The Girl With No Name

[Eulalia]

cool!

 

[Eulalia]

For better or worse, I had to follow her. The clamps on my nipples hurt more and more with every step I took, it was very nasty, I couldn’t do anything because my hands were tied behind my back. It was still a good way to home.

"Doro, will you take them off me?" I asked.

She stopped immediately, "What?"

"The nipple clamps, Doro, they do hurt terribly, please take them off."

"Of course, Lisette." She unbuttoned my blouse. "Just before we get home, my love. At the edge of the forest at Spuhl."

She turned the screws.

"Ow!" I cried, she’d scresed the down even tighter, "Don’t, Doro! Not tighter!!"

She immediately turned them further. I pulled away, horrified, Goddess, what pain!

"Doro!!!" I begged. She turned to stone. I was crying out, loud and plaintive, tears were coming into my eyes. She looked at me calmly, without showing any reaction. She waited. I fell silent. Then she was satisfied. She closed my blouse and we continued on our way. Oh God, free me, I thought incessantly, please free me from any more of this, please!!!

She didn’t set me free. I’d have given anything to get rid of the horrible torturing things, but I could do nothing. I said nothing. I was afraid Dorothea would just turn them tighter still. My nipples were howling in pain, I had to fight back my tears, there was still so far to go to Spuhl!

The minutes dragged past like we were walking through syrup, it seemed to me we were hardly making any progress, although we’d come a long way. I was suffering the torments of hell. When we arrived at the edge of the forest by Spuhl, I sent up a prayer of thanks. Dorothea unbuttoned my blouse. Yes, Doro, yes! Take them off me! Please, quickly!

"Ask me to itghten them, Lisette."

I thought I had misheard.

"Say it!" whispered Dorothy. She seemed quite calm and relaxed. I thought feverishly. What should I do? Her hands shot out, she started to turn the screws tighter, I yelped.

"Tell me to go on, Lisette!"

More? My nipples are about to burst! She turned them even tighter. I screamed and started to cry, "Dorothea! D-D-Doro," I sobbed.

"Tell me to gone on twisting, Lisette!" Her eyes were regarding me coolly and calmly.

"D-D- t-turn more…" I faltered.

She grabbed the clips and twisted them. I howled out loud.

"Now do you see where it gets you if you are disobedient?"

"Yes, Dorothea," I said.

"Will you obey me in future, Lisette?"

"Yes, Dorothea."

"Really?"

"Yes, Dorothea."

She smiled at me, "Tell me to go on twisting them, Lisette!"

Oh Goddess! I cried out in pain. "Turn them, Doro," I sobbed through my tears. She continued tightening. In my nipples pain exploded in supernovas. I was howling out loud, shrieking. I was stood before my cousin, my hands tied behind my back, I could do nothing, I had to obey her.

She was looking at me with interest, watching what was happening to me. She watched as I wept. I could do nothing else, I didn’t dare to implore for mercy, for fear she’d just turn the clamps still tighter. I stood in front of my cousin and sobbed aloud. I didn’t care if anyone could hear me in the forest, my surroundings were no longer real, I only felt the terrible pain in my breasts.

Dorothea looked around quickly. "Kneel down, Lisette," she commanded, I obeyed at once, and fell to my knees in the middle of the narrow forest road before her. She took out a safety pin, lifted up her skirt at the front and pinned it up to her blouse. Upskirt she was still wearing nothing. She approached me. "Satisfy me, slave," she ordered.

I responded immediately, sobbing I began to pleasure her with my lips and my tongue, while I was trapped in a universe of pure pain and suffering horrific agony. She started to moan. "Aah! Yeah!" She groaned in delight, "Yes, slavegirl! Keep it up! Satisfy your mistress, be obedient!"

I was obedient. I wanted to do nothing but obey. I wanted to be the most obedient slave in the world. The pain made me obedient. While I suffered, my cousin revelled in her pleasure. She grabbed me by my hair, held me close as she enjoyed my service. She loved my tongue, my lips and my loud sobs. She came with a soft cry.

Panting, she took a step back. "Oh that was good," she sighed, "Was that good!"

She looked at me. "Get up, slave!"

I immediately stood up.

When Dorothea lifted her hands and they approached me, I had to muster all my self-control not to shrink away from them. She reached for the clamps, Goddess! Please don’t continue tightening, Doro, I'm begging you! Please don’t! I didn’t dare say it out loud.

She started to turn, slowly, very slowly. The clamps opened and let my tortured nipples free. I wept with gratitude. After she’d taken the bondage off me, we ran home. When we got there, my nipples already weren’t hurting so much. Looking back, I found my experience very hot. My cousin had driven me with two tiny metal clips to absolute obedience. That such little things could do so much! It was incredible.

We went into the house and had a drink. Then we went to the workshop. Little did I know that my sufferings were not yet over...

(well, like in Melissa's logic problem in the Coffee Shop, it can hardly come as a surprise - we know, don't we? )

 

[Barbaria1]

For better or worse, I had to follow her. The clamps on my nipples hurt more and more with every step I took, it was very nasty, I couldn’t do anything because my hands were tied behind my back. It was still a good way to home.

"Doro, will you take them off me?" I asked.

She stopped immediately, "What?"

"The nipple clamps, Doro, they do hurt terribly, please take them off."

"Of course, Lisette." She unbuttoned my blouse. "Just before we get home, my love. At the edge of the forest at Spuhl."

She turned the screws.

"Ow!" I cried, she’d scresed the down even tighter, "Don’t, Doro! Not tighter!!"

She immediately turned them further. I pulled away, horrified, Goddess, what pain!

"Doro!!!" I begged. She turned to stone. I was crying out, loud and plaintive, tears were coming into my eyes. She looked at me calmly, without showing any reaction. She waited. I fell silent. Then she was satisfied. She closed my blouse and we continued on our way. Oh God, free me, I thought incessantly, please free me from any more of this, please!!!

She didn’t set me free. I’d have given anything to get rid of the horrible torturing things, but I could do nothing. I said nothing. I was afraid Dorothea would just turn them tighter still. My nipples were howling in pain, I had to fight back my tears, there was still so far to go to Spuhl!

The minutes dragged past like we were walking through syrup, it seemed to me we were hardly making any progress, although we’d come a long way. I was suffering the torments of hell. When we arrived at the edge of the forest by Spuhl, I sent up a prayer of thanks. Dorothea unbuttoned my blouse. Yes, Doro, yes! Take them off me! Please, quickly!

"Ask me to itghten them, Lisette."

I thought I had misheard.

"Say it!" whispered Dorothy. She seemed quite calm and relaxed. I thought feverishly. What should I do? Her hands shot out, she started to turn the screws tighter, I yelped.

"Tell me to go on, Lisette!"

More? My nipples are about to burst! She turned them even tighter. I screamed and started to cry, "Dorothea! D-D-Doro," I sobbed.

"Tell me to gone on twisting, Lisette!" Her eyes were regarding me coolly and calmly.

"D-D- t-turn more…" I faltered.

She grabbed the clips and twisted them. I howled out loud.

"Now do you see where it gets you if you are disobedient?"

"Yes, Dorothea," I said.

"Will you obey me in future, Lisette?"

"Yes, Dorothea."

"Really?"

"Yes, Dorothea."

She smiled at me, "Tell me to go on twisting them, Lisette!"

Oh Goddess! I cried out in pain. "Turn them, Doro," I sobbed through my tears. She continued tightening. In my nipples pain exploded in supernovas. I was howling out loud, shrieking. I was stood before my cousin, my hands tied behind my back, I could do nothing, I had to obey her.

She was looking at me with interest, watching what was happening to me. She watched as I wept. I could do nothing else, I didn’t dare to implore for mercy, for fear she’d just turn the clamps still tighter. I stood in front of my cousin and sobbed aloud. I didn’t care if anyone could hear me in the forest, my surroundings were no longer real, I only felt the terrible pain in my breasts.

Dorothea looked around quickly. "Kneel down, Lisette," she commanded, I obeyed at once, and fell to my knees in the middle of the narrow forest road before her. She took out a safety pin, lifted up her skirt at the front and pinned it up to her blouse. Upskirt she was still wearing nothing. She approached me. "Satisfy me, slave," she ordered.

I responded immediately, sobbing I began to pleasure her with my lips and my tongue, while I was trapped in a universe of pure pain and suffering horrific agony. She started to moan. "Aah! Yeah!" She groaned in delight, "Yes, slavegirl! Keep it up! Satisfy your mistress, be obedient!"

I was obedient. I wanted to do nothing but obey. I wanted to be the most obedient slave in the world. The pain made me obedient. While I suffered, my cousin revelled in her pleasure. She grabbed me by my hair, held me close as she enjoyed my service. She loved my tongue, my lips and my loud sobs. She came with a soft cry.

Panting, she took a step back. "Oh that was good," she sighed, "Was that good!"

She looked at me. "Get up, slave!"

I immediately stood up.

When Dorothea lifted her hands and they approached me, I had to muster all my self-control not to shrink away from them. She reached for the clamps, Goddess! Please don’t continue tightening, Doro, I'm begging you! Please don’t! I didn’t dare say it out loud.

She started to turn, slowly, very slowly. The clamps opened and let my tortured nipples free. I wept with gratitude. After she’d taken the bondage off me, we ran home. When we got there, my nipples already weren’t hurting so much. Looking back, I found my experience very hot. My cousin had driven me with two tiny metal clips to absolute obedience. That such little things could do so much! It was incredible.

We went into the house and had a drink. Then we went to the workshop. Little did I know that my sufferings were not yet over...

(well, like in Melissa's logic problem in the Coffee Shop, it can hardly come as a surprise - we know, don't we? )

Wow Eul

 

[thehangingtree]

Tree is not into tit torture but he appreciates how two small clamps that may not weigh a couple of ounces coupled with a short piece of rope that keeps Lisette from reaching them can cause such anguish!!!

Tree

 

[Primus pilus]

For better or worse, I had to follow her. The clamps on my nipples hurt more and more with every step I took, it was very nasty, I couldn’t do anything because my hands were tied behind my back. It was still a good way to home.

"Doro, will you take them off me?" I asked.

She stopped immediately, "What?"

"The nipple clamps, Doro, they do hurt terribly, please take them off."

"Of course, Lisette." She unbuttoned my blouse. "Just before we get home, my love. At the edge of the forest at Spuhl."

She turned the screws.

"Ow!" I cried, she’d scresed the down even tighter, "Don’t, Doro! Not tighter!!"

She immediately turned them further. I pulled away, horrified, Goddess, what pain!

"Doro!!!" I begged. She turned to stone. I was crying out, loud and plaintive, tears were coming into my eyes. She looked at me calmly, without showing any reaction. She waited. I fell silent. Then she was satisfied. She closed my blouse and we continued on our way. Oh God, free me, I thought incessantly, please free me from any more of this, please!!!

She didn’t set me free. I’d have given anything to get rid of the horrible torturing things, but I could do nothing. I said nothing. I was afraid Dorothea would just turn them tighter still. My nipples were howling in pain, I had to fight back my tears, there was still so far to go to Spuhl!

The minutes dragged past like we were walking through syrup, it seemed to me we were hardly making any progress, although we’d come a long way. I was suffering the torments of hell. When we arrived at the edge of the forest by Spuhl, I sent up a prayer of thanks. Dorothea unbuttoned my blouse. Yes, Doro, yes! Take them off me! Please, quickly!

"Ask me to itghten them, Lisette."

I thought I had misheard.

"Say it!" whispered Dorothy. She seemed quite calm and relaxed. I thought feverishly. What should I do? Her hands shot out, she started to turn the screws tighter, I yelped.

"Tell me to go on, Lisette!"

More? My nipples are about to burst! She turned them even tighter. I screamed and started to cry, "Dorothea! D-D-Doro," I sobbed.

"Tell me to gone on twisting, Lisette!" Her eyes were regarding me coolly and calmly.

"D-D- t-turn more…" I faltered.

She grabbed the clips and twisted them. I howled out loud.

"Now do you see where it gets you if you are disobedient?"

"Yes, Dorothea," I said.

"Will you obey me in future, Lisette?"

"Yes, Dorothea."

"Really?"

"Yes, Dorothea."

She smiled at me, "Tell me to go on twisting them, Lisette!"

Oh Goddess! I cried out in pain. "Turn them, Doro," I sobbed through my tears. She continued tightening. In my nipples pain exploded in supernovas. I was howling out loud, shrieking. I was stood before my cousin, my hands tied behind my back, I could do nothing, I had to obey her.

She was looking at me with interest, watching what was happening to me. She watched as I wept. I could do nothing else, I didn’t dare to implore for mercy, for fear she’d just turn the clamps still tighter. I stood in front of my cousin and sobbed aloud. I didn’t care if anyone could hear me in the forest, my surroundings were no longer real, I only felt the terrible pain in my breasts.

Dorothea looked around quickly. "Kneel down, Lisette," she commanded, I obeyed at once, and fell to my knees in the middle of the narrow forest road before her. She took out a safety pin, lifted up her skirt at the front and pinned it up to her blouse. Upskirt she was still wearing nothing. She approached me. "Satisfy me, slave," she ordered.

I responded immediately, sobbing I began to pleasure her with my lips and my tongue, while I was trapped in a universe of pure pain and suffering horrific agony. She started to moan. "Aah! Yeah!" She groaned in delight, "Yes, slavegirl! Keep it up! Satisfy your mistress, be obedient!"

I was obedient. I wanted to do nothing but obey. I wanted to be the most obedient slave in the world. The pain made me obedient. While I suffered, my cousin revelled in her pleasure. She grabbed me by my hair, held me close as she enjoyed my service. She loved my tongue, my lips and my loud sobs. She came with a soft cry.

Panting, she took a step back. "Oh that was good," she sighed, "Was that good!"

She looked at me. "Get up, slave!"

I immediately stood up.

When Dorothea lifted her hands and they approached me, I had to muster all my self-control not to shrink away from them. She reached for the clamps, Goddess! Please don’t continue tightening, Doro, I'm begging you! Please don’t! I didn’t dare say it out loud.

She started to turn, slowly, very slowly. The clamps opened and let my tortured nipples free. I wept with gratitude. After she’d taken the bondage off me, we ran home. When we got there, my nipples already weren’t hurting so much. Looking back, I found my experience very hot. My cousin had driven me with two tiny metal clips to absolute obedience. That such little things could do so much! It was incredible.

We went into the house and had a drink. Then we went to the workshop. Little did I know that my sufferings were not yet over...

(well, like in Melissa's logic problem in the Coffee Shop, it can hardly come as a surprise - we know, don't we? )

Pp thinks Lisette is very fortunate that Doro opened the clamps very slowly. After nipples have been clamped for some time sudden blood flow back into the bruised teats can add quite exquisite pain.
Pp is really enjoying Lisette's journey towards becoming the most obedient slave. It is great Eul. Thank you.

 

[Eulalia]

good point Pp, especially if they'd gone numb - Doro seems to have avoided that, obviously a skilled torturess!

 

[Primus pilus]

Eul, this image is from Top-Cat's redhead series. Red hair, pale skin. Pp wonders if this is Lisette?

 

[Eulalia]

That's pretty good - I haven't a very clear picture in my mind,
if anything, I think of her as a redheaded version of the 'girl with no name'
in the Drtikol photo - who has a bit of a 'tomboy' look -
but I think yours/ TC's fits the bill nicely!

 

[Primus pilus]

That's pretty good - I haven't a very clear picture in my mind,
if anything, I think of her as a redheaded version of the 'girl with no name'
in the Drtikol photo - who has a bit of a 'tomboy' look -
but I think yours/ TC's fits the bill nicely!

This one does look a touch too ethereal for the Lisette Pp imagines but he still likes the image.

 

[Eulalia]

22 Orgasm under the flogger

We were standing in the workshop, my nipples were still burning a little. I looked longingly at the cross, Dorothea noticed my gaze - "No time, Lisette. We’ve got just under two hours before mother comes home. Tomorrow you may go up again." She smiled at me, "Two hours is too short for you to get buckled up, hauled up, let down and showered – you’d only have half an hour, not enough exercise for you, not as much as I'm going to give you, anyway... You’re going to enjoy that! Yes, how about being hung by your arms, or being clamped in some other way..?"

She took out one of the floggers from the package. "Time to try this thing on you, Lis.” She gripped the wooden handle and let the leather belt whistle through the air, "That's just right!" Right for what? Not more weals! "No, no," said Doro when she noticed my look, "Relax, lie down, legs apart, spread them wide!" She smiled, "I won’t hit too hard. Just so that you do a bit of pedalling and squirming nicely in your shackles. Come on, get undressed and lie down under the exercise frame."

I obeyed. Beating between my legs - would she gag me? So she could cut right in? I stripped naked and lay down on the cushioned mat under the frame. Doro looped bands around my ankles. I had to spread my legs and she tied the ropes right and left, fixing them to the horizontal bar between the upraights, so my feet were raised up. Then she tied my hands above my head on the metal ring in the floor.

I lay all ready for her, helpless and spread. I didn’t get a gag. She looked at me, she had that look again, she liked to have power over me, liked to control me. She reached for the flogging whip and stepped over me. The thing consisted of a handy handle to which a leather strap was attached. I’d held that whip in my hands previously. The strap was not too narrow and not too wide, and it was soft and not too heavy. Better than a belt, I thought. This could be good for beating between the legs, the lightness of the belt would allow her to hit me even harder.

I tensed up in the bonds in anticipation of the first blow. Whack! I winced. Nothing more. It wasn’t too sharp. Dorothea started hitting, with a calm rhythm, between the legs. The leather strap slapped on my bare skin, I felt each shock distinctly, but they didn’t really hurt, just a little. I thought it was beautiful. In fact, the flogging aroused me gradually, against my will I began to squirm under the crack of the belt. I moaned. I couldn’t see my cousin’s face, but I bet she was grinning to herself.

Beat me, Doro, hit me! Yes! Yes! I arched my back. I tugged at my bonds. The feeling of being excitement grew. She was hitting the right target for me! Each clap of the belt on my bare skin set in my puss in flames, it tingled wildly. I groaned loudly. It hurt and it was beautiful. Doro was keeping me floating between pleasure and pain. I was struggling against the ropes that held me, which made me helpless, which delivered me up to my cousin. This helplessness thrilled me more than anything else, the sense of being in captivity was lovely, my bondage opened my sensitive lips, offered my feminine body without protection.

Again and again the leather strap fell between my legs, I groaned and let out little cries, they were squeals of pure lust, I was squirming with excitement, rearing up and pulling with allmy strength on the knotwork that kept me in position.

Yes, yes, Doro, yes! Yes Doro! Yes!! Hit me!!! I'm yours. Beat your slavegirl! Give me a thrashing! Give me the whip! Hit me! Yes! Yes!

I was beginning to sweat, I was gasping and moaning, I shouted for joy, oh yes! Oh yessss!!!

Suddenly it stopped abruptly. No! Don’t stop! Carry on!

"Doro?" I cried. "Keep going!"

"Want more?" said Doro, she was standing beside me and looking down at me. I was tugging desperately at the ankle-bonds but they didn’t come free. My pussy meowed loudly with excitement, she was screaming for more.

"Doro, keep going, please!" My voice was high and shaky. "Beat me, Doro! Please hit me!"

Dorothea leaned down to me, "You want to go on being flogged, Lisette?"

I was going crazy. I was just close to cumming and so excited that I had no more control over myself. Don’t talk to me! Whip me! Hit me!

"Yes," I moaned with the same, high, jittery voice, "I want to be whipped. Please hit me, Doro! Hit hard! Please! Come on!"

"You're not exactly in a position to give me orders, Lis." Dorothea had her cat look again.

I was almost going mad. "Doro, please," I begged. I was close to tears, I was whimpering. "Please hit me!"

"You want beating?" asked my cousin.

"Yes, yes!!! Doro please hurry up! Please go on! I'm begging you! Hit me!” I pleaded, I begged, I was sobbing while my pussy was mewing frantically, meowing after the leather strap.

"Then say I have to give you blows on your bare soles," demanded Doro.

"Yes, give me blows on the soles of my feet," I cried in great excitement.

"On your bare soles, Lisette!"

What nonsense! Am I wearing socks? Have I got my sandals on ?!

"On the bare soles of my feet," I cried, and twisted my back, I was fighting desperately against my bonds.

"What do you mean?" Dorothea was quite calm, "That's not a sentence."

Oh, how she’s tormenting me! "Please hit me on the bare soles of my feet," I whimpered, I was mad with frustrated desire.

"Really hard?"

"Really, really hard, Doro!"

"With a gag?"

"With a gag, Doro!"

"So you want me to you beat properly on your bare feet?" said Doro, "and gag you while I’m doing it?"

"Yes! Yes!!! Oh Doro, please! Come on! I can’t stand it! Hit me! Please!"

She looked at me, quizzically. "You’ll stand it, Lisette, believe me. If I don’t do it, you’ll have to put up with it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, Doro." I was trembling with excitement, my eyes were clouding over. "Doro, I beg you, hit me!"

"Okay" She got up and stood over me again. She lifted the flogger and slammed it between my legs, once, twice, three times, many times in perfect rhythm, perfect strength. I went into ecstasy, I was moaning loudly and more and more often small pleasure-shrieks came out of me, I completely lost control of myself.

"Yes. Yeah! Oh yeah!" I cried. "Doro, yes! Doro, do it! Hit me! Beat me! Oh yes!" I was loud - very loud. I was dancing in my bonds, dancing and singing for joy, I simply climbed higher and higher. If Dorothy had stopped now, I’d have started screaming like a banshee. Hit me! Hit me! Blow my pussy! Beat her! Make her feel the belt! Hit me! Hit me! Schlaaaag ....

It was completely unbearable, the pleasure was unbearable, I bucked up with a cry. Suddenly I felt an urgent need to urinate. The belt slapped my highly aroused pussy. The leather strap slammed on my bare skin. Oh! Oh! Oooh! With a loud cry I came. I arched my back. I danced wildly in my bonds.

Something seemed to squirt out of me in bursts. I felt small wild contractions over big, coming from my heart. My pussy felt as if someone was tickling me simultaneously inside and outside, fingering me and massaging me wildly. The orgasm lasted an almost endless moment, I was beside myself with joy.

Above me I heard Dorothea say "Wow!".

I tugged at my bondage giggling. Yes, wow! Was that a finish! Wow! Gorgeous! I was drenched in sweat and deliriously happy.

 

[Primus pilus]

22 Orgasm under the flogger

We were standing in the workshop, my nipples were still burning a little. I looked longingly at the cross, Dorothea noticed my gaze - "No time, Lisette. We’ve got just under two hours before mother comes home. Tomorrow you may go up again." She smiled at me, "Two hours is too short for you to get buckled up, hauled up, let down and showered – you’d only have half an hour, not enough exercise for you, not as much as I'm going to give you, anyway... You’re going to enjoy that! Yes, how about being hung by your arms, or being clamped in some other way..?"

She took out one of the floggers from the package. "Time to try this thing on you, Lis.” She gripped the wooden handle and let the leather belt whistle through the air, "That's just right!" Right for what? Not more weals! "No, no," said Doro when she noticed my look, "Relax, lie down, legs apart, spread them wide!" She smiled, "I won’t hit too hard. Just so that you do a bit of pedalling and squirming nicely in your shackles. Come on, get undressed and lie down under the exercise frame."

I obeyed. Beating between my legs - would she gag me? So she could cut right in? I stripped naked and lay down on the cushioned mat under the frame. Doro looped bands around my ankles. I had to spread my legs and she tied the ropes right and left, fixing them to the horizontal bar between the upraights, so my feet were raised up. Then she tied my hands above my head on the metal ring in the floor.

I lay all ready for her, helpless and spread. I didn’t get a gag. She looked at me, she had that look again, she liked to have power over me, liked to control me. She reached for the flogging whip and stepped over me. The thing consisted of a handy handle to which a leather strap was attached. I’d held that whip in my hands previously. The strap was not too narrow and not too wide, and it was soft and not too heavy. Better than a belt, I thought. This could be good for beating between the legs, the lightness of the belt would allow her to hit me even harder.

I tensed up in the bonds in anticipation of the first blow. Whack! I winced. Nothing more. It wasn’t too sharp. Dorothea started hitting, with a calm rhythm, between the legs. The leather strap slapped on my bare skin, I felt each shock distinctly, but they didn’t really hurt, just a little. I thought it was beautiful. In fact, the flogging aroused me gradually, against my will I began to squirm under the crack of the belt. I moaned. I couldn’t see my cousin’s face, but I bet she was grinning to herself.

Beat me, Doro, hit me! Yes! Yes! I arched my back. I tugged at my bonds. The feeling of being excitement grew. She was hitting the right target for me! Each clap of the belt on my bare skin set in my puss in flames, it tingled wildly. I groaned loudly. It hurt and it was beautiful. Doro was keeping me floating between pleasure and pain. I was struggling against the ropes that held me, which made me helpless, which delivered me up to my cousin. This helplessness thrilled me more than anything else, the sense of being in captivity was lovely, my bondage opened my sensitive lips, offered my feminine body without protection.

Again and again the leather strap fell between my legs, I groaned and let out little cries, they were squeals of pure lust, I was squirming with excitement, rearing up and pulling with allmy strength on the knotwork that kept me in position.

Yes, yes, Doro, yes! Yes Doro! Yes!! Hit me!!! I'm yours. Beat your slavegirl! Give me a thrashing! Give me the whip! Hit me! Yes! Yes!

I was beginning to sweat, I was gasping and moaning, I shouted for joy, oh yes! Oh yessss!!!

Suddenly it stopped abruptly. No! Don’t stop! Carry on!

"Doro?" I cried. "Keep going!"

"Want more?" said Doro, she was standing beside me and looking down at me. I was tugging desperately at the ankle-bonds but they didn’t come free. My pussy meowed loudly with excitement, she was screaming for more.

"Doro, keep going, please!" My voice was high and shaky. "Beat me, Doro! Please hit me!"

Dorothea leaned down to me, "You want to go on being flogged, Lisette?"

I was going crazy. I was just close to cumming and so excited that I had no more control over myself. Don’t talk to me! Whip me! Hit me!

"Yes," I moaned with the same, high, jittery voice, "I want to be whipped. Please hit me, Doro! Hit hard! Please! Come on!"

"You're not exactly in a position to give me orders, Lis." Dorothea had her cat look again.

I was almost going mad. "Doro, please," I begged. I was close to tears, I was whimpering. "Please hit me!"

"You want beating?" asked my cousin.

"Yes, yes!!! Doro please hurry up! Please go on! I'm begging you! Hit me!” I pleaded, I begged, I was sobbing while my pussy was mewing frantically, meowing after the leather strap.

"Then say I have to give you blows on your bare soles," demanded Doro.

"Yes, give me blows on the soles of my feet," I cried in great excitement.

"On your bare soles, Lisette!"

What nonsense! Am I wearing socks? Have I got my sandals on ?!

"On the bare soles of my feet," I cried, and twisted my back, I was fighting desperately against my bonds.

"What do you mean?" Dorothea was quite calm, "That's not a sentence."

Oh, how she’s tormenting me! "Please hit me on the bare soles of my feet," I whimpered, I was mad with frustrated desire.

"Really hard?"

"Really, really hard, Doro!"

"With a gag?"

"With a gag, Doro!"

"So you want me to you beat properly on your bare feet?" said Doro, "and gag you while I’m doing it?"

"Yes! Yes!!! Oh Doro, please! Come on! I can’t stand it! Hit me! Please!"

She looked at me, quizzically. "You’ll stand it, Lisette, believe me. If I don’t do it, you’ll have to put up with it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, Doro." I was trembling with excitement, my eyes were clouding over. "Doro, I beg you, hit me!"

"Okay" She got up and stood over me again. She lifted the flogger and slammed it between my legs, once, twice, three times, many times in perfect rhythm, perfect strength. I went into ecstasy, I was moaning loudly and more and more often small pleasure-shrieks came out of me, I completely lost control of myself.

"Yes. Yeah! Oh yeah!" I cried. "Doro, yes! Doro, do it! Hit me! Beat me! Oh yes!" I was loud - very loud. I was dancing in my bonds, dancing and singing for joy, I simply climbed higher and higher. If Dorothy had stopped now, I’d have started screaming like a banshee. Hit me! Hit me! Blow my pussy! Beat her! Make her feel the belt! Hit me! Hit me! Schlaaaag ....

It was completely unbearable, the pleasure was unbearable, I bucked up with a cry. Suddenly I felt an urgent need to urinate. The belt slapped my highly aroused pussy. The leather strap slammed on my bare skin. Oh! Oh! Oooh! With a loud cry I came. I arched my back. I danced wildly in my bonds.

Something seemed to squirt out of me in bursts. I felt small wild contractions over big, coming from my heart. My pussy felt as if someone was tickling me simultaneously inside and outside, fingering me and massaging me wildly. The orgasm lasted an almost endless moment, I was beside myself with joy.

Above me I heard Dorothea say "Wow!".

I tugged at my bondage giggling. Yes, wow! Was that a finish! Wow! Gorgeous! I was drenched in sweat and deliriously happy.

Pp says "WOW" with Dorothea. Pp felt he was flogging Lisette's mewing pussy alongside Doro, seeing Lisette dance in her in her bonds and squirt as she came.

 

[Wragg]

Pp says "WOW" with Dorothea. Pp felt he was flogging Lisette's mewing pussy alongside Doro, seeing Lisette dance in her in her bonds and squirt as she came.

Pp wasn't the only one who rather enjoyed that!

Marvellous stuff, Eul!

 

[Eulalia]

Dorothea stooped down, she reached between my legs. Down there everything was still in flames. Her touch made me groan. She got up, turned to me and smiled, "Your pussy is still nice and thick and tumid, I think you need another round, Lisette."

She positioned herself again and began once more to whip me between the legs. It all came back immediately, it tingled and flared, I sighed and groaned, I gasped and let out small cries.It can’t be real!, I thought, I can’t believe it! I was cumming again, it was all coming back, already happening! I bucked in the bondage and cried out. Again, it squeezed everything out from me. I went wild squirming in pleasure. I had the feeling that my bondage was tearing me apart. I had an absolute super-orgasm, then I sank on the ropes. A stammering "Aaaaah!" came out of my mouth. I was chuckling and groaning at the same time. I lay sweating on my back, gasping for air. Goddess, how I had gone off!

My cousin put away the belt whip and came back to me. She looked at me like I was the eighth wonder of the world. "Lis," she asked quietly. "Lis?"

"Ooh! Oh, Doro…" I stammered, I could hardly speak, I was still floating. "Aaaah!" I sighed.

She knelt down beside me, looked deep into my eyes, "Lis? Is everything okay with you? "

"Yeaaaah," I laughed at her, "yeaaaah! All the best!" My breathing calmed down only slowly. "Oh goddess," I said, "it’s blown my brain out of skull. My pussy was turning and twisting like a corkscrew!" I had to laugh again, couldn’t help it, "What a finish!" I was blessed.

"I thought you’d had a seizure," Doro said, "Man! How you wound up! You should have seen it. Your feet were totally stretched out and I thought I heard a crack in your ankles, you were so tense in the bondage." She leaned over me, "You sprayed, Lisette. Properly hosed, in spurts, what came out of your pussy.” She untied my bonds. "You squirted, Lis. I've read about it, but I didn’t know it can really happen like that!"

After she’d untied me she helped me to my feet. I was still very shaky and excited.

"Come with me to the table." She led me to her drawing table and turned on her laptop. I sat down on an empty chair, still naked and still pretty excited, and watched as my cousin googled for ‘squirting’ and ‘female ejaculation’. In Wikipedia she found it. "That's it! That's what happened!" She read aloud, ‘Female ejaculation, English ‘squirting’, usually associated with an intense experience of pleasure, in which the para-urethral ducts release a secretion of aqueous liquid. These glands are often referred to as the ‘female prostate’. The ejaculate is secreted during orgasm through several tiny opnings in the terminal parts of the urethra as well as to right and left of the same’."

Dorothea looked at me, "That's what happened to you, you’ve really experienced it!"

"It was absolutely incredible," I said. "An orgasm like I’ve never had. It was great! Just great!"

"Under the leather whip," she said, "You’ve cummed properly under the lash."

"Yes," I said simply. Suddenly I felt shy and ashamed. Yet so happy. Dorothea shut down the computer. She stood up. "Come, Lisette. Your feet must still get their share before mother comes back." She was suddenly in a hurry, we hadn’t much time. I followed her to the strange room-divider that I’d already noticed. I still couldn’t guess what that thing was meant for, a rounded beam was bolted to the wall and projected almost two metres horizontally into the workshop. Ten centimetres in diameter, smooth, round wood. It was supported at its end in the middle of the room on a vertical round bar that was anchored into the floor. The horizontal bar was maybe four feet above the ground.

"What is this thing?" I asked my cousin. "What was it?"

Doro shrugged. “No idea. Once there was a dyeing vat in here, Mom told me." She pointed to the ceiling, "Do you see all those hefty metal rings in the ceiling joists, where cords must have been pulled and stretched from one ring to another. Were these clothes-lines for drying the dyed material?" She slapped on the horizontal timber, "What it served for, I don’t know, but I’ll show what it’s going to be for in the future! I recently had an idea how I can beat you comfortably on your bare feet."

She took something that was hanging on the wall, I saw it was a small pulley. Holding this thing in her hand, my cousin went to the round bar and hung the pulley on one of the sturdy metal rings on the ceiling joists just above the horizontal log. From it a chain with a hook on it hung exactly over the round bar.

Naked as I was, I had to sit on the straddle-bar, my legs hanging down to right and left, my face to the wall, my feet didn’t touch the ground. Dorothea tied my wrists together in front of my body with a rope. She looped the rope between them, then I had to stretch my arms over my head. Doro climbed onto the bar, tugged my arms up, and hung the loop of rope in the hook of the hoist. She jumped down and pulled the chain of the mechanical crane. I was stretched. When I was hauled nicely upright - still sitting on the straddle-bar – she stopped.

She got another rope and secured my feet. First she pulled my right foot upwards, I had to bend my leg till my the ankle touched the wood at the end of the horizontal beam behind me. My cousin entwined my ankles with the rope, pressing them against the post and winding the rope around it. Then I had to lift up my left leg for her to bind the ankle, and then she began to tie the rope in a figure of eight over and under my ankles, twisting it around the timber until my feet were firmly tied. Between my delicate ankles and the wood were enough turns of rope to cushion my ankles okay. A final knot finished off the bondage, and my feet were tied at the end of the horizontal round bar, presenting my bare soles facing up and defenceless.

Because my feet were tied up to the beam while my knees were hanging down, I felt great pressure, but I felt very comfortable with my pussy riding on the horizontal rounded wood. The smooth grain felt good against my bare skin. I was sat astride the beam, and I knew I’d have no way to pull my feet away when they were beaten. This bondage was really perfect.

Dorothea stripped naked. I was quite amazed. The fact that I was naked was of course normal, but Doro? Why’s she doing it? She stepped in front of me on the horizontal round bar, standing on her bare feet. My eyes were drawn to her white feet. Rococo feet. That stupid word didn’t want to get out of my head! The toe next to the big one was a bit longer than the big toe. That was just so, it happens quite often. Why did it keep running through my head when I saw my cousin barefoot? Dorothea has pretty feet., they’re small and narrow, really petite, with long slender toes. Princess’s feet.

She came up to me and adjusted my hand restraint. "This will hold," she said, satisfied. She held onto the pulley chain firmly, lifted her right leg and put it around me until her pussy was located directly in front of my face. "Kiss me, slave!" she commanded. I obeyed. I kissed and licked her eagerly. She was wet in no time. I licked the moisture and played with the tip of my tongue on her clit. She began to moan, "Yes! Yes, slavegirl! Satisfy your mistress! Aah! Oooh!"

Suddenly she pulled away. She jumped to the floor and walked over to the table where she had laid the instruments. When I saw what she brought, I stiffened involuntarily in my bonds. Not the whip! Oh please not the whip! That hurts so terribly! Oh Doro, please don’t! Oh Doro please…

She came to me and showed me the whip. It was a narrow, flexible thing. She gave it a trial swing, whizzing through the air. Oh how it buzzed! A shiver ran through me.

"You don’t get a gag, Lis." She didn’t say it gently, "I've changed my mind today Another time, maybe, there’s a very special feeling when you can’t scream and plead.... and I ignore you! But now I want to hear you scream, Lisette."

I had to swallow. The wood between my legs felt slippery – a little bit, anyway, I was wet, with fear and excitement. I wanted it and I was afraid of it. I didn’t dare to speak.

"Your feet have got away a bit too lightly in the past few days, I think."

Dorothea's voice was low, she’d got her cat look on again.

"I have to beat you, Lis, I’ve got to give you strokes on your bare soles. Your feet have been neglected lately, we need to change that. Don’t worry, Lis, I'll take care of it. Be completely relaxed, it’s what must happen."

 

[Primus pilus]

Dorothea stooped down, she reached between my legs. Down there everything was still in flames. Her touch made me groan. She got up, turned to me and smiled, "Your pussy is still nice and thick and tumid, I think you need another round, Lisette."

She positioned herself again and began once more to whip me between the legs. It all came back immediately, it tingled and flared, I sighed and groaned, I gasped and let out small cries.It can’t be real!, I thought, I can’t believe it! I was cumming again, it was all coming back, already happening! I bucked in the bondage and cried out. Again, it squeezed everything out from me. I went wild squirming in pleasure. I had the feeling that my bondage was tearing me apart. I had an absolute super-orgasm, then I sank on the ropes. A stammering "Aaaaah!" came out of my mouth. I was chuckling and groaning at the same time. I lay sweating on my back, gasping for air. Goddess, how I had gone off!

My cousin put away the belt whip and came back to me. She looked at me like I was the eighth wonder of the world. "Lis," she asked quietly. "Lis?"

"Ooh! Oh, Doro…" I stammered, I could hardly speak, I was still floating. "Aaaah!" I sighed.

She knelt down beside me, looked deep into my eyes, "Lis? Is everything okay with you? "

"Yeaaaah," I laughed at her, "yeaaaah! All the best!" My breathing calmed down only slowly. "Oh goddess," I said, "it’s blown my brain out of skull. My pussy was turning and twisting like a corkscrew!" I had to laugh again, couldn’t help it, "What a finish!" I was blessed.

"I thought you’d had a seizure," Doro said, "Man! How you wound up! You should have seen it. Your feet were totally stretched out and I thought I heard a crack in your ankles, you were so tense in the bondage." She leaned over me, "You sprayed, Lisette. Properly hosed, in spurts, what came out of your pussy.” She untied my bonds. "You squirted, Lis. I've read about it, but I didn’t know it can really happen like that!"

After she’d untied me she helped me to my feet. I was still very shaky and excited.

"Come with me to the table." She led me to her drawing table and turned on her laptop. I sat down on an empty chair, still naked and still pretty excited, and watched as my cousin googled for ‘squirting’ and ‘female ejaculation’. In Wikipedia she found it. "That's it! That's what happened!" She read aloud, ‘Female ejaculation, English ‘squirting’, usually associated with an intense experience of pleasure, in which the para-urethral ducts release a secretion of aqueous liquid. These glands are often referred to as the ‘female prostate’. The ejaculate is secreted during orgasm through several tiny opnings in the terminal parts of the urethra as well as to right and left of the same’."

Dorothea looked at me, "That's what happened to you, you’ve really experienced it!"

"It was absolutely incredible," I said. "An orgasm like I’ve never had. It was great! Just great!"

"Under the leather whip," she said, "You’ve cummed properly under the lash."

"Yes," I said simply. Suddenly I felt shy and ashamed. Yet so happy. Dorothea shut down the computer. She stood up. "Come, Lisette. Your feet must still get their share before mother comes back." She was suddenly in a hurry, we hadn’t much time. I followed her to the strange room-divider that I’d already noticed. I still couldn’t guess what that thing was meant for, a rounded beam was bolted to the wall and projected almost two metres horizontally into the workshop. Ten centimetres in diameter, smooth, round wood. It was supported at its end in the middle of the room on a vertical round bar that was anchored into the floor. The horizontal bar was maybe four feet above the ground.

"What is this thing?" I asked my cousin. "What was it?"

Doro shrugged. “No idea. Once there was a dyeing vat in here, Mom told me." She pointed to the ceiling, "Do you see all those hefty metal rings in the ceiling joists, where cords must have been pulled and stretched from one ring to another. Were these clothes-lines for drying the dyed material?" She slapped on the horizontal timber, "What it served for, I don’t know, but I’ll show what it’s going to be for in the future! I recently had an idea how I can beat you comfortably on your bare feet."

She took something that was hanging on the wall, I saw it was a small pulley. Holding this thing in her hand, my cousin went to the round bar and hung the pulley on one of the sturdy metal rings on the ceiling joists just above the horizontal log. From it a chain with a hook on it hung exactly over the round bar.

Naked as I was, I had to sit on the straddle-bar, my legs hanging down to right and left, my face to the wall, my feet didn’t touch the ground. Dorothea tied my wrists together in front of my body with a rope. She looped the rope between them, then I had to stretch my arms over my head. Doro climbed onto the bar, tugged my arms up, and hung the loop of rope in the hook of the hoist. She jumped down and pulled the chain of the mechanical crane. I was stretched. When I was hauled nicely upright - still sitting on the straddle-bar – she stopped.

She got another rope and secured my feet. First she pulled my right foot upwards, I had to bend my leg till my the ankle touched the wood at the end of the horizontal beam behind me. My cousin entwined my ankles with the rope, pressing them against the post and winding the rope around it. Then I had to lift up my left leg for her to bind the ankle, and then she began to tie the rope in a figure of eight over and under my ankles, twisting it around the timber until my feet were firmly tied. Between my delicate ankles and the wood were enough turns of rope to cushion my ankles okay. A final knot finished off the bondage, and my feet were tied at the end of the horizontal round bar, presenting my bare soles facing up and defenceless.

Because my feet were tied up to the beam while my knees were hanging down, I felt great pressure, but I felt very comfortable with my pussy riding on the horizontal rounded wood. The smooth grain felt good against my bare skin. I was sat astride the beam, and I knew I’d have no way to pull my feet away when they were beaten. This bondage was really perfect.

Dorothea stripped naked. I was quite amazed. The fact that I was naked was of course normal, but Doro? Why’s she doing it? She stepped in front of me on the horizontal round bar, standing on her bare feet. My eyes were drawn to her white feet. Rococo feet. That stupid word didn’t want to get out of my head! The toe next to the big one was a bit longer than the big toe. That was just so, it happens quite often. Why did it keep running through my head when I saw my cousin barefoot? Dorothea has pretty feet., they’re small and narrow, really petite, with long slender toes. Princess’s feet.

She came up to me and adjusted my hand restraint. "This will hold," she said, satisfied. She held onto the pulley chain firmly, lifted her right leg and put it around me until her pussy was located directly in front of my face. "Kiss me, slave!" she commanded. I obeyed. I kissed and licked her eagerly. She was wet in no time. I licked the moisture and played with the tip of my tongue on her clit. She began to moan, "Yes! Yes, slavegirl! Satisfy your mistress! Aah! Oooh!"

Suddenly she pulled away. She jumped to the floor and walked over to the table where she had laid the instruments. When I saw what she brought, I stiffened involuntarily in my bonds. Not the whip! Oh please not the whip! That hurts so terribly! Oh Doro, please don’t! Oh Doro please…

She came to me and showed me the whip. It was a narrow, flexible thing. She gave it a trial swing, whizzing through the air. Oh how it buzzed! A shiver ran through me.

"You don’t get a gag, Lis." She didn’t say it gently, "I've changed my mind today Another time, maybe, there’s a very special feeling when you can’t scream and plead.... and I ignore you! But now I want to hear you scream, Lisette."

I had to swallow. The wood between my legs felt slippery – a little bit, anyway, I was wet, with fear and excitement. I wanted it and I was afraid of it. I didn’t dare to speak.

"Your feet have got away a bit too lightly in the past few days, I think."

Dorothea's voice was low, she’d got her cat look on again.

"I have to beat you, Lis, I’ve got to give you strokes on your bare soles. Your feet have been neglected lately, we need to change that. Don’t worry, Lis, I'll take care of it. Be completely relaxed, it’s what must happen."

Pp has now had another hit of the drug he looks for each night. He can now try for a couple more hours sleep before dawn with another image of Lisette in very different bondage forming in his mind.
He looks forward to the ungagged screams to come and wonders how Lisette will ride the wooden pole that her wet sex is lubricating. Thanks again Eul.

 

[Eulalia]

She stepped behind me. I braced myself in my bondage. I heard the whirring and the first blow fell - left foot. Ouch! Yes .... Ouch. Nothing more. Right foot. Also Ouch. Doro went on hitting me. She wasn’t being gentle, not at all, but the beating wasn’t beating me, at least not yet, the blows were painful but bearable, she could go on whipping me like this for a whole hour as far as I was ocncerned. I was listening to the slapping of the whip on my bare soles. Often my feet twitched without my will. My pussy was riding on the round bar and was surely still wet, I was literally dripping. It was nice, it was exciting, beautiful. I was delivered up to my cousin completely helpless, to a sadist who takes pleasure in whipping me. It wouldn’t stay at just flicks, I was sure of that.

Or was I? Was she leading me on this way to a renewed orgasm? Riding up on the round bar was exciting, I was moving involuntarily back and forth, not much, my pussy was on one place, but my heated flesh was being flexed in an exciting way.

The whip struck harder than a wooden spoon or stick, it delivered a sharp pain on my soles, which spread inside. Doro reinforced the blows, now the lash buzzed with every shot and didn’t just slap on my soles, they popped. I began to squirm on the pulley-hook of. There wan’t much more I could do. My feet were firmly anchored in place. I could shrug and tug at it a bit, nothing else. I groaned loudly. I gasped. I reared. With all my strength I tried to get my feet out of the reach of the whip, of course I didn’t succeed, they were tied tight to the round bar.

Doro hit harder. I gave way occasionally to small yelps, more and more, "Ow! Ouch!" I wasn’t crying, but my cousin was leading me unerringly towards it, she wanted it, I knew, she wanted to break my perseverance. She didn’t just want to hear me cry, she wanted me to scream. She hit me even harder. Tears were burning in my eyes, I couldn’t prevent them, no matter how I fought, Doro defeated me. Soon I was crying uncontrollably.

She went on slamming solidly. The thong whistled loudly. She was thrashing my unprotected feet, I was screaming louder and louder. At each stroke a squeal of pain came from me, I couldn’t help it, it was hurting, hurting very much. Finally it broke all my resistance and I cried and screamed out loud. I lost all my pride. Howling I squirmed on the pulley, twisting myself wildly, rearing up again and again in vain.

My cousin now dominated me completely, she’d taken everything from me, my pride, my will, my self-control, she’d made me the loser, she’d turned me into her slave. I’m humiliated by her. I began to plead for her stop. Frantically I begged for an end to the brutal whipping. That only seemed to proke her, she was hitting me with incredible hardness, I was squirming and crying, sobbing for her to stop. She did not stop.

"Tell me that I should go on," she shouted as she smote my unprotected feet.

"Doro, stop!" I cried, "I can’t! Please stop!"

She hit me harder. I howled. "Tell me that I should go on," she ordered.

"No! No!" I cried, breathless in horror," Stop, Doro! Please stop!"

The blows were still merciless.

"Tell me that I should go on," she snapped..

"Carry on," I sobbed through my tears. "Go on, Doro, hit me!" I was crying, I was sobbing, I was shrieking under the whip.

"Say that I must beat you harder," snarled my cruel mistress.

"Beat me harder," I whined plaintively, "Sharper, Doro!"

She hit me harder, I shouted. I didn’t care whether anyone who happened to passs by

someone who passed by could hear my cry, I couldn’t care less. I was dancing and writhing in a universe of pain. I was leaping in the bondage, rolling about on the round bar, sobbing, crying, crying…. My suffering was indescribable.

Dorothea whipped me more, she wouldn’t let me rest for a moment. My cries seemed to please her. She wasn’t going to free me, she had absolute power over me. When I no longer believed it would ever pass, I just gave up and listened to the lashes.

"Done, Lisette," Dorothea said. She put the whip away and came to me. She swung herself up in front of me on the round bar and rode there naked. There she could look me straight in the face and watch my deep sobbing, I was still weeping, but eventually I calmed down.

She looked at me with her cat look, "Say thankyou for your beating, slavegirl!"

"Thank you, Doro," I said humbly.

"Call me Mistress!"

"Thank you, Mistress," I repeated obediently. I was perfectly obedient, I wanted to obey, the thrashing had made me obedient, oh and how!

She looked at me. "I have to beat you, slavegirl," she said, "but you know that, don’t you?"

I nodded: "Yes, Mistress."

"Do you know why I beat you, slave?"

"Because you want the best for me, Mistress?" I said.

She shook her head, "Wrong, slavegirl! I beat you because it's fun! I beat you, because it gives me pleasure to hurt you. I beat you because I want to see you cry. Because I want to hear you sob. Because I want to hear your screams. Do you understand, slavegirl?"

"Yes Mistress," I said. My heart was pounding. My pussy was tingling. My feet hurt, but the excitement had returned. I thought it was cool to have been flogged so hard. It made me proud to have borne it to. My strict mistress must beat me, I wanted her to, I needed it. it did me good, I was only too happy! I wanted to enjoy it with my tears and screams. If only she’d tie me up and beat me!

Dorothea slid along the round bar, and balanced herelf in front of me, then embraced me with her right leg and gave her heated cunt to my face. Flogging me had excited her, "Satisfy your mistress, girl. Be obedient!"

I was obedient. I satisfied her. It was indescribably cool to be enslaved to my cousin like this, I was only too happy to obey and serve her. She started to moan. With my lips and my tongue I started to kiss.

"Slavegirl! Oh slavegirl," she gasped, "I can see your bare feet. Oh wouldn’t it be nice if I were to hit you now on your naked soles! Properly hard! So sharply that you’d begin to cry, slave. I could watch the cane or the whip thrashing your defenceless, vulnerable soles, I could hear and see the loud lashing, as your feet jerk in agonising pain, slavegirs! Agonising pain! Would you cry? Would you howl out loud while you satisfy me here? Oh yes! How I want to do it! Satisfy me, slavegirl! Satisfy your mistress!"

I pleasured her eagerly, her words filled me with boundless excitement. I imagined getting hard blows on my bare soles while having to satisfy Doro, while weeping and crying aloud. An absolutely hot idea!

Dorothee seemed to like it, she was cumming more and more intensely. She was writhing, groaning in front of me and forcing her wet pussy against my face. She was gasping stormily, starting to pant for breath. Again and again she called me ‘slavegirl’, it was making me crazy, I want to be her slave, I want to be her slavegirl, conquered and captive, bound and beaten, cruelly tortured for the delight and excitement of my merciless mistress. Beat me, Mistress! Whip me, Mistress! I am yours, my Lady. Show me that I have no rights, Mistress. Hit me! Hit me !!!

I was riding on the round bar and feeling incredibly comfortable with it, being the slave of my cousin. When she came and it was powerful, it made me happy. Finally, she jumped to the ground and stood beside me, her eyes bright. She touched my breasts, stroking and massaging them. I couldn’t respond, I was still tied, my arms over my head, my feet tied up behind.

"Too bad Mum'll be home soon," Doro said. She looked at me thoughtfully. "I’d like to keep you bound up like that for a while, you look so pretty when you're tied up in this way, Lisette. Shame, really." She freed me, so I could shower before Aunt Annie came in.

 

[Primus pilus]

She stepped behind me. I braced myself in my bondage. I heard the whirring and the first blow fell - left foot. Ouch! Yes .... Ouch. Nothing more. Right foot. Also Ouch. Doro went on hitting me. She wasn’t being gentle, not at all, but the beating wasn’t beating me, at least not yet, the blows were painful but bearable, she could go on whipping me like this for a whole hour as far as I was ocncerned. I was listening to the slapping of the whip on my bare soles. Often my feet twitched without my will. My pussy was riding on the round bar and was surely still wet, I was literally dripping. It was nice, it was exciting, beautiful. I was delivered up to my cousin completely helpless, to a sadist who takes pleasure in whipping me. It wouldn’t stay at just flicks, I was sure of that.

Or was I? Was she leading me on this way to a renewed orgasm? Riding up on the round bar was exciting, I was moving involuntarily back and forth, not much, my pussy was on one place, but my heated flesh was being flexed in an exciting way.

The whip struck harder than a wooden spoon or stick, it delivered a sharp pain on my soles, which spread inside. Doro reinforced the blows, now the lash buzzed with every shot and didn’t just slap on my soles, they popped. I began to squirm on the pulley-hook of. There wan’t much more I could do. My feet were firmly anchored in place. I could shrug and tug at it a bit, nothing else. I groaned loudly. I gasped. I reared. With all my strength I tried to get my feet out of the reach of the whip, of course I didn’t succeed, they were tied tight to the round bar.

Doro hit harder. I gave way occasionally to small yelps, more and more, "Ow! Ouch!" I wasn’t crying, but my cousin was leading me unerringly towards it, she wanted it, I knew, she wanted to break my perseverance. She didn’t just want to hear me cry, she wanted me to scream. She hit me even harder. Tears were burning in my eyes, I couldn’t prevent them, no matter how I fought, Doro defeated me. Soon I was crying uncontrollably.

She went on slamming solidly. The thong whistled loudly. She was thrashing my unprotected feet, I was screaming louder and louder. At each stroke a squeal of pain came from me, I couldn’t help it, it was hurting, hurting very much. Finally it broke all my resistance and I cried and screamed out loud. I lost all my pride. Howling I squirmed on the pulley, twisting myself wildly, rearing up again and again in vain.

My cousin now dominated me completely, she’d taken everything from me, my pride, my will, my self-control, she’d made me the loser, she’d turned me into her slave. I’m humiliated by her. I began to plead for her stop. Frantically I begged for an end to the brutal whipping. That only seemed to proke her, she was hitting me with incredible hardness, I was squirming and crying, sobbing for her to stop. She did not stop.

"Tell me that I should go on," she shouted as she smote my unprotected feet.

"Doro, stop!" I cried, "I can’t! Please stop!"

She hit me harder. I howled. "Tell me that I should go on," she ordered.

"No! No!" I cried, breathless in horror," Stop, Doro! Please stop!"

The blows were still merciless.

"Tell me that I should go on," she snapped..

"Carry on," I sobbed through my tears. "Go on, Doro, hit me!" I was crying, I was sobbing, I was shrieking under the whip.

"Say that I must beat you harder," snarled my cruel mistress.

"Beat me harder," I whined plaintively, "Sharper, Doro!"

She hit me harder, I shouted. I didn’t care whether anyone who happened to passs by

someone who passed by could hear my cry, I couldn’t care less. I was dancing and writhing in a universe of pain. I was leaping in the bondage, rolling about on the round bar, sobbing, crying, crying…. My suffering was indescribable.

Dorothea whipped me more, she wouldn’t let me rest for a moment. My cries seemed to please her. She wasn’t going to free me, she had absolute power over me. When I no longer believed it would ever pass, I just gave up and listened to the lashes.

"Done, Lisette," Dorothea said. She put the whip away and came to me. She swung herself up in front of me on the round bar and rode there naked. There she could look me straight in the face and watch my deep sobbing, I was still weeping, but eventually I calmed down.

She looked at me with her cat look, "Say thankyou for your beating, slavegirl!"

"Thank you, Doro," I said humbly.

"Call me Mistress!"

"Thank you, Mistress," I repeated obediently. I was perfectly obedient, I wanted to obey, the thrashing had made me obedient, oh and how!

She looked at me. "I have to beat you, slavegirl," she said, "but you know that, don’t you?"

I nodded: "Yes, Mistress."

"Do you know why I beat you, slave?"

"Because you want the best for me, Mistress?" I said.

She shook her head, "Wrong, slavegirl! I beat you because it's fun! I beat you, because it gives me pleasure to hurt you. I beat you because I want to see you cry. Because I want to hear you sob. Because I want to hear your screams. Do you understand, slavegirl?"

"Yes Mistress," I said. My heart was pounding. My pussy was tingling. My feet hurt, but the excitement had returned. I thought it was cool to have been flogged so hard. It made me proud to have borne it to. My strict mistress must beat me, I wanted her to, I needed it. it did me good, I was only too happy! I wanted to enjoy it with my tears and screams. If only she’d tie me up and beat me!

Dorothea slid along the round bar, and balanced herelf in front of me, then embraced me with her right leg and gave her heated cunt to my face. Flogging me had excited her, "Satisfy your mistress, girl. Be obedient!"

I was obedient. I satisfied her. It was indescribably cool to be enslaved to my cousin like this, I was only too happy to obey and serve her. She started to moan. With my lips and my tongue I started to kiss.

"Slavegirl! Oh slavegirl," she gasped, "I can see your bare feet. Oh wouldn’t it be nice if I were to hit you now on your naked soles! Properly hard! So sharply that you’d begin to cry, slave. I could watch the cane or the whip thrashing your defenceless, vulnerable soles, I could hear and see the loud lashing, as your feet jerk in agonising pain, slavegirs! Agonising pain! Would you cry? Would you howl out loud while you satisfy me here? Oh yes! How I want to do it! Satisfy me, slavegirl! Satisfy your mistress!"

I pleasured her eagerly, her words filled me with boundless excitement. I imagined getting hard blows on my bare soles while having to satisfy Doro, while weeping and crying aloud. An absolutely hot idea!

Dorothee seemed to like it, she was cumming more and more intensely. She was writhing, groaning in front of me and forcing her wet pussy against my face. She was gasping stormily, starting to pant for breath. Again and again she called me ‘slavegirl’, it was making me crazy, I want to be her slave, I want to be her slavegirl, conquered and captive, bound and beaten, cruelly tortured for the delight and excitement of my merciless mistress. Beat me, Mistress! Whip me, Mistress! I am yours, my Lady. Show me that I have no rights, Mistress. Hit me! Hit me !!!

I was riding on the round bar and feeling incredibly comfortable with it, being the slave of my cousin. When she came and it was powerful, it made me happy. Finally, she jumped to the ground and stood beside me, her eyes bright. She touched my breasts, stroking and massaging them. I couldn’t respond, I was still tied, my arms over my head, my feet tied up behind.

"Too bad Mum'll be home soon," Doro said. She looked at me thoughtfully. "I’d like to keep you bound up like that for a while, you look so pretty when you're tied up in this way, Lisette. Shame, really." She freed me, so I could shower before Aunt Annie came in.

Another dose of Lisette's suffering worth waiting for Eul. Pp says thanks again and wonders whether, having had his hit early tonight, he might sleep.

 

[Eulalia]

23 This time Lisette cannot stand it

The following morning we were in the workshop. Dorothea had just proposed to make me spend a full four hours on the cross. I was breathing in and out with eyes closed. Four hours. FOUR! Half a working day withouta break. There would be no repite for me, no matter how small. Four hours. She stood quietly by me and waited patiently.

“You’re not quite sure? It will be a as slow a process – are you afraid of collapsing?" she asked eventually, stroking my bare shoulder – I was already undressed - "Are you afraid of the pain, Lisette? When it will come to you? When your’re being flogged everything comes very quickly, the quicker the pain, the qicker the end of the treatment – is that why you’re afraid ?" She had her cat’s look again.

Yes, I was a little afraid. But at the same time I longed to experience it, to endure it, to have to endure it. Do it Lisette! Once you're strapped up, there’s no turning back. Then you must accept it. Then you have to endure it.

"Are you afraid that you could begin to roar?" asked my cousin. "I’ll give you the gag then, that will shut you up very nicely!"

Gagged ?! That would make it likely to get worse!

"Good," I said, "four hours. With the gag."

I lay down on the cross, before my courage could desert me. Doro responded just right, immediately fixing my wrists with the leather cuffs. Now there was no turning back. My slight tremor subsided, I gave myself up. She strapped my feet. Then she took the gag and put it on me, adjusting it tenderly.

"Four hours, Lis," she whispered, and kissed me on the forehead. "They’ll crown you Princess of Pain - you'll see."

She hauled up the pulley and raised the cross. Princess of Pain. How did she know the phrase? I’d thought of it but never spoken it aloud. Are we so similar in our souls? Or is this phrase destined to be eventually pronounced? Did it come sailing along by itself?

Pain Princess .... princess, not queen. The Queen - that sounds important and adult. Princess on the other hand suggests childhood and youth, light-heartedness. But it was absurdly contradicted by the other word – pain! Princess of Pain....

Dorothea stood on a bench, inclined, looking at me. She always watched me at the beginning when I was freshly crucified. Later she turned to her painting or worked on her computer. Only when I began to suffer did she come back to gloat at the sight of me. Serving my cousin as a visual object caused diverse feelings in me, I was embarrassed a little, hanging completely naked on the wood before her eyes, I was ashamed of my nakedness in general - because I felt exposed - and I was ashamed because I‘d stripped on purpose to be naked. But I found it nice being looked at, it was kind of tingly. I knew that the sight of me pleased her, she found it aesthetic, a naked girl's body on the cross was a beautiful thing to see. But there was more to it, she found it exciting to see me like this, it aroused her and that turned me on. To serve someone as a sex object was exciting - and humiliating too, and that excited me all the more! My conflicting feelings made me quite confused – add to those, my desire for submission and in pain. All these were firmly held together by the ropes - or of the leather cuffs.

Dorothee smiled at me. "Well you look right,cousin!" She’d read my thoughts! She came to me, raised her hand and stroked my feet. "It's too bad that I' m the only one who can enjoy this beautiful sight, especially if you really are going to break this time, Lisette – it really is a shame. You should seriously consider the possibility of a public crucifixion, then others can enjoy it, and in addition you’d earn lots of money, so we could both take three months holiday in New Zealand. We could say to Mum we’ve won it in the lottery."

That crazy proposal again. Totally off. Crazy. It drove me crazy - because I liked the idea, very much I liked it. But I couldn’t admit it. At that moment I was glad for the gag, which prevented me from speaking. My cousin patted me on my feet,

"Imagine it, slavegirl! A hall or a barn - a nice size. People at tables and benches. They’re partying, eating, drinking, listening to music, dancing. And in the middle of it all - you! Nude. Crucified. The main attraction. The girl on the cross. People are looking at you all the time, standing around the cross, gazing at you with hunger and lust in their eyes. The sight of you will arouse their excitement. They’ll watch with such interest how you squirm on the cross, they’ll peruse your sufferings with meticulous accuracy, nothing will escape their eyes, Lisette. You won’t be able to hide, all your feelings will be public, every little twinge of pain will be observed and recorded. You’ll be exposed in a way that you can’t imagine. They’ll be there when you collapse, when you start to cry and beg for mercy. If you’re writhing desperately on the cross, if your naked body’s getting coated with a thin film of sweat, if you’re fighting - you’ll lose. As you sink down into yourself weeping, everything will be in front of their eyes – everything, cousin. Everything you experience will be seen at first hand observed, watched. Even if you have to pee."

She looked up at me, "If you're on the cross for six hours or longer, you’ll have to at some point. You can stop it just so much if you want to, but at some point you’ll have to, Lisette, before the eyes of these people, it’s part and parcel. You'll be demeaned in front of them, Lisette, totally humiliated. Nothing will of you will be held back, you’ll have to give them all, show them everything, whether you like it or not. The cross will force you to do it!"

I felt a shiver down my spine. Dorothea's words excited me beyond all measure. I was rather glad to be gagged, otherwise who knows, maybe I’d have demanded my cousin to start promoting the idea on the internet there and then. I was ashamed of my excitement and, at the same time, this feeling of shame excited me even more. Lisette Lange, hanging naked in front of strangers on the cross, strapped and spread out, stretched and defenceless before the eyes of these people, oh! Oh yes!!!

 

[Primus pilus]

23 This time Lisette cannot stand it

The following morning we were in the workshop. Dorothea had just proposed to make me spend a full four hours on the cross. I was breathing in and out with eyes closed. Four hours. FOUR! Half a working day withouta break. There would be no repite for me, no matter how small. Four hours. She stood quietly by me and waited patiently.

“You’re not quite sure? It will be a as slow a process – are you afraid of collapsing?" she asked eventually, stroking my bare shoulder – I was already undressed - "Are you afraid of the pain, Lisette? When it will come to you? When your’re being flogged everything comes very quickly, the quicker the pain, the qicker the end of the treatment – is that why you’re afraid ?" She had her cat’s look again.

Yes, I was a little afraid. But at the same time I longed to experience it, to endure it, to have to endure it. Do it Lisette! Once you're strapped up, there’s no turning back. Then you must accept it. Then you have to endure it.

"Are you afraid that you could begin to roar?" asked my cousin. "I’ll give you the gag then, that will shut you up very nicely!"

Gagged ?! That would make it likely to get worse!

"Good," I said, "four hours. With the gag."

I lay down on the cross, before my courage could desert me. Doro responded just right, immediately fixing my wrists with the leather cuffs. Now there was no turning back. My slight tremor subsided, I gave myself up. She strapped my feet. Then she took the gag and put it on me, adjusting it tenderly.

"Four hours, Lis," she whispered, and kissed me on the forehead. "They’ll crown you Princess of Pain - you'll see."

She hauled up the pulley and raised the cross. Princess of Pain. How did she know the phrase? I’d thought of it but never spoken it aloud. Are we so similar in our souls? Or is this phrase destined to be eventually pronounced? Did it come sailing along by itself?

Pain Princess .... princess, not queen. The Queen - that sounds important and adult. Princess on the other hand suggests childhood and youth, light-heartedness. But it was absurdly contradicted by the other word – pain! Princess of Pain....

Dorothea stood on a bench, inclined, looking at me. She always watched me at the beginning when I was freshly crucified. Later she turned to her painting or worked on her computer. Only when I began to suffer did she come back to gloat at the sight of me. Serving my cousin as a visual object caused diverse feelings in me, I was embarrassed a little, hanging completely naked on the wood before her eyes, I was ashamed of my nakedness in general - because I felt exposed - and I was ashamed because I‘d stripped on purpose to be naked. But I found it nice being looked at, it was kind of tingly. I knew that the sight of me pleased her, she found it aesthetic, a naked girl's body on the cross was a beautiful thing to see. But there was more to it, she found it exciting to see me like this, it aroused her and that turned me on. To serve someone as a sex object was exciting - and humiliating too, and that excited me all the more! My conflicting feelings made me quite confused – add to those, my desire for submission and in pain. All these were firmly held together by the ropes - or of the leather cuffs.

Dorothee smiled at me. "Well you look right,cousin!" She’d read my thoughts! She came to me, raised her hand and stroked my feet. "It's too bad that I' m the only one who can enjoy this beautiful sight, especially if you really are going to break this time, Lisette – it really is a shame. You should seriously consider the possibility of a public crucifixion, then others can enjoy it, and in addition you’d earn lots of money, so we could both take three months holiday in New Zealand. We could say to Mum we’ve won it in the lottery."

That crazy proposal again. Totally off. Crazy. It drove me crazy - because I liked the idea, very much I liked it. But I couldn’t admit it. At that moment I was glad for the gag, which prevented me from speaking. My cousin patted me on my feet,

"Imagine it, slavegirl! A hall or a barn - a nice size. People at tables and benches. They’re partying, eating, drinking, listening to music, dancing. And in the middle of it all - you! Nude. Crucified. The main attraction. The girl on the cross. People are looking at you all the time, standing around the cross, gazing at you with hunger and lust in their eyes. The sight of you will arouse their excitement. They’ll watch with such interest how you squirm on the cross, they’ll peruse your sufferings with meticulous accuracy, nothing will escape their eyes, Lisette. You won’t be able to hide, all your feelings will be public, every little twinge of pain will be observed and recorded. You’ll be exposed in a way that you can’t imagine. They’ll be there when you collapse, when you start to cry and beg for mercy. If you’re writhing desperately on the cross, if your naked body’s getting coated with a thin film of sweat, if you’re fighting - you’ll lose. As you sink down into yourself weeping, everything will be in front of their eyes – everything, cousin. Everything you experience will be seen at first hand observed, watched. Even if you have to pee."

She looked up at me, "If you're on the cross for six hours or longer, you’ll have to at some point. You can stop it just so much if you want to, but at some point you’ll have to, Lisette, before the eyes of these people, it’s part and parcel. You'll be demeaned in front of them, Lisette, totally humiliated. Nothing will of you will be held back, you’ll have to give them all, show them everything, whether you like it or not. The cross will force you to do it!"

I felt a shiver down my spine. Dorothea's words excited me beyond all measure. I was rather glad to be gagged, otherwise who knows, maybe I’d have demanded my cousin to start promoting the idea on the internet there and then. I was ashamed of my excitement and, at the same time, this feeling of shame excited me even more. Lisette Lange, hanging naked in front of strangers on the cross, strapped and spread out, stretched and defenceless before the eyes of these people, oh! Oh yes!!!

Thanks Eul. Pp really wasn't expecting to see Lisette tonight. He is happy to watch her on her cross privately for now but will be very interested as her cross forces her to show everything of herself to more later.

 

[thehangingtree]

In BDSM the gag has several meanings... One is total trust of the dom and at the same time total submission. There is no safe word. And even if the activity is being bound spread-eye on a bed, not even stretched, the sub submits to total domination.

To the dom it represents total responsibility to the sub.

In real torture the gag means there is no interest in what you feel and is an effective way to 'break' someone...

 

[Eulalia]

My faithful companion of my crucifixions came to me – Mr. Pain. He came, as always, slowly and leisurely strolling around me. He knew he needn’t hurry, he knew he’d get me. I greeted him like an old friend and stretched myself out for him, my bonds delivered me up to him. Take me. Do what you will with me, I'm yours. Hurt me. Torture me. Humiliate me. I'm your sweet torture-girl.I squirmed, I pulled myself up, I squeezed my legs.

Dorothea was still down there in front of the cross, absent-mindedly stroking my bare feet. I found this gesture loving and affectionate. Feet... I had to think about what Doro had said earlier, while I was riding tied up helplessly on the round bar and having to pleasure her with my mouth. She wished that someone was slapping me on my bare soles, while I was having to satisfy her. Just picture it! I saw myself naked astride the round bar, my arms tied above my head and my feet tied up behind me at the end of the beam. I had to lick my cousin while Aunt Annie was beating me with a stick on the soles of my feet. During this performance I was wet in the crotch. Now I was squirming with excitement on the cross, and not only because Mr. Pain had started work on me.

Dorothea remained a long time standing by me. Finally she went to her drawing table and picked up her brush. Her flower meadow was nearly completed. I let myself sink into the bondage and hung there still. I gave way to the pain in my arms and shoulders. In my head I was watching one of the little movies that I’d ‘filmed’ over the last few years. This time I was a poor, orphan kitchen-maid in a medieval knight's castle. The lord of the castle was a cruel man who subjected his serfs to the most terrible punishments. I, the poor little kitchen-maid Lisette, had been caught stealing bread. As my punishment, I had to hang a whole day in the courtyard on the cross. The thing stood in the yard so everyone could see it well, and so everyone could hear it well when the delinquent began to howl. It was a T-cross, but had the two beams joined in a special way. On top of the square upright lay the four-sided crossbar, but it was on its edge, set in a groove so that its corners pointed forward, up and back, while the fourth edge lay in a groove in the top of the upright. In this edgy thing poor little Lisette was tied naked. Her arms were placed over the cross-bar, pulled back, and then bound with cords, brutally hard, onto the bar. The edges hurt a lot. Her feet were held to the left and right of the upright, and her ankles, planted on the wood, were fixed with ropes wrapped round and cruelly tightened so that the ankle-bones were pressed against the post.

I began to experience this torture by wood, and wept out loud. I cried and cried, I begged for mercy, which was not granted to me of course. All day long I had to endure the torture. I felt pain all through me. Again and again I begged with tears for forgiveness and pleaded with the sinister baron to release me. Everyone was watching as I howled, hanging on the cross and suffering. There was no mercy, I had to endure until the evening. Since I was sobbing and screaming just as I wanted, it was a pretty idea. In reality, I the same was gradually drawing closer.

For quite a while I worked in my bonds. The leather cuffs that held my body on the cross, began to press and burn, it was really hard to bear. How long have I been crucified? As always, I had no answer, I could only estimate roughly. Well over two hours, that was for sure. It was all over with beautiful fantasies in my head, the pain had driven them away, no more room for erotic feelings. And yet I felt excitement, it hovered above the pain, it penetrated my agony, it was closely intertwined with the anguish. I can endure more than in the first few days, I thought to myself, much more! I’ve become stronger, I’m developing my physical condition.

How long? I’d felt no significant difference between three hours and three and a half hours. At some point I’d started to cry because it was really unbearable, then I’d had to bear the unbearable right until the end, until Dorothea redeemed me. When had I started to cry? Doro hadn’t told me. I was feeling like crying now, I wriggled, trembling, on the cross. I moaned loudly into my gag, constantly breathing out sighs, whimpering softly. I did not want to whine, but I couldn’t stop it. But I won’t cry! Not this time! My God, it's only half an hour longer! Just half an hour, Lisette! Think it through! Grit your teeth! No tears!

That was easier said than done. I continued to fight against pain and suffering. Again and again I let myself fall silently in the wrist-cuffs and tried to find additional support for my tortured body with my legs. But I gradually became weaker and could no longer support myself well. Even pulling myself up didn’t work properly. Of necessity, I began to dance in my bondage. I squirmed slowly on the cross, trying to avoid the pain. Sometimes high, sometimes low, bending my back and thrusting my pelvis forward, moving my hips to the left, then to the right.Heave up, collapse. Pull on the cuffs. Hang limp.

I groaned loudly, but through the gag it was just a pathetic whimper, a delicate sound, like a small animal. The gag didn’t make things easier for me, it was tougher with it on. It pushed my tongue back and locked my mouth forcibly. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t beg Doro for mercy, I couldn’t even cry out in pain.

I won’t cry! I'm not crying! I'll suffer in silence! Without a squeak! No squealing at all! Groaning was wimpish! Without gag I would have been pretty loud, but I didn’t cry. Not yet. I fought it. But how does one hold back tears when you have to cry? Eventually I lost the hopeless struggle. My eyes filled with tears against my will, and then they just overflowed, I couldn’t help it. I cried.

And once it had started, it never stopped. I cried. Then I sobbed. I moaned loudly into the gag. O, it was unbearable! Really unbearable! I tried to make Dorothea pay attention to me. I shouted at her. The result was a pitiful "Gnn! Gnnn!" Nothing more. My cousin didn’t respond, she went on solidly working at her picture.

"Doro!" I cried, "Dorothea!" I was thrashing wildly on the cross. It really was impossible, I had exceeded my limits, I couldn’t go on. But Dorothea didn’t notice anything. I broke down crying. I hung sweating and trembling on the wood. I was dying of pain.

Also I was thirsty, I was dehydrating gradually, I could feel it. I had to have something to drink, urgently. But I got nothing. I didn’t manage to make Doro give any attention to me. Or was she not responding on purpose? I tore at my bonds. I reared up. I yelled into my gag. God, that hurt! It was unbearable. This must be four hours! Four? Three hours were never this bad! Not even three and a half! The half-hour more cannot make so much difference! Impossible! It can’t be so!

I was now where nothing matters, I just wanted to be free. I wanted to be let down from the cross, it was absolutely necessary. All my thoughts revolved around getting relief from pain. And my bladder began to press. I had to pee urgently, I couldn’t hold it in.