One of the most revealing works by a new author about flagellation to appear in recent years, "Bride Of The Lash" by Henry Whitaker is considered a classic of its type.
Some of the startling and shocking true-life episodes which are observed during analysis about this same subject have a close similarity to the problems contained in our stories. Doctor Richard Hussberg, the famous psychoanalyst, gives us the following statements from his actual case history file:
"The patient (female) came to me suffering from a severe neurosis. During analytical sessions, she related the following significant sessions with her teacher.
"She told me, '... Mr. Burns asked me to his home that evening to help me with my French verbs so necessary for college entrance exams. When I got there, the door was slightly open but Mr. Burns was nowhere to be seen. I opened the door and looked into the dimly-lit living room. I called out to him and hear only a muffled reply. "I'm down here, he called. "Come on down!'" 'I thought it odd that he was in the cellar but went down thinking I could be of help to him. At the bottom of the stairs, I stopped dead. There he was completely naked except for a wide black belt and a pair of boots. He grabbed me and made me get undressed, even my panties and bra were removed. Then, he pushed me on a couch and tied my hands and ankles so that I couldn't move. He went to a special container in the corner of the cellar and pulled out a whip which he kept flexing, measuring my bare ass with it.
'He started to beat me until the tears flowed down my cheeks, my cries going unheeded in the empty house. When he had finished, he untied me, turned me over and pushed his penis in my lips. He was breathing hard and was hot and excited. "Go on, suck it," he screamed at me and I sucked his big thing until he came in my mouth and I had to swallow his sperm.
'He threatened to kill me if I ever told on him and he forced me to come to his house often while he beat me and then had me suck him off.'
Knowledge of this sort should make the reader aware of how much opportunity can lead to an undesirable and even neurotic sexual experience. The healthy self-control which comes from education is the individual's best safe-guard.
A. L. Saunders, M.A. New York City March, 1970
PART ONE
CHAPTER 1
They brought in the girl from the hobo camp.
Johnny had been told about her by one of his hired spies-of her beauty, of her fabulous figure, of her independence, of her breeding. It sounded too good to be true. He had captured many girls from the hobo camp in the last couple of years, some very voluptuous, but this one sounded, like something out of the ordinary at least. So she was quietly snatched, as many had been snatched before, to feed his lustful and sadistic pleasures.
He saw before him, between the two sturdy half-black girls who formed her escort, a tall girl. Certainly she was a beauty, he conceded that at once, with her long blonde hair and well-shaped, smooth face with the level brown eyes, firm full mouth and high cheek-bones. Exquisite skin, too, he thought. The captive was fully dressed (for the moment) in tattered thin slacks which exhibited a generous curve of hip and, obviously, had long, shapely legs. The thin cotton shirt did not conceal wide shoulders or the fact that she had full, huge titties. Johnny regarded her tits with pleased anticipation.
She spoke. "Why have I been brought here and treated like this?" she asked. Rather pale, nevertheless the voice exhibited self-control, it was also rich and well-modulated, the voice of breeding and education.
Johnny smiled. "You've been brought here for my pleasure," he said quite gently. "I have lots of fun with beautiful girls at times. They stay ahile and then they can go on to where they're going."
Her knockers heaved. "What sort of fun?" she snapped.
Fucking, you know and a little entertainment, such as whipping you. Don't be afraid, my dear, it hurts at the time but it's soon over and no harm is done. And one is well looked after all the time. I regard this fun with the girls as a sort of tax for having the hobos' camp on my land, as it seriously reduces the value of that area."
"What is your name, my dear?" he went on. "And how old are you?"
"Gloria Manning," she answered, perhaps not as arrogantly as before. The idea of being beaten evidently did not appeal at all. "I'm just twenty-one and I was at high school until recently."
Johnny nodded to the two black girls. One took a firm hold upon the girl's bound hands; the other, Lucille, began to unbutton her shirt. They were beginning to strip her. Gloria spoke, her tits quivering and shaking.
"What are they going to do?"
Johnny replied: "Undress you for the doctor's examination."
The tightly held beauty crimsoned, then said in a low voice: "Please, if that's so, I'd ... rather undress myself."
As there were four others present besides himself-the two black escorts, the lady doctor, Corelli, and nurse Erikson, and three of the four were experts in handling stubborn people, Johnny saw no reason why she should not be allowed to undress herself. He gave the order and the other black girl, Judy, unbound her wrists.
For a moment the alternately blushing and paling beauty hesitated, her hands fluttering despairingly, then she turned her back to him and bent down to remove her shoes and socks before standing upright to complete the unbuttoning of her shirt, to draw it from the waistband of her slacks and drop it to the floor. Johnny murmured in admiration as she stood still for a moment. Wide shouldered and small-waisted, her back, flat and firm, with that ridging down the spine that indicated stronger than usual muscles for a girl, presented a flawless triangle of smooth, fair, tanned skin.
Now her hands went to the waistband of her tattered slacks, fumbled there and began to push them over her hips; quite suddenly they dropped down and she stepped out of them. Johnny raised his eyes at the beauty of the firm ass and long thighs revealed. She was now completely naked, wearing no underclothes.
"Turn around, Miss, and stand straight up, hands behind you," ordered Lucille. This Gloria did without hesitation, though with a red spot flaming on each cheek. Johnny gazed entranced. Certainly the naked beauty with her lush cunt had no reason to blush, unless it were with pride. At this moment Lucille and Judy seized their opportunity to slip a pair of handcuffs onto her wrists.
From the front her long, lithe legs swelled out into really lovely long full thighs, of immense richness and promise, up to rounded hips and then a small waist. Her navel and tummy were flat and firm. Her boobies were beauties. High, full and firm, with delicious pink nipples jutting arrogantly up and out-the tits of a big, strong girl.
He looked down; the pussy at the bottom of her navel was quite pronounced, covered by a thick and somewhat darker belly hair than her blond locks. It looked well worth fucking.
But at the moment Johnny drowned his screw desires to the interest of her fitness and doctor Morelli, dark, smart in her white coat and professionally keen, began her routine of seeing if the captive was capable of enduring the ordeals ahead of her. Gloria was quite submissive while heart, lungs and blood-pressure were checked. Later they placed her on a table and applied various instruments to and in her body; the examination was quite thorough.
Doctor Morelli gave her opinion in the end. "Strong as a mountain lion and good for anything, my dear Johnny," she smiled. "You'll have fine fun and games with her if you're a little careful."
Gloria quivered as she heard this. It sounded as if she were in for quite a time!
Later, she was chained in a small cell by her wrists which were above her head, shackled to the ceiling. She was left alone for a long while, frightened and hungry and a little sore in her twat where she had been probed. Johnny came in to her eventually. Quite methodically he proceeded to give the helpless naked girl a thorough and intimate examination, feeling the satiny smoothness of her soft and flawless skin and the rippling muscle beneath it. This was a splendid physical specimen! Her ass took all his attention for quite a while. Gloria was not wide hipped, nor was she very slender there, but her ass was ripe, the cheeks were full and round, soft but not flabby and very spring; the cleft between her ass cheeks was narrow and deep-it was a "light" backside.
Her titties were worthy of his caress and examination. They were large and very full and unusally erect-he squeezed and flipped them and watched the beauties dance and jiggle; the pink tips danced like winking eyes. As he played with these lovelies, they gradually began to swell and harden. Laughing, Johhny tickled and stroked the perky nipples until they jutted into his palms like coral tips; their helpless owner gasped with shame and misery as the warm passions of her gorgeous body betrayed her.
As he ran his hands down her belly his probing fingers noted the strength and resilience of her torso; beautiful stuff, he thought, as he at last reached the forest of her cunt. Gloria pressed her thighs together, but jerked them open as he violently slapped her ass-at once his other hand was under her and burrowing between the full lips of her twat, seeking her inner cleft, finding it and driving deeper into her body as she sobbed in helpless fury and dismay. When at last he discovered her cherry intact, he chuckled with anticipatory relish. A virgin for his prick to fuck and shoot his sperm into.
His examination over, he stood back and smiled at the squirming, mortified girl, then gently took her in his arms and kissed her, again and again. Slowly, she subsided until she stood in his arms, trembling and crying a little.
"It's quite inevitable, the loss of your cherry," he smiled and said gently: "In a little while I'll fuck you and I hope you will like it a little." He kissed her again and walked out, leaving her still naked and shackled, to the ceiling.
* * *
After a long time, he returned. Gloria was stiff, her arms ached and she was hungry. It was evening and she had not eaten that day. Johnny had come for her!
She spoke haltingly. "If I resist I'll be raped, I suppose?"
Johnny nodded silently, then spoke. "Yes, Gloria."
She stood for a few minutes before speaking again. "Perhaps I'm a coward, perhaps I don't want to be taken as a prisoner, but if I give my word not to run away or resist, will you let me be free to go to bed with you? I think you would find it more pleasant, too!"
Johnny regarded her with admiration. This beautiful girl had already begun to make an impression on him!
"Yes indeed, and thank you, Gloria," he replied gently.
Quickly he unshackled her wrists and with a gasp her arms fell limply to her sides, then ruefully she began to rub her stiffened biceps. She followed Johnny as he led the way out of the cell, falling in beside him as he took her away from the prison like conditions she had known and into luxuriously furnished living quarter. A smart black maid answered his summons and to her he gave the order. "Give Gloria something to eat and prepare her for bed."
An hour or two later a drowsy Gloria, feeling not so unhappy as she would have imagined only a little while earlier, lay naked in a great bed in a lovely bedroom, when Johnny quietly entered and passed into the dressing room. A moment later, another figure entered and followed him in. This one made the lovely girl gasp.
It was a woman, a young, full-blooded negress and very tall, almost as naked as herself, except that she wore white, high heeled boots, white gloves, a white, fitted corselet belt of leather and a white cape. Extremely voluptuous, with a splendid wobbling ass, this apparition was seemingly a servant of some sort. A little later she came out and left the bedroom. Gloria saw a superbly ripe and large pair of tits jutting out ferociously and dropping only very slightly as she passed the bed.
Johnny came out a few moments later in a rich dressing-gown, but when he was beside her, he dropped it off, to reveal himself as naked as she was. He was a handsome man, of excellent physique and very virile-looking. In bed as she was, Gloria was treated to a close view of his sex equipment. His prick was already erect. It was thick, long and possessed a fine cock-head; below dangled a lusty pair of balls, the whole emerging from a thicket of black hair. Yes, Gloria would be well-fucked by an arm of cock.
He switched out the main lights and quickly climbed into bed alongside the quivering girl and took her in his arms. Gloria gave herself up to the inevitable. Something hot and hard was worked into her moist cunt and then further in. His hands searched and caressed her but always returned to her splendid titties, squeezing, cupping, tickling her nipples, while all the time he drove his huge dong deeper into her heaving belly.
Gloria began to feel a pain grow between her legs, it grew as his heavy prick-head and solid cock, now swollen to full erection, battered again and again against her cherry. Her twat felt that it was being bruised by that swelling intruder, but she was too busy responding to his advances to worry. Her lips were glued to his, her arms returned his eager caresses, her long thighs clasped him to her in a passionate response.
Suddenly the pain grew tremendous as she cried aloud, but almost as suddenly as it was over and she felt that great pecker ramming deeper into her fuck-hole. It lunges was rapid now and she felt a surge of emotion come over her that could not be denied as his love juice surged into her womb to the tune of a roar of triumph from his lips, Gloria's coinciding orgasm mingled with his to engulf her pussy in a creamy, sticky mass of wetness.
They lay for quite a while, their naked bodies as one, until Johnny hauled himself off her and vanished into the bathroom. A moment later, the naked black girl entered and passed through the bedroom to him. For a few minutes there was no sound but that of water splashing, then he cried, "Gloria, come in here!" The naked, sticky girl took her hands off her still throbbing, sperm-flooded cunt and obeyed. She saw Johnny standing naked and the black girl towelling hick cock and balls as he had just showered.
Susan will attend to you, Gloria," he said, laughing. Quickly the maid took the girl under the shower and washed her down, then laid her on a heated rubbing table and opened her thighs. Quite unemotionally and very deftly, she washed out Gloria's gash and fitted her with a contraceptive device. Johnny seemed to have it all buttoned up and was taking no chances!
Back into bed they were soon fucking again, Johnny ramming full speed while Gloria writhed in ecstatic response. Then again the attentions of the black Susan refreshed them.
Susan, stark naked, washed the sperm from their screw-organs all night.
* * *
The next day, Gloria was fitted with a pair of black, fitted, patent leather boots which came to the middle of her calves and similar black leather gloves over her hands and forearms. The height of the heels was a surprise, they were at least six inches. Johnny amused himself by making her walk up and down before him-he enjoyed the way in which her voluptuous ass was pushed out more prominently by wearing them. When he was satisfied, Gloria's gloved wrists were chained behind her back.
"Come with me now, Gloria," he commanded when this was done.
Johnny led Gloria back into the prison-like area in which she had first been stripped and at last they passed through two doors, the outer one a vivid scarlet. "Sound-proofing," he murmured. They entered a big rectangular room, about twenty-five feet or more wide and perhaps nearly three times as long. At each end was an alcove some ten feet wide and five or six feet deep. Gloria gazed about her with interest at the various strange items which were in an otherwise bare room. There was a stout post from floor to ceiling, strangely shaped benches and frames at intervals and chains with manacles hanging from the ceiling. Gloria's heart missed a beat at the sight of these; only then did she notice that the post and benches were similarly equipped. She then saw that the chains and manacles were fitted into the walls in places, while some of them were items of equipment that were strange to her.
Johnny enlightened her. "This is my whipping room where I have so much fun with beautiful girls," he laughed. He squeezed her tit. "Expecially beautiful girls like you."
"Come here," he added, leading her into one of the alcoves.
Gloria gasped in horror. Hung on the walls were every conceivable variety of whip, cane, rod, crop, paddle, strap, cat o' nine tails etc., and of various weights and sizes. Johnny pointed out a tank with liquid.
"Birch rods pickling in brine," he explained. "Makes the whipping end of the twigs heavier so they sting more." He pointed to jars of haor nettles. "For stinging bare flesh before whipping," he said. "So that it is more sensitive." Again he pointed. "Cactus leaves and spikes for sitting plump asses on at times." He laughed at Gloria's gasp of horror. "Don't worry, they're not for you," he answered her.
Jars and bowls were next indicated. "The jars contain coarse, strong salt for cuts and abrasions," he chuckled. "The bowl is a mixture of salt and lemon-juice which is a good healer." Again he pointed. "Brandy and champagne for fortifiers and various stimulants to hand as required. We are fully equipped here."
He led the girl to the far end of the big room, to the other alcove, where, to her surprise, Gloria saw that it had been fitted out as a cell, but one that was open to the room. A bed of bare planks was about the only furniture and there were chains and shackles built into the wall. Johnny sat Gloria on the plank bed and chained her up as though she were in a cell. He then rang a bell.
"I am going away for a few days," he said to his naked prisoner. "So you can live here in the whipping room to get you used to the idea of being whipped when I come back, Gloria."
At this point Lucille walked in in reply to his ring. "Lucille will look after you," he went on. "She will supervise your exercise and bathing and feeding, and you must do anything she says without hesitation or I shall be hard-very hard-on you when I come back."
He rose from where he had been sitting beside her and walked over to the other alcove where he appeared to be choosing something from his collection of whips and rods. This supposition was confirmed when he returned carrying a whip which he held out to the trembling girl.
"This will welt that lovely ass for you then, dear Gloria," he smiled. "So just to remind you I will leave it here!"
He stood away from her and hung it from a hook in the middle of the end wall of the room, opposite to the end by which her head would like on the boards. Gloria shuddered as she saw it suspended there, a pliant, horribly supple blacksnake of some five feet of black plaited leather. The thought of that upon her bare flesh terrfied her. Desperately she fought to control her quivering body.
Johnny laughed, then took her in his arms for a moment and kissed her quite gently. 'Bye, Gloria and be good," he said and left her with Lucille.
That servant didn't waste much time. "I will see that you are fed, Gloria," she said sternly. "But you are to be absolutely obedient while Mister Johnny is away." She also left and Gloria was left alone.
The day and evening passed and the chained girl received a couple of meals. They were brought in by a black girl, very much like Susan, but very smartly dressed in a high-necked white silk gown with flared skirt, white cap and gloves, sheer hose and white, high-heeled button boots. She attended to all Gloria's wants before leaving her alone, naked and in chains, to get what rest she could upon the hard boards.
The lights went out and Gloria lay upon the planks, wearily comparing her condition with the east and luxury of Johnny's wide bed and the thrill of his magnificent cock in her twat. Instinctively, her gloved shackled hands went to her furry pussy in the darkness as her blood stirred to the exciting memory of her many sere wings, when, without warning, a light flashed on! The shocked Gloria saw that its purpose was to illuminate the dangling whip on the end wall, to keep it always before her eyes throughout the hours of darkness. It was a cruel reminder to the helpless young girl.
The whipping room was kept very warm and so she was not cold, lying there naked on the boards, so she was only concerned with finding some comfort. At last she realized that lying on her back was best, but this brought the whip more into her view, so she eventually settled more for lying on her belly and cradling her head on the hard pillow. In the end, she slept surprisingly well.
For a few days the routing was established that in the morning Lucille came in, took Gloria out into a wide yard, escorted by a huge black, stripped off her boots and gloves, and gave her an hour of hard exercise, including a long stretch of running, ending with quite a spell of weight-lifting and then handed her over to the second black maid, whose name turned out to be Millie. This servant then bathed and massaged her and thoroughly groomed her splendid young body. Lucille finally gave her a meticulous personal inspection and then allowed her to have a late but substantial breakfast, "brunch" as it turned out to be.
Then she was put back into the alcove "cell", booted gloved and in chains, until later in the afternoon, when she was taken out again for an hour's exercise and another bath and body-grooming, to be followed by a light but substantial dinner. After that she was put in chains for the rest of the evening. Apart from the hard boards and that horrid whip always hanging before her, she felt fine.
So when Johnny came in to see her, she made a beautiful picture of beauty in captivity, her lovely bare body scented from her recent bath. He took her in his arms immediately and it was only minutes before he gently but firmly pushed her down upon the planks. Then and there, he fucked the lovely Gloria as a naked, chained captive.
"Lucille tells me you have been very good," he smiled as he held her in his arms later. "I'm very glad and I'm sorry to have missed your sweet flesh for so long. But tomorrow you'll be back in my bed, my lovely thing."
Gloria quivered. "But aren't I going to be whipped?" she whispered with quivering lips.
"Yes, beautiful, in the morning," replied Johnny. "Hard on those velvety gorgeous ass cheeks," he said as he stroked the fleshy parts under discussion, pulling and squeezing the beauties and slapping them possessively. The naked girls trembled all the more in his arms.
Soon he rose and kissed her goodnight. Then the lights went out, except for the spotlight on the horrifying whip.
CHAPTER 2
Morning came and with it the same routine that had been established in the previous days. Gloria was awakened, exercised, bathed and body-groomed. But she was not given breakfast and she was laced up into black boots with even higher heels, and gloves. These new fittings had scarlet cord laces, Johnny explained, were especially reserved for being beaten in when he saw her, which he did immediately afterwards. Being booted and gloved was the last stage of being prepared for the whip.
Lucille and Judy, with Millie in attendance, then escorted her to the whipping-room where Johnny was waiting with the cruel plaited whip in his hand! Lucille had given Gloria some instruction while preparing her, so when Johnny held it out to her she knew what she was supposed to do. The beautiful naked girl sank to her knees, raised the lash to her lips and humbly kissed it as a token of her submission to its discipline, before rising to await the next stage of the cruel proceedings.
"Put Gloria onto the whipping-bench, girls!" ordered their master and the two half-breeds obeyed, leading her to where the grim-looking, heavy article of furniture awaited its lovely prey. It was a low, rectangular contraption, of heavy boards and they assisted Gloria to climb onto it and lie flat along it as they directed. Each took a gloved wrist and shackled it to one of the handcuffs at each corner.
Then Judy took a block and pushed it under Gloria's belly-button. This caused her plump ass to rise further in the air so that it was extremely prominent, while her well-developed cunt was now almost lewdly flaunted as the two escorts then each took a leg to draw them wide apart and secure it to its corner by a strap tightly drawn around the ankle. The bare beauty was now quite helpless, tied up for the whip!
Then the eager Johnny dismissed the black girls and he was alone with his gorgeous prisoner.
Sitting on the edge of the bench for awhile, he played with her twat and asshole so brazenly bare, while Gloria, though not now a virgin, flamed crimson under his caresses. His delving, probing fingers poked and gouged, tickled and pinched, among the hairy pussy between her fleshy thighs. Then, tiring of his fun, he rose to his feet to commence the cruelly enjoyable task that he had set up for his victim.
Picking up the whip, he positioned himself to begin, while Gloria wriggled in fearful anticipation.
With a quick flick of his wrist, he cracked the supple lash, the report echoing like a pistol-shot in the enclosed space of the big whipping-room. He laughed to see the fullness of her bare ass clench and tense in anticipation of the pain she imagined that the crack would initiate. Trembling, the soft asscheeks relaxed.
Johnny swung his arm and the long lash curled in the air. To the distraught Gloria, watching this from the corner of her eyes, it seemed to wheel like a hawk striking at its prey ... up ... over ... and down!
To Gloria it seemed as if a red-hot iron had been pressed to her ass cheeks! She convulsed to the burning pain, while her heart seemed to stand still, for some insignificant but noticeable period and a loud gast left her lips. She felt a wave of pain roll through her body and limbs to her very fingertips and toes, then slowly roll back again, until the burning was once more concentrated at that point on her ass cheeks, across which a thin, hard welt has flashed into view. Her breath shudderingly regained its rhythm and she relaxed, trembling, against the bondage of shackles and straps.
Johnny watched this with great interest. Highly experienced flogger that he was, he recognized clearly the progression of the pain cycle and that it was complete. If he let this complete itself after every lash before applying the next, then Gloria's endurance would be greatly prolonged. So he didn't strike more than twice per minute and often at an even lower rate than that.
CRACK ... !!! the first lash had branded the middle asscheeks, but this one was higher. Gloria's ass leaped to its impact, but she uttered no sound.
CRACK ... !!! this cut across the tops of her thighs and those lovelies pranced to the leather kiss, but no cry was heard but her harsh, shuddering breathing.
CRACK ... !!! a hard lash to mark the lower asscheeks. The lovely golden head jerked back wildly to this one, while her tender rump convulsed in writhing pain. My bare lady felt that one!
CRACK ... !!! moving to level with her knee, Johnny swung his whip diagonally from left click base to middle right cheek and the hollow beyond. The humped rounded asscheeks tossed again.
CRACK ... !!! he moved higher to about level with her titties to lay the supple whip again-this time from mid-left cheek to the base of the right one. The lash tip bit into the very junction of ass and thigh and Gloria grunted. Johnny smiled and noticed that a blob of crimson rose at the end of that welt. He moved to her other side. He took a good look at her lusty cunt as he passed it, the plump lips gibbering now as she writhed in pain. Once more his arm swung and the thong whistled in the air....
CRACK ... !!! Gloria jumped as he scoured the tops of her thighs again....
CRACK ... !!! he laid another stroke diagonal, this time from across her right asscheek to the top of her left thigh and around and along the outside ... she writhed to that one.
CRACK ... !!! another diagonal, but from the base of the left buttock to the inside and down the left thigh, searing the sensitive inner part. Gloria squealed at this stinger; Johnny was not sparing her at all to her introduction to the whip!
CRACK ... !!! to the top of her jumping asscheeks....
CRACK ... !!! the middle of her now welted ass flinched to a burning lash that wrung a groan from her. Johnny admired her pluck-the kid had guts.
CRACK ... !!! a beautifully placed lash across the overhang of her ripe ass. Gloria moaned at the searing pain of this one, while her ass jumped higher than it had done as yet. She was in great pain now, with a dozen lashes laid on her trembling body and sweating profusely with the shock, but she was still not giving in to begging.
CRACK ... !!! again low to her lusty twat, almost on the same spot! A scream was forced from her bleeding lips, for now she was on the point of breaking. Eyes dilated in agony, she writhed and struggled as tears streamed down her cheeks.
CRACK ... !!! mercilessly Johnny laid yet another to the base of her buttocks, the hardest yet, and the fearful concentration of pain in that tender spot was too much. Poor Gloria screamed in agon.
"AARRGGHHHH ... !!! AAHHH!! AAHHH ... !!"
Satisfied and triumphant, Johnny regarded the scene of his mastery. The first lash had drawn blood-a thin red line ran down her plunging thigh, from the left asscheek. He strode back to his original stand on her left side.
CRACK ... !! the diagonal stroke cut across the left asscheek and down to the outside of the right thigh....
CRACK ... !! this lash sliced low on the left cheek to curl around and down the inner lieft thigh. Gloria shrieked at both these fiery lashes; it seemed that she was mastered now.
CRACK ... !! a beautiful, measured lash across the middle of those tender, inviting buttocks as they rose and fell....
CRACK ... !! high up, just under the 'tail', to welt previously unmarked flesh....
CRACK ... !! a high-pitched yell from the naked girl as a low sheer branded her well-bruised lower cheeks, but:
CRACK ... !! not so high-pitched a yell as the one which burst from her as Johnny coolly wielded the cutting end of the cruel lash full across the gibbering mouth of her cunt!
The agonized girl writhed and threshed to the new, savage attack upon her soft, tender gash.
CRACK ... !! this time the lip of the thong actually vanished between the fleshy twat lips! A thin red stream oozed from her slit a moment later. Gloria gave a horrified screech....
Johnny grinned delightedly at this reaction. Yes, Gloria was good for plenty of fun!
With a score of lashes laid to her ass and cunt, the naked girl was well whipped and welted. She was bleeding slightly from three places, including her pussy and she was crying bitterly, but she did not seem greatly distressed as yet. Sweating and trembling, Gloria lay on the bench of pain.
Her master began again:
CRACK ... !! Gloria's shriek answered a cross cut from left hip to base of right asscheek.
CRACK ... !! the same on the right hip to left asscheek.
CRACK ... !! a slicing cut across the middle of the ass, to the hollow of the left thigh....
CRACK ... !! across the top of her sagging ass now....
Johnny circled back to her left side, removing and casting aside his shirt as he did so. He was beginning to feel the need to disrobe himself!
CRACK ... !! this was a low stroke across the base of her buttocks, with an odd result. The lash curled back upon the fullness of the right cheek and tipped into the cleft of her ass. It was a painful lash. Gloria yelled loudly and the red blood welled in the crack.
CRACK. . !! as low as the wide span of her thighs permitted, this lash across the velvety columns, neglected for awhile, made something of a garter in red around the right one.
CRACK ... !! a middle-cutter that seared afresh into the right haunch.
CRACK ... !! yet again to the base of the asscheeks, to draw fresh blood from the underside of the right one. The flesh was streaked heavily with welts that were red streaked. Johnny was taking care but he was not whipping Gloria lightly. The beautiful girl was paying the price of her voluptuous and magnificent body.
CRACK ... !! thirty up and going strong, but here Johnny, between lashes, stripped off his pants-he has been in bare feet from the beginning-revealing himself in jockey briefs and with a huge hard on.
CRACK ... !!
CRACK ... !!
CRACK ... !! from top to bottom of her wracked, welted ass Johnny laid three measured cracks that made Gloria leap and scream. Now he slipped off his briefs. His enormous prick sprang erect from the brushy thicket in which it was mounted, while the balls swung to his movements as he still plied the cruel, mastering whip.
CRACK ... !! down in her lovely cunt he slashed her again-Gloria's scream rung out in despair....
CRACK ... !! once again he lashed her bleeding pussy as a grand finale to the first flogging of the gorgeous Gloria!
Johnny swung into action as his whip was thrown aside. He pounced to unfasten her wrists and ankles and heaved the block from under her belly. With a heave he rolled her over onto her back on the new blood-stained boards and with hot haste climbed on top of her to take her in his arms. Gloria gave a yell of pain as her welted, lacerated ass was roughly scraped and pressed upon the rough wood, but she was too distressed to resist his lusting advances. In a moment he was on top of her and his ramming prick had entered between the bleeding lips of her twat.
Johnny began to fuck her immediately as his screw desires were at a peak. He was already well erect with a tremendous hard-on. Quickly he drove right down into her twat, his hairy navel slapping against hers in his ravaging fuck, while Gloria responded sufficiently to clasp him between her long and powerful legs and to envelop him in her arms. So it was that very soon Johnny's burning lust culminated in a glutinous hot surge as he shot his sperm into her, groaning and gasping with the raging effort.
They lay for a while, until both were a little cooler and Gloria began to cry again with the burning and throbbing of her sore ass and thighs, so he then dismounted from the warm flesh of his prisoner and summoned assistance for her. Lucille, Millie and Susan came down and took her away. Soon, soothed and bathed, she was lying naked in Johnny's big bed. For several days she remained there, being fucked in his arms or receiving the skilled attentions of the maids.
When she was up again, she was 'dressed' in the boots and gloves only, with the addition of light chains on her wrists to which were added strict limits of movement beyond a small area.
Johnny, of course, kept his lovely prisoner stark naked....
CHAPTER 3
Gloria's days were not unpleasant as a prisoner. She had her morning exercises and bathing and in the evening too, but the rest of the day was largely her own, if Johnny wasn't with her. And, at nights she was in bed with him, in his arms while he fucked her, always tended by the naked black Susan. Only when Johnny was away overnight, as happened once or twice, was she put in chains in the dark "cell" of the whipping-room, there alone with the illuminated whip as her companion in place of Johnny, to remind her of her subjection to him.
She knew that she was not his only prisoner but she never saw any other woman captive as there were strice limits on her movements even in the prison area. The most of it was out of bounds to her. Johnny frequently busied himself down there for long periods, emerging with a satisfied look as a rule. Gloria didn't inquire, though she was curious enough.
The three black maids were really voluptuous girls. All much of the same build, they were of middle height to fairly tall-Susan was the tallest at five foot six or so, but their physical development was remarkable. They were of superb hip, ass and lusty full thighs; all had slim waists and all had gorgeous titties, Susan especially. They all had big, heavy, full and out-jutting tits, with only the slightest amount of sag, so that when they walked the dance of the tits and the roll of the asscheeks was a delight. Especially, as they all had lovely skins, real "black velvet."
Each week Johnny held a full inspection of their persons and let Gloria watch the enjoyable task. The three girls very carefully bathed and groomed and then -lined up for their master's attentions. There was no doubt that Johnny enjoyed his work! He intimately felt, probed, slapped and delved into every fold and cranny of the quivering black flesh.
The naked Gloria began to realize the severity of the discipline that he maintained over the three black beauties when he punished them for deficiencies, real or imagined, revealed by his examination. Millie marched off at the end of one of the inspections and returned carrying a long and supple cane. Gloria then watched sympathetically as the nude black servant presented the impressive expanse of her bare asscheeks to the rod. Johnny laid on hard and the six strokes seemed almost to carve her flesh like rounds of beef. Millie must have bitten her lips hard not to have cried out, though her face was streaming with tears when she at last sood erect.
The punishment inflicted next time on Susan was even more cruel and a worse test of discipline. She too went away while the others dressed and came back carrying a light, supple riding crop. Then she stood before her master, facing him, and awaited his pleasure.
Gloria gasped as his arm rose with the crop-and the naked black girl thrust out her huge titties as the target! The lovely blonde could not believe her eyes. She had no idea that such punishment was inflicted on women, but the rod fell....
It cutt into the out-jutting tits with terrible force and Gloria expected a scream of pain to ring out and the black girl cringe away, clutching her slashed knockers. Neither happened. A shuddering gasp was all that sounded and although Susan sagged her chest a little at the impact, she thrust herself out again immediately afterwards. The tears seemed to just stream from her dilated eyes, however.
Johnny plied his crop again and again to the great boobies, with exactly the same result. The self-control of the black maid was superb. Her big breasts bobbed and danced to the vigor of the impacts and the pain must have been frightful, especially as she had no means of expressing it, but she held her position until, with a last slash across the big nipples, Johnny laid the last of his six strokes to the welted flesh. Susan sobbed wildly as she was dismissed and her hands went despairingly to her suffering tits, but apparently Johnny gave them no time off. Susan was attending them within twenty minutes, still sniffling with pain and her prominently beaten breasts looking horribly sore.
Yet strangely enough the three girls performed their voluptuous duties with no show of regret or fear. Susan in particular, as Johnny's intimately personal maid, seemed devoted to him and there was no doubt that he enjoyed fucking the black girl's cunt, or all three cunts for that matter, though Gloria never saw him screwing any one of them. Certainly his servants were efficient and decorative and day to day life very smooth, while they served Gloria as well as her master.
* * *
Gloria pulled against her handcuffs but in vain. Her gloved hands were fastened behind her neck to a light frame which included a collar around her neck and thus her arms were raised to shoulder level.
She was walking beside Johnny through the gardens, naked as ever, but this time wearing the extra-high heels and gloves in which she had been whipped previously. Now she was to have the whip again! Her eyes wandered anxiously to the frightening implement in his hand. It was a small ringmaster's whip, with a handle about four foot six inches and a light, thin lash of perhaps a little more.
Johnny meanwhile was enjoying the walk with the lovely naked girl. Her eight inch heels did things even for her figure! Right forward on her toes as she was in them, she was bent forward, which presented her gorgeous ass very favorably humped, while to be erect she had to bend backwards so that her tits were erect and out-thrust, which was further accentuated by her raised arms. Her belly was arched and taut. In consequence of this distortion of her normal figure and her bound arms, the ripe flesh of ass and tit was waggled and wobbled even more vigorously than usual. The roll of her voluptuous charms beside him excited him beyond measure.
They came to some steps in a break in a wall and went down them. Gloria realized that they had arrived, as she found herself in a large rectangular enclosure, with flagged flooring and surrounded by a wall about twelve feet high-they were perhaps six feet below ground level. The whole arena was open to the sky, the hot sun was high overhead. It was perhaps fifteen yards wide by thirty long.
"This is the place, Gloria," said her captor. "For a while you are going to suffer the lash again!"
The arena was completely bare, there was no sign of any whipping-post or bench, or triangle, or anything which she could be fastened to, so far as she could see. Her puzzlement showed in her face.
Johnny explained. "It's quite simple, dear Gloria, you will not be tied down at all, but you will be free to use those lovely long legs as much as you like, while I just stalk you with this whip. I must say that any portion of your gorgeous body that I can reach will taste the lash, except for your beautiful face."
Gloria now knew the worst; she was to be hunted in the nude and lashed all over. It sounded much worse than before. She had no doubt that she was fast and agile enough to dodge him fairly well for quite a while, but she knew that she would tire more rapidly than he and the punishment would then really begin. Indeed, she was smart enough to see that the longer her wind and agility lasted, the longer would her whipping go on.
Johnny walked away from her towards the middle of the arena, then halted to turn and face her, the cruel whip half raised.
"Ready, Gloria?" he asked and began to pace towards her. As he came within lashing distance Gloria jumped back and darted sideways. He followed more slowly and the girl saw that she would eventually be driven into the opposite corner. So with a desperate leap she came forwards and past him at long range; the pistol like crack of the whip sounded in her ears and the silken tip of the lash flicked her plunging thigh. Then she was clear into the wider part of the arena.
Johnny was delighted with her speed and quickness of mind. This was a game he had played with several girls, usually long-legged, fast ones, because no other would give the sport. He began to stalk her again, from time to time cracking his whip in the air.
Gloria ran, jumped and dodged with skill, her naked body a roll of leaping thighs, juddering titties and wobbling asscheeks. She was very fit and strong, but under the hot sun she sweated-really sweated! Soon she glistened wetly all over, soon again she was running, sweat trickles down her strong back to her juddering ass, trickles down between her tits and taut belly, down her thighs and long legs, to drip on the flagstones. She was gasping now. Not a lash had fallen on her flesh yet, but she was winded.
Her tormentor had enjoyed her effort immensely, but now wanted a little action. He moved just a little faster; his wrist flicked out just a little sooner than expected and Gloria yelled as the long lash cracked across her belly from hip to hip. She turned and bounded in one lithe movement, but again not quite fast enough. The lash slashed fully across her plump ass and again her shout of pain pealed over the wide enclosure! She dodged clear for a moment.
Johnny let her run for about another minute or two without pressing her hard, but eventually ranged a well-placed lash to her broad back, at which she leaped and dove away. But very soon she made a mistake and ducked the wrong way, finding herself in one of the corners. Cruelly he moved in to take full advantage of this opportunity to administer some real punishment to the sweating lovely before him. His whip cracked.
Gloria screamed as his lash fell high up on her tummy, only just below her bounding titties; she screamed again as he slashed lower, the thong catching her tender thigh and curling right around it, encircling the trembling flesh with a red welt garter. And she screamed even louder as, staggering from the previous lash, he laid a full stroke to her upthrust ass, with the lash end curling around her hip to explode in fire in the fuzz of her fuck-box! A moment later a red trickle appeared on her thigh as a result. First blood from the naked beauty!
He followed more swiftly now that the bare girl had broken clear. She had run the full length of the arena, but broke away from the corners as he approached. Back in the center, he lashed out but missed. The pain of the quick succession of lashes had stimulated Gloria, but he knew-she knew-that it was a brief spell of vigor. She was panting heavily.
Johnny stalked her relentlessly, swinging his long whip more frequently now. At last he caught her. She tried a double move, which he correctly anticipated, and Gloria collected a lash across her shoulders which tipped into one armpit. A painful cut which wrung a gasping yell from her distorted mouth. A moment later he very neatly lashed her smarting ass again and then another to her thighs.
Poor Gloria was definitely slowing down and her punishment increased rapidly. Again he caught her thighs, this time a lash right around the stately columns, while his next success was rather odd, an upwards stroke from the inside of her left thigh to near her right titty. Now that the whip was scoring again and again to her body, the suffering girl realized that her lovely tits must share the fate of her other parts.
But not for the moment. His next victory was a fine lash to her ripe ass and the next to those poor thighs. So it was not until he caught her across the middle of the back with a lash that encompassed her side to brand one leaping mound that Gloria tasted the lash to her knockers. To make up the loss of time, however, Johnny backhanded a beauty that fell full across her bouncing boobies. Gloria's yell of anguish at this treatment of her treasure chest reached a new high note. She broke away again for a moment, every portion of her lovely frame above the knees bearing the brand of the whip!
She still ran and dodged, but not as quickly. Johnny could follow her easily enough with his long lash and he plied it to her; a splendid cut to her taut belly that made her yell, again to the welted thighs, a cruel lash to the ribs which seared her left tit and finally, a rising uppercut to the base of her ass which drew blood from the right asscheek.
In spite of the pain Gloria was so winded that she could run no more; she came to a swaying stand, helpless to his lash. Johnny did not lash her, instead he walked up to her, dropped his whip and took the sweat-streaming, pain-racked and exhausted girl in his arms. He kissed and hugged her until her piteous sobbing and trembling eased somewhat as she gathered breath and strength.
After a few minutes he picked up his whip and walked to the steps down which they had entered the arena. There he stripped completely naked before picking up his whip and approaching her once more. Gloria could take a little comfort from this. It showed that he was feeling horny and that her long drawn-out ordeal would not drag on very much longer. He would want to fuck her within minutes.
Johnny, however, began as before, to stalk her with his whip and she began to dodge, having revived astonishingly well in a few minutes, but her legs were tired and heavy. She didn't have the original zip to her movements. And in any case from the beginning her ultra-high heels had been a drag to real agility-her merciless flogger was surprised that she had done as well as she had. It was a real test of her fine body. Now, again he was within range and the sore, beaten girl began to suffer again.
A slashing uppercut that rose to carve both her throbbing knockers was his opening lash and it was a cruelly painful one. Gloria screamed loudly as she leaped away. But he caught her again on her bleeding ass and the next lash curled once more around a full hip to explode in her pussy. As this was followed by a venomous lash around her thighs, the beautiful Gloria's agony was unbearable as she screeched in helpless despair.
Johnny realized that this severe punishment, to all parts of her body, back and front, could not last much longer. Gloria was in a sweat of pain, effort and fear. Her endurance was limited now.
So, in fact, was Johnny's!
His prick, large and heavy, was well erect as he whipped her now. It stood out of his heavy loins like a short totem pole, wagging about to his movements, while his balls swung and joggled likewise. Very soon he, just as much as Gloria (though in different fashion), would be in urgent need of relief.
He scored once more to her tossing tits and nicked the crimson to show a red line mingling with the sweat on her welted belly.
Gloria broke away in despair, but he pursued her without difficulty.
His arm swung again and her raw, bleeding thighs flamed once more to the burning kiss of the lash....
To Gloria the world was a sea of pain, of white hot searing pain, in every part of her soft, lovely body. Her back hurt, her ass hurt, her thighs hurt, her belly hurt, her titties hurt. Her legs and thighs were like lead and stiffening, her lungs were bursting, her tummy was turning over and a red haze was dropping over her eyes. She was blinded by sweat and tears. Again she rocked to a standstill.
Johnny saw she was finished and he threw his whip aside, regretting the last couple of lashes. He clasped her in his arms as she started to go down, not in a faint, but her legs had just given way under her. She was utterly exhausted. Johnny was in red-hot lust by now.
Gently, he laid the whipped, naked girl on the flagstones. It was of little comfort, on the hard stones with the hot sun beating down on her, but the latter was partly deflected a moment later as her eager, lusting captor and flagellator bore himself down upon her bared body. In a moment his rigid prick was into her twat and he began to fuck her. As usual he was too advanced in his desires to be long awaiting his orgasm and quickly her hot, weary cunt was lubricated with his sperm. Gasping, he lay upon the whipped, groaning girl to work up his cock to a hard-on again.
More slowly and more gently this time he fucked the suffering Gloria but he received no response from her prone, near-senseless body. She was too exhausted to fuck back.
His horny lust at last satisfied, he summoned the servants. Lucille and Millie came with a stretcher. This they left at the head of the steps and came down into the arena. Quickly the trio then carried Gloria up and loaded her onto the stretcher to be carted away to the sick-bay and the nurse's attention.
A couple of hours later Gloria was put into Johnny's bed. She was pretty well doped to ease the pain and was sleeping heavily, but she would need a week in bed to recover properly, which she did. Johnny was very gentle and the maids worked and tended her devotedly, as she made a remarkably quick recovery.
For the next whipping, of course ... !
CHAPTER 4
Once up and around, Gloria was Johnny's constant companion if he were not occupied or away and he gave her considerably more freedom, though it was still his pleasure that she remained naked. Soon he began to take her riding among the woods and hills beyond the estate, which was very wild country and uninhabited. It was very pretty, with a small stream and lake to give it variety.
Gloria was superb in the saddle. Johnny amused himself by fitting around her shapely waist a girdle which contained a handcuff over and behind the right hip. Her gloved left wrist was secured in this, so that her left arm was drawn well behind her back, though not tightly. From the right side of the girdle ran a length of light chain, which also terminated in a handcuff, onto which her right wrist was locked. The purpose of this arrangement was clarified when she mounted.
Otherwise she wore only a sombrero and decorated riding boots! The rest of her remained naked.
She had to be assisted to mount as her left arm was useless and she wondered why she had been semi-chained in this peculiar fashion, but once they were in motion she understood why. Johnny was riding on her left side, whip and rein in hand, and as she rode on his right, with her left arm drawn back, he had an uninterrupted view of her bare body as she rose and fell to the horse's motion. He joyfully watched the splendid toss and wobble of her superb titties, though from behind, the vigorous working of her lovely ripe ass also presented an entrancing spectacle.
When Gloria realized this, she simply asked him that if she rode in such a position voluntarily, whether he would let her ride unchained. This he agreed to do and after that she was unchained. She obliged him by riding with her right hand on her hip to give him an uninterrupted view of her bouncing boobs as before, and Johnny seemed very amused and pleased with this submissive co-operation.
In this way they spent many enjoyable hours and it was during one of these rides that they discovered a new thrill. Gloria was riding alongside Johnny and he was leaning over, caressing her and playing with her tits as they jogged along, when, laughing, Gloria swung herself over onto the front of his saddle, intending to sit sideways in front of him, but her leg went right over and she finished up astride and facing him, her navel a few inches above and in front of his own.
Johnny was quick to see his opportunity. Quickly he whipped out his cock and let it rise as she clung to him. In a brief moment Gloria felt something warm nudge at her twat as she sat wide-thighed on the front of his saddle. It grew and entered her and began to swell rapidly in her cunt passage, while his arm clasped tightly around her waist. Firmly he pulled her to him and she dropped lower, so that they rode belly to belly and his stiff prick was well embedded in her slit. The sensation was wonderful and Gloria thought it was a delightful thrill.
Then he put his big horse into a trot and the more marked rhythm took its effect; her movements were not the same as his, quite, for he was riding in his stirrups and she was bobbing loose, up and down, so that his stiffened fuck-pole rose and fell within her like a normal fuck in bed. Eagerly she caressed him in return and their mutual passions mounted. As they both shot their juices together, they kissed and hugged each other; his gasping shout mingled with her ecstatic groan as both their scum mingled in one great surging flood that oozed onto the saddle....
They tried screwing the other way with Gloria sitting facing forward. Johnny rather liked it because he had a better grip of her titties but the girl was less keen, as she could not caress him in return or hold him in her arms.
* * *
Not every ride was a pleasant relaxation. Johnny took her out with her own whip and a bundle of cords one day and took her into the woods. They rode in and out of clearings for some time, but eventually came out alongside the small lake some miles away and to a small open spot. There, alongside the edge of the trees, they dismounted.
Johnny selected an old, thick tree which leaned a little and stood Gloria with her back to it, before taking the bundle of cords. Soon her arms were drawn back and up and her wrists tied in that position. He followed this by drawing her legs apart and fastening her ankles to the tree roots. She was nicely spread-eagled, leaning back slightly and facing forward to receive whatever he was going to give her.
Johnny did not waste a great deal of time. He rapidly stripped and stood before her, his proud prick rising as he played with it, while he eagerly regarded the voluptuous helpless body before him. Gloria's cunt was very prominent in her position and he was lusting for her, so that almost immediately he rammed right into her fuck-hole.
Once well into her twat he fucked and fucked, his bare, tight body and ass rising and falling and his belly slapping hers to the tune of his heavy breathing and lusty grunts, until he expelled his sperm in a hot surge. Gasping, he withdrew, his dong limp and sticky, while Gloria's thighs were wet from his love-juice as it dripped from her gash.
He picked up the whip and brought it down hard on her bare belly. Gloria yelled and heaved and the welt of its caress rose on her soft skin. Again he lashed her, lower down her navel and then he slashed her gorgeous, out-jutting titties! Gloria screeched at this attack on her boobies, but this only seemed to inflame him. Steadily and methodically, he began to give her a tit and belly whipping-not forgetting that voluptuous little mount of passion between her thighs!
Apart from that early slash upon her thighs, he did not whip them again until nearly a dozen lashes had been laid to her firm belly and trembling pussy. Then he stood back smiling. Her torso was well striped, the welts like red bars on her thrashing flesh, and a thin red line ran down the inside of her left thigh from her lacerated twat. His arm swung the whip on high again as he resumed....
All his lashes were to her big knockers. Gloria yelled and screamed and heaved against the cords, but she was tightly tied. She was immobile and his whip flayed her tits. It was most painful, but perhaps less than ten lashes seared its voluptuous perfection as her lashed titties bobbed and jiggled. Perhaps twenty lashes all told had been laid on her flesh when he threw the whip on the grass, took out a pocket-knife and severed the cords that bound her to the tree.
Gloria pushed herself away from the tree, crying bitterly and then her hands were clasped to her whipped titties and belly, attempting to achieve some ease of the burning pain.
"On your knees, Gloria," rapped Johnny.
Gloria obeyed, but what came next was new to her. Johnny told her to press her big whipped titties together and raise them up. This she did and he stepped closer. His waving prick was enormous again and now he thrust it in the cleft between her pressed breasts. Quickly he pushed in his cock-head and began to ram away as if he were fucking her slit! His own hands clasped over hers, holding her throbbing globes tightly together as he ravished her sore knockers.
It seemed to do the job almost as well as a cunt. When he was cuming, he fired his load and the valley of her breasts was smeared with his sperm. When she released her titties, his scum rolled down her belly. Johnny forbade her to clean it off and she was still smeared with it at pussy and body when they remounted. Gloria now carrying her whip.
The ride back was painful for her, as her whipped flesh jogged to the horses' movement. This was particularly true of her flapping tits and Johnny wouldn't let her handle or hold them. She was still crying when they reached the big house and she was able to dismount. The black girls soothed her smarting flesh very quickly, though.
* * *
Gloria was in Johnny's room one morning and had just had her bath and body-grooming when a stranger came in-a lade of medium height, very smartly dressed and perhaps fiftyish, but not looking it. She gazed with amused admiration at the lovely naked girl, who was covered with confusion.
"You are Gloria, obviously," smiled the newcomer. "I'm Johnny's mother, my dear, and I'm very pleased to meet you. Johnny has written and told me so much about you and I'm glad you are such a lovely girl."
She took the naked girl in her arms. "Don't be worried, my dear," she laughed. "I'm quite used to seeing naked beauties around. I know all about his little hobby and these beautiful black slave girls of his. A young man is quite entitled to his pleasures and Johnny's built that way. But he has become very interested in you, quite unlike any other girl up to now."
At that moment Johnny walked in and placed his arm around Gloria. "Now you've met each other I hope you will be friends," he grinned. "Gloria, my dear, while Mother's here you can dress normally."
In the next couple of days Gloria and Johnny's mother became firm friends and life became quite normal for the beautiful girl. It was after dinner one evening, when they were being served with coffee by the naked Susan, that Johnny mentioned one of the reasons for his mother's visit from her own extensive Everglades estate.
"Mother has wanted to see a real, formal whipping for some time," he said. "You know, something like the old army type of flogging or a prison one."
"Yes," his mother confirmed. "Where someone is tied up properly, with a whipper on each side, and a measured flogging given, in batches of so many lashes each, with a rest between."
"The rests to be used for a medical check," continued Johnny. "So you would need a doctor in attendance and someone else to count the lashes."
His mother nodded. "Doctor Morelli would do this, I suppose?" she asked.
Johnny nodded. "Like a shot!" She gets a real kick out of it, believe me! I've got Nurse Erikson in addition, and she enjoys being present too."
Gloria broke in. "I'm due for a whipping in a couple of days, Johnny?" she asked and he affirmed the statement. His mother raised her eyebrows inquiringly. "Johnny has whipped you several times I know, and he says you have been very brave and strong. But he hasn't been all that severe, has he?"
Her son nodded. "Yes, she's had it very heavily on a couple of occasions," he answered. "But, what do you mean, Gloria?"
"Well, would I do for the formal whipping?" she asked. "You know I can take it and I've got a good back, if that's the area to be worked on-and I assume that from your expression tied up."
Johnny and his mother exchanged glances, but it was the older woman who replied. "Thank you, my dear, that's a wonderfully brave and generous offer of yours. Of course you will do-none better, I imagine-and I'll see that it is not beyond your endurance and that it will do you no harm."
"Then I'll contact Doctor Morelli to come in fairly early tomorrow morning," said Johnny. "She has a very widespread practice and it means that she will just have another emergency. She wouldn't miss this for the world!"
His mother nodded. "That's fine, then," she agreed. "If everything else is ready we can watch Gloria whipped in the morning."
She went on. "Who will use the whip, Johnny?"
"Whips, mother dear," he replied, smiling. "Lucille and Julie will each have a whip and will stroke from each side in cross-pattern. For this Julie in particular is very handy-she is completely ambidextrous and can lay lashes on equally well with either hand. Both girls are experienced workers, quite unhurried and do virtually no damage."
"Poor Gloria," smiled the older woman. "This is hardly comforting to her," as she ran her hand gently down the girl's bare back. "You'll have to be especially gentle while fucking her tonight, Johnny!" Gloria hid her burning face as the others laughed.
CHAPTER 5
In the morning Gloria was prepared as usual for her ordeal. Lucille superintended her exercises and then her bath and body-grooming at the hands of Millie. Johnny and his mother made a point of viewing the latter operations, amusedly regarding the manipulation of her lovely tits and cunt and the older woman taking the opportunity of intimately inspecting the girl's body. Then she was dressed for her part in the drama of the lash!
Her normal whipping boots and gloves were drawn on and laced to her limbs, but this time, as all the punishment was to be on her back, she was additionally clad below the waist. A pair of panties were pulled on to her figure and over her hips, to be held up by an elastic waist. They had one special feature, however, which made Johnny's mother laugh. The panties were split, really being in two halves, so that when they were over her ripe hips the center of her twat and ass gaped wide, revealing to an appreciative audience the beauty of the middle crack of her asscheeks and in front the full, furry prominence of her pussy.
If she but knew it, the idea was that a stripped-to-the-waist captive could be raped in position during a whipping, or an undercut to the bare cunt-lips facilitated.
Judy now joined the group as Gloria was finally made ready and they all walked to the whipping-room, with the naked girl among them. There they found Doctor Morelli and Nurse Erikson awaiting them.
All the people who were to be present were now there and the formalities began. Johnny and his mother stood to one side, both eagerly watching the ritual as it unrolled.
Lucille and Judy were simply but smartly dressed for their cruel task in white, tight slacks and light-weight under-arm sweaters, their supple arms and powerful shoulders bare and rippling. Millie the maid was in her smartest high-necked white silk dress, with gloves and boots to match; Doctor Morelli was in her white professional coat and Nurse Erikson was dressed as such, which she always was. Johnny and his mother were lightly but fully dressed, the latter in a smart, summery silk dress. The idea was that everyone would be fully dressed, so that the semi (or near) nudity of the prisoner would be accentuated. Certainly Gloria was the center of attraction, all eyes were on her.
"Doctor, please confirm that the prisoner is fit for her punishment," commanded the eager Johnny at last.
Lucille and Judy fell in on each side of Gloria and marched her over to the medical table beside which the doctor and the nurse were standing. The watchers smiled to see her being examined as to heart, pulse, etc., her bare body being handled as she stood submissively.
"The prisoner is fit for her punishment, sir!" announced Doctor More Hi at last.
Johnny spoke again. "Place the prisoner to the whipping post and secure her to it," was his command.
Lucille and Judy, with Millie in attendance behind, marched the lovely girl nearly the full length of the whipping room to where, near one corner, stood a waist-high frame in the shape of an inverted Vee, made of stout posts set in the floor. Gloria noticed the now distressingly familiar fitting of ankle-straps at the lower end of each beam. There seemed to be no body straps but a padded saddle or something similar was level with her navel.
The two escorts bellied her up against this pad and then requested her to place a leg down each post; this she did and each ankle was strapped tight. No other fastening was available for her body, but now her arms were taken and raised above her head, there to be shackled by chains hanging from the ceiling. She was now ready!
Johnny and his mother walked around her and regarded her front, which was only visible above her waist, so that the only feature of note was Gloria's bare titties, now raised even higher by the upward stretch of her arms.
The older woman spoke. "No forward support for her body, Johnny? I suppose that is so that you can deliver punishment frontwise as well as on the back?"
"Yes, mother," he replied. "The back and breast technique can be well applied here."
They moved slightly away from the prisoner and the mother spoke in a lower tone, out of Gloria's hearing.
"Didn't you have a very ripe redhead, Johnny, one with very large and dropping tits? I don't remember ever seeing bigger titties on a young woman?"
"Yes, mother," he answered. "I've still got her and will probably keep her among the special detained group of girls that Gloria knows nothing about."
"Have you ever given her a back and breasts, as you call it?" he was quizzed.
"Yes indeed-more than once," he smiled. "She's very tough and really made for that." He went on: "Her last whipping was such a one, over in the corner where the ceiling is high enough for a girl to hang by her wrists, which she did. She had a pair of cheap white panties on when I began with a light but knotted cat o'nine tails and I kept on steadily, half a dozen back and half a dozen breasts till she fainted. I'd lost count after fifty lashes or so. All I know is that the waistband of her panties was soppy with blood back and front. Yet she's not showing very much in the way of scarring really."
His mother nodded. "That sounds a bit hard, Johnny. Do be careful or you might really harm one some day." They walked behind Gloria and examined her back. Her small waist and wide shoulders meant that her strong back made a lovely triangle. The older woman examined the flesh carefully.
"It's beautiful, my boy," she murmured. "I hope Lucille and Judy don't do any damage to such a lovely skin."
"They will hardly, if ever, draw blood," he reassured her. "It will hurt but no marks will be left at all, I'm sure."
During this period, Doctor Morelli had walked up and positioned herself in front of and to one side of the prisoner, while Nurse Erikson followed, pushing the medical table until she was beside the doctor.
Lucille and Judy, meanwhile, had been equipping themselves for their task. They now approached the group with Johnny, his mother, and the two medics. In their hands, each held a whip and now they held these out for the attention and approval of the others. The two whips were identical and were very unusual. Each was about three feet long and of plaited leather, but of novel form. Each hand-grip was a pliant, thick butt about twelve inches long, but from there they formed into five lashes, very light and thin for the last foot or so that would sear the flesh of back or ass.
"Leather cat o' five tails," laughed Johnny. "These I had specially made."
There was a murmur of admiration from the others.
"I like leather," he smiled. "And these are light enough for any part of the body-back, ass, belly, titties-just wherever and whenever one feels like."
Millie was standing directly behind the prisoner.
"Millie will count each lash aloud," announced her employer.
The two half-breed girls were obviously waiting to begin and Gloria had been waiting, pale and trembling, for quite a few minutes.
"Floggers to their marks!" ordered Johnny.
The black girls smartly took up their positions, behind and to each side of the sackled Gloria, who squirmed in her chains. Each now half raised her arm with the whip. Lucille was whipping right-handed and her cousin left-handed.
"Floggers, begin!"
At this command Lucille raised her arm, swung the cat to fan the lashes somewhat and brought it down hard on Gloria's bare back!
To the flinching Gloria, it seemed that the whistle of lashes in the air lasted a surprisingly long time before a violent, searing pain exploded across her bare back. As across her ass, the pain seemed to travel to her extremities and back to the hurt spot, before her breathing eased. She turned her head just in time to see Judy raise her arm, the multiple thongs curl in the air and then vanish behind her as the black girl made her carefully calculated strike, to match that of her cousin. Again her back exploded like boiling oil, again her breath halted to the shock.
Johnny's mother watched this beginning to the lashing with pure joy. She could not conceive of a more perfect specimen for the operation than the beauty being whipped before her eyes. She had developed a genuine affection for Gloria in the short time of knowing her, but like her son, she thoroughly reveled in the whipping of a lovely girl and her instincts took precedence over her kindliness on these occasions.
Gloria jerked forward again and again as the lashes seared her back and her big tits heaved and trembled. The two black girls whipped very steadily, taking the full interval between strokes, sometimes as much as a minute, so that the bare beauty could keep a tight control of herself. No sound as yet left her lips. The thwack of the thongs against her flesh sounded quite clearly in the stilled room. Her back flamed again and again....
Millie's voice rang clearly as she counted....
After a dozen had failed on Gloria's back, the two whippers stood away, while the entranced watchers crowded around. The girl was groaning quietly, while tears rolled down her cheeks onto her quivering titties, her breath shuddered to her pain. Doctor Morelli applied her stethoscope to the girl's chest after a minute or two and listened.
"The prisoner is very strong and fit," she announced.
Johnny and his mother examined Gloria's back. It now flamed a vivid pattern of scores of thin welts, from the neck to nearly down to her waist. The whole surface was writhing with pain. No traces of injury were to be seen.
"Carry on, girls," he said to the whippers.
The two took up their original stances and began, this time with Judy leading off, the methodical approach of these two girls was so obviously based on experience, and once more Gloria's bare, welted back began to cringe and shudder to their lashes, while her big boobs flapped to her jerks and heaves. She was still silent, having gained much control during the several minutes' rest and the two whippers toiled in vain as yet. His mother turned to Johnny as Millie intoned "nineteen...."
"She's frightfully brave, dear boy," she murmured admiringly. "You'd think she had a hide of stone."
Johnny smiled. "Yes, mother. Gloria is very stubborn, but the girls will win in the end, of course."
"Twenty," called Millie ...
Gloria was whimpering, head back and lips bleeding as she bounced forward to each lash. The girls stroked away, covering its entire surface evenly, as they had received orders to do as little damage as humanly possible, and this may have helped, as no one place was constantly punished.
As the last pair of the second dozen was applied to her broad shoulders, Gloria gave strangled shouts. Had the whipping gone straight on she must have cracked then and there, but she was saved by the bell. The floggers stood back again.
Fiona's head fell forward as she twitched and writhed, she sobbed bitterly. The medical pair examined her back again. The broad expanse was now entirely welted, almost no white skin was to be seen now and the whole area radiated heat. It must have felt on fire!
The older woman turned to Lucille. "You've not had much success with her yet!" she smiled.
The dark girl laughed quietly. "Miss Gloria is very, very brave," she said, "but a few more lashes will make her scream and we have not finished with even three dozen."
"No," replied Johnny's mother, "we have up to five dozen in mind." She turned to Doctor Morelli, who was looking at Gloria's flaming back before preparing to test her strength. "How is she faring, Doctor?" she asked.
The woman busined herself with Gloria's chest for a little while and then formally announced: "The prisoner is fit enough for her punishment to continue." Aside, she replied to the other lady: "As strong as a horse!"
"Carry on, girl!" commanded Johnny for the second time.
Gloria gave a whimper as the two half-breed whippers took up their positions again. She was revived by the rest but her resistance was weakening. She was near to being mastered; her real suffering was now only about to begin.
Lucille led off and Gloria bent forward with a wail of anguish. The two floggers now clearly manifested their eagerness as their moment of triumph approached. They plied their cruel whips with devilish skill.
And their triumph was not long delayed!
Only the third lash of the third dozen had crashed home to gain the trophy for Lucille-Gloria's head racked back and her agony pealed loudly through the big whipping-room.
"AAAARRGGHHHH ... !! AARRGGHH ... !! MY BACK!!"
The group around her relaxed to savor the moment. The near naked girl had been mastered!
The trained floggers laid on steadily without interruption, while Millie counted unemotionally. To them it was yet one more bare back under the lash.
Now that Gloria had screamed she was allowed no chance of regaining control of herself and her shrieks now followed each stroke to her swollen back. The two floggers still were following their policy of covering the entire area with a batch of a dozen lashes and Gloria still rammed forward as each fell upon her tender skin.
She gave a wail of relief as the two whippers stepped back with the third dozen completed. Gloria was gasping heavily, her tits shuddering to her heaving breath, while she pulled heavily upon her shackles-in vain.
The eager watchers crowded around her once again.
The girl's bare back was now a deep, swollen red all over, with all white skin gone under the many score of welts. Here and there, patches of a darker hue were emerging. Gloria had been sweating profusely for some time, the front of her body was wet and trickling with it, while her tears ran down her face to mingle with her perspiration.
The doctor and Nurse Erikson also closely examined Gloria's back and for a few minutes an animated buzz of conversation passed around the group as they peered and touched. Then Doctor Morelli applied her stethoscope to the heaving chest.
"The prisoner is fit to continue her punishment," she announced yet again.
Gloria screamed shrilly now as the lash from Judy seared her raw back and she screamed again when Lucille followed suit. The entranced watchers listened to her shrieks and moans as the pitiless flogging went on, the only other voice being that of Millie as she dispassionately counted
"forty-one ... forty-two ... forty-three...."
To the experienced watchers and whippers, there was just a suggestion that Gloria was weakening as the fourth dozen progressed into its second half. Doctor Morelli raised an eyebrow. She recognized the more pronounced note of despair in Gloria's voice and the very slight but noticeable drop in the power of her cries which were the first signs that the exhaustion of the sufferer was becoming a factor in the flogging.
Gloria was quite aware of it. A drumming began in her ears and a red haze dropped in front of her eyes and only slowly lifted to each lash. She was becoming a little light-headed when the dozen was ended. For the first time Nurse Erikson applied stimulants, while the cruel group crowded around the tortured girl.
The whipped back was a cruel sight.
Not that it was a bloody, raw shambles as it well should have been with such punishment. Far from it. The two expert whipper girls had performed their task with the skill of true craftsmen and their performance was flawless; not a drop of blood showed on the crimson, swollen flesh. Quite a few abrasions, particularly from the lash ends, were visible, but no actual bleeding marked the whipped surface.
This latter was nevertheless a ferocious sight. Now a deep dark red all over and with quite large areas turning a purple-blackish hue, the poor back gave evidence of a savage punishment.
Their cruel inquisitiveness satisfied, they waited while Doctor Morelli made her routine heart examination.
"She's still fairly strong, but not so strong as before, she said directly to Johnny. She hesitated as he inquired as to if it were worth while carrying on still.
"Only on the basis of my examining her after every couple of lashes," the doctor replied firmly.
Johnny nodded. To his mother's surprise he gave the order to carry on!
Gloria, a little revived by the break, screamed loudly twice as the pitiless whip scoured her raw back.
While Doctor Morelli again examined Gloria, his mother seized her son's arm. "No more, Johnny, please," she said urgently. "It's not wor-th spoiling her for a few lashes. The poor girl's all in!"
Doctor Morelli spoke. "You might get another half dozen at most," she announced. "Gloria is weakening now!"
Johnny replied: "Good, no more then, but I'll give the girl's a whip apiece at her cunny."
Lucille and Judy nodded, then both skipped to the shackled victim as the others watched. Quickly they ripped and pulled the girl's panties from her hips, fully baring her body for the first time.
Each then stepped back and swung their whips!
The two strokes cracked in quick succession between Gloria's parted thighs on her twat. Her shrieks rang through the whipping room.
"EEEEAARRGGHHHH ... !! AAHH ... !! OH!! ... Oh!!" and
It was a fitting finale to the cruelly severe formal whipping of the lovely girl.
The two whippers were just as eager to get her down as they had been to whip her a moment ago. Her straps and shackles were opened in a minute and she was supported by the black girls while Nurse Erikson pushed the medical table close to her to be lifted onto it. Doctor Morelli made a swift examination. "She's nearly all in, sir," she said to Johnny. "But not collapsing."
They wheeled the table into the sick room a few doors down the corridor and Gloria, sobbing and groaning weakly, was transferred to the examination table, where the medics worked to fortify her. Soon she was reviving, especially since they then began to ease her pain as much as possible. Johnny cradled her head in his arms as the others worked on her bare body. For once he didn't think of fucking her-perhaps the whole scene had been a little too "clinical"?
Johnny and his mother remained with her all the time, while the black girls waited outside to take care of her. as required. When she was more comfortable they carried her to the big bathroom and bathed her, so that Doctor Morelli and the nurse were able to dress her back before she was put into bed.
Johnny's mother sat with her for quite a long time, until the doped girl drowsed off into sleep.
The mother and son talked after she went to sleep. "She's a marvelous girl," said the older woman. "You are a lucky fellow, Johnny."
"Huh, huh," he replied, "Yes, I'll not part with Gloria for a long, long time."
"If ever dear," she said gently.
He gazed at her with a rueful look. "Perhaps I'm in love with her, " he said. "But what she's had here today and earlier is hardly the best form of courtship, mother."
"Do you think that a girl not in love would have volunteered for today's ordeal?" countered his mother as she rose to leave.
Later they talked of other things. "How is the fuck demonstration business going on at your end, mother?" he asked. His mother smiled sweetly and said, "Excellently. I just really can't get enough beautiful girls-really lovely ones, you know, are the reason why my prices are so high-to fulfil the demand for fuck shows. Your Gloria would be first-rate but apart from you, I've quite taken to her, my dear, so I would never use that cunt for other's entertainment."
"How did that lovely half-Chinese girl pan out?" he asked her.
The older woman frowned. "One of my few failures, dear boy, in spite of being very persistent. She eventually lost her mind being screwed so much. In the process of having twenty or thirty cocks a night she lost her senses completely. I let McAllister have her in the end. You know what that will mean eventually!"
He nodded grimly. "Sold to a whorehouse in Brazil," he murmured.
"How are Jane and Margot?" he asked with a grin.
Laughing his mother replied, "Fine, just fine."
She went on, "You know, I really never thought they would keep their figures, being so voluptuous, but they have and they are so popular with my audiences. They are asked for so often that they can't possibly keep up. They were both in bed resting when I left as the result of a big orgy. They really were all fucked out!"
Johnny chuckled. "I've got a girl in the special wing that you can take back with you, if you like, mother. I've had her a few months and given her a few good floggings, which she's taken very well, but I've also given her a good deal of our persuasion, mostly with the electrodes. She should take to your discipline very well. She's a lusty twat, a black-haired version of Margot. They are very much alike in build, heavy hips and massive asses, though firm enough, with those lusty big titties that is only sagging a little. Her figure-is quite firm-the flesh and muscles are good. Perhaps you'd like a look at her tomorrow."
"Yes, indeed, Johnny," she said, "Then in the next few days, while Gloria is in bed, you can have a good look all around, okay?" he asked. His mother nodded. "Delighted, it's months since I did that and you've made some changes since then."
"Perhaps before you go back, it may be possible to see one or two more girls from the hobo camp," he suggested. "My contact has given me some interesting news on some lovely cunt there now."
She nodded. "Yes, certainly, I would be glad to have any pussy available," she answered.
CHAPTER 6
When Gloria was recovered she joined them in their pleasures and she was quickly initiated into one of the estate services that she h dn't previously known about.
One morning she was dressed in a light-weight riding habit and come out to meet Johnny and his mother similarly garbed.
"We are going to the little lake this morning, Gloria," said Johnny as he kissed her. "I think you will enjoy the ride."
She noticed that they were all wearing little spurs, including herself. This made her wonder, because she knew Johnny had not worn them, nor had she, when they had gone riding before.
Once outside, however, the problem was solved.
No horses met her gaze, but three immensely powerful black women. All three were tall, but it was their build which impressed her. They were majestically built, with powerful thighs and heavy, full asscheeks. Their titties were big, full and voluptuous.
The second feature was the rig they were carrying. Briefly, each carried on her back a saddle via harness that encompassed their waists and shoulders. The saddles were equipped with stirrups in the usual manner. Each wrist was shackled by a short chain to the waistand, while bit and reins were fitted in each mouth. Each was gloved and booted, but was otherwise nude.
Gloria was handed a long riding crop which was unpleasantly supple. Johnny and his mother were carrying similar ones. They all went down to have a look at the 'mares'. They were certainly three fine, strong specimens and looked quite capable of carrying the heavy burdens of the three people.
Johnny and the two women then mounted and settled into their saddles. Gloria found that the black woman beneath her adjusted herself to her weight by leaning forward to balance it, so that Gloria found her seat quite natural and easy.
She tried the reins and handled her whip. Johnny called to her: "Don't try to urge these blacks with anything but whip and spur, dear. The whip is easiest down the front of their bodies, while your spurs rake naturally over their big asses, though you can gouge forward around their navels. But you'll soon get into it, darling."
Gloria nodded. She watched the others. Johnny and his mother both slashed their human mounts; Gloria's arm rose and fell, imitating what the others had done.
They were off, but as yet only walking. But after a while they were whipped up to the trot and this was kept up for quite a long time. Gloria listened to the heavy breathing of her mount but the woman was fit and powerful and she trotted on without effort, it seemed. It was fun! This she really enjoyed!
The trio proceeded until they were within view of the lake, to which the path very gently sloped over a next hundred yards. Johnny looked at his two companions. "Race?" he grinned. His mother laughed and nodded. Gloria gleefully agreed. "Then-go!" he shouted and slashed the mount, at the same time trowelling her fleshy flanks. A yell came from behind the bit, while the big black woman spurted into a run!
His mother had emulated him and Gloria was not far behind them! She raked her heels backwards and inwards and a shriek ripped from her mount. In answer she slashed the black titties behind her as the mare bounded forwards, then again and again as they got up speed. She was lying just behind the other two, who were neck and neck, both whips rising and falling on black, sweating flesh and the steel ramming into big, fleshy asses.
This continued at a fast pace until the lake shore was very near.
Gloria then noticed that Johnny was beginning to fall behind his mother, who held the lead now. She laid her big whip once, twice, thrice to her own mount, the last being a long whip down the black's navel that must have nicked her twat, for she bounded past Johnny's sweating and bleeding human mare and began to gain on his mother's.
Gloria tried a new trick. She eased one spurred boot forward in its stirrup and carefully felt around. Then with a cruel twist she trowelled her black woman's cunt between her pounding thighs. A scream of anguish ripped from behind the bit but the result was electrifying; her mount shot forward despairingly to pass the older woman only a few yards from the end of the path.
A wave of laughter ran around the three as they reined in their exhausted, gasping and swaying blacks and dismounted. They heaved for breath, lathered in sweat, while for the first time Gloria could see the effect of the spurs; their hips were badly lacerated and bloody, while runs of blood trickled down their thighs and legs. Her own was none the less marked than the others and in addition her mare had a ripped cunt. She was oozing blood between her thighs as well. Some of the heavy whip strokes had drawn blood too.
"You've christened your mare splendidly, my dear," laughed the older woman. "Congratulations on your victory, too-you ran a splendidly timed race. I see that you have used your spurs to excellent advantage."
They reined the bleeding blacks to the trees and left them while they sat and talked for a while before deciding to return. They rose and unfastened their mounts and swung into the saddle. As the path from the lake down which they had raced sloped slightly uphill away from it, they walked the mounts until they reached the crest before applying the whip to get them up to the trot.
The trio pushed their mounts steadily but not heavily for most of the way back, letting them down to a walk from time to time to draw breath, and relying only on their whips for keeping the black human mares going. This continued until they were only a short distance from their starting point.
Johnny's mother at last said, "Shall we run them hard for the last stretch?" Her son and Gloria agreed and the whips rose and fell, while cruel spurs raked the ebony flesh again. Screams ripped once more from behind their bits and the three big blacks urged forwards.
They were not particularly being raced, only ridden fast as a group to end the ride, but the mares suffered severely. All three riders punished them heavily. Johnny's mother was riding a black girl with extremely heavy tits and she mercilessly thrashed the bounding flesh. Gloria laid on powerfully, back and front, the thwacks of her rod sounding above the thud of their racing feet. The spurs gouged into the great juddering asscheeks and the red blood streaked and dappled their quivering legs. Fresh red streaks mingled with the dried blood of their previous trowelling.
Once dismounted, they looked at the suffering mounts again with their heaving whipped tits and torn hips and asses. The wounding looked frightful, with so much blood showing, yet Johnny was unimpressed. "A few good rubs with salt and lemon-juice will heal them well enough in a few days," he laughed. "These girls are well used to it. It's their sole job and they don't have to do it every week or even every day." The sweating, bleeding human mares were taken away.
A few days later Johnny's mother departed, taking with her the brunette that Johnny mentioned earlier and another girl that he had obtained at the last moment. She parted from Gloria, very gently, and said she would see her again in a few weeks.
Not many days later Gloria and Johnny went riding again, as by now the lovely girl's freedom was quite assured. Their two human mounts were rigged as with the other three black girls, except that they wore no spurs. Instead from the reins a cable led to a device that was fitted on their cunts. "This," said Johnny, "is an underbelly spur, for use on mares that one doesn't want to scar with ordinary spurs." He went on, "The rider merely squeezes the handgrip attached to her reins and the little spur under her jerks a little way along its rack, repeating this every time, until after a while the twat is raked from end to end."
Gloria could appreciate this consideration for the pair they were to ride. Either half-breeds or quadroons, they were of wonderful physique. As tall as herself or taller, they were splendidly developed, with very ripe hips and asses and very heavy, fleshy titties. Against their lighter skins the spurs would have made dreadful scars and these girls had lovely skins. However, with the pussy-gouger and whip, it seemed as if they would be well enough driven. Johnny and Gloria mounted and laid on their whips. The brown girls jerked into life and the ride was on.
They rode towards the little lake, with whips lacing their mounts from time to time. Gloria's mare was the heavier tittied of the two and her whip was a short one with a loaded end. It fell naturally to the bouncing knockers and the thwack of its impact thrilled the lovely rider, as did the muffled cries that came from behind the bit. Then they reached the top of the sloping run to the lakeside, and by mutual agreement, the underbody spurs were rammed in! Shrieking, the two brown bodies spurted forth.
With her spur being applied from time to time and her whip rising and falling continuously, Gloria drove her human mare ruthlessly, and Johnny did likewise, so that this time he was the winner. They dismounted and Johnny removed the picnic basket and rug that had been strapped under the saddles. As Gloria tied the sweating, whipped mares, she noticed blood running down their inner thighs from the pussy-scrapers. Standing back, she then laid several hard lashes of her whip across the heavily thrashed boobies of her mount as a reminder not to lose a race!
Then they picnicked by the lake under the shade of the trees, after stripping and plunging into its cool waters. Then they fucked furiously on the rug. It was then that Johnny took his mother's advice. He proposed to Gloria as she lay in his arms and she accepted him.
They rode back to the house in a quiet, reflective mood.
* * *
Gloria made Johnny an ideal wife for she never interfered with his amusements, rather she immersed herself in them and helped him to develop new ones as well as taking over many of the administrative activities.
Indeed, she became a true bride of the lash!
-THE END
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PART TWO
CHAPTER 1
Cynthia arrived at Edward Lassiter's school, a small ultra-select establishment set in a lonely but beautiful part of the Alps. It catered to wayward girls who needed correction and training. As such, it had been chosen by Mrs. Partington, Cynthia's stepmother, to accept her for a short period of time.
Though some twenty years of age, the girl had been particularly troublesome to her stepmother and had culminated her difficulties in becoming involved in a divorce case., narrowly escaping being charged as co-respondent and only barely evading floods of unwholesome publicity. Mrs. Partington had reacted furiously to her stepdaughter's stupidity. The startled Cynthia had been given a blunt ultimatum: either several months at her cousin's school, with it's reputation for strictness, or a similar or longer spell as an inmate in one of the establishments run by a religious order, which had the reputation of being downright harsh.
Though wanting neither, the rattled girl was not against being absent for a while, so she eventually chose to go to school with "Uncle" Edward, with whom she was vaguely familiar, rather than face the bleak harshness of the nuns.
So it was that not many days later she presented herself at the school. Outwardly it appeared normal. One large and several smaller buildings, heavily walled around, set in wooded country and without any sign of habitation nearby, it looked secluded enough for anyone's taste. She had been picked up at the airport by a car and its driver had handled her bags, so that her journey to the school was smooth and easy.
Once inside she was met by an oldish, smartly-dressed woman who introduced herself as Madame Jarvis, the Matron. This lady informed her that Edward Lassiter was absent and would return in a few days. In the meantime she would be shown to a room and would be required to change into school uniform. A maid would attend her.
Cynthia was shown to a small room. It was barely furnished and sparse, but adequate. She unpacked her cases and began to put her things away when a knock came at the door and a young woman in maid's attire entered.
"Good afternoon, Ma'am'selle," she said in excellent English. "I am Jeanette, your maid while you are here."
Cynthia returned her greeting and sized her up. A few years older than herself, Jeanette was of typical French peasant stock, though much smarter than most, of medium height and rather stockily built, not particularly good looking but pleasant enough. She was very dark.
Jeanette went on: "I am in complete charge-of you, Ma'am'selle, as Madame has no doubt told you." Cynthia nodded. "So you will be expected to obey any instructions that I give you."
Once Cynthia had settled in, Jeanette told her to change into school uniform, and this was done.
The tall girl contemplated herself in the mirror when she had changed into her uniform and conceded that it had been for the better. The basic was a silk, grey dress with a high, military type collar. The dress fitted her figure closely to the waist and then flared to a fuller skirt. Sheer dark stockings and high-heeled shoes completed the attire. A tall, well-built body was shown to advantage by this outfit and Cynthia had such a body.
For several days life was completely uneventful. Cynthia was not confined to her room, but she did not venture beyond the enclosing walls, confining her movements to the building and gardens. The place was seemingly near deserted; only a few people were about and no girls at all. Jeanette, who accompanied her at times, explained that this was due to the fact that they had all left for the long summer vacation only a few days before her arrival. It would thus be many weeks before she saw anyone of her own age.
Then one evening Jeanette said: "M'sieru Edward has returned, Ma'am'selle and will see you in the morning."
The next day Cynthia was led by Jeanette to a room some distance from her own. It was empty as they entered. With interest, the young girl gazed around her. It was a large and lovely place, with a large roll-top desk in one corner, well filled with bookshelves along one wall and various other items of furniture, such as chairs and a table. This latter bore a dictograph machine. The place seemed to be a combination of study and office, a fact which Jeanette confirmed.
Saying that M'sieur Edward would be along in a few minutes, the maid then left.
It was in fact only a moment or two later that Edward Lassiter entered to greet his new 'guest.'
Cynthia regarded him soberly. Though not unacquainted, she didn't know him well. Tall, dark and in his middle thirties, quite good looking, she thought, very lithe and virile.
He seated himself while the girl stood. They chatted for a short while, then Edward began to talk of her stay with him. Briefly he ran over some of the rules to be obeyed and so forth.
"You are probably aware that there are no other girls here right now," he said. "The long vacation has just begun so you will not see any for many weeks. So your treatment can proceed without any distraction."
He went on: "I don't want you to think you are a complete prisoner here. There will be a day off from time to time, if you are good, and we can go into town, or you can come down to the beach with me."
"We will begin tomorrow morning. Jeanette will prepare you as necessary. I might as well explain to you now that Jeanette will be much more than a maid to you while you are here. She will in effect be my deputy and you must regard any instructions or orders from her as directed from me. Do you understand, Cynthia?"
The girl nodded. "Yes, that is clear enough," she replied.
"Good," said Edward Lassiter.
A little later she dined with him and she found him a charming and courteous host.
* * *
The next morning Cynthia went through a range of exercises, including running and weight-lifting, under the direction of Jeanette, then the Frenchwoman towelled and groomed her fine young body and limbs.
"I will dress you and then take you to M'sieur Lassiter," announced the maid as she tossed the towel aside.
She drew on to Cynthia's long, firm legs a pair of sheer stockings and secured them by means of a pair of thin black garters. Then she drew onto the girl's feet a pair of black shoes with unusually high heels. Next a pair of supple black leather gloves, to mid-arm length, were drawn on. Apart from these items, Cynthia was quite naked.
The young Frenchwoman stood back and regarded her handiwork with satisfaction. "Good," she smiled. "Ma'am'selle presents a ravishing picture."
The 'ravishing picture' was rather puzzled. She was also hungry, having had no breakfast, but the maid offered no explanation.
Instead, Jeanette went to the door and held it open. "Now come with me, Ma'am'selle," she ordered.
"Like this? N-n-n-naked?" queried the girl.
"Certainly," replied the maid. "You have to obey me, you understand?"
Cynthia hesitated for a brief moment and then shrugged her shoulders. Still wondering just what this was all about, she stepped through the open door and let the maid pass in front of her to wherever they were going.
They didn't go in the same direction as before. A somewhat more circuitous route was taken, along several passages, until they came to a short flight of steps, beyond which was a landing and, in the wall behind, a closed door.
The two mounted the stairs and stood by the door. Here Cynthia was halted by the maid.
"Please stand here facing the wall," ordered the young Frenchwoman. "That's right, about a foot from it." She had indicated a place just to one side of the door, so that anyone entering or coming out would have to pass alongside her.
"Stand fully erect, ma'am'selle," she went on. "Legs together and quite straight, arms straight down the sides, head erect, tits out-you call it attention, yes?"
Cynthia obeyed. There was nothing unusual in all this-except her nakedness. Jeanette was satisfied at her stance.
"In a few moments M'sieur Lassiter will come up the stairs and pass through the door," said the maid. "You must stand absolutely still as he does so, not speaking. He will speak to you. Then when he has closed the door, count a hundred slowly-say a good couple of minuted-then knock on the door, open it without waiting for an invitation, go in and stand at attention before him. Is all that clear?"
Cynthia was blushing at the thought of standing naked before Edward Lassiter, but she nodded. "Yes," she said.
"Good," smiled Jeannette. "Then, now I will leave you."
Leaving the nude girl standing facing the wall, the maid went down the stairs and vanished along the corridor.
A few minutes later Cynthia heard footsteps approaching-the heavier, more measured tread of a man. Still standing perfectly still as directed, she quivered at the thought of his eyes upon her bare body; her ripe ass twitched in response. Without speaking, Edward came up the stairs and passed through the door, closing it behind him.
The girl followed her directions implicitly; she counted one hundred and knocked upon the door. Opening it, she passed through into the room and stood, once more at attention, before him.
She noticed that the room was light and airy-one side was completely made up of French windows, which were open, revealing a balcony outside and a small, wall-enclosed garden. The room was quite bare except for a writing desk at which Edward sat.
For his part Edward regarded the naked girl before him with appreciative interest. Cynthia was tall and she was of extremely fine figure. Long legs tapered up into long, lithe full thighs. She was quite small-waisted, but not too slim of hip; the rounds of these and the firm flatness of her belly, the latter well endowed by the fuzz of her prominent pussy, making a fine picture of young womanhood. Above the waist her torso was made prominent by a splendid pair of titties. Large and full, they were erect and high to an unusual degree, their perfect roundness admirably topped by the pink tips of her nipples.
"Good morning, my dear," he smiled at last, "you look extremely smart and beautiful." He went on: "Now stand facing the wall"-he pointed to a place to one side of where he was sitting-"as you were standing when I entered the room, without moving or speaking." Silently the girl obeyed.
Edward thus was able to gaze upon the charms of her back portions. Cynthia was quite broad shouldered and thus, with a slim waist, her back made a beautiful triangle, with firm flesh and muscle, straight and strong. Below it she presented a really fine ass. Not overlarge, perhaps, but certainly not small, its flawless proportions displayed two rounded, full, firm asscheeks with a deep cleft between. Edward's appreciative gaze lingered upon this area with almost joyous concentration.
Little did the naked girl, quivering with suppressed emotions under his burning gaze, realize what his interest in her splendid ass meant in terms of sheer pain to come!
For a good hour the scene was unchanged. Edward largely pursued his task of writing, only occasionally pausing to contemplate the vision of flesh beside him. For her past Cynthia held her posture very well. She made no sound and hardly any movement during this time.
Eventually Jeanette reappeared, bringing with her a luncheon cart with a selection of food.
"Stand easy for a while," laughed Lassiter. "You are very hungry, no doubt, so dig in. I'm not going to starve you, believe me!"
Rapidly enough the hungry girl obeyed, and for a while she ate and relaxed. Then Jeanette removed the food cart and Edward ordered her back to her original position, though this time facing outwards from the wall.
Thus time passed and at mid-day the young Frenchwoman reappeared, to take Cynthia away to her room to have an hour's rest. Towards two o'clock she showered her young charge and dressed her as before, before leading her back to the same room as in the morning.
This time Edward was already there, and the three then passed through the open windows onto the balcony. This was only a few feet above the ground and was without a hand-wall. Cynthia noticed a wooden erection set upon the ground close to the balcony at one end.
Edward indicated this device. "This is an adaptation of an old military punishment," he smiled. "It was known as the wooden horse in Cromwell's day, not the continental wooden horse, which was the rack. The idea is that you sit astride the wooden triangle with a leg down each side and with a weight on each leg. In the old days a heavy bundle of muskets was tied to each leg and ruptures of the loins were common, which was one reason why it was replaced as a disciplinary measure by flogging during the reign of Charles II, but we don't run that risk here."
"In your case you can ride the wooden horse for an hour with five pounds on each leg and for a second hour with the load doubled. That will be quite enough, especially as an initiation."
Cynthia listened to the ominous recital with dismay. If this was to be her 'treatment' on the very first day, what would she have to endure in the weeks and months to come? She trembled at the thought!
Jeanette now took charge.
"Come with me, ma'am'selle," she ordered, walking down the steps from the balcony to the flagstones below. Cynthia obeyed meekly, then with the maid mounted a few steps to a platform alongside the wooden horse.
"Sit yourself astride," commanded Jeanette and helped the naked girl to place herself upon the angle of the boards, with a leg hanging down each sloping side. Cynthia winced as the not inconsiderable weight of her own body caused the hard edge to dig into the softness of her ripe, young cunt. She braced herself with her hands to ease the strain, but this was not allowed!
"Hands behind your back, ma'am'selle," commanded Jeanette. Reluctantly Cynthia obeyed and quickly her gloved hands were handcuffed behind her. There was no chance of relieving herself now. Jeanette then descended to the ground and pulled the platform and steps away, so that the wooden horse and ist voluptuous 'rider' were standing apart.
But she had not finished. The maid now attached to each ankle a weight in the form of a weight carrier to make up the initial load of 5 lbs. on each leg. The nude girl felt the extra burden on her pussy quite distinctly. Jeanette finally remounted the balcony and placed upon the head of the helpless girl a coolie straw hat. This was necessary, as she was exposed to the full heat of the afternoon sun.
Edward, meanwhile, had seated himself in an easy chair, in the shade, only a few feet from the naked Cynthia, and contemplated the spectacle before him as Jeanette finally departed. The lovely flesh was already moist with sweat, it gleamed as she moved and quivered. Little gasps came from Cynthia's lips; already her slit felt as though it were slowly splitting!
CHAPTER 2
Cynthia groaned with anguish. She had lost the passage of time and her twat throbbed and ached abominably. Edward lazily opened his eyes and regarded her. The naked, sweating girl was writhing, she raised her stiffened legs as far as the limited movement of their weight shackles permitted, but nothing she could do could bring any ease to her stretched cunt. Her bare body seemed to be baking in the hot sun as it beat down on her.
Her inquisitor nodded in satisfaction. Young Cynthia was now beginning to suffer; it would be a long and continuing process. He thought, too, that it was fortunate that her fine skin was already suntanned all over, or she couldn't have been exposed to the strong sun in such a fashion.
Jeanette reappeared at the appointed mid-way mark. For a few minutes she gave the sweating girl a little ease by removing the weight from her legs and letting her flex and move her limbs, but then refastened the carriers to her ankles. Cynthia gave a groan as this was followed by the addition of a fresh weight, also of five lbs., to each leg. She was now carrying twenty pounds as well as her own weight upon her cunt and the extra load was a cruel burden. Exchanging a smile with her employer, the maid vanished again.
The next hour was more unpleasant than the first. Cynthia held in her anguish as much as possible, but it became too much, so she began to sob and whimper, tears coursed down her cheeks, her bare tits heaved to her gasps and sobs. Edward nodded appreciatively. The sight of beauty in distress did not disturb him unduly, and in this case the magnificent body of the naked girl gave promise of unusual endurance. Certainly this punishment should be well within her capacity to bear.
He gave her a little relief eventually, however. Some ten minutes before the time was up, he went down and removed theweights from her stretched, stiff legs, which also gave her the opportunity to move them about.
The young maid appeared right on time and with Edward's approval pushed the stand up to the wooden horse, mounted it and at once unfastened the handcuffs before helping the crying, stiffened girl to unseat herself from the hard wooden edge. Cynthia could hardly stand, let alone walk, for a moment or two the effort to get herself under way, even with Jeanette's assistance, was excruciatingly painful for a while, until restored circulation eased the soreness to some extent.
It was thus a very sore young lady who dined with Edward that evening.
* * *
The next morning was a repeat of the first. Jeanette gave her to understand that most mornings would be of similar pattern, but that the afternoons would present the variety and the pain! So it was that an apprehensive Cynthia was led before Edward after lunch to learn her fate again.
She was not left in ignorance for long.
"Today we make use of the yardbrush," he informed her with evident amusement.
"The ... yardbrush?" asked the naked girl.
"Yes, the yardbrush," repeated Edward. "You stand on tiptoe, astride a yardbrush. so that when your feet tire, your weight is settled upon the bristles."
Cynthia groaned inwardly. She was still very sore in her pussy from the previous day's session on the wooden horse and this promised to be at least as painful.
They passed out onto the balcony again and Cynthia saw that the wooden horse had disappeared. In its place was a low stand upon which she could see a yardbrush lying. She observed that the bristles had been cut the same shape as the wooden horse.
Jeanette took charge again. "Stand upon the platform, with a leg each side of the brush-head," she commanded. Reluctantly the naked girl obeyed. Once she was in position the maid bent down and began to turn a handle. Cynthia felt the yardbrush begin to rise up between her legs.
It might be mentioned here that this time she was without shoes and stockings which had puzzled her at the time but which now made sense as the yardbrush rose steadily between her thighs. "Up on your toes, ma'am'selle" came the order and, as she obeyed, the brush-head followed her up, until it came to rest touching the ripe lips of her cunt. She felt the first prick of her pussy as the bristles touched it and then the maid wound them down an inch or two.
The young Frenchwoman then handcuffed Cynthia's gloved wrists as before and completed her preparation by once more placing the big coolie straw hat on her head. With a final smile she departed, leaving her with Edward, having anchored the girl's ankles to the support of the brush-head.
For quite a while Cynthia held her position on tiptoe, resisting the growing desire of her straining arches to sag, but at last her body began to settle, until she felt the touch and prick of the bristles on her still very sore gash. The bristles had been cut at an angle to form the shape of the wedge and thus were rather more sharp than would otherwise have been the case. Gingerly she tried to let herself down upon them, as her arches seemed to be weakening and for a moment she thought it could be done, but as her body sank lower her full weight pressed her cunt upon the spiky bristles and a gasp of pain left her lips. With a convulsive effort Cynthia jerked herself up again.
The smiling Edward nodded as he watched this effort. He knew well enough that she could not sustain it for long, that her attempts were futile. Before long Cynthia must feel the full discomfort of her strained position.
This was not long in coming. Cynthia's arches could support her weight no longer. Again the soft, tender flesh of her ripe twat settled upon the bristles and this time she could not summon forth the strength to heave herself up. Whimpers of pain came from her lips as the throb grew down below.
Satisfied as to the effect of this cruel discipline, Edward lay back in his armchair, admiring the voluptuous spectacle that the totally nude girl presented, writhing and trembling in pain and once more glistening with sweat in the hot sun. As time passed he drowsed off, while poor Cynthia groaned and cried and from time to time lifted her raw slit off the spiky bristles, only to settle down on them again as her feet tired once more.
It seemed an eternity to the suffering girl that she stood there, her fuck-hole racked with fire, the hot sun on her bare body and her legs and feet cramped with stiffness. Edward lay back, enjoying the close, sweaty proximity of her gorgeous pulchritude. She was almost wihin arm's length of him-and time passed very pleasantly. Eventually, however, the period of punishment was over and Jeanette came promptly to release Cynthia from her strained position.
The maid unfastened her ankles and then wound the yardbrush well down so that the still handcuffed beauty could step away from it, then unfastened her wrists and led her onto the balcony, crying and groaning, for Edward's inspection. The smiling Edward surveyed her trembling charms and dismissed her into Jeanette's care.
The young Frenchwoman found that the ripe cunt of the lovely young girl was very sore, pricked and lacerated, so as Cynthia lay on her bed with legs apart, the maid soothed and dressed them. Cynthia blushed at this treatment, even from one of her own sex, but was glad of it none the less. The relief was intense.
That evening she dined with Edward again and eventually when the meal was over, she ventured the question of what forms her discipline was to take in the future, if she was permitted to know.
Edward informed her to some extent.
"I really have no fixed schedule of treatment extending over the days and weeks ahead," he said. "That I cannot have until I have a clearer idea of how much you can take and your general level of endurance, but I'll give you an idea of the rest of the week, if you like."
"All the mornings will be the same as the two you have experienced up to now," he began. "It's not unpleasant for either of us, while your nakedness gives a touch of beauty to the treatment. Tomorrow afternoon will be devoted to the arms stretch."
"The arms stretch?" questioned Cynthia. "What's that?"
"Exactly what it says," replied Edward. "You simply stand on tiptoe with your arms drawn up by the wrists to full stretch over your head. Eventually, as you have already learned today during the yardbrush exercise, the arches of your feet tire and you are left with all your weight hanging by the arms."
"Gosh, it sounds pretty steep," groaned the girl.
"Not easy, I'm afraid," replied Edward with a grin. "But not quite so hard as it seems, either. This time there is a break of ten or fifteen minutes, during which you are let down, between two spells of hanging of fifty minutes or so. The break makes a great difference, in fact."
Cynthia digested this unattractive picture for a moment or two and then shrugged. "It sounds awful," she muttered. "Though it could be worse."
"Very much worse," agreed Edward cheerfully. "You could, for instance, hang by your thumbs for a much longer period-or periods-with a fair-sized weight on each ankle."
Cynthia chose to ignore this statement. "What after that?" she pursued. "Up to the weekend, for instance?"
"Wooden horse and yardbrush for Thursday and Friday," he replied, smiling. "Perhaps not for such long periods as before, as I don't want you to be too sore down there." Cynthia blushed at this reference to her bruised pussy.
He went on: "Saturday we'll have as a day off; you will be glad of a break and some relaxation. We can do a little shopping and have a few hours on the beach."
The girl smiled at this, but his next words came as a thunderclap!
"On Sunday morning you are to have a good beating, my dear!"
The girl gasped and gaped at him in astonishment and disbelief.
"A beating!" she exclaimed, but before she could continue, Edward raised his hand to cut off her further speech.
"Yes, a beating," he repeated quietly but firmly. "Your stepmother has given me the go ahead to administer corporal punishment to the limit of your endurance, if necessary, and while you have actually been very good during our so far brief acquaintanceship, a good whipping takes some beating-if you'll pardon the pun-for establishing effective control of a person."
"A whipping," cried Cynthia, "What! With a whip?"
"No, a cane," replied Edward. "But you will find it effective enough, especially as I have had plenty of practice!"
Cynthia tried to press for details of his previous experience in applying the lash.
"How do I have the flogging?" she asked at last. "Not naked, surely...."
"How else?" replied her uncle. "Equally, surely it would be silly to be naked all week and then dress for the main punishment of the whole lot!"
Reluctantly, the flustered girl conceded the logic in this.
"You will have a couple of days in bed afterwards, my dear," he went on. "But one unpleasant little lot will follow. On the day after you get up we will go riding. You will be naked in the saddle, with fastened hands-and the stirrups will be crossed over the saddle in front of you!"
Cynthia regarded this picture with dismay and apprehension. She could well visualize the effect of the hammering of a hard saddle upon a very sore and beaten bare ass-assuming that the ass was the area afflicted and the riding punishment affected no other.
"Oh cripes!" she said "It sounds awful!"
"It's not intended to be easily endured," murmured Edward. "But at least it will give me a good idea of what you can stand-and for a week or two at least I will not be as severe."
Cynthia squirmed in her chair at the thought of what was to come!
Jeanette led Cynthia out onto the balcony where Edward was waiting. The girl was completely naked, but for gloves, as for the previous day's trial of the yardbrush. She saw, however, that Edward's armchair was at the other end of the little verandah and it was to this place that she was led.
"Stand with your back to the wall, ma'am'selle," commanded the maid, as she pulled a small set of steps closer. "Now, arms above the head, full stretch." Cynthia obeyed in silence. The young Frenchwoman mounted the steps and, taking her gloved wrists in turn, secured them by straps to two rings which hung from above. She then descended and pushed the steps away, before bending to turn a crank fixed into the wall. Almost immediately, the naked beauty felt an upward pull on her raised arms and she rose on tiptoe to avoid being wound up as a dead weight.
Jeanette wound slowly until she was satisfied that Cynthia was fully stretched even though she was now on tiptoe and then, as before, she wound the girl down for a couple of inches, to give her a little play. This time however the captive was not in the sun, so she did not put the coolie hat on her head.
Her task completed, the maid stood back with Edward to admire the picture that the nude Cynthia presented. The long-limbed girl was seemingly very tall in her tip to toe stretch, while the fine sculpture of her splendid torso was accentuated by her upstraining posture. The muscles of her belly showed hard and firm, while her lovely erect breasts were even more prominently displayed.
Jeanette finally departed.
Edward settled himself in his low chair, almost directly in front of the naked beauty. Cynthia's well-haired cunt was prominent in her position; her cheeks flamed again as she saw that his smiling face was on the level of her pussy.
Cynthia was a strong girl and this, coupled with the play that Jeanette had allowed her, enabled her to avoid undue fatigue for some time, especially as she introduced a method of standing on one foot while she flexed the other and bent the leg to delay the onset of cramps. Doing this in turn extended her resistance for some time. Edward watched this performance with pleased admiration; she must obviously suffer in the end but she was making a fight of it.
However, her upstretched arms began to cramp and eventually as her arches tired, Cynthia's weight settled upon her upper limbs and armpits, to her acute discomfort and ultimate pain. Her gasping breathing became more open sobs and moans began to leave her parted lips, while the vigor of her irregular breathing agitated the proud mounds of her lovely titties. The watcher absorbed with eager attention these evidences of her growing pain; the splendid girl was obviously in great pain.
The pain grew to unbearable proportions. Cynthia was crying and sobbing bitterly and cries and whimpers were sounding steadily when Jeanette appeared after some fifty minutes and wound her down and released her. For ten minutes the maid vigorously massaged her arms and ankles, so that these useful items were considerably eased. For perhaps another five minutes the girl was allowed to relax before, at Jeanette's command, wearily placing herself in position to be hauled up again. The young Frenchwoman then methodically wound her up to her original position before she departed again. This time the stretched girl was starting from a condition of some strain and whil she religiously performed the drill that had proved so effective earlier, it was noticeable that she began to make audible signs of pain more early in the punishment. Edward noticed that she was sweating more profusely now, always a sign that the pain was mounting.
So far most of her second ordeal poor Cynthia was in much pain, while Edward watched her reactions and endurance closely, particularly as he was going to flog the girl well in a few days' time. He was very satisfied by the way in which she had endured her treatment up to now; she gave promise of great fun in the flogging-room!
So a few minutes before her time was up he released her without waiting for Jeanette to appear, holding the crying, sweating, naked girl in his arms as she sagged weakly forward, her cramped, numbed arms falling limply to her sides. When the maid appeared on the scene, she spent several minutes massaging the stiffened limbs before leading Cynthia away for a much-needed hot bath.
* * *
During the afternoons of the next two days Cynthia was treated to a repeat of the wooden horse and the yardbrush disciplines, but only for an hour of each, thus her sensitive cunt was not quite as sore as after the first two days. And certainly she could not complain of the treatment she received from Jeanette; the young maid tirelessly refreshed and tended her, so that the unpleasant week passed off with surprisingly little effect upon the beautiful girl.
On the Saturday she performed no disciplinary exercises at all. She was gaily and smartly dressed to present herself before her uncle and he was most charming and considerate. Together they spent the day away from the school, first in the nearby town where they spent some time in the shops and viewing the local sights. This was an area with which the girl was unfamiliar and she thoroughly enjoyed it.
A few hours followed on one of the nearby beaches. She was used to being in the hot sun, considering the progression of disciplinary measures of the past few days, but at least the experience of plunging herself in the sea was a welcome change; a long swim was a delight.
Then on to a good dinner at an excellent restaurant before being driven back to the school in the evening. Edward had been a most enjoyable companion all day and she had fully responded to his gaiety and charm, but on the drive back both became rather quiet and introspective. Edward may have had to concentrate on his driving on the narrow and winding mountain roads, but on Cynthia's part it was due to a growing realization that the morrow would bring her an unpleasantly painful physical ordeal-a flogging!
CHAPTER 3
The next morning Cynthia was wakened and put to work by Jeanette as usual, running and exercising, followed by a more thorough than usual bath and body-grooming. At this stage she was joined by a second maid, a black girl by the name of Maxine and probably of about her own age. This newcomer assisted Jeanette with Cynthia's preparation for her flogging.
The beautiful Cynthia, her toilet ended, stood naked awaiting the next stage of developments.
Maxine quickly sheathed her long legs in sheer dark hose, then slipped a pair of dark narrow garters over them to just above the knee, before rolling the stockings down to them. Jeanette was waiting with a pair of black boots to put on her feet. Cynthia regarded these with interest; they were high ankle height but their most conspicuous feature was their extremely high heels. The naked girl felt herself rise on tiptoe as she was laced into them.
The black girl followed this by enclosing her hands in the usual black gloves and with that Cynthia was ready-no, not quite.
"Hands together behind your back, ma'am'selle," ordered Jeanette, who was holding a length of cord. As Cynthia obeyed, the maid swiftly bound her wrists securely together.
"Elbows together as near as you can, ma'am'selle," was the next order. A strap was passed around them and pulled tight so that Cynthia's knockers arched out as she gasped at the strain. Her lovely tits jutted out arrogantly upon her straining torso-as they were obviously intended to by this drill.
Jeanette was obviously pleased at the result.
Maxine meanwhile adjusted the roll of the stockings above the girl's knees and explained to her: "M'sieur Edward wants the thighs quite bare, ma'am'selle, for they are part of the flesh to be punished."
This didn't comfort the naked and frightened girl!
"Come now, ma'am'selle, we are going to the punishment room," said Jeanette, smiling. "M'sieur Edward will be waiting for us.
Cynthia's belly heaved and she swallowed, but her pride would not let her show fear before the servants; she stepped forward and out of the room, accompanied by the maids.
As they paced the unfamiliar corridors, Cynthia realized how much her present bonds displayed her charms. The stilt-heels thrust her ass out to a remarkable degree, while her bound arms thrust out her tits so that her belly was a long, firm curve. The maids marched her quickly; the result was that her big boobies juddered and flapped vigorously. She quivered at the thought of being paraded before Edward in such manner.
Then they passed through a door and Edward was there! Her feelings of embarrassment were lost in the realization that this was the punishment room! Ignoring his pleased interest in her naked form, she gazed apprehensively around this dreaded place.
The room, of moderate size, was quite bare, except for one piece of 'furniture', if the wooden erection before her could be described as such. It was basically a stout plank, set on end and mounted from floor to ceiling. From one edge two planks formed a vee with the apex joined to the upright, their wide spaced lower ends set to the floor and a little way up holding leg-straps. About face level, on the other edge of the upright, were held a pair of handcuffs. A form of saddle was above the vee apex and seemed to be adjustable by a lever mechanism. With the saddle was a heavy waist belt.
Edward had greeted the pale, trembling girl, who had murmured a low reply.
Jeanette once more became master (or mistress) of ceremonies.
"Stand to the frame, ma'am'selle, between the two sloping planks", was her first instruction. Quivering, the naked and bound girl obeyed.
"Bend forward so that your belly button lies on the saddle and your tits come each side of the upright," was the next command. Cynthia placed herself as directed and the strong belt was drawn tight across the small of her back. She was, thus, held down.
Maxine now deftly unfastened her wrists and elbows, Only to raise her arms forwards and upwards so that she could secure the wrists in the handcuffs. Then, without speaking, the two maids each seized a leg, lifted it onto its appropriate plank and tightly strapped the ankle.
One more operation remained. Jeanette worked the lever and Cynthia raised herself feeling the saddle move against the pit of her belly; her ass rose in response until her body was arched back grotesquely.
She was now positioned to get the lash!
The two maids, with obvious regret, then marched out of the flogging room.
Cynthia was only too aware of how her ass and cunt was prominently, no brazenly, displayed to Edward's amused view of her posture. Her wide parted thighs and humped ass must make a wonderful combination of asscheeks and twat. She turned red and turned her head away as he approached her.
"Well, my dear, yon look ravishing," he laughed.
"Now don't worry. It will hurt for a while but it will soon be over."
As he spoke he ran his hand over the firm planes of her bare back, the tanned skin silky to the touch, the flesh beneath it firm and strong. She quivered violently as his fingers slid to her tits, rising so erectly from her arched body.
This lovely tit he skillfully manipulated, squeezing and stroking the fleshy mound until it began to harden, at which he delicately transferred his attentions to the pink nipple, the little bud hardening up in its turn. When he gave her swelling titty a hard squeeze Cynthia could not contain a gasping groan of rising passion.
Edward laughed at the result of his tit-rubbing. He explored more fully the charms before him.
He stroked and lightly slapped the velvety columns of her full thighs, these beauties trembling and straining to his touch, before similarly playing with the cheeks of the full, firm ass. A gasp from the helpless girl rewarded him as he pulled the two asscheeks apart to gaze the better at her little crinkly ass hole.
But she could not contain a cry of mental anguish as he delved deep into her ripest, secret cunt, probing the secrets of her young pussy without apology or permission. Nor did he spare the soreness of her punished cunt-lips. He nipped the swollen lips of her gash and examined the prickly markings of the bristles that had punished her so intimately.
Edward tired of this play and left the room for a brief period. When he returned he carried a cane!
Flexing this ominous instrument in his hands, he approached the tied Cynthia and held it out for her anxious inspection.
"About forty inches long, thin, hard and very supple," he informed her. "Just the thing for those two fine thighs and ripe young ass. I'll see what effect thirty strokes has on your flesh, my dear."
Cynthia wriggled and squirmed without result against her bonds, while a whimper of fear came from her lips. Edward distinctly heard her fart in fright.
"As I said before," he went on, "it will hurt severely for a short while, but you can be soothed pretty quickly afterwards and it will soon be over."
He unhurriedly stepped away from the frame and began to measure his distance for striking, positioning his stance for the task before him. This arranged to his satisfaction, he addressed the trembling girl.
"Shall we begin, my dear?" he smiled.
Cynthia gave a muffled 'yes'-to say 'no' was useless!
Edward swung his arm....
SWISSHH ... !! a hard stroke sliced across the middle of the full asscheeks. Cynthia heaved silently-except for a muffled gasp-while a thin red welt sprang to life across her fair skin.
SWISSHH ... !! to the top of the soft ass.
SWISSHHH ... !! low across the base of her buttocks. Cynthia took this painful cut in silence, but she heaved more strenuously.
SWISSHHH ... !! Edward moved higher and sliced diagonally across the right cheek so that the cane curled round and down the inside of her right thigh.
SWISSHHH ... !! diagonally across the left cheek, so that the cane end dug into the junction of ass and thigh.
SWISSHHH ... !! moving downwards again, he laid a stroke hard and straight across the top of her thighs. While this stinging half-dozen had welted her flesh, Cynthia hadn't cried out. Edward now crossed over to the other side.
SWISSHHH ... !! for the first time a strangled squeak was wrung from her as the cane seared the tender flesh of the bottom of the asscheeks.
SWISSHHH ... !! across the tops of her thighs-Cynthia mastered herself; she gave no sound.
SWISSHHH ... !! the diagonal stroke around and down the inside of her right thigh caused her to writhe and twist more than usual. Edward noticed that her lips were bleeding from her efforts to hold back her pain.
SWISSHHH ... !! the slanting cut over the left cheek brought the tip to gouge that sensitive junction of asscheek and thigh.
SWISSHHH ... !! the twelfth slosh across the lower cheeks at last resulted in a whimper of anguish from the flagellated girl.
SWISSHHH ... !! Edward just carried on from his existing stand and this hard back-hander seemed to land upon the last. Cynthia gave a groaning wail-her anguish was becoming too great to be held in.
SWISSHHH ... !! and with cruel persistence the flogger laid to the same spot once more. Cynthia's head jerked back even more as she leaped in her bonds; her scream rang through the whipping room.
"AAARRGGGHHH ... !! AAAHHH ... !! OH! ... OH!"
Edward laughed triumphantly. Cynthia was a brave girl but she couldn't endure such a caning in silence forever.
SWISSHHH ... !! he welted the inside of her right thigh once more, while the girl attempted to master herself.
SWISSHHH ... !! but in vain as he laid a hard cut across the center of her plump ass. Cynthia's scream rang unnoticed through the room.
The flogger now passed behind her to resume his original stance. He nodded to see that the concentrated strokes across the base of her asscheeks had drawn blood from around the curve of the left cheek. To this area again he laid on the whip....
SWISSHHH ... !! the girl's shriek pealed out again as the rod scoured her flesh.
SWISSHHH ... !! to welt the inside of her left thigh....
SWISSHHH ... !! high to the neglected tops of her asscheeks.
SWISSHHH ... !! again the cane seared the low cheeks of her now heavily welted ass.
SWISSHHH ... !!
SWISSHHH ... !! twice Edward slashed the centers of the tossing ass. At each stroke now Cynthia shrieked ... Edward now moved again, nearer to her left shoulder and viewed the writhing, howling beauty. Her naked body squirmed and trembled, sweating in pain, while her sobbing breath heaved her big titties. She was certainly in pain but looked fit and strong. His arm rose and fell....
SWISSHHH ... !! to strike at a new target. The supple cane curled over the welted left asscheek for the end to vanish between her parted thighs! Cynthia's scream of agony reached a new high note at the pain and shock of being lashed on her cunt.
"EEEAARRGGHHHH..!! . .AARRGGHH. .!! . .OH!!"
Edward paused to savor his triumph and then moved casually to the other side of her. His arm rose and fell....
"EEEEAARRGGHHHH ... !! ... AARRGGHH ... !! ... NOT THERE AGAIN ... PLEASE ... PLEASE ... OH!! ... OH!!" screeched the suffering girl as for the second time her lush twat seemed to have been split open.
Edward chuckled. "It will do you no harm, Cynthia," he murmured. "In fact, you will receive more before it's over."
He paused a while to examine the results of his handiwork. Her ass was now heavily welted, as were the tops and insides of her thighs. Blood had now been drawn from the hollow of the right cheek and blisters were rising in several places, notably on the lower portions. One lip of her fuck-hole was bleeding from the under-cuts. Satisfied, he resumed.
SWISSHHH ... !!
SWISSHHH ... !!
SWISSHHH ... !! three measured strokes from top to bottom of the asscheeks. Cynthia howled in agony.
SWISSHHH ... !!
SWISSHHH ... !!
SWISSHHH ... !! three similar cuts from the other side-the last hit low on the right cheek.
Here Edward laid his cruel rod aside for a moment. Standing behind the suffering, bleeding girl, he peeled off his shirt and slacks and with trembling fingers, revealing himself in only a brief belt around his hops and loins. He had laid on thirty strokes and Cynthia was well flogged, but he seized the cane again after stripping.
SWISSHHH ... !! right on the ripe twat the cane fell....
Cynthia was in such pain that she did not appreciate that Edward had stripped naked....
SWISSHH ... !! and yet again to her raw, bleeding crack he wielded the pliant cane.
"EEEEAARRGGHHHH ... !! AARRGGHH...! YOU'VE SPLIT ME ... I KNOW YOU HAVE ... OH ... !! ... OH ... !!"
Edward was oblivious to her shrieks and yells. His cane was cast aside and his hands dropped to his belt. With a deft twitch, this last garment was ripped from his loins!
Edward was stark naked and in full heat!
Immensely excited by his voluptuous victim, his passions were obviously at fever heat. His prick was at full erection already and a splendid cock it was! Though some eight or nine inches in length, it was not its length but its thickness that commanded respect-solid, with a large and swollen cock-head it looked a ferocious weapon to thrust into Cynthia's young fuck-hole.
A thrust it most certainly was. Edward hastened to place his lusting dong between the lips of her cunt and then his eager hands clamped upon her titties. At once he rammed forward, the big head driving deeper and deeper into the girl's twat. Cynthia at last realized what the flogging had led to; she shrieked in a medley of pain and horror at her imminent rape.
In vain, of course! Edward was too inflamed by lust to heed her squeals and yells. They served, if anything, to urge him to sturdier efforts. It only seemed a moment before a louder, more piercing scream indicated that Cynthia's last defense had been broken. He had broken her cherry and was into the deepest part of her cunt.
Edward was certainly fucking hard and furiously. His hard belly slapped vigorously against her bleeding asscheeks as he pistoned in and out, his breath coming in gasping spurts. With his passions so fully aroused to begin with and his fucking so lusty, it was not long before he shot his load. With a gasping roar his tide of hot sperm engulfed her hot pussy.
For a moment he lay still upon the helpless Cynthia, then he hauled himself off her, his prick reluctantly dragging itself out of her wet, clinging slit. Quickly, he unfastened waist, ankles, and wrists, so the whipped and ravished girl was at last freed. Pain and shock had weakened her so that she could offer little resistance as he laid her on her back on the floor, to drop on top of her as soon as she was in fucking position.
With his prick already hugely erect, he forced himself again into her bloody and sperm-filled twat. Perhaps Cynthia didn't offer the resistance she might have done; he was pleasantly surprised to find that she held tight to him as he clasped her in his arms. So lustful were his desires that he began to fuck her at once as his ass began to rise and fall once more as he screwed the whipped beauty. For a little longer he rammed this time, but the end was the same; Cynthia's womb was drenched once more with his sticky cum.
A little longer he lay upon the crying, groaning girl before rising from her. Without dressing, he walked over to the wall by the door and there he pressed a button.
Almost immediately the door opened and Jeanette and Maxine entered. They ignored their naked employer with the blood and sperm still smeared on his belly and prick and helped the thrashed Cynthia to her feet.
"Get her cleaned up and soothed as much as possible," said Edward to Jeanette. "She's had quite a stiff caning as you can see."
"Yes m'sieur," replied the maid.
"Then put her into my bed when she's ready," went on her employer. "She can have a couple of days' rest there."
The two maids assisted Cynthia to walk and between them the naked, whipped, fucked and crying girl was led from the flogging room.
CHAPTER 4
The two maids led Cynthia naked from her room. She was wearing only riding boots and gloves; her hands were tied behind her back and her elbows pulled in, so that her big titties joggled as she marched along. She was taken to the little balcony where she had begun her ordeals. There she noticed two horses waiting in the garden beyond, on the larger of which sat Edward.
"Good morning, Cynthia," he smiled. "We are going to complete your punishment by a couple of hours in the saddle without stirrups for you." Cynthia was conscious of her still sore and welted ass and thighs. This ride would be hell.
The second horse stood beside the balcony and she noticed the saddle at once. The leather and padding had been stripped off, so that only the bare, rough wood remained. She groaned; it would be worse than ever!
Jeanette freed her arms. "Mount, ma'am'selle," she ordered.
For a moment the nude girl hesitated, but obeyed as the order was repeated, standing in the stirrups to prevent contact of her beaten cunt with the harsh wood.
"Take your feet from the stirrups and lift them over the front of the saddle," was the next instruction.
Gasping, the girl gingerly settled her ass at last upon the saddle, reached down and lifted up the stirrups.
Jeanette handed her a short piece of cord. "Now tie the stirrups together," she commanded. This was done.
The maid then fastened a collar around Cynthia's neck, from which a short length of chain terminated in handcuffs. Taking the girl's gloved wrists, she snapped the cuffs over them. Finally she placed a riding cap on the prisoner's head.
"Ma'am'selle Cynthia is ready," announced Jeanette to Edward, who had sat in his saddle, amusedly watching the preparations.
With the rein of Cynthia's mount secured to his own, Edward spurred the horses into motion, walking them out of the garden, watched by the two maids. At once Cynthia was aware of the motion of the saddle against her sore flesh-while she was not bobbing up and down, its fore and aft motion rubbed against her. She gasped to the sting of it. This went on until they had cleared the walled enclosure and were into the woods beyond.
"A little trot, my dear," smiled Edward and urged the horses to greater speed. Cynthia, without any knowledge of riding began to bounce up and down, her bare asscheeks slapped upon the rough wood, its harshness rubbed her welted thighs. The pain mounted steadily and soon she couldn't contain her groans and sighs. Tears ran down her cheeks.
Edward had other entertainment from her. Naked as she was, her full, erect tits swung and juddered to each pace of the horse; the lively movements of her splendid flesh added lust to the bizarre punishment.
These wooded paths were all part of the extensive lands of the school, so there was no danger of meeting strangers.
They continued to the trot for a while, until Edward tired of it and eased the horses to a walk to give the sobbing girl some relief; but after a few minutes he spurred them on again. For a short while he held it at a trot, but then urged the mounts on, faster and faster.
Poor Cynthia, helpless in the saddle, bounced and jolted more and more as the pace increased, her bare ass hammering harder and harder and the sheer hurt of it growing until her ass felt as if it were on fire. She sobbed and cried and groaned, until her anguish could only be expressed by ringing yells. Her shouts rose loudly over the thunder of horses hooves.
How long Edward kept the horses at a fast pace she couldn't tell. Certainly it was for quite a while, for when he reined them in the nags were blowing. The suffering girl could only slump in the saddle, blubbering and whimpering. He stood the horses for a few minutes until she was more composed.
Then, for a while, he walked them along, just letting the saddle rub her beaten ass and cunt, listening to her groans and sobs.
Eventually he halted again and moved his horse alongside her until they were touching.
"Now, Cynthia, you've been a good girl," he smiled, "so I'll give you a little rest."
He went on, "Throw your right leg over my saddlebow," taking her around the waist as he spoke. "Now over."
With a heave the naked girl was hauled over to be seated in front of him on his horse, but he didn't unfasten her hands.
Once she was positioned, he urged the horses into a walk. Cynthia was immensely relieved; her sore ass was not much in contact with anything and it wasn't entirely a painful surprise when something hard and hot nudged up under her sore cunt and entered it. Edward was going to fuck her on horseback!
And this he performed very well. Once his stiffening, rising cock had driven the head well into her twat, he drove the horses up to the trot. The effect was most amusing and, indeed, most appropriate. As he was riding in the stirrups and Cynthia was not, the rise and fall of their bodies was not in tune and in consequence his prick rammed in and out of her as lustily as he could wish for. Cynthia couldn't imagine anything more soothing in comparison with the previous ride; she cried out with sheer pleasure as his hot, sticky sperm creamed her burning fuck-hole.
They rode on. Edward didn't withdraw from her and she enjoyed the feel of his big cock in her warm gash. Soon the motion had its effect as she began to feel it harden again, to swell and rise within her. At last, she gasped and cried out to his surging love juice as it flooded her again.
She hoped this meant that the ordeal of the bare saddle was ended, but not so. After a few minutes' ride to relieve them both, he pulled the other mount close in again.
"Over you go, Cynthia," he ordered. "We'll have a little more slapping of that welted ass of yours, my girl."
Reluctantly, the girl obeyed.
Edward resumed the cycle of punishment, first letting the saddle rub her ass and thighs to inflame them before speeding up the horses once more.
At the trot, poor Cynthia's ass began to flop up and down again. It was not long before she was sobbing bitterly, tears coursing down her cheeks to drip upon her bare torso.
Mercilessly, he spurred again; the beating of the rough wood wrung groans and screams from her as her helpless body heaved up and down. In her pain she weakly thought how awful the whipping had been when it was coupled with such an extension of pain as this.
At last he eased down to a walk again, to give the suffering girl some relief.
It was with eagerness this time that she swung herself over onto his saddle-bow at his assistance, especially as he announced that she would remain there until they reached the school. The punishment was ended. Nor did she flinch or wriggle when, once more, she felt his hot prick-head nose up against her sore twat, or when his rising cock forced it between the lips and into her inner fuck-hole.
At that point they were a considerable distance from the school and Edward did not force the horses to more than the trot on the way back, with the result that it was some time before his big prick, rising and falling within her, deluged her throbbing cunt with a further sticky flooding. Cynthia didn't care, she was only too happy to be relieved of the frightful pain of the saddle hammering her poor ass. It was quite unbearable after a while.
As before, Edward left his cock in her as they rode along and in such manner they passed the gate in the wall which enclosed the school grounds. In the inner gardens they rode up to the little balcony from where they had set off a couple of hours before, and where Jeanette and Maxine were waiting.
The two maids were highly amused at Cynthia's posture on Edward's cock as they helped her onto the balcony-in effect they hauled her off his fuck-pole, the helpless girl red to her breasts as they did so. Once she was standing on the flagstones, the two maids unfastened her handcuffs and removed the collar and chains before taking her away.
She was so tired and sore that she stayed in bed for the evening and Edward didn't order any more punishment for a couple of days.
CHAPTER 5
Edward smilingly regarded the naked Cynthia. She stood between the two maids, clad in boots and gloves only and with her hands bound behind her back. Her flogging was now a couple of weeks or more behind her and she had been receiving a daily discipline for some days now.
"This afternoon will be different, my dear," he announced cheerfully. "Jeanette and Maxine are entitled to a little fun for themselves, so I'm leaving your fine flesh to their tender mercies for the usual couple of hours."
"They'll do you no harm," he went on. "But you will certainly sweat."
Maxine went down into the garden and stood waiting.
"March, ma'am'selle," commanded Jeanette and emphasized her command with a sharp slap to Cynthia's bare ass.
The lovely girl descended to Maxine, who turned and began to lead her. Jeanette picked up a large bundle and followed behind.
The trio marched some distance through the gardens until they came to a quiet patch of grass almost entirely enclosed by fine rose trees. It was quite isolated and very suitable for their purpose. Cynthia saw that the garden included two very stout posts, about six feet high and four feet apart. A horizontal bar ran between them, perhaps three feet or more from the ground. To this frame she was propelled by the maids, to stand with her back against the cross-bar.
Jeanette laid her bundle on the ground, opened it and from it took a number of lengths of cord.
"Open your legs really wide, ma'am'selle," she ordered. The pale girl obeyed and the pair each tied an ankle to the bottom of the uprights. This lowered her body and the crossbar came now into the small of her back.
Maxine then unbound her wrists and each maid took an arm, raising it upwards and outwards so that they could bind the wrist to the upright. Jeanette and Maxine then surveyed their handiwork; Cynthia was very effectively spread-eagled-everything was accessible!
From her bound position, the girl regarded the contents of the bundle as they were set out upon the grass before her. Some things were familiar-more cords, a roll of adhesive tape, bulldog clips, including both small ones and very large and powerful specimens-but others were not. She wondered at their purpose, with the unhappy feeling that she would not long remain in ignorance!
Jeanette and Maxine began to play with her, stroking, pulling, squeezing, especially her full titties and ripe ass and twat. Steadily the caresses became harder-Jeanette began to twist her tits, while Maxine used her strong fingers to pinch. All her sensitive, fleshy portions came in for the treatment and the pain began to be quite sharp. She was too proud to cry out or plead with the maids, but they could see the perspiration start out on her quivering skin-she was beginning to sweat!
They tired of this and began to slap her. Both maids were sturdily built with good muscles, and the whacks stung. Cynthia twitched and wriggled as the hard hands smacked her body all over-her belly, thighs, titties and ass-the soft flesh juddered under the pounding. Jeanette and Maxine slapped her until they were gasping, then stood back laughing to view her flushed body, red all over from the imprints of their hands.
The sobbing girl eased. Maxine chuckled to her friend "Again, Jeanette!"
"Yes," replied the young Frenchwoman. "But not just a smacking-put everything into it and make it more slow."
Cynthia soon learned what this meant. While Jeanette faced her the black girl went behind and concentrated on nature's sit-upon. While she slapped the girl's ass hard from time to time, she now resorted to hard punching again, not only of the plump asscheeks, but increasingly of the lips of her cunt. The naked girl gave a loud cry as the nipping fingers eventually found the soft lump of her clitoris and both nipped and twisted cruelly.
Jeanette meanwhile was not working very hard. She occasionally slapped the big tits and nipped them, but she seemed to be marking time until, however, she spoke to the black girl. "Stand back, Maxine dear, and I'll begin on these beauties."
The other obeyed and came around to see what was going to happen.
The young Frenchwoman took a firm grip upon Cynthia's left tit and squeezed until she gasped and then slowly, very slowly, she began to twist the heavy mound outward. As her flesh stretched, Cynthia groaned and then shouted, but cruelly the hand turned and the globe was further distended. Not until the naked girl shrieked in anguish did the maid realease the tasty knocker.
For a moment she rested and then the grip fastened onto the other titty. Equally slowly, it was twisted outwardly, again until she screamed, but this time the torture was not eased until the suffering girl begged the maid to let go.
Maxine was watching eagerly as Jeanette now gripped both the big boobies together and began to twist each outwardly as before. Poor Cynthia screamed again and again, for Jeanette prolonged the torture by slackening off and then twisting again. Desperately, she yelled for mercy.
"PLEASE ... PLEASE ... NO MORE, JEANETTE ... PLEASE," she begged.
The maid, satisfied, released her cruel grip and the helpless girl sagged in weary anguish against her boards.
Both women sat on the grass for a while to let her recover.
"Perhaps M'sieur Edward will let us whip you sometime" said Jeanette, laughing, as the girl revived, groaning. "Maxine and I often whip a girl-not only on her ass either-and I can assure you that we can make a very good job of it."
Maxine nodded. "Yes. I'm left-handed and Jeanette is right-handed, so we can work as a pair, cross-whipping. Very effective, too. At least we've never had a girl we couldn't break. Now and again we get a fine ass and tits to work on and that really hurts."
They gave her quite a good rest, but at last Maxine said "Time to sweat her again, Jeanette."
The two rose from the grass and rooted among the gear they had brought, each arming herself with bulldog clips. The French maid again reached for a sore titty; Cynthia flinched as a large clip enfolded a wad of flesh on each side, the other tit being similarly treated. When Jeanette popped the largest and most powerful pair of clips over Cynthia's nipple areas she couldn't restrain her groans.
Maxine waited until this was completed before reaching underneath to attach one to each lip of her cunt, but the most painful episode was when she burrowed between the throbbing lips to clamp one on the tender clitoris. And when she looped string through each clip and hung a weight there from, Cynthia could only writhe in her bonds, sobbing with the throbbing pain in her titties and gash.
The pair sat on the grass for a short while, watching her wriggle in pain, then arose and selected fresh items. Jeanette held one up; Cynthia whimpered as she saw it.
It was a thin cactus leaf, about eight inches long and bristling with scores of tiny spikes.
Laughing, the maids passed behind her out of sight, but at once she felt the cheeks s of her ass pulled apart. Then she squealed as the cactus leaf was laid out into the cleft between, from just below her 'tail' to the crinkly brown ass hole. But not so loudly as when the cheeks were pressed onto it and then bound into position with adhesive tape!
As she hung and shouted, the two came around to her front again. Jeanette removed the side clips from her breasts while leaving the big ones on her nipples. Maxine took off all those under her, but replaced the one on her clitoris, then she doubled the weight! For the rest of Cynthia's ordeal this little monster remained in place, the pain of it throbbing ceaselessly up from her pussy.
Soon the two resumed their slapping and pinching. Jeanette worked solely upon the huge knockers and writhing belly. Maxine went behind her and mercilessly punished the fine ass, but also kept up a sustained pinching of the ripe twat and tender inner thighs, using her finger-nails upon the most sensitive spots. Poor Cynthia hung and writhed in her bonds, crying and howling with the unceasing assault.
It seemed an eternity before Edward appeared and he watched the torment for a minute or two with amusement before ending it.
"Take her down, girls," he ordered at last.
Quickly the pair unfastened the naked, sweat-soaked girl. Her whole body was a mass of bruises, finger-marks and pinch-welts, especially around her ass and tits. Maxine removed the weight and clip from her sweaty cunt, while Jeanette untaped her ass and pulled out the cruel little cactus leaf.
"This last service left Cynthia on her hands and knees. Edward saw this as an opportunity.
"Hold her like that," he ordered the maids.
While they obeyed, laughing, he quickly removed his outer clothes and brief under garments, behind the sore and unsuspecting Cynthia. His purpose was quite evident to the maids, however, and they looked on in joyful anticipation.
Quite naked now, he stood behind the girl with his lusty prick already partly erect.
Then swiftly he knelt behind Cynthia's bare ass and applied the head of his rising cock to her exposed pussy, at the same time taking a firm clutch of her sore tits. The weary girl yelled at this surprise assault, but could do nothing about it, so tightly was she held by the two maids and so rapidly was his pecker into her. Quickly he set to work, his stiffening prick driving deeper and deeper into her ravished fuck-box.
Soon he reached full heat and his hard belly rose and fell against her sore ass, until with a lusty shout, he shot his load once again into her womb. Gasping, he withdrew from her under the gloating eyes of the two maids.
"Take her away," he said satisfied.
* * *
A few days later he told some news to the disciplined Cynthia.
"Your stepmother is coming for a few days' visit in a week's time," he said to the surprised girl. "So you will be able to see her."
Cynthia was not an enemy of her stepmother, so she expressed pleasure at the thought of seeing her.
"As it happens I had intended to flog you again at that time," went on Edward, "and as she has expressed a wish to see how you are being punished. It gives us both an opportunity to merge our wishes."
"So I have informed her that you are to have a good whipping while she is here and she has agreed to it. She has asked to be present during the chastisement and I have agreed to that."
This was not such happy news to the unhappy girl!
CHAPTER 6
Dora Partington had spent three days at the school, seeing it in general and in the company of Edward and Cynthia, enjoying the local amenities. On the morning of Cynthia's flogging, however, while the girl was being prepared, he showed Dora the whipping-room-not the small one in which her stepdaughter had first been caned, but the big one which was fully 'furnished' and which contained his extensive collection of whips, rods, birches, straps, etc.
The older woman had shown great interest in the room. Edward explained in detail the purpose of the various benches, frames and posts.
"Wherever possible the body is secured with the legs apart," he said. "As a few strokes or lashes are usually laid to the cunt in a flogging."
Dora smiled. "I can imagine the effect," she said. "I suppose Cynthia has already experienced such strokes."
Edward nodded and laughed. "Oh yes!"
His guest paused before a device in one wall. It was some sort of rest, with a spring behind it. Wrist and leg-irons were set into the wall around it.
Edward enlightened her.
"For torso flogging," he said. "The girl is put with her back to the board and spread-eagled by these irons. It's particularly effective for a girl with a good bust, of course. The whips and rods used are very light ones, naturally."
Mrs. Partington nodded.
"Cynthia?" she asked simply.
Edward said: "Well, I'd not really thought of it for her, but she is splendidly suited for it."
Dora agreed. "Yes, she has unusually large titties for a young girl. Perhaps later on, okay?"
They passed on and came to a large alcove. The sight of its contents drew a whistle of astonishment from the lady. "By jove!" she said. "What a collection!"
"They are a splendid lot, aren't they?" laughed her host. "Some have never been used, but the majority have-some have been quite well fleshed, for one finds some more handy than others."
Dora looked around. Apart from the pure flagellatory instruments, other objects were on view-jars and bowls and jugs filled with bunches of heavy nettles. She indicated these and asked their purpose.
"The jars are filled with salt-the coarse, strong stuff," he answered. "It is rubbed into abrasions and lacerations to extend the whipping, rather than to increase the pain in total. The bowls are simply the same sort of salt mixed with lemon juice and applied in the same way. This latter is an old Arab slaver's remedy for whipped slaves; it is a good healer."
Mrs. Partington smiled and nodded.
"The bunches of nettles are used to increase the sensitivity of the parts to be whipped," went on Edward, "lightly rubbed over the skin they sting it extensively-the result is that the parts are sore and swollen to begin with."
Moving slightly, his guest indicated a tank nearby. "Rods in pickle, I imagine," she ventured.
"Correct." Edward lifted one out, dripping.
"This is the one for Cynthia's fine young ass," he went on. "You notice that these long twigs-only half a dozen of them-are green and supple, so by pickling them they will have plenty of 'bite.' Observe, too, how the little buds have been left on for the same purpose."
Here Dora interjected: "Won't that tend to chew up the flesh more severely? Remember I don't want Cynthia harmed or marked permanently, even on her ass."
"No," replied Edward, "what they do is to inflict along the length of impact the same damage that the twig end does in any case. Thus it merely spreads some small abrasion over the entire ass rather than just where the tips fall."
Satisfied, Dor nodded. "I see."
She went on: "What have you in mind for Cynthia?"
"As you can see, this is an extremely light birch," he said. "So there's no reason why she should have less than three dozen lashes. And at the latter part, a touch of salt, with the salt and lemon juice to end it."
Mrs. Partington nodded. "It sounds severe enough and quite thrilling-where will she have it?"
"On the bench there," he informed her.
"And how long now until we begin?"
"Jeanette and Maxine have been preparing her for some time," replied Edward. "But they will bring her in any minute now."
For a couple of minutes the pair chatted and then the door of the big flogging-room opened. Jeanette entered, followed by Cynthia, and Maxine brought up the rear. While the others watched, they stood Cynthia facing the wall and began to arrange a small table close to the whipping bench, to serve refreshments to Edward and his guest while Cynthia waited for the punishment to begin.
Once this spell was over, the maids removed the table, leaving Edward and Dora seated. Then they led Cynthia over to where the pair were sitting, halting her in front of them. She was fully dressed and her wrists were bound. She swallowed and nodded silently to Dora's greeting; she was very pale and trembling slightly.
Eagerly, the two maids unfastened her high collar and loosened her dress, following which they unfastened her hands to remove the garments. Maxine then pulled up her slip over her head, the girl obediently raising her arms to help with the undressing. She was now down to bra and panties. Edward and Dora watched this stripping of the beauty with pleasure. Jeanette now unfastened the catches of her brassiere while Maxine rebound her wrists.
This garment was then removed, leaving Cynthia bared to the waist. Jeanette held Cynthia's arms while Maxine flipped her big bare knockers to amuse the watchers. Then, while the young Frenchwoman still held the girl, Maxine took a firm grip of her panties and whipped them down her legs. Reddening, Cynthia stepped out of them and Maxine took away all her discarded clothing.
The black girl then returned to the prisoner, who was still being held by Jeanette and, inserting one finger into her cunt, pulled this soft nest forward and upward into greater prominence, Edward and Dora laughing in response. Then Jeanette pulled her about face, so that her fine bare ass was presented to the seated pair; Maxine gave a ringing slap to each cheek.
"Put Cynthia on the whipping bench," Edward now ordered.
The two maids led the naked girl to the base of the triangular bench and assisted her to lie flat upon it, head and shoulders handing over the peak. Then each seized a leg, drew it straight and outwards and strapped the ankle to the bench. Jeanette then unbound her wrists again and reshakled them low down the leg of the bench by means of the handcuffs provided there. Cynthia was now tied down and at their mercy!
Dora Partington then indulged in the fancy that Edward had had on the occasion of Cynthia's first flogging. She began to examine and feel her stepdaughter's body in detail, caressing the back, pulling and squeezing the dangling titty on her side, slapping the full ass and finally, like Edward, burrowing as deep as she could into the moist softness of Cynthia's twat. Satisfied at last, she sat back in her chair, almost touching the bench at the level of Cynthia's right knee. She could rest one elbow there, in fact, and the position gave an unrivaled view of the portions to be whipped, at very close range.
Jeanette and Maxine had meanwhile not been idle. They had loaded a trolley with salt jars and a bowl of salt and lemon juice, finally withdrawing the chosen birch from the brine tank and laying it on the other gear. They now wheeled the trolley to the rear of the whipping bench.
Edward now picked up the rod and swished it once or twice. Dora and he laughed to see the splendid white bare thighs quiver and twitch to the ominous sound. Cynthia was not looking forward to what was to come! He smiled to Dora and indicated that he was ready to start. His guest leaned forward expectantly. Jeanette and Maxine positioned themselves by the cart where they had a very good view also. Evidently they were to be present during the flogging.
SWISSHHH ... !! Edward's arm made a full sweep; the thin, wetted twigs whistled loudly in the quiet of the whipping room, then they impinged cruelly upon the tensing flesh of Cynthia's bared ass.
A loud gasp came from the bound girl's lips and her head jerked violently. Dora peered intently at the squirming cunt; thin red and hard, the welts of the twigs, with the marks of the buds showing clearly, rose upon the smooth flesh. An excellent opening stroke!
SWISSHHH ... again the leap of the ass to the second raking slash. Cynthia made no sound, her head remained bowed. It seemed that she was going to be obstinate. Dora knew enough of flogging to know who would win, but it could be a tough fight for a while.
SWISSHHH ... !! high to the top of the bare asscheeks.
SWISSHHH ... !! quite low this time. The lusty ass jumped higher than before.
SWISSHHH ... !! a diagonal slash across the left asscheek so that the tips dug into the junction of ass and thigh.
SWISSHHH ... !! a similar stroke across its fleshy mate and....
SWISSHHH ... !! a full hard cut across the base of both asscheeks. Each of these strokes had been endured in silence, but the clenching ass jerked up desperately to each stroke. They were certainly hurting!
Edward now crossed over to the other side. Mrs. Partington gave him a warm smile of encouragement and leaned back a little to give him freedom to work.
SWISSHHH ... !! right to the top of the writhing ass Edward laid his first backhander.
SWISSHHH ... !! just a little lower and parallel....
SWISSHHH ... !! a little lower, across the high middle of her bouncing ass.
SWISSHHH ... !! lower again....
SWISSHHH ... !! getting low now and SWISSHHH ... !! this venomous stroke almost cracked the stubborness of the naked girl. She heaved up to a remarkable height while from her pain-distorted mouth a whimpering wail sounded.
A dozen strokes now applied, Edward paced back to his original position. Meanwhile Dora made a sharp examination of the whipped ass. It was already looking extremely sore. Almost all of the flesh was now welts, these being very extensive in the region of the base of the asscheeks. She noticed a little abrasion, though there was no actual bleeding.
"Edward," she said, "do you think she could have the salt?"
Surprised, he examined the inflamed backside. "It wouldn't have much effect yet," he replied. "I was not thinking of applying the salt until the second dozen had been laid on, in fact. Still we can use it now."
Maxine came forward eagerly with a jar of salt in her hand at his command. Taking a large handful, she dumped it upon the smarting skin and rubbed it all around vigorously. Cynthia writhed at this, but was still silent though she was gasping and sobbing quietly.
"She can have the salt after each half dozen strokes," announced Edward, preparing to resume.
SWISSHHH ... !! Cynthia groaned as he scoured her sore asscheeks.
SWISSHHH ... !! higher up, she groaned again.
SWISSHHH ... !! low again, her whimpering cry was expressive of cruel pain. The watching Dora realized she was at the end of her endurance.
SWISSHHH ... !! Edward's cruel stroke to the very same spot did the trick....
"AARRGGHHHH ... !! ... OH ... !! ... OH ... !!" shrieked the writhing beauty, her stubborn pride mastered at last!
SWISSHHH ... !!
SWISSHHH ... !! two sizzling strokes to the middle of her demented ass were rewarded by ringing shrieks.
Dora regarded the quivering ass with interest. It looked more sore now and more laceration was visible; a fleck of blood showed on the base of the right cheek. Small blisters were beginning to rise in the more heavily birched places. She nodded to the waiting maids.
Jeanette came forward with the salt and this time it was clear that the treatment had been effective. Cynthia cried out to the vicious burning and her naked, raw ass convulsed under Jeanette's hands. The flogging had still halfway to go.
Mrs. Partington leaned back as Edward prepared to begin his second back-hand half-dozen lashes.
SWISSHHHH ... !! Cynthia's belly left the boards as he carved the middle of her haunches, while her yell of anguish rang through the big whipping-room.
SWISSHHH ... !! a merciless stroke across the raw base of the rump cheeks drew a touch of more red....
SWISSHHH ... !!
SWISSHHH ... !! each cheek received that diagonal lash to land the birch tips on that junction between asscheeks and thigh. Cynthia screeched to each stroke. There was no case of her being stubborn now!
Here Edward moved across to near her left shoulder and then, with the birch poised over his back, glanced significantly at Mrs. Partington. This lade looked blank for a moment, then realization dawned; she blushed and laughed as she nodded. She had been gazing intently at the whipped flesh and from her position had had a clear view of Cynthia's cunt as the parted lips pouted and gibbered in mute speech to her anguished convulsions. Now she leaned even closer.
SWISSHHH ... !! with the full force of Edward's arm the rod descended ... Dora saw the twig ends gouge full across the quivering twat lips....
SWISSHHH ... !! from her right shoulder Edward delivered the twin stroke to the hot pussy
"EEEEAARRGGHHH ... !! AARRGGHH ... !! MOTHER ... PLEASE ... EDWARD ... PLEASE ... OH ... !! OH!!" screamed the writhing girl as she thrashed about in agony.
Two dozen lashes were now laid on, this time both Edward and Dora scrutinized the raw flesh, from which almost every vestige of white skin had now vanished. Cynthia was crying bitterly and groaning, her suffering body sweating profusely, every portion and limb quivered and writhed. The damage to the ass was increasing, lacerations were now numerous, while the blisters were rising; these had burst at the base of both asscheeks and were bleeding, while red flecks showed in the hollow of the right hip.
Maxine's turn it was with the salt and the black girl made the most of it. Taking a double handful, she dumped one on each cheek and very thoroughly rubbed it over the entire whipped surface, not now forgetting Cynthia's gash, which had split under the last vigorous strokes. Cynthia howled to the fresh pain as she writhed on the hard boards.
Edward, back to his original position at Cynthia's left, began again as soon as the yelling girl regained some measure of self-control.
SWISSHHH ... !! to the high tops of the asscheeks....
SWISSHHH ... !! across the plump middle....
SWISSHHH ... !! the raw asscheeks seared once more....
SWISSHHH ... !! middles again and....
SWISSHHH ... !! the last of the half dozen was that powerful, cruelly calculated undercut again!
Cynthia's high-pitched scream of pain pealed out in response!
Her ass was beginning to show greater signs of wear and tear. The nick in the hollow of the right cheek was now bleeding freely, as was a blister in the middle of the same cheek. The flogged girl was wet in her cunt, also.
Jeanette had the task of salting these raw places and with the same eager thoroughness shown by Maxine she performed her task. Cynthia yelled even more loudly to the fearful bleeding and burning of her parts; her body incessantly jerked and writhed.
Edward was not just standing by, this time. Dora watched him as he quickly removed shoes, socks, slacks and shirt, revealing himself clad only in the brief silk girdle he had worn on the earlier occasion. The older woman did not fail to note that the front of the girdle heavily bulged with a huge hard-on. Evidently, her nephew was reacting strongly to his sadistic task!
By the time he had finished, Cynthia had recovered somewhat; she lay writhing and groaning, her red, tortured ass ceaselessly tossing in anguish. It looked horribly sore. The bottom of the cheeks and the middle of the right hip were already a darker hue with extensive blistering; further punishment would produce a decline.
SWISSHHH ... !! Edward had not crossed over this time. His slash to the base of the asscheeks wrung a piercing yell from Cynthia.
SWISSHHH ... !! high this time ...
SWISSHHH ... !! middle cut ...
SWISSHHH ... !! to the tune of a piercing scream a fresh blister burst at the left hip....
SWISSHHH ... !! and again blood dripped as one popped on that sore base of her right asscheek. The cheeks were spattered now and blood dripped onto the boards.
SWISSHHH ... !! between the wildly tossing thighs on her pussy!
To this last cruel stroke of the flogging, poor Cynthia, who had borne a severe and prolonged flogging with considerable courage and endurance, it was enough. For once, she begged for mercy.
The flogging may have been over, but Maxine still had to anoint Cynthia's poor flesh. She darted forward immediately with the bowl of salt and lemon juice and tipped a handful onto each check. Then with gleeful skill she rubbed this burning mixture over the whole flogged ass and equally thoroughly across her bleeding cunt. The buttocks were bleeding in several places, while the hundreds of bud imprints had lacerated the whole surface, so that the torment was unbearable. Poor Cynthia screamed again and again, threshing dementedly to ease the fearful burning of her ass and pussy.
Dora divided her attention between the cruel sight and Edward. He was obviously lusting now, and the two maids knew what he wanted. As soon as Cynthia's yells began to subside, they unfastened her ankles and wrists, hauled her down the bench until her legs and thighs overhung the edge, then, each seizing a leg, with a vigorous heave, rolled her over on her back and stood holding her legs wide apart. The poor girl shrieked again as the beaten, bleeding ass was rubbed against the harsh boards.
Edward was ready! With a quick fumble of his hands, his girdle flew to the ground. Dora gazed at close range upon his rampant prick, raging to thrust into her stepdaughter's cunt.
For a moment, that thick, impressive cock with its big red head was poised over the naked girl, then he was upon her. The huge fuck-pole was embedded in her pussy and was being pitilessly driven further and further in as he fucked her like a demented animal.
A little while later Jeanette and Maxine loaded the near-swooning, naked body of Cynthia onto a stretcher to take her away for treatment. The lovely body was covered in sweat, while her ass and twat were dappled with blood and sperm, as was Edward on his prick and belly. They covered her with a sheet and wheeled the stretcher out of the whipping room, with Dora in attendance. Edward was still naked; he went outside to a shower to clean himself.
* * *
A few days later Dora Partington departed, leaving her stepdaughter in Edward Lassiter's care. Cynthia had made a surprisingly good recovery and was out of bed, though very subdued.
"Goodbye, Edward," said Dora, smiling.
"Look after Cynthia for me. I don't think you should whip her quite so hard in the future, though I must confess that I enjoyed watching her being lashed as much as you must have enjoyed beating and fucking her. A few more months of discipline will do her all the good in the world!"
Edward laughed. Cynthia certainly would be disciplined, and often.
THE END
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PART THREE
CHAPTER 1
The first time I met my wife, I would never have dreamed that she would turn out to be the woman I know now. She was tall, elegant and very sophisticated looking. She wore her hair in bangs which suited her, it was a chestnut brown, and fell to her shoulders.
I was attracted to her the moment I set eyes on her. It was at a party thrown by a mutual friend, and she came with her mother. I should have been warned by the sixth sense that book heroes are supposed to have. But I wasn't! Her mother looked very domineering, and seemed to wear a perpetual frown. They say that if you want to know what your wife will turn out like in twenty years, study her mother. Mine is a case which was true.
The party was held in a large country house which was owned by this friend, and I suspected he knew my wife a lot better than he let on. The least he should have done was to warn me, but as I later discovered, he's the sort of man that would rather let someone find out for themselves what a person's character is, for fear of spoiling what could be a good friendship.
I was standing drinking at the bar with a group of friends, when one of them suddenly said: "Wow, look what's just arrived. Our host must be a bit of a dark horse. I wonder where he knows her from."
We had all turned around, and followed his stare to see what I considered to be the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life. She seemed to glide in a few inches above the floor. Her eyes sparkled with vitality and life and her hips rolled gently from side to side. Her titties looked firm and young. I guessed her to be about twenty-five years old, which later proved to be correct.
I hadn't even noticed at that time her mother was following close behind, her eyes sweeping the whole room, yet watching her daughter like a hawk.
Her mother also had a nice figure, especially for a woman who couldn't have been less than forty. It was easy to see it was her mother, only her frown prevented them from being more alike. She wore her hair in a bun on top of her head, and it suited her. It was shimmering silver in the light of the room.
I promised myself a dance with the beautiful young lady before the night was out, but decided to wait until I'd had a few more drinks to pluck up courage to ask.
As the night wore on I kept drinking, hoping that I would not lose my chance to ask for a dance, and at the same time trying to figure out a way of doing it without seeming too eager.
Finally my chance came, and as we danced I caught a whiff of her expensive perfume, and it excited me so much I had to fight to control my emotions. I think it must have been love at first sight. I simply had to see this girl again, she was the most exotic creature that I had ever met in my life, and I wasn't going to let her walk out again.
All caution thrown to the wind, I begged her for a date in the near future. To my absolute astonishment and joy she accepted. This was to be the first of many, and end up with our marriage.
During our courtship I detected nothing unusual in her personality. I did discover that her mother was a very wealthy woman however. When her husband had died, he had left her a large estate, and a healthy income for life each month. She would never have another worry. I also got to know her mother, and the more I got to know her, the more I grew to dislike her.
As time went on, I found myself becoming more and more downtrodden. I found myself doing all the menial tasks, such as washing up dishes and cleaning out the house in general.
I can't exactly say when it happened, I think it was too gradual a process, but finally I was completely under her thumb.
The trouble is in a situation like mine, you can't win if your wife backs her mother up, she's got to be on your side, then you stand a chance. If you're on your own you've had it.
I was treated like a servant, 'Do this, do that,' and before I knew it I was ordered to call my mother-in-law 'Mistress'. That just about completed my training, so to speak.
My mother-in-law didn't believe in servants about the house, as they took away one's privacy, and wer usually incompetent anyway. I think she preferred slave labor, such as myself.
Quite often they used to go out and leave me with a long list of chores that had to be done, and heaven help me if all was not in order when they got back.
One day they had gone out on such an occasion and left me with all the work. As I came to the cellar, I noticed a door that had never been open to my knowledge, and it was the only place in the huge house that I had never been in.
I determined to see the inside, as naturally my curiosity was overwhelming. Why should I be allowed everywhere but in this room?
My luck held, the door was not locked, I thought it must have been an oversight on her part. As i pushed the door gently open, it revealed quite a large room with a strange assortment of furniture.
I found the light switch, put it on, and walked into the center of the room. Now I could see much better, and saw the 'furniture' to be like something out of a torture chamber, or alternatively for some obscene purpose, or both.
All around the room there were cupboards, but it was the contraptions in the center that intrigued me. I couldn't make out exactly how they could be used.
Suddenly, I heard my Mistress coming in the front door. I dashed over to the light switch, and turned it off. Then I waited until I heard her go upstairs, and crept out, and made my way to the kitchen, as if I had been there all the time.
I was washing up by the time they came in, so they never suspected anything, and the rest of the day passed without incident, until bedtime.
The next morning I woke up with a start, as the bedclothes were ripped off me by my Mistress.
"Get up," she screamed, "get up, you filthy swine".
I shot up out of the bed, and stood naked in front of her. She was holding a whip and brought it down across my shoulders. I had never seen her like this before, and it frightened the life out of
"You've been spying downstairs, you swine," she screamed.
"You must think I'm a complete fool," she said as she brought the whip down again across my chest with stinging force.
I was still a little dazed, and apart from the whip nothing was sinking in, except for the pain she was causing.
I was amazed at how she could possible know that I had been down there. I left no sign that I knew of.
"Yes, my little man, I know, and right now you are wondering how. Well, I'll tell you. You see, I was unable to lock that door, so just to make sure that no unauthorized persons, such as yourself, should interfere with my belongings, I left a matchstick in the top of the door. An old trick, but as you've discovered to your cost, still effective. You will be severely punished for this incident, to insure that it doesn't happen again."
I knew she meant every word. She was that type, didn't believe in bluffing.
"You will come downstairs now, don't bother to get your clothes, you won't be needing them."
I followed her meekly down the stairs, wondering what on earth she planned to do with me. We arrived at the forbidden door, and she kicked it open. We went in, and I could see clearly now there was light, exactly what was in the room.
One wall was covered in small instruments of torture, such as thumb-screws and small pincers and pokers, etc. The floor was covered with a large thick carpet, and on the far side were a couple of gadgets which I couldn't make head or tail of.
They reminded me of something torture chamber. When I thought about it, this room wasn't far short of being a torture chamber.
What surprised me most of all was the fact that my beloved wife, Kay, was also there, standing in the center of the room as if she were expecting me, for she showed not the least surprise at seeing me entering the room stark naked with her mother. She was also in a similar costume as her mother. A peculiar sensation ran up and down my spine, and I felt apprehensive and scared.
I wondered what all the play-acting was about, and why the crazy get-up, but before I could wonder too much, the Mistress gave a command.
"Right," she said, "you are going to be punished for spying, and it will be a severe punishment, one that you won't forget in a hurry. Lie down on this, and fold your legs underneath."
Kay had pulled over a contraption that consisted of two upright tubes that curved at right angles about six inches from the floor, then curved back under along the floor. From the top of the poles, which were about three feet high, to the point at which they bent under, were boards screwed on so it looked like a small slide.
I knelt down in front of it, and put my legs underneath as ordered, then laid back on the boards. My legs were immediately strapped to either side of the bars by both women. Then they pulled my arms down and strapped my wrists to my legs. Then one of them pulled my head back and threw a strap under my chin and pulled my head back and up to the top of the board, so that I couldn't move a muscle. My knees were just kept off the floor by the strap under my chin stopping me from slipping down. It was very painful.
"Kay, you can strip now," ordered her mother.
I couldn't see what was going on, as I was completely immobilized, but I could hear the movement of leather against flesh. Then, after a while her mother spoke again.
"Now then Kay, I'm going to teach you exactly how to handle men. especially husbands. They should be completely and utterly under your control at all times, one slip with them and you'll go down with a bang. We're lucky, we don't have to rely on him for a living, and never will, so we can do just what we want to with him."
I wondered exactly what she had in mind by that, as I was already at the mercy of their every whim. It wasn't to be long before I found out, as her mother continued talking:
"Now then, I want you to put your legs on either side of his head, and cover his mouth with your cunt."
As I lay there helpless, my wife came over and placed her legs on either side of my head, just over my shoulders. Then before I had time to think about what was happening, her hairy twat was clamped down over my mouth, so that I could hardle breath. Then I heard her mother speaking again.
"Now then," she said," suck, you pig, suck."
Then there was a crack, and a sharp pain across my stomach as she hit me with what I could only assume was a cane. So I sucked for all I was worth, as my wife was rubbing her pussy up and down my mouth. I could feel her little pink clitoris as I flicked my tongue in and out of her fuck hole and along the groove.
"Faster, you swine, faster" screamed my mother-in-law, as she brought the cane down across my thighs, I flinched with the pain and worked faster. I could feel my wife was getting harder, or rather her clitoris was. I could hardly breath and the faster I sucked at her cunt the harder she pressed, and the faster she worked.
"That's right dear," said her mother, "we'll give you pleasure, while we give him pain, I'll teach him to go spying."
"I was sweating now, under the heat of her hot slit, my body was tensed up half expecting another whack from the cane, and yet strangely enough I was quite excited myself, then suddenly my mouth was full of my wife's juice and she jerked and shuddered, as she reached her orgasm. I could hardly breathe, as her juice flowed down my throat and around my nostrils. I tried to turn my head aside, but she pressed too hard and the strap was too firm. Then she relaxed, as her juice emptied out of her.
"Oh, I enjoyed that, Mum," said my wife, as she climbed off of me. Now at last I could breathe freely, but my face was wet with her juice.
"I'm so glad" said her mother, "but you'll enjoy it a lot more as time goes on, he's yours to do exactly what you like with and I'll be here to help you get the most from him. Now that he's had a little taste of what can happen, I think we'll leave him here for a few hours, while we go out and enjoy ourselves."
The next thing I heard was the door closing behind them, as they left. I didn't know how long I was to be left there, and I know I had no chance of excaping from this uncomfortable position.
CHAPTER 2
I don't know how long they had been gone, because after several hours I kept dropping off to sleep, but it was never for long owing to the uncomfortable position to which I was strapped in. I think I must have been there all night long, when suddenly I heard the door open, and my mother-in-law's voice saying:
"Well, here we are, did you enjoy a good night's sleep? We've got some lovely surprises for you today," then as she glanced down she saw a pool of urine, which I had naturally had to pass eventually, and being unable to move had to do it where I was.
"You filthy swine," she screamed unreasonably," now you'll really pay for that."
She walked over to the locker and opened the door, and took out a large whip, then she walked back over to me and showed it to me saying:
"This is what you'll taste now, and you'll really know what pain is."
Then she stepped back and brought the whip down several times across my chest, stomach and legs. Every stroke stung like a thousand burns and I cried out in agony.
"No, please Mistress, I'm sorry."
"I'll make you sorry, you pig, I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget."
I thought she would never stop whipping me, but eventually she did, then to my surprise, she leaned her face close to mine and said:
"Now darling," in an intimate voice that surprised me.
"How would you like to make love to the two of us?" To my surprise she bent down and kissed me full on the lips her tongue darting between my teeth. I was surprised that she was capable of such tenderness. Her hand slid slowly down over my chest, then gently over my stomach and down to my prick.
I was getting very excited, her hand skirted my cock and went gently between my thighs. She was caressing them with a tantalizingly expert touch. By now I was panting and squirming, her breasts were crushed against my chest, then she reached her hand up and undid her costume so that they came out, then crushed them against me again.
Her hand was caressing my balls, and running up and down my prick, which was now as hard as a rock, and standing up like a ramrod.
"Now then, darling," she said, "I'm going to get your beloved wife to assist me in helping you to reach a climax. Kay, I want you to suck his prick, but whatever you do, don't allow him to cum."
She released my prick, and I felt Kay hold it in her two hands and place her mouth over the tip of it. It felt hot and wet, and as she began sucking I felt my cock throbbing like mad, she cupped my balls in her hands and gently squeezed them. I thought I would explode with passion and excitement.
Meanwhile, her mother continued to kiss me passionately all over my face, she was panting excitedly, and kissing my eyes, lips and biting my ears, flicking her tongue in and out and biting my neck.
All this treatment was heightening my passion so much that I thought I was going out of my mind. I could feel an orgasm coming on, and as I tensed for the thrill I knew would come, Kay stopped sucking on my dong as soon as she realized I was about to cum. Her mother however continued to work on me at the top. I was frantic with frustration as my cock began to throb, and the blood pounded through my veins.
"Now darling we have another surprise for you." My mother-in-law whispered in my ear. Then she turned to Kay and said:-"Go on dear, now's the time to do what I told you."
I wondered what she meant, but it wasn't long before I found out. As she stood back, Kay came up to my chest and put her leg over me so that she stood astride me, with her twat resting on my chest. I still could not see what she was trying to do, when suddenly she pissed all over my chest, so that it ran down the sides, and all over my stomach, a hot steaming liquid. It just came pouring out of her cunt in a flood, as if she had saved it up especially for the occasion.
When she had finished, she cocked her leg back over and stood looking at me smiling, while her pee ran down in among the hairs, and soaked my balls, then continued to make little rivulets between my thighs.
"Wasn't that nice darling?" she asked, "now if you're a good boy, mummy will do it later on."
"Yes, said her mother, "and not only that, but we have plenty of lovely little surprises for you. Things you would never think of."
As she spoke, she slid her hand down to my cock and with a gentle expert touch began to caress it. It was as hard as a rock, and the blood was pumping through it, as she pulled my foreskin back nd forth. Ifelt myself coming, but once again I was denied the relief, for as she sensed it, she immediately stopped her activity. I thought I'd go mad with frustration. My dong and balls felt as if they were on fire, and my dick was throbbing visibly.
"You will not be given the satisfaction of an orgasm," said my mother-in-law. "This is only part of your punishment for messing the place up, and of course spying. We shall keep bringing you to the verge, and then we will cease our activities. Mind you, you will enjoy it to the utmost, but you will always be denied the ultimate pleasure."
After having sampled some of this punishment, it was quite easy to imagine what it would be like never having the proper fulfillment.
I was a prisoner, and in the position the two
CHAPTER 3
I must have laid there for hours thinking and wondering about the situation I was in, and how long it would all go on for. When suddenly, I heard the door handle turn very quietly. I tried to crane my neck to see who was coming in but the strap prevented it. I heard soft footsteps coming in my direction, then a face peered into mine. It was my wife. She leaned over and kissed me tenderly, and said:
"Darling, I just had to come and see you. Mummy doesn't know I'm here, she'd go made if she did. I don't think she realizes that I'm only human after all, and although I love to dominate you, I must have my satisfaction too. It took all my will power to climb off you this afternoon, but if she had seen that you had cum, I would never have lived it down, and my life with her would have been sheer hell."
She seemed to be trying to tell me everything at once, as if she had to get it all off her chest. I came to the conclusion that she couldn't confide her true feelings to her mother, and was using me to relieve her innermost tensions. I wondered what exactly she had in mind for me now. She had already admitted that she loved to dominate me, so the most I could hope for was that in satisfying herself, she would also satisfy me, intentionally or otherwise.
"Here," she said, "I've brought you some food, you must be starving. I really did enjoy our suck session this afternoon, but for once I would like you all to myself."
She began to put the food in my mouth. I knew she wouldn't release me, so I just wolfed the food down as fast as she gave it to me. As she was feeding me with one hand, the other was creeping down over my chest and slowly down to my stomach. She stroked the insides of my thighs, and my prick came up like a ramrod in no time at all. The blood began to race through my veins, and I could feel it pounding within my pecker. I knew it wouldn't take me long to come, especially after the treatment I received this afternoon. I just wondered how long she would toy with me, as I knew she would.
When she had finished feeding me, she started to concentrate on my body, sucking at my nipples, and driving me mad in general. Her tongue flicked all over my body, gradually creeping down towards my cock. I was heaving and panting with pleasure, groaning aloud.
After what seemed to be an eternity she reached my prick, and began to suck my balls, I was jerking and sighing in ecstasy. Her tongue crept up to the top of my dong. Then she placed her mouth right over the tip and started to tease me, by running her tongue all around the cock.
She started sucking harder and harder, and just when she knew I was about to reach my climax, she stopped. This was driving me absolutely insane. Then she straddled me, and put her cunt over my mouth, I sucked at it with fervor, and she pushed it hard against me, rubbing it up and down. Suddenly her juice flooded my mouth and nostrils. Once again I swallowed it, it seemed to run straight down my throat. It had a salty taste, and when she climbed off me, I could feel the wet all around my cheeks, and neck, and running onto my chest.
Then she leaned over me and kissed me, at the same time licking all her own juice up from where it had run.
When she had done this, she put her legs astride my penis, which was still as hard as a rock, and put it to the entrance to her cunt. It felt very hot and wet, and bit by bit she sat on it, so that it went slowly in deeper every time.
I felt as if it would bust inside her, so hot was my passion. I couldn't do anything to speed it up or otherwise, being helplessly strapped in as I was, so I had to leave it all up to her.
With one sudden push, she sat on me, and my prick went deep into her womb. She groaned out loud and wriggled about on it for a while. Then she began to use steady even strokes, up and down. It slid in easily owing to her recent orgasm, which lubricated the walls of her pussy.
Up and down she went, getting faster and faster all the time. She was sighing and moaning with pleasure. She pulled herself right up, then sank down to swallow the whole of my cock right up to the balls which were now soaking wet with her love juice.
Then, without warning, I felt myself cuming. I tried to give no warning of what I was about to do, in case she stopped screwing on me, but I think she was too far gone herself to care, because at the last moment I tensed, I couldn't help it. My juice shot deep into her womb as if it were water from a fireman's hose, so great was my passion. As she felt it gush into her, she sank down hard onto me, so that the juice could penetrate farther up her. She jerked and shuddered uncontrollably, letting out a heavy sigh of relief, as her own juice flowed freely out all over my balls to run down between my thighs, making me soaking wet all over.
Then she fell forward onto me, resting her head on my chest breathing deeply, and giving herself time to come back to her senses.
"Oh, darling," she said, after she had regained her breath. "I loved it. I really loved it. You just don't know how much I needed that fuck. I wanted to do it this afternoon, but mummy wouldn't let me."
I needed fucking badly myself, but refrained from telling her this, in case she took advantage of the fact.
"I'm going to wash it off for you now, you've been a very good boy." She said.
Saying this she stood up so that my cock slipped out of her and fell to one side. She didn't move from this position though, but stayed poised over my prick. Then I knew why. With a sudden gush, she pissed all over my dong, stomach and balls. The hot liquid felt relaxing, and I didn't mind it in the least. She moved her body around so that she washed all the love juice off me. This kink she had for pissing on me, only revived my passion, so that I wanted to start all over again.
"Darling," she said. "Mummy's going to give you something tomorrow that I bet you've never had before. I don't know if you'll like it or not, but I can assure you we will. I can't tell you what it is in case you gave yourself away, then she would know that I had been down here without her knowing, and take it out on me, and I know you wouldn't want that."
With that she stood up and blew me a kiss, I wished me goodnight, and left.
I lay there wondering what tomorrow had in store for me. She was always giving me cause to wonder about something or another. I wondered what it could be that she thought I'd never had before. I'd had my fair share of cunt, what made her think she had something I'd never had before?
Well, there was nothing I could do about it, the only thing was to wait until the morning, and in the meantime, try to get some sleep in my most uncomfortable position.
I hoped my wife hadn't left any sign that she had' been here, as I wouldn't want her mother to put a stop to these visits, I needed them. Things were bad enough, already the piss and love juice was beginning to smell, and by morning it would probably be overpowering, I'd had two fucks that day, and no one had bothered to clean me up at all.
CHAPTER 4
I was awakened the next morning after an uneasy sleep, by the sound of the door opening, and the voices of Kay and her mother.
"Well, how's our little pet this lovely morning?" said my mistress. "It's going to be a beautiful day for us, I don't know what you'll think of it though. First of all we must get rid of this stink in here. I think that alone must have been enough punishment for your spying."
She stood over me smiling. Then the two of them undid the straps that had imprisoned me for so long, and pulled the board out from under me, holding me up as they did so. I would have fallen if they hadn't, as I had been in that position for so long.
When the board was out of the way, they helped me to stand up. I found I had no control over my legs, they were completely numb. They had to put an arm round each of their shoulders and carry me, my legs dangling uselessly.
They carried me to the far end of the room to where there was a large draped curtain. My mistress pulled the curtain aside to reveal a large sunken bath with a shower overhanging. I was absolutely helpless as they gently lowered me into it. They had to straighten my legs out, as I was in agony as the blood began to circulate again after so long.
Then the tap was turned on so the warm water flowed over my body, and helped relieve the pain in my legs a little.
"I think we had better prepare ourselves for this." Said my mistress. "We'll have to take our clothes off, or we'll get soaked."
They both began to strip off before me. My mistress had a beautifully preserved figure for a woman of her age. She was well built, with heavy tits, and a nicely pinched in waist, that came out to rounded hips and a curved belly. Just at the base I could see her curly little pussy hairs that looked so elegant and attractive on her.
"You wash the top, and I'll do the bottom," she said to Kay. "We'll soon get you smelling nice and fresh."
Kay started to wash my face and the top half while her mother started at my feet and slowly worked her way up. It felt very relaxing just laying there being bathed by two women, but as my mistress slowly worked her way up to my prick, I began to get a little excited, to say the least. I knew I had to control it, because if she noticed she'd start teasing me again.
Her hands came up slowly, teasingly to my thighs. One hand inside, and the other outside, working in a slow rhythmic movement. She must have known what she was doing to me.
Now her hands were at my ass, and working the soap along the crease, then bringing it back to my balls, and making them all soapy. There was just enough water to leave my balls showing above the water-line, so that she could bring her hands straight up out of the water and put fresh soap on my prick.
I'm only human myself, and I had no hope at all of stopping my dick rising to its full height. Then she was soaping it all up just slow enough so that I wouldn't cum. Gently she eased back the foreskin and soaped all over it, bringing her hand slowly down to my balls again.
It was all I could do to contain myself so great was my passion. I couldn't help a sigh that escaped my lips. Yes, she knew what she was doing all right, she was no amateur when it came to men. My dong was throbbing like mad, I was sure I would cum regardless. I tried my utmost to control myself, but at the same time knew I had no hope of hiding my emotions. I just had to lie there and let her do what she would, and hope that this time I would get my relief with her.
When they had washed my front, they turned me over and started on my back. I could feel my mistress massaging me all over, and paying special attention to my ass, it seemed to fascinate her. She kneaded and massaged it with a firm, sure grip.
Having finished lathering me all over, they helped me to my feet, and standing me under the shower, turned it on. This was beautiful, and relaxed all my tensions. I felt wonderfully clean, the first time for ages it seemed.
After this, they took me out of the bathroom and into the big room, and threw a towel over me and rubbed me all over until I was dry. They even had to prop me up while doing this, as my legs were so weak. Then my mistress spoke saying:
"Come on now Kay, we'll have to give him his next surprise before his legs get back to normal, they're getting better already, and we don't want him to be too fit in case the worm turns."
Then, while Kay kept my knees from sagging, her mother went over to a cupboard and pulled out a large cage. It stood about six feet high, and was round. At the top, bottom and about half-way up were three round discs. The center one had a hole in the middle, and on one side was a panel that could be opened, or locked.
"Here you are darling," said my mistress. "This is your new home for a while, I hope you'll be very comfortable!"
She opened the side, and Kay walked me towards it. Then they both helped me inside. I had to crouch a little so that they could shut the cage, and the center disc closed around my waist gripping me firmly, but at the same time making me assume this crouching posture, from which I could not move.
"I think you may prefer that to the board my pet," said my mistress, "at least you can move your legs. But before you get too comfortable we are going to give you some more treatment, whether you like it or not is immaterial, because I can assure you we will."
Then she turned to Kay and told her to go upstairs and bring some food down for me. When she left, my mistress came over to me and said.
"I hope you don't resent these instrusions we've been making on your body, dear, at least not too much. You see I had a very strict father, and in our house his word was law. I got married for two reasons. One was to get away from my father, and the other was to marry a very rich man. Kay's father was also very dominant, so you see I've always been dominated by men. I always promised myself that the day would come when I would have a man of my own who I could bend to do my every whim."
"I was sorry when I had a daughter, but then the idea came to me that if I could bring her up to believe in my train of thought, I could have her husband just as she could, and if I played my cards right even more so. This was made easier when her father dies, all she had in the world was me, and she believes everything I say, so now I've explained the reason for all this, I hope you don't think too badly of me. It's nothing personal, you understand. You are mine you know. Kay would never have married you without my consent, but Iwanted you, and I got you."
So that was what it was all about, that explained it all, but how long would it go on for? I could only assume that it would last for as long as it took her to get fed-up with it, if ever.
Just then Kay came down with the food and a flask, and brought it over to me. I was starving again, and the food looked delicious. They both began to feed me through the bars of the cage, and when I had eaten enough, they poured some coffee into the flask cup, and I drank this greedily.
When I had finished, they put the tray out of sight, and returned to me. They began to walk around the cage, as if viewing animals at the zoo. I must admit, I felt like an animal right then.
"What shall we do first?" said my mistress. "Ahh, I know, just leave everything to me. We'll save the best one until the last."
They were around the back of me so I couldn't see what they were up to. All I could do was to try and make out what they were doing by the sounds that reached my ears. I heard some fumbling about in a cupboard, but had no idea of what was happening.
Suddenly, they were in front of me, both naked, both beautiful. It was then I noticed that individual bars could be removed, so that they could get at any part of my body they wished, without giving me any chance of getting out.
My mistress removed the front bar so that my head could come out, then she put what I can only describe as being similar to a yoke around my neck, so that I couldn't pull my head back in.
Next the two of them turned the cage on its side so that I was laying on the floor with my head sticking out. Then they placed two triangular blocks of wood on either side, so that it wouldn't roll. When this had been accomplished, my mistress leaned over me and fondled my hair saying:
"Now then darling, you've been washed, you've eaten, and you should be ready for your next ordeal. This is where we begin the fun and games."
Naturally I was very curious and apprehensive about what was going to happen, but knew I wouldn't find out until they were ready for me to know.
My mistress started by getting astride the cage right in front of my mouth with her legs wide apart. She pushed her twat right up to my mouth, then lifted her shapely legs up behind my head, and wrapped them around it, at the same time pulling my head into the depths of her pussy.
"Now you know what you have to do, don't you darling?" she asked. "Just keep on sucking until I've had enough, which may take some time, but never-theless I'm going to come right into your mouth, so that it runs down your throat. I want you to taste my cunt juice. You had better please me too I might add, you know it will be better for you in the long run."
She pulled my head hard into her twat, and I immediately began sucking. She was right, I knew what was good for me, and I had reached the stage where I dare not displease her.
I could feel her soft clitoris in my mouth, and the hole beneath it. I probed there with my tongue, and started to work it up her hole. She pulled me harder onto her and gritted her teeth. My tongue was flicking in and out like a snake's. I pushed it as far up her as I could get it, and while it was deep inside her, I wriggled it around. I was enjoying this too.
My mouth was wide open, and I felt as if I could eat it. She pushed even harder against me, and then her love juice flowed freely into my mouth, filling it with her hot sticky fluid. I swallowed every last drop, sucked her dry.
Having been satisfied, she unwrapped her legs from around my neck, and climbed off the cage. Then to my surprise, she congratulated me on a splendid suck performance.
"That was beautiful, dear," she said. "I can see that I shall have to think of some way of rewarding you, but we'll wait and see how you fare during the course of the day. I don't wish to make any rash promises until you've taken all I give you."
Then, while I was still in the same position, I had to do exactly the same to my wife. She climbed onto the cage, and assumed the same position as her mother. Once again I began to suck her twat. She was just as determined as her mother had been, and pulled me hard onto her. I had no alternative but to do what I was doing owing to my position in the cage.
Finally, she too came into my mouth, flooding it with her hot juices, she stayed in that position until she had been sucked dry as was her mother, and just as her mother had been satisfied, so was my wife.
Having both been satisfied, they withdrew to hold a private conference. I couldn't hear a word they were saying, but obviously it had to concern me. Then my mistress came over and said:
"You've been a very good boy, so we've decided to leave you to your thoughts for a while. We shall be back in a few hours to amuse ourselves with you, and I only hope for your own sake you behave yourself."
She was joking of course, how could anyone misbehave in a predicament such as mine? All their going away meant was that I had to wait for an indefinite period in this uncomfortable position until they returned. Even then their return might mean more suffering, or torturous frustration.
CHAPTER 5
I must have been lying there for at least two hours before they returned. Although it always seems longer when you're suffering, and I was suffering lying on the bars of the cage.
"I do hope we haven't kept you waiting too long, dear," said my mistress, "but you know how us women get carried away once we start talking We've been trying to think of some new ways to satisfy ourselves with the use of your body, and we've come up with quite a nice little scheme, nice for us anyway."
Then they moved around to the top of the cage, and stood it upright again. I was now in an upright position myself, but just as curious as ever as to what they were going to do to me.
Once again I heard the now familiar sound of fumbling in the cupboard. I had even less chance to look around now owing to the fact that my head was now in the yoke. I was in a bent over position, and quite unable to move in any direction.
Suddenly, a hand came through the back of the cage, and I felt some grease being rubbed all around my asshole. I wondered what the blazes they had in mind. I didn't have long to wait to find out.
My ass was pressed tightly against the bars of the cage, and I felt the one directly against my behind being removed, so that it was quite exposed to them. After a short pause I felt something being pushed against the hole. I tried to pull away but found it impossible. Then my mistress leaned over my ear and said:
"It's a dildo dear, a false prick made of rubber, I'm going to fuck you, I do hope you'll enjoy it a little because I can assure you it won't be the last time."
I thought to myself, "So that's it, that's the surprise she was waiting to give me." She was right about one thing, I never had had it this way before. I didn't much relish the idea of having it now either, but as she had said, she was going to do it, meaning I had no choice what-so-ever, except to try and enjoy it.
She began to probe, and I tensed myself for the pain I expected. Then she found the right spot, and when she knew it was there, she pushed. It slipped right into me on the grease, and I groaned in agony.
Deeper she went, and I thought she would tear me apart. Then she drew it out slowly, and just as I thought she was going to taTce it right out, she ploughed it deep into me again. I thought I would never be able to take much of this, but she kept on going in and out, in and out. It was murder, and I couldn't do a thing about it.
Then Kay came around to my front, and put her hand through the bars of the cage, and began to toy with my prick, regardless of the pain in my bowels, my cock began to rise steadily. She caressed my balls, and put her hand right under my dong so that she could feel the dildo going in and out with ease now on the slippery grease.
Then slowly she brought her hand forward to my balls again, and slowly ran it up to the tip of my prick, and began to stroke the tip of it with her thumb.
I was beginning to get used to the dildo by now, and even enjoying it, and with Kay's help, my dick had become as hard as a rock, and was throbbing with excitement.
My mistress was getting faster all the time, and penetrating deep into my bowels, while my wife was firmly massaging my pecker, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. Faster and faster they both went, and I was getting more and more excited. I was sighing and groaning, in ecstasy.
Suddenly I felt hot liquid shoot up inside me, and I shot my juice right out through the bars of the cage, and all over my wife's arm. My mistress must have filled the dildo with water or something, and squeezed it into me when she thought I was ready for it. Anyway it certainly did the trick.
She slowly pulled out the dildo, while Kay wiped my juice from her arm. Then her mother said: "I do believe you enjoyed that, didn't you? I'm so glad for you, because as I've already said, it won't be the last time."
They walked over to the far side of the room, and held another conference. I wondered what more they could possibly think of to do to me. As far as I could see, they must have gone right through the whole bag of tricks.
After a few minutes my mistress came over to me and said:
"We shall be leaving you for a while again, I don't know how long it will be for, but I can assure you that we haven't finished with you yet by a long chalk, both of us have yet to be satisfied, so when we return I hope to have a nice original way of doing it."
With that they both turned and left me to my thoughts again. It was becoming quite a habit, and it always gave me time to wonder what they would be doing to me on their return.
CHAPTER 6
I don't know how long they had been gone. All I was thinking of was to expect the worst when they returned.
At long last the door opened, and in they came. They both looked as if they had had a good rest and were prepared to do anything. They walked towards me with confident strides, my mistress was smiling, and I knew she must have thought of something that would at least please her, if nobody else.
"I hope you didn't get too bored or uncomfortable while we were away. I'd hate to think you weren't interested in what we were doing to you. However, I thought you may like to know that we are going to take you out of this awkward predicament you are in at present, we want to amuse ourselves with your body, where we can get at it from all angles."
I knew she had thought of something, her face gave her away as she came in. I just wondered what it could be.
They began to undo the yoke from my neck, and unlock the bars behind me, at last I was free, if you could call it being free. I found that after having had my legs in a bent position for so long, I couldn't straighten them out properly, and had to be assisted by them.
They led me over to a couch by the wall, and before I had regained the use of my limbs, they deftly tied me up. My hands were tied behind me, so that they came right across my back. Then they tied a cord around each of my feet, and brought them up behind me. Then each end of the cord was brought around to the front of me, so that my legs were way up behind me, and spread open by the cord which was then securely tied at the front. Thus, I was once more at their muercy. What they planned to do with me now I couldn't guess, I never could until they actually started performing with me.
I laid on the couch not knowing what was going to happen next, and expecting anything, having already sampled a bit of the way their minds worked.
Next they turned me over onto my back, and pulled me forwards swinging my legs around, so that they came off the couch, and put my knees on the floor. My feet in this position were still off the floor, but just touching the bottom of the couch. My head and shoulders were still resting on the couch, so that I was left looking up, exposing all my sex parts.
When I was positioned to their satisfaction, they stood back to admire their work.
"How do you like your new position?" asked my mistress. "I think it is rather clever myself. You are not hampered by boards or bars, and we can turn you to whichever way we please."
Then she bent forward, and took my balls in her hand, and placed my cock in her mouth, and started sucking it and licking it all over. It didn't take long for it to start growing inside her mouth, so that when it reached its maximum height, she could only get half of it in.
While she was doing this, Kay came over and knelt astride my face, then lowered her cunt onto my mouth. I automatically began to suck at it, and the more I sucked the harder she pressed against me, rubbing it well into my mouth.
Finally, I could feel myself cuming, and just as I stiffened for the climax, my mistress stopped sucking, but Kay carried on with it, and I felt her love juice spurt into my mouth. She didn't stop rubbing until I had swallowed it all.
When she was fully satisfied, she lifted herself up and got off me, as I looked up at her, she was smiling at me, and I wondered what she thought during these sessions, as she very rarely spoke.
When she had got off, and my mistress was satisfied that my passion had cooled a little, she began to massage my prick. Then she stood astride it, and slowly lowered herself onto it.
Bit by bit, it sank deeper and deeper into her, until she had swallowed it all up inside her. Then, slowly again, she raised herself right to the tip, then sank down to the balls. She did this for a while building up speed all the time, until she had worked up into a fast steady rhythm.
I felt my cock getting hotter all the time, and throbbing with the pleasure that was to come. I hoped this time she wouldn't stop me coming. She was panting and moaning with pleasure. She must have really needed this. Up and down she went getting faster all the time. Suddenly I felt my prick swell, and my juice shot straight up into her. She planted herself firmly onto me wriggling about, absorbing as much as she could. Her juice was mixing with mine now, and I thought I would go crazy with ecstasy.
Then it was over, we had both been satisfied, and she fell forward onto me in a state of utter relief. I wished I could relax the same way, but tied up as I was I just had to stay there until she decided otherwise.
When she had regained her breath, she stood up, letting my dong fall to one side. As soon as she was out of the way, my wife came over and took my prick in her hand and began to massage it back to its full strength. It took a little longer than usual after having only just cum, but with her tender caress, it soon began to rise.
Once it was up, she stood astride it, and rubbed her slit along it, not putting it in as I expected, but rubbing the clitoris firmly up and down, until it was once more as hard as a rock. I felt her stiffen. Then her juices flooded my balls and ran down into the crease of my asscheeks.
I knew from past experience that this didn't mean she had finished with me, and sure enough, as soon as my cock was well soaked with her juice, she stood up and put it at the entrance of her pussy.
Slowly it sank in, as the lips of her cunt swallowed my prick hungrily, until she had reached my balls. Steadily she worked up to a rhythm, and as she was doing so, her mother came up to me and placed her still wet twat over my mouth.
I could taste both of our juices from the previous fuck session, and as I put my tongue in her cunt hole I could still feel little droplets running down my throat.
I was so worked up again by now that I just didn't care, and sucked as hard as I could. My mouth was soaking wet, and I could feel Kay slipping easily up and down my prick.
Although it took me longer to cum, it was just as effective when I did, and as I shot deep into Kay's womb, I automatically sucked extra hard on my mistress, and she came right into my mouth, and I could feel Kay crushing my prick as she too had her orgasm.
By now we had all had enough for the time being, and after the two women had rested, my mistress said to me, "I think we've all worked hard today, and it's been most enjoyable, but we're going to leave you again for a while."
I lay there thinking, and wondering, how long would it be this time, where and when will it end. Would she keep me here all the time? I suppose I'll never know until it happens, all I can do is wait! Wait! Wait!
