REMEMBER, SYLVIA?
By V.P. Viddler
"I want you to watch this," an older man said to a younger. Both sat across a
desk from a young woman in that woman's office. The young woman was sitting in a
comfortable chair, elegantly dressed, with each wrist handcuffed to an arm of
the chair.
"I ask you with all my soul not to do this," the woman said.
"Why, Sylvia," the older man said. "I told Buddy I would make you crawl for him.
I can't disappoing him, can I? Buddy is so anxious to watch you crawling. Isn't
that right, Buddy?"
"God, yes," Buddy said.
"I won't," Sylvia said.
"No?" the older man said.
"Kyle--I beg you--" Sylvia said.
"Watch," Kyle said. "I won't even have to touch her. Will I, Sylvia?"
"You filthy bastard," Sylvia said.
"All right, Buddy," Kyle said. "I'm going to ell you about the last time I saw
Sylvia."
"No," Sylvia said. "Don't."
Kyle smiled. "Actually, I was not the only man who saw Sylvia on that occasion.
I was just one of six, wasn't it, Sylvia? Six. All of us there for only one
purpose, of course--to participate in the grinding into dirt of Sylvia's body
and Sylvia's soul."
"Don't," Sylvia said.
"I can recall it vividly," Kyle said. "I can see you hanging there in mid-air,
spreadeagled, straining, without a stitch of clothing on that fantastic body.
Wrists and ankles bound with ropes lashed to hooks in the ceiling, rings in the
floor. Absolutely suspended in air, pulled four ways, skin so taut it
practically thrummed. Blaring nakedness. Breasts straining upward, tight,
nipples pointing. Long luscious lovely legs taut and quivering. Not able to move
a muscle. Remember, Sylvia?"
Sylvia was sobbing. "No. Please. Don't."
"And not making a sound," Kyle said. "Oh, a small sound now and then,
whimpering, mewling--all that could be heard through that gag in Sylvia's mouth.
That gag consisting of Sylvia's own panties, which we had made Sylvia put into
her mouth as we had watched her strip for us. Remember, Sylvia?"
Sylvia was gasping now, and squirming. "Bastard. Please stop. Please."
Kyle moved around Sylvia's desk and unlocked the cuff on Sylvia's right wrist.
"Now you can play with yourself if you like," Kyle said.
Sylvia was crying.
"All Sylvia could move was her head. But not after I bound her hair with thin
cord and ran that to the ceiling, pulling her head up so high, making her strain
her neck, bringing awful pain to her scalp. Just holding still was agonizing,
wasn't it, Sylvia? And when you had to move--as with each lash across that
helpless body-- how that agony was made insupportable! Right, Sylvia?"
Sylvia was moaning, her hand sliding involuntarily up under her skirt. Kyle was
smiling.
"And then the whipping began. Remember, Sylvia? Two men in front of you, two in
back. Taking turns. Whipping you with long, broad leather straps. In rhythm.
While you tried so hard to scream through that gag. Hitting your breasts. Your
thighs. Your stomach. Your back. Your pussy. Your buttocks. And breasts again.
And thighs. And stomach--"
Sylvia slid off her chair, going to her knees on the floor, crouching forward,
moaning, sobbing, gasping.
Kyle said, "Good girl," and unlocked the left cuff.
Sylvia made animal sounds, shaking as she bowed to the floor. Scrabbling at her
clothing.
"Go ahead, Sylvia. Strip. Just as we made you do for us that night. Baring that
young soft body. Preparing yourself for your own immolation. Remember how you
crawled for us, Sylvia? Remember how you begged? Remember how that mouth
serviced us all, again and again, all night long? Crying all the while. Lick the
floor, Sylvia. Now. Lick the floor so Buddy can see just how much of a low
stinking animal cunt slut slave you are."
Sylvia was growling out gasps and babblings and now lay flat on her stomach and
with both hands began pulling her skirt up over her long legs, up over calves
and thighs and hips, up around her waist, while she put out her tongue and began
licking furiously at the dirty floor.
"Tell Buddy to piss on you," Kyle said.
"Please for god's sake no yes Buddy piss on me piss all over me piss me drown me
I'll suck your cock whip me fuck me kill me!"
"Crawl," Kyle said. "Crawl for Buddy," and Sylvia was sobbing and crawling and
crawling and Buddy pissed and came...
