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Chapter 8
School snivelled as she was bound. Reinforced leather cuffs were tightened about her ankles. Sturdy padlocks snapped shut echoing throughout the dining room.
The dining room was bathed in the gentle flickering light of many dozen candles. Multi-pronged silver candelabras sat atop ornate sideboards and within alcoves throughout the room. Twenty points of light glowed in a crystal ch andelier hanging from a roof dominated by an intricate ceiling mould. Antique Georgian chairs were placed neatly against the eau de nil walls contrasted with elaborate white plaster frescos and cornices. Beneath the soaring ceiling a spotlessly lacquered long oval dining table ran the length of the room.
Two other features dominated the room: a huge marble hearth contained a crackling fire whose warmth reached every corner of the room and a massive bay of panelled windows, currently hidden behind thick and luxuriant golden drapes. It was a room that a crowned prince of Europe would have envied.
Christine sat uncomfortably in her highchair amid a dazzling array of silverware. Mister Black and Mister White – attired in dinner suits – sat either side of her with Pain further down the table next to Mister Black. Pain squatted awkwardly over a roughly-made wooden stool that clashed drastically with the surrounding opulence. Bolted to the floor, it featured two short chains attached to the seat’s outer rim and two ankle cuffs attached to its legs. The cuffs bound Pain ankles to each side of the stool, while the chains on the rim were fastened to “D rings” built into the waist of Pain’s corset. The chains were too short to allow Pain to stand while the ankle cuffs ensured she straddled the heavy wooden seat. In addition, a hateful dildo jutted rigidly from the stool’s seat to make certain she did not want to sit down. This left Pain in a terribly uncomfortable position with her thighs straining to keep herself aloft of the 10 inch rubber invader coated with thick nylon spines.
In an open space at the end of the table, Mistress Red forced School’s feet apart by attaching her ankles to a spreader bar. Red took her time, letting the tension in the room build.
“Are you enjoying your drink my dear?” Mister White asked Christine.
She glanced at the milk filled plastic bottle before her. Each place setting at the table featured fine bone china plates, shining silver cutlery, delicate crystal glasses and crisp linen napkins… all but hers. Christine’s place had a melamine bowl in place of a plate; a plastic spoon in place of cutlery, a baby bottle instead of a glass, and a bib in lieu of a napkin. She did prefer her oversized highchair though – much better than Pain’s stool complete with its vicious dildo covered in ½ inch long spines. “Thank the lord for small mercies,” she thought to herself.
“Drink up.” White suggested.
As School’s wrists were encased in leather cuffs to match her ankle cuffs, Christine lifted the plastic bottle and took a first tentative suckle on the rubber nipple. Warm milk filled her mouth.
Mistress Red clipped two long chains to School’s wrists, locking them on with more padlocks. She pulled the other end of the long chains through a shackle embedded in the floor and then across to the far wall to two sturdy winches. Red ran the chains into the first of the two winches as School lifted one of her shackled arms to wipe her eyes and nose. Her chains clanked loudly.
Still at the wall, Mistress Red released a pawl on a second winch, causing a third heavy steel chain to snake down from the ceiling and coil up before School. This chain was then attached to centre of the spreader bar between her feet. School looked about, trying to comprehend the rigging.
Mistress Red cranked the second winch, pulling in slack from the ceiling chain. School watched as the excess chain was wound back up into the ceiling. The crank wound round and round as Mistress Red’s eyes became intensely focussed on School’s reactions. Aware her feet would soon be dragged into the air, the miserable School sat down; the slack disappeared and the spreader bar began to rise into the air, pulling School’s legs with it.
A sharp leather slap echoed throughout the room. “Get your hands off that table you fat slut!” Mister Black swatted Pain’s hands with a crop as she momentarily tried to support her weight by leaning on the table. Christine looked over at the poor girl. Wide eyed and trepidatious – Pain shifted her balance, causing her ankles to twist in the cuffs that bound her to the stool. She winced as some of the sharp protrusions on the dildo jabbed into the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
Slowly School’s feet ascended. Her bottom lifted from the floor and she moved her hands to stop her flimsy school skirt from falling over her stomach. The click, click of the winch echoed throughout the room adding further drama to an atmosphere already heady with fear and expectation.
Mister Green chose this moment to enter the room with a flourish and a grin. “Gentlemen. Lady.” he nodded toward the reclining Mister Black, Mister White and then toward his female colleague across the room. “Sluts,” he added as an afterthought before sitting across the table from Christine. He pulled his napkin onto his lap, “I do love a good dinner party,” he opined to the table. “This is the entertainment I take it?” He indicated toward School’s increasingly vertical form at the end of the table.
“Indeed.” Mister White agreed, “Apparently she has begged to be caned.”
“And I intend to humour her request,” Mistress Red added. “She asked very nicely, didn’t you pet?” She stopped turning the winch and walked over to School who was almost entirely off the ground now. Only her shoulders and head remained on the thickly carpeted floor.
“Yes Mistress.” School said quietly. Mistress Red swatted School’s hands away from her skirt which immediately fell toward the floor exposing her full-cut blue cotton panties. The Mistress then stroked School’s inner thigh, caressing her pudenda.
“I always like to give my Sluts what they want, and I do like it when they ask so nicely. Speak up, remind me what it was you wanted me to do?”
School squeezed her eyes closed and shook her head. Red’s index finger ran along the seam of School’s panties, following the line along her mound. “Oh, so shy… come now. Please, share with your dinner companions what you want me to do with you.” School shook her head.
“You’ll tell them Slut. Yes you will,” a pair of scissors were produced. Mistress Red stuck the pointed end deliberately into School’s mound. “You’ll tell them right now,” she said threateningly. The scissors opened, the lower blade slid underneath the gusset of School’s panties. Slowly, Mistress Red cut through the cotton, the cold metal resting against School’s smoothly shaven lips.
“Please?” School whimpered.
“Tell them or you will regret it,” Mistress Red underlined her threat by scraping one of her tapered fingernails over School’s labia, trailing a red welt after it.
School sucked back her breath as the sharp nail scratched her. “Please.” She said eventually, “Please cane my cunt.”
“Louder.” Mistress Red instructed.
“Please cane my cunt.”
“Again.”
“Please cane my cunt!” School sobbed out. “Please cane my cunt. Please cane my cunt. Please…”
“See Gentlemen, she can be quite persuasive. Don’t you think?”
“Indeed,” answered Mister Black. “Shall we take turns?”
“No!” School blurted out. “You didn’t,” her wild eyes shot to Mistress Red; her shackled arm shot out to grasp at the hem of Mistress Red’s skirt: “Not all of them, I only asked you, please!”
“Get your hands off me!” Mistress Red slapped School’s thigh sharply.
“Please, no I beg. Only you Mistress. I only asked you.”
Mistress Red stood back. “What do you think Gentlemen? You all heard her beg.”
“I think it would be rude not to assist the young lady,” Mister White offered.
“I would be happy to help,” Green added. Black nodded as well.
“There you have it Slut. The Gentlemen would like to take turns caning your nasty little cunt. Aren’t you lucky?” She returned to the wall to recommence turning the winch.
“No, please Mistress,” using her hands School twisted about on the floor to face Mistress Red. “Please, not all of you, I only thought it would be you, please, I take it back, please don’t cane me, not all of you.”
Her head left the ground, School was now entirely upside down, her hands flat on the ground trying to hold some of her weight. “Please!” She squealed.
“I think we should eat. Gentlemen?” Mister Green inquired of his fellows. He then lifted a silver bell from the table and rang it. Moments later every eye in the room turned to watch Rubber totter into the room.
Ponderously she made her way to the table carrying a silver platter. Her strict leather boots clattered on the dark wooden floorboards. Yet again, Christine marvelled at Rubber’s ability to walk in her ponderous heels. Once at the table Rubber made her way to each occupant, carefully serving their meals. She crinkled as she walked, with the various layers of her rubber maid’s outfit rubbing against each other. At each of the sadist’s places she placed delicate serves of terrine and a spoonful of what appeared to be fish roe. On Pain’s plate, she placed a single rice cracker prompting Mister Black to explain, “The fat slut’s on a diet…” Christine watched with dismay as yellow sludge that smelt of banana was spooned into her bowl.
Click, click, click and a final click. School now hung inverted in the air, her legs splayed wide by the spreader bar; her hands unable to touch the ground. Mistress Red now swapped her attention to the other winch – this one pulled in the remaining slack of her wrist chains to prevent her moving her hands to defend herself.
“Lovely to have you back Rubber Slut.” Mistress Red said as she finished her work. “I gather you have some new jewellery. We’re all very intrigued, please do show us.”
From behind her rubber mask, Rubber looked toward Mister Green, who waved a hand: “You heard her Slut.” And then to the rest of the room: “I am very proud of my handiwork.” Rubber placed her tray on the table and began to lift up her apron and tight black skirt. Meanwhile Mister Green provided commentary, “As you all know our Rubber Slut had a little accident on the Cunt Buster. It must have been exceptionally painful to have been torn so badly. But luckily for Rubber Slut I am quite dab with a needle and thread and she’s well on the way to recovery. I was concerned however, that she would quickly return to stuffing her hole before she was entirely healed.
“So I have devised a new means for keeping her huge gaping fuck hole closed. I have no doubt that as soon as our backs are turned she’ll want to fuck every horse cock and baseball bat she can find. Well, we can’t have that - I spent a lot of time tightening her back up and I don’t want to see all my hard work ruined. Hence, I have devised the following solution.”
Rubber’s skirt was now hiked up about her hips, revealing her naked thighs and crotch. Christine couldn’t help but stare at the stretched flesh between Rubbers legs.
“So while we were nipping and tucking I removed all our size queen’s excess labia which you will all remember dangled quite obscenely. I cauterized everything nicely and installed these lovely grommets. The chains are surgical steel. Anyone stupid enough to try will have difficulty getting them off with a bolt cutter. I suppose in hindsight I did excise a little too much labia, but then again with this arrangement we’ll just stretch what’s left so it eventually comes together. Eventually she’ll stretch enough so that the lips meet naturally, but in the meantime we just have to maintain some tension.”
Christine couldn’t believe what she saw. Along each of Rubber’s nether lips, a series of half a dozen small grommets had been punched each side of what was left of her outer lips. A single delicate steel chain had been threaded through each hole, across to its corresponding mate and then diagonally down to the next grommet and so on. The whole arrangement was completed with a small lock fashioned into a heart which hung between the final holes just short of her perineum. Rubber’s surgically altered labia were clearly too short to cover her hole and ordinarily would have left her inner lips and hole prominently displayed. However, with the chain pulled exceptionally taut, her lips were stretched closed. The way in which the flesh puckered between each hole gave an indication at to just how much strain her poor girl flesh was under.
“So no inflatables?” Mister White asked.
“Now now Mister White, remember, I said no stuffing the slut until she’s fully healed.” Mister Green advised, “But I will have you know I’m doing all I can to speed her recovery. I’ve filled her vagina with wool soaked in iodine. That should hold off any infection and help her along. Then again I couldn’t find any cotton wool, so I had to make do with steel wool instead, so maybe it might be an idea to avoid using that hole for a while. I can definitely recommend her mouth though, it’s been keeping me quite satisfied over the last few days.”
Christine’s eyes bulged. Was there no reprieve in this mad house? Not satisfied with tearing Rubber’s poor hole apart, Green had single-handedly turned Rubber’s most intimate place into a pit of unending agony. She tried to imagine how Rubber must have felt to have steel wool pushed inside her only to then have her labia chained together and pulled so terribly tight.
“Very nice.” Mister Black added, “But can we get back to this evening’s core business. There’s a cunt hanging up over there that is looking rather white and, well… boring. I think it needs a bit of colour.”
In response a harsh swish cut through the room as Mistress Red swung a rigid cane through the air. School’s chains clanked as she struggled desperately in her bondage. Swinging the cane again, Mistress Red approached School’s clanking form. The girl’s crotch spread open before the aging Mistress. The scissors cut the remnants of School’s panties away from her; they fluttered down to the ground in a flash of blue. “Mistress, please.” School begged, “I’ve changed my mind, please don’t cane me,” she whined pathetically.
The cane lined up, Mistress Red held it firm against School’s labia. “Oh-my-god, oh-my-god, oh-my-god,” School clattered in anticipation as she felt the hard length of the cane press up against her. The cane rose. It sung. It hit.
The most terrifying scream imaginable tore from out of School’s depths as the cane solidly thudded into her splayed crotch. The scream seemed to last an eternity until School’s breath was entirely expended. “OH GOD, NO! OH MY GOD, OH GOD. Please no, no don’t!” Another blow fell, this time on the other lip, precisely adjacent to the first. A second scream turned to coughing. “It hurts, it hurts! Please, no. Please!” A third stroke; this one to the left of the first.Another scream.More begging.
“You can’t! Stop! Please stop, I’ll do anything!
“Anything?” Mistress Red asked. She sank down to her haunches before School’s inverted face. “Would you take Pain’s place? Would you willingly sit on that cock and have a hundred spikes tear into your nasty little cunt? Would you squat in the middle of the table and fuck yourself on it until you came, bleeding? Or would you ask Mister Green to stage a little bit of surgery on you so you could join your friend Rubber? We could even go a bit further and have some spiked balls imbedded in your womb so every time you get fucked it feels like a knife through your belly? Or childbirth? Mister Black has a wonderful idea to inflate a baby sized bladder inside a slut’s womb and then induce contractions. We might do that to you every night for a week, just for fun. So: do you still want to do ‘anything?’”
“No Mistress.” School said quietly, tears splashing onto the floor beneath her.
“So you want me to cane you?”
“No Mistress, please stop. It hurts too much. Please I can’t take any more.”
“I’m going to cane you School. Between your legs. But you can stop me at any time you like by suggesting another punishment. An appropriate punishment. Something along the lines that I just suggested. Something imaginative. But until you do, I am going to keep on caning you. And when I get tired, Mister White can take over, or maybe Mister Black or Mister Green.”
“And then I’m going to fuck her.” Mister Black announced to the room.
“What a good idea, I think I’ll join you.” Mister Green clapped in agreement.
“How about you Red, bring one of your strap-ons with you?” Mister White asked.
“No, you can’t, please!” School cried out.
“What a wonderful idea.” Mistress Red stood back up. The cane rose again.
School’s mound already sported three thick red welts. They were soon joined with a fourth, and then a fifth and a sixth. School screamed herself hoarse. Meanwhile Christine watched on helplessly from her highchair. She felt terrible. She was relatively unbound. Nothing was to stop her hauling herself out of her seat and intervening. Pain was chained to her stool, Rubber could barely stand in her ballet boots. Only Christine was unfettered and able to act. But she dared not lift a finger for fear of what might happen to her. Shame pulsed through her.
School’s screams were soon interrupted by Pain. The buxom girl’s legs had started to give out on her and the inevitable outcome was slowly unfolding. “Oh no, no nonononono, no!” Pain cried.
Mistress Red pulled back her cane and sank down on her haunches before School’s face.
“See Slut. I can stop anytime you like. All you have to do is ask nicely to fuck that,” Mistress Red pointed toward Pain’s stool.
“You see slut, see how her legs shake? She’s realised now that she has two choices. She can wait until she collapses and falls on that dick in one big nasty movement, or she can try to do it slowly before her legs give out. I wonder what it feels like to have those spines dig into you? I imagine the ones on the top are the worst, can you imagine them digging into you, gouging your sweet little hole,” Mistress Red started softly stroking School’s red and swelling vagina. “Each one, sharply sticking in you, prising apart your hole, tearing into the soft, sweet flesh. Then the next, and the next until your weeping hole stretches to let it all in, and then that’s only the beginning. There’s still a whole ten more inches of the thing to go. Ten inches of rasping and spiking and cutting into you.”
Pain cried openly now as she sat atop the dildo and tried to lower herself slowly.
Christine closed her eyes amid the chaos and terror. She tried to shut out the horrid noise as Pain deliberatively sought to lower herself onto the spiny dildo. But no matter how hard she tried to, the terrible noises pierced through her defences.
“No, no. I can’t.” Pain cried out as the she experimented with the first spines. A newfound resolve saw her lift herself back up and resume squatting inches above the vicious device. Her thighs shivered with exertion, her brow coated in sweat.
“You can’t last forever you know.” Mr Black pointed out to Pain. “Eventually you’re going to sit on that thing.”
Pain just shook her head.
The cane resumed its work between School’s legs accompanied with renewed screams. Christine shook her head in wonderment at the reactions of the male sadists. With all the cacophony going on around them, they carried on their dinner as though they sat in a refined, exclusive restaurant. Wine was poured, bread rolls buttered, small slices of terrine delicately poised on sparkling silver forks were consumed with clear enjoyment.
“My dear, please join us,” Mr Green invited Mistress Red. “This really is exceptional, chef has outdone herself.”
“I am rather busy.” She replied; her cane poised for another blow.
“Please, I insist, perhaps I can relieve you.” Green stood to his feet and unzipped his fly to release a fully engorged cock from the pants of his dinner suit.
“How kind of you.” She responded with a gentle smile while she passed her cane to Mister Green. He took a brief time rearranging School’s rigging, lowering her bottom to waist height and re-attaching her wrists to the chain that hung from the ceiling. School now hung horizontally which made application of the cane more difficult, but presented new options for the girl’s torment. Green immediately took advantage by plundering his raging cock into School’s battered and swollen hole. This new assault brought a more sustained reaction from School. Her piercing screams were replaced with a constant wailing as Green’s cock forced its way into her.
“God, please take it out, it hurts!” School squealed.
“I must recommend this to you gentlemen, she grips like a fist. Perhaps from now on, all couplings with this slut should be preceded by a good caning?”
“No! Please don’t, no! You can’t! You just can’t! Oh my god, it hurts! It hurts!” School wailed. Green responded by continuing to thrust himself rigorously home.
“The suspense must be killing you.” Mister White leant over and whispered in Christine’s ear.
“What?” She responded breathlessly.
“Aren’t you feeling a little left out little Lollie? Rubber has her new jewellery; Pain’s about to fuck herself onto that wondrous dildo; and School seems like she’s very much enjoying her caning. If I were you, I’d be wondering what’s in store for you?” Mister White leant back and ate his last mouthful with relish; his tongue lolling suggestively over his lower lip.
Christine sat back in her highchair, suddenly worried. Her diaper squished, piss leaking into her plastic pants. She looked around the room, from School’s prostrate form, to Rubber standing uncomfortably waiting to clear away the first course, to Pain.
She caught Pain’s eyes. The blonde had a look of terrible desperation on her face. Her eyebrows peaked, frown lines formed in the middle of her forehead, her bottom lip trembled. Tears of frustration and fear slowly formed in the corner of her cornflour blue eyes and ran over her soft cheeks. The look in Pain’s haunted eyes broke Christine’s heart.
Her feelings toward the blonde were all jumbled and confused. The girl had kissed her. Christine now knew she’d had reacted badly. She felt shame that Pain had felt the need to apologise. She’d befriended Christine at a time when Christine needed that more than anything else in the world. But Christine felt she let the friendship get confused. She’d let temptation entice her. She’d found herself looking at Pain with impure thoughts.
But here was the one person in this horrific place, her only friend, about to be hideously tortured – possibly even maimed – begging her to help her with nothing but her eyes. Those deep, sad, blue eyes. Christine felt her heart rip asunder. Who cared if she liked Pain? In this whole god-awful shitty mess, the friendship of this girl was the only thing she could cling on to. And she’d been about to abandon her because of what she thought her parents and friends and family would think? There were more important things now. Like surviving. Like having someone else to rely on and be strong for you. And that’s what Pain needed right now. What sort of person would she really be if she ignored Pain in her plight?
Christine looked up and stared straight at Pain. She stole herself, she pulled in every piece of strength she could into the core of her being and she mouthed the words “Be strong for me”.
No one else saw Christine silently speak those words. No one but Pain.
It was as though an inner light bloomed in her. Pain took strength from Christine.
She closed her eyes. Deliberatively, slowly, and without a word or a cry, she lowered herself onto the hideous dildo.
The room fell silent. School’s cries descended to gentle weeping as Mister Green pulled out. Red, White and Black all stopped eating.
Inch after inch of spiked cock disappeared inside Pain. Never once did she flinch. Not once did she cry. After a slow horrid minute Pain’s bottom finally reached the seat of the stool and the cock was fully buried deep inside her.
Only then did she open her eyes. It wasn’t defiance that burnt behind her eyes. The sadists would have reacted to that. It wasn’t hate. It wasn’t anything these malicious degenerates could put their fingers on. But Christine knew. Not a person in the word spoke. They’d been expecting screams, tears. They’d wanted begging and snot rolling down her face. They got none of it.
Pain’s performance immediately put a dampener on the rest of the evening. From that point on the blows to School didn’t seem to have the same energy behind them. Their rapes lacked vigour and imagination. Black tried to revive the evening by exclaiming he wouldn’t “fuck a wet sloppy cunt” and that he intended to cane School’s hole shut before ripping it open again. Even his sadistic efforts failed to reignite the atmosphere of terror that had earlier reigned throughout the grand dining room.
Christine never found out if something special had been planned for her at that dinner. If it had, the group had obviously decided to postpone her fate until a better occasion presented itself.
The balance of the evening came to a quick conclusion after Pain’s performance. A main course was served, but the rapists had clearly lost their appetite. School passed out after Mr Black had his turn. Mister White turned down his opportunity to cane and rape her, and Mistress Red never produced her strap on. After Rubber cleaned away the plates, each of the perverts made their farewells and left. Eventually only Mr Green and the girls remained.
Silently Green lowered School to the ground and unbound her. He looked about the room: from Rubber, to School, to Christine and finally to Pain. His eyes dwelt there for a moment before he threw a key on the table, “Sophie will be shutting down the place in twenty minutes. You have that long to get yourselves upstairs and in your rooms.” And with that he left through the heavy steel door that led to the stairs that descended toward the ground floors… and presumably freedom.
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But freedom was far from the thoughts of the girls. Helping each other was their sole focus. Rubber immediately tottered to School’s unconscious form while Christine extricated herself from her highchair and grabbed the keys from the table. Shaking with fear and adrenaline she clumsily unlocked the chains that bound Pain to the terrible stool. Pain looked down calmly and when she was free she delicately lifted herself up. Christine’s imagination had prepared her for the worst, but delight spread across her face at what she saw: no blood. The nylon spines had been all bark and no bite. Pain looked down with a grin to match and together they shared a brief moment of joy.
Rubber and School still needed help though. The next minutes passed in a blur as the four figures helped each other ascend the two flights of stairs back up toward their rooms. School remained unconscious and Rubber was not in a position to provide much help given the constraints of her maid’s uniform and ballet boots. Between the two of them, Christine and Pain hauled the dead weight of School up every step, across the floor of the playroom and up into School’s bedroom on the top floor. They pulled her onto her bed. Christine tried to restore some of the poor girl’s dignity by pulling her skimpy skirt over her horridly welted and swollen vagina. Rubber quickly pushed her way to School’s bedside. Her mouth, still wedged open by her trademark ring gag, made noises that gave no doubt she wanted the other two to leave. Christine looked back over her shoulder as she left the room. Rubber knelt next to School, their heads together. Soft soothing wordless sounds leaked out of Rubber’s mouth and into the ear of her lover. Christine left them to their private moment.
She walked back through the common room toward her own room.
“Lolita?” Pain called.
She stopped and turned into Pain’s room. The blonde sat on her own bed, her devilish shoes already cast to one side. “Can we talk?”
Christine sat down on the bed.
“Thank you.” Pain said quietly. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Are you alright?” Christine asked.
“Yes, I think so. Thanks to you.” Pain’s hand extended. Christine took it.
“What happened?”
“It hurt. Fuck it hurt! But I think I’m okay. All I had to day was stay strong. You helped me do that.”
“I didn’t do anything.” Christine said modestly.
“You did and you know you did. If not for you, I would have stayed up there until my legs gave. I was sure that thing would have torn me apart if I fell on it. You gave me the strength to do what had to be done. I just want to say thank you.”
“No need. I did what I had to, it was you who suffered.”
“Rubbish. We’re both okay, better than School anyway.”
“Do you think she’ll be alright?” Christine asked.
“Better than it could have been. You saw her. She’ll recover in a couple of days. It could have been much worse.”
“I have to change.” Christine said.
“Okay.” Christine awkwardly pulled her hand free.
Returning to her room Christine discarded her baby clothes and diaper. Removing its heavy saturated filth from between her legs was sheer bliss. She even treated herself to a quick trip to the bathroom to splash water on herself. Feeling almost human, she went to find a new diaper for the night but was dismayed to find a note. Carefully handwritten, it was attached to a Christine-sized fleecy onesie hanging up inside her wardrobe.
“Dear Little Lollie,
I will go to sleep hard tonight knowing you sleep in these pretty pyjamas. Don’t wear your plastic pants. That way I will know you wore the jammies.
Love,
Daddy White.
P.S. I will go to sleep even harder in the knowledge that if you don’t wear your jim-jams, then I will very much enjoy stuffing Miss Bum-bum with Mr Willy at assembly tomorrow.
Christine sat on the bed, deflated. She read and re-read the note several times before following its instructions. It was a small price to pay to avoid a violent anal rape in the morning. On a brighter note the pink fleece was warm, a welcome fact given the winter cold that oozed out of the concrete floor and walls of her room. The snaps at her crotch gave her some trouble, but eventually she clicked them all closed over her fresh diaper.
She knelt down next to her bed to pray, her normal nightly ritual.
“Lolita?” Pain whispered, her head poking around the corner of her door.
“Hmmm…” Christine said, thinking about sleep.
“Can I come in?” Pain said quietly.
Christine almost answered, “Why?” Then she realised how stupid the question was given the events of the evening. Instead she sat up. “I thought you said you were okay? Quick, come in.”
“You sure?” Pain asked tentatively.
“Yes. Sure I’m sure.” Christine answered.
“I’m… undressed.”
“As I would be if Mister White hadn’t promised me some of his special attention tomorrow if I don’t wear this to bed.” Christine answered, pointing at her fleecy pyjamas. Pain walked in.
“Sit down. Did you want to talk?” Christine asked.
Pain sat at the foot of the bed. “I just didn’t want to be alone right now,” Pain said quietly. “And, I just wanted to say thank you. You really are a true…”
At that moment, the steel door began to close, Pain and Christine both leapt to their feet. The door clanged shut, automatic bolts shot home, sealing them inside.
“Oh fuck!” Pain cried. “Where’s the siren, Sophie usually gives us a warning!”
“What the?”a confused Christine added.
“What do we do now?”
Christine stood looking at the huge steel door. She looked across at Pain as the lights dimmed to darkness.
“What else can we do?”
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“Samantha?”
“Yes?”
“Give me back some sheet.”
“Sorry.”
They had dropped the names their captors imposed on them an hour ago.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Neither can I.”
“So, how did you end up here? How did they grab you?” Christine asked.
“Shit, that was an age ago. I went out with friends to celebrate something. I forget what. We went to that Mexican place in the village, what’s it called?”
“Don’t ask me, I’m a hick remember?”
“Oh. Anyway, I forget its name. Anyway, I was having a great time. There were a couple of guys at the bar who I had my eye on and then Andy comes back with shots. One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three. Things got out of control. Some guy from work offered me a lift, but I had eyes on these others at the bar. I kept catching one of them look at me and I figured all I needed was one more drink and I’d launch the irresistible Samantha bomb at him. But the drinks kept on coming. Look it all got a bit hazy. I woke up here. You?”
“Similar story. Our band was preparing for a big competition, so we thought we’d get some experience playing to city audiences under our belt. We did a recital. Someone suggested we check out the night life. None of us had ever been in the big city before. I’ve never seen so many people, so much… life. I lost my friends at some point. I woke up here. That was, what? Four days ago. It seems like a life time. How long have you been here?”
“Don’t know. Months.Three, maybe four. I’d be lying if I knew. You lose track.”
“How long have Rubber and School been here?” Christine asked.
“Ages. They don’t know either. Rubber reckons she’s been here two years.”
“Really?”
“She says so.”
Christine and Samantha lay back to back in the single bed. They’d fought over who should sleep on the floor, but in the end they’d agreed to share the bed. Neither one had been prepared to let the other sleep on the freezing concrete floor.
“You feeling okay?” Christine asked.
“Yeah.Apart from the whole single bed thing.”
Silence descended again. Christine sat in the dark with her thoughts.
“Samantha?”
“Yeah?”
“Did it hurt? You know, when you… sat on that thing.”
“Yes.”
“How did you do it?”
Samantha rolled over and lifted herself onto an elbow, Christine turned her head. With the lights of the city washing through the attic window she could just make out the blonde’s silhouette.
“You.” She said solemnly. “You.” She said a second time, “I was so scared. I thought it was going to rip me apart, but you looked at me, and you told me to be strong and I knew it would be alright. And it was. The spikes hurt going in, but they were softer than I thought.”
“I…” Christine couldn’t find any words.
“You’re a very special person you know. The things you’ve done for me… Offering to take my punishments, listening to me babble. You’re so kind. Why are you so kind?”
“I’m not.” Christine turned onto her back. “I just…”
“You have a kind heart. I couldn’t ask for a better friend. No one else would do what you’ve done. Before you came I had no one. I was the fat one, the ugly one.”
“You’re not ugly.”
“But I am fat…”
“Stop that!” Christine interrupted Samantha before she could go any further, “You’re not fat. Don’t you listen to them. Don’t you listen to Mister Black, you know he only says those things to get under your skin.”
“Christine, I know I’m fat, I look at School with her incredible figure. I look at Rubber, I look at you. I spill out of my clothes, my thighs rub together, don’t try to tell me I’m not fat and ugly.” She rolled back onto her side, away from Christine.
“No.” Christine now leaned over, “No, don’t you think that. You’re not fat. Men like curves. You’ve got curves. I’d kill for your waist, your boobs and your hips.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“No I’m not,” Christine soothed. “I’ll bet you’ve had more boyfriends than me.”
“Aren’t you married to God?”
“Ha. Ha.” Christine said pointedly. “I’ve had a boyfriend, I’m not completely naïve.”
“What: just one?” Samantha rolled back around.
“Yes, one.”
“But how? You’re so beautiful. Or do they only let you date your brothers or something in that hick town of yours?”
“You bitch!” Christine responded with feigned outrage. “Don’t be silly. Look, my parents raised me the way I am. It’s not so bad, our town is really nice, full of nice people, nice families… nice boys.”
“Who don’t know a good thing when they see it apparently!Really, only one?” Samantha added.
“Just one. What about you.”
“You don’t want to know. You’ll get jealous.”
“Promiscuity isn’t anything to be proud of.”
“Being a prude isn’t anything to be proud of.”
“Sorry.” Christine retreated. “But doesn’t that prove the point, boys like you. You’re not fat. You’re not ugly. You can’t let that get in your head.”
“You don’t really think that.” Samantha sulked.
“I like you…” Christine couldn’t believe the words slipped out of her mouth.
“What?” Samantha’s head turned in the dark.
“I like you.” Christine tested the words this time. They slid across her tongue like something silken.
“I don’t understand.” Her form shifted subtly, her hips squaring with the mattress again.
“I like the way you look. You’re nice. Curvy.” Christine remembered looking at Samantha and the feelings they had aroused in her earlier.
“Curvy? You mean fat.”
“No. I…” She couldn’t bring herself to say it.
“What? ‘No. I?’”
“I can’t.” Christine uttered.
“You can’t what? What did you want to say before you stopped yourself?”
“No.”
“No?” Samantha twisted again to face Christine. “No? Here, let me help.” Samantha took Christine’s hand in hers and put it to her face. “Tell me.”
“I can’t”
“You said that already. I saw you. Today.Tonight. You looked across the room and you told me to be strong. Now you be strong. You tell me what your heart wanted you to say and that you stopped yourself from saying just now.”
“Please.” Christine said defensively.
“I know Christine. You know. Say it.”
Christine’s hand felt Samantha’s cheek. She felt its softness. Somehow their hands fell from Samantha’s cheek and to her bosom. They lingered there; then they fell to her hip. “Tell me.”
“You’re… curvy.” Christine whispered. She wet her lips. Samantha fell on her, their lips met in clumsy passion. Hands flew along flanks and cheeks and breasts. They broke for breath.
“Curvy?”
“Curvy.” This time Christine initiated as her hands languously caressed Samantha’s flanks, waist and chest. “I saw you this morning, standing and waiting, and I looked at you and you were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen.” Christine felt a weight lift from her shoulders. “I looked at your legs, your thighs, your… everything and I had the most… the most naughty thoughts.”
“Christine!” Samantha said in feigned shock.
“What? You don’t think you’re beautiful?”
“No.” Samantha said seriously.
Christine spun and leveraged her thighs against Samantha’s, pinioning her. Eventually Christine sat astride Samantha. “You are beautiful. And you’re strong. In here.” She pointed at her chest. “Because of you, School will be okay. Because of you, we know how to beat these bastards. Because you showed us how. Don’t give them what they want. They want our suffering and our pain. They want to grind us down, they want us to react and to fear them. They can’t handle what you did. They can’t handle determination that’s not about opposing them, that’s what they want, they want a fight. But you did something else.”
“That wasn’t me silly.” Samantha said. “That was you. You told me to be strong.”
This time the kiss lasted a very long time.
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