The red-head shook her head. "Let him find out, after his whipping. Do you want him first?"
"Yes, please. But there's no reason why you shouldn't stimulate him a bit while he's doing it."
"No, there isn't. I'll give him quite a stimulation, too. The red-head was out of the car too, and was fumbling with the zip of her ruck-sack.
The man watched her with narrowed eyes. He thought he knew what she was looking for, and tried to persuade himself that he was wrong. When she drew a long coiled whip and several lengths of rope out of the rucksack he felt sick and cold. "For Christ's sake," he said, "you're not going to use that, are you?"
The red-head uncoiled the whip. It was about a metre in length. "Yes," she said silkily. "What else?"
"Get your clothes off," said the blonde.
"Now, look!" he protested. "This is all going too far. I'd love to make love to you, both of you-but please put that whip away. I'm sure you're not serious."
"No?" said the red-head softly. She raised the whip and brought it down hard across the front of his legs. He yelled with pain. "What would you say now?" she asked. "Am I serious or not?"
"Yes," he gasped. "But please don't be."
"That's better. Now get undressed. Quickly."
"We'll have to gag him," said the blonde. "That noise could be heard a long way away. What'll happen when you really start?"
"Yes," said the red-head. "We'll gag him." She put her hand back into her ruck-sack and took out a pair of silk stockings. "These will do very well."
He stood there watching her, wondering what to do. He could quite easily overpower them if he chose his moment carefully. He turned his head to the blonde. The pistol was still in her hand.
"I think I know what you're thinking," she said. "But I'll shoot you if you make any trouble. Not to kill, of course. But I'll shoot you in the leg or the foot. And I'm quite a good shot. Look down at that leaf beside your left foot."
He looked down at the leaf.
She pulled the trigger.
He jumped at the unexpected noise. A small round hole appeared in the centre of the leaf.
"Do you see what I mean?" she said.
The red-head said angrily: "Are you crazy? Do you want to bring the whole neighbourhood? For God's sake don't use that thing just for the fun of it."
"You're right," said the blonde. "Sorry. The sooner we get him tied up the better."
"Will you please-?" he began.
"No," said the red-head. "We won't, whatever it is. Now get undressed, damn you." She swung her whip again. It cracked across his shoulders. He gave another yell. "Quickly! Come on, strip!"
He drew a quick breath and began to take off his clothes. When he was naked, the red-head put down the whip and took a length of rope in her hands. She went behind him. "Put your hands behind your back." She tied his wrists expertly. "That's better." She looked at the blonde. "Now you can put that damn gun away."
"All right," said the other, and put the pistol into her pocket. She undid the zip of her jeans and pushed them down to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she said: "This ground is a bit rough. We'd better have a blanket or something." She turned to the naked man. "Have you got one in the car?"
"Yes," he said, his eyes on her shapely legs. "In the luggage compartment."
"Where's the key?"
"It's open."
She went to the back of the car and fetched a rich-looking plaid rug. "You must be quite well-off," she said, as she spread it on the ground. "Everything you have is very expensive. Who are you?"
The red-head stooped and took his wallet out of the jacket he had thrown to the ground. She opened it and took out a card. "He is the Baron Wilhelm Franz-Ruller of Koburg-See. Hmmm. Is he, indeed? It's the first time I've whipped a baron." She put the wallet back into his pocket. She picked up the whip.
The blonde lay down on the rug and wriggled out of her pants. She held up her arms. "All right, my baron. You can come and excite me now."
"Wait a minute," said the red-head. "I must gag him first."
"Not yet, for God's sake. I need his mouth too."
"Yes, of course. But he's going to make a lot of noise."
"Don't whip him too hard, then. Just stimulate him a bit. In any case I don't want you whipping him into impotency. Wait till I've finished. You can gag him afterwards when you start on him yourself."
"All right," said the red-head. She swished the whip through the air. It made a fearful seething noise. "But don't take too long."
The man gazed at her in awe. He had till that moment been half-hoping that she was not serious about whipping him, that she had only been trying, for some reason or other, to frighten him. Now he saw the look in her eyes as she swished her dreadful whip. It had a terrifying light of calculated cruelty. He watched her draw the whip slowly, almost caressingly, through the fingers of her free hand. His faint hope died away. He shivered.
He looked wildly around the clearing, pulling at the ropes that bound his wrists. They did not give as much as a millimetre. He wondered whether he should run for it. He was so frightened that his nakedness did not matter in the least. But he doubted whether, with his hands tied behind him, he could run faster than the girls. He would probably lose his balance and trip. And then what would this terrible girl do to him with her whip? Anger would be added to calculated cruelty. And yet… if he could reach the road… and start shouting… Somebody might-just might-be within earshot. But then, what about the gun? Would the blonde dare to do as she had threatened? She had proved she was a good enough shot, but surely she wouldn't dare…
The red-head seemed to read his thoughts. She picked up another length of rope. "It would be most unwise to try to run away. But you're probably frightened enough to try it. So I'll just tie your ankles and make sure of you. I don't want that damn gun being used." She moved beside him, looped the whip round his neck, and stooped to his feet. She quickly tied his ankles tightly together. "Now you'll have to jump when you want to move." She stood up and took the whip back into her hand.
"Come on, come on!" said the blonde, from the rug. "What are you waiting for?"
He turned his head and looked down at her. She had let her arms fall to her sides. She had opened the front of her suede-leather jacket and her silk blouse. Except for a tiny brassiere she was naked underneath them. She wag very lovely. He caught his breath sharply and felt desire flood through him. Momentarily he forgot his fear of the other girl and her whip. He gazed at the blonde hair of the mound, and at the long shapely legs stretched lazily out on the rug. And he gazed at the soft suede-leather jacket and wished his hands were free to touch it. His penis began to grow.
He made a number of small hops until he reached the side of the rug. He bent his legs and knelt. "It's damned difficult with my hands and legs tied like this."
"Never mind. Come on. Put your mouth to my breasts." She put a hand to the brassiere and pulled the breasts free. They were large and firm.
Still kneeling, he bent his body downwards and* put his lips first to one and then to the other.
She put up a hand and took hold of his penis. Due to his condition of fear it had been only half-erected. Now, at her touch, it grew to its full erected size. She caressed it lightly and then let her fingers play delicately with the bag of his testicles. She began to breathe in quick gasps.
The red-head also began to breathe quickly as she looked at the man's kneeling posture, his head down to the blonde's breasts and his bottom high up and tightly stretched. She drew her whip through her fingers again and moved into position a few feet away from him, on his left. She raised the whip slowly to the height of her shoulder, poised it there for a second as she took careful aim with her eye, and then brought it down quite lightly across the exact centre of his buttocks.