Katrina's Taming

KATRINA'S TAMING (by Eve Adorer)

Chapter 24 – The Price of Love

I had never felt so vulnerable. I was totally naked. I had been made to walk into the main criminal court of London, the Girl-Court - Criminal Division, totally naked. I was more naked than nature had made me. I was more naked than nature because my head had been shaved completely and utterly shaved totally bald, and my sex was completely shaven nude to shame me.

I had been shaved to shame me. I had had my head shaven bald to shame me. I was shamed and duly ashamed and I felt terribly vulnerable and very frightened. My natural girl-wiggle had brought jeers cheers wows and wolf-whistles as I had glided into the court, escorted by two beautiful redheads carrying three-foot long strap-whips to use on me if I showed the slightest indication I might resist.

My wrists were tied behind my back. The backs of my pretty hands rested on my divine bottom. I was in the dock of the court. I was on tiptoe in the dock of the court. With my totally naked body and my completely shaven-bald head, I stood on tiptoe in the stirrups that took me big toes pointed down to earth's centre to force me tiptoed, and shape my legs so gloriously sensually sexily erotically. And I was being rotated on display to shame me the more. The dock in which I stood in the tiptoeing stirrups was rotating on a turntable slowly, to display me to the court.

I was on display. I was being humbled and humiliated and degraded by being on display tiptoed erotically leggilly rotating slowly completely naked, my hands tied with silk rope behind me, my head hanging down in shame, my head shining in the spotlight pointed down purposely at the dock in which the accused stood, in which I stood accused, the light, the spotlight, shining on my completely bald-shaven head, my head shaven-bald to shame me.

It had all gone by so quickly and so slowly. My arrest by GirlControl at the station where they had met my train. My plea to Angelin not to let this happen: Angelin's tears as she nodded to confirm that it was indeed I who had tried to touch her: the gentleness of the GirlControl constables. The sympathy of the sergeant at the GirlControl Station. The sadistic girl who had cut off my hair, telling me I did not deserve hair and how mine would be used to make a wig for someone in need, and who consequently deserved hair on her head. How she had enjoyed lathering my head with soap and using the cutthroat razor to denude my head completely and then to shave off my pubic hair. Endless days and sleepless nights standing upright surrounded by the spikes front, behind, sides, above, and below me in a pitch-black dark soundproofed hellhole-cell in the Girl-Prison until my trial.

And here I was, five days after my arrest, standing in the dock at the Girl-Court - Criminal Division (London) naked bound shaven completely and utterly bald, including bald of my pubic hair, and feeling extremely frightened and very vulnerable.

The crowd of women in the all-women and girls' public gallery had read Angelin's story in the newspapers of their choice. Pictures of Angelin's face, showed a young girl as truly beautiful as she was innocent and virginal. That the publication of what had been headlined as: "Angelin's Story" might prejudice my trial, was not a consideration in 2020s England. The women and the girls in the public gallery had already decided that I had been a naughty girl and deserved, fully deserved, whatever I had coming to me.

The court came to order and all there present stood, I being stood already of course, as the beautiful long-raven-black-haired English ethnically Asian-Indian judge glided in and took her seat.

"And the case before me is?", the judge enquired of the court clerk.

The lovely slim shapely totally naked tiptoe-heelless-ballet-bootie-shod redheaded girl, whom I recognised as hitherto the clerk in the lower court where I had had my second trial, and who had obviously since gained promotion to the highest Girl-Court in the land, stood and curtseyed long leggilly to the judge, who acknowledged her curtsey and, no doubt, the redhead's delicate ghostly-white-skinned startlingly-pink-nippled loveliness, with a nod of her head.

"May it please your ladyship?" the redhead's sweet melodious voice sang out clearly.

The judge nodded once more to confirm the clerk had her attention, as indeed she had, as I could not help but notice the clerk blush as the judge eyed the clerk's very darkly red-haired pubic mound.

"May it please your ladyship, the case before your ladyship is that of the State versus Katrina *****. The accused is to be found very guilty of the attempted rape of a virgin schoolgirl, Miss Angelin Heavenmade, your ladyship"

"Are there any witnesses for the prosecution?" the judge enquired.

"May it please your ladyship", …….. the temptingly lovely clerk blushed as she realised the double-entendre she had just uttered since the whole court could clearly see that the judge could not take her eyes off the clerk's wonderful red-haired slit, and was staring with evident high appreciation of the clerk's girlness.

She recovered her composure: "May it please your ladyship, there is but the one prosecution witness, that one prosecution witness being the said Miss Angelin Heavenmade",

The gorgeously pale-skinned redhead curtseyed and the judge's eyes lit up as she watched the clerk's beautiful ghost-white bare bottom wiggle enticingly as she made her way back to the clerk's seat, self-consciously, to record the upcoming proceedings.

"I thank the clerk twice" the judge announced "once for the clarity of her announcement of the case and once for her truly transparent loveliness"

"Call the witness, Miss Angelin Heavenmade please", the judge clearly commanded, quietly ogling the gorgeous naked supremely palely-white-skinned red-haired clerk, still displayed to all who cared to admire her, sitting behind a glass desk.

The gorgeous redhead clerk rose in her tiptoeing booties and sweetly echoed: 'Call Miss Angelin Heavenmade'" and this call echoed down the corridor to where the main witness against me awaited her summons before the court.

As I rotated naked, tiptoed humiliatingly bald-shaven and denuded of my pubic hair in the accused's dock, I became aware of a rustle and murmur of excited interest, followed by a perfect silence, the silence of the all-women public gallery, being completely and utterly bowled over by the beauty of the girl that now walked into the court: Angelin.

Angelin wore her school summer uniform. She wore the summer uniform of Saint Innocent's School for Chaste Girls. Her white blouse, she wore no jacket, was buttoned from her belly to her neck and its long sleeves at her wrists. This blouse, tailored to hug her softness, was too short to cover beyond the base of her ribcage, and her wonderfully slim flat-bellied concave-navelled midriff was completely bare.

Her white blouse was semi-translucent, and clearly beneath it could be seen that her divine virgin-schoolgirl-firm perky-pert non-pendulous breasts were completely naked. Her wild-rosebud diamond-hard ruby-red never-kissed schoolgirl nipples poked out the thin silk of her blouse mouth-wateringly deliciously innocently provocatively.

Half down her hips she wore a pleated grey skirt: her school uniform skirt. This skirt was no more than a pelmet. To call it a miniskirt or micro-mini-skirt or even a micro-skirt would be to extend its hemline in the mental picture so drawn, far beyond the limit of where the hem of Angelin's skirt rested in the reality of the vision of her loveliness. The hem of this skirt kissed, and only just kissed the midpoint of her supremely smooth extremely rounded exceptional proud and delightfully protuberant bummy hemispheres.

And her bummy hemispheres were nude and naked but for the material of the snow-white bright white tanga-panties she wore to cover her slit. And this thin strip of snow-white, the strip that left her hemispheres nude, the strip that formed the back of her tanga-panties, was in the crack of her deliciously daringly semi-bare derriere.

The brilliant whiter than white of her tanga-panties drew the eye to her mystery and glory: Angelin's slit. Her skirt did not cover the pouch her slit made in her panties. Her tanga-panties were pulled up hard and tight, and the outer lips of her girlmost wonder were clearly delineated, as her quite obviously nude-shaven heaven pouch, pouched her panties out. And the crease that marked the gateway to heaven within her inner-pinkness moistness and heat, was wonderfully visible and obvious, and eye-compellingly provocatively sweetly innocently displayed.

Her legs were bare. Angelin's gloriously shapely girlmuscular but schoolgirly-slim legs were completely bare, other than for white ankle socks. Angelin wore white ankle socks, with turned-down frills at their tops, and heelless steel-soled foot-curving ballet-tiptoe-enforcing shoes, shoes that took her heavenly legs to heaven by the way they shaped her, stretching the soft girl-muscle of her calves and firming the fore-muscle of her divine thighs, dimpling her knees and concaving the sides of the cheeks of her temptingly smackable bummy.

On her face, the face of a completely innocent angel, she wore no makeup. On Angelin's face she wore only the paleness of her perfect schoolgirl complexion, her startling attractive grey eyes, and the deliciously abundant freckles that the summer sun had brought to the fore on her completely flawless skin.

Her mouth demanded a kiss. Angelin's mouth was always moist, always her lips were moist, moist and shining, moist, shining and demanding for to be kissed.

At the back of her head, her loose blonde kinky-curled hair flowed a golden shining stream down beyond the very hem of her skirt, touching her half-naked bottom just beyond the hem of her skirt.

She walked proudly. Heaven on earth; Angelin walked as she had been trained to walk, like a catwalk model, putting one dainty tip-of-tiptoed-foot before the other, swivelling her hips, nearly rubbing her orgasmically erotic thighs together, thereby giving even greater emphasis to her natural girl-gait as her bummy swayed and its hemispheres tensed and rose, and then relaxed and fell in turn with every sweet heavenly step of this angel on earth.

At the neck of her blouse, Angelin wore her school badge: a broach with the Saint Innocent's School coat of arms upon it. This depicted a tightly closed dew-dappled pink rosebud, with a golden portcullis superimposed over it, and the school motto: "Noli Tangere Non Licet Mea" beneath it.

Angelin smiled, albeit nervously, Angelin smiled, and the world knew new hope and meaning to its hitherto miserable existence, for the world saw that there was beauty in life far beyond its wildest dreams and most feverishly desperate imagining: the incredible beauty of girl.

Angelin riveted the eyes of the court, the judge, the clerk, the orderlies, the GirlControl officers, and the accused, me, as she graced her feline sway toward the witness stand, and climbed with her divine nude legs so sweetly smoothly softly curvilly muscular, and yet so definitely defiantly definingly femininely female, the three bare-bummy-flashing steps to the witness stand, then turned and curtseyed, arms by side, one divine leg extended momentarily behind, as the other gorgeous limb bent at its pretty knee, as Angelin curtsied well-filled-white-panty-gusset-flashingly at the judge, who stared at this vision of absolute heaven with astonishment indelibly evident upon her face.

The judge had clearly had her breath taken away by Angelin, and it was a long while before she spoke: long enough for a hot red blush to completely suffuse Angelin's schoolgirl complexion, as she lowered her head knowing that through the transparent majesty of her beauty, she had the judge and the court in the sweet soft palms of her dainty exquisitely pretty hands.

"And pray what is you name sweet young lady?" the judge managed to croak as she continued to stare at Angelin, putting the poor girl completely and shyly out of countenance.

"Angelin Heavenmade your majesty" Angelin answered in a soft nervous whisper.

Gentle loving laughter, full of affection for this wonderfully beautiful girl, broke out in the court, and the judge smiled as she beckoned to the delectable redheaded clerk.

The clerk came up to Angelin, who looked down nervously, frightened that she had uttered an horrendous insult.

"It is quite sufficient to address the judge as 'my lady', 'your ladyship' or 'your honour' Angelin", the lovely clerk told the schoolgirl sweetly.

"I'm so sorry your majes…, I mean, my lady" Angelin blushed deeply pinkly as she curtseyed flashing the teasingly pleasingly temptingly delightfully fascinatingly fully-pouched-out gusset of her pure white panties once more.

"Absolutely no offence taken sweet girl" the judge smiled. "And before we start the formal questioning, may I just say how very extremely pretty you are young lady?"

"Thank you your majes…, I mean, my lady" Angelin blushed the deepest delightful innocence-glowing bright red, and hung her head, her chin almost on her chest.

"You are Angelin Heavenmade" the judge began in framing her first question to this delightful creature….."You are Angelin Heavenmade, and now we know your pretty name, please tell the court your occupation: I mean what you do: I mean day-by-day Angelin….."

"I go to school. I am a schoolgirl my lady" Angelin's soprano voice echoed with the clarity with which she was being trained to enunciate in her weekly elocution lessons.

"What school do you go to Angelin?"

"I attend Saint Innocent's School for Chaste Girls, my lady"

"And you are wearing the uniform of Saint Innocent's School right now are you not, Angelin?"

"Yes my lady. I am honoured to be wearing the Saint Innocent's summer uniform my lady".

"And on that very pretty broach at your neck Angelin, there is the school motto is there not?"

"Yes my lady" Angelin answered, with her lovely brow lightly sweetly furrowed by her completely intense sincerity.

"I too was once a Saint Innocent's pupil Angelin", the judge revealed: "Of course I remember the school motto very well, but will you please tell the court what it is, as many in the court will not know it as well as you and I do Angelin."

"It is 'Noli Tangere Non Licet Mea' my lady", Angelin responded brightly.

"And what does that mean: what does the motto of our school mean Angelin?"

"It means, 'Do Not Touch It Is Not Allowed Me' my lady"

"You answer your questions so prettily Angelin" the judge praised.

"Oh! ……: thank you my lady" Angelin blushed and smiled.

"Saint Innocent's has living-in and day pupils as I recall Angelin: those who stay there and sleep there throughout the term, and those that travel there to-and-from home day-by-day."

"Yes my lady" Angelin sweetly enthused. Angelin had completely and utterly captured and enraptured the judge's heart, even though she, Angelin, herself did not realise it.

"Do you live-in, or do you go to-and-from Saint Innocent's School day-by-day Angelin?"

"I go day-by-day my lady" Angelin's delectable eyes flashed her aching sincerity and charm.

"How do you travel to and from school day-by-day Angelin?"

"By train my lady, but sometimes mummy drives my sister and me in her car"

"Of recent times. when you travelled by train, did another girl begin to talk to you and entice you to sit next to her?"

"Yes my lady, she was very nice and very pretty but she wasn't a girl, she was very old" Angelin responded, all natural naïf charm. Once more affectionate gentle loving laughter radiated toward her, and even the judge, no older than I, at twenty-nine, was amused by this sweet girl's definition of "very old" in reference to me.

The judge tapped her gavel very gently to remind the court that a serious matter was being decided, and all came immediately to order once more.

"I have to ask you a very difficult question sweet little miss. As we both know, it is an absolute requirement of all girls that go to Saint Innocent's School for Chaste Girls, that they remain innocent and chaste. They must never ever be touched, let alone kissed, and certainly absolutely never ever experience anything stronger. They are totally forbidden girlfriends or boyfriends and, above all, they must never ever touch themselves in any naughty way………."

Angelin was blushing to the base of her neck as she listened to this lead-in to the judge's next question,

"Do you make your school proud of you Angelin? Are you a good girl Angelin?"

Angelin blushed even redder: "Of course my lady. I have always been a good girl my lady. I am going to stay a good girl until I am married my lady."

The clerk stood on her beautiful long lithe ghost-white legs: "If I may make so bold your ladyship"

"Of course the clerk of the court may" the judge smiled.

"It will please your ladyship and the court to be informed, that Angelin has submitted to medical examination and her hymen remains as perfectly intact as one would wish, my lady"

Tears of embarrassment were prickling Angelin's compelling grey eyes as she blushed once again and hung her head in modesty.

"I am sorry we are having to put you through this pretty young lady" the judge sympathised. "But please tell the court if you have ever at any time been touched by another girl, a boy, or even by you yourself Angelin and, I must warn you to be absolutely honest."

"Of course not my lady. Nobody has ever touched me in a naughty way ever my lady absolutely honestly my lady really and truly not me neither I would never ever touch myself my lady honestly cross-my-heart and hope to die my lady, I am a good girl my lady really and truly……" Angelin almost burst into tears as she gabbled out the sincere absolute truth of her completely untouched, totally innocent, totally intact virgin state.

"Please do not upset yourself Angelin" the judge soothed

"Had you ever been touched, as you put it, 'in a naughty way', what would have happened to you at your school Angelin?"

"I would be caned and then expelled my lady."

"And if you were expelled Angelin, what would happen to you next: if St Innocent's would no longer have you because you had been a naughty girl and allowed yourself to be touched?"

Angelin lowered her head momentarily, and spoke with horror: "I would be sent to work in the coalmines my lady. I would have dig for coal in the coalmines for the rest of my life."

"Just so, Angelin: just so", the judge remarked to give emphasis to Angelin's statement. "Just so" the judge agreed, "Just so"

The judge now sought to change the subject to give Angelin time to recover her composure: "What are you learning at school Angelin?" she asked.

"I am learning to be a good wife my lady", Angelin sweetly enthused.

"And what do you hope to do when you leave school Angelin?"

Angelin's eyes glowed with rapture as she answered: "I hope to marry a pretty girl and be a good wife to her for evermore my lady"

"Angelin, you are a very virtuous and wonderfully lovely girl, and someone tried to defile you: someone tried to touch you in a naughty way, did they not Angelin?" the judge's voice indicated foreconcluded condemnation of me by the way it rose at the end of this patently leading question.

"Yes my lady" Angelin answered.

"And what did you say to this girl when she tried to touch you Angelin?"

"'No' my lady, I shouted 'no' and ran away my lady!"

"Is that girl in the court and, if so, will you please point her out Angelin?"

"It is her standing on the rotating table. Her name's Katrina, she told me". Angelin pointed her lovely forefinger my way and I hung my head in the deepest of deep shame.

"The clerk will note that the sweet witness pointed out Katrina ******, the girl in the dock for the accused" the judge pronounced.

There was a momentary pause to allow the hubbub that broke out in the public gallery as Angelin's accusing finger condemned me. The judge waited for this to die down. She allowed its continuation out of patience and experience: the experience that told her that a metaphorical safety-valve had just been opened and the tension needed to be allowed to escape naturally.

For its part, the public gallery understood the licence the judge was giving, and that that licence had a time limit they must respect; and so they gasped, and then chatted, and then went absolutely silent as if they were but one person rather than a gathering of five-hundred.

Having let the tongues in the court loosen themselves as they needed to do, the judge returned to the questions for sweet Angelin.

"How old are you Angelin?" the judge enquired as if by way of routine, and as if a gentle lead-in to more important and difficult questions, to follow once everyone had recovered their attention after the little audience outburst of relief.

"How old are you Angelin?" the judge repeated as the final ripples of conversation silenced themselves.

"Fifteen my lady", came the sweet innocent's answer.

A five-hundred-voice loud gasp instantly rocked the courtroom, and a hubbub broke out once more, and the clear intonation of this hubbub was that I was despicably vile to have taken advantage of this delectable girl when I must have known she was so young. And meanwhile, with the totally unexpected completely surprising and breathtaking shock of this revelation, I felt as if a knife had stabbed straight through my heart.

The noise abated, and high-octane expectation and extreme tension replaced it, as the all-female public gallery awaited the judge's next question…..

"And when were you fifteen: when was your fifteenth birthday Angelin?"

Angelin's moist shining kissable lips whispered just audibly, "Three days ago my lady".

A shout of horror went up from the court and pandemonium broke out, as another shattering knife blow ran my heart right through, and I gasped audibly, so audibly that, for one brief moment, Angelin's consummate beauty ceased to be the epicentre of the attention of the whole court.

She was only just fifteen! Angelin was only just fifteen!! What had I done?! She must only have been fourteen when I had first seen her and tried to touch her heavenly wonder! What had I done?!

The judge was tapping her gavel but, for a long while it was inaudible above the noise of five-hundred female voices expressing shock and horror and utter condemnation of me.

The lovely naked redhead clerk rose to her toes, and was clearly calling out: "The court must come to order!" As she called this a third time, the deafening noise subsided.

The judge now waited patiently for the last of the chatter to disappear. She then paused a little longer, before turning to Angelin who still stood on her supremely pretty tiptoed legs in the witness box.

"Angelin Heavenmade, you may sit down in the witness box, your questioning is over. And may I say what an absolute delight it has been for me to talk to a girl as heavenly as her name. You have given your evidence most sweetly, and upheld the honour of your school in everything you have done here today", the judge glowed, as much in love with the innocent angel Angelin as I was.

Angelin sat prettily, the erotically pouched gusset of her snow-white pure white panties drawing the eye as she perched with her legs together at the knees. She would always sit with her legs together as taught by her school: no girl at Saint Innocent's School for Chaste Girls would ever cross one of her legs over the other: it is so vulgar.

The judge now turned, all slow burning fury and smouldering hatred toward me.

"Prisoner in the dock, there is nothing I can say as judge that is more condemnatory of your wholly despicable and vile behaviour toward this lovely creature. Her completely transparent all-but holy wholly innocence is so in contrast with your vileness that it condemns you without need of my addition to its perfect summation of your horrendously dirty filthy and criminal behaviour." The judge was clearly outraged and only just beginning to warm to her task of upbraiding me.

"Girls like you are predators: dangerous predators. You prey upon the innocent. You seek to deflower and destroy the beauty of girlhood to satisfy your filthy lust. And then you discard the girls whose innocence you have forever despoiled."

"You are a grown woman, a very beautiful grown woman of twenty-nine, and yet you have sought to deflower an angel of just fifteen-years-of-age! You sought to use the evident charms of your lovely face and your exquisite body, those glorious legs of yours not least no doubt, as bate for poor Miss Heavenmade, a girl half your age!"

"You madam, are a rapist in waiting. You have not yet, but you will rape. I must save you from yourself it seems, as you are self-evidently unable to save yourself from the slippery slope that leads from the enticement of wholly innocent girls in situations of trust, to wanton uncontrolled and uncontrollable rapine."

"Have the prisoner taken down and put in thoroughly well fully deserved pain. Then bring her back before me for public witness that she has been duly punished." the judge ordered.

Boos and hisses followed me out of the courtroom. I was taken into a neighbouring room: a torture chamber in all but name. In the court, those who had been there before when such a case had been tried, encouraged the interval of silence in the courtroom that followed my departure. The girls who had been there before knew what was coming for me; though I myself had not been told.

……………

Then, in the courtroom from the room I was in next door, could be heard my cries of: "Oh please god no, no, no, no, no noooooooooo and a vicious pitiless whistling noise of the air being savagely whisked by some agent of terrible pain, was followed by a horrible "THWICK!!" and my pitiful inhuman scream of extreme and excruciating enduring agony, and then followed by the shout of: "ONE!"

My gasps and panting were then clearly audible, along with some chatter among the girls torturing me. The court listened intently, Angelin not least. The courtroom was so silent, the noise of the metaphorical pin dropped would have echoed like thunder.

Then, from next door again: "Oh please please please please no, no, no, no, no noooooooooo, no, no, no, no, no noooooooooo I screamed hoarsely and then the whistle of air being sliced and the horrible horrible "THWICK!!!" and I screamed and hollered like an animal once more. "TWO" came the shout.

"Oh god it hurts it hurts it hurts oh god it hurts please please please please" I was heard to moan and gasp.

Then, for all the listeners in the courtroom neighbouring where I was being punished, there was the sound of a girl running in very high-heels. This sound had been there the first two times I had screamed, but this time it was heard as if it had not been audible before.

The sound of a girl trotting and then running at gathering speed on what must be very high very sexy high-heels preceded my repeated cries of: "Mercy oh god mercy please, please please please please no, no, no, no, no noooooooooo, no, no, no, no, no noooooooooo!!" followed by the obvious sound of a whip slicing the air, followed by the brutal "THWICK" and my scream from the unbearable pain: "THREE!"

"Oh god it hurts it hurts it hurts oh god it hurts. Have mercy oh please god have mercy. No more please please no more!!", the courtroom listened silently, each individual intent on every sound from next-door, nobody looking at anybody else.

Then once more came the trotting of the sexy high-heels and the gathering speed of the steps matched my gathering helpless hopeless pleas: "No, no, no, no, no noooooooooo, no, no, no, no, no noooooooooo!!!" the whistle so brutally crisply clear, the "THWICK!!" so evidently on the nude naked soft flesh of nude naked girl helplessly bound, my screams from horrible pain and: "FOUR!"

"Oh god I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding, you're cutting me, and your cutting me I'm bleeding your cutting your cutting me!! Oh it hurts it hurts oh god please have mercy it hurts it hurts I'm bleeding I'm bleeding I'm bleeding!!!!!"

The trotting of the sexy high-heels gathered speed once more, as I begged and begged for mercy: "No, no, no, no, no noooooooooo, noooooooooo, noooooooooo!!" the whistle louder still, the "THWICK!!!" crueller still, my scream more hoarse still, and: "FIVE!"

In the silence of the court, the lovely Asian-Indian judge glanced over at the sweet angel Angelin, and saw immediately that the gusset of Angelin's white panties was soaked through with Angelin's sweet virgin schoolgirl's naughty-honey. Angelin's nude-shaven slit could now be clearly seen, through the white silk of her tanga-panties having become totally soused by her delectable seepings, and Angelin was biting her pretty lower-lip in the struggle with her urges, the urges she felt in her honeypot; the overwhelming urge to touch herself.

The judge caught Angelin's helpless begging eyes. Angelin's nipples were peaked clearly painfully hard, and pointy pointed pushing out her semi-translucent white blouse in her aroused unsated erosticity.

"Fight the good fight Angelin. Fight the good fight my angel" the judge coaxed, as she watched Angelin's hands tremble on her bare thighs, struggling to overcome her longing to masturbate to my cries of terrible pain.

From next door sounded curses and then: "Salt the whore" came a contralto command in the neighbouring room where I was being tortured and, moments later, my screams rent the air once more.

Thereafter, my audible heavy breathing and gasps for air and relief from the terrible pain I was in, were alike with the heavy breathing and gasps of a girl in the ecstasy of approaching orgasm, as there was an interval in my cries of pain and for mercy, whilst a snipping sound, as if metal were being cut could be heard.

"No you can't you can't it's horrible oh please have mercy!" I began to cry.

"Not my leg, oh please not my leg!" I was heard to shout in agony and horror. And then I screamed and begged for mercy, "I'm bleeding, oh god I'm bleeding! My leg oh please not my leg!" I cried unheeded.

There was another interval of silence punctuated only by my gasping breath and moans of continued waves of pain then: "Mercy oh god mercy please, please please please please no, no, no, no, no noooooooooo!!!" I screamed, "It hurts, it hurts, oh god it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, oh god it hurts, it hurts, please please please!!!!!"

I now cried out continuously with extreme pain from whatever had just been done to me. And whatever had just been done to me was manifestly manifoldly more brutal and painful than whatever had been previously done to my leg.

"Shut the whore up!" came the vicious command, and then my scream, and then a gargled horrible scream from me and my voice was changed "Ahhh grod ahhh grrod ahhh nlo nlo ahhh, then I screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed then I uttered torn mouth sounding "Nlo nlo nlooo ogh grod glod nlo nlo nlo nlo nlo…….mrercly, mrercly, olh grod oh grod oh grod mrercrly……." I garble-shout-moaned with pain.

Another spell of the nearest that the neighbouring room would ever get now to silence as my breathing filled the air with horrendous gargled wheezes.

"Walk bitch" was shouted at me.

A garbled cry of resistance from agony was heard followed by the whistle and "SLAP!!" of a strap-whip on naked flesh: mine, and my cry of pain and I began to appear in the doorway of the court once more, and all eyes, Angelin's not least, turned to feast on my agony for agony it was and could only be.

Two extremely white supremely white redheads in seven-inch high heels followed my progress with their strap-whips unfurled to use on me, and I walked in slow agony back into the court.

I was walking with my hands bound by silk rope in front of me. I was walking very very slowly because of the agonising unbearable pain that walking caused me.

Angelin gasped sexily as she saw my mouth. Barbed wire was around my face. A single strand of barbed wire had been fixed around my face like a gag through my delicious mouth, and a huge barb was above my bleeding tongue, my tongue the barb had torn into as a consequence of my screams.

Half down my supreme left thigh, I wore a barbed wire garter. My lovely skin was torn and bleeding as I wore the sexiest symbol that could adorn a beautiful leg in the cruellest of cruel material that a mockery of that symbol, intended to torture and pain, could be manufactured from. A single strand of barbed wire was around my hugely beautiful left girl-thigh, pulled tight so that the barbs had dug into my supremely soft girl-skin and wounded me, as evidenced by the trickles of blood that ran from where the barbs penetrated by thigh.

And my screams: my latter screams before being gagged by barbed wire? Why would I not scream even when about to be gagged by barbed wire if I did so, when I was being force-fitted with barbed wire panties?

Barbed wire was tight around my waist and a single strand, tighter still, was drawn up hard between the cheeks, the half moons of my bare bottom and harder still, yes yet harder still, between the sensitive lips of my cunt. My cunt lips were divided by barbed wire and barbs were even now tearing my bleeding inner and outer girl-lips as I walked.

Below my garter I wore, rolled-up onto my lower thighs, a pair of nominally white cotton panties. These were just above my knees and only put on me as a convenience to catch the blood that trickled and dripped in unstoppable unstaunchable streams from my savage mocking mock garter, my horrendously cruel barbed wire panties, and my viciously and cruelly whipped buttocks.

An audible gasp of deep pity could be heard as I passed the public gallery and the public could see my beautiful bottom. I had been whipped without mercy and with the maximum harshness hardness and brutality of forcefulness that the strength of a very fit girl could apply by running up and whipping me with a wire whip. A single strand of pliable wire had been used to whip me, as hard as it was possible for a fit and strong girl to whip me, on my bare bottom. My poor bottom was slit-slash-sliced my five horizontal livid crimson red bleeding stripes of terrible pain. My blood ran down my bummy and onto the back of my thighs and then down my thighs in rivulets, as I sobbed in my excruciating lonely excruciating agony.

"Some lessons are very painful Katrina" the judge pronounced. "Some lessons are very painful, but equally necessary Katrina" she continued.

The judge then turned to Angelin……..

"I am afraid, lovely little lady, that I must insist that you witness close-up, that Katrina has been satisfactorily punished for trying to touch you when you sat next to her on the train.

Angelin rose on her heavenly legs and ran, literally ran in her tippy-toe leggy-legged loveliness her kinky curly angel's golden hair flying out behind her and then falling back to flick the bare cheeks of her gorgeous bummy, flash-wiggling bare beyond and below the hem of her mockery of a skirt. Her bare legs, her beautiful bare legs, flashing-fascinatingly girlmuscularly as she used them to run toward me. She ran toward me using motion provided by the most beautiful means of movement and motion the world has the honour of being permitted to witness, a girl's legs, her legs.

From the sweet look on her perfect face, Angelin longed to comfort me in my pain. But then I saw how wet Angelin's panties were with arousal, sexual arousal, which must have come from her enjoyment of the sound and now the sight of my pain. So wet was the gusset of her pure white panties that I could see clearly the lovely lips of her slit, shaven totally nude to mark her as the total virgin that she was. And I watched the heavenly sight of a heavenly girl run toward me, with compassion and passion combined and opposed in the contradictions of girl: the contradictions of a girl's body the contradictions of a girl's minds.

One of Angelin's minds told of the tenderness and comfort she must but must provide me in my suffering, and Angelin's face reflected this: and no more gentle caring look was possible than that Angelin's angel face wore as she wiggle-trotted running toward me. But yet Angelin's cunt-mind was enjoying my pain and my suffering, and the soaking wet slit in her now transparent panties reflected this, and no more aroused callous cruelty was possible than that reflected by the wetness of Angelin's angel slit.

And suddenly Angelin was in front of me and gazing with gorgeous grey eyes and ever moist ever shining ever soft ever gentle ever kissable lips, at my cruelly tortured mouth. And Angelin's angel tears were starting at the corners of her eyes as her own lips parted to offer me the kiss that would deliver my mouth from pain, the kiss that would deliver me from pain and suffering: the kiss of a perfect virgin a fully intact virgin schoolgirl who had never before been touched or kissed: an angel, a virgin angel, an intact virgin angel, an untouched virgin angel from heaven.

Angelin's mouth came close to mine and then, fell short as if, in her virgin's untouched innocence, she did not even know how to kiss another girl. Her sweet soft moist shining lips closed and her eyes registered that she had failed me, and the pain that failure caused her, and she began to whisper in her sweet scented breath. She began to whisper to me, the zephyrs of an untouched intact virgin angel's sweet breath caressing my cheek, as she spoke in her confused mix of cool girl compassion and heated girl passion, offering her soft moist never ever before kissed lips to my savagely barbed wire gagged bleeding mouth…..

"Please be the first girl ever to kiss me!" she whispered

"Please be the first girl ever to kiss me!"

"Please be the first girl ever to kiss me!"

"Please be the first girl ever to kiss me!"

"Please be the first girl ever to kiss me miss!"

"Please be the first girl ever miss!"

"Kiss me miss!"

"Kiss me miss!"

"Kiss me miss!"

"Miss"

"Miss"

"Miss?"

"Miss?"

"Are you alright miss?"

"Are you alright miss?"

"Miss!?"

"Miss!!? You've fallen asleep miss, are you alright?"

I found my self suddenly looking into the eyes of a heavenly angel. The schoolgirl who had been sitting next to me on my train journey home from my work, was standing in the corridor between the two rows of seats having risen to get off at what she knew to be also my station. A lock of her wild kink-curly blonde hair, hair so long it was down below her gorgeous bottom when she stood, was over one lovely grey eye as she stood in her heelless-tiptoe-ballet shoes with her right forefinger lightly tapping me on my shoulder.

I looked at her perfect face with its pale complexion kissed all over with gorgeous freckles. The look in her eyes was of gentle genuine loving concern for me, turning to a smile as I slowly awoke from the sleep and the strange dream another boring day at the office had cast me into.

"Angelin?" I enquired, in a dazed sleepy slur.

"Angelin?" I repeated.

"Angelin?" the angel responded with a delightful querulous hint of a giggle.

"Angelin?" she puzzled momentarily………

………"Oh. I see!" she gently laugh-smiled, "My names Heatherhoney, miss……. Heatherhoney, not Angelin".

I rose and grabbed my handbag and shopping, still in the heavy headachy stupor caused by my having fallen asleep at the wrong time of day, and my being necessarily awoken from that sleep before it had nourished me.

Heatherhoney was directly in front of me as we queued to alight from the train. She was wearing the summer uniform of the National School for Highly Intelligent Girls. My eyes could not help but delight over her supremely lovely body in the extremely short skirt she wore, and the hemispheres of her bare bottom, and the way her purse pouched out the gusset of her pure-white tanga-panties, and her bare legs, her beautiful bare legs, totally bare but for white ankle-socks, her wonderful bare legs steepled in her steel-soled-ballet-tiptoeing-shoes……….

Heatherhoney must have instinctively felt my admiring eyes on her loveliness, and turned to smile, radiating the wonder of the sun and all the other stars in the universe at me from her stunning grey eyes…..

…….And I knew I must ensure I never ever saw Heatherhoney again……….