The Armoire Ch. 10

Lindsey said, "Please hurry! We have to get out of here now!"

A seemingly terrified Lilly didn't have to be told twice. She pushed her way past the other girls and scampered into the wagon. The others followed as quickly as they could; even Jessalynn whose skepticism, for the most part, had given way to a sense of self preservation. Lindsey told them to fasten their seatbelts quickly then closed and locked the wagon's door. She gave a quick wave to Tommy and George, then tore off down the driveway and headed for Darquesied's jail.

The two men shut off all the equipment then broke into satisfied laughter and high fives. There was a long way to go, but they had pulled this part off without a hitch.

Once they had settled down a bit, George said, "You know, Thomas, I was wondering...the girls pay for this, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well," he said, "is this what they really want? To be scared, and believe it's for real?"

Tommy thought for a few moments, then sighed; realizing he had gone too far this time. In KrySylDarque he had fooled the girls just long enough to get them into the van, but here he had planned to get them into the jail believing they had actually been kidnapped by some deranged police officers.

George was right, of course. The girls weren't looking to be terrified. They had simply signed up for an intense BD scenario. As usual, without Alyssa there to rein him in, he had gone a bit overboard.

He immediately called Lindsey on his cell phone, "Lindsay, I need you to use the intercom to the back of the wagon, and tell the girls that your commanding officer says that they shouldn't be afraid. At least there're not in Philadelphia."

Lindsey said, "But then they'll know it's just the scenario."

"Exactly," he said, "and when you get to the jail keep them in the wagon. I'm coming right behind you."

Tommy hung up and then turned to his good friend, "You know," he said, "you could've mentioned this a little sooner."

George said, "Hey! I just do what I'm told. You're the freaking expert."

The two men continued to trade jibes while loading the wind machine back onto the pickup. They laughed and joked at the girls' reactions to the "storm", and after loading the sound equipment into George's van, Tommy hopped into his truck and headed for the jail.

While visibility for the girls had been zero as they fought their way to the "shelter," Tommy and George had no trouble making out the five, lightly clad, rain soaked beauties struggling against the wind. As he neared the jailhouse, Tommy chuckled, remembering George's comment, "Geez, Darquesied, you better live forever, 'cause heaven is going to be a poor substitute for this!"

He parked at the side of the building, grabbed his riding crop, and approached a patiently waiting Lindsey. He too was in uniform, but it was a rented costume; a little cheesy, but realistic enough for purposes of the scenario.

"How're they doing?"

"They've been pretty quiet." said Lindsey, "I could hear them laughing a bit when I told them what you said on the phone."

"Okay. Well, let me have the mic for a minute."

The corporal handed him the intercom microphone, and Tommy said, "Ladies. Welcome to the Darquesied Maximum Discipline Prison. You have been brought here for re-training and to learn your place. You will address me as 'Sir' at all times, and my colleague as 'Madam.' Any failure to comply with instructions from, either myself or my colleague, will result in severe consequences. Do you all understand?"

There was some mumbling and giggling from within the van, then Mariya answered, "Yes Sir, we understand."

He went to the back of the van and opened the door. Telling the others to remain seated, he motioned for Lilly to come forward, then helped her step to the ground. He closed the van door, took Lilly's hand and, as he walked her to the building, he could see a look of disappointment on her face that was almost childlike. Tommy knew that she had expected to participate as a "victim" much longer, and in his original plans she would have. In fact, his initial plan had called for Lilly to "accidentally die" as a result of a staged "torture" session; the intent being to scare the living crap out of the other girls. Thankfully, George's seemingly innocuous query had brought him to his senses.

He explained the reason for the change in plans as they walked, and when they reached the building, he kissed her and said, "I know you're disappointed, but Lindsey and I really need your help. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

She smiled and kissed him back, but it was easy to see she was still disheartened.

Tommy went back to the van and opened the rear door, "When I call your name you will answer 'Yes Sir' then come forward and step out of the van. You will disrobe as quickly as you can, and then stand for inspection. You should all know how to stand properly, so no instruction should be required...Anastasia."

"Yes Sir!" she said, and eagerly popped up and out of the van. She was almost frantic as she hurriedly stripped off her still soaking tee shirt, shorts, and laughably tiny thong. She spread her feet wide apart, locked her hands behind her head, and stood proudly for "inspection"...with a big grin on her face.

"OW! SHIT!" she cried, as Tommy's crop landed a sharp smack to her pubes.

"How many more will it take to wipe that smile off your face, prisoner?"

"I'm sorry Sir! It won't happen again Sir!" she shouted. She did manage to stifle the smile, but she was terribly excited by all this and what was to come, so it wasn't easy.

Tommy said, "Please take her to her cell, Corporal."

"Yes, Captain," said Lindsey, and she grabbed Anastasia's elbow and led her away.

Tommy kept his back to the girls as he stifled his own chuckle at Lindsey addressing him as "Captain."

Angelique, and then Mariya were called forward and both managed to keep straight faces and stand properly, although Mariya earned herself a pube smack for being a little slow. Lastly, he turned and called Jessalynn forward. Without a word she lazily rose from her seat and stepped out of the van. She leisurely stripped off her button blouse, white lace bra, designer jeans, and lastly, her lace panties. She then half-heartedly spread her feet apart, clenched her hands behind her head, sighed, and stared off into space. Her attitude was that of a bored, rebellious teenager.

A sharp smack of the crop to her right breast caused her to cringe. Her eyes shut in a hard squint as the crop cracked against her left breast. She gasped softly at the third swack to the underside of her boob. The fourth strike to her right breast drew tears...but still she said nothing.

Tommy paused for a moment, realizing that this was textbook Jessalynn. She, like the other girls, had come to this session expecting—eagerly expecting—to be treated harshly, but Jessalynn always had this mutinous attitude. She always seemed to have to prove something, and she wasn't happy unless she was the centre of attention. He would have to take a different tack with her.

He turned and motioned for Lilly to approach, whispered something to her, then turned back to Jessalynn. Pointing to the back of the van he said, "Keep your hands behind your head and sit there."

She did as she was told, but still defiantly omitted the requisite, "Yes Sir."

Momentarily, Lilly returned from the Yukon with two, twenty foot lengths of smooth braid, nylon rope, a six foot length, a ball gag, a black, stretchy headband, and two bottles of water. He uncapped one of the bottles and said, "Here, drink this. You're going to need it."

As expected, she sassily downed the entire contents in one go. Tommy handed her the second bottle, "This one too, if you can handle it."

It took her a few tries, but his little challenge was more than enough to encourage her to consume the entire contents. When she finished the bottle, she cavalierly tossed it aside. She had consumed a full litre and a half of water; quite a bit for one so tiny, and bright as she was, her disposition for defiance had kept her from realizing why he had her do it.

Satisfied, Tommy took the six foot rope, wrapped it a couple of times around her waist, and tied it off as a makeshift belt. Then he pulled her legs straight out, and with one of the twenty footers, tied a tight ankle hobble. He pulled the rope tail tight, and then tied another hobble just above her knees. He had her stand, and pulling the tail tight again, he looped it through the waist rope and tied it off. The bind effectively removed her ability to bend at the knee.

He turned her around, and used the second twenty footer to hobble her wrists. Pulling the tail tight, he bound her elbows, then pulled the tail down, looped it around the wrist rope, then down again, tying it off at the knee rope. For the most part, she could no longer bend at the waist. For safety, he tied a rope to the roof rack on the van and secured the other end to her waist rope. It wouldn't keep her from falling over, but it would prevent her from crashing to the ground.

He stood in front of her, held up the ball gag, and said, "Would you like some more water?"

She nodded, indicating that she would not, then rolled her eyes, opened her mouth, and accepted the red ball. Tommy pulled the head band over her hair and down over her eyes. Once he was satisfied with the blindfold, he leaned forward and said, "I'll be back in an hour and we'll talk again."

He had Lilly sit on the rear of the paddy wagon, so she could keep an eye on the bound "prisoner", then turned and headed for the jail. At the door, he looked back and scrutinized his handiwork. The tiny, bound beauty had little choice but to stand motionless; rigid and straight, like a marble statue. He couldn't help but feel a bit downcast, realizing that, like KriSylDarque, this one wasn't going to be fun for him.

Back then, everyone had assumed that Tommy had slept like a baby that night, but the truth was he hardly slept at all; just an hour or so in the morning. Extremely concerned about the girls hanging on the posts, he had snuck out nearly every half hour to check on them; especially Alyssa. He had even seen Sylvia's little self indulgence with the helpless Kendall. Then, as now, he could not fathom why the girls would want to be treated in such a manner.

He closed his eyes and chuckled as a vision of Alyssa in the manure pit popped into his head; and he immediately realized he would never truly understand it. He would have to be content with the knowledge that they did in fact want this, and that he could deliver. He just had to hide the fact that he hated doing it.

He took one last look to ensure that Jessalynn would be okay and then he turned and entered the jailhouse. The corporal was sitting at an old wooden desk in the middle of the room, while all three girls were in the leftmost cell. The jail cells were quite large, so they had decided to put all the girls in one, and use the other for "therapy." The girls' cell was outfitted with four, slightly raised, mattressless, wooded pallet beds, and a single bucket in the middle of the floor.

Lindsey had bound the girls' hands behind them with plastic cuffs, and ordered them to sit in silence on one of the wooden beds, which had them facing the other cell. Until told otherwise they could only move off the bed if they had to pee.

It took them a moment to notice, but all three shuddered when they spied the old, metal bed frame attached vertically to the wall in the other cell. A leather cuff was affixed to a short chain at each corner, and a small, cushioned headrest was attached about eighteen inches from the top. Clamped to each side of the rusty frame was a thick battery cable leading to four large, deep cycle, marine batteries. The cell also contained a table laden with ropes, floggers, canes, crops, nipple clamps, and other various and sundry "therapeutic" instruments.

As he took a seat behind the desk he said, "Have they been behaving?"

The corporal rose to get him a coffee from the little, makeshift kitchenette and said, "They have been as quiet as cadavers, my Captain."

Both of them were speaking loud enough for their "prisoners" to hear, and Tommy chuckled again at the "Captain" reference and her sinister use of the word "cadavers."

Lindsey said, "And what of our other inmate?"

"She's taking a little 'time out' to consider the benefits of an attitude adjustment," he said, and then a little louder he continued, "And we all know that a bad attitude is not a good idea around here, is it inmates?"

Not quite in unison, the three girls meekly answered, "No Sir."

Just then, Mariya stood up, moved to a position over the bucket, squatted down, and noisily relieved her seemingly overflowing bladder. When she was done she returned to the bed, and one by one, the other two girls followed suit. When they were all sitting again, Lindsey stood up, moved to the cell, and said, "Well! That was pretty disgusting. You may all be interested in the fact that the bucket is actually for your drinking water. For future reference, if you need to take a pee, simply ask and we will escort you to the toilet outside."

Lindsey turned towards Tommy and said, "May I suggest, Captain, that we do not give them any water until they use up the contents of the bucket?"

He chuckled and said, "I will take it under advisement Corporal. Now, frankly that was one of the most revolting things I have ever witnessed, so would you please bring Mariya out here immediately."

Lindsey and he had rehearsed this, and several other "therapy" sessions in the hope that they could keep the girl's tension levels as high as possible. The corporal unlocked the cell, stood Mariya up, and led her out. Tommy then took her elbow and led her to the ominous looking bed frame. He could feel her tense up as she took in the sight of the heavy cables and huge batteries. Lindsey proceeded to cut off the plastic cuffs, then positioned Mariya with her back to the frame, arms and legs spread. As the corporal fastened her limbs to the cuffs at each corner, Tommy grabbed the booster cables and tapped the two electrodes together. The resulting bright flash and the loud "SNAP" startled everybody; even him.

Mariya's face went white as the smell of burning electric pervaded the entire building. A quick glance at the other two girls showed that they too were wondering if they were going to get more than they bargained for.

He nodded to Lindsey who then returned to the other cell and blindfolded them with black headbands. Tommy motioned for Mariya to open her mouth, and then inserted a large, bright red ball gag. Once she too was blindfolded he said, "You need to think about what you did for the next couple of minutes; how repulsive your display was to the rest of us."

Through the gag she whimpered, "I'm really sorry, Sir." Then she began to sob.

He proceeded to retrieve a hidden, regular electronic controller, as well as a violet wand, porcelain dildo, wired nipple clamps, clit clamp, and a few stick-on electrodes. There was, of course, never any intention of electrocuting the girls with the huge cables and powerful marine batteries. Truth be told, the batteries were actually dead ones from his golf car that he had replaced months ago. He was pleased, although startled, by the huge flash when he touched the cable clamps together as he hadn't realized that they still had that much juice left. It certainly cranked up the girls' anxiety as to what was to come next...especially Mariya's.

Her face screwed up in a wince as he carefully installed the nipple clamps while Lindsey fastened a stick-on to her perineum and another to her pubes. Tommy then rubbed the dildo with a conductive lubricant and slowly slid it inside her. She gasped and held her breath until the hard, transparent phallus was completely inserted and the Velcro strap was affixed. Lastly, with great care he attached the clit clamp, causing Mariya to wistfully whisper, "Oh my!"

Tommy attached the various leads to the controller, switched it on, and set it so all electrodes would receive the low voltage current. He turned the dial a little above medium, then took a moment to observe his "captive."

Mariya, like the other girls, had experienced lifters from the controller many times, but in her mind the leads were attached to those huge, evil batteries. Her anticipation of what she thought was coming, mixed with excitement, arousal, and unmitigated fear, was causing her to shiver.

He had wanted her to be first for one simple reason; Mariya was very vocal at her sessions...and she was a screamer. As he moved his hand towards the controller he took a little pride in the fact that she was going through with this; a testament to her obvious trust in him. He smiled a bit as he pushed the button.

Her body went completely rigid and arched violently away from the frame causing the somewhat slackened cuff chains to snap taut. She did not disappoint in the sound department either, and the ball gag did little to suppress her bone chilling shriek. It startled Lindsey, and although the road was quite a distance from the building, she ran to the door to see if any passerby might have heard. Lilly too jumped up, and making sure to keep her charge in sight, ran to the door to see what was happening. The other two "prisoners" gasped, and Angelique began to weep.

Mariya's vocalizations changed to moans and groans of pleasure as Tommy randomly applied the pulsing current to nipples, stick-ons, clit, and dildo. Periodically he would hit all the contacts at once, and then give her a few seconds to catch her breath. During one of the respites he leaned in close and whispered, "Do not say Chicago."

Breathlessly she whispered, "Yes My Master."

Once she realized that she was not actually hooked up to those terrible batteries, her trepidation turned to ecstasy and she gleefully accepted each new surge. Suddenly, her body writhed and convulsed; her muscles tightened and trembled, and her head slammed back against the cushion as her climax gushed around that magnificent dildo. Like a Banshee on steroids, she screamed, "OH GAWWWWD!"

When her orgasm finally dissipated, her head dropped forward as though she had expired. Her soaked, heaving chest; however, and deep, guttural breathing showed that she was in fact alive and well, although completely spent. Those without blindfolds could easily see that Mariya had thoroughly enjoyed the experience, but to the two sightless captives the sounds they heard convinced them that she had suffered through a terrible and painful ordeal. The girls strained to hear through the sudden silence as Tommy and Lindsey released Mariya from the frame. He held her to his chest for a minute or so until she regained some strength in her legs, and then just before Lindsey led her back to the cell, he whispered, "Don't say anything when you go back. Just sit in silence."

She whispered, "Yes Sir."

The corporal guided the still blindfolded girl to a pallet across from the other captives, then used another plastic cuff to bind her wrists; this time in front. When she was done she told Mariya that she could lie down if she wanted, and the exhausted woman immediately stretched out on the hard, wooden bed. Lindsey then turned and grabbed Anastasia's elbow and led her to the waiting Tommy.

Anastasia was, and always had been, a glutton for lifters. Virtually every one of her sessions included some kind of electrics, but the thought of those batteries had even her trembling and panting as she was strapped onto the metal frame. Like Mariya before, she let out a frightening scream at the first hit of current, but quickly realized what was really happening and settled in for a marvelous ripper. Again, like Mariya, she emitted loud moans of pleasure, and pulled so hard on the cuffs when she came that Lindsey was concerned the chains might give way. The long loud, "On my GAAAAWWWWD!" signaled to all...except Angelique...that the voltage had done its job.