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SHOCKING NEWS

 

PART 7

 

IF YOU GO DOWN TO THE RIVER

 

Marie stumbled along the rough path, uncertain of her feelings and her direction. Her bottom blazed but the pain was transformed into something new and entirely outside of her experience and she was confused as to what this could mean. She had never in her young life heard of any person who felt, well, so alive after humiliation and punishment.

She was oblivious to her surroundings as her eyes were turned inwards to the new part of her that had been awakened.

Marie’s hand moved but she was unaware of the involuntary movement. As she continued along the path any onlooker would have been startled to see her, tear-stained, half-naked and rambling her hand between her legs and her fingers reaching to her throbbing clit. She was fortunate that there were no villagers out at night otherwise it would have been a fair bet that she would have ended the night in a mental hospital, so wild and crazy her appearance.

Marie knew none of this. She was deep in her fantasy of being taken by the village men, one by one as she lay bound over the frame. Their engorged cocks were her fingers as she furiously drove them in and out of her sopping cunt, her thumb twitching to catch her clit.

Her other arm moved and bent at the elbow as her hand delved under her blouse, seeking her swollen teat. She pinched it hard and her spinning mind took the pain and turned into dark pleasure. Marie cried out in the night as her orgasm ripped through her. She stopped her flight and swayed then fell slowly her knees folding under her. She was only vaguely aware of falling but came to with a shock as she plunged into the dark depths of the river the sluggish waters closing over her.

Further on down the river bank another figure entered the water. This time the movement was easy and controlled the black skin shining in the moonlight briefly before quietly submerging with only a small ripple to mark its disappearance.

Marie had been given the advice not to go down to the river at night for very good reasons but primarily to avoid the predators .Fortunately for Marie the building works had discouraged the larger  reptiles and most of the dangerous life forms that inhabited the river.

The sleek form swimming toward her did not live in the river but used it for her own amusement and stimulation. Sara perversely enjoyed immersing her rubber-suited body in the cooling waters in the knowledge that she was protected from its inhabitants. Her irrational fear of parasites gave her nocturnal swims a tremendous excitement especially as she had inserted a butt plug and dildo before putting on the suit and her driving legs caused them to slide very slightly within her.

The Doctor with whom she now worked had not realised that Sara went out like this alone and at night. Although he treated Sara as his assistant he wanted to keep control over her and would have forbidden her this pleasure which was why she had not asked him but instead thrilled with her daring. She was only too aware of the lengths he would go to correct her if he ever found out.

She had been at the river bank as Marie had appeared from the jungle mumbling and frigging herself. She had watched in disbelief as Marie had shuddered to her peak and then fallen into the river. Sara had wasted no time but had followed Marie and swam to her.

Marie was in a state of mild shock. The tepid water had brought her partially to her senses but she was totally disoriented and flailed her arms and legs in response to her surprise. She spluttered as foul-tasting water entered her mouth and may have drowned if Sara had not caught her at that moment. Marie’s senses rebelled as she suddenly saw the black figure reach for her and she passed out.

Sara turned the limp body onto its back and swam slowly supporting the unconscious girl’s head in the crook of her arm. She caught sight of Marie’s tits bobbing above the surface uncovered and full. Sara was fascinated and kicked along at an easy pace, enjoying the tantalising view.

They got to the bank. Sara tried to lift the both of them onto the mud but it was too slippery and she could find no purchase. She was aware that the swim had sapped her strength and she could be in real danger if she continued. Instead she pushed them back out into the slow-moving current and drifted down stream holding Marie’s head above water. Sara considered her options. She had no idea of the river’s course as she had never ventured this far out but knew that sooner or later there had to be a spot where she could leave and take Marie with her. In the meantime the gentle floating motion was enjoyable and she had to expend little energy as the buoyancy of her suit kept them both afloat.

Sara shifted position. She discovered that she could support Marie by cupping both her firm wet breasts in her hands, the feeling dulled by the thick rubber mittens she wore but still pleasant.

Sara flicked the stubby nipples with her thumb and was rewarded by them growing even more rigid. Marie groaned softly and shook her head.

“Hey, calmly now.” Sara whispered “you’re quite safe with me. I have a good hold on you and there’s no danger. Relax now and we’ll both be fine”

Marie responded to the gentle feminine vice and did relax in Sara’s arms

“I don’t remember how I got here” said Marie with a tremour in her voice.

“I was in the village…” she tailed off and to Sara’s surprise reached up and covered her hands with her own. “Oh! Oh yes, squeeze me I feel so hot! I’ve never felt like this and the water’s so sexy round my arse! You know-they whipped me and I’m a mess! But I don’t know why that makes me so horny! I was running and…and…”

She stopped.

Sara’s muscles clamped around the dildo buried within her.

“Easy honey, easy. What had you done to provoke them so much?”

Her voice grew lower “Were you a bad girl? Did you screw around or something?”

“No!” Scornfully “None of them are worth looking at! They’re all pigs and I hate them!”

“So, what happened?”

The two girls held onto each other and spoke to one another in quiet voices as they floated. In a short time Sara understood Marie’s plight in being banished from her home

and thought that they made a bizarre sight there in the water one half-naked, breasts exposed and the other in rubber fondling the firm flesh, discussing Marie’s public humiliation as they went.

“How are we going to get out of here?” Asked Marie peering past her semi-submerged feet into the darkness. “I don’t recognise the banks from here and I can’t tell if there’s a shallows coming up.”

Sara followed her gaze. There was little to be seen in the darkness.

“I guess we have no choice-hey what’s that ahead? Can I see…something…yes!”

The two girls looked expectantly ahead. The river forked and they both struggled to aim for the smaller branch. With considerable effort they succeeded and swam down it.

“Thank God for that!” Sara exclaimed. “I thought we’d be here for ever!”

“Me too. And I think we’re going to be in luck. Look, that’s the old water-mill. It’s been abandoned for years. We’ll be able to climb out!”

They splashed closer to the water wheel then jarred into it feet-first. Sara let Marie go and they both clung on to the wooden wheel grinning at one another.

Lights blazed on and they both squeaked with surprise. An amplified voice boomed out at them “Hold on to the wheel tight. I’m going to raise you up! Sara-you’ve a lot of explaining to do!”

Sara turned to look at Marie.

“Christ on a bike! That’s the Doctor. I’m in big trouble!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

SHOCKING NEWS

PART EIGHT

BIG WHEEL KEEP ON TURNING

 

The two girls looked at each other. Marie could see little of Sara’s face but could tell by the tone of her voice that she was both scared and excited,

They awkwardly turned so that they could cling on to the old wooden wheel. With a sudden jerk and making a deep grinding noise the wheel came to life, bearing the two dripping bodies up and out of the water. As the wheel turned the girls fell into the troughs and arrived at the very top where the wheel shuddered to a halt.

A door opened in the mill’s wall and a figure stood silhouetted against the bright light that streamed out. “Come in. There’s something here I want to show you”

They clambered over the slimy wood carefully and went through the door which shut behind them. Blinking in the bright light they stood together, a pathetic and bedraggled pair.

The Doctor took hold of Sara’s arm and spun her around to face him. He struck her hard across the face and she went down to the floor, stunned. He gripped Marie and snapped on a pair of handcuffs to her wrists before flipping her onto her stomach on the rough floor and drawing her feet up into the hog tie position where she lay bewildered.

Sara raised her upper body and supported her weight with her locked arms. She looked up at the Doctor, her legs splayed.

“Well. This is unexpected. Your timing could not be better. I have been working here on a little invention. Nothing too ghastly, just meant for a bit of light entertainment really. It is ready and has been for some time .Just never got round to using it.”

Sara looked across the room but in all the confusion of wheels, cogs and drive shafts could notice nothing out of place.

She looked at Marie struggling to get free and was horrified when she started screeching for the Doctor to set her loose. The Doctor only laughed however and stood over her, a leg on either side of her. He unzipped his fly and let his hot piss go over the back of her head. She made the unfortunate mistake of turning her head to see what was raining down on her and gagged on a salty mouthful. He laughed as she coughed and remarked that it was at least keeping her from talking. He then added ominously “If you elect to keep on making ridiculous noises I shall fill your mouth with a lot worse! I advise you to shut up!”

Marie caught the tone in the Doctor’s voice and decided that she didn’t want to get any further on his wrong side. He sounded as though he meant what he said.

“That’s a good little piggy” he told her “don’t go away!”

He returned his attention to Sara.

“Stand up, my dear and take off that ridiculous suit. It’s really thick and does not become you.”

Sara did as she was told and stood in front of him the two plugs peeping out from her between her legs. “And take those out, you filthy slut! You are a disgusting piece of shit going out like that! Have you no dignity? No pride?”

The butt plug pulled out with a wet plop. The dildo followed with a quieter sound. The Doctor took the plug in his hand. ”I’m glad I have my gloves on as usual. I wouldn’t want to get your mess all over me! See what I mean?”

He held the stinking plug under Sara’s nose. She knew better than to flinch away and kept her head still, eyes fixed to the floor in the prescribed submissive manner.

The Doctor seemed a little pleased as he instead handed her the dildo still glistening with her cunt juices.”Clean this up! Stupid bitch!”

Sara took the dildo in her mouth grateful that it wasn’t the other one. She could taste her own honey and licked it clean. She held it out in the flat of both up-turned hands together and sank to her knees, head still down, hair cascading around her face.

Marie watched incredulously. How could a woman behave like that for any man?

She forgot her warning. “You bastard! Leave her alone! Why’s she acting like that! She saved my life!”

Sara caught her breath and silently willed Marie to stop.

The three of them froze. Sara on her knees in front of her Master who looked open-mouthed at Marie who returned his look, the colour quickly fading from her face.

The Doctor left Sara kneeling and crossed to Marie. She looked up at him appealingly yet had sense enough to remain mute. She slowly blinked back the tears that had started in the corner of each large eye and gazed at him through the veil of hair. She felt peculiar inside. Highly sexually charged but filled with trepidation at the same time, thoughts of what he had made Sara do to clean the dildo in her mind. Would he ask her to do the same with the butt plug! Dear God, just think where it had been! And if he did-could she comply?

Marie licked her lips and bit the corner of her mouth. The Doctor was surprised by his reaction. She looked so cute and helpless that his normally cold manner faltered. Had it have been Sara in that position he would have had no hesitation but would have strapped the plug in her mouth and let her be damned. This little one was different though. He had seen the angry red whip marks on her back and thighs and reckoned that she had probably reached her limit for now and might break under too much pressure.

“You ask me to stop. You say you are indebted to Sara. You will watch as I show you what will be your fate on a different day. Sara will know that much of what follows is your responsibility. She will take your share of the pain.”

He picked Marie up and carried her over to a timber table in the centre of the room where he positioned her still hog tied facing part of the mill’s many working parts.

“Sara. Come here.”

She did so, rising smoothly to her feet from the kneeling position to go over by the Doctor where she stood naked, head bowed with her hands clasped behind her over her backside.

“You may look”

Sara’s head lifted and she looked at the machinery in front of her, unable to make sense of what she saw. She noticed a black leather horse with attached straps and buckles. The legs of the horse had motors on each of them and were articulated. Above the horse was a large wheel mounted horizontally. She estimated that it was four metres in diameter and appeared considerably newer than the rest of the mill’s interior. She wondered what the connection might be to her situation?

The Doctor studied the girl’s faces. Neither had the faintest clue as to what he intended.

He chuckled. “This is an old water mill. The wheel you climbed up is the mill wheel

And this wheel” indicating the one above their heads “is the paddle wheel!”

Still neither girl understood.

“Sara-come”

The Doctor beckoned and Sara walked obediently to the horse where she lifted herself on and over it, bottom up. The Doctor drew her arms forward and strapped her wrists to rings at the base of the front feet so that she was stretched down.

He pulled a thick strap around her upper body and cinched it tight. Her ankles were fastened similarly as her wrists to hold her over the horse.

He walked to a box in the wall and opened it. As he pressed buttons the motors in the legs moved Sara into different positions, up and down. She could be inclined head up or bottom up. The feeling of being so helpless appealed to her.

Marie watched and considered her new friend’s predicament. She did feel an element of guilt but was also getting a big kick from witnessing the discomfort of another, especially someone who looked as good as Sara.

She watched as the Doctor manipulated other controls. With a slow powerful motion the paddle wheel moved on gimbals to a vertical position above Sara before moving down to stop just above her. Then, with a “thunk” sound a flexible rubber paddle flipped out from the wheels edge. Sara looked over her shoulder and suddenly understood. The whole device was indeed a paddle wheel and her bum was about to be mechanically paddled!

The Doctor booted up a computer system and clicked on a program.

“I am very good at these devices and control systems. This will now operate automatically. It will determine the angle of attack by slowly “feeling” your position. It will then spin up to speed before applying various implements to your buttocks. You will be presented at differing angles to the strike heads so the strokes will be evenly distributed. Ingenious-eh!”

Marie gazed in wonder. She was certainly receiving an education and thought that she would like to receive a few strokes from the paddle wheel as well. It was Sara who would try it first, though.

The wheel started very slowly to turn. The paddle came down closer until it touched Sara’s right bum cheek. With a sideways movement it centred itself. The wheel reversed allowing the paddle to retract and then started to spin up to speed.

It made an impressive sight as the wheel accelerated. Sara nervously attempted to relax her muscles so as to soften the blows she knew would come.

The wheel reached its pre-determined speed. The paddle flipped out and locked just as it passed Sara then “CRACK” it made contact. Sara screamed. My God that hurt! She thought. The wheel came around again. The horse moved her sideways.

“CRACK”. The paddle met her right cheek and she howled again. Three more times the paddle struck on the same spot.”CRACK CRACK CRACK”

Sara by this time was crying out loud, tears running down her upturned face, her eyes screwed shut her hands clenching spasmodically.

The horse moved. Sara shrieked. The paddle landed “CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK” on her left cheek. Her bottom danced as she flexed her muscles in a vain attempt to ease the flames that burnt there.

The wheel spun round, but there was a temporary respite as the mechanism reset.

“Thunk” six paddles locked into position. Three aimed at Sara’s right and three aimed at her left cheek..

“CRACKCRACKCRACKCRACK...” The strokes came in quick succession and Sara’s howls rose in pitch “Nonononono…”

Her bum glowed deep angry red and every time a paddle landed a faint spray of her piss rose into the air. She had totally lost control of her bladder and the inside of her thighs was soaked.

Marie stared in horror at the damage the device was inflicting but worse was to come. The paddle wheel again adjusted and instead of the rubber paddles there emerged two thin pliable rods.

They swished through the air as the wheel turned and landed with a “thwack” leaving odd vertical tracks on Sara’s swollen arse. “CHRIST!!! Please make it stop…Please…I can’t take any more…Please…”

The Doctor peered at the upturned bottom.

“You’re ok. No blood yet. You’ll live through this. Don’t worry!”

His attention was suddenly caught by the expression on Marie’s face. She was flushed and her little pink tongue pushed out the corner of her mouth. Her skin looked hot and she ground her crotch against the rough wooden bench in lust. Their eyes locked.

He went to her and unlocked her wrist and ankles. She kept her gaze on him as she knelt, forearms flat on the bench her hindquarters pushed out.

“Make it hit her again. Make it thrash her. Make it! Make it! Make it!”

Marie swayed her bottom in time with the words.

The Doctor clicked the mouse. The paddle wheel opened up once again and two paddles beat a tattoo on Sara’s bum. She yelped and wriggled but could not escape as the horse shifted and presented her lower curves, where her bum joined her legs, to the kiss of the device.

The Doctor stood at the end of the bench on which Marie knelt. Roughly he pulled her towards his jutting cock and its dribbling end nuzzled her arse opening. He pushed violently forwards and penetrated her tight hole. Marie screamed and lunged back at him. Her fingers splayed wide and she rocked back and forward feeling the Doctor deep within her. She put her hands palm down on the bench and straightened her arms, rearing back her back curving alarmingly.

Sara watched in envy. The pain she had felt transformed into a glorious spreading inferno.

The Doctor grasped Marie by her hips and locked into her. Marie screamed out. Sara screamed in sympathy. The Doctor grunted and flooded into Marie, grinding against her as he did so.

Something in Marie caught fire.

The big wheel kept on turning.

A once-proud Marie kept on burning.