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“Worked in the facility for many years... tending to masochistic souls like you.”
“But how is it you don’t know where it is?”
“It’s a warm climate. That I know. Probably somewhere in the jungles of a South American country. The pilots who fly in and out are sworn to secrecy... and are well rewarded for their discretion and silence... as I have been.”
“You would serve there... naked at all times... perhaps in some form of restraint. How, in what manner, would be determined by your evaluation. And you would serve for life. There would be no going back, Pattie. Subjugant’s do not leave Nusquam... not ever.”
“Sounds eery.”
Kelly smiles, pausing in thought as another needle exits pink tender flesh.
“It may... but I know girls like you... and boys... and I’m willing to wager you’re moistening right now, the thought of being immersed in this sick perversion, forced servitude, used orally and anally at another’s whim, excites... I have no doubt.”
Kelly decides to complete the nipples in silence. She will talk more about Nusquam as she works Pattie’s labia. Having proximity to the girl’s cunt, will be telling, a barometer of the girl’s lust... her demented thoughts not to be belied.
Chapter Nine
Kelly Devers sits on a stool next to a large tub filled with fragrant suds, the soft sore flesh of her client immersed in soothing warmth. She soaps the girl’s head, the aftercare mandating glabrousness. A straight edged razor begins to glide, assuring the girl’s unsightly baldness is shiny smooth.
“Your cunny became a wellspring, Pattie, despite all the pain and trauma. Very telling.”
It was. As Kelly removed the rows of needles agonizingly thrust through her labia, she verbally took Pattie through life at Nusquam... life for those selected to serve. It seems the envisioned existence reeled through Pattie’s mind like a graphic porn movie. Feminine essence oozed down her thighs.
“Must I give up everything?”
“Yes. That’s the rule. You will have nothing... own nothing... have no means of every returning. It’s permanent, Pattie. In completing the paperwork you will list all assets, all bank accounts, all brokerage accounts. You will sign powers of attorney granting the Nusquam Director full authority over all you own. You will be judged incompetent by mental health officials and not contest their findings, to be institutionalized, legally becoming a ward of Nusquam.
“It will require a few days... legal docs to be filed... court approvals completed. And then there will come a knock on your door and a Nusquam extraction team will end life as you know it. Everything here will be removed and sold. Forensic specialists will scrub the floors and walls. There will be no fingerprints, no DNA, nothing left of the wealthy Patricia LaMange.
“If for some reason someone were to report your disappearance to missing persons, the authorities will have no place to even begin to trace you. It will be as if Patricia LaMange never existed... instead becoming a number... a Nusquam subjugant living nowhere... to serve out her life in pain, degradation and unending humiliation.”
Despite the warmth of the sudsy water, Kelly feels the girl shiver... in fear?.. in excited expectation? The reaction brings a smile.
And Kelly feels somewhat giddy herself. Though a client will be forever lost, this evening a 20 percent commission has been earned.
Chapter Ten
Kelly makes one last check of the Segufix straps, assuring inordinate tightness. She has bedded Pattie LaMange and knows that girls of her ilk feel best with thoroughness, the sense of capitulation and surrender complete. Sure enough, an arm and then a leg flexes in an attempt to move, the girl testing. Neither limb stirs more than a centimeter, Kelly marveling at the Teutonic efficiency of the restraint system.
“A little reward for you, Pattie. Your cunny is too sore for much else.”
Having had her inner labia porcupined, a searing hot needle thrust through the thin pink flesh at quarter inch intervals, making the girl’s portal appear to be zippered, Kelly’s normally ecstatic masturbation will instead bring pain. Thus the knowing nurse gently splays the outer labia to open the girl’s sex. Kelly smiles in noting the wetness. Merely being bound brings arousal. Then she carefully slides in a sizeable vibrator, avoiding the many wounds as best she can.
“The batteries will eventual die sometime in the night, but you’ll not know when. So just enjoy... the pleasure... and the unknown.”
Kelly dials to a setting she knows will bring unending titillation... the device to randomly turn itself on and off... then presses. The cylinder hums, Pattie futilely lurching with the initial pangs of delight.
“Ah... ah... no please don’t leave me like this.”
With the plea, Kelly knows she as deftly placed the insertion, avoiding the clitoris such that the pleasure seems distant and faint, yet the tip no doubt greeting the cervix. She smiles in self satisfaction then wedges a rolled towel between the well spread thighs, assuring the penetrating faux phallus cannot be ejected and serving to absorb vaginal juices which are sure to flow abundantly and well into the night.
“I’m going to have your locks changed, Pattie. Now that you’re the property of Nusquam there will be no more frolicking with strangers. Goodness knows, half the city has access to you... and your naked flesh.”
Kelly pauses to observe, her client somewhat squirming, the vibrator humming steadily. When it shuts off, Pattie moans in disappointment. When within moments it resumes its devilish tantalizing hum, Kelly is satisfied that heiress Patricia LaMange will suffer, the ultimate climactic orgasm so close yet so far. She turns off the light and closes the door.
It has been a long evening. Extracting the many needles, bathing and soothing pierced and inflamed flesh, artfully describing the masochistic joys of existence at Nusquam has all been burdensome. Into the elevator she finds her cell phone. The Director will be pleased.
The soft high pitched voice answers upon the first ring. Kelly, knowing now that it is Douglas, tactfully decides on brief banter.
