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Most of the time I was on a bed with my hands cuffed and my buttocks up in the air, waiting to be fucked, and actually WANTING to be fucked. My cunt was burning all the time! My vulva and my vagina were both on fire, desperate to be touched, and my clitoris was permanently erect and wet!
Investigators have sometimes asked the question: was she really listening to Commander Durenka’s recording, or was she inventing it all? Was the recording real or did it have its origin in her own wet vulva?
“Maybe you like women, eh?” he said to me. “Maybe you can’t take your dyke’s eyes off those big fat tits that are sticking out of the concrete, eh? Your tits are fine, they’re smaller but they’re firm and they hold up well for their size.”
The bastard grabbed my tits and squeezed them as hard as he could. He pinched them and twisted and turned them to hurt me. I thought they were going to break or burst because he was so strong. My breasts were getting more and more painful…”
“I warned you, didn’t I? No acts of disobedience, I said, didn’t I’ No rebellious attitudes! I told you you’d pay for it on your big fat Imperialist tits and your sluts’ cunts and you will! You’re just hookers now, got it? Whores! Slubas! Sluts! And your cunts are not serving the Empire anymore, got it?”
SLAP! SLAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Gregory had taken quite a liking to the current subject and Forny was very satisfied for the young victim he had chosed for this particular photo shoot. She was a bit less attractive than some of the other cosplayers they had photographed, but just a bit less; and she was a bit thicker than some of the others … but just a bit, which gave her a very lush, curvy appeal. Perhaps that’s what Gregory was enamored with?
She was currently doubled, ankles bound to her wrists, and Gregory was happily whipping her ample ass and thighs. He smiled as each swipe of the whip added a new angry red strip to her buttocks or legs. He would pause every so often to slap her bald pussy or asshole, or to plunge the whip handle into whichever welcome and exposed hole seemed to catch his fancy at the moment.
“Young lady, you are the keystone for this series of photos. And I have something special planned for you. You’ve noticed the remote-controlled cameras I have set up around the room. As soon as I start the camera, Gregory will use those needle nose pliers to pull out several of your pubes. The very second you cry out, I will batter one of those amazing tits of yours with this leather covered paddle. The louder you scream, the closer I will come to paddling your nipple.”
Gregory had only nodded his usual acknowledgment.
“Very well, Gregory, our recent fuchsia-haired client left me with a very substantial breast craving … I suppose ‘TITs’ would be more accurate. I want to you secure three more well-sculpted clients for next our few sessions. Bring them to the storage area.
“You see young lady,” he said calmly to bound woman, “this is supposed to be a very special photo-shoot, all based on some polls from my viewers members. The poll for this set of photos asked the question … how many piercings are perfect for the female body? “
Her face twisted in fear as Forny continued, “The answer was 37. Gregory you may begin.”
The woman’s lake-blue eyes went wide with terror as Gregory quickly unpacked his comprehensive set of piercing needles, clamps, and devices – a host of rings, studs, dangles and more.
“Perfect.” The Avenger scrolled through the data on the tablet. “Perfect. This will absolve your debt to me. But not your service. You have two choices. One: you may leave the company immediately. You will be placed on the street naked and penniless, forfeiting everything you own … well,naked except for your chastity device. You will stay locked in your chastity device. Hugo will destroy the keys and set the electrics to provide an orgasm every 15 minutes or so. You will be left on Larson Avenue to fend for yourself, including finding a locksmith or mechanic or someone who can remove the locked device, while you cum every few minutes.
The Avenger smiled, “Or you report to my quarters, this evening. I will remove the device and you will continue to serve as my maid and slave … sexual slave might I add. You have until I am finished with Mrs. Carver here to decide.”
Dark gray concrete walls adorned with brushed nickel lighting topped with amber yellow lights every 8 feet or so. The combination managed to give the long hall a look of both somber darkness and warmth from the fire-like glow.
“I see you have taken a more subdued approach to the decor,” he said. “Much more subdued than your predecessor, Miss Kim. Although your predecessor’s taste in decor was exceptional.”
The Avenger laughed quietly, “Yes, well, may aim is to keep the ambiance outside the individual rooms ‘subdued’ as you said, and much more amplified inside the rooms. And I think that adjustment in style will also be evident in your choice of entertainment.”
The Prince laughed, “I do appreciate your confidence. Is it justified?”
The Avenger nodded, “I will let you decide that for yourself, but The Committee tended to over-invest in their own lavish aims and to cater to their own selfish whims … that tendency also extended to the women they provided as entertainment.” I have a slightly different source.”
“I see,” said the Prince, “and what source have you relied upon? What is your new source of entertainment, may I ask.”
The Avenger stopped and stared into the Prince’s eyes. His security detail seemed almost as surprised as the Prince himself. “My source? My source is The Committee.”