~Subject: FANTASIA: My Morning with Victor  (mf, nc, pain etc)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
~Date:Aug 1994 : alt.sex.stories

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                    MY MORNING WITH VICTOR
                      by V.P. Viddler

    "This room is soundproof, as you know," Victor said. "You can
shout as much as you want. I don't mind. I don't mind at all."

   "Victor," I said. "If I can do anything at all--"

   "No," Victor said. "You can't. So don't ask. All right?"

   "But--"

   "No," Victor said. "Now if you do what I say and do it right you
can go back tonight. Still living."

   "I'll do anything," I said.

   "I know that," Victor said. "But I'm talking about tonight. You
can't do anything about what I'm going to do this morning."

   "I'm afraid," I said. "I'm so afraid. Can't I do anything to
stop it?"

   "If you don't stop asking that, it's going to cost you a lot,"
Victor said. "And you might not go back at all. Is that what you
want?"

   "No," I said quickly. "I'm sorry, Victor. I'm sorry. It's just
that I'm so afraid."

   "I know," Victor said. "That's good."

   "I can't stand pain," I said.

   "Too bad," Victor said. "Too bad you didn't think about that on
Friday."

   "I'm sorry," I said. "If I could do anything to undo that--"

   "You can't," Victor said. "All you can do now is know pain for
it. A lot of pain. I'm good at causing pain. You probably know
that. And I'm going to show you how good I am at it. I'm going to
do that all morning. And I'm going to find a lot of joy in it. I'm
going to punish you for what you did, and I'm going to show you how
you won't want to do it again. It's going to hurt you a lot, and
I'm going to do it slowly, and I'm going to absorb all your pain
and all your agony and all your shouting and twisting and crying
and passing out and waking up and all that horror--"

   "Oh god," I said, and I was shaking and almost sobbing. "Oh god,
oh god, I can't, Victor, I won't, I'm sorry, I'll--

   "But I'm not going to kill you," Victor said. "Not this morning.
And not at all if you do what I say, and do it right. In your pain
and agony and horror. But if you don't, I'll do it all again. Only
it will go on for days. And then I'll kill you."

   "I'll do it," I said. "Anything. Anything, Victor, I'll do it
good, I'll--"

   "I'll find that out," Victor said. "But first, this morning. I
think you should probably strip your clothing off now."

   I was shaking. "All right," I said. "All right, Victor. I'll do
what you say." And I took off my clothing for him.

   Until now, Victor had not known my body without clothing. Now it
was his to look at, his to command. His to hurt. Victor was going
to put this body through awful agonizing horror, and I was standing
and stripping it for him. I did it slowly and thoroughly. Taking
off all my clothing. Baring my body for him. Knowing this body was
his to punish; that Victor would soon bind it, tightly and
painfully. I did not know how, if I would hang by my wrists,
kicking vainly, body twisting in air; or lying tautly bound to four
posts, arms pulling tightly, thighs straining, body writhing; or
arching agonizingly, bosom thrusting toward who knows what
approaching pain; or straddling a thin bar, thighs far apart, hands
bound in back, hair bound also, holding up my body but allowing it
to sit fully on that thin wood bar knifing into my vagina; and
Victor watching, happily absorbing it all, my agony making him want
my body, knowing it would bow to him, do anything for him, to him;
loving my pain and adding to it with-- what? Whipping? Probably.
Burning? Possibly. Stabbing, ripping, slow mutilation? But Victor
had said I would go back. If I was good to him. In my pain. Through
my agony. If I would crawl for him and squirm for him and fuck for
him and suck him with my mouth. I would do all that. I did not know
if that was all. I was afraid of what Victor might want, for I did
not know if I could do it if--if this morning was--oh god, this
morning. I took it all off and stood still for him.

   "Now," Victor said. "I want only truth. All right?"

   "All right."

   "Only truth," Victor said. "I will know if it isn't."

   I could only nod.

   "Now. What is it that you most of all do not want Victor to do
to you? Most of all. I must know."

   "Don't ask that," I said. "You can't ask that. You can't."

   "I'm asking," Victor said.

   I was crying.

   Victor was waiting.

   And finally I told him.

   And Victor did it.

   For hours.

   I could not pass out. I could not pass out. I was crying and
howling and writhing and twisting and squirming and babbling and
kicking and squalling and flailing. For hours. All morning long.
But Victor was just starting. His morning was not our morning. His
morning was all day.

   "Will you do it again?" Victor said, smiling.

   "No," I said. If I could talk. "No. No."

   "What about that man," Victor said. "That man you did it all
for, that you said you would do anything for, what about him?"

   "I'll kill him for you," I said. "If you stop this I'll kill him
for you. I will."

   "If I stop this," Victor said, going on with it, "how will you
kill him?"

   "I will cut his balls off," I said. "God, if you don't do it
again I'll crush his balls and I'll cut his thing off, slowly, and
I'll bring it to you."

   "You'll put it in your mouth," Victor said, going on with it.

   "I w-will, I--Christ! I'll but it in my mouth and I'll grind it
up and swallow it."

   "Start shouting again," Victor said, doing it so I would. Victor
was good at bringing out that kind of shouting, and did it a lot.
"If you go back," Victor said, "I want you to fuck Grossman."

   I couldn't stand Grossman. Nobody could. Grossman was a pig,
horrifying to look at, sick-making to think about.

   "I will," I said. "I will I will I will Victor don't god no stop
I will I'll fuck Grossman, I'll fuck him as much as you want, I'll
suck him, I'll lick his ass, I'll do anything, Victor, don't, stop,
all right."

   "Now I'll do this," Victor said. And did. I didn't think it
would hurt as much. I was wrong.

   I was wrong a lot that day. My throat was raw. My body was
nothing but throbbing agony.

   And that night I did it all for Victor. Again and again. All of
it. Without stopping. Victor using my body, my cunt, my mouth, my
ass, my bosom. My mind and my soul. My dignity, my will. All of it.

   At dawn Victor said I could go.

   "Thank you, Victor," I said.

   "Go to Grossman," Victor said. "Now."

   "All right, Victor," I said.

   "And," Victor said, "show him how to do what I did to you."

   "Oh," I said.

   "All of it," Victor said.

   "Must I do that?" I said.

   "Do you want to stay?" Victor said.

   "No," I said. "All right. I will show him. I will do it."

   "I will think about you doing that," Victor said. "If Grossman
says you didn't do that, or that you didn't do anything Grossman
says, and do it right, I'll bring you back. For good."

   "I will," I said. "May I go now, Victor?"

   "Kiss my foot," Victor said, and I did...