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returning as he did so. His breathing was heavy, invigorated yet weak, a side
of him that only two women had ever seen - Ilona and Catriona.
'On your knees and beg for forgiveness for your absence from here!' She struck
him hard across the face with her crop, a blow that jerked his head back,
brought instant pain but no resentment; only humility. And Sabat fell to his
knees, head bowed, mumbling his apologies and begging for the forgiveness she
demanded. Secretly knowing it was all part of a vicious game and playing
along.
His senses swam, his body responding in a way appreciated only by those who
thrill to erotic chastisement. Hit me again, Catriona, hit me hard! She seemed
to read his thoughts, a rain of stinging blows that had him falling prostrate,
begging for more. A pause, she was moving away. The temptation was to open his
eyes but he willed himself to keep them closed as though she had already
blindfolded him. For to be surprised was to be delighted in this place.
A clink of metal; he trembled, did not resist as she pulled his hands behind
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his back, felt the cold steel of handcuffs on his wrists. Then his ankles. A
leather booted foot drove into his ribs and he cried out loud, rolled, was
kicked again.
Lying on his back, shackled hand and foot, he opened his eyes, gasped aloud at
what he saw. Catriona Lealan was naked except for a pair of thigh length black
leather boots; an enraged tigress, mouthing curses, eyes flashing a terrible
hate. He couldn't hold her gaze, the first time it had ever happened. But it
was only a game, a sadistic one, but he had to pretend it wasn't.
'You bastard, Sabat!' her words cut as viciously as her riding crop had done.
'You bastard, I'm going to hurt you like you've never been hurt before!'
Sabat's arousement was at full stretch, so many things he wanted all at the
same time. But nothing happened. Catriona stood there regarding him balefully,
her shapely body now quivering visibly . . . with undisguised fury \
'You did not come here of your own volition,' when she spoke her voice was
little louder than a whisper. 'Oh no, Sabat, it was no lustful whim of yours
that brought you here, /summoned you!'
He stared at her, her words like a rapier thrust into his brain, the sweat
glistening on his naked body suddenly chilling, a stark realisation of how
cold it was in here. Of all the discomforts Catriona administered to her
lovers she almost invariably ensured that this room was warm. Something was
wrong, he couldn't quite place it. But when Sabat looked into her eyes again
he knew what it was - the expression of hate was not just another phase of her
acting; it was real!
'You fool, Sabat,' a laugh that resembled a hag's cackle, 'oh you poor over
sexed fool, for all your powers how blind you are! You succumbed to my powers,
your astral body lured here to view me, to rekindle that insatiable lust of
yours. A bird came and saw, returned to tell its master, and hey presto, you
are here in person, manacled and helpless, a victim of your own bondage
obsession.'
Sabat strained at the handcuffs, the leg manacles, but the steel chains were
immovable. He thought maybe he was dreaming again, tried every avenue of
escape but in the end had to face up to the reality of his position. And that
was when he ceased to cringe, his face became impassive and his tone was like
a whiplash. 'Suppose you tell me, Catriona.'
'But, of course.' She stood with arms akimbo, legs slightly apart and just
within her prisoner's range of vision; wanting him to view that part of her
body which was suddenly not to be his. 'We should have met again sooner or
later, a destiny that was to be fulfilled from the moment you started
interfering in the affairs of ... shall we call them for the moment the
Liberation Front. Vince, as you know, has a grudge against the Service which
brought him dishonour and has always favoured a fascist regime for Britain.
And there was an army waiting to be recruited, decadent youth rotting in the
ranks of the unemployed, violent dispositions that were being stifled and
needed only to be trained. Hundreds, thousands of them; we have only just
begun! A new wave of terror, one that will keep people indoors at night, and
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