"Mmmppphhh! Aaahhh!" Margaret wailed. The depraved dark-haired witch suddenly stopped jerking her cunt over Judeth's face. She shuddered, her legs twitched convulsively, and she came. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned huskily as her muscles relaxed and she became enveloped in an all-consuming passionate orgasm. The woman's body went limp and she sat right down on Judeth's face, resting all of her weight on the helpless girl's mouth.
The woman's weight was crushing her, and she felt as though she would soon pass out. But, at that moment, Margaret stood up and walked, quickly and purposefully, to the far corner of the room. She returned a few seconds later, carrying a pair of steel handcuffs.
Judeth gasped and tried to crawl away as the woman approached, but she wasn't quick enough. The handcuffs clinked shut over her wrists. Then, without speaking, Margaret motioned the girl to crawl into the corner.
Judeth was too scared to protest. She made her way – on hands and knees – across the room.
Margaret lifted the girl by her bound wrists and slipped the chain of the handcuffs over a peg that protruded from the wall. Then, Margaret took a bull-whip from a wooden case and stepped forward. She leered into Judeth's eyes and spat into the girl's face. The woman's spit drooled down her cheek obscenely.
Judeth couldn't believe what was happening. She had done nothing wrong. She didn't deserve to be tortured anymore.
"Now, slut," Margaret hissed. "I think it would be nice to punish you with this big bullwhip. What do you, think about that?"
"B-but, why? I did what, you told me. Didn't I satisfy you?" she asked timidly. Tears were streaming from her eyes. Her face was a wreck, covered with dried cunt-juice and spit. When Judeth looked at the dreaded bull-whip, she almost fainted. The whip was about eight feet long, and the long, thick leather looked cruel and menacing. "Why, do you want to whip me? Why?"
Margaret sneered, spat into the helpless bound girl's face again, and spoke coldly. "I'm gonna whip you because I feel like whipping you. Isn't that a good enough reason, rich bitch?"
"I don't understand. I did what you wanted. I sucked your cunt and you came. Isn't that enough?"
Her reply was short and terse. "No, sucking my cunt is not enough. I enjoyed it, and you're right. I did cum. You did a real good job sucking my pussy. But, now I feel like whipping you. You're a rich little snob, and you should be punished. You've lived a life of leisure – up to now. But, that's all over. I like whipping helpless little teenage girls. Now, if you can fund me another helpless bitch to torture with my whip, then I'll leave you alone. But," she said as she glanced about the room, "there don't seem to be any substitutes handy around here. So, I guess I'll just have to use you as my whipping-girl for now."
"Nooo! Please, you can't!"
"Can't I? Watch me, bitch!" Margaret stepped back, unfurled the lengthy whip, cocked her arm and let loose. The whip cut through the air, making a sharp, whistling sound.
The ugly bull-whip lashed across Judeth's ripe young tits. She moaned in pain as the whip sent horrible slicing sensations through her body. She shuddered and writhed about helplessly in her bonds. There was no way that she could escape the biting whip which was so expertly wielded by her dark-haired tormentor. The whip fell on her tender tit-flesh again.
Judeth struggled hopelessly, turning this way and that in a vain attempt to escape the biting lash. It was no use. Margaret could whip her as hard and as long as she wanted. There was no escaping the cruel bull – whip.
Searing pain rushed through her entire body and she jerked about in her bonds. The handcuffs rubbed at the tender flesh on her wrists, chafing them raw.
She became resigned to her fate, and was prepared to die at the merciless hands of this sadistic woman. Unconsciousness overtook her suddenly, and she slumped against the concrete wall.
CHAPTER SIX
A sharp slap caused Judeth to awaken from her unconscious state. She shook her head to clear her dazed mind and stared into the angry face of her Aunt Mary. Judeth was visibly shocked at seeing her aunt, who glowered at her as she took a long pull on a cigarette.
"Wake up, Judeth," Aunt Mary hissed as she smacked her piteous niece across the cheek. "Wake up and look at me, you little brat. Look at your Aunt Mary one last time before you die, you little rich bitch!"
Judeth stared at her aunt. It was difficult to accept the truth – that her aunt was a participant in this wicked kidnapping. But, now Judeth was certain she managed to pull herself together. "Why?" she asked incredulously. "Why are you a part of this, Aunt Mary?"
Her aunt's nostrils flared and she spit out her terse reply. "I hate your father, Judeth. That's why I set up this whole kidnapping scheme. That's why you were taken from your car and brought here. I've owned this house for years, without anyone knowing. No doubt you noticed that the furniture and paintings are similar to those in my Crystal Point home?"
"Y-yes, I noticed, but at first I didn't make any connection," Judeth stammered.
Pointing her finger at Judeth, Aunt Mary's expression turned cold as she said angrily, "Your father killed my husband. They were business partners, and your father eliminated my husband so that he could take total control of their business. I was left, without a Goddamned penny of my own. So your father, the world-renowned Bratton Brathmeyer, out of the goodness of his heart, gave me the house on Crystal Point. I guess he figured I'd be content with that. I've been planning revenge for a long time, and when you came to stay at my home, I decided to have you kidnapped and held for ransom. So, my charming niece, that is how I am involved. And that is why you are being held by my friends."
"But what… what will you do with me now?" Judeth asked cautiously. Her heart was racing and sweat poured down her face and dripped onto her naked tits.
"I'm going to have you eliminated, just the way your father eliminated my husband," she answered coolly.
"You mean, you're gonna kill me?"
"I'm not going to kill you, darling. What do you take me for, anyway?" Turning, she pointed toward Margaret. "Margaret is the one who spilled the beans about my role in your kidnapping. So, she has been assigned the job of killing you. Most likely, she will whip you to death. That's okay with me. Your father has agreed to pay the ransom. He saw some very interesting photographs of you, dear. Sage and Marvin are out picking up the money right now. Take care of her, Margaret," she said coldly, as she turned and left the room.
Margaret stepped forward with the dread whip in her fist. "This will be fun, Judeth. I've never whipped anyone to death before." She stepped forward and lashed the helpless girl with the whip. Judeth flinched and crawled across the concrete floor, trying to escape the blows.
"Step! Please! The pain… it… it's terrible!" Judeth shrieked as Margaret trained blows across her tits, ass and back. Her strength was quickly diminishing as she writhed about on the floor, the whip biting into her naked flesh. Judeth knew that she would not last long. She simply had to try to fight back.
"Take that, you filthy little, rich bitch!" Margaret rasped as she whipped her young captive. "I love whipping you, bitch! It's a shame I'm going to kill you, because I'd love to whip your ass every day for the rest of my life. Too bad you're about to die under my lash!"
Judeth summoned up the last ounce of strength that remained in her tortured body. She planted her feet wide apart, pressing her soles to the concrete floor to get the maximum momentum and stability. She knew that she would only get one chance. If she blew it, she would never get another. The whip was lashing out fast and hard, raking across her tits and ass. Her strength and will to fight were dissipated with every stroke of the whip on her tortured body.
Steeling her nerves, she took a deep breath, and timed the next whip-stroke. As the lash came across her tits, she reached out and grabbed at the strip of leather. She gripped it tightly and, with all of her might, she pulled.