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what about your editor, Enwright?’ Shiller asked.
    ‘Waiting in a car a couple of streets away, Director. We agreed I’d try simply to walk out through the front gate when I was done here. Otherwise, if I had to get out the same way I got in, he’d follow me until he could pick me up.’
    ‘What will he do if he doesn’t hear from you?’
    ‘If I don’t call him in by midday, he’ll tell the police what I’m doing and then come looking for me, Director.’
    ‘I see.’ Shiller consulted her watch. ‘A little over three hours from now. Well, a lot can happen in that time.’ Shiller rose and gathered up Vanessa’s keys and phone. ‘We shall talk again later, Vanessa. Meanwhile, I leave you in Miss Kyle’s capable hands. Miss Kyle, I want her malleable and obedient, you understand?’
    ‘Perfectly, Director,’ Miss Kyle replied.
    Shiller turned to go, then paused, eyes suddenly narrowing in thought. ‘By the way, do you live alone, Vanessa?’
    Vanessa answered the seemingly innocent question automatically: ‘Yes, Director.’
    ‘Do you have a regular boy or girlfriend at the moment?’
    ‘No, Director.’
    ‘Good,’ she said, and walked briskly out.
    Miss Kyle looked down at Vanessa, her eyes flashing with passion and anger. Vanessa shivered.
    ‘So, you’re a reporter who loses her nerve and runs away with only half a story,’ Miss Kyle said. ‘And you can’t see the big picture even now. Stupid girl! You think we’re monsters. Then why did we loosen your tongue by giving you the best orgasm you’ve had in years? Don’t deny it! Now you’re going to learn the truth the hard way. The Director thinks you’ve got potential, and she’s always right about people. She wants you “malleable and obedient”, so I’ve got to work on you some more. By the time I’m through you’ll be begging to serve!’
    She refilled the mug she had used to revive Vanessa after her forced orgasm and pushed it against Vanessa’s lips. ‘Drink!’ she commanded, and Vanessa gulped down the water until the mug was empty.
    ‘Open!’ she commanded, and Vanessa opened her mouth so that the ball-gag could be reinserted.
    ‘I’m going to start by putting you on show …’ Miss Kyle swung the rack round on its large castors, pushed it up against the curtains that covered one wall of the cell, and pulled a hanging cord. Vanessa gurgled behind her gag, shaking her head and squirming helplessly in her bonds as the curtains drew back to reveal a reflection of herself.
    Her vulva was still engorged, her inner labia glossy, pouting and flushed, her nipples crimson and erect, standing out on her hot, caged breasts. But far worse, just visible behind her image was the ghostly outline of the “mews” with its windows displaying helpless slaves. Now she had joined their shameful ranks. It seemed to Vanessa the ultimate degree of exposure. But then Miss Kyle added a further devilish refinement.
    Bending over Vanessa’s spread thighs she drew out four lengths of elastic cord fastened to the underside of the rack frame. On their free ends were small, spring-toothed metal clamps. Teasing out Vanessa’s inner labia from where they lay between her thicker love-lips, she pinched them between the spring jaws. Vanessa whimpered as, one by one, four sets of metal teeth bit into her tender flesh-lips.
    Miss Kyle stepped aside so that Vanessa could admire her handiwork in the mirror. Vanessa choked and whimpered in utter dismay. The upper pair of cords crossed over her hips and ran along the fold between the mound of her delta and her thighs. The lower pair came up over the curves of her taut buttocks. Between them the tension of the cords stretched the delicate flesh petals so that her vulva was spread wide open like an orchid in bloom, exposing the naked hood of her clitoris, the tiny pit of her urethra and the dark crinkled mouth of her vaginal passage. Anybody could look in on her and see every last intimate detail, as though she