Chapter 35 "Drill Bits"
Janice Winterbottom didn't have a very good night. She had been chained
to a post by her neck. Her thighs and lower legs had been tied together.
In place of the harness a rope had been done into a figure eight and
looped around her breasts. The tail of the rope had a hook on the end
which was tightly and deeply anchored into Janice's cunt. Her arms had
been placed into an arm-sleeve.
"Good morning Sugar." Ivy announced as she closed the door. She walked
right over to Janice and grabbed a handful of hair.
"How do you feel this morning?" and before Janice could answer Ivy pushed
her head into the post.
"Aaggh!" cried Janice. Her body was already tired and sore. Her legs
screamed for release. Ivy let go of the hair and noticed a few strains of
it stuck to her hand.
"I don't like your hair honey ... let's remove it ok?" Ivy stood up and
walked over to the cabinet. She pulled out a pair of scissors and a small
black case. She dropped the case over to the side. Scissors in hand she
started cutting away at Janice's hair. Strains of it fell across Janice's
tortured breasts and legs. Even the weight of the hair seemed too much
for Janice as she continued to moan.
"There we go pet. All finished." Ivy took some of the cut hair and wiped
it across Janice's nose. Janice barely registered.
"Well, we are in a sour mood this morning. What will cheer you up? .. I
know, you can help me with my woodwork."
Ivy took the case and opened it. She pulled out a battery powered drill.
She took a drill bit from the case and placed in a clamp bit. She screwed
it all together and waved it in front of Janice.
"Don't worry dear. This will hurt you a lot more than it will hurt me."
Ivy used her left hand and grabbed Janice's left tit. Janice groaned more
loudly and then howled as Ivy pushed it in between the clamp heads on the
drill. Janice gasped for air when Ivy had finished. Her tit felt like it
was on fire.
Then Ivy hit the button. The drill was designed to go slowly. Ivy pushed
into the breast first and then slowly backwards. The tit turned 180 degrees
and Janice screamed at the top of her lungs. Ivy continued to drill away.
Rodney Basket relaxed in bed. He turned another page of his book. He had
a bit of trouble concentrating. Halfway down the bed a small section of
the sheet bobbed away. Rodney grabbed his bookmark and placed it into his
book. He dropped the book over to the side and then reached both his hands
underneath the sheets. He took handfuls of hair and assisted in Jody's
blowjob. He forced her head to go down faster and faster ... a few seconds
later came he. He shivered as his daughter drank down the last of his
cum and then she surfaced above the bed sheets.
"All done Daddy. Shall I go and see to Matt?"
"No need dear. Samantha is doing that. Go down and help Jackie and Lisa
"Okay Daddy." as she slid out of bed. She got to the door-way and Rodney
was admiring her small white nightie. It clung onto her body very lightly.
Her breasts were becoming full and her nipples were very erect.
"Daddy. It's nice to be home again." and before Rodney could answer she
disappeared through the doorway.
Rodney got up and walk into Matt's room. Samantha was straddling Matt with
his cock deep in her pussy. She bobbed up and down while Matt held onto
her tits from behind. Rod watched for a while and then smiled as Matt came.
He pushed her sister off and pointed to his cock. He knelt down and licked
"Feel good Son?" Rodney asked.
Matt smiled. "Oh yeah." He grabbed a handful of Sam's hair and, like his
father, helped her to give him a decent blowjob.
Janice's throat was horse. She couldn't scream anymore and that was a
problem as she needed to very badly. Ivy finished drilling Janice's right
tit and then yanked the drill away. Janice's tits was covered in blood.
Ivy stood up and went over to the cabinet. She came back with a small bag
of white powder.
Janice roller her head back. She was nearly out of it.
"Don't give up on me yet honey." Ivy took a handful of the powder and
rubbed it into Janice's torn nipples.
Janice found new energy to scream. It was salt.
Mr Boggis waiting just inside the front door. Rain very rarely happened
where they were but today it was pouring quite heavily. He chatted with
John about some of the new developments with the Castle when the headmaster
heard the car pull up the drive.
The driver got out and popped open an umbrella. He opened the back door
and a man of solid build got out. Both the driver and the man walked up
the stairs and through the doorway.
"Mr Gabriel. An unexpected pleasure. You know our head-porter John?"
The two men shook hands.
"I was just passing Mr Boggis. I don't mean to seem like I'm checking up
on you. I was wondering how the building of the castle was going?"
"It has been going excellent Sir. Naturally today is a bit of a let down
with the rain but I believe the concrete had been laid a week ago so I'm
sure this minor downpour won't do anything special."
"Good. And how is my runaway slave doing?"
Both the headmaster and John looked at each other. "Well Sir," John said.
"We've left Janice in the care of Ivy. If you would like to follow me I
can take you to them."
"Thank you John."
As the trio got closer to the room where Ivy was working they could vaguely
hear the screaming. John reached for the door handle but before he opened
it he turned back to Mr Gabriel.
"Sir, it might be wise to cover your ears. Ivy has a tendency to bring out
the best in our girls."
John turned the handle and walked in. Ivy looked up and Janice whimpered
as the stinging in her breasts slightly subsided.
"Morning Ivy. Excuse the interruption. Mr Gabriel is here to see Janice."
said the headmaster.
Janice barely heard the headmaster speaking but she did hear the name
'Gabriel'. With that she started to groan louder.
"Miss Ivy. Please don't stop on my account. And if it's possible, make
this bitch suffer some more." said the Millionaire.
Ivy smiled. Her smiles had been known to make slaves tremble but it had no
affect on Mr Gabriel apart from lengthening his cock. Ivy took her horse
whip and whip Janice across her thighs. She struck hard enough to draw
blood. As soon as she felt it was enough she took some more of the salt
and rubbed it in.
Janice screamed, cried and then fainted.
"Bravo! Bravo!" said Mr Gabriel and Mr Boggis.
Lisa presented her father the mail that had arrived. He took a pile and
read the address. He toss a few bills onto the table but held onto the
one which was addressed from Hackmoores. He studied the envelope for a
few seconds wondering what it could be and then opened it.
A minute later he picked up the phone and dialed Dave Andrews number.
"Hello, Dave speaking."
"Dave, Rod Basket. How are you?"
"I'm good Rod, and yourself?"
"Doing great. The girls are back and are excellent. I was just wondering
if you might have anymore info on this new 'community' that Hackmoores are
trying to set up?"
"Only a little I'm afraid Rod. All I have so far is the name of the Castle
that they're building. 'Tu Ubbidire.' ... it's Italian for 'To Obey.'"