Part 80 (1/2)

”You'll see.”

”I'm not going to like it am I?”

”You will. On one level.”

”Oh G.o.d.”

I felt her tense as she tried to push down onto Christi's teasing fingers.

Soon her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were tight, tied adequately for my purposes. I traced the sensitive flesh, feeling the unnatural tightness of her soft skin. Jane gasped.

”It hurts,” she whispered.

”It's supposed to.”

”Last time ...” she began.

”I tied you up like this, you got it across *em,” I finished her thought for her.

”Oh G.o.d. Please no. I can't take it.”

”You don't have much choice, my dear.”

”Oh G.o.d.”

Chapter 127.

She squirmed a bit in the bonds, feeling the unusual sensation of her bound b.r.e.a.s.t.s on her chest.

”Remember that you aren't to scream.”

She closed her eyes. ”If you hit my b.o.o.bs, I can't. Please don't do this to me. Hit me somewhere else.”

”How about if I hit *someone* else?”

I watched as her numb mind worked. Realized that I would be hitting Christi instead of her. She definitely didn't want that. Christi didn't enjoy this kind of thing at all and even though it would protect Jane's skin, this was for Jane. She slowly shook her head. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Christi's fingers hesitate between Jane's legs as she clued into my offering her skin instead. Of course, I knew that Jane wouldn't let it get to that.

”Remember. No screaming.”

”Can I talk?”

”Just don't raise your voice. After the first two, you can scream for me.”

”Believe me, I will. Christ. I don't know if I can do this.”

”Try.”

Her eyes registered understanding. I wouldn't punish her if she couldn't do it, as long as she made her best effort. I couldn't imagine how she could even think with the sensations from her crotch mixed in with fear of that simple whip about to mark her beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

I lined up on her bound b.r.e.a.s.t.s and made two practice swings. She flinched both times, gritting her teeth, expecting the searing pain.

The third swing connected with the tops of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I couldn't hit her hard since I didn't want the taut skin to break and it was a very real danger with her like this. However, with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s bound as tightly as they were any touch was going to hurt her, even something as simple as a fingernail scratching gently down her skin. The crop would have been unbearable.

She threw back her head, whipping her hair around as she struggled with the agony of the crop. I could see the red mark beginning to form as soon as the crop fell away from her. I was sure she was going to howl like a wounded animal. Instead her self control kicked in and she hissed through her teeth. She managed to hold her vocal chords from crying out her pain. I have no idea how.

”Oh G.o.d. You b.a.s.t.a.r.d,” she spoke finally in a conversational tone. ”You have no f.u.c.king idea how much that hurts. I didn't remember how much that hurt. f.u.c.k. f.u.c.k. f.u.c.k. Please no more. Hurt me somewhere else. Not there again. I can't. I'll scream.”

There really wasn't anything stopping her from screaming. I wasn't about to stop her, and she knew in her heart that I wouldn't punish her. I had no idea why she was holding it in.

”Ready?”

”No.”

I lined up carefully on her heaving chest. I'd meant to hit the bottoms of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, but when the crop fell, she flinched and managed to get her nipples directly into the line of fire. The crop landed squarely on her still erect nipples, crossing them both with a fine red line. I thought that she would either bring down the branch or dislocate her arms. She twisted violently, her hair damp and whipping around as she tried to get away. Somehow, she managed to keep her lips shut around the m.u.f.fled cry of agony that threatened to emerge. I have no idea how she managed it. I felt bad for her. I hadn't intended to put her in that much pain. Tears were running down her face, and she had managed to pull herself away from Christi's fingers. As Christi moved to touch the girl again, I motioned for her to stop. I thought that Jane had enough on her mind, without worrying about the sensations there.

Her voice finally came out, choked but soft. ”Jesus Christ. You didn't have to hit my nipples,” she said through her tears, as though I'd betrayed her. Truthfully, I felt like I had. ”I can't feel them, and I can. It hurts so f.u.c.kING much. Owie,” she sobbed as she stood there unable to move or to strike out at me. She wanted to, I could see it in the set of the her nude body. If she was free, nothing could have stopped her from trying to hurt me back. I couldn't blame the girl.

I dropped the crop in the gra.s.s and held her. Enough for now.

Finally, she allowed herself to press herself uncomfortably into my shoulder and cry herself out. I held her for a number of minutes until the shaking in her bare body receded.

”I'm. I'm sorry,” she mumbled as I released her from the hug.

”You're sorry?” I looked at her incredulously.

”I did this to myself. I got myself into this. I shouldn't blame you.”

”It hurt. I know. If it means anything, I didn't mean to get your nipples.”

She hung in her restraints, and sniffled. ”I. I'm alright. It hurt. It still does. But you can continue. I can scream now, right?”

I nodded, a half smile playing about my lips. I was sure that she'd beg to get out by now. But she hadn't. She was a strong girl.

”Christi?” I spoke to the girl on her knees behind Jane.

”You didn't have to hit her that hard. She's there because she wants to be. Not because of your twisted games. Go easy on her,” Christi spoke for the first time.

”It wasn't intentional,” I a.s.sured Christi. ”If you don't want to be involved anymore, I can let you go now ...”

Christi paled. ”I. I didn't mean ...”

”I know,” I rea.s.sured Christi. ”Relax. I was just offering you a way out, if you didn't want to go through the next part.”

”Next part?”