Betty pleaded with Matron to stop the enema punishment.

‘Please, Matron, I’m going to burst!’

‘Nonsense, you silly girl. You can take a lot more of the cleansing fluid yet. And once we’re done, we’ll grease that naughty back passage and fit the plug. Then you’ll be bound and gagged and left for the rest of the afternoon to contemplate your sinful ways.’

But pretty, buxom Betty continued to moan and so Matron called Nurse Phillips away from her duties with another naughty, heavily bosomed beauty (who was already tightly secured in her pretty undies in the punishment seat and pleading desperately into her fat penis gag as the vibrators fitted to the seat buzzed away at full power inside her sex and arse). 

‘Betty’s panties are on the toilet lid. Use them as a gag. Seal them in place with the surgical tape.’

The very beautiful Nurse Phillips smiled and performed a bob curtsey.

‘No, please….please!’ Betty begged, as the thick, creamy fluid continued to flow into her back passage and fill her tormented bowels.

Nurse Phillips stood nearly six feet tall in her demanding stiletto heeled courts shoes of shiny white leather. Her white uniform dress was very short and tight, revealing with the frilled edges of her panties and providing a detailed and arousing view of perfectly shaped legs sealed in sheer white nylon pantyhose. Her large bosom always seemed about to burst the buttons of the dress and a number of the girls had terrible crushes on her, including the very lovely Betty. 

With a mincing feminine delicacy, Nurse Phillips, her sky blue eyes filled with cruel mischief, her strawberry blonde hair bound in a tight bun beneath a cute cap, picked up the pink, white poka-dotted panties from the top of the nearby toilet and then positioned herself so that she was facing away from Betty and the tormented young woman was staring directly at her large, shapely bottom.

Then, in an act of supremely cruel provocation, Nurse Phillips quite deliberately dropped the panties on the floor and, with her nyloned legs held tightly together, bent forward to pick them up. Betty watched, eyes wide with anguish and a terrible, helpless desire as the skirt of the white dress rose up over Nurse Phillips’ backside to reveal, outlined by sheer nylon and her own tight panties, the exquisite, plump orbs of her splendid buttocks. 

‘OOhhhhh!’ Betty moaned, as the Matron pushed the rubber enema tube deeper into her tormented arsehole and as the lovely nurse wiggled her scented bottom cruelly only twelve or so inches from the sweat soaked face of the luscious teenage beauty.

Nurse Phillips then slowly drew to her high heeled feet, the still warm panties in hand, and turned to face a wickedly tormented Betty.
‘Please,’ poor Betty whimpered, ‘don’t gag me with those…not my panties!’

In response, Nurse Phillips very firmly grasped Betty’s nostrils and pressed them painfully together, forcing the prone beauty to gasp for breath and thus create an opportunity to stuff the panties – gusset first – deep into her mouth. 

‘MMMppphhhhh!’ poor Betty protested, as Nurse Phillips took up the roll of thick, wide surgical tape and began – to Betty’s utter horror – winding the wide, sticky material over her mouth and around her head, thus sealing the panties very tightly in place. 

‘Ok, good,’ Matron said. ‘I have just about finished here. Help me fit the plug, then we can tie her up.’

Betty continued to squeal and struggle as Nurse Phillips covered the tip of the plug in a layer of lubricating gel and then, smiling cruelly, Matron eased the enema tube from her pretty captive’s arsehole. And no sooner was the tube removed, than Nurse Phillips stepped forward, pulled Betty’s gorgeously plump buttock cheeks apart and forced the phallic head of the plug deep into her already tormented back passage.

‘MMMMMpppphhhhhhhh!’ the poor beauty squealed in a much higher register as the plug was secured with a wicked determination.
‘Now the ropes.’

Betty whimpered and shook her head in terror, clearly in some considerable discomfort, as Matron and Nurse Phillips began the process of placing the young beauty in tight, disciplining bondage, using thick white cording to lash her nylon sheathed ankles, thighs and thighs together with expert and cruel precision. Then her arms were secured behind her back, bound with equal, taut rigour at her wrists, elbows and shoulders.

As she was tied, the pressure on her strained, bloated bowel increased and tears of pain and fear began to pour from her pretty, honey brown eyes. 

‘Imagine if we took the plug out now – it would be like a volcanic eruption!’

Matron’s sadistic joke induced a girlish giggle from the astonishing Nurse Phillips. 

‘Now the hog-tie; then fit the punishment hood.’

Nurse Phillips obliged with a smile: taking up a further length of the strong, white rope, tying one end to the rope binding Betty’s black nylon sheathed ankles tightly together and then pulling up her legs by the ankles and securing the other end of the additional rope to the rope binding her crossed wrists, and thus pulling the unfortunate and very pretty creature into a demanding and painful hogtie that added to her general discomfort.

Once secured, the hogtie was tested by an obviously aroused Matron. Watching Nurse Phillips take up the black, latex rubber punishment hood, she gently stroked poor Betty’s ample, exposed buttocks and pressed teasingly on the head of the tightly fitted anal plug, inspiring more loud squeals of protest and outrage.

Poor Betty’s eyes widened with a deeper, darker terror as Nurse Phillips stepped forward with the hood: eyeless and mouthless, with just two small holes close together that were designed to fit over the wearer’s nostrils and provide air. 

‘MMMMpppphhhhhh!’ Betty squealed, shaking her head furiously.

But resistance was utterly futile. Demonstrating considerable strength, Nurse Phillips grabbed Betty roughly by her hair and told her very firmly to hold still. Shocked by the pain of nearly having her lovely hair pulled out by its roots, poor Betty obeyed and the gorgeous, buxom nurse began to work the perverse, sinister hood over her head, ensuring an exact second skin fit that ensured she was much more effectively silenced, hardly able to hear and completely unable see.

‘Excellent!’ Matron exclaimed. ‘Now fit Jenny’s hood. Then we can retire to my room for the rest of the afternoon for a little….relaxation.

Jenny, a very buxom brunette, also stripped to her undies (yet also minus her panties) and already very tightly bound and penis gagged, sat upright in the “punishment chair”, a long legged stool whose seat was fitted with two long, thick vibrators that slipped neatly into the arse and cunt of any unfortunate who was positioned upon it. Panty-less and already tormented by the presence of the buzzing dark intruders, she had been positioned so that she was forced to observe her gorgeous, tethered body in the full length bathroom mirror. Yet, thanks to the hood, she too was soon lost in a soundless, voiceless darkness, her ample body assaulted by the steady, deeply arousing vibrations of the phallic intruders.

And this was how the two very naughty girls were left, helpless and tormented, and just as punishment for running down a corridor instead of demonstrating the mandatory ladies wiggle mince, left moaning and struggling while Matron and Nurse Phillips made an intense and quite exhausting love for more than two and a half hours.

(Story credit Christina Shelly)

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Chapter Two

I awoke to find a naked woman in my bed.

Well when I say naked I mean she was wearing a tee shirt and nothing else; and her hair was tumbling in a mass on the pillow beside me.

I rolled over and kissed her nose.

I felt sorry for her. Yesterday's revelations must have shocked her. I meant to find out. She'd just learned that her grandparents were perverts. That's one thing, but to find out that they ran a successful porn company was another; not to mention the thousands of photos, clamps, whips etc. that went with it.

She opened one eye and smiled.

"Hi," she breathed.

"Hi yourself. How do you feel?"

She paused. "A lot better. Not so confused now. Chris, what shall we do about the orders on the computer?"

"I don't know; we need to think maybe about sending out a closing-down letter."

"But I'm thinking that maybe we could continue to supply the tapes."

"Er...do you know the penalties for that?"

"But Claire, you don't need the money! I showed you the amount in the Swiss bank. Admittedly it's in Euro's, but for god's sake, Claire, it's nigh on a hundred thousand pounds!"

Claire smiled at me, "Well, I need to find out how granddad did it. Also don't you fancy editing these sorts of things? We could stay here and make our own films."

"Oh yes; and where the hell are we going to find a model who would let us do these sort of things to her?" I paused for a breath. "And also we could get locked up for this: first because the model could change her bloody mind and second because it is illegal."

"Well, one, the bloody model wouldn't complain because she would be running the bloody business and two, they must have had a distributor outside the country as they were both respected members of this community. I told you that granddad was a judge, and a bloody Queen's councilor."

Now call me thick but I didn't hear that bit about the model. It didn't sink in until later.

"We need to search the office down below before we do anything else on this if you are really determined to become the porn queen of the dales."

She hugged me.

"Thanks; I am grateful." She snuggled in and breathed in my ear, "Later I will show you just how grateful I am."

We both got up and showered.

Breakfast was rushed. We both guessed that we were on a ride that would take us into who knows what. Claire's mood was quiet and I guessed that she was trying to change her opinion of her grandparents.

Together we went out to the local Tesco's to get milk, bread and a few supplies.

By the time we got back to the house Claire was her old self. Her silly persona was showing its edge as we descended the stairs. "So we begin our life as Briton's premier porn industry."

I looked shocked. She giggled all the way down the stairs into the cellar. Claire sat at the computer and started to search for clues while I catalogued the master copies of the tapes. There were over three hundred. God, at one time they made more films than Hollywood.

We both took a break for lunch and actually watched the last tape they made together. Gran still looked forty or so and bloody attractive. True her breasts sagged a little and she was a little heavier but by god she still hacked it. The date on the film made her at least fifty if not older and probably that was why granddad wasn't the male star.

The film starred her and the old boy who had been in the other film we'd looked at yesterday. Gran was well whipped in this one; she actually hung arms outstretched and her legs pulled wide so that her whole weight hung from her wrists. The whipping included a between-the-legs whipping using a soft strap.

"Shit that must have hurt," Claire said munching on a bacon sandwich as she paused it just as the strap impacted and curled up to the slightly rounded belly at her front.

 The most incredible thing was that she didn't seem to think anything bad about her grandparents doing things that would make a normal girl die of embarrassment or at least be disgusted.

"He is the key to our problem." She pointed to our torturer as he placed a huge dildo under Gran and lowered her onto it.

We watched as she moaned her way to a climax and more torture was applied until she was again hung at the end.

I worried about this bit. "This is weird; it's as if they are making these films for the snuff market but whoever buys them must realize that it's not real." I paused the video and looked closely at the tee shirt covering her body, searching for a harness or something.

It beat me. I couldn't see how they did it.

We decided to look at some more films to see if we could get a clue. But that would be later as Claire wanted to search the computer and all the paper records.

It came to pass that we found an email address in Belgium that seemed to send hundreds of emails. The emails begged for contact as he/she had some more money to transfer to their account and a need for the last film made and edited to be sent for distribution. Claire seemed to be totally excited, "He must be the contact, the distributor, the man!"

"Well what do we do? Do we risk making contact? How do we do it without making contact?" I asked, starting to feel her excitement.

"Well the tape we watched is the one he wants. Why don't we arrange to meet him over there and give it to him? That way we find out all about the business and the things we need to do."

We read some of the other emails and found that most of the orders came to gran's email address and then she forwarded them to this JC, the Belgium connection.

We sat for a couple of hours compiling the numbers and orders.

"Shall we send them to this JC with a cover letter saying that we have the film and here are some more orders to send out? Also can he tell us how to get the tape to him?"

"Do we tell him about your gran's demise or not?"

She looked at me and we agreed with a nod.

"Shall I send a photo of myself to him so he knows that I am really gran's?"

"Well if he has been working with them since the beginning he will know about you."

Claire was very excited now and her whole body exuded a type of excitement that I'd not seen in her before.

She sat and typed an email. It was rewritten ten times. Finally she attached a photo and sent it.

"Well that's that. We know he is not dead as the last email from him came in last night; asking if everything was okay. I would hate to think he's died or something like that."

She looked a little shocked at herself. "Oh Chris, are we doing the right thing? What if he is a monster or something?"

"Claire, do you think your gran was a weak person; would she have let him into the business or would your granddad deal with a crook?"

To be truthful I was starting to get a little worried about what we had done. Granddad was not quite the right honourable person Claire thought he was.

What the hell were we getting into?

It seemed that the day was flying by; it was now mid-afternoon and the cellars were revealing all sorts of things.

The editing room had a huge memorized computer that had lots of movie files on it.

These showed some of the things we'd seen earlier and looked like early videos and super 8 films transferred into the digital world.

The old couple had compiled all their sexual bondage activity. They must have been very active and also there seemed to be a hell of a lot of film not for tape. I was mesmerized by Claire's gran's beauty, charm and very dirty mind. She seemed to have had a large editorial impact on the whole business and she controlled the film making and decided what was done to herself.

They'd had a loving, weird sort of love.

I left Claire working on the computer and wandered back into the office. She wasn't there when I returned.

Walking around the cell complex I found her in the stable part of the cellar. She was handling an item of tack; its size told me it wasn't meant for horses.

The harness with blinkers and a thick rubber bit were shiny and seemed to be well tended.

"Hi, you okay?" She was startled as if she was miles away.

She looked at me and smiled. "I was just thinking about gran and how it seemed that I never really knew her.

She was so brave to do these things with George. Gran must have had a lot of fun doing it, as I know gran loved granddad very much. They were always a loving couple: touching, holding hands, that sort of thing. I just hope that we can feel the same way."

It startled me that she seemed to want a relationship with me. We hadn't really discussed our feelings much as we'd always been close friends. I have said before, we once kissed at a disco but not to this depth.

"Well I'm willing to give us a try if you want. You don't think that you just feel a little vulnerable with the events this weekend? I would hate to rush this and balls it up!"

Claire smiled that soft smile that I love; her eyes moist as she held out her hand. I took it and we hugged. It turned into a kiss and I lifted her up to my height and kissed her hard.

We parted and she had a glint in her eyes.

"Will you do me a favor?" I nodded and she held out the harness. "Can you put this on me? I want to see what it feels like. I was going to try it on but can't work out how to buckle it up."

I unbuckled the straps and held the bit out in front of her mouth and she opened her moist lips and let the flat bulb cover her tongue. The bar filled her mouth. A strap split either side of her nose up to a forehead strap that buckled behind her head as did the bit strap.

Next was a strap buckled under her chin making her bite down onto the rubber bar. The final one ran from her forehead over the top of her head. This was attached to a collar which completely covered her neck. This meant that Claire couldn't do anything to remove the head harness until the collar was unlocked.

"How's that?" She mumbled something. It sounded like "tighter" so I worked around the buckles and tightened each one again.

She mumbled something else and wandered off in search of a mirror. Upon her return it was obvious even to me that she was turned-on. Her tee shirt showed a lack of bra and the presence of hard nipples.

She picked up another collection of straps, and held them out to me.

Holding it I worked out how it fit and I buckled the waistband around her waist. Two more straps were buckled up under and above her breasts. These tightened the tee shirt on her chest highlighting her nipples even more.

Two shoulder straps crossed between her breasts and the middle of her back buckling to the waist belt.

Attached to the top of the back straps was a pair of crossed cuffs.

Lifting her wrists up behind her I buckled the first leather cuff tight. I pulled her other one up and thus completed the bondage with her wrists up between her shoulder blades.

She stood and shrugged at the bonds. The way her wrists were held thrust her chest out into the straps.

She walked into the cell with the mirrors and returned, eyes glowing. A tight smile showed as she grimaced around the gag.

"Hell you look good; just like your gran." Claire smiled and curtsied as I walked around her.

She followed my movements by turning her body as the blinkers made peripheral vision impossible. I picked up the camera. It was a digital one. I snapped a couple of photos.

Leaving Claire I went to the computer and ran the photo program and printed a couple of the photos using the printer. These I carried back to the stable cell to find that she'd disappeared.

Another search and I found her in the bathroom. Claire was looking at her reflection turning this way and that.

"Like what you see?" She nodded and I noticed that she had a wet patch in the crotch of her jeans.

"Well you are as photogenic as your gran." I held out the photos. Her look deepened as I pulled the second one out and showed her the shot I took as she looked in the mirror. Her resemblance to her gran was startling.

She asked to be released and I did as told.

Claire noticed her wetness and dashed upstairs to change.

I continued my inventory of the videos and the photo sets.

"Dinner," Claire shouted down the stairs. I walked upstairs to find Claire in a long flowing dress.

"What do you think? Can I pull it off looking like gran did?" She spun and pirouetted around and I caught a glimpse of stocking, suspender and bare flesh. High heeled dancing shoes with ankle straps adorned her feet. Claire spun faster and showed me her old style French knickers.

I found myself grinning. She was beautiful.

Claire had also applied make-up and done her hair in an old forties style.

"You look bloody marvellous! I like you hair and how you have done the make up. God, who would have thought the tomboy you normally are could change into a beauty like this?" She smiled at my compliment.

She made a curtsey and imitated a serving girl's voice as she said, "Oh Master Chris, anyone would think you are trying to squire me. For it is as if I am a mere serving wench."

I started to laugh and she joined in.

"I will tell you something. These clothes make me feel sexy. This dress is so light. And look what it does to my breasts!"

"I have a feeling you are a cup size bigger than your gran." Her chest filled the dress' cleavage to the bursting point. Claire looked down and laughed.

"Trust a man to notice that."

We smiled and talked all through dinner. Claire was actually a good cook. Well, to be fair her gran was, but Claire made the desert of apple pie and ice cream.

Washing up, we opened a bottle of wine and went down to the office. Claire insisted that we take some more photos and print them up.

Again the resemblance was actually scary and I found the whole thing a little unnerving.

Claire sensed it too and we both compared the photos on the computer to hers.

"God you could be your gran, if I slightly change your eye colour and you smile more with your teeth rather than with your lips." I took another photo as she did as asked. The computer program changed her eye colour and then, hey presto gran was reborn.

"Shit!" Claire exclaimed. I nodded. And printed it off. Claire looked at the photo shaking her head. "We could make films and only we would know that it wasn't gran - provided we didn't get too close."

"Yes, but would you want to make this type of film? Your gran seemed to be able to suffer a lot of pain and different torture. Hell, Claire, we haven't even made love and you are saying that I should film you tied up, whipped and all that goes with it." I paused. "It would be a turn-on for me, I admit, but hell Claire if I get it wrong you could get hurt really hurt."

She smiled at me as she took my hand and kissed it. "We could try it slowly so we both learn the business. Also if I look like gran we should get away with the law side; we can always say the girl in the film was her."

I somehow didn't think that would work, but as a bloke and being horny the chance to see Claire naked and tied up gave me a raging hard-on.

I played with the images in the memory. The lot was so horny. Before this I hadn't thought much about bondage. These images made the rope and chains seem very exciting.

"Chris, we have an email back from JC. He wants to meet in a cafe in Ostend on Saturday."

I wandered in and looked over her shoulder. JC had even included a map to the café and told us how to get the film over to the continent: simple really, just turn it into a CD and place it in the car's multi-changer.

We looked at each other and smiled.

It dawned on me that I had to be back to work in the morning.

I pointed it out and Claire with decisiveness unknown before decided to stay as long as I came back after work. The journey wasn't that long so I couldn't turn down her plan.

So leaving Claire to plan the Friday night trip on North Sea Ferries to Belgium, I went home.

Lying in my bed that night I realized that I wasn't sure how much I wanted to try this. It was quite scary and I worried that we might end up in jail.

The next evening I returned to Claire's house as I supposed it was now and got a nice surprise. Claire had cooked a lovely meal and was dressed in her gran's dress-up clothes. She looked gorgeous with her hair piled up on her head. She was so different.

We ate and she told me to go to the main bedroom and put on the clothes she'd left out for me.

This was so unusual that I did as asked and found an SS officer's uniform ...and a script. I read it and felt a knot growing deep in my stomach. God she was serious. Fucking hell!!

I dressed finding it a bit itchy but a good fit. It even had leather riding-type boots. Pulling the hat down I looked in the mirror. Well, mum and dad might recognize me but that was about all.

The pistol belt had a proper pistol on it and I checked to see that it was not actually loaded or real.

Walking down to the living room I found myself falling into character and made the heels slap on the wooden floor.

Claire was sitting reading the script.

"Hi! God, you look like the hardest bastard in the SS," she smiled. "I found this script in the lockers in the cell block. We should try some of the things; and then if we can do it, film it and take it to Belgium as well."

"Having read the script I doubt that we will be able to do much. Have you read it?"

She looked up and smiled, "Of course I have, and I feel that I can do it if you go easy on the harshest things."

"You have balls girl; I have to admit that. But hell, Claire, I would like a normal relationship with you before I get to spank and whip you."

"But Chris, for god's sake this will be fun!"

I had my doubts but as she was set on it and well, what could I do? And if it meant that I got the chance to make love to this beauty then hell, charge!

She showed me how clever gran was at making the props for her movies the dress was made for ripping off. Press-studs and a line of thin muslin would make the sound effects.

We went into the cellar to get acquainted with the tools of the trade.

Gran had hand-written the script. It seemed to revolve round the electro table (which I had no intention of using), and the whipping post, and the chair that was in the workshop.

We did a read-through and she just didn't seem that bothered. It would frighten me if the things described were about to happen to me. Claire just didn't seem scared.

We carried the chair with the twin prongs gleaming in the spotlights' glare. Placing it center stage I wandered over to the video monitor and realized that the cameras were on a type of autotrack and focus set up so all you did was start them rolling and the cameras did the rest.

Sitting down to read the script, Claire sat on my knee and stroked my neck. I looked at her and she kissed me. God, this was a strange relationship.

"Okay shall we start?" She stood and walked over to the desk. Picking up the thick shackles she fitted them around her wrists. They clicked into place. I bent down and locked them around her ankles. She picked up her handbag and hat that I positioned on her head. Reaching over to the start button on the control panel I checked that everything was working and walked outside with my prisoner.

Grabbing her by the arm, I kissed her. She smiled bravely and we opened the door to the torture chamber. She resisted and I had to pull her in.

I dragged her to the desk set up with a spotlight just like in the films. I sat her on the chair. The script said to pace around her while asking questions. These had been set out in the script as well so I didn't have to think about them as I wondered if the cameras could see the action.

Walking up to her I slapped her face with my leather gloves and she rolled with it making it look as if I'd hit her with force. Claire groaned and started to cry. Worried that I'd hit her too hard I stopped the cameras to check if she was OK.

"God, no! But I love this acting! It's like my drama lessons at school. I love this! Go on, start the cameras."

I did so and continued the questions. Her refusals actually started to bug me.

"Stand up!" I ordered in my false accent. She stood, quivering.

"Take off your coat." I passed her the keys to the manacles. She struggled to get the key in the lock. I drew my pistol and pointed it at her as I held her bag upside down and poured the contents over the tabletop.

Make up, a sanitary towel of the old type and an old rubber condom stood out as I rummaged through the bag's debris. I held up the condom and looked at her. "So, you are sexually active, you slut!"

She stiffened and I watched her fold up the coat and place it over the chair's back.

Her dress was the right period and I loved her shoes as they had ankle straps and looked very pretty.

She looked at me and waited. The script called for the dress to be ripped off her; but I thought that I knew a more humiliating act. I gestured with the gun and she moved away from the desk "Strip your clothes off now!" I ordered. She jumped at the sound of my voice as I moved the chair to the centre of the room. "And do it sexily and I might let your husband live." Claire looked at the ring on her finger acting for all she was worth.

In her super sexy French accent she breathed, "Mien Herr, if you let my husband go I will give you anything."

I laughed out loud. "Slut, I will take anything I want. It is up to you to earn your husband's release. If you tell me the truth you may even live."

She looked scared.

"STRIP!" I shouted. And I thought that this time the tears were real. Her fingers opened the buttons on her dress' front. She shrugged it over her shoulders. Gently trying to set up a rhythm she danced and dropped the dress to the floor. She then picked it up and folded it.

I tried not to stare as she was beautiful. Her old-style underwear was not too flattering...but the grip-top stockings...oh those stockings!

I pasted a lustful grin on my face as I leered at her, hoping my sunglasses didn't look too daft.

She reached behind her and opened her bra and eased it off her frame leaving the cups over her breasts in a perfect show of modesty.

"Get on with it," I barked. Claire straightened up and thrusting her breasts out in defiance pulled the bra off totally, and then threw it at the chair.

Now I was stunned. I had only glimpsed them once before, so I had to admire them. They were slightly bigger than gran's. Nipples that need sucking; the cold had done its magic and they were hard and crinkled.

I caught a slight look of triumph as she saw my reaction. Claire was getting into her part now and coyly took the French knickers off. And there she stood wearing just a hat, shoes and stockings. One arm was across her breasts and the other hid her bushy pubic hair.

I held out the manacles again and ordered her to cuff her hands behind her back. She did so and I made her sit and then placed her hands behind the chair's back. These I locked into a ring at the back.

Moving my chair back in front of hers I sat and looked at her.

She was blushing. I paused. "So, I need you to tell me who your contacts are."

Claire thrust out her chest and spit in my face. I was ready for it but it still shocked me. I slapped her breasts.

She screamed in shock.

"I will find out. Save yourself the pain."

The prisoner looked at me and I smiled a cold smile. She thrust out her chest again. "You bastard! You will never get me to talk."

I walked up to her and grabbed her chin. "You must talk; if not your husband dies and the children you love will be orphans."

Claire actually spit in my face.

I wiped the slime off my face. And walked away.

I moved the light to her face. I slapped her face again. She cried.

Long sobs racked her body. "I don't know. I don't know."

I walked over to her and knocked the hat off her head. She cried out in mock fear. I grabbed her arm and lifted her up dragging her over to the centre of the room. Fastening her cuffs to the chain I pulled her arms up behind her until she was bent forward with her arms above the level of her head.

Slightly stooped forward, her position wasn't very comfortable. The things it did for her breasts as they swung under her (gravity pulling them down, both nipples rock hard) aroused me.

Bending down I pulled the chains off her ankles and forced them wide apart making her stance even more uncomfortable. These were tied off to two rings. I moved around her looking at her bottom and her hairy pussy. Her head was bowed. Her hair was hanging down. She seemed so helpless.

To be truthful I had a feeling of huge power. It surged through me as I moved around her. I eased my hand around her smooth buttocks. I then moved to her front and cupped her breasts, squeezing the flesh and making her nipples even harder.

Her helplessness was so appealing. The script called for her to be whipped with a crop but as I hadn't used one I didn't wish to start now. So I picked a belt up off the table. Claire had set out the props and I saw that she hadn't put out a crop anyway.

`Good,' I thought as I moved over to stand behind her. I pressed the remote stop button and went to check the image on the screen in the recording booth. Yes she was lined up on two cameras.

"Are you okay with what's to come?" I asked, bending in front of her and looking up at her strained face.

"Yes but here I have an idea. This is going to be painful so place a camera looking up at my face. I don't know how to move them so you could tie my hair and pull my head back if you can't work out how to move them either."

Claire saw me looking in awe at her

"What?"

"Your grandma was exactly the same. I saw her make suggestions to George on a video I watched the other night."

She smiled again. So starting the cameras I laced her hair into a braid and wove some cord in with it. Throwing it over her cuffs I pulled her head back until her neck muscles were taut.

"Will you tell me the names?"

Claire's look at me said it all.

I stood behind her and flexing my wrist slashed the belt across her smooth orbs.

Her shriek of pain told me it was of the right weight to cause her pain anyway.

"Tell me, you bitch!"

"Stuff you, bastard!"

Again I slashed the belt across her butt. Flexing my wrist seemed to increase the speed of the impact. And as my lover-to-be wasn't complaining or giving me the code word, she must have been okay with the level of pain.

So I continued watching her flesh bounce as I moved my aim up and down the now glowing red ass cheeks of my victim. She still hadn't given the code word so I moved over to the table and picked up a pair of weighted clamps and flexing them in front of her eyes, bent down under her and applied them to her hard nipples.

Claire let out a loud groan. I looked at her eyes and saw her smile. These did add something to the tableau as each time I hit her bottom they swung in different directions, adding to her suffering.

I must admit to having different reactions being both slightly horrified by my erection and amazed by the sight before me.

Finally, "Gaston Pierre," she groaned and I stopped what I was doing and lowered her arms.

Her bottom was red and very hot to the touch. Tearstained eyes looked out from runny mascara as her breath came in sobs. I grabbed her arm and escorted her to the cell attached to the torture chamber and locked her in.

Stopping the cameras I let her out and she waited while I unfastened the cuffs. She threw her arms around me and kissed me hard.

"Oh my god we did it! I can feel my bottom throbbing as if it's a steam hammer." Claire held my hands over the abused cheeks and I felt the glow. Her breathing was slowing down and she seemed to be high on something.

"How did it look? As good as I feel, I hope?"

"What do you mean as good as you feel?" I wondered out loud.

"Well after the first ten or so I just found that the heat in my bottom was making me so horny that I thought you could smell me. It just got better as soon as the clamps went on."

She paused, "If I hadn't said the scripted name I would have orgasmed on the spot."

I held her in my arms and wondered about this strange revelation.

"So what's next?" She giggled while pulling me tightly to her.

I wiped my thumb under her eyes rubbing the mascara away. She seemed to be totally unaware of her nudity. I held her and slipped my hands around her waist. Her arousal was apparent as she spread her legs and rubbed her pussy on my leg.

I grinned at her and asked, "Are you ready for the next stage of the treatment?" She nodded and I took two leather straps and strapped her arms tightly together at elbow and wrist. Claire's elbows met with ease and I loved the results on her large breasts. They were thrust outwards and made bigger. More straps were used to pin her arms to her body at waist and above her breasts.

I sat her down in the middle of the room. Claire's ankles were placed into two leather cuffs and these were then attached to two chains. A motor was started and her body was lifted into the air. Widespread legs added to her desperate situation. She looked so sexy, hair hanging to the floor, breasts under her chin.

I moved to her and started the cameras.

"So bitch you have given us one name but that is not enough. Who is the leader of the group?" I pinched the offered nipples and pulled them until her breasts were stretched and she actually moved towards me. The script called for her to be set swinging by pulling her as far as possible and letting go. I did so making Claire grunt as her teats were elongated by the weight of her body.

I let go and she slowly swung across the room. Her face was a picture as I picked up the cattle prod and poked it on my thigh. "Fuck me," I exclaimed, "that bastard well hurts. Are you sure you want this?"

Claire's eyes were wide as she nodded and I moved the rewind switch on the controls and looked at the picture. I pulled her by her shoulders to set her moving again. As she swung I held out the prod and her thigh connected with the two electrodes. Her shriek of pain was very real. And loud - real loud. Her body was shaking and jerking, adding to the scenario. The next thing scripted was more of the same and using the prod I walked around her defenceless body touching breasts and buttocks.

Claire was crying and as I bent in front of her I felt guilty as sin for hurting this beauty.

She looked at me through her hair and she said, "Renyard Du Pirey."

"Ha! I told you you'd tell me," I said and walked to the winch controls to let her down.

I stopped the filming and moved to unstrap her. "No just get me some water please as I like how I'm strapped. This is fun."

I stared at her. The pain that I'd felt off that prod was not fun at all. "You mean that the prod wasn't too bad?"

"No it bloody well hurts. But no pain, no gain." She smiled a strange sort of smile.

"I have a confession," she paused, "I am as randy as hell."

"You are definitely your gran's offspring." She'd totally shocked me.

I went off and fetched the water and returned to find her rubbing her crotch on the arm of the chair.

"Itch?" I asked as I walked up behind her.

She grinned at me and answered, "No just trying to bring myself off."

"You hussy!" I laughed. And then I grabbed her and pulled her away from the chair. I took her and threw her into the cell. "You'd better cool down in the cooler." I locked the door.

Going to the editing room I watched the film and saw the spark from probe to nipple at the end of the film.

Her confession was accent perfect. She was a bloody good actress, no doubt.

My erection was rock hard and weeping as I sat replaying it. She was not far off from being as good as her gran.

My prisoner was sitting on the wooden bed waiting for my return. "Hi there," she smiled up at me as I sat on the chair in the corner and looked at her. She was so proud of herself as shown by the way she sat with her legs slightly apart to show her pussy and with her breasts thrust out as if waiting to be touched.

"How do you feel?" she asked as I sat drinking a cup of tea.

I stood and held it for her to sip.

"I'm not really sure. Horny, scared, in love I don't quite know...I feel so powerful when I have you at my mercy. While I was shocking you with the cattle prod I actually enjoyed it! It scares me Claire."

"To be truthful I'm as horny as hell. I had no idea that gran got so much fun out of this." She looked at me from under her hair. "Does this mean I'm a masochist?"

I kissed her gently on her forehead. She leaned into me and I rubbed her hair. "Oh this is good!" she breathed.

I helped her up and we moved back into the main part of the chamber. We looked at the script and Claire read the bit about the electric shock table and even she agreed that this might be just too much. We both agreed that we should call it a day as regards the filming but then Claire smiled and said, "Bring the cuffs and the rope." So with Claire still strapped up we went up to the bedrooms.

As we entered the hall the doorbell rang. It was one of those "oh shit" moments. Here we were: one naked with a bright red bottom and bruises on her soft skin with straps wrapped tightly around her, the other dressed in an SS Nazi uniform with a gun on the hip. Well, hell, who do you think should open the door?

We both giggled out loud and ran for the window to see who was there.

"Shit, what's Debbie doing here?" Debbie was here.

`Who is Debbie?' I wondered as I walked out into the hall unstrapping Claire as I sent her to change as I pulled off my jacket and holster. The trousers looked business-like. The shirt was plain.

I opened the door looking up the stairs just in time to see a red bum disappear into the bedroom.

"Hi, can I help you?" I asked, taking in the quite nice looking dark-haired small woman in front of me.

She looked shocked and stepped back a pace.

"Yes. I am looking for Claire. Is she here?" She recovered and walked past me into the hallway.

I smiled at her and shouted, "Claire, darling, someone is here for you!"

Claire came down the stairs dressed in a shirt and slacks and looked beautiful.

"Thank you darling," she gushed and I smiled at her and went to the kitchen to make coffee. And on returning I found Debbie in tears sobbing her heart out over a boyfriend problem.

So it was with a raging hard-on that I left and went home with images in my mind that guaranteed that I wouldn't be sleeping on my stomach that night.

Ballgag Bed tied bondage story FM; M/f; harness; bitgag; roleplay; video; acting; bond; force; strip; naked; cuffs; bdsm; spank; electro; susp; torment; denial; cons/reluct; X

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Chapter 1

Claire and I had been friends for ages. We both seemed to know that at sometime in the future we would be lovers. It was one of those friendships where you know each others' mates and go to the same parties but just never sort of get together. Claire seemed to be really sad at this party and being of a group of people who always have a laugh she stood out in her desolation. 

"What's wrong?" I asked sitting beside her on the middle step.

She looked up from her thoughts and smiled a sad little smile.

"My grandma died and I have to go to the house and decide what to do with it. She has left it to me in her will, but I have no way of getting there."

It was the chance I'd been looking for. `Thank you god,' I thought and then scolded myself.

"I will take you if you would like to go this weekend." She looked at me and half smiled and I held down the desire to hug her.

"Would you? It would take a lot of worry off me. She's been dead for several weeks and I really must go see to the place and I would like some company."

"No problem; where did she live?" Masham was the answer and I worked out that it would take a couple of hours maybe more. We arranged a time for Saturday and as she didn't really feel like staying at the party I walked her home.

Saturday

It was Saturday morning, very early and Claire had dressed sensibly. I  noticed as I looked at her as I drew up hoping that she was impressed by my new car, Claire is about 22 and tall. She isn't thin but not fat either. Her hair is long and ginger and the most startling thing about her is her eyes. They are bright blue with a glint in them of trouble. 

We stopped and had a McDonald's breakfast near Goole her treat as I was driving her. On the way up the A1 Claire told me about her gran and granddad. They sounded like nice people. It turned out that Claire used to stay with them over the summer holidays and at Christmas when her Parents were away on business. 

Finding the house took a bit as my guide never had to find it before as her granddad always brought her. So we actually missed the lane. Drawing the car down the long rough track towards the house I was struck by the sombreness of the house. It looked like one out of an old B-movie: tall, three floored and a loft gabled windows. Its sandstone walls were blackened with age. And it was surrounded by lots of out buildings and a stable block. The grass needed cutting and the gardens needed weeding, although the place looked rundown I suspected that it wouldn't take much to get it back to scratch.

Looking at my companion I saw a little quiver at the corner of her mouth she was about to cry so a  squeeze to her hand. She smiled a sad smile.

"Come on then," I said and pulled her out of her remembrances.

She looked up nodded and moved off up to the house. 

The curtains were all closed as is the tradition up here, that no dead person should be able to see into a house as the funeral procession passes. The keys were shaking too much to hit the lock so I eased them out of Claire's hand and opened the door. It swung on well-oiled hinges. Claire stepped in and turned the light on and sighed with relief. I put my hand in hers and said, "I am here for you." She nodded and we walked inside. 

The house interior was a complex mix of old Victorian and 20th century: a huge kitchen with all new-style gas oven and hob; and old copper pans hanging from a rack. I picked up the metal kettle and we both started at the loud sound of the water as I filled it. Claire lit the gas and I smiled at her. 

"You make the coffee and I will go open the curtains," she said as she disappeared out of the room. 

Going back to the car to fetch the coffee and milk we'd bought at a local Spar just down the road I saw Claire looking out of the window and again I was struck by her beauty. She saw me and waved. I waved back. The house was slightly warmer as I entered and I heard the central heating clicking and creaking. Pouring us both a coffee I sat and looked around the kitchen. 

It was nicely decorated. And there were photos of a couple both gradually getting older on a Welsh dresser on the far wall. Grandma was a stunner. In the earlier photos you couldn't see the colour of her hair due to being old black and white type. But in a later one you see that her hair was the same colour as Claire's.

`Claire seems to have inherited gran's looks as well,' I thought.

She looked at me and I smiled at her. "You okay now?"

She grinned, "Yes thanks. I loved my grandparents; they had such a zest for life."

"I'll go see if there is a grass cutter and cut the grass if you want a bit of time on your own. I'll just be outside if you need me."

Claire nodded, "Thanks."

I finished my drink and wandered outside. The sun was now out and the house looked so much better with the curtains open. 

In the shed I found a mini tractor. `Oh ace,' I thought. I'd always wanted to drive one of these. Mind you when I saw the size of the back lawn I got the feeling I would be gone for some time. Still it was fun as I started the tractor and worked out how to use the attached cutters. It was about dinnertime when I saw Claire waving to me to come to the house.

"You must be hungry," she said as I walked into the kitchen.

I smelled hot soup.

"Gran has a huge freezer out in the old coal house," Claire told me as I sat at the table.

"Thanks for cutting the grass Chris."

I smiled and replied, "No problem."

"Chris, I'm going to have to stay here tonight. Can you stay too?"

"Well I haven't made any plans so yes of course I can." 

To be honest it was my desire to spend any time with her. And I had hoped to stay anyway. I continued to do the garden; actually enjoying it. The tractor made it easy. The weeding was done with a flame gun so although it was probably the hardest day's work I'd done for a while it wasn't that bad. 

Claire had cooked a nice tea using gran's frozen home made stew and rice.

"There's enough food for a year in there," she said pointing to the coal house.

"Oh Mon Cherie, moi and vous all alonge," I said in an awful French voice.

Claire smiled and laughed, "Idiot!"

"How's it going?" I asked as she looked sombre again.

"Oh not too bad. I spent the day looking at paperwork and not much else really."

Looking out through the window I saw the rain clouds rolling in over the hill tops. "This house has some beautiful views. I could live here."

 

Claire looked at me and asked, "Is that a proposal Mr. Darcey?"

I laughed, "It is a bit Bronte-ish isn't it?"

Claire asked me to light a fire and said that we would have a look at a huge chest of photos she'd found.

"Can I have a look around?" She nodded and while she washed up I light a fire and then had a wander.

The house was built on three levels and there should have been a cellar but I couldn't find a way in. The loft was clean, tidy and very warm. There were three radiators and the chimney breast ran through it. And the views, oh man, were they spectacular!

I heard Claire shout so I wandered back to what should have been the master bedroom. I stood agog. The bed was huge - a four-poster. The canopy was made of a hardwood frame and a lovely cover. Claire saw my astonishment and laughed, "We Devlin's are a lusty lot."

"God you must be! The bed is six feet square!"

"Could you help me down with this?" She pointed to a huge trunk. It was full of photo albums and loose photos. 

We struggled down the stairs with it and into the lovely old-style sitting room. Old leather armchairs, a chaise lounge and the log fire I had lit earlier greeted us. Claire pulled her jumper over her head. And I admired her body while catching a glimpse of smooth tummy as her tee-shirt went up with it. She caught my glance and smiled coyly. 

We opened a bottle of wine from her granddad's stock and sat next to each other on the floor. The albums showed granddad as a tall handsome man and gran as a beautiful young girl. They went through the ages until Claire said that one of the photos was the last one taken of him.

"How long before she followed him?" I asked.

"Not long, about five months."

Claire looked at the trunk. "Chris, this trunk seems smaller on the inside than the out..."

I looked and she was right. I wondered... 

I ran a hand along the bottom and found a catch. It clicked and a lid opened. Inside were as many photo albums as there were on the top level. These though had little locks on the covers and were bound in leather. There was beautiful craftsmanship on these albums. I looked at Claire she looked at me and I smiled back at her.

"Er, they might not want you to see these."

She giggled, "Do you think they are nude photos of gran then?" I noticed that the wine had gone to her head.

"Could be but if they are there sure are a hell of a lot of them," I replied.

"Shall we have a look then?" she giggled again. 

I paused and looked at her, torn between wanting to look for gran was a looker, and the fact that I believed that they would be stronger than simple nude ones. Well who does twenty volumes of one woman? 

Claire ran upstairs and came down with a key ring. "This was in gran's undie drawer. She has a lot of old-type stockings and corsets," she giggled.

I smiled at this drunken person who was at last cheering up a little; funny how alcohol can do that.

"This doesn't seem a little ghoulish does it?" I asked.

She thought about that one. "No because gran knew I was to inherit this place and if she was bothered she would have burnt anything that worried her."

I looked at a photo of the old departed couple and smiled. I thought they could be spicy as the old boy looked like a bit of a rogue.

How old was your gran?

"Sixty-three, she was a wild child of the late fifties and early sixties. She met granddad at 16 and he came from a wealthy family. When mum died they looked after me and sent me to boarding school and camps and holidays. I had a good time here."

Claire fit a key into the first volume it opened with a click.

She looked at me for reassurance. I smiled and said, "It's up to you."

Claire turned the first page.

"It's gran!"

She was dressed in a short flowery skirt of the fifties. The picture was black and white. Its style was very professional. Her eyes sparkled as she held a box in her hands.

"Phew your gran didn't half look like you," I said Claire nodded while trying to read what it said on the box.

She turned the next page.

"Oh my god," she uttered. Granddad had stepped into the shot and was helping gran fit a steel collar around her neck...

"That's quite thick for a necklace," Claire said and suddenly coloured up. "Oh shit! It's not, is it?" 

It seemed that ace granddad and grandma were kinky. `YES!!!' my mind shouted as the next photo showed grandma wearing handcuffs and ankle irons all linked to the collar and a chain around her waist. She looked so horny that I had to shift my erection that had grown inside my trousers. 

Claire looked at me, "Oh god, I never knew."

"Do you want to look at these by yourself?" I asked, hoping that she didn't.

"Please stay; I don't know if I can face what's to come."

`Me!' I thought if they get any hornier. She looked at me and I said, "We can stop now and you will never know." 

Claire looked down at the photo on the next page. Gran had wandered after granddad. Well she did not have much choice really as he'd attached a lead to the collar. The time elapse photos showed her walking after him. The next page held two photos: one a back view and the other the front. 

I looked at the back one first. She was wearing a tightly laced corset. Her collar had been changed to a leather one that covered the whole neck and held her head up and even attached to her earrings. This I realized was to stop her from turning her head at all. Both wrists had been strapped up between her shoulder blades by cuffs attached to a strap from the back of her collar. Gran's buttocks looked superb.

Claire had huge wide eyes and I realized she was looking at the front shot. Gran's breasts were on display as if on a shop counter. A ledge held them out and up; both nipples seemed to be erect. The high heels she wore made her legs look super.

"Oh Chris look! Her shoes are even locked on!" She was right. Little padlocks were locked onto the straps around her ankles.

We both turned the page and this one showed her husband easing a huge ball behind her teeth.

"Look how thin the corset makes her," Claire pointed out. To be honest the things I was looking at were her breasts. Wow! 

The next set showed gran straddling a thin wooden bar; her legs apart and balancing on wooden blocks. Granddad had attached a rope that ran up to the ceiling from her collar. This held her upright; two ropes one from each ankle to rings set out on the floor provided the anchor. Claire turned the page and winced. Gran's whole body weight was resting on her pussy. The bar was thin enough that her lips enfolded it. 

"God that must have hurt," Claire said; but the next photo showed gran with her eyes sparkling as granddad pulled her forward with a rope he'd fastened to the front of her collar and pulled her forward until her clit was trapped between pole and pubic bone.

The rest of the album showed gran tied to the pole in different ways and ended with granddad rogering her over the pole.

Claire looked over at me, "Shit, Chris."

"Yes quite a shocker isn't it." Thinking, `Wow, I have died and gone to porno heaven.'

She smiled that smile again.

I poured her some more wine.

"Well what do you think?" she asked.

"Truthfully I think your gran was superb looking. It seemed to be a mutual thing she seemed to enjoy it so what the hell. Who am I to judge?"

She looked at me again, "So you're not shocked then?"

"No your gran was as beautiful as you are now. The whole thing was done between them so what the hell..." I studied her and noticed that her nipples were straining against the white cotton of her tee-shirt. Cold, shock or just turned-on I wouldn't like to say.

`So do we burn them or carry on looking?" she asked.

I looked at her, "Your choice babes - she is your gran."

Claire grinned, reached between my legs and patted my erection. "Well this gives me a clue!" She picked up another one, fit the key and presto.

Gran was now maybe 40 and naked. Her breasts were slightly saggier, carrying a little more weight but still very beautiful. She was tied using rope and thin harsh string that made her breasts stand out and also made deep indentations in her flesh.

The photo albums showed gran tied tight. It moved from room to room and showed her tied to chairs and walls. But then the next one made us jump.

She was tied to the very table we were sitting against, legs at 90 degrees, a huge cucumber in her pussy and a carrot up her anus. Her head was dangling over the edge and gramps was thrusting his long thick dick all the way down her throat. A close-up showed his balls hitting her eyelids, the size of his weapon distending her throat.

"Deep throat," I whispered in awe.

Claire shuddered, "I will never eat cucumbers without this picture in my mind."

I grinned at her; she was taking this better than I thought she would.

"Let's have a tour using this book. There are things that are just here for bondage." We saw plants that hung from hooks and rings. Gran was tied to them. I pulled hard on one. It took my weight without even a squeak. We moved to the stairway up towards the top of the three stories. I turned the page of this bondage guidebook.

"Er, you don't want to see this."

I held the book above her head

"Show me!"

Claire took the book off me and I looked over her shoulder.

Gran was standing on the banister rail; over the three-floor drop. Her tied arms were crushed together at wrist and elbow, legs tied tight at ankle and knee. The scary things were the nooses around her breasts and neck. Gran's high-heeled shoes made her balancing act harder.

Claire climbed up and stood on the rail. She wavered and I had to pull her back. She hugged me hard.

"Oh god Chris! Shit this is so weird. Granddad was a judge and a doctor. Gran loved him so much. I never suspected them of this."

Gran was shown actually hanging from her breasts in the next photo as granddad lowered her to the ground floor. I realized that someone else must have taken this photo; but decided not to mention it. Claire looked at me a little funny. I held out my hand and she took it. We went down the stairs back into the kitchen.

The next book showed gran tied up and placed in a desk. Her head was the only thing showing. The next photos took a bit of working out. I let out a laugh. "Claire, it's inside the desk. Look, gran is tied up on her knees and there are her breasts attached to two clamps that run up in to the roof of the desk."

We went over to the desk in the study. Claire moved the globe of the world. There was a lid but we were unable to take it out. It took us a while to work out how to open it up. The whole desk opened out on casters. The lid then slid out.

Claire looked at me as I turned the two pens that were locked in the holders, these controlled the clamps.

"Lock me in this." 

I looked at her as she slid in and placed her neck in the hole. I shut the front part onto the non-moving back bit. Claire's head was the only thing showing. She grinned. I looked at the positioning; it placed her mouth near the edge. 

Claire sensed this, "Granddad was a clever old boy wasn't he?"

I pulled the desk open and let her out. "How did it feel?"

"Scary. I think that gran was very brave and it must have been very hard on her legs." 

The rest of the album got better. The whole house was rigged for her suffering. The small larder, the loft room window, all came equipped with lashing points. Gran was outside. Tied from trees etc. and then came a scary one, even for me. She was spread eagle on the lawn.

A crepe bandage totally covered her head. She was wearing rubber knickers with a bulge at the crotch that Claire pointed out it must have been a huge dildo. George was smearing her nipples and breasts with a thick substance. The photo following showed her breasts covered with thousands of ants and insects.

Claire shuddered, "Want a cup of tea?" 

I nodded and she moved to the hob. She looked a little shell-shocked. Do you blame her? I didn't.

The next album showed a younger gran in a torture chamber: wooden racks and a lot of different things. Granddad was getting good at carpentry.

Claire looked the photos. "There must be a cellar or something. Can we look?" 

So we begin the search. It took an age, we were both getting excited. And I don't know why. The search was very exacting; it took us an hour to find the entrance. Claire was in the cupboard under the stairs and let out a yip of excitement. I looked around the door to find her trying keys in a huge padlock. There was a layer of hardboard under the carpet that hid its shape. The lock gave way and we looked into the abyss of darkness. 

Claire disappeared into the dark and I heard her say, "Here we go," as a light snapped on at the base of a passageway at the bottom of the stairs.

Walking down them I realized that they were wide and shallow as if to make it easy to go down them hindered by bonds.

"Oh my god," I heard from further up the passageway. I jogged a good fifty feet. Claire had walked past all the closed doors to the very end one. It had two parts. One was a stable, the other a torture chamber complete with gallows, rack, iron maiden all those sort of old film props.

We wandered around and examined the different wooden items. Claire's eyes were wide as she pulled the lever to drop the trap on the gallows.

"For the love of god why would you build this?" she asked looking very scared.

"Well your gran was still here so it didn't work or they used something else..."

"You don't think they used someone else do you?" she looked really scared now.

"No I don't think they were murders as we would have seen some photos - unless they hid them somewhere." 

We wandered out of this room. It effectively had provided a cold shower to our mutual voyeurism. I opened the first door on the way back from the end room. It was a cell, a plain cell with a wooden bed with an old mattress on it. I walked over and patted it with my hand. "It's straw. They seemed to be creating a fantasy of sorts."

"What do you mean?"

"Well they used to fill old mattresses with straw in the early part of the last century. Look on the walls. There are manacles like you find in the old castles and prisons."

We closed that door and walked to the next. This was a weird room as it had a lot of collars and strange devices. I thought it odd because they used magnets to hold them in place. 

The next two rooms were storerooms. "We'll look at these soon."

Claire seemed bewitched by the cell-block. Next was a Nazi torture centre where electrodes and clamps adorned a table. A chair was the centrepiece. Metal rings and leather straps attached to it gave it an evil air.

Claire shuddered. I looked very closely; it all seemed to work. 

The last room contained a lot of wooden boxes. They ranged from coffin-size to a tea chest. Opening the coffin I saw that it was full of form fitting foam and straps. The tea chest was fitted with a lid with a hole. Neck sized. I looked at Claire and she looked at me. "Do you think you could get in there?" 

"Tied up and properly stuffed full of plastic or rubber," she grinned at me, "as gran would have been?"

I smiled at her, "Why, are you offering to give it a go?"

She blushed, "Kidding...I think"  she half laughs as if trying to kid herself and she looks at me funny?

I was and I wasn't; and we both knew it. She blushed deeper and we both smiled at each other.

"Shall we go look in the storerooms?" she asked putting brakes on the moment.

I followed her out and back down the corridor. I wondered about the fact that something was changing between us and also about how warm it was down here. It was then that I noticed radiators and a strange type of hole in the walls: vents for central heating. You had to admire Gramp's. He didn't do things by halves. The cellar had to go out under the out buildings. The place was like an iceberg with very little on top compared to what was underneath. 

The first storeroom held coils of rope, chains and in cupboards lots of leather belts, hoods, harnesses, nipple clamps and lots of different gags. I watched as Claire handled the harnesses and things. A door to a sub basement revealed a workshop. In the centre of it was a chair. Two gleaming black rubber dildos were mounted on the seat and a pair of bars attached to ratchets swung around to clamp the breasts between them a long set of straps hung from the arms and legs  and the back of the chair. Once strapped the person wouldn't be moving.

"George was still working on this when he died then," Claire noted.

Claire was bending down running her hands over the prongs with a strange look in her eye. It was very sturdily made. The timber was thick and well locked together. We looked around the workshop and found lots of drawings and photos. Claire remarked that there must be more rooms around. There were a hell of a lot of photos with gran strapped to different devices. 

The whole cellar area was very well built. I know, being from a family of builders, so it was the bloody work of a master builder. Looking around at the way the doors were fitted I realized that once he locked her in there was no way out. 

Claire wandered over to the other side of the corridor and we looked at the next storeroom. It held more of the same and a door that led to a dark room and a huge storage cupboard. In here were lots of clothes and uniforms. And a pile of video tapes. The uniforms varied from Nazi to Roman, and the female clothing was victim-related: French maid, French resistance worker, old Christian maiden, etc., etc. 

Claire let out a yip, she'd placed a video in the player and her gran was shown being stripped by two Nazi officers. Her clothes were ripped from her body. One of the men was George, her granddad. I pointed to the other, "You know him?" She looked closely and I realized that gran looked mid-thirties. 

So I presumed that A, they have filmed it some other old way and changed it to video, and B, it was before Claire's time so she didn't know the other participant.

She looked at the other masked man. "No I have no idea." Gran was being gently slapped around a bit. It was well done but as I work in TV I knew what to look for. It was being performed to perfection; her acting was superb. 

But the torture scenes that followed were real enough. The electroshocks actually included the spark from electrode to nipple. Gran was enjoying her role. No word of a lie. Even Claire gathered that. In fact gran orgasmed twice as the questioning continued.

Claire looked shocked, "What the hell is all this about?" She shook her head. The film continued and ended with a mock hanging scene.

The film was very well done and it finished with actual credits.

"That seems to be a commercially-made film," I said running the film right back to the beginning. The credits were done in German and French. I could only think that gran and granddad had found a market for these sorts of films. There were a lot of lockers full of films. We continued our tour of the cellars and found the editing room and a huge darkroom. A computer sat on a desk in the corner. 

Claire sat down behind it and opened it up. "Password needed," she found it saying. She tried her mother's name. 

There were thousands of names in many countries: a client list. Also there were hundreds of emails unanswered. Claire opened one; it contained an order for two videos. She was really shocked. It threw her and so I took her hand and led her upstairs. 

"We both need a brandy." She nodded and sat down at the kitchen table.

"Did the solicitor say anything about this or do you a copy of the will with you?" 

She nodded and went to her rucksack. Pulling out a brown envelope she unfolded it and we sat and studied the contents. 

"There at the bottom," I pointed out a bit that said something about a business venture in the name of her grandma's maiden name. The holdings were all now in Euro's. I got my mobile out and converted them to pounds. Claire blanched as I showed her the amount. 

"Fucking hell," she gasped.

"And you thought that you would have to sell the house didn't you?"

"Yes, but Chris this is living off immoral earnings isn't it?"

"Well your granddad was a judge wasn't he?"

"Yes but how did they do it?" Claire was flummoxed, her eyes wide.

We sipped the brandy. `What the hell do we do about it?" I wondered myself. 

As only a friend of Claire's I didn't see a way to do anything. We both were tired. And I said as much to Claire. She agreed and we both decided to go to bed. I showered and slipped under the duvet in the spare room. But not before I sneaked one of the photo albums upstairs. Yes, okay I admit it; I used it for my own sexual gratification. Sliding it under the bed I slipped into a weird dream world. This dream starred Claire in the position I had just wanked over. 

The photo showed gran on all fours; doggy style, her wrists locked into a pair of horizontal stocks. A noose from the ring on the roof around her neck held her neck in position and one from the floor stopped her from lifting her neck. Her waist was strapped to a sliding block. Her ankles were in stocks but wide-spread. Both her nipples where clamped and cords from the clamps went down to a ring set into the floor and these pulled her breasts into cones. George then attached a block with two dildos behind her and inserted them halfway in. 

The next series of photos showed him kneeling in front of her and placing a ring gag in her mouth. Into this he thrust a huge erection, and then using a long riding crop he began to whip her arse. This made her shoot forward onto this cock and back onto the dildos so she could breathe. You had to admire his inventiveness. Well I thought so anyway. 

It must be about 2:00 AM when I heard my door open and I felt a body slide into bed. "Hi," I whispered.

"Hi. Do you mind? I feel a bit scared and a lot confused, also I need company." Claire's voice sounded a little scared I must admit.

"So do want to talk about it?"

She snuggled into my back placing her arm over my waist. "No can we just snuggle tonight?"

I nodded and soon her breathing dropped to sleep rhythm.

I soon followed nervous of what tomorrow would bring.

to be continued... 

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