EXTRACT FOR
The Cult
(Kelly Addams)

Days passed.

Vicky tried to hide her anguish behind a thin veneer of callous disinterest, her frustration surfaced at she chastised her own submissives, her treatment harsh beyond any justification.

Forbidden to enter Ashtara's chambers she sent her spies, girls so devoted to her that they would run any risk, she asked for nothing other than reports.

Deborah returned the evening of the fourth day. "The new concubine is chained," she reported, "Beside his chair!"

Vicky knew the scenario exactly, it was nearing the end. He had four shackles secured into the floor, wrists and ankles would be clamped and the unfortunate girl undergoing his initiation would be forced to crouch on all fours for hours on end while he used her like an animal, sometimes laying his feet upon her back like a human footstool, at others he would kneel behind the crouched girl and sodomise her, with his fingers, his cock or a variety of other objects of varying size.

Vicky had forced a grin. "And has he damaged the slut?"

Deborah had swallowed hard and Vicky felt her heart sink despite her show of mirth.

"Her back is a lattice of welts," Deborah nodded and closed her eyes for a moment, "The poor creature looks about finished!"

"Enough!" Vicky snapped, "Leave me now... or find yourself punished in the same way!"

It's now or never she told herself and set in motion the plan that had been forming in her mind since Sara was taken from the main chamber, their chances of escape were slim, but any chance was better than none.