Disconnections

Disconnections
a series of stories by Eve Adorer

The Girl Next Door
Synopsis: - The Barnmouth Downs, a particularly bucolic region of the English coastal county of Barnmouthshire, at some future time when.....

The Girl Next Door
by Eve Adorer

<Scene 1>
Sir Stannet Argoyle-Farquar made his considerable fortune from the export of un-moneyed, unmarried, and thus unwanted, upper-class English girls, specifically broken and trained for riding as polo ponies. Argentina was a key market. He is now in retirement in a country mansion once owned by a family obliged to put it on the market in order to raise money to pay death duties. Nearing seventy-five, he is married to the former socialite Georjayna Bannhorten-Durling, a stunningly attractive negress considerably less than half his age. Despite all gossip to the contrary, centring on the disparity in their ages, and the accusation that Georjayna had only married Sir Stannet for his money, as well as to avoid the destiny of herself being broken to become a polo-ponygirl, there is no doubting their love is mutual and strong. They have a visitor......

......Their visitor stands on their stone doorstep. She is dressed in a comfortable white cable-knit roll-neck woollen sweater long enough to entirely cover her buttocks. But she has thrown it on casually, so its hem slants. She is in flared blue jeans with removed bicycle clips in one of their tight front pockets. Her slip-on shoes, mud splashed after a sudden early-summer rain shower just before she’d started out, look new. Her shoulder-length hair is windblown. As substitute for a comb, she grooms herself with long slim dextrous fingers which swiftly become entwined in her delight of flame red natural and naturally impossible curls.

The door-chime was silent. She wonders if it knelled somewhere too deep in the huge house to be heard where she waits.....or whether it is even connected......and if she should pull the weird old ‘lavatory chain’ handle down again......Then the door opens.....

“Do come in my dear....Meloyna isn’t it?”

“Melina”

“Do come in Meloyna”

[Melina looks behind her] “What a beautiful view”

“Yes: we were so lucky to find this place. Geographically we’re slap-bang in the middle of the Barnmouthshire Downs. You’d never get planning permission to build here these days. But back in the seventeenth century.....I’ll show you the view from the windows upstairs if you like....you can see Barnmouth Cathedral’s steeple from up in the west tower, miles away.....on a clear day.....well, almost......

........Do come in.....This will be the room where most of the hard work will be done. I’m ‘Sir Stannet’ by the way....in case you were wondering....”

“Hello Sir Stannet”

“Hello Meloda”

“Melina”

“Sorry.... Melo.... I mean Meleeena.....got it right this time eh!”

“The cheque has gone through and I’m ready, though I’ve never gone quite so far..... a playful spanking from my girlfriend that sort of thing.......Blustery day: my hair’s a complete mess.....Georjayna....Lady Argoyle-Farquar I mean, I thought mentioned a barn?....”

“Oh no: it was always to be in the house.....mostly in this room. We couldn’t be more isolated...there’ll be no noise problems....even if our little device doesn’t work, as I’m sure it will.......

.......It’ll start in here and end up outside of course....This early summer is on a promise to last.....It’s been so hot of late..... Back then the lord of the manner could build what he pleased where he pleased. The buildings are grade-one listed since way back. That means we’re almost not allowed to sneeze indoors or out without having got planning permission first.....!”

“You want me fully depilated?”

“Yes. Will that be a problem?”

“Oh no, not at all; I have a full body waxing regularly, including.....including there of course....”

“And the other little thing?........Oh just look at me! What a retched host I am. May I offer you a drink: a sherry perhaps? We have a sweet amontillado if that’s to your taste. We bought a dozen bottles from a little man in a village miles off the tourist track.... miles from our Spanish villa too...... just outside Jerez....the little vintner.... and we sneaked them through English customs without paying a penny in duty. Aren’t we just so wicked?!”

“The other thing will be okay too...But it’ll dictate the timing....”

“Of course....May I get you that sherry?”

“You’re very kind, but I only ever drink mountain spring water...”

“Ah yes: only water to drink: and you live entirely on fresh fruit I hear...Georjayna said....”

“Oh yes; I’m your original organic girl......A girl has to look after her figure!.......

.......About the makeup?”

“Ah yes”

“How would you like the makeup?”

“Georjayna and I thought, maybe, you’d be entirely natural?”

“No makeup you mean?”

“No makeup please....That drink? ........Oh...listen to me.....I’m so sorry, I forgot you already said no...”

“No thank you Sir Stannet.....It’s difficult to look one’s best with no makeup. Not even lipstick and a little blusher...?”

“No makeup would be the ideal. Unless it’s a problem....”

“No, of course not.... at least, not as long as nobody minds freckles!”

“You....if I may say.....you don’t look as big as I was led to believe...You’re very lovely....those darling russet curls...and freckles are perfectly enchanting....”

“Thank you!”

“......But I thought you’d be...you know....bigger.....”

“I’m five foot four in these flatties...I mean when I’m not wearing shoes with heels on.....”

“No I was meaning.....”

“What?.... Oh, oh my chest!? .....I’m not wearing...... I never wear a bra....a brassiere.....This sweater makes me look...it’s a bit heavy....thick wool.....I’m not at all flat...far from it, believe me!”

“It’s such a lovely day. I’d have thought you’d be out with your boyfriend”.

“I had this appointment with you...”

“Of course you did. Please excuse....I’m never with-it this early in the morning....”

“Then I’m off to the gym ....then aerobics and swimming.....tennis this afternoon....And I don’t do boys. Did Georjayna not say? Lots of men are turned on by that sort of thing. I’ve never...well.... you know.....why and that.....but I suppose I can....if I try.....”

“There’ll be a doctor there.....”

“You must get what you’ve paid for...Honestly, it’s a lot of money.....You’ve read my blog....Georjayna....Georjayna reads my blog?....It’s to pay the debt I ran up for my degree?....But the money is mainly for my....for our wedding? So we can afford to marry and put a deposit on somewhere to live ‘happily ever after’ as they say in the stories.....A....a place in the village.......my girlfriend.....my fiancée.....we both live.....we’ve both always lived in Kinklebe......”

“It is okay for my Janatha..... my fiancée Janatha to be there? She won’t get in the way. She’s as quiet as a mouse. But she can’t afford what Georjayna.....the price.....a ticket?......And I promised she could.....see.......watch.....see it live..... rather than wait to watch the edited filming on O-bey?”

“Of course dear.....But....er.... has er....has Georjayna said it’s okay......?”

“She has...She did.....”

“Well, that’s that taken care of then isn’t it....?......

........I’ve made the preparations. I was always a dab hand at handy-work....handy craft... ‘do it yourself’.....Saves a fortune when you’re running a place like this, with tradesmen charging so much these days....though I’m not getting any younger......”

“Shall I ring you then, when I know I’m.....when I....when.....when it’s.....?”

“Georjayna”

“Ring Georjayna?”

“That’s right dear”

“Well, I think that’s it.....”

“Don’t you want to look at the preparations....they’re all in place?”

“No...No thank you Sir Stannet....I’ll be being told what....well....that’s how it will go won’t it?”

“Yes...yes I suppose it will rather.....Let me see you out....Oh but what about that sherry?”

“No thank you Sir Stannet....I have my bicycle to ride.....mustn’t get wobbly....end up in a ditch or something silly........I’ll see you on....when.....I must go....my daily gym session?.....”

“You take care then.... Morana.....”

“Melina....”

“Melina of course.....You take care Mor......you take care dear....”

“Thank you Sir Stannet....”

<Scene 2>
“Stannie!?!........Oh there you are...”

“In the kitchen Georgie....as usual. Had a good ride darling?”

“It’s blowing out there.....I must.....my hair’s a complete mess. I took ‘Long-Legs’......Jenny for a trot....Came across Lady Barnmouth.....Rode out that way for a change.....Lovely blossom in the orchards......I mean Lady Barnmouth’s wife: Faustina.....the lovely negress.....she was on a little ethnic-Chinese filly ’Ying-Yang’ or some such.....She’s not up to it you know..... Long-Legs I mean......I mean I was so constantly having to use my spurs on her thighs........What have you been up to?......that smells perfectly delish!

“A little treat for luncheon......We had a visitor.....”

“Would that be the little tart I saw on a bicycle she couldn’t ride properly? What did she want?.......I do wish you’d let Sistina take care of things in here Stannie.....I mean, what are we paying a chef for?......”

“Egg collecting....”

“Sorry?”

“Sistina.....I thought you might like a nice big new-laid egg for breakfast.....”

“What did she want?”

“Sistina?”

“No, the slut on the bike.....”

“She wasn’t a slut Georgie....pretty little thing with naturally curly hair and sparkling green eyes....”

“Ah.... Melina.....the redhead from the village?

“Yes...I think that was it.... charming little freckles......”

“Aha! Stannie!!....You were quite taken then?.....Did you notice that she has a very big pair?”

“I think she fell for my charm, like they all do.......And she didn’t look that big to tell you the truth...”

“You?!.....Charm?!”

“I won you didn’t I Georgie?”

“I was only teasing darling.....Have you seen Bolynda around, I want her to bathe me.....”

“Egg collecting....”

“Bolynda not Sistina, Stannie.....”

“Egg collecting with Sistina....”

“What two of them?!.....Goodness me! Am I expected to bath myself now!?”

“I don’t suppose they’ll be too long now darling.....”

“I should think not....Honestly Stannie.....Bloody two of them!.....And she’ll come back stinking of hen-shit I shouldn’t wonder....Where’s Leanara, or is she egg collecting too?

“Well: now you come to mention it.....”

“Oh god! Stannie!!”

“Just pulling your leg Georgie.....I haven’t seen Leanara this morning...she must be around somewhere....”

“How did it go with Melina?”

“Fine”

“Stannie.....darling, do tell your little wifey.....what does ‘fine’ mean exactly?”

“Fine! She’s an excellent choice.....She seemed happy....”

“I should bloody think so, the amount she’s been paid....

.......Did you show her around.....let her see your.....the arrangements......”

“Yes and no....”

“Darling; I do love you so....but please!”

“I offered to Georjayna but she didn’t want to!”

“Don’t get upset Stannie....I’m sorry.....”

“Will she ring?”

“Yes. She’ll ring you as soon...when she knows....when she’s sure....”

“Sure about what? She’s already been paid.....!”

“No no....the particular little thing.....sure about that....”

“Oh ‘the particular little thing’ eh .....”

“Did you invite Faustina, Georgie?”

“You know I did Stannie......But, come to think of it, I’ve seen you looking at her....I think I’m going to have to watch you Stannie.....I don’t blame you.... Faustina is rather gorgeous....It must be lovely to be so tall and so graceful......”

“As a matter of fact, Faustina and me, we’re planning to elope together....”

“Stannie! She’d be far more likely to run away with me....as you very well know!”

“I hope not Georgie....I do hope not.....”

“You have nothing to worry about Stannie....... for me you’re all a girl could ever need....”

“Shall I ring for Leanara?”

“You’re not lusting after the maids as well are you Stannie?!”

“No darling. I only do lust on Tuesdays, and this is a Thursday......"

“It’s Friday actually Stannie.....but.....hang on a moment, what delight do you take a fancy to on Fridays Stannie.....?

“You darling.....you.....”

“What?! Only on Fridays now?!”

“Oh be off with you Georgie and get that bath....!”

<Scene 3>
Two weeks later on a warm early-summer’s afternoon, in the expansive gardens of Castle Mingeford, the country home of Sir Stannet and Georjayna Lady Argoyle-Farquar....

“Darling Georjayna: much as we admire the outside of your home, we’ve seen the greenhouses, eyed over the dovecots, passed the hen coops, the pig sties, the dairy and the stables and seen your new Arabian ponygirls; scented the admittedly fragrant herb garden, seen the workshop Stannet is so proud of....Oh....and the rose garden, we mustn’t forget the rose garden...... Stannet’s new thingamabob the washing line post or whatever it is, and I don’t know about anyone else, but could you please ask your darling girl Garnet, to bring me a long drink. I’m just dying of thirst!”

[Distantly but distinctly] “Over here!”

“Oh for goodness sake Relphin darling, what is it? I’m not going to walk another step.....”

“Over here....come over here!”

“I’m not in the mood for any more diversions darling.”

[The distant distinct voice asks] “Georjayna, I take it you know there’s a girl’s head sticking out of one of your inspection... your....your ‘manhole’ covers?”

“What are you talking about Relphin? Goodness knows, I sometimes wonder what being the chancellor of Camford University has done for your brain....”

“Oh do shut up Anistata........ I recognise her. She came to my lectures when I was....before I was elected chancellor....’Melina’ someone or other....lives nearby, just over in Kinklebe.....Got 1st class honours in pure and applied mathematics.....Good going for one of the lower orders don’t you think...Lovely girl...Turned heads at college like you wouldn’t believe....the heads of the other girls not least......”

“Georjayna is this the....the ‘little entertainment’ Stannet was talking about?

“It is Anistata, but only for those who pay, if I may be subtle about the hint?!....”

“Oh I just must, but must see!....”

The two women join Anistata’s husband, Sir Relphin Boland Relphin of that Ilk, ex prime minister and, before that foreign secretary of the British government, now retired from both governance and parliament, and recently since elected Chancellor of the University of Camford, after a short spell dabbling in lecturing as an emeritus professor of politics at his alma-mater.......

“Oh how delicious! Is she suffering? I do hope she’s suffering!”

“It will be good for its legs Anistata. The nearest rung for it to stand on down the hole where it is, is at least five feet down, and as you can see, Stannie’s little arrangement.... halving the inspection cover and making a hole for just its head to be above ground-level after the cover has been closed around its neck and padlocked.......If it slips off from standing on that rung.... well....it wouldn’t do its neck much good to say the least.....”

“Goodness, a step five feet down and her head’s above ground. She’d have to be six foot tall, or else be on the very tips of her big toes. I recall her being less than five-five at most. So I’d just love to see how constantly standing like that is shaping her legs. And she is a peach Relphin!”

“Yes Anistata that is what I just said....What have you put her in there for Georjayna?”

“Trespassing....I think it must have been early yesterday? We found it sneaking around near the hen coops. Rustling I should think.....Do you?...You do....You can ‘rustle’ eggs can’t you?”

“Only when rustling up some breakfast....I think you mean ’stealing’ Georjayna.... She’s been in there a whole day?......The poor little bitch!”

“And last night too Relphin; and it’ll be in there all day today, all tonight, and until we’re ready to punish it.... I had its clothes and shoes burned of course.....I ordered Garnet to put them in the incinerator. I was damned if I was going to go anywhere near them.  You can never be sure what filth the riff-raff have crawling around on them......

.......And you can see its suffering on O-bey Anistata. Stannie and I have contracted them for the filming rights. It’s wired night-vision down the hole there, but you get a great view of a very fit pair of shapely legs.....if you pay the fee of course....”

“What’s with....I can see she’s gagged....but....what....?”

“Oh...A medical doctor designed it based on my idea; then Stannie ran it up in his workshop. The doctor was on hand when I inserted it. It’s a flexible metal tube through a large steel ball? The tube goes right down the throat....stops the bitch.....along with the ball filling its mouth.....near broke its jaw forcing that in....but it’ll...in combination...it can’t make a sound no matter what....neat eh? But it can breathe through the hole, some holes in the tube....

.......The tube....the nearest end of the tube sticks through a gum-shield between its front teeth...the shield is over its top and bottom teeth? And to make sure it can’t possibly get it out....the ball......and the tube come to that. Well......I’m afraid the ball has spikes in it? The ball goes in the mouth first. Then pushing the tube through the hole in the middle of the ball forces the spikes out of the outer surface of the ball? Some will have gone right through its tongue I shouldn’t wonder....Such a pity that....I’ve been weeping all night at the mere thought of it....as if I could give a damn!”

“Stop it. Stop it Georjayna...You’re making me wet my knickers!.....She’s completely nude?!”

“Completely Anistata. And don’t worry...I cuffed the little bitch’s wrists behind it, so it can’t play with itself down there, as I expect is its usual filthy habit......Do you want to buy that ticket now, or, if you’ll pardon the expression, will Relphin be ‘coming’ without his good lady wife?”

“Where does the mains....where do....does the service pipe run? You’re a long way out even from Kinklebe... which must be the village nearest I’d guess?

“What pipe Relphin?”

“The water supply.....I take it she’s stood in an inspection-and-repair access to the water mains....the emergency stopcock or the meter or suchlike......”

“You’re quite right Relphin. Castle Mingeford is, as you speculate, far too isolated even for the highly organised Victorian generations of the Mingeford family to have organised fresh water piping to come out this far. But their predecessors built here because of the former village’s water-well........

.......The village had to go....it was knocked down to provide land to build this place.......Besides, would I have the little slag imprisoned so it’d prospectively pollute our water supply? The water isn’t piped from the mains, but the sewers are piped into theirs. So, I’d have it locked in the sewers yes; but not the water pipe, even if there was one....Besides, you get rats in the sewers!......

.......Oh look at the look in those lovely green eyes! I always thought the oiks liked rats, if only to eat them for dinner!”

“SHWACK!” There, that slap will help teach it not to look at its social superiors. I suppose we can at least be consoled that, where it is....where it deserves to be....it is at least obliged to look up at its masters!”

“You’ve made her nose bleed!”

“So??!!!!.....S’ s’ sorry Relphin......I, I didn’t mean.....I didn’t mean to snap at you.....I appreciate your sensitivity.....But there’s no room for sentiment in dealing with such trash...... The little bitch is going to get a lot more than a nose bleed when its time comes.....!”

“Oh Georjayna I think it’s simply divine! Will she be covered....down in the sewer like that....in....in you know what?”

“You can be pretty sure it is Anistata......I don’t think I want to take a look-and-see thank you very much.....Not that you’d be able to tell the difference between it and the rest of the shit.....I expect it lives in shit at home, like they all do.....So it’s not much of a punishment really: it must be quite used to the filth and the stink........

That particular access is to a pump......to the sewer pipe where the pump that encourages the piss, shit, soiled tampons and pads, and used shower and bath water from the servants’ quarters....It drives the shit into the main sewer. The filth is hosed around by the pump every time the lavatories are flushed. I expect the shit it splashes around would be more dilute if only the servants would wash more often; or even at all come to that!”

“Talking of which....not  personal hygiene as such....but if you need to go Relphin....it’s not very practical for we ladies...the funnel?....You’ll find its slim-end fits perfectly.....You’ll probably need to wash your hands when you’ve been......I know Stannie has used it a few times, and I don’t suppose he cleaned the funnel afterwards.....Do help yourself......We girls will walk on and you can join us when you’re done...when you’re ready....I’m sure it’ll part those pretty lips...it has no choice....Slap its face if it won’t close its eyes, if that’s what you want.....I mean eyes closed....You’ll be doing it a favour....It must be thirsty.....It fits to the tube down the bitch’s throat.....the funnel..... Oh and don’t worry if you miss at all; it looks like those soft curls could do with a wash!”

<Scene 4>
In one of the cavernous side-halls of Castle Mingeford, a gathering, which will eventually include six paying guests and Melina’s fiancée, have come to witness one of Georjayna Argoyle-Farquar’s ‘little entertainments’. Georjayna brings Melina in. So as to be clearly seen, Georjayna and Melina go to stand on a one-step-up raised platform. Georjayna is dressed in a figure–outlining white polo shirt, cream jodhpurs and polished brown riding boots. As if it were a dress, and it is indeed her only clothing, Melina is wearing a long-bodied white tee-shirt, under which she is completely naked. She is barefoot. Her wrists are cuffed behind her. Her pretty hands therefore reside on what, in enticing outline, appear to be very shapely very firm buttocks.

In equally exciting delineation, it can also be seen that she is very well endowed. A speculation that her breasts are entirely the products of nature, is answered by the way they move within her shirt. Her nipples appear to be particularly inquisitive about proceedings. Around her neck, hidden at the rear by her wonderful shoulder-length redhead curls, the captured girl wears a dog’s leash in the form that ends in a chain, often referred to by the means it employs to control the wearer, as a ‘choke-chain’.....The contrast between the two young women, the smouldering beauty of the negress with her fiercely intelligent dark brown eyes and naturally passionate lips, and the supremely pale white redhead, is a reminder of the spectra of wonderful girls that bless this undeserving world.....Georjayna Lady Argoyle-Farquar begins her announcement.....

“Ladies and gentlemen; if I may have your attention!.....Please!....Thank you!.....Thank you!..........Thank you ladies and gentlemen....!”

“Ladies and gentlemen this sexy little redhead is Melina. You may well have noticed it around the village of Kinklebe, where it has been turning the heads of the men-folk, and the girls even more, since it reached its mid-teens. In its vacations from college, it works in the post office there. It can often be seen around on the post office’s bicycle......

..... It has no piercings, not even its rather pretty ears. And, although it is the vile habit among the slags it is one among, it has not despoiled the satin-smooth beauty of its youthful supremely white complexion, with the unforgivable unsightly wholly ruinous irreversibly obscene tragedy of even the tiniest tattoo! It is, thank god, the perfection of a completely unblemished girl that stands before you......

....... Even though you have not been formally introduced on a one-to-one basis as yet, I’m sure it won’t mind me using its name so familiarly in your presence. I’ll take care of the introductions in a moment, so that you can all have a close-up inspection of the goods..........

........My god!.....Huh!....Did you see the look it just gave me?! Anybody would think it amounted to something more than just a pretty face, an shapely ass, a big pair of tits, and three eager fuck-holes that have managed to walk around in formation for twenty-odd years!.......

.......As I just said, I’ll bring it round to each of you in turn. When you get a close-up look, I think you’ll probably agree that, all in all, it’s not a bad piece of meat.......

.......It was found trespassing on the estate a couple of days ago. One of my servants took it into custody. Sir Stannet ordered that it be detained. As lord of the manor, Sir Stannet, my wonderful husband, has a perfectly legal choice. In criminal matters he would be obliged to hand it over to the Girl-Police. Trespass being only a civil law matter, he may decide to punish it himself. And he has so chosen...... (.....and I think he’s about to join us......)”

“The vinegar my dear....Do you think that will be enough?”

“To have a little to spare would be better Stannie.....”

“Ah.....I’ll soon conjure up some more Georgie.....”

“Thank you Stannie.....”

“.......As I was saying....Stannie has decided to use his lawful right to have it punished, and has asked me to carry out that sad but necessary duty. You’re all invited to witness. We can offer overnight accommodation for those who wish to stay for the full duration......

...... The absolute rule is: except with my prior consent, ‘No touching’. Anyone breaching that stipulation will forfeit their right to stay, and no money will be refunded.......

.......Gentlemen; if opportunity is opportune, you will be afforded the chance to use any of its holes that remain free at the time. To my surprise, it is disease free....a rarity indeed! So, unless you wish to deploy one, no condoms will be necessary........

....... I’m afraid it’s already managed to break its hymen, no doubt from the and all to frequent vigorous masturbation such filth indulge. But it is a lesbian, so it may well not have taken cock before......It is probably still a mouth and bum virgin....

.......Relphin and Anistata; I’ll bring it your way first...”

“Curtsey you filthy slag! My god! They teach these peasant girls no manners, and no respect!.......

.......Do another curtsey and do it right this time!! We want lots of leg: give us lots of leg!!.....I do apologise Anistata.”

“Don’t bring her too close, Georjayna, remember I know where she’s been...where you kept her locked up!”

“We have an all-clear on that front Anistata. I had one of the servants hose it down in the outside yard first thing this morning. I imagine it is the first time the filthy bitch has had a decent wash in months.....”

“How many days was she there in the end, where she has been Georjayna?”

“Where has she been then Anistata? She looks dreadfully tired and pale...still redheads are always delightfully pale....but I must say she’s more than a little fetching in that long white tee-shirt thingy. Has she been allowed any panties...a thong perhaps? I’ve caught more than one suggestion of a very smackable bottom....?”

“Our gorgeous wicked Georjayna has had the little bitch locked in a cesspit for two whole days, Faustina!”

“Curtsey to Lady Barnmouth slag!......

.......Now do it properly, we want to see lots of thigh!!.....

.......NO!!.....Up on your tiptoes and give us great leg!!! That’s what your legs are for: give us great leg including lots of thigh, we want lots of leggy leg and strong thigh. And let your tits dangle.......

.......Do it again!!! Up on the very tips of your toes, dip knees low, rise from the curtsey and then bow! And give us lots of leg, loads of thigh, and when you bow, let your tits dangle! DO YOU understand?!!

“So sorry about that.....The imprisonment was for two days and two nights till early this morning ladies. You’ll understand that I didn’t want to risk it escaping. The lower orders learn nothing of any worth, but cunning is innate with them. Deceptive guile has been passed on through the generations since this one’s ancestors were crawling in shit. So at least where it’s been this last forty-eight hours and more, won’t have been at all unfamiliar to it.”

“Just look at the legs on her! What a shapely pair!! I knew she was a keep fit fanatic: always in the gymnasium when she wasn’t running swimming playing squash, or badminton and whatnot. It’s certainly done her legs a favour....and us....and our eyes! She was always slopping around in jeans at college. Thighs like that would make a good ponygirl out of her....That’d be something useful for her to do with her life, instead of wasting time dreaming that marrying that Janatha Spendlove girl will see her happy for the rest of her days.....or that she has any chance of a meaningful career in business or industry.....”

“Curtsey to my guest again slag, and give him even more leggy leg!”

“There: that’s your treat for the day so far, Relphin!....But before I move it on....”

“Wave your tits for the gentleman!......

.......Make your tits wave from side to side you stupid bitch!! Don’t you understand even the simplest order?! That’s what you’ve got tits for, you whore! Except for making them sway around to order, what fucking use are they anyway? About as much use as the rest of you I suppose!!......

.......NO NO NO! Do it more slowly, let them wave in a slow flow!....I suppose I should be talking to its tits: they’ve got to have more brains than the rest of it apparently has!!”

“Absolutely wonderful Georjayna.....I’ll obviously never know from personal experience, but I suppose when you’ve got a pair as big as those appear to be, they’re bound to follow behind your movements even if you move only a little quickly.....They don’t look at all disproportionate either..... How big is she exactly?"

“Sorry to interrupt Relphin darling.....But you do know, don’t you Georjayna, that there’s blood on the inside of her thighs........You do don’t you Georjayna?..... Georjayna?!......Georjaaynaa?!......I’ve seen that wicked look in your lovely eyes before.......This is Anistata here Georjayna, we’ve known each other for years, reeememmber?!........

.......You’re not telling me she’s......? She is isn’t she?......Oh how wonderfully wicked!! How simply divine!!....Oh my god!......She’s actually on her monthly.....she’s having her bleed.....Oh you wonderfully wicked soul Georjayna....she’s menstruating!! She’s menstruating!! Oh how simply deliciously cruel you are my dear!”

“Thank you Anistata. One does one’s best. But it is nice to be appreciated sometimes....”

“When do we get to actually see the tits?!”

“When Stannie finally joins us Relphin. Stannie’s so absolutely a tit lover.... He....you....you will neither of you, be disappointed, I can assure you of that.....twice!”

“Wave your tits again for the nice gentleman.......

.......Who told you to stop?! Who told you to stop?!!.......Good god, I give you something worthwhile to do for once in your total waste of a life, and you don’t even want to take opportunity when it’s given you on a plate. Just what do you think you’ve got tits for?!! Make them useful. Make yourself do something useful for a change. Wave them!!! Waave themm!!!!”

“This is Melina Sir Lansfarn......oh, and your lovely daughter too. How delightful to see you once more Margala, and you as well of course Sir Lansfarn......We must go riding together again while you’re on vacation from Camford Margala. It is coming up to the season, and I have in mind to have Melina’s younger sister landed in the Lipsfold forest, when she is also in season for the month. We can then hunt her with the hounds as we did with that girl last year......There is nothing like girl-hunting when her bleed is flowing to give the hounds a scent and an incentive.....

.......I can see where your eyes are Margala, and it’s understandable....Give the pretty lady and her father a tit wave.....and for Margala’s sister Decilda too....

.......Lovely to see you again Decilda....and Janatha as well. Both just arrived? You haven’t missed anything.....

.......I know how busy it keeps you Decilda, but if your medical practice will free you up for just one day, the hunting offer is open to you as well......Margala will bring you up to date on that front and I can supply a saddle and a ponygirl for you....Oh and thank you so much for your help with designing and inserting the silencing gag in the bitch! It is performing excellently, just as you predicted.....”

“You can stop waving your tits now, you stupid slag!.......Honestly! You don’t even seem to know when you’ve done enough tit waving! My god, even with the slime you oiks have in place of a brain, is it so difficult for you to work things out?!”

“She has very beautiful legs, wonderfully honed and trained, yet still femininely smooth with no over-pronounced muscularity. We can surely give her credit for having a great pair of legs. Can she not be put in extreme high heels to maximise her leg appeal: heels so high she can hardly stand in them?”

“Your taste is excellent Sir Lansfarn, not least because it coincides with my own. A strong shapely obviously fit pair of legs is unquestionably a very great attraction on girl-meat. But, if I may venture the teensiest objection.....and I obviously hesitate to be so bold in the presence of an acclaimed novelist such as yourself....To couch my point in the terms you have used in reference to its legs....would it not be more appropriate than saying: ‘She has a great pair of legs’ to say: ‘She is a great pair of legs’? We must surely take account of its station in life, and not credit it with over many characteristics only properly associated with worthwhile humankind.....”

“Ha! You have me there in one, Georgie. You are entirely correct as ever! ‘It is a great pair of legs’! Wonderful! I was almost minded to challenge you to some return games of chess.....And I would.....if you’d agree to play blindfold, so I can win for just once. I don’t think I’ll even dare to do so now!!”

“Curtsey to Janatha, your fiancée! We have no class distinction here!......

......Oh but I forgot, Melina’s not your fiancée anymore is she Janatha?!.......I think you said, if I have the words right, that ‘she’ as you quaintly call this meat, has been ‘dumped'. I did get the phraseology right I hope?”

“You did Lady Argoyle-Farquar”

“And did I get the facts right.....I would so hate to be passing on tittle-tattle or idle gossip?!”

“Yes....yes my lady....entirely right”.

“Oh dear, oh dear, look at that shocked look in its eyes!.....Did you not already tell the meat yourself Janatha?....I’m so sorry I blurted it out like that, but everybody seems to have known about it except the meat!....

.......I almost feel a tear coming on, telling it so cruelly that your...five years...It was five years you told me wasn’t it?....That your five-year love affair with the meat is at an end....”

.......Between we girls, was it ever any good in bed?.......No don’t tell me, let me guess!......

.......Ooh look we’ve got tears! Look! Look! Do look ladies and gentlemen, the meat is crying!......How sad.......

.......It was so remiss of me to blurt out the facts like that. But truth is always best. And the truth is, I had never before realised that meat could possibly have emotions.....It must be worthy of scientific examination......My tentative conclusion would be, that we are witnessing an inbuilt reflex. I can’t possibly imagine it has any true feelings beyond those normally associated with the other lower animal forms.....”

“Lady Argoyle-Farquar I brought this as promised....”

“Ah....Excellent! Excellent!.....A generous supply of your stored-up wine.....your pretty piss! Well remembered Janatha! Well remembered indeed. As you’ll see I rather have my hands full with the leash on the meat.....If you would be so kind as to locate my husband.....and ask him to use a blender to mix a suspension of sea-salt in your golden pee? He’ll know the ratio. The room he prepares things in when indoors, is through the door over there which is slightly ajar, and then straight along the corridor......

.......You’re so kind....Would you like a thank you from the meat? Okay.....And, for this once, would you like to tell the meat what to do? I don’t mind for a one-off occasion.”

“Wave your tits for me Melina.....Wave your tits for me you fucking slag!!”

“......Do as you have been told! Swing your tits for the nice lady......!!”

<Scene 5>
The sobbing Melina is taken, alone with Georjayna plus one of Georjayna’s faithful maids, into the room Melina recognises through the shimmering shower-curtain of her tears, as that she blessed with her beauty on the morning she introduced herself to Sir Stannet. Melina’s soft very lightly freckled cheeks are stained with her gentle tears from her heart-rending treatment by her now ex-fiancée, Janatha. But, eventually, her sun out-sparkling green eyes no longer weep, they are wide with pain. Georjayna has begun Melina’s punishment for being apprehended trespassing on Sir Stannet’s estate. Melina still wears the tee-shirt. Her wrists are still cuffed behind her....Once Melina is in place, the guests are politely summoned by the trustworthy trustee maid, who has assisted in putting Melina in her present state.....The guests drift in.......

“My god, look at the legs on it! That is magnificent Georjayna. You have the muscles supremely tensioned. The wonderful fitness of her lovely legs has paid us supreme dividend. The calves are stretched beautifully. The calf muscles are splendidly erotically on display, the knees locked back with a consequent smooth transformation from lower leg to the thigh. And the reserve of understated power in the thighs is so evident. How is it done?”

“You wax so poetically Relphin. But I cannot dispute that the meat has a beautiful pair of legs on it. We are so used to seeing girls in high heels, that we can only fulfil our erotic desires by raising a girl’s heels as high as possible, with the wish daughter to the impossible, that they be raised forever even higher still.......

.......If you care to come nearer the platform.....Apologies for the vision in its mirrored surface....the filthy bitch is on its bleed of course, hence the vile red suppuration seeping from the lips of its otherwise rather lovely innocent-waxed cunt.....

.......the mirror enables one to see what the raised stance has done to the meat’s buttocks. You will no doubt enjoy, as do I, the way very appetising deep concave dimples have been formed in the sides of its buttocks by its legs being stretched to maximum of tiptoe. Even among so many, such as the female face and body, especially the breasts, the female buttocks have long been acknowledged as a highly-charged erotic zone. Thus tensed, such full yet very firm buttocks as the meat has, are even more charged with erotic power, deeply-side-dimpled and with their muscular might so wonderfully displayed. I think so, and I certainly hope you agree......

......As to the means employed to make the meat stand with its legs so magnificently tensioned....I would draw your attention to the two holes drilled in the mirrored-metal floor of this stage......And you will see that the bitch stands with its big toes down the holes, searching for a grip it cannot find, other than by curling them back to grasp the bottom inside edge of the holes, and that its other, rather pretty toes, remain facing forward and thus uncurled at floor level – the level of the dais it is stood upon.....We can therefore enjoy the meat suffering the pain of its smaller toes fighting to keep it upright.....with the alternative being a tumble that, depending in which direction, will certainly break or dislocate one or more of its big toes, or several of its smaller ones or both....

.......The precaution has been taken to have the smaller toes on each foot, covered over with an ‘MM’ bar. The double-M bar’s waves are individually sized to cover each smaller toe. The MM bars are, as you will see if you look closely, placed over the smaller toes and then screwed to the metal mirror plate at the MM’s ends, and between each toe. So the big toes are held in the holes, unless the meat wishes to break all its smaller toes in trying to escape......

....... And as additional incentive for the brainless slattern to keep its heels up so as to display its legs so agreeably sexily, you will see that behind its heels are a pair of upright needle-pointed nails, equivalent to nine-inch stiletto shoe heels. Each has a cross-bar half-an inch down from its pointed end, so that, should the meat decide to relax its feet, it will be stabbed in its heels, so that it ends up with a pair of perfect eight-and-a-half-inch stiletto uprights to wear as high heels!”

“I hope it’s painful enough for you so far slut!”

A brief round of applause breaks out.......

.....Thank you! Thank you so much! I do so love appreciation! But ladies and gentlemen there is much more to come, and the meat is going to face a challenge in holding itself upright thus, and thus choosing between the pain in its toes from holding that stance, with all the wonder it makes of its shapely legs.....Or falling so it will end up with one or more broken toes......Or letting its feet down, so that it puts on a nice relaxing pair of high heels!

.......But, before I go further, has anyone seen Stannie?....Oh there you are darling. It’s time to reveal its tits dear...... I’ve used scissors to cut a nick in the rear hem of its tee-shirt. If you tear the shirt up the back, it will first give us a full view of the meat’s rather splendid muscularly tensioned bum.....”

“Where do I start Georgie?”

“Right where you are my love. Just grip the hem of the tee-shirt.....

.......Now now now Stannie, you wicked lovely man, just keep your attention on the job in hand, not on its sexy legs!....

.......That’s it, the lovely sound of a girl being forcibly stripped and exposed.....Slowly darling.....Here, let me use the scissors on the collar, it’s too strong for you to tear.....There.....we can see its lovely bare bottom now....If there is anyone who would not want to give such a gorgeous backside a very hard slap, or, preferable more, then they are not only in the wrong room and the wrong house, they are in the wrong universe!.......

.......Hold it Stannie. Let me cut the sleeves......There now, you can slide it off...

.......Slowly Stannie, slowly......You’ll enjoy exposing them all the more if you savour the moment. Don’t worry about the meat’s feelings, slags don’t have any......

.......Don’t hurry to strip it Stannie darling. Let’s enjoy watching it suffering the pain from its toes.......

.......Oh well, that’s that. You’re always too eager Stannie!.......

.......Ladies and gentlemen, behold the meat’s tits!”

.......And Stannie, are they not just wonderful?! Are you pleased my love. Aren’t they........aren’t they big for such a little girl? And the nipples it’s got on them, redheads are so ghostly white: look at the consequent contrast of those huge coral-pink discs, and the perfect little mount fujis in their centres....Don’t they compel your eyes to admire them? Don’t they seem to look right into your soul as if they were eyes themselves? Are you pleased my darling husband.......Are they not just the most wonderful tits?......

“May I weigh them Georgie?”

“You like them heavy don’t you Stannie? Lift one and assess its poundage....go on....”

“They’re magnificent Georgie. Did you select her for her tits? Were you thinking of me when you picked her out from the other sluts in Kinklebe? She is such a big little girl! And they are all as nature intended them! Do you think we are talking a forty inch chest?....May I fetch the tape measure Georgie, and my balance scales to weigh them, so I can record them in my log, along with those of the maids?”......

“When we break for drinks Stannie. But do be careful darling. Remember, they are wild! They have been on the loose all its days. There is nothing as dangerous as a pair of beautiful tits on the loose. Did you not witness how they fascinated us all, when, despite my ordering it to stop doing it, it deliberately waved them side-to-side inside its shirt, when it was being introduced to our guests?.......

.......That is how they behave when they are wild....on the loose....That is how they hypnotise their prey, like the stoat is fabled to do in dancing in like manner in front of a rabbit!.....Fortunately, I was wise to the meat’s endeavours to mesmerise us all by swaying its tits, and thus, while we were distracted, make an escape! That’s why I had the cunning little bitch on a tight neck-chain!.......

.......Now.....Stannie darling, while I un-cuff at the rear, and then re-cuff its wrists in front of it, would you fetch and then lock the grip-bar in front of the meat for me...there’s a dear.....the waist-tall inverted ‘U’ one my love: the holes to take the two ends of the inverted U are ready made in the floor of this dais!.......

.......That’s the one Stannie. Slot it in place just as it is.....Thank you darling......

....... Now slag: since you have so unceremoniously, if, I’m afraid to say, in my decided view, entirely appropriately, been, er, ‘dumped’ by your fiancée; I, out of the kindness of my sweet heart, have found you a new sweetheart!......

.......I’ve found a new girlfriend for you! Now don’t look like that with those pretty green eyes! You’re such an attractive slag that she’s fallen in love with you already.......Love at first sight.....Aren’t you pleased that you can still stun the girls?!......

.......I’ll just get her out of her box so you can say ‘hello’ to her......

.......Here she is! Now isn’t she pretty?! No? Oh I think so......

.......She’s a bit butch admittedly; a bit of a bull-dyke you might say. Technically, she’s a bullwhip. And just to turn you on, including her handle but not the loop for my wrist, her vital statistics include a four-foot-long five-plaited-leather-strip leverage-end, and that is followed by another four-foot-long single leather strand business-end, which, because she is such an expensive girl, and doesn’t know the meaning of ‘excessive’ when she is out shopping and maxing-out her credit card, is studded at one-inch intervals, with genuine sparkling diamonds.....A ring of sharply-pointed genuine diamonds worn around her tongue at every inch......

.......Oh, by the way......you do allow a kiss on a first date don’t you?.....No? Oh dear.....oh dear..... then this could be.....what do the news website’s call it?.....Yes, that’s it....I recall now......’date rape’.....

......Oh, and by the way again......the whipping you are about to get, is part of, but somehow incidental to the trespass for which you’re being punished.......

.......I’m going to whip you also, because you are menstruating; because that is both very annoying to me, as well as being disgustingly filthy!.......

.......You can’t help it?! Of course you can’t....But that is no reason why you can’t be whipped for it, is it?!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, to aid the meat against a fall during the whipping I am prepared to be merciful. As you will see a bar has been put in place for the meat to grasp with those pretty hands......such pretty hands......

.......The meat is going to have its bare body flogged, just where it stands, and standing just as it is........The grab-rail will enable it to hold itself upright so that we can continue to enjoy its taut legs and tight clenched buttocks.....

......A moment please.....

.......Take the cover off of the grab-handle please Stannie.......

........Oooh look, it’s covered by spikes! Throughout the 360 degrees of its handle and uprights, the grab-rail is covered with quarter inch long spikes. Oh how is the poor slag to grip that? It will hurt those pretty hands!.......

......Still....there’s no helping it......I’m sure we have another grab-handle somewhere; but there’s no time to find it now....and I don’t think the meat really minds.....yet!......

.......Let me look at these lovely nipples.....Do you like it when I pass my thumbs over them like this?......I rather think you do you know!......No don’t close your lovely green eyes like that. Don’t turn your head away. You know you’re enjoying it. You know......You know that, despite being on your bleed, you’re full-on-girl and your body is mistress over your mind.....There now..... .....There now.....They’re betraying you.....Your nipples...your gorgeous nipples are being traitors! Let me let your massive tits go for a moment and walk a little behind and to the side of you.....”

THewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWHICK!!!

“.......Oh dear oh dear, those pretty little hands.....do the spikes in the grab-handle hurt that much.....Oh, sorry.....I see.......your eyes say it was the lash.....Let me give you something to distract you from the pain.....”

THewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWHICK!!!

“It’s not your lucky day is it, slag?! Or then again, is it? At least you can have the benefit from my being ambidextrous....”

THewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWHICK!!!

“Such pretty tears....careful they don’t wash off those darling little freckles.....”

THewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWHICK!!!

“I’m sorry your back is bleeding so badly!”

THewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWHICK!!!

“I suppose these trickles of blood are your red tears: these trickles from your whip-welts and the seep of your monthly menses from your filthy cunt!”

THewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWHICK!!!

“You know, according to the fashion pages I was reading online just this very morning, stripes are very ‘in’ this year! Apparently, they’re all the rage in Paris.”

THewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWHICK!!!!

“Let me guess. You want me to whip you till you look like a zebra: yes?!”

THewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWHICK!!!!

But I’m whipping you with my alternating hands, and I’ve never seen a zebra with a criss-cross striped back before, or one with blood-red stripes!”

THewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWHICK!!!

“Did that catch the side of your right titty darling?! Oh I am sorry!”

THewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWHICK!!!!!

“Ooh: that was a particularly good one wasn’t it? You know, you’d have been wiser not to keep taking your pretty hands off the rail between each stroke. I dread to think what it must have done to those slender fingers!.......You poor thing, your hands are really bleeding.......But I can’t be expected to do two things at once. I’m quite busy enough whipping the skin off your back!”

THewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWHICK!!!!!!

“There: that will do for starters.....

........Do you like the new high heels you are wearing?! Painful aren’t they? I’ve never stood on a nine-inch nail myself. You are a clumsy slag. Fancy letting your feet fall so as to let two nails stab you at once: clumsy....so clumsy....

.......Stop crying you slut!!.......

Let’s have a look at those lovely nipples again.......Your breasts are quite a handful.....

.......There now, the thumbs are in play to and fro across your nipples. You love that don’t you dear?!.......

.......I must say, your new girlfriend doesn’t lack for passion.....All those kisses on your bare back on your very first date!......You know: speaking as an older and wiser girl, I rather think you were behaving like an easy lay!.......

.......I’m not at all surprised of course. But letting her get her way like that: it’s as if ,on a first date, she’d already got her hand in your panties!.......But that’s a foolish remark come to think of it; because I don’t suppose a slut like you would wear panties even on a first date!.......

.....Does your back really hurt darling? I do so hope so!....I’m afraid you’ve had to pay, not only for your new girlfriend’s randiness, but also for her expensive taste. I fear your back is proof positive that sometimes, diamonds are not a girl’s best friend....”

.......And nor it seems are your nipples: just look how excited they are!......

.....Would you like an orgasm? Would that relieve your pain....Would a cum relieve your pain?......Just nod if you want me to make you cum....

.......Ooh look! Look ladies and gentlemen! Did you see that? The meat wants a cum!! Can you believe it!! It wants me to feel inside its bleed to find its filthy clitoris and excite it to a cum! As if I would! Even the thought is nauseating: urgh, yuerkh: how horrible! And such outrageous audacity from mere meat!!.”

“Janatha.....would you like to do a kindness for your ex-girlfriend.....your dumped fiancée? Vinegar as ointment for her back followed by a salve? You’ll find the vinegar....just behind you.....Stannie will hand you the container, if you’d be kind enough to bring it up here......Put the gloves on first my dear......

.......Oh deary deary me: what have you there in your other hand Janatha? That’s not the ointment...the salve.....Stannie, you gave Janatha the bucket instead of the ointment my love!.......

......Oh well, it will just have to do......On its back Janatha please, vinegar first....Then work the salve in well so it can work its cure......It will hurt of course.....But that is only to be expected when whip welts are treated with pure vinegar and then sea-salt marinated in your delightful piss!”.....

As Melina’s eyes stream with tears from her dreadful pain, Janatha pours vinegar over Melina’s whipped-raw back, and then amateurishly but literally, rubs salt into the vicious wounds from Melina’s preliminary whipping, while Georjayna steps off the stage to applause....

“.......Wicked.....So deliciously cruel.......You are a cruel woman Georjayna, and that is why you are so beautiful!”

“Thank you Relphin....What can a girl say in response to that?.....I have a gentle side too you know.....It never shows where the lower orders are concerned of course, but that is only right and proper.”

“Stannie, would you organise Bolynda to take orders for refreshments.....Ah there she is.....just on time.... Bolynda please take orders for my guest’s choice of drinks: thank you.”

“Marvellous Georjayna! Just perfectly marvellous!”

“Margala, you’re very kind.....”

“Drinks next door everybody!....You too Janatha......Leave the meat. It’s hardly going to run away.....”

“The arching of her back every time the bullwhip cut her, and the even tighter clenching of her exquisite buttocks when the whip drove her forward, and then immediately afterwards when she fought to ease the pain: the dimples it formed in her lovely bum cheeks, despite that she’d fallen back and taken the half-inches of nail into her heels, so she ended up wearing the nail-stilettos.....such an erotic sight.....Oh and, after every stroke, her tits swinging like church bells as if to ring out the beauty of a gorgeous girl under the kiss of the bitter lash, though they couldn’t wring out her pain.....”

“You too are being very poetically today Margala!.....And I must remember to thank your sister once more for the silencing gag down the meat’s throat. So far, it has worked perfectly....”

<Scene 6>
After a while with her guests at drinks, Georjayna Argoyle-Farquar returns to the room in which she has just whipped Melina on her naked back. She is joined there by her husband, Sir Stannet. The drinkers take their refreshment in the knowledge that something, or rather someone, is being prepared next door. Sounds from where Melina is, include something, two things ‘clunky’ dropped on the floor, and perhaps a struggle and some hammering?

Sir Stannet comes out of the room and back to the drinkers. He leaves the door he has come through wide open. Georjayna follows him back to be among her guests once more, about one minute later.

A considerable while more, and Melina walks in, very slowly. Melina is dressed for a night down-town chasing after the girls. She wears a garish all-too-youthful lime-green crop-top apparently a tee-shirt ‘ripped’ short at its hem. It barely covers her very ample breasts. Her fit firm midriff is bare. Hugging half-down her hips, is an equally ‘too-young-by-far’ for her scarlet lycra ruffle-micro-skirt that would not in the least challenge a seeker after the truth about the colour of her panties. And she wears a snow-white thong, so tiny it would be a challenge seeming likely to lead to defeat, to put it on a child’s toy doll let alone this real doll. The crutch of the thong is anointed red by her continuing monthly bleed.

Melina’s slender wrists are once more cuffed behind her. Her supremely cream-white legs are bare. On her feet she is wearing strappy-sandal type circular-platform shoes. The platforms are so tall, she has to duck her ravishing red curls under the doorway between the rooms.

Not only are her circular platforms massive – one-foot-deep and the same in diameter in fact - they are also extremely heavy, as they would be expected to be, since they comprise logs: the logs of a tree on which she is mounted on the circular-end-profiles, where the tree rings show her platforms are more than her sweet young womanhood in age.

A quick glance shows that her big toes are down holes drilled in the log-platforms, just as they had been when she was fixed to the dais in the neighbouring room and whipped. MM-brackets again cover over her smaller toes, and have been screwed to the log-platforms to grip those toes.

Melina no longer wears the eight-and-a-half-inch-high stiletto-nail-heels she ‘adopted’ during her whipping. Instead, to hold her up and maximise the erotic shaping of her very lovely very white very smooth legs, she is supported by steep wooden wedges mounted atop her log-platforms: wedges rising at seventy degrees from immediately behind her toes.

Individual patent-leather straps around each of her shapely ankles, anchor her to metal hoops driven into the logs at the immediate rear of each steep wedge: presumed by the guests to be the source of one of the sounds they had heard just before: the hammering.

Melina’s pretty face is contorted with pain: not just from her bullwhipping and the subsequent vinegaring and salting of her wounds, which still hurt and sting horribly, nor just from her torn hands where she gripped the rail in front of her while she was flogged.

Once Melina is in the room where the guests are gathered, Georjayna takes on a new character part in the erotic torture of Melina: this one, unlike the first, not her own......

“Oh there you are young lady; and about time too! It’s good of you to condescend to join us. I suppose you want to be out and about on the town, getting drunk, and falling into bed with the first girl who picks you up in one of the dancehalls. Honestly Melina, I despair of you sometimes!.......

.......Come and join us dear. At least we can enjoy your company for a while, before you skip off into the night and stay out until the early hours yet again.....You won’t find us that bad company, or ‘boring!’ as you so often put it in your all too frequent petulant moods. I ought to whip you more often little lady. You have become quite the spoilt little madam!.......

.......While you were no doubt making yet more of a mess in your bedroom for me to tidy up, since you never do or ever will, I’ve made up my mind. Indeed I’ve just changed my mind. I’ve just now decided that you’re not going out unless and until I say so. You will stay at this little party and assist me in looking after our guests. Note that, Melina: ‘our’ guests. It is about time you took more responsibility. It is also about time you grew up and played your part in this household. So you will not go traipsing off down town until I say you can. Is that clear?!.....

.......You had better do as you are told little lady, or I will whip you again!......

.......What’s this?! What are those shoes you’ve got on! Just look at them! Young lady, you’d do anything to disobey. I know you have to keep up with the other girls, spending a fortune on makeup, the tiniest of tiny panties, minuscule miniskirts, revealing tops, and outrageously expensive shoes with heels that would cripple you if you fell off them!.......

.......I mean, for example, what exactly were you doing in the eight-and-a-half-inch nail-stilettos I caught you wearing next door not long ago?.......

.......No don’t answer that. I’ve heard enough of your lies! But you’re not going out wearing shoes like those you’ve now got on now......

.......I just don’t know where the world is going with you little miss.....To wear shoes like those! Well, all I can say to you, young madam, is that, it might be the latest fashion, but if they hurt you....I know it’s cruel for me to say it.....but I’m glad!”

“You young girls these days!....There’s no use in your elders saying anything to you! You just won’t wear sensible shoes! What are those you’ve got on going to do to your feet? You only get issued with one pair of feet in life Melina.......

.......Oh what’s the use of me going on at you? I might as well talk to a brick wall!”

“Georjayna darling, you’re up to something I just know you are. What is it? Give us a clue.....

.......Oh my god!! Oh my god!!! How wonderfully exquisitely cruel! Oh my god!! Oh god!! You’ve nailed her to her shoes! You’ve nailed the little bitch to her shoes!!”

“Right in one Anistata.....or two if you count both of its rather pretty feet! The nails go through the foot and the ready-made hole through the wedge-sole on top of the platform, to nail the slag and the wedge as one to the log-platforms......The bitch is, therefore, in effect, nailed directly to the log-platforms.......

.....We had the devil’s own job finding nails with flat heads large enough.....But my wonderful Stannie came up with some in the end.....”

“......Now you will be staying with us and joining our little party Melina darling, be a good girl, borrow one of the trays from the servants, and take our guests’ drink orders.....Do you think you can do that little thing for me sweetheart?......

.......And only ever carry one drink on your tray at a time darling, we mustn’t risk you spilling any on our nice new carpet must we....?!”

At a signal from Georjayna made behind Melina’s back, the guests spread themselves around the spacious room, purposely making Melina have to walk further in her drink-fetching duties....

“You have brought out the muscularity of her lovely legs wonderfully Georjayna! The weighty platforms she is nailed to, enhance the calves and superbly demonstrate the power of a girl’s thighs.....And her legs are raised so steeply by the wedges, that she still has those devastatingly delicious concaves in the sides of her buttocks..... And, obviously it is in the nature with redheads, but, your excellent work with the bullwhip besides, her body is so smooth and so very ghostly white, the legs by no means least......

“I am glad her shoes please you Relphin. What do you think of the choice of clothes? Suitably sluttish?!”

“The perfect finishing touch. I bow to your artistry Georjayna!.......When she comes over this way, I wish to inspect her welts.....They look so wonderful on her! I see she still has blood seeping.”

“Ah yes, it’s not wearing a sanitary pad to sop up its monthly.....”

“I was also meaning through the back of her top.....”

“Quite so....”

“Have you tried to imagine the agonising pain of lifting those huge logs through means of having your feet nailed to them: lifting them with nailed feet and battened-down toes?!”

“Relphin, you sweet man, if I didn’t know it would be incredibly painful as well as insultingly demeaning for the meat, I would not have nailed its feet to the logs.....

.......One moment please Relphin.......

.......Melina, sweetheart, you mustn’t shuffle your feet like that. Pick them up properly darling, there’s a good girl.......You’ll never find the other girls even looking at you if you slop around like that!.....

.......And do I espy two drinks on that tray my love? If you remember, we did agree you would only ever carry one drink at a time. Take one of them back to the bar darling. We don’t want any spillages my little angel.”

“She is so obedient! The torture is exceptionally erotic Georjayna. The poor girl must be enduring purgatory with her feet nailed so brutally beautifully, but what a leg display it is affording us, every muscle and sinew in her lovely snow-white legs is challenged to the utmost. If there were a Nobel for erotic torture, you would surely win it outright Georjayna!”

“You are too kind Decilda. As a return of compliment, though I fear it is an inadequate one compared with the one you have just voiced about my comparatively humble efforts, I must congratulate and thank you once more, for finalising the ball and tube gag for the meat.”

“You’re most welcome Georjayna, it’s but a minor contribution.....

.......She’s walking across the room again....You know, I was always before today more a tits-girl than a leg lover, but you’ve made me a total convert! I just can’t take my eyes off their beauty under the stress they are in from your choice of torture!”

“A moment....just one moment....sorry Decilda......

.....Sweetheart, I know you can move a lot quicker than that....I hope I don’t detect another of your sulks coming on.....There’s a good young lady over here who is yet to have you take her order, let alone receive her drink.....Do hurry on dear....Remember, a job worth doing is worth doing properly......

......Yes, I can see from your eyes that your shoes hurt your feet and your toes very badly darling. But you young girls will make yourselves slaves to fashion! I have tried to persuade you to buy sensible shoes. The ones you’ve got on were your choice, sweetness......

.......Ah, at last Melina....what’s taken you so long my precious? It’s only a short trip from here to the bar.......

.......Would you care for one of your Irish Whiskeys Decilda?”

“That would be perfect Georjayna. Thank you.”

“With ice......No that’s okay.....No hurry to decide, I’m sure my darling Melina won’t mind making two trips to the bar if you decide on ice after all.....will you precious?.....

.......Irish Whiskey for the doctor, and do try to be a little quicker Melina.....I can see at least two guests waving empty glasses that need your attention......

.......Walk properly darling......pick your feet up when you walk.....you’ll ruin your lovely new shoes if you don’t pick your feet up properly. You need to mend your ways, little lady. You’re not so old yet, that I can’t give you another good whipping!.......

.......If you will be so kind as to excuse me Decilda.....I must circulate....Your father is coming over to join you....Oh, that sounds bad! I’m not saying I wish to move on because your father is coming this way.....”

“Sir Lansfarn I was just about to try and locate Stannie. What do you think of the show......Oh sorry there’s Stannie...please excuse me.....I’ll be back promptly?”

“I was about to say to Georjayna how sexily Melina’s legs are displayed.....

.......What’s that smile for Decilda?”

“To paraphrase: ‘like daughter like father’.....”

“How do you mean?

“Legs daddy......I agree about the legs......I told Georjayna already that the legs are displayed perfectly”

Georjayna crosses the room to talk to a guest Melina is carrying a drink for on her tray. Both Georjayna and the guest, a newcomer, Emibold Fenton, are indulging quiet enjoyment of Melina’s struggle to walk and evidently increasing pain from her toes and the nails driven through her lovely feet.......

“Emibold, how lovely that you have made it here. ‘Better late than never’ they say. Now you have your refreshment. I’m not sure if you have been introduced before, or not. But this is the little minx for whom I act as guardian........

.......Curtsey to the gentleman Melina.......

NO! I don’t call that a curtsey. Do you want another whipping? I am more than willing! Or are you going to curtsey properly?.......

.......NO! That is not good enough and you know it. If you choose to wear such heavy platform shoes it is your fault. As I keep repeating, thus making it no less true, you are a slave to fashion Melina: that’s what you are my girl. And it serves you right that you are paying for it with your pain........

.......NO! Curtsey again, and do it properly this time: you know you know how to. Are you just being awkward on purpose? Did that whipping I gave you earlier teach you no respect? All the money we are wasting on your expensive girls’ school, and they don’t even teach the pupils there to curtsey properly! I just knew it was a mistake sending you to a school where they have abolished corporal punishment!.......

.......And while you’re here Melina, as a ‘by-the-way’, what is all this tittle-tattle I’ve heard about you trespassing on Sir Stannet Argoyle-Farquar’s estate?......

........Good. Just on time Sir Stannet! Thank you for joining us. I was just asking Melina here, about the rumour she was seen trespassing on your land. Is there any truth in it?”

“Yes Georgie.....”

“Stannie! You’ve forgotten that you are playing a part! But never mind dear, that will have to do.....

....... That word, the word of a knight of the realm, is, as it should of course be, good enough for me.......

.......You are a total ingrate Melina! I’ve a good mind.....

.......Trespassing indeed. Whatever is the world coming to. Will you never learn to be a good girl?! Is that what they taught you in school?!.....

.......I’ve had enough of you! I tell you now young lady, I’m going to take you outside and give you ‘what for’ and you are not going to like it!”.......

.......Get into that room!...the one you came out of in those ludicrous clothes and ridiculous shoes....and be quick about it girl!.......

......And I’ll tell you one more thing, you stroppy little madam......I wouldn’t like to be in your shoes when I come to deal with you next door!”

The gentle tears from Melina’s sad green eyes wash her soft cheeks and give a shine to her pretty freckles. In agony from her tortured toes, amid a symphony without sympathy of wailing laughter at Georjayna’s cruel little joke, Melina struggles to walk back on the ever heavier seeming log-platform shoes to which her feet are nailed, to the neighbouring room and a hope of respite she is somehow sure she is not going to get......

<Scene 7>
After an interval, at Georjayna’s invitation, to witness justice continuing to be carried out on Melina for her being caught trespassing on Sir Stannet’s estate, the whole party, hosts and guests, gather in the room where pretty redhead Melina was bullwhipped,......

“Lend me a hand stripping it please Stannie......Okay, okay, I can see the look in your eyes. At least let me get its handcuffs off before you take its top off so you can look at its tits again....You have a single-minded obsession Stannie!”

“But not a single obsession Georgie; there are, after all, two of them, and she’s got a pair of beauties!”

“How about leaving that microscopic white thong on her: not to leave her with any dignity, but because it looks so deliciously sexy!”

“But Emibold, its crotch is turning red with the meat’s monthly bleed seeping into it.”

“All the more symbolic of the girl’s sacrifice?”

“Well....okay......agreed, the thong can stay, though it’s so tiny it looks as if it could rip and fall off at any moment!......

......Just throw the skirt and top in that basket, and one of the maids will burn them.....unless anyone wants them for a souvenir....Perhaps you might like them Janatha, to remind you of your lost love....eh? he-he!”

“We could certainly sell her thong on O-bey Lady Georjayna”

“Another good idea! Thank you Janatha.......”

........Right bitch....See that tree trunk held horizontally on the two X upright steel frames over there....as if even someone as stupid as you could fail to notice it?......

.......You will walk over to the middle of it, the middle as you face it now, and you will squat down on your haunches under it......Do you suppose you can manage that very simple task, slag....!!?.......

.......And rest assured, you’re not being told to do a sit just so we can all admire your creamy-white smooth thighs when you squat......Though we will of course enjoy continuing to use your body to get off on you....”

For fear of the diamond studded bullwhip Georjayna continues to hold, carrying it casually coiled causally a cruel snake in her left hand, Melina struggles over to the huge tree trunk walking in the hugely heavy platform shoes to which her pretty feet are nailed, and then giving symmetry to simultaneous sighs as she lowers herself to a squat and displays the massive size of her wonderful thighs when her shapely legs are folded.

Sans its branches, but with bark intact, the tree trunk is held horizontally in the receptive embrace of a pair of solid stolid sturdy steel x-frames. The strength of the frames is needed, for, because its purpose is meaningfully mean in the means for which it will be used, the log is of no mean weight. A comparison by flicked eye from the huge shoes Melina is nailed to, to the trunk, shows that the platforms of her shoes are off-cuts from the same tree. The gentle little redhead squats under the hefty trunk, a log twice as heavy as her own dainty poundage, and thus gives magnificent massivity to her superb cream-white flawlessly smooth strong thighs: the thighs on which her enormously generous soft-firm coral-pink-nippled breasts press and caress as she breathes the oxygen necessary for the continuance of her breathtaking beauty’s existence: the exquisite beauty of a redhead girl.

“There now sweetheart, you can do as your told when you try, can’t you?.....

.......now lift that log on your shoulders darling and carry it down the garden for your kindly Uncle Stannie......

THewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWHICK!!!

......Lift it you bitch or I’ll strip even more of the lovely flesh off your girly-curved back!......”

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“Oh my god just look at the weight of it! She’ll never lift it on those slim shoulders!”

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“Every stripe is making her back bleed!”

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“Lift it you fucking bitch!”

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A cheer echoes cruelly in Melina’s ears as her surprising strength, the strength of a girl, slowly raises her up on the platform shoes to which she is nailed, with her slender gold-down blessed ghost-white complexioned forearms held forward, and then wrapped back around the huge log so her very feminine invisible biceps help her shoulders and neck hold the tree trunk from falling over her head or rolling down her bowed back.

The log, as long as little Melina is tall, is now held by her pretty arms and slender neck in place of the supporting x-frames which Sir Stannet quickly removes. Her sweet red-curl-caressed head is bowed, as the tree trunk presses down on her neck so that her sparkling green eyes must admire her swinging tits with their hot-coral pink nipples pointing the way she must progress. As she initially stands with the brutal weight born aloft at last, her supremely shapely legs are as rigid as they are beautiful and as beautiful as they are strong.

“There you are. You can make yourself useful if you try my sweetness!!”

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“Now darling, carry the trunk out of the house and down the garden please. There’s a good girl. I know you want to be a good girl really. Your new girlfriend will help you along!”

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“She loves to kiss your pretty bottom”

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“Now don’t you start crying Melina, there’s nothing for you to cry for!”

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“Walk darling or I’ll have to make your beautiful bum bleed even more!”

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“You’ll never get it through the doorway like that sweetheart! Turn sideways and bend at the knee. Here....let me help you!”

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“There that helped didn’t it?!”

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“Down the path heartsease! Carry the tree trunk down the path for your dear Uncle Stannie!”

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“Your new girlfriend is very passionate. Now we’re outside she can caress your bare bum as often and as hard as she really wants to!”

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“Don’t stagger darling, we wouldn’t want the tree trunk to get damaged, now would we?!”

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“Well, if you will stick your pretty bum out like that, and go around nearly naked everywhere, with just those tiny panties on, what do you expect a passionate girl like your new girlfriend to do?”

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“You know, I think she’s trying to whip that provocative thong you are almost wearing right off you!”

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“Lift your feet darling. I know that tree trunk is heavy, but we must keep proper deportment and not shuffle mustn’t we?!”

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“Don’t shuffle your feet please darling, you’ll ruin your nice new shoes!”

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“Steady....We mustn’t drop the tree trunk must we sweetheart?!”

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“Pick your feet up darling! I won’t tell you again!”

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“Come on now sweetness, we’re not even halfway there yet!”

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“It looks awfully heavy I hope you can’t stand the weight!”

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“You’re perspiring dearest heart, I thought you kept yourself fit?!”

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“Aren’t you pleased your nice Uncle Stannie has given you a useful task to do during your school vacation?!”

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“You nearly let it go then sweetheart....surely you don’t want to have to go back to the beginning and start all over again?!”

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“It’s so good to have you at home Melina. This is much better for you than your being down town being chased by the girls again isn’t it?!

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“Gosh! Did that one really hurt?! I’m so sorry. Try this one instead!”

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“Oh that must be so undignified! You’ve lost your panties now! I’m afraid that if they can’t be stitched at home, you’re going to be in deep trouble darling. I’m going to have to dock your spending money to pay for their mending!”

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“There now, look. Your kindly uncle Stannie has put the supports you lifted the log from inside the house, in their new place at the end of the garden path. Only fifty yards to go now!”

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“Don’t bend forward like that angel: please remember the log you’re carrying!!”

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“What a good girl you can be when you try my darling. You deserve an award for being so good!”

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“Nearly there now sweetness! But we mustn’t forget our deportment must we?!”

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“You have beads of perspiration on your gorgeous freckles. Is that tree trunk across your soft shoulders really that heavy?!”

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“You nearly stumbled then darling. Do be careful!”

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“You know: you’ve got blood running all down your gorgeous legs! I wonder how that came about?

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“I suppose if you will wiggle your bum so provocatively darling!”

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“If you’d been honest with me sweetness, and told me about the trespass, it might have saved you from all this!”

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“Steady, steady, don’t fall over darling!”

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“I won’t remind you again about not ruining your lovely new shoes! Pick up your feet please sweetheart!”

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“You’re being such a good girl. I may let you go down town tomorrow to see if you can whip up some interest from the other girls!”

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“I know you’re in the middle of your bleed week darling, but that’s just a little nuisance we girls have to put up with!”

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“There’s no need for you to stay at home with your nice Uncle Stannie and me, just because you’re menstruating darling!”

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“Okay, you’re quite right....the other girls won’t come within a ten mile radius of you while you’re bleeding....so perhaps you’re right to help out in the garden like this in the meantime....”

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At long last the brutally whipped Melina is able to drop the huge log onto the x-frames. Those frames have been raised such that the redhead angel can lower the log into them while still stood with stooped shoulders. From her savagely flogged buttocks, their soft unblemished smoothness ripped by the diamond studded bullwhip’s vicious tongue, trickles of blood are contributory to tributaries becoming a river flowing the backs of her strong thighs and the taut contours of her highly arched calves. Her sweet face is lightly delightfully flushed by the girlful effort of carrying the huge tree trunk on her shoulders. Her pretty green eyes glow with the sweet sincerity of her desire to please, a desire derived from her lovely nature and not in need of being driven by the wanton whipping of her naked body. She looks around for signs of mercy, and see’s only eyes and the O-bey cameras lusting for her, and for seeing that body further whipped.

Even as she still cradles the huge tree trunk on her soft shoulders; those shoulders torn grazed and bleeding from the rub of its rough bark, her wrists are tethered with white silk ropes, her slender arms taken around the log just as she had held it like a babe when she carried it, and the ropes tied off so as to begin to give the tree trunk a permanence of burden she must bear, bare and flogged as she is.

Nailed to her log platform shoes, Melina stands on wonderfully shapely legs with the evidence of her supreme femininity, a dropule of menses blood wavering to shed another of the continuing tears of her monthly womanly consequence incontinence, un-stanched from her innocent love-mouth’s ‘labia’ labelled lips: lips as passionate as those filled by her silencing gag.

She stands now before a rigid square-profiled wooden upright, Sir Stannet’s so-called ‘washing line holder’, rooted firmly in concrete in the ground at the end of the path of sorrow she has just been whipped down. It comes to just below the flow of her slim neck, where she leans, bowed forward by her brutal burden.

“Pass me the tool and those two too please Stannie......

.....We mustn’t let you continue to hold up that heavy tree trunk without any help my darling. I’m so sorry I’ve been so neglectful. Here, let me make you more uncomfortable. Let me nail your wrists to it!”

To cheers and, at last once more, to Melina’s soft tears, Georjayna nails Melina to the log, driving the flat-headed steel nails through Melina’s slender wrists, and then untying the ropes so that Melina is nailed to what she has been whipped into carrying and now cannot drop. Bent forward cruelly like a crone, poor Melina, her brutally whipped body bleeding still, leans forward as the supports are taken away, and she once more bears aloft her brutal weight alone.

“Step forward my angel and let the penal-upright caress your cleavage.....

......A little more......That’s it sweetheart, so that your pretty titties are divided by the upright....... Hold that tree trunk up darling, we don’t want it to make you fall over backwards do we now?....

......That’s it.....Now let me caress those incredible nipples. You love it when I gently cross over them with my thumbs don’t you?.....No.....no need to answer my darling, I can see it in your eyes.....in your closed eyes.....You love having your nipples caressed don’t you my sweetness and light....They’re as much a girl as the rest of you. And.... look... look.....they’re loving it....they love to be touched like this. Their arousal is instantaneous darling......Your body is so sensitive, and yet it has taken such a whipping even to begin to teach you to be a good girl......

......But since you are being such a good girl at least for the moment, we’re going to help you hold that tree trunk up.....

.....Look. See this? There are two of them. No.....don’t be silly sweetness; there’s no prize for guessing why there are two......

.......Look. It’s just an ordinary softwood batten, nine-inches long, three-inches wide, and half-an-inch deep. Mmmmm? ‘What are they for?’ did you ask? I’ll show you in a moment. Patience darling, don’t spoil your good behaviour by being brattish again, I won’t hesitate to whip you if you start to be a naughty girl once more......It seems to be the only thing you understand......

.......Now, you may not have noticed that this one, oh and the other one of course, has a hole drilled right through its middle on the three-inch wide by nine-inch long side...... mmmmm? Clever that isn’t it? Look closely. Stannie loves his work as much as he loves big tits....

.....No Melina.... don’t take it like that...We don’t all of us believe that ‘the bigger her tits the more stupid the girl’.....I mean, if that saying were true, even you couldn’t possibly be as stupid as your tits would then convey that you must be.... A girl can have big tits and not be completely stupid. You prove that that isn’t entirely true of course, but you’re not quite as stupid as your tits are stupendous darling......

......Now to get back to the subject.....And don’t you dare try to divert me again young lady or I’ll give you another taste of the whip......To get back to how we’re going to help you hold up that heavy tree trunk we’ve had your wrists nailed to.....

........Oh, and did I say.....keep this to yourself Melina, I think they didn’t really mean you to know...but as your friend I’ll give you the whisper....You are going to have to hold that log aloft for twenty-four hours.....!

.....No....look...be fair....you’ve been a very very naughty girl, trespassing on Sir Stannet’s estate and trying to steal eggs.....I know they’re good for your figure and you are very shapely and wish to stay that way, just as we all want you to do so too....But stealing is very naughty Melina....

......Now what was I saying?....Oh yes, you’ve got to hold that tree trunk up for twenty four hours as punishment for being a naughty girl... Mmmmm? Oh the whipping. Well yes, of course the whipping was for being a naughty girl too. But the whipping is hardly punishment for a girl who has been as naughty as you have sweetness now is it.......be fair?....... Mmmmm?

Pardon?...........Oh ‘The help for you to hold that hugely heavy tree trunk aloft?’ Oh yes; silly me, I was almost forgetting to tell you the important bit.....

.......Well now, we need to do something there, and this batten...and that one too making two....Well, I tell you what Melina, out of kindness....No really and truly....I can be kind, and I’m going to show you just how kind I can be....

........Out of kindness and to help you hold up that tree trunk for twenty four hours standing in those platform shoes you are nailed to, you’re going to be nailed to this upright wooden post by your tits......

........Now don’t you look at me like that precious one! This is for your own good. If I had been as naughty as you have been Melina, I would think that to be fixed to a wooden post for twenty four hours by having my tits nailed to it, was the least I deserved.......

......If you were being honest with yourself sweetheart, you’d admit that you should thank us for nailing you to this post by your tits, shouldn’t you?.....Let’s be truthful about this my angel mmmm?......

......No darling, sometimes one has to be cruel to be kind. I mean, if we are not going to nail you to this wooden upright by your tits, how are you ever going to learn to be a good girl?.....

......No....No...sweetheart, there’s no need to thank me....

.....It won’t take long.....See...Stannie has the first batten and is slipping the flat headed nail through its readymade hole.....

.......Now then Melina...your choice my darling......would you prefer your right or your left tit to be nailed to the post first mmmm?.....Don’t mind which?....No?....

.....Now look Melina......I won’t warn you again about your attitude! Showing that you don’t mind which tit is nailed first is one thing, but signalling with those gorgeous green eyes that you don’t care....well what kind of answer is that from a girl who is supposed to be learning not to be naughty mmmm?....I’m going to have to whip you again for that darling....It’s for your own good you know!......

........Now I’m going to grip your right tit hard by the nipple and stretch it out forward....like this...Ooh sorry does that hurt?.....well it won’t last long....come on Stannie nail her right tit to the post....that’s it, drive the nail right through the tit till the batten with its long side parallel with the upright post flattens the pretty tit at its base and she can’t move......There now the nail is going through your tit and your tit is now being nailed to the wood and the batten will keep your soft flesh nailed.....we could call it ‘tit crucifixion’ couldn’t we sweet-love mmmm?

.....Well done Stannie....now the left tit to match.....that’s it darling, nail through the hole in the batten, and then through her tit, to nail her tit firmly to the upright....

.......A few more taps on the left tit’s nail darling, so it bulbs out to match the right one.....There we are. Now that didn’t hurt much did it sweetness?.....

......Now you mustn’t bend at those pretty knees or fall backwards holding that tree trunk or you’ll rip your lovely tits and we wouldn’t want that, even if you have been such a naughty girl as to be caught trespassing and stealing eggs....

.....Now, I’m afraid I’m going to have to whip those lovely legs darling.....You just concentrate on your nailed tits......

THewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWHICK!!!!!!!!!

“Steady now, don’t bend those knees, remember your poor nailed titties!”

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“If only you had listened to me before you became such a stroppy little madam sweetness, none of this would have been necessary!”

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“You legs are trembling darling. Let me warm them up a little!”

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“Don’t arch back like that my love, you’re pulling on your nailed titties!”

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“And when this punishment is over, I want you to go to Sir Stannet’s estate and apologise for trespassing darling!”

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“You’re such a nice girl really, that I’m sure you would wish to do that!”

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“And have some manners when you go there to say ‘sorry’, don’t forget to thank them for punishing you for doing it!”

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“If this whip damages the post your tits are nailed to darling: I’m afraid I’m going to have to dock your spending money to pay for the repairs!”

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“Look on the bright side sweetness and light, at least now you’ve been thoroughly whipped, nobody need be embarrassed by your standing there naked and openly menstruating so disgustingly....!”

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“There now, I hope that’s very painful for you.....

......Mmmmm? ‘Finished?’ oh no, don’t be a silly little girl....You’re going to get ten more lashes every hour on the hour for the twenty four hours.....We don’t want to encourage you to become naughty again do we my precious?.....”

<Scene 8>
At the depth of night, the distant house a ghost-galleon on the flowing falling rising rolling hillocks beside the path poor Melina was whipped every step along down to where she now stands ‘crucified’ by her tits, as crickets click in humid darkness, a coincidentally colourfully timeous midnight-black beauty with lips and fire-flamed devil-brown eyes redolent of the ready passion she comprises in whole and in part, stands quietly anticipatorily in front of Melina, who’s beautiful brutalised snow-white redhead’s body she has once more just whipped....

.......In the silence, in her silence, in the whispers of the breeze seeking to bathe and soothe the fires from her wickedly whipped savagely salted tit-‘crucified’ body, sweet Melina releases a ruby red droplet which teeters, momentarily wavering Oporto-red in the pallid moonlight, before its gathering reaches the critical mass of a gentle red teardrip to teardrop and plash onto the unworthy earth more of her mooncycle sacrifice: her monthly penance for being that which is far and above and beyond any other of god’s most wonderful of all  creations, the only true wonder of the universe: a girl....

......Then black beauty is quietly joined by white, and lips are eagerly conjoined and sighs remark love’s old and new spark as the moon hears a moan that the two girls mistake for one of their own while their longing takes throne and their very souls are only for each other....

....... Time is suspended for enraptured mortals lost in the highest love, that of girl for her natural mate, girl. An hour of passion passes in love’s song sung amid a longing tone moan alone from a third quarter for whom there has been no quarter, which the two bewitched lovers with eyes only for each other and ears in which sweet lavender language is lavished by loving longing tongues, do not hear till....

“What was that my darling; that sort of ongoing ‘whinnying’ noise?” a sweet voice, all eyes only for her black love and her love only for the stunningly gorgeous Georjayna, whispers almost silently for fear something disturbing is abroad in the wooded enclave before which Melina stands tit-crucified.....

“That?....Oh nothing that matters. I’d guess the filthy slut has been getting off on watching us kissing and having a massive cum......

......Look you go and get undressed for bed darling, then we can make love in front of Sir Stannet...You know how much, now his own love is impotent, my darling husband enjoys watching you and I simulate the real love we share when he is not there. He is such a darling man he deserves an award. He’ll be waiting up to watch we two too.....

.......Talking of watching girls make love, nobody gave this slag permission to do so did they? Her hourly ten lashes are due.....Overdue if she’s that randy still.....Even nailing the little bitch by her tits doesn’t seem to have taught her how to be a good girl......”

“.......I’ll join you in the house as soon as I can.....

.......Unless you want to take another turn in whipping her....?!

“......If I may be permitted to be so bold my lady, if you go ahead of me my lady, I’ll give the bitch her hourly whipping. You’ve had a long day away from your wonderful husband. I’m sure you haven’t forgotten my lady, but you said you needed to organise the servants for the hourly whippings during the rest of the night? I will be as honoured as I am willing, to join you in the shower in a while for Sir Stannet to watch me bathe your exquisite beauty my lady.....”

As she stood as she had stood now for thirteen long hours with her legs alofted to the swerving curves forced by the platform shoes her feet are nailed to, holding on her soft shoulders the huge tree trunk her wrists are nailed to, her body ripped; back, buttocks, thighs and legs to raw red still bleeding stripes by the savagely severe whipping she has endured and continues to endure, and with her tits ‘crucified’, nailed to an upright wooden post so that she dare not move for fear she will rip her lovely body irreparably, the last thing poor sweet oh so pretty redheaded Melina, being punished for trespass in the purview of the paying audience and of the money-paying masses awaiting the product of the O-bey website cameras, the last thing poor sweet oh so pretty redheaded Melina wants is more pain........yet the one thing poor sweet oh so pretty freckle-kissed redheaded Melina longs for is more pain......

.......Melina has no voice to speak, her gag is so complete and replete, but her lovely green eyes thank for her sweet cruelty the girl readying to whip her yet once more....... for the cruel kindness of her betraying her in preference for Georjayna, for the cruel kindness of Melina’s ex-fiancée, Janatha.....and for Melina’s discovery of the new true love of her sweet young life; the love to which her body mind and soul have been driven by the whip, the love on which she is nailing her future, the love to which she is newly engaged to be married, the love on which her future is nailed, the love to which her beautiful breasts are nailed......