Debbi Matthews - Debbi_s dirt road

Debbi entered her own room and immediately stripped. She was actually shaking with excitement as she hurriedly got into her outfit. There was a pair of high, black leather boots near the bed and Debbi stepped into them. When she had finished lacing them, she stood admiring herself in front of the full-length mirror.

Debbi wondered what deliciously horrible things they would do to the man. The whipping of Mrs. Smyth's boy would probably be nothing in comparison to what would happen here. Mr. Fati said that all the males who come as clients were connoisseurs of pain. As such, they would probably demand as bizarre a treatment as any Magda could conjure up. Debbi would soon witness for herself just what went on in this house.

"Let's go, Debbi," Kristine's voice urged from the hall. Debbi joined her wad the two girls went

down a long and winding staircase. Debbi was amazed to see a large room which seemed the size of the entire circumference of the house. The room was loaded with tables and various ugly, yet fascinating, devices. Kristine was determined to give Debbi a tour before Magda arrived. Debbi understood from the girl's behavior that when Magda arrived, everything would be strictly business.

"Over here is the rack. We can stretch them out a bit," Kristine giggled, pointing to a medieval device that Debbi remembered reading about in her history courses in high school. Debbi never would have believed that they still existed and were operational.

"Do you actually put someone on it?" Debbi asked in astonishment. Her pulse quickened as she imagined how painful it would be for the victim.

"Of course," Kristine answered.

"Don't they scream?"

"Oh yes. Quite a bit, in fact. But they can howl all they want. The room is completely soundproofed," Kristine explained, rubbing her hands on the leather seat of the couch.

"What are all the tables for?"

"We put the men on them and use all kinds of devices for their discomfort," Kristine explained. Debbi walked over to a chair.

"What's this?"

"We call it our electric chair. We use it only for very special clients. We put the man in and are able to restrain him in a painful way. Then we put a current through him and cause him great pain. And the best thing is there are no nasty marks, like from a whipping. A lot of men want this type of discipline so they won't have to explain the welts. But I like to use the whips myself," Kristine confessed, stopping by a large series of cabinets

that had over fifty different styles of whips in them. Large cases also were lined up against the wall, containing manacles and chains, as well as large canes.

Both girls turned when they heard footsteps on the stairs. It was Magda. And she was dressed in the same exotic uniform as they.

"I see little Kristine is giving you the tour," Magda commented, stopping in front of Debbi. "You look ravishing. The men will be glad to see you. Do you like men? I mean, sucking their cocks and letting them fuck you?"

"Yes," Debbi answered. She hoped it wouldn't be held against her.

"Good. You see, Kristine is very good at making men suffer, but a bit squeamish about touching them in certain ways," Magda explained. Debbi noticed that Magda was in every way a sexy woman. Though at least fifteen years older than she, the woman looked exciting. Especially in her daring leather outfit.

"I also like to give them pain," Debbi said defensively. Somehow, liking sex with men did not seem as honorable as beating them and making them suffer. At least in this unique environment.

Debbi wondered if the woman was a lesbian like Kristine. Perhaps she was even Fati' mistress.

"The man coming today is one who likes sex more than pain. In his mind he feels it is delicious to be put into submission and beaten, but in reality he doesn't Like it," Magda explained, taking a whip from the rack and swishing it through the air.

"Then why does he come?" Debbi asked. The question sent Magda into raucous laughter.

"My, you are naive. He has to come. He's compelled by something in his nature. No matter how badly he's treated, he'll always beg to come

back," Magda explained. "Now, you'll both do exactly and only as I say. I have to maintain proper order during a disciplining. Is that understood?"

"Yes," both girls answered in unison. Magda turned as she heard footsteps. The girls followed her gaze and saw a meek-looking man of about forty slowly coming down the stairs.

"Girls, it looks like we have a visitor," Magda said, a wicked gleam coming to her eyes. She swished the whip several times to. make her appearance even more menacing. The man hesitated for a moment, then came down the stairs.

"I don't know about this," the man said. He was definitely having second thoughts about entering.

"You do too. You know you need a nice stretching. Besides, you'd like a piece of that, wouldn't you?" Magda asked, laughing as she indicated the sexy and exciting Debbi.

"That's sweet," the man commented.

"Good. Girls, help him strip," Magda ordered. Both girls flew to the task. Kristine undressed him roughly. She yanked his underwear down over his semierect dick.

"Easy, dammit," the man winced. But he made no move to stop them. His hand reached out to feel the leather mini dress on Debbi. Then it strayed to her thigh.

"First a little whipping. Kristine, you do it, while our friend eats out Debbi. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Kristine put the man down into a low crouch on the floor. Debbi sat on a cushion, spreading her legs out as far as the fabric of the skirt would allow. The man crawled the short distance until he could bury his head under Debbi's skirt.

"Whip him!" Magda ordered. Immediately, Kristine fell to her task. She had a small, thin

switch that made an ugly sound as it smacked against the bare flesh. The man sucked hard at Debbi's cunt, groaning out in pain as each lash fell on his bared buttocks. Kristine was working like a tigress. Her blows fell 'ow, dangerously close to cutting his balls. She used every ounce of strength in her small frame to bring maximum pain to the man.

"Enough, Kristine!" Magda ordered, her voice sounding shattered. Debbi regretted having his mouth pulled away by $ristine. But the gleam in the woman's eyes told Debbi they were far from finished. The man lay in a heap on the concrete floor. Debbi walked behind him to survey the damage. The thin whip had bloodied his ass with deep, clean incisions.

"Now a Little stretching," Magda said. Kristine motioned Debbi to help her get the man up and lead him to the rack. They had him lie on the soft fabric, and quickly fastened his arms and feet to the device. Then they stood back and eagerly awaited instructions.

Debbi knew that Kristine was hot for a come. Her own body was burning. The effect of having a man scream in pain while he ate her was devastating. Magda removed her own skirt and exposed her naked ass. The lips of her cunt were puffed up and juicy, and she boldly worked a finger between them. Debbi watched fascinated as the older woman began to masturbate.

"Should I get the cock? It'll help," Kristine offered. Magda did't take her eyes off the man lying helplessly on the rack. She merely nodded her head and went back to her finger play.

"I don't know if I want this. Let me up," the man ordered feebly. Debbi was slightly aggravated with him for disturbing her as she watched the

woman jerking herself off.

"Shut up! You know you want it," Magda said. Her comment silenced him. She seemed confused by the disturbance, but quickly regained her bearings when Kristine brought her a large cock.

"Is that real?" Debbi asked in disbelief.

"Of course," Magda laughed in reply. "It was cut off a man just as he thought he'd orgasm. Then it was stuffed." The thought sent a shudder through Debbi, but it seemed deliciously perverted.