Message-ID: <8100eli$9802041401@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jaypee Subject: tortured teacher 3 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34D7C041.729A@KIVA.NET> TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 3 by Joy Paine Index words: venues of torture v# NOTE: with one exception, the characters in this story have no resemblance to any person living or dead. The exception is that I like to picture myself in the story, from time to time. Susie luxuriated in the hot shower for the short time that the matron allowed her, wishing that the feeling of filthiness would wash off along with the semen and the sweat (both his and hers) and the little bit of blood from the minor injuries her last "date" had inflicted. At least the wounds were in places where no-one but her customers would see them, she consoled herself. Not even a lover -- not a normal one, at any rate -- would be likely to give her the intimate sort of examination that would reveal those minute scratches and needle pricks. And she knew, from bitter experience, that even that slight evidence would be gone in a few hours -- or a day at most. Would to God that her soul would heal, as her body would. The matron turned off the hot water, making Susie stand under the cold shower until her whole body tingled, then let her get out and towel off. Susie knew the rest of the routine, again from bitter experience. The enema, the astringent douche, the vaginal and rectal suppositories, to keep things all nice and tight and slippery. And perfumed. And to kill any lingering germs, although the careful screening of the House's lientele was usually enough to eliminate any chance of disease. v# The madam, who liked to be referred to as the "matron", had told Susie that there was a special section of the House, where clients with herpes and other venereal diseases were permitted, but the girls that worked in that area were never made available to the "clean" customers. And Susie had been warned that she would be a candidate for that section if she ever let her figure go, or if she got moody or sullen, or if . . ., or if . . . or if . . . The list seemed endless. And believe me, she told herself, I'm going to do whatever it takes -- whatever at all -- to keep from having to serve in the "Pit", as the matron archly called it. Even the Dungeon, where the tortures sometimes got to be really serious, or the Zoo, where the girls had to amuse a cheering audience by fucking with animals, were a less horrible fate than the Pit. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |