Denise

*** Chapter 15, Induction

Jake could feel a hand between his thighs. He could also feel the tension in his arms and legs. He had come round, somewhat groggy, perhaps half an hour before. His first feeling was the bad taste in his mouth from the drug in the champagne. This was quickly replaced by fear.

Something was tightly pulled over his head preventing him seeing where he was.

He was hanging in mid air, as far as he could tell, supported by his outstretched arms and legs and some sort of sling under his waist. His head hung down between his knotted shoulders making his neck ache when he raised his head. By the cool movement of air on his skin he reckoned that he was naked except for the mask that covered his whole head. Something was wedged in his mouth holding it open. It made his mouth dry and heightened the sour aftertaste of the drug.

It was a cliché but the last he remembered was Gudrun's smile as his head tipped on his shoulders. He also remembered that it was she who had poured the second glass. In the half-hour that he had hung, alone, in the darkness of the mask he had begun to worry.

First he worried that Joan would miss him if he had been here long. That was soon overtaken by the fear that Gudrun would not return. Finally the dread of her returning. It was clear that he was not here for the good of his health. This was the worst result of a blind date that he could remember.

When at last he heard a noise, the door being unlocked, his fears were realised. He heard the clicking of metal stilettos on the floor and then the hand on his groin.

"What is going on?" he asked, trying to keep the fear from his voice.

There was no answer but the hand stopped fondling him and started to close on his prick. Despite the fear he could not help himself and became erect. The hand smoothly rubbed him up and down with a steady motion whilst occasionally something rubbed the very tip of his straining cock.

He felt himself transported by the silent movement and soon he was straining in his bonds. Suddenly he felt release as he came. The hand stopped for a moment and then started again. Soon he was fully erect again. Jake tried to struggle but the hand had him firmly in it's grip. Once again he orgasmed. This time he felt the strain as he gave up the last of his ejaculation.

Once again the hand worked at him. It took a minute to build him up before he was upright in the hand. The strokes were steady and incessant. He could not resist as he was manipulated to a peak. There was no more. His balls ached with a dull sensation as he orgasmed dry for his tormentor.

"Please, no more,” he begged.

But, the hand kept working, teasing and rubbing until he was hard once more. Jake felt almost a paralysis in his groin. A deep-seated ache like a sort of stitch racked him but hard he became.

A soreness spread the length of his large prick as the hand once again did its work. He lurched in the ropes as he came, no drop of come, but a terrible pain in his balls and groin. He had never been in such agony. The stitch spread to his thighs as they contracted and relaxed. The hand did not break but now he was past an erection.

His soft cock, sore from tip to base, would not respond.

Gudrun's German accent broke the silence. "Just four times and you are done. Most men manage at least six!"

"Please what do you want?" Jake felt stupid asking but the words were out before he had realised.

"I want to have some fun," came the reply.

Once again the footsteps clicked on the floor.

They got louder.

"You wanted some fun, you have had it. I want some fun but the woman must wait, yes?" whispered Gudrun in his ear with a hiss. "You should compliment me for allowing you to go first, my American friend."

"Please let me go," Jake pleaded.

"You are no gentleman. A Frau is for pleasure here and you want to get away?" Gudrun laughed.

"When you have pleased me you can rest a little."

Before Jake could speak a damp cloth was pushed into his gaping mouth. He felt the fingers push it in deeply, working it over his tongue. There was a strange taste on the cloth, Jake realised that it was his come. He tried to push out the cloth with his tongue but something was screwed into the opening holding it in place.

"That's better now. I will be back in a few minutes. Do not go away!" she giggled at her little joke.

The pain in Jake's groin subsided to a dull ache. 'What have I got into?' He asked himself. The footsteps left the room and the door was again closed. More than that Jake could not tell.

Outside the cell in the basement of the small townhouse was a tiled corridor. Gudrun climbed the steps to enter a library through a concealed bookshelf door. Sitting in a chair was Joan Lorde. She was flicking through a book of interesting photographs.

"How is he?" asked Joan as Gudrun entered the room.

Gudrun smiled. "Exhausted,” she said. "Would you like a coffee or to go down and look him over."

"It's been a long night. I think a coffee would be fine, then a little look see."

The coffee was served by a uniformed servant and both ladies sat and sipped at the dark elixir. For a few minutes they reviewed the way that they had managed to get Jake out of the hotel and then passed to other matters.

"What is the plan?" asked Joan.

"Stay a night here and then go back to the States,” said Gudrun. "It will take a couple of weeks before we can move him to America, in that time I will break him down a little to prepare him for his adventures in New York."

Joan nodded agreement.

They had already agreed that Jake must not know yet that Joan was the instigator of his torment. A couple of weeks would allow her to organise some of the closing of the office and businesses.

Coffee finished the pair of them returned to the cell. It was a concrete cubicle with staples in the walls and ceiling. Jake was stretched in the air with a sling supporting the small of his back. A black rubber hood had been glued onto his head with eyeholes covered by Velcro patches.

From his mouth reared a dildo in translucent purple. Joan went to inspect her husband's prick. It hung, flaccid and red raw with Gudrun's handiwork.

Joan smiled at Gudrun and made an up and down movement with her half closed hand. With a wink the older woman grasped the prick and began to rub it. Slowly the organ straightened and became fully erect.

Gudrun winked at Joan and said, "Perhaps you would like more pleasure?"

Jake shook his head furiously from side to side making the flexible pink prick dance to his motions.

"I see that you are ready for more,” said Gudrun.

She worked steadily with her gloved hand as Jake thrashed about in his bonds. It took five minutes to make him come. Five minutes that made Jake's prick so raw that a few slight pearls of blood now showed against the white of Gudrun's gloves.

Joan nearly choked on her laughter. She managed with an effort to hold back the sound and doubled up with a silent cough.

"I think that it is time for you to piss,” said Gudrun as she massaged his balls. As she did so Jake winced as the stitch returned.

From a small pocket on her dress she pulled a long soft tube. Holding his cock she slipped it into the eye at the top and slowly worked it into his bladder. Uncoiling the other end she lay it across the floor leaving the other end in a tall beaker. Joan saw the tube flex slightly and the glass beaker filled a little.

"I shall return in a few hours little man. When I do I expect you to return my favours. If you are not satisfactory I shall punish you until you come at my command,” said Gudrun as she signalled that Joan was to leave.

When they were once again in the library Joan asked what Gudrun had planned. "Ach, this and that. He will learn to please me and to orgasm on my word. That should be enough. I have many things to do, clients to see and business to organise,” said Gudrun.

"He will spend most of his time in the cell alone with his thoughts. I have a couple of male clients who like submissive men and strong women. I may use him, I may not."

Joan raised her eyes. Her husband was not at all inclined to men. It would be something to watch but she had to be back in New York in the next day or so.

"No permanent damage to him though, Gudrun,” said Joan. "That is my domain!"