Part 38 (1/2)

I settled myself to the floor to watch. Kathleen's eyes widened as she watched Christi and Jane approach with the whips.

She questioned them silently, begging with her eyes for them to release her.

”Please. What are you going to do to us?” she finally asked.

Jane closed her eyes.

”Kathleen. Honey. He's going to make us hurt you. A lot.”

”Oh G.o.d. Please. I haven't done anything. Please just let us go. I. I'm not good with pain.”

”I'm so sorry. I tried everything to make him not do this to you. I even offered myself in your place. He wants to hear you scream. I don't know why.”

”You are going to whip us? G.o.d. How can you do that?”

”I. I don't have a choice. He'll. Punish me if I don't. And eventually, I'll do it anyway. Please don't make it harder than it already is.”

Jane moved towards Kathleen and hugged her fiercely. I could hear her soft voice whispering. ”Kathleen. It's going to hurt. A lot. Don't hold back. Just scream your heart out. It helps.”

”You've been whipped?”

”Yes.”

The girls separated.

”I really don't want to do this. But. I just have no choice,” Christi spoke to the bound woman in front of her.

”I know.”

”You ready?”

Kathleen nodded her head. Bracing herself.

Christi stepped forward with the crop. I heard her whisper, either to herself or Kathleen, ”Forgive me.”

I heard the whistle of the crop through the air. Watched as the tip crashed heavily into Kathleen's chest. Catching her just above the nipples. A red line appearing immediately. Her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s dancing on her chest. The look of complete shock on her face as she realized that she really wasn't ready for this kind of pain. Her mouth opened and cried out her pain in one long sound.

”Aiiieieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” she screamed wonderfully.

I heard the smaller whip land on Nicole's b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She followed her cousin's wail of despair as the pain settled into her body.

Kathleen was crying and pulling at her bound feet and hands. Jane had closed her eyes. Wobbly on her bare feet. Looking decidedly sick about this.

Christi let another fall onto the still crying girl. Kathleen tensed and cried out again.

”Aiiiieeeeee. f.u.c.k. f.u.c.k. f.u.c.k. Please no more. It hurts. Mercy. I'll do whatever you want. Please.”

Nicole was simply hysterical as her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were caught again by Jane's strands. She was already broken. Screaming incoherently and crying. Sagging against her handcuffs, pulling Kathleen's arms up painfully through the tether. Not even having the energy to beg.

Kathleen began to beg. ”Please. Whoever you are. G.o.d. You have t.i.ts. You know what this feels like. Please no more. I'm begging you. I can't take it.”

Christi closed her eyes, bring the crop down against the bound woman's nipples.

She arched backwards and her mouth opened in a soundless scream. Incoherent. Tears falling unheeded down her face. Struggling against the steel and the ropes holding her body helpless.

She finally caught her breath. Crying.

”G.o.d. Please. Stop. No more. I can't take any more. If you have to hit me hit me somewhere else. Not the t.i.ts. You are going to kill me. Please,” she whispered. ”I'm going to pa.s.s out if you hit me again.”

Christi closed her eyes and raised her bare arm again. Having to hit her until I told her to stop. I watched as Jane whipped Nicole's b.r.e.a.s.t.s again. The girl arched with the blow and screamed. But her voice was already getting hoa.r.s.e. Her eyes were closed and she would pa.s.s out with another blow. Both girls. I could tell.

”Hold.” I spoke to the nude women. I rose to my feet and approached Christi.

”Thank G.o.d,” she whispered. ”She was going to pa.s.s out. You f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Are you f.u.c.king happy?”

Kathleen was slumped in her bonds, hanging from her wrists. Breathing heavily, sobbing at the pain radiating from her chest. I ignored Christi and stood by Kathleen.

”Had enough?”

”Good Christ,” she gasped out. ”You have no f.u.c.king idea how much this hurts. I want to die.”

”You won't die.”

”Please. No more. I'll do anything you want. I would have before. You don't have to keep hitting me. Please.”

”So, you don't want any more crops to your b.r.e.a.s.t.s?”

”Please. I'm going to pa.s.s out. I almost did on the last one. What do you want from me? I'll f.u.c.k you. I'll let you do anything to me. Anything. You can have me anyway you want me. Just. Stop. Hitting. Me. And Nicole. Please.”

”How about your p.u.s.s.y?”

”You can have s.e.x with me. I don't care.”

”I meant, instead of your b.r.e.a.s.t.s.”

”You want to hit me between the legs? Good G.o.d. Why? Please no more.”

I turned to Christi. ”Cut her pants off.”

Christi just looked at me. ”You can't be serious. She'll faint. If you don't destroy her forever.”

”Forever isn't very long for her.”

”Please. Don't kill me. I swear. I'll be your s.e.x slave forever. I don't want to die.” Kathleen interrupted. Probably misinterpreting my forever isn't very long for her comment. Christi had begun to cut the green uniform pants from Kathleen's body. Her long legs were exposed. Her bound feet still encased in white socks and running shoes. Christi took a deep breath and cut the panties off Kathleen in two quick strokes. Kathleen shuddered and begged quietly.

Jane had walked over and put her small hand on my shoulder. She whispered in my ear.

”Please. I'll take her place. You can whip me between my legs.”

I turned to her. ”Whip?”