Denise

*** Chapter 18, Extraction.

Jake was left four hours to consider his predicament before Miss Clearmont visited him. He heard the clicking of stilettos on the floor and knew that Gudrun's friend was standing over him. He had not seen Miss Clearmont but imagined her as a young but heavily built woman. She always spoke to him in curt sentences that were invariably orders. The worst was the fact that she did nothing but torment him. It began with a cut of the whip and then became hell thereafter.

This time was no different.

"Slave. You are mine,” she began with a cut of the cane in her hand. "I see that Gudrun is far too kind to you."

He heard the pulleys and was hoisted up the wall again to hang by his ankles. Another cut of the crop caught him on the groin making him start in his already tight bonds.

Miss Clearmont grasped his limp organ and pulled at it with a will. "This flap of flesh will soon come off my little asslicker. So will these,” she slapped his balls with the flat of her hand.

Jake, his mouth still stuffed with a gag could only make a stifled yelp as she caned the soft flesh of his inner thighs a couple of times. He heard her move around the cell before she once again stood by him.

"You won't be needing this."

Once again she pushed him into the studded tube and bucked it on with a broad strap. "Do not presume to get out of this through Gudrun,” she added. With every word he received a slash of the cane that made him writhe. "I like my men to crawl and beg."

Jake felt his legs cramp with pain as he struggled. Sweat ran inside the mask and made his eyes start. He was sobbing mindlessly when Miss Clearmont removed the plug in his ass with a wrench and pushed something soft inside. More movement of heels on concrete and an even larger object was screwed into his rectum.

Miss Clearmont could see that he was crying into the gag. His body trembled with the sobs as he blubbered. All semblance of rational thought had been purged in his fear and terror.

"Stop bawling like a baby," cried Miss Clearmont. "You will be my little eunuch and then I shall make the rest of your short life an abyss of pain."

With steady strokes she plied the cane from his chest to feet. The last few blows on the soles were the worst making him cry with muffled suffering.

"I think that your tongue must go as well,” she said with a laugh. "Then you will only cry out like an animal as I whip you."

With a loud slam of the door she was gone.

Jake was ready for the last act to begin.

Now he would risk all to stop the punishment and reveal the last contents of his wealth to Gudrun. The suppository would send him to sleep allowing him to think that his last day and last chance had come.

Just four hours later Gudrun returned.

Waking the stricken Jake with the tap of her cane she watched him wake. She knew that he was in terrible suspense. Was this Gudrun or her evil friend? Gudrun allowed him to regain his fear of Miss Clearmont. She caned him smartly between his thighs and watched the reaction. Once again he began to sob.

Tears ran from the stitching in the mask as Jake realised that the last hour was here. The operation loomed and he had no way out except that which the two powerful women had allowed. The hope of bribery with no thought other than delay. Chance of release was gone only the forlorn hope that he could prevent Gudrun giving him over to her depraved friend and her malignant plans to make him less than a man.

Gudrun removed the gag and spoke quietly. "I'm so sorry but today is your big day so I must say goodbye to you."

Jake gasped with relief that it was Gudrun. "Please Mistress Gudrun, please, I can get you money."

"Hush now,” she said. "I will make you come now as a little pardon for my friend. She means well but is rather impulsive. I think that it is very generous of me that I allow this last pleasure for you...”

"I have two bank accounts in Switzerland. If I give you the codes will you save me?" he cried.

"How am I supposed to do that then my little man?" she asked looking down at him.

"I know that it is Joan,” he blubbered. "Please save me!"

Gudrun looked at the small tape recorder at her waist to make sure that it was running and then opened his eye patches. Jake's eyes were red from crying as he stared at her with wild hope.

Taking a deep breath he steadied himself as he looked up at her. He could see to her waist. She was dressed in tight leather boots that came to her knees. Her naked pussy glinted with the promise of sex.

She would save him.

She had to.

"I'll give you all the codes and account numbers now,” his voice had a desperate begging tone.

Gudrun squatted onto her haunches to look in his eyes. The lips of her sex parted slightly to allow him to see the slick delicate pink flesh surrounding her hole. Her face looked concerned as she waited.

Jake babbled out the numbers to the accounts at once. Gudrun would save him.

"I think that you are trying to get between me and my treasured friend,” she said in a stern voice. "If this is not true I shall castrate you myself."

With a small motion she took a link from his chain and scratched the numbers on the wall with it as Jake repeated them. "I shall check." With that comment she swept from the room and slammed the door.

Upstairs in the library Miss Clearmont called her lawyer in Geneva and gave him instructions. Gudrun sat waiting until the call was finished before commenting. "What shall we do if the numbers are the wrong ones?" she said in a quiet voice.

"Castrate him of course." Laughed Miss Clearmont.

"Really?"

"No of course not." Miss Clearmont sat beside Gudrun and put her arm round her friend. "But he will think that we have."

"You are a hard woman,” said Gudrun with a smile.

"Only where money and sex are concerned." Miss Clearmont sat on the edge of her seat. "I suppose that we will have to wait. "Let's get a coffee."

The phone rang with a loud tone. "The Swiss connection,” said Gudrun.

They had been waiting half an hour now and had drunk several cups of coffee. Miss Clearmont took the call and put the phone down with a satisfied grin. She had intended to hide her triumph but the exultation was too much. "We are now richer by far,” she cried. "There were over three hundred million US in the accounts. We have it all."

Gudrun laughed and flung her arms about her friend. "Poor Jake, all that money for his little prick!" she cried. "You are a genius!"

"Without your help it would have not been possible,” said Miss Clearmont. "You are the only one who will keep the secret properly and men are so weak!”

An hour later Jake was forgotten as the two lovers shared triumphant kisses and champagne in Gudrun's wide bed.