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A few hours later I found myself standing beside Boss Ogre’s chair with his arm draped possessively around me—while he went on with ‘business as usual.’ I stood there silently with my arms folded behind my back and a shiny new collar at my throat.
At times it was as if I wasn’t even there, as he held discussions with clients and underlings. But the eyes of his visitors upon me and his degrading comments about me were a constant reminder that I was present, on display and as a conversation piece.
I was still too angry and humiliated—and more than a little frightened—to relax. Every time I did try to settle myself and appear calm and indifferent, he would do something to keep me on edge—nudging me closer, sniffing my hair, even casually drawing his huge thumbnail over my nipple. Or he’d joke with a client about using me to ‘close a deal.’
Earlier, my punishment with the energy whip had dragged on and on, and might have continued longer if a henchman hadn’t interrupted and announced that a client was waiting. “Awww, damn, lunch is over already?” he had growled. Then he lifted my chin with the handle of the whip. “Don’t worry…I take a coffee break later.”
I whimpered and sagged in the ropes holding my wrists aloft, thankful that the vicious whipping was over, if only temporarily. My backside throbbed and burned from the dozens of lashes he’d given me, and my body was coated in a sheen of sweat. I could only fearfully imagine what my poor tender flesh looked like after all that abuse.
I’d cried out, loudly, and often. Vinny the Boss wasn’t just punishing me for escaping and losing him money…he was making sure I knew that I was his property to do with as he pleased. Being the Boss Ogre’s possession and totally at his mercy was actually quite alluring in many ways…when I had a moment’s respite to think about it, anyway.
Cautiously I had turned my head to look behind me, expecting to see my flesh torn and ravaged by the energy whip. Instead, I was relieved to see only an aesthetically pleasing pattern of crisscrossing red stripes that were already fading while I watched. The pain and burning sensation lingered, but there was no permanent damage to be seen!
He had left me there to hang limply in the ropes and recover while he put his dress shirt and tie back on, and slipped his jacket around his massive shoulders. When he returned to my side, he slipped a shiny new collar around my neck…slim and elegant looking, but no less secure. The fact that it looked more like fine jewelry than a typical control collar reinforced his promise that he’d claimed me for himself this time.
Now I stood there on display by his side for all to see, while he held his meetings and bragged about how I was back in his possession again. He’d lost some pride as well as suffered financially when I’d gotten away, and now he wanted all the underworld to know he had his captured Agent of S.P.A.N.K. back under his control, and as his personal pet.
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Only a couple hours later, I was back in Boss Ogre’s clutches. The goblin henchman dragged me into his office by my chain leash, with my wrists still cuffed behind my back. Vinny the Ogre leered at me, but didn’t get up from behind his massive hardwood desk.
He instructed his henchmen to remove my collar and cuffs, bind my wrists with rope, and then string me up from the ceiling in the middle of the room. Once I was standing there naked and helpless with my hands pulled over my head, he shooed them all away.
“You disappointed me when you took off,” Boss Ogre rumbled, in a mealy-mouthed voice that reminded me of Edgar the Bug from Men in Black. Who, apparently, Director Alucard also knew from his agency. “I offered you a good life, but you ran away.”
“You dressed me in a harem outfit and offered me as a concubine to an intergalactic crime lord,” I shot back. “Not exactly the kind of life a girl dreams of when she grows up.”
“You would have been well kept and comfortable,” he shrugged. “Until he decided to eat you, anyway.” He stood and removed his jacket and dress shirt, laying them over the back of his chair. “But I think this time I’ll keep my little pink-skin humie girl for myself.”
“Why? What do you want with me, Vinny?” I already knew I’d regret asking. Standing there with his muscles and fat bulging out of his ribbed white tank top made him look all the more grotesque. I didn’t even want to think about what he wanted.
Boss Ogre reached into a desk drawer and retrieved what looked like a wooden baton. “You cost me a lot of money when I had to renege on that deal. Made me look bad. You gots to answer for that.” He stepped around the desk and advanced toward me carrying the wooden thing. “That’s part of it, anyway.”
“What…what are you going to do to me?” I tried to keep a tremble out of my voice. “What’s the other part of it?”
“The first time, my boys kidnapped you,” he said. “But this time, you’re bought and paid for, fair and square.” He thumbed a button on the baton, and a thick yellow glowing filament extended from the end. It hummed and made a crackling sound as it grew.
Boss Ogre stood beside me and put one meaty hand around my middle to hold me still. He leaned in close and took a deep sniff of my hair and sighed. “That means you’re my property, and I want to make sure you remember that this time.”
“What…what is that thing?” Now I couldn’t disguise the fear in my voice.
“This little thing? It’s called an energy whip.” He brought it closer to my rear, and as it neared contact with my flesh, it sizzled and crackled loudly. “I’d tell you that this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you, but that isn’t the tiniest bit true.”
“Wait, Boss, I’m sorry,” I pleaded desperately. “Please, you don’t have to do this, I’ll obey, I’ll do whatever you want.”
“I know I don’t have to do this,” he chuckled heartily. “I want to.”
“Fuck you, Vinny.” Knowing that begging wouldn’t help, I turned to defiance.
“No worries, ‘pinkie,’ there will be plenty of time for that, too.”
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Alucard was clearly enjoying his dominion over his bound captives. And not just enjoying the view; he hovered over Loud and me, teasing and taunting us in our helplessness.
I figured it would be just a matter of time before he either began playing with us, punishing us, or both. He’d have to untie us sooner or later to do that, right?
I was wrong on all counts.
Director Alucard had many, manyfriends, colleagues, business partners and contacts across the world, across interstellar space, and across alternate dimensions. He knew there were others out there who wanted Loud and me even more than he did—and would pay handsomely to get their hands on us. Or tentacles. Or whatever they had.
In Loud’s case, it was Goto the Intergalactic Space Toad. Goto had claimed and collared Loud previously, but she had escaped him some time ago. Unfortunately, Alucard had no choice…Goto laid claim to her, and Alucard had to turn her over to him—but at least he was still able to collect a generous bounty for handing her over.
In my case, it was the ogre who’d kept me captive beneath the streets of Royal Oak last year. Yeah, that one…the one in the pimp suit with the goblin minions. He must have had some leverage over Alucard, or some other claim on me, for Alucard to return me to him. I’m not sure what Alucard received in return, but he never fails to profit on a trade.
So instead of freeing us, he called his henchmen into the room and told them to bring some more substantial restraints. Alucard personally put the leather-and-steel collars around our necks and attached heavier-than-necessary chain leashes.
Next, our legs were untied, so that thick leather cuffs could be put around our ankles. Then our hands were untied and the wrist ropes replaced with cuffs as well. Only then were our gags and the remainder of our harness ropes removed.
Moments later, Alucard was turning us over to our new owners. Goto himself arrived to take possession of Loud. My ogre, however, simply sent a goblin minion to retrieve me.
I barely had time to give Loud one quick goodbye kiss, and then we were being led away into different directions…perhaps never to see each other again!
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So my friend Loud and I were working on a collaboration together…hanging out at my place, working on some new ideas for some Kinky Fun Times (™) Just minding our own business. Maybeplaying around a bit with some ropes and gags.
Well, apparently Alucard got a little jealous. Or maybe just a little bit irked that he was left out. So he and a few henchmen dropped in for an unannounced visit.
Next thing you know, both Loud and I find ourselves a little tied up. Ok, a LOT tied up.
Like miles and miles of rope, wrapped around sensitive bits, and making sure you KNOW you’re tied up kind of tied up.
I guess you could say Loud and I learned a little bit of a lesson: make sure we include Alucard in our plotting and plans!
“No, Ladies,” Alucard said, standing over us looking rather proud of himself. “Your lesson is just beginning.”
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