Torture is the best revenge (part 2)

Previously, Cathy had invited her ex-boyfriend, James, to visit her
apartment to bury the hatchet.  James was unaware that Cathy has
fallen under the influence of Paige, a young dominatrix, and plans a
horrifying revenge.

In this second part we learn how the women first conceived their
plan, as it moves closer to fruition...

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Torture is the Best Revenge, Part 2.
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Since James was due to arrive at her apartment in fifteen minutes,
Cathy began making the final preparations, under the supervision
of her younger friend Paige.  "We want him to feel comfortable,
and a little bit aroused," Paige said.  "Maybe you should undo
the top button of your blouse--there, that's better.  If he
thinks there's a possibility he might get sex, he'll be even
easier to deal with."

The wine was chilling in the refrigerator, the candles were
set up and ready to be lit, and the wine glasses were set on the
table.  Paige had brought two glasses with a bluish tint, and
in one, had sprinkled a bit of bluish powder.  In the low light,
it was undetectable without closely examining the glass.

"What if James doesn't sit on that side?" Asked Cathy.

"You just sit down first.  Besides, that's the side he always sat
on.  Men are pretty predictable.  Don't worry Cathy everything
is going to work perfectly.  Trust me."

Cathy did trust Paige. And why not? At the age of twenty-four
she had already accomplished a great deal, and more importantly,
was in control of her own life...as well as the lives of seventeen
male slaves.  Cathy was in awe of her for that. She thought back
to when she was first getting to know Paige, in the aftermath of
her breakup with James two months ago.

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Cathy had been amazed to learn about Paige's "other world;" she had
hardly imagined such things really existed. In her mental state
at the time, one of extreme sadness due to her breakup with James,
Cathy found something somehow sustaining in Paige's stories.  Here
was a woman, after all, who was not likely to be "dumped" by a man;
indeed, Paige's position of dominance in her relationships had
allowed her to live an amazing lifestyle.  Since several of
Paige's slaves were quite wealthy, she had used their assets to
buy herself a huge luxury eight-bedroom apartment on the upper east
side.

Paige had converted several of the rooms into an effective dungeon.
To do so, it had been necessary to heavily reinforce and soundproof
the walls, floor and ceiling; and to purchase the apartments above
and below her won, which she kept empty.  It was on the day that
Paige first gave Cathy a tour of the dungeon that she had
suggested her plan for revenge against James.

"These are the detention rooms," said Paige, as she showed Cathy a
series of four reinforced, vault-like metal doors.  Paige turned
the large wheel of the first door and swung it open to reveal a
tiny white padded cell, empty except for a large plastic bucket.
"Each room is five feet cubed, totally soundproofed, with a set of
reinforced steel wall shackles," she said.  "They also have their
own separate ventilation systems, to let in air.  But as you can
imagine, it can get pretty hot and smelly in there--especially if
you've been locked up for a couple of weeks."  Paige grinned.

"Weeks?  You really keep men locked up in these rooms for that
long?" asked Cathy.

"Sure, sometimes. And since the rooms are pitch black and totally
silent, you can imagine how long it _feels_ like you've been locked
up there.   That's why the cells are padded; to prevent a slave from
trying to take his own life by banging his head against the walls.
Here, Cathy, take a look at this."  Paige pointed to a small black
and white TV monitor in the wall.  Cathy could see the gaunt, nude
figure of a man slumped in the corner of one of the cells.
"That's Billy, in cell two," said Paige.  "He's a new slave I'm
breaking in.  Here, watch this."

Paige turned a black knob below the monitor; now Cathy could hear
the labored breathing and desperate, sobbing mumbling from the man
in the cell. "Oh God please, no, please, let me out, let me out,
I can't take it, I can't take it..."

Paige giggled.  "He's only been in there for three days so far.
Watch this." Paige pressed a red button and spoke into an intercom
below the monitor.  "Feeding time!" she said.  Cathy watched the
man struggle desperately to his feet and stumble toward the wall of
his cell.  He felt in the dark, then found and wrapped his mouth
about a tube in the wall.  Paige pressed another button.  Cathy
heard the man suck and slurp desperately at the tube.  "This
dispenses food to the cell occupant.  Sort of a watery cold oatmeal.
The slaves learn quickly in the cells not to miss a drop...I only
give them a few tablespoons worth every couple days or so, at
varying times. Come on, I'll show you the rest of the place."

Paige opened a steel door and Cathy followed her into the next room.
Its walls, floor and ceiling were of dark concrete.  The room
contained four heavy steel mechanical racks.  "This is the main
torture chamber," said Paige. "Each of these racks is capable of
holding a man completely immobile and helpless, regardless of the
physical stress he's put under.  And all the elements can be
rotated and moved to allow easy access to every part of a man's
body.  On this wall here, as you can see, I keep various restraints
and other tools." She gestured towards a wall upon which various
heavy implement were hung neatly--whips, chains, and various devices
of steel, rubber and leather.  There was also a large cabinet.

"Do you really need four different racks?" asked Cathy.

"Well, I think in some cases the effectiveness of torture is
improved when the victims can watch others being tortured as well,"
said Paige. "Besides, it's a lot of fun to hear four men begging
for mercy at once.  And they do beg, Cathy--like you've never heard
a man beg before. It's hard to explain."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, its sort of like, of course they beg, usually as soon as
they see the tools, before I've even touched them yet.  But after a
few hours of intense genital torture, it changes, somehow, becomes
more real. Men open up to you emotionally in amazing ways."

"Really? Wow," said Cathy.  "It all seems so incredible.  I only
wish..." She lowered her eyes glumly.

"What's wrong, Cathy?"

"Nothing. I'm sorry Paige, I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed by
all of this.  And I guess when you talked about having a man open
up to you, it made me think of James, and how he never really opened
himself to me.  And..."

Cathy began to cry. Paige spoke to her.  "After all this time,
you're still suffering, while he's probably out there 'doing' some
other woman," she said.  At this, Cathy began to sob more.
"Cathy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.  But I think this
James is a real son of a bitch for treating you this way!"

"You're right Paige, I know you're right.  Believe me, I hate him
and how he's made me feel... how he just used me and walked away.
Oh, Paige, I wish I was more like you--that I could be the strong
one once, instead of the victim!"

"Come on Cathy, let's go in the small torture room and have some
tea."  Paige led Cathy into the next room, a smaller concrete room
with a single rack in the center, and a large comfortable red
couch against one wall. The women sat down and talked for a few
minutes until Cathy started feeling better.  There was a gas stove
in the room and Paige made some nice herbal tea for the two of
them.  It was then that Paige made the suggestion.

"Cathy, would you like it if we brought James to the dungeon and
tortured him?" Cathy looked up from her coffee but didn't say
anything, so Paige continued.  "I think it would be a really healthy
thing for you. And we could definitely teach him a  lesson he'd
never forget!"

"But...Paige, James would never agree to something like that! How
could we get him here?  Not that I necessarily think it's a good
idea," she added hastily.

"It wouldn't be hard.  You could just invite him over to your place,
we'd put something in his drink, and when he woke up, he'd be in the
 rack!"

"But that would be kidnapping! We could get into big, big trouble
for something like that!"

"Cathy, don't worry about it. Two of my slaves are top lawyers,
one's an assistant district attorney. We'd work something out
to make it legal.  Besides, there wouldn't be any proof that
anything non-consensual took place."

"Paige, you don't understand.  We could never get away with
something like that!"

"Cathy, believe me it would be no problem. It happens all the
time."  Paige spoke with extraordinary confidence.

Cathy was quiet for a few seconds and took a sip of her tea.
"Really?" she said.

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The buzz of the intercom snapped Cathy back to the present.
"He's here," said Paige.  "I'm going in the other room.  Don't
worry Cathy, it's all going to work perfectly, just like we
planned." She squeezed Cathy's hands gently and went to the other
room.

Cathy took a deep breath and pressed the intercom buzzer. James
was on his way upstairs.

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End of Part 2.


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