Chapter 5
Tina left Helga tied to the cross beam. She had whipped her soundly and was now tired from the exertion. She went left her, still tied to the horizontal cross, to contemplate her error. Beating a suspected enemy of the Order without her okay was a mistake Helga would learn never to make again.
It was still the most exciting thing she could do to another woman, but it took a lot of energy. She had four orgasms herself while whipping the hapless soldier, and was thoroughly sated. She relaxed on a couch in the day room, sipping a soft drink. She ran over the possibilities of Helga's next torture. Her pussy started to lubricate again.
"Oberfuhrer Flannery," a girl's voice broke her reverie.
"Yes?" Tina looked up from the couch.
The guard entered with two other female guards. The pair were handcuffed together, right wrist to left wrist. They had been hobbled by spreader bars at the knees. Tight ball gags filled their mouths. Their eyes were wide in terror.
"These two were fighting in the barracks, Oberfuhrer. I tried to break it up but as you can see, I got these scratches for my trouble." The guard pointed to her face and the deep welts that gouged her cheeks.
Tina looked at the pair, her eyes taking in their beauty from head to toe. There was no doubt in her mind that they were terrified.
Fighting was expressly forbidden. Guards who fought gave her prisoners reason to think that there was dissension in the Imperial Order. She would not tolerate it.
Tina wanted to get back to Helga, and now had her routine disrupted. This furthered her anger.
"So!" she said, getting up from the couch. "You two want to fight do you?"
The guards started shaking their heads wildly. They were sorry they had started fighting, and now were terrified of what the Oberfuhrer would do to them.
"You know that I will not tolerate this!" Tina hissed into their faces. "You will be dealt with in short order!"
"Gerry Ann!" she said, turning to the guard who brought them in. "Take them to the dildo chair!"
The girls started to tremble.
"Before placing them on the chairs, insert a maximum width butt plug in each of their asses. There punishment will be twenty four hours on the dildo chair!"
Gerry Ann took the girls by the leash that she had attached to their nipples and pulled the girls from the room. They almost tripped at the harsh tug, their hobbled knees shaking in fear.
The dildo chair was an ingenious torture devised by Tina. She had found out long ago that in dealing with females, giving them multiple orgasms until they passed out increased their docility. It was contrary with males. She withheld orgasms from male prisoners. Once they came, they seemed to get aggressive.
The dildo chair was a raised wooden platform with a device in the center of the seat to which dildos of various sizes could be attached. A prisoner was forced to sit on the dildo until their buttocks touched the chair.
In the case of females, Tina's standing instructions were to insert a butt plug in the prisoner's ass, and the dildo in her pussy. For males, the dildo was inserted into the man's rectum.
Twenty four hours on the dildo chair meant non stop orgasms for the prisoners. They would be reduced to a quivering mass of flesh after five hours. After twelve hours they would not know their own names. When twenty four hours had elapsed, the prisoners would be so weak from orgasming that they would pass out.
After they had survived the twenty four hour punishment, the prisoners would be severely whipped and chained in kennel boxes for twenty four hours. The punishments meted out by the Oberfuhrer usually had the desired effect. There were few repeat incidences of infractions of the rules after a session on the chair.
Tina could hear the two guards whimpering underneath their ball gags as Gerry Ann lead them down the hall.
Maybe she would peak in on them later. Watching two bound women squirming on the dildo chair always started her pussy racing.
She smiled and resumed her thoughts on what to do with Helga next.
After Doris and Mary Lou had made love, they bathed and powdered each others bodies. They crawled under the satin sheets of their bed and held each other softly.
As they drifted off to sleep in each others arms, they ran the list of possible names of girls on the team who would help them. They finally decided on three other girls who they thought were of just the right temperament to help them carry out their plans.
The next morning, they called the girls and invited them over for a chat. They didn't tell them on the telephone exactly what they wanted. They waited until the girls arrived at their house. The Imperial Order had too many undercover members to take a chance of spilling their plan on the telephone.
Doris and Mary Lou wanted to see each girl's reaction as they told them what they wanted their help with.
"Bitchin'," said Samantha. She was the team's net tender and the strongest on the team.
"I'll help!" said Betty, a demure member of the team who looked like she couldn't fight her way out of a paper bag.
Betty was chosen because of her inherent dislike for anyone and everyone. She had the sweetest country girl look about her. Well built, pretty and very feminine. Something in her upbringing, however, had put a very nasty, Sinister, sarcastic view of other people in her mind. She hated everyone and everybody.
Except her team mates. Betty loved a good trouncing on the Lacrosse field, and got in her share of shin kicks and knees in other girl's stomachs when the referees were no were in sight. She was perfect for this.
The third member the girls recruited was Darlene.
Darlene was, like the others, in fantastic shape and could play Lacrosse all day. She was their distance team member. If needed, she played throughout the whole game, taking only the time outs and breaks allotted for a regulation game.
Her stamina never ceased to amaze the other girls.
"The first thing we need to do," interjected Mary Lou above the buzz of conversation, "is to find out exactly who this cunt is!"
All eyes turned towards her.
"As you can see, Doris is going to be in pain for quite some time. Her eyes are still so swollen that it will be impossible for her to identify the girl, unless we help her narrow the field down."
The girls turned to Doris. Several of the girls gave her encouraging pats on her knee. She looked a mess.
"I think I have an idea how we might do this," Doris said as she took a deep breath.
She winced. Her ribs were still sore.
"Does anyone remember that blonde bitch that always stays to herself?"
She continued. "You know, her name is Helga Stern.
She always attends those whacko rallies that the Imperial Order puts on."
"Those nuts?" Samantha asked.
"I swear I've seen her talking to that Tim Flannery after the rallies. Maybe she has joined them. If so, that's the first place we can go look for her," Doris ventured.
"I wouldn't go near their headquarters with a ten foot pole," Betty said.
"Me neither," Darlene added.
"They are really on the far side of reality," Samantha spoke again.
"Well, you said you would help," Doris whined. "What's the matter, those jerks couldn't be that tough, could they?"
"Well, I heard that they have secret torture chambers," Betty said. "I've heard that they take gals they suspect of doing anything against them out to the woods and do all sorts of nasty things to them."
"Where did you hear that?" Darlene asked.
"Oh, you know. Things like that get around," Betty continued. She was having second thoughts now.
"Well, are we going to let one of those swastika bitches do this to our friend?" she said, turning her head towards Doris.
A chorus of 'no's' answered her.
"Well, let's start with finding out everything we can find out about her. What did you say her name was?" Mary Lou asked.
"Helga. Helga Stern. She's a pretty, well built blonde that is in my psych class," Doris answered.
After deciding that they had the culprit identified, the girl's Lacrosse team decided on what to do about it.
Several hours later, a plan was developed. "Last one in the spa is a lezzie bitch!" Mary Lou shouted as the group started to break up.
She was peeling her clothes off in a pile on the floor and her team mates followed her lead.
They were all shouting and giggling as they ran naked through the house and into the back yard. The planning session was over. It was now time for a little fun.
Darlene stuck her leg out as Samantha raced past. Crashing to the floor with a thud, Samantha got to her knees and turned to Darlene.
"Geezus Dar ... " she said as she pushed herself up. "Wanna do something about it?" Darlene smiled wickedly.
"Yeah, that hurt!" Samantha smarted from being tripped and was so worked up by the planning session she was spoiling for a fight right now.
SLAP ... !
Her hand lashed out and struck Darlene's face.
"Owwww ... you bitch!" Darlene shouted.
Samantha grabbed a hand full of Darlene's hair and pulled her to the floor.
"Let go of my hair!" Darlene yelled.
"Not till you apologize!" Samantha started.
"Apologize my ass ...
CRAAAAACK ... !
Darlene punched Samantha in the gut with all the force she could muster.
The breath whooshed out of the girl.
"Take this bitch!" she said as she followed the punch with another.
"Ooooooh ... ."
"And this!"
She cracked Samantha again, the force of the blow causing her to lose her grip in Darlene's hair.
Both hands came up now, her fingernails clawing for Darlene's face.
Darlene warded off the fingernails clawing for her and grabbed Samantha's wrist.
She bit down hard.
"OWWWWWWW ... !"
Her jaw tightened more.
"OWWWWWW ... LEGGO ... YOU'RE HURTING ME ... " Samantha screamed.
Her reflexes took over. She pulled Darlene's hair and yanked with all her might, pulling the girl's mouth off her arm.
She quickly grabbed for Darlene's throat and put her in a choke hold, pulling her backwards on top of her.
"Ooooooh, I'll give you an hour to stop!" Darlene hissed as she felt Samantha's breasts push into her back.
She was starting to get turned on.
"Here," Samantha said, let me make you feel good. Her hands went in front of the girl on top of her and cupped her breasts.
"Oooh, would you?" Darlene replied, squirming as she felt the other girl's hands squeeze her breasts.
She wanted those hands and fingers replaced by Samantha's lips and tongue.
Samantha's pussy tingled as she stroked the naked flesh on top of her. Her desire flamed to a roaring fire as she tweaked Darlene's nipples, rolling them between her thumb and forefingers.
Her cheeks flushed scarlet.
"Geezuz, I am really getting turned on!" Samantha breathed.
"Ooooh, I want to feel you some more darling," Samantha was kneading Darlene's breasts, feeling the response building in her friend.
Her hand moved to the girl's crotch and started to lightly rub her there, feeling her pussy start to juice. Her fingers were slowly moving in and out of the puffy lips, causing Darlene to squirm even more.
Darlene's need was building rapidly.
"OOOOH Samantha, I love that. Don't stop ... "Darlene cooed.
Samantha was panting now, her arousal reaching fever pitch as she continued to stroke her friends clit.
Darlene squirmed even more as her passion mounted. Her friend continued to caress her breasts, rolling her body over so she could suck on them.
Samantha opened her lips, palming one breast then sucking the hard nipple between her lips.
"OOOH Samantha, that feels good," Darlene could barely speak from the hot fire racing down from the suckling lips to her groin.
"Please, don't stop!"
Darlene surrendered to the need welling up inside of her. Her free hand shot down to Samantha's crotch as she gently spread the soft thighs with her hands, working the palm of her hand against the now very wet pussy.
"Kiss me ... " Darlene's open mouth whispered, as she lowered her mouth to the full soft lips. She awaited the sensuous touch of their lips, quivering as she closed her lips on the other girl's.
"Let me help you with these Darlene," Samantha panted as she pulled the other girl's panties down the gentle curve of Darlene's round hips. Her fingers left a trail of passion as she moved her hands down the other girl's soft legs.
"Oh Darlene ... " Samantha murmured against Darlene's stomach as she kissed her way down the girl's body.
Her head darted between Darlene's thighs as she eagerly pulled the girl's pussy to her face. She wrapped her arms around the squirming flesh, now moist with desire. She held Darlene's ass cheeks tightly as her mouth started to devour the hot wet cunt on her face. Her tongue slid in.
"OH! Samantha ... !"
Her tongue tasted the bitter sweet pussy juice now flowing freely on her face.
"OH GOD ... !!" Darlene squealed atop her body.
"OHH THAT FEELS SO GOOOOD ... !!" Darlene hissed as her thighs now wrapped tightly around Samantha's head.
Her calves beat a tattoo of pleasure on the floor. The other girl wrapped her calves around her back, trapping the girl's adoring face hard into her cunt.
"EAT ME SAMANTHA ... !"
"OH GOD ... !! EAT MY HOT WET PUSSY SAMANTHA ... !!"
She could feel an instant response of need as she mouthed the words, the tongue in her pussy was thrashing wildly. She could feel it curl deep inside of her slick walls, licking then pulling out, then pushing back in for more.
"OOOH DARLING YESSSS ... !!"
"EAT MY CUNT ... !!"
"CHEW ON MY CLIT ... AAAHHHHHH YESSSSSS ... !"
"EAT ME HARD MAKE ME COME!!"
The girl was pressing her face into Darlene's pussy until her cheeks were crushed against her buttocks. She could feel the pussy juice running down her thighs, over her cheeks. She turned her face to lick the tender flesh of Darlene's upper thighs, swallowing every drop of cunt juice she could lick.
"PUSH YOUR TONGUE ALL THE WAY IN NOW!"
"OOOOHHHH!!!"
"YESSSSSSSS ... !"
Darlene's ecstatic cries of pleasure excited Samantha and drove her on even more. Her head bobbed up and down now on the bucking wet slit sealed against her face.
She buried her nose in Darlene's pubic hair, inhaling sharply, the bitter scent of her pussy burning into her senses.
"MMMMFFFFF!!!" Samantha's slurping voice was muffled by Darlene's pussy.
She was eating Darlene's cunt with the hunger of a starved woman.
"MMMMMFFFFFF!!!!" she shouted again into the sopping mass glued to her face.
She kept on tonguing and licking the slick puffy lips that oozed the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted. Samantha loved pussy cream. She could not get enough.
"OOOOH SAMANTHA! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM ... !" Darlene shrieked, her thighs beating wildly now.
"OOOH SAMANTHA, YESSS ... I'M CUMMING DARLING ... EAT ME ... !"
Samantha renewed her licking with vigor now, excited by the knowledge that her face and tongue was going to make Darlene cum.
"EAT MY PUSSY ... !!"
"FUCK ME WITH THAT GLORIOUS TONGUE OF YOURS DARLING! YESSS ... EAT MY SLIT ... !! OH YESS I LOVE IT ON YOUR FACE ... !"
A shudder started to convulse Darlene's body as she bucked wildly against Samantha's face. She could feel her orgasm building deep in her hips. It spread to her stomach and traveled quickly to the farthest recesses of her vagina. It roared forth into her pussy lips, depositing a gallon of fresh pussy cream into the greedily lapping tongue and mouth making the sweetest love to her pussy.
Samantha continued to eat Darlene's pussy, slowly, lovingly, kissing the lips, then tonguing her softly. Darlene had orgasm after orgasm until she lost count. She was thoroughly drained. Her pussy lips were burning from Samantha's voracious lips.
Lips that were now sucking on her distended clit.
"OH GOD ... ! ENOUGH ... PLEASE ... I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE," Darlene panted breathlessly as she rolled her thighs over and gently held the other girl's face in her hands.
"GOD YOU'RE TERRIFIC ... ! I ... HAVEN'T FELT ... AN ORGASM LIKE THIS ... IN AGES ... " she was out of breath now.
"THANK YOU DARLING ... OH ... THANK. YOU ... !" she continued as she went limp with exhaustion.
The two girls held each other tenderly, exchanging soft kisses, murmuring endearments, gently stroking each others breasts.
The laughter and chatter from the spa outside the door told them the other girls were having as much fun as they had just had.
The task to find Helga and repay her for what she did to Doris was not lost on them, however. Samantha and Darlene got up to join the others in the hot tub.
"Let's tie her up and pull her tits off," Betty said as she let the hot foaming water caress her body.
"Naw, that's too good for that bitch," Mary Lou said as she held Doris close. Her hands worked slowly over Doris's still bruised flesh.
"Oooooh, Mary Lou, that feels so good," Doris breathed.
"Just relax darling. We'll get a good pay back for you," Mary Lou whispered as she kneaded Doris's thighs.
Doris opened her thighs to allow Mary Lou's hand access to her cunt. She laid back dreamily as Mary Lou fingered her slit, relaxing her even more.
"What if we tie her up and whip the shit out of her, would that make an impression," Samantha asked, stepping into the tub with Darlene.
The two girls held each other's hands as they carefully lowered themselves into the frothing hot water.
"Whipping is too good for someone who did this to Doris," Mary Lou said.
"Maybe," she continued, "Maybe a whole sack full of clothespins on her body would be appropriate. I would love to see her escape the pinching and biting those little devils do."
"Yeah!" someone squealed.
"About ten on each pussy lip. Then one right on her clit!" she continued her thoughts.
"Oh yes," Darlene said. "That would give her something to think about."
"Then we'll whip her!" Mary Lou said.
"Can I get her tool" Doris asked, her thighs now squeezing Mary Lou's hand between them.
"You bet you can baby," she replied, turning to Doris, her mouth open to kiss her. "In fact, you can have first crack at her!"
They kissed passionately, their tongues intertwining, soft moans of desire escaping their lips.
"You're sooooo good to me," Doris said dreamily as she turned her face up to Mary Lou. She kissed her tenderly, then laid back to let the healing waters course over her body.
At the Imperial Order's stockade, Helga was silently awaiting the return of Tina. After Tina had left her, a guard came in and removed Tina's cum soaked panties from Helga's mouth.
She replaced them with a penis gag, buckling it tightly around Helga's head. The thick phallus shaped gag was forced deep into Helga's mouth, filling it completely. Then she pulled a tight leather discipline helmet over the bound girl's head, shutting off all sight, sound and smell.
Except the smell of leather.
Helga remained in a state of arousal all the while that Tina was gone. She didn't think her senses could take another minute. Her body craved the torments that Tina was administering. She hoped that the Oberfuhrer would soon return. Her pussy burned with desire to cum again. She was very wet.
She wasn't disappointed.
The sound of high heels clicked in the hallway outside of cell block A.
"Ah, I see you are laced up very tight my liebchen," Tina said as she looked at the leather discipline helmet on Helga's head. She knew that Helga couldn't hear her. It would make things much more exciting. The bound girl would not be able to anticipate anything.
Not a touch.
Not a kiss.
Not a word.
Not a single thing.
Tina walked over to her and touched her thigh. Helga's body shuddered in response. She had been lost in the cocoon of leather and didn't know that anyone was in the room. The touch was totally unexpected.
SLAP ... !
CRAACK ... !
Tina delivered two sharp stinging blows to the insides of Helga's thighs. She loved the way her palm prints immediately welled up on the creamy flesh.
She unfastened the discipline helmet and peeled it from Helga's face. She decided to leave the penis gag in the girl's mouth.
"Ah, enjoying your sentence?" she asked.
Helga nodded her head.
"Good. Let's continue," Tina said reaching down to twist the bound girl's nipples.
"Unnnnhhh ... . " an agonized moan escaped Helga's lips as Tina kept up the pressure.
"I've got just the thing for you," Tina said releasing her nipples and slapping each breast hard.
Helga jerked at the pain.
Tina walked over to her implement wall and selected a large rack of pinch clothes pins.
"Let's get you prepared," she said walking back, shaking the wooden devices.
The sound sent a chill through Helga. She knew the pain those little spring loaded pieces of wood would cause. She just hoped that Tina would not put one in any really sensitive areas of her body.
She hoped in vain.
Tina looked down at Helga and decided a different position was in order. The Imperial Order would train this girl well in torture. Might as well give her the full treatment.
She unfastened the straps holding Helga to the cross and helped her to stand up.
The girl's knees were shaky. She had been on her back for a long time. She felt lightheaded as Tina helped her into the sitting position, and almost fell over when she was helped to her feet.
"Come along Helga," Tina said, "to the punishment table."
"Yavohl, mein Oberfuhrer," Helga responded immediately. As worn out as she was from the punishment she had already undergone, she knew that anything less than the correct response would add even more to her ordeal.
Tina walked the girl over to a padded bench and laid her down on her back. At one end were small leather straps through which she slipped Helga's wrists. She buckled them tightly.
At the other end of the bench, were two wooden poles. Half way up the poles were two more leather straps. Tina took first one leg and slipped Helga's ankle into a strap. Then the other. She was now on her back with her wrists bound to either side of the bench over her head. Her thighs were raised and open wide. Her feet were securely strapped onto the poles.
She tried to move against her bonds, but could only twitch. Tina had securely fastened her.
She felt her pussy lips open from the stretched position and the cool damp air washed over it. Cunt juice started to flow down her crack.
"Yes indeed," Tina said, looking into the gaping V of Helga's crotch. "I think I'll put the first clothespin right here!"