[Note: this is part three of a very long story. It was never
written with the intent of making it public. It is very much an
anything goes piece of sex fiction. It will eventually cover many
taboo areas. Anyone that might feel uncomfortable with that should
not start reading it! But having been intended as a sort of novel,
it starts off fairly slow.
The story will speak for itself. I have decided to upload it
for only one reason only. I hope for some feed-back from any who do
read it.
Recently, someone on this bbs started a series of stories
called Cute** (num.01 and up.) He encouraged replies be uploaded as
files named cutec**. You may reach me similarly. While I do not
intend to incorporate anything into this story that would conflict
with the plot as it was originally concieved, there are enough open
areas for characters and situations suggested by the readers.
The chapters of this story will be named Sunder** (01 and up)
Comments and suggestions may be posted as Sund-c**.txt (where **
are the numbers 1 and up.)
I hope that somebody out there enjoys this.
.................................The Author. (anon-sk)
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CHAPTER THREE
Danielle
Danielle pulled off Maria's boots. Actually, she almost had to
peel them off -- they fit her that snugly. By the time Danielle had
succeeded in removing the first one, Maria had slipped off her
gloves, removed her cape, and was working on her corset. Maria's
bared foot was sweaty. But the only odour was that of the leather.
Danielle found that it turned her on. It was a strong, slender
foot, well pedicured, but rough-soled. Maria obviously spent a lot
of time working out barefoot on a rough floor.
By the time Danielle had removed the other, Maria had unlaced
her corset. She had slipped off her shoulder-holster first, and now
pulled the corset off over her head. Maria's breasts were indeed
small but firm, perfect little peaches, round and unsagging, with
long, thick brick-red nipples. Her belly was flat and hard, and she
had a deep, sexy navel. But it was such a slender middle, it lost
none of its femininity.
As Maria went to work on her skirt next, she looked into
Danielle's eyes. "What are you waiting for?" she snarled sexily.
"Strip naked, little bitch."
Danielle obeyed with a mix of fear and fascination. She
removed her dress, her eyes never leaving Maria's body. She put the
dress atop the pile created by Maria's discarded clothing. Maria,
meanwhile, took off her skirt and was naked. Knowing how intently
Danielle was studying her, she spread her legs to give her a look.
She had a tight ass and firm thighs. Her pussy was a long narrow
slit of fleshy pink. It looked very good against the background of
a hairless crotch.
"Now that we're both nice and bare, what games shall we play?"
Maria purred. There was something deliciously threatening in her
tone. She locked eyes with Danielle. "Any suggestions, my pet?"
Danielle shook her head hesitantly. "Then I'll just have to make it
up as I go. My feet are sweaty, Danielle. Why don't you be a good
girl and lick them clean while I figure out what to do with you."
She stretched out her legs and held her feet up before Danielle's
face.
Danielle ran her tongue over her lips and bent her face
towards them. Maria jabbed the toes of one right through her parted
lips. Danielle bit back a startled cry, and began to suck on it. It
was a task with which she had some familiarity. She ran her agile
tongue over and between the toes. They tasted salty, but not bad.
Maria was obviously a very clean woman. Danielle thought she could
learn to live with this job.
"Oh! You do that well, darling. You really have a very
talented tongue! You have no idea how good having your feet sucked
feels after a long day's work." Maria sighed with pleasure. "I'm
going to have to find a way to suitably reward you for this.
Something absolutely ghastly!"
The car swerved rather violently then, jostling them.
Danielle, startled by this, fell back and accidently bit down on
one of Maria's toes. That drew a yelp and a giggle. Maria pulled
her feet back, scampered up onto the car seat and switched on the
intercom. All the while she stole glances at Danielle and shook her
head in mock disappointment. "Gereti, I know you're in a hurry,
dear, but if you don't get us there in one piece, how are you going
to enjoy this bit of ass?"
"I'm sorry," Gereti's voice came back, "but the thought of the
two of you having all sorts of fun back there is making me wild!
You haven't started working her over yet have you?"
Maria laughed. "No, but I'm going to right now. The bitch bit
my foot!"
"Ooh," Gereti didn't sound impressed. "I'll bet that really
hurt."
"Actually, I liked it," Maria confessed. "But as mistress
Adelle says, it's the principle of the thing. One shouldn't bite
one's betters unless asked."
Gereti's pout could be heard in her tone. "You're just looking
for an excuse to hurt her without me."
"Maybe," Maria's smile then made Danielle shudder, "but I'll
leave the sound on so you can enjoy her screams too."
"You're all heart," Gereti sighed.
Maria laughed and adjusted the intercom controls. Then she got
back down on the floor and made some seductive moaning noises.
"Could you hear that love?"
"Perfectly, you bitch. That's torture, you know."
"Ain't that the truth! Now sit back, listen, and drive!"
Maria looked at Danielle. "Lie down on your stomach and put
your hands behind your back."
Danielle did as she was told, but not before giving Maria
frightened, lost puppy dog look that nearly made the sadistic young
woman cream. Maria licked her lips, and slid out a drawer hidden
under one of the seats. She took out a pair of gleaming steel
handcuffs. Giving Danielle no time to change her mind, she quickly
snapped them shut about the pretty wrists. She tightened them until
her charge cried out. Then, satisfied, she had Danielle turn back
over.
"Now, isn't that much more comfortable?" she mocked the poor
young woman. "Next, I want you to lift your legs straight up
perpendicular to your torso. That should be easy for you."
Danielle did as she was told. Maria pulled a pair of hooks
from the secret drawer and screwed each one into slots in the
limousine's roof. They ended up implanted about four feet apart.
Maria then drew from the drawer two short lengths of chain each of
which ended in a steel cuff. The cuffs were snapped around each of
Danielle's ankles.
"Spread your legs now, bitch," Maria ordered her charge. She
pulled on each chain in turn and slid a link from each over one of
the hooks. The result was that Danielle's legs were nicely splayed
open and her privates were sufficiently exposed for Maria's
purposes.
"Ooh, Gereti! You should see how nice she looks with her legs
bound apart! I can't wait to get to work on her!"
"Stop rubbing it in," came the irate reply, "and get going.
Let me hear her scream."
"As you wish, darling." Maria then looked deeply into
Danielle's eyes. "I hope you're ready to suffer a little. What I'll
do to you won't be anywhere as bad as what you might have to put up
with from the Mistress. And if you can't please her, she'd be
forced to, uh, terminate your employment." The wicked way she
smiled then made her meaning clear. "Now let's see what I've got
for you."
She slid the first drawer shut and popped open a second one.
"This one is for torture devises rather than restraints," she
commented casually. She rummaged about in it intently. Danielle had
to raise her head slightly to watch her through her bound legs.
Maria noticed her squirming and smiled. "Perhaps I was a little
premature! You still have way too much freedom of movement! Well,
I'll take care of that right now!"
Going back to first drawer, Maria withdrew a pair of leather
straps. The first was about an inch wide and a bit over a foot
long. The second was two inches wide, and about a yard long. Maria
crawled back over to Danielle. The first strap went across her
forehead. Danielle couldn't see how, but it was affixed somehow to
the floor. The second strap went across her torso, just above her
breasts. It too was secured somehow to the limo's floor. The straps
were tight enough to restrict her movement, but caused her no
discomfort. She could no longer lift or turn her head, or shift her
torso.
"There! That should teach you to mind your own business!"
Maria snickered playfully. She went back to gathering her torture
implements. "I was going to take it easy on you, but now I'm
beginning to think you need a real lesson in pain! We can't have
you behaving like that in the Mistress's presence, can we? I know
just how to teach you some proper slave manners. After all, I had
to undergo the exact same lessons myself only a few years ago."
She had taken a number of items out of the drawer and put them
in a little box. She shut the drawer and moved back over to
Danielle. She swung a leg over her victim-to-be's luscious torso.
She was straddling Danielle's breasts. Due to her inability to move
her head, Danielle had to strain to catch a glimpse of pussy. Maria
smiled wickedly. She picked up something out of the little box.
Keeping it hidden in the palm of her hand, she slid back a little
further, and bent her face over Danielle's. "Close your eyes and
stick out your tongue!"
Danielle hesitated. Maria lost the smile and slapped her
across the face with the palm of the empty hand, drawing a cry.
"Let's get something straight! This is not a game! When someone
gives you an order, you obey immediately. You do not get a vote!"
She slapped Danielle again. "Is that understood? Is it?"
"Yes, Mistress Maria," Danielle sobbed quietly.
Maria slapped her again. "No one told you that you could talk!
You are a stupid bitch! Do you understand?" She smacked Danielle.
Tears streamed down Danielle's cheeks. She tried to nod
silently, but her head was restrained! Maria slapped her again. She
wanted a reply, and Danielle wasn't sure how to give it!
Maria smacked her again, harder. "I can keep this up all day,
you know. Though eventually I may decide to use a whip rather than
my hand! I'm waiting, bitch! If you don't show me you understand,
I'm going to recommend you for immediate termination on the grounds
of terminal stupidity!"
"No, please!" Danielle sobbed.
"Shut the fuck up!" Maria growled, hitting her again. Through
her tears Danielle saw that her tormentor had lost all semblance of
playfulness. As Maria drew her hand back again, Danielle closed her
eyes and stuck out her tongue.
The blow didn't land. "Well, it took you long enough to figure
it out! You are slow. But at least you're not incurably dumb! Now
just stay that way for a second longer!"
Danielle did as she was told, trying not to sob out loud. Her
face hurt! Maria's slim fingers grasped her tongue. Danielle fought
an urge to withdraw it. It was just as well. Maria was using her
sharp, pointy nails to get a good grip. She knew something nasty
was coming, but she couldn't back out. She was really scared now.
This scene no longer felt like a harmless game.
Something snapped sharply closed on her tongue. Danielle
screeched. Dozens of short little teeth bit into her tender organ.
They lined the insides of some sort of metal clamp. She heard Maria
say, "You can open your eyes now." There was a giggle back in her
voice.
Danielle did so to find Maria holding a small mirror above her
face. "You look so sexy like this, I thought you'd want to see it,"
the sexy sadist said.
Danielle looked into the mirror and saw that her the clamp
holding her tongue was long and slender, and had closed across her
tongue just in front of her teeth. In addition to it's length,
short metal rods extended from the top and bottom of the clamp to
prevent her from withdrawing the least bit of her tongue back into
her mouth. There was a spring on one end of the clamp. On the other
end, a screw waited to be threaded into the base of the clamp. That
would secure the other end and, Danielle realized, it could be used
to increase the pressure on her tongue.
Maria put the mirror away. "Doesn't it look darling? But I'm
afraid I'll have to tighten it to make sure it doesn't come off.
Forgive me, sweetie, but this will hurt!"
Danielle watched Maria's fingers move to the end of the clamp.
With one hand, the sadistic young brunette pressed the top and
bottom of the clamp together. With the other hand, she guided the
screw to the bottom hole and began to turn it. Danielle whimpered
as the tiny needles lining the inside of the clamp forced their way
into her tongue.
Finally, Maria had tightened the clamp to her satisfaction.
"Better get used to it, love. I think I'm going to let Mistress
Adelle give the order to remove it. If she feels like it. Now,
let's see what else I can do to prepare you."
Gereti's voice came over the intercom. "We're just getting
onto highway nine. It'll take almost twenty minutes just to get to
Hawkley road, and another ten to reach the mansion's private turn-
off. I don't think I can wait that long! I'm really feeling horny,
Maria!"
Maria smiled. "Sorry, love. What about I give you author-
ization to exceed the speed limit? The special plates, and all that
bribe money the Mistress pays has to be worth something!"
"Honey, came the reply, you know this road. It's dangerous to
drive it too fast!"
"So? I like to live dangerously! If you're as horny as you
say, you'll find the skill to manage. I figure you can cut the time
to Hawkley road by almost half."
"Maria, you are one sick bitch. Okay, I'll do it. I just hope
the Mistress doesn't find out about this. Or worst, that they don't
have to peel us out of a wreck at the bottom of one of these
drops," Gereti complained.
Maria looked down at Danielle. "Nice going, Gereti. I think
little Danielle is about ready to piss herself in fright."
Gereti laughed. "Wouldn't that be a sight? We've got to find
a way to get her to do that!"
"Concentrate on your steering!" Maria admonished their
chauffeur.
"It's hard to do with all those delicious cries coming from
back there!"
"Would you rather I shut the intercom off again?" Maria asked.
"Uh, no, that won't be necessary."
"I didn't think so."
Maria returned her attention to Danielle. "Now, where were we
love? Oh, yes. I was about to do something to those lovely breasts
of yours."
Maria swung herself around so that she was now straddling
Danielle's head, and facing her lower end. Danielle found herself
staring up at Maria's shaved slot. From it's musky odour, Danielle
could tell her tormentor was turned on. She wondered what Maria
would do to her next. Her breasts were so sensitive! Would she be
able to take what Maria might do to them?
She felt a something loop itself around her left tit. It was
a coarse, thin rope. After a second, she felt it tightening. The
rough noose was tightened until it was biting deep into her flesh.
Danielle gasped as Maria tugged harder still. Danielle couldn't see
it, but she was sure that the top part of her breast was turning
purple! It sure felt that way! It hurt! Her tit felt like it wanted
to burst.
Just when she thought she couldn't take the rope tightening
another notch, Maria stopped tugging the end of the rope and tied
it off. But that was no relief to Danielle. Her tormentor quickly
looped another length of cord about her right breast and repeated
the process. The second noose wasn't made any less tight!
"There," purred Maria when she was done. "Oh, Danielle! You
look so good that way! You should see how those parts of your
breasts above the rope are bulging. Your tits look like two
balloons!" There was a pause. "I wonder. If I stick them with a
pin, will they pop?"
Danielle's eyes went wide with fright! She wanted to beg Maria
not to do that, but even if she could have spoken, she realized
that her pleading would only encourage her torturer to go ahead.
She held her breath instead, and submissively awaited Maria's
decision.
"Nah," Maria said, to Danielle's relief. "I might as well wait
for Gereti to join us first. It wouldn't do to hog all the fun."
The intercom crackled. "And don't forget it!" came Gereti's
amused reply. "I'm making better time than I thought. The road's
not at all busy today! Our luck, eh?"
Maria was too busy concentrating on Danielle. She moved around
to kneel before her victim's pussy. She lovingly caressed the
inside of a soft, firm thigh. Her hand ran up to the calf, and she
stroked that as well. Suddenly, she was jabbing her nails into the
silky skin. Hands curled into claws, she raked down the length of
the leg. Danielle screeched shrilly. Raised red marks quickly
formed along the path Maria's talons had taken.
Maria ran her palm over the bottom of the lower thigh. She
gently kneaded a buttock, and started stroking upwards again. As
she reached mid-thigh, again she pressed her nails into Danielle's
flesh, wounding her anew. This time, she scratched all the way up
to the ankle. Here and there, along the way, her nails had broken
the skin, and specks of blood were seeping through to the surface.
Maria shifted her weight, and leaned forward, still kneeling.
She took Danielle's ankle between her hands, and raked her way down
the length of the entire leg, using all her nails, and pressing in
with all her strength. Danielle screamed shrilly this time, and
began sobbing uncontrollably.
"Holy shit!" Gereti sounded both shocked and amused. "What the
fuck are you doing to her? She sounds like she's dying!"
"Just sharpening my claws. Her leg makes an ideal scratching
post."
"Maria, you are one sick little pussy!" Gereti giggled. "Not
too long to Hawkley. As a matter of fact, I think I see the sign
for it up ahead. Another klick or so. Don't mark her up too much.
I've claws to sharpen too!"
"I'll save you her other leg," Maria promised, sitting back on
her heels and admiring the agony mirrored in her subject's face.
Maria stared intently down at Danielle. "The Mistress would
really get a kick out of the way you look! I wonder if I should
leave the breast bondage on too? Those scratches look nasty. We'll
have to treat them when we finally get to the mansion, or they
might get infected. Who knows what manner of nasty germs might be
lurking under my finger-nails."
Danielle felt the car slow and turn. Then it accelerated
again. "It won't be long now," Maria said, matter-of-factly.
"You'll like the mansion. If it doesn't kill you. Mistress Adelle
is ruthless but fair. One does have to work on keeping her
interested though. Any boring slaves are quickly disposed of. And
the Mistress knows only one way to dispose of her slaves. Mind you,
that is never boring!"
Maria leaned forward again and slowly crawled between
Danielle's splayed legs. Smiling wickedly, she lowered her body to
her slave's. She pressed her small, firm breasts into Danielle's
tortured ones. "Mmm. You feel so good, love." She wrapped her lips
around Danielle's protruding tongue tip, and sucked on it briefly.
Then she slid her body back until her chest was between Danielle's
thighs. She shifted slightly till she could press one of her
breasts directly into Danielle's slit. She rubbed up and down. Then
she used one of her hands to massage Danielle's clit with her erect
nipple.
Danielle felt the beginning of a response in her pussy in
spite of the pain she was in. Maria noticed. "You see, if you
behave, you will be rewarded with pleasure on occasion. That is in
addition to the pleasure you will learn to feel from being hurt. We
do enjoy just making love sometimes. I think, if you learn quickly,
I would like to take you as a lover sometime. You are a very sexy
woman, Danielle," she concluded with a purr.
Danielle moaned. It was the only reply she was capable of at
the moment. Maria went back to languidly rubbing her tit against
the rapidly dampening pussy. It was, Danielle decided, a welcome
change from the other activities they'd shared. She could get to
like this. The tit felt good against her cunt. It was soft and
yielding. She could almost forget the throbbing of her breasts and
tongue, or the fire along the length of her red-streaked leg.
Unfortunately, the moment didn't last long. The car slowed
down, made another turn, and then came to a stop. "We're here!"
Gereti sounded triumphant. "I'm awaiting gate clearance. As soon as
we're ID'ed, we'll find a place to park and let her have it. Boy,
am I horny for her!"
Maria sighed, and got off of Danielle. She went over to her
seat console. "I'll take care of clearance, and fix the log to
cover for our early arrival. I figure we can afford to take about
an hour with Danielle before we have to report in to the mansion.
Where do you want to take her?"
There was a pause. "How about the East Wood? It's nice and
private, and it's ideal for what I have in mind."
Danielle watched Maria consider the idea. "Sure, that's not
bad. We can have lots of fun with her there. Go for it Gereti. I've
transmitted the clearance codes. The gate should be opening."
"That's a go. East Wood here we come!"
The car lurched forward with a squeal of the tires. Maria went
over to Danielle and removed the leg cuffs. Danielle sighed as she
lowered her legs. She hadn't realized how much discomfort that
position had been causing her. Next, Maria removed the leather
straps holding her down. She waited patiently to see if Maria would
release her from any of her other restraints. But that hope was in
vain.
Maria helped her sit up. Moving behind Danielle, she briefly
rubbed her shoulders and back, helping to smooth out some of the
kinks. She continued to do this until the car came to a halt. The
motor died. Seconds later, the door opened. Gereti awaited them
outside.
Maria pushed Danielle out of the car into Gereti's arms. The
big-boned brunette grabbed Danielle's arms, and pulled her to her
feet. She held Danielle at arm length, and took the time to admire
her nudity. "I love what you did to her breasts, Maria. I'm not
sure I approve of what you did to her tongue though. It'll be hard
to make use of her mouth this way."
Maria shrugged. "I wanted to leave her like this till the
Mistress got home."
Gereti pouted. "Oh, Maria! I've been holding back a call of
nature all the way here because I wanted to save it for her!"
"Get naked," said Maria,"and I'll think about it."
Gereti nodded and removed her chauffeur's uniform, throwing it
into the car's back area. The only parts of her body Danielle
hadn't already been exposed to were her breasts and mid-section,
and neither were different from what she'd expected. She was fairly
well endowed. Her flesh looked invitingly lush.
Maria grabbed one of Danielle's arms. "Let's bring her over to
the picnic site."
Gereti grinned. "Yes, let's do that!" She grabbed Danielle's
other arm. Together they half dragged, half guided their sex toy
along a path that ran into a thick cluster of trees.
"The mansion is nicely private, Danielle," Maria explained.
"It's in the middle of a two hundred fifty acre property. We have
it fenced all around. There are three perimeters. There's a regular
wooden fence backed by barbed wire that runs along the outside of
the property. This is to declare that the land is privately owned,
and discourages most people from trespassing. Then there is another
fence that runs mostly among the trees. This one is about twelve
feet high and made of metal mesh. It can be electrified, though it
usually isn't. Lastly, there is the fence that runs around the
house itself. That one is under careful surveillance and is
carefully guarded. It is close to impossible for anyone to sneak
into or out of the house. The Mistress is also prepared to repel a
violent assault, but the chances of one ever happening is small. We
specialize in an offensive defense."
They were walking naked amidst the trees. The path under their
bare feet was of dirt, but it was strewn with stones, and dry
twigs. Every so often, Danielle stepped on something that hurt her
tender soles. The other two must have been used to that sort of
thing, because they didn't even seem to notice. The trees grew
thick enough so that they couldn't see the sky. The scent of pine
hung lightly in the air. The temperature was mild, but in the
shade, with a light breeze blowing, Danielle felt quasi-erotic
chills every so often. They gave her goose flesh.
She felt slightly dissociated from her body. It was like she
was watching from a short distance as the two lewd women escorted
her through the bush. Gereti was enthusiastically debating what
course their tortures should take. Maria mostly just agreed or
disagreed, only occasionally adding some refinement of her own.
Danielle didn't really pay attention. She was sure that whatever
they planned would hurt! But she reassured herself that no matter
what they decided to do to her, they couldn't harm her too much.
They had to deliver her to the mansion in one piece. She would just
concentrate on surviving the next hour or so.
The path took a turn to the left. It slowly became brighter as
the foliage overhead thinned out slightly. Soon she could see a
cozy clearing up ahead. Maria tugged lightly on her arm. "There we
are! The picnic spot! And guess what's on the menu, Danielle!"
Gereti laughed. There was something threatening in that sound.
Danielle began to shudder from more than the chill!
* * *
Adelle
Adelle Sunder sat alone in her office and let her mind drift
casually over the day's events. She was much more relaxed now after
having interviewed Danielle. She closed her eyes, and her perfect
memory recreated the young lovely for her in every intimate detail.
Her woman down at the Human Resources agency had really done a good
job for her this time. Danielle was as close to what Adelle had
been hoping for in a personal slave-secretary as it was possible to
come. Perhaps the death of Anne Marie had been for the best. She
had been a good worker, but had not been ideally suited for some of
her duties. Danielle showed more potential. She was both prettier
than Anne Marie had been, and had a more perfect body. She also
seemed much more intelligent than her predecessor. Adelle was
willing to bet that she could awaken a blood-lust in this girl. It
would be a pleasure, she thought, to break her in!
Her pleasant mood, however, could not last. There was too
much personal business pressing on her. The dreamy smile faded from
her rosy lips. As her thoughts returned to the raid, her slender
fingers clutched the arm-rests of her chair, and whitened as she
gripped them angrily. For all the benefits her father had left her,
she resented him for the one very large inconvenience he'd foisted
upon her. It was his "curse" on her, as Karen called it, a curse
she had to find a way to deal with once and for all!
She was the world's most perfect woman. Of that there was no
doubt. Her beloved half-sister was the world's second most perfect
woman. They were both incredibly beautiful. They were both blessed
with brilliant minds. Their slender frames hid great strength.
There were countless other gifts each had been granted. It was all
due to their father's unorthodox breeding program, and the unique
Sunder genes he'd had to work with.
But one part of Anthony Sylvian Sunder's breeding program had
failed. Adelle Sunder had another sibling -- one who hadn't turned
out as planned. And as much as she adored her half-sister, she
hated and despised her brother. The feeling was mutual. Stephen
Sunder was her sworn enemy.
In her mind's eye she pictured her brother sneering at her. "I
know you engineered this raid, you sorry bastard!" Adelle muttered
to the mental image. Only Stephen could have figured out how to get
past her defences. He too would have ordered her office spared. He
wanted it for his own. Somewhere in the hidden heart of the
smaller, but no less significant conglomerate maze left in his
control, he was laughing at her. She was sure of it! That thought
alone was putting her in a killing rage!
Her father had betrayed her in the end. He had set this final
test of her abilities. It was a test of wile and cunning, brains
over brawn. She and Stephen would fight over the final mastery of
the Sunder empire. But the contest had been stacked heavily in her
brother's favour. In the end, her father had never been comfortable
leaving his empire in a woman's hands.
She made herself let go the armrests and take a deep breath,
but it had little effect on her nerves. Even her control had
limits! She really needed to blow off some steam. She briefly tried
to recapture the erotic mood Danielle had inspired in her by
picturing that lovely kneeling before her, nude and willing to
serve. But her rage kept turning the fantasy into images of blood
and gore. This further fuelled her lust, which further fuelled her
rage. No, she needed something more to snap out of this lousy mood.
Perhaps only real blood would suffice.
She punched up the executive secretary from security on her
intercom. Sharon was taking care of details for her while she got
her new personal aide. "Cancel any other appointments I may have
for the day. If anybody wants me, I've taken a short vacation. I'll
be back next week."
"Yes, Mistress," came the reverent reply.
"And Sharon, check out which of my lady agents are in today
and free, and have the highest ranked fighter meet me in the
sparring chamber."
"Yes, Mistress. Will that be all?"
Adelle felt an irrational anger at the question. She almost
snapped back a biting reply, reconsidered, and smiled at a sudden
thought. "No. Have somebody relieve you and join us in the gym. You
can join my little work out. I have a sudden urge for your
company." She flipped off the speaker before Sharon could reply.
She was already tasting the blood.
Her private gym was on the next level down. Getting up from
behind her desk, she moved towards the rear of her office. There
were a number of paths leading from her desk to various parts of
the huge office. They were actually aisles formed by marble statues
and pillars, and the bushes planted between them, on either side.
This one led to a small clearing at the center of which was a small
fountain.
Adelle walked right up to it. The fountain was a parody of
many of those found in Rome. Instead of a the water spurting from
the mouth or member of some small boy or cherubim, it featured the
figure of one nude young girl squatting over another and pissing
into her mouth. The statuettes were of a fine pale marble,
exquisitely formed. Adelle reached over the rim of the fountain,
and pressed the clitoris of the pissing statue. A section of the
floor behind the fountain slid away to reveal a small stairway down
to the gym level.
Adelle started down the stairs. They descended in a gentle
spiral. The next floor was twenty feet down. The stairs were
covered with a thick soft carpeting. A moulded brass hand rail ran
along the inner wall of the stairway. Soft fluorescent lights had
gone on overhead, and as she reached the half-way point of the
descent, a pressure sensitive plate caused the panel above her to
slide silently shut.
At the base of the stairs was a glass door. It slid open at
her approach, and she entered her private leisure area. It
consisted of the corridor that ran to the gym, off of which were
several rooms, including a private sauna, a complete washroom,
whirlpool included, a small bar, and a room reserved for those
occasions when she decided to sleep over at the office. She headed
for that first, taking off her clothes as she went.
First, she took off her shoes. Holding them in one hand by the
heels, she unsnapped her skirt, unzipped it, and let it fall down
the length of her perfect legs. She grabbed it with the toes of her
left foot, and lifted it till she could drape it over the shoes.
The blouse now hung down over a pair of skimpy white lace panties.
She began unbuttoning it.
She reached the door to her office apartment just as she undid
the last button on her blouse. She placed her hand against a palm-
print analyzer, and waited for the door to slide open, but she
didn't enter. She tossed in the skirt and shoes, pulled off her
blouse and threw that in as well. Just as quickly, she took off and
tossed in her bra and panties, and then shut the door again. Then,
gloriously nude, she headed for the gym.
As she passed the washroom, she glanced down at herself. She
was satisfied at what she saw. She was still smooth shaven all
over. Her pussy was as hairless as any of her slaves'. She liked it
that way. She found bare snatches highly erotic and suggestive. But
she especially liked to be able to look at a girl's slit and see
whether any of the inner pink folds peeked out. Hers hung out
generously! Has she been a man, she would have been hung like a
horse. She also had thick, deep pink nipples topping her firm
mammaries. She was a walking wet dream, and she knew it. But she
owed her sexual power to more than just her looks, and she knew
that too.
The door to the gym slid open at her touch. The lights were
already on. Adelle entered the large room, and waited for the door
to slide shut behind her. The gymnasium was large and well
equipped. It took up half the floor, without counting the adjoining
private rooms. It combined a weight training area, all manners of
acrobatic training equipment, and a large sparring area at it's
center. There was also a series of aerobic training machines, and
another area devoted to archery and target practice with thrown
weapons. Access to the gym could be gained only through her private
entrance, or through a heavily secured antechamber through which
her sparring partners could enter at her invitation. It would be
there that Sharon, and whatever agent that had been available,
would be waiting for her to let them into the room.
The gym here certainly wasn't as big or as well equipped as
the one she had at the mansion. There she also had a large indoor
pool, and an adjustable obstacle course, among other things. But
space was limited. It served her purpose as it was. It was a place
for her to come vent her fustrations, and release some of her
violent energies. She was careful to hold back when sparring her
agents. She needed them functional. But many of them still came out
of the sparring sessions requiring hospital treatment. Adelle had
had to post a new policy. The third time an agent required serious
medical treatment, she was to be sent to the mansion to be put down
at her convenience. This ensured that her opponents concentrated on
what they were doing when they stepped onto the mat with her. Most
of them even preferred that arrangement. It added an authentic air
of danger that was good practice for the real thing.
She walked over to the outer door, and turned on the view
screen. Her work-out partners were waiting for her outside,
stripped and ready for the session. Sharon looked nervous. The
other woman was one of Adelle's favourite agents. Caroline was
petite and pretty, and one of the most vicious martial artists and
assassins Adelle had on her payroll. This, she thought, would be an
interesting work-out. She keyed the door open, and said, "Come!"
The two women entered and bowed. "Good day, Mistress Adelle,"
they said in unison. Adelle was amused to hear the quaver in
Sharon's voice.
The door shut behind them. Adelle smiled. "Hello, ladies. I
hope you're ready for a real work-out. I've got a lot of energy to
work off. Let's get warmed up, shall we? Twenty laps around the
gym. Last one to finish gets twenty strokes of the cat between the
legs! Ready? Get set. Go!"
They took off on her signal. Twenty laps was a moderate
distance, so Caroline and Sharon started with a brisk but
controlled pace, a fast jog. Adelle, sprinted quickly ahead,
confident in her ability to maintain full speed indefinitely. For
the first little while, she ignored them, except to be careful not
to bump into them when passing them. She was aware of having
completed five circuits by the time Caroline had finished her
third. Sharon was a quarter of a circuit behind Caroline, and had
begun extending her pace to take advantage of her longer legs.
Adelle increased her pace yet again. Now she was running at
what would have been a record pace had it been timed in an official
competition. This wasn't surprising. During some of the agent
athletic testings she had been timed doing the hundred meter dash
in just under nine and a half seconds. More importantly, she could
keep up that pace for three times that distance, something no world
athlete would even dream of accomplishing. She ran her next ten
laps at close to top speed, working up a good sweat, then slowed
back down to a brisk jog, coming in behind the other two runners,
and matching their pace.
Sharon had managed to close the gap with Caroline. They were
both just starting their ninth lap. Adelle studied them as they
ran. Sharon was five foot six. She had a beach-baby figure. She had
frizzy light-honey-blond hair which came to just below her
shoulders. Her face was pretty in a slightly cold, angular way. She
was moderately endowed. Her best features were her long gorgeous
legs. She also had a nice, tight round ass. Adelle smiled. Sharon's
body begged to be raped. She had the kind of looks that would be
most enticing if she was resisting being taken by force.
Caroline was barely five foot one. She was a lively bundle of
vicious energy. She was lean and built just a little wide for her
frame, but she looked good that way. She wore her coppery brown
hair cut short. Her face was oval, pretty, but with a killer's eyes
and a sadist's smile. Her breasts were the size of small apples.
She was tight all over. She was wide-hipped, and had short,
compact, but powerful legs.
Adelle matched her pace for three more laps, then slowed to a
slow jog. By the time she'd finished her last lap, the other two
still had their last four laps to complete. Adelle moved off the
track area, and watched. All her employees were required to be in
top physical condition. Of course for her field operatives, this
was a matter of survival. They needed to be in shape to carry out
their assignments. For those that worked in her offices, it was a
matter of looking good. They were all obliged to please Adelle
sexually upon request. Adelle didn't mind a little padding on one
or two of her women. She enjoyed variety. But she didn't want any
truly obese women on her staff.
To this end, there were three complete fitness centres in the
building, one for the men, one for the women, and one mixed. All
were at the disposal of all her employees. Adelle expected them to
take advantage of this benefit. She even had several fitness and
diet experts on hand in each to advise her people on how to stay
healthy and fit. After having gone through that much trouble on
their behalf, anyone's failure to stay in reasonable shape was
grounds for their termination.
Sharon was just about out of steam. She had managed to keep up
with Caroline till the last lap. But at that point, it became
apparent that Caroline had been playing with her. While Sharon
began to slow down, Caroline put on one last burst of speed. She
finished a full half a lap ahead of her opponent. She continued one
more time around the track slowing gradually to a walk, while
Sharon gritted her teeth and finished the lap, then did the same.
"Nice run, girls," Adelle acknowledged. "Sharon, you held up
well, all things considered. Go spread yourself on the bar and I'll
give you your twenty lashes."
Sharon meekly did as she was told. She walked over to the
acrobatic training area and over to the bar. It was like the
stretching bars that dancers used. She raised one leg, and wrapped
it over top of the wooden rod. Then she leaned back and slid her
other leg as far off to the side as she could. This left her shaved
snatched fully spread and vulnerable.
Adelle walked over to a long low table in the south-east
corner of the room and returned with a wicked-looking cat of nine
tails. Each of it's nine tongues was two feet long, and made of
supple braided leather. It was a heavy instrument, and not at all
a toy. Adelle caressed the leather braids as she walked back to her
intended victim. There was a cruel smile of anticipation on her
pretty lips. Sharon watched her approach with a shudder.
The gorgeous blond mistress came to stand before her victim,
off a little to one side of the spread target. Transferring the
"cat" to her left hand, she reached out with her right to stroke
Sharon's (1*
(ex. Sharon had a daintily-lipped pussy. Her outer lips were set
wide apart so that her delicate inner folds were always in view.
Stretched as she was, even her labia were pulled a little apart,
and her pert love button stood out nicely amidst the coral-pink
petals. Adelle ran a finger from the base of the slit up over the
center of the inner lips, and up over the clitoris. She pressed
down hard on that bundle of nerves, and smiled at Sharon's long,
low, and frightened moan. She ran her finger down, dipping it into
Sharon's hole. Then she brought it to her mouth for a taste.
"Ah," Adelle sighed. "Very nice. I'd almost forgotten how
tasty you were, Sharon." It was somewhat of a lie. She could
remember anything she'd ever done and recall it in full detail if
she wished. "Now, do you think you can hold still for all twenty
lashes, or must you be tied in place? If you request restraint,
you'll have to take an extra four lashes. If you aren't restrained
and fail to hold still for the full number of blows, you will be
tied up and given an extra dozen on top of whatever you've left to
go. Which will it be?"
Sharon's face was had turned seductively pale. "I think I
should be secured, Mistress Adelle."
Adelle raised an eyebrow and smiled a taunting smile. "Fine,
if that's what you wish. Caroline, fetch some cord, and help me tie
her off against the bar."
The sadistic little agent hurried to do as she was told. She
came back with several lengths of one centimetre thick cord. She
handed half to Adelle and, together, they bound Sharon to the bar.
Her left ankle, which was draped over the bar, was tied off there.
The right ankle was tied to a metal bolt set in the base of the
wall. Another length of rope looped around her waist twice, and was
tied off to the bar. Next Sharon was made to lean to her right so
that her upper body was stretched out along the bar in line with
her raised leg. One loop of rope went around her upper chest, below
the armpits and above the breasts. Another tied her wrists to the
bar, leaving her arms stretched to their fullest extension.
"There! My you look lush and lovely, Sharon! Are you ready for
your whipping?"
"Yes, Mistress Adelle," the helpless beauty's reply was a
subdued whimper.
Without further delay, Adelle moved back a step, transferring
the "cat" to her right hand. She raised her hand high above her
head, and swung it down with considerable force. The tongues of the
"cat" struck Sharon right across the tender folds of her pussy. The
bound beauty, who'd closed her eyes as she'd seen Adelle prepare to
deliver the blow, screamed.
Adelle paused for only a moment to savour the effect of her
blow. Sharon's face had gone a pretty shade of red, and there was
the first hint of tears on her face. The cruel Mistress slowly
brought the "cat" back up to a ready position. She licked her lips,
and brought the torturous leather tool down again. The braided
leather cords struck the center of Sharon's crotch, and dragged
across it's length. The flesh around the pussy was already
streaking red from the impact of strayed tongues. Sharon's cry was
no less pain-filled this time. In fact, it was noticeably more
desperate.
"Only twenty two more, dear. Come, you can take them. Next
time, make sure you're in better shape. That's what the gyms in
this place are for. You have such lovely long legs. They must be
good for something!" Adelle admonished her slave. She moved a step
closer and ran her hand down the horizontally bound leg. "At least
you keep them properly shaved and smooth, or I'd have to punish you
for that as well!" Her hand stroked back up toward Sharon's torso,
moving down to the inside of the leg as it progressed. Her fingers
ended up running lightly over Sharon's crotch, inspecting it.
"Mistress Adelle, do you is there anything I can do for you?"
asked Caroline from where she stood watching the action.
Adelle licked her lips. "Eventually. But not right now. I
don't want anything to distract me while I enjoy Sharon here. She's
actually getting just a little bit wet, you know. I think she might
be enjoying this just a bit. It's too bad she couldn't have learned
to love it more." She began inserting her two fingers into Sharon's
tight tunnel. "Maybe I should have you more intensely trained,
Sharon dear. Perhaps I'll arrange to have you taken down to the
mansion for a while again. You weren't there very long the first
time. Who knows... if you do well there, I might transfer you to my
personal staff. You definitely have the looks!"
She pulled her fingers from Sharon's vagina, and raised the
whip. This time, she rained down ten blows with little pause
between each. She varied their target by just a bit, sometimes
landing them on the left half of the pelvis, sometimes on the
right, and mostly right across the pussy's center, though from
differing angles. Sharon screamed in reply to each blow, her face
turning a bright red colour, and the tears now running non-stop
down her face. Adelle kept the force of the blows moderate, but
still there were a few places between Sharon's thighs where drops
of blood were beginning to run.
She paused then. "You're half way through, Sharon. Only
another twelve to go. Don't think that these won't be any worse,
because they will!"
The next six blows also rained down quickly but with moderate
force. Adelle gave Sharon's pussy a break by angling them to expend
more of their force against the tender white flesh of Sharon's
inner thighs. But Adelle had no intention of being lenient with the
last half dozen blows. Slowing her pace again, she raised her arm
high and brought it down with significant force, landing the lashes
directly down the center of Sharon's pussy. Sharon's body spasmed
against the bar. It was an arousing sight, and made up for the
hoarseness of her cry.
"It's too bad I had to tie you up. I'd have had you spread
your pussy open with your fingers for these last few shots!" Adelle
blood-thirstily sighed. Then she smiled and turned to look at
Caroline. "But there might be a solution, don't you think,
Caroline?"
Only the petite agent's intense training to obey her
Mistress's whims kept her from showing her distaste in a way that
would have got her into trouble. "Do you wish for me to hold her
open, Mistress Adelle?" she asked with a steady, business-like
voice.
"That would be divine. Oh, and Caroline, don't worry. I won't
have you do it with your fingers. I don't want to waste the whip on
your hands when all it's force should go into mauling these lovely
genitals. Get a pair of long pincers, and kneel off to the side,
out of my way."
Caroline bowed, relieved, and excited now about her task. Like
all of Adelle's agents she was very sadistic, and always blood-
thirsty. She scampered off to the section of the gym that doubled
as a storage cabinet for torture instruments. She quickly found
what she'd been told to fetch, and hurried back to Adelle.
She knelt just off to the left of Sharon's vertically bound
leg, and reached up with the pincers. They were actually modified
vise-grips, with long, thin pincer-like jaws. One at the time,
Caroline brought each to it's target. She took the juicy outer
pussy lips in the toothy metal mouths, and squeezed slowly down on
the handles, savouring the closing of the jaws onto the delicate
flesh. The jaws were set to squeeze tightly so that, teamed with
the ridged metal of their mouths, they'd be able to retain a secure
hold of the slickest flesh. Sharon whimpered as the jaws finally
snapped shut and were held that way by the inner springs. Now all
Caroline had to do was concentrate on pulling Sharon's fleshy folds
apart to fully expose the inner pink to Adelle's sadistic
pleasures.
Caroline gleefully did just that. Kneeling with her arms
outstretched and in tension would be an uncomfortable position to
maintain for long, but to hold it for the five remaining blows
would be no problem. She peeled the outer folds back, pulling hard,
and stretching them till Sharon had a new source of pain to deal
with. This tension would make Adelle's blows all that much more
effective.
Adelle was well pleased with the way Caroline was doing the
job. She licked her lips again, hungrily. Her arm went up above her
head. Then the "cat" whistled down, and the leather tongues
crackled over the splayed pussy, digging into the soft flesh, and
tearing at it in places. There was considerably more of Adelle's
formidable strength behind this blow, although it was far from
being full force. Sharon's body convulsed, and her raw throat was
further tortured by another unsuppressible scream. She was sobbing
continuously, and piteously now. Her face was an arousing reddish-
purple hue.
"And four more!" Adelle declared, delightedly as she raised
her torture toy yet again. Again it cracked down hard. She was
raining the blows directly along the length of the cunt, to avoid
having the metal pincer-jaws interfere with her efforts. The
leather bruised the pussy a messy shade of purple. "Three more!"
Adelle informed her victim.
Adelle was extremely aroused. She was well on the way to an
orgasm. It would feel good to gain that release, she thought to
herself. It might be one way to purge herself of her frustrations.
Or at least it would be a good start. She had a feeling that she
would be engineering herself several such orgasms during this
"work-out" session.
She was well aware that Caroline too was extremely aroused. If
that little agent-slut thought that she'd be able to escape any
punishment of her own this day, she was sadly mistaken. She would
find an excuse to discipline her as well! But she would also reward
her with an orgasm. After all, Caroline was one of her better and
more obedient agents, and deserved extra-special consideration, if
only to induce similar performances from the other agents. A little
positive stroking could go a long way!
"Move a little further back and spread your knees, Caroline!"
Adelle ordered the little bitch.
"Yes, Mistress Adelle!" Caroline promptly replied. She
somewhat nervously did as she was told, unsure of what her
beautiful commander-in-chief had in mind.
Caroline was pleasantly surprised. Adelle moved lifted her
left foot and stepped over Caroline's thigh. She put her foot down
between Caroline's compact legs, and rubbed her slim heel against
her agent's definitely wet crotch. Caroline couldn't resist. She
let out a long low purr. Adelle turned to look down at her, smiling
wickedly. "I hope you're still purring when it's your turn," she
said, a cold sarcasm tinging her voice.
Adelle turned back to Sharon. Her next blow was no worst than
the one that had preceded it. As Sharon recovered from it, Adelle
counted down, "Two more!" With no more pause than that, she
delivered the next to last swing.
She paused then. "Only one more to go, Sharon dear, so I'll
let you catch your breath for a second," she told her victim. At
the same time she pushed her heel back hard into Caroline's pussy,
and rubbed it up and down. Caroline's clit and labia felt good
mashed against her foot, and she could tell that Caroline was close
to cuming. Without even looking down at her, she said, "Don't you
dare have an orgasm without permission, Caroline, or your
punishment will make Sharon's look like a walk in the park!" At the
same time, she took care to make the movements of her heel against
the pliant pussy slower and more erotic, pushing Caroline higher
and closer to the fatal peak. Adelle smiled at the desperate
frustration in Caroline's moans.
"Okay, Sharon, this is the final one. Hang on, because I
guarantee you that it will be the worst of the bunch!" Adelle
declared matter-of-factly. She raised her strong, slender arm up
over her head, and shifted her weight slightly more to her front
foot. She had to stop moving it against Caroline for a moment, but
was able to press back into that cunt harder. She savoured the
sight of her target, and carefully took aim. Then she swung down,
shouting, "Yes!", as she did.
This blow packed much more power than any of the others. Had
she been using a lighter whip, she might have used all her
strength. With the thick leather tongues of the "cat" she had to
hold back just a bit. She didn't want to do Sharon any permanent
damage. But the leather still cut into the soft tissues this time,
and blood began to flow. Sharon's eyes rolled back, and with one
final spasm, she passed out.
Adelle stepped back, moving out from between Caroline's legs.
She stared at Sharon's unconscious form for a second, enjoying the
sight. Then she looked over at Caroline. "Okay, remove the pincers.
Then I want you to carefully untie her. We'll carry her over to the
one of the weight benches, and let her recover. I was a little
harsh on her." She paused. "But damn! That felt good! I think
though that we'll be doing most of the rest of the work-out on our
own."
* * *
Jason
Jason stared at Princess wanting nothing better than to
indulge. The thought of that exquisite piece of girl-woman flesh
being at his and Karen's mercy had caused his penis to once again
swell to it's fullest extension and thickness. Karen's hand on his
pulsing dick wasn't helping matters. Her strong, delicate fingers
were lightly frictioning him, building his arousal. She was aware
of how his passion fuelled his cruelty, and she was summoning the
blood-lust in him. In turn, he knew, his cruel lust would feed
hers. It was a fair exchange. Karen at her sadistic apex was an
enormous turn-on to him. He had never really had an opportunity to
see Adelle in action -- though Karen had told him stories -- so he
considered Karen at her most vicious the sexiest female on earth.
"She's been hanging there for the last three days," Karen told
him. "I let her down every four hours so that she can lie on the
floor and regain her strength. After two hours of rest, she's
hauled back up. I haven't fed her solid food since she arrived.
She's been given minimum amounts of liquid nutrients. She's been
given an enema each of the days she's been here, so she's totally
empty inside. The nutrients keep her healthy, but are drugged to
increase her hunger. Right now she'd probably eat anything."
"Anything?" Jason smirked, cupping Karen's ass, and pushing
his fingers against her rectum meaningfully.
Karen smiled at him. "That is one of my plans for her.
Remember, whatever we do today, I mean to make this one last. I
want her suffering to go on a long time before I finally end it."
"You aren't planning on snuffing her today?" he asked,
slightly disappointed.
She giggled and kissed one of his nipples, then bit it gently.
"No. And I don't think I'll invite you for that. I think I want to
save her death for myself. But I might let you mutilate her a
little bit. Don't try pouting. I'd lose all respect for you. Now
why don't you go on and have a taste!"
Jason shrugged to hide his disappointment. He very much longed
to kill Princess himself. But, as with Adelle, there was no arguing
with one of Karen's decisions. He sighed. He would make the best of
the opportunity now before him and just enjoy himself. Perhaps
Karen would reconsider. Or perhaps not. That was beyond his
control. But Princess was here now, hanging helplessly before him,
exposed to any caress he might want to make. He would indeed have
a taste.
He walked right up to the dangling young victim, bent his
head, and put his mouth to her pussy. It was dry and clean, but as
he ran his tongue along it's length several times, the young girl
couldn't help but moan and give off just a bit of lubrication. He
flicked his tongue expertly over her young clitoris, then darted it
up her tight, hot hole.
"Well?" he heard Karen ask him.
He reluctantly withdrew from his task. "She's salty-sweet.
Very nice. Almost as nice as you. But not quite."
"Ooh! Flatterer! You know just what to say to a woman, don't
you?" Karen giggled. "Not that it would get you anywhere! But
you're right. She does have a nice taste. I've taken my fill of her
the last couple of days! I wonder what she'd taste like cooked?"
Jason arched an eyebrow. "If you ever decide to find out,
invite me over. I've never indulged in human flesh before. But she
makes my mouth water for it." Then he ran his tongue over his upper
lip and asked, "But have you? Eaten human flesh?"
Karen looked at him cooly. "I'm not going to say. I'll leave
it to your imagination. How well do you think you know me? I can
talk about carving off her breasts and having them sliced into fine
fillets, and sauteed in a light butter sauce. But you'll never know
if I've done it or if it's just a fantasy."
"I would somehow bet against you letting anything remain just
a fantasy," Jason returned. When Karen just shrugged, he let the
subject drop and went over to the wall where the whips were
displayed. "Just in case you are hungry for her, it might be wise
to start tenderizing her flesh. Not that she doesn't look tender
enough already," he joked.
"Yes," Karen half sighed and half hissed. "I'll give you the
choice of weapons. Be a dear, and grab one for each of us."
As always, Jason found himself fascinated by the odd variety
of tools Karen had on display. He found it hard to believe that all
these whips could be acquired in sex shops. He was positive that
some of them had to have been specially made to order. There was no
way that they could all be legal. One in particular always captured
his imagination. It consisted of a two foot wooden stick about an
inch thick. The grip consisted of leather bindings. The last foot
of it was tightly wrapped in barbed wire. A thin, foot-long steel
chain extended from that end, and from that dangled a spiked steel
ball the size of a large plum. There was no way on earth, that
something like that could be generally available!
Much as he was tempted to take it, he knew Karen would not
approve. She would want to start fairly slowly if she intended to
make Princess last for any significant length of time. He took,
instead, a pair of plain birch rods. They were three feet long, and
went from three-quarter inches thick at the handle to a quarter
inch thick at the tip. The grips of these too were wrapped in
leather. Karen, of course, always went first class! He walked back
to her with the wicked rods, and handed her one.
She locked eyes with him and smiled as she took it. With her
left hand she reached out to cup and stroke his balls once again,
lightly running her nails along the underside of his scrotum. He
felt a thrilling shiver run through him. At times like this, he
couldn't help but be aware of just how dangerous a woman she was.
Nevertheless, her deadly nature made her all the more attractive to
him. They were each other's type.
"These are a fair choice for the first course," Karen nodded.
"I wonder what Princess might think of them?" She moved closer to
the bound and dangling slave and held her rod up for the sobbing
girl to see. "What do you think, bitch? Do you like it? Will you
enjoy the way these babies will kiss your body?" She reached out,
and ran the tip of the rod over the helpless young lady's bod,
starting from the throat, and tracing down to and around one of her
breasts. The fear pooled in Princess's eyes was deep enough to
drown in. Karen continued to run the birch rod's tip down the body
till she was pressing it into the top of the girl's pussy, flicking
it over the clit.
Jason took his penis in his free hand and gave himself a
couple of slow firm strokes. He was hard as iron. He couldn't wait
to beat the lovely young thing. Watching those two lovely bodies so
close together was very stimulating. He couldn't help imagining
Karen making love with the girl. They would look so good together.
He wordlessly advanced to stand next to his raven-haired lover so
that he could watch her cold eyes as she teased their victim.
She noticed him there, and lowered the rod. "Ready?" At his
nod, she smiled her cruel smile. "We'll start off slow, alternating
blows. Okay? Any target counts, and spread them out over all of
her. I'll go first."
He nodded and watched as Karen circled around the dangling
form. Princess was hanging fairly still. Her hunger had left her
weak, and perhaps too dazed to really realize what was going to
happen to her. That would change very shortly. Karen took a two-
handed grip on her rod, holding it as one would a heavy sword. She
actually looked like a lovely barbarian amazon warrior. Suddenly,
she swung, and the rod lashed across Princess's right hip and
buttock. There was a sharp crack! Suddenly, Princess was no longer
still, but was thrashing about, her young, coltish legs straining
against the chains that held them apart. Fresh tears streamed down
her reddening face. The ball gag muffled the scream into a gurgled
moan.
Jason walked over to the squirming bitch. Karen's blow had
raised a lovely welt. It was angrily red, and was slowly shading
into blue. It showed up very well against Princess's pale skin. He
reached out and ran his fingers firmly along the bruise, feeling
the young beauty trying to jerk herself away from him. Then he took
a step back, took his own rod in both hands, and struck a heavy
blow across the young bitch's back.
Karen was still moving around their victim. She gave Princess
a few seconds to savour her most recent pain. Then she spun and
brought the rod against the girl's tender breasts in an upward
sweep. It cracked into their underside, lifting them up while
sinking into their firm softness. Even as she moved back, Jason
took his second swing, bringing his rod down along the length of an
outstretched thigh.
Karen paused. "Something's missing."
Jason stepped back. "Oh?"
"Yes. I think I want to hear her scream. Be a dear and remove
that ball gag from her mouth. I don't think we'll have to worry
about her annoying us with begging any more. I doubt she's in shape
to do anything but scream!"
Jason reached up behind the girl's head and undid the gag's
buckle. Then he moved around to her front and used one hand to
force her jaws apart, and the other to remove the ball from her
mouth. He threw the gag against a wall. Princess's sobs could be
heard clearly now. They made him hornier.
"There. That should be much better. Let's try it!" Karen said.
She waited for him to move away from the girl, then struck. Again
it was an upsweeping blow. This time she struck her victim right up
between the legs.
Princess's scream was unmuffled this time. It echoed off the
walls, filling the room. Jason found it filled him with energy. He
paused only long enough to enjoy the way the young lady convulsed
in her bondage. Then he launched his own blow, striking her across
the inside of her right thigh.
They continued the game a good while. After they'd each landed
about twenty blows alternating and taking their time, Karen picked
up the pace, striking immediately after him, and encouraging him to
strike right away. Princess had to take another ten blows from each
of them before Karen signalled a halt.
Princess had lost a good deal of her voice from all the
screaming she'd done. They'd concentrated their blows on her
breasts, thighs, and pussy, with a few across her back, belly, and
ass for variety. She was both welted and bruised. The rods were
fairly thick, and they'd been wielded heavy-handedly. The girl's
skin was slightly broken in a few places, and little rivulets of
blood seeped forth from these.
Jason had no time to admire their handiwork. Karen came over
to him and handed him her rod. "Put them away, lover. I think I'm
going to take Princess down and get her ready for her next
torture."
He did as he was told. He wiped the rods clean before putting
them back in their place. Karen, meanwhile, had opened the cuffs
that had been locked around the girl's slender ankles, letting her
feet swing down to the floor. Then she walked over to a small panel
near the entrance and used it to unwind the chains that held
Princess stretched upright.
The weak, sobbing girl collapsed to the floor in a heap. Karen
walked over to her and freed her wrists as well. Jason came to
stand over them as this was happening, and just watched. "Okay,"
said Karen when she was done, "give me a hand with her."
"Where do you want her now?" He grabbed one of the girl's
arms, and Karen grabbed the other. They easily hefted her up
between them.
"I want to keep taking it slow, but I want to be able to
concentrate on her most delicate parts. Let's put her on the
altar."
He helped Karen take the limp girl over to the altar, and the
put her down on it. Karen positioned her so that only the upper
half of her body was actually on the cold stone slab. One at the
time, she pulled Princess's arms down along the sides of stone
block, and cuffed them there. Then she pulled a strap across the
girl's lower belly and cinched it tight.
"She's going to have trouble breathing like that," Jason
observed. Karen said nothing.
Instead, she grabbed one of the girl's slender ankles, pulling
it back, and then up. She cuffed it to the end of the altar so that
the foot lay along the stone just behind and below Princess's ass,
pointing down. She cuffed the other ankle the same way. For the
final touch, she worked a length of cord up between each calf and
thigh till she could tie them off around the knee. She pulled each
leg back, and used these ropes to tie them off that way. This left
Princess's pussy and ass fully exposed, suspended in the air.
All done, Karen looked at him. "I'm going to play with her
upper parts first. Want to fuck her while I do that?"
He looked at the tender, helpless cunt, all welted and
bruised, and felt his need to penetrate it. It looked so tight.
"Thanks, I think I will," he said, stepping between the slender
legs. He had bend at the knees in order to align his cock with the
girl's hole. "No chance she's a virgin, eh?"
Karen laughed. "Do you think if she was that I'd have left her
deflowering to you? I've used both her holes. But it was mostly
exploratory. I didn't use anything as big as you are on her. So
enjoy."
His cock head touched the entrance to her vagina. He made sure
his tip was properly inserted, then grabbing a hold of the girl's
slender waist, he thrust forward hard. Princess had been quietly
sobbing up till then. His violent penetration of her box drew a
short scream and a desperate moan. She was tight but not completely
dry. He easily forced his entire length into her. He looked up and
smiled at the fresh tears that were running down her face.
Karen had fetched herself some toys to use on the girl. Now
she returned and stood next to the girl's head. Jason watched as he
continued his forceful fuck. Karen was holding a delicate pair of
stainless steel pliers in her right hand. With her left, she forced
the girl's jaws to open. Princess managed to whimper out, "No,
please!", the first real words he'd heard her say. But Karen
ignored that. Pushing the pliers into the girl's mouth, she took
hold of the tongue and drew it out.
Jason smiled. His orgasms in Karen's office had taken the edge
off his need to cum. He would be able to stay hard indefinitely
now. He moved one of his hands down to the young victim's crotch,
and took the nubby clit between his thumb and forefinger. He began
to squeeze it hard as he fucked her, twisting it too.
Meanwhile, Karen let go of Princess's jaw, and transferred the
pliers to her left hand. She was still squeezing hard on the tender
tip of the girl's long tongue, pulling it as far out of the mouth
as she could. With her right hand, she picked up a long, thin
needle. She held it up so that both Jason and their victim could
see it. "Are you watching," she asked her assistant. " I wouldn't
want you to miss the show!"
Jason nodded and squeezed harder on the girl's clitoris.
Princess was truly crying hard now. She was terrified, and in a lot
of pain. Her face was bright red, and the tears coursed down her
face like twin waterfalls. She was about to hurt a lot worse. Karen
lovingly brought the tip of the long needle down onto the tongue
just outside the girl's mouth. As Jason watched, his cock throbbing
harder and harder inside the tight, hot, velvety cunt, Karen slowly
began pushing the needle through the girl's tongue.
The needle was a good four inches long. Karen pushed it right
through the girl's organ till an equal length of needle protruded
from both the top and bottom of the tongue. It had been inserted
off the tongue's center, off to the right. Karen quickly took
another needle, and proceeded to stick it in at the same distance
back, but on the left side of the tongue. Princess was thrashing in
her bonds. If not for the grip of the pliers on her tongue, she'd
have been shaking her head from side to side in her agony. Blood
dripped down from the punctures. It fell onto and trickled down the
girl's cheeks. Jason thought it looked beautiful.
Karen picked up a third needle. This one was a little longer
than the first two. She ran this one through across the tongue from
left to right. The effect was that on top of it all, it would be
impossible for Princess to pull her tongue back into her mouth
without ripping it to shreds. Only then did Karen release the grip
of her pliers.
Jason pulled out of Princess's pussy, and used his free hand
to wipe off his cock. Karen noticed and raised an eyebrow.
"Finished already?"
Grinning, Jason shook his head. "No. I just decided I want to
start raping her ass before you've got her so out of her head with
pain that she can't appreciate it! By the way, I though you were
planning to feed her your shit. How's she going to eat it done up
like that?"
Karen shrugged. "She can have dinner later. I promise to feed
her before you leave, probably after we have our briefing. We do
have to get back to business eventually. This wasn't just a social
call, remember? We'll work her over for a bit, then let her recover
while we make our plans. Then we'll play a little more before I
kick you out."
She watched him put the head of his huge cock against the
girl's tight anal opening. Ignoring her, he began slowly forcing in
the first inch of his shaft. When he was sure he wouldn't slip out,
he grabbed hold of the girl's hips with both hands, and in one
thrust, forced himself into her. He gave a satisfied grunt as he
felt a slight tearing in the muscle that was tightly grasping his
rod. He looked down and admired his thickness going in and out of
the helpless girl. He smiled when he noticed the trickle of blood.
"You do that so well," Karen smirked, having enjoyed the show.
"Practice," he grunted, "makes perfect."
Karen laughed, and then turned to get on with the next part of
her torture. She picked up a bundle of thin, tender wooden
switches. First she placed a narrow blindfold over Princess's eyes.
"I don't want to risk blinding you quite yet, love," she cooed to
her victim. Then she began whipping the girl's face.
The switches were of young birch-wood. Mostly they just stung
terribly. Karen was hitting her hard. But here and there, one of
the tips was a little harder and cut into the girl's face. Karen
also made sure to concentrate on the exposed tongue. This caused
her victim untold agonies.
Jason was in a position to truly appreciate Karen's efforts.
Not only was he enjoying watching the whipping, but the pain was
making Princess's sphincter spasm against his cock. It felt
marvellous.
Karen beat Princess's face till it was red from more than just
her crying. The once pretty visage was now all scratched and
welted. Karen threw the bundle of switches aside. She looked over
at him and asked, "How are you coming along?"
"This has been a blast so far. But I've still got a way to go.
What are you going to do next?"
"I've done with her face for now. It's time to play with her
breasts a bit. You'll have to be finished by the time I'm done with
them though. I'll be coming for her privates after that."
Jason grunted. "If I'm not ready to finish by then, I'll save
it for you."
He was eager actually to see what she would do to the girl's
lovely breasts. He regretted that so far all he'd been able to
inflict on this tender morsel was this violent rape, fun though it
was. He took hold of her clitoris again and squeezed it between his
strong fingers. It had still turned into a good day.
Karen's plans for Princess's breasts opened with another
whipping. This time she used a bundle of switches made up of tender
rose stems, complete with thorns. Jason whistled his appreciation
when he saw it. That would have those glorious knockers awash in
blood in no time!
Karen raised the cruel instrument high and brought it down
hard across the girl's chest. The stems crackled against the firm
tit-flesh. The thorns dug in and scratched their way out, leaving
trails of blood along the lovely white skin. Princess's screams,
however, were no louder. The poor girl was almost too weak to care
any longer.
Jason wasn't the only one to notice. Karen lashed the breasts
a dozen times, then put the bundle away in disgust. "Shit! She's
just about passed out! It's no fun torturing dead meat!"
"Starving her three days must have drained her too much, eh?"
Jason sighed. He continued fucking the tight ass. At this point, it
felt too good for him to care whether Princess felt the pain of it
or not. "What are you going to do? Stop?"
Karen shrugged. "We should give her a chance to rest. Pull out
of her. I'm going to shoot her up with some of our special
boosters, and set up an intravenous. Between the drugs and the
nutrients, she should be feeling a lot better when we come back
from our planning. We'll leave her where she is to rest."
"Do you mind if I finish before I pull out?" he asked,
somewhat annoyed.
"Poor baby. What, are you afraid you'll end up with a case of
blue balls?" She came over and knelt next to him. "Here. If you
have to finish, do it in my mouth. Then you can help me by setting
up the IV. You should have some experience with those from your
jungle-fighting days, no?"
Jason sighed, but then he looked at Karen's lovely face, and
pulled his cock out off Princess's ass. It was fairly clean. The
girl had her colon repeatedly cleaned the last few days. But Karen
would have sucked it even if it had been covered with shit. He was
almost sure of that. He fucked deep into her throat, and it didn't
take long for him to shoot off. He pulled slowly out, giving her a
chance to clean him off with her tongue. Then he helped her up. She
kissed him briefly, then set off to get the needed drugs.
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This completes the work that was begun before I ever got the idea
to upload this story. From now on, I will consider all suggestions
for additions to the plot. You can tell me what you want to see,
what sort of characters you may want introduced, etc.
I can't promise to use any of it. I do have a central plot to carry
along, and while I can take detours, I have to stay on the central
path most of the time. But there is a lot of leeway.
Things that you can suggest:
---for now, suggestions along the following lines have the best
chance of being used.
1)suggest any favourite tortures you might like to have used.
2)create female characters to staff Adelle's mansion.
3)create female agents for Adelle's team of assassins.
4)suggest flashback adventures for the agents mentioned in #3.
5)suggest flashback adventures Jason may have had in his mercenary
days as head of the Chaos company.
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What I do not want is to be flooded with massive group senarios.
Those can be worked up to after a large group of characters have
been fleshed out and developed.
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To the writer of the Cute** series... if you're still reading this,
I would really appreciate hearing what you think of what's gone on
so far. Having read and enjoyed your work so far, I respect your
opinion.
To the person who uploaded sund-c03. (and whatever happened to 01
and 02, I wonder?), I shall, in future, try to live up to your
expectations. But my personal sense of style tells me to start off
slowly in terms of graphic descriptions, and build them as I go.
There is a limit to what I will describe, however. This is not for
reasons of self-censorship, or anything like that. While the story
is a fantasy, (and how much so becomes more readily apparent later
on.) it is real for the characters. I want to keep it as real as
possible, and not indulge in Marquis Desade like physiological
impossibilities. There might be room for that though in some of the
character's fantasies, however, so don't despair.
---do you have a favourite description of appearance for Marilee?
If so, let me know. I might use it.
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Anyway, before I sign off...
..............it might be a while before Sunder04 goes up. It might
be a long while. Or it might not. A lot will depend on how much
inspiration you guys give me, either with your comments, or your
own stories. So keep in touch, let me know what you think, and I'll
try to have some more for you soon.
.......................anon-sk..........17/03/91.
