Suffering in Submission Pt 03

Chapter Five

Vespa, apart from phoning round the local hospitals to see if any unidentified patients had been admitted, was too busy to do much about the missing Swedish girl the next day. Friday evenings especially were busy with lots of people flooding in after work for various fitness workouts before they went out later and hit the pubs and bars. Pointless in Vespa's view but their fees paid the bills so she was happy that they tried to work off their guilt about their unhealthy lifestyles in such a way.

Vespa checked her phone constantly throughout the day when she had a break but no message came through from Jake. She did have a text from Maria informing her that Juanita didn't know anything about where Astrid had gone apart from remembering that she had said something about taking photographs. That made Vespa all the more certain that Jake, the photographer, knew something about what had happened to Astrid and she sent an email to the colonel at lunchtime asking him to look into the man's background. An acknowledgement pinged into her phone within seconds and she found an email in her inbox when she checked her messages a couple of hours later. It contained a detailed breakdown of Jake Thomas' life including his financial status. He was thirty-three, unmarried with no children that anyone knew about and had a solid credit rating. He drove a two year old Volkswagen Golf GTi on a leasing contract and his business had been up and running for just under four years in the city.

Before that, he had been working in Leeds and Vespa was interested to see that he had received a caution for taking explicit photographs of a fifteen year old girl. His defence had been that he did not know that she was under age as she had told him that she was nineteen and Vespa sympathised to a certain extent, finding it incredibly hard to determine the ages of some of the girls who came into her gym. She had to get the parents' permission if they were under sixteen but half of the fourteen year olds looked old enough to join! Still, it did show that he was someone who would break the law and so she was all the more determined to continue her acquaintance with him and hopefully get him to take her to the mysterious club he had mentioned. The questions about her family had also made her hackles rise. Why did he want to know if she had any close family around? That was suspicious in her eyes and so she waited impatiently as the evening dragged on for the phone to ring or a text message to arrive.

It was just after nine when Vespa managed to get back to her phone after teaching another fitness class and found that she had received a message from an unknown number. Heart beating faster, she opened it and smiled slightly at the man's arrogance as she read that he had managed to get her an invitation to the private club on Saturday evening. The message told her to arrive at his place at eight and to make sure that she was wearing something suitable. Suitable for what? Vespa wondered as she locked up the gym and headed upstairs to her flat for something to eat. It was obviously some sort of fetish club so should she go for rubber or PVC? After eating her meal, she went and examined her wardrobe, rifling through it and deciding that it was about time that she bought some new clothes. Maybe the money that the colonel was paying her for finding Astrid would fund a spending spree? Eventually, tucked away at the back, and something she had forgotten she still had, she decided would be absolutely perfect. Taking it out, she gave it a quick handwash in the sink then left it in the airing cupboard to dry, smiling as she wondered what effect it would have on the photographer the next day. Nipping back downstairs, she found what else she wanted in the lost property box in the gym before she fell asleep reading her book in front of the television.

Saturday was always a busy day with lots of people flooding into the gym in the morning to make the most of their time off from work. Fortunately, the customers thinned out later in the day but Vespa was still relieved to close up at five, locking the doors before she used the running machine for a while to stretch out her muscles. After ten miles, she switched it off then went upstairs to eat a healthy salad before she peeled off her exercise clothes and ran the bath, luxuriating in the hot water as it soothed her still painful bottom cheeks and thighs.

As she lay in the bubble-filled water, she wondered what would happen later on, frowning slightly as she wondered just where Jake was going to take her. She had heard vague rumours of a private club operating in the city during her visits to other clubs but, at the time, she hadn't been very interested as she could get all that she needed from Miss Holly and her compatriots. It was intriguing though to know that the stories were true and she felt her clit tingle in arousal at the thought of visiting. The sense of anticipation was always a turn on for her as she delighted in experiencing new things and pushing her body and mind to the limits. Perhaps she would find a new master or mistress to really stretch her as well as locating Astrid?

At just before half past seven, Vespa made sure that she had everything that she needed then slipped out of her flat and started her bike. It only took her a quarter of an hour or so to reach the photographer's house and she steered the bike into a convenient space then walked up to his door and rang the bell.

"You're early!" he stated, opening the door in his shirt sleeves.

"Surely that's better than being late?" she replied cheekily, pushing past him into the hall.

"And why are you wearing leathers still? I told you to wear something suitable!" Jake snapped, closing the heavy wooden door.

"That's in the rucksack," Vespa remarked, pointing her thumb at the bag on her back. "I thought you might like to see me getting dressed...sir!"

Jake smiled slowly and nodded, pushing Vespa gently in the back towards his studio.

Vespa slipped out of her leathers and the photographer gasped as he realised that she was naked underneath. He stepped forward and she stayed as still as a statue as he ran his hands over her body, touching her breasts first then running them down her cool flesh until he felt the soft curls at the juncture of her thighs. She parted her legs for him and he cupped her sex, pushing his palm up against the already damp labial lips then rubbing her softness gently as she sighed in pleasure.

"Wet already, you little slut!" he observed with a laugh as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his thick cock. He moved his hands round to her buttocks and cupped those then lifted her and dropped her down on top of his prick, making her gasp with absolute delight as she was opened up fully. Vespa wrapped her legs round his waist and groaned with pleasure as he started to shaft her, cock thrusting deep and hard into her depths before he suddenly withdrew and pushed her down to the floor in front of him.

"Don't want you getting too much pleasure before we get to the club, do we? Now lick my cock clean of your juices, slut!"

After cleaning up the photographer's glistening prick, Vespa stood and got dressed. White cotton panties and a plain white brassiere cloaked her modesty first and Jake frowned. White knee-length socks followed before she slipped on a white blouse, leaving the top two buttons undone. Vespa pulled her skirt out of the rucksack and the photographer's frown turned into a smile as he saw that she had turned herself into a schoolgirl for him.

"Nice! I think Virginia is looking very virginal indeed on the outside!" Jake commented as Vespa found the tie she had located in the lost property box and wound it round her neck. "Perhaps she should be the exact opposite on the inside!"

Vespa watched as Jake went over to a cupboard and extracted a couple of items, keeping them hidden in his hands as he walked back towards her.

"Bend over for me, girl!" he commanded and she leant forward, shivering slightly as his hands raised her skirt then pulled her white panties down to her knees. His fingers teased over her slippery slit and then up to her tight anal hole and she gaped as he spread her own moisture round the puckered entrance. Something hard and huge poked against her bottom hole and then she was sighing out in pain and pleasure as the large butt plug slipped inside her and lodged firmly in her fundament. A few moments later and her pussy was being stretched open too, cold invading her heated depths.

"Love balls, girl. Make sure that they do not drop out during the evening or I will have to punish you!" Jake whispered in her ear, pushing the last silver sphere up into her pussy and watching her pink folds close around it. He smacked her bottom hard then told her to stand up and pull her knickers up., adding that there were just a couple more things he needed to do.

Vespa, bottom cheeks stinging, waited as he stepped up closer. His hands came up to her mouth and she swallowed hard as she saw the gag in them. She hated being gagged; there was something incredibly demeaning about not being able to speak when she wanted to but she knew that she had to play along with Jake if she wanted to get to see the private club. She opened her mouth, forcing herself not to resist as a large silver ring pushed inside her and lodged behind her teeth. A leather strap was buckled securely behind her head and Vespa was effectively silenced, only able to make unintelligible noises even though her mouth was wide open and ready to be used as Jake demonstrated by forcing her down to her knees once more and plunging his erection through the ring until it touched the back of her throat.

"That should keep that tongue of yours quiet!" he remarked as he withdrew his cock and wiped it disdainfully on her cheek. Swiftly, he pulled her wrists behind her back and cuffed them securely together before he added a blindfold, cutting off Vespa's view entirely.

"I am just going to finish getting ready and you can wait in the hall for me," he added, pushing her in front of him until she felt the polished floorboards beneath her feet.

Vespa stood in the hall for what seemed like an eternity. A clock ticked loudly just behind her and she could hear creaks from upstairs as Jake got ready to go out. She tried to relax but it was difficult with the gag in place and not being able to see anything. She felt intensely vulnerable and fought against the fear that flooded into her senses. She was now utterly at his mercy and, despite telling the colonel what she was up to, there was no way he would be able to track her as her mobile phone was still in her rucksack on the studio floor. She had hoped to be able to take it with her but Jake had prevented that whether knowingly or not. Resigned to her fate, Vespa waited, breathing out a sigh of relief when she heard him coming down the stairs.

Grabbing Vespa's arms, Jake hustled her out of the house and into his car, leaning over once he had got in to click her seatbelt into place.

"Don't want the cops stopping us because you aren't belted in, do we?" he remarked as he started the engine and drove out of the driveway onto the road. Vespa could do nothing but sit there in silence and try and work out where they were going by the turns that the car made but she soon found that impossible. The only thing that she could work out was that they had left the city because the traffic was light and Jake did not have to stop very often at all until he slammed the brakes on suddenly and cursed, "Bloody donkeys! No wonder so many of them are killed each year when they stand there nibbling the hedges and sticking their arses out in the road!"

Somewhere in the New Forest then, decided Vespa thoughtfully and that notion was strengthened when she heard the car rumbling over a cattle grid. Perhaps they were even close to the colonel's place? Oh God, she thought suddenly, as long as it isn't his place and he holds sex parties at the weekend! She would have giggled at the idea if she had been able to but the gag prevented her and so she remained silent as the car purred on for another couple of minutes before stopping. Jake opened his door and Vespa heard a sudden beep followed by a metallic voice and she realised that they must have drawn up to some electronic gates as he said, "It's me, Jake."

Jake got back in and shut his door and then put the car in gear and rolled it forward and Vespa shivered, knowing that she was entering into the unknown.

Chapter Six

Vespa was dragged out of the car and pushed roughly in front of Jake, her heels crunching on gravel. Up a set of steps and then she was hustled along for a few seconds more before her blindfold was suddenly removed. Vespa blinked several times in the unaccustomed glare before she took in the large room and its odd accoutrements. Chairs were scattered round the outside while right in the centre was a raised platform with a padded bench on it. Spotlights shone down from overhead and illuminated the flesh of the naked girl who was tied to the bench face down, legs spread wide apart as her ankles were cuffed to ringbolts in the floor. Was that Astrid? wondered Vespa for a moment or two before she took in the dark hair and realised that it could not be the girl she was searching for.

Jake led her over to a chair and pushed her down into one close to the stage and growled at her to stay there before he wandered off and started examining the naked girl, feeling her white bottom flesh almost tenderly then stroking his fingers up her exposed slit and making her wriggle in her bonds. As he slipped two fingers up inside her wetness, the door to the room swung open and a crowd of people headed inside, mainly men although there were a couple of women amongst them. Vespa stared at them, trying to see if Astrid was amongst the throng but she couldn't see her distinctive ash-blonde hair. Her eyes widened as she saw that both of the girls were being led in on leads attached to leather collars clipped round their slim necks. One was naked though the other had scraps of lace protecting her modesty as she was made to crawl along with her master encouraging her to move by using a riding crop on her flinching bottom cheeks.

"Is this your new find, Jake?" inquired a tall man dressed in an immaculate dinner jacket as he came and stood in front of Vespa, pale grey eyes staring down at her thoughtfully.

"Yes, James," said Jake, walking away from the girl strapped to the bench. "What do you think?"

"Well I cannot see enough of her yet to pass final judgement but she certainly looks promising. Bit older than the last one but she could do!"

Do for what? thought Vespa as the man reached out and stroked her face. She forced herself to keep still as his fingers poked through the silver ring in her gag and teased round the inside of her mouth.

"Afraid she'll bite?" the man asked with a trace of amusement in his deep voice.

"Just keeping her quiet, James. I will remove it later. Stand up, Virginia, and let Sir James have a good look at you!"

Vespa stood, not having to act to show fright. There was something about the cold grey eyes that sent shiver running down her spine. With her hands cuffed behind her back, there was nothing that she could do when he lifted her skirt. Her face flushed though as he laughed at the girlish cotton panties and then his hands were slipping inside and feeling her wet pussy lips.

"Nice and wet anyway, Jake," James remarked, spinning her round and bending her over then pulling her knickers down to examine her arse. "Your marks?"

"No, sir, not mine. She came to me the other day asking for photographs to be taken of them and one thing led to another."

"So you're used to being spanked and caned then, are you?"

Vespa nodded and gurgled through her gag as his hands roamed across her beaten flesh, prodding the thick weals and sending pain shooting into her senses.

"Okay, Jake, we will test her out later after we have had some fun with little Huian here. I do so like the Chinese girls and how obliging they are...so subservient...so willing to do anything once they are trained properly. Even her name is very apt, Jake, as it means 'obliging and quiet' although perhaps she won't be quiet for long once her skin is being striped! Shall we start with three strokes each, gentlemen, as she needs to learn instant obedience?"

James walked over and drew back a curtain on the far wall and Vespa stared in horrified fascination at the array of fearsome canes, whips and paddles that were hanging there next to a wooden door. Picking a thick cane, he passed it to the nearest man and then went and stood by Huian's head, lightly touching her glossy black hair as the cane settled on her pert bottom cheeks. Vespa eyed the cane, wondering if she was going to suffer later. Her bottom tingled in dreaded anticipation as she watched, knowing from previous experience how much the hard wood would hurt when it landed on the girl's bare buttocks.

The cane lifted suddenly then struck like a snake, wood hissing through the air. Huian let out a little cry as the pain shot into her body, bottom cheeks flexing under the impact. Two more strokes and then the cane passed to the next man and Vespa found herself counting them up, trying to work out how many strokes that the poor girl would have to endure. Twenty-four she worked out and she looked on as the pristine whiteness of the girl's arse was steadily beaten into submission, replaced by vivid red stripes instead. Huian's cries grew with every harsh crack of the cane across her naked flesh and she was literally howling in agony as the final half dozen strokes were applied.

"Now, gentlemen, if you would like to pull out a ball from this bag," stated James, jiggling a cloth bag lightly in his hand. "Those who pick a white ball may enjoy Huian in whichever orifice they wish! I personally recommend her arse as it is extremely tight indeed!"

Three men were successful although Jake was not one of them. He stood by James' side and they talked to each other as the first man stepped up after removing his clothing, cock stiffening in readiness. He pushed his thick prick deep into the girl's pussy and then banged away hard and fast, using her for his pleasure as the squelchy sounds echoed round the room. Grunts and groans emanated from his lips as his climax came upon him and his naked bottom cheeks quivered as he expelled his seed into the Chinese girl's tightness.

"Her pussy is tight enough, James," the man commented as he walked away, cock dribbling a trail of sperm down from its tip. He strode across the room, grabbed the girl who was wearing the tiny panties and bra and shoved his slippery cock into her mouth, grasping her hair as he face-fucked her roughly. Vespa tore her gaze away and stared back at the stage, unable to stop herself looking at the erotic scene ahead as the next man slid into place. From the screams, Vespa deduced that the tightness of the girl's anus was being tested and she shivered, wondering if that was going to be her fate too. The last man decided to use Huian's mouth at the same time as the man was shafting her anal hole and so the girl's cries and squeals were stifled by his fat cock as it pushed into her. Back and forth, her body shifted slightly on the bench as one pushed deep and then the other pushed back. Minutes seeped by before they both grunted in extremis, pouring out their essence into the girl's body before they stepped away.

"Can I use your slut to clean me up?" asked the man whose cock had been up inside the Chinese girl's tight arsehole as he passed Vespa.

"Of course, Dan," agreed an overweight man standing just to Vespa's left. She glanced round and watched as the girl kneeling by his feet, naked and collared, crawled over and started slurping and sucking on the slimy tube of flesh that dangled down in front of her lips, shame emblazoned on her face as it reddened swiftly. Vespa blushed, remembering how she had cleaned up Jake after he had taken her just a couple of days before. She was still considering that when she caught a scrap of conversation which made her blood run cold.