Chapter 14: Janine and Holly in Training, Part Two

Holding her hand over her mouth, Holly sat beside Nina on the sofa. She looked over at the table. Kelly was leaning over the bound Janine.

Kelly put her face down close to the brunette's. She said, "What's my name?"

"Uh, Kelly," Janine responded. "I mean Mistress Kelly."

"That's better. How old are you, Janine?"

"Twenty-two... Mistress Kelly."

"I knew you were older than me! I'm eighteen. That's funny, I'm not as old as you but I'm your teacher. Don't you think that's funny, Janine?"

"Yes, Mistress Kelly. Very funny."

Crane thought he detected a strong portion of sarcasm in the girl's response. He interrupted. "Kelly, I don't think Janine is serious about her instruction. Do you?"

"No, Master. I think she needs more incentive."

Kelly motioned to the guards, who had been watching from the bar. "Miguel, Jos,, would one of you escort Holly here? Please tie her to the table next to the one that Janine is on."

"I'll do it, Kelly," Miguel responded. Holly was beside Nina on the sofa. She seemed preoccupied with opening her jaws to insert fingers between her teeth and rearrange the wad in her mouth. Miguel walked over to her. He reached down and grasped her hand. Holly looked up.

"Follow me?" he asked, smiling down at her. Unlike Janine, she nodded and tried to smile in reply. She failed because of her stuffed mouth, but she obediently stood up, and she allowed him to lead her to a table close to Janine's.

At the table he told her, "Bend over.". Blushing, she complied. He bound her hands as he had the brunette's. When he was finished she was bent at the hips as Janine was, her legs straight down to the floor and her body straight out on the table. Her D-cup breasts were squashed under her.

"Shall I undo Janine now?" Kelly asked, looking at Crane. "For lesson Two?"

A little sex training of Janine will get me all the more horny for tonight.

Crane replied, "Yes. I'll get an armchair for her."

Crane stood up. He pulled a wide-armed recliner over the carpet until it was between the sofa on which Nina sat and his own armchair. Rita and the three men with her were watching. They must have realized that he was intending to move Janine to the chair, because they immediately repositioned their own chairs.

Crane went to Janine and knelt down behind her. He raised each foot in turn to remove the ring of black nylon from about her ankles. He stuffed them in a pocket of his jeans. Then he undid Janine's bonds and led her toward the recliner.

As she reluctantly followed, she asked him, "Aren't you interested in knowing who I am?"

"Learn to speak when you're told to," he responded. He turned her and shoved her backward. She fell onto the armchair.

"God you're uncivilized!" she exclaimed. "Don't you know who I am?"

Crane had what he sometimes thought was a pathological distaste for having a person's story imposed upon him. Even though he planned to interrogate Janine, her offer of gratis information annoyed him.

"No," he replied. "Nor do I care."

"Well, you should," she persisted. "I'm the daughter of the French Consul in New York! Everyone must be looking for me. You could still let us go, you know. Holly and I don't know for sure where this is. Of course, I think this is Colombia, but I'm not sure. Have you notified my parents that you're holding me? They aren't millionaires, you know."

I don't know if she's trying to intimidate me, impress me, or annoy me. In any case, she's interesting. Brainy. But, foolish.

"Why should I notify your parents?"

"For ransom. Isn't that why you kidnapped us?"

Ransom certainly seems a plausible reason, even a probable one. But not if she considered the clients she's seen here, and the collars on Kelly and Nina. She's not thinking.

"Janine," Crane said; "Use the recliner. Lean back."

She blushed. "You know very well why I won't. You have my panties in your pocket. Even if I were wearing them, I wouldn't lie back. I felt practically naked when that's all I had on under this skirt."

"Well," Crane said, "your next lesson is going to require that you do much more than that."

"Lesson? You're acting crazy again. Like this 'Master' silliness."

"Lesson Two begins now," he said.

"Lesson!" she exclaimed, mocking. "Well, then, Master, just what will you teach me?"

"You want to know what you'll be taught?" he responded, mildly. "It's simple enough--to masturbate in public."

"W-What?" Her face turned pink.

"Pull up your skirt," he told her.

"Spread your legs so your audience has an unobstructed view. Then, support your legs on the chair arms. Lean back in the recliner. Finger-fuck yourself."

Blushing, she said, "I won't even listen to you."

"I haven't yet disciplined you for not addressing me properly. That's simply because teaching you this is more important. Punishing you for improperly addressing me will come later.Now, lie back and play with yourself."

"You are crazy, aren't you? I'm not listening to anything else you say!"

"You don't think a whipping will persuade you to follow my order?"

Her smile bordered on a sneer. "Whip me until you draw blood for all I care. I'll never do what you said."

"Who said 'whip you'?"

"What?" She looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Crane, with a motion of his head, indicated the girl bound to the table. "Your friend Holly is the one we'll whip."

Putting her hand in front of her mouth, Janine exclaimed, "Oh, no! You're not serious! You wouldn't do that!"

"Not only would I," Crane responded; "but you have just sixty seconds to begin playing with yourself. After that, Kelly will begin whipping your friend Holly's ass."

Nina turned to Kelly, who was sitting beside her on the sofa, but on its arm, not a cushion. "It looks like Crane is giving you all the work today, Kelly."

Kelly laughed. "I don't consider it work. Do you?"

Crane called over to them. "Kelly, " he said, "I want you to use the cat for this, not my belt."

Kelly nodded. "O.K., Master Crane. I need practice using a cat anyway." She turned to Nina. "Can I borrow your cat, Nina?"

Nina reached down into her bag. "Sure, Kelly," she responded. "But you should really take a walk to the shed and get a supply of your own."

She handed the whip to Kelly, who promptly walked with it to the table where Holly was bound. Kelly stood behind the girl.

Crane watched her grip the hem of Holly's skirt. She pulled it up. Of course, the girl was naked under the skirt, so the action bared the girl's buttocks and genitals. She raised the whip.

If it were Nina she'd have fingered Holly, to embarrass her more. Well, I won't say anything now. I'll ask Nina to give her a few pointers. I don't need another trainer who has no recourse except to the whip.

He saw Kelly look about the room, apparently to be sure everyone was watching. Kelly turned the whip, to hold it as if it were a pen she was about to write something with on Holly's bare back. Kelly trailed its dangling plastic balls down the base of Holly's spine, then further. She drew them slowly between Holly's buttocks and onto her pudenda.

That's better. Good for Kelly.

At the contact, Holly suddenly jerked her hips against the table. She emitted an 'Nnn!' sound. Whether the sound was of surprise or of protest, it was too muffled to tell.

Crane glanced at his watch. "Thirty seconds. Thirty to go, Kelly. I'll tell you when to start whipping her."

Janine had still not leaned back in the recliner. She was staring down between her thighs. Her hands gripped the hem of her skirt, which she'd drawn up to her groin.

"Oh god!" she exclaimed. "I can't do this. I can't!"

Kelly was stroking the cat up and down, lightly, over Holly's fur-covered outer labia. The tiny balls bounced and danced on the flesh, and Holly began twisting her hips, trying to avoid the contact. She uttered more muffled sounds that Nina supposed were protests. Her face was pink with embarrassment.

"Time Kelly!" he said.

"Can I whip her now?"

"Certainly."

Kelly was tentative at first. She brought the cat across Holly's ass without enough force to strike it in just one area. The tails scattered broadly over her rear, with one or two landing on her labia. She jumped, however, and she emitted a louder protest than previously.

Crane looked down at Janine. Her fingers still gripped her skirt, holding it partway up, but she was looking over at Holly.

Crane said, "Kelly, you'll have to do better than that. Janine here needs encouragement."

"All right, Master Crane." She bent down over Holly and told the girl, "This is because your friend isn't cooperating."

Kelly straightened up and drew her arm back. She brought the whip across the girl's thighs rather than on her buttocks, in a hard, vicious blow. It struck below Holly's ass, across her labia as well as her thighs. Several of the plastic balls penetrated between the furry outer lips.

Holly's feet shot out from under her, and her body slid forward across the table. The girl emitted what was doubtless a shriek. Muffled though it was, everyone in the room heard her 'Mmmmff!!' Her head hung over the far edge of the table, and Kelly had to pull her back by the waist, until her feet were again on the carpet.