[Note: this is part four of a very long story. 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
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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
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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 **
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.............................The Author. (anon-sk)
CHAPTER FOUR
Danielle
There could, Danielle thought, be little doubt as to what
would be on the menu, considering what the "picnic spot" looked
like. She had never considered that someone would turn a wooded
clearing into an outdoor dungeon. But that was what the East Wood
picnic site was.
The clearing was only about fifteen feet in diameter, and
mostly overhung with the branches of the huge trees surrounding it.
Thick shrubs and bushes all around the perimeter, except where the
path came in, ensured privacy. The ground had been carpeted with a
thick layer of smoothly rounded grey stones. This served to keep
the clearing clean and dry, as it was several inches higher than
the surrounding ground. There would be no sinking into mud after a
rainy day. The stones felt sort of nice under-foot, Danielle
decided. They were not at all jagged. They were a bit cold, but
that felt sort of sexy.
There was indeed a picnic table towards one end of the
clearing. It was large and solid, made of metal and concrete, and
boasted leather restraints on its surface. There were many sets of
metal cuffs along the base of its benches. Opposite the table was
an old-fashioned wooden stock. Danielle looked at it with a mixture
of fear and curiosity. It had holes for the head and hands. It had
another pair of holes for one's feet. The whole thing seemed like
it could be adjusted into different heights for different purposes.
Danielle wondered what it would be like to be placed in it.
There was a whipping post to either side of the stock. One was
just a plain wooden pole about a foot thick. There were leather
cuffs dangling from a rope which in turn passed over a pulley
arrangement at the top. The rope could be used to pull up whoever
was bound there so that they dangled. The other was actually a T-
shaped thing. The base was one foot by one foot by five feet high,
and there was another beam the same thickness and length placed
across the top. It looked very sinister.
Towards the clearing's center was a pit filled with coals.
This was where the camp-fire would be lit. Right next to the pit
was another pole. This one was of metal, and a yard-arm extended
out from it. The metal arm was a good seven feet above the pit. A
chain with a hook at the end dangled from it. The chain's length
was also adjustable. Danielle guessed that it could be used to hang
a pot over the fire-pit. Then she realized that it could be used to
dangle a person over the fire as well.
There was another metal pole standing upright at one edge of
the clearing. This one was six feet high, and only about an inch
thick. It was very pointy. She didn't want to think about what that
one was for.
She was still standing between Maria and Gereti. The two women
were watching her expressions as she took in the nature of the
"picnic" site. "Nice, isn't it?" Maria asked her with a chilly
smile. "I've had a lot of fun times here. I'm sure it'll one day be
a favourite spot for you as well."
"What shall we do to her first, then?" Gereti asked
impatiently.
Maria shrugged. "I've had a taste of her already. Why don't
you get to know her a little better first?"
The big, butchy chauffeur grinned. "Don't mind if I do!"
Maria let go of the arm she'd been holding, and walked over to
the picnic table. She sat on one of the benches, with her legs
spread out before her. Gereti let go of Danielle's other arm and
grabbed a handful of her hair instead. She pulled back on it,
forcing Danielle to tilt her head, and lowered her mouth to her
captive's. She wrapped her lips around the protruding tongue, and
sucked on it. Suddenly, with her free hand, she punched Danielle
hard in the stomach.
Danielle gasped in pain as her breath was forced out of her.
Her knees buckled and she would have gone down on them if not for
Gereti holding her up by her hair. Gereti ended her kiss, and took
a small step back. She showed Danielle her fist, and then punched
her again. Danielle's hands were still cuffed behind her back. She
had no way to defend herself from the assault. This blow landed
just above the pelvic bone, driving down into her. Pain shot
through her, and her head spun.
This time, when her legs buckled, Gereti let her fall.
Danielle looked up through her tears to see one of the chauffeur's
large feet come down at her. It rolled her onto her back. Then
suddenly, Gereti was stepping down on one of her breasts.
Danielle's breasts were already throbbing because of their bondage.
This one felt like it would explode! Then she felt the woman's
surprisingly agile toes close around one of her nipples and
squeeze. She'd never realized that toes could be so strong!
Gereti used her toes to jab into the breast, and to twist and
pull on the tender nipple. When she tired of that, she used her
toes to do the same thing to Danielle's tongue. She took the bit of
protruding organ between her toes, and jerked on it hard. Danielle
sobbed at the pain. Then Gereti let the tongue tip go, and began
wiping the sole of her foot against it. Danielle felt the tears
streaming down her cheeks. The sole was dirty, all full of earth
and dust from the forest path. As well, when Gereti stroked down,
her foot pushed Danielle's tongue against her lower teeth which cut
into it painfully.
Gereti finally stopped and pulled her foot away. Reaching
down, she grabbed Danielle's arm and turned her onto her side. Then
she straightened back up, and kicked Danielle hard in the belly.
Danielle doubled up in pain, her knees drawing in and her head
tucking down into a sort of fetal position. Her tormentor just
laughed. Through her tears, Danielle watched her walk away to an
edge of the clearing where she began looking around for something.
When she could breath properly again, Danielle straightened
herself out. God these women were vicious, she thought. She wished
now that she'd never gone to that interview. But there was no
longer any chance of escape. They had made it clear that the only
way one left A.S. Sunder was in a casket. She hurt like hell, but
she would have to take it somehow. In some ways, the violence
turned her on. Being forced to submit was sort of sexy. But this
abuse was more than she was ready to handle! Not for every day of
the rest of her life!
Then she remembered what Maria had said. It would get worse.
But then, if she proved herself, it would get better. She would
have a superior position. She'd only have to answer to Adelle.
She decided to use that as a focus. Whenever the pain, abuse,
or humiliation might become too much to bear, she'd remind herself
of what she had to gain. Somehow, she'd find a way to pull through.
Gereti was returning. She had picked up a long, slender,
gnarled piece of wood. Danielle saw the sadistic lust in her face,
and knew what was in store. Then, from where she was sitting, Maria
spoke up. "Drag her over here. You've had her to yourself long
enough. I want my share of her."
Danielle winced as Gereti once again grabbed a handful of her
hair, and helped her to her knees. Then the big woman half dragged
her over to the bench. There Maria was waiting for her with her
legs spread. Gereti pushed her face into Maria's pussy. The slender
agent must have been playing with herself while watching Gereti,
cause she was already very wet. With her tongue forced to stick out
like it was, she had no choice but to lick her. In a way, it was a
relief. Her tongue had dried out when she'd been forced to lick
Gereti's foot.
The branch came down on her behind without warning. Danielle
jerked with the sudden pain. She also bit her tongue. That hurt
worse than the blow had. She'd barely had time to recover from the
shock of the first strike when the second one caught her along the
upper back of her thighs. Her tears started anew. Gereti was a big,
strong woman, and she was really putting muscle into her blows.
Danielle had to take three more shots to her thighs, three to her
calves and four to the soles of her feet in very short order.
Finally, Gereti threw aside the branch, and pulled Danielle's
face away from Maria's pussy. "Enough foreplay. I want to fuck!"
Maria smiled, and raising one of her own slender feet, kicked
Danielle lightly in the face. "Sure. There are some strap-ons in
the picnic basket behind the stock. Get me one too. We can do a
double penetration."
Danielle felt her heart race as she watched Gereti move behind
the restraint device and bend down over something. "What sizes do
you want?"
Maria licked her lips. "Get a four-a for her ass, and a six-b
for her cunt. Let's stretch her a little."
Gereti returned with two strap on dildos. Danielle felt
herself start to panic just a bit. The two dildos were different.
One was made of plastic and was eight or nine inches long, and two
inches in diameter at its thickest, with a blunt end. As
frightening as it was, Danielle hoped that it was the one meant for
her ass. The other dildo was much worse. It was almost a foot long,
almost three inches in diameter, and made of metal. At least the
end was tapered and gently rounded for easy insertion.
Maria reached out and took the plastic strap-on. "You can have
her cunt, Gereti. I want to fuck her in the ass."
"You're the boss," the bigger woman grinned. They both began
buckling on their equipment.
Danielle found herself almost looking forward to this torture.
She'd had some experience with this sort of thing. She'd been
fucked up the ass a few times by her dance teacher, though that
woman hadn't used anything near as big as the dildo Maria was
strapping on. She had used big dildos in her cunt though. Danielle
felt confident that she could take this torture with a minimum of
discomfort. She would be stretched, but she would survive.
When they'd finished securely donning their tools of rape,
Gereti and Maria switched places. Gereti sat on the bench, placing
one foot on either side of it, and leaned back to lie along it's
length. She used one hand to hold the metal dildo pointing straight
up in the air. Danielle felt Maria take hold of her hair and force
her to her feet. Her soles burned from the welts Gereti had put
there. Roughly, she was guided over to the bench where she was made
to stand astraddle Gereti, her pussy directly above the cruel
instrument of penetration.
Then Maria was pushing down hard on her shoulders, and she
felt the head of the metal shaft begin to force its way into her
tight cunt. As soon as the first inch was in, Gereti let go the
dildo, and put both hands on Danielle's hips in order to pull her
down. Maria let go of Danielle's shoulders, leaned down, grabbed
the young lady's ankles, and pulled her feet out from under her.
Suddenly, Danielle found her entire weight on the dildo. It sank
into her, or rather she sank down on it, in one quick, smooth
action.
The metal shaft was a lot bigger around than anything she'd
ever taken in her cunt, and it hurt as it stretched her. As well,
the full foot plunged into her belly in a largely uncontrolled
motion. Danielle felt a pain surge through her, and a cramp form in
her middle. Maria and Gereti giggled as they watched her go pale.
"What's the matter hon? Am I too much man for you?" Gereti joked.
"Yes! But she loves it! Don't you, Danielle?" Maria teased her
cruelly. "Grab her and hold her down while I mount the bitch!" she
ordered.
Gereti wrapped her long, strong arms around Danielle's back,
and pulled her down against her. Holding her there with one arm,
she reached down with the other and, grabbing a buttock, pulled it
aside.
Maria said, "Thanks, darling," and moved the other aside
herself. Danielle felt the blunt, plastic head begin probing
between her ass cheeks, and went whiter still. Then the head was
against her hole, and Maria was pushing her way in. The woman
reached in with her thumbs and began pulling the sphincter open.
Danielle prayed that the ring of muscle wouldn't tear.
Then the plastic head was in and Maria was beginning to fuck
her. Gereti began to buck under her as well. She felt like she was
being split in two. Her cunt was wet, and still hurt a lot. Her ass
was dry, and the dildo was stretching her all to hell. She'd be
walking funny for a long time. She screeched at each thrust, but
her tormentors merely picked up the pace, fucking her madly with
their artificial phalluses.
She didn't actually pass out. But unable to deny the pain, her
brain retreated into some never-never-land. The next thing she
knew, Maria and Gereti were pulling out of her. She was seeing them
through a haze as they took off the dildos. Both instruments were
covered in blood. The one that had gone up her ass had more than
just blood on it.
Maria placed her dildo on the table top and grabbed her slave,
lowering her to the floor. Danielle closed her eyes, and then
opened them when she felt hands at her mouth, freeing her tongue.
The clamp was taken off, and she gratefully withdrew her
tongue into her mouth. Or at least she tried to. Her tongue and
mouth were severely dried and her tongue was swollen. Maria was
looking right at her as she tried to collect herself. The cruel
woman smiled, and suddenly, she was kneeling astride Danielle's
chest.
"Poor baby. You're mouth is all dry, isn't it? Well, Gereti
and I have just the thing to fix that." She grabbed a handful of
Danielle's hair and lifted the girl's face to her twat. "Keep your
mouth open and drink if you know what's good for you!"
A torrent of piss exploded from the shaved pussy and cascaded
all over Danielle's face. Some squirted into her eyes, making them
burn. The rest poured into her mouth. Danielle had to swallow the
first mouthful. But then she sealed her lips tightly, fighting the
urge to throw up.
The pissing stopped. Maria's hand cracked down sharply across
her face. "Open your fuckin mouth and drink, bitch, or I'll make
you really fucking sorry!" When Danielle didn't comply immediately,
Maria slapped her again, and then again.
Through a haze of pain, Danielle felt someone reach down
between her legs. Suddenly, her clitoris was being cruelly
squeezed. A long nail dug into it. When Danielle opened her mouth
to cry out, Maria resumed pissing. This time, she held the pretty
mouth open, and forced Danielle to swallow several mouthfuls of the
bitter yellow stream.
"After everything we've done for her," Gereti complained, but
with a grin, "this bitch still hasn't learned her place, has she?"
She gave a hard twisting tug on Danielle's clitoris as she watched
the last few drops of urine drip from Maria's pussy into Danielle's
mouth. "Hey, bitch! You'd better do a much better job when it's my
turn, or I'll rip your fuckin clit off!"
"Now now, Gereti," Maria gently chided her larger companion as
she wiped herself dry with her fingers, then wiped her fingers
along Danielle's lips, "you should know that threats don't always
work best. The young lady here's just had too many shocks for one
day! Besides, I won't bluff with her, and we're to deliver her to
the Mistress relatively intact, right? It'd be a shame to bust her
up before the Mistress gets a chance to personally tame her. And it
wouldn't do our health much good either."
Danielle let out a breath she'd didn't know she was holding on
hearing those words. Maria leaned over her, and looked her directly
in the eyes. "Would you like me to set your tits free? Well?"
Danielle nodded eagerly. Her poor breasts felt grossly bloated by
their bondage. "Then will you cooperate? Gereti wants to relieve
herself, and she'd very much like to do it in your mouth, but she
wants you to promise to do a better job of drinking hers than you
did drinking mine. If you promise to do it, I promise to release
your breasts. Is that a deal?"
Danielle weighed the alternatives carefully. Maria's piss had
been acrid and bitter. It had tasted terrible. Something told her
Gereti's would be worse. She had no guarantees that they'd keep the
promise. On the other hand, perhaps they would. As well, it
wouldn't hurt her to try to please them if she could. There wasn't
any real point in resisting them. The only way to convince them not
to abuse her was to goad them into killing her. That wasn't a
solution she liked. Feeling sick to the stomach, she nodded her
agreement.
"Good," said Maria. "As a gesture of good faith, I'm going to
untie one of your breasts. If you do well, I'll free the other. If
you blow it however, perhaps we'll just have to tell the Mistress
you were trying to escape and take our chances at making her angry.
Understand?"
Danielle nodded. "Yes, Mistress Maria," she managed to croak
out through her sore mouth.
Then the cruel woman's slender fingers were at the rope around
the base of her right breast, and picking away at the knot. She
must have been careful when she'd tied it because she had no
trouble at all undoing her earlier handiwork. There was a tingling
in her breast when it was freed, then Danielle felt the place where
the rope had been start to burn, and her breast start to throb as
full circulation was restored. It almost hurt more than when it had
been tied, and she wondered if Maria hadn't tricked her into
trading her toilet service for a more subtle form of torture.
"There we go," her cruel tormentor purred. Danielle watched
her get to her feet and step away. Maria moved over to Gereti, who
had also stood up, and reached between the butchy chauffeur's legs,
feeling her up. "Have fun with her dear. She's all yours."
"I can't wait," Gereti replied, and Danielle watched
helplessly as the big brunette knelt astraddle her head.
Gereti manoeuvred her knees apart getting her pussy as close
to Danielle's face as she could. She looked down at Danielle with
a truly mean look. "You are going to cooperate aren't you? I want
you to open your mouth and keep it open. You may only close it to
swallow, and you have to do that fast so you don't miss much. Don't
force me to have to keep your mouth held open, or I'll be very
upset. I want my hands free to spread my twat. I want to see my
piss go into you straight from the tap. Got it, bitch?"
Danielle nervously ran her tongue over her lips, and opened
her mouth. Gereti laughed at that. "Hey, your licking your lips
now! Just wait till you taste it!" She spread the outer lips of her
pussy wide and squatted down as close to Danielle as she could.
Then she released her bladder.
She'd been right, Danielle winced as the first squirt of piss
splashed down onto her tongue. Gereti's piss was worse! It was a
lightly brownish gold in color, and had a very musky stench. It
made her whole mouth burn, and scalded her gullet as she dutifully
swallowed it. Her stomach began heaving, and she had to fight to
keep herself from vomiting while still drinking what was coming in!
Gereti had said she'd been holding this load for a while, and
it showed. The piss just kept pouring and pouring. Some of it
overflowed her mouth and ran down the sides of her face. Some
splashed into her nose as she fought to breath, and seared her
nostrils. Eventually she could take it no more. As the last drops
came forth from her tormentor's urethra, Danielle turned her head
and puked.
She heaved and heaved, and the mostly liquid contents of her
stomach splashed onto the clearing's stone floor. Gereti quickly
moved aside to keep any from splashing onto her thighs. Danielle
heard Maria laugh. Then Gereti was chuckling too. She hoped that
she ought to feel relieved that they weren't more upset with what
she'd done. On the other hand, women like them might laugh just
that way before dismembering someone.
"Fuckin beginners," Gereti was joking. "Can't keep their drink
down!"
"Did you do any better your first time?" Maria asked. "I think
we all puked our guts out one time or another. Maybe we just took
her too far too fast. I was going to have her lick the dildoes
clean. I guess that might not be a good idea for right now. Get the
hose and rinse her off. Make sure you get the floor clean as well."
Danielle was still feeling nauseous, so she didn't see where
the hose came from. But suddenly, very cold water was jetting onto
her body, hard enough to hurt! She screeched and flopped around on
the stone floor, trying to avoid the frigid spray, but Gereti must
have had a lot of practise with that hose. She kept the water right
on her.
Some of her abused muscles cramped in reaction, and once again
she curled up into a fetal position. Then the water stopped hitting
her directly as Gereti concentrated on cleaning off the stones of
the clearing floor.
Danielle opened her eyes when she heard the water stop. She
was shivering a lot, but neither of her captors did anything about
it. Maria was wiping the dildos clean, and Gereti was putting away
the hose. Danielle wanted to beg to be dried off, but she was
afraid that they'd use that as an excuse to start a new series of
abuses. She watched, with her teeth clenched to keep them from
chattering, as the two women completed their chores and returned
their attention to her.
Maria smiled. "Well, Gereti, did she satisfy you? Should I
free her other breast?"
Gereti took a moment to consider. "Oh, hell sure! She tried at
least. And making her throw up was kind of cool. It turned me on
knowing it was my piss that made her do that! I'd like to do her
that way again someday."
Maria had knelt at Danielle's side, and was undoing the rope
around the other breast. It took her longer with the cord soaked by
the water. She looked down at Danielle and smiled reassuringly.
"Don't worry about it, love. You'll grow used to it soon. You might
even get to like the taste with enough practise. Not everyone's is
as bad as Gereti's."
"Fuck you!" the other woman grinned.
Maria ignored her. As she finished with the knot and began
unwinding the cord, she continued her comments. "There are a lot of
things you're going to have to learn to tolerate. You'll be even
better off if you learn to enjoy them. Believe me, it really is an
acquired taste. But if you have any true submissive qualities in
you, you'll start to like it. If you don't have any of those
qualities," she continued, her tone suddenly hardening, "then you
won't last a week."
She removed the rope and tossed it aside. "Help me up with
her," she said to Gereti. They each grabbed Danielle under an arm,
and hauled her to her feet. She was still very wet, and the breeze
felt like an icicle scalpel on her skin. "Come on dear," Maria
purred. "It's time to go back to the car. Then we'll take you to
see your new home. You can get all nice and comfy when you're
there!"
They made their way back along the path. Danielle ached all
over. Her privates were stretched and sore, the soles of her feet
ached, and walking was hell. Her stomach was very upset, her face
and breasts hurt, and the scratches Maria had put on her leg
earlier burned. Even her eyes were sore from the piss that had
splashed into them. Danielle was sure that they were redder than a
northern sunset. If she could be this beat up after only a few
hours in the company of these women, she wasn't at all sure that
she would survive a day!
When they got to the car, Gereti let go of her to open the
door. Maria threw her right in. She hit the floor-mat hard, and
just lay there silently. Maria climbed in after her, and shut the
door. The car started up, and pulled back onto the road to the
mansion.
Maria was smiling down at her. "I've turned off the intercom
dear. I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed you this afternoon.
I hope that we get to do this again soon. You make a marvellous
slave! I almost hope you don't make it. I'd love to sit in on your
execution!" Then the wild and wicked woman bent down and tenderly
kissed her the terrified slave on the lips.
Danielle looked up at Maria confused by the sudden change.
Maria looked down at her and laughed.
* * *
Stephen
He liked to call it his Bat-Cave. At least he had until the
movie came out. By that time he'd switched allegiance to the Joker
(Nicholson being simply superb in the part), but it would have cost
too much to redecorate. No, not too much money. There was, as far
as he was concerned, no such thing as too much money. It would have
cost him time. Time was the one commodity that he found much too
precious to waste. So Stephen Sunder walked through the huge room,
with it's high irregular ceiling -- complete with fake stalagmites
-- and the rough-cut stone floors, and ignored the decor that had,
only short months before, given him great pleasure.
He cut a bizarre figure. He knew he did too, but he didn't
care. He liked it, and that was all that counted. His father would
have disapproved, but his father was long dead. Adelle would laugh
if she saw him. Adelle had always laughed at him. But one day she
would be dead too. He would take care of that. He could have had
her taken care of a long time before if not for that one nasty
complication! "Ah, Father, what I go through for being such a
faithful son," he muttered to himself, oblivious to the attention
of his subordinates.
One such subordinate followed just a few feet behind him,
watching him carefully, as always, careful not to laugh. It took a
lot of discipline not to laugh at Stephen. He was an easy man not
to take seriously. He was a full six and a half feet tall. But he
was ridiculously thin. His bones were long and delicate, and left
him looking fragile. His hair was as pale as his sister's, and he
wore it long around a sharply angular face. (he was most often
compared to an overly anaemic version of David Bowie... but not to
his face.)
He was dressed in his favourite costume. He had on a long
black cape over his bare torso, a tight pair of pvc pants, and
thick-soled leather boots complete with stainless-steel spurs. A
chain-link belt was looped around his waist. A spiked leather
collar adorned his neck. His long, slender hands were in black
gloves, the long sleeves of which also bore metal spikes. He might
have looked dangerous if he weren't so ludicrous.
His imperfections ran deeper. One leg was slightly shorter
than the other. He had compensated for this by means of the custom-
made boots. He never went barefoot when anyone was around. The
other imperfection was easier to conceal, but harder to ignore. He
had been born with one testicle. It was, however, easily larger
than two normal testicles, and floated loosely in his oversized
scrotum. Stephen Sunder was a clear warning against the dangers of
inbreeding.
"Lisa," he called out to the young woman following him at a
discrete distance, "has there been any progress in the North Wing?"
His voice was high and a little squeaky, sounding as if it had
never completely finished breaking.
"No, Sir Stephen. We continue to have a complete slate of
self-terminating pregnancies. We've been able to identify three
more dangerous recessives, and the engineers are working to figure
out if they can be altered. However..." she caught herself and
stopped, though perhaps not in time.
"However, without a sample of the defect-free Sunder genome,
that could take years of trial and error. That makes Richard and
Elaine's latest failure all that much harder to forgive. I had told
them that their timing would be off. They chose not to believe me.
If they weren't my best operatives, I'd have had them terminated
immediately!"
"Yes Sir. You're as merciful as you are wise!" Lisa thanked
all the practising she'd done. Few others could say that without
cracking a smile. But then she knew that despite Stephen's quirks
and limitations, he had indeed inherited the Sunder intellect. It
was a pity his mind was so unstable. A pity for Stephen. For her,
if she played things right, it was the doorway to influence.
"And we all know the boundlessness of my wisdom! If only we
could grow a fetus artificially, we could save so much time! We
could also be so much more space efficient. One mother could supply
enough ova for months and months of experiments. We wouldn't need
to keep all those women hooked up. Not that I mind. I enjoy having
them, especially when it's time to dispose of them. But really, we
could speed our research by a factor of a hundred!" He smacked one
fist into the other, like some comic book character.
Lisa bowed. "There is the alternate solution. Has any progress
been made in getting at your half-sister?"
Stephen spun about theatrically. "Karen would be a long detour
if she didn't turn out to be a dead end. She has many of the Sunder
genes, but she's not as pure as my sister. She might not have all
the proper dominants to counter my recessives. She would have to be
used to breed a line of other breeders. We would be going back to
my father's original procedure. But I don't have that kind of time,
do I? I don't have the luxury he had, and that he passed on to my
sister."
"Surely with artificial insemination procedures we could
cut..."
"Silence, woman! You begin to bore me! I have a plan! It will
be carried out! That is enough! Let us get on to other things!
There are subjects to dispose of in the North Wing, aren't there?"
"Yes sir. We have three women that have been rendered sterile
due to an allergic reaction to their fetus."
"Three? Excellent. They will serve to cheer me up, even if
they failed in their prime objective. Let's get to it!"
Stephen took off at a brisk, if uneven pace and Lisa scrambled
to keep up with him. She was used to his behaviour by now. In fact,
she had learned to enjoy it. If she was careful, he would let her
get away with murder. In fact, she literally did just that all the
time! She was a plucky blond woman of about twenty six. She was
five foot five, with a nice figure. Her curves were tight and
compact. She wore her hair short about her cute face. The large-
rimmed glasses gave her the air of a prim librarian. Her sensuous
mouth hinted at the slut she could be. She was, as usual, wearing
only a long white lab coat and a pair of loose rubber boots.
Stephen was insistent that all his assistants be properly attired
for lab work. But he liked to have her body instantly available as
well.
They arrived at the door to the North Wing. It slid silently
open before them, and they were suddenly awash in a white, sterile
light. Whereas the main sub-basement level was gloomy and cave-
like, this ward was a long, relatively narrow, well-lit room.
Everything was either a pale metallic silver, or white. On each
side of the room ran a series of small alcoves. In each, there was
a small cot surrounded by a host of machines. Strapped to each cot,
hooked to all sorts of monitors and support devices, was a naked
young woman.
They were Stephen's breeders. He preferred to think of them as
organic incubators. They were only things, from the moment he had
them abducted to the time he terminated their existence. This wing
held thirty six. There was another wing that held another thirty
six. The rest of the complex was devoted to other bio-engineering
projects. For that was what Stephen had inherited from his father
-- the A. S. Sunder Biological and Chemical Weapons Division, as
well as several front companies through which to secretly peddle
his wares. Of course, Stephen had wanted the whole A.S Sunder
empire. But there was only one way he would get it.
He was examining the women on the cots. Several were just
beginning to show the swelling in their abdomen that meant their
pregnancy was well along. The rest had not yet made it that far.
Till now, not a single breeder had been able to carry a child past
the five month period. He looked up at Lisa. "Which are the ones
that have gone sterile?"
Lisa smiled. "Cot numbers eleven, seventeen, and thirty five,
Sir."
Stephen walked over to cot eleven. It was occupied by a petite
red-head who looked at him in pure terror. "What's the subject's
name?"
"Kate, Sir."
"Hm," Stephen smiled. "Don't worry, Kate. Soon your nightmare
will be over. All your nightmares will be over." He continued on to
cot number seventeen. "And who is this?"
The occupant of cot seventeen was a very lovely, full-bodied
blond. "That's Judy, Sir Stephen. She was farthest along of the
three before she had her, um, accident."
"Very nice. This should be a very interesting afternoon. Let's
go see the last one shall we?" He picked up his pace, and Lisa
scrambled to keep up.
The last of the sterile women was a slender, delicate
brunette. Stephen looked at her somewhat disappointedly. "She looks
like she should have been thrown back after we caught her. She
hardly has any figure at all. What's her name?"
"She's Monica, Sir. She's lost a little weight since she's
been here. She's had nothing but trouble adjusting to the machines
and the drugs we've been trying. We only kept her because she had
a high-end term. She went over the four and a half month mark all
three times before this last one made her go bad. If you don't like
her, I wouldn't mind disposing of her for you," Lisa hinted
hopefully.
Stephen shook his head. "Oh, I wouldn't think of it. I
wouldn't deprive her of my company in her final moments. Besides,
I know just what I want to do with her. Minerva hasn't been fed in
so long. She's due a tasty morsel. Have someone send the other two
to the playroom. We'll attend to them later. I think you can manage
Monica here by yourself. Get her off the support systems, and into
a wheelchair. Bring along some drugs to get her fully alert.
Minerva will appreciate a moving target best."
Stephen moved off to inspect the charts of some of the other
women, nodding or shaking his head as he absorbed each breeder's
progress. Lisa efficiently removed the feeder tubes, and unhooked
all the monitoring gear from the petite brunette, sighing her
disappointment. She found Monica cute in a scrawny sort of way. She
would have enjoyed playing with her. Not that watching her be fed
to Stephen's overgrown boa snake wouldn't be fun in itself.
Monica was about five two, and couldn't have weighed more than
ninety eight pounds. She was very slender, small breasted, slender
hipped, but with nice girlish legs. She had small, delicate, long-
fingered hands, and narrow feet. Her face was also thin, but she
had big sweet eyes, and a small pretty mouth. Lisa thought Monica
could pass for thirteen or fourteen years old instead of her twenty
two or three years. Her wing of the center didn't get many young
girls, so she had to improvise when she felt the need for some
juvenile pussy.
She finished freeing up the docile slave. Monica was still on
the mild sedative that left the breeders mostly unaware of what was
going on around them. Lisa brought over a wheel chair and parked it
next to the cot. Then she swung the slender woman into it and
strapped her in. Finally, she went over to a small refrigeration
unit located between two of the alcoves, and took out a small vial
of medication. With that, she took a needle to inject it with.
"We're all set to go here, Sir Stephen."
Stephen had been admiring a lovely large-breasted blond
breeder. "This one doesn't seem to have much of a track record," he
concluded. "Let's say we give her one more chance. If she gets
nowhere, I want her in my playroom."
"I'll make a note of that, Sir," Lisa nodded. She waited for
her master to take the lead, and followed dutifully, wheeling their
victim before her.
They exited the North Wing, re-entering the large, cave-like
central area. Computer displays flashed intermittently in the far
background where white-coated technicians and researchers monitored
several hundred experiments in progress. It was a bizarre place to
work, Lisa reflected, with all the ramps to various levels, and the
constant fear of falling off of one and plunging up to sixty feet
to the rough stone floor below. But it did sort of grow on you, if
you had the right sort of mentality for it. Considering the morally
questionable work they did throughout the complex, the fantasy like
atmosphere of the work-place was helpful in getting Stephen's
employees in the right frame of mind. Of course, six figure pay-
checks didn't hurt either.
They reached one of Stephen's private elevators. The tall,
gangly master punched in a long series of numbers quickly and
unerringly, his spidery fingers dancing across the keypad with
lightning speed. It was the little things like that which reminded
his workers that he wasn't just the crazy lunatic he came across as
being. He was a brilliant crazy lunatic. Lisa had seen him read and
analyze three and four hundred page lab reports in under a half
hour. She'd also seen him kill the kitchen supervisor for running
out of his favourite breakfast cereal.
The door slid shut behind them, and Stephen keyed in the
access code for the lowest level. The descent was quick, and the
doors opened to a rush of steamy air. This was the snake pen. It
was kept at a tropical temperature. They walked onto the ramp that
lined the wall twenty feet above a pit half the size of a football
field. The room was lit as brightly as any stadium for a night
game. A number of ramps crisscrossed the room so that any section
of the floor could be observed from above. The floor of the pit had
been landscaped into the semblance of a marshy grass land, with one
large stone in the center. On that stone, basking in the soft glow
of an overhead sunlamp, was Minerva.
The sight of this exotic pet always brought a smile to its
master's face. Minerva was the result of a five year-long personal
project of breeding and minor gene alterations. She was of mixed
python and anaconda stock. She was almost thirty feet long, and
almost as thick around as large man's upper thigh. She was also
still relatively young. He had hopes of watching her double in size
in a few years time.
He led Lisa around the ramp to a large alcove where the
monitoring room was. "Oh, doesn't Minerva look simply wonderful
today? She's going to get this nice tasty snack. But not till we've
had some fun with it ourselves first. Give her the shot. It should
take a good twenty minutes for her head to fully clear. I want her
alert and able to run around. It's so much more fun to watch
Minerva have to chase her food."
Lisa prepared the needle, took one of Monica's slender arms,
and injected her with the drug. Stephen took the time to check the
room's temperature and lighting controls, and to make sure the flow
of water into and out of the snake's pool and trough was as it
should be. "Oh," he said, not looking at her, "Lisa, I'd like you
to take off your clothes. I might want to play with you a bit too."
She'd known that was coming. Making sure Monica was secured,
she unbuttoned her lab-coat and stepped out off her rubber boots.
She let the lab coat fall to the floor, and stood with her legs
spread wide, waiting for his next command. As always, she felt a
thrill go through her. There was something about this man, despite
his weirdness, and despite his deformities, that turned her on. She
loved giving up sexual control to him.
Lisa felt her short, thick nipples growing hard and her pussy
getting wet just from thinking about what Stephen might do to her.
She could never tell what sort of mood he might be in. Some days he
was actually tender with her, and on others he was very close to
brutal. But he never hurt her badly. He saved that for his victims.
He had made her shave her pussy though. She didn't like it. She
found it humiliating. But he often liked to pretend she was his
sister. She didn't think she looked anything like Adelle, other
than being a blond. But Stephen was strange that way. It was during
those sessions when he was the most dangerous to her, taking out
his frustrations on her body.
Stephen turned to face her and pursed his lips as he looked
her over. Then, wordlessly, he unzipped a small triangle at the
front of his tight pants, and let it fall open. His pale pink cock,
and large distended scrotum fell into view. Keeping his eyes on
Lisa, he motioned for her to kneel. She did so quickly. Then he
signalled her to come closer. She shuffled over on her knees till
her face was just inches away from his groin.
He took one more step towards her, grabbed a handful of her
hair, and forced her to tilt her head back. He was so much taller
than her that his cock and ball dangled over her face. He took her
face in both his hands now, and stared down at her. His cock began
to grow hard. It was tool perfectly suited to the rest of him. It
was long and thin. He was almost a foot long, but no more than an
inch thick. His glans was no thicker than his shaft. Fucking him,
Lisa had often thought, was like fucking a living broomstick.
The smell of him was intoxicating to her. She didn't
understand why, though she had some theories. The result however
couldn't be argued with. Her inhibitions melted, and she felt up to
anything he might ask.
"Lisa, how long have you been working for me?" Stephen
suddenly asked her.
She froze momentarily. Then she quietly replied. "Two years,
Sir. You hired me right after I got my Masters' degree."
"You have been my special assistant for how long?"
"Four months, Sir."
"Have you ever wondered why? Why I picked you?" He didn't give
her a chance to answer. "It's because from the first time I saw
you, I knew you were a heartless, blood-thirsty, scheming bitch.
You've been manoeuvring your way up the official company ladder the
last few weeks using my name and influence to do it, haven't you?
Don't bother to deny it. I know it's true. I've been watching you
at least as closely as you've been watching me. The question is
what should I do about it?"
Lisa's jaw had dropped. The cold, steel vice of fear had
clenched itself around her chest, and she was having trouble
remembering to breath. This was the last thing she'd been
expecting! She had no idea what Stephen might do next. But she knew
enough about him to know that she might die any instant.
He leaned over, and his long, surprisingly strong fingers slid
down to wrap around her neck. He watched the sweat start pouring
down her face, and giggled a mad little giggle. "Not so sure of
yourself now are you, my dear little slave? Yes! Slave! You work
for me, but you're as much my slave as Monica there!"
He squeezed gently on her wind-pipe. Lisa had gone pale and
limp. She knew she ought to be fighting for her life, but something
was paralysing her every muscle. She had never felt so intimidated
in her life. She was almost positive then that she was going to
die.
Suddenly, Stephen released his grip, tossing her lightly back
onto the floor. "But," he added, as Lisa lay stunned on her side,
not yet knowing whether to feel relief, "you have one thing going
for you. I like you, Lisa. You know how to obey. You know how to
show your respect. You also have displayed the ability to take the
initiative! Now, if you can think of a way to prove your complete
and utter loyalty to me, I might be able to make a few more of your
dreams come true!"
Lisa felt the fear slip away from her at last. Her mouth had
gone dry in her panic, so she had trouble replying. "Master, you
know that I would do anything for you! I know I'm your slave, Sir
Stephen. I've been your slave from the moment you first payed
attention to me! Forgive me if anything I've done makes it look any
different, or if I've offended you in any way." She lowered her
head and hoped it looked good.
"I don't believe you!" Stephen snapped. "If you think your act
has ever fooled me, you're sadly mistaken. Besides which, have you
really thought through what you're saying to me? The truth now,
bitch!"
Lisa sighed, but felt compelled somehow to comply. "You are
right, Sir Stephen. I haven't really considered it. I don't know if
I could do anything you asked of me. But I would try. I really do
have a lot of respect for you, and to tell the complete truth, I
have a lot of respect for the position I could reach in this
company."
Stephen smiled. "That's the correct answer. At least for now.
I think I will be able to deal with you. Now I shall be blunt. I
need a woman. I need, in particular, a cruel, bitchy, scheming,
clever woman. I need that woman's way of looking at the world. If
I'm ever going to get through my sister's defenses, I'm going to
need to better understand how she thinks. I need a woman's point of
view. I would like that woman to be you. Stand up, Lisa."
Lisa got to her feet slowly. She had to fight down the
excitement now growing within her. Stephen continued. "Let me tell
you what I'm offering. I would make you my second in command here.
You will have what you wanted -- power in this company second only
to my own. In order for you to understand the what is at stake, I
shall have to brief you on the full family background, so you shall
be told secrets no one outside of my sisters knows. You will learn
some things that they aren't aware of either. I won't even go into
what your reward will be if I'm successful at replacing my sister
as head of the parent company!"
He paused, and his tone became melodramatically sinister.
"However, if I'm to give you all this power, I will need some
assurances from you in return, as well as a gesture of the extent
of your loyalty. I warn you, Lisa, I will want your soul! You must
ask yourself if what I offer you might be worth the price. And you
have to decide soon! The offer won't be held for you long! Time
waits for no one!"
Lisa didn't take long to decide. "For what you're offering,
Master, I've already made plans to sell my soul. I think it's worth
it any price!"
Stephen's laugh was deep this time. "Good. Because I've
already decided what the price will be. Tell me, Lisa, since you've
been enjoying my attention, have you slept with any other men? Tell
me the truth now!"
She shook her head. "No, Master. To tell the truth, I've
always enjoyed females more. You are the only male lover I've had
since I left university. I do fantasize about other men, but
usually I'm in a dominant role. I've been hoping that I could one
day convince you to let me run experiments on male subjects, and
let me dispose of them afterwards the way we do with the ladies."
"I don't see any problem with that. Would you, then, be
willing to give up all your pleasures to me? Would you sacrifice
your right to have pleasure?"
Lisa had to think about that one. "Yes. All right, Master, I
would."
"Fine!" Stephen exclaimed triumphantly. "Then if you wish to
receive the position that I have offered, this is what you must
agree to do. Before the next five days have passed, you must of
your own free will, and by your own hand, or at least your direct
actions, remove or destroy your own clitoris!"
He stared down into her eyes with an almost child-like
excitement, awaiting her reaction. Lisa looked back at him stunned.
She unconsciously pressed her thighs tightly together. "Oh," he
added, "I almost forgot to mention. You can't use anything to kill
the pain before, or for a week after you do it. I want you to
suffer! That will be the proof or your loyalty and sincerity. You
can decide how it's done, but it must be relatively slow and
painful." He laughed. Well, it was actually more of a cackle. "Are
you still up to it, darling?"
Lisa was, for at least a full minute, in shock. But then she
began to think straight again. She realized that he would request
something like this. The thought of doing it terrified her. But
strangely, she found the idea of it turned her on. However, it was
the cooly logical part of her that made the decision. She wanted
power, and she had figured on doing whatever it took to get it. She
could make herself do this.
Keeping herself from thinking about what she was getting
herself into, she looked her boss and Master in the eyes and
nodded. "I will do it, Master. It will be the way you want it."
"Good, Lisa! Good! You've pleased me immensely. In return,
when the deed is done, I'll give you the power of life and death
over all your fellow employees. You won't even have to ask
permission from me to indulge in anything you want to try. The only
thing you have to consider is the welfare of the company, and not
getting in my way. But we'll discuss those details later. What say
we celebrate our deal by sharing Monica, and then I'll let you feed
her to Minerva personally!"
By this time, the frail brunette had regained her senses. Her
thoughts had been clouded by the drugs ever since the last time
she'd impregnated. But she knew her situation. The women were left
off the drugs in between pregnancies in order to normalize their
body chemistry. The sedatives used were simple but advanced. They
had no effect on the fetus. They rendered the mothers docile so
that they couldn't give the orderlies any trouble when it was time
to examine them physically.
In between pregnancies, however, the breeders were kept in
special group cells, and were made available to any of the staff
that wanted to play with them. The only thing they were spared was
vaginal intercourse. They were raped or tormented in every other
conceivable way. Therefor, when Monica came fully awake, she
already knew she was in hell.
Stephen nodded to Lisa, and with a wave of his hand, indicated
to her that she should take the lead. Lisa put her situation out of
her mind as best she could. She would have whatever fun she could
for now, and worry about that later. She gathered her composure,
and sauntered over to the bound young lady.
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Notes to those who have contributed suggestions.
--I can't guarantee that I will use your suggestions exactly as you
wanted, but a lot of the ideas were things I had in mind to do
anyway. The contributor of sund-c09/10 will probably get to see
most of what he wanted, though I may not use the characters that he
asked for.
--Sorry if I'm having trouble keeping you all straight at the
moment, but I just finished this chapter, and I want to get on,
upload it, and get to bed.
--For the person who described Marilee, I might end up working her
in, though not in the way you might have expected. But there is a
way I might be able to make her fit well within the story. You'll
have to be patient, however. Things will have to happen in their
proper sequence.
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All contributions have been read and were welcome. They were all
inspirational... having all that feedback forced me to sit down and
write. I'm going to try to get a chapter out every three to four
weeks at the most. I might occasionally get one off faster. But I
might just as readily have to take longer. There are places in this
one where I still feel I did a rush job. Let me know what you
think.
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To the guy that started the trend....
................whatever happened to the next installment of Cute**
anyway? I've been waiting a long time to see it!!!! I hope you can
get around to it soon. (cute07 is the last I have.)
I hope to keep hearing from you. I'll have to make myself a list of
who you all are, so if you send more feed back, please include the
alias you're using for this, and list which other Sund-c comments
you've sent so far. And above all, let me know what you think. The
more feedback (read ego-stroking :) ) I get, the easier it is to
force myself to sit in front of the computer on those nights I'd
rather be doing something else.
...................anon-sk.
