Chapter 7
"She's almost ready," said Val. "There's no doubt about it."
Betsy smiled and leaned back against the backrest of the couch. She took a long drag on a marijuana cigarette, and blew out a huge cloud of smoke through her nostrils.
"I agree completely. I think it's time for the next step."
Val thought about that for a minute.
"Do you think she can take it so soon."
"Yes, she can.-And you have to let me do it."
"I don't know about that. I was kind of looking forward to doing it myself."
"Well, I still want to," said Betsy, pouting.
"All right," chuckled Val. "You can do it. But I'll set the conditions."
"Fine."
She handed him the cigarette and stretched out her legs.
"So you're happy with her, aren't you?" she asked him coyly. .
"Yes. As I've already told you, you've made the perfect choice. And she is beautiful, really."
"I wonder how she's doing down there, thinking the whole thing over," said Val. "I have a feeling she'll be where we want her to tomorrow."
"Great!" chirped Betsy.
Val curled his arm around her waist and pulled her down to the surface of the couch.
"Mad at me for punishing you like that? It was awful of me, really."
"Oh, I'm not mad at you," said Betsy, reaching for his crotch.
Val grunted as she began to undo the tops of his trousers. She pulled out his member and stroked it until it became firm.
"Let's invite Sandra," said Val.
"Oh, lets!" cried Betsy, releasing her hold on his penis and jumping up from the couch.
Val quickly adjusted his clothing and walked out of the living room. Betsy followed behind him.
"Oh, it's scary down here," she said with a shiver. "It's so perfect, really."
"I just love it, myself," chuckled Val.
They stepped up to the door of Sandra's cell.
Sandra jerked her head up as she heard them approaching. She was half-asleep, and quickly shook herself fully awake.
She gasped with relief as she heard the cell door open. Val and Betsy walked in, smiling, and closed the door behind them.
"We'd like you to play with us," said Betsy.
"Can't you take-me out of here?" asked Sandra. Her voice tone was one of friendship. She was glad to see them.
Val started to pull off his clothes. Sandra smiled. Betsy stripped as well.
"Wait," smiled Val.
He stepped over to Sandra's chain and knelt down by her ankle.
"Want me to take it off?" he asked.
Sandra was amazed that she didn't care. She'd stopped noticing the chain's presence some time ago.
"You might as well," she said quietly.
"You must hate us terribly by now," said Betsy sadly.
Sandra turned a shocked gaze to her. "Oh, no! I, I should, I guess. But, but I'm really starting to love you! I, I just don't understand it at all."
Val and Betsy stepped over to the straw mat. Betsy stretched herself out on it, and Val quickly stretched himself out on top of her.
"Please watch," said Betsy to Sandra. "Crouch down, and watch it go in."
Sandra dropped down to a low crouch. She recalled feeling disgusted by this previously. Now that feeling seemed strange, as though it was being thought by someone else in her mind.
Val planted his hands firmly on either side of Betsy's naked form. He raised himself up, the head of his member pointing at Betsy's female flesh.
Sandra found she was fascinated by the exhibition. She gasped softly as Val slid his member into Betsy's vagina. She felt her own lusts risings, and felt herself becoming wet.
Val and Betsy were groaning heavily together. Sandra watched hungrily as Val tended Betsy's impassioned form with his hands.
Val slowly pulled himself away from Betsy and stood up. Betsy slid off the straw and walked over to a corner of the cell.
Val grinned broadly at Sandra. She smiled back, and stepped over to the straw.
"Oh, me too," she said, her voice a hushed whisper.
Val gestured to the straw.
Sandra stretched herself out, and spread-eagled herself.
She gasped loudly at Val's touch. He slowly worked his mouth down her writhing form, then briefly buried his face in Sandra's crotch.
"That was nice," said Sandra, as he lifted himself up.
Sandra watched as he slid his member into her. She gasped at the touch of the taut male flesh, then found herself transported to a world of ecstatic delight.
She was groaning softly when Val rolled off of her.
"That was wonderful," she sighed.
Val grinned. Betsy stepped over and sat down next to her on the straw. She curled her arm tightly around Sandra's shoulders and pressed her body close.
"Would you like to make love to me, now?" she asked.
Sandra dropped her gaze to the cell's stone floor.
"I, I honestly don't know," she said, her voice tone clearly reflecting her uncertainty.
"Why not try it," said Betsy. Her voice was a soft purr.
-"-Well, all right," murmured Sandra. "What should I do?"
"Just stretch yourself out, like you did for Val," said Betsy. Her voice was slightly hoarse.
Sandra spread-eagled herself and watched nervously as Betsy crawled between her thighs.
"Oh! That does feel good!" she gasped, as Betsy found her private flesh with her mouth.
Betsy passionately attacked her with her lips and tongue. Sandra was soon twisting and writhing on the straw, her mind afire with orgasm.
"God, that was good!" she gasped, as Betsy pulled herself away.
Betsy stretched herself out on the straw. She raised her knees, and spread her legs wide apart.
Sandra stared with uncertainty at her exposed flesh.
"Oh. I, I don't really think I know what to do," she said.
"Are you afraid to try?" asked Betsy.
"No, it's not that." Sandra trembled slightly as she spoke. "It's just that I don't think I know what to do."
"I'll tell you, darling," murmured Betsy. "First is to put your mouth right on it."
Sandra slowly crawled on all fours between Betsy's spread-eagled limbs. She pressed her lips tightly against the lips of Betsy's vagina. She was delighted by the scented smell and pleasant feel of the flesh.
She darted up her head, unable to contain her feelings.
"It's not bad at all! I rather like it, really."
She ducked her head back down between Betsy's thighs and again pressed her mouth to the lips of the woman's vagina.
Betsy hoarsely instructed her. She found to her delight that she could perform the act quite well.
"That was great!" cried Betsy, as Sandra finished.
"Did you like it?" asked Sandra. She wiped Betsy's issue off her lips with the back of her hand.
"Oh, yes! You were marvelous!"
Val picked up his clothes.
"No, don't!" protested Betsy. "Please, please stay naked. I so like to look at you!"
"All right," grinned Val, as he dropped his trousers.
"Now we're going to do something really special," said Betsy.
"What?" asked Sandra with a smile. "You'll see," said Val. "Come along, now." He pushed open the door to the cell and ushered them out. He left last, closing the door behind him.
Sandra and Betsy both smiled at his naked buttocks as he-stepped in front of him. Betsy reached over and planted a hard, vicious pinch on his right buttock.
He jumped up in the air with a loud yelp, clutching his stinging cheek.
"Hey, you!" he chortled, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Better not do that again!"
"Sorry," said Betsy, her voice dripping with mock contrition.
They continued to walk down the hall. Betsy nudged Sandra, and grinned. She darted ahead, and planted a pinch on his left buttock.
Val's howl filled the corridor. He jumped up and began to dance around, his hands clamped tightly over his rear.
Sandra started to giggle. Val stepped over to them, his eyes flashing.
"You've both had it," he said. There was a note of laughter in his voice. Betsy trembled.
"Oh! What are you going to do to us?" she asked in a falsetto voice.
"I don't quite know yet," said Val. "But I'm sure I'll think of something."
"Aren't we going upstairs?" asked Sandra.
"Nope. What we're going to do next is done down here."
Val led them through a series of winding passageways. He stopped in front of a room with a grim-looking door.
"The palace of pain!" gasped Betsy.
"The what?" asked Sandra.
"Well named," mumbled Val.
He produced a huge key from a pocket. Sandra giggled at it.
"I've seen keys like that before, at antique shows. I didn't think they could really open anything."
"Oh. this one will work," chuckled Val.
He shoved the key into the lock and gave it a hard twist. The door opened with a loud groan.
"Wow! Sounds like a horror movie," said Sandra.
Val stepped inside. Betsy minced in after him. Sandra cautiously stuck her head in the doorway.
"Come on!" said Betsy eagerly.
Sandra stepped slowly into the room as Val turned on an overhead light. She shrank back at what she saw sticking out from the room's rear wall.
"It's beginning to look like a horror movie," she said. She began to tremble. "I, I don't like the look of that thing, not at all."
A wooden block was implanted squarely in the wall. On either side was embedded the end of a chain which hung down to the edges of the block. An opened metal clamp was affixed to the end of each chain.
"Are, are you going to put me in that?"
"Sure!" said Betsy.
"I, I just don't know," said Sandra.
She stepped slowly over to the box. She looked suspiciously at Betsy. Val was bent over something in a corner of the room.
"Raise your arms," said Betsy excitedly.
Sandra raised her arms, trembling slightly.
Betsy pressed her wrists to the clamps, then snapped them shut.
"Is that okay?" she asked Val.
Val stood up from a wooden chest. He stared at Sandra's naked back for a moment, then smiled.
"That's the idea. But I have a few improvements to make."
Sandra noticed that there were four small metal rings implanted in the center of the bottom of the box. She turned her head as she heard Val stepping up behind her, and gasped loudly.
He was holding four strings. At the end of each was a metal ball from which protruded long, thin, evil-looking steel spikes.
"What, what are you going to do with those?" she asked, her voice a frightened whisper.
"Add to the fun," chuckled Val. "This will be almost your final lesson."
He stared at her for a moment.
"Let's see." He stepped over to the wall. There was a small box that seemed to be nailed to the floor. An opened clamp was affixed to the top of the box. "Put your foot in the clamp," said Val.
Sandra hadn't noticed it before.
"I, I don't think I want to," she said nervously.
Val clutched her ankle and shoved her foot into the clamp. He snapped it shut, then stepped back.
Sandra found her bound arms ached less if she kept her legs spread apart. She was slanted towards the wall, trapped against the box.
Val tied the first of the strings to the metal ring nearest Sandra. The ball swung, and planted it's spikes in the flesh of her left breasts.
"OH GOD, OWWWW!" Sandra howled. "PLEASE TAKE IT AWAY!!!"
Val just grinned and produced the second string. Sandra stared at the metal ball with terrified eyes. The string on this one was longer than on the first.
Val tied it to the second loop and gave the ball a gentle tap. The ball swung, and dug a spike into her lower torso, just above her hip.
Sandra looked down. And screamed.
"I'm bleeding to death!" she howled.
A small stream of dark blood was trickling steadily down her torso.
"Please, please stop!" she cried. , Val stepped over to her with the third string. He tied it carefully to the third loop, then gripped its end just above the ball.
He jerked his wrist, and shoved the ball into her vagina.
" AAAIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!"
Sandra's scream bounced off the walls of the room. She shook violently. The stream of blood flowing down from her breast jumped off its course and made a small semi-circle as it continued downwards.
A horrible stinging pain erupted in her vagina, then quickly faded into a dull, sickening throb of agony. She slowly lowered her head and saw that one of the spikes had pierced the left lip of her vagina.
"It's going to damage me forever!" she whimpered.
"Wrong," smiled Val. "The wound will heal quite quickly. Some cultures have their women wearing vagina rings, just like earrings. But don't move around too much. You may get a spike in the wrong place."
He lifted the fourth string.
"No, not more! I can't stand anymore!" she shrieked. "Please, please, take me out of this!"
He thrust the string's metal ball between her thighs. She instinctively jerked herself back, and the spikes dug viciously into the cheeks of her buttocks.
She jerked herself towards the wall again. The spike slid out of her tender flesh. The ball hung menacingly between her legs.
"Now you're ready," said Val.
Betsy stepped up to her and gasped with admiration at Val's handiwork.
"Perfect," she said, her voice a hushed whisper.
She dashed across the room. Sandra turned her head around, shivering at the stinging needles of agony shooting through her.
"What, what else are you going to do to me?" she wailed.
She dropped her gaze, then howled with horror.
"No! Not a whip, too! No, no!"
"We love you," said Betsy. She raised herself up on her toes and kissed Sandra's neck.
She held the handle of a long, thin whip in front of Sandra's face.
"Kiss the whip," she said.
Sandra jerked her head back. The spike in her stomach dug deeper, and she began to cry softly.
"Why, why are you torturing me like this!" Then she saw what was on the end of the whip.
"OH GOD, NO!"
"It's because we love you," said Betsy.
She stepped away and positioned herself behind Sandra.
"Please, please don't hit me with that thing," cried Sandra. She couldn't keep her gaze off the spiked metal ball at the tip of the whip.
Val folded his arms across his chest and stood to one side.
Betsy raised the whip. She snapped her wrist, and the cruel leather flew through the air with an evil hum.
The spiked ball landed squarely between Sandra's shoulder blades.
"OWWWW!!" cried Sandra. She jumped, and felt herself being torn apart by the spikes embedded in her flesh.
"Don't move," said Val harshly. He nodded to Betsy.
Betsy raised her whip arm again and leaned forward as she swung. The leather cut a cruel circle as it flew. The ball struck Sandra's buttocks, and she let out a horrible yowl. She snapped her buttocks away, and felt the spikes of the ball digging teasingly into the skin of her buttocks. She quickly thrust herself outwards again.
"Please, please, no more," she wailed.
Betsy stepped forward and snapped her wrist. The whip flew, and dug the ball into Sandra's side. One of the spikes hooked into her skin, and the handle of the whip was jerked out of Betsy's hand.
She quickly picked it up. The ball remained affixed by the spike to Sandra's skin.
Val dashed over and carefully slipped the spike out from under her skin. Betsy picked up the whip handle again.
She stepped back and swung. The whip curled around Sandra's torso, and the ball landed neatly in the center of her stomach. It rolled as it hit, digging the points of each of its spikes into the soft flesh.
Sandra's howl was thin and filled with despair.
"I, I don't think I can take anymore," she said weakly.
The whip cracked again.
"No," she said, then screamed again as the ball end dug into the small of her back.
She sank down, gasping and heedless of the added pain the movment caused her.
"One more," shouted Betsy.
"No-"
The whip curled itself viciously around her thighs. The ball jumped, and landed between her buttocks. The spikes pushed their evil way through the stiff hairs.
Betsy dropped the handle and stepped back, gasping.
"Please, take me out of this," moaned Sandra.
"I think that will be enough," said Val quietly;
"Oh, yes! Quite!" said Betsy.
Val stepped over to the box. He carefully pulled out the spike dug into Sandra's breast, then did the same with the spike affixed to her stomach.
He carefully pulled the spike out of the left lip of her vagina, and slid the ball away from her private flesh. Sandra spread her legs apart, wincing at the stinging pain the movement produced in her groin. The ball hung wickedly between her legs.
Val quickly unlocked the clamps. Sandra slowly let her arms hang down to her sides and stepped away.
"Oh, you poor darling," murmured Betsy. She stared with sympathetic eyes at the streams of blood running down Sandra's torso.
"We'll fix you up right away," said Val.
They led her back upstairs. Val took her into the kitchen, and Betsy carefully tended her injuries. .
Sandra watched her numbly.
"I think you'd better go to sleep now," said Betsy softly.
She led Sandra to her room. Sandra's mind was a confused jumble. She kissed Betsy, and slid into her bed. She pressed her head to the pillow and was instantly asleep.
She woke up slowly the next morning, and cautiously stretched out her arms. She was surprised to find that all traces of the ordeal she'd faced the night before had vanished. She slid slowly off the bed.
There was a soft knock on the door. "Yes?" she asked. "Persis, miss."
"Come in."
The maid walked in, Sandra's garments for the morning draped over her arm.
"Breakfast will be in the dining room," she said.
She silently helped Sandra dress. She opened the door for her, and vanished when Sandra stepped out.
Val and Betsy stood up when Sandra entered the dining room.
"How are you this morning?" asked Betsy with a smile.
Sandra managed a smile in return.
"I, I honestly don't know."
She pulled out a chair and plunked herself down.
"I, I'm very confused," she continued. "A person should hate you for, for that, but ... I don't."
"What do you feel?" asked Betsy. "I, I love both of you," she said, the hint of a sob in her voice. "I can't understand."
"You don't have to," said Val softly. "No," added Betsy.
The breakfast meal was excellent. Val leaned back, dabbing at his lips with a cloth napkin.
"What say we play some tennis?"
"I was wondering when you'd invite me to use the courts," said Sandra with a smug grin.
"I'm warning you, Val," said Betsy. "Sandra's a real champ."
Sandra scrambled into the tennis outfit that Betsy had provided for her. She dashed out to the rear of the house. Val and Betsy waved to her as she approached the series of four courts their family owned.
"There's just one thing," said Val.
"What?" said Sandra, her eye on the racket that Betsy had handed her.
"I'm not to lose."
Sandra looked at him with one eye shut.
"Good luck," she said.
"He means it," said Betsy.
"So do I," said Sandra.
She and Betsy played the first match. Sandra won easily, making Betsy look all but awkward as the smaller girl strove to fend off her serves.
Betsy walked off the court, panting and grinning.
Val walked up. Sandra stepped back.
"Why don't you two go ahead and play? I'd like to get an idea of Val's style."
She was confused by the match. Betsy was a good player, and so was Val. But it seemed to her that Betsy missed shots she shouldn't have.
Val won.
Betsy stepped away, and Sandra took her side of the net.
Her first serve shot right past Val's head. He scowled, then grinned broadly. Sandra wiped up the court with him.
He jumped over the net, and extended his hand. Sandra clutched his fingers, grinning.
"Sorry about that. But I just don't know how to lose," she said.
"That I'll teach you after we swim," said Val.
Sandra quickly wriggled into her bikini and rejoined Val and Betsy at the edge of the pool.
They were both naked when she arrived.
She looked at them for a moment, then grinned and shrugged her shoulders.
"When, in Rome," she smiled.
She reached behind her back and untied the top of her bikini. She pulled it away from her torso, and let it drop to the lawn. She hooked her fingers under the waistband of the bikini bottoms, and shrugged them down her thighs.
Naked, she walked over to the edge of the pool and dove in. Val and Betsy dove in after her, cutting long strides through the chlorine-scented water. They emerged on the other side of the pool.
"Oh, that was great!" said Sandra enthusiastically, shaking her head. She curled her arm around Betsy's bare shoulders and gave her a tight hug.
Val squeezed the firm flesh of her thigh. She felt a sense of comfort in his touch, and realized again how much she'd come to love both of them.
A young man dressed as a waiter stopped by. He was carrying a tray with a bottle of wine and some glasses.
He set the tray down in front of them and stepped back.
"Will that be all, sir?"
"No," replied. Val. He looked at him for a moment. The young man stared back at him with a blank expression.
"Do you think you could make love to two women?"
Sandra shrank back.
"Sure," grinned the young man.
"Let's see," said Val. "Her first."
He gestured to Betsy. Betsy smiled, and spread-eagled herself out on the lawn.
The young man pulled down his pants and dropped to the lawn. He slid between Betsy's limbs, and inserted his member into her vagina.
Sandra watched as she wrapped her arms around him and began to groan passionately.
"Pull out before you orgasm," said Val.
The young man pulled himself out with a grunt, and let his member shoot its issue onto the smooth, white plane of Betsy's stomach.
He stood up, and stepped away.
"That's one," said Val.
Sandra leapt angrily to her feet.
"No!" she shouted. "You're not going to make me-"
Val interrupted her by leaping to his feet and pinning her bare arms to her sides. She struggled, twisting herself around, but was unable to break his hold.
He slowly pulled her down to the ground.
"No! Stop this right now!" she screamed out.
"Get her legs, won't you?" said Val to Betsy.
"You miserable, miserable SHITS!" screamed Sandra, throwing at them the ugliest word she knew.
Betsy grasped her ankles and pulled her legs apart. Val seated himself on her stomach, keeping her pinned to the ground. Betsy slowly raised up her knees and pulled her thighs apart.
"She's all ready for you," said Val to the servant.
The young man flashed him a questioning look. Sandra's manner was anything but pleasant. She lay beneath Val, spitting out a stream of curses.
Val winked at the servant. He smiled, a look of understanding crossing his face.
"Very good, sir," he replied.
His member sprang up, fully erect.
"Bravo!" shouted Val, clapping his hands. "Go to it."
He inserted himself into Sandra's private flesh.
"Monster!" Sandra roared out, feeling his member penetrating her.
He quickly emptied his issue into her womb, and pulled himself out. He stood up, and quickly adjusted his clothing.
"Will that be all, sir?"
"Yes, that will be fine," said Val.
He poured them each a glass of wine.
"Leave the bottle," said Val. He nodded and disappeared.
Val slowly picked himself up off of Sandra. She jumped to her feet, her eyes flashing with rage.
"How dare you do that to me! You've just had me raped! Raped! Do you understand that?"
"I understand that you are to do what you are told," said Val. "I think its high time for you to have another lesson."
"Oh, no you don't!"
Sandra made a sudden turn and sprinted across the lawn. Val got up with a laugh and ran after her. Betsy cried out and jumped up. She watched as the taller, faster man overtook Sandra and wrestled her to the ground. Betsy dashed over.
Sandra struggled fiercely as Val kept her down. Betsy grabbed Sandra's arm and helped Val pull her to her feet.
"Now what are you going to do to me!"
Val and Betsy dragged her across the lawn. She realized that she couldn't escape and went limp in their grasp.
"Good! You're going to cooperate," said Val.
"I have no choice," she said angrily.
She followed them back down to the basement. Val took a turn, and led her to a part of the cellar she'd never visited before. The floor was covered with a gritty dust. Sandra shivered at the feel of it against the soles of her bare feet.
"God! It's awful down here," she said.
"I love it, myself," chuckled Val.
"You aren't going to put me back in that awful cell, are you?" asked Sandra.
"No. I've something a lot more interesting in mind," chuckled Val.
He pushed open the door of a small, ugly-looking room and ushered Sandra inside. Betsy minced in after her.
Sandra shrank back, hovering in the doorway.
"I, I don't like the look of that thing," she said.
She was staring nervously at a couple of iron bars lying on the floor. The room was dark.
"No electricity," said Val.
Sandra squinted at what she could see of the metal rods. Val lit a candle. It's dim glow cast ghostly shadows through the room.
Sandra rubbed her feet--against the grit covering the floor.
"Couldn't I at least wear shoes and socks? It feels horrible in here."
"I'll get them," said Betsy. She darted quickly away.
Sandra leaned against the door, looking at Val coolly.
"Now. Please tell me the meaning of that little scene out there. I swear, I have never been more humiliated in all my life."
"You were ordered," said Val. "and you refused. Remember what we said about obeying?"
"Yes, but that has to do with you two. Not, not some servant!"
"Servants are people," said Val. "He'll never get another crack at a society beauty like you. Why deny him the pleasure? He'll eventually be married to a plain but honest woman."
"Why me?" snorted Sandra with disgust. Servants were there to wait on people. And wait on them silently. Her family treated the help well, but always considered the cooks and maids a part of the furniture.
"You have to learn to come off of it," said Val.
"But I have!" Her eyes flashed angrily as she spoke. "I, I've slept with you, I've slept with Betsy! What else do you want?"
"That is one of the things you have to learn for yourself," said Val quietly.
Betsy stepped up behind them, clutching a pair of saddle shoes and a pair of long socks. She handed them to Sandra. She pressed her back to the wall, grimacing at the grimy feel of the walls as she slid the socks up over her legs.
She jammed her feet into the shoes and tied them quickly. She stood up and folded her arms over her breasts.
"So what happens now?" she asked.
Val led her to the center of the room.
"I think you'd better take the shoes off," he said.
Sandra quickly untied the shoes again and kicked them aside.
He picked up the iron something she'd seen when she first entered the room. She shrank back, her eyes opened wide with fear.
"Don't put me in that," she said, a menacing tone in her voice.
Val was holding an iron bar. Each end of the bar was set into the center of another, shorter bar, the two smaller bars forming a metal tee with its bottom crossed. There was a metal ring on the end of each crossbar.
"Lift up your foot," said Val.
Sandra raised her leg, trembling slightly. Betsy stepped up behind her and clamped her hands firmly over Sandra's sides.
Val slipped the ring over her foot, and jerked it up past her ankle bone.
"Ow! Damn you!" yelled Sandra, as the metal struck the protruding bone.
He grunted again as he pulled the ring up her calf. He put her other foot through the other ring, then slid it up her leg.
"I don't like the feel of this at all," said Sandra.
"Bend," said Val.
Sandra bent her head towards the floor. "Wrong way," chirped Betsy. She jerked herself up again, and almost fell over. Betsy clasped her sides again.
"What in hell do you want me to do, then?" she asked angrily.
"Patience, patience," murmured Val. "Raise your arms over your head."
She stretched up her arms. Val stepped behind her, and grabbed her wrists. He slowly pulled her down.
"I can't bend over backwards!" she shouted.
"You're very supple," said Betsy. "That's one of the things I love about you."
"Thank you," murmured Sandra, a sarcastic note in her voice.
Val pulled her down until she was completely doubled over. Her voice became a hoarse rasp.
"I'm going to break if you keep me like this," she cried out.
Val slipped her hand through the metal rings affixed to the other crossbar. He quickly did the same with her other hand, and stepped back.
Sandra could barely tremble. She was totally trapped, incapable of moving her arms and legs.
Val walked quickly across the room and came back with an iron cross. The crossbars, each had a metal clamp affixed to them. He shoved the bar under her, and clamped the clamps shut around her upper arms. The cold metal dug cruelly into her soft skin.
"Why, why are you keeping me like this," asked Sandra, her voice filled with fear.
"To teach you," said Val.
"Teach me what!" Sandra tried to make herself sound angry. But her words came out as a frightened whine.
"You'll see," smiled Betsy. She walked up to Sandra and dropped down to a low crouch.
Sandra twisted her head around and stared at her.
Betsy darted her head forward and planted a hard kiss on Sandra's lips. She jerked back.
A small, thick wire dangled from the end of the upper bar. Val pulled it up over the lips of Sandra's vagina, and clipped its end to her pubic hairs. The wire tried to spring back up, but only pulled on the wiry blond hairs.
"OWWW, Oh, God!" screamed Sandra.
She wanted desperately to shoot her hands down to her tormented groin and pull the vicious wire away. But she couldn't even shake.
Val picked up the candle and walked over to her.
"Don't want you to strain your eyes in the dim light," he chuckled.
He tilted the candle and let a few drops of molten wax splash onto the smooth white plane of Sandra's stomach.
Her shriek filled the room, echoing hollowly off the stone walls. Val set the end of the candle down in the puddle of molten wax, then stepped away.
"We're going to leave you for a while," he said. "Think about all we've been telling you."
"No! Don't leave me like this! No!"
She shuddered as she heard the door to the room slam shut. She lifted her head, grimacing at the shocks of pain the movement produced. She gasped with horror as she saw the candle flickering atop her stomach.
It slowly dripped hot wax onto her tender flesh. The stinging pain atop her vagina slowly increased, then exploded.
Sandra started to cry. She felt the pressure atop her groin lessen, and realized that the wire had come away, taking a tuft of her pubic hair along with it. She sighed with relief.
Her shoulders and legs began to ache. She felt the wax continue to burn its way along her flesh, then gasped with horror.
The wax was slowly creeping towards the exposed flesh of her vagina.
"No! No!" she screamed out.
She waited in agony for the hot torture to reach her tenderest flesh. She was sure she was going to go mad from the pain.
Her whole world became one loud, terrified shriek as the wax pushed its way into her pubic hairs.
"Stop this, oh, stop this!" she shrieked.
She had never thought that there could be so much pain in the world. The wax continued its slow, steady march, and finally reached the lips of her vagina.' ".....
She let out a hoarse wail of anguish, feeling her vaginal lips catch fire from the awful touch of the molten wax.
Then the upper bar shot into her orifice, freed from the restraints of the wire.
"No!" her hoarse cry filled the room.
The cold metal dug horribly into her tender flesh. She gasped, and felt herself growing faint. The stinging agony of the wax began to seem distant, as if it wasn't her it was tormenting.
Her vision had become a grey haze. She thought she heard the door open, then saw Val and Betsy coming towards her through the haze.
She stared silently at them with glazed eyes. Val swiped at the candle, knocking it off her. It tumbled to the floor, flared, and went out.
Val quickly undid the clamps around her arms, and pulled the upper bar out from under her. He pulled her right hand out of the metal ring in the lower bar, then pulled out her left.
Betsy dashed over and helped her straighten herself up.
"Lift your leg," said Val softly.
Sandra silently raised her leg. She was only dimly aware of their presence in the room with her..
Val untied her shoe and pulled the ring off her foot. He did the same with the other ring, then tossed the crossbar aside.
It hit the floor with a loud, hollow clank. Sandra numbly turned her head around to look at the source of the sound.
"How are you now?" asked Betsy.
Sandra stared at her for a moment, then spoke quietly.
"I, I'm okay, I guess."
She shook her head from side to side. Val and Betsy led her out of the room and back to the living room upstairs.
She settled herself into the couch and leaned back. A confused look was spread across her face. She looked down numbly at the thin stream of dried wax on her stomach.
"You look puzzled," said Betsy softly.
"I am," she said dully. "I've just gone through the most terrible experience of my life."