James remained sullen for days afterwards, stubbornly refusing to speak, turning his head whenever she or Bradshaw approached him. So they backed off and left him alone with his thoughts. Glennis knew, even if James didn't, that this was the worst possible thing they could do to him. It would give him all the time in the world to relive every moment of his recent encounters, to torture himself wondering if he could have held out longer, if perhaps he had wanted it in some way, enjoyed it even. He would pick apart his every reaction, looking for signs, trying to rationalize away anything that seemed too much like consent, never quite believing the explanations he offered himself.

The self-doubt inherent in human nature was a great friend to a Fury.

In the end, though, all James' ruminations and rebellion meant nothing. Need was need. It couldn't be argued with. Soon enough, he returned to duty, slowly accumulating the points he needed to be allowed release again. Bradshaw took his training to the next level, leaving his hands unfastened while he worked, so he could use them to further pleasure his clients. Of course, he was given strict orders never to touch himself, and he docilely obeyed, apparently too terrified of ending up like Kenny to risk it.

As Glennis watched him through the glass, there were times when she almost believed he enjoyed what he was doing. She supposed it was possible, perhaps even to be expected. After all, performing this act of pleasure for others brought him closer to his own eventual gratification. Positive reinforcement was a simple but effective process, perhaps powerful enough even to cultivate in James a sincere taste for his work

The more she watched him, the more she felt certain that it was time to launch his full- scale debut as a whore.

When he'd completed the required number of blow jobs, she went to see him.

"So Bradshaw tells me you've performed very well. Congratulations," she told him.

"Screw you," he said, but his tone lacked its usual sass.

"Are you ready for your reward?" she asked.

He nodded, but he didn't look as excited as she would have expected.

"What's wrong, James?" she asked.

He avoided her eyes and didn't answer. She turned his chin and made him look at her.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's just that I know now that you're never going to let me you. You're always going to keep me hard. And you're always going to make me suck off all these guys. There's never going to be any end," he said, despondently.

"Ah, my poor James," she said, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand. "What if I told you this is the last time you're going to have to give blow jobs to be allowed to have an orgasm?"

"Really?" he asked, hope warring with suspicion in his expression.

"Really. I promise, cross my heart and hope to die."

He blinked, fighting back tears of relief. "Thank you," he said. "Oh God, thank you."

She smiled. "Don't mention it. Now, you have earned your pleasure, and once again, I've invited some friends to share in it, a somewhat larger crowd this time. So I thought we'd use the auditorium."

He nodded, too thrilled about his reprieve from giving blow jobs to put up a fuss. He'd already put on one sexual performance anyway. Subjects rarely resisted as strenuously the second time around.

"Do you want to come, James? Do you want to put on a show for my friends?"

He blushed a little, but he nodded anyway, despite the embarrassment.

"Wonderful," she said. "Now, Bradshaw is going to clean you up a little and take you down to the auditorium. I'll see you soon."

When she left the room, James was actually smiling. And that made her smile, knowing his happiness would be short-lived.

Glennis stood outside the auditorium and greeted her guests as they arrived. It was a varied group--self-made captains of industry and heirs to family fortunes and some rather shadowy characters who had come into their money in more colorful ways. But their unusual taste in entertainment and their ability to afford to feed that taste gave them all common ground. It made them a close knit community.

A arm snaked around Glennis' waist from behind, and someone kissed her neck.

"Guess who?" a voice whispered in her ear.

"Carter," she said, with a sigh.

She pulled away and turned around to face him.

Of course, she should have realized he would come to the auction. He made it his mission in life to rape as many dirty cops as he could get his hands on. There was a little bit of the Fury in him, too. But she had been hoping to avoid seeing him again so soon after their last break up.

"You don't sound glad to see me, Glennie," he said.

"Explain to me again why you persist in calling me that ridiculous nickname when I've asked you a million times not to?"

"Because no matter what you say, I know there's a part of you that secretly loves it."

He favored her with his most sparkling smile, the one he always trotted out whenever he did something purposefully to annoy her.

She just wished the ploy weren't so successful.

"I'm a little hurt, you know," he told her.

"Oh, really? I can't imagine why," she said.

"Can't you?"

He left the question hanging there, meaningfully, underscoring the fact that she was always the one who called off their relationship. She squirmed a little, something she absolutely despised. There was no one else in the whole world who drove her crazy the way Carter did.

"I mean, of course, that I'm hurt you didn't invite me to his first public appearance," he explained.

"I didn't think you were in town," she said. "Wasn't there some degenerate immigration official you were pursuing?"

"The one who was forcing young women to star in hard core porn videos before he'd let their children into the country? That was last month."

"Time does fly. It's so hard to keep it all straight."

"Do you think? I have just the opposite problem. Everything stays way too vivid in my memory."

"It's not good to live in the past, Carter."

"Haven't you ever heard that history repeats itself?"

She shook her head. "Not always."

"Why are you always so willing to give up?"

"Why are you so determined never to see the handwriting?"

He shook his head. "I don't know why I even bother. When you're so incredibly stubborn."

She shrugged. "Then move on already, if I'm so impossible."

He looked exasperated and started to say something further. But then he apparently thought better of it and changed the subject instead.

"So tell me more about what we have to look forward to today," he said. "What did this officer of the law do to get on your bad side?"

"I don't want to spoil it for you," she said. "But his debut will be quite a treat. I promise."

"I'm breathless with anticipation," he told her. "So, I'll see you inside?"

She nodded. "The auction will be starting soon."

He gave her one last smile and went inside. She pulled herself up to her full height and lifted her chin. She refused to be distracted. She was a Fury. She didn't have man trouble. She was man trouble.

After all her guests were comfortably settled, she joined James, who was nervously waiting on stage behind the curtains, along with Bradshaw and Corrine.

"How many people are out there?" he asked, skittishly.

"Oh, not as many as you would think. It's an auditorium. Voices carry. So, are you ready for your reward?" she asked.

He nodded, a little sheepishly.

"Good," she told him. "I'm sure you're going to enjoy yourself . But today, I would like to do something just a little bit different. I'd like to give my friends a preview before we get on with the show, to whet their appetites. Okay?"

"Um-- Well, I guess--" he said, hesitantly.

"And you know what would really make that exciting for them? If you'd wear a gag. Would you do that for me, James? Please?"

He looked suspicious. "Would I have to wear it while-- you know--"

She shook her head. "Absolutely not. Just during the little tease I want to give them. Then it'll come right off."

"Um, I don't know," James said, reluctantly, clearly not trusting her, but unable to see how she could possibly hurt him with it. "I suppose so," he finally agreed. "I mean, you'll just force me to do it, anyway."

"Now, James, that's not true," she said. "You know how much I value your cooperation. So let's just slip this on, shall we? It won't hurt, I promise."

Bradshaw helped her fasten the gag. Glennis had chosen the kind that resembled a cock. She figured James would be more comfortable with that.

"There. Is that okay? Any problems breathing?"

He shook his head.

"Good." She rubbed his back gently. "Now there is one more thing. Nothing to worry about. I'm just going to fasten these cuffs onto your wrists, and then Corrine is going to pull that rope over there so your arms are lifted over your head and you're standing on your tip toes."

James blanched and began to make desperate, pleading noises through his gag.

"Oh, no. No, James. It's nothing like that." She stroked his arm reassuringly. "I know you haven't done anything wrong, and you're not going to be punished. I promise. I just want to give my friends a thrill. That's all. And this will definitely get them going."

He looked like he wanted to believe her, but wasn't at all sure he could.

She fastened the cuffs and murmured, "It's okay. Everything's going to be all right. No one's going to punish you."

Corrine hoisted the rope carefully, and Bradshaw guided James' arms above his head.

"Get up on your tiptoes, James," she urged him. "It won't be for too long. I promise."

She held his waist to steady him, and he raised up on his toes.

"That's good," she said.

Corrine fastened the rope, and James balanced awkwardly, his calves flexed.

"That's perfect," she told him. "You're being such a good boy."

She fondled his balls, and he moaned.

"Oh, yeah, baby. It's almost time."

She motioned to her assistants. " Take your places everyone."

They moved to the sidelines, leaving only James and her on stage. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

"You're making me so happy," she told him. "I'm always going to remember this. And so are you."

She left him there, his eyes filled with trepidation. She pushed her way through the curtains, and the crowd applauded enthusiastically.

She smiled. "Thank you," she said. "I appreciate your all coming today. As you know, this is a very important day, the debut of my most recent subject. And although we've gathered many times before for similar occasions, this one has special meaning for me. So I want you to join me in welcoming my latest project to the stage. May I present James."

She extended her arm with a flourish, and the curtain opened, revealing James, nude, ferociously erect, strung up by his wrists, balanced precariously on his tiptoes, completely defenseless and thoroughly humiliated.

The crowd laughed with appreciation.

"Your boy's quite the exhibitionist, Glennis," someone said from the audience. "Looks like he really gets off on being on display."

"Indeed," she agreed. "James has quite a carnal appetite. Previously, he was a high- ranking officer in the Vice division of a major police department. And I'm afraid he let his appetites get rather out of control."

"Tell us," a voice said from the seats.

"He extorted nearly every hooker he came into contact with, forcing them to give him sex in exchange for their freedom. And occasionally, he even preyed on women who weren't actually professionals, just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

James made noises through the gag and struggled at his bonds.

"He seems to dispute the charges," one of her colleagues said, with amusement.

Glennis smiled. "Don't they always? But the fact is that James' crimes are well documented, and that's what brings us here today. His punishment. James has been condemned to learn firsthand what his victims went through. He has already performed countless acts of oral sex on men and has grown quite proficient at it. He's also put on his first live sex show, which many of you attended not too long ago."

"And we bought the video, too," an audience member chimed in.

Everyone laughed.

"Now, we're here for the pivotal moment in James' career as a whore," Glennis said. "We're here to auction off his virginity and watch as he is deflowered right here on this stage by some lucky audience member."

Glennis watched James out of the corner of her eye as she delivered the news. He froze for a moment, his eyes wide, his face stark. And then he erupted into a frenzy of muffled screaming and futile convulsing. The audience laughed with pleasure, their hilarity only growing as his struggles increased. Finally, he had to stop and catch his breath, a difficult task with the gag in place, his face bright red, his chest heaving.

"Now, I'm sure I don't have to tell you what a pleasure it will be to take James' manhood from him. As you can see, he is quite unwilling, although of course he will be cooperative, as my subjects always are. I don't have to point out his obvious beauty. Or his total helplessness. You'll be able to do to him anything you wish for as long as you can manage it."

The crowd chuckled, the women perhaps more loudly than the men.

"Of course, there's also the thrill of sodomizing a former police officer."

James shook his head frantically, and Glennis could see Carter smile as he watched this response. She looked elsewhere and tried not to pay any further attention to Carter.

"And to top it all off," she told them. "And I don't know how any of you can resist this-- There is nothing James is more petrified of than homosexuality. He absolutely loathes 'faggots,' as he puts it. So whoever deflowers him will have the honor of turning him into the one thing he most hates and fears. What could possibly be more entertaining than that?"

The auditorium buzzed with voices as prospective buyers talked excitedly amongst themselves. Despite the volume, Glennis could still hear the pathetic, pleading whimpers James was making through the gag. She licked her lips. This was going to be even better than she had imagined.

Glennis gave her colleagues a few more moments to cultivate hard-ons about how delicious it would be to unman James, and then she began the auction. "Bidding opens at $10,000," she told the audience. "And I'm afraid, ladies, that it's gentlemen only this time. I want James to know what it feels like to have a man come inside him the first time he's penetrated."

There was an audible sound of feminine disappointment across the room.

"But he will be available for your pleasure any time after today," she told them.

The disgruntled noises turned to sounds of appreciation.

"So, do I hear $10,000?" she asked.

"Ten," an eager voice called out.

"Fifteen."

"Twenty."

"Twenty-five."

The bidding went into such a flurry that Glennis didn't have to say a word until it stalled at $150,000.

"Remember, this is for charity. All the proceeds will go to help runaways and missing children. Also, don't forget that James' humiliation will be captured on video," she reminded them. "Your face obscured, of course. This video will reach hundreds of thousands of interested viewers who will see your cock proudly violating a former member of the city's finest. The profit from the video will also be donated. Now who wants to raise the bidding to $200,000?" she asked.

"Two hundred!"

"Two twenty-five."

The bidding caught fire again.

When it reached $500,000, Glennis decided to wrap it up. "Going once." She paused. "Going twice."

"One million dollars."

There was an audible gasp. Glennis sighed. It was Carter. Of course.

"Is that a serious offer?" she asked.

"Have you ever known me to make any other kind?" He smiled.

She shrugged. "All right, then. Have it your way. Going once. Going twice. Sold. To the man who just donated a million dollars to my favorite charity."

He gave a little mock bow. "My pleasure."

"The ushers will show you back stage so you can get ready," she told him.

He nodded. Two of Glennis' employees instantly materialized to lead him to the dressing room.

"As for everyone else, relax, enjoy a cocktail. The main feature will start shortly."

The audience began to stir in their seats. Glennis left the podium and walked back to James. She signalled one of her assistants, and the curtain closed behind her.

James was throwing a fit, going on and on, sounding rather vehement, even though it was impossible to understand a word he was saying.

"Well, what did you expect?" she asked him. "I told you that you were going to experience the life of a whore. Did you think whores get by only sucking off their clients? Hardly. Even if they don't want to sell their bodies, someone will just end up taking it from them for free. Like you did. That's just what happens to whores. They get fucked. And now it's your turn."

James thrashed and protested.

"Now, now," she said. "Try not to upset yourself so much. Sometimes, the only thing you can do is lie back, metaphorically speaking, of course, and try to enjoy it. Bradshaw is going to help you get ready."

James wailed into his gag.

"Try not to be so negative, James. You're about to lose your virginity. That's a big step in everyone's life. It's a rite of passage, entree into a whole new world. After this, you'll be completely different in every way."

Bradshaw snapped on a pair of latex gloves. James tried to pull away, but there was very little give in the rope."

"Hold still now," she said.

Bradshaw lubed his fingers and tried to probe James' anus.

"He's clenching," he told her.

"Stop that, James. It's not going to help. You're going to get your ass fucked today, one way or another. Trust me, you don't want it to be without lubrication."

James looked downright stricken, but he must have realized it would be worse not to relent.

"That's better," Bradshaw said and began the preparations.

James made complaining noises through the gag.

"Oh, please," she said. "That's nothing compared to having a cock inside you. You'll thank Bradshaw later for being thoughtful enough to stretch you."

James shook his head vehemently and tried to pull his hips away from Bradshaw's hands.

"James!" She grabbed him roughly by the balls.

His scream was muffled by the gag.

"Have you forgotten what happens if you're disobedient? I think you have, or you wouldn't be acting this way." She motioned to Corrine. "Bring me that portable video player."

Corrine handed her the equipment. "Here you are, ma'am."

"Thank you."

She turned it on.

"Now, James, I want you to watch this, to refresh your memory."

The screen flickered, and then an image materialized, quickly followed by the sound of screaming. A naked subject was bound to an examining table. The table was positioned so that the man was in a sitting position, able to see the procedure about to be performed on him. His arms were restrained, and his legs were raised and spread, secured in stirrups, to give easy access to his genitals. A masked, gowned doctor stood in the v formed by his legs. A nurse assisted him.

"Scalpel," the doctor said.

"No!" the subject screamed.

"Scalpel, doctor." The nurse handed him the instrument.

"I'm making an incision down the center of the scrotum," the doctor explained.

"No! Agggh! I can feel it. Fuck, I feel you cutting me. AAAAAGH!"

The subject whipped his head from side to side and desperately tried to free his bound hands. His lower body, however, remained perfectly still as the doctor worked.

"We use a muscle paralyzer when we perform castrations," Glennis explained to James. "The patient can't move from the waist down, but he feels everything."

"I'm pulling the left testicle out through the incision," the doctor said on the tape.

"Oh, God. Oh, God!" the subject sobbed.

"I'm tying off the cord, to restrict the flow of blood," the doctor said.

"Stop! STOP!" the subject begged. "Don't cut my balls off. God! Please!"

"I'm ready to remove the testicle."

"Yes, doctor." The nurse positioned a basin beneath the scrotum.

"No! NOOOO!" the subject cried.

The doctor severed the cord, and the testicle fell into the basin with a soft plop. The subject's face turned pale as he watched. His eyes went glassy, and then he passed out.

"Nurse, administer the smelling salts," the doctor instructed.

"Yes, doctor."

She broke a capsule and held it under the subject's nose. He started to moan. A instant later, his eyes opened, and he looked around in confusion. Then realization hit him, and he began to cry.

"Oh, no. No. God. Please!" He sobbed brokenly.

"Now, for the right testicle. I'm pulling it out through the incision--"

Glennis hit the stop button and returned the video player to Corrine.

"I think you get the point," she said to James.

He stared at her, his eyes wide with horror, his throat muscles clenching and unclenching.

"If you vomit while you're wearing that gag, you'll choke to death," she warned him. "And there's no reason to get so upset. It didn't happen to you. If you behave yourself, it never will."

She grabbed his balls and twisted. He yelped through the gag.

"But if you embarrass me," she told him. "I'll cut them off myself. Got it?"

He nodded vigorously.

"Good," she said. "I'm glad to see you're being so reasonable. Now, I'm going to go check on your owner. See if he's ready to claim what belongs to him." She stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. "It won't be long now, my sweet. Soon you'll be a real whore, and I'll be so proud."

He made desperate little sounds of protest.

"Finish getting him ready," she told Bradshaw. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Yes, madam."

She left James with Bradshaw and went to the dressing room. She knocked at the door and went in. Carter was already undressed and pulling on a robe.

"I want to talk you about James-- Whoa!" She stopped short, eying his erection. "You've made some improvements."

Carter laughed. "Plastic surgery's not just for you gals any more, Glennis. And raping cops is a lot more fun when you know they really feel it."

"Anything for the obsession, huh?"

He grinned. "Everybody needs a hobby."

"I want you to do a good job of this for me."

"When have I not?"

"I'm serious here. I want this to be memorable. I want it to be completely traumatic and to last a very, very long time."

"So do I. Why do you think I'm wearing this?" He fingered the cock ring at the base of his penis.

"That reminds me. From now on in his training, he's not allowed to have his cock touched. Don't get caught up in the moment and start jerking him off."

"Not a problem. All I'm interested in is fucking him, good and hard and long. Has he had anything in his ass before?"

"Only a finger, for medical purposes."

"Good. That means it's going to hurt like a mother. That'll be fun."

"I want you to make sure he comes, Carter, just from getting fucked. It's important to my future plans for him."

Carter laughed. "Have you taken a good look at his balls, Glennie? When was the last time you let him come? Weeks ago? And all that viagra shit you've been shoving up his butt? Do you know what that's done to his prostate? I work it with my dick, and he'll go off like a rocket. Who knows how many times. You have nothing to worry about."

"If it's all right with you, I'd prefer to take his gag off. It makes a better video."

"Suits me. There's nothing I enjoy more than hearing a man cry when I bust his ass open and turn him into a pussy."

"This project is very special to me. I want everything to go right. I want him to remember this for a long, long time."

"Sweetheart, you know I always take fucking cops very seriously. Trust me, he's never going to forget who took his cherry or how humiliated he was that he got off on it, repeatedly, in front of a whole auditorium full of cheering perverts. When I'm finished with him, his sexual identity will be totally fucked up, just the way you want it to be."

Glennis studied him for a moment and then nodded, satisfied that they understood each other. "Good. Then I'll let you finish getting ready."

She started to go, but he reached for her arm. "Hey, Glennie, you know I do perform better with a little added incentive, right?"

"Oh, really? Such as?"

He pulled her closer. "I think you know," he whispered in her ear. "How about it, sweetheart? For old times sake."

She twined her arms around his neck seductively. "Why don't we just see what kind of show you put on for me, hmm? If it's a really, really good video, maybe we can watch it together later tonight."

His arms tightened around her waist. "Oooh, I'm feeling inspired already."

She laughed and pulled away. "Save it for James, baby. We'll talk about the rest later."

"Tease," he called after her.

"Hey, it keeps you focused. Have fun out there."

He smiled. "You know I will."

She left him and went back to check on James. Bradshaw had finished preparing him, and the video cameras had been set up.

"Take his gag off," she instructed Bradshaw. And then to James, she said, "Don't you dare scream. And that's an order. Understand?"

He nodded, his eyes filled with misery. Bradshaw removed the gag.

"Please," James begged, quietly.

"But you earned this, baby. I can't take it away from now. That wouldn't be right."

"You said you wouldn't make me do this anymore," he said, on the verge of tears.

"No, baby. You have to start listening more closely. What I said was I not going to make you suck cocks any more in order to be allowed to come. And that's true."

He shook his head desperately. "Don't let him do this to me. Please. God. I'm not a fag. I don't do this."

She nodded. "I know. And honestly? That's the appeal."

"What kind of a person are you?"

She considered it a moment. "I guess, more than anything else, I'm someone who doesn't forget." And then she smiled. "And now you won't ever forget, either."

"Don't. Please. Please!"

Carter crossed the stage to join them. "Are we ready?"

"No!" James protested.

"Whenever you are," Glennis told him.

"Let's do it then," Carter said.

"Make it good," she told him softly.

He smiled, in that mischievous way of his that said she had nothing to worry about.

"You're in for something special," she told James. "Try and enjoy it. And don't forget about the little video I showed you earlier. You wouldn't want to add injury to insult, now would you?"

James' mouth trembled. She smiled as she walked away and left him to the fate he'd sealed for himself.

She settled into her seat and watched as the curtain opened. James was positioned exactly as he had been before, only without the gag. He was still painfully erect. Carter stood to the side and a little behind him, clad only in a robe, his ample erection obvious beneath it. The video cameras sent images to the two large, flat-screen televisions above the stage, so the audience could see the action from every angle.

James whimpered pitifully as he waited. Carter stood there without making a move for what felt like an eternity. That was something Glennis had always admired about him. He wasn't crude. He understood the value of timing, the power of dread. He let James take in his nearness, feel his heat, live in terror of what he might do next.

When he did move, it was only to put his hand on James' shoulder. James screamed and practically leaped out of his skin anyway. Carter smiled at that. Glennis knew he loved nothing better than to have someone fear him before he'd even done anything to them. She watched with complete fascination as he moved his hand slowly down James' back, inch by agonizing inch. Everyone else in the auditorium was just as mesmerized, and they all went completely still as they looked on. The only sound in the room came from James, soft little mewls of distress. As Carter moved his hand inexorably closer to its target, the sounds grew louder and more anguished.

When he did finally make his way down to James' ass, he took his time there, too. He stroked the skin and flirted with the little dimple at the top of the cleft. He cupped the cheeks and fondled them, squeezing them together and then pulling apart. James would wail "no!" whenever Carter spread his cheeks open. The camera operator would zoom in on his anus, to give the audience a nice close-up shot.

Finally, Carter grew impatient and let his robe fall to the floor. He always preferred to fuck in the nude. He pried James' cheeks as far apart as he could and lined up his cock. Pitiful animal sounds of fear streamed out of James. Carter paused there for a moment, drawing out James' anguished anticipation. And then he began to push.

Of course James resisted. Glennis had known he would. Even though it would only make the penetration more painful when it did finally occur. Still, there was no way James was going to give up his manhood without a fight. That's what made it fun.

And Glennis had to give him credit. It was an epic battle of wills. James grunted and gasped and squeezed his eyes tightly shut in concentration. Carter gripped his hips and pushed hard, putting his back into the effort. It was raw and primal. It reminded Glennis of something you might see on an episode of Wild Kingdom, the age-old battle of male animals, the instinctual contest to see who would dominate and who would be subjugated.

"AGGGGH!" James wailed as he lost the struggle. "NOOO!"

To Glennis, there was no sound quite like the anguished outrage of a man being forcibly penetrated for the first time. And she'd never seen a portrait of misery as profound as the expression on James' face. It was clear that the physical pain of having his sphincter wrenched open was nothing compared to the agony of having his sense of manhood smashed to bits, his peace of mind destroyed forever.

Glennis was so glad that he finally understood what that felt like.

Carter grunted in triumph and started working his way further inside. James balanced precariously on his tiptoes, and the awkward position made it impossible for him to get any purchase, impossible to resist. The camera man captured a great shot of Carter's dick as it slowly disappeared into James' body. With every advance of the cock inside him, James' face registered shocked disbelief that this could possibly be happening to him. When Carter's dick was all the way inside and his balls pressed firmly against his ass, James cried out, a broken, defeated sound, more like something you'd hear from a mistreated child than from a big, strong policeman.

And then Carter began to move. The sound of his balls slapping against James' ass echoed throughout the room. And that lit an electric spark of excitement in the crowd, as if everyone knew this was something special, something they weren't likely ever to see again, not matter how many men they had the pleasure to witness being raped.

"No! No!" James wailed, now truly hysterical.

And Glennis smiled, because she understood his reaction so well. It had been one kind of nightmare to have a dick inside him. But it was hell of another magnitude to feel that dick sliding in and out of his body, to know that he was being fucked. That a man was fucking him, and he was powerless to stop it. Glennis licked her lips. It was so delicious.

Carter gripped James' hips, leaving marks, as he viciously pounded into him.

"Uuuunh! Uuuuuhn! Uuuuuhn!" The same breathless sound was forced out of James with every cruel thrust.

Glennis could tell from the look on Carter's face that he was focused on punishing James as brutally as he could. She might have been annoyed by that after his promise to bring James off, but then again, he was putting on one of the best performances she had ever seen. It gave her the patience she might not ordinarily have had.

And happily, Carter did not let her down. After more punishment than Glennis would have thought James could take, after Carter had broken him down completely, after James was sobbing and begging for mercy in a constant flood of pitiful little noises, Carter changed the angle of penetration, slowed down his thrusts, made each stroke long and deep.

Gradually, the sounds streaming out of James began slowly to change. The wails became less shrill. Some of the tension left James' body. The wails turned into groans. His cock twitched and got harder. And then the groans became lower and throatier, until they were indistinguishable from moans of pleasure.

This, finally, was what Glennis had been waiting for. She perched on the edge of her seat, her attention glued to every movement, every sound.

Carter moved rhythmically, almost seductively. James moaned louder. She watched him sway on his feet, and then his hips began to move, pushing back against Carter, taking his dick deeper, fucking him back. He grew more frenzied, until his body seized and he climaxed, long, stringy ribbons of come arcing through the air.

Everyone in the audience gasped in delighted surprise in the same instant. James stared down at his cock as if it were something foreign to him, something that had betrayed him. And then, his face warmed with shame. He'd had an orgasm from being raped, and there were over a hundred witnesses to that fact, not to mention a video record.

It was one of the most exquisite moments of Glennis' life.

She would have been satisfied if that were the end of it. But Carter had other plans. He kept up the stimulation, in and out, in and out, hitting James' prostate with every stroke, if the rapidity with which his cock began to fill again was any indication. Soon enough, he was fully erect once more, gasping, his mouth trembling, with lust now, rather than fear. He moaned like the whore Glennis had always known he could be and vigorously rocked back on Carter's cock. It wasn't too long before he came again.

His orgasm took everything out of him. He hung heavily from the ropes, barely able to hold up his own weight. His head sagged, and he clearly believed it was over. So did everyone in the audience. So did Glennis, for that matter. But Carter began to thrust again.

"Uuuuuhn!" James groaned in exhaustion.

And yet, he still couldn't help his body's reaction, supercharged as it was by the drug he'd been given. Carter worked him intently, and he got hard yet again.

"Please!" he begged.

Clearly, he wanted to come, one last time, and have it over with. But Carter was coy. He would bring James to the edge and then back off. He did it over and again. Glennis was frankly amazed by his stamina. She wondered what other kinds of medical procedures he'd undergone to manage such a feat.

James tried to thrust back to get the stimulation he needed, but Carter held his hips firmly and controlled his movement.

"Come on!" James urged.

But Carter continued to tease him.

"Let me come!" James yelled.

Carter responded by slowing down his strokes even more.

James' voice grew whiny and wheedling. "I need to co-o-ome!"

Carter didn't answer, and he didn't give James what he wanted, either. And finally Glennis understood what he was doing. It was a gift, just for her.

"Do it. God. Just do it."

James was growing more urgent. His cock was a desperate looking purple.

But Carter refused to give him the satisfaction he craved.

"FUCK ME!" James finally screamed at the top of his lung. "GOD, JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!"

Carter smile at her, and Glennis felt the tingle all over her body. Then Carter honored James' wishes and began to fuck him hard.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me," James chanted, meeting every stroke with a backward thrust of his own hips.

Astonishingly, he came for the third time. Carter continued to fuck, wildly, changing the angle to inflict pain once more.

"Aaaaagh! Aaaaagh!" James yelled out.

Carter grew increasingly frenzied, until he froze and then lurched forward one last time, pushing as deeply as he could into James' body. James' face showed the most profound disbelief as Carter pumped him full of come. This was always Glennis' favorite part, the moment she counted as the true defloration, even more so than the initial penetration, the moment when a man discovered what it felt like to have semen spurting inside him. The shock on James' face was quickly followed by horror, disgust, self-loathing.

And Glennis let out her breath. Finally, she had what she wanted.

Carter pulled out, none too gently. James howled in pain. A trickle of blood and a stream of come ran down his legs. This broke the spell of silence. The audience erupted into wild cheering. Carter pulled his robe back on, bowed magnanimously and strolled off the stage while James wept.

Glennis got up and went to instruct her staff.

"Let him down," she told Corrine. "Gently."

Corrine unfastened the rope and slowly began to lower it. Bradshaw helped hold James up James since he was not very steady on his feet. After Corrine finished with the rope, she unfastened the cuffs from around James' wrists and took them off. Bradshaw let him go. James sank to the floor, curled into a fetal position and sobbed like a child.

"What should we do with him?" Bradshaw asked.

"Leave him here," she said. "The guests will enjoy seeing this, too. And it will give James time to think about what happened here on this stage. What he became. How much he enjoyed it. How many more times he's going to do this in the future."

James' shoulders shook with the force of his grief.

Glennis left him huddled there and went back to her guests. She was the hostess, after all.

Glennis knew better than to get involved with Carter again. Of course, she did. But there was just something about him. There always had been.

Maybe it was the way he always asked so sweetly to be allowed into her bed. Or that he knew exactly how she liked to be touched. Or that he would kiss her breasts just so and find that place on her neck that drove her completely crazy and whisper all the right things in her ear. Maybe it was that he never tried to dominate her in bed. He always let her ride him in her own rhythm, kissing her hungrily as she moved over him, his hand insinuating itself between their bodies, stroking her hotly, making her tremble.

Or maybe it was just that he'd put on such a good show with James that she really did want to reward him.

In the end, it didn't really matter why. It didn't even matter that she should have known better. She had wanted him, and she was never one to deny herself.

She gripped his shoulders and began moving faster, harder. He stared up at her, and the look in his eyes-- well, she couldn't look away. And that was what made Carter so dangerous. He was the only man she ever made love with. All the rest was either just sex or business. It was no wonder she could never stay with him, no matter how well things seemed to be going. This ridiculous entanglement with him turned her into-- well, a big sap, to be honest. Her! A Fury. It was intolerable. Really.

Except...

Well, it was also very, very good. There was no pleasure quite like having him inside her, his hands stroking and arousing her, knowing that he was the only one who really saw her, who truly understood what she was.

"Glennis," he moaned needily.

She loved that she could make him sound like that. She loved that he never called her by that ridiculous nickname while they were making love, always by her given name. She adored the way her name sounded when he was breathy and wild with desire for her.

She was close to coming again. He'd already brought her to orgasm three times. She had been a little worried at first about his recent augmentation and how it might affect their sex life. Frankly, he was pretty monstrous, and she hadn't know if it would be too much, if it would be painful. Happily, though, it was just enough to enhance their lovemaking, not detract from it. In fact, she couldn't remember when she'd been so satisfied.

She caressed his face, brushed his hair off his forehead and kissed him. His clear grey eyes were serious, passionate, without the least trace of his usual irony. He was always different in bed, and for some reason that always moved her. She was certain he never stopped being sarcastic for anyone else.

He buried his face between her breasts and whispered against her skin, "I love you."

He always said that when they made love, although he never mentioned it any other time. Still, it was more than she had ever been able to manage, with anyone.

He began doing a little trick with his fingers, his special move. It sent sparks from her pussy all the way up her spine, the way it always did.

"Oh, God!" she gasped.

"Come for me, baby," he said.

She threw her head back and did just that, waves of hot pleasure rocking her body. She felt him surging beneath her, his cock swelling inside her, and despite the condom separating them, she knew that he, too, was climaxing.

When she regained her senses, she carefully rolled off him, and he disposed of the condom. He collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. She curled up against his back and pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

"You know I don't actually expect you to pay for James," she told him.

Carter rolled over to face her. "That's sweet, Glennie," he said. "But keep the money. Really. Save some missing and exploited children on me."

She smiled. "I'm sure that's at the top of the list of things you care about."

"I care," he insisted.

"Uh-huh," she said and started laughing.

He pinched her nipple. "I do, so don't be a bitch."

"I believe you. Really." She laughed so hard she was out of breath.

"I don't fuck kids, Glennis. I'm not one of those."

His tone was serious, and he was obviously offended. Her amusement dissolved.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. Don't get mad. Please."

"I realize that I can be one mean son of a bitch when I'm working on a project. But I never hurt innocent people."

"I know that, Carter. God. When did my opinion start mattering so much, anyway?"

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. "Your opinion has always mattered to me."

She sighed heavily and let her head fall against his shoulder. "No wonder we never make it. One night, and we're already jumping to the wrong conclusions."

"Maybe the trick is to stay together for more than one night. See if things improve with age."

She bit him playfully on the shoulder. "Don't be a wise ass."

He laughed. "But you love me that way."

"You sound rather sure of yourself."

"Oh, I am. About this anyway."

"I don't know why I put up with you."

"And yet you continue to. Hence my cocky sense of confidence." He grinned, that mischievous smile of his that always meant she was losing the battle.

She sighed heavily. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do with you."

"We could play twenty questions," he suggested.

"Oh, Carter, please."

"Seriously."

She rolled her eyes. "Why not a game of charades?"

"I get to go first."

"I never agreed to this."

"But you know you will. I'll wear you down eventually. So why not just give in graciously? I know you don't do it that often, but you're really quite sexy when you do."

"God. You are just incorrigible. I never should have slept with you."

"Too late. Now for my question. Why is this thing with James so personal?"

She snorted with disdain. "That's not how you play twenty questions."

"Sure, it is."

"No, it's not."

"So tell me anyway."

"What?"

"Why is it so personal with him?"

"Who?"

Carter sighed. "You know who."

"It's not personal. It's business. You should know that better than anyone."

"Yes, I do know. I know you. So don't try to bullshit me."

She crossed her arms over her chest, really beginning to regret letting her needs overrule her better judgment.

"All right," she conceded. "So there's some history there. So what?"

"So what, indeed."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.

"It means you could tell me what he did to you."

"But then I'd have to kill you," she said teasingly, trying to distract him, trying to get him to quit asking questions she had no intention of answering.

"I wish you wouldn't do that."

"What?"

"Or that."

She sighed heavily. "It's not like you've ever confided in me, either. You've never told me why you get off on raping cops so much."

"Mmm. That's true. Because you don't care."

"How do you know that?"

He smiled at her patiently, the way he might treat a child, and for a moment, she really thought she was going to have to strangle him.

"Because I know you, baby," he said. "History is not your favorite subject. Unless, of course, it has to do with some project you're working on."

"Maybe you don't know me quite as well as you think," she said.

He scooted his body into a sitting position, resting his back against the headboard. "So are you saying you do want to hear about it?"

"Do you want to tell me while we're fighting?"

He grinned. "We're always fighting, baby."

She rubbed her hands over her face, feeling tired, the high from her orgasms completely gone now.

"I want you to tell me," she finally said. "As long as you won't have to kill me afterwards."

He smiled. "I won't have to kill you," he said.

She looked him in the eye. She couldn't help feeling she owed him that. "So what happened?" she asked.

He took a deep breath. "Well-- I guess the first thing I should say is that Carter is not my real name."

"Oh?"

"I stopped using my real name a long time ago. Because it also happens to be the name of one of the largest organized crime families in the country."

"You're in the mob?" she asked, genuinely surprised.

"Actually, not. That's the irony of the story. My father got killed when I was just a kid, a hit by a rival group, so my grandfather decided to keep me out of the family business altogether. I never had anything to do with the things my grandfather was involved in. And they knew that."

"Who?"

"The cops. I was seventeen, and they were really desperate to get something on my grandfather. So they pulled me over on some bullshit traffic violation and hauled me downtown. Booked me, threw me into lockup. To try to force information out of the old man."

"Assholes."

"Yeah." He laughed humorlessly. "Then some of them thought it would be a real kick if they spread the word, the lie, that I got busted for molesting kids. They arranged it so the paperwork on my case went missing. My grandfather wasn't able to get me out until the next day."

"Oh, God, Carter."

"They even watched, the bastards. They stood on the other side of the bars and laughed and cheered while every con in there took his turn. When they knew good and well I hadn't done anything."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. I took care of them later, the ones who arranged it and the ones who watched."

"I should hope so."

"They're the only ones I didn't let go afterwards. They're all in the Middle East now, serving as eunuchs to some Sultan or the other."

"Did you cut them yourself?"

He nodded grimly. "That was satisfying. To first take their balls and then their cherries."

"I really am so sorry," she said.

He shrugged. "You get over it. You get on with life."

"I guess."

"You're frowning," he noted.

"I--"

But there wasn't anything to say. She hugged him, hard.

"Hey," he said, stroking her hair. "Hey, it's all right."

"No, it's not," she said, tightening her grip on him.

He laughed softly.

"What could possibly be funny?" she asked.

"No. Not funny. It's just-- I guess I was wrong. I guess you do care after all."

"I hope you're not going to be a jerk about it," she said against his cheek.

"I won't be. I promise."

"Good." She held him a moment longer, then let him go and settled onto the bed beside him.

"I really am over it," he told her.

"Then why are still taking revenge on cops?"

He shook his head. "I don't know exactly. I guess I just like giving bad cops what they've got coming. The power of it. The righteousness. You know how that is."

She nodded. She knew very well.

"After I bust their asses, I always let them go," he said. "Not because I'm merciful. But so I can watch what happens next. Watch them try to pretend like nothing's wrong because they're too ashamed to admit they let down their guard and got butt fucked against their will. They always try to get on with life like everything's normal, only they can't, because they're not really men any more, not the way they see things. It doesn't take long for them to self-destruct. And I enjoy that. I really enjoy watching them lose everything, including their last shred of self-respect. It's like a calling I have or something."

"I know exactly what you mean."

He smiled. "I know you do. That's why we fit together so well. I have the feeling we're a lot alike."

She froze, suddenly feeling sick to her stomach. He was very clever. She couldn't be certain he hadn't made his little confession on purpose, to trick her into admitting something she had no intention of admitting, to him or anyone else, now or ever.

"Yes, well. We do have similar interests and tastes," she said, in her most impersonal tone.

She crawled over him and got up from the bed. She reached for her robe, slid into it and pulled the belt tightly around her waist.

"What just happened here?" Carter asked, sounding both confused and disappointed.

"Nothing. I've just got a busy day ahead of me tomorrow."

"So that's it, huh? That's all you can handle. Ten minutes of intimacy."

"Don't, Carter. I'm not in the mood."

"I'll never know how you do it, how you can just turn off like that."

"Maybe you should go."

"Because you need to rest up for tomorrow. We wouldn't want you to be tired for all those big plans you have for James."

She tightened her jaw. She hated hearing the sarcasm back in his voice.

"It's my job," she said. "It's important to me. You know that."

"So what is the next step?"

She sighed. "I don't see the point--"

"I'm curious," he said. "Humor me."

"I convince him he wanted and even enjoyed everything that just happened to him. And then we get him started turning tricks."

"Well, that does sound like fun."

"It's just business as usual," she said, defensively.

They both went silent. It was tense and awkward.

Finally, Carter said in a soft, conciliatory voice, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't."

He shook his head. "I wonder when you're going to learn you can't lie to me."

"And I wonder when you're going to learn that you don't know me better than I know myself."

He looked at her for a moment, an expression on his face she didn't know how to interpret. "Well, I suppose I'll get dressed and see myself out." He gathered up his clothes and headed for the bathroom.

At the door, he turned back to her. "Thanks for the wonderful evening," he said.

"Shouldn't you really be thanking James?" she asked.

He shook his head. "No. He was just a means to an end. And I think you know that."

He closed the door, and a moment later, she heard the water running in the sink. She felt more sad than she could remember, and she didn't even have the luxury of blaming it on Carter. After all, she really should have known better.

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