Chapter 10
THE WHIPPING POST
Her tightly bandaged eyes told Glynis Woodhaye nothing. She might suspect the journey from the schoolroom to the cell simulated. But she could not be sure. If it was simulated it was cleverly done. A good deal of time passed between the cuts of Dick Atwood's cane and whip until the metallic clang of the cell door. Desperately, her fingers reached for her blindfold. It was surprising how difficult some things were when handcuffed.
Glynis did not at first associate the naked girl on the cell floor as anyone she knew. The girl was handcuffed too.
She was sobbing quietly into the crook of her prisoned arm. She had not bothered to raise her head. A second set of shining chrome joined her feet. Her ankles were slender enough for the metal to circle them with a notch to spare. Across the virgin back were five scarlet stripes...! It took Glynis several bemused seconds to realize she was looking at Tess Lynton. "Tess!"
Startled by an unexpected voice, the girl sat erect. Her tear stained face looked up in relief.
"Miss Woodhaye-Glynis! It's you! I thought it was that-that horrible...."
"Mrs. Bulloch? The wardress?"
"Yes. They just tossed me in here. I'm all fastened up. But you are too! How many pairs of these horrible things have they got?"
"Enough! But they're better than rope." Glynis knelt beside her new cellmate. "What happened?"
"That bastard-that absolute bastard!" Tess used her fingers to dry wet cheeks. "These bloody things ...!" She clinked her handcuffs savagely. "Has eveyone gone mad?"
"Rolfe Campys?" Glynis felt guiltily amused.
"The son of a bitch!" Tess' fingers moved on to tidy her hair. "Oh, damn, I can't do anything properly!" Once more her handcuffs were tugged and viewed with loathing.
"Here, let me. It's easier to look after each other."
"They took me down to that rotten basement. I've been there all this time. I'm not even sure what day."
"They didn't put you in that-that-awful hole?"
"They sure did!" Tess was vehement. "Before they slammed the door on me I heard that fearful woman say to Rolfe: 'Shell be very amenable when we take her out, sir.'"
"But, had you done something?"
"Of course I did something! When they unlocked me from that awful post thing I managed to scratch his face and kick him in the balls. I hope they fall off!"
"But I don't understand."
"Neither did I! Oh, damn, I feel an idiot. I asked them to lock my wrists to that post affair. I was curious and wanted a thrill. Imagine it! I actually asked...!" She sniffed angrily. "I really thought this was some sort of federal or state pen and that everything was on the up and up-I was a privileged tourist."
"But when you saw me tied to the bars in that obscene way you should have guessed."
"Of course I should!" Tess looked shame-faced. 'The fact is, you looked so-so....Well, anyway, seeing you like that gave me the hots. I've never got so horny so fast. I stopped thinking. This serves me right, I guess."
"I expect it would have happened just the same. If Campys wanted you...."
"That's the hell of it! I'm not sure! I've got an awful feeling seeing me fastened to that blasted post triggered something. He'd been so loving...! He's a sadist, isn't he?"
"Nobody knows what he is. I'm not sure he does himself. Tess, is there any chance you'll be missed?"
"Hell, no! I'm just another girl from Vermont using her plump cunt to get into movies. That prick used it enough I thought I was getting somewhere. I sure got somplace all right, look at me!" She mused silently, breasts heaving. "When they locked me in that black hole down there I thought I'd die. I screamed and screamed!" Tess' breathing had quickened. "What will they do with me? With you?"
Glynis shrugged. How did you explain the Seigneury to a frightened girl? "We've both been kidnaped. A better word would be enslaved. We're now the playthings of a sizable club of blase, satiated millionaires looking for an erotic thrill. I think we can forget escpae. It's just not possible. They've got us."
"I've got some marks on my back, haven't I? Is that why they whipped me-the get a bang?"
"Yes. I'm surprised you only got five."
"Oh, his majesty explained that. After they'd got me fixed and I was raising hell while they stripped me, he said I'd just get a taste-he called it 'whetting my appetite.' Then I could stand as I was the rest of the day and think about it, and then I could think about it while I was locked in that-ugh! The idea is I've still got the real whipping to come. Have they whipped you?"
For answer, Glynis stood. The school uniform had been replaced by the prison tunic, but both were easy for cuffed hands. She fumbled and allowed her only covering to slip to the floor.
Tess gasped, her eyes wide in shock. "Your breasts! And your-your ...!,"
"Yes, between my thighs." Glynis turned. "And my bottom. We mustn't forget my bottom."
"But what had you done to deserve ...?"
"Same as you, nothing."
Tess Lynton examined the inflamed breasts and striated loins somberly. "They go all out on us, eh! Nothing's scared. We're pretty bits of meat...." Doubtfully, she blurted, "I suppose you know Rolfe's nuts about you? Or he's got a thing...?"
"I know. I suppose it's why I'm here."
"He talked about you to the wardress-same way he did when you were tied to the bars and I was on top of the world. You bug him someway. He wants to flog you. That's the word he uses...."
"I've come to believe flogging girls-or whipping us is his favorite sport."
"With him you're some big deal. When you get it the whole place is going to have some sort of Fourth of July." Tess looked at Glynis shrewdly. "Say, you got money?"
"Yes." Glynis laughed bitterly. "At least I did have." She offered her linked hands. "Here, let me help you up on this bench thing."
"I can't walk. My feet are chained together."
Glynis chuckled ruefully. "You'd be surprised what handcuffs allow a girl to do. I expect that's one of the reasons they use 'em on us. Come on."
Sitting on the hard surface that would be their bed, Tess kicked her cuffed feet and examined them in puzzlement. "Why have we got all this metal locked on us? We can't get out of here, so why can't we have our legs and hands?"
"Keeps us amenable, Tess. We won't fight. We'll be good girls."
They found comfort with each other through the night.
It was a small courtyard. "It's our exercise area," Clare explained shyly, "You'll have company."
"What's that thing in the middle-as if I didn't know!" Tess asked bitterly.
Clare flushed. "I'm sorry it's not going to be all that good a day." She said shyly, "Would you sooner I got a couple of the men?"
"What! To knock us around!" Tess demanded.
"Mrs. Bulloch's away, and they've given me this job and told me what to do...." Clare wriggled uncomfortably. "But I'm sure it must be lousy for you both to just be obedient and do what I tell you."
"You're going to chain me to that damn whipping post?" Tess said morosely.
Clare wriggled some more. "Well, actually, it's straps." She looked at Glynis woefully. "And it's both of you. One on each side."
"A real fun day! What do the other prisoners do?"
"It's just exercise for them. I expect they'll talk-and look. I know it's not very nice...."
"Better you than men, sweetheart. Let's get on with it," Glynis said resignedly. She looked apologetically at a rebellious Tess. "That wall's too high to climb. So where would we go?" She held up her hands. "Don't forget we're still handcuffed."
"But I'll have to take your handcuffs off. There'll be a few moments when you can jump me." Clare was looking at Tess dubiously.
For answer Tess held out her hands. Looking only at Glynis for guidance, she said testily to their shy wardress, "Okay. Fix me. Hurry before I change my mind."
Tess Lynton had been given no clothes. She was ready for the post. Obviously seething, she glattened her breasts against the timber and raised her arms. Glynis watched unhappily as Clare thankfully buckled straps around slender wrists. Without waiting to be asked, she offered her own.
"It's a bit different for you, Miss Woodhaye." Clare's pink deepened. "I think they want you to feel-well, sort of ashamed."
The difference was an eight inch phallus attached to a metal bracket. Huge, distended, an enemy!
"It's easier if we get it in before I do the straps, miss."
Glynis was sure it was. She viewed the horror with loathing. She felt certain it was a gift from Rolfe. To be whipped with that thrusting within her! She could hear him chuckling.
"Don't worry, Clare. I won't make a fuss." She cocked a dubious eyebrow. "Are you sure that monster's-possible?"
"I'm afraid so, miss." Another blush. "I've brought some vaseline."
"Can we take a bit of time?"
"Oh, of course, miss."
"Better suck her tits for ten minutes," Tess contributed dispassionately. "Why don't I get one too?"
"I don't know, miss. But it's different with you."
It was bitterly shaming and far from easy. Glynis was well aware of the limited experience of her sexual experiments. Other girls might be better adapted to accept....
"I'll make it nice and slippery, miss."
"Be nice to her," Tess urged. "Nibble her a bit first-all three places. That giant of a thing! If you want to undo these straps, I'll do it."
Clare did not want to undo the straps. She was a cautious girl who knew when she was well off. Bashfully, she offered the phallus to the girl who would sheath it. Her own fingers rose to Glynis' breasts. "I hope you don't mind, miss. But it is a good idea."
Suppose he was looking! Glynis could believe Rolfe might be observing this absurdity from a distant window. Binoculars would betray every obscene detail. But, determindly, she inserted the plastic glans within her vulva and began the persuasive motions by which her sex could be suffused to betrayal. Clare's fingers were both wise and busy. Glynis' pulse began to quicken....
"The bracket fits here, miss."
Engorged and impaled, Glynis Woodhaye examined the full extent of her humiliation. At the requisite height upon the post there was indeed a metal fixture.
"If you'll just push up against it, and rest your arms on the crosspiece, miss, I'll do the rest."
Face to face with her fellow captive, Glynis was more than ever aware of the improbability of what was happening. "Supposing I'd struggled and fought?" she asked, amused.
"They'd just have beat you, miss, until you helped." To Clare it was a fact of life.
The hands between Glynis' thighs were busy, their motions forceful. There came a solid click. "There we are, miss. All done!"
Done indeed! The impaled girl tested. The thing inside her had become immovable, holding her loins hard against the wood. To east its thrust she stood slightly on tiptoe. The angle of the bracket was precise. She was wedded to the post; its bride!
"I'll have to do your wrists, Miss Woodhaye."
She extended her arms. Without their support, the phallus thrust harder. Glynis watched while her wrists were strapped tight.
"I'm afraid there's something else, miss."
It was too late to complain, or protest. Too late! Too late! She felt the rope circle her ankles and draw tight. Her foot was pulled out to the side and tied-and then the other...! The effect was an enhanced impalement. Robbed of her arms, her feet splayed out, the giant thing inside her sex possessed her totally. Her added weight upon it drove it deeper....
"I think you'll get a little used to it, miss-after awhile." Clare's voice was loaded with apology.
"What is it, a punishment or a reward?" Tess asked cynically.
"I'm afraid I don't know, miss. But you don't get one."
"Shouldn't there be a strap round my middle to hold me against the post?" Glynis asked wistfully.
""Fraid not, miss. You're supposed to be like you are-so's you can wiggle it a bit."
"I can't move!"
"Well, not right now, miss."
Clare went away, Glynis' sad, small prison garment draped over an arm. The twin captives eyed each other woefully over the crosspiece. They talked, and tried to joke over Glynis' internal embarrassment. But there was little to say. Soon they fell silent. The post held them.
"I'm Ermie Bulloch," said the child brightly. "I've come to whip your asses. Ma said I could before she left."
Perhaps thirteen! Precocious! Already a lewd eye. She had crossed the yard to them unnoticed. Her hand held a yard long slenderness. She eyed the captives with a prurient assessment. "You've got that thing up your cunt," she informed Glynis sagely. "I can tell."
Ermie Bulloch was hardly an adjunct of a federal prison! And yet...! Behind these high walls anything was possible. If it amused the wardress, it most certainly would amuse Campys!
"Undo my straps," Tess suggested brightly. "Then I can bend down properly for you."
"Think I'm nuts or somethin'!" Ermie eyed them both with a proprietary eye. "I gotcha good, see. I'm goin' ter bounce your little asses."
"You touch us and I'll complain to Mr. Camps." Glynis made a shot in the dark.
Ermie giggled. "He'll just warm you up some more." She used a grubby finger to trace wounds already upon captive skin. "'Course I ain't allowed to cut you this good-someone's really looked after you. But I'll still make yer squeal." She looked up at Glynis. "That thing in your cunt....Make you come yet?"
"No."
"It will all right. Lickin' yer ass will get you goin'."
"I can't move."
"That's what you think!"
The withe wrapped itself around Glynis' bottom and one hip. She jerked and twisted in shock and pain.
"See! What did I tell ya?" Ermie was proud of her proof. "Want another?"
"No! Oh, no...!"
"Look, kid, go peddle your papers." Tess was vehement. "You lick us with that lousy thing and you're in trouble. We're on the list for something a damn sight worse. If they find us already marked...!"
"You're going to be flogged," the moppet acknowledged matter-of-factly. "Maybe I'll get to watch."
The captives exchanged glances of dismay. Each, unconsciously, flexed her wrists against the leather bands. Ermie was a cruelty they could have done without. "When do we get flogged?" Tess asked guardedly.
"This afternoon." Ermie radiated bonhomie. "Gives me lots of time to make you wiggle." She grinned at Tess. "You want I should make you come?"
"Don't bother, thanks."
"Ain't no trouble." Ermie thoughtfully slashed her wand across Tess' seat. 'That's fer bein' sarcastic, see! Think I can't tell!" For a moment she admired the pink line she had created across the curved skin. "I want ter make yer come-You kick and you'll be sorry."
Glynis saw the lovely eyes widen in dismay as a determined hand insinuated itself between Tess' thighs. She shook her head in negation of the anger she beheld. "It's no good," she said dismally, "We're helpless."
"Relax and enjoy!" Tess struggled against her bonds. "Oh, damn, the little bitch...!"
"She's right," said Ermie cheerfully, "You better be nice to me. Real polite, see!" She paused for several intent moments as her questing finger sought its quarry. '"Course I'll lick you both anyway, but maybe not so hard."
Tess gasped. "She knows what she's doing," she admitted ruefully to the lovely face so close to her own. "Oh, jeepers...! Wow!"
"Just about when I get you ready to pop, I'm goin' ter stop and whip your ass."
"Gee, thanks!" Tess was gasping and writhing in competent hands. She gasped and yelped and kicked as the finger withdrew and the withe bit at her unprotected bottom again and again. Held only by her wrists, she was able to achieve a defensive writhing that benefited her not at all. Wherever her bottom went the cane followed. If she kicked too forcefully it slashed the sole of her foot. In the end, she stood still and sobbed as the slender thing cut.
"See, yer get ter like it!"
"I don't! I don't! It's beastly! Oh, please stop ... please!"
"That's better! Now let's have another go at yer clit."
Tess orgasmed. Tess wept. Glynis, in her turn, wept too. There was something hopeless and implacable about the cane biting at their bottoms again and again without end. No single blow mattered. But the steady slash and cut demoralized. It could go on and on...! In a wave of sensation, Glynis too knew herself delivered to a response she could neither hide nor reject. As she flowered into climax the cane beat at her bottom with savage intent so that a blaze of agony blended with her carnal fire to produce a sensation so vivid she screamed aloud in a wild undulation she could not control.
Ermie was happy with them both. She slashed and climaxed them in turn again and again. Interspersing their peaks and valleys of pain and pleasure with lewd observations. She was an immensely objectionable child. Their bottoms blazed.
When the time of the flogging came it was almost a relief.
No executioner. No hood. No mask. It was Clare and the other wardress, Myrtle. They sent Ermie packing.
"Ain't what you'd called a proper flogging," Myrtle apologized. She held up the wickedness of a single tapered thong. "No cat and no knots, but you'll notice what we're doin'."
"I'm awfully sorry," said Clare inadequately.
"Don't be such a drip, girl!" Myrtle admonished. "We'll both enjoy lacing into all that lovely skin. Look at it! Just waitin' fer us. That there Ermie sure has scorched their bums. Make a good base to work on."
The captives exchanged dolor, but said no word. What was there to say! There was a faint chance their whipping might be within bounds!
"Young Clare here needs a bit o' practice," Myrtle advised helpfully. "She never done much whippin'. We ain't aimin' fer no special number o' licks so it don't mater if she botches a few before she picks up the knack."
"I really am sorry. I feel sorta bad...." Clare was out of her depth.
"Shut up, fer Pete's sake!" Myrtle was indignant at suchingratitude. "What the hell's there to be sorry about!"
Tess screamed at the first blow. It crossed her shoulders and licked her underarms. Glynis winced in sympathy.
"That's the way to do it, kid. Make it snap. This here gal's got a sweet back fer whippin'." Myrtle proffered the whip. "Now you try one."
Clare struck Tess' twisting hips with a blow that said all too clearly she wanted to get it over with. Tess yelped in surprise.
"You like the ass, eh!" Myrtle said indulgently. "But try higher up. She ain't marked much yet-you can see where you've landed. I sure do love to see them weals spring to life. Don't know 'bout them, but it makes me horny."
Clare was a good girl, obedient to her superiors. She lashed out at Tess' cringing back. The resultant wound was unimpressive.
"Oh, shit, that ain't no good," Myrtle reproved. "You're scared o' hurtin' the little bitch. Don't be! If you don't do better'n that I'll whip your ass too. Tell you what-get one up between her legs." Her voice crackled authority. "You, Tess! Git them feet apart."
Tess' scream was genuine in response to a new and different pain. Clare had enjoyed beginner's luck. The thong had cruelly bisected Tess' already engorged vulva and snapped its fury on the quivering belly.
"You found yer right spot, dear," Myrtle approved. "Give her another. Same place."
"Don't whip me there! Oh, no-no-" Tess' plea was urgent.
"Why not, honey? T'ain't that time o' the month."
"It's too awful! Oh, it hurts so terribly-and I can't get loose-and-oh, please...?"
"You ain't supposed to git loose, honey! You're supposed to stand there and like it."
"I know! I know! I'm sorry-I'm-Oh, don't whip me there!"
"This ain't no fun thing, honey. Leastways, not fer you it ain't." Myrtle reached and took the whip from Clare's willing hand. "You want to know what a whippin's all about, you try this one."
Tess screamed. Again and again she screamed. The straps holding her wrists creaked with the fury of her onslaught against their authority.
"See what I mean, dear," Myrtle said consolingly to her wide eyed pupil. "Now we got her attention. Screams lovely, don't she?"
Glynis was bereft. The ugliness within her sex was forgotten. Everything was forgotten but her need to help the writhing girl whose pain-wracked features were but inches from her own. Tess' screams had beat agonizedly in her ears. "Stop it!" she demanded hysterically. "Oh, please stop! It's too awful for a girl! Can't you see...."
"See what, sweetheart?"
"It hurts her too much. It's too brutal. She's a girl, not an animal."
"I had noticed," Myrtle conceded dryly. "If she's too much a female, let her try one of these." The whip shrilled and entwined Tess' writhing nakedness so that it spent its final force across one breast.
To Glynis, the screams were a crescendo of horror. She could bear no more of them. "Whip me instead," she pleaded. "It must be my turn. Give Tess a rest----"
"You ain't gettin' no whipping, gal."
The quiet announcement should have held joy. But it did not. It held something ominous. The helpless girl looked at Myrtle askanced and quavered, "Why? Why not...?"
Myrtle guffawed. "I'll be damned, you're disappointed."
"I'm not! Oh, no! But-but-poor Tess!"
"Can't tell yer why, honey." Myrtle was apologetic. "'Ceptin' you's somethin' special. I suspects when you gets it you gets it good. Like as not you'll git marked for life."
"But it's not fair! You're killing Tess!" The threat to her own skin was lost in her concern for the sobbing girl twisting in agony on the other side of the post. Glynis gazed imploringly at the woman with the whip. "Don't whip her any more-please?"
"She ain't goin' ter die, gal, and she knows she ain't! So do you!" Myrtle chuckled. "Bet the little filly ain't never felt more alive in her whole damn life." She poked her victim with her whip. "Ain't that so, honey?"
"No! No, no, no! I can't stand it! It's too-too...!"
"She's a bit put out," Myrtle allowed tolerantly. "She ain't never been whipped enough. Gal's your age oughta get a good shellacking at least once a month."
"My breast! You hit my breast!"
"So what, kid! You got a pair-real pretty too! Never hurt a breast none to get a good cut once in awhile. Makes a nice mark where you can see it." Myrtle chuckled. 'That's right! Press up close ter that there post. Won't save much, I'll git at yer anyhow. But yer won't git quite the wrap around as when yer do a buck and wing."
"Give her a rest! Please!" Glynis was frantic.
Myrtle handed the whip to Clare. "Give that sympathetic heifer a few of your specials on her ass. It'll make her feel better."
Glynis endured Clare's apologetic strokes without screams. She moaned and gasped as they stung and seared her already burning bottom. She must acknowledge hurt or Clare would be blamed. And hurt there was aplenty. She could struggle little, but the motions the lash impelled rekindled the fire ...!
"Keep slicing her 'til she explodes," Myrtle ordered kindly.
Glynis exploded all too soon. The whip and the phallus were a potent pair. Soon she, too, screamed and tugged the straps. But her scream was different...! And everyone there knew it was different!
"And now shut up," said Myrtle amiably.
Clare proffered the whip. It was refused. "See what noises you can get out of this one," Myrtle directed.
Tess screamed fearfully.
Her flogging went on and on.