Ryan Winters was brought to the subbasement of Blackwood Manor.
Benjamin stripped him of every stitch of clothing.
He hosed the man down with a powerful disinfectant spray.
Then he shaved off all of Ryan's body hair.
Ryan was shackled, hand and foot, to a heavy antique oak chair.
He was spoon-fed curdled milk.
"What are you going to do to me?" Ryan choked out between retches.
"That is for Master Liam to decide," Benjamin replied calmly. "We will await his return. I have other duties now. If you need anything, just scream. Someone will come."
He left, closing the heavy door behind him.
"You can't do this! My crew will find you!" Ryan shouted at the sealed door.
The subbasement was ancient, dating to the Revolutionary era.
The original owner had built an arched stone tunnel as an escape route from British siege.
It ran a quarter-mile from the water's edge to this hidden chamber.
That was how the bound Mr. Winters had been smuggled in, unseen.
The room lay fifty feet below ground.
Ryan could scream all he wanted.
The sound and vibrations would simply dissipate into the surrounding earth.
No guest sipping vintage wine in the conservatory far above would hear a thing.
The design was primitive but solid.
Flagstone slabs formed the floor.
The walls were rock and mortar.
Rough-hewn oak timbers crossed the ceiling, supporting the basement twenty feet above.
Three massive pillars, like the masts of a ship, rose from the floor.
They extended up through the basement to hold the great house aloft.
Darkness soon fell over Portsmouth.
Benjamin took the speedboat back out to The Odyssey.
He returned with me, Chloe, and Isabella's body.
Once more, the secret tunnel provided clandestine access.
We took Isabella straight up to the basement.
This was my private research and development lab.
It was here I had made many of my breakthroughs in artificial intelligence.
Isabella was placed on a stainless steel gurney.
I myself, with Chloe's help, prepared her for cryogenic storage.
The storage chamber was a vertical unit.
It looked like a tanning bed sealed under a glass dome.
It was built into a wall, hidden behind a retractable oak panel.
When she was ready, my heart felt heavy.
I said a tearful goodbye.
I kissed her cold lips.
I closed the chamber and activated the subzero coolant.
Now I had the Ryan matter to attend to.
I grabbed a portable surgical kit from a supply cabinet.
I called for Benjamin and my trusted assistant butler, Jeffery, to meet me in the subbasement.
I had them bring the gurney down.
We strapped the still-struggling Mr. Winters onto it.
"Make sure his arms and legs are secure," I warned. "He will resist. Jeffery, would you bring Shanghai down?"
"Right away, sir," Jeffery said, leaving.
"Now, Mr. Winters," I said, bending to talk face-to-face. "Tonight is your lucky night."
Ryan hocked a wad of phlegm and spat it in my face.
I didn't flinch.
I simply wiped it off and flicked it onto the stone floor.
A slight smile even touched my lips.
"A typical response from new initiates. You see, you will become the newest member of my staff. Excellent pay. Travel. A superb health care plan. But first, a small procedure."
I laid out my surgical instruments on a tray.
"Ah, Jeffery is back with Shanghai."
I took an adorable Shih Tzu from Jeffery's arms.
I snuggled the dog, letting it lick my face.
"Ah, my little Shanghai. Are you hungry? Hmm? Are you hungry? Meet Bobby. No, Ryan. This is Ryan."
The dog barked.
I set it down.
"Well, she doesn't seem to like you. On that note, let's begin."
I slipped on latex gloves.
"Charles—Benjamin, you and Jeffery hold the patient's legs, please."
"At once, sir."
I opened a brand-new surgical scalpel.
Its tiny, curved stainless steel blade gleamed under the bare bulb.
"Okay, Mr. Winters. You'll feel a little prick. It will all be over in a minute."
I reached between Ryan's legs.
I grabbed the scrotum and squeezed one testicle tight against the skin.
With the scalpel, I made a two-inch longitudinal incision.
"You bastard!" Ryan screamed. "My crew will kill you! All of you!"
"Now, now. Resistance is futile."
I popped the purplish-blue orb from its sack.
I severed its cord and tossed it down.
Whap.
It hit the stone floor.
Shanghai shuffled over to the unexpected treat.
She sniffed it.
Then she gobbled it down.
"I was mistaken, Mr. Winters. Shanghai does like you."
I repeated the procedure with the other testicle.
Benjamin and Jeffery admirably restrained the man's thrashing legs.
Shanghai got her second treat of the night.
I applied a spray of topical antibiotic.
I sewed up the wounds.
"There. What did I tell you? Quick and easy."
Ryan was sobbing.
"Now, cheer up. The hard part is over. Benjamin and Jeffery have some games for you. So, without further ado… Benjamin."
"Thank you, sir. Ryan, we have a little amusement called 'The Turning Game.'"
They unstrapped the whimpering man.
They tied him to one of the large central pillars.
"First, a welcome-aboard toast. Jeffery."
"Coming right up."
Jeffery poured three shots of Scotch.
They clinked glasses.
They downed theirs and helped Ryan swallow his.
That done, both servants removed their trousers.
They lubricated their well-endowed cocks.
They slapped them to full hardness.
Then they took turns enjoying Ryan's virgin ass.
"Well, let's leave them to their fun," I said, putting an arm around Chloe.
We ascended the stairs.
Ryan's screams faded into the distant depths.
"It's been a long day, sweetie. Let's call it a night."
"How's Mr. Happy doing?" Chloe asked, feeling my cock through my pants. "Oh, still sad." She made a pouting face.
"I think it could benefit from some of your special therapy."
"It's never failed yet," she said, smiling.
The twisted taboo life of Liam Blackwood continues in:
The Dangerous Liam Blackwood