BEYOND TIED FOR PUNISHMENT

BY YOCOPYCAT

[ part 7 ]

Tuesdays 4

My dreams became haunted by visions of the child Robin as I had seen her so brutally beaten and raped by her father, in the special fucking cradle he had designed. Just to demonstrate it! How could he do that to a child of nine? And I had been invited to make an appointment to rape her myself!

Inevitably I gave in to temptation and rang their house. Betty, the mother, answered. She recognized my voice at once. "Hullo Matthew," she said, "do you want to make an appointment to see Robin?"

"Er -"

"Yes I thought so. No need to be shy about it. Is it urgent?"

"Er -"

She chuckled. "I thought so. Can you come round tonight about nine?"

As easy as that! Just routine to her. I tried hard to persuade myself not to go. But I went. She checked me out with the chain on the door, then let me in and shot the bolts securely behind us.

"You are the last tonight," she said. "So you can take as long as you like with her."

"The last?" I gasped.

"Oh yes, Robin is very popular. I think part of her appeal is that she hates it so much." She led me into the living room, where the twins had evidently been expecting me, for they were both standing to attention against the far wall. And what an erotic sight they were, those gorgeous redheaded little girls, on display like that.

Robin had on her bondage jacket that was part of the fucking cradle. It held her arms folded tightly up behind her back, nice and high, and kept her slim body extremely erect. It finished at her waist, and left her naked below. Her face was attractively made up and she wore a dog collar.

"We got the collar idea from your Jessica," said Betty, seeing me glance at it. "I hope you don't mind?"

"Not at all," I said. "I think it is a nice touch." Indeed it was, a touch of spice to a really erotic picture, specially as a short leather strap dangled from it. One could lead her by that or take it off and use it as a strap to beat her with. A nice touch indeed. I must get one for Jessica.

Wren, the other twin, was, as before, just plain naked. Greg had explained to me that they never beat her and she was a virgin. The sight of her sister being constantly beaten and abused, however, together with her nakedness, had had a big effect on her, and she had become, as Betty described it, undoubtedly the most docile child in all the world.

"We let Robin keep her harness on in the evening," said Betty. "So much easier than taking it on and off all the time, don't you think… come here and give Matthew a kiss., both of you."

The contrast between the two girls became obvious at once. Wren ran over, dropped at my feet, and was at my zip in a flash until I sent her away. It was Robin I wanted, Robin who haunted my dreams and Robin came slowly, reluctantly, and stopped just out of touching range until her mother pushed her into my arms, and even then she kept her mouth stubbornly shut.

"Kiss properly," said Betty, "or I shall tell your father." The result was immediate and I had a reluctant but knowledgeable little courtesan in my arms. It was delicious, knowing how much effort she had to make to overcome her repugnance of kissing or being touched.

"Now," said Betty, as I caressed Robin, "what do you want to do, Matthew? Birching her in is a hundred dollars, fucking is two hundred, or both together for two fifty. Use of the cradle fifty extra but I won't charge for fitting the harness as she is wearing it already. Or if you have any special desires we can discuss them. There is nothing she cannot be made to do. Some of our clients have pretty weird ideas, so feel free to ask."

"Will her father be beating her tonight?" I asked.

"Very likely, if he has had a drink or two. I can give him a ring on his mobile, if you like. I will ask him to do be really rough and let you watch for a hundred and fifty, if you are too shy to do it yourself."

"Wasn't he really rough last time?"

"Oh no, that was pretty mild, he wasn't sure how you would react."

Robin, who had not seemed to mind me much, began trembling and started to cry at this mention of her father. I realized then that seeing her abused was more important to me than abusing her. That could wait for another time. My memories needed refreshing. "Yes," I said, "send for her father please."

Betty spoke briefly on the phone. "He will be here soon," she said. "He sounded really tanked up, which always makes him rougher anyway."

Robin threw herself to the floor and started screaming and kicking her legs about. It took both of us to gag her. Just watching her terror and the bubbles that squeezed out around her gag was a big turn-on. When her mother picked up a birch and started to thrash her as she squirmed about of the carpet, trying to escape the lashes of the birch there at my feet,. I was so worked up that I pulled her mother aside and dropped on the child. The feeling of her struggling madly beneath me with her arms secured in the harness beneath her was irresistible. Before I knew what I was doing I was already fucking her, and once I started I couldn't stop. In and out I plunged, inspired by the waves of terror and disgust that came from her. And this is nothing to what her father will be doing to her soon, I was thinking.

"Oh dear, she shouldn't have provoked you like that, her father will be angry about it," Betty said. "And she was quite rude to another client earlier. She is for it whether you stay or not - do you still want to?"

My breathing was slowing down. I was really pleased with myself. I was a man after all, not just a timid voyeur. "Oh yes," I said, "and you can charge me for the fuck as well. It was well worth it. She is a real choice little fuck, she struggles so hard."

"Yes, so everyone says, and then they beat her for it… ah, there is her father, I'll just go an let him in, while you hold her."

Holding her was not easy, the way she threw herself around, but I managed to do so, more or less, until Greg entered the room. Then she went berserk and managed to get into a corner, where she made herself as small as she could, down on the floor, facing the wall.

"Oh dear oh dear!" he said. "Is the little whore causing problems again?"

He went to the corner and dragged her out by the hair, stood her on a stool and knocked her off it. As soon as she had scrambled back up, hampered as she was without the use of her arms, he knocked her off again, while Wren looked on, petrified.

"Why is she gagged?"

"She wouldn't be quiet."

He yanked it out and stood her between his knees. "She will when I want to talk to her! Well, Miss? What have done now?"

No answer. He knocked her down and dragged her up again.

"I was rude to an Uncle -"

"Then you are for it, Miss!" Another series of slaps.

"And she made poor Matthew fuck her!" said Betty indignantly.

"Why, the little whore! This calls for the cellar."

Robin stated shrieking, but Betty unlocked a door I had not noticed before, and Greg shoved her through. I heard her falling down some steps into the darkness. "I'll be down to see to you in a few minutes, you little whore!" he shouted, and shut the door on her screams. "She doesn't like the cellar," he said apologetically. "Now, Matthew, let's open a can or two and have a chat. You" - he pointed to Wren - "fetch them and hurry up about it."

When we were fixed up with our beers, he slapped me on the knee. "Well, Matthew old sport, what's the deal?"

"Well, Betty said you would be fucking Robin tonight?"

"That's for sure," he chuckled.

"And I am going to watch that. And then -"

"Yes? Out with it sport."

"I'd like to take Robin to my place sometimes."

"Well," he said, "that would really cost to make it worth our while. She has a very busy schedule, you know." He glanced round the room. Absolute luxury everywhere belied the shabby exterior of the house. "We do pretty good with short sessions."

"I, on the other hand," I said, "happen to be obscenely rich. My father's fault, not mine, I assure you. And I fancy Robin as a friend for Jessica. I want her on Tuesdays. I want to have her with her arms like she is now. I suppose that harness will fit the cradle I have?"

"Oh yes." He seemed to be deep in thought. "Maybe we could use Wren on Tuesdays. Wren, come here." He took the trembling child over his lap and fingered her bottom. "Her arse is just as nice as Robin's, don't you think?"

"Certainly."

He turned her over, and fingered her plump little slit. "And ripe for fucking - double price for a virgin, but I think I would want to be first - I wonder how it would work, using her instead of her sister on Tuesdays?"

"It might be very effective, actually," I said.

"Yes," he agreed, "interesting. Ok then you can have Robin on Tuesdays if we can agree a price."

"There is only one problem," I said, as Wren scuttled away in terror. "Jessica will want to release Robin. I have never seen Robin with arms and I would rather keep it that way. Suits my imagination, you know, to suppose she has been amputated. Can you fit a lock to the harness? Then I can say that you do not allow me to have the key."

"Sure, no problem. Hey, amputation! What a wild idea!"

Our business discussions concluded, and quite a few beers later, Greg and I looked down into the cellar. Wooden steps led down into darkness, and a child sobbing. Greg turned a switch and bright light flooded the room below. I saw that it was just a room with padded walls and what looked like a padded floor also. As the lights came on, Robin scuttled into a corner. Her arms were bound up behind her back as firmly as ever - it was quite easy to imagine she had none.

"Shall we use belts or birches?" asked Greg. "Belts I think. I prefer the whip, myself, but unfortunately we can't use them in term time, too many marks. Wren, sit at the top of the steps and see that your little sister doesn't come up." He turned to me. "Wren is older by a few minutes," he explained to me, "which is why I chose Robin as the one to be punished."

So we went down the steps carrying belts. They were actually broad leather straps which were specially made. We started beating her as she ran frantically round and round the walls and scampered across the floor. Even if her arms had been free, she could not have escaped as much punishment as we wished to give her. At one time she ran into me, and I held her to me as Greg thrashed away at her buttocks for several minutes. The feel of her struggling little body in my arms was absolutely delicious.

She was screaming a lot, but apparently it didn't matter down here.

At one time she tried to scramble up the steps, only to fall back into her Father's grip. I saw the glazed look in Wren's eyes as he watched her sister's despair. I could understand why she was obedient, poor kid, imagining all the things her sister had to endure, probably making them even worse in her imagination than they actually were.

"Frog!" shouted Greg, and Robin tried to hop like a frog. "Kangaroo!" Her efforts at leaping like a Kangaroo were very amusing, and exposed her red bottom nicely.

But Greg was not done yet. "Hold her." He produced a large rubber band from his pocket, at the sight of which she wriggled out of my clutch and ran into a corner. "Grab her legs while I put this on." I did so, and soon her ankles were locked together. Now she wriggled around the floor like a snake, bottom up, the perfect target.

After a while we both stood back, panting, watching her squirm around on the floor, armless and ankles tied.

"I don't know about you," said Greg, "but I'm ready to fuck her right now. Why bother with the cradle? We can always do her again later, if we are strong enough."

"Won't it hurt her more like this?"

"Oh yes!" he said. "She is much tighter like this. Very enjoyable, I find."

"Right!" I said. She certainly was a very appealing little morsel just as she was. "Who goes first?"