"Berlin?"
"Yeah."
"Yes: I work at the University. You?"
"Me? Oh, tourist - sort of. I'm at a medical congress and then I'm going to see a bit of Germany. I'm just a visitor, that's why you have not seen me before."
"Well: if you are not here for long, let me show you some of the town. Places a tourist might not ordinarily see - if your evening is free, no seminars on anatomy!"
Petra laughs. "Well, I could use a seminar on 'The Tight Ass' but I'm free tonight so what do you suggest?"
"I suggest dinner - first. Then ... well, who knows?"
Petra giggles at Han's Peter's gentle innuendo. "Yeah, who knows?"
It is 9:30pm Hans Peter and Petra have enjoyed a very pleasant evening together. It's not too late - after all, Hans Peter has a 'class' to teach tomorrow at his 'university'. Petra says she has booked to go down to Bavaria. Maybe they both know that each of them is lying but neither of them care. From Hans Peter's perspective, it's going to be a one night stand and Hans Peter is going to make the best of it. He is keen on the idea of sending Petra down to Bavaria with a very wet cunt!
They approach the door of the apartment Petra has rented or so she says, over the period of the 'congress'.
"C'mon in, big boy," she says as she scrabbles to put her key into the lock, her mouth exploring his, "They say you guys are BIG. I wanna see for myself! I wanna see your cock!"
As Petra turns the key, the apartment door flies open and two very large, very solid men emerge. Hans Peter is fit but he is no match for the two of them and he is not ready for Petra to turn and drive her first hard into his stomach. Hans Peter crumples to the floor and heaving and gasping, he id dragged into the flat and the door is firmly closed.
In the surprise, terror and confusion of the next few moments Hans Peter finds it hard to collect his wits. Who on earth is this girl? What does she want? Who are the men with her? He does not owe any money? His clients have all come to him, through the Agency. He has not bedded any wives of dangerous husbands because the Agency does try to check ...
He is dragged into the flat and thrown onto a bed. Hans Peter notices that the bed is very hard. Incongruously, it occurs to him that the bed feels too hard for really a good long fuck.
One of the men kneels over him, whilst the other hauls his arm out and The Girl straps a wrist cuff on him and secures it to the bed frame. They do the same with the other arm and then turn their attention to his feet. The Girl stands over him:
"Strip Him", she says
But they can't! He still has his clothes on! This must be a game?
Then, one of the men produces a pair of heavy paramedic shears and beginning at his ankle, slices his way right up to Hans Peter's neck and then down his arm. First one side, then the other. Finally, his shoes are pulled off and his socks and then he is naked, shivering with fear and dismay. He sees the shreds of his clothes tossed into a black plastic bin bag which is tied up and thrown to the side of the room.
"You won't be wearing them again, Big Boy"' says The Girl
By now, Hans Peter is frightened enough to start to urinate on the bed, but one of the men deftly places his cock in a bottle which despite Hans Peter's efforts to keep control, collects his urine.
"We don't ", says The Girl, "want you to make a mess. We do want some information."
"Information? I don't know anything?"
"Don't be stupid, dumbass! I have not asked you anything yet. You know plenty. You will be surprised how much you can remember. We could, for example, band your balls, like the Vet does to cattle and see if that helps your memory. Might do it anyway. Oh, sorry. I forgot the introductions. This is Joachim and this is Dieter."
The girl motions to her two large, strong, tough, frighteningly handsome accomplices.
"Dieter: hold his head."
One of the men walks to the head of the bed which has been pulled away from the wall and stretches his arms through the bars. He grabs a generous handful of Hans Peter's hair. The Girl climbs on the bed and straddles his chest. She takes some sort of instrument - Hans Peter cannot see exactly what and places it in his nostrils. He begins to weep in terror. The Girl squeezes the handles and he feels a sharp pain in his septum, radiating into his teeth.
"Stop crying!" She says by way of explanation. It's only a dermal punch."
She withdraws the instrument and holds a cloth firmly in his nose for a few moments.
"There: you have stopped bleeding already!"
She picks up a thick segmented metal ring and feeds it through the hole she has punched. She smears epoxy cement onto the free ends and then inserts a ball into the gap, opening the ring (it's quite difficult, thanks to its thickness) with some large ring opening pliers.
One of the men hands her what looks like a hypodermic.
The Girl takes firm hold of his lower lip, looks inside as if to judge a position and firmly passes the hypodermic right through! She inserts a barbell into the wound, one end, flat to rest against his teeth. The other end, round to rest on the outside of his lip.
Panic is rising uncontrolled in Hans Peter's mind. For goodness sake, he will not be able to work for the Agency is he looks like this! He just will not be socially acceptable to the sort of clients they have.
The Girl now has hold of his chin. He cannot avoid her eyes.
She says: "I have an unusual hobby. Body piercing and needle play! I think you need ... decorating ... and I am going to keep this up until I get some answers. Now: Septum, Lip, what next?"
"Ears?" asks Dieter.
"Ears!" echoes Petra. With Joachim still holding Hans Peter fast by
his hair, Petra fingers his lobes.
"Hmmm. Nice and flat. He could take ... two each side?"
Dieter like his lips, "I like it when they get their lobes stretched."
"Huh? Oh, you mean with a flesh tunnel and a ring running through? Yeah, that's nice. The way the ring rolls as they walk. OK so we will need one piercing here which he can stretch later" - she looks up into Hans Peter's bleary tear filled eyes - "you will you know. Just you see. We are giving you an image make-over. Just how much of a make-over depends on you."
A wave of relief breaks over Hans Peter. At least there was going to be a 'later'.
Before he has had time to recover, Petra has passes another hypodermic through his ear lobe and passes a ball closure ring through. She inserts another further up his ear and then inserts two more in his other ear, taking careful account of symmetry.
"Right, team!" Says Petra, lets rest up for a few moments so our subject here can recover himself. Hans Peter - look for goodness sake, I am not going to spend all night calling you that. From now on you are HP, OK? Now, HP. Look at this photograph. See this girl? Why did you get involved with her?"
"Who?"
"Her - dummy!"
"Oh, well there have been so many I'm not sure I can really remember."
"Can't remember?"
"No ..."
"Oh ... well ... I think you should think that over. Just for a few minutes."
To Hans Peters surprise, Petra bends over and starts to lick his nipples. She gently licks, sucks, blows. Hans Peter's nipples betray him. They begin to stand up, taught. Petra takes a marker pen and makes places one small black dot on each side of each nipple. Each mark is directly opposite the other, perfectly opposite.
From Hans Peters point of view, Petra takes a pair of nipple clamps and applies one to each nipple. From Petra's point of view, she takes a pair of Pennington's forceps and grasps each nipple such that the skin markings are firmly held.
Suddenly, Hans Peter realizes what Petra is about to do.
"No, for goodness sake, give me a minute. Let me tell you about the girl."
"Sure, you are going to tell me. This is just to help." With that, she holds one of the forceps, pulling the captive nipple away from its owner and swiftly runs the Introducer right through it. Left! Then Right!
Hans Peter feels a short, sharp, stab of pain: white, tearing, all the more intense because of the circumstances.
"Please. Please. Please," he gasps.
"Not until you have your jewellery in! Let's do the right side first."
Petra withdraws the hypodermic and threads a ring through the lumen of the plastic catheter which now runs through his right nipple. Once through, Petra slides the catheter tube out and Hans Peter's nipple has been ringed, save for the captive ball which Petra squeezes in and seals with more of the epoxy resin.
Whilst Hans Peter gasps from shock and dismay, Petra calmly rings his left nipple: a matched pair.
"What do you think, Boys?"
Dieter and Joachim come around to admire their sweating captive.
"He is looking good, Ma'am. Increasingly tasty", says Joachim and Dieter licks his lips in agreement.
"You know something? I agree", adds Petra. "In fact I think I have done quite a good job here. Hey, look at the time. I'm gonna have to get on with his cock soon!"
"No, please. No. Just let me talk. Please let me talk."
"OK. So talk."
"The girl in the photograph. My Agency told me she had made an enquiry and asked for me."
"Really?"
"Yes and then another woman called. She told me it was really her and not the Agency. She said I was to make friends with the girl and on a certain night take her back to her flat and give her rohypnol. Then when she went to sleep, I was to call her."
"Ah, and did you?"
"Yes."
"That was very naughty, HP. Did they pay well?"
"Yes, much more than normal and I did not have to give the Agency a cut. In fact they insisted I did not."
"Really? And what happened?"
"I did what they asked."
"And?"
"When the girl was asleep, I phoned the number and they came for her. They had me disconnect the security camera at the front door and then they came and put her in a shipping container. It was parked on a lorry at the front door."
"Wow!" Says Petra and to herself she concludes, 'there are the pro's. Slick and confident.'
"Did they tell you where the container was going?"
"On a train, they said. Well, they did not say to me. I just heard one of them say they had to avoid road works on the way to the rail terminal."
"Was there a name on the container?"
"No but it was pale blue."
'Pale blue', muses Petra. The standard colour of Russian Railways rail freight. Petra suddenly brightens! "Well done HP. That's very helpful. Now you get a reward. Well two rewards actually."
Petra takes Hans Peter's cock and applies the Pennington's forceps across the head. Without a moment's hesitation, she drives a new hypodermic right through, from right to left, right through the urethra.
Hans Peter is caught by surprise as a wave of pain surges up his body!
Before he can draw breath, Petra has placed a barbell rod into the piercing and screwed the free ball of the barbell tight home.
"Well done HP. Now you boyfriends are going to just love that. It's an ampallang cockhead piercing. You know, if I had a cock, I'd want one of those. Now when you want to take a leak, just relax slowly. It might sting ever such a little but you will be fine. Surprise number one. Surprise number two. You like girls, right?"
Hans Peter nods his head weakly. He is beginning to feel very sick.
"Well, I am going to expand your horizons. Joachim and Dieter here are going to teach you how boys make love! You HP, are going to learn to suck cock and lick ass. Boys! I want HP to get intimately familiar with everything that comes out of a cock. Everything! And I want this son of a bitch to get really good at licking ass. Have you got any friends you can trust who would like to join the party?"
"There's a couple", replies Dieter.
"Phone 'em!" replied Petra. "Make sure HP here gets it up the ass. I want him fucked! Thoroughly, repeatedly fucked! I brought lube and condoms. They are over there in the bag. If he is a straight guy, its going to be a little bit of punishment for him being naughty with Tracy. We have the flat till Monday, so that gives you the weekend to change his orientation! Four cocks, eh? Hans Peter, you are going to have you one hell of a weekend! Comes in here a straight male and leaves here a gay male eye candy and an experienced player!
I'm going to see if I can verify what HP has told us and I'll call you later to let you know if we are going to have to keep him safe and sound beyond Sunday - or if we just feed him to the Berlin Politzei.
4.Tracy Back On Wall Street
The Padmascovnye, in Russia, January to July
As the days following her abduction become weeks and then months, Tracy Randolf is forced to struggle with the radical change in her circumstances. Instead of spending her time in an Armani business suite, she is kept naked. Instead of her carefully styled hair, he head is regularly shaven. Instead of wearing designer jewellery, her only adornment is the demeaning septum ring, which swings back and forth, tapping her upper lip as she works, always reminding her of its presence and of what it represents. Instead of always being active, she is forced to be passive. And then there is the work she does. On the floor. On her hands and knees. Scrubbing and cleaning like the black domestic servants she remembers from home, when she was a little child. Tracy is now treated like a child. She is told when to get up, when to get washed, when she may eat, what she may eat and when she must sleep. Day after day after day after day. Each day like the last and the last day like the next.
Gradually, she finds it easier to adapt to the expectations of her captors. Merely to do as she is told. Superficially, that is just what she does. She even behaves well enough for Neena, her supervisor to imagine that she, Neena is getting the upper hand but like a sleepy snake hibernating through the winter, Tracy is merely waiting for the weather to turn in her favour.
New Accounting Perspectives
Neena has finished with her. An emotionally exhausted Tracy is returned to her cell to nurse her blazing bottom. She has endured many long minutes of corporal punishment at the hand of Neena who has delighted in using a thick broad leather strap across her bottom for no good reason Tracy can see, except that the Russian bitch obviously enjoys being sadistic. Tracy strongly associates this particular implement with 'that little cow Vyera' because Neena began to use the strap and has developed an increasing fondness for it after Vyera left the Dacha, so far not to return. In the aftermath, Tracy finds herself reflecting on the nature of her predicament and on Vyera.
Just after the little cow Vyera was taken off somewhere, that Neena bitch had said she, Tracy, had been purchased? By whom for goodness sake? Tracy was familiar with the idea of staff being transferred between divisions of the company, and if the company changed ownership, the employees were 'sold' to a new owner as part of the company assets, but in her personal case, being 'purchased' just seemed so intimate, so demeaning, so humiliating. Of course, there had been quite a lot of humiliation recently, but did she have to lay down to it anymore?
Who were these people by whom she had been purchased?
Crap! What did that Neena bitch know about buying or selling? What did she know about The Market? About the value of Product? Neena was an employee. A Trainer. She was there to break the spirits of such as that little cow Vyera and Tracy herself.
There was every chance that this whole 'sold' thing was merely another mind-fuck, to accelerate her down the path of becoming a passive servant, content to obey orders and do the bidding of others.
Well maybe Vyera had crumbled but Tracy was going to endure because Tracy knew all about the game that was being played.
Tracy reflects further. What is her real value? The value which would be reflected in any real sale or transfer deal? It was obvious. She was valuable, thanks to the financial information she carried. No one has spent even two minutes since she had arrived asking her anything about the Randolf Corporation. Nothing about its financial position, market exposure, true value of assets or commercial intentions. That was the sort of information which made money. Tracy had the answers. Tracy had cards to bring to the table.
Why had she been taken and brought here? There were unpaid accounts. Tracy knew which and she knew the value of each one. She knew names. She guessed she was being held as collateral until her father came across with the real money he owed. Would he ransom her? He might resent the financial outlay but he would worry much more about the knowledge she carried with her.
Neena said that she had been 'purchased'. Had she been sold to the people her father owed? Maybe, but then why were they not here, now, asking smart questions, asking financial questions?
Had she been 'purchased' by her father, now he had settled his debts? That might be encouraging - but now she was out from his clutches, did she actually want to return to the Randolf Corporation any time soon - any time ever?
An asset did not finally change ownership until it changed hands and so far, she had not changed hands. There was still time to put in a counter bid. It was high time she entered the negotiations on her own behalf!
Back In The Corporate Jungle
Tracy - or Pavea, from Neena's perspective - is on her knees in the front hall of the Dacha, looking up at Neena. Pavea has just finished cleaning the floor and is waiting for Neena's verdict on the job she has done.
"Izhveneti pazh'alsta, Gaspazha Neena?"
"Da, rabinya?"
"You told me I have been sold?"
"Da ..."
There a curious hesitancy in Neena's voice. Tracy notices immediately! Tracy was used to negotiating and she could tell straight away that Neena was not.
"I think you are selling me short. You have undervalued me as an asset. I have counter proposals."
"Pardon?"
What did the girl mean? Was this any of her business anyway? Neena is struggling to fit Pavea's remarks into the picture she had formed in her own mind of Pavea beginning to break and accept her role as 'slave'. This was the picture she has painted for Anatoly Sergeyevitch at the meeting just before he left for his vacation with Svetlana Nikitechna and Vyera. The remarks now coming from Tracy did not seem to fit at all!
"If you buy a field in Texas, it has a value for cattle grazing and more value if there is access to water but much more value still if there is oil or gas underneath."
"What do you mean, rabinya?"
Neena has an uncomfortable feeling that from somewhere, Pavea has found an angle of attack. She is escaping from Pavea and with lightening speed she is becoming Tracy once again.
"My real value for any purchaser is my skill as an accountant and my knowledge of the oil and gas business in the US and Europe and the position of the Randolf Corporation. Those assets must be reflected in any price you quote. Also, commercial knowledge is perishable. Things change. Companies move on. No-one has asked me about any of the really valuable information I bring with me."
"Ah ..."
This line of thought makes perfect sense to Neena. It is the sort of thing she should report to Anatoly Sergeyevitch. But if she accepts, she is, to all intents and purposes, being sent on an errand by Pavea, the slave. A disconcerting picture forms in Neena's mind of Pavea as some sort of slippery eel which having been caught is now successfully squirming out of her grasp - and eels have many very sharp teeth.
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