The Armoire Ch. 10

Throughout the session poor Angelique had assumed that all the shrieks from Anastasia, like Mariya before her, were actually screams of someone being tortured beyond their ability to endure. Misinterpreting Anastasia's last vocalization, Angelique was reduced to a sobbing, quivering heap.

Lindsey grabbed her by the elbow and started to lead her out of the cell, but suddenly Angelique pulled back and screamed, "No! Please! Don't do this to me...PLEASE!"

Realizing that she had bought into the scenario a little too well, Tommy moved to her side and grabbed her other elbow, but the sudden feeling of two people now forcing her towards the metal frame was too much for her and she shouted, "PHILA—"

Tommy managed to cup his hand over her mouth before she completed the word. He leaned in close to her and whispered sweetly, "Angel, remember where you are. Remember who I am. Nothing bad is going to happen, my little slave."

She stood still for a moment, then settling down a bit she nodded her head and he removed his hand. Although somewhat relieved, she was still trembling and already soaked in perspiration by the time they finished binding her to the frame. Twenty minutes later, however, she was laying on one of the pallets; panting, exhausted, and very, very content.

It was near dusk as Tommy and Lindsey took a little break. They sat and sipped coffee and munched on some little snacks that Lilly had made. Their respite had only lasted about ten minutes when Lilly came to the door and said, "I think you should come out now...er...Captain."

He had actually forgotten about Jessalynn for a while, but immediately arose and went outside. There he saw the rebellious girl standing in a remarkably large puddle of her own pee; her legs soaked from top to bottom. He walked over to her, pulled up her blindfold, and peered into her deep, tear soaked eyes. What he saw was a girl whose spirit was by no means broken; instead her eyes reflected a look of satisfaction. Her desire to participate in an intense group weekend was strong, but it had to be on her terms; kicking and screaming.

Tommy removed her gag and said, "Do you have something to say?"

She looked up and into his eyes and said, "I apologize for my previous behaviour...Sir."

Satisfied with her response he nodded, and realizing that the knots were not worth the time it would take to undo, he retrieved his paramedic's shears and simply cut the ropes off. Lilly then handed her a bar of soap, Tommy moved out of the way, and Lindsey let fly with a garden hose. The icy water caused Jessalynn to gasp, but she bravely turned herself around until she was completely soaked. After lathering herself up she stood straight and silently endured another frigid blast from the hose. Once rinsed, she was handed a towel to dry off, then her hands were cuffed behind her, and the blindfold was reapplied. The corporal led her to the last remaining pallet bed in the cell, sat her down, and told her that, unless instructed otherwise, she was to sit in silence.

The day had gone by quickly and it was already pretty dark, but it wasn't over. Tommy hopped in the Yukon and drove to town to pick up a pizza while his two assistants set about making a large pot of oatmeal; the closest thing to gruel they could think of. Later, with half a slice crammed into her mouth, Lilly commented that eating a pizza in front of their famished captives was perhaps the cruelest thing they had done all day.

For about half an hour they ate and drank and talked; sometimes loud for the benefit of their captives, and sometimes in a whisper as Tommy explained what he had planned for Jessalynn. Both Lilly and Lindsey actually blushed at times as Tommy spelled out the details of the proposed session. They all laughed when Lilly, not entirely in jest, complained, "Hey! How come you've never done that to us?"

When they were done Tommy went about clearing off the desk so that it was completely free of any objects. His two assistants used a small, rolling table to bring the electric controller and its accessories to a position near the desk, then Lindsey went to fetch Jessalynn.

Tommy moved her to the front of the desk then had her sit on the edge and lean back, with her palms out flat on the surface. When he was satisfied that she was correctly positioned he had his two assistants each grab an ankle and slowly spread her legs wider and wider until both limbs were up on the desk. Jessalynn's youth and flexibility were invaluable assets as her legs were virtually straight out to her sides in what some might call a perfect split.

He quickly bound her ankles and tied them off to the rearmost desk legs. Two more ropes just above her knees, and tied to the front desk legs, ensured that the unfortunate captive had no escape from whatever was to come.

Lindsey told her to open her mouth so she could insert a ball gag, but Jessalynn's lips remained firmly clamped together. The corporal even applied a couple of fairly severe nipple pinches, but still the tiny bound waif would not comply. Tommy then took the gag, held it in front of her, and simply said, "Open." She immediately smiled and opened her mouth as wide as she could. The corporal was not amused.

He moved the rolling table a little closer and plugged in three appliances; a violet wand, a static ball, and a wired pinwheel. He then sat and moved his chair closer until he was staring into Jessalynn's gaping, defenseless womanhood. He wasn't the least bit surprised to see that she was already extremely wet. She had always been a virtual slut for lifters; he suspected that it was because it was the one of the few things that made her lose control. Tough as she was in other areas, she had a surprisingly low tolerance for electrics, that is to say, it didn't take much to get her off the launch pad.

He motioned for his two aides to pull up chairs and sit on either side of him. He handed the pinwheel to the corporal and the static ball to Lilly, along with a look reminding her not to get carried away. He reached back and set the controller between low and medium then switched it on. The pinwheel and static ball had no adjustment, but the violet wand had a sliding switch that allowed him to alter the flow of current from nothing to whatever the controller was set at. He carefully inserted the end of the wand deep inside her yawning vagina, moved it around a little, and slowly slid the switch forward.

Her body tensed up at once, and for few moments she was able to remain silent and motionless, but then she moved her head slowly back and began to moan. Tommy motioned for his assistants to join in, and Lindsey immediately began to role the prickly pinwheel all around her inner thighs, labia, pubes, and tummy. At the same time Lilly touched the static ball to her breasts, nipples, and sides; occasionally moving to her feet and toes.

Jessalynn began to tremble and shake her head. Within moments she experienced her first climax and screamed a deep, almost frightening, "ARRRRRGGGG!" into her gag. Her three tormenters did not let up, forcing her to endure their harassment continuously. She shrieked, moaned, trembled, gasped for air, and pulled hard on her ropes as they probed and zapped her without relief. She would come down from one orgasm only to begin another; and the desk in front of her sported a small puddle of her liquid. The aroma of her sex soon wafted through the entire building.

Tommy finally signaled the girls to stop and give Jessalynn a chance to catch her breath. Her head fell forward as she panted and gulped in mouthfuls of oxygen. She was still trembling and her body gleamed of sweat under the harsh jail lights, but after a few moments she held her head up straight, sat up, and thrust her chest forward. Another loud, defiant "ARRRRRGGGG!" signaled she was ready for more; and her three jailers were happy to oblige.

For ten more minutes they assailed her most intimate parts with probes and voltage. The sounds she made became increasingly plaintive until finally, and mercifully, they stopped. Jessalynn was completely exhausted; wheezing and gasping for air, and uncontrollably shuddering.

Tommy wasted no time in untying her bindings and cutting away the cuffs, then he slowly and gently brought her legs together. He realized that she was too weak even to stand, so he simply picked her up, carried her to the cell, and laid her tenderly on the pallet. He covered her with a gray, wool blanket, and then stood for a moment and watched her. He smiled and shook his head, accepting the fact that, defiant and stubborn as she was, she was without a doubt one of his favourites.

It was almost ten o'clock when Lindsey and Lilly ladled out huge globs of cold oatmeal onto metal plates. They brought each captive a serving and a bottle of water, instructing them to eat the "gruel' with their fingers. Even Jessalynn, tired as she was, managed to sit up and accept her food. When they were done, the captives were taken outside to use the portable toilet and clean themselves with soap and cold water. They were then led back in and made to stand outside the cell where, except for Jessalynn, the cuffs were cut off and new ones installed; their hands repositioned behind their backs.

When all four were back inside, Tommy grabbed a medium soft, leather flogger, moved in behind the girls and said, "Now, I want you all to remember where you are at all times; even while you sleep. In aid of that, I need you now to spread your feet apart nice and wide, and bend forward; backs parallel to the floor."

The girls did as instructed and he immediately set the flogger windmilling and struck. He moved from one to the other, whipping bums, inner thighs, then outer thighs. The girls moaned and winced as their cheeks and upper legs grew pinker with each lash. When he felt the colour was just right he moved the flogger to strike sharply between their legs; and when he saw they were ready, he lingered on that girl until she climaxed, then moved to the next. It wasn't long before all of them had achieved liftoff and stood bent over and panting.

They were then led back to their pallets and covered with rough, wool blankets. As Lindsey moved to turn off the cell light, she said, "No talking whatsoever. Just go to sleep. You have a hard day ahead of you."

With that the cell fell into darkness, and despite the uncomfortable, hard, wooden beds, the four beautiful prisoners were sound asleep in minutes.

* * *

Monday morning came none too soon for Tommy, and as he stood beside the rental car listening to the three girls yakking and giggling, he wondered how upset his clients would be if he stopped doing group sessions. The noise emanating from the vehicle was unmistakably cheerful, and all his weekend "prisoners" had said they thoroughly enjoyed the experience, but like KriSylDarque, he just could not find much pleasure in it.

Jessalynn finally emerged from the house to join the others for the trip back to the airport. As she neared the car Tommy said, "Well, my little Jessa, was it everything you thought it would be?"

She stood on her toes and reached up while he leaned down to accommodate the tiny Texan. She hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Not bad, Darquesied, not bad at all."

He shook his head in disbelief as the car drove away with the girls shouting back, "Don't forget to call us for the next one!"

He walked back to the porch just as Lilly appeared with a coffee and a lit cigar, "If you don't need anything for the next little while, My Master, I should go tend the horses."

"Thanks Lilly, I'm fine," he said, "but just do what you need to do. Try not to take too long 'cause we have a lot to do today."

She said, "Oh...okay. I'll be as fast as I can My Master."

"A promise is a promise," he thought, as he smiled and watched her walk away; her gorgeous bum cheerily wiggling back and forth beneath the tee shirt.

The weekend had passed painfully slow for him. He had put his "prisoners" through every humiliation and menial task he could conceive of over the two days. He had them scrubbing the concrete floor on hands and knees; clean and wash the jail walls, windows, and anything else he could find. At one point he had them wash the Yukon, insisting that they rub the soapy lather in using only their boobs. Admittedly, that was fun to watch and even the girls themselves giggled at times. Tommy chuckled as it occurred to him; if the people around here only knew why his truck was always so clean...

The chores had been interspersed with various "therapy" sessions; the most memorable of which was when he bound them all spread-eagled to the cell bars. It had occurred to him that the solid concrete floor lent itself to easy cleanup in the event of water spillage. He took advantage of that fact by first pinking them up with the leather flogger then using his water toys to direct thin streams, or hard pulsing jets, of icy water at various body parts until all four girls had screamed their way through at least two shivering orgasms. Then he released them...and had them clean the floor.

Taking a long puff on the von Maurik, he had to concede that some of it had been fun, but overall it was not the kind of thing he liked to do, and it was a lot of work for him. After KriSylDarque, and Jariyah's flogger mishap with Kendall, he realized that only he should be doing things, like whipping and such, with the women. That increased his workload considerably and left him exhausted at the end of the day.

"All done My Master," said Lilly.

He had been so lost in thought that he hadn't notice her return from the barn, "Oh...okay, why don't you go in and get cleaned up then meet me back out here."

Once she had freshened up she returned to the veranda where Tommy proceeded to bind her wrists behind her back with plastic cuffs. He took her by the elbow and loaded her into the passenger seat of the truck; secured her seatbelt, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

After sliding a black stretchy headband over her beaming eyes he hopped in the driver's seat and headed back to the Darquesied Maximum Discipline Prison.

A promise was a promise.

* * *

Tommy headed out on the electric golf car for his bi-weekly tour of the acreage. It was a nice ride and the modified golf car was so quiet he could often sneak up on grazing deer...if he didn't have the CD player blaring out a Solomon Burke tune. Often Alyssa would accompany him, or occasionally Lilly, but for the first time since her arrival, she was sleeping in.

True to his word, he had given her the entire day at the prison; doing to her virtually everything he had done to the others over the weekend, excluding the chores. She had enjoyed the full metal bed frame treatment; the water toy "therapy"; several encounters with the flogger; and even Jessalynn's desk adventure. She begged that, in lieu of chores, she be allowed to administer to him with her mouth. Ever munificent, Tommy magnanimously granted her request...twice.

On one occasion he had her kneel with her back to the cell bars, and her hands and feet through to the other side. He bound her wrists and ankles, then stood in front of her to accommodate her wonderful, oral ministrations. Occasionally he would pull away, forcing her to stretch forward and chase his just out of reach cock. Mouth agape, she would crane and attempt to capture the elusive rod; and while he moved closer then pulled back again, she begged him to return it to its rightful place. It was fun, but he didn't do it too long for fear his impatient, aching member might detach itself and find its own way between those delicious lips.

All in all, when he put her to bed that night, both of them were pretty happy campers.

Returning from his excursion he pulled up to the barn, then noticed Sylvia's car in front of the house. As he exited the golf car he saw Alyssa come barreling out of the house and race towards him. He just barely got all the way upright when she crashed into him with such force that they both fell to the ground. Straddling him she began to kiss his face and lips like a rapid fire machine gun. Several times, between kisses, she said, "Two weeks is too long!"

She finally slowed down a bit, hugged him close, and whispered, "Tommy, please take me somewhere...anywhere...right now!"

She didn't even need to ask. He peeled her off, got himself up, took her hand, and led her quickly to the shower room in the studio. Once the water was set he turned and virtually ripped her clothes off while she wrenched his sweatshirt over his head, and not bothering with the drawstring, sharply yanked his sweatpants down. They stepped into the shower where Alyssa immediately clamped her arms and legs around him; gripping as though her life depended on it. Tommy turned and slammed her back up against the tile wall, then they violently humped each other like sex-starved, rutting elk.

A few minutes later found them panting, spent, and sitting on the shower floor; he with his back to the wall and she between his legs, snuggled against his chest. For the next twenty minutes they just sat there in silence, content to hold each other and let the soft, warm water cascade over them.

Two weeks was indeed too long.

Finally they got out of the shower and he toweled her off, then she dried him. He just put his sweats back on, but Alyssa needed one of the robes, since in his eagerness to get her naked, he had actually damaged her clothing.

Tommy, opting to leave questions about her trip until they had more time, asked, "So, how's Sylvia and her boyfriend?"

Noticeably hesitant, Alyssa looked down at the floor and said, "Oh...uh...that's over."

"Oh. That's too bad," he said, "How's she taking it?"

They moved to the studio door, where, still uneasy, she stopped and said, "Oh, she's okay...but about that...uh...Sylvia heard about Lilly...and she'd like to talk to you."

With that, she turned and headed for the house. Tommy followed and got about halfway when reality struck, and he stopped dead in his tracks, "Oh no...! No, No, NO!"

Alyssa turned back to him, put her arms around him, and said, "Oh Sweetie, I'm sorry. When I was telling her, I didn't see it coming, but don't panic Tommy. Nothing is engraved in stone or anything. Just hear her out...okay?"

After a moment or two, he sighed and said, "Okay...Okay, I'll hear what she has to say, but you go ahead in. I have to...uh...I have to...I need to put the golf car away. I'll be there in a few minutes."

She kissed him, then turned back towards the house. He watched her sashay her way to the veranda, marveling that not even the loose fitting robe could mask her inherent beauty. For a moment he longed for it to be the way it was. No clients or "slaves;" just him and his beloved Alyssa, but that was not to be; at least for the time being.

He sighed, looked skyward, and said out loud, "So...my account has come due, has it?"

THE END (PART 1)