Chapter 3
The gate swung open to let the van pass through. The guards knew the Oberfuhrer's van on sight. If they saw that the Oberfuhrer herself was driving, they didn't dare stop and question her as they would any other driver.
It would mean a fate worse than death if the guards ever questioned Tina Flannery.
This would prove to be the only fatal flaw in Tina's exacting of a loyalty oath from her followers.
A loyalty oath that was as harsh as she could make it. Harsher than any her swastika forefathers could have ever devised.
Unswerving loyalty.
Unswerving allegiance.
Blind faith.
Never question the Oberfuhrer.
About anything ...
If a guard was ever stupid enough, or just not paying attention enough to recognize the Oberfuhrer on sight, she was dealt with summarily. Her punishment was immediate.
The guard was usually given a severe whipping, followed be a week of gagging plus blindfold punishment. This would ensure that the hapless guard never used her mouth for anything more than correct responses to the Oberfuhrer, and a week in the dark would ensure her eyesight improved.
More than one woman had spent a week with a prickly pear gag in her mouth, pulled tightly by stretched rubber bands. It didn't take long for the loyalty oath to be thoroughly remembered after that.
More than one woman guard had spent a week in blindfold punishment, using her hands only to feel her way around the compound. After a week of tripping and falling, the guard never made the same mistake again.
Tina Flannery was an inventive woman and her methods of dealing with her followers were as severe as the methods she used on her enemies. Sometimes they were even more severe.
Tina had called ahead and asked that cell block A be ready for Helga.
Cell block A was her dungeon cell. Every conceivable instrument of bondage and discipline was located there. A hapless victim shuddered when they were lead into the forbidding stone enclosure.
As she pulled up in front of the building, she heard a low moan escape Helga's lips.
When the van pulled under the glaring floodlights at the gate, it was not lost on Helga that she was soon nearing her punishment. Her total and absolute giving of herself to Oberfuhrer Tina, without reservation. Without hesitation.
"Are you that anxious?" Tina asked over her shoulder in response to Helga's moan. "Are you asking me to get you into the cell quicker?"
"Don't worry Helga, you'll soon be rewarded with your punishment," she said as she turned her head back to the front.
She continued talking, her eyes on the road now.
"I have to admit Helga, just the sight of you in that hogtie makes my pussy wet. I can't wait to start punishing you."
Another moan escaped Helga's lips. Her own pussy was lubricating at the very thought of being punished by Tina. Her thighs rubbed together as pussy juice ran down the insides of her bound legs. She moaned again.
Parking the van and setting the brake, Tina leaped out of the driver's door and walked quickly around to the cargo door, sliding it open.
Two uniformed guards appeared in an instant.
One of the guards spoke.
"May we assist you Oberfuhrer?"
Tina looked at the two female guards, a smile of satisfaction on her face. She had personally designed their uniforms and she loved to look at them, especially on girls as shapely as these two.
The uniforms consisted of thigh high leather boots atop six inch stiletto heels. The boots were laced from the instep to the thigh with rawhide lacing. Pleated blue miniskirts came to the girls' mid thighs, just above the boot tops. A portion of their creamy white skin showed provocatively between the hemline of the miniskirt and their boots.
The bodice of the uniforms consisted of a bra fashioned from two metal hoops. The metal hoops encircled the girl's breasts but didn't cover them.
Their nipples were allowed to show along with a generous portion of breast flesh.
Their arms were covered from fingertips to just beyond the elbows with thick kid leather gloves. The guards had to administer a lot of prisoners, and couldn't soil their hands. Tina's choice of uniform served to assist them in their tasks. Their hands would not become rough or calloused from wielding a whip, nor soiled by the lotions and creams they rubbed into thoroughly whipped flesh.
The uniforms served a dual purpose.
The second purpose was to excite the prisoner.
Tina was a genius and a master of psychological suffering. She knew that a woman being punished by another woman, would be sexually excited by the provocative outfits the guards wore. It would add to their punishments to desire the guards sexually, but not be able to have that desire fulfilled.
As Tina turned to the guards approaching her, she wanted to lean forward and take a taste of the blonde one's nipples. They jutted out stiffly and looked like they were secreting fluids.
She thought twice about it.
The guards standing orders were to present their breasts whenever the Oberfuhrer demanded. When they did and the Oberfuhrer desired to taste or suck on them, it usually lead into along night of lovemaking.
Tina's mouth was open. Her jaw slack in abject sexual hunger. She wanted it all. She wanted to kiss and suck the offered nipples. She also wanted to get on with Helga's punishment.
She decided that Helga's punishment must take priority. The guards could wait. Perhaps she would invite them into the dungeon later.
Especially the blonde one. She would have many orgasms before the night was over thinking of that one.
Tina turned back to the van and looked at Helga lying bound on the floor. In the hogtied position, her panties were exposed and Tina didn't miss the stain on the crotch of her panties.
"So! Already you're excited!" she said as she glared at Helga.
"You just wait my darling Helga. You think you're excited now?! HA!"
She reached in and untied the ropes holding Helga's ankles tightly to her wrists.
The young girl moaned when she felt the blood returning to her limbs.
"Out you go," Tina said as she pulled Helga out of the van.
Helga's wrists and arms were still tied behind her back. Taking a short chain attached to two leather belts, Tina placed one belt on each of Helga's thighs, just above her knee.
"I love to watch girls walk while hobbled," she said as she pulled the belt hook into the last notch.
The hobbles had a three inch chain and Helga had to take very small steps as she walked ahead of the Oberfuhrer towards her dungeon.
Helga walked several steps behind, her pussy now tingling in excitement as she watched the hobbled young girl try to walk. It never failed to excite her.
"Mmmmmmmm, Oh Helga, you look so defenseless," Tina rasped.
She reached down and started to stroke her pussy as she followed Helga inside. The guards had illuminated the cell, and all appeared ready' to receive the hapless girl. The walls were lined with bondage devices of all description.
Gags, discipline helmets, spreader bars, cuffs, dildos and butt plugs were lined up neatly on shelves or on hooks on the wall. A large metal canister held whips, birch rods, sticks, and canes of ever thickness and size.
There were several padded benches in the middle of the room. These were the spanking benches. A girl could be tied to the benches in a variety of positions. All of her vital parts, all of her body could be exposed to the kiss of Tina's whips.
"Stop right there!" Tina ordered as Helga reached the center of the room.
Helga's eyes took in the various implements. Her mind raced. She wondered which of the various devices Tina would use on her tonight.
And tomorrow.
And for as long as her punishment session was to last.
She trembled as she wondered which would be first.
Would she be whipped?
Would she be put into further bondage?
Would she be gagged?
Would she have to endure the silence and darkness, and incredible erotic smell of a black leather discipline helmet?
She spied a metal rack on wheels. An enema bag was hanging from the top. Helga could see a nozzle in the shape of a penis on the end of the hose attached to the bag. The penis nozzle looked enormous.
Would she be given a punishment enema?
With that thick nozzle in her rectum?
Then whipped?
The possibilities kept running through her mind as Tina walked around in front of her. Her pussy spasmed again at the sight of her Oberfuhrer. She wanted to kneel and kiss Tina's feet. Her hands. Any part of her body she wanted. She was in love with the founder of the Imperial Order and wanted to declare that love in any way she could.
"Well young lady, do you have anything to say for yourself before I start your sentence?"
"Please Frau Ober ... fuhrer, m ... my Mistress," her voice broke. "Please punish me in any way you see fit. I was stupid. I deserve the harshest discipline you can give me. Please punish me severely."
"Good answer, Helga," Tina's voice almost choked in her throat.
The sight of the hobbled and bound girl was almost more than she could bear. She wanted to have a frenzy of sexual release with her. Wanted to punish her as much as Helga wanted to be punished. They would both find sweet release tonight.
One in the pain and pleasure of receiving her punishment at the hands of her Mistress.
One in the pleasure of giving pain to one who now begged for it.
"On your knees!" Tina now ordered the girl.
Helga struggled to kneel; It was difficult with the hobbles around her thighs and her arms still bound tightly behind her back. Somehow she managed to work her way to her knees.
"BOW YOUR HEAD BEFORE ME!!"
Obediently, Helga leaned forward and touched her forehead to the floor.
"On my BOOT!"
She raised her forehead from the cold damp concrete and placed it on the top of Tina's hoot.
"Lick it!!"
Her tongue shot out and started to lick the tops of Tina's boots. Slowly she worked her mouth over the shiny patent leather. She licked the heel and took it into her lips, licking the entire length. She worked her face back on to the top of the boot. Her tongue never ceased to salivate and then lick.
When she was finished, her tongue was black from the shoe polish that Tina had applied just hours before.
"Why is your tongue black?" she asked.
"Because I have just polished your boots, Oberfuhrer," came Helga's reply.
"Do you think I apply polish to my boots so you can lick it off?" Tina asked.
Helga wasn't sure of the proper response so she said nothing.
"Answer me!"
Silence.
"Very well then, let us proceed," Tina said, lifting the girl by her hair so that she was kneeling upright once again.
"I will give you a fighting chance, Helga."
She walked behind her and loosened the ropes holding her arms and wrists.
"Stand up!"
Helga stood up. She was shaky from having been in bondage for over three hours and swayed slightly.
"Achtung!" Tina shouted the command to stand at attention. Helga quickly went stiff.
"Now listen and listen closely, you stupid fucking bitch!"
Helga didn't move a muscle.
"I am going to give you one chance to escape your punishment. We are going to have a no holds barred, Katy bar the door, knock down drag out fight. If you win, you will forego your punishment. If I win, your punishment will be doubled. Do you understand?"
"YAVOHL MEIN OBERFUHRER!" Helga shouted.
"When I give the signal we will begin. Step back," she ordered.
As Helga took the first step backwards, Tina's right foot came rushing up and the tip of her boot thudded into Helga's cunt.
"That's the signal," Tina laughed as Helga doubled up in pain.
She was caught off guard again.
As her right hand came up to steady herself, Tina grabbed it and twisted it viciously, putting Helga into a hammerlock. She grabbed the girl's hair with her other hand and pulled her head back as far as she could without breaking anything. She didn't want to harm her.
She would win.
She knew it.
She would just have some fun first.
Releasing her hair, she put her forearm in front of Helga's throat and pulled back hard. The choking sound escaped the girl's throat in a silent rush. She gasped for air.
"Speak!"
Tina knew that Helga couldn't utter a word. Her windpipe was thoroughly choked off.
"O ... sptr ... pls ... " Helga tried to cry out but couldn't get more than a few syllables out.
"I SAID SPEAK!!" Tina teased.
She relaxed the choke hold slightly.
"Go ... got ... to ... breathe ... "Helga rasped.
Tina pulled her forearm away and spun the girl around by her shoulders.
Her right knee came up in a blinding fury and crashed into Helga's stomach, knocking the wind out of her again.
Helga's mouth opened to suck in air, but only uttered a spasming choking sound as she tried to reflex her diaphragm. She was turning beet red from the effort.
SLAP ... !
SLAP ... !
Tina cracked the girl's face twice, opening a small cut on Helga's cheek where her deaths head ring gouged the flesh.
A small trickle of blood appeared.
Helga now had the supreme mark of her Oberfuhrer. It was a mark that she would be proud of and point to many times in the future. She had spilled her blood for the Oberfuhrer. It was her highest honor.
SLAP ... !
SLAP ... !
Tina continued to slap the girl on the face, forcing her backwards with each blow. Helga was now powerless to ward off the advancing slaps. Her pussy ached from the terrific knee jolt delivered at the start of the fight. She was losing.
She knew it.
She loved it.
CRACK ... !
A final blow crashed into her face, splitting her lip as Helga fell backwards, the light slowly fading from the room. Her head was spinning. Her body was spinning faster. Round and round in dizzying circles she saw the overhead lamp.
Nausea overcame her.
She wanted to throw up but couldn't. She felt her head ringing and the lamp getting dimmer and dimmer.
It felt like she was falling a thousand feet down into a pitch black well.
Blackness enveloped her ...
She had been knocked unconscious.
She tried to move her arms. Then her legs.
Nothing.
It felt like their were lead weights holding her down. She tried again.
Nothing.
She heard a sound from somewhere across the room.
Where was she?
Helga tried to remember the last few hours and then it came to her. She had lost the fight with Tina. She was going to suffer her punishments double now.
Her head ached. She had hit the floor in a free fall after Tina landed the roundhouse right. A dull throbbing seemed to be growing from the lump on her forehead. Her face felt hot and bruised.
As Tina walked into the room, she saw Helga regaining consciousness. She looked so lovely tied spread eagle style on the whipping cross. The cross had been brought off the wall and was suspended on a horizontal plane by four sturdy chains rising to ceiling hooks.
Helga lay bound on top of the X shaped cross.
She was naked. Her pussy felt so exposed in this position. She knew that Tina would punish her now. She was in the perfect position for it.
Her breasts heaved as she labored for a breath. She had really had the wind knocked out of her several times and her stomach ached.
Walking next to the bound girl, Tina tested her bondage to ensure it was still secure. Her hands quickly touched the knots, pulling them, testing their strength. Helga wasn't going to get out of this until Tina let her out.
Helga raised her head slightly. She could see Tina walking around the cross. Her pussy started to juice at the sight of the Oberfuhrer wearing nothing but panties and her high heeled boots.
Tina's pussy looked like it was wet.
It was.
Tina was juicing up a river of pussy honey as she looked at the soldier in bondage. Helga would take to punishments like a duck to water. And Tina was going to administer them. It excited her almost to the point of orgasm.
There would be many orgasms this night.
Both for Tina.
And for Helga.
The sight of Tina's pale white flesh made Helga moan with desire. She couldn't wait to be punished. Especially by this beautiful woman who so mastered her mind and her body.
She would give her very soul to Tina if but she would ask. There was nothing she would not do for her Frau Oberfuhrer.
"I think I'll whip you now," Tina said, reaching for a small quirt from the rack.
Testing it for effect on Helga's thighs, she started to whip the girl's exposed flesh with abandon. She whipped up then down the right leg. Then moved to the left.
Underneath the punishing lash, Helga twitched at each stroke. Her body jumped against her bonds. She tried to escape the stinging blows of the whip. Her bondage would not allow the slightest escape.
"OWWWWW ... "she cried as a particularly hard lash bit into her thighs, just below her pussy.
"Oh, you want me to whip your cunt, do you?"
Tina asked, twirling the quirt in a rapid circle. It made a sickening whirling sound in the air as the lashes approached her exposed pussy..
THWACK ... !
"OWWWWWWEEEE ... OUCH ... OUCH ... OUCH ... " Helga screamed as the leather thongs bit into her sensitive pussy lips.
"Oh? You want me to continue?"
THWACK ... !
THWACK ... !
THWACK ... !
THWACK ... !
Oberfuhrer Flannery covered the twitching girl's cunt with a series of hard lashes, the thongs diving between her tortured wet lips with each succeeding blow.
"AAAARGHHHHHH ...
The pain was incredible.
She moved the quirt up and down Helga's cunt until she was satisfied that the girl was in agony.
By the way that Helga was writhing and moaning on the cross, Tina was sure the girl was suffering horribly.
She added four more harsh blows in quick succession.
She placed her fingers on Helga's pulsating cunt and stroked her there.
"Yes, this will do very nicely," she said, grasping one of Helga's pussy lips between her thumb and forefinger and pinching viciously.
"AAARGGGH ... OWEEEEE ... OH TINA ... OH ... OH ... OH ... AAAARGGHHHHH ... ! she screamed at the top of her lungs as Tina pinched, then pulled each pussy lip in turn.
"Yes, this will do nicely," Tina said, tossing the whip to the floor.
She continued to stroke Helga's tortured pussy, sliding her finger into the writhing girl's cunt.
"Ah, you're WET!" she said in mock surprise. "What a slut you are! And I've only begun your punishment, young lady!"
She released the tortured lips with a quick twist and walked over to the wall.
Tina studied the whips and canes in the canister with a scholarly look. As if selecting just the appropriate instrument of punishment for her charge.
She finally decided upon a cat-o-nine-tails and walked back to Helga.
"Kiss the whip Helga," she said, putting the handle of the whip to Helga's mouth.
Reluctantly at first, then with more abandon, Helga started to kiss the whip handle.
Tina shoved it into the girl's mouth. "Suck it! Suck it like you would a cock!"
Helga's mouth opened and Tina jammed the leather covered handle deep into Helga's mouth.
Pulling it out she quickly thrust it between the bound girls thighs, spreading her tortured pussy lips as the thick handle worked its way in. She started to fuck Helga with the whip handle for a few strokes, then pulled it Out. Then handle was covered with pussy juice.
"Lick your cum off it," Tina said, jamming the instrument back into Helga's mouth.
With the appetite of a starved man, Helga started to suck her own cunt juice from the handle that had just invaded her body. She was surprised at the taste. Her cunt juice tasted a little salty, but the act had the required effect.
Her pussy creamed even more.
Tina started in with the cat. She used a series of lashes that put thick wide welts on Helga's naked flesh from her shoulders to her ankles. Not satisfied with the pattern, she repeated the process, starting from her ankles back up to her shoulders.
Helga was howling in agony by the time Tina's whip kissed her bare flesh over a hundred times. It looked as though she had been gone over with a meat tenderizer. Every square inch of her flesh was red with welts. Her skin burned from the heat of the lashing. She was on fire.
Her cunt was on fire.
From need.
From need for more punishment.
More whipping.
More whip handle cunt fucking.
Anything and everything that Tina wanted to do to her tonight, she would let her do. Helga was prepared for her punishments and wanted more. Her mind had already crossed that strange threshold from pain to pleasure.
The very act of receiving pain, now brought her tremendous pleasure. And knowing that it was her Oberfuhrer who was giving her the pain, only increased the pleasure more.
Her body spasmed as another orgasm crashed through her. Helga's cunt had poured a pool of pussy cum between her legs and through the cross onto the floor.
Tina did not believe that a woman could release so much pussy cum. This was going to be one special evening, she was sure.
"Feel good Helga?" she asked as she watched the girl labor for breath.
More out of breath from her violent orgasms than from the pain she had received.
"Oh yes Oberfuhrer, I feel so good. Thank you for whipping me. Please whip me again," she pleaded now.
"Whip you again?" Tina was surprised at Helga's request. She didn't think the girl had it in her.
"Yes," Helga groaned as another orgasm crashed through her.
"Yes Oberfuhrer. Please! May I have another whipping?" she pleaded. Her eyes were glazed over in sexual abandon. She had cum at least ten times, and wanted to cum again.
"Yes. I will, whip you again," Tina finally answered her. "But not before I take a break."