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Barbara Moore's life after the Bronx Crux Murders

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Uh-oh, definitely not a blue state (not yet anyway). It's been nice knowing you Barb.

I'm touched that these characters have spawned another story, one that I don't even have to write!!! Much appreciated, pardner (getting into the Texas spirit)

I thank those in the forum who created the character of Barbara Moore. She is fascinating in everything she does and experiences. Our head cinema forces us to keep her story alive and to continue telling, and it's great fun
 
I thank those in the forum who created the character of Barbara Moore. She is fascinating in everything she does and experiences. Our head cinema forces us to keep her story alive and to continue telling, and it's great fun

That would be me. Thanks for the kind words.
 
Hello again! Wish you a Happy New Year! Past my three-week trip to Mexico I am back in Germany. Had a wonderful time and met Santa at the beach.

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Let's go on with the story now! Since there were some irritations in the prologue, I have revised and reformulated it. I hope to have done it better this time.

Prolog
The case known as the “Bronx Crucifixion Murder of New York City” is now more than a year behind. Because of the great public interest it was subsequently marketed in the form of an exciting novel and developed into a bestseller, not least because of the numerous original photos of the crucified Barbara Moore and the other two crucifixion victims.

This gave her and Stan Goldman the ever longed-for financial independence, but it separated them as a couple. After having solved the mysterious criminal case of “The Noosed Nude NYC” in meticulous detail work, they gave up their job as New York City police officers and turned to the things they had always dreamed of.

For Stan, that meant finally leaving for holiday and hanging out with old friends over a good Jameson Whiskey Sour and a spicy Havana cigar. Barb, on the other hand, worked from then on as a freelance investigative journalist. She had already dreamed of this profession while working for the New York Police Department, since it would enable her to conduct investigations free from the constraints of the police apparatus. A further advantage she saw in the fact that she could adapt her field of activity to her personal needs.

Regarding her sexual disposition, what could be more obvious than to locate her field of activity in the sadomasochistic scene to uncover and publish criminal machinations there. Already as a teenager she felt a strong affinity for bondage sex and SM games and lived out this desire during her studies at the “University of the Virgin Martyrs” as the submissive part, by constantly opposing and violating the strict rules of the university. In her profession as a journalist, she often achieved this goal by taking an extremely high risk in her investigations. As a result, she repeatedly got into situations that her submissive, painful nature was so craving for, but also put her life in danger time and again. However, her investigations, which in many cases led to her capture and intensive use of her immaculate body, has so far always come to a generally mild end. Moreover, her investigative work was in most cases decisive for the police to be able to arrest the perpetrators. Therefore, she was dreaded in the scene and acquired the reputation of the “female catcher” within a very short time.

The Russian Mafiosi, who are particularly active in the trafficking of girls and the sadomasochistic scene, and who saw their lucrative businesses spread across the United States threatened by Barb's activities, declared her a “Most Wanted Person” and offered a handsome reward for her capture. Nevertheless, she always managed to face her adversaries unrecognized by changing her appearance like a chameleon, or she was released from their clutches at the last second in case of her capture.

Barb does not suspect, her next mission will take her to the US state of Colorado. Located in the central to western part of the United States, it is surrounded by a total of seven states and separated at its southeastern border by the relatively small strip of land of the Oklahoma Panhandles of the US state of Texas, in which the events will shift in the further course of the action.

Chapter 1

The event takes its origin in Denver, the capital and economic centre of Colorado. More than half of its five million inhabitants live in its metropolitan area; among them the handsome Tatiana Borzova. She resumed her birth name “Borzova” after her divorce and has been living in seclusion ever since. In public, she always presents herself modest and friendly. The Pilates and Yoga courses, which she offers especially for single, lonely, young women on the Internet and in the daily 'Denver Post' are very popular and enjoy great popularity. She is known to the authorities as the founder and former operator of several Sex- and SM-Clubs of ill repute in Denver and the surrounding area, but without having made any noticeable appearance there. However, after a short time the clubs were taken over by shady, mostly Russian-born figures. Therefore, the authorities suspected from the very beginning that Tatjana was only formally used as an operator because she possesses American citizenship through her marriage to an American.

But what nobody knows! Behind this bourgeois façade there are deep abysses that nobody would have suspected in the always friendly and accommodating Tatiana Borzowa. Her sexual desire is focused exclusively on torturing young pretty women.
She lives in a rather gloomy looking building at the outskirts of Denver, which is well sealed off from trees and bushes in the centre of a small, overgrown park, which is surrounded by a high wall. The building resembles a prison, a desolate hostel of no return; a place ideal for Tatiana's purposes and preferences.

In the Darknet, the forty-one-year-old appears under the pseudonym ''Svetlana'' as a masked, strict and brutal dominatrix. She is the mysterious, always masked unknown, who invites to events of a special kind, or offers them as a live stream or recordings.
Her cousin, Dmitri Petrov, long has been operator and owner of the lucrative business, serving the sexually exuberant desires of mostly male clients. He has taken over the clubs she founded, already a short time after she had brought him to her side as her right hand. With great skill and cleverness, as well as with the involvement and bribery of high-ranking administrative officials, he has expanded them into a flourishing sex industry within a few years in Denver and the surrounding area. The offer ranges from the brothel to Sex- and SM-Clubs, to secret SM- or Snuff-Shows, whose recordings are regularly marketed in the Darknet.

Despite numerous complaints and some suspicions, the authorities have so far failed to prove illegal activities or even criminal offences in the clubs or to bring Dimitri Petrov with them. He is instead known as a very successful businessman, operator of several hotels in Denver and above all as a generous patron of sports and charity events.

Tatiana also maintains close contact with a group of perverted sadists who have formed a secret circle and work closely with Dimitri's 'SM-Community'. Most of these persons are very wealthy. Money plays no role for them and enables them to live out their boundless perversity and brutality discreetly. In her fitness courses Tatiana discreetly searches for suitable “torture meat” for the special kind of shows organized by the 'SM community' or the 'circle', whose male members enjoy bringing attractive young women under their power, to torture and abuse them in their cellar dungeons.

The small, exclusive 'circle' consists mainly of men of the 'upper class'. Some of them work in the judiciary or with the local police. Their top-secret, well-shielded, perverted events take place in hidden club of the 'community', that is situated far out of Denver. A sure thing, since raids by law enforcement and police authorities have never been successful due to insider information. In addition, Dimitri's men guarantee the highest level of site security and anonymity at every live show. The identity of any unidentified visitor signing up for this costly event in the Darknet is scrupulously scrutinized; he or she is always brought blindfolded to the venue. In the same way they will be brought home away again after the event.

In close cooperation, the members of the 'Circle', who are active in the police service and in the judiciary, also repeatedly succeed in constructing crimes of considerable proportions, substantiating them with fake evidence and thus dragging spied out, attractive women without family ties or other social contacts to court. There they have been sentenced to life imprisonment or even death by the ingenious coordinator of the 'Circle', John Jenner, called 'J. J.', who is a judge at the Denver District Court, in non-public summary proceedings. After the conclusion of a trial, the criminal files ended up untraceable in the archives of the district court and the women were put in a “private prison” of a Circle member or on one of the stages of the SM-Community, where they were available to the paying visitors for their cruel perverted games. All in all a safe, self-contained procedure.

'J. J.' is Tatiana's ex-husband, with whom she still maintains good contact. The two of them had met years ago via the Internet in relevant forums, married and later built up the 'circle' to indulge their passion together with like-minded people, torture young women and get sexually intoxicated by their torments. The later separation took place, since during their marriage it turned out that Tatiana's interest in all matters was only in female sex.

In return for her help in obtaining new victims, the 'Circle' or the 'Community' would occasionally give one of the abducted women to Tatiana as a slave so that she could live out her sadistic tendencies at home. After extensive use, she has always returned the unfortunate women. A procedure that regularly went like this.

Until now!

A few days ago, during a smouldering fire in the home of a member of the 'Circle', his “private prison” was discovered. Although the severely abused and tortured woman could be taken away in time, the numerous traces of blood hadn't been completely removed. These were discovered in a final inspection of the house, but no concrete evidences were found to indicate the existence of a crime. Nevertheless! For the first time, Denver's chief of police, Bill Muller, has a possible lead into the relevant milieu, to come closer to a solution in case of several young women who disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Until now, everything seemed to be jinxed! Despite numerous, concrete indications from the population, no trace of illegal activities has ever been found at the alleged crime scenes. After years of futile investigations, should the smouldering fire in a private house, of all things, open a trail to the women who have disappeared in recent years and connect the sadomasochistic scene with their disappearance?

In any case, Bill Muller is determined to clarify this and whether there is any connection with the disappearance of the last three young women. In addition, he would like to examine the homeowner's circle of acquaintances and, above all, to examine again the SM-Clubs in which he demonstrably traded. Now he has to stay tuned, take advantage of his chance. For some time he has been wondering why connected with the disappeared women all investigations have been fruitless so far. He frowns, ... thinks, ... shakes his head. His forehead wrinkles deepen with the monstrous suspicion that is just shooting through his head. “Do we have a traitor in our ranks?”, he wonders and decides to change his approach.

On his own, without any information to his colleagues, he hires the married couple Sadie and Liam Crawford. They are to operate undercover and gain access to the SM scene to gather information and evidence. The two run a detective agency and have in the past, successfully completed one or the other job for the Denver police. What Bill and the two do not know: When they met up with Bill in a café, they happened to be seen by an insider on the scene, who promptly relayed the information for safety, since he was aware of the couple's occasional work for the Denver police.

Altogether a precarious situation for the whole scene around Dimitri's 'SM-Community' and the 'Circle'. With the discovery of a torture cellar and the traces of blood found in it, the police have for the first time found clues that can be linked to the missing women and prove that these women have been probably abducted, held captive and have been brutally tortured. And in addition, investigations are now also being conducted outside the police force.Now extreme caution is called for and it makes sense to move the activities of the 'Circle' to another US state after all these years in Denver.

Since the air for the “Circle” in Denver gets thinner and thinner, 'J.J.', with wise foresight, decided a few weeks ago to accept the job offered to him by his old, like-minded friend. He is the “Senior District Judge” in Oglala Lakota County in south-west South Dakota and plans to retire at the end of the month after next. His young, female colleague, he told 'J. J.', who has held the second judge's seat in his district for more than half a year, is causing him trouble. She often pokes her nose in matters that are none of her business, and judges far too lenient in the cases she deals with; that applies in particular to the sentencing of sentenced women, that runs contrary to the interests of a certain group of men, but also women who want to get rid of annoying rivals. He, 'J. J.', would have to correct this fact after taking office and eliminate the unreasonable female judge.

In just a few weeks, 'J. J.' will give up his judicial office in Denver to take up the judgeship in Oglala Lakota County. A detective from the police service, also a member of the “Circle”, wants to accompany him.

Tatiana has therefore to provide for new playmates herself and is determined to change something in the procedure. But the flogging and the screams of her victims are no longer enough for her to put herself in a lustrous sensation that stimulates every fibre of her body. She needs an extra ''kick'' that drives her abnormal sexual desire to heights that culminate in an explosion of emotions and give her the redeeming orgasm. Therefore, she wants to make the plot more varied and create surprise effects that increase the suspense. In addition, she wants to punish her victims even harder and more sophisticated. This last aspect literally screams for a final solution and also implies the “kick” she necessarily needs to get really intoxicated again: the agony of the victim in the ultimately futile struggle to escape death!

She has had her last two victims still picked up by the “Circle”. But now she is determined to stage her new, perverse adventure from start to finish, like a play. Such a procedure is certainly more exciting, unpredictable, and therefore will give her the kick she needs for sexual stimulation. Introducing this, she places a classified ad in the 'Denver Post', where she is looking for two young, handsome ladies who are ready to live in her household to provide for her “well-being”. For that she promises “generous donations” — what do you think, what Tatiana means by that? — combined with the promising and interesting opportunity to get to know and experience new horizons.

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Chapter 2

The two sisters Rachel and Sophie, who are not only in desperate search of a way out of their great financial hardships, respond to Tatiana's ad, since they see this as their chance to get money to escape the debt trap they got into, when they set up their fashion boutique with own fashion line. It is agreed to meet at Tatiana's house at 6 pm the next day.

When Rachel and Sophie are standing in front of a heavy, rusty entrance gate the next day at around 6 pm, behind which a paved path leads through an overgrown park to a gloomy and uninviting residential building, they feel chilly inside and both would have loved to turn back. But because of their financially almost hopeless situation they take heart, open the heavy iron gate and walk hesitantly through the park, which seems eerie at dusk. Arrived at the front door, Rachel gathers her whole courage and presses the bell button.

When the front door opens a moment later, Rachel and Sophie are pleasantly surprised. In front of them there is not, as expected, an older strict lady, but a slim, good-looking woman around forty in a tight-fitting black latex outfit and kindly invites them in. In the modern living room, which makes the outside impression of the property forgotten, everything is already prepared for the upcoming '' Teatime ''.

During the ensuing casual conversation, Tatiana understands, with pretended friendliness and hypocritical understanding, to learn everything worth knowing about Rachel's and Sophie's financial misery and about her private life, which turns out to be devoid of any social contacts. Pretending to be unselfish, she then agrees to provide the two sisters with the money they need to pay off their immense debts, but in return she demands their unconditional submission.

The two sisters look at each other confused and somewhat horrified, hesitate for a moment and are about to leave when Tatiana makes some concessions to them. In no case does she want to risk that these two pretty doves “fly away” from her. She is particularly taken with the petite Sophie sensual, reserved, shy; her submissive inclination is unmistakable. She is the one who makes Tatiana's body boil just by looking at her, let alone ... “Oops!” Instantly, Tatiana has her feelings in hand again. She doesn't want to reveal her true thoughts through a wrong gesture or a treacherous expression on her face and destroy the seemingly possible deal at the last second.

Hypocritically, she offers to be content with the fact that the two of them are available to her alternately twice a week for “moderate” dominatrix games. This way they would have enough time to devote to the success of their new fashion line and their boutique. She would give them the cash they need immediately, so that they can pay off their debt to the loan sharks and afterwards settle their bank liabilities by computer transfer. In this way, she thinks, she is also making sure that no one investigates the whereabouts of the sisters who, according to their admission, have neither family nor other social contacts. Ideal in terms of her intentions!

To avoid any suspicion with the two sisters, she types an identical text into her laptop before their eyes. She then reads it out once again and the next day she would like to have it printed out and ready for signature.

The following afternoon the time has come! Tatiana offers the two sisters coffee and cake in the cosy living room of her house. In doing so, she submits to them a contract allegedly made as discussed. Sophie signs it unread. She does not consider it necessary to re-examine the contract because she greatly admires Tatiana, who is so self-confident, and secretly wishes to be dominated in the future by this woman instead of Rachel as before.

Now, with Rachel, Tatiana has to be careful! She's not as naive as her sister and knows that caution and control are required in contractual matters. When Rachel picks up the form, to study the cover sheet, and begins to examine the contents of the contract, Tatiana has to act quickly, to distract. She gets up and walks towards the picture behind which she hides her safe. There, she turns to Rachel and Sophie and tells them: “I have expanded the contract to your advantage in that I have increased the amount to pay off your debts to such an extent that in the end you still have one hundred thousand dollars left to continue financing your fashion line.”

As expected by Tatiana, Rachel stops reading the contract and looks at her in amazement and disbelief with her mouth wide open. “She has bitten”, Tatiana knows the first part of her diversionary tactic has been successful. Part two follows immediately as she hands over Rachel the 160,000 dollars from the wall safe with the words: “Sign it and the money is yours!” Right now she has cracked Rachel, she knows. And right! Without devoting herself to the content of the contract any further, she too signs it and expresses her heartfelt thanks to Tatiana.

A big mistake, as will later turn out to be painful for both, since the additional one hundred thousand dollars is not mentioned anywhere in the contract and the $90,000 for the debt repayment ($60,000 loan sharks and $30,000 bank) are not transferred according to the contract text, but are only noted as a loan. And! This interest-free loan of $90,000 must be paid back within three months. Otherwise, as Rachel and Sophie explicitly declare in the contract, they renounce their rights of freedom and voluntarily place themselves in the care of their new mistress as female slaves for extreme dominatrix games.

Tatiana is visibly satisfied. Pseudo-friendly, yes, over-friendly, like the famous wolf in sheep's clothing, she asks Rachel to immediately go to the loan sharks breathing down her and her sister's neck to pay off her debts including accrued interest. After her return, she could compensate her loan debt at the bank via internet banking. She would write down the necessary bank details on a piece of paper and put it next to her computer. She herself, wants to get to know Sophie a little better during this time and introduce her the future home.

After Rachel has left the house, Sophie quickly finds out what Tatiana has meant by that. Not so friendly anymore, but energetic, almost in a commanding tone she asks Sophie to follow her and as if it were the most normal thing in the world, Sophie trots obediently after her. Her submissive character is literally crying out to be ordered around. In that sense, everything stays the same, apart from the fact that it is now Tatiana who sets the direction for her.

Already it goes down the dark stairs into a large, dark cellar vault. Frightened by what she sees here, Sophie suddenly stops, wants to turn around and run away. But a firm hand prevents her from doing so, pulling her further into the desolate basement vault, resembling a prison; pulling her through a heavy iron door into a large, “private dungeon”. What Sophie gets to see here drives her first blank horror in the face. Here everything seems to be available on equipment and accessories, which is suitable for torturing a person.

It is the purest torture cabinet that doesn't lack a single torture device. In front of her, Sophie sees a mighty wooden cross at the back of the large vault, the upper end of which is attached to a pulley. In front of it, in the middle of the room, stand two columns about three meters apart, to which iron rings are attached both above and below. On the left side she sees a punishing trestle and a stretching bench. On the walls hang a multitude of various whips, leather and iron cuffs, as well as nipple clamps and ropes of various lengths and thicknesses. At the right, she sees a gallows, whose noose is dangling invitingly back and forth. But it seems as if only the ''Wooden Pony'' underneath has aroused her interest. From its flanks, short, two-linked chains hang down in the rear area, ending in iron leg cuffs. This bizarre arrangement is completed by a wrought-iron belly ring, the inside of which is covered all around with pointed thorns and on the back of which two handcuffs dangle.

But there is something else! And that seems to cast a spell on Sophie, causing a complete change in her emotional world. The boundless fear that has dominated her emotions a short while ago suddenly vanishes, yielding to a miraculous desire, that she would not have thought possible.

On the back of the pony a mighty penis made of rough wood is enthroned instead of the saddle. And it's obviously this penis that exerts such a magical attraction on Sophie. This wooden thing invites her to spread her thighs, then get down and up on it again and again, faster and faster, ever more ecstatic to spoil her pussy and drive herself to an exorbitant orgasm. Fascinated, her gaze remains focused on it and her mind is about to escape from reality.

Suddenly! “What was that?”, she thinks she has heard an order. Wants to obey it, to go towards the wooden penis, but can't. Something seems to be preventing her from going further. What it is, she doesn't know and doesn't care. She is already too far away to notice what is happening around her.

She dreams! ...


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Sees herself naked and tied up on the ''Wooden Pony'', the wooden penis deep in her vagina. She warms it; it returns the favour! Rubs its rough surface against her clitoris, forcing her to make rhythmic, ever more violent and faster movements. The pleasant tingling in her vagina increases more and more; her clitoris seems to ride on waves of lust; fulfilment in sight. Sophie sees in her mind's eye how her body winds itself in the chains that connect her ankles firmly to both flanks of the pony. They grant her legs little freedom of movement. Again and again she must press her thighs firmly against the flanks, stabilizing her body to keep her balance on the pony.

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How much effort she has to put in is shown by the play of her muscles and the numerous balancing movements of her upper body. She cannot use her hands to help. They are tied behind her back to the iron, tight-fitting belly belt. The thorns attached to its inner side dig painfully into her tender skin on her stomach and waist with every movement. The crocodile clamps, whose sharp teeth have drilled deep into her nipples and that are attached to an eyelet above by tightly stretched laces, also cause her pain. As a result, her breasts are pulled extremely upwards.

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Her strict, extremely painful and humiliating bondage is completed. Sophie moans with lust, since it is precisely this interplay of pain, helplessness and humiliation that her submissive nature demands to achieve sexual fulfilment. She suddenly knows that.

Tatiana's command, “Strip down completely except for the high heels”, is not enough to bring Sophie back to reality. She looks straight ahead and wants to leave again. But before she can make the first step, Tatiana puts her arm on her shoulder, holds her back and steps in front of Sophie to ask her to follow her instructions. At this she notices that she is far away in her thoughts and stares strangely enraptured at the ''Wooden Pony''.

But Tatiana is surprised and fascinated by what she sees. “That face! So sexy and yet so innocent”, she thinks contentedly. “Plus the seemingly insatiable desire that her eyes radiate, which also signal unconditional submission. That's my girl, perfect for my purposes!”


Zzziinnghhhhhh!”, the first blow of the whip lands on Sophie's body and abruptly tears her from her daydream. Now she follows Tatjana's request to undress. Slowly she unbuttons her blouse, strips it off and lets it slide to the ground. The brassiere follows. Not as fast as Tatjana wants it! Hasn't she been waiting long enough?

Already the strap of the whip hisses through the air a second time, hits Sophie in the back of her knees and makes them buckle a little. The accompanying call: “Drop your skirt and panties, but quickly!”, Sophie then follows in no time at all. Now she stands in a slightly bent position completely naked in front of Tatiana trembling with cold or fear and keeps her right hand protectively from her medium-sized, very handsome breasts; with the palm of her left hand, she covers her pussy, ... waiting!

The next command will not be long in coming. “Turn around, hands behind your back”, it says and before Sophie knows it, handcuffs click around her wrists. Seconds later, her arms are also fixed tightly to each other above the elbows. Then she feels two hands guiding her under a pulley into the middle of the room. “Spread your legs”, Tatiana now orders. Sophie protests, what brings her another blow with the crop at her buttocks. That's why she submits.

Skilfully, Tatiana chains Sophie's legs wide spread apart to eyelets set into the cellar floor. Sophie balances, has difficulty keeping her balance and is visibly anxious not to tip over. But already support comes from behind when Tatiana connects the chain dangling from the pulley to Sophie's handcuffsand lets the pulley slowly move up. Now falling forwards is impossible. But the further up the pulley rises, the more Sophie's arms are pulled up behind her back, forcing her into an increasingly bent, very uncomfortable position. Ideal for Tatiana's further plans.

"There stands the naked slave slut now chained in front of me and is completely at my mercy. Heavenly, how insecure she steps from one leg to the other, with her high-heeled shoes, as last garments that I have left her, underlining her extremely erotic charisma. And what a great contrast the handcuffs make to her tender, young body and at the same time express my power over her!", Tatjana rejoices, whose facial expression reflects the enjoyment of power over Sophie's body formally. Regard to her further plans, Sophie's far back stretched out butt and her far forward bent upper body with its tits, hanging down like udders could not be better positioned. Especially with the beautiful, uniformly shaped meat bags, she still has some plans.

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Chapter 3

Well, how do you like your new home,” Tatiana asks mockingly, knowing full well that she won't get an answer, while she almost tenderly strokes Sophie's unprotected, sagging tits with her riding crop. This is obviously unpleasant for her, especially because she has to expect to get a blow on her breasts in the next moment. “Do you know what I'm going to do with you now?”, Tatiana asks with a diabolical grin on her face, pulling the crop again and again over Sophie's tits or between them. “Well, what am I going to do now”, Tatiana repeats her question and then answers it herself: “You are my slave and will be treated like that from now on. Slave women are whipped from time to time. I will do this to you at least once a day. And we should start right now!”

With her left-hand Tatiana reaches for a whip that lies on the table next to her. Its grip is set into several leather straps about fifty centimetres long. Its end consists of several leather straps about fifty centimetres long. With this and the riding crop in her right hand, she comes forward to Sophie with a diabolical expression on her face: “Let's play a game!”, she suggests. But Sophie does not think much of it! “Please, don't whip me”, she implores, whereupon Tatiana makes her unmistakable understand, that she will not tolerate any contradiction and that repeated contradiction now and in the future will always lead to an increase in her punishment.


And now to the game, slave!” With these words, she pulls a cube out of the bag. “Before I roll the dice, you can decide which instrument — pointing to riding crop and whip — should be the even or odd number!”

Sophie prefers not to contradict, to prevent further punishment, and chooses the even numbers for the riding crop. Tatiana rolls the dice, waits excitedly! ...


'Five'! That means, the whip!”, she rejoices. “And now once again for tits or ass!”

Again, Sophie chooses the even numbers, this time for her butt. Again Tatiana rolls the dice and! … When the cube is rolled out, it shows the 'one' above. That's why it will be the tit torture!

Tatiana is very amused! That's exactly, what she hoped for. She smiles: “Okay, then I'll dice twice for your tits and multiply the number of the throws to determine the number of the blows!”

Already the cube rolls along the table-top. Sophie looks spellbound at the piece that is now to determine the extent of her pain. The cube stops and ... ''Six''! Sophie swallows, Tatiana is delighted and picks up the dice again. Sophie stares anxiously at Tatiana's hand. She knows that in a new “Six” she will have thirty-six lashes on her breasts. Tatiana takes a swing ... the cube leaves her hand, jumps up twice on the table ... rolls ... rolls and rolls from the table, falls to the floor ... jumps up several times ... remains lying there ... a ''two''! Sophie is relieved, “Only twelve lashes!”. But Tatiana complains, “The throw must be repeated!”.

Sophie stammers in horror,
But, but, that's ...”

Immediately Tatiana interrupts her. “What have I just announced you regarding complaints? I will now add ''six'' and ''two'' and then multiply by the number of the next throw. It's your fault, you little slave cunt!”, Tatiana snarls at her.

Pure desperation is reflected in Sophie's face, yet she does not dare to contradict again. Tatiana picks up the cube from the floor and rolls it over the table again. Sophie pursues it with a fearful look. This time the cube stops with the ''five'' at the top.


That makes forty lashes”, Tatiana notices without emotions and reaches for the whip.

As she swings the whip, Sophie closes her eyes. Zzzinnnghhh! The straps come down to her bare tits. She cries out, but more in fear than in pain, since Tatiana didn't hit her hard enough. Already the next one comes, this time a firm blow. Sophie howls again, and rightly so, since a slightly red streak becomes visible afterwards. Quickly, eight more sharp lashes follow, leaving clearly visible marks on her tits. After the next series of ten, Sophie's udders are already glowing bright red. Her breasts hurt sensitively, but Sophie still shows strength; manages to avoid tears and suppress cries of pain.

Meanwhile, Tatiana's pussy slowly catches fire. She pauses! First she massages Sophie's tits, then she twirls and squeezes their hard protruding nipples. Then the fingers of her left-hand move into her own, already wet grotto of lust, circle her clitoris sensitively and massage it. Tatiana's pelvis is already rising and falling, her rhythm slowly picks up speed. The sorely afflicted Sophie, who would so much like to swap places with her now, does not fail to notice how much Tatiana enjoys the constantly increasing tingling in her vagina.

The next ten whiplashes break the spell. Now it's over with Sophie's strength and her pride. While the straps of the whip wrap around her tits and make her nipples blaze, she can't hold back anymore. Screaming loudly, she accompanies the symphony of the leather straps and sends thick tears along her cheeks towards her blazing breasts as if she wanted to extinguish their fire.

Not like that, Tatiana! On the contrary! She is about to light her fire to heat up her pearl of pleasure and make it blaze. She has laid herself down on the floor and brought her body between Sophie's wide spread legs in a position from which she can best reach Sophie's breasts with her whip in her right hand, while the fingers of her left-hand massages the own clitoris with increasing intensity.

This furious finale is currently in full swing, when it takes a surprising turn!

The last ten strokes, which Tatiana, dominated by feelings of lust and sadistic fantasies, performs with all her strength and devotion, stroke even harder, even more precisely than before over Sophie's long nipples, which stick out from her breasts like antennae. That's when it happens! …


Uuuuhhh, yes, yes!”, Sophie moans. However, her moaning has changed fundamentally, from a moaning of pain to a moaning of pure lust. At the moment when even harder whiplashes are pattering down on her extremely sensitive “emotional antennae”, reality finally merges with her dreams. Starting from her bleeding nipples, a lightning storm not only of agonizing pain, but also of lust-pain shoots through her breasts, now shimmering in all colours. It penetrates every fibre of her body and reaches the centre of lust, her vagina. There the lightning storm hits her small, round ''lightning rod'' — her clitoris — with the effect of thousands upon thousands of almost unbearable, tiny pinpricks and releases emotions and energies that can no longer be controlled. Sophie is now in such a state of ecstasy. Her body twitches wildly and uncontrollably. Only the tight fetters manage to tame it when the uncontrollable sensory stimuli hit her clitoris with the force of a hammer. From there they shoot back into her nerve tracts and create new waves of indescribable lust, which look for a way out, but not find yet.

First! …

The pressure continues to increase! … The atmosphere around Sophie is now so charged that the spark is also ignited on Tatiana. From her rhythmic, ever more violent ups and downs, you can see that also her body has already penetrated so far into the universe of beguiling and intoxicating feelings that also for her there is no turning back.

Now, that two powers are competing for supremacy in the universe of lust, the atmosphere becomes increasingly charged.

It gets louder! …

The rivals go on the attack, fighting for supremacy. They moan loudly, drowning each other out in turn. With Tatiana's last blow, both reach their limit! Shortly afterwards, the feelings of both rivals explode almost simultaneously and discharge into exorbitant orgasms.

Sophie experiences for the first time in her still young life, a fantastic, completely satisfying orgasm, which makes her emotional world explode in a way she would never have dared to dream. But this is exactly what she needs, what her submissive nature demands.

Even Tatiana will not forget this highlight so quickly. It was the best, she had experienced in a long time. But what was it? She has never experienced an orgasm contest with her victim before! Although the victims, who were whipped by her to gain lust, also moaned with her in a competition, but not from exuberant lust, but from unspeakable pain.

While Tatiana is busy torturing Sophie in her private dungeon, her sister Rachel returns to the house. She has paid off the debts with the loan sharks and has hurried back to celebrate that with Tatiana and Sophie. The bottle of champagne to go with it, she bought earlier in the liquor store. To her astonishment, she finds neither Tatiana nor Sophie in the living room of the house. “They'll show up again”, she says to herself. A note from Tatiana lying next to the laptop authorizes her to do so. On this note are also noted down all the passwords and bank data required for this.

When Rachel wants to switch off the computer again a short time later, she accidentally presses the wrong button. To her astonishment, the contract, concluded with Tatiana, suddenly appears on the screen. Since she was distracted when signing the contract and has not read the contents of the contract, she decides to make up for it now. But what she gets to read there, she doesn't like at all! Because the contract neither mentions an additional transfer of ownership of $100,000, nor does it mention that the originally planned $90,000 should be transferred to pay off the debt. There was never any mention of a loan of the money for the period of three months, as is written there. It would not have made any sense either, since she and her sister could never have paid back the money in such a short period of time and in this case, also would not have wanted to remain as female slaves under Tatiana's control forever.

Rachel's mad! Angry at herself for having fallen so stupidly into the trap set by Tatiana. She and her sister has to get away from here! She realizes that right now. With presence of mind, she takes the note that authorizes her to make a bank transfer and thinks about how to proceed now. Suddenly she hears something that pulls her out of her thoughts ... “Were that screaming and loud moaning? And didn't it come from downstairs, from the cellar?”


What did she do to Sophie?”, it goes through Rachel's mind. Already, she is on her feet, runs through the open cellar door down the stairs and ... what she sees there takes her breath away! “This is a pure prison”, she says in horror to herself. She runs towards the cell, from which she hears the loud moaning of two women. When she enters the room, she is horrified. Her sister Sophie hangs there in chains, moaning with satisfaction; her legs spread wide apart, her arms extremely high behind her back, and her upper body bent forward, with two breasts dangling from them, shimmering in all colours. And between her wide spread legs Tatiana lies groaning with lust, enjoying her fading orgasm.

Rachel runs to her sister to free her from her predicament; something Tatiana, who has quickly jumped up, tries to prevent. In vain! When she gets in the way of the angry Rachel, this one sends her back to the ground with a well-aimed punch, where she remains lying dazed. After a while, Tatiana regains consciousness. At this time, Rachel has long since left the house with the remaining $100,000 and a reluctant Sophie in tow.

Tatiana is angry. She must necessarily bring the two women back into her power and therefore seeks help with “J. J.”. This one is furious about Tatiana's risky solo-effort. But because of the now precarious situation around the 'circle member', he and his assistants at the police force have to act quickly, before the two young women can talk about the events in Tatiana's house.

The policemen sent to Tatiana's house, all members of the 'circle', have researched the following facts on the spot, ... or better said, created! It says: The two fugitive sisters have forced Tatiana to open her wall safe in the living room, from which they have stolen $100,000 and taken a small calibre pistol. Subsequently, the accused, Rachel, struck down the landlady with a well-aimed punch in the face and shot the gun with the intent to kill at the one lying on the floor, to escape unrecognized with her sister. Her life owes the robbed woman only to the fortunate circumstance that the bullet fired on her, bounced back from a brooch on her dress. The murder weapon was later recovered in a bush in front of the house of the victim. No usable fingerprints were found on it, since the weapon had apparently been cleaned thoroughly.

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Chapter 4

Since Rachel and Sophie left Tatiana's house, they are on the run. They can not return to their flat, since that's where Tatiana would find them immediately. That is why they deposited most of the money, as well as pieces of evidence for their innocence, in their safe-deposit box, to make use of it in due course. Although they are careful and change their accommodation daily, only four days later they are arrested and imprisoned by the henchmen of Judge Jenner; the charge: attempted murder, robbery and assault.

A public defender assigned to them does not seem to have the slightest interest in wanting to defend them seriously and successfully. Of course, he too belongs to the 'Circle'. Therefore, his only ambition is, to move the sisters to a confession, which, he lies, would have a positive effect on the judgment and reduce the punishment.

In the non-public trial scheduled two days later, the Honourable Judge John Jenner finds the two sisters guilty on all counts and sentenced them to death by hanging. In doing so, he evaluates the condemned sisters' confessions, which were accompanied by the flimsy promise of a mild sentence as mitigating in so far, as they are spared the death by crucifixion, which is long and very painful. He also states: The convicts are transferred to Tatiana's care, where they have to stay imprisoned in her 'private prison' until the time of their execution, since the local prison is overcrowded. The injured party then has to determine the time and place of enforcement within a reasonable time and then to carry it out quickly.


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Tatiana absorbs this judgment, which is entirely to her liking, with satisfaction and a certain tingling sensation in the abdomen. Now she has a free hand, she can do whatever she wants with the two sisters.

Sophie bursts into tears as the judge announces death sentences to her and her sister. Seeking help, she looks to Rachel; “She has always found a solution, knew how to proceed, even if the situation seemed so hopeless!”, She thinks,hopes and pleads: “Please, Rachel, do something! I do not want to die! Please, please!”

But this time, Rachel knows, there's no way out for Sophie and her. Everything was prepared too well! Their condemnation, the death sentences, their transfer to Tatiana's “private prison”, all a well-defined game, and they are blindly got into the trap cleverly designed by Tatiana and her helpers.


What can I do to break that tight-knit circle, its wall of lies and false evidence, and make the public aware of our fate?” Rachel strains her brain, for once they are out of the courthouse and back in the clutches of Tatiana, it is over with her and her sister; their fate sealed!

As she thinks about it, her gaze wanders through the small courtroom. At first, she meets the triumphant, not promising auspicious look of Tatiana, moves on, ... to the door! ... and ... suddenly she knows what to do. With the courage of desperation, she jumps from her seat, storms out of the courtroom into the corridor of the building and calls out loudly for help, to attract attention. “Help, help!”, her screams sound loudly through the corridor: “They want to kill me and my sister! We have been wrongly convicted, we are innocent!”

She is already caught up and despite considerable resistance is quickly overwhelmed and gagged, thus preventing her from calling for further help. When the handcuffs click around her wrists behind her back, court president, George Law steps out of his office. He has heard the words of Rachel, wants to know what is going on. But the judge Jenner, who joins in hastily, tries to distract from the proceedings with a succinct reference to a hysterically reacting female convict.

This is not the kind of clarification and information, that the President of the Court imagined in response on his specific enquiries. In fact, the outgoing judge's actions have long seemed to him to be rather strange and dubious; the rough treatment of the young woman seems inappropriate.


Why do I repeatedly get the feeling that there is something wrong with the judge's judgements, although they have so far withstood scrutiny despite all doubts; is he currently trying to hide something? Strange above all is, that I always keep running into the same judicial officials with his official duties! Coincidence or ...”.

Deep in such thoughts, George Law turns away and returns to his office with a thoughtful expression, willing to pursue these questions later.


Thank God, it went well”, sighs 'J.J.' with relief: “The court president is a real pain in the ass now, he's been eyeing me for weeks. No matter. It was my last official act here in Denver anyway; I'll be gone next week; then there's no good reason for him to do any more research and dig into the past”.

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In the basement of her house Tatiana has built herself up broad-legged in front of Rachel and Sophie. She holds her hands pressed against her hips and wears a very tight-fitting overall made of black latex, which shows off her distinctly feminine curves very nicely. She also wears black high heels, which make her already slim legs look even longer. Her look is that of a victor, but one who has nothing good in mind with her counterpart. Her eyes blink evil, her voice sounds ominous when she gloatingly expresses: “At last you have returned to your new home, my little doves, and have found a nice place in your cage. But have a little more patience! Your treatment will start in a moment!”

Rachel and Sophie aren't answering. How could they? Thick ball gags in their mouths make it impossible for them. However, Rachel's angry looks are answer enough. She would like to go for Tatjana's throat right now, but she is not able to do that at the moment.

It is another effort that currently requires all her concentration; the struggle with the ropes holding her arms spread wide apart on the crossbar of the heavy wooden cross. This now stands erect in the rear part of the high cellar vault, embedded in a recess in the floor and stabilized at the top by the pulley. Her stiff nipples are pulled far down by sharp-edged clamps, from which heavy weights dangle.

Another scene of their hopeless fight against the cross is the steeply inclined podium, which is located further down the cross tribe. Rachel is trying tirelessly to find long-term support on this platform, to push her body upwards by stretching her slightly bent legs. By doing so, she wants to reduce the pull on her shoulder joints as well as the pressure on her upper body, to provide relief in breathing.

An ever more futile undertaking! Because Rachel's freedom of movement is severely restricted by her legs tied tightly together above her knees and her feet tied tightly at her ankles. Nevertheless, with unimaginable stamina and energy, she raises her tied legs again and again to put her feet on the sloping pedestal. Each time it is a feat of strength of pulling up and pushing off, which one would not have expected from the slim, not exactly muscular woman in this frequency. When the muscles of her upper arms tense up and the ropes at her wrists are tugged, her face instantly mutates into a painfully distorted grimace, her agony audibly pressed through the gag that closes her mouth. The sharp-edged clamps on her nipples cause her additional pain. Heavy weights dangle from them, pulling them far down. Every time Rachel's feet slide off the pedestal, they jump back and forth extremely violently, as if they wanted to tear Rachel's nipples from her breasts.


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This recurring procedure makes Rachel sweat a lot within a very short time. Little later, her sweaty body shines from top to bottom. In the pale glow of two wall lamps, Tatiana sees thick beads of sweat pouring down Rachel's body, dripping either onto the cellar floor or the sloping pedestal. With each bead of sweat, it becomes more and more slippery, and Rachel's struggle to gain a foothold on it for longer time more and more hopeless. The same applies to her efforts to push her body upwards with her bound feet, to make herself breathing easier.

This increasingly bizarre dance on the cross fascinates Tatiana immensely. With steadily increasing pleasure she observes how Rachel's feet glide off the smooth slope more and more often and faster when she tries to push her body upwards. Then Rachel's sore back, that becomes more and more bloody, slides down along the cross tribe until her wide spread arms tied to the crossbar abruptly stop the fall of her body; a feeling as if her arms are torn from her shoulder joints and a lightning storm of unspeakable pain bursts her body.


Have a look, Sophie! Isn't it exotic, the dance of your sister on the cross? See how wildly her body twitches, writhes under the agony of never-ending pain! See how infinitely she suffers. Look! The pain controls her and even increases, as she can not scream it out! Look at her!”, raves Tatiana.

At these words Tatiana looks sexually excited at Sophie, who is sitting on the 'wooden horse' that she had so intensely looked at during her first visit to the vault. Her hands are tied behind her back to the iron belly ring with its internal thorns, which themselves painfully bore into her delicate skin on her belly and waist with every movement. Her ankles are chained to the crossbar, the back of the wooden horse, with leg irons and her neck is stuck in the noose hanging down from the gallows. Thus secured from falling down, she rides on her “saddle”. The thick wooden penis, has penetrated far into her pleasure grotto and its rough, uneven profile leads with each of her movements on her sensitive clitoris to an at first pleasantly tingling sensation and in the further course to more and more intense, explosive sensations.


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Even Sophie is not spared the sharp-edged crocodile clips. Their sharp teeth don't let go of her erect nipples, either when Tatiana attaches cords to the clamps and ties them tightly to a ceiling ring. This pulls Sophie's breasts far upwards. They painfully feel every effort of Sophie, to keep her balance on the pony so as not to fall into the noose around her neck; a perfidious intensification of her agony, as Tatiana intends. Every time Sophie's body twitches to balance, to keep her balance, the weights attached to the clamps are thrown back and forth, hopping up and down. This is always accompanied by a rather unpleasant pull or even a tearing on her nipples and of course the unspeakable pain that then shoots into her body. But exactly this mixture of pain, helplessness and suppression is the elixir that the submissive Sophie needs to thrill herself into unbridled sexual arousal, that leads her into the wonderful spheres of unbridled lust, to conquer its peak.

Unlike her sister Rachel, Sophie is riding an endless wave of lust and pain. Although she actually rejects violence against people without their consent, right now it is only her sister's pain, that is also arousing her more and more, that really turns her on. Her ride on the 'wooden pony' continues to increase in intensity as Tatiana addresses her again: “Don't you think Rachel would do anything to get off the cross right now?”. She laughs angrily, continues: “But she won't! She will also have to endure the tortures that follow now, without being able to do anything about it!” With these words Tatiana catapults Sophie's fantasies into immeasurable dimensions. Her excitement grows steadily, heading for an exorbitant orgasm!

Tatiana's eyes are now again on Rachel's pain-contorted face and its tortured body, which seems to explode in a thunderbolt of unspeakable pain. Like Sophie, she too is carried by the glorious feeling of exuberant sexual desire. To take this to the extreme, she grabs her 'nine tails cat' whip and beats Rachel, like a woman possessed by the devil.

The blows do not miss their effect. With one hand she cracks the whip, with the other she stimulates her clitoris. Further and further, harder and harder, she thrashes on Rachel's helplessly crucified body; hard, harder, ... even harder, ... as if she wanted to whip the soul out of Rachel's body! In the process she gets into a frenzy of exuberant sexual lust, to a liberating, explosive orgasm and the feeling of relief and boundless satisfaction;


Done!

That's Rachel too. Littered with welts, bleeding and unconscious, her body hangs limply on the cross. The feet have slipped from the pedestal and hang down outstretched; The weight of her body tugs at the shoulders and wrists; her head has fallen forward on her chest; the face is marked by pain, cheeks overflowing with tears; she seems broken, barely breathing.


It's time to take her down from the cross!”, Tatiana thinks deeply satisfied. “For her, it will take a while to recover from this dance on the cross!”.

This game of pain and pleasure continues this way in the following weeks. Sophie can not get enough of it. During this time, she turns out as a willing, pain-horny Bitch. Rachel, on the other hand, detests Tatiana and her violence, opposes her actions wherever it is possible and shows her dislike of Tatiana openly.

And Tatiana? She enjoys playing with such contrasting characters. It tempts her to observe Sophie transforming even the most unbearable pain into waves of pure lust, while still possessing the power to carry her along with her and drag her into the vortex of pure pleasure. Rachel, on the other hand, rebellious and indomitable, must be punished continuously with all severity. Here it is the power game and Rachel's unbearable pain, from which Tatiana draws her pleasure.

But after a while each, even this interesting interplay becomes a boring routine. Then time has come finishing it! Therefore, Tatiana now has to think about the execution of the judgments against her two slaves.

However, the question of the place of enforcement turns out to be more difficult than planned. It can not take place in Denver, because of the circumstances. Tatiana therefore wants to have the sentences enforced in the far-flung Oglala Lakota County in south-west South Dakota. But her ex, 'J.J.', who took office as presiding judge there a month ago, doesn't think this is a good idea and refuses. He does not want to attract attention and thereby spur a possible review of his Denver verdicts. Furthermore, he is busy ''cleaning up'' in his new judicial district. He suggests Tatiana to choose the adjacent 'Tree Estate'. It has had the status of self-government for many generations and is a place where the death penalty is still carried out. Therefore, it is the most suitable place for her plans.


That sounds good!”, Tatiana thinks and contacts Tree. In a telephone conversation, she describes her concerns and the associated facts, which of course lacks any truth.

Tree asks Tatiana to send him a certified copy of the verdict. That is a prerequisite for making a positive decision. Upon receipt, he wants to confirm immediately the appointment envisaged in about 14 days. Only then could one also speak concretely about expressed wishes and modalities concerning kind and course of the judgments to be enforced.

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Chapter 5

A few days later at Denver police headquarters:

Chief of police, Bill Muller's sitting at his desk. The traces of blood, which were discovered while extinguishing a smouldering fire in the prison-like cellar of a private house, have not more gone out of the experienced policemen's mind. The longer he thought about it, the more he came to the conclusion that this accidental find must be connected to the disappearance of young women in his district. Thus, he now also no longer considers the previous unsuccessfulness of his investigators to be coincidence, but attributes it to a “leak” in his or the judicial authority.

A first step to get around the “leak”, to eliminate the informant and to advance the investigation, he has secretly hired the detective agency 'Sadie and Liam Crawford', which is investigating outside the police apparatus. Now he also wants to inform his old friend George Law, president of the Denver Supreme Court, about his suspicions. In a phone call he asks him to discreetly look for strange things in his authority and to inform him as soon as he notices anything unusual.


I do not need to think about that for a long time, Bill!”, he replies on the phone: “Only recently I heard a young woman running through the court corridor, while screaming and begging for help; They wanted to kill me and my sister even though they were innocent, she cried. When I left my office, she was already gagged, what I found very unusual, and the judge in charge of the case made a very nervous impression on me. I will look into the matter again and then I will inform you in detail”.

Bill politely thanks and hangs up. “Two young women ... already strange, or ...?”

He pauses, seems thoughtful and a little worried. “Strange! Why, contrary to our agreement, have my two undercover, Sadie and Liam, not contacted me for three days?”


He picks up the phone again, wants to dial a number, hesitates, strokes his white chin beard with his left hand, seems thoughtful. Finally, he dials the number with the New York area code. While patiently waiting for the connection to be made, he smiles mischievously in his white goatee beard. If the conversation goes the way he imagines it to, he has another ace up his sleeve, besides Sadie and Liam, in the fight against the machinations of criminal freaks in the sadomasochistic scene. He is convinced that this will definitely sting.

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In the morning of the day after next, a taxi stops in front of the Denver police headquarters. A slender, brunette, young lady gets out. Determined, she climbs the steps to the main portal of the building and enters. It is the investigative journalist Barbara Moore, formerly a detective in the New York Police Department, whose investigative journalism focuses on violent and homicidal crimes in the SM-Scene.


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The Denver police chief, Bill Muller, hired her two days ago to help him clarify the disappearance of several and, most recently, two young women in his district. All in this context so far conducted, covert actions and raids in the relevant Sex- and SM-Clubs in the city area and its further circumference, ran, despite many useful indications, invariably unsuccessful. Despite intensive investigative work, it was never possible to find even the slightest clue as to the whereabouts of the young women, or to establish a connection between their disappearance and the SM-Scene, although the classic pattern of prey for such cases was present in all women: Hardly any or no social contacts, in all cases, their disappearance more or less coincidentally noticed and in their flats indicated neither burglary nor travel of the missing persons.

The local police were puzzled for a long time, until coincidence in extinguishing a smouldering fire in a private house led to a cellar room, converted into a torture prison, where several traces of blood of different blood groups were found. This accidental discovery provided the first evidence that suggested a possible connection with the disappearance of the young women.

To stop the unrest in the population — especially among women — from growing any further and to finally be able to present results in this matter, which is extremely distressing for the local police, Denver's chief of police, Bill Muller, has turned to Barbara Moore.

Although she has withdrawn from the police service, her good contacts with the SM scene, which she has worked out as a freelance journalist, her knowledge of it and her unerring instinct to detect criminal machinations and crimes in this scene are for the success of police investigation work has always been quite helpful.

In the building, she is led straight to the office of the police chief. He stands in front of his desk and seems to be expecting her impatiently. “Good morning, Miss Moore!”, He greets her friendly and extends his right hand towards her: “Bill Muller, but just call me Bill!”.

Barb thanks politely: “Then we'll stay with the” you “, I'm Barb!”. Then comes straight to the point: “Has there been something since our phone call, that I should know, Bill?”

He shakes his head and sighs with resignation. “Unfortunately nothing, Barb!”


Well, yes”, Barb reassures him, “it's already a starting point!”

Bill looks at her in bewilderment and reasonably uncomprehending. But in the next moment, Barb makes sure that this changes and instead begins to confide in his features.


If you can't get anywhere on the street, you have to go on the Net,” says Barb with a tone of conviction that grabs Bill's attention: “Think about it, Bill! Five young women will not voluntarily disappear in such a short sequence. There are no such coincidences, especially since there is nothing to suggest that they had anything to do with each other, let alone, knew each other. Nor did a ransom demand or any other letter of confession turn up in any of the women after their disappearance; therefore an abduction for the reason of extortion is ruled out from the beginning. What remains? ... A kidnapping for other reasons! And here the ''unfortunately nothing'' and the facts ascertained so far tell me quite a lot. Woman, young, single, with moderate social contact, suddenly and without apparent reason disappeared, I interpret as excellently suited for kidnapping and for use in a sadomasochistic scene that goes far beyond what is reasonable”.

Bill is astonished by this logically comprehensible analysis, but then, dull-eyed, asks: “And to what extent cans the internet help us?”


But Bill! Now you disappoint me! To offer women services on the Internet, I do not need to abduct them. These women do this voluntarily for a corresponding remuneration. Just think a step further ... to the wishes of a clientele that goes beyond the normal and legal and beyond that, what women usually volunteer are willing to give voluntary! Where this will be offered?” Barb looks challenging at Bill.

Yeah, where ... tell me!”, Bill asks her impatiently.

I almost think”, laughs Barb, “the criminologists here in Denver, the hub of today's marketplace where all kinds of illegal services and benefits are offered, probably hasn't reached you yet. It's darkness, of course. It's where organized crime romps nowadays; even those who torture young, attractive women for a perverted clientele for horrendous pay in secret, illegally run clubs, murder them if necessary, or sell them into private slavery after use. I will therefore later go to my computer and surf a little in Darknet”.

That sounds good, Barb!”, Bill agrees. He hesitates briefly and then warns: “In this case, extreme caution is called for, since we are dealing here with professional and well-informed circles who seem to be always one step ahead of us. I do not want anything to happen to you. Tomorrow I will introduce you to the two detectives who will accompany and assist you in your research. They are the only ones who are privy to everything and know about your involvement”.

How much Bill is wrong, will later turn out to be fatal, since in fact, all the key people in the Denver SM-Scene already know that their No. 1 enemy image, Barbara Moore, has arrived in the city to support investigations of the local police. Especially Dimitri Petrov, respected businessman and head of the Sex- and SM-Scene, which he brilliantly steers from the background, does not want to let this bitch ruin his lucrative business. He plans to simply turn the tables and - real businessman - if possible still earn money with videos that he will secretly let make of Barb in her hotel suite. The necessary steps have been taken. In the City Hotel, a business hotel belonging to Dimitri Petrov's hotel chain, Miss Moore has been given the ''Survey Suite'' on the 11th floor of the building at a special price since she has checked in for at least 2 weeks. This suite offers not only a beautiful view at the city, but also at all the activities inside it rooms.

A short time later, Barb sits in front of her laptop in the office she has been given. In no time she has logged into the Dark net. Here she knows her way around as an expert, knows where to look and also recognizes hidden hints directed at the user.

Suddenly she pauses, has encountered an ad that arouses her curiosity; It reads: “Passion that creates suffering! — Interested?”. What makes the ad even more interesting is the fact that there is a hidden hint of activities in the greater Denver area. Quickly, Barb has made the Bitcoin payment required to enter the site; “Click” and she is in it. She quickly skims its contents and sees that in the evening somewhere in the area a ''High Risk Show'' is taking place, which can be watched live on screen for a fee. Barb doesn't want to miss this show and look it at in her hotel suite

Four days before, Sadie and Liam Crawford also have come across this page in Dark-Net, which shows a wooden cross smeared with blood in an almost dark room and invites you to log in. Like Barb, they have made the Bitcoin payment required to enter the site too and have been redirected to the next page, on which Tatiana, as masked Dominatrix Svetlana, offers all paid services. It started with the possibility of viewing photos or films of extremely tortured women. Continued with a general reference to club events and the following slogan addressed to the men's world: “You are curious, brave and also have a lot of money, then it is open to you, my disreputable dark, extremely perverse world!” Among it an invitation addressed to the female escort: “You want to show him your love, love the thrill and are a determined, fearless woman, then sign up and risk being part of my Show !”

The listing of strict rules, especially for female visitors of the show, as well as various instructions and advice on discretion, security, pick up and payment followed. Including the reference that on weekends Saturday night at 10 p.m. the“High Risk Show” takes place, which is only bookable for couples. This, so the hint, is a highlight, even a ''must'' for every hard-boiled sadomasochist. His female escort definitely takes part in a raffle before the show starts, which makes her the main attraction of the show, if the outcome is unfavourable for her.


This is the entrance in our investigation, Sadie!”, Liam has reacted to the ad. “We absolutely must attend this show. There we will surely meet the hard core of this scene; the only way to get ahead in this case!”

No, definitely no! Without me!”, Sadie has contradicted shocked and angry. “Do you actually understand, what this means to me? I am the one who risks becoming the protagonist of the show, not you. I'm not accompanying you to this show”.

Don't be so squeamish! After all, in our profession it is normal to take a certain amount of risk. You're definitely not the only woman, who takes part in this event”, Liam has replied a bit annoyed. “If you have read the text of the ad so carefully, as you claim to have done, you will have noticed that the invitation to the 'High Risk Show' is only for couples. With the expected overly great interest of men who are interested in the subject, the number of women taking part is also correspondingly high. The risk that you will be affected is therefore probably rather low. And by the way, we live from the success of investigations and from delivering results”, he concluded his sermon.

Mmmmh, uh! It's alright!”, Sadie, however, was not very convincing, but with a pathetic tone of voice. “I'm going to the show with you”.

After Sadie's promise, Liam has hurried to finish the booking so that she couldn't change her mind again. Finishing the Bitcoin payment of $2000 for his participation — attending the show is free for female escorts, because of their the risk of losing the lottery — ,he immediately received lot number 23 for Sadie, followed by a number of specific rules of conduct up to the day of the event, including the procedure for picking her up and the warning of serious consequences in case of violations.

Finally, the day has come, when Sadie and Liam shall be ready. Both sit at home next to each other on the sofa and wait for the announced instructions. They don't speak a word to each other, since both are too busy with their feelings and sensations. Liam in strange manner is strongly sexually aroused, while Sadie seems extremely nervous and tense. At six p.m. an e-mail arrives with an order, to open her flat door a little, to put on the blindfolds they have received, to tie her hands behind their backs with the provided handcuffs and to wait ...


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To stop the unrest in the population — especially among women — from growing any further and to finally be able to present results in this matter, which is extremely distressing for the local police, Denver's chief of police, Bill Muller, has turned to Barbara Moore.

Smart move, Bill ;)

Barb thanks politely: “Then we'll stay with the” you “, I'm Barb!”.

Bill is revealing his German heritage here. Americans would not say anything about the conversational use of familiar pronouns :)

Bill is astonished by this logically comprehensible analysis,

He shouldn’t be. That’s what he’s paying me for ... :D

How much Bill is wrong, will later turn out to be fatal, since in fact, all the key people in the Denver SM-Scene already know that their No. 1 enemy image, Barbara Moore, has arrived in the city to support investigations of the local police

Really? Oh shit! Who blabbed? :confused::facepalm:
 
Smart move, Bill ;)



Bill is revealing his German heritage here. Americans would not say anything about the conversational use of familiar pronouns :)



He shouldn’t be. That’s what he’s paying me for ... :D



Really? Oh shit! Who blabbed? :confused::facepalm:
Does it matter?Don`t kid yourself, you are only there so the Russians can have you flogged and crucified.
 
Chapter 6

The excellent dinner with a few glasses of champagne in the hotel's own restaurant put Barb in the best possible mood for the rest of the evening. When she goes to her suite with the opened bottle of champagne, her thighs are already tingling noticeably. Time to get rid of the superfluous wardrobe. She has no idea that her hotel suite is equipped with numerous cameras and bugging devices that are invisible to the occupant, so that every corner of her suite is visible and therefore secrecy is completely impossible. Dressed in just a tiny slip and a hint of nothing on négligée, she makes herself comfortable on an armchair.


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In expectation of what she will see in the Dark-Net, the tingling sensation in her body is slowly picking up speed and already spreading a pleasant excitement in her crotch. Immediately, the images of her being crucified in the “Bronx crux murder case” are back in her mind, and she feels an increasing excitement. The light material of her négligée, which gently strokes her nipples with every movement, ensures that they stiffen and straighten up in seconds. Barb swallows, is now finally in the Dark-Net on the desired page, clicks on the menu item ''Watch Livestream'', and makes her Bitcoin payment. In tense anticipation she is already so excited that she is more occupied with herself than with what is happening on the screen. She moves the middle finger of her left hand to her right nipple; gently brushes her fingertip over the tip of her nipple, moans softly, barely noticeably weighing her body up and down in rhythmic cycles, presses the button and ...

... The screen flickers, it flashes, like fireworks... then the female voice! “Welcome to Svetlana's Club of Torment and Sorrows”. ... Renewed flickering and flashing, from which a moderately lit guest room crystallizes, at first totally blurred, but then slowly becoming increasingly sharp, with a stage about a meter higher in front of it, which is still hidden behind a dark curtain.

In the guest room there are three rows of tables, which can seat 60 guests in total. They are filled to the last seat; the men all wear black suits and face masks reaching down to the base of their mouths, to preserve their anonymity; the women, on the other hand, show their faces and themselves quite open-hearted. While all guests load the many delicacies on their plates at the buffet, two waitresses are busy, filling the glasses with the most precious champagne. They are dressed only in tight briefs, fishnet stockings and high heels, but instead are decorated with foot- and handcuffs, which make it extremely difficult for them to walk around the tables and serve the drinks.


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Barb, who follows the action on the screen, cannot at first make any sense of why all the female visitors, like sportswomen at a competition, wear big bodices with a number. But when Dominatrix Svetlana thanks the 'courageous' ladies for coming, since without their participation this show would not be possible, and once again explains the consequences of the draw for one of them, she is in the picture.

Now that the drawing of lots is imminent, it becomes clear that not all the women present have found their way here of their own free will. Barb sees the fear on their faces, feels their tension. Some of them slide around nervously in their chairs, but do not dare to do anything. Only the woman with the number 16 gets up from her seat after Svetlana's explanation and pretends to have to go to the toilet. Confident and pert, she leaves the room, but ... Her senseless escape attempt fails miserably and has bitter consequences for her.

The guests, who are chatting animatedly, enjoying the good food and the wine served with it, are suddenly startled by loud rumbling and shouting, which penetrates the hall from outside. Two masked men drag the wildly kicking, loudly scolding and violently defending woman, grabbed by the arms, back to her chair. When she doesn't stop complaining there and begins to insult her male companion loudly, one of the masked guards stuffs her mouth with a thick ball gag. But last it takes two strong slaps into her face to silence her.

At the end of this intermezzo everyone can turn back to good food. Gradually the buffet empties. The muted babble of voices increases in intensity. For the hostess the sign that everyone has finished his meal, and she can continue in the program. She cheers the guests and announces the upcoming raffle. The two extremely lightly dressed ladies, who still served the drinks a moment ago, now carry a small table into the hall, on which an opaque container stands.


In this container”, explains the masked hostess, “are slips of paper with the numbers of the 30 ladies present here. To increase the tension, my two assistants — she points to the bare-breasted ladies standing next to her — will now draw one lot after the other. The ladies whose ticket numbers have been drawn can enjoy the following evening relaxed. However, this does not apply to the lady with the number 16, whose attempt to escape violated one of the strict conditions that must be observed by every participant. As a result of her violation, she loses her freedom and is sold as a pleasure slave to the highest bidding male guest of this show! This is how our strict conditions of participation provide for it. But before that, she will be the second attraction of the evening next to the lady whose number is drawn last and who will be the protagonist of this evening's events on stage. Let the drawing begin!”

Number 16 now crouches in her chair like a pile of misery. Her arms are tied behind her back to the back of the chair to prevent another escape attempt. Her dress is torn at her cleavage and her left breast is hanging out. She accepts the words about her fate with an empty expression on her face. Judging by her body language, she seems resigned, have surrendered to her fate. Instead, Svetlana's comments to the fate of the pitiable woman, seem to inspire her companion to visible satisfaction and malicious joy, which is clearly visible in the corners of his mouth. But that's not all! In an extremely insulting and condescending manner he murmurs to his unfortunate escort: “Honey, you're the first woman I don't have to give up on after the show, and in return you reward me, by playing an active part in this show! That's so nice of you”. After a short pause he adds: “So do your best”.

Has the poor woman already cowered on her chair, pale as a sheet and lost, she is now shedding bitter tears after the painful words of her supposed friend. “I do not deserve such betrayal. Haven't I done everything in the last few weeks to win your affection and love? I even accompanied you here, even though this kind of sexual activity and satisfaction is not at all what I have in mind”, she says, disappointed with her lover, and repines her fate.

Now, one lot after the other is pulled out of the opaque container and presented by the topless assistants. While at first all the women stare spellbound at each drawn number and lean back relaxed one after the other, the men's eyes stick to the up and down bouncing tits of the assistants.

When 27 of the 30 numbers have already been drawn, the tension rises enormously. Sadie, whose number 23 has not yet been drawn, slides more and more restlessly back and forth on her chair. “I knew it, I saw it coming”, she thinks desperately.

Barb noticed the slim, brunette beauty, who seems more and more nervous and anxious, a few minutes ago. She puts herself in her place; the tormenting uncertainty, the question of how things will continue and whether she, as the chosen one if necessary, will be able to bear the pain inflicted on her. All these unanswered questions, which generate the most diverse scenarios in her head, excite her immensely.

The fact that the number of the woman, who has already been chosen as an additional attraction for the show because of her escape attempt, has not yet been drawn, further increases the tension for all those present. Of course, the men are very interested in a second victim, since this enlivens the show as a whole and in the end makes it even more diverse and horny. Also, quite a few of the women favoured by the luck of the draw wouldn't have anything against a second victim, since every potential rival deserves a severe punishment for this reason alone.

As if Alfred Hitchcock had written the script, the next lot does not bear the number 16 either, so now there are only two numbers in the opaque, bulbous container, the 16 and the 23. Now it decides! Will there be two victims tonight, or will it remain with one already established victim? The assistant sticks her hand into the container again, seems to finger in vain for a piece of paper. Her wrist is constantly moving back and forth in the opening of the container. It takes ... and lasts, driving the tension of the guests to the limit and Sadie's torments of uncertainty to the utmost!

She would love to jump up and run away, knowing that this option is like ''0''. But then she would have at least tried! It can not get any worse at her ''lottery luck'' anyway. She guessed right from the start that it would hit her. She is already twitching, wants to jump up, when something holds her back; an inner voice warns :“Stop, and don't run away! One chance is better than no chance, and it is still fifty-fifty”. With a touch of resignation in her eyes and her head hanging down, Sadie remains in her chair and clings in thoughts to this straw. She knows: “The hope dies last.”

When she looks up again, she just gets to see how the assistant pulls her hand out of the container, holds the penultimate note between her fingers and passes it on to Svetlana. In the room it's completely still. You can literally hear the crackling tension that lies above the guests. Sadie alone is the famous exception. She now slides nervously around on her chair again and her heart beats as if it wanted to burst, and it beats so loudly that everyone in the hall has to hear it, she thinks. Her gaze wanders uncertainly through the hall, but none of the other guests take the slightest notice of her.

On the contrary! All eyes in the hall are fixed on Svetlana and the note, she is holding in her hand. And Svetlana takes her time. She carefully unfolds the note, looks at it herself, without blinking an eye., and then holds it up between her thumb and forefinger.


16! It's the 16”, breaks the shrill call of a female visitor the tense silence in the hall and makes Sadie wince. Her call is drowned out by the thunderous applause of the audience. This will be an evening to our taste, Barb hears the shouts of some men on the screen, while Svetlana scrapes off the note with the number 23 from the bottom of the container and presents it to the audience for sake of order.

Sadie looks horrified at Liam; Sadie looks at Liam in horror; she looks for help, but don't find it with him; knows that her nightmare has come true. She didn't want to come here; the risk just seemed too high; he wanted it badly and in the end she had reluctantly given in to his wish, just because of her job. Now, as a masked, muscular figure approaching her, it's all too late anyway, any resistance useless. Without resistance, she lets her arms be turned on her back, where her wrists are cuffed. Then she let lead herself backstage with her fellow sufferer, No 16. She doesn't realize anymore that Liam is also being led discreetly out of the auditorium under a pretext, which is now darkened. Shortly afterwards, the guests, who remain in total darkness, hear noises, rumbling and painful groans from a corner next to the stage, followed by a few moments of absolute silence, which Svetlana ends by microphone with the announcement: “Let's start today's show!”

In the next moment, a loudly played-in thunderstorm, accompanied by countless, glaring flashes of light, raids the briefly startled, dazzled but curious guests. Then! ... A spotlight illuminates the scene. It is directed forward, illuminating a small area to the right of the stage. It shows a young man tied to a massive wooden chair. His upper body is naked, marked by several bloody welts. He is sitting there, gagged, motionless, with his head tilted forward; his chin tip has sunk to his chest, seems to support itself there. A masked figure steps in front of him, hits his flat right hand on his cheek so hard that his head seems to be flying away and yells: “Now you and your slut are going to find out what it means to determine against us for the police and to spy on our community to deliver us to the knife!”

The camera now pans from the side stage to the elevated, almost dark main stage, whose curtain now opens. There, the audience can guess the contours of a cross more than really see.


Didn't I just see a slight movement there?” Barb, who stares spellbound at her screen, is not sure. Nevertheless ... The scene did not miss its effect. Already Barb's right middle finger is at her 'lust pearl' that she massages tenderly; a first moan is the result. In her mind she sees herself again on the cross, sighs, is fully involved.

This is exactly what the direction wants! Very subtly and cautiously the audience is introduced to the action. It begins as a competition between reality and fantasy with much scope for own speculations of the spectators, until it says: “Spot on!”



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At this moment a spotlight shines on, its hard shining beam of light seizing a massive wooden cross in the middle of the stage, in front of which stands a young woman whose arms are stretched out wide and tied to the crossbars with thick ropes. It's Sadie, the number 23. Her naked body looks extremely stretched, since only the toes of the regretful woman just reach a small pedestal in front of the cross. Her legs are also tied tightly above her knees and at her ankles.

Barb is now completely in her element. Her eyes are glued to the action on the screen. Her fingers massage her clitoris, already twitching wildly, in unison with the circular movements of her pelvis. That's the moment when it comes over her, when she sees herself instead of the unknown woman on the cross. She feels the rough wood scratching at her back, recognizes the dark spots at the ends of the crossbeam and, on closer inspection, also the holes smeared with dried blood in these places, which are evidence of hammered-in heavy nails; Clear signs of an agonizing, cruel dance on the cross. She rears up, twitches wildly, irrepressibly, becomes increasingly short of breath, gasps and finally moans out the longed-for orgasm.

After its subside, she now concentrates again completely on the pitiful unknown woman. Her gaze meets her firm, not too big breasts, from the middle of which two erect nipples protrude from beautifully drawn atria; wanders down over her flat belly to the shaved pubic area, to which the firm buttocks are attached at the back and below the crotch two slender thighs, which open into seemingly never-ending legs. She keeps her head bent back, her eyes closed, her lips tightly pressed together.


Is she in pain?”, Barb asks herself. “Or is it the fear of what awaits her that has carved this horror in her face? Is the man tied to the chair her boyfriend, and did he persuade her to take part in this 'high-risk show', which is touted as the ultimate event? Or did she voluntarily decide, following a sexual desire, because of the thrill and out of pure curiosity, to get involved in this perhaps dangerous adventure with all its consequences?”

Barb studies in detail the body language and the expression on the face of the unknown woman. Compares both in spirit with her emotions in such a situation where nothing more has happened than the naked body being tied to a cross. She would enjoy such a situation, following her masochistic inclination and sexual desire, and would rock her body gracefully back and forth on the cross while her gaze radiates pure eroticism. A completely different mood reveals the body language of the stranger on the screen of her laptop. Her body hangs completely calm and stretched out, devoid of any emotion on the cross. Barb is quite sure that she has never been in contact with the SM scene before, and very likely rejects it as a perverted excrescence of human behaviour.

Barb now inspects her face, the slightly tortured expression, the closed eyes and the compressed lips. That may mean a lot! But it's not an expression of sexual pleasure. Her slightly tortured facial expression, Barb thinks she recognizes, signals that on the one hand she is lamenting her fate, but on the other hand rightly sees herself in this humiliating and painful pose, since she has seen the disaster coming from the beginning, yet did not contradict her husband, but for whatever reasons has engaged herself in this madness and agreed to participate in this event, which is so risky for her. Therefore, from her point of view, she bears the sole responsibility for having got into this unacceptable, quite dangerous situation and accepts her humiliating crucifixion with everything that follows as a just punishment for her stupidity for having acted against her conviction.

But what happens behind her closed eyelids? Barb doesn't know whether these are scenarios of a possible rape or torture or whether she simply wants to hide the shame behind her eyelids that she feels because her body is presented naked and crucified in front of people unknown to her.

Her compressed lips, on the other hand, not only testify to her determination to bravely endure the expected torture, however hard it may be. No! She urges her tormentors to go against her with all severity, be it to prove her steadfastness or out of defiance. In any case, she wants to be punished as hard as possible out of anger at herself. Barb is quite sure of that.

Sadie does not know what's going to happen, since everything around her is completely new to her. Uncertain and shy, she hangs on the cross, waiting for the things to come towards her, with a strange look expressing unbelief, as if she had landed in the wrong film in her dreams. Fear joins at the moment, when she perceives sounds to her left.

At the same moment, five men appear on the mainly dark stage, in the middle of which only the cross, to which Sadie is tied up, is spot-illuminated. Although the figures are still outside the cone of light, it can be seen that they are completely naked, except for the leather masks behind which they hide their faces. Three of these gentlemen do not seem to be the youngest anymore; two of the bodies appear extremely untrained, are fat, flabby and push a not inconsiderable beer belly in front of them; the third is rather hairy and scrawny. The fourth is a very handsome, muscular appearance and the fifth, a tall black man with a huge penis. These two seem to have nothing to do with the other three.

to be continued ...
 
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Chapter 7

While the three older ones, apparently wimps, are having a lively discussion in the back of the stage, the muscle man heads for Sadie tied to the cross and kicks the small platform under her feet away with a well-aimed kick. Immediately her naked body sinks down a few centimetres, is stretched now to the extreme. Her breasts are pushed even further forward due to this even more extreme stretching and her belly is tightened under her chest; it is now flattened. In addition, her entire body weight suddenly tugs at her wide spread arms. Strained and breathing heavily, she watches irritatedly as the muscle man removes the shackles first above her knees and then at her ankles.

Immediately the black one with the already stiff, steeply erected monster hammer, under which no less conspicuous dark-haired giant bells swing, jumps in addition. He holds two thick, long ropes in his hands, one of which he passes to the muscle man. Now, both grab one of Sophie's legs, wrap the heavy ropes directly above her knees several times around her thighs, knot them and throw the free ends over the crossbar of her cross. Then they tighten the ropes until Sadie's pelvis floats freely above the ground in a position comparable to that of a gynaecological chair. Her weight in this position rests almost entirely on her arms, which are spread wide apart, tugging at her wrists and enormously increasing the pain in her shoulder joints. But what hurts her even more at the moment, is the involuntary, not wanted display of her most private parts; the view on her shaved vulva, which is wide open due to the spreading of her thighs, her slightly stretched labia, the hard, stiffly protruding nipples. She lowers her gaze and closes her eyes, as if this is the way of escaping the lascivious looks of the men and the joy in the faces of their female escorts, who take note of every kind of humiliation of a potential rival with satisfaction. She is ashamed to death!

Quite different is the feeling of her ''playfellows'' and especially the male audience in the hall. These find Sadie's sight awesome, extremely stimulating and downright seductive.They would love to participate the action of the two men on stage.

The muscle man moves his enormously agile tongue back and forth between Sadie's very distinct, but still dainty appearing labia, making them wobble a lot. At first this is very embarrassing for her, but gradually the audience can see a complete change in her feelings. Her now more and more relaxed facial features and the evenly rhythmic movements of her body reveal that her sexual desire is awakening and increasing inexorably. Equally fast, her inhibitions decrease. Equally fast, her inhibitions decrease. Previous reservations about SM-games are suddenly a thing of the past and snow of yesterday. “What the heck”, Sadie throws her convictions about this overboard and gives herself over to the pleasant feeling of the circling tongue exploring her pleasure grotto, which strokes over her clitoris again and again in good doses and electrifies every cell of her beautiful body. Suddenly she neither feels any pain in her shoulders, nor in her arms outstretched arms or in her wrists wrapped with ropes, but only an exhilaration of pleasure.

Now the black man sees the moment for his deployment. Hurriedly he pushes a four-step ladder with a little platform on top in front of the cross, forcing the muscle man to the side. Then he quickly climbs up, grabs Sadie's thighs and directs her pussy in right position. Already he drives with the shiny glans of his thick monster tail over her bare shame, not without leaving a thin slime mark there.


Precum ?! ... Sure!” Sadie realizes it, when she admires in the exhilaration of a beginning sex intoxication the black monster hammer. “Wow, it's thick and long”, she is fascinated. Immediately it tingles more violently in her pussy. “Liam can't keep up with that in the slightest”, she thinks by herself: “In our now six-year marriage, he has never shown much ingenuity when it comes to sex. Moreover, he usually ejaculated much too early. That's why my longed orgasm has failed in most cases. Although I am also rather conservative in the matter of sex, I therefore have occasionally realized the climax, which I had been denied, in the state of my unsatisfied lust, through the wildest sex scenarios, which I actually rejected. These have regularly been the ones that were forbidden during my conservative upbringing, but which have regularly fired my intoxication to such an extent, that my self-gratification actions have been regularly rewarded with an exorbitant orgasm in the end”.

Involuntarily, she thinks about the old days: “Sex with a black! This is disgusting, her strictly believing parents have preached again and again, when she has fallen in love with her black school friend Josh as a teenager. They have forbidden her to have contact with him at that time. That's why the imagination of interracial orgies, Black Gang bang or be raped by a black man, has become the driving force behind her recurring dreams and fantasies, which have often led her to intense, satisfying orgasms. ... And suddenly it's real!”

This very idea, which has become reality, catapults Sadie's sexual arousal into immeasurable heights and electrifies every single fibre of her body. When the black man then pushes her labia apart with the glans of his giant hammer and penetrates between them into her pleasure grotto, she is done for. Immediately her body straightens and with a loud sigh of pleasure she throws her head backwards.

Now, the Black's grip on Sadie's hips tightens! He starts to move her body according to the rhythm of his arousal. She's with him, raises her head forward again, looks in his face, recognizes the unbridled greed in his eyes, sees his determined look. She, too, is determined, ... wants him, ... wants him now, ... gets more and more impatient! Her gasps get louder, her breathing faster and faster. She squirms in her bonds, while her breasts continuously bounces up and down blithely! ... Finally, he penetrates her so deeply that the glans of his 'monster hammer' hits her uterus. A brutal, rough push! Sadie moans ... not only in pain, but also in unbridled lust! Again and again he rams his cock deep into Sadie's vagina, penetrates her more and more brutally. But in this way, he fucks her and himself into a frenzy of never-ending ecstasy.

The muscle man is eager to share in this sensational intoxication before his sexual arousal fizzles out, and he has to leave the stage unsatisfied. In doing, so he proves impressively that necessity is the mother of invention. Without disturbing or even interrupting Sadie and the black man in the slightest in their act, he climbs the cross from behind and swings himself on the crossbeam. With his legs above it, he quickly positions himself so that his penis is directly in front of Sadie's face and grabs the top of the crossbeam with his left hand to hold on to it. With his right hand he leads his limb into Sadie's open, gasping mouth. She accepts him willingly, not wanting to be distracted by anything in her quest for the desired orgasm. She greedily sucks on his penis and stimulates his glans with the tip of her tongue to the extreme. Faster and faster, with increasing intensity, the muscle man pushes her head forward again and again to intensify the massage of his best piece, until finally he can no longer hold out and shoots his semen into her mouth cavity.

When he pulls back his slowly flaccid penis out of her mouth, the smacking noises, previously heard out of Sadie's mouth, stopped abruptly. From now on the audience can hear an increasingly short-winded moaning from her mouth, announcing her imminent orgasm. Little later, Sadie and the black guy climaxes almost together. Sexually highly aroused, both enjoy their exorbitant orgasms, into which they have driven each other.

The magic of the spectacle on stage has also been transferred to the guests in the hall. They are extremely sexual aroused. No one is more able any longer, to sit quietly in his seat, so that in the auditorium, there is big movement to observe. Many of the male guests already a hard penis protrudes from their trousers. Their 'guns' demand to be shot down.


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It is therefore welcome that Number 16, tied naked to a rack, is pushed into the hall now bathed in dimmed light again. The tubular frame resembles a cross and is mounted on a rolling platform. Her position is the same as Sadie's on stage. There is no need for further information, let alone an invitation. The first male guest has already jumped on the podium and has positioned his 'gun' in front of the unfortunate woman's pussy. He can barely restrain himself. His pushes are getting faster, more violent and always more uncontrolled. Then it is so far! He injects his semen into number16's vagina. As he withdraws his gradually slackening penis from her pleasure grotto, his sperm crawls viciously down her labia and drips from there down to the pedestal.

And it continues blow-by-blow!

After the pedestal with the number 16 has been pushed through all rows of tables for almost an hour, her nipples glowed dark red. The tugging, squeezing or twirling of brutal, greedy fingers has left clear marks on them. In the lower part of her body her wide-open, intensively used and sore vagina as well as the extremely stressed labia make a red glowing highlight. Also, the rest of her body testifies to intensive use. It's stained with semen from face to thighs.

Now Svetlana comes back on the scene and announces the auction of the number 16. “You have experienced her and for the most part also tested her!”, she asks the men to lively participation, what, however, is not necessary. Within a very short time, the biddings reach $100,000. Finally, Sheikh Abdullah receives the surcharge with a bid of $150,000. In relevant circles he is known for his cruelty. He always desperately needs new “torture meat”.

Barb is very impressed by what has been offered so far. She has already had two fulminant orgasms and the level of her sexual arousal is still high. It is in her nature to give herself completely to her inclinations and feelings even when she is doing official duties. This often tempts her to switch off her common sense and to act quite carelessly and risky. But this regularly leads them and the police, who repeatedly use their services, on the trail of the perpetrators.

With the performance of number 16, the show has temporarily shifted from the stage into the auditorium and it has become quiet around Sadie. She weighs, in exhilaration of the orgasm just experienced, her sweaty body with such an erotic charisma on the cross, that would cast a spell over every person in the audience, who would have a look at her. But at this time they are so busy with themselves and number 16 that they completely miss this beguiling spectacle.

Not so Barb on her laptop screen. She is fascinated by Sadie's highly erotic dance on the cross, which slowly transforms into a dance of suffering with increasing duration and the decay of her desire. She watches Sadie's body language slowly change again. The erotic sensual facial expression has suddenly disappeared, a pain-distorted grimace in its place. Her movements on the cross now again seems extremely tormented by the pain, that has returned in her shoulders, arms, wrists and into her consciousness.

But it should come even worse for her! After the hall has been darkened again, calm finally returns to the ranks of the audience. The stage spectacle can be continued.

In the centre of the glaring light of the spotlight is now again the cross on which Sadie hangs with her arms spread wide open and her crotch wide open. Now the three masked, older gentlemen appear on the scene, who have been in the back of the stage all the time. They carry a small table onto the stage, on which numerous objects are lying, and place it next to the cross. They are evidently instruments of torture. When Sadie looks at them, their eyes widen in horror. She implores and cries. Big tears roll down her cheeks, followed by a pained “No, no! Please do not!” In parallel, she shakes her head wildly back and forth in panic.

This obviously animates one of the three men, to warm her up a little, before the show starts again. He has already lit a candle, whose flame he draws over Sadie's naked skin with obvious pleasure. The fat wimp's first target are her breasts. With a sadistic grin, he holds the flame under her left breast as long as until Sadie screams in pain. Thick tears from her eyes run across her cheek and cloud her vision. Nevertheless, she can see that her breasts are badly reddened and the underside of her left breast, judging by the pain, has a burned area.


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The flame is already moving further ... over her belly button ... and further down. Sadie has a bad feeling. “He can't! ...”, she still thinks, when her terrible premonition is already confirmed. The flame has now reached her pubic area, the obvious target of her tormentor, since he brings the candle very close to her pubic hair. Sadie feels the agreeable warms of the flame, which some seconds later mutates into unbearable heat. Already she hears it crackle softly, perceives the smell of burnt hair, feels the pain of burning, wants to shout out her fears and agonies, when abruptly it's over.

The headlight swings to the right, away from the cross into the corner, where next to the stage is still the massive wooden chair with the bound to him Liam. Scared, his gaze follows the hooded figure, who now steps behind him and removes his gag. Immediately, Liam asks to release him and his cross-tied wife. For this insolence, he gets directly hit hard in the face. After that, he masked man demands him to name the reason for their participation in the show.

"To have fun and experience something fancy," Liam howls.

“Wrong answer!”, the masked man roars. A quick right-hand hits Liam so hard on the chin that his head is thrown back sideways and bloody saliva flies from his mouth, followed by the command to the three masked on stage: “Show him what it means to lie to us!”

They start immediately. As soon as the spotlight is pointed at the cross again, two of the masked three men are seen in the spotlight, as they let snap the jagged clamps of the nipple stretchers on Sadie's nipples. In rapid succession, she screams out several shrill cries of pain. Meanwhile, the two masked individuals position the base of the nipple stretching devices just above her areolas, pressing them firmly on her breasts and stretching her nipples by tightening the set screws in the perfidious torture instruments. In the end Sadie's nipples protrude extremely long and very far into the nipple stretching devices. Their bases press themselves firmly into the soft tissue of her breasts and therefore only tilt slightly downwards. A great sight!

The headlight swings back to Liam. Then again the question: “Call me the real reason for your participation in this show? Perhaps an investigation for Denver-Police-Chief Bill Muller? ... Did you meet him?”


No!”, Liam denies again, fearing the truth could mean Sadie's and his end. Again he catches a right punch. But this time the blow is so violent, that it outlines him along with the chair.

And again two of the masked guys tamper with Sadie in the spotlight on stage. Now it is her labia which will be decorated with heavy Clamps, on which heavy weights dangle. A sight the audience does not want to let go of. It's simply wonderful to watch Sadie's wide open crotch with two long flesh cloths swinging leisurely back and forth.

But that's not enough! Now the three old, masked wimps have gathered around the cross with their whips, and begin to brutally whipping Sadie's defenceless, crucified body according to all rules of all art. The first man tries to put some colour on Sadie's pale tits; again and again the thongs of his 'cat o' nine tails' whip clap on her breasts and her nipples elongated by the nipple stretching devices and leave countless red-blue welts on them. The second one is after her step. His precisely guided lashes hit each time on her vulva, which shines after a short time deep red. He enjoys watching how the weights on her labia jump wildly after each stroke and tear them apart. The third one specializes in tinting red Sadie's front and back with his bull-whip. This bizarre spectacle is accompanied acoustically by her heartbreaking cries at first, which, with the disappearance of her powers, first turn into a loud groan and later can only be heard as a soft, powerless groaning. When she hangs unconscious on the cross after about an hour, her body is covered with red, mostly bleeding welts.

A bucket of water brings her back to consciousness. But now she hangs quietly moaning, almost motionless on the cross; offers a miserable, almost pathetic sight.

The show is over!

The curtain of the 'High Risk Show' has long since fallen. But still, the audience in the hall and Barb on the screen of her laptop can hear Sadie's agonized groan behind the curtain. In addition, there are suddenly other, all known sounds. These are the sounds of hammer blows that occur when nails are hammered into wood.

“What's that?” ... Several guests, who are about to leave the auditorium to go to the waiting cars, which take them home, remain more or less confused and look questioning. They wait! ... Eavesdropping eagerly! Weren't those three times four hammer blows at short intervals? ... And now, further four blows, shortly after another! They hesitate, wait a little moment to see if something else might follow, but apart from a grinding noise that quickly becomes quieter, nothing more can be heard. That why they continue their way...

Before they are blindfolded for the drive home, they see a large, nailed wooden box being loaded on to a Pick-Up. The Arab sheikh who oversees the action, orders, “Take the box to the airport and load it in my private jet, but be careful, even if the cargo is well tied and secured!” After these words, the Pick-Up drives away.

Of course, Barb, who is sitting in front of the screen of her laptop, also wonders what significance the hammer blows could have. An answer to that, however, does not open up to her. The broadcast finishes with the slowly weakening grinding noise. That could not have been better staged from her point of view. The open ending allows her to speculate, to turn on her head-cinema, and to develop the events around the two unfortunate women to her liking. For that she has enough time later in bed before falling asleep.

"Wow! ... What a great show!" From Barb's point of view, it couldn't have been staged better. The show sent her into a frenzy of lust and excessive sexual desire and gave her two cathartic orgasms! How she would have loved to take part in it herself and run the risk of being chosen by lot as a victim. Just the thought of it electrifies every single fiber of her body. And: If the opportunity arises, she wants to fulfill without any ifs and buts each of the necessary conditions for participating in this show. She also liked the open nature of the show very much, because there is a lot of room for speculation, allows her to turn on the head cinema and further develop the events around the two unhappy women.



... to be continued.
 
Chapter 8

The following morning Barb enters Bill Muller's office at 9 o'clock sharp. There she is already expected by him and two other gentlemen in plain clothes. The older man is about 60 years old, of stocky figure, and makes a friendly sympathetic impression on Barb. Bill introduces him as Joe Mendez, his friend and old buddy from their training years. The second, a man in his late thirties, tall, handsome, is not very like able for her from the first moment. She does not know why it is. “Is it his eyes where she can not find sincerity, or is it his macho posturing? And anyway! Why is that stupid idiot grinning at me all the time, as if we knew each other?”, she wonders without finding an answer for it now.

Bill tears her from her thoughts when he says: “May I introduce Boris Fisher, son of an American and a female Russian immigrant. He works for the Vice Squad department.”


Pleased to meet you, I'm Barbara Moore!”, she answers politely, walks up to the gentlemen and shakes hands with them both as a greeting.

Well, Barb”, Bill continues mischievously, “Boris will take you to all the relevant places in town and answer all your questions.”

Not quite, Chief!”, Boris counters glibly. “If that were true, Miss Moore wouldn't be here now!”

Everybody is laughing.


Joe will support you, where his help seems useful and necessary”, Bill adds, “and now get to work!”

As Barb and Boris leave Bill's office, she recognizes that nasty, confident grin on his face again. “Does that arrogant prick think he can get me laid tonight or what else is going on in his mind?” she thinks in outrage.

The next day Bill asks Barb to come to his office; alone! He has just opened a letter addressed to him. He presents Barb the message included, as well as the attached photo. Barb reads out the message that says, “Next time your snitches won't get off alive!” She immediately recognizes the persons depicted in the photo, a woman and a man. They lie naked in an apartment. The torture traces are clearly visible on their bodies. Barb just wants to ask for her identity and tell Bill, that the two have been the protagonists on the show, she was tracking in the Dark-Net yesterday evening, but Bill comes before her.


The two in the picture are the detective couple Sadie and Liam Crawford. They, too, were like you, formerly in the police service, but run a detective agency since their marriage and have already done some tasks to be performed outside the authority successfully for me. Even before your involvement, dear Barb, I asked them to investigate in the SM-Scene for the disappearance of the last three women, since I suspect that there is a leak in our ranks. I simply cannot explain, why their investigative work was noticed. We only met once privately in a café and nobody but the three of us knew about her mandate. I let you come to me to inform you about this and because I believe that this case can be extremely dangerous for you too”.

Thanks, Bill!”, replies Barb, who suddenly seems very thoughtful and concentrated. “Your suspicion that an informant is in the ranks of the police, I consider the current state of knowledge to be very likely, the unmasking of the detective couple, however, rather for an unfortunate coincidence. Perhaps a member of the SM-scene has fortuitously watched the meeting in the café and pass on this information.”

With the present knowledge Barb thinks it would be better not to point out to Bill, that she has seen Sadie and Liam as victims on the stage of the ''High-Risk-Show'' that she has followed in Dark-Net two days earlier. For one thing, she does not want to risk that Bill prohibits her from official attending such an event due to the high risk. On the other hand, she doesn't want to worry him unnecessarily, since she feels safe because they are still alive. This circumstance even strengthens her decision to take part in the next show with Boris, to arrive at new investigative approaches. As she leaves Bill's office, he reminds her to be careful. She promises him to think of his admonitory words in all her activities. But Bill doesn't want to leave it at that. He can't rule out the possibility that Barb is in danger. In this case, his office deals with perpetrators who are determined to do everything in order not to be caught. That's why he calls Joe Mendez back into his office. In private, he urges him to unobtrusively monitor with his team Barb's every move, to keep an eye on her, especially outside of office hours and to protect her around the clock.

Does he therefore withhold important information and leads her to places that obviously have no connection to the case at hand? Is Boris trying to play her for a fool? Or why else she thinks, to be on the Catwalk since four days, when she follows him through the city? She then gets the impression of being always stared at by strangers, as if she were a pop star standing on stage the next day. It can not go on like that, Barb is sure!

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However, she is no longer so sure whether Boris is interested in a successful investigation or whether he is trying to prevent one. But much more important is whether she can trust him! To find out, she has to go one step further and put her personal safety in his hands. She knows very well, that she delivers herself to him by doing so. Nevertheless, she wants to risk it and already has a plan in this regard.

Back in the office, she suggests Boris to look for possible traces in the Dark-Net. He reacts to her suggestion with feigned surprise and pretends that he has no previous experience with Dark-Net. “No manners and no acting talent!”, Barb thinks and turns on her laptop. Boris uses the common research in Dark-Net first primarily to press his body again and again against that of Barb. The whole time he stands close behind her; he leans over her, then again his head appears beside her, or she feels his hot breath on her neck. Although this makes her uncomfortable, she avoids putting Boris in his place.

When a little later, as if by chance, they get to the page Barb had called up five days earlier, she notices Boris' body twitches behind her, tense up. “Gotcha!”, she thinks, “you know this site, since I didn't feel any reaction from you, when we opened the pages before.”


Look, that could be something!”, she says to Boris without taking her eyes off the screen.

Do you think so?”, he replies seemingly uninterested.

Yes, look! ... the hint here! Doesn't it point to an address in the Denver area?”

Do you think so?”, he replies seemingly uninterested.

Yes, look! ... the hint here! Doesn't it point to an address in the Denver area?”

Where? ... What hint? ... I can't see one!“, Boris lies more than bad.

Barb gets in his game, reacts coolly and, above all, does not show that she has seen through his game long ago.


Yes, there!” ... She moves the cursor to the barely visible clue and looks at Boris expectantly. Thereby her finger twitches on the mouse purely by chance. When the page jumps to the selection menu after what Boris sees as an unintentional click, his facial expression shows that he undoubtedly knows this page. Barb senses that the situation is very uncomfortable for him at the moment, but she doesn't even give him the chance to think about it, instead makes the requested Bitcoin payment for entering the site. Then another ''click'' and ...

We're in!”, she feigns enthusiasm.

And now?”, asks Boris, playing the stupid one.

Barb points to the menu item ''Club events'', looks at Boris and says: “We absolutely have to go there! Without the participation in such an event, we will certainly not get anywhere!” With this statement she seems to have finally aroused his interest.


Click on it!” He asks her, almost commanding. She obeys and presses the mouse button. A new page opens immediately, offering the next “High-Risk-Show” in two months. “It's taking too long and won't help us”, Barb is disappointed. “We need an event that will take place in the next few days!”

Let me get it!”, Boris is not letting up now. He pushes Barb aside and takes sit in front of her laptop. She lets him do it, doesn't want to slow him down.

Boris stares the screen, seems to be thinking! Then he asks, as casually, for a glass of water. When Barb gets it for him, he quickly enters the number combination '666' on the keyboard. This opens a page that is only intended for insiders. Barb noticed, but she doesn't let on.


Did you find anything?”, she shouts from the other end of the office.

Yes, but you certainly don't want to go there”, Boris answers with a challenging undertone in his voice and a nasty macho grin on his face. “It's a special event for couples in whose relationship he is dominant, she the submissive part! The event will take place tomorrow evening already. Unlike the 'High-Risk-Show', here all ladies take part. In this show they slip into the role of female slaves, who have to follow the orders of their masters on stage, submit to them and obey them. Who refuses, shows disobedience or disregards their orders will be physically chastised. At gross violations, the punishment imposed may extend far beyond the duration of the show and, in extreme cases, may enshrine the slave status of those concerned.”

Barb swallows, “And... What does that mean?”

Boris points to the Internet site. “Read it yourself! The rules for the participants are very strict. You don't have to do this! It could get precarious for you. We might be able to make progress with our investigations even without participating in this event”, he mimes the worried man.


Yes, yes! Play only the worried, you idiot! Do you think I'd take that off your hands? Like you had my welfare at heart. Since you can't get me into your bed, you would really like to see me naked, as your female slave, in front of you. To achieve that, any mean is fine for you”, Barb thinks to herself.“Your hidden accusation that my refusal to participate in the show is likely to lead to the failure of our investigation is very well-received. Are you trying to provoke me to a 'Now more than ever!', that I'll agree to participate? I have no problem to slip into the role of a slave for an evening for official reasons. If you think that, you're completely wrong.”

Inwardly agitated and a little annoyed with Boris, Barb sits down in front of her laptop and sets about reading too loudly the offer addressed to couples with certain preferences: “You want a proof of love from your female partner; she wants to undergo a test of obedience and hardness to show you her love! Then you must attend this event! Registration possible until the day before. With the registration the lady slips into the role of a slave who is ready for anything, loses her freedom and remains under the control of the community until the end of the event. On the day of the event, the outfit she has to wear during the show, will be delivered to the address indicated in the registration form one hour before she has to leave at around 5 pm. From 6 p.m. on, she must be ready to be picked up fully clothed, i.e. wear all the items delivered on her body. Violation of the dress code will result in severe punishment.“


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At this point, Barb interrupts the reading of the text and looks at Boris questioningly: “What do they mean by 'fully dressed' and 'violations of the dress code'?” He allegedly has no answer and means: “That does not seem to me so important and will certainly clear up in the near future.”

If you think so!” Barb shrugs and continues to read. “Other violations of the strict laws of the SM community may result in penalties beyond the duration of the event, depending on the severity of the violation. They either manifest the status of the sinner as a female slave or lead to her execution in the circle of interested members. In these extreme cases of punishment, the offender immediately becomes the property of the community, which decides freely on her further use or the method of her execution.”

The following are instructions and hints on discretion, security, collection and payment.

After Barb has read everything attentively, she leans back in her chair. Her first, spontaneous thought is to participate in the event. The charm of the uncertain and the lust for submission formally demand it. And her gut feeling tells her moreover that this is the only way to get ahead in her investigation. On the other hand, she knows that participation could be dangerous for her and that she has promised Bill, to be careful.

Again and again she weighs the “pros and cons” of participation against each other in her thoughts, but without reaching a conclusive result. Since helps her a slowly emerging, pleasant tingling in her pussy in the struggle for the right decision on. Suddenly, the idea of slipping into the role of the slave to be humiliated and punished gains a positive presence. That is exactly what her submissive, pain-horny nature demands again and again. And the longer this thought is buzzing around in her head, the more intense the feelings in her body become; tendency strongly increasing! All of a sudden, previously cherished concerns are swept away as the desire predominates.


What now? Come on, tell me! What did you decide?”, Boris urges an answer.

Barb swallows, pretends to ponder, looks Boris in the eyes, studying them! As in an open book, she can read about what decision he expects her to make and, moreover, that he doesn't give a damn about her safety or well-being. At least she knows that she is on her own when it comes to what she plans to do. Nevertheless, she wants to stick to her decision to venture into the lion's den to finally push her investigation. “If you do not dare, you will not win!”, she encourages herself.


I”, she starts, but is immediately interrupted by Boris, who does not want to hear anything but a positive answer. “You will do it, am I right?”, he interrupts Barb and immediately gives the answer himself.

Yes, I will do it”, confirms Barb. “We have a case to solve”, she continues, “and I have a partner by my side on whom I can rely on, right?”, she says meaningfully, looking deeply into Boris's eyes. He blushes slightly, swallows and hurries to avoid her gaze. “Touché! Caught!”, Barb has her inner march through and asks him: “Come on, register us quickly, before I change my mind again.”

Abashed and a little struggling for composure, the usually so self-confident macho returns to the laptop. “You won't show me off like that again”, Boris is angry. “You'll see what you get out of it, bitch!”, he thinks as he quickly transmits all the necessary data. Short time later, the registration is complete and the contented, sneaky shimmer has returned to his eyes; It is the moment when he thinks of the surprises that are yet to come Barb. “Whoever laughs last laughs best!”, he rejoices devilishly.

... to be continued.
 
Chapter 9

When Barb walks through her office door the next morning, Boris is already waiting for her. The brief moment of weakness yesterday, seems forgotten. He leans against Barb's desk with a dash of arrogance, in a good mood and with his usual self-confidence. He gazes unabashedly at the place of her tight jumper, under which her tits with nipples full of tension are clearly visible.


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I want to see that tonight!”, he laughs provocatively.

Of course!”, Barb replies casually, provocatively grasps with both hands under her bra and raises her breasts demonstratively: “Something like that, I suppose ... and preferably uncovered!”

Exactly like that, my dear!”, laughs Boris and turns to the door. Before finally leaving the office, he turns back to Barb once again. With a now stern look and the command tone of a dominant master, he orders her: “Go to your hotel suite immediately after work, slave! Put on your robe for the evening and be ready for transport from 6 p. m. with the room door unlocked. Do not dare to inform Bill Muller about our evening plans. Don't talk to anyone else about it and don't try to deceive the organizers or me in any way, otherwise you will be severely punished. Don't forget that.” After these serious, unmistakable words he disappears.

Barb remains alone and whether this scene totally flabbergasted remains in her office. “What was that all about?” She did not expect such an announcement. “Pretty brazen! The stupid, impudent fellow must be quite sure of me!” This thought alone annoys her immensely. “Did he see through her? Does he know about her submissive inclination and does he feel her desire to be dominated and tortured or is he playing with her to find out how far she is willing to go?”

In the end, she doesn't care. She knows she'll play along. Not out of fear of him and his words, but because she wants to. She wants, no, she must experience it again, this feeling of boundless submission, experiencing it at her own body, feeling it, giving herself completely to it. A year after the events in the “Bronx Cross Murder NYC” she is more than willing to; Her body literally in longing for this. Detective Goldman, her former partner in the police service, could never serve this need. His relationship with her was too fatherly. But now, just on her investigative mission in Denver, her sexual desire for humiliation, lust and pain seems to be once again being served. Just the thought of it puts her into noticeable sexual arousal.

She leans back into her desk chair, moaning quietly. Wants to capture the pleasant sensation, increase it. Her knee-length skirt wanders, as if by magic, higher and higher up to the crotch. She throws her head back down to her neck, her mouth is wide open, her moaning gets louder. Her fingers have long since pushed her panties aside and found their way into the already damp pleasure grotto. Carefully they grope their way in deep inside, like speleologists exploring a grotto unknown to them. Now and then a gurgling or smacking sound is heard, since inside it becomes more and more humid.

The bustle in the pleasure grotto is increasing. Barb's nimble fingers work the clitoris ever more intense, faster and more violent. Her body follows the rhythm of her fingers, her pelvis circles in unison with them. “Aaaaaaaaahhhh!”, moans Barb in pleasure, because of this steadily increasing feeling of bliss! More and more it puts Barb's body in ecstasy until it is unstoppable and culminates in a final emotional explosion.

After his fierce announcement, Boris has been waiting for quite some time behind the office door for a reaction from Barb. When he hears her loud moan, he opens the door very softly and witnesses her exorbitant orgasm. “That's exactly what I imagined”, he smiles satisfied, closing the door. Barb did not notice him. Too much she is busy with herself.

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Minutes pass, working hours are nearing their end, while Barb enjoys her slowly fading orgasm. Knocking on her office door suddenly pulls her out of her erotic dreams. Startled by this, she quickly pulls her skirt and blouse to some extent and sits upright again in her office chair.

At that moment the door opens. It's Bill sticking his head through the crack of the door. “ I wanted to stop by again quickly to wish you a pleasant evening”, he says friendly. He immediately realizes that this was not a good idea. In front of him sits a restless Barb, sliding restlessly around in her armchair, her face shining with sweat and her hair all dishevelled. She gives the impression that she has just been caught doing something forbidden. As he has just met a grinning Boris in the corridor, he suddenly thinks: “They're not going to...!” However, he thinks it is better not to ask and says goodbye politely. The situation is embarrassing enough as it is.

Barb is glad that Bill has withdrawn without comment, since he has found her in an extremely embarrassing situation. She feels like a caught schoolgirl and did not make a sound. Actually, she intended to inform Bill about her evening rendezvous, but did not feel able to do so in the past situation. This is mainly due to Boris' resolute announcement. This one has probably impressed her more than she first has thought. She is aware that she puts herself in great danger by her omission. Therefore, she justifies her omission with the fact that Boris is at her side in the evening. And haven't her solo efforts, however risky, always led to success?

With a sigh of displeasure Barb lets herself fall far back into her desk chair. Her arms hang limply down to the right and left of the armrests. Stunned by countless, confused thoughts and self-doubts that have forced their way into her consciousness since Bill's appearance, she suddenly feels totally miserable, unable to get up. Suddenly she doubts her judgment, is no longer sure of her common sense. She repines her decision to participate in the show. No normal thinking woman would voluntarily put herself in the role of a will-less slave, especially when it is a blind date in an unknown place with an unpredictable outcome. What was wrong with her mind, when she gave in to Boris' provocative urges, despite her inner alarm bells ringing loudly. Like a country bumpkin, she let him provoke her, wanted to meet his male arrogance with flaunted nonchalance and coolness, to demonstrate strength and superiority. But not only that! In addition, an emerging feeling of sexual arousal has contributed to this decision, which could not have been more stupid. She now needs some time to regroup and get her thoughts, to be up to the task at hand.

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Simultaneously, the phone rings in Tatiana's house. Since she does not want to be disturbed at the moment, she does not react to it at first. At the moment she has more important things to do than answer the phone. She is packing her bags and almost finished. A few hours earlier, Tree called her and informed her that nothing more formally stood in the way of her plans. He had received the verdict, reviewed it and found it to be legal. He would be expecting her and the two delinquents at the Tree estate in the next few days.

But when the ringing continues, she hurries to the phone and picks up the receiver. At the other end of the line Dimitri reports and greets his female cousin. Before he can continue, she happily tells him about Tree's call. He has just told her that they can execute the judgments against Rachel and Sophie on the Tree estate.


That's great, dear cousin!”, he replies. “Before that, however, I have another job for you. I saw on our Darknet page that Detective Fisher has signed Miss Moore up for the slave event tonight. But I have completely different plans for her!”, he reports in a good mood.

After a short break, he asks Tatiana, “Get into my Penthouse Suite at the City Hotel as soon as possible and prepare everything for Miss Moore's return to her suite at the surveillance centre. I want you to record every single of her activities from now on. Who knows what it's good for. The material can certainly be successfully marketed financially successful. She is not just any run-up bitch, but ''The most wanted person'' in our scene. Therefore, I am quite sure that some of our wealthy clients will pay a fortune to see her suffer or even be able to determine the agony to be inflicted on her themselves. That's why I've scheduled a streaming event tomorrow night in our studio near the abandoned village of ''Last Chance''. To this I will invite 5 of our best customers as active participants following our telephone call. The invitation for the passively participating users I will put on our page in the Dark-Net. I ...”


Dimitri, please! Let me moderate the event and carry out the tortures chosen by the active participating users!”, Tatiana interrupts him.

Slow, slow, dear cousin! First, it will be up to you to take our attraction from the hotel to our outlying estate. Sergei will help you with this. He will control the prepared van, which is ready for transport in the hotel's underground car park. As you know, you have to be careful because the chief of police has Miss Moore under surveillance around the clock to protect her. If Miss Moore stays at the hotel, at least two teams are close by for her protection, I was told. So open your eyes! Of course, once you have completed this part of your task, you may continue to prepare and moderate this unique event.”

However”, Dimitri limits, “I see a torture specialist at your side doing the torture.”

Why that, Dimitri? You know, I'm one of the best”, contradicts Tatiana, who wants to use this special event for herself, especially to give the pseudonym of the masked dominatrix Svetlana cult status in the scene. “You know that I am good and able to carry out the acts of torture skilfully and brutally.”

I know, dear cousin! But this is all about the show and business! I'm sure that the users, I have designated to actively participate in this special streaming event, will wish Miss Moore a subtle, extremely painful torture for the hardship she has caused our scene. For this, Malus is exactly the right one. He shall execute her torture wishes, for which they pay a lot of money. As you know yourself, there is no one in our scene who works more effectively than him. His victims are those in our shows, who are facing the longest and most intense torture until their end. Therefore, I would like you to hire Malus. He has no other obligations tomorrow and will certainly want to participate in this unique streaming show.”

Malus, the sadist”, as he is called, is considered the best torturer of the Denver SM scene, to them undoubtedly also Tatiana aka Dominatrix Svetlana belongs. He is an aesthete of his trade. His acts of torture regularly don't aim at brutally treating and destroying his victim's body immediately. No, his approach is much more subtle. Through that, he succeeds every time in creating a bizarre spectacle that captivates every spectator. He will not only witness the physical agony of the victim, but also on its immense, mental pain, which not seldom culminates quickly into fear of death.

Tatiana does not agree at all with Dimitri's decision, but considers it advisable to hide her displeasure, so as not to annoy him and risk that he excludes her completely from the organization of the event. “You're right”, she shows herself to be pretending to be reasonable. “I will arrange everything as desired. See you soon”, she ends the phone call and hangs up.

But she has other plans of her own. This time she does not want to let Dimitri take the butter from her bread. After all, it was she who made it possible for him to build up his current business empire and his reputation as a charitable patron in the first place! She brought him to her side as her right-hand man to manage her sex clubs. He has done this very prudently and skilfully, acting in the background. In this way, he turned her small business into a gigantic sex industry within a few years, without his name ever being associated with it. This is how he could establish himself as a successful real estate agent and become what he is today. She, on the other hand, eventually became his puppet and, as masked dominatrix Svetlana, became the figurehead for his illegal activities in Dark-Net.

That's over now! Only once, she wants to do something for herself, especially her image. With her appearance in tomorrow's streaming show she wants to make herself immortal as masked dominatrix Svetlana in the scene. She is an excellent torture specialist, the best in the scene and just as good as “Males the Sadist”, she knows and rants, “Therefore I don't need him, OK? But if you want a really excellent show, dear Dimitri, then you should get it!”, she thinks while picking up the phone.

A few minutes later she reaches an agreement with the manager and hired Malus, as Dimitri instructed her to do. She smiles. However, he has not explicitly mentioned that she should engage Malus, the sadist. Therefore, she hired ''Malus, the moronic''. He is exactly the opposite of Malus, the sadist; a giant colossus with an ugly face. His large-pored, almost wooden-looking skin is studded with beard stubbles and one thick devil's hair protrudes from his left eyebrow as long as the little finger of a small hand. But that's not all! This does not explain, in particular, how he came to his name, “Malus, the moronic”, under which he appears in cheap Sex-Clubs, based on his in the SM scene well-known namesake. Malus is not the brightest or in other words, dumber than the police allows. He barely understands anything, and if someone prompts him to do something, he only does it, after being prompted for a dozen times; hence the term “Malus, the moronic” or “Malus, the superfluous”, as he also is often announced. He is even too stupid to fuck. If he is asked to do it in a show, he understands what he should do, but he acts so clumsy and awkward that he usually fails. That's how he has become the always welcome laughingstock in sex shows that are not to be taken seriously.

to be continued.
 
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