Tales of the Rope novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Punishment of a Bad Girl

The whip sang a song of bittersweet revenge, hissing through the air then cracking against soft female flesh. A muffled cry of anguish echoed off the cement walls followed by a long, low moan of distress. The man holding the whip sucked in air and lifted his arm yet again.

The female was naked and held in place by ropes tightly tied around her limbs. Thin cord bit deeply into the flesh of her wrists and above her elbows, crushing her forearms together behind her back. A rope from the wrist bondage went up to a large metal ring firmly screwed into an overhead beam of the basement room. That rope had been pulled until the nineteen year old girl had been forced to bend forward. And then it was pulled some more, cruelly wrenching her arms upward and driving her head down. Her legs were tightly bound together at the ankles and above the knees, the thin cord so deeply into the flesh of her thighs that it almost disappeared. Those painfully tight ropes alone would have caused the girl to suffer agony but again the whip sang and again she cried out into the large rubber ball that had been forced into her mouth and strapped in place.

The girl was young but the body was full and ripe, the breasts very large and the bottom a full, curved target. Already that ass was crisscrossed with scarlet stripes slowly turning purple, blue and black shades. Her long dark hair hung around her head, hiding the tear-stained young and pretty face.

Again the whip sang and the teenage girl cried out in agony, this time almost a scream of unbearable torment.

The middle-aged man had lost count around twenty strokes, but it didn’t matter. The limit of this torture would be when his anger ran its course and his arm grew too tired to lift the whip. Again the wicked length of braided leather swished the air to deliver its venom.

Many strokes later, the whip fell from his fingers to the concrete floor and, with a deep intake of breath, the man walked from the basement room. Under the harsh light from the single, naked light bulb, the girl sobbed out her pain and wished she could touch her burning ass.

For a few seconds the man stood at the entrance to his daughter’s bedroom. Before him was another young woman, this one slender and pretty with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. But like the girl in the basement, she was naked and fastened with tight ropes so that she was immobile. Immobile and in pain. The girl’s arms had been bound behind her back in the same manner as the girl in the basement but with clothesline, not the thin cord. But her elbows were forced together in the same way. Her legs had also been bound together at the ankles and above the knees, again with clothesline. Another rope linked her wrist and ankle bondage, forcing the heels of her feet into the open palms of her hands. But the real discomfort had come when another rope was passed around that on her ankles and wrists and up to a metal ring freshly screwed into the ceiling over her bed. That rope had been pulled until the teenager’s arms and legs were arched high above her body, so high that her shoulders and breasts were totally off the bed, as were her knees. Only her stomach still touched the bed.

The strain she was under showed in the eyes above the rubber ball gag. For long hours she had endured the ache of a body bent backwards and almost lifted by its wrists and ankles. Her slender figure and small but pert breasts trembled from the prolonged stress, but the man made no move to loosen the cruel bondage.

“Margot is paying for her crime,” he said conversationally. The girl on the bed tried to plead with her eyes. “She will continue to pay for a long time.”