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Chapter 15 Candy

CH 15

CH 15

Candy

 

Finally, Thanksgiving Day arrives. Robert and I drive to the house, to find Vicky, Simon and Crystal already there. I look at Robert, intrigued. He guesses my question.

 

Crystal spent the last few days with Simon” He says. “We wanted Yukiko alone, for the whole week. She must also drive herself up here. She does not know what she is to face, only that it will be extreme and, quite possibly, terminal”

 

I shudder. I started all of this, it was my idea; if Yukiko dies it will be my fault.

 

Robert walks into the house to chat with Simon. Vicky and I take the luggage in. Crystal can’t help, as she is kneeling in front of Simon, his cock deeply inserted in her mouth. I can see it bulging in her throat as she deep-throats him. The boys do not carry their luggage in the house anymore. Inside the house, we are slaves at all times now. Robert gestures to Vicky and she gets him a beer, then she helps me unpack.

 

By the time we are done the boys have moved out to the hot tub. Crystal, nude, brings them beer; each one of them has a riding crop handy, to encourage her to be speedy. While they soak, talk and drink, she kneels on the deck by the tub, submissively. We undress and get started with dinner.

 

Yukiko is not here yet; I wonder if she is having second thoughts. She is deeply masochistic but some of the things they have done to us, with our full consent, are quite extreme. What used to be my clit is still sore where it was burned off. I sigh deeply as I remember my last orgasm, just before I lost my pleasure nub, and with it, the capacity to orgasm.

 

“Why that sigh?” Vicky asks me.

 

“I was thinking about what we have had done to us, what we have become” I answer.

 

Thinking about what I have endured; what we have endured for our master’s pleasure gets me horny. I feel the tension in my gut and the pressure in my loins. I also know that the tension and pressure will not be relieved; will only grow, heavier and heavier during this weekend.

 

I hear wheels in the driveway. Yukiko is here. Busy we do not go out to receive her. She enters, gorgeous in a mini black dress, with high heels and carrying only a very small overnight bag. She knows she will not need clothes this weekend; she might never again need them, I think to myself.

 

She comes into the kitchen, drops her bag and strips, before kissing us. Then she goes out on the deck for instructions. Robert has stepped out of the hot tub and is peeing into Crystal’s wide open mouth while she kneels. She is an expert and swallows all of it, not spilling a drop. Robert gets back in the tub and gestures at us to join them. We do so.

Yukiko, Vicky and I kneel around the hot tub. Crystal, once she is done, kneels too. We kneel with our knees spread and our legs wide open. I can see Vicky’s rings, closing her entrance, and they can see the burn, still raw, where my clitoris used to be. It is cold in November around the hot tub, despite the gas heaters. I shudder, but not from the cold.

 

Finally, Robert speaks “Yukiko: Are you ready for your ordeal?”

 

“I am” she responds, a quiver in her voice.

 

He continues. ”Good. We have decided to crucify you; with nails”

 

I feel faint. I see Yukiko’s involuntary gasp, and Crystal and Vicky pale visibly at the sound. After the faintest pause, to let us take it in, he goes on.  

 

“We have made some changes to the cross downstairs that will make this more… interesting. You must get ready. You must go to the dungeon bathroom and give yourself three enemas. The first will be a quart of really hot water; the second two quarts. For the third, fill the enema bag with three quarts of the hottest water, and add half a bottle of Sriracha to it. As soon as it is in, plug yourself with the butt plug you will find on the shelf. After that is done, come back here’

 

“Is any one of the girls going to come and help me?” Yukiko asks hopefully.

 

“No” Simon answers now “You will prepare your body, as well as all the instruments of torture yourself. Now go”

 

Yukiko stands and turns, without a sound. With a wave of his hand, Simon dismisses us back to the kitchen. He sits on the edge of the hot tub and feeds his hard on to Crystal who, despite her despair at the imminent loss of her erstwhile lover, eats it greedily. He leans back on his hands and thrusts into Crystal’s throat. I admire her control as he, ready to climax, grasps her head behind her neck, and pulls her on his shaft, until he is buried to the hilt, choking her. Submissive, even as she suffocates, she embraces his ass with her hands, and holding one hand with the other, hangs there until Simon is completely spent and he pushes her away. She did not need to swallow; he was so deep in her. She takes a breath and cleans him up. Slowly, he slides back into the tub and kisses her.

 

In the kitchen, we continue working. To our dismay, we can hear the sounds coming from the basement. Yukiko is whimpering as she gives herself the enemas. Her whimpers become really high pitched, and we guess it is the third enema, three quarts and half a bottle of Sriracha. A higher pitched squeal, almost a scream signals the butt plug going in. Soon, Yukiko walks painfully up the stairs. Her distended abdomen must be cramping terribly, because every few steps, she bends over, and can only stand by holding on to the railing. She looks at us, desperate, her skin covered with sweat. We approach her, Vicky and me, and we kiss her on her lips. I can smell her fear. We say nothing. What can we say?

 

Yukiko struggles to the tub and kneels. She makes an effort to keep still but the cramps that rack her guts make her whole body shake. After a few minutes, her guts calm down some, enough at least for her to regain a measure of control, and she manages to kneel prettily, her distended abdomen thrust forward, her hands, palms up, open on her knees, and her shaved pussy gaping slightly, with the barest soupçon of moisture visible.

 

We approach the tub again and, unbidden, we kneel. Simon speaks.

 

“You will go to the dungeon, prepare and light the coals. Take the two irons with my initials and Robert’s; when they are red hot, you can come and get us. You will be able to expel your enema once we come down to watch you.”

“After you are done and clean, your torture will start. We have selected the studded dildoes for Crystal and Candy to use on you, but you will have to strap them on for them. They will fuck your ass and pussy, until blood flows freely. Once they are done, we will show you the cross, and you will lie on it. Then we will nail you to it. That’s all you have to do. It’s that simple. After you are nailed to the cross, we will lift it up, and mark your mons with the irons. You can then hang there for the remainder of the weekend. There is nothing more you need to do; the girls will take care of our pleasure after you are hung. We will have Thanksgiving dinner in the basement. You will serve as decoration.”

 

I am speechless, we all are. Crystal cannot contain herself and starts crying. Her body shakes with her sobs. Yukiko, surprisingly, is the most serene of us. Either she expected this or, more likely, the cramping or burning from her enema is so painful that she can think of nothing else.

 

Yukiko reaches out and caresses Crystal’s face with her hand. A tender gesture, as her lips whisper: ‘It’s all right”

 

She painfully struggles to her feet, and makes her way to the dungeon. We remain there, kneeling until, with a slap to our asses, the boys send us back to the kitchen. Crystal gets back in the tub where Robert demands her attention. She sucks him to full length. He then sits on the tub, facing the kitchen, and in a single painful motion, enters her ass. Crystal cries out in pain; she then proceeds to move up and down on his shaft. I cannot continue to watch this scene; I must see to dinner.

 

The fixings get done, the cranberry sauce is served; the turkey, stuffed and basted is in the oven, when Yukiko struggles up the stairs. It is time.

 

“The irons are ready” She tells the boys.

 

They get out of the tub, and head to their rooms to get dressed for the event. Crystal and Yukiko kneel in the kitchen, waiting for them. We join them. Yukiko’s body is racked by spasms from her enema as her colon fights the unyielding butt plug; even so, she kneels bravely, her thighs wide open, her back straight, and her hands, palms upwards, resting on her knees.

 

Soon the boys are back from their rooms. They wear crimson silk boxers, over silk robes of the same color. We follow them downstairs.

 

The dungeon is quite warm from the brazier. The exhaust fan hums in the background. The cross lies on the floor, covered by a tarp. The torture rack is next to it. The dildoes, two wooden shafts, hobnailed, are fully 14 inches long. I’ve felt them in me, and know what they can do, if wielded by a cruel master; or if wielded by a weak slave, goaded on by her master’s whip, as will happen soon.

 

In front of us, Yukiko presents her gorgeous ass to Robert, who pulls out the butt plug. A muffled whimper is all she says, as she squats over the toilet and expels the enema. I can see the relief on her face as her cramps subside. She then cleans and dries herself.

 

Crystal and I cannot hold back our tears as Yukiko kisses us both tenderly.

 

“Do not try to hold back” she says “It will be worse for you if you do and I do not want you to suffer needlessly on my behalf. I love you both”

 

She kneels in front of me and straps my dildo on, then does the same for her former lover. She looks up at Robert who, with his whip, points to the rack. She lies back on it, and Simon straps her down. Her arms tied to the legs of the rack, her legs spread eagled and painfully bent back at the hips. She looks so beautiful, tied down there, a willing victim, her eyes closed,  her breath, even and relaxed, as she prepares herself for her ordeal.

 

Simon approaches her and asks “Before Candy and Crystal ravage your pussy and ass, I want to whip your breasts. I want to thrash them, until they bleed. You may refuse to allow this. We will understand if you do. Do you wish to refuse?”

 

Yukiko doesn’t open her eyes. She exhales. I wish to tell her to refuse; to tell her that what they have planned for her is enough; hell, more than enough; but I stay silent.

 

“Whip my breasts instead” Crystal blurts out, but she is ignored.

 

“I am yours” Yukiko says calmly, her eyes open and looking straight at Simon. “If you wish to ravage my breasts, I beg that you do not hold anything back. Shred them to pieces, if that will please you. Please ignore my screams, and do as you wish to me”

 

In the silence of the dungeon, only Crystal’s sobbing can be heard. Simon stands at the right side of Yukiko and picks up a whip. It is a single tail, mid size horsewhip. He throws it back, and lashes out at Yukiko’s chest. She cannot control her scream, and an angry red stripe flowers across the top of her boobs. A second cut follows, but now Yukiko only whimpers. Lash follows lash, as Simon gets into a rhythm. Yukiko screams every now and then, but mostly controls herself, as if she is saving her energy for the later festivities. Her breasts are now red mounds of flesh, but still no blood. Simon takes pity on her, and switches to a crueler instrument. A three tailed short whip, of braided leather. On its tails, shiny fragments of glass are embedded. This will get blood, faster than the other instrument, and will make the torture shorter.

Yukiko’s eyes are still closed, as Robert says loudly “This one will cut you now”

 

She nods and remains silent.

 

The first lash falls on her breasts. Yukiko screams, as a red snake, speckled with crimson crosses her breasts. Simon lashes her viciously and soon her breasts are covered with blood. He is done. He kisses her breasts and licks her blood. Robert also kisses and licks her shattered mammaries. I can see their lips whispering in her ears “Thank you”

 

Robert points to me, and I take my place between Yukiko’s legs. The tip of my dildo caresses the lips that I will shred in a few moments. I shudder as Simon and Robert approach me with the whips. I brace myself on her thighs, and look at Simon. A few seconds pass. They wait for me to start, but I cannot. I ask for the whip. I hope to find in it absolution for what I am about to do.

 

“Please whip me; whip me hard” I ask in a whisper. Simon nods, and I brace myself as they both start. They start on my back, and I thrust, hard. I look down and see that I have entered Yukiko’s love tunnel fully. I pull back, as Simon whips my front. He is still using the glass studded whip, and he gets blood from my belly on the first strike. I look down and notice Yukiko’s blood on the dildo. I thrust again, pulling on her thighs, and pull out again. I finally get a rhythm going, as the whips fall on my body, front, back, both at the same time. I scream, and so does Yukiko. My blood flows, on to her belly. Her blood splashes me with each thrust. I do not know how long this lasts. I do not realize when the lashes stop falling, and I keep thrusting, ripping and tearing into my friend. After a while, Simon stops me. “Enough” he says.

 

Yukiko has passed out under the torture, but she soon recovers. My breasts, chest and belly are covered with blood. My thighs are also covered with blood, although that one is not mine. I see the dildo, covered in gore, jutting obscenely from my pelvis. Vicky kneels in front of me and, with her tongue, licks it clean.

 

Simon unties Yukiko, who can barely stand. Robert gives her a small drink of juice, which she gulps down greedily; then, unbidden, she bends over the rack, offering her sweet ass. Her beautiful face lies on the surface of the rack, turned to the left, she watches Vicky as she cleans her blood off the dildo. Her eyes meet mine. She smiles at me, then closes her eyes again.

 

It is Crystal’s turn. Her dildo is no shorter than mine, although it is fractionally thinner. She lays the tip at her anus, which is still covered with blood. I wonder if the blood will serve as a lubricant. Robert lifts his whip, offering, but Crystal shakes her head. She grabs Yukiko’s thighs with her hands. “I’m so sorry” she whimpers; then she thrusts. I close my eyes, but to no avail. Yukiko’s scream, pierces my heart. I feel about to faint, and would have, had Vicky not held me up. Crystal pulls back, and thrusts again, and again. Yukiko only stops her screaming to take in breath. After 4 or five thrusts, Crystal stops.

 

“I can’t” she says.

 

She has to be whipped to continue, but I see that only Robert is whipping her. Simon has put his instrument aside and comes to me. I see his erection, and kneel to take him in my mouth, but he turns me around, has me go down on all fours, so I can continue to watch, and enters my rear. I feel him, back there, where it is always painful, for me, and so pleasant for him. But today, I cannot even whimper, as I see Crystal destroying Yukiko’s ass. As he moves, I wonder if sometime soon, I will be the one strapped to that rack, and my ass will be the one to be shredded by a dildo. Somehow, the image of me, writhing in pain under such an invasion, prior to some unmentionable, unthinkable torture, does not fill me with horror, as it should have; I feel instead a glow, a golden glow of hope. Hope that I too will be found worthy, worthy to serve, worthy to be used. And then, it is over. Crystal stops and Simon pulls out of my ass, without coming in me. I almost feel cheated, as I turn over to lick him clean.

 

Yukiko did not pass out this time. Her ass cheeks are covered with blood. Her body shakes, her eyes, open and wild, as she gasps for breath. Vicky caresses her face, tries to comfort her, as best she can.

 

Crystal, on her knees, cannot tear her eyes off her blood covered dildo. Her head shakes, as she cries. She looks up at Yukiko’s ass, unrecognizable after her assault. This time it is I who approaches, on all fours, and licks her dildo clean and then remove it from her waist. I kiss her tear streaked face as we both stand up, supporting each other.

 

Vicky serves the boys a glass of Scotch apiece, as we all let Yukiko recover. Soon, she regains her composure and looks up at us, a weak smile on her lips. Simon unties her, gathers her in his arms and lays her down on the couch. He kisses her lips, and gives her some more juice.

 

Time passes slowly. We remove the rack, and lay a table for Thanksgiving. There are only 5 place settings on the table. Crystal will take the head of the table. We wonder at this, but Simon explains:

 

“So she can see Yukiko hanging on the cross more easily”

 

Simon will be to her right, Robert to her left, with Vicky and me at our master’s side.

The boys, finish their drinks, but make no motion to proceed. Crystal, Vicky and I wonder what’s up, until Yukiko, nude on the couch, struggles up to a sitting position. I can see her wince of pain as she sits on her shattered pussy and ass. After a moment she speaks.

 

“I guess it is time” Her voice is weak, no more than a whisper. “You have all been wonderful friends. I am sorry to leave you, but not sorry that you are doing this.” She looks at the boys. “Please, do it to me now, before I lose my nerve…Please.”

 

Robert and I help her to her feet; she can barely stand. Simon removes the tarp and Yukiko shudders under my arm at the sight of the cross.

 

“How long do you think I can last?” She asks weakly.

 

“You should last at least until Saturday, maybe even Sunday, if we keep you hydrated” Robert says matter of factly.

 

Yukiko gasps at this, and starts trembling. Her lower lip quivers as she tries to hold back her tears.

 

We stand at the base of the cross. Simon shows Yukiko a curved horn like device, with a large, conical end to it.

 

“The cornu” he explains. “It will support your weight, a little, so you can last longer. You get a choice; you can put it in your ass, or in your pussy. Either way, it will be quite painful”

 

He then shows her the nails. These are quite ordinary nails. They are long, 5 inches long, but not as thick as I thought they’d be. Yukiko holds on to me, trembling. I feel she is about to back out of this, that, if she could, she would run away. She however, says nothing. When instructed, she lies down on the cross and unbidden stretches her arms on the cross beam. The boys are sporting huge erections, as they get everything ready. I feel cold inside, a freezing cold at the pit of my stomach. I kneel beside Yukiko. I do not know what to do, how to comfort her, so I just caress her face. I look into her beautiful almond shaped eyes, and she looks back at me. Her face is serene, accepting; there is no longer any hint of a smile in her face, I sense only fear. I lay my hand on her left breast, I feel her heart fluttering under my palm, and I can’t tell how fast it is going. One hundred? One hundred and fifty? How fast can a human heart beat?

 

Simon ties her arms to the cross beam. He picks up the hammer and a long nail. He searches for the right spot on her left palm.

 

“The rope on your arm will carry most of your weight” He informs her. “The nail will just provide the pain” He seems to take a sadistic pleasure in informing Yukiko of the process.

 

As Simon locates the right spot, Yukiko finally loses control and, with a whimper, releases a steady stream of urine. Her humiliation is now complete.

 

“Hold it!” Robert interrupts. “Let me fuck her while you drive the nail in”

 

As he says this he positions himself between her legs, and roughly enteres her ravaged pussy. Yukiko only whimpers weakly as he enters her. Her eyes then go to Simon, who now holds the nail against her tender palm, the hammer in the air, ready to strike. Yukiko’s eyes are wild. The scent of her fear mixes with the smell of her urine. I glance at the others for a fraction of a second. Simon, his arm, holding the hammer up, waiting for a signal from Robert. Crystal and Vicky have their eyes riveted on Yukiko’s hand, and I too, can’t tear my gaze away.

I do not see Robert’s sign; I just see the hammer striking the nail, the sharp head of the nail dimpling the soft skin of my friend’s palm for a brief second, before it enteres her hand. Her deafening scream, right beside my head reverberates in my skull. I feel her body under Robert, who now joins his thrusting to her thrashing. More hammer blows are needed to drive the nail through the unresisting tissue and into the wood of the crossbeam. Yukiko screams and thrashes throughout the process. To my surprise, there is very little blood, the nail effectively sealing the wound. Finally, the nail is in. I notice then a thick leather washer under the nail’s head. When the washer is flush with her palm, Simon stops. I can see Yukiko’s fingers trembling, grasping at the thin air, or at the spike that so cruelly perforates her palm.

 

It takes a few minutes for Yukiko to stop screaming. By then, Robert has come already and pulled out of her. Simon takes his place.

 

“I will fuck your ass while Robert nails your right hand” Simon says as he pulls Yukiko’s legs over his shoulders.

 

Without further ado, he shoves his dick roughly up Yukiko’s much abused ass. She barely whimpers. Robert meanwhile selects the right spot on Yukiko’s right palm. All eyes are now riveted on her right hand. We have to wait until Simon is ready. It does not take him long, he was so excited already. Robert hammers the nail, and Yukiko screams, and the nail goes in; and the hammer falls, and Yukiko continues screaming, and then, it is done. Yukiko screams for a long time; long after Simon has released his load in her rectum. We have to hold her legs down, she is thrashing so much.

 

After a long time, Yukiko calms down, or perhaps she is just too worn out to fight anymore. Regardless, she stops thrashing and just lies on the cross, panting, her eyes wild, her hair soaked with sweat stuck to her face. On her body, her sweat mixes with her blood. I shudder, thinking of the pain that the salty sweat would cause on her whipped lacerated tits, and then realized that she is probably in so much pain from her hands that she does not even feel it.

 

The boys pick up the last nail. This one is longer and thicker than the ones they used on her hands. It must be at least 8 inches long. It also has a leather washer by its head.

Crystal, Vicky and me kneel besides Yukiko’s tortured body, and try to comfort her. The boys fumble about with her feet, until they have them in the position they want. The left one will go flat on the wood, the right one over it, and the nail through both. They explain this to Yukiko, since it will be easier if she cooperates.

 

The feet will be the most horrible part of the nailing. The thigh muscles are the strongest muscles of the body. Even a strong man like Robert or Simon will not be able to hold both legs in position to nail her feet. It would have been easier to do each foot separately, but apparently they want the sight of her pussy gaping open as her knees fall to the sides, with her feet nailed one on top of the other. Perhaps they might do this if we helped them, but that would be too much to ask of us, and wisely, they do not ask us to do this.

 

Thus, they decide to tie the left foot firmly to the cross. Tied with rope around her ankle, and around the base of the toes, the foot is completely immobilized. Yukiko cooperates, not trying to move her leg, as her foot is tied into place, the sole firmly in contact with the cross. Then they place her right foot on a wooden block, which has a hole in the center. Simon will hold her ankle, and Robert will drive the nail in. They explain to Yukiko, and to us, that they do not expect that Yukiko can hold her foot still. Probably after each stroke of the hammer, they will have to wait for Yukiko to calm down and let them replace the foot on the wooden block. When the nail has gone through the foot, and into the hole, they will place the right foot over the left, tie it to the left calf, to keep it from moving too much, and drive the nail finally home.

 

We can’t believe this! It is too unreal, to expect this degree of cooperation from Yukiko. To our surprise, she surrenders to the inevitable.

 

“I will help you as much as I can.” She whispers.

 

I gaze at her. Haggard, soaked in sweat and blood, her nude body firmly attached to the cross beam by the cruel nails on her palms, she is so beautiful in her suffering. Against my wishes, the sight of her tortured body, her arms stretched out, her armpits exposed obscenely, is turning me on. I begin to understand why the boys are doing this. I caresse her face, her neck, I kiss her armpits, lick her breasts, the whip marks, and the lacerations. I work my way down to her belly. I expect to be interrupted at any minute, but the boys let me do. As I reach her pussy, I can smell her urine, mixed with the musky smell of her sex, the metallic smell of blood, and the smell of semen. I lick all of this up. Despite her pain, she responds slightly to my lips and tongue on her clitoris. Damm! I am hot. My moisture feels cool in the air of the dungeon. I look up. I need to be fucked. Even if I do not come, I need someone to fuck me.

 

“Someone, please fuck me” I ask.

 

Simon answers my plea: “Crystal, get one of those dildos on and fuck her”

 

Crystal looks at me, shocked. I don’t care. If someone does not fuck me soon, I feel like my cunt will explode. Even if I can’t come; it does not matter to me.

 

“Do it goddamm it!” I scream.

 

With Vickie’s help, Crystal soon has the dildo on. I lie back on the dungeon floor and spread my legs wide. I gasp in pain as it enters me, ripping me apart, but I respond to her thrusts with thrusts of my own. I fold my legs over her shoulders, to let her enter me deeper. The spikes of the dildo rip my insides. My blood joins my love juice to lubricate the intruder. “Harder, harder” I ask. “Deeper, fuck me deeper” I demand, until spent, Crystal stops, and pulls out of me. I can feel my gaping hole bleeding, as, on all fours, I turn on Crystal and with my mouth and tongue clean my blood and juice from the spiked wooden phallus.

 

It is time to finally do Yukiko’s feet. I sit by her face, lost in her eyes, blood dripping out of my pussy. With Simon’s guidance, Yukiko rests her foot on the block. Her breath coming in short gasps, she closes her eyes tightly. Simon holds her foot down by the ankle, and Robert holds the spike over the chosen spot.

 

Bang! The hammer hits the nail, and drives it about a half inch into her instep. Screaming, unable to control herself Yukiko kicks out with her leg, her ankle escaping Simon’s hands. As she screams, Simon grasps her leg again, but has to wait for her to calm down to replace the foot on the block. Whimpering Yukiko awaits the next blow of the hammer. Again she can not control her leg, but this time, Simon manages to hold on to it. The nail is now almost an inch in. She again places the foot over the block. Robert takes a massive swing this time, and Yukiko screames even louder, but at last, the spike goes through her foot, and about a half inch protrudes from her sole.

 

Yukiko calms down, only a few minutes this time; they tie the right foot in position. The first blow of the hammer drives the nail about half an inch into the instep of the left but, unable to control herself, Yukiko pulls it out. To our amazement, she lets Simon maneuver the foot and the nail into the hole, despite the horrible pain she be suffering. The second blow of the hammer drives the nail deep enough into the left foot that it remains attached. Now, ignoring her screams, Robert hammers the nail until the leather washer is flush with her instep. It is done. Yukiko is now nailed.

 

Again we wait for Yukiko to calm down. It takes a while. When she finally gets herself under control, Robert and Simon raise the cross. Yukiko screams again, and again, as her hands and feet take their share of the weight of her body. After a while, she stops screaming. I do not know if she is able to control her pain, or she just needs to catch her breath. For a while she just hangs there, a living decoration, an expressionist sculpture. Simon and Robert then affix the cornu to the cross, pushing her ass obscenely forward. Eventually, they explain, as she pulls herself up to breathe, she will have no choice but to impale herself on the fat cone at the tip. She will be able to choose which hole to use though.

 

It is now time for the branding. Vicky brings the brazier with the irons. The irons are still white hot. She sets the coals in front of the cross. Yukiko looks at them, but doesn’t react. There is a limit to how much pain a human being can endure, and when the limit is reached, the pain shuts off. At least I hope that is the case, for Yukiko’s sake.

 

Robert goes first. In one fluid motion he takes the red hot iron and thrusts it into the left side of Yukiko’s naked mons. Her shrill scream lets me know that no, there is no limit to the suffering that must be endured, or if there is, Yukiko hasn’t reached it yet. The smell of burnt girl flesh wafts through the room. Simon takes his iron and marks her on the right side. A second scream tears the air. Then it is over. As the boys said earlier, Yukiko does not need to do anything more; just hang there.

 

We will leave her now, to her suffering. For a little while at least she must suffer alone. We all go to change for dinner. We are all stained with sweat and blood. Some of us more than others. I think my pussy has stopped bleeding.

 

The girls and I shower rapidly, and dress with red mini dresses very high stiletto red pumps and red silk ribbons on our hair. We are wearing no underwear, in case the boys want to use us. I’m pretty certain they will. We have to hurry. We need to get all of dinner down to the basement table before the boys get down. In our hurry to get everything ready, I’m sorry to say, we ignore Yukiko hanging on her cross. We do hear her whimpers but we have no time for her now.

 

Everything is ready on time. The turkey, the trimmings, everything is ready. We wait for the boys to come down, which they eventually do, and we sit down at the table. It could be any Thanksgiving dinner, except for the unusual decoration writhing and whimpering at the end of the room. The boys eat with a hearty appetite, which we cannot match, I’m afraid. We just nibble at the food. We would love to drink deeply of the wine, to numb our minds, but we are only allowed half a glass apiece.

 

Crystal, at the end of the table, cannot tear her eyes from her lover, writhing, beginning to struggle for breath, I cannot either but, despite myself, I am getting aroused once more. The sight of Yukiko hanging, her breasts, flattened by her position, her armpits sticking out, and her pelvis thrust forward by the cornu conspire to get me going again. It doesn’t help that I wasn’t able to come when Crystal ravaged my pussy with the dildo. Reluctantly I tear my eyes from the sight of my crucified friend. The boys are talking about football.

 

I look at Vicky across from me. I wish I could tell her what I feel, but here, in front of the boys, I am afraid to. She looks back at me. She understands. She gets up, and starts clearing the table, she motions for me to help her. Crystal is also about to get up but Simon tells her to stay.

 

“You don’t want to miss anything; Do you?” He tells her.

 

I help Vicky get the table cleared, and in the kitchen I can finally talk to her.

 

“I can’t help it” I say “The sight of Yukiko crucified is turning me on again. It is terrible. I cannot help it”

 

She looks at me with a wise expression “That can happen. What is it that turns you on? Would you like to be wielding the hammer or the whip? Or would you like to be hanging there, instead of her?”

 

I think for a second or two “I couldn’t take it, the nails. I think… I guess I would do it if Simon asked me. I think…. I just don’t know”

 

“What about you?” I ask “What are you feeling? Would you do it if Robert asked you?”

 

She gives me a strange look, sighs, and returns to the basement, carrying the carrot cake. I grab the scotch and the bucket of ice and follow her.

 

In the basement everything is as we left it. Yukiko still writhes on the cross, the boys continue to talk about football, and Crystal still is crying softly. We serve dessert, and after the boys eat it and we play with it, we move to the sofa. The boys sit on their easy chairs, where they can see us three, sitting on the sofa, and Yukiko hanging on her cross. She is barely moving now. Any movement must cause her unbearable pain, so she just pulls herself up to breathe, and then hangs down. She has not availed herself of the cornu yet. As we sit on the sofa I realize the boys have a great view of our pussies. We pretend to carry on a conversation, but it is only the boys who can keep up their side of it. Just imagine, three women at a loss for words!

 

I am afraid. I fear that Simon will ask me about my feelings. I realize now that I have exposed much more of them than I would have wanted, when I asked to be fucked, even by the spiked dildo. Simon looks at me with a sly smile on his face, almost a smirk. I am in panic. If he asks me about it, I will have no choice but to tell him everything. I know how he likes to interrogate me. Nude, kneeling in front of him, my legs wide open, my hands palms up on my thighs, looking at him straight in the eye. I cannot lie in this position. No woman can. I know it, he knows it. I fear he will question me, so I try to talk about something, anything; he knows what I am trying to do. It pleases him to let me chatter about anything. Crystal looks at me astonished, Vicky with understanding.

 

The boys yawn. “Time for bed” says Simon getting up.

 

Vicky gives Yukiko a large glass of juice, and then she presses her mouth to her pussy and drinks her urine. “We don’t want her to make a mess on the floor again” says Robert. After she is done, she goes up to the kitchen. She will sleep there tonight, so she can water Yukiko again in the morning, and drink her water again.

 

Yukiko whimpers at the prospect of being left alone during the night. I understand her well. It is one thing to suffer pain for your master; the sight of him enjoying it, makes it worthwhile. It is something totally different to suffer alone, away from his presence. The only redeeming factor being that he knows that you are suffering, but you are away from his presence. It is not for us to decide. As we leave, Simon turns the light off. Yukiko will struggle, alone, and in the dark.

 

 

 

 


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