"And this is the torture chamber," Alice said. "Would you like to have a tour of the place first, or would you like to start raping and torturing me right away?" Al drooled. It was great, hearing the broad talk in such a matter-of-fact manner about the ugly fate that awaited her. He knew that she was behaving that way out of fear -- that she dreaded the coming ordeal as much as he was looking forward to it, but was terrified of the consequences if she didn't give him everything that he had paid for. And he had paid handsomely, in addition to the security deposit that they made him put up to cover any damage he might do to his victim in a moment of exuberant cruelty. But it was going to be worth every cent of it, he was sure. He knew that the girl had been thoroughly broken and tamed, but she wasn't sullen, or blase', or defiant, in the least. Scared, yes. Scared shitless. He knew that he wasn't the first of her customers, and knew that she had a damned good idea what she was in for. But her attitude was one of total compliance, of eagerness to please. And there was a delightful touch of terror in her eyes. Al chuckled softly. He'd give her terror, all right. "Let's have the tour, Honey," he barked. "Maybe you'll be able to give me some ideas I hadn't thought of." Alice launched into her prepared script, taking care that it sounded spontaneous. ("The customers want a live broad, not a goddam machine," the Boss had warned.) "This," the hapless girl began, "is the Whipping Post. Although that's a rather inadequate name for it. As you can see, it's far too complicated a structure to be properly called a 'post'. And it has many uses other than whipping. But you can see that it makes provisions for fastening me into any position you might imagine, and making any part of my body whatsoever accessible to your whip, or to whatever else you want to do." Al grinned. He had some pretty good ideas what he wanted to do. Especially to those gorgeous tits, that looked even more naked than naked, under that tight jersey blouse she was wearing. "Speaking of whips," he rasped, "let's see some of them." The girl bowed slightly in obedience. "Here's one of our most popular models," she went on. "As you can see, it's short and stubby, with just a little bit of give to it. Very much like a short length of garden hose. It's most effective on the fleshy parts of the body, like the buttocks and the thighs. Or," she seemed to read his mind, "when it is used on the breasts, the agony is really excruciating. But it might cost you extra to use this whip." "Whaddaya mean?" the man snapped. "I thought that I was allowed to do anything I wanted to you, after paying for you." "As you remember," Alice went on, "there is one limitation on what you may do to me. If you do anything that will lessen my appeal to my future customers, a suitable amount will be deducted from your security deposit. Anything else -- anything at all -- is fair game. But if you want to avoid being fined, you must avoid doing two things: you must not do anything that will injure me, and you must leave no marks that will last for more than a few hours. This whip is likely to leave bruises that will break that rule. "Of course," she continued, "the restriction on injury refers only to immediate damage. There is a widespread belief, for instance, that repeated abuse of a woman's breasts can lead to serious internal damage. However, the rule would not apply in this case, since my owner believes that any such disability would not become limiting until long after my useful life had passed. "But let's move on to the other whips," the slave girl continued. "This one is a good old-fashioned horsewhip, extremely painful in the hands of an experienced torturer, but also likely to break the skin and possibly to leave permanent scars. This can be very costly, unless you are skillful enough to hit me only directly between the thighs, where the scars will be hidden. For this reason, most of my clients prefer to use paddles, or this broad leather strap. The paddles and strap have the extra advantage that they are easier to control. It's far easier for the novice to hit right on target with them. "And here's a little dandy that's very popular," she went on. "As you can see, it's a fairly short whip, very springy. Sort of reminiscent of the birch r ods that you read about in the stories of sadistic English schoolmasters. This whip is most effective in areas where the skin is thin, like the nipples and the genitals, and the anus." "Let's not have any of that la-de-da talk." the man interrupted. "Use words that I can understand, like 'cunt' and 'asshole'. 'Breasts' is OK, though," he added as an afterthought. "As you wish," the pretty young victim assented. "I can never be sure of a client's preference until he advises me." "OK, I'm advising you now," he grunted. "My preference runs to tits. What else have you got that I can use on them?" The girl shuddered. Obviously, this ordeal was going to be one of the more painful ones. It always was, with a tit man. But she didn't dare to appear less than enthusiastic. "Here is a very popular item," she replied. "We call it the Orange Squeezer. As you can see, it comes in pairs. You simply grip one of them in each hand, fit them over the breasts, and just squeeze. The leverage of the device multiplies the force of your grip, and the resulting pain is exquisite indeed. Many men like to use them while they are inside me, to heighten my response. Or, if you want your hands to be free for other purposes, you can use these clamps. You can adjust them to apply any degree of pressure that pleases you, and they will maintain that pressure until they are re-adjusted. For days on end, if you're willing to pay for my exclusive use for that long. "And you can tighten the clamps from time to time, to freshen the pain, as it were. Or you can increase the agony momentarily, by squeezing these studs, if you want to drive home a point. Or if you want my muscles to contract in a reflex of pain while you're raping me. And, as you can see, the clamps leave the breasts pretty well exposed, and open to any other attentions you may want to give them from time to time. "We have another similar pair of clamps that squeeze only the nipples." she added. "Would you like to see more, Sir, or would you like to start in with the equipment you've seen already?" "Let's see the whole schtick, Kiddo. We don't want you holding out any of these goodies, do we?" "Certainly not, Sir," the girl replied courteously. "Pins are always a popular item. We have a selection of them here, of various lengths and with various colored heads, so you can insert them in any pattern that pleases you. Something like a tattoo, but infinitely more painful. You will see that the pins are all stored in bottles of alcohol. We also ask that you swab off my breasts, or cunt, or other target area with alcohol before you stick in the pins. Not only does this reduce the risk of infection, but most clients find that it adds to their enjoyment to let me know ahead of time where they're going to shove the pin in, and give me a chance to savor the threat of the pain to come. Not that I don't have a pretty good idea of the general target area they'll usually select," she added. "Most of them get a large part of their kicks out of knowing how much I'm dreading the next step," she explained. Al could understand that one. It was the same psychology that made him enjoy making the girl talk about the ways he could torture her. "Another little trick that many of my dates like is to fix me up like a pincushion, and then force me into a bra that's much too tight. Sometimes they use a bra that has nipple cut-outs, if they want to leave access for other attentions, like whips, or electric shocks, or more pins. Or sometimes they have already stuck enough pins in my nipples." Her shiver of remembered pain was not lost on the man. "Burns," the girl went on, "cost extra. As does installation of nipple rings, even though the Boss admits that some customers prefer girls who have had their nipples pierced, as that opens up avenues to new torments." "Tell me more about those 'other attentions' that can be paid to the nipples," the man prompted. The girl took a deep breath before continuing, apparently weighing the possibility of dodging such a painful subject. But she knew that the penalty would be even more painful. "There are the thumbscrews," she went on, "that squeeze the nipples mercilessly. They are especially painful when used in conjunction with the breast clamps you just saw. "And then there are connectors that deliver electric shocks, which can be varied in intensity from irritating to paralyzing. They can be fastened onto any part of the body with adhesive tape, or pinned on, but the nipples and the clitoris are by far the most popular targets. And by far the most painful ones," she added. "Or, if you don't like to have all these wires dangling, you have the option of using this electric dildo. It's battery operated, and completely self-contained, and is completely concealed within the vaginal cavity. I mean inside the cunt," she quickly amended, as she saw Al grimace at her use of the anatomical term. "Of course, it makes the cunt unavailable for fucking, so that any rape must take advantage of other bodily orifices, but many torturers feel that the advantages far outweigh this limitation. The gizmo is fired by radio, or by gentle pressure on the outside of the cunt. "This little gem is very popular with sodomists. Every time they slam into me, there is enough pressure on my cunt to set the damned thing off, making all my muscles in that area contract in synchronization with the rapist's strokes. "Or sometimes they make me straddle a pole -- on tiptoe, of course -- so that the damned thing goes off when my legs tire and my body sags a little bit. One of my clients likes to call that arrangement a 'horseback ride'. He's the one that also ties slipknots around my nipples and anchors them to rings in the floor, so I get a little extra agony on the upstroke, too."