Gretchen had promised me that if I lost my bet in regards to my sister, that I'd be whipped with an Australian stock whip. And since I lost that bet and since Gretchen isn't the sort to let me wriggle out of anything, I soon found myself in the basement, naked and tied to a bondage device that Gretchen called a torture tower.
Now, the way Gretchen had me bound to this thing left me with my back facing towards the wooden bondage device and my breasts and belly exposed for the whip. The main part of the tower is a wooden, vertical post about seven feet tall and there's an eyehook ring at the top of the post. Gretchen used some rope and tied one end of it to the eyehook ring and the other end to the leather wrist restraints that I was wearing. Because of the height of this eyehook ring and the relative shortness of the rope, I was forced to keep my hands high above my head. Gretchen also used a spreader bar to bind my ankles far apart, which caused me to spread my thighs obscenely wide and expose my pussy for all to see. The spreader bar was attached to the base of the tower, but approximately two feet in front of the main part of the tower. As a result, my pelvis was thrust out much further forward than my upper body and seemed as if I were offering my pussy up for punishment.
This bondage position was an uncomfortable one, especially for my inner thighs, but when I complained about the discomfort, she just said, "Nobody ever said that the life of a slave would be an easy one. You'll just have to suffer." Then Gretchen went upstairs and left me alone in basement, naked, bound and helpless.
I wriggled as much as I could and tried to get comfortable, but the human body just wasn't designed to hold a position like this for long periods of time. After a few minutes I was really feeling the strain in my pectoral and inner thigh muscles. A few minutes after that I noticed sweat breaking out on my brow, underarms and torso.
Due to years of ballet training I'm somewhat used to stretching my muscles and holding them in difficult and painful positions, otherwise I don't think I would have been able to do this.
After what seemed like an hour (but what Gretchen assures me was no more than twenty minutes), Gretchen came back, holding the stock whip, however she wasn't alone.
At first I didn't recognize the woman that had come into the basement with Gretchen, but I recognized the name as soon as Gretchen said it. "Diane, you remember Officer Ryan, don't you?"
"Officer Ryan," I gasped. "How could I ever forget?"
Officer Ryan had given me a very enthusiastic body cavity search at the airport back in Europe. Her fingers were very strong and I came all over her hand. It was actually one of the best orgasms of my entire life.
"I'd shake hands," I said, "but I'm kinda tied up at the moment."
"Oh my," Officer Ryan exclaimed, "is she always this playful?"
"Not always," Gretchen responded. "I think she's trying to impress you with how tough she is and how little all of this fazes her. When it was just me in the room with her, she was complaining how uncomfortable it was to be tied in that position."
I forced a smile to my face and tried not grunt at the strain of holding my difficult position really took its toll on my muscles.
"So, Officer Ryan, are you going to be staying with Gretchen and me for a while?"
Officer Ryan gracefully sauntered over and placed her hands on my breasts that were helplessly exposed and thrust in her direction. I trembled at her touch. I was so helpless and vulnerable the way Gretchen had me fixed, there was any number of very painful things Officer Ryan could do to my naked body right now and I was helpless to defend myself.
But rather than hurt me, Officer Ryan allowed her fingers to gently drift across my breasts, tracing lazy circles across the surface of my skin and causing my nipples to swell up and harden when her fingers gently slid across the areola of each nipple.
"Well, you did invite me to stay with you if I was ever in America," Officer Ryan responded. "I'm assuming that the offer still stands."
Officer Ryan rolled my nipples between her fingers, causing blood circulation to increase to my exposed nipples and causing me to breathe more rapidly. Then when my nipples were very swollen and erect she pinched them. The pinching was hard and painful and caused me to cry out, but then Officer Ryan went back to gently fondling my breasts and nipples. My arms and legs trembled uncontrollably as she did these things to my helpless body and made me pant like I had just run a five mile race.
God, I loved the way this woman handled my breasts! She was making me feel tingly all over. I hoped against hope that Gretchen would allow this woman to fondle and pinch my helpless, naked body rather than whipping me. I could feel an increased heat building in my exposed pussy and moisture forming on my swollen labia.
"YES," I said, perhaps a bit louder than I meant to, "Please stay as long as you like! I'd love to have you here in our house!"
"I rather thought you would say that," Gretchen responded. "After I'm done whipping you, you can help Officer Ryan unpack."
I groaned at the word "whipping" and then Officer Ryan stepped back.
"Sorry, Slave girl," she said, "but I have no intention of standing between a slave and her whipping. Whippings are important. They help to remind a slave of her status."
I knew the first blow was coming and tried to brace for it. I wanted to seem brave; especially with Officer Ryan watching; but a split second late the biting sting of the stock whip spread across the stretched skin of my abdomen and ribcage, missing my breasts by inches.
"GHAAAHH," I screamed in both pain and shock. It was much more painful than a spanking, and even the whipping I had received at the punishment park didn't hurt this much. Of course that whipping had mostly been on my back and buttocks.
The next blow was like liquid fire and it was laid across both of my breasts.
"AAUUUGHHHAGHHH!!!
The next two blows landed across the taught skin of my inner thighs. The pain was so sharp and stinging, I was certain that I was bleeding, however when I dared to look there was no blood, only angry pink lines where the whip had stung my skin.
"AHHHHHGAAHHH," I screamed so hard that my throat was raw, but I couldn't keep silent. My body was no longer under my control. I could only react to the pain; I couldn't make my body obey.
The next blazing cuts came down across my belly and felt like more liquid fire.
There were six of them.
I howled in pain and could feel the hot moisture as tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Do you see that?" Officer Ryan asked, "She's crying. Those are real tears."
"I see it," Gretchen replied. "I love it when she does that. Tears make me know that I'm doing it right. If she doesn't cry real tears I feel like it's not a real punishment.
I tried to beg for mercy, but my throat was tight and I couldn't seem to form the words, and then Gretchen swung the whip up and in between my outstretched thighs and I actually heard the THWACK of the whip hitting my pussy a split second before I felt the pain.
"GHAAAAAAAAAAWGH," I screamed as the most delicate, intimate petals of my flesh were abused with Gretchen's instrument of punishment. I sobbed uncontrollably and struggled to close my legs together.
"Remember back in Sessia," Gretchen said, "A girl named Jacki wanted to whip your pussy. You turned her down. Well, as your mistress I've decided that you need to experience a pussy whipping and see what it really feels like if you're going to be a good slave."
I struggled to pull myself together and think of a verbal reply that might convince Gretchen not to hit me there again; when without warning; she hit me there again.
Again I screamed and struggled in my bonds, but neither action helped me in the slightest. My poor, abused, swollen pussy just got redder and more tender and raw with pain.
"Remember your dream about the women's prison?" Gretchen asked. "In that dream your pussy got whipped by the warden. And your pussy was soaking wet after your woke up from that dream."
Then suddenly the whip shot up between my legs and a fresh biting sting pained my defenseless pussy. I reacted predictably with more screaming and more useless struggles.
"On some level I think you truly WANT for your pussy to be whipped. You're just too afraid to admit it."
Gretchen was probably right about that...especially about the fear part. But rather than reply to what she said I just screamed when the whip struck me and then sobbed afterwards.
And just like in my dream there was a heat and a tingling sensation deep inside of me as my pussy was whipped. Unfortunately no matter how much that sensation grew I never reached climax. I screamed louder and louder as my poor abused pussy was more acutely pained, but the erotic heat that was growing between my legs never reached critical mass.
Finally after the last cruel impact of the whip smacked wetly across my tender, swollen labia, Gretchen dropped the whip and moved in much closer.
I was sobbing and trembling in my bonds and covered in sweat. My vision was blurry with tears and I was totally uncertain as to what Gretchen was going to do next. I flinched as Gretchen inserted two fingers into my tender pussy. I gasped and tried to get away, but in my bondage I was totally helpless to do anything other than be Gretchen's plaything.
"You want this," Gretchen said sternly, "Don't even try to deny it."
The fingers went in deep and sharp pains mixed in with carnal pleasures. I squirmed both in pain and wanton sexual need. I trembled and flinched and made whimpering sounds and Gretchen's strong, forceful fingers found all the right nerve endings and forced a roaring climax out of me, causing me to scream once again and getting hot, sticky fluids all over my thighs and on Gretchen's fingers as well.
"Wow, that was beautiful," Officer Ryan said with a tone of admiration and awe.
My legs were still spread obscenely wide and Officer Ryan stared unashamed directly at the reddened, moist, swollen folds of my labia with a reverence normally reserved for religious artifacts or priceless works of art.
She gently touched my swollen, abused pubic lips and I whimpered in pain.
"Wait right here," Officer Ryan said with some urgency, "I need to go get my camera."
Where was I going to go? I was tied up and completely helpless! I couldn't walk away from my current position if my life depended on it!
So, of course I stayed where I was and waited for Officer Ryan to return, which she did about five minutes later. I hadn't moved a muscle while she was gone. My thighs were still spread obscenely far apart and my pelvis was thrust forward as if I was offering it up for inspection...or abuse...or whatever.
