funny, but I’ve come to recognize that this island affects my reactions. Anywhere else I’d be resentful and trying to escape all the time, always alert. But because I know it’s quite impossible for me to swim away from Kyrexos I don’t resist. I’m as much the island’s prisoner as I am yours…'
'I’ve just thought of a wonderful game!' Terry was typically irrelevantly enraptured. 'You’ll adore it, darling.'
From something in the youngster’s voice Dorinda felt she would not adore it at all. But followed tinglingly curious. She was made to carry the paper bag.
It had been an old warf, fallen into disuse. An unptrentious bit of ruin. Terry led the way beneuth it to the water’s edge. Divesting herself of the bikini’s halter she giggled portentiously. 'I want to blindfold you, love. But I promise, no shocks. When I take it off you’ll have the loveliest surprise.' She went into further evidences of merit. Dorinda allowed herself to be blindfolded with the bra. It was effective. She stood quivering, expectant.
'Hold still and don’t be scared.' Terry’s voice had become authorative and absorbed. Her nimble fingers unexpectedly were working her captive’s bushe triangle.
Dorinda relaxed. She could imagine regaining her sight to behold some absurd coiffure effect with that abundant bush with which she was endowed. At least it was nit painful.
It took a long time and many impatient exclamations. At last a breathless voice apologised: 'The handcuffs now, darling. Just so you don’t spoil the effect.'
The victim offered her wirsts without question. They were locked tight behind her back. It felt surprisingly natural. The bra was whisked from her eyes.
'It’s frightfully clever, darling, don’t you think?'
It took Dorinda a little time to comprehend her new predicament. It was not quite the childish game she had hoped.
A sizable tuft of her pubic hair had been owven or spliced into the end of cord. The join had been reinforced by sevel knots ot lighter threat, prbably unravelled from one of the other bindings. It appeared a very secure union. The cord itself fell away from her sex across the sand and into the water.
'It’s knotted round an old bolt down in the sand. Wtach, darling.' The younger girl tugged at the cord with all her strength. It did not move. It was an impressive demonstration. Dorinda was tethered tight by a tenuous link as compelling as steel.
'It’s like a parlor game, love.' Terry explained gaily. 'You can’t fee yourself. The tide is coming in. It won’t submerge you. But it will rise enough so you won’t like it and can’t sit down. Now the thing you have to live with is that you can free yourself at any time. Just take a big leap. You’ll loose a bit of hair, but you’ve got plenty more. I suppose it will hurt. But slave girls have to put up with that sort of thing, don’t they?'
'I can never bring myself to tear loose,' Dorinda vowed flatly. 'It would be like tearing off a finger or a toe nail. Even the thought curls me up at the edges.'
'You dramatize a bit, darling. You’ll get loose when you want to. Just as a further inducement you’ll be expected back at the house for dinner tonight. We are even going to let you wear clothes, lovely, gorgeous clothes. But if you’re a ‘fraudy-cat and stay here, you’ll het fifty strokes.'
'Fifty?!'
'Of course. Why not?'
'But fifty would kill a girl!'
'I expect you’d survive. Girls do. No problem really. Think of that noble soul who declaimed ‘Give me liberty or give me death’. All you are going to lose is a few cunt hairs… Forgive me love, but that awful word is so absolutely right.'
With the last bit of cord Terry circled her captive’s waist and cinched the handcuffs tight in the small of her back. 'Just in case, darling. I’m sure you’ll try.' Gally she picked up the bag and her crop and left Dorinda alone with an awful decision.
She tried. She tried desperately. First backing away from her tether until it sprang tout and the prisoner hairs made their painful protest. Fiacinated by the ingenuity if her new captivity, Dorinda continued the pressure until the tuft and the skin beneath were stretched out alarmingly. Not a single hair had come loose. She realised miserably that the yielding skin made a quick, simple yerk impractical. She would have to lunge, risking whatever injury might issue. Next she sought the knots that kept her hands at waist level. Simply handucffed she might have reached something. She was defeated there too. Entering the water she explored the anchor of her tether with her toes. But found that the most hopeless prospect of all. She was foxed! Despondently she stepped back on to the dry sand. But already the tide was claming most of the small margin Terry had left her with.
Reason dictated that she risk all in one quick dash immediately. In the end she would have to. Why spend miserable hours waiting and hiping that the exuberant moppet would return and set her free as the finale of a big tease? But did they tease? They had not done so yet.
Frantically Dorinda plunged.
The pain was sickening. The shock devastating. Instead of freedom the tether swung sideways and held. A foot raised in flight was all that saved her from an agonising fall. Looking down at the intimate bond she saw that not a single hair had yielded. The tuft of shining, wirey stuff stuff so cleverly woven was too alrge to be plcuked in one piece. The beautiful black bush, of which she had always been so proud, had been her downfall. Most girls could not have provided so hirsute a fetter for their own containment. Leaning against a rotting pole she gave herself to tears.
She was knee deep in water by the time Mark came and cut her loose. Thankfully she padded him back to the house, answerring his curt questions, sensing a storm. Terry was clasping her pillar naked faing the stone, arms chained high so that she seemed to embrace the column against which she normally leaned. Looking past the raised arm she viewed them with an apprehensive eye.
'Did you you do that?' Mark pointed to the purple line on his sister’s seat.
'Yes.'
'She tell you to?'
'Yes, I told her to,' Terry broke in hotly.
He looked from one to the other of them. The intensity of his scrutiny was such that each girl sensed his probing. Dorinda blushed. Terry blushed. Without a word spoken their blood had confessed their guilt.
'Whose idea was it?' he demanded grimly
'Mine,' Terry ackowledged bravely.
'Don’t punish her, master. It was my fault too. I didn’t fight… Or run. She didn’t even whip me.'
'Kind of her, I must say.'
'It was sort of an experiment, master. It was my fault too.'
'Nobility, nobility! Well, let’s get it over with. Or at least let’s get started,' he amended.
Dorinda felt sure Mark was enjoying his mastery over two girls delinquent by his own code. There was that in his eyes when he looked at her that left her uncertain.
Without pause he removed the bit of cord round her waist and unlocked one cuff. Raising her hand he locked it again to one of the rings by which his sister was chained, so that now she, too, was fastened to the stone, but with one hand free. She felt foolish and uncertain of what pose was required of her. She had little doubt she would be whipped. He walked into the house, leaving them alone.
'Scratch my nose, darling.' Terry sounded contrite.
Dorinda obliged. 'I ought to scratch more than your nose,' she chided irritably. 'That was a rotten thing to do to me.' She described her debacle in detail.
Her erstwhile mistress wept. 'I’m a bratty little beast and I deserve what I’m going to get.' She cocked a damp eye at her companion in distress. 'I0m really in for it. Mark’s angry ‘bout what I did to you. Said it could have scared you scilly. Did it?'
'Yes. And it hurt horribly.'
'I’m sorry draling, honestly I am. I made a mess of my day. I was supposed to train you in obedience and bring you home a well whipped but good little girl.' She smiled wanly. 'Y’know, love, I don’t think I can ever be the sort of mistress Mark would approve of,' she considered soberly. '’Spose actually I don’t want to be.'
Mark returned. He carried a whip. Tapered leather.
'Oh Mark, not that one,' Terry wailed in genuine anguish. Catching Dorinda’s eye she added: 'It’s simply awful. You can’t bear it.'
