Chapter 8
The Castle was well established and running smoothly when Mr. Jeremy Cotheran made his reservations. Devoting his adult life to the legal system, Mr. Cotheran had a fantasy centering around the court systems, specifically those of olden times.
He wanted to be a judge in Merry Old England during the sixteenth or seventeenth century when they were all powerful. And feared.
Being assigned his escort, I was able to observe his "first day at the Castle.
Arriving on time, I escorted him to his suite, explained how the Castle was run, allowed him time to change into costume, then escorted him to room two, level one of the dungeon.
The interrogation room contained a bar enclosed cell that was filled with whimpering convicts'. Matted straw filled mattresses, wooden cots and a slop bucket made-up the furnishings. Along With the five victims.
"Your ship leaves for the colonies tomorrow at dawn but I have decided that one of you will remain here in England. With me. Anyone interested in staying?"
All five clamored to be chosen. Arms reached out between the bars begging to be chosen, not wanted to go to the barbaric colonies where savages did unspeakable things to people.
"Quiet. That's better. As I said, only one of you will be allowed to remain with me. But she must be willing to pay to remain. To pay with her body."
Almost instantly the four women began to disrobe. Tits were bared in record time. Asses and cunts came into view. All except for one vied for his attention. .
Spying the red head cowering in the back corner, judge Cotheran beckoned her forward. "Do you wish to go to the colonies?"
"Nay your lordship."
"Then why aren't you trying to please me?"
"Ye don't want her governor. The guards have had their sport with her and she ain't quite sane anymore. Beat her to a bloody pulp they did. You ain't wantin' the likes of her. She's grown to like the switch, ifn' you know what I mean."
Ignoring the woman who had spoken to him Judge Cotheran again turned his attention back to the red head. "Is that true?"
"I ... aye your lordship. 'Tis true."
Unlocking the door Mr. Cotheran held out his hand and Kathy accepted it and stepped out of the cell.
"Remove your dress."
Kathy was in her element now. Play acting and submitting were second nature to her. She had applied for Mr. Cotheran when his request came in.
Acting like the demure, hesitate, confused victim, she slide the sleeve of her tattered dress off her shoulder.
I had to smile myself when I saw the twinkle in her eyes as her whipped breasts came into view. Mr. Cotheran didn't miss them either.
"Why were you beaten?"
"Because the guards wanted to beat me ... and because they knew that I ... liked it too, m'lord."
Mr. Cotheran cleared his throat and tried to get back into his role. "Why are you being deported?"
They say L. killed a man. But I didn't, m'lord. He just up and died in me arms."
"And why was he in your arms?"
"We ahh we was a havin' a good time, ifn' you know what I mean."
"You were fucking him? Is that it?"
"Aye. We were. And he just up and died. They didn't believe me when I told them that. They only saw me beaten body and thought I did him in to get away."
"He had beaten you? It didn't start here with the guards?"
"Aye he did. Me mam had given me to him for a shilling, like she had others. He thrashed me with a whip, he did. Then had his fun and died."
"But the beating wasn't against your will?"
"No it weren't. Like she said" nodding toward the woman who had spoken earlier, "I like it, m'lord."
"Did he tie you up?"
"Oh, no, m'lord. There weren't no reason to do that. I hold still for my beatins, I do. My mam taught me right, she did."
"You mean to tell me that you stand still while being beaten?"
"Ifn' they want me to, I do. Or knee, or lay down, or whatever they want me to do."
"I don't believe you. No one can do that."
"But I can, m'lord. I can prove it ya, ifn' you want."
"I do want. Stand there. Place your hands on your head and don't move while I whip you."
"Aye, m'lord."
I don't know if Mr. Cotheran noticed her smile or not, but I did. Kathy was a unique gal at the Castle. Yes, she liked the pain. But for some reason she didn't like to be bound in any fashion. Refused to be in fact. And many found her fascinating. Including Mr. Cotheran who didn't like to bind his victims either which created some difficulties for him. Many could withstand the pain he inflicted, but not without being restrained while doing so.
Which is the reason Kathy and Mr. Cotheran had been paired up in the first place.
I wasn't the least bit surprised when Kathy did as ordered.
She stood straight before him, raised her hands to her head, spread her legs for balance and waited for him to begin.
A moment later he did.
Taking up the nine stranded cat that had been hanging on the wall, Mr. Cotheran straightened the strands and brought it back. Then forward.
All nine strands landed on her thrusted forward, all ready whipped, breasts.
Kathy's sigh of utter contentment filled our ears.
He did it again. That time causing her to clamp her mouth shut to swallow her scream of pain. Her legs began to tremble. The cat landed again. And again.
My job was to keep track of the blows landed to collect the correct fee when finished. Twenty to her breasts landed before he switched to her back and ass which got twenty each.
Then as he stood in front of Kathy again he brought his hand down the strands of the cat until only about six inches remained. .
"Spread your legs as far as possible."
Kathy spread her legs. Leaving her cunt totally -unprotected.
Standing to her left, Mr. Cotheran began to twirl the ends of the cat in a clockwise direction. Faster and faster the ends spun around creating a whistling sound in the room.
Then he moved the ends of the swirling cat to her opened cunt. Thwack, thwack, thwack the ends peppered her opened cunt like a spinning wheel.
Kathy's hands twisted together above her head. Her cunt tipped forward to receive the battering cat in her cunt. And she came.
There was no doubt about that fact.
But Mr. Cotheran wasn't disappointed in the least. Dropping the cat he flipped her over and jammed his cock up her whipped cunt as fast as he could to their mutual satisfaction as the other women and I looked on.
Following that scheduled event, Mr. Cotheran requested Kathy for the remainder of his stay at the Castle. It was granted.
They were a perfectly matched pair. Each enjoyed the infliction of pain without the restriction of bondage.
A similar case was Mr. Jacobs and Noreen. But there was a slight twist involved.
I was again in the City on a recruiting venture when I entered one of the clubs that had nightly entertainment.
As I took a seat near the stage I saw the enchanting naked Noreen take center stage. The lights dimmed as she was spotlighted.
Taking up a microphone that was lying on the floor, she issued her challenge.
"I am willing to bet $100 that there isn't a person here that can make me beg to stop. The bartender is holding my money and if anyone wants to challenge me, give your $100 to him too."
"First, let me set the rules."
"Only this whip is to be used," she held up a five foot, single strand whip for all to see. "No blows to land above my neck. I am to remain unrestricted at all times. No bondage of any kind is to be used. I will assume any position you require and maintain it until told otherwise."
"I will use supports as needed. Five minutes per challenge. Maximum number of challenges is three, with a five minute break between. Those are my rules. Any challengers?"
The smirking smile on her face let all know that she didn't think any could defeat her.
I was intrigued by her.
Standing tall, all six foot of her, in the spotlight, she was an imposing figure. Full breasts, flared hips, a slightly padded posterior and long legs all showed signs that she could, or at least had, endured the whip before. She still had some slight bruising on her breasts, back and ass.
I got out my note pad and began to take some notes. Here was a possible candidate for the Castle.
Amid murmuring two people approached the bartender and laid down their money. A quick discussion and the order was established.
The taller man hopped onto the stage and took the whip from Noreen's hand.
Reaching up and grabbing a rope that was hanging from a beam on stage, he brought it to her.
"Hold onto that bitch. Arms up and out of the way and legs spread wide."
Noreen calmly did as requested. When she was in position the man began using the whip with a vengeance.
All the length of the whip wrapped around her again and again. It sank into her breasts, the end snapping her spine. It curled around her hips, the tip striking her hair covered mound.
It became a blur of motion. Landing again and again.
Yes, Noreen screamed. Both in pain and in pleasure, but for the full five minutes, for the full fifty-seven times of the whip's landing, she did not beg for him to stop.
At the end of his allotted time he stepped down from the stage.
I don't think he bemoaned the loss of his money.
All were eager to begin again during the break time as Noreen refreshed herself at the side of the stage.
Out of curiosity, I watched the man who was to v be the next challenger.
He didn't seem worried about losing his wager. His entire attention was focused on Noreen at the side of the stage.
What was he watching for, I wondered and turned back to observe her also.
When the bartender, and official time keeper, said it was time again, the man stepped up on stage and took the offered whip from Noreen's hand.
They silently apprised each other in the blinding light. The man slowly walked around her, apparently looking for some clue as to how to go about winning her money and the challenge.
Seemingly satisfied with his inspection, he said, "Place yourself across the horse, hands on ankles, and I will begin."
The horse was basically in the style of a saw-horse, the only difference being the top was padded for the victim to drape over.
Noreen assumed the assigned position with a calmness that belied the situation, in my opinion.
I assumed, and I think everyone else did too, that his target would be her already whipped and bruised ass. If that was the case, we were all wrong.
From the first swing of the whip, it was obvious that the man was no novice to wielding a whip.
Just the very tip struck the back her right knee, leaving a vivid red streak in its wake.
Evidently Noreen was expecting an ass attack too, for she screamed and almost stood up when the tip of the whip landed on the back of her knee.
The second landed in the exact same spot. There was no increase in size. But there was in pain.
Noreen screamed louder than at any other time that night. And I knew why. There are many nerves at the back of the knee and each one had been painfully awaken.
I looked closer. Inspecting her non-whipped left knee I saw what the man had seen.
No marks.
She had never been stuck behind her knees before, thus no experience in handling pain there. As an experienced pain lover I knew what the man was doing.
Any new area to receive pain didn't have minor nerve damage. They were all intact and registering a high level of pain. That is what he had been looking for. Virgin territory. And he had found it.
By the tenth stroke to the exact same spot I knew that Noreen was struggling not to beg him to stop.
Her lips were compressed so deathly together they were invisible. Her knees kept refusing to remain straight for the whip. And her screams erased all remaining skepticism that shortly she would indeed beg for him to stop.
But just when I was sure she was going to beg him to stop, he switched target.
He aimed for the back of her other knee.
Noreen's body snapped up in pain and screamed.
"Nnnooooo ..."
But again before she could beg him to stop, he switched the landing zone of his whip.
He struck her ass.
She screamed, but it wasn't as intense. She could take it there and again laid over the top of the horse.
A minute later the bartender called a halt to the man's time.
Instantly he stopped, stepping forward he took her into his arms and held her.
Suddenly I knew. He wanted her to win her challenge.
And so did I.
As fast as I could I went to the bartender and placed the required $100 in his hand.
Five minutes later I was whipping Noreen. But I made sure it was where she could withstand it. I wasn't harsh, nor was I gentle. I recognized a soul mate and made both of us happy.
When I had had my five minutes, I asked to see her at my table at her convenience. She agreed, almost as if she understood what I had done.
By the time she came to my table Mr. Jacobs and I had had a long talk and my suspicions were confirmed. When Noreen arrived and after talking all of us knew what had transpired and why.