Sunday March 23rd 2008
      Angel was sweating heavily, sitting in front of the fire in the living room. 
Watched by myself, Erin and Jacqui, my gorgeous wife was clearly intimidated by the
silence that engulfed the room.  
      Naked and exposed, Angel had been led into the room twenty minutes earlier by her
mistress and knelt on the hard floor before the fireplace.  Once the fire had been lit and
turned to full power, a thick rope had been tied tightly around Angel’s belly, cruelly
tearing at her soft skin.  In turn, Jacqui then bound each end of the rope to her victim’s
thighs before she walked away from her toy and sat comfortably on the sofa.  
      ‘Stick your tongue out Hun,’ giggled Erin as she now approached my helpless wife. 

      Responding obediently, Angel flinched in pain when clothes pegs were mercilessly
clamped to both her tongue and her lips.  Continuing the torture, Erin slowly and
systematically attached more and more clothes pegs to Angel’s torso. Starting by placing a
peg on each of her subject’s erecting nipples, Erin then pinched each of Angel’s breasts,
placing a further four pegs to each.  To complete her task, Erin formed two rows of the
pegs running them from beneath Angel’s tortured tits downward, finishing by attaching a
peg to each of my wife’s labia.  
      Once Erin had taken her place back on the sofa, Jacqui once again approached their
victim.  Quickly threading each clothes peg to the next with a long piece of twine, Jacqui
giggled to herself knowingly as she worked.  This was the final stage of their plan, and
now, we all sat quietly, watching the beads of sweat form on Angel’s body before rolling
down her toward the ground.  Watching…waiting…quietly.  Angel’s hair beginning to grow wet
as she perspired…sticking to her neck and her face.
      Twenty minutes after Angel had been placed in the room; Jacqui rose from her seat
and closely inspected my wife.  Turning to Erin she shook her head ‘she needs longer. 
She’s not ready yet.’
      A further twenty minutes passed and the temperature in the room was becoming
unbearable.  Sweat poured down Angel as she knelt silently, yet uncomfortably in her place
by the fire, heat beaming down onto her body.  
      ‘Stand up!’ Suddenly, Jacqui’s order rang across the room clearly.
      Erin chuckled quietly as she watched Angel fumble to her feet, relying on her now
numb legs to support her.  As my wife attempted to stand her posture was restrained by the
rope lashed to her belly and thighs.  Angel was unable to stand straight and was held in
place, bent at the middle by her bonds.  To accommodate her predicament, it seemed
necessary for Angel to remain somewhat bent at the knees in order to stand and balance. 
My wife looked in incredible pain, yet was a comical sight to watch, balancing on her toes
whilst folding her body carefully to prevent the rope cutting further into the flesh
around her belly.  The clothes pegs now viciously bit into my wife’s tongue, mouth,
breasts and nipples before making their way toward her vagina, each peg connected to the
next via a long stretch of twine.  
      Erin now walked toward Angel and placed herself behind her plaything.  Reaching her
arms around Angel, Erin clasped the rope ends just below my wife’s stomach with both her
hands and pulled it tight.  A dull shriek emerged from Angel as her bonds now cut at the
flesh on her belly, but as Erin pulled the rope ever harder, it enabled Angel to
straighten slowly.
      ‘I want to see her pain!’  Jacqui seemed content as the observer for now.
      In quick response, Erin immediately yanked hard at the twine Jacqui had attached to
the clothes pegs earlier.  As the pegs were ripped from my wife she collapsed to the floor
screaming in pain.  Moving quickly, Erin then pushed Angel onto her back and straddled
her, forcing her sufferer’s legs to straighten completely under her weight.  
      ‘Please. No!’  Angel screamed past her disabled lips as Erin placed all her mass
upon her thighs.  Thrashing and screaming in agony, my wife was helpless under Erin’s
cruel torture.  Angel tried to scratch and punch at her assailant but unable to reach she
gradually surrendered.
      I could see Angel’s delicate flesh now glowing as the rope burned her and her pain
became unbearable.  Then my wife made one last effort to minimize her pain.
      Angel knocked Erin off guard as she bent her knees, sliding her legs toward her and
releasing some of the pressure around her middle.  Erin lost balance and fell toward
Angel.
      Jacqui reacted quickly and made toward her slave.  ‘Oh no you don’t lady,’ she
scorned, then, shoving Erin from her place, Jacqui finally pulled Angel’s body over so she
lay on her belly.
      Angel cried aloud as the rope once again bit at her skin and she was pinned to the
floor by the weight of her mistress.  Now entirely subdued, Angel eventually became silent
as Jacqui ruthlessly spanked her behind, that too now glowing deep red.  As her torture
drew to its demise, my wife’s whole body appeared to tense.  She scratched at the floor in
immense pain whilst Jacqui showed her no mercy.  Then, without warning, Angel’s thigh
muscles too went taught as she drew them close together.
      ‘You really are a dirty little girl.’  Erin laughed in delight as Jacqui removed
herself from their toy.  Angel was peeing, unable to control her body through the pain she
had endured, and now she lay in the puddle of her defeat…