"Yes, my child, you must say. You spread them wider to reveal what? What did you reveal as you stretched your thighs wider like that? Tell me, say the word, I will know if you are lying."
"To reveal my…"
"Yes? Say the word."
"My, my cunt. Oh Father, how can you bear to hear my disgusting talk? How can you stand my filthy sinfulness?"
"I can my child, I can, go on, don't stop, go on."
"Yes, my cunt, my cunt, my cunt, to reveal my cunt."
"Good my child, go on now, don't hold back."
"To reveal the soft edges of my fleshy cunt, my fleshy, fleshy cunt. Oh Father, I felt such pleasure in the pain. It was like a dark power controlling me, but I was not completely lost, no, I was not totally lost to my desires, don't think that, please don't think that Father. I still tried to get the kettle lid, honestly I did. In fact, I nearly got hold of it, but trying to get it made me stretch even more."
"What did you look like, stretched out like that? Tell me what you looked like."
"Well, I was splayed out on the refrigerator. My left leg was pushing against the sharp, metal edge. It hurt so much. My buttocks, they were wide open and my pubic hair -"
"What colour?"
"Black Father, my black pubic hair hung down onto the white, metal top. I was so wide that I could feel cool air wafting against the soft skin of my cunt. I braced my left hand hard against the metal top and… and then I felt the softness of flesh between my legs, my cunt, pressing against the back of my hand."
"You were touching your cunt?"
"Yes, I stopped moving, I was frozen. I was so distracted by the feeling of that warm soft flesh, that warm soft flesh of my cunt. It pressed against the back of my hand and demanded so much attention, I couldn't ignore it. You understand don't you Father? But still I tried to get the lid, really Father, I did. I took a deep breath and forced myself down between the wall and the refrigerator. Then the front of my bra caught in a fastening on the back of the refrigerator top. I tried to draw back but my breasts came out and the bra stayed caught. I was stuck!"
"Stuck? Unable to move?"
"I felt so naked and exposed. My legs were spread so wide and I couldn't move at all. Then -"
"Yes, my child? Go on, go on. What next?"
"I heard a sound behind me!"
"Yes, yes?"
"I could just twist round enough to see…"
"Yes, yes?"
"A man was looking through the window…"
"Yes, yes?"
"It was a tall young man, wearing blue jeans and stripped to the waist! It was the man I had seen peering out of the hole in front of the church. He had a bronzed face, long, golden hair and he was sweaty, it shone on the hairs under his arms and dripped down the sides of his bare chest. He was very muscular…"
"Go on, tell me what happened."
"He could see everything! He could see how trapped I was, how helpless, how desperate, and he could see right up between my legs. Worst of all, I think he could sense my excitement at being violated by his gaze."
"Oh my child, you are wicked!"
"Yes, yes, I tried to wriggle my hand free and I lifted my bottom higher but my cunt just opened more against the back of my hand. Oh Father, I could feel that more than anything."
"Tell me exactly."
"I could feel my cunt more than the pain and panic, I could feel its soft warmth, I could feel it throbbing. That dark force of pleasure was spreading through me, like some sort of evil shadow."
"How wicked!"
"He shouted something through the window. He was standing back and holding a shovel. He pointed it towards the glass, then drove the blade of the shovel right through the glass. It smashed and bits of glass flew everywhere across the kitchen floor. I turned back, I was scared to death, and screwed my eyes up as tight as I could. I was completely terrified, I was shaking all over. Then he smashed the glass that was still in the frame and it flew all over the place. He kept smacking at it and every time he hit it, more bits smashed on the floor. Then he jumped down from the window frame, knocking more pieces of glass all over the floor. He was carrying the shovel as he walked slowly across the kitchen floor. I can still hear the horrible, noisy grinding of broken glass as he crunched over it in his heavy boots.
"At first, he just stood behind me and looked down at me. He stared right up the wide gap between my legs and I felt so humiliated. Then he bent his head for a better view. He could see – he could see my cunt -"
"Wet?"
"Hot and wet and spread out against the back of my hand. I was so scared. I could see his face and that shock of golden hair, and he grinned as he looked closer between my legs. I struggled and pulled and shouted and yelled. He just kept looking at my cunt, he seemed transfixed by it. Then I felt him come up close behind me, I could hear myself panting, then he banged his shovel down on the floor and pressed his body against my bottom. I tried to squirm but he only pressed harder and I started to cry again."
"Go on, go on."
"He started to say things, I'm not sure what."
"I want to know what he said. Think! I want to know exactly what he said."
"Well, to start with he said something like 'Well, what have we got here then?' Then he said, 'Yes, it's the bitch I've seen running to the bus stop in a black suit, all prim and proper. This is a turn up for the books, you don't look so prim and proper now, do you bitch?' He said something like that."
"What did you say, don't forget that? I want to know what you said as well."
"I said, 'Please, please, help me.' But he shouted, 'Shut up you fucking whore!' Oh Father, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, it must be terrible for you."
"It is alright my child, I need to know the words, do not be afraid to say them."
"'Fucking whore' he called me, 'a fucking, fucking whore.' 'Only a slut would show herself like this,' he said. 'Shut your fucking mouth! You're disgusting.' I kept saying 'Please, please, please,' but he wouldn't listen. 'I said shut your fucking mouth! You're a whore so shut your fucking mouth! Sluts like you aren't allowed to speak, so shut your fucking mouth!' When I tried again he did not even let me finish, the next thing I knew I was shrieking in pain. He smacked me Father. He smacked me so hard across my bottom I shrieked out loud. 'Take that as a lesson,' he shouted as he smacked me again, 'any more cackle from you and you'll get it even harder, slut!' Then he smacked me again, really brutally this time, so hard, I shrieked again but he did not stop. Then another one, oh it was so hard and his rough hand caught the inside of my thighs and I screamed like mad. I kept trying to make him stop, 'please, please, please', I really pleaded with him Father, but I just got another smack, right across my bottom and it stung so much.
"I began to shriek continuously, I couldn't help it, I was like an animal, a wild suffering animal. 'Noisy little whore aren't you?' he said, 'let's see if you can do any better,' then he smacked me again as hard as he could. I screamed and screamed and screamed. He carried on saying things, 'what a lovely cunt', 'so good of you to spread it out like this for me' and 'let's have a good look at it shall we?' And while he was saying these awful things, he bent down and looked right up at it, right up at my cunt. Oh Father, it was terrible."
"Good, good, but did he touch you?"
"Yes, he pushed his fingers up the insides of my thighs and grabbed the edges of my cunt. He was very rough and I tried to pull back, I really did, but I just couldn't move. He held the folds of my cunt between his thumbs and fingers and spread them apart. I felt the inner edges opening up. He was looking right up me! Then, he started pinching me! He was so rough, he pinched at it and when he let it go it stung so much. 'Turn your hand over!' he commanded. 'Turn your hand over! I want to see how you play with it.' What could I do Father? What could I do? My face was crushed against the wall, I was blubbering with pain and fear, I just had to do what he instructed. 'Turn your hand over!' he shouted. 'Turn your hand over you fucking bitch!' Father, I just had to. I managed to ease my bottom a bit higher and felt the edges of my cunt peel away from the back of my hand; oh Father, they still stung from his pinching. The soft skin of my cunt was wet and warm and as I lifted it away I felt even more exposed as it was chilled by the cool air from the refrigerator.