Raw Silk

by Lisabet Sarai

  “She is fine, Harrison,” said Gregory, stepping out of the shadows.

  “Marshall?” Harrison appeared confused. “What are you doing here?”

  Gregory strode over to stand in front of Kate’s boss. Though Harrison was a big, burly man, her master was taller still, and his air of authority and menace made Edward Harrison seem to shrink.

  “Sit down, Harrison, and I will tell you a story.”

  Edward seated himself uncomfortably in one of the other chairs. He rubbed one hand nervously over the other, and darted pleading looks at Kate, as Marshall continued speaking. Kate kept her face impassive.

  “Once upon a time, there was a crook who masqueraded as a businessman. He gained the confidence of a Thai aristocrat, and convinced the Thai to invest in a new company in order to capitalise on advancing technology. The Thai sank a significant fortune into the company, a fortune that the crook coveted. The Thai was something of a playboy, but nevertheless developed a real interest in the business. So the crook was unable to pursue his long-term goal of embezzling the company assets.”

  Kate looked at Gregory. Was this true? Was Harrison stealing from DigiThai’s coffers as well as selling its intellectual property? Marshall was watching Harrison’s face, and when Kate followed his gaze, the guilty nervousness she saw in Harrison’s expression confirmed the tale.

  “The crook conceived of what he thought was a brilliant plan. Knowing his Thai partner’s weakness for the pleasures of the flesh, he hired a beautiful, sexy and intelligent young woman, ostensibly to work for their company, but actually to distract his partner’s attention from business matters.”

  Harrison glanced over at Kate. She met his gaze and held it until he dropped his eyes in shame.

  “The plan worked perfectly. The Thai was smitten by the new employee and stopped his periodic examinations of the company books.”

  “The woman turned out to be even smarter than expected. She developed an innovative new product, which the crook realised that he could sell to the competition, in order to make even more money.

  “However, she was a little too smart. She found out about the plan to sell her work, as well as her unwitting role as a decoy, and she was furious. So she came to me.”

  Gregory chuckled ominously. “That was her mistake, of course.”

  Kate searched his face anxiously, finding his tone disturbing. However, his attention was focused on his other captive.

  “I impersonated you, arranged the exchange of the goods, and got hold of the money that you had hoped for.” Marshall nodded to Noi, who brought over an attaché case that had been hidden by the trunk. He opened the case to reveal the neat stacks of beige thousand baht notes.

  Unconsciously, Edward Harrison leaned forward, his greedy eyes caressing the money before him. He actually licked his lips.

  “Yes, it is a lot of money,” said Gregory. “Five million baht. I have big plans for this cash.” Kate felt a surge of anger. Did Marshall really intend to keep these ill-gotten gains?

  “Meanwhile, Hakim and Malechevsky have not figured out yet that you double-crossed them. But they will soon.”

  “Wait a minute…” began Harrison, rising from the chair.

  “Sit down,” growled Gregory. “I’m not finished yet.” Harrison obeyed. “Lock the door, please, Noi.” Noi glided across the room, put a padlock through a hasp, and clicked it shut. “I don’t want Mr Harrison trying to leave before we are through.”

  “In addition to your partners in crime, I would expect that the Thai police would be interested in hearing this story. Not to mention Somtow Rajchitraprasong, whom I am sure you know has some powerful friends.

  “However, I will be satisfied with a private settlement of this matter.” Harrison relaxed slightly. “First of all, I want five hundred thousand baht ransom for Ms O’Neill, here. Or else, you don’t know what I will do to her, do you, Mr Harrison?”

  Harrison looked seriously worried. Meanwhile, Kate seethed. Was Gregory really this mercenary?

  “Second, you must submit yourself to the attentions of my partner, Noi, who will teach you to have more respect for women.”

  Harrison fidgeted in his chair as Noi approached. In one gesture, she unzipped her dress and flung it off her shoulders. Underneath, she wore a costume out of some fetishist’s dream.

  A black leather corset cinched her waist and elevated her naked breasts. Matching silver rings pierced her chocolate nipples. Two silver chains ran from the front of the corset to the back, between her legs. Otherwise, her sex was arrogantly bare, shaved smooth so each crevice and fold was clearly visible.

  Noi’s muscular legs were encased to mid-thigh by the supple leather of her boots. On one hip, Kate could see a vivid tattoo: a red heart speared by an arrow, engulfed in multicolour flames. Kate shivered at the formidable vision, overwhelmed by a mixture of lust and fear.

  Gregory folded his arms across his chest and gazed at Noi fondly. “Noi is my half-sister, and my pupil in the arts of discipline. However, you will find that she is far more severe than her teacher.”

  His sister! Kate felt deep relief at the knowledge that fearsome Noi was not her competitor for Gregory’s affections.

  Standing in front of Harrison with her hands on her hips, Noi spoke for the first time. Her lilting Thai-accented voice was full of steely authority. “Strip, Mr Harrison. Now.”

  Harrison began blubbering in protest, but Noi interrupted. “Now, Edward—I assume that I can call you Edward, since we are going to get quite intimate—I’m sure that you don’t want Gregory to call the police. Do you?”

  Harrison shook his head miserably.

  “Then take off that expensive suit and let’s get down to business.”

  Harrison slowly began to comply. He removed his necktie and handed it to Noi, unbuttoned his shirt, pulled his undershirt over his head. He hesitated as he began unzipping his fly. A stern glance from Noi forced him to continue.

  Before long he was standing in the middle of the room, completely nude except for his socks. “Leave them on,” said Noi, circling his pale, somewhat pudgy figure and looking him up and down. “I think that naked men look particularly ridiculous with their socks on.”

  Edward Harrison was certainly more prepossessing dressed than nude. Kate surveyed him critically, enjoying his obvious discomfiture. For a middle-aged man, he was not in terrible shape, just a little bulge here, a little sag there. His skin was pale and soft-looking, though, and he looked amazingly vulnerable. I imagine that his skin will mark nicely in response to the whip, thought Kate, and then was shocked at herself.

  “Down on your hands and knees,” said Noi. Awkwardly, Harrison obeyed. Noi strode around him. “Now, what should I do with you, Edward?” she said. She paused behind him, and put one booted foot on his raised buttocks. “Perhaps you’d like my boot heel up your ass,” she said sweetly, running the stiletto lightly up and down the crack between his cheeks.

  “No, no…” choked Harrison, clearly terrified.

  “No? Well, let me think of something else.” She paused for a moment, her heel still teasingly close to Harrison’s anus. “I know just the thing for you,” she said. “Don’t move,” she added as she crossed the room to the trunk.

  She returned with her arms full of paraphernalia, which she set on the table. “You are going to be my little pony, Edward. I’m sure that you’ll like that.”

  From the pile, she fished out a mass of leather straps. She fitted this over Harrison’s head. Kate could see that it was intended to simulate a bridle, complete with a soft bit that fitted between Harrison’s jaws.

  Kate’s sex burned as she remembered her fantasies in the Singapore hotel room. She knew what came next.

  Noi was holding a long tassel of blondish hair. “You will be my little palomino,” she told Harrison. She showed him the tail, and the bulging rubber plug to which is was attached. Edward moaned, perhaps in protest, but with the bit in his mouth he was unintelligible.

  Noi
crouched down in front of him, her knees on either side of his head. She squirted some lubricant into her palm and spread it over the hard rubber, holding the obscene object only inches from his face. “If I had thought of it earlier, before I bridled you,” she said with a hint of laughter, “I could have had you suck on it to moisten it.” She stood up and circled behind him. “Ah, well.”

  With expert skill she held his cheeks apart with one hand while pressing the base of the tail against his sphincter with the other. “Open wide, Edward.” Some muffled sounds came from Harrison’s mouth. “I said, open,” she repeated sharply. She gave forceful twist and the plug disappeared into Harrison’s rectum. The tail reached nearly to the ground. Playfully, Noi lifted it and brushed the prickly horsehair against the back of Harrison’s thighs. He squirmed. “Nice pony,” she said. “Be calm now, pony.”

  She returned to face him, and picked up another object from the table: a riding crop. Harrison’s eyes grew wide with alarm. Noi tested its flexibility; the fibreglass whizzed through the air, almost invisible.

  “Now, pony, show me how fast you can trot,” said Noi. She brought the crop down on Harrison’s rear with a resounding “thwack”. Her victim moved awkwardly on his hands and knees, the blond tail dangling between his pale legs.

  The sound, and the sight of the red welt rising on Harrison’s skin, made Kate feel very odd. On the one hand, she felt deep satisfaction at seeing Harrison punished. At the same time, there was pity, and yes, desire. She imagined herself in Harrison’s place, the sting of the crop and the swell of the plug stretching her ass; she was overwhelmed with fearful excitement as she watched Noi stride back and forth, cutting at Harrison’s tender flesh as he crawled around trying to escape her strokes.

  Kate looked over at Gregory, wondering if he sensed her reaction. He was lounging against the wall in his tight black jeans and cotton singlet, his muscular arms still crossed, watching his disciple work. His face was in shadow. As if he felt her gaze, though, he turned to her. She could not decipher his expression; it seemed full of warring emotions. She saw lust, anger, affection, irony, something like desperation. She smiled, a little weakly, trying to lighten his darkness. As if he realised that he was exposing himself, his face became a mask, calm, confident, slightly mocking. He turned his attention back to Noi and her victim.

  Harrison’s rump was now crisscrossed with red stripes. He kneeled in the middle of the room, panting, as Noi ran her hands over his hair. “Steady now,” she crooned. “Good pony.” She straddled him, settling her bare cunt just above his buttocks. “I’m going to ride you now,” she said, drawing up her knees and poking his thighs lightly with her heels, as if they were spurs. “Ho, pony! Let’s go!” Harrison began crawling with his rider. His face showed utter misery, and in fact he looked quite ridiculous. His leather-clad jockey urged him on with crop and heels. “Faster, Edward, faster! I know you can do better than this!”

  With difficulty, Kate suppressed her laughter. This was serious, she reminded herself. Harrison more than deserved his punishment.

  Finally, Noi allowed him to stop. She was panting a bit herself as she swung her legs off him. “My, Edward, you have made me so hot!,” she exclaimed, as she removed the bridle. Sure enough, Kate could see a damp spot on Harrison’s skin where Noi’s sex had rested. She grabbed the tail by the base and pulled it out of Harrison’s body. “Not only that, I need to pee!”

  Kate looked around. There was a door in one corner that might lead to a bathroom. Then she understood that this was not Noi’s intent.

  “Turn over on your back, Edward,” said Noi. Slowly, as if in pain, Harrison complied. He lay on the linoleum, gazing up miserably at his tormentor. “Now, close your eyes, and open your mouth.”

  Kate held her breath. She could not believe what she was seeing. She was horrified and yet, her nipples hardened inside her bra, her sex ached.

  Noi stood like a colossus over Edward Harrison’s prone body, one leg on each side of his head. Then she squatted, her shaved sex just above his face. Her hands went to her nipples; she pulled slightly at the rings embedded in her flesh as she released a gushing stream of urine into Harrison’s mouth.

  Harrison sputtered as the hot liquid continued to come. “Swallow it, Edward,” said Noi sweetly. “Swallow it all.”

  Though no one was watching her, Kate wanted to sink into the floor with shame. Because watching Noi bathing Harrison in her pee turned her on. Gregory, she thought, what have you done to me? What have I become? She squeezed her eyes shut. I can’t watch any more of this, she thought.

  She heard Gregory’s voice, close to her ear. “What do you think, Kate?” he laughed softly. “Isn’t Noi doing a fine job?” He brushed his hands across her swollen nipples, so lightly that he hardly touched her. “Just wait, though. She has lots more in store for our friend Edward.”

  Kate opened her eyes and turned to look at her master, but he was gone, back leaning nonchalantly against the wall. Had she imagined his voice?

  Noi finally finished urinating. She stood, picked up a towel, squatted again and wiped the remaining moisture from Harrison’s face. “Mmm, that felt good,” she said. Then she noticed, at the same time as Kate, that Edward Harrison, lying helpless and humiliated on the floor, had an enormous hard-on.

  “Well!” Noi said, a note of irritation creeping into her voice. “It seems that you enjoyed that, too. That is definitely not the idea here, Edward. I am afraid I am going to have to punish you more severely.

  “On your feet,” she said harshly. Glaring at her, he obeyed.

  “Lean over the table,” she commanded. “Butt in the air. Let your hands dangle on either side. Spread your legs.” As Harrison adopted the position she described, she looked over at Gregory. “I need rope. Could you please untie Kate?”

  Without comment, Gregory removed the bonds from Kate’s wrists. As he knelt in front of her, untying her ankles, Kate had the overwhelming desire to touch him. Timidly, she reached down and stroked his dark, shiny hair. He looked up sharply, and she jerked her hand away as if scalded. His face was unreadable, but he did not seem angry. Silently, he completed his work and handed the ropes over to Noi.

  In no time, it seemed, she had tied each of Harrison’s ankles to one of the table legs. “Now, I need something for your hands,” she said to Harrison. “Oh, I know exactly the thing.” She retrieved Harrison’s necktie from the pile of clothing he had shed.

  “No!” exclaimed Harrison, “that’s a Dior. You’ll ruin it!”

  “That should be the least of your worries,” purred Noi as she used the silk tie to fasten his wrists together under the table.

  “Can you move around?” she asked. “Try it.” All he could do was shift his rear a bit from left to right. Otherwise he was immobilised. “Are any of the ropes too tight? Are they cutting off your circulation?”

  “No,” replied Harrison sullenly.

  “Good. I am glad that you are comfortable.” Noi picked up Harrison’s discarded trousers and extracted the Gucci belt from the belt loops. She showed it to Harrison. He said nothing.

  “Now I am going to teach you a real lesson, Edward. This belt is going to hurt a lot more than the crop. I am going to beat you with it, until you sincerely apologise to Kate for your arrogance, dishonesty, and disrespect.”

  “I apologise!” said Harrison eagerly. “I am truly sorry, Katherine.”

  “I don’t believe you, Edward, and I suspect that Kate doesn’t believe you either. You are just trying to save your skin.”

  Noi raised her arm. The belt whistled through the air and landed with a snap on Harrison’s already-reddened left buttock. He gave a surprised yelp. “I will know when you have had enough pain, when you are truly sorry. I will hear it in your voice.” The leather seared his other cheek.

  “I’m sorry! I apologise!” Harrison wailed.

  “I don’t think so,” said Noi, with another stroke.

  Kate’s eyes followed the Thai dominatrix in fascinat
ion. Noi danced gracefully around the man’s rear, delivering her blows with power and precision. Her victim squirmed and twisted, trying in vain to avoid her reach. Harrison had stopped talking. Now the only sounds were his cries and groans, the singing of the leather slicing through the air, the slap as it found its mark.

  Kate found she was leaning forward in her chair, eager not to miss any detail. Suddenly Gregory spoke up.

  “Noi, perhaps Kate would like the chance to punish Mr Harrison personally.”

  “Oh, Ji, that’s an excellent idea. Kate, would you care to take a few whacks at our guest here?”

  Kate wavered, indecisive. Surely she could not do such a thing. Looking at her boss’s raw, plump bottom, though, she was extremely tempted.

  Harrison mumbled feebly. “No, Katherine, please! I have always had the highest respect for you…”

  Kate recalled his arrogant bragging in the alley, his characterisation of her as an ‘American tart’ and ‘quite a little piece’. “Definitely,” she said, walking over to stand next to Noi behind Harrison’s back. “His ass looks really sore, doesn’t it?”

  Noi smiled delightedly. “Oh, we are going to make it a lot sorer.”

  She handed Kate the riding crop. “Try this; it is a bit easier to control. Use your whole arm to build momentum, then add a flick of your wrist on contact so the tip digs into the skin.”

  Kate was breathing heavily. The braided leather of the crop handle felt comfortable and strangely familiar in her palm. She marked with her eyes an area that seemed less red than the rest of Harrison’s ass. She raised her arm above her head, then brought the crop down hard, right on target.

  Harrison cried out. As her instrument of discipline met the flesh of her victim, Kate felt pride and elation. “Very good,” said Noi. “Try swinging through a larger arc, with a little less force.” Kate followed instructions. The leather loop at the end of the crop gave a satisfying snap as it landed on the back of Harrison’s thigh.

  “Excellent, Kate!” Noi glanced over at Gregory, who was smiling broadly. “I think you have a real talent for this.”