Chapter 13 The tape (part 2)
Angelica was doing her usual round in the high security ward at Tuesday night as
she heard giggling and loud laughter in the nurse headquarter. Curiously, she
walked towards the room to find out what was going on. She recognized the voices
that were talking behind the closed door as that of Belinda and Fly. She had
seen them together in the afternoon talking to each other during coffee break.
Belinda had been leaning against the window-frame smoking her cigarette while
Fly hung around her like an annoying insect. Angelica knew that Fly had an eye
on Belinda, but she also knew that she was not interested in him at all. Every
time when Fly tried to ask her out for a date or just walked over to her to have
a nice chat, she will turn down his invitations, make fun of him or simply
ignore him. Although Angelica thought that Fly had it coming with his bad
attitude towards women and sexist's talk, she didn't approve Belinda's behavior.
Belinda was a real prick-tease, she knew how good she looked and she enjoyed to
seduce men with her voluptuous body, she would court and flirt with them till
they were craving for her, only to leave them cold turkey with their hard ones
as she left. Not that Angelica wanted to judge Belinda for her sexual
preferences, she was a modern liberate minded girl and she knew that she should
leave people in their own dignity, but still... Belinda had the tendency not
only to tease the men she met in the bar down town, she also pulled sadistic
tricks on with the patients. And she knew how she had treated Michael down in
the basement during what Belinda mockingly called " hydrotherapy for wackos".
Michael had told her everything about it during their short time together.
Angelica could not comprehend why Belinda would suddenly be interested in Fly
and why these two were having a secret rendezvous. She stood silently behind the
closed door and listened carefully at what they said. She heard Fly making
bad-tasted jokes on prostitutes and gays. Belinda responded with loud laugher;
"Oh, Fly!! That's so funny!!"
Although Angelica couldn't see their faces, she knew that Belinda was faking,
she could hear it by the tone of her voice. Belinda was humoring him, and she
never humored anyone without a selfish reason. Fly on the other hand, was now
convinced that he was quite the charmer.
"You thought that was good? Now then you should hear this one Baby! It's about a
prostitute who goes to see a gynecologist..." Belinda interrupted him
immediately, she had probably heard enough bad jokes for one night.
"Oh sweety, can't we just stop talking for a while, I'm really longing to see
those videos you told me about. Can we watch them now, please? Her voice sounded
as sweet and smooth as honey. Fly hesitated. "But I thought we're gonna have a
nice chat first and then fool around a little before we watched it! Don't you
like hanging out with me Baby?"
"Oh, yes but of course you silly! I wouldn't agree to go to the movies with you
tomorrow if I didn't like you! And of course we're gonna make love. But you
know.." her voice lowered and as she hissed like a serpent. "I would be so much
better in bed if I could watch those video's of yours before we get started!
That new guy Michael got me so hot last time, I could give you the night of your
life..."
Angelica was shocked as she heard Michael's name mentioned, she hadn't been
allowed to see him since the last time that she left in a hurry. She had been
thinking and worrying about him ever since and had regretted the harsh words she
had spoken when they parted. Dane had told her that Michael tried to escape but
was caught and delivered to Jake and Fly, who had been appointed by the doctor
for his supervision. After learning this she immediately rushed down to Doctor
Stanfield's office. She pleaded to the doctor to bring Michael under her care
again, explaining to him in what kind of danger he was in the hands of these
sadistic maniacs and telling him what Michael had told her; about how they had
abused him and had threatened to kill him. But Stanfield brushed all these
accusations aside and told her that she shouldn't be listening to the ramblings
of a madman, that she was fooled by Michael who he pictured as a cunning but
dirty minded women exploiter. That all the horrible crimes he accused Jake and
Fly of were mere cobwebs of his own sick mind.
"You should be able to draw the line between sanity and madness miss Angelica."
The doctor said as he was looking at her tense face. "If you as a part of the
medical staff are unable to do so, how can we count on you to take care of the
patients?"
She talked, she reasoned and begged, but it was no use. Doctor Stanfield stood
by his decision. So she finally left the doctor's office and tried to find out
where Jake and Fly had taken him. She followed Fly when he was bringing around
supper or lunch, hoping that he would lead her to Michael, but she never found
out where they kept him. They wouldn't take him to the showers and she had never
seen him outside his hidden prison. As the weeks passed by she got desperate.
The sudden mentioning of his name by Belinda was enough to catch her attention
and make her heart beat faster. She forgot about how potentially dangerous it
was to eavesdrop a conversation between these two and carefully pushed the door
slightly open to peek through the chink. Belinda had Fly wrapped around her
fingers and she watched him shiver of lust as she ran her perfectly polished
nails down his shirt and drew little circles around his crotch. A tent was
sticking out of his trousers.
"Oh baby!! Of course we can watch the tapes first,...which do you want to
see...the one I just made this afternoon or the first one I made?" Belinda
looked him into his dark eyes and curled her ruby lips into a devilishly
seductive smile as she whispered in his ears; "I want to see them ALL..."
Fly was getting weak in his leg. "I better start up the tape then." He stumbled
while his dark cheeks flushed a color purple. He got up clumsily and fed a tape
into the VCR. He searched desperately for the remote control only to find it
back five minutes later in his seat. Belinda watched his chaotic behavior
amusingly while lighting herself another cigarette. This is going to be a piece
of cake, she though by herself and brushed her silky dark brown hair from her
shoulders. Finally, Fly got the tape running, he rushed back to his seat on the
bench next to Belinda and put his arm around her shoulder. "You don't mind do ya
doll-face?" Fly asked and grinned like an idiot. Belinda didn't answer him but
merely gave him a faked approving smile, then she turned her head back to gaze
at the TV. Angelica too fixed her eyes on the small TV set in the middle of the
room, she was anxious but she also had a bad feeling about what she was going to
see. The videotape was of poor quality and the first few seconds was snowed down
by static. Then suddenly, she heard Michael's voice. He sounded strange, as if
he was gagged and she wasn't able to understand any of the words he uttered. But
it was him. She was absolutely sure about it. She could recognize his voice out
of thousands. Then, still in the mist of static, she heard a pitiful cry that
caused her skin to form Goosebumps. They are hurting him, she thought in total
shock. She clenched her hands around the fabric of her dress as she heard
Michael beg for mercy. It was followed by the sound of a clasping whip and by
another petrifying cry. Angelica had to force her self not to rush into that
room and rip the tape out of the recorder. She dreaded for what she was about to
see. The static started to clear, a part of a naked body became visible. She
heard another male voice, this time she recognized it as the loud and booming
voice of Jake.
"Stop whining you bitch!! Aren't enjoying this?! I thought that you liked this
when Fly showed me that perverse tape of yours!! Shut your fucking face!!"
The image was clear by now, Angelica could distinguish Jake's broad figure, he
stood there with his legs wide and sturdy as a rock, in his hand he held a
horsewhip that was dripping with blood. Jake grinned and wiped sweat from
browns, he was transpiring heavily. The pitiful cries stopped to be replaced by
a weak and sad whining that sounded barely human. The camera draw away from
Jake, it focussed downwards towards the ground and stopped as it reached the
victim's trembling naked body. Angelica had to press her hand against her mouth
to hold back an escaping cry.
Michael was lying on an old mattress with his arms and legs tied down and
spread-eagled. A dirty piece of cloth was tied in his mouth. His chest showed
dozens of lash wounds, some were still swollen welts, others were deep cuts
oozing with blood. Suddenly, the horsewhip lashed down on his tormented chest,
Michael twisted in his restrains, his horrible cries muffled, his face shiny
with tears.
"Told you to stop whining you piece of shit!! Stop whining or I will lash you
till all your stinking flesh is torn from your bones!! Shut the fuck up!!"
Another lash, it hit one of the red welts which erupted by the impact, creating
a fresh carved cut wound. Michael's screams intensified, the pain must be
unbearable.
"Told you to shut the fuck up you imbecile!! How slow can you be!? If you want
me to stop hurting you just shut the fuck up, comprende?"
A third blow made contact with his wretched bare skin, but this time Michael
finally seemed to grasp what Jake was aiming at and he pressed his lips tight
together to hold in his cries. As his body suffered five more blows, the only
sound that escaped from his mouth was a weak and sad whining. His chest was
turned into a bloody mess, his legs and arms spasmed at each impact and Angelica
could only imagine how horrible it was for him to suffer such torture. Tears
were running down her pale face. She wished that she could turn away from the
room and forget every horrifying image that she had seen, but her eyes were
fixated on the small TV screen. She had to know what happened to him, she must
know that he is still alive.
The camera refocused again, this time it followed Michael's wretched body down
his chest and belly till it reached his crotch. A big black vibrating dildo was
strapped against his penis with leather restrains, the tip of the faux cock was
pressed against his cock-head. The vibrations that were send down his genitals
had given him an erection. It looked strange and contradicting with the torture
that his body had to endure. The presence of his erect and throbbing lid
dripping wet with precum made poor Michael look even more pathetic and helpless;
he looked like a perverted madman who was enjoying their brute treatments.
However, this image was like honey to the bees for Belinda, her sadistic mind
was aroused and her delicate hands started to fumble with her short dress. Her
nipples became hard as she heard Michael's pitiful cries and each lash would
send sensual vibrations down her spine. Her left hand snaked down between her
legs, she started to rub her vagina trough her satin nickers that was already
drenched with her fluids. Her right hand joined in and slipped under the thin
cloth. She felt the warm moistness inside her as she pushed two fingers between
her venus lips and started to rub her clit gently while keeping her eyes
focussed on the screen. Fly observed her from the corners of his eyes, his
libido was almost driving him mad. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew that
Belinda would freak out and leave him with his hard one as he so much as toughed
her during her little trip to heaven, he would had stuck his tongue down her
throat and ripped the clothes from her divine body ages ago.
Easy, he thought by himself, keep your cool, let the girl have her fun for now.
Be a gent. She will keep her promise, she will give you the fuck of your life!
Just lay low for a while till she had enough. Stop looking at her! Think of
something that can suppress your libido; think of baseball, think of public
toilets, think of George Bush! Fly squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself not
to take notice of the gorgeous brunette next to him. It was utter agony.
The sound of the lashes finally stopped and it became silent. Angelica could
clearly hear the shallow and labored breathes that Michael took. Jake, who was
now outside view, said mockingly; "It's surprising how you white guys have ever
achieved to discover America. Man you're dumb!! In fact, it surprises me that
you white trash shit heads can even find your own behind!!" he raised his foot
and stepped on Michael's blooded chest, wiping the dirt of his shoes into his
freshly inflicted wounds. Michael reacted with a muffled cry, he lifted his head
towards his chest in an uncontrolled reflex, only to have it pushed back by
Jake. "You don't like it when I rub dirt on your wounds? Maybe my black man's
shoes are not posh enough for you white ass middle class snobs!! Is that what it
is? You fucking shit head!! ANSWER ME!!!!!"
Jake stepped on Michael's right cheek with his full body weight, pushing his
nose and mouth deep into the mattress and wrecking his jaw. Michael cried out
trough his cloth and the layers of thick nylon, begging for mercy. He couldn't
breathe and he felt as if his jawbone could snap in any minute. Finally, Jake
retreated his foot. With his gigantic hands he lifted Michael's head from the
pit in the mattress and held him close to his face. He hissed while he spoke. "
Now white boy, did you have something to say before I'm gonna fuck you like the
little sissy slut you are? Or do we have to continue with our little foreplay?"
Roughly, he removed the piece of cloth from his mouth, Michael choked and
coughed while he tried to swallow the tears. He opened his mouth and spoke, his
voice weak and trembling; "No...Please...Thank you...Thank you for teaching me a
lesson master ...Thank you for whipping me....I deserved it...I had it
coming...I am nothing...I am an animal, a dog, a slave......I am a crawling worm
not even worth to pee on....please...."
Jake tensed face lightened up after hearing this, his big black lips stretched
wide into a sadistic smile. "You're not that dumb as I thought you were white
boy! It's good that you know your place and have dropped that white prick
heroism of yours. So you're ready to be fucked by the superior race? You're
begging for it aren't ya, to be taken by me like a good willing white slut?"
The camera was still focussed upon Michael, it zoomed in on his pale and
desperate face. "Please fuck me.." And his eyes rimmed with tears of humiliation
as he spoke out these words. "Please fuck me, I will be a good whore....Please
fuck me master...fuck me..."
Jake laughed out loud. "That's the right attitude we're looking for! You're my
bitch now little sissy boy and I'm gonna use you till you're sore and broken, DO
YOU HEAR ME?! I'm gonna fuck you till my sperm is dripping out of every orifice
of your useless body!! "
Belinda was working herself to a climax, her dripping wet pussy soaked her hands
and she moaned loudly with each sight at Michael's torture and humiliation. As
she almost came, the rubbing on her clit intensified and her moans became
shorter and louder. Pink blushes appeared on her ivory cheeks, her velvet lips
were parted while her delicate mouth was forming an dark O. Fly had to clench
his hands to the bench to control himself. Oh how he wanted to take her on the
bench right now!!!
Suddenly, the image vanished and the VCR shut down, leaving behind an black and
white screen with the sound of static snow roaring through the speakers.
Belinda was harshly ripped out of her climax and gazed unbelievingly at the
empty screen. "What the hell is going on? Where is the rest of the tape?"
Fly rushed over to the VCR and tried the reject button, it didn't work. He tried
resetting the machine, still the VCR refused to spit out the tape.
"I asked you something Fly! Why is the VCR not working?" Belinda was flushed
with anger, her orgasm was ebbing away with every second that she was not able
to watch that tape and had to stare at Fly's ugly muck. And she was so close to
coming! Why did that dumb VCR had to break down at this very moment?
"God damn it!! Can't you do anything right Fly! I was just getting into the
mood! If you can't fix that VCR within two minutes from now I am leaving!"
Fly started to sweat, he pushed all the buttons that where on the display,
hoping that he got lucky and get the tape up and running again. It was of course
of no use at all. Finally his frustration turned into anger and he smashed the
machine with his knuckles.
"Damn! Stupid tape, get out of there!! Jake's gonna fry me if he finds out! Get
the fuck out of there!"
He rammed his fists onto the VCR, suddenly the display reacted to one of the
blows, it flashed chaotically showing all six digital eighths for a few seconds,
then it finally extinguished, leaving only the small red standby light burning.
"That's it! I am out of here! Try to fix something with your brains next time
instead with your Neanderthal's craftsmanship will you?" She stood up, pulled
her dress far over her knees and marched towards the door.
"Baby! Please don't go! We can leave the tapes for what they are and make it a
special night on our own, right? We don't need those tapes! At least I don't
need them, honest!"
Belinda turned around when she got to the door and gave him a sarcastic smile.
"Oh yes sweety, you do need those tapes, trust me!"
She flung open the door and stepped angrily down the corridor, her high heeled
shoes clicking on the tiles. "Dickhead!" She muttered as she passed by Angelica,
she had seen her and had hidden herself just in time in the closet room next to
the nurse headquarter. Angelica held her breath as Belinda walked by and kept
herself as still as possible. The sound of her footsteps retreated in the
hallway as she finally dare to take a peek trough the chink. She had to find out
where they had hidden Michael. If that horrific videotape was real...and she
prayed that it wasn't...he would be in a terrible condition and needed help
immediately. She waited silently in the darkness, her heart jumping in her
throat while her hands were moist with transpiration. Finally, Fly came out of
the nurse headquarter, cursing aloud and holding only one of the two tapes he
bought in his hand. He must had left the other one in the VCR, maybe he was
getting some tools to fix it, she figured. He couldn't leave it in there if he
didn't want to get caught. Fly locked the room and walked down the corridor in
her opposite direction towards the elevators and disappeared around the corner.
Angelica ran towards the nurse headquarter. She had to be quick, Fly could
return any minute from now. She reached for her keys in her pockets and
nervously tried to single out the right one, almost dropping the whole bunch in
the process. Finally she found it, she unlocked the door and slipped into the
room while closing it behind her immediately. Safe for the moment. As she
crouched beside the VCR and took a look at it, she saw to her relief that the
tape was still there. It was also still stuck in VCR tough, as she pushed the
reject and reset buttons, no reply was given. Desperately, she tried to get the
tape out with her hands, trying to lift it out of its metal casket with her long
fingers, but her efforts were fruitless.
I need a screwdriver, she thought, I need tools, I need to get tools. She rushed
towards the door, but then she realized there might be not enough time to get
the proper equipment before Fly returned to collect the tape. She needed to act
now, maybe there was still something that she could try. Her VCR at home had
once swallowed a video she had rented. The electrician to whom she had brought
the VCR for repair had then taught her a little trick to get al least the tape
out and return it in time. She never tried it out before and it was probably
never going to work, but still...
Tensely, she followed the cable that ran from the VCR to the junction box. She
pulled the plug and waited a couple of seconds. Her blood was racing in her
veins and she could hear her own heartbeats echo in her ears. There goes for
nothing, she thought and plugged the VCR back in. The machine awoke as if it had
been hit by lightning and the display showed once again all six of the green
eighths. It grumbled and stuttered as the bolt of electric current raged through
it's dark bowels, and for a moment it looked like it was going to break down
again. Then its reject mechanism was struck and forced back into life. The
stubborn piece of electronics finally coughed out the videotape. Angelica was
pleasantly surprised, she grabbed the tape without any second thoughts and
rushed out of the office. In her anxiety, she almost forgot to lock the room. As
she fumbled with her keys, the sound of approaching footsteps coming from the
direct of the elevators stroke her hart with cold panic. With a fast clockwise
rotation she locked the door and marched down the hallway while trying to hide
the tape under her uniform. As she slipped it under her white polo-shirt, the
cold plastic caused shivers down her spine. She was just out of the hallway as
Fly turned the corner and walked tensely towards the nurse headquarter while
dragging a heavy toolbox in his right hand.
Angelica was doing her usual round in the high security ward at Tuesday night as she heard giggling and loud laughter in the nurse headquarter. Curiously, she walked towards the room to find out what was going on. She recognized the voices that were talking behind the closed door as that of Belinda and Fly. She had seen them together in the afternoon talking to each other during coffee break. Belinda had been leaning against the window-frame smoking her cigarette while Fly hung around her like an annoying insect. Angelica knew that Fly had an eye on Belinda, but she also knew that she was not interested in him at all. Every time when Fly tried to ask her out for a date or just walked over to her to have a nice chat, she will turn down his invitations, make fun of him or simply ignore him. Although Angelica thought that Fly had it coming with his bad attitude towards women and sexist's talk, she didn't approve Belinda's behavior. Belinda was a real prick-tease, she knew how good she looked and she enjoyed to seduce men with her voluptuous body, she would court and flirt with them till they were craving for her, only to leave them cold turkey with their hard ones as she left. Not that Angelica wanted to judge Belinda for her sexual preferences, she was a modern liberate minded girl and she knew that she should leave people in their own dignity, but still... Belinda had the tendency not only to tease the men she met in the bar down town, she also pulled sadistic tricks on with the patients. And she knew how she had treated Michael down in the basement during what Belinda mockingly called " hydrotherapy for wackos". Michael had told her everything about it during their short time together. Angelica could not comprehend why Belinda would suddenly be interested in Fly and why these two were having a secret rendezvous. She stood silently behind the closed door and listened carefully at what they said. She heard Fly making bad-tasted jokes on prostitutes and gays. Belinda responded with loud laugher; "Oh, Fly!! That's so funny!!" Although Angelica couldn't see their faces, she knew that Belinda was faking, she could hear it by the tone of her voice. Belinda was humoring him, and she never humored anyone without a selfish reason. Fly on the other hand, was now convinced that he was quite the charmer. "You thought that was good? Now then you should hear this one Baby! It's about a prostitute who goes to see a gynecologist..." Belinda interrupted him immediately, she had probably heard enough bad jokes for one night. "Oh sweety, can't we just stop talking for a while, I'm really longing to see those videos you told me about. Can we watch them now, please? Her voice sounded as sweet and smooth as honey. Fly hesitated. "But I thought we're gonna have a nice chat first and then fool around a little before we watched it! Don't you like hanging out with me Baby?" "Oh, yes but of course you silly! I wouldn't agree to go to the movies with you tomorrow if I didn't like you! And of course we're gonna make love. But you know.." her voice lowered and as she hissed like a serpent. "I would be so much better in bed if I could watch those video's of yours before we get started! That new guy Michael got me so hot last time, I could give you the night of your life..." Angelica was shocked as she heard Michael's name mentioned, she hadn't been allowed to see him since the last time that she left in a hurry. She had been thinking and worrying about him ever since and had regretted the harsh words she had spoken when they parted. Dane had told her that Michael tried to escape but was caught and delivered to Jake and Fly, who had been appointed by the doctor for his supervision. After learning this she immediately rushed down to Doctor Stanfield's office. She pleaded to the doctor to bring Michael under her care again, explaining to him in what kind of danger he was in the hands of these sadistic maniacs and telling him what Michael had told her; about how they had abused him and had threatened to kill him. But Stanfield brushed all these accusations aside and told her that she shouldn't be listening to the ramblings of a madman, that she was fooled by Michael who he pictured as a cunning but dirty minded women exploiter. That all the horrible crimes he accused Jake and Fly of were mere cobwebs of his own sick mind. "You should be able to draw the line between sanity and madness miss Angelica." The doctor said as he was looking at her tense face. "If you as a part of the medical staff are unable to do so, how can we count on you to take care of the patients?" She talked, she reasoned and begged, but it was no use. Doctor Stanfield stood by his decision. So she finally left the doctor's office and tried to find out where Jake and Fly had taken him. She followed Fly when he was bringing around supper or lunch, hoping that he would lead her to Michael, but she never found out where they kept him. They wouldn't take him to the showers and she had never seen him outside his hidden prison. As the weeks passed by she got desperate. The sudden mentioning of his name by Belinda was enough to catch her attention and make her heart beat faster. She forgot about how potentially dangerous it was to eavesdrop a conversation between these two and carefully pushed the door slightly open to peek through the chink. Belinda had Fly wrapped around her fingers and she watched him shiver of lust as she ran her perfectly polished nails down his shirt and drew little circles around his crotch. A tent was sticking out of his trousers. "Oh baby!! Of course we can watch the tapes first,...which do you want to see...the one I just made this afternoon or the first one I made?" Belinda looked him into his dark eyes and curled her ruby lips into a devilishly seductive smile as she whispered in his ears; "I want to see them ALL..." Fly was getting weak in his leg. "I better start up the tape then." He stumbled while his dark cheeks flushed a color purple. He got up clumsily and fed a tape into the VCR. He searched desperately for the remote control only to find it back five minutes later in his seat. Belinda watched his chaotic behavior amusingly while lighting herself another cigarette. This is going to be a piece of cake, she though by herself and brushed her silky dark brown hair from her shoulders. Finally, Fly got the tape running, he rushed back to his seat on the bench next to Belinda and put his arm around her shoulder. "You don't mind do ya doll-face?" Fly asked and grinned like an idiot. Belinda didn't answer him but merely gave him a faked approving smile, then she turned her head back to gaze at the TV. Angelica too fixed her eyes on the small TV set in the middle of the room, she was anxious but she also had a bad feeling about what she was going to see. The videotape was of poor quality and the first few seconds was snowed down by static. Then suddenly, she heard Michael's voice. He sounded strange, as if he was gagged and she wasn't able to understand any of the words he uttered. But it was him. She was absolutely sure about it. She could recognize his voice out of thousands. Then, still in the mist of static, she heard a pitiful cry that caused her skin to form Goosebumps. They are hurting him, she thought in total shock. She clenched her hands around the fabric of her dress as she heard Michael beg for mercy. It was followed by the sound of a clasping whip and by another petrifying cry. Angelica had to force her self not to rush into that room and rip the tape out of the recorder. She dreaded for what she was about to see. The static started to clear, a part of a naked body became visible. She heard another male voice, this time she recognized it as the loud and booming voice of Jake.
"Stop whining you bitch!! Aren't enjoying this?! I thought that you liked this when Fly showed me that perverse tape of yours!! Shut your fucking face!!" The image was clear by now, Angelica could distinguish Jake's broad figure, he stood there with his legs wide and sturdy as a rock, in his hand he held a horsewhip that was dripping with blood. Jake grinned and wiped sweat from browns, he was transpiring heavily. The pitiful cries stopped to be replaced by a weak and sad whining that sounded barely human. The camera draw away from Jake, it focussed downwards towards the ground and stopped as it reached the victim's trembling naked body. Angelica had to press her hand against her mouth to hold back an escaping cry. Michael was lying on an old mattress with his arms and legs tied down and spread-eagled. A dirty piece of cloth was tied in his mouth. His chest showed dozens of lash wounds, some were still swollen welts, others were deep cuts oozing with blood. Suddenly, the horsewhip lashed down on his tormented chest, Michael twisted in his restrains, his horrible cries muffled, his face shiny with tears. "Told you to stop whining you piece of shit!! Stop whining or I will lash you till all your stinking flesh is torn from your bones!! Shut the fuck up!!" Another lash, it hit one of the red welts which erupted by the impact, creating a fresh carved cut wound. Michael's screams intensified, the pain must be unbearable. "Told you to shut the fuck up you imbecile!! How slow can you be!? If you want me to stop hurting you just shut the fuck up, comprende?" A third blow made contact with his wretched bare skin, but this time Michael finally seemed to grasp what Jake was aiming at and he pressed his lips tight together to hold in his cries. As his body suffered five more blows, the only sound that escaped from his mouth was a weak and sad whining. His chest was turned into a bloody mess, his legs and arms spasmed at each impact and Angelica could only imagine how horrible it was for him to suffer such torture. Tears were running down her pale face. She wished that she could turn away from the room and forget every horrifying image that she had seen, but her eyes were fixated on the small TV screen. She had to know what happened to him, she must know that he is still alive. The camera refocused again, this time it followed Michael's wretched body down his chest and belly till it reached his crotch. A big black vibrating dildo was strapped against his penis with leather restrains, the tip of the faux cock was pressed against his cock-head. The vibrations that were send down his genitals had given him an erection. It looked strange and contradicting with the torture that his body had to endure. The presence of his erect and throbbing lid dripping wet with precum made poor Michael look even more pathetic and helpless; he looked like a perverted madman who was enjoying their brute treatments. However, this image was like honey to the bees for Belinda, her sadistic mind was aroused and her delicate hands started to fumble with her short dress. Her nipples became hard as she heard Michael's pitiful cries and each lash would send sensual vibrations down her spine. Her left hand snaked down between her legs, she started to rub her vagina trough her satin nickers that was already drenched with her fluids. Her right hand joined in and slipped under the thin cloth. She felt the warm moistness inside her as she pushed two fingers between her venus lips and started to rub her clit gently while keeping her eyes focussed on the screen. Fly observed her from the corners of his eyes, his libido was almost driving him mad. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew that Belinda would freak out and leave him with his hard one as he so much as toughed her during her little trip to heaven, he would had stuck his tongue down her throat and ripped the clothes from her divine body ages ago. Easy, he thought by himself, keep your cool, let the girl have her fun for now. Be a gent. She will keep her promise, she will give you the fuck of your life! Just lay low for a while till she had enough. Stop looking at her! Think of something that can suppress your libido; think of baseball, think of public toilets, think of George Bush! Fly squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself not to take notice of the gorgeous brunette next to him. It was utter agony. The sound of the lashes finally stopped and it became silent. Angelica could clearly hear the shallow and labored breathes that Michael took. Jake, who was now outside view, said mockingly; "It's surprising how you white guys have ever achieved to discover America. Man you're dumb!! In fact, it surprises me that you white trash shit heads can even find your own behind!!" he raised his foot and stepped on Michael's blooded chest, wiping the dirt of his shoes into his freshly inflicted wounds. Michael reacted with a muffled cry, he lifted his head towards his chest in an uncontrolled reflex, only to have it pushed back by Jake. "You don't like it when I rub dirt on your wounds? Maybe my black man's shoes are not posh enough for you white ass middle class snobs!! Is that what it is? You fucking shit head!! ANSWER ME!!!!!" Jake stepped on Michael's right cheek with his full body weight, pushing his nose and mouth deep into the mattress and wrecking his jaw. Michael cried out trough his cloth and the layers of thick nylon, begging for mercy. He couldn't breathe and he felt as if his jawbone could snap in any minute. Finally, Jake retreated his foot. With his gigantic hands he lifted Michael's head from the pit in the mattress and held him close to his face. He hissed while he spoke. " Now white boy, did you have something to say before I'm gonna fuck you like the little sissy slut you are? Or do we have to continue with our little foreplay?" Roughly, he removed the piece of cloth from his mouth, Michael choked and coughed while he tried to swallow the tears. He opened his mouth and spoke, his voice weak and trembling; "No...Please...Thank you...Thank you for teaching me a lesson master ...Thank you for whipping me....I deserved it...I had it coming...I am nothing...I am an animal, a dog, a slave......I am a crawling worm not even worth to pee on....please...." Jake tensed face lightened up after hearing this, his big black lips stretched wide into a sadistic smile. "You're not that dumb as I thought you were white boy! It's good that you know your place and have dropped that white prick heroism of yours. So you're ready to be fucked by the superior race? You're begging for it aren't ya, to be taken by me like a good willing white slut?" The camera was still focussed upon Michael, it zoomed in on his pale and desperate face. "Please fuck me.." And his eyes rimmed with tears of humiliation as he spoke out these words. "Please fuck me, I will be a good whore....Please fuck me master...fuck me..." Jake laughed out loud. "That's the right attitude we're looking for! You're my bitch now little sissy boy and I'm gonna use you till you're sore and broken, DO YOU HEAR ME?! I'm gonna fuck you till my sperm is dripping out of every orifice of your useless body!! " Belinda was working herself to a climax, her dripping wet pussy soaked her hands and she moaned loudly with each sight at Michael's torture and humiliation. As she almost came, the rubbing on her clit intensified and her moans became shorter and louder. Pink blushes appeared on her ivory cheeks, her velvet lips were parted while her delicate mouth was forming an dark O. Fly had to clench his hands to the bench to control himself. Oh how he wanted to take her on the bench right now!!! Suddenly, the image vanished and the VCR shut down, leaving behind an black and white screen with the sound of static snow roaring through the speakers. Belinda was harshly ripped out of her climax and gazed unbelievingly at the empty screen. "What the hell is going on? Where is the rest of the tape?" Fly rushed over to the VCR and tried the reject button, it didn't work. He tried resetting the machine, still the VCR refused to spit out the tape. "I asked you something Fly! Why is the VCR not working?" Belinda was flushed with anger, her orgasm was ebbing away with every second that she was not able to watch that tape and had to stare at Fly's ugly muck. And she was so close to coming! Why did that dumb VCR had to break down at this very moment? "God damn it!! Can't you do anything right Fly! I was just getting into the mood! If you can't fix that VCR within two minutes from now I am leaving!" Fly started to sweat, he pushed all the buttons that where on the display, hoping that he got lucky and get the tape up and running again. It was of course of no use at all. Finally his frustration turned into anger and he smashed the machine with his knuckles. "Damn! Stupid tape, get out of there!! Jake's gonna fry me if he finds out! Get the fuck out of there!" He rammed his fists onto the VCR, suddenly the display reacted to one of the blows, it flashed chaotically showing all six digital eighths for a few seconds, then it finally extinguished, leaving only the small red standby light burning. "That's it! I am out of here! Try to fix something with your brains next time instead with your Neanderthal's craftsmanship will you?" She stood up, pulled her dress far over her knees and marched towards the door. "Baby! Please don't go! We can leave the tapes for what they are and make it a special night on our own, right? We don't need those tapes! At least I don't need them, honest!" Belinda turned around when she got to the door and gave him a sarcastic smile. "Oh yes sweety, you do need those tapes, trust me!" She flung open the door and stepped angrily down the corridor, her high heeled shoes clicking on the tiles. "Dickhead!" She muttered as she passed by Angelica, she had seen her and had hidden herself just in time in the closet room next to the nurse headquarter. Angelica held her breath as Belinda walked by and kept herself as still as possible. The sound of her footsteps retreated in the hallway as she finally dare to take a peek trough the chink. She had to find out where they had hidden Michael. If that horrific videotape was real...and she prayed that it wasn't...he would be in a terrible condition and needed help immediately. She waited silently in the darkness, her heart jumping in her throat while her hands were moist with transpiration. Finally, Fly came out of the nurse headquarter, cursing aloud and holding only one of the two tapes he bought in his hand. He must had left the other one in the VCR, maybe he was getting some tools to fix it, she figured. He couldn't leave it in there if he didn't want to get caught. Fly locked the room and walked down the corridor in her opposite direction towards the elevators and disappeared around the corner.
Angelica ran towards the nurse headquarter. She had to be quick, Fly could return any minute from now. She reached for her keys in her pockets and nervously tried to single out the right one, almost dropping the whole bunch in the process. Finally she found it, she unlocked the door and slipped into the room while closing it behind her immediately. Safe for the moment. As she crouched beside the VCR and took a look at it, she saw to her relief that the tape was still there. It was also still stuck in VCR tough, as she pushed the reject and reset buttons, no reply was given. Desperately, she tried to get the tape out with her hands, trying to lift it out of its metal casket with her long fingers, but her efforts were fruitless. I need a screwdriver, she thought, I need tools, I need to get tools. She rushed towards the door, but then she realized there might be not enough time to get the proper equipment before Fly returned to collect the tape. She needed to act now, maybe there was still something that she could try. Her VCR at home had once swallowed a video she had rented. The electrician to whom she had brought the VCR for repair had then taught her a little trick to get al least the tape out and return it in time. She never tried it out before and it was probably never going to work, but still... Tensely, she followed the cable that ran from the VCR to the junction box. She pulled the plug and waited a couple of seconds. Her blood was racing in her veins and she could hear her own heartbeats echo in her ears. There goes for nothing, she thought and plugged the VCR back in. The machine awoke as if it had been hit by lightning and the display showed once again all six of the green eighths. It grumbled and stuttered as the bolt of electric current raged through it's dark bowels, and for a moment it looked like it was going to break down again. Then its reject mechanism was struck and forced back into life. The stubborn piece of electronics finally coughed out the videotape. Angelica was pleasantly surprised, she grabbed the tape without any second thoughts and rushed out of the office. In her anxiety, she almost forgot to lock the room. As she fumbled with her keys, the sound of approaching footsteps coming from the direct of the elevators stroke her hart with cold panic. With a fast clockwise rotation she locked the door and marched down the hallway while trying to hide the tape under her uniform. As she slipped it under her white polo-shirt, the cold plastic caused shivers down her spine. She was just out of the hallway as Fly turned the corner and walked tensely towards the nurse headquarter while dragging a heavy toolbox in his right hand.
