Victoria came forward to take hold of Sandra’s hand.
She assisted Sandra in releasing her body, from the form-fitting bodice, of her formal dress. When the dress was unzipped, it collapsed when released, as it slid down the columns of her long legs, in a rush of silk.
Sandra shivered from the cold permeating the dark walls of this dungeon, as her only defense from the chill was her brassiere, lace panties, and hose. Even those were dispatched by Victoria’s hand, except for the hose and shoes which were spared.
-“Welcome Sandra, let me show you around.” Victoria said in a sultry voice. She took hold of Sandra’s right hand again, as she led her to a device that was a hybrid between a stretch rack, and a simulated guillotine above.
-“This is custom made, obviously for psychological effect. The blade stays in place, and cannot come down, yet the head and hand rest is used to secure the subject.
Do you know that according to neurological studies, when a head was severed clean by a sharp blade such as the guillotine, the head was still conscious that it was decapitated as it tumbled to the ground? Consciousness survived long enough to have time to enjoy that perception -- Weird huh?” Victoria said with a sinister smile.
Next, she led Sandra to an apparatus which resembled a sarcophagus, which was lined with iron needles all around, although to the touch, they were really not as sharp. Next, she led Sandra to a reclining chair which resembled a gynecologist’s chair with stir ups for the feet on either side, as well as dangling belts protruding from various points.
Sandra politely smiled, as her body suppressed a shudder when they stood in front of a glass enclosed display. In it were displayed various steel devices some which looked like thongs, surgical forceps, jaw and eye-openers, and a sundry array of plastic phallic devices.
-“Are you cold?” Victoria asked as she ran her hands down the sides of Sandra’s arms to infuse some warmth. Her hands traveled upwards again and down her middle to weigh with those Sandra’s full breasts, and to harshly tweak her nipples.
-“Ouch!” Sandra involuntarily said, as she took a step back, and away from Victoria’s hands.
-“What’s the matter? You can’t take it? Let me tell you something. When you two came through the door of my domain, I have complete control. I can do anything that I want to you, or to Charles.
Unless you say the word to stop, and then…you will never be admitted here again! Is that perfectly clear?” Victoria spewed the words which left no doubt of her intent.
Rage brewed underneath the surface at being manhandled like a pair of grapefruits, as Sandra thought out how to navigate this tricky situation. She did not want to be at the mercy of this cruel, although beautiful woman. Yet, she was being handsomely paid by Charles to submit to his demands.
She had a lot ridding on the payout of this venture, and did not want Charles to fire her on the spot. Quickly, she decided to focus on Charles and to get this done and over with.
-“Of course I can take it. And since I am cold; I think that I will start physical exertion to attain body warmth.” Sandra said this as she maintained eye lock with Victoria to show her that she could not defeat her so easily.
-“Physical exertion is an excellent idea.” Victoria said as she walked around Sandra and raked her long fingernails down her back - leaving a trail behind all the way down to Sandra’s shapely derriere, when she interred her sharp nails into the slopes of her buttocks.
Internally seething, Sandra abruptly walked away from her hands before they ventured into other parts, and moved rapidly towards Charles.
Psychologically, Sandra braced herself to perform the part of the unpleasant part of her job. She did this by blanking out her mind, and locking part of herself in a separate compartment; the place where nothing could touch her.
She embraced Charles, and almost pleaded with her eyes that they leave this scary place behind. Then she proceeded as business as usual, as she helped Charles undress.
To ascertain her power, Victoria jumped in and led Charles by the hand, to the guillotine. He kneeled on the rack, as his hands and head were secured by the wooden block. The sharp blade gleaned with an eerie glow, reflecting off the track lights.
-“I will start first. Here, put this on!” Victoria instructed, as she handed Sandra a strap-on dildo, and she proceeded next to grab a short leather whip.
Victoria seemed to Sandra, a very angry woman, judging by the torrent of obscenities she passionately bestowed on poor Charles. She was vicious, petty, and cruel. She almost seemed possessed by an entity from the lower realms, as she mercilessly descended the whip on Charles’ vulnerable backside, and buttocks with delight.
After fifteen minutes of verbal and corporal abuse, Victoria’s body was bathed in sheen of perspiration, which splattered like rain onto Charles’ back, every time she brought the whip down. –“Now Sandra, use the lubricant in him and on your strap-on. Get on top of the rack and fuck Charles. Just imagine that you are a man, and that now you are fucking like one.” Victoria said out of breath.
The things one did to earn our daily bread, Sandra thought dismayingly. This, as she steadily pushed the veined dildo into Charles.
Her rumination was disrupted by Victoria taking a brake from the flagging, to come on board. Sandra closed her eyes to fully capture the multiple sensations of power, as well as the seduction effected mercilessly by Victoria's hands and tongue - as those shook her to the core.
It was certainly a novelty to be to fucker, and not the fucked.
To be continued…
