EXTRACT FOR
Stranger Than Truth
(David Weaver)

Extract 1:

"So, what do you all think?"

Tasha shook her head.  "I think there are a lot of daft people in here.  I would never do the things that these people are doing, no insult intended."

Valerie smiled.  "No insult taken.  The important question is, 'Can you do what is needed for your part in the movie?'  If you can't, you need to quit now and let Milton find someone else."

"It would help if I could see just what that was.  Could you two re-enact one of the scenes that I need to be in?  Let me see what I'm in for."

Sally looked at Val, and after a nod from her, nodded herself.  "Yes, we rented a room where we can do so in private.  What scene did you want to see?"

"The worst one, the one where Francine whips you bloody."

Valerie tensed, her breath becoming ragged as memories flooded her.  Naked, bound helpless in the doorway, the lash falling over and over again, her cries of "Red light," ignored.  Her hand gripped Sally's and trembled.  Everyone stared at her, not grasping the sudden change in her.

"Val, honey.  Are you okay?"

Valerie shook her head, unable to find her voice.

"It's not going to happen again.  I will never hurt you like that, ever.  No one will.  Look at me Val."  Sally took Valerie's head in her hands and turned it to look at Sally's eyes.  "I.  Will.  Never.  Hurt.  You.  Like.  That."  Each word was slowly uttered, as its own distinct sentence.  Sally then took Val in an embrace, holding her tight against her fear.

"What's wrong with her?  If this scene is so bad for her, someone who is used to being hurt, I don't want anything to do with it."

The other three actors stepped back from Tasha as Sally turned, fire in her eyes.  "You fucking bitch!  Valerie lived through that 'scene' as you called it.  Not for a few minutes on camera, then, 'Cut!  Make up!' to place the injuries.  She was whipped by a crazy woman for two solid hours, one hour more than she was able to take in her submission.  You just asked her to relive that terror, to re-enact the event that gave her these!"  Sally turned Val around and lifted her shirt, revealing the scars that covered her back.  Tasha gasped, her hands clasped to her face.  "These aren't make up!  These are the real thing.  Yes, Valerie's a little emotional right now.  It's been less than a year since the incident.  She shares her house with the woman who did this.  I've seen the script.  Hell!  I helped write it, for all practical purposes.  There is nothing in that script that you won't be able to handle."  Sally stopped as Valerie put her hand on Sally's shoulder.

"Thanks Sally."  Valerie straightened her shirt.  Around them, people made a pointed effort to pretend that they had not heard what had happened.  Val turned to Tasha.  "Ms. Williams.  Francine`s brutalization of me was the second worst thing to happen to me, ever.  The first was Mike's death."  She squeezed Sally's shoulder.  "It's very hard to remember.  But, yes, we'll give you a demo.  I want you, however, to experience a single stroke to your arm.  Seeing me whipped will not tell you how much pain there will be.  Feeling it on you will."  She saw Tasha tense and pull back.  "I know it frightens you.  That's good. It should be frightening.  I understand your reluctance, that's why I'm not asking for what you should really experience, a five to ten minute session with your back being whipped."

"I don't understand.  How can you let this happen?"





Extract 2:

Knowing what was required of her, Sally straddled the horse so that her legs were on either side.  Charles bound her hands and hooked them to a chain that was hanging above the device.  He pulled the chain just tight enough so that her arms were fully extended, taking most of her weight, yet she could still stand flat on her feet.  She could take the weight off her arms by standing on tip toe.  Then Charles reversed the hand crank, raising the top piece up until it was touching Sally's pussy.

He stopped for a moment and spread Sally's pussy lips so that the top piece fit into her cunt.  The crank was turned again and the top piece started to force its way deeper into Sally's cunt.  Instinctively, Sally raised up on her toes to avoid the penetration.  When he thought he was at the right point, Charles locked the top bar in place.

"Sally, let yourself down."

Slowly, she dropped to her feet, forcing the edge of the horse deeper into her cunt.  Sally groaned in pain as the edge forced her lips apart and itself deeper into her.  Her pussy was in pain, spread wide with a massive intruder trying to force itself in even deeper.  She knew her arms would begin to ache soon from the strain of holding her weight.

"Master?"

"Yes, Sally?"

"It hurts Master.  How long?"

"Until I want to stop.  You are free to ride the horse."

"Yes Master."

Sally raised herself onto her toes, relieving the pain in her cunt, somewhat.  As she stood, her legs began to feel the burn.  It didn't take long before the burn became an ache.  Soon, she was damp all over her body from the perspiration her exertions caused.  With no breeze in the basement, all the moisture could do was run down her body, each drop's trail a tickle across her skin.  Her breathing was ragged and she was moaning almost constantly.

Valerie watched her lover suspended and the bar raised up into her pussy.  Her stomach began to develop a knot as she watched the pain clearly grow in Sally.  Tears ran down her face as her heart was torn at watching Sally's steadily increasing agony.  It felt very much like the first time she had been ordered to whip Sally, during Val's initiation.  Valerie was sure that little pieces of her heart were slipping away.

After fifteen minutes, Sally's legs could no longer support her weight.  Trembling, she lowered herself to her feet and the pain in her cunt spiked, drawing a cry from her.  It was echoed by a cry from Valerie.  Sally, who had been keeping her eyes closed in concentration, opened them to see Valerie crying freely, her hands making jerking motions towards Sally as she fought to not interfere.  Valerie was acting as if she was in greater pain than Sally was, and maybe she was, on an emotional level.

Sally's pussy was soon in agony and she was forced to go back on her toes.  Her legs had not had anywhere near enough time to recover and were instantly in pain again.  It only took ten minutes this time before she was forced to drop to her feet again.  This time, the pain in her cunt was so bad she cried out.

"Oh God!  Master, it hurts.  Please Master, I need off."

"No Sally.  Keep riding."

Valerie cried out, "Please Master, let her go, take me instead.  I can't take it, Master.  It's hurting her so much."

"Valerie, do not interfere."

Valerie, sobbing uncontrollably, dropped to her knees and crawled to Charles.  Her head at his feet, she begged.  "Master, please.  Don't do this to her.  It's too much.  She'll be maimed.  Stop please Master.  Don't let her be scarred like I was, please Master."

Charles' voice was hard.  "Valerie!  Go back to your position and watch."

Sobbing even harder, Valerie went back to her position and, unable to stand, looked up at Sally.  Sally was going from toes to feet almost constantly now, unable to find a position that was pain free.  She had begun to sob in pain as well, though her pain was physical.  Having Sally where he wanted her, Charles pulled out a long lashed cat and struck Sally on the back.  The sudden pain from her back caused Sally to lose her footing and her entire weight was dropped onto her cunt.  She screamed in agony and pulled up with her arms.

Valerie lost it.  She jumped up, ran forward and grabbed the whip, screaming, "Red light Master, dear God, Red light.  Sally's dying, Master, don't let her die!  Red light Master, Red light."