This story will make more sense if you have read the previous episodes.
Walking along behind Nancy, trying to match her elegance up on tiptoes, seeing how she walked with her feet curving in with each step— almost like a catwalk model— how that made her bum switch back and forwards, Robyn, unaccustomed, felt her own breasts in the skimpy bikini picking up a rhythm and swinging from side to side, and discovered she could enhance that swing by subtly twisting her body in time with her steps, feeling like a slut; exhilarated to feel like that, sexually displaying herself to a masterful man who was certainly going to hurt her, going to fuck her, probably, rape me, really; he’s not going to ask permission, is he? Nor listen to me if I beg him to stop — rape her, while her sister watched…
It was unreal, overpowering…
How can this be happening! It’s going so fast! I’m completely unprepared for this; he has me where he wants me; overwhelmed by the rapid changes, by his directness, his demands, his attitude. I’m so nervous! Frightened and panicky; afraid of the pain, already drowning in shame, trembling at the thought of Jim fucking me. I’m going to be whipped and raped! Oh my Lord, please, let me survive this!
I don’t actually want to be hurt, I don’t actually want to be raped, and yet I’m so on fire right now! I know I asked for it, and I’d do it again, but this is surreal! Oh gosh is this what it’s like for Nancy all the time? Wow that would be incredible!
I’m so slick in my pussy I’m afraid I’m showing a damp patch! I hope Jim can’t see! But hey, dummy, I’ll be stripping soon anyway— stripping naked— and then he’ll see just how it is with me, whether it’s shameful or not. I’m going to strip for a man I hardly know, that I only met three hours ago! The first ever man to properly see me naked since I got my tits, and he’s going to treat me like a whore, whip me and fuck me, and give me no choice in the matter!
She was finding breathing difficult— each breath like the first one ever, requiring careful attention, or her throat would just close up with the adrenalin.
Stepping out onto the patio was hard— for the first time it sunk in that she was going to be made to strip in the fresh air— sort of in public— what if the neighbours could see?
“There’s good enough. Now, both of you— Strip! Let’s get a look at those pretty tits, and your fresh little cunt, Robyn.”
To have a man talk to her like that; to have to like it; shimmy for him, try and smile, as if you like being talked to like that (don’t I? I actually think I might - if it’s a hard Master talking!) so desperate are you to have him approve of you; to feel his eyes on her body, with her sister right there— it was almost too much, and she had to dig her fingernails into the palms of her hands, hard, hurt herself to bring her focus back.
Nancy had already thrown her bikini top onto the bench and was untying the strings of the bottoms, and Robyn forced her fingers to the the knot behind her back, all clumsy and trembling; only the certainty that it would be even more humiliating to break down like a little girl kept her in control of herself as she undid the final knot, behind her neck, and let the little scrap of fabric fall away; her breasts swaying free in the sunlight, feeling the cool breeze stiffening her nipples, not daring to look but catching Jim’s leering grin from the corner of her eye as he looked her over, feeling her blushes intensify again.
Then something more immediate took her attention, and she froze for a second, as horrified as she was excited;
Oh Jesus— Nancy has a metal ring right through her cunt lip— just like in The Story of O…
And suddenly the idea of pain became real; she remembered how it had been, in the book, for O to have such a large hole punched into her, there, at her most tender part.
Nancy is marked as property! Like a cow! She really is Jim’s slave! God how can something so awful be such a turn-on? At the same time as being terrifying? What if Jim’s a murderer?
She knew that if there had been any chance, right then, to back out, she would have; it was all too frightening. But Jim’s words were still in her head; Every. Single. Command. He had made no threats of force, but he didn’t need to to; Robyn knew that it would take more than she had in her to actively disobey Jim while he had her in this state;
I’m putty in his hands, and he knows it. Even if I wasn’t so scared, he’s bigger and stronger than me— his arms look like they’re made of whipcord! And me? I feel weaker than a half-drowned kitten…
God, but I like feeling like this! Even though I’m so frightened of what he’s going to do to me!
Will… will he want to ring me like that? Imagine that; every step, the weight of it in my pussy, reminding me I’m a slave… Jim’s absolute property… His to… his to… torture— even… even… kill, if he wanted to.
God I would be on my knees for him at all times, desperate to keep him happy; do anything, anything at all for a man who could just hang me for fun, at any moment…
These thoughts set her on fire— that part of the book with the piercing and the branding never failed to make her come when she was reading it with her hand between her legs.
Picture: Robyn and Nancy strip : Click here to reveal.
Nancy must have noticed Robyn’s reaction, for she looked up, and her expression was very strange— looking at Robyn with big, nervous eyes. Robyn was overcome suddenly with emotion; My god what if I’ve ruined everything for Nancy? So selfish, only thinking about me.
Hesitant, not sure if she was even allowed to speak, Robyn asked;
“Are you… Are you sure this is OK with you, Nancy?”
Nancy made an attempt at a reassuring smile, which seemed weird, given the circumstances;
“Sure, Sis; what Jim wants, I want, even… even… well. Even this… I just hope you know what you’re getting into? Jim can make bending over for Dad’s razor strap feel easy.”
Trembling, then, to show Nancy that she was not going to make more trouble for her with Jim, Robyn made herself pull away her bikini bottom, which she’d been sort of holding up for a little while, and straighten up.
Oh God now I’m completely naked for a man who’s going to whip and rape me, and I… I want to be here. I must be crazy! Masturbating to this stuff is one thing, but this is going to hurt, and… and I’ll never be innocent again!
“OK slaves— stand at attention! Hands behind your backs, legs apart!”
Jim’s voice was hard and commanding; he had no need to raise his voice to make a command seem as if it was carved in a tablet of stone, and Robyn found herself almost desperate to obey, following Nancy’s lead to get into position. It felt shocking, offering herself to a strange man— naked!— but her belly was churning with it, her chest full of excited anticipation.
Picture: Robyn and Nancy naked : Click here to reveal.
Like when dad took me onto the big rollercoaster at the State Fair even though I was way too young.
“Alright! Robin, Nancy— let’s begin: I think 25 lashes each should teach you both a lesson, and since Robyn was so bad we will work a dildo into her punishment.”
“Now, get over by the pool— it’s time to begin!”
He was waving a really big, ugly dildo; nothing like the ones her girlfriends talked about having— pink and soft curves, with cute names; this was black and had metal studs round the blunt business end of it, and Robyn heard herself whimper— like a little frightened girl;
Because I am a frightened little girl right now! Oh why can’t this be exciting without him having to hurt me for real! No way that thing can go in me without ripping me open! It just can’t fit!
But there was nothing for it but to follow Nancy again, do the slutty walk again, naked this time, feeling Jim’s cruel grin burning her, making her pussy burn too, everything at fever pitch.
I’m trembling all over. I can’t believe this is about to happen to me— for real! And Nancy is going to see what he does to me! I’ll die of shame, never mind the pain and the fear! When he feels how wet I am I’ll die, too! Once he knows how this is turning me on he’ll know he can do anything with me! Oh Christ that’s hot, too…
I feel so weak, so helpless. I asked for it, but I didn’t know it could go so far, so fast, so frightening. I’m not going to be able to stop him; not even able to speak, now, to beg him to stop; I’m done for. Poor little Robyn!
“Ahhh!”
For Jim had fisted a hand in her hair and roughly forced her to bend over the diving board, and then— casual but obviously serious— had kicked the inside of her ankles, hard, so that she had hurriedly, yelping, shifted her feet wide apart. She was shaking now, not just trembling, and moaning too— a continuous little moan, almost under her breath.
I don’t know what to do with my hands! They want to defend me, cover me, push him away, but… I simply daren’t. He’s mastered me, and so easily. What, can I do? How can I make him pleased with me, so… so that he doesn’t hurt me so much… Like he said, make him think about fucking me (raping me!) more than he does about hurting me. Every nerve in my body is alive for him! This is ten times what the State Fair was! And he hasn’t even started yet!
It felt horribly, disgustingly slutty, but Robyn made herself think about how O would so carefully position herself for Sir Stephen to hurt her, to bugger her, and she did what she could to be like that, feeling horrified, but doing it anyway; up on her tiptoes, pulling her shoulders back, as Jim put one hand at the base of her spine, pinning her in place.
Picture: Robyn bent over, spread : Click here to reveal.
A sudden fear gripped her, and she blurted it out, unthinking;
“It’s so open here! What … what if someone sees us?”
Jim gave a short laugh;
“You’re just a slave now, Robyn— so it doesn’t matter if they do. You’re supposed be naked, being abused is what you’re for. Everything is different for you now, different from what you’ve been taught.”
“Now, spread ’em wider! Let’s see how you take this dildo up your ass, pretty girl!”
Even as she obeyed, shuffling her feet yet further apart, feeling horribly exposed, like never before; the shame of it burning her, she voiced another terrible fear;
“Oh God! It will never fit there! Please…”
He laughed again, enjoying himself;
“Sure it will, if I ram it hard enough! Bend right down now.”
Picture: Robyn taking the dildo : Click here to reveal.
And ram it he did, relentless, brutal, while Robyn squealed like a frightened pigling, sounding pathetic even to herself, but unable to keep quiet, no matter how fearful she was to invite attention from the neighbours. She squeaked and shrieked and squealed, then quickly sobbed and cried, tears of shame and hurt almost squirting from her eyes, so awful everything about it was, but Jim carried on jamming the terrible thing right into her.
His other hand had come round the front of her thigh; he was crudely using her pussy as a handle, his fingertips actually inside her; holding her in place, pushing her backwards to meet the terrible thrusts! It was appallingly shaming; there were no sexy thoughts or quivering pussy feelings, none at all; just pain and humiliation and fear. The devastating fact that he now knew, for certain, that she was some kind of horny slut, since she was positively sloppy down there meant nothing, right then, in comparison with the horror that was the invader in her poor asshole.
She felt no anger toward Jim at all— none— only humiliation. He had defeated her, she had given herself; it had changed everything; but she could still beg, appeal to his power to grant her mercy, since she had no way to demand it or even the right to it;
“OooOH! It huuuurts! Please?”
“It’s supposed to hurt! In any case, you’re wrong; if you’re restrained properly, even a big man’s fist is no problem— you can ask Nancy about it.”
There was no mercy in him at all— nor any particular excitement; he was enjoying this for sure, but he wasn’t over excited by what he’d just done— as if it was normal to do such awful, dirty, cruel things to crying young girls.
But that’s just it— for him— and Nancy too, this is their normal. Ooohh but it hurts so bad! He must have split me, back there, really damaged me! Oh God what have I got myself into?
But there was no time to think, with a fist in her hair, he had pulled her up— as if she were a sack of potatoes or something— just manhandled her, she having to find a way to bring herself along or have her hair ripped out, nearly loding her footing as he dragged her, the thing in her ass burning and unyielding inside her belly as she walked, as if it was fucking her there, and she was sure she must die of the awful shame of her sister seeing this.
He’s treating me like a slavegirl, too; He doesn’t mind, and I don’t matter; and I’m not giving him any trouble at all; I suppose I could fight him, scratch at his eyes, whatever else it was they said at self defense classes— but I’m not going to do anything to him at all but beg him for mercy… Even the thought of challenging him makes my knees give way!
She couldn’t believe how passive she was— at school boys had given up trying to grab her, because she fought back, hard, but now her hands were flapping pathetically; all her effort going into trying her best to do what Jim wanted of her, deliberately showing him how hard she was trying to please, nevermind the shouting pain in her poor ass.
So when he showed her the rope, she meekly offered up her wrists, however much her heart thumped as her mind formed the word MURDERER!, and angled them so that it was simple for him to tie them together, to pull the knots cruelly tight, so that I’m helpless, now; utterly defenceless, even if I wanted to struggle; God but how it changes everything, just being tied; it’s so frightening now, but… but it’s better, too; whatever happens now, is on him; I’m in his power now, 100%. I’m not really Robyn anymore; just his cunt, now.
Picture: Robyn tied : Click here to reveal.
Be careful what you ask for, hm? Hah! No… no, don’t cry, not now; try to smile, try to be pretty for him, maybe he’ll be less mean!
Ah! There! He’s smiling that cruel smile at me! He knows I’m terrified, but he likes me trying!
“It doesn’t matter, anymore, what you want, Robyn, I’m in control; and I say it’s time for your first taste of the whip. Let’s get you two strung up, now!”
Ohohh, fuck! Here it comes! That whip is so long! No! I don’t want it! I don’t want to be…
“AAAIIEEEGGHHKK!”
