Chapter 2
Tina calmed Helga as she walked her to the sofa in the waiting room.
"There, there, baby, tell your Tina all about it," she again coaxed Helga, holding her around the waist, comforting the distraught coed.
Helga was so relieved to be in the safety of the Imperial Order building, and in the soft arms of Tina, she hugged her back, then turned her pretty face up towards the taller woman.
Her lips sought the open mouth above her and melted into their soft wet skin as she kissed her lover in greeting and gratitude.
"Oooooh, Tina, I ... I d ... didn't ... "
She kissed her again, not wanting to talk.
"Tell me about it baby, just tell me. It'll be alright," the pretty redhead replied.
Helga told Tina the whole story about meeting the girl in the bathroom as planned. She told her how she coaxed the girl into selling her some grass. She told her how she got her into the supply room, as planned. She told her how things got away from her as her temper flared beyond anything she had previously experienced.
She told Tina that she was afraid she killed the girl.
"I doubt that baby," Tina said. "There would be sirens going all over this town by now"
"Are you sure?" Helga asked.
"Yeah. Pretty sure ... "Tina said, not sure if she was right.
Tina had to preserve the Order at all costs. A slip like this from one of her soldiers could jeopardize the whole organization. She would have to teach Helga a lesson.
One she would not forget.
"Achtung!" she shouted to the blonde, snapping her to immediate attention.
"Helga! You have jeopardized the very core of my organization," Tina's voice was clipped.
Helga was still trying to kiss Tina, her mouth seeking the other girl's lips again.
She pushed the pretty coed away from her.
"You will need to be taught a lesson, Helga. I cannot have this kind of incident repeated."
Helga stood at attention, her arms at her sides. Her face pointed straight ahead. She started to tremble.
"You know what the punishment is for disobeying my orders don't you?" Tina asked.
"Yes Mein Fuhrer," Helga replied.
"What is it Helga?"
"I am to be taken from this place and put into your stockade, Mein Oberfuhrer. From there I will be lead to a place of punishment and pain. My lessons will be taught to me by punishing me severely. I accept my fate my Oberfuhrer goddess," Helga repeated the oath that she had been given at her initiation.
"That is correct, my little Helga. I shall look forward to punishing you severely. Do you look forward to it also?" Tina asked.
"Yes Tina. I do look forward to your punishing me. I want to be the best soldier possible to the Order. You must punish me so that I can become this," Helga's eyes never wavered from straight ahead.
"Good," Tina said, walking in front of her.
"Strip!" she ordered.
Helga's fingers immediately went to her blouse. She unbuttoned the buttons quickly, fumbling with the last one. Finally, the blouse was open and she slid it down her pale arms.
She reached behind her and unhooked the snap of her bra. The cups fell away in an instant, freeing her succulent globes for Tina's eyes.
"OWWWWWWWWW!"
Tina's fingers had immediately shot out and twisted Helga's right nipple.
"OWWWWW ... OWWWWWWW!!!"
Her other hand grabbed a fistful of Helga's hair and yanked her head towards her own.
"On your knees, my lovely cunt soldier!"
Helga immediately dropped to her knees.
"I have been waiting a Long time for you to screw up, and now you've done it in a big way!" Tina's eyes were inches from Helga's. She kept her hands curled into the poor girl's hair as she pushed her to her knees.
"Yes, I will punish you severely, my little darling liebchen," she hissed.
"But not until I feel your hot mouth on my pussy again ... get your face into this!" she shouted as she pulled the pretty girl's face into her pussy.
Tina spread her thighs wide, lifting her miniskirt. She was not wearing any panties underneath and the musky odor of her cunt seemed to leap at Helga's face.
She took a breath.
"Oooooooh, I don't deserve this. It smells so good Oberfuhrer Tina," Helga breathed.
Her mouth quickly opened and she threw here arms around Tina's thighs, pulling her body hard to her face. She opened her mouth wider and darted her tongue into the intoxicating wetness of Tina's cunt.
"Mmmmmmm, you taste so good Oberfuhrer Tina," she murmured.
Helga loved to eat Tina's pussy. It was the correct sign of her submission to the new order.
She didn't care where she was required to eat Tina's pussy, or when. She lived for it. Eating her fuhrer's cunt was the food she lived on. It helped her to become a strong soldier for the Imperial Order.
Her tongue continued to work into the wet walls of Tina's pussy, drawing out gobs of pussy juice. She swallowed, then pushed her tongue back in for more.
She didn't care who might walk in. They were in the waiting room of the Order's building. Anyone could walk in at any second.
They would see a subservient soldier of the order. A female. A female on her knees. A female on her knees willingly eating another woman's pussy. It would be a sign to all that Tina ruled supreme.
The only thing that mattered to Helga at this moment was the wonderful taste of the cunt juice running down her throat.
She pulled Tina's thighs closer.
Her hands moved up to cup the tight buttocks of her Fuhrer and pulled hard. She wanted Tina's cunt to swallow her face if she could.
SMACK ... !
"I want you to properly eat me cunt!" Tina said as she slapped Helga's face.
Helga's tongue didn't miss a beat.
WHACK!
WHACK!!
WHACK!
WHACK!!
She started to slap Helga's face hard. It only spurred the girl on to even more passion. Her tongue was whirling in the frothing honey of Tina's pussy.
"Yes ... "Helga murmured.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, yesss ... that's it ... !" Tina murmured her response. Her thighs started to twitch. The pretty girl was eating her pussy like it was her last meal. She was really good at it.
"Eat me good!" Tina moaned as Helga's knees slid on the floor.
She worked her face up under and deeper into the intoxicating cunt. It was the tastiest meal she had ever had. She wanted more.
Her tongue stretched as far as it could to lick the inner walls of Tina's well lubricated slit.
Her lips found the hard nub of Tina's clit. It seemed to throb between her lips as she voraciously sucked on it.
She felt Tina shudder.
"That's enough Helga! You might take my mind off your punishment if I let you continue now. I'll have more of you later," she said as she roughly grabbed Helga's hair yanking her head away from her pussy.
Helga's lips came off Tina's cunt with a loud slurping sound. A sound of unfulfilled lust came from Helga's throat as she moaned. She wanted more of her leader's pussy.
Much more.
Tina pulled Helga's hair, and slapped her face again.
"Owwwwwwweeeee!" Helga cried.
"What? Am I hurting you?" Tina's brows furrowed.
"Oooooh, no Tina. I'm sorry I yelled. Really," Helga gasped as Tina yanked her hair again.
Tears welled up in the pretty coeds eyes as Tina kept the pressure on. Now it was Helga's turn to feel like her hair was being pulled out at the roots.
She didn't think she could stand it another minute when Tina suddenly released her head, pushing her backwards.
"Before I take you to the stockade darling, I am going to whip your breasts, right here in the office," Tina intoned as she stepped back away from the kneeling girl.
"I want you to be an example for anyone who might come in here tonight," she added.
"I am going to whip your breasts particularly hard, Helga. I want you to thrust them out now," she said as she walked to the corner and opened a desk drawer.
She came back holding a small leather thonged quirt. The leather straps looked like they could do quite a bit of damage to Helga's naked breasts. Her eyes widened in fear.
"Stick your breasts out Helga, "Tina commanded.
Helga did as she was told.
As she arched her shoulders backwards and jutted out her breasts, she felt her nipples stiffen. They were like hard jewels, both from the cool air conditioned air. And from her excitement at preparing to be punished.
"Hmnmmmnn," Tina murmured.
She looked at Helga's stiff nipples as if another idea struck her.
She walked back to the desk and opened a second drawer.
Walking back to the kneeling girl, she bent down and attached an alligator clip to each stiff nipple. The clips were held together by a thick length of chain. She pulled on the chain, testing its strength.
"Unnnnnh," Helga moaned as her clamped nipples were pulled harshly away from her breasts.
It felt as if her boobs were going to. be ripped off her chest.
"UUNNNNHHHHHH," her moans became louder.
Tina continued talking to her in a hushed yet firm voice. "I think I will try and whip the middle of this chain, Helga. That ought to pull your nipples a little harder, don't you think?" said.
"But only after fifty hard lashes on your breasts first," she added. "Are you ready to receive your breast whipping fraulein soldier?"
Like the well disciplined soldier that she was, Helga nodded her head in answer.
THWACK ... !
The leather whip swung through the air, the lashes curling around the kneeling girl's right breasts. The tip of the whip caught the alligator clip, distending Helga's nipple terribly.
"AGGGHHHHH ... "Helga couldn't help moaning.
"Do you want me to gag you?" Tina asked.
Helga nodded her head 'no'.
"I will if you want me to. You'd like that wouldn't you? Or would you prefer to scream for me. You know how much I like you to scream soldier Helga. It let's me know that my correction is working."
Helga's eyelids lowered. She waited for the next blow.
TWACK ... !
The young girls body jerked in agony as the second whip blow landed on her other breasts.
Her breasts seemed to be on fire already.
WHACK ... !!
THWACK ... !!
Two successive whip lashes curled around the left and right breast tearing the nipple clamps off.
"OOOOOOOOOH!"
Helga's nipples burned from the sudden rush of blood.
The chain fell to the floor with a loud crash.
Helga continued to suffer the agony of Tina's corrective whip. Her breasts felt like they would be whipped to the marking point. Her nipples lost all sensation as two hard blows landed across them.
A white hot fire raced through her convulsing body as the pain of Tina's whip started to take over. Her pussy started lubricating. The pain was becoming the pleasure of arousal now.
Blow after blow of Tina's whip continued to lash at her tender breasts.
WHACK ... !!
THWAAAAACKKK ... !
Two especially vicious blows curled around her left breast.
"ARRROGHHHH ... !" she screamed at the top of her lungs. She didn't know how much longer she could take this. She looked down and saw that her breasts were covered with deep red welts. The whip was painting a masterpiece of pain on her tender tits.
Helga's body convulsed again.
From somewhere deep inside of her an orgasm started rushing through her.
She looked at the thighs of her leader, open and bracing her body as Tina's arm swung whip blow after whip blow on her breasts. She loved the power in the woman. She would do anything the woman wanted.
Helga was so sorry to have gotten carried away with her assignment at the school. She wished she hadn't told Tina now. But she knew in her heart that it was the right thing to do. The Imperial Order inflicted pain on its enemies.
And extracted pain from its members, whenever they failed to follow orders.
It was like the Germany of old.
The leaders of Nazi Germany did not get away with telling the judges at Nurenburg that they were only following orders.
Helga was not getting away with it here.
She was being justly punished by her leader.
And it was only the beginning.
TWAACK ... !
CRAAAACK ... !
C-R-A-A-A-A-A-C-K ... !
Tina continued whipping the kneeling girl for another fifty blows. She took her time. She wanted the punishment to be remembered long after it was over.
She knew exactly the places on Helga's body that would make her feel the most pain.
And ... the most pleasure.
Finishing off the punishment with a series of ten quick lashes on Helga's stiff clit, the punished young girl spasmed in a huge orgasm. She bent forward, her face to the floor as her cunt twitched and flowed with a river of cream.
A tide pool of pussy cum collected under the kneeling, punished girl's body when Tina finally put the whip down and walked away.
The brunette slowly struggled to her feet.
Every fiber of her body ached.
She didn't know how long she had been out, but it seemed like hours since she met the cute blonde girl in the restroom.
What had happened?
Her mind slowly cleared.
She tried to lift her head. It dropped back down with a thud. Her face smashed into the floor.
At first she thought her neck was broken.
She tried lifting it again.
Slowly, painfully, she was able to lift her head.
She must have loosened a vertebrae. It felt like a ton of lead was pressing down on her neck.
Slowly. Very slowly she worked her hands to her body, pushing herself to her knees. Her eyes were swollen shut and the room appeared to be much darker than it was.
In a haze she could see the shelves and supplies of the closet. She couldn't remember how she got here. What had happened to her.
Slowly. Ever so slowly, her memory came back.
She rolled over into a sitting position, her head on her knees as she rested from the exertion. Her body was covered with brown and blue bruises. Someone had really worked her over.
She remembered the blonde girl calling her a cunt.
Where was the grass?
Who were her contacts?
The questions that had preceded the beating came back to her slowly.
She had only offered to share what limited stuff she had. She wasn't a drug dealer. She bought her stuff from another girl on the Lacrosse team. Why did the blonde think that she was so important.
Why did she beat the living shit out of her.
Doris Smith was not a pushover. As captain of the Lacrosse team, she was the biggest, toughest girl on the campus. Or so she thought. She usually gave as good as she got.
But the blonde?
Who was she?
Her training must have been far superior.
She didn't look like anything but a frail, air headed coed when Doris saw her at the sink in the restroom.
Where had she learned to fight?
She was certainly professionally trained.
Or something, Doris's thoughts all jumbled around in her pain shrouded brain. She couldn't think too clearly yet. She needed to sort things out.
An eye for an eye had always been her motto.
She would get the bitch back, that's for sure.
As she dragged herself to her feet, she made a mental list of the other girl's on the Lacrosse team that she could enlist to help her.
With five or so of them, the blonde would be reduced to a whimpering pile of feminine helplessness. She vowed to get even.
It took Doris almost ten minutes to be able to stand without support.
She looked at her legs. They were covered with bruises, matching the rest of her body.
Her scalp ached.
The cunt had pulled her hair out practically by the roots. She ran her fingers through it lightly, flinching at the tenderness beneath her brown curls.
She saw her purse near the door. Her clothes were in a pile next to it.
She spent another fifteen minutes putting her clothes back on. It seemed that her fingers just would not cooperate with her brain. She fumbled with the buttons, then the snaps of her brassiere.. Finally, with great difficulty, she pulled her skirt back on.
Out of breath, she leaned against the shelves once again for support.
She had been given one hell of an old fashioned beating. There would be hell to pay in return.
After she lined up her friends.
After she found out just who the blonde haired bitch was. She vowed she wouldn't waist a moment.
Doris's eyes closed as she winced again in pain. She had to get some ice packs on her face and quickly. She was out of action for several days and she knew it.
It would take her over two weeks for the bruised body to heal. Probably longer if she didn't take care of it right away. She wanted to get out and get home as soon as possible. A nice long hot bath would be great for starters. Maybe Mary Lou would be home.
She might get some tender loving on top of it.
What was it Mary Lou had told her once? she asked herself as she walked slowly towards the door.
A mercy fuck?
Yes. That is what she needed tonight. A mercy, fuck. Or should she say, a mercy lesbian pussy eating.
Doris hobbled out the door and down the hallway. She made it to her car with great difficulty. Her breath was coming in gasps.
Fucking cunt must have broken my ribs! she thought to herself as she opened the door and slid into the driver's seat.
She paused again. Her body continued to heave with each wave of pain that coursed through her. This was to be a night she would never forget. How could she be so stupid as to not see it coming. She knew enough to never trust anyone without checking them out first.
Doris Smith's lesbian urges had caught up with her.
At the first sight of Helga, she creamed her panties thinking of how nice it would be to mellow out and settle in for some nice slow pussy eating. She wanted the beautiful girl in her bed. She let her guard down.
She cursed herself for her stupidity.
Helga could have been a narc. That would have been worse. To be busted for drugs in Seattle still carried a lot of penalties. Doris couldn't afford to take chances like she had taken.
Juicy pussy just isn't worth it, she thought to herself as she started the engine.
It could have been far worse.
The Imperial Order's stockade was located in a remote area fifty miles to the east of Seattle. The woods ran deep and forested and access was limited by the dirt road leading to the stockade. A heavy iron gate controlled access to the grounds. The property was fenced with chain length fencing, electrified and fortified with another inner layer of barbed wire.
A third perimeter of concertina wire with its razor sharp blades, ran behind the barbed wire. No one could get into the compound without great difficulty.
No one could get out either.
It was here that the Imperial Order dealt with its enemies.
Both known and suspected.
It was in the stockade that the Imperial Order used its torture on the unsuspecting victims of its aims.
It was here that soldiers like Helga, who had disobeyed or committed some infraction of the rules of the Order, were brought to for discipline and retraining.
It was here that soldiers like Helga learned how to apply the fiendish methods of interrogation to their captives, but first undergoing them, themselves.
Helga didn't look forward to her stockade punishment, but she knew that she deserved it. She had really screwed up in beating the dark haired girl. She had lost her temper being so caught up in the pure purpose of the new order. She had been a fool.
Now she would learn her lesson.
She was scared.
But she was prepared to show Tina that she could accept the harshest punishments she dished out.
Helga wanted to accept the harshest punishments so that she would, in turn, be able to inflict them on other prisoners.
The thought of the photograph of the woman ...
Her head shaved in the ultimate sign of submission to the superior race ...
Her arms and wrist bound behind her ...
Her body twitching from the pole as she hung by the neck ...
The photograph danced in Helga's mind as her pussy started to lubricate again.
She would learn how to be just like her mother.
She craved to be like her mother.
She wanted a yielding, submissive captive to torture and punish. She wanted the incredible sexual release she found from seeing a woman begging for mercy as she flayed away at her naked back with a whip. She wanted to cum from the pleasure.
And cause the prisoner to cum from the pain.
The van bumped over the rough cut road as Tina drove a bound and gagged Helga to the stockade.
After she had thoroughly whipped Helga at the headquarters building, she decided she would take her to the stockade compound herself. She loved to tie her prisoners tightly, and Helga was to be no exception.
Even though Tina loved Helga with the deepest love that only two lesbians could have for each other, her responsibility to train her correctly ran even deeper. She knew that she would be always responsible for the young coed, and her training would be the hallmark of her love.
As she drew Helga's elbows tightly together, the girl let out a low moan.
Tina pulled even tighter.
Helga moaned again.
"Unnnnnnh, oh Tina, my arms hurt soooo bad."
"Good," Helga's reply was curt.
She pulled once more until Helga's elbows touched and almost crossed behind each other. It was the best elbow tie Tina had done in a long time and she stepped back to look at her handiwork.
"Mmmmmmm, I want to eat YOU now," she smiled as her pussy started to tingle.
The thrill of putting a girl into bondage was always like a new experience for Tina. She lived to inflict her ways on other women. It was for the best, she knew. The Imperial Order would be the wave of the future and she would have a reign of terror that even the Gestapo couldn't begin to match.
Helga's clit throbbed as Tina cinched her elbows.
"Thank you for tying my elbows behind my back, Tina," she submissively thanked her leader.
"You're welcome, Helga," Tina smiled.
"Oberfuhrer, I love you," Helga gave the Oberfuhrer Tina Flannery her most seductive smile.
"And I love you, Helga," Tina said as she slowly ran her hands over the bound girl's arm.
"Let's not keep you waiting your punishment though," she continued. "Out you go, into the van," she said as she shoved Helga through the back door and into the cargo door of the van.
Once inside, Tina laid Helga on her side and tied her ankles together tightly. Then she took another length of rope and put her into a severe hogtie. She didn't want her to move an inch during the hours drive into the country.