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Subject: Under Control, part sixteen
Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2006 12:16:53 +0000
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Story:- Under Control. Copyright: Victor Bruno.
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Under Control
by Victor Bruno
part sixteen
Oh God, thought Paul, this thin wire will cut my balls off. Not
only my balls... but my prick as well! They were trying to make
him a eunuch.
Panic gripped him, but there was absolutely nothing he could do.
The sweat burst out all over his body and he could only pray for
some kind of deliverance which, in his heart, he knew would not
come.
Ahead of him the naked buttocks of the two slave-girls who were
pulling him along swayed and juddered. They, too, were suffering,
he realised. But surely not as much as he!
He passed the Birching Hurdle where so recently he had been
thrashed. He passed the Whipping Block with the slave-girl
still secured over it, her bottom ablaze with deep red welts
where the heavy strap had fallen. He saw, even in his own
anguish, the flesh still twitching and quivering in its torment.
This is a terrible place, he thought. Here there is no mercy.
None!
He passed the cruelly amused faces of Miss Mandy.... of
Delia... of Ilse. Delia was actually still laughing, one hand
held over her mouth, her big breasts heaving under their flimsy
covering. What a joke... Christ what a joke!
Tears of self-pity came to his eyes. And his Mistress did not
even know what was happening to him. She did not care, of
course. She had put Miss Mandy in charge of him. That sufficed.
After all his loyalty and devotion!
His brain seemed to reel. Oh how can I endure? For so long?
Yet, in fact, Paul was at the beginning of the painful process
of finding out that he was far tougher than even he thought
himself.
* * *
Miss Mandy remained in the Punishment Room to watch Paul
complete half a dozen or so painful circuits. Obviously she
found it unusually entertaining and enjoyable to have a male
slave to deal with rather than one of the large troupe of slave
girls. So did her two assistants, Delia and Ilse.
With gritted teeth, Paul strove to endure the relentless
cutting of the wire noose about his genitalia in silence. All
the same, low whimpers were forced from him repeatedly.
He had, he knew, somehow to try and come to terms with the
perpetual pain the pulling slave-girls produced. For, if it was
bad now, what would it be like in half an hour's time? An hour's
time?
Gradually he began to realise that his fear that the noose
would sever his manhood completely was exaggerated. The wire was
not that thin. The human form... bones, gristle, muscle and
flesh... was always stronger than the individual imagined.
Nevertheless that did not compensate for the perpetual pain. Oh
God, the bitter injustice of it! His sufferings were because of
what was simply the natural male reaction to close contact with
young female flesh; following an afternoon of repeated visual
titillation. Could he really be blamed?
Of course not, he realised. He was simply a 'guinea pig' for
the amusement of these sadistic women who served Mrs. Dupont's
monstrous regime.
Before him constantly was the bouncing, quivering bottom flesh of
the two slave girls undergoing the cruel discipline of Saddle
Strap. An image that might have roused him but for the cruel
cutting pain he was enduring.
The girls too were being cut where they were most sensitive by
the thong drawn viciously tight between their legs and up
between their nates... a torment made all the worse by the
high-stepping gait they had to perform. Even in his own plight,
for which they were involuntarily responsible, Paul felt
sympathy for them.
In due time Miss Mandy left the Punishment Room, accompanied by
Ilse, thus leaving Delia as overseer. The curvaceous blonde
leaned against one of the whipping blocks, smoking a cigarette,
watching the little cavalcade of torment.
Occasionally she cracked the horse whip menacingly... warning
the two girls to keep their limbs moving high... and reminding
them they would feel the lash if they fell.
The only other occupant of the Punishment Room was the girl Paul
had seen being strapped by Ilse when he had arrived. She
remained secured down to a whipping block and Paul was
confronted by her naked bottom, covered with red-purple welts,
every time he completed another circuit. On one occasion Delia
strolled over and spoke to the girl at some length.
Being mostly out of earshot, Paul heard little of what she said,
but that she was not using words of comfort was pretty obvious!
For, as he passed, he heard Delia saying: "You thoroughly
deserve what you've got coming to you tomorrow, my girl!"...
referring to the second strapping the girl was due to receive.
* * * * * * *
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