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WENDY [ part 21 ] The sound of the taxi-cab’s horn sounded as I opened the door. The driver smirked because of the way I looked. “Did you have a party?” She asked me, as promised it was the same driver as this morning. “Not really, but I feel like I have.” I said suppressing a yawn. “And how is Janet feeling now?” She asked laughing. “Oh . . . she’s tied up at the moment, but I think when the girls get home she’ll be having more fun.” I said remembering how I’d left Janet spread-eagled on the bed, I did escort her to the toilet and then back to the bed where she let me restrain her. The look on her face when I handed Adrian the flogger was a sight to behold. I heard a snigger from the front of the car, “I can imagine.” She said, and then she added, “So what have you decided?” “Sorry?” I asked, always quick on the response. “About staying here in Ropeville? Are you going to?” She asked. “Why? Looking for a chauffeurs job?” I replied. “Hell son, I’m enjoying this too much, but I’d like to know if I’m going to have to take you to the airfield soon.” She said. “That’s the problem. Would I be allowed to leave, even if I wanted to?” I said but a part of me was asking me ‘did I really want to leave?’ “I’m sure you’d be able to go, they’d have to alter your memories slightly but that would mean you’d have to let them into your brain. They’d never do it without your consent any more.” She said. There was a manner in the way she spoke that rang warning bells in my mind, how did she know so much? “You know you’re not what I expected in a taxi driver, I mean you seem to know so much about this fabled council. What exactly are you?” “Ah, that took more time than I thought! I’m the welcome wagon, son. It’s up to me whether we take you in or throw you back to the sharks . . . and believe you me there are sharks aplenty out there waiting for you.” She said and her manner altered slightly, more commanding. “But now I’m just making up my mind. So sit back and enjoy the ride.” She turned and engaged the gears. We left Janet’s house with my mind whirling. ---- Abigail’s house was in, what must be called, the suburbs, but still looked better than some of the houses you’d see on American television, more like Samantha’s house in Bewitched. I approached the door which was opened for me. Abigail was there wearing a two piece swimming costume. “You came! I’m so glad.” She said, I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I’d been ordered to go, she was so excited for some reason. “I’ve got everything we need downstairs.” She told me and almost pulled me in, I looked back to see the driver smiling at me. As I entered the house I noticed that it was tidy . . . no almost fanatically in order. Abigail noticed my look and said, “I’m sorry for the mess.” She pointed to a newspaper that was lying on the floor. “I should have picked it up before you came,” She smiled and quickly tidied up the ‘mess’, then she placed her hands behind her back, “You’re going to have to punish me for that I suppose?” She said. I now knew that like most of the people around here she was a masochist at heart, wanting to be punished . . . “Of course little girl, now where shall I do this?” I asked her, she smiled slightly and beckoned to me. “Down here, everything’s prepared.” She said and opened a door to the basement. “Mind the steps, don’t want you to hurt yourself.” She warned. I smiled as I followed her down the steps where I found a complete dungeon had been built, but what took my eye was the fact that there was a nude young girl stretched out on the rack, her mouth covered by a large gag, she looked to be 10 or eleven years old. “Who is this?” I asked Abigail. “Oh that’s my sister Tanya, she didn’t think you’d be coming today, but asked to be here just in case.” Abigail smiled and leaned in closer, “She’s been listening to stories that Amanda’s been telling about you and wants to know if they’re right.” “I’m sure I don’t know what she’s been on about.” I said but sounded smug as I said it. “Aww. She’s going to be so disappointed I even got a lash ready for her, she pointed to a wide leather belt hanging by the bound girl. “I promised her that you’d be as good a daddy would have been.” “What happened to your father?” I asked envisioning another escapee from Ropeville. But Abigail replied softly. “He got hurt at the factory, a block of metal dropped onto him . . . I was at the hospital when he died.” I could see tears in her eyes as she remembered the time. I hugged her. “I’m sorry Abigail, I shouldn’t have asked.” I said lamely. “No, you needed to know why daddy wasn’t looking after us.” She said drying her eyes. “Mummy’s had to work even harder to keep us, she hasn’t got time to look after us as well!” She said. She stood away from me and dried her eyes. “I’m sorry sir, I shouldn’t burden you with my problems.” I knew that now she was back in her self assigned role of victim. “That’s right, now where should I put you until I’m ready?” I said out loud looking around. I noticed there were several hooks in the ceiling and a set of manacles joined together with a heavy chain. These I picked up and attached to Abigail’s unresisting wrists. I had to lift her slightly to get the hooks to hold onto the chain, for a victim Abigail was very accommodating. “Now let’s see to little sister.” I said and walked to the rack. Although Tanya was bound to the frame she wasn’t tautly held. I walked around the rack inspecting her. I noticed that she was wearing a pendant and remembered the warnings I’d received about it. I removed Tanya’s gag. “Well Tanya? How far do you want to go with this?” I asked her “Please sir Abigail didn’t tell me anything, she brought me down here, I thought I was going to play, but then she went upstairs and waited for you, she told me that you were going to rape me. But I don’t want you to . . . I’m wearing the pendant . . . you can’t rape me.” She said and I could see real tears on her face. I carefully wiped her eyes and squatted down so that she could see my face. “Tanya I will not rape you, your body is safe from that. But do you want to be tortured?” I asked her. “If you promise you won’t poke me with that cock of yours then . . . yes please.” She said giving me a small smile. I looked around the room. I saw what seemed to be a leather thong bikini bottom, the leather was rigid and curved as if made for a girl to wear. I picked it up and drew it up Tanya’s legs, finding that the leather cupped her vulva exactly. And would act as a chastity belt, the leather going through her ass cheeks. “Thank you master. I thought you were going to . . .” She started to say but I put the gag back in her mouth. “Quiet young lady!” I turned to Abigail. “Now what do you have to say for yourself?” I asked her. “She’s such a wimp. When I was her age daddy had already shown me the joys of being held and raped. She’d been wearing that pendant for too long.” She finished. “That is her choice isn’t it? She’s the one who should feel comfortable with sex, she shouldn’t be rushed into anything.” While I had been talking I was attaching more straps to Abigail’s feet and then tying them apart, hearing her gasp as I stretched her. I took the lash from the rack and walked behind Abigail. “What do you say to your sister?” I asked her. “I’m not saying anything to . . . AArrghh!” Abigail said as the lash landed. I liked the way that it wrapped itself around her hips and seemed to seek out her pussy. “I’m sorry Abigail, I didn’t quite hear you.” I said in a easy tone. “I . . . I said I’m not . . . Aarrgghh. Fuck that hurt!” She said. “But Abigail that’s what you wanted me to do to your sister. Just hit her a few times and then rape her wasn’t it?” I said mildly. “No, no it wasn’t anything like that!” Abigail started to say and watched as I walked around to her front. “What . . . what are you going to do?” “Well it’s not nice to just concentrate on one side of you, I should even things out, don’t you think?” I said and then struck out with the lash on her breasts, hearing the slap as the lash landed. “Oh god . . .” Abigail said, but then I struck her again. “Oh shit . . . please don’t hit me again . . . I’m sorry, I’m sorry Tracy. I didn’t know the lash was so bad! Please don’t . . . don’t . . .” I put the lash down and walked to Tracy and removed her gag. “Well Tracy? Should I stop hitting her with the lash? I see you’ve got a wide assortment of things I could use instead.” “Please sir, I’m sure Abigail didn’t mean anything.” Tracy said, but I knew she was trying to help her sister. I shook my head, “So you wanted me to rape you did you?” I said placing my hand on her breast and squeezing it slightly. She drew in a breath and then dropped her head. “no sir.” She said softly. “So you were lying to me weren’t you?” I said gently. “yes sir.” She said. “You have to be punished for lying, you do realise that don’t you?” I asked her placing my fingers under her chin and making her raise her head. “yes sir.” She quietly said. “How old are you Tanya?” I asked her. “Eleven, sir.” Tanya said her eyes showing fear at my mention of punishment. “Very well Tanya, now remember I have promised not to rape you there’s no need to worry, I will hit you, but that’s all.” I said to her quietly so that Abigail wouldn’t hear me. Tanya gave me a small smile of gratitude but was still apprehensive as I went behind her. I tested the rack and gave the wheel a turn pulling Tanya tighter on the frame, but not enough to strain her arms. “Now Tanya, I’m going to hit you and you’re going to count each one as they land. If you stop then I’ll start again, so don’t stop until I tell you.” I said seeing her nod her understanding. I used my bare hand on her ass, not a light strike but enough to just hurt her and to redden her ass-cheeks, alternating on each one as I did so. “One . . . Two . . . Three . . . Oww!! Err Four.” She said I paused. “That was almost a stop there wasn’t it?” I asked her “No sir, it was just that it hurt me sir, I didn’t stop honest?” Tanya said. “Alright I’ll let that one pass, now what number were we on?” I said “six sir.” She said quietly. “No Tanya! We’ll start again then.” I said I was going to stop at eleven but I would carry on to 20. “Oww, One . . . Two . . . Oww, Three . . . Four . . . Five . . . Oww Six.” She counted on each strike, giving an occasional moan of pain. I completed the set of 20. “There now Tanya, that wasn’t so bad? Was it?” I said to her. “No . . . no, sir.” She said. “Right, now I’m just going to see to your little tits and then I’ll return to your sister.” I said to her. She tried to struggle but the frame held her too much. I smiled at her face and then went onto my knees so that my face was in line with her torso. “You don’t have to be frightened Tanya, sometimes what may be called punishment is really pleasure in disguise.” I said to her as I pressed my hands on her small breasts. The problem with young girls is that their breasts, when forming, are very tender and even the lightest touch on them can be painful and I could see Tanya wincing as I press on them. “You see how that hurts?” I said to her and she nodded, “Now for the pleasure.” I said and bent forward, taking one in my mouth, sucking it until I felt it react, becoming engorged. Then I turned my attention to the other one, doing the same. I again rubbed her breasts seeing her face clear as the pleasure began to make itself felt. “That’s funny sir, it feels so nice . . . you’re not going to hit them are you?” She asked fearfully. “No Tanya, I don’t want to mark such pretty little tits. I’ll reserve that for when I attend to your sister. Now I’m going to release you, I expect you to go upstairs to your bedroom and relax until I’ve finished down here, alright?” I said to her. “Yes sir, what will you do afterwards?” She asked me. “I’ll probably go home; I’ve got a daughter of my own to see to yet.” I said smiling. “I thought you’d be doing something else to me later.” She said her face lowered so that I couldn’t see her eyes. “Tanya, you are wearing that pendant. You know why and I know why. If anyone tries to do anything to you then you can call blue murder and expect people to help you. Until you decide that you want to have full sex with anyone you’re untouchable. So I won’t be doing anything to you like that at all.” I said while releasing the ratchets on the rack so that her arms and legs were loosened. I helped her off the rack and steadied her on her feet. Letting her get her balance before I sent her upstairs with a quick swat on her ass. |