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SYNOPSIS
Jodie has not seen her former lover for twenty years, not since he spent her wedding night fucking her, while her husband was out for the count on the floor beside the bed.
But when she sets eyes on Drake again she cannot help herself and they pick up where they left off, he now a rich man and wanting to get involved in the local BDSM scene – well, it turns out he is more interested in becoming a fully-blown sadist.
Their affair leads her to abandon her lifestyle, she arranging for her husband and three 'children' to be taken into captivity and turned into slaves to slake Drake and hers unquenchable lusts. To assist in their tasks, Drake already possesses an underground complex that includes what he refers to as The Panic Room – a place where slaves learn to panic. It’s fully equipped with everything they need, including a large nest of wasps that he uses to help break any resistance.
Then four members of the management committee of U.P.S.S. (it's nothing to do with a postal service) arrive to see if they can join their specialist sadists’ organisation – and it certainly changes their lives for ever.
After a few problems with the first edition - we are delighted to now be able to offer you this re-edited edition. The essential plot is the same as the 1st edition but inconsistencies and other misconceptions have been rectified. All characters are at least 18 years of age even if referred to derogatorily as 'children'.
WARNING: Contains some extreme content that some readers may find sickening and disturbing - if you are easily offended then this is one to avoid!
EXTRACT
Holding up what looked something like a clear-plastic goldfish bowl, he pushed the
opening over her left breast, she noting it had a tube about six inches in diameter and
length projecting from what should have been the base. Next thing she saw was a jar-like
container in his other hand, he shaking it before her bleary eyes. It contained thirty or
more wasps. WASPS! Deftly, he unscrewed the top from the jar, holding the opening to the
tube and tapping the container until all the wasps had moved into the goldfish bowl, he
then screwing the top over the end of the tube.
“I didn’t know whether to go in for bees, wasps or hornets. But bees can only
sting once and hornets might be a bit too powerful. We’ll see,” Drake said, all too
nonchalantly for Michaela’s liking, she staring in disbelief, wondering how anyone could
be so evil.
“Ooooooh, honey, I bet this is going to be real fun,” her mother said, slavering
like a rabid dog, several of her fingers playing with her vagina.
Drake tapped the bowl repeatedly, the insects getting angrier and angrier, causing a
buzzing noise that seemed to vibrate the plastic.
“Ouch!” Michaela yelped following the first sting. “Ouch! Ouch! Oouch! Oouuch!”
The pain was increasing with every poison-filled prick. He kept tapping the bowl. The
wasps were getting angrier. “Argh! Arrgh! Arrrgh! Arrrgggh!”
“Yes, this is real fun,” Drake oozed, his left hand now stroking back and forth
along his penis, it jutting out from his body at ninety degrees.
“Yeeeeeeaaahhh! Make the fuuuuuucking slut squeal!” her mother shrieked, left
hand now nearly fully inserted in her vagina.
Michaela’s skin was oozing fear-induced perspiration, it trickling in rivulets,
some of it flowing into her eyes and irritating them ever more. Her head seemed to spin.
Her brain was on fire. Her breast felt like it was being used as a pincushion for ten
thousand red-hot needles. The striped tormentors were in an attacking frenzy, stinging and
stinging, delivering a constant stream of pain, emptying the contents of their poison
sacks into her tender flesh. “Arrrgggh! Arrrgggh! Arrrggghhh! Aaarrrggghhh! Aaarrrggghhh!
AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHH!” Then, she passed out.
