The mother of all storms had those girls who were not secured to their beds, or to some devilish piece of apparatus, huddling together in a subterranean room. Theo, known far and wide simply as The Connoisseur, had a well-stocked gallery of girls, each one special in her own way, and all a delight of sexual servitude. He was thankful there was no rain to mar the show, even though the lightning lit up the midnight sky dramatically for miles around. The flashes, mere seconds apart now, reached eerily into every crevice of what appeared to be an ancient Greek palace or temple.

 

On the balcony of his room in the living quarters, Theo sat like a prince in a royal box and used the naked, bound and gagged girl as a footstool. Every now and then he applied the heel of his shoe to ram the dildo that stuck from her arse further into her tight, secret channel. And when the tears streamed down her face as she whimpered into the gag, he reminded her with a crack of the dog whip across her buttocks of the purpose of her life.

 

"Your pain is my pleasure." Then, to further drive the point home, he gave a sharp tug on the chain that was fastened at one end to the arm of his chair, and the other to a crocodile clip that was attached to the girl's labia.

 

Below them in the centre of the marble expanse that in former days would have been used for ritualistic worship and was tonight unnecessarily floodlit, two naked girls were strung up, face to face, breast to breast. The wrists of each girl were secured together by means of leather cuffs around her wrists, and then fiendishly attached by a metal ring to the wrists of the other girl. Chains had been fastened to their cuffs, and by a series of pulleys which stretched the girls' arms tautly above their heads, the chains were themselves attached to the overhead bar of the wooden structure, erected hastily earlier in the day for the sole purpose of tonight's significantly private entertainment. But worse still were the painful nipple clamps that tugged the girls' cruelly extended nipples upward by other chains, also fastened to the overhead bar. Together, these restraints kept the girls balancing precariously on tip-toe, as too did the seething mass of snakes which slithered and coiled at their feet. While they were not venomous and could inflict no harm, both girls were piteously unaware of this fact. The overall effect was devastating and showed off the sensuous curves of their lithe, young bodies most pleasingly.

 

There was no doubt in Theo's mind that their pain, both physical and mental, was agonising, as indeed it had been designed to be. His thin lips twisted into a half-smile.

 

The black-hooded guards, wearing the leather harnesses that served as a uniform on this beautiful, decadent island, stood one behind each girl. With ferocious accuracy, they wielded their whips to strike in sadistic synchronization with each lightning flash, adding to the magnificent theatre of the occasion. Strike upon terrible strike had the girls writhing, and jerking on their chains like puppets on strings while the snakes coiled and uncoiled around their ankles; their shrill cries rang out and were lost across the Aegean.

 

Theo watched the scene with mounting excitement. Pumping his cock in his fist while holding the telephone receiver in his free hand, he gloried in the scene below him. Each ear-splitting scream and fall of the lash filled him with a lust that his caller in England could only begin to imagine.

 

"I had you installed there, Flynn, to do a job, not to procure pussy. What makes you think this... this temptress you've discovered will amuse me? I require at least a degree of subservience from new blood." He jerked on the chain and the girl beneath his feet screamed into her gag as the clip bit into her tender flesh. "If she's as sure of herself as you say, why should I give a fuck?"

 

Yet even as he said it, Theo's lust was sharpened. Surrounded by adoring slaves, he began to relish the idea of such a challenge, to turn a sexually confident woman into a subjugated slut. It was one thing to dominate a born submissive, but to break and enslave a cock-teasing seducer of men was another thing entirely. It might even have its compensations.

 

"Ok, the idea intrigues me. Have your own sport with her by all means, but don't damage the goods. I'll take control when I come to London in a couple of weeks-"Theo swallowed hard as the lash cut across the girls' breasts. When he spoke again, his voice came out in ragged gasps. "I'll want daily reports from someone I can trust... I'll have someone on a plane in the morning."

 

Theo kept his eyes riveted to the two naked girls as they twisted and turned to evade the lash, and the thought of a new girl undergoing the same treatment made him pump his considerable shaft faster. He took a deep, steadying breath before giving his final instructions to the Englishman.

 

"Find out if this... what's her name?... Vivienne's got family- we don't want any extra baggage. Sever all her relationships. Don't do anything to alert her suspicions. You'll be rewarded if she lives up to expectations."

 

He slammed down the phone. In one frenzied moment of lust, the final blows crashed down on the two beautiful girls, he kicked at the half-obscured dildo and drove it deeper, the girl collapsed in a heap and Theo spurted his hot come over her trembling body.

 

Exhausted, having taken as much punishment as they could stand in one night, only the two girls' bonds prevented them from falling as they passed into the comforting blackness of unconsciousness.

 

Theo smiled and reached for his metaxas.