Chapter Three
Twenty minutes later, Derek returned, his hair wet and slicked back from the
shower. His rubber soled shoes made no sound as he approached the living room.
The rhythmic sounds of hands slapping breasts could still be heard clearly. The
girls' heavy breathing could also just be heard, the exertions of the past
twenty minutes obviously taking their toll.
" Look, why don't we take a break?" said Heather's tired voice. "My tits are
bruised and red enough to convince him that we have been good girls and so are
yours."
"No." replied Lisa voice. "There is no way that I am taking the risk that
Derek might tell Carlos that I was not doing my best. Derek might kill us by
accident, but Carlos will slaughter us like hogs along with our friends and
families. Besides, as long as Derek thinks that I am cooperating he will not
hurt me as badly as if he had to tie me down; I hope."
"Oww!" yelp Heather as what sounded like an extra hard slap from Lisa cracked
home. "OK! OK! It was just a suggestion!"
Derek stepped through the door. "Lisa is a smart girl. Just do as I tell you
and you both might get out of this in one piece." He smiled as Heather
jumped guiltily. Motioning the panting girls to stop, he examined their
breasts. The outer sides of both the girls' breasts were deep red and bruised
from the beating they had taken, the skin glistening from the sweat that
coated the un- bruised areas. Cupping Lisa's breast in his palm, her flesh felt
feverishly hot. It was obviously very sore as she grimaced at his touch.
Heather's tits were in the same condition, although she reacted to his touch
with "oohs" and "owws". Satisfied, he let them take a ten minute rest.
"Break time's over!" Derek announced, clapping his hands. "Both of you
strip! I want to see some pussy!" he said, deliberately being crude.
Lisa stood up, unhooked her skirt and pulled it down over her hips along with
her panties in a smooth elegant motion. Naked, the tall beauty stepped over to
Derek like a model on a catwalk, her hips swaying gently. She was clean shaven
between her legs and the slit of her sex could be clearly seen. Meanwhile, it
was obvious that Heather was not a experience in taking off her clothes on
command. She had gotten her feet tangled up in her trousers and panties, and
was almost running to catch up with the other woman. Heather was not shaved,
although her dark pubic hair was sparse and neatly trimmed.
"I want to whip your cunts. Do you have anything that I can use?" Derek
asked, knowing that Carlos would have made sure that all the necessary "tools"
were in stock. He looked at Heather, who had a "Who? Me?" look on her face.
With a sideways glare at Heather, Lisa said "You can find the stuff you need in
that cabinet in the corner Derek."
Opening the cabinet, Derek found an amazing collection of whips, crops, clips
and other accessories including some devices that obviously needed instruction
manuals or were more suited to trapping dinosaurs. Whistling a Christmas carol,
he carefully went through the selection before picking a foot long leather
strap. It was about an inch wide and as thick as a normal man's belt. "Just the
thing!" he announced, waving the implement at the two women merrily. Heather's
hand involuntarily moved to cover her mound.
Slapping his palm with the strap, Derek walked back to his seat.
"I want to get started right away, but I want my lunch too. So, one of you
will have to go get lunch from the kitchen, while I begin on the other" he
announced. "Who goes first?" he asked, letting his eyes catch Lisa's
momentarily.
"I'll go first." said Lisa before Heather could respond. Surprised,
Heather nodded in agreement. "Where do you want me?" asked Lisa.
"Up on the table on your back." answered Derek, pleased. His prick
throbbed agreeably as he watched the blond woman climb up on the table, bend
her knees and spread her thighs, wide.
"Is this OK?" she asked.
Derek picked up a small cushion and pushed it under her hips. "Pull your knees
up a bit more, and please open up your pussy for me. I want to hit right
inside."
Obediently, Lisa reached around her thighs to spread her outer lips with the
tips of her fingers. After a bit of fumbling, she managed to get a good grip on
the smooth skin of her outer labia and was able to open herself out wide enough
so that Derek could see the mouth of her vagina and even her urethra.
"Right. That is lovely Lisa. Heather, I am going to start playing with
Lisa's pussy now. You run off and get our lunch. It will be your turn when you
get back." said Derek genially, making a shooing motion with his free hand. As
Heather scampered off towards the kitchen, she heard him say, "Lets start with
ten. Count them out loud." The sound of leather striking soft skin echoed in
the hallway leading to the kitchen.
"One!" gasped Lisa as the tip of the strap landed on her labia, slightly
off centre and just missing her vaginal opening."
Derek took aim and managed to hit Lisa dead centre with the second stroke.
Splat! "Aaahh! Two!"
Splat! "Three!"
Splat! "Owww! Four!" gasped Lisa as the strap landed higher up, stinging her
clit. The pain of this stroke was much worse than the previous ones, sending
waves of pain through her hips and belly.
"In all the story books, the girl's pussy is usually wet at this point,
proving that she is secretly enjoying it. Are you wet?" asked Derek grinning.
"I really don't think so." replied Lisa wryly.
Derek pushed a finger into her widespread vagina, drawing a yelp from Lisa as
his touch rasped the dry sex flesh. "Dry as a bone." reported Derek. "How
disappointing." he said, shaking his head with a sly smile. "Oh well..."
Splat! "Five" gasped Lisa.
As Derek swung the strap for the sixth time, Lisa's body reflexively shrank
back from the blow, the muscles of her pussy squeezing down in anticipation of
the pain. Even her clit visibly drew back. Derek stopped the blow before the
leather touched her cringing pussy and waited, smiling.
"Sorry!" said Lisa in recognition of her failure. With a visible effort,
she relaxed her muscles and pushed her pussy out in greater prominence, making
sure that she was as open as possible to the whip.
The pussy whipping continued.
When Heather returned to the living room, she heard Lisa moan and gasp "Fifty-
two". Her eyes were red and there were traces of tears. Heather was surprised
to see that Lisa's pussy showed little sign of the beating that it had taken.
The inner labia were red and swollen, but that could be mistaken for sexual
arousal.
"Ah! Lunch!" exclaimed Derek. He lowered the whip and patted Lisa's pussy
mound like he would a responsive dog. "You can get up now."
"Hmm. I can't eat and do Heather at the same time. Tell you what," he
continued brightly, "Lisa can do the honours while I eat. I love having a show
to watch with my meals."
Derek settled down at the end of the table with his steak, with Heather's pussy
two feet away from his plate. Lisa sat astride Heather's chest, her swollen
pussy almost pressed into Heather's face. Derek ate the steak with obvious
gusto, chewing almost in rhythm with the strap that Lisa cracked ruthlessly
down on the other woman's spread pussy. Lisa did not bother to count, assuming
correctly that the beating would go on as long as Derek continued eating.
Finally, his meal finished, Derek let the women stop to eat, which they did
standing up, both being too sore between the legs to sit comfortably.
