Chapter 9
For a long time there was nothing. Then there was the slow beat of her heart and lungs. Jennifer found herself bound up tightly and stuffed in some kind of bin.
The drug Miss Ross had shot her with made her limbs weak. She could hardly feel them. She was cramped up in the stuffy airless coffin, bound like a calf for branding.
How the fuck am I going to get out of here, she wondered to herself. I can't move a muscle.
Suddenly there was light above her. In that suddenly light opening was a little girl of about ten years old. The little girl jumped down into the bin and began cutting the ropes and tape which Jennifer was bound with.
"You must be Regina's friend," the little girl said. "I'm Mary. I saw them put you in here. I don't think that was a very nice thing to do. Anyway, you have to get out and help Regina. They are torturing her. I am afraid they will hurt her."
By this time Jennifer was almost untied and she helped with the rest of the job.
"Are you Morgan's niece?" Jennifer asked her.
"Yes. I live here with him," she said.
Jennifer was free. She got up slowly on her still cramped legs and peered out of the top of the bin. She was in the basement over behind the boiler. She could see the basement room where they must be torturing Regina.
Jennifer looked down at herself and realized she was naked. I can't fight against them like this, she thought.
"Mary, can you get me something to wear?" she said.
"Sure, I'll be back right away."
She was back in a few minutes with a pair of black leather pants and a white smock. She also gave Jennifer a pair of boots.
"What are those for?" Jennifer said, pointing to an extra set of clothes.
"That's for Regina," Mary said.
"Good idea, Mary," she said. "Quick, help me get dressed!"
With Mary's help Jennifer got dressed in a flash. Then the two climbed quietly over the top of the bin and crept toward the door of the torture room.
From behind the door they could hear a strange humming. There was a babble of voices. Jennifer recognized Morgan's sneering tones.
"She's passed out again," he said. 'This bitch is just too much of a coward. I told you not to pull the emergency switch. You might have killed her with that power."
"Did you hear what she said?" Miss Ross shot back. "She said they were planning on tricking us. They really were plotting to get back at us!"
"Don't get yourself all worked up," he said. "They're not going to bother us at all. When we get through with Regina and Jennifer out there, they'll be our slaves forever."
Outside the door Mary turned to Jennifer with wide eyes.
"You better be careful," she whispered in terror. "I think they killed someone last year. I don't know because they kept me out of the way. But there was a beautiful girl here all the time for a while and then she disappeared."
Inside, Morgan was saying to Miss Ross, "Go get some more water and splash it on her again. This time we'll try to keep her awake."
They heard a splash. Then there was another murmur of voices.
"Shit, she's out like a light," Morgan said. "I'll have to go upstairs and get another shot. Wait down here while I go get it."
Mary and Jennifer dove behind a pile of newspapers as Morgan opened the door. He stepped out and closed it. He stood there as if listening for almost ten seconds. Then, shaking his head, he went upstairs.
Both the woman and the girl let out sighs when he was gone.
"Come on," Jennifer said. "Let's get in there and take care of Miss Ross."
They crept up to the door. Jennifer put her mouth to Mary's ear.
"You walk in like you are on an errand and get me the strap from behind the chair," she whispered. "Don't say anything to Regina. Just being it back to me. Okay?"
Mary nodded and opened the door. Jennifer could see Miss Ross standing over Regina's unconscious form. Her arms were on her hips.
Mary closed the door behind her and went over to the back of the chair.
"What do you want in here?" Miss Ross said the instant she saw the little girl. "You're not supposed to be down here."
"Mr. Morgan sent me down here to get something for him," she said.
Before Miss Ross could protest, Mary reached into the back of the barber's chair and took out a long leather strap. She rolled it up and walked out the door.
"Beautiful," Jennifer said when she saw the little girl with the strap. "Now we are going to take care of business. Can you go upstairs and keep Morgan from coming down for about fifteen minutes?"
The little girl nodded and ran upstairs. Jennifer stood in the dim basement looking at the strap in her hand. Now she would have a chance to pay back with interest all the humiliation she had suffered at the hands of these two. Now Regina was going to get a chance, too.
Very quietly she opened the door and stepped inside. Miss Ross was standing with her back to Jennifer. She was completely absorbed in watching the unconscious Regina and she did not even hear Jennifer as she crept forward.
Jennifer picked up a mallet from the display of torture instruments. She could feel its weight in her hand. The heavy metal head felt deadly.
She hefted it up and down as she advanced on the unsuspecting Miss Ross. Carefully she raised it over her head. The tight smock she wore strained around her heavy breasts. All at once she sent the mallet crashing down on Miss Ross's head.
The woman crumpled to the floor without a sound. She twitched and then lay still. Jennifer rolled her over with her foot and saw she was out cold.
Jennifer quickly went over and shook her friend. Slowly Regina began to wake up. She shook her head and blinked her eyes. She looked around in surprise and then half-smiled when she recognized Jennifer.
"What happened?" she asked.
"You were really out," Jennifer said. "But it's okay now. I knocked out Miss Ross and Morgan's upstairs. Quick, put these on!"
So saying, Jennifer pulled the electrodes from Regina and released the straps which held her down. Where the electrodes had been were ugly red marks. Her torso was covered with them. But Regina ignored them in her excitement. She quickly put on the extra pair of leather pants and boots. Then she slipped on the tight smock similar to the one Jennifer wore. With no bra on, her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. They stood out like sentinels signaling her great excitement.
"Now we're going to get back at them," Jennifer said. "Did they hurt you very much, Regina?"
"Yes, the shocks were horrible. I passed out twice. That's why Morgan went upstairs. I think he went to get something to keep me from passing out again. That would have been awful!"
"It's all right now," Jennifer said, putting her arm around Regina's shoulder. "They can't hurt us any more."
They both stood looking down at Miss Ross unconscious on the floor. She was breathing peacefully. It went through both girls' minds that they had a lot of love for this woman mixed up with all their hate.
"I'm going to go upstairs and take care of Morgan," Jennifer said. "You can have Miss Ross all to yourself. I'll meet you back at the apartment when it's all over. Good luck." She embraced Regina and kissed her. Then she turned quickly and went upstairs, carrying the heavy mallet.
Regina stood there silently for a minute after Jennifer went upstairs. Then she knelt down and began undressing Miss Ross. She took off her white uniform by unbuttoning it down the front. She slid it off the beautiful full-bodied woman.
Then she unhooked the bra and took off the panties from the pungent quim.
When Miss Ross was completely naked on the floor, Regina stood up and gazed down at her. Her luscious long cunt hair made a shaggy rug between her legs. Her tits were mounds of solid flesh on her chest. Her neck beat in rhythm to the blood coursing through her veins.
Regina turned and opened one of the closets she had seen Miss Ross open during her previous torture. Inside she found some fishnet stockings and a provocative half-bra. She found something else.
Way back on a shelf in the closet, was the diabolical garment which Morgan had put around her loins when he pulled her pubic hair. It was the glass-embedded garter belt!
Regina's eyes widened in imagination of what this would do to Miss Ross's shapely hips and stomach.
Quickly she slid the garter belt up each one of the woman's legs. Carefully she pushed it over the widening thighs. She could see the glass begin to dig into the vulnerable flesh. Miss Ross's stomach heaved. She began to feel the pain.
Regina reached her goal. The belt was around Miss Ross's waist. Then she slid on each one of the stockings and fastened them to the straps hanging from the garter belt.
Each movement of the statuesque woman pulled the garter belt back and forth on her flesh. The glass dug and gouged. In her unconsciousness this made her writhe even more.
The writhing and gouging continued apace. More and more blood began to appear on her satiny flesh.
Regina bent down and fastened the half-bra around the woman's boobs. The bra was hardly adequate for the mountains of delightful flesh. It merely served to confine the lower reaches and cover the hard nipples. The upper portions were forced up and out of the bra, making them even more provocative than in their natural state.
When the dressing was complete, Regina picked her up and carried her over to the barber's chair in which she had been so recently tortured.
She set her down in the puddle of blood which had come from her own snatch. The blood squished up around Miss Ross's backside and dribbled down her legs. Then Regina bound her arms in the leather straps. There she sat, confined to the chair as Regina had been but a few minutes before.
Regina picked up the strap and wrapped one end around her left hand; she got a good tight grip on it and waved it in the air over her head. Then she advanced upon Miss Ross.
She stood tall and straight in front of her tormentor of the past. With the sharp heel of her boot she stamped on the hard floor. The nasty crack stirred Miss Ross. She rolled her head back and forth a few times.
Her head bobbed up and down but her eyes were still closed. Very slowly she picked up her head and opened her eyes.
"Where am I?" she said. "How did I get here? What's going on?"
Her eyes were wide with disbelief and fear. They grew even wider as she tried to raise her arms and found them bound to the arms of the chair.
She was incoherent. She turned her head wildly from side to side. Her long hair flew in a storm around her head. She strained and bucked. She kicked her legs but she could not break free from her bonds.
She looked up frantically at Regina.
"What are you doing?" she said. "Let me out of here! Are you crazy? You will be in big trouble if you don't. Let me up!"
But Regina just stared down at her with a sneer on her face. This powerful bullying woman was now at her feet. Her chest heaved up and down above the revealing bra. Sweat began to appear on her stomach and thighs.
Miss Ross began to cry. The tears rolled down her face and fell on her bare skin. She twisted her head from side to side and strained up and down in the chair. Her delectable lower belly heaved in and out.
But Regina was unmoved. How well she remembered when she had begged and pleaded for mercy at the hands of this woman. How well she remembered her pain at horrible tortures which Miss Ross delighted in inflicting. There would be no mercy now, she thought.
As the word mercy crossed her mind, a terrible rage burst from her heart and almost blinded her eyes. Her head grew instantly fevered and she felt as if she would explode.
She raised her arm in a tremendous arc and brought it crashing down on Miss Ross's face. The hand left an imprint of four fingers on Miss Ross's delicate cheek.
"That's just the beginning," Regina screamed. Indeed it was!
She stepped back from the confined figure and swung her strap-armed powerful arm up over her head. Then she brought it down on Miss Ross's exposed breast tops. Again and again she slashed the air and bit into her flesh with the strap. The stinging on Miss Ross's body became continuous. There was hardly any space between the blows.
Miss Ross had her eyes shut tight. She quivered at each blow. But deep inside she was knowing the pleasure she had for so long inflicted on others. Each blow stirred her deep in the bowels of her desire.
She thrust her hips up with each strap shot. She twisted her unconfined legs around in the chair as if begging for a lashing there. Or perhaps she imagined a more painful and horrible fate.
If in fact Miss Ross desired complete degradation she was not to be denied it by Regina. The young girl's fury was rising with each blow. Her arm became like an automaton raining blow after blow down on the agonized figure.
But Miss Ross' struggling had subsided. Her bucking had ceased and she now merely groaned and strained in the chair.
The garter belt was beginning to take its toll. There was blood all the way around her waist and over both hips and the gouges and cuts pulsed blood with every heartbeat. Every strap slash brought an even larger outpouring.
But Miss Ross was beginning to glow with the feeling of being beaten. She longed for Regina to revile her and mutilate her more. She longed for Regina to make her do the things which she made others do.
For so long she had thrilled at these tortures and now it was her turn to taste the sweet agony. There was no turning back now. Her pussy ached against the rough chair. Her desire swirled around in her hot insides.
As if Regina could sense Susan's growing need she redoubled her efforts. She began' beating her across her unprotected belly. The slashes caught Miss Ross unawares and cut her to the quick. Deep down they thrilled her. The strap found every sensitive spot around her forested pussy and punished it.
Regina was panting and slashing with revenge. She saw the pain on her former torturer's face and thrilled to see it there. It was sweet revenge indeed to return the lesson so painfully delivered by a former teacher.
Miss Ross was completely at her mercy now. She could do exactly as she pleased. The woman was lost in a frenzy of joy. She was oblivious to everything but the tormenting lash.
Seeing this, Regina loosened the straps around Miss Ross' arms. But the woman did not rise. She strained further back in her chair under the blows of agony.
"Stand on the chair," Regina ordered. Miss Ross, so long the commander, now obeyed meekly.
When Miss Ross was thus positioned high above her Regina swung the strap around and slashed at her legs. Very intensely she worked up the beautiful and quivering stems.
From the calves up to the knees Regina slashed. Each blow was a wicked whining affair which slashed around the back of the leg. The snap when it caught tight around the back of Miss Ross' leg sounded wicked.
The higher Regina worked the more Miss Ross clenched her teeth and shook. She began groaning deep in her throat when Regina reached the bottom of her thighs. The groans became more articulate pleading as Regina proceeded up and up.
"Please, Please!" she moaned. "Give it to me, give it to me good. Oh, yes! Give it to me like that."
Miss Ross' body movement encouraged Regina higher and higher. She rolled and thrust her hips under each blow. But in this dance Regina would not and could not stop. She went higher. She slashed across the luscious mid-section of Miss Ross' thighs.
She saw her shake and strain with the effort of maintaining her elevated position. There was agony in her labored breathing. There was joy and tight tension in her face. Slaver ran from one corner of her mouth. Her hands clawed at her own neck.
How can this joy be any greater, Miss Ross thought, as the strap flashed higher and higher. It's never been this good anytime, she thought. I don't ever want this to stop!
It continued. It seemed endless. The strap neared the dark passageway to delight. Miss Ross' breathing was harsh and rasping. She twisted her head back and forth as if straining it against some invisible web.
But there was no web except maybe one woven by herself.
Regina instantly shot another strap-flash to the tender thighs. There was no thrill she had ever experienced that could compare to this. Even the torture she had inflicted on all the others had never thrilled her like this. This was the ultimate.
Regina suddenly brought the strap around underhand and gave Miss Ross a sharp shot on her cunt lips. The thick hair absorbed most of the shock. All that reached the tender flesh beneath was a little snap.
But the little harbinger of things to come sent spirals of joy straight up her cunt to her tender organs deep within her.
"More, more!" she sobbed out. "Please, again and again!"
"You'll get more," Regina snapped. "You'll get more than you ever dreamed of. Spread your legs."
Miss Ross bent her knees slightly and opened her sweet joy lips to view. Between the tangles of hair on either side, Regina could see the soft and moist valley of desire.
Breaking out of her reverie Regina brought the strap around underhand again. This time she laid the stroke exactly in the slit. The sound was like that of slapping a raw steak.
The sting sent shafts of pain and pleasure all through Miss Ross' thighs and belly. She drew her breath in sharply and waited for the next blow.
Regina instantly shot another strap-flash to the tender slit. Faster and faster she beat. Miss Ross' hand convulsively clutched around her crotch.
"Don't be so disrespectful," she said. Susan opened her tender lips to the hail of blows.
She did not desire escape. She desired only the added pain upon pain. She wanted to be scourged and whipped until she could feel no pain. For even in that state she would thrill to the thrashing.
"Turn around," Regina said.
Miss Ross obeyed. She turned and exposed her beautiful backside to Regina. Regina could see between the legs the hanging hank of hair. She could see the blood all around the borders of the garter belt. She could see the heaving shoulders and clutching fingers.
"Bend over the back of the chair," Regina said. "I want to see how you like to be laid out and beaten. I want to see if you will writhe and strain when I lash you to the edge of consciousness."
Miss Ross knelt down and leaned over the back of the chair. In that position she was in a half squat with her head and tits hung over the back of the chair. Her legs quivered already from maintaining that position.
"I see you like it," Regina said, slashing once straight down her backbone.
Miss Ross quivered and shook her ass in Regina's face.
"Don't be so disrespectful," she said. "Sit still when I discipline you. You must learn to behave. How will we ever run a school if you don't learn to behave?" Regina concluded mockingly.
But the strokes she was giving to Miss Ross were not jests. They were passionate and angry slashes which made the victim feel like a helpless bare bone. But she was not a bone. She was a beautiful girl whose lovely back was being cut to shreds. The flesh which melted over her bones giving it a lovely contour was being slashed and cut in dozens of places.
So saying Regina grabbed Miss Ross violently by the curves of the fat and muscle presented an exquisite target. Back and forth she slashed the strap. She did not rest.
This whipping across her backside thrilled Miss Ross so her quim grew warm and wet. She could feel the juice come surging out onto the lips of her twat. She ached to have a painful hand on her tits. She died each time Regina slashed her with the strap across her backside.
She lifted her ass to every blow. As if it were crying to be punished it bobbed up and down. Her hips twisted back and forth exposing their sides to the fury of Regina's strap.
Regina began to curse and spit at Miss Ross. "You smelly-assholed bitch," she said, "do you think you are such hot shit? Do you think you can't be made to crawl? Do you think there is something so special about your tits or your asshole? Is your pussy made of gold? Let's find out!"
Regina rushed up behind the half-squatting Miss Ross and thrust her hand into the tangle of hair. Then she brutally pushed three fingers into her quim and grabbed the tender flesh within.
"It's not made of gold," Regina exclaimed in mock amazement. "I guess it's just like everyone else's. Well, Miss, I guess this calls for some kind of celebration."
So saying Regina grabbed Miss Ross violently by the arm and turned her around. Then she pulled her over sideways so she was lying curled up in a ball in the chair.
Miss Ross did not resist any of this. She felt like wet clay outside and cotton inside. Regina could do anything she wanted with her.
Then Regina pulled her shoulders and hair down so they were hanging off the chair. Miss Ross was on her back looking up at the ceiling.
Regina quickly fastened her wrists to the straps on the arms of the chair. Then she yanked her legs over the top of the chair so that the calves hung down over the back.
There was a piece of electrical cord lying on the floor. Jennifer picked it up and tied Miss Ross' legs together. Then she tied the bound limbs to the base of the chair. Miss Ross was bound on her back across the chair like she was on some sacrificial altar.
The blood rushed to her free-swinging head. It made her feel as if her head would stretch her neck to the breaking point and eventually fall off. Or perhaps, she thought, the veins in my neck will burst when she whips me. She pictured the spectacle in her mind. It stirred her deep in her loins to think of that.
But Regina did not give her long to think. She reached down and unhooked the skimpy bra which had confined her tits and unhooked the skimpy bra hiding her decorations.
Now, her tits were exposed.
The lovely pendulums swung free. Regina could see the less tanned underside. She saw faintly the blue veins which spread delicately under the skin.
She raised the whip and brought it down on the exposed and delicate sight of pleasure. Miss Ross tensed and then relaxed with the flush of pleasure which swept her along after the blow. She was on a sea of joy. Each blow was an ecstatic trip further and further out upon the waves.
Regina was beating her faster and faster now. Miss Ross' sweat was coating the strap making its blows even more savage. Her tits were crisscrossed with lines of rising pink flesh. The welts grew darker and darker the more Regina beat.
Regina could feel herself losing control. Her arm felt as if it whipped on its own. Her head felt as if it were spinning around and around on her neck.
"You fucking cunt-faced whore," she spat at Miss Ross. "I'll make you pay! I'll teach you what real discipline is. You've only just started to learn. Your lesson will be your pain."
Miss Ross was sliding down against the binding straps on her wrists. The pressure of the weight of her body was causing agonies there. She tilted her head back and stared up at Regina. But she could see only a figure stalking in black leather pants. It did not look like the girl who was so sweet and innocent the day she walked into the lobby of "Lookswell." It seemed a very long time since that day. But that was only a trick of the mind for it had been less than a week.
Miss Ross did not have long to look at Regina. The strap came down across her face and caught her with her eyes open. The pain was incredible. She felt the burning and stinging in her forehead and on the tender skin around the ball itself.
Regina beat and slashed her neck and tits. The tits wobbled and danced under this barrage. She cut the underside and slashed the nipples.
Miss Ross' neck was slashed and wound around with the strap. Its edge cut her brutally as Regina withdrew it from each stroke.
Miss Ross' breath came in labored pants. Her crotch felt a burning lust to be hurt. Her middle was a searing bonfire of turgid emotions.
"More, more, more,! " she cried in anguish. "Hurt me! Now."
"I will," said Regina.
"Oh, now please," Miss Ross begged. "Now!"