Chapter 7

Night was falling when we arrived at the security gates that marked the entrance to Kim's and my half-brother's business premises. These comprised an old warehouse sitting on a rocky peninsula at the shallow end of the harbor, a jetty just big enough to take a small vessel and an antique diesel driven crane. From the outside the lot seemed old and dilapidated. Inside was a different story.

We entered the warehouse through electronically controlled steel doors. The well-lit ground floor was half full of crates; strange looking, big, wooden carvings and great lumps of stone. The rest of the space contained at least six automobiles. I noticed a police car and a taxi before Kim had me open the trunk and help our terrified captives out of the car and onto their feet.

We were met by a bulky dark skinned man wearing a fez. 'Turk, meet Sebastian, Conrad's brother, ' said Kim.

Turk grunted.

'These are the hitch-hikers I phoned you about, ' Kim said, indicating the bound, gagged and naked pair. 'We'll put them in Cell Two. The girl's a natural but her brother is a bit inhibited. You can work on him tonight. No rough stuff mind.'

'Nice!' drooled Turk not at all surprised that Kim and I had abducted and raped a couple of tourists. He stroked Hans' buttocks as he ushered the duo into an elevator hidden behind a stack of boxes. Turk held the door open for Kim, before pressing a code into a numerical pad which operated the lift.

Kim explained that the middle floor was mainly offices, storerooms and staff quarters. The top floor contained Conrad's and her apartment, a gymnasium, a 25 yard small arms range and - our immediate destination - the 'cell bock'.

The cell-block was a group of five sound-proofed, windowless, rooms off a short corridor behind the gym. Hans and Greta were put in Cell Number Two. I saw one of the rooms was equipped with a about twelve closed circuit TV monitors which showed only one other cell was occupied. This by a woman, dressed only in her underwear.

That's the debtor's wife I told you about, Sebastian, ' Kim said. Tomorrow we'll start to persuade her to tell us where her husband has gone. You can try to fuck the truth out of her!'

I slept soundly that night in my own comfortable room on the top floor and had breakfast with Kim on a verandah overlooking the harbor. I was keen to start my duties - what I had seen the night before on the TV monitor had whetted my appetite - but had to wait until Kim was ready.

'She is a very small woman, ' said my sister-in-law, smiling, 'Quite dainty. But she's tough. British aristocracy. Married for money. Sadly the money wasn't her husband's. He was a banker for the people who have employed me - us - to recover the bulk of what he has taken. I don't think she'll tell us where he is, but if she's sufficiently humiliated I think she will lead us to him when released.'

'And my job, ' I chorused, 'Is to fuck her witless?' Kim smiled and nodded.

'But, Sebastian, beat the shit out of the stuck up little bitch first, eh?'

I entered the cell naked, carrying a small bamboo cane and two items which I put on the shelf above the prisoner's cot. Lady Felicity was chained by the neck to a ring-bolt above the cot. Her prisoner's coverall was undone to reveal that she was still wearing the expensive lingerie in which she had been taken. She gave me an icy glare and gestured with her hand.

'Is that meant to frighten me, little man?' she sneered. 'I warn you, I bite and scratch!'

'You also talk too much, ' I replied. 'Please remove your shirt.'

She laughed. 'My! How polite! I'll bet your Nanny is very proud of your good manners. No, I won't! And kindly tell that chinky cow I want my clothes returned this instant!'

I stepped across the cell and slapped her hard across the face. She was a head and shoulders shorter than me and the blow startled and stunned her. I removed the blue prison coverall while she recovered her wits.

'Get your kicks out of hitting defenseless women, do you?' she hissed. 'What next? You fuck me? Well, I'm no virgin - go ahead!'

'Oh, I'll fuck you alright, ' I said, 'but first you'll have to ask me politely... like your Nanny taught you.'

She regarded me with a mixture of surprise and loathing. 'I am not likely to ask you to do anything of the sort!' she said.

'In that case, ' I replied, 'I'm going to treat you as a disobedient and recalcitrant little girl. Just like your Nanny did.'

'Don't be preposterous -- ' began Lady Felicity but I had her by the neck and was forcing her head down.

'Touch your toes!' I demanded, I'm going to give your arse a flogging that you'll never forget!'

Lady Felicity (not her real name) struggled but to no avail. With the chain drawn tight between her neck and knee, and secured with a turn around her left leg, she presented a sweet target. Firm muscular cheeks framed the black-lace clad bulge of her mons veneris, which I felt to see whether she showed any signs of sexual arousal. She did not, but my gentle touch sparked another torrent of abuse. 'Damn your eyes, you ignorant peasant, have you never had a woman before? You thick, clumsy boy... ' I gave her buttocks a preliminary cut with the cane and she shut up.

'I've had one or two, your ladyship, ' I said, 'and I've also had some experience with butt-warmers.' I gave her a harder cut. She stayed quiet.

'The first woman whose knickers I removed by force was my English Mistress, ' I said, whacking the noble lady's tail again.

'Of course, it was easier with a riding crop, ' I said hitting harder, 'and probably less painful for her.' I began to get into a rhythm landing a blow every ten seconds or so. I tried to make each stroke a little bit harder than the one before.

She was tough. Red weals started to mark the pink smoothness of her upper class bum. At last she began to flinch before the cane landed, anticipating the pain. I sensed victory.

'I used a belt on the next - until she asked me - Oh! so nicely - to fuck her. Just as you... are... going... to... do!' I finished with a flurry of really hard slashes that parted the thin fabric of her panties and exposed her cunt to the bamboo.

'N... No!' she gasped and tried to protect her exposed sex with her hands.

'Naughty!' I remonstrated and flicked the tip of her left tit with the cane. The next five strokes were directed below the curve of my lady's tush and striped her labia major. She was jerking uncontrollably and beginning to sob each time the cane marked her flesh.

I tugged at her bra to expose more breast meat and alternated between hitting her arse and aiming for her nipples.

'No! No! No!' she screamed at last, 'For God's sake stop it, you barbarous little monster. I'll let you screw me!'

'That's not what I want to hear, ' I informed her and, drawing back my arm to its fullest extent I hit her as hard as I could along the line of her twat.

Lady Felicity screamed.

'I hope I've done no permanent damage, ' I said.

She burst into tears, 'Fuck me!' she sobbed, 'Fuck me --Please!'

If she thought I would be satisfied with such a curt request, Lady Felicity was mistaken.

'Good!' I said, 'But not -- really -- good -- e... fucking -- nuff!' I gave her a savage cut after each word then I laid into her with gusto.

I beat the sobbing woman to the ground. I ripped off what little material remained of her lace panties and made her discard her bra. Her stockings laddered as she scrabbled away on her knees to avoid the slashing bamboo rod. After about five minutes of this treatment I paused. My dick was now fully erect in anticipation of the rape I was about to commit. I looked down on my nearly naked victim and smiled.

'Let's try that again, Shall we, Lady Felicity?' I asked.

She was almost hysterical with the pain but had enough nous to realize what she must do to postpone further punishment.

'Please, please, M... Master... '

'Let's settle for "Sebastian", ' I said magnanimously. 'A woman of your exalted rank shouldn't have to call a teenager "Master".

'Please, Sebastian, ' she corrected, 'Please, fuck me!'

I frowned. Lady Felicity started to gabble.

'I really want you to fuck me, Sebastian! Any way you want! Don't hit me any more... ' She shuffled forward on her knees and threw her arms around my thighs. Her upturned, tear-stained, face was just below my throbbing prick. I think it was the first time she registered what she was asking for. I am abnormally well endowed.

'Oh!' she said.

I dragged the kneeling woman to her feet and spun her around.

'Bend down. Touch your toes!' I commanded. 'Spread your legs wide!'

She must have thought that I was about to thrash her again because she began to howl in protest. She didn't stop the noise until I forced the head of my penis between her battered cunt lips and began to push hard into her trembling body.

'Aren't you going to thank me?' I growled. 'I'm doing what you begged me to!'

The Lady realized her mistake and she tried to pretend to enjoy being raped. 'Thank you -- thank you, Sebastian!' she screamed. But her pussy had taken a pounding and every thrust of my cock caused her more pain than she could easily bear. She passed out just before I reached my climax.

When the diminutive blue-blood recovered her senses her treatment continued, as instructed by Kim. I sat on the bunk and made Felicity crouch between my knees. My cock dribbled the tail end of the recent orgasm down the woman's flanks. She was not comfortable.

I reached between her legs and smeared her puffy cunt lips with some of the excess juices which were trickling from between them. I rubbed them vigorously with, first one, then two fingers.

Lady Felicity squirmed under the probing. She gave a number of little yelps when I pressed too hard on the sore places and welts raised by the caning she had endured.

'Does your husband do this?' I asked, suddenly poking three fingers into her sticky pussy.

'No!' she shouted and began to weep as the fingers probed deeper...

'Ah!' I said pretending to misunderstand her. 'So what does he do? Does he fuck you up the arse?'

'No!' she said and it was clear from the fear in her eyes that she knew where this conversation was heading.

'What, never?'

'Never, ' she whispered.

'So you're an anal "virgin", so to speak?' She nodded. 'Not for much longer, ' I snarled. 'I'm going to ream your tight little ring until you'll wonder if you'll ever be able to squat again.'

Lady Felicity's eyes filled with tears. She could feel my dick starting to harden again and, naked and chained as she was, she could do nothing to avoid being buggered.

'Unless you tell us where to find your absent bed-mate?' I offered, knowing she would not. From the shelf I took down a catalogue which Kim had provided. 'Which one of these would your Ladyship prefer?' I said, doing a fair imitation of a butler.

'Wha -- what are they?' she quavered.

'Ass Bustahs, Modom. The tip is a stiff, generally cylindrical, penetrator, lubricated to facilitate trouble-free insertion into the anus. The shafts are all different, bein' adorned with knobs and rings and the like. Or perhaps your Ladyship would like it raw?

My victim sobbed, 'Please -- No... Sebastian!'