This story is a work of fiction. Thank you for taking the time to read this submission and is a sequential story. It starts out in Chapter 1, so start there in order to figure out what's going on. Votes and feedback are appreciated. Enjoy!
And if you're wondering about what Lisa did that she wishes all this done to her, just one more chapter after this one. Please be patient... I believe you will find it interesting, and for some people, enough to made them do just what Lisa thinks she deserves.
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Lisa's Guilt - Chapter 4, Getting Serious
Janet did get up at each ring of the alarm clock to check on Lisa. After turning on the garage lights, and putting a halfhearted blow of the thin belt across Lisa's back to make sure she was conscious, asked for names. Lisa would stir her very sore body, but didn't signal in any way. Janet smiled at how wide apart and stretched out Lisa's pussy lips were now. Not understanding how she could endure such pain. Both times Janet slid herself back into her warm, soft bed. Surely Lisa would give in soon. Well, then again, it would be nice if she didn't!
Suddenly Janet sat upright in bed. Her eyes wide open and rapidly examining her surroundings. It was her bedroom, and she was in bed. But she had just been in the garage? She was relentlessly whipping Lisa with the thin belt... but wait! No... It was she that was now hanging by her hands and being whipped! But what the Hell????? She crossed her arms over her breasts for protection, finding her body hot and sweaty. How could she even think of such a thing! She had never thought about being tied up, much less be whipped! Was her subconscious playing tricks on her? Now taking more time to confirm where she was, she settled down to fact that it was just a dream.
Looking at the clock to see that it was only a little after 8:00, the light coming through the window was enough for Janet to get up and leisurely stroll to the bathroom. Pulling down her panties, she was amazed to see how her late last night's clean panties were close to being soaked. But why? Thinking this early was hard, but then she remembered last night's dream. She sat motionless on the toilet, again pondering about the changes that had occurred in her life over the past few hours. It wasn't just the addition of realizing she liked doing nasty things to another woman, but also her actual physical actions she committed to Lisa in the garage last night. To get such pleasure out of touching her. What was it that her inner self desired to do? And more important, if she listened to her inner desires, what kind of woman was she going to become?
She simply sat there for several minutes thinking, without releasing her bladder, then remembered that she needed the Tupperware cup. Standing back up while kicking her panties off, she walked naked to get the container and check on her weekend guest. Turning on the lights, since there were no windows in the garage, she gave a strong 'good morning' slap on Lisa's butt. Not hearing anything other than the usual moan, she remembered where they stood in the game.
"Well French-e, it's morning time. Now it's your choice to be taken down, have a nice breakfast sitting at a table with lots of orange juice, bacon, egg's, and even sausage. And then have a nice long sleep in a very warm and soft bed. And it does seem to be a bit chilly in here... Especially for a naked woman as you to spend a night just hanging there! So all you need to do is simply TELL ME A FEW NAMES!! That's it! That's all! Just a name or two and your suffering will end! So just do it!!"
With her body in complete agony, her minds desire to remain in her present state overwhelmed her body's desire for relief. She refused to give in. She kept her entire body motionless so as not to signal Janet she wanted to be taken down. So even though she figured that Janet had replaced the clips on her pussy lips with burning candles during the night, she had to continue to endure. Her punishment needed to continue!
Man, oh man! Did this take Janet by surprise. How could a person take all this pain when there was a way to end it all! Sure, she wanted to be treated like the was really being tortured to give information, but wasn't she taking this too far? After picking up the Tupperware, Janet slowly turned and walked up to Lisa. With her free hand she now gently massaged Lisa's breasts for several minutes before returning back to the bathroom.
While peeing into the container, Janet noticed how sexually wet she had already become. Well, she enjoyed playing with Lisa's breasts, but did it affect her more than what she thought? Finished, and while wiping her entire bottom, even the soft touch to her pussy lips sent a lightning bolt of lust up her spine. Her mind recalled how good morning sex with Ron was. Should she get out her toy to masturbate after taking care of Lisa? Deciding she should take care of Lisa's tortures first, but with a twist. Janet would have breakfast first.
Janet went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Intentionally leaving the door open so Lisa could savor the mouthwatering aromas, Janet brewed the coffee, fried bacon and eggs, and toasted some bread in preparation of a busy day. She remained nude, deciding it really didn't make any difference since there were only the two of them in the house. Both of them nude. But making today's breakfast was different from any other time she had made it before. She had fried bacon many times before with just her bikini panties on, and those dam hot spatters of grease landing on her bare belly was very annoying. But today they didn't bother her at all. She accepted the pain without physically moving, except finding her cunt muscles automatically tightening. This was weird! Well, people change as they grow older she remembered, so continued frying.
As she settled down to enjoy her breakfast, she again tried sorting out all the thoughts since Lisa arrived. By the she finished, she had come to some concrete resolves. She was not a Sadist, just because she was enjoying torturing Lisa. But she didn't wish at all to torture someone who didn't want to be tortured. She also enjoyed sexually touching Lisa, so why not continue touching her as much as she wanted. She herself got sexually stimulated from doing it, and it shouldn't matter if Lisa liked it or not! In a torture chamber, the victim has no say in the matter. In fact, the victim has to endure whatever is done to them. She was now going to really let lose on Lisa, with no mercy or hesitation. This is role Lisa wanted Janet to play, so let's play! Janet was to play the role of a Nazi interrogator to the hilt. Perhaps even dressing as one. She did have a black leather vest and matching mini skirt. Well, maybe later.
As for ways to torture Lisa to make her talk, the whippings and clips weren't the only things the Nazis would have used. She was going to do whatever she could think of, as long as it didn't permanently mark her. While finishing her coffee, she tried to remember anything done to torture people from books she read, or even seen in movies. These were hard to recall now since she never paid much attention to them before. But for right now, why not another good whipping.
After placing her container of urine in the refrigerator, Janet walked into the garage and released the hair rope so Lisa could raise her head to look at Janet as she spoke. Then leaning up against the workbench with crossed arm's the only thing covering her body, started speaking.
"Well Miss French bitch. Didn't you have a good night's sleep? I did, and in a nice warm soft bed. And I had a nice hot breakfast. You choose not to. What a stupid whore you are. You know that you will eventually tell us what you know. And if you think your suffering now, just wait! I know how much your arms and shoulder's must hurt now, but it's going to get a lot worse. And how about that pussy of yours? Don't you wish you didn't have one now? I'm in charge here, and I can let you hand like that for days. I could even let you hang like that until you die. Kind of like being crucified I would say. Well, maybe I could do did, but then again I like to keep young women alive so I can torture them for weeks on end until they die. So is this what you want to happen, or are you willing to talk now?"
Janet saw Lisa achingly raise her head to listen to Jan's speech. It was easy to see in Lisa's eyes how much agony she was in, but looking for any type of ending signal from her, none was made. The interesting thing was, while waiting for a response, Janet noticed Lisa's engorged clit protruding much more between the crotch ropes. What a wonderful lump of flesh to torment Janet was thinking. Should she, or shouldn't she, put one of those alligator clips on such a sensitive organ of the human body. She focused on it for a few moments, then decided that the rules said she could do almost anything she wanted. She did think for a moment how it feel if her own clit was clipped, shuttering at the thought, then went to make the nasty changes to torment Lisa even more.
"I do hope you decide to give me what I want, otherwise you're going to enter a whole new world of agony."
Untying the strings pulling Lisa's pussy lips down, with Lisa's head now free, swung her head as each lip went back to their normal state. But as Janet unclipped each lip, Lisa's exhausted body arched a lot as her head swung wildly for almost a minute. Like it or not, Janet enjoyed watching Lisa's reactions during that time. Janet then positioned one open clip over Lisa's very exposed clit. And as the actions subsided, let the clip literally snap closed on it's target. Oh God!! What a spectacle. Lisa thrashed about as best as she could, emitting a slightly loud scream, but there was no escape from this pain. Janet stood up to watch Lisa's reactions. It was amazing. Within a few minutes Lisa's sweat got so thick that it began to drip from her feet. Adding to her urine, the mat's did well to absorb ever bit of it. Yes, it was beginning to smell, but Janet now accepted it as part of enjoying giving pain to another woman
After a few minutes, Janet's desire to lash Lisa again erupted. She picked up the thin whip and moved behind Lisa. This time she didn't stop at 20 strokes divided among the basic areas, but made it 40 instead. Lisa's did react as best she could to the brutal assault, but when only halfway through, stopped moving entirely. Thinking Lisa was just completely exhausted, Janet completed her strokes. Setting down the whip, she decided to get another cup of coffee. Passing Lisa, she gave Lisa a very hard twist and pinch on her left nipple. Strangely, she didn't hear a moan. Janet stopped, staring up at Lisa's head, then stepped back.
