Mrs. Julian was jealous of this woman's beauty. She would punish her for being more beautiful than herself. She raised her hand which held the whip and lashed at the woman's behind.
"Owwwwhhhhh!" Mrs. Hayes screamed.
The whip slashed into the woman's rear again.
"Ouch!"
The whip sang as it bit into the woman's ass again and again.
"Ohhhhhh… my… ohhhhhh, please whip my cunt!" Mrs. Hayes cried.
Mrs. Julian raised the whip and then lashed at the woman's steaming pubic area. Mrs. Hayes cried out in pleasure/pain. She pulled and turd at her bonds. Her body flailed and jerked. Her head towed and turned. Her face was screwed up in a grimace of exquisite pain. And as the whip lashed her cunt again, her body convulsed with orgasmic joy.
"Aaaggghh…" she sighed as peace claimed her body once again. She sank into her bonds in pure contentment. "Thank you," she groaned as she smiled at Mrs. Julian.
Mrs. Julian had watched Mrs. Hayes have her fun with the males, and she thought that she too should have a go at the cocks. Now that she considered herself to be totally warped, she had no inhibitions concerning the boy. She moved to the bed. She gazed down at the boy. He looked up at the older woman. A surge of sexual current moved through his groin.
As she sat down on the bed, Mrs. Julian let her hands float over the guy's body. The boy smiled up at her. She drew her fingers over his belly and into his crotch. She watched excitedly as the boy's cock began to swell. Taking it in her hand, she began to squeeze it lovingly. She moved her head downward, closer to his groin. Her tongue licked over her lips as she anticipated the act to come. She touched the tip of his cock with her warm tongue, tickling the little eye lightly. The boy panned softly as his prick was enveloped by her mouth. She drew the large organ deep into her oral cavity. She commenced to suck it yew slowly, very sexily. The feel of the large tube in her mouth turned her on. She began playing with her cunt to assuage the fires of lust which had been stoked within her body.
Exquisite pleasure flowed through the boy's body. He groaned and moaned in sweet agony. Mrs. Julian sucked his cock furiously, wanting his juicy come to fill her mouth. It wasn't long before the lad's body convulsed and his jerking prick jetted its contents deep into the older woman's sucking mouth. Mrs. Julian swallowed every precious glob and licked her lips when she had finished.
Looking down at the boy, she wondered what he thought of her. She ran her hands over his virile body, touching him here and there. The male body thrilled her and made her feel young. She felt good that she had pleased the boy. She felt more like a true woman.
"Did you like that?" she asked him.
"I really dug it," the boy answered.
Mrs. Julian now turned her sadistic wrath toward Mary's mother. Taking Mrs. Pussie from the pillory she threw the weakened woman to the floor. All the standing in the pillory had tired the woman's muscles. She could be handled like a rag doll. There was no tight in her.
The woman lay on the floor. Her hands flew to her face and she began to sob. Mrs. Julian kicked the crying woman on the backside.
"Ohhhhh!" the woman cried, and looked up at Mrs. Julian. How undignified her position was. How powerful the woman standing over her looked. She remembered, though, that she too had once occupied the same dominant position. What was power that it could so easily be transferred from one to another? For years she had deluded herself into believing that power was an individual tool. It wasn't. Anybody could be powerful.
Mrs. Pussie was startled by her insights. Her life had been a waste. She had always thought that she had been queen of her castle, but it wasn't so.
Mrs. Julian laughed, and began whipping Mrs. Pussie upon her back. The whipping then extended to the squirming woman's ass and thighs. Mrs. Pussie could feel the sexual stirrings arising from her inner being and spreading throughout her flesh. In her surrender she found pleasure.
As the whip kissed her lower body, Mrs. Pussie thrashed all around, letting the tongs find her whole body. The whipping was filling her body with exquisite thrills and pleasant currents. She lay on her belly and arched her buttocks upward, begging the woman to strike her there. The whip lashed the tender cheeks and Mrs. Pussie screamed out in pure joy. This was glorious. This was great. This was pleasure. This was the ultimate. Under any other circumstances she would not subject herself to another will. Only sexually would she surrender her individuality and become a thrashing and writhing mass of burning flesh.
The whip kissed her rear again, leaving a red mark across the jiggling cheeks. She screamed with the burning pain. Her hands flew to the wounded area. She felt the flesh, rubbed her scarred backside. The whip whistled through the air and attack her between the thighs.
"Ohhhhhh, not there, please not there! It hurts something awful! Please, mistress, don't beat me there!" Mrs. Pussie pleaded.
When her hands went to her cunt to soothe the pain, Mrs. Julian struck the whimpering woman across her ass again.
"Ouch!" Mrs. Pussie wailed. But as the pain mounted and burned within her, so too did her sexual passions rise. She was on the verge of coming. If the whip struck her cunt one more time she would come. Bravely she turned over onto her back. Her quivering lips forced a smile. The woman standing over her gazed down at the trembling woman knowingly. She raised the hand which held the whip. She noticed the involuntary arching of Mrs. Pussie's hips. She hesitated a few seconds. A suspenseful atmosphere was created. Mrs. Pussie's eyes closed. She waited.
With a whistle the whip moved through the air and cracked wickedly against the tender flesh.
"Ooohhh! Arrrggghh… aahhh!" the wriggling woman screamed, and then lay silent. Her body had been released of a tremendous pressure. The whip had struck her cruelly upon the cunt and had triggered an explosive discharge. Now she was exhausted.
Mrs. Julian kissed the wounded woman. She applied an ointment to the welts and savage bruises. Mrs. Pussie looked up at, the woman with childlike eyes. "Thank you, mistress," she whispered.
Mrs. Julian had not yet satisfied herself. She was in need of release. She allowed the woman a brief respite and then begged Mrs. Pussie to release her from her agony. She felt like a hut balloon wanting to burst. She wanted the woman to prick her and release the pressure within her. As she waited for Mrs. Pussie to regain her strength, Mrs. Julian began shoving the whip handle in and out of her own cunt. She played with her breasts, squeezing and tweaking the full nipples.
She needed someone to help her. She moaned and groaned in her passion. She begged and pleaded for help.
In a short time Mrs. Pussie rose to the occasion. She knelt before the frenzied woman, picked up the whip and said, "Now I am your mistress and you will be punished for your disobedience. I am going to whip you until you bleed. I will tear your cunt to shreds. My whip will rip your into pieces."
"Yes, mistress. Anything you desire. I am yours," and she fell to the floor and kissed Mrs. Pussie's feet.
Mrs. Pussie allowed the oral worship and then rose to her feet. She stood over the kneeling form, looking disdainfully at the groveling woman who only minutes before was the powerful one! The power was with her now and Mrs. Pussie decided that it would never leave her again. She made a promise to herself that she would surrender only when she knew that she could again reseat herself in the chair of power easily. In the future she would guard her throne more carefully.
After several days of playing queen of her castle, Mrs. Pussie became aware of the fact that her little world had to come to an end. She couldn't keep these people prisoners forever. A decision about what to do was needed. What could she do? She couldn't let the policeman and the policewoman go. She could let the others go. They wouldn't squeal and would probably come back for more of the same! But the police. They were the problem.