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Part 1

Hetty grunted softly then slowly rolled over in the king-sized bed and reached out a long slender arm aiming blindly towards the alarm clock on the bedside table. She missed out on grabbing it, but her hand landed close enough to knock it to the floor.

“Fuck!” she thought for a moment after glancing over the side of the bed at it and then added “Fuck, fuck, fuck” Candi would have switched it off when she got up and no doubt forgotten to set it again for her languid lover. Saying fuck wouldn’t give her the time back, but something was satisfying about say it any way she thought. A second thought came. Why not just buy a second alarm clock, idiot!

She yawned, stretched and pulled herself into a sitting position, rubbed her eyes and yawned again. No putting it off. She would have to get up and later than she usually did to boot. Funny how getting up later than you intended made you feel more tired?  Candi had been gone for two hours almost. She’d half woken when the younger girl gave her a quick kiss before jumping energetically out of bed in response to that wretched devices insistent beeping  Half woken again when the little minx smelling of scent, shower gel and with the taste of coffee on her tongue had clamped her mouth upon hers to deliver a deep lingering wet kiss as her usual goodbye before shooting off to work.

Hetty decided it was time, indeed considerably past allowable ‘snooze time’ and she could not put it off any longer so she kicked her long legs free of the clinging duvet, swivelled on the edge of the bed and then headed for the bathroom wondering if Candi had left it in the usual wet ‘blitzed’ state? She had, careless, slovenly little bitch!

Half an hour later dressed, refreshed and with a coffee plus two slices of whole-meal toast inside her, she felt more energetic herself, and it was time to go down to her place of work. Unlike her youthful lover, she did not have to face an early start and the horrors of a daily commute via the over-crowded and under-funded London Underground in the rush hour.

Candi liked it of course but then she would. Boundless energy and a youthful zest for life-powered by her seemingly inexhaustible internal batteries. She’d just laughed and spurned the generous offer of a daily taxi both to and from her office. Thanks, but no thanks, big mamma. Uber sweet of you to offer but she liked the independence of doing her own thing, actually liked the crowds and the relentless hurly-burly. Weird but each to their own!

Hetty sometimes wondered if Candi ever thought about how close she’d come to losing that very independence she seemed so fond of? Originally scouted and selected as a likely candidate for a specialist order Hetty had decided to follow up on the initial report from her contact and check her out at first hand for suitability before proceeding any further.

She didn’t do that very often but this one if suitable, was destined for an important regular customer who paid absolute top dollar for what she wanted. A seemingly chance meeting in an old fashioned and over-crowded coffee shop one lunchtime hadn’t been too hard to arrange at a table they’d shared crammed into one corner.

An initial innocent question as to her preference for the type of laptop she was using and how did she feel about it compared to the operating system most people used?  A seemingly accidental sweep of her arm followed by profuse apologies and her insistence on buying her a replacement latte. Both of them mopping the table with a handful of napkins, both giggling because of the disapproving glances flashed their way by the numerous pensioners sitting nearby glowering at them.

“Think we have upset all those wrinklies!” Candi had sniggered perhaps a trifle too loudly. She was like that though, an energised little extrovert who to quote her own words ‘rarely gave a fuck.’

So much for being discreet and unobtrusive, Hetty had thought. They’d all got a good look at the lively vibrant girl and she certainly wasn’t an eyesore. Not even wearing a bra she’d noted as the girl stretched forward dabbing enthusiastically at the damp table-top. Very nice, very firm and juicy with a highly erotic sensuous wobble to them. Titillating tempting tits indeed that made her fingers twitch!

This one though would undoubtedly be missed she’d decided and if her photo appeared in the media, she glanced around at the nearby sullen disproving sour old faces, some of them would be bound to note her and remember. Anyway, she wasn’t an expert that’s why when necessary she utilised the service of others who offered the appropriate skills for an astronomic price. In this era of cheap security technology, there was probably at least one camera not minding its own damn business, and she lacked the skills to spot such discrete intrusive devices.

Besides, she’d made her mind up a couple of seconds after her arrival. There was something about the girl that appealed to her even at a first hasty glance, and she wasn’t averse to having a willing and enthusiastic partner in her bed now and again as opposed to her usual unwilling and far from eager bedmates! When she had a suitable resident one of course.

That aged grotesque silicon filled mega-rich bitch in Orlando would have to wait a little longer before she could sink one of her huge dildos into tight fresh screaming female meat. She gave a mental shrug; there was no danger of losing the order. People understood that such acquisitions took time.

True, for the impatient or slightly less ‘well-heeled’ there was always a certain amount of ‘off the shelf’ merchandise floating around, used seconds or just plain third-rate stock. However, those in the mega-rich category were not interested in that type of merchandise. A lot of it had been on and off the shelf far too many times to interest those buyers and those that stayed on the shelf were there because they ultimately attracted nobody but those loathsome ones who indulged in more terminal perversions!

The staff in this place were so damn slow processing your order. Hetty had made her decision at the counter even before sitting as she cast several surreptitious glances towards the table in the far corner. She could think of a dozen and more ways in which her ‘educational’ methods could have quickly improved service in the establishment!

“So” the girl had said as they dumped the wet napkins into a convenient bin. “Does the sexy lady like what she sees then? “ She had grinned in that impish coquettish way of hers and laughed. “ Don’t think I didn’t notice you giving me the once over from the serving counter and you were definitely ogling my two puppies over the table just now weren’t you? Maybe be we should play you show me yours, and I’ll show you mine!”

The girl had giggled aloud with amusement which didn’t go down well at the neighbouring tables either before putting a hand to her face and saying in an over-loud whisper. “Must be pension day so if we play that we’d best go elsewhere otherwise, we’ll be knee-deep in cardiac’s from the wrinklies” She finished with another giggle and a wink.

The girl was impossible to resist, and after that, the pair were soon chatting quite easily. Eighteen and going on nineteen (but not for a bit yet), long silky blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes plus a fantastic figure packed into her five-foot-four frame. The sort of girl who if she forgot her makeup bag need not worry too much. She would undoubtedly have ticked all the right boxes outwardly in so far as that dried up sixty years plus something old Florida heiress wanted. The personality wouldn’t have gone down anything like quite so well, though.

Candi, that was she called herself. Short for candyfloss because she so liked pink and fluffy things. Actually, her name was Sally, but she hated that so never used it other than on the occasional official form. Might even get around to changing it one day she admitted.

No, she would not have done for Mrs Hamilton-Boyce the third, vice-chair of her local Republican party and hawk-faced patron of a dozen different deserving charities on at least on two counts. One, the kid was chock-a-block full with way too much energy, and although you could knock that back somewhat with the appropriate training, this little cutie was like Tiger in Winnie the Pooh, just crammed bang full of bouncy bounce! Not the sort of shrinking little violet who’d meekly submit to her elderly owners plastic dick collection on a nightly basis no matter how many thrashings she received. Not without one hell of a lot of training anyway, and even if you did succeed in breaking her than a lot of her natural charm would disappear.

Two, she was a cheeky little sod who’d coolly tried to chat her up after just a few minutes of conversation and been blatantly suggestive both with words and body language. Well, that alone would have let her off the hook. The lady from the sunshine state wasn’t into girls who liked girls. No way. No, her idea of fun was a nice attractive innocent young pastors daughter preferably with an intact hymen she could bust not some streetwise randy young bisexual dyke!

It hadn’t taken long for one thing to lead to another. A second meet up for lunchtime coffee, a theatre come dinner date and a passionate night in a hotel followed by a few more similar nights. Candi shared a flat with two other girls and usually at least one of thems current useless sponging resident boyfriend. No, she didn’t have one of her own nor wanted one. She was a free spirit and enjoyed bedding girl’s way too much although on occasions she wasn’t averse to riding a suitable sizeable cock if its owner was cute enough to take her fancy.

Of course, they could have gone back to Hetty’s vastly more luxurious and expensive place but there were two other residents housed there that made the idea impractical. On previous occasions, that number could have gone as high as three, but that was quite rare. The enchantingly nubile Candi not only had bags of energy but also possessed a far too inquisitive nature. Not the sort of person to let loose when you had serious criminal secrets to hide no matter how obsessed you were with her.

That had changed one night about six months or so ago when she’d introduced the little minx to one of her latest projects. An introduction that had proved more than sufficient incentive for her little playmate to immediately move in full time with her older paramour.

Chance pillow talk between two well-sated lovers had brought the subject up. Hetty had lain there in the darkness one night feeling fully satisfied and serenely content, not to mention a trifle exhausted. She usually preferred to take an active role, virtually always in fact but with Candi it was different. The girl was a zestful hedonistic bed mate bubbling with that seemingly unlimited energy and she also liked to be the one on top or taking the initiative. Early in the relationship, they’d wrestled a couple of times for that perk and Candi had won each time easily.

Consequently, it was Hetty that was usually writhing beneath her lover as the little blonde beauties strap-on pounded her with all the power of a run-away pile-driver! If it wasn’t that, then an inexhaustible pink tongue pinned her writhing older lovers lower torso to the mattress as it alternately raped or caressed her greedy pussy. Nor were her mouth, lips and tits or ass ignored. God the little cutie was so intense she left bruises just from the force of her lips and relentless greedy exploring fingers. Exhausted and she was the passive half!

Hetty often smiled to herself as she writhed in orgasmic pleasure wondering what the Florida pensioner would have made of Candi. Was that shy little mouse of an alternative she’d eventually sent her as good? Well her loss was Hetty’s gain and had proved to be doubly so. Up to that point, their mutual lust had been purely for the physical coming together of two liberated and unashamedly hedonistic bodies.

Laying side by side in the dark the tall slim auburn-haired alabaster skinned forty-three-year-old and the shorter more curvaceous blonde tanned newly turned nineteen year old were idly swapping sex stories and fantasies. Hetty was beginning to feel randy again helped in part by her lovers left hand absently fondling her right breast very gently. She wondered if she dare introduce subjects of a more sinister and bizarre nature. How would her frisky young bed mate react to that line of thought?

It was Candi who unexpectedly broke the forbidden ice first. “You know what I’d really like to do with this one day,” she said thoughtfully holding aloft the slightly curved still damp dildo in her right hand the harness straps draped down her arm. “I’d love to give some useless guy an ultra-long taste of this big beauty. Ram the thing good and hard right up his man cunt with me humping him like crazy on the other end of it!”

“Well you can certainly ram hard and long honey” Hetty replied and then added after a moments thought. “Suppose he wasn’t too keen on the idea though?”

“Like how big mama?”

Hetty took the plunge. “Like say he had no choice in the matter pet. Say none at all.”

“Wow, cool, mega cool!”

“You think so?”

Candi laughed. “So much the better. Always have had wicked thoughts about doing nasty things to guys and girls who didn’t want to play some of the games I’d like to play. You know I was always in trouble at school when I was a kid for beating up the school wimps in the play-ground even though I was just a titchy little bitch.” she laughed again and waved the dildo. “Not just guys either I can think of a few stuck-up cunts I’d like to give a good dickin to as well – both holes front and back!” she sighed deeply. “maybe even whip the fuckers raw a little first”.

Hetty had considered for a moment then rolled over and slid on top of her young lover, kissed her on the lips then whispered. “How nasty pet? Just a bit nasty or really cruel and no going back type nasty?”

Candi enthusiastically kissed her back. “Oh, all the way nasty pretty please, Mama H, no pussyfooting around. Make the fuckers sing loudly for their supper” She broke off to chuckle wickedly. “well scream for me anyway” she sighed and then giggled. “shit I wouldn’t want to pussyfoot about, no fifty shades of grey rubbish, I’d settle for just a couple of shades of black and blue regularly on a nice fat sweetly wriggling helpless backside”.

“Male or female?”

Candi stuck her tongue out to meet her lovers and they entwined for a moment. “Doesn’t matter a damn?” Candi said a moment later. “I always way played way too rough with my dolls anyway, most of them ended up limbless!” She paused and gave her older lover a sharp look. “Why do I get this feeling that you're about to get my little love button all afire? ”

Hetty thought about it. Fuck, it was one hell of a decision to make. A selfish one as well given how many other people could be dropped in the very same shit along with her and it would be deep deep in the proverbial shit too! Nor were some of them very nice people either. That said none of them were ‘nice people’ were they, herself included by normal standards?

She gave a long, thoughtful sigh. Then again, this soft, warm self-indulgent bewitching little bundle beside her was made for and lived for debauched pleasure didn’t she? Plus, there were ways to ensure naughty over-talkative little girls were neither seen nor heard weren’t there if they talked to people they ought not to? Candi had said she always wanted to go to Disneyland. A trip to Florida could still be arranged if she got too gobby.

She pushed up on her elbows, turning to bend and kiss the girl again. “Well maybe I can help you be a bit nasty if you want, or even a lot nasty” she broke off and lowered her head to kiss and nibble upon a perky aroused nipple gently. “ and maybe I know someone you can be nasty with but who won’t want my pretty little girl to be all nasty with him, fact I can guarantee he won’t enjoy it one teeny weeny little bit darling” she kissed the other nipple and slowly licked at it.

Candi moaned softly and wriggled beneath her. “Mmmm.  Real nasty big mama” she whispered eagerly. “You promise?”

“Real nasty baby and for just a long as you fucking well want, I promise…ouch!”

Hetty yelped as Candi quickly wriggled out from under her and pushed her firmly back against the pillows two fingers thrusting deep into her moist pussy. Before she could even speak the girl had her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth and licking all over her face like an excited puppy causing her to yelp partly with shock but mostly with delight.

Candi it appeared was taking her very seriously and was making damn sure she pleased her enough to get a shot at whatever she thought was being offered her. Not that she had a clue yet. Hetty smiled even as she writhed with pleasure. The little blonde beauty lived for sex, and she knew for absolute certain she’d relish having some new playmates – even if the pleasurable aspects were a bit one-sided. Correction. Make that entirely one-sided!


Hetty was munching on her third slice of toast and marmalade as she made her way to the enormous conservatory come greenhouse. That was one of the few things she did find annoying about Candi. The little bitch could eat anything, absolutely anything and never seemed to add on so much as an ounce of extra fat to that oh so sexy shapely little figure of hers.

Burgers, French fries, potato chips even cream fucking doughnuts. Geez, cream doughnuts, when had she last indulged herself with one of those or even fresh cream. The giggling little minx had once taken a pot of whipped double cream to bed with them, smearing it onto and into her lovers pussy than indulging herself by slowly licking it off and selfishly refusing to share her treasure with her partner. Sternly slapping her greedy hands away and maliciously pinching at her breasts and waist. ‘Not for you bitch ‘she’d cheekily told her ‘Don’t want you getting all fat and wobbly’ do I!

God she really could be a callous  little madam couldn’t she! Never gave the slightest thought when she decided to trash the kitchen cooking herself a massive greasy fry up or sat watching reality TV steadily munching through a whole box of Belgian chocolates.

Callous. That was a good word Hetty thought as she opened the conservatory door and surveyed the single occupant. Cold, cruel, heartless, unfeeling, pitiless, etc. Yes, callous but did that word even begin to plumb that darker side of her little playmate?

Conservatory was perhaps the wrong way to describe it. The house had originally been built in an L shape. The conservatory for want of a better term was effectively a very large room that turned the lower part of the building into a square. Solid walls with the original house windows on two sides, PVC and glass on the other two looking out into the private high walled over-grown garden, a glazed roof overhead to allow plenty of light.

The sides facing the garden could be covered with blinds for discretion and privacy, drawn as they were now, but there was still plenty of light through the glass ceiling. All the houses on this extremely exclusive development were very private none of them being able to overlook another. You would need to have been in a low flying helicopter to have caught the slightest glimpse of anything unusual going on down below.

Hetty approached the figure in the centre of the room. The lazy little bitch had trashed the bathroom and left the kitchen in the usual mess but as always had found time to fasten ‘Tiptoe’ to the walker before dashing off to jostle with the sweaty masses. Also, she noted, time to lay the cane or something similar hard across his rump judging by the three fresh livid red stripes on view oozing specs of blood.

The large spacious area had originally been added by its architect owner as a huge open yet enclosed recreational space for his elderly mother who used a wheelchair. Space where she could be left safely indoors and yet employ her green-fingered enthusiasm within what served as greenhouse, conservatory, summer house combined and gave the sensation of being outside when the roof panes were fully open during the more clement times of the year.

Hetty had made a few alterations to the room as she had to the other parts of the house chiefly the basement areas rarely used by the previous owner. The blinds had been one addition, and various pieces of specialised equipment stood around the room. Some of it innocent like the gym pieces Candi loved to use, other less so.

One of the delightful features was the amount of greenery still on view via the numerous large pots and growing in the long plant troughs under the windows that had retained the ‘out of doors’ feeling to the big room. Candi loved it and had a workspace over in one corner where she could set up her laptop when ‘working at home’, she could from there keep a convenient eye on the other occupants and attend to them as she felt necessary.

That was probably the main reason for her delight Hetty had long since concluded. She enjoyed the normality of sitting typing away on her keyboard, answering emails from some faceless office-bound drudge elsewhere and performing other mundane daily administrative tasks. Relished the contrast betwixt doing that while some hapless wretch laboured under duress only a couple of meters away from where she sat. Duress that she was frequently responsible for and could decrease or increase upon a whim. The two total opposites undoubtedly appealed to that sadistic streak in her. The normal and the abnormal!

Tiptoe was, as usual, walking around and around, not that he had the slightest choice but to do so. He’d been doing that now daily for what, two months at least? Hetty had numerous pieces of ‘special’ equipment or furniture in her house,  but of them all, the training walker had always been Candi’s favourite by far, and she’d consigned ‘her very own’ creature to it from the start.

Hetty watched the circling man for a moment thoughtfully chewing on a mouthful of toast and coarse cut marmalade. Come to think of it had Candi ever strapped him to anything else. He’d been the birthday present she’d given her young lover as a belated eighteenth when she celebrated her nineteenth. She couldn’t recall ever seeing him screaming on the flogging bench or at the whipping post or any other apparatus.

Candi loved to do what she called ‘the introductions’. Every one of the others that she’d had through including the two who presently resided beneath her feet had been fastened upon such apparatus and writhed in agony for her little lovers' amusement but Tiptoe? No, now she came to think about it. Strange! She eyed the half-eaten piece of toast in her hand, way too much butter, should she? Fuck it, she was hungry and walked quietly forward taking another bite.

He was forty-two years old, considerably older than most of the unwilling house guests she dealt with but that had been something Candi had specifically requested. Youth was usually one of the prime requirement when a customer placed an order. Likewise,  the ‘wild’ ones their own agents delivered to her for the required specialised training.  Thirty would have been deemed old by the usual standards in this business, certainly by the men she did business with. They invariably wanted their girls or boys depending on their sexual preferences at the younger end of the spectrum. Eighteen to twenty-five was the norm!

The only regular exceptions among her clients were a middle-aged lesbian couple with a passion for ‘schoolgirls’; only their girls had to be around the same age as themselves and not too disciplined upon delivery for their first (and only) extended term. They weren’t the least bit fussy about looks,  merely age which was useful. They just required that the ‘new girl’ received some elementary tuition in the more intimate aspects pertaining to her future curriculum plus a familiarity with wearing the uniform they conveniently provided.

 Such education would continue indefinitely at their remote establishment as they sat attentively upright behind wooden desks or as was more likely in the case of a new girl, received permission to stand as sitting might prove too painful during the first few weeks! There was an open invite for Hetty to visit them; perhaps it might be interesting to take it up one day soon.  Candi would enjoy it if only to renew acquaintance with one ‘girl’ she’d taken quite a shine to some months back!

The other exception to the general rule was a rather nasty little madam in Texas who looked much younger than her twenty-two years, who spent her time betwixt playing the ‘All American singing cutie pie daughter, daddy’s darling girl’ in a popular much-loved family TV comedy show and her private ranch come farm down near a very remote portion of the US/Mexican border.

It was doubtful that the occupants of her extensive stable loved her! Not the Mexican youths secretly transported across the line to serve as geldings providing the required leg muscle needed for hauling the establishments' varied agricultural implements. Nor the mature European women she favoured who occupied other stalls as ponygirls unless assigned to duties in her bedroom. At least the latter could look forward, if that was the right way to put it, to a longer miserable existence than the creatures who provided ‘cheap’ labour in her fields. They had less value and could be readily replaced when they died in harness under the brutality of their cruel little owner or the vicious biker dyke overseers she favoured!

She popped the last portion of toast into her mouth and absently brushed some crumbs from her chin. Round and round strode Tiptoe. Round and round and round in that endless circle. Each time he approached her, his head turned sharply toward her in a respectful salute as Candi had taught him before snapping back to face his front as he marched passed.

That was an amusing not to mention appropriately respectful touch Hetty thought. She even knew where the idea had come from. One of her powerful clients had invited her to attend the ‘Trooping of the Colour’ the age-old military ceremony to mark the Queens official birthday. Whatever an ‘official birthday’ was?

She and Candi had taken their allocated seats among all the invited guests in the temporary stand erected for the pageant dressed in their most respectable finery. Their escort, a ramrod backed retired senior military man in immaculate uniform, had courteously pointed out the various aspects and stages of the ceremony. Candi had thoroughly enjoyed the morning as they sat among all the officials, beribboned officers and their poised elegant wives. Bouncing in her seat like an overexcited child and pointing out to her companions, the various political or other recognisable prominent personages who were in attendance.

Some of those posh-looking wives were clearly annoyed when they caught the surreptitious glances their spouses had directed in the little sexpots' direction! Well, that wasn’t uncommon. It happened most places she took the sexy young madam be it West End theatre or just a burger in Mcdonalds. Skin-tight ripped jeans and a tight crop top or Sunday best modest skirt and jacket she caught the eye and not always of men!

The only male person in the vicinity who was quite indifferent to her nubile charms was their gracious escort. His preferences were confined exclusively to the three rubber-clad teenaged boys occupying cages in the basement of his townhouse in the custody of the Polish Amazon he employed to keep an eye on them and to ensure they were ever tractable to his needs. Two of them she herself had supplied, and he was contemplating adding a fourth, a young twenty-year-old Moroccan immigrant who had been unlucky enough to catch the ageing, yet exceedingly virile, sodomites appraising eye.

It was that smart ‘eyes right’ movement as the columns marched past the royal presence that had delighted Candi. All those heads instantly turning as one. Likewise, all those legs and arms moving in perfect unison. Not a one out of sequence with his fellows as the marching masses went through their intricate manoeuvres in perfect obedience to the shouted commands. Perfect obedience was something else Candi rightly appreciated.

Round and round, round and round, round and round. Hetty made a mental note that she must get that walker checked over and serviced at some point. When she’d had it installed a few years ago, she hadn’t ever envisaged it being used near continuously like this. Candi had the damn thing going every day for hours at a time.

The mechanism had been cleverly fixed up in the ceiling, obviating the need for any unsightly supporting pole within the room. Four arms sprouted from the hub and from each dangled a tether that could be raised or lowered by remote control. Three of them were at the top fully retracted and the fourth connected Tiptoe to his relentless impersonal, mechanical overseer.

The devices prime purpose was to assist in the training of ponygirls and ponyboys or at a much slower speed and with the tethers fully extended in remotely walking puppy dogs and bitches thus relieving her of that tedious chore. Prior to Candi taking up permanent residence with her, it had not seen a great deal of use. There were several establishments she knew about with facilities and equipment much more appropriate for accommodating, breaking, training and utilising human equines. Consequently, the devices use had been limited, and until recently, she had begun to regret installing it, considering what it had cost.

Round and round he went and always in the same direction, anti-clockwise. She wondered if Candi knew that it could move in both directions? Perhaps not. Poor wretch, she might at least give him a tiny change in the circular hell to which she had consigned him.

A buzzer sounded softly, and Tiptoe abruptly shook his head from side to side as though to ward off or deny what he knew would happen. Funny how he always did that Hetty thought, did he actually imagine that he could avoid the consequences of allowing himself to be lazy. The device was quite sophisticated with numerous sensors that observed every step he took and could be adjusted by the operator either on that console over there or remotely. Candi had him ‘high stepping’. He had to lift his legs to a precise height and position with every single step like a well-trained ponygirl being put through her dressage paces by a meticulous owner.

The buzzer was an alert that he had failed to do so either for a set sequential number of steps or so many times within a given period, perhaps both. It even offered a ‘reprieve’ function should he manage to go a specific time without incurring further demerits. It depended on what his sadistic little owner had programmed. That alert could trigger an automatic punishment or if she hadn’t switched that on then it would alert her remotely to his transgression.

No doubt Candi was keeping an eye on him from her workplace via that remote camera. Her colleagues little knowing that with a simple touch of a button on her cell phone, she could reduce someone to a jabbering pain-wracked zombie! Then again, they didn’t know about Mary either did they. Whatever had happened to her, they must wonder. Poor virginal, prudish, oh-so conventional, dull, plain-faced little myopic Mary. Well, she wouldn’t need her thick glasses to regularly feel the cane across her skinny butt or a big knobbly dildo up her cunt over there in Orlando, Florida. Nor would her plain face bother her new owner who much preferred what was in the bitches head to the façade! How it had amused Candi to select her annoying office nemesis as her own replacement!


He screamed aloud in agony as the pain shot through him searing the most intimate portions of his helpless body with that awful unbearable electric shock. He had to bear it though because he had no other choice nor could he even enjoy the relief of venting his agony in a full-blooded vocal roar, not with that wretched gag in his mouth restricting him to a muted anguished animal-like howl.

He screamed again as the awful shock rocked him anew. There was no escape from it as the electric fire hit all those sensitive spots. The metal butt plug that raped his tender rectum, the tight cage that contained his bent shrivelled penis, the clips attached to his nipples.  He stumbled and would have fallen but for the anchoring tether, it gave a fraction as its nasty emotionless electronic brain recognised what was happening, paused, then pulled him back so that he regained his footing before resuming its continuous rotation. 

‘No, please no’ he pleaded silently into his gag as his legs regained their rhythm. He almost wept, ‘please no’ he begged silently, but his prayers were not answered, the unseen bitch gave him a third jolt. He managed to stay on his feet partly because he had been expecting it despite his unheard pleas and because he knew there was no other choice.

His legs rose and fell rose and fell as he resumed that endless hated walk. God in heaven, he thought to himself three shocks, three shocks already, and the day has hardly begun. Three fucking shocks. He head snapped automatically sideways as he approached the older bitch hating himself for doing it like some mindless automaton and hating even more that amused smile on her attractive face.

Attractive! Yeah gods, what did he mean by that. Christ that was the evil bitch who’d given him to the little hellhound. Given him like he was something she’d bought at the supermarket! No, purchased at the toy shop or pet shop because that’s all he was wasn’t he now. Some damn pet or toy to be treated like shit by that perverted little bitch worse than any pet could ever be treated. Ordinary sane people didn’t torture their damn pets did they!

Three fucking shocks. He shivered as he walked that ridiculous demanding, demeaning walk. Trembled as he thought upon it. Three fucking shocks. He knew only too well what that meant,  would mean to him. Three fucking shocks she must be having a bad day at the office!

The little bitch would have upped it a notch. Please, please let it only be one notch. Three shocks was her sign to tell him that she wasn’t happy. Three fucking shocks meant that she’d tweak the hellish device upwards. How far it went, he did not know and hoped he never would know. He did know that the device was set to level three as a starter, that’s what the bitch had told him so many, what was it, weeks or months ago and promptly demonstrated the bloody thing to him numerous times as he rolled about screaming at the top of his voice.

Level three and so far he’d managed not to stray too often into higher territory. He’d experienced four numerous times, five more than a couple of times. Twice he’d had a six and once when he had foolishly got very truculent she’d given him a seven but he barely remembered it other than the momentary paralysing intense burning agony before he’d passed out.

God, even those few seconds,  he never wanted to through that again though he must have blacked out almost immediately. No sooner had he come round then she had oh so sweetly told him that if he ever behaved like that again, she’d fry his testicles off his body. You don’t need them now anyway boy do you. Its nor as if I will ever be letting you squirt your filthy man juices out of that little pee wee I keep locked up.

 No, even a ten or higher would not kill you the smiling little bitch had casually told him but keep in mind there that are even worse things that I can do to you and I will. I’ll do them slowly, very very very slowly boy. Then she’d give him a string of number three’s again topped off with a five as a reminder as to his future conduct.

He had no clock nor any means of telling time which he reckoned was probably a good thing. Then again was it? No stimulus, nothing changed. Sometimes it was lighter sometimes darker. Sometimes the bitch was here watching him for hours on end and sometimes she wasn’t. Occasionally some other wretch was brought in to share his misery but they always fastened whoever it was directly behind so that he couldn’t see them. They even halted the walker in a position where he could not see the new arrival.

He could hear them though, listen to them squeal as one of his tormentors used a whip or some other terrible implement on them. Sometimes it sounded like a woman and occasionally masculine. Those were usually the worst of days anyway for him because that fucking pair of sadists would not limit themselves and their nasty toys to the newcomer alone. Oh no, he would receive similar physical ‘encouragement’ as well no matter how well he was performing. Bastards!

His legs he recognised were beginning to show the first signs of the familiar ‘ache’, but he probably had the usual endless day ahead of him. He had learned how to pace himself, how to ignore those aches, how to get through so that he could what…do it all over again the next fucking day and the day after that and so on that’s fucking what!


Candi watched him impassively for another couple of minutes. It was strange she thought how she never ever tired of watching him, and it wasn’t as though it was the most interesting spectacle in the whole wide world, watching that middle-aged clown plod around and around in circles. It was clit tingling addictive though when coupled with the knowledge that she and she alone was responsible for his predicament and so she never tired of it. How could she? Anyway, if she got the urge for a little extra entertainment, all she had to do was press one tiny button icon and then watch the fucker scream and writhe! One teeny little icon now wasn’t that so damn cool.

She turned her attention back to the laptop and quickly finished the email, read it through twice, changed a couple of words, added an entirely new paragraph, thought about it, waivered and then deleted her addition before she hit send. That done she picked her cell phone up again and checked how many defaults Tiptoe had built up since she’d shocked him. Not bad she thought, not a one yet, he usually fluctuated a bit and picked up a couple immediately after she punished him, well it was still early in the day and so far he hadn’t managed a single day without getting shocked numerous times. Maybe one day she thought then smiled wickedly, again perhaps not.

She looked at the time. Should she go to lunch early, beat the crowd, the usual one till two lunch crowd. Get herself a big Mac and then pop down to check out that new shop on the high street, they had some pretty cool gear in there, see if they did those cool tops on the window display dummies in pink. Now one of those would look oh so sexy on her she thought especially if she got one a size too small.

“Heya kiddo, wool-gathering again?”

Karen appeared in her cubicle with the days' mail and a couple of large manila folders containing preliminary reports that had been sent over so that she could run an eye over them. Much more importantly also had some photos of her little Kylies fourth birthday party at the weekend, oh so cute with all her little friends in their respective fairy-tale fancy dress outfits and with their beaming proud mums in matching costumes.

The little golden Labrador puppy they had bought her, oh so appealingly adorable with those big soft brown eyes. That shot of her cuddling it. Oh, and the thank you note little Kylie had crayoned herself thanking her for her present. (Penned with a tiny bit of help from mum Karen had chuckled). Oh, but still so sweet, uber mega sweet, the little honey. Big big big kisses from Aunty Candi for her.

Her smiling eyes absently followed Karen for a second as she headed for her next mail drop then she glanced down at the phone again and frowned. Uh oh, the stupid asshole was backsliding fast, better get those legs lifted and improve pronto boy or she’d have to deliver another little reminder to the fucker wouldn’t she. Would it be a four or should she jump straight to five, that would liven the useless fucker up! Decisions decisions? Should she up the walkers' speed as well or perhaps change his routine. Watching him do the ‘goosestep’ was always so hilarious.

Her glance fell on the note as she pondered, so cute and done in pink crayon, her favourite colour, especially for her as well!  She picked up the earpiece attached to the phone and held it to one ear then tapped once on the phone and she watched and heard him scream, jump and writhe like the helpless puppet he was.  No harm in giving the lazy bastard an early reminder. That was so uber-cute though; maybe she’d buy the little darling a small thank you for it while she was on lunch break.


Hetty had decided that she might as well get some use out of the walker too. She’d paid for the damned thing after all besides she couldn’t shake off her earlier malaise, she was feeling lazy today for some reason. Maybe she was sickening for something, hopefully not. Anyway, the walker would free her from more physical efforts. She’d feed them both and then…two or just the one? Just the one she decided, she and Candi had been pretty rough yesterday evening playing with Stacey but that had been entirely the stubborn bitch’s own fault.

All she had to do was get her head down and crawl obediently between Hetty’s wide-spread legs and use her tongue to do what she’d already done twice before, but oh no, the silly bitch had decided to go all puritan on them! Stupid girl. Well, she had learned once again that refusal was never a viable option and performed adequately in the end.

Candi had taken that initial refusal a bit too personally and had used the cane a little bit too enthusiastically to persuade her though, but that wasn’t unusual. She was prone to do that when confronted with wilful disobedience, especially if they’d been here long enough to know better. Patience wasn’t her strong suit. This sort of training always was three steps forward, two and a half backwards in the early days. Experience told her that it might be best to give the girl a decent break, let her bottom recover. Give the bitch twenty-four hours then tomorrow night they could make her take a more passive role and introduce both her love holes to the ‘delights’ of the strap-on!

Mind made up she descended to her cellar complex, down to the little kitchen and quickly mixed a variety of ingredients then slopped the unappetising but healthy concoction into two plastic pet food bows, half-filled the stainless steel water bowls that occupied the other slot in the dog feeder trays and took them out to the row of nearby cells.

There were only four. Not that she had ever needed more or ever envisaged or even considered expanding. Why should she?  One occupant was usual, two occasionally and for a month three a couple of times and once even four. The last had been a special case though as two had been a married couple. A first for her and unlikely to be repeated very often if ever. This was a short-term training establishment, not some overcrowded government penitentiary for pampered inmates to idle away in at the taxpayers' expense.

There was supposedly a ‘for real’ place she’d heard about in Greece that operated along those lines. Gossip on the grapevine said a couple with extreme right-wing views ran it. Dissatisfied by what they considered ‘liberal’ attitudes to criminality they had set up their own ‘long-term’ facility for those to whom they felt the authorities had been over lenient with not to mention providing suitable candidates for their sadistic amusement!

Funded by their billion-dollar shipping company, they ensured that suitable deserving subjects upon release from official correctional establishments found themselves in the hands of a specialist rehabilitation charity.  The more unfortunate of them being quickly whisked away to a bleak fortress situated on one of the myriad small islands in the Aegean to find a regime where the word correction had a more sinister connotation!

Hetty wondered how much truth there was in that particular rumour. Possibly quite a lot. In her experience of this global underworld of depravity and perversion, the more unusual or bizarre such sounded then the more likely it was to be true.

Her cells were in a row, four ten by six-foot cubicles divided by breeze-block walls and fronted by steel bars and a similar door. The original concept when she’d designed it was just to have barred cells but thinking it over she’d decided that a solid wall been units was better. It was nothing to do with privacy just that she thought it would be better and safer if the occupants could not see each or try to communicate with each other.

One cell held the terrified Stacey who was crouched cowering back against the far wall as she entered like some small rodent at the approach of a hungry cat. The girl was vainly trying to cover her naked body with her thin arms and making faint squeaky noises into her gag, thus enhancing the rodent impression. Funny how they all did that modesty bit when new Hetty thought as if it was going to matter in the long run.

She placed the food tray near the entrance and approached the cowering girl. “Sorry room service is a bit late today” she smirked. “but then the three of us had such a fun-filled energetic couple of hours yesterday, didn’t we?”

Not that her victim could answer her other than fill her big blue eyes with tears. No great looker this one but certainly the bodywork made up for it. She made a mental note to get Candi down here with her bottomless makeup bag. Teach the bitch to make the best of what she had above the neck and maybe a change of hairstyle. The bitch was a third paid for, but a touch of gloss would not harm in ensuring that the balance was settled without a quibble.

“All of it: she commanded, looking back as she closed the cell door and hung the red ball gag on a convenient hook. “I want to find that food bowl spotless; you know how Miss Candi hates to see good food wasted, don’t you? I am sure we both remember what happened the last time you decided that you weren’t hungry!”

It was funny; you could almost see her doubling her effort to gobble down the unpleasant stuff in the bowl at the very mention of Candi’s name. Not a peep out of her either when the gag was removed, she was learning fast. Head down, hands behind her back as she’d been taught eating like an animal. No doubt that fresh collection of vivid red stripes across her big wobbling bottom had been the final straw. Maybe tomorrow night she’d start learning to smile sweetly and open her legs wide with enthusiasm the better to offer herself in welcome to the huge toys her trainers would introduce her to?

Animal, occupied the next cell but one and had done for the last ten days and had the better part of five months of his enforced residence still to go A huge naked black man heavily restrained and certainly the wildest, and most powerfully built captive her little dungeon complex had ever housed.  If he ever got loose! Fortunately, the two Miss’s Gregson to whom he belonged had been only too aware of that danger and ensured that the likelihood of him ever regaining his freedom was very remote. A nailed on impossibility in fact with those steel restraints!

It wasn’t something she had ever done before, but the two elderly sisters had been so sweetly insistent plus she had done business with them in the past. They had been so, so very profusely apologetic as well for the inconvenience but then the considerable financial incentive they had offered was also highly attractive. Anyway, if nothing else she’d decided upon thinking it over, it would keep Candi amused for a long time! She so loved ‘big bad boys’. The bigger and badder the better and so this enormous brute’s arrival had delighted her!

The pair of plump elderly spinsters had arrived very late at night, again both of them apologising profusely for the lateness of the hour as they climbed stiffly out of their van in the safety of her large garage.

“We wanted to make the journey in one go; you see” Cissie the elder said, “Didn’t we Daisy?”

“Quite correct dear. We could have stopped at…at, what is the name of that so nice hotel we have stayed at before dear, I seem to have forgotten?


“Ah yes, a delightful place, they even make their own savoury breakfast sausages you know! Anyway, even though we have it all quite safe and secure in the van, we both thought it best if we didn’t stop. Normally, of course, we are accepting not delivering so it’s been a new experience for us. You hear all these shocking stories almost every day now about some poor tradesman having his tools stolen from his van. People are so wicked these days!”

“Wicked” Cissie agreed. “so we packed a couple of flasks of tea for the journey.”

“Cucumber and tuna sandwiches as well and some Eccles cakes” her sister added.

“It was an accident you see dear” Cissie told the hovering Candi. “We are both getting on in years now as you can see for yourself… how I would love to be your age again. How lovely she looks, doesn’t she Daisy?”

“A perfect poppet, but we can’t stand here all night Cissie, these nice young people need their beauty sleep and so do you and I, although I fear we are both beyond such beneficial slumber repairing the ravages of time!”

Cissie giggled. “Way beyond. Anyway, as we told you on the telephone, we had booked this cruise…”

“Around the world, right around all the way” her sister chortled. “Won’t it be such jolly good fun?”

“Spiffing, but the point is,” said her older sister firmly, “we had always cherished  intentions of undertaking such an adventure, but in the past, always….” She threw her hands wide.

“Responsibilities” Daisy chimed in. “We always had several long term responsibilities to think about, going away for months, in any case, it's not like asking a neighbour to come in and feed you cats is it?” she asked Candi

“No, no, I suppose not” the girl looked both amused and a little confused.

“Quite so, well let’s cut the story short” Cissie declared. “One of us gossips far too much!”

“Well, we both know who that is don’t we dear” Daisy snapped back.

Cissie ignored her. “We haven’t any neighbours anyway, nor cats come to that! Indeed, we had reached a point for one reason or another whereby we only had one such responsibility remaining, but a dear dear friend had always admired and coveted her so that was no problem. We were both tired of her anyway. Then, of course, we were both free for the first time in years and years.”

“Years and years and now totally free” her sister echoed. “Not that we intend to retire entirely from our little amusements you understand” she paused and made a motion as though cracking a whip, “once we get back of course, but for now, not a care in the world” she laughed.

Cissie scowled and sighed. “Well, it was all arranged, booked and paid for…”

“Best cabins as well, a deluxe suite with huge windows to view the beautiful ocean and a private balcony plus all the lovely going ashore trips, everything” Daisy interrupted then frowned. “Do you think we will sit with the captain for dinner every night, dear?”

Hetty and Candi shared an amused glance, and a silent shared thought. ‘not if the captain can help it!’

“Daisy! Please, dear! Now anyway we leave on Tuesday”.

“Southampton…..sorry dear!”

“We – leave – on – Tuesday – morning - early”  Cissie repeated slowly glaring at her sister. “It just so happened that totally out of the blue, totally unexpected, the very last thing either of us had anticipated”

“The very last” her echo agreed “but of course we couldn’t help ourselves could we Cissie, we just had to have it!”

“Had to, well this is what happened” Cissie opened the old van and pulled the thick cover off a sturdy steel cage and nodded towards the crouching occupant confined within.

“He’s so big and beautiful, isn’t he? Couldn’t resist, simply could not resist and all so wonderfully safe and so uncomplicated” Daisy amplified jumping up and down clapping her hands gleefully and pointing toward the manacled figure then halted abruptly as a sudden thought struck  “You don’t think that I will be seasick do you?”


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