'I don't suppose so. You'll have lots of time to get me-'
'You'll earn your money today, sister. I'll teach you to barge in. Colin hires me, it's my job. Understand?'
'You're welcome to it,' I told her unhappily. 'If you'll get me loose and let me go, it's all yours.' She went behind the post. What she saw did not improve her temper. 'The son of a bitch! Ruddy handcuffs! He never blew himself like that for me. Where's the key?'
'It's lost. I was handcuffed like this when he kidnapped me. It's a long story.'
'I'll just bet it is! I'm not buying. Besides, how did he get your hands behind that post without the key?' I told her. I told her quite a bit. I pleaded and begged. I tried the thousand pounds again, and then asked her to get the police. She listened to it all with a sardonic smile. At the end of my passionate striving for freedom she asked sweetly: 'You know what I'm going to do to you, don't you?' Instinctively, I did know. But I asked: 'What?'
'Give you the whipping of your life.' Back to square one! Even a girl wanted to whip me! There Was no hope. 'Oh please, I've been whipped enough already,' I pleaded. 'Can't you see the marks?'
'Don't notice any on your tits.' I curled up inside and heaved at the metal bands that were delivering me into her power.
'Can't get loose, can you. That fat cunt of yours can stand a few too. I'll teach you to barge in where you're not needed.' I started to plead again, but she left me talking and stalked away to the stable. When she came back she carried the whip. She loved her dominion over me. She savoured it as nectar. She fingered and played with my handcuffs in curiosity to make sure they held me fast. Then she used her hands and her tongue to excite me beyond bearing. She was making good use of what fate had provided.
'I been whipped by Colin a lot, but I ain't never whipped a girl. I'm going to enjoy whipping you.' As though in a sudden inspiration, Daisy stripped naked. It was not much of an effort. She did not wear much. She wasn't bad naked, and the marks of Colin's whip were evident on her skin. 'See!' she said jubilantly. 'I know all about being whipped. But I've always wondered…' She struck me a slicing blow across both breasts. I screamed. I think that scream was as much a cry against an unkind fate as from the pain. But the pain was bad enough.
'Lovely! Look at that scarlet line come up! I've always wanted…' She struck again, this time across one breast only. I heaved and bucked and howled.
'Colin ain't goin' ter want those pretty tits by the time I get through with them.' She hit my breasts again.
'Please, you don't understand.'
'I'll lace into that ripe cunt in a minute.' She slashed away happily at my writhing nakedness. I could elude nothing. My wrists were bleeding. 'Please, don't you want money! Please, please, please!'
'You'll learn to stay on your own side of the fence.'
'Yes, oh yes! I'll promise. Never again.' She stopped and stood back, pleased by my submission. 'I suppose he fucks you, eh?'
'Yes, I can't stop him. He does what he likes with me.' I was desperate to make her understand. 'Get the box. Get me free of this post and I'll run for my life. You'll never see me again.' She gave the proposition thought and rejected it. 'Nah, Colin 'ud be so damn angry I'd get no cash out of him for a month. No, dearie, you stay right the way you are and take what mummy's going to give you.'
'But he'll be angry with you. When he comes home and finds me… the way you're going to leave me. I'll be a mess.'
'And so you should be, ducks.' But there was that in her voice which told me I had hit a chord. Colin was a customer. Best not to offend him too deeply. I was the enemy. 'O.K: then,' she said cheerfully. 'I'll just give that swollen cunt of yours a few cuts and leave you to it.' It was a partial remission. But my mind was chaotic with the need to convince this angry sex strumpet of my bona fides. If only I could! She held the key to my release. I was about to offer more truthful logic when the first curling lash rose up between my legs. It was such a beastly pain! Such a cruel place to inflict it! I screamed in a flash of pain and anger. With this member of my own sex there was no warmth, no heat between my thighs. I looked at her in agony and pleaded: 'Don't whip me any more. Please! I'm willing to do anything you want. We're just two girls…' She was clever with that whip. She flashed it again and scored a bull's eyes. If only I had been able to stand still with my legs crossed I might have saved my poor little puss some anguish, but I couldn't! I twisted and kicked in such distress that, seizing her chance, she managed to strike me at the moment I opened my legs for some fresh contortion of pain. The thong slapped squarely upon the wet, wounded flesh that should have been inviolate. My scream pealed out in a undulation of hurt which should have given Daisy intense joy.
'You sure do make a lot of noise,' she said appreciatively.
'I suppose you laugh all the time he's whipping you!' I retorted bitterly. Daisy was just too much.
' 'Spose I do make a bit of noise,' she admitted thoughtfully. 'I'm always so busy hurting I don't notice.'
'If you let him whip you for a rotten little five pounds, surely you could make a telephone call for me for a thousand?'
'Open your legs, love. I'll teach you to make fun of an honest girl.'
'I'm not making fun, I'm not!' I wailed. 'It's true.'
'Open your legs so I can get inside.'
'I won't!' Daisy seemed pleased at my refusal. She went to the barn and got rope. I quailed at the sight of it.
'Please don't tie me any more than I am. Please, please!'
'This is a real treat for me, kid. Being on the other end so to speak. I'm going to enjoy it.'
'But it's cruel! I've never hurt you.'
'Well, I've never hurt Colin. But that don't stop him cutting away at me.'
'He's never whipped your pussy. I know he hasn't! I don't see why you want to whip mine.'
'Simple, dearie. I can't get at your back.'
'But it's not right, not decent, to whip a girl where you're whipping me. Can't I make you understand? I'm a prisoner. I'm not your competition for that idiot's five pound notes.'
'First 'round this ankle, dearie — and don't you dare kick! Then round behind the post and now the other little tootsie.'
'I'm going to fall forward if you pull my feet back like that.'
'Thanks, love. You're right.' Miserably, I watched her go and return with another rope. Daisy was well in charge of things. Our eyes flickered back and forth without any nice girlish communion as she made a loop over and above my breasts and around the post. She pulled far harder than she need have done until my back was positively clamped against the timber.
'Makes your tits stick out nice.' She pinched them and laughed enjoyably at my yelps.
'A thousand pounds… a thousand pounds-' I moaned again and again. Surely the silly cow would get the message! 'Shut up! You don't have a thousand pence, neither has Colin. This is just a nice fun day between us girls. Aren't you lucky! I'm sure I don't hit you as hard as he does.' It was hopeless. I had become as much captive of her disbelief as of the handcuffs on my chafed wrists. In impotent silence I felt my feet pulled back and back on each side of the post until it was the band across my chest that kept me upright. My pussy gaped in its lonely prominence, but after a couple of experimental slashes that spent most of their force across my thighs my feminine torturer said a hearty: 'Damn!' Peering at the wounds she had made on me she exclaimed angrily: 'No good; is it! You're plastered against that post. I can't properly get in there on your cunt.'
'If you'll let me loose-'
'Shut up!' She gave me another vicious cut.
'It's better without your feet tied,' she decided. 'If I can get your little butt away from that lousy post I can slice in there good.' I was relieved of the ropes. Small impatient hands loosened them and cast them aside. I was back to square one, captive only of the implacable handcuffs. 'I'll make you a deal, kid.' Her voice modulated to sweet reason. 'Stick that wet little cunt out a foot from the post — you can, y'know.'
'Just so you can whip it!', I was heartbroken and scared.
'Sure, love. You do that proper or I'll whip your breasts until you do. How's that for a good offer? If you play along I'll leave those pretty tits alone.' If you have never been a prisoner fastened to a post you can't understand. You can be forced into gratitude over a choice between two awful things being done to you. I was truly afraid of
