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  Johnny Ho smiled. “I’ve already arranged an insurance policy for that which I will tell you about over dinner.”

  Nick’s heart sank. Whatever it was must have occurred while he had been drugged.

  “There’s only one snag,” Nick said. “There’s no way I’m going to hurt Lucy.” He glanced at Kono. “Even if you threaten to kill me.”

  Johnny Ho raised an eyebrow. “You know something, Nick? I really do believe you mean that. Of course, under the effects of scopolamine, you would do whatever I tell you to.”

  Nick looked at him despondently. Johnny Ho could turn him into an automaton and there would be nothing he could do about it.

  “But I only wanted to use that for my other purposes,” Johnny Ho went on. “Also, it’s not how I want to proceed with this. Neither of you will be drugged,” he leaned forward menacingly, “because, I want you both to remember, Nick. I want her tears and screams and pleading as you debase her, etched in your memories forever.”

  Hearing that, Nick realized that Johnny Ho was capable of feelings after all - the sick fuck was actually jealous of him.

  Johnny Ho continued, “So it’s important to me that you are both aware of what is going on. But in case you won’t fully cooperate, I’m going to have to give you an incentive. Every day Satoru will give you a choice. Either you can torture Lucy, or he will. Satoru will decide what you have to do to her, of course, but if you balk, then you can watch while he takes over. I can assure you that Satoru’s punishments will be much harsher than yours.”

  “You mean if I agree to hurt her, I’ll be saving Lucy from even greater pain?”

  “Cruel to be kind, you could say,” Johnny Ho said.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Nick watched helplessly as Lucy wavered on her knees. His dick was still rock-hard under the towel, and he put his hands over his lap. Until now, she hadn’t acknowledged his presence, whether through fear or exhaustion, and he found it upsetting that she just stared dully ahead.

  Johnny Ho said, “She hasn’t been given anything to drink all day, and before she started her exercises, Satoru fed her two large spoonfuls of table salt. She must be desperate for something to drink by now. Let’s go and see.”

  He picked up the still half-full jug of fruit juice and walked over to Lucy. Her eyes locked onto the jug and she let out a low moan through her ring gag. Pitifully, she raised her arm but Johnny Ho held it out of reach. Slowly he swung the jug to and fro in front of her face, and Lucy’s eyes followed its every move. She tried to swallow, but her throat was too dry and she gagged. Then Johnny Ho raised the jug to his lips and began to drink, and Lucy whimpered and a tear trickled down her face. When he had drunk his fill, Johnny Ho tipped the remainder onto the grass. Lucy immediately fell forward onto her hands and knees and poked out her studded tongue to try to salvage some of the liquid, but Satoru jerked her back up by her hair and delivered another blow of the cane across her ass. A series of desolate sobs emerged from deep in Lucy’s throat as Johnny Ho returned to the deck.

  “Know what I’ve decided, Nick?” he asked. “Lucy’s not getting anything to drink today.”

  “Jesus Christ!” Nick said, seeing the despair in Lucy’s eyes. “She could go into shock!”

  “She should be okay for electrolytes for a while with the salt she’s consumed. Satoru knows a lot about the effects of dehydration. Right now she should only be feeling the early effects - dry mouth, decreased production of saliva, impaired swallowing, and a craving for fluids - well, we all saw that.”

  “You’re just going to leave her like that?” Nick asked, his panic rising.

  “I am, yeah. But you can help her,” Johnny Ho said. “If you want to ease her thirst, you can - by pissing in her mouth.”

  Nick looked at him, aghast.

  “But if you’re going to do it, now’s the time. Or she remains thirsty,” Johnny Ho added.

  Nick could only imagine the anguish the poor girl must be suffering. She was still making that choking sobbing noise and had a look of utter misery in her eyes. As abhorrent as the idea of publicly urinating into Lucy’s mouth was, Nick actually did believe that it was her only chance of relief.

  Johnny Ho looked at his watch. “Not going to help your girl? Alright then…”

  “Okay, okay,” Nick said. He stood and let the towel go, his thick penis sticking out before him. He had no idea when he had last urinated but at least he had a glass of juice in him. As he approached, Lucy’s eyes met his and he detected a flicker of recognition, although whether through drugs or pain, her mind was clearly addled.

  Nick stopped with his cock level with her face and she looked fuzzily at its bulbous head. For a moment, it looked as if she was going to take it into her mouth, but then she just looked back up at him submissively.

  With great effort, Nick said, “I’m sorry, Lucy, this is all they will let you drink right now.” Then as an afterthought he asked her, “Do you want it?”

  He wondered if she understood his meaning, but then she imperceptibly nodded her head. Johnny Ho was right; she must have been absolutely desperate to quench her thirst. Nick tried to concentrate. If he couldn’t go, Johnny Ho might lose patience and then she would have to suffer for the whole night.

  Slowly, he felt his bladder loosen and then with a sudden rush, a fountain of urine spurted out of his cock. Because of his erection, he had trouble controlling the spray, and at first, his piss blasted her in the eyes and up her ringed nostrils. She jerked her head back, and he guided the tip with his hands, directing the stream into her mouth. Lucy coughed as the yellow liquid hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t turn her head, instinctively understanding that she had to get as much inside her as possible.

  Nick stood naked in the open air, urinating into the mouth of his girlfriend, while the three Japanese gangsters watched the show. His piss covered Lucy’s face and chest, mingling with her sweat, and dripped from her breasts. As the flow weakened, she was able to gulp it back more effectively. Finally, it slowed to a dribble and Nick shook the last drops onto her extended tongue. She turned her wet face up towards him and Nick was sure he detected a tiny light in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. Although restricted from speaking by the ring gag, it seemed to convey to Nick that she understood who he was and that he had come to save her - at least he dared to hope so. He put out his hand and tenderly stroked her damp hair but Satoru slapped it away.

  Nick made a point of staring derisively at his taped nose and then walked back to his seat, his wretchedness tempered by a glimmer of hope that the two of them would somehow get out of this okay.

  ***

  Dinner, Nick was informed, was at seven. Kono escorted him back and locked him inside the same room where he had regained consciousness… when exactly had that been? How long had he been here? Only Johnny Ho could tell him that.

  To his amazement, the closet was now stocked with a selection of his clothes - which meant that somebody had been to his house, a thought that both disturbed and intrigued him. In the half bath he found his razor and other personal accessories. Like his clothes, these were items that only he would have selected. Feeling slightly nauseous at the thought, Nick realized that at some point he had been taken to his house and then returned here - and he remembered absolutely nothing about it! With a shiver running down his spine, Nick wondered what else he had done - or more accurately, what Johnny Ho had instructed him to do.

  Nick dressed in a button-down shirt, slacks, and his brown docksiders. He wasn’t sure how formal Johnny Ho’s dinners were, but frankly, he didn’t give a shit. Despite Johnny Ho’s superficial courtesies, Nick knew he was as much a prisoner here as Lucy, and probably in as much danger.

  At five to seven, Kono unlocked the door and Nick followed him to the stairs, noting that Kono no longer felt it necessary to brandish the gun. Looking down over the balcony, Nick saw Johnny Ho sitting at the dining table with Ken Yamaguchi, the shady guy he had met at Mama Bunko’s birthday part
y, and a strikingly elegant woman wrapped in a black latex dress cut low enough to reveal most of her round, white breasts.

  As Nick came down the stairs, Johnny Ho glanced up and said, “Ah, Nick. We’re just about to start.”

  Nick took a vacant seat and Johnny Ho introduced his guests. “I believe you’ve already met Ken. He oversees most of my business ventures.”

  “Very good to see you again, Nick,” Yamaguchi said unctuously.

  Nick didn’t return the greeting because something else had caught his attention - sitting in the middle of the table was his wood carving of Lucy.

  “And this is Madam Takeda who runs an exclusive hostess club in Manhattan,” Johnny Ho continued, indicating the exotic woman who inclined her head. “She’s here to appraise Lucy as a prospective employee, once her training is complete.”

  Startled, Nick said, “I thought the objective was to restore your manhood in front of your cronies.”

  “Oh, it is. I’ll show her off when I need to. But I don’t want her hanging around twenty-four, seven, and I’ll need someone to watch over her in the meantime.”

  Nick had no idea what kind of establishment Madame Takeda ran, but judging from her attire, there was every chance that Lucy’s duties would involve more than just serving drinks. A sudden vision of Lucy being forced to service an endless succession of elderly businessmen both appalled and terrified him.

  He lowered his eyes again to his wood carving and wondered what further surprises there were in store. He didn’t have long to wait. Johnny Ho rang a silver bell, and a moment later, Satoru led Yuriko and Lucy out of the kitchen.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Yuriko came first, and she was stark naked except for a number of leather straps encircling her body. There was a thick collar around her neck, two more straps around her small pert breasts - fastened tightly enough to restrict the blood flow, giving them a reddish hue - and two more around her waist and thighs. But it was the rest of her kinky get-up that caused Nick to stare in disbelief - yet another strap cinched her knees together, and connected to that was a metal rod which ran up between her breasts and joined with her neck collar. Halfway up this, another rod stuck out at a forty-five degree angle, and her wrists were shackled to the far end, forcing her to stretch her arms out forward. Finally, Satoru had placed a large tray laden with Japanese food dishes upon her upturned palms.

  The bindings on her knees meant that she couldn’t straighten her legs and had to walk in a kind of half-crouch, with her back and arms straight. Nick could see from the tension in her face, and the muscles straining in her slender thighs, that the posture was both awkward and painful. Johnny Ho’s guests didn’t show any sign of shock or disgust at the poor girl’s discomfiture as she lowered the tray to the table, and slid her trembling arms out from under it.

  Nick now turned his eyes towards Lucy who was following behind. Although she wasn’t in such a contorted pose as Yuriko, her ‘attire’ was no less humiliating. She too, was effectively naked, and her jaws were still thrust wide apart by the degrading o-ring gag. Her arms, bound together at the elbows and wrists, were forced straight down behind her back, but it was what Satoru had done to her front that was causing most of her distress. A thin chain had been threaded through her nose ring and then connected to two sides of a circular silver tray that stuck out horizontally before her. Her breasts, resting on the tray, were connected by the nipples with a single clamp, and a selection of cigarillos had been stuck into the resulting cleavage. Two bottles of sake and some glasses also adorned the tray and their weight pulled on the chain, forcing her to strain her neck in order to keep her head up, and the tray level.

  Satoru removed the bottles and glasses and Lucy let out an audible sigh of relief as the tension left the chain. As he served drinks, Satoru spoke quietly and Lucy knelt precariously beside Johnny Ho. Nick tried to make eye contact to try to reassure her, but she kept her eyes averted.

  Nick found Lucy’s docility a little disconcerting. As painful as it was to see her like this, he drew strength from the hope that he could eventually find a way to save her - but Lucy’s customary willfulness seemed to have been completely extinguished. In their sex-play at home, although it had sometimes been a little wild, Nick had always stopped short of really hurting her. He had no idea what Lucy’s real pain threshold was, nor of what she had already been forced to endure.

  As they ate, Johnny Ho and his guests talked amongst themselves in Japanese as if Nick wasn’t there. Their indifference served to emphasize the fact that he was not a guest but a prisoner - and he had only been invited to dinner so that he could take part in Lucy’s debasement.

  Nick picked at his food, and eventually Johnny Ho said, “I apologize for our rudeness, Nick. We prefer to discuss business in our own language. Madam Takeda was just saying how lifelike your carving is.”

  “The last time I saw that, it was in my basement,” Nick said.

  “And an interesting basement it is too. It seems we have similar tastes.” Johnny Ho stroked Lucy’s hair as if she were his pet, while Satoru poured more sake.

  “You broke into my house,” Nick said to Johnny Ho.

  “Well, that would make us even, wouldn’t it? But in fact, when you eventually do go home, you’ll see that there are no signs of breaking and entering.”

  “So how did you…?” Nick began and then let his voice trail off as the obvious sunk in.

  “That’s right, Nick. You let us in quite willingly. As I said before, scopolamine really is a powerful drug.”

  Satoru loaded the empty dishes onto Yuriko’s tray and she hobbled awkwardly out of the room after him. Johnny Ho then spoke to Lucy and she shuffled on her knees around to Madam Takeda who selected one of the cigarillos stuffed between Lucy’s breasts. While Lucy served Ken Yamaguchi, Satoru brought Yuriko back, her tray this time laden with a bottle of brandy and glasses. When Lucy reached Nick, he looked down at her pitifully. She continued to avoid eye contact and Nick wondered whether this was out of shame, or fear of punishment. He wanted to do something to ease her suffering, but at the moment he knew the situation was hopeless. As a gesture of defiance, he declined the cigarillo, and put a gentle hand on Lucy’s shoulder. He felt her flinch slightly at his touch and then she scuffled back to her position at Johnny Ho’s side. Watching her, Nick felt a stab of distress as he realized that Johnny Ho would use every opportunity to reinforce the idea that Lucy was once again his property.

  “So you’re probably wondering exactly what we were doing in your house,” Johnny Ho continued once drinks had been poured and cigarillos lit.

  Nick most certainly was, although he wasn’t sure it would make pleasant listening.

  “Let’s see,” Johnny Ho continued. “You made a few calls, and then tidied up so that anyone snooping around wouldn’t get suspicious.”

  “Suspicious about what?” Nick asked.

  “Your month-long road trip. Your boss was very understanding, and it sounded like your buddy Sid bought it. You told them that you had driven up here and that Lucy had told you to leave and never to contact her again, and now you needed time to get over her.”

  Lucy glanced briefly at Nick then, and he thought he spotted the slightest shake of her head.

  “So no-one is going to come looking for you here,” Johnny Ho added, sipping his brandy. “Oh yeah. We hid some souvenirs - with your prints on - that the ATF and DEA might find interesting should you decide to be difficult later. You won’t be able to find them, but one phone call will make sure that they will know exactly where to look. ”

  Nick could feel the proverbial noose tightening around his neck.

  “But I have a feeling you’ll be highly cooperative, won’t you, Nick? You want to help Lucy, even if that means hurting her to do so. Quite a conundrum, huh?”

  Nick’s lowered his gaze towards Lucy - her nose pierced and ringed, her mouth forced open, saliva dripping off her studded tongue and running freely over her chin, her nipples painfully sha
ckled together, her arms pinioned behind her - and knew that Johnny Ho had read him correctly. He would rather participate in Lucy’s torments, however reluctantly, than leave her to the merciless whims of Satoru. Somehow, he believed that by remaining here, he might be able to lessen her anguish - not that he really had any choice in the matter. There was another reason that drove him to stay - as awful as the circumstances were, he could at least keep tabs on Lucy and see her every day. The alternative - not knowing - would be too unbearable to contemplate.

  “Regardless,” Johnny Ho continued. “If not for Lucy, there are also your family and friends to consider.”

  “What about them?” Nick felt his mouth drying up. In his desperation to locate Lucy, he hadn’t considered the possibility that Johnny Ho would involve anyone else. He had naively believed that this was just between the two of them.

  “Your parents, Jack and Sophie Logan, living in that nice big house in Windham, New Hampshire? And your sweet sister, Christie, out in L.A.? Long blonde hair, blue eyes. You even gave me her photograph. Then let’s not forget Sid and Summer. I’m sure you wouldn’t want anything unfortunate to happen to any of them.”

  Nick could scarcely believe what he was hearing. The noose was now firmly tightened.

  “There’s one more thing for you to consider,” Johnny Ho continued, picking up the wooden carving of Lucy. “As I told you before, the reason I have decided to keep you here, participating in Lucy’s ‘reprogramming’, is that I cannot tolerate her harboring any feelings for you at all.” He held the wooden figure to the light and studied it. “Therefore, you’ve got to do everything in your power to ensure that she absolutely despises you. I’m going to give it a month, and if by that time, Lucy isn’t one hundred percent devoted to me and me alone…”

  With a twist of his wrist, Johnny Ho snapped the statuette’s head off. “Lucy will be of no use to me.”

  Nick stared at the decapitated carving and swallowed.