Nicole meets the villainess and learns her motives

The truck eventually reached its destination, which was a large secluded mansion. The trees surrounding it were tall and dense enough to cover the area from any accidental trespassers that might have ventured over a nearby path. The passengers left the vehicle, while the captive was carried out, Sarah gratefully accepted assistance from the men, her holes were sore and her legs felt uneven. She was wearing nothing but the soaked crotchless pantyhose and high heels which she had put back on.

Nicole was carried into the main room which was spacious and well furnished, and left on a couch. Victoria approached her with a remote in her hand and turned the suit off.

“Remove the panties and uncuff her,” the woman commanded and one of her underlings obeyed.

Once the commissioner was released from her bonds, at least partially, she sat up and removed her gag; she remained silent though. Her face was sweaty and expressed exhaustion, but there was vigilance in her eyes as well; she might have been beaten, but was not yet defeated.

Victoria sat in an armchair that stood opposite the couch, she was the first to speak.

“Do you recognize me?”

Nicole understood that the woman was not asking whether she could identify her without the latex hood which she wore during the Sexpo. There must have been a deeper meaning to that question; she frantically searched her memory, but could not find the answer.

“No.”

“I had expected you to be more observant. Does the name Stud Baker ring a bell?”

Of course it did! The commissioner could never forget one of the most notorious criminals whom she had personally helped to catch. But Stud Baker was a tall handsome athletic man who had a different girl in his bed every night (which by the way was his downfall, since one of the girls was an undercover police officer). He had escaped from the prison, but after that he had simply fallen off the face of the earth.

“You can’t…”

“I can and I am. Or at least I used to be. Before I tell you your future, I’ll tell you my past. Listen carefully, because that’s the first time I want someone to understand my motives. I know that you’re responsible not only for my term behind bars, but also for the company I had had in the cell. Bruno was big, rough and loved men. Or to be more specific, he liked, quote: ‘turning pretty boys, like you, into my personal bitches’.

I had spent two years being Bruno’s bitch. As you might imagine it significantly influenced my mind. When I eventually escaped, I couldn’t return to who I was before. So I embraced the perverted image of femininity which Bruno **** upon me and became this,” Victoria pointed her palms towards her body, “you’d be surprised, how advanced the plastic surgery had become.

But enough of the past, let’s talk about the future, your future. I have knowledge and means far surpassing Bruno’s… by the way, did you know that someone cut his cock off after my escape? Never mind. I won’t need two years to turn you into my bitch. In a shorter time I’ll alter your body and your mind. I’ll turn you into a cock-craving, cum-thirsty, permanently horny, mindless bimbo. You’ll be nothing more than an eager sex-toy that can never find fulfilment herself. Then I’ll let you go. Sounds fun, huh?”

Nicole just sat silently searching for weak spots of her opponent and already planning an escape.

“Be quiet while you can. You’ll spend most of your time moaning. Take her.”

The commissioner was led to her room which would also be her cell. Among other things, hanging on the wall, there was a poster of Bruno.