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Subject: {ASSM} Revenge, pt. 2 (MF, MM, Fdom, bd, fist, cbt, best, mutilation)
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(Revenge of a Modern Day Fury, Part Two)

Needless to say, Glennis had not forgotten him. And
yet, she did actually believe that people could
change. He was her first, as imperfect as it had been.
So there was a part of her that hoped he'd reformed
entirely. A part of her dearly wished he had a wife he
worshipped and four children he lived for, that he
would never consider being unfaithful, most certainly
not with the working girls he swept off the streets
every night. Even Furies had some capacity for
forgiveness, and she was willing to give him another
chance, if he deserved it. 

So she planned a test for him.

One Friday night, she put on one of her sleeker
outfits, a deceptively simple black dress,  perfectly
cut, with that special sheen all painfully expensive
things have. She left her hair down, flowing straight
down her back like a soft curtain. She pursed her lips
and applied her lipstick, the same shade of red she
had worn back then. When she glanced in the mirror one
last time, it was as if she had become that younger
self again, as if there had been no passage of time.
It was true what they said. Money really was the
fountain of youth.

James had come up in the world since she had known
him. He had advanced in rank, and so he no longer
worked the streets and the neighborhood dives.
Nowadays, he plotted elaborate stings on illegal
pornography operations, went undercover to bust up
pedophile networks. Her sources had funneled him
information about a new high-class prostitution
operation, and he was, even at the moment, figuring
out how to bring it down.

The penthouse arranged by her sources was comfortable
and well- appointed, a believable venue for the
upscale flesh trade.  

"Thank you for coming," she greeted the other women
who had been hired to help her carry out the little
charade. "Please, get ready. Our visitor should be
here soon."

The women, also fashionably dressed, took places on
the various divans and love seats, lounging with
casual, erotic grace. One went behind the bar and
began to mix martinis. Another sat down at the piano
and played. 

The bell rang. Glennis smiled.

"We're on," she said.

She opened the door, and there he was, James, still
looking as handsome as she remembered him, perhaps
even more so. Only now did she realize what a rookie
he must have been back then. He couldn't be any older
than his early forties now.

"Mr. Henderson?" she said, in her most polite
good-hostess voice.

"That's me."

"Do come in."

She stepped aside, and he swept past her.

"Mmm. Mmm. Mmm," he said in appreciation as he
surveyed the room.

On cue, the women all smiled and waved and said hello.

"It's so lovely to meet you all," he said.

"I hope you don't mind that I've asked some friends
over," she said, coquettishly.

"Of course, not. I thank you for introducing me to
such lovely ladies. I believe our mutual friend
mentioned how much I enjoy meeting new people."

It amused her, his put-on chivalry, his faux
sauveness. The James she remembered wasn't nearly so
subtle. But she enjoyed his act. It made for a more
interesting dance.

"Indeed, he did. Let me take your coat and get you a
drink. Do sit down. I'm sure you'd like to get to know
my friends better."

He smiled, and there was a carnality in the expression
that she remembered all too well. 

"You read my mind," he told her.

She took care of his coat  and motioned the girl over
with a drink. James was soon surrounded by women, all
chatting and flirting with him.

When she caught his eye, she asked, "Are you making
new friends?"

"So many," he said and laughed.

"Do you have a favorite?"

"It's hard to choose."

She smiled. "That's the secret to throwing a
successful party. Only invite fascinating people."

He nodded. "And you've certainly succeeded wonderfully
here. It's just-- "

"Yes?"

"I think what I'd really like is a tour of the place
from the lady of the house. Would that be possible?"

She tilted her head flirtatiously. "Not just possible,
but a pleasure."

He stood up. "Ladies. Thank you for the drink and the
conversation. Will you excuse me please?"

The girls smiled and giggled and winked at him.

Glennis took his arm and led him to the stairs. "Let's
start with the second floor."

"That sounds like an excellent idea."

Upstairs, she guided him down the hall to one of the
bedrooms. She opened the door and motioned him inside.
The room was filled with antique furniture and
precious object d'art. "As you can see, we have many
lovely things here."

"You certainly do." His eyes travelled sensually over
her body.

"Would you like to make yourself more comfortable?"

He hesitated. "I was hoping--"

She arched an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"To see your office. There's little I find more
fascinating than a woman of business."

"Interesting."

"Is it out of the question?"

She smiled. "Nothing is out of the question here.
That's our allure." She held out her hand to him.
"It's just down the hall."

He laced his fingers through hers. "Thank you for
indulging me."

She led him to the other end of the hall, their hands
still entwined. She unlocked the door, and they both
went inside.

"Well, here it is."

He glanced around the room. "Nice," he said.

She tilted her head, letting her long hair fall across
her cheek. "I'm so glad you approve."

"So, we're in the office," he said. "Shall we talk
business?"

"I thought our mutual friend would have filled you in
on the terms."

"Oh, he did. Of course. But I always like to confirm
the details of a deal. It's a habit you acquire when
you've run a company as long as I have."

"Of course," she said, leaning against the edge of
desk. "It's a thousand. For an hour. It's twenty
thousand for the night. Other arrangements can be
negotiated as needed."

"And that's for any of the girls?"

'Whoever pleases you."

He came nearer. "What about the lady of the house?"

She laughed. "When there are all those beautiful girls
waiting downstairs, just hoping you'll crook your
little finger at them?"

"I am a connoisseur, you know. I can always spot the
most exquisite treasure. And I always get what I
want."

"Indeed? Well, I feel certain we can reach an
agreement then. As long as money is no object, of
course."

"Of course," he said and slipped his hand into his
inside coat pocket.

"We usually deal in electronic transfers," she said,
innocently.

He pulled out his I.D. and flashed it at her. "I'm
afraid in this case you're going to be dealing in
prison time."

She pursed her lips. "Busted."

He laughed. "Well, at least you're a good sport about
it." He took out his handcuffs.

"Is that completely necessary?"

"It's procedure."

She fixed him with a sultry look and lowered her
voice. "That's not what I asked."

Hesitation flickered across his face. "I suppose there
are other ways."

"Something that will make this go away, I hope."

"You'd have to make me an offer," he said.

"You'll want money, of course."

"Of course." He smiled and took a step closer. "But
I'd need other considerations as well." He ran one
finger lightly down her bare arm. "Do you think we
could work something out?"

"I don't see why not. I suppose you'll need my full
cooperation?"

He laughed. "Well, now that you mention it--"

"I live to please," she told him, and then she twined
her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

He boosted her up, so that she was sitting on the edge
of the desk. He nudged her knees apart and moved to
stand between them. She could feel his hard on pressed
against her panties. He kissed her breathlessly and
reached behind her to unzip her dress. He pushed aside
the silk and the straps of her bra and kissed the
swells of her breasts.

"I'll need to see you often," he said, his voice
whispering across her skin.

"Oh, you will. Don't worry," she said, eyes closed,
head tilted back. 

She ruffled the hair at the nape of his neck and then
kissed him. 

"You're so beautiful," he said, against her mouth.

"You always say that," she said, smiling with
amusement. 

"What?" he asked, smiling back at her. 

She brushed her fingers across his lips. He sucked
them in.

Then he frowned. "What the hell?"

"Hugo!" she called.

The detective reeled on his feet, pressing heavily
against her. "Wha-- hell you do to me--"

He collapsed, just as her assistant arrived to catch
him.

"Get him out here," she said.

He nodded and hoisted the limp man over his shoulder.

Glennis reached back and rezipped her dress. She
carefully smoothed her skirt. She took a tissue from
the box sitting on the desk and wiped her lips. She
never wore red lipstick anymore.

***

It was really quite a pleasure to watch James as he
slept off the drug she'd slipped him, his face relaxed
and peaceful, his lithe, naked body sprawled
unselfconsciously on the silk sheets of her bed.
Glennis stood at the foot board and surveyed him. She
had not had the luxury of looking at him all those
years ago. Now she took her time and enjoyed it. 

And it had been worth the wait. He was beautiful,
broad shoulders and narrow waist, slim hips and
powerful thighs, muscular but not grotesquely
overdeveloped. It was the body of a natural athlete,
not a gym junkie. This didn't surprise her. She
remembered how effortlessly he had lifted her, how
rock solid his arms and shoulders had been as she'd
hung on to him for dear life. It was not surprising
either that he was unusually well-endowed, that he had
the genitals of a god, in fact, large, well-shaped
balls hanging heavily between his legs, long, thick
penis resting lazily against his thigh. No wonder
she'd bled so much.

As she appraised his anatomy, she felt something
uneasy stir in the pit of her stomach. If she were
really honest with herself, she had to admit that she
had imagined him here, not drugged of course, but
sleeping, sated after a long night of lovemaking. She
would lie in her bed at night, more times than she
cared to count, and imagine him touching her, not the
way it had been in the alley, but the way a real lover
would, gently, to arouse and please her. At times, her
fantasies threatened to blot out the memory of the
actual experience, for a few moments at least. 

Nothing like this had ever happened to her before.
She'd always pursued her duties as a Fury with
single-minded zeal. Even with her former boss, she'd
maintained a completely professional detachment. But
with James, she occasionally found herself losing
focus. It was enough to cause a Fury to color with
shame.

Still, she understood human nature well enough to
realize that no one could help what they wanted. She
couldn't and James couldn't. And that's how she would
own him, through that gorgeous, insatiable cock of
his. Control a man's dick, after all, and you could
control everything else about him, too. And what had
ever been simpler than controlling a man's dick? That
wouldn't change, no matter what kind of concentration
problems she was having.

James stirred restlessly in his sleep and moaned
softly. 

"Bradshaw," she called to her assistant.

The man materialized in the doorway. "Yes, madam?"

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes, madam."

"I think we should start then. Have him moved to one
of the training rooms."

"Yes, madam. Right away."

"Call me when he wakes."

"Of course."

Glennis took one last look at James before leaving him
in Bradshaw's capable hands. It would not be long now,
not long at all until she began to exact her
well-deserved revenge.

***

As it happened, Glennis didn't need Bradshaw to inform
her when James regained consciousness. She heard him
bellowing quite clearly from several corridors away.
It made her smile. James really did have quite a
colorful vocabulary.

Bradshaw met her outside the training room.

"I believe you can hear that he's awake," Bradshaw
said dryly.

"Indeed," she said, bemused. "Is he restrained?"

"Of course."

"Has his situation been explained to him?"

"I thought you might prefer to do that yourself. If
not, of course I'll be happy to--"

She waved her hand. "No, you were right. I would like
to see to it myself. Let's begin, shall we?"

"Of course."

She opened the door and went inside. Bradshaw
followed. James lay strapped to an examining table. He
was still nude and his feet had been shackled. His
wrists were cuffed to a belt that circled his waist.
The belt was padlocked for complete security. 

Adrenaline flared in Glennis' veins, the dizzying rush
of power, more transcendent than any religious
experience, more addictive than any drug. This, at
last, was what she'd been waiting to feel, the sense
of domination she appreciated so much. Earlier in her
bedroom, she'd been fighting the pull of the personal,
and that had been profoundly disconcerting. But here
she was on familiar terrain, the ground solid beneath
her feet, nothing confusing or doubtful. Here it was
all pure and professional, the uncomplicated arena of
crime and punishment, the domain where Furies ruled. 

James craned his neck to see who had come into the
room. His eyes turned hot and furious when he saw her.


"You!" he said. "You are in seriously deep shit here,
lady. You're guilty of assaulting and kidnapping a
police officer. Do you have any idea how much time
you're going to do for that? Release me right now, and
maybe you'll get out prison before you're on social
security."

She had to admire him. It was a fine effort, trying to
pit his bravado against her power. But she could see
everything he so desperately wanted to hide with his
he-man act. She knew how profoundly disturbed he was
to have awoken naked and immobilized in a room full of
people who were all staring at him. This was the very
essence of vulnerability, to have control of one's
body taken away, to be unable to cover one's
nakedness, to feel sexually at risk. 

He knew they could do anything to him. And it
petrified him. And that excited her.

She smiled at him. "I really don't think you're in
much of a position right now to be making threats or
demands, do you, Detective Henderson?"

"You're nuts! What you do think you're going to
accomplish with this?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe teach you a
lesson?"

"Let me GO!" 

James struggled furiously, his face turning bright red
with exertion. But the restraints were fool proof.
Glennis and her staff had perfected them through years
of trial and error.

"This really is pointless, you know," she told him.

"Bitch!"

He continued to thrash.

"Okay, so fight all you want. Exhaust yourself
completely," she said. "If that's what you need to do.
When you're ready to calm down and listen like a
reasonable person, I'll be back."

She started to go.

"No! Wait."

She turned around.

"Yes?" she said.

"What do you want?" His voice grew more conciliatory.
"Just tell me, okay? You want me to make this
investigation go away. No problem. You want me to
protect your operation. You got it. Anything. Just let
me off this table, okay?"

She titled her head, as if considering his request.
"Mmm, no. I won't let you off the table just yet. But
I will be happy to explain your situation, if you're
ready to pay attention and not interrupt. Do you think
you can do that, Detective?"

"You realize you're not going to get away with this,
don't you?"

"Oh, Detective, I get away with this kind of thing all
the time. It's one of the perks of being the third
richest woman in the world. Now are you ready to
listen to what I have to say?"

He glared at her insolently.

"Should I take that as a yes?"

"*Yes*," he finally said, angrily.

She smiled sweetly. "Good. Then I should tell you that
you've been brought here to my private estate. This is
where you'll remain until I'm done with you, *if* I'm
ever done with you."

"You can't *do* that," he said, looking at her as if
she'd just sprouted a second head. "You can't just
keep people against their will."

"Oh, but I can. Now I'm sure you're plotting all kinds
of ways to escape even as I'm standing here explaining
all this to you. Let me save you the trouble. It won't
work. No one has ever escaped. There are all kinds of
elaborate security measures between here and the
outside. And even if you were to make it that far, the
grounds are protected by armed guards. And even if you
were to get by them, every employee who works for me
knows there will be an extra special bonus for them if
they bring back a runaway subject."

"Who the hell *are* you?" he asked.

She ignored his question. "But let's suppose you do
somehow make it off my property. The estate is
surrounded on all sides by swamp land. It's virtually
impassible, even to people who have a clue where they
are, which you of course don't. Not to mention that
it's crawling with alligators on the lookout for their
next meal, and you'd certainly make a tasty treat. But
then even if by some miracle you did make it through
the swamp and managed to stumble your way into town,
you'd simply be brought back here by the sheriff's
department or one of the town's fine, upstanding
citizens, all of whom make it a point to stay in my
good graces."

"You don't own everyone," he insisted. "You don't own
*me*."

She patted him on the shoulder as if he were a
slow-witted child. "The point is that you will not be
leaving here any time soon. And if you're smart, and I
know you are, you'll make your peace with your new
life and be as cooperative as possible. That way
everything will go much easier for you, and Bradshaw
here won't be forced to resort to any brutish measures
while he helps you learn your new station in life."

"My station? What the hell?"

"Oh, yes, James. I told you that you were going to be
taught a lesson. You've been such a naughty boy. It's
time you had a taste of your own medicine."

"You know you really are one crazy bitch."

"Such a gutter mouth. You've been on the streets too
long, James. You've picked up far too many bad habits
out there."

"It's not too late for you. You can still get out of
this. Just let me go. I won't say a word to anyone. I
swear. It'll be our secret."

"Secrets. Mmm." She nodded. "That's what it's really
all about, isn't it?" She leaned closer. "You see, I
already know your secrets, James. I know how you use
your position of authority and trust to exploit
people, how you just take whatever you want, in the
name of the law. But I'm going to help you see the
error of your ways. I'm going to help you make
restitution."

"Look, what happened back at that condo, it was all
just a fluke. I swear, I've never--"

She laughed and shook her head. "You really don't
remember me, do you? I guess I shouldn't be
surprised."

He frowned, obviously confused, clearly not able to
place her.

"Don't overtax yourself," she told him. "You'll figure
it out eventually. But needless to say, I *know* you
make it a habit to force yourself on the unlucky
working girls you happen to catch."

"That's what this is all about? Look, I don't know who
you are or what you think I'm guilty of. But I always
gave every girl I was with a choice. They *wanted* it.
 Hell, that's what they *do*. They fuck. And you can
damn well bet they got off on it. So just undo these
straps, and I'll be on my way."

"That's a very interesting theory you have there,
James. So you think it's a perfectly fair choice,
having to decide between being locked up or fucked
over?"

James snorted. "*Yeah.* Otherwise, they would have
just gone to jail. I gave them a *chance.*"

"Hmm. Well, we'll see if you change your mind about
that once the shoe's on the other foot. Anyway, I was
explaining the rules. And this is the most important
part. So listen carefully. There will be some things
you'll be asked to do. *Asked.* Of course, you will
always be free to say no. On the other hand, there
will be the occasional thing that I'll *tell* you to
do. In those cases, you will promptly obey, or you
*will* be punished."

"What the hell-- I'm a *cop.* And there's such a thing
as the law."

She sighed. "Try to keep up, James. You *were* a cop.
Now you're mine. And I can do with you as I please.
 From now on, as far as you're concerned, I *am* the
law. " She took a deep breath. "Now, I'm not one who
actually enjoys meting out punishment, as so many
others do. For me, it's always a last resort, when
more reasonable methods fail. Make no mistake, though.
I won't tolerate any rebelliousness, and the penalty
for disobedience is quite harsh."

"You lay a hand on me, and I'll fucking kill you!"

"You think?" She smiled. "But, you know, let me show
you what I mean by punishment. A picture really is
worth a thousand words, as they say. Bradshaw, could
you bring in Kenny, please?"

"Of course, madam." 

Bradshaw left the room and returned a few moments
later with another subject in tow, a dark-haired young
man, nude and shackled, with a sulky expression on his
face.

"Ah, Kenny," she said to him. "You're not looking very
happy."

Kenny's lip trembled, but he made no response.

"But you have learned your lesson, haven't you?" she
said, caressing his cheek.

He nodded, his eyes down cast.

Glennis turned back to James. "You see, Kenny comes
from a very privileged background. He's been used to
having his way in most everything. A little too used
to it, I'm afraid. Other people's rights, not to
mention their feelings, never meant very much to him,
and he was really quite a bad boy. But whenever he got
caught, his father would just use his money and
influence to get him off. So he was able to rape
pretty much with impunity. I guess it's no wonder that
he really had some adjustment problems when he arrived
here. He hit one of his trainers and tried to run
away. Two strikes against him, I'm afraid. And the
penalty-- Well, Kenny, why don't you come stand by
James and let him see for himself what the penalty
was."

Kenny shuffled forward, the metal of his shackles
clanging as he moved. He pressed close to the side of
the examining table, so James could reach him with his
bound hand.

"Okay, James, go ahead."

"Go ahead and what?" James asked, with alarm.

"Touch Kenny's scrotum." 

"Fuck!" James tried to scramble away, unsuccessfully,
his bonds holding him in place.

"Don't get an aneurism. I'm just asking you to--"

"Hey, look, I'm not into that queer shit. I'm not--"

"Just do it," she said, impatiently. "I'm trying to
make a point here. Kenny, move closer so James can
reach."

"I told you--" James started to insist.

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" She forced James' hand open
and pushed Kenny's hips forward. "There. That's what
happens to slaves who act out."

James stared at her in horror, as he felt Kenny's
scrotum. "Oh, my God. His sack. Its--"

"Empty," Glennis finished the sentence for him. "We
castrated him."

"Oh, God," James said, and then he vomited.

Glennis told Bradshaw, "We're finished with Kenny. He
can go. And could you help James get cleaned up?"

"Of course, madam."

Bradshaw motioned for a technician to escort Kenny
from the room. He picked up a basin of soapy water
that was waiting on the counter. They had come to
expect a strong reaction from new subjects hearing the
rules for the first time. He began to mop away the
vomit with a sponge. James was pale, and he shook, as
though in shock.

"So now you've had your warning," Glennis told him.
"From now on, the price for bad behavior is the loss
of a testicle. Make two mistakes, and you'll be a
gelding, just like Kenny."

"You're sick," James said, his voice hoarse, filled
with terror and disgust. 

"No, just practical. You wouldn't believe how
effective a simple threat to a man's balls can be in
gaining his cooperation." And then she laughed. "Well,
maybe you would believe it."

James visibly flinched.

"Oh, don't panic. It's not like I *want* to do
anything to these beauties." She fondled him
appreciatively. "In fact, you just might have the most
gorgeous balls I've ever seen, Detective Henderson, so
large and shapely. Let's be a good boy and make sure
they stay that way, hmm?"

"What do you want from me?"

"You mean you haven't guessed by now? Tsk, tsk,
Detective. I had expected better powers of deduction
than that."

"Just *tell* me."

"I want you to experience what your victims went
through. I want you to know what it's like to be a
whore. Have you ever given a man a blow job, James?"

"Fuck!" James lurched and thrashed at his bonds. "You
bitch! I'll *never* do that. You can't make me!"

"Make you?" She shook her head. "Oh, no. Remember your
own theory, James? That whores willingly choose
everything that happens to them? That they want it,
like it? Even deserve it? You're going to service
clients of your own free will. You're going to beg to
be allowed to suck as many dicks as you can get. And
you're going to tell anybody who'll listen how much
you love it."

"Now I know you're insane."

"Well, we'll just see about that, won't we?" She
motioned to Bradshaw. "Turn him over."

Before James could react, Bradshaw and three other
experienced assistants had flipped him over onto his
stomach and refastened his restraints.

"Fuck! FUCK! Let me up!?"

"Try to calm down, James. You're going to give
yourself a stroke."

Bradshaw snapped on a pair of latex gloves, and the
sound made James jump with alarm.

"What the fuck are you doing? Don't you touch me.
Don't you FUCKING touch me!"

"Just try to relax," she said to him.

Bradshaw squirted some lubricant onto his gloved hand
and squeezed a small dollop of medicated cream onto
his index finger. He parted James' cheeks and began to
push the finger inside him.

"Hey! HEY!" James' face turned scarlet. "Get off me,
faggot! Hey! You hear me? Get your faggot hands off
me!"

Bradshaw ignored him, pushing his finger deeper,
probing for the prostate.

"STOP!" James screamed. "It hurts. It fucking hurts!
Get it out. GET IT OUT!"

James continued to shriek, but Bradshaw just went on
massaging the cream into his prostate. When he was
finished, he withdrew his finger and removed the
gloves.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Glennis said.

James was breathing heavily, his lip trembling.
"Bitch," he muttered.

"Okay, let's turn him back over," she instructed her
team.

The four assistants flipped James over, so that he was
lying on his back once more.

"I feel weird," he complained. "Too hot. What the
hell--"

He sucked in his breath as he grew suddenly and
ferociously erect. The cream they had given him was
twenty times more powerful than Viagra. Glennis could
only imagine that it had never been put on the market
because of the way it had to be administered. She knew
the average man would rather remain impotent than
allow something to be stuck up his butt, even if it
was for medicinal purposes.

"Fuck! What did you *do* to me?" James demanded,
looking down at his rampaging hard on with the
beginning of terror in his eyes.

Glennis loved this part. To make a man hard against
his will was a violation in and of itself, a prelude
to all the other indignities that would follow. No
matter how James might rationalize it--that it was the
drug and he couldn't help his body's reaction--she
knew there was a part of him, somewhere in the back of
his mind, that wondered if someone else could have
resisted, if there was something wrong with him, if
maybe his worst nightmare had just come true and he'd
actually thrown a boner from having his ass fingered. 

"I'm giving you the same kind of choice you gave all
those working girls you hassled over the years," she
told him.

"It hurts! Fuck, it hurts." James desperately tried to
move his hands.

"I'm afraid that's not going to help. You're not going
to be able to touch yourself or rub against anything."

"Help me. Please! God, *do* something."

"I'll be happy to help you, James. Just as soon as you
agree, of your own free will of course, to start
performing fellatio."

"Fucking bitch. I told you. That's *never* going to
happen."

"Never, huh?" She looked down at his red and
enormously swollen cock. "I hope you can hold out that
long." And then she laughed. "Let me know when you
change your mind. Bradshaw's ready when you are to
start teaching you all about the fine art of
cocksucking."

She headed for the door.

"Fuck you!" he screamed

She smiled to herself as she walked down the corridor.

"Fuck you! FUCK YOU!"

She could hear him screaming almost to the next level.
Sometimes being a Fury could be so satisfying.

***
(end Part Two)


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