Message-ID: <28496asstr$979996203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20010120053205.24993.qmail@web11408.mail.yahoo.com> From: Mother Kali MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Subject: {ASSM} Revenge, pt. 6 (MF, MM, Fdom, bd, fist, cbt, best, mutilation) Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 08:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, english, RuiJorge Revenge of a Modern Day Fury, Pt. 6 of 6 by Mother Kali Bradshaw and two other assistants undid the fastenings and helped James out of the swing. Bradshaw took him into the adjoining bathroom. Glennis could hear the sound of water running in the sink. When they returned, James had been well scrubbed, and he smelled of sandalwood, her favorite scent. Bradshaw always thought of everything. "All right," she said. "Show James the way to my room." Bradshaw nodded and escorted James out to the hallway. She let them go ahead of her, so she could enjoy watching the movement of James' muscular buttocks as he walked. He limped a little, and she knew his ass must be sore. When they got to her room, Bradshaw turned down the bed and instructed James to lie on his back. Then he turned to her. "You'll need these," he said, handing her the key to James' chastity belt. She smiled. "Thank you." He nodded and closed the doors behind him as he left. Glennis went to kneel on the bed beside James. "Are you ready to get this thing off your cock?" He nodded eagerly, and she smiled. "Okay, baby. Here we go, then." She fitted the key into the lock and freed James' trapped penis. He groaned in relief and immediately reached for himself. He was already half hard. She batted his hand away. "Don't be silly. You know you're not allowed to touch yourself." He made a pitiful sound in the back of his throat, and his eyes pleaded with her to do *something* to ease his arousal. She bent over, pressed a kiss to the crease of his thigh and whispered against his soft, hairless skin. "Soon. I promise. You'll come so hard the world will go gray." She got off the bed. He moaned needily. "Just watch," she told him. "I'm going to put on a little show for you, baby." She moved to the foot of the bed. His eyes greedily followed her. She slowly pulled the silk blouse from the waistband of her skirt, eased open each button, let the blouse slide from her shoulders and flutter to the floor. James' eyes grew huge, and they didn't stray from her for a single second. She wasn't sure his blink reflex was even still working. She turned around, so he could watch as she undid the buttons on her skirt and ever so slowly slid down the zipper. Her hips swayed as she pushed the fabric down over her hips, the silk rustling softly as she let the skirt fall to her ankles. She stepped out of it. James sucked in his breath. "Don't even think about touching yourself," she told him, not needing to look around to know that he was reaching for his cock. He groaned loudly in frustration. She smiled to herself. This was the elemental power every woman wielded, to give a man what he needed or to withhold it, completely at her whim. Glennis found moments like this oh, so delicious. "Be a good boy," she told him. "Or you won't get your reward. You *do* want this, don't you?" "Yes," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Good," she said. "Now, watch." She reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, removed it and threw it over her shoulder onto the bed. "God," James gasped. "Do you want me to turn around, baby?" "God, yes." "Please?" "Yes. Please. *Please*!" She smiled at him over her shoulder. "You beg so prettily, James. How can I ever deny you anything when you ask so sweetly?" She turned around and slowly moved toward the bed. She'd left on her panties, garters, stockings and high heels. James struck her as the stereotypical sort who would enjoy that porn film look. If his glittering eyes and trembling hands were any indication, he did, in fact, appreciate it. She knelt beside him on the bed again. She could feel the heat of his breath against her arm. "You're so beautiful," he said. She kissed his ear and whispered, "You say the sweetest things, James. Every time." He looked confused. She laughed. "Never mind, baby." She leaned over and kissed him. He moaned softly against her mouth. She deepened the kiss, and he moaned more urgently. "So sweet," she told him. She pulled back to look at him. His eyes were wide and dilated with need. "You want to touch my breasts?" she asked. "You seemed to like them the last time. You told me I had tits that just begged to be held. You probably don't remember that, but you did say it. So why don't you hold them now, James? Go on." He stared up at her, licked his lips and reached for her. "That's it, James. Touch me. Make me feel good." And he did, gently, skillfully, cupping her breasts in his broad palms, skimming the nipples with his thumbs, making them swell and harden. "So good," she said, stroking up and down his arms. "Spread your legs for me, baby. You need to learn to show yourself off. You don't want to keep your sweet places hidden. That's what everybody wants to see." He eagerly obeyed her, without hesitation or protest. She smiled broadly. "Oh, yeah, baby. You're so sexy like that." She pressed a kiss to his belly. His muscles trembled beneath her lips. "Doesn't it excite you?" she asked. "Even just a little. To know how hot you can make someone just by opening your legs for them?" He blinked at her, lost in a sensual daze, unable to answer. She moved down his body, to kneel between his legs. He began to breathe even harder. She ran her fingers lightly up his legs, from his ankles to his knees, a delicate little tease. "God!" he panted. She laughed, luxuriating in her command of his body. This was her element. This was what a Fury lived for. "Touch me," he begged. She kissed the insides of his thighs. "Oh, baby. No," she said, her mouth against his supple skin, her breath teasing him. "That's not what we're here for. Now, what should you be asking me to do to you?" He colored brightly and ducked his head. But he did whisper, "Fuck me." She fondled his thighs and then slid off the bed. A half-strangled animal sound of protest came out of him. "Sshh," she soothed. "I'll be right back." She picked up the dildo harness and strapped it on. She lubed the toy cock and brought the tube of slick stuff back to bed with her. She knelt between James' thighs again. His cock still rested needily against his belly. But there was tension in his body that hadn't been there a moment before. The sight of the dildo made him nervous. As much as he wanted her, he couldn't help being afraid of getting fucked. She stroked her hands over his body reassuringly, caressing his belly, his hips, his calves and thighs. "It's okay. It's okay," she kept assuring him. Gradually, she could feel him relaxing. Soon enough, his body was trembling with need again. She squirted some lube onto her fingers and gently began to rub the outside of his hole. His body clenched involuntarily. "Just relax," she coaxed. "I'm going to make you feel good. I promise." He breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, trying to calm down. She could feel his buttocks unclench. She stroked his entrance seductively. "Some people think this part of the body is dirty and disgusting. I bet that's what you think, isn't it, James? It embarrasses you to have people touch you down here. But there's nothing dirty about it. Do you know what connoisseurs compare it to?" She circled his anus teasingly. "A rosebud. Doesn't that make you feel pretty, James? Doesn't that make you want to show off that sweet little place? Hmm, baby? Are you going to do it for me? Pull your legs back and let me get a good look at that pretty little rosebud of yours." He slowly drew his knees up to his chest and held them there. His gaze never wavered from her, his expression mesmerized, as he exposed himself to her. "Oh, yeah, baby," she said, encouragingly. "Such a sweet little spot. So tender. So responsive." She pressed a light kiss to his hole. He gasped in surprised pleasure. "See how good it can feel?" she asked. He nodded, his eyes filled with amazement. "You don't have to be embarrassed about being touched here," she said, as she began gently working a finger inside him. "There's nothing wrong with feeling good. Nothing wrong with giving yourself over to pleasure." She could feel the heated clench of his muscle around her finger. He had winced when she'd first penetrated him, his ass sore from the day's workout. But now he was staring at her, transfixed, his eyes wide and bright. She began stroking his passage. The fever in his expression grew hotter. "You're luckier than most men," she told him, adding a second finger. "They never get to experience this. They live their whole lives terrified of it. They never realize what a powerful thing it is to be penetrated." She felt for his prostate and gently worked it. He gasped, an expression of rapt ecstasy on his face. "They don't think it's right for a man to be the one who's taken," she said, working in yet another finger. James groaned. "But if it's so wrong, then how come it feels so good? Why are men's bodies built to get such intense pleasure from it?" She twisted her fingers, playing with his little fuck button. A jolt of pure electric thrill ran through James' body. His cock jerked and spat. "Please," he moaned. "Tell me what you want, baby." "God. I need-- Please!" "What do you need, James? All you have to do is ask me for it." She continued to finger fuck him. "How does your ass feel, baby?" James' hands clenched as he held onto his knees, his knuckles turning white. "On fire," he said, the tendons standing out on his neck. "You want more?" He nodded, eagerly. "Tell me." "I--" "Just say it." "I want you to--" "It's going to feel so good." "--fuck me. God. Please! Fuck me! *Fuck me*!" She pulled her fingers out of his body. "Oh, yeah, baby. All you ever had to do was ask." She positioned the dildo at his entrance. "Let yourself go, James. Let me take you." He pulled her legs further into his chest. "Uuuuunh, yeah," he moaned. "Please. Take me." She gently pushed inside. He stopped breathing for a moment. "See how sweet surrender can be, James?" She began to move inside him, slowly, carefully. "Oh, God," he said, a sensual flush creeping over his face. Glennis let the rhythm start to build, moving her hips just so, to work his prostate with every stroke. "Oh, God. Oh, *God*!" he panted. James wiggled his hips, temptation written all over his face. "Oh, yes. Yes," she encouraged him. "Move with me, baby. Fuck me back." He couldn't restrain himself any longer, couldn't fight his natural instincts. He began to meet her thrusts, ardently fucking himself on the dildo that was stretching his ass, the tip of his pink tongue peeking out from between his teeth as he grunted with exertion. He obviously loved it. And Glennis knew this was the moment she'd been waiting for, to have him at her mercy the way she'd once been at his. Not just to fuck him, but to make him moan and tremble and burn inside, just the way she had. The very thought of it made her feel like her insides were liquefying, setting to boil. Every thrust into James' body sent sparks from her pussy all the way up her spine. She cupped her breasts, and it felt like every nerve in her body was superheating. James puffed and heaved. The sight of her touching herself nearly undid him. She moved faster inside him. "Ooooooh!" he yelled out, his face stark with need. She gripped her breasts harder, fucking him wildly. He met her thrust for thrust--with equal force, equal intensity, equal desire. "Tell me you love it," she said. "Oh, God!" "Tell me." "S'good," he gasped. "Tell me." "I love it," he whispered. "TELL ME!" she commanded. "I FUCKING LOVE IT," he screamed. "I LOVE YOU FUCKING ME. PLEASE. FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! MAKE ME COME!" She shoved inside him. He bucked and seized, his jaw clenched, his eyes wide and dazed. And then he orgasmed, ferociously, his entire body shuddering, his cock spraying wave after wave of come, splashing his belly, his arms, chest, face, the sheets, more come than Glennis thought she'd ever seen before. And there was the most stunned expression on his face, as if he couldn't quite believe that this was his body, his dick. He'd clearly never come like this before, and it must have been bewildering to him, knowing it was because he'd just had his ass fucked. Glennis felt the hot waves of pleasure building in her pussy. She knew James' confusion would give way to shame soon enough when he realized what he'd done, what he'd said, that there was no drug to blame this time. She cried out as that image pushed her over the edge and plunged her into the liquid heat of climax. When she came back to herself, James was lying perfectly still, slack-jawed, breathing heavily. She pulled out. He still didn't move. "I told you that you'd love it," she said, sliding off the bed, removing the harness, pulling on her robe. He didn't answer, but his eyes followed her every movement. And then she understood. James wasn't sorry. If she wanted to fuck him again right now, he would happily spread his legs for her. She had him, completely. To fuck, to torment, to rule. All hers. And that had always been her secret wish, her shameful weakness, this desire to have James a willing, obedient servant in her bed. Oh, she'd told herself it was simply a project, just a Fury doing her duty. But the truth was that her plans for James had always had more to do with her pleasure than his punishment. There had always been this picture in the back of her mind: James, nude, ready to serve, kneeling at her side as she worked, dined, entertained friends; James, attending to her needs, smiling up at her with adoration; James, in her bed, an eager little plaything, intent upon pleasing her, lying back, spreading his legs, begging her to use him however she saw fit. She vowed one day she'd have him at her mercy. And now that she did, now that he lay submissive and come-covered on her silk sheets, she felt the desire draining away from her. She'd wanted to tame him, to take his power. And she had. But when she looked at him, the spark was gone. He wasn't the man he once was. And that's who she had really wanted all these years. This sniveling stranger held no attraction for her. He stared at her intently as she thought all these things, his expression beseeching, the message clear. He wanted her to come back to bed. He was willing to grovel for it, to do anything to get more of her kisses, more of her touch. She pulled the sheet up from the foot board and covered him with it. "Go to sleep," she said. "It's been a big day." He looked decidedly disappointed. "Shut your eyes now," she said, in her most soothing voice. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep. He must have been exhausted after the day's events. She watched him in repose, his face relaxed, his body sprawled. He was still as handsome as ever. He just wasn't hers anymore. She showered and changed into clean clothes. Then she called Bradshaw. She met him outside the door to her room. "I have some work to finish up," she told him. "I'll be in my office. Let James sleep. But when he wakes up, I want you to take him back to his training room." Bradshaw nodded. "Very well, madam." If he felt surprise that she wasn't keeping James with her for the night, he didn't betray it. Glennis returned his nod and headed down the hall toward her office. This was what she always did when things got confusing. She went back to basics. She concentrated on being a Fury. *** Glennis spent a few hours pouring over paperwork. By the time she returned to her room later that evening, all traces of James' presence had been removed. The sheets had been changed and the bed turned back. The maid had tidied her stack of books on the night stand and left the bedside lamp turned on for her. Olga knew she always liked to read before going to sleep. She undressed, slipped into her night gown, settled under the covers and picked up the novel she was in the middle of. She had read a page or two when the phone rang. "Hello?" she said. "Glennis, don't hang up." She bit her lip. It was Carter, absolutely the last person she wanted to talk to right then. "Glennis? Are you still there?" "What do you want?" she asked, coldly. "Just to say I'm sorry." She snorted. "Truly," he said. "Fine. Is that it?" "Please, don't be like that." She sighed. Of course, she should have known better than to hope she could just get him off the phone. "What you do want from me, Carter?" "Some candor for a change? Look, I know I upset you the other night." "Fine. So you upset me. Happy now?" "No. But I do appreciate the honesty. And I *am* sorry." "Okay," she said, sighing again. "Apology accepted. And I-- well, I wish-- it had turned out differently, too." It was the closest she could come to an apology of her own. He understood that perfectly well and laughed. She could just imagine the expression on his face, that smile of his that was half amusement, half mockery. "I was disappointed it didn't last until morning," he said. "I had some very interesting ideas about how we could greet the dawn." She couldn't help smiling. "You do have remarkable staying power." "As do you," he said, gallantly. "Why thank you," she said. "So how was your day?" he asked. "Okay." "Busy?" "Yeah." "And how is James coming along? Have you had your wicked way with him yet?" She stiffened at the mention of James' name, but she tried not to let Carter hear it in her voice. "Just a little while ago, as a matter of fact," she told him. "How was it?" "Touching, really," she said, trying to be breezy. "He grovelled for it, even though he'd already spent all day taking it up the ass and must have been sore as hell." "He will do just about anything to get off, won't he?" "So it seems." "You don't sound very excited about it." "Of course, I am. It's just been a long day." "That's all?' "*Yes,*" she snapped. "What did you think?" "I thought perhaps this pet project of yours wasn't turning out to be as satisfying as you expected it to be." "Don't be ridiculous." She could feel her throat closing up. This was precisely why it never worked out between them. Carter just knew too damned much about her. "Hmm. Okay, then," he said. "Forget I mentioned it." "Fine. I will. So what are you doing? Or should I ask *who* are you doing?" "A local patrol officer whose idea of helping runaways is to molest them." "Sounds worthy of your talents. When is it happening?" "Tomorrow night." "A drug and kidnap?" "Actually, we're going to do him in his patrol car." "I do hope you're not going to get caught." "Now who's being ridiculous? You know I never get caught." "I'm just saying it sounds riskier than it ought to be." "It's not, really. We'll lure him out into the middle of nowhere with a fake call from an untraceable cell phone. When he gets there, we'll stun him with a taser, move him and the car to a secure location. When he wakes up, he'll find himself naked, gagged and blindfolded, tied up in the back seat of his own police cruiser, where he'll spend the next few memorable hours getting raped by me and several of my associates." "Okay, so it does sound well thought out," she conceded. "Coming from you, that's high praise." "I always admire your work. You know that." "I was thinking of videotaping it this time." "Really?" "We wear masks anyway. So protecting our identities isn't an issue. And you inspired me. Why not capture the whole thing for posterity and add to the good officer's humiliation?" "My philosophy exactly. You know, I could distribute the tape for you. I have channels already developed." "I'd appreciate that. And I would show my gratitude by donating the profits to your foundation. You could help more runaways with it." "That's very generous of you." "Not at all," he said, magnanimously. "I might be inclined to wonder what sparked such an outpouring of altruism." "Oh, I think you know the answer to that." "You do realize it's never going to work out between us, right?" "I know nothing of the sort. I think we'd make excellent partners." "I work alone, Carter." "Yes. But my point is that you don't have to." "I have to go now." "Think about it, huh, Glennie?" She bit her lip. She already thought about him way too much. And with her disillusionment over James, she felt far too vulnerable to be having this conversation. "Good luck with your project," she said, keeping her voice neutral. " Let me know how it goes." "I'll bring the tape by when it's ready." "Okay. Well-- Goodnight, then." "Goodnight, Glennis." She hung up the phone, turned off the lamp and settled down for the night. But sleep did not come as she'd hoped. Between Carter and James, there was more than enough to keep her awake at night. *** Glennis dealt with the James situation in the same way she always handled men who disappointed her. She ignored him. Bradshaw continued his training, and she avoided all contact with him as if he were carrying some horrible plague. Weeks went by. Of course, she knew Bradshaw would come asking questions eventually, but until he did, she dedicated herself to a James-free existence. She had no idea what she was going to do with him now that her plan of using him as her own personal sex slave had unraveled. But she resolved not to think about it. She still had plenty of other work to do. There were so many cases that deserved her attention as a Fury and not nearly enough time to deal with them all. Finally, Bradshaw appeared in her door way one afternoon, as expected. She looked up when she heard him knock. "Do you have a minute?" he asked. She smiled and motioned him to the chair in front of her desk. "Of course." He took a seat and laid a video tape on top of her pile of papers. "I just wanted to update you on James' progress. These are some of the highlights from the past weeks." She arched an eyebrow. "Well, now. That should be very interesting viewing." "I think you'll be pleased to see how far he's come. It seems he's developed a genuine passion for the joys of his prostate." She laughed. "They all do eventually. James just sooner than most." "You know what they say about men who treat women like whores. It usually masks a subconscious need they have to be used like whores themselves." She nodded. "That is so true. I've seen if over and again." "I felt that James' training needed a woman's touch. So you'll see Corrine on the tapes. She deserves a lot of the credit for bringing James along so quickly." "I look forward to seeing her work. I'll watch the tape as soon as I get a chance." He nodded, a distracted expression on his face. Bradshaw never got distracted. "What is it?" she asked. "He still asks for you." "Oh." "I told him you were away." "That was good thinking." "I don't think he believes me, though." "Oh, well. He'll get over it. I'm sure he must be enjoying Corrine's attentions." Bradshaw nodded. "Although not as much as he would enjoy yours, of course." "Flatterer." "Not at all. No one is better at this work than you are. And James has a special weakness for you." "James has a weakness for anything with breasts." The expression on Bradshaw's face said he wasn't quite convinced. "You could own him, you know," he pointed out. "Body and soul." "I suppose so." This was absolutely the last thing she wanted to discuss. "I thought that's what you wanted," Bradshaw said. "So did I." "But it isn't?" She shook her head. "It turns out not." "Should we stop?" "Oh, no. No. The work is still important for its own sake. It's just-- Have you ever felt dissatisfied with your job?" He frowned, considering the question, and then he shook his head. "No, I can't really say that I have." "Ah, well," she said, quickly moving on. "That's good. So, I'll review the tape and let you know if I have any input. But I'm sure it's coming along flawlessly, as always." He bowed his head modestly. "I hope you'll be pleased." He got up and headed for the door. But then he turned back. "It isn't because you're dissatisfied with his training, is it?" he asked, looking concerned. "You know it isn't. It's gone even better than I ever imagined. I just-- Well, I guess I lost interest. That's all." He nodded. "I understand. It's just--" "What?" she asked. "It's not very much like you." She sighed. "I know. And I'm sorry I abandoned you with the project. But I do really appreciate your finishing it up for me." He smiled. "Any time." After he left, Glennis picked up the tape and turned it over in her hands. The last thing she wanted to do was watch it. She just wanted to pretend James never existed, that she'd never been so silly as to desire the man who'd stolen her virginity. But she was a Fury, and she still had obligations. She got up, put the tape in the video player, sat back down at her desk, and clicked it on with the remote control. The tape crackled, and then the picture appeared. It was James servicing clients. It must have been taken several weeks ago, not long after their interlude together. Despite his eagerness in her bed, he remained reticent with his clients. Bradshaw no longer made him work from the swing, but he still lay as passive as a rag doll as his johns had sex with him. Of course, he would obediently open his legs for them, but his face clearly showed his disgust as they pushed inside him. It wasn't terribly different from what she'd observed during his first day turning tricks. She fast forwarded through it. The next bit was devoted to James' rewards. Now that they were trying to cultivate in him an honest love of anal penetration, he was frequently allowed to bring himself to orgasm. There was a series of shots of James fucking himself with a dildo, gingerly at first, much more aggressively as time went by. Each successive time, the size of the dildo was increased, so that it was just a little larger than what James could comfortably accommodate. If he really wanted to come, he had to work at it. Happily for their training, James still needed his orgasms as desperately as ever. The video showed him grunting and sweating as he struggled to get an oversized sex toy into his ass, his teeth clenched, his face grimly set. But he was always determined to bring himself off, and so he always managed to work the dildo in eventually. Glennis smiled as she watched. Bradshaw really was ingenious. There was no one she would trust more to complete James' training. He always took the most difficult lesson and found a way to cultivate enthusiasm for it in his subjects. In this case, he had James conducting his own size training, typically one of the biggest hurdles in any regimen. Even subjects who were totally worn down could muster up enough strength to resist having their anuses stretched to an unnatural capacity. But as always, James' unquenchable sexual appetite worked against him. In his enthusiasm to come, he hardly seemed to notice that his ass was becoming as flexible as a woman's pussy. Size training segued naturally into fisting. That was another reason most subjects fought against it so passionately. But James was lost in a fog of sensual need and never saw it coming, not until Bradshaw pulled out the ButtBuster, a dildo specially designed to simulate the experience of being fisted. And then he turned pale and shook with fear. But it was too late by then to protest. His ass had already been stretched enough to accommodate it. And he wouldn't be allowed any more pleasure if he refused. James could never bring himself to accept enforced chastity, and so he gave in soon enough. To avoid injuries, Bradshaw helped him get it inside. James' stark expression showed the strain as the large head of the toy stretched his ass nearly beyond its limits. Sweat beaded on his upper lip, and his thighs trembled. But once he got it all the way in and grew used to it, his cock began to twitch. Bradshaw gently moved it inside him, and his pained expression turned to bright-eyed rapture. "Ooooooh! God!" he cried out as Bradshaw slowly fucked him with the fake fist. He was clearly on his way to one of the most powerful orgasms of his life. Glennis fast forwarded through it, not terribly interested in James' pleasure. She was, however, curious about how he would react to an actual person fisting him. Subjects often found this far more difficult to accept than a toy imitation. Clever as always, Bradshaw left this part of the training to Corrine. Glennis hit the play button and watched. James was down on his hands and knees, ferociously erect. Corrine knelt beside him, stroking his back and buttocks. She kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, "I could make you feel good, James. I could make you come." "Please!" he begged. She fondled his ass cheeks. "Tell me what you want." "Fuck me," James said, without hesitation. "God, please, fuck me." For a moment, Glennis felt the wicked pinprick of envy. Despite what she'd told Bradshaw, she had believed that James preferred her to any other woman. But now, watching him beg for Corrine's attention much the same way he'd begged for hers, she realized that James truly was a willing and submissive whore to any woman who wanted him. She hadn't been special to him all those years ago, and despite everything, she wasn't special to him now. On the tape, Corrine laughed throatily. "But I don't have a dick, James. I'm a woman. Or hadn't you noticed?" "I noticed," he said, trying to turn his head around far enough to nuzzle her breast. She laughed and pulled away. "Uh, uh, uh," she said, teasingly. "Please," he said, his eyes shining and desperate, his cock purple and swollen. "Can't you, uh-- you know, strap on the-- the thing." He blushed. She arched an eyebrow. "You mean, you want me to strap on a dildo and fuck you with it?" He blushed a little harder and nodded. She pouted. "You'd really like some silly piece of silicone," she said, tracing the line of his back with a single finger. "More than you'd like me touching you, my hand making you feel good. I guess you don't really want me after all." He shook his head frantically. "I want you. God. I want you so bad." "Just me. Not some toy between us?" "You. Only you." She kissed his shoulder. "Let me love you, baby. Let me love you my way." She ran a hand over his butt, stroking him with her fingers before balling her hand into a fist and pressing it lightly between his cheeks. He understood the gesture perfectly well. He squeezed his eyes tightly closed and nodded. Corrine leaned forward and kissed him passionately on the mouth. "I'll make it so good for you," she told him. "I promise." James didn't look entirely convinced. Corrine kissed him again. "I'm going to love doing this," she said. "And I'm going to make you love it, too. You'll see." She liberally squeezed lube onto her hand. James trembled, in anticipation or dread, Glennis couldn't be sure. Corrine whispered in his ear, kissed his face, neck and shoulders as she slowly worked in each finger. By the time her entire fist was inside him, James' eyes bulged, and he was breathing heavily. "Are you okay?" Corrine asked him. "Hurts," he croaked. "Sssh. Sssh," she soothed, kissing his back. "Wait for it. It'll turn." He whimpered in pain. "Breathe," Corrine told him. "Relax." After a few moments, some of the tension in his body eased. Corrine began slowly moving her fist. As Glennis watched, she could see the expression on James' face gradually change. His noises lost the sound of protest. His hips began moving, only slightly at first, but more and more demandingly as his excitement built, fucking himself on Corrine's fist. Honestly, Glennis wasn't certain she'd ever seen anything like it. When James came, he howled like an animal in heat, his face contorting with pleasure, his eyes wide and fixed. Corrine gently pulled out, and he sagged to the floor, his eyes rolling back in his head as he lost consciousness from the force of his orgasm. Corrine smiled, her face glowing with satisfaction. Glennis had always viewed Bradshaw's young assistant as a dependable, efficient, loyal employee, but a mousy girl, without the spark to become a trainer in her own right. After this performance, she had to seriously revise that opinion. Apparently, Corrine had hidden depths of talent. In fact, she reminded Glennis a little of herself when she was younger. She fast forwarded again. More images flashed by of James being fisted--by Bradshaw, other trainers, and finally his clients. In each shot, he worked his hips and took the fist as a good whore should, not just docilely, but with genuine eagerness. She hit play again when the video began showing footage of the next step in James' program, his aversion training. It was conducted under the guise of one of James' rewards. He and Corrine lay entwined in bed together. They kissed hungrily. James stroked her breasts. She lazily fingered his hole. James was careful not to press his erection against her body or try to rub himself against the mattress or the sheets. He was well aware that such misbehavior would cut short his pleasure. At the same time, though, he would occasionally look at Corrine and then down at his cock, an expression of intense longing in his eyes, clearly wishing she would touch him there. Corrine pulled away from the kiss. "Mmm. You make me feel so good." She rubbed his belly, his hips, his thighs, until his cock was straining and his balls were drawn up tightly against his belly. He moaned and thrashed his head, frantic for release. "You make me feel so good, baby, that I'd really like to do something special for you," Corrine told him. He spread his legs wider. "Fuck me," he begged, feverishly. "I could do that. But I'd like to give you more." She kissed him, devouring his lips. And then she whispered conspiratorially, "You want your cock sucked, James? Hmm? That would be special, wouldn't it?" His eyes darted guiltily. "I'm not supposed to." She licked her lips seductively. "I know. But just this once. Nobody will know." "I don't know--" "Okay. I mean, if you don't want to." "No! I just--" "I understand," she said. "You're sure nobody will find out?" he asked, nervously. She cupped his balls. "I wouldn't let you lose these," she said. He groaned at the contact. "Please!" "What, baby?" "Suck me. God. Please. I'll do anything." "Anything?" "Whatever you want." "There is something that would make me hot." "What is it?" "Do you like animals, James?" He looked confused. "What?" "You know, pets. A dog, for instance. You like dogs, don't you, James?" "Well, yeah. I guess so." "I have a pet," she told him. "You do?" "Several, actually. Dogs. I just love dogs. They're Dobermans. My pets. The most beautiful dogs in the world." "Yeah?" She nodded earnestly. "Oh, yes. Lithe and muscular and powerful." She kissed his shoulder. "A lot like you." He laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest, enjoying the flattery and the flirtation. "Do you know what would make me really happy?" She leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "To see you and my babies together." The expression of enjoyment disappeared from his face. "You mean--" "Oh, yeah," she said. "No! No way." "But you said you'd do anything to please me," she reminded him. "Not that." "Why?" "What do you mean *why*? Because it's disgusting." "It's the same thing you do with men." "That's different." "Why?" "Because it's *people*." "Oh, baby, don't be so narrow. A cock is a cock. And you've never been fucked until you've done it with my dogs. Trust me on this." She smiled at him suggestively. "You mean you--" She laughed. "Of course." He swallowed, a sensual flush creeping over his face. "You like that idea, huh?" she asked. He wouldn't answer, but the way his cock bobbed against his belly said everything. "So, it's okay for me to get fucked by my puppies, but not you? Is that it?" His faced turned red. "No! Of course not. It's just-- I can't. I'm sorry." She sighed. "Oh, well. I guess you don't want your cock sucked after all. It's probably just as well. Someone might have found out. And then I really would have been in trouble." James' face crumpled with disappointment. "Isn't there anything else I could do for you?" She seemed to consider the question a moment and then shook her head. "Afraid not. I really had my heart set on this. I always share everything with my puppies." She got up from bed and pulled on her robe. "Wait!" he begged. She turned back around. "What?" "I, uh--" "Yes, James." "I'll do it," he said, softly. Corrine's face lit up. "Oh, goody." She took him by the arm and pulled him off the bed. "It's going to be so much fun." "Where are we going?" he asked, nervously. "Just next door," she said. "That's where my puppies are kenneled." She dragged him by the hand to the connecting door and into the next room. It was a stark space. The walls were white, and the floor was padded. Four large cages, each one housing a dog, took up the far wall. Otherwise, the room was empty. Corrine walked over to the pens and opened each one, letting the Dobermans out. They were sleek, powerful animals. They wagged their tails and jumped up on Corrine, their tongues lolling out of their mouths, clearly glad to see her. "Come and meet them," Corrine called to James. He hesitated by the door. "Uh--" "Well, come on then. You said you liked animals." "Yeah, but--" "James, just come and pet them. That's all I'm asking." She stroked one of the dogs, rubbing his shiny coat, burying her face in his fur. Glennis had to admire Corrine's abilities. She managed to look like an innocent little girl and a very naught vixen all at once. James, of course, could not resist. He slowly drifted over to the cages and joined her down on the floor. "Go on," Corrine coaxed him. "Pet Satan." "Satan?" James asked, a little alarmed. She laughed. "Only because he's such a temptation. Not because he has the temperament of the devil. Honest." James tentatively petted the dog. Satan licked James' hand and wagged his tail. James smiled. "He seems friendly," he said. "I didn't think Dobermans were." "Oh, you know how people get all hysterical over nothing. Dobermans are great dogs. You just have to train them properly." "And these dogs have been?" "Of course. I trained them myself. They're perfectly obedient. In fact, they'll do anything I say. I'll show you." She turned to Satan. "Lie down." He flopped down onto the floor, his paws stretched out in front of him. "Roll over." He rolled over. "Sit." He sat up on his haunches. "See?" she said. "That's great. What are the rest of their names?" "This one is Brutus," she said, indicating the dog she was petting. "And that one is King. And that's Zeus." James laughed. "Very macho names." He rubbed King's muzzle and stroked Zeus' side. "Well deserved, I promise you," Corrine told him. "So what other tricks do they do?" "Oh, all kinds of things. Do you want to see?" she asked. He nodded. She smiled. "Okay. Zeus!" The dog quivered with attention. "NUZZLE," she commanded. Zeus snapped to his feet, went around behind James and began poking his nose between James' cheeks. James shrieked with surprise and alarm. "Just relax," Corrine told him. "Get on your hands and knees. Let Zeus show you what he can do." Zeus nudged James with his head, trying to get him to part his thighs. "I don't think this is a good idea," James said in a panicky voice. "Call him off. Corrine? Come on. Call off the damned dog." "Oh, don't be such a baby," she said. "Here. Watch this." She pulled off her robe and got onto her hands and knees. "King! NUZZLE." King quickly moved behind her and buried his nose between her legs, eagerly lapping at her pussy lips. "Ooooh!" she moaned in ecstasy. "Shit!" James said, his dick getting noticeably harder as he watched King eating out Corrine's cunt. "So good," Corrine gasped. James, never one to resist the lure of pleasure for long, opened his legs for Zeus. "Oh, my God!" he exclaimed, as the dog began licking his anus. "Does it-- feel good, James?" Corrine asked, breathing heavily. "Oh, God!" James said, panting. Zeus grew more aggressive, giving James a hot, wet tongue fucking, pushing deeper and deeper inside him. James howled, sounding like an animal himself. Come dripped from his cock and splashed on the floor. Glennis noticed that all four of the dogs were growing hard, their cocks extending from their sheaths. They had been specially trained to react to the scent of a human male's arousal, and from the look of things, James was overpowering the room with his sex smell. "Aaagh! Aaagh! Aaagh!" Corrine squealed as she came. James moaned loudly, the sight of Corrine's shaking, climaxing body making him even hornier. The dogs all grew more erect. After she finished coming, Corrine lay boneless on the ground, struggling to regain her breath. "Good, King," she said. "BACK!" King pulled away from her pussy, his tail wagging. He walked back to his cage and sat down in front of it. "Good boy," Corrine told him, pulling herself up to her feet. "Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" James chanted, resting his forehead against the floor, rocking his hips as Zeus continued to eat him out. "Okay, James. I'm going to leave you with the puppies now. Just a few things you should remember. The boys like a submissive bitch. Keep your head down. Don't look them in the eye. Keep your legs spread. Don't try to push them away or get up. That makes them mad. When a dog pushes his cock in your face, suck it. If you don't, they get *really* mad. And believe me, you don't want them mad. Enjoy!" Corrine quickly skipped out the door and locked it behind her. "Wha--" James was too dazed by the erotic sensation of a hot tongue turning his ass inside out to really react. "Okay. Zeus! BACK." Corrine's voice came over the intercom. Zeus immediately stop licking and went back to his cage. "Hey!" James protested. "Satan! MOUNT." The dog hurried over to James, climbed up on his back and began pushing his erect penis between James' cheeks, trying to hit his hole. "Ahhh!" James yelped in surprise and instinctively tried to pull away. "Don't, James!" Corrine warned him. Satan snarled and nipped James on the shoulder. The bite wasn't hard enough to break the skin, but James yelled out in terror. "Just let him fuck you, James. And you won't get hurt." "Call him off! Aaaagh! God. Call him *off*!" "Oh, no. I can't do that. You promised me. Remember?" "Please!" James begged. "You want your cock sucked, don't you?" He cried pitifully. Then Satan found his target and began forcing his doggy cock inside his ass. And James started to wail in panic. "Noooo!" "What's wrong, James? Don't you like being a bitch?" He sobbed in humiliation. Satan began riding him, his hips moving back and forth like a jackhammer, fucking James faster and harder than any human ever could. James cried more hysterically. His body shook with the force of the assault, his balls swinging back and forth beneath him. "Satan really seems to like your pussy, James," Corrine told him. "I don't think I've ever seen him quite this excited before. But we can't let Satan have all the fun, can we?" "Nooo!" James screamed. "*Don't*!" "Brutus! GET THE TITTIES." Brutus lunged forward, ducked his head beneath James' body and began vigorously licking and sucking his nipples. James screamed. Brutus took one of the nipple rings between his teeth and tugged. James screamed more frantically. "Don't try to pull away from him," Corrine told him. "You don't want your nipples torn off." He practically hyperventilated, completely petrified. "By the time they're finished with your titties, your nipples are going to be a good half inch longer. Won't that be pretty?" Brutus roughly worked James' nipples, and James cried out at the painful treatment. 'Fuck!" he suddenly screamed. "What the *hell* is that?" "What?" Corrine asked. "Oh, God. My ass. My ass!" His face went completely white and stark. "Oh, *that*," Corrine said. "I dare say you're feeling Satan's knot forming inside you." "Noooo!" "That means he's probably about to come." "AAAAAAGH!" James wailed, his face contorted with revulsion. "Oh, I guess he *is* coming," Corrine corrected herself. "How does that feel, James? Getting pumped full of doggy jizz?" Tears streamed down James' face, and his bottom lip trembled like a little child's. Satan finished coming, got down and turned around so that he and James were tail to tail. "Get it out of me!" James demanded. Satan tried to pull away. James howled in agony. "Get it *out*!" he begged. "I can't," Corrine told him. "You're tied together. That happens when a dog fucks his bitch. It's Satan's way of trying to knock you up with his puppies. Hey, wouldn't that be cool if he could get you pregnant?" Satan lunged again, trying to pull free. "Please!" James shrieked. "Satan! STAY." And then she said to James, "At least now he won't tear your ass open." But somehow that didn't seem to comfort James. He continued to cry. "Oh, my poor baby," Corrine said. "You want something to make you feel better? Huh? You want that blow job I promised you? What do you say, baby?" James was too choked by sobs to answer. "Okay, baby. I'm going to take that as a yes," she said. "King! SUCK." King made a beeline for James' cock, nuzzling and licking at it, before taking it into his mouth and sucking. "AAAAAAAGH!" James screeched in pure terror. "Don't even think about resisting," Corrine told him. "I'd hate to think what King might do to your cock." James continued to scream in horror. Glennis smiled as she watched. The dogs were, of course, carefully trained to do no actual damage to human genitals. But she imagined it was a truly harrowing experience for a man to have his most tender, vulnerable parts in a dog's mouth, at the mercy of its teeth and its unpredictable behavior. James had no idea if the animal would simply suck him off or devour his cock entirely, leaving him with a bloody stump. Finally, Satan's knot diminished enough for him to pull free of James' body. However, while they'd been tied together, the dog's cock had grown erect again. He turned around and made a move toward James, as if to mount him again. Corrine commanded, "Satan! BACK." And then she said, "Zeus! MOUNT." Zeus leaped to his feet and bounded over to James. He eagerly climbed up on James' back, his paws scraping his sides, and began to violate him with horny enthusiasm. James shrieked in protest as the animal claimed him as his bitch. "Satan! PRESENT!" Corrine ordered. Satan shot around to the front and pressed his pelvis into James' face. "He wants you to suck his cock, James," Corrine said. "If you don't, it'll upset them all. Who knows what King will do to your nipples or Zeus to your ass? And God forbid, what Brutus could do to your cock or your balls. Don't be stupid. Just suck. It's only a cock. You've already sucked so many. What difference could one more possibly make?" James sobbed in defeat. He obviously had no choice. He took the animal's penis in his mouth and began to suck, his nose buried in the dog's furry belly. The look of disgust on his face clearly said that he did not enjoy the taste of the animal's gamey spunk. James' four-way doggie rape went on for some time. Each dog took a turn mounting their human bitch, and each one left a load of spunk in his stomach. Despite the terror of having a dog's mouth surrounding his cock, James still managed to come, again and again. Each time he climaxed, he sobbed brokenly, appalled by his body's ability to take pleasure from such degradation. And yet, he couldn't manage to stay soft. The constant assault on his prostate kept making him hard. As soon as his cock filled, one of the dogs would pounce on it and immediately start sucking. And James would start screaming in terror all over again. After several hours of canine fun, Corrine finally called off the dogs. They all retreated to their cages and waited obediently. She came back into the room and locked them in their pens again. James lay curled on the floor, shuddering, cradling his abused penis in his hand. His asshole was raw and ravaged, yawning open, come drooling from it. His nipples were purple and distended. Dried doggy spunk caked at the corners of his mouth. Corrine knelt beside him and gently touched his shoulder. He flinched and pulled away. "My poor James," she said. "Why?" he asked, raggedly. "Why what, baby?" "Why did you do that to me?" She stroked his hair soothingly. Glennis could sense his conflict. A part of him wanted nothing more than to reject Corrine's attentions, but a stronger part of him desperately needed the consolation that came with a woman's soft touch. Corrine continued to caress him, and he didn't pull away. "It wasn't me, baby. I'm not the one who gets you into trouble," she told him. "It's *this*." She reached down and lightly squeezed his penis. He whimpered. "You know it's true," she said. "That's what got you into this mess. That insatiable dick of yours. You knew you weren't allowed to have it touched, and yet, you couldn't help yourself, could you?" He cried harder. "You just had to get sucked. But it didn't feel too good, did it?" He shook his head. "No, I'm sure it didn't. But you came anyway, didn't you?" He sobbed. She stroked his shoulder. "I know you did. You just can't control yourself. That's why we have to control your cock for you. So it doesn't keep getting you into trouble. You understand that, don't you?" He nodded, exhausted and suggestible, needing something to blame for his humiliating ordeal. "Good. That's very good." She kissed his forehead. "You don't want to get into any more trouble like this, do you, James?" "No!" he said, vehemently. "You hated it, didn't you?" "Uh-huh," he said, sniffling. "You don't ever want anything like this to happen to you again, do you?" He shook his head passionately. "That means you can't ever allow your cock to be touched again. You know that, right?" He nodded solemnly. "You don't even *want* your cock touched, do you, James?" "No!" He shuddered violently. "And wearing your chastity belt isn't so bad, is it?" "No. Not so bad." "Maybe you even like it?" He thought a moment and then nodded. "Yeah. I do. I like it." "Because you can't trust your cock." He shook his head sadly. "No. I can't." "Bad things happen to you because of it." A tear trickled down his cheek. "*Really* bad things." "I know. It's terrible. It could really make you hate your cock, couldn't it?" His lip trembled as he started to cry again. "Yeah." "Say it, James. Don't let it get the better of you." "I hate my cock," he whispered. "Say it louder. Remember all the trouble it's caused you." "I *hate* my cock!" he declared. "You must have realized by now that you never would have ended up in this place if it weren't for your penis. How does that make you feel?" "I HATE MY FUCKING COCK!" he screamed, his face red, his body shaking. "That's good. That's very, *very* good, James," Corrine told him, her voice gentle and supportive. "Now what do you want to do about it?" "I want to put my chastity belt back on," he said, with conviction. "Are you sure?" He nodded eagerly. "I want my chastity belt. It keeps me safe." "From your cock?" More tears streaked down his face. "Uh-huh." Corrine cupped his cheek and wiped away the tears with her thumb. "Don't worry, James. We're going to make sure your cock never gets you into trouble again. We'll help you keep it under control." "Thank you," he said, his voice quavering. She kissed him on top of the head as she stood up. "We'll take care of you, James. I promise." She held out his chastity belt to him. "Now, let's get this back on you, shall we?" He nodded gratefully. She took his hand and helped him to his feet. "Okay, James. Here we go..." Glennis smiled and shook her head. Corrine clearly deserved a bonus. The footage with the dogs would make a fine addition to the series of videos she was releasing of James' odyssey to whoredom. She couldn't even begin to calculate the proceeds it would generate. A man passionately denouncing his own dick as the root of all evil was simply not something you saw everyday. She skipped forward in the tape. There was more footage of James' sessions with his clients. In some of them, he worked without his chastity belt. Glennis stopped to watch. Occasionally, a customer would reach for James' erection, and he would wail "No!" and jerk away as if the other man were trying to kill him. The training with the dogs had been a complete success. James had acquired a powerful aversion to having his penis touched. At the same time, he appeared to crave attention to his anus. Bradshaw and Corrine had even coaxed him into calling it his pussy. Glennis skipped forward a little further. There was only one final step in James' training before he became the perfect whore. There was still one thing that James feared, and a whore could never be scared of anything that might happen to his body. The trick was to turn that fear into desire, to blur the line between pain and pleasure, to cultivate in James a sincere appreciation for the most intimate and cruel punishment, to have him begging for it, getting off on it. Glennis watched as Corrine and Bradshaw conducted his pain training. It was a simple game. During James' reward sessions, Corrine would fuck him with a dildo, and Bradshaw would paddle his balls. James could stop at any time, and he controlled how hard Bradshaw smacked his scrotum. But the paddling and fucking worked in tandem. So if he asked for a lighter ball paddling, then he also got a less gratifying workout with the dildo. Of course, at first James howled in agony at the least little swat to his sack, making Bradshaw paddle him so gingerly that it was impossible for him to come. As James' sexual frustration grew, so did his courage. With each session, he grew a little tougher, until he was begging for more and more extreme abuse, shrieking with blissful abandon as he climaxed, his balls covered in black and blue marks. Each orgasm reinforced his newly found taste for ball torture. Eventually, the link was fully forged in James' brain. Pain in his balls meant release, pleasure. And so, he begged like a little kid in a toy store to have his balls beaten. After a while, he could come from just that. Glennis watched with a feeling of finality. This really was it, the proof of what she'd felt that night after she'd taken him. The proud, arrogant man James had once been was gone forever, destroyed at her hands. In his place was the submissive, masochistic whore his training had been designed to create. She sighed as she stopped the tape and rewound it. She got up from her desk and went to the window. The sun was beginning to set. It was the magic hour when everything looked its most beautiful. Her property spanned as far as the eye could see and much farther than that. The gardens were lush, the fields fertile. It was her domain. And it filled her with pleasure and pride. Just as this magnificent success with James should have. But she couldn't help feeling empty. It was finished. It was perfect. But what she'd really wanted from him was impossible. It always had been. She could see that now. She just didn't know how to be through with him. *** Several days later, Carter materialized out of the blue, back from--wherever he'd been, doing God knows what, to some hapless officer of the law. He grinned at her from the door way. "Am I allowed into the inner sanctum?" he asked. "Not if you're going to be sarcastic." "Me?" he asked, innocently. "Oh, get in here. You're starting to annoy me already." He laughed. "That may be a record." "No. I believe the record was in Bali when you managed to offend me before we even said a word to one another." "For the zillionth time, I was *not* flirting with that woman at the airport." "Of course, you were." "Glennis, you can't seriously believe I'd go to all the trouble of meeting you halfway around the world only to--" He took a deep breath. "Never mind. Never mind. I don't want to argue about ancient history. Not when I dropped by to do something nice. Here," he said, handing her a video tape. "I hope it will be very profitable for your charities." "What's this?" "Footage from my last project. Just like I promised." She sat up straighter. "You got the whole thing on video?" "The whole thing." He smiled at her winningly. "Is it good?" He looked offended. "Of course, it's good. What do you think I am? An amateur?" "Oh, please. Don't even think about getting insulted. You know I meant the subject, not you. Did he cry much?" "Like a baby." "Oh, that *is* good. Grown men weeping always sells well." "Well, this guy should be a real winner then. For a cop, he was quite the drama queen. When he lost his cherry, you would have sworn it was the end of the world." "Did you do the honors?" "Of course. You know that's my one rule with my crew. I go first." She laughed. "It's good to be the boss." He leaned back in his chair. "It certainly is. And how is your project coming along? Has James been reduced to a mere shadow of his former self?" "Quite," she told him. "I'd like to see," he said. "Really?" "Does that surprise you? I did break him in. I'd be fascinated to see the end result of all your hard work." "Of course. I'll call Bradshaw. He can show you to the observation room." "I was hoping you'd show me yourself." "Well--" "Come on, Glennis. Please." He wasn't begging. Carter never begged. But he was asking in his most earnest voice, the one she could never quite refuse. "Oh, all right," she gave in. "I'll take you over there." She got up from her desk and led him out to the hall and down the corridor. It wasn't far to the studio where James was currently working. She showed Carter into the observation room and closed the door behind them. Today, James was entertaining a gang of inner city drug dealers. He straddled the lap of one of the hoodlums, impaling himself enthusiastically on the kid's prodigious cock. He greedily sucked another, slurping and smacking his lips obscenely, as if the young thug's come was the best tasting treat he'd ever had. "Yeah, bitch, suck that dick. Get it down your throat," the kid said, as he fucked James' face without mercy. The other gang members waited impatiently, rubbing themselves through their pants as they watched. They would all have their turn, again and again, as many times as they wanted. And when it was over, James would still beg for more. Glennis sighed heavily. "You don't sound pleased," Carter noted. "I am," she said. "I mean, it all came out exactly as I'd hoped. It's just--" "What?" "Oh, you know how it is. It's destroying a person's will that's entertaining. Once you've completely broken them and they'll do anything you want, no matter how painful and disgusting it is, because they're so degraded they no longer know any better-- Well, it's just not interesting any more. You know what I mean?" "You know I never keep them that long. I just fuck them up and put them back." "I don't suppose you'd like to try something new, would you? You could have him, as a thank you gift for all you've done to help make the project a success. It might be a nice change of pace, having a cop around to abuse whenever you like." "That's very generous," he said. "But I've already had my fun with James. Nothing could ever compare to taking his cherry." "Yes, well, I can see how you'd feel that way. I guess I could always sell him. I mean, there have to be any number of brothels who'd be interested in a submissive cop slut who begs johns to fuck his pussy and beat his balls." Carter laughed. "No doubt." And then he asked curiously, "So why don't you? Why do you keep him around?" "I don't know." "Don't you?" "Please don't go all psychoanalytical on me. I can't take it." "Fine. Don't tell me then." "Fine. I wasn't planning to, anyway." "It's not as if I don't know already." "You don't know anything," she told him. "Don't I?" "No," she insisted. "How could you?" "Do you really think it's all that difficult to guess? For someone who knows you as well as I do?" "I have work to do," she said, in her most chilly voice. She started for the door. He grabbed her wrist. "James forced himself on working girls. And sometimes on women he only presumed to be working girls. That's what you said at the auction. Now, I don't believe you were ever a prostitute. But I do know you haven't always been this fabulously wealthy. I imagine there was a time when life was pretty hard. So it makes sense that you somehow ended up in a situation where he mistook you for something you weren't." She could feel all the blood leaving her face. "If you ever tell anyone--" she threatened. The force on her wrist relented. His touch turned gentle, his fingers stroking her skin. "I'm not going to do that," he said. "You should know by now I don't want to hurt you." She swallowed hard. She wasn't sure if she knew anything of the sort. But she found herself telling him the story anyway. "I was a virgin," she said. "I'm sorry," he told her. "He doesn't remember me. Not even after everything I've put him through." "Is that what you wanted? For him to remember?" She lowered her eyes. "I don't know," she lied. She had no intention of confessing to him or anyone else the very unFurylike ideas she'd entertained about James. "I just wanted-- something." "I know how that feels." "He laughed at me," she said. "That night. As he was walking away." "They laughed at me, too. I still remember the way it sounded, echoing off the walls of the cell." "Getting revenge didn't make that go away?" she asked. He shook his head. "Not for me." "I don't understand. It's supposed to make everything better. After it happened, I promised myself I'd get even if I ever had enough power. And then-- well, everything changed for me, and I could do anything I wanted. And this was supposed to be my crowning achievement." "But it didn't turn out that way." She shook her head. "He still doesn't remember what happened. He made a lasting impression on me, and I was just some faceless fuck to him." "Hey, at least he'll never forget you now." "That's true," she said. "So maybe it's time that *you* forgot *him*." "I guess," she said. "Carter--" She broke off. "What?" She frowned. "Do you ever think about getting out of the retribution business?" "Not really. You?" "This thing with James has given me doubts." "You're not really going to let him ruin your life's work, are you?" She hesitated. "I guess not." "You know what I think would be the best thing in the world to take your mind off all this?" "What?" "A new project." "You think?" He nodded. "I do." "I don't know." "It'll put some distance between you and James. Give you a fresh perspective. Maybe then you'll be ready to auction him off to some lucky pleasure house. Imagine how much money that would raise for your foundation. Think of the runaways and single mothers and all the other people you could help with it." She perked up a little. "I like the sound of that." "And you'll have the satisfaction of knowing that James will be spending the rest of his life in enforced servitude, the hapless plaything of sadists and perverts. That ought to make you feel better." "It's certainly a start." "And I have the perfect project to take your mind off things." "Really?" "Something we can work on together." "Carter--" He held up his hand. "At least let me tell you what it is before you say no. I promise you'll find it interesting." She sighed heavily. "All right. I'll listen. But don't take that as agreeing to work with you." He grinned. "Not to worry, Glennie. I've learned by now never to take anything for granted where you're concerned." "I hope you're not going to start irritating me again." "Me? Never. Now, do you want to hear about the project or not?" "I suppose I could listen." He laughed. "And people say you're not gracious." She folded her arms over her chest and gave him the *look*. "All right, all right," he said. "So, there's a warden at a women's prison in Texas. It seems he's been running his own little prostitution ring with the inmates he supervises, having johns come into the prison and do the girls right in their cells. Of course, the women aren't given a choice in the matter. There are no condoms, no birth control of any sort. The women who get pregnant are forced to have abortions in the prison infirmary. And there's nothing to keep them from getting HIV." "That's *terrible*," she said, feeling the familiar and comforting indignation stirring in her Fury's blood. "It gets even worse. Most of the women are mothers. But they're not allowed to have any contact with their families, so the warden can protect his secret and continue growing rich." "This bastard has to be stopped." "Clearly," Carter agreed. "He has to be taught a lesson." "I know. So will you help me do it?" he asked. "I don't know if that's--" she said, hesitantly. "Come on. You know you want to," Carter coaxed. "Who'd be in charge of the project?" she asked, warily. "Neither of us. We'd have to compromise." "I don't really do that." "I know. Neither do I. But we could learn, don't you think?" "I honestly don't know," she told him. "We could find out." "I suppose." "Come on, Glennis. I realize this could be a disaster of epic proportions. But if it works? If we actually figure out how to work together as partners? There isn't anything we wouldn't be able to do. No one who would be out of our reach." "That could be exciting." He smiled. "To say the least." "I guess we could give it a try." "Let's go back to your office, and I'll tell you everything you want to know about the naughty warden." "All right," she said, letting him put his arm around her shoulders and guide her to the door. "But this doesn't mean I've made up my mind or anything." "I never thought it did." "Just as long as we understand each other." They bickered all the way back to her office, leaving the observation room abandoned, the door ajar. On the other side of the glass, James just went on fucking and fucking and fucking... THE END __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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