Round Two
A matter of trust
Jack had not intended to discipline Kaia quite so severely: but one thing led to another and now here she was, standing on tiptoe with her arms stretched above her head by chains and handcuffs, so that the slightest force would make her swing or pivot by her wrists.
The girl's Polynesian heritage was clear from a physique that was both fit and voluptuous. Jack noted the way that her finely toned leg muscles were taut with the effort of maintaining balance, as her toes strained to keep contact with the floor. He congratulated himself on how her black stockings and suspenders perfectly complemented the duskiness of her skin, just as he gloried in the curves that drew his gaze naturally down to the neat little thatch of curls that hid and yet hinted at the contours of her pussy. Raising his eyes higher, he gave silent thanks for the magnificent breasts that were so lovingly presented by her black satin bustier. Its half-cups revealed most of her large, dark aureoles and Jack was delighted to see that her nipples were now proud with arousal, to the point that they had come entirely free of the constraining satin and lace.
His eyes met hers, taking in the wide, open expression that had charmed him from the first. He saw the mix of excitement and trepidation there - and the way she moistened her lips as she made to speak.
"Please, Jack..." she pleaded, "I know I didn't do as you asked - but if you let me go, I promise I'll make it up to you."
He groaned with pleasure, wondering if she knew how perfectly she'd just fit the mould... and then he drove home his control.
"We both know that's a lie, Kaia. You've already demonstrated how you trust your own feelings more than my authority. It's one of the things I admire about you: but if you want any chance of being selected, then it's necessary that I punish you for your disobedience."
So saying, he stepped forwards and took her by the hips, running his fingers slowly upwards until they hooked under the belt of her suspenders. He paused there, drinking in the gorgeous perfume of honeysuckle and hot girl; and then he gave her the lightest of spins and stood back to watch as she rotated helplessly by the fulcrum of her bound wrists. She came to a stop facing away from him, with her naked arse in temptingly close range: and Jack was never one to resist temptation.
Of all the beautiful things about Kaia, her arse was perhaps the most perfect. Perfectly full, perfectly rounded: and perfectly inviting.
"A lot depends on how well you take this, Kaia", he stated flatly. Then he walked over to the display on the wall and mused for a moment over which implement to use.
"Don't you dare hurt her, you bastard!"
Mildly surprised by this interruption, Jack looked over to its source. In the circumstances he had to admit that it was brave of Narelle to speak out: brave but also foolish. If she had been intending to say anything more, the young Aussie's intentions were cut short by the simple expedient of Philippe tugging sharply on the choke chain around her neck. It was sheathed in soft velvet but it was now so tight that the only further sounds she was able to utter were gurgles as she fought for air. Nor was it only her collar that had tightened. The contraption of chains and ropes by which the girl was suspended above the bed had simultaneously stretched her limbs further apart and raised her arse, so that it was now completely accessible for whatever purpose Philippe had in store.
Jack had to concede that Narelle's arse was as fabulous as her friend's, though as with most things about the two young Antipodeans, that was mostly a case of opposites. Narelle was not merely blonde and fair skinned but also tall and lithe, with the firm buttocks of a dancer. At that moment, however, the most striking thing about her rear was not the contrast with Kaia's voluptuous duskiness but the fact that her private parts were so openly on display. Her costume was identical to her friend's, except for being white where Kaia's was black: and she was likewise naked where it counted most because both girls' panties had been removed soon after they were led, blindfolded, into the dungeon.
Now, totally exposed by the splaying of her legs and the smoothness of her Brazilian, Narelle's pussy stood out thrillingly pink and moist. Her inner lips gaped open from where Philippe had already brought her to screaming climax with his celebrated oral skills and she was clearly ripe for fucking. But that was not yet to be her fate. As Jack watched, Philippe winked at him and proceeded to press a long, well-lubed butt plug into the helpless girl's anus. He did it firmly and decisively and the squeals that came from her constricted throat were sensational. Jack grinned as his partner gave Narelle a fond but brisk spanking, pausing only to gesture that it was now Jack's turn to administer due punishment, free of any protests from the Australian quarter.
As Jack returned his attention to Kaia, he found that she had twisted around far enough to see exactly what was being done to her friend: and he saw the look in her eyes turn to panic as she registered what he was taking down from the wall.
"That's right, my sweet: I'm going to whip you. Six of the best: not so hard as to do any real damage but quite hard enough to make you beg me to stop. Which of course I will not do, until your punishment is complete."
"Jack, please..."
"The only way you can make this stop is by giving up. Is that what you want?"
Kaia shook her head but she was wide-eyed with fear as Jack swung the whip so that it made a swishing sound as its tail split the air.
"Good. You were the most disobedient of all the girls and now I have to discipline you quite severely - but if you trust me to punish you only as you deserve, then afterwards we can take things to the next level." He paused, locking eyes with her as he raised the whip and tested the flex of it. "So, are you going to trust me and learn when to be obedient?"
It was the million dollar question: the one they had put to both girls earlier, over dinner, as they explained how the next stage of the selection process would work.
"This evening we are going to give each of you a special test," Jack had said as they waited for dessert. "It's a test of obedience but also a test of trust. To pass, you have to do exactly as you are told, or accept a punishment in proportion to your level of disobedience. You will be ordered to follow precise instructions, which your instincts may tell you to refuse. But if you do, then the punishment will be frightening and painful and you will have to trust absolutely that we will not let you come to any serious harm.' He had let that sink in for a moment and then put it to each of them in turn. "So, Kaia, are you willing to take the test?"
Now, just as she had done at dinner, Jack saw her swallow and then look across at Narelle. Both girls had asked to be excused so they could confer, before returning to the table and asking, "Do all the girls take the same test?"
"Yes - and we want the two of you to take it together, because the second part of the test requires a pair of candidates and we know you've formed a real bond."
There was no doubt about that. Now Jack saw Kaia's eyes flick between the whip in his hand and what was going on across the room, drawn by what was being done to her friend. He looked across himself and saw that Philippe had loosened the choke chain but had now taken Narelle's long, blonde hair in his left hand and was using it to manoeuvre her, with her forearms on the bed but most of her weight suspended by the ropes and chains, as if by a crane. Philippe had only to tug on her hair and her whole body moved backwards towards him. With his right hand he was holding his cock so that it pointed spear-like at her defenceless rear. As they watched, enthralled, the Frenchman adjusted her alignment and then gave a quick pull on her hair that docked the mouth of her cunt precisely onto the head of his cock. She gave a grunt that combined surprise, pleasure and longing; and a moment later it turned to a deep groan as Philippe pulled her hair so powerfully that he entirely impaled her on the longest cock she had ever received.
Kaia looked back at him over her shoulder and Jack saw submission written plain on her face. She was not a girl who could easily conceal her feelings - that much he already knew - but now he saw that she was also quite pragmatic. It may have been nervousness that made her lick her lips but having done so she promptly turned herself around so as to present her arse to him.
He smiled. "Good girl. Now bend forward a little - and close your eyes."
He watched as she did exactly as she was told; and in the process she also pushed out her breasts until they broke completely free of her bustier.
Jack found it remarkable that both girls seemed so willing to accept their punishment, after their initial refusal to obey any instructions that went against their better nature. Though neither girl knew it, that had been the most important part of a classic psychological test. Each girl in turn had been put into a sealed booth and told to turn a dial that inflicted a steadily increasing electric shock to one of the other candidates, who was sat on the other side of a two-way mirror.
Both Kaia and Narelle had questioned their instructions and shown great reluctance to comply. They had baulked even when told that the same thing would be done to them and that only the ones who obeyed could proceed to the next stage of selection. After much deliberating they did each eventually inflict the first, mild shock on the test subjects. Narelle had also taken things to the second level, though only after being reminded that she would be punished in proportion to the level of her refusal. Kaia had refused to do even that much and had left the booth in tears, believing herself out of the competition.
In fact, the average level of compliance across a control population was to inflict five electrocutions, reaching the point at which the subject screamed out in agony. Statistically speaking, both girls had shown themselves to be exceptionally empathetic and independent-minded: but Kaia was one in a thousand.
And no good deed goes unpunished. Jack reached out and cupped her left buttock in his hand, causing her to gasp and start at the unexpected contact. He quieted her, while fondling the exquisite softness of her cheek - and then felt deeply between her thighs, running his fingertips over her pussy to get the exact measure of her intimate geography. After a while he withdrew his fingers and smelt her essence upon them, then sucked them and put them back, stroking firmly between her inner lips until they opened and she gave little moans of distress.
As the young Kiwi's pussy moistened, Jack pressed first one and then two fingers quite deep inside her, not roughly but not gently either. He finger fucked her for a couple of minutes and her whole body moved and swung as he did so, suspended from the chain above her; but then he paused with two fingers knuckle-deep in her now pleasingly wet cunt, while he checked that there wasn't too much strain on her arms. Satisfied, he slipped his fingers out of her, took the shaft of his whip and ran it firmly across the lips of her vulva.
