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BR&T date: about 1975

"So we stayed there waiting for the man to come back, because we couldn't leave," Cathy sniffed. "We were all three of us tied up in really mean ways. But I was also afraid he would come back. I wasn't sure which would be worse, him coming back and hurting us himself, or him never coming back and just leaving us like that, hurting from the ways he tied us."

Cathy sobbed, caught her breath, and continued. "But we didn't have any choice but wait, and he finally did come back, I don't know how long it was. By the time the bad man came back to the room we girls were in, Melissa was only crying a little, but she was still squirming, trying to push with her toes on the tops of the little footstools, to raise herself up a little so the clamps on her thumbs wouldn't hurt her so much. Susanne and I were both still crying too. Seeing Melissa standing completely naked with her arms and legs spread wide apart, and crying, made us cry too. Of course we were also hurting from the cords and ropes and the stuff he'd put in our mouths."

"Go on, Cathy."

"He had shorts on when he came back. He just walked in the room, pushing open the door with no handle on the inside, and flipping it back behind him while looking around at the three of us girls." Cathy paused, afraid of remembering, much less telling, what had happened to her and her sisters the night before. "Especially at Melissa, at first, also he looked at Susanne naked on the floor and at me, tied with my arms high and my legs apart. I was the only one still wearing a nightgown, though he had pulled my panties down and made me step out of them like I told you, before tying my ankles to the rod last time.

"The man asked Melissa if she had ever been spanked before, and she wailed 'No, Mommy never spanks me!' He laughed at her and said 'Virgin cheeks!' but we didn't know what he was talking about. He got down a whip from the wall, and stood behind her, and spanked her hard on her bare bottom. Each time it hit, it made her jump and scream. She couldn't do anything to stop him, or to avoid the whip, since she had to keep her feet on the top steps to keep from hanging by the pipe clamps on her thumbs. She was bawling madly when he finally stopped and put the whip back up on the wall.

"Then he asked Melissa if she had ever been faked before, if she had ever been reaped, or raked before him, or something that didn't make any sense to me, or to her." Cathy lifted her head. "Little girls can't be reaped or raked, can they?" she asked, but went on when she got no answer. "She didn't know what he meant any more than I did, and she just looked at him and kept crying. Then he said she was totally faked now, no matter how long she lived, this would always be the worst fake of her life."

"I don't think 'fake' was the word."

"Probably not, it doesn't make any sense," Cathy agreed.

"Don't stop. I want to know everything he did, before we get where we're going, so I'll know best what to do about it."

"Well, the first thing he did was pull some line off of a spool of thin white cord he had brought back with him, then he knelt down by Susanne. She tried to pull away from him, but of course she couldn't, with her legs held up by ropes and her arms tied behind her back. He lifted her by her shoulders and bent her forward so he could get at her wrists. I thought and hoped for a second he was just going to untie her, and then untie me and Melissa too, and let us go, but he... aaahhhwwww ahhhhwww..." Cathy cried awhile, finally finishing, "... he wrapped the cord around her wrists lots of times, pulling it awfully tight. I could see she was trying to scream even with the belt in her mouth.

"When he had it tied super tight to her wrists, he ran the cord from there, underneath her bottom, and up between her legs. He knelt down between her legs and tied the c- aeawwhhh aehhwww," Cathy sobbed, unable to speak. "He t- tied it around her little bump. She whined and squirmed when he did that, twisting and bawling, but he just laughed and made sure the knot was tight and wouldn't come off. He had to pull her little bump out with his fingers to get the cord on it. I can't even guess how much that hurt her, but she sure showed it. She was howling through her nose, and tears ran down all over her face."

"She must have hated that. Try not to cry, Cathy, just tell me what happened. We'll be there soon."

"He pulled more cord off the spool and ran it all the way from her little bump up to another hook above her. Susanne shook her head in terror when he went over to the wall and reached for one of the knobs. I knew what he was going to do before he did it. The hook went up a little, and the cord with it, and it went tight, and pulled on Susanne.... on... it pulled on her there. Uuuhhhn uhhhnn uhhhhhh. I know she would have struggled madly except the very first wiggle told her to hold still and try to push herself up with her arms as much as she could. But she couldn't possibly keep herself lifted just by pushing back with her arms behind her back, especially since if she did push far enough to ease the pull from the cord above her, the cord going to her wrists would pull on her there just as bad. It was one or the other. Now she was a lot worse off than even Melissa." Cathy wiped her face, but it didn't help; more tears streamed out over her cheek, only dry for an instant.

"Then he asked me if I wanted to be tied up like Susanne, or like Melissa, or some other way. I was supposed to tip my head toward one or the other to pick being tied up like her. I didn't want to be hanging by my thumbs, completely naked, with my legs spread wide apart, on tip-toe on two little footstools, like Melissa. But I sure didn't want to have a cord tied tight around my little bump and up to a hook above me, and no way to take the weight off it. I couldn't pick one of those ways, even if I had a choice at all, so I didn't move, and he figured I wanted a new way. Aaaaahhhwww, aaaahhhwww, aawm, awwwwm." Cathy leaned her head down into her lap and bawled, despite the voice urging her to continue. A hand rubbed her back, then her shoulder, then her neck. Cathy straightened up, determined to get her story out.

"The man went out then, but he was back real quick, bringing a sawhorse, one of those wooden things to hold stuff when the farm hands work on it, like sawing or drilling boards. But this one wasn't for sawing boards. He brought it in and put it behind me, with the closer two legs over the rod between my ankles, and one end of the top board poking into my bottom. He knelt down and tied the rod on my ankles to the two legs of the sawhorse, pushing it under me so I was sitting on it a little, but most of my weight was still on my arms above me. He went to the wall, turned a knob, and the ropes on my wrists dropped loose. He pulled the knot off the hook, and I dropped all the way down to sit on the sawhorse I was half tied to. My wrists were still tied together, and he just grabbed and pulled so I was forced to lay back on the top board of the sawhorse, with my legs pulled down under it. I tried to scream as he pulled my arms down under the other end of the top board. It hurt me awfully to be bent like that. I cried even more than I am now," Cathy admitted.

"But he had an even meaner idea. 'Do you want me to tie you here, and strip your nightie off you and rake you that way?' he asked me. He didn't make much sense at the end, but I knew I didn't want him to tie me like that, whatever he wanted to do next. It hurt my arms and legs to be bent that much. I shook my head no. 'I won't, I'll even untie you completely, Cathy,' he teased me, 'But the funny thing is, after you're completely untied, you're going to take off your nightie yourself, you're going to tie yourself up again, knowing I'm going to whip your little bare...' He said a naughty word, that a good girl doesn't say, but he said he would spank me with the whip, and then even when he untied me completely again, I would stand still and let him rake me.' That's what he said, whatever it means."

"He didn't say 'rake' but never mind, Cathy."

"Reap? I know what raking and reaping are, from being on a farm, but I never heard of a little girl like me being raked, or reaped. But that's not what he did anyway. The awful thing is he was right. I'm not a good giiiirl any morrrrrrre," Cathy wailed in shame. "I took off my nightgown in front of him, then I tied myself up again just like he said I would, then he whipped me on my bare bottom like he told me he was going to do even before I took off my nightgown and tied myself up for him. And then when he untied me, I left Susanne and Melissa. UUUhhhnn uuuhhhhn uhhhhn," she sobbed.

"What was that again? I don't understand, Cathy. What happened?"

"When he started pushing my nightgown up off me in front, I struggled and tried to scream, but I couldn't, of course. So he said I must not want to be tied up that way and raked, so he would give me another choice. He took that nasty stick out of my mouth, then he untied the ropes on my wrists, and on my ankles. I was completely free, and I got off the sawhorse and ran away from him, to the farthest wall I could. He laughed at me and told me to stay there. He went to the knobs on the wall, and put his hand on one. 'This one will lift up Susanne,' he told me, 'unless you pull up your nightie.' I screamed for him not to do it. I couldn't stand there and let him hurt Susanne. I pulled up my nightgown. He made me pull it higher, so he could see my little lips. Then I had to pull it higher, so he could see my belly button. Then he made me pull it even higher, so he could see my titties. If I didn't, he would turn the knob and hurt Susanne more than I could even imagine."

"That was nice of you, Cathy, to save your sister that way."

"Mommy and Aunt May always told me to be nice, so I try to be. But then he put his hand on another knob, and told me it would raise Melissa up. She was already hurting bad, standing on tip-toe on the stools, but if he lifted her up, she would be hanging by the clamps on her thumbs, with nothing to stand on to help. He told me to take off my nightgown, or he would raise Melissa. She heard the man, and she didn't have a belt in her mouth, and she screamed and screamed for me to stop him. So I had to do it. He made me pull it up to my neck, then pull it up past my face, then with my arms raised high, take it all the way off. After that I was even more naked than Melissa and Susanne. I didn't have anything on at all, not even the clamps or belts and ropes. I was bare naked, right there with him looking at me. All I could do was cover myself a little with my arms and hands."

"But you did it for Melissa. That was nice, too."

"But it only stopped him for a little bit. Then he told me to turn and face the wall and stand there with my arms out wide and my hands flat on the wall as far as I could reach. He said if I moved, he would turn the knobs and raise both of them up. So I put my hands out on the wall, turning my head to the side with my cheek on the wall, so I could spread my arms wider. I stood there like that, crying, for a couple of minutes, while he did something with other hooks and ropes. Then he told me to turn around. He pointed to a place in the middle of the room he wanted me to stand, and he went back and put his hands on the knobs on the wall to make sure I did."

"Uuunn, uuuhhnn, uhhhnnn..." Cathy cried again, sniffling, but bravely continued her story. "'Now you're going to tie yourself up,' the bad man told me, grinning about it, 'and then I'm going to whip your...' He used the bad word again. He meant my bottom. I knew he was going to spank me, but I still had to do it, for Susanne and Melissa. He made me raise my left arm up and put my hand through a loop of cord that was hanging there. It was the same cord that he used to tie Susanne's... S- Susanne's... uhhh uhhhnn... to tie Susanne. I had to pull it tight on my wrist so it wouldn't come off until he took it off. Then I had to put my right hand through another loop of cord far away, hanging from another hook, and twist my hand in it to make it tighten up. I had to stretch over to reach it. All the time, I was standing in the middle of the room, completely bare, with the man grinning and watching me tie myself up. And I couldn't cover myself at all any more."

"He sure was a bad man, like you said, Cathy. He was mean and nasty."

"Mean!! He was awwwwful!! AAaawwwwwww, aaaawwwwwm, awwwww!" Cathy wailed. "As soon as I had my wrists tied in the cords, he turned a couple of the knobs and swoop, I was pulled way up off the floor by my wrists. I was higher than Melissa, only I didn't have anything under me. I just hung there kicking and crying. Aaahhhwww! My wrists hurt awful from the cords pulling my arms apart."

"Yes, I saw the marks on your wrists, from the cords. That was stupid of him. I mean, that was mean of him."

Cathy continued, "Aannd- and- and then... he... he got down the whip from the wall... and he... he.... aaaaaawwwwwwwwhhhh!"

"He whipped you on your bare ass?"

"Uuunnnhh huhh," Cathy nodded, startled by the man's use of the naughty word, but unsure what to say about it. She wiped her eyes for the hundredth time. "He spaaahnked me a laaahhht of tiiimes," she sniffed, "annnnn they aaaallll huurrrrrt!! Eeaaaahhhh! uuuaaahhh! uuuaaanhh!!" Cathy bawled.

"I can imagine," the man said.

Cathy glanced over at him.

He quickly scowled. "Go on," he urged, now sounding sympathetic.

Cathy took a breath, cried awhile, and finally resumed. "And then he lowered me down, untied me from the ropes so I was loose again, and said I was going to stand still for him, without even being tied up, while he raked me. I still didn't know what he meant. He went to the wall, and turned the knob that pulled Melissa up off the stools. She screamed and whined. 'Melissa needs you to hold her up, wouldn't you say?' the nasty man asked me. I saw what he meant, and I ran over and got under her and put her sitting on my shoulders. I had to climb up with my feet on the fourth steps of the stepstools to be high enough. She still couldn't pull her arms down, but it did make her high enough that her thumbs were loose, and finally stopped hurting so much. She thanked me over and over and over."

"You really are a very very nice little girl, Cathy. I like that."

"Thank you, mister. I think you're nice too, for rescuing me and taking me to your home. Are we there yet?"

"Just a few blocks more, Cathy. And it's a friend's home, not mine. But finish telling me what happened."

"Well, I was standing there naked, holding up Melissa on my shoulders, with my legs spread apart so I could reach the steps, when the man came up behind me. He pushed his shorts down to his ankles, I could see by looking down, and he started feeling my little lips and rubbing his pet snake on my sore bottom. When I saw the head of his snake come out between my legs and push up against my little lips, I knew what he was going to do. He was going to do the same thing he had done to Melissa and Susanne, and I was going to be hurt as much as they were, and scream and cry as much as they did. I.. I... I couldn't... uhnn uhnnn."

"Couldn't what?"

"I couldn't just stand there and let him do it, so I uhhnnn I ducked and dropped Melissa."

"So he never did? That thing with his 'snake' I mean?"

"No."

"And nobody else ever has, before then? Right, Cathy?"

"No."

"I'm very glad of that. But you said you left Susanne and Melissa. There's no handle on that door, at least not that a little girl can reach, so how did you get out of the room?"

"The last time he came in, he was carrying the sawhorse and hadn't closed the door completely, so I could get my fingers on the edge and pull it open. He had his shorts around his ankles, so he couldn't run after me right away. I ran down a hallway and around something else in the dark, and found a door and ran outside. Even outside, I could hear Melissa screaming, until he must have shut the door before coming after me. I ran through some trees in the dark, then I heard him coming after me and I knew I had to stop so he wouldn't hear me and wouldn't be able to find me in the dark. He stumbled around for awhile then went back where we came from, I guess to get a light. I ran away while he was gone. I got all scratched up and dirty, like you can see--"

"Yes, I did notice the scratches all over your legs, Cathy, when you were getting in my car. It's good they're just little scratches. They'll be gone after a hot bath, which you'll get right away. We're almost there."

"After that, I was lost in the woods, and just lay down and slept. When morning woke me up, I found the end of the woods, went along the edge of a farm field, and had to get through some rusty barbed wire to get to the road. And that's where you found me. You were the first one to come along. Oh thank you, mister! Can you help Susanne and Melissa, please?? They're still there with the nasty bad man."

"I have some friends who will help. Here we are, at a friend's house, and I'll call my other friends, then we'll get your sisters." The car pulled into a curving drive leading into an overgrown lot. Out of sight of the street, the man stopped and opened a large wooden gate, returned to the car, and drove through the gate. He parked and pointed to the door and told Cathy to go in. While he was closing and locking the wooden gate, he watched the traumatised and still quite naked little girl get out of the car and run to the door, hurrying to get inside.

It was locked, like he knew it would be. He took his time coming up to open it for her.