Chapter 21: Nasty Trick


    Chapter 21: Nasty Trick


    Reggie had not been keeping count. He was too absorbed in watching this lovely girl’s reactions to the


    pain. Angus did, and the count was twenty-two when the Master stopped the whipping. He turned his


    attention to Darlene, standing only a couple feet away. Her eyes were closed and her face a mask


    reflecting the inner pain Melinda’s suffering had created. She was not looking, but she sensed that he


    was now standing directly behind her. She braced herself for the pain.


    When it came, it was far worse than she could ever have expected. She cried out and jerked, just as


    Melinda had done, and just as any woman would. It was a terrible burst of pain, worse even than the


    labor pains of childbirth. She fought to get her toes back on the concrete, and when the next stroke


    came she managed to keep them in contact with the floor. She lifted up on them a little more but did not


    jerk so much as to hang by her neck.


    She was crying between the screams she could not keep in. After the tenth vivid welt had been applied,


    he stopped whipping her. Turning back to Melinda, he told her, “Stick your breasts out. Way out. Come


    on, you can do better than that.”


    Melinda did not want to present her breasts for the whip. But the rope held her in ce and there was


    nothing she could do. He would whip her breasts whether she offered them to him or not. And –


    perhaps – he would whip them a little less if she cooperated. She thrust her chest out and closed her


    eyes.


    They opened wide with the shock of pain where she did not expect it. “Arrrggghhh!” she cried even with


    the rope again tightened around her neck. For a second, she hung by her neck, her legs kicking out,


    face darkening and mouth wide open. Her feet eventually found the floor again and she struggled to


    loosen the rope enough to get air in.


    The poor girl had reacted so violently because he had not struck her across the breast. That would


    have been bad, but instead he tricked her and brought up the whip between her legs, striking squarely


    against her sex. He knew just how to do it so that the most sensitive nerves would bear the brunt of the


    impact and scream the loudest.


    Melinda wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Never had she felt such pain. It was even more than she


    would even have thought possible. The shock of it ran right up into her body, making her almost sick to


    her stomach from the pain.


    Turning to Darlene, Reggie calmly told her to spread her legs apart. Darlene’s eyes opened wide as


    she realized what he intended. She looked to Melinda, sobbing loudly and with such suffering on her


    face. She looked back to Reggie as he stood there. With her lower lip trembling, she inched her legs


    apart while trying to keep on her toes and not hang by the neck. When she could no longer spread her


    legs wider and the rope was so tight she had trouble breathing, he nodded to her. The rope was pulling


    up so hard that her head was tilted to one side.


    For long seconds Reggie held the whip back, ready to snap it forward and up into her exposed sex.


    Darlene’s eyes were locked on his. A terrible, wordlessmunication passed between them.


    To the side, Melinda watched through the mist of her own pain and in disbelief as this man prepared to


    whip Darlene between the legs. She wanted to say something, anything that might stop this monster


    from hurting Darlene as he had hurt her, but words failed. What could she say? What could she


    promise? Nothing.


    The arm swung and the stone walls resounded with the crack of leather hitting soft female flesh,


    immediately followed by a gasping scream. The scream died quickly, however, as Darlene’s body went


    limp. The pain had been too intense; she had fainted.


    Angus stepped forward without being called. Quickly he shed the rope with a knife and grabbed the


    woman before she fell to the floor. He picked her up in his arms and carried her from the room.


    “Well, congrattions, you took more pain without fainting. You’re a strong woman.” He tossed the


    whip into the box. “I’ll be right back. You stay put.” Then he walked out.


    Melinda tried to cease her sobbing, but the pain lingered and she could not stop the tears totally. Alone


    in the torture room, she twisted her arms and body as hard as she could, trying to pull her arms apart


    by sheer strength of her muscles.


    The tape was stronger. She finally quit and simply stood there, not totally on her toes any longer


    because the rope had tightened enough to lower her a couple of inches.


    Angus came back many long minutester. He removed the rope from her neck and led her to the


    room with the benches. Darlene was already lying face down on a bench, her body again strapped


    down. Worried, Melinda wanted to ask if she was all right. Then she saw she was still breathing. As she


    was being strapped down, she could not help but shed a few more tears, not so much for the pain still


    lingering in her ass and pussy, but for the terrible life they were now condemned to.


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    Angus finished his work and left them in the dark. Melinda noticed that those electrodes were not


    attached to their nipples, so she spoke in the dark. “Are you okay?”


    “I’ve been better,” came the reply. She sniffed and sighed. “Please, Melinda, don’t provoke him. Just


    y along. Sooner orter we’ll find a way to escape. Or your father will find us.”


    Melinda had doubts about that but did not express them. Her mind was trying toe to grips with the


    reality of their new life. The terrible, painful reality.