'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 maltreating 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...'

And that 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 domination. She had come to Globolink desperate for work and knowing she was trading on her looks rather than her modest 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 it was that 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 cruel vigour 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 enough 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 there 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 only 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 with some of his most outspoken critics being exposed as hypocrites. Several notable political and religious leaders had 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 degraded 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 few reporters they've got who might 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 of 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 circulation 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 ground-breaking 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 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 the circulation 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...'