“Please...” was all she could get out.
Nigel looked around again then knelt to be closer to Donna’s face. “I was trying to find Jan because I want to talk to her. I’m afraid I was a bit of a cad in the way I treated her. And the twins. And you, for that matter. It’s just that she’s so beautiful and I can’t resist taking her to bed. And keeping her tied up. And occasionally whipping her bottom. You understand, I’m sure. But your conking me on the head with the champagne bottle... Well, that sort of evens things up, I think. Well, I just wanted to apologize to Jan and see if she would forgive me.”
Nigel seemed embarrassed. Suddenly he stood up. “Got to see what I can do. You stay here.” And he was gone.
Donna stared at the retreating form of Nigel Bransome with a spark of hope filling her heart for the first time in days. Maybe Nigel would get her and Jan out of this awful place. She laid her cheek down on the rough concrete and hoped with all her might that Nigel would come through.
It was a long time before Nigel came back and in those long, long minutes, Donna’s hope began to flicker. It begin to seem to her as if her only hope had gone away and she was again doomed to a lifetime of punishments all day and having to serve her mistress in terrible ways at night. As her breasts hurt from being pushed into the sharp little rocks, the captive naked girl wanted to cry.
Nigel came jauntily walking up to her, tossing up and down in his hand a tiny key. Donna’s heart leaped. It was the handcuff key! In a matter of seconds all four handcuffs had released their grip on the nude girl and Nigel was helping her to her feet. All across the front of her from feet to face was a random pattern of red marks caused by the small stones set into the concrete. Especially hard hit were her breasts where each had at least a dozen such marks.
“Don’t worry,” said Donna, “they’ll fade away. I’ve had this done to me before.” Then she threw her arms around Nigel, arms that hadn’t been free for more an a few seconds for such a long time, and she kissed him hard.
“Whoa, girl! No time for that right now. Although it is tempting to try it right here on this square. You might wiggle real nice if you were lying on your back on those sharp stones while I screwed you.” He smiled at the surprise in her eyes.
“Yes, Nigel. If that’s what you want.” She was so glad at the prospect of freedom that she was willing to do about anything this man wanted.
It was his turn to look surprised. “Well... Maybe another time. Probably hurt my knees anyway. Come on, I’ve got something to show you.”
He led the naked and very happy girl back into the house and downstairs to one of the dungeons. “I found her watching a soap opera,” he told Donna as he held open the door for Donna. “It was easy to capture her.” Donna entered the room to find a naked Julie suspended from the ceiling by her wrists. The naked black girl looked rather uncomfortable, especially when she saw her former prisoner coming in and completely free of restraints.
“Donna, tell this madman that he can’t just come in here and do as he pleases,” she protested. “And let me down.”
Donna shrugged her shoulders to tell the black girl that she had no power over Nigel.
“I thought it best to string her up where she’d be out of the way. I’ve gotten her to tell me that Margaret is away and won’t be back until this evening. Now maybe we can make her tell us where Jan is, eh?”
Donna was of mixed emotions. True, Julie had bound her up in many painfully tight positions. And she had been the one who dunked her and Jan each, morning to clean them, a rather unpleasant experience, all things considered. But Donna really felt no hatred for the very pretty black girl, who Donna could now see had a rather nice body, also. But should she try to talk Nigel out of hurting Julie? The poor girl had only been obeying her mistress’ orders, after all.
Nigel picked a riding crop from the assorted instruments of torture along one wall and swished the air a couple of time as she walked over to where Julie hung in apprehension.
“Jan’s in a room three door down,” Julie quickly said. “I ain’t gonna suffer for no use.” She eyed that riding crop fearfully.
Nigel sighed, looked at the riding crop, at Julie’s nice firm bottom, then sighed again. “Pity!” He tossed away the riding crop. “I usually prefer the white meat, but in this case...” He took Donna by the hand and pulled her from the room.
“Couldn’t we let Julie down?” Donna asked. “It’s hurting her to hang by her wrists, you know.”
“Yes, I know. Undoubtedly she deserves it. One, two, three, this should be the door.”
At first neither of them could see anything for there were no lights on and the room had no window. As Nigel felt one wall for a switch, they could both hear a soft moaning coming from somewhere in front of them in the darkness. Suddenly there was a click and a scene of torture sprang into view before their startled eyes.
Jan had been impaled upon a shaft sticking right out of the floor. The rod was made of some metal and was about two inches thick. At the upper end both could see that the rod turned into a steel dildo, like one of the rubber ones but solid. It was also a pretty wide beast and evidently rather long because not all of it was up inside poor Jan. The girl was straddling the rod with only her toes touching the floor, and obviously most of her weight upon the dildo inside her. Her arms were bound behind her back with the hands crossed and pulled high up on the back then tied to a leather collar around her neck. A leather discipline hood had been placed on her head and laced down tight, and, from the sounds emitting through the leather, she had first been gagged with something that filled her mouth.
Donna shuddered as she thought of what it must have been like for Jan to be secured like this every since early morning. She was impaled on that steel shaft, her arms tied so they were hurting, Donna knew that from experience, and her whole head was encased in tight leather. She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear anything in that room by herself, and certainly couldn’t step off that steel dildo,
“Talk about getting the shaft,” Nigel whispered. Donna hurried to Jan’s side and began fumbling with the ropes that held her hands to her neck. “Let me,” said Nigel, stepping in with a knife and quickly cutting the cords. While he removed the rest of the ropes from around her wrists and eased her arms down from the bent up position they had been tied in, Donna busily unbuckled then unlaced the discipline hood. When she pulled it off she was anguished by what she saw. Jan’s hair was wet and sticking to her scalp. Her eyes were closed against the light and her mouth was filled with something Donna could not identify. But it was held in place with a single strap around her head and that Donna unbuckled. When she pulled the wad from Jan’s mouth and let it fall to the floor she was amazed to find it was about half a dozen pairs of ladies panties rolled up into a mass. Since neither she nor Jan wore panties around this place, she had a suspicion that the owner of those panties was Margaret and that they were not fresh from a package.
With Nigel’s help they lifted Donna from the steel prong. It seemed like forever that they lifted and more and more of the steel beast became visible as it slid slowly from the girl’s sheath. Finally, with a plopping noise, it left it’s temporary home and Jan could be put on her feet. But the naked girl could not stand and had to be helped with a firm hand from Nigel. As they left the room, Donna looked back at the huge steel phallus glistening with Jan’s secretions and shuddered.
They put Jan on a couch in a lounge upstairs and Donna hurried to find some water for her to drink. When she returned, her mistress was leaning against Nigel’s shoulder and crying.
“It was SO huge,” she keep saying, over and over. “It hurt. I couldn’t get it out. It was so big.”
Nigel didn’t say anything, instinctively knowing that the best thing to do was let her sob out her pain. It was more than ten minutes before her tears dried and she began to become more herself. Only then did she seem to realize that she was no longer bound or chained. She looked at her wrists with the deep red marks from the ropes and almost started to cry again.