"There was the sound of the switch rushing through the air and then a wail assailed my ears. Completely disorientated by the pain and humiliation, I realized that the howls I heard were my own. My Aunt Zincuda, dressed only in her chemise leaned over the carpenter's table. Her fingers reached out for the wood and kindling piled before me. A combination of rage and ecstasy grossly distorted her face. 'Qendressa,' she hissed in my face. 'You little bitch! This will teach you to seduce my son!'
"Tears blurred my vision as I watched Zincuda grab the piece of rough-hewn sandalwood, which lay on the table beside me. I writhed and wriggled in protest as she began to secure it to my back with the series of long green willow twigs. I thrashed and swayed but I could do little, as my hands were tightly bound to the corners of the workbench with coarse hemp rope. When I tried to kick at my aunt, my actions met with more sound correction from the birch switch. Soon my ass was covered in thick painful weals and I could feel blood running down my legs."
The words, which came from the laptop speakers, captivated Eric. A little detective work through the printed transcripts of his father's electronic diaries and a great deal of luck had lead Eric to the CD which was now playing. He listened intently as Essa recounted, to his father, the scene that had entrapped her hundreds of years ago. Her story, created in his mind, both erotic images and empathy for the poor trapped girl. Her words painted in fear and panic were addicting. He not only listened, as an eager learner hoping to gain knowledge about how Essa had been ensnared and thereby perhaps gain some knowledge of how to set her free, but also as an enthralled voyeur. Excitement grew within him.
In a trembling voice, Essa continued her story. "Once Zincuda had secured the wood to my back she moved away from me and approached the man with the switch. He was thin, wiry, and dressed only in a dirty shirt. His hands were calloused and rough. When Zincuda approached him, a smile spread across his bearded and pock marked face. His black eyes gleamed with lust. They embraced in frenzy and tore at each other's clothes. Soon they were naked.
"Their clothes were tossed at my feet along with the switch. I could see the droplets of my blood that still clung to the edges of the cruel birch and stained their garments. The searing pain in my buttocks soon began to ebb as I became engrossed in the erotic scene that was playing out before my eyes.
"My aunt drew his face down so he could kiss her pendulous breasts and suck on her large, brown nipples. 'Oh Igor, that's it. Suck my tits!' she commanded as she reached out and grabbed his enormous cock. 'I have to get you ready!' He just continued to make sucking noises and moaned.
"I could see her excitement growing. Her face as flushed and her breath came in short pants. She worked her hand furiously and his dick seemed to double in size before my eyes. Then her eyes met mine. Lust, dominance, and hatred filled her fiery gaze. What had I done to deserve such treatment? Bewildered, I cried out.
"Auntie, please...
"A sharp backhand slap across my face silenced my plea. Zincuda continued with her attention to Igor until she felt he was ready. Then she shrieked, 'Now Igor, now! Work your magic! Bind her away. Then we will all be rich...'
"Zincuda spun Igor around to face my exposed ass. With a series of deft leg sweeps, she further spread my legs. Then there was the painful shock, as the bulbous head of his cock began to work in and out of my pussy. Pain began to turn to pleasure. My breathing began to change and I closed my eyes. "Now Igor! Now!' screamed my aunt.
" Igor began to chant as he plunged in and out of my pussy. 'Three by three and three again...willow and wood cling and bind...seed of man unite and join...' Then he withdrew from me only to thrust again. I twisted and avoided his first thrust, but he thrust again. Oh David it was awful..."
Essa's voice dissolved into a series of sobs. Eric could hear his father trying to comfort Essa and imploring her to continue. She did however, her muffled voice was hard to understand. Eric had to replay that section of the disk several times. Nevertheless, the only words he could decipher were...awful...searing pain...fainted... and blackness. Frustrated Eric made a few cryptic notes on the yellow pad he now kept on the desk beside the laptop and turned in the chair to gaze at the doll on the chest of drawers.
It was early in the afternoon, and the sandalwood doll now lay beside him on the daybed. He was beginning to learn the rules for handing the doll and had been careful not to touch the wood with his bare hands as he excitedly carried it to the bed. Naked, his anticipation of what was to come was already beginning to show. Eric cautiously removed the small silk robe and examined the back of the doll. There were pale lines on the sides of the ribcage and a mark that paralleled the spine and ended just above the buttocks. Could these marks be the remnants of the willow bindings and the wood in Essa's story? Intrigued, Eric peered closer. Upon a more exacting investigation, he could also see a series of faint, lateral marks, which extended across the curve of the doll's bottom. The description of Essa's whipping filled his mind. He could not resist the urge to touch them. Suddenly, everything went blurry and black.
Essa lay on the bed on her stomach with her head propped up on her left elbow with her knees adjacent to the pillows and Eric's head. Her feet moved back and forth in the air to the beat of the movements of her hand. She was stroking Eric's cock. "So you like touching my ass, do you?" Essa teased with a laugh. He did not respond immediately, but a sharp tug freed up his tongue.
"Ouch! Hey, go easy, there! That's the only one I got," he cried. Another sharp tug encouraged a more detailed reply. "Yes, yes I do like rubbing your ass. It's...it's a very beautiful ass and I have trouble keeping my hands off of it." Eric continued between pants of pain and pleasure. Essa's response was a laugh followed by a quick turn of her body and a playful leap. She now straddled him. Essa's arms embraced his hips, her breasts pushed hard against his stomach, and she began to smother him in kisses. Eric gasped.
