The news order wasn't exactly what Helga Stern anticipated when the Imperial Order recruited her. She was told that the Imperial Order's idea of a new order was to make America a better place for those whose roots were totally pure.
Totally pure by race, color and creed.
Totally pure by being drug free.
Totally pure by being crime free.
Pure was a matter of definition.
The Imperial Order's definition was a takeoff on that of Germany of the 1930s, where anyone disagreeing with it was dealt with harshly.
Cruelly.
Without regard to anything that Helga thought of as civilized.
She should know.
Her parents survived the horrors of Nazi Germany and emigrated to America. They survived because they kept quiet about what they saw happening. They turned their heads. They never forgot the elixir of power however. They had brought their own story to the ears of their daughter.
They told her how it was better to ignore the plights of their neighbors in Stuttgart. How to ignore the knocks on the doors of their neighbors at the darkest hours of night. How to close their ears to the screams of those taken in the night.
Helga's father, Richter, was an area warden in the early years of the war. He supervised the comings and goings of the area assigned to him by the Oberstormkapitan for the southern part of the city.
He never told Helga how much he participated in the terror of the Reich.
She found out after he had died.
She was rummaging through his old steamer trunk in the attic, getting ready to sort out Richter's old clothing and the memories of a very long life. She came upon some faded photographs locked in an old style diary. While the photographs were faded, the indelible expressions on them were etched forever in Helga's mind.
They were pictures of Helga's mother, wearing the dreaded deaths head insignia of the SS. Leafing through the stack of faded memories, more and more of her mother's background was revealed.
One photograph was a group photo showing Fraulein Stern in front of the Ravensbruck camp. Her blond hair and Nordic looks were prominent. Helga's mother had been a strikingly beautiful woman in a country that prized the pure Aryan look more than any other. The women surrounding Fraulein Stern were all dressed in the same uniform as her mother.
In front of the group, a naked woman, her head shaved, was kneeling with her head bowed in the dirt. Her arms and wrists were bound behind her back. Around her neck was a crudely lettered sign which said in German: I am a lesbian whore criminal. Punish me while I eat more pussy.
The cruel smiles on the guards showed their obvious enjoyment at the prisoners torment.
Several photographs later showed the bound woman with her face between each of the guards thighs. Her guards faces showed their obvious pleasure at having the prisoner eat them out.
The last photograph showed the bald headed woman, still naked and still bound, hung by the neck from a crude telephone pole.
A new sign was hanging around her neck.
It read: Please hang me as an example of a poorly trained lesbian whore. I did not eat pussy welt enough to live. The guards were standing in a circle around the hung prisoner, apparently laughing and pointing at her with their riding crops.
Helga dropped the pictures as though an electric shock had driven through her.
Sensations that she never experienced before in her entire life were rapidly welling up inside of her.
Her cunt lips tingled, and she knew that she had wet her panties. They were moist. Something about those pictures, forbidden as they were, tremendously excited her.
Her mother had died when Helga was born. She had waited too long to have children and the labor and birth of the long awaited golden haired child, was too much for Fraulein Stern's mature body.
Helga was raised by Richter, and his tales of old Germany were long and colorful. He left out the gory details. His little girl would find out eventually of the misdeeds, of his past. Richter couldn't bear any more pain, and kept his secrets to his grave.
His steamer trunk told all that he did not tell his beautiful daughter.
Helga's allegiance to her parents, and her strict upbringing, always put her apart from her friends. She was treated as somewhat of an outcast all through her formative years. Perhaps that is why the young speaker's railings about the Imperial Order were so easily understood by Helga now.
She heard Tim exhort the small crowd of students to believe in the new order ...
"Just BELIEVE! ... in the Imperial Order ...
"Just BELIEVE in our cause ...
His speech was as dramatic as the demagogues of old, complete with fist raising, arm swinging, and a bombastic voice.
"In the name of all that is good for mankind, I am only asking that you BELIEVE ... !"
And Helga believed.
When the Imperial Order recruited her on the campus of Seattle University, she at first didn't want to even acknowledge that she listened to their frantic speeches.
The speaker was a firebrand of the first order.
Tim Flannery had long red hair and a pock marked face. It seemed to fit the desperation in his tone whenever he extolled the wrongs of America. As he castigated those in power his face would turn as red as his hair. He seemed totally convinced by his ideas and convictions and let all within earshot know it.
And if they were not within earshot, he used a bullhorn to bellow his beliefs.
After listening to a few of Tim's speeches, Helga was curious, then interested. Helga remembered her father's many long conversations. His beliefs in the old order, started to coincide with what the fiery speaker was saying about the new order.
She usually stayed in the back of the small gatherings that listened to his speeches, and eventually became convinced that America was going to the dogs.
"The lords of cocaine should be taken out and summarily shot ... !" he exhorted.
"The lords of drugged America should be treated like the dogs of drugs ... !" he extolled.
Tim Flannery was on a roll. "The lords of drugs, the dogs of drugs, should be rounded up! No search and seizure!"
A murmur started in the crowd.
"No! Ordinary rules no longer apply! Fuck the search and seizure laws! It's time for a change!!!"
Helga was fascinated by his speech.
She had seen several of her old neighborhood friends in the crowd, and didn't feel so alone anymore.
"Fuck the drug lords! We no how to deal with them!" came the rallying cry.
"Students!! Tim shouted louder now. "The new order is upon you!"
Several cries of 'right on motherfucker' came from somewhere. Helga didn't know if it was meant to be derisive or not.
She saw two burly guys thwack a bespectacled student in the kidneys with a billy club, then walk away.
She decided the shout came from a heckler.
"Join us! We shall show you a new way to the future! All hail our leader!!"
The crowd answered with a mimicking cheer.
The Imperial Order was going to do away with crime and drugs. They just needed a few more dedicated soldiers.
Helga wanted to become one of the new order.
She would eventually became a willing soldier.
She would eventually find out that the new order was not what she had anticipated when she first heard Tim's flaming oratory.
She would find herself taken back in time, to those dusty graying photographs that she had seen in her father's steamer trunk.
She would become a swastika bitch of the first order.
And love every minute of it.
The Imperial Order was no longer a clandestine organization. They had seen what had happened to the Klan and the Aryan Brotherhood by staying underground. The Imperial Order had become a storefront political organization.
By being very blatant and open in their beliefs, they were able to recruit the muscle they needed to back up their strong political beliefs. As a result, an Imperial Order recruiting center stood on almost every main street in every major college town in the West.
They were now just starting to make the same inroads in the more conservative Midwest.
The Imperial Order's symbol was the swastika. Like their forefathers in Germany, the black twisted cross set against a blood red background, struck terror into the minds of who ever were luckless enough to cross their path.
The Order liked to recruit women. They recruited as many tough women as they could get.
There was something unspoken in their code: Women seemed to be able to inflict the worst cruelty on other women. Men didn't even come close to what a woman could think of doing to another woman she did not like.
And when it came to men, the Imperial Order had found the perfect tool to subvert, convert, or get rid of those they found troublesome.
Women could connive, control, dominate and waste a man easier than men could. The macho link that men have with their fellow men, was broken in an instant by recruiting and using women.
The Imperial Order was started by a genius. And that genius was Tim Flannery to the public.
But Tina Flannery to her followers.
Tina Flannery was a bull dyke. A flaming lesbian dyke who loved women all her life.
She had decided at an early age, when her drunken father had repeatedly raped her, that all men were bastards and deserved to burn in hell.
Tina had become almost a recluse after her father's repeated attacks. She was afraid to do anything to cross him. She developed a strong bond with a neighbor woman who always let her cry on her lap after her father had beat her or raped her.
Tina Flannery was introduced into the ways of lesbian love by her neighbor Doris. She knew only comfort and safety in the arms of the woman. She knew only hurt, terror, fear and anger in the arms of her father.
Tina Flannery's life was shaped at an early age.
She was also a genius.
She adopted the mannish style and mannerisms that she used to get the Imperial Order off the ground because she was wise enough to know that it was still a man's world.
She had long ago vowed that all men would pay for her father's abuse. She would use their own weaknesses against them.
She would know only comfort in hurting them by hurting their women. Her studies of psychology told her that this was truly the way to gain control of men's thoughts, deeds, and money.
She needed all three if her new order were to succeed. Tina Flannery was determined that it would succeed.
And she would have her fill of love and lust along the way.
Helga was cut from the cloth of a superbitch.
She had never known her mother.
But the photographs in the trunk told her everything she needed to know.
She also knew the feeling that welled up inside of her.
She also knew the incredibly hot flash of sexual yearning that started in the pit of her stomach at her first glimpse of the bald headed woman in bondage.
She also knew that she had an orgasm when she looked at the last photograph. She wanted to be a part of something that was in her blood.
Helga signed up for the Imperial Order the day after Tim's speech.
She never looked back.
* * * * *
"Fucking cunt!" Helga shouted at the terrified coed.
"W ... what did I do?" the brunette answered. The terrified girl was standing in a room with no windows. The door was bolted. She had been brought here by the blonde haired girl that had asked to buy some of her stash.
She didn't know it would come to this.
"I said TELL ME WHO YOUR SUPPLIER IS!!" Helga's eyes smoldered with anger.
Is she a narc? the brunette's thoughts were slow to respond.
"I ... I ... d ... didn't do anything," the girl sniffled as she tried to regain her composure. "What did I do?" she asked innocently.
"You know damn well what you did!" Helga's voice rose.
"N ... no ... I ... uh ...
SMACK!!
Helga's right fist shot out and landed a full handed blow across the young girl's face.
SMACK!!
SMACK!!
Two more blows landed in quick succession on the other side of her face.
SMACK!!
A final blow landed on her right cheek. This time a doubled fist.
The girl was sobbing now.
She was terrified.
Her face started to puff up where Helga landed her fist, and she was shaking uncontrollably.
Helga smiled when she saw the puddle forming at the girl's feet.
She had wet her pants.
"I ask the questions around here BITCH!" she shouted.
Another blow landed on her face.
The brunette was really terrified now. She thought she must be in the hands of a madwoman. Maybe the joint was laced with PCP.
The blonde had seemed so sweet when she asked her if she could buy some dope. What could have happened to make her turn on her like this.
A primal instinct she didn't know was in her surfaced and the girl swung her right foot out, catching Helga off guard.
"OOOF ...!" the rush of air escaped Helga's mouth.
"Why you CUNT!" she yelled, catching the girl's ankle on the way back down.
With a vicious twist, Helga turned the girl in a flip onto her stomach, her face crashing into the floor as she totally lost her balance.
STOMP ...
TWHACK ...
Helga's hobnailed boots started delivering swift kicks to the hapless girls body.
"You fucking ... whore ... dope f ... fiend!!" Helga's voice came in spurts.
She continued kicking the sobbing girl.
"You perverted motherfucker!"
"AAAAAGHHHH ... " the brunette screamed as the toe of Helga's boot caught her right between the lips of her pussy.
"I'll kick your cunt to kingdom come you bitch!" she yelled, still venting her fury on the hapless girl.
"You will tell me everything you know about your connections or you won't have a cunt to flick around with anymore, got it sister?", her face was inches above the girl's now.
She reached down and grabbed the girl by the hair, pulling her head off the floor with an awful jerk.
"OWWWWWWWW!"
"What do you mean, ow?" she laughed as she pulled even harder now.
In her terrified state, the girl tried to fight back, uselessly swinging her arm behind her to try and grab Helga's arm.
"Oh? Want to fight back?" Helga hissed.
She grabbed the girls arm with her free hand and twisted it into a painful hammerlock.
"OWWWWW ... OH PLEASE ... OWWWWWW ... PLEASE ... STOP ... DONT ... the girl was sputtering now, her body in terrible pain.
Bruises were starting to rise on her thighs and ribs where Helga's boots had bit horribly into her flesh. The pressure on her wrist felt like that of the largest vise ever made. The girl thought her hair would be pulled out in handfuls by the very roots.
She tried to roll away but Helga planted a knee in the small of her back. Then she leaned down hard.
"OOOOMPH ... "
The girl was out of breath now.
"Talk BITCH!"
The girl could not answer.
"I SAID TALK!!" Helga was wild with fury now. She had subdued the hapless coed and was going to get the information she wanted if she had to beat the girl within an inch of her life.
SLAP!!
SLAP!!
SMACK!!
SMACK!!
She released the girl's hair and started slapping her face, side to side.
"P ... PLEEEASE ... D ... DON'T HIT ME ANYMORE!" the girl screamed.
SLAP!!
SMACK!!
SMACK!!
SLAP!!
Helga continued slapping the girl until her face was a mass of reddening contusions. The girl's eyes were swelling up rapidly. She couldn't see anymore through her pain filled lids.
She was slowly lapsing into unconsciousness.
A state of unconsciousness would be a relief.
But Helga would not let her go this easy.
It had all started out so innocently. The girl's fog filled brain was still trying to sort out what had gone wrong so quickly.
She was in the rest room.
She had noticed the blonde enter and go into a cubicle.
From over the top of the door, the girl had asked her if she had any marijuana on her.
Not being sure who the blonde was, the girl was careful in her reply.
"Maybe," she said.
The sound of flushing was met with the swinging open of the toilet door as Helga stepped out.
The girl took in the sight of the gorgeous creature coming out of the cubicle.
She was honey blonde. Tanned. And had a figure that was displayed to the hilt in a spandex leather miniskirt and high heeled shoes. The girl had no lesbian feelings, but the sight of this gorgeous example of femininity started a tingle in her pussy that quickly grew to desire.
As they exchanged small talk, the girl felt more and more comfortable with Helga and agreed to sell her some dope.
She told Helga that it was in her locker and they agreed to walk together to get it.
As they walked down the hallway together, the girl was getting more and more excited by Helga's sexy hip swaying walk. She felt the stirrings of lesbian lust deep in her cunt, and was trying to find the right words of encouragement. She wanted to initiate something.
She decided that after she had sold Helga the grass, perhaps they could smoke a joint and relax. The girl was sure that once they were in a mellow mood, she could find the courage to make an advance.
That had seemed like hours ago now.
As she laid under the merciless fury of Helga Stern, all thoughts of lesbian lust were coldly dashed. She could only think of the pain enveloping her entire body. She wanted to pass out.
But couldn't.
"Okay, cunt, one last chance," Helga demanded.
"Unnnnnhh ... " the girl groaned.
"Who is your supplier, and how do I contact them?" she asked.
"I ... I ... d ... don't know ... OWWWWWWWWW ... ARGGGGHHHHHHH ... "
Helga had just twisted the girl's hammer locked wrist beyond her head, pulling her shoulder out of joint.
The girl fought back now in sheer abject terror.
She was panic stricken as her legs started to kick and thrash wildly. Her body was on fire with pain. She only wanted it to stop.
But she couldn't land a blow anywhere.
"Why you ... " Helga screamed as she tightened her grip once again.
"Do you want me to break this off you cunt??" she screamed.
"N ... ARGGGHHHH ... "
Helga twisted harder.
The girl's kicking increased to wild thrashing, her toes mashing against the hard floor.
Skin broke.
Bones started snapping.
Helga was now in a blind rage.
Her captive was now in sheer protective terror. Her limbs were thrashing about to protect herself, not caring what happened to her any longer. She just wanted the awful pain to stop.
It didn't.
CRACK ... !
Helga's fist crashed into the back of the girl's neck.
At first she thought the girl went limp. Then she felt a calve thrusting wildly into her pussy. She was straddling the girl, her knee pressing into the small of the girl's back without mercy. It left her pussy open and vulnerable.
The girl found her Achilles Heel.
THAWUMP ... !
Helga rolled off, her cunt on fire. She felt like someone had landed a hot poker on it. The girl had kicked her hard. Filled with adrenalin from her fear, the girl's leg had the power of a jack hammer as it smacked into Helga's cunt.
Her body shuddered under the startling blow.
A shattering explosion of pain hit her brain.
"SO ... YOU ... F ... FUCKING ... C ... CUNT!" Helga caught her breath as the pain started coursing upwards.
It flew in milliseconds from her cunt lips into and through her vagina and traveled up the nerve endings along her spinal cord, then through the cords in her neck, finally registering in a maniacal scream in her brain.
The girl was going to pay severely now.
She grabbed for the girl's hair again, this time pulling her head back until she heard something snap. The body under her went limp as a rag doll.
Helga sobered up immediately. The intense rage subsided almost as quickly as it had built.
"Geezus ... "she started to say.
The girl under her was silent.
The room seemed to be closing in on her.
"Geezus ... f ... fucking ... GEEZUS ... " she shouted.
No one could hear her.
She had dislocated the girl's fifth lumbar bone, pinching her spinal cord, effectively paralyzing her. Helga didn't know the damage could be repaired. She thought she had killed her.
This was not the new order she had anticipated.
This was not the new order the Imperial Order had told her about when they recruited her.
She didn't know why, but another wave of power, and feeling started coursing through her.
She was trembling.
She had only wanted to terrify the girl.
Not kill her.
She reached down and laid her fingers along the girl's neck feeling for a pulse.
Satisfied that she was still alive, she slowly got up off the naked back. The girl looked like a rag doll laying in a heap beneath her.
Helga looked around in panic.
Was there anyone else in the building?
She thought she heard footsteps approaching in the hallway.
She had to get out of there.
She couldn't get caught.
The Imperial Order would suffer if she were caught.
There was too much left to do to be caught. She quickly glanced at her watch. They had only been in the room for five minutes. To Helga, it seemed like five hours. The air in the room seemed oppressively warm. She had to get out of there.
She wanted to flee.
Taking one last look around, she found her purse on the floor where it had been kicked during their struggle. Gathering it up, she tucked it under her arm and put her hand on the door knob.
Carefully, she opened the door and peered into the hallway. It was deserted.
Her high heels clicked loudly as she rushed down the hallway and through the double door of the women's gymnasium.
She ran as fast as her heels would allow her. When she couldn't run any longer, she stopped and took them off. Then, in her stocking feet, she sprinted the last two blocks to the safety of the Imperial Order headquarters.
"T ... Tina!" she gasped as she rushed into the room.
"What the heck?" Tina Flannery looked up from her desk to see a thoroughly disheveled Helga Stern coming through the door.
"Tina!" Helga gasped.
Coming up from behind the desk, Tina rushed to her friend's side, steadying her, allowing her to catch her breath.
"There, there, baby. It's okay. Tell me all about it," she said.
"Oh my Oberfuhrer, Ich macht nicht gut ... " Helga lapsed into her father's native tongue as she started to tell of her encounter in the women's gym.
Chapter 2
Tina calmed Helga as she walked her to the sofa in the waiting room.
"There, there, baby, tell your Tina all about it," she again coaxed Helga, holding her around the waist, comforting the distraught coed.
Helga was so relieved to be in the safety of the Imperial Order building, and in the soft arms of Tina, she hugged her back, then turned her pretty face up towards the taller woman.
Her lips sought the open mouth above her and melted into their soft wet skin as she kissed her lover in greeting and gratitude.
"Oooooh, Tina, I ... I d ... didn't ... "
She kissed her again, not wanting to talk.
"Tell me about it baby, just tell me. It'll be alright," the pretty redhead replied.
Helga told Tina the whole story about meeting the girl in the bathroom as planned. She told her how she coaxed the girl into selling her some grass. She told her how she got her into the supply room, as planned. She told her how things got away from her as her temper flared beyond anything she had previously experienced.
She told Tina that she was afraid she killed the girl.
"I doubt that baby," Tina said. "There would be sirens going all over this town by now"
"Are you sure?" Helga asked.
"Yeah. Pretty sure ... "Tina said, not sure if she was right.
Tina had to preserve the Order at all costs. A slip like this from one of her soldiers could jeopardize the whole organization. She would have to teach Helga a lesson.
One she would not forget.
"Achtung!" she shouted to the blonde, snapping her to immediate attention.
"Helga! You have jeopardized the very core of my organization," Tina's voice was clipped.
Helga was still trying to kiss Tina, her mouth seeking the other girl's lips again.
She pushed the pretty coed away from her.
"You will need to be taught a lesson, Helga. I cannot have this kind of incident repeated."
Helga stood at attention, her arms at her sides. Her face pointed straight ahead. She started to tremble.
"You know what the punishment is for disobeying my orders don't you?" Tina asked.
"Yes Mein Fuhrer," Helga replied.
"What is it Helga?"
"I am to be taken from this place and put into your stockade, Mein Oberfuhrer. From there I will be lead to a place of punishment and pain. My lessons will be taught to me by punishing me severely. I accept my fate my Oberfuhrer goddess," Helga repeated the oath that she had been given at her initiation.
"That is correct, my little Helga. I shall look forward to punishing you severely. Do you look forward to it also?" Tina asked.
"Yes Tina. I do look forward to your punishing me. I want to be the best soldier possible to the Order. You must punish me so that I can become this," Helga's eyes never wavered from straight ahead.
"Good," Tina said, walking in front of her.
"Strip!" she ordered.
Helga's fingers immediately went to her blouse. She unbuttoned the buttons quickly, fumbling with the last one. Finally, the blouse was open and she slid it down her pale arms.
She reached behind her and unhooked the snap of her bra. The cups fell away in an instant, freeing her succulent globes for Tina's eyes.
"OWWWWWWWWW!"
Tina's fingers had immediately shot out and twisted Helga's right nipple.
"OWWWWW ... OWWWWWWW!!!"
Her other hand grabbed a fistful of Helga's hair and yanked her head towards her own.
"On your knees, my lovely cunt soldier!"
Helga immediately dropped to her knees.
"I have been waiting a Long time for you to screw up, and now you've done it in a big way!" Tina's eyes were inches from Helga's. She kept her hands curled into the poor girl's hair as she pushed her to her knees.
"Yes, I will punish you severely, my little darling liebchen," she hissed.
"But not until I feel your hot mouth on my pussy again ... get your face into this!" she shouted as she pulled the pretty girl's face into her pussy.
Tina spread her thighs wide, lifting her miniskirt. She was not wearing any panties underneath and the musky odor of her cunt seemed to leap at Helga's face.
She took a breath.
"Oooooooh, I don't deserve this. It smells so good Oberfuhrer Tina," Helga breathed.
Her mouth quickly opened and she threw here arms around Tina's thighs, pulling her body hard to her face. She opened her mouth wider and darted her tongue into the intoxicating wetness of Tina's cunt.
"Mmmmmmm, you taste so good Oberfuhrer Tina," she murmured.
Helga loved to eat Tina's pussy. It was the correct sign of her submission to the new order.
She didn't care where she was required to eat Tina's pussy, or when. She lived for it. Eating her fuhrer's cunt was the food she lived on. It helped her to become a strong soldier for the Imperial Order.
Her tongue continued to work into the wet walls of Tina's pussy, drawing out gobs of pussy juice. She swallowed, then pushed her tongue back in for more.
She didn't care who might walk in. They were in the waiting room of the Order's building. Anyone could walk in at any second.
They would see a subservient soldier of the order. A female. A female on her knees. A female on her knees willingly eating another woman's pussy. It would be a sign to all that Tina ruled supreme.
The only thing that mattered to Helga at this moment was the wonderful taste of the cunt juice running down her throat.
She pulled Tina's thighs closer.
Her hands moved up to cup the tight buttocks of her Fuhrer and pulled hard. She wanted Tina's cunt to swallow her face if she could.
SMACK ... !
"I want you to properly eat me cunt!" Tina said as she slapped Helga's face.
Helga's tongue didn't miss a beat.
WHACK!
WHACK!!
WHACK!
WHACK!!
She started to slap Helga's face hard. It only spurred the girl on to even more passion. Her tongue was whirling in the frothing honey of Tina's pussy.
"Yes ... "Helga murmured.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, yesss ... that's it ... !" Tina murmured her response. Her thighs started to twitch. The pretty girl was eating her pussy like it was her last meal. She was really good at it.
"Eat me good!" Tina moaned as Helga's knees slid on the floor.
She worked her face up under and deeper into the intoxicating cunt. It was the tastiest meal she had ever had. She wanted more.
Her tongue stretched as far as it could to lick the inner walls of Tina's well lubricated slit.
Her lips found the hard nub of Tina's clit. It seemed to throb between her lips as she voraciously sucked on it.
She felt Tina shudder.
"That's enough Helga! You might take my mind off your punishment if I let you continue now. I'll have more of you later," she said as she roughly grabbed Helga's hair yanking her head away from her pussy.
Helga's lips came off Tina's cunt with a loud slurping sound. A sound of unfulfilled lust came from Helga's throat as she moaned. She wanted more of her leader's pussy.
Much more.
Tina pulled Helga's hair, and slapped her face again.
"Owwwwwwweeeee!" Helga cried.
"What? Am I hurting you?" Tina's brows furrowed.
"Oooooh, no Tina. I'm sorry I yelled. Really," Helga gasped as Tina yanked her hair again.
Tears welled up in the pretty coeds eyes as Tina kept the pressure on. Now it was Helga's turn to feel like her hair was being pulled out at the roots.
She didn't think she could stand it another minute when Tina suddenly released her head, pushing her backwards.
"Before I take you to the stockade darling, I am going to whip your breasts, right here in the office," Tina intoned as she stepped back away from the kneeling girl.
"I want you to be an example for anyone who might come in here tonight," she added.
"I am going to whip your breasts particularly hard, Helga. I want you to thrust them out now," she said as she walked to the corner and opened a desk drawer.
She came back holding a small leather thonged quirt. The leather straps looked like they could do quite a bit of damage to Helga's naked breasts. Her eyes widened in fear.
"Stick your breasts out Helga, "Tina commanded.
Helga did as she was told.
As she arched her shoulders backwards and jutted out her breasts, she felt her nipples stiffen. They were like hard jewels, both from the cool air conditioned air. And from her excitement at preparing to be punished.
"Hmnmmmnn," Tina murmured.
She looked at Helga's stiff nipples as if another idea struck her.
She walked back to the desk and opened a second drawer.
Walking back to the kneeling girl, she bent down and attached an alligator clip to each stiff nipple. The clips were held together by a thick length of chain. She pulled on the chain, testing its strength.
"Unnnnnh," Helga moaned as her clamped nipples were pulled harshly away from her breasts.
It felt as if her boobs were going to. be ripped off her chest.
"UUNNNNHHHHHH," her moans became louder.
Tina continued talking to her in a hushed yet firm voice. "I think I will try and whip the middle of this chain, Helga. That ought to pull your nipples a little harder, don't you think?" said.
"But only after fifty hard lashes on your breasts first," she added. "Are you ready to receive your breast whipping fraulein soldier?"
Like the well disciplined soldier that she was, Helga nodded her head in answer.
THWACK ... !
The leather whip swung through the air, the lashes curling around the kneeling girl's right breasts. The tip of the whip caught the alligator clip, distending Helga's nipple terribly.
"AGGGHHHHH ... "Helga couldn't help moaning.
"Do you want me to gag you?" Tina asked.
Helga nodded her head 'no'.
"I will if you want me to. You'd like that wouldn't you? Or would you prefer to scream for me. You know how much I like you to scream soldier Helga. It let's me know that my correction is working."
Helga's eyelids lowered. She waited for the next blow.
TWACK ... !
The young girls body jerked in agony as the second whip blow landed on her other breasts.
Her breasts seemed to be on fire already.
WHACK ... !!
THWACK ... !!
Two successive whip lashes curled around the left and right breast tearing the nipple clamps off.
"OOOOOOOOOH!"
Helga's nipples burned from the sudden rush of blood.
The chain fell to the floor with a loud crash.
Helga continued to suffer the agony of Tina's corrective whip. Her breasts felt like they would be whipped to the marking point. Her nipples lost all sensation as two hard blows landed across them.
A white hot fire raced through her convulsing body as the pain of Tina's whip started to take over. Her pussy started lubricating. The pain was becoming the pleasure of arousal now.
Blow after blow of Tina's whip continued to lash at her tender breasts.
WHACK ... !!
THWAAAAACKKK ... !
Two especially vicious blows curled around her left breast.
"ARRROGHHHH ... !" she screamed at the top of her lungs. She didn't know how much longer she could take this. She looked down and saw that her breasts were covered with deep red welts. The whip was painting a masterpiece of pain on her tender tits.
Helga's body convulsed again.
From somewhere deep inside of her an orgasm started rushing through her.
She looked at the thighs of her leader, open and bracing her body as Tina's arm swung whip blow after whip blow on her breasts. She loved the power in the woman. She would do anything the woman wanted.
Helga was so sorry to have gotten carried away with her assignment at the school. She wished she hadn't told Tina now. But she knew in her heart that it was the right thing to do. The Imperial Order inflicted pain on its enemies.
And extracted pain from its members, whenever they failed to follow orders.
It was like the Germany of old.
The leaders of Nazi Germany did not get away with telling the judges at Nurenburg that they were only following orders.
Helga was not getting away with it here.
She was being justly punished by her leader.
And it was only the beginning.
TWAACK ... !
CRAAAACK ... !
C-R-A-A-A-A-A-C-K ... !
Tina continued whipping the kneeling girl for another fifty blows. She took her time. She wanted the punishment to be remembered long after it was over.
She knew exactly the places on Helga's body that would make her feel the most pain.
And ... the most pleasure.
Finishing off the punishment with a series of ten quick lashes on Helga's stiff clit, the punished young girl spasmed in a huge orgasm. She bent forward, her face to the floor as her cunt twitched and flowed with a river of cream.
A tide pool of pussy cum collected under the kneeling, punished girl's body when Tina finally put the whip down and walked away.
* * * * *
The brunette slowly struggled to her feet.
Every fiber of her body ached.
She didn't know how long she had been out, but it seemed like hours since she met the cute blonde girl in the restroom.
What had happened?
Her mind slowly cleared.
She tried to lift her head. It dropped back down with a thud. Her face smashed into the floor.
At first she thought her neck was broken.
She tried lifting it again.
Slowly, painfully, she was able to lift her head.
She must have loosened a vertebrae. It felt like a ton of lead was pressing down on her neck.
Slowly. Very slowly she worked her hands to her body, pushing herself to her knees. Her eyes were swollen shut and the room appeared to be much darker than it was.
In a haze she could see the shelves and supplies of the closet. She couldn't remember how she got here. What had happened to her.
Slowly. Ever so slowly, her memory came back.
She rolled over into a sitting position, her head on her knees as she rested from the exertion. Her body was covered with brown and blue bruises. Someone had really worked her over.
She remembered the blonde girl calling her a cunt.
Where was the grass?
Who were her contacts?
The questions that had preceded the beating came back to her slowly.
She had only offered to share what limited stuff she had. She wasn't a drug dealer. She bought her stuff from another girl on the Lacrosse team. Why did the blonde think that she was so important.
Why did she beat the living shit out of her.
Doris Smith was not a pushover. As captain of the Lacrosse team, she was the biggest, toughest girl on the campus. Or so she thought. She usually gave as good as she got.
But the blonde?
Who was she?
Her training must have been far superior.
She didn't look like anything but a frail, air headed coed when Doris saw her at the sink in the restroom.
Where had she learned to fight?
She was certainly professionally trained.
Or something, Doris's thoughts all jumbled around in her pain shrouded brain. She couldn't think too clearly yet. She needed to sort things out.
An eye for an eye had always been her motto.
She would get the bitch back, that's for sure.
As she dragged herself to her feet, she made a mental list of the other girl's on the Lacrosse team that she could enlist to help her.
With five or so of them, the blonde would be reduced to a whimpering pile of feminine helplessness. She vowed to get even.
It took Doris almost ten minutes to be able to stand without support.
She looked at her legs. They were covered with bruises, matching the rest of her body.
Her scalp ached.
The cunt had pulled her hair out practically by the roots. She ran her fingers through it lightly, flinching at the tenderness beneath her brown curls.
She saw her purse near the door. Her clothes were in a pile next to it.
She spent another fifteen minutes putting her clothes back on. It seemed that her fingers just would not cooperate with her brain. She fumbled with the buttons, then the snaps of her brassiere.. Finally, with great difficulty, she pulled her skirt back on.
Out of breath, she leaned against the shelves once again for support.
She had been given one hell of an old fashioned beating. There would be hell to pay in return.
After she lined up her friends.
After she found out just who the blonde haired bitch was. She vowed she wouldn't waist a moment.
Doris's eyes closed as she winced again in pain. She had to get some ice packs on her face and quickly. She was out of action for several days and she knew it.
It would take her over two weeks for the bruised body to heal. Probably longer if she didn't take care of it right away. She wanted to get out and get home as soon as possible. A nice long hot bath would be great for starters. Maybe Mary Lou would be home.
She might get some tender loving on top of it.
What was it Mary Lou had told her once? she asked herself as she walked slowly towards the door.
A mercy fuck?
Yes. That is what she needed tonight. A mercy, fuck. Or should she say, a mercy lesbian pussy eating.
Doris hobbled out the door and down the hallway. She made it to her car with great difficulty. Her breath was coming in gasps.
Fucking cunt must have broken my ribs! she thought to herself as she opened the door and slid into the driver's seat.
She paused again. Her body continued to heave with each wave of pain that coursed through her. This was to be a night she would never forget. How could she be so stupid as to not see it coming. She knew enough to never trust anyone without checking them out first.
Doris Smith's lesbian urges had caught up with her.
At the first sight of Helga, she creamed her panties thinking of how nice it would be to mellow out and settle in for some nice slow pussy eating. She wanted the beautiful girl in her bed. She let her guard down.
She cursed herself for her stupidity.
Helga could have been a narc. That would have been worse. To be busted for drugs in Seattle still carried a lot of penalties. Doris couldn't afford to take chances like she had taken.
Juicy pussy just isn't worth it, she thought to herself as she started the engine.
It could have been far worse.
* * * * *
The Imperial Order's stockade was located in a remote area fifty miles to the east of Seattle. The woods ran deep and forested and access was limited by the dirt road leading to the stockade. A heavy iron gate controlled access to the grounds. The property was fenced with chain length fencing, electrified and fortified with another inner layer of barbed wire.
A third perimeter of concertina wire with its razor sharp blades, ran behind the barbed wire. No one could get into the compound without great difficulty.
No one could get out either.
It was here that the Imperial Order dealt with its enemies.
Both known and suspected.
It was in the stockade that the Imperial Order used its torture on the unsuspecting victims of its aims.
It was here that soldiers like Helga, who had disobeyed or committed some infraction of the rules of the Order, were brought to for discipline and retraining.
It was here that soldiers like Helga learned how to apply the fiendish methods of interrogation to their captives, but first undergoing them, themselves.
Helga didn't look forward to her stockade punishment, but she knew that she deserved it. She had really screwed up in beating the dark haired girl. She had lost her temper being so caught up in the pure purpose of the new order. She had been a fool.
Now she would learn her lesson.
She was scared.
But she was prepared to show Tina that she could accept the harshest punishments she dished out.
Helga wanted to accept the harshest punishments so that she would, in turn, be able to inflict them on other prisoners.
The thought of the photograph of the woman ...
Her head shaved in the ultimate sign of submission to the superior race ...
Her arms and wrist bound behind her ...
Her body twitching from the pole as she hung by the neck ...
The photograph danced in Helga's mind as her pussy started to lubricate again.
She would learn how to be just like her mother.
She craved to be like her mother.
She wanted a yielding, submissive captive to torture and punish. She wanted the incredible sexual release she found from seeing a woman begging for mercy as she flayed away at her naked back with a whip. She wanted to cum from the pleasure.
And cause the prisoner to cum from the pain.
The van bumped over the rough cut road as Tina drove a bound and gagged Helga to the stockade.
After she had thoroughly whipped Helga at the headquarters building, she decided she would take her to the stockade compound herself. She loved to tie her prisoners tightly, and Helga was to be no exception.
Even though Tina loved Helga with the deepest love that only two lesbians could have for each other, her responsibility to train her correctly ran even deeper. She knew that she would be always responsible for the young coed, and her training would be the hallmark of her love.
As she drew Helga's elbows tightly together, the girl let out a low moan.
Tina pulled even tighter.
Helga moaned again.
"Unnnnnnh, oh Tina, my arms hurt soooo bad."
"Good," Helga's reply was curt.
She pulled once more until Helga's elbows touched and almost crossed behind each other. It was the best elbow tie Tina had done in a long time and she stepped back to look at her handiwork.
"Mmmmmmm, I want to eat YOU now," she smiled as her pussy started to tingle.
The thrill of putting a girl into bondage was always like a new experience for Tina. She lived to inflict her ways on other women. It was for the best, she knew. The Imperial Order would be the wave of the future and she would have a reign of terror that even the Gestapo couldn't begin to match.
Helga's clit throbbed as Tina cinched her elbows.
"Thank you for tying my elbows behind my back, Tina," she submissively thanked her leader.
"You're welcome, Helga," Tina smiled.
"Oberfuhrer, I love you," Helga gave the Oberfuhrer Tina Flannery her most seductive smile.
"And I love you, Helga," Tina said as she slowly ran her hands over the bound girl's arm.
"Let's not keep you waiting your punishment though," she continued. "Out you go, into the van," she said as she shoved Helga through the back door and into the cargo door of the van.
Once inside, Tina laid Helga on her side and tied her ankles together tightly. Then she took another length of rope and put her into a severe hogtie. She didn't want her to move an inch during the hours drive into the country.
Chapter 3
The gate swung open to let the van pass through. The guards knew the Oberfuhrer's van on sight. If they saw that the Oberfuhrer herself was driving, they didn't dare stop and question her as they would any other driver.
It would mean a fate worse than death if the guards ever questioned Tina Flannery.
This would prove to be the only fatal flaw in Tina's exacting of a loyalty oath from her followers.
A loyalty oath that was as harsh as she could make it. Harsher than any her swastika forefathers could have ever devised.
Unswerving loyalty.
Unswerving allegiance.
Blind faith.
Never question the Oberfuhrer.
About anything ...
If a guard was ever stupid enough, or just not paying attention enough to recognize the Oberfuhrer on sight, she was dealt with summarily. Her punishment was immediate.
The guard was usually given a severe whipping, followed be a week of gagging plus blindfold punishment. This would ensure that the hapless guard never used her mouth for anything more than correct responses to the Oberfuhrer, and a week in the dark would ensure her eyesight improved.
More than one woman had spent a week with a prickly pear gag in her mouth, pulled tightly by stretched rubber bands. It didn't take long for the loyalty oath to be thoroughly remembered after that.
More than one woman guard had spent a week in blindfold punishment, using her hands only to feel her way around the compound. After a week of tripping and falling, the guard never made the same mistake again.
Tina Flannery was an inventive woman and her methods of dealing with her followers were as severe as the methods she used on her enemies. Sometimes they were even more severe.
Tina had called ahead and asked that cell block A be ready for Helga.
Cell block A was her dungeon cell. Every conceivable instrument of bondage and discipline was located there. A hapless victim shuddered when they were lead into the forbidding stone enclosure.
As she pulled up in front of the building, she heard a low moan escape Helga's lips.
When the van pulled under the glaring floodlights at the gate, it was not lost on Helga that she was soon nearing her punishment. Her total and absolute giving of herself to Oberfuhrer Tina, without reservation. Without hesitation.
"Are you that anxious?" Tina asked over her shoulder in response to Helga's moan. "Are you asking me to get you into the cell quicker?"
"Don't worry Helga, you'll soon be rewarded with your punishment," she said as she turned her head back to the front.
She continued talking, her eyes on the road now.
"I have to admit Helga, just the sight of you in that hogtie makes my pussy wet. I can't wait to start punishing you."
Another moan escaped Helga's lips. Her own pussy was lubricating at the very thought of being punished by Tina. Her thighs rubbed together as pussy juice ran down the insides of her bound legs. She moaned again.
Parking the van and setting the brake, Tina leaped out of the driver's door and walked quickly around to the cargo door, sliding it open.
Two uniformed guards appeared in an instant.
One of the guards spoke.
"May we assist you Oberfuhrer?"
Tina looked at the two female guards, a smile of satisfaction on her face. She had personally designed their uniforms and she loved to look at them, especially on girls as shapely as these two.
The uniforms consisted of thigh high leather boots atop six inch stiletto heels. The boots were laced from the instep to the thigh with rawhide lacing. Pleated blue miniskirts came to the girls' mid thighs, just above the boot tops. A portion of their creamy white skin showed provocatively between the hemline of the miniskirt and their boots.
The bodice of the uniforms consisted of a bra fashioned from two metal hoops. The metal hoops encircled the girl's breasts but didn't cover them.
Their nipples were allowed to show along with a generous portion of breast flesh.
Their arms were covered from fingertips to just beyond the elbows with thick kid leather gloves. The guards had to administer a lot of prisoners, and couldn't soil their hands. Tina's choice of uniform served to assist them in their tasks. Their hands would not become rough or calloused from wielding a whip, nor soiled by the lotions and creams they rubbed into thoroughly whipped flesh.
The uniforms served a dual purpose.
The second purpose was to excite the prisoner.
Tina was a genius and a master of psychological suffering. She knew that a woman being punished by another woman, would be sexually excited by the provocative outfits the guards wore. It would add to their punishments to desire the guards sexually, but not be able to have that desire fulfilled.
As Tina turned to the guards approaching her, she wanted to lean forward and take a taste of the blonde one's nipples. They jutted out stiffly and looked like they were secreting fluids.
She thought twice about it.
The guards standing orders were to present their breasts whenever the Oberfuhrer demanded. When they did and the Oberfuhrer desired to taste or suck on them, it usually lead into along night of lovemaking.
Tina's mouth was open. Her jaw slack in abject sexual hunger. She wanted it all. She wanted to kiss and suck the offered nipples. She also wanted to get on with Helga's punishment.
She decided that Helga's punishment must take priority. The guards could wait. Perhaps she would invite them into the dungeon later.
Especially the blonde one. She would have many orgasms before the night was over thinking of that one.
Tina turned back to the van and looked at Helga lying bound on the floor. In the hogtied position, her panties were exposed and Tina didn't miss the stain on the crotch of her panties.
"So! Already you're excited!" she said as she glared at Helga.
"You just wait my darling Helga. You think you're excited now?! HA!"
She reached in and untied the ropes holding Helga's ankles tightly to her wrists.
The young girl moaned when she felt the blood returning to her limbs.
"Out you go," Tina said as she pulled Helga out of the van.
Helga's wrists and arms were still tied behind her back. Taking a short chain attached to two leather belts, Tina placed one belt on each of Helga's thighs, just above her knee.
"I love to watch girls walk while hobbled," she said as she pulled the belt hook into the last notch.
The hobbles had a three inch chain and Helga had to take very small steps as she walked ahead of the Oberfuhrer towards her dungeon.
Helga walked several steps behind, her pussy now tingling in excitement as she watched the hobbled young girl try to walk. It never failed to excite her.
"Mmmmmmmm, Oh Helga, you look so defenseless," Tina rasped.
She reached down and started to stroke her pussy as she followed Helga inside. The guards had illuminated the cell, and all appeared ready' to receive the hapless girl. The walls were lined with bondage devices of all description.
Gags, discipline helmets, spreader bars, cuffs, dildos and butt plugs were lined up neatly on shelves or on hooks on the wall. A large metal canister held whips, birch rods, sticks, and canes of ever thickness and size.
There were several padded benches in the middle of the room. These were the spanking benches. A girl could be tied to the benches in a variety of positions. All of her vital parts, all of her body could be exposed to the kiss of Tina's whips.
"Stop right there!" Tina ordered as Helga reached the center of the room.
Helga's eyes took in the various implements. Her mind raced. She wondered which of the various devices Tina would use on her tonight.
And tomorrow.
And for as long as her punishment session was to last.
She trembled as she wondered which would be first.
Would she be whipped?
Would she be put into further bondage?
Would she be gagged?
Would she have to endure the silence and darkness, and incredible erotic smell of a black leather discipline helmet?
She spied a metal rack on wheels. An enema bag was hanging from the top. Helga could see a nozzle in the shape of a penis on the end of the hose attached to the bag. The penis nozzle looked enormous.
Would she be given a punishment enema?
With that thick nozzle in her rectum?
Then whipped?
The possibilities kept running through her mind as Tina walked around in front of her. Her pussy spasmed again at the sight of her Oberfuhrer. She wanted to kneel and kiss Tina's feet. Her hands. Any part of her body she wanted. She was in love with the founder of the Imperial Order and wanted to declare that love in any way she could.
"Well young lady, do you have anything to say for yourself before I start your sentence?"
"Please Frau Ober ... fuhrer, m ... my Mistress," her voice broke. "Please punish me in any way you see fit. I was stupid. I deserve the harshest discipline you can give me. Please punish me severely."
"Good answer, Helga," Tina's voice almost choked in her throat.
The sight of the hobbled and bound girl was almost more than she could bear. She wanted to have a frenzy of sexual release with her. Wanted to punish her as much as Helga wanted to be punished. They would both find sweet release tonight.
One in the pain and pleasure of receiving her punishment at the hands of her Mistress.
One in the pleasure of giving pain to one who now begged for it.
"On your knees!" Tina now ordered the girl.
Helga struggled to kneel; It was difficult with the hobbles around her thighs and her arms still bound tightly behind her back. Somehow she managed to work her way to her knees.
"BOW YOUR HEAD BEFORE ME!!"
Obediently, Helga leaned forward and touched her forehead to the floor.
"On my BOOT!"
She raised her forehead from the cold damp concrete and placed it on the top of Tina's hoot.
"Lick it!!"
Her tongue shot out and started to lick the tops of Tina's boots. Slowly she worked her mouth over the shiny patent leather. She licked the heel and took it into her lips, licking the entire length. She worked her face back on to the top of the boot. Her tongue never ceased to salivate and then lick.
When she was finished, her tongue was black from the shoe polish that Tina had applied just hours before.
"Why is your tongue black?" she asked.
"Because I have just polished your boots, Oberfuhrer," came Helga's reply.
"Do you think I apply polish to my boots so you can lick it off?" Tina asked.
Helga wasn't sure of the proper response so she said nothing.
"Answer me!"
Silence.
"Very well then, let us proceed," Tina said, lifting the girl by her hair so that she was kneeling upright once again.
"I will give you a fighting chance, Helga."
She walked behind her and loosened the ropes holding her arms and wrists.
"Stand up!"
Helga stood up. She was shaky from having been in bondage for over three hours and swayed slightly.
"Achtung!" Tina shouted the command to stand at attention. Helga quickly went stiff.
"Now listen and listen closely, you stupid fucking bitch!"
Helga didn't move a muscle.
"I am going to give you one chance to escape your punishment. We are going to have a no holds barred, Katy bar the door, knock down drag out fight. If you win, you will forego your punishment. If I win, your punishment will be doubled. Do you understand?"
"YAVOHL MEIN OBERFUHRER!" Helga shouted.
"When I give the signal we will begin. Step back," she ordered.
As Helga took the first step backwards, Tina's right foot came rushing up and the tip of her boot thudded into Helga's cunt.
"That's the signal," Tina laughed as Helga doubled up in pain.
She was caught off guard again.
As her right hand came up to steady herself, Tina grabbed it and twisted it viciously, putting Helga into a hammerlock. She grabbed the girl's hair with her other hand and pulled her head back as far as she could without breaking anything. She didn't want to harm her.
She would win.
She knew it.
She would just have some fun first.
Releasing her hair, she put her forearm in front of Helga's throat and pulled back hard. The choking sound escaped the girl's throat in a silent rush. She gasped for air.
"Speak!"
Tina knew that Helga couldn't utter a word. Her windpipe was thoroughly choked off.
"O ... sptr ... pls ... " Helga tried to cry out but couldn't get more than a few syllables out.
"I SAID SPEAK!!" Tina teased.
She relaxed the choke hold slightly.
"Go ... got ... to ... breathe ... "Helga rasped.
Tina pulled her forearm away and spun the girl around by her shoulders.
Her right knee came up in a blinding fury and crashed into Helga's stomach, knocking the wind out of her again.
Helga's mouth opened to suck in air, but only uttered a spasming choking sound as she tried to reflex her diaphragm. She was turning beet red from the effort.
SLAP ... !
SLAP ... !
Tina cracked the girl's face twice, opening a small cut on Helga's cheek where her deaths head ring gouged the flesh.
A small trickle of blood appeared.
Helga now had the supreme mark of her Oberfuhrer. It was a mark that she would be proud of and point to many times in the future. She had spilled her blood for the Oberfuhrer. It was her highest honor.
SLAP ... !
SLAP ... !
Tina continued to slap the girl on the face, forcing her backwards with each blow. Helga was now powerless to ward off the advancing slaps. Her pussy ached from the terrific knee jolt delivered at the start of the fight. She was losing.
She knew it.
She loved it.
CRACK ... !
A final blow crashed into her face, splitting her lip as Helga fell backwards, the light slowly fading from the room. Her head was spinning. Her body was spinning faster. Round and round in dizzying circles she saw the overhead lamp.
Nausea overcame her.
She wanted to throw up but couldn't. She felt her head ringing and the lamp getting dimmer and dimmer.
It felt like she was falling a thousand feet down into a pitch black well.
Blackness enveloped her ...
She had been knocked unconscious.
* * * * *
She tried to move her arms. Then her legs.
Nothing.
It felt like their were lead weights holding her down. She tried again.
Nothing.
She heard a sound from somewhere across the room.
Where was she?
Helga tried to remember the last few hours and then it came to her. She had lost the fight with Tina. She was going to suffer her punishments double now.
Her head ached. She had hit the floor in a free fall after Tina landed the roundhouse right. A dull throbbing seemed to be growing from the lump on her forehead. Her face felt hot and bruised.
As Tina walked into the room, she saw Helga regaining consciousness. She looked so lovely tied spread eagle style on the whipping cross. The cross had been brought off the wall and was suspended on a horizontal plane by four sturdy chains rising to ceiling hooks.
Helga lay bound on top of the X shaped cross.
She was naked. Her pussy felt so exposed in this position. She knew that Tina would punish her now. She was in the perfect position for it.
Her breasts heaved as she labored for a breath. She had really had the wind knocked out of her several times and her stomach ached.
Walking next to the bound girl, Tina tested her bondage to ensure it was still secure. Her hands quickly touched the knots, pulling them, testing their strength. Helga wasn't going to get out of this until Tina let her out.
Helga raised her head slightly. She could see Tina walking around the cross. Her pussy started to juice at the sight of the Oberfuhrer wearing nothing but panties and her high heeled boots.
Tina's pussy looked like it was wet.
It was.
Tina was juicing up a river of pussy honey as she looked at the soldier in bondage. Helga would take to punishments like a duck to water. And Tina was going to administer them. It excited her almost to the point of orgasm.
There would be many orgasms this night.
Both for Tina.
And for Helga.
The sight of Tina's pale white flesh made Helga moan with desire. She couldn't wait to be punished. Especially by this beautiful woman who so mastered her mind and her body.
She would give her very soul to Tina if but she would ask. There was nothing she would not do for her Frau Oberfuhrer.
"I think I'll whip you now," Tina said, reaching for a small quirt from the rack.
Testing it for effect on Helga's thighs, she started to whip the girl's exposed flesh with abandon. She whipped up then down the right leg. Then moved to the left.
Underneath the punishing lash, Helga twitched at each stroke. Her body jumped against her bonds. She tried to escape the stinging blows of the whip. Her bondage would not allow the slightest escape.
"OWWWWW ... "she cried as a particularly hard lash bit into her thighs, just below her pussy.
"Oh, you want me to whip your cunt, do you?"
Tina asked, twirling the quirt in a rapid circle. It made a sickening whirling sound in the air as the lashes approached her exposed pussy..
THWACK ... !
"OWWWWWWEEEE ... OUCH ... OUCH ... OUCH ... " Helga screamed as the leather thongs bit into her sensitive pussy lips.
"Oh? You want me to continue?"
THWACK ... !
THWACK ... !
THWACK ... !
THWACK ... !
Oberfuhrer Flannery covered the twitching girl's cunt with a series of hard lashes, the thongs diving between her tortured wet lips with each succeeding blow.
"AAAARGHHHHHH ...
The pain was incredible.
She moved the quirt up and down Helga's cunt until she was satisfied that the girl was in agony.
By the way that Helga was writhing and moaning on the cross, Tina was sure the girl was suffering horribly.
She added four more harsh blows in quick succession.
She placed her fingers on Helga's pulsating cunt and stroked her there.
"Yes, this will do very nicely," she said, grasping one of Helga's pussy lips between her thumb and forefinger and pinching viciously.
"AAARGGGH ... OWEEEEE ... OH TINA ... OH ... OH ... OH ... AAAARGGHHHHH ... ! she screamed at the top of her lungs as Tina pinched, then pulled each pussy lip in turn.
"Yes, this will do nicely," Tina said, tossing the whip to the floor.
She continued to stroke Helga's tortured pussy, sliding her finger into the writhing girl's cunt.
"Ah, you're WET!" she said in mock surprise. "What a slut you are! And I've only begun your punishment, young lady!"
She released the tortured lips with a quick twist and walked over to the wall.
Tina studied the whips and canes in the canister with a scholarly look. As if selecting just the appropriate instrument of punishment for her charge.
She finally decided upon a cat-o-nine-tails and walked back to Helga.
"Kiss the whip Helga," she said, putting the handle of the whip to Helga's mouth.
Reluctantly at first, then with more abandon, Helga started to kiss the whip handle.
Tina shoved it into the girl's mouth. "Suck it! Suck it like you would a cock!"
Helga's mouth opened and Tina jammed the leather covered handle deep into Helga's mouth.
Pulling it out she quickly thrust it between the bound girls thighs, spreading her tortured pussy lips as the thick handle worked its way in. She started to fuck Helga with the whip handle for a few strokes, then pulled it Out. Then handle was covered with pussy juice.
"Lick your cum off it," Tina said, jamming the instrument back into Helga's mouth.
With the appetite of a starved man, Helga started to suck her own cunt juice from the handle that had just invaded her body. She was surprised at the taste. Her cunt juice tasted a little salty, but the act had the required effect.
Her pussy creamed even more.
Tina started in with the cat. She used a series of lashes that put thick wide welts on Helga's naked flesh from her shoulders to her ankles. Not satisfied with the pattern, she repeated the process, starting from her ankles back up to her shoulders.
Helga was howling in agony by the time Tina's whip kissed her bare flesh over a hundred times. It looked as though she had been gone over with a meat tenderizer. Every square inch of her flesh was red with welts. Her skin burned from the heat of the lashing. She was on fire.
Her cunt was on fire.
From need.
From need for more punishment.
More whipping.
More whip handle cunt fucking.
Anything and everything that Tina wanted to do to her tonight, she would let her do. Helga was prepared for her punishments and wanted more. Her mind had already crossed that strange threshold from pain to pleasure.
The very act of receiving pain, now brought her tremendous pleasure. And knowing that it was her Oberfuhrer who was giving her the pain, only increased the pleasure more.
Her body spasmed as another orgasm crashed through her. Helga's cunt had poured a pool of pussy cum between her legs and through the cross onto the floor.
Tina did not believe that a woman could release so much pussy cum. This was going to be one special evening, she was sure.
"Feel good Helga?" she asked as she watched the girl labor for breath.
More out of breath from her violent orgasms than from the pain she had received.
"Oh yes Oberfuhrer, I feel so good. Thank you for whipping me. Please whip me again," she pleaded now.
"Whip you again?" Tina was surprised at Helga's request. She didn't think the girl had it in her.
"Yes," Helga groaned as another orgasm crashed through her.
"Yes Oberfuhrer. Please! May I have another whipping?" she pleaded. Her eyes were glazed over in sexual abandon. She had cum at least ten times, and wanted to cum again.
"Yes. I will, whip you again," Tina finally answered her. "But not before I take a break."
Chapter 4
Tina left the cell and returned a few minutes later. She was carrying a small vial and walking back to Helga, she placed it on the bound girl's stomach.
Helga's body moved at the touch of the vial.
It was warm.
"I've brought you some warm oil Helga," she said as she uncapped the vial.
"Can you guess what I am going to do with it?" she asked as her hands stroked the bound girl's naked flesh.
Almost without thinking, Tina's 'hand found its way to Helga's pussy. She inserted two fingers and withdrew them.
"Taste yourself," she said as she thrust the fingers into Helga's mouth.
Helga's lips opened and she greedily sucked her own pussy juices from Tina's fingers.
Fires of lust raged in her body.
"I don't want you permanently marked," Tina continued, withdrawing her fingers from the sucking lips. "You have much more to endure tonight if you are going to be a good soldier in the new order."
Helga twitched at the first touch of the oil. Tina rubbed it over the writhing girl's body, taking special care to ensure that it worked its way deep into the welts left by her whip.
Helga moaned at the soft soothing touch of the warm oil. Her pussy started to tingle again. The massage she was receiving was starting to turn her on again.
She wanted more release.
"Don't worry darling, I AM going to whip you again. Just let me finish this."
Her fingers were working the warm oil into every crevice of Helga's body. It felt so soothing that the bound girl almost forgot the predicament she was in.
"The oil will accentuate the next whipping you get, I assure you!" Tina said, continuing to work her hands and fingers all over the young coed's supple flesh, kneading it, massaging it.
After she finished rubbing the oil into every nook and cranny of Helga's body she stepped back to admire her body. Tina's pussy raced with desire as she looked down on her captive.
She wondered for a moment if she should use the pussy clamps, then decided against it.
Instead, she started whipping Helga again.
The stinging blows were enhanced by the oil, and Helga never knew a worse pain.
Tina had been right.
The oil brought out every bite of the whip. She was thrashing about wildly in her bonds. Helga was in utter agony after a hundred more blows struck her thoroughly whipped flesh.
"OWWWWWWWW ... !"
TWACK ... !
"OH! OH TINA ... !" she gasped.
The whip crashed down again.
CRAAAAAACK ... !
"THANK YOU TINA!" she shouted.
THWAAAACK ... !
"THANK YOU FOR WHIPPING ME!!!! PLEASE ... MAY ... I ... HAVE ... ANOTHER???" her cries filled the room. Her body was jerking spasmodically from the pain. She was in the deepest pleasure she had ever been. Her orgasms were coming non stop, now.
CRAAAAACK ... CRAAAAACK ... CRAAAAACK ... !
After three more quick lashes, Tina put down the whip.
Her fingers flew to the waistband of her panties. She pulled them down over her hips, and stepped out of them. Wadding them into a ball she stuffed them into Helga's mouth, gagging her.
"Mmmphffff," Helga moaned through Tina's pussy soaked panties.
"There!" Tina said.
"Gllllmpf ... !" Helga tried to answer.
"That looks much better!"
"Suck my pussy juice darling, taste my cunt," Tina whispered, excited now by what she had done.
She untied the girl's wide stretched ankles from the end of the cross and brought them back over her head, fastening them to her wrists.
Helga was in a U shape and her cunt and asshole were open. She could feel the damp moist dungeon air flooding into her pussy and rectum. She felt so exposed!
"I am going to give you a punishment enema now. I have found that punishment enemas, coupled with multiple orgasm, are the best punishments I can administer. And the best punishments for one like you to endure. They seem to take all the fight out of a girl," Tina sneered as she put her face inches from her bound captive.
She walked to the other side of the room and rolled the enema stand over to the cross. Her stomach churned in lust as she looked at Helga's gaping rectum. It was if it was just begging to have the penis nozzle deep inside of it. Begging for the enema to rush into her cramping bowels.
Helga's asshole was begging be filled thickly. Begging to allow the punishing fluid to enter her tormented body.
"Mmmm ... Mmmm ... !"
Helga whimpered through her gag as she saw the stand roll into sight.
"You will love this punishment," Tina said.
"You did repeat your sentence to me, didn't you?" she continued. She didn't want the girl to change her mind.
Tina took hold of the insertion hose and arranged the bag on top of the stand. She placed it as high as she could to ensure maximum flow. Then she went to the washbasin and filled a large pitcher with scalding hot water. She tested the temperature with her fingertips.
"Ah yes, this should warm you up," she said as she carried the pitcher back to the stand. She proceeded to fill the enema bag until it was distended four times its normal size.
Helga could see the size of the bag increasing. She didn't think her body could hold such a volume of water. She shuddered as she heard the water splash into the bag.
Tina picked up a bottle of castor oil and poured half of the contents into the bag. Then she squeezed it, mixing the fluids.
"You'll have to go really bad when this starts working on you," she said.
"However, you'd better not expel this until I tell you to," she warned.
She picked up a small jar of Vaseline and lubricated the end of the nozzle. The thick penis shaped head had several knobs on the base. She lubricated these also.
As she started pressing the thick phallus shaped nozzle into Helga's exposed asshole, the knobs rippled across her stretched anal ring as Tina rammed the hose in deep and held it there.
"Unnnnnhhhh ... "
A moan escaped from the panty gag as the thick plastic nozzle slid into Helga's body to the hilt. There were more than ten inches of thick plastic stretching Helga's sphincter unmercifully.
"Oh, am I hurting you?" Tina asked, not caring if she was or wasn't.
"Unnnnnhh ... "
Helga's moan was misinterpreted by Tina.
SLAP ... !
Tina slapped Helga's ass hard and pushed once more on the penis nozzle.
SLAP ... !
"Stop complaining!"
Helga wriggled her ass and bottom on the cross. Tina didn't understand. She wanted more of the penis in her ass. She tried to move her buttocks towards it, not realizing that she already had it fully inserted inside of her body. The panties gagging her mouth prevented her from telling the Oberfuhrer how much she wanted the thick cock in her ass.
Tina reached up and flicked the hose clip to the open position. The gravity flow of the water started the large volume of punishing liquid rushing into Helga's bottom. It rapidly filled her.
"Unnnnnhhh ... "
She moaned again.
As the enema emptied into the bound girl's stomach, the cramping began. Her stomach started a series of spasms from the pressure of the hot liquid. The castor oil was causing her to want to shit. She was in awful pain and powerless to stop the intrusion as more of the water continued to enter her body.
"GLLLMMMPFFF ... !" Helga's muffled moan filled the room. The panties prevented her scream from escaping.
Tina responded by spanking Helga's upturned cheeks hard with the palm of her hand.
SPANK ... !
"YOU DON'T LIKE THIS?"
SPANK ... !
"TAKE IT ALL HELGA!!" she shouted.
SPANK ... !
"You know you need this, don't you?" she asked.
WHACK ... !
WHACK ... !
Two more resounding slaps bit into the girls ass cheeks now spread obscenely open by the thick penis nozzle protruding from the crack between them. It was an erotic sight.
Helga was in agony by the time the enema bag had emptied its full contents. Her belly was distended. She felt like she would lose control and shit her brains out.
Her ass was on fire!
SPANK ... !
WHACK ... !
SPANK ... !
WHACK ... !
Tina continued to spank and slap Helga's buttocks as she worked the enema nozzle in and out of her asshole. Helga was being brutally butt flicked while at the same time being filled with a hot, four quart, terribly cramping enema.
The pain was intense ...
Her body broke out in perspiration.
She moaned and moved about on the cross as far as her bonds would allow.
She was in agony.
The pleasure started without her knowing when.
Helga was suffering intense punishments at the hands of the Oberfuhrer. It was only right that she should suffer like this. The only thing wrong was that she needed more.
Much more.
She needed to suffer more so that she would be able to learn the ways of inflicting punishments on the enemies of the Imperial Order.
The photographs from her father's trunk returned to her mind. She wondered what it would be like to shave the head of a woman prisoner prior to punishing her. Her cunt started to spasm in orgasm at the thought.
As if hearing the girl's unspoken hunger, Tina bent her face between the upraised legs of the bound girl. She started to lick, then kiss the juicing gash between Helga's legs. The smell coming out of the bound girl wet pussy was overwhelming.
Her hands played with the nozzle still embedded in Helga's ass, as she started moving it in an out again, fucking her asshole.
"UUNNNHHHHHHH ... !"
Another moan of desire escaped from the gagged girl's mouth. Tina had started to kiss and suck her clitoris. It felt like a thousand needle pricks of pleasure as Tina sucked the hard nub into her mouth.
Then bit down hard.
"UUUUNNNHHHHH ... !"
A cry of pain and pleasure came through the panty gag. Helga was thrashing in her bonds, her pussy on fire. Her clit ached, then became incredibly aroused as Tina started sucking on it right where her teeth had clamped down hard.
She was almost there now. Almost at the point of an orgasm to end all orgasms. Helga didn't think she would have another one in her, but the churning, boiling feelings in her cunt told her otherwise. She was dripping wet, her gash secreting pussy juice like a faucet running wide open.
The smell of sex was arousing her even higher.
Tina knew that Helga was close to the brink of release. She stopped licking her cunt and stood back up.
"Unnhhhh ... "
Helga moaned plaintively again.
This time from pure animal lust.
She needed release ...
It wasn't coming!
SLAP ... !
"That's all," was all that Tina said, as she slapped the naked buttocks once more and turned to walk out of the room.
As she closed the door behind her, she heard the wail of unfulfilled need coming from somewhere deep inside of Helga's soul.
Tina laughed, then felt a rush of pleasure fill her cunt. She loved to bring them to the brink of release and then stop. It only made them want more. She wasn't done yet.
* * * * *
SOCK ... !
WHAAACK ... !
CRAAAAACK ... !
Mary Lou greeted Doris's story with three quick blows to the girl's already bruised face.
"How many times have I told you not to mess around on me?" she shouted.
"Grass, my ass!" she shouted, her anger rising. "You just wanted to get laid by that bitch didn't you!"
CRAAACK ...
Doris couldn't take anymore. Her hands came up in front of her face to avoid the blows being delivered to her face by her lover.
Mary Lou was the net tender on the Lacrosse team. She was powerfully built, but still had all the curves in the right places. She had been Doris's lover since they tried out for the team together.
One lustful afternoon in the girl's shower room, and they pledged their undying love for each other.
Doris reached out in self defense.
Her nails raked the left cheek of her room mate.
"Owwww ... why you CUNT!" Doris shouted as she reached up to feel the warm trickle starting to run down her face. "You scratched me!"
Her knee came up and landed a powerful blow in Doris' stomach, doubling her over. Her body had suffered a terrible beating already, and she was fast weakening.
She fell to her knees and started sobbing.
"Oh Mary Lou ... I ... I'm ... so ... sorry," she managed to say between sobs.
Mary Lou bent down and gently lifted the beaten woman to her feet. She held her in her arms, letting the girls sob wracked body empty itself on her breasts. Her hands smoothed Doris' hair. She whispered to her.
"I'm sorry darling. I know you've been through a lot. I'm sorry. It's just that I get so damn jealous of you," she whispered as she planted little kisses on top of the crying girl's hair.
"It'll be alright. We'll get her. Don't worry," she said.
Doris's sobbing slowed down to a pitiful crying. She was thoroughly drained. It wasn't bad enough that she had been beaten to within an inch of her life by that blonde cunt. She got double the beating when she got home.
She loved Mary Lou so much. She wanted to tell her everything. It would not have been possible to hide the fact that something had happened to her tonight. She just didn't expect the reaction she had.
"There, there. Calm down now," Mary Lou's hands were still stroking her hair.
Trembling with need to make up to her room mate, Doris threw her arms around Mary Lou and hugged her back. She started to undress her.
"I want to go down on you," she whispered as Mary Lou quickly undressed.
"I want to show you that you are the only one," Doris continued, unbuttoning her blouse.
"Yes darling, yes," Mary Lou whispered. "Let's make love. We can decide what to do about that blonde cunt later. Come darling," her pussy was instantly wet at the touch of Doris' hands on her breasts.
She was quickly aroused by her room mate's lips on her nipples. The naked need she had for her bloomed like a rapidly opening rose petal. She wrapped her arms tightly around Doris and kissed her full on the mouth. She licked around her full red lips, kissing the bruised skin tenderly.
They slowly lowered themselves to the floor, each so hot they couldn't wait to get into bed. They would make love right here. Doris pressed her face down close to Mary Lou's dripping pussy.
She could smell her arousal.
She tentatively pushed her tongue into the dripping slit. "Closer, darling, please push your cunt closer to my face," she gasped.
"Bring it close to my mouth ...
Mary Lou shifted her pelvis.
"Please ... hurry ... I need to taste you soooo badly Mary Lou," her voice was filled with lust.
Her hunger for Doris overwhelmed her as Mary Lou nudged her throbbing cunt closer to Doris's parted lips.
Doris reached around Mary Lou and clasped her lover's ass cheeks with desire, her fingers digging into the soft white flesh. Then she placed her mouth full on the open slit and began sucking its length. She tasted her clit, tasted her inner walls, then placed her lips on the clit again and sucked.
"Ooooooohhh ... . "Mary Lou moaned, her body thrashing with pleasure. Doris was driving her out of her mind already. And they had just started!
She slammed her legs furiously against the carpeting as Doris continued to eat her pussy. She felt a rush of cum flowing from her hips to her cunt. It was happening already.
Her pussy started flowing non stop. Her vagina walls were twitching. The tongue so passionately eating her cunt was setting off explosion after explosion in her brain. She savagely ground her cunt up into Doris mouth, climaxing again at the touch of her tongue.
Doris own need was building rapidly. The need to please her room mate. She was sorry for what had happened to her and would never let it happen again. She wanted Mary Lou's help in getting back at the blonde bitch who had beat her so badly tonight.
But first there was this delicious pussy to eat. This wet, gaping, succulent pussy. She wanted her face inside of her lover's body. She wanted to tongue fuck her all night.
Mary Lou's thrashing grew wilder. Her moans grew louder as Doris's mouth worked on her cunt.
Mary Lou reached out and grabbed her lover's head. She crushed Doris's face lewdly against her sopping pussy. Her clit felt like it was distended an inch. Every sensation in her body was focused on that hard little nub of pleasure.
As she pulled Doris' face into her cunt, Doris's lips insistently sucked on the raw bud, her teeth grating over it, then licking it. She was getting a sensuous, furious face flicking. And she loved it.
The pain in her body was replaced by the pleasure she felt in pleasing her lover. She loved to eat her pussy. She would eat Mary Lou's cunt all night if she would let her. Her tongue continued working into the wet walls, licking, tasting, tonguing deeply.
She pulled her tongue out and swallowed Mary Lou's cunt cum. It tasted as good as it ever did. She felt her room mate's muscular thighs clamp around her head, trapping her face in her pussy.
She never wanted to leave this heavenly spot.
"Oh Doris!" Mary Lou sighed. "Keep it up darling!"
Doris tongue was flailing inside of Mary Lou's cunt like a runaway blender.
"Just another minute ... there ... OH!"
Her tongue had found her G spot.
"OH GOD ... I AM GOING TO UNLOAD A GALLON OF PUSSY CREAM INTO YOUR MOUTH!!!"
This spurred Doris on to an even faster pace.
"OH ... OH DORIS ... YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD CUNT LAPPER!!!"
Doris licked and sucked each of Mary Lou's cunt lips in turn, drawing the fleshy skin deep into her mouth.
"DON'T STOP!!!"
She didn't.
"I NEED TO CUM DARLING ... "
"LICK ME DORIS ... LICK MY CUNT DEEPLY ... "
Doris continued to eat her pussy.
"EAT MEEEEE ... EAT MY PUSSY ... I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR MOUTH ...
Mary Lou was screaming now. She grabbed Doris's hair and pulled it harshly. She pulled hard, forcing her room mate's face deeper into her dripping slit.
"OH DORIS! ... OH DARLING SWEET DORIS!"
Her body was shaking uncontrollably now. Her passion was rising to fever pitch. She wrapped her legs over Doris's back and clamped her ankles tightly around her.
"GOD ... ! YOU MAKE MY PUSSY SO FUCKIN' HOT!!!" She screamed as she felt the orgasm rushing.
Doris's mouth came off Mary Lou's cunt for just a moment. "M ... Mary Lou ... P ... please ... eat me too! she started to plead.
"Please ... please eat me while I finish you off ... please?"
Mary Lou clamped her legs even tighter around Doris's head. Her words were driving her insane. She was going to have the cum of her life.
"Please eat me too. Cumin my mouth ... Please?"
Without answering her, Doris rolled over and placed her pussy within inches of Mary Lou's face.
Mary Lou raised her head to see the young girl's glistening pussy lips only inches from her face. She pushed her face closer to the sopping wet gash. Pussy juice ran down Doris' thighs as she lowered her dripping slit onto Mary Lou's open mouth. She smothered her face.
Mary Lou eagerly accepted the sweet smelling pussy on her nose and lips. She was smothered in cunt.
The overpowering smell of two dripping cunts filled the room. The excitement of raw naked sex filled their senses.
Doris started to rotate her hips, grinding her cunt on Mary Lou's face.
"Lick me ... taste me ... " she panted as her hips rolled and pushed down.
"Go on darling.., do it!"
She could feel Mary Lou's tongue slip in her twat.
"Eat my cunt ... yessss ... that's it ...
She returned her own face to Mary Lou's pussy, her tongue instantly darting into the wet slit again.
"Use your tongue ... push in ... yesss ... like that!" she gasped.
"God you smell so good," Mary Lou rasped as she took a deep breath of Doris's pussy. Her nose was inches from her lover's asshole and she got a whiff of her dark hole at the same time.
Yes ... smell me ... smell my cunt and asshole," Doris was panting now.
"Kiss me there, darling.., please ... !"
Mary Lou's tongue slipped into Doris's ass.
"Ahhhhh ... yesss ... tongue fuck my asshole!"
The tongue slipped in further.
"Deeper ... yessss ... like that ... !"
"My pussy juice is running into your mouth ... oh ... oh ... lick it ... yes ... like that ... "it was Mary Lou's turn now.
"Go ahead ... "
"Lick me ... "
"Eat me out ... "
"Kiss my asshole ... "
"Eat my cunt darling.., yes ... "
"Oh please ... please ... EAT ME OUT ... !"
Mary Lou licked her lip. She leaned forward and cupped Doris's tight white buttocks in her hands, pulling her wet cunt down harder on her face.
She slipped her tongue deep into the frothing cunt. Pussy juice ran over her tongue and down her, throat. She lapped every drop dripping from Doris's pussy. Like a starved woman.
She lapped at Doris's pussy with noisy slurps as her own orgasm started to build again.
Doris's pussy was sweet. The sweetest it had ever been. As it squirmed atop her face she could feel her lover bucking her hips on her tongue. She was inside of her body now. The feeling was incredibly exciting. She was loving her like a woman possessed.
"Ah ... yes ... " she sighed. "Yesssss ...
Doris's tongue now explored the channel of lust between Mary Lou's legs, licking her deeply, tonguing her clit, thrusting her nose into her lover's pussy.
"Yes ... nibble me ... suck me in there ... deeper ... please ... oh yesssss ... "
She nibbled harder.
"OOOOOH YESSS "
"NIBBLE ON MY CLIT "
"OOOHHH GOD OOOOOHHHH !!!"
"YESSSSS OH GOD OHHH!!! GOD"
"YESSSSSSSSSS "
"BITE IT ... !"
Doris and Mary Lou started biting each other's clits at the same time. They screamed their passions to each other as they flicked each other's pussies with their mouths and tongues. It was lesbian pussy eating at its best.
"BITE IT HARD ... !!" Doris shouted.
"BITE ME HARDER!!" Mary Lou screamed.
"CHEW MY CLIT ... OH GOD ... HERE IT CUMMMMS ... OH YESSS!!!!"
Mary Lou was furiously biting and sucking on the hard nub between her teeth as Doris continued humping her face.
"Suck my cunt all night darling ... !" Doris shouted. "God you are so good!"
Mary Lou loved being under the soft creamy body of her lover. She felt so good. So thoroughly loved. She ate her lover's pussy and ass with abandon.
"Now, put your tongue down in my asshole," Doris gasped.
"Lick my asshole Mary Lou. Tongue fuck my brown hole!"
Mary Lou thrust her tongue back into the dark channel of her lover's ass.
"Taste me there Mary Lou ... Oh yessss! Push it in deeper! ... All the way in ... Lick my asshole ... fuck it with your tongue!"
Mary Lou's lips and tongue furiously lashed at Doris's pussy and asshole.
"Oh Mary Lou ... that feels so f ... fucking gooooood!!!"
"Your tongue!!" Doris cried. "Your juicy mouth darling.., it's driving me f ... fucking crazy!"
"I want to cream my honey into your mouth Mary Lou. I want you to taste me. Take my juice ... Doris was wild with lust. Her buttocks were bouncing up and down on Mary Lou's face. She was in ecstasy.
"Oh yessss ... !"
"Suck me deeper ...
"Deeper ... really fuck me good ... use your tongue more ... eat me ... "
Mary Lou picked up the pace, lashing her tongue across the wet pussy lips, swallowing pussy cream as fast as she could. She would make up to her room mate the only way she knew how. She would eat her to the most terrific orgasm she ever had.
"Fuck me good ... eat my pussy ... " Doris continued her litany of lust.
"Eat my pussy ...
"Eat me ... !"
"Eat me good ... !"
"I'm going to cum darling ... yess!"
"I love you Mary Lou!!!" she shouted.
"I'M CUMMING NOW!!"
"I'M CUMMMMMINGGG!!!!"
"I'M CUMMING IN YOUR MOUTH!!"
"AAAAGGGHHHHHH!!!!!"
Chapter 5
Tina left Helga tied to the cross beam. She had whipped her soundly and was now tired from the exertion. She went left her, still tied to the horizontal cross, to contemplate her error. Beating a suspected enemy of the Order without her okay was a mistake Helga would learn never to make again.
It was still the most exciting thing she could do to another woman, but it took a lot of energy. She had four orgasms herself while whipping the hapless soldier, and was thoroughly sated. She relaxed on a couch in the day room, sipping a soft drink. She ran over the possibilities of Helga's next torture. Her pussy started to lubricate again.
"Oberfuhrer Flannery," a girl's voice broke her reverie.
"Yes?" Tina looked up from the couch.
The guard entered with two other female guards. The pair were handcuffed together, right wrist to left wrist. They had been hobbled by spreader bars at the knees. Tight ball gags filled their mouths. Their eyes were wide in terror.
"These two were fighting in the barracks, Oberfuhrer. I tried to break it up but as you can see, I got these scratches for my trouble." The guard pointed to her face and the deep welts that gouged her cheeks.
Tina looked at the pair, her eyes taking in their beauty from head to toe. There was no doubt in her mind that they were terrified.
Fighting was expressly forbidden. Guards who fought gave her prisoners reason to think that there was dissension in the Imperial Order. She would not tolerate it.
Tina wanted to get back to Helga, and now had her routine disrupted. This furthered her anger.
"So!" she said, getting up from the couch. "You two want to fight do you?"
The guards started shaking their heads wildly. They were sorry they had started fighting, and now were terrified of what the Oberfuhrer would do to them.
"You know that I will not tolerate this!" Tina hissed into their faces. "You will be dealt with in short order!"
"Gerry Ann!" she said, turning to the guard who brought them in. "Take them to the dildo chair!"
The girls started to tremble.
"Before placing them on the chairs, insert a maximum width butt plug in each of their asses. There punishment will be twenty four hours on the dildo chair!"
Gerry Ann took the girls by the leash that she had attached to their nipples and pulled the girls from the room. They almost tripped at the harsh tug, their hobbled knees shaking in fear.
The dildo chair was an ingenious torture devised by Tina. She had found out long ago that in dealing with females, giving them multiple orgasms until they passed out increased their docility. It was contrary with males. She withheld orgasms from male prisoners. Once they came, they seemed to get aggressive.
The dildo chair was a raised wooden platform with a device in the center of the seat to which dildos of various sizes could be attached. A prisoner was forced to sit on the dildo until their buttocks touched the chair.
In the case of females, Tina's standing instructions were to insert a butt plug in the prisoner's ass, and the dildo in her pussy. For males, the dildo was inserted into the man's rectum.
Twenty four hours on the dildo chair meant non stop orgasms for the prisoners. They would be reduced to a quivering mass of flesh after five hours. After twelve hours they would not know their own names. When twenty four hours had elapsed, the prisoners would be so weak from orgasming that they would pass out.
After they had survived the twenty four hour punishment, the prisoners would be severely whipped and chained in kennel boxes for twenty four hours. The punishments meted out by the Oberfuhrer usually had the desired effect. There were few repeat incidences of infractions of the rules after a session on the chair.
Tina could hear the two guards whimpering underneath their ball gags as Gerry Ann lead them down the hall.
Maybe she would peak in on them later. Watching two bound women squirming on the dildo chair always started her pussy racing.
She smiled and resumed her thoughts on what to do with Helga next.
* * * * *
After Doris and Mary Lou had made love, they bathed and powdered each others bodies. They crawled under the satin sheets of their bed and held each other softly.
As they drifted off to sleep in each others arms, they ran the list of possible names of girls on the team who would help them. They finally decided on three other girls who they thought were of just the right temperament to help them carry out their plans.
The next morning, they called the girls and invited them over for a chat. They didn't tell them on the telephone exactly what they wanted. They waited until the girls arrived at their house. The Imperial Order had too many undercover members to take a chance of spilling their plan on the telephone.
Doris and Mary Lou wanted to see each girl's reaction as they told them what they wanted their help with.
"Bitchin'," said Samantha. She was the team's net tender and the strongest on the team.
"I'll help!" said Betty, a demure member of the team who looked like she couldn't fight her way out of a paper bag.
Betty was chosen because of her inherent dislike for anyone and everyone. She had the sweetest country girl look about her. Well built, pretty and very feminine. Something in her upbringing, however, had put a very nasty, Sinister, sarcastic view of other people in her mind. She hated everyone and everybody.
Except her team mates. Betty loved a good trouncing on the Lacrosse field, and got in her share of shin kicks and knees in other girl's stomachs when the referees were no were in sight. She was perfect for this.
The third member the girls recruited was Darlene.
Darlene was, like the others, in fantastic shape and could play Lacrosse all day. She was their distance team member. If needed, she played throughout the whole game, taking only the time outs and breaks allotted for a regulation game.
Her stamina never ceased to amaze the other girls.
"The first thing we need to do," interjected Mary Lou above the buzz of conversation, "is to find out exactly who this cunt is!"
All eyes turned towards her.
"As you can see, Doris is going to be in pain for quite some time. Her eyes are still so swollen that it will be impossible for her to identify the girl, unless we help her narrow the field down."
The girls turned to Doris. Several of the girls gave her encouraging pats on her knee. She looked a mess.
"I think I have an idea how we might do this," Doris said as she took a deep breath.
She winced. Her ribs were still sore.
"Does anyone remember that blonde bitch that always stays to herself?"
She continued. "You know, her name is Helga Stern.
She always attends those whacko rallies that the Imperial Order puts on."
"Those nuts?" Samantha asked.
"I swear I've seen her talking to that Tim Flannery after the rallies. Maybe she has joined them. If so, that's the first place we can go look for her," Doris ventured.
"I wouldn't go near their headquarters with a ten foot pole," Betty said.
"Me neither," Darlene added.
"They are really on the far side of reality," Samantha spoke again.
"Well, you said you would help," Doris whined. "What's the matter, those jerks couldn't be that tough, could they?"
"Well, I heard that they have secret torture chambers," Betty said. "I've heard that they take gals they suspect of doing anything against them out to the woods and do all sorts of nasty things to them."
"Where did you hear that?" Darlene asked.
"Oh, you know. Things like that get around," Betty continued. She was having second thoughts now.
"Well, are we going to let one of those swastika bitches do this to our friend?" she said, turning her head towards Doris.
A chorus of 'no's' answered her.
"Well, let's start with finding out everything we can find out about her. What did you say her name was?" Mary Lou asked.
"Helga. Helga Stern. She's a pretty, well built blonde that is in my psych class," Doris answered.
After deciding that they had the culprit identified, the girl's Lacrosse team decided on what to do about it.
Several hours later, a plan was developed. "Last one in the spa is a lezzie bitch!" Mary Lou shouted as the group started to break up.
She was peeling her clothes off in a pile on the floor and her team mates followed her lead.
They were all shouting and giggling as they ran naked through the house and into the back yard. The planning session was over. It was now time for a little fun.
Darlene stuck her leg out as Samantha raced past. Crashing to the floor with a thud, Samantha got to her knees and turned to Darlene.
"Geezus Dar ... " she said as she pushed herself up. "Wanna do something about it?" Darlene smiled wickedly.
"Yeah, that hurt!" Samantha smarted from being tripped and was so worked up by the planning session she was spoiling for a fight right now.
SLAP ... !
Her hand lashed out and struck Darlene's face.
"Owwww ... you bitch!" Darlene shouted.
Samantha grabbed a hand full of Darlene's hair and pulled her to the floor.
"Let go of my hair!" Darlene yelled.
"Not till you apologize!" Samantha started.
"Apologize my ass ...
CRAAAAACK ... !
Darlene punched Samantha in the gut with all the force she could muster.
The breath whooshed out of the girl.
"Take this bitch!" she said as she followed the punch with another.
"Ooooooh ... ."
"And this!"
She cracked Samantha again, the force of the blow causing her to lose her grip in Darlene's hair.
Both hands came up now, her fingernails clawing for Darlene's face.
Darlene warded off the fingernails clawing for her and grabbed Samantha's wrist.
Her reflexes took over. She pulled Darlene's hair and yanked with all her might, pulling the girl's mouth off her arm.
She quickly grabbed for Darlene's throat and put her in a choke hold, pulling her backwards on top of her.
"Ooooooh, I'll give you an hour to stop!" Darlene hissed as she felt Samantha's breasts push into her back.
She was starting to get turned on.
"Here," Samantha said, let me make you feel good. Her hands went in front of the girl on top of her and cupped her breasts.
"Oooh, would you?" Darlene replied, squirming as she felt the other girl's hands squeeze her breasts.
She wanted those hands and fingers replaced by Samantha's lips and tongue.
Samantha's pussy tingled as she stroked the naked flesh on top of her. Her desire flamed to a roaring fire as she tweaked Darlene's nipples, rolling them between her thumb and forefingers.
Her cheeks flushed scarlet.
"Geezuz, I am really getting turned on!" Samantha breathed.
"Ooooh, I want to feel you some more darling," Samantha was kneading Darlene's breasts, feeling the response building in her friend.
Her hand moved to the girl's crotch and started to lightly rub her there, feeling her pussy start to juice. Her fingers were slowly moving in and out of the puffy lips, causing Darlene to squirm even more.
Darlene's need was building rapidly.
"OOOOH Samantha, I love that. Don't stop ... "Darlene cooed.
Samantha was panting now, her arousal reaching fever pitch as she continued to stroke her friends clit.
Darlene squirmed even more as her passion mounted. Her friend continued to caress her breasts, rolling her body over so she could suck on them.
Samantha opened her lips, palming one breast then sucking the hard nipple between her lips.
"OOOH Samantha, that feels good," Darlene could barely speak from the hot fire racing down from the suckling lips to her groin.
"Please, don't stop!"
Darlene surrendered to the need welling up inside of her. Her free hand shot down to Samantha's crotch as she gently spread the soft thighs with her hands, working the palm of her hand against the now very wet pussy.
"Kiss me ... " Darlene's open mouth whispered, as she lowered her mouth to the full soft lips. She awaited the sensuous touch of their lips, quivering as she closed her lips on the other girl's.
"Let me help you with these Darlene," Samantha panted as she pulled the other girl's panties down the gentle curve of Darlene's round hips. Her fingers left a trail of passion as she moved her hands down the other girl's soft legs.
"Oh Darlene ... " Samantha murmured against Darlene's stomach as she kissed her way down the girl's body.
Her head darted between Darlene's thighs as she eagerly pulled the girl's pussy to her face. She wrapped her arms around the squirming flesh, now moist with desire. She held Darlene's ass cheeks tightly as her mouth started to devour the hot wet cunt on her face. Her tongue slid in.
"OH! Samantha ... !"
Her tongue tasted the bitter sweet pussy juice now flowing freely on her face.
"OH GOD ... !!" Darlene squealed atop her body.
"OHH THAT FEELS SO GOOOOD ... !!" Darlene hissed as her thighs now wrapped tightly around Samantha's head.
Her calves beat a tattoo of pleasure on the floor. The other girl wrapped her calves around her back, trapping the girl's adoring face hard into her cunt.
"EAT ME SAMANTHA ... !"
"OH GOD ... !! EAT MY HOT WET PUSSY SAMANTHA ... !!"
She could feel an instant response of need as she mouthed the words, the tongue in her pussy was thrashing wildly. She could feel it curl deep inside of her slick walls, licking then pulling out, then pushing back in for more.
"OOOH DARLING YESSSS ... !!"
"EAT MY CUNT ... !!"
"CHEW ON MY CLIT ... AAAHHHHHH YESSSSSS ... !"
"EAT ME HARD MAKE ME COME!!"
The girl was pressing her face into Darlene's pussy until her cheeks were crushed against her buttocks. She could feel the pussy juice running down her thighs, over her cheeks. She turned her face to lick the tender flesh of Darlene's upper thighs, swallowing every drop of cunt juice she could lick.
"PUSH YOUR TONGUE ALL THE WAY IN NOW!"
"OOOOHHHH!!!"
"YESSSSSSSS ... !"
Darlene's ecstatic cries of pleasure excited Samantha and drove her on even more. Her head bobbed up and down now on the bucking wet slit sealed against her face.
She buried her nose in Darlene's pubic hair, inhaling sharply, the bitter scent of her pussy burning into her senses.
"MMMMFFFFF!!!" Samantha's slurping voice was muffled by Darlene's pussy.
She was eating Darlene's cunt with the hunger of a starved woman.
"MMMMMFFFFFF!!!!" she shouted again into the sopping mass glued to her face.
She kept on tonguing and licking the slick puffy lips that oozed the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted. Samantha loved pussy cream. She could not get enough.
"OOOOH SAMANTHA! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM ... !" Darlene shrieked, her thighs beating wildly now.
Samantha renewed her licking with vigor now, excited by the knowledge that her face and tongue was going to make Darlene cum.
"EAT MY PUSSY ... !!"
"FUCK ME WITH THAT GLORIOUS TONGUE OF YOURS DARLING! YESSS ... EAT MY SLIT ... !! OH YESS I LOVE IT ON YOUR FACE ... !"
A shudder started to convulse Darlene's body as she bucked wildly against Samantha's face. She could feel her orgasm building deep in her hips. It spread to her stomach and traveled quickly to the farthest recesses of her vagina. It roared forth into her pussy lips, depositing a gallon of fresh pussy cream into the greedily lapping tongue and mouth making the sweetest love to her pussy.
Samantha continued to eat Darlene's pussy, slowly, lovingly, kissing the lips, then tonguing her softly. Darlene had orgasm after orgasm until she lost count. She was thoroughly drained. Her pussy lips were burning from Samantha's voracious lips.
Lips that were now sucking on her distended clit.
"OH GOD ... ! ENOUGH ... PLEASE ... I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE," Darlene panted breathlessly as she rolled her thighs over and gently held the other girl's face in her hands.
"GOD YOU'RE TERRIFIC ... ! I ... HAVEN'T FELT ... AN ORGASM LIKE THIS ... IN AGES ... " she was out of breath now.
"THANK YOU DARLING ... OH ... THANK. YOU ... !" she continued as she went limp with exhaustion.
The two girls held each other tenderly, exchanging soft kisses, murmuring endearments, gently stroking each others breasts.
The laughter and chatter from the spa outside the door told them the other girls were having as much fun as they had just had.
The task to find Helga and repay her for what she did to Doris was not lost on them, however. Samantha and Darlene got up to join the others in the hot tub.
"Let's tie her up and pull her tits off," Betty said as she let the hot foaming water caress her body.
"Naw, that's too good for that bitch," Mary Lou said as she held Doris close. Her hands worked slowly over Doris's still bruised flesh.
"Oooooh, Mary Lou, that feels so good," Doris breathed.
"Just relax darling. We'll get a good pay back for you," Mary Lou whispered as she kneaded Doris's thighs.
Doris opened her thighs to allow Mary Lou's hand access to her cunt. She laid back dreamily as Mary Lou fingered her slit, relaxing her even more.
"What if we tie her up and whip the shit out of her, would that make an impression," Samantha asked, stepping into the tub with Darlene.
The two girls held each other's hands as they carefully lowered themselves into the frothing hot water.
"Whipping is too good for someone who did this to Doris," Mary Lou said.
"Maybe," she continued, "Maybe a whole sack full of clothespins on her body would be appropriate. I would love to see her escape the pinching and biting those little devils do."
"Yeah!" someone squealed.
"About ten on each pussy lip. Then one right on her clit!" she continued her thoughts.
"Oh yes," Darlene said. "That would give her something to think about."
"Then we'll whip her!" Mary Lou said.
"Can I get her tool" Doris asked, her thighs now squeezing Mary Lou's hand between them.
"You bet you can baby," she replied, turning to Doris, her mouth open to kiss her. "In fact, you can have first crack at her!"
They kissed passionately, their tongues intertwining, soft moans of desire escaping their lips.
"You're sooooo good to me," Doris said dreamily as she turned her face up to Mary Lou. She kissed her tenderly, then laid back to let the healing waters course over her body.
* * * * *
At the Imperial Order's stockade, Helga was silently awaiting the return of Tina. After Tina had left her, a guard came in and removed Tina's cum soaked panties from Helga's mouth.
She replaced them with a penis gag, buckling it tightly around Helga's head. The thick phallus shaped gag was forced deep into Helga's mouth, filling it completely. Then she pulled a tight leather discipline helmet over the bound girl's head, shutting off all sight, sound and smell.
Except the smell of leather.
Helga remained in a state of arousal all the while that Tina was gone. She didn't think her senses could take another minute. Her body craved the torments that Tina was administering. She hoped that the Oberfuhrer would soon return. Her pussy burned with desire to cum again. She was very wet.
She wasn't disappointed.
The sound of high heels clicked in the hallway outside of cell block A.
"Ah, I see you are laced up very tight my liebchen," Tina said as she looked at the leather discipline helmet on Helga's head. She knew that Helga couldn't hear her. It would make things much more exciting. The bound girl would not be able to anticipate anything.
Not a touch.
Not a kiss.
Not a word.
Not a single thing.
Tina walked over to her and touched her thigh. Helga's body shuddered in response. She had been lost in the cocoon of leather and didn't know that anyone was in the room. The touch was totally unexpected.
SLAP ... !
CRAACK ... !
Tina delivered two sharp stinging blows to the insides of Helga's thighs. She loved the way her palm prints immediately welled up on the creamy flesh.
She unfastened the discipline helmet and peeled it from Helga's face. She decided to leave the penis gag in the girl's mouth.
"Ah, enjoying your sentence?" she asked.
Helga nodded her head.
"Good. Let's continue," Tina said reaching down to twist the bound girl's nipples.
"Unnnnhhh ... . " an agonized moan escaped Helga's lips as Tina kept up the pressure.
"I've got just the thing for you," Tina said releasing her nipples and slapping each breast hard.
Helga jerked at the pain.
Tina walked over to her implement wall and selected a large rack of pinch clothes pins.
"Let's get you prepared," she said walking back, shaking the wooden devices.
The sound sent a chill through Helga. She knew the pain those little spring loaded pieces of wood would cause. She just hoped that Tina would not put one in any really sensitive areas of her body.
She hoped in vain.
Tina looked down at Helga and decided a different position was in order. The Imperial Order would train this girl well in torture. Might as well give her the full treatment.
She unfastened the straps holding Helga to the cross and helped her to stand up.
The girl's knees were shaky. She had been on her back for a long time. She felt lightheaded as Tina helped her into the sitting position, and almost fell over when she was helped to her feet.
"Come along Helga," Tina said, "to the punishment table."
"Yavohl, mein Oberfuhrer," Helga responded immediately. As worn out as she was from the punishment she had already undergone, she knew that anything less than the correct response would add even more to her ordeal.
Tina walked the girl over to a padded bench and laid her down on her back. At one end were small leather straps through which she slipped Helga's wrists. She buckled them tightly.
At the other end of the bench, were two wooden poles. Half way up the poles were two more leather straps. Tina took first one leg and slipped Helga's ankle into a strap. Then the other. She was now on her back with her wrists bound to either side of the bench over her head. Her thighs were raised and open wide. Her feet were securely strapped onto the poles.
She tried to move against her bonds, but could only twitch. Tina had securely fastened her.
She felt her pussy lips open from the stretched position and the cool damp air washed over it. Cunt juice started to flow down her crack.
"Yes indeed," Tina said, looking into the gaping V of Helga's crotch. "I think I'll put the first clothespin right here!"
Chapter 6
Helga's scream penetrated the thickness of the penis gag. It echoed off the stone walls as Tina placed the first clothes pin directly on the bound girl's clit.
"AAAAAARRROHHHH ... " she bucked against the leather straps, unable to escape the pain.
Her hips jerked spasmodically as the clothespin bit into her sensitive bud. Pussy juice started to run rapidly as this new pain of torture began.
"I see you like it," Tina said with a gleam in her eyes.
She knew Helga didn't.
She picked up several more clothespins and started to attach them one at a time to the girl's left labia. She spaced them close together to ensure a continuous throbbing of pain on the girl's pussy
Then she did the same thing to the right, until each puffy lip was clamped by ten clothes pins.
She took her hand and worked the side of her palm into Helga's pussy slit, pushing the clothespins apart.
Helga's body twitched in pain and pleasure. The clothespins were biting her sensitive flesh terribly. At the same time, Tina was causing her a pleasurable sensation by rubbing her hand in her pussy. She couldn't separate the pain from the pleasure.
"Now, what a pretty little flower I've made," Tina said, reaching for more clothes pins.
She took one and opened it inches from Helga's eyes.
"Where would you like this one?" she asked.
Helga couldn't answer.
"Oh? Right here?" Tina said, placing the clothespin on Helga's right nipple. She let it close around the thick flesh with a snap.
"UNNNNNHHHH ... !" another agonized cry filled the room.
Tina flicked the clothes pin with her finger, causing the girl's nipple to distend, then snap back. Helga's eyes were rolling in pain. Tears started to drop from the corners of her eyes.
"I see you like this," Tina rasped. She was getting turned on.
"Are those tears of gratitude for my punishing you Helga?" she asked.
Helga couldn't answer.
She shook her head yes for a moment, then shook her head no. She was confused. She didn't know if she was grateful or not. The pain was building to an intolerable level.
"Oh, you're grateful? You want to thank me but are afraid to?" she said, teasing the girl. "Well, you're quite welcome," Tina whispered, bending to kiss the girl on her forehead.
Helga was perspiring freely now. Her body in agonizing pain from the clamping wooden clothes pins.
"My sweet little Helga ...
She stroked Helga's wet slit.
"Your cunt is so open to me ...
She grabbed several clothes pins on Helga's cunt and spread her lips apart with them.
"So willingly accepting her punishment ... "
She let the girl's cunt close again.
"Yes, you'll do the Order well my liebchen."
The Oberfuhrer started to place additional clothespins around the base of Helga's breasts until they were completely encircled. Helga's teeth were grinding on the hard rubber phallus filling her mouth. The pain was incredible as each little wooden pin seemed to be biting her breasts flesh separately ... then all at once.
"Feel good?" Tina asked again.
Without waiting for an answer, Tina repeated the process with the girl's left breast.
"Now, you are ready," her voice was thick with passion.
She walked around to Helga's head and looked down into her face.
"You are so very lovely like this," she whispered.
Tina unbuckled the strap holding the penis gag in Helga's mouth and pulled it out with a loud popping sound.
"Ooooh ... th ... thank you ... "Helga started.
Not giving the girl a chance to talk any further, Tina lifted her right leg and raised herself on her left foot. She slid her dripping pussy over Helga's face and onto her mouth.
"Eat my pussy," her words became Helga's instant command.
The girl's tongue slipped into Tina's wet slit as she lowered it on her face. She could feel Tina's pubic hairs brushing her face as her cunt spread its lips over her mouth and tongue.
She was being smothered in cunt.
Her own clit and pussy were on fire. Her breasts felt like they were being bitten by a thousand flies. She pushed her mouth upwards in obedience to her Oberfuhrer.
The smell of pussy juice was overwhelming as Tina's cunt settled into a slow rocking rhythm on Helga's face. It was so pleasurable to use a slave, or prisoner in this case, for one's own sexual release. Tina could feel her cunt juices flowing from her very core into the girl's mouth.
She started to hump the face between her legs.
Helga responded by sticking her tongue further into Tina's cunt, licking the inner walls, sucking her labia, tongue fucking her again.
She drew out a mouthful of pussy cum and swallowed it. She immediately thrust her tongue back in.
Tina raised herself on the other foot now and knelt on the bench, her cool thighs now touching Helga's cheeks. She closed her legs tightly and sat back, her asshole now lowered on Helga's nose. She could feel the girl's nose at her tight back hole.
She squirmed a little harder, feeling her asshole open and Helga's nose enter her. Tina started a slow up and down motion with her buttocks. The sensations were incredible.
Her asshole was being fucked by Helga's nose. Her cunt was being licked and sucked by Helga's sweet adoring mouth.
From the mewling sounds coming from between her legs, she knew that Helga was enjoying it.
As Helga continued to use her face, Tina leaned forward and reached for the clothes pins on the bound girl's pussy. She pulled a handful on each side and spread the girl's cunt lips. Her head leaned forward to kiss the tortured pussy.
Helga moaned and moved under her.
Tina knew she like this also.
Her head lowered between the clothe pins and Tina licked the tortured slit.
"Mmmmmmm ... mmmmmmm ... mmmmmm ... you taste so good Helga!" she murmured, sliding her tongue deep into the juicy twat.
She licked up and down, then around Helga's clit, right at the base of the clothes pin still clamping her there.
Helga's legs jerked hard against her bonds. She had found a very sensitive spot.
She licked again.
Helga's groin bucked under her as she licked the tortured clit.
"Unnnnnnnhhhhhhh ... " came Helga's long drawn out moan of agony.
Pussy juice started flowing from the girl's cunt like a dam had burst. She was cumming now. Cumming from the intense pain. Cumming from the intense pleasure.
Helga's face and nose crushed upwards, drawing a shudder of orgasm from Tina's body. She could taste the sweet acrid taste of Tina's cum as her Oberfuhrer bucked down hard on her face.
She tried to pull her face to one side, her lips pressed against the creamy thighs holding her head.
"P ... per ... permission to ... c ... cum ... ? Fraulein Oberfuhrer?" she panted her request.
"M ... maybe ... "Tina wanted to prolong the girl's agony for as long as possible. She didn't know how much longer she could hold out. She was going to cum herself any second now.
As the girl tongued her cunt, Tina could feel her orgasm building to epic proportions.
Helga was going wild. The triple sensations she was feeling were unlike anything she had ever felt before in her young life.
The clothes pins on her cunt and clit. The clothes pins on her breasts.
Oberfuhrer Tina licking and kissing her cunt.
Tina's cunt in turn, smashing against her face. Tina's asshole grinding over her nose.
She was in a heaven of sensual pleasure and about to explode in orgasm. She had to ask permission though. She was not allowed to cum unless the Oberfuhrer gave her permission.
"P ... PLEASE ... OH PLEASE ... MAY I CUM OBERFUHRER?" she wailed against Tina's thigh, licking it between her words of entreaty.
It was too much for Tina.
The combined high she was getting from inflicting the girl's much deserved punishment, the face sitting she was doing, and the sweet pussy juice she was licking from her prisoner's slit put her over the top.
Her pussy started to spasm as wave after wave of orgasm tumbled through her body.
Underneath her, Helga's orgasm was starting at the same time.
She started to violently buck and thrash against her bonds. Her movements caused the wooden clothes pins to smack against each other adding a powerful erotic sound to the orgasmic dance of the two wildly thrashing bodies.
Helga's passion had reached white hot intensity. Her pussy juices were running into Tina's mouth as the Oberfuhrer lapped the clothes pin clamped nub of the girl's clitoris. She could fee the clit harden even more as additional blood poured into the already swollen flesh. Tina sucked at it greedily. The smell given off by Helga's aroused pussy was driving her wild. Tina thought she would never get enough of the pungent odor.
Helga never knew that pain could be so pleasurable.
As Tina continued eating the girl's pussy, she slipped two fingers into the crack of Helga's ass.
The girl's anus was already coated with her cunt juice so Tina's fingers were able to enter easily. She moved them in deeply.
Helga's asshole seemed to grasp the finger's then pull them into her.
With a gasp that could be heard through her gag, the frustrated girl pushed herself down hard against the fingers in her ass until they were buried.
At the same time, she pushed her whole face up harder into Tina's pussy and asshole.
Then she began to cum.
Tina was sucking at her clit. She took the girl's clit as far into her mouth as she could. She released it, then sucked it in again. She licked the clothes pin clamping the nub.
Helga moaned.
Tina licked it again, then swallowed the rush of cunt juice that poured from the open gash.
At that same instant, Tina pushed her fingers deep into Helga's tight asshole. She slid them out, then pushed them back in again.
Helga moaned even louder through her gagged mouth. Her words were clear now. The thick penis gag could no longer contain the cries of lust that needed to be fulfilled.
When Helga's asshole clutched at her fingers like a sucking little mouth, Tina came.
"OOOOO GEEZUS!"
"HELGA!"
"TINA ... !!"
"HERE IT COMES ... !" Tina gasped.
"OOOOHHH TINA ... OOOOOH HHHHHHH GOD ... TINA ... DON'T STOP ... H" Helga screamed.
"OH GEEEZUUUUSS !!!"
"I'M CUMMMMMING TINA ... I'M CUMMMINGG ... I ... I ... I'M ... C-U-U-M-M-MI-N-N-G!!!" the tortured girl screamed as an absolute fit of sexual abandon crashed through her aroused senses.
* * * * *
Mary Lou decided to attend all of Doris's classes with her the following week. Between the two of them they were sure to spot the blonde bitch and develop a plan of attack.
As the two sat through class after class, they couldn't believe that they had not spotted Helga Stern yet.
"Maybe I was mistaken," Doris said as she and Mary Lou walked through the campus book store.
They had seen a girl they thought was Helga and went in to see if they could find her. After browsing through the store for several minutes they ran across the blonde girl that had entered before them.
It wasn't Helga.
"Maybe she's sick?" Mary Lou said. "There's been a lot of that A strain flu going around. "She could be home this week."
"Either that or those neo Nazi's are up to no good. Probably planning another disruption somewhere," Doris said. She was upset that Helga had not been seen as yet. The weekend was almost upon them and they wanted to figure out a plan before then.
Doris's bruises were healing nicely. Mary Lou's care, and lots of tender loving, helped the thoroughly beaten girl to recover a lot quicker than she had thought she would.
"Let's call Betty and Darlene," Doris suggested.
"I ran into Samantha while you were checking out the Lacrosse schedule, she hadn't seen Helga either," Doris added, taking Mary Lou by the hand. They left the bookstore and crossed over to the Campus Club.
After ordering a light meal, Mary Lou fished around in her purse for some change.
"Here, babe, you call them," she said handing Doris' the change. "I'll keep my eyes peeled here. The cunt just might walk in."
Doris walked across the crowded student lounge to the bank of pay telephones. She deposited a quarter and dialed Darlene's number.
No answer.
Then she tried Betty's home.
Betty picked up the phone on the third ring.
"Hello?"
"Hi Betty, Doris here. What's happening?" she asked.
"Oh Darlene and I were just messing around. The bitch thought she could pin me in a wrestling match and I just cold cocked her," Betty replied.
Doris was always amazed at the aggression displayed by the Lacrosse team members. If they weren't knocking the shit out of each other on the playing field, they were knocking the shit out of each other at home.
Oh well, she thought, at least that aggression will come in handy when we find Helga.
"Why do you guys even bother?" she asked Betty.
"Keeps us fit baby!"
Doris' heard Betty laughing on the other end.
"Have you two had any luck locating Helga?" she asked.
"No. Have you?"
"Nothing here," Doris was starting to wonder if they had even bothered looking. From the background sounds, the two sounded like they had spent the entire week either in bed making love, or on the floor fighting with each other.
"Mary Lou wanted to put a plan together by the weekend, but it looks like we're shit out of luck," Doris said.
"Well, I've got an idea," Betty replied.
"What?"
"Why don't you two come over. I'll get a hold of Samantha and the five of us can talk, okay?" Betty asked.
Doris could hear her asking Darlene in the background if it was okay with her also.
It was.
"Good, we'll see you about six then?" Betty asked.
"Yeah. I'll go tell Mary Lou. Unless she has some other plans we'll see you then," Doris said, hanging up the phone.
Fifty miles away, Helga might have wished that the girl's had her instead of the Oberfuhrer.
* * * * *
As she was stretched on the punishment bench, her thoughts went in many directions. She had been through a lot already. What else could lay ahead of her? The sentence being carried out by the Oberfuhrer was of indeterminate length. It could be as short or as long as Tina Flannery wished.
It was totally up to her whim and wish. If she wanted to stop the punishments, as founder and leader of the new order, she could have done so.
She would have to be thoroughly sated before she would end this girl's sentence. She was just having too much pleasure at her hands.
Tina had had enough of Helga's pussy. She wanted to work over her asshole now. She knew that a thorough ass workout would leave an indelible mark on her pretty soldier. Her mistake would not be repeated again.
The huge dildo was tearing her anal tissue and stretching her sphincter to the limit. Tina was working her over with savage intensity.
"Unnnnnhhh ... " Helga moaned as Tina pushed the thick phallus deep into Helga's ass.
Tina had decided to not use any artificial lubricant in Helga's asshole.
"ARRRRRRRGGGGOOOHHH ... " her sphincter was tearing now as the thick cock slid home.
"Mmmmmmm, you're making me wet," Tina breathed as she started to get excited from the cries of the gagged girl.
"You do love my panties, don't you?" she smiled as she watched the writhing girl's mouth sucking the panties she had just shoved into her mouth.
Tina pulled the thick dildo almost completely out of Helga's sore, reddened asshole. Then she savagely plunged it back in to the wide base, flaring from the end.
"UNNNNNHHHHH !!"
Another gagged cry of pain escaped Helga's lips.
"Yes, I'll do it harder," Tina said, knowing that Helga wanted the cock pushed into her ass anything but harder than it already had.
"Relax your buns, Helga. Take it all deep inside of you," her voice was low, almost soothing.
"Relax your asshole and I'll be able to shove this inside of you much harder, just like you want me to," she continued.
Helga tried to relax her rectum. She felt that she had lost all control of her muscles there. Tina had been plunging the punishing instrument into her for over fifteen minutes. She was in agony.
She was overwhelmed by passion and pain. Her pussy was flowing from the ecstasy of her punishing pleasure. Her mind had completely switched gears. She felt the pleasure from pain.
She relaxed her rectum.
Tina shoved hard.
"ARRRRGGGGHHH ... UNNNNNHHHH ... !" She didn't know how much more of this she could take.
Her pussy tingled. Her asshole felt stretched to the limit. She felt so full, so excited, so wonderful whenever the thick phallus slid from deep inside her bowels to her sphincter.
Then she was plunged into mind numbing pain when Tina shoved it back in to the hilt.
She moaned and groaned in agony/ecstasy. She rolled her eyeballs back in her head at the constant ramming she was receiving. She cared about nothing but to accept her punishment from the Oberfuhrer in the most submissive state she could muster. She wanted nothing except to be flicked in the ass until it pleased Tina to stop. She relaxed again.
Her breasts were heaving atop her perspiring body' with each savage thrust. Her nipples were rock hard. Her arms and calves ached from being stretched on the punishment bench. She felt as though she were floating in a world of sensual pleasure that could only come from receiving pain from the Oberfuhrer.
Tina Flannery's psychological training had served her well. She was about to cum just by watching the agony and hearing the muffled cries coming from Helga Stern.
"Yes my sweet liebchen," Tina's voice was hoarse from excitement. "I'll let you keep it in your body."
Tina walked to the implement wall and came back with a leather harness. She fastened the two snap buttons on the base of the dildo to the receiving snaps on the harness. Then she shoved the thick cock back into Helga's ass and wound the leather straps around her hips. The dildo was firmly planted in her ass.
CRAAACK ... !
SLAP ... !
CRAAACK ... !
SLAP ... SLAP ... !
Tina gave Helga's rectum several hard slaps right over the butt plug. The bound girl jerked in pain at the force of the blows.
Her voice was mewling in pain as Tina whacked her tormented asshole directly over the base of the butt plug.
Walking around the punishment bench, Tina stopped to retrieve the nipple clamps that had jerked off the girl's body. She quickly clamped one on each diamond hard nipple, enjoying the hiss of pain that escaped Helga's lips.
Yes, this one will learn well the ways of the new order, she thought as she looked at the pain wracked soldier. She will learn well how to get information without being so brutal as she was with that student, her thoughts continued as she stared at her charge.
She unbuckled the thick leather strap that held the panty gag in Helga's mouth and slowly pulled the thoroughly soaked panties out.
"Ah, I see you licked all of my pussy juice off. Good girl," Tina said, stroking the panting girl's cheeks.
She lowered her face to Helga's and opened her mouth. Their lips met in a slow sensuous kiss as they slid their tongues back and forth into each other's mouth.
Helga was so excited by the butt plug splitting her rectum and Tina's sensuous kissing that she started to cum again.
"Mmmmmm ... OH TINA ... I'M CUMMING AGAIN ... UH ... !" she moaned into the Oberfuhrer's mouth.
Tina reached her hand across Helga's body and stroked her wet slit, exciting the bound girl even further. She ran her hands from her cunt to her thighs, caressing her flesh lightly, her mouth still glued to Helga's. She let her fingertips play at the base of Helga's breasts, then move lightly over the nipple clamps. She flicked them with her forefinger.
"UNNNNNHHHHHH ... " Helga moaned.
"Oh, you like that don't you?" Tina asked.
"Y ... YESSSS!" Helga gasped.
She DID like it!
Tina's fingers continued to play a symphony of passion on Helga's naked bound body. With her thighs bound tightly open, she was defenseless against Tina's intrusions. Tina slipped her fingers into the girls cunt and started to stroke her there.
"MMMMMMMM ... th ... that f ... feels ... s ... so gooood," Helga moaned.
Tina continued stroking. Without warning she pinched Helga's clitoris hard between her thumb and, forefinger.
Helga jerked in response, and moaned again into Tina's kissing mouth.
A pool of pussy juice was gathering on the floor between Tina's thighs. Her excitement was building with each second.
Helga could hear the sloshing sound of Tina's fingers working in her cunt. Her pussy was sopping wet, and getting even wetter as Tina continued to finger fuck her. She bucked her hips against the hand in her pussy. As she tried to raise her hips, the leather belt holding the thick dildo in her ass pressed it in even further.
She was spasming in pleasure at the dual feeling of fingers in her cunt pressing against the thin skin of her anal passage. She could feel Tina's fingers rubbing against the butt plug in her ass through her pussy walls. Her hips continued to jerk. She wanted more of each.
She was thrashing as much as the tight bondage would allow.
She was screaming in passion into Tina's mouth, her screams muffled by the other woman's kiss.
"UNNNNHHH ... UNNNNNHHH ... UNNNHHH ... !!!"
Tina pulled her mouth from Helga's for just an instant.
"God I love doing this to you," she said with labored breath.
P ... please ... T ... Tina ... " Helga gasped, "g ... give m.. me m ... more ... MORE ... !!!!"
Tina's lips fastened themselves back onto Helga's continuing to French kiss her deeply. Their mouths were as wet as their pussies. They slid their lips all over each others in mindless passion. The feelings were coming nonstop now.
Pushing hard on the dildo in her rectum, Helga exploded in orgasm. Her screams filled Tina's mouth as the Oberfuhrer's fingers worked their magic in her cunt, pulling her labia, pushing into her slit, fingering her clit. Helga didn't think it was possible to feel so much pleasure.
Pussy juice was flowing out of her slit, as Tina worked all four of her finger's into Helga's pussy. She wanted to cry out, but the soft insistent smothering lips on her mouth prevented her from doing anything other than moaning in pleasure.
She felt as if both of her holes were going to be stretched to the limit. She tried to push away, but the instant she did, she drove the butt plug even deeper into her ass, the base starting to disappear into her rectum.
She pushed forward, which in turn drove the fingers deeper into her cunt. She felt Tina's thumb disappear inside her frothing slit along with her fingers.
Tina was starting to fist fuck her now!
She felt incredible friction in her pussy and asshole. She felt the white hot flame of passion like she had never known rush through her naked body, convulsing her in a crashing, violent orgasm.
All she knew was pussy and ass.
Fingers and butt plug.
Pleasure and pain.
Chapter 7
Helga's entire world was her pussy asshole and nipples. It was her stiff nipples especially, burning in pain from the tight clamps, which seemed to add to her pleasure.
She thought that everything centered in her nipples, cunt and rectum. She was being driven over an Everest of orgasm. A mountain of sexual release that she knew would not be reached by mere mortals.
She knew now why Tina wasn't the Oberfuhrer for nothing.
Tina Flannery hadn't conceived such ingenious methods as that being undergone by Helga, of converting the enemies of the Imperial Order, by being stupid. She had used every psychological trick known to the sexual imagination to bring her subjects, and soon her enemies, over to her way of thinking.
Helga continued to buck and thrash in a never ending orgasm under Tina's ministrations.
Her body was perspiring from the exhaustion of sexual release. She was dripping her desire from every fiber and pore of her body. Her naked flesh was pink from the intense rush her heart now delivered. She was being released from sexual anticipation. She was cumming in wave after wave of the most intense erotic pleasure she could ever hope to know.
Tina continued to suck and lick, and deeply tongue the bound girl's mouth.
The butt plug was in Helga deep now.
Very deep.
It traveled the length of her bowels fucking her ass with each violent buck of her hips.
Tina's fist was ramming into the girl's cunt with abandon, drawing out gallons of pussy cream with each punishing stroke. Her knuckles glistened with the pussy dew that Helga secreted.
Tina's free hand started to press on Helga's lower abdomen. It worked just above the spot where her other hand was performing its magic dance deep inside of Helga's cunt.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMM ... UUUNNNNHHH ... !!!"
Helga couldn't contain her moans of pleasure.
The pressure of Tina's hand increased the sensations inside of her pussy.
Magnified them tenfold.
Increased the waves of cum to a bursting flow.
She was helpless to escape.
Her thighs were spread tightly open.
If she pushed away from the hand in her pussy, she shoved the butt plug embedded in her bowels even deeper.
Her body burned with pain.
It shivered in pleasure.
Her entire body would shake spasmodically as the dildo shoved into her rectum and Tina's fist followed in her pussy. She was being butt fucked. She was being cunt fucked without mercy.
She loved it.
"I'm giving you the best punishment a leader could give her follower, right my liebchen?" Tina rasped as her body continued to work over the bound Helga.
"yesssss ... you are!" Helga agreed.
"Kiss me harder!" Tina commanded.
Helga started to press her mouth harder upwards into Tina's face, mashing her lips against the other woman's. Her teeth grated against Tina's in a furious French kiss.
"Yesssss ... !" Tina gasped.
* * * * *
Darlene opened the door as Doris and Mary Lou walked in quickly. They were still paranoid about the Imperial Order and didn't know if they were being followed or not.
"Come on in girls," Betty smiled from across the room.
She was dressed in a pair of cut off shorts and halter top. She wasn't wearing any shoes. Her thighs were damp with perspiration. From the looks of the room, it appeared to Doris and Mary Lou that Betty and Darlene had spent the better part of the day knocking each other around.
Or licking each other's pussies.
They were into rough physical action, no doubt about it.
As Doris looked at the lamp shade hanging by a thread, and the magazines and newspapers strewn over the floor, she turned to Mary Lou.
"Did we, or did we not pick the right girls." she smiled.
Mary Lou sniffed the air. The smell of cunt juice was heavy.
"You two been enjoying yourselves?" she asked.
Darlene and Betty exchanged conspiratorial glances and smiled.
"Look, we've got important plans to make, so can you two cool your passion for banging the shit out of each other for awhile?" Mary Lou asked.
"Where's Samantha?" Doris interjected.
"She called from Mardee's restaurant. Had to work overtime. She'll be here in a little while. Keep your panties on will you?" Darlene was anxious to get back to Betty and was having second thoughts about her involvement in this.
"Why don't you two just go to the police and report the bitch?" she asked.
"Look," Mary Lou's voice took on a darker tone. "The police will probably just let her go. Look at how those assholes have practically taken over the campus with their tactics. Do you think the police are doing anything about it?"
"Yeah, guess you're right," Darlene said.
She sat down on the couch next to Betty.
"If you want anything to eat or drink, check the fridge," Darlene continued. "I've just had my fill of this!" she patted Betty's pussy.
"Mmmmmm ... yeah, want some more baby?" Betty said as she shifted her thighs wantonly.
Samantha arrived and the girls soon got down to work.
Between the work done by all of them, the girls had made a complete inspection of all the known haunts of the Imperial Order. They had also taken turns waiting for Helga outside every known class that she attended.
The girls were frustrated at not catching her up to this point.
"Say, why don't we just take turns watching their headquarters," Betty said. "She's sure to turn up there sooner or later."
"No way sister!" Darlene said. "You see those goons that hang around there. They give me the creeps. I ain't going around there at all!"
"Well," Doris asked, "What do we do if we do-do this and she shows up?"
"Well, we just watch and wait for our chance to grab her," Samantha said. "I'll bring my dad's old van and park it nearby. When she shows, we grab her and bring her here."
"That's not too smart," Doris said.
Samantha looked down.
"Y ... yeah, guess you're right," she said.
"Look," Mary Lou finally took charge. "We are not going to do anything that will come back on us. If we can grab her off the street great. But, why not just wait until she returns to class. We can do the same thing in at school as she did to Doris."
The girls spent the next half hour arguing about a plan of action. They were no further along than they had been all week. In addition, they were no further along in locating the Helga Stern, than when they decided on revenge.
It was nearing midnight when the meeting broke up with the promise that they would talk about it again on Monday.
Doris still wanted to get the blonde girl who had given her such a terrific beating, but the girls had missed a lot of homework assignments while out looking for Helga. They all needed to catch up on their studies.
The Imperial Order would have to wait.
* * * * *
"Come over to me," Tina intoned as Helga knelt silently in the middle of the room.
"Come over and worship the Oberfuhrer and tell her how much you adore, love and worship her," she continued.
Helga started to stand up.
"Not like that!" Tina shouted.
"On your knees."
Helga started knee walking towards the chair in which Tina was sitting.
Halfway across the room, Tina told her to stop.
"I want you to crawl on your belly to me liebchen," she hissed.
Helga lowered her body to the rough stone floor.
"I want you to feel your nipples on the concrete as you crawl to me in total obedience to my will," the Oberfuhrer said.
Helga knelt back down, then spread her body prone along the cement. She reached out with her right arm and started to belly crawl across the floor. Like a swimmer in a slow Australian crawl she inched her way across the rough concrete.
The nipple clamps were still attached to her tits and the pain increased with each slow inch her breasts dragged across the floor.
She would do anything for her Oberfuhrer.
Anything at all.
Slowly she approached the supreme leader of the Imperial Order.
"What have you learned so far?" Tina asked.
There was so much that Helga had experienced in the last how long was it? she wondered day that she didn't know where to begin.
"Has the cat got your tongue Helga? Verstandlich?" Tina lapsed into German again.
Still no answer.
"Well, if you can't speak then I'll have to find some other use for that mouth of yours," Tina intoned as she stuck her right foot out in front of Helga's face.
"Give my foot a good tongue bath Helga. And be quick about it!" she shouted.
Helga instantly leaned forward to kiss Tina's bare foot. From her kneeling position in front of the Oberfuhrer, Helga could see in a straight line right up Tina's gorgeous thighs. She could see the dampness on her leader's pussy hairs. She knew the Oberfuhrer was sexually excited.
Her lips touched the Imperial Order leader's instep.
"That's it, worship my feet," Tina commanded. "Take each of my toes into your mouth and suck them. Then clean my feet by putting your tongue between each of my toes. Then give my toes a good foot massage with your lips and tongue."
Helga started to comply, taking Tina's toes one by one into her lips. She sucked on the little nubs of flesh lovingly and slowly, savoring their unique taste. This was a whole new experience for the girl, and she found that she loved the abject humiliation that Tina was now putting her through.
It's for the good of the order. The new order, Helga thought to herself as she started kissing and licking Tina's left foot. Then back to the right foot again. She mouthed the toes being shoved into her face, loving the feet of her leader.
Helga had fallen for the new order in grand fashion, and Tina was enjoying the erotic display of her raw power as she looked at the kneeling girl in front of her.
Taking one foot, she caressed the kneeling girl's shoulders with it while Helga continued to work over the other foot. She switched feet back and forth until she was thoroughly satisfied.
After she had performed her foot worship to Tina's satisfaction, Helga rigidly in front of her leader, her arms at her sides, her head bowed, her eyes downcast.
She dared not move.
Or say anything.
"I want you to thank me for allowing you the pleasure of worshiping my feet," Tina commanded.
"T.. thank you Tina," Helga tentatively replied. "Thank you for letting me lick and suck your toes. Thank you for letting me wash your feet with my mouth and tongue," Helga replied.
"Did you like doing this for me?"
"Y ... yes I did ... "Helga hesitantly replied.
"Did? Did what?" Tina asked.
"Yes, I did enjoy doing this for you mein Oberfuhrer."
"Good. But I think you need to put a little more enthusiasm into you're answer, don't you?"
"YAVOHL MEIN OBERFUHRER!!" Helga shouted, her body now rigid, her eyes locked straight ahead.
"Yes?"
"THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME WORSHIP YOUR GLORIOUS FEET MEIN OBERFUHRER!!"
"Good. That's much better Helga," Tina soothed.
"You have performed well my soldier," she continued. "You have one more punishment to undergo. After that, I will release you from my custody here. Are you prepared to accept further punishment?"
"Yes. I am prepared to accept further punishment," Helga said softly.
The girl was thoroughly drained by the events that took place since she was brought to the stockade. Every part of her body screamed for rest. She was thoroughly sated with the lust of her Oberfuhrer.
She did not think she could endure any more. Her willingness to be punished for her mistake was sincere, she thought to herself as she knelt in submission to the new order. She felt bad about what she had done to the girl at school. But, she felt even worse about what was being done to her now.
Silently she waited.
Tina sat and watched Helga. Their eyes met and spoke volumes to each other. Neither said a word. The lust for her Oberfuhrer was overpowering now.
Tina's lust, in turn, for this pretty blonde girl, was just as powerful.
She spread her thighs, running her fingers along the soft inside of her flesh as she continued to look at the kneeling girl.
"Come here," she softly said.
Helga moved on her knees until she was inches from Tina's knees.
Tina opened her thighs wider.
"Come between my legs," she said softly. Helga moved forward until she felt the soft flesh of her Oberfuhrer touch her arms.
"Put your arms on my legs," Tina commanded.
Helga raised her arms and felt the girl's thighs press even tighter against the sides of her body, just under the swell of her breasts.
The touch started her pussy tingling again. "Kiss my pussy," Tina's voice was hypnotizing in its soft, yet commanding tone.
Helga leaned forward and placed her face on the other girl's pussy.
It was wet.
"Arms behind you back," Tina said.
Obediently, Helga took her arms from Tina's legs and placed them behind her back. She could feel Tina leaning over her and suddenly the cool metal of handcuffs encased each of her wrists.
Click ... click ...
Her wrists were tightly cuffed. She couldn't move them.
She waited.
"Now, I will punish you as you eat me to another orgasm, Helga. If you do well this time, we will be finished here."
Helga's tongue shot out into the dripping cunt at her face. She started to lick Tina's pussy already unloading a stream of pussy juice into her waiting mouth.
"I want you to remember this position very well," Tina said.
Helga was working her face rapidly in Tina's slit and could barely hear her.
"This was taught to me by my grandmother. She used this on many of her prisoners at Dachau. She loved to get head from a bound, kneeling woman. After having them eat her for as long as she wished, she usually had them taken out and shot. There were so many to choose from," Tina continued.
"But not until she had thoroughly enjoyed seeing them suffer even more!"
WHACK ... !
WHACK ... !
The lashes of a cat fell across Helga's bent back with the force of a thunderclap.
SLASH ...
CRAAAACK ... !
THWAAACK ... !
Tina started to whip the kneeling girl's back as she ate her pussy.
"Gllllmpf ... !" Helga groaned as the lashes fell. Her moans were muffled by Tina's cunt.
She continued to lick and suck her Oberfuhrer as her back was repeatedly whipped.
"Yessss ... " Tina gasped as her orgasm hit her again.
Her hand kept swinging the cat viciously as she whipped Helga's back. She watched the thick red welts rise on the kneeling girl's pale skin. She loved the way Helga's head bobbed with each stroke.
The strokes of the whip seemed to spur her on to even greater effort as the girl continued to lick and tongue her cunt. She was going over the top again.
Her arm swung out and landed a blow that covered Helga's body from her ass to her neck. The tips of the cat curled between Helga's ass cheeks landing on the base of her pussy.
"Argggghhh ... "Helga groaned.
WHACK ... !
SMACK ... !
CRAAACK ... !
Tina leaned forward after ten lashes and pulled her long nails roughly across Helga's back. A trail of scratch marks welled up, as the kneeling girl shuddered in pain.
Tina then placed precise lashes across the scratches she had just inflicted.
She reached between her legs and grabbed Helga's hair, pulling her face up to look into her eyes.
"Are you enjoying my pussy?" she asked.
Tina was pulling her hair so hard that Helga couldn't answer. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt her head being yanked backwards.
"I said ... "
yank ...
"ARE ... "
yank ...
"YOU ... "
yank ...
"ENJOYING ...
yank ...
"MY ... "
yank ...
"PUSSY ... !"
yank ...
Tina continued to whip Helga until she had cum another four times.
* * * * *
POW ... !
A fist jabbed out and landed a haymaker right on the girl's chin.
SMACK ... !
The girl fought back with a left jab, catching the other girl on the ear.
"OWWWWWW ... !"
POW ...
"YOU CUNT ... !" The girl reached out ward off the left coming around again.
She grabbed the girl by her miniskirt and yanked it, tearing the material as she fought to maintain her balance.
SMACK ... !
SMACK ... !
She snuck in two quick punches to the girl's stomach, taking the wind out of her. The girl fell to the floor.
"NOW, HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?" she screamed.
The guards were at it again. They had been on the dildo chair for the whole length of time specified by the Oberfuhrer. Each had cum over fifty times, and they were exhausted from the punishment. But not too exhausted to try and fix blame and to take it out on each other.
"FUCK YOU CUNT ... !" The other guard screamed as she gouged for her eyes.
Her fingernails narrowly missed gouging the other woman's eyes as she dodged at the last minute. Her eyes went wild with fury.
Her knee came up to catch the girl by surprise, landing a vicious blow to her stomach.
The girl doubled over in pain.
The knee came up again, this time in her face as she caught her full on the mouth, crushing her lips against her teeth.
Blood spurted from the girl's mouth as she fell to the floor.
"Get me in trouble will you?" she spat as she turned to walk out of the room.
"CUNT!!" the other girl screamed at the departing guard as she tried to pull herself to her feet.
She collapsed back down to the floor.
Chapter 8
They waited outside the headquarters of the Imperial Order in the van.
Doris had developed a complication from the severe beating and had spent a week in the hospital. It was not known whether her liver would ever function normally again. Helga had bruised it severely when she was kicking the girl.
The only thing that Mary Lou and the rest of the girls knew was that the blonde bitch had to pay.
No one should be allowed to do what she did to Doris and get away with it.
The girls were no longer scared of the Order or what they might do to them if they caught them. Their only thoughts were thoughts of revenge. They would make the blonde cunt pay.
They would make anyone else who got in their way pay also.
They no longer cared about anything but revenge.
It was midnight when the Oberfuhrer's van approached the dimly lit headquarters. Several people were still hanging around after the night rally and they snapped to attention as Tina Flannery stepped out of the van, marched smartly into the building.
One of the guards hopped into the van and started the engine. She turned over her shoulder to look into the back of the van, then stopped the engine.
She got out and opened the cargo door.
Several seconds later, she assisted a weak kneed Helga Stern into the building.
"That's her!" Doris said, peering into the binoculars, handing them to Mary Lou.
"Are you sure?"
"I would never forget her face," Doris said, turning to Mary Lou.
"Okay, when do we take her?" she said, turning to the other girls for their thoughts.
"Right now!" Betty said.
"Hey! Maybe we'd better case this joint a little more," Darlene offered.
"I say we just go in there and beat the shit out of all of them," Samantha wanted to get on with it right away.
"Right now!" she pounded her fist into her palm for emphasis.
"Now don't be too impatient. We don't want all those assholes coming down on us. Just the blonde cunt," Mary Lou said.
They wondered where Helga and the Oberfuhrer had come from. They reasoned that they were probably out of town on a recruiting trip and had just returned. They really didn't care, but they couldn't help but see that Helga looked a little woozy as she walked into the building.
"Must have been screaming for Flannery again," Doris said. "They always bury shills in their crowds to pretend that there is support for the Oberfuhrer."
"Yeah, she must not have slept for several days from the way she looked," Betty added.
"Okay, let's go case the joint." came another voice.
"Be careful!" Mary Lou warned.
The girls slipped out of their van and went off in different directions. They wanted to get close enough to observe what was going on. Due to the late hour, they knew they would have difficulty. The streets were deserted. They could easily be spotted if they descended on the building in a group.
Luckily for them, the guards that had come out to greet Tina, had moved the van and were now back in the building.
Samantha went around behind the building, Betty and Darlene approached the sides. Mary Lou and Doris stole up on the front, hiding behind parked cars as they took their time to ensure they wouldn't be spotted.
As Doris and Mary Lou got closer to the dimly lit building they could see a group sitting around a table. It looked like Tina, Helga and two others having a lively discussion.
The girls had agreed that they would take no more than ten minutes each to get a handle on the situation. Then they would meet back at the van.
Samantha was climbing over the rickety chain link fence that enclosed the rear of the property. She slipped on a trash can lid that someone had thrown against the fence. Her heart stopped as the crash echoed in her ears.
Inside the building, Helga turned to Tina.
"Did you hear something Mein Oberfuhrer?"
Tina looked up for a minute, angry at the interruption. She was planning the rally and was down to some critical issues.
"I think that our little session at the stockade has left bells in your batfry," she said. Tina had been so immersed in her planning, she didn't hear anything.
Helga, not wishing to incur any more wrath of her leader, didn't press the issue.
Samantha stood stock still.
She was sure that someone inside the building heard her. The noise was deafening to her as she quickly ran to the safety of the dumpster and crouched. Her eyes were on the back door. She waited for someone to appear. After several minutes past, she felt safe enough to continue her surveillance.
Walking silently up to the rear entrance, she peeked inside the barred glass window. She counted four girls. Helga, Tina and two guards.
This should be easy, she thought as she ran back to the fence.
At the sides of the building, Betty and Darlene were each looking for a vantage point. They peered at each other and gave a shrug. Neither could find a window.
Betty motioned with her finger skyward.
Darlene caught her drift and both girls started to shinny up the drainpipes that lined the sides. They were to the top in five minutes.
On the roof they approached the skylight slowly, taking very careful steps. They didn't want to be heard by those below.
In front of the building, Mary Lou and Doris got the best view.
The Imperial Order was so cocksure of itself that they had plate glass windows giving all who cared to look inside, a view of their meeting hall. At the far end of the hall, their swastika banner hung the full length from ceiling to floor. Its blood red color sent chills through Doris.
"They are really something," she whispered to Mary Lou. "I count only four. How about you?" she asked.
"That's all I can see. Let's hope the other girls got a good look from the other sides. We don't want to be surprised by anyone lingering in a back room."
Ten minutes later the girls were back in the van.
"We can crash through the skylight. It looks like a short drop to their stage. Probably no more than eight feet," Darlene said.
Betty agreed. They would take the roof and enter through the skylight.
Samantha thought the grilled window on the rear of the building might pose a problem.
"Did you try the doorknob?" Mary Lou asked.
"Well, when we go in, try it. If you can't get in, just hang loose there in case one of those cunts tries to escape out the back, okay?"
"Okay."
"For god's sake though, Samantha," she continued. "If it looks like things are not going our way, come back around the front and help out.
Understand?"
"No problem," Samantha replied.
Doris and I will take the front. I can't wait to get a look at that bitch's face when we enter. In fact I can't wait to see the look on all their faces!" Mary Lou was getting excited now.
The moment they had been waiting for ever since Doris's beating was fast approaching. Her pussy tingled at the thought of flesh upon flesh. She was ready for some action. She wanted to inflict pain. She was going to make them pay for what they did to her friend and lover.
* * * * *
CRAAAASH ...
The skylight exploded in a shroud of shattered glass as Betty and Darlene came leaping down onto the stage.
The girls sitting around the table were shocked into silence.
"W ... what ...
CRAAAACK ...
Mary Lou and Doris crashed through the front door.
Samantha was watching through the back window and saw that they had the advantage of surprise. The looks on the faces of the girls around the table told her that they had been completely surprised.
Mary Lou was first to reach Tina, already coming off her chair, her lips set in a determined line.
"How dare you ... " she started to say as Mary Lou's fist caught her flush in the face.
She fell backwards over the table, upending it. Papers and cups went flying in all directions.
Mary Lou was on top of Tina in an instant, pummeling her face as hard as she could.
Tina reached her arms and hands up to ward off the blows.
Who is this her confused mind wondered as another blow caught her on the nose.
She screamed in pain as the bone shattered.
Mary Lou grabbed the Oberfuhrer's hair and started banging her head on the floor.
THUD ... THUD ... THUD.. the dull sound of Tina's skull crashing hard against the floor was lost in the shouts of the other girls as they started in on each other.
Betty and Darlene made a bee line for the two guards as they hopped down from the stage. Each grabbed the closest girl to her and started swinging.
Betty landed the first punch but the guard was quick. She quickly brought her doubled fist into Betty's stomach, almost knocking the wind out of her.
Betty's intense training and conditioning saved her. She had tightened her stomach muscles at the last instant. The blow did not knock her completely defenseless. She brought her knee up and grabbed for the girl's head.
Face mashed into knee with a sickening sound. Blood spattered over Betty's knee as the guards nose landed in the middle of her kneecap, shattering the thin membrane flat against her face.
"OWWWWWWW ... " a scream of agony filled the room as the guard's hands went to her face.
She screamed even louder when her fingers touched her nose. "ARGGGGHHHH ... Y ... YOU ... B ... BROKE ... MY ... N ... NOSE ...
Betty's face was set in a grimace at the sight of the pain she had just inflicted on the girl.
Her fist came up and landed another blow right on top of the girl's broken nose.
Betty thought she heard the cry of the damned as the guard toppled over in a heap.
She was finished.
Betty now turned to Mary Lou and saw her straddling the Obferfuhrer, mashing her head into the floor. Tina's eyes were rolling around senselessly in her head from the terrific bashing she was receiving.
She tried to raise her knee several times, giving weak kicks towards Mary Lou's groin. She touched nothing but air.
As she struggled to gain control under the adrenalin pumped Mary Lou, Tina reached her arm to grab something ... anything ... to strike back with. Her right hand found her riding crop and she closed her fingers around it.
SLAAASH ...
She swung the crop with the last ounce of energy she had left in her and brought the crop across Mary Lou's face opening a thin gash down the length of her cheek.
SLASH ... SLASH ... CRAAAACK ...
She swung the crop three more times, inflicting three sharp welts across Mary Lou's upper arms and shoulders.
The blows fell increasingly weak as Mary Lou renewed her thumping of Tina's skull against the floor.
The riding crop fell away.
Betty turned to Doris.
Doris was backing Helga towards the wall, a menacing look on her face.
On the other side of the room, Darlene was in a tight clinch with the other guard. Her fingernails were scratching an ugly path down the girl's face.
"So cunt! You want to play rough, do you?" Doris said as Helga kept walking backwards.
Helga was still weak from her ordeal at the stockade and knew that she wouldn't be able to resist the advancing girl. From the looks of the action going on around her, she would be alone pretty soon and at the mercy of this girl.
The wheel had turned full circle.
All thoughts of her allegiance to the Oberfuhrer quickly vanished. She no longer saw herself as the all powerful matron of the Stockade, inflicting torments on hapless prisoners. She had been through enough at Tina's hands.
But Tina's hands were hands of instruction. Hands to make her obey her Imperial Order's leader without question. Hands of discipline and correction. The girl advancing on her was going to hurt her and hurt her bad. She was convinced that nothing she could do would help her.
The powerful beating she had inflicted on Doris was only because she had the advantage of surprise. She didn't have that now.
She cowered as the girl's eyes narrowed the closer she got.
"P ... please ... don't hurt m.. me ... " she stammered.
"You should have thought about that when you got me," Doris sneered.
"Please ... I ... I'll ... d ... do anything ... anything at all. Please ... d ... don't ... hurt me," Helga was wailing now.
CRAAAACK ...
Doris's hand came down in a vicious judo chop, knocking Helga out. She slid down the wall in a heap.
Darlene was kicking the last guard with violent swings of her muscular legs. Her legs had lead her to glory and honor on the Lacrosse field, and now they were giving her the honor of paying back these neo Nazi cunts. These swastika bitches who thought they were so all powerful.
CRAAAAACK ... Darlene felt a rib cave in as her foot landed another blow on the downed girl's chest.
The moans of agony of thoroughly beaten women filled the room.
The girl raised her head in one last desperate attempt to ward off the punishing kicks.
Her hands found Darlene's ankle and twisted hard, spilling the girl on a heap on top of her.
WHOOOOOOSH ... Her stomach expelled air as Darlene crashed hard on top of her broken ribs.
The guard made one last attempt to strike back, biting Darlene's leg as she fell on top of her.
Her teeth slackened as soon as the air expelled from her lungs.
Darlene was left with only light pink marks where the girl had tried to bite into her flesh.
She rolled off the beaten girl and stepped back. Taking careful aim, she brought her leg back and let it go with one last powerful kick. The point of her foot landed on the side of the downed girl's head, knocking her completely unconscious.
From her vantage point out back, Samantha was watching the scene, glad she didn't have to expose her pretty face and body to the melee. She was excited by the vicious fighting going on inside. Her pussy was drenched from watching the blows landed on the Imperial Order's guards.
Inside, Mary Lou stood up and looked over at Doris.
"Get her outside!" she motioned with her head to Helga's limp form.
"Let's go girls, we got what we came for!" she shouted to Betty and Darlene.
Outside, Samantha could see the girls dragging the unconscious Helga out the front door. It was her signal to join them at the van.
They were inside the van in under a minute, dragging Helga's legs through the cargo door. Samantha slammed it with a bang and leapt into the passenger seat. The van lurched into gear and they were screeching away from the curb.
Mission accomplished.
* * * *
SLAAAAP ...
"SO ... YOU WANT TO PLAY ROUGH, DO YOU?" Mary Lou's face was tightened in anger as she brought the paddle down hard on Helga's ass.
The girls had brought the hapless coed back to Betty's house and started to administer her pay back.
They had stripped her naked and laid her on top of the coffee table in the living room. She was going to be their centerpiece.
Their centerpiece of pain and suffering.
Mary Lou and Doris had tied her body into a severe hogtie. She couldn't move a muscle.
The girls had come up with an ingenious gag. They didn't want a sound to come out of Helga's mouth as they proceeded to punish her for beating Doris. The girl was going to scream loudly they knew. They didn't want to hear it.
Each of the girls had taken their time masturbating in front of the bound Helga. They left their panties on as they fondled their pussies and five pairs of soaked panties now filled Helga's mouth. She was stuffed with the mingling pussy juice of five beautiful girls.
Her cheeks bulged with the tight packing and she tried to spit them out. Mary Lou had placed two wide strips of duct tape over Helga's mouth. Around this she wound a thick elastic bandage. Finally, a leather discipline helmet was pulled tightly over Helga's head and laced up.
She was muted.
Her moans of pain could not be heard.
As Mary Lou spanked her exposed buttocks hard, Helga's muffled cries were choked off by the panties in her mouth. She could only take deep breaths of leather, pussy juice and her own saliva.
CRAAAAACK ...
CRAAAAACK ...
Two hard whip strokes cut lines across the bound girl's ass. The flesh trembled then jerked as the thin whip cut into it. The girls knew that Helga was suffering.
Darlene and Betty sat next to each other on the couch, their hands in each other's pussy. The scene in front of them was turning them on. They turned their heads to kiss each other, keeping an eye on the rapidly reddening buttocks of Helga Stern as Mary Lou continued to apply the strokes of the whip.
"Let me!" Doris said, taking the whip from Mary Lou's hand.
"Be my guest!" she said, handing the crop over.
"You fucking cunt!" Doris screamed as she brought the crop down hard between the bound girl's shoulder blades.
The hog tie prevented any escape from the burning blows. Helga's back was soon covered with red welts, her flesh on fire from the whipping administered by Doris.
She leaned over and placed her ear near the mouth of the discipline helmet.
"Tell me you like this?" she asked the bound girl.
Helga heard the question but couldn't answer. She swallowed again.
Whose pussy juice was that? her confused mind asked as she swallowed one of the girl's cunt creams.
SPANK ... !
CRAAAACK ... !
TWAAAACK ... !
The whip continued to cut into her naked flesh as the girls now started taking turns whipping the bound and gagged girl.
A beating was too good for this cunt they had agreed. They didn't want any repercussions from the Imperial Order or the authorities. They all knew the pull that Tina Flannery had in Seattle. They didn't want to take any chances, especially after the beating they had administered to her and the guards earlier.
They would just inflict a long, slow, very painful lesson on Helga. A lesson that she would not soon forget. A lesson that would be remembered long after they had finished with her.
No one would mess around with Doris again. They would think twice about getting their own revenge after they returned Helga to the Imperial Office headquarters.
After they had administered their own brand of discipline, they would dump her unceremoniously on the doorstep, pushing her out the van door. It would be a fitting triumph to real law and order.
It was Samantha's turn now.
She walked around the coffee table and looked down at the bruised and marked flesh under her. She noticed a wet spot on the table between Helga's legs.
Dipping her fingers into the girl's exposed cunt she brought them up to her face and sniffed. Helga was cumming from her ordeal!
"Your pussy is soooo wet," Samantha said to the unhearing girl. "Perhaps this will dry you out," she said as she brought the whip handle back in an arc.
THWAAAAAAACK ... !!!
The crop swung down hard between the bound girl's thighs, landing directly on her pussy lips. An ugly redness quickly rushed to the tormented cunt and Helga's body jerked against her bonds.
TWAAAAAAAACK ... !!!
THWAAAAAAACK ... !!!
THWAAAAAAACK ... !!!
Three more quick blows fell on the puffed pussy as Samantha swished the crop with all of her strength.
She reached back down between Helga's legs. "Still wet!" she exclaimed. Underneath the discipline hood, Helga could barely breathe, but her survival instincts were functioning at top speed.
She was swallowing cunt cream.
She was being whipped.
She was in a terribly tight hogtie.
She was being brutally and harshly punished by five beautiful girls.
Her body jerked in orgasm, her cunt letting loose another puddle of pussy juice on the wooden coffee table.
