by Mark Andrews
“Not very good, girl. “Mock drowning is a favourite ploy used in many parts of the world. You are all going to have to learn to conserve your air for long minutes and not just the thirty seconds I used this time. Give her three more strokes, Alice…”
The assistant trainer grinned and lashed her sapling down over Wendy’s muscular rump three times while the girl squirmed her buttocks from side to side.
“Ready for the next dose, Wendy?” he said after a few more minutes.
She nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
He said nothing, but pushed her head down again. This time, she had surreptitiously been taking lungfuls of air and was better prepared. Just as well, for this time Karl kept her head under for a full minute. But Alice, forewarned by Karl now made it more difficult for the girl. She lashed her squirt down vertically, right up the anal crack, along the perineum and into the folds of her vagina—and she did it quite hard.
Wendy had therefore, not only to conserve her wind, but also to keep from reacting to the awful pain of an anal and vaginal lashing in the most usual manner—by opening her mouth and screaming!
Karl was watching carefully though. This was a hazardous ploy and he watched her body warily, alert to any signs of danger. The others were also watching but as they had been trained to do, they had all placed themselves mentally in her place and were each vicariously suffering her anguish. That isn’t to say they were not excited by it. The two boys’ cocks were, as usual, hard as iron and Jenny’s clit and her nipples were also aroused as they always were in these situations.
But Wendy was well trained by this time. They had been there over three and a half years by now. Their training was almost over. Their final exams were imminent and the Agency was preparing to post them overseas. The twins would be kept together as they had requested although Jenny and Peter would be going to different parts of the world.
Wendy actually smiled when Karl released her head the second time and she raised it to stare up at him and her companions. She even kept up the smile when Alice lashed at her bottom again with her sapling.
“Ready to try ninety seconds, girl?” Karl asked.
“Sure,” she said although her heart was going hard now. She knew in her state of fitness that the proverbial three minutes was easily attainable but that last minute had felt like an hour. Ninety seconds was going to feel even longer. But she hyper-ventilated her lungs (again surreptitiously although Karl knew what she was doing) and waited for the downward pressure on the back of her head.
This time however, Alice didn’t whip her buttocks or attack her anus. This time she rammed the dildo sensuously into her quim, working it to rouse the girl to an instant orgasm. If she could do this, Wendy might well succumb.
Of course, if she did, they were well prepared. The knots holding her ankles to the rails were quick release and so were the manacles holding her hands under her belly. They could have her on the floor for resuscitation in seconds and all of them were trained in this art.
But Karl didn’t think it would be necessary. He had trained all four of them very well and he had the fullest confidence that Wendy — and the others when it came their turn to be so tortured, would come out with flying colours.
She did too, even managing to break the three minute mark after three more attempts. And when it was their turn, the others also did well.
One torture that could only be applied to the two girls was the Breast Clamp. Unlike the Breast Adorner that was portable and could be worn while the victim moved around the house, this was situated in one of the cellar rooms.
It was simply two sturdy wooden uprights, two feet-six high, surmounted by a crosspiece. The uprights were two feet apart and between them and affixed to the floor was a large thick hard dildo, adorned as usual with whorls, ridges and bumps all over it and standing up eighteen inches from its bracket on the floor.
The upper edge of the crosspiece had been shaped to look like a coarse rasp and two holes had been drilled in it near the uprights. Resting on top of it was another piece of wood, the same dimensions as the crosspiece, whose lower face was similarly shaped as its counterpart on the lower bar and with holes in the same places. Two very large bolts went through these holes and when turned, cause the top piece of wood to move up from or press down on the crosspiece. You couldn’t see them unless you looked carefully, but there were also two smaller holes nearer the centre of these two pieces and ten inches apart. These two smaller holes were empty.
Jenny was led in and ordered to kneel over the dildo so that it went into her quim. Then, as the other three watched, wide-eyed, Alice dragged her knees out sideways and roped them to the base of the uprights.
Karl turned the two screws thus opening the space between the two wooden bars. “Thrust your udders inside, girl,” he ordered while she looked at him in terror. What he was going to do was only too obvious.
But she obeyed. Indeed, one part of her was salaciously looking forward to the coming pain. The two boys’ cocks were of course rigid and quivering in lust as they stared down at the girl impaled on the huge dildo, her legs spread wide and her breasts about to be squashed.
Karl began to turn both screws, forcing the top beam down onto her breasts until they were pressed very tight. With the rasp-like faces pressing up and down on the under and upper sides of her breasts, there was no way she could pull them free now.
But Karl wasn’t finished terrifying the girl.
He now produced two long slender spikes. These were twelve inches long and gleamed horribly as the four trainees, soon to be fully fledged agents in their own right, stared at them without understanding their purpose.
It became very clear a few moments later though when Karl inserted the first in one of the two small holes—right over Jenny’s right breast, pushed it down through the hole in the top piece until its tip grazed the top of her breast—and then did the same with the other one.
He then went to the cupboard and returned holding a hammer in his hand. “Ready to have your udders spiked to the wood, girl?” he asked, almost jovially.
She stared up at him in terror while the other three were mesmerised by the horror of what he was going to do. But she didn’t demur. One thing they had learned in the last four years was to trust Karl utterly and even when he took the spike in one hand and raised the hammer over its head with the other, she simply watched and waited.
He didn’t prolong her agony. He whipped the two spikes out of the holes and stepped back. “Well done, all of you.” Of course I had no intention of piercing Jenny’s breasts — but I am going to punish them …”
He took up a nasty looking quirt in his hand. It was made of a fibre-glass core that started at a thickness of a quarter of an inch and then tapered down to nothing at the other end. This had been beautifully covered with woven leather and was a work of art. It was also a lethal piece of torture equipment.
Jenny’s breasts poked out from between the two crosspieces and he attacked them now. He was a master torturer and he knew exactly how hard to hit those swollen orbs so as to give her exquisite pain but not so that she might pass out. And just as Wendy later held her own against this dreadful punishment, so now did Jenny, whimpering and even screaming at times as Karl lashed at the top and bottom of her beautiful breasts with the quirt.
Alice was not idle either. She stood behind the girl and, using another of the saplings to swipe Jenny’s muscular cheeks, gave her added torment as Karl worked on her breasts.
This is not to say the boys didn’t get the treatment as well. Karl used a milking machine he had constructed to forcibly masturbate the pair of them as they hung upside down from a frame, their legs spread painfully wide open, their cocks gangling down their bellies so that the pair of tea cups could work their evil designs, over and over again, on the boys’ now less than eager penile members.
The
girls thought this treatment quite delicious as the two so beautifully muscled boys squirmed magnificently in their upside-down position and the pair of rubber inserts in the metal cups gripped and excited their penile nerves.
They graduated summa cum laude from the University of Queensland amid much approbation from their parents. In a much more subdued atmosphere they also graduated from Karl’s training house and while there was considerable emotion at their final departure, they were all excited about their coming deployment overseas.
They were still young. All four of them were still only twenty-two years old but while they may have been young in years, they had packed a wealth of experience into the last four years and could now face an exciting future with the Agency.
They had a last holiday at home with their parents and then they returned to the Agency to receive their postings. Jenny was on her way to the Middle East; Peter would be serving his first posting in Malaysia while the twins would be posted to China.
As the Director General told them. “This is not to suggest any of these governments are our enemies. But as you already know, all governments maintain a preparedness against all eventualities. I know you are going to be a credit to the Agency …”
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