Danielle pulled off Maria's boots. Actually, she almost had to peel them off, they fit her that snugly. By the time Danielle had succeeded in removing the first one, Maria had slipped off her gloves, removed her cape, and was working on her corset. Maria's bared foot was sweaty. But the only odour was that of the leather. Danielle found that it turned her on. It was a strong, slender foot, well pedicured, but rough-soled. Maria obviously spent a lot of time working out barefoot on a rough floor.

By the time Danielle had removed the other, Maria had unlaced her corset. She had slipped off her shoulder-holster first, and now pulled the corset off over her head. Maria's breasts were indeed small but firm, perfect little peaches, round and unsagging, with long, thick brick-red nipples. Her belly was flat and hard, and she had a deep, sexy navel. But it was such a slender middle, it lost none of its femininity.

As Maria went to work on her skirt next, she looked into Danielle's eyes. "What are you waiting for?" she snarled sexily. "Strip naked, little bitch."

Danielle obeyed with a mix of fear and fascination. She removed her dress, her eyes never leaving Maria's body. She put the dress atop the pile created by Maria's discarded clothing. Maria, meanwhile, took off her skirt and was naked. Knowing how intently Danielle was studying her, she spread her legs to give her a look. She had a tight ass and firm thighs. Her pussy was a long narrow slit of fleshy pink. It looked very good against the background of a hairless crotch.

"Now that we're both nice and bare, what games shall we play?" Maria purred. There was something deliciously threatening in her tone. She locked eyes with Danielle. "Any suggestions, my pet?" Danielle shook her head hesitantly. "Then I'll just have to make it up as I go. My feet are sweaty, Danielle. Why don't you be a good girl and lick them clean while I figure out what to do with you." She stretched out her legs and held her feet up before Danielle's face.

Danielle ran her tongue over her lips and bent her face towards them. Maria jabbed the toes of one right through her parted lips. Danielle bit back a startled cry, and began to suck on it. It was a task with which she had some familiarity. She ran her agile tongue over and between the toes. They tasted salty, but not bad. Maria was obviously a very clean woman. Danielle thought she could learn to live with this job.

"Oh! You do that well, darling. You really have a very talented tongue! You have no idea how good having your feet sucked feels after a long day's work." Maria sighed with pleasure. "I'm going to have to find a way to suitably reward you for this. Something absolutely ghastly!"

The car swerved rather violently then, jostling them. Danielle, startled by this, fell back and accidently bit down on one of Maria's toes. That drew a yelp and a giggle. Maria pulled her feet back, scampered up onto the car seat and switched on the intercom. All the while she stole glances at Danielle and shook her head in mock disappointment. "Gereti, I know you're in a hurry, dear, but if you don't get us there in one piece, how are you going to enjoy this bit of ass?"

"I'm sorry," Gereti's voice came back, "but the thought of the two of you having all sorts of fun back there is making me wild! You haven't started working her over yet have you?"

Maria laughed. "No, but I'm going to right now. The bitch bit my foot!"

"Ooh," Gereti didn't sound impressed. "I'll bet that really hurt."

"Actually, I liked it," Maria confessed. "But as mistress Adelle says, it's the principle of the thing. One shouldn't bite one's betters unless asked."

Gereti's pout could be heard in her tone. "You're just looking for an excuse to hurt her without me."

"Maybe," Maria's smile then made Danielle shudder, "but I'll leave the sound on so you can enjoy her screams too."

"You're all heart," Gereti sighed.

Maria laughed and adjusted the intercom controls. Then she got back down on the floor and made some seductive moaning noises. "Could you hear that love?"

"Perfectly, you bitch. That's torture, you know."

"Ain't that the truth! Now sit back, listen, and drive!"

Maria looked at Danielle. "Lie down on your stomach and put your hands behind your back."

Danielle did as she was told, but not before giving Maria frightened, lost puppy dog look that nearly made the sadistic young woman cream. Maria licked her lips, and slid out a drawer hidden under one of the seats. She took out a pair of gleaming steel handcuffs. Giving Danielle no time to change her mind, she quickly snapped them shut about the pretty wrists. She tightened them until her charge cried out. Then, satisfied, she had Danielle turn back over.

"Now, isn't that much more comfortable?" she mocked the poor young woman. "Next, I want you to lift your legs straight up perpendicular to your torso. That should be easy for you."

Danielle did as she was told. Maria pulled a pair of hooks from the secret drawer and screwed each one into slots in the limousine's roof. They ended up implanted about four feet apart. Maria then drew from the drawer two short lengths of chain each of which ended in a steel cuff. The cuffs were snapped around each of Danielle's ankles.

"Spread your legs now, bitch," Maria ordered her charge. She pulled on each chain in turn and slid a link from each over one of the hooks. The result was that Danielle's legs were nicely splayed open and her privates were sufficiently exposed for Maria's purposes.

"Ooh, Gereti! You should see how nice she looks with her legs bound apart! I can't wait to get to work on her!"

"Stop rubbing it in," came the irate reply, "and get going. Let me hear her scream."

"As you wish, darling." Maria then looked deeply into Danielle's eyes. "I hope you're ready to suffer a little. What I'll do to you won't be anywhere as bad as what you might have to put up with from the Mistress. And if you can't please her, she'd be forced to, uh, terminate your employment." The wicked way she smiled then made her meaning clear. "Now let's see what I've got for you."

She slid the first drawer shut and popped open a second one. "This one is for torture devises rather than restraints," she commented casually. She rummaged about in it intently. Danielle had to raise her head slightly to watch her through her bound legs. Maria noticed her squirming and smiled. "Perhaps I was a little premature! You still have way too much freedom of movement! Well, I'll take care of that right now!"  

Going back to first drawer, Maria withdrew a pair of leather straps. The first was about an inch wide and a bit over a foot long. The second was two inches wide, and about a yard long. Maria crawled back over to Danielle. The first strap went across her forehead. Danielle couldn't see how, but it was affixed somehow to the floor. The second strap went across her torso, just above her breasts. It too was secured somehow to the limo's floor. The straps were tight enough to restrict her movement, but caused her no discomfort. She could no longer lift or turn her head, or shift her torso.

"There! That should teach you to mind your own business!" Maria snickered playfully. She went back to gathering her torture implements. "I was going to take it easy on you, but now I'm beginning to think you need a real lesson in pain! We can't have you behaving like that in the Mistress's presence, can we? I know just how to teach you some proper slave manners. After all, I had to undergo the exact same lessons myself only a few years ago."

She had taken a number of items out of the drawer and put them in a little box. She shut the drawer and moved back over to Danielle. She swung a leg over her victim-to-be's luscious torso. She was straddling Danielle's breasts. Due to her inability to move her head, Danielle had to strain to catch a glimpse of pussy. Maria smiled wickedly. She picked up something out of the little box. Keeping it hidden in the palm of her hand, she slid back a little further, and bent her face over Danielle's. "Close your eyes and stick out your tongue!"

Danielle hesitated. Maria lost the smile and slapped her across the face with the palm of the empty hand, drawing a cry. "Let's get something straight! This is not a game! When someone gives you an order, you obey immediately. You do not get a vote!" She slapped Danielle again. "Is that understood? Is it?"

"Yes, Mistress Maria," Danielle sobbed quietly.

Maria slapped her again. "No one told you that you could talk! You are a stupid bitch! Do you understand?" She smacked Danielle.

Tears streamed down Danielle's cheeks. She tried to nod silently, but her head was restrained! Maria slapped her again. She wanted a reply, and Danielle wasn't sure how to give it!

Maria smacked her again, harder. "I can keep this up all day, you know. Though eventually I may decide to use a whip rather than my hand! I'm waiting, bitch! If you don't show me you understand, I'm going to recommend you for immediate termination on the grounds of terminal stupidity!"

"No, please!" Danielle sobbed.

"Shut the fuck up!" Maria growled, hitting her again. Through her tears Danielle saw that her tormentor had lost all semblance of playfulness. As Maria drew her hand back again, Danielle closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

The blow didn't land. "Well, it took you long enough to figure it out! You are slow. But at least you're not incurably dumb! Now just stay that way for a second longer!"

Danielle did as she was told, trying not to sob out loud. Her face hurt! Maria's slim fingers grasped her tongue. Danielle fought an urge to withdraw it. It was just as well. Maria was using her sharp, pointy nails to get a good grip. She knew something nasty was coming, but she couldn't back out. She was really scared now. This scene no longer felt like a harmless game.

Something snapped sharply closed on her tongue. Danielle screeched. Dozens of short little teeth bit into her tender organ. They lined the insides of some sort of metal clamp. She heard Maria say, "You can open your eyes now." There was a giggle back in her voice.

Danielle did so to find Maria holding a small mirror above her face. "You look so sexy like this, I thought you'd want to see it," the sexy sadist said.

Danielle looked into the mirror and saw that her the clamp holding her tongue was long and slender, and had closed across her tongue just in front of her teeth. In addition to it's length, short metal rods extended from the top and bottom of the clamp to prevent her from withdrawing the least bit of her tongue back into her mouth. There was a spring on one end of the clamp. On the other end, a screw waited to be threaded into the base of the clamp. That would secure the other end and, Danielle realized, it could be used to increase the pressure on her tongue.

Maria put the mirror away. "Doesn't it look darling? But I'm afraid I'll have to tighten it to make sure it doesn't come off. Forgive me, sweetie, but this will hurt!"

Danielle watched Maria's fingers move to the end of the clamp. With one hand, the sadistic young brunette pressed the top and bottom of the clamp together. With the other hand, she guided the screw to the bottom hole and began to turn it. Danielle whimpered as the tiny needles lining the inside of the clamp forced their way into her tongue.

Finally, Maria had tightened the clamp to her satisfaction. "Better get used to it, love. I think I'm going to let Mistress Adelle give the order to remove it. If she feels like it. Now, let's see what else I can do to prepare you."

Gereti's voice came over the intercom. "We're just getting onto highway nine. It'll take almost twenty minutes just to get to Hawkley road, and another ten to reach the mansion's private turn- off. I don't think I can wait that long! I'm really feeling horny, Maria!"

Maria smiled. "Sorry, love. What about I give you author- ization to exceed the speed limit? The special plates, and all that bribe money the Mistress pays has to be worth something!"

"Honey, came the reply, you know this road. It's dangerous to drive it too fast!"

"So? I like to live dangerously! If you're as horny as you say, you'll find the skill to manage. I figure you can cut the time to Hawkley road by almost half."

"Maria, you are one sick bitch. Okay, I'll do it. I just hope the Mistress doesn't find out about this. Or worst, that they don't have to peel us out of a wreck at the bottom of one of these drops," Gereti complained.

Maria looked down at Danielle. "Nice going, Gereti. I think little Danielle is about ready to piss herself in fright."

Gereti laughed. "Wouldn't that be a sight? We've got to find a way to get her to do that!"

"Concentrate on your steering!" Maria admonished their chauffeur.

"It's hard to do with all those delicious cries coming from back there!"

"Would you rather I shut the intercom off again?" Maria asked.

"Uh, no, that won't be necessary."

"I didn't think so."

Maria returned her attention to Danielle. "Now, where were we love? Oh, yes. I was about to do something to those lovely breasts of yours."

Maria swung herself around so that she was now straddling Danielle's head, and facing her lower end. Danielle found herself staring up at Maria's shaved slot. From it's musky odour, Danielle could tell her tormentor was turned on. She wondered what Maria would do to her next. Her breasts were so sensitive! Would she be able to take what Maria might do to them?

She felt a something loop itself around her left tit. It was a coarse, thin rope. After a second, she felt it tightening. The rough noose was tightened until it was biting deep into her flesh. Danielle gasped as Maria tugged harder still. Danielle couldn't see it, but she was sure that the top part of her breast was turning purple! It sure felt that way! It hurt! Her tit felt like it wanted to burst.

Just when she thought she couldn't take the rope tightening another notch, Maria stopped tugging the end of the rope and tied it off. But that was no relief to Danielle. Her tormentor quickly looped another length of cord about her right breast and repeated the process. The second noose wasn't made any less tight!

"There," purred Maria when she was done. "Oh, Danielle! You look so good that way! You should see how those parts of your breasts above the rope are bulging. Your tits look like two balloons!" There was a pause. "I wonder. If I stick them with a pin, will they pop?"

Danielle's eyes went wide with fright! She wanted to beg Maria not to do that, but even if she could have spoken, she realized that her pleading would only encourage her torturer to go ahead. She held her breath instead, and submissively awaited Maria's decision.

"Nah," Maria said, to Danielle's relief. "I might as well wait for Gereti to join us first. It wouldn't do to hog all the fun."

The intercom crackled. "And don't forget it!" came Gereti's amused reply. "I'm making better time than I thought. The road's not at all busy today! Our luck, eh?"

Maria was too busy concentrating on Danielle. She moved around to kneel before her victim's pussy. She lovingly caressed the inside of a soft, firm thigh. Her hand ran up to the calf, and she stroked that as well. Suddenly, she was jabbing her nails into the silky skin. Hands curled into claws, she raked down the length of the leg. Danielle screeched shrilly. Raised red marks quickly formed along the path Maria's talons had taken.

Maria ran her palm over the bottom of the lower thigh. She gently kneaded a buttock, and started stroking upwards again. As she reached mid-thigh, again she pressed her nails into Danielle's flesh, wounding her anew. This time, she scratched all the way up to the ankle. Here and there, along the way, her nails had broken the skin, and specks of blood were seeping through to the surface.

Maria shifted her weight, and leaned forward, still kneeling. She took Danielle's ankle between her hands, and raked her way down the length of the entire leg, using all her nails, and pressing in with all her strength. Danielle screamed shrilly this time, and began sobbing uncontrollably.

"Holy shit!" Gereti sounded both shocked and amused. "What the fuck are you doing to her? She sounds like she's dying!"

"Just sharpening my claws. Her leg makes an ideal scratching post."

"Maria, you are one sick little pussy!" Gereti giggled. "Not too long to Hawkley. As a matter of fact, I think I see the sign for it up ahead. Another klick or so. Don't mark her up too much. I've claws to sharpen too!"

"I'll save you her other leg," Maria promised, sitting back on her heels and admiring the agony mirrored in her subject's face.

Maria stared intently down at Danielle. "The Mistress would really get a kick out of the way you look! I wonder if I should leave the breast bondage on too? Those scratches look nasty. We'll have to treat them when we finally get to the mansion, or they might get infected. Who knows what manner of nasty germs might be lurking under my finger-nails."

Danielle felt the car slow and turn. Then it accelerated again. "It won't be long now," Maria said, matter-of-factly. "You'll like the mansion. If it doesn't kill you. Mistress Adelle is ruthless but fair. One does have to work on keeping her interested though. Any boring slaves are quickly disposed of. And the Mistress knows only one way to dispose of her slaves. Mind you, that is never boring!"

Maria leaned forward again and slowly crawled between Danielle's splayed legs. Smiling wickedly, she lowered her body to her slave's. She pressed her small, firm breasts into Danielle's tortured ones. "Mmm. You feel so good, love." She wrapped her lips around Danielle's protruding tongue tip, and sucked on it briefly. Then she slid her body back until her chest was between Danielle's thighs. She shifted slightly till she could press one of her breasts directly into Danielle's slit. She rubbed up and down. Then she used one of her hands to massage Danielle's clit with her erect nipple.

Danielle felt the beginning of a response in her pussy in spite of the pain she was in. Maria noticed. "You see, if you behave, you will be rewarded with pleasure on occasion. That is in addition to the pleasure you will learn to feel from being hurt. We do enjoy just making love sometimes. I think, if you learn quickly, I would like to take you as a lover sometime. You are a very sexy woman, Danielle," she concluded with a purr.

Danielle moaned. It was the only reply she was capable of at the moment. Maria went back to languidly rubbing her tit against the rapidly dampening pussy. It was, Danielle decided, a welcome change from the other activities they'd shared. She could get to like this. The tit felt good against her cunt. It was soft and yielding. She could almost forget the throbbing of her breasts and tongue, or the fire along the length of her red-streaked leg.

Unfortunately, the moment didn't last long. The car slowed down, made another turn, and then came to a stop. "We're here!" Gereti sounded triumphant. "I'm awaiting gate clearance. As soon as we're ID'ed, we'll find a place to park and let her have it. Boy, am I horny for her!"

Maria sighed, and got off of Danielle. She went over to her seat console. "I'll take care of clearance, and fix the log to cover for our early arrival. I figure we can afford to take about an hour with Danielle before we have to report in to the mansion. Where do you want to take her?"

There was a pause. "How about the East Wood? It's nice and private, and it's ideal for what I have in mind."

Danielle watched Maria consider the idea. "Sure, that's not bad. We can have lots of fun with her there. Go for it Gereti. I've transmitted the clearance codes. The gate should be opening."

"That's a go. East Wood here we come!"

The car lurched forward with a squeal of the tires. Maria went over to Danielle and removed the leg cuffs. Danielle sighed as she lowered her legs. She hadn't realized how much discomfort that position had been causing her. Next, Maria removed the leather straps holding her down. She waited patiently to see if Maria would release her from any of her other restraints. But that hope was in vain.

Maria helped her sit up. Moving behind Danielle, she briefly rubbed her shoulders and back, helping to smooth out some of the kinks. She continued to do this until the car came to a halt. The motor died. Seconds later, the door opened. Gereti awaited them outside.

Maria pushed Danielle out of the car into Gereti's arms. The big-boned brunette grabbed Danielle's arms, and pulled her to her feet. She held Danielle at arm length, and took the time to admire her nudity. "I love what you did to her breasts, Maria. I'm not sure I approve of what you did to her tongue though. It'll be hard to make use of her mouth this way."

Maria shrugged. "I wanted to leave her like this till the Mistress got home."

Gereti pouted. "Oh, Maria! I've been holding back a call of nature all the way here because I wanted to save it for her!"

"Get naked," said Maria,"and I'll think about it."

Gereti nodded and removed her chauffeur's uniform, throwing it into the car's back area. The only parts of her body Danielle hadn't already been exposed to were her breasts and mid-section, and neither were different from what she'd expected. She was fairly well endowed. Her flesh looked invitingly lush.

Maria grabbed one of Danielle's arms. "Let's bring her over to the picnic site."

Gereti grinned. "Yes, let's do that!" She grabbed Danielle's other arm. Together they half dragged, half guided their sex toy along a path that ran into a thick cluster of trees.

"The mansion is nicely private, Danielle," Maria explained. "It's in the middle of a two hundred fifty acre property. We have it fenced all around. There are three perimeters. There's a regular wooden fence backed by barbed wire that runs along the outside of the property. This is to declare that the land is privately owned, and discourages most people from trespassing. Then there is another fence that runs mostly among the trees. This one is about twelve feet high and made of metal mesh. It can be electrified, though it usually isn't. Lastly, there is the fence that runs around the house itself. That one is under careful surveillance and is carefully guarded. It is close to impossible for anyone to sneak into or out of the house. The Mistress is also prepared to repel a violent assault, but the chances of one ever happening is small. We specialize in an offensive defense."

They were walking naked amidst the trees. The path under their bare feet was of dirt, but it was strewn with stones, and dry twigs. Every so often, Danielle stepped on something that hurt her tender soles. The other two must have been used to that sort of thing, because they didn't even seem to notice. The trees grew thick enough so that they couldn't see the sky. The scent of pine hung lightly in the air. The temperature was mild, but in the shade, with a light breeze blowing, Danielle felt quasi-erotic chills every so often. They gave her goose flesh.

She felt slightly dissociated from her body. It was like she was watching from a short distance as the two lewd women escorted her through the bush. Gereti was enthusiastically debating what course their tortures should take. Maria mostly just agreed or disagreed, only occasionally adding some refinement of her own. Danielle didn't really pay attention. She was sure that whatever they planned would hurt! But she reassured herself that no matter what they decided to do to her, they couldn't harm her too much. They had to deliver her to the mansion in one piece. She would just concentrate on surviving the next hour or so.

The path took a turn to the left. It slowly became brighter as the foliage overhead thinned out slightly. Soon she could see a cozy clearing up ahead. Maria tugged lightly on her arm. "There we are! The picnic spot! And guess what's on the menu, Danielle!"

Gereti laughed. There was something threatening in that sound. Danielle began to shudder from more than the chill!

Adelle

Adelle Sunder sat alone in her office and let her mind drift casually over the day's events. She was much more relaxed now after having interviewed Danielle. She closed her eyes, and her perfect memory recreated the young lovely for her in every intimate detail. Her woman down at the Human Resources agency had really done a good job for her this time. Danielle was as close to what Adelle had been hoping for in a personal slave-secretary as it was possible to come. Perhaps the death of Anne Marie had been for the best. She had been a good worker, but had not been ideally suited for some of her duties. Danielle showed more potential. She was both prettier than Anne Marie had been, and had a more perfect body. She also seemed much more intelligent than her predecessor. Adelle was willing to bet that she could awaken a blood-lust in this girl. It would be a pleasure, she thought, to break her in!  

Her pleasant mood, however, could not last. There was too much personal business pressing on her. The dreamy smile faded from her rosy lips. As her thoughts returned to the raid, her slender fingers clutched the arm-rests of her chair, and whitened as she gripped them angrily. For all the benefits her father had left her, she resented him for the one very large inconvenience he'd foisted upon her. It was his "curse" on her, as Karen called it, a curse she had to find a way to deal with once and for all!

She was the world's most perfect woman. Of that there was no doubt. Her beloved half-sister was the world's second most perfect woman. They were both incredibly beautiful. They were both blessed with brilliant minds. Their slender frames hid great strength. There were countless other gifts each had been granted. It was all due to their father's unorthodox breeding program, and the unique Sunder genes he'd had to work with.

But one part of Anthony Sylvian Sunder's breeding program had failed. Adelle Sunder had another sibling -- one who hadn't turned out as planned. And as much as she adored her half-sister, she hated and despised her brother. The feeling was mutual. Stephen Sunder was her sworn enemy.

In her mind's eye she pictured her brother sneering at her. "I know you engineered this raid, you sorry bastard!" Adelle muttered to the mental image. Only Stephen could have figured out how to get past her defences. He too would have ordered her office spared. He wanted it for his own. Somewhere in the hidden heart of the smaller, but no less significant conglomerate maze left in his control, he was laughing at her. She was sure of it! That thought alone was putting her in a killing rage!

Her father had betrayed her in the end. He had set this final test of her abilities. It was a test of wile and cunning, brains over brawn. She and Stephen would fight over the final mastery of the Sunder empire. But the contest had been stacked heavily in her brother's favour. In the end, her father had never been comfortable leaving his empire in a woman's hands.

She made herself let go the armrests and take a deep breath, but it had little effect on her nerves. Even her control had limits! She really needed to blow off some steam. She briefly tried to recapture the erotic mood Danielle had inspired in her by picturing that lovely kneeling before her, nude and willing to serve. But her rage kept turning the fantasy into images of blood and gore. This further fuelled her lust, which further fuelled her rage. No, she needed something more to snap out of this lousy mood. Perhaps only real blood would suffice.

She punched up the executive secretary from security on her intercom. Sharon was taking care of details for her while she got her new personal aide. "Cancel any other appointments I may have for the day. If anybody wants me, I've taken a short vacation. I'll be back next week."

"Yes, Mistress," came the reverent reply.

"And Sharon, check out which of my lady agents are in today and free, and have the highest ranked fighter meet me in the sparring chamber."

"Yes, Mistress. Will that be all?"

Adelle felt an irrational anger at the question. She almost snapped back a biting reply, reconsidered, and smiled at a sudden thought. "No. Have somebody relieve you and join us in the gym. You can join my little work out. I have a sudden urge for your company." She flipped off the speaker before Sharon could reply. She was already tasting the blood.

Her private gym was on the next level down. Getting up from behind her desk, she moved towards the rear of her office. There were a number of paths leading from her desk to various parts of the huge office. They were actually aisles formed by marble statues and pillars, and the bushes planted between them, on either side. This one led to a small clearing at the center of which was a small fountain.

Adelle walked right up to it. The fountain was a parody of many of those found in Rome. Instead of a the water spurting from the mouth or member of some small boy or cherubim, it featured the figure of one nude young girl squatting over another and pissing into her mouth. The statuettes were of a fine pale marble, exquisitely formed. Adelle reached over the rim of the fountain, and pressed the clitoris of the pissing statue. A section of the floor behind the fountain slid away to reveal a small stairway down to the gym level.

Adelle started down the stairs. They descended in a gentle spiral. The next floor was twenty feet down. The stairs were covered with a thick soft carpeting. A moulded brass hand rail ran along the inner wall of the stairway. Soft fluorescent lights had gone on overhead, and as she reached the half-way point of the descent, a pressure sensitive plate caused the panel above her to slide silently shut.

At the base of the stairs was a glass door. It slid open at her approach, and she entered her private leisure area. It consisted of the corridor that ran to the gym, off of which were several rooms, including a private sauna, a complete washroom, whirlpool included, a small bar, and a room reserved for those occasions when she decided to sleep over at the office. She headed for that first, taking off her clothes as she went.

First, she took off her shoes. Holding them in one hand by the heels, she unsnapped her skirt, unzipped it, and let it fall down the length of her perfect legs. She grabbed it with the toes of her left foot, and lifted it till she could drape it over the shoes. The blouse now hung down over a pair of skimpy white lace panties. She began unbuttoning it.

She reached the door to her office apartment just as she undid the last button on her blouse. She placed her hand against a palm- print analyzer, and waited for the door to slide open, but she didn't enter. She tossed in the skirt and shoes, pulled off her blouse and threw that in as well. Just as quickly, she took off and tossed in her bra and panties, and then shut the door again. Then, gloriously nude, she headed for the gym.

As she passed the washroom, she glanced down at herself. She was satisfied at what she saw. She was still smooth shaven all over. Her pussy was as hairless as any of her slaves'. She liked it that way. She found bare snatches highly erotic and suggestive. But she especially liked to be able to look at a girl's slit and see whether any of the inner pink folds peeked out. Hers hung out generously! Has she been a man, she would have been hung like a horse. She also had thick, deep pink nipples topping her firm mammaries. She was a walking wet dream, and she knew it. But she owed her sexual power to more than just her looks, and she knew that too.

The door to the gym slid open at her touch. The lights were already on. Adelle entered the large room, and waited for the door to slide shut behind her. The gymnasium was large and well equipped. It took up half the floor, without counting the adjoining private rooms. It combined a weight training area, all manners of acrobatic training equipment, and a large sparring area at it's center. There was also a series of aerobic training machines, and another area devoted to archery and target practice with thrown weapons. Access to the gym could be gained only through her private entrance, or through a heavily secured antechamber through which her sparring partners could enter at her invitation. It would be there that Sharon, and whatever agent that had been available, would be waiting for her to let them into the room.

The gym here certainly wasn't as big or as well equipped as the one she had at the mansion. There she also had a large indoor pool, and an adjustable obstacle course, among other things. But space was limited. It served her purpose as it was. It was a place for her to come vent her fustrations, and release some of her violent energies. She was careful to hold back when sparring her agents. She needed them functional. But many of them still came out of the sparring sessions requiring hospital treatment. Adelle had had to post a new policy. The third time an agent required serious medical treatment, she was to be sent to the mansion to be put down at her convenience. This ensured that her opponents concentrated on what they were doing when they stepped onto the mat with her. Most of them even preferred that arrangement. It added an authentic air of danger that was good practice for the real thing.

She walked over to the outer door, and turned on the view screen. Her work-out partners were waiting for her outside, stripped and ready for the session. Sharon looked nervous. The other woman was one of Adelle's favourite agents. Caroline was petite and pretty, and one of the most vicious martial artists and assassins Adelle had on her payroll. This, she thought, would be an interesting work-out. She keyed the door open, and said, "Come!"

The two women entered and bowed. "Good day, Mistress Adelle," they said in unison. Adelle was amused to hear the quaver in Sharon's voice.

The door shut behind them. Adelle smiled. "Hello, ladies. I hope you're ready for a real work-out. I've got a lot of energy to work off. Let's get warmed up, shall we? Twenty laps around the gym. Last one to finish gets twenty strokes of the cat between the legs! Ready? Get set. Go!"

They took off on her signal. Twenty laps was a moderate distance, so Caroline and Sharon started with a brisk but controlled pace, a fast jog. Adelle, sprinted quickly ahead, confident in her ability to maintain full speed indefinitely. For the first little while, she ignored them, except to be careful not to bump into them when passing them. She was aware of having completed five circuits by the time Caroline had finished her third. Sharon was a quarter of a circuit behind Caroline, and had begun extending her pace to take advantage of her longer legs.

Adelle increased her pace yet again. Now she was running at what would have been a record pace had it been timed in an official competition. This wasn't surprising. During some of the agent athletic testings she had been timed doing the hundred meter dash in just under nine and a half seconds. More importantly, she could keep up that pace for three times that distance, something no world athlete would even dream of accomplishing. She ran her next ten laps at close to top speed, working up a good sweat, then slowed back down to a brisk jog, coming in behind the other two runners, and matching their pace.  

Sharon had managed to close the gap with Caroline. They were both just starting their ninth lap. Adelle studied them as they ran. Sharon was five foot six. She had a beach-baby figure. She had frizzy light-honey-blond hair which came to just below her shoulders. Her face was pretty in a slightly cold, angular way. She was moderately endowed. Her best features were her long gorgeous legs. She also had a nice, tight round ass. Adelle smiled. Sharon's body begged to be raped. She had the kind of looks that would be most enticing if she was resisting being taken by force.

Caroline was barely five foot one. She was a lively bundle of vicious energy. She was lean and built just a little wide for her frame, but she looked good that way. She wore her coppery brown hair cut short. Her face was oval, pretty, but with a killer's eyes and a sadist's smile. Her breasts were the size of small apples. She was tight all over. She was wide-hipped, and had short, compact, but powerful legs.

Adelle matched her pace for three more laps, then slowed to a slow jog. By the time she'd finished her last lap, the other two still had their last four laps to complete. Adelle moved off the track area, and watched. All her employees were required to be in top physical condition. Of course for her field operatives, this was a matter of survival. They needed to be in shape to carry out their assignments. For those that worked in her offices, it was a matter of looking good. They were all obliged to please Adelle sexually upon request. Adelle didn't mind a little padding on one or two of her women. She enjoyed variety. But she didn't want any truly obese women on her staff.

To this end, there were three complete fitness centres in the building, one for the men, one for the women, and one mixed. All were at the disposal of all her employees. Adelle expected them to take advantage of this benefit. She even had several fitness and diet experts on hand in each to advise her people on how to stay healthy and fit. After having gone through that much trouble on their behalf, anyone's failure to stay in reasonable shape was grounds for their termination.

Sharon was just about out of steam. She had managed to keep up with Caroline till the last lap. But at that point, it became apparent that Caroline had been playing with her. While Sharon began to slow down, Caroline put on one last burst of speed. She finished a full half a lap ahead of her opponent. She continued one more time around the track slowing gradually to a walk, while Sharon gritted her teeth and finished the lap, then did the same.

"Nice run, girls," Adelle acknowledged. "Sharon, you held up well, all things considered. Go spread yourself on the bar and I'll give you your twenty lashes."

Sharon meekly did as she was told. She walked over to the acrobatic training area and over to the bar. It was like the stretching bars that dancers used. She raised one leg, and wrapped it over top of the wooden rod. Then she leaned back and slid her other leg as far off to the side as she could. This left her shaved snatched fully spread and vulnerable.

Adelle walked over to a long low table in the south-east corner of the room and returned with a wicked-looking cat of nine tails. Each of it's nine tongues was two feet long, and made of supple braided leather. It was a heavy instrument, and not at all a toy. Adelle caressed the leather braids as she walked back to her intended victim. There was a cruel smile of anticipation on her pretty lips. Sharon watched her approach with a shudder.

The gorgeous blond mistress came to stand before her victim, off a little to one side of the spread target. Transferring the "cat" to her left hand, she reached out with her right to stroke Sharon's (1*  (ex. Sharon had a daintily-lipped pussy. Her outer lips were set wide apart so that her delicate inner folds were always in view. Stretched as she was, even her labia were pulled a little apart, and her pert love button stood out nicely amidst the coral-pink petals. Adelle ran a finger from the base of the slit up over the center of the inner lips, and up over the clitoris. She pressed down hard on that bundle of nerves, and smiled at Sharon's long, low, and frightened moan. She ran her finger down, dipping it into Sharon's hole. Then she brought it to her mouth for a taste.

"Ah," Adelle sighed. "Very nice. I'd almost forgotten how tasty you were, Sharon." It was somewhat of a lie. She could remember anything she'd ever done and recall it in full detail if she wished. "Now, do you think you can hold still for all twenty lashes, or must you be tied in place? If you request restraint, you'll have to take an extra four lashes. If you aren't restrained and fail to hold still for the full number of blows, you will be tied up and given an extra dozen on top of whatever you've left to go. Which will it be?"

Sharon's face was had turned seductively pale. "I think I should be secured, Mistress Adelle."

Adelle raised an eyebrow and smiled a taunting smile. "Fine, if that's what you wish. Caroline, fetch some cord, and help me tie her off against the bar."

The sadistic little agent hurried to do as she was told. She came back with several lengths of one centimetre thick cord. She handed half to Adelle and, together, they bound Sharon to the bar. Her left ankle, which was draped over the bar, was tied off there. The right ankle was tied to a metal bolt set in the base of the wall. Another length of rope looped around her waist twice, and was tied off to the bar. Next Sharon was made to lean to her right so that her upper body was stretched out along the bar in line with her raised leg. One loop of rope went around her upper chest, below the armpits and above the breasts. Another tied her wrists to the bar, leaving her arms stretched to their fullest extension.

"There! My you look lush and lovely, Sharon! Are you ready for your whipping?"

"Yes, Mistress Adelle," the helpless beauty's reply was a subdued whimper.

Without further delay, Adelle moved back a step, transferring the "cat" to her right hand. She raised her hand high above her head, and swung it down with considerable force. The tongues of the "cat" struck Sharon right across the tender folds of her pussy. The bound beauty, who'd closed her eyes as she'd seen Adelle prepare to deliver the blow, screamed.

Adelle paused for only a moment to savour the effect of her blow. Sharon's face had gone a pretty shade of red, and there was the first hint of tears on her face. The cruel Mistress slowly brought the "cat" back up to a ready position. She licked her lips, and brought the torturous leather tool down again. The braided leather cords struck the center of Sharon's crotch, and dragged across it's length. The flesh around the pussy was already streaking red from the impact of strayed tongues. Sharon's cry was no less pain-filled this time. In fact, it was noticeably more desperate.

"Only twenty two more, dear. Come, you can take them. Next time, make sure you're in better shape. That's what the gyms in this place are for. You have such lovely long legs. They must be good for something!" Adelle admonished her slave. She moved a step closer and ran her hand down the horizontally bound leg. "At least you keep them properly shaved and smooth, or I'd have to punish you for that as well!" Her hand stroked back up toward Sharon's torso, moving down to the inside of the leg as it progressed. Her fingers ended up running lightly over Sharon's crotch, inspecting it.

"Mistress Adelle, do you is there anything I can do for you?" asked Caroline from where she stood watching the action.

Adelle licked her lips. "Eventually. But not right now. I don't want anything to distract me while I enjoy Sharon here. She's actually getting just a little bit wet, you know. I think she might be enjoying this just a bit. It's too bad she couldn't have learned to love it more." She began inserting her two fingers into Sharon's tight tunnel. "Maybe I should have you more intensely trained, Sharon dear. Perhaps I'll arrange to have you taken down to the mansion for a while again. You weren't there very long the first time. Who knows... if you do well there, I might transfer you to my personal staff. You definitely have the looks!"

She pulled her fingers from Sharon's vagina, and raised the whip. This time, she rained down ten blows with little pause between each. She varied their target by just a bit, sometimes landing them on the left half of the pelvis, sometimes on the right, and mostly right across the pussy's center, though from differing angles. Sharon screamed in reply to each blow, her face turning a bright red colour, and the tears now running non-stop down her face. Adelle kept the force of the blows moderate, but still there were a few places between Sharon's thighs where drops of blood were beginning to run.

She paused then. "You're half way through, Sharon. Only another twelve to go. Don't think that these won't be any worse, because they will!"

The next six blows also rained down quickly but with moderate force. Adelle gave Sharon's pussy a break by angling them to expend more of their force against the tender white flesh of Sharon's inner thighs. But Adelle had no intention of being lenient with the last half dozen blows. Slowing her pace again, she raised her arm high and brought it down with significant force, landing the lashes directly down the center of Sharon's pussy. Sharon's body spasmed against the bar. It was an arousing sight, and made up for the hoarseness of her cry.

"It's too bad I had to tie you up. I'd have had you spread your pussy open with your fingers for these last few shots!" Adelle blood-thirstily sighed. Then she smiled and turned to look at Caroline. "But there might be a solution, don't you think, Caroline?"

Only the petite agent's intense training to obey her Mistress's whims kept her from showing her distaste in a way that would have got her into trouble. "Do you wish for me to hold her open, Mistress Adelle?" she asked with a steady, business-like voice.

"That would be divine. Oh, and Caroline, don't worry. I won't have you do it with your fingers. I don't want to waste the whip on your hands when all it's force should go into mauling these lovely genitals. Get a pair of long pincers, and kneel off to the side, out of my way."

Caroline bowed, relieved, and excited now about her task. Like all of Adelle's agents she was very sadistic, and always blood- thirsty. She scampered off to the section of the gym that doubled as a storage cabinet for torture instruments. She quickly found what she'd been told to fetch, and hurried back to Adelle.

She knelt just off to the left of Sharon's vertically bound leg, and reached up with the pincers. They were actually modified vise-grips, with long, thin pincer-like jaws. One at the time, Caroline brought each to it's target. She took the juicy outer pussy lips in the toothy metal mouths, and squeezed slowly down on the handles, savouring the closing of the jaws onto the delicate flesh. The jaws were set to squeeze tightly so that, teamed with the ridged metal of their mouths, they'd be able to retain a secure hold of the slickest flesh. Sharon whimpered as the jaws finally snapped shut and were held that way by the inner springs. Now all Caroline had to do was concentrate on pulling Sharon's fleshy folds apart to fully expose the inner pink to Adelle's sadistic pleasures.

Caroline gleefully did just that. Kneeling with her arms outstretched and in tension would be an uncomfortable position to maintain for long, but to hold it for the five remaining blows would be no problem. She peeled the outer folds back, pulling hard, and stretching them till Sharon had a new source of pain to deal with. This tension would make Adelle's blows all that much more effective.

Adelle was well pleased with the way Caroline was doing the job. She licked her lips again, hungrily. Her arm went up above her head. Then the "cat" whistled down, and the leather tongues crackled over the splayed pussy, digging into the soft flesh, and tearing at it in places. There was considerably more of Adelle's formidable strength behind this blow, although it was far from being full force. Sharon's body convulsed, and her raw throat was further tortured by another unsuppressible scream. She was sobbing continuously, and piteously now. Her face was an arousing reddish- purple hue.

"And four more!" Adelle declared, delightedly as she raised her torture toy yet again. Again it cracked down hard. She was raining the blows directly along the length of the cunt, to avoid having the metal pincer-jaws interfere with her efforts. The leather bruised the pussy a messy shade of purple. "Three more!" Adelle informed her victim.

Adelle was extremely aroused. She was well on the way to an orgasm. It would feel good to gain that release, she thought to herself. It might be one way to purge herself of her frustrations. Or at least it would be a good start. She had a feeling that she would be engineering herself several such orgasms during this "work-out" session.

She was well aware that Caroline too was extremely aroused. If that little agent-slut thought that she'd be able to escape any punishment of her own this day, she was sadly mistaken. She would find an excuse to discipline her as well! But she would also reward her with an orgasm. After all, Caroline was one of her better and more obedient agents, and deserved extra-special consideration, if only to induce similar performances from the other agents. A little positive stroking could go a long way!

"Move a little further back and spread your knees, Caroline!" Adelle ordered the little bitch.

"Yes, Mistress Adelle!" Caroline promptly replied. She somewhat nervously did as she was told, unsure of what her beautiful commander-in-chief had in mind.

Caroline was pleasantly surprised. Adelle moved lifted her left foot and stepped over Caroline's thigh. She put her foot down between Caroline's compact legs, and rubbed her slim heel against her agent's definitely wet crotch. Caroline couldn't resist. She let out a long low purr. Adelle turned to look down at her, smiling wickedly. "I hope you're still purring when it's your turn," she said, a cold sarcasm tinging her voice.

Adelle turned back to Sharon. Her next blow was no worst than the one that had preceded it. As Sharon recovered from it, Adelle counted down, "Two more!" With no more pause than that, she delivered the next to last swing.

She paused then. "Only one more to go, Sharon dear, so I'll let you catch your breath for a second," she told her victim. At the same time she pushed her heel back hard into Caroline's pussy, and rubbed it up and down. Caroline's clit and labia felt good mashed against her foot, and she could tell that Caroline was close to cuming. Without even looking down at her, she said, "Don't you dare have an orgasm without permission, Caroline, or your punishment will make Sharon's look like a walk in the park!" At the same time, she took care to make the movements of her heel against the pliant pussy slower and more erotic, pushing Caroline higher and closer to the fatal peak. Adelle smiled at the desperate frustration in Caroline's moans.

"Okay, Sharon, this is the final one. Hang on, because I guarantee you that it will be the worst of the bunch!" Adelle declared matter-of-factly. She raised her strong, slender arm up over her head, and shifted her weight slightly more to her front foot. She had to stop moving it against Caroline for a moment, but was able to press back into that cunt harder. She savoured the sight of her target, and carefully took aim. Then she swung down, shouting, "Yes!", as she did.

This blow packed much more power than any of the others. Had she been using a lighter whip, she might have used all her strength. With the thick leather tongues of the "cat" she had to hold back just a bit. She didn't want to do Sharon any permanent damage. But the leather still cut into the soft tissues this time, and blood began to flow. Sharon's eyes rolled back, and with one final spasm, she passed out.

Adelle stepped back, moving out from between Caroline's legs. She stared at Sharon's unconscious form for a second, enjoying the sight. Then she looked over at Caroline. "Okay, remove the pincers. Then I want you to carefully untie her. We'll carry her over to the one of the weight benches, and let her recover. I was a little harsh on her." She paused. "But damn! That felt good! I think though that we'll be doing most of the rest of the work-out on our own."

Jason

Jason stared at Princess wanting nothing better than to indulge. The thought of that exquisite piece of girl-woman flesh being at his and Karen's mercy had caused his penis to once again swell to it's fullest extension and thickness. Karen's hand on his pulsing dick wasn't helping matters. Her strong, delicate fingers were lightly frictioning him, building his arousal. She was aware of how his passion fuelled his cruelty, and she was summoning the blood-lust in him. In turn, he knew, his cruel lust would feed hers. It was a fair exchange. Karen at her sadistic apex was an enormous turn-on to him. He had never really had an opportunity to see Adelle in action -- though Karen had told him stories -- so he considered Karen at her most vicious the sexiest female on earth.

"She's been hanging there for the last three days," Karen told him. "I let her down every four hours so that she can lie on the floor and regain her strength. After two hours of rest, she's hauled back up. I haven't fed her solid food since she arrived. She's been given minimum amounts of liquid nutrients. She's been given an enema each of the days she's been here, so she's totally empty inside. The nutrients keep her healthy, but are drugged to increase her hunger. Right now she'd probably eat anything."

"Anything?" Jason smirked, cupping Karen's ass, and pushing his fingers against her rectum meaningfully.

Karen smiled at him. "That is one of my plans for her. Remember, whatever we do today, I mean to make this one last. I want her suffering to go on a long time before I finally end it."

"You aren't planning on snuffing her today?" he asked, slightly disappointed.

She giggled and kissed one of his nipples, then bit it gently. "No. And I don't think I'll invite you for that. I think I want to save her death for myself. But I might let you mutilate her a little bit. Don't try pouting. I'd lose all respect for you. Now why don't you go on and have a taste!"

Jason shrugged to hide his disappointment. He very much longed to kill Princess himself. But, as with Adelle, there was no arguing with one of Karen's decisions. He sighed. He would make the best of the opportunity now before him and just enjoy himself. Perhaps Karen would reconsider. Or perhaps not. That was beyond his control. But Princess was here now, hanging helplessly before him, exposed to any caress he might want to make. He would indeed have a taste.

He walked right up to the dangling young victim, bent his head, and put his mouth to her pussy. It was dry and clean, but as he ran his tongue along it's length several times, the young girl couldn't help but moan and give off just a bit of lubrication. He flicked his tongue expertly over her young clitoris, then darted it up her tight, hot hole.

"Well?" he heard Karen ask him.

He reluctantly withdrew from his task. "She's salty-sweet. Very nice. Almost as nice as you. But not quite."

"Ooh! Flatterer! You know just what to say to a woman, don't you?" Karen giggled. "Not that it would get you anywhere! But you're right. She does have a nice taste. I've taken my fill of her the last couple of days! I wonder what she'd taste like cooked?"

Jason arched an eyebrow. "If you ever decide to find out, invite me over. I've never indulged in human flesh before. But she makes my mouth water for it." Then he ran his tongue over his upper lip and asked, "But have you? Eaten human flesh?"

Karen looked at him cooly. "I'm not going to say. I'll leave it to your imagination. How well do you think you know me? I can talk about carving off her breasts and having them sliced into fine fillets, and sauteed in a light butter sauce. But you'll never know if I've done it or if it's just a fantasy."

"I would somehow bet against you letting anything remain just a fantasy," Jason returned. When Karen just shrugged, he let the subject drop and went over to the wall where the whips were displayed. "Just in case you are hungry for her, it might be wise to start tenderizing her flesh. Not that she doesn't look tender enough already," he joked.

"Yes," Karen half sighed and half hissed. "I'll give you the choice of weapons. Be a dear, and grab one for each of us."

As always, Jason found himself fascinated by the odd variety of tools Karen had on display. He found it hard to believe that all these whips could be acquired in sex shops. He was positive that some of them had to have been specially made to order. There was no way that they could all be legal. One in particular always captured his imagination. It consisted of a two foot wooden stick about an inch thick. The grip consisted of leather bindings. The last foot of it was tightly wrapped in barbed wire. A thin, foot-long steel chain extended from that end, and from that dangled a spiked steel ball the size of a large plum. There was no way on earth, that something like that could be generally available!

Much as he was tempted to take it, he knew Karen would not approve. She would want to start fairly slowly if she intended to make Princess last for any significant length of time. He took, instead, a pair of plain birch rods. They were three feet long, and went from three-quarter inches thick at the handle to a quarter inch thick at the tip. The grips of these too were wrapped in leather. Karen, of course, always went first class! He walked back to her with the wicked rods, and handed her one.

She locked eyes with him and smiled as she took it. With her left hand she reached out to cup and stroke his balls once again, lightly running her nails along the underside of his scrotum. He felt a thrilling shiver run through him. At times like this, he couldn't help but be aware of just how dangerous a woman she was. Nevertheless, her deadly nature made her all the more attractive to him. They were each other's type.

"These are a fair choice for the first course," Karen nodded. "I wonder what Princess might think of them?" She moved closer to the bound and dangling slave and held her rod up for the sobbing girl to see. "What do you think, bitch? Do you like it? Will you enjoy the way these babies will kiss your body?" She reached out, and ran the tip of the rod over the helpless young lady's bod, starting from the throat, and tracing down to and around one of her breasts. The fear pooled in Princess's eyes was deep enough to drown in. Karen continued to run the birch rod's tip down the body till she was pressing it into the top of the girl's pussy, flicking it over the clit.

Jason took his penis in his free hand and gave himself a couple of slow firm strokes. He was hard as iron. He couldn't wait to beat the lovely young thing. Watching those two lovely bodies so close together was very stimulating. He couldn't help imagining Karen making love with the girl. They would look so good together. He wordlessly advanced to stand next to his raven-haired lover so that he could watch her cold eyes as she teased their victim.

She noticed him there, and lowered the rod. "Ready?" At his nod, she smiled her cruel smile. "We'll start off slow, alternating blows. Okay? Any target counts, and spread them out over all of her. I'll go first."

He nodded and watched as Karen circled around the dangling form. Princess was hanging fairly still. Her hunger had left her weak, and perhaps too dazed to really realize what was going to happen to her. That would change very shortly. Karen took a two- handed grip on her rod, holding it as one would a heavy sword. She actually looked like a lovely barbarian amazon warrior. Suddenly, she swung, and the rod lashed across Princess's right hip and buttock. There was a sharp crack! Suddenly, Princess was no longer still, but was thrashing about, her young, coltish legs straining against the chains that held them apart. Fresh tears streamed down her reddening face. The ball gag muffled the scream into a gurgled moan.

Jason walked over to the squirming bitch. Karen's blow had raised a lovely welt. It was angrily red, and was slowly shading into blue. It showed up very well against Princess's pale skin. He reached out and ran his fingers firmly along the bruise, feeling the young beauty trying to jerk herself away from him. Then he took a step back, took his own rod in both hands, and struck a heavy blow across the young bitch's back.

Karen was still moving around their victim. She gave Princess a few seconds to savour her most recent pain. Then she spun and brought the rod against the girl's tender breasts in an upward sweep. It cracked into their underside, lifting them up while sinking into their firm softness. Even as she moved back, Jason took his second swing, bringing his rod down along the length of an outstretched thigh.

Karen paused. "Something's missing."

Jason stepped back. "Oh?"

"Yes. I think I want to hear her scream. Be a dear and remove that ball gag from her mouth. I don't think we'll have to worry about her annoying us with begging any more. I doubt she's in shape to do anything but scream!"

Jason reached up behind the girl's head and undid the gag's buckle. Then he moved around to her front and used one hand to force her jaws apart, and the other to remove the ball from her mouth. He threw the gag against a wall. Princess's sobs could be heard clearly now. They made him hornier.

"There. That should be much better. Let's try it!" Karen said. She waited for him to move away from the girl, then struck. Again it was an upsweeping blow. This time she struck her victim right up between the legs.

Princess's scream was unmuffled this time. It echoed off the walls, filling the room. Jason found it filled him with energy. He paused only long enough to enjoy the way the young lady convulsed in her bondage. Then he launched his own blow, striking her across the inside of her right thigh.

They continued the game a good while. After they'd each landed about twenty blows alternating and taking their time, Karen picked up the pace, striking immediately after him, and encouraging him to strike right away. Princess had to take another ten blows from each of them before Karen signalled a halt.

Princess had lost a good deal of her voice from all the screaming she'd done. They'd concentrated their blows on her breasts, thighs, and pussy, with a few across her back, belly, and ass for variety. She was both welted and bruised. The rods were fairly thick, and they'd been wielded heavy-handedly. The girl's skin was slightly broken in a few places, and little rivulets of blood seeped forth from these.

Jason had no time to admire their handiwork. Karen came over to him and handed him her rod. "Put them away, lover. I think I'm going to take Princess down and get her ready for her next torture."

He did as he was told. He wiped the rods clean before putting them back in their place. Karen, meanwhile, had opened the cuffs that had been locked around the girl's slender ankles, letting her feet swing down to the floor. Then she walked over to a small panel near the entrance and used it to unwind the chains that held Princess stretched upright.

The weak, sobbing girl collapsed to the floor in a heap. Karen walked over to her and freed her wrists as well. Jason came to stand over them as this was happening, and just watched. "Okay," said Karen when she was done, "give me a hand with her."

"Where do you want her now?" He grabbed one of the girl's arms, and Karen grabbed the other. They easily hefted her up between them.

"I want to keep taking it slow, but I want to be able to concentrate on her most delicate parts. Let's put her on the altar."

He helped Karen take the limp girl over to the altar, and the put her down on it. Karen positioned her so that only the upper half of her body was actually on the cold stone slab. One at the time, she pulled Princess's arms down along the sides of stone block, and cuffed them there. Then she pulled a strap across the girl's lower belly and cinched it tight.

"She's going to have trouble breathing like that," Jason observed. Karen said nothing.

Instead, she grabbed one of the girl's slender ankles, pulling it back, and then up. She cuffed it to the end of the altar so that the foot lay along the stone just behind and below Princess's ass, pointing down. She cuffed the other ankle the same way. For the final touch, she worked a length of cord up between each calf and thigh till she could tie them off around the knee. She pulled each leg back, and used these ropes to tie them off that way. This left Princess's pussy and ass fully exposed, suspended in the air.

All done, Karen looked at him. "I'm going to play with her upper parts first. Want to fuck her while I do that?"

He looked at the tender, helpless cunt, all welted and bruised, and felt his need to penetrate it. It looked so tight. "Thanks, I think I will," he said, stepping between the slender legs. He had bend at the knees in order to align his cock with the girl's hole. "No chance she's a virgin, eh?"

Karen laughed. "Do you think if she was that I'd have left her deflowering to you? I've used both her holes. But it was mostly exploratory. I didn't use anything as big as you are on her. So enjoy."

His cock head touched the entrance to her vagina. He made sure his tip was properly inserted, then grabbing a hold of the girl's slender waist, he thrust forward hard. Princess had been quietly sobbing up till then. His violent penetration of her box drew a short scream and a desperate moan. She was tight but not completely dry. He easily forced his entire length into her. He looked up and smiled at the fresh tears that were running down her face.

Karen had fetched herself some toys to use on the girl. Now she returned and stood next to the girl's head. Jason watched as he continued his forceful fuck. Karen was holding a delicate pair of stainless steel pliers in her right hand. With her left, she forced the girl's jaws to open. Princess managed to whimper out, "No, please!", the first real words he'd heard her say. But Karen ignored that. Pushing the pliers into the girl's mouth, she took hold of the tongue and drew it out.

Jason smiled. His orgasms in Karen's office had taken the edge off his need to cum. He would be able to stay hard indefinitely now. He moved one of his hands down to the young victim's crotch, and took the nubby clit between his thumb and forefinger. He began to squeeze it hard as he fucked her, twisting it too.

Meanwhile, Karen let go of Princess's jaw, and transferred the pliers to her left hand. She was still squeezing hard on the tender tip of the girl's long tongue, pulling it as far out of the mouth as she could. With her right hand, she picked up a long, thin needle. She held it up so that both Jason and their victim could see it. "Are you watching," she asked her assistant. " I wouldn't want you to miss the show!"

Jason nodded and squeezed harder on the girl's clitoris. Princess was truly crying hard now. She was terrified, and in a lot of pain. Her face was bright red, and the tears coursed down her face like twin waterfalls. She was about to hurt a lot worse. Karen lovingly brought the tip of the long needle down onto the tongue just outside the girl's mouth. As Jason watched, his cock throbbing harder and harder inside the tight, hot, velvety cunt, Karen slowly began pushing the needle through the girl's tongue.

The needle was a good four inches long. Karen pushed it right through the girl's organ till an equal length of needle protruded from both the top and bottom of the tongue. It had been inserted off the tongue's center, off to the right. Karen quickly took another needle, and proceeded to stick it in at the same distance back, but on the left side of the tongue. Princess was thrashing in her bonds. If not for the grip of the pliers on her tongue, she'd have been shaking her head from side to side in her agony. Blood dripped down from the punctures. It fell onto and trickled down the girl's cheeks. Jason thought it looked beautiful.

Karen picked up a third needle. This one was a little longer than the first two. She ran this one through across the tongue from left to right. The effect was that on top of it all, it would be impossible for Princess to pull her tongue back into her mouth without ripping it to shreds. Only then did Karen release the grip of her pliers.

Jason pulled out of Princess's pussy, and used his free hand to wipe off his cock. Karen noticed and raised an eyebrow. "Finished already?"

Grinning, Jason shook his head. "No. I just decided I want to start raping her ass before you've got her so out of her head with pain that she can't appreciate it! By the way, I though you were planning to feed her your shit. How's she going to eat it done up like that?"

Karen shrugged. "She can have dinner later. I promise to feed her before you leave, probably after we have our briefing. We do have to get back to business eventually. This wasn't just a social call, remember? We'll work her over for a bit, then let her recover while we make our plans. Then we'll play a little more before I kick you out."

She watched him put the head of his huge cock against the girl's tight anal opening. Ignoring her, he began slowly forcing in the first inch of his shaft. When he was sure he wouldn't slip out, he grabbed hold of the girl's hips with both hands, and in one thrust, forced himself into her. He gave a satisfied grunt as he felt a slight tearing in the muscle that was tightly grasping his rod. He looked down and admired his thickness going in and out of the helpless girl. He smiled when he noticed the trickle of blood.

"You do that so well," Karen smirked, having enjoyed the show.

"Practice," he grunted, "makes perfect."

Karen laughed, and then turned to get on with the next part of her torture. She picked up a bundle of thin, tender wooden switches. First she placed a narrow blindfold over Princess's eyes. "I don't want to risk blinding you quite yet, love," she cooed to her victim. Then she began whipping the girl's face.

The switches were of young birch-wood. Mostly they just stung terribly. Karen was hitting her hard. But here and there, one of the tips was a little harder and cut into the girl's face. Karen also made sure to concentrate on the exposed tongue. This caused her victim untold agonies.

Jason was in a position to truly appreciate Karen's efforts. Not only was he enjoying watching the whipping, but the pain was making Princess's sphincter spasm against his cock. It felt marvellous.

Karen beat Princess's face till it was red from more than just her crying. The once pretty visage was now all scratched and welted. Karen threw the bundle of switches aside. She looked over at him and asked, "How are you coming along?"

"This has been a blast so far. But I've still got a way to go. What are you going to do next?"

"I've done with her face for now. It's time to play with her breasts a bit. You'll have to be finished by the time I'm done with them though. I'll be coming for her privates after that."

Jason grunted. "If I'm not ready to finish by then, I'll save it for you."

He was eager actually to see what she would do to the girl's lovely breasts. He regretted that so far all he'd been able to inflict on this tender morsel was this violent rape, fun though it was. He took hold of her clitoris again and squeezed it between his strong fingers. It had still turned into a good day.

Karen's plans for Princess's breasts opened with another whipping. This time she used a bundle of switches made up of tender rose stems, complete with thorns. Jason whistled his appreciation when he saw it. That would have those glorious knockers awash in blood in no time!

Karen raised the cruel instrument high and brought it down hard across the girl's chest. The stems crackled against the firm tit-flesh. The thorns dug in and scratched their way out, leaving trails of blood along the lovely white skin. Princess's screams, however, were no louder. The poor girl was almost too weak to care any longer.

Jason wasn't the only one to notice. Karen lashed the breasts a dozen times, then put the bundle away in disgust. "Shit! She's just about passed out! It's no fun torturing dead meat!"

"Starving her three days must have drained her too much, eh?" Jason sighed. He continued fucking the tight ass. At this point, it felt too good for him to care whether Princess felt the pain of it or not. "What are you going to do? Stop?"

Karen shrugged. "We should give her a chance to rest. Pull out of her. I'm going to shoot her up with some of our special boosters, and set up an intravenous. Between the drugs and the nutrients, she should be feeling a lot better when we come back from our planning. We'll leave her where she is to rest."

"Do you mind if I finish before I pull out?" he asked, somewhat annoyed.

"Poor baby. What, are you afraid you'll end up with a case of blue balls?" She came over and knelt next to him. "Here. If you have to finish, do it in my mouth. Then you can help me by setting up the IV. You should have some experience with those from your jungle-fighting days, no?"

Jason sighed, but then he looked at Karen's lovely face, and pulled his cock out off Princess's ass. It was fairly clean. The girl had her colon repeatedly cleaned the last few days. But Karen would have sucked it even if it had been covered with shit. He was almost sure of that. He fucked deep into her throat, and it didn't take long for him to shoot off. He pulled slowly out, giving her a chance to clean him off with her tongue. Then he helped her up. She kissed him briefly, then set off to get the needed drugs.

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