"Never!" Sandra's eyes flashed with anger. Her voice was an angry rasp.
"You really haven't any choice," smiled Val.
There was a cruel gleam in his eyes as he stepped toward her.
"Get away from me, you bastard," she hissed.
He laughed and grabbed her arm. She tried to pull herself away, but his grip overpowered her.
Betsy stepped up to her. Val pinned Sandra's arms to her sides. Betsy seized the front of Sandra's blouse and ripped it off.
"How dare you!" cried Sandra.
"Oh, we'll buy you a new one, dear," smiled Betsy. She ripped apart Sandra's slacks. .
Val reached down and tore her panties away from her waist. The fabric stung her tender flesh as it ripped.
"You're hurting me, damn you!" shouted Sandra. "I demand that you-"
Val interrupted her by dragging her roughly across the room. Betsy came over with a length of coarse rope and quickly wrapped it around Sandra's naked form.
She pulled the ends of the rope tightly, and Sandra squealed as its rough fabric bit into her skin.
Val stepped away from her, smiling cruelly. "You'll learn to obey us, Sandra. Don't you worry."
Sandra spat right into his face. She stared at him with hate-filled eyes. He dragged her down to the floor. Sandra flailed the air with her bare legs.
"I think she needs a good lesson right now," said Val.
Betsy nodded and dashed out of the room. She returned minutes later carrying a long, thin, black leather whip.
Sandra opened her eyes wide with horror. "Get away from me with that thing," she said, a note of fear in her voice.
The rope was tightly coiled around her body. One end trailed off her flesh onto the floor. Val seized it and pulled her roughly to her feet.
"Leave me alone," wailed Sandra. "Get me out of here right now!"
Val answered her with a grin. He pulled her over to a stone wall and tied the end of the rope to a metal ring embedded in the wall's concrete surface.
Betsy stepped forward, the handle of the whip clutched tightly in her hand.
"No, please," cried Sandra.
"You have to learn to obey us," said Betsy.
She stepped back and raised her whip hand, drawing her arm behind her.
"No!" shouted Sandra again.
"Wait," said Val.
He stepped up to her quickly and produced two small metal clamps that he had been hiding in his powerful fist. He quickly screwed each of the clamps onto Sandra's long, bare nipples.
She began to cry and whimper with pain. Betsy raised her whip arm. "Stop this," cried Sandra. She screamed in pain as the whip bit her flesh.
* * *
CHAPTER ONE
"Hurry," said Betsy. "We don't want to miss the helicopter."
She jumped quickly off the train. Sandra climbed out after her, and frowned at the dowdy railroad station she found herself in.
"Is it really necessary for you to live so out of the way?" Her voice reflected her ill humor.
"Oh, isolation has its advantages," chuckled Betsy. "Don't worry, we're going to have the most wonderful week."
"Well, I certainly appreciate your inviting me," said Sandra. "Who else will be there?"
"My family's in Europe, except for my brother Val. You'll like him. He's really nice. And handsome, I. must say."
"Well, that will be something, anyway," chuckled Sandra. "And I must say, I don't mind a helicopter ride at all."
"Have you ever been in one before?" asked Betsy.
"Oh, a number of times, back and forth between my father's office and the heliport."
"Well, it will be a beautiful trip over the mountains," said Betsy. "Most people don't realize it, but Montana has some really beautiful scenery."
Sandra followed behind her as she walked around to the back of the rickety old station house. There was a vast stretch of empty land in back. A helicopter was parked some fifteen yards away.
Sandra frowned critically as she studied the helicopter. It was an older type, with a huge transparent globe as the only passenger compartment.
"That doesn't look quite comfortable," she said, "or safe."
"Comfortable, no," said Betsy. "Safe, yes. Come on now, he's due to leave in fifteen minutes."
Sandra looked behind her at a cart loaded with her suitcases.
"What about my luggage?" she asked.
"I'm afraid that will have to come along later," said Betsy. "The helicopter can only hold so much weight. I'll have plenty for you to wear, though."
Sandra shrugged.
"Well, I hope the stay will be better than the trip," she said.
She watched carefully as Betsy climbed into the cab of the helicopter. She pulled herself up, and squeezed her tall frame into one of the small, hard leather seats behind the pilot's seat.
She squirmed and wriggled, but couldn't make herself comfortable.
"Oh, damn it," she said. "If I could only stretch out my legs!"
"It's a fairly short ride," said Betsy. "Just concentrate on the scenery."
Sandra clapped her hands over her ears as the pilot gunned the engine. The helicopter left the ground with a sickening jerk, and proceeded noisily upwards.
"Why does it have to be so loud?" asked Sandra.
"What?" shouted Betsy.
"I SAID, WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE SO LOUD?"
Betsy answered with a shrug and a grin. Sandra squirmed around in her seat, then gazed at the ground below her. She had to admit that the scenery was beautiful. Tall, snow-peaked mountains ringed with clouds stretched out on all sides of the earth below. .
Betsy leaned over and patted Sandra on her shoulder. Sandra jerked her head sharply around. Betsy pointed over the pilot's shoulder to a patch of level ground set between the peaks of the tallest of the mountains.
Sandra turned a questioning look to her, and Betsy nodded yes.
Sandra's stomach fell as the helicopter slowly descended. It hit the ground hard, and Sandra felt her teeth clack together. The awful, roaring noise of the helicopter's rotor blades gradually diminished. Betsy climbed out, keeping her head down and out of the way of the still-spinning rotor blades.
She extended her arm and took Sandra's hand as she stepped out of the cab. Sandra jumped down and stepped quickly away from the helicopter.
"So we're here at last," she said, gazing around at the landscape.
"Come on in and we'll freshen up," said Betsy. "Then I'll show you around."
She followed behind Betsy as the smaller girl walked towards a large, modern, two-story house. Sandra was startled by the sound of the helicopter's engine. She looked behind her to see it taking off again. She watched it become smaller and smaller as it sped off info the clear, blue horizon.
She walked quickly up to Betsy.
"Is that the only way out of here?"
"Afraid so," chuckled Betsy. "Unless you're really good with ropes and climbing gear. But most climbers stay away from these peaks."
"I'll take the helicopter, thank you," replied Sandra.
She smiled as they approached the grounds surrounding the house. A narrow brick road stretched in front of the house and seemed to curve around to the rear.
Sandra followed Betsy as she walked across the stone slabs leading up to the house's front door. Betsy turned the doorknob, and ushered Sandra inside.
"Well, this is nice, after that miserable trip," said Sandra, gazing around at the modern, comfortably furnished living room.
"I'm glad you like the place," smiled Betsy. "Come on upstairs. I'll show you your room, then we can freshen up. Care for a swim?"
"Be glad to," said Sandra. "I'm all sweated up, like a horse or something. Say. You don't keep horses, do you?"
"We sure do," said Betsy emphatically. "A whole stable full. You ride?"
"Yes, I do," smiled Sandra.
Betsy pointed out the large bay window. "We have lots of bare ground, excellent for riding. And you can even go up into the foothills."
"I'm starting to like this trip more and more," said Sandra.
Betsy led her up a carpeted flight of stairs to the second floor of the house. Sandra nodded approvingly.
"I must say, you have excellent taste," she murmured.
"Thank you," said Betsy. "Val, my brother, is around here somewhere. You'll probably meet him when we go for our swim."
"Well, I'm always glad to meet a good-looking man," said Sandra. "Which room is mine?"
"Right here," said Betsy, clutching a polished doorknob.
She pushed open a plain wooden door and ushered Sandra inside. Sandra frowned as she gazed around the room.
"Rather small, isn't it?"
"Well, it's only for yourself," said Betsy. "You'll not be spending much time here."
Sandra walked over and sat down at the edge of the room's small bed. She frowned again.
"The mattress is kind of hard," she said, gently bouncing herself up and down on it.
"Oh, you'll get plenty of exercise," smiled Betsy. "You won't have any trouble sleeping, believe me. Bathroom's downstairs. For the bath, I mean. We have a small facility up here, but its only for-"
"Spare me the details," mumbled Sandra. "Rather odd to have to walk around the house undressed, I must say."
"Well, there's only us, and Val. Oh, and the servants. But they mind their own business, and-"
"Yes. The best way to deal with servants is to make believe they're not there, except when they're serving you," said Sandra.
Betsy walked over to a closet running the length of one wall of the room. Betsy pulled aside one of its sliding doors, and reached in.--
"I think this will fit you," she said, handing Sandra a blue silk robe.
Sandra took the garment from her, rubbing her fingertips along its silken fabric.
"I'm sure this will be fine," she said. "What about my luggage?"
"That depends on the helicopter," said Betsy. "If worst comes to worst, you can wear my things. Your bags will stay at the train station."
Sandra leaped angrily to her feet.
"That's a damnable nuisance, you know," she said.
"Well, I'm sorry," said Betsy, "but there really isn't anything we can do about it."
There was a loud knock on the door. Betsy smiled, and threw the door open.
It was Sandra's turn to smile, as brightly as she could. A tall, dark-complexioned young man walked in, a big, friendly smile spread across his face.
He nodded to Sandra, then turned to Betsy.
"Hello, Bess!" he said, and wrapped his arms tightly around her. Betsy murmured and pressed her lips tightly against his. They locked themselves in a long embrace.
Sandra thought there was something odd about that. But she decided that they were just very close.
Betsy turned to her. "Val, I'd like you to meet my friend, Sandra."
Sandra extended her hand. Val shot out his hand, and she curled her slender fingers around the rough, powerful skin of his hand.
"Well, I'm most pleased to meet you," said Val. His voice was deep, with a resonance that Sandra found quite pleasing.
"Yes, how do you do," she said demurely.
Val stepped back, his gaze roving up and down her lean, willowy form.
"So how do you like our place?" he smiled.
"It's wonderful, really," said Sandra. "But there's just one thing. Can't anything be done about my clothes?"
''I'm afraid not," said Val, sadly shaking his head. "The helicopter won't be back for at least a week, and-"
"At least! I packed my things for this trip, and now I can't have them. Can't you please send one of the servants? Do something!"
Her eyes flashed with anger as she spoke. Val kept smiling.
"I'm afraid that none of our staff knows anything about mountain climbing," he said.
"But isn't there something that can be done?" Sandra felt herself filling up with anger.
"I told you before, probably not," said Betsy softly. "Now it's confirmed. But don't worry. I have things for you to wear. And you will have the most wonderful time."
"Well, I hope so," said Sandra. "Now, how about that bath?"
"Coming right up," said Betsy. "We'll have a really good bath, and-"
"We?"
"Oh, there's plenty of room for two in our tub," laughed Betsy.
"And even more," chuckled Val.
Sandra forced herself to ignore the implications of his comment. She followed Betsy out of the room.
She looked around as they approached the top of the stairs.
"Do you have many servants?" she' asked.
"More than you could ever imagine," said Betsy. "They just sort of keep out of sight. You'll be seeing plenty of them, don't worry about that."
They walked quickly down the stairs and back into the living room. A tall, older-looking man walked silently past them, dressed in a butler's uniform.
Sandra smiled as she watched his square-shouldered form file through the room.
"Well. There's one," she said. "Grim-looking fellow, isn't he?"
Betsy laughed. "Oh, Sims is all right. A bit dour, though, I'll say that."
"And he's been with the family for ages, right?"
"You guessed it."
Betsy stepped quickly across the room and clutched the ornate doorknob of a large, carved door.
"This way to the bathroom," she smiled. She pushed the door open. Sandra went in after her, and found herself at the top of a flight of carpeted stairs.
"In the basement?" asked Sandra.
"Uh, huh. You haven't seen the bath, yet.
But believe me, it couldn't be anywhere else."
Betsy walked down the stairs and through another door. Sandra found herself in a large, tiled room. At one end of the room was an enormous, sunken square bathtub.
"Looks like a swimming pool," chuckled Sandra.
"You can undress over there," said Betsy, pointing to an upholstered bench stretched out beneath a row of hooks.
Sandra walked over and sat herself down on the bench. Betsy sat down beside her, and kicked off her shoes. Sandra did likewise. She started to unbutton her blouse, telling herself not to feel uncomfortable about undressing in front of Betsy.
Betsy turned around and reached up. A small metal panel was embedded in the wall, in which was set a red button. Betsy pushed the button. A few minutes later, a young woman walked into the room.
"She's one of our bath attendants," said Betsy.
Sandra studied the woman carefully. She was obviously Oriental, with a beautiful, olive-skinned face. She was wearing a short white robe, tied tightly around her slender waist. She was carrying a pile of thick bath towels.
"Are you ready now, miss," she smiled at
Betsy.
Betsy stood up without replying. She unbuttoned her blouse, and the woman pulled it off her shoulders. Betsy grinned sheepishly at Sandra.
"Oh, sorry," she said. She glanced at the young woman. "One moment, Mai," she said. She stepped back over to the wall and pressed the red button again.
"One for you, too," she smiled at Sandra.
"I must say, I'm quite impressed," said Sandra. "I expected something a lot more, well, rural. This is all quite chic."
Another young, Oriental woman walked in. She was dressed in the same white robe as the first. She seemed to Sandra to be an exact copy of the woman who was pulling Betsy's blouse off her shoulders.
Sandra leaned over and whispered in Betsy's ear.
"How do you tell them apart?"
Betsy grinned. "Don't know, exactly. You just have to get used to them."
Sandra unbuttoned her blouse. The second woman stepped up to her and removed the garment from her shoulders. Sandra reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, and the woman waved her wrists away with a smile.
"You might as well let the girl do her work," smiled Betsy.
Sandra spread her arms out wide. The girl stepped behind her, and expertly unhooked her bra. She pulled it off of Sandra's torso, and laid it carefully down on the bench.
Betsy stared hard at Sandra's naked breasts. Each cone-shaped mass of creamy flesh was tipped with a long, deep-red nipple.
"I must say, you have the most beautiful breasts," said Betsy.
"Thank you," said Sandra.
Betsy's servant unhooked her bra and laid it down next to Sandra's. Betsy pressed her hands to her bare stomach.
"My breasts are so much smaller," she said, peering down at the twin risings of pink-tipped flesh.
"Well, there's plenty more time for them to grow," said Sandra. There was the tiniest note of condescension in her voice. Betsy's comment made her feel more proud than she usually did about the size of her breasts.
Sandra looked down to see her servant kneeling before her. The girl undid the top of her slacks, and slid them down her thighs.
"Please to sit down, miss," said the girl.
"What's her name," asked Sandra, as she sat down on the bench. She stretched out her legs, and the girl pulled the slacks off her feet.
"Nia," said Betsy. "She's Mai's sister. They're both marvelous, really."
Sandra stood up, clad only in a pair of panties. Nia reached for the waistband but Sandra waved her off.
"That I'll do myself, thank you," she said. She quickly slid the undergarment down her legs.
She looked over at the naked form of Betsy.
She smiled, trying not to hide her distaste at the sight of the unusual amount of body hair covering Betsy's smaller frame. A huge black bush of wiry hairs completely covered her vagina. A narrow strip of hair ran straight up to her navel. Each of her long, thick nipples was ringed with a circle of black hair, identical to the hairs covering her puhis.
"Keeps me warm in winter," smiled Betsy. Her gaze was fixed on the tiny bunch of blond hairs at the top of Sandra's vagina.
The two servant girls stepped away from them and walked over to the tub. They turned on the golden faucets, and stepped back as steaming water cascaded into the tub.
The tub filled in minutes. Betsy cautiously touched a toe to the water, then stepped in.
"Come on," she said, "the water's perfect."
Sandra walked quickly into the pool, the clear water splashing around her ankles. She heard a soft splash behind her, and turned her head to see the two servant girls stepping naked into the tub. They had no body hair of any kind. Small, round breasts rose gracefully from the olive-green skin of their torsos.
"They're going to wash us?" asked Sandra.
"Sure," said Betsy. "Save yourself the work, no?"
Sandra felt uncomfortable as Nia rubbed soapy, wet hands over her body. She forced herself to act casual. Nia ran a soft washcloth under her crotch, then pushed the cloth into the lips of her vagina. Sandra stepped back with a gasp.
"No, not at all," she murmured. It seemed to her that the gesture was deliberate, but she couldn't be sure.
"Do tell her to be more careful, won't you?" she said to Betsy.
Betsy smiled. "Oh, she gets a bit over-anxious at times. Don't let it bother you."
Betsy turned to her girl.
"That will be all, thank you." she turned back to Sandra.
"They'd be at it all day if you let them," she said. They stepped out of the tub, and the girls wrapped thick bath towels around them.
When Sandra stepped back to the bench, she saw two bikini swim suits laid out.
"Time for a swim," said Betsy with a laugh.
Sandra frowned at the skimpy garment. "It's a bit much, isn't it?"
"Nobody here but. us chickens," laughed
Betsy.
Sandra chuckled at the quaint old expression. She stepped into the skimpy bottoms, and Nia tied the top firmly around her back. Mai tied on the top of Betsy's bikini. They took fresh towels, and went back up the stairs to the living room.
"Pool's out in back," said Betsy.
She led Sandra through a sliding glass door and out into the house's back yard.
"Well, I'm impressed again," said Sandra, staring at the large, oval swimming pool.
The pool's walk around was tiled. Several poolside chairs leaned lazily along the surface.
"Hello," called a deep male voice. Val picked himself up out of one of the chairs and waved at them.
Sandra gasped loudly, and swiftly turned her back on him.
"Will you please tell him to put on some clothes?" she asked. "I'm not at all used to this sort of thing."
Betsy nodded at Val and he darted away.
"Coast is clear," she said to Sandra.
Sandra turned around again, an angry look on her face.
"He could have had the decency," she began.
"Well, we almost always skinny dip," said Betsy. "You don't mind if I do, do you?"
"No. Not you. But a man-" She was about to ask why Betsy didn't feel uncomfortable being naked in front of her brother, but decided not" to.
Betsy quickly wriggled out of her swimsuit.
"So. Do we go right in, or do we have a glass of wine and a smoke first?"
"The latter," smiled Sandra. "But I don't smoke. Cigarettes, that is."
"That's not what I was referring to," said Betsy.
She stretched her naked form out on a pool chair. Val came running up to them, dressed in a pair of tight swimming briefs. He was clutching something in his large hand.
"Here's a make up, for flashing at you," he said. He dropped a fat marijuana cigarette on Sandra's bare stomach.
"Well. Thank you," she said, and immediately shoved it into her mouth.
Val handed a cigarette to Betsy, then lit one himself. A white-jacketed young man stepped out onto the walk around, holding a tray laden with glasses of wine.
Sandra studied him carefully as he handed them each a glass. He took no notice whatever of Betsy's nudity. She decided that the servants were quite used to them by now.
The wine was excellent. Sandra excused herself, and walked quickly away from the pool area. Val picked himself up and sat down at the edge of Betsy's chair. "Wow," he grinned.
"Oh, yeah," replied Betsy. "She does need the training. We going to start tomorrow, or what?"
"This is an extreme case," laughed Val. "I say we start this evening."
He saw Sandra approaching the pool area and gestured with his head. Betsy fell silent.
"Why does the bathroom have to be so far away," scowled Sandra as she stepped up to them.
"Good for the legs," chuckled Val. "Say. I hope you don't mind, but I'm awfully uncomfortable in this thing. I really have to take it off."
"Well, go ahead then," said Sandra.
She turned her gaze away from him. He swiftly pulled off the briefs, then dove into the pool.
"Is that really necessary?" she asked harshly.
"Oh, Val likes his comfort," said Betsy. She dove into the pool. Sandra dove in after her.
The swim was followed by a grueling horseback ride around the grounds of the ranch. Sandra was sweating when she handed the bridle of her horse to the stable hand. She pulled the robe she'd thrown on over her swimsuit shut, and followed Val and Betsy back into the house.
Betsy plunked herself down on a modern, low-slung couch and stretched out her bare legs. Val sat down next to her, and draped his arm over her shoulders.
He turned his head to the door.
"Sims," he called out.
The butler silently appeared a moment later. "We'd like some more wine and marijuana," said Val.
Sims vanished out of the room. Sandra leaned back in her easy chair.
"Would you mind having dinner by the pool? We're all in suits, anyway."
"Oh, that will be all right, I guess," said Sandra.
Sims returned, carrying a tray with glasses of wine and a huge hookah. He set the hookah down in the center of the carpeted floor. Val and Betsy slid off the couch and seized a hose. Sandra smiled and joined them.
"That will be all," said Val. Sims nodded and quickly left.
The hashish with which the hookah was loaded was quite powerful. Sandra felt a slight dizziness along with the relaxed, intoxicated state the drug had put her in. She sipped cautiously at her wine.
Betsy leaned back, propping herself up on her forearms. She reached out her arm and curled it tightly around Val's waist.
"Val and I like to play little games," she said. "And we'd like you to play, too."
"Sounds interesting," said Sandra.
They ate a short but excellent meal. Val wiped his lips with a cloth napkin, then pushed himself away from the table and stood up.
"Well. Now to the basement."
Betsy jumped up eagerly and followed after him. Sandra trailed behind, hoping they were going to do something that would make the long mountain night exciting. Val leaned over and whispered in Betsy's ear.
"You're hot for her, aren't you?"
"Yes," she said excitedly.
Sandra stepped up beside them.
"So what are we going to do?"
"Obedience games," said Val. "I tell you to do something, and you do it. If you refuse, I punish you."
"I don't know if I like the sound of that," said Sandra doubtfully.
"Oh, it's so much fun!" chirped Betsy.
Val led them down to the house's huge basement. Sandra shivered at the chill in the stone-walled corridor, and pulled her robe tightly closed.
Val ushered them into a small, bare room. The floor was carpeted like the rest of the house, but the room contained no furniture apart from a wooden chest of drawers leaned against the back wall.
Val closed the door tightly behind them.
"Now watch," he said. "I'm going to give Betsy a command, and she will obey."
He turned to Betsy.
"Take off my robe," he said.
Betsy nodded and stepped behind him. She deftly pulled his robe off his shoulders. Sandra was disturbed to find that he was naked underneath.
"See?" said Val to Sandra. "That's the idea. Now I'll give you a command."
Sandra looked at him puzzled.
"Take off your swimsuit," said Val.
A look of displeasure crossed Sandra's face.
"Come on," said Betsy. "I'll strip, too."
She threw off her robe, and stood naked before Sandra.
"Well, all right," grumbled Sandra. "Of all the silliest-"
She reached behind her back and untied the top of her bikini. She tried not to notice Val's lusting stare as she pulled the top away from her breasts. She quickly jerked off the bikini bottoms.
"All right," she said, standing before Val completely naked. "What's next?"
Val's member became erect. Sandra forced herself to keep her gaze on his face.
"Look at my penis," said Val. She glanced down at his unusually long member.
"Touch it. Wrap your fingers around the shaft," said Val.
Sandra stepped back, a shocked look crossing her face.
"I certainly will not," she said angrily.
"You refuse to obey?" said Betsy.
"Most certainly not. Of all the filthy things!"
"So you must be punished," said Val. Sandra looked at him with disdain.
Betsy darted over to the cabinet and pulled open a bottom drawer. She pulled out a long length of rope, studded with sharp steel barbs. Sandra shrank back.
"What, what are you going to do with that?" she said fearfully.
"This is your punishment," said Val.
"Oh, no you don't!".
She darted across the room. Val sprinted, and caught her around her bare waist. He pinned her arms tightly against her sides.
"Hey! Help! Let go of me," she cried. "The servants will-"
"Oh, don't worry about them," chuckled Betsy. She stepped over to Sandra and pulled her legs wide apart. Val lifted her easily off the ground. She began to tremble with fear.
"Please, please no," she said. "You're crazy, both of you!"
Betsy slid the rope between her thighs. Sandra instinctively jammed her legs closed, then screamed and jerked them open again. One of the metal barbs dug into the tender flesh of her thigh. She gasped in horror as she looked down to see a small stream of dark blood trickling down the creamy white flesh.
Betsy darted around and threw one end of the rope over Sandra's shoulder.
"Why-why are you doing this?" whimpered Sandra, afraid to move lest the barbs bite into her flesh again.
"You didn't obey," said Val.
The rope rested against the smooth skin of Sandra's back. Val gripped a free end and pulled it over Sandra's torso. He dragged the rope over her right breast.
Sandra screamed again as a barb bit into the tender flesh of her breast. A few drops of blood dripped down past her nipple. Val snaked the rope around so that it was just under her left breast. He pulled it tightly around her back again.
Sandra screamed loudly.
"Owwww, oh, God, owwww!" One of the barbs had cut into the sensitive skin of the lips of her vagina.
Val coiled the rope around her waist. He seized the free end dangling down between her legs and pulled on it roughly.
Sandra screamed again.
"Please, please don't hurt me any more!" She fell silent, tears running down her cheeks.
Val clutched the free end of the rope tightly. He carefully pulled the barb out of her breast, and turned it so that its wicked metal surface rested flat against the creamy-white skin.
"Don't want to damage the beauties, now, do we," he murmured.
He curled his arm around her shoulders and pressed her close against him.
"Are you going to obey?" he asked sternly.
"Leave me alone," wailed Sandra. She was terrified. She could "feel the cold steel of the barbs as they lay against her flesh. She knew that the slightest movement would plunge her into agony.
Then Val pulled hard on the rope.
CHAPTER TWO
"Oh, my God!" Sandra's scream echoed off the walls of the room. She felt a terrible fiery pain explode in her tortured crotch and shoot up throughout her entire body. One of the barbs had slipped neatly in between the lips of her vagina.
Val relaxed his grip, and she felt the pain lessen. She began to cry, and let her head hang down to her breast.
"Take this off me," she said tearfully.
Val gave the rope another quick jerk. She screamed again, and began to tremble. Her trembling made the points of the barbs scratch against her skin. She gasped loudly from the terrible pain.
"Will you obey?" asked Val sternly.
"Yes, yes, anything you say," she cried out.
Anything was better than that pain.
He let the rope drop from his hand.
"Just stand still," he said. He gingerly removed the rope, careful not to let the barbs mar her flesh.
Sandra stepped back, trembling. She looked at her hosts with frightened eyes.
"What is this?" she stammered out.
She looked down at herself. Apart from the brownish smear of blood on the inside of her thigh, she seemed to bear no marks whatsoever. She gingerly reached into her crotch, then winced as she brushed her fingertips against the injured lip of her vagina.
Val stepped up to her. His member sprang up, fully erect.
"Touch it," he said.
Sandra shrank back.
"Do you disobey again?"
"No," she said fearfully.
She reached over and touched her fingertips to his male flesh. She jerked her hand away, and Val grinned. She placed her fingers on the shaft again, then tightly wrapped her hand around it. She looked into Val's eyes.
"Very good," he said. "You may let go."
She quickly darted her hand away from his crotch.
"That's the game we're going to be playing this week," said Betsy. "Val, or I, will give you an order. If you don't obey, you will be punished."
Sandra quickly regained her senses. The fear she felt quickly became a sort of righteous anger.
"Thank you kindly," she said, a clear note of sarcasm in her voice, "but I don't go in for perversion. If you don't mind, I'd like to leave tonight."
"That's not possible," said Val.
"Very well. Tomorrow morning, then."
"Sorry," said Betsy. "There will be no helicopter landing here for at least a week."
"What's all this about perversion, anyway?" asked Val.
Sandra glanced at the rope lying on the floor. "That," she said angrily. "Causing someone so much pain! Why!"
Betsy stepped up to her and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Because we love you, that's why."
Sandra stepped over to where she had dropped her swim suit. She bent down to pick the garments up.
"No, no," said Val, "no clothes, unless we tell you, you can't wear them."
Sandra hung for a moment, suspended over the pieces of the bikini. Then she straightened herself up, and walked over to the cabinet. She leaned against it, and sneered.
"Oh, very well. But don't you dare lay a hand on me again."
Val turned to Betsy.
"Kiss my foot," he said.
"No, I won't," replied Betsy.
"Do you refuse?"
"Yes."
He turned and walked back to the cabinet. He pulled open another drawer, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Betsy turned her back to him, and crossed her wrists behind her back. Val quickly clapped on the cuffs.
"So what is this," snapped Sandra.
"Betsy's punishment," replied Val. "She refused."
He turned back to the cabinet and pulled out a long, thin bamboo cane. He waved it around in the air over his head. The striated shaft hummed evilly as it flew.
"Bend over," he said to Betsy.
Betsy bent double.
Sandra shrank back against the wall in horror as he stepped behind her and raised the cane high over his head. Val swung, and brought the cane down hard on the cheeks of Betsy's buttocks.
Betsy shrieked and trembled.
"One," Val intoned.
He raised his arm again. The shaft of the cane landed hard on the tender flesh of her buttocks.
"Two," said Val over her scream.
"Please, please, no more," cried Betsy.
"One more," said Val somberly.
"No," Betsy began. She screamed loudly, her cry piercing Sandra's ears. The cane landed on her buttocks with a resounding smack.
Val stepped away, then replaced the cane in the drawer. Betsy straightened herself up slowly. She turned around to let Val unlock the handcuffs. Sandra gasped loudly as she saw Betsy's buttocks. The smooth, white skin was crossed with three ugly red weals.
Val stepped in front of Betsy.
"Kiss my foot," he said.
Betsy knelt down and pressed her lips against the top of his bare foot. She made a loud, kissing noise, then straightened up.
"Very good," said Val. He walked back over to Sandra.
"You will do everything I order you to," he said. "If not, you will be punished. Since this was your first time, we went easy on you."
"Easy!" snorted Sandra. "Listen, you're not going to involve me in any of your perverse games, understand? Enough is enough!"
Val smiled at her. He turned back to Betsy.
"She certainly has a long way to go, doesn't she?"
"I'll say," murmured Betsy.
"A long way to go to get out of here!" barked Sandra. "I'm leaving in the morning, no matter what!"
"How are you going to leave?" asked Betsy.
"I don't know. I'll think of something."
"Can you fly by yourself?" asked Val.
"Don't be ridiculous," she spat back.
"So how do you suggest you leave?"
"I don't know." Sandra fell silent and leaned against the cabinet. Val stepped up to her again.
"Touch my penis," he said.
She snarled at him, then reached her hand into his crotch. She squeezed his softened member, and it immediately became erect.
"On your knees," said Val.
Sandra dropped to one knee. The tip of his member hovered less than an inch from her face.
"Take it in your mouth," said Val. Sandra leapt to her feet, her eyes blazing with rage.
"How dare you ask me to do something like that!" she cried out.
"It won't be. the first time, will it?" chirped Betsy.
"That's none of your business," said Sandra angrily. She stared straight into Val's eyes.
"Get away from me with your filthy perversions."
"So you refuse?"
"Most certainly!"
"Very well."
She darted to one side, but he caught her around her shoulders, then pressed her against the smooth wood of the cabinet. She tried to tear herself free of his grip, but his strength was more than she could manage.
Betsy darted up and clapped a cuff over her wrist. She tried to jerk her arm away, but Val held her firm. Betsy gripped her arm and crossed her free wrist over her cuffed one. She quickly clapped the handcuff over her other wrist, then stepped away.
"Get this off of me right now," snarled Sandra. She took a step forward, then staggered and almost fell.
Val clutched her waist and spun her around. Betsy stepped up to her side, and pressed her fingers to the back of Sandra's neck. She bent Sandra forward.
"Oh, no," cried Sandra. "You're not going to hit me with that. I'm not some sort of filthy pervert!"
"Who is?" grinned Val. He pulled the cane out of the draw and held its striated shaft in front of her face. Sandra jerked her head back at the sight of the cruel, thin length of bamboo.
"Kiss the cane," said Val.
"Get, get," Sandra searched for the dirtiest word she could think of. "Get fucked!" she roared out.
"There will be three strokes for refusing my first command. Three more for refusing the second."
"I simply will not permit you to use that on me," said Sandra quietly.
She tried to straighten up, but Betsy kept her hand clamped firmly over her neck.
Val stepped behind her and raised the cane.
"No-" said Sandra.
Her protest became a scream of pure agony as Val brought the shaft of the cane down hard on the naked cheeks of her buttocks. A mass of solid pain erupted in her rump, and shot needle fingers up her spine. She gasped and began to sob.
"Don't, don't do that again," she wailed.
She heard the hum of the cane being swung through the air. She felt another, even worse flash of fiery-hot anguish tear through her as the thin shaft was laced across her tender flesh.
"That's two," said Betsy.
Sandra hung her head down and began to sob softly.
"Why, why are you doing this to me! I only wanted to have a nice vacation here, and, and--" her words trailed off to a gasp as she heard the soft tread of Val's feet stepping up behind her.
"No! Not again," she wailed.
Val raised his cane-wielding arm again.
"I, I'll do what you say," she shrieked. "Anything!"
Val lowered his arm and shoved the cane in front of her face.
"Will you kiss it?"
She darted her head forward and pressed her lips tightly against the striated shaft. She made a loud, kissing noise with her lips.
"That's not good enough," said Val.
"So what do you want?" she wailed.
"Kiss it harder. Use your tongue on it."
Sandra braced herself, and stuck out her tongue. She pressed the meaty tip to the bamboo, then coiled the soft, wet flesh around the shaft.
"Fine," said Val.
Sandra drew back her tongue. Val pulled the cane away from her face and stepped behind her again.
"No! I kissed the cane! Why!"
"One more for refusing to take my penis in your mouth," said Val. "You'll find it a lot more pleasant than the cane."
"Oh, all right!" There was a shrill note of desperation in Sandra's voice.
Val raised his cane arm again, and swung.
"OWWWWWW!!!" wailed Sandra, her buttocks alive and dancing with red-hot torment.
"That's three," said Betsy.
She stepped behind Sandra, and undid the handcuffs.
Sandra straightened herself up slowly, the pain in her buttocks spreading insidiously through every part of her body.
"Fix her up, won't you?" asked Val.
Betsy opened a small top drawer and pulled out a small tube. She rubbed some of the contents of the tube onto her hands, then gently smeared a soothing salve over the ugly red weals running across both cheeks of Sandra's rear.
Sandra felt the pain vanish quickly. Betsy handed the tube to Val, and turned around. She bent forward slightly, and Val rubbed some of the salve on her buttocks.
Val walked to the center of the room.
"Come here," he said to Sandra.
Sandra walked over to him.
"Touch."
She tweaked the head of his member between her thumb and forefinger. The member sprang up erect.
"Kneel down."
Sandra dropped to one knee.
"Take it in your mouth."
Sandra closed her eyes tightly and leaned forward, opening her mouth wide.
"Eyes open."
She forced her eyelids up, her gaze filled with Val's naked crotch.
She slowly passed her parted lips over the shaft. She closed her lips gingerly over the taut male flesh, fighting down a feeling of disgust that was welling up evilly within her. She had had several lovers, and had performed this act on them. But Val was someone she'd just met, and hardly knew.
"Suck," said Val.
She began to draw her lips over the masculine flesh. "That's enough."
She opened her mouth and quickly darted back her head. Val stepped back, his member still standing straight out from his crotch.
"That's the first part of the game," he said. "Let's go upstairs now, and we'll play some more."
He started to walk out of the room. His member swung slightly from side to side, and Sandra didn't like the feeling the sight of it produced in her.
She reached for her swimsuit.
"Ah, ah," said Betsy. "No clothes, now."
Sandra looked down with shock at her nipples and hair.
"But the servants-" she began.
"The servants serve," said Betsy. "Come on now. No one is going to look at you."
Sandra followed them out of the room, keeping her arms clasped tightly over her naked breasts. She looked around the corridor, and saw that it was deserted.
"I'm cold," she said, shivering at the chill air of the corridor.
"Oh, it's warmer upstairs," chuckled Val. He pushed open a door, and led them up a carpeted flight of stairs to the living room.
Sandra gasped as she saw the butler calmly emptying the ashtrays.
"Hello, Sims," smiled Val.
"Good evening, sir," intoned Sims. He seemed to take no notice whatever of their nudity.
Sandra started to walk into the living room.
"No, no, upstairs," said Val.
She gripped the railing tightly, and proceeded up the stairs. Val pushed his way into a comfortable-looking bedroom. He sat down on the room's large double bed, then leaned back and propped himself up on his forearms. Sandra gazed around the room, nodding approval of the expensive' dresser' and curtains.
"Why are there two double beds in this room? room?" she asked. Another large, double bed was stretched along a wall opposite from the bed she first saw.
"More comfortable," chuckled Val.
"Twice as comfortable," giggled Betsy.
Val gestured to Sandra. She looked at him suspiciously. Betsy plunked herself down on the other bed.
"Lie here with me," said Val.
"And that's a command," said Betsy.
Sandra shrugged and climbed up onto Val's bed. She stretched herself out next to him. Val rolled over on his side and threw his arm over her naked flesh.
Sandra angrily twisted herself away from him. She sat up sharply, her face red with anger.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" she snapped. She started to slide off the bed.
"Come back here," said Val.
She stopped at the edge of the bed and glared at him silently.
"Your next command is rather simple. Just he on your back and spread your legs."
"And what?" asked Sandra, her voice as cold as ice.
"Then I'll make love to you," said Val with a bright smile. "You do want that, don't you?"
"Get away from me," she replied through gritted teeth. "So you refuse?"
Sandra leapt angrily to her feet. Betsy slid casually off her bed.
"What do you think?" shouted Sandra. "Too much is too much. I absolutely refuse!"
Betsy leapt off the bed and seized her arms. Sandra was somewhat stronger than she. She jerked her arms apart, sending Betsy tumbling to the floor.
"That's my job, I believe," said Val.
He jumped up with a lightning-swift motion and pinned Sandra's arms to her sides.
"Let go of me, goddamn you!" she cried out. She twisted herself around but was unable to break his hold.
He pinned her to the bed. She kicked her bare legs ineffectually as he pressed her shoulder blades against the sheets.
"You're going to be punished for refusing," said Val quietly.
Betsy stepped over to the dresser, and began to rummage around in the top drawer.
Val planted his knees on either side of her waist and pressed the palm of his hand firmly between her breasts.
Betsy stepped up on the bed. In one hand she held two leather straps. In the other she clutched three clothespins.
Sandra looked at the items with a shocked expression.
"What are you going to do to me?" she said, the slightest hint of a whine in her voice.
Betsy answered her with a grin and seized one of her arms. She bent it back.
"Oww! Stop!" cried Sandra. "You're going to break it!"
"Oh, I wouldn't break your pretty arm," cooed Betsy.
She slipped the strap over Sandra's elbow and pulled it up to her wrist. Sandra's arm was caught by the strap, and she was unable to bend her elbow. Betsy did the same with her other arm. Val climbed off her.
"Take these off," wailed Sandra, quickly sitting up.
She waved her arms around uselessly, feeling like an amputee. She pressed her upper arms against her sides, and felt a hot flash of pain. She raised her arms quickly again, and felt another flash of pain. She kept moving her arms jerkily up and down, trying to find a position that would not be painful.
She couldn't.
She finally rested the backs of her hands on her shoulders and glared at Val and Betsy.
"How long do you intend to keep me like this?"
Val didn't answer. He turned to Betsy, who was clutching the clothespins.
"Hand me those, please," he said.
She pressed the wooden clothespins into the palm of his hand. He took the wooden handles of one between his thumb and forefinger, and opened and closed the prongs.
"Get out of here with that," said Sandra, her eyes opened wide with fear.
Val roughly lamped his fingers over her right breast. He squeezed hard on the soft, supple flesh, making her long, red nipple stand out firm.
"No!" shrieked Sandra.
He squeezed open the clothespin and clamped it onto the pink flesh of her aureole.
"Oh, owww!" she wailed.
The wickedly sharp prongs of the clothespin pinched her tender flesh, sending little sensations of torment shooting through her breast.
"The best is yet to come," chuckled Val. He reached into her crotch. She clamped her thighs together tightly.
"Bet, you'll have to do this one," he said. He clamped his hands firmly over her thighs and pulled them roughly apart. Sandra gasped at this latest display of his unusual strength. Betsy climbed up on the bed and took one of the pins that Val had dropped. She squeezed it open, then let it clamp shut over the left lip of Sandra's vagina. Sandra howled, leaning her head back and opening her mouth wide.
Betsy swiftly clipped the other pin to the right lip. She slid back off the bed. Val released his grip.
He leaned back, then twisted himself around until he was sitting cross-legged next to Sandra.
She shot up, and screamed as the clothespin prongs dug into the sensitive flesh of her privates. She swiftly lay back down, then screamed again. She found she had to sit half-way up to keep herself from being wracked with agony.
Val crouched down and peered at Betsy's work. He frowned as he turned his gaze towards her. "Not good enough," he said.
"It hurts," said Sandra weakly.
"See what I mean?" said Val. "Listen to her voice. She doesn't sound like she's being punished at all."
He reached down and pulled the clothespins carefully off. He looked up at her breast.
"Well, here's one you did right," he said. "I think
He gripped the handles of the clothespin. Sandra screamed.
"Ow, don't, don't move it! Take it Off!"
"Just a little adjustment, dear," he grinned.
He pushed the pin a little further into the supple flesh of her breast. Sandra began to moan softly, and lay back down on the sheets. She tried to bend her fingers over so that she could clutch at the leather straps binding her wrists to her upper arms. But her wrists couldn't bend far enough.
"Take these off me," she said, trying to make herself sound forceful. But there was a distinct whining tone to her voice.
"It's part of your punishment," said Betsy.
"You keep saying, 'punishment'," wailed Sandra. "What, what do you mean?"
"You didn't obey,"-said Val, advancing his hand towards her crotch.
She looked down, her face a mask of horror.
"Oh, no! Don't you put those horrible things on me!"
Val smiled and tweaked her right vaginal lip between his thumb and forefinger. She whimpered. He opened the clothespin and slowly inserted the bit of pink flesh between its prongs. He pushed forward, pressing the shiny steel ring around the center of the pin against her flesh. Then he let the pin snap shut.
Sandra's scream bounced off the walls of the room. The prongs dug wickedly into her tender private flesh. She shook herself around violently. Lightning flashes of pain shot up her arms from her elbows.
Val seized her left private lip and squeezed it hard.
"No, no, NO!" Sandra roared.
He shoved the opened mouth of the clothespin over the lip, then let the prongs snap shut and dig into the tender meat.
Sandra's second scream was twice as loud as her first. She shot up to a sitting position, then groaned loudly. She panicked and bent forward.
"Oh, god, Owwwww!!" she howled, an almost animal-like quality to her voice.
She shot back up to a sitting position. The pain continued to shoot from her vagina up her spine, and seemed to be crawling over her body. She lowered herself slightly, and found that the pins hurt less if she remained half-seated and half-lying on her back.
But her back started to ache. She sobbed, then decided the back pain wasn't as bad as the awful burning and pinching sensations filling her womb.
She turned a despairing gaze to Val and Betsy.
"How, how long are you going to make me stay like this?" she whimpered. "I, I don't think I can stand it."
"Oh, you can," said Betsy brightly. "One thing we both learned at Miss Thomas's school was good discipline. If you don't move yourself too much, it won't hurt that badly at all."
"But my back! This is barbaric!" she screamed.
Betsy leapt up on the bed and seized her waist. Her grip made the pain in Sandra's back diminish somewhat. Betsy leaned her head forward and planted a hard kiss on Sandra's lips. Then she darted her head away and climbed off the bed.
"You won an award for posture, I believe," said Betsy. "It shouldn't do you any great harm."
"But I can't stay like this forever," Sandra cried out. "I, I don't want to play your game anymore!"
"You have no. choice. Either obey, or be punished," said Betsy.
Val climbed off the bed and stretched himself out on the bed opposite to the one on which Sandra was being punished.
Betsy climbed up, and stretched herself out next to him.
"I think we all need some more wine," smiled Val. He rang for a servant, then pulled a marijuana cigarette from out of a dresser drawer. He shoved it into his mouth, then lit it and handed it to Betsy. Betsy sucked on it, then stepped off the bed and held the cigarette in front of Sandra's face.
"Have some," she smiled.
"No," said Sandra, her voice quavering.
"Refuse?" said Betsy.
Sandra parted her lips. Betsy carefully shoved the joint between them. Sandra closed her lips, and sucked on the thin cigarette. Her tormented breasts rose as she drew the smoke into her lungs.
"Again," said Betsy.
She gave Sandra several more puffs then went back over to Val's bed.
The marijuana hit Sandra hard. She became aware of every discomfort her punishment was causing her. She felt heavy, and found it difficult to remain in her half-seated, half-lying, position.
She turned her gaze to Val and Betsy, then inhaled sharply. Val had his arm wrapped tightly around Betsy's naked flesh, his mouth clamped firmly over hers.
"Incest!" barked Sandra.
Val lifted his head and smiled at her.
"Right," he said.
There was a soft knock on the door. "In," said Val.
A tall, thin young man walked in. From his appearance, Sandra guessed that he was part of the kitchen staff. She began to wonder just how many servants the Clark family had. A sharp pain in her groin jerked her thoughts back to her torment.
She watched with amazement as the servant set down a tray he was carrying. He placed it down before the bed on which Val was cuddling Betsy. He didn't look at Sandra at all.
Sandra shivered with fear.
"Will that be all?" he intoned.
"Yes, thank you," said Val.
He left the room. Val reached over and picked up a glass of wine. Betsy picked up a glass.
"To obedience," said Val.
"Obedience," said Betsy. They clinked their glasses together.
Betsy picked up a third glass and stepped over to Sandra. She put the edge of the glass to her lips.
"You will drink with us, won't you?" asked Val.
Sandra sipped as Betsy carefully tilted the glass.
She walked back over to Val's bed. He seized her and pressed her naked back to the sheets.
"Watch, now," said Val. "This is what you could have been doing."
Sandra watched with horrified eyes as they performed a series of sex acts. They exhausted themselves. Sandra began to feel faint. Spots danced before her eyes, and she became less and less aware of the burning torment of her breast and groin.
Val stretched himself out, then slowly picked himself up off the bed.
"What say we call it a day?" he asked Betsy.
"All right. She's had enough, for now."
Val climbed up on Sandra's bed. The weight of his body made the mattress shake, causing fiery bolts of pain to shoot up her body.
He gently squeezed the handles of the clothespin attached to her breast. She sighed with relief as its teeth came away from her flesh. He reached down, and undid each of the clothespins attached to the lips of her vagina.
Sandra lay back, gasping and sobbing.
"Oh, it hurts so much!" she cried. "Why, why, did you do this to me?"
Val slipped the leather straps off her arms. She stretched her arms out wide on either side of her pain-wracked form.
Val slipped quietly off to bed.
"I think we'd better take her to the bath," he said.
Sandra felt numb as Betsy led her out of the room. She was only half-aware of the ministrations of the bath attendant. Betsy took her to her room. She climbed immediately under the blankets, and pressed her head to the pillow.
Before Betsy had left the room, she was deeply asleep. Betsy turned as she approached the doorway. She crept back to the bed, and gently kissed Sandra's lips. Then she slipped out of the room.
CHAPTER THREE
Sandra woke up slowly. A beam of sharply bright sunlight streamed throught the windows, falling squarely on her face. She sat up slowly, shaking her head and squinting.
She stretched out her arms, and yawned. She remembered with a start what had happened the night before, and began a nervous examination of her privates.
There wasn't a trace of the torments that had been inflicted on her. She slipped out of the bed and positioned herself before a mirror. She carefully inspected her right breast. There were no marks on it at all.
There was a soft knock on the door to her room. She turned her head sharply around and strode towards the door.
"Who's there?" she barked.
"Persis," answered a soft, female voice. "I'm staff."
"Come in," said Sandra.
The door opened slowly and a young woman walked in, dressed in a maid's uniform. She carried several garments over her arm.
"I'm to dress you for breakfast," she said, keeping her gaze to the floor.
Sandra stared at her with amazement. This action seemed entirely inconsistent with the treatment she'd gotten the night before.
"Very well," she said hesitantly.
The maid walked over to the bed and laid the garments carefully out on the mattress. Sandra eyed them with a critical gaze.
They were perfect for her, and some of the most expensive clothes she'd ever seen.
She turned to the maid.
"Persis is your name, right?"
"Yes, miss."
"That's a pretty name. But an unusual one."
"I'm British, miss," said the maid.
She combed Sandra's hair, then helped Sandra dressed.
Sandra stepped away from her as she zipped up the dress the Clarks had provided. She stepped over to a full length mirror, and smiled at her appearance.
"Now to breakfast miss," said Persis. "Main dining room."
Sandra followed her out. She went downstairs to the main room. Persis pointed to her right.
"That way, miss."
She turned and walked quickly away. Sandra pushed her way through a pair of huge mahogany doors and found herself in the Clark's main dining room.
She gasped with awe at the elegance of the place. A crystal chandelier hung straight down from the ceiling, sending splinters of brilliant light flooding through the room. The hardwood floor shined so brightly she could clearly see her reflection in it.
A huge mahogany table stretched across the length of the center of the room.
Betsy and Val were seated near the end of the table.
"Good morning!" they chorused.
Sandra walked over to them, and pulled out a chair. She plunked herself down on the leather-covered seat, then leaned forward, clasping her hands in front of her at the edge of the table.
"Did you sleep well?" asked Val.
"Yes, thank you," said Sandra shortly.
Betsy beamed at her.
"So! What did you think of our little game?"
Sandra peered at her, puzzled.
"No commands now," chuckled Val. "This is a rest period."
"So what happens after that?" asked Sandra.
"Whatever," smiled Betsy.
Sandra decided not to carry the discussion any further.
"We have a lot to talk about," said Val. "But first we eat. We believe in a hearty breakfast around here."
Sandra managed a smile. "Well, at least you're treating me like a guest," she said. "I'm absolutely ravenous, myself."
A young man dressed as a waiter crept softly into the room, holding a tray laden with dishes. He set the tray down carefully.
"Whipped cream and pancakes!" said Sandra.
"Your favorite; right?" smiled Betsy.
"You know it," said Sandra with a grin.
Breakfast was followed by a cup of coffee for each of them. Val pushed himself away from the table.
"What's say we go out in back and have a talk?"
"Fine with me," said Sandra, her mood considerably mollified by the excellent meal.
They walked out of the dining room and out to the back of the house. They seated themselves around a small metal table set in the huge, beautiful lawn.
Sandra jumped as a lawnmower passed close to her chair. She turned to see a youngish man riding in it. He was sweating, and dressed in a flannel shirt and blue jeans.
"Your gardener?" she smiled at Betsy.
"Assistant," she replied with a wry grin. "Old Ben is the master gardener. He directs Billy there, and Mike and Wells. He hasn't touched a leaf himself in years."
"But you just keep him on, right?"
"Comfortable as an old shoe," smiled Val.
Sandra gazed at them with renewed respect.
"Just how rich are you people, anyway?"
Val chuckled. "I can't give you a dollar for dollar figure, of course. It would take a team of accountants a couple of months to come up with that figure. But I'll tell you how we got this place. Our father was flying over the area, shortly after he'd been engaged to our mother. He saw this plateau, and decided to buy it for a home."
"And he bought it, just like that?"
"Not exactly. A great deal of money was passed around the state legislature-" Sandra gasped loudly.
"That was then," smiled Betsy. "Now he more or less runs the show up there."
Sandra felt a sinking sensation in her stomach. With influence that strong, there was no hope of her finding legal sanction against any further brutality on the part of Betsy and Val.
She decided to bring the whole matter to a head right then.
She leaned forward, and clasped her hands in front of her. She scowled deeply as she spoke.
"Now. What was the meaning of those horrible things you did to me?"
"We love you," said Betsy. "We want to change you."
"How?" asked Sandra sharply.
"By teaching you to be obedient, I mean, submissive. You're much too, well, pardon the use of the word, but, snotty. We want to soften you up a bit."
Sharon closed her eyes until they were two tiny slits in her face. She all but snarled as she replied.
"I'm not going to let you do one more filthy thing to me," she said.
"But loving someone's body isn't filthy," protested Betsy.
"No? And what about those horrible torments?"
"To change you, as I just said. And we show our love for you by causing you pain."
Sandra opened her eyes wide with horror.
"What kind of awful way is that-" she began.
Val raised his hand, and smiled softly.
"Just what is the difference between pleasure and pain, anyway? Have you ever heard the cries one makes in the throes of intercourse? They do sound like cries of pain, don't they?"
"That's just the way they sound," mumbled Sandra. She found it hard to disagree with what Val was saying.
"Think about your own experiences," said Betsy.
"Well, that's certainly none of your affair," barked Sandra.
"Listen, please," said Betsy.
Sandra glared at her. Val curled his arm around Betsy's shoulders and leaned back ki his chair.
"Think of the little movements," said Betsy. "Pinching nipples, scratching with your fingernails. These things cause pain. But, during intercourse, they serve to heighten the pleasure. I am correct about that."
"Yes," said Sandra, dropping her gaze to the white, metal surface of the lawn table.
"So. You will be our slave for the entire time you are here. Perhaps you may choose not to leave, but just to stay on with us."
"That would hardly be possible," said Sandra. She turned to Betsy.
"You know as well as we do that we both have to be back at Miss Thomas's next week. This is only an interim vacation, after all."
"Well, that remains to be seen," said Betsy mysteriously.
"What is this slave business?" asked Sandra. "I certainly don't look the part of a slave now. And slaves don't eat in the main dining room." She forced herself to sound as sarcastic as possible.
"Well, we do believe in taking breaks," chuckled Val. "You won't constantly be under our command. Like now."
"So when will I be," asked Sandra.
"We'll tell you, don't worry about that," said Betsy.
"Anyone for a ride?" asked Val.
"I'm not dressed," began Sandra, staring down at the dress Betsy had given her.
"Your habit has been laid out for you, in your room. Why don't you change, and meet us by the stables?"
Sandra smiled as she pushed herself away from the table.
"Fine!" she said. She started walking back towards the house.
Val leaned back as he watched Sandra disappear into the house. He grinned as he turned to Betsy.
"Well, you said she would be difficult," he chuckled.
"But what do you think?" asked Betsy nervously.
Val paused before answering. "Perfect," he said.
Betsy leaned back in her chair with a smile. "So you think I've made the right choice, huh?"
"One-hundred per cent better than I had expected," said Val. "I was waiting for a flabby teenager with a pot belly. But she's, she's a model, for God's sake!"
"I think she's absolutely exquisite," said Betsy. "I just want to wrap my arms around her forever!"
"Ditto," intoned Val. "Well, let's get on with it. We have our work to do!"
They pushed themselves away from the table and walked back to the house to dress.
Sandra was admiring the horse that had been provided for her when they approached the stables.
"He's absolutely marvelous," she said, her voice a hushed whisper of awe. "He, he's the most beautiful horse I've ever seen!"
"Excuse me, please, miss."
Sandra stepped aside and the stable boy saddled the horse. Two other stable boys emerged, leading horses for Val and Betsy.
Sandra enjoyed the feel of the air whipping against her face as she galloped across the empty ground. She was beginning to feel better about her stay here. She decided that the events of the previous night were a sort of initiation, and that no further horrors would be dumped on her.
They returned after a two-hour ride. She slid off her horse, exhilarated.
"Swim time," said Val. Sandra went up to her room. A bikini swim suit was laid out for her, identical except for its color to the one provided the day before.
She quickly wriggled out of her riding habit. A maid entered, and gathered up the garments. She stood to one side as Sandra pulled off the bra and panties that had been given her.
"Allow me, please, miss," said the maid, as Sandra clamped the top to her breasts.
The maid stepped up behind her and tied the top tightly to her back. Sandra slid into the bottoms. The maid gathered up her discarded clothing and left without saying a word.
Sandra walked down to the pool area. She felt uncomfortable at first about walking through the living room dressed in the bikini. But then she remembered with a shudder that she had walked through the same room naked just the night before.
She shrugged, and walked out to the pool area. Val and Betsy waved to her as she approached.
"So. I see you're dressed today," she said.
"This is today," replied Betsy with a grin.
Sandra dove into the pool and quickly swam its length. Her long, lean arms cut beautiful strokes through the water as she swam.
"Now?" whispered Betsy to Val.
"Yes," he whispered in reply.
Sandra stepped up onto the tiled walk around. She walked back over to where Val and Betsy were lounging on pool side chairs.
"That was refreshing," she smiled. She stepped up to an empty chair. "Don't sit," said Val.
She turned her head sharply around and glared at him.
"And why not?" she said icily.
"Because you haven't been told to," said Betsy. "You are now under command again."
"Well, I can certainly sit down if I want to!"
Sandra angrily plunked her buttocks down on the seat of the chair.
Val climbed off his chair and walked over to her. He looked down at her with a kind smile. t "Up," he said. "You're disobeying again."
Sandra pulled herself to her feet, telling herself it was not because Val had told her to.
"Very well," she said, forcing a bored note into her voice to hide the fear creeping over her.
From the corner of her eye she could see one of the gardeners trimming some hedges about twenty yards away from the pool. The man was working himself nearer and nearer to where she was standing.
"Undress," said Val.
She looked at him with disbelieving eyes.. "I most certainly will not," she said coolly. "There happens to be a servant right near by."
"That is a command," smiled Val. "No," said Sandra.
Val dashed forward and pinned her arms to her sides. Betsy stepped up behind her and untied the top of her bikini. The top tumbled off the smooth, white plane of Sandra's torso.
Betsy crouched down and hooked her fingers under the waistband of her pajama bottoms. She jerked them down Sandra's thighs and left them in a crumpled heap around Sandra's ankles.
Val released her arms. Sandra swooped down to pick up the bottoms. Val pushed her, and she almost fell over backwards. She took a quick step, and stepped out of her bottoms.
"There! Now you're undressed," said Val. "You won't be wearing any clothes for a while, so you might as well get used to being naked."
Val stepped back and wriggled out of his briefs. His member became instantly erect.
"Now watch Betsy," he said.
Betsy minced up to him and dropped down to her knees. She grasped his bare hips tightly, then bent forward and kissed his member.
Sandra watched with disgust as she performed fellatio on him. Betsy leaned back and stood up. From the swallowing motions of her throat, Sandra saw that she was swallowing down his issue.
Sandra grimaced with disgust.
"Now for your punishment," said Val.
"Punishment for what!" said Sandra angrily. She planted her hands on her naked hips and glared at him.
Val stepped over to her and shoved his hand between the tops of her thighs. She angrily slapped his wrist away.
"I must say, you have a hell of a nerve," she snarled.
Val laughed and grasped her firmly around her waist. Sandra started to kick at him. He lifted her, and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. Sandra was again amazed at his strength.
"Where do you think you're taking me?" she barked angrily.
Val carried her swiftly across the lawn. He plunked her down in the soft grass.
"Stay right there and don't move," he said.
Sandra clasped her arms tightly over her naked breasts. She felt suddenly quite uneasy about being naked in the middle of the grounds. She sat up and bent forward so that she could cover her pubic hair with her stomach.
Val darted away. Betsy stretched herself out next to her.
"Please tell what the meaning of this is," said Sandra. Her voice was filled with anger.
"Well, you did disobey," said Betsy. "Val is going to punish you."
Val returned a few minutes later, fully dressed. Sandra gasped angrily as she stared at the shirt and tie he was wearing over a pair of slacks.
"And you intend to keep me naked like this I suppose," she said.
"Right. Slaves don't have the right to wear clothes. Your body must be accessible at all times."
Val dropped a small canvas bag he was carrying. Sandra eyed the bag suspiciously.
"What's that?" she scowled.
"Part of your punishment," chuckled Val.
"There simply isn't--going to be any punishment," spat out Sandra. She wrapped her arms tightly around her legs.
Val reached down and grabbed her shoulders. She yelped as he pulled her roughly to her feet
"Come along," he said, grasping her wrist.
Sandra stumbled as she followed behind him. Betsy walked behind her. She gasped with horror as she saw where Val was taking her.
"You, you're not going to put me in that thing!" she shrieked.
She stared fearfully at a large dog house. If was built like the stereotypical dog house, with a slanting roof and rough wooden walls. The! words, 'Dog House' were written just above it's door.
The roof was covered with sharp spikes.
"Hand me the bag, won't you?" asked Val.
Betsy stepped up to him with the canvas bag. She set it down, and unzipped its top.
She reached into the bag as Sandra watched.
"Oh, no!" cried Sandra. "Not, not that!"
Betsy kept smiling as she pulled out a wooden board. Two thick- iron rings were implanted in the rough surface of the board. Val seized one of Sandra's wrists and shoved it through one of the iron rings. She tried to jerk her arm away from him, but he quickly grasped her free arm and shoved it through the other ring.
"Stop this," cried Sandra.
The rough surface of the board pressed cruelly against the soft skin of her naked back. Her elbows ached from the tight press of the iron rings. She tried to move her arms, but found herself hurting all the more.
Her hands were now bound behind her back. Betsy pulled something else out of the bag.
"What are those?" wailed Sandra.
Betsy was holding something that looked like a pair of handcuffs. But instead of the usual stainless-steel bracelets, the cuffs of Val's instrument were made of evil-looking wrought iron. And the cuffs were joined by an iron bar.
Val clasped the iron cuffs over Sandra's wrists. The rough iron grazed against her skin.
Val pressed his hand gently between her shoulder blades. He pushed her towards the doghouse.
"Stand right there," he said.
Sandra turned a hysterically angry gaze to him.
"I demand to be released right now!" she barked.
"Slaves--don't demand," said Betsy quietly. Sandra turned to her sharply, preparing a blistering retort. But Val dropped down to a low crouch, interrupting her.
He pulled a length of coarse rope out of the doghouse. He looped one end quickly between her thighs, and pulled until the coarse fiber was grazing against the lips of her vagina.
"Stop that! Take this thing away!" barked Sandra, wriggling from side to side to nullify the burning, itching pain the rope was causing her.
Val tugged, and the rope pushed its way Ho her orifice. He looped the end over the bar binding her wrists.
"Get in there," he said sharply.
"I'm not going-"
She was interrupted by a tug on the rope that made her whole body explode with torment.
"All right, all right," she said, a note of whining desperation in her voice.
She knelt down, then leaned her head back and screamed.
"Oh, god, no!" she cried. "You, you're ruining-"
"We aren't about to ruin a thing," said Betsy. "We love you. And besides, what would we have to play with?"
"I won't let you touch me," said Sandra through clenched tseth.
Betsy stepped up to her and tweaked her nipples gently between her thumbs and forefingers. Sandra shivered. Betsy withdrew her fingers slowly, and stepped back with a smile.
"You wouldn't do that if I had my hands free," snarled Sandra.
Val glanced at Betsy. "Take off your clothes," he said to her.
Betsy immediately wriggled out of her swimsuit.
Val pointed to the small door of the dog house.
"In," he said.
Sandra glared at him, then crouched down. The rope bit painfully into the flesh of her private area, and she whimpered.
"Don't, don't make me go in there," she said.
Val just looked at her. She turned a frightened glance to him.
"Oh all fours, now," said Val.
She dropped to all fours, gasping at the fiery-hot pain the motion produced in her.
She slowly crawled into the house. Val maintained his tight grip on the rope.
Val watched as she dragged herself into the small, cramped space. She whimpered again as she vainly tried to find a comfortable position to keep herself in. Val gave the rope another tug.
"Why, why, why?" screamed Sandra.
"You're being punished," said Betsy.
Sandra experimented, twisting her body around and screaming at the pain shooting through her arms and groin. She settled herself into a crouching position. Her knees were bent, and beginning to ache. But she couldn't straighten up, because of the extremely low ceiling of the dog house. And she couldn't stretch out her legs and sit, because the rope would sink into the tender flesh of her womb. Her back was facing the door. Val pulled on the rope, then tied it tightly around the bar binding her wrists. He made a good, tight, expert knot, then stepped away.
"Think about the consequences of disobeying while you're there," he said. "Betsy's going to be punished now, too."
Sandra counted slowly to thirty. When she was sure they had left the area, She started to twist herself around, trying to free herself. But each movement made her body flower with pain.
She was stuck.
She was much too tall for the dog house.
Her shoulders pressed against the rough wooden walls. The top of her head nestled just under the slanted roof. Her shoulder blades pressed painfully against the front wall. Her knees were being grazed raw by the rough wood of the house's rear wall. And her arms ached.
The ache started slowly, at her elbows where the metal edge of the upper bracelets dug into her skin. It spread up her arms, then down her torso until she felt that she was just one big pain.
She decided to yell, hoping to attract a sympathetic servant. She leaned head back, wincing at the way the roofs boards grabbed at strands of her long, blond hair.
"Hey, help!" she cried out. "Help, help, help!"
She saw a shadow cross the beams of sunlight streaming into the house and sighed with relief.
"Was that you calling, miss?" asked a young man politely.
Sandra was unable to turn her head far enough around to see him.
"Yes," she said, as calmly as she could. "Please take me out of this."
"Sorry, miss," replied the voice. "But, but you just can't let someone stay like this," she cried out.
"I'd lose my job, miss. Sorry." He stepped quickly away and went about his work. Sandra cursed him under her breath. Her feet began to grow numb. She panicked and kicked her legs out. She fell to a sitting position. The coarse rope cut into the flesh between the cheeks of her bare buttocks,' and crawled in between the lips of her vagina.
"Owwww!" she screamed, thrashing around to fight off the horrible, stinging agony.
Her movements made the iron bracelets cut into her wrists and elbows. She started to moan softly, and settled her bare buttocks on the dirt floor of the house.
Which was the wrong move.
She jerked herself up as her groin caught fire. The rope slipped down, easing the torment somewhat. Twisting and fighting against the terrible pain in her arms, she returned herself to her original position.
But the rope was caught around the right lip of her vagina. She spread her legs apart, grinding her knees against the rough walls of the dog house. She gasped with relief as the rope slipped down.
She felt a momentary relief as the pain in her crotch lessened. Then her other agonies crept up on her.
She began to wonder when she would be released. She started to whimper softly, but gave up as despair crept over her.
She didn't see Val's shadow as he stepped up to the house.
"Hello," he said cheerfully.
She jerked her head up, then grunted at the pain the motion produced. Val crouched down and seized the end of the rope.
"No, don't pull it, please!" she cried out.
Val reached into the house and untied the knot around the bar binding her arms.
She cried out with relief as the rope dropped down out of her crotch. Val gently grasped her waist, and helped her ease herself out of the dog house.
She turned around, and he unclasped the iron bracelets around her wrists. She stretched her arms up in back of her, and he slid off the board.
CHAPTER FOUR
"That should be enough," said Val. "How do you feel?"
She looked at him with glazed eyes and said nothing.
"Still want to disobey?"
She shook her head no, afraid to speak lest her mouth fall off. It seemed to her that every part of her body was still screaming from the punishment.
"Come, along," said Val. "I want you to se Betsy's punishment."
She looked down at her naked form.
"Nope, no clothes," said Val.
She nodded numbly and followed behind him as he walked across the lawn. The pain ' her muscles eased gradually as she walked. She watched the clothed form of Val as he walked ahead of her. Her mind began to clear. She trembled, wondering what was going to happen next.
A gardener passed by, carrying a pair o pruning shears. She felt a slight, dull embarrassment at her unclothed state. She surprised herself by deciding that it didn't matter. And the man made no sign of noticing her exposed flesh.
Val turned sharply around. Sandra stepped up to him and stared into his face. Her mind was still a bit cloudy from her ordeal.
"Are you going to obey me, now?" asked Val softly.
She paused for a moment. There was a slight itch in her groin that served as a vivid memory of her ordeal.
"Yes," she said, and dropped her gaze to the lawn.
"Good!" chirped Val. "I'm glad you're coming along so nicely."
He continued to walk on ahead. Sandra thought that he was heading towards the house. But he made a sharp left turn away from the building. He turned his head around and called to her.
"Come on now. We're going to the woods to look at Betsy."
He plunged down a small dirt trail leading through a patch of thick forest at the edge of the lawn.
He pushed aside some branches. Sandra walked carefully, afraid that the branches would tear at her naked skin. She gasped as she came to. a small clearing.
"What, what did you do to her?" she asked numbly.
"Hi, there, Sandra," called Betsy.
She was securely bound to the trunk of a big old tree. Several coils of coarse rope were wrapped around the smooth whiteness of her upper body. Her arms were stretched out, and raised high over her head. Her wrists were tied to two thick branches.
"See?" said Val. "She's being punished, too. For touching you without my telling her to do so." ;
"That looks horrible," said Sandra weakly. "Oh, it isn't all that bad," said Betsy. "Want to try it?"
Sandra shrank back, her face filled with fear. "That's not a command," chuckled Val.
"Don't worry."
He stepped up to Betsy and quickly unbuckled his belt. He pulled down his slacks, then pressed his body tightly against hers. Sandra gasped as he inserted his erect member into Betsy's naked flesh.
She stared intensely at Betsy's face. As Val made his movements, her eyes became glassy with pleasure. She began to moan softly, then shrieked with ecstasy.
Val stepped away from her, adjusting his clothing.
"Good, Betsy," he smiled. "Now you can have your reward."
He walked over to the tree and untied her. Betsy minced away from the trunk. She reached behind her and wiped off bits of bark that were stuck to her creamy-smooth skin.
She kissed Val gently on his cheek. "Thank you, thank you," she murmured.
She walked over to Sandra, her eyes shining.
"Go ahead," said Val.
"Come with me," said Betsy. Sandra followed her back to the lawn. Betsy stretched herself out on the grass. She patted a spot next to her.
"Come lie here with me," she said to Sandra.
Sandra stretched herself out next to Betsy, puzzled.
"What is this?" she asked.
"You're my reward," said Betsy. She turned on her side and pressed her nipples tightly against Sandra's bare flesh.
Sandra's mind cleared. She rolled away, and jumped to her feet.
"No! You're not going to make me do a filthy thing like that! No!"
"I order you to make love to her," said Val. "She's going to anyway, and-"
"And nothing!" interrupted Sandra with a shout. "I refuse, and that's that. There's no way in, in HELL that I'm going to let that happen!"
Betsy sighed, and a sad look crossed her face. She turned to Val.
"I guess she's not quite ready yet," she said.
Val stepped up to Sandra. He clamped his hands gently onto her shoulders.
"Make love to me," he said.
Sandra turned her gaze away from his face.
"You've already earned one punishment," said Betsy.
Val was again undoing his slacks. Sandra looked worriedly around her.
"Right here? Right in front of, of everybody?"
"They're paid to work, not watch," said Betsy.
Sandra stood numbly in front of Val as he pulled off his clothes. He stepped up to her naked, and curled his arm around her waist.
He lowered her gently to the ground. Sandra assumed the missionary position.
"This is rape, you know," she said quietly.
"Is it?" asked Val, as he laid down beside her.
"Is it?" Betsy repeated softly.
"I don't know," said Sandra, and turned her head to one side.
She tried to ignore Val completely. But he wrapped himself around her and pressed his lips firmly against his mouth. She grudgingly let him take her tongue into his mouth. He bit down on the soft flesh. Sandra darted back her tongue. She couldn't understand. The soft, stinging pain of the bite aroused her. Her flesh assumed its aroused posture, as if in rebellion against her. She spread her arms out wide on either side of her naked form.
Val inserted himself into her groin. She felt herself steadily rising to orgasm, and desperately tried to fight the feeling off. But she lost. A burst of pleasure tore through her equal or greater than any of the pain she had experienced. She uttered a sharp cry of release.
"There," said Val, as he picked himself up off her.
"That wasn't so bad, now, was it?" he said. "No," said Sandra, her voice trembling.
Betsy dashed up and gently kissed Sandra's lips. She darted away again.
"I think you're coming around just fine," she said.
"Coming around to what?" intoned Sandra tiredly.
"To being a submissive darling," purred Betsy. "Just like me. I'd do anything Val wants me to. Anything."
"I'm sorry, but I can't quite believe that," said Sandra.
Val waved to a young man who was working on top of a ladder. The ladder was stuck up against the trunk of a thick-leafed tree.
He smiled, and then climbed off the ladder. Val gestured again, and he walked over to where they were standing.
Sandra sniffed and stepped back. The man had been working in the bright afternoon sun and he was covered with sweat. A faint scent of perspiration exuded from him.
Val turned to Betsy.
"Pull down his pants," he said to her.
Betsy minced over to the gardener and undid the tops of his jeans. She pulled them down, and left them in a blue crumpled heap around the young man's ankles. She looked back at Val.
"His underwear, too," said Val.
She jerked down the man's briefs.
"Make him erect."
She toyed with his member and it became erect.
"Now. Your mouth."
Sandra uttered a low cry of horror as Betsy dropped to her knees and took the man's member in her mouth. She watched with amazement as Betsy performed a competent fellatio on him.
She stood up, wiping off her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Thank you for the command," she said to Val.
Sandra noticed that the gardener was still standing with his pants around his ankles.
"Dress," said Val, without turning around.
The man adjusted his clothing quickly and went back to his work.
"That's what is meant by submissive," said Val.
Sandra shivered.
"Time for your next punishment," chirped Betsy.
"For what?" Sandra's cry was a protesting whine. She tried hard to make herself sound angry, but she only succeeded in heightening the frightened tone of her voice.
Val and Betsy turned to walk towards the house. Val turned back to Sandra.
"Come on, now. Unless you want to be there all night."
She stepped forward slowly, then followed behind them. She looked around her at the grounds, and decided she had no choice but to go where Val was taking her.
Val went into the house, then down a flight of stairs. Betsy curled her arm under his, and walked by his side.
They proceeded to the basement. Sandra shivered.
"You're not going to put that awful rope around me, are you?" she asked.
"No, I have something a lot more interesting in mind," said Val.
He led her down a stone-walled corridor. The floor was also of stone, and felt cold and rough against the soles of Sandra's bare feet.
He stopped in front of a metal door, shut with a grim-looking bar stretched across its green metal width. He undid a small lock on one end of the bar, threw the bar aside, and pulled the door open.
Betsy dashed in. Val followed her. Sandra stood in the doorway, peering nervously into the room.
"Come on in," chirped Betsy.
Sandra stepped slowly into the room. The floor was of the same cold, rough stone as the floor of the corridor. She shivered at the chill air of the room.
"Why does it have to be so cold in here?" she said.
Her question was left unanswered. She didn't like what she saw on the wall opposite the door.
A wooden bar was stretched along the wall. Parallel to the bar, and affixed to the room's low ceiling, was an iron hook. Two lengths of coarse rope hung from iron rings implanted in the ceiling.
Val waved her over to the wall. She started to protest, but found herself walking slowly across the room. She reached the wall, then turned around.
"So now what are you going to do to me?" she said tiredly.
Val turned and walked over to a wooden chest that rested against one stone wall. He flipped open its lid, and pulled out a small cup. The cup was half-moon shaped, with a long spout extending from its bottom. The ends of a forked leather thong were affixed to the cup's rim.
Val looped the thong through the empty ceiling ring.
"Sit down, and spread your legs," he said to Sandra.
Sandra slowly lowered her buttocks to the rough stone floor. She spread her legs out as wide as she could on either side of her.
"My feet are cold," she whined.
Betsy smiled and reached into the trunk. She stepped over to her with a pair of long stockings and a pair of sneakers.
"Here," she smiled, "put these on."
Sandra's fingers were a blur of motion as she donned the socks and sneakers She sat down, and spread her legs apart as far as she could. She looked up fearfully at Val.
Val stepped over and crouched down in front of her. He grasped the free, forked ends of the thong. Sandra saw that a small, metal ring was affixed to the end of each thong.
Val cupped his hands under Sandra's bare breasts. He sank his fingers into the soft, white flesh, making her long nipples firm. He slipped one of the small metal rings over her left nipple.
Sandra gasped as she felt the cold metal touch her skin. She expected a flash of pain, but felt nothing.
"So what's the purpose of this?" she snapped.
Val answered her "with a smile. He looped the other metal ring around her right nipple, then stepped back.
Sandra looked down disdainfully at her breasts.
"This is nothing," she sneered at him. "No?" smiled Val.
He grasped the edge of the cup and pulled on it hard. Sandra shrieked as the the leather strap jerked her breasts upwards.
"Let go! Stop!" she cried out.
Val released his grip.
"Arms up," he said.
She lifted her arms. He seized the ropes hanging down from the ceiling and knotted the end of one around her right wrist. She pulled, but was unable to move her arm more than a fraction. He bound her other wrist the same way, then stepped back.
"There! We're almost ready," he said.
"Ready for what?" Sandra twisted her face into a grimace of disgust.
"This," said Val.
He stepped over to the trunk and returned with a ladle. The bowl of the ladle was quite large. The edges of its handle were curved inwards, forming sort of a metal trough. He slipped the handle of the ladle through a small stand. The stand was pyramid-shaped, hollow on the inside.
"I don't think that's close enough," said Betsy, squinting down between Sandra's outspread thighs.
"No, no it isn't," mused Val.
He crouched down and pushed the ladle towards her crotch. He bent the handle downwards, then shoved its end against the tender flesh atop Sandra's vagina. Sandra shivered at the touch of the metal against her private flesh.
Val stood up and stepped back.
"Fine," he chortled. He turned to Betsy.
"Bring me some water, won't you?"
Betsy darted out of the room.
"Why are you doing these things to me?" shouted Sandra. She wriggled, and the handle of the ladle fell out of the top of her groin.
Val quickly replaced it.
"We're trying to teach you to be submissive. Like today. You had intercourse with me, but refused Betsy. Why? We both love you!"
"You love me!" Sandra's cry echoed off the stone walls. "This, this is love?"
"Yes," said Val. He crouched down and kissed her hard on her lips.
"See," he said softly, "we do love you."
Betsy walked in, followed by a servant lugging a bell jar filled with water. He placed it down in front of Val.
"Help me with this, won't you?" Val asked.
The man nodded silently and grasped one side of the enormous jar. Val grasped the other side, and they lifted it up off the floor.
Val advanced the mouth of the jar to the edge of the metal cup. He slowly started to fill the cup with water. The serving man held the jar's bottom firmly.
Sandra started to groan as the cup filled. The more water Val poured into it, the heavier it became. And the heavier it became, the more it pulled on the leather.
Val filled the cup then pushed the jar away. He set it down heavily.
"That's all, Roger," he said.
"Very good, sir," the man replied. He picked up the jar and walked quickly out of the room.
Sandra started to groan loudly. The cup sank down, lifting her breasts by the metal rings around her nipples. She felt as if her breasts were being torn off her body.
"This, this is going to-" she began, whining.
"This is going to make you a submissive darling," cooed Betsy. "Oh, it will be so wonderful when you're just like me!"
She wrapped her arms around Val and gave him a big hug.
"Let's leave her alone for a while," said Val.
Betsy dashed over to Sandra and kissed her neck. She turned, and followed Val out of the room.
Sandra felt herself becoming sick as the door slid shut behind them.
Her breasts ached terribly. The stone floor scratched against the cheeks of her buttocks. She thought she had never been more uncomfortable. Except for the dog house, perhaps. She forced herself not to compare the difference between the two torments.
Then a new torture was added.
The water in the cup dripped steadily out of the spout on its bottom. It splashed into the ladle. Each drop made the bowl of the ladle a bit heavier. The handle, already shoved into the meat of her groin, dug deeper with each added drop of water.
A slow, burning pain began to spread through her crotch and spread evilly up her stomach.
She started to cry out.
"Please, please take me out of this! Please, please, help!"
Her cries bounced back at her. She realized that the room might be soundproofed.
Drops of water continued to drip steadily into the bowl of the ladle. The pressure on her breasts gradually decreased.
Her vagina began to burn slowly from the pain of the handle. She felt a wetness forming on her tormented lips, and looked down. She gasped with horror.
The ladle's bowl was more than half-filled, and a thin stream of water was running down the trough of the handle.
It splashed against the meat of her groin steadily, adding an icy chill to the burning pain.
She began to wonder if it wouldn't be better for her to obey Val, as he said she should. She began to think of her own life. She knew she had been unreasonable, but that was always someone else's fault. If things were done right, she told herself, she would never have to get upset.
She thought of Betsy. The idea of sexual contact with her repelled her. And as she thought, the repulsion she felt began to seem rather strange. After all, she'd let Val take her right on the house's back lawn.
A sharp stab of pain interrupted her train of thought Her fingers twitched, and she grasped as much as she could of the bar over her head. She looked down to see the ladle's bowl slowly sinking downwards, pushing its handle wickedly against the flesh of her private area. Water was welling up around the lips of her vagina.
The pain in her breasts lessened as the bowl was emptied of its contents. But as the breast pain lessened, the pain in her groin increased. And each movement she made increased both torments.
She leaned her head against her upper arm and began to sob softly. She jerked up her head as the door to the room slowly opened.
"Please, please stop this," she said, as Val and Betsy walked in.
They crouched down on either side of her and smiled softly.
"Do you love us?" asked Betsy.
"Yes. No. I don't know. Take these off!' Sandra's wail filled the room.
Val crouched down and pulled the handle of the ladle away from her groin. He reached up and pulled the metal rings off her nipples, then untied her hands.
Sandra sank gasping to the floor.
"Why, why?" she asked, looking up at them.
Betsy reached her hand down to Sandra. Sandra lifted her arm weakly and Betsy lifted her to her feet.
Sandra staggered forward. Betsy clamped her hands firmly around her waist and helped her regain her balance.
"Time for dinner," said Val.
"I'll help you to your room," said Betsy. "Then you can dress. I guess you'll want to rest a bit, though."
Sandra was trembling slightly. She took Betsy's arm as they walked down the corridor.
"I still don't understand," she said, her voice quavering. "Why?"
"We'll talk about that more over dinner," said Betsy.
Betsy took her up to her room and disappeared quickly down the hall. Sandra found an evening gown on the bed. It seemed to her to be a garment her own family would consider too expensive to wear to an ordinary dinner.
The feel of the expensive fabric against her body made her mood lift considerably. She almost hummed as she stepped out of her room, dismissing the maid who had helped her dress with a smile.
Val and Betsy waved to her enthusiastically as she stepped into the dining room.
"Oh, you look wonderful!" chirped Betsy. "That gown is so beautiful on you, I think I'll just let you have it!"
Sandra lowered her gaze. "Thank you," she murmured, shocked by the generous offer, "but I couldn't, really."
"You must," said Val firmly.
Sandra smiled as she sat down at the table.
"All right then," she said.
The dinner was fabulous. Sandra sipped at her after-dinner wine, basking in the warm glow the excellent cooking had given her.
"Well," said Val, as he pushed himself away from the table, "we have some things to talk about. Come with us into the living room, please."
Sandra pushed herself away from the table and followed behind them as they left the room.
She was puzzled at her own reactions. She should have been horrified, and cringing with fear at the sight of her tormentors. But when she wasn't being tortured, she found herself acting like any ordinary guest.
She sat down in an easy chair facing a couch in which Betsy and Val were sitting.
"Now." she said, planting her hands on her knees and leaning forward, "tell me why you're putting me through all this."
"We want your will to become ours," said Val. "To do as we say, when we say it. In short, we want you to act as a slave."
Sandra twisted her face into a grimace of disgust.
"Slave!" she spat out. "Of all the low, dirty-"
"Those are just words, aren't they?" asked Betsy quietly.
"Yes. But they mean horrible, terrible-"
"Like what?" interrupted Val.
"Well, well, like this afternoon. Imagine! Intercourse right out in the open. It's absolutely filthy!"
"What was so filthy about it?" asked Betsy.
"It, I mean, it, it just was!" Sandra's eyes flashed with anger as she spoke.
"We both thought it was beautiful," said Val, "and we were the ones who were doing it."
"Sex in nature is wonderful," added Betsy.
"But you made me participate in it, too!" cried Sandra.
"You accepted, correct?"
"Yes, but that was because I was afraid you would ..."
Sandra let her words trail off. She didn't want to say that she did what she did out of fear of punishment. She felt that if they knew that, they would inflict further tortures on her.
Val draped his arm over Betsy's shoulders and pressed her against him. Sandra eyed them cautiously. She decided to try to avoid further brutality, by going along with their games.
"Well, it wasn't so bad, after all," she said.
"You said it was rape. Do you still feel that way?" Val looked straight into Sandra's eyes as he spoke.
The question shook her. She looked at him startled.
"No, I don't, well, I, I just don't know."
"It's kind of like being in love, isn't it?" asked Betsy. "If you're not sure, you're not. Or, you haven't been, in this case."
"But, but I-" began Sandra.
"Can you honestly say that you're not attracted to me?"
Sandra looked at him for a long moment before answering.
"No, I can't say that," she said softly, dropping her gaze to her feet.
"So why the big upset?" Val's eyes twinkled with merriment.
"I don't know," she replied sharply.
"Now, why don't you want to make love to me?" asked Betsy.
Sandra looked at her with a stern expression.
"That's homosexuality," she said icily.
"Lesbianism is a more accurate term, I believe," said Val wryly.
"What ever you want to call it, then! It's disgusting!"
"Do you think my body is disgusting?" Betsy stood up and opened the front of her gown. She pulled the garment apart and bared her breasts. She stepped over to Sandra's chair, and held her naked torso close to Sandra's face.
"Do you really think I'm ugly," she said, her voice soft and hushed.
Sandra stared hard at Betsy's hair-ringed nipples. She had to admit to herself that there was a certain something about them.
"Would you like to kiss them?" asked Betsy softly.
Sandra looked uncertain. She leaned her head forward, towards Betsy's breast, then jerked her head back again.
"No, I don't think so," she said.
"Well, okay," smiled Betsy. She stepped away from her and sat back down on the couch.
"What is so terrible about making love to another woman?" asked Val.
"I don't know," said Sandra. The sight of Betsy's breasts so close to her sent feelings running through her that she didn't want to admit to.
"You did find her a little attractive, no?"
There was something in Val's eyes that seemed to be drawing the information out of her.
"A little," mumbled Sandra.
"And you like me, don't you?" asked Betsy.
"Of course I do!" snapped Sandra, a sudden wave of anger coming over her. "I let you take me here, didn't I?"
Betsy smiled and leaned back against the backrest of the couch.
"Are you willing to be submissive?" asked Val.
"All right," said Sandra. "What is it you want me to do?"
"Nothing now," said Betsy. "When you're undressed is when you will be receiving commands. Tomorrow morning we'll continue your lessons."
"What lessons?" . "In being submissive, in being a slave:'
"Oh, there's that word again!" wailed
Sandra.
"What word?" asked Betsy.
"Slave!" Sandra shouted out.
"What is so awful about that?"
"It, it's degrading, it's low, it's, it's awful!"
"Is it so awful to have all of your actions decided for you?" asked Betsy. "My will is Val's. He asked that you be brought here, and-"
Sandra leapt to her feet.
"What! Do you mean that this is some sort of plot?"
"No," smiled Val. "I wanted Betsy to bring the bitchiest girl she could find, so that we could both train her to enjoy being submissive. To have all your actions decided by me."
"I think I understand," lied Sandra.
"Good!" said Betsy. "What say we go out to the pool for a smoke and some more wine?"
They went to bed that night. Sandra told them that she would be submissive, as they wanted her to that next morning.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sandra awoke the next morning to the maid's soft knock. She pulled herself out of bed, and let the maid take off the nightgown Betsy had provided her.
"Haven't you anything for me to wear?" she asked.
"No, miss," replied the maid. "Miss Betsy instructed me not to provide any clothing for you today. You're to come right down to the pool for breakfast."
Sandra walked naked out of the room. She felt embarrassed, but threw her head back and strutted down the carpeted corridor.
She smiled grimly as she walked out to the veranda.
Val and Betsy were seated at a table fully dressed. Sandra stepped up to them.
"Good morning!" said Val, extending his hand.
Sandra clasped his fingers gravely. Val looked up and down at her naked form. "So you're willing to play our game with us, right?"
"Well," she replied sharply, "why else would I agree to come out here in the buff?"
Betsy sighed and leaned forward.
"I'm afraid you still don't get the idea," she said. "It's not a matter of your agreeing with anything. You don't agree. You simply obey."
"Very well," said Sandra, forcing a bored tone into her voice. "I get it."
She put her hand on the back of a chair and pulled it away from the table.
"No," said Val.
She looked at him puzzled.
"We haven't told you to sit down yet."
Sandra pulled her hand away from the chair. She looked at him sarcastically.
"Yes, master," she said.
"No good," said Val, shaking his head. "You're going to earn a couple of strokes for that."
"For what?" said Sandra, shrinking back. "Being snotty," said Val. "But first we eat breakfast."
Val signaled to a young man wearing a waiter's outfit. He nodded, and disappeared back into the house.
"Sit down," said Val.
Sandra pulled the chair out from under the table and plunked her bare buttocks down on its cold metal seat.
"This feels cold," she said, squirming around in the seat.
"Don't complain," said Val. "I have decided that you are quite comfortable there."
Breakfast was as excellent a meal as the dinner. Sandra leaned back, patting her lips with a cloth napkin.
"Stand up," said Val.
Sandra pushed herself away from the table and stood up.
"Swim," said Val. "Across the pool, and back."
Sandra dove into the pool and rapidly swam from side to side. She climbed out of the pool and stood before Val, dripping wet.
"Good!" said Val. "You're really getting the idea, now."
Betsy stood up.
"Let's go to the basement now," she said.
Sandra followed behind them, trembling .the, thought of what might happen to her. B experience had taught her she had no choi but to follow them.
Val led her into a small room with panel walls. He set a chair in the center of the room.
Betsy sat down on the chair's seat.
"Bend over, and put your hands on th backrest," said Val.
Sandra looked at him with frightened eyes
"Do you refuse?"
She gripped the edge of the chair tightly and bent over. "More," said Val.
She bent down, her bare buttocks thrust out behind her. Val walked across the room, and crouched down in front of an opened a chest. He pulled out a long, thin bamboo cane and walked back over to the chair.
He held the cane in front of Sandra's face She jerked herself up.
"No! Not that!" she cried out.
"You shouldn't have been so snotty," said Val. "Now bend down, you've already earned yourself three. Don't give yourself any more.'
Sandra clutched the back of the chair tightly and braced herself. Val stepped behind her and gripped the handle of the cane tightly. He raised his cane wielding arm, then swung.
The cane hummed evilly as it flew through the air. The thin, striated shaft landed squarely on her buttocks. Sandra leaned her head upwards and howled with pain.
"One," said Betsy.
Val raised his arm again.
"No! No! I'll do anything you say," cried Sandra. She felt as if her buttocks were on fire.
Val stepped back, squinting at the ugly red weal running the width of Sandra's rump. He swung and struck a blow that ran parallel to the weal.
Sandra's scream echoed off the walls. Her rear seemed to explode. An agony great as anything they had put her through tore through her entire body. She hung her head, and began to sob softly.
"Please, please, no more strokes!"
"One more," said Val.
"No, no please!"
Her protest became a raging howl of pain as the injured flesh of her buttocks became a flaming volcano.
She picked herself up slowly, trembling with rage.
"That tears it!" she screamed. "I've had enough. You simply can't go on doing these things to me. Give me my clothes. Get me out of here right now!"
Val and Betsy smiled at her.
"Your next command,-" began Val.
"There will be no next!" she screamed. "I have had enough!"
Val continued as if he hadn't heard her.
"Your next command is to make love to Betsy."
Betsy dashed over to him and threw her arms around his torso.
"Thank you, thank you," she cried, and kissed him hard on his lips.
Val returned her kiss and stepped over to Sandra.
She shrank back, her eyes filled with rage. "Oh, no! I will not, and that is that."
"You refuse."
"YES I REFUSE!"
Betsy sighed sadly. "Well, you will, anyway," she said.
Val clutched Sandra's arm. She yanked her arm out of his grasp, and dashed across the room. Betsy shot up and clamped her hands firmly around Sandra's waist. Val stepped quickly up and pinned Sandra's arms to her sides.
"No!" shrieked Sandra. "You're not going to do terrible things-"
She fell silent as Val dragged her out of the room.
"You'll pay for this," she hissed. "I swear you will!"
"But Sandra, dear, you agreed-" Betsy began.
"I didn't agree to this!" shouted Sandra. "This, this brutality!"
Val shoved her into a small, stone-walled room, similar to the room in which she had been punished the day before. The room was empty.
Except for a board implanted into one wall.
Sandra gasped with horror. "You, you're not going to put me in that thing, are you?" she asked fearfully. She struggled fearfully against Val's grip.
Val slowly dragged her over to the board. He released her, and she darted across the room and huddled in a corner.
"No, no, no," she wailed.
The board filled her gaze. Two ends of a leather strap were implanted in the top of the board. Below were two bra-type cups, with two wicked-looking spikes positioned horizontally parallel between the cups.
But what frightened Sandra most was the huge, rubber penis sticking out from the lower third of the board. It looked big, black and ugly. And it was ringed with vicious metal spikes that looked like teeth. A leather strap, opened was implanted on either side, slightly below the rubber penis in its circle of spikes.
Val darted out of the room, and returned seconds later. He returned so quickly, that Sandra was momentarily jerked out of her fear.
He stepped over to her, and stopped about ten feet from where she was shrinking into a stone corner.
"Come over here," he said.
Sandra saw herself start to move, then watched herself step up in front of him.
"Hold out your hands. Behind you, turn around," said Val.
She glanced at the shackles he was holding
"Don't put those on me," she wailed, then turned around.
She kept her arms hanging limply at her sides.
Val pulled her right arm sharply in back of her. He clapped one iron bracelet around her wrist. He grabbed her other arm, pulled it back, and clasped the other iron bracelet over her left wrist.
"Over to the board," he said.
Sandra wanted to say no, to just stand there with her arms bound behind her back. But there was something in the tone of Val's voice, something she hadn't noticed before, that was making her follow his instructions. She walked over to the board, and stood with her back to it.
"Turn around," said Val.
She trembled as she turned and faced the instruments of torture.
Val stepped up behind her and shoved his hand into the small of her back.
"Betsy!" he said.
Betsy stepped up and seized the rubber shaft of the penis.
"Hold it right there," said Val.
He bent down, and strapped the lower leather strap tightly around the top of her left thigh.
"It hurts," whined Sandra. She was filled with fear. The long, metal spikes were pointed right at her stomach and abdomen. She knew that if they penetrated her flesh far enough, they would cause serious and even fatal damage.
"Those things are going to kill me," she wailed.
"We love you," cried Betsy. There was a sharp note of protest in her voice.
Val strapped the other leather strap around her left thigh. Betsy shoved the tip of the rubber penis in between the lips of her vagina.
"Oh, it hurts, it feels awful!" cried Sandra.
Val clutched at the back of her neck and shoved her towards the board. He strapped the upper leather strap around her neck, then buckled it tightly.
"My hair!" screamed Sandra.
Betsy darted up to her. She produced two ribbons from a pocket. Val undid the strap. Betsy tied Sandra's hair into two ponytails on either side of her head.
Val quickly buckled up the strap again.
"Better now?" he smiled.
"No," she replied weakly.
She started to sob. She leaned forward, and the points of the spikes dug into the soft skin of her stomach and torso. She tried to pull herself back, but the straps made this impossible. She rolled her eyes downwards and gasped in horror as she saw two small, dark, streams of blood running down her naked flesh. She bent herself back slightly, but couldn't quite extricate herself from the wicked points of the metal spikes.
And the lips of her vagina began to burn from the hard surface of the rubber penis.
"What, what is this," she cried weakly.
"Your punishment," said Val.
"Wouldn't it have been nicer if you had slept with me?" asked Betsy.
"I don't know. Take me out of this, please!"
Sandra's forehead grazed against the top of the board. Her nipples were pushed painfully against its rough, wooden surface. Each breath she took made the points dig cruelly into her flesh. Her body was soon a mass of stinging and burning pain.
Val and Betsy walked quietly to the door.
"You are not going to leave me-like this, are you?" she cried out.
"Think about submission," said Val softly.
He closed the door gently behind him as he left.
"No, wait!" cried Sandra.
But the door was already shut.
The back of her neck began to ache. She tried to tilt her head back, but the strap kept her forehead pinned to the top of the board. A sick feeling rose in her stomach as she felt a stream of blood trickling steadily down her stomach from between her breasts.
Her abdomen felt like it was on fire. The ring of spikes made a neat, cruel circle of steel torment against her soft, white skin. Her cunt began to exude its fluids, wetting the shaft of the rubber penis. It crept stealthily into her womb, lubricated by her own juices.
She tried to think of ways to free hejrself. She couldn't move without increasing her torment. And her body ached from the difficult position she was in.
She shrieked as the rubber penis slipped into her orifice. She panicked for a moment, thinking that the metal spikes were about to penetrate her vital organs. But the penis was long enough, and the spikes maintained their grip without sinking any further into her flesh.
She began to wonder how long she had been in--this position. Subjectively, she knew, it seemed like hours. But she had no idea how much real time she had spent in this torment.
She began to wonder if she would ever be released, and started to sob.
"I'll do anything," she thought to herself, "anything if they'll stop this."
She rolled her eyes down to the shaft of the rubber penis. A vivid image of Val's naked flesh flashed through her mind.
"I must remember that I hate him," she thought.
But she couldn't convince herself of that. The more she tried to make herself hate him, the more she found herself wanting his penis in her. And that thought sickened her.
"They're doing it," she thought, "they're really breaking me."
The blood continued to pour down from the pinpricks in her flesh. She began to fell numb, and saw her vision grow hazy.
The haze deepened. She saw two figures approaching her, and strained her eyes to see Val and Betsy stepping up behind her.
They quickly unbuckled the straps, and pulled her gently away from the spikes. Val squeezed some hands and quickly rubbed it over the pinprick marks. Betsy wiped the blood off her stomach and thighs with a damp cloth. They led her gently out of the room.
Betsy took Sandra back to her room. Sandra fell into a deep sleep. She awoke slowly, then leapt out of the bed as the memory of what had just happened hit her.
She dashed over to a full-length mirror and surveyed her naked form. She was surprised to find that there were no marks whatever from the punishment.
Betsy knocked on her door.
"Come along with me," she said. Sandra numbly followed after her. She decided that it would be better to make love to Betsy than to have to undergo another torment.
Betsy led her down to the cellar again.
"Why are we going here now?" wailed Sandra. "I, I'll do what you say. I, I'll make love to you. Anywhere you want!"
"Good," said Betsy. "The cellar is where I want you too. My way."
Sandra followed her down the stone-walled corridor. She wondered why Betsy was wearing a long, loose robe.
"In here, dearest," said Betsy. Her eyes were shining with love.
Sandra stared carefully into her face.
"You, you do love me, don't you?" she said in a hushed whisper.
Betsy threw her arms around her and gave her a big hug. She pressed her lips tightly against Sandra's and darted forth her tongue.
Sandra felt the tip of Betsy's tongue butt against her teeth and jerked open her mouth. Betsy immediately slid her tongue into Sandra's mouth, then pulled it back again.
She beamed at Sandra.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," she said passionately. "I love you, and I think you're beautiful."
"I, I really don't know what to say to that," replied Sandra.
"You said you did find me attractive, a little, didn't you?"
"Yes, yes," said Sandra hesitantly.
"So why not make love to me?"
"Well, because you're a girl," stammered Sandra weakly.
"So are you," chirped Betsy.
"Yes, but that's what I mean."
"What do you mean?"
"I, I, I don't know."
Sandra dropped her gaze to the floor. Betsy curled her arm around her bare waist and led her down the basement stairs.
Sandra shivered at the chill of the corridor.
"At least you're wearing that," she said, clasping her arms tightly around her naked torso.
"Oh, "Oh, I won't be wearing it for long," chuckled Betsy. "But it will be warm, where we're going."
Sandra 'began to tremble as they proceeded down the corridor.
"What's wrong?" asked Betsy.
"I, I'm afraid," said Sandra.
"Of what?"
"Of, of, you know."
Sandra turned her head to one side and blushed. Betsy stopped short, and curled her arm tightly around Sandra's shoulders.
"It's nothing to be afraid of, really. If two people love each other, they should be free to enjoy each other's bodies. It isn't wrong, not at all."
Sandra shook her head and followed behind Betsy. She stopped still as she saw Val coming quickly up the corridor.
"Hello," he smiled.
Betsy minced up to him and planted a hard kiss on his lips.
"Well, I see we're all ready, now."
He pushed open a door, then stepped inside. Betsy followed after him. Sandra stood by the doorway, trembling at the thought of what was inside the room. She slowly stepped forward, then inhaled sharply with surprise.
"A bit different than you had expected, huh?" asked Val with a grin.
The room she was in was a comfortably furnished bedroom, with a carpeted floor, a dresser and a large double bed.
Betsy threw off her robe and sat down at the edge of the bed. As Sandra had thought, she was naked underneath.
And something was different about Betsy's body. She still had the same amount of hair. But as Sandra stared at the strip of black, wiry hair running from her vagina to her navel, she had to admit that it didn't look that bad at all.
Betsy stretched herself out on the bed. She raised her knees, and spread her legs wide apart.
"I'd do you first, ordinarily," she said as she lifted her head. "But I want to see how far you've progressed. Come along, and I'll tell you what to do."
"I really don't know anything about this sort of thing," said Sandra. She cautiously sat herself down at the edge of the bed.
"Climb between my legs," said Betsy.
Sandra crawled on all fours between her spread-eagled limbs. She looked up at Betsy from between her friend's thighs.
"Put your whole mouth on it," said Betsy.
Sandra trembled as she advanced her face to the lips of Betsy's vagina. She touched her lips to the pink flesh, then darted up her head. She jumped off the bed, a look of horror and disgust on her face.
Val stepped over to her.
"Unbuckle my belt," he said sharply.
Sandra numbly fumbled with the buckle of his belt. She pulled it open, then opened the tops of his slacks
Val pulled his pants down his muscled thighs and let them drop to the floor.
"Kneel," he said.
Sandra dropped to one knee.
"Kiss my underwear," said Val. "By the bulge"
Sandra shivered as she pressed her lips to the bulge growing out of the crotch of Val's briefs.
"Pull them off," he said.
She slipped her fingers under the waistband and jerked them down to his knees.
"Lower."
She pulled them down to his ankles.
"You know what to do next," said Val.
She reached up and pressed her fingers to his member. It immediately became erect. She looked up at him, still clutching his masculine flesh.
"Your mouth," he said. She opened her mouth and allowed the head of the member to pass between her lips. "Perform," said Val.
She closed her mouth over the shaft, amazed at how good it felt against the flat of her tongue. The salty taste of the flesh did not disgust her, as it had the day before. She performed almost eagerly, and felt her mouth fill with his male issue.
She stood up.
"Swallow," said Val.
She gulped down the sticky wet mass in her mouth. She was afraid for a moment that she would throw up then and there, but found that the semen slid easily into her stomach.
"Now," said Val. "What is the difference between what you did to me and what you did to Betsy?"
"She didn't do anything," Betsy interjected.
"Well, then, what Betsy wanted you to do."
"I don't know," said Sandra, lowering her gaze to the floor.
"I think she needs another lesson," said Betsy quietly.
"Definitely," said Val.
Betsy slid off the bed and draped the robe around her shoulders. She stepped to the door.
"Come with us," said Val.
Sandra followed them out of the room. She walked down the basement corridors with them, trying not to think of anything at all.
Val stopped in front of a room with a huge wooden door. He gripped the ornate handle tightly, then pushed the door open. Betsy dashed quickly inside. Val stepped in after her.
Sandra stood trembling in the doorway. Val grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into the room.
"No, no please," wailed Sandra.
At first she saw nothing but the cold, bare stone walls of the room. But as she advanced towards its interior, she saw a wooden board suspended from the ceiling by a chain. The chain was affixed to a metal ring implanted in the rear of the board.
The board was narrower. At its end were , two rows of vicious looking spikes. Two opened metal clamps were implanted in the wider portion of the board, just above the point where the rough wood narrowed down.
"Put your hands in the clamps," said Val.
Sandra stepped up to the board. A terrible battle was being fought in her mind. Part of her was rebelling. But part of her made her want to obey Val, whatever the consequences.
She stepped up to the board and stared at it. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a wooden cabinet propped up in a corner. Betsy was walking towards the cabinet.
"Sandra," said Val.
She raised her arms at the sound of his voice and pressed the undersides of her wrists to the cold metal of the base of the clamps. Val stepped up and snapped each of the clamps tightly around her wrists.
Sandra kept her gaze fixed on the twin row of metal spikes protruding from the narrow end of the board. They were pointed right at the soft flesh of the base of her breasts.
"Now be careful how you move," said- Val.
Betsy walked back over to where he was standing. Sandra stared at what she was holding in her hand.
"What is that?" she asked fearfully. Her arms were bent at the elbow, and she felt her muscles straining against the difficult position she was in.
"A dildo," chirped Betsy.
Sandra stared hard. She saw a huge rubber penis. It's base was glued to a rubber strip shaped like an athletic supporter. Betsy pulled it up over her legs and strapped it tightly around her waist. She sighed with pleasure, and Sandra guessed that there was a part of it that was pressing in between the lips of her vagina. She kept the robe on her shoulders, leaving it open in front. Sandra twisted her head around and stared down at the rubber penis emerging from Betsy's crotch.
"What, what are you going to do with that?" she asked fearfully.
"Make love to you," smiled Betsy. "You didn't want to do it before, and now you will, anyway."
"Don't, don't put that thing in me," wailed
Sandra. "Please. I, I'll be your slave, I'll do what you say, but just don't use that on me."
Betsy smiled and kissed her on the cheek.
"Thrust your tushie backwards, dear," she said. "And don't straighten up- those awful spikes will mar your prettiness."
"Please, NO!" shouted Sandra.
Betsy caressed her buttocks.
"Bend forward, now," she smiled.
Sandra bent forward, shoving her rear towards Betsy's dildoed crotch. She saw that the lines of spikes had risen above her breasts, and away from her flesh.
"Oh, you have such a sweet little rump," said Betsy.
She planted her hands firmly on Sandra's buttocks and gently spread her cheeks apart. Sandra groaned.
"It, it will kill me," she wailed. "It's much too big!"
"Well, it will make you big, too," said Betsy.
Val stepped up beside Betsy. He peered down the parted cheeks.
"Your anus is beautiful," he murmured.
"Why, thank you," said Sandra in a burst of rebellion. She pushed all the saracsm and disgust she could into her voice.
"I didn't like that," said Val.
"That isn't a very nice way for you to talk," said Betsy.
Val thrust his hand down between Sandra's cheeks and pressed the tip of his finger to her anus.
Sandra screamed, and thrust her hips wildly from side to side. She jerked up, felt the points of the spikes nipping at her flesh, then jerked herself back to her original position.
"You filthy thing!" she cried. "How, how dare you! Putting your hand in a filthy place like that! And using your fingers on me! Pervert!"
"You didn't mean that, did you?" asked Val.
"YES I DID. YOU ARE A DIRTY, FILTHY PERVERT!"
Her cry echoed hollowly off the walls of the room.
"I think we have to correct your manners," said Val quietly.
Betsy darted over to the cabinet. She pulled out a strip of coarse cloth, and dashed back over to Val.
"We'll have to do something about the way you talk to us," said Val.
He stepped behind Sandra and wrapped the cloth tightly around her mouth. He knotted it in back.
Muffled cries came from behind the gag. Sandra rocked her head from side to side, a look of deep misery in her eyes.
She trembled as Betsy clamped her hands firmly onto her buttocks and spread them apart.
Betsy slid the rubber penis down between Sandra's cheeks. "EEEE!"
A shrill scream came from behind the gag as Betsy rammed the head of the dildo through the flesh of her anus.
Sandra felt herself exploding with pain. Her buttocks felt as if they were being torn asunder. A large tear fell from her eye. The pain continued.
She keened through the gag.
Betsy pushed forward with her hips.
The thick, hard rubber pushed steadily down into Sandra's anus. The pain became a fan of fiery, stinging fingers tormenting every bit of her flesh.
Betsy began to breathe heavily as she slid the dildo home. She jerked her hips back and forth, jerking the dildo in and out of her anal passage.
Sandra never thought that there could be so much pain in the world. She hung her head down, tears streaming down her face.
She jerked her head up as a strange sensation of pleasure tore through her, blending weirdly with the pain.
Betsy had hit her most sensitive spot with the head of the dildo. Her body began to tremble wildly, and she felt herself torn between torment and ecstasy.
The feeling confused her so totally she didn't hear Betsy's cry of pleasure. Then she felt the dildo slowly being withdrawn from her anus. The pain shot up fiercely again, then quickly diminished as the hard rubber shaft popped out from between her buttocks.
She straightened herself up, and felt the points of the spikes sticking into her breasts. She immediately bent herself double again.
"Look at me," said Val.
She turned her gaze to his face.
"Was that all that bad?"
She numbly shook her head no.
Val shoved his hand into her crotch and tweaked the lips of her vagina.
"You orgasmed, didn't you," he said softly.
Sandra shook her head 'yes'."
"Do you think you can speak nicely now?"
She replied with a vigorous nod.
Val took the gag off her mouth. She hung her head down, gasping and crying.
"I think you're coming to see what we mean," said Betsy with a smile. "Tomorrow we'll do it the other way, yes?"
"Y, yes," said Sandra weakly.
Val walked towards the doorway and hit at something with his hand. He walked back over to Sandra.
Two young girls, dressed as maids, entered the room. They bowed their head to Val.
"Yes, sir," one asked. She was tall, with flaming red hair tied in a neat ponytail at the back of her head.
"Undress," said Val.
Sandra was surprised. In her house, the maids were treated with a condescending politeness that would make such a request impossible.
But the two girls smiled and quickly wriggled out of their uniforms.
"Now watch," said Val.
Betsy jerked the dildo off her hips and kicked it across the room. She planted her hands on her hips and spread her legs far apart. One of the girls, the smaller brown-haired one, dropped down to a low crouch and shoved her face between Betsy's thighs. Moments later, Betsy was twisting and writhing with passion.
The other girl knelt down before Val and started to unbuckle his belt. She swiftly opened the tops of his trousers, then shoved his member into her mouth.
Val's face quickly became a mask of pleasure.
It seemed to Sandra that Val and Betsy climaxed at the same time. They waved their girls off, then pointed to the bound, tormented form of Sandra.
"Lick her," said Val.
The girls stepped over to Sandra without another word. They smiled at her, then extended their tongues.
Sandra wriggled and shivered as they drew the wet, meaty flesh over her body.
One of the maids seized Sandra's right breast. She looked at Val, and he nodded. She murmured something, and cupped her parted lips over the round, white mass of flesh.
The other girl took Sandra's left breast and began to suckle. Sandra tried to feel disgust. But the soft, stroking motions of the wet meat sent strange sensations of pleasure coursing through her.
They slowly worked their way down her naked flesh, running the wet flat of their tongues over every inch of Sandra's body.
The tall, red-headed girl knelt down between Sandra's thighs and shoved her face into her crotch.
Sandra felt herself exploding with pleasure. She gasped heavily as the girl pulled herself away. Her torso was heaving as her breath came in deep heaves.
"Now you can't tell me you didn't like that," said Betsy.
"No," said Sandra.
"You liked it, didn't you?" asked Val. "Yes," replied Sandra. Betsy looked down at the dildo. "That wasn't nice to do," she said. Sandra jerked her head around, a shocked expression on her face.
CHAPTER SIX
"No, it wasn't," agreed Val. "Do you think you should be punished?"
Sandra opened her eyes wide with surprise.
"Yes," said Betsy firmly.
"I don't know," mused Val.
"Oh, PLEASE," roared Betsy.
Sandra gasped her amazement.
"Well, all right," said Val. "Let me und Sandra first."
He walked over to her and unlocked the iron bracelets around her wrists. She stepped back, rubbing her chaffed skin with her hands.
"Come with us," said Val.
Sandra followed them out of the room and back into the basement corridor.
"Was it all that terrible?" asked Val.
"Oh, it was awful," said Betsy with a shiver.
"Then you really should be punished, right?"
"Yes, please," said Betsy.
A thousand things to say ran through Sandra's mind. But she was afraid to speak.
She followed them into a small dark room, empty except for a rough wooden bench stretched across the room's back wall.
Betsy threw the robe off her shoulders and seated herself on the bench.
"Stand over there," said Val to Sandra, pointing to a spot near the door. Sandra walked silently over to the spot.
Val knelt down by the bench and hauled out a huge metal box. He flipped open its lid, and laid out a series of evil-looking I instruments. He laid them carefully side by side on the floor.
"Oh, no," cried Betsy. "Not those!"
"You said you wanted to be punished, right?" f "Yes,"
Betsy fell silent.
Sandra was bewildered by her change in mood. She watched, shaking, as Val walked over to Betsy clutching a thick piece of leather. He wrapped it tightly around her throat, covering her face. There was a small buckle and strap at the base of the leather. Val buckled the strap tightly.
Sandra gasped loudly as she saw what he was picking up next.
It was a wooden board, with two thick iron handles bent into U-shapes. Sticking out on either side of the board were metal spokes. Each spoke was tipped with a spike.
Val hooked the u-shaped handles over Betsy's shoulders. Sandra wailed as she saw the ball's spikes digging into Betsy's flesh, just above her hairy armpits.
She almost fainted at the sight of what Val did next.
There was an iron ring sticking out from the edge of the board facing him. Six threads dangled from the ring.
Val expertly knotted the ends of each thread to one of the small, wiry, black hairs sticking out from around Betsy's large nipples.
Sandra watched his dexterity with amazement. He worked with the tips of his fingers, tying small, vicious knots.
He stepped back, staring at his handiwork.
Betsy's breasts were bound to the board by the hairs. The spikes cut into her flesh, and two small streams of dark blood ran down over her breasts.
Sandra felt herself becoming weaker and weaker as each drop of blood hit and then bounced off of Betsy's nipples. Small pools of blood began to form on the tops of her bare thighs.
Val wasn't finished. He picked up a bar from which dangled two chains, placed at equal distances from the ends of the bar.
At the end of each chain was a metal ring, opened. He clipped each ring shut around each of Betsy's nipples. Sandra clasped her hands over her breasts and shivered with fear.
"Hmmm," said Val, turning a critical eye to Betsy's torment.
He reached down and picked up a thread, at the ends of which were two smaller rings. He looped the thread over the bar.
The metal rings hovered over Betsy's pubic hairs. He twined a tuft of the wiry black hair into a single strand, then passed it through the right ring and knotted it into a tight loop. He twined another tuft and slipped it through the other ring. This he also tied tightly around the ring's cold brass.
He stood up, and stepped back. Betsy's eyes were filled with anguish. But at the same time there was a light in them which Sandra couldn't understand.
"It's time for you to go to bed," said Val to Sandra.
He started walking out of the room, Sandra trailing behind him.
"Tonight you're going to see a part of the house we almost never show anyone," he said with a smile.
He pushed open a small door. Sandra stepped through the doorway and found herself atop a flight of rickety, wooden steps. The bottom of the staircase was flooded with darkness. A damp, musty odor arouse from the space below.
"I, I," Sandra began.
Val started walking down the stairs. Sandra clutched the railing tightly, and followed him. The rough wood of the steps grazed the soles of her bare feet
Val stopped her at the bottom of the stairs.
"Wait here," he said.
He moved cat-like through the darkness. Sandra saw a beam of light, then saw that it was a flashlight that Val had gotten from somewhere in the room.
She blinked in astonishment.
"This, this looks like its from the middle ages," she said.
She stared down a long, stone corridor.
"Come along," said Val.
She followed behind him. He stopped in front of a battered-looking wooden door. A small, barred window was atop the door! Val produced an enormous key and shoved it into the lock. He gave the key a sharp turn, and pushed the door open.
Sandra stepped inside the room. She looked around her at the filthy pile of straw stretched along one wall. She thought she could hear animal noises coming from somewhere behind the room's walls.
"I don't like this place," she said to Val.
"Oh, it's not that bad," he said. "This is where you will be spending some time."
Sandra shrank back, her eyes opened wide with horror.
"Oh, no! Please! I, I'll do what you say, everything!"
Val grinned at her.
"This is what I say," he said.
Sandra dropped her gaze to the room's stone floor.
"That's your bed," said Val, pointing to the pile of straw.
Sandra felt a primal disgust welling up in her at the sight of the straw. Somehow, the thought of sleeping on it, of pressing her naked skin against its filth, seemed to her to be more horrible than anything she'd already gone through.
"I, I can't," she said. "You can't make me stay on that. Once you go away, I'll, I'll-"
"You'll go right over and sit down," said Val. "Unless you want to spend the entire night in a punishment."
Sandra stepped quickly over to the straw. She fought off a fit of nausea as she plunked her bare ass down on the filthy bedding.
She promised herself to keep as far away from it as possible as soon as Val left.
But he smiled as he walked across the room.
He knelt down in a darkened corner.
"Give me your leg, please," he murmured.
Sandra slowly stuck out her leg. Val grabbed her ankle, then snapped an iron bracelet firmly over the smooth white skin.
"There," he said, standing up, "That should hold you for a while."
Sandra jerked her leg, and found she was unable to move more than a few inches in any direction. She was effectively chained to the bed of straw.
"Think about what Betsy and I were telling you," said Val. "You'll have the whole night. And don't mind the vermin-they won't bother you if you don't bother them."
"Oh, no!" shrieked Sandra. "Don't leave me here alone with those horrible things! I, I can't stand them. I, I'll go mad, I tell you, mad!"
"You won't be alone all night," said Val. "I'll send you some company in a couple of hours."
He gazed at her silently for a moment.
"You're very beautiful," he said.
"Thank you," replied Sandra, as demurely as she could.
"Do you want to make love to me?"
Sandra didn't know what to say. So she said nothing.
"Do you?" Val's voice was soft but insistent
"I don't know."
He walked back over to her and knelt down beside her.
"Wouldn't you want to have someone to make love to tonight."
"I don't know."
"Well, you have plenty of time to think about it," he said. "I'm going to leave you now."
He turned and started to walk out of the cell. Sandra watched with horror as he vanished through the doorway.
She heard the door slam shut, then the awful sound of the key turning in the lock.
"No, no, don't leave me here," she screamed out. "I love you! I love both of you! Don't, don't leave me here!"
The only reply was the muffled sound of
Val's footsteps as he walked down the stone corridor.
She sank down in the straw, feeling that her skin was crawling. She kept brushing herself off, and kept feeling pieces of the straw digging into her flesh.
The air in the cell quickly became damp and chill. The only window was a small, barred opening atop the wall against which her bed of straw rested. A few shafts of moonlight filtered through the bars onto the cold stone floor of the room.
The scratching and squeaking noises she heard gradually grew louder. She saw a flash of something cutting across the shafts of moonlight. She drew herself up into a tight ball, heedless of the way the anklet dug its hard iron into the skin of her ankles.
She watched the floor, trembling violently. Then she leaned her head back and screamed loudly.
An enormous rat was sitting on its haunches in the center of the floor, peering curiously up at her through its beady eyes. It's whiskers twitched.
"Go, go away, please," cried Sandra.
She began to wonder if the animal was a trained pet, assigned to the task of increasing her torment.
But the rat turned its attention away from her, and darted out of sight. She leaned back against the rough stone wall, gingerly keeping the crude iron of the anklet away from her skin.
She tried to make herself fall asleep, but the chill and discomfort she was feeling effectively prevented this.
She started to scream loudly again. She felt something tickling the flesh of an upper arm, and glanced down to see a huge cockroach crawling casually up towards her shoulder.
"No, no, no," she cried, shaking herself vigorously around. She darted her other arm up and brushed the roach off, shivering with disgust at the way its chitlin-covered body felt against her fingers.
She sank down, crying softly, and wondering what other horrors lay in store for her.
And she couldn't find a position comfortable enough for her to sleep in. She finally leaned her shoulder blades against the wall.
Her eyes gradually became accustomed to the dim light. She scanned the room carefully, looking for the slightest trace of any animal life.
The stillness of the room leered back at her. She shivered. Her initial fear had faded, leaving her with a feeling of disgust. The straw dug painfully into her soft skin. She braced herself, and slowly stood up.
She was thankful that the chain was long enough to permit her to stand upright. She thought of Val and Betsy, and was surprised to find that she couldn't drum up any hatred for them at all.
She gasped as she realized that she was starting to love them.
"It doesn't make any sense," she thought to herself. "None! They, they've beat me, and raped me, and now they've locked me in this horrible room. I, I just can't understand it."
She sank down with a sigh and patted down the straw as best she could. She stretched herself out on it, and tried to lull herself to sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"She's almost ready," said Val. "There's no doubt about it."
Betsy smiled and leaned back against the backrest of the couch. She took a long drag on a marijuana cigarette, and blew out a huge cloud of smoke through her nostrils.
"I agree completely. I think it's time for the next step."
Val thought about that for a minute.
"Do you think she can take it so soon."
"Yes, she can.-And you have to let me do it."
"I don't know about that. I was kind of looking forward to doing it myself."
"Well, I still want to," said Betsy, pouting.
"All right," chuckled Val. "You can do it. But I'll set the conditions."
"Fine."
She handed him the cigarette and stretched out her legs.
"So you're happy with her, aren't you?" she asked him coyly. .
"Yes. As I've already told you, you've made the perfect choice. And she is beautiful, really."
"I wonder how she's doing down there, thinking the whole thing over," said Val. "I have a feeling she'll be where we want her to tomorrow."
"Great!" chirped Betsy.
Val curled his arm around her waist and pulled her down to the surface of the couch.
"Mad at me for punishing you like that? It was awful of me, really."
"Oh, I'm not mad at you," said Betsy, reaching for his crotch.
Val grunted as she began to undo the tops of his trousers. She pulled out his member and stroked it until it became firm.
"Let's invite Sandra," said Val.
"Oh, lets!" cried Betsy, releasing her hold on his penis and jumping up from the couch.
Val quickly adjusted his clothing and walked out of the living room. Betsy followed behind him.
"Oh, it's scary down here," she said with a shiver. "It's so perfect, really."
"I just love it, myself," chuckled Val.
They stepped up to the door of Sandra's cell.
Sandra jerked her head up as she heard them approaching. She was half-asleep, and quickly shook herself fully awake.
She gasped with relief as she heard the cell door open. Val and Betsy walked in, smiling, and closed the door behind them.
"We'd like you to play with us," said Betsy.
"Can't you take-me out of here?" asked Sandra. Her voice tone was one of friendship. She was glad to see them.
Val started to pull off his clothes. Sandra smiled. Betsy stripped as well.
"Wait," smiled Val.
He stepped over to Sandra's chain and knelt down by her ankle.
"Want me to take it off?" he asked.
Sandra was amazed that she didn't care. She'd stopped noticing the chain's presence some time ago.
"You might as well," she said quietly.
"You must hate us terribly by now," said Betsy sadly.
Sandra turned a shocked gaze to her. "Oh, no! I, I should, I guess. But, but I'm really starting to love you! I, I just don't understand it at all."
Val and Betsy stepped over to the straw mat. Betsy stretched herself out on it, and Val quickly stretched himself out on top of her.
"Please watch," said Betsy to Sandra. "Crouch down, and watch it go in."
Sandra dropped down to a low crouch. She recalled feeling disgusted by this previously. Now that feeling seemed strange, as though it was being thought by someone else in her mind.
Val planted his hands firmly on either side of Betsy's naked form. He raised himself up, the head of his member pointing at Betsy's female flesh.
Sandra found she was fascinated by the exhibition. She gasped softly as Val slid his member into Betsy's vagina. She felt her own lusts risings, and felt herself becoming wet.
Val and Betsy were groaning heavily together. Sandra watched hungrily as Val tended Betsy's impassioned form with his hands.
Val slowly pulled himself away from Betsy and stood up. Betsy slid off the straw and walked over to a corner of the cell.
Val grinned broadly at Sandra. She smiled back, and stepped over to the straw.
"Oh, me too," she said, her voice a hushed whisper.
Val gestured to the straw.
Sandra stretched herself out, and spread-eagled herself.
She gasped loudly at Val's touch. He slowly worked his mouth down her writhing form, then briefly buried his face in Sandra's crotch.
"That was nice," said Sandra, as he lifted himself up.
Sandra watched as he slid his member into her. She gasped at the touch of the taut male flesh, then found herself transported to a world of ecstatic delight.
She was groaning softly when Val rolled off of her.
"That was wonderful," she sighed.
Val grinned. Betsy stepped over and sat down next to her on the straw. She curled her arm tightly around Sandra's shoulders and pressed her body close.
"Would you like to make love to me, now?" she asked.
Sandra dropped her gaze to the cell's stone floor.
"I, I honestly don't know," she said, her voice tone clearly reflecting her uncertainty.
"Why not try it," said Betsy. Her voice was a soft purr.
-"-Well, all right," murmured Sandra. "What should I do?"
"Just stretch yourself out, like you did for Val," said Betsy. Her voice was slightly hoarse.
Sandra spread-eagled herself and watched nervously as Betsy crawled between her thighs.
"Oh! That does feel good!" she gasped, as Betsy found her private flesh with her mouth.
Betsy passionately attacked her with her lips and tongue. Sandra was soon twisting and writhing on the straw, her mind afire with orgasm.
"God, that was good!" she gasped, as Betsy pulled herself away.
Betsy stretched herself out on the straw. She raised her knees, and spread her legs wide apart.
Sandra stared with uncertainty at her exposed flesh.
"Oh. I, I don't really think I know what to do," she said.
"Are you afraid to try?" asked Betsy.
"No, it's not that." Sandra trembled slightly as she spoke. "It's just that I don't think I know what to do."
"I'll tell you, darling," murmured Betsy. "First is to put your mouth right on it."
Sandra slowly crawled on all fours between Betsy's spread-eagled limbs. She pressed her lips tightly against the lips of Betsy's vagina. She was delighted by the scented smell and pleasant feel of the flesh.
She darted up her head, unable to contain her feelings.
"It's not bad at all! I rather like it, really."
She ducked her head back down between Betsy's thighs and again pressed her mouth to the lips of the woman's vagina.
Betsy hoarsely instructed her. She found to her delight that she could perform the act quite well.
"That was great!" cried Betsy, as Sandra finished.
"Did you like it?" asked Sandra. She wiped Betsy's issue off her lips with the back of her hand.
"Oh, yes! You were marvelous!"
Val picked up his clothes.
"No, don't!" protested Betsy. "Please, please stay naked. I so like to look at you!"
"All right," grinned Val, as he dropped his trousers.
"Now we're going to do something really special," said Betsy.
"What?" asked Sandra with a smile. "You'll see," said Val. "Come along, now." He pushed open the door to the cell and ushered them out. He left last, closing the door behind him.
Sandra and Betsy both smiled at his naked buttocks as he-stepped in front of him. Betsy reached over and planted a hard, vicious pinch on his right buttock.
He jumped up in the air with a loud yelp, clutching his stinging cheek.
"Hey, you!" he chortled, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Better not do that again!"
"Sorry," said Betsy, her voice dripping with mock contrition.
They continued to walk down the hall. Betsy nudged Sandra, and grinned. She darted ahead, and planted a pinch on his left buttock.
Val's howl filled the corridor. He jumped up and began to dance around, his hands clamped tightly over his rear.
Sandra started to giggle. Val stepped over to them, his eyes flashing.
"You've both had it," he said. There was a note of laughter in his voice. Betsy trembled.
"Oh! What are you going to do to us?" she asked in a falsetto voice.
"I don't quite know yet," said Val. "But I'm sure I'll think of something."
"Aren't we going upstairs?" asked Sandra.
"Nope. What we're going to do next is done down here."
Val led them through a series of winding passageways. He stopped in front of a room with a grim-looking door.
"The palace of pain!" gasped Betsy.
"The what?" asked Sandra.
"Well named," mumbled Val.
He produced a huge key from a pocket. Sandra giggled at it.
"I've seen keys like that before, at antique shows. I didn't think they could really open anything."
"Oh. this one will work," chuckled Val.
He shoved the key into the lock and gave it a hard twist. The door opened with a loud groan.
"Wow! Sounds like a horror movie," said Sandra.
Val stepped inside. Betsy minced in after him. Sandra cautiously stuck her head in the doorway.
"Come on!" said Betsy eagerly.
Sandra stepped slowly into the room as Val turned on an overhead light. She shrank back at what she saw sticking out from the room's rear wall.
"It's beginning to look like a horror movie," she said. She began to tremble. "I, I don't like the look of that thing, not at all."
A wooden block was implanted squarely in the wall. On either side was embedded the end of a chain which hung down to the edges of the block. An opened metal clamp was affixed to the end of each chain.
"Are, are you going to put me in that?"
"Sure!" said Betsy.
"I, I just don't know," said Sandra.
She stepped slowly over to the box. She looked suspiciously at Betsy. Val was bent over something in a corner of the room.
"Raise your arms," said Betsy excitedly.
Sandra raised her arms, trembling slightly.
Betsy pressed her wrists to the clamps, then snapped them shut.
"Is that okay?" she asked Val.
Val stood up from a wooden chest. He stared at Sandra's naked back for a moment, then smiled.
"That's the idea. But I have a few improvements to make."
Sandra noticed that there were four small metal rings implanted in the center of the bottom of the box. She turned her head as she heard Val stepping up behind her, and gasped loudly.
He was holding four strings. At the end of each was a metal ball from which protruded long, thin, evil-looking steel spikes.
"What, what are you going to do with those?" she asked, her voice a frightened whisper.
"Add to the fun," chuckled Val. "This will be almost your final lesson."
He stared at her for a moment.
"Let's see." He stepped over to the wall. There was a small box that seemed to be nailed to the floor. An opened clamp was affixed to the top of the box. "Put your foot in the clamp," said Val.
Sandra hadn't noticed it before.
"I, I don't think I want to," she said nervously.
Val clutched her ankle and shoved her foot into the clamp. He snapped it shut, then stepped back.
Sandra found her bound arms ached less if she kept her legs spread apart. She was slanted towards the wall, trapped against the box.
Val tied the first of the strings to the metal ring nearest Sandra. The ball swung, and planted it's spikes in the flesh of her left breasts.
"OH GOD, OWWWW!" Sandra howled. "PLEASE TAKE IT AWAY!!!"
Val just grinned and produced the second string. Sandra stared at the metal ball with terrified eyes. The string on this one was longer than on the first.
Val tied it to the second loop and gave the ball a gentle tap. The ball swung, and dug a spike into her lower torso, just above her hip.
Sandra looked down. And screamed.
"I'm bleeding to death!" she howled.
A small stream of dark blood was trickling steadily down her torso.
"Please, please stop!" she cried. , Val stepped over to her with the third string. He tied it carefully to the third loop, then gripped its end just above the ball.
He jerked his wrist, and shoved the ball into her vagina.
" AAAIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!"
Sandra's scream bounced off the walls of the room. She shook violently. The stream of blood flowing down from her breast jumped off its course and made a small semi-circle as it continued downwards.
A horrible stinging pain erupted in her vagina, then quickly faded into a dull, sickening throb of agony. She slowly lowered her head and saw that one of the spikes had pierced the left lip of her vagina.
"It's going to damage me forever!" she whimpered.
"Wrong," smiled Val. "The wound will heal quite quickly. Some cultures have their women wearing vagina rings, just like earrings. But don't move around too much. You may get a spike in the wrong place."
He lifted the fourth string.
"No, not more! I can't stand anymore!" she shrieked. "Please, please, take me out of this!"
He thrust the string's metal ball between her thighs. She instinctively jerked herself back, and the spikes dug viciously into the cheeks of her buttocks.
She jerked herself towards the wall again. The spike slid out of her tender flesh. The ball hung menacingly between her legs.
"Now you're ready," said Val.
Betsy stepped up to her and gasped with admiration at Val's handiwork.
"Perfect," she said, her voice a hushed whisper.
She dashed across the room. Sandra turned her head around, shivering at the stinging needles of agony shooting through her.
"What, what else are you going to do to me?" she wailed.
She dropped her gaze, then howled with horror.
"No! Not a whip, too! No, no!"
"We love you," said Betsy. She raised herself up on her toes and kissed Sandra's neck.
She held the handle of a long, thin whip in front of Sandra's face.
"Kiss the whip," she said.
Sandra jerked her head back. The spike in her stomach dug deeper, and she began to cry softly.
"Why, why are you torturing me like this!" Then she saw what was on the end of the whip.
"OH GOD, NO!"
"It's because we love you," said Betsy.
She stepped away and positioned herself behind Sandra.
"Please, please don't hit me with that thing," cried Sandra. She couldn't keep her gaze off the spiked metal ball at the tip of the whip.
Val folded his arms across his chest and stood to one side.
Betsy raised the whip. She snapped her wrist, and the cruel leather flew through the air with an evil hum.
The spiked ball landed squarely between Sandra's shoulder blades.
"OWWWW!!" cried Sandra. She jumped, and felt herself being torn apart by the spikes embedded in her flesh.
"Don't move," said Val harshly. He nodded to Betsy.
Betsy raised her whip arm again and leaned forward as she swung. The leather cut a cruel circle as it flew. The ball struck Sandra's buttocks, and she let out a horrible yowl. She snapped her buttocks away, and felt the spikes of the ball digging teasingly into the skin of her buttocks. She quickly thrust herself outwards again.
"Please, please, no more," she wailed.
Betsy stepped forward and snapped her wrist. The whip flew, and dug the ball into Sandra's side. One of the spikes hooked into her skin, and the handle of the whip was jerked out of Betsy's hand.
She quickly picked it up. The ball remained affixed by the spike to Sandra's skin.
Val dashed over and carefully slipped the spike out from under her skin. Betsy picked up the whip handle again.
She stepped back and swung. The whip curled around Sandra's torso, and the ball landed neatly in the center of her stomach. It rolled as it hit, digging the points of each of its spikes into the soft flesh.
Sandra's howl was thin and filled with despair.
"I, I don't think I can take anymore," she said weakly.
The whip cracked again.
"No," she said, then screamed again as the ball end dug into the small of her back.
She sank down, gasping and heedless of the added pain the movment caused her.
"One more," shouted Betsy.
"No-"
The whip curled itself viciously around her thighs. The ball jumped, and landed between her buttocks. The spikes pushed their evil way through the stiff hairs.
Betsy dropped the handle and stepped back, gasping.
"Please, take me out of this," moaned Sandra.
"I think that will be enough," said Val quietly;
"Oh, yes! Quite!" said Betsy.
Val stepped over to the box. He carefully pulled out the spike dug into Sandra's breast, then did the same with the spike affixed to her stomach.
He carefully pulled the spike out of the left lip of her vagina, and slid the ball away from her private flesh. Sandra spread her legs apart, wincing at the stinging pain the movement produced in her groin. The ball hung wickedly between her legs.
Val quickly unlocked the clamps. Sandra slowly let her arms hang down to her sides and stepped away.
"Oh, you poor darling," murmured Betsy. She stared with sympathetic eyes at the streams of blood running down Sandra's torso.
"We'll fix you up right away," said Val.
They led her back upstairs. Val took her into the kitchen, and Betsy carefully tended her injuries. .
Sandra watched her numbly.
"I think you'd better go to sleep now," said Betsy softly.
She led Sandra to her room. Sandra's mind was a confused jumble. She kissed Betsy, and slid into her bed. She pressed her head to the pillow and was instantly asleep.
She woke up slowly the next morning, and cautiously stretched out her arms. She was surprised to find that all traces of the ordeal she'd faced the night before had vanished. She slid slowly off the bed.
There was a soft knock on the door. "Yes?" she asked. "Persis, miss."
"Come in."
The maid walked in, Sandra's garments for the morning draped over her arm.
"Breakfast will be in the dining room," she said.
She silently helped Sandra dress. She opened the door for her, and vanished when Sandra stepped out.
Val and Betsy stood up when Sandra entered the dining room.
"How are you this morning?" asked Betsy with a smile.
Sandra managed a smile in return.
"I, I honestly don't know."
She pulled out a chair and plunked herself down.
"I, I'm very confused," she continued. "A person should hate you for, for that, but ... I don't."
"What do you feel?" asked Betsy. "I, I love both of you," she said, the hint of a sob in her voice. "I can't understand."
"You don't have to," said Val softly. "No," added Betsy.
The breakfast meal was excellent. Val leaned back, dabbing at his lips with a cloth napkin.
"What say we play some tennis?"
"I was wondering when you'd invite me to use the courts," said Sandra with a smug grin.
"I'm warning you, Val," said Betsy. "Sandra's a real champ."
Sandra scrambled into the tennis outfit that Betsy had provided for her. She dashed out to the rear of the house. Val and Betsy waved to her as she approached the series of four courts their family owned.
"There's just one thing," said Val.
"What?" said Sandra, her eye on the racket that Betsy had handed her.
"I'm not to lose."
Sandra looked at him with one eye shut.
"Good luck," she said.
"He means it," said Betsy.
"So do I," said Sandra.
She and Betsy played the first match. Sandra won easily, making Betsy look all but awkward as the smaller girl strove to fend off her serves.
Betsy walked off the court, panting and grinning.
Val walked up. Sandra stepped back.
"Why don't you two go ahead and play? I'd like to get an idea of Val's style."
She was confused by the match. Betsy was a good player, and so was Val. But it seemed to her that Betsy missed shots she shouldn't have.
Val won.
Betsy stepped away, and Sandra took her side of the net.
Her first serve shot right past Val's head. He scowled, then grinned broadly. Sandra wiped up the court with him.
He jumped over the net, and extended his hand. Sandra clutched his fingers, grinning.
"Sorry about that. But I just don't know how to lose," she said.
"That I'll teach you after we swim," said Val.
Sandra quickly wriggled into her bikini and rejoined Val and Betsy at the edge of the pool.
They were both naked when she arrived.
She looked at them for a moment, then grinned and shrugged her shoulders.
"When, in Rome," she smiled.
She reached behind her back and untied the top of her bikini. She pulled it away from her torso, and let it drop to the lawn. She hooked her fingers under the waistband of the bikini bottoms, and shrugged them down her thighs.
Naked, she walked over to the edge of the pool and dove in. Val and Betsy dove in after her, cutting long strides through the chlorine-scented water. They emerged on the other side of the pool.
"Oh, that was great!" said Sandra enthusiastically, shaking her head. She curled her arm around Betsy's bare shoulders and gave her a tight hug.
Val squeezed the firm flesh of her thigh. She felt a sense of comfort in his touch, and realized again how much she'd come to love both of them.
A young man dressed as a waiter stopped by. He was carrying a tray with a bottle of wine and some glasses.
He set the tray down in front of them and stepped back.
"Will that be all, sir?"
"No," replied. Val. He looked at him for a moment. The young man stared back at him with a blank expression.
"Do you think you could make love to two women?"
Sandra shrank back.
"Sure," grinned the young man.
"Let's see," said Val. "Her first."
He gestured to Betsy. Betsy smiled, and spread-eagled herself out on the lawn.
The young man pulled down his pants and dropped to the lawn. He slid between Betsy's limbs, and inserted his member into her vagina.
Sandra watched as she wrapped her arms around him and began to groan passionately.
"Pull out before you orgasm," said Val.
The young man pulled himself out with a grunt, and let his member shoot its issue onto the smooth, white plane of Betsy's stomach.
He stood up, and stepped away.
"That's one," said Val.
Sandra leapt angrily to her feet.
"No!" she shouted. "You're not going to make me-"
Val interrupted her by leaping to his feet and pinning her bare arms to her sides. She struggled, twisting herself around, but was unable to break his hold.
He slowly pulled her down to the ground.
"No! Stop this right now!" she screamed out.
"Get her legs, won't you?" said Val to Betsy.
"You miserable, miserable SHITS!" screamed Sandra, throwing at them the ugliest word she knew.
Betsy grasped her ankles and pulled her legs apart. Val seated himself on her stomach, keeping her pinned to the ground. Betsy slowly raised up her knees and pulled her thighs apart.
"She's all ready for you," said Val to the servant.
The young man flashed him a questioning look. Sandra's manner was anything but pleasant. She lay beneath Val, spitting out a stream of curses.
Val winked at the servant. He smiled, a look of understanding crossing his face.
"Very good, sir," he replied.
His member sprang up, fully erect.
"Bravo!" shouted Val, clapping his hands. "Go to it."
He inserted himself into Sandra's private flesh.
"Monster!" Sandra roared out, feeling his member penetrating her.
He quickly emptied his issue into her womb, and pulled himself out. He stood up, and quickly adjusted his clothing.
"Will that be all, sir?"
"Yes, that will be fine," said Val.
He poured them each a glass of wine.
"Leave the bottle," said Val. He nodded and disappeared.
Val slowly picked himself up off of Sandra. She jumped to her feet, her eyes flashing with rage.
"How dare you do that to me! You've just had me raped! Raped! Do you understand that?"
"I understand that you are to do what you are told," said Val. "I think its high time for you to have another lesson."
"Oh, no you don't!"
Sandra made a sudden turn and sprinted across the lawn. Val got up with a laugh and ran after her. Betsy cried out and jumped up. She watched as the taller, faster man overtook Sandra and wrestled her to the ground. Betsy dashed over.
Sandra struggled fiercely as Val kept her down. Betsy grabbed Sandra's arm and helped Val pull her to her feet.
"Now what are you going to do to me!"
Val and Betsy dragged her across the lawn. She realized that she couldn't escape and went limp in their grasp.
"Good! You're going to cooperate," said Val.
"I have no choice," she said angrily.
She followed them back down to the basement. Val took a turn, and led her to a part of the cellar she'd never visited before. The floor was covered with a gritty dust. Sandra shivered at the feel of it against the soles of her bare feet.
"God! It's awful down here," she said.
"I love it, myself," chuckled Val.
"You aren't going to put me back in that awful cell, are you?" asked Sandra.
"No. I've something a lot more interesting in mind," chuckled Val.
He pushed open the door of a small, ugly-looking room and ushered Sandra inside. Betsy minced in after her.
Sandra shrank back, hovering in the doorway.
"I, I don't like the look of that thing," she said.
She was staring nervously at a couple of iron bars lying on the floor. The room was dark.
"No electricity," said Val.
Sandra squinted at what she could see of the metal rods. Val lit a candle. It's dim glow cast ghostly shadows through the room.
Sandra rubbed her feet--against the grit covering the floor.
"Couldn't I at least wear shoes and socks? It feels horrible in here."
"I'll get them," said Betsy. She darted quickly away.
Sandra leaned against the door, looking at Val coolly.
"Now. Please tell me the meaning of that little scene out there. I swear, I have never been more humiliated in all my life."
"You were ordered," said Val. "and you refused. Remember what we said about obeying?"
"Yes, but that has to do with you two. Not, not some servant!"
"Servants are people," said Val. "He'll never get another crack at a society beauty like you. Why deny him the pleasure? He'll eventually be married to a plain but honest woman."
"Why me?" snorted Sandra with disgust. Servants were there to wait on people. And wait on them silently. Her family treated the help well, but always considered the cooks and maids a part of the furniture.
"You have to learn to come off of it," said Val.
"But I have!" Her eyes flashed angrily as she spoke. "I, I've slept with you, I've slept with Betsy! What else do you want?"
"That is one of the things you have to learn for yourself," said Val quietly.
Betsy stepped up behind them, clutching a pair of saddle shoes and a pair of long socks. She handed them to Sandra. She pressed her back to the wall, grimacing at the grimy feel of the walls as she slid the socks up over her legs.
She jammed her feet into the shoes and tied them quickly. She stood up and folded her arms over her breasts.
"So what happens now?" she asked.
Val led her to the center of the room.
"I think you'd better take the shoes off," he said.
Sandra quickly untied the shoes again and kicked them aside.
He picked up the iron something she'd seen when she first entered the room. She shrank back, her eyes opened wide with fear.
"Don't put me in that," she said, a menacing tone in her voice.
Val was holding an iron bar. Each end of the bar was set into the center of another, shorter bar, the two smaller bars forming a metal tee with its bottom crossed. There was a metal ring on the end of each crossbar.
"Lift up your foot," said Val.
Sandra raised her leg, trembling slightly. Betsy stepped up behind her and clamped her hands firmly over Sandra's sides.
Val slipped the ring over her foot, and jerked it up past her ankle bone.
"Ow! Damn you!" yelled Sandra, as the metal struck the protruding bone.
He grunted again as he pulled the ring up her calf. He put her other foot through the other ring, then slid it up her leg.
"I don't like the feel of this at all," said Sandra.
"Bend," said Val.
Sandra bent her head towards the floor. "Wrong way," chirped Betsy. She jerked herself up again, and almost fell over. Betsy clasped her sides again.
"What in hell do you want me to do, then?" she asked angrily.
"Patience, patience," murmured Val. "Raise your arms over your head."
She stretched up her arms. Val stepped behind her, and grabbed her wrists. He slowly pulled her down.
"I can't bend over backwards!" she shouted.
"You're very supple," said Betsy. "That's one of the things I love about you."
"Thank you," murmured Sandra, a sarcastic note in her voice.
Val pulled her down until she was completely doubled over. Her voice became a hoarse rasp.
"I'm going to break if you keep me like this," she cried out.
Val slipped her hand through the metal rings affixed to the other crossbar. He quickly did the same with her other hand, and stepped back.
Sandra could barely tremble. She was totally trapped, incapable of moving her arms and legs.
Val walked quickly across the room and came back with an iron cross. The crossbars, each had a metal clamp affixed to them. He shoved the bar under her, and clamped the clamps shut around her upper arms. The cold metal dug cruelly into her soft skin.
"Why, why are you keeping me like this," asked Sandra, her voice filled with fear.
"To teach you," said Val.
"Teach me what!" Sandra tried to make herself sound angry. But her words came out as a frightened whine.
"You'll see," smiled Betsy. She walked up to Sandra and dropped down to a low crouch.
Sandra twisted her head around and stared at her.
Betsy darted her head forward and planted a hard kiss on Sandra's lips. She jerked back.
A small, thick wire dangled from the end of the upper bar. Val pulled it up over the lips of Sandra's vagina, and clipped its end to her pubic hairs. The wire tried to spring back up, but only pulled on the wiry blond hairs.
"OWWW, Oh, God!" screamed Sandra.
She wanted desperately to shoot her hands down to her tormented groin and pull the vicious wire away. But she couldn't even shake.
Val picked up the candle and walked over to her.
"Don't want you to strain your eyes in the dim light," he chuckled.
He tilted the candle and let a few drops of molten wax splash onto the smooth white plane of Sandra's stomach.
Her shriek filled the room, echoing hollowly off the stone walls. Val set the end of the candle down in the puddle of molten wax, then stepped away.
"We're going to leave you for a while," he said. "Think about all we've been telling you."
"No! Don't leave me like this! No!"
She shuddered as she heard the door to the room slam shut. She lifted her head, grimacing at the shocks of pain the movement produced. She gasped with horror as she saw the candle flickering atop her stomach.
It slowly dripped hot wax onto her tender flesh. The stinging pain atop her vagina slowly increased, then exploded.
Sandra started to cry. She felt the pressure atop her groin lessen, and realized that the wire had come away, taking a tuft of her pubic hair along with it. She sighed with relief.
Her shoulders and legs began to ache. She felt the wax continue to burn its way along her flesh, then gasped with horror.
The wax was slowly creeping towards the exposed flesh of her vagina.
"No! No!" she screamed out.
She waited in agony for the hot torture to reach her tenderest flesh. She was sure she was going to go mad from the pain.
Her whole world became one loud, terrified shriek as the wax pushed its way into her pubic hairs.
"Stop this, oh, stop this!" she shrieked.
She had never thought that there could be so much pain in the world. The wax continued its slow, steady march, and finally reached the lips of her vagina.' ".....
She let out a hoarse wail of anguish, feeling her vaginal lips catch fire from the awful touch of the molten wax.
Then the upper bar shot into her orifice, freed from the restraints of the wire.
"No!" her hoarse cry filled the room.
The cold metal dug horribly into her tender flesh. She gasped, and felt herself growing faint. The stinging agony of the wax began to seem distant, as if it wasn't her it was tormenting.
Her vision had become a grey haze. She thought she heard the door open, then saw Val and Betsy coming towards her through the haze.
She stared silently at them with glazed eyes. Val swiped at the candle, knocking it off her. It tumbled to the floor, flared, and went out.
Val quickly undid the clamps around her arms, and pulled the upper bar out from under her. He pulled her right hand out of the metal ring in the lower bar, then pulled out her left.
Betsy dashed over and helped her straighten herself up.
"Lift your leg," said Val softly.
Sandra silently raised her leg. She was only dimly aware of their presence in the room with her..
Val untied her shoe and pulled the ring off her foot. He did the same with the other ring, then tossed the crossbar aside.
It hit the floor with a loud, hollow clank. Sandra numbly turned her head around to look at the source of the sound.
"How are you now?" asked Betsy.
Sandra stared at her for a moment, then spoke quietly.
"I, I'm okay, I guess."
She shook her head from side to side. Val and Betsy led her out of the room and back to the living room upstairs.
She settled herself into the couch and leaned back. A confused look was spread across her face. She looked down numbly at the thin stream of dried wax on her stomach.
"You look puzzled," said Betsy softly.
"I am," she said dully. "I've just gone through the most terrible experience of my life."
CHAPTER EIGHT
She paused for a moment, then continued.
"I should hate you both terribly. By all I have been taught, by all I've seen for myself. But I can't. In fact, I've come to realize that I love both of you very much."
Val grinned broadly. Betsy's face lit up with happiness.
"You've finally learned," said Val, leaning back in his chair. "It was rough, but-"
"Wait a minute," interrupted Sandra. "I still don't quite understand it. All I said was that I love both of you."
Betsy jumped to her feet. "Let's go play in the dungeon!"
"All right," grinned Val. He pushed himself away from the table and followed behind her as she dashed towards the house.
Sandra watched them for a moment, then slowly picked herself up. It suddenly occured to her that she wanted nothing more than to join them in the cellar. She sprinted madly across the lawn.
As she approached the house, she saw that the dried wax was peeling painlessly off her skin. She smiled brightly, and quickened her pace.
"Come on," waved Betsy eagerly as she walked into the living room. Val was just pushing open the door leading to the cellar stairs.
Sandra dashed in after them, and sprinted down the stairs. By the time they had reached the lowest basement, they were all giggling ecstatically.
Sandra saw the love she felt for them blossom inside her and spread a warmth throughout her body. She laughingly pushed them aside and dashed into the cell.
"Well! You're in a hurry," chuckled Val, as he closed the door behind him.
Betsy was already pulling off her clothes. She was slowly moving towards the opened door as she undressed.
She watched as Val walked to a corner of the cell and busied himself with pulling off his pants.
Betsy motioned to the already naked Sandra to stand next to her. Sandra dashed over, wondering what she had in mind.
Betsy pointed to Val, then to the door with a sly wink.
Val turned his back as he pulled off his briefs.
"I'll take them, dearest," murmured Betsy.
"Here," said Val, handing them to her without turning around.
Betsy quickly scooped up the rest of Val's clothes. She tossed them out of the door.
"Hey! What are you doing?" laughed Val.
"Throwing away your clothes," chuckled Betsy.
Sandra suddenly realized what Betsy was planning to do. She picked up her clothes, and threw them out. Betsy did the same.
"Why not?" said Val with a shrug.
He started walking over to the straw mat. He sat down slowly, and looked up at them with a huge grin.
Then Betsy grabbed Sandra's arm and dragged her quickly out of the cell. She shut the door with a loud slam. Sandra heard a clinking sound, indicating that the action had locked the door.
Val jumped up with a roar.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!"
"Locking you up tight, darling," murmured Betsy. "Sandra and I have an appointment in the living room."
"It's nice in there, really," Sandra called out. They dashed down the hall.
Val pounded on the door with tightly knotted fists, screaming curses at them.
"So loud, so loud," murmured Betsy.
"Isn't he?" replied Sandra.
They walked back up to the living room.
"Well! It looks like that cell isn't as ancient as it looks. A slam lock! Really now!"
"Well, it's better to modernize, I guess," said Betsy, with a sheepish grin.
They stretched themselves out on the living room rug.
"How long do you think we should leave him in there?" asked Sandra.
"I don't know. A couple of hours, I guess. Val doesn't like being confined too much."
"Well, anybody can get used to anything," replied Sandra.
Betsy giggled and wrapped her arms tightly around her. They made love for a few hours.
Sandra sat up, covered with sweat.
"Think we should undo him now?"
"Oh, not right now," said Betsy. "I'm all sweated up, and so are you. We don't want him to see us like this, do we?"
"Most certainly not!" replied Sandra eloquently.
They dashed out to the pool.
"A couple of turns and then we'll let him go," said Sandra. "Okay?"
"Okay," replied Betsy, and dove into the pool.
They swam about for fifteen minutes and dried themselves quickly. They dashed down to the cellar.
Betsy paused as she entered the corridor.
"Val! Are you there?" she called out.
"YES! WHERE WOULD I BE?" came the angry reply. The stone walls echoed the cry back and forth across the corridor.
Val's pants were lying in a crumpled heap near the door. Betsy fished the key out of his pocket, and quickly unlocked the cell.
Val stepped out, a haughty expression on his face.
"So! What shall I do?" he said somberly. "Whatever you want, I guess," said Sandra demurely. "Come!"
His tone was one of command, but Sandra could sense a note of amusement in his voice.
He ushered them into a small, bare room. A dirty rubber mat was stretched along the room's back wall.
Val produced a coil of rope.
"Betsy! On the mat!"
Betsy stepped up onto the mat. Val ordered her to sit, leaning her shoulder blades against the wall behind her.
He told Sandra to sit down next to Betsy, then wrapped the rope tightly around her, pinning her arms to her sides.
He grasped Sandra's waist and grinned broadly.
"Since you two have become such good friends, I figure it would be nice if I let you stay together for a while. Have a good time now."
He nestled Sandra's shoulder against Betsy's bare waist. He stepped back.
"Interesting," he mused.
"Sandra. You do love Betsy, don't you?"
"Oh, yes," breathed Sandra. She nestled against her.
"Good! Then you won't mind following a few simple instructions."
"No, not at all."
Betsy turned a loving gaze on her. Sandra noticed with a start that she was wearing her glasses. Her nudity had obscured them.
"Lick her nipple," said Val. "The hair, too."
Betsy's nipple grew firm and hard. Sandra pressed the tip of her tongue to the roughened flesh surrounding it. Betsy murmured.
"Now take it in your mouth," said Val. "The whole breast, or as much as you can accommodate."
She opened her mouth as wide as she could and took Betsy's breast between her lips. The soft white flesh bunched up around her mouth, and Betsy's nipple pressed firmly against the tip of her tongue.
"Now bite," said Val. "And I want to see blood!"
Betsy shivered as Sandra slowly sank her teeth into the flesh of her breast.
"Oh! Darling!" she cried out.
Sandra grazed the soft skin until she felt a touch of wetness at the tip of her tongue. A tiny red mark, exuding a few drops of blood was showing on Betsy's breast when she withdrew her mouth.
"Now the armpit," said Val.
Sandra slowly ducked her head down. She felt a momentary flash of disgust, then quickly brushed the feeling aside.
She slowly extended her tongue, and ran the flat of the pink flesh along the thickly-haired surface of Betsy's armpit.
"Oh! It's good," Betsy gasped passionately.
"I think it needs a little more," mused Val. "Really do it! Grind on it!"
Sandra opened her mouth as wide as she could and pressed her lips firmly over Betsy's armpit. She made loud sucking noises with her lips, amazingly delighted at the feel of the hairy flesh in her mouth.
Val untied her about fifteen minutes later. They went upstairs to the living room again.
Betsy and Sandra seated themselves on the couch. Val slid into an easy chair across from them. He stretched out his long, hairy legs and grinned from ear to ear.
"You two really gave me a rough time of it in there," he said. "I swear, I was ready to tear the walls apart!"
"Oh, you must have been furious," chuckled Betsy.
"That's hardly the word. Say. I really haven't punished you two at all, have I?"
"No, you haven't," said Betsy.
Sandra looked a bit nervous.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"How about a good, old-fashioned whipping?"
"Great!" yelled Betsy, leaping to her feet.
Sandra looked undecided for a moment. Then her face brightened. Her eyes shone as she spoke.
"I think that would be a really good idea," she said, her voice a soft purr.
"Come on!" Betsy grabbed her arm, and they skipped out of the living room.
Val followed quickly behind them. He laughed as Betsy pushed her way into a basement room.
Sandra stepped immediately over to the board embedded with iron clamps. She placed her wrists in the clamps.
"Me first, all right?"
"Fine," said Val.
He walked across the room and came back brandishing a long, thin leather whip.
He held the whip handle silently in front of Sandra's face.
She leaned over and kissed it. He pulled the handle away, then closed the clamps tightly over her wrists.
The first stroke of the whip plunged her into a whirlpool of stinging agony. The second made her feel happier than she had in years.
When Val took her hands out of the clamps, she couldn't believe it was over so soon.
EPILOGUE
Sandra woke up slowly. She felt a sadness passing over her, and realized it was because this was to be her last full day at the Clark's.
A maid knocked softly on the door to her room.
"Come in, please," murmured Sandra. Persis pushed her way into the room, a pile of garments draped over her arm.
"Miss Betsy asked me to dress you," she said. "And to see if there is anything else that you would like me to do."
"I wonder if this is a test," thought Sandra to herself. "I'll go along. If I'm wrong, well, apologies will be offered all around."
She sat at the edge of her bed as Persis carefully laid out the garments. She stood up and pulled her nightgown up over her head.
Persis was puttering with something in a corner of the room.
Sandra walked up to her, completely naked.
"As a matter of fact, Persis," she said, "there is something you can do for me."
"Yes, miss?"
Sandra stared at her for a moment.
"Take off your clothes."
She half-expected the maid to react with shock and surprise. But Persis just smiled.
"As you wish," she said.
She walked over to the bed and reached behind her back. Sandra watched as she fumbled with the drawstring of her apron.
"I'll help you with that," she purred.
She stepped up behind her and quickly untied the pull string. The apron dropped and landed in the floor in a white-lace heap.
"Let me unzip you," murmured Sandra.
She slowly pulled down the zipper in back of the black maid's dress that Persis was wearing. The garment slid slowly down the girl's legs, and she stepped out of it. "Don't want to get it all dirty now, do we?"
"No, miss," smiled Persis.
She stood before Sandra, clad only in a pair of panties.
"Why don't you lie down, miss?" she asked.
Sandra smiled and stretched herself out on the bed. Persis slid up next to her.
Sandra raised her knees and spread her legs wide apart. Persis murmured as she crawled between her spread-eagled limbs.
Sandra was thrown into a whirlpool of fleshy ecstasy. She changed places with the maid, and buried her face in the young girl's crotch.
She found herself intoxicated by the delicious female scent.
When she had finished, Persis dressed her.
"You're to join them at the pool," she said.
"Very well," replied Sandra.
She chuckled to herself at how much her attitude towards other people had changed.
She gasped as she approached the edge of the pool. Val and Betsy were seated at a poolside table.
Val was naked. Betsy was fully dressed.
"Good morning," said Sandra to Betsy.
She knew immediately what was going on.
She didn't look at Val.
They ate a slow and casual breakfast. Betsy leaned back, wiping off her lips with a napkin. "Val."
"Yes, dear?"
"Get us something to refresh ourselves with, won't you?"
He pushed himself away from the table and stood up without saying a word. He sprinted across the lawn and returned with a bottle of wine.
"No, damn you!" shouted Betsy, slamming her fist down hard on the formica surface of the table.
"What, what is wrong?" mumbled Val, an abashed look crossing his face.
"Wine in the morning. You know damn well we smoke, not drink at this time of day!"
"I'm, I'm sorry," said Val.
"I think he should be punished," said Sandra grimly.
"Oh, so do I," said Betsy.
"Don't do anything to me," mumbled Val.
"Come on!"
Betsy pushed herself away from the table and stood up. Val trailed behind as she and Sandra led him to the house.
"You're going to get a real good lesson;" said Betsy.
