CHAIN REACTION by Jennifer Jane Pope

In this book, the sequel to Assignment for Alison, the vicious Ralph Hancock, still smarting from the reverses he suffered at the hands of Alley and her friends, is determined to exact a terrible revenge. Alison finds herself his prisoner and knows that she can expect no mercy.

The sound of the cell door being unlocked jerked Alison back to full consciousness and she opened her eyes, unsurprised to see the powerful figure of Douglas silhouetted against the light of the corridor beyond. He stood there for several seconds, unmoving, watching her and she, in turn, remained just as motionless. Finally, he broke the stalemate and stepped into the room.

`You must be uncomfortable by now,' he said, flatly. He reached out a hand and tested the strap holding Alison's left wrist outstretched, but it was no more than a symbolic gesture, for they both knew that the leather was thick and strong enough to restrain a fully grown bull. His hand moved across, fingers brushing lightly against the latex of the discipline hood where it was stretched over the flange of the stubby gag.

`Silence,' he whispered, `is golden, as the song says.' He took a step back and studied her carefully. `Very nice,' he said, eventually. `Very nice indeed.' He peered down to where the padded pole projected out from between Alison's thighs and gave a smug grin as he saw the tell-tale dampness on its upper surface.

`Keeping yourself warm, eh?' he said. Behind the mask, Alison was already blushing, but then what did he expect, she asked herself? Marcia herself had designed these cells, the short poles, with their ridged edges adjustable so that a slave could indeed keep herself on the very edge of anticipation - even take herself beyond that precipice and into the very chasm itself.

Inside her, she felt the lifeless vibrator suddenly start to feel larger and larger, though she knew that this was only an illusion. She grunted, trying to shift her position, but succeeded only in causing the horizontal phallus to abrade her gaping sex lips where they prottruded through the strategically placed slit in her catsuit, a friction which instantly began to reawaken her libido.

Douglas reached down, his massive hands grasping her hips and he stooped slightly, so that his eyes were looking directly into hers.

`Shall I help?' he hissed, between clenched teeth. Slowly, deliberately, he drew her forward a few inches, before thrusting her backwards again until her buttocks slapped against the wall, all the time keeping a relentless downward pressure on her, so that the cunningly crafted ridges began to do their intended work. Alison gasped, and a stream of air hissed out through the narrow opening in the middle of her gag.

`Marcia was right about you, Mitzi,' Douglas said. `A few chains and some rubber and you're almost begging for it, aren't you?' Alison wanted to shake her head, to deny what he was saying, but inside she knew the truth only too well and right now there was only one thing she really wanted.

It had been this way at Dennison Hall, too, even though she had known that Hancock and his cronies were not just playing role games, but meant everything they said and did. Alison had been in genuine danger then - not in danger for her life, perhaps, but in danger nevertheless, hours, maybe only minutes away from being sold on into a life of real slavery, miles from any help, as she had thought at the time, and helpless to change her fate. And yet, in the midst of the worst horrors, she knew she had never been more than a touch away from surrendering to some inner demon that demanded it be satisfied above and before all else.

Inside her rubber covered head, Alison could now hear her pulse beginning to pound faster and faster. Between her thighs she felt hot and moist and, no longer shamed by what Douglas might think, she began to grind her hips against the protruberance beneath her, groaning through her gag and willing him to either turn on the vibrator, or maybe seek another route to her fulfillment.

`Animal!' Douglas relaxed his grip on her and stepped away again, but Alison continued to work herself towards even greater excitement. Dimly, she was aware that this was probably what he expected, what he wanted, for her to debase herself before him, but she no longer cared. Inside her latex cocoon, silent, helpless, anonymous, she no longer cared about shame, for he had turned her into a creature designed only for lust, an amorphous female figure he knew only as Mitzi.

`Stop that!' His barked command was ferocious, yet still he had to intervene physically, one hand hooking under the front of her corset to lift her clear of the stimulation, the other seeking and unfastening the bonds that held her upper limbs. Then, no sooner had he released his grip in order to free her ankles, than Alison was once again astride the rubber shaft, rocking furiously back and forth in a race to bring herself to the climax her burning body needed, before he could once again turn his attentions towards depriving her of it.

Douglas won the race, but only just and, as he pulled Alison into the centre of the cell, her knees gave way beneath her and he was forced to catch her in his arms. Slumped against his chest, she turned her head and stared up into his face, her eyes imploring him, rippling growls rising from her throat to force their way past the rubber gag and the outer skin of the helmet.

`Shameless bitch!' He forced her upright again, holding her easily at arms length, grinning at the way she still tried to work her thighs together in an effort to bring the lifeless vibrator into play.

`Wait,' he said, eventually. He stretched out one booted foot and kicked it between her own feet, forcing her legs further apart and keeping it there as a precaution against her drawing them together again. He regarded her with an air of amused detachment and then nodded.

`Let's have you in the appropriate begging position again first,' he said. Quickly, he fastened snap rings to the staples in her ankle cuffs and unzipped the rubber suit where it covered her ringed nipples. Realizing his intention, Alison gave a muffled squeal of protest and tried to wriggle away from him, but he was far too strong and very efficient. Seconds later, she stood once again as she had when he had prepared her for the journey here, hands and arms half raised in an attitude of supplication.

`Better,' he said, releasing her at last. Instinctively, she pressed the tops of her legs together again, but this time he made no attempt to stop her. Instead, he retreated even further, until he was once again framed in the doorway and slowly dropped one hand to his crotch in an unmistakably provocative gesture.

`Is this what you want, puppy dog?' He rubbed himself and Alison's eyes were drawn, as if by magnets, to the rapidly swelling bulge beneath the tight fitting leather breeches. She hesitated, but only for the briefest of seconds. With a moan of frustration, she began to nod her head. Douglas raised his free hand and crooked the index finger at her, backing out into the corridor as he did so. The implication was obvious.

With Alison tottering after him, Douglas backed along the short passageway, until he arrived at the door she recognized as leading to the largest of Marcia's subterranean dungeon area. It swung open easily when he pushed against it and he continued his reversed progress inside.

`Come to me.' He spoke flatly and without any apparent emotion, but Alison was now scarcely listening to the words. Obediently, hands still raised like begging paws, she moved towards him, until he stopped, raising both hands to indicate she should do likewise. He looked around, apparently seeking something and his eyes flared angrily when he did not see it.

`Get in here, you whore spawn scum!' His roar echoed around the stone walls and Alison recoiled at the vehemence in it, but his rage was not directed towards her, as she quickly realized when the white faced figure of Melanie appeared beside her. Douglas pointed at the maid, his lip curling.

`I told you to wait for me in here!' he bellowed. `I didn't say wait outside, nor in the next room, but in here, right?'

`Y-yes, master,' Melanie quivered. `I-I'm sorry, but I realized you might need this.' She held out a small jar in one hand, presenting it to him. He narrowed his eyes, leaning closer to inspect it and suddenly his brutal expression twisted itself into a crooked grin.

`Ah, yes,' he said, his voice dropping several decibels, `of course. Looking after your little friend's interests.'

`And yours, master,' Melanie hastened to assure him. `Ease of entry will increase your own pleasure.'

`And you'd know all about these things, wouldn't you?' Douglas sneered. `Perhaps you'd rather I was going to do this with you, eh? Or maybe you'd rather fuck the bitch yourself, is that it?' Melanie shook her head, more vigorously than was perhaps necessary.

`No, master!' she exclaimed, obviously alarmed that her intentions had been misconstrued. `I would never dare to presume.'

`Of course you wouldn't, you heap of useless crap,' Douglas retorted. `But you may still have your uses and who knows, maybe I shall let you fuck the whore anyway. Now, hold onto her for a while, whilst I prepare myself.'

`Would you like her gag removed, master?' Melanie suggested, relinquishing the jar to Douglas at last and turning to steady Alison, who was now becoming decidedly unsteady. Douglas shook his head, reaching for one of the sturdy, steel framed upright chairs that stood together beneath one of the many equipment racks that adorned the wall of the chamber.

`No,' he said, tersely, `leave her mouth plugged. She makes such delightful noises when she's excited. But you can unzip her gusset, though I want the vibrator left in.' He dragged the chair nearer the centre of the floor space and placed the jar on its seat, so that his hands were free to wrestle with his belt and the zip that held the front of his breeches closed.

Chain Reaction is published by Chimera Press in the UK, priced £5.99 and available in most bookshops. Alternatively, you can visit Chimera's own website at www.chimerabooks.co.uk where you can order a copy using your credit/debit card.

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