"I want you to scream a little. But if your noise gets ugly I'll gag you so you don't disturb my enjoyment. My fantasy has you sort of moaning in a nice feminine way. Enough so I know you're hurting."
"I'm sure I'll hurt."
"I want to know it too. Are you frightened, Euphemia?"
"Of course I am. I can't stop you putting me on that thing. But I'm still at the stage where what I'm getting is a wet puss thinking about it. I bet yours is too?" Dina explored my mound with a small eager hand which she wiped on my bottom afterwards. "You're an absolute flood, darling! I know I am. Isn't it lovely you and I can talk like this! I mean, just two girls." Suddenly Dina was naked. It took her but a few swift motions to bare an exquisite immaturity. Instantly I knew what to do, I sank to my knees. She arranged herself as it pleased her. I pleased her too. Afterwards we approached my martyrdom and Dina's joy. "I suppose you do have to help a little, Euphemia. Would you like me to whip you into doing it?"
"Wouldn't be authentic, love," I told her, and swung my leg over the edge of the plank. Standing on the box, my puss was well above the cruel two inch edge I straddled. I wondered how many times through the centuries girls had stood trembling as I was now, I was in the grip of a delicious fear as I watched Dina's vibrant nudity buckle the leather anklets with their ominous metal ring. When she snapped on the ropes and threaded them through the floor rings on either side I knew my time was close.
"Why don't you ease yourself down, darling? It will be nicer for you than if I just tug." Dina was right. But I felt silly and awkward as I let my knees bend to allow the junction of my thighs to seek its cruel perch. I was still cautiously wiggling for an advantage I could not find when she pulled evenly and hard. My feet flew out to each side towards the rings and support my toes would never find. I found myself sitting on the edge of a plank, a trestle, high above the floor, isolated in anguish, tugging instinctively at the handcuffs for hands I needed desperately but was denied. It took me about the time spent by my busy companion in removing the box and in knotting her ropes to fully comprehend the enormity of what had been done to my innocent flesh. When she straightened up and smiled at my startled expression all I could say was: "Oh Dina!"
"You look simply gorgeously helpless, Euphemia." I passionately wanted to share her joy. For a brief span the realization of my plight and its implications generated the old familiar heat. But, almost instantly, a new and awful kind of pain began to rob me of its comfort.
"It's supposed to get steadily worse, darling," Dina assured me exuberantly. "I'll tighten each rope as much as I can. They'll hold you firm so you won't teeter."
"No don't! Please, Dina, not tighter."
"Oh, but yes! You haven't a thing to say about it." She was right. I had lost all liberty. Gasping, I watched her adjust the ropes by which I was held in this strange lonely captivity. They pulled my legs out to either side with a tension so great I could not move them at all. I was doing the splits with all my weight resting on my sex upon a narrow edge which was burrowing into me with a vicious intensity like a blunt knife. "I can't stand it, Dina. I can't!"
"I expect all the girls say that, darling. The nice thing is you have to stand it. There's nothing else you can do."
"Take me off. I'll do anything to please you."
"You are pleasing me now, you gorgeous Euphemia. Did you know you're beginning to sweat."
"Please, I don't deserve this. It's something no one's ever done to me. It's a pain I can't cope with. Please Dina?"
"You're coping very well. You're a perfect dear."
"It will injure me. I can feel-"
"No it won't." She walked slowly round her torture device, examining me minutely. "Your pussy and a bit of your behind has sort of flattened out a bit and is taking the weight nicely."
"It's torture."
"Of course, darling! Hadn't you realized?"
"But Dina, you, said you liked me?"
"I do, I do, darling. I positively love you now you're like this."
"It's too awful. You can't keep me-"
"Oh, but I can! Try and get loose. I want you to try."
"I can't get loose, not ever! And I can't try, the pain's too awful."
"You see, you're really truly mine." I screamed. I had to break the thread of chatter in which I was outclassed. Throughout the brief exchanges my pain had steadily worsened. It was a relentless horror. I was certain this darling child had no comprehension of the depth of my distress. To stay like this for hours… in a peal of pure agony I screamed again.
"You scream beautifully, Euphemia. Everything about you is beautiful. Scream again." I was totally at her mercy. I let my head bend forward and closed my eyes. I moaned steadily.
"I've just had an orgasm, darling. You're too beautifully erotic to bear." Speech was too frustrating. I moaned steadily.
"With those sweet noises, darling, I'll have another orgasm in a minute. You're just too… too — I say, Euphemia, did you know the proper way real torturers do this is to raise your hands up behind so that you have to lean a bit more forward on your pussy?"
"No, please! Oh no!"
"Of course, you lovely sweating female thing! It's no trouble." When my shoulders were wracked by my raised arms I leant forward as she had predicted. I had to. I screamed and screamed. I had forgotten the gag until she put it in my mouth. It was so easy for her to insert the ball and buckle the strap behind my neck. I could still dribble and make whining sounds, but my screams were denied me. I watched her seat herself where she could watch me comfortably. Dina smiled with love. I closed my eyes again. When I opened one from time she was happily reading. After centuries of agony the darling girl jumped up exclaiming. "I almost forgot! Oh Euphemia, you'll get the most pussy wetting thrill out of what I've got planned." She hastily donned her clothes and fled. I couldn't have cared less. I closed my eyes and returned to my battle. Voices are potent. I tensed. When they entered the room I raised my head in hopeless disinterest. But then! Had I been able to move I would have moved a lot.
"Hello, Phemie old girl," James greeted cheerily. Imagine me! Naked and sweat soaked. My sex displayed and distorted, my posture grotesque. Even my features spoiled by the ball strapped behind my teeth. As the enormity of my humiliation seeped well in I became aware of the most shocking blush I ever remember. James! To see me like this! All I wanted to do was disappear.
"Isn't she superb?" The girlish voice was ecstatic. James was not insensible. He must have guessed. "Phemie darling, there is a terrible beauty-" I did not want to be admired. I wanted to be freed. I raised my pain wracked face and shook my head again and again in denial of what was being done. With James there the gag was a final defeat. He was distressed. The little minx had put him on a spot. His eyes devoured my torture. He was obviously searching for something to say that was not absurd. He did not find it. "Phemie dear, I'm sure that's pretty bloody awful-" He looked his perplexity, then switched it to Dina. "I say, Dina, hasn't she had enough? Can't you take her down now? I'm sure there's other things…"
"No! Don't be silly, James." The young voice held all the authority of her father's million.
"Do her hands have to be up behind like that? They look so-"
"Yes, they do."
"How about taking the gag out for a minute so she can talk to me?"
"No! She'd probably just scream. She doesn't like this."