THE ASSIGNMENT
by V.P. Viddler
1
The restaurant was not too big, not too small. I was
waiting. I was on assignment.
I saw her come in. Tall. Rangy. Slim, but not in the bosom.
Blonde. Long hair. Wool top. Skirt. Good legs. Firm. Good eyes.
But nervous now. Darting around. She saw me. She knew. I waited.
She came to my table. Nervous. Scared. She had to take a
long breath before she could say it. "M-Mister Arno?"
"Miss Davis," I said. "Sit down."
She did. Her lips trembled. She couldn't look at my eyes.
I said, "I don't know your first name."
"It--it's Robin."
"Robin," I said. "Good."
"I call you--"
"Mr. Arno," I said.
"Oh."
"How old are you?"
"Why do you--I--I'm twenty-four."
"And you know why you are here."
"I--" Robin swallowed. "I'm--look, I--I don't--"
"You do," I said. "Say it."
"I--please--"
"Say it."
Robin looked at the table top. "I--"
"No," I said. "Look at me. Look into my eyes and say it."
"Oh." Robin swallowed. She raised her head slowly, her eyes
round, her mouth slightly open, breath slightly fast. She looked
at my eyes.
"Say it."
"I--I am to be--punished."
"That's right," I said. And I smiled.
Robin's eyes dropped. She bit her lip. "What are you going
to--to do to me?" she whispered.
I said, "I'm going to hurt you, Robin. I'm going to hurt you
very badly. In many ways."
"Oh!" Robin gasped.
"That's why I'm here," I said. "That's what I am paid to do.
And that's what I enjoy doing."
"Enjoy?" Robin said.
"Oh, yes. I do enjoy my work. A lot. And I'm certainly going
to enjoy it with you, Robin. You're a most attractive lady. It's
going to be a lot of fun. For me."
Robing was looking at me with naked fright. "No," she got
out.
I nodded.
Robin began to say something, but choked on it. She gulped.
"Look," she said swiftly. "Look, you--you don't have to hurt me.
Not really--I--I mean--if you just--just--you know--"
"Oh, no, Robin," I said. "You must be punished. You know
that."
"But--look--I--I--I'll make it worth your while--I-I'll
pay--"
"Don't be silly," I said.
"But--Oh god--look--I--I'll--I'll give you my body," she
said desperately. "I'll--I'll do anything you want. All right?
I'll make it good for you, honest, and you can have me all you--
I--oh--"
Robin shut up because I was just grinning at her. "You must
know," I said, "that I'm going to have your body anyway, Robin.
Any way I want it. It's a kind of bonus." Deliberately, I looked
at her breasts, heaving against the wool of her top. "I can
hardly wait for that. But it will be still better after I hurt
you a bit. It adds spice, you know."
"Oh, dear god!" Robin said softly. Her skin was deathly
pale.
"Your fright turns me on," I said.
"Bastard!" Robin hissed, then quickly gasped. "I--I'm sorry.
I--oh god, what will I--" She began to sob softly.
"Robin," I said, "if you attract attention to us, it will be
a lot worse for you."
Robin bit her lip and rubbed her tears away. "I'm scared,"
she said.
"I know."
"What--what will you do?"
"First," I said, "I'll tie you up by your wrists and watch
you hang. I'll watch that for a while. And then--a bit of
whipping."
"Oh!" Robin gasped.
"A bit of pinching with pliers."
"Oh, Jesus!"
"A bit of--"
"Stop! For god's sake! You can't!"
"Robin," I said, "light me a cigarette."
"What? Wh-what for?"
"A little preview."
"Oh, Christ no!"
"Light me a cigarette, Robin. Now. Or I swear you will be a
most sorry lady."
"Please--" Robin said. With shaking hands she got out a pack
of cigarettes, took one out and lit it up. Shaking badly.
"Give it to me."
"Don't. No, don't."
I held out my hand. She handed me the burning cigarette.
"Now, Robin," I said. "Don't move."
Under the table I found her skirt.
"No," Robin said.
I pulled that skirt up and laid my hand on her bare thigh.
Robin twitched. "Don't," I said, and slid the skirt higher, and
my hand with it. Her thigh was soft, smooth, yielding. I found a
spot high up on that thigh and positioned the cigarette.
"Don't. Don't!" Robin whispered frantically.
"Robin," I said. "I'm going to burn you. It's going to hurt.
Don't make a sound. Not a sound. If you do, I will spread you out
and put burn marks all over your body all night long. To start.
Do you understand, Robin?"
"Please."
"Do you?"
Robin nodded, panting with fright.
"I love this," I said, and ground the burning tip slowly, oh
so slowly, into her thigh. Robin hissed loudly and spasmed with
pain, and I said, "I'm going to have such fun with you, Miss
Davis..."
2
"Don't do it again," Robin said, shaking. "Please. Oh,
please don't do it again."
"I want to," I said. "I love it so much when you go crazy
with the pain, but can't make a sound. But I don't want you to
hiss so loudly this time, Robin. It might attract curiosity. Just
hold it all in. All right?"
"No. Oh please, please, dear god I can't, you must know I
can't stand it again."
"So arousing, your terror," I said.
"No," Robin choked. "I beg you. Not now. Oh no...please...
nooo..."
Robin was crying and my cock was hard watching it. But now
what I was afraid of happened. A waiter had noticed Robin's
crying, and now was standing by our table.
"Is the lady all right, sir?" he said. I saw him look at
Robin's body. I saw him stripping her in his mind.
I said, "No. The lady is frightened, because the lady is
going to hurt badly in a moment. Again."
"Again?" the waiter said.
"Again," I said. "I have just burned this lady's thigh with
a cigarette."
"Really?" our waiter said.
"And," I said, "I am about to do it again. Do you find that
thought...stimulating?"
"I do, sir," the waiter said. "I most assuredly do."
"Good. You may stay and watch."
"Oh, thank you, sir. Thank you."
"Stand close by to guard the lady from sight as much as
possible. I have told her not to make any sounds, or call
attention to us; but who knows what reactioins such intense pain
may bring. But, Robin--you know, don't you, that you will be
awfully sorry if I am unhappy with what happens. Don't you?"
"Oh, please, god, oh--"
"Answer me, Robin," I said warningly.
"I--oh--yes," Robin whimpered.
"Right. Now." I put my hand on Robin's soft thigh again.
Robin caught her breath and went all stiff. I smiled. "It's so
exciting, isn't it?" I said. "To have a woman this way. To be her
absolute master, to watch all that pain and horror and fright and
shame and humiliation and helplessness. Robin is going to be
hurt. She knows she will suffer terrible pain, and she is
horribly frightened. Look at the whiteness of her face, the
rapidity of her breathing. Look at those rising and falling
breasts, the nipples hard with fright, poking out her blouse so
provocatively. She is shaking now, and you can hear her panting.
And there is nothing you can do about it, Robin. Nothing. Nothing
at all. That's the most beautiful, most arousing aspect of all."
"What will you do with the lady afterwards?" the waiter
said.
"Think of it, my boy," I gloated. "I will have this lady at
my disposal all night long. To hurt and torture and violate, as I
wish. And I will, my boy. I most certainly will. I will hurt her
in ways she cannot begin to imagine. I will torment that young
body until she is out of her mind with pain, until she is
twisting and flailing and writhing and spasming--and also
screaming and yelling and howling and shrieking and wailing--and
begging me to stop. For you will be allowed to make all the noise
you want at that time, Robin. And when you are almost dying with
agony, I will take you. Ah. Ah yes. I will possess that
voluptuous body in all the ways I can think of. Again and again.
And you will crawl for me, young Robin. Crawl and plead
frantically with me to allow you to use your mouth on my cock, or
to lick up my piss, or to roll in my shit. If only I will not
hurt you any more, Robin. Such a night awaits!"
Robin was sobbing and shaking very hard. But she
straightened up with a gasp as I clamped my hand on her thigh.
"Oh, no," she choked out. "Oh please no god no please don't I
can't please dear god Christ Jesus don't I'll do anything no."
"Will you suck this man's cock?" I said.
"I--oh, I--yes. Yes. I will. All right."
"All right," I said. "You may do so after I burn you again."
"No!"
"Shut up!" I said. "Or I'll have you sucking the cock of
every last man in this room. Do you want that?"
"No."
"I will burn you now, Robin," I said.
Robin was panting fast and hard, and I couldn't wait. My
cock was throbbing. "All right," I said to the waiter. "Watch.
Watch this. Watch." And I again slowly slowly ground the hot,
burning cigarette tip into Robin's thigh. So slowly, so
painfully. Robin spasmed and spasmed and a low whining sound
forced itself through her tight lips. High and whiny and she
bowed over the table and I came in my pants...
