Duncan Fox - Daddy_s darling daughter

Judy wrenched and pulled at the ropes, and gained a fraction of an inch at the expense of same skin on the back of her hand. The loop of rope was almost up to her knuckles, grinding the bones of her hand tightly together, adding to Judy's general agony.

Smiling nastily, Karen approached, whipping the thin branch around, making it whistle through the air. She gazed at Judy's naked body with open relish. "Boy, am I gonna make you pay," Karen snickered. "Am I ever gonna make you pay!"

Judy stiffened her resolve and decided not to plead further with Karen, knowing it would only add to the girl's pleasure. Instead of cringing, Judy lifted her chin and glared defiantly at her tormentor. Karen wasn't going to enjoy this any more than possible, Judy vowed silently. She stiffened her muscles and tried to prepare herself for the first stinging slash of Karen's makeshift whip. Judy bit her lip, resolving not to cry no matter how much it hurt.

"Now, where should I start?" Karen pondered, fingering her chin again. She must have just seen a movie where someone did that. She was always trying things like that out in an attempt to be impressive.

"Your tummy should be real tender," Karen decided. She drew the thin lash back, then whipped it across the sensitive skin of Judy's belly. Judy jerked and bit her lip at the searing sting of the lash tearing across her skin. Karen drew her arm back and lashed again with the whip, and again it ripped across Judy's tummy, making her suck in her breath as she fought down a cry of pain.

"Boy, I bet that hurts," Karen remarked, her eyes gleaming. "I bet it hurts worse than when you beat me up."

Judy stiffened her resolve still more at this comment. When Judy had finished beating Karen up, the girl had lain curled up in a ball on the playground, blubbering like a baby. Half the school had seen that, and everyone had agreed she'd deserved it. Judy was absolutely not going to give Karen any satisfaction whatsoever. The lash blazed across Judy's belly again, and again she had to bite her lip to control her cry of pain. The thin lash had a series of bumps along its length where Karen had stripped off the leaves. The little bumps cut into Judy's skin painfully as the lash seared across her skin.

"I'm gonna make you, cry," Karen vowed, striking at Judy again. There was a nasty glitter in her eyes. "I'm gonna make you bawl like a little bitty baby, just like the little baby you are." She struck at Judy again and again, harder and harder. Each stroke of the, lash burned like fire across Judy's belly, and still she fought down her tears. She looked down and saw that her, tummy was turning red from the slashing blows of the whip, but that the skin was unbroken.

"I bet those little titties of yours are real sensitive," Karen observed, pausing for breath. "I bet they're real sensitive."

Judy sucked in her breath, fighting tremors of anticipation. She knew just how tender those newly blossomed breasts were. The thought of Karen's cruel lash cutting across them was almost enough to make Judy cry. The first blow, when it came, was as bad as she had imagined it would be. It felt like fire on her nipples, turning them both into knots of unbelievable agony. Involuntary tears of pain sprang into Judy's eyes, and she blinked furiously to keep her vision clear and deny Karen the pleasure of seeing them. The lashing across her breasts triggered something else, something totally unexpected-there were the first faint flickering of fire in her groin with the blow. The next blow across her nipples was a little less painful than the first had been, her nipples numbed slightly from the impact of the first blow. Judy looked down at her proud little white mounds, now with two red streaks marring their ivory flawlessness. Her pink little nipples stood up hard and solid. The lash cut across them again, and they seemed to stiffen even more, bouncing back from the impact.

"Cry, damn you," Karen cursed, striking Judy again and again.

"Never," Judy said sharply, holding her head up proudly. The increasing pleasure in her loins made Judy look forward to each succeeding cut of the lash. Her breasts were on fire now, and each blow built the blaze a little higher, both in her breasts and in her crotch. Judy was surprised to find herself again approaching that plateau of pleasure she had never visited at all until today. It was beginning to seem like everything that happened led to that one, single, joyous result.

"Cry, damn it," Karen swore again. She was furious, striking at Judy insanely, the lash cutting Judy from her throat to her thighs. Karen struck at Judy in a frenzy, tears of rage and frustration glistening in her own eyes, then trickling down her cheeks as she struck at Judy again and again and again.

Judy leaned her head back against the tree, closed her eyes and let the tide of pleasure sweep over her, from her groin upward. She was Joan of Arc burning at the stake, she was Marie Antoinette at the guillotine. Judy was every heroine she had ever read about, every woman that had ever been sacrificed. Her climax broke over her like a tidal wave as Karen's blows lost both strength and coordination. Karen was weeping with fury, slashing at Judy deliriously, frustrated by Judy's silent acceptance of the whipping.

Finally, Karen's blows slowed and stopped. Judy opened her eyes and looked at the black-haired girl. Somehow Judy managed to hide a smile of pleasure at Karen's misery. The girl stood in front of Judy, the whip hanging forgotten in one hand.

"I'll get you anyway," Karen snarled, turning away, trying to conceal her tears. Bending down, she gathered up Judy's clothes and tucked them under her arm. Without another word, she climbed out of the hollow, stumbling on the rough ground because of the tears blurring her vision.

Holding her head high, Judy watched Karen leave. The sight of her clothes disappearing with Karen made Judy want to cry out, to beg for them, but her pride wouldn't let her give Karen that satisfaction. It was exactly what Karen wanted, and it was exactly what she would not get.

Slowly, silence returned to the clearing as Karen's uneven footsteps receded in the distance. There was no whistling this time, only the crashing through the dry leaves.

Her tormentor out of sight, Judy slumped down against the tree and burst into tears. Her orgasm was gone, leaving her feeling empty and forlorn again. All the orgasms Judy had had were lacking something, something that left Judy feeling worse than ever when they were over. Her crotch had a need for something more, and after watching Polly and Jake, Judy knew what it was.

Judy's chest and stomach were an angry red from the beating she had received.

She felt as if she had a severe sunburn. For a long time, all she could do was fight down her tears and try to withstand the agony of the lashing. Every breath seemed to stretch her abused skin painfully.

Fighting to get control of herself, Judy wondered what more could possibly happen to her. Now, not only was she stark naked and tied to a tree, but her clothes had been taken. When she did get loose, she faced a trek of a mile or more back to her own home. Taking a deep breath, Judy resumed her struggle against the ropes. The sweat pouring down her arms eased the friction of the tight loop over her band. Because her hands were forcefully separated by the bulk of the tree, Judy could only pull fiercely against the rope, making it cut into her skin, instead of being able to push the loop over her hand with her fingers.

A painful fraction of an inch at a time the loop slipped down her hand. Every tiny bit of ground gained encouraged her to try harder and to pull more fiercely against the ropes. The loop of cord was now almost to her knuckles, grinding the bones of her hand together as she fought. The pain this created in her hand was only a minor addition to the agony already searing her shoulders, arms, back and legs. The muscles in her thighs were cramping up now from the strain, and her hip joints were one solid ache.