Chapter 2
"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.