Subject: FANTASIA: Remember, Sylvia?
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi


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                      REMEMBER, SYLVIA?
                        by V.P. Viddler

   "I want you to watch this," an older man said to a younger. Both
sat across a desk from a young woman in that woman's office. The
young woman was sitting in a comfortable chair, elegantly dressed,
with each wrist handcuffed to an arm of the chair.

   "I ask you with all my soul not to do this," the woman said.

   "Why, Sylvia," the older man said. "I told Buddy I would make
you crawl for him. I can't disappoing him, can I? Buddy is so
anxious to watch you crawling. Isn't that right, Buddy?"

   "God, yes," Buddy said.

   "I won't," Sylvia said.

   "No?" the older man said.

   "Kyle--I beg you--" Sylvia said.

   "Watch," Kyle said. "I won't even have to touch her. Will I,
Sylvia?"

   "You filthy bastard," Sylvia said.

   "All right, Buddy," Kyle said. "I'm going to ell you about the
last time I saw Sylvia."

   "No," Sylvia said. "Don't."

   Kyle smiled. "Actually, I was not the only man who saw Sylvia on
that occasion. I was just one of six, wasn't it, Sylvia? Six. All
of us there for only one purpose, of course--to participate in the
grinding into dirt of Sylvia's body and Sylvia's soul."

   "Don't," Sylvia said.

   "I can recall it vividly," Kyle said. "I can see you hanging
there in mid-air, spreadeagled, straining, without a stitch of
clothing on that fantastic body. Wrists and ankles bound with ropes
lashed to hooks in the ceiling, rings in the floor. Absolutely
suspended in air, pulled four ways, skin so taut it practically
thrummed. Blaring nakedness. Breasts straining upward, tight,
nipples pointing. Long luscious lovely legs taut and quivering. Not
able to move a muscle. Remember, Sylvia?"

   Sylvia was sobbing. "No. Please. Don't."

   "And not making a sound," Kyle said. "Oh, a small sound now and
then, whimpering, mewling--all that could be heard through that gag
in Sylvia's mouth. That gag consisting of Sylvia's own panties,
which we had made Sylvia put into her mouth as we had watched her
strip for us. Remember, Sylvia?"

   Sylvia was gasping now, and squirming. "Bastard. Please stop.
Please."

   Kyle moved around Sylvia's desk and unlocked the cuff on
Sylvia's right wrist. "Now you can play with yourself if you like,"
Kyle said.

   Sylvia was crying.

   "All Sylvia could move was her head. But not after I bound her
hair with thin cord and ran that to the ceiling, pulling her head
up so high, making her strain her neck, bringing awful pain to her
scalp. Just holding still was agonizing, wasn't it, Sylvia? And
when you had to move--as with each lash across that helpless body--
how that agony was made insupportable! Right, Sylvia?"

   Sylvia was moaning, her hand sliding involuntarily up under her
skirt. Kyle was smiling.

   "And then the whipping began. Remember, Sylvia? Two men in front
of you, two in back. Taking turns. Whipping you with long, broad
leather straps. In rhythm. While you tried so hard to scream
through that gag. Hitting your breasts. Your thighs. Your stomach.
Your back. Your pussy. Your buttocks. And breasts again. And
thighs. And stomach--"

   Sylvia slid off her chair, going to her knees on the floor,
crouching forward, moaning, sobbing, gasping.

   Kyle said, "Good girl," and unlocked the left cuff.

   Sylvia made animal sounds, shaking as she bowed to the floor.
Scrabbling at her clothing.

   "Go ahead, Sylvia. Strip. Just as we made you do for us that
night. Baring that young soft body. Preparing yourself for your own
immolation. Remember how you crawled for us, Sylvia? Remember how
you begged? Remember how that mouth serviced us all, again and
again, all night long? Crying all the while. Lick the floor,
Sylvia. Now. Lick the floor so Buddy can see just how much of a low
stinking animal cunt slut slave you are."

   Sylvia was growling out gasps and babblings and now lay flat on
her stomach and with both hands began pulling her skirt up over her
long legs, up over calves and thighs and hips, up around her waist,
while she put out her tongue and began licking furiously at the
dirty floor.

   "Tell Buddy to piss on you," Kyle said.

   "Please for god's sake no yes Buddy piss on me piss all over me
piss me drown me I'll suck your cock whip me fuck me kill me!"

   "Crawl," Kyle said. "Crawl for Buddy," and Sylvia was sobbing
and crawling and crawling and Buddy pissed and came...