Anna had taken the strop and sat on one of the sofas. She opened her legs to make a wide lap for Erika to lie on. Her great dildo stood frighteningly up into the air. She patted one of her knees. "Come on. Lie down."
Erika lifted the skirt of her flimsy dress and lay down over her lap.
"Wait a minute," said Anna. "Let's put this into you first. Open your legs. Lie a little over on your side." She guided the head of the dildo to Erika's wet vagina, opened its lips with her fingers, and slowly inserted the instrument. It slid easily up Erika's passage, making her catch her breath with delight. "Now lie flat," said Anna. Erika obeyed, and felt the dildo slide further up and into her. She put her forward in front of her and took hold of a cushion. She hugged it tightly to her breasts, took the heavy leather strop in her right hand, and lifted the skirt completely away from the delicate buttocks. "Oh," she said, as she saw the weals of Marlene's whipping of the day before, "somebody else has been doing this to you recently. Man or woman?"
"Woman," said Erika.
"It must have been quite a whipping. Let me see whether I can give you a better one." She raised the strop and struck hard at the buttocks. They gave a quiver as though the muscles beneath them were trying to escape. Erika felt the dildo thrust more deeply into her. Anna's own end of the instrument gave its answering stab of rapture. She began to strike hard and rhythmically.
Behind the ladder, Birgitta stood up suddenly. She pressed herself closely against the wood and put the dripping penis between her legs. She opened her vagina lips and forced its head into her passage. Because of the angle at which the ladder was leaning against the wall, she found great difficulty in staying in this position. Quickly she took the cords which dangled from his testicle-bag, separated them, and tied them tightly round her hips. This enabled her to keep his penis inside her, without using too much of her own strength. She put up her hands and took hold of a rung above her head. Supporting her angled weight like this, she began to thrust and withdraw her genitals over the penis that she had engulfed.
Marlene sat in her long black cloak with her legs crossed and with a half-smile playing on her lips. She saw that Erika and Anna were reaching a state of frenzy with what they were doing to each other. She was a little piqued at Erika's having gone so willingly to the sofa with Anna, but she gave a mental shrug and determined to deliver a severe punishment to the girl when she got her alone. For the moment she would not interfere. She turned her eyes to the ladder. Birgitta, it seemed, was having a very good time herself. Her eyes were closed, her lips open, her teeth showing. She was moaning with utter and final abandon. Per Petersen was also moaning, of course, from the agony of Margarete's switch, but it seemed that he was answering some of the thrusts of Birgitta, and so, perhaps, was not in such a dire condition as she would have imagined.
It would have been a gross exaggeration to say that Per was enjoying himself. The agony in his bottom and legs was enough, he thought, to drive him insane, but, nevertheless, he had received a good deal of pleasure from the mouth of Birgitta and now he was receiving even more from her vagina, even though her weight pulling on the cords round his testicles gave him spasms of unendurable pain. Inexorably, however, his juices gathered. When Margarete's switch cut into the fleshy part of his legs, they were driven away momentarily, but when her switch cut into his buttocks he received a stimulation that brought them back in a rush. He knew that, if he was lucky, he would have a culmination within a few moments.
Birgitta sensed this, and began to put a little control on her thrusts. She wanted her own fulfilment to be timed to his-if his own had any chance of coining. "Could you please," she gasped to Margarete, "concentrate on his bottom for a little while? I think he may be coming and it will stop him if the pain is too terrible."
"Certainly," said Margarete. "I'm all in favour of his having some fun too, if he can." She lashed at the buttocks. "Thirty- four. Sixteen to come. But what makes you think the pain there is any less terrible?"
"I don't know why it is," panted Birgitta, "but it usually seems to be more bearable."
"Is that so?" Margarete put more strength into her lash. "Thirty-five. Fifteen to come."
Ten lashes later, Per Petersen's body seemed to melt in a white-hot furnace of searing, agonising-yet blissful-rapture. Birgitta's body went as tense as a tightened spring as the sensation for which she craved poured over her nerves.
Margarete realised what was happening, and gave the last five lashes at the same speed but very hard. When she at last let her blood-dripping switch fall to her side, she was astonished to see that her victim was still ejaculating himself into Brigitta. "Good heavens!" she murmured, dropping into a chair. "What a man!"
Marlene took a cigarette from a box on the table beside her. She lit it and said: "I suppose we'd better have a bit of an interval now, hadn't we? And something to drink. You've probably had quite enough of whipping for the time being. Birgitta, I think, won't be very interested now." She turned her head and looked at the frenzied activities of Erika and Anna on the sofa. "And those two are too busy, far too busy."
"And yourself?" said Margarete. "Don't you want to have another go?"
"Not yet," said Marlene. "Later, of course. But I think I'll untie him for a little while. He'll need a rest." She rose to her feet and helped Birgitta untie the cords around her hips. Then she began to undo the bonds of the bleeding man.
Dully, he realised that his body had been drained of sexual feeling. He felt as though he was on fire, burning excruciatingly. The pain was terrible, shocking in its intensity. He began to feel a smouldering anger.
He lay quite still, in his agony, until all his bonds were loose. He continued to lie still while his gag was removed. Then slowly, stiffly, he stepped down from the bottom on which he had been standing. He turned round.
"Oh damn," said Margarete, totally relaxed in her chair. "I forgot to put car-cover over a sofa for you."
"I'll do it," said Marlene. She went to where it was lying, and brought it to one of the sofas. "Come on, Per. You'll be glad to lie down for a bit, I suppose." She threw the cover open and spread it, rubber side upwards, over the sofa.
While she was doing this, Per stooped painfully and picked up the whip which she had used on him. Then he moved quickly to the whip which Margarete had bought during the morning. His anger had turned into a wild, berserk desire for revenge. He put Margarete's whip into his other hand. He moved quickly up behind Marlene, snatched her long cloak away from her naked body, and slashed her, with her own cutting two-thonged whip, across her back. She screamed and turned. Another slash caught her full across her breasts. A back-hand swipe with Margarete's whip cut into the soft flesh of her stomach. She screamed wildly and threw herself on to the sofa, trying desperately to protect herself with the folds of the car-cover.
With a blazing light in his eyes, Per advanced to the sofa from which Anna and Erika were now gazing at him, speechlessly, with terror in their eyes. It seemed as though the power of movement had left them, they sat so still. Per was on them in a second, lashing and slashing with both his whips. At this, they came to life and began to scream. It was difficult for either of them to move out of the way of the lashes because Anna's great dildo was deep inside Erika.