish whipping Tess.

\n\n

Barbara brought the crop down again\nwith a sharp flick of her wrist, hitting Tess across both of her\nplump outer labia. Several red criss-crossing marks now decorated\nTess' mound, and her inner labia had started to swell where the whip\nhad caught them. Tess had drawn her knee right up to her face, and she\nhugged her thigh to her chest with grim determination. She watched\nwith slitted eyes as Barbara swung the crop back for another stroke.\nThe whip flashed down in a blurred grey arc before striking Tess'\nflesh. This time, Barbara had aimed the crop so that only the tip\nstruck her victim, landing right at the upper juncture of her labia\nand expending its full force on and around Tess' clit.

\n\n

Tess shouted in pain, her free leg\nkicking at the fabric of the couch as if to push her tormentor away.\nThe stinging pain of crop hitting her sensitive clit was almost\nunbearable.

\n\n

Barbara knelt down beside Tess and\nasked, \"How many of those do you think you could take?\"

\n\n

Tess shook her head, still panting from\nthe agony that filled her crotch. \"I don't know. That really\nhurt.\"

\n\n

Wickedly, Barbara said, \"Give me a\nnumber. If it is reasonable, and you manage to hold still for them, I\nwill stop beating your pussy.\"

\n\n

Tess blinked in confusion as she tried\nto decide on the minimum number of blows to her clit that Barbara was\nlikely to accept and that she would be able to bear without breaking.\n\"Five?\" she said hopefully.

\n\n

\"That's a deal\" said Barbara.\n\"Open wide\".

\n\n

The crop cut through the air and hit\nthe widespread sex again. Tess moaned and writhed on the couch. It\nfelt as if a knife had slashed her clit. The second stroke fell like\nan explosion of flame in her groin. The skin around her clit was\nturning a deep, sullen red, and the tiny sex bud itself had swollen to\nalmost double its normal size. Despite her determination, Tess\nallowed her leg to fall lower in an instinctive move to shield her\nwounded genitalia.

\n\n

\"That's naughty,\" Barbara chided. \"Let's see that lovely little clit,\" she said,\nwaving her hand upward.

\n\n

With a sobbing gasp, Tess jerked her\nthigh upwards, fully exposing her pussy once more. When Barbara swung\nthe crop and tapped her clit with a practice swing, Tess was\nmortified to feel a tiny drop of urine escape from her urethra as she\nshrank back from the anticipated blow.

\n\n

Deciding that Tess deserved a reward\nfor her fortitude, Barbara placed the square edged tip of the crop at\nthe opening of Tess' vagina. \"Hold this for me dear,\" she\nsaid as she pushed the shaft of the whip into the gaping pussy.

\n\n

Leaving the crop sticking out of Tess'\nbody like an anorexic penis, Barbara turned towards Kara. Reaching\nout, she cupped the quivering blonde's breasts in her palms, toying\nwith her nipples with her thumbs. \"What setting are you at?\"\nshe asked.

\n\n

\"Four\" whispered Kara. \"It\nreally hurts,\" she added, bowing her head, \"but I think that\nI'm getting wet\". When she looked up again, there was a look of\nconfusion in her eyes.

\n\n

Barbara kissed her damp forehead. Then\nshe slid her hand down the front of Kara's body until the tip of her\nindex finger touched the girl's clit. Pressing firmly on the moist\nsex bud, Barbara felt a tiny tingle in her finger that was the\nresidue from the stinging current that was cracking in Kara's cunt.\nGripping the throbbing clit with thumb and finger, she pressed her\nlips to Kara's ear. \"I want to hurt you just a little bit more.\nMay I?\"

\n\n

Kara took a deep breath and braced\nherself, placing her hands on Barbara's hips as if preparing to\ndance. \"You may,\" she whispered back. Barbara's lips pressed\nagainst hers, and they kissed, tongues twining and probing. At the\nsame time, Barbara pinched the girl's clit firmly, her fingernails\nbiting into the delicate flesh. She felt the girl's hot breath as she\ngasped in pain, and the girl's moan vibrated in her mouth as she\ncontinued to squeeze and twist the exquisitely sensitive morsel. Just\nthen, the computer terminal on the nearby table gave a beep. \"Oops,\nsorry. I have to stop for a moment. Money calls,\" Barbara said.\nAs she walked past Tess, she snatched the crop from its fleshy sheath\nand gave the surprised girl a wicked smack on her clit. \"I don't\nwant you getting bored,\" she said, laughing happily.

\n\n

Bending down to look at the LCD screen,\nBarbara saw the message that she had been waiting for. The flashing\ncursor on the screen highlighted the words \"Enter your desired\npassword, which should not be shorter than 15 digits and may contain\nletters and numbers\". She typed in her password, which she had\nchosen several days earlier, and hit the \"Enter\" key. The\nscreen went momentarily blank and then flashed the words\n\"Congratulations. Your password has been accepted\".

\n\n

Barbara whirled around and clapped her\nhands in delight. \"At last!\" she cried. \"All of it is\nmine.\" Skipping back to Kara, she gave the girl a wet, smacking\nkiss on the cheek. In her joy, she did not notice Tess getting up from\nthe couch and staring intently in the direction of the computer.\nSuddenly, a green LED lit up in the face of the smartphone that she\nhad placed on the table and Tess' face distorted in a wolfish grin.\nKicking aside the riding crop that Barbara had dropped on the floor,\nshe glided over to her discarded jacket.

\n\n

Barbara was reaching for Kara's nipples\nin order to give them a playful tweak when she heard Tess clear her\nthroat loudly with a theatrical \"Ahem!\". Then she saw\nKara's eyes widen in shock. Swivelling around, she gasped at the\nsight of Tess who was wearing her jacket around her shoulders like a\ncloak and holding a tiny black automatic pistol.

\n\n

\"Do you like it?\" asked Tess,\nwaggling her pistol. \"It's a Kel-Tec\nP32, and it fits just great in a jacket pocket without making an\nunsightly bulge. Its light too!\". Tess tapped the gun with her\nother hand. \"I'm sorry that I can't cock the hammer back with a\nthreatening click like they do in the films, and I have already\nchambered a round, so I'm not going to rack the slide back either,\nbut I am sure that you ladies know what to do,\" she said,\npointing at the ceiling with her free hand.

\n\n

Barbara and Kara raised their hands,\nstill shocked at the sudden turn of events.

\n\n

\"Confused?\" said Tess. \"Since\nneither of you are kung-fu experts, I'll risk taking a moment to\nexplain. See that smartphone? It is actually a Wi-Fi receiver and\nhacking device which was given to me by your dear departed husband's\nlegal advisor and friend.\" She grinned at Barbara's expression\ndismay. \"Yes, the same friend who gave you the idea of hiring us\nfor your fun and games. Since he was the one who drafted the contract\nfor the installation of the wireless networking system in this house,\nhe had no problem in getting the specifications of its encryption\nsystem, and Wi-Fi password, and having a suitable analyser made to\nlook like a telephone.\" Tess pressed her hand to her pussy with\na hiss of pain.

\n\n

\"You wouldn't dare use that gun in\nhere\" said Barbara.

\n\n

\"Are you thinking about your\nfaithful butler?\" asked Tess mockingly. \"When your husband\nleft everything to you, his faithfulness took a sudden nose-dive. He\nwill earn his share by ensuring that none of the other staff are\naround to witness what happens.\" She laughed as Barbara's\nshoulders sagged in defeat. \"Shortly, I'll press the transmit\nbutton on the phone, and it will re-direct the signal to the system\nof my partners, along with your password, and begin transferring\nyour… I mean our money to its new home\".

\n\n

\"Why all this rigmarole?\"\nasked Kara. \"You could have just pointed that gun at Barbara and\nused her notebook.\"

\n\n

Barbara nodded in agreement.

\n\n

\"Sorry,\" Tess said, shaking her\nhead. \"We know all about the booby-trapped biometric key that\nwould be triggered if the wrong fingerprint is entered, and the\nverbal emergency code word, and who knows what else. Your husband\nreally was a tech nut. Besides, this isn't a film. Transferring\nbillions of dollars and selling off masses of stocks and bonds can't\nbe done in one push of a button without setting off alarms and red\nflags all over the place. They've got a team of finance people ready\nto handle it.\"

\n\n

\"So what happens now?\" said\nKara.

\n\n

Tess shook her head sadly. \"There\nwill be a terrible scandal. Rich perverted lady hires prostitute for\nkinky S&M games. The hooker objects to the rough treatment and\npulls out a gun. They struggle, and the rich lady gets shot. However,\nbecause of the small calibre of the pistol, the wounded rich lady\nmanages to snatch the gun and shoot the hooker in the heart before\nbleeding to death herself.\" Tess gingerly touched her swollen\nclit again. \"I think that you will have the unusual honour of\nbeing shot in the pussy,\" she snarled. \"Spread your legs\napart, Barbara. I want to get a good, clean shot.\"

\n\n

\"What if I refuse?\" asked\nBarbara, her face turning pale.

\n\n

Tess shrugged casually. \"I have\nlots of bullets. I don't mind shooting you in the knees or shoulders\nfirst.\"

\n\n

Tears of fright and helplessness ran\ndown Barbara's face as she slowly shuffled her feet apart.

\n\n

\"Er, Tess … could I ask a favour\nbefore you shoot me?\" said Kara, apparently resigned to her\nfate.

\n\n

\"What?\"

\n\n

\"Could I at least take this out of\nmy pussy before it happens?\" replied Kara, pointing at the dildo\nthat was still embedded in her pussy.

\n\n

Tess laughed. \"It would be a\ngiggle to have your body found with that thing still in it, but …\nO.K. you can take it out,\" she said magnanimously.

\n\n

Kara knew that she would only have one\nchance at survival. However, it would depend on her ability to\nwithstand pain without showing anything on her face. Reaching down\nbetween her legs, she gripped the end of the dildo with one hand and\nthe power dial with the other. \"Let me turn this damned thing\noff first,\" she muttered. Gritting her teeth, Kara turned the\ndial all the way to \"10\" with a sharp twist of her wrist.\nThe current blasted into the walls of her wet pussy, making tiny\nburns in her inner flesh as she slid the dildo out. Biting back the\nurge to scream, Kara lifted the dripping torture device and casually\ntossed it at Tess, saying \"Here, you can have it.\"

\n\n

Startled, Tess swatted her hand at the\nflying object. When her fingers touched the damp metal contacts, a\nbright purple spark arced out sending a searing shock through her\nhand and up her arm. She screamed from the blast of electrical energy\nthat shot through her body. The power was actually too low to do any\npermanent damage, but it stunned her for a second, which was a\nsufficient time for Kara to dive forward and grab the hand that was\nholding the gun.

\n\n

Tess' finger jerked and a .32 slug\nwhizzed past Kara's ear. Although the bullet did no damage, the\nmuzzle blast so close to her head stunned her. Dazed, she was able to\nstop Tess from shooting her, but not to wrest the gun away\nfrom her adversary. For several seconds, the two girls struggled, but\nwith a determined twist of her arms, Tess managed to break free. Kara\nstared at the small black orifice of the pistol's muzzle as it lined\nup with her eye. There was a sharp \"crack\" and Kara looked\naround in confusion when she realised that she was still alive. Tess\ncrumpled to the floor, revealing Barbara holding the shattered case\nof the notebook computer in both hands, having just used the\nelectronic device as a very effective club.

\n\n

\"My husband always said that\ncomputers could be bad for your health,\" Barbara gasped, dropping\nthe shattered computer on the head of the unconscious Tess.

\n\n

Chapter Six

\n\n

The police had come and gone, taking\nTess and the traitorous butler with them. After giving their\nstatements, the police left the two women to recover in peace,\nushered away by Barbara's new lawyers.

\n\n

Kara slumped gloomily on the couch,\nsipping at a glass of brandy.

\n\n

\"What's the matter?\" asked\nBarbara, sitting down beside her.

\n\n

\"Well, with my boss in jail and\nhis company shut down, I'm out of a job. Without a sponsor, I'll have\nto leave the UK and go back to Europe,\" Kara sighed.

\n\n

Barbara studied the beautiful blond for\na moment, and then she grinned. \"My ex-lawyer may have been a\ncrook, but he did have a good idea. I was enjoying myself up to the\npoint where Tess decided to change the script.\"

\n\n

\"You mean you would hire me?\"\nasked Kara hopefully.

\n\n

\"I still have a lot of\nfrustrations to work out, and you were much more fun than Tess. So …\nwhat do think?\" replied Barbara.

\n\n

Kara sat still for a moment, still\nfeeling the pain deep inside her pussy. Then she smiled and started\nlooking around the room. \"Where did that riding crop go?\"

\n\n

\"Then you'll stay?\" asked\nBarbara.

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\"I always wanted to be a\ntherapist\" answered Kara, waving the crop and grinning\ntriumphantly.

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