Frank Campbell - Bound Ankles

No one had a better plan so it was settled. That night, after a dinner of strange tasting dishes, heavy on the lamb and rice, Nigel set out on his quest. But not before Jan took him aside and had a little word with him. Donna could guess she was telling him that he had better not do any screwing around. From his arguments, it sounded like not screwing around would make him look suspicious. They finally agreed he could whip a little tail, and pretend to screw the girl. The girl probably would be grateful to not be raped and wouldn’t say a thing.

With Nigel gone, Jan paced the room like an expectant father. Pip and Donna tried to comfort her but there was little to be done. She was nervous and there was no way to ease her mind. Finally Donna jumped in with both feet to try and distract Jan.

“Jan, honey, did you know that I kissed Nigel?”

“Huh?”

“I said I kissed him.”

“You did what?” said Jan in disbelief.

“I got right up close to him and brushed his shirt with my breasts. Then I rose to my tip toes and gave him a kiss. It wasn’t a sisterly kiss, either.” Donna smiled sweetly. There isn’t a man in the world who can resist a naked girl with her hands tied behind her back. And that’s not all. He’s quite a man.”

Donna got the reaction she wanted. Being naked and with her hands bound behind her back as she spoke the irritating words, it was easy for Jan to grab a handful of her hair and drag her into the bedroom. There she threw the slavegirl on the bed, face down, and quickly looped rope around each ankle and tied them to the corners of the bed. Then she fetched the riding crop from her suitcase. Without a word she slashed the crop across Donna’s bottom, a bottom which had not been whipped for a couple days but was still plenty sore. Donna squealed but held in the louder cry that the sudden pain usually evoked.

Several hard strokes in succession relieved Jan of some of the immediate anger but not much. Still she dropped the riding crop on the bed. But her reason was not to end the infliction of pain upon this naked girl, it was to bind her in a position that made her far more vulnerable to the whip. Jan tied another rope to Donna’s wrist ropes then pulled her up onto her knees. The ankles were left tied to the bed. She took the rope around the edge of the bed, got on her knees, and found the crosspiece of the bed. She put the rope around that then came back up to Donna’s hands. When she pulled on that rope now, Donna’s hands were pulled back and down. More and more Jan pulled until Donna fell back to rest on her stiff arms. Jan pulled some more and Donna’s hands slipped off the end of the bed. Instantly the naked girl was bent backwards with her legs doubled under her and her arms touching the floor. Jan pulled until the rope was tight then she tied it to one of the legs of the bed.

Donna was in a very strained position. Her legs and bottom were on the bed but her shoulders, arms and head were beyond the edge of the bed. Her legs were bent double and spread wide. She could take some of the weight on her arms but it was still a very uncomfortable position. In a few minutes it would grow worse until it would surely become painful just by itself. But the position itself was not all Jan planned. She brought a gag from the suitcase and secured Donna’s mouth fill of rubber and encased in tight leather straps. Picking up the whip she watched Donna’s eyes widen in fear as she realized how vulnerable her body was. From her breasts down to her knees, the whole front of her was an easy target for the riding crop,

When anger drives the hand, the blows come fast and hard. The first half dozen strokes landed across the big breasts, making the flesh bounce and Donna scream into her gag. The next half dozen were across the taut thighs, crisscrossing the flesh with vivid red marks. Then Jan positioned herself for lashes that would come up between the legs and inflict incredible pain directly on her sex. Donna was whining and her eyes wide with fear.

“I’ll lash that thing right off you,” said Jan through clenched teeth. It was followed up by a hard cut squarely into her pussy. Donna’s body jerked and went rigid. A scream echoed around the room, muffled by the wad of rubber filling her mouth but still conveying the shocking pain this helpless nudity felt. Jan waited, panting, until Donna stopped screaming and the injured body fell back to the bed. Then she struck another blow in the same spot with much the same results.

Perhaps she would have gone on lashing her slavegirl until the offending sex was indeed slashed into ribbons. But a soft voice from the doorway held Jan’s hand as it drew back for another blow.

“She didn’t kiss Nigel.” Pip’s words were simple but effective, “Mommy, I was with her all day. She and Nigel have hardly talked to each other.”

“Then why did she say that?” Jan was puzzled. She lowered the whip and looked at the crying girls bound to the bed. “Why?”

“Because she wanted you to get mad. She wanted you to have something to do besides worry about Patsy.”

Jan dropped the whip on the bed. She knelt and removed the gag from a girl in considerable pain. “Why... You silly slavegirl!”

Donna just cried out her pain, tears running back the sides of her face.

“She knew you would get mad. And you would punish her, probably with the whip.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“I thought maybe it was a good idea,” Pip replied simply.

“But you started getting too hard. You were going to cause injury.”

Jan held Donna’s head and kissed her full on the mouth.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she said between kisses.

Somewhere the kisses stopped being signs of love and became signs of passion. An intense reservoir of emotions that had been finding release a moment before in anger now flooded out in love. Jan’s mouth trailed kisses down Donna’s neck to the breasts where her tongue teased the rigid nipples, Soon her kisses descended to the throbbing vagina where her tongue proved once again its talent for making another girl feel intense sensations. Donna was moaning, whether from pleasure or pain perhaps she didn’t even know herself. Probably both. But soon she was arching her body upwards to meet that wonderful tongue and beg of it satisfaction. Donna panted and panted and wiggled her whole body in ecstasy as her mistress brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

Donna’s eyes opened to behold Pip standing there, watching in amazement. “Pip...” the naked and bound girl panted, “come here.” Then she beckoned with her tongue in an unmistakable invitation. Pip was out of her clothes in a flash and straddling Donna’s head with her young legs. She put both hands under Donna’s head and pulled it up to meet her young sex. Donna’s tongue plunged immediately into Pip’s private place, bringing a gasp of pleasure from the teenager. Sensing her own orgasm was very near, Donna hurried to bring Pip to a climax at the same time. But the slavegirl was too far down the road and she came with a muffled explosion of pleasure, her body going rigid and trembling. But her tongue kept lashing and her lips sucking until the teenager unleashed a loud gasp of her own and clamped Donna’s head hard between her thighs.

For a long time, Donna was hardly aware of anything but the flashing lights and incredible pleasure in her body. When she came back to earth she was still tied at the end of the bed. Jan and Pip were lying on the bed, Pip’s head buried between Jan’s legs.

Later, when all were spent, Donna was untied. When Pip came to remove the ropes, Donna’s arms were trembling from the strain of holding up the top of her body. All the ropes were removed save the last one binding the wrists together. In the mood she was in, Donna would probably have fought anyone who tried to remove what had become a part of her and she was fiercely proud of. She was a slave girl and a good one. Who else would sacrifice her body to save her mistress from mental distress? She was a slave and very much honored by her mistress. And her mistress’ tongue.