THE BARON'S GAME
by V.P. Viddler
"A woman in pain," the baron said, "particularly an attractive young
girl such as this--is, I think, by far the most stimulating sight in the world.
Is it not?"
"How can one disagree with you in the current circumstances?" I said.
The other two men at the table signified their assent without for an instant
taking their gaze away from the squirming, moaning, beautifully formed
dark-haired girl in the chair across from them.
"My god, it's ingenious," Alvin said. "To stop the pain she has to bring
on her own humiliation."
"That's right," the baron said. "Nina can stop hurting any time she
wants to. All I did was to supply her with a special kind of bra. A bra which,
as you can see, becomes progressively more painful the longer it is worn. It
constricts a woman's breasts. It constricts them most tightly. Viciously, in
fact. And as it maintains contact with the skin, it begins to shrink, and
continues to do so, thus constricting the bosom still more tightly and
painfully. That pain can only progress, not diminish. As you can see."
I saw all right. That girl was in horrific pain. Groans issued from her
twisting mouth, and she was writhing uncontrollably in her chair. Her hands
clenched at the table top until the fingers were white. "But," I said, "all she
has to do is--"
"Ah," the baron smiled. "Yes. That is what is so extraordinary about
this particular game. As I say, Nina can halt the pain, stop all that suffering.
All she has to do is to take that bra off. That's all. She can do that at any
point. Just take off the blouse, and then the bra. And it stops. But--and this
is the rub--she must, of course, do it right here. In front of us. Baring her
breasts to us. Allowing us all to gaze our fill on Nina's naked breasts. And
that, as you can see, Nina is most reluctant to do. Most reluctant indeed. Such
a modest girl. She will suffer so much. And it is all futile. For it will be too
much for her at last. And then she will bare that bosom. What humiliation! What
shame and horror! And how fine it is to watch it work on her, watch and wait and
savor Nina's agony as we anticipate that final degrading capitulation."
"Christ!" Alvin said.
Nina was crying and sobbing and gasping, rolling her head.
"Nina," the baron said. "Do us all a favor and take it off."
"Damn you!" Nina croaked. "Oh, goddamn you!"
"Then suffer," the baron said calmly. "I can wait. I quite enjoy it. Do
go on with your show, my dear."
"Have pity," Nina said to me. "Have pity for god's sake. Stop this!"
"Only you can stop it, Nina," I said. "Why don't you give it up? Show us
your breasts and that's an end of it."
"Liar!" Nina gasped. "It will only be the beginning. You don't
know him."
"I do," I said. "And I hope you are right."
"Ah!" Nina howled. "I can't, I can't stand it any more, I can't, oh god
forgive me, no, I can't I--I--"
"You will take it off."
"Yes! All right! All right! All right! I will!"
"I can't wait to clap my old eyes upon those round, high, bouncing young
titties," the baron said. "Do it, Nina. Take it off."
"AHHH..." And, crying and sobbing and gasping, Nina ripped open the
blouse and cast it away. Not looking at anybody, she shakingly unfastened that
vicious bra, and with a cry of shame and horror, cast it away. And swiftly put
her hands over her full, bobbing tits.
"Ah, no, Nina darling," the baron said. "That's not playing the game. If
you are unfair with us, I must handcuff you. Shall I do that? If I do, you will
be truly vulnerable, will you not?"
"No!"
"All right. Drop your hands. Drop your hands and place them on the table
and do not move. Nina?"
"All right," Nina whispered. And took her hands away. And bared those
beautiful breasts to all of us. The tears slid down her face as all of us looked
at her. Long and hard.
And then the baron said, "All right, Nina. You may put it back now."
"No!"
"Put it on!"
"Please no! I can't!"
"All right. Then stand up in front of us and take off your skirt. And
your panties."
"You horrid, monstrous filth!" Nina cried.
"Your choice, Nina."
"I'll do anything, I can't stand that thing again."
"Good girl. Strip for us."
Nina slowly got up. Head hanging, she came around from behind the table.
Shaking and crying, Nina bared all of her body.
"I want her," Alvin said.
But the fourth man stood up at last. "Nina. Put your arms up in the
air."
Nina did.
"Reach for the ceiling."
That body stretched and strained, going taut, nipples rising.
"Ask me to whip you."
Nina was panting with fright. "Whip me," Nina said. "Whip me
hard. Whip Nina all over. I will scream for you all..."
