II
"Until now," said the Magyar, "you have suffered only the crudest forms
of torture and humiliation. I am not apologizing for my associates. It's just
that they have limited imaginations."
They were back in the room with the concrete floor and the torture
devices. The Magyar sat on the chaise lounge. MA stood before him, head bowed.
She now wore, in addition to her boots, a silver choke collar, to which was
attached a long leash.
"I must admit, though, that the night with the canines was my idea," the
Magyar said, gently jostling the leash. "It was intended to teach you a little
lesson in humility. Were you humiliated, being fucked by dogs?"
The tears that streamed from her downturned eyes answered his question.
"Excellent. Now, we can mix some pleasure with the pain. This is what I
am especially good at."
He rose and led her to a large X-shaped wooden frame that was mounted on
a low platform and tilted back at a slight angle.
"Step up, and lean back against the frame," he said. She did as he
ordered.
"Now, raise your arms and Corgi and Spaniel will secure your wrists."
Quickly, MA found herself shackled to the frame. Her legs were spread,
her pussy, belly and breasts defenseless against whatever the Magyar had in
mind. He opened a chest and took out a thick silver wand with a spherical knob
on one end. He touched the knob lightly several times, removing his fingers
quickly after each touch.
"Do you know what this is?" he asked. "No, of course you don't," he
continued, before she could try to answer. "I call this my swizzle stick. When I
apply this to your skin, it will stir up a cocktail of indescribable sensations.
I am quite certain you will enjoy it - at first."
He brushed the end of the wand against the outside of MA's leg. It
tingled in a way she had never felt before. He make a circular motion in the
air, then tapped the knob against her right nipple. She shivered with pleasure
and fear.
He stepped onto the platform and brushed his lips against hers. She
tried to turn her head away, then, against her will, she turned her face upward
for more.
"Naughty, naughty," he said teasingly. He stepped back and rubbed the
knob across her mouth. She turned her head to the side, trying to escape it, but
he kept pressing it against her lips. The sensation was driving her crazy. She
shook her head violently from side to side, but the tingling knob was always
there.
At last, she parted her lips and let it into her mouth.
"Suck it," the Magyar said in a silky voice.
She sucked it. She was breathing heavily, and her eyes were closed.
He flipped a switch at the base of the handle, and her head snapped
back.
"You see, my lovely little slut, how close pleasure is to pain. Just a
few more amperes, and - poof! - your budding orgasm becomes a spasm of agony."
He flipped the switch and lowered the power, then he drew the knob down her
throat. He circled one breast, then the other, and slid it down to her navel.
"And what is this?" he whispered. "A mini pussy, no?"
He pressed the knob into her navel and twisted it. MA moaned with
ecstasy and her pelvis began gyrating. She could feel her pussy getting wet. He
leaned close to her, tilted his head, bit hard into her exposed throat. She
shivered again, torn between the pleasure of the electric knob in her navel and
the pain of his grip on her throat.
He released her and looked into her eyes. "There is a legend in my
family that my great-great-great grandfather was a vampire," he whispered. "Is
that not a quaint notion?" There was blood on his teeth, and on MA's throat.
"Please," she said in a scarcely audible voice.
"Please," he said. "Please what, my child? Please bite me again? Please
push this magic wand so far into my belly that it comes out my back? Or perhaps
this!"
He lowered the wand between her legs, then shoved it deep into her
pussy.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she shrieked.
He was manipulating the wand inside her, and the surge of power was at
full strength. Her body banged against the frame, as she tried to escape the
electric fury.
Then, after one last, violent tremor, her body went limp and her head
fell forward onto her chest.
The Magyar removed the wand, turned off the power, then lightly licked
the knob.
"The juices of Paradise," he said.
He slipped the wand into his belt, then raised MA's head. So lovely, he
thought - even in death.
He turned abruptly and shouted, "Get her down, and take her body to the
lab. Toynbee is curious about her, and I promised he could do whatever
experiments he liked."
"Begging your pardon, sir," said Corgi. "Can we have a bit of fun with
her before she goes to the lab?"
The Magyar frowned. "Her beauty is undeniable, but I really don't
understand what it is that makes her so irresistible to some men."
"And some women," added Mastiff, who had joined them.
"Okay, go ahead," said the Magyar. "Fuck her all you want. Bend her,
fold her, spindle her. Just get her to Dr. Toynbee in one piece and fresh enough
to be usable." He looked at his watch. "I'll give you 45 minutes."
# # #
Corgi carried MA over his shoulder. They had tried to clean her up, but
cum still seeped from her pussy and made her legs sticky.
Mastiff knocked at the door, and Toynbee's assistant, Spencer, opened
it.
"We've got the super cunt for Toynbee," she said.
Spencer, a pimply young man with thick glasses, seemed annoyed. "We're
in the middle of an experiment," he said irritably.
"The boss said to get her to Toynbee right away," said Corgi.
Spencer stepped around Corgi and lifted MA's head.
"She looks dead," he said.
"She is dead," said Corgi. "The boss said that wouldn't make any
difference."
"Yes, but she's already getting cold," Spencer said. "You should've come
sooner."
"Oh, we came soon enough - and often enough," Corgi said, with a knowing
look at Mastiff.
They laid MA on her back on a metal examining table.
"Good looking, ain't she?" said Corgi.
"I've seen better," Spencer snapped.
"Yeah, in your dreams," said Mastiff.
"You want us to help rip her open?" asked Corgi.
"No, thank you very much. We don't 'rip open' our subjects," said
Spencer in a tone of growing exasperation. "When we make incisions, they are
based on a thorough knowledge of anatomy."
"So you think we don't know about bodies?" Corgi shot back.
Just then a door opened and Toynbee joined them. He was an owlish man of
70 with tufts of white hair above each ear and a perpetual squint.
"Hullo, Dr. Toynbee," Corgi said respectfully. "We're just here to
deliver the goods, so to speak."
"Yes, yes, well now they're delivered and you can be on your way," said
Toynbee.
"Spencer, get me a scalpel and a bone saw - the small one."
"Oh, a saw," said Mastiff. "Awesome. I've never seen anyone sawed on
before."
"And you're not going to see one today," Toynbee said sharply. "Now, get
out, both of you. We've got work to do."
He hurried them out and slammed the door after them.
He paused to catch his breath, then smiled slyly. "Forget the saw,
Spencer," he said. "That was just for their entertainment."
"So we're not going to dissect her," Spencer said. He sounded
disappointed.
"Oh, yes, we'll cut her up eventually. But why waste the few hours we
have left before rigor mortis sets in? She is so lovely. And it appears from the
stickiness of her thighs that our friends have taken full advantage of her
defenselessness."
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"Yes, of course. How can you call yourself a scientist if you're not
willing to plumb the depths of human behavior, as well as scale the heights?"
So Toynbee and Spencer took turns making love to MA's lifeless body.
First, they flipped her face down on the examining table and fucked her from
behind. Then, they hung her by her wrists to a hook in the ceiling and fucked
her simultaneously, front and back, as she dangled.
Finally, they spread her out on her back on the floor and fucked her in
the Missionary Position.
"Never have I so enjoyed a sexual escapade," sighed Toynbee as he sat,
exhausted, next to her body. "Nor I," said Spencer, who sat on the other side of
her. "Though truth be told, I never had a sexual escapade before today."
"Well, you started with the best. Ms. Americana's body is a work of
art," said Toynbee. "But it's time we got on with our work. She won't last
forever."
"And what, if you don't mind my asking, is our work?" asked Spencer. "I
mean, what are we looking for?"
"Why, the secret of her power, of course. We want to find out why she
was able, for so long, to defy the odds - to survive terrible beatings, brutal
rapes, even bullets fired at close range."
Spencer looked puzzled. "But we know her secret," he said. "It's in her
belt, not in her body. Once the Magyar was able to drug her with synthetic
curare and remove her belt, she was just another overly athletic bimbo. That's
why we're sitting next to her dead body, instead of being sprawled out at her
feet after being beaten unconscious."
"The belt!" Toynbee said, in a tone of disbelief. "But I thought it was
just a comic book gimmick. Whoever heard of such a thing in the real world?
Well, where is this belt? It's that, we should be dissecting, not her."
They got to their feet, with great difficulty in the case of Toynbee,
and set out to find the belt - leaving MA spread-eagle on the lab floor.
[To be continued.]
