"Of course," American says the tattoo covered man, "After all, I'll need you help selling her to the Jamaican and his pit of monsters once she's trained."
The woman folds her arms across her chest, under her large breasts and studies Charlotte's naked body with calculating eyes. "Good,"
Charlotte's mind wheels again. There's too much going on for her to keep up with. Who are these people? Her body aches from being fucked hard and roughly up against the church ruins. She's given no more time to be confused, though, as the German pulls on her leash again and starts back up the hill.
There's little conversation as the three lead the way, Charlotte concentrates on not falling over or stepping on something sharp in her bare feet. Her master and the woman discuss two other "projects"; one a local female student who plays a lot of console games and another young man. Both are being drugged by the group.
The young man is sexually attracted to his sister, whom he lives with, and the woman has been slipping him a potion that raises his sexual hunger while lowering his decision making skills for the last two weeks. Both the tattoo covered master and woman are confident their hidden cameras will film an incest rape within the week. With the tape they plan on blackmailing the sister into performing for an Internet broadcast.
The female gamer has been drugged with something that clouds her perception of reality and fantasy. The woman, who seems to have planned both projects, is posing as a trusted therapist for the gaming girl and is hoping she'll be treated to a computer game inspired dream in which the student is fucked by two beastmen warriors.
Charlotte is almost too numb to take in the details of these perverted projects but is horribly aware of just how much she enjoyed eavesdropping on the conversation. She also notices how quiet the second man is. He is either submissive to the woman or not interested in either project.
It takes about half an hour of walking up through the woodland track, up the hill, to reach the weather station. The front door unlocks with a key her rapist removes from his pocket.
When the lights flick on the inside is bright and clean. There are rows of monitors, computers and TV screens, as well as two large film cameras and sound gear. The so-called weather station looks more like a film studio to Charlotte.
The centerpiece to the room is a large, black leather chair that looks like an adapted dentist chair, with straps all over it for restraining whoever is on it.
"I want to test camera one, " explains tattoo master - but he's not talking to her, and once again he's talking to the woman . Have Hans tie the slave down face first and fuck her ass."
Heart beating violently, Charlotte starts to protest, "No, no, no please...."
~Hey, I remember me? ~ The thong speaks up for the first time in ages. |