She nodded.
He pulled the tape back from her lips far enough for her to speak.
‘We can please you, all of you,’ she said in a rush. ‘We are lesbians but we also like men. And you wouldn’t believe how perverted we are! You want to watch us fuck and we’ll do it any way you want. We’re really good. And we’ve got incredible sex toys in that cupboard. You can try them out on us and –’
The phone-man cocked his head as though listening and then pressed the tip of his knife a little harder against her nipple. ‘That’s not what he wants to hear. He wants you to do a job for him or else your girlfriend gets hurt. Say yes and it’ll save her a lot of grief and after the job’s done you both go free.’
Vanessa shivered. So that was why they had arranged them together like this. Whatever they did to Kashika she would have to witness every intimate detail while face to face with her. And the purpose was not simple sadism but to force her to cooperate in some scheme. Of course she would do anything to herself to spare Kashika, but she could not simply agree blindly to undertake some nameless ‘job’, even if she did trust the three men, and whoever was employing them, to keep their word. How did she know they really would be set free afterward? Her eyes flicked sideways to Kashika who shook her head slightly. She hoped that meant she understood.
Spinning her response out as much as she dared, she said: ‘I don’t want Kashika hurt, of course I don’t … but I have to know what this job is before I can promise anything. You can’t expect me just to say yes. Can you tell me more about –’
‘This is getting nowhere!’ A harsh electronically distorted voice had come from the laptop speakers, causing the men to flinch. The glowing pupil at the centre of the eye pulsed in time with the words, making the image seem eerily alive. ‘Don’t waste any more time being kind to that slut! She doesn’t deserve it. Shut her up and get on with the job I paid you for! I’ll talk to her again after she’s seen what you do to her girlfriend. It doesn’t matter how much you mark her. Maybe then this one will be more cooperative …’
Kashika was trembling. The phone-man shrugged and pressed the tape back over Vanessa’s lips. ‘Sorry. Any other time and I’d have taken you up on that offer, but like he said we’ve been paid to do a job and I always deliver. Nothing personal …’
They buckled a long strap about their waists and pulled it tight. Kashika could squirm about on top of Vanessa but she could not pull free. Then they spread her legs and cuffed and tied her ankles to the insides of Vanessa’s own widespread feet. Over Kashika’s shoulder Vanessa could see in the mirror the perfect smooth brown double swell of her buttocks above the ‘V’ of her own thighs. Framed between them the plump clefts of their pussies seemed to be kissing.
The phone-man took a couple of leather tawse straps mounted on wooden handles from his bag and handed them to his companions, who slapped them experimentally across their gloved palms. ‘We’re going to use these on your girlfriend’s arse the first time round,’ the phone-man told Vanessa. ‘If you don’t do what he says, or if you doublecross him, then we have another go using these …’ He took out another pair of straps with metal studs in them.
Vanessa flinched at the sight of them while Kashika whimpered. They’d tear Kashika’s flesh to pieces. The man behind the eye on the screen must know she could never let them use something so cruel. The first use of the plain tawse would prove they meant business while the threat of the studded versions would keep her in line. Why hadn’t she agreed earlier? Now it was too late and Kashika was going to get a beating. She looked into Kashika’s eyes in desperate anguish, only to see fear mastered by calm resolution. She was so brave! She would survive this. And all the time they spent on beating her improved their chances.
The two men took up positions on either side of the bed, lined up on Kashika’s upraised bottom and began their merciless task.
The swish and crack of leather on flesh filled the bedroom. Kashika jerked with every blow, grinding her body against Vanessa’s as her face contorted in pain and her eyes filled with tears. And Vanessa had to look into her eyes and share her pain, while in the mirror she could see maroon stripes multiplying across her buttocks and merging into spreading blooms of hot tanned flesh.
Vanessa hated the cruelty, callousness and motives behind what was being forced upon her lover, and yet, despite her very real fear of what might happen next, she was at the same time helplessly aroused. Her nipples were hard and pressing into Kashika’s breasts and her pussy was wet with the friction against Kashika’s mound. And Kashika was responding the same way! Vanessa could feel the heat in her and the wetness from her cleft seeping into hers. Bless their perverse sluttish natures for being their greatest strength!
The men did not know any better, did not understand what it meant to wear Shiller collars. They were only given to natural masochists and submissives who knew how to turn pain into pleasure and embraced suffering. The man behind the eye on the screen was misguided. He could imagine no other way of getting what he wanted from them except to employ sexual sadism. Perhaps he was getting off on it, in which case more fool he! Kashika could survive what ordinary women could not. She was strong in a way he could not dream of! Even now through her tears Vanessa saw the faraway look of one being transported by the pain to a special place ordinary people could not understand. Perhaps they expected immediate surrender, but instead they were simply wasting more time.
Suddenly the voice of the eye rasped: ‘You two! You wanted to have them earlier, well now’s your chance. You can both fuck the Indian girl. One up her fanny and the other her arsehole so it hurts. Make that one underneath know you mean it! If she doesn’t cooperate after I’ve talked to her you can have her as well while she watches her girlfriend get her arse lashed to shreds!’
The men dropped their tawse straps and fought to be first while the phone-man looked on with what Vanessa sensed was dismay. His mysterious pay-master was usurping his authority before his eyes. This was not going as planned.
Number two won the struggle. With a triumphant ‘You can have her bum …’ he tore open his flies, knelt between Kashika’s splayed legs and rammed his stiff cock up her cleft. Kashika gave a muffled grunt and her tear-reddened eyes went wide. Vanessa gasped as his weight bore down on Kashika and then herself. His masked face loomed over Kashika’s shoulder, eyes hollow with lust as he pumped into her.
Another mistake, Vanessa thought with silent triumph as she saw Kashika’s eyes roll up. A hard cock was the reward after the foreplay of pain. It was meant to humiliate and degrade, but to a Shiller girl that was the normal way of things. It was not a shameful thing to her. The man behind the eye was getting carried away with their humiliation when he could have employed the threat of real brutal sexless torture to get what he wanted faster. She didn’t think a woman would have made that mistake. Never mix business with pleasure.
His thrusting cock was making Kashika’s vulva bulge, grinding her erect clit deeper into Vanessa’s own cleft. What wonderful twisted delight, she thought. Now she was getting seriously excited as well. Bring it on, bring it on …
The man grunted and came inside Kashika, then slumped forward over her, his sudden dead weight driving the breath from Vanessa’s lungs. But she did not have to endure it for long. His companion hauled him aside and took his place between their spread legs.
‘Up her arse!’ the angry distorted voice rasped from the laptop. ‘I want to hear her pain!’
The man prised Kashika’s sore buttocks apart and rammed his prick into the dusky hole between them with brutal force. Kashika gave a squeak of pain as he forced her tight passage open. Vanessa knew he would find it a clean, hot, tight, ready-greased welcoming haven, used to entertaining rampant penises. Kashika had been trained to respond to lust in any form with passion. She could not help it, and neither could Vanessa.
She felt man two’s sperm dribbling from Kashika’s pussy onto her own as the repeated impacts of the sodomite’s thrusts against Kashik
a’s haunches were grinding them together. It was filthy but exciting. Their bodies were now lubricated by a sticky sheen of sweat. Forget this is for real; pretend it’s a game, Vanessa thought. Turn it on its head. Defy them by enjoying it.
Even as man three gasped and spent inside Kashika’s rectum, filling it with his sperm, Vanessa and Kashika bucked and squirmed with passionate muffled moans of delight. The man pulled out of Kashika’s behind, his cock trailing sticky threads over her thighs, but nothing could stop them now. Here’s your show! Vanessa thought wildly as lust burst inside her.
‘They’ve bloody well both cum!’ she heard the phone-man exclaim quietly.
‘What the fuck are they?’ number two said with incredulous admiration.
We’re Shiller girls, Vanessa thought proudly.
‘I said you were to hurt her!’ the screen voice blared out, cutting through the respectful pause. Hatred and frustration was clear even through the harsh artificial distortion. ‘Take the Indian away and wire this one up! I’ll deal with her myself!’
Kashika’s limp body was unstrapped and hauled off Vanessa, who lay sweat-streaked and exhausted on the bed. She had one last anguished sight of her lover as men two and three dragged her back though to the sitting room then she was gone. We’ve done our best, she thought.
Meanwhile the phone-man took more equipment out of the holdall.
There was a small metal-cased box fitted with multi-pin sockets that he placed at the foot of the bed between Vanessa’s spread feet. Uncoiling an extension cable he found a wall socket and plugged the box into the mains. A red light lit up on the box. Vanessa shivered at the sight, feeling new dread steal over her.
He took out a bondage bridle with a split rubber bit. Fastened to the cheek rings of the bridle was a plastic box with a socket fitting and a miniature gas cartridge.
Tubes from the cartridge fed into the bit. Tearing the tape from Vanessa’s lips he buckled the bridle about her head. She clamped her mouth shut, resisting the bit. Anything to waste a few seconds more. He drew his knife again and pressed it meaningfully against her right nipple.
‘You’ve shown you’ve got nerve, girl, but don’t waste my time,’ he said grimly.
Vanessa opened her mouth.
He forced her tongue through the slot in the bit. It seemed loosely fitted and she found she could still move her tongue about a little. She could probably even talk. Then he twisted a valve on the gas cartridge. There was a hiss as rubber bladders on the top and bottom of the bit suddenly inflated, filling her mouth and holding her tongue firm. She was very effectively gagged once more.
Next from the holdall was a dildo with its rubber-sheathed sides studded with metal contacts. It had a pair of spring clamps fitted to its base that also housed a socket fitting. He forced this into her vagina and closed the base clamps about her inner labia, holding it firmly in place. Vanessa whimpered. The clamps had spiked teeth.
He took out a bundle of cables. Two connected the bridle and dildo to the control box. Two more had crocodile clips on the ends. These he clamped about her nipples and the other ends he plugged into the box. Then he carefully plumped up her pillow, raising her head so she could look down the length of her wired-up body to the control box. Bringing over the laptop he mounted it on top of the control box and used the last cable to link the two. A green bulb lit up on the box front.
‘It’s working,’ said the voice behind the eye. ‘Now get out and don’t come back until I call you …’
With a last, almost regretful look back at Vanessa, the phone-man closed the door.
For a moment there was silence as Vanessa stared at the eye on the screen, fighting to control her fear. Then the bladders round her bit deflated with a hiss, leaving her tongue relatively free.
‘I’ve been waiting for this moment for months, you deceiving bitch!’ the voice spat out. The eye faded from the screen to reveal the head and shoulders of a thickset man in his late fifties, with grizzled hair, a heavy jaw, and a cigar in one hand.
The last time Vanessa had seen that face it had also been peering at her from a TV screen. It had been in the conference room of the Daily Globe, the paper he owned and she had once worked for. He had set her the task of going undercover to expose Shiller’s secret business activities. What she had not known at the time was that he secretly ran a far less ethical slave business of his own and wanted incriminating evidence to blackmail Shiller’s, not expose it. But after she had discovered her own slavish nature and been converted to Shiller’s ways and returned a negative report, he had revealed the thug and bully beneath the bluff public façade. Knowing at last where her loyalties lay she had resigned on the spot with the suggestion that he screwed himself …
‘Harvey-fucking-Rochester!’ she said with contempt, her words slurred by the bit clamped about her tongue.
Her bit inflated. Lights flashed on the front of the control box. Burning pain stabbed though her nipples. Her back arched and the balloon bit plugging her mouth absorbed a shriek of pain.
‘That’s Sir Harvey, to you, Buckingham, and don’t you forget it!’ he snarled, his voice no longer distorted except by natural anger.
The current ceased to flow and her bit deflated, leaving her breathing raggedly. Her nipples stung and throbbed and felt like they had been scorched, but they looked undamaged.
She sobbed: ‘You don’t deserve any title except bastard of the year you … mmffhh … eeekk!’
Her mouth had filled and the current hammered through her again. When it was over she was left trembling and fearful she would suffer some real harm. On the other hand, while he was punishing her for not flattering his ego, more time was passing. But did she have the courage to keep this up? Fortunately Rochester had things to say for himself.
‘You went over to Shiller even though you were working for me!’ he growled. ‘I had you watched until I was sure. Seeing that Indian girl come calling, seeing the collars you tried to hide. Then I knew you’d sold out. I should have employed somebody with some guts, not a slut who’d open her legs at the sight of a collar. This is what you get for siding with Shiller against me!’
This time it was the dildo, sending jolt after searing jolt tearing through her vagina. Spikes of electricity seemed to be stabbing through her. Cruelly stimulated, the muscles of her sheath went into spasm, clenching about the dildo as though embracing its searing pain. Her hips jerked and thudded on the bed uncontrollably.
Then the current ceased and she sagged, whimpering and twitching fitfully. Her gag deflated. Rochester’s triumphant laughter assailed her ears.
‘Nobody crosses me, understand!’
Vanessa knew she had to play up to him at the same time as stringing him along. To do so meant digging deep into her masochistic side to find the pleasure in what he was doing to her. Forget who he was. She was chained to a bed with an electric dildo up her fanny and crocodile clips on her nipples. The remote-controlled bridle gag was neat, muffling her screams so as not to alert the neighbours and denying her the power of speech at his whim. He was a client who wanted to see her broken and humbled, to enjoy playing the master. This was what she enjoyed … but she had to put up a show of resistance.
‘When you gave me the job you forgot to mention you were also in the slave business!’ she retorted feebly then whimpered when the clamps about her labia seemed to sink electric teeth into her tender flesh lips.
‘Call me “Sir”, you cheating slut!’ Rochester snarled. ‘So we’re both in the girlflesh business? What’s the difference?’
‘Because the Director honestly cares about us, while to you we’re just pieces of meat, you misogynistic bastard … mmffhh …’
He sent a jolt through her nipples and then up her vagina, back and forth. And while she bucked and writhed and jerked on her chains Rochester thundered: ‘Shiller’s a freak and I’m going to bring her down! And you’re going to help, you treacherous little slut …’
Vanessa surrendered to the pain. It was all stim
ulation and was so terrible it was wonderful. It was an electric screw, the biggest one ever, and she was going to cum in his face and he wouldn’t know! There was a starburst inside her, drenching the dildo with her juices. The raw thrill of it was too much and her bladder cut loose, pumping urine over the sheets between her legs. Yes! For a few seconds the pain was wrapped in joy. Then, twitching and sobbing, she sank back onto the steaming sheets, her chest heaving, utterly spent, letting darkness close about her even as Rochester was shouting: ‘Don’t you dare faint on me! Don’t you dare …’
She was roused by a slap on the cheek. The earphone man stood over her. Beyond him the red eye floated on the laptop screen again. Her nipples and vagina throbbed in agony as though they had been burned. The cold, urine-stained sheet clung to her bottom and thighs.
‘She’s coming round,’ he said. ‘If you want to get something out of her next time don’t shock her so hard.’
‘When I want your advice I’ll ask for it,’ Rochester’s disguised voice grated. ‘Now get back outside until I call you.’
Cold-eyed, the phone-man left the room. Rochester’s image replaced the eye on the screen. ‘Not so arrogant now, are you, lying there in your own piss,’ he chortled in his own voice, gloating at Vanessa’s dishevelled body. ‘I’d like to see you whipped until you bleed for betraying me, but I don’t want to leave any marks for tomorrow. Because tomorrow you’re going to finish the job you started.’
Desperately she gathered her senses to play her part. She was not sure she had the courage to face another shock like the last, but it had bought some more time. Hopefully it was enough. She dare not risk pushing him to bring Kashika back in to face the studded belts. Now she had to start giving ground. Would he believe her capitulation? Yes, because he believed in his own supreme power. She had to let the fear show on her face and give him a small token of surrender. She was crushed, broken, beaten. He was her master …
‘How?’ she asked feebly.
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