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Hey all
I am sharing this story I have been doing with a roleplay partner, hoping it may be of interest to those at this forum.
To summarize: Two sisters are captured and sent off to a dark BDSM prison where women are trained, tortured and modified however their rich clientele desire. In this story the two captured girls are eventually subject to many piercings, breast enlargement and at the current stage of roleplay they are being broken in as ponygirls. I hope you enjoy the teaser! This is just a tiny crumb of the horrors that await them
FYI: There is A ALOT more of this story written(and being updated weekly), but since this is a roleplay it is a little unedited and more of a back and forth exchange. If you are interested in this story and would like to read its up to its current chapter please message me and I can share the entire script.
When they finally got home, Penny made straight for the fridge and poured herself a massive glass of wine.
"That was a total fucking disaster!!" she wailed one hand frantically brushing her curling black hair back from her face . "What... Jesus, Amy, you were meant to be on lookout for fuck's sake!!"
Her sister Amy had the grace to at least look a little embarrassed, but it was clear she had little idea how badly the pair had just fucked up.
Why would she? The younger sister had never understood what was so important about chastity and fidelity - with so many guys falling over themselves to admire her flawlessly Mediterranean looks, she'd grown up convinced that physical pleasure could be enjoyed ad hoc, and as long as nobody finds out, nobody will get hurt.
She even managed to convince Penny to take a risk for once. After all, it was Penny who knew James first, Penny who introduced him to Claire. But this... This was a disaster.
Penny knows she can't pretend to Claire that it was somehow 'just one of those things'. That excuse would never fly with Claire anyway. But having deliberately gone round while she knew she was away, having had her own sister stand watch in the car outside the flat, having been caught actively straddling James's lap so that her slinky dress was forced to rise almost to the top of her thighs...
Penny shook her head and refilled the wineglass.
"Fuck" she gasped, almost a sob "Amy... Oh fuck. Claire's never gonna talk to me again. Oh I feel awful! God. I just wanted to have him once she's always saying how perfect he is in bed and... Fuck."
"So? You didn't actually get to do anything" her sister pointed out "He'd barely got your tits out! I... I messaged over and over when I saw her car pull up, its not my fault you'd abandoned your stupid phone to start grinding on him."
Penny sighed bitterly and took another huge belt of wine. "Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter at all. Not to Claire."
And it doesn't. It never could.
To Claire, even looking at James, even idly fantasising about her husband is the sort of betrayal she could never forgive. Penny knew that. She didn't forget it. She just... Stopped caring. Thought too much about how good James would feel inside her, and not enough about how badly her friend could be hurt if she knew.
She was just never supposed to know. But now she does.
Penny shudders. Refill the glass.
Even she can't forgive herself for that. For putting her best and closest friend in the hideous position of ordering Penny off her husband like a dog scrambled onto the couch.
For making Claire drive Penny out of her flat, of sending her away while putting a brave face on the unforgivable betrayal. Both of them obliged to pretend Penny couldn't tell how hurt, how coldly fucking furious Claire was behind the brittle, polite smile. And both knowing that Claire's hurt was far, far too deep for any concealment.
And there was something else there, too. A look that Penny couldn't decipher even after the better part of twenty years constantly in Claire's company. Just before she closed the door - so carefully and calmly the knocker barely swung - there was that moment...
"What did she say?" Penny asked Amy, blinking as her younger sister grabbed the wine bottle and drained what little was left directly into her own mouth. "When she closed the door, what did she say?"
Amy shrugged. "She said go home. And she'd call you. I guess you're getting an earful in the morning. Better send round flowers and a bottle of prosecco or something."
Penny nodded, slowly. That's always her usual way to apologise to Claire when she hurts her feelings, just like Claire's usual method is to buy them both an expensively pamper day at whatever luxury spa she's most recently discovered. But this time...
"...no" Penny said. And now a flicker of hope was gnawing at the panic, numbed by the sudden deluge of supermarket chardonnay "No she... She actually did look... for a moment, I thought..."
Penny swallowed the last of the wine, trying to remember. Hope rising. Maybe she didn't fuck up so badly after all?
"She looked... Amy, did she look kind of... happy? Like she thought of something? You don't... You don't know her so well but it was like between the living room and the door she suddenly started smiling for real. What... What did she say exactly??"
Amy frowned, and nodded, laughing. "Maybe. Could you have been going to get a divorce lawyer, you think?"
That was it. Penny nodded. "Yes! Amy you genius!! Oh thank god. They must have been having problems already!! Oh thank god, that was it!! Right before she shut the door she smiled! And said we should go home because she had to call someone "
---
Claire did make a phone call, a few actually. She suddenly got very very busy.
First, she kicked James out of the apartment in a rage. The main reason she got rid of him was so she could have some very frank conversations on the phone with some business associates as well as pull out her heavily encrypted work laptop
Unbeknownst to most who knew her, Claire worked for a shadowy corporation that traded publicly under the name Crucio Corporation. Officially, they had investments in many different businesses - pharmaceuticals, medical equipment, genetics, as well as advanced implant technology. It’s true purpose was only know to the upper echelons of society.
In the dark and criminal BDSM underworld it was known by one name only - Cruciatu. Existing in one form or another for over 80 years the organization ran many illegal operations open to those with enough money and political sway. Their tendrils had expanded all over the world - helping to perfect interrogation and torture techniques in China to making political dissidents in Russia disappear forever while keeping them alive in a perpetual hell. If you needed a female to suffer and had connections; Cruciatu could provide.
Claire had seen terrible things done to women on the company's internal network - she had full access to the CCTV feeds and files across all the facilities. Things that would give most people traumatic nightmares forever.
But for Claire they had a different effect. Her heart would race, her breathing would quicken; she would feel a flutter in her chest and quim. She loved it. It was why she was so good at her job and worked so hard. She would often masturbate to the begging and squealing girls as they were tortured; the CCTV feeds at the prison were SO good and always had someone operating them like a live TV show or sports event- capturing every angle, every act, every humiliation in HD. There was a good reason for that - the torture videos were often shared live on the dark web, while other times the victims 'sponsor' had paid a little extra to be kept up to date with the torments.
A lot of money flowed in from specific clients requests but also from the sale of the remodelled pain and sex slaves the prison could churn out. Random females around the globe went missing everyday and were sent to the facility for training. Some were repurposed both mentally and physically and sold or loaned off, being able to leave the island albeit still a prisoner.
She knew before Penny and Amy had even left her apartment that she HAD to send them to the Cruicatu prison, forever. She was almost hyperventilating in lusty excitement as she typed on the keyboard and started preparing the 'package' for them. Unfortunately for them, one of the first things she selected when building her order was 'No Sale' and 'No Snuff'. They would be kept very alive at the Cruciatu Prime until the end of their days
She could specify all the details later. She started entering the mandatory details when opening a request like this; name, address, desired shipping date. She entered all of this with a few extra details and set a shipping date of ASAP and hit submit.
On the other end of the line, the collection team supervisor was still waiting for Claire
"Ok, just submitted and all paid for. You get it Clark?"
"Lets see....Ok yet just come through! The London team is en route, I'll fill them in on the other details after this call....Ok two girls....Sisters hey? Nice. Are we going to let them play with each other or do you want them sent to separate prison facilities?"
"No, no, definitely the same place. I got a few plans that I will update directly to the Cruciatu Prime warden as things progress; he’s a good friend. I want them captured and sent together. You'll also notice that this will be S5 tag"
The line was silent for just a moment.
"...Severity 5...Ok, it's been a while we had to do a capture with that level of harshness but we have all the gear for that. They really pissed you off Claire?"
Claire grinned sadistically to herself
“Yes...and no. I think deep down I was always going to get Penny sent there, it was just a matter of having the guts to do it. She gave me the perfect reason tonight, and now as shes screaming in agony she’ll get to blame herself for what she did! Amy is just an innocent bonus...I haven’t decided what we’ll do to her yet but I’ll specify that everything done to her will be shown to Penny...I just hope they both don’t break too quickly”
She checked her watch
“Collection team should almost be there right?”
“Yep, just about. But they’ll need to scope the place out and not ruse suspicion. Don’t worry; we will get them out of that apartment without a peep. I’d better go and oversee it all, make sure all comms channels are reporting no police presence...Oh hey! DO me a favor and email me their profiles. I want to subscribe to any of their multimedia updates when they’re there.”
Claire grinned even wider. She loved her little work circle of sadistic colleagues. Everyone at Cruciatu relished in the suffering of others.
---
Despite clinging to the thin hope that Claire’s strange smile was proof that her advances on James were somehow proof that she hadn’t just ruined the most treasured friendship she had, Penny was still sensible enough – or perhaps guilty enough – to arrange a delivery. She sent Amy to the off-license to get more wine and fired up her laptop.
The challenge, really, was in fitting a suitable explanation for her actions into the spaces provided in a standard florist’s card, but with a little thought, and multiple false starts, Penny eventually settled on a suitably sincere message: “Claire, I’m sorry. Don’t blame James, he resisted. Friends?”. Combined with a vast bouquet of flowers, a box of Belgian chocolates, and a bottle of bubbles, it was likely to be the best she could manage as a short-term peace offering. It might not help, but at least the fact she offered no defence for herself ought to count for something: if there was anything Claire hated as much as cheaters, it was cheaters who had the gall to try and justify their behaviour.
By the time she was done, Amy was kicking the front door of the flat closed again, somehow brandishing three bottles of wine at the same time. “I’m back!” she called “They had a special offer on Chilean, so I hope that’s cool?”
Penny smiled gratefully, shutting the laptop with a snap and standing to embrace her sister. “Chilean is great. Thanks Ames. I… Fuck it. Can we just get blitzed and wait to talk about what a fucking idiot I am in the morning?”
Amy smiled, returning the hug gladly before ushering her sister back into the lounge, stowing two of the bottles in the fridge, and retrieving some clean glasses from the kitchen. She didn’t bother to turn off the light as she left, and in some ways that was a shame – it meant she missed seeing the faint flash of metal as a shadowed figure took position on the roof opposite, missed a vital early warning clue. But perhaps it was better that way: the two sisters were soon laughing and drinking despite the grim start to their evening, happily oblivious to the fact their giggling conversation was being picked up perfectly by Clark’s laser microphones trained carefully on the balcony windows.
Claire’s hands were shaking, her tongue nervously licking her lips, her nipples rock hard beneath her jumper. Oh, she always adored knowing an acquisition was in progress, and that thrill was always so much higher when it was happening on her patch – the knowledge of what would happen to the target, the power Claire felt, knowing she could stop it. At her level of seniority there weren’t many operations Claire couldn’t stop. Not indefinitely, perhaps, certainly not if there was a major client involved somewhere, but even so – when a Crucio operation went down in the UK, Claire had authority to intervene if she identified a risk of exposure to the corporation. It wasn’t usually a big deal – Claire could call a halt, the operation would be postponed, the woman would be taken later. The next week, perhaps, or the one after. Hardly any delay in the grand scheme of things.
But Claire loved the power all the same. Knew just how much any woman inside the walls of Cruciatu Prime would give to have only one more day of freedom, to have been spared even half a week of captivity. Claire could give that to them, could give them that tens of times over if she chose. But she never did. Not once did the gorgeous redhead lift a dainty finger to stop an operation, to defer a nightmare.
And now… now her passion, her energy was off the charts. It was all so perfect. So utterly perfect. Not just Penny, not just her best and closest and most trusting friend, but Penny’s slutty younger sister too. Her foot bounced restlessly as she typed, one eye on the clock, as she added detail to the summary files.
Name Penelope Katherine Brown
Age 32
Height 5’4
Weight 140 lb
Cup Size 38D [estimate]
Vulva [TBD.] Pubic Hair trimmed, no close inspection possible
Orientation Heterosexual
Claire’s fingers drummed on the keyboard, and she paused. She’d wondered about Penny’s sex before – all those spa trips she’d indulged them both in, and Penny always insisted on changing underneath a towel. There was clearly something private there, some sense of shame…
Vulva [TBD.] Pubic Hair trimmed, no close inspection possible. Recommend detailed study, possibly source of weakness / humiliation. Degrade and contrast with sister if possible.
The edit sent a fresh thrill down her spine, and her hand fell away from the keyboard, Claire’s fingers popping the button of her jeans and finding her soaking pussy in a single, practised move. Her arousal was running so high, her anticipation so intense, that the lightest brush of her fingers along her sopping, slick lips almost made her moan aloud, but she bit down hard on her lip, delaying the inevitable. Not yet. Oh definitely not yet.
Claire wasn’t going to allow herself to cum until she could hear Penny screaming, hear the sound of the restraints going on. Hear her friend’s voice break as she realised what her filthy slutty ways had at last brought her to.
The thought almost made Claire cum again, and she steadied herself, focused on her breathing.
The thought made her laugh. That was what she’d been told by the last masseuse, the perky Welsh girl at the spa before Christmas. “Focus on your breathing Miss Buckley. You will never relax if you do not learn self control!” The high lilting voice had meant the advice kindly, perhaps. She had since found herself abducted and subject to a merciless regime of waterboarding. It was already proving its worth in certain deniable black sites around the world, and if a few dictators puzzled over the technique’s nickname of “Welsh Massage”, they certainly couldn’t complain about the results…
Claire moaned again, chewing her lip harder, her free hand wriggling beneath her top, easing her left breast from the lace cup of her bra, and rolling a perfect cherry-blossom pink nipple between her fingers.
On the desk, her speakerphone crackled as Clark announced his perimeter checks completed.
“Collection team is ready”, his voice calm, professional. Tinged with anticipation. “Both targets present, unaware. No weapons identified. Identities confirmed: Penny and Amy Brown, ready for Severity 5 Collection. Do we go?”
Claire moaned. She didn’t care if the whole Collection team heard. This was it. This was Penny’s time to go. And Amy with her. Her best friend, her best friend’s sister. Being taken on Severity five for life at Cruciatus Prime. Nothing could have kept Claire’s moan silent, especially since merely hearing Clarke’s words caused her fingers to curl inside her cunt, her palm grinding blissfully against her mound. But Claire was professional even in extremis.
“Understood” she said, husky but precise “Confirming operation is Collection of Penny and Amy Bro-oohhwwn. Severity Five. Keep this channel open and…” – a pause, a vital chance to savour the moment, to know she could stop everything right now and Penny would never know how close she came to Hell – the second hand ticking, ticking, the moment drawing out deliciously…
…And Claire drew a deep shuddering breath, slowly pumping her fingers deeper inside her throbbing pussy. And smiled.
“That's a green light. Collection Team go-ohhh...”
I am sharing this story I have been doing with a roleplay partner, hoping it may be of interest to those at this forum.
To summarize: Two sisters are captured and sent off to a dark BDSM prison where women are trained, tortured and modified however their rich clientele desire. In this story the two captured girls are eventually subject to many piercings, breast enlargement and at the current stage of roleplay they are being broken in as ponygirls. I hope you enjoy the teaser! This is just a tiny crumb of the horrors that await them
FYI: There is A ALOT more of this story written(and being updated weekly), but since this is a roleplay it is a little unedited and more of a back and forth exchange. If you are interested in this story and would like to read its up to its current chapter please message me and I can share the entire script.
Cruciatu
Chapter 1 - Penny’s Mistake
When they finally got home, Penny made straight for the fridge and poured herself a massive glass of wine.
"That was a total fucking disaster!!" she wailed one hand frantically brushing her curling black hair back from her face . "What... Jesus, Amy, you were meant to be on lookout for fuck's sake!!"
Her sister Amy had the grace to at least look a little embarrassed, but it was clear she had little idea how badly the pair had just fucked up.
Why would she? The younger sister had never understood what was so important about chastity and fidelity - with so many guys falling over themselves to admire her flawlessly Mediterranean looks, she'd grown up convinced that physical pleasure could be enjoyed ad hoc, and as long as nobody finds out, nobody will get hurt.
She even managed to convince Penny to take a risk for once. After all, it was Penny who knew James first, Penny who introduced him to Claire. But this... This was a disaster.
Penny knows she can't pretend to Claire that it was somehow 'just one of those things'. That excuse would never fly with Claire anyway. But having deliberately gone round while she knew she was away, having had her own sister stand watch in the car outside the flat, having been caught actively straddling James's lap so that her slinky dress was forced to rise almost to the top of her thighs...
Penny shook her head and refilled the wineglass.
"Fuck" she gasped, almost a sob "Amy... Oh fuck. Claire's never gonna talk to me again. Oh I feel awful! God. I just wanted to have him once she's always saying how perfect he is in bed and... Fuck."
"So? You didn't actually get to do anything" her sister pointed out "He'd barely got your tits out! I... I messaged over and over when I saw her car pull up, its not my fault you'd abandoned your stupid phone to start grinding on him."
Penny sighed bitterly and took another huge belt of wine. "Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter at all. Not to Claire."
And it doesn't. It never could.
To Claire, even looking at James, even idly fantasising about her husband is the sort of betrayal she could never forgive. Penny knew that. She didn't forget it. She just... Stopped caring. Thought too much about how good James would feel inside her, and not enough about how badly her friend could be hurt if she knew.
She was just never supposed to know. But now she does.
Penny shudders. Refill the glass.
Even she can't forgive herself for that. For putting her best and closest friend in the hideous position of ordering Penny off her husband like a dog scrambled onto the couch.
For making Claire drive Penny out of her flat, of sending her away while putting a brave face on the unforgivable betrayal. Both of them obliged to pretend Penny couldn't tell how hurt, how coldly fucking furious Claire was behind the brittle, polite smile. And both knowing that Claire's hurt was far, far too deep for any concealment.
And there was something else there, too. A look that Penny couldn't decipher even after the better part of twenty years constantly in Claire's company. Just before she closed the door - so carefully and calmly the knocker barely swung - there was that moment...
"What did she say?" Penny asked Amy, blinking as her younger sister grabbed the wine bottle and drained what little was left directly into her own mouth. "When she closed the door, what did she say?"
Amy shrugged. "She said go home. And she'd call you. I guess you're getting an earful in the morning. Better send round flowers and a bottle of prosecco or something."
Penny nodded, slowly. That's always her usual way to apologise to Claire when she hurts her feelings, just like Claire's usual method is to buy them both an expensively pamper day at whatever luxury spa she's most recently discovered. But this time...
"...no" Penny said. And now a flicker of hope was gnawing at the panic, numbed by the sudden deluge of supermarket chardonnay "No she... She actually did look... for a moment, I thought..."
Penny swallowed the last of the wine, trying to remember. Hope rising. Maybe she didn't fuck up so badly after all?
"She looked... Amy, did she look kind of... happy? Like she thought of something? You don't... You don't know her so well but it was like between the living room and the door she suddenly started smiling for real. What... What did she say exactly??"
Amy frowned, and nodded, laughing. "Maybe. Could you have been going to get a divorce lawyer, you think?"
That was it. Penny nodded. "Yes! Amy you genius!! Oh thank god. They must have been having problems already!! Oh thank god, that was it!! Right before she shut the door she smiled! And said we should go home because she had to call someone "
---
Claire did make a phone call, a few actually. She suddenly got very very busy.
First, she kicked James out of the apartment in a rage. The main reason she got rid of him was so she could have some very frank conversations on the phone with some business associates as well as pull out her heavily encrypted work laptop
Unbeknownst to most who knew her, Claire worked for a shadowy corporation that traded publicly under the name Crucio Corporation. Officially, they had investments in many different businesses - pharmaceuticals, medical equipment, genetics, as well as advanced implant technology. It’s true purpose was only know to the upper echelons of society.
In the dark and criminal BDSM underworld it was known by one name only - Cruciatu. Existing in one form or another for over 80 years the organization ran many illegal operations open to those with enough money and political sway. Their tendrils had expanded all over the world - helping to perfect interrogation and torture techniques in China to making political dissidents in Russia disappear forever while keeping them alive in a perpetual hell. If you needed a female to suffer and had connections; Cruciatu could provide.
Claire had seen terrible things done to women on the company's internal network - she had full access to the CCTV feeds and files across all the facilities. Things that would give most people traumatic nightmares forever.
But for Claire they had a different effect. Her heart would race, her breathing would quicken; she would feel a flutter in her chest and quim. She loved it. It was why she was so good at her job and worked so hard. She would often masturbate to the begging and squealing girls as they were tortured; the CCTV feeds at the prison were SO good and always had someone operating them like a live TV show or sports event- capturing every angle, every act, every humiliation in HD. There was a good reason for that - the torture videos were often shared live on the dark web, while other times the victims 'sponsor' had paid a little extra to be kept up to date with the torments.
A lot of money flowed in from specific clients requests but also from the sale of the remodelled pain and sex slaves the prison could churn out. Random females around the globe went missing everyday and were sent to the facility for training. Some were repurposed both mentally and physically and sold or loaned off, being able to leave the island albeit still a prisoner.
She knew before Penny and Amy had even left her apartment that she HAD to send them to the Cruicatu prison, forever. She was almost hyperventilating in lusty excitement as she typed on the keyboard and started preparing the 'package' for them. Unfortunately for them, one of the first things she selected when building her order was 'No Sale' and 'No Snuff'. They would be kept very alive at the Cruciatu Prime until the end of their days
She could specify all the details later. She started entering the mandatory details when opening a request like this; name, address, desired shipping date. She entered all of this with a few extra details and set a shipping date of ASAP and hit submit.
On the other end of the line, the collection team supervisor was still waiting for Claire
"Ok, just submitted and all paid for. You get it Clark?"
"Lets see....Ok yet just come through! The London team is en route, I'll fill them in on the other details after this call....Ok two girls....Sisters hey? Nice. Are we going to let them play with each other or do you want them sent to separate prison facilities?"
"No, no, definitely the same place. I got a few plans that I will update directly to the Cruciatu Prime warden as things progress; he’s a good friend. I want them captured and sent together. You'll also notice that this will be S5 tag"
The line was silent for just a moment.
"...Severity 5...Ok, it's been a while we had to do a capture with that level of harshness but we have all the gear for that. They really pissed you off Claire?"
Claire grinned sadistically to herself
“Yes...and no. I think deep down I was always going to get Penny sent there, it was just a matter of having the guts to do it. She gave me the perfect reason tonight, and now as shes screaming in agony she’ll get to blame herself for what she did! Amy is just an innocent bonus...I haven’t decided what we’ll do to her yet but I’ll specify that everything done to her will be shown to Penny...I just hope they both don’t break too quickly”
She checked her watch
“Collection team should almost be there right?”
“Yep, just about. But they’ll need to scope the place out and not ruse suspicion. Don’t worry; we will get them out of that apartment without a peep. I’d better go and oversee it all, make sure all comms channels are reporting no police presence...Oh hey! DO me a favor and email me their profiles. I want to subscribe to any of their multimedia updates when they’re there.”
Claire grinned even wider. She loved her little work circle of sadistic colleagues. Everyone at Cruciatu relished in the suffering of others.
---
Despite clinging to the thin hope that Claire’s strange smile was proof that her advances on James were somehow proof that she hadn’t just ruined the most treasured friendship she had, Penny was still sensible enough – or perhaps guilty enough – to arrange a delivery. She sent Amy to the off-license to get more wine and fired up her laptop.
The challenge, really, was in fitting a suitable explanation for her actions into the spaces provided in a standard florist’s card, but with a little thought, and multiple false starts, Penny eventually settled on a suitably sincere message: “Claire, I’m sorry. Don’t blame James, he resisted. Friends?”. Combined with a vast bouquet of flowers, a box of Belgian chocolates, and a bottle of bubbles, it was likely to be the best she could manage as a short-term peace offering. It might not help, but at least the fact she offered no defence for herself ought to count for something: if there was anything Claire hated as much as cheaters, it was cheaters who had the gall to try and justify their behaviour.
By the time she was done, Amy was kicking the front door of the flat closed again, somehow brandishing three bottles of wine at the same time. “I’m back!” she called “They had a special offer on Chilean, so I hope that’s cool?”
Penny smiled gratefully, shutting the laptop with a snap and standing to embrace her sister. “Chilean is great. Thanks Ames. I… Fuck it. Can we just get blitzed and wait to talk about what a fucking idiot I am in the morning?”
Amy smiled, returning the hug gladly before ushering her sister back into the lounge, stowing two of the bottles in the fridge, and retrieving some clean glasses from the kitchen. She didn’t bother to turn off the light as she left, and in some ways that was a shame – it meant she missed seeing the faint flash of metal as a shadowed figure took position on the roof opposite, missed a vital early warning clue. But perhaps it was better that way: the two sisters were soon laughing and drinking despite the grim start to their evening, happily oblivious to the fact their giggling conversation was being picked up perfectly by Clark’s laser microphones trained carefully on the balcony windows.
Claire’s hands were shaking, her tongue nervously licking her lips, her nipples rock hard beneath her jumper. Oh, she always adored knowing an acquisition was in progress, and that thrill was always so much higher when it was happening on her patch – the knowledge of what would happen to the target, the power Claire felt, knowing she could stop it. At her level of seniority there weren’t many operations Claire couldn’t stop. Not indefinitely, perhaps, certainly not if there was a major client involved somewhere, but even so – when a Crucio operation went down in the UK, Claire had authority to intervene if she identified a risk of exposure to the corporation. It wasn’t usually a big deal – Claire could call a halt, the operation would be postponed, the woman would be taken later. The next week, perhaps, or the one after. Hardly any delay in the grand scheme of things.
But Claire loved the power all the same. Knew just how much any woman inside the walls of Cruciatu Prime would give to have only one more day of freedom, to have been spared even half a week of captivity. Claire could give that to them, could give them that tens of times over if she chose. But she never did. Not once did the gorgeous redhead lift a dainty finger to stop an operation, to defer a nightmare.
And now… now her passion, her energy was off the charts. It was all so perfect. So utterly perfect. Not just Penny, not just her best and closest and most trusting friend, but Penny’s slutty younger sister too. Her foot bounced restlessly as she typed, one eye on the clock, as she added detail to the summary files.
Name Penelope Katherine Brown
Age 32
Height 5’4
Weight 140 lb
Cup Size 38D [estimate]
Vulva [TBD.] Pubic Hair trimmed, no close inspection possible
Orientation Heterosexual
Claire’s fingers drummed on the keyboard, and she paused. She’d wondered about Penny’s sex before – all those spa trips she’d indulged them both in, and Penny always insisted on changing underneath a towel. There was clearly something private there, some sense of shame…
Vulva [TBD.] Pubic Hair trimmed, no close inspection possible. Recommend detailed study, possibly source of weakness / humiliation. Degrade and contrast with sister if possible.
The edit sent a fresh thrill down her spine, and her hand fell away from the keyboard, Claire’s fingers popping the button of her jeans and finding her soaking pussy in a single, practised move. Her arousal was running so high, her anticipation so intense, that the lightest brush of her fingers along her sopping, slick lips almost made her moan aloud, but she bit down hard on her lip, delaying the inevitable. Not yet. Oh definitely not yet.
Claire wasn’t going to allow herself to cum until she could hear Penny screaming, hear the sound of the restraints going on. Hear her friend’s voice break as she realised what her filthy slutty ways had at last brought her to.
The thought almost made Claire cum again, and she steadied herself, focused on her breathing.
The thought made her laugh. That was what she’d been told by the last masseuse, the perky Welsh girl at the spa before Christmas. “Focus on your breathing Miss Buckley. You will never relax if you do not learn self control!” The high lilting voice had meant the advice kindly, perhaps. She had since found herself abducted and subject to a merciless regime of waterboarding. It was already proving its worth in certain deniable black sites around the world, and if a few dictators puzzled over the technique’s nickname of “Welsh Massage”, they certainly couldn’t complain about the results…
Claire moaned again, chewing her lip harder, her free hand wriggling beneath her top, easing her left breast from the lace cup of her bra, and rolling a perfect cherry-blossom pink nipple between her fingers.
On the desk, her speakerphone crackled as Clark announced his perimeter checks completed.
“Collection team is ready”, his voice calm, professional. Tinged with anticipation. “Both targets present, unaware. No weapons identified. Identities confirmed: Penny and Amy Brown, ready for Severity 5 Collection. Do we go?”
Claire moaned. She didn’t care if the whole Collection team heard. This was it. This was Penny’s time to go. And Amy with her. Her best friend, her best friend’s sister. Being taken on Severity five for life at Cruciatus Prime. Nothing could have kept Claire’s moan silent, especially since merely hearing Clarke’s words caused her fingers to curl inside her cunt, her palm grinding blissfully against her mound. But Claire was professional even in extremis.
“Understood” she said, husky but precise “Confirming operation is Collection of Penny and Amy Bro-oohhwwn. Severity Five. Keep this channel open and…” – a pause, a vital chance to savour the moment, to know she could stop everything right now and Penny would never know how close she came to Hell – the second hand ticking, ticking, the moment drawing out deliciously…
…And Claire drew a deep shuddering breath, slowly pumping her fingers deeper inside her throbbing pussy. And smiled.
“That's a green light. Collection Team go-ohhh...”
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