Chapter 5
Sandra awoke the next morning to the maid's soft knock. She pulled herself out of bed, and let the maid take off the nightgown Betsy had provided her.
"Haven't you anything for me to wear?" she asked.
"No, miss," replied the maid. "Miss Betsy instructed me not to provide any clothing for you today. You're to come right down to the pool for breakfast."
Sandra walked naked out of the room. She felt embarrassed, but threw her head back and strutted down the carpeted corridor.
She smiled grimly as she walked out to the veranda.
Val and Betsy were seated at a table fully dressed. Sandra stepped up to them.
"Good morning!" said Val, extending his hand.
Sandra clasped his fingers gravely. Val looked up and down at her naked form. "So you're willing to play our game with us, right?"
"Well," she replied sharply, "why else would I agree to come out here in the buff?"
Betsy sighed and leaned forward.
"I'm afraid you still don't get the idea," she said. "It's not a matter of your agreeing with anything. You don't agree. You simply obey."
"Very well," said Sandra, forcing a bored tone into her voice. "I get it."
She put her hand on the back of a chair and pulled it away from the table.
"No," said Val.
She looked at him puzzled.
"We haven't told you to sit down yet."
Sandra pulled her hand away from the chair. She looked at him sarcastically.
"Yes, master," she said.
"No good," said Val, shaking his head. "You're going to earn a couple of strokes for that."
"For what?" said Sandra, shrinking back. "Being snotty," said Val. "But first we eat breakfast."
Val signaled to a young man wearing a waiter's outfit. He nodded, and disappeared back into the house.
"Sit down," said Val.
Sandra pulled the chair out from under the table and plunked her bare buttocks down on its cold metal seat.
"This feels cold," she said, squirming around in the seat.
"Don't complain," said Val. "I have decided that you are quite comfortable there."
Breakfast was as excellent a meal as the dinner. Sandra leaned back, patting her lips with a cloth napkin.
"Stand up," said Val.
Sandra pushed herself away from the table and stood up.
"Swim," said Val. "Across the pool, and back."
Sandra dove into the pool and rapidly swam from side to side. She climbed out of the pool and stood before Val, dripping wet.
"Good!" said Val. "You're really getting the idea, now."
Betsy stood up.
"Let's go to the basement now," she said.
Sandra followed behind them, trembling .the, thought of what might happen to her. B experience had taught her she had no choi but to follow them.
Val led her into a small room with panel walls. He set a chair in the center of the room.
Betsy sat down on the chair's seat.
"Bend over, and put your hands on th backrest," said Val.
Sandra looked at him with frightened eyes
"Do you refuse?"
She gripped the edge of the chair tightly and bent over. "More," said Val.
She bent down, her bare buttocks thrust out behind her. Val walked across the room, and crouched down in front of an opened a chest. He pulled out a long, thin bamboo cane and walked back over to the chair.
He held the cane in front of Sandra's face She jerked herself up.
"No! Not that!" she cried out.
"You shouldn't have been so snotty," said Val. "Now bend down, you've already earned yourself three. Don't give yourself any more.'
Sandra clutched the back of the chair tightly and braced herself. Val stepped behind her and gripped the handle of the cane tightly. He raised his cane wielding arm, then swung.
The cane hummed evilly as it flew through the air. The thin, striated shaft landed squarely on her buttocks. Sandra leaned her head upwards and howled with pain.
"One," said Betsy.
Val raised his arm again.
"No! No! I'll do anything you say," cried Sandra. She felt as if her buttocks were on fire.
Val stepped back, squinting at the ugly red weal running the width of Sandra's rump. He swung and struck a blow that ran parallel to the weal.
Sandra's scream echoed off the walls. Her rear seemed to explode. An agony great as anything they had put her through tore through her entire body. She hung her head, and began to sob softly.
"Please, please, no more strokes!"
"One more," said Val.
"No, no please!"
Her protest became a raging howl of pain as the injured flesh of her buttocks became a flaming volcano.
She picked herself up slowly, trembling with rage.
"That tears it!" she screamed. "I've had enough. You simply can't go on doing these things to me. Give me my clothes. Get me out of here right now!"
Val and Betsy smiled at her.
"Your next command,-" began Val.
"There will be no next!" she screamed. "I have had enough!"
Val continued as if he hadn't heard her.
"Your next command is to make love to Betsy."
Betsy dashed over to him and threw her arms around his torso.
"Thank you, thank you," she cried, and kissed him hard on his lips.
Val returned her kiss and stepped over to Sandra.
She shrank back, her eyes filled with rage. "Oh, no! I will not, and that is that."
"You refuse."
"YES I REFUSE!"
Betsy sighed sadly. "Well, you will, anyway," she said.
Val clutched Sandra's arm. She yanked her arm out of his grasp, and dashed across the room. Betsy shot up and clamped her hands firmly around Sandra's waist. Val stepped quickly up and pinned Sandra's arms to her sides.
"No!" shrieked Sandra. "You're not going to do terrible things-"
She fell silent as Val dragged her out of the room.
"You'll pay for this," she hissed. "I swear you will!"
"But Sandra, dear, you agreed-" Betsy began.
"I didn't agree to this!" shouted Sandra. "This, this brutality!"
Val shoved her into a small, stone-walled room, similar to the room in which she had been punished the day before. The room was empty.
Except for a board implanted into one wall.
Sandra gasped with horror. "You, you're not going to put me in that thing, are you?" she asked fearfully. She struggled fearfully against Val's grip.
Val slowly dragged her over to the board. He released her, and she darted across the room and huddled in a corner.
"No, no, no," she wailed.
The board filled her gaze. Two ends of a leather strap were implanted in the top of the board. Below were two bra-type cups, with two wicked-looking spikes positioned horizontally parallel between the cups.
But what frightened Sandra most was the huge, rubber penis sticking out from the lower third of the board. It looked big, black and ugly. And it was ringed with vicious metal spikes that looked like teeth. A leather strap, opened was implanted on either side, slightly below the rubber penis in its circle of spikes.
Val darted out of the room, and returned seconds later. He returned so quickly, that Sandra was momentarily jerked out of her fear.
He stepped over to her, and stopped about ten feet from where she was shrinking into a stone corner.
"Come over here," he said.
Sandra saw herself start to move, then watched herself step up in front of him.
"Hold out your hands. Behind you, turn around," said Val.
She glanced at the shackles he was holding
"Don't put those on me," she wailed, then turned around.
She kept her arms hanging limply at her sides.
Val pulled her right arm sharply in back of her. He clapped one iron bracelet around her wrist. He grabbed her other arm, pulled it back, and clasped the other iron bracelet over her left wrist.
"Over to the board," he said.
Sandra wanted to say no, to just stand there with her arms bound behind her back. But there was something in the tone of Val's voice, something she hadn't noticed before, that was making her follow his instructions. She walked over to the board, and stood with her back to it.
"Turn around," said Val.
She trembled as she turned and faced the instruments of torture.
Val stepped up behind her and shoved his hand into the small of her back.
"Betsy!" he said.
Betsy stepped up and seized the rubber shaft of the penis.
"Hold it right there," said Val.
He bent down, and strapped the lower leather strap tightly around the top of her left thigh.
"It hurts," whined Sandra. She was filled with fear. The long, metal spikes were pointed right at her stomach and abdomen. She knew that if they penetrated her flesh far enough, they would cause serious and even fatal damage.
"Those things are going to kill me," she wailed.
"We love you," cried Betsy. There was a sharp note of protest in her voice.
Val strapped the other leather strap around her left thigh. Betsy shoved the tip of the rubber penis in between the lips of her vagina.
"Oh, it hurts, it feels awful!" cried Sandra.
Val clutched at the back of her neck and shoved her towards the board. He strapped the upper leather strap around her neck, then buckled it tightly.
"My hair!" screamed Sandra.
Betsy darted up to her. She produced two ribbons from a pocket. Val undid the strap. Betsy tied Sandra's hair into two ponytails on either side of her head.
Val quickly buckled up the strap again.
"Better now?" he smiled.
"No," she replied weakly.
She started to sob. She leaned forward, and the points of the spikes dug into the soft skin of her stomach and torso. She tried to pull herself back, but the straps made this impossible. She rolled her eyes downwards and gasped in horror as she saw two small, dark, streams of blood running down her naked flesh. She bent herself back slightly, but couldn't quite extricate herself from the wicked points of the metal spikes.
And the lips of her vagina began to burn from the hard surface of the rubber penis.
"What, what is this," she cried weakly.
"Your punishment," said Val.
"Wouldn't it have been nicer if you had slept with me?" asked Betsy.
"I don't know. Take me out of this, please!"
Sandra's forehead grazed against the top of the board. Her nipples were pushed painfully against its rough, wooden surface. Each breath she took made the points dig cruelly into her flesh. Her body was soon a mass of stinging and burning pain.
Val and Betsy walked quietly to the door.
"You are not going to leave me-like this, are you?" she cried out.
"Think about submission," said Val softly.
He closed the door gently behind him as he left.
"No, wait!" cried Sandra.
But the door was already shut.
The back of her neck began to ache. She tried to tilt her head back, but the strap kept her forehead pinned to the top of the board. A sick feeling rose in her stomach as she felt a stream of blood trickling steadily down her stomach from between her breasts.
Her abdomen felt like it was on fire. The ring of spikes made a neat, cruel circle of steel torment against her soft, white skin. Her cunt began to exude its fluids, wetting the shaft of the rubber penis. It crept stealthily into her womb, lubricated by her own juices.
She tried to think of ways to free hejrself. She couldn't move without increasing her torment. And her body ached from the difficult position she was in.
She shrieked as the rubber penis slipped into her orifice. She panicked for a moment, thinking that the metal spikes were about to penetrate her vital organs. But the penis was long enough, and the spikes maintained their grip without sinking any further into her flesh.
She began to wonder how long she had been in--this position. Subjectively, she knew, it seemed like hours. But she had no idea how much real time she had spent in this torment.
She began to wonder if she would ever be released, and started to sob.
"I'll do anything," she thought to herself, "anything if they'll stop this."
She rolled her eyes down to the shaft of the rubber penis. A vivid image of Val's naked flesh flashed through her mind.
"I must remember that I hate him," she thought.
But she couldn't convince herself of that. The more she tried to make herself hate him, the more she found herself wanting his penis in her. And that thought sickened her.
"They're doing it," she thought, "they're really breaking me."
The blood continued to pour down from the pinpricks in her flesh. She began to fell numb, and saw her vision grow hazy.
The haze deepened. She saw two figures approaching her, and strained her eyes to see Val and Betsy stepping up behind her.
They quickly unbuckled the straps, and pulled her gently away from the spikes. Val squeezed some hands and quickly rubbed it over the pinprick marks. Betsy wiped the blood off her stomach and thighs with a damp cloth. They led her gently out of the room.
Betsy took Sandra back to her room. Sandra fell into a deep sleep. She awoke slowly, then leapt out of the bed as the memory of what had just happened hit her.
She dashed over to a full-length mirror and surveyed her naked form. She was surprised to find that there were no marks whatever from the punishment.
Betsy knocked on her door.
"Come along with me," she said. Sandra numbly followed after her. She decided that it would be better to make love to Betsy than to have to undergo another torment.
Betsy led her down to the cellar again.
"Why are we going here now?" wailed Sandra. "I, I'll do what you say. I, I'll make love to you. Anywhere you want!"
"Good," said Betsy. "The cellar is where I want you too. My way."
Sandra followed her down the stone-walled corridor. She wondered why Betsy was wearing a long, loose robe.
"In here, dearest," said Betsy. Her eyes were shining with love.
Sandra stared carefully into her face.
"You, you do love me, don't you?" she said in a hushed whisper.
Betsy threw her arms around her and gave her a big hug. She pressed her lips tightly against Sandra's and darted forth her tongue.
Sandra felt the tip of Betsy's tongue butt against her teeth and jerked open her mouth. Betsy immediately slid her tongue into Sandra's mouth, then pulled it back again.
She beamed at Sandra.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," she said passionately. "I love you, and I think you're beautiful."
"I, I really don't know what to say to that," replied Sandra.
"You said you did find me attractive, a little, didn't you?"
"Yes, yes," said Sandra hesitantly.
"So why not make love to me?"
"Well, because you're a girl," stammered Sandra weakly.
"So are you," chirped Betsy.
"Yes, but that's what I mean."
"What do you mean?"
"I, I, I don't know."
Sandra dropped her gaze to the floor. Betsy curled her arm around her bare waist and led her down the basement stairs.
Sandra shivered at the chill of the corridor.
"At least you're wearing that," she said, clasping her arms tightly around her naked torso.
"Oh, "Oh, I won't be wearing it for long," chuckled Betsy. "But it will be warm, where we're going."
Sandra 'began to tremble as they proceeded down the corridor.
"What's wrong?" asked Betsy.
"I, I'm afraid," said Sandra.
"Of what?"
"Of, of, you know."
Sandra turned her head to one side and blushed. Betsy stopped short, and curled her arm tightly around Sandra's shoulders.
"It's nothing to be afraid of, really. If two people love each other, they should be free to enjoy each other's bodies. It isn't wrong, not at all."
Sandra shook her head and followed behind Betsy. She stopped still as she saw Val coming quickly up the corridor.
"Hello," he smiled.
Betsy minced up to him and planted a hard kiss on his lips.
"Well, I see we're all ready, now."
He pushed open a door, then stepped inside. Betsy followed after him. Sandra stood by the doorway, trembling at the thought of what was inside the room. She slowly stepped forward, then inhaled sharply with surprise.
"A bit different than you had expected, huh?" asked Val with a grin.
The room she was in was a comfortably furnished bedroom, with a carpeted floor, a dresser and a large double bed.
Betsy threw off her robe and sat down at the edge of the bed. As Sandra had thought, she was naked underneath.
And something was different about Betsy's body. She still had the same amount of hair. But as Sandra stared at the strip of black, wiry hair running from her vagina to her navel, she had to admit that it didn't look that bad at all.
Betsy stretched herself out on the bed. She raised her knees, and spread her legs wide apart.
"I'd do you first, ordinarily," she said as she lifted her head. "But I want to see how far you've progressed. Come along, and I'll tell you what to do."
"I really don't know anything about this sort of thing," said Sandra. She cautiously sat herself down at the edge of the bed.
"Climb between my legs," said Betsy.
Sandra crawled on all fours between her spread-eagled limbs. She looked up at Betsy from between her friend's thighs.
"Put your whole mouth on it," said Betsy.
Sandra trembled as she advanced her face to the lips of Betsy's vagina. She touched her lips to the pink flesh, then darted up her head. She jumped off the bed, a look of horror and disgust on her face.
Val stepped over to her.
"Unbuckle my belt," he said sharply.
Sandra numbly fumbled with the buckle of his belt. She pulled it open, then opened the tops of his slacks
Val pulled his pants down his muscled thighs and let them drop to the floor.
"Kneel," he said.
Sandra dropped to one knee.
"Kiss my underwear," said Val. "By the bulge"
Sandra shivered as she pressed her lips to the bulge growing out of the crotch of Val's briefs.
"Pull them off," he said.
She slipped her fingers under the waistband and jerked them down to his knees.
"Lower."
She pulled them down to his ankles.
"You know what to do next," said Val.
She reached up and pressed her fingers to his member. It immediately became erect. She looked up at him, still clutching his masculine flesh.
"Your mouth," he said. She opened her mouth and allowed the head of the member to pass between her lips. "Perform," said Val.
She closed her mouth over the shaft, amazed at how good it felt against the flat of her tongue. The salty taste of the flesh did not disgust her, as it had the day before. She performed almost eagerly, and felt her mouth fill with his male issue.
She stood up.
"Swallow," said Val.
She gulped down the sticky wet mass in her mouth. She was afraid for a moment that she would throw up then and there, but found that the semen slid easily into her stomach.
"Now," said Val. "What is the difference between what you did to me and what you did to Betsy?"
"She didn't do anything," Betsy interjected.
"Well, then, what Betsy wanted you to do."
"I don't know," said Sandra, lowering her gaze to the floor.
"I think she needs another lesson," said Betsy quietly.
"Definitely," said Val.
Betsy slid off the bed and draped the robe around her shoulders. She stepped to the door.
"Come with us," said Val.
Sandra followed them out of the room. She walked down the basement corridors with them, trying not to think of anything at all.
Val stopped in front of a room with a huge wooden door. He gripped the ornate handle tightly, then pushed the door open. Betsy dashed quickly inside. Val stepped in after her.
Sandra stood trembling in the doorway. Val grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into the room.
"No, no please," wailed Sandra.
At first she saw nothing but the cold, bare stone walls of the room. But as she advanced towards its interior, she saw a wooden board suspended from the ceiling by a chain. The chain was affixed to a metal ring implanted in the rear of the board.
The board was narrower. At its end were , two rows of vicious looking spikes. Two opened metal clamps were implanted in the wider portion of the board, just above the point where the rough wood narrowed down.
"Put your hands in the clamps," said Val.
Sandra stepped up to the board. A terrible battle was being fought in her mind. Part of her was rebelling. But part of her made her want to obey Val, whatever the consequences.
She stepped up to the board and stared at it. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a wooden cabinet propped up in a corner. Betsy was walking towards the cabinet.
"Sandra," said Val.
She raised her arms at the sound of his voice and pressed the undersides of her wrists to the cold metal of the base of the clamps. Val stepped up and snapped each of the clamps tightly around her wrists.
Sandra kept her gaze fixed on the twin row of metal spikes protruding from the narrow end of the board. They were pointed right at the soft flesh of the base of her breasts.
"Now be careful how you move," said- Val.
Betsy walked back over to where he was standing. Sandra stared at what she was holding in her hand.
"What is that?" she asked fearfully. Her arms were bent at the elbow, and she felt her muscles straining against the difficult position she was in.
"A dildo," chirped Betsy.
Sandra stared hard. She saw a huge rubber penis. It's base was glued to a rubber strip shaped like an athletic supporter. Betsy pulled it up over her legs and strapped it tightly around her waist. She sighed with pleasure, and Sandra guessed that there was a part of it that was pressing in between the lips of her vagina. She kept the robe on her shoulders, leaving it open in front. Sandra twisted her head around and stared down at the rubber penis emerging from Betsy's crotch.
"What, what are you going to do with that?" she asked fearfully.
"Make love to you," smiled Betsy. "You didn't want to do it before, and now you will, anyway."
"Don't, don't put that thing in me," wailed
Sandra. "Please. I, I'll be your slave, I'll do what you say, but just don't use that on me."
Betsy smiled and kissed her on the cheek.
"Thrust your tushie backwards, dear," she said. "And don't straighten up- those awful spikes will mar your prettiness."
"Please, NO!" shouted Sandra.
Betsy caressed her buttocks.
"Bend forward, now," she smiled.
Sandra bent forward, shoving her rear towards Betsy's dildoed crotch. She saw that the lines of spikes had risen above her breasts, and away from her flesh.
"Oh, you have such a sweet little rump," said Betsy.
She planted her hands firmly on Sandra's buttocks and gently spread her cheeks apart. Sandra groaned.
"It, it will kill me," she wailed. "It's much too big!"
"Well, it will make you big, too," said Betsy.
Val stepped up beside Betsy. He peered down the parted cheeks.
"Your anus is beautiful," he murmured.
"Why, thank you," said Sandra in a burst of rebellion. She pushed all the saracsm and disgust she could into her voice.
"I didn't like that," said Val.
"That isn't a very nice way for you to talk," said Betsy.
Val thrust his hand down between Sandra's cheeks and pressed the tip of his finger to her anus.
Sandra screamed, and thrust her hips wildly from side to side. She jerked up, felt the points of the spikes nipping at her flesh, then jerked herself back to her original position.
"You filthy thing!" she cried. "How, how dare you! Putting your hand in a filthy place like that! And using your fingers on me! Pervert!"
"You didn't mean that, did you?" asked Val.
"YES I DID. YOU ARE A DIRTY, FILTHY PERVERT!"
Her cry echoed hollowly off the walls of the room.
"I think we have to correct your manners," said Val quietly.
Betsy darted over to the cabinet. She pulled out a strip of coarse cloth, and dashed back over to Val.
"We'll have to do something about the way you talk to us," said Val.
He stepped behind Sandra and wrapped the cloth tightly around her mouth. He knotted it in back.
Muffled cries came from behind the gag. Sandra rocked her head from side to side, a look of deep misery in her eyes.
She trembled as Betsy clamped her hands firmly onto her buttocks and spread them apart.
Betsy slid the rubber penis down between Sandra's cheeks. "EEEE!"
A shrill scream came from behind the gag as Betsy rammed the head of the dildo through the flesh of her anus.
Sandra felt herself exploding with pain. Her buttocks felt as if they were being torn asunder. A large tear fell from her eye. The pain continued.
She keened through the gag.
Betsy pushed forward with her hips.
The thick, hard rubber pushed steadily down into Sandra's anus. The pain became a fan of fiery, stinging fingers tormenting every bit of her flesh.
Betsy began to breathe heavily as she slid the dildo home. She jerked her hips back and forth, jerking the dildo in and out of her anal passage.
Sandra never thought that there could be so much pain in the world. She hung her head down, tears streaming down her face.
She jerked her head up as a strange sensation of pleasure tore through her, blending weirdly with the pain.
Betsy had hit her most sensitive spot with the head of the dildo. Her body began to tremble wildly, and she felt herself torn between torment and ecstasy.
The feeling confused her so totally she didn't hear Betsy's cry of pleasure. Then she felt the dildo slowly being withdrawn from her anus. The pain shot up fiercely again, then quickly diminished as the hard rubber shaft popped out from between her buttocks.
She straightened herself up, and felt the points of the spikes sticking into her breasts. She immediately bent herself double again.
"Look at me," said Val.
She turned her gaze to his face.
"Was that all that bad?"
She numbly shook her head no.
Val shoved his hand into her crotch and tweaked the lips of her vagina.
"You orgasmed, didn't you," he said softly.
Sandra shook her head 'yes'."
"Do you think you can speak nicely now?"
She replied with a vigorous nod.
Val took the gag off her mouth. She hung her head down, gasping and crying.
"I think you're coming to see what we mean," said Betsy with a smile. "Tomorrow we'll do it the other way, yes?"
"Y, yes," said Sandra weakly.
Val walked towards the doorway and hit at something with his hand. He walked back over to Sandra.
Two young girls, dressed as maids, entered the room. They bowed their head to Val.
"Yes, sir," one asked. She was tall, with flaming red hair tied in a neat ponytail at the back of her head.
"Undress," said Val.
Sandra was surprised. In her house, the maids were treated with a condescending politeness that would make such a request impossible.
But the two girls smiled and quickly wriggled out of their uniforms.
"Now watch," said Val.
Betsy jerked the dildo off her hips and kicked it across the room. She planted her hands on her hips and spread her legs far apart. One of the girls, the smaller brown-haired one, dropped down to a low crouch and shoved her face between Betsy's thighs. Moments later, Betsy was twisting and writhing with passion.
The other girl knelt down before Val and started to unbuckle his belt. She swiftly opened the tops of his trousers, then shoved his member into her mouth.
Val's face quickly became a mask of pleasure.
It seemed to Sandra that Val and Betsy climaxed at the same time. They waved their girls off, then pointed to the bound, tormented form of Sandra.
"Lick her," said Val.
The girls stepped over to Sandra without another word. They smiled at her, then extended their tongues.
Sandra wriggled and shivered as they drew the wet, meaty flesh over her body.
One of the maids seized Sandra's right breast. She looked at Val, and he nodded. She murmured something, and cupped her parted lips over the round, white mass of flesh.
The other girl took Sandra's left breast and began to suckle. Sandra tried to feel disgust. But the soft, stroking motions of the wet meat sent strange sensations of pleasure coursing through her.
They slowly worked their way down her naked flesh, running the wet flat of their tongues over every inch of Sandra's body.
The tall, red-headed girl knelt down between Sandra's thighs and shoved her face into her crotch.
Sandra felt herself exploding with pleasure. She gasped heavily as the girl pulled herself away. Her torso was heaving as her breath came in deep heaves.
"Now you can't tell me you didn't like that," said Betsy.
"No," said Sandra.
"You liked it, didn't you?" asked Val. "Yes," replied Sandra. Betsy looked down at the dildo. "That wasn't nice to do," she said. Sandra jerked her head around, a shocked expression on her face.