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Magister Australis
Barbara Moore - Mission Improbable - Episode 6
He leaves Siss hanging in her cell stooping as he goes to pick up her knickers from amongst her discarded and cut-away clothing. As he did with Barbara's he touches these briefly to his nose, inhaling the blonde woman's aroma. Different. Sweeter? Less musk? They are never quite the same. He heads back to his office stopping briefly to give orders to a prison guard. "I want the blonde brought to my office in 15 minutes. Don't cover her. I want her paraded naked. Just handcuffs around her wrists and another set on her elbows. Pull her elbows well back. I want those breasts displayed to everyone as she walks. She is still too tough and a bit of humiliation will knock her down a peg. A blindfold though."
He stops for a few minutes in the courtyard to compose his thoughts. He had planned to interrogate the women individually but, having seen the blonde's reaction to the whip he knew another way. He would work on them together. He knew he could be sufficiently brutal to both that he could get the information he needed quickly, easily. But that was work. This was becoming a more interesting game. He had the time and he thought he had earned some enjoyment.
He knew from the video feed to his tablet that Barbara Moore had an uncomfortable time kneeling on the floor. He had watched her work to control her urge to stand up, to try to escape but he knew the few shocks from the jailer's prod had made her fearful of what would pulse through her sex if he pressed the button. He enjoyed the mental game he had forced her to play with herself. He opened the door to his office very carefully and stayed silent as he moved behind her. He saw her stiffen as she felt his presence, stiffen as she heard his menacing voice again. "Have you thought on your answers, Ms Moore?" "We are on a photo shoot. We have nothing to do with drugs. Please can I call the embassy? Please?" he smiles at her answer. "Stay where you are Ms Moore" and she hears him sit at his desk and pour himself a drink. He does not turn on the office lights and Barbara knows she remains highlighted as she kneels in her own world.
After a few minutes Barbara hears his door open again and heavy boots sound on the floor along with the pad of soft feet. "Do you need help, jefe?" "No, leave the blonde here and I will call if you are needed." Barbara carefully remains on her knees and facing the wall but she knows that Siss is there and she feels stronger. She hears his chair scrape back and then he speaks to Siss. "I think we can remove the blindfold now." With the office still dark her eyes adapt quickly and the blonde woman looks around, quickly finding Barbara's kneeling form. "Barb, are you OK? Has he harmed you?" Barbara remains silent and the man answers for her. "She has not been physically harmed. Not yet. But that depends on whether either of you has thought of answers to my questions. Yes?" Neither woman answers. "I am sorry, and so will you both be."
He grasps Siss by her cuff wrists and calls Barbara to stand. "Now open the door on your right." It is the heavy door Barbara saw earlier and it swings silently revealing a large room. "Walk through Ms Moore," and he follows her with Siss, the crop and his whip in is hand. There is a repressed giggle from the blonde as she see an old-fashioned pillory. "Yes, old-fashioned Ms Little but I find it can concentrate the mind if used skillfully," and he closes the heavy door.
"I wonder whether either of you have thought about answers to my questions yet? They are simple. Where did you get the cocaine? Who are you paying off with the bonds. Why are you really here?" The blonde stiffens at the third question. He hasn't asked this before. She wonders whether he has some idea of why they are really in the country. The blonde knows they need a way out before Barbara breaks and tells him. She wonders whether the best way might be to accept the cocaine charge. Sentences are weak here. Not like Asia and the death penalty. Accept that and State would soon negotiate a deal.
He takes a minute to release the cuffs holding the blonde's arms back and then orders Barbara to place her neck and her wrists in the cut outs in the heavy beam. She feels the bulge in the strap through her sex and obeys. He forces Siss to hold Barbara's hair back as he lowers the locking beam down. She is still quite upright and feels safe but, once the woman's neck and wrists are locked firmly he lowers the beam.
Bent over as she is, Barbara feels Siss's breasts close to her face and she nuzzles into them. Siss responds as she feels Barbara's mouth and teeth and she takes the chance to whisper to Barbara, "he knows something. I'm working on a way out." He watches and smiles then forces Siss back into a chair directly in front of Barbara's upturned face. He cuffs her hands to the arms and her ankles, wide apart, to the legs. Barbara can do nothing but look at the blonde's sex. She remembers the hotel room. We were so close. So close.
He ties Barbara's ankles to eyebolts in the floor, her legs spread. From below her watches her breasts hang. Hers are firm but they still change a little, become fuller. He has always been fascinated by the way breasts change their shape as the woman's body moves. He removes the belt and the strap between her legs. He sees the dark-haired woman's labia are parted. Wet. Aroused.
Barbara feels the rough timber snug around her neck and her wrists. She feels him run his hands up her parted legs, over her buttocks and up her back. One hand stays on her back as he leans close to her and speaks softly. "The pillory displays you. Your breasts hang beneath you. Your legs are spread wide and the watching crowds can see your sex. They will laugh at you. They will make lewd suggestions. You will feel shame. Nothing but shame." Then he moves his hands back towards her buttocks and he slips two fingers into her wet sex. He feels her open to him and he adds his thumb. He works her for a few seconds and feels her respond then but withdraws the lubricated thumb and presses it against her puckered anus. He feels her pull away but he follows her and, with pressure, pushes it inside her tight arse. She shakes, trying to dislodge him, but he holds her between the fingers in her cunt and the thumb in her arse. He eases the thumb back. She doesn't like anal he notes. He doesn't much either. He prefers a warm, wet cunt. He talks quietly to her again. "Did you feel the humiliation of my fingers in your cunt? Of my thumb in your arse? Of your wet cunt displayed to the crowd? Of your body responding so lewdly" He feels her body shudder and he knows that it is getting to her. The shame of the pillory. It is time to contine.
He picks up something from a bench and holds two metal clamps under Barbara's eyes. "Do you know these?" She has played with clothes pins on her nipples once and remembers the pain. She shakes her head. She see him release Siss and hand her the clamps. "You will attach these, he orders. NOW!" Siss resists but she sees a chance to work on getting Barbara to accept the cocaine option. The blonde kneels below the woman and Barbara feels the blonde's hand gently stroke her right breast. She hears Siss's voice, "sorry Barb but this is our chance" as she attaches the first clamp. Barbara feels it bite into her nipple. It hurts. Siss moves to her other breast, gentle hands and, as he steps across to pick up some weights from a bench, she takes the chance to whisper, "I think he will make me whip you. I'll be careful but, when you think you can act like you have broken, you need to confess to cocaine. Our only way." As the blonde attaches the second clamp there is more pain. "Now these!" and he hands Siss two weights. The clamps are of the clover style and as Siss adds a weight to each the teeth grip more tightly on the dark one's teats. Barbara grits her teeth as she feels the pain flow through her breasts.
Then she sees him hand Siss his crop. "She needs a lttle more pain to keep her mind on my questions. You will deliver that pain" and Siss knows that she read him correctly. "No set number. I will tell you when to stop" and then he uncoils his whip saying "You will be paid for each stroke that does not do its job."
The blonde's mind is in turmoil. Barbara isn't trained. Can she pull this off? She takes back the crop and lands a stroke across her dark friend's buttocks. In an instant her own arse burns. "Harder Ms Little. Harder!" And Siss strikes again, this time leaving a livid mark on Barbara's firm arse. The blonde watches her friend's body respond to three more strokes. Barbara writhes and Siss and finds herself being carried along. Instead of striking in a regular tempo she pauses, she makes Barbara wait for the stroke. Siss watches Barbara's hips twitch, waiting, anticipating and she times her strokes to enhance Moore's responses. Siss is enjoying this now. Why? She relaxes, slightly, and feels his whip wrap around her hip and bite her mons. She stikes harder again. Beneath Barbara her breasts bounce with each stroke and the clamps bite harder, the pain fading as endorphins turn pain into pleasure.
He can see them both responding. The blonde to the caning she is delivering, the darker one to the pain and endorphin rush she is experiencing. He has to judge this, to stop them at the right moment. He watches their bodies carefully, the way they move tells him they are close. He moves near Barbara's head then she begins to babble. "Alright, enough. Enough. Stop! I'll talk about the cocaine." He takes her thong and the blonde's knickers from his pocket and thrusts them into her mouth. That is not the answer he is after. She gags on the mothful of cloth as the blonde lands one last stroke. He grabs the blonde's wrist and takes the crop from her. The woman in the pillory pushes her hips back, wanting yet another stroke. Wanting more. As she pushes back once more, he quickly unclips the clamps. There is a muffled scream through the gag as the blood rushes back into her abused teats.
He wraps one arm around the blonde's shoulders and holds her tightly, stroking Barbara's back and buttocks with the other. He quietens them both and knows they are bonding to him. The blonde seems defeated.
His voice is soft, gentle as he asks again, "why are you both really here. You will tell me, eventually." In their confused state neither realises that his question was not about the cocaine.
He leaves Siss hanging in her cell stooping as he goes to pick up her knickers from amongst her discarded and cut-away clothing. As he did with Barbara's he touches these briefly to his nose, inhaling the blonde woman's aroma. Different. Sweeter? Less musk? They are never quite the same. He heads back to his office stopping briefly to give orders to a prison guard. "I want the blonde brought to my office in 15 minutes. Don't cover her. I want her paraded naked. Just handcuffs around her wrists and another set on her elbows. Pull her elbows well back. I want those breasts displayed to everyone as she walks. She is still too tough and a bit of humiliation will knock her down a peg. A blindfold though."
He stops for a few minutes in the courtyard to compose his thoughts. He had planned to interrogate the women individually but, having seen the blonde's reaction to the whip he knew another way. He would work on them together. He knew he could be sufficiently brutal to both that he could get the information he needed quickly, easily. But that was work. This was becoming a more interesting game. He had the time and he thought he had earned some enjoyment.
He knew from the video feed to his tablet that Barbara Moore had an uncomfortable time kneeling on the floor. He had watched her work to control her urge to stand up, to try to escape but he knew the few shocks from the jailer's prod had made her fearful of what would pulse through her sex if he pressed the button. He enjoyed the mental game he had forced her to play with herself. He opened the door to his office very carefully and stayed silent as he moved behind her. He saw her stiffen as she felt his presence, stiffen as she heard his menacing voice again. "Have you thought on your answers, Ms Moore?" "We are on a photo shoot. We have nothing to do with drugs. Please can I call the embassy? Please?" he smiles at her answer. "Stay where you are Ms Moore" and she hears him sit at his desk and pour himself a drink. He does not turn on the office lights and Barbara knows she remains highlighted as she kneels in her own world.
After a few minutes Barbara hears his door open again and heavy boots sound on the floor along with the pad of soft feet. "Do you need help, jefe?" "No, leave the blonde here and I will call if you are needed." Barbara carefully remains on her knees and facing the wall but she knows that Siss is there and she feels stronger. She hears his chair scrape back and then he speaks to Siss. "I think we can remove the blindfold now." With the office still dark her eyes adapt quickly and the blonde woman looks around, quickly finding Barbara's kneeling form. "Barb, are you OK? Has he harmed you?" Barbara remains silent and the man answers for her. "She has not been physically harmed. Not yet. But that depends on whether either of you has thought of answers to my questions. Yes?" Neither woman answers. "I am sorry, and so will you both be."
He grasps Siss by her cuff wrists and calls Barbara to stand. "Now open the door on your right." It is the heavy door Barbara saw earlier and it swings silently revealing a large room. "Walk through Ms Moore," and he follows her with Siss, the crop and his whip in is hand. There is a repressed giggle from the blonde as she see an old-fashioned pillory. "Yes, old-fashioned Ms Little but I find it can concentrate the mind if used skillfully," and he closes the heavy door.
"I wonder whether either of you have thought about answers to my questions yet? They are simple. Where did you get the cocaine? Who are you paying off with the bonds. Why are you really here?" The blonde stiffens at the third question. He hasn't asked this before. She wonders whether he has some idea of why they are really in the country. The blonde knows they need a way out before Barbara breaks and tells him. She wonders whether the best way might be to accept the cocaine charge. Sentences are weak here. Not like Asia and the death penalty. Accept that and State would soon negotiate a deal.
He takes a minute to release the cuffs holding the blonde's arms back and then orders Barbara to place her neck and her wrists in the cut outs in the heavy beam. She feels the bulge in the strap through her sex and obeys. He forces Siss to hold Barbara's hair back as he lowers the locking beam down. She is still quite upright and feels safe but, once the woman's neck and wrists are locked firmly he lowers the beam.
Bent over as she is, Barbara feels Siss's breasts close to her face and she nuzzles into them. Siss responds as she feels Barbara's mouth and teeth and she takes the chance to whisper to Barbara, "he knows something. I'm working on a way out." He watches and smiles then forces Siss back into a chair directly in front of Barbara's upturned face. He cuffs her hands to the arms and her ankles, wide apart, to the legs. Barbara can do nothing but look at the blonde's sex. She remembers the hotel room. We were so close. So close.
He ties Barbara's ankles to eyebolts in the floor, her legs spread. From below her watches her breasts hang. Hers are firm but they still change a little, become fuller. He has always been fascinated by the way breasts change their shape as the woman's body moves. He removes the belt and the strap between her legs. He sees the dark-haired woman's labia are parted. Wet. Aroused.
Barbara feels the rough timber snug around her neck and her wrists. She feels him run his hands up her parted legs, over her buttocks and up her back. One hand stays on her back as he leans close to her and speaks softly. "The pillory displays you. Your breasts hang beneath you. Your legs are spread wide and the watching crowds can see your sex. They will laugh at you. They will make lewd suggestions. You will feel shame. Nothing but shame." Then he moves his hands back towards her buttocks and he slips two fingers into her wet sex. He feels her open to him and he adds his thumb. He works her for a few seconds and feels her respond then but withdraws the lubricated thumb and presses it against her puckered anus. He feels her pull away but he follows her and, with pressure, pushes it inside her tight arse. She shakes, trying to dislodge him, but he holds her between the fingers in her cunt and the thumb in her arse. He eases the thumb back. She doesn't like anal he notes. He doesn't much either. He prefers a warm, wet cunt. He talks quietly to her again. "Did you feel the humiliation of my fingers in your cunt? Of my thumb in your arse? Of your wet cunt displayed to the crowd? Of your body responding so lewdly" He feels her body shudder and he knows that it is getting to her. The shame of the pillory. It is time to contine.
He picks up something from a bench and holds two metal clamps under Barbara's eyes. "Do you know these?" She has played with clothes pins on her nipples once and remembers the pain. She shakes her head. She see him release Siss and hand her the clamps. "You will attach these, he orders. NOW!" Siss resists but she sees a chance to work on getting Barbara to accept the cocaine option. The blonde kneels below the woman and Barbara feels the blonde's hand gently stroke her right breast. She hears Siss's voice, "sorry Barb but this is our chance" as she attaches the first clamp. Barbara feels it bite into her nipple. It hurts. Siss moves to her other breast, gentle hands and, as he steps across to pick up some weights from a bench, she takes the chance to whisper, "I think he will make me whip you. I'll be careful but, when you think you can act like you have broken, you need to confess to cocaine. Our only way." As the blonde attaches the second clamp there is more pain. "Now these!" and he hands Siss two weights. The clamps are of the clover style and as Siss adds a weight to each the teeth grip more tightly on the dark one's teats. Barbara grits her teeth as she feels the pain flow through her breasts.
Then she sees him hand Siss his crop. "She needs a lttle more pain to keep her mind on my questions. You will deliver that pain" and Siss knows that she read him correctly. "No set number. I will tell you when to stop" and then he uncoils his whip saying "You will be paid for each stroke that does not do its job."
The blonde's mind is in turmoil. Barbara isn't trained. Can she pull this off? She takes back the crop and lands a stroke across her dark friend's buttocks. In an instant her own arse burns. "Harder Ms Little. Harder!" And Siss strikes again, this time leaving a livid mark on Barbara's firm arse. The blonde watches her friend's body respond to three more strokes. Barbara writhes and Siss and finds herself being carried along. Instead of striking in a regular tempo she pauses, she makes Barbara wait for the stroke. Siss watches Barbara's hips twitch, waiting, anticipating and she times her strokes to enhance Moore's responses. Siss is enjoying this now. Why? She relaxes, slightly, and feels his whip wrap around her hip and bite her mons. She stikes harder again. Beneath Barbara her breasts bounce with each stroke and the clamps bite harder, the pain fading as endorphins turn pain into pleasure.
He can see them both responding. The blonde to the caning she is delivering, the darker one to the pain and endorphin rush she is experiencing. He has to judge this, to stop them at the right moment. He watches their bodies carefully, the way they move tells him they are close. He moves near Barbara's head then she begins to babble. "Alright, enough. Enough. Stop! I'll talk about the cocaine." He takes her thong and the blonde's knickers from his pocket and thrusts them into her mouth. That is not the answer he is after. She gags on the mothful of cloth as the blonde lands one last stroke. He grabs the blonde's wrist and takes the crop from her. The woman in the pillory pushes her hips back, wanting yet another stroke. Wanting more. As she pushes back once more, he quickly unclips the clamps. There is a muffled scream through the gag as the blood rushes back into her abused teats.
He wraps one arm around the blonde's shoulders and holds her tightly, stroking Barbara's back and buttocks with the other. He quietens them both and knows they are bonding to him. The blonde seems defeated.
His voice is soft, gentle as he asks again, "why are you both really here. You will tell me, eventually." In their confused state neither realises that his question was not about the cocaine.
