"What yer up to, lass? You got ideas? Don't you try no tricks now! What you calling work?" I had sought tact. I abandoned it. "Fucking," I said briefly.
"Never looked at a piece o' arse that way," he reflected musingly. "But I suppose to a hoity-toity lady like you…" I could feel punishment hovering in the way he said it. Please don't call me that," I pleaded. "I'm not hoity-toity at all. I'm not a lady any more, even if I ever was. I'm a criminal, and if you hand me over to the police I'll become a convict for a long time." He was mollified. He now looked at me expansively as though moving on to the next order of business. "You're quite right," he agreed. "I can't be fucking you all the time. More's the pity! But there's other things I can do, ain't there!" He treated me to a broad wink.
"Such as?"
"They didn't give you them whip marks in Brixton?"
"Actually, no. I annoyed someone."
"So you stood still and let 'em whip you?" My courage drooped. What was the use? Wherever I went it would be the same. I thought yearningly of Yolanda and castle Glynt. Why, oh, why, oh, why!
"I'm sorry the marks bother you. They'll go away in a week or two. It doesn't matter how I got them, does it?"
"They don't bother me, love. They interest me. Come clean now, someone paid you to let 'em put them marks on your hide."
"The last thing I got was money," I said bitterly.
"How about me putting a few on you too?" There it was. Honest intent! "I'd rather you didn't," I said, looking him straight in the eye. "It hurts a girl far more than you'd believe."
"Some girls like it."
"You've been reading books."
"You like it. I can tell."
"How on Earth-?" I should have kept quiet. His confirmation was one sought from my puss a lot in recent days. I gasped at the clutch of the huge hand on my fur and winced as he wiped it's gathered wetness down one of my pinioned arms.
"Even talking about it… " He left the rest unsaid.
"I'm always wet," I wailed. "Surely you could tell when… when we… "
"You like that too, lass." I was betrayed by my glands. But the mind activates them, so I suppose I don't have a good excuse. I'm bad. But I ought to have been with Yola, not this oaf. Whatever Hennery did to me would be a sort of rape. The trouble was, he had me, had me good!
"What is it you are going to do to me?" I asked without spirit.
"I want to whip you."
"Can I stop you?"
"Not really. But I'd like it if you'd ask. I mean, show you're willing."
"But I'm not!" I gazed at him in desperation. "Can't you see, I'm tired and sore and scared. I know you can do anything you like with me, I'm helpless. All I can hope is you'll let me have a night's sleep arid talk about it then. I'm beat." It touched him. It also opened up a new vista of delight: his!
"You ever been tied up!"
"You've tied and chained me yourself."
"I don't mean that. Proper like. Artistic." If I'd have had a giggle left I'd have used it. I just admitted wearily: "O.K. Mr. Hennery, I've been tied up and chained up and handcuffed and the whole bit. How'd you like to tie me up now and let me go to sleep?" He was enraptured. Men are absurd. I let him guide me to his barn. There, in a loose box with bars he tied my ankles together with rope and locked a chain 'round my neck, the other end was fastened to an upright stanchion. Houdini would have been dismayed, but I'd given up caring. I said thank you for the fresh straw he threw on the ground, then reclined on it as best I could. He threw my faithful blanket over me. Almost instantly I went to sleep. The last words I heard from him beyond the locked stall door were: "Ain't nobody never comes here, Phemie gal'." I couldn't have cared less. I slept the rest of that day and on through the night. I'd wake up, cramped from the rope and chain and handcuffs, but I'd turn over and wiggle a bit and drop away again. Yola's dungeon had been good training for Mr. Hennery's hospitality. I suppose there could have been worse villains — for me anyway. Some other girl without my fire between her legs might have been in permanent hysterics. He had the decency to keep his erection until I woke up naturally and called out a few times until he came. It was morning and the sun was shining. He untied my ankles and fucked me right away with the chain still on my neck. They say it's better after a long sleep. They could be right.
"You'll have to wash me, y'know," I told him, still hinting. He loved it. I stood naked and handcuffed in his damn kitchen while he soaped and laved and rinsed me from a big bowl of hot water. My breasts and puss got lathered and rinsed until I began to pant. I mean, I'm only human and a girl! So I got fucked again and then another bath. I sure did get hungry.
"I'll whip ye today, Phemie gal'." My most recent owner exulted over the bacon and eggs. "We'll have ourselves a day!"
"You're terribly kind, Mr. Hennery." That remark would have got me at least six from Yolanda. It was pure sarcasm. But I don't think Hennery had ever heard the word. It slid right off.
"I'll tie you up in different ways."
"How nice!"
"I got a couple of whips and a good long crop. There's a cane around somewhere."
"I take it you do have lady visitors?" He looked faintly guilty. "There's a gal' on one of the farms, she'll let a chap have a go at her for a few quid."
"Is there a going rate?"
"Never less nor a fiver with Daisy. Can't rightly afford it."
"Must be a nice change for you to have me for nothing!"
"I ain't cheap, I ain't!" He eyed me sternly. "If you say the word I'll set aside a pound or so every time I lace into you. Surprise you the way it 'ud mount up." His well meant last words were not reassuring. "What would I do with the money?" I asked innocently. "I'm going to be handcuffed here for the rest of my life, aren't I?"
"I see what you mean," he acknowledged sagely. "Well, I'll get you a few things from the village sometimes. Not clothes, of course!"
"Wouldn't you like a nice ribbon in my hair?"
"I'd have to tie the bow meself," he said doubtfully. Then, in a burst of inspiration: "Wonder how it 'ud be to tie your elbows and ankles with some lovely blue ribbon!" Away we go again! Hennery was a new experience. "That would be fun," I said, and genuinely meant it. Maybe if he bought enough ribbon someone might begin to wonder. The barn was to be my place of punishment. "Seems more proper, like," Hennery proclaimed with stern morality. I was led to the place of execution like a criminal to justice. A rope round my neck and a tether, of all things!
"Saves you doing something silly." He explained the indignity.
"You do look after a girl awfully well, Mr. Hennery," I gushed. I was determined to keep whatever was between us on as light a plane as repartee and sweet innocence could contrive. My captor was oblivious of both sarcasm and subtlety. My problem would be the amount of pain he would inflict on my blameless flesh. I had an awful fear that should I degenerate into incoherent screaming he would get angry and lay on all the harder. It was hard to be cheerful, but I tried.
"Won't the handcuffs stop you getting at my back!" I asked hintingly.
"There's always your front, lass."
"And I suppose my bottom?"
"Right you are! Damn sensible gal'."
"Why do so many men enjoy whipping girls?" I've always been curious about this one myself. Yolanda and I often talked about it. It's easy to think of a lot of reasons, but they can't be proved and not everyone would agree with them. My naive query caused my captor to slow down and rub his stubble.
"Well now!" He pondered and eyed me suspiciously. "Never really thought 'bout it. Young Daisy asked me the same thing once while I was warming up her backside, but she's a cheeky baggage, so I just give her a few extra hard to shut her up. "Now you come out with it! All I can say is it's natural, ain't it! I mean ter say… what's a girl's bottom for!"