Part 20 (1/2)

”G.o.d that hurts.”

”Think about how much it is going to hurt when I whip you there.”

”Christ, you f.u.c.ked up b.i.t.c.h you can't do that.”

Sheila's musical voice spoke from where she lay on the floor. ”You f.u.c.king s.h.i.+thead. How many times? How many times did you have me like that? Hanging from your f.u.c.king hooks. Naked. Helpless. My legs spread for you. How many times? How many times did you come out here? That G.o.dd.a.m.n grin on your face? That f.u.c.king whip in your hand? How many times did you make me kiss it? Huh? How many times did I beg you not to use it on me? How many times did you use that f.u.c.king whip on me? On my p.u.s.s.y? Even on my a.s.shole? While I screamed? And begged? How many f.u.c.king times?” Tears began to fall from her eyes again. She fought them back. Fought back the memories. ”How many times?” she whispered.

Christi hadn't lost eye contact with him. I saw her eyes flash. Taking in Sheila's words. I watched as she struggled to contain the impulse to kill him on the spot. Instead she smiled. A scary, evil smile. He paled. I'd have paled too in his position. I watched as Christi purposely applied pressure with her fingers to his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es again. Watching his face intently as it fell through the stages of fear, pain and then to agony. She kept the pressure on as he fought to pull away. Fought with the ropes holding him. Fought like a daemon. And finally simply held back his head and screamed. Much like Sheila probably had in another time as he whipped her mercilessly between her spread thighs. I couldn't imagine that kind of pain.

Finally Christi released him and backed away. Her face a mask of satisfaction. She'd finally broken the b.a.s.t.a.r.d. He fell forward, still gasping for breath. Moaning. If he wasn't bound, I was sure he'd be doubled up in pain. Unable to utter any intelligible sound.

Christi returned to her stance by my chair. Jane and Sheila shakily got to their feet and limped over as well. The two of them sunk to their knees watching Mayer. Too tired to stand.

I raised my eyes to Christi. Noticing my attention, Christi looked back at me.

”Nice,” I remarked to her.

She smiled. While she had my attention, her hand purposefully snaked down her bare body, lightly brus.h.i.+ng her hard nipples as it traveled down. I watched as her hand lightly traced her outer l.a.b.i.a and she moaned quietly. She was showing me that she was turned on. I wasn't too surprised with her. I'd seen this reaction before. She had even admitted her s.a.d.i.s.tic tendencies to me. I saw Jane's eyes flick over and widen, but she probably just a.s.sumed that I'd asked Christi to do that. I didn't think that Christi had shared her dominant tendencies with the other women. But it was hard to tell. The look that crossed Jane's face had an element of understanding in it as well. Maybe she just knew. Jane was incredible perceptive.

With an obvious effort, Christi withdrew her hands from her own body and s.h.i.+vered. Mayer was beginning to recover. I glanced down at Sheila and out of the corner of her eye she knew I was looking at her. She glanced up from her kneeling position.

”Master? You wouldn't believe the pain he put me through up there. Can I? Can I kick him again? In the b.a.l.l.s? Please?” Her face was flushed. She couldn't believe she was asking this. That she was pulling enough away from Mayer's control to ask this. She's probably dreamed, fantasized about doing this for months.

”Sheila honey. You can do anything that doesn't kill him. You don't have to ask my permission. I'm just observing. I doubt if a kick to the b.a.l.l.s will kill him. He might wish he was dead, but it shouldn't kill him.”

”Really?”

”Really.”

Mayer had heard the exchange. He shook his head. Moaned. ”Please. No.”

Finally he was losing the att.i.tude. Christi had a way with men. He'd felt her fingers. I couldn't imagine the pain of getting kicked there. Even by a small woman like Sheila in bare feet. Schoolyard mishaps were enough for me.

Sheila climbed to her bare feet and walked slowly and carefully until she was standing in front of him again. His eyes traveled over her nude body. She silently suffered his attention. Not much she could do to cover herself. Not like he hadn't seen her before.

I watched as he managed to regain some of his self-confidence.

”Well c.u.n.t? Can you do it? Put me in as much pain as I put you?”

She hesitated. He was clever. Playing on her feminine side. Trying to get her to remember how awful the agony was. Trying to make her think twice about inflicting it on someone else. Playing on her female tendency towards sympathy. However misplaced. It might have worked if he hadn't slipped and called her a c.u.n.t. He probably didn't even realize his mistake.

She slowly shook her head, ”I'm not a c.u.n.t.”

”You f.u.c.king c.u.n.t. I swear you'll regret this. f.u.c.k you.”

She closed her eyes and lashed out at him with her bare foot. I heard it connect with him. Right through his pants. Directly on target. His mouth opened in a soundless scream, pure agony crawling across his face. His whole body convulsed and twitched against the ropes. Finally, he gasped in another big lungful of air and screamed. If I didn't know better, I would have guessed it was a woman under extreme torture. I was actually surprised that he didn't pa.s.s out.

She had fallen again to the floor. Her face a mask of pain mirroring Mayer's. Her side, bruised muscles and cracked rib flaring into her nerves. She'd put all her fading strength into that kick. Tears ran down her face, but she managed not to cry out. Trying her best to control her breathing. Finally she raised herself to her hands and knees. She leaned forward, retching from the pain. Her stomach was completely empty and nothing came up. Finally she just hung her head, crying out as her stomach muscles contracted. She finally regained control of her breathing and looked up at me wearily. Tears falling freely from her eyes. She managed to get a smile out.

”Got him. Didn't I?” She gasped out. Proud of herself. I nodded back to her.

She struggled her way to her knees, looking at the man in agony hanging from his wrists. She waited a few minutes, breathing deeply, and then with a huge effort, managed to raise herself back to her feet. She cringed and gently held her injured side, but faced him again. Swaying from side to side. Even keeping her balance was an effort. A stunning bruised woman facing the rapidly failing man. She managed to hold her head up and quietly waited for him to recover.

Finally he raised his head and whispered to her. ”f.u.c.k. You f.u.c.king G.o.dd.a.m.n c.o.c.ksucking b.i.t.c.h.”

”Now you know why I was screaming so much when you whipped me between my legs. But you didn't f.u.c.king care. Did you? You just kept it up until I couldn't scream any more. No. No rests for me. You f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Didn't matter if I hurt? Did it? I'll bet you f.u.c.king care now.”

”I hope it hurt you. You deserved it, you f.u.c.ked up b.i.t.c.h.”

”Apologize.”

”Apologize?”

”I want you to apologize. I want you to stop calling us degrading names. I'm not a f.u.c.king c.u.n.t. I'm not a wh.o.r.e. I'm not a b.i.t.c.h. Got it? And neither are Jane and Christi. We're people. Human beings.” Her voice had dropped to a whisper.

”Who the f.u.c.k do you think you are, b.i.t.c.h? You are a G.o.dd.a.m.n slave. If not mine then his. You're a f.u.c.king pet. You better f.u.c.king get used to it.”

”I know that I'm his slave n-now. If he wants me called a b.i.t.c.h, then I'll accept it. But. I. Don't. Have. To. Take. It. From. You. Anymore. I also think that I'm the *woman* that is about to boot your b.a.l.l.s up through the roof of your mouth if I don't hear an apology and right now.”

I felt like applauding. She as getting the hang of it. Letting her pain and anger go.

”I. I can't take another kick. Not there.”

”You think that I could take that whip of your's on my p.u.s.s.y? I didn't have a G.o.dd.a.m.n choice, now did I? I wished I was DEAD, you f.u.c.ker. I just about committed suicide, you f.u.c.ked up b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I would have if I wasn't afraid for my brother. And you think I won't kick you again? It hurts me to do it. I'm in f.u.c.king agony thanks to you. But I swear to G.o.d I will kick you again, and I'll keep kicking you until I can't anymore, if you don't f.u.c.king start APOLOGIZING.” Her voice had risen from a soft whisper to a scream. She was nearly hysterical. She was scaring me, and I wasn't even the one she was p.i.s.sed at.

”Alright. I'm sorry. f.u.c.k. I'm sorry already. Just don't kick me again. I won't be able to have children. Christ. I'm sorry I called you names. I swear it. I'll never do it again. I swear.”

”You weren't too worried about my future children? Were you? Care to apologize for whipping my c.u.n.t? Care to apologize for not giving me a chance? For raping me every f.u.c.king day for the last three months? For whipping me even though I was begging and pleading? Even though I couldn't beg because you f.u.c.king gagged me to keep me quiet? Care to apologize for kicking the s.h.i.+t out of me for no G.o.dd.a.m.n reason?”

”I sorry. I'm so sorry.”

She closed her eyes. Seeing what was coming, he braced himself as best he could. Her foot lashed out again and traveled the short distance to his crotch. The flat top of her foot connected with him again. Again, he screamed silently. Twisting. His body retched. His stomach was empty as well and nothing came up, thankfully. He ended up mimicking that tortured woman again. Screaming. Crying. Begging. Much like I imagine Sheila did when the positions were reversed. Only in her case it went on and on. Her whole world just a wall of red pain. I was beginning to wonder how she'd survived as sane as she had. What I'd seen appeared to be just the tip of the iceberg.

She had fallen to the floor again. Tears running down her face as she tried to get her breath. This time, she was facing him as she'd fallen. Crumpled on the floor. When she could breathe again, she managed to hiss at him, ”I don't believe you.”

I seriously doubted if he could even hear her; his agony overriding all his other senses.

She collapsed onto the floor, sobbing. Christi and Jane were just watching this whole thing with tears in their eyes. Paralyzed. Not quite believing this woman's courage.

I slowly got out of the chair and walked over to her fallen form. I knelt beside her.

”You alright?”

”Emotionally or physically?” she managed to gasp out. Tears coursing down her cheeks. Her right cheek was turned towards me, the bruise, if anything, looked worse than before.

”Both.”