TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 20 - "party girl" prisoner
It was after the third week of Susie's enslavement that Angie initiated
the next escalation. Everything went as usual that Saturday morning. Jim
was away, and Angie had tied Susie to the bed, with Crushers and Spiders,
and the unknown man had raped her asshole. But this time, as a variation,
Angie didn't take those damned things off. Instead, she supervised
Susie's douching of her cunt and rectum, and then watched her while she dressed.
"Nothing fancy, honey -- just mini-skirt and blouse. I'll be able to feed
the control cable out at your waist, and hold it while you drive. It's
such beautiful weather that I think we should go for a ride in the
countryside," she explained.
Susie wasn't fooled for a moment by the girl's off-hand manner -- she
knew that the little bitch was up to some new deviltry. But there wasn't
much she could do about it with those damned Crushers on her breasts.
Meekly, she started up the car, Angie sitting beside her, and started out
the old State road.
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When they got to the Smith farm, Angie directed Susie to drive up to the
locked gate. A man's voice challenged them from a loudspeaker in the
gate-post. At Angie's direction, Susie told the loudspeaker "It's Angie
and Susie". The gate swung open on remote control, then closed behind
them as they drove up the long driveway. "Right up to the barn," Angie ordered.
Susie was amazed to see that the barn had been converted into a regular
parking garage, although there weren't any cars there at the moment. She
looked inquiringly at Angie.
"It gets busy at night," Angie explained, "when the party gets going. They
keep the cars of the guests out of sight, so they won't arouse the
suspicions of the passers-by. Also, none of the guests runs the risk of
people knowing that he's here," she leered. "Some of the parties get
really rowdy. But you'll see what I mean.
"I told Mrs. Smith that you were going to work for her as hostess," she added idly.
Susie had a premonition about what the girl meant by "party" and "hostess",
but the fear of those Crushers kept her quiet. Anyway, the doors had
closed behind them, and she realized that any resistance would be futile.
Guided by an occasional prod from Angie, Susie got out of the car, and
preceded the younger girl to the door that led through the connecting
passageway into the house. They were met by a woman who looked as if she
had been a wrestler.
"So this is Susie," she chuckled."I see that you're putting those Crushers
that I gave you to good use," she added, noticing the control box in Angie's hand.
"Yeah. I don't think she would have come out here so easily without them.
She's beginning to get a little skittish."
"So much more fun," the big woman replied, taking the control from Angie's
hand. "OK, bitch, let's go into the interrogation room."
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The interrogation room was meagerly furnished, with cabinets running
along the wall. The door was soundproof, Susie noticed.
The big woman, whom Angie introduced as "the matron", didn't waste any
time. "Strip!" she commanded in a hoarse monosyllable.
Once more, Susie had to bare her body before a stranger. And then they
fastened her wrists to a pair of straps that hung from the ceiling,
holding her in an erect position, but loosely enough so she didn't have
to rise up on her toes.
While Angie fastened Susie's ankles to a pair of rings in the floor,
holding her legs spread apart, the matron turned her attention to the
Spiders. She quickly understood what they were for, and tormented Susie
a bit by pressing them in deeper. She grinned at Susie's cry of pain and protest.
"Very neat," she commented. "Your work?"
"Mine and Chuck's," Angie replied. "He and I work well as a team."
"I'd like to buy a dozen or so of these for use at the club", the matron
went on. "We have some guests that would go ape over something like that."
"No problem," Angie replied.
"In fact, maybe you and Chuck could go on our payroll as consultants."
"We'd like that," Angie assented. "We just love to design things like
this, and I'm sure we could come up with some really great ideas if we
could talk to a few of your guests, and maybe watch them party. And maybe
we could experiment on some of your hostesses with the more cruel devices.
It gets to be pretty tiring being the only guinea pig," she added, rubbing
her breasts with remembered pain.
"Done!" the big woman said heartily. "And now, Susie baby," she said as
she smeared a little lubricating jelly on her fingers, "let's check out the working parts."
