All Kinds of Pain

“Barb, do you see that altar?”

She gestures at a black slab of dark stone about the size of a coffee table. There are holes in the top which are pure darkness.

“Put your hand inside.”

Barb cautiously lowers her hand into it.

Pain hits her like an eighteen wheel truck. She screams at feel of crunching bones.

“Name it!”

She barely hears Professor Anip.

“Name it! Make it your bitch!”

Suddenly, Barb senses a name.

“Ogridga?”

“That’s it. Own it. Turn n it to pleasure.”

“Ogridga!”

Suddenly the pain vanishes. Barb wills it to become pleasure and she climaxes. It feels wonderful. She withdraws her hand, still enjoying the afterglow.

“Only three hundred and two kinds left, dear. Put your hand in again.”

Barb obeys and again is wracked with excruciating pain.

She repeats the experience seventeen more times. Sweat rolls down her brow. Professor Anip grins at her.

“I think that will be enough for today. No student of mine has ever excelled so much the first day.”

Barb manages an exhausted smile.

“Thank you, Professor.”

Despite being exhausted Barb manages to stagger back toward her room.