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FOUNDLING: AN EVENTFUL WEEKEND [ part 4A ] Sunday Morning Foundling struggled to keep up with the indefatigable stride of Mavis. The morning sun was beating down on the two tired females as they walked barefoot in the gravel and rough ground along the side of the road. Mavis wore the torn remnants of her last night's dress and Foundling a rumpled; oil stained light blue shirt. Black leather cuffs still remained in place, at ankle, neck and wrist. Foundling looked forlornly up and there at the top of the next hill was Evans standing beside his restored car. Another round of whipping awaitted them if they were even a second later than the time he had set for them to arrive. Her body already bore the marks of his displeasure this morning.The shirt causing her to winch from the pain as it rubbed against the redining skin of her back. They had been told to be back home for breakfast but it was already eight A.M. when a terrified Mavis shook Foundling awake in the hot tub. "Hurry, Hurry, Hurry, she frantically said to Foundling in a quaking voice. We were supposed to be out in front ready to be picked up an hour ago" They dashed through the silent rooftop establishment and nervously made their way down the elevator and out through the mall. Outside a silent Evans stood beside his dark blue vintage Chrysler New Yorker. As they approached he walked to the rear of the car and threw up the trunk. "Inside you lazy bitches" He threatened. And when Mavis bent down to crawl in, he reached in and drawing out a short flogger lashed her back. Foundling received a few swats herself and was stuffed inside on top of Mavis. The two were bounced around in the trunk when Evans sped away. After a little while Foundling felt the large heavy car turn off the main road to the side road leading up into the low rolling hills towards their house. It stopped and the trunk flew open. "Out" ordered Evans, the flogger in his right hand emphasizing his orders. The two slipped out of the trunk and stood, downcast in front of him. He reached in and flung a crumpled; oil stained shirt and threw it at Foundling. "Put that on" "I estimate it will take you thirty minutes to make the top of that hill. He got back into his car and looking at them and threatened. I really would try very hard to make it on time" He then roared of, a shower of roadside gravel, pelting the two females. Mavis immediately strode off after him as Foundling struggled to cover her nude body from the hot sun, running to catch up. Two panting females reached the hilltop were Evans stood waiting, eyes on his watch. "Just barley" You had better be just as quick to the next hill. He then drove off again and the two struggled after. But they were very late to the next hill. "Grab the rear bumper, right now" He threatened. Spread your legs wide" The two subservient females obeyed instantly, heads bowed low touching the bumper. "It is very apparent to me I have been much to lenient on you two. Treating you as if you were really my wife and daughter. That is a mistake I intend on rectifying" Slash, Slash, Slash, Slash, Slash, Slash, Slash, Slash, and Slash A torrent of strokes descended on the backs rears and thighs of his sex slaves. Howls, tears, cries, sobs flew from their parched lips. After a few minutes, Evans stopped. Not because his throwing arm might tire, that would not happen, but because he saw another car approaching from the direction they were heading. He reached in the front seat and put the car in neutral. "Reach up and hold on to the trunk and push the car forward" He ordered the two sweat streaked slaves. "Right now" Mavis and Foundling pushed for all they were worth. Anything to avoid more of his painful whip. The car drew up beside Evans and stopped. "Can I help, neighbor? Foundling realized it was the importer who owned the very pretty young sex slaves Sylvettia in her class and her older sister. Evans leaned on his open driver's window sill and said; "It is an electrical problem, I think. They will just push it to the top of the next hill and we will coast home. Thanks for stopping" The dark hared man nodded, glanced at the two sobbing females and their sweating bodies, struggling to push the heavy car up the luckily gentle slope of the hill, smiled, and drove off. "Keep pushing", Evans told them as he hopped into the drivers seat. An hour later the car crested the hill and the two slaves dropped exhausted to their knees. "You have thirty minutes to make it to the driveway" He threatened as he drove away. It was over an hour later when the two disheveled, footsore slaves finally stumbled up the driveway and onto the front porch. But there was a note pinned to a porch post. "Barn" Trembling from both exhaustion and fear the two slaves timidly approached the old barn and crept inside. It was obvious the new female was experiencing Evan's displeasure. Her wrists and ankles were bound spread wide to the large horizontal wagon a wheel. Her back arched upward bent across the rough wooden oxen yoke hanging from a roof beam by a long rope. Her body stretched over the beam strained to supporting the weight of the heavy iron shod wheel The two approached the sweat glistening form, covered with the obvious signs of Evan's flogger. Foundling saw she had a muzzle harness strapped to her head. Pleading tears filled eyes begged for release. Evans's dried cum ran down from a corner of her mouth across on cheek. But it was the trickles of blood dripping off her 36" breasts from a gold ring piercing each dusky nipple that frightened her. She was hoping Evans had no plans to add them to hers. "Admiring my handy work" It was Evans, approaching from the far side of the barn. The two frightened sex slaves immediately dropped to their knees, heads down in submission. "I tired of her dropping things and decided to improve her skills. She is an excellent cook by the way" "She promised to improve and I promised she would endure another whipping every time she dropped something." He calmly told the two cowered females at his feet. "Crawl over here to you new home, Mavis" He ordered and she obeyed, following him on her hands and toes. She followed his western booted feet to a straw filled horse stall. "Lay back over that hay bale" He ordered and she obeyed. He swiftly tied her ankles then her wrists to ropes already knotted to rusty iron rings at waist high. These were initially used to restrain balky horses and were quite capable of restraining the thrashing body of a female. Evans reached down and grasping the ragged edge of Mavis dress at the neck and ripped it off her.He then procedded to thrash the outstretched sex slave spread wide in front of him. Even applying it to her ass with deft uperstrokes. Mavis screames, cries and pleading for mercy simply brought only a sneer to his face. After lacing her body with a dozen strokes of the soft leather whip he knely down between her trembling out streached legs and shoved it roughly up her anal passage as far as he could. As Mavis continued to scream, he undid his fly and thrust his swollen organ into her sex. His large hands dug strong fingers into her abused ass increasing her pain. And when during his rape, her screams subsidded released his right hand, grabbed the wooden handle of thw whip protruding from her ass and shoved it in and out in time with the thrust of his cock into her sex. Flooding her vagina with his sperm continued the rape until his maleness soffened. The he stood up and kicked the bale of sraw from under her body. Mavis's weight thumped down on outstretched ankles and wrists, but it was nothing compared to the handle of the flogger being forced further up into her by her weight as it touched the floor. Evans stood watching as Mavis attempted to releave the pressure on her anal passage by taking all her weight on her wrists, but failled. Her exhausted body was just not up to the strain. You might want to listen to the cries Foundling will make while I pierce her tender nipples for her rings. He quietly informed her. You will be next" Mavis moaned from this revelation. And sobbed as she contemplated the pain and humiliation to come. "Foundling here" Evans ordered and Foundling crawled towards his voice. She had heard Mavis' screams as Evans tortured her and tears already flowed in anticipation of hers. "Up on this bale girl" Evans told her, and she obeyed. "Arms up high" And he tied Foundlings wrists to a ring above her head. He then grabbed one ankle and bending it back, wrapped it in rope and hung it from the ring. Foundling gasped as part of her weight was taken up by her wrists. And moaned out loud when the other followed. The wrists bound high above now supported her full weight, and the strain showed as tears flowed down both cheeks. Evans reached behind the waist of his sex slave and ran a rope around it and through a slipknot down and pulled it tight back up through her quim, pulling it tight right up threw the folds of her labia. A gasping Foundling looked at the rope held tight in his fist right in front of her. She saw his eyes studying her quivering body had no pity for her predicament, in them. He then reached forward and knotted the rope through the part around her waste, increasing the pressure on both her slit and her abdomen. Breathing became strained and Foundlings face flushed. He then reached behind her wrapping the rope several times around the post and Foundlings waist. This took up most of Foundlings waist. Relieving the pressure on her wrists but still limiting her breath. He then ran the rope crisscross her chest, and around the post, effectively pinning her back to the upright beam and taking all the weight from her wrists. The ropes hurt, she could only draw shallow breaths, her hips hurt from being drawn tightly back and up. But at least she was not hanging by her wrists anymore Foundling thought. Evans tied the rope off and stood back examining his work. All those knots he learnt all those years ago were finally coming in handy. Foundling head slumped forward on to her tightly bound chest as Evans walked away, but sprang right back up moments later when she heard him return. And screamed for the first of many times when she saw the white hot long needle held in the pair of pliers in his inexorably approaching right hand. |