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Subject: {ASSM} Revenge, pt. 6 (MF, MM, Fdom, bd, fist, cbt, best, mutilation)
Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 08:10:03 -0500
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Revenge of a Modern Day Fury, Pt. 6 of 6
by Mother Kali

Bradshaw and two other assistants undid the fastenings
and helped James out of the swing. Bradshaw took him
into the adjoining bathroom. Glennis could hear the
sound of water running in the sink. When they
returned, James had been well scrubbed, and he smelled
of sandalwood, her favorite scent. Bradshaw always
thought of everything.

"All right," she said. "Show James the way to my
room."

Bradshaw nodded and escorted James out to the hallway.
She let them go ahead of her, so she could enjoy
watching the movement of James' muscular buttocks as
he walked. He limped a little, and she knew his ass
must be sore.

When they got to her room, Bradshaw turned down the
bed and instructed James to lie on his back.

Then he turned to her. "You'll need these," he said,
handing her the key to James' chastity belt.

She smiled. "Thank you."

He nodded and closed the doors behind him as he left.

Glennis went to kneel on the bed beside James. "Are
you ready to get this thing off your cock?"

He nodded eagerly, and she smiled.

"Okay, baby. Here we go, then." She fitted the key
into the lock and freed James' trapped penis.

He groaned in relief and immediately reached for
himself. He was already half hard. 

She batted his hand away. "Don't be silly. You know
you're not allowed to touch yourself."

He made a pitiful sound in the back of his throat, and
his eyes pleaded with her to do *something* to ease
his arousal. 

She bent over, pressed a kiss to the crease of his
thigh and whispered against his soft, hairless skin.
"Soon. I promise. You'll come so hard the world will
go gray." 

She got off the bed. He moaned needily.

"Just watch," she told him. "I'm going to put on a
little show for you, baby."

She moved to the foot of the bed. His eyes greedily
followed her. She slowly pulled the silk blouse from
the waistband of her skirt, eased open each button,
let the blouse slide from her shoulders and flutter to
the floor.

James' eyes grew huge, and they didn't stray from her
for a single second. She wasn't sure his blink reflex
was even still working.

She turned around, so he could watch as she undid the
buttons on her skirt and ever so slowly slid down the
zipper. Her hips swayed as she pushed the fabric down
over her hips, the silk rustling softly as she let the
skirt fall to her ankles. She stepped out of it. James
sucked in his breath. 

"Don't even think about touching yourself," she told
him, not needing to look around to know that he was
reaching for his cock.

He groaned loudly in frustration. She smiled to
herself. This was the elemental power every woman
wielded, to give a man what he needed or to withhold
it, completely at her whim. Glennis found moments like
this oh, so delicious.

"Be a good boy," she told him. "Or you won't get your
reward. You *do* want this, don't you?"

"Yes," he said, his voice thick with lust.

"Good," she said. "Now, watch."

She reached behind her back, unclasped her bra,
removed it and threw it over her shoulder onto the
bed.

"God," James gasped.

"Do you want me to turn around, baby?"

"God, yes."

"Please?"

"Yes. Please. *Please*!"

She smiled at him over her shoulder. "You beg so
prettily, James. How can I ever deny you anything when
you ask so sweetly?"

She turned around and slowly moved toward the bed.
She'd left on her panties, garters, stockings and high
heels. James struck her as the stereotypical sort who
would enjoy that porn film look. If his glittering
eyes and trembling hands were any indication, he did,
in fact, appreciate it. She knelt beside him on the
bed again. She could feel the heat of his breath
against her arm.

"You're so beautiful," he said.

She kissed his ear and whispered, "You say the
sweetest things, James. Every time."

He looked confused. She laughed.

"Never mind, baby."

She leaned over and kissed him. He moaned softly
against her mouth. She deepened the kiss, and he
moaned more urgently. 

"So sweet," she told him.

She pulled back to look at him. His eyes were wide and
dilated with need.

"You want to touch my breasts?" she asked. "You seemed
to like them the last time. You told me I had tits
that just begged to be held. You probably don't
remember that, but you did say it. So why don't you
hold them now, James? Go on." 

He stared up at her, licked his lips and  reached for
her.

"That's it, James. Touch me. Make me feel good." 

And he did, gently, skillfully, cupping her breasts in
his broad palms, skimming the nipples with his thumbs,
making them swell and harden.

"So good," she said, stroking up and down his arms.
"Spread your legs for me, baby. You need to learn to
show yourself off. You don't want to keep your sweet
places hidden. That's what everybody wants to see."

He eagerly obeyed her, without hesitation or protest. 

She smiled broadly. "Oh, yeah, baby. You're so sexy
like that." 

She pressed a kiss to his belly. His muscles trembled
beneath her lips.

"Doesn't it excite you?" she asked. "Even just a
little. To know how hot you can make someone just by
opening your legs for them?"

He blinked at her, lost in a sensual daze, unable to
answer.

She moved down his body, to kneel between his legs. He
began to breathe even harder. She ran her fingers
lightly up his legs, from his ankles to his knees, a
delicate little tease.

"God!" he panted.

She laughed, luxuriating in her command of his body.
This was her element. This was what a Fury lived for.

"Touch me," he begged.

She kissed the insides of his thighs. "Oh, baby. No,"
she said, her mouth against his supple skin, her
breath teasing him. "That's not what we're here for.
Now, what should you be asking me to do to you?"

He colored brightly and ducked his head. But he did
whisper, "Fuck me."

She fondled his thighs and then slid off the bed. A
half-strangled animal sound of protest came out of
him.

"Sshh," she soothed. "I'll be right back."

She picked up the dildo harness and strapped it on.
She lubed the toy cock and brought the tube of slick
stuff back to bed with her. She knelt between James'
thighs again. His cock still rested needily against
his belly. But there was tension in his body that
hadn't been there a moment before. The sight of the
dildo made him nervous. As much as he wanted her, he
couldn't help being afraid of getting fucked.

She stroked her hands over his body reassuringly,
caressing his belly, his hips, his calves and thighs.

"It's okay. It's okay," she kept assuring him.

Gradually, she could feel him relaxing. Soon enough,
his body was trembling with need again. She squirted
some lube onto her fingers and gently began to rub the
outside of his hole. His body clenched involuntarily.

"Just relax," she coaxed. "I'm going to make you feel
good. I promise."

He breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, trying to
calm down. She could feel his buttocks unclench. She
stroked his entrance seductively. 

"Some people think this part of the body is dirty and
disgusting. I bet that's what you think, isn't it,
James? It embarrasses you to have people touch you
down here. But there's nothing dirty about it. Do you
know what connoisseurs compare it to?" She circled his
anus teasingly. "A rosebud. Doesn't that make you feel
pretty, James? Doesn't that make you want to show off
that sweet little place? Hmm, baby? Are you going to
do it for me? Pull your legs back and let me get a
good look at that pretty little rosebud of yours."

He slowly drew his knees up to his chest and held them
there. His gaze never wavered from her, his expression
mesmerized, as he exposed himself to her.

"Oh, yeah, baby," she said, encouragingly. "Such a
sweet little spot. So tender. So responsive."

She pressed a light kiss to his hole. He gasped in
surprised pleasure.

"See how good it can feel?" she asked.

He nodded, his eyes filled with amazement.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about being touched
here," she said, as she began gently working a finger
inside him. "There's nothing wrong with feeling good.
Nothing wrong with giving yourself over to pleasure."

She could feel the heated clench of his muscle around
her finger. He had winced when she'd first penetrated
him, his ass sore from the day's workout. But now he
was staring at her, transfixed, his eyes wide and
bright. She began stroking his passage. The fever in
his expression grew hotter.

"You're luckier than most men," she told him, adding a
second finger. "They never get to experience this.
They live their whole lives terrified of it. They
never realize what a powerful thing it is to be
penetrated."

She felt for his prostate and gently worked it. He
gasped, an expression of rapt ecstasy on his face.

"They don't think it's right for a man to be the one
who's taken," she said, working in yet another finger.
James groaned. "But if it's so wrong, then how come it
feels so good? Why are men's bodies built to get such
intense pleasure from it?" 

She twisted her fingers, playing with his little fuck
button. A jolt of pure electric thrill ran through
James' body. His cock jerked and spat.

"Please," he moaned.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"God. I need-- Please!"

"What do you need, James? All you have to do is ask me
for it." She continued to finger fuck him. "How does
your ass feel, baby?"

James' hands clenched as he held onto his knees,  his
knuckles turning white. "On fire," he said, the
tendons standing out on his neck.

"You want more?"

He nodded, eagerly.

"Tell me."

"I--"

"Just say it."

"I want you to--"

"It's going to feel so good."

"--fuck me. God. Please! Fuck me! *Fuck me*!"

She pulled her fingers out of his body. "Oh, yeah,
baby. All you ever had to do was ask." She positioned
the dildo at his entrance. "Let yourself go, James.
Let me take you."

He pulled her legs further into his chest. "Uuuuunh,
yeah," he moaned. "Please. Take me."

She gently pushed inside. He stopped breathing for a
moment.

"See how sweet surrender can be, James?" She began to
move inside him, slowly, carefully.

"Oh, God," he said, a sensual flush creeping over his
face.

Glennis let the rhythm start to build, moving her hips
just so, to work his prostate with every stroke.

"Oh, God. Oh, *God*!" he panted.

James wiggled his hips, temptation written all over
his face.

"Oh, yes. Yes," she encouraged him. "Move with me,
baby. Fuck me back."

He couldn't restrain himself any longer, couldn't
fight his natural instincts. He began to meet her
thrusts, ardently fucking himself on the dildo that
was stretching his ass, the tip of his pink tongue
peeking out from between his teeth as he grunted with
exertion.

He obviously loved it.

And Glennis knew this was the moment she'd been
waiting for, to have him at her mercy the way she'd
once been at his. Not just to fuck him, but to make
him moan and tremble and burn inside, just the way she
had. 

The very thought of it made her feel like her insides
were liquefying, setting to boil. Every thrust into
James' body sent sparks from her pussy all the way up
her spine. She cupped her breasts, and it felt like
every nerve in her body was superheating.

James puffed and heaved. The sight of her touching
herself nearly undid him. She moved faster inside him.

"Ooooooh!" he yelled out, his face stark with need.

She gripped her breasts harder, fucking him wildly. He
met her thrust for thrust--with equal force, equal
intensity, equal desire. 

"Tell me you love it," she said.

"Oh, God!"

"Tell me."

"S'good," he gasped.

"Tell me."

"I love it," he whispered.

"TELL ME!" she commanded.

"I FUCKING LOVE IT," he screamed. "I LOVE YOU FUCKING
ME. PLEASE. FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! MAKE ME COME!"

She shoved inside him. He bucked and seized, his jaw
clenched, his eyes wide and dazed. And then he
orgasmed, ferociously, his entire body shuddering, his
cock spraying wave after wave of come, splashing his
belly, his arms, chest, face, the sheets, more come
than Glennis thought she'd ever seen before. And there
was the most stunned expression on his face, as if he
couldn't quite believe that this was his body, his
dick. He'd clearly never come like this before, and it
must have been bewildering to him, knowing it was
because he'd just had his ass fucked. 

Glennis felt the hot waves of pleasure building in her
pussy. She knew James' confusion would give way to
shame soon enough when he realized what he'd done,
what he'd said, that there was no drug to blame this
time. She cried out as that image pushed her over the
edge and plunged her into the liquid heat of climax.

When she came back to herself, James was lying
perfectly still, slack-jawed, breathing heavily. She
pulled out. He still didn't move.

"I told you that you'd love it," she said, sliding off
the bed, removing the harness, pulling on her robe.

He didn't answer, but his eyes followed her every
movement. And then she understood. James wasn't sorry.
If she wanted to fuck him again right now, he would
happily spread his legs for her. She had him,
completely. To fuck, to torment, to rule. All hers.

And that had always been her secret wish, her shameful
weakness, this desire to have James a willing,
obedient servant in her bed. Oh, she'd told herself it
was simply a project, just a Fury doing her duty. But
the truth was that her plans for James had always had
more to do with her pleasure than his punishment.
There had always been this picture in the back of her
mind: James, nude, ready to serve, kneeling at her
side as she worked, dined, entertained friends; James,
attending to her needs, smiling up at her with
adoration; James, in her bed, an eager little
plaything, intent upon pleasing her, lying back,
spreading his legs, begging her to use him however she
saw fit.

She vowed one day she'd have him at her mercy.

And now that she did, now that he lay submissive and
come-covered on her silk sheets, she felt the desire
draining away from her. She'd wanted to tame him, to
take his power. And she had. But when she looked at
him, the spark was gone. He wasn't the man he once
was. And that's who she had really wanted all these
years. This sniveling stranger held no attraction for
her.

He stared at her intently as she thought all these
things, his expression beseeching, the message clear.
He wanted her to come back to bed. He was willing to
grovel for it, to do anything to get more of her
kisses, more of her touch. 

She pulled the sheet up from the foot board and
covered him with it. "Go to sleep," she said. "It's
been a big day."

He looked decidedly disappointed.

"Shut your eyes now," she said, in her most soothing
voice.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep. He must
have been exhausted after the day's events. She
watched him in repose, his face relaxed, his body
sprawled. He was still as handsome as ever. He just
wasn't hers anymore.

She showered and changed into clean clothes. Then she
called Bradshaw. She met him outside the door to her
room.

"I have some work to finish up," she told him. "I'll
be in my office. Let James sleep. But when he wakes
up, I want you to take him back to his training room."

Bradshaw nodded. "Very well, madam."

If he felt surprise that she wasn't keeping James with
her for the night, he didn't betray it. Glennis
returned his nod and headed down the hall toward her
office. This was what she always did when things got
confusing. She went back to basics. She concentrated
on being a Fury.

***

Glennis spent a few hours pouring over paperwork. By
the time she returned to her room later that evening,
all traces of James' presence had been removed. The
sheets had been changed and the bed turned back. The
maid had tidied her stack of books on the night stand
and left the bedside lamp turned on for her. Olga knew
she always liked to read before going to sleep.

She undressed, slipped into her night gown, settled
under the covers and picked up the novel she was in
the middle of. She had read a page or two when the
phone rang. 

"Hello?" she said.

"Glennis, don't hang up."

She bit her lip. It was Carter, absolutely the last
person she wanted to talk to right then.

"Glennis? Are you still there?"

"What do you want?" she asked, coldly.

"Just to say I'm sorry."

She snorted.

"Truly," he said.

"Fine. Is that it?"

"Please, don't be like that."

She sighed. Of course, she should have known better
than to hope she could just get him off the phone.

"What you do want from me, Carter?"

"Some candor for a change? Look, I know I upset you
the other night."

"Fine. So you upset me. Happy now?"

"No. But I do appreciate the honesty. And I *am*
sorry."

"Okay," she said, sighing again. "Apology accepted.
And I-- well, I wish-- it had turned out differently,
too."

It was the closest she could come to an apology of her
own. He understood that perfectly well and laughed.
She could just imagine the expression on his face,
that smile of his that was half amusement, half
mockery.

"I was disappointed it didn't last until morning," he
said. "I had some very interesting ideas about how we
could greet the dawn."

She couldn't help smiling. "You do have remarkable
staying power."

"As do you," he said, gallantly.

"Why thank you," she said.

"So how was your day?" he asked.

"Okay."

"Busy?"

"Yeah."

"And how is James coming along? Have you had your
wicked way with him yet?"

She stiffened at the mention of James' name, but she
tried not to let Carter hear it in her voice. "Just a
little while ago, as a matter of fact," she told him.

"How was it?"

"Touching, really," she said, trying to be breezy. "He
grovelled for it, even though he'd already spent all
day taking it up the ass and must have been sore as
hell."

"He will do just about anything to get off, won't he?"

"So it seems."

"You don't sound very excited about it."

"Of course, I am. It's just been a long day."

"That's all?'

"*Yes,*" she snapped. "What did you think?"

"I thought perhaps this pet project of yours wasn't
turning out to be as satisfying as you expected it to
be."

"Don't be ridiculous."

She could feel her throat closing up. This was
precisely why it never worked out between them. Carter
just knew too damned much about her.

"Hmm. Okay, then," he said. "Forget I mentioned it."

"Fine. I will. So what are you doing? Or should I ask
*who* are you doing?"

"A local patrol officer whose idea of helping runaways
is to molest them."

"Sounds worthy of your talents. When is it happening?"

"Tomorrow night."

"A drug and kidnap?"

"Actually, we're going to do him in his patrol car."

"I do hope you're not going to get caught."

"Now who's being ridiculous? You know I never get
caught."

"I'm just saying it sounds riskier than it ought to
be."

"It's not, really. We'll lure him out into the middle
of nowhere with a fake call from an untraceable cell
phone. When he gets there, we'll stun him with a
taser, move him and the car to a secure location. When
he wakes up, he'll find himself naked, gagged and
blindfolded, tied up in the back seat of his own
police cruiser, where he'll spend the next few
memorable hours getting raped by me and several of my
associates."

"Okay, so it does sound well thought out," she
conceded.

"Coming from you, that's high praise."

"I always admire your work. You know that."

"I was thinking of videotaping it this time."

"Really?"

"We wear masks anyway. So protecting our identities
isn't an issue. And you inspired me. Why not capture
the whole thing for posterity and add to the good
officer's humiliation?"

"My philosophy exactly. You know, I could distribute
the tape for you. I have channels already developed."

"I'd appreciate that. And I would show my gratitude by
donating the profits to your foundation. You could
help more runaways with it."

"That's very generous of you."

"Not at all," he said, magnanimously. 

"I might be inclined to wonder what sparked such an
outpouring of altruism."

"Oh, I think you know the answer to that."

"You do realize it's never going to work out between
us, right?"

"I know nothing of the sort. I think we'd make
excellent partners."

"I work alone, Carter."

"Yes. But my point is that you don't have to."

"I have to go now."

"Think about it, huh, Glennie?"

She bit her lip. She already thought about him way too
much. And with her disillusionment over James, she
felt far too vulnerable to be having this
conversation.

"Good luck with your project," she said, keeping her
voice neutral. " Let me know how it goes."

"I'll bring the tape by when it's ready."

"Okay. Well-- Goodnight, then."

"Goodnight, Glennis."

She hung up the phone, turned off the lamp and settled
down for the night. But sleep did not come as she'd
hoped. Between Carter and James, there was more than
enough to keep her awake at night.

***

Glennis dealt with the James situation in the same way
she always handled men who disappointed her. She
ignored him. Bradshaw continued his training, and she
avoided all contact with him as if he were carrying
some horrible plague. Weeks went by. Of course, she
knew Bradshaw would come asking questions eventually,
but until he did, she dedicated herself to a
James-free existence. 

She had no idea what she was going to do with him now
that her plan of using him as her own personal sex
slave had unraveled. But she resolved not to think
about it. She still had plenty of other work to do.
There were so many cases that deserved her attention
as a Fury and not nearly enough time to deal with them
all.

Finally, Bradshaw appeared in her door way one
afternoon, as expected. She looked up when she heard
him knock.

"Do you have a minute?" he asked.

She smiled and motioned him to the chair in front of
her desk. "Of course."

He took a seat and laid a video tape on top of her
pile of papers. "I just wanted to update you on James'
progress. These are some of the highlights from the
past weeks."

She arched an eyebrow. "Well, now. That should be very
interesting viewing."

"I think you'll be pleased to see how far he's come.
It seems he's developed a genuine passion for the joys
of his prostate."

She laughed. "They all do eventually. James just
sooner than most."

"You know what they say about men who treat women like
whores. It usually masks a subconscious need they have
to be used like whores themselves."

She nodded. "That is so true. I've seen if over and
again."

"I felt that James' training needed a woman's touch.
So you'll see Corrine on the tapes. She deserves a lot
of the credit for bringing James along so quickly."

"I look forward to seeing her work. I'll watch the
tape as soon as I get a chance."

He nodded, a distracted expression on his face.
Bradshaw never got distracted.

"What is it?" she asked.

"He still asks for you."

"Oh."

"I told him you were away."

"That was good thinking."

"I don't think he believes me, though."

"Oh, well. He'll get over it. I'm sure he must be
enjoying Corrine's attentions."

Bradshaw nodded. "Although not as much as he would
enjoy yours, of course."

"Flatterer."

"Not at all. No one is better at this work than you
are. And James has a special weakness for you."

"James has a weakness for anything with breasts."

The expression on Bradshaw's face said he wasn't quite
convinced.

"You could own him, you know," he pointed out. "Body
and soul."

"I suppose so." 

This was absolutely the last thing she wanted to
discuss.

"I thought that's what you wanted," Bradshaw said.

"So did I."

"But it isn't?"

She shook her head. "It turns out not."

"Should we stop?"

"Oh, no. No. The work is still important for its own
sake. It's just-- Have you ever felt dissatisfied with
your job?"

He frowned, considering the question, and then he
shook his head. "No, I can't really say that I have."

"Ah, well," she said, quickly moving on. "That's good.
So, I'll review the tape and let you know if I have
any input. But I'm sure it's coming along flawlessly,
as always."

He bowed his head modestly. "I hope you'll be
pleased."

He got up and headed for the door. But then he turned
back.

"It isn't because you're dissatisfied with his
training, is it?" he asked, looking concerned.

"You know it isn't. It's gone even better than I ever
imagined. I just-- Well, I guess I lost interest.
That's all."

He nodded. "I understand. It's just--"

"What?" she asked.

"It's not very much like you."

She sighed. "I know. And I'm sorry I abandoned you
with the project. But I do really appreciate your
finishing it up for me."

He smiled. "Any time."

After he left, Glennis picked up the tape and turned
it over in her hands. The last thing she wanted to do
was watch it. She just wanted to pretend James never
existed, that she'd never been so silly as to desire
the man who'd stolen her virginity. 

But she was a Fury, and she still had obligations. She
got up, put the tape in the video player, sat back
down at her desk, and clicked it on with the remote
control.

The tape crackled, and then the picture appeared. It
was James servicing clients. It must have been taken
several weeks ago, not long after their interlude
together. Despite his eagerness in her bed, he
remained reticent with his clients. Bradshaw no longer
made him work from the swing, but he still lay as
passive as a rag doll as his johns had sex with him.
Of course, he would obediently open his legs for them,
but his face clearly showed his disgust as they pushed
inside him. It wasn't terribly different from what
she'd observed during his first day turning tricks.
She fast forwarded through it.

The next bit was devoted to James' rewards. Now that
they were trying to cultivate in him an honest love of
anal penetration, he was frequently allowed to bring
himself to orgasm. There was a series of shots of
James fucking himself with a dildo, gingerly at first,
much more aggressively as time went by.

Each successive time, the size of the dildo was
increased, so that it was just a little larger than
what James could comfortably accommodate. If he really
wanted to come, he had to work at it. Happily for
their training, James still needed his orgasms as
desperately as ever. The video showed him grunting and
sweating as he struggled to get an oversized sex toy
into his ass, his teeth clenched, his face grimly set.
But he was always determined to bring himself off, and
so he always managed to work the dildo in eventually.

Glennis smiled as she watched. Bradshaw really was
ingenious. There was no one she would trust more to
complete James' training. He always took the most
difficult lesson and found a way to cultivate
enthusiasm for it in his subjects. In this case, he
had James conducting his own size training, typically
one of the biggest hurdles in any regimen. Even
subjects who were totally worn down could muster up
enough strength to resist having their anuses
stretched to an unnatural capacity. But as always,
James' unquenchable sexual appetite worked against
him. In his enthusiasm to come, he hardly seemed to
notice that his ass was becoming as flexible as a
woman's pussy.

Size training segued naturally into fisting. That was
another reason most subjects fought against it so
passionately. But James was lost in a fog of sensual
need and never saw it coming, not until Bradshaw
pulled out the ButtBuster, a dildo specially designed
to simulate the experience of being fisted. And then
he turned pale and shook with fear. But it was too
late by then to protest. His ass had already been
stretched enough to accommodate it. And he wouldn't be
allowed any more pleasure if he refused. 

James could never bring himself to accept enforced
chastity, and so he gave in soon enough.

To avoid injuries, Bradshaw helped him get it inside.
James' stark expression showed the strain as the large
head of the toy stretched his ass nearly beyond its
limits. Sweat beaded on his upper lip, and his thighs
trembled. But once he got it all the way in and grew
used to it, his cock began to twitch. Bradshaw gently
moved it inside him, and his pained expression turned
to bright-eyed rapture.

"Ooooooh! God!" he cried out as Bradshaw slowly fucked
him with the fake fist. 

He was clearly on his way to one of the most powerful
orgasms of his life. Glennis fast forwarded through
it, not terribly interested in James' pleasure.

She was, however, curious about how he would react to
an actual person fisting him. Subjects often found
this far more difficult to accept than a toy
imitation. Clever as always, Bradshaw left this part
of the training to Corrine. Glennis hit the play
button and watched.

James was down on his hands and knees, ferociously
erect. Corrine knelt beside him, stroking his back and
buttocks. 

She kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, "I could
make you feel good, James. I could make you come."

"Please!" he begged. 

She fondled his ass cheeks. "Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me," James said, without hesitation. "God,
please, fuck me."

For a moment, Glennis felt the wicked pinprick of
envy. Despite what she'd told Bradshaw, she had
believed that James preferred her to any other woman.
But now, watching him beg for Corrine's attention much
the same way he'd begged for hers, she realized that
James truly was a willing and submissive whore to any
woman who wanted him. She hadn't been special to him
all those years ago, and despite everything, she
wasn't special to him now. 


On the tape, Corrine laughed throatily. "But I don't
have a dick, James. I'm a woman. Or hadn't you
noticed?"

"I noticed," he said, trying to turn his head around
far enough to nuzzle her breast.

She laughed and pulled away. "Uh, uh, uh," she said,
teasingly. 

"Please," he said, his eyes shining and desperate, his
cock purple and swollen. "Can't you, uh-- you know,
strap on the-- the thing."

He blushed.

She arched an eyebrow. "You mean, you want me to strap
on a dildo and fuck you with it?"

He blushed a little harder and nodded. 

She pouted. "You'd really like some silly piece of
silicone," she said, tracing the line of his back with
a single finger. "More than you'd like me touching
you, my hand making you feel good. I guess you don't
really want me after all."

He shook his head frantically. "I want you. God. I
want you so bad."

"Just me. Not some toy between us?"

"You. Only you."

She kissed his shoulder. "Let me love you, baby. Let
me love you my way." She ran a hand over his butt,
stroking him with her fingers before balling her hand
into a fist and pressing it lightly between his
cheeks.

He understood the gesture perfectly well. He squeezed
his eyes tightly closed and nodded. Corrine leaned
forward and kissed him passionately on the mouth.

"I'll make it so good for you," she told him. "I
promise."

James didn't look entirely convinced. Corrine kissed
him again.

"I'm going to love doing this," she said. "And I'm
going to make you love it, too. You'll see."

She liberally squeezed lube onto her hand. James
trembled, in anticipation or dread, Glennis couldn't
be sure. Corrine whispered in his ear, kissed his
face, neck and shoulders as she slowly worked in each
finger. By the time her entire fist was inside him,
James' eyes bulged, and he was breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?" Corrine asked him.

"Hurts," he croaked.

"Sssh. Sssh," she soothed, kissing his back. "Wait for
it. It'll turn."

He whimpered in pain. 

"Breathe," Corrine told him. "Relax."

After a few moments, some of the tension in his body
eased. Corrine began slowly moving her fist. As
Glennis watched, she could see the expression on
James' face gradually change. His noises lost the
sound of protest. His hips began moving, only slightly
at first, but more and more demandingly as his
excitement built, fucking himself on Corrine's fist.
Honestly, Glennis wasn't certain she'd ever seen
anything like it.

When James came, he howled like an animal in heat, his
face contorting with pleasure, his eyes wide and
fixed. Corrine gently pulled out, and he sagged to the
floor, his eyes rolling back in his head as he lost
consciousness from the force of his orgasm.

Corrine smiled, her face glowing with satisfaction.
Glennis had always viewed Bradshaw's young assistant
as a dependable, efficient, loyal employee, but a
mousy girl, without the spark to become a trainer in
her own right. After this performance, she had to
seriously revise that opinion. Apparently, Corrine had
hidden depths of talent. In fact, she reminded Glennis
a little of herself when she was younger.

She fast forwarded again. More images flashed by of
James being fisted--by Bradshaw, other trainers, and
finally his clients. In each shot, he worked his hips
and took the fist as a good whore should, not just
docilely, but with genuine eagerness.

She hit play again when the video began showing
footage of the next step in James' program, his
aversion training. 

It was conducted under the guise of one of James'
rewards. He and Corrine lay entwined in bed together.
They kissed hungrily. James stroked her breasts. She
lazily fingered his hole. James was careful not to
press his erection against her body or try to rub
himself against the mattress or the sheets. He was
well aware that such misbehavior would cut short his
pleasure. At the same time, though, he would
occasionally look at Corrine and then down at his
cock, an expression of intense longing in his eyes,
clearly wishing she would touch him there.

Corrine pulled away from the kiss. "Mmm. You make me
feel so good."

She rubbed his belly, his hips, his thighs, until his
cock was straining and his balls were drawn up tightly
against his belly. He moaned and thrashed his head,
frantic for release.

"You make me feel so good, baby, that I'd really like
to do something special for you," Corrine told him.

He spread his legs wider. "Fuck me," he begged,
feverishly.

"I could do that. But I'd like to give you more." She
kissed him, devouring his lips. And then she whispered
conspiratorially, "You want your cock sucked, James?
Hmm? That would be special, wouldn't it?"

His eyes darted guiltily. "I'm not supposed to."

She licked her lips seductively. "I know. But just
this once. Nobody will know."

"I don't know--" 

"Okay. I mean, if you don't want to."

"No! I just--"

"I understand," she said.

"You're sure nobody will find out?" he asked,
nervously.

She cupped his balls. "I wouldn't let you lose these,"
she said.

He groaned at the contact. "Please!"

"What, baby?"

"Suck me. God. Please. I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Whatever you want."

"There is something that would make me hot."

"What is it?"

"Do you like animals, James?"

He looked confused. "What?"

"You know, pets. A dog, for instance. You like dogs,
don't you, James?"

"Well, yeah. I guess so."

"I have a pet," she told him.

"You do?"

"Several, actually. Dogs. I just love dogs. They're
Dobermans. My pets. The most beautiful dogs in the
world."

"Yeah?"

She nodded earnestly. "Oh, yes. Lithe and muscular and
powerful." She kissed his shoulder. "A lot like you."

He laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest, enjoying
the flattery and the flirtation.

"Do you know what would make me really happy?" She
leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "To see you and
my babies together."

The expression of enjoyment disappeared from his face.
"You mean--"

"Oh, yeah," she said.

"No! No way."

"But you said you'd do anything to please me," she
reminded him.

"Not that."

"Why?"

"What do you mean *why*? Because it's disgusting."

"It's the same thing you do with men."

"That's different."

"Why?"

"Because it's *people*."

"Oh, baby, don't be so narrow. A cock is a cock. And
you've never been fucked until you've done it with my
dogs. Trust me on this."

She smiled at him suggestively.

"You mean you--"

She laughed. "Of course."

He swallowed, a sensual flush creeping over his face.

"You like that idea, huh?" she asked.

He wouldn't answer, but the way his cock bobbed
against his belly said everything.

"So, it's okay for me to get fucked by my puppies, but
not you? Is that it?"

His faced turned red. "No! Of course not. It's just--
I can't. I'm sorry."

She sighed. "Oh, well. I guess you don't want your
cock sucked after all. It's probably just as well.
Someone might have found out. And then I really would
have been in trouble."

James' face crumpled with disappointment. "Isn't there
anything else I could do for you?"

She seemed to consider the question a moment and then
shook her head. "Afraid not. I really had my heart set
on this. I always share everything with my puppies."

She got up from bed and pulled on her robe.

"Wait!" he begged.

She turned back around. "What?"

"I, uh--"

"Yes, James."

"I'll do it," he said, softly.

Corrine's face lit up. "Oh, goody." She took him by
the arm and pulled him off the bed. "It's going to be
so much fun."

"Where are we going?" he asked, nervously.

"Just next door," she said. "That's where my puppies
are kenneled."

She dragged him by the hand to the connecting door and
into the next room. It was a stark space. The walls
were white, and the floor was padded. Four large
cages, each one housing a dog, took up the far wall.
Otherwise, the room was empty.

Corrine walked over to the pens and opened each one,
letting the Dobermans out. They were sleek, powerful
animals. They wagged their tails and jumped up on
Corrine, their tongues lolling out of their mouths,
clearly glad to see her.

"Come and meet them," Corrine called to James.

He hesitated by the door.

"Uh--"

"Well, come on then. You said you liked animals."

"Yeah, but--"

"James, just come and pet them. That's all I'm
asking."

She stroked one of the dogs, rubbing his shiny coat,
burying her face in his fur. Glennis had to admire
Corrine's abilities. She managed to look like an
innocent little girl and a very naught vixen all at
once. James, of course, could not resist. He slowly
drifted over to the cages and joined her down on the
floor.

"Go on," Corrine coaxed him. "Pet Satan."

"Satan?" James asked, a little alarmed.

She laughed. "Only because he's such a temptation. Not
because he has the temperament of the devil. Honest."

James tentatively petted the dog. Satan licked James'
hand and wagged his tail. James smiled.

"He seems friendly," he said. "I didn't think
Dobermans were."

"Oh, you know how people get all hysterical over
nothing. Dobermans are great dogs. You just have to
train them properly."

"And these dogs have been?"

"Of course. I trained them myself. They're perfectly
obedient. In fact, they'll do anything I say. I'll
show you." She turned to Satan. "Lie down."

He flopped down onto the floor, his paws stretched out
in front of him.

"Roll over."

He rolled over.

"Sit."

He sat up on his haunches.

"See?" she said.

"That's great. What are the rest of their names?"

"This one is Brutus," she said, indicating the dog she
was petting. "And that one is King. And that's Zeus."

James laughed. "Very macho names." He rubbed King's
muzzle and stroked Zeus' side.

"Well deserved, I promise you," Corrine told him.

"So what other tricks do they do?"

"Oh, all kinds of things. Do you want to see?" she
asked.

He nodded.

She smiled. "Okay. Zeus!" The dog quivered with
attention. "NUZZLE," she commanded.

Zeus snapped to his feet, went around behind James and
began poking his nose between James' cheeks. James
shrieked with surprise and alarm.

"Just relax," Corrine told him. "Get on your hands and
knees. Let Zeus show you what he can do."

Zeus nudged James with his head, trying to get him to
part his thighs.

"I don't think this is a good idea," James said in a
panicky voice. "Call him off. Corrine? Come on. Call
off the damned dog."

"Oh, don't be such a baby," she said. "Here. Watch
this."

She pulled off her robe and got onto her hands and
knees.

"King! NUZZLE."

King quickly moved behind her and buried his nose
between her legs, eagerly lapping at her pussy lips.

"Ooooh!" she moaned in ecstasy.

"Shit!" James said, his dick getting noticeably harder
as he watched King eating out Corrine's cunt.

"So good," Corrine gasped.

James, never one to resist the lure of pleasure for
long, opened his legs for Zeus.

"Oh, my God!" he exclaimed, as the dog began licking
his anus.

"Does it--  feel good, James?" Corrine asked,
breathing heavily.

"Oh, God!" James said, panting.

Zeus grew more aggressive, giving James a hot, wet
tongue fucking, pushing deeper and deeper inside him.
James howled, sounding like an animal himself. Come
dripped from his cock and splashed on the floor.

Glennis noticed that all four of the dogs were growing
hard, their cocks extending from their sheaths. They
had been specially trained to react to the scent of a
human male's arousal, and from the look of things,
James was overpowering the room with his sex smell.

"Aaagh! Aaagh! Aaagh!" Corrine squealed as she came.

James moaned loudly, the sight of Corrine's shaking,
climaxing body making him even hornier. The dogs all
grew more erect.

After she finished coming, Corrine lay boneless on the
ground, struggling to regain her breath. "Good, King,"
she said. "BACK!"

King pulled away from her pussy, his tail wagging. He
walked back to his cage and sat down in front of it.

"Good boy," Corrine told him, pulling herself up to
her feet.

"Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" James chanted, resting his
forehead against the floor, rocking his hips as Zeus
continued to eat him out.

"Okay, James. I'm going to leave you with the puppies
now. Just a few things you should remember. The boys
like a submissive bitch. Keep your head down. Don't
look them in the eye. Keep your legs spread. Don't try
to push them away or get up. That makes them mad. When
a dog pushes his cock in your face, suck it. If you
don't, they get *really* mad. And believe me, you
don't want them mad. Enjoy!"

Corrine quickly skipped out the door and locked it
behind her.

"Wha--"

James was too dazed by the erotic sensation of a hot
tongue turning his ass inside out to really react.

"Okay. Zeus! BACK." Corrine's voice came over the
intercom.

Zeus immediately stop licking and went back to his
cage.

"Hey!" James protested.

"Satan! MOUNT."

The dog hurried over to James, climbed up on his back
and began pushing his erect penis between James'
cheeks, trying to hit his hole.

"Ahhh!" James yelped in surprise and instinctively
tried to pull away.

"Don't, James!" Corrine warned him.

Satan snarled and nipped James on the shoulder. The
bite wasn't hard enough to break the skin, but James
yelled out in terror.

"Just let him fuck you, James. And you won't get
hurt."

"Call him off! Aaaagh! God. Call him *off*!"

"Oh, no. I can't do that. You promised me. Remember?"

"Please!" James begged.

"You want your cock sucked, don't you?"

He cried pitifully. Then Satan found his target and
began forcing his doggy cock inside his ass. And James
started to wail in panic. 
 "Noooo!"

"What's wrong, James? Don't you like being a bitch?"

He sobbed in humiliation. Satan began riding him, his
hips moving back and forth like a jackhammer, fucking
James faster and harder than any human ever could.
James cried more hysterically. His body shook with the
force of the assault, his balls swinging back and
forth beneath him.

"Satan really seems to like your pussy, James,"
Corrine told him. "I don't think I've ever seen him
quite this excited before. But we can't let Satan have
all the fun, can we?"

"Nooo!" James screamed. "*Don't*!"

"Brutus! GET THE TITTIES."

Brutus lunged forward, ducked his head beneath James'
body and began vigorously licking and sucking his
nipples. James screamed. Brutus took one of the nipple
rings between his teeth and tugged. James screamed
more frantically.

"Don't try to pull away from him," Corrine told him.
"You don't want your nipples torn off."

He practically hyperventilated, completely petrified.

"By the time they're finished with your titties, your
nipples are going to be a good half inch longer. Won't
that be pretty?"

Brutus roughly worked James' nipples, and James cried
out at the painful treatment.

'Fuck!" he suddenly screamed. "What the *hell* is
that?"

"What?" Corrine asked.

"Oh, God. My ass. My ass!"

His face went completely white and stark.

"Oh, *that*," Corrine said. "I dare say you're feeling
Satan's knot forming inside you."

"Noooo!"

"That means he's probably about to come."

"AAAAAAGH!" James wailed, his face contorted with
revulsion.

"Oh, I guess he *is* coming," Corrine corrected
herself. "How does that feel, James? Getting pumped
full of doggy jizz?"

Tears streamed down James' face, and his bottom lip
trembled like a little child's.

Satan finished coming, got down and turned around so
that he and James were tail to tail. 

"Get it out of me!" James demanded.

Satan tried to pull away. James howled in agony. 

"Get it *out*!" he begged.

"I can't," Corrine told him. "You're tied together.
That happens when a dog fucks his bitch. It's Satan's
way of trying to knock you up with his puppies. Hey,
wouldn't that be cool if he could get you pregnant?"

Satan lunged again, trying to pull free. 

"Please!" James shrieked.

"Satan! STAY." And then she said to James, "At least
now he won't tear your ass open."

But somehow that didn't seem to comfort James. He
continued to cry.

"Oh, my poor baby," Corrine said. "You want something
to make you feel better? Huh? You want that blow job I
promised you? What do you say, baby?"

James was too choked by sobs to answer.

"Okay, baby. I'm going to take that as a yes," she
said. "King! SUCK."

King made a beeline for James' cock, nuzzling and
licking at it, before taking it into his mouth and
sucking. 

"AAAAAAAGH!" James screeched in pure terror.

"Don't even think about resisting," Corrine told him.
"I'd hate to think what King might do to your cock."

James continued to scream in horror.

Glennis smiled as she watched. The dogs were, of
course, carefully trained to do no actual damage to
human genitals. But she imagined it was a truly
harrowing experience for a man to have his most
tender, vulnerable parts in a dog's mouth, at the
mercy of its teeth and its unpredictable behavior.
James had no idea if the animal would simply suck him
off or devour his cock entirely, leaving him with a
bloody stump.

Finally, Satan's knot diminished enough for him to
pull free of James' body. However, while they'd been
tied together, the dog's cock had grown erect again.
He turned around and made a move toward James, as if
to mount him again.

Corrine commanded, "Satan! BACK." And then she said,
"Zeus! MOUNT."

Zeus leaped to his feet and bounded over to James. He
eagerly climbed up on James' back, his paws scraping
his sides, and began to violate him with horny
enthusiasm.

James shrieked in protest as the animal claimed him as
his bitch.

"Satan! PRESENT!" Corrine ordered.

Satan shot around to the front and pressed his pelvis
into James' face.

"He wants you to suck his cock, James," Corrine said.
"If you don't, it'll upset them all. Who knows what
King will do to your nipples or Zeus to your ass? And
God forbid, what Brutus could do to your cock or your
balls. Don't be stupid. Just suck. It's only a cock.
You've already sucked so many. What difference could
one more possibly make?"

James sobbed in defeat. He obviously had no choice. He
took the animal's penis in his mouth and began to
suck, his nose buried in the dog's furry belly. The
look of disgust on his face clearly said that he did
not enjoy the taste of the animal's gamey spunk.

James' four-way doggie rape went on for some time.
Each dog took a turn mounting their human bitch, and
each one left a load of spunk in his stomach. Despite
the terror of having a dog's mouth surrounding his
cock, James still managed to come, again and again.
Each time he climaxed, he sobbed brokenly, appalled by
his body's ability to take pleasure from such
degradation. And yet, he couldn't manage to stay soft.
The constant assault on his prostate kept making him
hard. As soon as his cock filled, one of the dogs
would pounce on it and immediately start sucking. And
James would start screaming in terror all over again. 

After several hours of canine fun, Corrine finally
called off the dogs. They all retreated to their cages
and waited obediently. She came back into the room and
locked them in their pens again. James lay curled on
the floor, shuddering, cradling his abused penis in
his hand. His asshole was raw and ravaged, yawning
open, come drooling from it. His nipples were purple
and distended. Dried doggy spunk caked at the corners
of his mouth.

Corrine knelt beside him and gently touched his
shoulder. He flinched and pulled away.

"My poor James," she said.

"Why?" he asked, raggedly.

"Why what, baby?"

"Why did you do that to me?"

She stroked his hair soothingly. Glennis could sense
his conflict. A part of him wanted nothing more than
to reject Corrine's attentions, but a stronger part of
him desperately needed the consolation that came with
a woman's soft touch.

Corrine continued to caress him, and he didn't pull
away. 

"It wasn't me, baby. I'm not the one who gets you into
trouble," she told him. "It's *this*." She reached
down and lightly squeezed his penis.

He whimpered.

"You know it's true," she said. "That's what got you
into this mess. That insatiable dick of yours. You
knew you weren't allowed to have it touched, and yet,
you couldn't help yourself, could you?"

He cried harder.

"You just had to get sucked. But it didn't feel too
good, did it?"

He shook his head.

"No, I'm sure it didn't. But you came anyway, didn't
you?"

He sobbed. 

She stroked his shoulder. "I know you did. You just
can't control yourself. That's why we have to control
your cock for you. So it doesn't keep getting you into
trouble. You understand that, don't you?"

He nodded, exhausted and suggestible, needing
something to blame for his humiliating ordeal.

"Good. That's very good." She kissed his forehead.
"You don't want to get into any more trouble like
this, do you, James?"

"No!" he said, vehemently.

"You hated it, didn't you?"

"Uh-huh," he said, sniffling.

"You don't ever want anything like this to happen to
you again, do you?"

He shook his head passionately.

"That means you can't ever allow your cock to be
touched again. You know that, right?"

He nodded solemnly.

"You don't even *want* your cock touched, do you,
James?"

"No!" He shuddered violently.

"And wearing your chastity belt isn't so bad, is it?"

"No. Not so bad."

"Maybe you even like it?"

He thought a moment and then nodded. "Yeah. I do. I
like it."

"Because you can't trust your cock."

He shook his head sadly. "No. I can't."

"Bad things happen to you because of it."

A tear trickled down his cheek. "*Really* bad things."

"I know. It's terrible. It could really make you hate
your cock, couldn't it?"

His lip trembled as he started to cry again. "Yeah."

"Say it, James. Don't let it get the better of you."

"I hate my cock," he whispered.

"Say it louder. Remember all the trouble it's caused
you."

"I *hate* my cock!" he declared.

"You must have realized by now that you never would
have ended up in this place if it weren't for your
penis. How does that make you feel?"

"I HATE MY FUCKING COCK!" he screamed, his face red,
his body shaking.

"That's good. That's very, *very* good, James,"
Corrine told him, her voice gentle and supportive.
"Now what do you want to do about it?"

"I want to put my chastity belt back on," he said,
with conviction.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded eagerly. "I want my chastity belt. It keeps
me safe."

"From your cock?"

More tears streaked down his face. "Uh-huh."

Corrine cupped his cheek and wiped away the tears with
her thumb. "Don't worry, James. We're going to make
sure your cock never gets you into trouble again.
We'll help you keep it under control."

"Thank you," he said, his voice quavering.

She kissed him on top of the head as she stood up.
"We'll take care of you, James. I promise." She held
out his chastity belt to him. "Now, let's get this
back on you, shall we?"

He nodded gratefully. She took his hand and helped him
to his feet.

"Okay, James. Here we go..."

Glennis smiled and shook her head. Corrine clearly
deserved a bonus. The footage with the dogs would make
a fine addition to the series of videos she was
releasing of James' odyssey to whoredom. She couldn't
even begin to calculate the proceeds it would
generate. A man passionately denouncing his own dick
as the root of all evil was simply not something you
saw everyday.

She skipped forward in the tape. There was more
footage of James' sessions with his clients. In some
of them, he worked without his chastity belt. Glennis
stopped to watch. Occasionally, a customer would reach
for James' erection, and he would wail "No!" and jerk
away as if the other man were trying to kill him. The
training with the dogs had been a complete success.
James had acquired a powerful aversion to having his
penis touched. At the same time, he appeared to crave
attention to his anus. Bradshaw and Corrine had even
coaxed him into calling it his pussy.

Glennis skipped forward a little further. There was
only one final step in James' training before he
became the perfect whore. There was still one thing
that James feared, and a whore could never be scared
of anything that might happen to his body. The trick
was to turn that fear into desire, to blur the line
between pain and pleasure, to cultivate in James a
sincere appreciation for the most intimate and cruel
punishment, to have him begging for it, getting off on
it.

Glennis watched as Corrine and Bradshaw conducted his
pain training. It was a simple game. During James'
reward sessions, Corrine would fuck him with a dildo,
and Bradshaw would paddle his balls. James could stop
at any time, and he controlled how hard Bradshaw
smacked his scrotum. But the paddling and fucking
worked in tandem. So if he asked for a lighter ball
paddling, then he also got a less gratifying workout
with the dildo. 

Of course, at first James howled in agony at the least
little swat to his sack, making Bradshaw paddle him so
gingerly that it was impossible for him to come. As
James' sexual frustration grew, so did his courage.
With each session, he grew a little tougher, until he
was begging for more and more extreme abuse, shrieking
with blissful abandon as he climaxed, his balls
covered in black and blue marks. Each orgasm
reinforced his newly found taste for ball torture.
Eventually, the link was fully forged in James' brain.
Pain in his balls meant release, pleasure. And so, he
begged like a little kid in a toy store to have his
balls beaten. After a while, he could come from just
that.

Glennis watched with a feeling of finality. This
really was it, the proof of what she'd felt that night
after she'd taken him. The proud, arrogant man James
had once been was gone forever, destroyed at her
hands. In his place was the submissive, masochistic
whore his training had been designed to create.

She sighed as she stopped the tape and rewound it. She
got up from her desk and went to the window. The sun
was beginning to set. It was the magic hour when
everything looked its most beautiful. Her property
spanned as far as the eye could see and much farther
than that. The gardens were lush, the fields fertile.
It was her domain. And it filled her with pleasure and
pride.

Just as this magnificent success with James should
have. But she couldn't help feeling empty. It was
finished. It was perfect. But what she'd really wanted
from him was impossible. It always had been. She could
see that now. 

She just didn't know how to be through with him.

***

Several days later, Carter materialized out of the
blue, back from--wherever he'd been, doing God knows
what, to some hapless officer of the law.

He grinned at her from the door way. "Am I allowed
into the inner sanctum?" he asked.

"Not if you're going to be sarcastic."

"Me?" he asked, innocently.

"Oh, get in here. You're starting to annoy me
already."

He laughed. "That may be a record."

"No. I believe the record was in Bali when you managed
to offend me before we even said a word to one
another."

"For the zillionth time, I was *not* flirting with
that woman at the airport."

"Of course, you were."

"Glennis, you can't seriously believe I'd go to all
the trouble of meeting you halfway around the world
only to--" He took a deep breath. "Never mind. Never
mind. I don't want to argue about ancient history. Not
when I dropped by to do something nice. Here," he
said, handing her a video tape. "I hope it will be
very profitable for your charities."

"What's this?"

"Footage from my last project. Just like I promised."

She sat up straighter. "You got the whole thing on
video?"

"The whole thing." He smiled at her winningly.

"Is it good?"

He looked offended. "Of course, it's good. What do you
think I am? An amateur?"

"Oh, please. Don't even think about getting insulted.
You know I meant the subject, not you. Did he cry
much?"

"Like a baby."

"Oh, that *is* good. Grown men weeping always sells
well."

"Well, this guy should be a real winner then. For a
cop, he was quite the drama queen. When he lost his
cherry, you would have sworn it was the end of the
world."

"Did you do the honors?"

"Of course. You know that's my one rule with my crew.
I go first."

She laughed. "It's good to be the boss."

He leaned back in his chair. "It certainly is. And how
is your project coming along? Has James been reduced
to a mere shadow of his former self?"

"Quite," she told him.

"I'd like to see," he said.

"Really?"

"Does that surprise you? I did break him in. I'd be
fascinated to see the end result of all your hard
work."

"Of course. I'll call Bradshaw. He can show you to the
observation room."

"I was hoping you'd show me yourself."

"Well--"

"Come on, Glennis. Please." 

He wasn't begging. Carter never begged. But he was
asking in his most earnest voice, the one she could
never quite refuse.

"Oh, all right," she gave in. "I'll take you over
there."

She got up from her desk and led him out to the hall
and down the corridor. It wasn't far to the studio
where James was currently working. She showed Carter
into the observation room and closed the door behind
them.

Today, James was entertaining a gang of inner city
drug dealers. He straddled the lap of one of the
hoodlums, impaling himself enthusiastically on the
kid's prodigious cock. He greedily sucked another,
slurping and smacking his lips obscenely, as if the
young thug's come was the best tasting treat he'd ever
had.

"Yeah, bitch, suck that dick. Get it down your
throat," the kid said, as he fucked James' face
without mercy.

The other gang members waited impatiently, rubbing
themselves through their pants as they watched. They
would all have their turn, again and again, as many
times as they wanted. And when it was over, James
would still beg for more.

Glennis sighed heavily.

"You don't sound pleased," Carter noted.

"I am," she said. "I mean, it all came out exactly as
I'd hoped. It's just--"

"What?"

"Oh, you know how it is. It's destroying a person's
will that's entertaining. Once you've completely
broken them and they'll do anything you want, no
matter how painful and disgusting it is, because
they're so degraded they no longer know any better--
Well, it's just not interesting any more. You know
what I mean?"

"You know I never keep them that long. I just fuck
them up and put them back."

"I don't suppose you'd like to try something new,
would you? You could have him, as a thank you gift for
all you've done to help make the project a success. It
might be a nice change of pace, having a cop around to
abuse whenever you like."

"That's very generous," he said. "But I've already had
my fun with James. Nothing could ever compare to
taking his cherry."

"Yes, well, I can see how you'd feel that way. I guess
I could always sell him. I mean, there have to be any
number of brothels who'd be interested in a submissive
cop slut who begs johns to fuck his pussy and beat his
balls."

Carter laughed. "No doubt." And then he asked
curiously, "So why don't you? Why do you keep him
around?"

"I don't know."

"Don't you?"

"Please don't go all psychoanalytical on me. I can't
take it."

"Fine. Don't tell me then."

"Fine. I wasn't planning to, anyway."

"It's not as if I don't know already."

"You don't know anything," she told him.

"Don't I?"

"No," she insisted. "How could you?"

"Do you really think it's all that difficult to guess?
For someone who knows you as well as I do?"

"I have work to do," she said, in her most chilly
voice.

She started for the door. He grabbed her wrist.

"James forced himself on working girls. And sometimes
on women he only presumed to be working girls. That's
what you said at the auction. Now, I don't believe you
were ever a prostitute. But I do know you haven't
always been this fabulously wealthy. I imagine there
was a time when life was pretty hard. So it makes
sense that you somehow ended up in a situation where
he mistook you for something you weren't."

She could feel all the blood leaving her face. "If you
ever tell anyone--" she threatened.

The force on her wrist relented. His touch turned
gentle, his fingers stroking her skin.

"I'm not going to do that," he said. "You should know
by now I don't want to hurt you."

She swallowed hard. She wasn't sure if she knew
anything of the sort. But she found herself telling
him the story anyway.

"I was a virgin," she said.

"I'm sorry," he told her.

"He doesn't remember me. Not even after everything
I've put him through."

"Is that what you wanted? For him to remember?"

She lowered her eyes. "I don't know," she lied. She
had no intention of confessing to him or anyone else
the very unFurylike ideas she'd entertained about
James. "I just wanted-- something."

"I know how that feels."

"He laughed at me," she said. "That night. As he was
walking away."

"They laughed at me, too. I still remember the way it
sounded, echoing off the walls of the cell."

"Getting revenge didn't make that go away?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Not for me."

"I don't understand. It's supposed to make everything
better. After it happened, I promised myself I'd get
even if I ever had enough power. And then-- well,
everything changed for me, and I could do anything I
wanted. And this was supposed to be my crowning
achievement."

"But it didn't turn out that way."

She shook her head. "He still doesn't remember what
happened. He made a lasting impression on me, and I
was just some faceless fuck to him."

"Hey, at least he'll never forget you now."

"That's true," she said.

"So maybe it's time that *you* forgot *him*."

"I guess," she said. "Carter--" She broke off. 

"What?"

She frowned. "Do you ever think about getting out of
the retribution business?"

"Not really. You?"

"This thing with James has given me doubts."

"You're not really going to let him ruin your life's
work, are you?"

She hesitated. "I guess not."

"You know what I think would be the best thing in the
world to take your mind off all this?"

"What?"

"A new project."

"You think?"

He nodded. "I do."

"I don't know."

"It'll put some distance between you and James. Give
you a fresh perspective. Maybe then you'll be ready to
auction him off to some lucky pleasure house. Imagine
how much money that would raise for your foundation.
Think of the runaways and single mothers and all the
other people you could help with it."

She perked up a little. "I like the sound of that."

"And you'll have the satisfaction of knowing that
James will be spending the rest of his life in
enforced servitude, the hapless plaything of sadists
and perverts. That ought to make you feel better."

"It's certainly a start."

"And I have the perfect project to take your mind off
things."

"Really?"

"Something we can work on together."

"Carter--"

He held up his hand. "At least let me tell you what it
is before you say no. I promise you'll find it
interesting."

She sighed heavily. "All right. I'll listen. But don't
take that as agreeing to work with you."

He grinned. "Not to worry, Glennie. I've learned by
now never to take anything for granted where you're
concerned."

"I hope you're not going to start irritating me
again."

"Me? Never. Now, do you want to hear about the project
or not?"

"I suppose I could listen."

He laughed. "And people say you're not gracious."

She folded her arms over her chest and gave him the
*look*.

"All right, all right," he said. "So, there's a warden
at a women's prison in Texas. It seems he's been
running his own little prostitution ring with the
inmates he supervises, having johns come into the
prison and do the girls right in their cells. Of
course, the women aren't given a choice in the matter.
There are no condoms, no birth control of any sort.
The women who get pregnant are forced to have
abortions in the prison infirmary. And there's nothing
to keep them from getting HIV."

"That's *terrible*," she said, feeling the familiar
and comforting indignation stirring in her Fury's
blood.

"It gets even worse. Most of the women are mothers.
But they're not allowed to have any contact with their
families, so the warden can protect his secret and
continue growing rich."

"This bastard has to be stopped."

"Clearly," Carter agreed.

"He has to be taught a lesson."

"I know. So will you help me do it?" he asked.

"I don't know if that's--" she said, hesitantly.

"Come on. You know you want to," Carter coaxed.

"Who'd be in charge of the project?" she asked,
warily.

"Neither of us. We'd have to compromise."

"I don't really do that."

"I know. Neither do I. But we could learn, don't you
think?"

"I honestly don't know," she told him.

"We could find out."

"I suppose."

"Come on, Glennis. I realize this could be a disaster
of epic proportions. But if it works? If we actually
figure out how to work together as partners? There
isn't anything we wouldn't be able to do. No one who
would be out of our reach."

"That could be exciting."

He smiled. "To say the least."

"I guess we could give it a try."

"Let's go back to your office, and I'll tell you
everything you want to know about the naughty warden."

"All right," she said, letting him put his arm around
her shoulders and guide her to the door. "But this
doesn't mean I've made up my mind or anything."

"I never thought it did."

"Just as long as we understand each other." 

They bickered all the way back to her office, leaving
the observation room abandoned, the door ajar. On the
other side of the glass, James just went on fucking
and fucking and fucking...


THE END

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