Sandy did as she was told and she could feel copper wires being used to bind her ankles and her wrists to the four bedposts. Sensation soon left her fingertips and her toes.
Then the dominatrix bitch produced the riding crop and held it so that the little girl could see it. Sandy could feel her pussy boiling. She knew that she was to be whipped and her guilty heart yearned for the agony. She could feel the muscles in her buttocks twitching.
The blonde woman did not speak but merely held the riding crop high over her head and brought it down as hard as she could across both of the dark skinned Italian girl's buttocks at the same time. The little girl's entire body jerked as she felt the pain ripping through her. The older woman smacked the little girl's ass again and again, and each blow seemed to be harder than the one before it. The black haired teenager could feel her entire nervous system going berserk. Her eyes were swelling and turning red as the tears began to stream down her face wildly.
Then the woman whipped the backs of the girls legs and her back, especially in between her sharp shoulder blades. The little girl did not know that such pain was possible.
The dominatrix bitch then untied the copper wires and flipped the little girl onto her back. The wires were rapidly reapplied, before any sensation had a chance to return to the Italian teenager's hands and feet. Oh, the fear, the sweet fear that the small girl was experiencing. The woman put the riding crop back in the closet and pulled out a golden needle and a ring. She also had some rubbing alcohol and a ball of cotton. The cotton was saturated with the alcohol and then put directly on the little girl's left nipple. It stung like hell. Roberta Jean told Sandy that she was going to give her a present. A ring for her nipple. Of course, before she could wear the ring the nipple would have to be pierced. That was where the golden needle came in. The little girl watched in horror as the blonde dominatrix sterilized the needle with a lit match. The bitch then grabbed Sandy's left nipple with her left thumb and forefinger. She held the needle in her other hand. She pulled the nipple upward, until the skin all around that feminine erection was stretched taut and the entire breast looked a good deal pointier than usual. The blonde woman ran the tip of the needle all around the nipple – as if she were searching for a proper place to break the skin. Then suddenly, before the little girl could properly prepare herself for the pain, the woman snapped her wrist and drove the needle right into her nipple. The little girl bit her bottom lip hard in an attempt to stifle her scream of pain. She could tell that there was no way the woman was going to stop pushing with that needle until it came popping out of the other side of her nipple. Roberta Jean could have pierced the nipple quickly if she had wanted to – but she chose to push the golden needle through that hypersensitive flesh slowly, very slowly, so that the Italian teenager's agony would last just as long as possible. Finally, the black haired girl could see the skin on the other side of her nipple pushing outward. She could see the skin pop and the tip of the needle reappeared. There wasn't nearly as much blood as Sandy would have thought there to be. Only a couple of droplets of crimson oozed from the pair of wounds the woman had inflicted. Roberta Jean began to slide the needle back and forth through the hole she had made, so that this new opening would not close up the second the needle was removed. If that had been the case they would have had to start all over again. The blonde woman pulled the needle all the way out and inserted the golden ring.
"My nipple is throbbing so horribly," Sandy said with a tremble.
"You asked for punishment, and that is what you are going to get!"
"I can feel the numbness in my ass cheeks and the backs of my legs fading away."
"Yes, you will feel pain soon throughout your entire body."
"You mean you aren't through with me yet, Mistress Roberta Jean?"
"Hardly. As the poem says, you have miles to go before you sleep."
"You are removing my bondage, will I be rebound once again?"
"Yes, but first we have to go for a little walk down the hall."
"I'm not sure I can walk yet, Mistress Roberta Jean," Sandy said.
"Okay, okay, okay. I'll give your feet a quick massage to get the sensation back."
"Ummmmm, I can feel the blood flowing. The pins and needles are going away."
"Can you walk now, cunt? I'm becoming impatient with you!!!"
"I'm sorry. I'm moving as fast as I can. All of my muscles ache."
"The more you bellyache, the worse I am going to treat you," the bitch said.
"Where are you taking me, Mistress Roberta Jean?" Sandy inquired.
"We are going to the bathroom. Your ass must be purged," the dominatrix said.
"I'm not sure I understand what that means," the little girl sobbed.
"I am going to give you a huge enema and make you shit in front of me."
"Are you going to make it hurt?" Sandy asked, her knees still wobbly.
"That is probably the stupidest question you will ever ask me."
"I'm sorry. I should assume that pain is always essential," Sandy said.
"That's right. I am going to fill you with many quarts of water."
"But I don't think I can hold that much, Mistress Roberta Jean," Sandy said.
"That's the whole point. I am going to make you feel like you are about to explode."
"Oh God, it is like hell here. This is what I deserve. This is just what I deserve."
"You probably deserve worse, but I only had two days to prepare. Get in the tub."
"Do you want me to get down on my hands and knees?" the little girl asked.
"Hell no. I want you to stand. Reach up and grab the shower nozzle."
"Yes, Mistress Roberta Jean. Like this? With my wrists crossed?"
"That's right. Now I will wire your wrists in place once again," the bitch said.
"Ow! I can feel my shoulders pulling from their sockets," Sandy said.
"You sure do know how to complain. I'll give you something to complain about!"
Mistress Roberta Jean went to the dirty clothes hamper and reached all the way to the bottom where she had put her super-large enema bag.
The dominatrix bitch held the rubber bag so that the little girl could see it. Sandy thought that it looked like a hot water bottle.
The only difference was that this rubber bag had a long hose dangling from the base of it. There was a metallic clamp on that rubber hose.
Sandy Schiano correctly assumed that the metallic clamp was there to keep any of the water from flowing out prematurely. There was a nozzle at the base of the hose.
The water was to come out of a plastic syringe that was thickest at the tip and skinniest at the base. Sandy quickly figured out why the syringe was shaped like it was.
The tip was to push into her colon while her asshole squeezed the skinnier base. The nozzle would be locked inside once it was pushed inside.
Sandy could tell that it would take a sharp tug to get that nozzle out of her asshole once it was fully inserted. It would work as a butt plug to help the little girl retain the water.
Mistress Roberta Jean told her sex slave that she would be forced to take every drop of water inside her ass before she could release any of it.
If the little girl failed the process would be repeated until she got it right, only this time she would be whipped as the water flowed into her.
Sandy realized that she was going to have to relax all of the muscles astride her colon while she tensed her tight sphincter muscle as much as she could.
Mistress Roberta Jean took the rubber bag to the sink and filled it to the brim with extremely hot water. Sandy could tell it was very hot.
There was steam rising from the top of the bag. The dominatrix bitch attached the rubber bag to the pole that supported the plastic shower curtain.