"And I've been meaning to ask? I bought you while you were blind. You didn't know I was looking. I found those metal thingummys in your eye hollows quite devastating. I purchased them along with your pretty body. Can you see anything when they're fastened?"
"Nothing. Just black."
"Interesting. I understand they saw it as an added inducement for cash when you were in their brothel?"
"Yes."
"I rather like the idea. It makes you so exquisitely helpless. A cunt seeking a Master? or a Mistress."
"They kept me like that a couple of weeks. It was bloody awful."
"But it softened you, didn't it!"
"Yes."
"Suppose I put them on you now, and then I whipped you while we talked?"
Ilona shrugged hopelessly. "Yes, it would be an ultimate cruelty. I can't tell you how awful. Please, Cicely, have a little mercy? I don't want to be blind."
"Poor Honeybunch! Alright, another time perhaps. Since I'm being so humane, how'd you like to stick your bottom out?"
The chained girl turned and protruded her posterior. It was not an easy thing to do.
"Gee, you've got a perfect rump, dear! Tell me how this feels?"
It felt as though she was cut in two. Ilona's scream was tribute to the crop and to the girl who held it. While pain blossomed, she grasped the post as though it was a friend, the fingers of her chained hand clenched, her breasts hard against the wood, an ankle tugged at its connecting links.
"Pure beauty, Ilona. Do turn round."
Fearfully, the whipped girl obeyed. With one wrist held high, she stood dejectedly for what might follow. Meeting her tormentor's laughing regard, she said hopelessly:
"I can't tell you about the pain. It goes beyond words. Unless a girl's been whipped she can never know."
"You respond so sweetly, dear. . Quite touching."
"I know it's fun for you Cicely, but from where I'm at I don't have much to look forward to, do I. If you keep on whipping me I'll want to die."
"Stand still."
Shocked and surprised, Ilona stood while an exquisite nudity welded itself to her's and warm lips absorbed her mouth. Impudent fingers found her nipple while a hand wet itself between her thighs. When she began to gasp in arousal she was suddenly released.
"Like that?" Cicely's query was as impudent as her hands.
"Yes." The affirmative was grudging.
"So! Now you've got something to live for, you silly little idiot? talking about dying. .!"
"Well?"
"I'm only whipping you, y'know. I thought you'd enjoy my conversational whipping. Spaced out the way I'm doing, it's so humane."
Ilona knew herself in a game she could never win. But Cicely in a good mood was better than Cicely angry. Hating her own subservience, she vouchsafed: "I'm sorry, Cicely. It? it just hurts so much I forget. Of course I'm grateful for the way you're. ." She had to swallow hard before the words would come. "For the way you're whipping me."
"Little liar!" The girl with the whip laughed delightedly. "But the way you said that?! It came out real sweet. Darling, is it very cunt crinkling to have to stand there naked, with just one wrist fastened, and to know I'm going to go right on whipping you?"
"It's everything you think it is, Cicely. I want to curl up and disappear."
"Lovely, lovely! Oh, sweetheart, I'm so glad I bought you."
"I'm glad I didn't go to the brothel." Ilona admitted in a surrender to frankness.
"But. . Cicely, please help me in this. . this. . I don't know what to call it. I'll try and not be silly. But? don't hurt me too much?"
"Hmmmmm! Careful with the blarney, kiddo."
"I didn't mean it like that. Oh, Cicely?!"
"Time for another spot of agony, darling." Cicely was brightly helpful. "You know this one's coming, so stand any way you please. . and offer it a nice welcome."
It was the veriest cruelty. Ilona tugged at her locked wrist and longed to flee, to disappear. . anything rather than just to stand and nakedly accept the cut of a whip on bare skin. Wishing she was tightly bound and absolved of decision, she turned and hugged the post with her free arm, her forehead hard against the wood.
"So prudent, dear, and so delectable."
The crop seared Ilona's shoulders viciously. She wept in a bitterness of pain.
"Cry facing me, honey. I want to see."
In shame, Ilona obeyed. She would always obey. She would never again dare not to. She sobbed and sniffed and did the best she could with one free hand. Cicely watched avidly. After awhile, the whipped nudity blurted: "I'm sorry. It? it? it hurts so bad."
"I bet it's worse because you can move around?"
"Yes. It's silly, but yes, I'm sure it's worse. Oh, Cicely, I don't want to be a cry baby. I'm sorry? honest!"
"Sweetheart, I want you to be absolutely natural. I'm enjoying every moment."
"Cicely, can I ask questions? I mean. . without being punished for asking?"
"Why, of course, darling. Why not?"
"When. . when those others had me I wasn't allowed to ask, not anything. I was always being punished."
"Ask away. I may not answer, but I'll be amused."
"There were two others and a girl named Susan??"
"I bet you and this Susan tongued each other. I saw her, she was lush."
"Well. . yes. She's a darling."
"Ilona dear, I only wanted you. The others had no stimulating background, torturing them would have been a bit of a bore. But with you. .! Just think if your staff could see you now!" Cicely chuckled at a delectable vision. "There's always going to be that connotation in anything I do with you."
"Yes, I can understand that." Ilona conceded slowly. "But those others??"
"They're almost certainly being well screwed in some warm climate, darling. I never liked that Noyes female, a couple of hundred hearty fucks will improve her enormously."
"But those poor girls, Susan and Griselda?"
"A waste of time, sweetheart. The young one's are blah. Juicy perhaps, and their first distress diverting, but no depth."
The woman at the post was seeing visions. Her protest was tremulous: "That gorgeous youngster, she was still a virgin, underneath some paunchy bastard in Buenos Aires? being pumped at? pierced?!"
"Gosh, she must have tasted good!" Cicely laughed. "There's no use shedding tears about us females getting pricked between our legs. Its been going on a long time, and some girls even like it. Your little pigeon is probably having the most wonderful orgasms."
The past was done. Ilona Paisley knew she had lost all power to revive or rescue.
She was literally a slave, or more accurately a plaything. Her life was predetermined.
Wryly, she coined an alliteration: 'chains and pains'! Cicely would sometimes be kind but such moments would only emphasize the cruelty. She looked at her wrist, shackled to the post, and again felt the sting of tears.
"I can read your mind, honey." Cicely Woods chuckled.
"You're feeling sorry for yourself. How about another?"
"How do you want me to stand?"
"I do think we should be a bit innovative, darling. I want you to face me this time and sort of stick everything out? and you must watch. No closing your eyes when I swing. Understand?"
"Yes, Cicely, I'll try."
"Sweetheart, you must do better than try. If you blow it we start over, and across your breasts."
The watching was a clever cruelty. The flashing crop slashed Ilona's bel y and lapped across one flank. She paid it tribute with a scream and the rattle of chain.
Her free hand nursed a livid wound.
With the serious attention of a connoisseur, the richest girl in Texas drank in the sight of a girl in pain. She was finding her purchase rewarding, Ilona Paisley was worth the money. She writhed deliciously. When the spasms of distress slowed, Cicely chatted brightly: "Remember we were talking about those blindfold things, dear? I don't seem able to get them out of my mind. I've thought of a lovely idea."