Katrina's Taming

KATRINA'S TAMING (by Eve Adorer)

Chapter 9 – Katrina Entertains Guests

I quite literally jumped to my feet as one of my two tormentors, Nina, had come up behind unknown to me as I still squatted and peered over the balcony. She just whispered, “What do you think you are doing Katrina?” and the hair on the back of my neck stood as lighteningly quickly upright as I now did, confused and dazed before Nina, and realising she had seen the state the gusset of my tiny white panties was in, as a result of what I had been watching.

“I will have to report this. You are obviously too much on-heat”, Nina pronounced as if my girl's natural sexual reaction to erotic sensuousness were a guaranteed sentence upon me.

“Please…” I said, meaning to complete my plea but knowing even as I spoke just the one word that it was hopeless.

“Don't try to bargain”, Nina smiled unkindly, “You're in no position to barter. You're not a guest here; you're just a slut, a whore from the streets. Guest or slut you have certainly broken the rules of etiquette. How would you feel if you found some filthy little bitch tramp, utterly useless even as a maid, crawling around your home and poking her nose in where it is not wanted and has decidedly no right to be?”

Even as she said this, Nina had taken my wrists and was holding them together behind my back where, with two clicks I was in handcuffs and being taken down the stairs from the balcony, still wearing only my musk stained micro-panties, in front of Jackie, whose lunchtime guests, together with poor Mi Li, had now gone.

Jackie did not even bother to turn around as I stood awaiting a chance to plead with her.

“I know”, she said Jackie to Nina, resignedly. “She's down as tonight's entertainment anyway. We have the girls from her torture in the girl-cage coming to see Katrina being given something else to think about. She'll never learn it seems. Lock the house and put her in the gym so she can wake herself up a bit, and contemplate her impending punishment….”

And so I spent the rest of the afternoon being overseen by Nina and Mina in the gymnasium and in the shower.

It was whilst I was in the shower that, either because they thought I could not hear for the noise of the pump and splashing water, or because they knew I could hear them and had been prompted, that I heard Nina opine to Mina, that I was very beautiful and had a divine body.

This, of course, pleased me: I am, after all, a girl. It was what they said next that hurt. The gist of it was that they (Nina and Mina) could not understand why I would be hankering after Jackie, that Jackie had no time for me, even though she thought I was very lovely.

In the state of mind I was in about Jackie, I heard the first part of this, about my wasting my time, only to have the tape record of that instantly completely obliterated from my memory bank by either Nina or Mina saying that Jackie thought I was lovely. My love thought I was lovely. My love must therefore have a chance with my love surely!

My shower done I had other girly things to do, such as shaving my legs and my bikini line, and somehow, though they would never at this time condescend to converse with me, to have the two other girls there was company and comfort.

I returned, with my two escorts, to my bedroom, or rather the bedroom I had been allocated by Jackie.

Someone had been in that room just before my return, I was sure of that. I could smell some delightful scent and the en-suite shower was dripping where it had not been turned off properly.

It must have been Jackie, my love-fevered girlmind told me.

Secretly Jackie must love me as much as I her. I smiled inside at this joyful thought. Whether I was deluding myself or not was not a question that entered my mind. My beloved Jackie had said that I was lovely. Of course Jackie could not show her love in front of these minions, but Jackie was sharing my bed. There had been the evidence of the single loose hair on the pillowslip that very mid-morning hadn't there?

Obviously, Jackie had been back into the bedroom I was using and, because she clearly didn't want her juniors to know she had chosen me as her bed companion, at least for last night, had disappeared quickly, knowing I was being accompanied back.

Jackie could not afford to lose face here. That was why she had left this room instantly before we came back to it, and why, clever girl, she was using that scent.

Her scent, it must be her scent, still lingered in the air of that room. It was a scent I had never known Jackie use before. Therefore obviously she must be using a new perfume to disguise her visit to my room. That was the clever bit. That was how much Jackie secretly loved me.

As we entered the bedroom, fully without so much as a by-your-leave, Nina and Mina led me to the dressing table where they proceeded to comb and brush out my hair and raise it into a ponytail.

Believe me, to have these two very pretty girls dancing attendance upon me was something I found more than a little erotic.

I especially loved them brushing my hair as they did endlessly till it shone, and the innocent way that their perky breasts, all be they under their blouses, would press against me as these girls busied themselves around me, such that I knew that neither girl was wearing a bra, or indeed needed one, so pert and firm were they.

Of course I knew, having been clearly told, that some fate was destined for me that evening, and I also knew that there was no point in my asking what it was. All I knew and all I would be allowed to know was that I was to be, “entertainment”.

Of course I also knew what form that entertainment would almost certainly take. And, even though I had experienced tortures the like of which could surely not be exceeded by whatever was in store for me that evening, I was having trouble with my bowels from fear and had to excuse myself several times.

You ask the obvious question at this point: why did I put up with what was going on? Why did I not fight and protest and make the authorities aware of what was being done to me?

I can only answer with one word. The one word of my answer is “love”. Looking back at this distance I know now whom it was really love of. At the time of the events I only knew whom it seemed to be love of: it was love of Jackie.

By submitting to Jackie's will I was thrilling Jackie. Who would not wish to have her lover enjoy her? Even if the way in which Jackie had so far enjoyed me, my body and my mind, but most especially my body, was a little extreme by mundane standards, I longed for her to enjoy me once again. I was willing to show my love for Jackie through these extremes. If Jackie wanted me to suffer for Jackie, suffer for Jackie I willingly would.

If Jackie wanted me to suffer for her I would suffer gladly. And my suffering was getting me closer to my love wasn't it? Jackie had been in bed with me the night before hadn't she? Was it not her hair strand on the pillow, despite the colour not being quite right? Was it not her perfume in the room, even if she must have taken to wearing a new scent? Of course it was in both cases. I was winning over my love to me and I would suffer gladly this night for my love.

Time had moved on. I could hear chatter and laughter once again. I knew that guests were assembling and that that must mean that my fate, whatever it was to be, was not far off from being fulfilled.

Mina brought me a dressing gown and Nina put slippers on the floor. As Nina moved to the door Mina actually leaned over me as I sat on the stool before the dressing table and kissed me on the cheek telling me that I was “exquisite”.

My blush was deep pink as I stood to have her help me on with the dressing gown and then sit to put on the slippers.

Dressed thus I was led gently down a back staircase to Jackie's main dining room where young pretty maids, not encumbered like the slave maid I had previously been for Jackie, but free and unfettered in their micro-micro-mini-skirts, ran legilly hither and yon to be ready for Jackie and her guests.

All the way along my walk I found myself excited that whatever was to happen Jackie would be there to see and enjoy and I would therefore be performing for Jackie.

Once in Jackie's dining room I was ordered to strip naked and to climb a platform stepladder that was placed before some horizontal wall bars such as are seen in gymnasia. In this case the wall bars were hinged to the wall at one end, and had been swung out to allow access behind.

The skills of Mina, and more especially Nina, at bondage were now to be put to the test and not in the least found wanting.

I was ordered to stand with my back to the parallel bars. I therefore stood on the stepladder with my light brown pony-tailed head and neck above the wall bars. Mina now took my arms fed over the wall bars my Nina, and tied me with strong leather straps by the wrists to one rung below where my arms would ideally wish to be stretched to, if I had had any choice in the matter, over the wall bars.

To say that this hurt my shoulders would be a complete understatement. But as yet I still had the relief from my feet being on the ground, or rather on the platform top of the stepladder.

Mina was now around the front of me and was fixing two tight leather “garter” straps in half-inch broad brown leather around my beautiful thighs, just above my knees. Each of these “garters” had a dog leash type hook attached to it, and each of these hooks was at the front of both garters now around my lower thighs.

What horror was in store for me I did not know, but a new departure was evident in what was done next, as Nina put two half-inch broad brown leather straps around my neck. Each of these straps, one around my neck above the other in opposite directions, were made into a loop, by having their loose ends passed through a ring at their other ends.

Each of the rings through which the loose ends of these straps had been passed to make the loops around my neck, were now touching my slim neck.

The long loose ends of these two straps also had strong rings in them. These loose ends presently dangled down either side of my chest, toward my lovely breasts.

Now Mina brought a “bra” to fit to me. This “bra” was constructed from the same half-inch broad brown tanned leather of the strap around my neck. It was, in fact, a combination of leather straps and metal rings such as that at my throat.

I was shown this “brassiere” so that I could suffer the psychological effect of being made mystified as to its purpose, knowing in the back of my mind that it was going to torture me in some way I could not yet work out for myself.

The “bra”, as I looked at it, had no cups for my lovely breasts. Instead of cups, there were two circles formed by individual leather straps, one strap for each tit.

These two leather straps were made into two individual circles, one to go around each of my breasts. The loose ends of each of these loops had, as with the straps around my neck, been passed through a metal ring so that they formed the circles to go around my tits.

And, in this case, the straps making the individual loops had saw-toothed plastic edges, so that as the straps were pulled through the rings making the loops, they could go through but not come back. These saw-toothed plastic edges were the equal, but on a larger scale, of the one-way ridges in plastic cable-ties such as are now used to tie the wrists of prisoners of war.

At the loose dangling ends of both of these two circle-forming leather straps, there were metal rings of the same type as those at the ends of the strap around my neck.

The two saw-tooth-edged circle-forming leather straps that one could easily see, else why the two, were destined to go around my warm firm naturally big 36 inch D-cup titties, were linked together, where my cleavage would be once the bra was on me, by another very small short strap with rings at either end, through which the two circle-forming leather straps ran.

To fix this leather strap bra to my chest, the ring-fitted long loose ends of the straps forming the loops to go around my individual tits, were passed around my back, through a larger metal ring there, the saw-toothed edges holding them from slackening, and their ringed loose and still free ends doubled back on themselves to be brought back around in front of me.

Mina and Nina now gathered rings together.

Nina took the neck strap ring at my left side, and the ring from the left “bra strap” that had gone around my back, through a larger ring, and then been doubled back to my front and, having gathered these two left side rings together, just as Mina had for the rings on my right side, used a dog clip to temporarily hold the gathering of rings in one place in front of me.

I was, believe me I was, totally baffled at what was going on.

I had so far experienced only that bafflement. I was now about to experience pain.

Yet two more half-inch broad straps were produced. Each of these had buckles. Then the girls produced a set of two strong steel hooks linked by a short leather strap.

Nina and Mina now also had a stepladder apiece and worked either side of me.

The two steel hook arrangements were fixed alongside each of my shoulders onto the wall bars' top rung, where my aching arms were drawn over the top of the wall bars.

Now Nina took my right ankle and Mina my left, and pulled my feet up so that I was lifted off my stepladder, and put my feet through the wall bars to hold my gorgeous legs folded temporarily.

Next they took the two fresh straps with buckles and with them strapped each of my legs at the ankle around my stupendous thighs near my groin, fastening my legs inescapably individually folded double.

I was now in agony. The whole of my delicious 115 girl pounds were suspended over the wall bars by my pretty arms, and the pull on my wrists and arms was that suffered in strappado with arms up behind.

Thankfully, I could reach my feet through the wall bars, as had been done before my ankles had been tied to my thighs, and thereby relieve my poor arms a little. But this relief would not be for long.

Assistance was sought from the sexy young maids, and eagerly volunteered.

A lovely freckle-complexioned redhead of, I would swear, no more than eighteen years, if that, now stood on one stepladder to hold my tight tied folded left leg steady in her gentle cool pretty hands whilst Nina and Mina both, took hold of my gloriously sexy bound folded huge thighed right leg, and took my thigh up where the dog leash type hook on the “garter” around that thigh just above my knee, could be fixed to the long hook with short strap, fixed at its other end to the wall bar.

An exchange of stepladders now took place, and Nina and Mina lifted my stupendous left thigh up, to hook it by the dog leash hook on the garter just above the knee on that thigh, to the hook with short strap fastened at its other end to the wall bar on that side of me.

My two tormentors now thanked the sexy pretty multi-freckle-visaged young redhead, “Norna”, as they busied themselves removing the dog clips temporarily holding the rings from my bra strap, the one that went half-around my back and then doubled back, and fixing both these to the dog leash type clip rings fixed to my thigh garters left thigh and right thigh respectively.

Finally, where rings and hooks are concerned, they took the two rings at the end of the straps around my neck and hooked these to the respective dog leash clips on my thighs. The top strap around my neck had its loose end fixed to the dog leash clip on my left thigh, and the bottom strap around my neck had its loose end hooked to my right thigh.

I was now in so much pain from the whole weight of my gorgeous body being suspended from my wrists that all I could do was cry out in agony and beg to be released.

But they were not finished with my bondage yet. Around just above my individual ankles, Nina and Mina each clasped closed the “anklet” ends of individual curved wire rods – “push rods” - leading up to the two halves of a nine-inch long, one-and-a-half-inch diameter, “double-half”-dildo, shaped like a penis, with a ring-lip at the base of its head.

This dildo comprised two halves of one round dildo, split down its full length, so that the flat sides of the semi circle each half of the dildo then formed, were face to face with each other, and could be operated together or individually.

These two half-dildos combined to form as if they were a single one-and-a-half-inch diameter nine-inch long smooth black wooden penis-shaped dildo, running in its two halves, one each, from the wire rods attached to the “anklets” ringing my legs above the ankles in fact, at the lowest end of my superb calves. These rods curved from my leg-rings to take the individual halves of the dildo proper to where the two halves of its ringed tip could be rested in the outer lips of my sex.

The two halves were side-by-side on the tips of the stiff wire rods running up purposely bent from the anklets so that the tips of the double-half dildo were in the outer lips of my cunt. Movement of my bound legs would therefore, obviously, drive these rods and thus the two halves of the double-half-dildo in and out of me. The rods and dildo halves were cruel spurs.

The cries of my pain and distress were music to Jackie's ears as the wall bars on which I was multi-strapped were being swung back against the wall from where they had stood hinged open to facilitate my binding.

As this was happening Jackie was bringing in her all-girl guests who, as if to demonstrate, and not to lose face with one another, that they were all super-sophisticated girls-of-the-world, and consequently bored with and dismissive of even the most bizarre happenings, more or less ignored me.

Mina and Nina were waiting on their individual stepladders, one each side of me, for a signal from Jackie, my own platform stepladder having been removed when the wall bars had been swung back to the wall.

“We have a little entertainment for you tonight, ladies”, Jackie announced, simultaneously clapping her hands just the once to get the attention of fifty or sixty all-women guests.

This gave her guests the excuse that they were in truth looking for. To ignore my plight had been hitherto de rigueur among them, so as not to lose face and to seem more blasé and worldly wise, and “seen and done everything”, and “this is nothing compared with when I was in….”, and “oh that, I've seen that a hundred times before”, than their fellow guests.

“Many of you will recall the exquisitely sexy free-spirited wilful Katrina………”

Now that Jackie had drawn attention to my body curving up toward the two hooks at my shoulders on the wall bars, and therefore showing my anus to them obscenely, it would be bad manners not to pay the attention the host had called for. These secretly eager girls could now therefore excusably ogle the beautiful nude girl that was I, hanging so obviously painfully from the wall bars at top left of the dining table.

Jackie now signalled to Nina and Mina, who promptly cut the short leather straps between the hooks holding my legs up to the wall bars, and then removed the now useless hooks from the two dog-clips gartered to my thighs, and from the wall bars. Nina and Mina then finally threw these severed bonds to the ground.

Now my bound-double legs were free, having been released from the initial holding hooks, my thighs fell and thus drove the cruel nine-inch-long double-half-dildo at the end of the rods leading up from the “anklets” I wore, hard up into my unlubricated cunt. I howled with the pain from this brutal rape.

And, as Nina and Mina stepped down and took away their individual stepladders, the rest of my agony began for real.

The effect of taking away the temporarily securing hooks, was to allow the full weight of my gloriously beautiful securely tight-tied-folded legs, with the enormous poundage of my orgasmically powerful thighs, to fall.

As my stupendously huge thighs fell, so they pulled on all the straps in which my body had been bound.

All the rings at the end of the straps with which my body was bound, led to the dog leash clips, on my individual thigh garter straps, just above my knees. The consequence of this could only be, that my huge thighs pulled down on the rings and tightened the straps the rings were at the ends of.

The wonderful poundage of my gloriously beautiful thighs was therefore pulling the neck strap loops tightly around my neck and throttling me.

The wonderful poundage of my gloriously beautiful thighs was therefore also pulling the saw-tooth edged, one-way tit strap loops individually and together around my breasts very tightly, and therefore strangling my tits at their respective bases, from the effect of the action of the pulling of the wonderful poundage of my glorious thighs on the doubled-back “bra straps”.

I was being tortured by having to bear all my delicious girl pounds on my arms stretched over the top of the wall bar threatening to pull my shoulders out of joint, whilst being strangled at the neck and around both of my lovely breasts by the beautiful weight of my very own stupendously huge erotically powerful thighs.

On top of all this, as my torturers and Jackie's guests gathered around to witness, the action of the wonderful poundage of my stupendously beautiful thighs being allowed free to fall, had driven the nine-inch-long double-half-dildo, fitted to my anklets, deep into my cunt.

I was turning blue from being strangled by my own glorious thighs. The veins were protruding horrendously on my pretty face where my head had been excruciatingly pulled down toward my chest. My eyes were half closed and dazed and glazed. My mouth was open and my tongue, sticking out between my lovely lips, which were turning blue.

Of course I must fight and lift my sexy thighs if I was not to choke myself, and my instinct was, equally of course, to survive.

I therefore struggled to raise my thighs, pulling up with my thigh and buttock muscles, and with my neck, to release the wonderful weight of my thighs from strangling me and my poor titties, and found relief for my neck and gasped in the air that my previous throttling had denied my lungs.

The action of raising my thighs, as I struggled to do so, had caused the individual halves of the double-half-dildo to part-leave my cunt. As my individual legs lifted, as my thighs struggled to rise, it pulled one and then the other half of the dildo halves some way out of my cunt. And when my legs fell back down, or when I flexed one leg or the other individually, it rammed the individual dildo half or halves, hard back into my slit, either separately or together. I was therefore also being raped by the weight of my own glorious thighs.

Although I had raised my thighs and thereby relieved my neck from being strangled, the straps around my breasts seemed to know only one way to go, and my beautiful breasts were therefore still hard strangled around their individual bases, and stood rigidly hard straight out from me, swollen gigantically, with nipples like mountainous cones of pain. My nipples and breasts both, were turning puce from their brutal throttling.

All the while I must fight to hold my wonderful thighs aloft toward my breasts. But to hold my tight-tied folded legs thus was to hold them in a position for which nature had not provided my muscle structure. I was therefore fighting a fight against the weight of my stupendous thighs: a fight it was inevitable that their massive sexy beauty would cause me eventually to lose.

All this discovery of the horror of the bondage I was in, had happened in but the first minutes of my torture. How long there would be for me to suffer strangulation by my own thighs I did not know. Even had I dared to ask, I was incapable of emitting more than the choking coughing sounds of a girl whose windpipe had been and was still intermittently being effectively slowly strangled by her own thighs.

My physical torture was well underway as the entertainment for Jackie's guests and Jackie herself. They watched me fight the weight of my massive thighs, win for a while holding them aloft, and then, aching muscled, have to let them down and, in so doing, drive the dildo halves hard up into my slit, whilst strangling myself, as my thighs pulled hard on the straps around my neck.

There was nothing in the way I was bound that could conceivably be regarded as safe limiting. Were I to fall unconscious over the hours I just knew I was going to hang in this agony, I could not avoid my wonderful thighs strangling me. I would not be throttled to the extent inevitable had I been hung by my neck, but the weight of my bound legs lowered and uncontrolled by my muscles, would be sufficient to close my windpipe till I ceased to breath-in sufficient oxygen to long sustain my brain.

The fitness in which I prided myself would be and was being sorely tested by this bondage. The weight of my tight-tied folded legs was immensely difficult to endlessly hold up to my chest, as I must, but must, to avoid self-strangulation. The agony from my strangled breasts was just a sideshow.

I, of course, knew that Jackie found having my legs tied this way, overwhelmingly erotically appealing. I could see from the wide-open pupils of her eyes, that she was sexually aroused to see my powerfully beautiful lower limbs bound helplessly and sexually so that they were strategically controlling my fate.

My glorious body beamed out erotically magnetic compulsion. My thighs were orgasmic in their bound muscular massiveness. But I was not suffering pain pleasurably as I hung there for the sexual pleasure only of my tormentors.

The pull on my arms and shoulders and shoulder blades was burning excruciating fire in my sinew and muscles: fire that could only be relieved, and then only partially dampened, by my lowering my thighs, in contradiction with that I must fight to avoid doing, because of its threat to my neck and my very breath.

I cried out with helpless hopeless pain, begging to be released. With my tongue swollen in my pretty mouth, as my tongue now seemed constantly to be, even when I succeeded in keeping my heavy legs aloft for a while, I was mostly emitting an incoherent babble.

The astonishing erotic beauty of my cruelly and obscenely bound body, was only added to by the way my soft sweet girl's flesh shone in the spotlights trained upon me. My skin was sheened in the delightful dew of perspiration running down my perfect softness. The bedewed titanically sized thighs of my tight-tied-folded legs therefore shone all but like two super-orgasmic mirrors.

Hours passed with long interludes of my succeeding in my straining girlfully to hold my thighs up against my cruelly painfully swollen tits. Then, inevitably, the constant cramping pain of this necessity, strange to my buttock and leg muscles, was such that I could not constrain or contain any longer one or other or both legs, and they would irresistibly slowly lower, beyond answer to the weakening orders from my tiring horrified mind and my super-tired aching muscles, to rise again.

In my agony, I would moan as I fought to pull my leg or legs back up again. I gritted my lovely teeth as I strained to pull my heavy thighs once more aloft. I all but cursed myself to drive myself to the physical strength I needed to match the mental imperative I was overwhelmed by, but becoming overwhelmingly tired by, of keep my stupendously sexy legs up against my nipples.

Over time, it was guaranteed that my muscles would ache agonisingly, and my strength would be correspondingly sapped. One leg would fall and my tears would flow as I fought to pull it up and just could not, and it would pull on the strap around my neck, and the world would become blurry, and I would see stars before my half-closing yet wide staring eyes as I was being strangled, and I would bite my tongue as I tried to grit my teeth, and not even notice that I had drawn blood from my poor tongue, so fear-filled was I at the absolute imperative to raise that stupendously heavy, and getting-heavier-by-the-endless-hours, handsomely heavy, erotically heavy, sexily heavy, beautifully heavy, orgasmically heavy, no, heavenly heavy girl-thigh again, or else have it slowly squeeze tight and breathless my oxygen of life providing neck.

Each time a leg fell, my cunt was shafted by the dildo atop the spurs attached to my lower legs above my ankles. This only added to my burning fiery pain: both mental and physical. It was as deeply physically painful to have my unlubricated split raped by the harsh thrust of one or other or both halves of that nine-inch long dildo, as it was humiliating and denigrating to my poor overwhelmingly distressed mind.

My breasts were already, after the hours I had hung there, strangled to the form of enormous blue-black pulsing throbbing burning agonising globes. They now seemed to be more than twice their naturally wonderful normal size, and on the verge, from the terrible pain I had from them, on the very verge of bursting open.

If anything my nipples felt as if they had been turned inside out, so swollen and purple-blue-black were they from the tourniquet tightness of the belts looped around the base of both my tits: belts now narrowed murderously tight, by the pulling of the wonderful weight of my thighs.

Minutes seemed like hours as I hung there in my agony, and the hours never-ending.

My eyes swam and my head lost and regained part of my consciousness as my thighs fought to murderously strangle me, and I fought to arrest and hold their gorgeous gigantic beauty aloft.

I drifted into half-unconsciousness and back into three-quarters-awareness. I caught snippets of conversation about me, none of which I can now recall. I gagged and coughed and wretched and the unmerciful pain from my irreversibly strangled breasts throbbed, and my dildo raped split seared excruciatingly.

And yet I was causing love. Norna, the pretty freckle-faced redhead maid, who had helped in finalising my bondage, just could not keep her eyes off my compelling beautiful full-grown-woman's body, as it hung in erotic torture before her.

I heard her being reprimanded about keeping her mind and her eyes on her work, and being told that what was going on was none of her business, and how she would be whipped if she was not more careful.

Time passed, and the pretty young Norna's fascination with my full-grown-woman's beautiful body continued, so that it was, though in fact I had no measure of time's elapse, three or four long lonely hours into my struggling agony, when I heard the sound of whip on bare flesh, and the innocent cries of pain turning to sexual wantonness, as this lovely young girl, no more than eighteen surely, was being flogged after patience with her had been at long last lost.

I was truly shocked that my beauty had captivated this freckle-faced oh so delicately pale skinned angel so much that she would suffer a whipping for me.

Although I could not see what was going on, to punish Norna, her sexual fulfilment was being ultimately purposely denied her, as they strap-whip-raped her, thrashing her horizontally across her bum and upper thighs and, consequently, her nude shaven virgin's sex, as she bent over, naked legs as closely closed together as long-since time-honoured mothers' advice to virgin girls, in front of the two torturesses, Nina and Mina, who beat the little virgin miss with heavy flat strop straps.

And what a strapping they were giving the poor pulchritudinous redhead Norna's pearl-pale near translucent skinned buttocks. I could see nothing, but I heard the countless times that lash lashed nubile nude, and nubile nude squeaked squeals, and then moaned moans, until her monumental moans became heavily-honeyed, and multi-musical, and her crying crisis cries, became smooth swooning sighs, as with seeping secret siren secretions from vulnerable virgo-intacta inside sex, her hell helloed heaven, with the onset of overwhelming oncoming oceanic orgasm. And the frequency and the harsh hardness of the lashes inexorably increased the nearer Norna, this sexy little virgin, approached her crisis, until the echoing “WHOP” “WHOP” “WHOP” “WHOP” “WHOP” of the two strap-whips, wielded to weal the over-bench-bent wench, were metonymic in their savage swotting slap scoring, on her sexy, sweaty, succulent saccharine-sweet-sex-juice-splash-splattering, schoolgirl's secret slit.

And my own sexual arousal increased with the sound of Norna's whipping, and with the cries of Norna's highly charged wholly abandoned sexual pleasure pain, and increased again with the return of this poor young maid to her duties.

Norna was now re-clothed in her micro-micro-mini-skirted maid's uniform, and the slow way she walked told of her continuing pleasure pain, as much as the look on her face told of her still not subsided, humbling and desperate lust for sexual relief.

All this following from Norna's newfound, completely unexpected, overwhelmingly shockingly powerful pleasure at being strap-whipped to arouse her virgin's lust, and leave her exactly intactly unfulfilled. Norna's lovely flushed face and her glazed eyes told how deeply frustrated she still remained, after experiencing the ultimate pre-intercourse arousal for the young virgin schoolgirl she clearly was.

But what caused my cunt to fill with my nectar, was the sight of the vast multitude of livid red welts across the backs of this poor innocent's handsome slim bare thighs, as Norna turned away from where I was hanging: and the way the profusion of her contusions increased as she bent in her duties to innocently flash more nude leg, leading ever up and closer, to her heavily criss-cross-whipped, nude shaven, intact virgin's heaven hole.

Norna had had her virgin slit cross-whipped for me. This innocent little virgin schoolgirl had had her slit slapped for enjoying me. Norna had been strap-whipped for enjoying my suffering. She had suffered for me, and was still suffering for me. And my perverse sexual arousal fully arrived from the recall of her sexy sexual moans, as the latter lashes had kissed her naked beauty, and how she must have been thinking of me as she was strapped with agonising fire, before it turned to the warm glow of aroused sexuality, and the imprinting of my overwhelming full-grown-woman's beauty on her young mind, with every succeeding strap lash.

And my cunt creamed as I thought of the sexy sensuous sensitivity of Norna's young girlness, and her powerful cunt-centred pleasurability, fresh and new and still intactly virgin, and hitherto untested, other than by the totally inept fumblings of the equally young boys who had longed for her comparatively mature eighteen-year-old girl-woman's body, or by her own overwhelming curiosity-compelled delightful young fingers.

I let out a sexual gasp, which even out sexied the moans and gasps of the little colt Norna with the fresh striped flesh of the recently strap-whipped, as she had been thrashed just now before.

Suddenly looking up at me lasciviously were Jackie and an outstandingly beautiful blonde woman, with the greenest of green eyes, who looked to me like an angel. I thought that I must have been dreaming, this girl was so beautiful and her eyes so rivetingly compellingly bright shining green.

“That's truly wonderful meat up there Jackie”, the sexually devastating green-eyed blonde opined for Jackie's hearing.

“One-hundred percent prime-cut filly”, she continued.

“Not an ounce of wasted fat. Superb hams, fantastic udders, gorgeous rump, looks damned fit: the best filly-meat I've seen you handle, and you've had some triple-A filly pass through your hands, you lucky woman.”

“Has it ever dropped a foal?” she enquired, using that exact term.

“No Belinda”, said Jackie.

“Good. I thought not”, this girl concluded. “My mistress would have the final say of course, and would want to inspect the meat herself, but if you ever change your mind about transferring the debt, there's fine filly-meat hanging there right now, it'd need breaking and training, but fine meat, and absolutely no doubt.”

“My compliments to your mistress as ever Belinda,” said Jackie, “But I already told her straight to her face last weekend, that it's ‘no sale'!”

“She'd take the meat at above market price and offer a good package for the Chinese piece as well”, said the gorgeous green-eyed honey blonde.

“Belinda, I already said ‘no sale' ”, Jackie repeated, “And you know damned well Mi Li isn't Chinese she's Korean, and she's very special in herself, and to me too!”, Jackie laughed.

Even though I had been suffering girl hell, I had not been beyond noticing that, when the guests and Jackie had returned to the dining table after two hours or more of ogling me, as they drank cocktails and chatted away as if I did not exist, to leave me suffering coughing and choking still in their sight, there remained an empty chair and place-setting on Jackie's right-side, even when dining was concluded, at least another hour and more later.

And then another lovely girl made her entrance. This startling beauty swept along in full evening dress of neck to floor light-catching, eye-captivating, electric blue.

The top of her dress hugged her perfect figure, and especially displayed the contours of her pertly firm little breasts. From her superbly slim waist, the lower half of her dress cascaded in folds and swirls voluminously, till it ran onto and just, only just, touched the ground.

The skirt half of the dress seemed to move along with the grace of a swan on water, powered by the girl's hidden legs of course, but almost as if it were a separate creature into which the top of the girl merged, like the upper body of a female centaur. The dress was sleeveless, and all the way up her pretty dainty-doll arms, to just short of her armpits, this lovely vision wore electric blue silk gloves.

Her brown eyes flashed like diamonds in the bright lights. Every head, including mine not least, turned to admire this incredible delicate little doll. And she, without embarrassment, as if to be the sole centre of everyone's attention was entirely her due, smiled with an easy but stunningly lovely grace, as she swept toward the chair Jackie was holding in readiness for her to sit at the table, on Jackie's right, and between Jackie herself and the lovely green-eyed blonde.

This deliciously delightful dainty doll was to have the honour of sitting right next to Jackie: my love: my Jackie!

As soon as she reached Jackie her tiny gloved hands were gently on Jackie's proffered arm, and she leant lovingly against Jackie as they walked to the table together, and touched her head on Jackie's shoulder in the trusting tender surrender of a girl deeply in love, and in lieu of the kiss of greeting that is unnecessary when return of deep love is completely assured.

This vision of all that is gracious and beautiful in a young girl, was Mi Li.

Mi Li was to all appearances Jackie's love. Mi Li was to all appearances Jackie's lover. Mi Li was where only I should be! Mi Li had stolen my love! Mi Li had stolen my Jackie! Mi Li had stolen Jackie's love from me!!

My heart was broken…..

…… And yet, even more perversely, I became instantly super-sexually aroused at this further mental dagger through my poor heart.

And I began to work my bound thighs up and down and thereby rape myself with the two halves of the double-half-dildo. I was girl, so I instantly responded even more to this self raping with the unique way a girl is gifted with: I filled my slit with my natural lubricant, and the artificial cock I drove in and out of me as I worked my thighs now shone with my nectar.

As I worked my thighs I strangled my breasts harder and harder with the one-way tightening straps looped around their bases, and the pain of their swollen magnificence throbbed as if it were a drumbeat to drive me on, in the act of public masturbation I was performing.

As I worked my thighs I was also tightening and loosening the straps around my neck, and half choking myself each time, pulling my head hard down to my chest and pulling extremely painfully hard on my poor arms tied over the back of the wall bars. But I cared not. I would willingly torture and strangle myself for my Jackie, to show my Jackie that my love for her was worth more than my life to me, and far more than that bitch Mi Li.

And that was as much the background to my actions, as the deep pain of the stab to my tender heart was the forefront trigger for the perverted flooding-in of my love-juices, and my desire to torture myself to a cum.

My dew dripped from my body as I worked my thighs to masturbate myself, and I cried out with choking coughs as I throttled my neck with the enormous weight of my thighs.

The falling weight of my enormous bound legs, was pulling the garters around my thighs down, and thereby transferring the weight of my thighs, to the tourniquets around my now hugely swollen blue-black throttled breasts on the tips of which my nipples looked on the verge of bursting open, and to my neck which was rubbed red raw with the chafing of the choking straps at my hidden Adam's apple.

I worked and worked my thighs and was all too soon, being all girl, on the verge of an orgasm for Jackie. I now thrust my thighs so far down, so very far down, as far down as I could take them, as far down as if my legs were not strapped to my neck and my tits, and as if I was squatting freely on the ground on my toes, so far down that they were further down than they had ever been in my bondage, so far down that my thighs were all but in the horizontal plain, and so far down that my breasts were turning black with my throttling them from the pull I was exerting on the straps surrounding their bases, and so far down that the holes in my nipples were opened out like the very centre of beautiful twin black roses, and so far down with my heavy thighs, that I was completely strangling myself. And I choked and coughed and my tongue stood out like a stiff blue-black penis from my blue-blackening lips. And so far down did I thrust my thighs that the two halves of the double-half-dildo were right up as hard and as far as they could ever go into my slit, and I was orgasming. And my tits stood out like gigantic black bursting melons, and, because of my throttling myself, my clitoris was extremely swollen huge hard and hyper-pleasure painful. And I was strangling myself, I was choking myself and my eyes were wide open and staring and shot red with blood, and my cunt lubricant was dripping to the floor, and my dew was running in rivulets all down my beautiful body, and I fainted dead away after I had stupendously extremely strongly supremely come and come and come and come, and girl-come for my love, for my Jackie…