She altered her aim and began to lash him across his shoulders. His body flexed and jerked as though he was receiving terrible electric shocks. No sound but a low, continuous, strangled moan came from him. Anna's panties had been thrust too far into his mouth.
Anna herself stood a little way away to the left of the ladder. She was wearing nothing but her great dildo and her whip looped around her neck. She watched the thrashing with half-closed eyes and heaving breasts, feeling the tide of insane rapture ebb and flow over her senses.
To the right of the ladder stood Erika. She had taken off all her clothes too, but she had put her flimsy rubberised-silk dress back over her naked body. She had opened its bodice and pulled out her breasts. As she watched the thrashing she was playing with her nipples with her fingertips.
Birgitta, the nymphomaniac, was in a pitiful condition. She lay, quite naked, on her stomach on one of the sofas nearby, listening to-but trying not to watch-this first thrashing. As each lash swished through the air and cut into flesh with its s mack of pseudo-finality she gave a convulsive quiver. She felt as though a feather had lightly touched the lips of her vagina, maddening her with desire. She wondered desperately how long it would be before she could take this man and put him down beside her. She wanted to cry out to Anna to come and rape her with her great dildo, but she knew that Anna was waiting only to be given a turn with her whip and would not even hear her.
Marlene felt herself tiring. She felt slightly surprised because she knew that she had delivered only about forty lashes, and she could usually deliver up to a hundred before needing a rest. She reflected that she must be rather tired from the journey. She would give way to someone else, and sit and watch the rest. There was a good deal more to come. It would be exciting to watch it, and to see how much Per Petersen could take before he faulted.
She let her whip fall to her side. She looked round the ladder at Margarete. "Would you like to take over now?"
Margarete took her mouth away from his penis. In spite of the terrible pain he was receiving it was still erected, but he knew that it would go quickly soft unless someone else took her place at once. He wondered whether anyone would.
He did not wonder for long. As Margarete stood up from the piano-stool and picked up her instruments, Birgitta jumped off the sofa and ran to the stool. "I'll do this for a little," she said breathlessly. She opened her mouth and engulfed the saliva-wetted penis. She took the cords and tugged on them sharply.
Anna laughed. "Patience running thin, eh?" She took hold of her own false penis and agitated it roughly, so that she should be tantalised by the part that lay inside her vagina. She realised that her own patience was running thin, too. She did not know which she wanted more at that moment-to whip, or to push her dildo into someone. She knew only that she would have to wait some time before she could do anything at all to her host. She looked at Erika, standing on the other side of the ladder in her provocative red dress, and wondered whether she had been right or wrong when, at the dinner table, she had sensed some indefinable suggestion of lesbianism about the girl. It would be pleasant to use the dildo on her… She moved her position casually, and sauntered up beside her.
Margarete studied her newly-bought instruments. "I'm not hurrying," she said to the company in general, "because I expect he needs a moment or two to get his breath back." She was in a quandary. She wanted to use all three instruments, one after the other-but she knew that, out of politeness to the guests, she would have to content herself with only one. They were obviously impatient to take their turn. Which, then, should she use? The lovely slim switch? The whip? The razor-strop? A whip had already been used, and the red-head called Anna was wearing hers like a necklace around her neck. She was clearly going to take it off and use it when her turn came. That would be at least two whips used. Perhaps she herself should offer a little variety.
She made up her mind, put the whip and the strop on a chair, and took the switch into her whipping hand.
Anna looked at Erika with open admiration. "You look absolutely eatable," she said, and tentatively put out a hand to the breasts which lay exposed in her opened bodice. Erika's reaction would show whether she had any lesbianism.
Erika did not move away from her touch. She let Anna's hand play over her nipples. Her shoulders went back perceptibly as she strained her muscles to take the full lascivious pleasure. After a moment she put her hand on Anna's dildo and agitated it lightly.
"Be rougher," said Anna. "Then I can feel it better inside me."
Margarete went to the side of the ladder. "It's going to be me this time," she said. "And I'm going to use my new switch on your bottom and legs. I'll use my other things another day. Would you like to know how many lashes I'm going to give you now with the switch?"
He nodded his head. His eyes were distraught with fear. He wished he had not allowed himself to be gagged. He could then have had some chance of calling this whole terrible thing off. Not much, certainly-but he would have had more than he had now, gagged as he was with these sweet-smelling panties. He wished he had never thought of the party at all. One woman in his house to whip him was quite enough. Five was madness. They would flog him into insensibility. They might even kill him. And yet his penis remained stiff and hungry as it slid in and out of the mouth of the blonde Birgitta. Despite the agony he had suffered, he was still receiving a certain amount of pleasure.
"Fifty," said Margarete. "A nice round number, don't you think?" She went back to her whipping position and lifted her switch. It slashed down and cut into the flesh of his legs. His body jerked again as though it had received another electric shock.
"This will go on for some time," said Anna. "Why don't we amuse ourselves on a sofa while it's going on?"
"That's not a bad idea," said Erika, looking down at the dildo. "You mean with this, of course."
"Yes," said Anna, putting her other hand now to the naked breasts. "And something else, if you could take it. I'd love to do it."
Erika raised her eyes to the whip round Anna's neck. "That?"
"Yes, I'd love to whip you a little." Erika shook her head. "Not with that." She was quite prepared to accept a beating- the idea, in fact excited her greatly-but she would not allow this terrible whip to be used. Only her adored Marlene could use a whip on her. "I'd be quite gentle," said Anna. Erika shook her head again. She nodded in the direction of Margarete's razor-strop lying on a nearby chair. "But you can use that if you like." Anna looked at the strop. It would give more pain that Erika imagined. "I'd like to," she said. "It would be delicious. Then I could put you over my knees and make your bottom red-hot." She waited for Margarete to aim and deliver another slash, and said: "May I borrow your razor-strop for a few minutes?"
"Certainly," said Margarete, without looking round. She aimed again and slashed. "Nine," she murmured. "Forty-one to come." She saw that blood was beginning to spatter over the floor near her feet. She kicked a nearby rug a little further away. It would be easy to wipe the blood away from the polished parquet-it might be a wonderful idea to make Per do it himself, on his hands and knees, with everything flogging him while he did it-but a certain care had to be taken of the rugs and furniture. When she finished her whipping with this switch she would spread the car-cover over one of the sofas. He would never be able to lie down otherwise. She slashed again. "Ten," she said. "Forty to come." She felt light-headed with sadistic ecstasy. Life had never been so wonderful. This man was so utterly in her power. She could whip him to within a second or two of his life, if she wanted to. She began to feel that she wanted to, very much indeed. "Eleven," she almost crooned. "Thirty-nine to come."