Chapter 3
“Well, how do you like your new home,” Tatiana asks mockingly, knowing full well that she won't get an answer, while she almost tenderly strokes Sophie's unprotected, sagging tits with her riding crop. This is obviously unpleasant for her, especially because she has to expect to get a blow on her breasts in the next moment. “Do you know what I'm going to do with you now?”, Tatiana asks with a diabolical grin on her face, pulling the crop again and again over Sophie's tits or between them. “Well, what am I going to do now”, Tatiana repeats her question and then answers it herself: “You are my slave and will be treated like that from now on. Slave women are whipped from time to time. I will do this to you at least once a day. And we should start right now!”
With her left-hand Tatiana reaches for a whip that lies on the table next to her. Its grip is set into several leather straps about fifty centimetres long. Its end consists of several leather straps about fifty centimetres long. With this and the riding crop in her right hand, she comes forward to Sophie with a diabolical expression on her face: “Let's play a game!”, she suggests. But Sophie does not think much of it! “Please, don't whip me”, she implores, whereupon Tatiana makes her unmistakable understand, that she will not tolerate any contradiction and that repeated contradiction now and in the future will always lead to an increase in her punishment.
“And now to the game, slave!” With these words, she pulls a cube out of the bag. “Before I roll the dice, you can decide which instrument — pointing to riding crop and whip — should be the even or odd number!”
Sophie prefers not to contradict, to prevent further punishment, and chooses the even numbers for the riding crop. Tatiana rolls the dice, waits excitedly! ...
“'Five'! That means, the whip!”, she rejoices. “And now once again for tits or ass!”
Again, Sophie chooses the even numbers, this time for her butt. Again Tatiana rolls the dice and! … When the cube is rolled out, it shows the 'one' above. That's why it will be the tit torture!
Tatiana is very amused! That's exactly, what she hoped for. She smiles: “Okay, then I'll dice twice for your tits and multiply the number of the throws to determine the number of the blows!”
Already the cube rolls along the table-top. Sophie looks spellbound at the piece that is now to determine the extent of her pain. The cube stops and ... ''Six''! Sophie swallows, Tatiana is delighted and picks up the dice again. Sophie stares anxiously at Tatiana's hand. She knows that in a new “Six” she will have thirty-six lashes on her breasts. Tatiana takes a swing ... the cube leaves her hand, jumps up twice on the table ... rolls ... rolls and rolls from the table, falls to the floor ... jumps up several times ... remains lying there ... a ''two''! Sophie is relieved, “Only twelve lashes!”. But Tatiana complains, “The throw must be repeated!”.
Sophie stammers in horror, “But, but, that's ...”
Immediately Tatiana interrupts her. “What have I just announced you regarding complaints? I will now add ''six'' and ''two'' and then multiply by the number of the next throw. It's your fault, you little slave cunt!”, Tatiana snarls at her.
Pure desperation is reflected in Sophie's face, yet she does not dare to contradict again. Tatiana picks up the cube from the floor and rolls it over the table again. Sophie pursues it with a fearful look. This time the cube stops with the ''five'' at the top.
“That makes forty lashes”, Tatiana notices without emotions and reaches for the whip.
As she swings the whip, Sophie closes her eyes. Zzzinnnghhh! The straps come down to her bare tits. She cries out, but more in fear than in pain, since Tatiana didn't hit her hard enough. Already the next one comes, this time a firm blow. Sophie howls again, and rightly so, since a slightly red streak becomes visible afterwards. Quickly, eight more sharp lashes follow, leaving clearly visible marks on her tits. After the next series of ten, Sophie's udders are already glowing bright red. Her breasts hurt sensitively, but Sophie still shows strength; manages to avoid tears and suppress cries of pain.
Meanwhile, Tatiana's pussy slowly catches fire. She pauses! First she massages Sophie's tits, then she twirls and squeezes their hard protruding nipples. Then the fingers of her left-hand move into her own, already wet grotto of lust, circle her clitoris sensitively and massage it. Tatiana's pelvis is already rising and falling, her rhythm slowly picks up speed. The sorely afflicted Sophie, who would so much like to swap places with her now, does not fail to notice how much Tatiana enjoys the constantly increasing tingling in her vagina.
The next ten whiplashes break the spell. Now it's over with Sophie's strength and her pride. While the straps of the whip wrap around her tits and make her nipples blaze, she can't hold back anymore. Screaming loudly, she accompanies the symphony of the leather straps and sends thick tears along her cheeks towards her blazing breasts as if she wanted to extinguish their fire.
Not like that, Tatiana! On the contrary! She is about to light her fire to heat up her pearl of pleasure and make it blaze. She has laid herself down on the floor and brought her body between Sophie's wide spread legs in a position from which she can best reach Sophie's breasts with her whip in her right hand, while the fingers of her left-hand massages the own clitoris with increasing intensity.
This furious finale is currently in full swing, when it takes a surprising turn!
The last ten strokes, which Tatiana, dominated by feelings of lust and sadistic fantasies, performs with all her strength and devotion, stroke even harder, even more precisely than before over Sophie's long nipples, which stick out from her breasts like antennae. That's when it happens! …
“Uuuuhhh, yes, yes!”, Sophie moans. However, her moaning has changed fundamentally, from a moaning of pain to a moaning of pure lust. At the moment when even harder whiplashes are pattering down on her extremely sensitive “emotional antennae”, reality finally merges with her dreams. Starting from her bleeding nipples, a lightning storm not only of agonizing pain, but also of lust-pain shoots through her breasts, now shimmering in all colours. It penetrates every fibre of her body and reaches the centre of lust, her vagina. There the lightning storm hits her small, round ''lightning rod'' — her clitoris — with the effect of thousands upon thousands of almost unbearable, tiny pinpricks and releases emotions and energies that can no longer be controlled. Sophie is now in such a state of ecstasy. Her body twitches wildly and uncontrollably. Only the tight fetters manage to tame it when the uncontrollable sensory stimuli hit her clitoris with the force of a hammer. From there they shoot back into her nerve tracts and create new waves of indescribable lust, which look for a way out, but not find yet.
First! …
The pressure continues to increase! … The atmosphere around Sophie is now so charged that the spark is also ignited on Tatiana. From her rhythmic, ever more violent ups and downs, you can see that also her body has already penetrated so far into the universe of beguiling and intoxicating feelings that also for her there is no turning back.
Now, that two powers are competing for supremacy in the universe of lust, the atmosphere becomes increasingly charged.
It gets louder! …
The rivals go on the attack, fighting for supremacy. They moan loudly, drowning each other out in turn. With Tatiana's last blow, both reach their limit! Shortly afterwards, the feelings of both rivals explode almost simultaneously and discharge into exorbitant orgasms.
Sophie experiences for the first time in her still young life, a fantastic, completely satisfying orgasm, which makes her emotional world explode in a way she would never have dared to dream. But this is exactly what she needs, what her submissive nature demands.
Even Tatiana will not forget this highlight so quickly. It was the best, she had experienced in a long time. But what was it? She has never experienced an orgasm contest with her victim before! Although the victims, who were whipped by her to gain lust, also moaned with her in a competition, but not from exuberant lust, but from unspeakable pain.
While Tatiana is busy torturing Sophie in her private dungeon, her sister Rachel returns to the house. She has paid off the debts with the loan sharks and has hurried back to celebrate that with Tatiana and Sophie. The bottle of champagne to go with it, she bought earlier in the liquor store. To her astonishment, she finds neither Tatiana nor Sophie in the living room of the house. “They'll show up again”, she says to herself. A note from Tatiana lying next to the laptop authorizes her to do so. On this note are also noted down all the passwords and bank data required for this.
When Rachel wants to switch off the computer again a short time later, she accidentally presses the wrong button. To her astonishment, the contract, concluded with Tatiana, suddenly appears on the screen. Since she was distracted when signing the contract and has not read the contents of the contract, she decides to make up for it now. But what she gets to read there, she doesn't like at all! Because the contract neither mentions an additional transfer of ownership of $100,000, nor does it mention that the originally planned $90,000 should be transferred to pay off the debt. There was never any mention of a loan of the money for the period of three months, as is written there. It would not have made any sense either, since she and her sister could never have paid back the money in such a short period of time and in this case, also would not have wanted to remain as female slaves under Tatiana's control forever.
Rachel's mad! Angry at herself for having fallen so stupidly into the trap set by Tatiana. She and her sister has to get away from here! She realizes that right now. With presence of mind, she takes the note that authorizes her to make a bank transfer and thinks about how to proceed now. Suddenly she hears something that pulls her out of her thoughts ... “Were that screaming and loud moaning? And didn't it come from downstairs, from the cellar?”
“What did she do to Sophie?”, it goes through Rachel's mind. Already, she is on her feet, runs through the open cellar door down the stairs and ... what she sees there takes her breath away! “This is a pure prison”, she says in horror to herself. She runs towards the cell, from which she hears the loud moaning of two women. When she enters the room, she is horrified. Her sister Sophie hangs there in chains, moaning with satisfaction; her legs spread wide apart, her arms extremely high behind her back, and her upper body bent forward, with two breasts dangling from them, shimmering in all colours. And between her wide spread legs Tatiana lies groaning with lust, enjoying her fading orgasm.
Rachel runs to her sister to free her from her predicament; something Tatiana, who has quickly jumped up, tries to prevent. In vain! When she gets in the way of the angry Rachel, this one sends her back to the ground with a well-aimed punch, where she remains lying dazed. After a while, Tatiana regains consciousness. At this time, Rachel has long since left the house with the remaining $100,000 and a reluctant Sophie in tow.
Tatiana is angry. She must necessarily bring the two women back into her power and therefore seeks help with “J. J.”. This one is furious about Tatiana's risky solo-effort. But because of the now precarious situation around the 'circle member', he and his assistants at the police force have to act quickly, before the two young women can talk about the events in Tatiana's house.
The policemen sent to Tatiana's house, all members of the 'circle', have researched the following facts on the spot, ... or better said, created! It says: The two fugitive sisters have forced Tatiana to open her wall safe in the living room, from which they have stolen $100,000 and taken a small calibre pistol. Subsequently, the accused, Rachel, struck down the landlady with a well-aimed punch in the face and shot the gun with the intent to kill at the one lying on the floor, to escape unrecognized with her sister. Her life owes the robbed woman only to the fortunate circumstance that the bullet fired on her, bounced back from a brooch on her dress. The murder weapon was later recovered in a bush in front of the house of the victim. No usable fingerprints were found on it, since the weapon had apparently been cleaned thoroughly.
to be continued ...