Was it not a bit of hubris to believe you had the gods on your side and anything you did was right? That is what Emerson Gray seemed to believe.
Of course, it was hubris. But you have to remember the times. We didn’t know if the world was going to blow up, or the government was going to be overthrown by angry student radicals. That kind of talk was not unusual in universities and for those like us: a group of fledging writers. As much as Emerson vowed that he was not influenced by the times, he was. It was written in a different form of rebellion and Veronica X made sense.
That night, after I was so meanly thrashed—and was as a result in a sort of awed acceptance—after Emerson and I left the shed and headed back to the porch…I believe I was wearing only my shirt…Emerson had Zack released the bound Kathy Ann from the tree. She was led back to the cellar where by the dim light of candles, Kathy Ann was ordered to make love to our bound captive.
I honestly don’t know what happened in my friend’s mind while she was tied to that tree, but by the time she was released, all the torment in her was gone. She moved on Veronica X as if she were in love with the girl. Her nakedness shivered over the stretched out form. They’d removed the gag so the two could kiss. And how they kissed. I can still hear the tiny smacking sounds and see Kathy Ann’s tongue tenderly snaking its way about her victim’s mouth.
Kathy Ann straddled her crotch and ground her big hips into that lovely woman. She held the girl’s breasts in her hands and squeezed, while we listened to her mewling cries. They fucked without cocks, but there was nothing empty, nothing missing in the rhythmic movement of their bodies and their easy ecstasy. They writhed like snakes, Kathy’s hands pouring over that immobilized flesh, and yet, it looked as though the girl was reaching out and holding her lover’s body as closely as Kathy held hers.
Kathy came, you could easily tell. She had this odd little shimmy when she was getting off and she seethed in a way peculiar to her. Veronica? I would guess she came too, but her response was obviously more subtle than Kathy’s.
For a young woman who had been made captive just the day before, she was remarkably yielding and without fear. One wonders if perhaps she was more lesbian than hetero, since it seemed her later revolts were primarily aimed at the men. Kathy Ann proved Emerson’s point about our captive so vividly during that hour that no one could escape the truth.
We were astonished. Even Emerson for all his certainty was amazed.
If nothing else, Veronica X understood that sex was what she had been kidnapped for, and she might as well enjoy it. At the same time, Kathy Ann got a shocking demonstration of her own lust. One she wouldn’t easily deny.
Sadie looking at Daphne thoughtfully
And were you successfully whipped into shape?
Until that incident, getting thrashed by Emerson was an occasional performance, something that was used more as turn-on than punishment. Even though I eventually came, that day defined what punishment meant. It became a new method he used whenever he found me thinking too hard and tying my mind in knots.
It almost sounds parental, like a father admonishing a child.
Oh, it was! Very parental and that was half the turn-on for me. To this day…although perhaps less so than thirty years ago, the very act of punishment, even talking of punishment, does extraordinary things to me both mentally and physically. I get horrid rushes of body excitement, all tied to a sexual end. But then, a sexual end isn’t even necessary at the time. I’m sure it’s beyond the mental and physical, it’s a psychic thing that taps my spiritual core.
Parental? Yes. It appealed to the little girl in me who needed someone strong to take charge of my life, since I could not easily take care of myself.
That would require an extraordinary amount of trust in a single person to allow them to make choices for you. Since Emerson’s was certainly questionable, you gave yourself up to a false god.
Daphne The woman’s assessment concerns her, even though it’s perfectly logical
At the time it was right for me. As haywire as it could have gone, I can’t cede that point. But that was a very long time ago. It could be Emerson and no one else. Would I choose the same sort of man now? No. Perhaps, it’s time to end this topic, she thinks? I think we should move on now. She smiles.
Sadie
Certainly. So, can I assume that the sequence of events outlined in Emerson Gray’s novel, Pygmalion Whore was an actual account of the …she pauses searching for a word…seduction of Veronica X?
Daphne thinks a minute, then nods
For the most part. He did candy-coated some of it and certainly left out some details and events.
Then we’ll have to discuss that. But just to clarify, in general, his methodology worked?
Emerson was systematic and faithful to his plan. The second session with Kathy Ann was really jumping ahead quite a bit from his original scheme. Somehow the events of the day required it. Kathy Ann and I required it to secure our unfaltering allegiance. Since Emerson couldn’t afford any major rebellion.
But he took the task of Veronica’s sexual awakening quite seriously. There were five days when she remained bound by hands and feet to the pallet in the cellar. She was only let up to eat, toilet and for the erotic massages. She became quite hungry for those sessions, behaving exactly as Emerson knew she would.
No rebellion? There is some rebellion described in the book.
Yes, there was rebellion, almost as soon as he gave her more freedom of movement. The event was startling to us all, and of course for me, as you can imagine, as someone who thrives on punishment, was quite a turn-on. I think the others responded the same way.
***
During the second week of Veronica X’s captivity, there were five in the cellar when Emerson made a slight change in his usual protocol. Bo had a doctor’s appointment he couldn’t miss, so he wasn’t there that day.
For the first time, Emerson stood the girl upright and bound her hands to a rail above her head, leaving both sides of her body vulnerably open. She was blindfolded as usual, but had long ceased to wear the gag, something that she seemed to appreciate. However, the new position on her feet seemed to be particularly disconcerting and her body jerked frenetically when she was touched despite Emerson’s soothing words.
“Yes, it’s different, but there’s no need to fear,” he coached her.
“Oh, please…”
She spoke, the very first words anyone had heard. Whether she was actually prompted by some command from Emerson not to speak, or just rarely had any comment to make and thus was silent, no one was quite sure. Regardless, hearing the sound of her voice gave a new dimension to her and the scene. Everyone waited anxiously to see what would follow.
“Please what, Veronica?” Emerson returned. “You’re perfectly safe here.”
She shook her head defiantly, red hair bobbing in its crazed tangle.
She had been played with, manually masturbated to orgasm several times, kissed, fondled, caressed, even pinched in her horizontal bondage. All with the same submissively yielding results. It didn’t seem reasonable that she would suddenly be provoked to fear, but obviously she was.
Emerson read her mind with little trouble. He smiled, as his hand ran gently down her back to her ass, which was rarely played with, since it was normally not exposed. Having her backside accessible was exactly why Emerson had made the change from lying flat to upright. Perhaps she sensed his plan.
As his fingers moved lower down her ass, she jerked more ferociously. Then as one finger jutted into her anal cleft, she shook her head violently and spoke again, “Oh, no, you won’t do that, please!”
“Hush! It’s not for you to choose, Veronica,” Emerson reminded her, and he penetrated even deeper.
Her face twisted into a grimace as she felt his finger at her anus. She whimpered softly, “No, no, please…
“Do I need to gag you?” Emerson shot back.
The girl shook her head no.
“Then relax just as you have before.”
She bit her lip, attempting to try very hard. But as he started to press the finger into her anal hole, she suddenly jerked hard and screamed, belligerently, “No!”, stomping her feet as she did.
Emerson instantly pulled out and spanked her ass.
“How did I tell you I’d treat any show of defiance?” he barked, for the first time using the deriding tone that everyone else knew well.
The girl did not reply. But it was easy to see that she must be crying behind her blindfold.
“I’d hoped not to have to do this,” he said, which was a bit of a lie, “but I think it’s time for that punishment I spoke of. A lesson in obedience.”
“Oh, please no!”
“Oh, your behavior demands it!”
Pulling a spanking paddle from the wall, where he’d hung a number of punishment tools, he then returned to his captive’s side and leveled her ass with a dozen quick, brutal blows.
“Oh, god no, no. Please!” she wailed.
Her cries had no effect; they only made Emerson more aggressive. He nodded at Zack who moved in front of her and took both nipples between his thumb and index fingers, giving them a painful squeeze. From behind, Emerson resumed her punishment, using the paddle and a leather slapper, then finally a cane that made her scream the most.
As soon as the punishment was over, he ordered Penelope to her knees in front of the girl, where the woman needed no prompting as she lapped the succulent virgin portal to a crashing orgasmic release.
Before the last spasm shook the captive’s body, Emerson moved on her ass again with his fingers probing deeply. This time there was less resistance. He even heard a murmur escape her lips.
“That’s it, luv, nothing there will hurt you. It’s just another means of pleasure, one you’ll find you love.”
One, two then three fingers breached the opening. He worked carefully, but with little restraint, making sure to work the opening enough to have the girl understand what might be waiting for her next.
“Go ahead, feel it. Let it take you. Yes.”
She began to writhe erratically, fighting herself and Emerson’s fingers, but not with the same vehemence as previously. She seemed to float for minutes on the edge of a profound realization, but then backed off agitated, dodging her own desires. The more Emerson worked her ass the more he felt her relent. He could hear her silent pleas, the protests and the urgent desire.
“That’s it, girl. Let go. Let go. Relax. Let go.” She seemed to ride on his words, with every phrase taking her just a little further away from her disgust. Then at the edge of her climax, he motioned for Daphne to join him.
The blonde moved in. Her sweet lips kissed the girl tenderly, in such a contrast to the awesome thing that was happening her in behind. Daphne played with her wet pussy, lightly grazing her clit and the open doorway of her vagina. She moved her body against Veronica’s nakedness and purred in her ear. “It’s okay to come again,” she whispered to her, disobeying Emerson’s strict orders. He didn’t seem to mind this time, because it was all the girl needed to rise above her discomfort and let loose the climax trapped painfully inside her body. She contained her cries, but that made it no less astounding to see her twist in her confinement as her lovely form spiked with pleasure.
Veronica learned that day to take a sizable dildo up her ass. She learned too that she’d be wearing one for several hours every day. Luckily for her, by the time the five left the cellar, she was no longer adverse to the anal penetration. Too much pleasure came from that part of her body to deny herself. With this, she was one step closer to being fully realized as a sexual woman and accepting of her own awakened desires.
Veronica X was right on course for Emerson’s plans. Of course, he could expect some rebellion; he’d been surprised that she hadn’t already put up a fuss, thus the day’s punishment was certainly something he knew would happen. He was actually glad that particular initiation was over since he planned to find more ways to cause her pain and bring out the eroticism inherent in such acts. He suspected that there was a deviant piece of this girl yet hiding amidst her innocent inexperience.
In the next few days, he incorporated several small punishments, reminders, he called them—clamped nipples, pussy spankings, several canings—all as she was being sexually stimulated in other less painful ways—lips kissed, breasts fondled, her horny snatch licked until she orgasmed. The mix of both experiences had the exact the effect he wanted. Her body found the pleasure easily and used the pain like a booster rocket to make the following climax take off in ways she had, so far, not known.
***
You say she was actually begging to be de-virginized?
Yes, she did.
Sadie head shaking
I find that so difficult to believe.
I can see that. Most people would think that. Even I might now. But at the time… she hated sounding like a broken record. No, it’s not a fantasy at all that Veronica X demanded her virginity be stripped from her, almost exactly as Emerson planned.