IN YOUR DREAMS
By V.P. Viddler
"I'm sorry I'm late."
"You will be."
"Oh god."
"Do you have it on?"
"Yes, I do."
"Ah. And how is it?"
"It hurts. It hurts a lot."
"It's supposed to."
"I know. But it wasn't so bad when I first put it on. But it just gets tighter.
Tighter and tighter."
"I know. That's how it works. Ingenious, isn't it?"
"I thought I'd get used to it. But it just gets worse."
"Beautiful."
"All right. What do I have to do?"
"What do you mean, my dear?"
"Don't fool around. What do I have to do to get it off?"
"Off? But I don't want it off."
"I bet you don't. But I damn well do. That thing hurts."
"I know. I can see that. I can see it in your face. And in the wonderful way you
squirm around in that chair."
"You get off on that, right?"
"Oh yes. It's lovely."
"What do you want me to do? Beg? Crawl? What?"
"Suffer."
"I am, damn it!"
"Cry."
"I will in a minute. I can't stand this thing any more."
"You're twisting your body."
"I can't help it!"
"It's so stimulating. And it pulls your skirt up over your thighs. No, don't
touch it. All those men would be so disappointed."
"Damn you!"
"I'm watching your pain."
"Why?"
"It turns me on. All the others are watching your legs, or your heaving breasts,
or your twisting body. But I am watching your pain. The pain in your eyes. Pain
in your lips. Pain in your movements. Pain."
"Sick. That's you. Sick."
"I want to kiss you. I would like to kiss your pain. Kiss your suffering. Let
you twist against me, into me. I want to go inside, into your pain and fuck it.
Fuck the pain."
"I'll let you."
"I know."
"I will."
"I know you will."
"Can I take it off?"
"No."
"But I can't."
"You must. You will. Say it."
"I will."
"I've broken you."
"I know."
"Your spirit is broken."
"Yes."
"I can see it."
"All right."
"So can they."
"Who?"
"All those men."
"They can see?"
"Yes. In your body. In your face. They know. All of them. That you are broken.
That I have won you. With pain."
"I want it to stop."
"That's all you want."
"I just want it to stop. I'll do anything. Make it stop."
"You can take it off."
"I--I can?"
"Yes. Take it off. Now."
"Now?"
"Here."
"Here? Right here?"
"Yes."
"I can't."
"If I tell you to, you will."
"I can't."
"It will stop the pain."
"In front of everybody?"
"It will stop your pain."
"I can't, I can't."
"But if I tell you to, you will. Won't you?"
"Oh. My. God."
"If I say so you will take off your blouse and take it off. And you will stand
bare-breasted in front of all this crowd. And you will walk around this
restaurant that way. Or crawl. And if I say so, you will stop in front of every
man, and you will bow before him, and you will take his cock and put it in your
mouth--"
"Stop. Please. Please. I hurt so much."
"Go under this table."
"Oh."
"Go under this table and suck me off."
"Oh. Dear. Jesus."
"Until I come in your mouth."
"They'll know."
"Yes."
"But they'll all know."
"That's right. And when you finish I will take you away and then you can take it
off."
"Oh."
"And I will whip you."
"I thought you might want that."
"I do want that."
"And if I don't?"
"You will wear it until you do. It may take days. You will wear it continuously,
day and night. I will whip you with it on. I will fuck you with it on. And I
will bring you back here every day. Until you do it."
"And then I can take it off?"
"Yes. And I will whip you naked."
"All over?"
"All over. And watch you in pain. And listen to your screams."
"I am nothing now. I will crawl. Now. Watch."
"Beautiful pain-filled smooth-skinned high-breasted sexy bitch. Crawl away from
me. I will whip you in my dreams."
"I will sing for you in your dreams."
"Why is that girl crawling?"
"She is in pain. And she is waiting to be raped. By all of us. Rape her! And rip
her bra off. Rip that bra off and rape her and hurt her and whip her. I will not
find such a woman again..."
