Whiplash!

by Candace Smith

  Rylee tried to do as she asked, and still thumped softly when she landed. She felt a soft lash across her back and shrieked, scrambling quickly backwards. When she looked up at Emmy, she saw a piece of cotton rope in her hand. “Position, slave,” Emmy warned.

  It was what she expected, for the girl to be terrified of a lash, and that certainly would not do. The girl was already crying while she struggled to kneel. Emmy spent an hour with the girl rising and falling, and slapping the soft cotton rope against her until she no longer recoiled. She was able to complete the exercise much more smoothly.

  After lunch, the boys took off to the quarters. Rylee was still off limits to them. Carlton was impressed with Emmy’s efforts with the girl, and Rylee’s ears picked up his discussion that both Alma and Tammy were gone. The relief that flooded through her was intense, because she had been having nightmares of Alma capturing her again.

  When Carlton walked out the door, Emmy called Rylee back to the bedroom and attached the chain. She left it on her the rest of the afternoon and through dinner, without allowing her to relieve herself. By the time she stood over the sink to do dishes, her thighs were soaked and she was crying again while she tightened her bottom and channel to calm the insane need. At the sight of the heated slave, the boys quickly excused themselves and ran to the quarters.

  “Stand in front of Carlton and hold your ankles,” Emmy ordered.

  “It might be too soon for this,” Carlton warned.

  “Nonsense, she’s fine. If we wait any longer, she’s going to use this to keep from training,” Emmy replied.

  Carlton looked at the glistening pussy exposed to him, and his shaft and balls tightened. He picked up the crop by his chair and slammed it across her thighs. The girl screamed and jerked forward. “Get those feet planted,” he thundered. He was pleased at her immediate response to get back into position. Carlton landed two more blows that were hard enough to leave healthy pink stripes.

  Rylee was panicked when the first blow hit, but the vision of Alma and the whip quickly faded, and in her mind she saw her Master. The thrashing was hard, but not with hatred fueling a cruel blow. The liquid in her channel seemed to increase with a squeezing push each time the crop came down, and the vibrations on her tortured clit and nipples seemed more demanding. After the third blow, her thighs squeezed together and she gasped out a climax that she knew she would be punished for. Emmy looked at Carlton in triumph at correctly guiding their slave back from the precipice of despondency.

  By the next day, the boys were allowed use of her again, and things had gone back to normal… at least, normal for their family. Rylee was gardening and doing the cleaning in the house, and she was occasionally called over to relieve one of the men throughout the day.

  “Into the bedroom, girl,” Emmy ordered. It was afternoon and all the chores were done, and the men were not expected to return for hours. Emmy disrobed and lay down on the bed, ordering the girl to join her. Rylee felt the woman’s fingers trace over her nipples and lightly tug at the rings. They feathered over her belly and between her legs, lightly pushing until the girl spread her thighs.

  Rylee was silent and closed her eyes, trying to figure out what Emmy’s ultimate plan was. By the time the long fingers reached her pussy, she was damp and clenching at the gentle ministrations. Her eyes flashed open briefly when she felt soft lips encircle an erect nipple, and then they closed again and she returned to a floating dream that she was out of this nightmare and with a lover. More and more often, the mystery man who occasionally surfaced had Carlton’s gray eyes.

  Rylee had begun to push into Emmy’s hand without realizing it, and Emmy smiled against the tight bud she had been nipping. She took one of the girl’s tightly fisted hands and pried open her fingers to pull it across her breast. Rylee felt Emmy’s mound in her hand and remained still for a moment before resting back into the passion the woman was arousing, slowly kneading the soft flesh and finding the taut peak with her thumb.

  The anticipation that Emmy was going to inflict some kind of torment began to fade as she felt herself caught up in the pulsing heat that the woman was demanding of her. Emmy heard her mewling whimpers of confusion at her gentle ministrations. Yes, girl. I control all of it, both your pain… and your pleasure.

  She knew she had her when her trembling fingers dragged down her stomach and stroked between her curls. Emmy mimicked her actions as her attentions became more demanding. The small finger rubbed through Emmy’s juices and softly stroked her enflamed clit. Emmy gasped and flicked the jeweled ring piercing her slave. Fingers delved and stroked, and she felt the girl’s channel begin to spasm in time to hers. They erupted almost in unison, and Emmy pulled her onto her chest while the girl’s arm wrapped around her and she cried. It was the most kindness Rylee had felt in more than a torturous month.

  There were other small changes, concerning one of the boys. When Steven gripped the sides of her face to delve deep, reminding Rylee again how much more he resembled his father than Brian, his thumb would stroke down her jaw when he was finished. Brian was not as intense as his brother, and Rylee somehow felt unclean, like being nothing more than an anonymous outlet for his release.

  Steven began to make excuses to come home in the afternoon, while Brian spent time with his cousins and cruising the settlement. Rylee caught Steven staring at her while she was out back in the garden. The look was the same one Carlton had given her when he had greeted her at the lodge so long ago. What neither had noticed, was Emmy watching from the back door.

  Chapter VI

  Summer was almost over, and Carlton was gone for longer periods discussing the Harvest Celebration next month. This was an event the clans had celebrated for centuries, and although they no longer used it to recognize the crops, it was a time for the clans to get together before the harsh mountain winters made the trails impassable. All four settlements would be isolated until the spring thaw. This year, the Tyler clan was in charge and they would all travel to the north.

  Carlton was debating with his brothers who to leave in charge of a skeleton crew at the settlement. They had all been gradually reducing their selection to Hank when they received an unexpected visitor. Jordon was back. There was a mixture of sadness and determination on his face.

  He told them that Alma kept telling him to return home and to move on. She never totally recovered from the humiliation of her actions in front of her sons when she had beat Carlton’s slave, and she blurted out that horrid confession. Jordon told her he would never leave her alone, and in a lucid moment she made a decision and rose in the middle of the night. He woke to find her the next morning in the bath with her wrists cut.

  “I’ll watch the settlement. I need something to keep me occupied just now. Please, Carlton, I’m fine. I need to do this.” The three men looked into their father’s weary eyes and immediately agreed that it was the best solution.

  When Carlton announced to Emmy that Jordon would be watching the settlement in their two-week absence, Emmy looked up at him cagily, “So, this means Hank will be going to the celebration? And his slave?”

  Carlton looked a little confused at her interest, and then it dawned on him. “Yep, and your sister and Donnie are due back in a few days,” he smiled.

  Emmy had a lot of preparations for Rylee before they left. She began digging through the bag of leathers and doctor’s toys, and the girl found herself erotically tormented on a daily basis. Next to the chains, which continued to be a favorite for the family, Emmy liked another set of leathers.

  She had Rylee stand while she applied the debasing strips. A half-inch belt circled her waist with small straps ending in clips attached to it. Two of the straps reached up, once again restraining her breasts at the base. Rylee knew the painful throbbing would slowly build. Two more strips were attached at the sides, and the hooks on these were attached to her labial rings, spreading her wide open. Rylee looked down in horror as her clit ring was fully exposed.

  Emmy dug through the doct
or’s pouch of accessories, and found a flanged phallus that would remain seated inside the girl, with a little help from constricted muscles. There was a small rubber protrusion leading up from the flange that nestled strategically at the base of her clit. When the device was turned on, Rylee was lubricated and pulsing within minutes, and her exposed folds glistened around her erect reddened clit.

  Emmy had her standing in the middle of the living room, clenching her bottom and frantically rubbing her fingers through the bottom of her braid while she ordered her to keep her teary eyes open… Carlton loved to see her eyes that way… and she was instructed not to dare let the vibrator dislodge.

  The men came home and stopped in their tracks to look at the miserably aroused girl. Carlton quickly composed himself, and as with Emmy, he focused on Steven’s expression. Brian merely looked like he wanted to jump the girl or run to the quarters… but Steven… Steven had a deep sadistic gleam to his gray eyes that bespoke how deeply this torture itself was arousing him. It was the same look that his father’s eyes held when Emmy fell in love with him, and the parents silently nodded.

  Carlton handed Brian the flogger. “Three across her bottom, and I want to see stripes. We need to cool her down.”

  The boys had never struck her before, and Rylee flashed onto the scene with Tammy, so long ago. She felt the hard crack and she let out a sob, but kept her feet planted. Two more followed and her hips rocked slightly, as a confusing aroused cramp added to the pressure in her core.

  The crop was handed to Steven. “Three across her chest, and at least one had better hit the nipples.”

  Steven was almost drooling when he approached her. He could tell by her breasts’ swelling that they were already painful, and she sobbed when he rubbed his thumb across her nipple. He stood slightly to the side and his arm came down, leaving a perfect stripe centered on her breasts. She buckled and fell forward, shrieking.

  “Position,” he warned, and the girl clumsily returned to her feet, pleading to him with her eyes. Once more, the strike was exact, and once more she fell.

  It was the first time she had begged in a long while. “Please, Master. I can’t.”

  “Position,” he demanded. Emmy and Carlton watched his eyes. Although intensely aroused, there was no loss of control. The girl sobbed, and Emmy saw her grip her braid as she forced herself to stand still. The third strike left its mark across the top of her breasts, and Carlton thought it was a deliberate miss, which showed his son had control over his emotions.

  “Shit, Steven. Let me try for the third one.” Brian was rubbing himself with excitement.

  Steven handed the flogger to his father. “Nope. Dad said three for each of us, Bri. You already had yours.”

  Rylee screamed when her breasts were unbound, and Emmy kept the bottom half of the waist harness attached. Brian quickly jerked inside her bottom while Steven pushed into her quivering mouth. Somewhere in the distance, her Mistress gave her permission to cum and both boys grunted their release as she spasmed in aroused fury.

  Two days later, Donnie and Cass returned to the settlement for their brief respite from the flatlands. Cass was delighted to see the progress Hank and her mother had made with her slave. Even with the ring, the woman was adept at servicing her pussy, while Hank thrust into her from behind. The woman was older, but Cass did not mind when she learned she was the wife of the whiplash she and Donnie had procured. She was even more delighted to hear her sister had the daughter.

  “Where’s the husband? What the hell was his name, again?”

  “Richard. Aaron took him north, so we might see him at the celebration,” Hank informed her.

  “Have we had a mother and daughter reunion, yet?”

  “I think Emmy wanted to wait for you to get back so we could all enjoy it,” Hank smiled.

  Cass walked over to her sister’s later in the afternoon. She looked at Rylee who was standing in the bottom harness and fighting her climax with the chains today. “I need to get some toys for my slave before we leave,” Cass said.

  “You might just order the same thing. It could be quite arousing to have them dressed alike up there,” Emmy suggested. Cass envisioned the duo and agreed.

  “Rylee?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” she gritted out.

  “I’d like you to meet my sister, Cass. Come greet her properly,” Emmy purred.

  Cass quickly lowered her jeans, and Rylee nervously knelt between her legs. Emmy said, “You may break position and use your hands.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Rylee expertly drove the woman to climax, and knelt back with her cream shining on her cheeks.

  Emmy said, “Cass was instrumental in bringing you here. She was the woman your stepfather was screwing.”

  Rylee looked up in shock. The woman, who still scented her face, was responsible for destroying her life. Cass was thrilled to see her horrified reaction. “If it’s any consolation, we got almost three hundred grand for the house… and I loved the garden,” she laughed.

  After making their plans for later that evening, Cass left and Emmy removed all of Rylee’s attachments. She had her go wash and make dinner, while she informed Carlton of the upcoming festivities. They agreed Donnie should be present as well.

  Donnie mentioned it to Carlton’s brothers, and soon they asked to attend with their wives. Apparently, the mother and daughter together was an event that they were all looking forward to.

  Rylee knew something was planned as she nervously finished the dishes while the boys dragged the dining room chairs into the living room. Phillip arrived with his pretty blonde wife. Cameron was next with his, and then a man named Donnie walked through the door. He was a cousin to the brothers.

  Rylee was kneeling between Emmy and Carlton’s chairs when Steven opened the door to Cass and Hank, and Rylee gasped when she saw the slave quietly following behind them. Her mother was decorated in Hank’s leathers, with plain gold rings that matched Rylee’s piercings. Her lips were forming an ‘O’ as if they were formed over something. When she saw Rylee, she tried to stretch her mouth into the smile that did manage to reach her eyes.

  For a moment, Rylee had the crazy thought that these people did not know who the woman was to her, and then her eyes traveled to Hank’s sadistic gaze. Marcy was told to kneel in the center of the room, and Rylee was sent to kneel in front of her. Carlton smiled at her little fingers stroking through her braid.

  Steven and Brian delivered glasses of brandy and sat down on the carpet by their parents. “I take it you and Cass have come up with a proper reunion for our slaves?” Carlton asked Emmy.

  “We thought we would save more strenuous exercise for the celebration, when the other patriarchs could enjoy it,” Emmy replied. “For now, we thought a simple, proper greeting would suffice.” She turned her attention to her slave. “Rylee, stretch out on the floor and show us that pretty pink cunt.”

  Rylee jerked at the order, and the beautiful tears filled her eyes, quickly mirrored by her mother. “Yes, Mistress.” She lowered into position.

  “Marcy, all fours on top of her, and spread your thighs so she can see that pussy of yours,” Cass ordered. Marcy remained in her silent, shocked kneeling position. Cass jumped to her feet and lashed a crop down on the woman’s shoulders. Hank had warned her that the slightest punishment crushed the woman, and she quickly positioned herself. Cass looked around in mock embarrassment. “I see Hank has been a little lax in our slave’s training.”

  “I wanted to save some of the fun for you,” he retorted playfully.

  “Now, slaves,” Emmy instructed. “You have three minutes to properly greet each other, and both of you must cum or both of you get caned.”

  Neither Cass nor Emmy were sure about Marcy, but Emmy was certain Rylee would do anything to keep her mother from being whipped, and presumably the mother would feel the same about her daughter.

  Rylee felt a splat on her thigh, and realized her mother was crying. Her own tears had not begun to fall, and she loo
ked up at her mother’s sex, raised a few inches above her face. Her frantic mind hated these cruel people who enjoyed their loves and their families while ripping hers apart for their sadistic, debased pleasure. A slight pulse in her mother’s channel, reminded Rylee of Emmy’s warning. With the whole family gathered around to watch, Rylee had no doubt that eventually they would arrive at the right threat to have their desire fulfilled. The thought of her mother being bound and caned because Rylee hesitated made her shudder. She reached up and gently wrapped her hands around her mother’s bottom and pulled her down.

  Marcy sobbed at the first stroke of her daughter’s tongue, and then she lowered her head. If this were the only tenderness they were going to allow them, then she would take advantage of it. They would not be punishing Rylee because of her.

  At first, the onlookers were a little disappointed at the gentle attentions the slaves were displaying towards each other. They were rewarded a few minutes later, when both women became obviously aroused and lost in their passion. The slaves received so little pleasure that their senses were heightened, enabling them to lose themselves in the basics of just feeling.