“Your punishment, Miss
Sumner, will be... severe.”
She walked around her,
glared up at him, then went to the door.
“Kommen zee,” she growled
over her shoulder.
Kendall followed her out
through the secretary's office into the outer corridor, then turned right.
There was a stairwell nearby, and Wolff opened the door and jerked her head to
indicate Kendall should enter. She walked past her, wondering what the woman
intended doing to her, and Wolff jerked her arm out, pointing at the stairs
down.
That was a surprise, but
Kendall obeyed. The stairs were narrow and stone, but brightly lit. They went
down about a dozen stairs, turned, and went down a dozen more. They would now
be in the basement, she thought, looking around curiously. The students were
not allowed in this part of the building, of course.
“Kommen zee,” Wolff
ordered, walking past her down the corridor.
The corridors here were
much more spartan than upstairs. The walls and floors were of un-ornamented,
unpainted stone, and the lighting was much lower. Wolff passed at a very old
looking door. There was a battery powered lantern on a small table next to it.
She picked it up and turned it on, then opened the door, jerking her head to
indicate Kendall should go first.
Kendall raised her
eyebrows, mystified about what was going on, but had little alternative. The
stairs here were narrow, steep, and made of old stone. She made her way down
another dozen stairs, turned at a narrow landing, and went down a dozen more.
It was pitch black. There was no sign of lights anywhere other than what was
coming from Wolff's lantern.
“Where are we going?” she
asked nervously.
“Where I tell you to go,
yes?”
It looked like an abandoned
ruin. The air was damp and closed. The floor and walls were of square cut stone
of dark gray, chipped and stained in many places. There was a wooden framework
along the ceiling, beams going back and forth, and several floor to ceiling
beams, all of wood that seemed black with age.
Pieces of wood and stone
lay here and there. They were in a wide open area, with a door frame to their
right. It was a large doorway, with small, neatly cut stone as a frame. But
like the rest of the place, it smelled of old, and nothing but blackness was
through the open door.
Wolff took her arm and
jerked her forward, holding the lantern up as she led her towards and then
through the door. The room was just as wide as the one they'd come from, with
more debris littering the floor here and there. There was another doorway
ahead, though, and some faint hint of light could be seen through it.
Wolff led her through that
door, which gave onto a narrow corridor. There was a thick, foot-high candle on
a holder next to another door. The candlestick holder was about five feet high,
made of wrought iron. The door was of ancient wood with metal banding, and had
a thick metal bar across it. Wolff slid the bar across and opened the door.
The door gave onto another
stairway.
“How deep do these go?”
Kendall exclaimed.
“This building, before it
was a school, was a nunnery. The nunnery was built on the foundations of Castle
Gertner. Move.”
These stairs were even more
narrow, and longer. They emerged in an even older ruin, with pieces of roof
having crumbled and fallen in places. Yet there was another candle to their
left, and Kendall walked gingerly around pieces of broken stone and assorted
debris she couldn't even identify.
The candle was at a corner,
the corridor turning to the right, and Kendall again walked down it with Wolff
following.
“How old is this?”
“This is not your
business,” Wolff growled.
They stopped before another
barred door. This one had a pair of wrought iron candlesticks framing it, and a
pair of chairs and a table next to it.
“Remove your dress,” Wolff
ordered.
Kendall stared at the
blonde woman in astonishment.
“What!?”
“Do you have trouble
hearing or understanding me?”
“But... why?”
“Because I order you to.”
“But I –.”
“You are obviously not shy
about your body based on the video which I saw. Do you think you have anything
under your dress which I have not already observed?
Kendall bit her lip, face
coloring.
“Remove your dress.”
Kendall thought about
refusing, but couldn't think of how. The woman had her dead to rights, and if
she was to avoid having that video go to the bastard, along with a sorry tail
of how she cheated and stole tests, she had little choice but to comply.
Blushing, she undid the
belt around her waist, unbuttoned the dress and pulled it forward over her
shoulders. She stepped out of it and put it on one of the chairs as Wolff
looked at her.
“You like dainty
underthings I see,” she said.
It was not a compliment.
Kendall flushed again,
wondering if there was something sexual going on here. Well, even if there was
she would far rather do it than have her father see that video. If Wolff wanted
to fuck her that was fine. The woman wasn't bad looking, in a scary German sort
of way.
But why down in this...
this dungeon?!
“The underthings, as well.
And the shoes.”
“But it's... dirty down here!”
“So you are a dirty girl,
yes? As you called Mademoiselle Carpentier.”
Kendall stepped out of her
shoes and then undid her lacy black bra. She removed it, straightening her
shoulders defiantly, refusing to cover herself. She slipped off her thong and
tossed it onto the chair, then, red-faced, looked at the woman.
Wolff did not seem overly
impressed. She sniffed, then opened the small drawer on the table and brought
out a pair of thick leather restraints. Kendall had never actually seen such in
person, though she'd seen them on the internet. She stared at them now,
open-mouthed.
“Hold your hands out before
you,” Wolff ordered.
This definitely seemed to
be getting sexual. That made Kendall more anxious but also gave her a sense of
hope. If Wolff wanted to play some bondage games Kendall was definitely up for
that. It might even be kind of kinky fun. It was far better than having to do
extra homework for a couple of months, to say nothing of risking her father
seeing that video!
She felt a tingle between her
legs as the woman firmly strapped the restraints around her wrists, then
clipped them together. She unbolted the door, and jerked her head.
Kendall walked through,
glad to see some light ahead, if very little. Wolff followed, and the door
boomed as it closed behind them.
There was something over
there near the wall, with several candles around it. She felt a breathless
sense of anxiety mixed with excitement as her bare feet moved gingerly across
the cold floor. The roof was high, the walls far apart. Most of the place was
in darkness. One corner was lit, and there was some sort of low table there, a
big one.
With something on it which
moved.
She shrank back, her hands
coming up to try and shield her breasts. Wolff shoved her forward.
As she got closer her eyes
got wider and she stared in shock at what turned out to be not a table at all.
It was … it was as if two thick beams had been laid side by side, then cut in
half. The lower parts of the beams were then placed on hinges so they could
open out to either side.
Aimee was on the thing. She
was tied to it with strong, thick rope.
She was on her belly, well,
on her chest, her arms stretched out before her. There were five or six loops
of rope around each wrist, and then another five or six circling those loops
between her wrists. The rope then pulled taut towards the end of the beams upon
which she knelt.
Her ankles were tied to the
beams in the same fashion, and there were another half dozen loops around her
legs just below the knees. More ropes crossed her shoulders, keeping her
breasts mashed against the old wood.
She knelt with her bottom
raised high, due to the positioning of her body. The beams then split open,
spreading her legs wide apart, baring her sex. She had a ball gag in her mouth,
though not the one Kendall had used. This one was red. Her eyes were wide as
she saw Kendall and Wolff approaching, the candlelight reflecting off them so
as to make them almost glow.
Wolff walked into the light
a dozen feet from where Aimee was tied, and motioned Kendall forward
impatiently.
“Raise your arms,” she
ordered curtly.
Kendall continued to stare
at Aimee, partly horrified, partly aroused, her mind swirling and churning as
she wondered what kind of perverted things Wolff would do to both of them.
“Now!” Wolff growled.
Gulping, Kendall raised her
joined wrists, and saw there were chains overhead, dangling from the old wooden
ceiling beams. Wolff drew one down and attached it to the links in the leather
restraints. She walked over to the wall, where Kendall saw a pair of old metal
cranks, then began to turn one.
Kendall gasped as she felt
the chain pulling taut, felt strain on her wrist. She almost instinctively rose
onto the balls of her feet to ease the pull, and Wolff then locked the crank in
place.
The little blonde went past
her, carrying her lantern. Kendall turned and stared behind her, following the
pool of light as it revealed a high table, then another one, much narrower.
There were objects on the latter, and she picked one up and returned.
It was another ball gag.
“This was found in your
room. I trust you appreciate the irony,” Wolff said.
She set down the lantern,
then gripped Kendall's hair and jerked it back sharply. Kendall cried out in
startled pain even as the ball gag was pushed against her open mouth. With
practiced ease, Wolff squeezed the ball in and forced it through the blonde
teenager's mouth, and it expanded on the inside, as she moaned in surprise,
anxiety, and no small excitement.
Wolff snorted, pulled the
straps behind her, used a finger to ease her long hair up and over the strap,
then buckled it in place.
Then she picked up the
lantern, turned, and walked back the way she came. Kendall shifted on her feet,
staring after her as the light got dimmer. The door opened, then closed behind
her with a heavy thump, followed by the metallic sound of the bolt being shot.
This was insane!
She stared at the door,
then turned and looked around her. All she could see, really, was the area in
the middle of the four candles which had been placed there near them. She could
see Aimee, and herself, and a small pool of light around them. The rest of the
… basement, if that was what it was, was in darkness
Aimee was moaning and
rolling her eyes, skin flushed.
Kendall wondered if Wolff
was going to get her strap-on and use it on the French girl. She was certainly
in the right position to be fucked hard!
She looked up the length of
her arms to the chain attached to the leather restraints, then followed the
chain up into darkness. This was incredible! This was bizarre! What made Wolff
think she could get away with this anyway!?
Well, for one thing,
Kendall certainly wasn't about to tell anyone, she thought. Probably neither
was Aimee. That gave the woman a lot of latitude.
She felt a rising sense of
heat as she stood there, moaning into the gag. It was so dark and kinky, after
all! She wasn't particularly afraid. Wolff certainly wasn't going to kill them
for a little lesbian sex, nor for stealing tests.
And it was obvious Wolff
herself had some inclinations that way!
Was the woman gone to get
into some sort of leather catsuit, perhaps? To get her own strap-on? Kinky
bitch!
As time continued to pass,
she found her ankles and lower legs really starting to hurt. Athletic or not,
she couldn't stand on the balls of her feet forever. The human body wasn't
designed for that. Slowly, the pain built up, and her ankles and legs began to
tremble. She moaned as beads of sweat began to appear on her upper body.
More and more of her weight
came down on her wrists, and she felt a growing weariness even as her wrists
and arms began to ache more and more fiercely.
But her nipples were still
rock hard. And she felt the enveloping shimmer of sexual hunger and arousal as
a constant thing, despite how tired her body was getting.
And then movement caught
her eye. Only it didn't come from Aimee!
She jerked as something
moved in the darkness. Then it came forward, a shape, a man-sized shape.
It was a man. He wore a
black suit, and a black... hood of some sort. It was like a black nylon stocking
built for the head! Aimee squealed into her gag, and Kendall did the same,
trying to turn herself away from the man's eyes, even though, obviously, he'd
been watching the whole time!
“We are very old fashioned
here,” he said, his voice soft, and accented, but sounding very loud given how
quiet everything had been. “But we are not so old-fashioned we do not have
modern equipment and such.”
He was not, Kendall noted,
talking to her. She had turned completely around, so her back was to him,
blushing furiously, but he showed interest only in Aimee. The French girl
jerked as his hand slid up and down her bare back, then up higher, across her
tail bone. His fingers caressed her sex, and Aimee squealed and jerked against
the ropes.
“When my son was found
smoking cigarettes,” he said softly, “I gave him an entire package and ordered
him to smoke them all. This caused the mystery to fall away, and of course,
also made him sick. He never smoked again.”
He was walking away from
the light as he spoke. He returned pushing something, a stainless steel cart of
some sort. It was long and slender, and there was a machine of some sort on
top, with long arms protruding. He lined the thing up behind Aimee, then pushed
it slowly forward.
Kendall stared in shock as
the man lined a long arm with a rounded end against the girl's sex. He lowered
it a little, then pushed it forward. When Aimee squirmed he slapped her bottom
sharply.
“Stop squirming, girl,” he
ordered.
He hummed softly and
casually to himself as he got a tube of something from the lower shelf of the
cart, then something else.
Kendall gasped as she saw
it. It was a dildo, a very realistic dildo, and bigger than the one she had
used on the woman! She watched the man squirt something onto the head, then rub
it along the sides before turning and attaching it to the long arm projecting
out front of the machine.
He pushed it forward until
it pressed against Aimee's pussy, then flicked a switch. There was a humming as
the machine turned on and began to draw power from somewhere. Then the arm
slowly pushed forward. Aimee squealed and began to twist and writhe, but the
ropes held her perfectly positioned.
“Now, now, Mademoiselle,”
he said calmly. “You agreed to any punishment, Frau Wolff chose. If you wish to
change that agreement...”
He paused, and Aimee's
struggles began to subside.
“I thought not,” he said.
The dildo pushed slowly
forward, turning slowly, as it did, right, then left, then right. The man
ignored it as he worked on another arm. This one held a long, rounded tube, and
as the top arm moved forward, he adjusted the lower one until the round ball
was pressing against the top... which was now, of course, the bottom, of
Aimee's sex.
He flicked another switch,
and then turned over to Kendall, who blanched, jerking her eyes away.
“And now you,” he said in
something like amusement. “I presume you are more familiar with this sort of
thing than Mademoiselle Carpentier. I saw your video, you see. You are clearly
much more sophisticated in sexual terms … and probably other terms, than she.”
Kendall's face burned at
the thought of him looking at the video, her mind flitting through all the
things she and Aimee had done! She let out a muffled cry as he jerked her head
back by the hair, then felt his hand slide up her ribs and cup her breast.
“I could do to you what I
am doing to Mademoiselle Carpentier, but I think you would probably enjoy it
too much,” he said. “That would hardly be a punishment, now would it?”
He turned to look at her, still holding Kendall's hair firmly.
“Of course, it remains to
be seen how much of a punishment this will be for her,” he said doubtfully.
His hand did not so much
squeeze her breast as simply caress it, sliding gently across the curves of her
body, across her stiff nipples, then down her belly and between her legs. Despite
her embarrassment, Kendall felt a hot thrumming ache there as the kinky bondage
element of what was happening began to rouse her heat.
“I think you are much more
the slut than Mademoiselle Carpentier,” he said. “But first, there is the
matter of you being the thief, of stealing the school's papers. That must be
punished severely.”
He released her hair and
Kendall gasped, jerking her head upright as he walked past her and into the
shadowy section where there were dark objects and cabinets. He seemed to be
looking for something. She turned her head towards Aimee, who was still gasping
and moaning, and noted the machine was now pumping the dildo in and out.
It was fucking her, she
thought wonderingly! And it wasn't doing it by half measures either! The whole
length of the dildo was being driven into the woman's upraised pussy with every
stroke! The round thing pressed against her was clearly a vibrator, and she
wondered if the teacher's humiliation would stop her from going crazy, as she
had when Kendall had fucked her.
If it didn't, then she
really was going to get her brains fucked out!
The man returned, and
Kendall's eyes jerked back. She felt a shudder of fear. She could not see his
face, and that made him seem much scarier than he'd otherwise be. He sounded
older, not a young man like Aimee, that was for sure. His accent was probably
Italian, one of Switzerland's four official languages.
But even scarier was what
he held in his hand! It was a long, thick strap! As he came closer, she
realized it was not one strap, but two! They were attached together at one end,
but, oddly, off center, so that one only lay half atop the other. Each of the
straps was perhaps three inches in width and perhaps two and a half to three
feet long, including the handle portion.
“So, are you prepared for
your strapping, Miss Sumner?” he asked with interest. “You see that I have
carefully selected the instrument. I am not a cruel man. This is soft, supple
leather, Italian leather. It is wide enough to leave no bruising, no scars or
cuts or marks.”
He reached out and Kendall
squealed as his other hand cupped her bottom.
“You have a lovely bottom,”
he said. “One I am certain many men will enjoy the view of as they make use of
your body over the years to come. It would be a crime to mar such soft skin!”
As with her breasts, he did
not so much squeeze her bottom as simply let his fingers caress her, sliding up
and down over the roundness of her buttocks.
“Of course, you must be
punished,” he said, his voice becoming more stern. And
this will certainly do that. The strap will sting, I promise you, and the
particular genius of this strap is that the second strap, being overlain with
the first, will not only widen the area of impact, and not only make the blow
more heavy, but the force of one strap striking the back of the second strap
will add more sting to the blow.”
“Which of course, is
nothing less than you deserve. Your crime was great.”
He drew back, and Kendall
moaned as she bit down on the ball gag, then shifted herself on her toes so he
was sideways to her.
“That will accomplish
little, Miss Sumner,” he said with disapproval.
He was certainly right, she
thought, heart pounding. The only way to protect her bottom was to... turn to
face him, and she couldn't bring herself to do that!
She watched his arm come up
and back, saw the shadowy double strap swing forward, and her eyes closed for a
moment.
Impact!
Her eyes jolted open and
she screamed into the gag as the sharp sting slapped against the underside of
her buttocks. It was a hot, sharp, sting that sent her hips lurching violently
forward as if she were trying to run from the pain. All she succeeded in doing
was to run out from under her arms, which then, of course, dragged her back.
For a moment she was hanging by her wrists, then she swung back, her toes
finding purchase on the floor again.
She gulped in air rapidly,
her bottom flaming.
Crack!
She squealed again, jerking
forward once more, swinging by her wrists before finding the floor again.
“Really,” he said with
disapproval. “You should learn to take a little pain, Miss Sumner. This will go
much easier on you.”
Feeling panicky, she turned
to face him as he drew his arm back again. He halted, frowning as she blushed
hotly.
“This will not avail you.
You know you have misbehaved. You know you must be punished. And you agreed to
it. Would you like to rescind that agreement?”
Even in her panic, the
thought of her father seeing that video was too horrific to even consider. She
jerked her head from side to side.
“Then accept it as an
adult.”
She glared at him and he
sighed, then went past her and into the shadows. He returned with another
object. This had a thick round handle, and sprouted very thin leather laces. It
was a whip, she thought, her eyes going wide again. Only a very short one, with
very thin laces. A flog. She'd seen their like on web sites when she had bought
the gag for Aimee.
“Turn,” he ordered.
She glared, and he drew
back his arm, the one with the flog. She had a moment
of understanding, and then it swung down, the thin strips spreading out as they
flew through the air, and cutting down across the taut surface of her breasts.
She screamed again, stung
by each strap at almost the same time, an explosion of little stings rippling
into her breasts as she rapidly twisted around to present her bottom to him.
Crack!
The strap cut across her
bottom again and she howled, hips jerking forward.
But she kept her position,
this time, trembling as she was.
Crack!
She groaned, hips bucking,
but her feet staying on the floor as the strap snapped down across her now
flaming bottom.
Crack!
Kendall moaned, feeling her
eyes fill with tears.
Crack!
She hissed, gulping in air
as the pain in her bottom grew into a flame, her skin throbbing with every
breath she took.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Each blow made her hips
lurch and she shuddered, sweating now. She stared at Aimee as the faceless man
continued to place slow, carefully measured blows against her overheated
bottom. The arm of the machine was thrusting in and out of her, the vibrator
buzzing, and Aimee was now gleaming with sweat, her body jerking and flinching
to every thrust.
She wasn't wailing any
more, but was groaning and grunting and moaning in a way Kendall had come to
recognize.
Crack!
She moaned, swaying, more
weight coming down on her wrists.
Crack!
Her bottom was on fire. But
oddly, this seemed to be forming a sort of shield now, around her. Pain was
heat, after all, and her bottom was already so hot that the sharpness was being
taken out of each new blow.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
She felt the blows, and
winced at them, but no, they were not nearly as sharp, as shocking as they had
been. Her buttocks continued to burn, but her shaken mind began to calm.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
She groaned and her head
rolled back, then forward. She stared at Aimee again, then yelped as she felt a
blow across her back. It was not the strap but the other one, and she arched
and cried out, more shocked than anything else. The fresh stings rained down on
her back across a wide area, all shooting into her nervous system at the same
time.
Crack!
The flog cut across her
back a second time, and she moaned, staring at Aimee.
She was being whipped!
Whipped! What an incredible thing! It was like she was in a fantasy! A dark,
nasty fantasy!
Crack!
The flog sliced into her lower back
and she groaned, arching her back briefly.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The blows were not that
hard, she thought, mind churning. He could have hit her harder, she was sure.
She could take this. It wasn't so bad! Not really!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Whipped! She stared at
Aimee, at the way the girl was shuddering and moaning, her muscles bunching as
she sought to thrust herself back against the machine. It was, to Kendall, a
deliciously lewd and erotic sight.
Crack!
Her back was on fire now,
almost as bad as her bottom, and the sharp sting of the new blows was lessened.
As each blow fell, her back flamed more, but the sharpness diminished.
Whipped, she thought,
moaning to herself.
Whipped like a... like a
prisoner, like a … a slave!
Crack!
“Turn around. I would like
to do your breasts next.”