Fresh Meat

Victoria stared furiously at the jugular vein of the smartly dressed man sitting on the opposite side of the conference table.

“I’m sorry, Mrs McCarthy, the preliminary offer is closed,” he shrugged apologetically but made no sign of being intimidated by Victoria’s scowl.

“It seemed fine two weeks ago when we last discussed it,” Victoria bit off her words. She could sense the lucrative deal she had carefully lined up slipping through her fingers.

“Demand was high. The offer closed early.”

Victoria was unwilling to let go that easily. “You knew I was interested; didn’t you try to contact me?”

“We did. On multiple occasions.” The corporate drone sat back as if the negotiation was over, and all that was left was to deal with the trivial loose ends. “It would seem that whatever you’ve been doing over the last week or so has been so all-consuming that none of our messages got through.”

Victoria thought of Angie, safely imprisoned at home under Janik’s watchful eye and the effort she had gone to secure her. “But, surely,” She began to protest.

“I’m afraid there’s nothing more to be done. Good day.” He rose smoothly and left. Victoria stared out over the cityscape below from the glass walls of the room set high on the corner of a tall office building. She had lost out on an opportunity to buy stocks at an extremely preferential rate. Although she hadn’t lost money as such, she had lost potential earnings and that angered her. In her world, she had to keep pushing to grow her assets; otherwise, they would atrophy, and she would be penniless.

Victoria thought about the time and money she had spent on acquiring Angie. It had been a pet project, which had ultimately proven to be very rewarding, although she was not sure that she was willing to repeat the effort any time soon. At least now she could go home and have the girl earn her keep.

Victoria consoled herself that now her anger and frustration could have an outlet. She imagined the girl beneath her, restrained, gagged, squirming under her complete control, helpless, subject to her whims. Unconsciously, a hand slipped to her breast and began to stroke. Yes, she would enjoy making the girl repay her for this lost opportunity.

Returning to herself, Victoria withdrew her hand and left quickly. She wanted to get home. She wanted to use her newest toy to soothe her anger before she moved on to tie up loose ends from its acquisition.

Angie frowned at the door. The lock had clicked, but Mary had already taken away the dinner tray, so no further visits were expected. The door swung open; the crewcut giant standing at the threshold. Angie froze in fear.

“You, come with me,” he clumsily enunciated.

Angie didn’t move, caught between fight and flight. Janik stepped into the room and produced a black plastic box with two metal prongs.

“Mrs McCarthy is on her way. She want you prepared. You come with me, or I make trouble.” As if to illustrate his point, he pushed a button on the box, and lightning appeared between the metal prongs.

Angie was scared, but she realised she was more afraid of what Janik might do if she didn’t cooperate than what Victoria might do when she arrived. Nervously, she moved towards the door, still barefoot and clad in Lycra.

Janik stepped back out into the corridor to allow her to exit. Angie flinched as he placed a firm hand on her shoulder.

“You no run, or I make trouble. That way,” he gestured down the corridor with the taser.

Angie walked slowly so as not to give any impression that she was trying to get away from him. The corridors were ill-lit, given the gloom outside and dark wooden panels adorning the walls. Her memory of the house layout was hazy, having been given the tour under the influence of alcohol. They went down two flights of stairs to a room which must have been below ground level. Angie had a vague memory of being there before, but it wasn’t until the door swung open via another thumb lock that she remembered fully.

Victoria had referred to it as the 'playroom'. The concept had been far more enjoyable when Angie was Victoria’s willing consort, but now it filled her with dread. With no windows and Angie’s eyes not used to the lack of light, it was difficult to see the room's contents in detail.

“What are you going to do?” Angie stuttered, trying to look, but not look, at all of the potential torments the room implied.

“I tell you. I said, Mrs McCarthy is on her way. She order me to make you ready for her.” His words were a dull rumble but implied so much for Angie to fear.

“Prepare me?” Angie asked, her voice small. A firm grip still on her shoulder, the giant propelled her to a slanted waist-high bench. It was sturdy and wooden, painted black, but the grain was still evident. The top and four wide ledges below each corner were upholstered with dark red leather. Two ledges were lower down and at the foot end, and two were a little higher at the head end. All were adorned with black leather straps with polished metal buckles.

“Strip,” Janik commanded, withdrawing his hand from her shoulder.

“What?” Angie couldn’t keep the incredulity from her voice.

Janik didn’t seem to take offence. “Mrs McCarthy want you naked on bench." He raised the taser, "you strip.”

Angie really didn’t want to be naked in front of strange eyes, nor did she want to be shocked. She considered refusing but realised that if Janik tasered her, he could easily strip her himself. She blushed furiously as she reluctantly shed what little clothing she was wearing, covering her nakedness as best as she could.

“Get on bench,” Janik again gestured with the taser.

With little choice, Angie balanced her knees on the lower ledges, lay her body along the top and settled with her arms on the upper ledges. The giant secured the strap over her waist first so that she couldn’t get up, then set the taser aside and proceeded to secure the others.

By the time he was done, Angie was secured to the bench by ankles, thighs, wrists, forearms and waist, with her naked backside prominently high and her head dangling over the lower leading edge. Being tied by Janik felt nothing like being bound in Victoria’s presence. Desperately, Angie hung on to the idea that Victoria was coming for her and that she wouldn’t be left to the mercies of this threatening giant.

Without warning, a rubber ball was forced into Angie’s mouth. She made a muffled protest, but the straps were secured before she could do anything more. It was a head harness which forced her to bite down on the ball. She couldn’t push it out, and in the final ignominy, Janik connected the ring at the top to something suspended from above that forced Angie’s head up and made it very difficult for her to look around. Having cooperated up to that point, Angie felt completely justified in protesting at her predicament despite its futility.

“Quiet girl,” Janik growled, to Angie’s surprise, in fluent Polish.

Fear gripped Angie as the big man investigated her body with his rough-skinned fingers. She didn’t try to make any more noise, but she struggled, terrified, her head waving at the end of its tether. Janik ran his hand over her buttocks, sides, and back, making Angie’s skin crawl. She was desperate to get away but knew there was no escape. His hand moved around to cup what little of her breast spilled over the edge of the bench. She squeaked involuntarily as she squeezed her exposed nipple.

Beginning to panic, Angie was relieved when he finally withdrew.

“She has good taste,” Janik mumbled to himself in Polish. Although she couldn’t turn her head enough to see, Angie could hear him gathering up her clothes from the floor, and his footsteps on the stone flags echoed as he retreated to the door, leaving her alone.

Angie breathed a heavy sigh of relief, or at least as much as the gag would allow. After being wound up tight at Janik's touch, she slumped against her bonds. She fervently hoped that Victoria would return and use her skills to titillate her as she used to when she had bound the girl at Albert Drive.

With no way to measure time, the silence stretched out. Angie once again tested her bonds, but as she expected, there was no give in the straps. She scanned the room according to her limited field of vision. If the ‘kink’ cupboard had been devoid of all of the offensive implements Angie had been looking for, they all seemed to be present here: Paddles, whips, canes, lockable shackles and chains intended to restrain various body parts, and all manner of furniture to restrain an unwilling subject. The bondage chair she had previously been strapped to was in one corner as if awaiting her return to its leather clutches.

Trying to shut out the room and her own fear, Angie closed her eyes and tried to do breathing exercises as best as she could with her mouth partially blocked.

The clicking of Victoria’s heels echoed suddenly as she transitioned from the carpeted steps to the stone floor of the cellar level. Her heart was pounding with anticipation as she was met by Janik.

“She is prepared.” He confirmed and then followed her as she entered the big subterranean room.

Sure enough, the pale skin of Angie’s restrained body was stark against the red top of the whipping bench, striped as it was with leather straps. Victoria realised how much she had been looking forward to the sight, not just since leaving the city but since she had first connected with the girl.

Angie’s head dangled from the end of a rope attached to her head harness. Evidently, she had heard them enter and was trying to look around, but her bonds were too restrictive. A muffled question sound issued from the restrained girl, but Victoria decided that her own silence would be most effective in the current setting.

Touring the room but being careful to stay outside Angie’s restricted field of vision, Victoria looked at the various implements hanging from the walls. In the end, she selected a medium rattan cane. It had some flex in it and used to produce satisfying red lines on the skin of her previous pets.

Angie made a more nervous, unintelligible question as the only sound which filled the room was the clicking of Victoria’s heels and the swish of the cane as she swung it experimentally in the air. She was beginning to enjoy herself, watching the girl squirm in fear, hearing the leather straps creak. All of the recent attention Victoria had heaped upon Angie had led to the failure of her deal, and she wanted the girl to feel that.

After finding her spot behind and to one side of the struggling girl, Victoria didn’t dally. She brought the wooden rod down hard on Angie’s backside, leaving the expected red line. The girl cried out and then made urgent demands, which the ball between her teeth helpfully reduced to incoherent ranting. At the second blow, Angie’s entreaties turned to sobs and by degree, she collapsed emotionally as further blows rained down without ceremony or reprieve.

Victoria continued with a merciless tirade of strokes, willing the girl to feel her pain. With each blow, Angie was impressively vocal despite the obstruction to her mouth and thrashed powerfully, subsiding into crying in between. The cane turned the area between the top of Angie’s buttocks and the straps restraining her thighs into a criss-cross sea of angry red skin.

For Victoria, it became an exercise in frustration. Although the helpless girl responded as expected, she wasn’t deriving the pleasure she usually did when she punished a pet. In annoyance, Victoria struck harder, causing Angie to react in a more extreme fashion, but providing no more satisfaction.

Annoyed, Victoria threw the cane aside, and her heels beat a rapid tattoo as she returned to the wall and fetched a wide wooden paddle. Perhaps the cane was too fine an implement; the paddle could inflict a fiery pain across her entire backside. She bought the hefty piece of wood to bear with six good hard strokes, each causing a wail of pain and despair to issue from the tortured girl.

Exhausted from wielding the heavy device and frustrated with her own lack of satisfaction, Victoria let the paddle clatter to the floor. Why wasn’t this making her feel better? She had taken great pleasure in doling out such treatment on her previous pets; why was this one any different? The silence of the room was filled with Angie’s quiet weeping.

“Take her back to her room,” Victoria ordered, her tone short as she strode past Janik without a backward glance on her way out. Frustration permeated her being. Not only had a lucrative deal fallen through, but the pet she had spent so much time and effort to acquire was not proving as satisfying as she had hoped. She had suffered a long day and headed for the shower in disgust.

Angie was devastated. The skin of her buttocks and thighs was on fire, but more than that, Victoria, whom she hoped for as a saviour, had proved to be a greater torment than even Janik’s creepy behaviour. She hung limply in her bonds, wondering what she must have done to alter Victoria’s feelings towards her so radically. Mostly, she cried because all remnants of her lover were gone.

Unwilling to move, Angie didn’t resist as her head harness was tugged and detached from the rope supporting it. She allowed her head to sink over the edge of the bench, dejected, her hot tears rolling down her cheeks and dropping to the floor.

With rough hands, Janik undid the straps and tugged the ball clear of her lips, causing ropes of accumulated saliva to issue from her mouth. Angie didn’t care. She felt like she was in every kind of pain, physical and emotional. It was soul-deep. Surely, there was nothing more she could suffer?

Through tear-blurred eyes, Angie could see Janik’s hands again. She made a confused protest as something new was pushed between her teeth. It was a metal ring which held her teeth apart, forcing her mouth to open wide. She tried to push the thing out, but Janik quickly secured a strap behind her head, and spikes on the outside of the ring prevented her from flipping it inside her mouth.

“My turn now,” Janik rumbled with satisfaction, still in Polish. Angie shook her head, her eyes open wide as she heard the sound of a zip being undone. “You owe me for all of those fancy meals I had to deliver.”

Angie made more incoherent protests and thrashed frantically in her bonds. New tears sprouted as she watched, powerless, while Janik guided his pasty cock between her lips.

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Angie dropped to the rug where Janik had tossed her. He gathered the ratcheting handcuffs he had used to secure her while he escorted her back to her suite. He had only removed the gag and cuffs once they had re-entered her cage.

The door clicked shut, and Angie was left alone in a universe of burning pain and humiliation. She tried to pull herself together, to think, but the bottom had fallen out of her world, and she cried out in anguish, unable to hold it in any longer.

Dully, Angie realised that she could still taste Janik’s abhorrent salty discharge, and she couldn’t stand it any more. In a flurry of naked limbs, she ran to the bathroom, washed her mouth out half a dozen times and then cleaned her teeth twice to try to banish any hint of the vicious beast.

Exhausted and emotionally rung out, Angie didn’t want to think, didn’t want to feel; she just wanted to be rendered unconscious. She wanted to wake from the nightmare that she had gotten herself into. Her eyes puffy and hot, she crawled into bed and willed herself into dreamless oblivian.