What if she wanted ...

Ch 11

 

More waiting. More Preparations

 

Usual disclaimers: Fiction. Do not try this at home. Keep away from children. Void where prohibited.

 

Vicky

 

I must admit I was impressed by Robert’s plans for me. I was not that surprised by being branded. I was expecting something like that, sort of. I was not expecting to be branded four times. I am quite afraid of that actually. It is one thing to be tied down and branded. You wait, in fear, the brand comes, burns, pain, and it’s over. This was going to be different. I assume that he will do my ass cheeks first; the first one should be the easiest, since you do not know how bad it will be. Waiting for the second one, with full knowledge of what is to come, must be unbearable. And then, flip over to receive the next two, in the front, on my shaved mons. Then you can see it coming. No, I must not continue to think like that. I will back out if I do.

 

Saturday started with Yukiko coming to my cell. I had spent the night there. Crystal had tied my legs to a spreader bar, not tightly, so it wasn’t too bad. My hands were fastened to a belt at my waist. After I accommodated myself on the mat, she closed the door, leaving me in darkness. I also found out that the cell was almost soundproof. Sleep was a long time coming, but eventually it came.

 

Yukiko took me out of the cell, removed the spreader bar and my ties; she gave me a terry cloth robe, and accompanied me to the upstairs bathroom in Robert’s room. She watched me as I relieved myself, and then she showered, washed and dried me. I was allowed to dry my hair, body and legs, but not my pussy. That was out of bounds. After I was done, she gave me my outfit for the day. A loose lace boy short panty and white bra; a white mini skirt and a white blouse completed the outfit. Being that this is November in the mountains, I could reasonably assume I was not to leave the house. The shoes were the same white torture pumps I wore yesterday. After I was done, she let me apply my makeup, as she dressed. She wore a comfortable denim skirt and a white blouse, over white bra and panties. She also had thick socks and cowboy boots.  

 

We went down for breakfast. The boys were already there and had made eggs, bacon and pancakes. We had to wait for a little while, until Crystal arrived with Candy. Candy was wearing an outfit similar to mine. Crystal was smashing in a knee length cream colored suede skirt and a knit white turtle neck sweater. She also wore cowboy boots. Her eyes, a very pale blue, contrasted with her very fair skin. I could not detect any makeup. Oh the powers of youth.

 

We had breakfast, and conversation ranged from international news to predictions on how much snow we would get this ski season. Crystal, Yukiko and the boys carried most of the conversation, while the victims, that would be Candy and me, were more subdued.

 

After we were done, the boys drove to town with Crystal, leaving us under Yukiko’s tutelage. Candy turned on the TV and picked up a book. I went to the garage to look over the instruments I was to work with. Robert had left them in a bag for me. I took out the rings first. They were plain, surgical steel rings, quite heavy and the metal was about half a centimeter in width. I shuddered at the thought of a needle of that caliber pushing through my outer lips. I could easily see that they would be too large for my inner lips. Looking again in the bag I realized how they would be applied. He had gotten a hole punch to do it. He must have had it specially made. Instead of pushing a needle through my lips he would cut a neat little hole. That would bleed like a fountain. Of course, if he welded the rings, the heat of the welding would effectively, and painfully, sear the holes thus stopping the bleeding. Very efficient.

 

I then considered the irons he would use to mark me. He had four long iron rods, with an insulated handle on one side. It wouldn’t do for him to burn his hand doing this, of course. The other side was grooved to screw on something. In the bag were iron forms and my iron working tools. Also a paper with the sizes he wanted. For my ass the letters would be cursive, 2 ½ inches tall. For my front, block letters 1 inch in size. I sat down at the work table and started sketching designs for his approval.

 

Later that morning Yukiko and Candy came over to see how I was doing. I had finished my preliminary sketches by then and returned to the living room with them.

 

I noticed that Yukiko kept a closer watch on Candy than on me. That made sense. Candy would be the one most likely to try and touch herself. After all she would not have another chance after next Saturday. I considered Candy. At 23 she would be forever denied another orgasm. I knew perfectly well that if she had not been able to have anything other than a clitoral orgasm by now, it is most unlikely she will ever achieve a vaginal one. The cruelty of this mutilation was unbelievable. To top it all off, she was being denied any possibility of masturbating until then. And she accepted this. Then again, I accepted my own closure and branding; but the closure, at least, would be reversible, and would actually be reversed once a year. At a great cost though.

 

Candy moved around the house in a daze. The enormity of what was to be done to her had doubtlessly sunk in by now. I wondered if she would talk about it. It was about 11:00 by now. Yukiko, when younger would never drink before lunch, but now believed that you should not drink before breakfast. So, she poured us some Chardonnay. We sat around the kitchen like old friends. Candy after a second got up and asked: “Yukiko, can you please lock a leg spreader on me. I cannot keep my thighs from rubbing otherwise. I don’t have the discipline while sitting” Yukiko run downstairs and brought one, fastened it on Candy’s knees who could then sit down with no further problem.

 

I was astounded at the discipline and submissiveness of our young Candy. She looked at my face and said: “If Simon doesn’t want me to rub myself, then I won’t. I may need some help to keep myself from doing it, but I will not disobey him, if I can help it.”

 

“You must love him very much” I said

 

“Just as much as you love Robert. Your brands are going to hurt more than my burn; at least mine is only getting done once”

 

“But …” I couldn’t bring myself to continue

 

“I know” She smiled sadly. “But I want it too. That way there will be no question of whose pleasure comes first. His and only his. I do wish he would let me touch myself until Saturday though”

 

“How about you Yukiko?” I asked “What are you going to propose?”

 

“I am not sure yet. I wonder how far they will let me go. I think I would like to be scourged and crucified. They could then brand their initials on my pussy. The mere thought of it makes my pussy gush”

 

“That would be easy” Candy said “They can whip you bloody and then tie you to the cross. They would agree to that”

 

“I wasn’t thinking about tying” Yukiko whispered.

 

You could land an airplane in Candy’s or in my mouth. “Yukiko, you would die!” Candy gasped.

 

“Not necessarily. I mean, I would, if that’s what they wanted; but you can remove the nails if you want to. There are spots in the hands and feet that you can drive a nail through without too much damage. You do have to tie the hands to the cross beam, so that all the weight is not on the hands or they will tear. And you’d better get a tetanus shot. Actually we three should get a booster as soon as possible”

 

“I had a booster three weeks ago” I said. Candy also had a booster three months ago, as part of her annual exam.

 

“Do you have any other ideas?” Candy asked trying get her off that idea.

 

“Well, since it is Thanksgiving I could be roasted like a turkey and then you guys could eat me; but I don’t think there’s any chance the boys would agree to do that”

 

“Amen to that” Candy said.

 

“I also thought that they could stretch my pussy permanently. It would take a while, but it would be similar to what Robert is doing to you, only backwards. You get closed, I get opened. In both cases, our pussies would be unusable”

 

We were done with the wine by now, and the boys were still absent with Crystal. I wondered if they were having fun with her.

 

 

I yawned, and so did Candy. It looks like we did not get much sleep the night before.

“Would you like to take a nap? I’d have to tie you up in your cells like last night but it shouldn’t be too bad” We both decided it would be a good idea, and Yukiko locked us up in no time at all. I don’t know about Candy, but what with the Chardonnay and the lack of sleep, I went to sleep almost immediately.

 

 

 

 

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Candy

 

By Monday I began to get used to the idea of losing my clitoris. In a cruel, weird way, it did make some kind of sense. My whole body was his to use. There should be no confusion in that. Simon brought my irons to me. They were two; the rods were similar to Vicky’s but the heads of the iron were shallow pyramids of steel. I was to polish them and clean them daily. They were quite neat already, and did not need any further cleaning, but I figure Simon wanted me to polish them and prepare them just like Vicky had to make her own instruments of torture.

 

The week passes slowly by; or perhaps not slowly enough, as Saturday approaches relentlessly. Vicky and I fall into a pattern. Every morning, Yukiko and Crystal get us out of our cells, help us get dressed and then we are free to work on our future instruments of torture. Vicky has more to do than me. I am done polishing in fifteen minutes, but have to do it for an hour at least. The rest of the time I am free to move about, read, watch TV or listen to music. Whenever I sit down I ask one of the girls to put knee spreaders on me, to avoid rubbing my clit.

 

The boys usually go out in the morning with either Yukiko or Crystal. I don’t really know what they are doing. Work perhaps; they probably did not take the whole week off.

 

The evenings are more entertaining. The boys are still not touching us, so they have fun with either Yukiko or Crystal. They have their sessions in the dungeon, while we are left in the living room, our legs spread open, and our hands tied to our waists.

 

Going by the screams, it is usually Yukiko that is being tortured. It also seems like Crystal is doing most of the torturing, since the boys sometimes come up for beer, or to get some snacks, and the sounds of lash striking flesh, and screams of pain continue unabated. If so, Crystal is learning very well.

 

Vicky finished getting her rings and irons ready by Thursday. Simon pronounced my irons ready too. The next day would be part one of Vicky’s ordeal. I tried to talk to her about it, but she did not really want to talk. Surprisingly enough, we talked very little about what will be done to us.

 

Thursday’s dinner is particularly nice. As usual, we are dressed in white. For the first time though we are not dressed the same. I am wearing a mid thigh white skirt and a lacy bra, with nothing else on top. Vicky is wearing a short silk white slip, with no bra. Her nipples clearly visible under the smooth thin fabric. Like me, she is allowed underwear, a boy brief, also white and lacy.

 

After dinner, we spend longer than usual at the table over dessert and expresso. Understandably Vicky is not too hungry, but does take some brandy after dinner. That was a surprise, since we haven’t been allowed anything stronger than wine since we arrived. To my surprise, Yukiko also lets me drink some brandy.

 

We then proceeded to the living room, where Vicky is asked to strip. She stands nude, for us to see her beauty, unmarred, for the last time. The remainder of the evening she stays nude, but otherwise unrestrained. Me, as soon as I sit in the sofa, I ask for my spreader bar, which Crystal, already experienced has ready for me.

 

Vicky gets progressively more anxious as the evening goes by. Tomorrow will be a bad day for her. Just as Saturday will be a bad day for me. Time passes, slowly. I am waiting for something to happen. I realize that today the boys will not take Yukiko down to the dungeon for a session. Still I am expecting something to happen, but it does not. At ten thirty Robert says: “It’s time for Vicky to turn in; she’ll have a long day tomorrow” Crystal takes Vicky’s hand and leads her to her cell in the basement. As she passes by Robert, he embraces and kisses her tenderly.

 

We remain in the living room for another hour. Yukiko does suck Simon off, but it is done in a desultory fashion. Simon is feeling horny and would like to come before bed; Yukiko is nearby and services him. There are no fireworks or anything. After he is done, Yukiko takes me to my cell, and that is that.