The story so far:
Rita’s Choice: Jan 2006
Rita’s Choice: Chapter 2 Jan 2006
Rita’s Choice: Chapter 3 Feb 2006
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Ingrid walked into Mike’s office while attempting to flatten the curled up pieces of paper she had removed from the tube hung around Rita’s neck.
“Whaddya have?” Mike asked.
“We just picked up Rita from Master Shadow. This is his report.”
“I know you’ve read it already, give me the bottom line. Do I snuff her?”
“Nope,” she responded, sounding a little disappointed, “It seems she has seen the light. Good reports from the testers for the past few days, and the same from Shadow. I guess he did it.”
“Ok,” Mike enthused, “lets get her on her back earning some money.”
Ingrid shot Mike a quick look. He knew what she was asking. “Nah, you just gave me one. I’ll use her later.”
Three Weeks Later
Mike heard the phone at the other end hang up, then slammed down his own. “That’s it. The fucking Bitch is toast.” He bellowed for Ingrid.
“Yessir?”
“Did you call Shadow to offer Rita to him?”
“Yeah, last week, when you told me to.”
“And?”
“And nothing.”
“Whaddya mean, nothing?”
“Exactly that. Nothing. I haven’t heard back from him.”
“Well then, fuck him. Offer her to the Torture Channel, see what they will pay. If it’s more than Hills, they can have her.”
“Was that last call another bad report on her?”
“Yeah, and I am fed up with her. She is ruining the reputation of the rental stable, she’s gotta go. Oh, and put her on the Ultimate Ride for a few hours. No snuff, of course.”
“Uhhhh…is that a good idea? Definitely fun….for us anyway…but TTC usually likes them fresher than the machine leaves them. Especially a looker like her. Maybe we should wait on doing that.”
Mike pondered that for a minute, wrestling with himself. As much as he would enjoy seeing Rita on the Ride, he knew Ingrid was looking out for the company, and she was right. He forced business acumen to overrule personal desire. Waving her away, he muttered, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
When Rita had been returned to Spellbook, she suspected her period of testing wasn’t over. She was wrong, but that was immaterial. So the first few times she was rented after her return, she used her skills and repertoire of sexual tricks to please her customers. They were all delighted with her. But she knew the testing had to end after a while, and so she reverted to not giving the customers any real satisfaction much beyond what they could get using their hands. Not surprisingly, the complaints arrived almost immediately thereafter, usually loudly. Mike had accepted the first few without much concern, but when the pattern was evident, he ordered Ingrid to call Shadow to see if he would follow through on his offhand comment to buy Rita if she was for sale. Now, over a week later, Mike was convinced Shadow had been shooting his mouth off and wasn’t returning the call because he didn’t have the balls to come out and admit it.
A few minutes after Ingrid left his office, she returned. “I just got off the phone with TTC.”
Mike looked at her and raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. If there was no problem, Ingrid would have concluded the sale to TTC without coming back in here. If it was only that they wouldn’t pay enough, she would have gone directly to Hills. So, no TTC, no Hills, she’s in here. Ergo, there is a problem. He continued to look at her.
“TTC is interested, but.” Mike didn’t respond. “But not right now,” she continued. “They have been thinking about doing some kind of special. Really hideous deaths for really hot slaves. They say Rita will be perfect for it. And they will pay top dollar for her in pristine condition, but they have no place to store her and they haven’t finalized all the details of the special. Might not be finalized for another two or three weeks, and then they have to get the sets made, or whatever… anyway, it might be thirty to forty five days before they are ready for her. Maybe sooner, but they want you to know the outside dates are a possibility.”
Mike just stared at her for a few seconds. “Fuck. Pristine condition. Double fuck. What does top dollar mean?”
“They weren’t specific, but I got they gave me the impression it might be in the range of eight to ten thousand.”
“What happens if she isn’t in pristine condition?”
“They were pretty clear about that. With most of their stuff going out HiDef, marks on the slaves show up pretty clearly. They want these to look like they are brand new slaves. They plan to play up the beauty angle and ‘it’s their first torture’ business to make for better audience reaction. If the girls have whip marks or other signs of torture, the price they are willing to pay will go down. He wasn’t specific about any of the price points, but again, he gave me the feeling the price would drop pretty fast to only meat if the whip marks are anything more than few and faint. You know how television is getting these days.”
“Shit. Now I can’t even mark her up while I have wait….fucking pristine fucking condition. Alright, we wait. I can always snuff her for Christmas, or something.”
“Can I tell her she is going to TTC? Just to rub it in a little.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
Ingrid turned to leave, when she heard, “Wait.”
“What?”
“How is The Bitch in girl-on-girl?”
Ingrid thought about it for a second before responding. “So-so. I get the feeling she really doesn’t like doing it…loves it being done to her though. But then she is so-so with men from what they say about her. Despite that Shadow says she can be really special. So maybe she is good only when she wants to be, with men or women. Bottom line, it’s impossible to say with any certainty, but I still think she doesn’t like doing it to another girl. Why?”
“Because as of now, she has a new job. She is office whore for you women. Tie her hands to her waist behind her back, string her up by her ankles with her legs spread. Put a chair in front of her face. Tell every slave in the office who isn’t being punished they are free to sit in that chair as long as they wish and to use her services. Put a riding crop in the chair, but warn everyone about marking her up. Pussy hits would be safest from that standpoint. Any marks they make better fade before she goes to TTC. You are responsible for monitoring her use and keeping track of who puts which marks on her. Leave her that way until you go to bed tonight, then let her down. We can figure out another position for her tomorrow and so on. Are you doing anything important right now?”
“Nothing that can’t hold for an hour or two.”
“Then see to stringing her up right now. When that’s done, take a break for an hour, you look like you need a rest.” He grinned broadly as he said that, knowing that Ingrid would appreciate being first.
Ingrid’s face could not possibly have shown greater pleasure or anticipation. She elaborately got down on her knees, raised her arms over her head and bowed to the floor repeatedly, while saying, “Oh thank you, all-wise and benevolent master. Your wishes will be carried out to perfection by this humble slave.”
Mike growled, “Get out of here before I change my mind.”
Ingrid scrambled to her feet, giggling as she did so. She raced out of the office.
She stopped at her desk long enough to verify that she could move Rita to where she wanted without decapitating her. She stopped one of the other slaves who happened to walk by and, omitting the part about the TTC, told her what was going to happen to Rita in the office. She told the slave to quietly spread the word while she got Rita in position. Then she went to fetch The Bitch. She took her from the holding cage where she had been placed and peremptorily ordered Rita to follow her. She gave no explanation about what was going to happen.
Ingrid led Rita to an unused room that just happened to have a ring securely bolted to the center of the ceiling, as well as a pulley system for hauling slaves into the air. Along the way she had collected a pair of leather ankle cuffs and a long spreader bar. Ingrid wanted Rita’s legs well spread. The room already had sufficient rope for her purposes. She ordered Rita to attach the ankle cuffs and spreader bar. Rita assumed she was going to be placed in a strapadoo when Ingrid tied her hands behind her back, but when Ingrid continued the bondage by securing her wrists to her waist, Rita started to worry. When Ingrid ordered her into the center of the room, then to sit on the floor, Rita knew she was going to be strung up upside down. She also knew she had no choice but to comply.
Rita figured she was being readied for Mike to use for a blow job. Mike liked to use the slaves upside down for blow jobs every so often, so this wasn’t when all that unusual. She didn’t like being upside down, but it would be over soon enough. Even Ingrid stopped raising her after she was only about two feet off the floor and brought the chair over to adjust her height against, Rita still didn’t fully grasp the situation. However, the next few seconds became very enlightening for her.
Ingrid took a riding crop off the wall where it had been hanging, then returned to the chair and sat in it. She slouched deeply so her pussy was well clear of the edge of the chair, allowing Rita unrestricted access. She spread her legs and pulled the chair forward so Rita’s lips were resting against her pussy. “Now,” she began, “when I hit your leg like this,” she demonstrated with a tap on Rita’s leg, “it means I want you to move to the right. This means, move left.” She tapped Rita’s other leg as an instruction. She then tapped Rita on her stomach, “That means move higher.” A tap on Rita’s ass. “That means move lower.” Then she gave Rita a gentle tap on her pussy. “That means harder.” Three gentle taps on her pussy followed. “That means faster. That should be enough for now, I don’t want to overload your tiny brain with too much instruction. Lets begin, shall we?”
With that, Ingrid raised her arm and brought it down as hard as she could, striking Rita with the crop directly on her pussy. Rita screeched in pain, but quickly drove her tongue into Ingrid’s pussy and began licking and fucking her with it as hard as she could. Ingrid yelped in pleasure. She then struck Rita very hard five times in rapid succession, laughing as she did so. “Go, Bitch, go!” she yelled, as she continued to strike her again and again. Rita tongued her tormentor vigorously. Unfortunately for Rita, Ingrid wasn’t so much interested in receiving pleasure as she was in giving pain and torment. She barely allowed Rita to get started when she went wild with the riding crop. She struck Rita as quickly as she could, hitting her everywhere she had demonstrated. She struck one leg, then the other, then back to the first leg for a flurry of hits, then to her ass, then to the leg again, on to her stomach, and around and around. It was clear she had no desire to guide Rita’s efforts, she wanted to torture her. None of the hits were as hard as she could make them, because she was mindful of Mike’s admonishment that Rita wasn’t to be severely marked. When it was over, Rita would be red and very sore, but no welts would be inflicted.
Rita worked her tongue as hard as she could. Part of her problem though was that suspended as she was, when she tried to press her lips into Ingrid’s pussy, she pushed herself away. She did her best, hoping to get enough tongue into Ingrid that Ingrid would begin to desire satisfaction or pleasure more than whipping her. Rita weathered the storm of blows Ingrid delivered without slacking her efforts. Fortunately for Rita, Ingrid had not cum in quite a while, so the prospect of doing so, augmented by Rita’s very insistent tongue finally got her attention. She settled herself in the chair and allowed Rita to do her job. She quickly realized Rita’s problem was her problem as well. She could tell Rita was giving it her best shot, but Ingrid was ultimately the loser because Rita really couldn’t control herself to stop the swinging. To solve the problem, Ingrid reached down and grabbed a handful of Rita’s long hair in each hand. She wrapped it around her hands to ensure a good grip, then pulled Rita forcefully into her and held her there tightly, by pulling painfully on Rita’s hair. With Rita’s lips snugly pressed against her pussy, Ingrid crossed her legs behind Rita’s head to keep her there.
It didn’t take long before her first orgasm arrived. It was the first of many before Ingrid began to worry that she might be overstaying her allowed break. Fully sated for the time being, she got up and began to put the riding crop down, then hesitated. She gave in to the impulse, and while standing, she laid a stroke on Rita’s pussy with all the force her arm could deliver.
Rita howled in pain. She twitched and writhed, gasping for air and wanting desperately to rub her very sore pussy. Rita knew that Ingrid was allowed greater latitude than any other slave in the office. As such, she was pretty sure she was going to get a little rest now that Ingrid was finished with her. Then, after Mike’s blow job, she would probably be allowed to sleep. That comforting thought was shattered as Ingrid walked out the door and hollered “Next!”
Rita was kept very busy for the rest of the day and into the night. When all the other slaves were either in cages or bedded down for the night, Ingrid returned to the room where Rita was hanging. After this many hours being upside down, Rita was almost unconscious. Realizing that this would be the case, Ingrid knew she wouldn’t be able to play with Rita too hard. She sat down in the chair and pulled herself close so Rita could reach her. Rita began without being told to, and as soon as she began, Ingrid relaxed completely, allowing herself to enjoy the pleasure of Rita’s tongue. Before losing herself too deeply in the eroticism, she dreamily said to Rita, “If you do a good job for me, I will take you down and let you sleep for the night.” Rita felt very heartened when she heard the words. That turned to discouragement when Ingrid completed her thought. “I think cumming three more times will be sufficient for tonight. If you need encouragement, I will be happy to provide it.”
When it was over, Ingrid untied Rita’s hands, not so much as to be kind, but so that Rita could crawl. She made Rita crawl to her cage, then locked her in it for the night. With Rita collapsed on the floor of the cage, Ingrid looked down at her and enigmatically said, “Based on today, the next few weeks will be fun. I hope I don’t miss you too much when they are over.” With no further explanation, she went off to her bed. Let The Bitch chew on that for a while. It’ll start to worry her, wondering what’s going to happen to her.
The next morning, Ingrid woke herself early to fetch Rita. She pushed Rita into Mike’s bedroom saying “You have blow job duty this morning. Make your master happy.”
When Mike walked into his office, he had a smile on his face. “That was a good idea Ingrid. In fact, it has given me the idea for Rita’s day. Use the small ‘hard’ room. Put her on her knees with her legs pulled apart. Tie her arms pulled to the side in a wide strapadoo, make sure her mouth is about crotch height, then put a heavy metal collar on her…one of the big ones, so she has a little movement, then attach that to the ring in the floor in front of her. Put a punishment dildo in her pussy and set it so you can control it from the computer at your desk, in case she needs it. Set your screen to monitor her all day.”
“Is that all?”
“No, then,” and here his face broke into a huge grin, “put a sign in the window. Blow jobs, $5. No, on second thought, she’s good looking, make it $10.”
Ingrid’s mouth dropped, then she began laughing and clapped her hands like a child. “I love it! Positively evil. I love it!!”
Ingrid got Rita set up, put the sign in the window, and shortly thereafter had a line waiting for Rita’s services. By mid-morning, Rita was slowing down. Her jaw ached, her tongue was swollen and she was feeling full from all the cum dumped into her. That was all she had been given to eat, but it was proving to be more than enough. Ingrid noticed Rita’s lethargy and entered the commands on her keyboard to give Rita some punishment. When she hit the ‘Enter’ key, Rita jumped and the customer jumped back two feet. He had felt the shock. Ingrid didn’t realize what had happened until the customer came out before finishing, mad as hell. When he explained about getting the shock, Ingrid instantly refunded his $10, and told him to go back and finish. She also offered to finish him herself if he was nervous about continuing to use Rita. Despite her assurances that it wouldn’t happen again, he chose Ingrid.
Mike was out of the office at the time, so Ingrid had nobody to turn to, to discuss the problem of the shocks. Mike was the technical genius and Ingrid had come to rely on him for everything and anything even remotely technical in nature. After a minute, she thought of a wonderful solution. Mike, she was sure, would regret only that he hadn’t thought of it himself.
She found an appropriate remote and coded it for the receiver controlling Rita’s punishment dildo. She then modified the program to allow the dildo to be controlled by the remote, except for some high level functions she reserved for her own control. When the next customer walked up to her desk to pay for his blow job, Ingrid explained about the optional device. For an extra $50, the customer would be given the remote which would allow for up to 10 shocks at whatever level the customer chose. She hadn’t coded the remote to be able to trigger the highest levels of pain, but it would be painful enough. However, for an additional $5 each, they could buy the highest levels of pain, which she assured them, were very painful. She explained the pain levels and cautioned them to be sure to have their dicks out of her mouth when they triggered the dildo. She also stressed that it was to encourage the slave, not to punish her. She didn’t think too many men would take that to heart, but she had to say it. The option was almost as popular as Rita herself was.
Late in the morning, Ingrid realized one customer seemed to be taking a very long time with Rita, so she looked more closely at the monitor and realized that the customer was masturbating in her mouth, not getting a blow job. What the fuck…thats stupid, but if thats what he wants to pay for, thats ok. Then she noticed that he was holding his Blackberry, not the remote, and that Rita was jumping a lot. The guy’s Blackberry was connected to the receiver by a thin cable. He had figured out a way to control the receiver with his Blackberry and was torturing Rita continuously. In the few seconds she had been watching, she saw Rita jump four times. Given the length of time he had been with her, if he was keeping up the same rate, he must have delivered fifty or sixty shocks. That wasn’t all bad by itself, but the bastard was getting it for free! That had to stop. She rushed into the room and grabbed the guy, pulling him away from Rita. She told him he was done and to clear out before she called the police. Shouting ensued between them and one of the leather boys who happened to be in the building heard it and came to see what the noise was all about. The customer wisely decided to leave without further argument. But, as he was walking out of the building, he started ranting how this was a rip-off and the people on line were going to be cheated. A few of those on line walked away.
Mike had returned just moments earlier. He heard the customer leaving the building and saw some of the customers on line leave also. He called Ingrid in to explain what was going on. Naturally she had to explain about shocking the first customer, programming the remote and the rest of the story. When she was done with her story, he asked how much the remote option had taken in. She told him it was around $2,000.
Mike thought about it for a few minutes while Ingrid sat silently. Finally he spoke up. “You acted without permission and caused an uproar in the office. You might have damaged the reputation of Spellbook Slaves and Games. I have to punish you for that.” Ingrid said nothing, but nodded her head in resigned acceptance. “After the office closes, I plan to put Rita back in service for you girls.” Awww shit, I’m gonna have to service the girls too. I was really looking forward to another session or two with Rita. “Seeing how much of a problem you have caused, you are forbidden to use her services again until I say ‘when’. Now get out of here.”
About five minutes later Ingrid was just about to take a sip of her coffee when, Mike called from his office, “Ingrid?”
“Yes, sir?”
“That was $2,000 for just the remote use?”
“Yessir. Cash.” There was a pause lasting about ten seconds.
“When.”
Ingrid smirked into her coffee cup. Ah Rita, I can hardly wait, I had so much fun with you last night.
Very late that same afternoon, Shadow and his slave, Nancy, dragged themselves back into Shadow’s apartment. It had been a grueling ten day trip, but both necessary and worth it. Shadow was quite pleased with the progress the companies he had visited had shown. Each of the projects he was involved in were progressing well, and one in particular was sufficiently advanced that he had been promised that production prototypes would be delivered to him in twenty four hours. That meant that after a short period of field testing, if the field tests were satisfactory, they could be in full scale production in a matter of days. Nobody expected any problems. Also, Nancy was well along in the developmental phase of another project.
Shadow had originally bought Nancy for her programming abilities. She wrote the programs that ran the dildo trainer he had used on Rita, as well as many others. She was almost a genius at marrying software to hardware applications, such as the dildo. More recently, she had been instrumental in developing the specifications and the interface programming for the devices she was currently testing. She was so instrumental to this project’s success, Shadow had promised her emancipation if she saw it through to a successful end. Although she was paying a heavy price to achieve it, she had no intention of doing anything except her whole-hearted best to bring it to a resoundingly successful conclusion. Because along with her freedom, success could bring up to a two percent share in the fledgling company this project would become. The amount of her award would be decided by Shadow and would be determined solely on how well she did. She was very motivated to do well.
The focus of Nancy’s efforts were the chips that had been implanted in her. She had never been a beauty, but her programming abilities and general brains more than made up for that minor lack. But that lack provided the perfect opportunity for her to become the most significant test bed of the project, so she jumped at it when Shadow offered the opportunity to her. She received implants in her mouth, her pussy and both breasts. As is usual for projects such as this, secrecy is a critical element to prevent others from capitalizing on the idea and entering the market first, using cheaply made, poorly designed and tested products. They had to concoct an excuse for the extensive surgery Nancy received. The simplest explanation for the magnitude of work was that it was a major cosmetic rebuild. Enhancing her otherwise plain features made sense, since Shadow kept her as a live-in slave, and it would be expected that she be pretty. So real cosmetic surgery was performed at the time the chips were implanted. She was now quite pretty, sported very nice breasts and had a very, very tight pussy. She also had large chips and wiring attached to nerve bundles. The chips were large only because everything was still in the developmental stage. Once the final designs were completed and the chips were miniaturized to their smallest possible size, they would be only slightly larger than a pinhead. Nancy’s large chips would be removed, or remain in place, at her choice. She was thinking seriously of leaving them in, but limiting their function.
Hair-thin wires sprouted from the chips, heading off in various directions from each one. The wires carried the waveform signals to specific nerve bundles where the signal was injected into the nerve bundle via an inductive connection. That meant no cutting into the nerve bundle. The technology was virtually identical to how the US had tapped into a Soviet military undersea telephone cable at the height of the cold war.
All electrical signals produce a field around them. Unless it is specifically shielded to prevent this field from escaping, a cable will radiate this signal beyond the shell of the cable, and then it can be “listened to” by a device that can read and analyze this field. Thats what the US did to the Russians. The reverse also works. A cable immersed in an appropriate electromagnetic field will have a signal induced into it by the field. This was how the signals were being placed into the nerve bundles.
The chips fell into two distinct categories that served different functions. The first category was that of a tell-tale. Tell-tale chips were placed in her mouth and pussy. They served the identical purpose as the training dildo, except they did it from inside the slave. The chip in her mouth could detect the amount of pressure her lips and tongue were placing on a cock, as could the chip in her pussy. Her performance could be monitored on a PC, a Blackberry, or a dedicated control/readout device to be sold as part of the package of slave modification that went along with the chip implantation.
The second type of chip, and by far, the more interesting, were the R/P chips. The R/P chips (reward/punishment) were installed in her breasts and also her pussy. These were also where Nancy was focusing the majority of her efforts.
Scientists doing research on degenerative nerve diseases knew that nerve impulses could be duplicated by wave-form generators (no surprise there, that technology was almost 100 years old), but now they had some idea about what the waves looked like. Building on that knowledge, Nancy and others were creating a library of waveforms that would replicate specific types of stimulation. Once the waveform of a sensation was known, the amplitude of the wave determined if it was, for example, a soft pat or a hard slap.
Other programmers, using involuntary slave assistance were discovering the basic waveforms and obtaining a basic description of the sensation from the slaves being used for the testing. The most promising waveforms were refined in the field a bit before those programmers moved on to a new one. The best of those were chosen and that data was then sent to Nancy who would apply it to herself in low level doses to further refine the descriptions and the actual waveform. Unfortunately for Nancy, at some point she had to increase the amplitude of the waves she was testing in order to determine where each ’step’ in the levels of punishment were to be set. Some of the waveforms were excruciatingly painful, but that was the price of freedom. When this stage of development was concluded, Nancy would then make the final decisions as to which specific waveforms would be encoded in the production line chips. At the moment, they had very good analogs of the waveforms of the sensations of a kiss, a lick, a caress, a nipple tweak, a fondle, a slap, a pinch, a whip strike, burning, twisting, and a cut. They could also create unidentified pain, but its counterpart, generalized pleasure was not yielding to experimentation, despite some early hints. The hunt for ‘ice’ was proving to be very difficult. No one had reported achieving anything even remotely like it so far.
Nancy had yielded to temptation one afternoon while Shadow was supposed to be gone for hours. She used the pleasure settings on herself. He walked in on her while she was reveling in a bath of kisses on her breasts with a very strong tongue working on her pussy lips and clit. She had given herself the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced and was building toward another when he came upon her. Not surprisingly, he changed the program settings to pain and watched her shriek and writhe on the floor in agony for an hour before releasing her. Afterwards he made her document her recollections on the episode, then tested the individual segments on her again for verification. She got the message.
Both Shadow and Nancy were very tired from the trip. As most business trips are, this one was days filled with meetings, nights filled with obligatory dinners or travel to the next site. Business travel was never relaxing. Shadow ordered Nancy to do the unpacking then to do something about dinner. It would undoubtedly be pizza, seeing as how he told her that would be ok with him. He had a few things to finish from the trip while she was doing her chores. He went into his office and noticed the message light on his personal line answering machine was blinking. Four messages. Fuck it, its late enough and I really don’t feel like dealing with anything right now. I will handle these in the morning.
It was surprisingly late before the pizza was finished. Relaxing after the dinner for a few minutes, Shadow asked Nancy if she had much work to do as a result of the trip. She thought before responding, then answered, “Two or three weeks worth.”
“Then another few minutes of your time won’t matter.”
She hesitated, then ventured, “May I give it to you in bed?”
“Why in bed?”
“Because you will fall asleep after it and then I can too.” She gave him a broad smile to indicate she was teasing as well as making a serious request. She knew full well that if he ordered her to go back to work afterwards, she would, but he would probably allow her to stay in the bed with him. Also floating in the recesses of her mind was the fact that since her cosmetic surgery, he was using her more often. She hoped that by being in bed he would decide that her new, very tight pussy, had more attraction than just a blow job did.
The next morning Shadow played back his messages. He was more than a little surprised when he heard Ingrid’s voice offering Rita up for sale. She had made that call the day he had left and a follow-up call a few days later. He decided a few more hours wouldn’t make all that much of a difference, so he would stop in and speak to Mike in person later in the morning rather than doing it by phone. Plus, that way he could take Rita with him when he left.
He left his apartment an hour or so later, planning to make Spellbook his third and final stop for the outing. He was heading to his second stop when his cell phone rang. In short, it was a problem that required his personal intervention that afternoon. He did some quick figuring and realized that picking Rita up today would be a pain in the ass, but he could still conclude the deal with Mike today and pick her up tomorrow.
At that same time, Ingrid was on the phone with a National Media Group executive discussing Rita. She concluded the call and quickly went into Mike’s office. He looked up at her abrupt entry. Without preamble she began, “We have a problem with Rita.” Mike dropped his face into his hands. Not another one! This bitch is worse than that little fucker in the L’il Abner comics with the rain cloud over his head all the time. What did she do now? He looked up at Ingrid, saying, “Solve it with a whip. Whipping the responsible party usually works quite well.”
The imp on her shoulder made her smile and ask, “May I use this one?” She pointed at a riding crop laying on his desk.
“Uhhh…sure, if you want.
She picked it up, slapped it into her palm lightly and said, “Drop your pants and bend over the desk.”
“WHAT? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“It’s your fault, you get the whipping.”
“Put that fucking whip down before I decide to use it on you for insubordination, then tell me what in hell this is all about.”
“TTC monitored the video feed from the camera on Rita…like they do all of them. Some low-level producer realized what was happening with the blow jobs and made a montage of a couple of hours worth of them. He showed the tape then started running her live. It was a hit, audience level increased. This morning they immediately began running the $10 ass-fuckings you have her doing. Viewers began calling in with ideas for what they wanted her to do next. An executive heard the buzz and saw who it was. I just got off the phone with him. Rita is now a minor celebrity, he fears she will be useless for the hideous deaths idea because she is no longer ‘fresh’. He says he’s going to speak to the producer developing that idea, but. Bottom line, they are probably going to withdraw the offer. Not that there ever was a firm offer, but, well, you know. I tried to talk him into using her anyway to promote the hideous deaths show on the theory that a ‘famous’ face would be a good intro to it. He didn’t buy it. He said they might try to come up with something for us based on what you are doing with her now, but he made no promises.”
“Of course he wouldn’t. They are getting good stuff now for free, why should he pay for it? Goddammit, that woman is a walking, talking, sucking, jinx. SHIT!” He slammed his fist down on his desk in frustration. “If I stop her now in the hope of forcing TTC to pay for more, she gets off the hook and I might not get anything. If I continue her I get what little she earns but she gets worn out to the point they won’t offer anything for her. I get screwed either way.” He thought quickly. “Alright, take her down right now, cut off the ass-fucking. Lets see if we can squeeze TTC into paying something for her. If not, we can always resume this with her in a day or two.”
By the time Shadow arrived, there was nothing to indicate anything unusual had taken place.
“Hi Ingrid.”
“Heyyy, hi. Where in hell have you been? We have been calling.”
“That’s why I’m here, I got your message yesterday. I was out of town on business.”
“You’re here to see Mike about Rita, right?”
“Yup.”
“I will tell him you’re here.” With those words, Ingrid disappeared into Mike’s office and closed the door after she entered.
Mike’s attention shot up to full alert with the closed door. “Why did you close the door?”
“Guess who showed up.”
Mike just stared at her, annoyance showing on his face.
“Yeah, ok, it’s Shadow. He said he’s here to see you about Rita.”
“No shit? That’s a surprise. Good surprise, I may be able to salvage this yet. Ok, tell him I am on the phone and give me two minutes. I gotta figure how to handle this. I don’t want to lie to the guy, but I don’t want to lose this chance either. I just gotta be careful how I phrase things. Ok, out, lemme think.”
Ingrid asked Shadow to have a seat, explaining that Mike was on the phone. Shadow looked on Ingrid’s desk. No lights were lit on her phone. I suppose he could be on his cell phone. Two minutes later when Ingrid pretended to confirm that Mike was off the phone by looking at her desk phone, Shadow knew for certain he had been stalled. It’s not Mike’s style to play power games and make someone wait. That means he stalled me for a reason. What’s up?
The two men shook hands, exchanged pleasantries then got down to business. Mike began the negotiations with, “You might be too late to get Rita. When we didn’t hear back from you, I offered her to TTC. The were instantly interested for some special they are dreaming up. They floated a number of $10,000 for her.”
Shadow digested that. He’s speaking in past tense. It could just be because it happened last week, but it doesn’t sound right. Obviously they didn’t make a hard offer for her or he would have grabbed it, because thats way too much for her. Ok, whatever their discussion was, it didn’t come to fruition and it may now be falling apart. Where do we stand now? His weakness is I am sitting here with cash and he knows I am good for it, if I offer. I am a firm offer, and they are flaky or he wouldn’t be talking to me. My weakness is that I am sitting here. That is prima facia evidence that I want her. But that only hurts me seriously if he isn’t anxious to sell her. Lets see if I can do anything with that. “I was quite surprised to hear from you, I thought she was doing well for you. Why are you selling her all of a sudden?”
Shit, he smells a rat. That’s ok, I can finesse this point. “It’s far from all of a sudden. She has been a pain in the ass from before I gave her to you a few weeks ago. Thats why I gave her to you a few weeks ago. She was good for a day or two after you gave her back, but it didn’t last. It just became annoying to have to whip her every other day to keep her in line. And I hated dealing with the complaints. So I decided to see what the market on her might be, as good looking as she is, rather than continue to put up with her. Based on the TTC reaction, I should have put her on the block a long time ago.”
Sounds almost plausible. Let’s see how he handles this. “I suppose I should take some responsibility for that. I sent her back too soon. So, tell you what I’ll do. I will take her back for remedial training, no additional charge. It’s my fault to some extent, so I fix it.”
Wise-ass thinks he’s gonna put me in a corner. “Thanks, but no. Honestly, I don’t think you can do it and it’s not worth fucking around with her. Besides, if I accept that, then I can’t accept TTC.”
Sure you can! I think I just got you. Iiittts Show time! “Alright, lets stop dancing. I think your TTC offer is too flaky for you to take seriously, and I think you feel that way too. So I will give you $2,000 right now. Thats pretty top dollar for her given she is such a pain in the ass.
“Oh c’mon Shadow, that’s not even close to a fair offer for her.”
I know it isn’t. But you didn’t laugh and throw me out either. That means you want to negotiate a higher price. And THAT means the TTC crap is just that, crap, ’cause you are still negotiating. “So what do you think is fair?”
“National Media Group throws money around for the fun of it, you should know that. $10,000 is reasonable for them. But you are right, they may not come through with the whole amount, they like to get a bargain too. So lets say $8,000.
That means he’ll settle at $5,000. Maybe $4,500. I was ready to go $3,500, maybe $4,000. So thats a $500 or $1,000 premium on her. Thats insignificant, but what else can I do with her besides fucking her? I have no idea what other talents she has, and I don’t need an accountant. Unless she’s better than the one I have, that’s a possibility. Somebody said she was good at that. Was it Mike? I don’t want to run her as a whore, it’s too much trouble for only one. On the other hand, I am going to need to replace Nancy, I am going to free her the way that project is looking. So I will want someone to fuck and Rita would be great for that. She’s certainly better looking, and she’s better at it. Plus, I will need additional household slaves soon enough, so if she is a total waste otherwise, I can always use her as a maid. But she isn’t stupid, she’s gotta have some other talents or abilities. Hmmm. I guess that means a small premium for her isn’t all that bad, given her looks. I was wrong…thats my weakness, I like hot women, and she is hot, I want her. AND, I am forgetting a major point. I was going to use her sister to control her if I had to. Since she seemed to respond well to the training, I never went forward with the idea of doing anything to get her sister. I can put that back in play even if I own Rita. I could still use her the same way, as a control on Rita’s attitude. I know what Rita is capable of in bed, her sister in my chains ensures that level of performance continues. So, I get another slave for free, which means the premium disappears totally, and Rita becomes actually cheap at half the price. Thats a bit chancy, I may not get the sister, but it’s possible I will, based on what Rita told me about their relationship. Face it, it’s worth the gamble for the grand it might cost me. Wish I knew more about her sister though, what she does, what she looks like. But for free, does it really matter? I almost overlooked something else here too. Ingrid keeps asking me to whip Rita. She wants to see Rita punished and from what I gather, that sentiment is shared by everybody here, including Mike. That might give me a lever.
“Eight grand is still over the top for her and you know it. If TTC thought she was worth that much we wouldn’t be talking, she would be living in a cage in some exec’s office blowing him until they were ready to ‘off’ her. Besides, if you sold her to them, they would only kill her. Maybe she would have a nasty death, but once she’s dead, its all over. If I buy her she lives with the degradation of being a slave and gets whipped for years. Just knowing that should be worth a lot to you. Three thousand”
Mike sniggered. “Thats not worth as much as you think. I like the idea of her dying in a nasty, painful way. Seven thousand.”
“Mike, get serious, you’re not selling, you’re dreaming. I am dealing with reality here, you keep using the ridiculous ten grand as your starting point. I admit I want her, but I can get another hottie for a lot less and you know it. Maybe not as hot as her, but if I wait, I could maybe get one even hotter. You’ve seen that. I’m trying to do us both a favor. I want her, you want to get rid of her. But if you’re not going to be reasonable, there’s no point in continuing this conversation. So here it is. I was going to offer thirty five hundred, but I want to ask a favor as part of the sale, so to cover all the bases instantly, I will say four grand. Period. You say yes or no.”
Mike folded his hands across his chest, leaned back and stared at Shadow. “No.”
Shadow nodded once. “Nice seeing you again.” He got up to leave.
Mike waited until he was sure Shadow wasn’t bluffing. “Whats the favor?”
Shadow turned back to face him before answering. “I will pay immediately. Check, bank transfer, I don’t care. But legally we don’t transfer her to my ownership until I tell you to. That might not happen for a few days. Plus, I can’t take her with me right now, you will have to hold her for those few days. But I may need to borrow her during that time.”
Mike stared at Shadow for long seconds before saying, “Has anyone ever told you, you are really, really weird?”
“So many times I think I’m normal.” He turned to leave.
“That’s actually two or three favors, but write the fucking check anyway.”
As he sat to write the check he asked, “Has anyone told Rita that TTC was looking to buy her?”
“Yeah, I think Ingrid did, why?”
“Good. If she didn’t, somebody needs to, I want her to think that’s what’s going to happen with her. And not a word that you have sold her to me. To anybody. I don’t want Rita to even know I was here, ok? Can Ingrid keep it quiet?”
Mike shook his head and laughed softly. “Jesus, you are totally weird.”
It was Shadow’s turn to laugh. “See? I told you, its normal.”
Mike continued, “Yeah, she can keep it quiet if that’s what you want. Are you going to tell me why?”
“When we transfer her to my ownership on the records. Look, it’s important that she doesn’t know, ok?”
“Ok, ok, don’t get bent out of shape, she won’t find out, I guarantee it. Can I whip her while she is still here?”
“If you can put it on camera and give me a net link to watch it while it happens, then yes, that would be great. I will give you specific times that should happen. Can you do that?”
“Sure, no problem. Why do you want to watch? Are you afraid I will damage her?”
“No, I want someone else to see it, thats why it has to be at specific times, so I can set it up.”
“You are absofuckinglutely weird.”
Shadow’s business meeting that afternoon ran much longer than anyone anticipated, which led to continuing it over dinner. By the time Shadow got home, it was too late to arrange the visit he wanted to have so he settled for finding Sasha’s phone number and address. After checking it on a map, he decided it would be about a thirty minute drive. No, twenty, he had a Ferrari.
The next day Shadow called, twice. Once in the morning, then again in the afternoon. He got her answering machine both times. That was expected, she would be at work. He tried again around six thirty and got an answer. “Ms. Sasha Fairfield?”
“Yes.”
“Ms. Fairfield, my name is Mr. Shadow and I am calling about your sister, Rita. You can do her an enormous service, but it is something that must be discussed in person. It is quite urgent. For her sake I request that we meet as soon as possible. Tonight if you can.”
Sasha interrupted, “Is this some kind of sick joke? My sister was viciously enslaved a few months ago, what can I do for her?”
“I know Rita and I know something important about her future. That is why I am calling, I can influence her future. But I stress, I need to speak with you in person. I will not do this over the phone.”
Sasha was stunned by what she was hearing. She had all but given her sister up for dead, knowing she would never see her again and fearing deeply that she was being tortured mercilessly. Her worst fear was that she would one day hear that Rita was on The Torture Channel. She knew word would get back to her if that happened, because some of her acquaintances (she wouldn’t call those people friends), actually watched that channel, and they knew Rita. Her mind was in a turmoil. This man said he knew Rita. How? What could he tell her about Rita? He claimed that he could actually influence her future. Was that good or bad? Who was he anyway? Would it be safe to meet him? Would meeting him help or hurt Rita? He said it would help, but could he be trusted? A thousand questions and conflicting thoughts flashed through her mind as she held the phone tightly, desperate for news and wanting to help Rita if she possibly could, but terrified to accept this invitation to meet.
The silence hung heavily as Sasha struggled with her desires and fears. Finally Shadow broke the silence, speaking softly. “I realize this must be terribly difficult for you. You have no idea who I am or even that this isn’t a joke of some kind. I can offer no proof over the phone. What I am about to say will make this no easier for you either. If we meet, and I beg you that we do and do so tonight, I suggest you be alone. We should meet in a quiet place that will provide you with privacy. I fully realize those are precisely the conditions in which you will be most vulnerable if I have evil intentions. Still, I will meet you when and where you wish, under any conditions you feel are necessary to impose. If you know a cop, ask if you can borrow an interrogation room in the station house for an hour, I don’t care. You will understand why I say these things once we have met.” At that, he ceased speaking and allowed Sasha time to think.
She abruptly asked, “Are you listed in the phone book?”
“Yes. The spelling of my name is as you expect. S-h-a-d-o-w.”
“I will call you back.” Without waiting, she hung up, then stared at the phone. After a few minutes she roused herself into action, beginning with opening her computer. When she was finished with that, she called a friend, spoke with him for a few minutes, got the agreement she needed, and then went to knock on her next-door neighbor’s door. In all, about fifteen minutes had elapsed when she took a deep breath and dialed Shadow’s number.
“Hello.”
“You live in a very expensive apartment.”
“How nice to hear from you again. Yes, I do, would you care to have our meeting here?”
“No, I have made security arrangements for myself here. Can you be here at nine?”
“I can.”
“I will see you then.” With that, she hung up and began to implement her safety arrangements.
Shadow began his own arrangements.
“Spellbook Slaves, how may I help you?”
“You can give Rita a whipping for me.”
“How delightful!! Is there anything else or may I get right to it?”
“Seriously Ingrid, I want you to whip Rita tonight.”
“What makes you think I wasn’t serious?”
“Has Mike explained about my request? The internet and camera hookup?”
“Yes, it’s all set.” She rattled off the internet address, which Shadow dutifully wrote down.
“I will test that as soon as we hang up. Please begin whipping Rita around nine fifteen or nine twenty.”
“Oh pooh, I have to wait that long?”
“Yes, I am afraid so. Do you have audio as well as video?”
“Yes.”
“Will it be you doing the whipping?”
“Yes, Mike said I could, if it’s ok with you.”
“Excellent. In that case, say something to her about her going to TTC, ok?”
“Yessir.”
“Don’t make it a truly horrible whipping. Not tonight anyway. Maybe we will need to to that another night, but not yet. In fact, if you want to whip her to encourage her performance, do that.”
“You mean I can have her service me tonight, on camera?”
“Yup.”
“Ohhhh, and to think I used to like you.” Silence. “Now I think I love you.”
Shadow laughed. “Have fun Ingrid. And don’t mention my name to Rita tonight.”
“Now why does Mike think you’re weird? I think I owe you a blow job for this.” In a very coy tone of voice she said “Bye, Sir Shadow.”
Shadow knocked on Sasha’s door shortly before nine. He heard her voice call to him, “Come in, the door is unlocked.” He entered a modest sized apartment and was instantly struck by the decor. It was very, very tastefully furnished with blue being the predominant color. The furnishings were clearly chosen for quality and overall, the apartment exhibited exquisite taste.
He was next struck by the vision of the woman standing by a chair at the far end of the living room. She was even more exquisite. She stood about five-five or six in Shadow’s estimation, with the heels she was wearing making her look much taller. He was terrible at estimating weight, but that was immaterial. If she weighed three hundred, she still looked incredible. She was beautifully slender, with narrow hips and a slender, tight ass. She looked athletic because every inch of skin that he could see (which wasn’t near enough) was tight and toned. The clothing she wore was modest, the skirt just above her knees and a high necked, short sleeve blouse. A heavy overcoat would have had difficulty hiding her breasts, and the blouse did absolutely nothing in that regard. It was hard to say at first glance, but Shadow had the distinct impression that even though she was overall smaller than Rita, her breasts were larger. The only failing he could detect was that her hair, blonde, was cut too short. Being a long hair fan, that conclusion on his part was almost inevitable.
She was heart-stoppingly pretty. Rita was sexy, and pretty. Sasha was flat-out beautiful. Despite her slender physique, she seemed to pack more curves onto her frame than any woman he could recall. The only thought that kept recurring in his mind was to wonder why he had never seen her on stage or screen or on the cover of a magazine. Or a centerfold.
He closed the door behind him and started to walk over to her. She stepped away from the chair slightly and motioned for him to sit in it. As soon as he did so, she quickly moved away from him and moved to the center of the room. Only then did she begin speaking to him.
“You said you would accept any conditions I cared to impose. Here they are. You will not leave that chair until I tell you to. You are on camera,” as she said that, she turned slightly and pointed to a web cam that was focused on him, showing him where it was. “If either you or I are not in that camera’s view every instant you are here, my friends in the next apartment will come racing in here. You noticed the front door is unlocked. If they find need to do that, it is not expected you will survive the encounter. I have made myself as safe as I possibly can, and I have met, what appear to be, your very unreasonable requirements. Now, what is so critical that we had to meet tonight, in person. This had better be good.”
“Ms. Fairfield, I must say I am very impressed. This shows amazing ingenuity and resourcefulness. I mean that sincerely.”
“I am not interested in hearing your compliments,” she said with more than a hint of hostility, “and I am not in the mood to chit-chat.”
“Very understandable. Then excuse me for being abrupt, but I won’t waste your time by trying to present this gently.” He paused, but she only stared at him.
“Your sister is going to be sold to The Torture Channel.”
That hit her like a blow to her stomach. A sob escaped from her as she clutched her throat and a tear rolled down one cheek. She stumbled backwards, reaching for a chair that was in front of a desk, then sat heavily into it. She collected herself admirably quickly, and jumped on Shadow’s words.
“You said ‘going to be’, so it hasn’t happened yet. If she is being sold, I want to buy her. You seem to know what’s going on, who do I speak to to buy her? You? Do you own her? I don’t care what the price is.”
“The short answer is yes, you speak to me. I can arrange that she will not be sold to them. Her ownership is registered to Spellbook Slaves. You can check that on line at the National Slave Registry. The price might be more than you expect. It is very steep.”
“If you don’t own her, how can you control what happens to her? How do I know this isn’t just a scam to get me to hand money over to you? If it isn’t a scam, then why is her price, as you said, ‘very steep’? Slaves generally go for no more than three or four thousand. Do you work for Spellbook Slaves? Do you represent them? How do you know she is going to be sold to TTC?”
Shadow threw up his hands in mock surrender, laughing lightly. “Whoa. Slow down. So many questions, you sound like a lawyer.”
“I am a lawyer, now answer my questions.”
“I am not employed by Spellbook, nor do I represent them. I have contacts all over the industry. I am a slaver, by the way, I hold a Federal Slavers license. That is not my business, but I have found it useful to have the license. Her price is high because you are bidding against the TTC and they have a lot of money. How I came by this specific knowledge is not something I am prepared to divulge. It wouldn’t mean anything to you even if I did, but it means a lot to me to protect my sources, especially when leaking knowledge about them could seriously hurt them. People that know me know that I am worthy of their trust. You don’t know me, you can make no judgment about that or of me.”
“So far you haven’t said anything that you couldn’t have said over the phone. I am rapidly running out of patience listening to your unsupported allegations of special knowledge or position.”
“I thought we might get to a point like this. Understand, Rita is not under my control. I only know things. Including, as it happens, things about her and her future. For instance, I know that she is punished every night around this time. Her punishments are viewed by…ahh…certain highly placed persons within the TTC hierarchy. I know the private web address they use for this purpose. And, before you ask, no, I do not work for or represent TTC. I came here prepared to allow you to watch this tonight, if you wish to see it. I will not provide the access information to you in any format that you can recall it on your own, that is why I would not give it to you over the phone. I will enter it on my laptop here and you can watch it. If you think I have loaded a recording of some kind, I will enter the URL into your computer, however, if I do that, I will insist on clearing your memory files to wipe that address. This point is not open to discussion.”
“Use your laptop,” she said with a note of disgust in her voice.
Shadow booted his computer, got the picture then deleted the URL from the address bar. Nothing like a little melodrama to add spice to one’s evening. Even if it is bullshit, but she doesn’t need to know that. He glanced at the clock on the screen. Nine-twelve. He placed the computer on the floor, turned so she could see the screen. The screen showed an empty room. Neither one said anything while waiting for something to happen on the screen. By nine-eighteen, Shadow was becoming nervous. Ingrid, if you fuck this up, I will buy you, shove a handful of fire ants up your pussy, sew it shut and watch while the ants find another way out of you. Sasha was becoming visibly impatient. Before she said anything, Shadow ostentatiously looked at his watch then said, “Lets give this another five or ten minutes. If nothing happens by then and if you are out of patience, I will offer my abject apologies and you will never hear from me again.” Sasha glared at him but said nothing.
Shadow refused to keep looking at his watch, but he thought it was actually past nine thirty when the tiny speaker in the pc came to life. It was the sound of a door opening and closing. Ingrid stepped into the camera’s field of view. The camera was mounted next to the ceiling in a corner. It showed the back of Ingrid’s head. Ingrid spoke. “Come here bitch.”
Rita moved slowly into view, moving in from the top of the screen. She had been in the room all along, but out of viewing range. She was naked, wearing a heavy metal collar around her neck, with a heavy chain attached to it leading back toward the corner she had been in. Her hands and arms were free, but Ingrid produced a length of rope. She ordered Rita to turn around and began tying her arms together behind her back.
With Rita now helpless, Ingrid found a riding crop and began to walk slowly around Rita. Rita knew what was coming, and could only hang her head, bracing herself against the pain she would soon receive. Ingrid began with a short backhand that landed on her ass. Rita jerked, but contained herself. Disappointed with the lack of response, Ingrid continued with a series of forehand hits, all on her ass. Rita tried to hold still but was unable to. She began moving forward with each hit until the chain was taut and she could move no further away. Ingrid kept whipping her, saying nothing. Finally Rita gave up and began begging. “Please mistress Ingrid, please stop. I have been a good slave today, I have done everything anybody asked me to do. Please don’t whip me any more.” The tears followed. Unmoved, Ingrid simply said, “Spread your legs.” For her compliance, Rita received a lash on her pussy. She yelped loudly in pain. She happened to be standing in a very good position when that happened. The stroke to her pussy was clearly displayed by the camera, as was the anguish on her face. Sasha sat frozen in horror, watching her sister receive an impersonal whipping for no apparent reason.
Ingrid then moved to stand in front of her victim. Rita had her eyes closed so she never saw the next one coming. It landed on her right breast, on the line that was still visible from the whipping Shadow had given her. Rita spun away from the pain. Ingrid shrieked at her. “Did I give you permission to move, slave? Get back here and don’t you dare move until I tell you to. Do you think those nice folks at TTC will put up with that kind of disobedience? If you do that shit to them, they will torture twice as long before they snuff you.” She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper and concluded by saying, “I hear rumors that they are dreaming up particularly nasty ways to kill you and a few others, in some kind of special they are going to do. I will miss having you here to play with, but I will watch every second of that special with joy in my heart.” Rita slowly forced herself to resume the leg-spread position directly in front of Ingrid. Ingrid slowly and methodically whipped each of Rita’s breasts, giving each one ten lashes. Rita was crying uncontrollably when it was over.
Ingrid, I apologize for thinking poorly of you. This is fantastic. I owe you one.
When she was finished whipping Rita’s tits, she hunted around and found a set of leather belts with some sort of webbing attached. She began by placing the piece of webbing on Rita’s head. The webbing covered the back of her head, and there were buckles at various points on the webbing, toward her face. When it was buckled onto Rita’s head, Ingrid then took a belt with straps hanging off it and buckled it around her waist. The straps hung free. She ordered Rita to kneel in front of her. With Rita on her knees, Ingrid stepped toward Rita, moving so Rita’s face was in her crotch. She then took the straps that were hanging from her belt and began connecting them to the buckles on Rita’s head-webbing. When they were all connected, she pulled each one tight and fastened it, except for one. That one was connected to the belt at the small of Ingrid’s back and ran under her ass to a point under Rita’s chin. When all the other straps were quite snug, Ingrid took the final one in her hand, pulled it slightly tight, then without warning stepped into Rita, pulling the final strap very tight. That action completed the process of pressing Rita’s mouth tightly against Ingrid’s pussy.
With Rita trapped tightly against her, Ingrid moved toward the chair in the room. Rita had no choice but to follow on her knees. Ingrid went as quickly as she could, dragging Rita with her. The floor was hard on Rita’s knees, but Ingrid figured this was part of the whipping, so Rita had to endure whatever she felt like dishing out. Rita’s yelps of pain were audible, but very muffled. When Ingrid reached the chair she sought, she positioned herself comfortably and allowed Rita time to settle herself as best the could, given the position she was in. The chair was pretty much out of the camera’s range, but Rita’s legs and ass were still visible. Regardless, it was not necessary for Sasha to see Ingrid to know what was going on.
Ingrid wielded the whip again, striking Rita’s exposed ass as forcefully as she could, which wasn’t very forceful, but by this time, Rita didn’t need much more encouragement. Ingrid’s command was clearly audible, “Get that tongue in motion Bitch, I am in the mood to cum a few times and this whip will see to it that I do.”
Sasha’s eyes were as wide as they could get, glistening with withheld tears. She had her hand over her mouth in an unconscious gesture, while trying to deny the truth of what she was seeing.
Shadow quietly, almost compassionately, asked “Have you seen enough?” Sasha mutely nodded. As he bent down to retrieve his laptop, Ingrid’s voice came from the speaker again. Sasha,’s eyes were pulled back to the screen by the sound of Ingrid exulting, “Yeeeehaaaa!! You are doing good Bitch, harder!, faster!” Shadow did not move quickly enough to turn his computer off to prevent Sasha from seeing the crop descend on Rita’s ass four or five more times. She knew from the way Rita jerked each time, they were not delivered softly.
Shadow allowed Sasha time to collect herself, sitting silently, waiting for her to speak first. In a very small voice she said, “I now understand why you insisted on a quiet, private place to meet. Thank you for that.” Shadow bowed his head slightly, in mute acknowledgment of her acquiescence. He continued to remain silent, allowing Sasha time to think and not force her into precipitous action or decisions. She finally gathered her resources enough to move. She went to her own computer, enabled the microphone, moved the camera away from Shadow pointed it at herself and spoke into the mike. “It’s ok, I am going to turn this off. I was mistaken thinking I would need your protection, he has brought me very private news. I will speak to you tomorrow. Thank you for your help tonight.” Her voice shook slightly as she bid her protectors to leave her alone with this stranger. She hoped they would not intrude asking questions.
She wiped her eyes, then returned her attention to Shadow. “I know you said this would be expensive, but I don’t care, I will pay it. I intend to purchase my sister. What is the price?”
Shadow looked at her and quietly said one word. “You.”
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Next episode: Sasha’s Choice: Chapter 1 Mar 2006
