Per lashed with all his might, hitting blindly, not caring where he struck. Anna lay back on the sofa, grabbing cushions with which to protect her face and breasts.
Birgitta, still, standing behind the ladder, looked on and felt she should do something… something.
But it was quite out of the question to go anywhere near those flailing whips. There must be something else she could do…
The same thought was running through Margarete's head. What could she do? She had not the courage to go and try to take hold of his arms. In any case she would not have sufficient strength.
She saw Marlene's long and voluminous cloak lying on the floor. Yes, with that she might do something. She could throw it over his head perhaps, and then they might be able to overpower him. But she would have to be quick, while he was still whipping Anna and Erika… She could move up behind him…
She moved quickly, picked up the heavy rubber cloak, nudged Marlene to show what was her intention. She ran up quickly behind him, waited for her moment, and threw the cloak over his head.
He gave a roar of anger and tried to throw it away, but her arms were round his waist now, her hands locked. "Come on, quickly!" she screamed. "Come on, help me! Marlene, Birgitta, Anna, Erika-all of you! Come on!" She clung to him as he furiously tried to throw her off, his movements hampered by the cloak over his head and shoulders.
Birgitta came suddenly to life. She raced across the room and flung herself to the floor, her arms around his legs.
Marlene got up quickly, disengaged herself from the folds of the car-cover, and ran to Margarete's aid. She gave him a great push. He crashed over on to the floor.
By the time Anna and Erika had disengaged themselves from the dildo, it was nearly over. Per struggled on for a moment or two and then felt his remaining strength ebb and die away. He let himself go limp. There was now no anger left in his body. There was only a dreadful fear.
"Bring some ropes," he heard Marlene say.
He felt his ankles and them his wrists being securely bound. When he was quite helpless again the cloak was pulled away from his head. He gazed up at the five girls. He was shocked to see the weals on the breasts and stomachs of three of them. He was even more shocked to see the expression on their faces.
"What have you done?" asked Marlene, very quietly. "What have you done?" He made no reply.
"You really have signed something like your death warrant now," she said.
"We may not actually kill you, of course-but I doubt whether you'll be able to walk for the next few months." She leaned forward to where her whip was lying. She looked round at the other girls. "Let's do this quite deliberately," she said. "Let's each get a whip and flog him here on the floor. Let's flog him, I mean, all together-all at once."
Without a word the girls provided themselves with whips and stood in a circle round him.
He opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it again. It would be useless to plead for mercy. "Are we all ready?" said Marlene.
"Wait a second," said Margarete. "We'd better gag him again." "I'd like to hear him scream," said Anna.
"The children," said Margarete. "I know they're at the other end of the house, but-"
Anna's panties were thrust and fastened into his mouth again. "Ready now?" said Marlene. "Quite ready?" They nodded their heads, and poised their whips. A very terrible sound began to fill the room…