| September
21st
Work, work, work. Now we are concentrating
in my role of the surviving sister. It's really
dramatic, tomorrow we shoot the scene where I'm
kidnapped. Nothing happens to me because I get rescued
and I am the one to kill the killer.
Our last night in the tropics
still linger in my mind. It was an amazing night
because I made a discovery, a tremendous discovery.
We arrived to the cabin after
one hour walk on a dirt road. It was a nice walk
because the afternoon was cool. The place was very
silent. Jan told me that his friend uses the place
just twice a year, as a vacation spot. Occasionally
some people will come on a weekend, but onl a couple
of times a year. So we had the place for
ourselves.
The sun was down, so it was very
dark and quite. No moon, so it was dark. We started
a bonfire, near a tree and we sat by the fire to
talk. After a short while Jan asked how I felt about
the life I was living now. I said that it was wonderful
but very strange. He asked me if I had any problems
with the whipping I received. Of course I didn't
have any problems with that.
He then did something strange.
He led me by my hands to one of the wooden planks
that held the cabin up, he told me to hold the top
of the plank as far as I could. He lifted my t shirt
to expose me breasts, he turn me around to face
him, my arms over my head, my breasts exposed. He
walked back to see me. I wondered how I looked to
him. "You look beautiful" ... again he read my mind.
He came back to me and lifting
my t shirt all the way up he used it to tie my hands
to the wood, he used a stick to fasten it up there.
He then pulled my shorts down and off and then my
panties. He used my panties to gag me. They were
a bit wet by then because I was getting really hot
when he started undressing me.
He disappeared into the dark and
came back with a couple of branches from the tangerine
trees. The branches have long and awful thorns.
He got close to me, with his knee
he pushed my legs apart, he wet his finger inside
of me and then began to rub it slowly and delicately
over my clit. As I got excited he then caressed
my breasts, killing my nipples, sucking them ...
I was excited... really excited.
He pulled my arms up until I was on my toes, my
legs open, totally naked, my back and ass against
the rough wooden post. Fuck me" I begged, I wanted
him to fill me up. But before he did it he took
one of the nasty thorns, broke it off the branch
and slowly pressed it against my breast.
The pain was horrible but I was
so excited that what I felt was contradictory. The
thorn went in almost half an inch and a bit of blood
began to stream down my breast. He then entered
me, slowly, he left the thorn there, on my breast,
hurting and as we made love I could feel that every
time he moved against me the thorn went in a bit
more, just a bit.
He was wild, which in turn made
me wild. I think we were both screaming when we
came. When we were finished he lowered me and carried
me near the bonfire that was dying out. I was in
his arms, naked and bleeding. He pulled the thorn
off with his mouth. It hurt more when it was out.
He sat with me on his lap, caressing
me, stroking my hair and then asked me how I felt.
I told him that I was fine, that it was hurting
but I was very satisfied. He then told me what I
think I already knew:"You are like me"
I didn't know what he meant. So
he got up, taking me to the tree, by the bonfire.
Told me to stand against the tree, to hold the branches
that formed an odd cross. They were high, so he
lifted me up so I could grab the branches with my
arms open in a cross. "I have a script for a film
where a woman is crucified, would you like to do
it?" He asked, looking at me seriously.
It's the story of a young woman
who rebels against her father. It's set in colonial
times in the caribbean. "I think I would love it"
I said as he let go off me and left me hanging from
the tree, my fingers struggling to stay holding
the branches. "Stay there, just like that" He said
while taking his belt off, I knew what was coming,
and I wasn't afraid. I could jump if I wanted, I
was not tied up up there. I could say no, as he
approached me. But he did something else, he pushed
with a stick the burning charcoal from the bonfire
and placed it under my feet. Now I couldn't jump.
I was hanging there, by my fingers, the burning
charcoal under my feet and he was raising his belt.
I closed my eyes and felt the first crack of the
belt against my belly and then the second against
my thighs and a third on my legs.
My fingers were close to slipping
off the branches while the belt fell on my breast.
I couldn't take any longer, I was going to fall
on the burning charcoal... I was afraid of burning
my feet ... while I was being lashed with a leather
belt ... My fingers couldn't hold me any longer
so I let go.... |
