{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"77bd2749-0515-44b0-b31e-f1873b5b3458","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-07-23T08:25:29.18Z","title":"Washout","slug":"washout","shortId":"KUHA0dtC","authorNote":"This was the first short story I ever put out on the internet, a long time ago. It features female genital torture (as do all my stories), so be warned if that's not your thing.","disclaimer":"Please don't reproduce without prior consent. This is a work of fiction and is not intended to represent anyone, living or dead, nor is it representative of real-life BDSM practices.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Author Joanne is in serious financial trouble. The kind that could put her in hospital or the cemetery. Her only hope is an advance from her publisher Nicole, who hates her. So she makes Nicole an offer she can't refuse. The chance to torture her pussy.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"11398d35-f4c1-4c09-bdd0-7822497de2e7","title":null,"summary":"Chapter One.Joanne was dead. Unless she could find a solution to her latest problem, her life i","wordCount":2842,"readTime":14,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Chapter One.

Joanne was dead. Unless she could find a solution to her

latest problem, her life insurance was about to become a

good investment. At 5ft 8inches, with the looks of a top

model, long glossy brown hair and a body that was a

teenager's wet dream, Joanne did not look like she had a

probable lifespan of mere days. Unfortunately, her recent

addiction to gambling and a really prolonged losing streak

had put her in massive debt to a loan shark who had a

reputation for making permanent \"examples\" of defaulters.

Unless she came up with $15,000 in two days time she was

doomed. Ironically, she had enough money coming to her

from advances on a book and video deal that she had signed

to be able to cover her debts easily, but the money was due

only in three weeks.

Standing, outside her publisher's office, she knew that her

last chance of reaching old age lay behind the polished

teak door that bore a brass plaque that read \"Nicole

Foster\". Joanne knew that Nicole, her publisher, disliked

her intensely. Oddly enough, Nicole's hostility

was what gave her hope. She knocked and went in.

\t\"Nicole, I need my money now . . . today!\" she said,

sticking out her hand as if expecting the woman to drop a

bundle of cash in her palm.

\t\"No can do Joanne,\" replied Nicole, frowning. They

had just signed the contract last night and there had been

no ambiguity as to when any payments were due. \"You will

get your money when the package hits the stores.\"

\t\"I know what our agreement says.\" interrupted Joanne.

\"I want you to give me a special advance. Call it a loan if

you want.\"

Nicole rubbed her brow in puzzlement. Theirs was a purely

business relationship, and the last thing that she expected

was for Joanne to ask, demand even, a favour. \"What?\"

she began.

Joanne held up her hand, cutting Nicole off once again.

Looking her straight in the eye, she said, \"I want to make

you an offer Nicole. A once in a lifetime chance.\"

\t\"I'm listening\" replied Nicole, ever the

businesswoman.

\t\"I know that you dislike me...\"

\t\"True\"

\t\"In fact, someone told me that you once described me

as a filthy cunt!\"

\t\"No comment\" said Nicole cautiously.

\t\"I also know that you are a lesbian\" continued

Joanne.

\t\"That is not much of a secret! If you think that you

can blackmail — \" began Nicole angrily.

Joanne shook her head. \"I am not trying to blackmail you

Nicole. I only brought that up because I think that my

offer will interest you because of your... tastes.\"

\t\"I already have a girlfriend, and I don't need more

sex on the side.\"

Joanne took a deep breath, sighed, then took the plunge.

She had to make this sale if she wanted to continue

breathing.

\t\"Nicole, how would you like the chance to hurt me?\"

\t\"Huh?\" exclaimed Nicole, confused by the turn in the

conversation.

\t\"I mean hurt me physically. T...torture me.\" Joanne's

tongue tripped over that word. \"You called me a filthy

cunt. I am offering you the opportunity to hurt my

vagina\" she went on, grimacing at her sudden attack of

prudishness.

\t\"Just your vagina? Are you being specific or are you

talking about your genitals in general?\" asked Nicole

sardonically, arching her eyebrow. She did not understand

what Joanne was up to, but she found it amusing enough to

play along for the time being.

Joanne tossed her head in irritation. \"Not just my vagina!

The whole thing! My inner and outer labia, my clitoris, my

vagina and my urethra. There! Is that graphic enough for

you?\"

\t\"Again, why just your genitals? Why not your breasts,

your buttocks or anywhere else?\"

\t\"That should be obvious Nicole. I cannot risk having

bruises or scars on parts of my body that would prevent me

from modelling or performing. Turning up with a damaged

body would void my contract. However, I am not scheduled

to do any crotch shots as part of the current deal, so as

long as you limit yourself to the area covered by a g-

string, there is no problem.\"

\t\"You are serious!\" said Nicole in amazement. The idea

of torturing Joanne's pussy was extremely appealing, and

the money was not a problem as she knew that Joanne's book

and video package would be a hit. However, she decided to

toy with her a bit more.

\t\"You are the one trying to sell the deal Joanne. Make

me a specific offer. Tell me exactly what you propose\"

demanded Nicole, grinning.

Joanne had been prepared for this. She knew that her offer

had to be sufficiently evil to perk Nicole's interest and

yet not so severe as to require immediate emergency medical

treatment. She thought that she had found just the thing.

\t\"Since you find my … cunt so dirty, I thought

that you would appreciate the opportunity to use … this!\"

she said, pulling an object from her handbag.

At first, Nicole could not make out the identity of the

white, fuzzy object that Joanne was presenting to her, as

it had become a little twisted in the bag. Then, she

realised what Joanne was offering and her laughter filled

the room as she twirled the large wire-handled bottle

washer with her fingers.

Chapter Two

The two women were alone in the office. Nicole had sent her

secretary out on an errand and had locked the doors.

\t\"Tell me again. I just love hearing you talk!\" teased

Nicole.

Joanne gritted her teeth, holding back the anger that could

get her killed. \"Alright. Here is the deal. I will take off

my skirt and panties and for one hour I will keep my legs

spread wide apart and let you use the bottle washer in any

way you wish, on or in my pussy. If you tell me to, I

will help you by spreading apart the lips of my sex, or

expose any part of it in particular that you want to play

with. OK?\"

\t\"Deal!\" cried Nicole. \"Your time starts ... Now!\" she

announced, pointing at her wall clock.

Joanne unhooked her skirt without being told, pulling it

down around her ankles along with her panties. Her

experience as a model made the chore of baring her lower

body in front of an audience much easier. Neatly folding

her clothes out of habit, she set them aside before moving

to stand squarely in front of Nicole, who was seated

expectantly on a chair in the middle of the room.

\t\"Shall I keep my heels on?\" she asked.

\t\"Yes. I want to admire those fine legs.\"

Joanne placed her legs about two feet apart, presenting her

cleanly shaved pubis for Nicole's inspection. \"Is this

position what you want?\" she asked. In her mind, she had

decided to treat Nicole as just another demanding

photographer who was able to afford her high fees for doing

\"adult\" poses.

\t\"A little wider.\"

\t\"OK\" she responded, shuffling her feet another foot

apart.

\t\"Show me some pink, Joanne\"

The model obediently reached down with her right hand and

spread her plump outer lips apart with her index and middle

finger, exposing the \"pink\" of her inner labia, matched

nicely by the perfect red of her nail polish.

\t\"Both hands\"

Without needing to think, Joanne brought her left hand down

between her legs as well and used only the index finger of

each hand to spread open her sex. She automatically

swivelled her hips forward to give the best view of her

inner sex to Nicole. Joanne had always been somewhat

exhibitionistic and the rude pose excited her, causing her

red, crinkled labia to unfurl and stand out boldly. This

ability had served her well as her pussy photographed well,

making her popular with the men's magazines.

\t\"Good. Hold that pose\" instructed Nicole, bringing

the bristles of the bottlewasher up to touch the down

hanging labia. She pushed the brush forward between

Joanne's legs, until the bare wire handle just touched her

sex lips. Slowly, she drew the brush back towards herself,

running the white nylon bristles over Joanne's sex flesh.

Although the harsh touch of the brush was a sharp

irritation on her sensitive labia, Joanne had no trouble

holding her pose.

\t\"No, that isn't what I want. Pull back on the top a

bit more. I want a good shot at your clit.\"

Joanne's fingers moved as directed, drawing the protective

hood of flesh up and away from the shiny pink jewel of her

clitoris. Despite this, the tiny bud was not very

prominent. Doing her best to please Nicole she asked

\"Would you like me to bring it up a bit?\"

Nicole nodded, licking her lips with the tip of her

tongue. It had been a long time since she had had any

direct contact with the models like this and it was turning

her on knowing that this was all for her benefit and not

just work.

Nodding, the model began to gently rub the tip of one

finger around her clit, concentrating on the feeling that

her own touch gave her. The pink bud of her clit began to

stiffen and rise under her knowledgeable finger. Soon, she

had brought herself to a firm erection. She stopped

rubbing, knowing that further stimulation would cause her

clit to retract instead of grow. \"Ready\" she announced.

Nicole now brought the bristles around to the front of

Joanne's sex. With gradually increasing speed, she began

stroking the brush up and down across the tip of the

model's helplessly exposed clitoris.

The intense sensation quickly became painful, as the

bristles rasped over her clit, first one way then the

other. For a moment her will power failed her as her hips

involuntarily moved back, away from the stinging bite of

the brush.

\t\"Hold your pose!\" demanded Nicole sharply.

\t\"Sorry\" replied Joanne, quickly resuming her pose and

bringing her clit back into contact with the brush.

In retaliation for Joanne's failure, Nicole pressed the

brush more firmly against the model's flesh, drawing it up

and down several times in quick succession. The model

gasped in pain, the muscles of her beautiful thighs

quivering with the effort to keep her legs wide apart in

spite of the rough treatment of her clitoris and labia.

For another ten minutes, Nicole scrubbed the model's

widespread sex , until the skin had become raw and badly

abraded. Despite the pain, Joanne had shown the intense

discipline and willpower that had made her a top \"adult\"

model and had continued to beautifully expose her

sex to the other woman's merciless attention.

Finally, Nicole stopped. With mocking consideration, she

said \"You look a bit untidy. Here! Why don't you clean

yourself up a bit with these.\" She handed Joanne a tub of

wet tissues, which were soaked in cologne. Gratefully , the

model dabbed at her brow and upper lip, which had become

shiny from the strain of \"posing\".

\t\"There too.\" said Nicole casually, nodding at

Joanne's pussy, knowing that the alcohol would burn the

sore and skin badly.

Joanne closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her courage

to perform the painful act that Nicole had demanded.

Knowing that this was what the woman wanted to see, she

took a fresh, wet tissue from the box, then resumed her

widespread pose in front of Nicole. Once again she spread

her lips wide apart, taking care to expose her clitoris as

well. With a deliberate motion, she pressed the tissue

against her swollen sex.

For a second, she only felt a cool tingling as the alcohol

kissed her flesh. Then, it was as if her sex had caught

fire! Her knees wobbled from the pain as her thighs

automatically squeezed shut on her hand in reflexive, if

futile, protection of her vulnerable sex. As the fire

continued to burn her labia and clit, Joanne sank to her

knees, gasping.

\"That's enough relaxation Joanne. Back to work!\"

Nicole dragged two heavy coffee tables into the middle of

the room, setting them two feet apart. \"Lets try this now\"

she announced.

Joanne knew without being told the pose required of her.

Climbing up on the tables, she placed one foot on each,

straddling the gap between them. Once in place, she

squatted down, her knees wide apart, giving Nicole, who

had seated herself on the floor, a perfect

view of her vaginal opening.

\t\"I will be kind and give you three minutes to get

ready\" said Nicole, waving the bottlewasher mockingly.

\t\"Thank you\" replied Joanne gratefully. Her thanks

were real, as Nicole had given her the chance to prepare

her vagina for the terrible intrusion that was about to be

inflicted on it. Without wasting a second, Joanne began

frantically masturbating, trying to stimulate

the flow of her natural lubricants and to widen the opening

of her hole. As soon as she could manage, she slid two,

then three and finally four fingers into her vagina,

twisting her digits to stretch the red, glistening opening

as much as she could. No thought of shame crossed

her mind as she worked her hand in and out of her cunt in

front of the laughing woman.

\t\"Are we ready?\" asked Nicole with mock impatience.

Joanne nodded, as she drew her fingers out of the mouth of

her vagina. Out of habit, she spread the shiny sex juices

over her inner thighs where the shiny streaks would show up

clearly under the studio lights. \"Shall I spread from the

back?\" she asked. In her squatting pose, the photographers

usually preferred that she spread open her sex by reaching

around the outside and under her thighs, so that her arms

and hands would not hide her breasts or her pussy.

\t\"Yes, that would be nice\" said Nicole, admiring the

wide open view of the model's genitals that her pose

presented.

\t\"Ready\" she asked after a moment.

\t\"Go ahead\" replied Joanne, her fingers digging into

her flesh in anticipation of what was to come.

Nicole presented the tip of the brush to the gaping mouth

of Joanne's vagina. Twisting her wrist, she began to

wriggle the white nylon into the waiting sheath. Although

there was some pain, the fact that the bristles were forced

downwards along the shaft of the brush like the

branches of a pine tree loaded with snow allowed the brush

to slide up into her vagina without too much friction.

Joanne could feel the brush make its way up into the depths

of her body, consummating this most unusual of sex acts.

Unfortunately for Joanne, the brush did not only have

bristles that stuck out perpendicular to the shaft, but a

bunch that were set pointing straight up at the tip. When

the brush finally reached the end of her passage, these

bristles hit her cervix like a bunch of plastic needles.

For the first time, she let out a moan of pain as Nicole

repeatedly jabbed the brush against the opening of her

womb.

\t\"I don't like your expression. Lets have a smile. You

just love having this wonderful thing in your cunt! Some

enthusiasm please!\" taunted Nicole in time to the

movements of her wrist. \"You asked me to use this on you,

after all!\"

Joanne nodded, bowing her head to hide her sobs of pain.

Mustering all her skill, experience and willpower, she

plastered a wide, toothy smile on her face as she looked up

at Nicole.

\"That's better!\" said Nicole, jabbing at the model's

cervix again \"Now tell me how good it feels!\"

\t\"Oh, that feels sooo good! I just love it when you

jab the bottom of my vagina like that!\" she declared in a

low, sexy voice, spoiled only by the catch of her breath as

the bristles bit into her with each thrust of Nicole's

wrist.

Nicole began to vary her movements, turning the brush

around its axis. Strangely enough, this actually felt quite

good to Joanne, as compared to anything else that she had

been subjected to so far. Seeing Joanne's relief, she

decided to go onto the final stage of the game.

\t\"Well! I think that we should do this properly, don't

you Joanne?\" she asked brightly. She looked into the eyes

of the suffering model and waited.

Joanne knew what Nicole wanted to hear. The ultimate bit

of suffering that she had so willingly asked for.

\t\"Nicole, I want my cunt to be nice and clean so that

I can show it off to everyone. Please help me\" she asked,

as if borrowing a cup of sugar.

\t\"Of course dear! What can I do to help?\"

\t\"Would you please scrub my filthy cunt out for me?\"

she said, \"Here! Let me open it up nicely for you to work

on!\"

With a smile that looked a bit more like a snarl, Nicole

pulled down on the handle of the brush. Since the bristles

were all pointing towards the opening of her vagina, every

plastic point stuck into the walls of her vaginal passage,

scraping along the sensitive tube like a fistful of

needles. No amount of self control could prevent Joanne

from screaming as the brush ripped at the insides of her

cunt. The agony caused her inner muscles to clamp down

reflexively, which only served to narrow her passage and

increase her pain. The cunt was sufficiently lubricated to

allow the brush to be drawn out without much damage. A

silvery flow of Joanne's cunt juices flowed out of her sex

to drip on the carpet as the first bristles popped out of

her hole.

Nicole reversed the stroke, plunging the brush in to jab

at Joanne's cervix once more. This time, when the brush was

drawn out, it abraded the delicate inner walls much more,

as the lubricating juices had been scraped away with the

first stroke.

Joanne was panting in agony now, although she had still not

moved from her obscene pose.

A third stroke, then a fourth. The tips of the bristles now

were pink with the tiny drops of blood coming from the

badly scratched vaginal walls. Drops of blood stained the

carpet below her loins. Twice more, Nicole scrubbed the

inside of the suffering model's sex. Then, she pushed

the reddened brush in one last time and released the

handle.

\t\"I have been doing all the work here Joanne. Why

don't you do the last one?\"

Looking down between her widespread thighs, Joanne gripped

the handle of the brush firmly in her hand. Bracing

herself, she tensed in preparation for the terrible pain

that she was about to inflict on herself. Before she could

do it, Nicole inflicted one last demand on her.

\t\"This is the money shot Joanne, so remember to smile

and to thank me nicely for helping you!\"

Joanne drew herself up proudly, tossing her hair back. She

brought up that fabulous smile one last time. \"Thank you

Nicole\" she purred as she tore the brush out of her

bleeding cunt.

\"And that's a wrap!\" cried Nicole as the clock announced

the end of the session. Humming happily, she sat down at

her desk to write out Joanne's cheque.

End.

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