CHAPTER 1

 

Was it less than an hour ago, Sarah thought, that they had been driven here through the traffic? Driven to this place of perverted evil, surrounded by happy carefree people on the passing streets unknowing of the fate to which she and her husband had to subject themselves whenever it suited their tormentors? They hadn't been dragged here kicking and screaming, they had submitted themselves to it; they had to.

Sometimes they were allowed to drive here in one of their own cars; usually they chose their cheapest one - a year old Vauxhall - in case these swine decided to damage it whilst she and her husband were undergoing their enforced 'training.' This time however, was one of those occasions when they were told, when summoned, to travel by rail - it was just to make life difficult she assumed. After around half an hour on a dirty crowded train, they walked out of the station at Maidstone in the so called Garden of England in Kent to be met after half a mile of walking out of town on the designated road by the dirty and unobtrusive white van driven by one of their tormentors.

They had to climb unceremoniously into back, Sarah hitching up her clothes to do so. Then they would bump and sway off on their journey to depravity in the large secluded mansion in one of the outlying villages of Maidstone.

In theory, it should have been so easy to say enough is enough and resist the cruel and violent creepy perverts in whose power they were. But this was reality, not theory. And if they did, if they dared to resist the Oriental demons who controlled them...? Well, then they faced arrest, ruin and humiliation such was the hold their cruel and violent blackmailers had over them. From their first original misdemeanour, the sadists had woven a web which embraced herself and her husband and undoubtedly send them both to prison. And then there would be the shame of everything they had done being revealed to the World. Oh yes, the bastards had shown her the films they had taken and which would be released anonymously on the internet if they didn't fully play along.

At their destination, they had climbed out of the van feeling as if they had been delivered here like two pieces of junk. It was a chilly day and Sarah was glad of her thick coat over her jeans and jumper. And beside her Robert also zipped his jacket higher as a protection against the wind as they were, as usual, kept waiting on the doorstep of the large mansion to which they always had to report. The van had driven off round the back somewhere; they were ostensibly alone.

She had raised her eyes in mock joviality to her husband, linking her hand through his arm. As much as anything it helped to control her trembling and gave her a little moral support as they waited for whatever ordeals today's visit might bring.

She felt Robert's arm comfortingly slide around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. Yet if anything, that simple and so natural touch made her feel sad and bitter that they were forced to offer such comfort to each other simply because they knew they would suffer at the whim of the sadists who had summoned them. She turned her head slightly so that her husband wouldn't see the tear trickling down her face.

On previous visits, she would have seen her expensive car perched on the secluded gravel drive, waiting for them when they were deemed to have completed that day's punishment. The expensive shining metal was a reminder of their status and making the comparison with their helpless torment even harder to bear. But now the drive was empty, they had been brought here and were now just two forlorn and lost souls outside a place of evil. She was only thankful the driveway was long and being screened from the road by tall trees, none could see their shame of simply standing around like unwanted guests.

It took her considerable self control to not just say 'sod it then,' sod being kept waiting like naughty children and leave. But that would have been no easy matter in the middle of the countryside and with no mobile phones. They were forbidden to bring their phones with them. Even so, a walk to the nearest pub and then summoning a taxi would have been possible. Yet she knew that if they dared step out of line that, it would only antagonise their tormentors and result in more suffering that they might otherwise expect. There was no way out, they were trapped and both of them knew it. But at least this was their last day of pain and shame here - tomorrow they would get their lives back - she knew they mustn't jeopardise that.

Finally, the heavy door had opened with a creak at the hand of a fat, balding Oriental man, probably in his late fifties or early sixties, who Sarah assumed was a butler. This was a departure, they hadn't seen him before. The man just stood there, his flabby face inscrutable, just staring at them, the door resting against his paunch. Normally one of their teenage tormentors answered the door. It threw her slightly to be met by a stranger.

"We're expected - by Miss Ming or Mr Sing," Robert broke the silence first.

"When door is answered, inferiors always bow to their superiors," the man's voice was quite high pitched, almost breathless. "Now you knock again, and don't forget manners - if I decide door is to be opened again."

Sarah opened her mouthy to say something but the heavy door shut in her face. Her fists were balls of anger and tension but she managed to straighten her fingers sufficiently to clasp the knocker again.

A full minute of frustration passed. It became increasingly difficult to resist the fatal urge to cut and run. It was not as if they wanted to enter that abode of evil. That was the last thing they wanted to do. Yet if they didn't go in, they knew the consequences would be dire. It was the just about the lesser of two evils. Her teeth chewed her full lips until finally the door creaked opened again.

Gritting her teeth, Sarah bowed to the creep, seeing Robert do the same. When she straightened up she could have clawed the look of amusement from the fat bastard's shining face, but she didn't; she daren't.

"It good to see Western scum, even pretty Western scum," he patted her bottom, "know their place; follow me, and shut door behind you please," he had finally pronounced, before leading them on the familiar route. When Robert closed the heavy door behind them the sound had almost an element of finality. It shut them away from the outside world - preparing them for humiliation and pain.

It was quite chilly in the conservatory to which they had been led. From there they could see the garden where they normally had to toil like slaves. Her breath hung in the air as she obediently stood to attention beside Robert in the manner they knew was demanded. The man waddled his bulk around them slowly, his eyes almost peeling away their clothes. Yet it was almost more unsettling when he peered closely at her flinching face; his unpleasant breath making her nostrils twitch.

"Yes... I wanted especially to see you, see what you were like; I hear much about you. I see more of you later," he stroked her hair, making her cheek quiver in dread at the unsettling words as the ponderous creep departed. They stood in silence for five minutes. Then Sarah found her breathing quickening in dread at the soft pad of footsteps coming towards them along a corridor.

"It quite cold today eh?" the Chinese, 20 year old young man seemingly read her mind as he touched Sarah's cheek, making her shiver. The man was small but vicious.

"Yes Sir," absolute cringing servility was the only safe response to the man, Sing, or his even more vicious twin, Ming.

"And yet you soon warm up when your clothes are off. There's a gentleman here who for some reason is quite looking forward to seeing you undressed. You enjoy flashing yourself at him won't you, maybe f-king him?"

"Y-yes Sir."