“Well,” said Rene. - It seems I have not forgotten anything. I think Sir Stephen should be satisfied.

This was roughly what he said to her at Roissy. But then she had no other choice. There, in the castle, she lived as if in a dream, albeit a terrible one. Damp basements, lush dresses, torture poles, masked men - all this had nothing to do with her everyday life and with herself. Her then state was, probably, comparable to the state of a sleeping person: the sleeper understands that it is night and he is sleeping, and he has a terrible dream, which sooner or later, but should end. On the one hand, he is sleeping, he wants this to happen as soon as possible so that the nightmare he brings will stop, and on the other hand, he wants it to continue, because he cannot wait to know the denouement. And here it is, the denouement, came, and even so unexpectedly. O. least thought that this would happen in this form. In an extremely short period of time, it was abandoned from the present to the past and immediately returned back, but the present has already changed beyond recognition. Until now, Rene never beat her and the only thing that changed in their relationship after her stay in the castle is that he now, making love to her, used not only her bosom, but also her ass and mouth. O., of course, could not have known for sure, but for some reason, it seemed to her that her beloved there, in the castle, had never participated in the beatings with her whips. Perhaps this was due to the fact that the pleasure he received at the sight of a defenseless, bound, wriggling under blows of a whip or a whip of a body was incomparably stronger than if he himself had delivered these blows. It seems that this was the case. Now, when her lover, reclining in a deep chair and stretching his legs, said to her with surprising calmness in his voice, that he was glad of her consent and with love in his heart gave it to Sir Stephen, he seemed to give himself away and admit that quality.

“When Sir Stephen wants to spend the night with you, or an hour, or just wants to hang out with you in Paris or go to a restaurant, he will warn you about this in advance by phone and send a car for you,” Rene said. - Sometimes I will come for you myself. Decide. Yes or no?

But she could not bring herself to say a word. Saying "yes" is to give up on yourself, on your will and desires, but she was ready to go for it. She saw in Sir Stephen’s eyes a passionate desire to possess her, and she was excited by his hungry eyes. She, perhaps even more impatiently than he, waited for the moment when his hands or lips touched her. And how soon it will happen depends only on her. But her body said "no" - the whip and whips did their job.

The room was very quiet, and it seemed that even time itself stopped. But now desire overcame the fear in the soul of O., and she finally uttered such long-awaited words. The nervous tension was so great that a moment later O. felt like a huge weakness covering her, and she slowly began to crawl to the floor.

As if through a cotton wall, she heard the voice of Sir Stephen, who said that her fear was also very much to her face. But he did not speak with her, but with Rene. O. For some reason, it seemed that Sir Stephen was holding back the desire to approach her, and she regretted his indecision. She opened her eyes and looked at her lover. O. suddenly, with horror, wondered if Rene wasn’t seeing such a thing in her look that he could have mistaken for treason. The desire to surrender to Sir Stephen O. did not consider it a betrayal, since this desire originated in her with the tacit consent of Rene himself, or even, rather, on his order. And yet she was not completely sure that her lover was not angry with her. The slightest gesture or sign would be enough for her to forget forever the existence of such a man as Sir Stephen.But there was no sign. Instead, Rene asked her (for the third time) to give them an answer. O., after a moment's silence, she whispered:

- I agree to all. I'm yours. Do whatever you want with me. - She lowered her eyes and barely audibly added: - I would just like to know whether they will beat me with a whip?

There was a long silence, and O. managed to repent many times that she asked her stupid question. Finally, Sir Stephen replied:

- Sometimes.

Then O. heard how a match struck about the box and the glasses tinkled, - apparently, one of them poured himself a whiskey. Rene was silent. He did not want to engage in conversation.

- Of course, I can agree and promise anything to you, but I can not tolerate it.

- And this is not necessary. You can scream and cry whenever you want. We do not prohibit this to you, ”the Englishman’s voice came again.

- Oh, not now. Pity, - O. pleaded, noticing that Sir Stephen had risen from his chair and headed for her. - Give me some more time.

Rene approached her and hugged her shoulders.

“Well,” he said, “agree?”

- Yes, - after a short pause, O. squeezed out of herself. - I agree.

Then René carefully raised her and forced her to kneel on the very couch. She froze, closing her eyes and stretching out her arms. Chest and head rested on a sofa upholstered with coarse silk. She remembered the old engraving she had seen several years ago. She was depicted a pretty young woman, just as she is now, on her knees in front of a large armchair in some richly furnished room; in the corner, a child and a dog were playing, the woman’s skirts were lifted, and a man standing next to brought the rod over her to strike. The costumes of the people testified that the depicted takes place in the sixteenth century. The engraving was called "The Punishment of the Spouse." Oh. This scene seemed just outrageous then.

Renee held O.'s hands with one hand and raised her skirts with the other. Then he stroked her buttocks and paid special attention to Sir Stephen at a hollowed-down hollow between her thighs and two holes waiting for the mean man’s caress. Then he told her to pull out her ass more and spread her knees wider. She silently complied.

Suddenly, all these praises, Renee's lavishing on her body, the appreciative cries of Sir Stephen, the rude, obscene expressions used by them, caused such a furious wave of shame in O. that even the Englishman who did not give her peace of mind was suddenly lost. She suddenly thought of a whip — pain, that would be deliverance from it; she suddenly wanted to be forced to scream and cry - it would justify her.

At this time, the hand of Sir Stephen found the entrance to her bosom and roughly got there. The thumb of the same hand Englishman with a force pressed into her anus. He then let go, then re-entered her, and so on until she, exhausted, did not groan under his caress. The feeling of shame was gone, and she felt contempt for herself for these moans.

“I leave you to Sir Stephen,” said Rene. “He will give you back to me when he sees fit.”

How many times, there, in Roissy, did she kneel like that, open to everyone? But then the bracelets on her hands did not allow her to forget that she was a prisoner and was not in her power to change anything. And it was happiness for her, because she only obeyed brute force and no one asked her consent to it. Now she had to voluntarily stand half-naked in front of a man and surrender to him. Her promise is stronger than bracelets and necklaces bound her. But no matter how great her humiliation, or, rather, precisely because of him, she suddenly felt her uniqueness and value. She felt like a magical gift for these two men.

Rene was about to leave and Sir Stephen went to see him to the door. Alone and quiet, O. felt even more naked than in their presence. Cheek ... Read more →