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I’m not sure whether you should include me in all this. Hardly my type of thing. I’m strictly a behind the camera man.’ Nadia smiled, seductively.
    â€˜You mean you’d pass up the chance of screwing the delectable Lianne?’ she teased. ‘I’ve seen the way you look at her, so don’t try to pretend otherwise. Or maybe your tastes lay elsewhere?’ she continued. ‘Maybe there’s someone else you’d like to strap down and take advantage of?’
    In an attempt to cover his confusion and embarrassment, Simon Prescott stood up and walked across to the drinks cabinet. Nadia smiled to herself. Simon would be in on the trial run, whether he liked it or not, and it would be interesting to see just how he performed, even if it was only as a cybernetic extension of the real him.
    â€˜Plenty of tonic in mine, please Simon,’ she called over her shoulder. ‘I’ve got some serious thinking to do this afternoon.’
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    Clarissa, having been shown her reflection in the huge mirror, felt as though she wanted to curl up into a little ball and die of embarrassment, but the strictures of her outfit made that one of many alternatives now denied her. Precariously, she turned, stiff-legged, to stare at the massive blonde woman.
    â€˜What the fucking hell d’you think you’re doing?’ she croaked, her Australian twang far more noticeable than it usually was. ‘Are you some kind of crazy bitch!’
    By way of reply, the giantess seized the curved spine brace and hurled Clarissa across the carpeted floor, to land face down across the width of the bed. The crop appeared in her hand as if by magic, and two stinging cuts landed, one on each unprotected buttock, bringing screams of agony from the helpless girl’s throat.
    â€˜Scream all you want, slut,’ the blonde snarled, ‘but don’t ever call me names again, understand? Until we finally decide it’s time for you to go, you’re nothing but a slave, a worthless piece of shit. Slaves don’t speak without permission, or they get more of this.’ To emphasise her intent, she dealt another savage blow across Clarissa’s exposed left shoulder, drawing an agonised shriek from the pathetic, perspex-wrapped figure.
    â€˜Now,’ Christina said, casting aside the crop and hauling Clarissa back into a standing position, ‘understand this, too. What happens to you depends upon the actions of that goofy half-brother of yours.’
    â€˜Marlon?’ Clarissa tried to focus through her tear-filled eyes and wished she could raise a hand to wipe them clear. ‘What’s Marlon got to do with all this?’
    â€˜Plenty,’ Christina assured her. ‘At least, he will have. We want him to work for us and he seems to prefer being somewhere else, which doesn’t suit our plans at all. However, once he’s had a good look at how his darling sister has been treated, I reckon he might just have second thoughts.
    â€˜Now, everything that’s happened in this room since you were brought here has been videoed, but now we need to add a few refinements. Then, you’re going to make a phone call to Marlon and tell him just exactly how he can see for himself that we mean business.’
    â€˜And if I don’t phone him?’ Clarissa demanded defiantly. Christina gathered up the crop again and held it up to Clarissa’s face.
    â€˜Do you really need to ask?’ she purred. ‘Believe me, I don’t ever need much of an excuse to thrash a sexy little behind like yours. By the time I’ve finished with you, my little whore-in-training, you’ll be begging me to let you suck my cunt.’
    â€˜Never!’ Clarissa gasped, but the cold fist that was knotting itself into her entrails told her a different story.
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    â€˜So, is it really that lifelike?’ Paul asked. He was standing in the centre of the bedroom, dressed only in a rubber