Bound Ankles

3 New Imprisonment

Jan moaned in the recognition of this woman. Margaret Summers! Donna moaned, too, inwardly at the sight of the woman who had kidnapped both her and Jan before. And who had tortured both of them before turning Jan over to that cad Nigel Bransome for more torture and rape at his hands. Then she had keep Donna as a slavegirl for several weeks, culminating in a Bridewell type flogging of Donna as a show for some of her friends. Shortly after that Donna had been kidnapped by Nigel right out of Margaret’s garden. She had thought she would never see this woman again. She was wrong.

Miss Margaret Summers hated Jan. And coveted Donna.

She wanted Donna as her own full-time slave girl. Now she had all four of them in her power. It wasn’t hard to read the gloating and sadistic pleasure in her eyes.

“Well, hello, my dears,” she began as if greeting old friends. “So nice to see you again. And in such lovely circumstances. You all look so delightfully uncomfortable!”

The big woman walked around the hanging girls, tapping a riding crop against the palm of her left hand. “Very beautiful, very beautiful. You all look so lovely. I can trace the lines of stress in your bodies. I can almost feel your pain.” She sighed contentedly. “I can see your fingers hanging limp and sense the pain in your wrists. I can see your toes stretched downward but not quite reach the ground. And I can see the fear in your eyes.” The last comment was uttered through a smile that held no warmth.

She walked around behind Donna and tapped her bottom with the riding crop. “I see no fresh whip marks here,” she reprimanded. “This girl hasn’t been whipped recently. You,” she said, turning to Jan, “really are remiss in keeping your slave in the proper frame of mind. I shall correct that.”

Suddenly her hand swung out to land a slash across the tender flesh of Jan’s bottom. The girl whined loudly into her gag and arched her body with a jerk as if trying to get away from the pain. Donna tried to protest but was quieted when Margaret turned to deliver a slash across her bottom. Donna squealed and jerked her body. She now remembered just how hard this woman could whip a girl’s bottom. She wanted to close her eyes and hope all this would go away. But she knew it wouldn’t, just as she knew this woman would get a lot of pleasure out of torturing them for a very long time. A very long time. And between the whippings there would be torture of other kinds...

“And the famous twins, Pip and Patsy,” she continued with a token swat across each of their bottoms. The girls simply glared at her and didn’t acknowledge the stroke with even a flinch. “I’ve heard a lot about your abilities to escape from fairly good rope bondage. I will not underestimate you two. I understand you two have been practicing on each other for years. And that your mother helps you practice with lot’s of hours spent in bondage?” Margaret turned again to Jan. “Isn’t that right, dear?” she said sweetly. Jan’s only reply was to lower her eyes to the floor. “I said, right, dear?” This time Margaret accented her query with a slash of the riding crop directly across one bare breast. Jan cried into the gag and trembled from the pain. A red mark appeared on her breasts, next to the nipple.

“I really would like the favor of a reply,” said Margaret Summers evenly. Jan nodded her head. “Good. We are beginning to understand each other. You know, Jan, I still hate you as much as I did before. Even more so, after you sent that Nigel Bransome to kidnap sweet little Donna right out of my garden. That wasn’t very nice.”

She walked around behind the hanging girls and every one of the four captive’s throats tightened in fear. Margaret spaced out her slashes with the riding crop to make the session last longer. She would land a few strokes to one bottom then move on to the next. She inflicted pain right and left, enjoying every second of it, and grinning all the while. After each girl’s bottom, including the twins’, was crisscrossed with red marks, Miss Margaret Summers walked slowly around in front of the naked girls and smiled a most wicked smile.

“I’m sure you know that a girl’s bottom is not the only target on her body,” she lectured them. “There are breasts... And the front of your thighs which can be marked up nicely. And there is the bottom of your feet. I could tie your big toes together then tie them down to the ring so that you would all have to arch your feet. That would make the sole of your feet available to my riding crop even though you’re all hanging by your wrists. Isn’t that a grand idea?”

No one answered. The twins looked to their mother but Jan could only hang her head in sadness that she could do nothing to stop this torture. Margaret, obviously taking silence to mean all agreed with her, put her whip down and proceeded to do as she had threatened. She withdrew some stout twine from her pocket and began binding big toes together, starting with Jan. As she finished wrapping and cinching down each pair of toes, she then tied the string down to the ring below the girl, pulling as tightly as she could to force the girl’s feet to arch downward. It did make each girl’s soles available, hampered only a bit by the rope which ran between their feet to anchor their ankles to the floor. She resumed her standing position and regained her whip.

There followed what seemed like hours of torture to the suspended girls. Margaret slashed bottom and breasts and thighs, and the soles of bare feet. The bare room echoed with gasps and whines and moans and stifled screams from tortured naked girls. Each girl suffered her own torment when the whip turned to her but also the torment of the others when the whip slashed at another. The twins flinched and cried with each stroke that cut their mother. And Jan felt every burning slash on the skin of her daughters. Donna cried for her mistress and would have offered to take all the strokes herself had she the power of speech.

Margaret did not tire. Dozens of strokes landed with force upon the defenseless maidens hung up before her like so many slabs of meat. Her strong arm delivered accurate stroke after stroke to send burning pain shooting through a bottom, or a pair of bound feet, or a breast. Each girl sweated from the pain and was soon glistening under the bright lights overhead. Margaret Summers, too, was sweating, a fine film of perspiration covered her massive breasts and flicked from her nipples as the whip cut into exposed girl flesh. And each girl had a good view of the others as they winced and gasped and jerked in their bonds.

But all good things must come to an end, and even the strength of Margaret Summers ebbed until she could no longer slash tortured flesh with the force she would like. Finally she dropped the whip by the door and walked over to Jan. She was breathing heavily as she looked up into Jan’s eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. You see what power and money can buy you? In this case it buys a team of professionals to bring your enemy and leave her before you in total helplessness. And you will remain totally helpless for a long time while I vent my anger upon your tender skin. And I have a lot of anger. A lot.”

Margaret turned to look at each punished girl in turn. Then she suddenly turned and was gone, taking her riding crop with her.

Jan looked to Donna and Donna looked back in utter helplessness. Margaret was right, they were all helpless and would all suffer at the hands of this crazy woman for as long as the woman wanted it that way. Jan was crying and Donna’s heart went out to her. She longed to utter comforting words, to touch Jan softly, and to take away her pain. But she could only hang by aching wrists and hope their suffering wouldn’t last too long.

Perhaps ten minutes later, Margaret burst back into the room. Clutched in her hand was a mass of clothespins. Without a word she went from girl to girl, attaching the little wooden demons to defenseless nipples. A minute later she was again gone and a little bit more pain was added to the suffering of the unfortunate four.

When they were finally let down, it was not Margaret Summers who did it, but Julie, her black maid and assistant in the torturing of female flesh. At first Julie made a little inspection tour, visiting each girl and examining with obvious delight the marked up flesh of each. “Margaret, she really whipped you all,” she offered. “She really likes to whip a girl. Yes, sir, she really likes to whip a girl.”

But she did lower them to the floor, But she did it one at a time, starting with Jan. After Jan’s feet touched the floor but before Jan’s hand were lowered, a pair of handcuffs were locked upon one wrist above where the ropes tightly bound them. Then as soon as Julie had the ropes off the wrists, she pulled Jan’s hands behind her back and locked the other cuff so that Jan was hardly free at all. Only then did she untie Jan’s toes and ankles. She led the whimpering girl from the room without taken off the gag. Donna noticed that Jan limped on sore feet.

A while later Julie returned and took one of the twins away.

Then the other, leaving Donna for last. Donna was surprised that she could walk on her feet. She had taken a good many strokes on those tender parts and wasn’t sure she would ever walk again. But it hurt like hell and she almost had to lean on Julie lest she fall. There was a short walk down the hall and into another room. There she found the other three waiting for her.

Each of the three had been locked into a tiny cage barely bigger than their bent up bodies. Each cage was obviously custom made for the size of the person it would contain. And each cage that already held a girl was hoisted up to swing near the ceiling, As Donna’s wrists were changed from handcuffs to being wrapped with rope again, she noticed that each of the other girls also had her hands tied behind her back and her ankles tied together. The cages were so small that each girl had to sit with her legs bent double and pulled up against her chest. Donna offered no resistance as her ankles were bound together again. Nor did she fight as Julie backed her into the fourth cage and shut the barred door. A big padlock clicked shut, letting Donna know that she would not be exiting from the cage without someone else’s help. A few seconds later she was swaying gently, a few inches from the ceiling and only a couple feet from Jan and the girls.

Julie looked at each of the girls and smiled. “You will all spend a very uncomfortable night,” she offered. “But enjoy yourselves, it will be better than what will happen to you tomorrow.” She laughed and left the girls, turning off the light as she did.

Swaying in the dark, Donna wished very hard that she could at least talk to Jan. But those terrible gags had been left in all their mouths and talk was impossible. She could perhaps utter some sort of sounds in an attempt to communicate but what was the use. She sat there in misery with burning pains in her bottom and breasts and everything else aching. When she heard the twins crying she couldn’t help herself and shed tears along with them. She had never felt so terrible in her life.

A very long time must have passed before the electric light shocked Donna back to wakefulness. She had slept now and then but only to experience dreadful dreams of pain and helplessness. And in most of those dreams it was her beloved mistress Jan who was being tortured and feeling the pain. There were periods between the fitful naps where she was aware of every pain in her body from her aching jaw down to the sore soles of her feet. The bent up position was uncomfortable at best but she was used to that kind of treatment. And the twins could take far more than she could, she was sure. It was Jan she worried about. During one of those periods of wakefulness she had heard whining sound from the direction she thought Jan’s cage was. It was hard to tell in the complete darkness, but it didn’t sound like either of the twins. There had followed muted grunts and what sounded like a naked female body jerking against iron bars in frustration. Donna felt terrible. Jan didn’t deserve this and was certainly not used to this type of treatment.

Jan’s was the first cage lowered to the floor by Julie and the first girl let out of the iron barred prison. Her ankles were untied but the ropes were replaced with handcuffs. Then the gag was taken out and it hurt Donna’s heart to see the pain in her mistress’ eyes as she tried to talk. Her jaw didn’t seem to be able to work properly.

Jan’s hands were untied but she couldn’t use them for a while. She was crying from the pain and relief of having that big rubber wad taken out of her mouth as Julie locked her hand in front of her in handcuffs. Then she sat Jan over by one wall under a large ring set solidly in the wall. From the ring a short chain hung down. Julie ran the end of that chain around Jan’s neck and locked it with a small padlock. Then she turned her attention to the others in their cages. The twins came down before Donna. Each girl was carefully untied and the gag taken out. But only after Julie had locked handcuff on ankles and wrists. And each girl was taken to sit by the wall to have her neck attached to the rings there. When it was Donna’s turn, she was surprised to find that her jaw didn’t hurt as much as Jan’s seemed to have. Perhaps she was simply used to wearing a rubber wad gag while Jan wasn’t. But her bottom still burned and her breasts were covered with angry marks. She knew from past experience that they would fade in a few days and were really nothing to worry about but Jan seemed dismayed to see them on her breasts. Donna wanted to comfort her but thought it best to keep silent while Julie was around. From what she knew of Margaret Summers, Julie had been given authority to whip their bottoms some more if they disobeyed or even if they talked back.

After all four girls were chained to the wall and the ropes picked up, coiled properly, and put away, Julie left. Immediately Donna turned to Jan. “I’m so sorry, Mistress,” was all she could think to say.

“Oh, Donna, I should have known that Margaret wouldn’t take your being taken back by Nigel without doing something. I was a fool.”

“Oh, Mommy, you couldn’t know,” said Patsy.

“That’s right, you didn’t know she would hire mercenaries to kidnap us all,” added Pip. “My bottom hurts.”

“Everyone’s bottom hurts, dear,” Jan said. She sighed deeply. “What makes me mad is I made it so easy for her!”

“Don’t blame yourself,” said Donna. “You couldn’t have helped what happened.”

“But I made it easy for them. When those men came into the big room, both the twins were already naked and tightly hogtied. And I did it!”

Donna blinked. But Pip nodded. “That’s true. Mommy tied us both up. It was an extra tight hogtie and we were suppose to spend an hour in it.”

“It was really neat until the men came,” inserted Patsy.

“Both Pip and I were tied exactly the same way. We were going to see if either of us could get out. Sort of a race.”

“Do you do that often?” asked Donna, forgetting that she was just a slavegirl and shouldn’t be questioning the activities of her mistresses.

“Yes,” said Jan sadly. “We often play games like that. Sometimes I even let the twins tie me up. But, of course, with proper safeguards to make sure they don’t try anything stupid. Our house keeper usually keeps an eye on me when the twins are practicing their bondage on me. But, to answer your question, I have often tied the twins up. Ever since they were small girls.”

“It’s fun,” said Pip defensively. “Mommy doesn’t hurt us. Well, not much. I mean, ropes sometime hurt a little. You know that, Donna.”

“And that Miss Summers is right,” added Patsy. “We are pretty good at escaping. We like to play ‘Escape Artist.’ It’s a fun game.” Donna sighed. She wasn’t sure that the twins would have been able to stop the men, even if they hadn’t been tied up. But it certainly did make matters easy for them to find both twins naked and tightly bound.

“I had just finished tying them and was about to start the timer when the door opened and two of those men marched right in,” said Jan sadly. “I didn’t stand a chance against two men. I fought but... Well, I was soon enough locked in those handcuffs. And they just picked up the twins like suitcases and carried them out of the big room. I’m sorry, girls. I’m very sorry.”

No one spoke for a while. Donna didn’t know what to say.

Her mistress had certainly made it easy by tying up the twins, but she didn’t really think that made much difference. The thought did occur to her that it was certainly easy for three men to kidnap four girls when three of them were already naked and bound. The silence was interrupted by the return of Julie.

“I have some breakfast,” she said cheerfully. “Apples and bread and water. But you all did miss dinner last night so I suspect you’re all hungry.”

She was right about that. Jan and the twins hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday and Donna had missed even that meal. She was very hungry.

Julie passed out a couple of apples and some bread to each chained girl. Then she went around with a big glass of water for each one. All ate in silence and a hurry.

After breakfast there was a bath. But it wasn’t a comfortable soak in warm water. Instead each girl had her hands crossed and tied behind her back and was taken to a small room that Julie laughingly called the ‘Bath Room.’ Inside that very tall room there was a tall cylinder made of some kind of clear plastic. Over the cylinder was a hoist that Julie could control by some buttons on the wall. Each girl was taken to the Bath Room and had to sit on the floor while Julie bound their ankles together with rope. Then she tied another rope to that around their ankles and attached the other end of it to the pulley hanging from the hoist. A touch of a button and the rope began to raise. Donna shrieked as her feet came off the floor and she almost fell backwards. But Julie held her steady as her legs were pulled up until she was hanging completely upside down next to the water filled cylinder. Then she found herself rising above the edge of the cylinder and sideways until her head was directly over the water.

“Be sure to hold your breath,” called Julie, Not that Donna had needed the advise. She could see what was coming as soon as she found Julie binding her ankles. But that didn’t lessen the fear as she hovered upside down over the water. The cylinder was only a little wider than her body and she knew that there was no way she would be able to get her head above the water once she was lowered inside there. She just prayed that the dunking would be fast.

The dunking was slow. The water was warm, not icy cold, but it was with agonizing slowness that Donna descended into the water. She sucked in as much air as she could as her head became wet and held it as best she could. It seemed an eternity before she felt herself stop. She was fully submerged in the water tank, even her feet were under the surface, She opened her eyes and could vaguely see Julie standing there. She wanted to yell at Julie to press the button and get her out of there but dared not open her mouth. Long, long seconds passed before the hoist jerked into life and began hauling her back up towards the precious air. The naked and bound girl gasped in air when her face was finally above the water. “Julie, I almost drowned!” she choked out.

“Nonsense,” replied Julie evenly. “The mistress tested this thing with me and I was able to stay under twice as long as you.”

“Maybe you’ve got big lungs! I nearly drowned.”

“If you relax while you’re holding your breath, you’ll use up less air,” Julie offered.

“You mean you’re going to dunk me again?”

“Of course. One dunk does not a bath make.” The motor above her hummed and Donna felt herself going down again. This time she tried to relax as her head went below the water but it’s not easy to do when you’re upside down, bound so you can’t do anything and knowing you can’t breath water. But the hoist didn’t seem to take so long this time, and Donna was soon sucking in fresh air.

“The Mistress, she like her slaves clean. You gonna get a bath every morning.”

“How... How many times?” Donna managed to asked, “Depends.”

“On what?”

“How dirty are you?”

Julie laughed and pressed the button for Donna’s third dunking. A dozen dunking and it was deemed that this naked slavegirl was clean enough to take out. She lay on the floor as Julie untied the rope from the hoist to her ankles. “Did she really test this thing on you?” Donna asked.

“I said so, didn’t I?”

“Yes... But I thought you were her assistant. Or something like that. I never saw you tied up or chained or whatever when I was here before.”

“I started out as a slavegirl but when the Mistress got Melody, I sort of got promoted. Mistress Margaret, she likes the way I tie girls. And the things I dream up to do to them. We sorts of thinks together, you know.”

Donna knew. “Then why did she use you to test this thing?”

“’Cause she didn’t have no other slavegirl. She let Melody go when she got you, remember? Then that Nigel come along and steal you from her. She got real mad ’bout that, she did. So for a while, I was the only slavegirl around here. Got my bottom whipped a few times. And tested some of the things you’re gonna see. Like this here bath thing, Wasn’t too bad. ’Bout scared the shit out of me first time, though!”

Donna could believe that. With her legs untied, she was led to another room where she had to stand by a wall, neck collar chained to a ring, while her body and hair dried. She sighed. Inside, Donna just knew this was going to be a long day. One by one Jan and the twins were brought in, all dripping wet from the Bath Room. The twins looked like they had fun in the water tank but Jan gave every appearance that it had been an ordeal. Donna again felt so sorry for the mistress.

As soon as Julie had left, Donna offered her sympathy.

“Oh, dear Jan, just hold on. Margaret can’t keep torturing us forever.”

“Can’t she?” Jan sniffed and looked pretty sad. “She can keep us prisoner all our lives. Can you imagine being tortured every day for the rest of your life?”

Donna refrained from pointing out that, in effect, that was exactly what Jan and the twins had condemned her to. But she loved them, however illogical that may be, while she certainly did not love Margaret Summers.

Their conversation was broken up by the reappearance of Julie. This time she was followed into the room by Margaret Summers, herself. Today she had forgone the leather pants and was wearing a very tight fitting leather dress with a deep V in front to show off much more of her ample breasts than it hid, and that was cut off not very far below her hips to reveal that she had a good pair of legs, although a little on the muscular side, but still shapely.

“Happy after your morning bath?” she asked cheerfully.

“You will enjoy a morning bath every morning! Wakes the body up and gets the circulation going.” She inspected her naked captives carefully, paying special attention to the twins. Then she turned to go, pausing at the door. “Julie, put the twins in the test boxes. Put Jan on the Horse in the blue room. And bring Donna to me.” Then she was gone.

Julie unlocked Patsy’s chain from the wall and led her from the room with a grin on her face. Patsy looked worried but Donna suspected any apprehension was more from being separated from her mother and sister than from fear of what was coming. Jan looked even more worried than the disappearing twins.

“Please don’t hurt her,” she called out, but Julie gave no indication of hearing the distraught mother. Turning to Donna; “They won’t hurt her, will they?”

Donna could offer no comfort. She knew as well as Jan that Margaret and Julie were perfectly capable of causing a lot of pain for all of them.

Jan fought at the cords joining her wrists and even tugged at the chain holding her neck to the wall, but to no avail. Donna felt around with her fingers enough to learn that all the knots were out of her reach. She considered trying to help Jan but the spacing between them was enough so that the girls could have reached out and touched fingers if their hands hadn’t been tied. As it was, all they could do was offer verbal comfort.

Julie returned to take the other twin away. Jan tried to protest yet again, begging to know what was happening to her daughters, but was again ignored. “Don’t worry, Jan. The twins can take anything Julie could do to them. Probably more. They’re young, healthy, agile. And they’re used to rough bondage and punishments. Right?”

“Well, yes, you’re right. They do understand what it’s like to be punished. I guess that make them better able to endure in this place than most girls.”

“Right! They’ll be okay. It’s you I’m worried about.”

“The Horse? I’ve put the twins on our Horse, just so they could learn what it’s like. And I had them tie me on it once.” Jan shuddered. “Just for a few minutes, you understand. I wanted to see if it was really as horrible as it seemed. It wasn’t nice but I guess I’ll survive.” Jan’s smile was faint. But there was a fire in her eyes when she added, “I’ll survive because I’m going to get my girls out of here.”

Whatever Donna was going to say was interrupted by Julie’s return. She unlocked Jan’s chain and led her out, leaving Donna alone again. The naked girl shifted her feet, sighed and waited. A slavegirl does a lot of waiting.

It was a long time before Julie returned. Donna could just imagine what was happening to Jan, seeing in her mind’s eye how her beloved mistress was being forced to straddle the wooden edge of a plank, then having her arms tied upward so she couldn’t fall off to either side and would have to lean forward, placing all her weight on the thin edge. And she could imagine Jan’s legs being pulled out to the sides until the poor girl was resting totally on her poor pussy. She would probably be gagged, a girl on the Horse tends to cry out and beg and even scream after a few hours. Donna bit her lip and wished she had thought to offer herself for the Horse in Jan’s place. She doubted Margaret would accept but she should have made the offer. Perhaps she could have taken her mistress’ place on that instrument of torture.

The black girl with the Amazon figure almost matching her mistress’ unlocked the chain to Donna’s collar. But instead of leading the naked girl out of the room, she locked a pair of handcuffs on her ankles, and then untied her wrists. A little puzzled, Donna watched as Julie turned her collar around so that the ring was in the back, then a pair of handcuffs were locked to the ring by their joining link and a padlock. Then Julie forced Donna right hand behind her and up on her back until the wrist was up above the shoulder blade and the arm bend double. The wrist was then caught in one handcuff and locked tightly. The other arm was bend and forced up until her left wrist was also locked in the handcuffs. Donna frowned. She had never been bound like this and didn’t like it. Her arms tried to unfold and pull down but that only hurt her wrists when the steel handcuffs dug into them, and pulled on the collar around her neck. It was an uncomfortable position and Donna knew it would get worse. Julie tapped her bottom with a riding crop and motioned for her to leave what she though of as the “drying room.” She began her shuffling, short-stepped walk to a fate she didn’t know but feared.

Margaret Summers was sitting on the patio, sipping an ice tea and resting her feet on a low table. Donna was familiar with that garden, she even noticed the same tree she had been tied to when rescued by Nigel Bransome. That seemed to her like it was a very long time ago but had been only a couple of months.

“Very nice, Julie. Those handcuffs should keep her hands out of the way,” Margaret said contentedly. This was a woman on top of the word. She had her worst enemy in her dungeon riding the Horse and undoubtedly in pain, her worst enemy’s twin daughters locked away someplace, and the slavegirl she’d always wanted naked and chained beside her. Margaret could afford to be contented—life was good.

For a while Margaret just sat there, sipping quietly and enjoying the morning sunshine. Donna stood beside her, trying not to move her wrists. Movement only hurt them more. She was afraid of this woman and dared not say a thing lest it be taken as sarcasm, disobedience, or an insult. On the other hand, perhaps her silence would be taken as unfriendliness and she would be punished for that. The only thing she was sure about with Margaret Summers was that she could not win. If Margaret wanted to whip her bottom, she would. It was that simple.

Finally Margaret rose from her deck chair. “Let’s go see how Jan and the twins are doing, shall we?” she said amiably. Donna followed, still taking snubbed steps because of the handcuffs on her ankles, and fearing with every step that she might slip and fall. “Those handcuffs make it hard to walk, don’t they?” Margaret asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” offered Donna. “Mistress! I like that. It’s good to hear you call me that. Especially since you’ll be calling me that for the rest of your life.” She turned a shrewd eye towards Donna. “Or until I tire of you and get rid of you.” That pronouncement sent shivers down Donna’s spine. This woman scared her.

“Of course,” Margaret continued, “I do love your body, it’s so whippable. And I’m sure I’ll be whipping it for a long time to come.” She sighed happily. “A long time...”

Donna said nothing. Their path led them down the same stairs Donna had just laboriously climbed. They went to a closed door that was painted blue in contrast to the white of the hallway. Margaret opened it and stood aside for Donna to enter. Taking it as an order, not a politeness, Donna shuffled in. Then stood there gasping.

Jan was on the Horse. It was a little bigger than the Horse in Jan’s big room but along the same lines. The naked girl was astride a wooden plank, the edge buried deeply into her crotch. Her arms had been retied so that the wrists were together and the elbows touching. Then the wrists had been pulled upwards until the unfortunate girl had to lean forward to ease the strain on her shoulders. Each ankle had been noosed with a loop of rope and was pulled wide apart so her legs couldn’t touch any part of the plank. Donna had guessed right, Jan’s entire weight was pressing down hard on that thin wooden edge which must have been cutting into her soft flesh something fierce. She had been gagged and Donna could hear moaning as she entered the room.

Jan’s eyes were closed as she suffered in immobility and constantly growing pain. Small whines and moans escaped the gag and gave testimony to the suffering of this nude girl.

Donna turned to Margaret immediately. “I’ll take her place,” she offered without thinking. “Oh, please, get her down! She’s suffering so much.”

“You will take her place,” said Margaret sweetly. “But only after Jan has ridden this Horse all day. Perhaps I’ll bind you up there for the night? Would you like that? Or maybe tomorrow you will ride the Horse all day. But don’t try to tell me what to do. You all will suffer when and how and where I dictate. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Donna felt terrible. Here her beloved Jan was suffering and would continue to suffer all day while Donna stood in relative comfort and could do not a thing to help her.

“You’d better understand. I will put up with no lip from my slavegirls.” She smiled as she returned her attention to Jan, who had opened her eyes at the sound of voices. “Comfy, Jan, darling? Hope so, ’cause you’re-going to be there all day. Did Julie tell you that? Well, anyway, just so long as you understand that it will be many, many hours before you get off your high horse!” She laughed at her little joke. For a few minutes Margaret enjoyed watching the suffering of the girl on the Horse and the way it was mirrored in the eyes of the nude slavegirl beside her. “Maybe later we’ll come back and I’ll have Julie tie you in here so you can watch your former mistress. You seem to be enjoying it as much as I do.”

Donna’s nostrils flared at that absurdity but she held her angry words back.

Margaret smiled again. “Come on,” she said, “let’s go see how the twins are doing.”

The twins were in another room, locked in small cages that were rectangular boxes rather then the bird cages of the night before. Each girl had her wrists crossed and bound behind her back, and her legs tied at the ankles and again above the knees. The cages were standing on end with the girls standing within. Additional ropes had been tied to each elbow and a bar of the cage nearest it so that she was held in the middle of the small cage by her elbows. Each girl had been gagged with a ball on a strap, the rubber ball having been shoved deep into her mouth, behind her teeth, so it pushed her tongue down and make speech impossible.

Donna sighed a small sigh of relief. At least the girls didn’t seem to be in much pain. In fact, she had seen them put each other in much worse bondage just as a game.

“The twins will spend the morning here. Then I will have them hung upside down this afternoon and let them hang for an hour or so. After that I’ll let Julie whip their bottoms before letting them down. I detected some small areas of skin that were not marked up. A good, general whipping will be sure to cover those missed areas. If not, we’ll try again tomorrow.”

Donna watched the girl’s eyes grow wide at the mention of another whipping and she knew how they must feel. Her bottom was still very, very sore from the whipping of yesterday, as were her breasts and the bottoms of her feet.

Margaret didn’t linger around the twins’ cages. She ushered Donna out the door without allowing her to talk to them. They went back down the hall and into the room where Jan rode the painful Horse. “I’ve decided that perhaps you should stay and watch Jan today,” said Margaret. “I have to go and make sure things are taken care of in the mysterious disappearance of Jan and her daughters. And, of course, their ‘house guest’, Donna. The police will put in an investigation. But I’ve made sure they won’t find anything. And that they won’t investigate real hard. The official conclusion will be that four girls met an unknown fate at the hands of persons unknown.”

Donna was led to a chair in one corner. In the middle of the seat was a huge rubber dildo sticking straight up. “A little on the large size, yes?” asked Margaret sweetly. “But a little lubricant and I think Julie can get it to slide into you.”

“Oh, no! Please don’t do that. It will hurt. It’s so huge. It will be shameful to have to sit on that.”

“I know, honey,” purred Margaret. “It will hurt and will be shameful. And you’ll be punished for telling me not to put you there. Slavegirls can’t talk back, you know.”

Donna swallowed hard. With her hands handcuffed to her neck collar behind her, she was very helpless and totally powerless. Julie unlocked the handcuffs from her ankles and pushed her legs apart so that she was spread wide. She then lubricated the huge rubber phallus as Donna watched. She did it slowly and lovingly, as if it were a real male penis and she was exciting it. Suddenly the two girls took Donna, one on each side, and picked her up to hold her over the rubber penis. Julie made sure that Donna’s pussy lips were spread wide as they lowered her onto the huge prong. Donna gasped as she felt the large head of the beast pushing against the entrance of her vagina, She tried to close her legs and to squeeze the muscles of her pussy to keep the thing out but her legs were held wide by the two strong women holding her, and her own weight forced the monster slowly in as they lowered her.

“Oh, it’s huge! I can’t possible take that. It’ will split me in two!”

In the background, were the muffled cries of protest from the suffering girl on the Horse, which were of course ignored.

Donna might have felt as it she was astride a telephone pole but the monster prong did slide up inside her, filling her up in a way that she had never felt before, She was gasping and panting and moaning by the time her bottom came to rest on the seat.

“See, you can too take it. I’ve seen Julie take larger ones than this. Right, Julie?”

“Yes, Mistress.” The black girl smiled widely and Donna knew she was remembering something with fondness.

“It may be doing harm to me,” Donna tried. “Inside, I mean.”

“Nonsense!” uttered Margaret. All it will do is make any man seem tame. If you ever do have a man use your pussy again.” That idea seemed to amuse Margaret. “Maybe I’ll let men use you, and maybe I won’t. Best enjoy this, Donna, dear, it may be the last penis you’ll ever get inside you.” She laughed at that thought.

Quickly Julie took one ankle, looped rope around it and pulled it up and behind Donna. The ropes tied the ankle very close to the back of the chair, pulling Donna’s knee wide. The other ankle was similarly tied and Donna found herself with her knees wide apart and her legs already uncomfortable. Then Julie tied one end of some rope to the rungs underneath the chair, brought that up behind the chair, and passed it through the padlock at her neck. She then ran the rope back to the rungs and pulled. Donna felt her neck being pulled back until her body was pressing against the chair back, pressing her arms between her back and the chair.

As Julie was binding Donna to the chair, Margaret informed the slavegirl of her plan for the twins. “They are not tied in any way very painful,” she said regretfully. “But the purpose of this morning’s exercise is to find out if they really are as good at escaping as I’ve heard, Each girl is tied the same, and fairly well. And I’m sure that by now they’ve noticed that Julie put the key to their cages on a table not far away. If they can free themselves from their ropes, they might be able to get at that key. I’m sure they’ve already figured that they might be able to get out of the cages and escape from my house before lunch when they think Julie is coming back to feed them and fix them in bondage for the afternoon.”

She paused to watch Julie knot a rope to the chair. “But they would be wrong. First off, the whole thing is a test. I want to see if they can escape from that rope bondage. And secondly, the key Julie so conveniently put in plain sight is not the key to their cages. If they free themselves and get the key, all it will gain them is punishment this afternoon for their attempt. They’ll never get out of those cages. But I’ll know if they really are as good as I’ve been told.” She smiled as Julie jerked on the rope binding Donna’s other ankle to the chair so that her foot was almost the level of the seat.

“The chair is bolted to the floor,” said Margaret, changing subjects. “It won’t move. The way you’re tied, you can maybe raise your hips a little but not much the way your neck is tied down behind you. No way you could ever get off the dildo,” she chuckled. “But you might be able to slide up and down maybe an inch. And we know what that will do, don’t we?”

Donna blushed. She knew that pumping her hips up and down to make that monster slide even a little ways in and out would sexually excite her already excited body. She knew that it wouldn’t take much to make her climax and vowed no to move even the tiniest. She would not allow herself to be seen having an orgasm on that huge thing. It would be too shameful.

“Gag her.” Margaret stood by as Julie carried out the command, using a big wad of rubber forced into her mouth and held in place with leather straps she buckled cruelly tight. “Punish her,” came the next order. “She was a lippy slavegirl this morning.”

Donna did not see them coming but certainly felt the wooden jaws clamp down on her tender nipples. Looking down she could just see two clothespins bobbing merrily from the ends of her nipples. She moaned into the gag and pleaded with her eyes.

“I said you would be punished for telling me to replace Jan with you,” Margaret said reasonably. “And you will. The clothespins will stay there until you’re untied. And you won’t be untied until Jan is.”

The room echoed with Margaret’s laughter as she left the two girls to suffer by themselves. Donna’s breath was coming in little pants as she tried to cope with the burning pain shooting into her breasts. She looked down at the wooden monsters happily clinging to her tits and whined with frustration that she couldn’t reach her hands around and pluck them off. She shook her shoulders, trying to dislodge them but the movement only made them bob more and that sent streaks of fire into her breasts. The chair she was tied to was solid and unmoving. Her neck was forced back and held solidly. There may not have been any more ropes on her body until you got down to her ankles, but the poor girl was held firmly in place by what was on her and by the huge dildo solidly planted on the wooden seat of the chair and inside her. She could shake her breasts only a bit, making the wooden clothespins sway a little from side to side as the bobbed up and down.

The chair faced the Horse. Both girls could easily see each other and each other’s suffering. Margaret had planned it that way. It was a long morning.