Chapter 6
Lurking in the deep blue shadows of the basement Captivity Room, with eyes as cold as snowman coal, Dante Allamordo watched Madame Minh teasing her shapely prey in the bondage chair. The bold features of the brooding man’s broad square face, strong nose and soft thick lips came together in a surprisingly pleasing way. His chestnut brown hair was shaved close at the sides but rose in high tufts up top, wavy and thick. Women were attracted to him and he often paid them heed for their biological uses.
For now, from the shadows his dark eyes closely observed Minh’s workmanship. The fingers on her one hand twiddled, sidled and probed the delicate flesh on the borders of her prey’s pussy. Her other hand held the long, slick dildo and plunged it in and out of the cleft of the blonde’s exposed crotch with piston-like strokes. The pink lower lips repeatedly flexed and shifted, gripped and bent as the sex toy plunged back and forth. The trembling figure in the chair moaned. Dante heard the gasps and the sultry sound of straining limbs rubbing futilely against soft leather. The jingle of steel chains and the forced grunts of helpless lust echoed off the walls of the huge room. Dante heard it all yet was not aroused, merely intrigued.
His assignment in this scheme would start very soon. He was good at his work and he would complete his job as expected and be paid handsomely for it. With the beauty of the subject on the table, he supposed he would find the job pleasurable and that thought did bring a wide smile that would have greatly disturbed anybody seeing it.
As the silences between the panting grew shorter and the sound louder, the twisting figure began to whimper between gasps and then there was the short shriek of absolute release and the frozen figure fell limp in the chair, silent now but for the quietest twitching of fingertips on leather. And the soft purr of satisfaction from Madame Minh at her own job well done. The dildo was withdrawn and put away, the yawning hole closing together at its departure. The crotch of the dark wet panties was demurely pulled over, covering the exposed vagina yet leaving nothing to the imagination as the damp fabric outlined every fold of the woman’s sex with clingy adherence.
With Sue’s climax over, Dante walked out of the shadows and stood silently beside Madame Minh for a moment. He registered the rapid breathing of his Asian employer and noted her excitement for possible future use, then gazed down at the limp-limbed heroine secured by chains to the steel and black leather chair. Her eyes are closed, the blue-tinged eyeshadow smudged with perspiration, the mouth slightly parted as warm breath sighs out. The ample chest rises and falls in slow rhythm as the heroine weakly recovers from her ordeal. The overly-excited nipples thrust noticeably against the bra and soft cotton blouse. The helpless heroine had been suddenly launched into a maelstrom of pleasure that she was unprepared to handle…or, more accurately, was forced to endure at the hands of an irresistible chemical and mental assault.
“Is this really the famous Sue Richards, the renowned Invisible Woman? I’m less than impressed.”
“What you should be impressed by are my planning skills and mental supremacy, Mr. Allamordo. That is what why she looks so unformidable.”
“I stand corrected.”
“Stand how you like. Just be sure you can make her do what I want … on command without resistance or delay. That’s why I’m paying your exorbitant fee.”
“When she obeys your instructions without pause you will not feel it’s exorbitant at all, I assure you.”
“And when that occurs, I will happily remit to you the second installment of your fee.”
“Her mouth is actually quite sumptuous. I hadn’t fully appreciated it in the photos I downloaded during my research. I believe I will quite enjoy forcing my penis down her throat.”
“As long as your techniques bring her around to doing what I need her to do, I don’t care if you stick your cock in her ear.”
“Her ears will be invaded by other means.”
“Charming. Leave us now. I have my own invasive procedures to accomplish before I hand her over to you for full training.”
“When can I accept delivery of…this?” The condescending gesture towards the sated figure in the chair is obvious.
“Come back in two hours. That should be enough time to soften her up a bit more for you and your games.”
“I could take her now. No more preparation is needed as I explained,” Dante declared with absolute confidence.
“And as I explained, I want my fun. Now go away! You’re harshing my mellow.”
My god…can’t remember the last…time I came that…hard! Beyond anything…recently… how did she do that to me…?... it came on so…so fast…so relentless…I’m…I’m…not…that easy… !... not that sensitive…the drug…it had to be…yet, yet…I… I wanted it…needed it… the bitch had me so wet…how can I fight her…when she makes me…want her like that…!