working here for two years. I know many things about subjects I can't discuss,' Kristine explained. Though Debbi immediately felt curious about what kinds of things Kristine knew, she pushed the question out of her mind to bare her own soul. Debbi felt that in this manner she would be sharing a trust with Kristine.
'I don't know that I hate any one man. I just hate the power they seem to have over women. I want that power, I guess. I need that power,' Debbi said, her voice turning forceful. Both of them remained silent for a couple of seconds.
'We must hurry up. I've got to get dressed. Magda will want us down at breakfast,' Kristine said, pulling Debbi with her. She dressed quickly and the two girls went down to breakfast.
'How utterly charming,' Fati commented. He was gazing in appreciation at how the three women were dressed at the breakfast table. After the meal he again addressed them: 'Ladies, this morning we are having a most distinguished visitor. I want you all to do an exceptionally good job for him.'
'Of course,' Magda replied. Her sly smile indicated to Debbi that she knew something she wasn't about to reveal. Debbi felt certain it was a secret she shared with Fati.
The routine was followed to the letter. The only new element was the preparation of the chair. Debbi was fascinated by it and eager to see it in operation. The. visitor arrived and said nothing, merely bowing his head formally. He was a distinguished-looking man.
'Please undress and be seated,' Magda ordered. But her voice was more in the, cordial tone of a doctor speaking to her patient. The man did so
without hesitation. Kristine quickly strapped him
in. She then fitted the strange device around bin balls.
'Get him hard, Debbi,' Magda ordered. Debbi knelt in front of the man and took his limp cock in her mouth. In less than a minute, her warm saliva and auctioning mouth had raised him to a full erection.
'That's good,' was all the man said. Kristine urged Debbi aside and put an electrode right next to the tip of his rigid cock. Them she drew the device around his balls still tighter.
'Easy, dammit!' the man barked, and Kristine backed away. The man was sitting straight up in the chair. His testicles were drawn up tight away from his body and gripped tightly by the metal device. Debbi could understand how Kristine said a sudden movement on the part of the man -could result in his balls being ripped from his body. The thick metal plate wouldn't give under any circumstances. It would be disastrous for the man to move his body away from the electrode that touched the tip of his prick.
'Now get ready,' Magda instructed the man. 'You also, Kristine.' The girl went to a control panel against the wall and held a switch in her sweating palm.
'Hit it!' Magda ordered. The contact was made and the man had a strange reaction. The shock hit his cock and tormented his lower body. But because of his endangered testicles, he forced the bottom half of his body.to stay rigidly still. His upper body shook terribly, and he threw his head back and clenched his teeth.
'Stop!' Magda said, her eyes glued to the man. She was behaving far more professionally than Debbi had ever seen. Even Kristine only shyly
manipulated her genitals under her skirt as she operated the controls. Debbi did nothing but remain a passive spectator.
'More power this time. Hit it!' Magda ordered. Once more Kristine responded and this time the grotesque expressions seemed more dramatic.
'Stop. Once more, but this time still higher. Hit it!' Magda ordered. This time something different happened. The man's body shook and then went limp. As he settled back into unconsciousness, his body slumped backward into the chair. The bonds held tightly and Debbi watched horrified as the testicles were severed and dropped to the floor. The wound was ugly and blood literally poured out of it. Several drops landed on the floor, staining the concrete an ugly crimson.
'Shut the fucking thing off, you stupid girl!' Magda ordered, rushing to the switch and pushing the petrified girl to the floor. Magda cursed as she finally got the connection broken. Both Debbi and Kristine stood staring mutely at the terrible sight.
'I didn't do it!' Kristine said, suddenly going into hysterics.
'You stupid cunt! Get the hell out of here! Both of you!' Magda commanded, struggling with the straps on the chair. Debbi had had enough of the sight and wanted to remove herself as quickly as possible from the enraged woman. She dragged the sobbing Kristine up the stairs.
'What's happened!' Fati demanded as he encountered the two girls in the hail. Kristine's behavior told him tat something had most certainly gone wrong.
'There's been an accident,' Debbi told him, continuing in her flight away from the basement.
'For the love of God!' Fati exclaimed, turning white. He brushed past them and hurried down the
stairs. The sound of the excited voices of Magda and Fati could be heard through the open basement door. Then it slammed shut and Debbi could hear nothing.
'I didn't do anything wrong,' Kristine sobbed as Debbi took the girl to her room. Kristine fell face down on the bed and drummed her fists in impotent rage against the bed.
'I know it. But that man will die. And we're in big fucking trouble,' Debbi said excitedly.
'Oh, why did it happen?' Kristine lamented.
'I don't know. But I think we'd better get the hell out of here,' Debbi said. She hurried about the room to pack. Her survival instincts were working well. Kristine. still sobbed violently as Debbi made ready to leave.
Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open. Fati was in the doorway holding a gun on Debbi. Behind him was Magda.
'What the hell is this?' Debbi demanded. She couldn't mask the fear in her voice.
'Going somewhere, my little cunts?' Fad asked. He motioned for Debbi to put the packed suitcase down. She immediately did so.
'The minister is dead. That leaves us with a very messy situation. The operation here is terminated, but it leaves us with a tidy profit,' Magda said, entering the room. She had a pair of handcuffs. It took only one motion to put them on Kristine's wrists and secure her to the large frame of the bed.
'But I didn't do anything wrong!' Kristine protested. She still hadn't caught on to what those holding the advantage were up to. Debbi felt that she already knew what they had planned for her and Kristine.
'Of course you didn't. How could you have known that the dials had been adjusted to make a
seemingly harmless shock be a powerful enough one to induce unconsciousness,' Fati explained. Debbi made a slight move. The gun following her told her a more sudden movement would, be suicide.
'Sony, my wicked little dean. But we have to create an accident. The house must- burn up with the minister's body, and you, in it,' Magda added.
'You see,' Fati continued. 'Certain American industrialists wished to see the one man blocking the oil deal removed from the scene. And they have paid two hundred thousand dollars to do it. That'll be enough to see us comfortably into retirement.'
'Why do we have to stay? We'll keep quiet,' Debbi implored, trying to figure out some way to save her life.
'Sorry. We can't take the chance,' Fati said. The finality of his statement sounded like a death sentence to her.
'You wouldn't shoot me. Even after the fire they'd know it was murder,' Debbi said, rushing at Fati in a last desperate attempt to save her life. Fati was ready and shoved the butt of the gun into her moving head. They left Debbi unconscious as they quickly left the room.
Debbi returned to consciousness to find the room engulfed in thick smoke. She felt a strong pain in her head that made it difficult to move. But her instinct for survival made her struggle to her feet.
'For God's sake, Debbi, get me loose!' Kristine begged, pulling frantically at the handcuffs that
kept her secured to the bed.
'Okay,' Debbi said, rushing over to pull at the chains. The smoke in the room was getting thicker and the metal of the bed was now hot. She pulled frantically, but the bonds wouldn't give.
'It's got to give. Get something!' Kristine pleaded.
'It's no use,' Debbi conceded, coughing violently as smoke filled her lungs. She knew that if she stayed any longer, she'd also be dead. Debbi ran from the room with Kristine's hopeless and terrified cries filling her ears. Somehow, she managed to make her way out of the house.
