The Controller carefully arranged Eve Sutter in the clunky yet elegant wedge heels specifically intended for the brunette's otherwise nude body. The footwear set off the tall woman's alluring figure...and forced a pair of breasts that the Controller could only describe as 'poignant' to jut out ashamedly from Eve's wracked torso. The whore had been carefully positioned - arranged, posed - in the very center of the expansive basement area. In such a way that the Controller was certain Eve could see her helpless figure in the pair of full length mirrors that dominated the setting. And in prime view of the battery of cameras ready and waiting to document the unfortunate female's suffering.
Because the Controller had painstakingly arranged Eve's naked body. In the wedge heels. Under the bright lighting, Deep, maniacally deep, belowstairs. With an array of steel chrome utensils spread out along a velvet coverlet atop a wheeled tray table. The instruments of torture meant to force poor Eve Sutter to scream in agony and beg for mercy for perhaps the next four to six hours.
It was all arranged.
'Wondrous' was the word the Controller later employed to describe Eve's plight down in the dungeon. With her arms so painfully yanked high above her head...so that Eve's wrists could be bound very tightly together and secured with a line to an iron ring in the ceiling of the chamber. Directly above her head. So that THAT body could dangle and so that THOSE wedge heels could rattle as a session of torture sprang to life underneath 2112 Division Street.
The arrangements were complete.
Yet this was all mere window dressing for the sobbing creature seemingly forgotten in the southeast corner of the torture chamber. Nicole was indeed temporarily forgotten - misplaced, forsaken - but for the fact that her own luscious, naked body had been manipulated. Posed. Arranged. Forced to endure the stresses of one the Controller's most crippling hogties. In the corner. But well within listening distance and benefiting from a solid viewing angle of the agonies Eve would soon decorate the pitiless walls of their mutual prison with her shrieks and pleas.
It was a fine arrangement. Eve was going to suffer. Spasm and writhe. Nicole would witness. Sob and wait. So it was that the sadist neglected Eve for just long enough to approach Nicole, turn her inviting body onto its left side, straddle her face with his hips and begin to rape Nicole's mouth with inches of humiliating cock length and penis girth. Fucking Nicole's very facial identity as Eve whimpered in anticipation of the excruciating pain soon to come. Soon to maim.
Twas all arranged. Nicole would finish giving her Lord and Master his second bout of oral sex of the day. Then Eve would be punished sexually without mercy; primarily the brunette's nipples, long legs and anus. Then it was assumed the Controller would 'allow' his victim to hang before the mirrors and the cameras...so that he could (at last) free Nicole from her agonizing hogtie. And begin to rape Nicole's hard won body. Primarily her anus.
Twas to be an evening with Nicole. And poor Eve.
And as the Controller enjoyed himself - and played out Eve's torment beyond Hour 7 (or Hour 8) - he smiled to himself and thought of tomorrow. When poor, doomed Eve Sutter would beg to be hogtied. So that Nicole had a chance to experience the mirrors. And the cameras. And the magnificent pain.
Everything was arranged. Every day. An evening with Eve...a night with Nicole. And not a soul heard the women's screams but they themselves.
A very nice arrangement.