Part 59 (1/2)

Without any further warning I brought the riding crop down vertically against Elizabeth's right breast. It danced crazily on her chest and a red mark almost immediately formed beside her nipple. It took a moment for the pain of the blow to register to her brain, and she just knelt calmly until it hit. Her face screwed itself up in a mask of agony, but she clenched her teeth around it and bore it somehow without crying out. I watched as both Christi and Jane cringed at the sound of the blow. I had held back so that I was on the border of breaking the girl's skin. She would hurt for a long time, but it wouldn't last beyond a few hours.

”Choose?”

She shook her head, this time real fear entering her eyes as she knelt there unable to protect herself from the pain. I let another fall just as hard beside her right nipple, careful not to hit her sensitive nub. This time the pain hit her faster and she gasped in a breath. Her breath came in short bursts, like a woman in labour, trying to ease the stripe of raw pain burning down her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

”Elizabeth, choose.”

”I can't.”

”You can. The next one is across the nipples.”

”Oh G.o.d. I can't. Please don't make me do this. Please stop.”

I sighed and carefully lined up the next blow. To her credit she knelt still even knowing where the next one was going to land. She wouldn't be able to take much of this. She didn't flinch as the crop lashed across her vulnerable nipples.

”Ahhhhhhhhhhh. s.h.i.+t. Oh G.o.d. It hurts. Please no more. I can't. Can't you see that. I can't. Ow. Ow. Ow. Owie. Oh G.o.d, it hurts. Not there. No more. Please.”

She had collapsed across the bed to the side, her bare feet kicking weakly, her wrists pulling at their bonds. Anything to cradle her burning b.r.e.a.s.t.s and nipples. I let her cry and moan for a few minutes and then got a little impatient.

”Kneel.”

”Oh G.o.d. I can't.”

”You can.”

She struggled with her body, trying to force it back up to her knees, her hands impeding her progress. I sat back and watched. Next time I was going to have to help her, but for now she still had the strength to do it herself.

She finally got back to her knees and looked at me miserably through her tears. ”Why?” she asked.

”You know why. Because you won't choose. Because you are being disobedient.”

”I'm not a d.a.m.n dog.”

”If you are, you're a d.a.m.n pretty dog. Please. I don't want to hit you again for this. Please just choose one.”

”Think about what you are asking. I can't. You're asking me to choose which of two girls are going to be tortured for no reason. I'm not G.o.d. Please don't make me do it. You choose.”

”We are going to keep this up until you either pa.s.s out, or choose. It's going to hurt.”

”I know. It hurts already. Believe me, it hurts.”

I sighed. It was going to take some time to break her. Eventually it was going to hurt so much that just the thought of another stroke across her vulnerable b.r.e.a.s.t.s was going to make her choose, but it was going to take a while. She really didn't want to choose. And I couldn't blame her. But this was part of her punishment. I wasn't going to allow her not to choose. I was becoming a battle between her and I. Her will against mine. She was going to lose.

Chapter 109.

She screamed out her pain as I lashed her vulnerable b.r.e.a.s.t.s twice in rapid succession. First her left, then her right before she had time to recover from the first blow. I carefully avoided the nipples, but the crop still left angry red welts across her pale b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She fell again to the side, trying to curl her bare body up to protect herself. Moaning and rocking. The pain flooding her mind. The only thing she could think of was to avoid another blow. Stop the awful pain.

I watched Amy and Sheila as Elizabeth fought down her pain on the bed. Finally Elizabeth looked up at me with teary eyes from her lying position and gasped.

”Oh G.o.d. Please no more. I can't take it any more. It hurts. Christ, it hurts.”

”I know it does. Are you ready to choose yet?”

”Oh G.o.d. Please no. My t.i.ts. My poor t.i.ts.”

”I won't hit you again if you choose. Jane or Christi? Simple.”

”You can't make me do this. I won't.”

”Alright. Knees.”

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Jane's mouth opened and then shut. She fought with herself while Elizabeth struggled to right herself. Elizabeth collapsed, moaning again into the bed. I had to reach forward to help the crying girl and between the two of us she finally kept her balance on her knees. Moaning.

”Elizabeth,” Jane finally braved opening her mouth again. ”Please. Just choose me and get it over with. I. I want to do it. Okay, honey? Stop this, before you faint. It's not necessary.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes. ”Janey, I love you. I can't. Just let me do this my way.”

”Elizabeth, please. I can't watch this anymore.” Jane looked up at me with pleading in her eyes. She addressed me, switching back to slave talk. ”M-master? Please. You are going to kill her. She can't take this. Take this slave. Please. She'll do what you want. She'll let herself be punished with Slave Elizabeth. Willingly. She can't choose. You must understand. I'll do it. Please.”

I took a deep breath and looked back at Elizabeth, trying to ignore Jane.

”Elizabeth. The next one is coming across your nipples again.”

”Oh G.o.d. No. No more. Please. I'll do what you want.” I could see the raw fear in her eyes. The fear of that crop cras.h.i.+ng across her nipples again. Afraid that she wouldn't pa.s.s out. She was cringing back now, not bravely thrusting her b.r.e.a.s.t.s towards me anymore.

”You'll do what I want?”

”Anything.”

”You'll choose a girl to be punished with?”

”Yes. You b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I will.” Her breath was ragged, her striped b.r.e.a.s.t.s rising and falling with her efforts at controlling her pain. ”Just, for the love of G.o.d, quit hitting me. Please.”

I lay back onto the bed and watched the girl suffer. She closed her eyes and moaned as another residual wave flowed through her body. I glanced back at the nude girls making love on the chair. They looked frightened as well, but continued their ordered activities. Amy pulling at her ropes.

”Well?” I spoke softly to Elizabeth.

”I. I don't deserve this. I just didn't want to have s.e.x with a woman. Please.”

”You knew that you were going to be punished.”

”But it hurts.”

”Punishments usually do.”

”But ... you have no idea ... please. I'm a person over here,” she was in tears again.