A Bestiary of Unnatural Women (9 page)

When she was nude, but for the belt with
attached handcuffs, she mounted the horse.

“That’s right. Now you reach down and buckle
the belts about your legs on each side.”

Cindy had already begun to buckle the black
leather straps around her legs, just above the knees. Their purpose
was obvious. They would attach her legs to the lower edge of the
wedge. Once buckled, they were not tight enough to support any part
of her weight but she would not be able to move forward or
backward; nor would she be able to tip to the side. While she
buckled the left strap, she kept as much of her weight as possible
on her foot that was resting in the stirrup, but when she bent
forward and to the right side to buckle that leg into place, she
had to press her crotch to the wedge. “Ouch. That puts pressure
right on the old clit. Ouch.” She buckled it as quickly as she
could so that she could sit straight again.

“Great. Now, this thing that looks like reins
is attached to the stirrup. The stirrup is the heaviest part, so
when you pull on the reins, it’ll pull the weight of the stirrup
over a bar underneath the wedge. Then it’ll drop down and be held
up out of sight and out of reach. You can drop the reigns where
they are or toss them over the front. Either way doesn’t matter
because pulling on them won’t do anything else after the stirrup
has been pulled over the bar. Now you just slip your hands into
those handcuffs that’re attached to your belt and ratchet them
closed and you’ll be as secure as can be. You can cuff yourself in
front or in back – it doesn’t matter – you won’t be able to move
your hands anywhere useful. You’re held in place right on top of
the wedge. You have no place to put your feet; you just have to let
them dangle. I imagine that hurts a lot. You just give me the word
and I’ll push the stirrup back down and unlock those cuffs.”

“No,” she said emphatically. “Torture has to
have a purpose. You have to make me do something. Don’t let me off
this thing until I’ve promised to do something that I don’t want to
do. You have to make it something that I really don’t want to do.
Then I’ll try to hold out for as long as I possibly can before I
break down. Go ahead. See if you can make me agree to something
that I don’t want to do. Give me an incentive. Tell me that if I
can hold out for long enough then maybe you’ll let me go without
making me do it. But that only happens if I suffer for a long, long
time. Longer than I can endure. Two hours. Tell me that I can stop
the torture any time if I agree to do something awful, otherwise,
I’m just going to have to sit here and suffer for two hours. If you
do it that way then you can turn a deaf ear to my crying and
pleading for mercy. You’ll know that I can stop the torture any
time I want just by giving in.”

“Okay. So you mean like I have to make you
agree to wash the dishes every night for a month.”

“No, silly. I wash them every night anyway.
This thing is already hurting so much that I’d agree to that right
now. It has to be something that I really, really don’t want to do.
You may as well make it something that you really want.” Her eyes
were gleaming. “Make me give you a blowjob.”

“You already give me blowjobs.”

“I never give you a real blowjob. I just kiss
your dick a little bit before I make love to you the regular way.
And I don’t do that very often and don’t even try to do it very
well. Make me agree to give you a full-blown blowjob. Down on my
knees and swallowing and everything, just like a whore would do.
And you don’t have to do a thing to get me off in return. I have to
give you blowjob and I don’t get to cum.”

“Okay. I’ll let you get off when you agree to
give me a blowjob. Just think about what it’ll be like, slurping
away for all you’re worth. Me, standing over you, loving every
minute, trying to make it last.”

Cindy was quiet for the next few minutes,
thinking about it, partly not wanting to do it, mostly wanting to
see how long she could stand the pain. As the minutes, ticked by,
she began to moan, quietly at first, then more loudly.

Trevor knew that she was suffering and said,
softly, “Come on, dear. You have to end this sooner or later.
You’ve stood it longer than I would have expected. Do it for me.
Now that you’ve got me all excited about it, I really want a proper
blowjob. Please give me what I want. If you want to be tortured
again some time, then we can do this again. If you don’t give up
and end it soon, then I’m going to be reluctant to do this to you
again.”

She moaned and jerked feebly at her
handcuffs.

“Come on,” he cajoled. “I really want to get
that blowjob now. Let me get you down from there and you can give
it to me, just like you promised. Will you do that for me?”

He was hard as a rock. He wasn’t kidding when
he said that he really wanted to get her off the horse so that she
could suck him off as soon as possible.

She looked at him with watery eyes, then
dropped her gaze down to the prominent bulge in his pants and
nodded. “Okay. Get me off this thing and I’ll service you just like
you want.”

The handcuff key was hanging on a cup hook
that had been screwed into the end where the tail would be if it
were a real horse. He reached underneath and pulled the stirrup
into position, helping her put her foot into it. As soon as she
could, she pushed down to take her weight off her crotch and gasped
in relief. “God, it feels so good to get off that edge. You
wouldn’t believe it.”

“I’d believe it,” he said, unlocking the
cuffs, then helping her unbuckle the straps from her legs.

As soon as she was standing on the floor, he
said, “Keep going down. You’ve got a promise to keep.” He put his
hands on her shoulders and pressed toward the floor.

She fell to her knees and began unfastening
his belt.

She put her entire effort into giving her man
an enthusiastic blowjob. He lasted less than a minute before
dumping his load into her mouth.

She swallowed every drop without complaint
and licked him clean as a whistle.

No more was said about the horse for the next
two weeks. It sat silently in the middle of the room, its malignant
presence studiously ignored by both Cindy and Trevor. But it was
obvious that she had been thinking about it a lot because, one
evening after supper, she took Trevor by the hand and said, “I’m
going to make a promise to you.”

“Oh?” he said, suddenly nervous about what
she was going to say, her tone was so serious.

“Yes. This is really important to me, so I
want you to pay close attention, ok?”

“Okay.”

“I promise that I will mount the horse any
time you tell me to.”

“Ok-ay,” he said, drawling the word,
conveying his uncertainty about what she had said.

“That’s all. Any time you tell me to get on
the horse, I will. That’s a promise.”

“Okay,” he replied with only a slight
increase in certainty, wondering what the catch was. She obviously
wanted something; she had been thinking about this promise and
making it was not a trivial thing for her. There had to be some
hidden clause here.

“I mean it. I’m putting myself entirely in
your hands. I’m giving you permission to torture me whenever you
want for however long you want. That means that you can make me do
whatever you want at any time. If you want me to do something and
you think I might be reluctant, you can put me on the horse and
leave me there until my reluctance disappears. If you want to know
my secrets, just put me up there until I’m willing to talk. If I’ve
done something that you don’t like, put me up there for long enough
to be sure that I have been properly punished and won’t dare do it
again. Any time you give the word, I’ll keep my word and climb up
there and lock my hands away and I won’t be able to get down again
until you decide to release me. I’m putting myself entirely at your
mercy.”

“Okay,” he replied, feeling relieved. If it
were entirely in his hands then it wasn’t a problem He never
intended to make her get on the horse again.

“Don’t take that tone of voice with me,” she
snapped. “I mean it. I’ve made my promise. I’ve given you power
over me and I expect you to use it.

“Okay,” he replied, trying to sound
authoritative.

“Okay,” she replied and picked up a book on
the psychology of interrogation.

Half an hour later, he asked, “Why?”

She looked up from the book that she was
reading, “Why what?”

“Why do you want to give me power over
you?”

“Because I want to understand torture –
really understand it at the gut level. It’s not about feeling pain.
I feel pain when I go to the dentist. I feel pain when I work out.
Pain is a necessary part of torture but it’s not sufficient. In
fact, it’s not even the most important part. The most important
parts are fear and degradation. I only get that if you use my pain
to force your will upon me. I can’t claim that I have really
experienced torture unless I’ve been forced to submit to someone
else’s will. There’s no one else that I’d trust with that much
power over me except for you, so you’re it. It’s up to you to
torture me.”

“And if I won’t?”

“Then I’m mistaken about you. Look at it this
way. I thought about my promise for a long time and I know what
I’ve committed myself to. If I didn’t want you to do your part then
I wouldn’t have made my promise. You don’t need to worry about the
ethics because you have my ongoing consent. I haven’t told you that
you can assault me. You don’t have permission to beat me and grab
me and force me to mount the horse kicking and screaming. Any time
I want the experiment to end, I can just break my promise and not
climb aboard and that’s it. Your part is easy. All you have to do
is to want something from me and, if I refuse, tell me to mount the
horse until I agree. Don’t worry. If you start feeling too
uncomfortable then you can release me again as quickly as you want.
It’s not such a big thing. I’ll do my part and I expect that you’ll
do your part. Just think of it as helping me with my research. And
the bonus is that you can get anything you want from me. Anything.
Not many men get a deal like that.”

He fell silent and she began reading again.
After a few minutes, he interrupted her. “What if I want another
blowjob?”

She did not look up from her book. “I’m busy
right now. Maybe I’ll feel like it later.”

“I feel like it right now.” He looked down at
the erection bulging in his crotch. Thinking that he could have a
blowjob any time he got in the mood was enough to put him in the
mood right now.

She looked up from her book. “I don’t. I
don’t find giving blowjobs much fun.”

“Oh.” He felt rather crestfallen. She had
acted enthusiastic enough the last time that he had been hoping
that she would have discovered that she enjoyed giving them at
least a little. “Maybe we should just go to bed and do something
that you like, too, then.”

She threw her book aside. “You idiot! Why
would you settle for second best when you can get exactly what you
want the most, no strings attached?”

“I mostly want to do something that you’ll
like, too.”

“Well, you’re not going to get that. I’m not
in the mood for anything. In fact, if you’re going to disappoint me
like this, it’ll probably be a long time before I’m in the mood
again.”

He looked at her angry face. She wasn’t
kidding. Either he played the game her way or she was going to pick
up all her marbles and go home. He had never heard the phrase,
topping from the bottom, but he was fast learning its meaning. “Get
up on the horse.”

She immediately stood up and began
disrobing.

He was already hard, but, watching her submit
to him was making him harder by the second.

She gasped when she pulled her foot from the
stirrup after strapping her legs into place. “I forgot how much
this thing hurts right off.” But she did not pause as she used the
reigns to pull the stirrup up underneath the body of the ‘horse’
and then locked her hands behind her back.

She spent a few minutes moaning softly, then
said, “Okay. I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

“Give you a blowjob.”

“Tell me exactly what you’ll do.”

She whimpered a little from the pain and then
said, “I’ll get down on my knees in front of you, unbuckle your
belt and pull down your pants and take your cock in my mouth and
lick and suck you until you cum. Then I’ll swallow every drop and
lick you clean. I’ll be eager and enthusiastic and sloppy. Okay?
Now you can let me down so that I can get started.”

“Okay.” He stepped toward her and reached for
the key to the handcuffs.

“Stop right there!” she screamed.

He froze. “Stop what?”

“Stop letting me off so easily. I agreed too
quickly. Just a blowjob isn’t such a big deal. You have to ask for
something more. Something that makes it worse for me or I’ll always
agree right away. This thing is starting to hurt real bad. You
wouldn’t believe how much pain I’m in already. You have to come up
with something that’s worse than the pain I’m in now.”

He began thinking furiously. He had to come
up with something quick but nothing was coming to mind.

“Ouch. This thing is getting to be a real
torture. Hurry up and tell me what I have to do.”

Suddenly Trevor realized the truth of his
situation. “No, dear. You’re the one who’s in a hurry, not me. I’ve
got all the time in the world to think about what I really want
from you.” He sauntered over to the easy chair and sat down slowly.
“All the time in the world.”

“You bastard!” she screamed. “Tell me what
you want. Anything. This is hurting like hell. It’s splitting me in
two.” She kicked her feet impotently then squealed when her
squirming ground her crotch harder against the wedge. “Just tell me
what you want and I’ll say ‘yes.’ I’ll give you the blowjob, just
like I said. No problem. To hell with gender equality. I’ll get
down on my knees and suck like hell and swallow every drop. I’ll
lick you clean as whistle when you’re done. I’ll give you the best
blowjob ever.”