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CHAPTER FOURTEEN - Who's Boris?

I returned to Anthea in the dungeon. I carried with me a tray containing two glasses, a bottle of whisky, a bottle of dry martini, and a soda siphon. I'd also managed to fit the ice bucket and the whole fresh lemon on the tray. I placed everything down on the floor near to the door and walked across to Anthea. I was deep in thought. The question continually going through my mind was; who the fuck is Boris? Somehow I had a hunch that the mysterious German held the key to everything.
By the time I returned to the dungeon, the cable from which Anthea hung had stopped swinging to-and-fro. She had come to rest in such a position that she was facing away from me and the door. On arrival I slapped her on the backside just to let her know I'd come back to tease. However, I don't think this was really necessary. She would have heard the door shut and the rattle of the tray as I put it down on the floor.
I walked around Anthea's spreadeagled body and looked up to her face. Her arms, held apart by the bar on the end of the long cable, looked stretched and uncomfortable. Her legs too were held apart by a spreader bar attached to her ankles. She was also sweating up a bit and her naked body glistened under the glare of the spotlights.
"Comfortable slave?" I asked as I traced a finger in a light circle amidst her fuzzy mass pubic hairs.
Anthea's head was about three feet above my own. She peered down at me and gave a little knowing smile. By the smirking look on her face, I think she was game for anything.
Anyway, I was about to find out.
"I am comfortable my Master," she replied.
I don't think she really was. Those leather straps had been biting into her wrists for quite some time now. However, I wasn't in the business of making her comfortable. I had some serious questions to ask.
My hand moved down from her mound and I ran a finger along her crack. If anything she was wetter and hotter than when I left her. I think the long wait must have heightened her pleasures.
"Right slave," I told her, "you've had your little rest. Now what do you think is going to happen next?"
I toyed with her clitoris whilst I listened to her reply.
"My Master is going to ask me questions," she said, "and I must answer them truthfully otherwise my Master will punish me."
It was my turn to smile. Anthea certainly cottoned on fast. I slid two fingers into her fanny and held them in the entrance.
"Yes slave, it's interrogation time," I confirmed.
I thrust my fingers deep inside of her and she whelped with pleasure. I kept up the finger work, thrusting them in and out in deep, penetrating strokes.
"And like you say slave, tell me something I don't like or understand, and I think a little whipping will be in order," I told her as I continued to pump away.
I wanted to sound convincing, but also come over as falling into my usual routine. I wanted Anthea to believe that this was what I always did, and something that was to be taken as just a bit of fun.
My priority was to turn the interrogation round so that I was asking questions about Boris. The only problem was, I'd never met Boris, I had no reason to know that he even existed, and I guessed Anthea would know this too. So I had to be very careful and not give the game away.
I stopped playing with her fanny and wandered over to the corner of the dungeon where that large chest was located. I opened up the lid and looked inside. I think every piece of BDSM equipment I'd ever come across was in the box, and a lot more I couldn't even fathom out a use for. I was looking for a light whip, something that wouldn't do too much damage, but in the end I settled for a paddle. It was nothing more than a kiddies cricket bat really, but it had a smooth surface and a rough side to it, and I considered it would do the job nicely.
I returned to Anthea via way of the tray. Here I collected the whole fresh lemon and a couple of ice cubes. I had in mind another little tease. Anthea had to think that what I was doing, I was doing in fun.
On arrival I slapped her on the backside with the smooth side of the paddle. I don't think she was overtly troubled. At least there was no noticeable reaction.
I moved to the front and looked up.
"Slave, before I start asking questions, I'm going to set you a little task," I told her.
I wasn't expecting a response, but Anthea gave one anyway.
"Whatever my Master so chooses me to do, I will obey," she replied.
I showed her the ice cubes and the lemon.
"This is a little test slave," I told her. "I want to see just how good those virginal muscles of yours really are."
At first Anthea looked puzzled as to my intentions. But she cottoned on quickly and pretty soon her face began to beam with pleasure.
 "I will do my best at whatever task my Master sets for me," she replied.
I moved forward and inserted the two ice cubes into her fanny. For a while I kept them there by holding the lemon against the entrance to her cavity. I then began to ease the lemon slowly upwards into her crack. As the lemon disappeared I held it there with one finger whilst she tensed her muscles and took a firm grip.
"You must hold the lemon in position throughout the entire interrogation," I told her, "and if you ever let go, then slave, you're in for the biggest flogging of your life."
"I shall not let it go my master," answered Anthea with a touch of defiance to her voice.
I took my hand away and watched as a few droplets of water dripped from the tip of the lemon showing. The lemon however remained firmly in place. She'd taken a firm grip and was holding it there.
I moved to Anthea's side and stretched out a hand so that the paddle rested against her reddened cheeks. I then gave her another couple of heavy pats just to remind her who was in charge.
"Now slave, it's question time," I informed her.
I had in mind that the best place to start was with Hendry, and since he was now somewhere out of the country, presumably in Europe, I hoped to get some sort of cross-link to Germany and hopefully a word or two about Boris. Anyway, I gave it my best shot.
"Now let me see slave, I think when we were talking over the phone earlier this morning, you said Hendry had gone abroad. Now, I hope you were telling me the truth and he's not going to walk in on us right this minute. The last thing I want is for him return and find me playing with his dolly bird in his own personal and private dungeon," I explained.
I don't think I asked a question, that's why I didn't get an answer. But I gave her another couple of slaps with the paddle anyway. I then put my first question to her.
"Now answer me this slave," I said for starters. "Has Hendry really gone abroad? And if so, when is he due to return?"
To speed things along, I slapped her with the paddle with a force that made her rock forward on the end of the swinging cable. I think I overdid it, but it seemed to bring the session to life.
"Hendry has truly gone away. This I swear my master," she answered. "He flew out to Paris yesterday and he will not be back for at least a week, so we are safe down here. He will not turn up."
I think I was a little disappointed to hear Paris. I was hoping to hear some German city mentioned. But never mind, I carried on with the next logical question.
"Then tell me slave, if this is true, what is the name of the hotel he is stopping at?" I said.
I think Anthea giggled under her breath, so I slapped her hard with the paddle just to remind her that we were still playing our little game.
"Hendry does not stop at a hotel when he's in Paris. He's in partnership with a syndicate and he part owns a club out there. He stays at the club," Anthea explained.
I was starting to see a picture, and I was curious to learn more.
"Well slave, if what you say is true, then tell me, what is this club called?" I asked.
I recalled something Hugo said when I first enquired about Hendry's club. He asked me; 'which one?'. I was expecting the Paris club to be called something very similar. However, that was not to be.
"It is called the 'Club D'Apollo' my master," she answered.
I guess I wasn't too surprised. At least the Greek god theme tied in with all the statues at Hendry's club in London and in the hallway of his home.
"What's the place look like slave? Is it the same as Hendry's club in this country? Are there statues everywhere?" I asked.
Anthea shook her head and the momentum started a small twisting motion in the cable. I slapped her hard with the paddle. This triggered an immediate response.
"Master, I cannot answer, I have never been to Paris with Hendry," she told me.
I was a little surprised with this answer. I think if I had a willing chick like Anthea, I'd take her everywhere.
"What? You've never been to Paris with Hendry?" I questioned.
Anthea shook her head again.
"Hendry never takes me or anyone on his business trips," she stated. "He always insists on going alone."
I took stock of where this conversation was heading. I was hearing a lot about Hendry, his clubs and his travel habits, but the trouble was, none of this was getting me any nearer to Boris. I was even beginning to wonder whether Anthea knew anything about the mysterious German. I decided to set a general question.
"What do you know about this club in Paris then slave?" I asked. "Give me some details."
Anthea shook her head again and the cable rocked some more.
"My master, I know nothing more than what I've already told you. Please believe me. Hendry does not confide in me with any of his business transactions," she told me.
I guess had to believe her, but I slapped her with the paddle anyway, this time with the rough face in a downwards motion that sliced and scraped against the skin.
"That's not good enough slave," I told her. "I want positive answers."
I think the slap with the paddle really stung. For the first time I got a reaction. Anthea's body shuddered. This was then followed by a sharp intake of breath. She was still gasping for breath when she spoke again.
"I know… Hendry… has… other… clubs,… but where… I do not know.… I cannot tell you… Please… my Master,… I know… nothing else,… please believe me," she pleaded.
I could see that all this was getting me nowhere. And besides, did I really want to know about Hendry's other clubs? The information was probably already available. Hugo in Birmingham would most likely know them all, as would Harry Bell of the Drugs Squad. So why was I bothering extracting information I could get from other sources?
I decided to bring our little interrogation to a close. I was now of the opinion that if I was ever going to learn anything about Boris, then Hugo's club in Birmingham would be a better place to start. At least I knew that the German was a member there, I knew that a girl called Doreen was a regular with him.
I gave Anthea one final slap with the paddle, and I must admit I hit her a lot harder than intended. I guess my mind was on other things at the time and my aim was poor. I caught her on the thigh. She shuddered and began to turn in a light spin.
But that was not the only reaction. The blow caught Anthea unawares and seemingly at a time when her concentration was low. Suddenly the lemon shot from her fanny like a bullet from a gun. It hit the floor with enough force to split the rind. Two melting ice cubes, now very much reduced in size, followed with a splatter to the floor.
Immediately Anthea started bleating. It sounded like she was genuinely sorry.
"I'm so sorry my Master… I did not mean to let the lemon go my Master… please do not punish me my Master," she pleaded.
As I stood there wondering what my reactions should be, the twisting motion on the cable brought Anthea's face into view. I could detect a smirk. I was going to take pity on her, but after seeing that look, there was no doubt in my mind that the bitch was absolutely enjoying every minute of this. I'd even go as far as to say that she deliberately released the lemon in order to receive a punishment.
I therefore did not disappoint her.
"Slave, you have failed the test. You must now be punished," I informed her.
As Anthea twisted away in the opposite direction, I detected that same little smirk on her face. She was hot and loving it.
"I have failed you my Master, and I must be punished as my Master thinks fit," she answered just as her face turned away from view.
I waited for her face to appear on the next swing before revealing her punishment.
"Slave, your punishment is to receive twelve strokes from the rough side of this paddle," I announced.
I saw Anthea bite at her bottom lip. I was thinking that perhaps the punishment was a little too severe. But then that smirk appeared again and immediately I could tell that she was looking forward to it.
"Whatever my Master thinks best," she answered, "I will take my punishment, for I am nothing but a miserable slave."
I looked down at the split lemon lying on the floor and had an idea. I picked it up and held it to her mouth.
"Open wide slave," I told her.
Anthea opened up her mouth and I forced the lemon between her teeth. Juice began to trickle down her cheeks and she sucked in the rest.
"Keep it in your mouth slave," I told her, and then warned; "and if it should come out of this orifice, then you're in for the biggest spanking of your life."
I took this action to stop her speaking. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. My mind was already making plans for the rest of the day. Today was Saturday. If I was to return my hired Jaguar, I needed to do it before the garage closed at five o'clock. After that my next opportunity would be Monday morning. My plan was to return by train to Birmingham that evening. I would spend the night at Sandy's and visit Hugo's the following day. I would also have my old Volvo Estate back, and that was something I was looking forward too.
I stopped the swaying motion and took up position. I extended my arm and took aim. With the rough side of the paddle I struck her hard, and at the same time giving a slicing slap that raked down across the naked flesh.
"One," I counted then quickly struck again.
I meted out all twelve strokes without a breather and with no more than a few seconds between each. By the time the twelfth stroke landed, Anthea's backside was looking decidedly raw and tender. To my relief the lemon stayed in the mouth. I don't know what I would have done if she'd spat it out. My arm was getting tired.
I dropped the paddle and walked across to the winch control. I pressed the 'down' button and lowered Anthea to the floor. I then set about undoing the straps.
When she was free, I told her: "Game's over now sweetheart, you can be yourself again. And thanks for being a good sport."
Anthea, after massaging her chaffed wrists and delicately touching the tender parts of her backside, removed the lemon from her mouth, but not before sucking as much juice out of it as possible.
I poured out a very large whisky and soda for myself, and a dry martini for Anthea. I added some ice and handed it to Anthea.
"I'm not sure about the lemon," I remarked. "Is there any juice left?"
Anthea chuckled, then took the glass and held it high.
We clinked glasses.
"Cheers," we both said.
Anthea downed her glass in one go. I did the same. I guess we were thirsty.
"What next lover boy?" asked Anthea when the drink was finished.
My plan was to get away from here as soon as possible, but obviously I couldn't tell her that.
"What have you in mind sweetheart?" I said and throwing the question back at her.
I think that was my biggest mistake. I should have thought first before answering, but I guess my mind was elsewhere at the time.
"I was thinking that lover boy might keep his little promise to me," she replied.
I think I already knew, but I asked anyway.
"What promise was that then sweetheart?" I asked.
Anthea giggled.
"Lover boy, you promised to handcuff me to the bed and fuck me until I shouted stop. Remember?" she said with glee to her voice.
I couldn't think of a way out of this predicament, but to be quite truthful, I don't think I tried very hard.
I looked to my watch. It wasn't midday yet, so I still had plenty of time for a bedroom romp. I set myself a deadline of being away from here by four o'clock. That would give me enough time to return the Jaguar, book out of my hotel, and catch a train back to Birmingham.
Anthea, still naked, put an arm under mine and started to lead me away. I could see that she was keen on getting me into her bedroom. It was a case of 'said the spider to the fly', I think, and I was caught in her web. On the way out she even stepped over her negligée on the floor and showed no intentions of ever getting dressed again.
"I'll collect and tidy up everything later," she told me as we passed through the door and started to ascend the stairs to Hendry's office.
I handed her the keys. She sealed the secret entrance to the dungeon with the golden key and watched as the filing cabinet trundled its way back into the room. I had one last look around just to check that I'd left no incriminating evidence behind, then followed Anthea out of the office.
Locked arm in arm once more we set off down the long corridor to the hallway. As we entered the grand, spacious hall, complete with chandelier and circled by statues of Greek gods, I stopped. Anthea, holding onto my arm, stopped too. I don't know why I stopped. Even though I'd seen the splendour all before, I think I was still in awe and wanted to take it all in.
I was curious.
"Did Hendry design all this?" I asked.
Anthea shook her head.
"No," she answered, "Hendry leaves all the decorative and fancy work to Boris."
My mouth dropped to my chest. The last word I was expecting to issue from Anthea's lips was Boris.
"Boris!" I choked.
I just couldn't believe it. Here I was trying to make some sort of connection between Boris and Hendry's club in Paris, and all the time he was a designer of elaborate hallways.
"Yes Boris,… Boris Von Reidler," she answered, "he's an international trader that Hendry's known for quite some time now. He's in the import and export business. He gets the statues shipped in from somewhere in Europe. He also got us this chandelier and most of the other expensive looking stuff about the house."
I leaned over and kissed Anthea on the cheek.
"Has anybody ever told you how bloody marvellous you are?" I told her.
Anthea giggled as I tweaked a nipple.
"Better take me to bed Woody, and find out for yourself," she replied.
 
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End of Chapter Fourteen