Chapter 8
She paused for a moment, then continued.
"I should hate you both terribly. By all I have been taught, by all I've seen for myself. But I can't. In fact, I've come to realize that I love both of you very much."
Val grinned broadly. Betsy's face lit up with happiness.
"You've finally learned," said Val, leaning back in his chair. "It was rough, but-"
"Wait a minute," interrupted Sandra. "I still don't quite understand it. All I said was that I love both of you."
Betsy jumped to her feet. "Let's go play in the dungeon!"
"All right," grinned Val. He pushed himself away from the table and followed behind her as she dashed towards the house.
Sandra watched them for a moment, then slowly picked herself up. It suddenly occured to her that she wanted nothing more than to join them in the cellar. She sprinted madly across the lawn.
As she approached the house, she saw that the dried wax was peeling painlessly off her skin. She smiled brightly, and quickened her pace.
"Come on," waved Betsy eagerly as she walked into the living room. Val was just pushing open the door leading to the cellar stairs.
Sandra dashed in after them, and sprinted down the stairs. By the time they had reached the lowest basement, they were all giggling ecstatically.
Sandra saw the love she felt for them blossom inside her and spread a warmth throughout her body. She laughingly pushed them aside and dashed into the cell.
"Well! You're in a hurry," chuckled Val, as he closed the door behind him.
Betsy was already pulling off her clothes. She was slowly moving towards the opened door as she undressed.
She watched as Val walked to a corner of the cell and busied himself with pulling off his pants.
Betsy motioned to the already naked Sandra to stand next to her. Sandra dashed over, wondering what she had in mind.
Betsy pointed to Val, then to the door with a sly wink.
Val turned his back as he pulled off his briefs.
"I'll take them, dearest," murmured Betsy.
"Here," said Val, handing them to her without turning around.
Betsy quickly scooped up the rest of Val's clothes. She tossed them out of the door.
"Hey! What are you doing?" laughed Val.
"Throwing away your clothes," chuckled Betsy.
Sandra suddenly realized what Betsy was planning to do. She picked up her clothes, and threw them out. Betsy did the same.
"Why not?" said Val with a shrug.
He started walking over to the straw mat. He sat down slowly, and looked up at them with a huge grin.
Then Betsy grabbed Sandra's arm and dragged her quickly out of the cell. She shut the door with a loud slam. Sandra heard a clinking sound, indicating that the action had locked the door.
Val jumped up with a roar.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!"
"Locking you up tight, darling," murmured Betsy. "Sandra and I have an appointment in the living room."
"It's nice in there, really," Sandra called out. They dashed down the hall.
Val pounded on the door with tightly knotted fists, screaming curses at them.
"So loud, so loud," murmured Betsy.
"Isn't he?" replied Sandra.
They walked back up to the living room.
"Well! It looks like that cell isn't as ancient as it looks. A slam lock! Really now!"
"Well, it's better to modernize, I guess," said Betsy, with a sheepish grin.
They stretched themselves out on the living room rug.
"How long do you think we should leave him in there?" asked Sandra.
"I don't know. A couple of hours, I guess. Val doesn't like being confined too much."
"Well, anybody can get used to anything," replied Sandra.
Betsy giggled and wrapped her arms tightly around her. They made love for a few hours.
Sandra sat up, covered with sweat.
"Think we should undo him now?"
"Oh, not right now," said Betsy. "I'm all sweated up, and so are you. We don't want him to see us like this, do we?"
"Most certainly not!" replied Sandra eloquently.
They dashed out to the pool.
"A couple of turns and then we'll let him go," said Sandra. "Okay?"
"Okay," replied Betsy, and dove into the pool.
They swam about for fifteen minutes and dried themselves quickly. They dashed down to the cellar.
Betsy paused as she entered the corridor.
"Val! Are you there?" she called out.
"YES! WHERE WOULD I BE?" came the angry reply. The stone walls echoed the cry back and forth across the corridor.
Val's pants were lying in a crumpled heap near the door. Betsy fished the key out of his pocket, and quickly unlocked the cell.
Val stepped out, a haughty expression on his face.
"So! What shall I do?" he said somberly. "Whatever you want, I guess," said Sandra demurely. "Come!"
His tone was one of command, but Sandra could sense a note of amusement in his voice.
He ushered them into a small, bare room. A dirty rubber mat was stretched along the room's back wall.
Val produced a coil of rope.
"Betsy! On the mat!"
Betsy stepped up onto the mat. Val ordered her to sit, leaning her shoulder blades against the wall behind her.
He told Sandra to sit down next to Betsy, then wrapped the rope tightly around her, pinning her arms to her sides.
He grasped Sandra's waist and grinned broadly.
"Since you two have become such good friends, I figure it would be nice if I let you stay together for a while. Have a good time now."
He nestled Sandra's shoulder against Betsy's bare waist. He stepped back.
"Interesting," he mused.
"Sandra. You do love Betsy, don't you?"
"Oh, yes," breathed Sandra. She nestled against her.
"Good! Then you won't mind following a few simple instructions."
"No, not at all."
Betsy turned a loving gaze on her. Sandra noticed with a start that she was wearing her glasses. Her nudity had obscured them.
"Lick her nipple," said Val. "The hair, too."
Betsy's nipple grew firm and hard. Sandra pressed the tip of her tongue to the roughened flesh surrounding it. Betsy murmured.
"Now take it in your mouth," said Val. "The whole breast, or as much as you can accommodate."
She opened her mouth as wide as she could and took Betsy's breast between her lips. The soft white flesh bunched up around her mouth, and Betsy's nipple pressed firmly against the tip of her tongue.
"Now bite," said Val. "And I want to see blood!"
Betsy shivered as Sandra slowly sank her teeth into the flesh of her breast.
"Oh! Darling!" she cried out.
Sandra grazed the soft skin until she felt a touch of wetness at the tip of her tongue. A tiny red mark, exuding a few drops of blood was showing on Betsy's breast when she withdrew her mouth.
"Now the armpit," said Val.
Sandra slowly ducked her head down. She felt a momentary flash of disgust, then quickly brushed the feeling aside.
She slowly extended her tongue, and ran the flat of the pink flesh along the thickly-haired surface of Betsy's armpit.
"Oh! It's good," Betsy gasped passionately.
"I think it needs a little more," mused Val. "Really do it! Grind on it!"
Sandra opened her mouth as wide as she could and pressed her lips firmly over Betsy's armpit. She made loud sucking noises with her lips, amazingly delighted at the feel of the hairy flesh in her mouth.
Val untied her about fifteen minutes later. They went upstairs to the living room again.
Betsy and Sandra seated themselves on the couch. Val slid into an easy chair across from them. He stretched out his long, hairy legs and grinned from ear to ear.
"You two really gave me a rough time of it in there," he said. "I swear, I was ready to tear the walls apart!"
"Oh, you must have been furious," chuckled Betsy.
"That's hardly the word. Say. I really haven't punished you two at all, have I?"
"No, you haven't," said Betsy.
Sandra looked a bit nervous.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"How about a good, old-fashioned whipping?"
"Great!" yelled Betsy, leaping to her feet.
Sandra looked undecided for a moment. Then her face brightened. Her eyes shone as she spoke.
"I think that would be a really good idea," she said, her voice a soft purr.
"Come on!" Betsy grabbed her arm, and they skipped out of the living room.
Val followed quickly behind them. He laughed as Betsy pushed her way into a basement room.
Sandra stepped immediately over to the board embedded with iron clamps. She placed her wrists in the clamps.
"Me first, all right?"
"Fine," said Val.
He walked across the room and came back brandishing a long, thin leather whip.
He held the whip handle silently in front of Sandra's face.
She leaned over and kissed it. He pulled the handle away, then closed the clamps tightly over her wrists.
The first stroke of the whip plunged her into a whirlpool of stinging agony. The second made her feel happier than she had in years.
When Val took her hands out of the clamps, she couldn't believe it was over so soon.