Nusquam
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Yes, Kelly wonders indeed what will be the role of heiress Patricia Lamande... what function she will fulfill. Well shaped, alluring before submitting to baldness, she will certainly gain attraction... but from whom?
If she is fortunate she will appeal to a male member... young and virile. The sadism and resulting torment will be notable, but ultimately it is sex that is desired and such culminates any escapades. But being under the tutelage of the women! That can be daunting... sex being secondary to what Kelly can only term as revenge... unending revenge for being sweet... youthful... attractive... naively innocent.
As Kelly guides the car to her driveway, she plans a late evening. Some dozen photos are to be uploaded and emailed, many measurements... wrists, biceps, neck, waist, thighs at the knees, ankles, even the depth of her vaginal sheath... to be transmitted.
And the breasts... yes the mammoth cup size will surely gain attention.
Kelly is confident... she will be given the nod... permission to discuss Nusquam... and urge heiress Patricia LaMange to offer herself as a candidate.
Chapter Seven
Kelly grasps her medical bag, steps from the car then pauses, turning her head to stare at the thick packet of paperwork on the passenger seat. Should she bring the Fedex delivery with her?
The Director forwarded the many legal docs overnight, the photos and data on Patricia LaMange receiving an enthusiastic response. Would it be premature to present the legal paperwork concurrent with her explanation and overview of Nusquam?
Kelly steps back, opens the car door and retrieves the envelope. It cannot hurt to have it ready. Pattie may find herself equally enthusiastic.
The paperwork joins the medical bag and Kelly locks the car and proceeds to the posh apartment building of Patricia LaMange, mentally planning her words and explanations and also speculating in what form, what condition she will find her client. Who has tormented her on this afternoon... fed her addiction.
Past the doorman, into the elevator, Pattie’s neighbors have come to assume the girl is ill, disabled, not able to leave the apartment, requiring daily a visit from a tending nurse. If they only knew the details of her aftercare... or more shocking... the deviant antics undertaken in Pattie’s expensively equipped chamber of pain and degradation.
The doorlock yields and Kelly wonders how many keys to Pattie’s swanky abode are in circulation. It seems half the New York D/s community has access... has visited... has tormented.
Entering, the vast penthouse is silent... no moans... to pleas for attention in response to the rattle of the lock and latching of the door.
No afternoon play?
To the dungeon, Kelly pushes open the door. There is more silence as a hand reaches to the light switch. The room alights and Kelly encounters a sight which would shock the neophyte.
The motionless naked and hairless form of Pattie LaMange hangs upright inches above the floor in suspension, wrists restrained behind her back, the spreader bar obscenely forcing apart enticingly proportioned thighs to expose the girl’s sex. Kelly is relieved in noting the well endowed chest heaves, the girl is breathing. The suspension gear was purchased at great cost, a transformed parachute harness, safe and ironically comfortable. Yet Kelly realizes that indeed her prognostication of orthostatic syncope has overtaken the voluptuous form... and perhaps mercifully. For protruding from all parts pink... nipples, labia, and she must assume clitoral hood... are dozens of needles.
An extinguished Sterno can on a nearby table evidences that the excruciating agony was augmented with searing heat... which ironically also serves to cauterize and suppress bleeding... and inhibit infection.
All the extreme sensitive feminine anatomical parts of heiress Patricia LaMange have been porcupined... in D/s parlance.
“Oh Pattie,” Kelly softly admonishes, knowing the girl cannot hear, “you’ve had a long, long afternoon,” noting the broken capsules of ammonia next to the depleted Sterno.
Now many times did Pattie faint, only to be revived for the next searing hot needle?
Kelly needs to act. Too long hanging in an upright position will foster a cascade of life threatening reactions... various biological systems will one by one shut down. Once again Pattie has offered herself to the dangerous whims of an amateur. Subordinates held in such precarious forms of restraint require supervision.
What to do?
Lowering the unconscious form may bring damage, too many needles, too much chance of further penetration in toppling to the floor, the dozens of pricks currently superficial, intended only to bring intense pain until cooled. Thus Kelly needs a mobile Pattie LaMange, able to support herself... briefly... when the harness is lowered and removed.
To the kitchen... a towel... some ice... Pattie will need to be revived, the deluge of endorphins spurred by her ordeal countered... the strange but welcomed nirvana of the vanquished masochist to end.
Chapter Eight
Kelly decides the most practical position for the required aftercare, the removal of many piercing needles, is to return Pattie to the stocks. Having released the harness’s taut chain, lowering the semi conscious form, toes to the floor... carefully... she worked quickly to embrace the smooth softness of her torso and guided gently as the knees buckled and the tiling beckoned. Leashed... always making her client sense her control... Kelly awaited until the girl’s head cleared. Then with soft, but firm commands, jiggling the leash in encouragement, Kelly led the girl to the nearby stocks. Spreader bar remaining in place, the short trip was awkward and required time, the threat of many needles precluding haste.
“You’ve endangered yourself again, Pattie. You came across another dilettante... and judging by the lipstick on the cigarette butts... another woman.”
Pattie nods ever so slightly, the heavy wood of the stocks encumbering her neck.
“I did not know about the needles... she never told me. Said she had something I would enjoy.”
“And you did... didn’t you? Despite the intensity of the pain, deep within your cunny creamed didn’t it?”
“Yes, Ma’am, I suppose it did.”
“Well if you had been left to hang much longer, it would have been the last time you felt those twinges... felt anything at all,” Kelly lectures, her tone that of a stern mother. “The needles are barbed, Pattie. You encountered special wickedness today. Impossible to just pull out. I’m going to have to push them all through... one at a time.”
Kelly sits on the low stool where days ago she shaved Pattie’s head. Her right hand reaches forth, carefully palming the underside of the left breast, dangling low and pendulously. With the size outlandishly large for a girl of Pattie’s stature, the protruding needles almost graze the tiled floor.
“Stay still... as much as possible. Any squirming and the needles in your pussy lips may do more damage. I’ll get to those next. How many times did you faint? She used many ammonia capsules to assure you felt every hot thrust... so slight... the skin so easily jabbed... but so painful.”
“I don’t know. She was here... well... forever.”
“She worked slowly. She took her time... pure evil in enjoying herself. For her there was no point in rushing... lots of needles...lots of soft tender spots,” Kelly notes in slowly pushing through the first of dozens of shards.
“You asked me about Nusquam,” dropping the first needle into a waiting dish. “If you’d like to learn more, I have been given some latitude.”
Pattie squeals. With the flow of endorphins depleted, the pain of removal is not felt as a catalyst for sexual thrill.
“Yes, whatever it is, David suggested it may be for the best.”
“I am tending to agree with him, at this point,” a second needle pinging the dish.
“Nusquam is a place... a special place for people of your ilk... with your paraphilia. Do you know Latin?
“No Ma’am.”
“Well the word would translate to ‘nowhere’, ‘nothing’, ‘in no place’. And in a way it is. Few know of it.
.. fewer know precisely where it is.”
“Where is it?”
“If I knew, I would not tell you. But for the likes of you Pattie, it would be considered sanctuary. You’d be safe... from yourself... from those who dispense pain and torment so recklessly.”
“You’ve been there?”
“Worked in the facility for many years... tending to masochistic souls like you.”
“But how is it you don’t know where it is?”
“It’s a warm climate. That I know. Probably somewhere in the jungles of a South American country. The pilots who fly in and out are sworn to secrecy... and are well rewarded for their discretion and silence... as I have been.”
“You would serve there... naked at all times... perhaps in some form of restraint. How, in what manner, would be determined by your evaluation. And you would serve for life. There would be no going back, Pattie. Subjugant’s do not leave Nusquam... not ever.”
“Sounds eery.”
Kelly smiles, pausing in thought as another needle exits pink tender flesh.
“It may... but I know girls like you... and boys... and I’m willing to wager you’re moistening right now, the thought of being immersed in this sick perversion, forced servitude, used orally and anally at another’s whim, excites... I have no doubt.”
Kelly decides to complete the nipples in silence. She will talk more about Nusquam as she works Pattie’s labia. Having proximity to the girl’s cunt, will be telling, a barometer of the girl’s lust... her demented thoughts not to be belied.
Chapter Nine
Kelly Devers sits on a stool next to a large tub filled with fragrant suds, the soft sore flesh of her client immersed in soothing warmth. She soaps the girl’s head, the aftercare mandating glabrousness. A straight edged razor begins to glide, assuring the girl’s unsightly baldness is shiny smooth.
“Your cunny became a wellspring, Pattie, despite all the pain and trauma. Very telling.”
It was. As Kelly removed the rows of needles agonizingly thrust through her labia, she verbally took Pattie through life at Nusquam... life for those selected to serve. It seems the envisioned existence reeled through Pattie’s mind like a graphic porn movie. Feminine essence oozed down her thighs.
“Must I give up everything?”
“Yes. That’s the rule. You will have nothing... own nothing... have no means of every returning. It’s permanent, Pattie. In completing the paperwork you will list all assets, all bank accounts, all brokerage accounts. You will sign powers of attorney granting the Nusquam Director full authority over all you own. You will be judged incompetent by mental health officials and not contest their findings, to be institutionalized, legally becoming a ward of Nusquam.
“It will require a few days... legal docs to be filed... court approvals completed. And then there will come a knock on your door and a Nusquam extraction team will end life as you know it. Everything here will be removed and sold. Forensic specialists will scrub the floors and walls. There will be no fingerprints, no DNA, nothing left of the wealthy Patricia LaMange.
“If for some reason someone were to report your disappearance to missing persons, the authorities will have no place to even begin to trace you. It will be as if Patricia LaMange never existed... instead becoming a number... a Nusquam subjugant living nowhere... to serve out her life in pain, degradation and unending humiliation.”
Despite the warmth of the sudsy water, Kelly feels the girl shiver... in fear?.. in excited expectation? The reaction brings a smile.
And Kelly feels somewhat giddy herself. Though a client will be forever lost, this evening a 20 percent commission has been earned.
Chapter Ten
Kelly makes one last check of the Segufix straps, assuring inordinate tightness. She has bedded Pattie LaMange and knows that girls of her ilk feel best with thoroughness, the sense of capitulation and surrender complete. Sure enough, an arm and then a leg flexes in an attempt to move, the girl testing. Neither limb stirs more than a centimeter, Kelly marveling at the Teutonic efficiency of the restraint system.
“A little reward for you, Pattie. Your cunny is too sore for much else.”
Having had her inner labia porcupined, a searing hot needle thrust through the thin pink flesh at quarter inch intervals, making the girl’s portal appear to be zippered, Kelly’s normally ecstatic masturbation will instead bring pain. Thus the knowing nurse gently splays the outer labia to open the girl’s sex. Kelly smiles in noting the wetness. Merely being bound brings arousal. Then she carefully slides in a sizeable vibrator, avoiding the many wounds as best she can.
“The batteries will eventual die sometime in the night, but you’ll not know when. So just enjoy... the pleasure... and the unknown.”
Kelly dials to a setting she knows will bring unending titillation... the device to randomly turn itself on and off... then presses. The cylinder hums, Pattie futilely lurching with the initial pangs of delight.
“Ah... ah... no please don’t leave me like this.”
With the plea, Kelly knows she as deftly placed the insertion, avoiding the clitoris such that the pleasure seems distant and faint, yet the tip no doubt greeting the cervix. She smiles in self satisfaction then wedges a rolled towel between the well spread thighs, assuring the penetrating faux phallus cannot be ejected and serving to absorb vaginal juices which are sure to flow abundantly and well into the night.
“I’m going to have your locks changed, Pattie. Now that you’re the property of Nusquam there will be no more frolicking with strangers. Goodness knows, half the city has access to you... and your naked flesh.”
Kelly pauses to observe, her client somewhat squirming, the vibrator humming steadily. When it shuts off, Pattie moans in disappointment. When within moments it resumes its devilish tantalizing hum, Kelly is satisfied that heiress Patricia LaMange will suffer, the ultimate climactic orgasm so close yet so far. She turns off the light and closes the door.
It has been a long evening. Extracting the many needles, bathing and soothing pierced and inflamed flesh, artfully describing the masochistic joys of existence at Nusquam has all been burdensome. Into the elevator she finds her cell phone. The Director will be pleased.
The soft high pitched voice answers upon the first ring. Kelly, knowing now that it is Douglas, tactfully decides on brief banter.
“Your voice is getting higher and higher Douglas. You sound like little girl.”
“Yes, Ma’am. It’s... it’s... well... the Director took away my hormone pills.”
“Yes, and you seem so meek. It’s probably best for you, don’t you think? Without your little balls, dousing your system with artificial drugs counters what is best for you. What did happen to your little tidbits, Douglas?”
There comes a pause. Kelly smiles, well aware of the girly boy’s reaction... there is reluctance... there is remorse... and there is awed respect... for the woman with the resolve to so dramatically alter a life.
“You... you... snipped them. They’re gone.”
“And is that best for you, Douglas? Aren’t you more eager to serve now?”
“I suppose so.”
Kelly smiles as the reply comes with the sound of a suppressed sniffle. Douglas now so easily emotes. She finds it cute.
“I’ll put you through the Director,” Douglas’s reluctance to further discuss obviously mounting.
“Progress Kelly?” the Director’s firm voice booming.
“Mission accomplished. I have signed papers, copies of bank statements, brokerage accounts, all you need to begin the process. She’s yours. I am on my way to the hanger at Teterboro. It will be on the next flight out.”
“Excellent. I’ll have the legal team working within days. Meanwhile, do try to keep the girl chaste. It’s best they arrive here... wanting.”
“I will. She’s easily restrained. Bought a complete Segufix system. Too much money... too warped in desire.”
“That will change,” the Director offering a rare chuckle.
“Do you think that is her gender preference?”
“Not sure. I think it’s more desperation... she will submit to anyone wicked and threatening... who will take her to the edge.”
“I see. Well we’ll assure she’s in constant discomfort... and happy here.”
“What role will the girl play?” Kelly’s curiosity insatiable. “She’s too short and soft to be stabled.”
“I agree. I reviewed her photos and measurements closely. We’ll put her through the evaluations. If no member finds interest, I’ll find a role for her here in my office.”
The response perks Kelly’s mind. The Director is discerning... firm... strict... and cruel. As young Douglas will certainly attest.
The phone abruptly clicks as Kelly pictures the neutered assistant. In her mind’s eye he’s in pigtails, make up with nails highly polished.
The vision brings a sigh. It’s for the best, she murmurs to herself with a shrug.
Chapter Eleven
Kelly slips her new key into the lock of the penthouse. She expects to spend another evening of drudgery, changing Pattie’s diaper, snapping on a leash and leading about her crawling nakedness for brief moments of exercise. It’s been a week since delivering the many legal documents, and keeping Patricia LaMange chaste and in thorough restraint a boring chore.
But on this visit, the door swings freely, thumping the wall with a hollow thud which echoes. When Pattie turns on the light, she is surprised... then realizes she should not be.