What if she wanted ...

Ch 13

 

Usual warnings: This is fiction; do not try this at home; keep away from children, void where prohibited. Also never ever light a charcoal fire indoors; people die from that every year.

 

 

Saturday

 

 

Yukiko 

 

 

I get Candy out of her cell. I notice that Crystal has Vicky already up and heading for the bathroom. Now, Vicky no longer needs the spreader bars. After tonight, neither will Candy. I open her cell and help her out. It appears she did not get much sleep last night. I let her flex her legs and stretch her arms for a while, before going up to Simon’s bathroom. Just as I did yesterday with Vicky, I help her get ready. Candy is much more anxious than Vicky was. As I towel her dry, and blow dry her pussy she is on the verge of tears.

 

“You don’t have to do this…” I start, but she interrupts me

 “Just don’t. Don’t say anything”

 

In silence I continue grooming her. I apply her makeup. I apply cover to disguise the bags under her eyes, a tell tale sign of a sleepless night. She kisses me, and I kiss her back. Soon she is ready, nude, except for her white pumps; we walk down to the kitchen for breakfast. Vicky has difficulty sitting down; her pussy is all swollen, so she kneels instead. She is wearing a white silk slip today. Candy is, unsurprisingly, not hungry, so she gets some coffee and kneels by Vicky. She keeps her legs open; the spreader bar is not required today. The boys, Crystal and I eat heartily. Soon, breakfast is over. Crystal helps me put everything away, and Robert, who will be the MC today, outlines the plan.

 

It will be heaven and hell.

 

After breakfast, we will strap Candy down and all of us will go down on her. She is allowed to have as many orgasms as she can. The boys will also fuck her pussy, hopefully bringing her off as many times as possible. That will be heaven. We will then break for lunch. Then comes hell.  Robert explains the plans in detail; Candy remains stoically kneeling, wordless; only the tremors of her lips revealing her inner turmoil. Simon approaches her, kneels besides her, hugs and kisses her, and opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, Candy stops him:

 

 “Don’t say it. Don’t. I love you. I really want to do this for you”

 

We proceed to the dungeon.

 

Robert straps Candy to the same table we used yesterday. Crystal has the honors. She kisses Candy first, and then caresses her breasts. Candy, strapped down, is unable to respond other than by squirming and sighing. Crystal kneels between her legs and starts eating her. Candy’s clitoris and pussy are so sensitive today; this is the first stimulation that they received in weeks, so she responds easily despite the fear that must be eating out her soul. It does not take long for Candy to squirm in orgasm. I can see her juices flowing, coating Crystal’s face. Tired Crystal gives up her place, to be relieved by Vicky. Vicky goes at it with a passion. Her tongue moves over Candy’s mound, hood and finally clit, so that her orgasm is barely interrupted. As Vicky works on Candy, I get ready behind her, and as soon as she rises, I kneel and continue. I do not think Candy realizes it is I and not Vicky that is now bringing her off. Her love juice soaks my face as I eat her out. Robert stands behind me, and I yield my place to him. He kneels and sucks on Candy’s sodden artichoke. He tries hard, and Candy keeps on coming, but I do not think she enjoys him as much as she did with us. Men are seldom as good at eating pussy as women are. Simon stands behind him and goes next. He takes his time, licking and eating her clitoris with great tenderness. He knows it is the last time for him too; at least with this particular clit. Candy, between orgasms notices that it is her lover that is now eating her out and, lost in an orgasmic haze, manages to smile at him. He, too is soon done, and yields his place to Crystal again. Candy has been coming now for close to an hour. I wonder if we should give her a break; I wonder if she wants one. Crystal now extends her ministrations to Candy’s size B breasts, which she massages with both hands, as she kneels and eats at Candy’s diner. I look at the boys, who watch, fascinated, but do not object. When it is my turn, I do likewise, kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples as I lick, suck and yodel at her love tunnel. Candy’s juices keep flowing and she keeps squirming. Vicky comes next, and she does a great job, munching, sucking and rubbing Candy, not only with her lips and tongue, but with her nose and face. All of her face is shiny with love juice when she is done.

 

Robert now stands between her legs and enters her. So aroused is Candy that she barely notices at first, then, as he thrusts, she realizes the difference. She is so excited she continues to come through Robert’s fucking, and then through Simon’s longer, gentler, though more passionate pole work. When Simon comes, he bends over to hug her, and they both kiss tenderly, while she comes down from her long, long climax.

 

I release Candy and we all sit around the table. All except for Vicky who cannot sit, so she kneels, and Candy who is not allowed to; she kneels by Simon, her face touching the outside of his leg, her arms holding on to him. His hand, lost in her hair, toying with it. I do not think she would sit, even if she was allowed to. We all catch our breaths. I take in the scene. Vicky kneeling in her silk slip, Candy kneeling nude, the boys in jeans and shirts, opened at the neck, and finally Crystal and I in crimson bras and panties. The air is redolent with female musk, male sweat and sperm.

 

It is too early for lunch so, after some re-hydration, in the form of wine for us, and orange juice for Candy, we strap her on the table again, face down this time, with her legs now bent over the side of the table, and again the girls will suck at her love fountain. I go first, and find some difficulty at this, but I succeed at reaching her love bud, keeping my nose in her tunnel. This excites her even more. I am soon rewarded by a gush of juice down my nose. I can smell her passion, as well as Robert’s and Simon’s milk in her. Vicky takes over from me, and I realize then that Simon is feeding Candy his erection while he waits. As she services him, he caresses her head. He is not trying to come; he is just enjoying some loving while saving himself for the main event. He pulls out soon, as Candy comes yet again under Vicky’s attentions. Crystal goes next. I am surprised that Robert does not avail himself of Crystal’s accessible mouth; he looks at me, leans over and whispers in my ear “Candy asked Simon to let her suck him. I do not want to distract her” That makes sense.

 

After Crystal is done with Candy, Robert enters Candy from behind. I was afraid they would ass fuck her, which she hates, but no, they keep their promise. The morning session is just pleasure for Candy. Candy keeps on coming, and Robert does too. Then Simon takes his place. He fondles her rear globes as he fucks her, and soon drops his load inside her kitty. He releases the sweating, and sated girl from the table, and orders her to squat over Crystal, so the young blonde can clean out her pussy.

 

Crystal then takes Candy to the bathroom to get her properly cleaned and prepared before lunch. We all go upstairs and wait fort them.

 

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Candy

 

 

I am kneeling by Simon, coming down from my mind blowing series of orgasms. I drink some orange juice, while they all have wine. I hold on to Simon’s leg, touching the fabric of his jeans with my face. He plays with my hair. I try not to think of this afternoon, I try to push out of my mind what will happen to me tonight. Of course I can’t. Most of all, I try to deny the fact that it will only take one word to stop this. That is the thought I must suppress at all costs, otherwise I know I lack the strength to go through with this.

 

They all get up. It is too early. Robert said after lunch. But no, this is going to be round two for the morning session. This time, Robert straps me face down on the table, my ass sticking out over the edge, and my legs falling off the table, and also safely strapped down. I fear my ass is going to have it this time. It figures. I resign myself to this entry that I hate. I feel nuzzling at my nether lips. Licking and then entry; something hard, short; a nose, rubbing. One of the girls is eating me out in this position. I raise my head and see both boys, but none of the girls. I wonder who is eating me. She gets me excited again, fast. I am coming yet again. Simon wanders over to stand besides me.

 

“When the girls are done eating you, Robert and I will fuck your pussy again. Enjoy it.”

 

I realize then that they will not fuck my ass. I feel relieved, but also bothered that Simon would deprive himself of any part of me.

 

“Fuck my ass if you want” I ask him.

 

“No” he says, “This morning is for you” He caresses my hair as I come again.

 

 “Let me suck you then” I whisper.

 

He complies, and gently inserts himself in my mouth. I try to bring him off, but he just lets me suck on him, motionless, and withdraws, just as a second mouth, and nose, enters my pussy. Again I come and come, and do so again when the third girl eats me in this position. Then I sense a dick demanding entry, and now I am being fucked from behind, hard. It is Robert, since Simon is still standing by me. I gasp as my orgasms continue, seamlessly. Simon moves out of my range, and soon takes over for Robert. He is excited, very excited; but he slows down, just enough to let me come down from the last orgasm, before starting me up again. Just so I can identify the next orgasm as coming from him only. After my climax, he comes in me, and hugs me close.

He releases me from the table. I am exhausted, sated. I realize that, that last orgasm with Simon will be the last one of my life. It is fitting.

 

He now has me squat over Crystal and has her clean out my kitty with her tongue. She drinks up all the juices flowing from me. I follow her up to the bathroom. She gives me a shower and a douche. Then she has me shave my mound. I am surprised that she lets me do it myself and ask how come.

 

“They want your pussy shaved so that nothing comes between you and the crop when they whip it tonight; however they want it to be you shaving it off. You must get everything ready: Your body, the fire, the irons; you must prepare everything yourself. That will show your full acceptance and submission.”

 

“I understand” I said while shaving off the last remaining stubble of my pussy. I then massage some of the antiseptic gel into my mons, labia and clit. It burns terribly on the labia and clit, but will prevent any infection.  I have now prepared myself for torture.

 

We go to the kitchen. Despite my nerves, my anxiety, I find myself hungry. I eat a piece of fruit; I can’t even identify it as the taste turns to ashes in my mouth. I finish the fruit, kneel again by Simon, my master, and drink juice while I wait for them to be ready. I realize that I have just thought of Simon no longer as my lover or partner but as my master, my owner. Suddenly I feel warm inside despite my nakedness. I kneel by his knee, but I am reluctant to touch it, lest I disturb his lunch. I have never felt as submissive as I do now. Not even when he sent me to Alvaro. Then I said I was his to do as he wanted. Now I am his to do as he wants. I see that I cannot go back to what I was before. I was a free, liberated, career woman. I even believed much of the feminist lingo. Now I couldn’t care less about that. Now I have only one goal: I want my master to be happy. At this moment my life comes into sharp focus. There are no complexities anymore. Life is simple after all.

 

They have finished their lunch and stand up. I try to stand up, but my legs will not hold me up. Robert helps me stand. “You know what you must do now?” He asks me. “Yes sir” I answer. As they move to the living room for coffee, I descend into the dungeon. I must see to all the details myself.

 

The dungeon is cool again. The ventilation system has removed all traces of the morning’s activities. I collect my thoughts. The first thing is to start the fire; the coals will take a long time to get ready. I take the barbecue grill, place it under the chimney and load it up with easy light charcoal. I set a match to it, and see the fire start. A shudder goes through my body.

 

I next get a table on wheels and set it next to the torture table. I have to pick up a whip or crop to be used on my freshly shaven pussy. Perhaps trying to be kind, Robert told me to choose which of the instruments to use. How I wish that he had chosen one! I have no choice but to pick the thin bamboo cane. The cruelest of the lot. I place it on the left side of the table and move on to the tool box. I need an instrument to crush my clit. I look through the different tools and choose a vise grip and, on second thought a pair of pliers. They should work quite well on my small bud. Shudders shake my nude body constantly, as I continue to set the stage for my torture. I look up at the stairs, but no one is coming down yet. I must continue. I pick up the small box Robert told me about. There are fifteen thin elastic strips on it; each one is attached to two fish hooks, one small, and one larger. He explained their purpose to me this morning. They will be used to keep my labia open and to pull the hood back from my clit, to provide a better target for the red hot irons. I consider the cruel barbs on the hooks and wonder if, by then, I will even feel them. I set them out by the pliers. I go to one of the cupboards. The dildos are there. I am to pick up two strapons for Yukiko and Crystal to devastate my pussy with, like they did yesterday with Vicky. I see them on the shelf, cleaned and disinfected; two studded rampant black rubber cocks. I then notice two others, different yet similar devices. One, a twelve inch long, two and a half inch wide monster is made of hard tan rubber, and is studded throughout its length with sharper conical studs. I pick it up, trembling, my knees feel like butter, and then I look at the other one. This monster is ‘only’ ten inches long, but it is fully four inches in diameter, and flares at the bottom to a much larger size. It also is studded with pyramidal steel studs all along its length and on the bottom flare. I see that, though not designed for strap on use, they will both fit the harnesses. Not really believing what I’m doing, nor understanding it, I place the two monsters and harnesses on the table. I don’t think the boys meant for these monsters to be used, at least not this way, but they will serve.

 

I think of something else, not on the program, I set up the saw horse with a crossbeam an inch and a half in width. I set up a score of thumbtacks on it. I now go to check on the fire, as I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. The coals are burning nicely, and are now ready. I place both irons inside the mass of glowing coals.

 

They are all here now, sipping espresso. Robert asks me:

 

 “Is everything ready?”

 

“The irons are not hot yet” I say, “but everything else is. I thought up of something though”

 

“What is it”

I move to the saw horse and show them the thumb tacks. “You could use this to start off” I point out.

 

 “We will” Robert says.

 

I hear a long low whistle. Simon has seen the two dildos. His mouth puckers in an expression of astonishment, but he says nothing. I see Robert’s eyebrows raising as he notices them; wordlessly he shakes his head in amazement.

 

The dungeon is set up rapidly. The sofa and chairs are placed around the bottom of the table. The table itself is adjusted with the back at a 20 degree angle to the floor, “So that we will not miss the suffering on your face” Robert explains, as he sets up all of the video cameras. My legs will be supported, wide open, flexed at the knee, but almost extended at the hips. My arms will be strapped wide open. A small support will hold my head up higher so I can see the irons coming. Nothing is left to chance. I show the table I set up for them.

 

“How many strokes of the cane on your pussy should we give you?” asks Robert. They aren’t going to let me off at all. I am going to have to make all the decisions.

 

“Ten apiece” I suggest.

 

Robert and Simon look at each other and Robert says: “That would be fifty in total. If we do that, you will not have a pussy for us to burn, you will have hamburger. No. It will be two for each girl, five for me, and Simon will give you ten; twenty one in total” Inwardly, I sigh at this small reprieve.

 

They all sit on the sofa and chairs, except for Vicky of course. I go check the irons that now glow a dull red.

 

“The irons will be ready soon” I proclaim.

 

 “OK” says Robert “No go and straddle the horse”

 

I do so. The tacks almost reach my pussy. Robert and Simon then lift me up; I bend my knees and hips as they set me down on the tacks. The pain, as the sharp tacks bite on my tender pussy hits me hard but I manage to contain myself. My arms are tied behind my back and my feet to my thighs. I sit up, balancing on the tack covered beam. I feel the tacks piercing my skin. It will get worse, much worse. 

 

Simon approaches me, kisses me and gives me some ice water. The dungeon, heated by the barbecue is getting quite hot. I see Yukiko turning up the air conditioner and the extractor all the way up. I struggle on the beam, trying not to cry, as I wait for the boys to finish their coffee. Yukiko and Crystal, standing by the table look at me. I cannot decipher the expression in Crystal’s ice blue eyes; Yukiko’s I know,  would just love to be in my place, now; I’m pretty sure that she wouldn’t want what will soon follow, but up to the final event, she would just love it.

 

The coffee is finished. The irons are probably ready too. Robert unties my legs and arms, and I stand. Several thumbtacks remain attached to my pussy, and I remove them, as instructed. Drops of blood peek where the tacks have pierced the skin.

 

“Check the irons” Says Robert.

 

I do so, they are now bright red, the tips glowing yellow. “They are ready” my voice almost cracking.

 

Robert then orders: “Let us start then”

 

I know what to do; I move to the table and lie down on it, my legs along the stirrups, and my arms stretched out along the arm boards. I take a deep breath. I focus on my breathing; in and out; slow, deep breaths. I feel some of the tension leave my body.

 

I hear Robert’s voice “Touch yourself for the last time”

 

I do so with my right hand. I feel my mons and pussy, but rapidly move towards my pleasure mound. I rub it gently, as a whimper comes out of my mouth

 

 “Goodbye” I say, tears brimming in my eyes.

 

I see Crystal, crying silently too. Yukiko approaches the table and kisses me.

 

“I love you” she softly says, as she straps my arms and legs down.

 

Robert picks up a short whip, and tells Crystal to start. She picks up the cane, and stands off my left side. She will be hitting me from there down. A whip stroke to her back gets her started. She does not even try to soften her stroke. A hard cut to my pussy brings out an anguished yell from me. I am grateful she did not shirk; it might have had to be repeated then. A second whip stroke and a second cut of the cane, followed by a shriek that is only a fraction less loud than the first. Robert points to Vicky, who stands and takes the cane. This time from my right side. She awaits the lash, and then strikes, once, then prodded by the whip, a second time. I am now better able to contain myself. My screams are more controlled, a way of releasing tension rather than the animal shrieks that I started with. Yukiko comes next. I am quite proud of how I’ve held up until now.

 

Pride is not a pleasing attribute for a slave.

 

Robert takes his turn standing between my extended legs. He strikes. Black stars flash in front of my eyes. He hit me right on the center of my pussy. My body tries to jump of the table, but, restrained, it only arches as it screams. I no longer attempt any semblance of control. I scream and scream again. The pain exploding from my pussy now radiates deep in my belly. He waits for me to stop thrashing. When I do, he takes aim, and again hits my sensitive slit, exactly where his first stroke landed. I thrash again, my head, my neck, snap from side to side. I try to squeeze my legs to rub the pain, but it is a vain attempt. He waits again; he will not hit me if I move. I need to calm down. I try to take a deep breath but I cannot. I lie still, eyes screwed shut. “Open your eyes” I hear. I do. Eyes wide with fear I receive his third stroke, as I fall into chaos. Number four comes, as it must, and then, I lie still, waiting for five. Pain hits me again, a terrible flower opening its petals in my insides. Then he stops. I look at him, as he nods at me and gives the cane to Simon. I breathe deep, as Simon gives me time to collect myself, before he starts. He will give me ten strokes, and I know his, will be harder than anyone else’s. He knows I wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

The first one falls, on my left lip. On this virgin location, it hurts almost more than in the abused center. I cannot contain my thrashing, but manage to hold my scream into a deep throated growl. The second hits my right lip. Again I manage to contain my scream. He waits again for me to stop. The third, on my left lip, then the fourth on the right. Six more to go and I have not screamed. He smiles at me. Number five falls; right on my clit. My back arches as I scream louder than ever. My efforts at showing control for my master are wasted. I thrash and scream like a banshee. I try to stop moving at least, so he can continue, but I cannot. My body does not obey my commands; and: Why should it? Did I not place myself willingly on this table? Did I not select the instrument with my own hands? Why should my body obey me? Finally, of its own accord, my body stops moving. I look into Simon’s eyes, panting, gasping for breath; I notice movement, but focus on his eyes only. Blamm! Number six falls on my clit again, but this time, the thrashing and screaming last for only a few moments, as I remain, fixed in place by his eyes. Before he can hit me again, I soundlessly mouth the word “Now” and he hits me again, number seven. My body does its thrashing, and grunting as I continue to watch his eyes; as soon as I calm down, I watch those eyes smile, and again I form the word “Now” Number eight follows, and then nine, and then gratefully, ten. I fall back on the table, drenched in sweat, my whole body exhausted from the ordeal. He approaches me and kisses me. “Well done” he says.

 

Crystal gives me some water, as the boys look at the damage done to my pussy. Simon states: “Not too bad” and they get ready for the next step. Robert, the MC picks up the vise grip while Simon takes the pliers. I am happy that he does. The pliers promise to cause much more damage than the vise grip, and I really prefer that Simon gets to enjoy doing the most painful things. Suddenly I am worried. What if he lets Robert burn off my clit? I look at him and he, detecting it, approaches.

 

 “Will you be the one to burn off my clit?” I ask “I very much want you to”

 

He smiles at me “Of course baby, I will be the one to do it to you”

 

“Thank you” I sigh.

 

Instructed by Robert, Vicky picks up three of the rubber strips, and hooks the small hooks through the hood over my clit, I grunt, feeling the sharp barbed spikes going through the tender, soft skin; she then stretches the rubber bands and hooks the larger ones through the skin. My clit is now fully exposed for Robert and Simon to crush. The tension on my hood and the hooks cause such pain that I cannot feel the larger hooks in my abdomen. Robert approaches me first and squeezes the nub with the vise grip. It hurts but, despite his best efforts, the vise grip is too coarse an instrument to do much on such small, soft body part. I am sorry to see this and apologize.

 

“You could try something else sir” I say submissively.

 

“Simon will do better, I’m sure” He shrugs and goes off to stir the coals.

 

Simon approaches my pussy now, and grasps my nub with the pliers. I feel the cold of the metal and then… “Aaaaargh” I scream wildly as my world becomes a very small, cold, crushing place. The hooks are forgotten in an epiphany of anguish. He turns the pliers, right and left. My hands open and close in a vain attempt to grab something, anything that will help me. He takes his time, crushing, twisting, pulling. I scream and scream, until he is done. He releases the hooks which, barbed, hurt more coming out than they did going in. It is however more tolerable than the pliers. I am glad I shan’t have a clitoris so I do not have to endure that again.

 

After a few minutes, I see Crystal with the longer dildo affixed to her, and Yukiko with the wider one. Robert and Simon both picked up canes to encourage them. The dildos seem longer when seen sticking out from their waists than they seemed on the shelf. They both look at me, worried. I, tired, give them a tentative smile.

 

“Do not try to spare me” I tell them.

 

Yukiko answers “We won’t” Crystal just stares.

 

Crystal goes first. With her eyes brimming with tears, she steps between my legs. Her studded intruder prods at my opening. Unwillingly I tense up. I must try to relax, but I can’t; all my senses, all my muscles tense against this unwanted intrusion. I see Simon caning Crystal; she screams and her dildo rips into me. I scream too. Crystal begins thrusting, harder, harder, as both Simon and Robert thrash her back. The studs tear into my inner membranes. I am being ripped apart. I scream louder and louder. Crystal screams too, as she thrusts harder and harder to avoid the cutting cane. Finally, it is enough. She stops and pulls out. I feel the pain in my center. Moisture runs from me. I know it is blood.

 

Yukiko comes next. Her thicker dildo sticks out from her svelte frame like the horn of a rhino, and like it, is designed to do maximum damage. I can sense, from the expression on her face, the extent of the damage done to me by Crystal’s previous ravage. She looks at Simon, then Robert, hoping perhaps for a reprieve. None such is forthcoming. Eyes tearing up, she stands at the entrance of my shredded love tunnel. I feel faint from the pain, but lift my head and try to encourage her.

 

“Go” I say.

 

Still, Yukiko hesitates, “I can’t” She mouths silently.

 

Then “Thwack!” The cut of the cane on her back starts her. She enters me, ripping me open, but still fails to move. I whimper in pain as two more vicious cuts of the cane rip into her back. “I’m sorry” I hear her voice, as she starts thrusting. I lose control again. Her huge intruder rips into my already shredded insides. I lose myself in a red sea of pain. No one can survive this onslaught. I can blame no one; I chose the instruments myself. Every few thrusts, Yukiko slows down and then the canes fall on her. Soon, soon she will feel the excitement, and she does. She no longer needs the cane to encourage her. My whimpers have turned to screams of horror. I see blood splattering on her belly, every time she pulls back. I see her face, now lost in a rapture of arousal, sex, blood, pain. Then, just as it started, it stops. Yukiko pulls out of me, her dildo, red with my blood. I lie back, silent, torn, bleeding.

 

Robert examines me and inserts a small dildo, heavily wrapped in gauze in my vagina. “It will stop the bleeding” he says. Past the point of exhaustion, I do not even feel it. Vicky gives me more ice water. Time passes, slowly, as I recover slightly. I hear the whoosh of the air extractor, and now feel the coolness of the air-conditioned room on the glistening sweat on my skin. I look around me, and I see Vicky, standing, her pussy closed by her four heavy steel rings; is it perhaps less swollen now? I see Yukiko, who has removed her killer dildo and harness, but whose lower belly still is splattered with my blood. Crystal too has some blood on her belly, but not as much. The boys, looking at me. Robert approaching me.

 

 “Shall we go on?” He asks me.

 

My voice fails me now. How can I ask for what is to come? How can they expect me to ask for it? All my senses, my body demands from me a denial. My head tries to shake a negative on its own accord. It is only with an utmost effort of will that I prevent the head shake that I know would put an end to this madness. “Water” I beg. An attempt to delay the inevitable; my answer. Finally, I yield.

 

 

“Do it. Do it to me now”

 

Crystal pulls the barbecue from the fireplace and brings it to the table. I must be grateful that they do not make me do that too. I wonder if I would even be able to walk to the fireplace. Robert stands between my legs. For a moment I fear that Simon is chickening out on his promise and he will let Robert do it to me; but no, he is only placing the hooks. Three again on my hood, three on each of the inner labia, or what remains of them I guess. By now, my pussy is so worn out from the beatings, the ravaging, that I almost cannot feel the hooks. I do feel them when he sinks them in my belly and inner thighs though, but pain is by now relative, and what would have made me scream only days ago, by now barely rates a whimper. Robert moves out of the way. He stands to a side, but close and all the girls also approach. Vicky, for obvious reasons, the most anxious, I see her tremble. Somehow, I gather strength from her fear. Simon is now between my legs. He touches my clit, gently, then bends down and kisses it. A single tear escapes my eyes. He picks up the first iron. It’s tip glowing almost white. He lets it cool slightly, for a few seconds. I close my eyes. “Open your eyes” He commands. I obey. I see the iron, his eyes, the iron, the iron. It comes, it comes. I hear a scream, it is mine. I hear the sizzle of burning flesh, a split second before the pain hits me, like a truck running into my pussy. I scream and scream; I thrash and thrash; my head pounds on the table. My legs fight the restraints as I try to close them. He pulls the iron out of my body. I still feel the heat, the searing. I pass out.

 

Only to be revived by smelling salts, Yukiko gives me water. I drink it greedily; I can still smell my burnt flesh, I can still feel the pain, the searing. Simon says “Once more” I scream “No, no” but I know it is pointless now. It must go on until it is over. I calm down, and lie back again. “Go ahead; finish it” I say. Simon picks up the second iron. I look only at his eyes  this time. I hear the sizzle, and feel the pain; only it is much less now. I scream, but do not pass out. Of course; most of the nerve endings were destroyed by the first iron. This second one is burning mostly dead flesh. Then, it is over. Robert applies an antibiotic ointment, and I am released. Simon hugs me, and weakly, I hug him back. Robert hands me a glass. It is brandy. I cough as I take a gulp down. It burns in my gut, but feels good nonetheless.

 

Vicky goes back into her cell, to await her next ordeal tomorrow. I, finally get to sleep in a real bed, with my master. I do not know who will share Robert’s bed today, nor do I care. With Simon’s, my master’s arms around me, I fall into a deep, deep sleep.