Chapter 2: Nurse Betty
Charles Moulton's estate covered over 340 acres of rolling woodlands and
meadows. The house was built of creek stone and logs and was supposed to look
old and somewhat primitive. In fact, it had every modern convenience, including
what the old man referred to as his "Garden of Earthly Delights." It was a
sculpture and topiary garden built around a small lake and designed to look like
the painting by Hieronymous Bosch ！ minus the crowds of humans and animals. The
human element was provided from time to time when Moulton gave one of his
famously lavish parties. Animals, domestic and exotic, were usually also present
on these occasions ！ either in the form of humans in costume or the real live
thing. The Delta-City Zoo was always eager to accommodate one of its most
generous donors.
More intimate affairs, such as MA's visit with Bohner and Betty, had a very
different flavor. The strange structures that had emerged from the artist's
imagination five centuries ago became ominous when there were no crowds of
laughing guests with cocktails in their hands. And there was good reason for
this. The Garden on such occasions became the setting of elaborate, and often
fatal, games of hide-and-seek.
"Well, what do you think of it, Ms. A?" asked Bohner.
They had just emerged from a huge SUV with dark tinted windows, and they stood
in the driveway beside the house, overlooking the Garden. MA's wrists were tied
behind her, but she was back in costume (minus her belt) and was able to stand
on her own for the first time in two days.
"It's creepy. Why did you bring me here?"
"For training," said Bohner. "And for the sake of science. We're going to do
some experiments on you."
"Great," said MA wearily. "Just what I need."
Betty put her arm around MA's shoulder. "It won't be so bad. This is a beautiful
place. You'll get a lot of exercise and fresh air."
The regimen was to begin after a light lunch. Bohner told Betty to go easy at
first but to make it clear that she, not MA, was in charge. The goal was to
prove to MA that, without her magic belt, she was just another fairly athletic
woman. She had already learned how easily she could be bested by men. Betty
would now prove to her that she wasn't even supreme among woman.
Hand-to-hand combat ！ and losing ！ would occupy MA during the daylight hours.
When the sun went down, Bohner would apply the Magyar's wand to drive her to
extremes of sexual excitation.
Between the beatings by Betty and repeated rapes by the electrified wand, MA
would be reduced to a state of abject sexual submission. At that point, she
would be put on the international market. Moulton had assured Bohner that there
were powerful men in Europe, Saudi Arabia and India ！ and at least one woman in
California ！ who would pay tens, perhaps hundreds of millions for such a toy.
He himself, if he were a few years younger, would have gladly parted with $50
million for a superheroine-turned-sex slave.
MA, of course, knew none of this. But she expected the worst. Even Betty's arm
on her shoulders seemed less a reassuring gesture than an omen of disaster. It
was a strong, muscular arm, and MA had had more than her share of pain and
humiliation from women with strong, muscular arms during her stay with the
Magyar.
# # #
Betty tried to keep in mind Bohner's instruction that she was to go easy at
first. MA certainly wasn't cooperating. Each woman was armed with a thick,
four-foot-long hickory staff. Betty had planned to smash MA's knee, then bring
her down with a quick blow to the back of her neck. But MA parried her first
stroke and countered with a swing that, had it connected, would have kayoed
Betty before the bout was five seconds old.
Betty ducked that one and parried the next with her rod, but MA managed to land
a stinging blow to her shoulder. Betty retreated, and MA pressed on. Betty
blocked a particularly vicious blow, but it landed on the ring and little
fingers of her right hand, and the pain almost forced her to lose her grip.
But MA was momentarily off balance, and that gave Betty the opening she needed.
She swung her staff up and slammed it into MA's crotch.
The superheroine groaned and staggered. Betty's rod came down on the side of her
head with a loud crack. MA fell face forward, unconscious.
"Okay," said Bohner, who had been sitting on a concrete railing at the edge of a
patch of lawn Moulton called the dueling ground. "That's enough for today."
Betty, breathing heavily, gasped, "No shit. I'm bushed."
Two members of Moulton's house staff, dressed in white linen jackets and black
pants, lifted MA and carried her into the house.
"What now?" asked Betty.
"We'll let her recover for a while, then I'll try the wand."
"That gizmo from the Magyar's place? Can I watch?"
"Of course," said Bohner. "We're a team. Together, we're going to reduce Ms. A
to something just a notch above the vegetative state ！ let's say she'll become
a cabbage with a craving, a lecherous lettuce."
"A rape-able rhubarb," said Betty, joining in the fun.
"A cock-sucking cauliflower."
"A cucumber with a cunt."
"An erogenous eggplant."
They were laughing hysterically as they went into the house for a mid-afternoon
cocktail.
# # #
The dinner menu for MA was much the same as what she had for lunch: chili
peppers, figs and raw oysters, with a fine pinot grigio to wash them down, and
strawberries dipped in chocolate for dessert. The emphasis was on foods that
were reputed to be aphrodisiacs. Bohner was skeptical of those claims but was
willing to try anything ！ including an experimental Dutch drug called Verlangen
that was supposed to drive women crazy with desire. He had injected MA with the
drug while she was still groggy from the blow from Betty's fighting staff.
None of this had any visible effect during dinner. MA ate sparingly. Her head
ached, and she still felt dizzy.
Moulton had driven in from town to join them. He sat across from MA and couldn't
keep his eyes off her.
"You don't appear to feel well, young lady," he said as the salad course was
cleared. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Yeah," said MA. "Give me my belt and let me get the hell out of here."
"I'm afraid I can't help you. We don't know what happened to your belt, and
believe me, we're as eager to examine it as you are to wear it. As for letting
you go, that's out of the question. You have become a commodity ！ or soon will
be. A very valuable commodity."
"What do you mean?" MA asked.
Moulton looked at Bohner. "I see, you haven't told her. Very good. I'm delighted
to the one to break the news." Turning back to MA, he said, with a dry smile,
"You will soon be a very high-priced slut. The auction will be handled over
secure lines, via the Internet. Bidding will start at $2 million, and I'm sure
it will climb rapidly."
"For me?" MA asked.
"For you, my charming princess. You have amazed us over the years with your
bravery, your strength and your cunning. And I'm sure you're not surprised to
hear that many of us also yearned to see you defeated and humiliated, yearned to
be able to fuck you while you were helpless or, better yet, while you were under
the influence of drugs that would make you want to be fucked."
"You'll never get away with this," MA said.
Moulton chuckled. "But of course we will. Stepford is part of our syndicate, so
don't expect the police to come rescue you. Meanwhile, you can't escape with so
many guarding you. And soon you probably won't even want to escape." He winked
at Bohner.
After dinner, they went down a spiral staircase that led to a lower level fully
as large as the first floor of the house. It was filled with exercise equipment,
a hot tub and several metal tables of various sizes. One was fitted with
stirrups at one end and chains and manacles at the other.
MA balked when she saw it, but Betty pushed her forward.
"You fucking bullies," MA said bitterly. "I can't believe you're going to do
this to me."
"Do what, dear?" asked Moulton. "Oh, I see. You think this is some sort of
torture device. Nothing could be farther from the truth."
Betty turned her around and looked into her eyes. "Strip," she said. "Don't make
me do it for you."
MA removed her costume with trembling hands. Then she covered her breasts with
her arms.
"The mask, too," Betty said.
MA took off her mask.
"Quite lovely," murmured Moulton.
"Get on the table and lie on your back," Betty ordered.
MA did as she was told. The metal was cold, and a shiver ran over her body.
Betty and Bohner grabbed her wrists, pulled them over her head and secured them
with the manacles.
"Put your feet in the stirrups," Bohner ordered. MA didn't move.
"You want me to force her?" Betty asked.
Bohner shook his head. "I don't think that will be necessary." He reached under
the table.
"I've got a surprise for you, Ms. A," he said. He was holding the Magyar's wand.
MA began to tremble violently.
"Your body remembers this, even if you mind doesn't," he said.
MA's knees were pressed together and her feet were pointed down, guarding her
crotch. Bohner slid the wand across the outside of one thigh. MA moaned softly,
and her legs began to relax.
He rubbed the sphere at the end of the wand up and down her thigh. Her knees
parted slightly, just enough for him to press the wand between them, and down.
She began to wriggle and breathe heavily. The sphere pressed down until it
touched her furry mound. She lifted her pelvis to meet it, and swung her legs
wide apart. Her body was begging to be raped.
Bohner knew he had to be careful. This strange instrument could produce intense
pleasure, but it could also kill. He caressed her vulva with the wand, then
teasingly pushed it in a little. Her reaction was explosive. She screamed with
pleasure and her hips rose and fell, banging against the table.
"Get her feet in the stirrups and secure them," Bohner shouted. Betty and a
burly aide grabbed her ankles.
"Here comes the big bang," said Bohner. He shoved the sphere into MA's pussy. It
disappeared, along with seven inches of the wand. MA's body heaved, and sounds
that were half screams, half sobs poured from her.
Slowly, Bohner withdrew the wand. MA's gyrations subsided. She lay very still ！
alarmingly so, Bohner thought.
"Check her pulse," he said to Betty.
"Weak, but she's still pumping."
Bohner grabbed a stethoscope and blood pressure gauge from another table while
Betty unshackled MA's wrists. After half a minute, he said, "She's okay."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
MA was left to recover, with Betty at her side. Bohner and Moulton went back
upstairs, for cigars and brandy.
"An amazing display," said Moulton. "Can I give it a try tomorrow?"
"Of course," said Bohner. "The wand has 12 power settings. Today, we went only
to level four. I think it would be safe to move up a notch or two."
Moulton smiled. "By God, I haven't been able to get a decent erection in nine
years, but I almost feel I could give her a good fuck tonight."
"You're welcome to try anytime you want, Mr. M," said Bohner. "And if your dick
isn't up to it, the wand is a dandy surrogate."
