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Chapter 19 – The Teeth of the Predator
As they passed through the hallways Charlie was reminded of her mother and the maid's comments earlier: "Mr Campbell, Madeline said that my mother did something bad to you. Can I ask what it was?"
"I'd rather not talk about it Charlotte." His voice echoed faint memories of hurt and pain, but he remained closed lipped. He opened the door to his private room ushering Charlotte within. She noticed some subtle changes to the room. Firstly he had left the beginnings of a new dress on one of the manikins. It was made from a pink material with a delicate pattern of tiny fluttering butterflies and hearts. Along the bottom edge of the skirt however was a procession little girls circling a maypole. It was far from completed however with the bodice providing only a distant hint of the various features that would eventually adorn the dress.
Secondly a lush sheepskin had been laid out on the floor in front of the stereo where Charlotte had sat last night. It was clearly brand new and designed to provide her with a place to sit in this dark, foreboding room. The final change had been the erection of a changing screen. It sat between the work area and the stereo and would provide a modicum of modesty to anyone who utilised it.
Mr Campbell walked to his workbench and asked Charlotte to pour him a drink.
Now was her chance.
With his back turned Charlotte quickly poured him a glass of brandy from the crystal decanter, while he was still rummaging around in a drawer she turned her attention to her spill proof fairy cup. She quickly sucked down the dregs of the pineapple juice and then carefully, but quickly, poured a small amount of brandy into her cup. She needed a lot more, but to take too much now would evoke suspicion.
Her task completed she sat down on the sheepskin and arranged her skirts about her, awaiting Mr Campbell. After a couple of minutes he returned to his chesterfield with a collection of garments in his hands. He sat down and considered Charlotte for a moment.
"Charlotte, I want you to listen to me carefully for a minute." His voice was strict and firm; he was clearly going to say something important.
"Okay." She responded cautiously.
"If you remember, you were to be punished last night, however in light of our discovering your problem I postponed the carrying out of your penalty. I am going to punish you now. In accordance with the rules of the house you will submit to the punishment I have determined for you or you will be forced to submit and be further punished. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir" Why was he repeating what she already knew? She began to fear what was about to happen.
"The reason I am reminding you of this is because you are not going to like what has been planned for you at all. What I want you to keep in mind is that it is for your own good. Do you understand?"
"Yes"
"Good, now I want you to come and sit on my lap for a moment while I explain how you will atone for your deviant behaviour."
'What?' she thought, 'he wants me to sit on his lap! Umm…' Sheepishly she climbed up off the sheepskin, and sat herself delicately on the edge of his knee. She saw that in his hand he was holding a pair of panties and some other objects that she couldn't yet identify.
"Charlotte, I am proposing a rather radical treatment to help you. Now once I've explained this to you, I want you to go behind that screen over there and change into the clothes I am about to give you."
"Okay, but-"
"No buts - now, these you will be relatively familiar with," he held up a pair of blue satin panties. They had been finished with white lace edging all the way around the waistband and legs. He continued, "You'll see that I have modified the insides as well." With that he revealed the brutal strip of bristles in the crotch designed to torment her. She began quivering at the thought of the panties and the memories of her last encounter.
"Unfortunately Charlotte, you have shown that this treatment alone is not sufficient. These panties are designed to remind you that you should not be letting your body dictate your actions. You have a wonderful mind, and I don't want you addling it with ridiculous notions of sex or boys until you are ready to marry. Yet despite your punishment the other day you have continued to misbeha-"
"But-" She tried to turn and face him, he firmly held her still on his knee and continued.
"No interruptions. Therefore you will also be required to wear these for the duration tonight. Now I understand that this will be very difficult for you…" He continued talking to her as she stared curiously at the new items he was displaying. Two thin white leather belts had been produced. The tiny buckles were adjustable and each belt would be around one foot in circumference. From each belt hung from one side two tiny springs about five inches apart from each other, to these springs were attached some vicious looking clamps. She had no idea what these two belts were for until, in horror, she heard him explain them in detail.
"You are to go behind the screen and take off your tights and panties. You will replace your tights with these socks," he referred to a pair of white ankle length socks with a blue frill. "Then you will put each of these belts around the tops of your thighs, taking care to tighten them so that they can't budge. Also make sure that these springs are facing in toward each other so that they sit inside your thighs. Then you must take these clamps…"
She listened in abject horror at what he was proposing… She would be entirely vulnerable – her outer lips unable to protect her from the ministrations of the bristles…
He finished explaining her punishment and it seemed as if hours passed to Charlotte as she sat there considering what to do next. Finally, her voice breaking as she said it, she asked "Mr Campbell – if I promise to do this; wear these horrible things for you, will you do something for me?"
"Charlotte…" his voice stern, was indicating that this fate would befall her whether she wanted it to or not.
"No, please Mr Campbell, please listen to me for a second. I'll do all that you ask. I'll wear those things, and I will sit here and gladly serve you all night. I'll be a good girl and do everything that you need me to do – but can you just do one thing?"
"I guess that depends on what it is."
"I know that you have cameras everywhere – if I promise to go and put these things on now and be a perfect girl all night – will you go and look at this afternoon's recording in the rumpus room? Can you please have a look at it, because I was telling the truth this afternoon – I wasn't bad, but since you don't believe me can you please just have a look for yourself?"
Mr Campbell sat there watching Charlotte beg him to do this thing: "Alright Charlotte, I will have a look at the footage. But not now, when I have time."
"Thankyou Mr Campbell." With that she picked up the belts, socks and panties and dutifully retreated behind the changing screen. What she was about to do to herself horrified her. But she recognised that at least this way she could prove her innocence and maybe avoid the additional punishment for her failed panty check; she also took solace in the fact that she would endure this punishment on her terms, not his, not the maids, not anyone's but hers. She slowly removed her shoes, tights and panties; dropping them in a pile on the floor. She delicately put on the new socks and made sure that the frills were prominently displayed, matching as they did her blue Pooh Bear dress. She buckled her shoes on and then considered the objects of torture remaining to put on.
She unbuckled one belt and wrapped it around the top of her thigh. In order to do this she had to sit on the ground because she couldn't manipulate the little buckles and hold up all her skirts at the same time. She pulled it tight, making sure it couldn't budge up or down, in fact if it did move once it was properly put on it would result in far more pain that even its wicked purpose demanded. With one belt in place she took its fellow and tightened it around her other thigh. With both belts in place she quietly considered the next step.
Mr Campbell had insisted that she would prove that she had put these things on correctly when she emerged, so despite her overwhelming reluctance she grasped her left outer labia firmly between two fingers and grasped one of the clamps attached by the spring in her other hand. She pulled the powerful spring away from the thigh belt until the clamp came in contact with her labia. She opened the teethed jaws of the clamp and brought them over the bottom of the lip, gently she released the clamp until it began biting deeply into her sex.
The pain was dreadful, the small teeth, designed in part to prevent slippage, also provided for a shocking quantity of pain shooting into her. She gasped as she finally left the clamp to its own devices and the spring dragged the imprisoned flesh back towards her thigh. Now she took the other clamp on the same belt and brought it up to the top of her lip. The spring stretched out as she gradually released the second clamp onto her labia. The two clamps now pulled her outer lip away from its corresponding inner lip, simultaneously; they ensured that the delicate inner membranes of her outer lip were thoroughly exposed. One side completed, and now a tear welling up in her eye from the pain, she began repeating the process on the other side. With that task completed, the other two clamps were painfully arranged, splaying her sex open to the world, stretching her apart horrifically.
Now she contemplated the panties, startled at the pains that shot through her as the springs adjusted to her movement, holding her vagina vulnerably open and keeping it pulled taut. She began pulling the blue and white lacy punishment panties over her shoes and inexorably started their journey up her legs toward her thighs. The bristles brushed against her thighs as she pulled them up, reminding her of the destiny that awaited her dainty nether regions. The waistband finally reached its destination and Charlotte could feel the menacing bristles begin to brush against her open exposed flesh. She stood there for a few moments. Mr Campbell would check her work; if she hadn't arranged the panties properly he would think she was trying to cheat on their deal.
With a last effort of determination she adjusted each of the leg bands, wincing in agony as the harsh, hard bristles finally came into full contact with her splayed open vagina. The agony was unbearable; she began sobbing immediately, even before she moved a muscle. The bristles ground into her unprotected hole, over her exposed clitoris and over the inner membranes of her stretched outer lips. The slightest move provoked the forest of sharp torments to graze over the delicate skin, evoking everything from mewls to howls of anguish from Charlotte.
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