Excerpt from: Thrall of the Pentacle: Part One

 

Pippa awoke to the accompaniment of strange odours and a faint, rhythmic bubbling sound.

She opened her eyes, after a struggle, but everything was blurred, and the light hurt them. Her head felt mushy and for a moment she could not recall where she was. There was an odd taste in her mouth and her nose and throat felt sore. Well, no wonder, she'd been sleeping with her mouth open. She tried to close it but there was something jammed inside it, holding her jaws wide and clamped about her tongue. She tried to twist her head to dislodge the thing, whatever it was, but her head was also clamped in place and would not turn. She realized that her nipples, bottom, and vagina also ached and simmered oddly, and there was something pressing about her neck. She tried to move her arms, to touch herself and find out what was wrong, but there were straps bound about her arms and legs and across her torso, holding her body pressed flat against some unyielding surface.

Her body... which was completely naked!

Pippa gurgled and whimpered in fear as recollection flooded back and she blinked her eyes wide and willed them to focus as the effects of whatever had been in the fruit juice cleared from her mind.

She was in a lofty wood-panelled room with daylight streaming in through two large stone mullioned windows. Apparently, she was still in the Grange. But it was low, golden daylight, as though from an early evening sun. How long had she been asleep? What had Wolff done to her? And where was Lyn?

Between the windows the warm dusty light caught the sides of a tall rack of shelves packed with glass jars of all sizes filled with all manner of colourful dried and ground leaves and herbs. Closer to Pippa was visible the corner of a heavy bench on which a complex array of tubes, flasks and condensing jackets fumed and bubbled as they were heated over Bunsen flames. Closest of all, one side of her line of vision so she had to swivel her eyes round, was Lyn; naked, bound and gagged as she was, blinking back at her helplessly.

They were both strapped to rectangular wooden framed gratings, mounted between two sturdy upright posts set on low flat bases with large castor feet, which were positioned so they were set almost at right angles to each other. The posts were pinned to the sides of the frames with long heavy bolts and washers, apparently so they could swivel. Currently they were both tilted a little back from vertical.

Heavy leather straps, bolted through the lattice of the gratings into metal plates, were bucked about their wrists and ankles, knees, stomachs, and in a cross over their chests and shoulders, dividing their naked breasts. Wooden blocks, also bolted through the grating, were positioned on either side of their heads. Large bolts with winged heads and rubber pads on their tips were screwed transversely through the blocks and pressed against their temples, preventing their heads from turning. Their mouths were held wide by heavy rubber-tipped wire hooks that extended from the wooden blocks and curved about their cheeks and the backs of their teeth. A pair of longer wires with clip ends were clamped onto their tongues, stilling their voices so all they could do was stare at each other in sick dread.

Their bodies were secured with their arms crooked and bent back against the grating, so that their hands were level with their heads. Their legs were secured with their thighs pulled up level with their hips and spread wide, their knees bent and their ankles turned outward, leaving their groins shockingly exposed. The mounds of their vulvas stood out between the straining muscles of their inner thighs that connected with their pubic bones. The pressure of the leg straps bent their hips back against the constraint of the longer straps across their stomachs, tilting them upward and exposing the lower clefts of their buttocks, which were so spread by the tension that the dark puckers of their anal mouths were clearly visible. It was as though they were bound in the most extreme squatting positions they could assume, with their bare haunches hanging off the bottom of the gratings.

The thing Pippa had felt pressing about her neck was the same thing that encircled Lyn's neck: a heavy leather thrall collar with a brassy lock and tethering rings. It matched the leather cuffs she now realized were locked about their wrists and ankles.

Sized by a sudden rush of panic, Pippa writhed and heaved against her bonds, but the straps were unyielding. She saw Lyn watching her futile struggles with such an expression in her eyes of agonised despair because she could do nothing to help her that Pippa made herself lay still once more. She had to accept that they were utterly impotent, with every intimacy of their bodies on display and achingly vulnerable.

'Now you have both revived we can get down to business,' Viktor Wolff said, striding into Pippa's line of sight.

His sleeves were now rolled up, exposing brawny forearms, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, suggesting he had recently been hard at work. This exposed more of his thickly haired chest and the thing on the end of chain Pippa had noticed earlier. It was a large silver amulet with a huge ruby centre surrounded by a mount inscribed with what looked like runic characters.

Wolff stood between his two captives with folded arms, looking their naked bodies over with benign satisfaction. 'Really, you could truly be related,' he exclaimed, scrutinising each of them closely as they blushed with shame and instinctively flinched away from his gaze.

Lyn had clear blue eyes, boldly arched eyebrows, a high forehead and a slightly tip-tilted nose. Her jaw was firm and her mouth shapely. A fading golden tan lingered on her creamy skin. Her large breasts, capped with frank brown nipples, still jutted out with considerable pneumatic vigour. Her waist was trim and her hips smooth. Between her spread thighs a close-trimmed strip of thin dark pubic hair capped the cleft of her sex with its pouting inner pubic tongue.

Pippa had slightly paler blue eyes but the same high forehead, although her chin was a little more tapered and her nostrils were slightly more flared. Her hair, longer and straighter than Lyn's, hung down below her shoulder blades. Her breasts were not quite so heavy and were higher set, but they still thrust out ripe and proud from her slender chest, crowned by larger but paler nipples. Her hips and thighs were also a little slimmer by comparison, stretching the eye of her navel into a narrow slot, but dark curls also clad the cleft mound of her pubes.

While Wolff had been examining them, Lyn had begun moaning and gurgling, trying to shape words that her stretched lips and clamped tongue would not permit.

'You want to say something?' Wolff asked solicitously.

Lyn nodded as far as her temple clamps permitted.

'If it is to curse, insult or threaten me, then I warn you it will both futile and painful, do you understand?'

Lyn nodded again.

'And you will address me from now on as "Master" and do so respectfully. You may not like it, but you had better get used to it, for I am your master now. Do you understand?'

He actually imagined that he was their master, Pippa thought wretchedly. How sick was that? But Lyn flashed a quick sideways warning glance and then she nodded again. Of course, this was no time for a misplaced display of indignation or show of feminist pride. Perhaps she was going to try to humour him.

Wolff reached into Lyn's mouth and pulled the spring clamp off her tongue and let it hang under her chin. The wire hooks holding her jaws apart caused her to slur her words, but their meaning was still clear.

'M... master, do anything you want to me but don't hurt Pippa,' she gasped.

'So, you consent to whatever I wish to do to you?'

'Yes... if you like, I consent!'

Wolff eyes flashed. 'Words have power, you know, and I will hold you to that acquiescence.'

In response Pippa began moaning and gurgling desperately.

'Do you want to say something as well?' Wolff asked her. 'I give you the same warning I gave Lyn: speak respectfully with no insults or cursing or you will be punished.'

Pippa nodded. He unclamped her tongue.

'Don't you dare hurt her, Master!' she said, struggling to keep her voice level. 'I can take anything you want to do, but don't touch her!'

'So, you consent to whatever I wish to do to you as well?'

'Yes, yes I do! Just don't hurt her...'

'Pippa, no, be quiet!' Lyn snapped.

'Excellent!' Wolff exclaimed. 'Two women who are each willing to sacrifice themselves for the other. Such love and affection, which is just as it should be. I knew it from your hair. Exactly the qualities I desired.'

'It's all right,' Pippa assured Lyn. 'I'm not a naïve virgin. I know what he wants.'

'But even though you have both consented, you don't know what I want,' Wolff countered, looking down at them solemnly. 'Neither of you can possibly know that, as yet, but I assure you that sampling the delights of your bodies is only a small part of it. However, you will understand all very soon.' He snapped his fingers and with a jingle of chains Dawn shuffled into view.

She was now as naked as they were, and they could now see every detail of her lightly tanned body. Although her breasts were as full as Pippa's they were slightly more pendulous and had darker, more sharply defined nipples. Her navel was rounder with a distinct button centre. A tightly trimmed delta of thin honey curls covered her pubic mound. Dawn was also restrained, but by different means.

A heavy brown leather collar was locked about her slender neck which matched the belt locked about her tiny waist. From it hung four chains that curved across and down to broad leather cuffs she wore about her wrists and ankles. An additional hobble chain crossed directly between her ankles, limiting the length of her stride. It was held clear of the floor by a slimmer chain with a coil sprung middle section. The upper end of the chain plunged between Dawn's smooth rounded buttocks, where a metal ring could just be seen protruding, to which it was clipped. As she walked the spring stretched and relaxed, tugging on whatever plug was buried in her rectum as it lifted her hobble chain with a chink and jingle.

But it was her mouth that the eyes of Pippa and Lyn were drawn to. Her lips were pinched together by a heavy zip fastener that ran across her mouth from side to side. A ring through the zip's pull tab was linked by a small chain to her pierced left earlobe, where it was held in place by a small padlock. Of course, the zip band must have been stuck over her lips, somehow, but they could not see how. It was almost as though the metal segments had been embedded in her flesh.

Dawn was carrying a tray in her chained hands. It had an inner concave rim that fitted the curve of her chest and she held it pressed up under her breasts, so that they rested on its surface. There were a pair of fine-tipped hooks bolted to the tray that were secured through Dawn's large, pierced nipples, so that she could not put the tray down without tearing them. About her pinioned breasts on the tray rested a sponge and damp cloth, a bamboo cane, a glass jar of pink ointment and a pair of huge black rubber dildos with cast ring bases.

Dawn stood beside Wolff with her eyes lowered humbly, holding the tray at the ready. He patted her head like a dog.

'She is of course not my ward,' he explained to Lyn and Pippa. 'That was merely a ruse. Her presence was necessary to reassure you long enough for you to accept a drink. Dawn is merely a homeless stray I acquired a while ago who I have shaped to serve me. Don't think badly of her for deceiving you, she was simply obeying my will, which as you will learn is the absolute master of this house. In fact, she spoke out of turn when she showed sympathy for your plight, which is why I've stopped her mouth for a few hours as punishment. She will play her part in what is to come, but meanwhile she has been acting as my laboratory thrall, assisting me during the last few hours while I modified the two of you.'

Pippa thought she was going to be sick. She felt soiled and dirty. Was that why she ached in intimate places? Had Wolff had sex with them while they were knocked out? The filthy bastard! Was he acting out some fantasy with him as a mad scientist and them as experimental guinea pigs?

Lyn spoke again. Pippa could tell she was as revolted as she was, but she struggled to keep her voice level and reasonable, choosing her words with care.

'I don't know what games you've been playing in this house, but you can't treat us like this...Master. We're not strays. We have plenty of friends and relations who know we were coming here to work for you. They'll be expecting to hear from us this evening to say we arrived. We can't just disappear. They'll call the police. They'll know it was you.'

Wolff chuckled in amusement. 'My Dear Miss Caxton, nobody will come looking for you because you will not have disappeared. Tonight, you will contact your friends as normal assuring them all is well, as you will do so every day you are in my service. There may be dangers ahead, but I promise you that your lives are not at risk by my hand. Do you think I am some crude monster who wants to do away with you on a whim, to destroy your lovely bodies to satisfy some unrestrained inner urge or frustrated lust? Quite the reverse. You are now better than you were before and fit to serve my purpose.'

He spoke with such conviction that Pippa began to believe Wolff might be something more than a common sexual predator. If he really valued them, for whatever twisted reason, and would even allow them contact with their friends, then there was still hope, even if it was of a desperate kind.

'W... what purpose, Master?' Lyn asked cautiously. 'What do you want us for?'

'If I told you right now what I am and what I require from you, then with your limited understanding of reality you would not believe me,' Wolff said. 'Even now I can read in your eyes that you think I am some deranged fantasist. First, therefore, I must demonstrate the truth of what I have done to you prove my powers are real. Only then you will accept the explanation that follows without time-wasting doubts and questions. We shall begin with the improvements I have made to your nipples. Such elegant fleshy faucets. You will find they are much more sensitive and responsive than they were. They just need awakening...'

He bent forward and blew softly across their breasts.

Lyn and Pippa both gasped and shuddered as they felt their nipples pulse and swell, growing in seconds into hard straining cones of flesh mounted on breasts that were filling with the heat of arousal by the second, making them hotter and plumper and even more prominent than before. Their intense response was made even more shameful as they felt a hot liquid stirring in the depths of their loins in sympathy with the sudden lustful heat in their nipples.

'With enough stimulation you could now orgasm purely from stimulation of your nipples,' Wolff assured them. 'It makes you more responsive sexually, but it serves other functions which we will come to later.'

While they were still dizzy with shock, he took hold of the support frames and spun them about and then pulled the head ends of the gratings downward, until their by now simmering breasts flowed up inverted towards their shoulders and their heads hung where their groins had been moments earlier. Taking up the dildos from the tray he held them like daggers over their wide-stretched groins.

'I have also increased the sensitivity of your anal mouths and the elasticity and depth of the last section of your rectal passages,' he told them. 'Once again, they simply need awakening...'

He blew across their upturned bottoms and then rammed the dildos into their twitching and suddenly hypersensitive pinched orifices.

Pippa and Lyn sobbed and moaned as they were penetrated, feeling the sensual passage of every teasing rib of the phalluses as it was driven through their tight sphincters and down into their unnaturally slick passages, which distended and stretched. Deeper and deeper Wolff drove the shafts until the women screamed and sobbed in fear, thinking their tender entrails were going to be burst. But they now seemed infinitely elastic and accommodating, even to virtual impalement.

Only when the dildos were buried to the hilt did Wolff let go of their handles, which projected, twitching slightly, from the women's unnaturally stretched anal mouths, which sucked and clenched about them. Lyn and Pippa's loins, already excited, surged and knotted even further and they felt warm slickness seeping up through the folds of their vulvas and brimming over their clefts, which were swelling and opening out by the second as they were filled with hot, lustful, need. The powerful scent of their response wafted into their nostrils: making both shamefully and acutely aware that not only had they been driven to the same state of intense sexual arousal, but they could do absolutely nothing to resist it.

'You also now have, as your science would say, glands that exude a clear barrier coating over your excreta as it passes into the final section of your rear passages,' Wolff explained. 'This means it will be eliminated neatly and cleanly while leaving your passages perfectly fresh and lubricated and ready to serve their far more important functions as alternate entrances for a master's manhood.'

Wolff pulled the dildos out of them, eliciting further moans and shudders. They came free from their bottom holes with audible pops, leaving them achingly empty. He then held the glistening shafts against their noses. 'Smell them,' he commanded. 'Assure yourselves that they are perfectly fresh.'

Dazed they did so. It was true; the shafts smelt of nothing. With the circulation beginning to pound in their heads, Lyn and Pippa swivelled their eyes round to each other filled with disbelief competing with their fear. How could Wolff have possibly done this to them in one afternoon? What was he?

'I see understanding beginning to dawn,' Wolff said. 'Let us proceed...'

The dildos plunged into them again, but this time it was their gaping, slippery vulvas which swallowed the rubber shafts with obscene delight, sending splutters of overflowing creamy juices into the clipped pubic forests of their pubic curls and down their stomachs.

'No! Please... Master, take them out!' Lyn and Pippa wailed and sobbed, shocked not only by their most intimate violation but the frightening intensity of their mutual response to it. Their by now obscenely hot, heavy, and inverted breasts, crowned with swollen pulsating nipples, were jiggling and bobbing before their eyes as they jerked and twisted in their bonds, taunting them with the intensity of their arousal even as its inevitable onrushing finale teased their reeling minds.

But Wolff took no notice of their pleas. Instead, he steadily pumped and churned the dildos into his captives' wet, slurping, helplessly clutching sheathes of hot vaginal flesh.

'I have added elasticity and capacity to your vaginal passages and increased your clitoral sensitivity,' he told them. 'In combination with your other alterations you will find that you now reach orgasm much faster than...'

But the rest of his words were lost to them as their minds seemed to explode as a great searing wave of pleasure tore through them and they screamed primitive screams of rage and raw delight. Their hips jerked convulsively, cutting their stomach flesh with their belly straps, their vaginas clamped about the dildos with a grip of iron, going into spasm and pumping out a spray of sweet juices about the rubber shafts. These peppered Wolff's hands and showered down their palpitating navels and across the exposed undersides of their breasts and into their flushed faces, briefly washing the screwed-up expressions of wretched disgust from them to be replaced with those of perfect, blissful unholy joy.