8.

Win carefully undid the top button on Genia’s blouse. We had moved her from the chaise to the gurney, ready to cuff her wrists to the sturdy stainless rail. We left her free for the moment, to facilitate the removal of her garments.She stirred, not awaking, but murmuring ‘…the wardrobe. Inside the robe, dammit!’ before subsiding. Win unbuttoned the rest and drew off the linen shirt, exposing, to our surprise and delight, a black brocade corset.’Aahh! I knew the waist was too perfect!’ Win cried, stroking the sharp curve of the device. ’Quickly wake her, Win… I grow irritated…’ I gripped her wrist and pressed the pulse point. Connected to the tide of her life, I felt the control we had over her made concrete… reinforced. She stirred slightly, still not awakening. Win drew a slim stainless baton from an ice bath, drying it as he said, ‘Her britches, Dar… I mean to wake her suddenly.’ I nearly tore her pants as I yanked them down to her ankles and off, taking her black panties and knee-highs with them. She now lay clad only in the corset. I drew breath sharply, tasting her form with my eyes and fingertips, stepping back as Win approached with the icy baton. Her legs were open only a bit, her sex exposed nonetheless, and innocent of hair, we saw… a little fetishist on our hands! Win held the wand over the soft curve of Genia’s labia, looking to me. I nodded.Genia’s back arched and she pressed her vulva to the wand, Win applying a long stroke directly on the clitoris. Her eyes flew open and she shuddered… she lost no time in reacting, slapping the steel bar out of Win’s hand and standing quickly. Her chest heaved as she hyperventilated, looking from me to Win and back again… She covered herself, hands trembling, and said, ‘What are you about,you …demons? I did not come here for this! You are filth! Reprehensible animals! Let me out of here now! Right now!’ Her voice rose to a hoarse shout at the end, her eyes squeezed shut and fists bunched. She staggered a bit, the effects of the diamorphinum still strong on her. ‘What have you shot me with… oohh…’ Her hands went to her mouth and she gagged. She turned to the sink and vomited. She gripped the edges of the sink and almost passed out; she did not hear me approach behind her… I easily overpowered her and Win fastened her to a ringbolt in the wall in the space of two seconds… We stopped her mouth to avoid further remonstrance and admired the form, arms above her head, struggling weakly. I stroked her fine chestnut hair, looking into eyes gone black with sudden fear… ‘No need, my child, no need to fear us utterly… you will almost certainly survive your ordeal, and will likely be enriched by it! Think of the attention about to be paid you… the focus… and we haven’t even consummated our bond yet! Think of it! You are the center of it all now… how might you refuse?’The corset dropped to the floor. Win stood and went to the wardrobe. He drew a wooden box from the portmanteau, opening it. ‘I thought we might start with the marking pins, Sir Dar… are we amenable?”Surely we shall mark her well, Sir Win! What sigil shall we choose to represent this stern venture… let us see…’Genia saw the pins and went berserk. Thrashing, spinning, she emitted muffled shrieks as she yanked her bonds, kicking out and turning an angry red. We unhooked her and by main force bent her over an ottoman, fastened and immobile on all fours. ‘Now, now, Genia! We shall have none of that!’ Win barked. I selected a bamboo cane from the portmanteau. I said, ‘Fifty strokes to start! You must look to obedience now, my child, no more defiance from you! An obedient maid is rewarded with some diminishment of the pain we must inflict… the disobedient one is flogged mercilessly! Mark me well!’ I flexed my arm and prepared to begin. Win could wait no longer and introduced a delicious refinement, positioning himself in front of her, arms akimbo. She looked up at him in the most endearing fashion imaginable, trembling. He loosed her gag. He languidly unhooked his breeches and patted her head. ‘If I feel the touch of your tooth on my cock even once, my dear, I shall have you for five hundred strokes after Sir Dar is through with you.’ His eyes narrowed cruelly as she protested, and he slapped her sharply. ‘Not a single word, young lady, only silence can mitigate your punishment now!’Her eyes closed and a tear rolled down her cheek.I began my instruction.