Lucia was on the floor, naked and with her hands tied behind her back and her ankles bound together.  There was another girl with her, tied in the same way and also naked.  When they could still hear the blond girl that had been with them screaming a few feet away from them on stage.  The show had gone on for a while and Lucia was starting to wonder how much more the small blond girl could take.  After much struggling the girl next to Lucia was able to get the gag out of her mouth.  She was a cute redhead, slim, with very small tits.  Now she was looking at Lucia with tears streaming down her face.

       “It doesn’t matter now, but my name is Alison.  I was going to college to be a doctor before these guys grabbed me.  I have a little brother who plays first base on his little league team.  I am very sorry don’t know your name or anything about you.  I am so sorry this happened to you.”

       Alison was cut off by the sound of the blond girl screaming on stage.  Alison and Lucia both looked up in time to see the Mistress, who was fucking the blond girl with a very large strap-on dildo, plunged a knife into the poor girl’s stomach. The Mistress pulled the blade out causing blood to spurt out of the wound and cover the girl’s stomach in red.  Again and again the knife fell while the crowd of onlookers dressed in evening gowns and business suits cheered.  While the bleeding girl was still screaming the Mistress leaned over her and grabbed her roughly by her blond hair and jerked her head back. The unfortunate girl screamed once again as the knife cut opened her throat.  The blond girl whose name Lucia never knew died on the stage in front of her while the Mistress continued to fuck her still quivering body, to the applause of the attending guests.

       “God help me.” Alison whispered.

       The blond girl’s body was dragged off the stage while the Mistress paced the stage like a caged cat.  She was a tall sleek woman.  She had long black hair that was pulled back into a tight pony tail.  She was nude save for a pair of thigh boots and the large strap-on that dangled in front of her like a weapon.  After the corps had been removed a pair of very large men strode menacingly towards Lucia and Alison.  They grabbed Alison by her arms and hoisted her easily to off the floor.

       “My name is Alison.” She screamed to Lucia, “I’m sorry.”

       Lucia watched as Alison was taken to the center of the stage that was still red from the blood of the previous show.  The two men carried Alison to the Mistress.

       “Well.” Said the Mistress, “This little bitch has started screaming for us early.” and the crowd cheered.

       “Fuck you!” Alison shouted as she spat in the Mistress’s face.  For a moment the Mistress looked amused at the display of defiance, but without warning she punched Alison in the gut with a surprising display of force.  Alison would have fell on the floor if not for the two men holding her.

       “Prepare her.”  The Mistress commanded and the Crowd applauded.

       Alison’s hands where untied and she was placed on a wooden table on her back.   One of the men held her down at the shoulders while the second man stretched out one of her arms at a right angle from her body.  He placed the point of a large nail in the center of Alison’s hand and picked up a heavy hammer.

       “No! No!” Alison screamed.  “Please, no!”  The hammer fell and Alison let out a loud cry. Her head thrashed from side to side and her body shuddered.  Alison Screamed so long that her voice gave out.  Then there was only the sound of the hammer striking the head of the nail and driving it through Alison’s hand.  Once first hand was secured to the table, Alison was weak from pain and didn’t protest as much when they took her second hand and began to repeat the process.  When the nail when into her hand she found new strength and commenced screaming, causing the audience to erupt in wild cheers.  After this Alison’s legs were pulled apart and her feet nailed to boards that had been attached to the table for this very function.

       Once she was firmly secured to the table it was lifted on its edge so that Alison was now in full view of the crowd. As the table slid into place there was a slight jolt that caused her small tits to bounce slightly. There was a thunderous round of applause.  Alison’s head was hanging limp with her red hair hanging in front of her face.  Now the show could begin in earnest.

       The Mistress strolled towards Alison with a dangerous kind of grace.  She lifted Alison’s head by the hair and spat in her face.

       “Now fuck you,” the Mistress hissed “bitch.”

       One of the large men wheeled over a surgical table of sorts.  With a kind of theatrical flourish the Mistress picked up a long slender needled from the table making sure that the audience could see it.  With a very slow and practiced hand she grabbed one of Alison’s nipples and pulled her tiny tit out as far as it would go.  Then she placed the needle at the top of Alison’s tit and impaled it so that the point of the needle came out the bottom.  Alison actually howled as the needle penetrated her.  A single drop of blood fell from the end of the needle and splashed onto the floor.  A second needle was stuck through Alison’s tit from side to side.  Then a third was pushed through diagonally, and finally a fourth was pushed through her tit making an X.  With four long needles pushed though a single tit Alison was already starting to show signs of giving out.  Her head was hanging to the side and her screams had become a quite steady sob.

       “Not time for that yet.” Declared the Mistress, “These good people want a show!”

       There was a round of applause while one of the men brought out a syringe and injected Alison with a stimulant.  With a wild jolt Alison jerked against the nails that were holding her to the upturned table.  She screamed long and loud and thrashed against her restraints.

       “Now!” said the Mistress, “The show can continue.”

       Four more needles were pushed into Alison’s other tit with renewed screams and wails.  After that both of her nipples were also pierced with thick safety pins.  With the stimulant wearing off and Alison once again succumbing to pain and exhalation it was time to move the show to its climax.  The Mistress shoved her strap-on into Alison’s pussy. It was very large and ringed with metal barbs that cut and tore Alison’s tender pussy with each thrust in and out.  Alison’s screamed with renewed vigor as she was fucked violently by the sadistic Mistress.  The Mistress actually came while she raped Alison with her painful tool.  Exhilarated from the orgasm, the Mistress jerked her strap-on from Alison’s pussy, bringing out a spray of blood with it.

       “End this!” the Mistress cried. 

Seemingly from nowhere one of the large men swung an axe that crashed into the table, severing Alison’s head from her body.  The head fell to the floor with a thud. Alison’s eyes looked around for a few seconds an her jaw moved up and down, but within a few seconds the movement of the jaw had stopped moving and her eyes glazed over.  Her body was still twitching on the table and the crowd of onlookers was absolutely roaring.  Lucia saw all of this from her vantage point beside the stage.  The she saw the two men coming for her.

Lucia was brought before the Mistress and her gag removed, but she didn’t speak like Alison had.  An indication to the Mistress that this one had learned its lesson. Lucia was placed on the table and her hands and feet were nailed to it, just like Alison had been, and the blond girl before her.  She screamed and cried and thrashed against her captors, but it was no use.  She was still screaming as the table was turned on its side and she saw the faces in the audience of the first time.  They were well dressed and stood sipping wine eager to see her tortured to death.

The Mistress selected her tools and went straight to work.  First there were the hooks.  Very similar to fishhooks, these barded metal hooks were pushed into Lucia’s tits just behind each nipple.  Lucia slummed on the table, held up only by the nails in her hands.  She was panting and struggling to deal with the pain.  She had been hurt before, but it was never something she enjoyed.  She toyed for a bit with the idea that many girls fantasized about this sort of thing, and believed that they would actually enjoy this.  Idiots she thought.  If this is what gets them wet, they can have it.

She felt like her tits were going to be ripped off when the Mistress hung the first weight off one tit and then the other.  On some level she wanted to just give in, to let the pain take her and allow the chips to fall where they may, but she was stronger than that.  She was determined to fight this as long as possible, even if she knew it was a losing battle.  Still she was determined to fight it.  She held in her screams as much as possible, gritting her teeth instead.  She kept her eyes open and watched the heavy weights dangling from her tits, stretching them further than she would have thought possible.  She watched the Mistress as she selected her next tools.  It was needles again, similar to the ones that had been used on Alison. Thinking about that caused Lucia to notice that the Mistress’s strap-on was still wet with Alison’s blood.

Unlike Alison, these needles were not intended for Lucia’s tits.  The Mistress knelt in from of her and pushed the first needle through her labia.  Again and again, more needles were inserted into her lips.  She recommenced screaming and thrashing while the crowd clapped and cheered.  All the pain and attention to her pussy did have a most likely unforeseen effect on Lucia.  As the sixth or so needled was inserted, she came.  She hardly noticed it, but it was still there, just below the pain.  If anyone noticed the slightly different tone of her last scream, or the slight quiver through her body, no one seemed to understand that it was any different from the screaming and thrashing she’d been doing the last hour or so.

The Mistress rose to her feet and looked Lucia squarely in the eye.

“Still with me slut?” Her voice was surprisingly sweet all things considering.

       “Just hanging around,” Lucia gasped.  That bit of self depreciating sarcasm sapped the last of Lucia’s strength.  She wasn’t going to be able to last much longer and she knew it.  The Mistress smiled.

       “I only have one needle left.” She put on a fake pout.  “Where do you think I should put it?”

       “Please don’t.” Lucia whispered.  “Please.”

       “Well, since you did say please.” The Mistress knelt once again.  Lucia felt her clit being squeezed between the Mistresses figures. She couldn’t fight it any longer, she simply hung by the nails, breathing deeply waiting for it to come.  The crowd was holding its breath in anticipation.  She felt the tip of the needle against her clit, needing only one good push.

       “I hope you’re ready for this.” The Mistress smirked.

       “Please...”

***

       The room was dark but for the lights focused on the stage.  The floor was littered with dead bodies in business suits and evening dresses.  Blood was mixing on the floor with wine.  The room was mostly quiet now.  The screams were all quiet now.  The only sounds were coming from the stage.

       The Mistress was crawling across the stage.  Her legs were broken and she was pulling herself along using only her arms.  The nude girl stood on the stage behind her, blood still dripping from the holes in her hands.  Her eyes were glazed over, and she had a blank expression on her face.  Shadows seemed to play across her body in such a way that it looked like they were moving.  The Mistress was trying to crawl away from her, but was having trouble getting over the body of one of the very large men that had assisted her.

       “Where are you going?” Lucia asked.  She quickly caught up with the Mistress in only a couple of strides and lifted her up by her hair.  An impressive feat considering that she was much shorter than the Mistress, who’s mangled legs were dangling uselessly under her.  The Mistress was dragged to the center of the stage near what was left of the table.  She was face down in a pool of her victim’s blood.  Lucia put her knee in the Mistress’s back with such force that ribs were broken.

       “This sort of thing is typically not my style.” Said Lucia, “But since you seem to enjoy it so much, I’ll play along.”  On the floor was the knife that was used to kill the blond girl at the beginning of the show.  The Mistress felt the tip of the blade poised against the entrance of her asshole.  She tried to crawl away but Lucia held her in place.

       “Don’t do this.” begged the Mistress.

       “Really? Begging already? You really are pathetic aren’t you?”  The blade was pushed in to the hilt, Cutting the Mistress’s ass along the way and puncturing the bottom of her intestines.  She lay on the floor sobbing with the handle of the knife sticking out of her bleeding ass.  Lucia let her lay there for a while so she could really appreciate the feeling, before she twisted the knife and pulled it roughly out of the Mistress’s ass.  Lucia flipped the Mistress over onto her back, and delivered a very hard kick to the Mistresses cunt.  Next the knife was used to slice off the Mistress’s tits.  Lucia wasted no time here, moving like a practiced butcher.  Within a matter of seconds the Mistress’s tits were gone and two bleeding wound were on her chest in their place.

       It was almost over.  Lucia cut off the Mistress’s ridiculous strap on and placed the blade of the knife along the spilt of her pussy.  With a slow motion she started cutting upward.  She sliced the mistress’s clit in half as she went.  Opened up her stomach and moved upward across her chest.  She only stopped when she got to the base of the Mistress’s throat.

       The Mistress lay on her back convulsing.  She would die soon, if Lucia let her take that long that is.

       “I hope you’re ready for this.”

       Without another word Lucia plunged the knife into the Mistress’s throat.  The Mistress shuddered and convulsed but made no protest besides the wet gurgles that were coming from her mouth.

       Lucia walked off the stage.  She dressed herself in one of the dresses from a corps and then walked out into the clear night air.

End

Black Mirror Part 2

Momentum

Julian drummed her fingers on the desk not really looking at anything.  The report was still open in front of her.  She had read it.  Seen the pictures. This was a problem she was going to have to address.  There were very powerful people who would be highly agitated by this turn of events, and someone was going to have to answer for it.  On the wall across from her desk there was a large painting of five circles arranged in a sort of pentagram pattern.  She felt like it was judging her. Her assistant buzzed the office and announced that her guest had arrived.  She told her to show him in.

The man who entered was young.  Had a sort of boyish look about him that suggested he was younger than he actually was.  Short black hair, his facial features betrayed his slight Asian ancestry. He was dressed in a suit and tie and carried himself with a professional grace.  Now he was looking at her for answers.

Julian nodded toward the report on her desk.

“I trust you have seen this.”

“Yes.  It would be hard not to.  Everyone is talking about it this morning.”

“Let them talk. I am not interested in gossip right now, just results.”

“So I assume the rumors are true?”  His feign ignorance was charming.

“Complete loss of the Firefly club.  Over thirty people in attendance, all dead.  Not to mention the total loss of staff and security.”  She rose and walked to the mini bar and poured herself a glass of whisky.

“Anything to go on?”

“No witnesses, no evidence.” She took a drink and gave herself a moment as the liquid burned its way down her throat.  “We had to pay extra to keep it out of the papers since one of the cops that showed up killed himself later that night.”

“I guess not everyone is cut out to deal with mass murder.”  His face was passive, but there was the hint of a smile in his voice.

“Guess not.” She offered him a drink, but it was declined.  “We do have one lead though, but it isn’t a very good one.”

“Do tell.”

“There were three girls on display that night.  Only two of them are accounted for.”

“So there was no body?”

“Nothing.”

“I suppose it would be too much to ask that your people bothered to find out who she was before they strung her up.”

“Yeah, we have her first pets name and her social security number on file.” She took another drink.  “You’ve been with the hunting crews.  It’s all about opportunity, no need to find out who these girls are or where they come from.  Enough girls go missing everyday that no one notices an extra one here and there.”

“I suppose you want me to try and find her.”

“We know that they got her in Atlantic City somewhere.  She most likely isn’t even alive anymore, but she is the only lead we have at this point.”

“What are you going to do in the mean time?”

“We can have the clubs use livestock till we get this sorted out.  What happened at Firefly has got our guests very nervous.”

“The farm raised ones never put on as good of a show.”

“I’ll deal with booking, John.  You just get to Atlantic City and try to find this girl. Or what’s left of her.”

*****

Keith sat at his computer, but had no real interest at anything on the screen.  It was all just more of the same.  Porn, people talking about porn, and more porn.  With all that porn, he considered masturbation, but just didn’t have the heart for it.  That summed up his attitude for a lot of things.  The room was dark, save for the lights from the street that came in through the window.  He had no one to talk to and no place to be.  Somewhere a police car turned on its siren.  The sound was low and lonely. It fit the mood perfectly.

It was boredom more than anything that motivated Keith to get up and put on his overcoat.  He justified it by thinking he was going to get some fresh air.  The term “fresh air” was inaccurate in the city, but he wanted to get something.  Just wasn’t sure what that was yet.  On the sidewalk in front of the building he stepped over a bum that had passed out, or died.  Just another night.  Keith was young, fit, relatively attractive, but a number of circumstances had always prevented him from really connecting with other people.  He had a pretty good job, but lived in the shit part of town, had no car, and dressed like a vagrant.  His problem was always that nothing really mattered to him.

The side streets and alleys he walked were most likely not safe.  But he didn’t feel like he was in danger.  Not that it would batter if he was.  In front of an adult bookstore he saw a group of girls huddled together talking.  They looked like college girls.  He had seen a lot of their kind in this part of town.  They came here when they wanted to be a little bit naughty without the risk of someone they knew seeing them.  He stopped to smoke a cigarette, here was as good of a spot as any.  So he leaned against the wall and rummaged from his lighter.  One of the girls came up to him and asked if she could bum a cigarette.  She was cute, blond, could have been a cheerleader or something.  He obliged her.

“Do I owe you anything?” she asked with sort of a mischievous smile.

“Not really.” He replied.

“Guess you’re into dudes the?” She seemed insulted that he hadn’t been more interested.

“Yeah, that’s totally it.”

She returned to her friends and he watched them walk away.  He didn’t notice the other girl who was standing behind him.

“Not into girls gone wild?” she asked.  Keith jumped from surprise at her sudden appearance. She was about an inch or so taller than him, thin and attractive with brown hair that came down just to her jaw.

“No, I guess not.” He said, trying to regain his composure.

“Good. Come on, I’ll walk you home.” She said.

“What makes you think I want to go home?” he asked.

“Because you don’t want to be here.”  With that, she turned and started walking.  He really couldn’t argue with her logic, so he followed her.  As he fell in step behind her, he considered for a moment that she seemed to know exactly where he lived, but that didn’t seem to matter to him.  Most things didn’t matter to him, but it seemed like this one should.

“What do you do Keith?”

“I work in an office.”

“Do you do anything in this office?”

“Actually not much. I just fill a chair.”

“But you don’t like it that much?”

“It’s a job.  All things considered, I’m lucky to have one.”

“There are many people who don’t, that is true.  But wouldn’t you rather do something that made you happy?”

“I’ve never really put much thought into that.”

“Maybe you should.”

“Yeah, maybe” It occurred to him that he didn’t even know this girl’s name yet, but she seemed very familiar with him.

“What do you do?” he asked, trying to get control of the conversation.

“I have rich parents.”  Her answer was very matter-of-factly.  She wasn’t trying to impress him, just giving him information.

By this time they were back at his building.  The bum was gone so he was presumably still alive somewhere.  Keith led the girl up to his room.  He still wasn’t quite sure what they were going to do when they got there.

She smiled little as he held the door for her.  He was a little self conscious about the state of the place.  He hadn’t been expecting guests after all.  There were a couple of beer bottles sitting around, a few papers from work, and a rain coat on the floor next to a pizza box.  The place wasn’t a dump but it was clear that it didn’t get much attention.

“Nice place.” She said, as she slipped her jacket off.

“Um, yeah I guess.” He was wondering if he could straighten the place up a little bit without her noticing.  Hopefully she would have to use the bathroom or something.

“It is.” She took him by the hand and led him to a chair in the space that made up his living room and gently pushed him into it.

“Um, what do you want to do?” he asked.

“It’s a little late for that now.” As she spoke she opened the blinds so that the light from the street would provide a bit more lamination.  Not much, just ambient light. “You haven’t had much input in this situation thus far, so you can’t really expect to have any now.”  Turning back to him she started to undo the buttons on her shirt. “This of this is sort of a morality play.”

Slipping the shirt off, she was now topless.  Her breasts were a bit small, very perky.  Her skirt came to about mid thigh but compared to the rest of her nakedness it was annoyingly concealing.  She came back to the chair and straddled him. He was already quite hard and she was making a point to grind herself into him.  This was essentially a lap dance.  She rubbed her hands around his neck and chest.  Placed her breasts against his face, the entire time gyrating her body against his.  His hands were on the arms of the chair.  He was just enjoying the ride.

When she was satisfied with that she slid down to the floor and got on her knees.  She ran her hands up and down his thighs and was not bashful about the attention she was showing to the prominent bulge in his pants.  Finally she undid his belt and with incredible ease she slid his pants off so that he was naked from the waist down, the opposite of her.  His cock was sticking straight up, practically begging for attention.  She started with her hands, very lightly sliding her fingers across the shaft, gently touching the head.  Each time she did, it would jump a little and she smiled.

Then she started with her tongue.  Up and down the shaft.  Flicking the tip of it.  Sometimes she would almost put it in her mouth, but then withdraw with a grin.  He was shifting and writhing with anticipation.  She continued this for some time.  Finally, very slowly she let the tip slid past her lips. She played with it insider her mouth with her tongue. Then she pulled away again, and continued to use her hands and tongue.  Keith let out a loud sigh and she smiled.

She slid back up his body, taking pains to ensure that her breasts rubbed against his erection.  Once she was back on top of him she lowered herself so that his cock went inside of her, apparently she wasn’t wearing underwear. She was soft and wet and warm, it felt almost like fire.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and very slowly commended to hump him.  It was very rhythmic and smooth. Primal.  She never slowed down or sped up the pace, just the same firm slow motion over and over again.  She held her head next to his so he could hear her breathing, which she was doing in very short breathy gasps.  Occasionally she would let out a quiet moan or a whimper.

“Do you like this?” She whispered to him.

“Yes.” He replied after a pause.

“Good.” She said as laid her head on his shoulder.  She let out a long sigh and came.  Her insides twitched and squeezed his cock inside her.  She kissed him on the cheek and then started to pull away.  In a near panic he tried to grab her and pull her back onto his cock, but his hands wouldn’t move.  He didn’t know why but they were held firmly to the arms of the chair as if by magnets or something.  His whole body was paralyzed.  She was moving away from him and there was nothing he could do about it.  He wanted to grab her and throw her on the floor.  To fuck the shit out of her, but he couldn’t move.  He cock was still standing proud and erect, but she was standing a few feet away, looking at him and smiling.  He felt like he would come if she so much as blew on him, which made it all the more frustrating when she did just that and he was still not able to come.

She used her mouth again and licked the entire length of his cock with great meticulous care. When she was satisfied she leaned down and kissed him on the mouth.  He could taste her pussy from where she had been licking her own juices off of him.  Then she started putting her shit back on.

“Please, don’t stop.” He pleaded.

“Oh. What do you want to do?” she asked and he didn’t know how to reply.  “Fuck me? Bend me over and fuck me like a dog?” She was smiling. “Fuck my ass perhaps? Would you want to come inside of me? Or perhaps pull out right at the end and come all over my face and tits?” by now her shirt was back on and she was fully dressed again. “Does any of this sound about right?”

“Yes.” He moaned.  “God yes.”

“You should have asked.” She smiled again, and then let herself out.

It was a long time before he realized he could move again.  But he didn’t.  He just sat there, with his pants off, erection now faded, mind racing. He could still smell her.  She was right, he knew.  He should have asked.

*****

On the street below she walked out of the building and started down the sidewalk.  It was a chilly night and the insides of her thighs were wet under her skirt.  She didn’t mind really.  It was an amusing sensation.  She always wondered about stuff like that when she met people on the street.  Those little feelings that you get after fucking that one ever talks about.  Any number of people could be having those and there would be no way of knowing.  Once she had ran into a friend from school and the two of them had went for coffee.  The entire time her ass had been full of cum where she had been fucked anally only a few minutes before.  She didn’t say anything about it, and her friend had no way of knowing of course, but it was still fun to think about.  Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice the man walking up to her.

“Excuse me.” He said and she started. “Sorry to frighten you, but I am looking for this girl have you seen her?”  He showed her a picture of a young girl’s face.  She as very pretty, with pale skin and very long black hair.

“No, I haven’t seen her.” She replied. “Friend of yours?”  She looked at the man.  He looked very young, but didn’t seem like a local.  He wore a suit and seemed a bit stuck up.  By the look of him she guessed he might be Japanese or something, at least half.

“I wish.” He said, putting the picture away. “I met her at a party and have been trying to find her ever since.  I didn’t even get her name.”

“Well, that’s too bad sport.  Hope you find her.”

“Thanks,” he said. “Sorry to bother you.”  And he quickly headed down the sidewalk.

She quickly looked around to see if there was anyone else watching her.  She didn’t see anyone else, and more importantly she didn’t feel anyone else.  She darted into a side street and stood as out of sight as she could get.  Pulling out her cell phone she dialed a number and waited for someone to answer.

“We have a problem.”

Black Mirror Part 3

The Farm

Megan’s drove her car up the paved driveway to the mansion.  It was a sprawling structure that blotted out the sky as she got closer to it.  She drove around the large fountain and pulled her car to a stop.  Max was already walking down the white stone steps to greet her as she stepped out of the car.  He was wearing a black business suit, as was his standard look, but he hadn’t shaved and his hair was a bit unkempt.  It gave him a casual look that Megan thought was rather becoming.

“Greetings,” She shouted waving her hand over her head. “Have you been back long?”

“No.” He said, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.  “I just got back from Spain last night. I was planning on staying longer, but father insisted I come back early.”

“Why is that?” she inquired as she put on a pair of sunglasses.

“I don’t know. He has been in a very bad mood ever since I got back, and has been on the phone pretty much nonstop.”

“Well, I hope everything is ok.”

“I’m sure it will be. I haven’t seen a disaster yet that can’t be taken care of by throwing money on it, and he has plenty to throw.” There was a tone of discontent in his voice that he wasn’t bothering to hide.

“Don’t be so emo.” Megan kidded him. “You have a guest.”

“Oh right.” He said. “You’ve never been here before. What would you like to do?” Megan knew what she wanted to do, but didn’t want to be too forward.

“Why don’t you show me around the place? I don’t mind walking.”

“Good idea.  After being cooped up with Father all day I could use the fresh air.”

He offered her his arm, which she accepted and the two of them started to walk around the estate.  It was a very large area covering many acres and with numerous out buildings, guest houses, swimming pools, tennis courts, and all the trapping one would expect to find at the home of the extremely wealthy.  On top of that it was an absolutely beautiful day.  The sky was deep blue.  Broken only by large puffy clouds that floated slowly over.

“Any idea what has Mr. Fairwell, so upset? Or why he wanted you back?” Megan ventured to ask.

“Not really.  I think there has been a problem in New Jersey, but I try to avoid my father’s social circles so I have been spared from the rumor mill.”

“Could you be anymore the bored aristocrat?” she kidded him again.

“Perhaps if I try.” He gave her a subtle smile and Megan found herself blushing.  They had been walking for some time and were very far from the house at this point.  Megan noticed a rather nondescript outbuilding that Max had not mentioned.  This might be her chance.

“What is that building for?” she pointed.

“Oh,” Max hesitated.  “That’s the kennel.”

“Really?” Megan tried to sound surprised. “Can we go in?”

“Umm, I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.” Max was obviously a bit uncomfortable.

“Why not?” she asked, looking hurt.

“Because, I don’t think that it is a very lady like place to take such a charming guest.”

“Really sir? You do flatter me.” She placed her hand on her chest in an exaggerated gesture, then look up at Max with a seductive smile. “Perhaps I am in the mood for something un-lady like.”  Now it was Max’s turn to blush a little.  Megan was satisfied with this.

“If you say so.”

Max walked her to the door of the building and opened it with a key.  When the door opened a row of lights along the ceiling flickered on providing illumination inside the windowless room.  Still, it took Megan’s eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light.  When they did, what she saw shocked her.  There were two rows of cells that ran along the walls of the building.  Inside just about every cell was a young naked girl.  Max had called this place the kennel.  It was an accurate description.  Some of the girls hoped up excitedly and ran to the wire doors of their cells, others huddled in the corners, while still others seemed indifferent to the newcomers.  The room was strangely silent.  None of the girls made a sound.

None of them tried to cover themselves, so Megan was able to get a very good look at them.  They were all young, Megan suspected that they might be teenagers, early twenties at the most.  They were all thin.  Some of them had had their breast artificially enlarged, but not all.  And while their hair was all different colors, it was all cut in a sort of uniformed pixy cut.  Also none of them had any pubic hair to speak of.

Megan felt her knees get a little bit weak. Before she could topple, she felt Max’s arm around her.  He let her lean against him and catch get her balance back.  She held on to his arm even after she had recovered.

“I have never seen anything like this.” Megan gasped.

“I find that a little bit hard to believe.”

“I’m not like you.” Megan said in a low voice.  “I was in college before I started getting involved in this stuff.”

“Yeah, I guess growing up around it kind of desensitizes you.” Max admitted.  “Do you want to go?” he asked with honest concern.

“No, I want you to get one out for me.”

Max walked over to the nearest cell and opened the door.  The girl inside was a young dark haired Hispanic girl.  She was cautious, but Max took her gently by the hand and led her out to Megan.  Max rubbed his hand up and down the girl’s neck and back while Megan examined her.  The girl tossed her head around obviously enjoying the attention max was giving her.  She made a quiet cooing sound.

“Can she not talk?” Megan asked.

“No, they have their vocal cords damaged when they are very young.  The sound she is making now is about as loud as they can get. I don’t think they would be able to talk anyway.  It isn’t like they get a lot of interaction with people.  It’s just best if we keep them quiet.”

Meghan continued her examination of the girl.  She was standing in front of the girl when she realized that the girl was watching her and she suddenly felt self conscious.  The girl noticed and smiled at her, which made Megan blush and look away.  When she looked back the girl was still smiling at her and Megan giggled despite herself.  She reached out with one of her hands and tickled the girl on the stomach which caused her to jerk and go into a fit of strange sounding giggles.

“I like this one.” Max said, catching the girl by the arm before she could get very far from him.  “She’s pretty playful.”

“Where did you get her?” Megan asked joining Max in rubbing the girl’s head.

“We get them from different places.  Some of them are born here, or in kennels just like this.  Other times we have had people sell pregnant women to us or use them to cover debts that they might owe.  Those are pretty valuable on the circuit.  The babies, when they are born are put into kennels and raised like this.  That’s how we got her.  A Mexican revolutionary couldn’t pay Father back for a contribution, but his daughter was pregnant so he gave her to Father, and this is the child.”

“What is going to happen to her?”

“Depends on who buys her.” Max shrugged “Farm raised ones like her aren’t very popular for snuff shows, but it’s still a pretty big part of our business here, so it’s possible that she could end up in one of those.”

“Why wouldn’t she be popular for a snuff show?”

“Well, since she has been locked up all her life out here, she just doesn’t have the emotional range of a girl they catch off the street.  Forgive me for saying so, but the people who go to those shows want to see a girl who is terrified because she knows she is about to die.  Kennel raised ones like this just aren’t as entertaining.”

Megan’s face was becoming flush again, and she could feel her pussy starting to get wet.

“So, if snuff show aren’t a good option, what then?”

“A lot of them get sold for meat.”

“Really? So someone is going to eat her?”

“Maybe.  They have parties for it.  People get together and watch them put her down, then spend the rest of the night jacking off and waiting for her to finish cooking.” Max suddenly seemed a bit awkward.  “I should put her back.”  As he started to lead her away Megan noticed a damp spot on the girl’s leg.

“Wait.” She said.  She rubbed her fingers gently along the opening of the girls pussy and it came back soaked.  “Was she getting turned on by what we were doing?”

“Yeah.” Max answered “they get some pretty strong hormone therapy when they are little.  It messes up their body’s internal chemistry and heightens their arousal centers.  It really doesn’t take much to get them turned on.”

As Max was talking Megan was gently fingering the girl who was cooing and rocking on her hand.  The girl’s eyes rolled around in their sockets and her head shifted slowly from side to side.  Max stood by and let Megan finish.  Only after the girl came with a quite gurgle did Megan remove her hand and allow Max to put the girl back in her cell.

“I read a story once, where they took a girl and impaled her on a spit before cooking her.  Is that what is going to happen to her?” Megan asked.

“No, that’s stupid.  It doesn’t work so well in real life.  I told you this place wasn’t my idea place to take polite company.” Max said, still not looking at Megan.  After the cell was closed Megan walked to the wire door and looped her fingers though the mesh.  The Hispanic girl stood on the other side and placed her hands over Megan’s”

“Max.” Megan said, as she freed one of her hands and undid her pants.  They were loose enough on her that they fell around her ankles exposing her ass.  “I never said I wanted you to treat me like polite company.”

Megan was so aroused that she could hardly breathe. She let her head fall forward and press into the wire door. The girl on the other side started to lick and suckle Megan’s lips.  The girl had no idea what a kiss was.  She had never been kissed, and never would be. Right up to the day when she was killed in front of wealthy people while they fucked each other watching her die.  But her natural instincts provided a reasonable facsimile. Megan was lost in her own world.  Finally she felt Max put his hands on her waist.  She was so wet that he didn’t have any trouble sliding into her.  While Max fucked her from behind, the Hispanic kennel girl continued to suck Megan’s lips through the wire cell door.  Megan returned the gesture and their lips and tongues lashed against each other. Megan felt the orgasm coming from deep in her gut the same way you feel a train coming before it runs you over.  When it hit her she let out a scream that frightened the girl in front of her and cause the rest to whimper in their cells.

Max continued to fuck her for a few minutes longer while she caught her breath before he finally came inside of her.

*****

       Max and Megan walked back to the house without saying another word to each other.  When they made it back to the house Max’s father was standing on the step. He was a well muscled man in his mid fifties with a full head of soft gray hair. Next to him was a scared looking girl with short red hair.  She was topless exposing here pierced nipples and wearing a ball gag. Megan also noticed that she was walking a bit awkwardly and assumed that there was some kind of plug in at least one of the girl’s holes.

       “Everything ok?” Max asked.

       “I am waiting for John.  I have to see Julian tonight.  Megan I hope you don’t equate my brevity with rudeness. I trust Max has kept you entertained.”

       “Yes,” Megan said looking away. “He was just showing me around the place.”  Before he could reply a long black car pulled quickly up the driveway and came to a stop in front of the house.  John jumped out of the driver seat and rushed to open the passenger door for Mr. Fairwell.  John was dressed in his usual black suit.  Megan had only seem him a time or two.  She thought he might be from an Asian family, but she wasn’t sure.  Today he was wearing sunglasses so it was impossible for her to see his eyes.  Within only a few seconds, Mr. Fairwell, John, and the captive girl were in the car and vanishing down the driveway.

       Alone with Max once again, Megan found herself unsure about what to say or do.

*****

       Andria ran through the woods as fast as her weak legs could carry here.  She was trying very hard to make sense out of what was going on, but here memories were just too blurry she had no idea where she was or how she had gotten here.  She was naked and covered in dirt and mud.  Her left nipple was bleeding where she had fallen and ripped her piercing.  He red hair was now caked with mud and plastered to the side of her head.

       One minute she had been walking back to her apartment from the store. 

       A van. 

       She remembered having her clothes removed and put in a trash bag.  She remembered a large house and steps leading down.  She was tied up, with a gag in her mouth.

       Pain.

       Something large had been shoved into her ass.  It was so big that she thought it was going to rip her apart as it was going in. Once it was in, it wouldn’t come out.  Her ass was still in pain, but the object was gone.

       A girl. 

       There had been another girl with her.  She had long black hair.  She had taken the gag out of Andria’s mouth and untied her.  She kissed her on the mouth and told her to run.

       Running.

       The next thing Andria remembered was running through the woods.  There was a road up a head.  Maybe she could get help.  Flag someone down.  There were headlights on the road, a car was coming.  If she could just get close enough, she could get help.  But her legs were too weak and the road was too far away.  She screamed as the long black car came around a curve and into view, but it was no use.  She was too far away, and the car passed her without notice.

Dark Mirror Part 4

Two Rings

Travis got his wife another cup of coffee and sat it down in front of her.  She took it without saying a word.  Silently, he took a seat next to her and joined her silent vigil.  To pretend that they were doing anything other than waiting would be foolish.  Travis and his wife Christina had been married for about seventeen years; both of them had taken good care of themselves and were fairly attractive. They had a daughter who went to a well established private school and they lived in a nice house in a just outside of Louisville.  They were quite respected in their community and normal by every quantifiable standard.  Save one.  And that was the reason for their vigil.  It was about ten minutes until nine in the morning.  Abby, their daughter had been in school for almost an hour and had dance class right after, so she would not be home for many hours.  Now Travis and Christina waited while looking at the clock.

At about three minutes before nine their doorbell rang.  Both of them jumped and Christina quickly glanced at Travis like she wasn’t sure what to do.  Travis put his hand on her shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.  He walked to the door and opened it.  The girl standing on the other side was tall for a girl; she had brownish hair that hung down just below her jaw.

“Hi.” She said with a cheerful smile. “I’m Amber.”

“Yes, of course.” Travis stammered. “Come in, come in.”

Travis led her into the dining room where Christina was still sitting at the table.  She stood and shook hands with Amber.  After a very short introduction, the three of them sat down.

“So,” started Amber. “I have read your emails, so I have a pretty good idea of your background, but I’d like to ask you a few more things before we get started now that I have you face to face, if that ok.”

“Sure,” said Christina. “I don’t have a problem with that.

“I’m fine with it.” Travis chimed in.

“Great. So, you said in your email that you guys are into domestic discipline.  What exactly did you mean by that?”

“Um, well.” Travis stammered.

“He spanks me.” Christina started. “If I do something that upsets him, or even if he just has a bad day, he spanks me.”

“How does he spank you?”

“Well, normally he has me take my pants and underwear off.  Normally I just go ahead and take all my clothes off and get naked.  Then I just go over his knee and he takes a belt to me.”

“Ok. So, over the knee with a belt.  Is that all?”

“Well, normally after a spanking, he has sex with me.  Sometimes…well most of the times when I am punished I don’t get to eat either.”

“For how long?” Amber seemed very casual and interested in the conversation.  Travis was feeling a bit awkward hearing his wife talk about the things they did.  Things that he had always considered very private.

“Well, if I am punished it tends to be in the afternoon, so I go without dinner that night.  There have been some times where I have been punished in the morning, and then I don’t eat at all that day.  I guess it’s just for the rest of the day.  I know that if I get punished, I just don’t eat after that.”

“And you are ok with this?” Amber asked.

“Yes.” Christina asserted.  “Sometimes I do things that I know will get me in trouble, just so I will get punished.”

“Do you get off on this?”

“Well, no.” Christina did stammer a bit. “The spankings hurt.  He hits me very hard and I have a hard time sitting down for a couple of days after them.  And I hate being hungry.  So no I don’t enjoy it.”

“But you said that he fucks you after spanking you.  Do you enjoy that?”

“Again, no.  That is just him letting off steam.  I am normally still in a lot of pain from the spanking.  The sex afterword is just what I said.  He’s letting off steam, and that is just one more way that he can use my body to do that.”

“Ok, so how long has this been going on?”

“Almost the entire time we’ve been married.” Travis finally spoke up.  “When we first met, right after college, neither of us had any idea where this was going. It just wasn’t something we thought about.  But, there was one night we were at a party and Christian got very drunk and embarrassed me quite badly in front of some of the people I work with, important people from my company.  So, the next day I was still very angry and she was very sorry, but telling me that she was sorry just didn’t seem to cut it.  So she came into the room where I was, took off her clothes, handed me a belt, and told me what she wanted me to do with it.  And we have been doing it ever since.”

“Ok.” Amber said. “Christina came up with the spanking thing.  Where did the no eating thing come from?”

“Well.” Travis continued while sipping his coffee.  “There was one night when, um, I spanked her, and it was just before we were about to eat. And, um, after I was done I just told her to go to our room and not come out.  So I left her there all night.”

“Classic.” Amber smiled. “You sent her to bed without dinner.” Christina giggled and hid her head in her hands and Travis shifted uncomfortably.

“Essentially,” he continued.”Look, like I said, this isn’t something that we planned on getting into when we got married, it just sort of happened. We have never talked about this to anyone else before.”

“I see,” Amber was soft spoken and polite. “But now we are talking.  You guys are pretty lucky.  Most people never even talk to their spouses about their fantasies, and to some existent this is what we are doing here.  But not only have you two talked about them, but you have also included them in your relationship and made them work.  Most of the time they just stay fantasies.  Now the next question is; is the stuff we discussed in the emails, is that something you guys really want to do, or is that something you would rather leave as a fantasy?”

“I want to do it.” Christina spoke first.

“Travis?” Amber asked.

“Yes. I want to do it.” He hesitated, but sounded confident.

“Good.” Amber smiled.  “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“Ok,” Travis started. “What do we do now?”

“That is up to the two of you.  I have my safe word, but I don’t think I’ll need it.  I trust you two, so I think I’ll be ok.”

“You can start by taking your clothes off.” Christina said.

“Ok, I can do that.” Without another word Amber stood up from the table and started to undress.  She didn’t make a show out of it or anything, because she hadn’t been asked to.  She simply removed her garments until she was naked.

“I think we should go into the living room.” Travis suggested and the three of them left the dining room and went to the living room where there were more comfortable chairs and more room.

After they got there, Christina also removed her clothes and placed them in a neat pile next to the sofa.  While his wife was undressing Travis got a pair of handcuffs and secured Amber’s hands behind her back.  Once she was fully undressed Christina sat down on the couch with her legs opened and her privates exposed.  Travis took Amber roughly by her hair and pulled her over to the couch and pushed her down onto her knees and her face into his wife’s privates.  Amber did not need any urging to know what she was expected to do.  She immediately started licking and sucking Christina’s vagina.  She must have been good at it, because in just a few seconds Christina was thrashing and writhing on the sofa.

Standing behind Amber, Travis removed his thick leather belt.  With a hard swing he hit Amber right across her butt.  She jumped and screamed, but her cry was quickly muffled as she buried her face back into Christina.  Travis waited a few seconds to see Amber’s reaction, he was worried that he had hurt her or hit her too hard.  Already there was a thick red gash glowing across her cheeks and that was just from one swing.  She did not protest though, so he took that as a sign to continue. 

Again and again he swung.  Each blow creating a deep red line across Amber’s backside.  She cried out a little each time the belt landed, but did her best to continue pleasuring his wife.  Travis could see that Christina was about ready to come.  He laid the belt aside and undressed.  After he was naked he took his position on his knees behind Amber.  Grabbing her by her red butt cheeks he pulled them apart until he could see her asshole and her vagina looking back at him.  He didn’t bother to check if she was wet or even the slightest bit aroused, he simply shoved is cock into her and let her deal with the rest.  Now Amber was wedged between husband and wife.  Christian was obviously enjoying the attention Amber was giving her and each time Travis thrust into her it pushed her forward into Christian, a fact that Christina seemed to be enjoying very much.  Christina grabbed Amber by the head and pulled her face against her vagina while she came.  She was covering Amber’s face with her cum and moaning deeply as she did so.

After watching his wife come, Travis figured it was his turn.  He grabbed Amber again by the hair of her head and threw her on the ground on her back.  It wasn’t very comfortable for her, with her hands cuffed behind her, but she seemed to manage.  Christina got up from the sofa and laid down on top of Amber so that her vagina was still in the girl’s face.  Travis again got in position. This time he was behind his wife and proceeded to penetrate her.  From her angle Amber was still able to use her mouth, this time targeting Christina’s clitoris, which she did.  Christina was resting her head on Amber’s thigh.  Her eyes there about half closed and to Travis’s mind she looked like she was stoned. She quivered as another orgasm passed through her.

With a great thrust forward Travis came.  Semen flooded his wife’s vagina and squirted out around the edges, dripping into Amber’s face.  Travis withdrew and left a trail of warm white come oozing out her vagina.  Amber lifted her head and began to suck as much of the come up as possible.  Christina had one last orgasm while she did this.

After they were done, Travis un-cuffed Ambers hands and showed her upstairs to the shower so she could wash off.  He and Christina lay on the couch together while Amber took her shower.  Christina was playing with his balls a little, which was working because he was already starting to become erect again.  If he were only a few years younger he would be ready to go again.  For his part, he was playing with the rim of his wife’s asshole, which was causing her to gyrate a little bit and gently hump his leg.  She didn’t say anything, but every once in a while would let out a contented sigh.

After a few minutes Amber emerged from the bathroom.  The husband and wife got up, both a little self conscious about their nakedness all of a sudden.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Amber asked.

“Umm, no I think we are good.” Travis replied.

“Thank you so much for coming.” Christina offered.

“Not a problem, I had a great time.” Amber shook both of their hands.  “You know how to get in touch with me.”

“Yes we do.” Christina smiled.

“Great.” Amber smiled again. “Well. If there is nothing else, our business here is done.”

Amber let herself out. Travis and Christina lay back down on the couch in a warm cuddle.

“Anything you want to do?” Travis asked.

“Not really.” Christina responded as she let her hand drift back down between his legs.

“Are you hungry or anything?”  Christina didn’t reply, rather she gently slapped Travis on the nuts.

“Ouch.” He said with a confused look. “That hurt.”

“I guess you’ll have to punish me.” Christina sighed.

“Ok. You can make me lunch and watch me eat it then.” Travis said as he squeezed her a little bit tighter. “I’ll beat you later.”

“Ok.” Christina sighed again and kissed him on the cheek.

*****

       Richard Fairwell was the last to enter the room.  Julian and Samuel were already waiting for him.  They said a very short introduction, and Richard walked to Julian’s desk where he removed a plain gold ring from his finger and placed it on the desk.  Julian did the same with a ring of her own and Samuel followed suit with his ring.

       “I understand you have something you want to tell me.” Richard began, looking at Julian.

       “Both of you.” Julian replied.  “I have just got word that both the Hickman and Spade families have declined to attend the Boston event, presumably this is because of what happened at the Firefly.  Both families lost members there.”

       “The event will be held. Regardless.”  Richard asserted.

       “If you don’t mind me asking sir, why the insistence?” Samuel was very intelligent.  In his early thirties he had a mind for calculations and logic that could be cold and ruthless when need be.  Of course he would ask for reasons.  Julian would never raise a question she thought might jeopardize her position.  Richard took a long time to reply.

       “Do you know what day the Boston event is going to be held on?”

       “Twenty first of June.” Samuel replied.

       “Does that date have any meaning to you beyond a date on a calendar?”

“No.” Samuel looked confused. “Should it?”

“No, I don’t guess it should.” Richard looked at the wall with the painting of the five rings. For a moment he was a bit sad. “The Boston event will go on as scheduled because I am the eldest.  When I am dead, you two can do whatever you like.”

“What steps should I take to ensure that we don’t have another Firefly?” Julian asked, always eager to help.

“We assume that it was an isolated event, a freak accident. But we take precautions as if it were not. If someone is trying to harass us, then we will flush them out.  Put more events on the schedule between now and then.  If someone wants to strike, let’s give them plenty of opportunity to do so. I have enough livestock to foot the bill.”

“I am contacting the venues as we speak.” Said Julian as she started pressing buttons on her phone.

Richard picked his ring up off the desk and left the room.

*****

       When Richard got back to his hotel the girl was still where he had left her.  Naked, beautiful red hair held back by the strap of the ball gag, tears streaming down her face, the tip of the giant plug that had been shoved up her ass peeking out from under her.  He let out as sigh as he took his coat off.

       “I have to tell you, that this is going to be painful for you.” He took her chin in his hand and held up her head so she was looking at him. “But lucky for you I am not in the mood to play around today, so at least it is going to be quick.” The girl turned her head as to not look at him. “I do want to hear you scream a bit though, so let’s get this gag out. I should warn you, the room is sound proof so I am the only one that is going to be hearing you.”

       He undid the strap that held the gag in her mouth and tossed it aside while she flexed her jaw trying to work out the stiffness from wearing the gag so long.

       “Now,” He smiled at her. “Are you ready to start screaming for me?”

       “No, our business here is done.” She hissed.

       Richard hit the ceiling hard and then plummeted to the floor. He landed on his face.  He was in pain with a possible broken rib and he could taste blood from a slit lip.  Stunned, it took him a moment to lift himself up. The girl that stood in front of him was not the same one that he had walked in on a few moments before. She was pale with very long black hair.  Her hands were bound, and he could still see the plug in her ass, but it was not the same girl.  As he watched she pulled her wrists apart, breaking the cords that bound her hands. There is no way she should have been able to do that.

       “You are the one that wrecked the Firefly Club, aren’t you?”

       “I don’t think that should be much of a question.”

       “Perhaps no, but it never hurts to ask.” Richard spat a bit of the blood out of his mouth.  Quickly, he jumped to his feet with a speed that would not seem possible for someone his age.  But he had taken pains to keep himself fit.  He took a swing at her with his huge right fist with enough force to knock her head off her shoulders.  She ducked out of the way of the punch and while he was off balance caught him with a snap kick that landed directly on his nuts.

       He fell to the ground again, this time gasping for air.  She gave him a few moments while she paced around the room.

       “What are you?” he asked once his body started working again.

       “Your reflection.”

       “Are you going to kill me?” he asked.  He didn’t sound afraid, just impatient.

       “Of course.”

       “Well, get on that.” He spat.

       “Never one to keep someone waiting.” She got on her knees in front of him and snaked her hand out to grab is head. “I have something for you. Consider it a return.  You gave it to me first, now, I’m giving it back.”

       Richard Fairwell’s mind exploded in images.  He felt the nails going into his hands and feet.  He felt the hooks being pushed into his breasts and the weights hung from them.  Then came the needles.  He screamed, but there was no one to hear him.  It was a sound proof room after all.  Then he stopped screaming.

Dark Mirror Part 5

Feasting

       Lucia screamed and then sobbed into the floor.  She was naked, on her knees and covered in sweat.  Her long black hair stuck to her body and hung around her face.  Amber put her arm around her and tried to comfort her, Lucia could not be consoled.  She continued to cry until her body shook and her throat burned.  Then she cried some more.

       Finally, she turned on her sister and put her arms around Amber.  The two girls embraced and Lucia pushed Amber onto the floor.  Lucia kissed Amber on the mouth and with her tongue she traced Amber’s lips.  She held her face still and licked her, first around her mouth, then her cheeks, then down her neck.  Another spasm caused her to convulse and gasp.  She was starting to cry again.  Amber put wrapped her arms around Lucia and kissed her on her forehead.  Lucia laid her head on Amber’s chest, her fingers playing with Amber’s hair.  Amber held Lucia tightly, as Lucia continued to cry quietly.

*****

       Kathy stood outside the dinner nervously. She was dressed in a black evening gown, but it was covered by her long coat.  She tried to keep her face hidden under her hat, but she was still paranoid.  There were a few students sitting at one of the tables inside, but none of them knew her, still, she didn’t want to take any chances.  After what seemed like an eternity, she saw the headlights of the limousine.  It came with a slow easy speed that make her think of paintings she’d seen of ships at night.  The long black car came to a gentle stop in front of her, and without waiting for an invitation she opened one of the rear doors and climbed inside.

       Mark and Steve were already inside, dressed in dark suits and drinking wine.

       “Were you waiting long?” Mark asked.

       “No, not really.  Still a little bit nervous I guess.”  Kathy replied while taking a glass of wine.

       “Nothing to be nervous about.” Said Steve.  “You are going  to have a great time tonight, we can promise you that.”

       “I know.  It just seems so unreal. I mean, a couple of months ago I didn’t even know this stuff existed; now here I am going to go see it for myself.” 

She finished her glass in a single gulp.  The Mark and Steve were twins, and they looked nearly identical.  Mark had slightly lighter hair, while Steve boasted a small scare on his cheek from a boating accident when he was a kid.  She had met them at a campus event earlier in the semester.  At first they had seemed like normal rich kids, and it hadn’t taken much persuasion to get her to let them have their way with her.  But then things had started to get darker.  Some of the stuff they said seemed to hint at stuff that Kathy just didn’t understand.

The more questions she’d asked, the more they seemed to enjoy teasing her with bits of information.  Finally they had started showing her pictures to verify their claims.  Kathy wasn’t sure what to think about herself, but there was no denying that she was turned on by it.  Finally last week they had invited her to come with them to an “event” as they called it.  She still felt like she was in a dream, or a nightmare, but she was enjoying the ride either way.

Mark and Steve flirted with her the entire ride.  Kathy was a bit surprised when they didn’t try to have sex with in the limo, not that she would have likely said no.  But, rather they seemed to just enjoy getting her worked up in anticipation for what was to come.  All in all she had had three glasses of wine and was feeling very tingly before the limo got to its destination.  It was a warehouse in a somewhat run down part of town.  She was a little bit aware of the limo going through a gate and security guards in tuxes.  Then the limo came to a stop and she felt her stomach turn over.  It was time.

There were other limos in the parking lot and people filing into the building.  Inside there was more wine and champagne.  There were tables set up that gave the place a feel similar to a formal picnic.  Everywhere there were people in eveningwear talking and sipping drinks.  Kathy’s eyes were drawn to a stage that was set up off to one side.  She tried very hard to stay between Mark and Steve, as she didn’t feel comfortable with this crowd and didn’t want to be caught by herself.  Most of the people were just standing around and mingling, but there were obvious guards standing next to the doors and would occasionally talk into their headsets like FBI agents on TV. Mark and Steve led her over to a larger man who was dressed in a white suit.  He was broad shouldered and boasted a shaved head.

“Kathy,” Mark said with a friendly smile.  “This is our father.”

Taken aback by the sudden introduction, Kathy found herself stammering.

“Oh, um, pleased to meet you…Mr….”

“Please, call me Samuel.” The man said as he smoothly took her hand and kissed it.  Kathy blushed at the overt display of gallantry. “It is a pleasure to meet any friend of my sons, particularly when they are as lovely as you.”

“Oh dad, don’t be such a player.  She’s ours for the night at least.” Steve teased.

Before anyone could reply, a slender woman joined them.

“Julian.” Samuel began as he placed his arm around the woman’s waist.  “This is Kathy; she is a friend of my sons.  She will be joining us this evening.  Kathy, Julian is an associate of mine.”

“Very pleased to meet you.” Julian said as she leaned in kissed Kathy on the cheek.  Kathy was starting to get weak in the knees from the form and style that these people displayed so easily. On the one hand she couldn’t believe that she was actually here, on the other she felt very out of place and awkward.

“Samuel,” Julian began.  “John found something.  The girl isn’t working alone, not only that, but her partner isn’t being nearly as careful about covering her tracks.”

“I see.  Boys, it looks like Julian and I have some business to attend to, so if you will excuse us.”

“All work and no play dad.” Steve said with a smile as Samuel and Julian walked away.  No sooner had they gone when Mark appeared with a glass of wine for Kathy that was much appreciated.   She drunk it in one quick gulp and felt some better, even if the room was starting to get a little bit blurry. Mark and Steve led her to a bench in front of the stage so they would have a good view when the festivities got started.

“It shouldn’t be much longer now,” said Steve.  They like to get this part out of the way first since cooking takes so long.  Kathy didn’t respond.  She kept her eyes focused forward with her stomach feeling like it was doing cartwheels, as the reality of the situation was starting to weigh down on her.  Mark and Steve were setting on either side of her and both of them took her by the hand in an effort to comfort her.

After many long minutes the lights dimmed and the people in the room clapped a short round of applause.  A man walked out onto the stage and using a handheld control he lowered a chain from a mechanical wench on the ceiling to about his eye level.  With this done it was a short task for him to try a rope to the chain.  Mission accomplished, the girl was brought out.  She was attractive, a little bit short, dark skinned; possibly Hispanic, she was naked with her hands tied behind her back; she looked very scared and confused.  Again there was a short round of applause.

The man on stage took her by the arm and dropped the noose around her neck without any protest from her.  He tightened the noose so that it was firmly around her neck but not interfering with her breathing.  With this done, he began raising the chain with the control.  The girl still didn’t seem to understand what was happening she just looked around nervously.  When the chain got high enough that the noose started to pull on her, the girl seemed to consider running, but there was literally nothing she could do.  The chain was moving very slowly and she had to now stand on her tip toes.

Kathy was overwhelmed by all of this.  She was sitting very close to the stage and could see the girl very clearly.  She could see the way the girl’s stomach heaved in an out with her fear enhanced breathing.  The way her eyes darted around looking for an escape.  Kathy was tingling again, but it had very little to do with the wine this time.  She couldn’t remember the last time she’s been this aroused and she could feel the wetness between her legs more than ever before in her life.

Mark and Steve must have noticed Kathy’s condition.  Mark put his arm around her and pulled her a bit closer to him and started kissing her on the neck.  Steve got on his knees in front of her and lifted up her dress without protest.  Kathy still didn’t take her eyes off the dark skinned girl on stage.  Steve removed Kathy’s panties and flung them aside with disdain.  He pushed her knees apart and began to slide his tongue over her clit with marksman like precision. The girl was off her feet now and had started kicking futilely in an effort to find the ground.  The noose was now tightening under her weight and her breathing had been cut off completely.  Mark pulled Kathy’s dress down reveling her breasts.  He played with her nipples with his fingers before taking one of them into his mouth and biting it gently.  The girl hanging from the noose was starting to kick and buck frantically at this point causing her to sway and spin on the road. By this time Steven had two of this fingers in Kathy’s pussy and he was still working her clit.  The chain continued to lift the girl into the air so that she was suspended dangling from the stage.  For a moment Kathy thought the girl looked at her.  The two made eye contact and as the girl’s eyes rolled back in her head, Kathy came the strongest orgasm of her life.  She wrapped her legs around Steve and grabbed Mark by the hair.  She threw hear head back and let out a low moan that came from deep inside of her.

The girl on stage was dead, and was being lowered back to the stage into the arms of waiting attendants.  He body twitched every once in a while, but that’s all it was.  Kathy suddenly became aware of her exposed nature.  A few people had been watching and smiled at her as she pulled her dress up to cover her breasts.  Other people around the room were involved in some form of intercourse or another.  A girl a few rows back was masturbating while sucking off a succession of guys who had formed circle around her, one woman was leaning forward over a table while a man had sex with her from behind, another girl across the room was being double penetrated by a pair of men while she was going down on another girl.  Kathy was unsure how she had missed all this, but it didn’t help her feelings of awkwardness at having just allowed herself to lose control like that in public, not that this was a normal public gathering.  The reality of the event hit her again, and she realized that she had just gotten off while witnessing a murder.

She fainted.

*****

       When Kathy came to, she was laying on a couch in a small room with white plaster walls and not much else.  There was the couch, a nice thick carpet, and a small end table with a bottle of wine and some glasses on it and a matching wooden chair.  Mark was stroking her head while Steve stood nearby drinking from a wine glass.

       “You gave us a bit of a scare.” Mark said sympathetically.

       “Sorry, I just got very light headed there for a bit.”

       “You got more than light headed.” Remarked Steve.

       “How long was I out?” she asked.

       “Not too long.  A couple of minutes.”

       “Sorry, I don’t know what happened.”

       “Well,” said Steve. “You got your jolly on while watching a hanging for the first time, and it made you a little weak in the knees is all.  Not anything to be ashamed of.  That shit hits people hard the first time or two if you didn’t grow up with it.” He handed her a glass of wine.

       “What did you think?” Mark asked, as Kathy tried to set up slowly.  Kathy sat there for the longest time trying to put her thoughts together.  She was thinking things that she wasn’t comfortable with and hadn’t prepared for, not that there was really anyway to prepare for something like this.

       “I think I liked it.” She sipped her wine.

       “We thought you would.” Steve said.

       “I just can’t stop thinking about that poor girl.  It so awful, but I can’t remember being that turned on by anything else.” She put her hand on Mark’s crotch and could feel that he was erect beneath his pants.

       “What do you think turned you on about it?” Steve asked.

       “I don’t know.  I just can’t stop thinking about her.”

       “Think you might want to be in her place?” Steve asked with a half smile.

       “No! Of course not.”  Kathy lowered her eyes for a moment. “At least I don’t think so.  You aren’t going to do that to me are you?”

       “Not unless you want us to.” Steve said. “Do you want us to?”

       “I can’t think right now, I’m very confused.” She was shaking her head slowly.

       “Well,” said Steve.  “Why don’t we explore this a little bit more?”

       “How do you mean?” Kathy’s heart was racing.

       “The girl on stage was helpless and in pain.” Steve explained. “Why don’t we make you helpless and hurt you. And then you can figure out if you want to go further.  Nothing major tonight, just give you a little taste and then can think about it.”

       “I don’t know.” Kathy hesitated. “How would you hurt me?”

       “Can’t tell you exactly, that takes some of the fun out of it.  But it will be enough for you to get a good idea if this is something you want to pursue.” Kathy sat there looking at her glass for a very long time without talking.

       “Interested?” Mark probed.

       “Yes.” Kathy took a quick gulp of her wine to finish of the glass. “Do it.”

       Steve nodded to Mark.  Mark helped Kathy to her feet by her arms.  Once she was standing she was told to undress.  Her hands were shaking but she did it as quickly as she could.  There was an odd feeling of defiance about her as she undid the dress and slipped it over her head.  She flung the garment into a corner of the room. After that she stepped out of her shoes and kicked them aside.  Completely naked now she stood looking at Mark and Steve like she was daring them to do something to her.  The two brothers smiled at each other.

       She was sat in the wooden chair and tied very tightly, her legs to the lags of the chair, her arms at her side. Another rope was put around her waist and chest constricting her breathing and making it impossible for her to move.  Once she was secured to the chair, Mark and Steve took a moment to inspect their work.  Satisfied that she was immobile, Mark pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Steve.  Steve walked over and showed Kathy what was in his hand.  It was a pair of metal rings with two very small nails, or very large needles fixed so that they crossed in the center of each ring and slid into a metal sheath a little bit over half way through.

       “These are going into your nipples.” Steve explained.  “As you can see they are large and have a very slight barbing along the sides that you can see if you look close enough.  Each one of the nails is going to go through your nipples making a cross on each one.  As it goes through your nipple it is going to hurt very badly, not only because of the size, but because of the barbing. After a nail goes through your nipple and comes out the others side it is going to go into the tube.  After the nails are all in, we are going to turn the nails with a screwdriver so that they lock into place and you won’t be able to remove them.  Because the nails are going to be turning inside your nipples, this is also going to hurt you because of the barbing.  These will not really stop hurting for a few weeks.  You tits are going to be in a lot of pain and very sore for a very long time after this.  That is intentional.”

       “Is it too late to change my mind?” Kathy asked.

       “Yes,” said Steve.  “Do you want to?”

       “No.”

She just kept looking at the rings in his hand.  Without another word he placed a ring over her first nipple.  It took only a moment for him to line everything up.  Then with one hard push he shoved the spike home.  Kathy screamed as it tore through her and felt pain like she couldn’t imagine.  While she was still screaming and trying to catch her breath he did the same thing to the other nipple.  Again, she cried out and tears were running down her face, her body was covered with sweat.  With the first spikes through, Steve took his time with the next one.  He pushed it in very slowly so she could feel the barbs as they cut into her.  She was weeping and babbling, begging him to stop.  But the spike kept going in at the same slow painful speed regardless of her pleas.

Once both rings were attached fully, Steve used a screwdriver to lock the spikes in place.  Each turn caused incredible pain.  Kathy was still babbling and her hands and feet were flexing as an unconscious response to the pain.  Both rings attached, Mark cut the ropes and released her.  She fell onto the floor and curled into a tight ball holding her wounded tits.  Mark grabbed her by her wrists and flipped her over on her back, holding her arms over her head.  Steve undressed and brought himself between her legs.  She was begging for him not to, when his cock slid into her.  She was completely dry and the penetration hurt her a great deal.  Regardless of the pain he was causing her, he kept fucking her.  He even twisted and pulled on the rings on her tits which caused her to throw her head back and scream.  All the while, she was getting wetter and wetter.  She was crying and at the same time wrapping her legs around him.  Once Steve had come in her, Mark took his turn.  By this time she was thrusting back as she was getting fucked, even as they pulled and twisted her nipples.  While she was getting fucked by Mark, Steve hit her across the tits with one of the ropes.

When Mark finished with her she curled back in her ball and cried.  No one said anything for a very long time.  After a while there was a knock on the door and a servant let them know that dinner was ready.  Plates were brought in for them.  Mark asked Kathy if she would eat with them and she slowly got to her feet, still cradling her tits and took a seat between them on the couch.  She didn’t bother to get dressed, but stayed naked.  She took a long look at the plate.  There was a thin steak and some vegetables.  She pulled off a piece of the steak and put it in her mouth.  It was very good but unlike anything she’d had before.  It wasn’t entirely unlike pork.  She clewed slowly and took care to notice how it felt in her mouth and between her teeth.  She swallowed the first bit and paid close attention how it felt going down her throat until she could not longer feel it.  She wiped a tear from her eye, and took another bite.

Black Mirror Part 6

Oath Breaker

       Pastor Gray sat in his office alone.  The church was empty now and there was nothing left to do but the paperwork.  Despite all the spiritual trappings, a church was like any other organization and required a significant amount of bookkeeping and administrative work in order to keep it running.  This meant long hours for people like Pastor Grey.  Not that he minded, whether he was leading a service, providing counseling, or filing papers; it was still the Lord’s work and Pastor Gray was honored that the God had chosen him to do it.  But there were other reasons he didn’t mind the long hours away from home.  On his desk sat a picture of his beautiful young wife smiling back at him.

       He was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t notice the sound of the front door opening.  He assumed that he was alone in an empty church until his office door opened and a very pretty young woman walked in.  Pastor Gray was not easily surprised and he raised his eyes calmly to face the intruder with a steely smoothness rather than a startled jerk.

       “Can I help you?” he asked, casually looking at the security monitors to see if anyone else was in the building he didn’t know about.

       “No.” she stated flatly.  “My name is Amber and I came to help you.”

       Amber was tallish with short brown hair.  She was thin and wore a simple dress.  The congregation at the church was rather large, but Pastor Gray was sure that he had never seen this girl before in his life.  Expecting a sales pitch about some new product or service that was sure to change his life Pastor Gray leaned back in his chair and got ready to turn her down after she delivered her pitch.  He also made a mental note to get a “no soliciting” sign for the front door.

       “Ok,” Pastor Grey started.  “What do you have to show me?”

       Without another word Amber turned around and locked the office door.  She then walked to his desk and laid an envelope on it.

       “What’s this?” he asked.

       “A letter.” She said without hesitation.  “It is dated for tomorrow and its contents will guarantee that to any judge that I gave you my full consent for anything that happens today.  Its hand written and has my signature on it.  It will make it impossible for me to try to say that you raped or molested me without my consent.”

       Pastor Gray regarded the letter laying on his desk in much the same way that he might regard a snake, had she given him one of those instead.  He was a young man, just out of college but he had been warned about girls who would try to blackmail members of the church by putting them in compromising situations.  He had always recognized the danger of a situation like that, but never thought he would be in one.

       “So, I assume,” he began “that you are going to try to tell my wife that you and I are having an affair.  That is, unless I pay you.”

       “I figured you’d think that.” She rebutted “Honestly I can’t think of any way for me to make you feel comfortable that those aren’t my intentions, but at least I can assure you that you won’t get in any legal trouble.  Other than that, I can only ask you to trust me.  Not that you have any reason to.  Other than the fact that I am here to offer you something you haven’t had in a long time.”

       With that, Amber slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and it fell to the floor around her.  She was naked now, save for her flip flops, which she casually kicked off and then took a seat in the chair across from him.  Pastor Gray was not all that surprised by this.  He met her gaze and didn’t let his eyes linger on her body.

       “I don’t think I can help you Amber.” He told her.  “You are more than welcomed to get dressed and come back to one of the services.  I think that God has brought you here for a reason, and I won’t turn you away.  But you are not going to get what you are wanting.”

       “I already told you.  I am here to help you.  This has nothing to do with what I want.”  Her voice was smooth and feminine.  It seemed to block out Pastor Gray’s other thoughts.  It reminded him of feeling drunk.  “How long has it been?  Since your wife denied you?  How long have you lived with the frustration and loneliness?”

       “4 months.” Pastor Gray wasn’t sure why he answered her question.  She was talked about a personal subject between him, his lawful wife, and God.  But she asked him a question, so he answered her truthfully.

       “It wasn’t always like that was it?”

       “No.” He started.  He felt himself getting more lightheaded and the room seemed to spin a bit.  “When were dating we were very physical, we couldn’t wait to get married so we could finally come together as husband and wife.  Waiting was hard, but it was also fun for us.  The constant teasing, the understanding that desire was there, even if it wasn’t acted on.  Now she doesn’t seem to have any desire for anything. 

“At first she just didn’t seem all that interested, she would have a headache or be too tired or busy.  Then I gave up.  I thought she would get frustrated and come around, but that never happened.  Four months, and I haven’t laid with my wife once.”

“I understand that, that must be very difficult.  That is the reason I came here today.”  She kept her voice even and her eyes locked with his.  She got up from her seat and walked around the desk toward him.  He made no attempt to stop her but turned his head to not look at her.  She dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him and pushed his legs apart.  He honestly wanted to stop her, but he was so disoriented that he could not move.  She rubbed the inside of his legs and his chest.  Then she moved her hands down and for the first time in months he felt a woman touch his most private area.  It felt amazing and as his head drifted to the side in a daze.  She kept rubbing him through his pants and his head continued to swim in the strange haze that had overcome him.  As she continued her work his thoughts began to clear.  He realized with a sharp intensity that a woman other than his wife was touching him where only his wife should, and it felt amazing.  He remembered how much he loved his wife and how much he wished she would touch him like this.  And though the fog of his mind, another feeling started to emerge.

Rage.

He grabbed Amber by her hair and flung her to the floor.  He stood up and towered over her as she tried to pick herself up.  Without saying a word he removed his belt from his pants.  With the belt in one hand, he grabbed her roughly by the arm with his other hand.  She did not protest or resist as he pushed her face down across his desk.  But, she did cry out as the belt came down across her ass.  Again and again, he beat her with the belt till she was shaking and covered in a thin layer of sweat.

       He tossed the belt to the floor but Amber did not move or say anything.  She just listened to the sound of him undoing his pants.  She obliged him as he pushed her legs apart with his feet.  She felt him pull her ass cheeks apart making her vulnerable to the impending assault.  When he slid his penis into her ass she didn’t resist or scream.  She closed her eyes tight and tried to block out the pain of the penetration, but it didn’t help.  He was completely dry and he was not being gentle with her.  He was fucking her hard and was oblivious to the pain he was causing her, assuming he wasn’t enjoying it.

       “It’s funny,” he said without slowing down.  “When my wife and I were dating she suggested that I should do this to her after we got married.  I was appalled by the idea, but she insisted that if she was my wife, that I should have full access to her.  She never mentioned it again, but overtime I started to agree with her, and hoped she would bring it up again.  She never did.”

       Amber was in tears at this point and gripping the edges of the desk so tight that her knuckles were white.  “Maybe you should surprise her sometime.”  Her voice was broken with pain.

       “Yeah, maybe I should.”  He was going at a much slower pace now, but was fucking her with harder more deliberate thrusts.  “It looks like it hurts though.  I can’t imagine this is pleasant.”

       “It does hurt a lot.” Amber whimpered.  “Don’t you think she deserves it though?”

       “Yeah, I guess she does.”

       “Perhaps you should hit her with the belt too, you know just to get the point across.”

       “I’m sure that would go over well.  At least it would make the judge’s job easier during the domestic violence trial.”

       “It might, but at least you would have made your point.”

       “And what point would that be? That I am a lustful man who can’t control my bestial urges?”

       “No, that you and your wife took a sacred oath to each other and to God, and you expect her to honor it.  Whatever her problem is, she owes it to you to deal with it and be the wife to you that she swore she would be.”

       “That is very odd talk coming from a woman getting sodomized.”

       “Perhaps, but you are the one sodomizing me.”

       When Amber said that, Pastor Gray came hard in Amber’s ass.  He convulsed and moaned as he filled her bowls with his seed.  Amber squealed because of the sudden tremors that caused him to jerk, and in turn, hurt her ass even more.

       When it was over Pastor Gray slowly pulled his dick from Amber’s ass and slowly walked to the wall, where he sat on the floor with his pants still undone and with his softening cock still exposed. Amber stayed where she was, bent over the desk with cum dripping from her hurting asshole. They stayed like that for a long time with neither of them saying anything.  Finally it was Amber that took action.  She lifted herself from the desk and slipped her dress back on.  She made a token effort to fix her hair, but there was only so much she could do. She walked to where Pastor Gray was sitting and dropped to her knees in next to him.

       “Think about what I said.  Life can be very short.”

       And then she was gone.  Pastor Gray sat there for a few minutes more.  Then he pulled his phone from his pocket and called his wife.

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       Amber walked out of the church and got in her car.  It was a quiet sunny afternoon.  There were a handful of other cars in the parking lot.  She shifted a little bit uncomfortably in her seat because of her sore ass before she started the engine and drove out of the parking lot.  Another car in the parking lot started its engine then.  It was a small black car, nothing conspicuous about it, not even tinted windows.  The driver was a young Asian man.  He pulled out of the parking lot behind her.

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20 years earlier

Atlantic City

       There were two gunshots.  When it was over, Richard Fairwell was left holding a smoking gun and there were two bodies in front of him.  A man and a woman, their hands were still clinging to each other in death.

       “It’s over.” Richard said.

       “Not quite,” said the older man to Richard’s left. “Those two led us on a merry chase for the last thirteen months, but this doesn’t end with their deaths.”

       “How do you mean.” Richard asked.

       “Well, they were right.”  Things are changing.  All those nights of reading dull old books, talking to crazy mystics, not to mention the rituals themselves they brought us here, but the powers we ended up with were worth a lot more than just sex.  I’m not complaining about the direction we took things, but I can’t help but wonder if there will be a reckoning at some point.”

       “And there is the issue of the rings.” said the third man. “We took care of this little revolt, but without their rings, we can never be five again.  There may be consequences for that.”

       “Are you having second thoughts about this?  Just think of how much we have benefited from this.  The money, the drugs, the slaves.  We created something here, and now we are reaping the benefits from it.”

       “I have cancer.” the first man said.  The doctor told me this morning.  I will be dead in a matter of months.  And rather than spending my time on Earth wrapped in the arms of countless beautiful women as intended, I have created an empire that can pull a girl of the street and torture her to death while we use her suffering to maintain our wealth.  Our mammon.”

       Richard looked down at his gun and the two bodies.

       “Richard, I don’t hold anything against you or anyone else, but I do regret the part I played.  The Engine was constructed out of a desire for lust, carnal pleasure, and love.  And we just killed two people because they thought love was more important than the money we were able to make with the other two.”  He took a gold ring off his figure and handed it to Richard.  “I want you to give this to my son Sam.  I haven’t told him about what we do, but he won’t have an issue with it.  Don’t bother trying to find me, you won’t”

       With that, he walked away.

       The other two men stared at each other for a moment, before Richard finally asked his companion.

       “You planning on leaving too?”

       “Not me.  At least not yet.  Crazy old man.”

       “Good.  I’ll call Sam when we get back. We need to start teaching him his father’s business.”

       “Do you think the engine will keep working with just three of us now?”

       “Honestly I don’t know.  It worked for thirteen months while these two were AWAL. So I assume it will still function.”

       “Let’s hope so.  What do you think those two were doing those thirteen months?”

       “Fucking probably.”