Meeting Gordon

"Still want to pretend that you're innocent, Lisa?"

Lisa gasped, trying desperately to drag the air into her lungs. She was no longer lying on the floor. She was upright, with her legs splayed open. Between them, there was a large wooden wedge, which ran all the way to the ground, gradually narrowing as it rose. The point of it was placed right between her legs, the weight of her body was slowly forcing it deeper into herself. Sweat slicked her legs and her arms, which were bound behind her back still. She was gasping for air, trying to focus her mind as her body screamed. Feeling the wooden horse edge slowly inside of her was a true ****, sparking both erotic waves of pleasure which made her shudder and also pain as the edges of the wood dug into her pussy. Her toes were curled, and so were her fingers, and she didn't even have the strength to try and slide off of it.

Her body was pulsing with pain and pleasure, her hair was a ruined, unsightly mess. She knew that she was drooling from the corner of her mouth, but couldn't wipe it away. She tried not to moan, but that was so hard now. The constant pressure against her womanhood, the feeling of violation as her own body weight **** the device deeper into her. She felt it slowly sinking into her pussy, the feeling was like being totally helpless. She had no protection left, no way to guard her dignity. All she could do was to sit back and endure as her body was **** to undergo both pain and pleasure in mind-numbing waves. The hard wooden wedge had already started to part her labia, pressing them further and further away as it was driven deeper into her body. It felt cold and hard inside of her, punishing and humiliating just as it was intended to do.

The pain of this intrusion was a constant low level feeling. A pulse between her legs that didn't rest. The feeling of her whole weight pressed down against her lower body, and the tip of the wedge of wood was unyielding. Lisa had been able to take it at first, but it wore away on you, constantly battering mind and body as you did your best to ignore it. Then, it had gotten worse, and she'd tried to shift her body, to take it off the worst hit areas, but this only made the pressure uneven, and so she sank into it further, making her squeak and writhe as bolts of lightning raced up her spine.

The worst part was that it wasn't just painful. That was part of it, but Lisa had always had a humiliation kink, that was how she'd gotten here in the first place. And even if she didn't want to play the game anymore, she was still the one who had sit it up, and it still played into her fetish. With her legs spread and her hands tied, feeling the solid edge of the wooden horse pressing against her womanhood, her clit burned and ached to be touched, her skin was hot, arousal flowed through her, like the pain but somehow worse.

She was getting off on this. She was being tortured for information, and she was getting off on it! It was like some weird mix between her secret fantasies and a nightmare she couldn't awaken from.

The feeling of being constantly penetrated, utterly helpless, totally at the mercy of her worst enemies, it hit her kinky side harder than anything else ever had. To her absolute shame, Lisa had already cum once thanks to the wooden horse, and this only served to make the **** even more exquisite. Her pussy was sensitive now, overstimulated, but the device didn't allow her to rest. It continued to press her, to make her squirm, to make her beg. She had no dignity left now. She'd lost that, begging David to let her off, begging him to end this.

"I'll end it when you tell me what I want to know."

"I don't know!" Lisa protested, "I really don't know anything about rulebooks! I swear, David! I really do!"

David and Lillian shared a look. For a moment, Lisa felt the dawn of hope as David said.

"I am not sure if we should go much further with this one, Lillian. I don't want her to be damaged in any way that won't heal. Are you sure this won't do anything permanent?"

"If we leave her on too long, it would." Lillian said, "In the old days, this was actually an instrument of ****, did you know? For finding witches. You put a woman up on that, weigh her down, and sooner or later, she'll confess to nearly anything. But it's not dangerous so long as we keep an eye on things and don't let it go too far. This version is actually mostly harmless, though I bet it doesn't feel that way to her."

David seemed to think for a moment.

"What do you think we should do?"

Lillian grinned.

"I think we should add some weight so poor little Lisa can get the full experience. We could probably attach something heavy to those tits of hers thanks to the piercing you made her get. I'm sure she'd love that, eh Lisa?"

Lisa gulped, shaking her head.

"N-no! Please don't! This is already more than enough! I don't know anything! I swear that I don't!"

"Well, that's a problem," Lillian said, "Because I don't believe you, so you're going to stay there until you finally confess and tell us where the rulebook is."

"I don't know..." David said slowly, "this clearly isn't working. If she really does know, she's very strong willed. I don't think devices on their own are going to cut it."

"What do you mean?" Lillian turned to face him.

"I think it's time that Lisa really earned her title as the _college _sex ****."

the college campus was made up of several buildings and facilities, as would be expected. But only one of them had a rooftop opening which led to a balcony that overlooked most of the college. Most people didn't go up there nowadays. In fact, the passage leading to it was normally locked, with the keys held only by trusted members of staff. Even the staff themselves didn't much bother with the place, it was always empty, and most people didn't even remember that it was there. This time, though, Diana was not surprised to see that the doorway leading to the staircase up was not locked at all, but left open for her. She paused at the door, still not quite sure what to do, her heart was thundering, and she knew that she could only hope that her plan would work. There was no time for anything else, no chance to fall back and come up with something better. It was do or die, and it wasn't just herself on the line.

She opened the door and headed towards the staircase. It spiralled, leading her upwards towards the roof of the building, where the balcony was nestled overlooking the smaller sections of the compound. She walked slowly, feeling like a woman who was walking to meet her destiny. She didn't know how it would turn out, she didn't know what would happen, but one way or another, it would end here. Diana felt as though she was moving against a great weight, pushing her way forwards. Part of her wanted to end this, part of her was scared. Scared she would lose. Scared she would doom not just herself, but Lisa and Stacy too. She'd had so little time, Gordon had **** her to move, to act, but she wasn't prepared, she hadn't formed a plan, or figured out an approach that might work. She did have a few minutes to hastily make some preparations, but those were nothing compared to what she could have done with time to properly sit back and think.

It was intentional too. Gordon was trapping her, leaving her with no time to really bring her mind to bear on the problem. For someone who was used to meticulous planning and action, he was forcing her to react to him. This fact alone made her worried, because it meant that he was smart. He'd thought this through, planned everything out. She wasn't just going against someone like David, who was a bully that didn't have much more to him than that. Faced with trouble or danger, David would crumble. But Gordon might not...

The skirt she was being **** to wear billowed around her legs as she walked, and Diana was glad that she had chosen to wear knee length black socks, because they at least helped to keep her warm. Tights had been out of the question, of course. She was pretty sure that David would consider them a type of underwear, and they would have gone against the rules that **** her to keep her pussy bear to the world. She was reminded now of her lack of panties as she walked up the stairs, her skirt moving with her steps, and she was thankful no one else was around to potentially catch an eyeful of her womanhood.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was in reality only a few minutes, Diana came to the end of the staircase, rising up to press against the final door which opened to allow her into the balcony. It was a large balcony, intended to allow decent sized gatherings. It was ringed with a fence, and someone had raised a canopy-roof over it to provide some shade and protection against the rain. It seemed such a big place to meet only one other person, but here they were both sure that no one would disturb them.

Someone else was standing on the edge of the balcony, looking down over the college. He didn't turn as he heard the door open, though she was sure that he must have done so.

As she edged closer to him, he started to talk.

"It's amazing, isn't it? The feeling you get when you first realise what your rulebook can do. You can alter the very laws of the world itself. Make fair foul or foul fair. With this sort of power, no one can stop you. No one will ever even know that you have it if you don't let them. The whole world is yours to shape, like wet putty, to be moulded and changed into whatever you want. At first you want to help your friends, your family, you use it to bring them things they need. Money or jobs, or just good luck, fulfil their every wish.

"But as it goes on, you start to realise something, don't you? You start to see that people aren't much different from the world itself. They're just there to be shaped. You can fight against it for as long as you want, but that's the truth. Is a person really a person if you can alter them at whim? New clothes, a new face, a new lifestyle, new family, what is there that cannot be taken or given? How can such a being have free will? We can make them think what we want, make them remember things that never happened, turn lover into hated enemies, or hated enemies into the best of friends. Like a switch, a simple flick of a pen, and the world is changed forever.

"I don't want to sound arrogant, but that sort of power really is usually considered to be within the realm of a god, isn't it?"

Finally, he turned to face her.

"To the rest of the world, those who hold the rulebooks have absolute power. What else would you call such beings?"