Nusquam

“I... 128... needs to feel the power of a superior, Miss Kelly. To yield. There’s a sense of... of... security and comfort in that.... even if the power is manifested in being tormented. If pain pleases my Master, than pain 128 will bear. I... 128 misses you. Being masturbated... being bathed... you bind... tightly... securely... comfortably.”

“And safely. It was my job. Now you have a job. And you will fulfill it... in some manner. No subjugant leaves Nusquam. Not ever. You’ll serve here at the whim and behest of the members... until the end.”

88 yelps, the leash hand of 128 tightening in reaction to the ominous words.

“Perhaps I will walk you to the pump house. Yes, I like the idea of leashing you. Have you been put in a cunny harness?”

Chapter Forty-Five

“Regularly fed, no rent, lots of cocks to suck. You’ll learn to better enjoy anal sodomy. And each and every day you can be with your husband,” Penny Osborne sarcastically apprizes new arrival 167 of the advantages of being a Nusquam subjugant.

After more than a year of having the woman in forced prostitution... forced by her impoverishment... Penny has taken pity, arranging for Mrs. Balls Martindale to likewise be rendered to the secretive tropical enclave. It costs money, but as the woman’s pimp, she saved steadily the many sordidly earned stipends, desiring that the funds for Mrs Martindale’s lifetime stay at Nusquam be earned by her... while naked... on her knees... mouth stuffed with cock after cock... gagging with spurt after spurt of sperm.

Ah, those testosterone laden office parties... how much Penny wished she could have attended. Better, have Balls Martindale watch as his naked wife performed kneeling on the conference table... urinating... or worse... on command. Wall Street has such deviates!

“You’ll sleep with me when I visit. Otherwise be strung up in the dorm. It’s demeaning... but so appropriate for you.”

Penny reaches to wipe away a tear, the woman lachrymal. Then the fingers tap the large black numerals tattooed on the forehead. The permanency brings a smile.

“Save your tears. You’re to be branded tomorrow.”

“Where is my husband?”

“Stabled. Did I not tell you? I work him to exhaustion... whipped, sodomized. And I spank his balls. That will be one of your tasks when I’m not here. Every day, moderate but incredibly painful swats of a spatula. After all, he is ‘Balls Martindale’,” Penny explains with a boisterous laugh.

The tears dissipate. Penny is amused to see the notion strikes interest. Mrs. Martindale needs to slake revenge.

“The bastard really fucked up. I used to live in a mansion, had a Maserati. And they took it. Lost it all. Living in the south Bronx sucks. I had to lock myself into a ghetto apartment every night. I got raped twice. Finally learned to just get on my knees and suck to avoid the threats and the violence.”

Penny nods, stifling more laughter, realizing that the woman has performed more fellatio than thought. Ironically she feels cheated out of her pimping fee.

Dare Penny Osborne volunteer who the catalyst, the source, was for the barrage of financial liens and legal actions? No, it’s best the woman exact her vengeance elsewhere, blaming steed 88. It will be a delicious reconciliation. Ah the spatula awaits.

“Come. I’m going to show you the sodomy stanchions... and how they’re used. Because of your husband’s screw ups, you’ll be bending and spreading a lot here at Nusquam. So when the nurses begin to open you, understand it is for your benefit. Not all the phalli here at Nusquam are as modest as what I have been using on you.”

Chapter Forty-Six

“Leashed by your cunny. It thrills,

doesn’t it Pattie? You’re already getting wet.”

128 cannot deny her concupiscence, for the words come as Miss Kelly gently kneads the engorging pink of her right labia, slipping in place a clamp. Before working the left labia, a finger teasingly dives inward, the vaginal moisture of arousal apparent.

Left labia, clitoral hood clamped, Miss Kelly stands, turning her charge to assure that behind the back the wrist and elbow bands are secured as tightly as possible, forcing forth the mammoth breasts which so libidinously attract.

“And look at these nipples,” a hand reaching about the torso to smooth over nubs crinkling to darts.

“The cunny harness... so embarrassing, so degrading, yet indeed so oddly pleasing for you,” turning the naked subjugant again.

Once again a short hobbling chain connects the thigh bands, 128 aware that her breasts will not only be well displayed but bounce about wantonly.

“Remember, the pump house is a necessarily cruel facility. The enclave needs electricity and though there are solar panels, the members take great comfort in knowing they’re cooled by air conditioning which is mainly powered by human sweat... the toil of naked, branded, tattooed and well chastised subjugants.”

With that, Kelly Devers, reveling in her membership status, clips a leash to the cords leading to the clamps. A slight tug brings a grimace... and instant capitulation to her controlling hand. She smiles.

“Your role as a groom brought a degree of authority, 128. A naked well tethered male... to be directed, exercised and tormented. Will you miss it? I understand Mrs. Balls Martindale has taken well to utilizing the spatula.”

“I... I... don’t know Miss Kelly, er... 128 does not know,” correcting herself.