Intoxicated

Chapter III: Sadistic Pleasure

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"NO NO NO LET ME GO!" Cameron screamed as they dragged her to the room Cuddy was in not too long before. She had yet to see what solitary confinement was like. The large Asian man had apparently been instructed to keep her in the basement and watch her until an instructed period of time. Before she knew it, Madam was standing at the top of the steps and yelling at the guy in Japanese. That's when he started to yank her up the stairs. She didn't know what room she was about to end up in, but she didn't care. Anything unfamiliar to her was a bad thing. "PLEASE JUST LET ME GO!"

"No dice Allison, you tried to escape." Madam said, coming up behind them.

"And I'd do it again, and again, you're a bitch and I am not going to do what you want!" Cameron yelled and then spat at Madam, who backed away so the spit landed on the toe of her six inch, black, stiletto heel. Madam looked at the saliva lumped on her shoe and then back to Cameron.

"You'll learn not to run, as a working girl needs no feet or working legs to operate correctly." Madam informed her and then opened the door to the room. Once Cameron saw the whips and canes on the wall she really felt panic bubble up inside of her. She squirmed in the large man's arms but she was no match for him. With her feet literally dragging, she was pulled over to the table and Madam said something in Japanese.

"LET ME GO!" Cameron screamed but as she had realized before, the man couldn't understand her no matter what she said. He went about restraining her but she fought him the entire way. "What is he going to do to me?"

"Cane the bottoms of your feet. Fifty lashes." Madam said. Cameron swallowed hard. She couldn't even begin to think about how bad that was going to hurt. The restraints were holding strong and she found that she couldn't even wiggle. The large man removed a rattan cane from the wall and flexed it up and down. "If you move your feet out of the way for even a second, you will get ten lashes with the cat." Madam motioned to a mean looking, black leather whip on the wall behind Cameron.

"Fuck you." Cameron spat at her. She watched the large man and without warning, he slapped the cane across the bottoms of both feet. Cameron screamed and instinctively moved her feet out of the way.

"That's ten, you wanna make it twenty?" Madam asked, folding her arms over her chest. Cameron looked at her, she knew that if she continued to move her feet, she could very well end up being beaten to death with the cat o'nine tails. She propped her feet back up, clenched her fists and teeth, and closed her eyes.

She made it to thirty painful strokes of the cane before moving her feet again. That brought her whip count up to twenty. By that time, tears were rolling down her cheeks and she had screamed so much and so hard that her throat was raw. After what seemed like an eternity, the big man finished his fifty. When he hung the cane back up on the wall, she was panting like a dog in heat and a thin layer of sweat coated her entire body. This caused her white cotton shorts and tank top to stick to her skin.

"Time for the whip." Madam said and then uttered a command in Japanese. The man swiftly obeyed, pulling a switchblade from his back pocket and flicking it open. Cameron was overly startled by this and started screaming. How was she supposed to know what he was going to do with that blade? "Calm down, he's just going to cut your clothes off."

"NO! NO!" Cameron screamed and started to struggle so hard that the restraints on her wrists tore into the skin and she started to bleed. She didn't want to be naked in front of a strange man and a bitch of a woman that she didn't know. She didn't see why she had to be naked to be whipped, but it was probably going to happen one way or the other. The huge man came over to her, and like he had done it a million times before, cut her clothes off and threw the scraps to the floor. Cameron, of course, fought him the whole time, even kicking him in the chest, though her feet were on fire.

Once it was over, the man adjusted her so she was laying on her stomach. The restraints on her wrists were attached to a thin strip of rope, making it easy to move her in whatever position he wanted. Tears flowed down her face freely, and from the position she was in she could watch him take the cat off of the wall. It had long leather strips hanging from it, and a wooden handle. It looked vicious as all hell, and she didn't want to feel it on her skin for one second. Madam said something to her companion in Japanese. He said something back, and Madam returned with something.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?" Cameron demanded, screaming it out even though she was sure her voice would be hoarse for a few days after this. Madam laughed and the man came around behind Cameron. There was silence between them then, the only noise was the screaming coming from the poor captive Cameron. "STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!"

That was when she felt a hand on her ass, spreading the well toned cheeks apart. It took a moment, but then she realized what was about to happen. Before she could make any move in trying to stop it, the large man pinned her down with his left arm, the one that wasn't holding the whip. Without any sort of lubrication (which Cameron would have prayed for) the handle of the whip was inserted roughly into her ass. She screamed and kicked her legs, even though her back was pinned down firmly. All the screaming and kicking in the world wouldn't stop this degradation and she knew it, but she had to try.

The man started to move the thing up and down, in and out. Cameron ignored the shame in her body for the moment as she focused on the pain. It was horrible, just like anyone could imagine being sodomized by a wooden stick. It continued for what seemed like forever, but it was in actuality about three minutes. When it was over Cameron was crying her eyes out and she could feel blood seeping out of her. As a doctor she knew there were all sorts of injuries she could have back there now, but luckily she didn't feel much more than a slight anal tear.

"Why?" She whispered in between sobs. "Why?"

"Couldn't ruin you for the customers. And there will be customers." Madam said. Once again she communicated with the man in a language that only they understood, and he released her hands from the table she was laying on. "Toshio is going to carry you to solitary. Have a wonderful time."

The man now known as Toshio took Cameron into his arms and started to carry her towards the door. Just as they were passing Madam, she held up a syringe which Cameron guessed was filled with heroine. She would do anything for an escape at that point, even daring to take the damn drug on her own. The syringe was handed over to Toshio and he placed it in his back pocket without a word. Madam sarcastically waved goodbye to Cameron, who could do nothing more at that point than cry.

She was led into an alternate basement, one on the other side of the house. If she hadn't been in so much pain then she might have been able to admire the sheer beauty of the place she was surrounded with. However, her ass hurt and her feet were starting to swell, there would be no admiration for her environment.

In the alternate basement there were six different metal doors with small glass windows at the top and a slot in the middle that she assumed food could be put through. Toshio selected a door, seemingly at random, and opened it up. Inside was a toilet, a sink, and nothing else. The room itself had to only be seven by seven, it was very small.

None too gently, Cameron was sat down on the floor. The jarring motion of it caused her to hit her head on the edge of the toilet which was not the cleanest one she had ever seen. Toshio looked at her, almost like he knew that she couldn't get up and even if she dared, her feet would cause her too much pain. He produced the syringe and held it out to her. She looked at it quizzically, trying to decide if it was something she really wanted to do. Quickly, she assessed her situation.

Her feet were swollen, and she was bleeding from the ass. She had just been caned, stripped naked, and sodomized. She was trapped in a house where the only English speaking authority figure was a bitch who seemed to be in control over everything and everyone. There would be customers in her future, men that she would have to have sex with if she wanted to survive. A heroine problem would be the least of her worries. She took the syringe and with tears welling up in her eyes, she found a vein and injected the narcotic.

It went to work on her almost immediately. She felt her whole body get warm, and her head started to float. She was suddenly outside of herself looking in, the pain melted away and everything seemed just groovy. Slowly, her head went back and her entire body relaxed so she was completely laying on the floor. Unknown to her, a smile crossed her face. She was far gone. Toshio reached in and grabbed the syringe from her loosely closed fist. If it was a choice between feeling this way, and feeling pain, she was going to choose it time and again. The door shut, and she was bathed in darkness.

* * *

When Cuddy woke up, it was because Nicolette was telling her that it was dinner and candy time. Apparently she had cried herself to sleep and had been asleep the whole time. A tray of food was set on the small table next to her bed. That's when she remembered that Cameron was getting a punishment too, or already had, she had not been good at keeping track of time. The food on the tray was on a paper plate. The utensils were plastic. It didn't really occur to her that she could use the plastic knife to jam in someone's eye, she was just hungry.

What had been presented to her was a chicken leg, some mashed potatoes, and corn. In the corner of the tray was a bottle of water. The food there wasn't bad, it was just in very small portions, always leaving her hungry for more. She sat up and pulled the tray into her lap. Behind the plate, and almost under it, was the syringe of white china. It made her excited, but she knew that eating was her first priority, the candy could come later. She picked up her fork and started to eat.

After she was done, she grabbed the syringe and injected it into her arm. She was already starting to get track marks and she hated it, but there was no way she would be going through this hell sober. Her throbbing foot was immediately quelled once the drug was in her system. She set the tray of food back on the table next to her bed and pulled her knees up to her chest. Now it was time to stare off into space for the next few hours until she fell asleep.

Things seemed just dandy until the basement door opened. Madam made her way down the stairs and came right over to Cuddy's bed. "I need you upstairs. You too Vicky."

"Yes ma'am." Vicky said, then got up from her bed and headed up the stairs of her own volition. Cuddy swallowed hard and looked at Madam. What could she possibly ask Cuddy to do now? Especially with that useless foot of hers.

"I already saw a client today." Cuddy said, even though she was in the process of getting to her feet.

"What? You think you only see one a day? Dream on." Madam replied and snapped her fingers, "Now get up those stairs." Cuddy bit her bottom lip and nodded. She knew that she had to behave if she didn't want to get beat, or if she didn't want to go without heroine.

Once she reached the top of the stairs, Madam was right behind her. She watched as the door was shut, locked, and then a code entered. If she had been sober she might have been able to catch the code. The thing was, there were extra locks on the door anyway, and no control panel for the code to be entered on the other side. Obviously someone had thought of every scenario for escape. Madam snapped her fingers and started to walk. This seemed to be a command for them to follow, at least that's what Cuddy gathered when Vicky started to walk behind Madam.

They were led upstairs, to the same large bedroom that Cuddy had been placed in before. On the bed were two sexy, school girl outfits. There were a pair of stiletto heels out for each of them on the floor at the foot of the massive bed. Cuddy looked down at her foot, she hoped that Madam didn't expect her to squeeze it into one of those shoes. She looked over at the woman for confirmation.

"Get dressed, I'll explain more when I get back." Madam said and then left, locking the door behind her. Cuddy turned back, only to see that Vicky was already naked and getting dressed in her school girl outfit.

"Is she serious?" Cuddy asked.

"She caned your foot, do you sink she kids?" Vicky replied in a heavily accented version of English. Cuddy wished she remembered more French from her school days, but since Vicky spoke English at least they could communicate. Cuddy sighed loudly and started to get dressed. She already didn't like where this night was heading.

* * *

Cameron lay on the floor of her cell, looking up. She couldn't see the ceiling in there only because it was pitch black. This place was major sensory deprivation and the heroine was only exacerbating the effect. She was cold, she was naked, and worst of all, the heroine was draining out of her system. After another moment of blank staring, she felt her way over to the sink and started to run the water. What she wanted more than anything at that point was to shower.

She felt incredibly dirty in body and spirit. Being sodomized was something she had never experienced before that very moment up in the torture room. It was something she had hoped never to experience, but low and behold it had happened. She wished she was back home with Chase and House and everyone she held dear. Then she thought about Cuddy. Where was she? Was she okay? It seemed like she would be, seeing as how she had always taken her "medicine" willingly like a good girl. She could only imagine what was going on with Cuddy at that very moment.

Once she figured out what nozzle was hot and what was cold, she ran the water until it was ice cold. She cupped her hands under it and drank what she could greedily. The heroine had made her mouth dry and she knew she was severely dehydrated because she hadn't had anything to drink all day. With the way she had been sweating after being caned and violated, she knew that getting water back into her system was going to be the best thing she could do.

When she was done drinking, she shut the tap off and felt her way back to the empty area where she was laying before. The only light coming into the room was through that little glass window in the door, and even then there was barely any. Her feet were starting to throb again, and just when she thought she couldn't take the pain any more, the light came on. This jarred her completely awake and she had to blink and squint rapidly to adjust to the brightness.

The slot near the bottom of the door opened and a tray of food was pushed inside. On the side of the tray was a syringe, which no doubt held the thing that she coveted most at that point. Dinner seemed like it would only be a bowl of plain, white rice and a bottle of water, but she would take it. On her hands and knees she turned around and then knelt by the tray. She picked up the bowl of rice and started to eat voraciously. The heroine would come next.

* * *

When Cuddy was dressed, shoes included, she sat down on the bed and tried to ignore the fiery pain in her left foot. She didn't know if she could stand in these shoes, let alone walk around. Vicky had gone over to the bar and was starting to mix various alcohol together. Cuddy had no idea that they were allowed to imbibe with alcohol, but it didn't seem that Vicky was drinking any, just mixing. Just as Cuddy was trying to convince herself to get up and walk over there, the door opened and two men appeared. Behind them stood Madam. She pushed her way through them and motioned around the room.

"Make yourselves at home, gentlemen." She said with a big smile on her face, "These two ladies will give you one hell of a show."

"Excuse me, what?" Cuddy said, the words falling out of her mouth before she could even stop them. She didn't want to put on a show with Vicky and in her mind that could only mean one thing, sex. She had never been with a woman before, and had no desire to even try, this was not sitting well with her.

"Who want's a drink?" Vicky asked, pouring out two martinis. Both men took a seat on the black couch that was across from the bed, and Vicky proceeded to bring the drinks over to them. Madam grabbed Cuddy by the arm and pulled her over to the door, where she began to speak softly.

"Do you want your candy?" She whispered, "Cause you will do what I say if you do. Vicky will lead this time, but don't expect that to be the norm. Have fun." Madam then shoved Cuddy forward and walked out of the door, locking it behind her. Cuddy felt like her whole world was melting down around her. She couldn't be with Vicky, she just couldn't.

It wasn't that the woman was ugly, far from it. Vicky had beautiful waist long platinum blond hair and icy blue eyes. She was almost stick skinny, but had curves in all the right places. Her legs were toned and so was her ass. Her breasts weren't very large, but Cuddy never really appreciated large breasts to begin with. She was thinking that this might be easier to do if she actually had said more than two words to Vicky when they were down in the basement.

Vicky walked over to her and pulled her in close, her hand came up and started to caress Cuddy's cheek. "Just follow me, and don't even sink about screwing up. I want my old room back." Vicky said softly. Cuddy was dumfounded by this statement but her head was swimming from the heroine and her inhibitions seemed to just fly right out the window. She wanted her candy, and she didn't want Vicky mad at her. Sure she didn't want to perform in front of these men with another female, but it was better than being raped by one of them, right?

Vicky came in close and softly kissed Cuddy on the lips. It took a moment, but Cuddy soon found herself kissing back. Her mind drifted away and she just let this happen. It would be better to enjoy herself than fight this to the bitter end. Vicky moved her towards the bed slowly, and once she had her there, she pushed Cuddy back. Cuddy let herself fall onto the bed, and watched as Vicky removed her top and skirt so she was just in a thong.

Cuddy had to take a moment to admire Vicky's topless form, she was, in actuality, very beautiful. She topped Cuddy and pulled her shirt open, revealing her breasts. By that point, Cuddy had all but forgotten that there were two men in the room watching them. Vicky lowered her head to Cuddy's right breast and took the nipple into her mouth. Gently, she started to suck on it as her hand massaged the right one. She was really good at this, Cuddy didn't even think that she had been with a man this attentive.

Vicky took her mouth from the nipple and started to kiss down Cuddy's chest, over her flat stomach, to the waist line of her skirt. Instead of taking it off, she pushed it up and slid the panties down by grabbing them with her teeth. For some reason, Cuddy couldn't explain, she was aroused. As Vicky's hands roamed her body she found that she was getting wetter and wetter. Vicky lowered her head and started to lick Cuddy's inner thighs gently. A small moan escaped Cuddy's lips, and that was about when Vicky nuzzled her face into Cuddy's pussy.

Cuddy arched her back and her hands found their way down into Vicky's platinum locks. Vicky was good, very good. As her tongue probed the wet folds, Cuddy squirmed beneath her, moaning and carrying on. It was one of the best oral experiences that she had ever had. As Vicky worked, flicking her tongue against the clit, Cuddy found herself picturing House. It was an odd thing to do, but the image of him in her head was so strong, probably the heroine had something to do with it.

Finally, she found herself close to climax, just as Vicky was doing a counterclockwise circular motion with her tongue. Cuddy cried out, screaming to the high heavens. Luckily she didn't call out House's name, although it was on the tip of her tongue. Her hips bucked and her nails clawed at Vicky's scalp. Vicky didn't stop until Cuddy's body relaxed completely, and when she was done she looked up. Cuddy lay there, completely spent. Little did she realize, now it was time for the clients.