"I don't suppose she does," said James fervently. As though by sudden impulse, he turned and left.
"The poor dear was embarrassed." Dina giggled "He'd have loved to do the noble male thing if I'd let him. He'd have let you loose and felt terribly proud. Men are so silly." Dina returned to her chair and to her book. I had nothing I wanted to return to at all. When Dina freed me and I gingerly stepped off the box I crumpled to the floor and wept. I'd had enough. But I was not abandoned. Young arms cradled me, young lips sought mine, a pointed red tongue licked my tears. After a short time young hands employed themselves with my body. In about ten minutes that little sexpot, Dina, had me raging with lust. She dealt with that also with the greatest competence. In that child's hands I became a palpitating bundle of erotic response, all agony forgotten.
"I'm not a bit repentant, darling," she whispered into my ear while we lay tangled on the floor. "You were too, too gorgeous. I'll always remember. Thank you, oh thank you for being You." I adored her passionately. I suppose this is where my difference pops up. Instead of hating Dina, I loved her. Instead of being in some aftermath of trauma from sitting on that plank I was tingling with concupiscence. I did not wish to be placed on it again, but the memory was spurring my secretions shamelessly. I was glad of the handcuffs, they enabled this lovesome nymphet to handle me with ease, and they absolved me from decision. I was hungry for Dina. I wanted more and more of her. James had dissolved. I had a momentary shock when I discovered I'd been on that wicked perch for two hours. I'd thought it twice that time. But I was slave enough to know these betrayals of the mind. I shrugged it off. When, through the maze of lips and tongues and fingertips it was made known I must suffer more the knowledge did nothing but generate an erotic suspense. I almost felt guilty. But I was vividly alive. Dina did things that caused the trestle with its punishment plank to rise a couple of feet. A noose of rope circled my tummy and was pulled very tight with its knot in front. My cuffed hands were lifted over the plank to fall to the other side. I knelt on the box.
"You're going to be an amputee, darling," Dina giggled as she bound my ankles back to my thighs. This left me standing on my bent knees, supported by the plank now beneath my armpits. When the rope from my waist was brought down and between my legs, then up behind to connect with my handcuffs I got the picture. In a total absorption, of joy my lovely torturess brought that rope back between my thighs and pulled and pulled. She carefully opened the lips of my sex to ensure entry of the tautening strands. When she was finished pulling and adjusting my shoulders were well back, my hands well down, the edge of the plank well into my underarms, my breasts well displayed, my puss sliced asunder and entered. It all hurt. Dina then removed the box.
"You're as lovely as before," she breathed. I could not move. I hung. My stubs of lost legs well above the floor. Fire burned beneath each arm and through my crotch. But the one inside my sex burned brightest of all. "I do hope it's awful, Euphemia. Is it?" I gasped confirmation and gratitude. She frictioned my nipples until I moaned from desire instead of pain.
"Would you like me to untie you, darling? I won't, of course, but do you wish I would?" I shook my head and moaned: "No, oh no! Love me." Dina busied her lips and fingertips. I blossomed into climax against the cords within my puss. We moaned together into each other's mouths. The child who possessed me was all the beauty and wonder of the world.
"Daddy let me have these. 'Specially made for you, darling." I looked down at my breasts as Dina, with shining eyes, carefully and lovingly positioned the gleaming silver ornaments. As each jaw bit my nipple and attached itself to the utmost curve of my being I gasped in a complexity of sensations that left me panting. The clips were so lovely and so cruel! Their pain burned steadily.
"Want them off, darling?" I knew she was teasing. But I shook my head vehemently.
"No, no. Oh, please no!" Thus I was suspended. Bound in agony by this child who sat close and feasted and fulfilled her hunger. I let my head fall, my eyes close, and knew that I too was fulfilled through her.
"Darling! I have to let you loose sometime. I wish I didn't." It was aeons later. Both of us were replete and exhausted. I knew I would be grateful for release, but I did not want it.
"You can sleep with me, Euphemia. I'll just chain you by one ankle. Daddy said I could." I made moaning sounds of pain and love.
"Darling! I'm scared about tomorrow. What are they going to do to you?" I struggled back from the lovely dream. "I'm to be given to a man to be tortured so that he'll feel under an obligation to your father." I heard the hiss of her indrawn breath. "A man! Ugh!"
"It's happened before, Dina. I'm a slave."
"You don't want it though?"
"No, but I'm helpless. And I did sort of agree — for a reason."
"Phemie! Oh darling!" I had nothing to say. I was lost.
"You're not going to! I won't let you! You're too beautiful to waste on men."
"But Dina, what can I do?"
"It's what I can do, darling." She put a small finger on my lips. One word of protest and I'll gag you." Her fingers flew to my bindings.
"Female love is incomprehensible to man," the sheik Inman Azzam intoned gravely, his bright eyes flickering between Dina's flushed and anxious face and my chained and kneeling nudity. "You have driven through the night to return this, my beloved child." His eyes twinkled at Bolling's daughter. "I suspect she had little to say about it?"
"The fault is mine. Please don't punish her, sir."
"How charmingly noble. But is it not you who should feel the lash?"
"I expect my father will punish me in some way. I don't mind — really I don't!" Dina was suddenly a little girl.
"I doubt your skin will bear a single mark, child." Dina wriggled exquisitely. "Well, I suppose-" She was close to tears. "I'd better drive home now. Thank you for not being too angry." Azzam, as always, was in command. He picked up one small hand and kissed it gravely. "I am forever in your debt, child. One of my men will escort you to your father's house. He is thrice blest in thee." For moments I was engulfed in a whirl of arms and lips and tears. Then Azzam led her to the door with a paternal hand. "Go with God, my dear." It was suddenly deathly quiet in the big room. Sheik Inman Azzam resumed his chair. "The heart of a slave girl is beyond knowing," he said gently.
"I failed you, lord. Please have me whipped." His chuckle was as gentle as his words. "And free the fire that burns deep within you? Come child, I know you well."
"I should be punished. If Lotta strikes me hard enough-"
"Lotta will not strike you. She is busy with a pleasant task. Come." Azzam led the way, I followed. My hands were still cuffed behind my back but I had no need of them. When I beheld Jennie and Daisy I found it hard to repress a giggle. Both were naked, both were bound at wrist and elbow so that they seemed mostly breasts. They teetered on bound feet. Their eyes were piteous above lips widely parted by the gags buckled beneath their hair. They gazed askance at a large wicker basket Lotta held open.
"Allah has bestowed two most excellent slaves upon me," said Azzam. "Under Lotta's whip they will become superb." Lotta picked Daisy up and placed her in the basket. I knew the bound girl was trying to struggle but could not. Jennie followed. It was a tight fit. The lid closed. "In six hours they will be safe within my House," said Azzam. He saw the question in my eyes and smiled. "No basket for your beloved, child. She is safe. Chained and angry, but safe. A most intractable young woman."
"And the men; lord — Ashad?" He sighed and without regret. "They are with their forefathers, child. An imprudent trio who delivered themselves into out hands. The damp soil of this island holds them safe." I knew his words meant they were dead. I shivered, and followed him, bewildered, back to the Lounge. Again I knelt, hands clasped behind. "It is an end and a beginning, child." He mused silently for a moment. "The young man, the most excellent James, I suspect he is gone?" I had forgotten James. "Yes, lord, he is gone."