windar
Teller of Tales
Chapter 20- The Day After
The cool water of Noba’s swimming pool felt fantastic. Priya’s body still ached all over from the abuse she had suffered, but she could feel herself beginning to heal. “So, you have to tell me, why did you rip up the paper I signed and let me go, Noba?”
“I had no choice. My superiors in the Ministry of Justice value their relationship with your Department back home. If you disappeared, your boss would be calling the people in Pranda and they would have ordered me to release you. You see, you give us cover when the human rights groups complain about us caning prisoners. We just say you guys do it too.”
“Anyway,” Noba continued, “You have served your purpose. You have validated our new business venture.”
“Business venture?” Priya asked.
“Yes. You see you are not the only woman who might be tempted to test herself against extreme suffering. There are others out there. I have placed some discreet ads on some selected websites and we have already received quite a few inquiries. We will offer packages of several days up to a few weeks and, believe it or not, some women will pay quite handsomely to experience what you just did. And of course, they will star at my parties, as you did, and earn us even more.”
Priya was impressed at Noba’s business acumen. “And will you let them go at the end of their contracted time?”
“Of course. We will have to. If word gets around that we don’t honor our agreements, business will dry up.”
“So, given that you had no possibility to keep me, then that torture yesterday was all a game?”
“Well, the others had told you about their experience with electric shocks, so I felt you needed to experience that. I also had a really fantastic orgasm watching you suffer. I deserve some fun don’t I?”
“Well, it was no fun for me. It was awful. Not just the pain, which was horrible, but thinking I had signed away the next 2 years of my life. You are a real bitch, Noba.”
“Aren’t I, though,” Noba replied.
Priya was getting frightened, not sure that even though their contract had expired and Noba had explained the situation, that she wouldn’t find some way to keep her here or at least cause her some more agony. Nevertheless, she pressed on. “What will happen to Barb, Eula and Dorothy?”
“They will stay and complete their sentences as ordered by the courts. That is out of my hands. They are very useful in the new enterprise, since the Western customers will have a better experience if they share it with prisoners of the same culture and language. We may even have to recruit more such long-term prisoners. There are always foolish Western girls trooping through to see the ruins and it’s very easy to get in trouble in Trabbia.”
Priya felt sad about the fate of her comrades, but she didn’t see much she could do to help them. She reached for her laptop and typed a long email to Sanjay, telling him that she loved him and would be home in a few days. She knew that even if the whip scars faded through the effects of Dr. Fong’s cream, it was hard to imagine they wouldn’t be visible by the time she got home. She resolved that she would have a long talk with him and explain everything honestly. If he loved her enough to stay with her, knowing everything, their marriage would be stronger; if not, that would be his choice.
Priya also sent an email to Paul, her boss, telling him she had learned many interesting things about the Trabbian prison system and was looking forward to being back at work soon. She hoped that would protect her from any of Noba’s schemes.
“By the way, Priya, I have invited a guest for dinner and I believe I hear his car pulling up,” Noba said, interrupting Priya’s thoughts.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Priya replied. “I guess I should go get dressed.” In her room, she put on a plain T shirt and a skirt, nothing low cut that would show the wheals on her breasts. When she came down, she had a shock. Sitting on the sofa, having a drink with Noba, was Dr. Fong.
He stood and extended his hand. Not knowing what else to do, Priya took it. “How nice to meet you under somewhat different circumstances,” he said. “Please sit down.” He offered a place on the sofa next to him. Noba brought Priya a glass of white wine.
After a few pleasantries, Fong made his pitch, “You have seen how well my cream works, from personal experience.” Priya nodded. Fong might be a perverted old sadist, but his concoction worked better at wound healing than anything Priya had ever encountered in her medical career.
“We sell over $ 10 million a year here in Trabbia, but if we could get access to the US and Europe, we could sell 100 times that. Of course it’s good for healing scars from the whip and the cane, but the really big market is in healing burns and other injuries and the enormous jackpot, if we can do it, is anti-aging. I want to offer you a job, to be our US representative, to arrange clinical trials.”
Priya was listening carefully as he went on, “How much are you are earning at the prison?” Priya gave him a number that was only a slight exaggeration. He chuckled. “My company will pay you 3 times that. Plus stock options, of course. If things work out, we will do an IPO on the NASDAQ; your shares could be worth many millions. You can hire whatever staff you need. And think how it will help the patients.” Priya couldn’t believe they were discussing business like professional colleagues after he had bought her body for sex and flogged her breasts, but here they were.
He turned to Noba. “Of course, to enter the US market, we will need a large plantation to grow the herbs and berries that go into it.”
“That can be arranged, of course,” Noba replied. “I have a ready labor source, as you know.” She and Fong laughed uproariously.
“So, Priya, are you interested?” Fong asked turning back to her.
“It’s tempting and I will certainly think about it.”
“I will have a written offer in your email by the time you arrive home,” Fong said. “One additional thing you should keep in mind is that this job would bring you to Trabbia a few times a year for meetings.” He smiled.
Noba smiled. Priya smiled.
The cool water of Noba’s swimming pool felt fantastic. Priya’s body still ached all over from the abuse she had suffered, but she could feel herself beginning to heal. “So, you have to tell me, why did you rip up the paper I signed and let me go, Noba?”
“I had no choice. My superiors in the Ministry of Justice value their relationship with your Department back home. If you disappeared, your boss would be calling the people in Pranda and they would have ordered me to release you. You see, you give us cover when the human rights groups complain about us caning prisoners. We just say you guys do it too.”
“Anyway,” Noba continued, “You have served your purpose. You have validated our new business venture.”
“Business venture?” Priya asked.
“Yes. You see you are not the only woman who might be tempted to test herself against extreme suffering. There are others out there. I have placed some discreet ads on some selected websites and we have already received quite a few inquiries. We will offer packages of several days up to a few weeks and, believe it or not, some women will pay quite handsomely to experience what you just did. And of course, they will star at my parties, as you did, and earn us even more.”
Priya was impressed at Noba’s business acumen. “And will you let them go at the end of their contracted time?”
“Of course. We will have to. If word gets around that we don’t honor our agreements, business will dry up.”
“So, given that you had no possibility to keep me, then that torture yesterday was all a game?”
“Well, the others had told you about their experience with electric shocks, so I felt you needed to experience that. I also had a really fantastic orgasm watching you suffer. I deserve some fun don’t I?”
“Well, it was no fun for me. It was awful. Not just the pain, which was horrible, but thinking I had signed away the next 2 years of my life. You are a real bitch, Noba.”
“Aren’t I, though,” Noba replied.
Priya was getting frightened, not sure that even though their contract had expired and Noba had explained the situation, that she wouldn’t find some way to keep her here or at least cause her some more agony. Nevertheless, she pressed on. “What will happen to Barb, Eula and Dorothy?”
“They will stay and complete their sentences as ordered by the courts. That is out of my hands. They are very useful in the new enterprise, since the Western customers will have a better experience if they share it with prisoners of the same culture and language. We may even have to recruit more such long-term prisoners. There are always foolish Western girls trooping through to see the ruins and it’s very easy to get in trouble in Trabbia.”
Priya felt sad about the fate of her comrades, but she didn’t see much she could do to help them. She reached for her laptop and typed a long email to Sanjay, telling him that she loved him and would be home in a few days. She knew that even if the whip scars faded through the effects of Dr. Fong’s cream, it was hard to imagine they wouldn’t be visible by the time she got home. She resolved that she would have a long talk with him and explain everything honestly. If he loved her enough to stay with her, knowing everything, their marriage would be stronger; if not, that would be his choice.
Priya also sent an email to Paul, her boss, telling him she had learned many interesting things about the Trabbian prison system and was looking forward to being back at work soon. She hoped that would protect her from any of Noba’s schemes.
“By the way, Priya, I have invited a guest for dinner and I believe I hear his car pulling up,” Noba said, interrupting Priya’s thoughts.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Priya replied. “I guess I should go get dressed.” In her room, she put on a plain T shirt and a skirt, nothing low cut that would show the wheals on her breasts. When she came down, she had a shock. Sitting on the sofa, having a drink with Noba, was Dr. Fong.
He stood and extended his hand. Not knowing what else to do, Priya took it. “How nice to meet you under somewhat different circumstances,” he said. “Please sit down.” He offered a place on the sofa next to him. Noba brought Priya a glass of white wine.
After a few pleasantries, Fong made his pitch, “You have seen how well my cream works, from personal experience.” Priya nodded. Fong might be a perverted old sadist, but his concoction worked better at wound healing than anything Priya had ever encountered in her medical career.
“We sell over $ 10 million a year here in Trabbia, but if we could get access to the US and Europe, we could sell 100 times that. Of course it’s good for healing scars from the whip and the cane, but the really big market is in healing burns and other injuries and the enormous jackpot, if we can do it, is anti-aging. I want to offer you a job, to be our US representative, to arrange clinical trials.”
Priya was listening carefully as he went on, “How much are you are earning at the prison?” Priya gave him a number that was only a slight exaggeration. He chuckled. “My company will pay you 3 times that. Plus stock options, of course. If things work out, we will do an IPO on the NASDAQ; your shares could be worth many millions. You can hire whatever staff you need. And think how it will help the patients.” Priya couldn’t believe they were discussing business like professional colleagues after he had bought her body for sex and flogged her breasts, but here they were.
He turned to Noba. “Of course, to enter the US market, we will need a large plantation to grow the herbs and berries that go into it.”
“That can be arranged, of course,” Noba replied. “I have a ready labor source, as you know.” She and Fong laughed uproariously.
“So, Priya, are you interested?” Fong asked turning back to her.
“It’s tempting and I will certainly think about it.”
“I will have a written offer in your email by the time you arrive home,” Fong said. “One additional thing you should keep in mind is that this job would bring you to Trabbia a few times a year for meetings.” He smiled.
Noba smiled. Priya smiled.