"Chap what put them cuffs on you done us both a real favour." Hennery was pleased with his ingenuity. I did the usual motions. I twisted and turned. I was effectively a prisoner. My wrists securely handcuffed behind the post would hold me more surely than a dozen ropes.
"You can wiggle around a bit like that," said my captor magnanimously. "You can even sit down." I almost said "Big deal!" in disgust, but remembered my status and said instead: "You're terribly sweet." After I'd said it I realized I partly meant every word. I was being given a day without pain.
"I'll fuck you when I come home," Hennery promised.
"It will give me something to look forward to, Mr. Hennery." Do these exchanges of ours sound nuts? They were. But they made him happy. When he was happy I didn't get whipped, or at least not much. Now we come to the real killer! When he said good-bye, he kissed me. I won't deny it was a relief. I watched him amble over the hill and then gave my attention to getting loose. Satisfied that I couldn't, I tried sitting down. It wasn't too satisfactory and I wasn't tired yet, so I struggled to my feet again and started a nice fantasy in which I was an Indian Princess captured by the Sioux and awaiting torture or worse: the worse being fucked by the Chiefs son who fancied me. It was a very nice little dream and took up at least thirty minutes and got me lovely and wet between my legs. Then I did some serious struggles. I was putting on a desperate escape attempt for someone watching. There wasn't anyone, of course, but I heaved at my chained hands as though trying to tear them from behind the post and kept bending almost double in the effort. I edged 'round and 'round my post and looked up to see if I could possibly get my hands back up and over. I then looked for the box, but Hennery had put it away in the barn. At last, panting, and with a sopping puss I leaned back resignedly and admitted defeat. I'd known all the time, of course, but it was a nice gesture. I half dozed. The sun was kind, there were no insects. I dreamed up one fantasy after another and the time slipped by. I even had an orgasm. It wasn't an earth shaker, but I saw it as a small victory. My head fell forward as I leaned back against my post. The pair of shoes did not belong, especially since they were feminine. One minute there had been just the ground, the next minute they were there. I looked up, blinking. She was my own age, blonde, pretty but untidy. She oozed hostility. "What's Colin pay you?" she demanded.
"I bet you're Daisy?"
"What if I am? How much money he give you?" Her concern was understandable. I was threatening a monopoly. I couldn't resist tossing a bomb.
"Nothing!" She surveyed my nakedness disgustedly. "Fucking liar. You don't strip and do this fer nowt'."
"I'm kidnapped. I'm a prisoner. Free me and I'll get you a thousand pounds."
"Oh dry up!" Her voice was contemptuous. "That's a fine old lot of cods-wallop."
"It's true." She looked me up and down. Then did the thing I feared most. She clutched my puss with a firm and knowing hand. When she wiped the resultant wetness across one of my breasts she asked sarcastically: "I suppose you're the Queen's long lost daughter." I couldn't blame Daisy. After all, it was too good to be true. "Don't you want a thousand pounds?" I asked dejectedly.
"Where's Colin?" She evidently considered my thousand pounds unworthy of her consideration. I would have been wiser to have offered fifty, it was more her size. "He's gone to the village," I said miserably.
"Won't be back for awhile, eh?"
"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.