‘My name is Victoria Somersby, I’m twenty-three years old
and I work for Globolink News Net. This is my personal presentation to the
artist known as Belphegor…’
Victoria knew her voice was trembling
and hesitant, hardly up to professional reporting standards, but then she’d
never done anything like this before.
She was stark naked straddling a broom
handle that was supported horizontally between the backs of two chairs that had
been taped front to front. The handle
had short segments of grey foam pipe-lagging taped about it, forming a sawtooth
ribbed effect that pressed into her pussy mouth.
As she addressed the camera Victoria was
bent over the broom handle pushing her behind back into a section of spiral
ribbed fifty millimetre clear PVC hosepipe, which was mounted on a hammer drill
that was wired to the chair back. The
tip of the hose had a rubber ball taped to it forming a novel flexible dildo of
huge dimensions that was lodged (quite uncomfortably) up her anus. Her discomfort did not end there. As she
pushed backwards onto the dildo her breasts were pulled forwards by improvised
ropes of heavy elastic bounds looped one through the other, which were hooked to
the chair back before her. These rubber
band ropes were fastened to her nipples by silver bulldog clips.
The clamping of her nipples was making
her eyes water but bravely she blinked away the tears. She was using every asset at her disposal to
do this, fighting back her acute shame and embarrassment as she did so and
desperately trying not to let it show on her face.
Victoria had a slightly heavy nose
balanced by good cheekbones and framed by blonde straight hair that felt
halfway down her back. She had level
narrow eyebrows, pale grey green eyes and an easy smile. Her skin was clear and she had a good figure
with a tight waist and wide hips. Her
breasts were high, rounded and noticeably pneumatic, with distinct plump brown
nipples. Her pubic mound was bikini-line
trimmed and quite prominent with a deep cleft.
Her buttock cheeks were smooth, pale and nicely rounded.
‘I have built all this myself and I am
abusing my body of my own free will,’ Victoria said. ‘I will suffer until I cum for your pleasure
because I admire your work so much…’
It was all a lie! Actually she hated Belphegor’s so-called
“art”. She was doing this for her own
future prospects…
***
It had begun two days before in Connor
McDuff’s flat.
Connor was the editor in chief of
Globolink’s London Bureau and the man with whom Victoria was having a long term
affair. He was also a sexual dominant
and mild sadist…
Looking back on it, Victoria thought
it was almost inevitable from the beginning that she had fallen under Connor’s
control. She had come to Globolink desperate
for work and knowing she was trading on her looks rather than her skill as a
reporter. She simply wanted to have a
famous name and a face which people would recognise. Connor was ready to tutor her and accelerate
her progress through the organisation… at a price.
And so Victoria lay spread-eagled across
the plastic sheet that covered Connor’s large double bed with her arms and legs
outstretched. Metal cuffs clamped about
her wrists and ankles bound her to the bedposts. A plastic wrapped pillow under her hips lifted
her haunches up to receive their quota of lashes.
Connor knelt on the side of the bed,
swiping her trembling buttocks with a black leather lash. He was a fiftyish man with a lean, squash and
gym-toned body, a blandly handsome face and thick dark hair, only slightly
greying at the temples. He was as naked
as Victoria and his stiff penis jutted out from between his thighs, bobbing as
she swung the lash again and again across her helpless buttock cheeks.
Even as Victoria whimpered and bit on
the gag stifling her sobs of pain, she knew it had been a price worth
paying. Connor had given her valuable
advice on how to improve her analysis and presentation of newsworthy events and
she had steadily been given more weighty assignments. Ultimately she wanted to become one of
Globolink’s prime news anchors. But of
course that was still some years and many more of Connor’s sadistic sex
sessions away. For now she had to be his
submissive, whimpering, whipping toy.
But even in the height of his passion
he was careful never to mark her where it would show on camera. In his way he too was a dedicated
professional...
Now Victoria’s natural lust was taking
over and she could stop pretending to be aroused. The beating on her backside had done its job
and her pussy was streaming over the plastic sheeting. This was the point in all sessions with
Connor that she could begin to enjoy herself.
Her vagina needed to be filled and the means to do so was bobbing and
straining above her.
Connor lowered his lash and felt the
heat of her buttocks which were now an even rosy red. Then he thrust his hand between her thighs
and stabbed stiff fingers up into the sopping, sticky mouth of her sex.
‘You’re just a hot cunt on legs, aren’t
you?’ he declared.
Victoria whimpered and nodded
wretchedly, wriggling her hips in shameful invitation as she twisted her head
round as far as she could to plead mutely with her glistening, wet, tear-filled
eyes.
‘This is what you really want, isn’t
it? You have to get a good a beating from
a proper man before he puts his cock up you.’
Victoria nodded again, flattering his
vanity, pushing her hips back onto his hand as far as her chains allowed.
‘Do you beg for my cock up you?’
Victoria tried to say she did, nodding
desperately and practically bouncing her haunches up and down. The more he teased and tormented her the more
her need became genuine. By this stage
she would have screwed anything or anyone to be allowed to cum.
Of course Connor knew this only too
well.
Slowly he positioned as himself
between her splayed thighs and rubbed the tip of his cock through the sticky
wet gash of her sex mouth. Then rubbed
its head over her simmering buttocks, making them sting and clench in
pain. Victoria moaned in desperation and
tried to clench his shaft between her cheeks.
Connor laughed. ‘What a slut you are! You really want it that much?’
Victoria sobbed desperately and
nodded.
With brutal force he rammed his cock
up her cleft and into the streaming hot passage of her vagina. His hips and belly ground over the tender
beaten mounds of her buttock cheeks, making her shiver in pain even as her
sheath closed about his plunging hard shaft and began to suck her pleasure from
it.
They were both highly aroused and it
did not take long for them to reach an explosive and highly satisfactory mutual
climax.
Afterwards Connor lay sprawled across
Victoria’s hot back, using her helpless body as a living mattress.
Victoria endured his weight pressing
down upon her. It was all part of her
submission, but in truth she hardly felt capable of moving herself after an
orgasm like that one. She could feel her
expelled juices mingling with his sperm as they seeped under her belly and
thighs between flesh and plastic.
Whatever his other faults, Connor knew how to get the most out of a
woman. How many other trainees had lain
here before her? Well she would make
sure she was the one who made it to the top.
She knew that she was also using
Connor, substituting his assistance for her own lack of killer instinct. She wanted success but she was not by nature cruel
or ruthless enough to claw her way to the top, and she knew she did not have
sufficient raw talent to rise there on merit alone. And so she accepted Connor, and what keeping
him happy required, as a means to an end.
Finally, with his flaccid shaft still
lodged in her pussy, Connor pulled Victoria’s gag out. Then he lifted himself off Victoria enough to
reach across to a table by the bed and pick up a folded sheet of paper that had
been lying their unnoticed.
‘Something came in yesterday that you
might be interested in,’ he told her.
‘Something that might do you a lot of
good if you want…’
‘What?’ Victoria asked eagerly.
‘You’ve heard of the artist who calls
himself Belphegor?’
‘Of course I have!’ Victoria said sharply. ‘I’m not stupid you know.’
Everybody
had heard of Belphegor. Currently he was
the world’s most controversial and extreme installation and performance
artist. His motto was: “If I do not shock I have failed”.
He
kept his real name and antecedence a close secret, going by the name “Belphegor”
after a mythical prince of hell, a demon of discoveries and diabolical
inventions, which seemed appropriate in view of his work. He was reviled by many as a pornographer, a sadist
and an exploiter of women and yet somehow he was still exhibiting around the
world. All moves to ban his exhibitions ended
in confusion and some of his most outspoken critics being exposed as
hypocrites. Several notable political
and religious leaders have come to grief this way and now they were wary of
speaking out against him.
And
yet the strange thing was that only a relative handful of people had ever seen
his work.
His
installations, if that was what you could call them, were un-reproducible
because what he created seemed to exist only in the minds of actual physical visitors
to a gallery, so reviewers could only describe them but never show an image or
recording of any kind, which only added to their appeal. The only thing everybody agreed on was the
content was deeply shocking and explicit and featured women being abused and
mistreated as its subjects. People hated
his shows and yet were so deeply aroused by what they seen that they often came
back for more and so they were always sold out.
Yet beyond crude sensationalism and controversy, nobody could quite
analyse his appeal. Some people ascribed
deep moral lessons to his work, or perhaps simply people enjoyed being voyeurs. And now he was putting on a show in London at
the Catoptric Gallery which opened on the twentieth of this month, less than a
week away…
Connor
continued, unfolding the paper: ‘Well this announcement was sent to all the
major media companies with offices in London.
It seems Belphegor is ready to give one reporter from one outlet an exclusive
interview with him before the gallery opens to the public.’
‘But
there’s no record of him ever having given an interview!’
‘I
know, but he’s offering one now.’
Victoria
felt her heart skip a beat. ‘And you
think I can get it?’
‘Maybe,
but there’s a catch. Listen to this: “Belphegor requires that the interviewer
must be an attractive female aged between 18 and 35 who must first submit a
solo recording of herself naked and performing an obscene, humiliating or
painful act of no less than 10 minutes duration, which she has created especially
to prove how much she wants the privilege of an audience with Belphegor. Submissions must be received by midnight of
the seventeenth of this month. The
winner will be notified at noon the next day when conditions for the interview will
be supplied, which will take place on the nineteenth at the Catoptric Gallery. Only the most outstanding performer will be
chosen...”
As
Victoria’s heart sank, Connor added wryly: ‘You can imagine that everybody has
dismissed this out of hand as a publicity stunt. Even if they accept that it’s genuine they
dare not take it seriously. Those
reporters they’ve got who would qualify have their reputations to think
of. But you’re still enough of an
unknown to get away with it. Think what
a scoop the only Belphegor interview would be for Globolink!’
Victoria looked at him in horror. ‘But…
I can’t do anything like that!’ she exclaimed.
‘It wouldn’t be anything more than we’ve
done dozens times in this bed before,’ pointed out. He slapped her sore bottom, making her
yelp. ‘You already had plenty of
practice. I know you’re a hot slut who
enjoys getting dirty and suffering for it.
That’s what makes you the ideal choice!’
Oh hell, I’ve really convinced him I
enjoy this, Victoria thought in dismay. Aloud she said: ‘B… but this is different. This is… personal and private. I could never film myself doing this and send
it off to some insane artist!’
Connor scowled and took hold of
Victoria by the hair, twisting her head round so he looked her square in the
eye.
‘Now listen to me,’ he said menacingly. ‘You wouldn’t be doing this just for yourself.
I’d be the one who set it up and that wouldn’t do me any harm with the bosses
either. One day a position is going open
up at the New York Bureau and I want to be ready for it. You’ve got this far by trading on your looks
and being able to read an autocue without tripping over your own tongue. Now use all that to show you’ve got what it
takes to make a real reporter. A real
star! That’s what you want, isn’t it?’
And even though the thought of it made
her sick, she knew deep down it was what she wanted. But also she knew she had to be pushed into
it. She would never have the nerve on
her own. But then that was what Connor
was for. He could make her do it despite
her fear. This could be the big break of
her career…
Her heart began to race and her
stomach began to knot in anticipation as she said in a little voice: ‘Well, if
my man really insists…’
***
Victoria began to thrust her haunches
back onto the home-made anal dildo, desperately trying to get herself aroused
before she lost her nerve. As she did so
the power drill whirred into life and began to spin and pump the array of
plastic and rubber in and out of her backside.
Her heavily greased anal ring parted
about its rubber ball head and plastic ribbed sides as they plunged in and out
of her. The powerful vibration they made
as they rippled and popped through her sphincter set her whole groin buzzing
while her bulging bottom shivered. Oh
God that felt disgustingly exciting! And
she clung to that thrill, trying to ignore the camera and the thought of who
would soon be seeing her shameful display.
She just hoped Belphegor appreciated the trouble she had gone to make
this home-made super vibrator, with Connor’s help of course.
As she ground her hips back and
forward her dripping pussy cleft rippled across the sawtooth foam teeth taped
to the broom handle, dragging them through her gash and teasing her
clitoris. With every backward thrust her
full breasts were stretched out before her by the elastic band ropes, pinching
and stretching the domes of her nipples, the tips of which were visibly turning
purple as the bulldog clips squeezed the blood from them.
She was trapped on a pain and pleasure
rack of her own devising and the harder she worked to please herself the more
she suffered. But then that was apparently
what Belphegor wanted, the sick bastard!
No, she must not think of him like
that if she was going to interview him.
He was an incredible visionary groundbreaking artist who had opened a
door onto another layer of the human condition.
And she was doing this because she admired his work so much she was
ready to humiliate and degrade herself to prove it. She was offering up her body for his pleasure…
By now her tormented breasts were
vibrating like rubber as they were stretched to their limits, her rectum felt
raw and her pussy was streaming and dribbling over the broom handle, dripping
onto the chair seats beneath as she rubbed it up and down. This crazy, obscene setup was working. She was seriously getting hot now. She felt the need bubbling up inside her and
knew she was going to come. Quickly,
before it overtook her...
‘Please grant me an interview, Master
Belphegor,’ she choked out to camera. ‘It
would be the highlight of my life! I would
do anything for you… anything!’
And then she came spectacularly over
the broom handle, grinding her pussy frantically along it even as she jerked
her haunches back full on to the pumping vibrator drill that was reaming out
her rectum. As the spasms overtook her
she arched her back, stretching her breasts to their limits until the clips
were wrenched from her nipples, snapped away by the elastic bands, making her
shriek in pain which mingled oddly with the ecstatic joy of her orgasm before
she collapsed limply over the broom handle.
Connor stopped filming. ‘That was
bloody amazing,’ he said. ‘I’ll bet
nobody else has got anything half as hot as that. You really looked like you meant it at the
end.’
Victoria screwed up her eyes and said
nothing. Her crushed nipples tingled and
throbbed painfully at the tips of her dangling sweaty breasts as blood flowed
back into them. Now she was beginning to
feel unclean. Connor was using her as
much as she was him. And all to satisfy
the perverted whim of some sick egotistical artist!
‘I’ll edit this and send it to the
gallery,’ he promised. ‘Then we’ll just
have to wait…’
***
Victoria did not sleep well that
night. She really regretted what she had
done now. Yes if it paid off she would
get the scoop of her career, but how was she supposed to interview such a
man? Even an experienced journalist or
chat show host might struggle to connect with somebody like that. She might still below it. And if he didn’t choose her then she had a
degraded herself for nothing. But then
what other reporter would have been prepared to go such desperate lengths? She deserved that interview!
***
Just before noon the next day Victoria
joined Connor at the office phone he had given as a contact number with her
submission. As the hour turned they both
stared at it.
Victoria began to despair. She had been wasting her time after all…
Then the phone rang.
Connor took a deep breath and picked
it up. ‘Connor McDuff, editor-in-chief…’
He listened for a few moments and then
said: ‘But we can supply our own crew… all right… if he insists. We’ll be there.’
He put the phone down and beamed at
Victoria. ‘Tomorrow at nine o’clock you
have an exclusive interview with the artist known as Belphegor…’
Victoria felt a strange thrill of elation
and apprehension. ‘Oh…fantastic! Connor, I’ll promise to try not to screw it
up.’
‘I’ll coach you,’ Connor said. ‘But there’s a proviso, non-negotiable. Belphegor will provide the film crew. You’ll be on your own…’