Chapter 15
“Get up, Subject Sue. Come face me…on your knees,” Dante Allamordo commanded, standing across from the prone blonde and pointing at the floor in front of him. The weary heroine dragged herself off the floor and walked the five feet to him, upright, only wavering slightly. She then kneeled before him carefully watching her captor, her palms resting on her thighs. The Italian’s powerful body was tensely coiled it seemed to Sue. He was nervous, controlling his movements too carefully. This gave Sue a sudden hard shiver up her spine as she looked up past the prominent eagle-like nose and into those cold gray eyes assessing her.
“…what’s happening…?..” Sue’s voice came out small and shaky. She’d been through an interminable training session that had pulled every ounce of strength and willpower out of her. She was unsure of how much more torment she could handle.
What new horror is this? How long have I been here? I can’t think!
“We are at the crossroads of your training, subject. Up until now you have been working with cold rubber dildoes, sucking them off most obediently I will say. Now we are going to move onto the real thing. You will suck my dick. You will lavish it with the same enthusiasm I’ve seen you use on the sex toys. If there is any hint of rebellion, any aggressive movement of your teeth or mouth that in any way can be construed as anything but respectful and doting, the consequences will be immediate and most painful, I assure you. Possibly even fatal. Is that clear, Subject Sue?”
“Yup.”
“‘Yes, master’ is the proper response, bitch!”
“You bet, master.”
The slap came hard from her left, striking her check and knocking her to her side on the cold floor. Her head was ringing from it. Sue’s right hand went to her face as her left arm pushed her upper body up and she looked at Dante. His fury raged at her, eyes boring down, his face quivering with anger, his lips nothing but a tight line.
Oh God! What have I done? My pride just got me killed!
Dante just stood there for 10 seconds shaking before Sue. And then his rage disappeared as if by magic. The tension and hate evaporated. A rueful smile replaced it. The eyes went dead and this turned Sue’s heart to a block of ice.
This is worse! This is going to be so much worse!
Turning on his heel, Dante walked to the room’s small table, opened a drawer and pulled out two oval patches of leather with Velcro edging. From his pants pocket he removed the remote control to the set of leather training garments in which Sue was tightly sheathed. He then returned to stand in front of Sue.
“Back on your knees, now!” The barked order was quickly followed by Sue. “I am replacing the eye patches on this hood so that you will be rendered more docile, like a falcon. As you were trained earlier. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Sue replied, tenuously holding her position on her knees as her eye holes were covered. The patches were pressed to the leather Humiliation Hood with the Velcro grabbing hold. They blocked out all light and plunged Sue into a darkness that encompassed not just her sight but her soul. And then Sue had a thought…
Maybe he won’t kill me. Maybe I’m too valuable to their plan. There’s hope here!
The spearing pain in her rear end yanked Sue off her knees onto her forearms before she rolled on her back in a crazed twisting spasm. The unexpected electric charge from the anal dildo in the Punishment Panties rendered her breathless and panicked. She kicked her legs out, rolled on her side, grabbed her tight leather-clad ass and groaned even though the electric shock had dissipated.
“That was a level 5 setting out of 10, subject. Yet again I find myself having to reinforce training regimens that we’ve completed already. Very unsatisfactory. It gives me pause about putting my penis in your mouth. Should I raise the anal shock level higher to focus your compliance? It’s no trouble.”
“NOO!! NO! I’ll be good. I won’t hurt you. Don’t hurt me. I’m done. You win.”
“Do I, Subject Sue? Do I win? Perhaps you need just a quick jolt at setting 10 to ensure my safety.”
“You don’t! You don’t have to. Please…please…don’t do it. I will suck your cock. Let me suck it now. I’ll prove to you I can be trained…trusted…b..b...be reliable.” Sue gulped a lungful of air and whimpered desperately. “Let me show you!”
The famous heroine scrambled to her knees, sweating and distraught, her hands reaching out, trying to find Dante’s crotch, eager to prove herself. Her hands brushed against his pants and found his cock already out. Sue sat back on her haunches, opened her mouth compliantly and took the warm member deep past her trembling lips.
This is it! I have no other choice!
She bit down hard, her jaw tightening down on the warm muscle, her teeth sinking in. She was severing his cock with all her might. And then her jaw seized as a connection was completed. Sue’s brain was fried by an electric charge that shattered every conscious thought in her head. Her mouth remained clenched around the fake dildo with the electric heating element designed to fool her long enough so she thought she had a real penis in her mouth. The scent of Dante’s sweat had even been coated over the soft rubber. Sue’s body spasmed and jolted, arms flailing as the voltage destroyed her completely. Dante pressed a button on the remote and the circuit was broken, enabling Sue’s jaw to unclench.
The blonde’s mouth disgorged the rubber dick and her body thumped hard to floor at Dante’s feet, her body twitching with the final sizzling nerves in her legs, toes and fingers firing in random helplessness. The sweaty leather exuded wisps of heat as Dante stepped over Subject Sue and left the room for a stiff drink. His assessment of his captive’s behavior had been correct. And her punishment, he knew, would lead to her complete capitulation from here on out. Dante's rueful smile reappeared even as drool began to form under Sue Richard’s benumbed cheeks.
Beep!
“Hi darling. Reed here. It’s the middle of the night in the Sudan. A car horn woke me up and so I thought I’d call again to check in and see how things are going there. It’s not like you to not respond so, yes, I admit it, I’m half worried and half annoyed.
“If it’s nothing important happening and you’re just so busy putting out fires there then just text me, damn it, to let me know you’re okay! Okay? Uhh…I haven’t seen any international news about any crisis there in the U.S. but maybe it just hasn’t bubbled to the surface here in this jerkwater country. Sorry! Clearly, I’m upset. I’m trying not to over-react but I’m going to reach out to the F.B.I. office in New York. See if they’ve heard anything. If it’s nothing then you can chew my head off about being a nervous nellie when I get home. You know I trust you and your fierce female skill set, right? Hey, truth be told, it gets me hot. Oh, gosh, not female skill set. Just skill set. Damn. Forget I said anything!
“Anyway, we’re only a day or two away from heading back. I miss you, sweetheart. Contact me. I wish I could stretch around the world for a kiss. Goodnight. Hope you’re safe. Ben snores so bad I can hear it through the wall. This friggin’ assignment. Wish I’d never agreed to it. Talk to you soon. I hope. Call!”
Beep!