The Application

"I have to inquire if you are truly aware of the nature of the position." He asked, stubbing out the cigarette in the glass ashtray on the table. He looked up at her, shifting in his wool suit. He wasn't uncomfortable, but this was the moment when the applicants usually bailed.

She nodded her head. "Yes, sir. I am aware of the nature of the position." Her long blond hair bobbed in time with her chin as she smiled. He sighed. Blondes. How many had he sent along only to be contacted later to be told that the current employee wasn't cooperative, or was insufficient? He decided to take a different approach.

"Let me be blunt, Miss Carpenter. Upon arriving at Isle de Novo, you will be escorted into the facility where you will be given a complete and intrusive medical examination. If you are completely cleared medically, you will be taken to the training facility where you will be strapped to a table with your legs spread. Your personal trainer will insert both vaginal and anal dildos, which will be attached to a motorized pumping system. You will then be fucked, repeatedly, constantly, forcefully, non-stop for an entire two months. Your only relief will be when you are using the bathroom. Your trainer will also spend time applying a variety of torments to your nipples and clit, including but not limited to hot wax, vibrators, clamps, needles, chemical irritants, ice, and friction."

He didn't stop, despite the fact that the color had drained from her face.

"Please try to imagine that, Ms. Carpenter. Imagine being physically restrained permanently for two months with powerful dildos, vibrators, and probes penetrating your body. When you eat, you will be moved to a special chair with vibrators mounted to the seat. When you are too tired to stay awake you will fall asleep with dildos repeatedly moving in and out of your body. You will be constantly fucked. Over and over. When you finish training, which is mandatory, you will be rented to clients who wish to physically abuse women during sex, and while you will not be permanently harmed, you will suffer dramatically. You might be forced to endure multiple orgasms, or be denied them for weeks at a time."

He could see the little movement of her throat as she swallowed.



"And if you fail, resist, or decline to meet the expectations of your employment, you will be punished. Punishments can be as simple as enduring a spanking or having your pussy whipped repeatedly, or having electrodes attached to your clit and nipples and receiving painful shocks. Or punishments can be extreme, with permanent results." He took a deep breath. There was fear in her eyes. Maybe she wasn't the right kind of girl for this.

He pushed the paper across the table and then tossed the pen toward her. "If you are having any doubts or second thoughts, leave now. If you still think you are the right person for this position then sign your name and remove your clothing."

To his astonishment, she smiled and picked up the pen. He took a deep breath as she signed her name and then slid the paper and pen back toward him. She stood up and began undressing, leaving her tee shirt and jeans folded over the back of the chair. Her panties, bra, and socks followed and he stood up, pleased with her appearance and acceptance. He reached under the table and popped the lid off of one of the boxes. He pulled a large level four chastity belt from the container and held it up. The double dildos mounted on the crotch strap were extra large and her eyes widened slightly as he handed it over.

"Your submission starts now."