by Jessica Rael
On her second day of capture the three women who’d taken advantage came to the place where she’d been washed and depilated and took her to another room further up in the house. There they tied her to a bed and used a thick needle to pierce both her nipples and her clitoris. They did not use any anesthetic, and seemed to enjoy the girl’s cries of pain and pathetic pleading. They fitted her with gold rings in her nipples and clit, soldering the loops closed so they could never be removed, laughing at the girl’s anguish as the rings heated up under the hot solder.
McKenna watched the naked Latina girl walking with practiced care from the house to the patio table. She could hear the ice chink in the fresh jug of orange juice she carried, and saw how she winced with each step as the gold chain tugged on her clitoris. McKenna looked at the painfully stretched little bud, guessing it had a long way to go yet before the girl was ready for the Cruza client with a fetish for that particular deformity. The girl bent awkwardly, and placed the jug on the table.
Rebecca was engrossed in conversation with Dakota, so McKenna decided a little impromptu practice for the bitch wouldn’t go amiss. She grabbed the girl by the belt and told her to stay put, and then dug into the cream cheese pot with the knife, opened the front of her robe, and smeared the creamy white substance over her vagina, making sure it covered her labia and clit. Then she gathered some more, carefully slid the blunt knife into her pussy, smearing the inner walls with it. The Inquisitor and her lieutenant ignored what was going on, but Amber stared in fascination. McKenna smiled at the young protégée, then grabbed the Mexican beauty by the collar and pulled her face between her thighs.
‘Don’t see why you should miss out on breakfast, bitch,’ she said. ‘That wouldn’t be fair at all, would it?’ The girl shook her head while she buried her face against the woman’s pussy and lapped like a hungry puppy.
Amber pulled her chair closer so she could get a better look, and the Cruza officer smiled at her again. ‘Perks of the job, sweetie,’ she purred, then squeezed the girl’s head tighter against her crotch and casually drew the folds of her robe over her head.
Rebecca ran her finger down one of the sheets of paper in the file, speed-reading the details. ‘What do we know about this Black Glass Bar?’ she asked her lieutenant.
‘Pretty much everything. A Sabrina Townsend bought out a dive club about eighteen months ago on what she managed to wrestle from her ex-husband in the divorce, which from what we could ascertain was a lot less than she should have got. He’s mid-level money, a broker, on the take, but not a big game player.’
‘So he’s not hanging around waiting to start trouble?’
‘Doesn’t have what it takes, plus he got off light and I bet he knows it. It would only be a lose-lose for him.’
‘Okay, so what about her?’
‘On the level. Standard rich bitch into S&M games, no heavyweight contacts. Managed to get herself some clientele at the club into hard sado games, and it looks like she went with it for the money. Refitted the basement. Tacky and very seventies, so Carrie says. I sent her down to check it out anonymously last week. About three months ago one of the paid for masochists got hurt pretty bad and made a fuss. Cost Ms Townsend a lot of cash to stop that one in its tracks.’
‘So how’d she come to be talking to us?’
‘An opportunistic take basically. Grabbed a young woman from her own bar and used her for that night’s party. That left her with three problems: one, what to do with the girl now she had her; two, how to get more because the party went so well; and three, Carrie’s little chat after the party, explaining what happens to people who try to franchise Cruza operations without permission. Personally I think it was number three that got her attention.’
‘Think we should legitimize her operation, or peg her out for the crows in the desert?’
‘It could be made to work, and she’s compliant. We could always give it a couple of months before deciding if the little birdies need feeding or not.’
Rebecca smiled. ‘Okay, you get on it.’ The Inquisitor scanned the rest of the report. ‘Only other thing here is the possible Los Angeles account.’
‘Hannah Levis. Former porn actress with a hedonistic philosophy and a billion dollars from the sad death of her ex-husband. He was seventy-nine, so I think we’ve seen this movie before. Likes pretty girls, but we don’t have a handle on what her taste in games are yet. Just needs checking out. Basic sales call.’
‘Okay, but I want you on it. A billionaire could be a big account, so let’s bring it in.’
‘I’ll take a look at the club this morning, then fly up and talk to our lady in LA.’
‘Sounds good. Oh…’ Rebecca reached for the orange juice and smiled at her protégée. Amber was watching the Latina girl with undisguised enthusiasm as she wriggled around under McKenna’s robe, making all manner of sucking sounds. ‘And take Amber with you; she needs to see the business side of the operation. Just tell her to stay quiet and follow your lead. And take Megan, she can ride shotgun on the trip.’
Dakota nodded, and reached for another bagel.
The Rainbow Girl
Amber sat in the back seat of the metallic-blue BMW, next to Megan, while Dakota drove. Megan was wearing black sunglasses that cupped her eyes so no light could get in. Amber had a similar pair back in her room. Everyone in the Cruza wore them when they went into the desert, but the girl wondered why her personal assistant needed them in the air-conditioned, tinted window comfort of the expensive car.
After driving for around an hour and a half, passing around San Diego proper to the coastal part of town, Dakota pulled up outside a building in a deserted street full of small industrial units.
It was dingy and cool inside the Black Glass Bar. Sunlight streamed in through the main door, dimly lighting the faded décor, but only when the main door was fully shut did Megan remove the sunglasses. Amber smiled with understanding; her personal assistant now had perfect night vision, unaffected like everyone else by moving from the outside glare into the cool gloom.
Sabrina Townsend was a mildly attractive, average brunette in her early forties who was probably used to having her own way, and feeling decidedly nervous in the company of the notorious Cruza members. Two large men leaned on the bar at the back of the club trying to look menacing, and failing.
‘Those two,’ said Dakota, pointing at the men. ‘I want them out of here now.’
Sabrina Townsend swallowed visibly, and tried to hold her ground. ‘No, I’m afraid they stay until…’
The club owner never got to finish. Megan moved with impressive speed, pulling two electro-stun pistols from her jacket and firing at the men without warning. The two heavies jerked and twitched, falling heavily to the floor, unconscious. Megan sauntered over and began binding their hands with cable ties. Dakota stepped closer to the now scared looking Ms Townsend.
‘If you ever disobey a direct order again, you die.’ The lieutenant spoke calmly, which just increased her menace. ‘Clear?’
Sabrina Townsend nodded weakly, and then led her visitors to a far corner of the room. Behind a concealed door lay a flight of steps that led to a second, heavier locked door. Sabrina handed over the key.
‘Wait here,’ Dakota told the woman. Then the lieutenant motioned for Amber to come with her. Megan remained with the club owner.
Amber looked around the gloomy basement. ‘Yuk,’ she said.
Dakota laughed. ‘Couldn’t have put it better myself. Looks like a set from one of those old horror movies. I keep expecting Dracula to come leaping out from behind those drapes. Fuck, you just can’t buy class.’
They found a small side room containing a single iron-framed bed, with a stained mattress. Lying on it was Ms Townsend’s un-hired victim. The girl was tightly hog-tied, her breath rapid as she sucked in air through a cute, slightly upturned nose. A wide strip of duct tape stretched from cheek to
cheek, sealing her mouth. Two terrified eyes stared at the newcomers.
‘Interesting,’ said Dakota, pulling the girls matted fair hair away from her face. She looked the girl over for a few moments, and then led Amber back to the door. ‘That…’ Dakota jerked her head back in the direction of the terrified bundle, ‘…is what we call a rainbow girl.’ Amber looked at the lieutenant, puzzled. ‘On account of the pretty colors,’ the woman explained. ‘This’ll be good training for you. I want you to have a close look at her while I go talk to Townsend. She’s probably shitting her panties standing out there with Megan.’
Amber sat on the bed next to the captive, running her fingers over the girl’s body, feeling the raised lines where the cane had struck her. The teenager thought the rainbow girl looked beautiful. She gently peeled the duct tape from her lips, and the captive just lay there whimpering. Amber slipped a finger between the slightly swollen lips, and the abused girl began to suck on it, the feeling reminding Amber of a baby goat she’d once handled at the zoo. She guessed the frightened girl thought that’s what she wanted her to do, and while she sucked Amber fondled one of her exposed breasts. The rainbow girl winced as Amber roughly handled her tender flesh, but she didn’t stop sucking the finger in her mouth.
After a few minutes Amber slid her wet finger out and wiped it dry on the captive’s hair. Then she carefully replaced the duct tape, and stroked the girl’s breasts with both hands, giggling. She spent long minutes exploring the girl’s body, noting where her abusers had hurt her most. Tracing the lines of the cane on the girl’s inner thighs, even noting the red welts on her pussy lips. Strangely there were no stripes on her buttocks, but Amber noticed there were whip marks between her buttocks, striking directly across her anus. That was clever, noted the protégée. Someone with a lot of experience had worked on the girl, and she doubted it was Sabrina Townsend. Amber thought the club owner was actually pretty lame, looking like a total jerk when she’d tangled with Dakota and Megan.
A deal of sorts was agreed, though Ms Townsend had virtually no input but to signify that she would comply. The Cruza would supervise some refurbishment – at Ms Townsend’s expense – and would supply ‘toys’ for the regular customers. But there would also be house rules, and better security.
Amber mentioned to Dakota about the unusual way the captive girl had been whipped and the lieutenant was unusually pleased, then insisted Townsend divulge her client list. Sabrina confessed that this particular abuser had been a wealthy local lawyer. Dakota arranged a private visit; the woman was getting girls from somewhere, and it wasn’t from the Cruza.
The three then climbed back into the BMW and drove towards the small airfield that housed one of the Cruza’s private jets. They were being flown to Los Angeles for the second call of the day: to Mrs Hannah Levis, the recently widowed billionaire with a taste for female sex slaves.
‘You did well back there,’ Dakota said to the young protégée. ‘Tell you what; I’ll get you something nice for helping out. So what would you like? Some new clothes? Something pretty?’
Amber thought for a moment. ‘Dakota…’
‘Yes?’
‘I’d like the rainbow girl, please.’
Dakota laughed. ‘Sure babe, if that’s what you want.’
The Silver Bullet
Two Cruza women had delivered her first purchase a couple of days ago. The Mexican girl was drugged and completely untouched, just as agreed. She lay peacefully sleeping on Hannah’s large bed as her temporary owner slowly cut away sleeping beauty’s clothes with a pair of surgical scissors. Then she rolled the girl onto her front, removed the cord she was bound with and attached the necessary leather restraints.
Hannah waited until the girl was coming round before inserting the rubber gag – just as the Cruza women had instructed, so as to not risk choking her. Then just before the girl became fully awake Hannah attached the blindfold as a final touch. Then she sat, watching with growing excitement as the girl’s awareness slowly returned. The woman could barely resist fingering herself as she watched a state of panic consume the girl. It was delicious.
Training began early the next day. Hannah stretched the girl’s legs wide, and then unpacked the bag the Cruza women had given her. She inserted a cold steel gynecological instrument into the girl’s anus, following the enclosed instructions carefully. The blindfolded girl went wild with panic, thrashing around, but to no avail. The Cruza never scrimped on their play equipment, and the restraints were the best money could buy. But then, it wasn’t as if Hannah had to count the dollars. The gynecological tool was an expandable hollow tube that slid deep into the girl’s rectum.
Then Hannah took an inch long metal capsule from the bag, and raising the girl’s pelvis with one hand, slid the capsule down the tube so it was lost deep inside the unfortunate captive. Then she set about showing the girl the exact purpose of the very expensive suppository.
Hannah removed the girl’s blindfold and locked her ankle restraints together. ‘Okay,’ said the woman, smiling at the pair of beautiful but bewildered green eyes regarding her, ‘I want this to be a quick lesson, so forget all the crap running round inside your head and pay attention. You belong to me until I’m done with you. I’ll keep you for as long as you please me, and when I get bored I get to hand you back. But… and it’s a very important but… you will never be free again. Got that?’ Hannah watched the green eyes widen even more. ‘All you will ever have to think about for the rest of your worthless life is how to please whichever woman is currently renting you. But I get to be the first, and as you’re not trained yet they gave me that neat little thing in your butt.’
Hannah pressed a red button on a small remote she was holding, causing the metal capsule buried in the girl to emit a high voltage shock. She watched with amusement as the girl convulsed, arching her back in acute agony. Waves of pain rippled through the captive’s insides, then just as she was about to pass out the pain stopped.
‘Nifty little device, huh?’ Hannah gloated, looking at the little control with obvious admiration. ‘And the best thing is I don’t have to take it out to charge it. I just have to strap a box thing around your waist. Apparently it works a little like an electric toothbrush, or so they told me. Can’t remember the jargon, but it can charge the capsule without direct contact. Very, very neat.’ She chuckled and placed the remote on the bedside table. ‘So,’ she continued in a menacing tone, ‘let’s see how far I can make you go before I have to use it again.’
Hannah lay back on the cool black silk sheets that covered her large bed, her naked flesh reveling in the sensation. She arched her pelvis, forcing the silver strap-on dildo deeper into the young woman who straddled her. She smiled to herself as the girl gasped, the full eight-inches of the aluminum column driving deep into her vagina. The olive-skinned, dark-haired cutie was evidently not enjoying the experience as much as the woman beneath her. Hannah gazed lustfully at the girl’s tight stomach, and watched her small breasts jiggle as she desperately bounced up and down on the stout strap-on. The girl’s hands were bound behind her back, and Hannah could see the tension in those slim thighs as the exhausted girl lifted her body, sliding the thick dildo in and out of her cunt.
‘Work it, bitch,’ Hannah growled. ‘You’re getting lazy.’ She pulled roughly on the thin silver chains attached to the girl’s nipple rings, then lay back, smiling as she recalled putting the rings in the week before. That Cruza woman hadn’t objected. Shit, she could pay for anything she wanted. They’d even offered to do it for her, but where was the fun in that?
The piercing was a real homemade job. Hannah had tied the girl to the kitchen table and then pierced each of her nipples with a needle, before feeding the silver rings into place.
‘That’s enough, slut,’ Hannah said, in a bored tone. She turned sideways, throwing the girl onto the bed, and then she pulled her hips back, extracting the dildo from deep within the girl’s c
unt. There was a squelching sound and then a faint plop as the silver torpedo pulled free. ‘Maybe I should get a bigger one; that felt a little loose, didn’t you think?’ The woman laughed as she saw the worried look on the girl’s face, but her captive lay quietly while Hannah undid the straps that held the metal monster and slid the harness down her legs. She dropped the beast onto the floor, and heard it hit the carpet with a satisfyingly heavy clunk.
Hannah then grabbed the girl by her ponytail and dragged the exhausted wretch between her thighs. She unclipped the rubber gag and pulled her flushed face to her pussy and held it there. She then dug her heels into the small of the poor bitch’s back and began to undulate her pelvis, masturbating herself on her unwilling playmate’s face. The billionaire picked up a riding crop from the mattress and cracked it sharply across the girl’s exposed buttocks. ‘Let’s see if you can work that tongue better than you worked Metal Mary, shall we?’ She sighed blissfully; the girl could barely nod her head, let alone speak with a mouth full of sopping wet pussy.
A week later and Hannah was genuinely surprised at how enthusiastically the slave had worked to avoid the device. She looked like a typical dumb slut with more curves than brain cells, but she was obviously smart enough to know that being in a load of pain was worse than submitting to the perverse demands of the woman who held her captive.
