Chapter 54

"I hear you're a disobedient girl!" bellowed the General, leaning forward to address her directly. "There's no room for disobedience in my outfit, you know." The chatter in the room died away. Lauren heard her heart pounding against the floor, the squelch of her pussy as Maria let go of her foot. She curled into a ball, exposing the tight cum-speckled slickness of her pussy to him. Trembling slightly, she coughed, catching her breath in between great gasps for air. "I think she needs education! Yes, that's it. More training for this one!"

"No!" wailed Lauren, sickness lurking in the pit of her stomach. "No, please leave me alone"

"On your knees, disobedient bitch!" he shouted. Maria grabbed Lauren's hips and pulled her up, squatting obscenely next to her. She laid Lauren's head on the small armchair, her bottom facing the little congregation. Lauren missed the silent order, the nod from the General, as he directed the next event. The ropes around her wrists were replaced with those used on Emma. Once her wrists were again securely bound, the free ends of the rope were passed around the rear castors of the armchair. "Fight and you'll be sorry. Now stay still!" he boomed, causing Lauren to flinch.

"Please, please..."

A little of the colour and humour had drained from Emma's face, and Jamie's erection had shrunk. Maria whispered to Julie and pushed her towards Lauren, smiling as she watched her sink down beside her frightened friend.

"Lori... do you want me to help?"

"What?" Lauren turned towards the girl, her arms straining around the front and side of the chair. She was acutely aware of her crude position, her anus pouting from her up turned bottom, her pussy slick, shiny with the men's orgasms.

"I can hold you, be here with you if you like"

"I've been raped before, this is no different" she replied with a slight smile. She was grateful for the girl's kind thoughts.

"Er, they're not going to rape you, really. They're going to whip you because you were naughty."

"No!" she screamed, pulling hard against the white ropes, moving the chair a few inches with each superhuman jerk. Her wrists burned against the rope, her neck straining as blood bulged in her veins. The General clicked his fingers. Lauren heard a slight rushing noise before feeling the most intense stinging sensation across her bottom. She flew forward, banging into the chair, distorting her mouth as she squashed into the cushion.

Her bottom stung badly, the shock of the sudden punishment being just as bad as the pain itself. Realising there could be another, she twitched, trying to look behind and avoid the next round. Her neck ached as she twisted.

"That was just my hand!" smirked Maria, kneeling down beside her. "When I've finished, you'll be red raw, maybe even bleeding a little. Either that, or you'll be begging me to make you come." Maria ran her hand over the smoothness of her buttocks, taking care to venture within a hair's breadth of her wet pussy.

Julie leaned forward and kissed her shoulders. "There there" she said, pushing Lauren's hair lovingly out of her eyes.

"Squeeze her nipples, really gently" said Maria, standing and watching. She towered over her prisoner, her thigh muscles bulging from exercise and perfect physique, smiling as Julie began to caress her nipples, laying her head on her back. "That's good, let's get started." Maria accepted the small whip that was handed to her and felt the individual thongs that dangled from the leather handle. She rolled the tiny knot at the end of one of the thongs between her fingers, admiring it's simple, clean feel. As she walked towards the armchair, Lauren twitched, again straining to see what was happening.

"Open your eyes"

Lauren did, only to find about a dozen thin strands of leather dancing before her eyes, each with a single knot at the end. She sniffed, pure pain now constricting her throat as the situation deteriorated. Shaking her head, she twisted and looked up at Maria, avoiding her eyes but settling for a long look at the woman's pussy, the dark furrow and naked valley of her labia. Pleasure swept through her stomach, falling deep and satisfying between her thighs.

"Keep your legs apart, bitch!" roared the General. She shifted quickly.

"See this?" asked Maria. "This is going to set your arse on fire. Every private thought, every reaction, every secret will be given up in the next few minutes." She trailed the whip over her face, down across her back, and over her buttocks. With her hands, she pressed against Lauren's anus, a finger turning gently as cum continued to dribble from the tight rosebud of her hole. Maria pulled the whip up between her thighs, over her pussy and hard against her anus. Swapping ends, she pressed the stiff shaft of the whip against her, pushing hard to open the tight sphincter muscles. Lauren groaned, the feeling intense, once again disgusting sensation as the inch and a half diameter handle entered her slightly. Maria pulled back out, pushed in again and smiled as the entrance became easier. Removing the handle, she knelt, examining the slick, cum-covered entrance with her index finger. "So ready! You're so aroused, I wonder if you'll come?" She pulled her finger out. Lauren grimaced, shifted on the armchair and then, as her muscles deserted her, broke wind.

"Ohh!" she whimpered, shame and disgust etched across her tear- lined face.

"You dirty little whore!" shouted Maria, standing. She pulled the whip back above her shoulder and swung down ferociously. White light seemed to burst into her head. Nothing could have prepared her for the instant, blinding pain that gripped her body. It felt as though hundreds of snakes had bitten her at once, their venom searing through her veins. She shook, reverberating, trying to calm her body but still anticipating the next assault. Her bottom twitched, and she could feel the pulsing of her anus, involuntary against the subtly of the air against her skin. Julie gripped her chest tightly, hugging her, restraining her movements. Lauren felt Maria slip down beside her once again.

"Please, that's enough!"

"What? We've only just started. Have you ever heard of anyone only getting one stroke of the cane?"

"Please, I can't stand any more!"

"You've never tried, that's all.' She caressed the smooth cheeks of her buttocks, tracing the outline of the darkening mark where the whip had made contact. "You've got the makings of a lovely mark across your bottom, such a wonderful colour against your tan" She once again caressed her with the whip, concentrating on her thighs and the heat that seemed to emanate from between her legs. "Such a pretty pussy!" Maria trailed her fingers gently over her labia, taking care to avoid her clitoris or even to delve into her sweet vagina. Lauren squirmed, feeling the pain and heat translating into lust. The contrast between the insufferable pain and the light touch of her fingers caused bubbles of delight to filter through to her brain. She shook in disbelief, unable to allow any feeling of desire to gain acceptance. She felt Maria's little finger pushing between her pussy lips, so tiny, so welcome. She opened her eyes, pleased to see Julie looking straight at her. The teenager smiled back, reassuringly, her face registering compassion as Maria stood again. "Lori, you're so wet, you're practically dripping!"

"Maria please!"

"Do you want me to let you come?"

"Please, yes!"

"Beg me!"

"Please, let me come"

"Not loud enough!" The whip streaked through the air, catching her on the left buttock with such surprise that her breath seemed to be trapped in her lungs. She coughed fitfully, adding to the intense, blinding stars behind her eyes. Sickness billowed in her stomach as Julie held her waist tightly, steadying her attempts to tear herself from the ropes. As her breathing returned, Lauren uttered a piercing scream that shook the room.

"Shut the stupid girl up. Now!" barked the General, his cock now fully rigid.

Maria glared at Julie. "Give me your knickers!" she said, her teeth clenched. Fear seemed to pass across her face as she glanced at the General. Julie stood, leaning slightly on Lauren as she swayed back and forth. She dug her thumbs into the waistband and pulled her knickers down to the floor, flicking them up into her hands with a swift movement of her foot. Maria balled them up, pinched Lauren's nose and pushed them roughly into her mouth. "Hey, they're wet!" she commented, leaning down slightly to peer between her legs. Julie sank back onto the carpet. Lauren writhed, her heart beating wildly as difficulty in breathing added to her terror.

"Shh! I'm here!" whispered Julie, her fingers running through her hair, pulling the matted, sweaty strands from her cheeks. Lauren groaned, her nostrils flaring as she fought for consciousness. Once again, Maria slowly dragged the whip over her reddened buttocks, teasing her pussy and dwelling on her anus, threatening to plough the handle back inside. Lauren shook, her muscles tensed, aching, panic allowing her body to react with lightening speed to the slightest stimulus. She twisted and turned, looking back, bracing herself, preparing for the inevitable stroke that would once again temporarily blind her, force her to struggle for breath.

"So wet." commented Maria, spreading the deluge of slipperiness over her shaking thighs. "You're so frightened! And yet all you need to do is ask me to make you come!"

Lauren groaned, trying desperately to form a sentence, even though the knickers in her mouth meant that the best she could expect was a series of grunts. She became aware of the sweet smell from them, the greasy, slick patch of the gusset that rubbed against her nose as she moved on the chair. Opening her eyes again, she noted Julie's breasts and Jamie's limp cock in the background. She sensed Emma behind her among a crowd of others. Tears obscured any further identification.

"Here we go again." said Maria, running her finger from Lauren's neck slowly down towards her buttocks. "Just here, I think!" she said, prodding her right cheek. Lauren shook, vomit threatening to billow up into her mouth. She shook her head, turning frantically as her imagination built. Maria's arm rose above her head, and she grunted as she tensed for the downward swing. Lauren wrenched against the ropes, pulling as hard as she could, her wrists red as every muscle in the arms stretched unnaturally. A great swishing noise was followed by silence. Maria laughed, the rest of the audience joining in at the torment, as Lauren reacted like a wind-up doll, turning quickly, unnaturally to the implied stroke. She shook her head, crying steadily, then, eyes wide in amazement, she screamed with a muffled groan as Maria flicked her buttocks gently with the whip.

"Maria, get her goddamn legs open!" barked the General again. The woman scurried over to the sofa, grabbed a cushion and pushed it between Lauren's thighs, ensuring a separation of her knees wide enough to please her master.

"Lauren! Bottom up. Right up high!" Maria pushed in the middle of her back, accentuating her proud cheeks. "Good girl" She knelt again, teasing the puffy lips of her vagina with her fingers. "Jeeze, you're so hot, aren't you? I love your sweet pink lips, surrounded by such a wonderful tan!" She flicked her clitoris momentarily, causing Lauren to wail. "Almost there, eh?"

Lauren inhaled as she touched, aware that what Maria said was absolutely true. During the pauses between the pain, the heat translated into pure pleasure, the violence of the attack stoking her desire for gratification. She nodded submissively, screwing her eyes against the audience. Her breathing was shallow, hot, irregular. She flinched again as Maria brushed against her feet. The cool touch of her thigh against her soles was reassuring and she pushed back, anxious to engage the feeling. Maria shuffled her legs, approaching Lauren's soaking sex before blowing gently over her pussy. Deep moans of pleasure came from the bound girl, the tremulous muscle movements of her anus betraying her involuntary demands.

With the lightest of touches, Maria trailed her tongue down between her lips. Lauren's mouth worked spastically, desperately trying to offer thanks.

"Soon, my beauty!" said Maria, deliberately slapping her hand on her smooth, tanned buttocks as she stood up again. Lauren jumped, again turning to try and predict the next shock. Maria moved Julie out of the way, standing so that Lauren could see her. She raised her hand, the whip dancing as she took aim. Lauren shook her head, eyes bulging, wailing through the damp knickers as the arm began it's downward path. She closed her eyes just as the knotted thongs struck across her buttocks. Another brilliant flash of pain sent her jerking hard against the chair, the red-hot sting of the whip searing through her body, reawakening previous strokes to generate an intense warmth that was almost kindly. Lauren thought that Maria had deliberately restrained from hitting too hard, and took the opportunity to wiggle her bottom, as though distributing, aiming the heat towards her crotch. She could feel her idiotic anus pumping, shaking with her thighs in anticipation of any further stimulation.