"You did well," he told her, pressing the play button on the video machine. Picking up the chain and belt he tethered her to the loop then went to the corridor as if to leave. Stopping at the entrance he turned and pointed to the TV.
"In case you should stop doing well," he said. "You should watch some more of these."
So she chose another, at random, steadied her hand and slipped it into the machine. A glimpse of bare buttocks momentarily appeared before the picture broke up to be replaced by the start of a different movie. It had a title that left little to the imagination, 'Wonderfully Whipping Wendy'. For amusement someone had added the Doris Day song 'The Deadwood Stage', repeating the lines 'whip crack away, whip crack away, whip crack away,' over and over again.
The swirling mist parted to allow the passage of a large articulated lorry along the narrow moorland road. Strapped to the gleaming steel front grill of the wagon was a naked young woman. Her wrists were tied to the mirrors, her ankles to the bumper, a hood covered her head. The wagon thundered into a roadside lay-by that looked out across the desolate moor joining several other trucks already there. Doubtless they had been called to the spot by the Drivers call on the CB radio – Susan's imagination filled in and amplified the story as it unfolded on the screen, making a narrative of it for herself, creating thoughts and wishes for the people who flickered to life there -
"Drivers to the 'Devil's Pulpit'. GP at ten."
The Devils Pulpit was the code name they used for the quiet spot on the moors and, as the unfortunate young woman was about to find out for the first time, GP was their term for general punishment.
If she had known what was in store for her perhaps she wouldn't have been so slow in dropping her panties. But then again, when she climbed up into that wagon that morning all she wanted was a free lift home. The wagon had hardly travelled ten miles when the Driver asked her if she was prepared to pay for the ride.
"I've no money," she said.
"Then we shall find another way for you to pay."
The girl had taken plenty of lifts and they always wanted something, well one thing really, sex. She had got so fed up with fending off unwanted advances that she tried to choose her lifts carefully. She had thought this lift would be the safest of all. She could not have been further from the truth.
As the wagon ground to a halt the group of Drivers in the 'Pulpit' gathered around the shrinking body secured to the grill. A few of them commented on the goose pimples that her exposure had produced. One or two ran a hand round her and played with her straining nipples. Others worked their hands in a more secret place. Suddenly the group parted as the Driver and now, since this morning, the poor creature's owner jumped from the cab.
"The girl is freezing," commented one unusually concerned Driver.
"Don't worry, I'll soon warm her up."
For the first time the camera moved to the Driver. It rested on the the heavy canvas strap and followed it up to reveal the Driver to be a woman!
Susan was shocked. She had been put through so much she thought nothing else could bother her. But this, her own sex turning on another, capturing and enslaving another female in the name of pleasure?
The woman Driver motioned the others to stand back then flicked the strap along the ground. The heavy haulage canvas looked small in her hand. She was a big woman. As big as a man, and bigger than some. Her massive tits rested on a belly accustomed to a transport cafe diet and her appetite at least equalled that of her male counterparts. In some areas it exceeded it, including the need for sex.
"This young thing," she proclaimed. "Refused to drop her panties in payment for her lift."
She traced her finger up the crease of the tethered girl's bottom. "And they were such tiny ones too. Hardly covered a thing. I would show them to you but I was forced to put them in her mouth to keep her quiet. I can't stand a whimpering bitch."
Beneath the hood the girl could hear everything that was going on. She couldn't however see or speak. All she could do was listen to the terrifying words of the woman she had trusted. The woman who had the strength of a man and had used it to strip her naked.
"Take down your panties I told her. No, she said, I won't."
There was a murmur of disapproval among the men.
"Take them down, or I'll take them down for you. But she still refused. You know what I had to do?"
The others remained silent as an expectant air descended. One or two were undoing their belts and some were fidgeting in their pockets trying to make rapidly stiffening cocks more comfortable.
"I had to pull over on the Blackmoor road. I had to pull up her skirt and take them down for myself. I had to strip her, take off her top, her bra, her shoes. Strip her down totally. If there is one thing I can't stand it's an ungrateful hiker. Well now it is time to pay."
The hiker, unable to see the strap in her owner's hand was unprepared for its gritty kiss. The canvas left a wide red stripe across her bottom, its sting intensified by the cold. The second stroke landed on taught cheeks as did the third, fourth and fifth. The girl no longer felt the cold, only the heat of a throbbing backside. Her humiliation was increased when her hood was removed and her face uncovered for all to see. Several men walked around to see the girl's features, contorted with the pain from the lashing she had just received.
As the pain ebbed her features revealed a pretty young woman, with black shoulder length hair now matted with sweat. Her sherry brown eyes appealed for pity. They received none. The men moved forward and a dozen hands roamed freely over the bound body. Some rubbed their swollen cocks against any part of her skin they could reach.
"Get back!" shouted the woman Driver. "I haven't finished yet. "You'll get your turn."
As the men moved away from the hiker she noticed a line of spunk across the girls bottom.
"Christ almighty!" she shouted. "Can't you lot wait?"
A great cry of "No!" greeted her words.
"Well you'll just have to. When I've finished her punishment there will be an obedience display. Then you can have your fun."
There was a loud cheer and the woman leant across her captive and spoke into her ear. As she did so her hand rubbed the anonymously fired spunk into the glowing cheeks of the hikers bum. She ordered one of the watching Drivers to untie the hiker's ankles and she proceeded to untie her wrists.
"Hold her," she cried, and handed the exhausted girl to a nearby Driver. To another man she asked for a hand preparing the bumper. As the hiker, whose name they discovered was Cherry, was kept on her feet, Karen, the Driver, unclipped one end of the lorry's bumper and pulled it away from the cab.
The bumper now stretched out from the lorry like a huge silver lance. To support the end furthest away from the truck, a metal bar was wedged underneath it. Once that was complete Cherry was made to sit upon the cold metal, her legs pulled out to the side and pegged to the ground and her hands tied, one in front of her, the other behind. She was unable to support herself in this position and her entire weight was brought to bear on her naked crotch.
"Will you give me a hand Jack?" asked Karen. "I want both sides done."
Susan hadn't noticed Jack in the crowd until now. The man stepped forward and smiled broadly before picking up a second strap that Karen had thrown on the ground.
"Anything to oblige," he grinned.
"Then you had better come round to this side. It's her tits I'm after."
The others formed a circle around the helpless girl, who was already writhing against the discomfort of her cunt crushed upon the steel bar. The whipping began. Jack lashed her first. One stroke that landed soundly across Cherry's back to be followed almost immediately by a vicious slap of canvas on her right breast.
Pain forced her to buck and reel as stroke after stroke fell upon her body. There was nowhere to hide from its evil touch, her skin was aflame with each burning lash and her twat ached with the pain as she ground it onto the bar frantically trying to escape.