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Victoria\nopened the heavy oaken door to reveal her ‘playroom’ to Fiona,\nwho nodded in appreciation. It was rustic and intimate; a place where\npleasure was extracted from those under duress by a privileged few.\nFiona inhaled the heady scent of old leather and furniture polish\nwith relish. The floor was mostly flagstone, worn smooth with age,\nthe walls covered with the same Stygian wood panelling as the rest of\nthe house, made all the more ominous by the absence of daylight.\nThere were, in fact, windows, but thick blackout curtains\ndeliberately kept nature at bay.

The walls hung with tools and devices intended to exquisitely\nextract just the right response from the unfortunates who found\nthemselves persecuted within. Bizarre furniture was carefully\narranged throughout the space, only a heavily framed bed recognisable\nto the untrained eye. On closer inspection that revealed itself to be\nmerely a raised mattress covered by a clean sheet. It was set inside\na dull timber frame the colour of old dried blood, festooned with\nsturdy metal hooks and eye bolts.

It wasn’t Fiona’s first visit there, but again she mentally\nnoted the room screamed ‘dungeon’ rather than ‘playroom’. Her\nown such space was much more clinical; clean lines, stark lighting\nand walls and floors which could easily be wiped clean. While she did\nhave a space reserved for what she termed ‘messy play’, a hose\npipe and a mop were enough to remove any unpleasantness after a\nsession. Victoria wasn’t quite in that league. Still, Fiona\nthought, a change was a good as a rest.

The pets of Fiona’s hostess were prepared for their ordeal, one\nsecured to a heavy chair and another apparently kneeling on a black\nfoam rubber-covered mat. Neither struggled or panicked, both resigned\ndespite the creak of the door and that tattoo of high heels on stone\nannouncing the arrival of their tormentors.

“Oh Victoria, darling. I am so jealous of your garrotte chair.”\nFiona’s husky tones exuded rich English privilege with every\nsyllable. She advanced on the device, unable to resist running her\nmanicured fingers over the thick metal ring securing the male occupants' neck. His arms were held vertically behind him by another\ntwo pairs of metal bands encircling his upper arms and wrists either\nside of the back and his ankles were equally held by rings forcing\nhim to sit with his legs obscenely spread.

“It can be very handy when I need to milk her.” Victoria’s\nreply: English with an elegant Irish overlay.

Fiona could see Victoria’s continued need to emasculate her\nvictim at every opportunity.\nShe had him dressed in a pale pink waist cincher, stockings and\nsuspenders. His slight body was hairless apart from a short fuzz on\ntop of his head. ‘Lucy’, as Victoria referred to him,\nhad Hispanic features and his skin betrayed a tan, faded no doubt,\nfrom his extended incarceration.

Fiona had helped acquire him some years before. She had used her\ncontacts to extract him from death row in some South American country\nshe had forgotten the name of and to deposit him at the whim of\nVictoria’s tender mercies.\nIt was doubtful he even understood what they were saying. Not that\nthey might have a useful conversation; any meaningful exchange was\nprevented by a rubber ball secured between his teeth by enclosing\nleather straps, forcing him to bite down. Fleece-lined leather pads\nwere held over his eyes by a similar mechanism to deny him sight of\nhis tormentors.

Fiona wrapped her elegant fingers around his drooping cock causing\nhim to grunt. “Not that you’re going to get much milk out of him\nnow. What happened to his balls?”

Normally tall and confident, Victoria looked bashful. “After she\nmade another attempt to escape, I had her castrated as punishment.\nAfter that, she seems to have lost some of her vigor.”

Fiona looked down thoughtfully at the restrained figure, squeezing\nhis flaccid penis as one might milk a cow, causing the poor wrench to\nmoan into his gag. She turned her attention to the other restrained\nfigure, another which she had helped Victoria acquire, this time a\nwoman convicted of adultery in the Middle East. “What about her?”\nFiona gestured with a nod to the pet Victoria referred to as ‘Ellie’.

“I’m not sure how much spirit she had in the first place.\nHonestly, Fiona, I think you put me on to a couple of duds.”\nVictoria raised a mocking eyebrow.

Victoria’s challenge struck home. Feeling her reputation\nbesmirched, Fiona\nsqueezed Lucy’s appendage with extra vigour causing a pained grunt\nto issue from his throat. After a moment’s thought, she released\nthe hardening phallus and turned to Victoria. “Did you know, one of\nthe effects of strangulation are extreme erections in men and pelvic\nmuscle spasms in women? It’s delicious.”

Victoria shook her head in mock innocence, “really?”

“Why don’t you take a ride?” Fiona gestured to Lucy’s lap\nand moved to a position behind the chair. From there she could turn\nthe big metal wheel which slowly but forcefully drove a threaded\nmetal bar with a flat end into the neck ring from behind, inevitably\nthrottling the chair's occupant. Fiona turned the wheel\nexperimentally and was rewarded by an urgent grunt and a hardening\ncock.

Obligingly Victoria hitched up her elegant silken cocktail dress\nrevealing her toned thighs sheathed in seamed stockings. She pulled\naside the meagre triangle of material covering her hairless pussy and\nmounted her struggling plaything. If Lucy felt pleasure at the entry,\nhe didn’t show it, flushed and struggling for breath as he was.\nFiona could see that Victoria was enjoyed it and\nthat was all that mattered.

Slipping her shoulder straps to allow her own dress to drop to the\nfloor and kicking off her shoes, Fiona padded over to the mats in\nstocking feet. Ellie waited, subdued. She wore a red leather bondage\nharness, collar, and a single glove which kept her arms restrained\nbehind her. Straps around each thigh and ankle forced her to kneel. A\nmock set of voluptuous red plastic lips hid a ring gag set in a\nhead harness. \n

Ellie’s dark green eyes were downcast until Fiona manipulated\nthe pulley motor controls lifting the chain attached to her head\nharness. Amused by the absurd red lips, Fiona pulled her hairless\ncock from her lacy knickers and fed it into Ellie’s oral ring. The\neyes of Fiona’s victim bulged as she was forced to precariously\nbalance on her knees with little support from her tormentor.

The dominant Englishwoman purred as she felt Ellie frantically\nwork her tongue to satisfy her.\nFrom behind her, Fiona could hear the sounds of Victoria beginning to\nenjoy her ride, but she could also detect Ellie’s lack of\nenthusiasm. She didn’t even try to maintain eye contact while\nfellating her.

Perhaps Victoria is right, these two are past it, Fiona mused. She\npulled herself from Ellie’s mouth, being sure to wipe the long\nropes of saliva against the bound woman's face. Seeing Victoria in a\nstate of rapture,\nFiona returned to the garrotte chair and gave the wheel one last\nfatal twist. She watched just long enough to ensure that Lucy’s\nthrashing became frenzied as his face began to flush from red towards\npurple before returning to the object of her own pleasure.

Ellie’s moans of relief were palpable as Fiona worked the pulley\ncontrols to lower her again. Her ridiculous open-lipped features\nalmost looked grateful to Fiona as she methodically detached the\nchain from her head harness, only to connect it to the D-ring at the\nback of her collar.

A new panic gripped Ellie as the pulley whirred drawing her up to\nFiona’s eye level with nothing more for support than the wide strip\nof leather secured around her neck.

Fiona grunted with the effort of entering her twitching playmate\nproviding some, but too little, support to prevent Ellie’s\ninevitable strangulation. The dominant woman pulled her victim in an\nintimate embrace, but did nothing to hold her up, a thrashing\nstarfish of stunted limbs.

The Englishwoman found her own ecstasy, gripped as she was by\nEllie’s inner folds twitching and contracting in her death throws.\nLike a devoted lover, Fiona explored Ellie’s lips, held open by the\nmetal ring set inside the lurid plastic lips. Her lithe tongue\ntangled with Elle’s, which lulled and protruded as she fought for\nbreath.

At some point before Fiona reached her climax, Ellie had passed\nthe point of no return. Her last gasp clamped Fiona’s throbbing\nmember deep inside her and held it firm until she finally came inside\nEllie’s gently swinging corpse. Fiona pulled out at last, spent.\nAlthough the odd twitch afflicted Ellie’s body, she was gone.

Fiona turned to see Victoria brushing waves of her dark hair from\nher perspiring face having only just recovered from her own moment of\ncrisis. She looked down at Lucy, unmoving, his face a strangled\npurple of fatal exertion and burst capillaries. As Fiona watched,\nVictoria turned to exclaim, only to take in Elle’s equally tortured\nfeatures dangling at the end of the chain.

Before Victoria could utter a protest, Fiona interjected: “It\nfelt exquisite being inside her as she went. Although, I wonder if it\nwould have felt better if I had mounted her from behind?” She\nshrugged as if it was a trivial thing. “I should try it with one of\nmy own pets, but they all tend to be somewhat over-stretched in that\nregard.” Fiona’s voice took on a musing quality, “my own fault\nI suppose.”

“You killed them!” Victoria’s voice pitched high with\naccusation rather than shock.

“Well,” Fiona retrieved her dress, “you were bored with them\nand it was the most fun you were going to get out of them given how\npast it they were.” Seeing the beginnings of realisation in\nVictoria, she felt the need to tamp things down. “Your man Janik is\nmore than capable of disposing of these two. You really should have\ngot shot of them earlier.”

Understanding dawned on Victoria’s oval face. She nodded and\npulled herself from her spent toy.

“At least it was bloodless,” Fiona observed, fitting finely-manicured toes back into her stilettos. “I once visited a friend of\nmine who has a plantation down in the tropics. He used a guillotine\nas a threat to keep his pets in line. He once had to dispose of one\nwhile I was there and was kind enough to allow me to mount the\ncondemned girl as the blade fell.” She inhaled deeply as she\nbriefly relived the experience.\n“Absolutely exquisite!” Her mind returned to the room and turned\nto Victoria knowingly. “A guillotine: not for domestic use. It made\na terrible mess.”

The ladies sauntered towards the door, having restored their\nelegant outfits. A tall, able-looking man stood discretely nearby.\nVictoria nodded to him and then pointed at the two dead bodies, “Get\nrid of them if you please, Mr Janik. Make sure there’s nothing left\nto find.”

“Yes, Mrs McCathy,” the man’s rough voice intoned, heavily\naccented.

Their clicking heels muted as the stone below their feet gave way\nto carpet. \n

“So, how are you going to get your thrills now?” Fiona tried\nto keep her tone from giving away her hope that they could indulge in\nsome more trading in human assets. “Perhaps some new blood is in\norder?”

Victoria scoffed. “Would you be trying to sell me some of your\ncast-offs? You always use them up too quickly for them to have any\nsecond-hand value.”

As they entered the sitting room with its grand fireplace, they\nretrieved their half full wine glasses and retired to opposite ends\nof a sturdy leather sofa.

“What then?” Fiona wondered privately if Victoria had found an\nalternate vendor.\n

Victoria took on a thoughtful look. “I thought I might like to\ntry to find some new blood myself.”

“You’ve found a new trader?” Fiona pricked up her ears with\ninterest.

“No.” Victoria became resolute and turned to Fiona. “I want\nto find a new pet myself. Someone young and impressionable.” Her\nvoice took on a new passion.\n“I want to hunt, stalk, groom and then reel them in myself.”

Fiona raised an eyebrow in surprise. “That sounds tedious, not\nto mention dangerous.”

Victoria shook her head. “No. It’s a challenge. It’ll be\nfun.”

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