BACK IN THE UK - PART 2 - THE BRIDE WORE LEATHER

 

In a cold dungeon somewhere in Sicily the young woman struggled to stand still on her feet. She was completely naked. Her hands had been tied behind her and her elbows tied so that they were touching. Then a chain from a winch set in the ceiling had been lowered and her bound hands roped to a hook at the end of the chain. She had been pulled up into a strict strappado. For a bondage model it was a pose that could be held for perhaps half an hour, some might manage an hour. This particular woman was not a bondage model and the strappado was in its fourth hour.

To add to her agonies, brutal alligator clamps with electrodes had been attached to her nipples and pussy lips. A three inch diameter, eight inch metal dildo was still in place in her vagina. It too was wired.

She had been regularly hoisted by her hands, so that her feet were off the floor and the current had been turned on. She was sure that she had told them everything that she knew but for the fifteenth time she retold the same story.

Her travelling companion was facing away from her, kneeling naked in front of a grey haired man in his sixties. She was sucking his cock for all that she was worth in the hope that she did not have to endure the agonies of her companion. She could not see those agonies but she had heard them and the screams would stay with her for the rest of her short life.

The man sitting next to the elderly man was talking to him in Italian. The gist of the conversation was as follows:

'Uncle is this torture really necessary, she has told us what she knows nearly three hours ago. Please release her from her agony.'

To which the elderly man replied 'Enrico, you have grown soft and now you are here hiding from the FBI. You will watch and you will learn that traitors to the family cannot escape and will be punished. Your brother would approve of this. Did he not order Tomas Costa to kill the others'?

He turned to the young woman dressed in black who was holding the controls to the winch that would raise the woman again. 'Serena, di nuovo, per favore.' he said. She pressed the button with obvious glee. Enrico had to endure another half hour of watching the torture. He wished he had his pistol to put her out of her misery.

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At the same time that the young woman was hoisted for the last time before she died, three cars turned into the car park at Jamaica Inn, in Cornwall. David Williams, driving the Bentley Flying Spur, could afford to dine in far more luxurious surroundings but he was revisiting his childhood as he took his fiancée, Andrea Margaron, to meet his parents.

The eight occupants disembarked from the cars and made their way to the restaurant, where they queued for their lunch and then took two tables. The mood was happy and they were looking forward to the week long holiday but especially to the wedding of David and Andrea They had left Project Dominus back in Cheshire, at least in terms of the workload, but that was still the a subject of conversation at the tables. At David's table his accountant slaves, Gwen and Rachael were talking grants and finance for the project, which seemed to require more and more cash.

Daresbury Global Holdings owned 20 shops in the UK and they were now being fitted out under the Dominus brand name and logo. The stock would be arriving any day from the US, this time with the blessing of the European Commission. It came from two of his American companies, Whips-R-US and Fetish-4-U. The former name would not be used in Europe because 'US could be misread for US, as in USA. No way could the customers be led to think that American companies would dominate the market. If they did, then the goods would not sell well except in the UK and even there he knew problems would be encountered. But for the moment, the name change was only a fig leaf hiding reality.