Chapter 8
Stubbinsburg Jail.
Possessing two females, Bill's field of erotic fantasy is much enlarged. Jollie and I are both in the cage, bars surround us as we sit, nakedly, on the solitary bench. My own nudity is untrammeled by constraints, Jollie is heavily ironed with the relics of another age. Thus, Bill enjoys the best of both worlds. Our backs and bottoms are similarly vivid with stripes.
"That man outta' his mind. He plumb crazy 'bout us gals ... !" It is a repeat, Jollie has said it several times since she was whipped. In disbelief she tests the ancient irons Bill has locked on her everywhere: Ankles, wrists, waist, neck ... ! She is a walking hardware store. But she cannot walk, on her right foot is the Oregon boot. She is a graphic case of the Mighty fallen. The fact is her ripe plenitude has been too much for Bill's concupiscence, it has aroused in him a carnality I have not touched. She bemoans it now.
"He's coming to fuck me - with yo' lookin'. The son-of-a-bitch, he's screwing me more ways'n one." She rattles her chains in disgust. "I done a lot o' things, but I ain't never bin' in no jackpot like this here. I bin fucked to a fare ye well, but I ain't never bin whipped since back with pappy ... The bastard! I like to die the way he was lacing into me."
We nurse our wounds and our dolour for less than an hour before Bill shows up. Fact is, he can't stay away, punished naked girls have become the whole purpose of his life. He carries rope and an unpleasant riding crop. He beckons to me.
"Are you going to whip me again?" My gaze is on the crop.
He laughs. For him, anything we do or say is a delight. We are female, with marked skin. He waves the crop. "You don't, neither of you, need to feel this if you behave. You going to behave, Carrie?"
I behave. I am too scared of punishment to do anything else. Bill locks me in the cage next door. Automatically I go to the bars, clutch them, and peer back into the cell from which he has taken me. Bill is enraptured and examines me from every angle. For him it is a Thing. He's welcome to it. "You going to behave too, Jollie?"
"Shit, man, I gotta'! What yo' want?"
What Bill wants is easy with a female as totally helpless as His Wardress. He only has to remove a chain between her ankles to be able to tie her down to the bench in the obscene manner he desires. Jollie says nothing, she is resigned - and, I suppose, having been a whore ... !
"I give yo' much better time, mistah, yo' lets me loose?"
"Hmmmm, I don't think so." His eyes are alight with conquest. Bill Coro is about to copulate in a fantasy all his own. I am glad it's Jollie and not me tied down to that bench. Bill examines Jollie's exposed pussy, like all else about her it is superlative, a truly beautiful mound with plump but tidy lips.
"You know what I'm going to do to this, don't you?"
"I'spose. Go ahead, boss man. Yo' aint the fust."
Bill Coro fucks his tied down Wardress, I watch. I have been told that, if I do not watch, he will use the crop on me. Human coitus is rarely a thing of beauty, it is not now. But I dare not close my eyes.
Bill makes his shackled Wardress moan and make small female sounds - or perhaps Jollie is simply an accomplished whore, wishing to please. I wonder if wives make those sounds for the same reasons! I bet they don't bother. After Bill has had his orgasm be backs away and starts to lightly whip the cunt he has used. I tense in shock, Jollie pleads: "Don' do that, Mistah, there ain't no need."
"There is every need, Jollie - watch!"
He is right. Bill's cock responds to the flicking snaps of the crop across Jollie's place that is no longer secret. By the time her pubic area is well suffused he is once more hard. He fucks her again with vigour.
It goes on and on. It is not so much the repeated penis thrusts that matter as the regenerating splats of the tip of the crop on female flesh and hair. They are effective but they are cruel. Finally they fail. Bill Coro is satisfied. It has been a long, long time, my fingers on the bars are white.
"Carrie can untie you, she's got nothing else to do." He looks down at his rape, and makes a theatrical gesture. From his pocket he withdraws a thousand dollar bill. He exhibits it to Jollie and to me, he then rolls it into small compass and gently inserts it within the heated sheath he has violated so many times. With quick motions, the finality of satiety, he takes his crop, changes my cage, and departs. Everything is as it was except that Bill Coro's sperm now rests within Jollie's wet sheath where now nestles a damp one thousand dollar bill.
I quickly untie my Wardress and throw aside the rope in disgust. Bill has forgotten to chain Jollie's ankles again, but it does not matter, she is still well loaded with iron and both of us are still locked behind bars. I lift the Oregon Boot for her back to the floor, she has worn it throughout Bill's assaults on her vagina, no doubt it was one of the eroticisms which spurred his potency.
"Well, he done it, he done me good and proper."
Jollie spreads her legs and starts fishing. With a sigh of relief she withdraws Bill's thousand dollar payment for her suffering. "Thass one helluva' lot o' money." She says reverently as she smoothes it out. "Ah ain't never made that much dough this quick before."
"What good is it? You can't spend it in here."
"Mebbee I can't, but for a thousand bucks he can whup my ass anytime, honey."
I look at her glorious nakedness, it is terribly wealed, but Jollie shines through her wounds to make them only a passing irritant. I wish I could wear mine with equal unconcern. Incredulously I ask: "You'd ask him to whip you again for another of those bills?"
"Sure. So would you if you was as broke as I bin'." She chuckles. "Don' know where I'm a'goin' to hide this grand, not lessen' I puts it back where it come from."
"He can easy take it away from you. I bet he does." "Honey, it don' look it right now, but some way I'm goin' ter make somethin' outta' that asshole." She looks down at the Oregon boot in which her foot is lost. "Ain't no use me fightin'." She mourns. "What I gotta' do is sweet talk that bastard into puttin' me back in uniform."
"And let him make you whip me again?"
"Honey, yo' jest leave things to me. Jollie knows men from asshole to tip. I'm a goin' ter git me outta' this."
"And what about me? Won't you help-?"
Bill's voice cuts me off. Like I said, he can't stay away. He's got girls, so he's going to enjoy 'em. He beckons me to the bars. "Stick your arms back through, honey."
Bill is taking no chances with a girl unbound. He pulls my hands back outside between two bars. With thin cord he ties my wrists. Not 'till then does he open the door and extract me from the cage. He has me half way down the passage before he explains. "A touch of solitude, sweetheart, I just have to see how it works."
My wrists hurt and I am once more helpless, so I pad along beside him. Bill has a fine firm grip on my arm. We soon stand in the dismal place where girls were taken to be punished. He opens a narrow iron door beyond which there is only darkness. I quail.
"Bill, oh please don't put me in there, I'll go crazy."
"I don't think you will, honey, but I sure am interested."
"Bill, you've had me whipped, isn't that enough for one day?"
"But this won't hurt. It's something different. I want you to try it out and then tell me about it." He is wrong about the hurt. He ties my elbows, that hurts plenty. "What do I have to be tied for?" I ask petulantly. "I can't ever get out of a place like that."
"They discovered that being tied had a very potent effect on a girl." He explains helpfully. "In the way of punishment, that is. They envision all sorts of things in the dark: snakes and rats and such, and without their hands -"
"But that's awful!"
"The records don't record any ill effects. They put a girl in here for a month once."
"Bill, not ... not ... ?"
"No not you, sweetheart, not a month for you. But, of course, I can't tell you how long."
"Yes you could. I won't have any idea about time." I look into the black hole that has waited for me for a century, and all my courage dissolves. Bound and naked in there ... ! It is unthinkable. I turn in appeal. "Please, Bill, don't lock me in there, I'll scream myself into insanity the first hour."
"You may not be there an hour." He says patiently. "Of course, it could be several days ... But what you said about screaming is interesting. The old boys found it best to gag their girls in solitary. The screaming did the little dears more harm than the dark, so they kept them mute."
"Mute?"
"Yes. They gagged the girl before she was put inside."
"Bill, you're not going to gag me? I won't - !"
The gag is of fine leather, it has a thick rubber penis to go inside my mouth. I am too demoralized to struggle, and too helpless. This way Bill has tied my wrists and arms is worse than a strait jacket, far worse than chains. I open my mouth and get it full of rubber cock, the leather compresses my lips and cheeks ... I shake my head in disbelief, I try and speak but there is nothing, nothing ... ! Bill laughs at my evident dismay. "I'm pleased with it." He assures me, "You look well with it, it's cute."
Damn him! But when he propels me toward the narrow door I simply know I must not go inside. I fall to me knees and thrust my gagged face against the fabric of his pants in a mutely abject petition for mercy. He picks me up and carries me where I will not walk. He dumps me on the concrete, he goes, he locks the door. I am inside.
The dark claims me. They were right about the rats; I people this black hole with everything girls hate. For all I know, there could be a rapist waiting for me to bump into him. Rats and snakes would be too commonplace for this, but the thought of mice causes me to cross my legs in terror. I scream and make no sound.
The concrete is unkind so I get to my feet, and now I know what they meant about the loss of hands, I need to reach and to feel but I cannot. I can only explore this place by dragging a bare shoulder along the walls ... or with my toes. I find a wall and lean against it. I am trembling.
I refuse to fight the dark, it has already defeated me. I would do anything or be anything to get out of here. It is worse than being back in the womb, it is not even warm. Impelled by the pathetic hope of prisoners I begin my inevitable survey, keeping my shoulder in contact with the concrete I take my fearful steps. Soon I find the door, I test it with shoulder and knee. It is as solid as the wall - but what else should I expect! I back against it and use my captive fingers to seek a handle, a lock, anything ... but there is nothing. I complete the circle and learn I am in a very small space which contains nothing at all except me, it contains Me with the finality of a grave.
My elbows assert themselves. It is a hateful and wickedly effective tie which also wracks my shoulders and makes my breasts feel like melons. The nagging pain of it is my only companion in the dark. I try and set it aside to think of Bill and wonder if he is actually insane or only a bumbling buffoon. If he is insane I have nothing but perpetual imprisonment to look forward to. He will whip me constantly but will he know enough to stop when my body is covered with his weals! If only he would fuck me the way he has fucked Jollie, I think there would be hope then, sometime when he was on top of me and his lust appeased he might feel compassion. Without that he will continue to regard me as an inexhaustible reservoir of erotic delights. This jail is a testimony to the permanence of his intent. I am here for life. If my reaction to this black hole sparks his libido he will lock me in here often.
The hours pass. I weep and weep again. My arms settle to a dull ache. Eventually I settle for the concrete floor, I cannot stand forever. I lean against the concrete wall and, I suppose, I go to sleep.
It is understandable that Fraulein Lotte Schopen should open the door. The door is not of iron, it is of wood. Fraulein has given me a small imprisonment in the dark within a heavy wardrobe. I am bound and gagged as Bill left me. I step into daylight gratefully and fall to my knees, head bowed, I cannot speak.
"Four hours, little one. You feel less contrary?"
I nod vigorously, and am relieved of the gag. I express my thanks most humbly but remain in my penitent posture. Lotte has broken me thoroughly. My whole life now is an effort to evade punishments. She raises me to my feet and leads me to my Aunt Hester. "The wardrobe, madam. She is contrite."
"Ah yes! I am so pleased with dear Caroline's progress under your authority, Fraulein. How beautifully she is bound! Really, you are an artiste in this discipline of girls."
"Thank you, madam."
"Do you think she can carry off our little demonstration for Mrs. Craigmyle and her outrageous child? They are almost due."
"Indeed yes, madam. Caroline is becoming a model of deportment-and I have explained the penalties - !"
This dream is absurd. I know I am dreaming but I don't want to wake, not in Bill's dark punishment cell. This Victorian nonsense is better than blind solitude. I follow Lotte Schopen to the bathroom where she washes my face and my pussy and tidies my hair. I am not untied, I can do nothing for myself. She perfumes me expensively and leads me forth. Dream imposed memories set me to trembling.
Mrs. Craigmyle is another Aunt Hester, her outrageous child is another Me, but a year younger: They appraise my bound nakedness with awe. I suspect they have never before beheld Teutonic discipline. I am' to be an object lesson for this poor girl.
"Fraulein Lotte Schopen gets right down to basics." Aunt Hester says proudly. "She has achieved miracles with Caroline. I am sure your dear Rosie will benefit
from the punishment she is about to witness."
"No clothes ... !" Mrs. Craigmyle has her mouth open and her startled gaze fixed on my pussy. "Nothing on - ?"
"Nudity is implicit in discipline. Frauline says firmly.
"Ah, yes! I suppose - !" Mrs. Craigmyle swallows twice. "Rosie, I trust you observe - ?" "Yes, Mother." Rosie, too, looks at my pubic hair and my budding breasts ... Both of us are at that age! "Mother, I think she's tied up."
"Such severe strictures!" Mrs. Craigmyle is striving to cope. "And I suppose that is a gag?"
"She has been prone to impudence, the gag inhibits. But she is about to be relieved of constraint in readiness for the punishment you have come to witness."
"Ah, yes. How very interesting." Mrs. Craigmyle's mouth is dry. She swallows hard. "Rosie, pay attention." Rosie pays attention while I am untied. She is both scared and intrigued. When the gag comes from my mouth with a plop I say a meek "Thank you." I massage my rope weals under startled eyes. As though by magic Fraulein Schopen now holds a slender yellow cane. She flexes it to show how supple it can be for the tender palms of girls. "We are ready, madchen, you may commence your penance."
It all comes back. I have been rehearsed. I step daintily into what has become a stage. "I request punishment." I intone demurely. "I have been a naughty girl."
I kneel and kiss the cane, I extend a brave bare arm and ask, politely: "Please cane my hand." My palm is taut.
The pain is withering. This has been done to me before but I will never get used to it. My voice trembles as I say "Thank you, Fraulein." And offer my other palm to be cut. Rosie's eyes are popping. Everyone seems to be breathing heavily, including me.
It is a cruel thing to do to girls, this caning of their hands. We cannot bear it. It is too awful. But bear it we must, and do! But the pain bestows virtue: at least that is what we are told, and I cannot dispute. My throbbing hands and arms are making me vow virtues beyond imagining. Trying not to audibly sob, I thrust out hand number one for its second stroke. Each of my hands is to receive three.
One would suppose that, enduring five, I could manage six. But I muff the last. My arm takes to itself a life of its own and pulls back to miss its punishment. I am only a girl, and my flesh is tender.
Fraulein is furious. She controls her chagrin with polite regrets for my fallibility. But goodness knows how many hours I must spend in the wardrobe now. Rosie watches in shock as I am again bound and once more gagged. I walk ahead of Lotte to the bedroom for my new incarceration. Out of sight of company my tears flow freely.
"I am disappointed, Caroline. This time your sentence will be long. You are a foolish child." She opens the wardroom door. "Please to step inside."
Obediently I step into my tiny prison. The door is slammed and locked. Darkness possesses me. I allow myself to sink miserably to the floor, my palms throb unbearably, it is all hopeless ... !
I drift into wakefulness, cold concrete tells me I am back in Bill's solitary confinement. I open one eye but close it quickly, the blackness is too fearful. I want unconsciousness ... if I am to be here for hours or days ... ! I mustn't panic, I mustn't! I drift away from the dark. Seven hours. It is past midnight when Jollie opens the iron door. She is dressed again as a wardress, her grin is from ear to ear. I remain mute and helpless, but am most willing, as she leads me silently from the Jailhouse into the garage. There my ropes are cut, my gag unbuckled. I am given a dress and shoes and a set of keys. "You'se goin' home, chicken." She says triumphantly.
"But you, Jollie?" I am slipping into the dress and feeling for the shoes with bare feet. "You're coming too?"
"Hell no, that man done me dirt, so I'm settin' yo' free. Ain't right nowhow ter keep a gal' like yo' in this here jail - and whippin' yo' and all. But it's different with me. I tole you I'd fuck him into bein' sensible, well thass what ah done. Soon as he locks you inside he comes back to the cage - that man can't stay away from nothin' with a cunt." _She chuckles gleefully. "I fixes him but good. Takes me an hour or two of sweet talk and a blow job to git rid o' them chains and that iron boot, and a couple more hours to git me job back, and that's 'bout it. Honey, you's home free. The boss man he's fast asleep, fucked to a frazzle."
"You'll be all right, Jollie?"
"Hell yes, he can't handle me the way he can you. I'll tie him in knots if he give me shit. Meanwhile I got me a job. Here, you better take this." She stuffs something in my hand. It is the thousand dollar bill. "Now get in that car and drive like crazy. I'll look after the door."
We hug and we kiss. I am too overwrought and joyous to talk coherently. Within a minute I am driving down the road. Bill is losing his car as well as his slave.
I let myself into our apartment in early afternoon. Bill had taken me miles and miles away, I got lost, I had trouble changing the thousand dollar bill. But I do not care. I am home, home, home! I phone my excuses to the office, I have a bath and make myself as beautiful as I can, and I don't bother to dress. When Jason comes home I will be handcuffed and ready. His dinner will be ready too.
Jason does not come home, nor does Daphne. It is now too late to phone offices. In panic I rid myself of the handcuffs, I dress, I search in the garage but our car is gone. It is a last hope inspiration by which I search the scratch pad by the phone, and there it is in Jason's writing: 'Stubbinsburg Jail', there is a dash and then the name: 'Bill Coro'. It tells me all. I thank heaven I have the bastard's car.
The drive back takes only half the time. Viewed from my new status as private citizen instead of chained felon, Bill's jail looks a sad relic without hint of naked girls in irons. I park down the street and creep in by the garage, same way as Jollie let me out. I have no stomach for barred cages, so make my silent way to the living room upstairs. There comes the murmur of voices.
"We wondered how long you'd be." says Jason. He is sipping a drink and does not bother to rise. "You've given Bill a damn bad time. Say you're sorry."
Bill has the courtesy to get off his ass. "Welcome home, Carrie." He says heartily. "I'll fix you a drink."
"Fix me one too." Jollie says comfortably. She gives me a wink. "Honey, I come with the premises, I bin' made head Wardress." I wish to scream, I wish to cry, I want to batter my fists on these grinning male faces. But I stand there, panting and mad. Mechanically I accept the drink Bill places in my hand. I down it like it was water, it is instantly refilled.
"I owe you an apology, Miss Carstairs. I treated you outrageously. I'm afraid I'm not all that knowledgeable with girls. It takes Jason here -"
"You treated me like a son-of-a-bitch." I turn to my master. "Jason, this bastard had me whipped horribly and then he locked me in a rotten black hole, all tied up ..."
"You may apologize to him, Carrie. Poor old Bill's alright. You just didn't give him the right responses. Look at him, he's harmless." ' "He's a bastard." I pour the second drink down and allow a third to be pressed into my hand. "And he whipped Jollie too -"
"I owe apologies all round." The drinks made Bill seem human. "Don't be hard on her, Jason, Carrie's a wonderful girl. I suppose that's why I kidnapped her. I figured you could spare her for a few days. Send me a bill for her rental."
"Rental!" I look around in fury. I long for Jason. But the way he's treating me - !
"Take your clothes off." He says brutally. "You know damn well slaves don't wear clothes."
"I'll never strip for you again. You're being a -"
"Take 'em off, Carrie. NOW!"
I take off my clothes, telling myself I want him to see my back. Naked, I turn it to him. "See what he did to me."
"A lovely job. Thanks, Bill. You see its done her a world of good."
Again fury. I have to smash something. But they are all smiling at me. My only recourse is tears. Jason deals with them tersely. "Lock her up somewhere, Jollie. She's tired and cranky. Make sure she is not comfortable."
I am appalled, shocked heart-broken, the whole gambit of frustration. I let Jollie take my arm and lead me from the male presence. I have no doubt where we are going.
"Will yo' trust me, honey?" Her squeeze is loving. "Oh, Jollie, yes, yes, yes, you're the only one -"
"Men's all nuts, honey. Jest play along -"
I let her put handcuffs on me, tight but in front. She opens a barred door and pushes me inside a cage. I turn and kiss, then stumble to the bench I can detect in the gloom. I am suddenly cruelly tired in an utter exhaustion. Too much has happened, and I am so baffled and lost ... ! I slump my nakedness upon the oak and thankfully find oblivion, I expect the drinks help. When I awake it is broad daylight. I sense the morning well advanced.
"Hello, darling." I sit up, bemused. I feel a lot better but am prepared to be bitchy to men. This voice is female.
"We didn't want to wake you. I bet you were dead beat."
Daphne stares at me through bars. She looks very sweet and nudely innocent holding on to them the way Bill likes. She is well loaded with assorted irons. Strangely, they look well on her.
"We felt sure you'd find us, darling."
My mind becomes a computer, sorting out facts. My voice accuses. "You knew! Bill's kidnapping - of me, I mean. It was phoney?"
"No, I didn't know. Honest, I didn't! I'm only number two girl, remember. Jason didn't tell me 'til after."
"When he took you to bed?" If I could get at Daphne through the bars she wouldn't be safe. But I can't. Oh damn!
"Darling, don't be like that, Jason loves you. He sent me home. We didn't come here until we got Bill's call. Carrie, don't you think these chains are simply gorgeous - and this Oregon Boot ... !"
She wears them all, and most charmingly. She is more than welcome. I tell her so. I go to the door but, of course, I'm locked in.
"Come over here, darling."
We kiss for a long time, and play with each other through the bars. I suppose I'm weak. We still have wet fingers when Jollie shows with my breakfast. When I mention about letting me escape again she shakes an admonishing finger. "That there feller, he nuts 'bout yo', honey. Yo' best play along. May hurt a bit but it pays off. Looka' here!" She holds up another thousand dollar bill.
I hold my coffee in handcuffed hands. It is good. I sip and try to figure where the hell I'm at. I nod towards my rival at the bars. "What's Daphne done to get herself in there like that?"
Jollie giggles. "She don' do nothin' 'cept ask."
"Darling, forgive me -" Daphne is unrepentant at the bars, her eyes are shining. "Directly I saw this place ... ! You know how I love -"
"You're welcome." I tell her sourly. "I've had a bellyfull."
"But, Carrie dear, I've asked them both to keep us here in this wonderful place for life." She rattles her chains against the bars. "This jailhouse is a dream come true. I really owe it all to you."
"Wait until he whips you."
"Oh, that's later on today. You may get whipped too. I heard Jason say something about if you didn't cool down and behave."
"Dammit', you idiot girl, getting whipped in this place is, is just too awful - you saw my back!"
"Yes, and I'm all excited. I know I'll hate it but it gives the men so much pleasure. Darling, I mean ... it really is in a good cause-and after it's over - !"
"Daphne, you're nuts. You can't possibly want to spend your life in this dismal hole, all cages and cells and whipping posts?"
"And Bill's promised to tie me in all sorts of different ways, and always real tight. He's given Jollie a job as wardress to look after us. It's her who's going to whip - me same as she did you - !"
"You're out of your tree. Our only hope's to get Jollie to turn us loose -"
"And they've got stocks and a pillory and that dark place you were in ... Oh, Carrie, it's just out of this world. I don't see why you're so miserable."
I know why I'm miserable, but I'm not telling Daphne. I want my Jason, but Jason's mad at me and he's in a mood to punish. But the breakfast does help me to see a silver lining. If Daphne is in love with Stubbinsburg Jail she can have my share, and Bill along with it. Maybe they're made for each other. My immediate problem is I don't want to be her fellow prisoner. I want Jason to take me home, he can punish me all he likes then and I won't care.
Jollie laughs at us both, and goes away chuckling. Maybe she knows something, but the potency of thousand dollar bills is great. Daphne and I are alone but in separate cages, I am still handcuffed.
"Go easy on the enthusiasm." I tell Daphne. "You're in a sexual dither. A few whippings and a day in solitary, and you'll be a sad little girl wanting out."
"I won't, I won't!" She kicks an ankle chain to make a clatter. "I've waited all my life. Bill and his jail, they're so perfect!"
"That asshole! He'll have you screaming -"
"Oh, Carrie, you're so - so - ! Bill's a great big Teddy Bear who's masculine at all the right times. The way he went about sentencing me to be whipped almost had me climaxing in my panties."
"You don't have any panties, and you're never likely to have any again."
"Well, you've always been naked for Jason - ?"
"And I want to be again. But, can't you see what's coming? Those two bastards are going to keep us imprisoned in this dump. Jollie will look after us and punish us. They'll drive down weekends to fuck us and give us a whipping ... and gloat at us through the bars. All during the week when they think of us safely locked up and chained they'll get a hard on."
Daphne giggled. "They'll have full time erections."
"Which they'll probably use on other girls while we languish behind bars."
"Oooo ... mmmm, yummy! You put that so well, darling. Don't tell me your puss isn't pouting happily. Mine is." I sigh. Why spoil her fun. If only Jason will take me home with him and leave Daphne here for Bill! It's not a bad idea, why buck it! But, right now, Stubbinsburg Jail holds me as securely as it holds her. In a sudden wanting, I go to where she stands at the bars and we play with each other again. It's not all that easy but it's better than moaning about what those twits upstairs are going to do with us. We are getting nicely excited by the time Jollie comes and takes me away. I don't want to go but it seems I don't have anything to say about it.
"Yo' take my advice and be nice to them two assholes, Carrie." Jollie is really serious. "I thinks they's gonna' give yo' a bad time, but yo' plays yo' cards right and yo' gits what yo' want." She chuckles, "Jest the way I done." Her grip on me tightens. "You is trustin' me, ain't yo' yo' ain't gonna make no fuss?"
"I trust you, Jollie. Torture me all you have to."
"Yo' sure is cheesed off, kid." Jollie giggles, "Ain't no torture, leastways not right off. You do like I says, now." I gaze around the room full of the things to hurt girls and make them cry. It inspires no optimism. "You going to whip me, Jollie?"
For answer, beaming complacently, she raises the top half of the pillory. I shrug, sulkily, but arrange my neck, my hair and my wrists in the obvious places. The yoke comes down, a padlock clicks. I am here to stay. It's a more demeaning position than I'd supposed. "How long is this for?" I ask morosely.
Jollie pats my bare bottom. "I don' know nothin', honey. Yo' is on yer own now. Jest ,yo' play it cool." She goes and leaves me alone.
This is my first time in the stocks, or the pillory, or whatever. It is certainly no position from which a girl may bargain. I have never felt more silly. I have been cut in half, most of me is in the rear where I can't see it. Anyone can do what they like with the portions of me sticking out behind. I am bare and vulnerable enough to please any male. I look at my hands, clamped on either side of my face, they look pathetic. And my neck ... ! Oh, shit!
"You look charming." Says Bill Coro.
My heart plummets, I had hoped for Jason. If Jason came and whipped me like this he'd probably take me home after. But who wants bumbling Bill! "I don't feel charming." I say testily.
"I've come to apologize again. I don't know what came over me ... treating you so rough."
"I asked you to fuck me but you wouldn't. If you'd fucked me you'd have behaved a lot better."
"Er ... well, yes, perhaps you're right. Say you forgive me. I do value Jason's friendship, y'know."
"I'll forgive you when you take me out of this contraption and make Jason take me home. If he wants to whip me first, I'm sure I'm nicely positioned."
"That's not quite what we have planned. Jason agrees it's a pity to waste this lovely old jail." He pauses diffidently. "I've raised my bid on you to an even hundred thousand."
"Buy Daphne instead."
The idiot seems embarrassed. "It seems I get Daphne free - she's so delighted. But, Carrie, you're the most beautiful -"
I shift testily within the blasted stocks, and demand: "Is Jason really selling me to you?"
"No, I'm afraid not. He's fond of you, y'know. But he feels you haven't treated me any better than I've treated you"
"I offered to let you fuck me, what more d'you want!"
"Oh that! No, he wants you to be polite and respectful."
"I'm his slave, not your's!"
"You don't have to be so short with me." He looks forlorn, but brightens with inspiration. "I think if I whip you a little - You won't mind?"
"Of course I mind! That's what's wrong with you and girls, Bill, you're whip happy. Please go and ask Jason to come and speak to me."
Bill goes in behind where I'm open and available. My breasts and pussy get well handled. His touch lacks finesse. Suddenly I am sundered in unexpected agony and yelp: "You bastard, you didn't have to whip me like that! You could have said!"
Bill cuts at me again. I struggle enough to break the damn pillory in two, but it does not move. Stupidly, I howl: "Stoppit', that's me back there ... and I can't see." Bill slices me with the riding crop five times. I behave unheroically. When he comes back into my limited range of vision, he asks hopefully: "Has that helped, Carrie?"
I really am absurd. I actually feel less exasperated with the idiot than I did before. I sniff and say. "Perhaps ... anyway, thank you." I am hating this damn pillory with all my heart.
"We'll try the next five now?"
"What for!" I am outraged. This whipping of my bottom is so damn unfair. "No, no, no - Please don't!"
He slashes my bottom again. Urgently, I declare: "I'll be polite! Oh, Bill, I'll be ever so polite. Please stop."
The next one is up between my thoughtlessly open legs. I howl and know defeat. Why, oh why can't I bear the whip in heroic silence! I probably wouldn't get any more strokes than I get anyway. But I can't, I just can't! It hurts so damn bad. I lock my thighs together and am nauseatingly humble. "Oh, thank you, Bill. Of course I accept your apology. Please accept mine for being so bitchy."
Bill cuts at my bottom three more times for a total of ten. My voice trembles as I say my dues. "Thank you, Bill, I've behave much better now. It was clever of you to know what I needed."
"You don't want five more?" "Thank you ... no!"
Once more he is in view, pink faced, perspiring, happy. I am suddenly a convert to Women's Lib'. Bill doesn't deserve us. "If you'll let me out of this thing I'll be very obedient." I offer hopefully. "Jollie took off my handcuffs, they're on that stool -"
It is then Jason walks in. I can see he approves my posture. "I've given her ten with the crop." Bill advises proudly. "She's started to be polite. I think she's beginning to like me."
Jason grasps a handful of my hair and drags my head up to look into his basilisk glare. "Do you like Bill, Carrie?" My cowardice betrays the resounding "No" that surges to my lips. Meekly, I say: "Yes, Jason. Bill's really very sweet."
"Well, that's that." Bill seems relieved. "I'll leave you two alone." His exit is un- noticed.
"I'll be a good girl, Jason, whatever you want." Out of some secret recess in my heart I quaver, wistfully. "Please marry me?"
"You are a prisoner in Stubbinsburg Jail." He says severely. "You and Daphne both draw life sentences."
"Yes, I know. Daphne loves the idea. It makes me want to die. Jason, if you marry me you can still continue to do all these things. I promise I won't mind."
"If I married you I'd whip you every Friday."
"That's O.K. But wouldn't it be better on Thursday? People do things Friday evening?"
The man I love gestures in disdain. "You see, an instant quibble! Carrie, you are not marriage material."
"Alright then, Friday. Twice a week if you want."
"Was ever a female more generous with her hind parts!" Jason sighs. "Actually, I came down here to cane your bottom."
"Please do. Everyone else has."
"Do I detect bitterness?"
"No, Jason. My bottom is your's, cane it all you like."
"Hmmmm, very generous. Would you, by any chance, enjoy having your bottom caned?"
"Only if it's you, Jason."
"Ah!" He seems to have scored a point. "What d'you say to fifty strokes?"
I shrivel up inside. I'll howl my head off. But, brightly, I agree. "Oh, thank you, Jason. Fifty will be lovely." He goes to my rear, I brace myself for agony. But, instead, his hand burrows between my moist and heated thighs, my legs open wide. He cups my pussy in his palm and I climax instantly. His hand stays, on and on past my last gasp. It is a wise and loving hand. I regenerate surprisingly. After my third orgasm he unlocks the padlock and I am free. It is the funniest feeling.
I get the handcuffs and turn my back to my master that he may make me helpless as a slave should be. Gruffly, he says: "No. Get me rope. "When I bring him rope he ties my wrists and my elbows at my back. It is an old familiar type. It is like coming home. I hurt with gorgeous hurt. He guides me to where Daphne leans, a trifle dejectedly, against the bars of her cage. She guesses instantly.
"Darling, Jason's taking you home?"
"Isn't it wonderful! I'd hug you both if I could." I am enveloped in joy. I even forget my elbows.
Jason nobly does his duty. "Want to come with us, Daphne?"
"No, Jason, but thanks." It is a sad moment for the poor girl, a moment of decision. "I have to stay, this whole place is just too wonderful." She eyes me wistfully. "I wish Carrie was staying."
Jason puts his arm round me, it feels so good. But he speaks to the girl in chains behind the bars. "Old Bill's a bit fond of the whip, Daphne ... ?"
"I know." Daphne's eyes sparkle. "I'll have to put up with it. Besides, Jollie's promised to watch over me -"
"We'll both look after you." Bill's hearty boom intrudes. "I see you've decided to take Carrie home with you, Jason?"
"We're returning to the way we were. But look, Bill old chap, go easy on Daphne."
"No more than twenty strokes a day." Bill says expansively. He grins at me. "Sure you wouldn't like to stay for thirty?"
He is a crass ass. Without thinking, I blurt out: "You don't deserve a girl, you think we're made of rubber. No way I'd want your moth eaten Jail."
The silence is dark, pregnant, foreboding. I quail at what I have done. Jason's arm is gone, his words are of doom. "I'm afraid Carrie isn't ready to go home after all. Bill, d'you mind ... ?"
"Not at all, old man." Bill's stock is soaring. He looks at my breasts and bottom with a proprietary eye. "By the time you come down next week Jollie will have her well whipped into a proper respect. A few days with a gag in her mouth would do no harm."
I am tightly tied. All I can do is look at my Master pleadingly. "Please, Jason, take me home. Forgive me, I'll apologise."
"Twenty for each of them this afternoon." Jason decides firmly. "I'll come and give Carrie an inspection next week-end." "You can rely on me, old man." says bumptious Bill. They unlock the door and put me in with Daphne, her gaze blends joy and sympathy. We are both helpless in restraint. My world is shattered.
"Be seeing you." Jason says diffidently. "Be a good girl."
"I'll make quite sure she is, Jason."
That was three weeks ago. But I'm still here ...
In Stubbinsburg Jail.