Chapter 2

The Discipline of Palm Island

There was nothing casual about my initiation into the strangest captivity a girl could ever find. I was whipped almost into unconsciousness, so bad was the pain. I was far too weary for the motions of agony by the end and stood passively to hang from strapped wrists. There was a little time in which everything was a blur and the bite of the lash left me alone. I was kissed and kissed again but not released. When I again became aware of events around me, I found myself once more in Marjory's bedroom and unable to move from where I stood. I didn't much care because I was pretty sure I'd be chained or tied anyway whenever Marjory chose to release my hands from these straps. I simply stood and dreamed about the pain I'd suffered and what Marjory might do with me next. My mouth was still filled with Marjory's panties, the tight strap still cut at my lips, and my body burned with terrible aches. My bottom was on fire and my breasts throbbed and hurt. And there was a terrible ache in my pussy, terrible enough to make me wonder if I would ever gain pleasure from that part of me again. I was a sad little girl.

But the worst part was over, I told myself. And the promise came back to me and I knew it was right — I felt better! It was as though a load had been lifted from my shoulders and I was starting everything again fresh and clean and absolved of sin. I didn't find anything remarkable about this sensation because, no doubt, every girl ever punished felt that way when it was over. But what was remarkable for me was the rapidly diminishing pain of cane and whip. My fevered imagination had supposed the agony would last for days but it was gradually fading into a weary ache.

Walking might be painful but I didn't worry about that because I couldn't walk!

At that point I became aware that my loins were warm from more than just the whipping I had received there. Amazingly I recognized that my sex was responding as if I had been sexually teased, not tortured! I had read that the flesh of whipped maidens responded erotically even to the point of causing the girl to desire the same infliction again. I had dismissed the notion then and I dismissed it now. No doubt there was some explanation for the way I felt, but it was a pleasurable feeling about which I could certainly not complain. Still I found it strange that such pain could generate a sexual excitement.

I looked up at the wrists still firmly strapped and buckled and found myself admiring the neat and tidy strictures by which I was forced to stand with my hands held high. There was something artistic about the way my encircled wrists pulled my arms straight up. No doubt such nonsense was a sign of recovery. By the time Marjory showed up again, I was back to normal.

"What an idiot I was to forget the gag," she apologized. "But I'll bet it did you good to have it in your mouth all this time. Now you know what every girl tastes like. Here, I'll pull my panties out and put them in the wash." She unbuckled the strap and plucked the offensive cloth from my mouth. Then my bruised lips were kissed again and again, and my nakedness was hugged. Mischievous fingers roamed over my body, exploring erotic zones as well as whip marks. I gasped in a strange and unexpected pleasure at such touches. Finally she backed away to meet me eye to eye. "I'm sure you're wondering what happens next, darling. Did you enjoy being whipped?"

I did not answer her question, it seemed all together too silly. I suppose I could have been polite and said, "Yes, it was wonderful!" but that would have been even more silly. All I managed was to say, "I'm so tired, Marjory, can I get my arms back and sit down?"

"Of course you can, darling." Marjory held up a length of cord for my inspection. "I brought this especially to celebrate the occasion." She pressed the button on the wall until my wrists were lowered to the level of my eyes. A moment later they were free and the bar was up and out of sight. Marjory massaged my wrists briefly before turning me around and crossing those wrists. "This is the first time I've tied you darling," she said. "I'm very good at tying up girls, and I promise you'll never wiggle yourself out of any knot of mine. A nice length of cord is a pleasant change from handcuffs. I'm sure you'll agree."

I was turned and again kissed when my hands were secured. I blurted out a question, "Why did you do that horrible thing with your panties. I've read about it but it's not something you do to a girl you love, or even a friend. It's just plain horrible."

"You see, darling, it did you some good! It's gorgeously humiliating and you should have seen the look on your face! But enough of that. Besides, it's just part of your training." Marjory ran her fingertips gently over my caned skin. When I winced and gasped, she pointed out reasonably enough, "See, darling, it's a good thing you don't wear clothes. Your skin is very tender on your bottom and breasts. And in between your thighs ... Clothes would simply be another punishment. Come along and have lunch with Allie and me. You can sit at her side and she'll feed you. I'm leaving your hands the way you are. You don't know it but you're really too adorable for words."

I had been right about the walking, it rippled my skin to make it hurt, especially between my legs. When Marjory motioned me to a chair at the table, I gasped out an embarrassed, "But I can't possibly sit down!"

"Yes, you can, dear. In fact, I insist on it. Push her down, Allie, and let's have no nonsense about it."

There was a flat fire and then a slow burn with I handled with only a moan or two because I was finding an ally in the lovely heat beginning in my secret place, a heat with power to counter pain and leave me feeling good. Also pretty humble. I had never been whipped before and so presumed it was all a part of what had been done to me. Rejecting the idea of asking Marjory if this was always the case when girls were punished, I kept quiet.

I was told that after lunch Allie would get me started on a holiday afternoon. I was being given the freedom of Palm Island and could roam where ever I chose or sleep. "It's a reward for good behavior," Marjory explained. "You put on the most marvelous display while I was whipping you, and you stayed away from hysterics and threats. You're a most definite asset in my group of girls. Run along, but be sure to be back before dinner."

With Allie's fingers on my arm, I was guided out into the sunlight to a small tool shed which proved to contain what Allie lovingly described as "girlish restraints." She carefully selected a pair of anklets joined by a great many links of chain. The whole thing was heavy and might have been ominous had it not been so expensively made. I stood still for Allie to fit them on my ankles where they fitted like a glove. Laughingly, I kicked one foot to behold a swirl of sliver links which sang a metallic tune. In puzzlement at the length of chain, I asked the reason.

"Because it looks good, darling," Allie assured me in perfect seriousness. "Every time you take a step the chain will do a sort of dance to tell you how proud it is to hobble such pretty feet."

"You're just making that up."

"But it's true, dear. Why don't you go for a trial run?"

"I can't possibly run. I'll trip on my face." I took a few cautious steps and realized someone had spent a lot of money to insure my feet being hobbled. Returning in anxious caution, I pointed out, "But Allie, if I trip and fall I'm going to hurt myself. Please give me back my hands so I can fall and not hurt anything."

My teenage jailer considered my request. "I suppose you're right, darling. I'm not suppose to untie any of Marjory's knots but we don't want you hurt and we do want you to have an enjoyable walk. You've become a part of Palm Island and you ought to have a look at it. Turn around."

Even the simple act of turning around produced the metallic response. But I didn't care, I was going to have my hands again for the rest of the day. With Allie holding the discarded cord and laughing at my enthusiasm, I massaged my wrists and said far too many thank you's. I then was told to run along.

It was the strangest feeling. As I walked across the grass, I tripped and fell a couple of times but freed hands saved me. Each time when I looked back, Allie was still watching. We waved in a sort of reassurance until the trees hide me from sight. There were several paths but I chose the one that Allie had used to lead me from the beach. I wanted to see the cage and also find out if my dingy was where I'd left it. Since the path was smooth I made good time, developing a technique in which I stumbled less and less. Often I kicked out at the shinning links to see them swirl and hear their response. I was beginning to enjoy myself.

The cage was empty and that was a disappointment. I had looked forward to chatting with the girls without authority present. I felt sure they had things to tell me that Allie would keep silent about. I was not a bit sure about this halcyon island fantasy. Somewhere, unseen, were forces and powers to effect my life. Perhaps I was just being trained so I could be sold to some middle east brothel. Or they never intend to let me go. A lifetime sentence, and I didn't even do any crime other than to tell Rankin I didn't want to jump into bed with him. Knowing nothing about anything, I easily conceived any possibility. In the meantime I was a naked girl with chained feet learning how to walk.

The cage was irresistible. I clinked my way to the door and found the bars unlocked. Cautiously I swung it wide so I could step inside a place I saw as a prison but which these islanders apparently saw as an amusing pause for girl talk. I spurred my chain to its very best effort as I progressed slowly to savor whatever aura captive girls might have left behind. A walk around the edges of the cage took a fair amount of time as the cage was larger than it looked. I found only a torn nylon and a batter shoe to show any human had ever been in here. The door was still opened when I returned to it. I clinked out of it, turned around, and wondered what girlish hopes had been shattered against those iron bars.

I had to walk half way to the beach before feeling better. The dingy was still there but it had been pulled way up, beyond the highest tide, and was basking in the sun as if waiting for my return. Giggling over the handicap of chained feet, I managed to get back in and sit as I had sat during my terrible trip. On this occasion I did not even notice the pain of sitting down.

The heat was still there, a comforting warmth in which I viewed my shackled feet, my dingy, and the island in a glow of benevolent tolerance. It was warm in the sun, and I soon slipped sideways into sleep.

I don't think it was more than an hour when I awoke. Nothing had changed so I sat a while longer to dream my dreams, which were mostly a song of thankfulness over not becoming a lunch for sharks. I swung my feet over the side and continued my exploration up the beach. Strangely, I had become a very happy girl.

I found a path and then another. Without them I could not have penetrated the forest for my chain would have been constantly snagged to make me helpless. As it was I picked the third path and kicked my links down the dirty path. I felt like singing.

Marjory's grandpa much have had a Thing about cages. This one was much, much smaller and held a naked girl who clutched its bars with chained hands to watch with astonishment my approach. When I was close enough she said as though talking about the weather, "I'm Natalie. I was there when you were whipped this morning. Remember me?"

I remembered well. She was a dark and flashing eyed beauty, fully up to the best standards of Palm Island. I showed her my whipped skin but she wasn't all that interested because she had seen whipped skin before. In fact, she turned around so I could see the fading wounds on her own back and bottom. "What you're looking at isn't an initiation, Celie, dear," she explained without concern. "I wrinkled my nose at Marjory when, she wasn't looking and what you see now is what I got for it. Please be careful. But those marks you've got are gorgeous, and I do envy you that first time. Didn't you find it wonderful?"

"No, I didn't. It was too awful to even talk about. Natalie,

"You'll find it a lot easier to take next time," she said casually. "Sometimes I've wanted it so badly I've provoked darling Marjory into having me whipped. It's the most wonderful aphrodisiac in the world. Don't tell me you're not horny?"

"I certainly am not and I'd do anything to keep from being whipped again. That horny thing you're talking about is simply because you want a man." Slyly, I added, "Doesn't George or the gardener pick you for their favors once in a while?"

"Hell, no! Those bastards have got a thing about a couple of the girls, those are all they use. A couple of us girls complained to Marjory about it but she says it's simply the luck of the draw and surely we're old enough to know how to play with each other."

I might have said the same thing because here was a beautiful creature who, if she raised no spark in the local men, would certainly do so in a girl. I was beginning to have suspicions about Marjory but did not say so. Instead I asked, "How long have you been here on Palm Island?"

"Oh, I've forgotten. Probably three or four years. I've been whipped more times than I can remember. It's a lovely place and I wouldn't leave it for the whole world."

"Isn't that a contradiction?"

"I suppose it is," Natalie said without concern.

"This place turns everything upside down. I've got so I simply love being inside this cage and wearing these handcuffs. Has it got to you yet?"

"Don't be silly! No girl loves something like that."

"Well, I do. I expect what you really need is to be whipped again. Don't worry, you'll get it sooner or later."

I would not get answers from Natalie. I did, however, have a terrible feeling that I was looking at myself in time to come. Hopefully, I inquired, "Can I let you out of that cage? Is there a key around?"

"Of course not. There's never a key when you want it. And if you let me out, I don't know what I'd do then except come back inside and slam the door. Marjory takes a dim view of girls who manage to escape any situation she puts us in. I'm pretty sure I'm here for the day so don't think you have to stay around on my account. I'm not the sad and solitary prisoner you seem to think me. If you keep on up this path you'll find one or two other things of interest. Run along, darling."

I could not begin to understand her satisfaction in being handcuffed and caged but that was her affair, and I resumed my exploration of the path, feeling pleased and self-satisfied over heated loins and Natalie's suggestion about feeling horny. If this was being horny, I was all for it. But strangely, I had no desire for a man. The last thing I wanted was George to chose me to penetrate. Thinking back to what I knew of male equipment, I felt only disgust. And I was still not certain my recently whipped sex would function without pain during normal sex.

This one was tied on what appeared to be a sacrificial rock but which was actually a simple product of some natural process into which had been driven a number of ringbolts to enable to girl to be bound on the hard, rough surface in a dozen different ways. This one was nakedly spread with her arms above her head and special attention given to the binding of her feet far apart, which left her legs wide spread. Additional ropes were tied to her knees to spread them wide, leaving her private sex wide open and exposed. It was a pretty little mound of which its owner was obviously proud, because her first words left me thinking she was insane, "Do you like my cunt, darling? Most people would do things with it but I've been tied like this ever since you were whipped this morning and no one's passed by. Would you like to untie me, I'm terribly bored."

At least it was a change. I recognized her as one more of the girls who had witnessed my shame. She said her name was Gloria and she loved being played with. It came as something of a sock to realize I had free hands and was able to do as she asked. But I was cautious enough to demand, "I'd love to untie you, Gloria, but is it allowed? I mean, what would happen to us then?"

"Don't be so fussy. We'd both be whipped, of course."

"I was whipped this morning, I don't want to be whipped again."

"Well, I do. If you look, you won't find a mark on my skin anywhere. I haven't been whipped in the longest time. And those silly men chose Janet and Elsie to screw after they got a hard-on after watching you get whipped. I expect you saw Natalie in her cage, and you see me here like this. We weren't chosen. Please let me loose so I'll earn a punishment."

"But I'd be punished, too!"

"Yes, I expect that's true. Would you mind?" Here I was again back at the unexplainable. Here were gorgeous girls who all appeared mentally deviant the way a friend of mine used to describe as "not having all their marbles." My first impulse was to tear at the knots which held this beautiful girl spread-eagled on the rock, but I fought it. It was not my fault if she felt erotically arouse. And what I had learned of Palm Island so far left me thinking that she should stay tied. The prospect of she and I being whipped together if I let her loose was something I did not have the courage to face. I told Gloria this, then turned and continued on my way so that I would not have to argue the impossible with her. She called after me, "You'll be sorry, darling. One day you'll want the whip as bad as me."

I simply shrugged and did not look back. I felt a bitch and did not enjoy the forest as much as I should have. My mind was filled with the girls and the shocking situations they found themselves in. And how they seemed to like those terrible situations. I was defeated in my wish to help. It appeared that no one on Palm Island needed help except me. And my walk, even with chained feet, had done me good. The exercise had made my wounds feel better. I could do nothing about the warmth in my loins. And when I found myself thinking of the attentions of George and Hank, I angrily expelled such notions from my mind. Seeing my fellow captives as brainwashed from being on Palm Island far too long. They were more than prey to Marjory's smile. But I had fallen victim to Marjory myself, so who was I to preach?

Elsie was sitting naked on the grass. Beside her was a sizable iron ball with a chain running from it to the shackle on her ankle. She stood up and greeted me with laughter. "Look at the fix they've got me in, Celie," she said as if exhibiting something of great value. "This damned ball weighs eighty pounds, and the key to the shackle is a mile back down the road. I'm supposed to push or carry this damned ball that far in order to get loose. If I'm still attached to it at five o'clock, I get whipped." She paused. "It's so nice to get to know you. I was present when you got whipped this morning. I must say you put on a marvelous performance. I suppose that was your first time?"

"And I hope my last," I retorted bitterly. "I've never known such awful pain in all my life." I paused to look at the massive hunk of iron. "But, Elsie, if you've got to move that ball that far, shouldn't you get going? You'll never do it sitting down."

"I moved it about ten feet and decided that was plenty. I decided I'd rather be whipped. That's why I was sitting down."

"But being whipped is terrible punishment. Look, if I give you a hand, can the two of us work it down the path?"

"That's sweet of you, Celie. But the chain is far too short and there's no way I want to try picking it up. At the best I'd probably get half way and then be whipped anyway. Let's sit down and talk about something else."

I went to where Elsie stood and bent down to her ball. I got the best grip I could but the iron ball defeated my efforts to lift it. I took a deep breath and tried again, this time getting it two or three inches off the ground.

"They told me it weighed eighty pounds," she said, "for all I care it could weigh a ton. They're laughing at us."

I turned my attention to the chain and the heavy band of steel around Elsie slim ankle. Everything was solid and fit perfectly. The keyhole in the shackle laughed up at me. Cautiously I lowered my injured seat to the grass.

"If you can't get your feet free, how would you expect to get this off me?" she asked reasonably. "But they're terribly attractive on a girl's ankle, don't you think. Marjory must have spent a fortunate to make us pretty."

I looked at her but she was serious. She added, "I haven't been whipped for about ten days. I expect you've seen the last of my marks." She giggled. "I'm looking forward to it."

Here we went again! "You have to be kidding," I protested. "No girl can possibly want to be hurt the way I was this morning!" I paused to give her another look. "But you're absolutely right about these ankle chains, they're beautiful in their own way. If we ever escaped from this island, we could start a new trend."

"We can't escape, no girl ever has. I don't want to anymore, I know when I'm well off. And it will be the same with you if you give it time. Palm Island is beautiful and the things they do to us are cute. It's a good thing us girls have got George and Hank to help us out because everything Marjory or that younger sister of hers does makes us girls horny as all get out. You wait awhile, darling, and you'll be rubbing up against those two middle aged old farts, yourself."

I had to laugh. Elsie was dry with the joke always on herself. Slyly, I interjected, "I hear those two only favor you and Janet. What you get, the other girls don't."

"We're simply nice to the old boys and laugh at their jokes. And we ask their advice on how to be good girls. It's the oldest female trick in the world. I'm surprised Gloria and Natalie haven't caught on. I'd put them wise about how to act but Janet and I don't want to share the wealth. Hank and George aren't as young as they used to be. They're pretty good, but at their best men are pretty limited. By the way, if you want to watch me whipped this evening, I'm sure Marjory will let you. She's terribly sweet."

Here it was again, a jumble of reactions I could scarcely understand. I could almost laugh about George and Hank but there was nothing laughable about whips and canes. Meeting impossible head on, I demanded, "You can't possibly be telling the truth when you talk about your enjoyment in being whipped. I don't believe you want to be whipped this evening any more than I do. I can understand your giving up the battle with this iron ball, that makes sense. But I'd be in a dither of apprehension if I were in your shoes."

"If you were in my shackle," she corrected. "Look, I know you can't really understand the attitude us girls have towards punishment. But you're new and you'll pick it up as you go along. I'm sure your feet aren't chained as a punishment, it's just another of Marjory's cute ideas. But I'll bet you don't feel half as bad about it as you would have out back in the world you came from."

"Well ... Maybe not. But everything is so different. Have you and the others reconciled yourselves to being prisoners her for life?"

"Of course we have, silly! It's a perpetual holiday. The only black cloud on our horizon is when Marjory sells one of us. The girl simply disappears and that's the last we see of her. But she's always replaced by another, just like you!"

"You mean Marjory actually sells girls? Wouldn't that make her a slave trader?" I shivered at the thought.

"I suppose there are many names you could use. But every once in a while a man will show up and we'll be paraded for his inspection. What you have to play for is to be Marjory's favorite. That girl never has to stand in line." Elsie giggled. "We're always hoping young Allie will absent-mindedly get in the line up some time and get herself sold. It's just a pleasant little fantasy because Allie's a real sweet kid. Have you decided to come and watch me get whipped?"

"You seem to want me to, so I'll ask Marjory's permission."

"You do that, darling. I hope I can kick the way you did. But I'm sure I'll put on a pretty good show. Look, isn't it time you were headed back? I don't suppose you'll break any speed records the way you're fixed."

I raised Elsie's shackled ankle to my lips and kissed it in some sort of emotion I can't explain. But it seemed pleasant to my companion for when we lightly kissed as girls do, we had nothing more to say. When I looked back at the end of a hundred yards, she was still sitting there and gave me a wave. My links swirled as I resumed my march.

Allie freed my ironed ankles, but first took the precaution of handcuffing my wrists. I was thus robbed of that wonderful moment of complete freedom from rope or chain. She did it in the manner one used to keeping girls from having such minor freedom. "I'll give you a bath, darling, and then it will be dinner time. I suppose you've met all the girls, what do you think of them?"

"They're all crazy! They seem to like the horrible way they're treated."

"Of course they do, Celie. I like it, Marjory likes it. They know how lucky they are to be ... Chosen."

"Don't you mean kidnapped?"

"That's an awful word, Celie. Would you tell someone you'd been kidnapped?"

"Was I really kidnapped? It seemed to me I was sort of collected on the beach."

"You were already handcuffed, Celie dear, so it made everything so easy. When a girl is handcuffed the way you were, it's a sort of introduction, as though you'd arrived with good references. See what I mean?"

I could see what she meant but refrained from getting myself in another tangle of attitudes. I had to admit I could become addicted to Allie giving me a bath. It was a delightful pleasure which no one could really criticize. True, she soaped my pussy much more than necessary, but that felt good. But girls are inclined to do that to each other anyplace. Her attentions added to the fire I already carried deep inside, but I refused to consider it or mention it. I simply went along with this bubbly young thing to join Marjory in the dining room where, over a cocktail, I was made to recount my adventures of the afternoon. I was assured I did remarkably well to cover such a distance with ironed feet. As usual, everything was as jolly as all get out.

Everything was rich and pleasant and luxurious, which tended to make me forget the handcuffs and recall the captive girl's opinion that we never had it so good. As far as I knew I wasn't going to be punished for anything so I could just be an honored guest. I worked hard at it until I remembered the girl who would be whipped that evening. Timidly, I asked, "May I please be present when Elsie is punished later this evening? She seemed to want me there to watch."

"And what are you going to watch, dear?"

"She's going to be whipped, isn't she? That's what she expects."

"Does she now! I think we'd better give that young lady a surprise. She's all together too fond of corporal punishment. If I remember, she was whipped about ten days ago." Marjory gave me a shrew glance. "Remember, dear, it can become addictive. I don't suppose you believe that now but you will. Sure you can watch Elsie's punishment, but you'll find it a bore. Come along, we'll have coffee in the lounge."

"Did I say something I shouldn't?" I asked after Allie had given us our cups. "I mean I wouldn't want to get Elsie into trouble. She seemed a nice girl, I liked her."

"Do I detect a hint of disapproval?"

"Oh, no!" I should keep my mouth shut about these things.

"Well ... Let's forget it until it's time to go downstairs. In the meantime, you can tell us about your life on Rankin's yacht."

"There isn't much to tell. He took away my clothes in front of all his other guests. I struggled but it did no good. Then to make me more easily accessible, he put those handcuffs on my wrists behind my back the way you found me. When I kicked a couple of his friends in a place where it hurts a man, that's when he dumped me in the dingy and cast me adrift. When I was invited for a cruise, I didn't expect that he would try to turn me into the main attraction at a gang bang."

"Were you the only loose girl he had on board?"

"There were half a dozen who didn't have escorts and most weren't any happier than I. Probably they're floating around in dinghies across the Pacific. I'm sure Rankin had enough handcuffs to secure an army of girls." I cocked a questioning eye. "I sort of had the feeling Rankin knew where he was sending me. Isn't there some sort of current that's predictable?"

"Darling, I'm the one who asks the questions. Your story sounds about par for the course. And now, since you're so interested, I'll ask Allie to take you to where Elsie gets her big surprise. Run along, darlings."

This time it was not a bedroom. A highly amused young woman led me down a flight of stairs and a long corridor with doors on each side. Allie took me to one door and opened it. Inside was a pleasant room with high windows providing some fading sunlight to help remove the taint of being below ground. The room contained nothing except a girl and a box. The girl was Elsie and her hands had been tied behind her back. Her presence appeared voluntary for I saw no chain by which she was compelled to stand. She was obviously pleased to see us but her greeting was loaded with apprehension. For me it was a simple "Hi, pussycat," but for Allie it was an urgent plea, "Darling, please whip me. Don't punishment me some other way."

"Why do you want to be whipped, Elsie, as if I didn't know."

"You don't have to be kind about it, Allie. Or doesn't she wish to bother with it?"

"She knows how much you adore being whipped, Elsie dear, so this time you'll get punished another way."

Elsie let out with a wail of despair. "When I was told to come to this room, I knew you'd lock me in this lousy box. But, Allie, darling, can't you persuade Marjory to give me twice as many strips with the whip? I'll go crazy in that box."

The box didn't seem all that bad to me, I would certainly have chosen it in preference to being whipped. But I was seeing only half of the picture. Poor Elsie was quite frantic and was tearing at bound wrists as though her life depended upon getting them apart. "I don't mind that lousy box so much," she demanded of Allie, "but it's what you put inside there with me. What's it going to be this time?"

I gathered that Elsie was prone to punishment. She had seen everything before and it was now a case of trying to cut her loses. I do not know if it was fear or a belief she could soften Allie's heart that now drove her to her knees as a pitiful prisoner begging for mercy. Kneeling there, the made one of the prettiest pictures of a girl I have ever seen. Her voice throbbed with pain. "I'll go crazy, honest I will. Please whip me instead. I know I get a charge out of being whipped, but it lasts less than ten strokes and after that I'm hurting the same as anyone else. Please ... !"

It was hard to realize that Allie, who was stripped naked and handcuffed the same as the rest of us, should hold so much power in her hands. But she lifted up the lid of the massive crate to demand, "Get in here, Elsie, and stop your beefing! You know perfectly well you earned a punishment, so why complain about getting it. Get inside!"

Poor Elsie looked at Allie then at me, but there was nothing I could do but stand and watch as she sat on the edge of the box to swing her legs up and over the side so she could stand within. All the time her hands wiggled and strained at the ropes holding them. "I don't mind being shut inside this box," she told us. "But I know you're going to put something in there with me. What is it?"

"You're being given a choice, darling." Allie was enjoying her position of power. "We've got a box full of those big ants. We've also got several mice. Or you can have that cute little dog the cook keeps for a pet. But, of course, we all know what a little doggie does to a girl whose legs are tied wide apart. Does anything appeal to you?"

"The dog," Elsie said decisively. "I'll take the dog. I don't want ants and mice up my puss. I don't want that dog, either. I think you're being terribly mean." Then she added, "Can I have my hands free?"

"Don't be silly, of course you can't. Now sit down and let me do the straps. This isn't your first time, you know what to do."

She sat down to allow Allie to move a portion of the top separate from the lid. The result was a flushed and anxious face above a neck locked firmly by two boards with a hole cut in the middle. Her hands were already behind her back so I realized how helpless she was going to be. But Allie raised each ankle and strapped it high up on the side of the box so that Elsie's sex was wide open and staring at us. "If that damned dog bits my pussy off, it's going to be all your fault," Elsie stated bitterly. "I think you and Marjory are being terribly mean to me." After a second she added, obviously with little hope, "Are you sure you wouldn't rather whip me?"

Allie was unfailingly cheerful. I could tell this was a task she had done many times before. "If you keep on asking to be whipped, darling, I'll be glad to whip you after you've had the box punishment. But it won't be simply those ten strokes you get such a charge out of. I'd say about thirty stripes would be about right ...? And some of them up between your legs ...? Would you like that, dear?"

Elsie simply sniffed and keep silent. While Allie went to fetch the dog, I asked in real concern, "Do this sort of thing happen very often? I mean, this sort of punishment?"

"It wouldn't be happening now if I'd had a lick of sense," Elsie admitted sadly. "I expect I would have hauled that damned ball back to the key if I'd really tried. But being whipped isn't all that bad a punishment for me and I hadn't expected this. I'm going to hard every minute I'm fastened in here, and Fido's snout and tongue working over my pussy. That dog's been trained, you know, to go right for a girl's cunt and lick it until she's ready to scream. Marjory's cute, she knows what girls don't like."

The dog was a friendly terrier and, judging by his waging tail and the way he ran around and around the box, I felt pretty sure he'd kept other girls company. He knew what was going to happen. Allie dropped him in the box and closed and locked the lid. Elsie's punishment had begun.

"You said you wanted to watch Elsie's punishment, and here you are. Stick around as long as you like, I can't be bothered so I'll go back upstairs. I expect you'll want to be a real heroine and get your hands loose so you can get Elsie out of there. But I'll put a stop to those notions right now. Come here, Celie, while I put your hands behind your back. It's by far the best place for them."

The exchange was swift, there wasn't much I could do. In the space of a minute I was alone in the big room and the box containing a naked and obscenely spread girl. Angrily I tugged at the handcuffs which made me helpless but, as usual, they were far too tight and I was now veteran enough in captivity not to chafe my wrists needlessly. What I was most interested in was Elsie's flushed features as her head swung this way and that in rebellion against her confinement. It didn't take much imagination to know what was taking place inside the box.

"The little son of a bitch has had be like this before," Elsie said in between gasps. "He's damned clever, and if you stay here and watch, you'll see me have about fifteen orgasms in a row."

"But does he hurt you?"

"Sometimes he bites a little. But he doesn't hurt in the way you're thinking. Gosh, Celie, I wish I'd worked at the damned ball. Ohhhh!"

"I did offer to help."

"Oh, sure, but I was expecting to be whipped. It just goes to show a girl shouldn't be too certain of anything on this damned island. Ohhhh! God, that's terrible and wonderful at the same time!"

"Can't you get your hands loose? If you could, you could just push the dog away." I knew it was a sorry effort but it was all I could do.

"Don't make me laugh. No girl on the island has ever worked her hands loose. Or her feet, or her neck, or anything else. You ought to know that by now. Oh, damn, I don't think this lousy dog every stops for breath. I'm wide open and I can't do a thing about it."

The box and what was inside was not conducive to conversation. I knew myself watching in anxiety as Elsie's face mirrored what was taking place below. I watched her blossom into one orgasm and then another. As though anxious to keep me informed, she gasped the outrageous details as to what Fido was doing. Elsie was not short on communication, nor was she unwilling to use the most graphic terms. "I'd be enjoying this if it wasn't such a shaming act." She paused for a few moments to close her eyes and arch her head backward as far as it would go. I think it was orgasm number three. I could just imagine her trying to arch her body inside it's confinement as the strong emotion swept over her nerves. "Look, Celie," she finally gasped out, "if you ever draw this punishment, maybe you should decide on the mice or the ants. What I mean is, a couple of orgasms is wonderful but when it goes on and one I start to curl up inside and there's not a thing I can do about it. This is one time I really wish I could close my legs."

I wondered how much sympathy I should offer. Elsie was probably always in trouble. Had I been in her place, I would have chosen Fido against the whip. A small, perverted part of my mind whispered that such a punishment might be considered no punishment at all! That small part wondered how this helpless girl must be feeling and even went so far as to wonder when I might find my body held helpless open for Fido's attention.

When I made a modest query, she retorted in a gasping voice, "This is only the second time Fido's had me. I haven't got used to this. Maybe I never will. I don't think a girl could ever get used to this. Ohhhh! Maybe you should go away, Celie. I'm embarrassed to be doing this in front of you. Gosh!"

The last word marked the beginning of orgasm number four. I was amazed that she could be reaching orgasms so fast. And that little, nasty part of my mind wondered if I could do that, too!

A time later she returned to his world. "Stay if you want," she gasped out, "but I'll behave shamefully."

Feeling equally shamed and disloyal, I tiptoed from the room.