from: “Nightmare in Diamond”
‘Of course, we are very pleased that Metropolitan Lifestyle magazine wishes to do an article on
Korrector beds, Miss Grisham,’ Marco Schelling said in almost perfect
English. ‘I will be delighted to
accompany you round our showroom, but I’m afraid I cannot permit you to visit
our factory floor. We must protect
certain commercial secrets of our manufacturing process.’
Schelling was very like his factory
just outside Zurich: spotlessly clean, neat and modern. In the factory’s case, this included a great
deal of tinted glass and steel and artful cladding, while for him this meant a
slick expensive business suit, an impossibly closely shaven chin and designer
glasses, from out of which deep intelligent eyes shone upon Lucy as she sat on
the other side of his equally slick and modern desk.
‘It sounds like you’re pushing the
boundaries of technology,’ Lucy said. ‘I never imagined there were that many
secrets involved in to making beds.’
‘Perhaps not in most beds, but ours
are rather special,’ Schelling said with a thin smile of pride. ‘There is nothing ours like them on the
‘I can believe that,’ Lucy said. She had to choose her words with care. ‘In fact, over the last few years, I’ve heard
some unusual stories about Korrector beds.’
Schelling looked troubled. ‘Nothing bad, I hope. We are very proud of our beds and construct
them to the highest possible standards.’
‘No, nothing exactly bad, just very
‘As you pointed out, we only build
beds, although superior ones, so how can anything about them be
“strange”?’ Schelling asked mildly.
‘I didn’t think so at first, but then
I began doing some serious research and now I think differently.’
‘In what way?’
‘For a start, Korrector beds are
unusually popular with women and they are hardly ever passed or discarded. Then
there are the stories from many different sources about strange dreams or
nightmares, and certain sexual acts.’
Schelling spread his hands wide and
shrugged. ‘Well, many sexual acts are
performed on beds. That is the natural
way of things…’
‘But not usually between women and the
beds themselves!’ Lucy said
dramatically. ‘Some women love their
beds more than other people, almost as if they’re alive. Just what do you make them of? Is there some chemical involved that might
cause hallucinations? Are they
dangerous? Is that why you won’t let me
see inside your factory?’
Schelling smiled his cool knowing
smile once again, which was beginning to get on Lucy’s nerves. ‘I assure you that our beds are perfectly
safe and fulfil all European and international quality and safety standards.’
‘That’s not an answer. I know there is something strange about your
beds, and I won’t rest until I’ve found out what it is. I’m just giving you the chance to admit it up
front. If I have to find out the hard
way that you’re hiding something that might be doing women harm, that would be
very bad publicity for your firm.’
Schelling sighed and took off his
glasses and polished them for a moment reflectively, before putting then back
on and staring intently at Lucy. ‘I
suppose such forthright determination deserves its reward. So, you want to learn our secret, Miss
Grisham? But are you prepared for the
consequences, however shocking?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘This!’ He held up a small hand remote device and
pressed a button on it.
Lucy shrieked as a dozen needles slid
out of the padding of the chair under her back, buttocks and thighs, and jabbed
into her flesh. Jolts of electricity
crackled through them and stabbed into her body. Her back arched as her hands clenched
helplessly onto the armrests, and then she passed out in shock.
* * *
Lucy blinked and shivered, tingling all over. She was still dazed and dizzy and could not
think straight. She was still sitting in
her chair front Schelling’s desk and he was still sitting on the other side of
it smiling at her. But something had
changed. Something was not right…
Then she realized what it was. She was stark naked!
Galvanised by sudden horror, Lucy
tried to move only to find that there were now rubber cuffs about her wrists,
upper arms, neck, waist, thighs and ankles.
A rubber strap holding a rubber plug was stuffed into her mouth. She struggled and moaned ineffectually.
Schelling got up and came round the desk and looked down at her naked body with
Lucy was twenty-five. She had brunette hair tied back in long
ponytail, pale skin, a high rounded forehead and intelligent, brown, half-moon
eyes set under level brows. Her nose
was neat and slightly snubbed; her mouth was composed with pouty lips
contrasting with a firm chin and strong jaw line. She had rounded pneumatic breasts tipped by
pale nipples with domed crowns. Her waist
was tight and she had good hips and lean legs. Her buttocks were well rounded. Exposed between her parted thighs was a
narrow trimmed “V” of pubic hair above the pale lips of her naked sex mouth.
Schelling stroked her cheeks and
tweaked her nipples while she squirmed helplessly.
‘You are most attractive, Miss
Grisham,’ he said. ‘If we are to have inquisitive reporters, then they might as
well be pretty ones.’
She glared up at him, trying to
contain her panic and confusion.
‘You wanted to know something of
secrets, of the technology that goes into our beds. Well, there you are being restrained by some
of it right now…’ He pointed the remote at her chair and pressed another
The chair pivoted under her, tilting
her backwards even as it raised its seat.
At the same time, the padding supporting the undersides of her legs split
down the middle. Each half swivelled
outwards, pivoting at a point under her buttocks while bending under her knees
and lifting her feet into the air. Now
Schelling was looking down into her open groin, which had been raised up almost
to waist level.
‘Now that is a most satisfying and
inviting view,’ Schelling said. ‘That is how attractive women should be
displayed. You are offering yourself for
use, as is perfectly natural…’
As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers
over the crotch of his expensively tailored trousers, where she saw to her
horror that a bulge was forming.
Lucy felt sick tendrils of fear
creeping through her and knotting up in her stomach as the shock and tingling
of her stunning faded. The worst she had
imagined if her enquiries about the Korrector range had been rebuffed, was that
she would have been shown the door.
Instead, now she was being sucked into some terrifying dark place beyond
her wildest imagination.
Schelling opened his flies and his
penis sprang out, stiff and erect. ‘And this
is also perfectly natural reaction to such an offering,’ he said.
He stood between her unwillingly
parted legs, resting his hands on the upper curves of her straining thighs, and
slid his shaft into her pussy. She
whimpered as he filled her. He pressed
another button on the remote and the chair began to vibrate under her. At the same time, the seat mount began to
sway back and forth, as if it was a rocking chair, impaling her pussy onto his
cock with mechanical persistence.
As she rocked helplessly back and
forth, by reflex her passageway clung onto his shaft, adding to his pleasure as
she was impaled upon him again and again.
He worked the buttons of the remote and the rocking speeding up. Now her breasts were beginning to heave with
a heavy fluid motion in time with the pumping in her pussy.
Another press of a button, and she
felt the needle tips that had shocked her earlier pressing into her now bare
buttocks. She yelped and bit on the plug
filling her mouth as they began to deliver a series of short sharp shocks into
her bottom in time with the swaying and impaling of her vagina. In response to them, she clenched even more
tightly about Schelling, adding to his pleasure.
‘I hope you’re enjoying this
demonstration of our technology,’ Miss Grisham, he said as his cock plunged
into her. ‘This is only the beginning… ahhhh!’
She felt his hot sperm filling her,
and to her helpless horror, her vagina clenched tight about his manhood and
gushed with juices of her own as a powerful, inexplicable orgasm burst in her
loins and filled her brain and she sank into blackness once again.