No one answered. The twins looked to their mother but Jan could only hang her head in sadness that she could do nothing to stop this torture. Margaret, obviously taking silence to mean all agreed with her, put her whip down and proceeded to do as she had threatened. She withdrew some stout twine from her pocket and began binding big toes together, starting with Jan. As she finished wrapping and cinching down each pair of toes, she then tied the string down to the ring below the girl, pulling as tightly as she could to force the girl’s feet to arch downward. It did make each girl’s soles available, hampered only a bit by the rope which ran between their feet to anchor their ankles to the floor. She resumed her standing position and regained her whip.
There followed what seemed like hours of torture to the suspended girls. Margaret slashed bottom and breasts and thighs, and the soles of bare feet. The bare room echoed with gasps and whines and moans and stifled screams from tortured naked girls. Each girl suffered her own torment when the whip turned to her but also the torment of the others when the whip slashed at another. The twins flinched and cried with each stroke that cut their mother. And Jan felt every burning slash on the skin of her daughters. Donna cried for her mistress and would have offered to take all the strokes herself had she the power of speech.
Margaret did not tire. Dozens of strokes landed with force upon the defenseless maidens hung up before her like so many slabs of meat. Her strong arm delivered accurate stroke after stroke to send burning pain shooting through a bottom, or a pair of bound feet, or a breast. Each girl sweated from the pain and was soon glistening under the bright lights overhead. Margaret Summers, too, was sweating, a fine film of perspiration covered her massive breasts and flicked from her nipples as the whip cut into exposed girl flesh. And each girl had a good view of the others as they winced and gasped and jerked in their bonds.
But all good things must come to an end, and even the strength of Margaret Summers ebbed until she could no longer slash tortured flesh with the force she would like. Finally she dropped the whip by the door and walked over to Jan. She was breathing heavily as she looked up into Jan’s eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. You see what power and money can buy you? In this case it buys a team of professionals to bring your enemy and leave her before you in total helplessness. And you will remain totally helpless for a long time while I vent my anger upon your tender skin. And I have a lot of anger. A lot.”
Margaret turned to look at each punished girl in turn. Then she suddenly turned and was gone, taking her riding crop with her.
Jan looked to Donna and Donna looked back in utter helplessness. Margaret was right, they were all helpless and would all suffer at the hands of this crazy woman for as long as the woman wanted it that way. Jan was crying and Donna’s heart went out to her. She longed to utter comforting words, to touch Jan softly, and to take away her pain. But she could only hang by aching wrists and hope their suffering wouldn’t last too long.
Perhaps ten minutes later, Margaret burst back into the room. Clutched in her hand was a mass of clothespins. Without a word she went from girl to girl, attaching the little wooden demons to defenseless nipples. A minute later she was again gone and a little bit more pain was added to the suffering of the unfortunate four.
When they were finally let down, it was not Margaret Summers who did it, but Julie, her black maid and assistant in the torturing of female flesh. At first Julie made a little inspection tour, visiting each girl and examining with obvious delight the marked up flesh of each. “Margaret, she really whipped you all,” she offered. “She really likes to whip a girl. Yes, sir, she really likes to whip a girl.”
But she did lower them to the floor, But she did it one at a time, starting with Jan. After Jan’s feet touched the floor but before Jan’s hand were lowered, a pair of handcuffs were locked upon one wrist above where the ropes tightly bound them. Then as soon as Julie had the ropes off the wrists, she pulled Jan’s hands behind her back and locked the other cuff so that Jan was hardly free at all. Only then did she untie Jan’s toes and ankles. She led the whimpering girl from the room without taken off the gag. Donna noticed that Jan limped on sore feet.
A while later Julie returned and took one of the twins away.
Then the other, leaving Donna for last. Donna was surprised that she could walk on her feet. She had taken a good many strokes on those tender parts and wasn’t sure she would ever walk again. But it hurt like hell and she almost had to lean on Julie lest she fall. There was a short walk down the hall and into another room. There she found the other three waiting for her.
Each of the three had been locked into a tiny cage barely bigger than their bent up bodies. Each cage was obviously custom made for the size of the person it would contain. And each cage that already held a girl was hoisted up to swing near the ceiling, As Donna’s wrists were changed from handcuffs to being wrapped with rope again, she noticed that each of the other girls also had her hands tied behind her back and her ankles tied together. The cages were so small that each girl had to sit with her legs bent double and pulled up against her chest. Donna offered no resistance as her ankles were bound together again. Nor did she fight as Julie backed her into the fourth cage and shut the barred door. A big padlock clicked shut, letting Donna know that she would not be exiting from the cage without someone else’s help. A few seconds later she was swaying gently, a few inches from the ceiling and only a couple feet from Jan and the girls.
Julie looked at each of the girls and smiled. “You will all spend a very uncomfortable night,” she offered. “But enjoy yourselves, it will be better than what will happen to you tomorrow.” She laughed and left the girls, turning off the light as she did.
Swaying in the dark, Donna wished very hard that she could at least talk to Jan. But those terrible gags had been left in all their mouths and talk was impossible. She could perhaps utter some sort of sounds in an attempt to communicate but what was the use. She sat there in misery with burning pains in her bottom and breasts and everything else aching. When she heard the twins crying she couldn’t help herself and shed tears along with them. She had never felt so terrible in her life.
A very long time must have passed before the electric light shocked Donna back to wakefulness. She had slept now and then but only to experience dreadful dreams of pain and helplessness. And in most of those dreams it was her beloved mistress Jan who was being tortured and feeling the pain. There were periods between the fitful naps where she was aware of every pain in her body from her aching jaw down to the sore soles of her feet. The bent up position was uncomfortable at best but she was used to that kind of treatment. And the twins could take far more than she could, she was sure. It was Jan she worried about. During one of those periods of wakefulness she had heard whining sound from the direction she thought Jan’s cage was. It was hard to tell in the complete darkness, but it didn’t sound like either of the twins. There had followed muted grunts and what sounded like a naked female body jerking against iron bars in frustration. Donna felt terrible. Jan didn’t deserve this and was certainly not used to this type of treatment.
Jan’s was the first cage lowered to the floor by Julie and the first girl let out of the iron barred prison. Her ankles were untied but the ropes were replaced with handcuffs. Then the gag was taken out and it hurt Donna’s heart to see the pain in her mistress’ eyes as she tried to talk. Her jaw didn’t seem to be able to work properly.