Kharon Ch. 04

Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Kharon is nineteen years old. She is gorgeous. Enough said about her.

The first girl of The Club, Ellen, is visiting Kharon. They are in Taunus's apartment, where Kharon is quartered as Taunus's personal slave. Kharon still has a commitment to The Club and must spend time on the game grid as well as servicing some select real life clients.

Ellen: This efficiency apartment is small, but it sure beats the kennels.

Kharon: For sure, and Taunus treats me well.

Ellen: Speaking of Taunus, he hasn't been to the pre-breakfast show lately.

Kharon: Master has been working many hours. The Club's revenue is constantly being hacked. And there are Internet problems as well.

Ellen: Oh, my!

Kharon: Yes, it seems as though some people want something for nothing.

Ellen: Then there are those who want too much.

Kharon: Like Faustus?

Ellen: Like Faustus!

Kharon: I remember at my "caning out" how he abused you.

Ellen: Yes, and my breasts still are discolored.

Kharon: That was just mean and cruel.

Ellen: He is able to discipline any girl with six strokes without appeal to the board. And he never skips the opportunity to inflict penalty strokes, either.

Kharon: I have heard.

Ellen: Who wants to cane an abused girl, anyway? The clients want flawless, blemish-free complexions to do their artistry on. They want a clean canvas to mark and score.

Kharon: This is true, Ellen.

Ellen: Well, all that is so obvious. How is your sex life with Taunus?

Kharon: Good. We both hate condoms. And you know how messy a butt fuck can be? So I enema first thing every morning and lubricate my asshole for him. His day always begins with bare back sodomy. He is so gentle and caring. There are times that I have to entertain paying clients. Some use those "rough rider" condoms without lubricant. Taunus even gives me a rest day if I'm bruised, swollen, and sore.

Ellen: Does Faustus ever get to use you?

Kharon: Master always checks to ensure that Faustus isn't around before letting me enter the lounge for servicing clients. He controls the surveillance cameras, or most of them. Poor master, always being summonsed to do IT chores.

Ellen: Without the income from the on line game grid, we would be bankrupt. Real Life dues simply aren't enough and the overhead at The Club is too high.

Kharon: All that IT work, keeping the game grid active and chasing away griefers is a full-time job at best. Not counting avoiding surveillance.

Ellen: Yes. Some people think that the Internet is free love!

Kharon: I was abducted and brought here from a middle-class bourgeois world. I could never return to those silly Yuppy games they play.

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Several days have passed and Ellen meets Kharon at a pre-breakfast event.

Kharon: Master brought me to this happening; do you know what's going on?

Ellen: Yes, Kharon, Faustus is having me caned out as first girl. I will receive twenty strokes. Word has it that there will be an additional punishment.

Kharon: Why? You have been first girl for a while and all the clients are pleased with you.

Ellen: But Faustus says otherwise.

Mr Spike: Gentlemen and cunts, welcome. This morning we will cane out Ellen as first girl. Faustus will do the honors. Come on stage and bend over the caning chair, Ellen.

Ellen: Yes, Sir.

Ellen climbs up on stage.

Faustus enters stage and shows the audience a tuber.

Faustus: Gentlemen and cunts. This is a ginger root. It will be inserted into Ellen's asshole. Should she clench or tighten her anal sphincters or buttocks, the root will secrete a ginger extract that will burn and sting. Girl must remain relaxed and submit to the caning. Of course, she must never cry out or scream and she must, as usual, count the strokes, thank me, and beg for another stroke. Is this understood, girl?

Ellen: Yes, Sir.

Ellen is wishing that she had been trained like Kharon to tolerate insertion of penis, fingers, butt plugs, or enemas into her rectum without tightening or clenching. Ellen is certain that she can tolerate the caning but she is uncertain about the ginger root.

Faustus: Is a girl ready?

Ellen: "Yes, Sir," she stammers. "A girl begs for the cane."

Faustus: This is my pleasure, Ellen.

Faustus strikes Ellen's bare bottom with a cane.

Ellen lurches forward, surprised at the strength ad intensity of the stroke: "One, Sir, thank you, Sir. May I have another, please?"

Faustus says "My delight" as he pummels Ellen's glorious hemispheres again with the thin cane.

Ellen feels the burning of the ginger root as her anus seems on fire. She says: "Two, Sir, thank you. May I have another please?"

Faustus: I am glad to oblige, Ellen. (He loves to insult the hapless girl by indicating that she somehow enjoys her pain and humiliation.)

Faustus strikes a third time.

Ellen says: "Three, Sir, thank you, Sir. May I have another please?"

Faustus: I love to hear the "P" word.

Faustus lays on another stroke. The sound is a sharp "crack."

Ellen holds the chair with white knuckles and forces herself to say: "Four, Sir, thank you. May I have another please?"

Faustus is disgusted that the ginger root has not elicited a response from the girl. He was almost certain that she would be unable to hold her screams with the ginger root burning and stinging in her Glory of Glories. He strikes again.

Ellen's legs wobble under the stroke. She stammers, drooling and with snot running out of her nose: "Five, Sir, thank you, Sir. May I have another please?"

Faustus: The caning experience is best in progress. Here a girl must anticipate her will to endure versus a man's will to bring her into submission and accept her role.

Faustus strikes again, with all his masculine strength.

Ellen: "Six, Sir, thank you. May I have another please?"

Faustus, frustrated, quickly administers four hard strokes.

Ellen, twisting and wreathing in pain, blurts out: Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Sir. Thank you Sir. More please."

Faustus: We are half done, Ellen. You have been brave, a real trooper. Now we can see how you fare these next ten. They hurt more as they strike over swollen and scored flesh. But enjoy your tuber.

Faustus twists and jerks the ginger root in Ellen's ass.

Ellen: Eowee! That burns Sir.

Faustus: You just earned a penalty stroke, Ellen.

Mr Spike: That's wrong Faustus. Penalty strokes are for caning only.

Ellen: A girl will submit, Sirs. She stands, hands behind her back, shoulders back, and breasts protruding. "My breasts are offered for your pleasure Sir. Please use them as you desire."

Faustus strikes Ellen's breasts with the cane. She cries. Then thanks him.

Ellen: May a girl return to the caning posture and prepare herself for Sir's use and service?

gglieFaustus: Yes girl, we have ten more strokes to do and an as yet undetermined number of penalty strokes.

Ellen shudders in disbelief at the savagery and cruelty of the sadistic Faustus.

Faustus: Before each stroke, remove the ginger root and hand it to me. I will "rough it up" on a stone. Then I will hand it back to you so that you can insert it again. Understood girl?

Ellen: Yes, Sir. She removes the tuber, hands it to Faustus, who rubs it on a stone. He hands the ginger root back to Ellen who struggles to re-insert it. Her buttocks involuntarily clench. She begs for more time, but somehow manages to re-insert it before her request is denied.

Faustus delivers another strike to Ellen carved ivory derriere.

Ellen struggles to suppress a scream but manages to say: "Eleven, Sir, thank you, may I have another please?"

Ellen removes the offending root and offers it to Faustus. Each event is more and more painful. Faustus returns the root and Ellen strains to insert it. She wonders if she can avoid penalty strokes.

Faustus: With the root burning in her ass, Faustus delivers another stroke.

Ellen screams and manages to say: "Twelve, Sir, please give me more strokes and I am ready for my penalty stroke. My tits are at your pleasure."

Ellen presents her breasts.

Faustus canes her breasts hard. He smiles at the red whelp.

Ellen removes the root and hands it to Faustus.

Faustus roughs up the root and hands it back to Ellen.

Ellen forces the tuber into her ass, her anus red and puffy.

Faustus gives Ellen another stroke.

Ellen musters up some resolve and whispers a soft, almost melodic, reply.

Ellen: Thirteen, Sir. May I have another, please, pretty please?

Ellen removes the root from her ass, kisses it, and hands it to Faustus.

Mr Spike: breakfast is being served. The remaining seven strokes will be done later. All this tuber sideline is taking up too much time.