THE LITTLE OLYMPICS PART THREE

Zoe gritted her teeth, and squinted through blinding tears at her nipples, which were stapled to a beam. She was hanging from her nipples, and though Zoe wasn't a fat girl--a hundred five tops--she felt like a three ton hog...and her nipples were bearing the weight.

 

Of course between her legs was absolute sogginess...it was terribly humiliatiing as well as painful, being hung with about eight other women while dressed visitors gazed up at the various women being suspended by their areolas.

 

And now there was also a man, right next to Zoe, who was hanging by his balls, strapped securely to the adjoining beam. He was Australian, and his name was Ronald, and he seemed very nice, but a bit quiet, as one of his testicles was squooshed by the knot against the wood.

 

As Zoe hung, trying desperately to withstand the pain, her mind went into the past...

 

At Bennington, Zoe had had a secret lover, a cafeteria worker, a large breasted olive skinned fifty year old named Consuelo.

 

Consuelo would come to see Zoe at her apartment in the evenings. Zoe had a beautifully polished Spencer paddle.

 

The Spencer, made of beautifully polished Cocabola wood from Costa Rica was about a foot and a half wide and three feet long, and had symmetrically placed holes that eliminated any resistance from air, so that it swung faster and harder.

 

When Consuelo came into Zoe's house, Zoe would usually greet Consuelo wearing only a pair of panties. "Hello Chancho" Consuelo would generally greet Zoe with...Chancho being the Mexican word for pig.

 

Consuelo would tell Zoe she lived in a sty, and would walk around the apartment, pointing out dust mites,  stains in the toilet and dirt on the mirrors. Zoe would follow fervently, cleaning and vacuuming as Consuelo spoke.

 

"Mira, this toilet make me sick." Consuelo's voice would ring. "Here, you put your tongue in there! See how nasty it is!"

 

"B-but Consuelo, I could get salmonella." Zoe always sounded a little weak at protesting, but after Consuelo's heavy hand crashed across Zoe's little face, Zoe would waver.

 

"Puta, obey me or you will be quite unhappy, comprende?"

 

Then Consuelo would grab Zoe's thick blonde hair and push Zoe's head in the toilet until she really did clean it rather well with her tongue.

 

 

It took hours of Listerine gargling  and Miller Beer after Consuelo's departure to make the horrific taste go away.

 

Eventually, Consuelo would become exasperated by the level of mess, and she would order Zoe to bring her the Spencer paddle.

 

Zoe always brought it, while crying and pleaeding, and Consuelo, after slapping Zoe's face back and forth, would then whack Zoe, hard, and urge Zoe to clean more.

 

It was especially painful when Zoe was scrubbing the kitchen floor, on her knees, and Consuelo would whack her pantie clad bottom and now and then.

 

Soon Consuelo would  demand that Zoe arch up on her knees, hands behind her back, so that Consuelo could have access to Zoe's beautiful tender breasts, and how the Spencer hurt when they were clouted!

 

Zoe still recalled how her breasts, following five or six whacks with the heavy paddle would smart and be bright red. Zoe would clutch them, weeping softly, and Consuelo would laugh and take another shot with the horrible Cocabola wood.

 

After the apartment was sparkling, Consuelo would demand two hundred dollars for "maid consultation" and then she would order Zoe to take down her panties and bend over Consuelo's broad knees.

 

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Consuelo would beat Zoe with the Spencer paddle. Zoe was so much smaller than Consuelo, and she would scream with misery as Consuelo slammed the Spencer, again and again.

 

Finally, Consuelo would put a quarter on the far wall of Zoe's apartment and order the girl to hold it with her nose while Consuelo sat and watched "The Newlywed Game" on television for half an hour.

 

This was the worst torture, holding a coin with your nose while the hands were behind the back, biting her lip...and if it fell and Consuelo heard, she'd get up, click off the remote.

 

"Oh no, Consuelo please, I'll pick it up again, really I--my head just moved a bit--"

 

But over Consuelo's knee Zoe would land yet again and the whacks would land from the Spencer and Zoe would weep and Consuelo would laugh, and then Zoe would go back to the corner, to hold up the quarter once again.

 

But her head...it was so hard not to have a nerve bounce or something...

 

And if the quarter dropped again, up came Consuelo with the paddle...

 

Not until Zoe could hold her head still for a FULL HOUR with the quarter firmly against the wall, on her knees, would Consuelo finally let Zoe up, and take the girl in her arms, kissing and stroking her hair.

 

Consuelo would lecture the girl about obedience in Spanish, and kiss and caress her as Zoe's mother, a child psychotherapist, never had!

 

Then, finally, Zoe would take Consuelo by the hand and they'd go back to Zoe's bedroom, where Zoe would make Consuelo scream with ecstasy as Zoe licked her to orgasm again and again...

 

Zoe now gritted her teeth, thinking of the intense pain to her nipples...Oh God how they hurt!!!! She'd gone through so much training...she wondered what other people had thought of her...if she'd only known!

A LITTLE BOOK LARNIN'

 

H. Newbold O'Meara, earnest part-time Philosophy tutor and son of  Landon U. Visiting Musical Theater Professor Wendell O'Meara, who had told him,

 

" Boy, on one hand you have free tuition as my son, but on the other, the shit pay here does not allow me to give you the spending money I was able when we were over at Ohio State,"

 

So, Newbold, despite his girlfriend's begging him to work at the coffeehouse. pounded philosophy into  this confused blonde head in  the Griselda Hildersham Tibshelf Memorial Smoking Lounge.

 

"So, scholasticism wasn't about studying?" she asked, looking at Newbold's spectacles curiously. "Decker, he said--"

 

Newbold shook his head, wondering if maybe he should be working at McDonald's for his car payment. "No, no, Zoe, see it's not about school--"

 

"Sure it is, we're here at school." Zoe scratched her nose.

 

"No, Scholasticism according to Descartes, not Decker, was characterized by the effort to construct a coherent system out of traditional thought rather than producing speculation or new ideas--"

 

Suddenly a tall, dark haired chick strutted into the Griselda Hildersham Tibshelf Memorial Smoking Lounge. Hooters, too, Newbold noted.

 

"Zoe! You fat hose-bag!" She looked down at Newbold's $6.50 per hour tutee, and seemed to grit her teeth.

 

Newbold's pale, serious girlfriend,  Sara "Save the Whales "Schaltenbaum, had made him promise not to tutor that "Cosmetic bimbo" in her dorm room, but it seemed that this Smoking Lounge was too distracting.

 

"Oh, Beth, I'm so sorry" Zoe said. "I-I had this tutoring session with O'Meara here--"

 

The dark haired Beth woman spun. "What? you can't discuss sociology or whatever while in the position I ordered?

 

 I know he's not  tutoring you in math, which would require you both to be over a book, because you're a goddam math MINOR."

 

Newbold muttered something about philosophy not being sociology, but the two girls ignored him.

 

"Why are you out of the position?" Beth demanded, and she slapped Zoe resoundingly on her left cheek, which made Newbold jump.

 

Newbold had transferred here a year before, when Dad had gotten the new assignment, but he'd heard weird shit went on at the KGS house...but violence!

 

"Lots of subjugation of women there" Sara had told him over lattes at McBeans Coffee Co-operative, and her feminist friends had nodded.

 

But Beth was a woman, too...and she'd fucking HIT Zoe. Zoe was an idiot, sure, didn't know history's Plato from Disney's Pluto, but...what position was Beth talking about?

 

Then Newbold remembered that when he'd walked into  the Griselda Hildersham Tibshelf Memorial Smoking Lounge, that Zoe had been standing, bent over, with one foot on the floor, one foot bent behind her, balancing a carpenter's nail on the floor with her finger for balance!

 

And Zoe had insisted at first that Newbold just talk philosophy with her while she bent that way, (for exercise, she said) but finally she'd fallen over, and then gone to the door of the lounge, and then said. "I'll just sit here. An hour is long enough."

 

AN HOUR? HOLDING DOWN A TINY NAIL?

 

 

Now Beth slapped Zoe again. "Did I tell you to move? You're going to the Hole!" And Zoe was dragged out of the the Griselda Hildersham Tibshelf Memorial Smoking Lounge by her ear...and Newbold just sat there with Descartes, shaking his head.

 

DOWN IN THE DUMPS...

 

slave jakob tried to move in the Hole.  The Hole was about the size of a real short elevator...and who on earth would build a metal box, and put it in a pit under the Kappa Gamma Sade House?

 

slave jakob had been in the Hole for seventy-two hours, ever since he'd pissed off Miss Priscilla...had it been his fault? It had been his time to cum, for God's sake, he'd been jerking his willy, like he was allowed to do every Sunday, after a painful week of serving Priscilla in every way...and when he knelt before her, watching her smirk, tossing her bleached blond hair in her snug cashmere top...he'd unzipped and pulled out his willy..and began jerking.

 

But then, when slave jakob  had been about to cum, Priscilla had stopped him. "I want proof of your devotion, slave jakob." she'd said. "I want you to prove you are dedicated to me by putting your orgasm off for a week. I know you didn't get to cum last week because of neglecting my ironing, but I want you to put it off one more week to show me how much you think of me."

 

slave jakob's eyes had brimmed with frustrated tears. It wasn't fair...he'd been celibate for fifteen days now...and he'd sucked Prissy's pussy daily, serviced her lovers (painful since he and Priscilla were engaged to be married the day after graduation) cleaned the rooms of every girl on Floor Eleven of KGS.

 

Because slave jakob was on Yellow Ribbon status--meaning he could be physically punished by any woman in the house, but not allowed sexual pleasure from any but Priscilla--it had been miserable.

 

Sure, it had been nice when he'd been on Green Ribbon--then he could be sexually pleasured by any woman on Floor Eleven, but not any other floor, but with Green Ribbon prohibited him being punished by anyone but Priscilla!

 

'Course at the time, slave jakob had been mad because he wasn't on Pink Ribbon, which would have allowed him to fool around with any girl on any floor in KGS. That Thomasine on Floor Two!

 

But Yellow Ribbon was the worst--Blue Ribbon was bad, where you had to suck men off, the boyfriends of any woman who ordered you...but at least there were sex privileges with the girls. But with Yellow Ribbon, he'd been beaten by a fat girl, a nutrition major appropriately, because he hadn't dusted the pictures of her cats back home! Ugh.

 

But poor slave jakob had been so good, hoping that he could cum. They couldn't afford a chastity device for him, so every night  Priscilla had insisted on going over to slave jakob's frat house and pulling his pants down in front of all the guys doing shots and Playstation, and feeling his cock up to make sure he'd not jerked off, or been unfaithful.

 

And if slave jakob looked a little embarrassed or resentful, Prissy would pull him over her knee and beat his ass in front of all his smirking frat brothers! slave jakob had no friends left.

 

"Which is fine" Priscilla told him. "You're not going to be playing golf, or watching sports or hanging out with guys when we're married, toilet-boy. Just staying at home, filing my nails for me..."

 

But three days ago slave jakob had gotten mad and began arguing with Zoe about his orgasm, and his right to jerk off...and she'd hogtied him and she and her friends had dropped him in the Hole, which was pitch black.

 

You couldn't go to the bathroom, except by peeing or shitting on yourself, and you had to eat peanut butter on rice cakes that was dropped down...licking it up with your mouth since hands were cuffed.

 

slave jakob was miserable, and he could barely move around in the Hole. Dark, shit filled and cramped. How could it be worse?

 

Suddenly, the top to the Hole opened. slave jakob knew that the Hole was covered by a trapdoor in the KGS potato cellar. The light, though dim, came in and nearly blinded him, as slave jakob's eyes had been in total darkness.

 

"Miss Priscilla" slave jakob called. "Are you letting me out? I'm sorry I was whining! I'll hold off from orgasming til after we're married, if you want!"

 

"Shut up, dork." It was the voice of Beth on Floor Two. "Who is that, Jake Hilliard?" came Thomasine's voice. Oh God. slave jakob had such a crush on her.

 

"No you aren't getting out, idiot." came Beth's voice again. "But you ARE getting company!"

 

"No, there's no room in here!" called slave jakob. But it was too late, A naked, blindfolded form fell down next to him. Before the trapdoor shut, slave jakob saw a pretty girl with curly natural blonde ringlets, and beautiful full breasts with clothespins on the nipples.

 

"(Sigh) Hi, I'm Zoe." the girl said. "I'm going to be here a while, I guess."

SOME TIME AFTER...

Kyra tapped her way into the Griselda Hildersham Tibshelf Memorial Smoking Lounge with poor Lynelle's scalp in her non-cane hand.

 

 "Now, darling...tell the girls about your inability to scrub the third floor bathroom." Lynelle was moaning.

 

Kyra's newest slave, Lynelle had dreamed of being the blind senior's handmaiden, spoiling her to death and worshipping Kyra from head to foot...

 

Lynelle didn't realize until it was too late, that Kyra didn't need to be served...she was more on the ball than poor Lynelle was.

 

Upon Kyra's order, Lynelle had scrubbed the bathroom until it was sparkling, but Kyra, who of course could see no evidence, thought she smelled something "icky".

 

Kyra flung Lynelle's head in front of her and let go, and there was a crash. Ky cocked her head, puzzled, but not very curious.

 

"Kyra you lamebrain...you blind vampire bat!" Tommie's voice came, laughing. "You just threw the poor bitch into  our new coffee table, and there's an entire chile con queso dip all over her! The the Griselda Hildersham Tibshelf Memorial Smoking Lounge carpet is a mess!"

 

"Tsk tsk, bad girl" Ky said, tapping a little closer until her open-toed Aerosoles found Lynelle's bare legs, squirming on the ground. KICK! KICK! Kyra's leather found Lynelle's butt and thighs.

 

"Bad girl! Clean this mess up!" But Kyra was barely able to say this without laughing, and she heard noises of Tommie, and she thought Beth kicking and hitting Lynelle and making the poor girl clean up the mess she'd wrought.

 

Suddenly Kyra's nostrils noted a wafting to her right...was that Jennifer Lopez Glow Sandalwood Perfume?

 

Kyra spun to her right and tapped a little closer. "Zoe, is that you, hon?" Kyra bent down a moment. She was always since her first time on a public bus, able to tell whether a seat was empty, or had one passenger, or two.

 

 She'd never had much interest in the "Special seats for elderly and handicapped."

 

"Yeah, how are you, Kyra?" Zoe's voice came, and her hand came up to guide Kyra down next to her. "You seem to be a troublemaker here." Zoe said, a giggle in her voice.

 

"Oh, is Lynelle still lying around on the floor, being useless?" Ky asked. There was a thumping sound, so she knew there was trouble.

 

"Yes, Tommie and Beth have Lynelle on her knees, and Claire is forcing Lynelle's head into the spilled dip, but Lynelle doesn't like jalapenos, so she's coughing a little bit." Zoe said.

 

"Hey, Claire!" Kyra yelled. "D'you want to use my cane to make Lynelle lick that shit up?" Laughs were her answer.

 

"So, Zoe, are you enjoying it here at Landon? What's it been, six weeks?" The thumping had ended, and now Lynelle was just emitting a low sobbing.

 

"W-well, it's going okay, I guess. Beth and I-- we were really having a good time, going to parties and stuff, but now she's kind of severe with me, you know?"

 

WHACK! WHACK! Tommie had found some blunt instrument and was now applying it to Lynelle's posterior.

 

Kyra thought of the whipping she'd given Lynelle that morning, and how resoundingly the girl had howled.

 

"Severe how? You mean she's on the rag or something?"

 

"No, Ky. I mean, since I told Beth I have submissive urges, it's like she's started ordering me around. Too much." There was a pause, and Kyra wondered why subs were such whiners.

 

 "I mean, first I tell her, and then she asks me to brush her hair, and I don't do it right, and she throws me out of her room." There seemed to be a sob in Zoe's voice.

 

"But then Beth, like, orders me to move my stuff into HER room, and leave my roommate. But now she's so bitchy."

 

"Bitchy how?" God, if you were my roommate, I'd beat this attitude out of you, you little scag junior. "And, if she's bitchy, why don't you just move back in with your other roommate. Beth can't boss you around unless you...let her."

 

"But I did let her. I gave Beth the chance to dom me...but she's taken advantage of me, so much. " There was a pause. "But other times she's sweet, and wonderful, and she lets me lick her all over...it's great."

 

Oh, before I lose my lunch, Kyra thought. "Look, Zoe. If you're  a submissive, you have to take the good with the bad, all the time. Don't you understand that?"

 

"B-but before I would get together and play with partners who topped me, and then I'd go back to my normal life. But with Beth, sure it turns me on--she spanks me like every other day, and makes me carry a hairbrush around the house with me.

 

And then Beth takes my pants down and spank me whenever she likes.  Once, I kid you not--in the dining hall. Beth sent me to the salad bar, and asked me to bring her mayonaise, and I brought her Miracle Whip.

 

So then she gets mad and SLAPS me, and I was so embarrassed, but then she's like, "Get the hairbrush out of your purse, now."

 

And everybody--everybody was looking? And there's this cute guy who was at the next table? I know you can't see, Kyra, but--people look at me, and it's EMBARRASSING.

 

So I was going to argue, but then Claire, the bitch, took my purse away from me, and opened it and handed Beth the hairbrush, and Tommie unsnapped my shorts, and pulled them down!

 

And Beth pulled my panties down?  And she dragged me across her lap and whipped my ass until I was CRYING, Kyra. It was awful!

 

And everybody KNOWS why I carry the hairbrush, and it's humiliating."

 

Zoe paused, and suddenly, Kyra wormed her hand down onto Zoe's legs, and felt her fingers crawl to Zoe's snap on what probably was jeans.

 

Kyra, who was very coordinated, unsnapped Zoe's pants and worked her fingers down into Zoe's panties and rubbed and finger fucked, and Zoe moaned.

 

"See, things aren't that bad are they honey?" Kyra's voice was soothing.

 

"But it's so bad here. Tommie and Beth locked me in the Hole...and it's pitch black down there, I couldn't see a fucking thing!"

 

Suddenly Kyra pulled her fingers out of Zoe's pants. "Gee, I can't imagine what that's like."

 

"Oh, I'm sorry, Kyra. I didn't mean it that way. But I was in the Hole for two days, covered in shit and piss and talking to some geek  just because I didn't follow Beth's insane instruction."

 

Kyra considered. "But sweetie, didn't you transfer here so you could have the BDSM experience? I mean, it's not the full experience unless you're a full-time slave, I think."

 

 That's one way of putting it. I would have been more direct when I was a frosh, just bash her in the face, but that's wrong, I guess.

 

"B-but Kyra, I fantasize about this, full time slavery, but it's too much! Everybody here in the house treats me like I'm a dork now--and constantly telling me to pick up after them.

 

Why doesn't KGS have a housekeeping service? Our fees are high enough."

 

Kyra laughed. "Because we need stuff for you slavegirls to do! And your so-called fees go for equipment!

 

 I don't want to tell you how much the St. Andrew's Cross cost that we have in the basement, even if the Little Shop in Providence does give us a break."

 

Kyra smiled, and took a Chesterfield out of her purse and waited for Zoe to light it, and like a good submissive, she did.

 

 "But the big issue here, Zoe, is that you are rebelling against being a true slave. If you want to be a pseudo-slave, you probably should get out of our sorority and go back to Dartmouth."

 

As Kyra fully expected, she heard the slight sob in Zoe's voice. "No-no I want to be a good slave, and to complain less...I-I don't know what to do."

 

Suddenly it was very quiet in the Griselda Hildersham Tibshelf Memorial Smoking Lounge. Tommie was still there, Kyra was sure...and maybe Beth, too.

 

"She's got a shit attitude, Ky." Tommie's voice came. "Even Lynelle, clumsy cow that she is, knows she needs to be a slave, there's no confusion."

 

Beth put in a word. "I like Zoe, but I don't know if we can really have her in the KGS if she's not going to sub truly. She bitches and moans when I order her to get up for six a.m. calisthentics, and she never brings me breakfast in bed."

 

"I-I really want to do better," Zoe sobbed.

 

AN HOUR LATER: KYRA'S ROOM.

 

"Now this is the worst thing, you geeks" Kyra said as she felt around Zoe's groin with the vaginal clamps. "I'm the best at clipping and torturing the vagina, the most coordinated, but I can't..."

 

"See a damn thing!" Tommie and Claire chimed in, laughing.

 

Finally, Kyra clamped the second vaginal clamp on the left side of the clitoris, and then she guided the ice-cold speculum into Kyra's pussy.

 

Kyra suddenly howled.

 

"What? What? Is the speculum too cold?" Ky asked curiously.

 

"No, I just twisted Kyra's nipple with Tommie's boyfriend's pliers." Beth said, snorting. "Ky, you just wouldn't believe what a crybaby this little bitch is."

 

Kyra stared emptily into space as she pulled at Zoe's vagina just a little bit more... "We're just learning, girlfriend!"

Now Zoe hung by her breasts, trying not to cry...but was it impossible?

 

Zoe's mind wandered again...back...last month...

 

Zoe bent down on one knee, dropping her chin to the floor  and took the china plate in her teeth. Oh, it was disgusting to look at. A piece of pizza, four lipstick stained cigarette butts and an anchovy.

 

Zoe began slowly pulling her chin up, feeling the intense pain from her knees on the floor of the Kappa Gamma Sade Party Room. Zoe's wrists were in acute pain, cuffed as they were behind her back.

 

How the hell was she to get back to her feet? A heavy plate in her teeth, no balance from her fucking arms...and if she spilled the plate, Thomasine would make sure Zoe had to eat up the pizza, butts and anchovy, God.

 

And Zoe had already crawled around on the floor eating up all the assorted crap from last night's keg party. She'd even licked up some vomit in the corner.

 

Zoe had picked up pieces of broken glass in her mouth, bending over, and spat them out, getting blood on her tongue, from dropped beer steins.

 

As Zoe bent down now, her breasts rubbed against her stomach, and Zoe began weeping softly. Earlier that morning, Tommie, Beth, and that other bitch, Claire had been rubbing jalapeno peppers on Zoe's full breasts.

 

It hurt so much...still! They'd really enjoyed it though. It astonished Zoe that Tommie could go to Mass, and Beth and Claire to the Landon Chapel, and come back to torture poor Zoe like this!

 

In fact, when Zoe had inadvertently called Claire a cunt, Tommie had rubbed some hot pepper in Zoe's mouth citing Proverbs 10:31: "The mouth of the just bringeth forth wisdom: but the forward tongue shall be cut out."

 

All this, and that, after last night, when Beth and her boyfriend had been fucking in one bed and Tommie had been fucking another guy in Zoe's bed.

 

They'd made Zoe place her neck on the hard wooded back of one chair and her feet on another and they'd forced her to suspend her whole body between the whole chairs all night.

 

From ten o'clock, when Zoe had been forced to leave the party, until this morning, she'd had to lie between these chairs.

 

And from ten to midnight Zoe had been forced to hold up two Yellow Pages telephone books while trying to support herself between the two chairs. Her neck would never feel the same!

 

And then all the horrible pepper torture this morning!

 

It hadn't been as bad as the week before, when Zoe  and the tranny Marjeta had been bound to a table in the KGS Student Union, and had their genitals shot with postal pepper spray.

 

Poor Marjeta's cock and balls had almost turned violet, and he'd cried like an infant in a toaster oven.

 

That had been horrible, but not quite as painful as just having the peppers rubbed all over...

 

And Kyra, tapping her way home from synagogue, had dropped by Tommie's room while they were rubbing Zoe... 

 

And shown the others how much fun it was to jam a toilet brush into Zoe's twat...though it was worse after Beth had accompanied it with a hot pepper!

 

Kyra had left, and then Skinner had dropped in, and she'd shown the girls an electric baton which was the kind used to torture Falun Gong prisoners. A big black thing, Zoe had been terrified.

 

Skinner had grinned while waving around the three foot black baton, which had two electrodes at one end, and an insulated handle at the other.

 

Zoe had gasped as Skinner had shot forth a few blueish sparks from the electric baton, grinning.

 

"Do you want the safeword?" Skinner had asked, but Zoe had remained silent. After all, as Kyra had counseled her...she'd transferred to Landon for a reason.

 

Zoe knew that Tommie was furious at this, because even Thomasine, who was Skinner's submissive, had used the safeword when Skinner had wanted to use the electric baton on her.

 

The first shock, when Skinner put the sizzling  baton to Zoe's breast made Zoe scream in agony.

 

  As the electric current hit Zoe's nipple, she felt pain and numbness, and her brain seemed to twitch, as if the current shot up to her curly blonde head.

 

It felt almost as if Zoe was being stabbed with fifty needles at once. It reminded her of being a child and going to the allergist, where one was repeatedly stung by needles, but this was so much worse.

 

Zoe also had been shocked electrically by mistake once, when dropping her hair dryer in the bathtub, but it had only been for a moment. This was like an eternity of shocking!

 

"Do you want to stop?" Skinner asked, as she saw the paleness of Zoe's face.

 

"N-no" Zoe had said...she had been absolutely wet with excitement despite the pain, but oh no...it had sizzled again, the baton as it touched her night nipple, with Skinner grinning around her Virginia Slim.

 

"Tommie's too much of a  wimp for this, Zoe." Skinner had said, as Tommie gave Zoe a hateful look. "You're the kind of sub for me!"

 

As the sizzling electrodes connected once again with Zoe's tender nipple, Zoe felt as if her heart had stoppped beating, and all of a sudden she could barely breathe.

 

As the shock went through Zoe's right breast she'd begun sweating, and her blood had run cold.

 

Tommie, with a nasty smile, had stepped up and taken the electric baton from Skinner and touched it to Zoe's neck. When the electric currrent hit Zoe's neck, she felt completely suffocated, and her throat felt as if dynamite was going off in it.

 

As the baton had shocked the right side of Zoe's neck, she'd leaned to the right involuntarily twitching. Tommie was biting her lip, looking as if she would swoon with pleasure, but Skinner had just been impressed.

 

"You're doing great, babe...hold it. This bitch can dish it out but she can't take it." Skinner had said, giving a contemptous look at the angry Tommie.

 

"This is so cool" Beth had said. "What else could we do to her?"

 

Skinner smiled. "Well, my Master, who this baton belongs to, pushed a plastic tube up my butt and shot cold water up it, and then shocked me...but I won't put Zoe through that."

 

Skinner snatched the baton from Thomasine. "Enough, you coward...I'll put her through this, because I've gone through it. She' s a tough kid."

 

Zoe's eyes had shone with love when Thomasine had said that...but then she'd faltered as the baton had come again.

 

Although Thomasine was angry, her efforts were not praticed...but Skinner's were. And coldly, Skinner knew how to do serious damage!

 

 

 An eternity of shocking. Repeated volts...and it was just beginning.

 

Skinner shocked Zoe's legs, her waist, her breasts, her stomach, her palms, her armpits, her arms, her neck and her mouth, and the soles of her feet...before moving the baton to Zoe's ass!

 

The jolts from the baton just lightly touching Zoe's full buttocks had almost shot the girl across the room...and for a moment she'd forgotten the horrible jalapeno peppers...

 

But now, as Zoe finally got up on one knee, and then slowly raised herself to her feet, with the heavy china plate in her mouth,  the stinging had come back.

 

Zoe took halting steps to the garbage can, and, gripping the china plate even tighter in her mouth, shook it, bouncing her chin against her neck until all the detrius on the plate had landed in the garbage can.

 

Then Zoe, who was walking extra carefully because Tommie had insanely tied wooden blocks to the bottom of Zoe's feet, carried the plate over to the bucket where the other plates were, and gently dropped it in.

 

"Bravo, woman."

 

Zoe's heart leaped in her chest, and she turned around, and there was Uncle Genesis, the drunken black gardener. He'd staggered into the Party Room while she was busy cleaning.

 

Zoe closed her eyes. My God, what does he think? She was naked, except for the ridiculous blocks tied to her feet, and her hands were cuffed behind her back.

 

Uncle Genesis, who was astonishingly ugly, having only four teeth in his head, and a nose that was partially eaten away from cocaine abuse, got up and began staggering closer to Zoe.

 

She could smell the stink of wine on him. "Baby...I think it's terrible that them girls treat choo dat way. Huh. Dat's bad."

 

Zoe closed her eyes. This was going to be tricky, could she get out of his way?

 

Uncle Genesis got closer and looked into Zoe's eyes. "Baby, whut you needs is jus' a little lovin'."

 

The heiress to the Islington, DeToledano & Rushden Business Machines fortune and New England's drunkest landscaper faced each other, quite uncertainly.

"You Got to Suck Mah Dick!" Uncle Genesis had roared!

 

 Now, Zoe began looking around her dizzily, and she noticed that she was the only girl left hanging here at the Olympics.

 

"Zoe you won!" Thomasine said looking up at her. "Wake up, you've won! And we got the gift certificate!"

 

Zoe bit her lip, thinking of how nice it would be to get down. "Good, wonderful, get me down, please."

 

"No, no..."Beth's voice came up sharply. "We're going to go out and get something to eat...we'll let you down later!"

 

In her heart, Zoe knew that she was really, really happy! As she listened to the roars and screams from the Groin Kicking Contests (where the kickers were ex-Hell's Angels) Zoe wondered how she could ever have been so happy...hanging by her breasts!

THE END