CHAPTER 3: VOYEUR
Returning to her apartment, she took another shower since she still felt dirty
from her experiences with him. "him"... She didn't even know his name, and he'd
never asked for hers. What went through his depraved mind as he dominated those
helpless women? They'd been completely at his mercy as he gave lash after lash
after lash... She realized with some embarrassment that she was touching
herself. Quickly, she got out of the shower and dried off. She dug the disk
out of her purse, went over to her laptop and turned it on. Her heart was
pounding again as she took the disk out of its case. It seemed innocuous
enough, a golden disk with simple felt writing on it.
Feeling a little paranoid, she went to the door to make sure it was locked, then
closed all the curtains. Returning once more to the laptop, she put the disk in
and waited.
Nothing happened.
She grabbed the mouse and clicked on the CD ROM icon.
It opened a window but the video didn't play. Maybe there wasn't anything on
this one? She tried clicking on the little icons in the disk. Still, it
refused to give up its secrets.
More than a little disappointed, she turned off the computer and started her
Sunday cleaning routine.
The next day at work she couldn't concentrate at all. Her thoughts drifted
constantly to that man and his captive women.
"Well?" said the surly woman in front of her.
"Huh?" she said, startled. "Oh! sorry."
"I haven't got all day for your dilly dallying you know! Some of us have to get
on with our day."
Jenny started passing the groceries through the scanner.
"You scanned one twice!"
"Huh?"
"There! you scanned the milk twice! I saw you do it!" She reached over to the
cash register and grabbed the receipt-in-progress.
"There!" she said triumphantly, "You see! I bought 2 cartons of milk and you
charged me for 3!"
"I'm terribly sorry ma'am" Jennie stammered.
"Sorry isn't quite good enough, I'm afraid. Where is your manager?" She lifted
her head up and shouted "Is this lady's manager around?"
Jenny thought quickly. "Umm ma'am, I'm really sorry about it. Umm.. how about
I give you a coupon set that you can use right now? There are a few things here
that will be cheaper with them."
The old sourpuss eyed her suspiciously. "And where are these coupons?"
As Jenny pulled them out from under the counter, the old lady snatched them
from her.
"Hey.."
The old lady gave her a warning look. Jenny acquiesced.
Dave, her manager, came to the counter. "Is there something I can help you
with, ma'am?"
"Yes, there is. you can be quiet while I'm trying to concentrate."
Slowly she pored over the page of coupons.
"Right. I can use these three here and another two over there, coming to a
total of $2.19 off."
"Umm ma'am? you can only use one of.." The old lady shot her daggers as Dave
surreptitiously put his finger to his lips.
Jenny sighed inside. "OK, ma'am I'll just ring them in..." Jenny reached for
the coupons but the lady snatched them away. "I already counted them for you
since you obviously can't do that right. Just ring it in. That's $2.19. two -
one - nine."
Jenny looked at Dave, who nodded slightly. She turned to the register and
punched in $2.19 and then hit "special discount".
"There you are, ma'am. That comes to $22.87."
The old woman grunted and laid out $22.87 in fives, ones, and a lot of coins.
"Thank you ma'am. Have a nice day."
"Hmph after this it's only barely adequate, but don't worry your pretty head
over me, dear. I'd be more worried about your future since you can't even
count!"
With that, she stalked off.
Jenny slammed her fist on the counter and gritted her teeth.
"What was that all about?" inquired Dave.
"I accidentally scanned something twice. I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention."
"Well, you handled her pretty well. I'm impressed."
He was always impressed. All he wanted to do was get into her shorts.
"Yeah, well, she didn't need to be so mean. I said I was sorry."
"You don't look so good. If you want you can come take a breather in the office
for awhile."
Yeah, right. A breather.
"No, I'm fine. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to the others."
Dave looked disappointed. Fine. Let him be.
"Yeah, I guess so. Well you take care. You're a good employee, Jenny. I just
want you to know that."
Ugh. How gross.
Annie leaned over her counter after Dave left. "You're gonna have to do
something about him, Jen. That's sexual harassment you know."
"How can it be harassment if he hasn't even mentioned sex?" Jenny snapped.
"He doesn't have to honey. And besides, if it comes down to words, I'll back up
whatever you say."
Good ol' Annie. She hated men. Detested them. Jenny was sure she was a lesbo
or something. She'd lie, cheat, steal, do anything to bring a man down. If you
want a man out of the picture, she's the one to call. Jenny wondered how well
Annie would fare against "him"? She started to feel warm at the thought.
Still, she couldn't afford to risk a fight with Dave. The Pack 'n Shop wasn't
the most glamorous job in the world, but it put food on the table and kept her
in college.
"Hey Jenny, you know sometimes those things double-scan, right?" Jenny jumped.
She'd been drifting again. "These ones are all model R-31's. They sometimes
have problems with double-scanning, so the first scan gets bogged down and
doesn't register until you've already re-scanned it, and then it beeps twice."
Andrew prattled on. He was a nice kid and all, but what a geek! His clothes
never fit, not even his work clothes. His hair always looked like a recently
used mop, and the acne didn't help much either.
"Oh, really." she said, trying to ignore him.
"Yeah. They have an internal cache system and run scans asynchronously, so if
one scan gets caught up in the event loop, it will seem as if..." Blah blah blah
blah. If only he'd just go away.
"Hey brainiac. She's not interested in the guts of that machine." quipped
Annie.
"Oh." he said, dejected, and started walking away.
Suddenly, Jenny remembered the disk. "Hey Andrew!" He swung around, his eyes
lit up like a pinball machine. "Yes, Jenny?"
"You know stuff about computers right? I mean like laptops and stuff?"
"Of course! I've got two laptops at home. One's a Sony vai..."
"Yes, yes, that's very interesting and all, but I'm having a bit of trouble with
mine."
"Oh? What model is it?"
"Umm. I don't know. It's a laptop. Are you busy after work? Can you help me
fix it?"
Andrew looked like he'd just won the lottery. "SURE! Where should I meet you?
Should we go together? Should I meet you there?"
"Relax, Andrew. Just meet me out front after work."
"Okay!" He trotted off, suddenly the happiest boy in the world.
"You sure you wanna do that? He's probably got pictures of you on his wall that
he jerks off to as it is."
"Well, he's good with computers, and this way I don't have to take it in to the
shop."
"What's wrong with it then?"
"Oh, it's just something wrong with the CD ROM." she answered cryptically.
Annie grunted. She probably had no idea what Jenny had just said, which was for
the better.
As Jenny left work, Andrew was waiting for her outside in his misshapen,
horribly coordinated street clothes. I mean, really, did he get them from the
Sally Ann or something?
He followed her like a lost puppy to the car and said nothing as they drove to
her apartment. She opened the door and threw her work clothes on a chair as she
walked by. Andrew stood in the doorway, wringing his hands.
"Well, come in!"
He stumbled over the doorstep and stood inside.
"Come on! I don't bite." Jenny said.
Andrew slowly walked into the living room. Beads of sweat were springing up on
his forehead.
"Can I get you something? Coffee? Tea?"
"Y-Yes, coffee please." he stammered.
"The laptop's over there." she said as she went into the kitchen.
"OK." he called back, sounding relieved to be back in familiar territory,
"What's wrong with it?"
"Well I can't seem to get it to play videos."
"Like DVDs?"
"Yeah, like that. the ones that come on disks."
"Oh, well you need to install DVD player software to do that. Didn't your
laptop come with it?"
"I'm not sure. The manuals and stuff are in the top drawer on the desk."
She came back into the living room as he was rooting around in the drawer.
"Aha!" he exclaimed, pulling out a disk. "Riiight, let's install this baby."
He pushed the eject button on the laptop.
THE DISK! It was still in the laptop!
She dove over the couch and snatched it from his had as he took it out of the
tray. She quickly put it in its case and put the whole thing in her purse.
Andrew needless to say was a little shocked at this sudden display.
"Umm.. that's a little bit personal." she offered apologetically.
Andrew grinned from ear to ear. "Ooooooh. OK, think nothing of it."
"No, it's not like that... it's just.." she stammered.
"Look, I don't judge what people like to watch. I know it was a VCD since I saw
the files before pulling it out. The software I'm installing will play it
fine."
Jenny had turned beet red. Andrew ignored this and turned back to the task at
hand. He really was a nice kid.
Jenny returned to the kitchen. "How do you like your coffee?" she called.
"Black." he replied.
"Black?"
"Yeah, I sometimes do late night hacking sessions, so I prefer it black."
She brought him a cup. "Thanks." he said, taking a sip. "Mmm, good coffee."
His fingers continued to fly across the keyboard.
Jenny watched him work. His brow furled as different screens flew by. By the
time he finished, he'd drained his coffee completely.
"There!" he said. "I've installed the software and also put in a crack so that
it's unencumbered."
"What does that mean?"
"Well I put in a region free hack and removed the playback restrictions. Some
disks only let you play them in certain regions, so you can't play a European
disk in Asia for example. They also restrict when you can skip forward in the
video, and when you can go to the menu. That's all disabled now."
"Oh. Umm thanks." Whatever all that meant, it was probably a good thing.
Andrew suddenly stared down. Now that his work was done, his familiar
environment, and thus his confidence, was gone.
"I uhh.. I guess I should go now."
Jenny grabbed his hand as he reached for his bag. "Wait."
Andrew stood there limply.
"I know you like me Andrew, and I'm flattered..."
"I get it Jenny. I know you're not interested. I'm gonna go."
"Wait, let me finish. I know you're really shy around girls and I thought.. I
could help you get more used to them."
Andrew stood motionless.
Jenny pulled his hand and led him to the couch. He sat perfectly rigid,
breathing rapidly beside her.
Jenny thought for a moment. "Hey look, why don't I tell you some things that
girls like."
Andrew made no reply.
"Umm.. Well.. Girls like a confident man. They like a man who knows what he
wants. liiike.. like when you were working on the computer back there. You
were in complete control of yourself. You had confidence. Girls really find
that a turn on."
"W-well yeah back there I w-wasn't really thinking about anything but installing
the program."
"Right, that's your confidence point. You know everything about the machine so
you don't fear it, right? It's the same with anything. You need practice to
get good at it."
"I.. I guess so..."
"Look, Andrew, I'm going to ask you a personal question, and if you don't want
to answer, don't. What's the farthest you've gone with a girl?"
Andrew turned a deeper shade of red and looked away.
"OK, bad idea, I'm sorry."
"No, it's not." Andrew said. "It's just that... I've never been with a girl..
ever..."
"What? you've never kissed a girl?"
"Well yeah I've done that, but not a real kiss. just a peck."
"Well that's still a start isn't it? Do you want to kiss me?"
Andrew went rigid.
Jenny leaned forward towards him. He didn't move. She moved closer and touched
his lips to hers. A slight moan escaped him.
She moved in closer and pressed fully against him. He seemed to relax just a
little, and so she moved her tongue to her lips. He pulled back suddenly.
She looked at him inquiringly. He seemed to regain his composure and moved to
kiss her again. This time she gave the full treatment. Her tongue shot deep
into his mouth, rubbing against his. Eventually he got the idea and returned
the favor. His hand moved to her breast but she paid it no mind. His breathing
was rapid and he started to squeeze her. Suddenly he pulled away, his face in
shock and horror.
"What's wrong?" Jenny began.
He quickly turned away and grabbed his bag. "I.. I gotta go!" he said quickly
and ran for the door, leaving her puzzled.
She worried about him for some time after that. Maybe she should call him to
make sure he was alright, but she didn't have his number.
After awhile, her thoughts turned back to the disk in her purse. Furtively, she
fished the disk from her purse and put it in the laptop. Then, remembering, she
ran to the door and locked it, then closed the curtains.
As she came back to the computer, it had already started playing the video. The
camera was following along a hall with a heavy door at the end. As the camera
closed in, she could see four name plaques white on black beside it: Angela
Rupert, Christine Devison, Simone Vesy, and Tiffany Cheung. A hand reached out
with a card and swiped along a reader beside the door. An electric buzz sounded
and with a ca-chunk the door swung open. Once through, the door closed loudly,
echoing through the bare chamber. Bare except for the row of four metal frames
in the center, like the ones she'd seen before.
Upon each frame a woman was secured. Two of them were whimpering as his
footfalls echoed through the chamber.
Jenny was breathing rapidly, her legs squirming.
"Good evening, ladies!" he said cheerily. "Time for another late night
session!"
The camera moved in to the first frame and pointed up underneath for a close-up
on her face. "Angie! How's it hanging? Nipples don't hurt too much do they?"
Angela looked terrified. The hand reached out and fondled her nipples. "Nice
and hard, eh?" She whimpered and sputtered through the gag. He leaned close to
her ear and whispered something. Whatever it was, it had great effect. Angela
bucked and struggled in vain against her bonds.
The camera moved next to Christine. "And how is Christine tonight? All tied up
I see?" Christine was sobbing into her gag, a long stream of drool reaching to
the floor. "Stunning. Absolutely beautiful. Did anyone tell you that you have
a sexy body? We'll be giving it a workout tonight."
"nyuugh huuk NYUUUUUGH!"
"Now now, that wasn't very nice. I'm afraid that'll cost you a double
punishment tonight."
Christine whimpered and went silent.
Next came Simone. The hand caressed her face lightly, and brushed against her
hair. "Sweet Simone. You've got such a nice ass, I'll go extra hard on you
tonight." Simone closed her eyes and moaned.
The camera moved on to the last girl. She appeared to be sleeping. The camera
moved around to the back of the frame, where her ass was prominently on display.
The hand swung out with a loud smack, leaving a red hand-shaped imprint. The
frame shook as a muffled yelp came from the front. The camera came back around
to a terrified Tiffany. "No sleeping on the job, princess. You'll pay extra
for that indiscretion. Tiffany began to sob.
The camera moved towards a waiting tripod at the side of the room. The scene
jiggled as the camera was mounted, and then panned a bit before being fixed into
place.
"I figured I'd make things interesting tonight. As he walked into the scene,
she recognized him. "I have with me tonight 4 implements." he said, pacing
along the frames. "One will be used on each of you, and since I'm feeling
generous tonight, I'll let you choose which implement will be used on you. When
the implement of your choice is offered, you will grunt twice. If you haven't
chosen by the time all of them have been offered, all four will be used on you.
Is that clear?"
The girls were whimpering softly.
"I said is that clear!?"
A loud chorus of grunts filled the room.
"Good! Tiffany and Catherine have a double helping tonight, so they will choose
two implements." This was greeted with fresh sobs.
"SILENCE!" he bellowed. The room fell silent.
"Now, as I was saying, Tiffany and Catherine will choose two implements each,
and I've just had an idea. To ensure variety, each implement must be chosen at
least once. Any implements that remain unchosen at the end will be used on each
of you on top of the regular treatment."
He walked behind the camera and returned with some items. "Now for the
implements. The first is a simple cane." He held it to the camera, then waved
it under the faces of each woman. "Rather simple, made of bamboo and hurts like
a sonofagun."
"Next." he reached down and grabbed the next item. "A flogger. Made of latigo
leather, this baby's guaranteed to have her screaming in no time."
"Next, for the Edison lovers out there, an electro-kit. This baby can put out
enough juice to kill if not used properly, but you won't have to worry tonight
as I am an expert in its use. It comes complete with clamps and vaginal and
anal probes."
"And last, but certainly not least, the paddle." He pulled up a wicked looking
wooden paddle. "Made of solid oak, this thing packs quite a wallop. One
session of this and you won't be able to sit for a week, which is not a problem
since you won't be sitting ever."
"Right. You've had enough time to make your choices. I'll show you each of the
four implements in turn and when your choice comes up, you nod."
Jenny's fingers were rubbing her clitoris through her panties, which had by now
gotten quite wet. She quickly pulled them away.
The man was waving the cane under Angela's face. She didn't move. "Angela has
refused the cane. What kind of punishment is she thinking of?"
He then waved the flogger. She remained still. "No flogger? Only two choices
left if you refuse." Angela let out a loud sob and slowly nodded her head as
best she could.
"Angela picks the flogger! An excellent choice! Now on to Christine." He
moved to her. "Now Christine must be careful. She has two choices to make, so
if she refuses more than twice, she'll have all four implements used on her.
Let's see what she chooses."
He waved the cane under her. She nodded.
"The cane! Christine is playing it safe tonight! Now for the second
implement."
He waved the flogger in front of her. With a sob, she nodded weakly.
"Well, the flogger again. Either Christine really likes the flogger, or she's
afraid she'll lose her nerve later on."
He moved on to Simone. "OK, sweet Simone, Shall I whack that lovely ass of
yours, or do the electro treatment?"
He waved the cane in front of her. She wept but kept still. He waved the
flogger next. She choked a bit but still did not move.
"No cane or flogger? Are you sure you want electro? I've heard it hurts like
hell." he waved the electrical device under her. She continued to moan but did
not move.
"Last chance, Simone. The paddle?" He waved the paddle under her. She sobbed
even louder. "Clock's ticking, Simone." With a loud wail, she nodded.
"Excellent choice. Your ass is perfect for the paddle."
He moved to the final girl. "Alas, your friends have left you in quite the
quandary. If you don't choose electro, all of you will have it added to your
session. So what'll it be?"
He waved the cane under her. She did not move.
Next came the flogger. Still she remained still.
"Whoa, talk about limiting your choices. OK, how about electro?"
He waved the electrical device under her. She still didn't move.
"You sure you want to do that? Not only will you get all four for not choosing,
but all of you girls will get an extra session of electro. Last call."
Tiffany moaned, and nodded her head.
"Good, good. It's good to see you finally behaving, Tiffany. I was worried
we'd have to give you extra sessions forever. Right, last implement."
He waved the paddle under her. She nodded.
The man stood up. "The choices have been made! Angela with the cane, Christine
with the flogger and paddle, Simone with the paddle, and Tiffany with electro
and paddle. Tiffany, since you've been such a good girl, I'll let you choose
which implement I use first. Do you want electro first?" No reaction. "How
about the paddle?" Tiffany nodded.
"OK, let's just change our view a bit..."
He picked up the camera and set it so that it gave a front and side view of
Tiffany. Then, he picked up the big oak paddle.
"Here we go!"
He brought the paddle back, and then swung. SMACK! Tiffany shrieked and bucked
in her frame. Spittle extended from her gag and her large breasts swung freely
as she thrashed from side to side.
SMACK! another blow as Tiffany thrashed and struggled in vain.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Tiffany's cries grew shriller as the torture progressed.
SMACK! "Three!"
SMACK! "Two!"
SMACK! "One!"
He paused as Tiffany moaned in her gag. As she began to go limp, he let lose
with a final SMACK!
She screamed at the top of her lungs, then went limp, sobbing loudly.
"Well done, Tiffany. You'll learn yet. Now for your second punishment.
Fortunately, this one runs automatically, God bless the computer age!" He
walked behind the camera and brought back the device. Setting up behind
Tiffany, he began to unbundle the wires. Then he brought the camera behind
Tiffany so as to show his work in progress.
"This," he held up a silver egg-shaped thing attached to one of the wires, "is
the anal probe. We'll just grease it up a bit..." He applied some lubricant to
it, and then brought it to her anus. "Open up, princess, I won't ask you
twice." As he pushed, her anus finally opened up and accepted the foreign
device.
He held up a long shaft. "Now for the vaginal probe." He applied more
lubricant and then slowly pushed it into her pussy. "Now to hold it all in..."
He took out a series of leather straps. One of them he secured around her
waist. The other ran from her new belt under her crotch. He cinched it up
tight for good measure.
"OK, now for the nipple clamps. He reached under her and grabbed one of her
nipples, massaging it until it hardened. He then attached a clip. Tiffany
jumped at this and moaned. He repeated the process oh her other nipple.
"All set. Now to choose a program. Let's see... Jungle Jitters? Nah..
Playtime? Nope... Ah here we go.. Rocky Road! This one's pretty intense."
Tiffany struggled against the frame. "Relax, princess, I haven't even turned it
on yet. Ah.. Start!"
Tiffany went rigid and then let out a scream. Whatever the box was doing, it
had Tiffany bucking and rocking and screaming nonstop.
"OK, while she's busy with that, I'll move on to Simone. Are you ready Simone?"
Jenny didn't hear her answer since Tiffany was making so much noise.
The man took the paddle and reached back.
SMACK!
Jenny couldn't take it any longer. She turned off the computer and ran to the
bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, she fingered herself until she climaxed.
She didn't sleep well that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she would
dream of being strapped into one of those evil frames while he did all sorts of
things to her. By morning, her bed was soaked with her juices.
