Cruel Choices

"No girly, I'm not a prisoner, I faked it for your benefit." She pulled down the thin white top revealing a pair of smaller gold rings.

She pulled her head back a little, a move the woman noticed.

"Hmm, a little shy? Perhaps I should help you to get used to these things slowly hmm? Lick my nipples and I promise to not hurt you... more than necessary."

Nikki raised a brow in a questioning fashion.

"Well?"

She hesitated before moving forward and extending her tongue flicking it over the other woman's nipple and then the other, the woman pressing her breasts forward a little as she did. She'd never thought of herself as being gay. She liked guys, she knew that, but she had had some thoughts growing up about her horse riding instructor. She'd seemed so confident and glamorous and held herself with an air of grace that couldn't be faked. But even with a few shameful thoughts now and again, that was just admiration, she tried to assure herself as the voice returned.

"Cry out once for black and twice for red."

What did that mean? Who cared, she'd just pick black, "Ah-" A shock. "-AH!"

"Red."

She felt hurt that her choice had been taken away by the shock causing her to cry out a third time. She felt the sudden need to struggle, to make them know that she had picked black not red. She blinked and frowned. What the hell is wrong with me? She thought, realising she was getting worried about a simple choice she didn't even understand.

The French woman came back with a bag and placed it on the ground. She pulled out corset of red leather. It looked to be well made and would probably have cost a lot had she been buying it in a store herself. The corset was placed around her and the hooks at the front closed. The woman got out a small device and pressed it to each hook it made a small sound and when it came away an indentation was left in the metal stud that each hook went around, she wasn't exactly sure but she felt like she'd just been sealed in. "Now, breathe in sweetheart." The woman said.

The corset had very little in the way of cups, though small C-shapes made of leather sat under her breasts and held them up and together. Had her breasts fallen unsupported like this you'd assume they were fake, but her youthful pertness and corset acted to give her real breasts the extra boost. The corset was pulled tight and then tighter and tighter still. She whimpered a little to indicate that she'd had enough but the lady pulled again making her think she wasn't going to be able to breathe out again. She could manage small half breaths, but that was about it. The woman moved down the laces her knee coming up against Nikki's back as she went down, pulling each tighter than Nikki thought possible. Finally she got to the bottom and started to tie it off. She got out another machine and she heard a sound behind her, something whirling, something cutting. The French lady placed the excess cable in the bag with the machine. Cable?! It looked a little like telephone cable but instead of electrical wires inside she saw the frayed ends of steel wire. Well... there was not going to be any give in this corset then.

8

The man watched the screen with a smirk.

"Sir?" Asked the man from before, "What is the point in all this?"

He laughed, his eyes not leaving the screen. "The research was meant to create sleeper agents who would kill without a second thought. The drug we gave her is sending a chemical to her brain weakening and strengthening certain synapses, combined with the punishment and electric shock it allows us to have her more readily yield to our suggestions. This is just part of the process... and a bit of enjoyment, for me at least."

The man hesitated for a moment, "No sir, I meant why are we doing this to her?"

He turned away from the screen and looked at the man who worked for him, he couldn't quite remember his name and he shied away at the look. "Why?"

"Y-yes sir. Of those who you've chosen to seek vengeance against. Well... we've killed families, given some slow deaths, but all this." He motioned to the room, "The plane, the brain washing..." He trailed off.

"Her father killed the only woman I've ever loved. He revealed information to our enemies that saw his own wife captured. This girl is the only thing in the world he cares for. I don't think he'd care about what I did to him. So this is the only way I can see to hurt him. I will turn her into an obedient slave and show him what I've made of her." He had spoken with anger in his voice, the words dripping with more venom with each one uttered. He sighed, his anger quelling as he relaxed back into his chair, "Besides, He wants some doll to parade around on his arm, might as well kill two birds with one stone."

The man was quiet and nodded. "So, why aren't we using the chemical to make more sleeper agents, sir?" He asked, switching the topic.

He sighed, "The procedure is... complex. The drugs cause them to become obedient. It essentially breaks away the need for choice by making them make them in an instant without a consideration for their own welfare. They could strike at the slightest hint of vulnerability... but eventually it makes them a little too obedient. Initiative is lost and it was determined that they didn't make suitable assassins."

"I see..."

"Though this isn't the first time it has been mixed with some pretty powerful aphrodisiacs and abused for more... ethically questionable purposes." He said with an evil smirk.

9

The French woman fixed something to Nikki's ankles above the boots she still wore, she considered kicking, but she didn't really have the angle to hit her properly and decided it'd probably just end in electric shocks which she wanted to avoid. She focused on trying to think of a way she could get out of here though he options were slim if not non-existent. Her mind went back to the chair, chair ten. She could choose to sit in it. But once she'd chosen she couldn't back out, could she risk it? Would it be worse than what they were doing to her now? She shivered, her mind going to the thought of the dungeons she'd seen in a tour in Edinburgh several years ago and she knew that it most certainly could be. The woman removed the strap across Nikki's thighs. She pressed a button and her arms started to pull upwards, Nikki struggled as she was lifted off her seat by the tugging of the cuffs around her wrists. She stood, with some difficulty as she found that the corset was making it impossible to bend at the waist even a fraction of a degree. Her arms were lifted until the cuffs dug painfully into her wrists. She stood, arms pointing directly up, back held straight and her legs held apart, strapped at the ankle either side of the bench. The woman smiled, a smile that sent shivers down her spine and caused her to try and press her knees together without avail. She ran her nails down Nikki's arm and to her side sending a wave of ticklish sensations through Nikki that caused her to squirm and cry out.

"Now, you shall not want to make the next choice, so I'll be kind enough to remind you about my ability to select both should you refuse, I think you'll see why you'd rather make a choice."

She could almost hear his smile and her heart pounded as if it wanted to break from her chest. She was having trouble breathing and had to calm her nerves with a small whimper, though his next words did not help.

"Cunt or Ass."

She froze, eyes widening as she let out sounds of protest and struggled some more.

"For cunt, put Miss Cloutier's left nipple in your mouth, for ass, put her right."

The woman stood before her and pulled down her top again as before, Nikki stood staring, had her mouth not been held that way her jaw may have dropped at the indignity of the choice. "AH-" One; she thought to herself. She had an idea what it was going to be, she just hesitated. Even though she could feel the slightly wetness between her legs the idea of what this would be scared her a little. A second shock and cry; two. Although the very face that she was becoming more and more excited by this was scaring her. The most adventurous she had been in bed had been with a pair of plastic handcuffs, this was all too much. She winced; three. Or was it? She swore the pain was becoming less in her sensitive nipples. Either way she had to make a choi- four --choice and she knew which she was more ready for. Five. She blinked and her stomach fell, she realised she'd not properly been listening, too caught up in the fear and embarrassment. Six; another shock drew a wince. He'd said left first, right? That was the one for 'cunt' she felt dirty at thinking the word. Seven. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to remember, what if she got it wrong? Eight. Her thoughts were feeling cloudy, was it all the drugs they'd give her? She leant towards Miss Cloutier's left nipple. Nine. She was running out of time! She felt like the other woman had pulled back a little. Scowling, she thrust her head forward and fell slightly, her mouth wrapping around the tip of the French woman's small breast firmly. She felt the ring pressing against her tongue and tasted metal. She felt a shock and clenched her eyes, not moving a muscle, pleading that it had been in time and had been the one she had meant to choose. She felt a strange feeling through her, as she held the other woman's breast in her mouth; she could feel heat between her own legs and struggled to tell herself to stop getting so excited.

"Hmm, you know. As much as I appreciate your affection, you can take my breast from your mouth now."

Nikki blushed and pulled back with a look of utter embarrassment as the woman touched her face softly, with affection.

"Oh, well now, if I'd known you'd blush that shade of red I'd have asked to keep you for myself. It matches my lips." She said, leaning in and pressing her lips to Nikki's cheek, giving her a gentle kiss.

She shivered a little, the act wasn't kind. It was full of lust and cruel intent, but it was soft and gentle and it did make her feel... less alone. She tried to give the closest thing to a smile she could but Miss Coultier wasn't paying attention, instead she pulled something from the bag. Nikki swallowed, the smile wiped in an instant. That was unmistakably a dildo she was holding.

10

Somewhere in a bar in an American town a man sat alone in a bar, the light of an old CRT type screen doing more to light up the place than the supposed lights.

"This is news at ten." The TV said. The bar was empty except for the grizzled looking man in the suit. He had black hair, with streaks of grey running down either side and the look of a hairline that was about ready to recede.

"The plane from Newark to Helsinki is still missing. New information suggests that the pilot may have been feeding fake progress reports for the latter half of the flight. Friends and colleagues noticed his wordings being rather out of character. Others have suggested that it was the pilot himself who had chosen to fly off course. The transponder had been manually shut down somewhere before the plane reached the UK and was reported by the pilot as a fault. No sign of plane or wreckage has been found."

The man in the bar finished his drink, neat whiskey, and growled at the bartender for another.

"Awful thing this plane fiasco, ain't it?" The bartender said as he poured him one.

The man grumbled, not wanting to make conversation.

"Hmm, reckon it was hijacked myself. Taken by some secret military type. Never can trust people these days."

He looked up and gave the bartender a strange look opening his mouth to talk-

"Yes."

The bartender replied with what sounded like a Russian accent. "Yes we have her and yes we will kill her if you do anything stupid."

He gritted his teeth and slapped his palms on the bar-top about to stand. He felt a gun against his head and his instincts told him to freeze.

"You were a brother to us. You sold us out. You betrayed us and our cause, setting us back over a decade. What for? Money? A life in the US?" He scoffed and Nikki's father stood still and silent, clenching his jaw, his worst fears coming to fruition.

He replied through gritted teeth in an American accent, "You know I don't care about those things. You'll never understand why I did what I did, it is outside your capacity to understand."

The bartender sneered "You killed your own sister and you lecture me on the capacity of emotions?! Not even the most savage of animals is so ruthless."

He glanced away, "Like I said... you wouldn't understand why I did what I did."

The bartender spat at him, "Like I give a shit. Now... there are some things you are going to do, some insurance policies you've set up that we are going to need taken down if you are to ever see your daughter again."

Her father felt hands pulling his own arms behind his back and frogmarching him out to a back room. "This could be a trick, the plane might have crashed. Unless you prove that she's safe I-"

A photo was shown to him of his daughter tied to a metal chair, looking scared and he shut his mouth with fury in his eyes.

11

Nikki shifted and struggled against the bonds at the sight of the smooth phallic shaped black piece of rubber, but it was as hopeless as before. The handcuffs above her head were pulled tight, the corset around her waist tighter still. Her legs held either side of the bench between her legs. The French woman made calming sounds as she moved over and stroked her face softly.

"There there sweetie, remember you chose for me to be gentle earlier. So I will be..." She held the dildo up, it wasn't massive but it was still quite big; it was connected to a piece of red leather than looked to be identical to the material the corset was made from. "I'd lick it if I was you."

Nikki hesitated but chose to take the advice, leaning forwards and putting her lips around it. It only just slipped through the ring into her mouth and she shivered slightly. Her boyfriend wasn't small, but he wasn't exceptionally well hung either. Secretly, she'd not tell him, but she had been slightly disappointed, she'd wanted the feeling of something larger inside her, nothing monstrous of course, but bigger. She didn't talk to anyone about it, it was a rather perverted desire, but she was sure that most people had them; they just never spoke about them. She put her thoughts aside as she put her tongue to work licking around the dildo. The other woman 'helpfully' gave her more of the dildo, to moisten. Nikki pulled back, gagging a little. "Shh. Relax."

The woman gripped her pony tail firmly and bent her head back, and began fucking her mouth with the dildo. She couldn't make a noise in protest as her eyes widened. It was all she could do to relax her throat and try her best to breathe through her nose, her eyes wide with anger as she gagged a little. She wasn't particularly rough, but then, not being particularly rough when forcing a black rubber cock in and out of a bound woman's mouth is really a relative term. She made more soothing sounds, her hand slipping down to squeeze Nikki's breast, after less than a minute she slowed. She pulled it out and smiled, Nikki did not look pleased and made a sound to project this through deep gasps to catch her breathe. The trail of saliva between the dildo and her mouth made her look a little less threatening and Miss Coultier smiled a devilish smile and wiped Nikki's chin.

"Oh, shush, I'm sure your boyfriends have given you much worse. Such a pretty pair of full lush lips you have. Perfect for wrapping around a nice hard cock. Or pressing against my clit." She purred the words into Nikki's ear. Causing Nikki to squirm, she couldn't let these words have this much of an effect on her. The thought of the other woman pressing Nikki's mouth forcefully between her legs caused a strange pressure between her legs. She realised then that it was a real pressure. She let out a sound, though it sounded slightly lewd and caused Nikki to blush. She felt it stroking against her sensitive lips as she tried to relax. Her knees instinctively tried to pull together in vain as she felt the tip of the dildo being run between the pink folds of her sex, pressing up against her clit caused her to cry out again.

"Well well, I guess that wasn't necessary after all. You're soaked Nikki, you naughty girl. Are you enjoying this as much as I am?" She said with a smirk. She felt the other woman's fingers spread her lips softly and then the dildo being pushed upwards, it wasn't massive, but it was big and she definitely felt it enter her. Miss Coultier kissed and nibbled at Nikki's ear as she began to gently move the tip of the dildo in and out of her. Nikki's legs went slightly weak as she felt her small opening being stretched and relaxed around the head of the fake cock. She moaned a little and she felt it start to be pushed deeper inside her. Oh, it was big... and felt it. At perhaps 7.5'' in length and as wide as her jaw would go, though her mouth was somewhat petite, it filled her tightly. Coultier worked it in and out some more.

She pushed the final half inch inside, Nikki making small sounds of pleasure as her body betrayed her, she was enjoying this, she tried to fight that thought, to tell herself she needed to escape, but more and more she felt a pressure inside her telling her to keep going. It scared her and she refused to let it show. She felt something cold and a little rough press against her clit, though it started to warm, it felt a little metallic. The leather material came up in front in a small thin strip of material that just covered her landing strip and left her hips and much of her groin bare. It fastened to the corset and then she felt a thinner strap between the cheeks of her behind as evidently it was fixed to the back too. The device from before that had sealed her in the corset came out and was pressed to where the straps had been fixed, a small mechanical sound obviously sealing it in place. She shuddered a little, feeling her wet hole, tightly stretch clench around the dildo, her mouth and pussy both held open to capacity she shuddered with a mixture of fear and pleasure.

"Maybe I'll see you later sweetheart... if you choose wisely." She grinned, kissing her cheek again and tugging at the rings in her nipples causing a small squeal of pleasure and pain. Nikki blushed at the pleasure part of that cry. The woman packed up her things, left a key on the bench in front of Nikki and left, the door sealing behind her.

After a moment the chain holding her wrists in the air loosened and let Nikki sit back down. She picked up the key and managed to unlock the cuffs. She leant over, with difficulty, bending at the hips- wow, she felt the dildo move inside her as she did that, not being able to bend at the waist and having that thing inside her shift if she best at the hips was inconvenient. She undid the locks on her ankles too and stood up. She moved away from the machine and her hands went between her legs.

She caught sight of herself in a mirror. A set of red lips printed on her cheek, her hair in a ponytail, a ring gag holding her mouth open, drool on her lower lip and now the corset. She'd known it was tight, but the curve it gave to her figure was almost unreal. It made her breasts and hips look cartoonish in comparison. She placed her hands around the narrowest point and shuddered at how close her fingers and thumb came to touching, she had to get out of this. She tried to find a way to unfasten the dildo from between her legs first, her fingers felt at what had been the clasps but there was no way that she could see to get them free, the machine having effectively sealed them on. She tugged, but the material was thick leather and didn't budge. It felt like it had been put together to suffice as medieval leather armour. She reached behind herself and felt the cables, but she couldn't feel a knot and she had no idea how it did up, let alone how to loosen it. She tried looking behind herself in the mirror, but the restriction to her movements stopped her from twisting at the waist. She sighed at the futility of the situation. She wiped her cheek clean of the lipstick before feeling behind herself, hoping the strap might come off at the back. It was hopeless too.