whipped,' she declaimed bitterly. 'You'll love it, darling,' Terry was enthused.
'Lick your own cunt,' Pettie tugged at her handcuffs in despair.
'You're being very silly,' Dorinda reproved. 'Besides, if you're a woman's libber, wouldn't you sooner have my tongue than a man?' Pettie moaned in exasperation and tugged away at her bonds. 'I don't want anything. Can't you understand? All my cunt wants is to be left alone.' 'Awful waste,' said Terry.
'It's not going to be left alone now,' Dorinda promised.
I stood to one side and watched.
It was a very feminine affair.
They left her handcuffs on. It simplified their job enormously. She made quite a to-do about laying on her joined arms. But Terry and Dorinda paid no attention. The female thing delivered to them was of no consequence. They went about their work absorbed.
When they had her spread helpless as they had been, they handed me the whip and retired to separate walls.
But I sensed something wrong. Pettie expected me to whip her. Thus, obviously, she should be shocked. I handed the whip to Dorinda, and myself retired to the sidelines. Pettie's eyes widened in fear. Women are merciless with women. Dorinda struck.
All in the mind? Perhaps. But, watching, it seemed to me that Dorinda knew things I did not. The weal across the pouting lips rose up to proclaim female dominance. the keening cry of anguish was totally feminine. Pettie was in good hands.
The two girls took turns whipping her sex. Sometimes the prostrate girl with her spread legs turned to me as her only hope. 'Master, oh please master. Make them stop. make them…'
I did not make them. Pettie screamed and screamed.
'Please master, I'll never try to escape…. never!'
The whipping went on and on. Each girl intent as she accepted the cane. The female vulva staring up in mute appeal, the skin around it scarlet, turning purple.
Suddeny it stopped. 'May we tie her, master?'
'Is she not ideal as she is?' They nodded, eyes aflame. 'Thank you, master. Do you wish to watch?'
I did not wish to watch. This was a female thing.
'Don't leave me alone with them. master, oh, please…!'
I went away. I looked back only once. Dorinda's mouth was buried deep within the hair between our delinquent's legs. She was sucking lustily. Terry was not even aware of me.
I was not alone. The Grand Marnier kept me company. That and the sounds…. I expect it was more the sounds. I wished I had had the courage to stay. But I knew it best to allow them their own joys in their own way. I had no wish to envy them more than I already did. To be female must be wonderful. They have no need of men. I turned to the Grand Marnier. It was a small comfort.
I dreamt of Suburbia and longings. Of how a girl's breast beneath a sweater could send me bonkers. Of how a bit of thigh revealed in the underground could fill my day with passion and loneliness. Someone would marry these breasts and thighs and enjoy them. I pictured myself on my wedding night, taking off the clothes that had cheated me. What would I find? Nothing like Dorinda or terry. I was sure of that. But I was curious. Why didn't I kidnap one of those self satisfied little bitches and find out what was underneath her clothes? I laughed inwardly. I had no need. Dorinda and Terry and Pettie offered me finer breasts and better handfuls of cunts than any underground. Their agonies were more rhythmic than the clickety click of the tube train's wheels.
'We have her ready for you, master.'
Dorinda's words brought me back from far away. My naked slave with her chained feet was smiling at me from the doorway. 'We have performed our task, master. We would not presume upon yours.'
I went to see what they had done.
Petulance lay upon a bench. Her handcuffed wrists were drawn back over her head and tied. Her shoulders were also bound. Her feet were pulled asunder but not rigidly fastened. She could do much with them and her legs save bring them together. They were held open. Pettie was an invitation. She looked up at me malevolently but dared not speak. The lines of salacity were still upon her face. I knew why. Pettie knew I was aware. Her face flamed. She tugged at her pinioned ankles, seeking to close her legs and deny me entry. But she was beautifully tied. My girls had served their master well. I entered into my kingdom. Pettie Corbin moaned and moaned. I could not tell whether in pleasure or in pain.
Perhaps there is no difference.
'Should we punish her more?' I asked.
It was the next day.
'She has not been punished, master,' Dorinda affirmed.
'She has been made aware of womanhood. That is all. She will instantly revert.'
'The whip?'
'In training, master. She must be made to speak the words. She must want to speak them.'
'Bring her forth.'
Twenty-four hours. For pettie Corbin it had been life. Now her ankles were chained. She wore her handcuffs like bracelets. For her, escape had become a pretty dream. She looked at me without adoration. 'I suppose you are going to fuck me,' she said listlessly. 'Which of the thirty six positions?'
Terry whips her. When it is over she is more humble. 'Tell me what to do, master.'
I tell her what to do.
Terry and I hang by our thumbs. It is one of the cruelest punishments. It goes on and on. We hang that we may see each other?s tears and share our moans. Our searching toes cannot find the floor, but the chain between our ankles loops down so that a couple of links find the contact we are denied. We are exhausted and without hope. We may hang like this for hours or for days. When we are lowered there will be something else…. I suppose I deserve it. But poor Terry does not. Darling Terry…
It?s all my fault. They trusted me. They looked to me. I don?t know why. I?m no stronger willed than Terry, no wiser than poor Cedric. But he fell in love with us both: with Terry as a girl and with me as some remotely beautiful Goddess from his dream world. He was all wrong. I?m only a girl too. A girl who sheds tears and hurts the same as Terry does.
I?d seen the danger signals from the moment old Rabin rented me to poor bewildered Cedric. He was just a boy from some stuffy little nothing place in London. A little boy lost. I don?t think poor Cedric really knew what he was searching for. But he believed he had found it in us. Perhaps he actually did. Certainly Terry and I possessed a power to give him tremendous happiness. He?d been so lonely. Suddenly we filled his life. He fell in love.
It was the day Mrs. Corbin retrieved her chastened daughter that we all made the awful mistake. We were suddenly alone and intimate. Two naked chained slave girls and a man who adored them. That word does not fit him. Cedric was a boy. A boy who was ashamed to whip us any more and wanted to take us back to England.
“I?ll never know our price. It must have been right. The poor boy looked a bit white and strained when he came back from the battle of wits with Rabin in which h purchased us. You can be sure the old Shylock would try and drain him dry.
I should never have let him go. But think of it! I?m only human. All of a sudden freedom was dangled in front of my eyes. Cedric wanted us. He would pay Rabin: Not only for two girls but for the sure passage of all three of us back to somewhere safe. Somewhere outside this desert society of you scrach my back and I?ll scratch yours! Even in this weird part of the world there exists the banking and wire services by which money can be made available. If you have it, poor dead Cedric evidently had enough.
The way he explained it, I couldn?t pick holes. There seemed no reason it would not work. Rabin was the key. Money would buy Rabin. Simple! There was an awkwardness when I asked Cedric what he?d do with us in England.
“I don?t know,” he laughed ruefully. “Can?t take you there in chains,” he grinned at us frankly. “But I want to. May as well admit it. I never want to let you go. But when we get out of the plane you?ll be free. You can kiss me good-bye and go.”
Terry and I cried. It was too much emotion. After slavery it just did not seem possible. No more chains or whips or cords that cut our skin. No more rotten little cells or dungeons. No more men using our bodies…. We looked at each other through our tears. Terry knew what to say.
