Tales of the Rope

Chapter 19: Punishment of a Bad Girl

Chapter 19: Punishment of a Bad Girl

The whip sang a song of bittersweet revenge, hissing through the air then cracking against soft female flesh. A muffled cry of anguish echoed off the cement walls followed by a long, low moan of distress. The man holding the whip sucked in air and lifted his arm yet again.

The female was naked and held in place by ropes tightly tied around her limbs. Thin cord bit deeply into the flesh of her wrists and above her elbows, crushing her forearms together behind her back. A rope from the wrist bondage went up to a large metal ring firmly screwed into an overhead beam of the basement room. That rope had been pulled until the nineteen year old girl had been forced to bend forward. And then it was pulled some more, cruelly wrenching her arms upward and driving her head down. Her legs were tightly bound together at the ankles and above the knees, the thin cord so deeply into the flesh of her thighs that it almost disappeared. Those painfully tight ropes alone would have caused the girl to suffer agony but again the whip sang and again she cried out into the large rubber ball that had been forced into her mouth and strapped in place.

The girl was young but the body was full and ripe, the breasts very large and the bottom a full, curved target. Already that ass was crisscrossed with scarlet stripes slowly turning purple, blue and black shades. Her long dark hair hung around her head, hiding the tear-stained young and pretty face.

Again the whip sang and the teenage girl cried out in agony, this time almost a scream of unbearable torment.

The middle-aged man had lost count around twenty strokes, but it didn’t matter. The limit of this torture would be when his anger ran its course and his arm grew too tired to lift the whip. Again the wicked length of braided leather swished the air to deliver its venom.

of breath, the man walked from the basement room. Under the harsh light from

forced together in the same way. Her legs had also been bound together at the ankles and above the knees, again with clothesline. Another rope linked her wrist and ankle bondage, forcing the heels of her feet into the open palms of her hands. But the real discomfort had come when another rope was passed around that on her ankles and wrists and up to a metal ring freshly screwed into the ceiling over her bed. That rope had been pulled until the teenager’s arms and legs were arched high above her body, so high that her shoulders and breasts were totally off the bed, as were her knees.

she had endured the ache of a body bent backwards and almost lifted by

the bed tried to plead

that was also ignored. He continued as if he were discussing baseball scores over breakfast. “I know you’re really a good girl. You wouldn’t have had those drugs if someone hadn’t pressured you

a few hours before. “And I’m glad,” he continued, “that you saw fit to tell

blurted out the name of her girlfriend and supplier. And another half hour before she agreed to ask her dark-haired

had gotten it, but it would serve a good purpose that night.

front door, it was easy to grab her and drag her down to the basement. Quickly her arms were bound behind her back and stung up to the beam. Her clothes were ripped from that surprisingly mature body and a

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