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CHAPTER NINE - Playing For Time

I listened to the conversation between Bo and Hendry once more, just in case I'd missed something important. I hadn't, but it was useful, and by the end I think I had a good grasp of what was going on. It was simple really, and could be put down in one sentence: Hendry suspected Bo of being an undercover agent and was determined to get to the truth the moment the dungeon became free.
Knowing this was all very well, but where did that leave me? The only bad thing about it was, Bo really was an undercover agent, and, with such a well equipped dungeon at Hendry's disposal, the man had all the means available for extracting the truth from her, and doing it in a very painfully way may I add.
I glanced behind me to the cage set to the rear of the raised platform, and then to the two posts that held the chains and shackles, and finally to the brazier and the branding irons resting inside. If I'd read Hendry's intentions correctly, then the fate that awaited Bo after midnight would not be one for the squeamish.
I decided to put my search for Judy Jones on hold for a while and concentrate on Bo. At the time I had no perceived conception of what should be done other than to return after midnight and see what was going on.
Deep in thought, and with my mind elsewhere, I put the tape recorder back in my pocket and returned to the centre of the chamber.
The video camera remained on the tripod at the bottom of the rack. I checked it out on passing. There was a little green light and faint whirring that suggested it was still recording. I then moved alongside the rack to stand by the wheel and look down at the sight that greeted me.
Anthea remained stretched out on the rack with the vibrator still merrily humming away between her legs. It was being kept there by her panties. To my disgust she was also wearing a bra. It was my fault I suppose. With my rush to get upstairs to see what was happening with Bo, I'd never actually got round to stripping her completely naked.
Anthea was grunting and groaning as I arrived, and just about to reach a climax. To be quite honest, I wasn't sure whether this was her first, second or third orgasm, or even her tenth or maybe more. I'd not been counting or taking any notice. However, from the grunts and shudders of this one, I judged it to be real.
I reached for the panties. There was a wet patch between her legs where the end of the vibrator pressed against the fabric.
"Sorry sweetheart, but it's time to relieve you of your vibrator," I told her as I set about tugging her panties down her legs.
With Anthea's legs held apart by the chains about her ankles, and the tightness of the panties elastic about the waist, I was restricted on just how far down the legs I could pull them without rending the fabric. I made the gap just big enough for me to insert my hand and grasp the end of the vibrator with my fingers. Slowly I extracted it, then ran the buzzing tip up her crack and toyed with her clitoris for a while before taking it away altogether.
On inspection, the vibrator was all very wet and sticky from top to bottom. I switched it off and placed it on the surface of the rack somewhere near Anthea's feet.
To begin with I considered pulling up her panties, but on second thoughts decided to leave them stretched tight across her thighs. The gap I'd created was just big enough for my hand to enter, so I delved in deep and toyed with her fanny for a while, running my index finger up and down her dripping wet slit before inserting two fingers into her crack and frigging against the inner walls.
Anthea groaned through the corners of the ball-gag as I worked away. I could see that she was ready to come again, so I did not disappoint her and stepped up the treatment.
"I want you to come for me one more time," I told her as I increased the pace.
"Mmmmm," she moaned through the ball-gag as she threw back her head and arched up her body from off the boards.
It was not long before those moans turned to shudders and I could sense that I was doing some good. I switched to gliding my fingers in and out, and, at the same time, keeping the pumping in rhythm with Anthea's own restricted and very limited body movements. As the seconds passed, the movement grew faster and my thrusting harder, so that by the time the climax was reached, I was really going at it. My fingers pumping in and out of her cavity at an alarming rate.
When Anthea finally reached orgasm the noise was like an explosion bursting from the corners of her mouth. I kept the pumping going for a good thirty seconds afterwards whilst I waited for the orgasm to die down. As Anthea's arched body returned to rest on the boards and the noise diminished from loud grunts down to long sucking gasps for air, I extracted my fingers and wiped them on her panties.
I guess for quite a while afterwards I was simply content just to stand there, leaning forward, with hands resting on the boards and staring down at her dripping wet fanny. I think the reason being that I too was a little out of breath. Anyway, it was quite some time before I stood upright and returned to the top of the table.
Eventually I got round to raising up Anthea's head from off the boards, I then set about removing the ball-gag and blindfold from about her head. Whilst lying there, she had drooled a lot from the sides of her mouth, so I wiped it clean the best I could with the material from the blindfold.
"How many times did you come?" I asked once I was done, "and you may answer me from now on."
Anthea, still blinking from the light, run her tongue around her lips to removed the last of the saliva before answering. She was still panting heavily and her chest was heaving up and down.
"I did the three… my master… Woody… just like you asked me to do," she replied between gasps for air.
I believed her. With what I'd just done to her, that meant that she'd gone through four orgasms in quick succession and she was obviously still very much out of breath.
I checked on the time. What I didn't want to do was leave the club too soon. My plan, if it was a plan, was to be last from the club, drive down the road a little way, park up some side street, and then walk back. I had a key to the back door. I would let myself in and sneak my way back down here. Hendry had instructed the apeman to lock Bo in the cage after midnight. Hopefully by then she would have come round from whatever drug she had been given and be capable of walking. It was my intention to get the undercover agent out and away from the premises before Hendry turned up to do his evil work.
I looked to my watch. The time was approaching eleven o'clock. I reckoned I had another forty-five minutes to kill. This meant stopping down here with Anthea and carrying on with the pretence for a little while longer. I was hoping that by now I'd done enough, especially after that last orgasm, and could release her. We could then go upstairs, have a drink together at the bar, and talk all about it. But under the circumstances I had no other option but to remain where I was and carry on with the session. I tried to think of fresh things to do to Anthea, and what games we could play in order to pass the time away.
I looked down on Anthea and gave her my best and most wicked leer.
"That was all very well and good Anthea," I told her, "but now we're going to play another little game. This one's called interrogation. I'm a new member here, and still learning the way things are done. So, I'm going to be asking you some questions, and if there are some I don't like, then I'm afraid this wheel's going to be wound on a little bit. Is that clear?"
I think Anthea tried to hide a smile. At least there was noticeable glint in her eyes as she answered.
"Please do not hurt me. I will answer my Master Woody's questions the best I can," she told me.
I leant forward across the bed of the rack. Anthea wore a strapless bra that went with the bare shoulders of her evening gown. I'd not noticed before, and I'm not an expert on bras, but this one actually clipped together at the front between the cups. I moved my hands to the clasps and hooked a finger beneath the material between the breasts.
"This should have gone right from the very start," I told her. "For failing to comply with my first wishes, your punishment will be five clicks of the wheel. But first we must take this off."
As I spoke my last words I unclipped three little hooks and allowed the cups of the bra to spring apart. Relieved of the tension, Anthea's breasts wobbled for a moment, then slowly sank to form two large but slightly flattened round globes.
It was at this point I noticed the brand mark. The same letter 'H' I'd seen on Rachel and in the photograph on the wall, had been burned into the skin just below the nipple of Anthea's left breast.
I said nothing to begin with. Instead I stood back and gave the wheel those five little extra clicks I'd promised. The chains, to begin with were under a fair amount of tension, so I think by adding five more clicks overdid it a bit. Suddenly there was a noticeable tension there. I estimated that there was not much further to go before things would start getting serious.
Yet I could not be certain. Apart from a small grimace across Anthea's face, there was very little discernible reaction from the rest of her body to suggest that she was in pain.
On receiving little reaction I decided to return my attention to the letter 'H' brand mark. I was interested in finding out more.
"Did Hendry do this to you?" I asked as I touched an area of burnt skin near to the centre of the brand mark.
It was obvious where I was indicating, but Anthea raised up her head from the boards to see where I was pointing.
"Yes my Master Woody,… Hendry did that to me," she answered.
I was curious and wondered just what sort of pervert this guy Hendry really was.
"Does he do it to all his girls?" I asked. "A sort of initiation ceremony perhaps?"
Anthea, despite the tension in her arms and legs, kept her head raised whilst she replied.
"No, only to those that volunteer," she explained. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to."
I shuddered anyway. The thought of actually volunteering for something like this gave me goose pimples.
"Volunteer!" I exclaimed.
Anthea thought for a moment.
"Well, more like for the money," she said in qualifying her statement. "A lot of girls get desperate for money, and it's a way of increasing the bank balance."
This I could more readily understand. It's surprising what people will do for money.
"He paid you then to do this?" I put it to her, and once more pointing to the brand mark just below the nipple.
Anthea raised up her head as far as it would go and looked down her body to where I was indicating. She pulled a distorted face.
"Sort of," she answered.
Anthea's answer meant nothing to me, so I gave the wheel another couple of clicks just to remind her that this was meant to be an interrogation, and that I was in charge.
"Sort of is not an answer I'm looking for," I told her as the chains above her head tensioned a little bit more.
Anthea grimaced once more and returned her head to the boards. I think the tension was beginning to bite, but at this point I had no way of telling. She did not look like she was about to say the safe word, and I even think she may have been enjoying it.
"Well?" I growled, "I'm waiting for a proper answer."
Just to emphasise the point I gave the wheel a further two clicks.
This time I think I really overdid it. Anthea clenched her teeth as the chains dragged her arms further along the boards. Her head was now squashed between her arms and she was having difficulty turning to face me.
"Hendry gave me a diamond necklace for doing it," she answered whilst looking directly upwards towards the vaulted ceiling.
I nodded my head. I should have guessed. All that jewellery, the mink stole and that expensive sequinned evening dress didn't get there through being a good girl.
"So, Hendry's into using branding irons, and pays the girls well for their services," I said, and probably stating the obvious.
I didn't expect an answer. I was just saying my thoughts out loud, but Anthea answered me anyway.
"Hendry freaks out at the smell of burning flesh," she told me. "it's his big turn on, and he's always offering the girls money to volunteer. Especially the new ones."
"How much money?" I asked.
Anthea looked reluctant to answer so I placed my hand on the wheel and threatened another click or two. I waited a couple of seconds and did it anyway. This brought an immediate response. I was half expecting the safe word 'mercy' to come into play, but it did not materialise.
"Ooooo!" she moaned as the gears clanked and the chains tensioned some more.
"I asked, how much money?" I reminded her.
Anthea took a deep breath before answering.
"Usually,.. a thousand pounds,.. that's the going rate,.. but some girls take a little more persuading,.. and he generally goes higher," she told me.
I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. I was getting a better picture of Hendry and his likes and dislikes when it came to BDSM, and on reflection, all did not bode well for poor Bo this evening. With Hendry left alone down here with Bo and a branding iron, the dungeon would soon be smelling like a barbecue gone wrong.
I decided the time had come to redirect my questioning, and towards Bo in particular. It seemed like the ideal time to do such a thing.
"Tell me a little about the rest of the girls here? What about Bo for instance? The girl I was meant to be with tonight. Has she been branded by Hendry?" I enquired.
Anthea's eyes turned towards me. They were the only part of her body she could move. Her head was now firmly wedged between her upper arms, and it was quite obvious that the four cuffs that anchored her hands and feet were cutting deep into the skin despite the fleece linings inside.
"I don't… think so,.." she replied between short gasps for breath, "Bo's… not been… with us… for long,.. she's a… new girl,.. and I… can't recall… it happening."
It was obvious that Anthea was having difficulty in answering, and I was getting worried, so I decided to call the session to a halt before it got any more serious.
"I think that's enough questioning. Session's over," I told her, "now let's get you out of here."
I half expected an objection of some sort, but all I got was a smile. I think Anthea was grateful to hear the news.
I lifted up the ratchet on the wheel that held the tension. As the chains slackened and returned to the boards, I moved to unfasten the fleece-lined straps that held Anthea's wrists.
When I'd finished, I helped raise Anthea up to a sitting position. There were red marks about her wrists, and she began to rub the affected areas and bring back circulation to her hands. Whilst she was busy doing that, I moved to the bottom of the rack and began removing the straps that held her feet. When done, I helped move her down the boards a little further to sit at the bottom with legs overhanging the table.
I was keeping one eye on the time. At this stage I had another fifteen minutes to kill and was wondering what to do. As Anthea sat on the lower edge of the rack massaging her wrists and ankles, my eyes fell upon the vibrator and then the video camera which remained merrily recording away. I picked up the vibrator, set it buzzing and handed it to Anthea.
I had something else in mind that would kill the remaining fifteen minutes and not cause Anthea any more pain.
"One more thing before I let you go, I want you to come for me one more time," I told her. "I want you to come in front of the video camera. Stay seated exactly where your are, take off your panties, open out your legs wide for the camera, and let's see you do the business with the vibrator."
Anthea took the humming vibrator, then turning her head, looked up to me and smiled.
"If that's what my Master Woody wants of me, then I shall do it for him," she told me.
I returned the smile.
I liked Anthea and her attitude to sex. She was a genuine sort and had no hang-ups.
"Good girl, carry on then. Be sexy, give it your best shot, and let's get it all down on tape," I replied.
Anthea removed her panties completely. They were already down around her thighs to begin with. Once removed she placed them on the rack by her side, then lowered the vibrator down between her legs and lightly touched the buzzing tip against her clitoris.
I stepped away and let her get on with it.
Keeping well away and out of view of the video camera, I began to hatch another plan. The camera had given me another idea. I looked about me. What I needed was somewhere to leave the camera running and pointing towards the raised area at the rear of the dungeon. If Bo was to be brought down here after we'd gone and locked in the cage awaiting Hendry's return, then I considered it would do no harm to have a recording of it, especially if the case should go to court afterwards.
I was considering all the angles and possibilities when Anthea started groaning loudly. I guess I was not too surprised, she'd been going at it for a good ten minutes.
I turned to see Anthea writhing on the edge of the rack. It was clear she was nearing climax. I looked on and watched the performance right to the very end. A multiple orgasm arrived amid great shudders and screams of pleasure. It seemed to go on for absolutely ages. One peak following another. I could only admire her stamina. All in all, this was her fifth set of multiple orgasms in just over an hour. I didn't think my Sandy was capable of matching that performance.
As things settled down I walked up to Anthea and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"I think I've got a brilliant tape here," I told her, "many thanks for the evening."
Anthea turned the vibrator off and smiled.
"Thank you… too… Woody," she replied and still very much out of breath, "I haven't… had so much… fun… for absolutely… ages."
I felt embarrassed at the complement.
"It was nothing," I told her. "Just wait till next time. You ain't seen nothing yet."
Anthea returned a cheeky grin.
"I just can't wait," she replied.
I helped Anthea down from the rack and gave her backside a light slap.
"Go on, collect up your clothes and sparklers, and go and get yourself dressed. I'll tidy up and put the camera back on charge. I'll then join you in the bar afterwards," I suggested.
Anthea smiled at me once more. "Thanks Woody," she whispered, and pecked me on the lips.
I kissed her back, perhaps a bit stronger than I should have done. But I only did what came naturally.
Anyway, as a result, I think I'd made one woman very happy.
I watched Anthea retrieve her bra and panties from off the rack, pick up a discarded nylon stocking from off the floor, then head to the table where the rest of her things had been scattered. I waited for her to collect up everything and head for the door before making a move myself.
I'd worked out a plan and knew what to do. Earlier that evening, on my way down to the dungeon, I'd seen a video tape in a locker in the men's changing room.
I waited a while, giving Anthea enough time to get up the stairs, then followed her out and slipped into the changing room. As expected the tape was still there. I assumed nobody had been down all evening.
Back in the dungeon I removed the video camera from the tripod and returned it to the table. I changed tapes and set it recording whilst lying on its side and with the batteries on charge. I then pointed it towards the raised area at the far end and set the zoom control right out in order to pick up maximum detail. I was not too sure about the sound quality. The distance was not ideal, but I guessed it would pick up some details, and be enough to analyse if it came to that.
 Afterwards I tidied all the things up we'd been using and put them all away.
I took one last look around then returned to the door. Anthea's mink stole remained draped over the security camera. I took it down, switched off all the lights, and, after locking up, made my way up to the bar.
As I scaled the stairs I couldn't help but give a smile.
It had been a good evening, and to be quite honest, I think I was coming to enjoy this BDMS scene.

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End of Chapter Nine