It was so intimately but deftly done that Vanessa automatically murmured, ‘Thank you.’
Sandra bobbed her head in acknowledgement, replaced the hose gun and resumed her position on her mat, leaving Vanessa to her thoughts.
They were trying to break her down with pain, pleasure and shame. She must not forget that, however good some bits might seem. It was all meant to confuse and discredit her when the time came to let her go. She had to stick to her principles and stay focused.
But it was so hard!
A large man entered the cell room. Immediately a broad grin spread across his face as he saw Vanessa displayed on the rack. He was the taller of the two security guards who had caught her … how long ago? A couple of hours, or a lifetime?
He loomed over Vanessa, standing between her spread legs and closely looking her naked and bound body up and down. A fresh shiver of arousal coursed through her as she saw a bulge growing in the front of his trousers. It was really happening. He was going to fuck her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. A wet trickle ran out of her cleft and down to the dark tight pucker of her anus. She could smell her own excitement.
‘Not so much fight in you now, girl, is there?’ he said.
‘No, sir,’ Vanessa said in a tiny voice.
He unzipped his trousers and pulled out a thick, purple-tipped erection, which he cupped in his hand for her to see.
‘Think you can take this up you?’
‘I’ll … have to, sir.’
‘Too right you will. But which hole’s going to be the more fun?’
‘Either, sir. I’ll … try my best to please you, sir. You’ll enjoy both. Just fuck me, sir, please fuck me!’
She was appalled by her own words, which seemed to flow from her without conscious thought. Was she desperate to get the ordeal over, or eager to get it started?
There was no foreplay. He simply braced himself against her waist with one hand and fed the head of his hard cock into the gaping tunnel of her vagina with the other. Then, taking firm hold of her hips, he rammed into her.
Vanessa gave a choking cry as he filled her passage to the hilt, withdrew a little way and then plunged in again. She squirmed and strained at her bonds, even as her internal muscles contracted about the rod of flesh reaming out her insides. There was nothing left for her to do but to respond naturally to her violation. The world had become a wonderfully simple place. She just accepted whatever was done to her. She had been mastered and now she must serve.
The guard was pumping into her faster and faster, thudding into her pubic mound without any thought for her comfort. His thrusts were making the frame of the rack shake and setting her breasts trembling. His eyes were half closed and his face contorted with concentration, focusing entirely on his own pleasure. But that was what she was there for: to give pleasure.
With a groan of dismay, she felt his sperm burst within her. Not again! She still hadn’t come. His hips jerked spasmodically, ejecting the last few drops. For a few seconds he stood hunched over her, breathing heavily, a faraway look of perfect satisfaction on his face. Then he slowly withdrew his glistening shaft from her reluctant passage and zipped himself up.
Vanessa ached with doubly unsatisfied need. She’d no idea denial could be such torture. She wanted to beg him to bring her off with his fingers, but knew it would do no good. What she wanted didn’t matter.
‘Thank you, sir,’ she choked out.
He grinned. ‘Hope we meet again.’ Then he turned and left the cell. It had all taken less than ten minutes.
As Sandra dutifully cleansed her once more, Vanessa wrestled with her disjointed thoughts.
She’d just had sex with a strange man while tied to a rack. Had it been rape? No, she’d begged him like a slut on heat. It had been her choice, in a way. Was this better than hours of public exposure before the perverts outside? Her choice, but look where it had got her. Why had Sir Harvey chosen her of all people to investigate Shiller? Why had she been so clever getting herself inside but not out again? Dare she ever write about how she felt right now?
She twisted her head round to look at Sandra, mute and hooded, placidly seated beside the rack. How could the girl be so perfectly calm, so … peaceful? Had the fight been driven out of her? If she was kept here long enough, would that happen to her?
Ten minutes later the stouter of the two guards entered her cell. Was he Josh or Harry? Did it matter?
He closed the door and immediately started undressing. In a minute he was naked, a slight paunch overhanging his swelling, protruding, purple-veined penis.
He circled the rack, examining Vanessa intently from all angles. She twisted her head to follow him with wide, anxious eyes, but she said nothing. The sense of utter helplessness combined with mounting excitement grew within her once more. Her nipples, which had softened slightly with waiting, now hardened again. Her hot, gaping holes ached to be filled. She was nothing but a slut on heat who needed serving.
The man stepped nearer and gently touched her cheek, then her shoulder. He rubbed the soft hollow of her armpit, he squeezed her pectorals, circled her abused breasts with his fingertips, pinched and rolled her nipples, kneaded the trembling flesh of her stomach and ran his palms over her widespread inner thighs. With the satisfaction of a connoisseur he cupped her wet cleft mound, tugged her pubic hair and ground his thumb into the hard bud of her clitoris.
His erection was standing out rock-hard now, and Vanessa saw a drop of natural lubrication glistening on its tip. She knew that rod of flesh would soon be inside her.
His thumb slid down her cleft and into the dripping mouth of her vagina, while his forefinger slipped easily past the sphincter of her greased anus and tickled the soft elastic tunnel within. She was so open, so ready. Vanessa closed her eyes and groaned in ecstasy at his teasing touch. Yes, he would bring her the release she craved. It was wonderful …
Thwack!
Vanessa gave a shriek of surprise at the band of fire that exploded across her bottom. She opened her eyes to find the man had taken a cane from the wall rack and lashed it across her taut buttocks and bulging mound of Venus. A second and third blow followed in quick succession. She jerked at her bonds, the tendons of her inner thighs standing out as she tried futilely to close them.
After six cuts, the man threw the cane aside, positioned himself between Vanessa’s scarlet buttocks and rammed his cock into the dark pit of her bottom.
Vanessa gasped as the piston of flesh parted her tight orifice. She’d never had proper anal sex. The rubber dildo had not prepared her for the feel of a real penis forcing its way up her most intimate entrance. She felt shamed, disgusted, violated … and more excited and aroused than she had ever known.
Desperately she jerked her hips the few centimetres her straps allowed and clenched her anal ring in a forlorn attempt to keep him inside her forever. His sperm pumped into her entrails as her own orgasm erupted, sending her body into a wild spasm.
‘Thank you …’ she screamed aloud.
When Vanessa became aware of her surroundings again through her post-orgasmic haze, the man was gone and Sandra was flushing his sperm out of her rectum.
But this time, before returning to her mat, Sandra gently stroked and patted Vanessa’s stinging thighs, her swollen pudenda and tender bottom cheeks. Vanessa was puzzled by the unexpected gesture. Was it meant as commiseration or encouragement? Perhaps both. Shortly afterwards, Miss Kyle arrived and Sandra was led away. Vanessa wondered whether she would see her again or ever know what she looked like under that mask.
Miss Kyle released the straps and clamps that had held her so firmly to the rack and tilted it upright. Unsupported, Vanessa slithered to the floor with a groan of pain. Her limbs were locked in the position she had been bound in. Miss Kyle chuckled as Vanessa twitched and squirmed painfully. ‘Don’t worry, girl, you’ll get over it.’
She then clamped Vanessa’s ankle with a metal cuff from which trailed a length of chain. As life gradual
ly returned to Vanessa’s limbs, Miss Kyle made her crawl to a corner of the room where a rubber mat had been laid out, locking the end of the chain to a ring in the wall. Numbed and aching, hugging her sore groin, Vanessa curled up in a ball and fell into an exhausted sleep.
‘Wake up, Vanessa …’
Vanessa jerked suddenly into shocking alertness. Memory flooded back and her cheeks reddened with shame. It hadn’t been a dream. Shiller and Miss Kyle were standing over her. She shrank back into the corner, instinctively trying to cover her breasts and pubes, causing Miss Kyle to smile.
‘It’s half past eleven,’ the Director said briskly. ‘Shortly you will contact your editor, assure him you are well and that there is no need to call the police. You will arrange to meet him in person later this afternoon and he will drive you back to your flat.’ She saw the expression of hope on Vanessa’s face. ‘Naturally, we shall take precautions to ensure you do not reveal what you have discovered.’ She pointed to the bench on which an odd assortment of items had been laid out. ‘Our research department has some experience in producing specialised devices to control the activities of young women. They will ensure you say and do only what we allow …’
‘On your feet, girl!’ Miss Kyle ordered.
Vanessa was made to stand with her legs spread, back straight, breasts thrust out and hands clasped behind her head, lifting her thick mane of hair off her shoulders. The Director looked her over, noting the fading cane marks on her breasts and buttocks. Despite the punishment they had undergone, Vanessa felt her teats swelling and hardening painfully under her gaze. She hung her head in shame at her display, but the Director merely smiled.
‘First, we must be able to monitor your actions at a distance and communicate with you in turn …’
Miss Kyle pressed a slim, contoured metal plate to the nape of Vanessa’s neck just below the hairline. From each end of the box thin transparent arms curved round to her ears, where they divided into an upper loop, which extended over the top of each ear and round into the earholes, and a lower section tipped by a slim metal bar that slipped through her pierced earlobes from underneath. The bars folded over, pointing forwards and locking themselves into place.
‘You will receive instructions through the earphones. The bars of the earrings contain optical fibre lenses connected to a camera and transmitter with a range of several kilometres. We shall be able to see what you are doing at all times.’
Next came a thin metal-strap choker band. Contacts on the inside of the band pressed against Vanessa’s skin just under her Adam’s apple. At the back it locked into the same metal plate as the camera and earphones.
‘The band incorporates both external and throat microphones, so that we can hear you even if you whisper or sub-vocalise. It can also control your speech, but we’ll come to that in a moment …’
Miss Kyle held up what looked like a normal underwired white bra. But inside at the apex of the cups were bare metal rings. As Miss Kyle fitted the bra on to her, Vanessa bit her lip as small sprung points concealed within the rings pricked against the sides of her erect nipples.
‘The contacts can deliver various forms of stimulation,’ Shiller said, confirming Vanessa’s worst fears.
The last item was a white hipster thong to match the bra. But what caused Vanessa to gulp in dismay were the two dildo-like projections that extended from the inside of the crotch. They were moulded of black rubber with metal strips set into their sides. The rear prong was somewhat bulbous with a tapered neck, the forward more lifelike.
‘The phalluses contain the system batteries and other control devices,’ Shiller explained.
She trembled as Miss Kyle pulled the thong on to her, gasping as the dildos plugged her front and rear. Her anus stretched almost painfully wide until the bulbous anterior dildo slipped inside her and her muscle ring could close over its narrower neck with relief. Despite appearances, the thong was not elasticated, so she could not simply slide it off. It was locked in place by the integral clip in the back strap.
‘Apart from other functions, the phalluses will remind you at all times that we control the most intimate and vulnerable parts of your body,’ Shiller said. ‘It will be easier for you if you remember that.’
Vanessa gulped.
Miss Kyle plugged a flat, segmented metal cable into a socket at the back of the thong. The cable hugged the curve of Vanessa’s spine, connecting in turn to the bra, choker and earphone camera plate.
‘All the casings are titanium and the fabric itself is reinforced by titanium mesh,’ Shiller explained. ‘It is a hard metal and cannot be cut by ordinary tools. All the fastenings are electronically activated. You will only be able to remove the devices when we allow.’
Shiller seated herself on the bench, rested a laptop on her knees and plugged in a headset and microphone.
Miss Kyle unfastened the ankle cuff that had secured Vanessa to the wall. For the first time in hours she was free of any obvious physical restraint. But she knew that freedom was an illusion.
‘I, or whoever is controlling you remotely through this system, will be referred to as “Monitor”, and you will be known as “Puppet”,’ Shiller said. ‘All we require is that you obey your orders without question. Obedience will be rewarded, insubordination will be punished, like so …’ She touched a control on the laptop.
Vanessa tensed, but felt only a light tingling, first about her nipples, then the soft flesh of her anus, then deep inside her cleft. The sensation moved about her like an intimate caress. It was unexpectedly warming and arousing, and she began to respond, squirming and wriggling helplessly.
‘That was a reward. But if you are unco-operative …’
It felt as if hot needles were stabbing through her nipples, vagina and rectum. With a shriek she fell to the ground, clawing futilely at the torturing underwear.
Then the pain was gone, leaving behind only a lingering ache. Vanessa sobbed and gasped with relief. She had thought what she had already suffered had been severe, but it had been nothing so intense, so intimate as this.
‘Stand up!’ the Director commanded.
Vanessa sprang to her feet and stood to attention, shivering with fear.
‘That was close to maximum stimulation,’ the Director said. ‘I trust I will not have to use it again?’
‘No, Director,’ Vanessa said, hating herself even as she spoke.
‘Good. Shortly you will phone Mr Enwright. Despite this demonstration, you might think it worthwhile to give him some sort of warning. This will not be permitted. The choker you wear senses your speech patterns and compares them to whatever words you are being instructed to say. Any significant deviation will be detected and cut short like this …’
Vanessa felt a stabbing sensation in her throat that locked her vocal cords and made her gasp.
‘… followed by whatever disciplinary stimulus is judged appropriate. Do you understand?’
Vanessa nodded.
The Director held up Vanessa’s phone, which was now connected to a small black box displaying a glowing green light. ‘This relay will enable the phone to operate down here. Now we will rehearse with you repeating my words exactly …’
Ten minutes later, Vanessa rang Enwright.
‘Mr Enwright? It’s Vanessa.’
‘Vanessa! Are you all right? It’s nearly twelve. I was getting worried …’
Vanessa heard Shiller’s words in her ear and repeated them obediently. ‘I’m fine, but I can’t talk for long. I haven’t seen anything out of the ordinary yet, but I think I’ve found a way to do a proper investigation on Shiller from the inside. Be waiting to pick me up about five-thirty and I’ll tell you if it worked out. Bye …’
She rang off.
Shiller smiled and Vanessa felt a pleasant tingle course through her loins. She had been rewarded. An electronic pat on the head for an obedient dog performing a trick to order. She felt sick.
‘Good,’ Shiller said. ‘We have a few more hours of grace.
Next we will check the system functions remotely. Go outside and I’ll direct you further …’
Miserably, Vanessa crossed to the cell door. Although she was now at least half-dressed, she recoiled at facing the shadowy figures she had sensed earlier peering in on her humiliating exposure. But like any puppet, she had no choice.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped out into the mews.
Four
THE MEWS WAS full of naked slave-girls.
There were a few older men and women in office shirt-sleeves, standing out amid the display of bare flesh, but quite unconcernedly the slave-girls flowed around them, chattering among themselves and peering into windows like shoppers in any town arcade. They had different-coloured collars round their necks; some were barefoot while others wore sandals or even high-heels. Bracelets and bangles hung round wrists and ankles, while rings sparkled about ears, nipples and labia. They carried purses and ribbons festooned their hair. But they were undeniably slaves.
What they did not have, as far as Vanessa could see, was any other visible means of restraint apart from their collars. No chains, leashes or whips. She could not make sense of it.
‘Turn left, Puppet,’ Shiller’s voice sounded in Vanessa’s ear, snapping her out of her confusion.
She received a few curious glances as she walked along the mews in her new underwear. Everybody else was either fully dressed or bare. But nobody said anything or obstructed her.
Some of the cells had raised their one-way mirror windows and put out stands on which papers and magazines, fruits and sweets, perfume and ribbons, footwear and jewellery were on display. They looked almost like any other small shop, except none she had ever seen had a naked slave-girl serving behind the counter. Each illuminated cell had its own helpless captive on show.
Vanessa’s mind spun as she tried to take in the contrast. Naked abused flesh next door to newspapers. Or was pretty, bound flesh merely another kind of produce to be bought and sold down here in this perverted underworld?
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