She swims back to consciousness, aware of the large gap in her memory. What DID happen after she passed out? Carol remembered only the pleasant-voiced older man who had caught her seconds before she blacked out. Her vision seemed as hazy as her memory, but she was increasingly aware of the peculiar position of her limbs. Perhaps she had broken both legs, for they seemed to be propped far above her as she lay on the bed,   as if she were in traction. Her arms were pinned above her, and a gentle tug did not free her    wrists from whatever force held them there. Carol shook her head, puzzled. Her ankles were  propped so high that her ass was off the bed, and the small of her back swung above the sheets. What kind of hospital put its patients in such strange positions? And what had happened to put her in the hospital, anyway?

She now became aware of the tight belt that cinched her already-small waist in several inches. When she tried to squirm from side to side, it held her somehow, as if it might be fastened to something. Just as she began to panic at her continued inability to clear her vision, she heard approaching footsteps, and then the room sprang into brilliance! The lights had been dimmed, and she now discovered, a soft scarf draped over a framework above her face to delay her recognition of her surroundings. She could see through the scarf, in a blurred fashion, and she saw two men enter the room. She also discovered, to her shock and dismay, that she was naked! Her ankles were fastened wide-spread to the bottom finials of a tall four-poster bed, and her wrists closer to the bed on the top posts. A wide black leather strap bit into the up-tilted curve of her waist, and a cord led from each side of the cinch to the bottom posts of the bed. The men stopped at the bottom of the bed, just to her left. One she could see was the older gentleman from earlier in the evening, the other was a younger man, tall and spare of flesh, whom she had never seen before. Why were they here? Why was she? Carol felt the raw edge of panic in her again, and fought to keep it down. She would need all her wits to keep from going insane.

The older man spoke, not to her, but to the other man. "You see, Charles, this position provides access to all the appropriate areas, except, of course, the back. She is entirely vulnerable to anything, from fucking to..." Charles chuckled softly. "So when do we begin?" The older man smiled. "So impatient - and there is no need. She is not going anywhere, are you, my dear?" His hand stroked gently down the inside of her thigh, just below the knee. Carol tried to squirm away from his touch, but was able only to twist her shoulders and head about on the bed. "You see what I mean, Charles? A perfect blackboard for the teacher." And he and Charles laughed again, the kind of laugh that portends no amusement for anyone but those laughing. "I'm looking forward to these lessons, Ray," said the younger man. "When do we begin?" "We already have." came the quiet answer, as the man's hand continued to stroke the woman's leg in the same intimate way.

"The key to sensual pain is timing." Ray's hand never ceased its gentle strokes. Carol gasped in fright nonetheless - what in heaven were they planning? "You see, her apprehensions have awakened," the older man continued. "This is essential - once the fear comes in, the senses are aroused to their fullest. THAT is the key to her passion!" Even through the scarf, Carol could see that the man's expression was not cruel, but his words were terrifying! With no way to escape, adrenalin was making her shake and her heart thump alarmingly. Her fright merely increased as she saw the thin strip of plastic Ray now raised. The thing was about two feet long, and approximately the width of a pencil. It was slightly flattened, however. "This is a very useful cane," said Ray. "It's the material used for boning bras and such now, very whippy and light, but impossible to break." And without any further words, he cracked the thin strip against the thigh he had been stroking! Carol shrieked, and jerked against her bonds helplessly, unable to escape the pain. She could see the white slash of flesh turning red as the whip-mark developed. "Now, the novice would hit her again, right away - probably on the other thigh. Isn't that what you would do?" Charles shook his head. "That's a sucker question! You just told me no - now tell me why not." "Timing, as I said before. What you want to do is wait until her breathing slows, and the skin has a chance to recover from the blow. THEN!" and a second blow landed just below the mark of the first, on the same thigh. "then, she will feel ALL of the next stroke, and move that much closer to her translation. Carol struggled desperately for breath, not really hearing the man's words. Her panic filled her, but it had no avenue except her throat. She thrashed her head back and forth, and fought the confinements of her bonds, to no avail.

The lesson continued until Carol hung limp in the ropes, and the insides of both thighs were criss-crossed with red marks. Such was the expertise of the older man, though, that she was still conscious and fearful, awaiting the next "lesson".

Carol's thighs seemed to be on fire. She gasped as the older man, Ray, stroked the heated flesh gently. "You see, Charles, all the nerves are awake now. She thinks what she feels here is pain, but that will change." He continued the soothing stroking motion, and gradually, despite her fear and the pain in her skin, Carol began to feel the tickling of arousal. "Now you will see the advantages of this position more clearly, because I think it is time for some fucking." Ray's casual statement caused Carol's thighs to tighten in protest, sending a new wash of pain over her - but also increasing her excitement. She was dismayed to feel the lubrication start in her pussy.

Charles looked at the older man uncertainly. "Which one of us is going to fuck her?" "Oh, both of us eventually - but you will start us off tonight." The sound of the two men discussing her casually over her bound and helpless body made Carol feel more frightened, and at the same time, more aroused. She was as helpless to understand these new feelings as she was to escape her bonds. Still, she tried, succeeding only in creating a feeling of discomfort in her wide-spread, whipped thighs, and a fresh flow of juices in her vulnerable twat.

Charles began to remove his trousers, but was halted by Ray. "Leave the pants on - just unzip the fly and haul out your cock." "Why?" wondered the younger man. "There's a certain element of mastery in your being totally dressed and her being totally exposed as she is." The words awakened a quivering sense of humiliation in Carol that somehow heightened her excitement. She watched dimly through the scarf as Charles hauled an enormous-seeming prick out of his trousers. Despite that, she was unprepared for the sensation of its swollen head pressing against her labia. She began to fight the bonds again, shrieking in protest if not in pain, but of course her struggles had no outcome - the man's cock sank deep into her, and the coarse weave of the cloth (and probably the zipper teeth as well) ground against her sensitized flesh. What she felt was definitely pain - but the swelling of her labia, and the copious moisture inside her testified to other sensations as well. Somehow, Carol was being turned on. With no other outlet for her adrenalin, she was feeling more aroused than she ever had before. The excitement of struggle and fear had been translated to sexual excitement, and she felt her struggles changing, too. Now she strove to grind her flaming pussy harder against the man's groin as he fucked her. In this, she was no more successful than in her earlier attempts to escape.

Carol had in common with her fellow females a need for extensive arousal before she would orgasm. It was not surprising that Charles came in her before her own spasm could build. The withdrawal of the now-spent man came as a shock almost as painful as the earlier whipping. She screamed her protest. Ray was nodding his head approvingly. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to pull you off - that's a critical part of her training, you know, sexual arousal, then denial. She's come a long way tonight - not ALL the way, but quite far. We'll let her rest now, and you and I will go have a drink. You look like you could use one." And the two men left the room, snapping off the light as they went.

Carol was wild with need, and her bondage did not permit even the slightest relief. She could only hang limp in the cords and wish with all her heart that the men would return. She did not realize, but that was the purpose of the lesson she had just been through.