The Manga Girl (28 page)

Chapter Forty

     
Nick stood before Lucy in the dungeon. They were both still naked and he guessed that would probably be their standard attire from now on.

     
After their alfresco copulation, they had gone into the kitchen where Lucy had been fed. Yuriko had laid out two plastic bowls on the floor, one containing water, the other, a rather unpalatable-looking meaty paste. On her hands and knees, like the family pet, she had devoured all of the food, and lapped up most of the water. As Nick watched, he realized that even though it had only been a couple of days, he was already becoming accustomed to seeing the girl he loved being treated in such a demeaning manner. With a start, he realized that, just as she was being reconditioned, so was he.

     
Now Lucy was lying on her back on a wooden box which was about two feet high and sitting flush against a vertical support beam. Earlier, Nick had watched as Satoru had bound her expertly in place. Using hemp rope, he had tied her thumbs to a metal ring at the back of the beam. Likewise, he had bound each of her big toes to two more rings on either side of the beam, which forced her to raise and part her legs, leaving her sex and asshole exposed and vulnerable. Finally, he had wrapped more rope around each of her legs just below the knee, and fastened them to rings on each side of the box, rendering her immobile.

     
The large rubber ball gag that Satoru had inserted into her mouth, had suggested to Nick that there would be some painful times ahead for Lucy today. Looking at the array of objects laid out on the small metal trolley beside him confirmed it and he shuddered inwardly. Satoru had quickly cottoned on to Lucy’s aversion to anal penetration, and he intended to exploit it to the full. She had already had an electrical probe forced in there, followed by the hot oil enema.

     
Satoru had already informed him in which order they were to be used, and now Nick picked up a plastic syringe from the trolley. It was about six inches long, with an inch-long nozzle, which Nick would have to stick inside Lucy’s butt. Yuriko - who had been relieved by Satoru of her maid’s uniform, and was now clad only in her pumps, stockings and panties - had been ordered to prepare a basinful of warm, soapy water which she now placed on the trolley. Nick put the nozzle of the syringe into the mixture and pulled the plunger up. He watched the liquid rise up the tube and when it was full, he placed the tip against Lucy’s puckered asshole. He paused for a moment, making eye contact and saw an indignant look flash in her eyes. Although it didn’t help his own cause much, this was a good sign that she was still fighting back.

     
Nick pushed forward and after a brief resistance, her sphincter muscles accepted the intruding object. Lucy’s body tensed and she breathed rapidly through her nose as Nick slowly emptied the contents of the syringe into her bowels. When he removed it, he was surprised to see Yuriko quickly press her thumb over Lucy’s anus. She glanced at him apologetically and Nick refilled the syringe. The basin contained perhaps two liters of water and Nick had no idea how much he was supposed to deposit inside Lucy. Evidently acting under orders, Yuriko would keep Lucy’s anal opening sealed until she was told otherwise.

     
After receiving the third syringe, Lucy began to fidget uncomfortably and make whimpering noises through the gag. When Nick injected another, she tried in vain to lift her ass off the box. By the time Nick had drawn out the entire contents of the bowl, Lucy was screaming into the ball gag and pulling frantically at her bonds. Nick looked over at Satoru who watched Lucy’s protestations impassively. He let five more minutes pass before allowing Yuriko to remove her thumb. Nick could see the tension leave Lucy’s face as she quickly ejected the liquid in a series of noisy spurts.

     
Nick reached over to select the next item and Lucy twisted her neck to follow him. From her position, she could see everything on the trolley which meant the poor girl knew exactly what was still to come - and her next bodily invasion would come from a glass dildo which Yuriko had brought down from the kitchen in a small ice cooler. When Nick took it out, it was so cold he almost dropped it. As he lowered the torpedo-shaped vessel towards her, he accidentally bumped it against her labia, and Lucy let out a muffled squeak as her asshole contracted visibly.

     
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Nick muttered, and knowing that Satoru would not hesitate to use the steel rod on her if he refused, began to twist the ice-cold phallus into Lucy’s rectal passage.

     
“Mmph!” Every sinew in Lucy’s body strained as she bucked so violently that she actually managed to raise her ass cheeks an inch off the wooden box. Nick watched with abhorrent fascination as the glass tube slipped inside of her. Lucy’s eyes bulged as her previously warmed-up rectum, reacted to the shock of the icy trespasser. Nick could hardly bring himself to look at her as she shook her head from side to side, imploring him with her eyes to remove the frigid dildo. He glanced down and saw that with only the base visible, she was now impaled on six inches of frozen glass.

     
As Nick waited impatiently for Satoru to allow him to remove it, Lucy’s writhing began to subside. Gradually, her natural body heat was overcoming the cold. As her breathing leveled out, Satoru grunted his next order and Nick slid the dildo out of Lucy’s asshole.

     
Now came item number three, the one Nick was dreading the most - a small wire bottle brush. He rubbed his thumb along its length and was a little relieved to discover that the bristles were soft and fine. Nevertheless, by entering such a tender and intimate part of Lucy’s anatomy, it was sure to cause intense irritation - but again, he knew he had no choice. Seeing that Lucy’s anus was still stretched open, he saw an opportunity to minimize her agony. Wincing, he quickly pushed the brush inside just before the hole closed up around it. At the touch of the tormenting nylon bristles against her soft interior flesh, Lucy made a strangled sound that would have been heard in the garden if not for the ball gag in her mouth. Nevertheless Nick was compelled to keep inserting the brush until only the wire handle protruded from Lucy’s body. Her eyes blazing, the hemp rope attached to her toes twanged as Lucy fought to free herself. The pain must have been excruciating, but Satoru wasn’t done yet.

     
“Clean,” he said to Nick, making a to and fro motion with his hand.

     
With a despairing sigh, Nick gripped the handle and pulled the brush back, and again, he heard a mournful wail coming from deep within Lucy’s throat. When the brush was almost free, he pushed it back in, and sent Lucy into a frenzy, thumping her head against the wooden box. Once more Nick drew the irritating bristles back, scratching at the soft lining of her rectal passage. Noticing a trace of blood on the bristles, Nick looked at Satoru imploringly and thankfully he called a halt to the proceedings.

     
After Nick withdrew the brush as cautiously as he could, Lucy snorted heavily through her nostrils, her bruised breasts rising and falling. Nick desperately wanted to comfort her in some way but the expression in her dark eyes told him she would not have been very receptive to anyone at that moment.

     
Now Satoru told Nick to move on to the final instrument of Lucy’s suffering – Nick’s own cock. The last half an hour had been anything but a turn-on for Nick, and he was totally soft. He glanced at Satoru and shrugged, desperately hoping his impotence wouldn’t mean Lucy receiving a beating from the cruel steel rod.

     
But Satoru had an answer for everything. He spoke to Yuriko who positioned herself on her knees and began to massage Nick with her fingers. Her touch was light and proficient as she stroked him to a semi-erection, and then she poked out her little pink tongue, and began to lick the entire length of his shaft. Gently, she sucked on his scrotum and then kissed his glans and very soon he was ready, a sticky line of pre-ejaculate coming away with her lips as she concluded her task.

     
Nick entered Lucy’s back passage as gently as he could, but still managed to elicit a distressed groan. She must have been rubbed raw in there, and the tears she squeezed out of the corner of her eye as he steadily rocked into her, confirmed it.

     
It took him a while to come, even with Lucy’s rectal muscles clutching his shaft. Then with a jerk and a grunt, he emptied his seed into Lucy’s bowels. He pulled out immediately, keen to provide her with relief. Lucy remained where she was - trussed up, and legs splayed, her asshole red and swollen.

     
Reluctantly, Nick forced himself to look into her eyes, and he almost recoiled at what he saw - there was no light left in them at all.

Chapter Forty-One

     
If the day had been all about pain, it looked like the evening entertainment would revolve around Lucy’s abject degradation. Johnny Ho, who had again come up from New York with Ken Yamaguchi, was orchestrating proceedings, and he had clearly been giving them a lot of thought.

     
Lucy and Yuriko once again performed as waitresses over dinner, and for the first time since Nick had been detained, Lucy was clothed - at least partially. He wasn’t sure who had concocted her get-up but the effect was comical and yet strangely titillating. She was dressed in a tight black leather miniskirt, knee length white socks, and shiny red flat sandals. She remained topless - the only adornments being two silver jingle bells attached by clips to her nipples - and she was wearing a bright pink bob-cut wig. She had also been blindfolded, and her ankles had been chained together, ensuring she could only take little baby steps. As she hobbled out of the kitchen, her bells tinkling, and a look of anxiety on her unseeing face, she looked both ridiculous and, Nick thought guiltily, quite delightful.

     
Satoru guided her towards the table and when she felt the edge bump against her thighs, she shakily lowered her serving tray.

     
“Ah,” said Johnny Ho. “Here’s our blind and crippled manga girl.”

     
Nick glanced at him sharply.
Manga girl?
Had one of them told him about Miki? If so, how many more of their personal secrets had they revealed under the influence of the scopolamine? It was gradually dawning upon Nick that Johnny Ho was now ready to start adding psychological humiliation to Lucy’s physical torments - and he may have gathered plenty of ammunition with which to apply it.

     
“Yes, Nick,” Johnny Ho said, seeming to read his thoughts. “I know all about your cosplay games. I thought that was interesting, because she never did any of that stuff with me. I guess you brought out the best in her.”

     
They had already consumed several pre-dinner whiskeys and worryingly, Johnny Ho was sounding a little drunk.

     
When Yuriko came in next, Nick thought that the diminutive girl had never looked so fuckable as he perused her outfit - a diamond net body stocking and six-inch black heels. With her hair pulled into a tight bun, and her almond shaped eyes enhanced with black eyeliner, she was stunning. The wide mesh of the body stocking did nothing to hide the exquisite details of her small brown nipples and neatly trimmed bush, and Nick noticed Ken Yamaguchi run his tongue along his lower lip. It looked as though the two yakuza men were in the mood for a party.

     
Like the girls, Nick was also underdressed for dinner. When Kono had fetched him from his room, he had instructed him to wear only his boxers. Now, at the sight of Yuriko, his cock leaped into action, popping out of the opening. Nick surreptitiously tucked it between his thighs, realizing that once again, something must have been slipped into his drink.

     
Over dinner, Johnny Ho and Ken Yamaguchi conversed in their native tongue, again largely ignoring Nick, and he found his mind wandering to what might be happening in the outside world. He had been here for, he thought, five days, and twice he had been given access to his cell phone to call home. He had told his parents that he was up at the Great Lakes and that he expected to return to work in a month. They had sounded concerned but understood his heartbreak and seemed to accept what he told them.

     
The call to Sid had gone slightly differently. Old Bob was basically okay with Nick’s sudden flight, Sid had told him, and his job was secure, but Sid seemed to sense that something was amiss. Maybe, Nick had thought, it had been that talk about scopolamine. Nick had had plenty of opportunities to drop hidden clues during the phone call, but now more than ever, he didn’t want to embroil any more of his friends in this awful situation. Suave, professional mobster or not, Johnny Ho was clearly unhinged and capable of anything.

     
Lucy meanwhile, had been forced to tell Aunt Akiko that Nick had indeed come to the cabin, but that he had left after she had confirmed that their relationship was over. She had also called Summer, and said she was taking a break from college to spend time with Johnny Ho. Summer, like Sid, had sounded suspicious but Lucy had insisted she was okay. Neither of them it seemed wanted to jeopardize the safety of their friends.

     
So for all intents and purposes, it all seemed to fit. They were both alive and well, and had gone their separate ways. There was no justification for anyone to call the police, and even if they did, what was there to report? That Nick’s girlfriend had gone back to her former lover?

     
When Nick came out of his reverie, he was surprised to find that he had cleared his plate. He was feeling that enhanced sensory horniness again, and not for the first time, wondered how he had managed to get himself caught up in this frighteningly absurd scenario.

     
After dinner they retired to the lounge area where Johnny Ho, Yamaguchi and Nick reclined in the comfortable armchairs, drinks in hand. Nick’s erection inside his boxers was embarrassingly obvious, but by now he had become used to exposing himself in front of the present company.

     
“It’s time to find out how much progress Lucy has made,” Johnny Ho announced. “Tonight, we’re going to test her obedience, and her willingness to please.” He looked at Nick and added menacingly, “For her sake, I hope she doesn’t fail to impress me.”

     
Satoru led the two girls back out from the kitchen and lined them up in front of the empty fireplace. They were both still dressed as they had been during dinner, except that Lucy’s blindfold and chain had been removed. Nick studied her eyes as she stood before her tormentors, and saw nothing in them but dull resignation.

     
“So,” Johnny Ho said. “Are you ready, Lucy?”

     
Lucy, who had been staring vacantly at the far wall, blinked at the sound of her name, but did not respond. Looking displeased, Johnny Ho looked at Satoru who spoke sharply in Japanese and marched towards her, once more brandishing the terrible metal rod. Immediately, Lucy turned her back to the audience and bent forward, touching her toes. The short skirt rose up, showing off the twin globes of her buttocks, and the tidy folds between them. Satoru stood to one side and touched the cold steel against her soft flesh. Anticipating the searing pain to come, Lucy’s legs began to tremble.

     
“I’ll try again,” Johnny Ho said. “Are you ready to please me, Lucy?”

     
Still displaying her bare ass to the room, Lucy said, “Yes, sir.”

     
It was the first time Nick had heard her speak since the phone call in Jenny’s Tavern, and her voice was thicker, maybe due to the drug cocktail she was receiving, or perhaps the studs in her tongue.

     
“Well we’re going to find out. If I’m not satisfied with your attitude, you’ll have another week of pain conditioning with Satoru. Stand up and turn around.”

     
Her thighs quivering, and bells tinkling, Lucy complied.

     
“Look at me,” Johnny Ho commanded.

     
She lowered her eyes to meet his.

     
“Who do you love?”

     
Nick shot Johnny Ho a sideways glance.
Here comes territory-marking time,
he thought.

     
After a brief hesitation, Lucy said, “I love you, Johnny.”

     
“And nobody else?”

     
“No, Johnny.”

     
“What about Nick?”

     
Keeping her eyes fixed on him, Lucy said, “Only you, Johnny.”

     
“Did you ever love Nick?” asked Johnny Ho.

     
“No.” Lucy’s responses were even and automatic. Despite the fact that he knew Lucy was under duress, the dialogue was making Nick feel increasingly despondent.

     
“Why did you start sleeping with him, then?” Johnny Ho pressed.

     
“Because. . .” Now she stole a glance in Nick’s direction. “Because I’m a horny slut.”

     
Johnny Ho smiled in satisfaction. “Yes you are, you little bitch. Now tell Nick who else you slept with. Tell him what you told me
while
you were under the influence of scopolamine.”

     
Nick leaned forward in his seat and felt his heart rate increase as Lucy said, “I slept with his friend, Jason.”