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  Chapter Forty-One

  If the day had been all about pain, it looked like the evening entertainment would revolve around Lucy’s abject degradation. Johnny Ho, who had again come up from New York with Ken Yamaguchi, was orchestrating proceedings, and he had clearly been giving them a lot of thought.

  Lucy and Yuriko once again performed as waitresses over dinner, and for the first time since Nick had been detained, Lucy was clothed - at least partially. He wasn’t sure who had concocted her get-up but the effect was comical and yet strangely titillating. She was dressed in a tight black leather miniskirt, knee length white socks, and shiny red flat sandals. She remained topless - the only adornments being two silver jingle bells attached by clips to her nipples - and she was wearing a bright pink bob-cut wig. She had also been blindfolded, and her ankles had been chained together, ensuring she could only take little baby steps. As she hobbled out of the kitchen, her bells tinkling, and a look of anxiety on her unseeing face, she looked both ridiculous and, Nick thought guiltily, quite delightful.

  Satoru guided her towards the table and when she felt the edge bump against her thighs, she shakily lowered her serving tray.

  “Ah,” said Johnny Ho. “Here’s our blind and crippled manga girl.”

  Nick glanced at him sharply. Manga girl? Had one of them told him about Miki? If so, how many more of their personal secrets had they revealed under the influence of the scopolamine? It was gradually dawning upon Nick that Johnny Ho was now ready to start adding psychological humiliation to Lucy’s physical torments - and he may have gathered plenty of ammunition with which to apply it.

  “Yes, Nick,” Johnny Ho said, seeming to read his thoughts. “I know all about your cosplay games. I thought that was interesting, because she never did any of that stuff with me. I guess you brought out the best in her.”

  They had already consumed several pre-dinner whiskeys and worryingly, Johnny Ho was sounding a little drunk.

  When Yuriko came in next, Nick thought that the diminutive girl had never looked so fuckable as he perused her outfit - a diamond net body stocking and six-inch black heels. With her hair pulled into a tight bun, and her almond shaped eyes enhanced with black eyeliner, she was stunning. The wide mesh of the body stocking did nothing to hide the exquisite details of her small brown nipples and neatly trimmed bush, and Nick noticed Ken Yamaguchi run his tongue along his lower lip. It looked as though the two yakuza men were in the mood for a party.

  Like the girls, Nick was also underdressed for dinner. When Kono had fetched him from his room, he had instructed him to wear only his boxers. Now, at the sight of Yuriko, his cock leaped into action, popping out of the opening. Nick surreptitiously tucked it between his thighs, realizing that once again, something must have been slipped into his drink.

  Over dinner, Johnny Ho and Ken Yamaguchi conversed in their native tongue, again largely ignoring Nick, and he found his mind wandering to what might be happening in the outside world. He had been here for, he thought, five days, and twice he had been given access to his cell phone to call home. He had told his parents that he was up at the Great Lakes and that he expected to return to work in a month. They had sounded concerned but understood his heartbreak and seemed to accept what he told them.

  The call to Sid had gone slightly differently. Old Bob was basically okay with Nick’s sudden flight, Sid had told him, and his job was secure, but Sid seemed to sense that something was amiss. Maybe, Nick had thought, it had been that talk about scopolamine. Nick had had plenty of opportunities to drop hidden clues during the phone call, but now more than ever, he didn’t want to embroil any more of his friends in this awful situation. Suave, professional mobster or not, Johnny Ho was clearly unhinged and capable of anything.

  Lucy meanwhile, had been forced to tell Aunt Akiko that Nick had indeed come to the cabin, but that he had left after she had confirmed that their relationship was over. She had also called Summer, and said she was taking a break from college to spend time with Johnny Ho. Summer, like Sid, had sounded suspicious but Lucy had insisted she was okay. Neither of them it seemed wanted to jeopardize the safety of their friends.

  So for all intents and purposes, it all seemed to fit. They were both alive and well, and had gone their separate ways. There was no justification for anyone to call the police, and even if they did, what was there to report? That Nick’s girlfriend had gone back to her former lover?

  When Nick came out of his reverie, he was surprised to find that he had cleared his plate. He was feeling that enhanced sensory horniness again, and not for the first time, wondered how he had managed to get himself caught up in this frighteningly absurd scenario.

  After dinner they retired to the lounge area where Johnny Ho, Yamaguchi and Nick reclined in the comfortable armchairs, drinks in hand. Nick’s erection inside his boxers was embarrassingly obvious, but by now he had become used to exposing himself in front of the present company.

  “It’s time to find out how much progress Lucy has made,” Johnny Ho announced. “Tonight, we’re going to test her obedience, and her willingness to please.” He looked at Nick and added menacingly, “For her sake, I hope she doesn’t fail to impress me.”

  Satoru led the two girls back out from the kitchen and lined them up in front of the empty fireplace. They were both still dressed as they had been during dinner, except that Lucy’s blindfold and chain had been removed. Nick studied her eyes as she stood before her tormentors, and saw nothing in them but dull resignation.

  “So,” Johnny Ho said. “Are you ready, Lucy?”

  Lucy, who had been staring vacantly at the far wall, blinked at the sound of her name, but did not respond. Looking displeased, Johnny Ho looked at Satoru who spoke sharply in Japanese and marched towards her, once more brandishing the terrible metal rod. Immediately, Lucy turned her back to the audience and bent forward, touching her toes. The short skirt rose up, showing off the twin globes of her buttocks, and the tidy folds between them. Satoru stood to one side and touched the cold steel against her soft flesh. Anticipating the searing pain to come, Lucy’s legs began to tremble.

  “I’ll try again,” Johnny Ho said. “Are you ready to please me, Lucy?”

  Still displaying her bare ass to the room, Lucy said, “Yes, sir.”

  It was the first time Nick had heard her speak since the phone call in Jenny’s Tavern, and her voice was thicker, maybe due to the drug cocktail she was receiving, or perhaps the studs in her tongue.

  “Well we’re going to find out. If I’m not satisfied with your attitude, you’ll have another week of pain conditioning with Satoru. Stand up and turn around.”

  Her thighs quivering, and bells tinkling, Lucy complied.

  “Look at me,” Johnny Ho commanded.

  She lowered her eyes to meet his.

  “Who do you love?”

  Nick shot Johnny Ho a sideways glance. Here comes territory-marking time, he thought.

  After a brief hesitation, Lucy said, “I love you, Johnny.”

  “And nobody else?”

  “No, Johnny.”

  “What about Nick?”

  Keeping her eyes fixed on him, Lucy said, “Only you, Johnny.”

  “Did you ever love Nick?” asked Johnny Ho.

  “No.” Lucy’s responses were even and automatic. Despite the fact that he knew Lucy was under duress, the dialogue was making Nick feel increasingly despondent.

  “Why did you start sleeping with him, then?” Johnny Ho pressed.

  “Because…” Now she stole a glance in Nick’s direction. “Because I’m a horny slut.”

  Johnny Ho smiled in satisfaction. “Yes you are, you little bitch. Now tell Nick who else you slept with. Tell him what you told me while you were under the influence of scopolamine.”

  Nick leaned forward in his seat and felt his heart rate increase as Lucy said, “I slept with his friend, Jason.”

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Nick felt the ground spinning away from underneath him. Intell
ectually, he didn’t believe that she had had sex with Jason, and that this was just a part of Johnny Ho’s plan to undermine their love for each other. And yet, of all people, she had to say it was Jason. If she had said Sid or Andy, he would have dismissed it. But that night he had stormed out of the club, and the anguished night he had spent alone… was it just possible that he had made a total fool of himself by coming here?

  “See, Nick?” Johnny Ho said. “Isn’t love an ephemeral thing? I don’t think Lucy really knows what love is. First me, then you, then Jason, and back to me… I think she’s getting it mixed up with sex. You like sex, don’t you, Lucy?”

  “Yes, Johnny.”

  “Then show me how much.”

  Lucy glanced at Satoru, but nobody offered her a prompt. She was going to have to improvise, and hope that she got it right. Her fingers found the button on her waistband and she let her skirt slip to the floor. Now naked except for the bells, socks and shoes, Lucy waited for a clue. When Johnny Ho remained silent, she parted her thighs and reached down between her legs with her right hand. The men watched with salacious interest as her fingers began rubbing against her outer lips. She looked up at the ceiling as she worked on herself and, Nick observed, it didn’t take long before she started juicing up.

  “You are a dirty little slut,” Johnny Ho said, draining his glass. “Would you like to suck my dick?”

  Still masturbating, and now looking a little flushed, Lucy said, “Yes please, Johnny.”

  “Then beg,” Johnny Ho said cruelly. “You know how to beg, don’t you, Lucy?”

  Now Lucy’s face turned crimson from embarrassment as she dropped onto her hands and knees. Her head lowered, she crawled the short distance to Johnny Ho’s feet and then stopped.

  “Kiss my feet,” Johnny Ho said throatily.

  Her fake pink hair hanging down over her face, Lucy touched her lips to the leather uppers of Johnny Ho’s shoes.

  “What do you have to say?” he asked.

  “Please may I suck your cock, Johnny?”

  “Why?”

  There was a pause and then Lucy’s voice drifted up, “Because I am a whore, a dirty whore.”

  “Then come on, whore. Let’s see how good you are.”

  Distraught, Nick watched as Lucy rose up onto her knees and tugged down Johnny Ho’s zipper. His mind was reeling with a multitude of conflicting thoughts and emotions. He couldn’t bear to watch and yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He had assumed that he would be somehow involved in tonight’s depravities, but instead, Johnny Ho was underlining his total domination of Lucy in front of him. He recalled how Lucy had once told him she had crawled to Johnny Ho and asked him if he loved her. He thought that was all behind her, but had she now regressed?

  He gazed at the splendidly curved shape of her as she freed Johnny Ho’s member and took it into her mouth and then slowly bobbed her head up and down, her satiny lips stretched around his shaft.

  Satoru barked a command, and Yuriko, who had been watching silently, now dropped to her knees and crawled over to Ken Yamaguchi. Very quickly, she had his penis in her mouth and the two girls worked hungrily side-by-side. The only sounds were the slurping and gulping that the two once-independent girls were making. Nick watched with disgusted fascination when Johnny Ho finally came, Lucy’s throat muscles convulsing as - the final indignity - she took his seed down into her stomach.

  Nick was suddenly overcome by the feeling that this whole thing was way too much for him. He was just a regular guy, who had been living a simple life before Lucy came along. He suddenly felt incredibly weary and he realized he was no match for these people. Watching his girl - or at least he had thought she was - freely submitting to this alpha male, all of the fight seemed to drain out of him. Maybe, he thought, it was time to let Lucy go.

  Under a cloud of gloom, he watched the two girls resume their place in front of the fireplace. They both wore blank expressions as if they were mechanical dummies. Now Nick noticed that Satoru had a curious looking device in his hand - a large plastic penis, attached to a leather harness. While Lucy once again went down on all fours, Satoru had Yuriko step into the harness, which he then pulled over her hips and tightened up. For Nick, the result was again, both ludicrous and erotic. The tiny girl now had a ten-inch erect cock jutting out from her pubis.

  Lucy braced herself on her elbows, as Yuriko dropped to her knees and slowly penetrated her vagina. The men stared with interest as the dildo disappeared steadily inside Lucy’s body. Despite the ravishments that Lucy had endured over the past few days, Nick knew from experience that her vaginal passage would struggle to accommodate such a huge plastic penis. With at least two inches still visible, Lucy let out an unfeminine grunt and threw her head back. Yuriko, with her body stocking, heels and make-up, looked every bit the dominatrix as she slowly withdrew the strap-on until only the tip remained between Lucy’s petals.

  If Nick thought his role this evening was merely that of a spectator, he was now mistaken. Satoru beckoned him over and motioned for him to drop his shorts. Oddly, Nick was suddenly embarrassed to be standing so naked and erect in front of his antagonists. He was then positioned behind Yuriko and left in no doubt what he was supposed to do next. In spite of his recent ambivalent feelings about Lucy, Nick was still ashamed of his body’s reaction to the sight of Yuriko’s neat little posterior. Only the previous night he had fucked her doggy-style twice, and the thought of her tight little pussy caused the already engorged head of his penis to swell even further.

  Nick placed his hand in the center of Yuriko’s back and pushed her down so that her small breasts were crushed against Lucy. The mesh of the body stocking was wide enough that he only had to pull the strands apart and Yuriko’s tightly closed slit was ready to be penetrated. He ran his finger over her outer labia and found that she was dry. On impulse, he dropped onto his hands and knees and pushed his face between her buttocks. With his nose flush against her minute asshole, Nick pushed his tongue between her labia and parted them. Deftly, he flicked at her intimate parts, feeling them moisten as his saliva mingled with her own feminine dew. When she was good and wet, he reared up and slipped his manhood into her. Yuriko gave a little gasp of surprise as Nick buried himself up to the hilt, and in turn, she was forced to deliver the full length of the plastic cock inside Lucy. Soon both girls were groaning with carnal pleasure as Nick’s pumping hips dictated the pace of their lovemaking. After a few minutes, Lucy collapsed under their combined weight, her head and forearms resting on the floor. Once again Yuriko’s vaginal walls clasped at Nick’s girth, and she brought him to a climax, his viscous semen erupting into her depths.

  The three of them remained joined at the waist, panting and covered with sweat. As the mists started to clear, Nick heard Johnny Ho say, “Take a breather, Nick. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.”

  Chapter Forty-Three

  It had been a long and sleepless night, and now Nick, totally exhausted, was unsure how long he would be able to hang onto the rope. Opposite him, Lucy too, was struggling to keep her eyes open, but the nagging ache in her elongated nipples kept jerking her back to wakefulness. She had been stripped naked again, and her wrists were cuffed painfully together between her shoulder blades.

  Satoru had brought them down to the dungeon after the previous night’s ‘entertainment’ had been concluded. Nick wasn’t sure, but he figured they had been standing there for at least four hours, and in that time, with nothing else to do, his fatigued brain had relentlessly flashed up images of the proceedings. In no particular order, he saw Lucy masturbating with a cucumber, engaging in a sixty-nine with Yuriko, squealing in pain, as Ken Yamaguchi stubbed a cigarette out on her buttocks, and - the oddest of all - attempting to draw a manga girl whilst squatting over a piece of paper with a magic marker inserted into her vagina. The physical abuse had been supplemented by a continual discourse from Johnny Ho, ridiculing her behavior and reinforcing her worthlessness. Finally, in the early hours of the morning,
the sick and twisted ‘party’ had broken up and they were once again left to the sadistic whims of Satoru.

  Yuriko - who was considered to be totally broken in, and therefore free to move about the cabin - was left upstairs to clean the dishes, while Satoru set about planning their overnight torment. The device he had rigged up was simple but highly effective - a strong nylon rope was looped over two pulleys suspended from the ceiling. In the middle, between the pulleys, a heavy cylindrical weight was attached to the rope. At one end, the rope divided into two pieces with each end connected by a clamp to Lucy’s nipples. Satoru then pulled the rope tight until Lucy’s breasts were pulled into cones stretched towards the ceiling. At the other end, Satoru tied the rope around Nick’s wrists. The length and tension in the whole system was such that if Nick kept his arms level, the weight would remain at the same height. If he allowed the weight to pull his wrists up, it would drop and pull upwards on Lucy’s already distended nipples. Leaving them facing each other, Satoru then went to bed.

  It was the first time they had been left alone, and at first Nick had seen it as a golden opportunity to talk with Lucy. He quickly realized however, that she had changed significantly during her incarceration. As he had suspected that afternoon, something had snapped inside her and she had withdrawn into herself. Connected together by the rope, there was nowhere else to look but at each other, however Lucy merely focused her gaze at some point above his head.

  When he had heard Satoru close the trapdoor above them, Nick had tried unsuccessfully to initiate some kind of communication but had eventually given up and decided to focus upon keeping his arms level. Even letting the weight drop an inch would tug Lucy upwards, forcing her up onto her toes in order to alleviate the pain in her distended nipples.

  As the hours had ticked by, Nick had concentrated with all his might. If he pulled his elbows back against his torso, he could relieve much of the discomfort but the margin of error was so small that he kept slipping. Each time, Lucy would wince and gasp and Nick would apologize without getting a response. It was a heart wrenching feeling to finally be alone with his beloved Lucy, only to find that she didn’t even seem to acknowledge his existence.