Questions & Answers - Part 1
Story Codes - pedo, nc, bdsm
When she finally came
round,
Carolyn Harper had no idea where she was or how she’d got there. Her
head pounded though and there was an unpleasant chemical taste in her
mouth, and she thought she might be lying face down. Carolyn wondered
if she’d passed out and tried to open her eyes and see, but trying
caused her headache to increase and the bright light of the world
seemed to send white hot needles into her eyes.
Nausea rose
in her throat but she swallowed it down, a hand reflexively reaching up
to cover her mouth except the hand wouldn’t move, nor would the other
or her feet. Carolyn felt a brief squirt of terror as she wondered if
she’d fell and maybe been paralyzed but the idea was absurd. She could
feel her fingers and toes moving so, unless it was her imagination
playing tricks, she was still able-bodied.
She tried opening her eyes again and this time managed to squint
through a tiny slit, groaning at the pain in her head and eyes.
She
was in a room with bare brick walls and a wooden floor. The room seemed
empty. Carolyn gingerly, almost nervously, turned her neck and that’s
when she saw herself in the long, high mirror mounted in the wall to
her right. Above it, angled down on her, the impassive eye of a camera
regarded her, a small red light blinking below the lens.
The pain was forgotten as she took her situation in with a kind of dumb
fascination.
She
was tied to a frame formed of tubular steel that made her think of
scaffolding, laid across the boxy steel shape with the padded cushion
on the top underneath her and thick belts across the small and middle
of her back securing her there. The cushion was short and wide,
supporting her well but leaving her breasts swinging and her ass over
the other end. Her wrists were bound to two poles that pushed up and
apart either side of the padded top, raising them behind her, back and
up, making look like she was in a swan dive. A cross piece at the rear
of the construction acted like a spreader bar, her ankles cuffed to
each end, spreading her wide. She pulled at her restraints and felt no
give whatsoever against their mounting points on the frame.
She was also entirely naked.
At
the back of the room, a door opened and footsteps made their way to
her. She felt fingertips trail a path from the swell of her ass, along
her back and through her hair and she gave an involuntary whimper. Fear
began to crystallize into hard terror inside her head.
‘Hello,
Carolyn,’ said the man as he walked round to stand in front of her. He
looked somewhere in his 30s, tall and quite muscular, with short, black
hair and an open, kind face. His eyes, though, told another story,
regarding her with the same kind of cold indifference as she imagined a
slaughter man might show as he approached a cow.
Carolyn said nothing just stared at him.
The
man made a face. ‘Hostile,’ he remarked. ‘Well, I can’t say I blame
you, all things considered. My name is Matthew, but you’ll be calling
me ‘sir’ for the duration of our time together. When I talk, you will
listen, and when I ask a question you will answer it, alright?’
Carolyn stayed silent but Matthew nodded approval anyway. ‘Silence is
consent,’ he said with a smile.
He
walked out to the wall opposite the mirror on Carolyn’s left and she
strained to follow him with her eyes. It was lined with
cupboard
and drawers, and Matthew was standing with a small, wheeled wooden
table that he was loading with items he was taking out of them.
He
returned, pushing the cart in front of him, the wheels rumbling on the
floorboards. Wide-eyed, Carolyn looked at what he’d brought back with
him. The canes and straps she recognized, along with clamps and
weights, but other things were beyond her experiences. She realized she
was hyperventilating about the same time as she felt panic crowd at the
edge of her mind.
‘Now,’ Matthew continued, ‘what’s your last memory before you woke up
here?’
Panic seized her.
‘Where am I?’ she asked. ‘I don’t remember – What’s happened? My kids,
are they okay?’
Matthew
made a ‘hmmm’ sound, picked a wide leather strap off the top of the
table and doubled it over in his hand. Without fanfare he walked behind
Carolyn. She heard the swish and then gave a stunned gasp of pain as
the leather cracked down across her ass cheeks. The pain was
all-consuming, bright and ferocious, stealing the air from her lungs.
The belt came down a second time and Carolyn managed to make a
strangled cry in response. Her ass instantly felt like something white
hot had been laid over it, searing her flesh. Hot tears ran from her
eyes and she again pulled at her restraints which gave not an inch.
Matthew returned to stand in front of her, laying the belt back down on
the trolley.
‘Maybe I wasn’t clear,’ he offered in an even tone. ‘I ask, you answer.
I’ll ask again; what’re the last things you remember?’
Carolyn looked at him wide-eyed. She suddenly needed to pee and
possibly throw up. She swallowed and told him.
Her
memory snapped back to the night before. She’d gone out for a few
drinks with some friends, a Friday night like any other, leaving
Samantha, a young student who was Carolyn’s regular sitter, to look
after her kids. She had three, Amanda, Joshua and Daniella who were 3,
4 and 11, respectively. Drinks had been drunk, an evening had been
enjoyed and she’d come home to find all was well. Sam was paid and went
home and Carolyn, tipsy but far from drunk, had spent a little time on
the net, smoked a joint or two with a nightcap and then, feeling nicely
stoned, gone to bed.
‘That’s all I can remember,’ Carolyn said, panic still nibbling away in
her head.
With a show of mild exasperation, Matthew stood took up the belt again
and walked out of sight behind Carolyn.
‘No, wait! I answered you!’
This
time the belt left it’s agonies on her thighs, twice on each in turn.
When Matthew returned, again laying the belt aside, Carolyn was crying
openly, gasping for breath as her body shook with the pain and shock.’
‘As I said, my name is Matthew but you will be calling me ‘sir’ for the
duration of our time together. Alright?’
Carolyn licked her lips and took a shuddering breath. ‘Yes sir.’
‘Better,’ Matthew said. ‘The more you co-operate, the sooner this
unpleasantness will be over with. Agreed?’
Carolyn
felt a hundred questions fighting to get out of her and whilst she was
frightened by what was happening to her, not knowing what was going on
with her children required her to bite hard on the panic and rage that
threatened to cascade out of her.
Instead, she nodded. ‘Yes sir.’
‘There,
that wasn’t too hard, was it?’ Matthew chided. ‘Carry on like that and
we’ll get along just fine.’ He gave her a smile. ‘So, tell me about
Amanda and Josh.’
A voice in her head demanded she ask this
stranger, this fucking psychopath, how he knew the names of her
children, but she thought better of it. If he knew their names, she
reasoned, he likely knew an awful lot more anyway.
‘Amanda is 3, Joshua is 5,’ she answered and added a hasty ‘sir’ on the
end.
‘Where’s their father?’
She took a shaky breath, a spear of pain and regret lancing into her
heart. ‘We… split up, sir.’
‘Why?’
A
flare of rage lit inside Carolyn at having to tell this man anything
and she hated him with a passion she hadn’t felt in years for making
her so helpless. ‘We just grew apart, sir,’ she said through clenched
teeth.
‘God, you’re a slow learner,’ Matthew muttered and stood again.
‘Sex,’ Carolyn cried out. ‘we split up because of sex, sir!’
‘More,’ Matthew said, picking up the belt, curling it back and forth in
his hands as he stood looking at her.
‘I don’t like sex, sir, that’s all,’ she said in exasperation. ‘He did.’
‘Anal or vaginal?’
‘Vaginal, sir,’ she admitted in a low, embarrassed voice. “Never had
anal. Never wanted to.’
Matthew look surprised. ‘Did he?’
Carolyn nodded.
‘How did you please him, then?’
Her
lips trembled as she suffered the indignity of his questions and the
memories of her failure to the only man she’d had a relationship with
in her whole life. ‘Mouth. Hands.’
Matthew considered. ‘Then how did you have children without sex?’
‘Artificial insemination, sir,’ she muttered, looking down at the floor.
‘So
eventually he got tired of you and went off to find someone who’d open
her legs as well her mouth?’ Matthew asked, putting the belt down.
‘He’s
a – a good man. It wasn’t his fault. He looks after his kids, sees them
whenever he wants. A good man, I just… I just couldn’t make him happy.’
She paused, looked up at him. ‘Sir,’ she said with effort and Matthew
smiled at her.
‘And he’s the father to Amanda and Josh, yes?’
Carolyn went still and felt a cold shudder run along her back at what
she knew the next question would be. ‘Yes, sir.’
‘So tell me about Daniella.’
Carolyn
blinked, confused by the question. ‘Why? I mean, I’m sorry, I mean I
don’t understand why you want to know all this. Sir, I mean. I’m sorry.’
Matthew held up a hand. ‘Relax. It’s alright. I can understand your
confusion so let me explain. How old are you?’
‘Twenty four,’ she answered.
‘How old is Daniella?’
Carolyn hesitated, seeing where this was leading. ‘She’s 11.’
‘So you gave birth to her when you were 13,’ Matthew stated. ‘So how
old were you when she was conceived?’
Carolyn
felt another, entirely different kind of headache strike up a beat
right behind her eyes. ‘Please,’ she said in a small voice as memories
of pain and humiliation crowded for space in her head along with the
current ones. ‘Don’t. I can’t.’
‘How old, Carolyn?’ Matthew
repeated in the same flat, even tone. He waited a few seconds and then
made to walk behind her again.
‘I was… 12… sir,’ she said, eyes squeezed shut, almost spitting the
words out.
‘Good
girl,’ Matthew whispered and he stroked her hair like she was a pet. A
shudder of revulsion rippled through Carolyn’s body at his touch, but
if Matthew noticed he didn’t care. ‘So, who was the father?’
Carolyn
simply broke down into tears, wailing in between taking great
shuddering gulps of breath as her eyes reddened and her face flushed.
‘Why are you doing this to me?’ she screamed as memory after agonizing
memory paraded inside her mind’s eye.
‘Oh,’ said Matthew mildly, ‘maybe not such a good girl after all.’
The
lever clamps were elongated U shapes with two hard, black rubber pads
facing each other. The legs of the clamps were placed either side of
the flesh behind each of Carolyn’s nipples, and then two thumb levers
were pushed down, bringing the pads together. At their medium setting,
they gripped tight enough that they would be hard to simply pull off,
but at their most severe position, those hard rubber pads would
actually touch with nothing between them. With Carolyn’s tender,
sensitive flesh crushed between them, the pads would actually be pushed
further apart then they would naturally be and so, over time, would
maintain the pressure, moving incrementally closer together as skin and
tissue was compressed.
She screamed as they went on and it
took a few minutes for her to stop once they were in place. The pain
was indescribable, sending her sense into disarray as she tried to find
somewhere to put it all. She’d never felt anything like this and a
small part of her knew that she might likely be physically damaged if
they were left on too long.
‘So, who was the father?’ Matthew asked again.
It
took a few seconds for Carolyn to bring her crying under control and
even then her answer was strained and tremulous, a raw edge of sorrow
in the tone that spoke of more tears barely held back.
‘I don’t know, sir’ she said, shaking her head almost imperceptibly.
Matthew
took a length of cord and two small steel clips of the sort that might
attached a key ring to a belt loop. Squatting down, Matthew ran the
cord round one of the cross poles near the base of the box she was
lashed to and then tied a clip to each end.
‘I like hurting
you, Carolyn,’ he whispered and leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss
on her forehead. ‘You make such lovely sounds.’
He clipped
one end of the rope through the end of one of the U clamps and then
pulled it hard down, giving him enough slack to attach clip at the
other end of the cord to the second clamp. Carolyn’s breasts were
pulled hard down, the nipples pulled beyond taught.
She
screamed again and Matthew waited patiently for her to get some control
back. He didn’t berate her, didn’t huff and puff or even look bored as
her cries of anguish tailed off. Instead, Matthew looked like he was
exactly where he wanted to be and doing exactly what he enjoyed doing.
‘You
see, I know already Carolyn, which is why you should stop lying to me.
You’re just going to suffer. Now, the story was that you’d been to a
party you were told not to go to and either willingly had sex or gotten
too drunk to remember being raped, and that’s how you got pregnant. But
that’s not what you said at the time, is it?’
Carolyn shook her head, wincing as even that small movement set of
nerve endings in her nipples.
‘No,’ she said simply and then corrected herself. ‘No sir.’
‘Who did you blame?’
‘My father,’ she said without emotion, her eyes far away and her mind
even further. And so she told the truth of her lie.
Carolyn
remembered swimming up from a sleep do deep it was like a weight on
her. Confusing noises and movement filtered into her numbed sense.
There was pain, a sense of being split and torn and she opened her eyes
to look into the clenched face of her father. He was naked, lying on
top of Carolyn, her legs pushed up and apart by his body being between
them, hands propping himself up either side of her head and she could
feel him moving in and out of her, driving in and out really, and every
thrust hurt.
‘Dad?’ she said in a voice thick with
confusion. Her bedside light was on and Carolyn saw with a kind of
surreal detachment, the book she’d been reading, the empty cup that had
held her hot chocolate, a hairbrush and the clock radio. The time was
just shy of 2am.
‘Shhh, baby, shhh,’ Irwin Harper had said
and she thought there was an air of panic in his voice. ‘It’s ok, baby.
Go back to sleep,’ he’d said, his voice breathless and ragged, and he’d
kept pounding in and out regardless.
‘Please, stop,’ Carolyn
had managed to say, trying to make sense of it all. ‘Stop, dad. No
more, no more,’ and her voice had started to get louder as she tried to
sit up.
Irwin clamped a hand over her mouth, pushing her
head back down. ‘Shut the fuck up, Carolyn. Just shut your fucking
mouth. Soon be all over, okay?’
She’d stared at him,
suddenly terrified, feeling him deep inside her, her flesh shoved aside
to make space in her body. The pain was amplified by how wrong it felt,
how abnormal. She was a virgin with no notion of how her first time
would feel beyond second hand accounts and bad fiction, but should it
feel like this or did it feel like this because of the fact it was her
father having sex with her? But it wasn’t even sex, was it? He was
fucking her, wasn’t he, actually fucking his daughter? It seemed
ludicrous that it could be happening even as it did.
Carolyn
suddenly felt sick, the scent of cigarettes from his hand filling her
mouth and the same smell mixed with booze heavy on his breath filling
her nostrils as he panted into her face. She choked, began to thrash,
but Irwin simply grabbed her wrists, pinning them either side of her
head.
And then he smiled. ‘Fight all you want,’ he said with
a sudden hard shine in his eyes. ‘We stop when I’m good and fucking
ready, you understand? Huh?’ He shoved his face into hers, tried to
kiss her, his tongue trying to force itself into her mouth. She spat in
disgust, thrashing her head from side to side, and suddenly she had
both her wrists above her head, one of his hands holding them both hard
against the headboard. Her father’s free hand took a fistful of her
hair and held her head still as he tried again.
With his
hand gone from her mouth, Carolyn began to cry and yell, calling for
help and imploring her father to stop. In response, the hand in her
hair smacked her hard across the face. The world spun and white sparks
fired in her vision.
‘Shut your fucking whore mouth before I
give you something to fill the hole with,’ Irwin hissed at her and
Carolyn felt his rhythm increase, the strokes shortening as their speed
increased. His mouth crushed against hers again and this time she was
too dazed by his slap to resist. She tasted his lips, his spit, the
drink and the dirty smell of tobacco as the fat, wet mass of his tongue
shoved greedily into her mouth and she felt it squirm around her teeth
and her own tongue. An image of slugs popped suddenly into her head and
Carolyn felt bile in her throat.
Her father broke the kiss,
raising his head and she saw his wet lips, saw his tongue poke out
between them and lick, savouring the taste. ‘Jesus, you’re sweet, baby,
so fucking sweet,’ he moaned softly, and plunged into her with renewed
enthusiasm. ‘Daddy loves you, baby, daddy loves you. Soon be over. It’s
okay. Soon be over.’
Carolyn didn’t know how much longer it
went on for, though she didn’t think it was long. She just lay there,
stunned and shocked into something that was less inaction and more a
kind of paralysis. She turned her head to side and just… went away. She
didn’t come back until she felt her father cum inside her, a suddenly
gush of liquid heat that sent a wave of utter disgust and revulsion
through her entire body, and then she began to cry with a quiet
intensity.
Irwin slid easily out of his daughter, leaving
what felt like a tunnel in his wake. Carolyn felt like he’d bored into
her and that between her legs would be a ragged, gaping hole.
‘Go
back to sleep now, Carolyn,’ her father said in a breathless, suddenly
subdued voice. ‘Just forget this happened, alright? And don’t tell
anyone or believe me, you’ll wish you hadn’t. I’m trusting you,
Carolyn, trusting you to do the right thing, understand me?’
Her
father stood, picked up his robe from the floor by the side of the bed
and turned his back to Carolyn as he shrugged it on. He seemed to
contemplate something for a few seconds, stood in front of her facing
her bookcase but unable to face his daughter.
‘I’m
trusting you to do the right thing, Carolyn,’ he repeated, pulling the
blankets up over his daughter again, and with that he slipped quietly
from her room. His daughter curled slowly into a ball and cried until
exhaustion and shock allowed sleep to sneak in and take her away. At
some point she woke with a start, smelling the lingering bitterness of
cigarettes and alcohol in the room, but her father wasn’t there to be
seen.
.