Isabella
took hold of the waist rope of the helpless scout with her right hand, and
tugged on it so that the captive had no choice but to move forward until she was
in front of the full length mirror, with it on her left side. Once the scout
was in position, the Mistress released her, walked over to the bag so that she
could take out half a dozen straps before returning to the trembling young lady.
The first strap was buckled around the ankles of the captive, the second one
went around her lower legs at the mid shins, and the third one bound her legs
together just below her knees and above the green socks. There was a scream
from the helpless girl as the hem of her green skirt was tucked into her
waistband at her front, before a strap was wrapped around her legs just above
her knees along with one at her mid thighs, and the last one was strapped
around her at the top of the thighs.
After
the skirt of the helpless lady was put back into place, the Mistress stood in
front of her prisoner before she reached around to the back of the captive’s
neck. “I am going to remove your gag now, but if you start to scream or cause
me any trouble, I will put this back in and hand you over to the police.” The ends
of the straps were unbuckled by the Mistress who pulled the large ball out from
between the lips of the bound scout, and the gag was placed on the bed before
she returned back to the helpless young lady.
“Now
Sarah, explain what you were doing, sneaking around the mansion when there is a
sign outside the gates which warns that anyone trespassing will suffer dire
penalties.”
“I’m
sorry, but I didn’t come in through the gate.” Sarah said with a clear
Midwestern accent. “One of the other scouts showed me a shortcut in the fence
and said that you buy a lot of cookies from the scouts. She also said that it
was okay to make my way into the house if no one responded to the door bell.”
“That
is a most unlikely story, Sarah, as I make my own cookies and they are far
superior to anything that you may provide me with. Plus, anyone from around here
would know better than to come into the grounds without permission.”
“My
family only moved here about a month ago, and I don’t know anything about the
area. This is my first time as a scout, and I wanted to make a good impression.
I don’t even know your name.”
“My
name is Mistress Isabella, and you can use that or just Mistress.” The woman
said as she walked over to retrieve a jewellery box from the dressing table.
“I’m sure that if you are as innocent as you claim, then you will wish to prove
it by being a good girl scout.” She lifted the lid of the box and took out an
expensive diamond necklace by the silver chain links, before going around to
the rear of the helpless Sarah and placing the large diamond against the palm
of the captive’s right hand. “Take hold of the item that is touching your right
hand and don’t let go, even when I take the pads away from your eyes. Remember
not to speak unless you are spoken to.”
Sarah
covered the item in her right hand with her fingers and gripped it while the
lady walked around to the front and removed the detachable pads that covered
the eyes of the prisoner. The helpless lady blinked for a moment, and Cecyme
could see the reflection of the captive in the mirror, who appeared to be
shocked as she looked at what she was holding in her hands.
That’s an expensive
necklace that Mistress Isabella has tricked you into holding! Sneaking onto the
property and entering the building was bad enough, but to have your hands on
something like this will seal your fate.
“Oh
yes, that is a very valuable item of jewellery that now has your fingerprints
all over it.” Mistress Isabella said as she retrieved the necklace which was
put back into the box and placed on the dressing table, before she walked back
to the front of the frightened Sarah. “I have trouble believing your story, as
would any jury, so I have decided to ensure that there is enough evidence to
convict you.”
“But
I haven’t stolen anything! I didn’t come in to take anything!” Sarah said in a
pitiful wail. “Please, I don’t want to get into trouble.”
“Seeing
as the necklace is so expensive, I am sure that your sentence will be a
custodial one, and it will be for a year at least. I am sure that a nice
innocent lady such as you will provide a lot of pleasure for the women who have
been resident in prison for quite some time.”
“Please,
Mistress Isabella, I don’t want to end up in prison, I don’t want a criminal
record!”
“In
that case, you will submit yourself to personal punishment by me which will be
over by nightfall, and I will even pay you a substantial amount so that you do
not get into trouble for not selling any cookies.” While the Mistress was
making this comment, she walked over to the table, picked up the gag and
returned to her position in front of the scout who looked as if she was about
to burst into tears. “Either you can spend a year in a living hell and have a
criminal record by asking me to call the police, or open your mouth wide to
accept this gag and a punishment here.”
That’s so unfair, you
have blackmailed the poor girl scout into being tortured by you, as she has no
choice at all.
A shocked Cecyme looked on as the scout lowered her head in defeat, and the
helpless Sarah opened her mouth as wide as possible so that the ball could be
forced between her teeth. Once the straps of the gag were buckled at the back
of the bound scout, the Mistress walked over to the drawers and took out
another armbinder along with a thick leather strap. Sarah’s eyes went as wide
as possible and the girl twisted in her bonds as she saw the item of restraint
that was to be used on her, but her struggles proved to be useless. Her elbows
were pulled together so that they almost touched and she cried out as the strap
was taken around her arms, just above her elbows before it was pulled as tight
as possible.
“This
is so that you will be unable to free yourself, while I untie the rope and put
this nice device on you. There is no point in struggling, as I am far too
experienced in binding young ladies such as you.” It only took a minute for the
Mistress to untie the rope that bound Sarah’s wrists together behind her back
and to her body, and the cord was put on a table by the woman before she held
the prisoner’s hands together. “That strap holds your arms in place which makes
my work so much easier.” Sarah’s hands were pushed into the bottom of the
restraint, and the defenceless girl yelped as the strap at the bottom was taken
around her wrists before it was tightened to its fullest extent. The strap that
was above the elbow was unbuckled, and the next part of the binding was the
longest, as Mistress Isabella tightened the laces that went up the armbinder
from the wrists to the top, which drew the captive’s arms back together. After
the laces were tied off at the end, the elbow strap was tightened which
elicited another cry of distress from the helpless lady, and the two chest
straps were buckled into place which ensured that the scout girl would remain
bound.
“There
we are, all safe and secured.” The captor said as she turned the whimpering
young lady around so that her body was facing the mirror, before picking up
what appeared to be a remote control from the dressing table. A button was
pressed which caused a tile in the ceiling to slide back, before a latched
hoist hook was lowered down until it was at the waist of the scared prisoner. It
took just a moment for the hook to be attached to the D-ring at the bottom of
the armbinder, and the poor lady was forced to bend over as her hands were
hoisted into the air, until her body was parallel to the ground with the bottom
of the restraint high above her back. There was another yelp from the helpless
young woman as her body was lifted up for a moment so that her feet could be
pushed back, and she had to struggle so that she could maintain her balance
with her arms being strained even more by her position.
“Now
it is time to give you a proper punishment.” Mistress Isabella said as she
opened a drawer and pulled out a riding crop, before returning to the captive
and standing so that she was to the left of the young woman. “Oh yes, I think
that it’s time for a little stimulation, which is your reward for you invading
our property.” A moment later the crop was raised into the air by the Mistress,
and brought down with some force against the bottom of the captive who shrieked
in response to her punishment. Another eleven blows were inflicted, with each
being a few seconds apart, and the helpless girl continued to struggle against
her bonds in a futile manner as she cried out at each stroke of the crop.
“I
think I shall make it a little more intense for you now.” The Mistress took a
few steps closer to Sarah and lifted the hem at the back of the skirt, before
tucking it into the begging girl scout’s waistband so that her green panty
covered bottom was exposed. “This should be even more fun than before.”After the
woman returned to her previous position, the pleading sound from the girl scout
in bondage turned into cries of pain as she received another dozen spaced strikes
on her cheeks from the crop that was wielded by her captor, and she started to
sob before half of the blows were delivered. “If you think that was bad, then you
will hate this.” Once the lady stepped forward again, she pulled the green panties
of the captive down to her upper thighs so that her already pink derriere was
exposed, and the woman moved back so that she could administer the next beating.
The screams from Sarah were louder than ever as each impact from the riding
crop left a red mark on her unprotected posterior, and it only took a few blows
for her to start crying as the rest of the dozen strikes landed on her bottom.
“No
more spankings for a while.” Isabella said, carrying the riding crop over to
the dressing table where it was put down, before picking up the two pads that
were a part of Cecyme’s blindfold and putting them over the eyes of the hogtied
prisoner.
What have you got in
store for me, and why have you decided to stop me from seeing what is being
done? Have you got something even worse in store for our innocent prisoner? As the captive lay
on the bed, she felt the removal of the strap that bound her armbinder to her
ankles, and she was moved off the bed until she was standing on the floor. Are you putting something on my body?
What happened next puzzled the captive as it felt that something was being
attached to the front of her body, and it seemed to her as if a leather bikini
bottom was being fitted to her with one strap going around her waist, and
another one going between her legs to be connected to the waist strap at the
back.
The
situation in the bedroom became even stranger, as there were new pleading and
begging sounds from the girl scout when the briefs were put on the standing
prisoner. As the helpless Cecyme was made to shuffle forwards by her captor,
she could hear the pitiful wailing of her scout increase in volume, until there
was a loud scream which was followed by sobbing sounds from the young lady.
There was a strong tug at the front of the briefs that Cecyme was wearing, and
she was surprised to discover that the front of her legs were pressing against
something. OMG, is that the poor girl?
Surprise
turned to shock when the pads were removed from the blindfold of the helpless
Cecyme, and she saw that the front of her briefs had a strap attached which
went around the waist of the defenceless scout. This was nothing compared to
the fact that the item that she thought was a bikini bottom, was in fact a
strap on and half to the shaft was already penetrating into the young lady’s
tunnel of lust. In the shorted struggle that ensured, Cecyme tried to pull
herself away, but all she succeeded in doing was move the phallus in and out of
the helpless girl while rubbing the sides of her intimacy, which caused the
tormented damsel to sob with greater intensity. The strap around your waist doesn’t allow me to move away from you, and
I am force to continue to violate your most private area. This is going too far,
I didn’t expect to end up doing this to some innocent girl.
“I
think that our poor girl scout is well and truly screwed now, Cecyme, and it
appears that you are the one that is doing the screwing.” Mistress Isabella
walked over to the dressing table, put the eye pads down on the dressing table
and picked up the riding crop before returning to the left of the two captives
who were bound together. “I think that you can guess what you are supposed to
do now, Cecyme, and if you refuse, then I can give you a little encouragement.”
No, you can’t make me
do this to the young lady, I won’t do this to her. Even though Cecyme
shook her head in defiance as what was to happen, she knew that in the end she
was going to fail, but at least she wouldn’t be a willing partner to this act.
There was a scream from the woman after a few seconds had passed when the tip
of the crop struck her bottom, and she ended up moving forward which caused her
to thrust into the young lady who shrieked at her latest violation.
At
first there were several seconds between the whipping strikes against Cecyme’s
bottom, so the torment for both ladies was slow, but after a while, the gap
between the blows started to decrease. This meant that Cecyme was suffering
more from the taste of Isabella’s crop, and the young woman was forced to
endure more strong thrusts into her body. Although Sarah’s sobbing had grown in
strength, she was also starting to moan and writhe which suggested that she had
become highly aroused from the punishment.
Soon
the whipping of Cecyme’s bottom was faster still, and it seemed to her that she
had just pulled back from the young lady when the crop struck again, which
forced her push the shaft into the scout’s body. Although the young woman was
starting to cry at this point, she seemed to be thrusting back as if she was
trying to obtain the maximum amount of impact from Cecyme’s movement. It was
about two minutes later when there was a long, loud scream from the violated
Sarah as she jerked and convulsed in her bonds, and Isabella put the crop back
on the table before turning around so that she could enjoy watching the young
woman cry out in her orgasm
We will be lucky if
we don’t end up in prison after what we have done to this poor helpless girl.
They’ll probably lock all of us up, even though I’m bound and gagged and I
tried my best to avoid tormenting her. Perhaps the worst part about this
situation is that I’ve thrust into the lady, and even though I didn’t want to
do it I’ve ended up very aroused as a result.
The
woman looked at her captor in anger as the Mistress picked up the two eye pads,
and she had a sinister smile on her face as she attached the pads back on the
blindfold so that Cecyme was robbed of the sight. “You have really done it to
that poor defenceless young lady, and I wonder what she thinks about you
thrusting into her again and again. I can see that part of you has enjoyed it,
though.”
Why have you bothered
to cover my eyes? After all, there is nothing that you need to hide from me
now.
There were muffled sounds for a minute or so in front of the helpless woman,
and she became worried that something very unpleasant was happening to the
scout who had been taken prisoner. After everything went quiet, the pads over
the woman’s eyes were removed and she found out that she could be surprised one
more time, when she opened her eyes.
When
Cecyme looked at the scout in front of her, the most obvious change was that
the hood had been removed and the ball-gag had been exchanged for a harness
ring gag. However, the bound woman gasped when she recognised the face of the
scout who had been made to go through so much suffering at the hands of both
Cecyme and her mistress.
OMG, it was you all
along! I didn’t expect that I would end up doing this to you.
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