Very nice.
While Grace was explaining how much she was going to enjoy her whipping of Beth, Fu Fong had already been getting his kicks in seeing his victim so immobilized and completely under his control and dominance down in his own dungeon. This was in such contrast to the other time that Miss Beth Atkins had been in his house, hogtied and having diner while sitting on the edge of a wedge. While that had been done in stressed dignity with Beth fully dressed, now she was to be whipped on bare, sensitive skin in as yet unknown positions dictated by him.
Slowly Grace began to limber up by swinging and snap-cracking her whip in the open confines of the basement dungeon. As Beth followed the practice whipping she had time to scan the spacious room through the helmet bars.
There were several chains suspended from the ceiling with cuffs. There was a rack upon which one could be stretched. Of course it was here just to enhance the ambience of the chamber.
There was a stout wooden chair with cuffs on each arm. Its seat had a field of projections. Above and behind it was a metal hood which resembled an old electric chair. When she saw that she closed her eyes for it had no eye-holes. Only a disc-shaped hole near the mouth with a gaudy red circle about it. Her brain could absorb no more. She was in overload and near panic.
As she stood there with her eyes closed she heard the horrid sound of the whip slashing the air and snap-popping. Then she heard it strike something. She opened one eye to see Grace whipping a wooden support column.
She watched as Grace would lean down with the whip dragging the concrete floor behind her and then smash the whip onto the wood column so that it wrapped about it until its tail snapped it. Then she watched as the whip would loosen its grip on the column and fall to the floor. Grace would then walk until her face almost touched the column and give it a kiss before walking back dragging the whip on the floor to repeat the process.
Fu went to Beth and removed the sheath from behind her thus freeing her arms. Then he removed her nipple clips. When he saw that Grace had finished her limbering up he went to a crank and lowered a chain. With an evil smile he wiggled his finger to beckon Miss Beth Atkins, a corporate ladder climber over.
Beth walked over holding her hands together over her abdomen under the gaze of Grace. Gentle Fu cuffed them together in front of her and walked back to the crank.
Beth watched as she saw her cuffed wrists and hands slowly rise in front of her through the bars of her helmet. She watch as they rose above her. She watched until she felt her body complete taut with her arm straddling her helmet.
Fong looked at Grace for approval. Grace gave a slight wave of her hand to indicate that she wanted her higher.
Beth felt herself being lifted up until she was on her tiptoes in her pink high heels and stockings. At that point Fong looked to Grace to see if she wanted her yet higher and suspended above the floor. Grace indicated that that was high enough for the moment.
Expecting to see Grace walk behind her she was surprised to see her ready to strike the first blow while facing her. Through the bars of her cage-helmet she watched Grace take her stance to strike. But just before doing so she gave a nod to Fu.
Into the chamber flowed the heavenly chamber music of Mozart played by a string quartet. What a sweet and lovely touch.
Then the cobra struck.
Beth couldn't help but to keep her eyes open as she watch Grace swing the whip which looked like it was coming right at her. How could one woman do this to another face- to- face. But instead of hitting her helmet or breasts it wrapped once around her hips before its tail popped onto her left ass cheek with a vicious bit.
Both Fu and Grace walked over to assess the damage. There was a slight rose color mark which encircled Beth's hips from the force of the whip, but where the tail had snapped onto her bun there was a pronounced budding welt.
As Grace walked back to continue Fong gave a small clap of his hands as applause.
He was impressed. Favorably impressed.
Slowing Grace continued to whip Beth as she faced her, devouring the look of Beth's face as she watched her take her preparation and then to spring forward and crack her whip so that it wrapped once around Beth's hips before its tail bit into her bun. Grace was so good at this as to be able to alternate her tail-strikes from bun to bun. Beth could only think of the hot stocker that Fu had held up to her face after heating it in the coal-fired furnace.
Seeing how expert Grace was at this Fong moved into a position at eye level with Beth leaving just enough space between them for the end portion of the whip to pass between them as it wrapped about her hips.
Now Beth found herself not only watching Grace's repeated performances but at Fong in the foreground as he smiled at her through the bars of her head-helmet and listened to her cries that were limited by her tongue continuing to be depressed as the heavenly music of the recorded string quartet continued to the score of Mozart.
For the next phase Fong at last removed the cage helmet. Beth gasp in relief. Then he inserted a red ball-gag into her mouth and tied it off behind her head. At the order of Grace he ratcheted Beth up until she was suspended a foot above the floor. With a hard spank to her bun she was sent swirling about.
Grace now took up a position behind the suspended volunteer and went to work lashing her back. This caused Beth slowly to rotate, but that didn't deter Grace. No, she took up a slow but constant pace of whipping the body there before her in its pink tong and pink stockings and pink high heels. Grace paid no heed to the rotated position of her suspended victim but struck again and again as Mozart continued on as he had through the ages.
The majority of the strikes remained on Beth's back but often the tail of the whip would strike her beneath her armpits and its tail snap-bit a breast. That was why Fong had been thoughtful enough to have removed the tit-clips.
Beth was now almost oblivious to the pain inflicted by the cruel whip. She just closed her eyes and heard the music play on as time and time again the whip whipped into her back and occasionally onto her breast as her suspended body slowly rotated.
Suddenly the whipping paused.
Grace went over to examine a whip welt that had breached. She rubbed her finger over it and then licked it. Yes, she could taste the taste of blood. For her that was always the signal to stop; or at least to pause and take a break. With a nod to Fong he lowered Beth until she was sitting on the floor. Then he cut Mozart.
"There now; I think we'll take a short break," said Fong as he removed the red ball-gag. "Would you like some water?"
"Oh yes," said Beth.
"I was talking to Grace."
"Oh. Sorry."
As she sat there Grace applied a small band aid to the spot where a couple of drops of blood had materialized.
"Do you think we have time for one more round before diner, Fu," asked Grace.
Fong looked at his watch. "We do have reservations for the three of us, but yes. There's time."
Wonderful, thought Beth.
"Why don't we have her ride Charlie while you finish up her whipping."
"Excellent."
"Do give me a hand in mounting her, if you would."
"Certainly."
Fong helped Beth get up and then walk across the room to a sizable, elevated sawhorse. Not like the one at the dinner table, which was short in both length and height. This one though, she noted with tentative relief, had a hole in its center. At least at that point there would be no wedge.
As she stood before the elevated sawhorse with its ridged, wedge-shape top, Grace removed her pink tong. Together Fu and Grace lifted her up in mounting her straddling the sawhorse and the wedge hole above Beth's privates.
"Is that comfortable, Miss Atkins?"
"You're kidding."
"I think we need a little added weight."
Thinking that he again would again tie her ankles and feet up flush against her thighs and then suspend weights, she was surprised when he instead brought out a split wooden board with semicircular holes to accommodate her neck.
Beth felt the added weight of the board as the sawhorse weight pressed up against her crotch, except for that hole was which was beneath her vagina. Fu then clamped the two pieces together about her neck and cuffed her arms to the beam in a fully extended horizontal position.
Grace stood in front of her with her whip coiled.
"Do you think you can have enough self-control as not to scream so that we don't have to use the ball-gag again?"
"I'll . . . I'll . . . try."
"Good. Mister Fong; if you please."
Grace came close and looked at Beth's hairy crotch as Fong began to crank a well-greased dildo up through the hole in the sawhorse wedge and onto the lips of Beth's pussy.
