BDSM Library - Story: Stiffkey Blues, Chapter: Chapter 8 An Unfortunate Discovery

Chapter 8: An Unfortunate Discovery

“Freddie, can you come down to Prep Reception for a minute, There’s something I’d like you to look at.” Connie Mbazu’s voice seemed tense, Freddie thought.

As he stepped out of his office, Sarah bustling along behind him, Freddie was concerned. The Norfolk pick up had been hastily organised and whatever was concerning Connie almost certainly meant trouble.

Prep Reception, where the new arrivals first started to realise the nature of the organisation whose hands they had fallen into, was the usual scene of barely contained panic, terror and distress. As Freddie arrived the eyes of the latest group of captives swung toward him and Sarah.

Sarah knew from her own experiences what they were feeling now. ‘Another one! How many of these people are there? And none of them wear masks. Don’t they care that I’ll recognise them? What does that say about my fate?”

All five of the girls were there. There was the normal disarray. The tape that had silenced of all five had been changed for the heavy rubber ball gags that were used as standard for the first few days in the Centre and the girls were all either whimpering, groaning in discomfort or grunting angrily as they rolled around on the floor of the room.

Connie’s people had started stripping two of them. Madeleine and Celia were almost naked. The first step for new arrivals was always to cut their clothes from them. They’d had a long debate, Freddie remembered, when they changed the procedure from forcing the girls to strip. Some had thought that the new way stamped the authority of the Centre on the girls more quickly, others that the old way got the girls used to taking orders sooner. There had been a lot of argument about the change. It hadn’t made any difference, as it turned out, and this way was certainly quicker.

Madeleine and Celia were laying on the tattered remnants of their clothes, their dresses sliced through from hem to neck, bras and panties cut away as well. Madeleine, her knees and ankles still taped together as they had been for her journey to the centre, was trying to wriggle away from beside where Freddie was standing. Freddie looked down, almost compassionately, she really should save her effort, was his first thought. But then, as he saw the way her breasts jiggled with her struggling, perhaps she shouldn’t.

Connie was standing beside the helpless Penny who was laid on the floor still with much of the tape that Reg has used to bind her in place.

“Problem?” said Freddie.

“Possibly,” said Connie, pursing her lips. “It depends on what you think about this.” As she said it she took hold of Penny’s heavily lacquered hair and pulled. A wig came away in her hands, showing a shaved scalp beneath. She pulled open Penny’s blouse and sliced through the strip of cloth that joined the cups of her bra. As the bra fell open, two wads of padding fell away revealing a flat, male, chest beneath.

Freddie looked down at where the skirt of Penny’s shirt-waister had already been unbuttoned to the waist. “I suppose I don’t have to ask what you found under there,” he said, sounding depressed.

Connie gave a resigned look. “Rather more than you’d normally expect beneath the skirt of one of our guests,” she said.

“All right,” said Freddie. He thought for a moment. ‘Penny’ looked backwards and forwards between Freddie and Connie. He didn’t look any less distressed than the rest of the collection from Norfolk. Freddie came to a decision. “Just sort him out with the others and then we’ll all have a chat about what to do about the customer. I’ll get the team together.”

Freddie was fuming as he headed back towards his office. This was just the sort of thing that happened when you did things in a hurry. He was going to talk to Harry and Rick, and they weren’t going to enjoy it one bit.

But then ‘Penny” wasn’t enjoying things either. His clothes had been cut off just as the clothes had been cut from the women. Connie’s team weren’t any rougher on him than on the rest, but they weren’t any gentler either. Madeleine was sitting on the floor, where she had been left. As his wrists were locked in shackles behind his back, just like Madeleine and the others, the girls saw the truth about the person they’d known as ‘Penny’ and ‘Yasmin’.

Connie picked up the wig and perched it back on the head of the helpless ‘Penny’. As he looked up at her, she smiled down at him. “Don’t worry,” she said, “we’ll see you’re treated just like the rest of the girls.” She looked across at the two guards waiting. “Put them on the pegs for a while. I’ve got a meeting to go to.” She stalked off as the two guards stubbed out cigarettes and turned to their charges.

Krysta was the first to be taken out. Two guards gripped her arms and pulled her to her feet, half pulling half dragging her from the room. The look on her face showed the terror she felt. If she was upset by discovering Penny’s masculinity she wasn’t showing it. She had more important things to worry about.

“The Pegs” as Connie had called them were in the next room. ‘Penny’ felt himself wrestled through the door by the guards in spite of his struggles.

“Now be a good girl,” one of them said. Penny would have been annoyed by the sarcasm if they hadn’t used the same tone to Krysta.

Along the long wall of the room a series of curved metal rods jutted out from the wall at about waist level. Each one curved down in a hook-like shape until it turned up again to finish with a large phallic projection. At the far end, Penny could see that Krysta had been impaled with one of these pegs in her cunt before her ankles had been shackled to rings in the floor spreading her legs wide apart and preventing her from freeing herself from the penetration of the peg. A chain ran from her wrists to a ring high up on the wall, pulled tight so that her upper torso was tipped forward.

“Guess we’ll have to use the other hole for this one,” one of the guards laughed as they pulled Penny to his place alongside Krysta. While the first guard reset the angle of the peg by adjusting the rod at its mounting plate on the wall, the other shackled Penny’s ankles in the same way as Krysta. “Now I’d back on to this real easy,” the guard said as he gripped Penny by the shoulders and held him firmly. Penny felt the prod of the greased end of the phallus against his arse as the other guard swung the rod up slowly between his legs and pushed it home. Together with the way that his legs were spread he was unable to move and once the adjustment for the peg was screwed down tightly at the wall bracket he was fixed quite rigidly. Distracted by the sensation of the plug in his arse, Penny forgot about the last part of the guard’s plan until he suddenly felt his arms being pulled up behind him as a chain rattled over a ring behind him. As he was bent forward, he could see nothing but the floor in front of him and, by turning his head, the distressed face of a similarly captive Krysta, her mouth distended by her ball gag, spilling drool to the floor between her feet.

One by one the others followed Penny and Krysta into the room until all five were skewered on their pegs and left, whimpering and struggling to keep themselves steady in an attempt to minimise their discomfort. “Connie will be along to see to you later,” the first guard said.

None of the five captives thought that this was anything to look forward to.

All characters fictitious

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