"Summer in Paradise" by Fox
Chapter 18
The sweetness of jasmine and hyacinths flavoured the night air. The high
drone of heat bugs was punctuated with the occasional sound from the surrounding
jungle. Cassandra's filmy silk dressing gown flowed behind her as she crossed
the grassy parade grounds. Goosebumps covered her smooth skin, for the air was
cool.
She approached the door to the medical offices. Lights beamed through the
shaded windows of the small building.
The soldier standing guard snapped to attention. He opened the door for her.
Cassandra nodded, and passed through the portal into her lair.
Captain Phillipe Rasquedo was a prisoner. He was shackled hand and foot to a
wooden X frame. A leather gag sealed his mouth. Confusion was evident in his
eyes. He was still groggy from the drugs.
The nurse was leering at the naked captive. She held a braided leather
whip. Angry red marks striped his torso. Blood could be seen where the leather
had split the skin.
"Nice outfit, Marissa."
"Thank you Mistress," The nurse curtsied politely. Marissa had shed her
fatigues and stripped down to a sports bra and boxer shorts. She was sweating, a
testament to the warmth of the room and the exertion of whipping her captive.
"You understand your instructions?"
"Yes Mistress."
"He is to be milked of his semen, which is to be stored for in vitro."
"Yes Mistress."
"I don't care how you get it from him, whether you beat it out of him,
whack him off or suck it out with a vacuum, just be sure you get it and that it
is properly stored."
"Yes Mistress."
Cassandra stepped over to her lover, now her bound captive. She stroked
his face, then let her hand slowly run the length of his side in a lover's
caress.
"Ah, Phillipe, my Captain," she cooed gently. "Who would have thought it
would turn out like this, hm? You married Angelita so you could have power, you
fucked me for your pleasure, and now ..." She laughed. The Captain threw his
head back in agony as she twisted his nipple.
"Now the pleasure, and soon, the power, will be all mine."
Cassandra turned back to face the nurse. "Where are the others?"
"In the sensory deprivation room as instructed, Mistress."
Smiling, Cassandra swiveled and faced the Captain once more. She grasped
his hair and pulled his face forward. She kissed both his cheeks, her lipstick
leaving red imprints.
"Good bye, lover man. It's a shame you won't live to see our children."
She stopped in the doorway before exiting.
"Marissa, six hours. No more. Then ..." She snapped her fingers. "And
get me his seed. Other than that, he's all yours."
The door swung shut behind her.
"Nnnnhhh!" Grunting in frustration and effort, the Captain raged
against his bonds. Muscles in his arms bulged, veins in his neck swelled as he
attempted to pull himself free.
"Hahahaha ha!" Marissa's sardonic laughter ripped through the room.
"Whoosh! Swack!"
The Captain jerked as the fiery end of the leather single tail bit into
his flesh.
"Fucking bitch!" he spat out his fury. "I get my hands on you ..."
"You had your hands on me, you son of a whore, now it's my turn."
The cattle prod crackled. The man in the cage howled in pain as the
electricity burned his calf.
"Just be glad I don't burn that slimy cock, you pig."
Leon glared at his tormentor. Little rivers of sweat snaked down his
hunched form. Bruises and welts and burns gave his skin a patchwork covering. He
smelled of fear and piss.
Summer poked the prod through the bars of the cage. Leon wiggled away
from her as best he could - with his forearms bound to the roof of the small
cage, there was little he could do. Her thumb on the control, Summer jabbed
Leon, hard, several times, along his legs.
"Fuck!" he yelled in agony as the cattle prod sent a sudden massive jolt
across his back.
A pitiful whimper came from the adjoining cage. Leon and Miguel had been
placed in steel cages. Forced to kneel, their arms were raised behind them and
shackled to the bars atop the cage.
Leon hacked up a gob of saliva and spit it at Miguel.
"Fucking pussy" he growled.
"Screw you."
"Hey, you were the big tough man, 'the bitch nurse can come to me', you
said ... well, asshole, she came to you all right. And now you cry like a baby."
Summer used the moment to touch the sole of Leon's foot with the prod.
He jerked so hard, he almost dislocated his shoulders.
"Shit!" he bellowed. "That hurt!"
"Enjoying yourself my dear?"
Summer swiveled upon hearing Cassandra's voice. She immediately fell to
her knees, head bowed.
"Hello Mistress. Have I displeased you, mistress?"
Cassandra smiled as she walked over to the kneeling girl.
"No, Summer, you have not displeased me." She raised the girl's chin
with her finger. "I was just wondering if you have been having fun with these
two pigs."
Summer's smile stretched from ear to ear.
"Oh yes, Mistress! I have been poking them with the cattle prod, and
made them squirm and scream, and ..."
Cassandra placed a finger across Summer's red lips, to silence her
gushing.
"Good girl," she said. "Now, what about our other guest?"
"As Mistress instructed, she is still in the isolation tank, the white
room."
Cassandra looked at the two men in the cages. Smiling, she turned to the
vertical white tank in a corner of the room.
"Splendid."
Cattle prod in hand, Cassandra sauntered over to the cages.
"Miguel, Leon, how nice to see you again!"
"Cassandra, what is ... what are .. ??" Miguel whimpered.
The cattle prod barely grazed his flank.
Miguel screamed in pain and terror.
"I didn't say you could speak, pig," Cassandra barked.
A gob of spit splattered near her foot. She looked over at Leon. He
leered back.
"I always said you were just a whore."
"You did?" she said, feigning surprise. "Why Leon, I'm shocked!"
She jabbed the cattle prod between the bars.
Her growled and swore as the pain rocketed through his upraised, numbing
arms.
"Now you're shocked too."
She tossed the cattle prod in Summer's direction.
"Sweetie, I want you to keep an eye on these two for a while longer
yet."
"Yes Mistress."
"You can continue to amuse yourself with them, just don't hurt them too
badly."
Summer's pleasure was obvious.
The sensory deprivation chamber was a technician's dream come true.
Connected to the chamber by spaghetti-like strands of cables and wires was a
complete workstation, with an array of computers dials, oscilloscopes, and
assorted technical doodads. Cassandra walked over, and seating herself in a
leather chair, studied the dials and computer settings.
"She has been in here for how long now?"
"Since Mistress Marissa and I brought her here two days ago, Mistress."
"Good."
A red lacquered fingernail touched a switch and a monitor flickered into
life.
The camera peered down from an awkward angle, yet a woman's form was
clearly visible. She floated, completely immersed in liquid. A black rubber
outfit covered her from head to toe - not a speck of skin or hair could be seen.
Hoses led from her nose and between her legs to the outside. She twitched as
Cassandra watched.
The red fingernails moved to a dial, and turned it clockwise a notch.
The black figure on the monitor twitched and jerked with greater
violence.
Cassandra busied herself with punching keys on the keyboard. The words
"vert pan down" appeared on the monitor. The picture changed as the camera began
to move inside the tank. Slowly, the details of the woman's trapped form were
revealed.
For a few minutes, Cassandra watched the slow, steady progress of the
camera from top to bottom. She punched more keys. The image on the screen began
to revolve as the camera moved to a horizontal pan. The rounded curved of the
imprisoned woman's body were clearly defined as the camera conducted its
circumnavigation of the isolation chamber.
Cassandra ignored the male grunts and groans of pain floating through
the room. She pushed the chair away from the workstation. Rising, she turned off
the monitor.
"Summer dear."
Summer hurried over to Cassandra.
"Here is what I want you to do."
"Yes Mistress?"
"First, you know how our friend here" - she tapped the isolation tank -
"is to be displayed when she is released from her bath?"
"Yes Mistress, hooded, kneeling on the frame."
"Right. You are to deliver her yourself."
Summer smiled. "Thank you for the honour, Mistress."
"Now, as for those two, Mistress Marissa is in charge of how they are to
be prepared ..."
"Excuse me Ma'am". The soldier's voice was crisp, respectful.
Cassandra looked at the door. A young soldier stood smartly at
attention. He saluted.
"Yes?"
"Ma'am," he began, "Lieutenant Merielle and his squad are ready, ma'am."
"Perfect!" Cassandra turned back to Summer.
"Summer, you stay here with these two pieces of meat. Amuse yourself
with them. But they must be able to perform, understand?"
Summer curtsied. "Yes Mistress."
Cassandra stepped close and whispered.
"And Summer, I want them to be very angry, very much looking to rip
someone's heart out in revenge."
"Mistress?" the girl asked.
"Make them hate each other. Play 20 questions, and when someone gets a
right answer, shock the other. Do the same if he gives the wrong answer too. Use
your imagination."
Summer smiled.
"You're a bright girl Summer, you know what to do." Cassandra patted
Summer on the cheek, then left the room.
The slave girl sauntered over to the cage containing Miguel.
"Hey Miguel," she said softly. She reached into the cage and stroked his
cock, balls. "I have a hot cattle prod here. Would you like me to use it on you
... or on Leon?"
