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The music had played itself out and I was enjoying my second glass of wine when the mother's eyelids began to flutter. Instinctively, her feet came together and she pushed up onto her toes in an attempt to relieve the strain on her arms and shoulders. With a groan she came fully awake. It was always entertaining to watch the expressions that played over their faces, as they became aware of their situation.
The mere fact of finding oneself bound and defenseless is terrifying in and of itself. First her eyes traveled up to where her wrists were suspended. She jerked and flopped about in an effort to free herself, but finding that this only served to increase the pain, she soon desisted. She let out a little sob of frustration as she was forced to pick her weight back up onto her toes.
Suddenly her head came up with her eyes wide open. I knew she had just noticed her daughter. I watched as she registered the scene that I had so carefully arranged for her. There was her little girl, splayed out on her belly, naked and bound. Completely helpless, with her beautiful head drawn brutally back by her long, golden mane, the whole tableau harshly spotlighted in the otherwise dim interior.
" Erica? Are you alright, Baby?"
In her mind the question was an urgent shout but the drug had left her with a case of cottonmouth. It had emerged from her mouth as more of a croak.
" I am afraid she is still out of it, Moms. "
I spoke from the shadows, where I still lounged in my recliner. New alarm showed on her face as her eyes searched toward my voice. She really was quite beautiful in her distress. As I sat down my empty wineglass, I thought again how grand it was to be the king. I arose and moved into the light to stand in front of her daughter's upturned face.
" The pilot!" The mother said rather stupidly, as she recognized me.
I ignored her and reached out, tracing the girl's open lips with my finger.
" Don't touch her! " she hissed.
With the back of my hand I tenderly stroked the unconscious girl's cheek.
" Leave my daughter alone, you animal!" she hissed again.
Abruptly, I gave the girl's left cheek a sharp backhanded slap. The mother immediately began spewing obscenities and threats at me. Methodically, I slapped the right cheek and then the left again. Slowly picking up the pace, until the blond head was rhythmically rocking back and forth with the "SMACK, SMACK, SMACK" of my hand. The mother gave up on her threats and began begging me to stop. I only desisted when the girl's eyes finally blinked open; having been shocked awake by the shaking my slaps had given her poor brain. Gently, I resumed stroking her now reddened cheek.
Now I watched the same series of dumb expressions pass across the daughter's face as she too struggled to understand her predicament. I saw the recognition when she looked at me before her eyes moved to the limits of her peripheral vision. She was trying to see what was preventing her from moving. She attempted the same brief struggles her mother had made. These were followed by an inevitable groan of defeat.
" Erica? Can you hear me? Are you alright?"
"Mom? Where are we? Why is he doing this to us?"
" Hush, Baby, its going to be alright." then to me, "You'll never get away with this!"
Pretending not to hear her, I crossed to a wall rack and lifted from it an old fashioned buggy whip. It was an elegant piece of craftsmanship. A thin, six foot length of whalebone encased in finely braided leather with a tasseled tip. Originally sold by Abercrombie& Fitch, circa 1800s, I had found it in an antique shop some years back. It had kissed more than horseflesh since then. When I moved back into the light, poor Mom's eyes flew wide with shock when she saw what I was brandishing.
" You wouldn't dare! She is only a child for God's sake, please don't do this!"
The girl was futilely trying to look back to see what was threatening her, panicked by her mother's obvious agitation. Unable to turn her head, she could only imagine the worst. As dire as a recognized danger is, the unknown seems to conjure up even worse terror.
I gave the whip a couple of experimental cuts. The "SWISH" of displacement as it curled through the air produced a fresh babble of powerless pleadings from Mom. Blithely, I took a wide stance and cocked my arm fully back. I took a moment to admire the soft, pink bottoms of the helpless girl's small, well-shaped feet.
Then with all of my considerable power and a roll of my hips, I slashed forward and the very tip of the whip bit savagely into the unsuspecting sole of the girl's right foot.
"THWACK!"
Instantly, it was as if all the demons in hell had been unleashed. Every muscle in the poor girl's body tensed as she surged against her restraints. The tendons in her throat stood out as the blood-curdling howl of a wounded animal was torn from deep in her gut.
"OWWWWWWWWWWOGOD!"
Simultaneously, the mother began shrieking her head off in empathy with her daughter's pain, while tears of helpless frustration flowed from her eyes.
Then the girl's body sagged. I watched the slats of her thin ribcage heave as she began to sob, raggedly.
"Mommeee. Mommee. It hurts so bad,Mommee." She cried repeatedly.
From the corner of my eye, I saw her mother's face contorted with hate. It was a truly deranged woman who venomously cursed at me,
"You fucking bastard!"
I calmly stepped back a pace and extended the buggy whip again. Immediately, the bitterness in Mom's voice was replaced with a tone of abject terror as she pleaded with me for mercy. Unfortunately, I was not quite finished with their first object lesson.
"If you must torture someone, whip me instead! Please!"
I used the tasseled tip of the whip to tickle the sole of my young captive's other foot. The moment she felt its touch she tensed again. I saw her toes curl tight and her ass clench. Unable to move, she none the less began trembling from head to toe as the terror of anticipation seized her. I left off toying with her foot and drew back the whip. I was waiting for her muscles to tire and relax again before I gave her the second dose.
Then above the sound of her sobs and her mother's nagging entreaties I heard a liquid sound as she released her bladder. The little bitch had pissed herself in fear. I watched the golden fluid stream from her flaxen haired cunt and puddle on the tile floor. It slowed to a dribble and then stopped. I was surprised to feel my cock swelling. For some reason I found this unlooked for display very erotic. I was tempted to fuck her right then but instead I let fly with the whip again and another symphony of frenzied wailing filled the air. Using the whip, I parodied a conductor waving his baton as I backed away from them and retreated once more into the shadows. I poured another glass of wine and settled myself comfortably. I would wait until their tears exhausted them before continuing their education.
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