Chapter 4
"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.