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"Oh, yes, you did, my dear," Mrs Bates replied. "Look at me, Maureen, look at me."
Even I felt my eyes dragged towards Mrs Bates. Her gaze, her glare, was almost unbearable.
"I just wanted to get my own back," Maureen protested feebly.
"Of course you did, that's all you wanted and that is what you are going to get. You know I only give you what you want and now, because it's what I want, why don't you show me how you make our dear little Julie drink pee?"
"Drink pee! I want to kill her!" Maureen snarled.
"And so you shall. But first you must hurt and humiliate her. Come along, do as you're told."
She passed Maureen one of the marionettes and, after the briefest battle of wills, Maureen took it. With her manipulating the strings, I felt myself dragged to my hands and knees. Unable to stop myself I crawled across the floor and reached out to push the hem of Sandra's dress up, up from her knees, up to her waist, exposing her panties. As soon as my hands touched her legs, the link was opened and all her pain, both physical and emotional, came rushing through. I could feel every bruise in her body and now knew beyond doubt that her left arm was broken. It would appear she had taken quite some time to be persuaded to call me. And how she was suffering. As well as the physical pain I could also feel her shame, her guilt, her misery that she should be responsible for putting me through this.
No more able to control my actions than the marionette in Maureen's hands, I rolled her on to her back and felt the excruciating pain from her arm as I did so.
"One moment, Maureen, I want to hear her beg," Mrs Bates turned to me. "I could make you want this," for a moment I felt the same craving to drink that I had felt before and, if I hadn't been held back I would have been powerless to resist the urge. "But that doesn't truly satisfy. You've got to want to do it without any help, you've got to want it so bad you'll beg, beg to be allowed to drink from her."
"I'll never do that!" I cried out. Instantly I felt a wrenching pain in my leg but it was Sandra's leg that writhed beneath my hand. Mrs Bates was holding the marionette which controlled Sandra and was using it to cause her pain, knowing full well I could feel it too. Again she twisted the leg of the marionette and I felt as if Sandra's leg was being wrenched off at the hip. Her long scream of agony echoed in my mind.
"Shall we try that again?" Mrs Bates asked, "or do I need to play with Sandra some more before you change your mind?"
Immediately I heard, as clear as day, Sandra say in my head 'don't do it, don't surrender' but this was quickly followed by another twist of her leg and a scream of pain transmitted via the same channels. I just dithered.
"Oh, how priceless!" Mrs Bates exclaimed. "Sandra loves you so much she'll take all the pain I can give rather than see you humiliated. How sweet, how noble, how delicious! Let's see how strong her love really is, how much more she can take before she breaks."
Another mentally transmitted scream ripped through me. There was no doubt in my mind just how far Mrs Bates could push this.
"OK, OK, I'll do it!" I shouted out.
"I don't call that begging. Let's try again."
"Please, please, Mrs Bates, I'll do it, I'll drink her pee. Please don't hurt her any more." Tears were welling up in my eyes at the thought of what Sandra was going through. "Please, please, I'll do anything you want."
"That's not what I asked for," Mrs Bates insisted.
I quickly thought back over what she had demanded.
"Please, Mrs Bates, please may I be allowed to drink her pee? I want to, I need to, please, Mrs Bates, please let me," I begged.
"That's better, but first we need to get rid of those panties. Maureen, see if you can find a pair of scissors."
Maureen went into the kitchen and I could hear her rummaging in the drawers.
"I couldn't find scissors," Maureen said when she returned, "found this."
Maureen was holding Sandra's carving knife, twelve inches of high carbon steel.