BONNIE SWEET ROBIN
by V.P. Viddler
"Your assignment for tomorrow is to bring me a picture of yourself
naked."
"Oh god."
"You own a polaroid camera, I assume."
"I... Yes..."
"Good. You will..."
"Oh, you bastard."
"You will take a photograph of yourself, full length, frontal view. You
will wear nothing. Nothing at all. And nothing is to be hidden. Your hands will
be at your sides. Is that understood?"
"So you can jerk off over it, I suppose."
"Robin."
"I'm... I'm sorry."
"I don't like sarcastic remarks, Robin."
"I... I apologize. I'm sorry. I'm very... sorry..."
"Now tell me what you will do tonight."
"I will -- I will take a picture of myself."
"How, Robin?"
"Naked."
"Go on."
"Full length, frontal view. Nothing hidden. Hands... by my sides."
"And tomorrow?"
"I will give it to you."
"And... what else will you give me, Robin?"
"You... anything."
"Say it louder."
"Anything. Anything you want."
"Good. Would you like to suck my cock?"
"Oh god..."
"Answer me, Robin."
"No."
"But you will. Won't you?"
"Yes."
"Tell me all about it."
"Yes. I will suck your cock. I will fuck for you. I will strip naked and
crawl for you that way. I will prostrate my body and spread my legs and beg you
for it..."
*
"Do you know what I want most in the world, Robin?"
"Yes. My body."
"Even more than that."
"More than my body? More than fucking me?"
"More."
"What could that be?"
"To hear you scream."
"Oh."
"Yes."
"Not in ecstasy, I assume."
"No. Not in ecstasy. In pain. In agony."
"Ah."
"And if you were screaming like that WHILE I was fucking you..."
"You'd be in heaven."
"I would. With my cock inside you while you writhed in pain..."
"My aching body squirming under you..."
"Stretched out, straining at your bonds..."
"Spasming, twisting, bucking against the ropes..."
"Howling and crying in torment..."
"While you fucked my helpless body..."
"Looking into your eyes all the while."
"Why would I be in such pain?"
"From my whip."
"Ah."
"All over you."
"Of course."
"And from the burns."
"Burns?"
"On your nipples. From my cigar."
"Oh."
"And the bruises on your flesh. From..."
"Don't say any more."
"Screaming. Screaming in my ear while I fuck you. Fuck you."
"God. Oh god. Please..."
"Crawl for me, Robin. Strip naked and crawl for me that way."
"All right. All right. I will. I'll give you my body. My mouth. I obey
you..."
*
"Don't give me to him," she said. "For god's sake, not him. Anything
else... anyone else, I -- I'll do it. But please, oh please..."
"Shut up," I said, and I loved the tears that came to her eyes. "And call
him."
So she did, and when he came in, I said, "Jim, you like Robin, don't
you?"
JIm was grinning like an idiot, and she was shaking. My cock was hard.
"Robin," I said, "tell Jim what you are going to do for him."
Her body was shaking and she looked at the floor, but she said it. Her
horror at the thought of what would happen to her if she didn't was stronger
than her disgust and nausea toward this man -- and toward what I was forcing
her to do. Her hesitation thrilled me. She spoke softly at first, until I told
her to speak louder.
"I..." She couldn't get it out. She had to swallow hard and start again.
"I am going to... fuck for you." Using the words as I had given them to her,
word for word. "I -- am... going to give you my body. You can fuck it all. I am
nothing but your plaything, your toy, your obedient slave. Use my body. Fuck me
in the cunt, in my ass, and in my mouth. Stick... stick your big cock all the
way down my throat and make me swallow all your gism. Or shoot it into my face,
all over my hair and eyes and up my nose and on my lips and wherever you fancy.
My... my luscious body is yours to do with as you will."
"Robin," I said. "Tell him what you have on under your dress."
Robin gulped. She looked at me for mercy, but saw none.
"N-n-n... nothing," she whispered.
"Go on," I said.
"I am naked under my dress," Robin got out. "I will... I will... take it
off for you whenever you say."
"Show him your legs," I said.
Robin's hands shook, but she took hold of the bottom of her skirt and
slowly, slowly, pulled it up.
"These are my legs," she whispered. "They are long and curvy, and I will
wrap them tightly around your body while you fuck me. Look at my long sexy
legs, and... think about having me under you, squirming and twisting and
writhing and bucking and thrashing."
"Now, Robin," I said. "All of it."
And she started to cry. She sobbed and sobbed as she said it all,
chokingly. "Make me do what you want, my master. Make me strip naked and crawl
for you that way. Make me grovel and debase myself. And... if it gives you
pleasure... h-h-h-hurt my body. Whip me all over if you wish. Lash my legs.
Whip my breasts. Beat me until I scream and cry and howl and shriek and beg you
to stop... but -- but you won't stop. H-hurt me in all ways. Burn me. Scorch my
flesh. Burn my nipples. Torture me and play with my bruised and aching body and
fuck my screaming mouth and my burning legs and my squirming pain-filled cunt."
"Jesus H. Christ," Jim said. "Kiss me, girl. Kiss me on the mouth and
take your damn clothes off too."
Sobbing, shaking, hating it all, Robin did what he said...
*
"I am going to whip you, Robin."
"I know."
"I am going to whip you very hard and very long. All of you."
"I know."
"Are you frightened, Robin?"
"Yes. I am."
"Good. I am glad. Would you like to beg me not to whip you?"
"I -- would it do any good?"
"No. But you might want to try, anyway. Just on the off chance."
"No."
"Ah. Proud. I have wanted to whip you for a long time, Robin."
"I know."
"And today I finally shall. As much as I want, Robin. What do you think
about that?"
"I told you. I'm frightened. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Partly. Only partly. I also want you to be humiliated. Utterly. Which
I'm sure you are. Or soon will be. Isn't that right, Robin?"
"You bastard."
"Bravado. How titillating. On your knees, Robin."
"I --"
"Robin. I think you are aware of what the situation is here. I will not
abide hesitation. I am willing to accept a bit of initial bravado, insult,
haughtiness -- if only because it will make it that much more satisfying in the
end. But I will not accept outright disobedience. Or stalling. Do I make myself
clear, Miss Robin?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes -- sir."
"Good. Get on your knees."
"All right."
"That's fine. And now. I want to know the color of your nipples. So that
I can envision the whip slicing into them. Cutting them open. Splitting them in
half. As you scream at the top of your lungs. Music, Robin. I am going to make
such music with you. The whip will be my bow, and your soft young naked body
the instrument upon which I shall produce a continuous music far more
stimulating than that of Bach, Mozart, or Beethoven. How I look forward to
hearing that melody of agony issuing from your straining throat, your distended
mouth. How I have fantasized watching your naked voluptuous body flailing and
twisting vainly under the whip. Your fabulous legs kicking helplessly in pain.
Your long yellow hair flying abandonedly in the air as your head whips about in
torment. Why, Robin, you've turned pale. And I do believe you're shaking. What
a pity."
"Oh, you are a bastard. You love this, don't you?"
"But of course. I do, naturally. Having you on your knees in front of me.
Knowing you're so frightened you can hardly keep from pissing in your pants.
Knowing I'm going to see that body naked in a minute. Knowing I'm going to kiss
it all over with my whip. Kiss it for such a long time. With my whip. And
afterwards with my mouth. And with my cock. You know I'm going to fuck you,
don't you, Robin?"
"I -- yes."
"And you can't stand it, can you?"
"I --"
"Ah. How sweet it is. And now for my question, Robin. What color are your
nipples?"
"You filth."
"Robin. You will howl for that. You will scream and howl and beg. Beg.
While I'm fucking you. I promise you. Do you understand me?"
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Sir."
"Say it."
"Yes, sir. Yes, sir."
"What color are your nipples?"
"Pink. All right? They're pink."
"Pink. That's nice. Are you humiliated, Robin?"
"Yes."
"Are you degraded, debased, shamed?"
"What do you think?"
"I think, Robin, it is time for you to take your clothes off. I think you
will stand up, right now, and strip for me. Right in front of me. Strip naked.
Show me your pink nipples and your beautiful curving thighs and your stomach
and ass and the hair on your pussy."
"What if I say no?"
"Ah. Robin. If you say no, I will be happy to assist you. I will hang you
up from the ceiling by your yellow pony tail, and I will bind your hands behind
you, and I will pull you up until yo cannot touch the floor. And I will take
your clothes off you myself. With my whip. And when I have cut your clothing
completely away, I shall start to whip you. I shall whip you without stopping
for a full hour. I shall whip that fantastic body to ribbons. I shall whip your
breasts for fifteen minutes, your legs for another quarter hour, your back and
ass for thirty minutes. And your stomach in between. And I will watch and
listen with great avidity as you scream and thrash and yowl and kick.
Helplessly. Futilely. And finally I shall cut you down and fuck your
agony-filled, ruined body. Fuck you in cunt and ass and mouth until I am
drained. And I will watch you crawl for me as I call my friends in to do what
they want with you. Crawl. And now crawl to me, Robin. Crawl naked to me and
put your mouth in my crotch and cry all you want. Bonnie sweet Robin..."
*
"These are my friends, Robin."
"Oh my god... no... no..."
"Take off your blouse and run around the room for us, Robin."
"Please let me go."
"The boys want to see your tits bounce when you run around the room. I've
told them what a stimulating sight it is."
"For god's sake..."
"Take off the blouse. Right now."
"I'll do anything..."
"You'll do it anyway. Run for us."
"All right. Don't... don't hurt me."
"Look, boys. Look at her tits bouncing."
"I hate you."
"Don't talk, run. Faster. Get all out of breath, so we can shove our
cocks down your panting mouth."
"Ohh... god..."
"Faster, bitch. Let's see that ass pumping."
"Why... are you... doing this..."
"To see you suffer. To degrade you. To watch you cry."
"Ahh... ahh..."
"Don't slow down."
"I can't... keep going..."
"I'll whip you if you slow down. On your tits. Harder than last time."
"Uhh... Uhh... Uhh..."
"Cry, Robin. Struggle, Robin. Run! Run!"
"Unhh... Aaahhh... I can't... oh god... I caaa..."
"Stick your cocks in her. Shove your cock in her mouth. Now!"
"Aagghh... Aauugghhh..."
"Rape her. Rape Robin. Robin raped."
"Uh... Uh... Uh..."
"Up her ass. Up her cunt. Into her throat. Don't let her catch her
breath. Let her suffer. Hurt!"
"A... A... AGGGHHH..."
"Whip you now. One. Again. Two. Your tits. Three. Four. Five. Hard. So
hard. Six. Hurt you. Seven. God. I love it. Eight... yes...
"Bonnie...
"Sweet...
"Robin..."
