To Obey
by Fire-Bird
Chapter 65 "Mozart"
The lively strings of Mozart's 'Eine Kleine Nachtmusik' softly issued from
the gleaming silver speakers of the small entertainment center in Priest's
bedroom. The music did wonders for him, soothing his tensions as he forced
himself to meditate. But for reasons only known to Priest, he just couldn't
seem to concentrate at the moment.
A knock on the door harshly shook him from his reverie.
"Enter!" barked Priest.
The door opened. Priest placed his gaze to where Ivy's face normally
appeared but he was surprised to see Jenny's grinning features as she
rounded the door. She placed her finger to her mouth to let Priest know to
be quiet and she closed the door. She walked over and sat across from the
robed man on his bed.
"Well? Did you come for something in particular?" asked Priest.
Jenny nodded. Priest noticed Jenny's clothing. She was decked out in what
she called her lucky T-shirt. It was pink and clung to her upper body very
well. She wore a tight white mini-skirt with a matching white hair tie in
her pony tail.
Priest raise a questioning eyebrow. "Have you done something wrong?"
Jenny shook her head. "Not yet."
Priest nodded. He closed his eyes and tried to resume his meditation but
he knew full well that it was going to be a hopeless attempt tonight.
"Priest, I need your help." asked Jenny.
Priest barely heard her speak. This must be very important indeed. He took
in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He relaxed even further and then
helped his legs out of the lotus position favoured by most Yoga artists.
"Jenny. I'm tired. I've been whipping the ass's of the two new students most
of the day. Just say what's on your mind will you."
Jenny watched as Priest stood up and moved over to the stereo system. He
turned down the music and then came over to sit beside Jenny. Jenny noticed
he put himself between her and the door. Too late now she thought.
Jenny explained to Priest what she wanted. When Priest finished laughing
he agreed to her request.
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Doctor Every watched as the porter gripped the girl's tits tightly. The
slave was not about to move but Doctor Every had never gotten to where he
was today by taking risks.
The girl was one of the squatters who stayed in the Castle before it was
completed. Her name was Gail. No one knew her last name, especially Gail.
The Doctor took hold of Gail's chin.
"There there child. No harm will come to you as long as you do what we say."
Gail seemed to accept this and nodded. The Doctor took out a small plastic
tube. He unscrewed the top and then flipped the lid over. On the other side
of the lid was a long four inch needle.
"Now I just need a small blood sample child." he said screwing the lid back
on.
Gail watched the needle as if her life depended on it. The Doctor raised
his hand and the porter gripped Gail's breasts even tighter. The needle was
first pushed into Gail's left tit. The needle sank all the way in to the
hilt. Gail's hand came up ready to stop the doctor pushing any further but
he pulled the needle out before it was necessary.
He then push the needle into Gail's other breast. A small trickle of blood
leaked out. Gail was moaning quite loudly at this point. The Doctor slowly
pulled the needle out and the ex-squater finally relaxed.
"Four more child, then we'll be finished." said the Doctor.
"What?!"
Doctor Every ignored her as he pushed the same needle in again.
"Aaahhh ... but it's the same needle!!" cried Gail.
"Yeah? So what?" replied the Doctor.
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John Thornton was now fully awake. As John had guessed a small flame to
his erect cock made that very possible.
"Welcome back JT. Who are you working for?" asked John.
JT didn't respond. Ivy brushed the flame across JT's cock once more. JT
winced but didn't say a thing. The ex-headmaster was currently being held
in mid-air by two chains around his wrists above his head. His legs were
pulled out to the sides nearly at 90 degrees to his body. Lengths of muscle
along his arms and legs stood out strong to support his weight.
"JT. I don't have a lot of patience with traitors. Who are you working for?"
Again JT didn't respond. He did however scream as Ivy held the flame to
the entrance of his ass for more than ten seconds. The smell of burnt flesh
and pubic hair slowly filled the room.
"Let me guess. FBI? CIA? Interpol? Secret Intelligence?"
JT still didn't respond. John shook his head.
"Ivy. Turn on the light in the corner."
As the light illuminated the corner of the room JT saw his son in pretty
much the same position as he was. Totally naked but the difference was his
son had duck tape over his mouth and a large weight hanging from his drawn
down penis. It was already a very dark shade of purple and red.
"You bastards! Let him go!" cursed JT.
"No." replied John. "Ivy, the other light please."
JT gasped. His wife was strung up in the corner in exactly the same pose.
She too had duck tape and had some red welts around her upper thighs and
cunt.
"What are you going to do?!" demanded JT.
"Do? To you? Nothing JT. For the next few days we're going to work over
both your son and wife at the same time. A sort of two for one deal. I
know that your son was the one communicating with your department. What I
want to know is what the department was."
JT shook his head and smile. "You know nothing. You're filth!"
John broke into a smile. "I love a challenge. Ivy, get Priest."
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Clarice moaned as more and more milk was sucked out of her tits. She had
heard screaming before by the girl known as Gail. But without her eyes she
couldn't tell anything anymore. Gail was now sobbing quietly in the corner.
The machine hummed loudly as it continued to suck. Clarice felt tired and
wanted desperately to sleep. She tried to blink but this only served to
cause pain in her eyes. She lay her head down on the hay. The chain
connecting her neck collar to the wall clinked as she slowly dozed off to
sleep. She felt so very very tired. Finally she allowed the blackness to
covered her.
A few minutes later.
"Doctor Every!"
The Doctor same into the room. "Yes porter, what is it?"
"Looks like another one of your cows has died."
The Doctor leaned down and checked Clarice's pulse. He frowned and then
picked up the container of milk. It was a milky red colour.
"Damn! The pressure must be too high again and it sucked out most of her
blood as well. What a waste of milk. Oh well, never mind. Dispose of the
body and get me another squatter will you."
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Ivy stood beside Mrs Clare Thornton. Priest, although grudgingly, stood
beside JT's son Steve. John nodded to both teachers and turned to JT.
"Your choice. Talk or watch them suffer."
JT spat. "Don't you dare touch them!" but not with much feeling.
"Fair enough. I won't. Ivy, Priest. Let's start with a nice cat o' nine
tails to the belly and groin."
JT winced as Clare and Steve yelped into their gags. Small lines of blood
appeared along both their bellies. JT watched on helplessly. John smiled
as JT's large cock started to rise. He wondered if JT would be turned on
by all this. He was right.
"Okay guys. That isn't working. Get the needles." called out John.
JT watched on as Clare had needles inserted through her boobs and cunt
lips. Ivy made pull use of the dull pieces of metal. She's drag them along
Clare's tender skin and then twist them as they pushed through her flesh.
Tears streamed out of Steve's eyes as needles were inserted up and through
his swollen cock. John laughed on as Priest seemed to be having such a
hard time with a small penis, even though it was erect.
"Want any help Priest?" asked John.
"Nope." was the response.
"Come on JT. You can put their suffering to an end right now. Just talk."
JT looked over to his wife. Her eyes pleaded with him. JT shook his head.
John rolled his eyes. Then it dawned on him why JT was allowing the torture
to carry on. He called Ivy and Priest over and whispered quietly to them.
"Shit! I should have realized it. They aren't family. They are all agents."
Ivy looked stunned. Priest just shook his head.
"What do we do now?" asked Ivy.
John smiled. "We're going to keep these two as slaves. We'll have to work
on JT to get the info."
"Is the info really necessary?" asked Priest.
John shook his head. "No. Not really. I already know JT works for Interpol.
I just wanted to see if I could break one of their agents."
Priest nodded and rubbed his eyes. "John, it's late. Continue this tomorrow?"
"Yeah, you're right. Let's call it a night. Before you go though can you
give Steve and Clare something to amuse them through the night?"
"Sure. Night all." replied Priest.
John and Ivy didn't even look at JT as they left the room. Priest busied
himself with setting up some candles underneath the three prisoners's
groins. He lit the wicks and left without even looking back.
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