by F. E. Campbell

Photograph from Bondage Classics Vol. 1, No. 15 by Chad

Story Orginally Published in Bondage in the Buff, Vol. 1, No. 9

Scanned and Transcribed by guardian46w

Story Codes: F/f, bond, torture, n/c, fantasy, naked, gag, heels, spread, suspend, X

Of course, I know what else is in Sybil's mind, It's my pussy.  I must seem about ninety percent pussy to anyone who walked in, and I do pray nobody does.  Not unless they'd untie me and let me go.  But nobody who'd do that is going to walk in here.  Not with Sybil holding the key.  To use an ugly but pithy word, Sybil loves my cunt.  I bet she's gloating over the thought of it at this very moment, and I bet I'm getting this misery to soften me up so I'll say yes to what she wants to do to my cunt.  She thinks I'll be so damn glad to be released.

I want to be released now.  My wrists re on fire, and my shoulders hurt, and my thighs are cramped from my legs being so wide apart.  But I know how it's going to be.  Sybil will stand and admire her work - me!  Then she'll ask, in that sweet voice of hers, if I'm ready to be sensible.  She'll probably play with my nipples and down between my legs to get me panting, and then laugh and go away.  Sybil isn't really a bitch; she simply wants what she wants.  And she wants me!

"They fixed you delightfully, precious girl." She looked me over, under, sideways, and down.  She fingered my nipples and pubic hair to demonstrate my helplessness, my nakedness, my dependence on her whim.  "The boys kidnapped you professionally, and I'd planned this position for you in advance." She looked up at me lovingly.  "I don't suppose you're ready to say yes yet?  You'll insist on suffering.  You can nod or shake your head."

I did not do either.  The men had gagged me so I could not speak, or make much of any other sound.  But I did not see why I should either nod or shake my head or do anything.  Silence was my only weapon.  I glared at Sybil in hurt reproach.

"Sulky, eh?  Well, poor darling, I can't expect you to be pleased, not right away.  Sorry about the tie-up, but I have to do something to you to make you understand.  Do you understand, dear?

I'd have given anything to speak.  Being gagged is the most frustrating thin ever.  It reduces a girl to the parts of herself everyone is interested in.  Ever since my wrists were strapped and tied and I was hung like this, I've been feeling not me at all, but a collections of interesting parts, all with sexual connotations.

"You're all tits and twat, dear, while I keep you like that.  But you can be so much more.  keep thinking about it.  Oh, and about your toes!  You don't have to keep them on those blocks.  There's no punishment if you prefer to simply hang" Sybil kissed my navel and went away.

So here I am, and I don't know for how long, and I don't know if I can hold out, and I don't know what Sybil will do if I lose consciousness after awhile or even if I will.  I don't know anything except I'm a girl who's becoming a suspended X.

"Well, well, darling, no change.  Still hanging on with your toes." Sybil runs fingertips up and down my skin to make me quiver.  "You've been like that a full hour.  Congratulations."

I cannot answer.

"You'll have to be whipped, of course.  I hope you understand the need?"

I can't answer that either, and I refuse to nod.

"Whipping you is the only way I can get through to you.  You're being absurdly obstinate.  You really do have endurance.  But the whipping will be tomorrow.  You can think about being whipped while you hang there, and you might as well think about the lovely time we could have in bed if you were not so damn fussy about conventions and what your mother told you.  Oh, and there's something else you'll love.  I'm going to shave your cunt.  There's no reason why I should get a mouthful of hair every time."

Oh, for god's sake!  She's left me alone again.  and I can see what she's up to .  E\very time she comes she makes me feel a little more helpless and hopeless., and I'm sure she thinks I'm thinking about her vagina and how easy it would be...  and after all, why not!  But I won't give in - I Won't!  But, oh gee, I can't spread my legs much longer and I'm starting to not to care.  damn Sybil, but she's right.  Being like this is affecting me, I'm changing.  I'm not still seeing things the way I did.  I hate myself for getting so I can think about vaginas as cunts, and then to think about cunts as something to have fun with and push your tongue inside.  Ugh!  But there it is!  Sybil's wise, and I'm only a girl, and I'm naked nd hung up by my wrists.  Everything hurts, boy, does it hurt!

This thing about being whipped.  About Sybil whipping me?  I don't believe it.  That's story-book stuff, and it's not going to happen.  To whip a naked girl stretched out the way Sybil has me would be something medieval, something out of a book.  I've never been whipped.  The whole idea's grotesque, and from what I know of it from books, no girl could possibly stand it.  I suppose I'll be gagged the way I am now.  That way I won't be able to scream.  I think I'd like to scream.  It must be awful to be hurt and hurt with the whip cutting at my skin and not be able to make a decent sound.  Suppose I can't take it!  But that's the whole idea, isn't it!  I'll be nodding my head like mad.

What am I talking about!  I won't be nodding, I'll be shaking, and I won't be able to tell her how she simple must stop.  I won't be able to tell her anything she'll listen to.

Except yes.