She didn’t dare to move her crotch, or she would have crippled herself, or even worse, would be bleeding to death. All hopes of liberation vanished, when Nicolette, her Nicolette, her secretary that she had trusted said to her tormentor:
“Jack, that’s been brilliant, how you handled that snobby bitch, I bet she’s not all too happy with her future destiny, have you told her anything already?”
“No, Nick, just enough to keep her uneasy, but I can’t wait till we have her in our basement, the full truth about her fate might turn out to be an important factor in her drill. Before she could react Jack stood before her closely followed by Nicolette. But something in this voice troubled her and that was the ice cold undertone, bare of any feelings. Suddenly the thing in her mouth started to pulse and Jack pulled on the nipple lines, not too hard but enough to make her look into his face.
