Mr. Falbridge was admitted to the Doctor’s Emergency Clinic Saturday morning after paramedics were summoned to the Savoy’s King’s Suite at 3:15 A.M., with Mister Falbridge complaining of a serious injury to his privates.
According to Metro Police investigators who also responded to the emergency call, Falbridge suffered from a loss of blood and extensive lacerations to personal organs. Hospital staff initially refused to release further information about his injury or condition, but first responder personnel, who spoke to this reporter on the condition of anonymity, said that he had suffered a “total penalectomy” as well as cuts and bruises to his scrotum.
Mister Falbridge’s personal agent, Ralph Spencer, told reporters this morning that Falbridge had cut himself on a piece of broken glass while in the shower and that pending legal issues involving the hotel and Falbridge prohibited further release of information at this time. Asked if his client’s male sex organ had been cut off, Spencer said “no comment.”
“Well,” said Melinda after each guest finished reading the clip. “Isn’t that strange?”
“Oh, quite,” said Belinda. “Sounds like she bit him a bit too hard, eh?”
“Or,” added Melinda quietly with a knowing look. “Something else bit him.”
The guests sipped their drinks and giggled nervously.
“You see, girls,” Melinda said. “Less than a month ago, I installed one of these Autocunts on a young woman who lives in London. She expressly requested the surgery and it went extremely well. It is perhaps just a coincidence, but I would swear that she told me while under anesthesia, that she was going to get even with one unfaithful TV star.”
“Oh, my God,” several guests said simultaneously.
“Probably just coincidence,” Melinda added quickly.
Chapter Nineteen
Extra Credit
The party progressed into late evening and early morning with Melinda’s guests learning more from minute to minute. They met Phil, a former Stanford student and soccer star who, while hiking one day in the nearby mountains, came upon Melinda and Karen, playing in a quiet, grassy clearing. Both women were naked and Karen was tied to a tree while Melinda slowly flogged her with a long horsewhip, leaving deep, bloody marks in the younger woman's white flesh. Though well gagged with a bit and bridle, Karen was making considerable noise and this is perhaps what initially attracted poor Phil. An Anthropology major, Phil discovered that his curiosity served to terminate his short college career and everything else in his life.
He came upon the two women by accident and when he turned to leave, Melinda swung Her whip, catching the bearded young man around the ankle and tripping him. Melinda was on him in a flash, tying his hands behind his back with a short length of twine that had been wrapped around her own wrists, stuffing her panties into his mouth and finishing him with a quick hogtie. She then untied Karen, who rushed over and helped Her finish binding Phil. They searched his backpack and his wallet while he lay on the grass, begging and apparently promising to pretend he'd seen nothing.
“Too late,” laughed Melinda. “I need a new male specimen around the cellar and you are it. I think a bear got you this morning, so I may have to remove some body parts to make it look good... .” She said, studying the young man and wondering exactly what She would do with him.
Karen gathered up her clothes, slipped into the short shorts and halter top she wore before Melinda made her strip, and went to get the SUV. They bundled Phil into the back of the 4-wheel drive vehicle and then sat down to have a short lunch while they debated exactly how the bear attack would be staged.
“This will be fun,” Karen chirped with enthusiasm. She was delighted not only because taking care of Phil distracted Melinda from whipping her back and thighs, but also because she knew that Melinda would probably share the new slave with her at some point before She cut off his balls.
“I guess we'll need about a half pint of his blood,” Melinda said as She laid out the plan and Karen studied it for any flaws.
“Yes, of course, and we can backtrack it up to that rise over there where even good dogs will probably lose the scent,” Karen suggested, her eyes glowing not only from the plot they were hatching but also from the flogging Melinda had just given her.
They dragged Phil out of the truck, stripped him and then cut his foot with a sterile knife, carefully gathering the blood that streamed from the sliced flesh that Melinda handled with surgical skill and then stitched up. Phil continued to howl into his panty gag. Once they had enough blood for the plan, they used a knife to rip up some of Phil's clothing, dip it in some of the blood, then take a circular route up to the nearby rocky ridge, spill a tiny bit of blood here and there and backtrack from that site to their original location. Their theory was that once the area was discovered, if ever, all that would be found were traces of Phil's blood and clothing leading off into the rocky area and nearby mountains where he hiked. They took the contents of his pack, ripped and destroyed the food items in a way that might be done by a hungry animal and dumped these remains around the area. Their only concern was traces of Karen's blood around the tree where she was bound, but there was nothing they could do about that except hope that it would either just baffle the police or be ignored. At worst, investigators might surmise that two people were involved and the second one was also lost to whatever took Phil. As it later turned out, their precautions were unnecessary because it rained hard that night and continued to rain for three days, washing the attack site clean of any traces of Melinda, Karen and Phil.
The storm also delayed the search for Phil. Local authorities, who carried out the investigation, turned up nothing of interest. Phil went into the missing person files and was soon forgotten, even by his parents, who still believed that he slipped off to Mexico where he met a young woman the month before. His parents did not approve of the Mexican liaison and were certain that something terrible happened once Phil got to his destination. Given the rate with which tourists and ordinary citizens were being murdered in Mexico, this was a reasonable assumption.
That night, Phil found himself at the bottom of Melinda's pit, chained hand and foot, wearing a steel brank/gag combination on his head and a steel punishment cage around his sexual package. Before they put him in the hole, both women experimented to see what kind of slave potential Phil might demonstrate.
“Kiss my toes, one after the other,” Karen said, pushing Phil to the kneeling position and using the sharp heel on her silver five inch stiletto pumps to make her point. Phil groveled well enough, but seemed reluctant to suck and lick Karen’s toes.
“As I suspected,” Melinda said, watching carefully. “He’s a virgin. Do you want to have to train a virgin from square one?”
“Ah, no. I suppose not,” Karen said quietly. “But maybe he’s better at pussy licking or ass drilling.”
“I doubt it, but you can do anything you want with him. Put him back in the hole when you’re done and then come to bed.”
“Ok. I’ll only try a few more tests,” Karen responded. “She kicked Phil in the stomach and made him roll over, then kneel again and presented her as to his face, saying: “Use your tongue, you fuckin rodent. Drill all the way up inside until I tell you to stop. Suck it, lick it. And don’t stop.”
“Phil clearly had little experience with this sort of activity and kept pulling back to breathe. After the third try, Karen picked up a fiberglass rod and beat his ass to a bloody pulp. Then she regagged him and pushed him over the edge of the pit, enjoying the sound of him bouncing off the rough side on the way to the bottom. Phil whimpered and cried all the way down, hit with a thud and lay still.
“What the hell?’ Karen said to herself as she put the steel barred lid on the pit, turned out the lights and went to clean herself up before sliding into bed with her mistress. “If he’s alive in the morning, we’ll do some more tests, but I think this college boy is a fuckin loser.”
Karen stayed the night in bed with Melinda. They both used H
olly, who they now referred to as “It,” for their own purposes. They removed It from its cage, freed the mouth and what remained of its sex from the ominously constant steel restraints and then alternately plumbed the ass and mouth with strap-ons while It was kept chained to the foot of their bed. Holly was by now well beyond putting up any resistance, so to get response from him/her, the women used electrical shocks and a few different paddles and whips to get Holly warmed up. The session went on into the night. By morning, the exhausted women wrapped Holly in chains and returned it to its cage. They showered together and then as if their minds were in total synch, briefly debated the option of keeping It around the house, instead of in the cage. So Holly ended up hanging from the bedroom overhead, a thin wire around its neck and each wrist shackled to the beam. Gagged and hooded, its captured sex further diminished in size by the continuous doses of hormones, Holly remained there until late in the afternoon when it occurred to Melinda that it might be a good idea to release it.
Melinda put Phil to work in the mines, as the pit works were now called, and She used both him and Holly as laborers to further dig out the rock under the house, add a passageway and then some small, cave-like cells, which Holly and Phil soon unhappily occupied.
A few weeks later, Melinda got a rental offer She could not refuse and in twenty Four hours, Holly was on a Gulfstream V, headed for the Far, Far East and one of Melinda’s bank accounts was $2 million Euros heavier. It was a short term lease that Melinda had negotiated with some Asian friends who wanted a household slave for a limited period, after which they would return Holly to Melinda, and the deposit of four hundred thousand dollars (US) would be refunded, but the rest of the lease price would not.
“Any time I can rent out a slave for six months for one point five mil, I’ll do it,” said Melinda to one of her close friends who had asked to see Holly when she was told about the lease.
“Indeed,” said the female buddy who had spent the night tied and gagged in Melinda’s wide bed with her ass and cunt stuffed to overflowing with double dildoes while she used her mouth to please her hostess over several hours. Part of the guest’s deal with Melinda was the abduction of her young, show piece husband who had demonstrated his ability to shag a few Hollywood cunts and gotten caught at it. He was now a permanent resident in Melinda’s farm cellar and the grateful now ex-wife, a beauty in her own right, was enjoying Melinda’s companionship, well aware that eventually she too could probably be sent to the cellars at Melinda’s pleasure.
Chapter Twenty
The Rewards Of A Gender Switch
The multi-faceted program for obtaining, training and either keeping or selling slaves was growing faster than Melinda ever anticipated. She realized that as She expanded her network, the chances of discovery increased and thus a program for diversification was initiated. She needed to have a fully legitimate business that would shield the slave operation and so She devised a strategy which, when implemented, would present a real, profitable and normal business to the world. The plan was simple, but required trusted associates and this issue troubled Melinda considerably because She knew few people She could trust and even fewer who would not, if they could, slip inside her domain and try to take control. One objective was to get various parts of her operation into other countries and provinces and set up cells where one group in one sovereign state didn't actually know much about the others. This was basic intelligence field craft which Melinda studied while at a well-known university that specialized in what was known as Global Intelligence Studies. With multiple graduate degrees in medicine and several other degrees in more obscure sciences, Melinda actually practiced spy craft and cosmetic surgery for awhile when She was recruited by a government agency to assist them in anti-terrorist operations.
Melinda's work for the unnamed German intelligence agency was twofold: First, to help improve the anonymity of covert operatives throughout the world, She reviewed the physical appearance of some top level agents, male and female, and recommended periodic surgical changes that could be made to alter their face, stature and even gender if necessary. This task presented some interesting situations because, as Melinda knew, people who operated in clandestine environments eventually adopted unusual, distinctive behaviors. Facial expressions, body language, the walk and other movements were as distinctly unique to each individual as were hair and skin color, facial hair, musculature and other characteristics usually known to help identify individuals. It was not uncommon, She realized, for a female operative to find it extremely useful to conduct her undercover activities as a man. Likewise, male agents knew that if they were only seen and encountered as women when on the job, their work could be much less hazardous, at least in terms of being quickly identified. Carrying out an assassination, for example, was easier, if the target and those around him or her assumed that the assassin was a tall, athletic woman when in fact it was, of course, a man of somewhat similar build, without the high cheekbones, moderate bust, wide hips and well-formed legs. For maximum security, She carried out many of the cosmetic surgeries solo, by herself, with help only in the most complicated cases.
This work paid extremely well and was good training for Melinda. She left the service with a positive dossier and the prospect of perhaps being recalled to active duty at some time in the future. One time, and only one time after that, She received a covert text and went to an abandoned hotel in a European city to perform immediate surgery on a woman She never heard from again. The woman, Melinda, discovered purely by accident, was one of the highest ranking field operatives for the Secret Service of a major foreign power.
In order to protect herself from the possibility of her spooky clients deciding to eliminate her and all other traces of the cosmetic alternations She performed, Melinda always left herself what She called her “escape clauses.” This was simply one or more micro implants which, if activated, brought excruciating and terminal pain to the patient when and if Melinda released a code. Only once did She actually carry out Her threat to use this tactic. She embedded the pain chip in the space between the agent’s testicles. As it turned out, when Melinda activated the chip, the agent was on a special, covert mission in a foreign city, sneaking up to the fourteenth floor of a government owned hotel, via an inoperative elevator shaft. When the chip activated, the pain caused the victim to lose consciousness and, unfortunately for him, plunge fourteen floors down the shaft he was scaling at the time. Since the results were disastrous for the patient and his employer, Melinda was left alone after that. She always made it clear that further havoc would ensue if She was ever pestered again, so She remained a free and handy asset for more than one global power that needed expert and discrete transformations carried out quickly and quietly. The threat of other such chips being secretly installed on other agents was sufficient to keep even the most aggressive agencies at bay.
There was, however, the case of Hugo Drotz, an experienced operative for an Asian government’s intelligence service, who underwent minor facial modification surgery in order to infiltrate an intelligence gathering operation in a Middle Eastern country. While fixing his face under general anesthesia, Melinda installed one of her “P” chips inside his left ear. The device appeared on X-rays as an adjunct to a micro listening system that allowed the agent to hear more than ten times what the normal human would hear. Melinda was paid well for the work and reminded her employers that any efforts to silence or place her in any kind of restrictive position would result in dire consequences.
Despite her warning, the agent, after completing his work, was instructed, in the interests of security, to eliminate Melinda. That double cross did not go well and he eventually found himself in one of Melinda’s subterranean cells with hands cuffed behind his back and his balls nailed to a solid wooden post in the center to the cramped windowless room. At the proper time, Melinda visited him, extracted as much information as She could without activating the ear chip and then told him what would happen next.
“You are going to
tell everything, Hugo,” She said quietly, whispering in his left ear and knowing that the sound of her voice was being amplified nearly a dozen times. Hugo started, tried to back away, but the nails held him easily, so he just screamed.
“Oh Hugo, don’t be such a baby,” Melinda soothed. “My voice is the last one you are ever going to hear, for as soon as I leave you, you will begin to experience a kind of pain that will slowly drive you mad and then kill you. Your brain will turn to liquid and you will fall down, tearing your balls off. You will then either bleed to death or just die from the pain. Maybe both. I don’t know. I don’t care. What I want is the three way code for your control base. Give me that and I’ll modify your situation and you may die peacefully. Don’t wait too long, my evil little spy, for after a few moments, you will not know anything worth hearing.”
Hugo cried, tugged at his nailed balls, but said nothing.
“Okay, that’s all the time I have for you today. Suffer, you fucker,” Melinda said and left the cell.
Hugo waited, then thought he heard a distant scream. But it was his own voice as the thing in his left ear began to send pulses into his brain. Left alone, Hugo screamed and screamed, shouting out the complex codes Melinda had demanded. He repeated them again and again, along with a list of those people he had tortured and killed in his brutal career. The pain never stopped and it took only about twelve minutes before his legs ceased supporting him and he slid down the wooden post, tearing his balls off and ending up n a crumpled heap on the concrete floor. His brain was gone and in a few minutes, his heart gave up as well.
The clean up crew disposed of Hugo in a white heat furnace that provided heat and power to the property. Melinda filed away the recordings of his confessions and never really thought about him again. Even though she actually disliked having to deal with characters like Hugo, She found such cloak and dagger activity thrilling. She secretly hoped that She might get another chance at it somewhere in the future, but in the meantime, her experience with the nether world of spies and counterintelligence helped her plan and set up her own secret network. The organization's mission was to obtain, train and provide carefully selected men and women to a global audience of high-rolling characters who wanted very sophisticated sexual services and for whom cost was never a concern.
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