Chapt. 14
Mike walked over to a corner of the room, picked up a straight-backed chair,
carried it over to the women and placed it carefully exactly half-way between
them, the back facing off to one side. The car jack, the cradle type with four
little wheels, was placed on the seat of the chair, the wheels hanging down from
each corner. He tried rocking it with his hand, but it was quite stable. Finally
be picked up the steel rod and stood there holding it.
"I think some explanation is needed here, before we go any further," he said,
sounding as though he was lecturing a class of students. The calm,
matter-of-fact tone of his voice was more chilling than if he had given way to
dramatics, it carried much more conviction. "The game we - you - are going to
play is not original, I can't take any credit for it. It was invented back in
the bad old days of the Spanish Inquisition, maybe even before that. It went by
several names, the wooden horse, the Spanish horse, the donkey, and several
others I won't bore you with. Whatever, it was one of the Inquisitors' favourite
methods of persuading so-called heretics to confess their sins, especially
women." Both the girls trembled at this.
"The principle was quite simple, as was the apparatus. It consisted of something
that looked like a vaulting horse, the sort used by gymnasts. There were two
main differences; First, it was much taller, about the height of an average
man's head. Secondly, instead of the top being a broad surface padded with
leather, it ended in a sharp ridge, usually the thin edge of a rough plank of
wood. Looked at end-on, it had a triangular shape, the sharp point at the top.
The operation was very simple. The victim - usually a woman, as I said - was
brought naked, her hands bound behind her back, to the end of the horse. A rope
was tied around her chest and under her armpits. The end of this rope went up
through a pulley on the ceiling. Other ropes were fixed to her ankles. She was
then hoisted up in the air - incidentally, some of the more sadistic torturers
made sure that the coarse rope was tied right over the victim's nipples, so that
when she was lifted up, her whole weight was transmitted to them. I am sure
Angelique will appreciate this ploy."
"Once high enough, her legs were pulled apart and the horse pushed under her.
Then, she was slowly let down until she was sitting on the sharp ridge.
Naturally, the latter was placed so that it thrust up into her cunt. What
happened next depended a lot on who was directing the operation. Some liked to
lower the victim very slowly, so that the pain of the ridge cutting into her
most intimate parts came gradually. Others let her down until she was a couple
of inches above the ridge, and then let go of the rope, so that she dropped on
it with all her weight. Another popular strategy was to lift her slightly at
regular intervals and then let her weight settle back on the ridge. When all
these things failed to elicit a confession, heavy bags of sand and even small
rocks were tied to her ankles, increasing her weight and thus the pressure on
her cunt."
Mike paused for an instant, to let his words, sink in, then went on:
"Of course, when I say 'sitting on it' that is not strictly accurate. Normally
one sits on the cheeks of the ass. In this case, because the widening triangle
kept her legs wide apart, she was not actually sitting, but rather balanced on
the sharp ridge... on her cunt. From what I gather, it was extremely painful."
At this point both women were staring at Mike in horror. This just couldn't be
true! Both were imagining the agony of such a position, of the damage that it
would inevitably do to their bodies. Their thoughts were obvious from their
expressions and Mike chuckled to himself mentally. This was mental torture at
its best!
"From what I gather, the pain was quite atrocious, especially when the wooden
ridge had been deliberately roughened up before use. There are records of long
splinters being driven up into the vagina. These splinters were sometimes soaked
beforehand, in a mixture of vinegar and salt. But even without this
'refinement', it is recorded that many victims would confess to just about
anything, rather than let the torture continue. Not only was there the pressure
of the ridge on the cunt; in addition the labia were squashed between the top of
the triangle and the victim's thighs. Occasionally the pressure was so great
that the labia split open. Apparently, the effects were long-lasting, the few
victims who were released were said to be unable to support any form of sexual
contact for months, even years, after this treatment."
Angelique just couldn't believe her ears, this was monstrous, he surely couldn't
really be meaning to do this to them! She looked around wildly, but could see
nothing even remotely resembling the 'horse' he had mentioned. It wasn't true!
It couldn't be! No, he was kidding, he would never do anything like that, it
would do them too much physical damage - sooner or later he was going to have to
let them go, and such damage would be damning evidence to take to the police.
No, he was just trying to frighten them. And he was succeeding; even after
thinking it through logically she still wasn't SURE that he wouldn't do it!
Martine, for her part, believed every word of it. She could already feel, in her
imagination, the sharp wooden edge of the plank cutting into her sex, the
terrible pain, the damage. She wailed in protest, the sound almost inaudible
around the gag. Please, pleeeese, PLEEEEESE don't do that to me!!
"Of course, regretfully I can't use the real horse" Mike resumed, "for obvious
reasons;" At these words, the two victims felt relief flood through their
brains.
"However," Mike continued slowly, "I think I have come up with a similar
treatment, which won't do any lasting damage, but which will give you something
to think about, if you will forgive me the expression."
He place the steel bar on the round, crenellated pad of the jack, in such a way
that it protruded between both women's thighs, about two inches below their
cunts. A piece of cord ensured that it wouldn't fall off.
"I said earlier that I was going to let you play at seesaws, and this is where
the game begins. Fortunately you are very similar in build and weight, even if
Martine is probably a few pounds heavier."
He stopped speaking, took the lever of the jack in his right hand and pumped it
once. The arm of the jack rose slowly, until the bar was now only an inch below
their cunts. Of course, with the rope holding their heads high, they couldn't
see what was happening, so he undid the cords holding both women's hair to the
rings in the beam, but left it attached to the hair. Looking down, they began to
realise what was going to happen.
"I think another stroke of the pump and you will begin to appreciate the
situation," he said, and pumped the lever again. The arm rose and the rod with
it, until Angelique felt the cold metal touch the lips of her sex. Martine's
crotch was slightly higher, so it didn't quite touch hers. Seeing this, Mike
pumped again, until the steel made contact with her sex. The cord had allowed
the rod to pivot on the jack so that the slight pressure on the two cunts was
the same.
"Now comes the tricky part," announced their persecutor. Bending over, he used
the fingers of his right hand to delicately separate the lips of Martine's cunt.
Holding them open, he operated the arm of the jack carefully, making the bar
rise until it was snugly lodged inside the pink labia, all the while ensuring
that the pressure remained slight. He did the same to Angelique and then stepped
back to admire his handiwork.
The two women, stretched out like a graceful pair of letter X's, seemed to be
linked by the gleaming metal rod which disappeared at each end between the lips
of their cunts.
"OK, ladies, here we go," he said, and slowly pressed down on the lever again.
Now the pressure was more intense and both women rose slightly on the balls of
their feet to relieve it. There was no pain as such for the moment, but it was
certainly uncomfortable, and also very humiliating.
"Now listen carefully. I am going to continue making the arm of the jack rise.
This will drive the rod deeper and deeper into your cunts. It will hurt. In
order to stop the pain, both of you will rise up onto the balls of your feet.
When I think you are high enough, but suffering some degree of pain, I will
stop. I shall then loosen the cord holding your arms above your heads, until the
rod between your wrists is just brushing the tops of your heads. This will make
it very difficult for you to use your arms to support your weight. And that's
it."
The two women stared at him. That was all? Thank God for that, he was letting
them off lightly after all! They saw his hand go down, take hold of the lever,
and start pumping. Just as he had said, the rod started to press harder and
harder against their cunts. He was right, it did hurt! Instinctively both women
started to rise higher on the balls of their feet. Mike pumped again and they
rose higher. And again, until he judged that it would be difficult for them to
go any further. He pumped the jack a little more, just to make quite sure that
they were hurting, and then stepped back and watched.
Angelique was puzzled. OK, it certainly hurt, but nothing like as badly as when
he had tortured her nipples, in fact the pain was bearable. What the hell was
the filthy swine up to? She couldn't believe that this was all he was going to
do to them.
Martine's thoughts were similar, she was in some pain, but it was not that bad.
She too failed to understand.
Angelique began to get a glimmer of understanding when Mike moved behind her,
and, as he had said he would, loosened the cord holding her arms up. She
immediately realised that she had been unconsciously using her arms to support a
part of her weight. She knew this because the pain in her cunt increased quite
sharply.
Martine got the idea even before Mike loosened her cord, because as Agelique's
weight came down on the steel rod, it pivoted on the arm of the jack, forcing
itself ever deeper into her own cunt. When her arms came down, her weight
increased the pressure and the pain in both their cunts simultaneously. Both
women squirmed on the unyielding metal, trying again to get comfortable.
They remained like this for several minutes, looking for all the world like two
nude models posing for some unknown artist. Then, gradually, the pain of
remaining on the balls of their feet started to hit their legs. Martine's thighs
began to tremble visibly. Angelique, who was lighter and in better physical
shape, held out longer.
Soon, the pain in Martine's legs became greater than the pain in her cunt. She
started to eased down, to relieve it. That was when both women realised fully
Mike's diabolical game, and why he had talked about seesaws. As Martine sank
down, trying to ease the pain in her legs, she automatically drove the rod
harder into both her own cunt and Angelique's. The pain in their slits built up,
until both women groaned. Then Angelique's legs started to give out, and, in her
turn, she started to sink down. The pain increased.
Martine was the first to sound off. She screamed as the realisation of what was
going to happen flooded into her teenage brain. If she remained on the balls of
her feet, her legs hurt like hell, If she didn't, she got it in the cunt! She
tried to rise up, but the muscles in her legs sent shrieking waves of pain
through her body and she suddenly sank down onto the flat of her feet. As she
did so, the thin metal rod was driven by the weight of her body hard up into the
apex of the triangle formed by the top of her thighs. And into Angelique's, too.
The two women screamed with pain simultaneously. It was just as though they were
balanced on the edge of a knife-blade. The metal rod, a whole inch in diameter,
was round and it was the thin upper surface that was under the most pressure.
The rounded shape stopped it cutting into their most delicate flesh, but didn't
stop that top edge pressing really hard just where it hurt most.
The fact that Martine had slumped down suddenly on the rod had taken Angelique
by surprise, lifting her almost completely off her feet, so that for a second
she hung in the air, riding the rod.
"IIIeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" she screamed, as the pain ripped through her cunt and up
into her belly.
"Aaaaaaiiieeee!!" screamed Martine in chorus.
Both women tried desperately to rise up on tip-toe, but the pain in their legs
was too great and neither of them made it. They stood there, every muscle in
their legs outlined and trembling, as the pain in their cunts slowly moved up
through their lower bellies.
Martine twisted, her head now no longer held by the cord, in an attempt to
alleviate the pain. This caused the rod to move sideways slightly, squashing the
left lip of her sex between it and her rigid thigh. She howled in anguish. Tears
rolled down the pain-contorted teenage face. She pulled desperately on the cords
holding her hands in the air, but because her arms were bent, that didn't help
much. And all the time that terrible steel bar was crushing her lips, pressing
up into the opening of her cunt, so that the slightest movement sent waves of
new pain flaring through her body.
Angelique was in pretty much the same state, except that, being lighter then
Martine, the bar tended to lift her more than her fellow-sufferer.
Little by little the two women calmed down, as their bodies became accustomed to
the pain. They stood there, moving as little as possible, suffering, giving out
the occasional screech of pain, but calming down nevertheless.
This, of course, did not suit Mike. Picking up a couple of lengths of wide
bandage, he blindfolded each girl in turn. He picked up a wide leather strap,
moved behind Martine, lifted his arm and brought the strap clacking down onto
the cheeks of her ass. The strap was wide, so the impact was spread over a
fairly large area, but it was quite painful. More than that, it was unexpected -
which was why he had blindfolded his victims.
Martine squealed as the blow landed, and lurched forward in a reflex action, as
though to escape further blows. The result was everything that Mike could have
wished for. As she moved forward the lips of her sex, trapped between her thighs
and the bar, were both rubbed along the bar and, because of the friction,
stretched. The pain was excruciating and she literally howled with pain and
terror. At the same time, because she moved forward, the angle of her body on
the bar changed slightly, it down bit up into the front edge of her cunt,
causing new, devastating pain.
The effect on Angelique was equally great. She had been standing there willing
her body to accept what was becoming almost an acceptable degree of pain when,
suddenly, it felt as though she had been punched in her cunt. She screamed, not
knowing what was happening, aware only of the pain.
Martine, still yelling, tried to re-arrange herself on the bar, to take some of
the strain out of the lips of her sex. In so doing she hurt herself even more,
and also transmitted her movements to it, which were felt by Angelique. The
latter cursed her student, if only the stupid cow would keep still, they would
suffer a lot less! She didn't know, of course, what Mike had done to Martine.
She soon found out. Mike moved behind her and came her a sizzling crack on the
ass with the strap.
The effect was a repetition of what had just happened, but this time initiated
by Angelique. Both women were screaming and moving at the same time, which only
made matters worse.
Mike was delighted, and spent the next 15 minutes giving first one and then the
other a good hard slap with the strap at irregular intervals. They never knew
when nor who was going to be hit next - once he gave Martine 3 successive
strikes without ever touching Angelique. This made it even less possible to
avoid pain, because both of them spent most of their time tensing their muscles
waiting for the next blow on their ass. And the tensed muscles made the pain of
the bar pressing into them even worse.
Finally Mike decided that they had had enough of this, and lowered the arm of
the jack so that the bar dropped away from their cunts. Both women screamed as
circulation returned to the lips of their sex, renewing the pain. Mike stepped
back and looked at them. Neither had yet realised, because of the returning
circulation, that their bodies were no longer in contact with the bar. Both
remained, as far as possible, arched up on the balls of their feet. They were
trembling, sweat dripping from their bodies, sobbing bitterly.
He removed the bar and bent down to examine them. Martine's cunt, shaven,
exhibited a pair of red, swollen lips, puffed up from the pressure between
thighs and bar. He flicked one of them with his finger, and she wailed as the
soft impact sent waves of pain through one of the most sensitive - and
brutalised! - parts of her body. He figured she wouldn't want anyone playing
with her down there for a while!
Angelique's case was different. He could certainly see evidence of bruising and
swelling, but it was half-hidden by the public hair.
"I think," he said, "that we have not reached a real state of equality.
Martine's pussy is shaven but you, my dear Angelique, are hiding your charms
behind a shaggy bush. I'm afraid that I am going to have to eliminate it."
Angelique didn't really take this in, she was still too concerned with the pain
in her cunt, and also the fading but lingering pain in her nipples.
"I see you don't understand. OK, in plain words, I am going to shave your cunt."
Angelique was horrified, how dare he. He shook her head violently in protest.
The only result was to make her breasts, no longer flattened by having her arms
drawn up tightly above her head, flop around on her chest in what Mike found to
be the most delightful fashion. It also made the pain in her nipples flare up
again.
"It's no good protesting, naked I want you and totally naked I intend to have
you." So saying, he tightened her arms up again, and retied the cord in her hair
to the ring, drawing it up quite tautly. This meant that, try as she would, she
could see nothing of her body but a distorted view of her nipples.
"Now, Angelique, you have a choice here. I am going to shave you with this," and
he showed her the same old-fashioned straight razor he had shown Martine the
night before. "Your choice is to stand perfectly still and let me do it, or try
to stop me by jiggling around. The only thing is, if you jiggle my hand might
just slip and cut off something you would rather keep. I don't mind, the choice
is entirely your own."
It didn't take Angelique many seconds to realise that in reality she had no
choice at all. He was going to do it anyway, there was absolutely nothing she
could do to stop him, and if she did move, she would probably get some nasty
cuts. She decided to remain still.
As with Martine, Mike used electric clippers to remove most of the hair, and
then a shaving brush and a perfectly ordinary safety razor to finish the job.
Angelique stood rigidly still the whole time, the image of what might happen if
she made the slightest move whilst that big, infinitely sharp blade was on her
flesh making her quiver in frightened anticipation.
Of course Martine, whose position Mike had not changed, could see everything
that was going on. She realised with chagrin that last night Mike had done the
same thing to her, making her believe that it was a dangerous operation with a
big, naked blade, when in fact he had substituted the safety razor for the other
one, out of her line of vision. She watched as Angelique stood there trembling,
saw her face screw up with anticipation as the blade swept close to her
clitoris, heard her hiss with pain as it pressed across the bruised and swollen
labia, saw the muscles straining as she fought to remain perfectly immobile.
Angelique was more than humiliated, she was mortified. Every lesbian instinct
rebelled as she felt a MAN's hands on her cunt, felt his fingers pressing into
the flesh near her clit, felt them pulling down the lips of her sex - that hurt,
too! - felt the tips of his fingers invading the most private parts of her body.
It was too horrible for words. What was worse was that the result meant that she
was more naked than she had very been in her life. But HE was doing it, HE was
looking at her, HE was handling her body. It was almost more than she could
stand. Even worse was the fact that she was voluntarily helping him by standing
still when she could have been trying to hinder him. But it was no use kidding
herself, she was scared; scared of that big, wicked razor blade that she thought
she could feel scraping over her tender flesh; scared of what might happen to
her if she did move. So, despite herself, she stood still, hating herself for
doing it, tears of shame and loathing trickling down her cheeks. Because she
hated him, she hated him more than she had imagined she could ever hate anyone.
Not only had he taken Martine away from her - she was deceiving herself again,
Martine had never been hers - but in addition he was humiliating her, hurting
her, torturing her, abusing her body. She HATED him!
When Mike had finished, Angeline stood there, her sex on show for all to see,
admirably set-off by her long legs. Just like Martine, her labia were swollen,
puffed up, red but not raw, the skin was unbroken. She looked just like a bitch
dog on heat, and she knew it. Mike's eyes, fixed on her cunt, made her squirm
mentally. The bastard! The filthy SWINE! She swore to herself that if ever she
got out of this in one piece, she would have her revenge, and it wouldn't last
for days, it would take weeks!
