I listen to Dr White’s summary. It seems to me to be a somewhat embellished account of what Tabitha has told us, but she does not demure, probably for fear of the consequences of dissenting.
“Now, Tabitha,” Dr White says, when she does not disagree with his analysis. “Let’s try some more questions. Remember that it is in your own interests to answer us truthfully and not to try to conceal things from us. We have ways of making sure that you are not lying.” I see Reverend Gaunt shudder and look at the locked trunk in the corner.
Dr White continues.
“So, was the occasion, two weeks ago, the only time that you have danced in the woods with the other girls?” he asks.
Tabitha stays silent.
“Remember, you must answer!” he says, impatiently. “Let’s see if we can give you some assistance!” he says.
He gets up from the table and walks over to the trunk. He uses a key attached to a chain on his belt to unlock it. The lid opens toward the room, so hides the contents. He takes two small implements from the trunk and then closes and locks it.
He walks over to me and hands the devices to me. I see that they are adjustable metal clamps; my best guess is thumb screws. I look up at Tabitha and see a mix of confusion and fear.
Dr White sits back down again at the table. He turns to me.
“Right, Jonathan,” he says. “Attach the clamps to the girl’s nipples, tight enough so that they do not fall off when you let go of them. And then we will continue the questioning.”
I look at Tabitha. The fear in her eyes has turned to terror.
I hesitate.
“Jonathan,” Dr White addresses me, with deliberate seriousness. “We all need to decide which side we are on; the side of good or of evil. If you are on the side of good, you will do as I instruct you.”
The threat is unmistakable. I give a mental shrug. It seems that I have no choice.
I approach Tabitha, putting one of the clamps on the table as I pass. I look at her, sobbing again.
I take one of Tabitha’s breasts in my hand. The soft flesh is heavy but firm in my grip. Under different circumstances, I would enjoy manhandling Tabitha’s breasts.
“Sorry!” I whisper, hopefully so only Tabitha hears me.
I take the clamp. There are two parallel metal bars joined together by two threaded bolts, at either end, with wing nuts that allow the gap between the bars to be adjusted. I take Tabitha’s nipple and place the clamp over it. I try to tighten the clamp, but I realise that the nipple is not sufficiently erect to be securely trapped between the bars.
I remove the clamp and take Tabitha’s nipple between my thumb and forefinger and roll and squeeze it. Tabitha tries to pull away.
“Don’t” I whisper to her, knowing that resistance will only result in more pain for her.
When the nipple is sufficiently erect, I re-apply the clamp. This time the nipple protrudes from between the two bars. I start to slowly tighten each of the wing nuts, a little each, in turn. Tabitha’s nipple flattens between the two bars. I make a further quarter turn on each wing nut.
Tabitha screams in pain. I wince in sympathy. I let go of the clamp and stand back. It stays in place on Tabitha’s nipple. I worry that I have tightened it too much.
“Good,” says Dr White when he sees my handiwork. “Now the other one.”
I repeat the process on Tabitha’s other tit. Again, Tabitha screams as I tighten the wing nuts and, again, I wince.
When I am done, I stand aside. Tabitha instinctively puts her hands to her breasts to try and ease the pain.
“Hands at your sides,” commands Dr White. Then he turns to me.
“Shackle her hands behind her back,” he tells me. “She must learn to do as she is told.”
I fasten a sobbing Tabitha’s hands behind her back and, then once again, I stand aside.
“Now, let’s try again,” says Dr White, seemingly oblivious to Tabitha’s suffering.
“How many other times have you danced in the woods with the girls?” he asks.
“Three,” whispers Tabitha, looking at the floor, or maybe at her suffering breasts.
“Louder!” says Dr White.
“Three,” says Tabitha, more distinctly this time.
“Good,” says Dr White.
“Always on the full moon?”
“Yes,” replies Tabitha.
“Always with the same girls?”
“Yes,” replies Tabitha.
“Good,” says Dr White, seemingly satisfied with Tabitha’s answers, for now at least. He makes notes.
“We’ll come back to the identity of the other girls,” he tells Tabitha. “I now want to move onto the summoning.”
“But, first, I think a reminder of the importance of answering truthfully is in order.” Tabitha looks confused.
Dr White turns to me. “Jonathan. A half turn on each of the wing nuts, please,”
“But….,” starts Reverend Gaunt, suddenly coming to life.
Dr White ignores him.
“Do it, Jonathan!” he commands me.
I hesitate for only the briefest moment. Despite everything, I realise that I am aroused.
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