A HIT PUBLICATION
CAPTIVE OF THE CIRCLE X
F. E. CAMPBELL


1

No Escape

The dogs were disgusting. They were also frightening, a circle of sniffing snouts and bared 
teeth.

Whenever Stephanie began a step in any direction, it met with bared fangs and snarls. It 
had been several minutes before they had caught up with her and formed their vicious circle, 
and from the start Stephanie had found it wise to cover her sex with a protecting hand. If her 
nakedness had been covered with clothing, it would have been a lot better. A naked girl of 
more interest to a pack of hounds than one fully clothed. She cursed the dogs and whoever 
had trained them. She was neatly trapped. She did not by to leave the spot where they had 
caught up with her. They did not attack but she dared not run so was their prisoner. If it 
hadn’t been for the dogs, she might have made good her escape.

Anxiously she gazed back at the hills and the land her racing feet had covered. Soon a 
man on horse back was sure to appear. She could almost write the scenario before it began. 
She would be dragged back to the ranch house at the end of a rope, not out of any need to 
do so, but simply to teach her a lesson. It would be a degrading return to captivity.

It happened been pretty much on schedule. Justin Roberts was riding at a leisurely pace, 
secure in his knowledge of the dog’s ability. He was a rough and grizzled rancher who had 
made a fortune on the stock market. Roberts shared his daughter’s taste in naked girls and 
what could be done with them. He possessed a sardonic sense of humour and laughed when 
he beheld his query clutching what he always coarsely referred to as “her cunt”. But he had 
not yet made use of the feminine facility, regarding Stephanie as the property of his daughter 
Jill. But Stephanie had an uneasy feeling she would be possessed by him before too long. At 
the age of fifty-five, Justin Roberts was an extremely virile man. He slid from the saddle, 
holding a length rope in his hand. Kicking aside the sniffing dogs, he gruffly ordered, “Come 
here, gal, you know what to do.”

“Please don’t tie me. There’s no need. I’ll walk back with you. I know when I’m beat.”

“I ain’t so sure of that, gal. I ain’t never see a critter more inclined to head for the hills than 
you.

Come here, don’t argue.”

“

It was always the same and Stephanie always hated it — the meek submission to superior 
force.

But she turned her back for Roberts convenience then, after a moments hesitation, crossed
her wrists. She stood in despair while those wrists were bound, the rawhide thong wound 
skilfully around her wrists and drawn up and down to assure maximum tightness. With the 
final knot in a place where her fingers could not reach, Stephanie knew she had lost her hands
for sure. And then, when the rope circled her neck, it completed the scene she had envisioned 
from the start. Roberts climbed back into the saddle but offered her no ride. When his horse 
took the first pace, he jerked the rope and the captive girl took the first step in her shameful 
march to back to what she always thought of as prison. She knew, too, there would be 
something else awaiting her return. It would be whatever punishment Jill decided to inflict, a 
punishment dependent upon the mood of a teenage girl. Justin Roberts spoiled his daughter 
outrageously.

The distance Stephanie was marched at the end of the rope was not great, perhaps two or 
three miles but it was a long time to have to walk in shame at the end of a horse. In bitterness,
Stephanie responded to such remarks and comments Roberts chose to toss back to the 
captive of his rope.

“Young Jill will probably whip your ass for this little trick,” he said cheerfully. ‘Tell her to 
give you a few from me with the quirt, will you?”

Stephanie hated the quirt The two heavy thongs were cruel and hurt terribly. She 
wondered if Roberts would find out if she failed to deliver his message. His next bit of 
information was far from reassuring, “I’ve had a couple of cages built for you, gal. One of 
them’s in the house downstairs and the other’s out under a tree where the sun won’t burn you
up.” He laughed again. “Don’t need you getting burned from the beat I’d sooner tan your hide
myself with a quirt. Maybe I’ll get around to it one of these days.” He twisted around in his 
saddle. “Come on, gal, say something.”

“I don’t know what to say. I don’t want to talk about being punished or about being a 
prisoner, and I’m sure you don’t want me to talk about being freed and allowed to go home.”

“I can see it sort of limits you, gal. But I don’t mind you talking about going back home. 
We both know it ain’t gonna happen. Did ya have a boyfriend when we picked you up?’

“I suppose you could call him that. I suppose he’ll be wondering where I am.” Stephanie’s 
tone was listless. “But that was four months ago, everyone will have forgotten me by now.”

“It’s worked out real good. The way we picked you up, I mean. If Jill didn’t let you go 
running all over the landscape, it would be perfect. When we get back, I’m going to tell that 
youngster that, if she can’t learn to tie a knot, she had best keep you ironed all the time. This 
is the third time I’ve had to pick you up this way. You must be real accustomed to looking at 
my horse’s ass!”

“Justin, please don’t tell Jill to keep me chained. Chains are horrible. Tliey weigh a ton and 
the take away a girl’s hope.” Stephanie looked up at her captor pleadingly.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell her to go easy. Having these cages I just told you about will make 
keeping you safe easier. I’ve had (hem cages made with a little bit of space to shove your food
in. They ain’t much bigger than your body, though. The small opening will work real good for 
tying your hands, too. You just back up to the opening and push your hands through. Anyone 
can then just tie your hands together before they unlock the door. You see what I mean about
not taking chances.”

‘ You treat me like a convict or something. You could keep me safe without any of these 
horrible things. But I’m sure you and Jill will get a big kick out of seeing me inside your lousy 
cage. With leg irons on my feet so I can’t run and can’t hardly walk. You love being mean.”

“Not mean enough to stop you saying things you ought to get whipped for.” Roberts 
grunted with amusement. Can’t say we don’t give you freedom of speech.”

Thank you. I suppose I should be grateful.” Stephanie sounded doubtful. “Look, Justin, why
can’t you send a brief note to Ellis Clifton, my boyfriend. Tell him I’m safe or whatever else you 
want to say. Surely that’s not asking too much.”

“You’re asking too damned much for safety. He’d take it straight to the cops and they’ve 
got so all fired cleaver lately it’s not safe to let a fart in Nevada without someone smelling it in 
Washington.”

They walked a while in silence, the rough, tough rancher and the girl naked and bound. 
But then, under the stress of pure impulse, Stephanie pleaded, “Can’t you realize you’re 
stealing my youth?

You’re taking away from me the best part of my life. Why can’t you just keep me one more
month and then let me go. You will have had your fun and then I’ll have something to look 
forward to?”

She paused expectantly.

“Seems to me I’ve heard that song before. Didn’t we say you’d get a licking the next time 
you came up with it?” Justin pulled his horse to a halt. He looked at his captive sternly. “Come 
on now, tell the truth.”

“You told me that,” Stephanie admitted. “I’m sorry I said it I should have known better. 
Please forgive me.”

Once more the lithe figure of the man slid to the ground. Roberts pointed to a smooth 
rock.

“Drape yourself across that, dearie, and I’ll see if I can’t make in imprint on that memory of
yours.

I’m going to quirt your rump.”

Stephanie knew she had made a mistake and it would be useless to argue. She gazed 
appealingly at the weathered but handsome face of the man who now was running the quirt 
through his hands and then, with a sob of despair, she knelt and bent her nudity across the 
boulder, hot from the sun.

Miserably she obeyed the order to raise her hands up high to leave her bare bottom 
vividly exposed.

Tearfully she pleaded, “Don’t hit me too hard. That quirt’s an awful thing to use to whip a 
girl.

Please…”

“Don’t worry, kid, it ain’t gonna be that bad. You’ll still have your pretty little ass when I’m 
through with you. Now shut up and keep still.”

The heavy thongs cut the air to make swift impact upon innocent flesh. Stephanie 
screamed and fell sideways from the rock to lay twisting in the dust.

“You just got number one,” Roberts said easily. “Now get your pretty belly back across that
rock, I got number two waiting. I know it hurts but that’s the name of the game. Get yourself 
into position pronto.”

It was hateful. It shameful. It was everything bad. The twin marks from the quirt were 
blazing on her bottom, and

Stephanie had to use considerable will power to raise her bound wrists up again to expose
the target he desired. She said nothing but closed her eyes. When number two bite hard at 
her skin, she once more cried aloud before sliding to the dirt to lay there sobbing.

“I’m a merciful man,” Justin Roberts said with easy satisfaction. “You sure made a powerful 
lot of fuse over two little strokes, gal. I would have thought Jill would have your bottom pretty
well tanned by now. Here, I’ll help you up. That’s all I’m giving your right now. Think you 
learned a lesson?”

“Yes, I’ve learned a lesson.” The words emerged from Stephanie’s lips hurriedly. “Thank 
you, Justin, I expect I’ve earned what you’ve just given me.”

“My, my, humility to boot!” Roberts chuckled. “It’s like I was telling you, honey, a quirt will 
teach a girl anything. And after she’s had it once, she don’t want no more. You’re damned 
lucky I’m letting you get away with just a couple.” He got back on his horse and they resumed 
their march.

Stephanie was now thankful she walked instead of sitting behind the saddle.

The kiss of the quirt was a pain not easily dispelled. Each step the naked girl took toward 
another waiting punishment caused the painful weals she had just received to blaze anew as if
reluctant to allow forgetfulness. She could neither see nor feel the two welts burning brightly 
on her skin but she would know they were there for hours still to come.

“A man would suppose a gal like you would have more sense than to run out through the 
door stark naked,” Roberts flung back at her as she walked along beside her horse. “Young Jill 
and me figured that keeping you naked would be about the same as a ball and chain, you 
wouldn’t do no running. Seems we was wrong.”

“No, I expect you were right,” the bound girl agreed. “Ordinarily I would never dream of 
running in this condition.

I but I just didn’t want to be a prisoner any longer. I didn’t want I to be a prisoner at all. I 
think most girls would run, even stark naked, from what you’ve put me through. I know you 
don’t I agree with me but that’s the reason I did what I did. Now I suppose you’ll tell Jill to go 
ahead and punish me. Can’t you understand, Justin, I’m not having much of a life?” If Roberts 
understood, he said no word of it. The girl and her captor retraced the escape route she had 
used such a short I time ago, running in great leaping strides in the glory of being I unbound 
with freedom beckoning ahead. She had supposed I Justin and his dogs elsewhere, and that 
Jill considered her I plaything safely tied.

Bitterly Stephanie reflected that a plaything was exactly what she was, a plaything for the 
amusement of a teenage girl who’s moods were as capricious I as the wind. Stephanie’s seat 
was already blazing from the I two imprints of Roberts’ quirt and she wondered how many 
more stripes it would bear before the day was done. She could I scarcely hope to get away 
with an escape attempt without I punishment.

The ranch house of the Circle X had been built by Roberts father, now long dead. It was 
well weathered but age had subtracted nothing from its original character. It was sturdy land 
strong in pretty much the manner of Roberts himself. It was a rambling building, pleasing to 
the eye.

Whoever had constructed it had done so with the instincts of an architect. It was planted 
firmly upon a rise of land as well as upon solid concrete. And the rooms of concrete below 
ground level were something Stephanie knew all too well, and tried never to think about. They
were part of Jill’s playground. The lady of the house was sweet sixteen and beautifully bale 
skinned in a way to offset a heavy swath of dark hair across her shoulders. The girl was 
undeniably beautiful, not wet weathered by desert winds or life. For her, life was good, made 
so by a doting father. For Justin Roberts, his daughter could do no wrong. When she had 
expressed a desire to possess a girl ten years older than herself, Roberts had granted that 
request as he might have granted a desire for a new car. If you knew the right people, girls 
were easy to come by. And he, himself, was not adverse to have one around. It had been his 
idea to keep the captive naked as a deterrent to escape, although he was willing to freely 
admit his interest in a pair of firm tits and a dark patch of pubic curls and a pair of shapely 
legs.

Jill was waiting for them at the top of the steps by the main door. She was obviously 
bouncing with happiness. “I knew you’d catch her, Daddy. I knew you’d bring her home at the 
end of a rope.

Gosh, she’s a mess, I’ll have to give her a bath.” To the runaway girl she said in abrupt 
authority,

“You silly bitch, Stephanie. You should have had more sense than to try that. Come along 
to get cleaned up. We’ll talk about punishing you afterwards.”

Justin had taken his rope from Stephanie’s neck and was leading his horse to the barn. The
captive girl watched his departure with regret for he was often kinder to her than his 
daughter, Jill, not withstanding the quirt burns on what he liked to call her rump. Jill had 
already clasp a handful of hair to easily control her prize possession while examining Roberts’ 
ropes around captive wrists.

“Daddy’s got your hands fixed real good,” she pronounced cheerfully. “Gosh, all that 
running you’ve done has given you a sheen of sweat”

Let’s get it washed off.”

Being bathed by her beautiful owner was a ritual to which Stephanie was well accustomed.
The ranch maiden delighted in soaping her firm, full breasts and to message her venus mound
with its surrounding patch of hair. Stephanie has learned to stand still on these occasions, 
parting her legs as required and making no complaint if her nipples were pinched or her 
bottom slapped. Her hands were always firmly tied behind her back so she could do almost 
nothing for herself But since Jill adored every nook and cranny of the captive girl, it was in its 
way a bond between her and the girl who do nothing except kick. And when the towelling was
done and the lovely skin dried, her owner took both of Stephanie’s nipples to hold them 
between firm thumbs and fingers while gazing deeply and lovingly into captive eyes. “Don’t 
look so frightened, Stephanie,” she said. “You’re scared right now that I’m going to hurt them 
but that’s going to come later.” Jill paused to tease the twin rosebuds their owner could not 
touch and most certainly could not defend. Laughingly, Jill added, “I can tell how guilty you 
feel, darling, it’s written all over your face. You understand, of course, guilty girls get punished,
don’t they?” She shook the breasts impatiently. “Don’t just stand and look unhappy, say 
something. And it had better be the right thing.”

“Yes, guilty girls have to be punished,” Stephanie said mechanically. “But, Jill dear, please 
don’t hurt me too bad. It’s suppose to the right of every prisoner to seek escape. I’m sure you 
would if you were in my shoes.”

“Of course I would, darling. But I’m wearing the right shoes, it’s you who are wearing the 
other kind. After I fix your hair, would you like to be whipped? Just for starters?’

“I never like to be whipped. I hate it!”

“That’s the wrong attitude, Stephanie dear, I think I had best give you six with my riding 
crop.

But first here.” She took the soapy rag and wet Stephanie’s bottom. “I’ve heard that it hurts
more with wet skin. I want to see if that’s true.”

Stephanie moaned inwardly. This would be the beginning of the pain. Twisting helplessly 
at bound wrists, she sighed and turned her back towards Jill. Since the teenager always kept 
an instrument of corporal punishment suspended from her belt, the agony was instant. 
Stephanie yelped and did a little jump forward.

“Gosh, that’s wonderful, darling. Did you hear that wet sound when it hit? I’m giving you 
six strokes before we go for coffee.”

Stephanie was uncertain if the extra pain was due to the riding crop hitting wet skin or 
hitting over two quirt marks placed there a short time before. Perhaps both.

“Please don’t hit me so hard,” Stephanie asked pleadingly. “You don’t have to. It hurts 
something fierce.”

Her answer was another scolding cut which truly sound quite different from when her skin 
was dry, and hurt with all the vicious venom of the first. Stephanie stamped a wet foot as an 
expression of the agony since she didn’t want to scream. Her fingers were fluttering and 
hands trying to twist all the while, further expressions of the pain. It was wrong, it was terribly 
unfair, but that was of no concern to the girl who held the whip. The whip was applied again.

“Just give me four lashes,” Stephanie pleaded. “Your father gave me two already. Please 
count those along with your own.”

“Oh, come off it, sweetheart!” Jill sounded genuinely shocked at such mathematics. “I 
ought to give you an extra just for that but I want to take you to coffee to talk about all the 
other lovely punishments you’ve earned. Now hold still, you’re only got four to go. I’m going 
to give them to your hard This is fun!”

By the time the promised punishment was complete, there were sobs in Stephanie’s voice. 
“Please don’t make me sit in front of the mirror so you can do my hair. I’m on fire down there, 
it’s pure agony.”

Sympathy was instant. Young hands eagerly massaged bruised flesh to evoke fresh squeals
of pain. And the same young hands guided the punished girl to forcibly plant her upon the 
seat in front of the mirror. And, for a minute, the whipped girt sat breathless as her whole 
being responded to a fresh pain which all too obviously would have to be repeated again and 
again. Instinct told Stephanie all too clearly that to complain would earn her the most obvious
punishment of all, to be suspended by her wrists, thus relieving her bruised bottom of all 
friction but the air. Stephanie sat upon a fire without complaint.

It was the same in the patio where Mandy was laying out the coffee things beneath the 
shade of a huge, old tree. Jill laughed delightedly at the all too visible wince as her prisoner’s 
bottom made contact with the chair. “I love to have you hurting just a little bit, darling, 
enough to remind you it comes from me, and there’s plenty more to come. Mandy makes the 
most delicious coffee, so I’ll hold the cup to your lips, dear. Gosh, I love owning you!”

There were sandwiches and little cakes which Stephanie ate in unashamed hunger. A quick
run in the country works up an appetite. On a sudden whim, she inquired, “Why did your 
father have me kidnapped, Jill? The world is filled with girls but I had to be the one.”

“It’s simply, darling. I gave Daddy the full specifications of the sort of girl I wanted to own. 
He passed them on to the people who deal in these sort of things and, of course, they ; picked
up you.

You’re everything I ever longed for.” Jill sighed happily. “I’ve been looking at you as we 
drink our coffee, and you’re just so gorgeous that I simply have to do something interesting 
to you. I’m sure you won’t mind.”

The question was rhetorical so the girl to be hurt waited for further details, while pleading, 
“Give me a break, Jill. You’ve just finished caning my bottom and you know it’s hurting like 
crazy to sit the way I am. I’m sick of being punished.”

“But, darling, this is such a nice idea. And beautifully sensual. You’ll love it. Now keep quiet,
I know what you’re going to say so there’s no need to say it. Have another cup of coffee while 
I get ready.”

Stephanie had another cup of coffee, a cup held to her lips by loving hands. Jill’s cruelties 
were unpredictable but her love for her captive girl was constant. As usual, Stephanie was 
consumed in frustration. “What is the wonderful thing you’re going to use on me?” she asked 
in a voice both weary and

wary. “I know it’s useless to ask you not to do it so I might as well ask die grisly details.”

;

“I had the damnedest time finding one,” Jill rambled on. “And even after I got it, I had to 
have Daddy’s handyman, you know, the one who works in the blacksmith’s shop, make: some 
modifications. It will look real sharp on you, down there between your thighs.” Jill’s face was 
radiant with joy as she upturned a cup to reveal hidden beneath it a full sized paper clip such 
as is used in offices to keep papers in their place. But this one was slightly curved and it’s 
serrated teeth were buffed and blunted to insure they would not cut. She held it up before the
horrified gaze of the girl destined to wear it, and then asked sweetly, “Do you know where it’s 
going?”

From her first sight of the evil object, Stephanie had known and was now resigned. Since 
the teenager was so radiantly ardent, it would be useless to protest. “Are you going to put it 
on me now,” she asked.

“Of course, darling. I love coffee so I can sip and watch your reactions. I’m sure you’ll have 
some. In the meantime, just stand up and spread your pretty feet as far apart as your lovely 
shackles will allow. Don’t make a fuss or I’ll gag you.”

In misery, Stephanie did as she was told. Bound hands and shackled feet robbed her of 
decision.

She belonged to this charming young girl and what Jill wanted, Jill always got. In obvious 
excitement, Jill knelt to explore the possibilities of Stephanie’s venus mound, and how best the
lovely labia could be contained by her new toy. Hating the examination and what it foretold, 
Stephanie stared grimly ahead, waiting breathlessly in horrible suspense.

The young fingers were deft and strong and quite suddenly the brutal jaws seized their 
pray and, despite a strong intention not to, Stephanie screamed as the lips of her sex were 
made at one by the hungry metal object. The pain was terrible.

“Take it off, I can’t bear it!” Stephanie was struggling within her bonds, bending and 
twisting and even sitting on wounded flesh in a hope the effort would rid her sex of the thing 
which bite deeply into her flesh and seemed filled with venom. Gasping, she pleaded over and
over, “Take it off! Oh, take it off! It’s torture and I can’t bear it. Oh, Jill, take it off!”

Jill, taking another cup of coffee from the pot, sat in total absorption as Stephanie 
agonizingly sought relief from the biting metal which held the lips of her sex in an iron grip. 
Stephanie was so wonderful, she did everything absolutely right. As she watched her 
struggles, and listened to the moans and gasps, Jill knew herself a very lucky girl, indeed.

For Stephanie it was terrible pain coupled with frustration. She could lean forward and 
observe, in fact even examine the clamp which closed her cunt and hurt so. She knew the 
pained sounds and pleas she emitted were shameful but did not care. She struggled steadily, 
tugging at bound wrists and jerking her whole body around. For a minute she even spread her
legs wide and shook her hips, trying to dislodge the terrible demon that bit her. It was no use. 
Finally, in exhaustion, she slithered to the floor and lay there sobbing as her mistress enjoyably
sipped coffee and gazed upon her with starry eyes.

“Get up, Stephanie, and stop being silly.” The tone of the youthful mistress was sharp in 
command. “I want you to come and stand here before me, and I want you to stand up straight
while we both enjoy that pretty thingie I’ve clipped on you. You needn’t worry, darling, it will 
do no damage, it simply hurts.”

Even though it was but a few feet, it was the most painful walk Stephanie had ever 
encountered.

The chain between her ankles forced her to shuffle and clinked at her every step as she 
obeyed her mistress’ command. Savagely, her hands twisted and tore at roped wrists. Never 
had she so desired the freedom of hands.

“That’s right, darling, you did that so well.” Jill was lavish with her praise. “It’s a pity you 
can’t see yourself tugging at that tie on your wrists, and the funny faces you make when you 
hurt yourself. Stephanie, I do love you so much. Would you like another cup of coffee while 
you stand up straight like a good girl while I watch that wonderful clamp I’ve put in (he right 
place? Don’t forget now, stand up straight and stick your tits out.”

As Stephanie gulped the coffee, she was almost eye to eye with the sixteen year old girl 
who held her in thrall, and in those sparkling orbs she found nothing but admiration and love.
It was so hard to reconcile a burning, biting thing on her sex with this young woman so wise 
beyond her years, and who could so easily create a blend of affection and pain. Without 
warning, teasing fingertips were playing with Stephanie’s nipples to cause the captive girl to 
gasp in a way she could not control.

Jill’s fingertips were pure magic, and the nipples upon which they played were sensitive 
beyond belief. Stephanie stood stiffly erect in a pose she knew Jill loved: breasts out-thrust, 
tummy flat Stephanie found herself closing her eyes and emitting small sounds that could be 
of pain or pleasure.

Curiously, Jill inquired, “If I keep playing with your tits, darling, do you think you could 
reach a climax while your lips are sealed? I’m going to try.”

Stephanie could never remember the pleadings and the protests she had made in an 
instinctual explosion of revolt against the awful pain and the terrible thought of being made 
to undergo that indignity. But the rush of words did no good, the teenage fingers playfully 
continued their task, and it was not long before both girls knew for sure what was going to 
happen. Stephanie’s sex exploded in a combination of agony and ecstasy such as she had 
never known. And Mice more she was struggling and contorting as Jill stepped away to view 
in awe the miracle she had brought about.

It took the tortured girl a long time to re-enter die conscious world of fear, supposing that
since she had broken the pose, she would now be punished. But one look at Jill’s enraptured 
face was reassuring. The girl was enjoying herself and would be less inclined to punishments. 
Slowly, and fighting the persistent pain, the tied girl once more stood erect and thrust her 
breasts forward in the manner desired by her mistress, gasping as she did so. “Take it off, oh, 
Jill, take it off! Please take it off…!”

Jill did not take it off. Instead she knelt and unlocked the metal bands around captive 
ankles, setting the leg irons aside and ordering, in a strangely gentle tone, “I want you to walk 
up an down.

I’m sure you don’t want to but I insist.”

“I can’t, I simply can’t It hurts too much.”

“Of course it hurts, darling, that’s the whole idea. You shuffled over here to stand where 
you are now. I’m sure with your legs free it will be easier for you to walk. Go ahead, dear, I’m 
not going to allow you to get away with a refusal.”

Stephanie lifted a foot but immediately put it back on the ground to plead once more, “Jill,
don’t be so mean. I can’t handle the pain. I can’t walk and that’s an end to it.”

“Nonsense,” Jill exclaimed. “You’re trying to put on over. Do you know that if I leave that 
clamp on you, it’s better than chaining your ankles. You can walk slowly with the leg irons but 
the way you tell it, you can’t walk at all while you wear that delightful clamp.”

“Yes, that’s the way it is. If you don’t take it off, you’ll just have to let me stand the way I 
am. I’m trying to please you.”

Suddenly the riding crop was in Jill’s hand, its wicked tip playfully making contact. “You can
either go for a walk, darling, or I can put some more marks on you with this. Can’t you see 
how silly that would be? ‘Cause then you’d have to put up with that clamp on your pussy as 
well as some new marks on your bottom. I do love this riding crop, it leaves the most beautiful
scarlet marks on your skin. Which will it be, darling?”

When Stephanie walked, it was a sad, painful parade before Jill’s avid eyes. The captive was
doing something she had believed impossible but which, under the spur of the riding crop, 
become something she had to do. Diving into agony with each step, she marvelled that she 
was able to endure the pain. Stephanie continued her anguished march until, unable to hear 
her pussy’s pain any longer, she fell to her knees beside her mistress to bury her tousled hair 
against Jill’s scant bikini, her hands carrying on their ceaseless struggle against the tight cords 
that bound them.

Without a word, Jill’s fingers gently smoothed disordered hair, bringing bare thighs 
together to form a resting place for the lovely head bowed in total submission. Lovingly she 
smoothed and played with the dark locks, damp with the sweat of pain before raising the 
head from her lap to kiss the tear-drenched eyes and the lips longing for affection and the 
end of pain. The two girls kissed endlessly without speech until Jill leaned down to unclip die 
metal demon which had delivered Stephanie into a world of anguish. As it was taken from the 
grateful flesh, the final agony of release shocked the naked and bound girl but made her glad.
For the girl with bound hands the relief was so intense she could find no words but once 
again buried her face between Jill’s bear thighs to weep tears of gratitude that one more 
punishment was passed.

The evening meal at the Circle X was often made festive by the presence of Justin Roberts. 
He sincerely enjoyed his daughter and the naked, captive girl he had purchased for her as a 
gift Justin Roberts could be relied upon for humour, and that evening chose a topic to cause a
captive’s blush.

“I was talking to Hank down at the blacksmith’s shop today.” He fixed his daughter with a 
sardonic grin. “He told me about that there clip thing, the ones they use in offices, the way 
you had him work on it so it would be just right to close on the lips of a girl’s cunt” Roberts 
laughed over the use of that four letter word. “I hear you used it on her today. Ain’t that being
rough on the poor girl?”

“Daddy, it was so much fun. It fits her beautifully and she positively bates it And, anyway, 
she was a bad girl. I can clip it on whenever she’s bad. After half an hour of that, she’ll be 
good for a week afterwards.” Jill turned to her captive, “That’s right, isn’t it darling?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Stephanie hated the admission but it was the truth. At least she knew 
that she wasn’t telling them anything they didn’t already know.

Roberts was still looking at his daughter. “I don’t want you being too cruel to Stephanie,” 
he told her soberly. “How’d you like it if I put that clamp on you after supper?”

“Oh, Daddy!” Jill’s exclamation held reproach in the manner of all spoiled children. “You 
wouldn’t do that to me, would you? And, anyway, judging by Stephanie’s behaviour, I couldn’t
stand the pain.”

“All the more reason why you should try it out. You shouldn’t use anything you haven’t 
tested.”

Jill knew her father better than Stephanie. She said, sulkily, “Well, okay, if you don’t like it I 
won’t use it again. But it works wonderfully, please don’t make me throw it away.”

Roberts grunted and the matter was dropped. Conversation turned to the annual 
round-up due later in the season. Stephanie, hands still bound behind her back and fed by her
mistress found little of interest in round ups or anything else connected with the ranch. But 
this was not the case with Jill, who suddenly perked up to make a suggestion too horrible for 
Stephanie to even think about.

“You’ll be branding all the new caves, won’t you, Daddy?” Jill smiled at her father. “Please 
have Hank make me an iron so Stephanie can be branded with my initials. I think that would 
be really way out! And after Stephanie got over the way it hurt, she’ll probably be proud as 
she could be to have my initials forever on her skin.”

It was an idea that should have brought outrage followed by denial. But Justin Roberts was
his daughter’s father, and whatever turned his daughter on was likely to affect him in the 
same way. He thought only a second before agreeing, That’s a damned fine idea. It won’t hurt 
the girl none, least ways not for very long. But the way I see it, you got a problem where to 
put it. If you plant a hot iron on her ass, she won’t be able to sit down, not for quite a while. 
You got any ideas?”

“I thought perhaps you would know the best place, Daddy. Stephanie’s got all sort of 
places but I’ll admit I’m not sure which is the best. If we put it on her bottom, I’ll feel guilty 
every time I whip her,” she confided with a giggle, “And that’s quite often. As I suspect you 
know.”

Stephanie sat still with shock. She was to be branded just like any one of the herd of cattle 
Roberts owned. She had a terrible vision of red-hot iron and scream after scream. Knowing 
anything she said was a waste of words, she still pleaded, “Please don’t do that to me, Mr. 
Roberts.

I’m just a girl, I shouldn’t be branded like a steer.”

“Don’t you worry none, sweetheart, you’re in good hands. Hank will plant that brand on 
you and you’ll hardly know it’s happening. Young Jill’s got a real bright idea.”

“But, Daddy, where will we plant the brand? If we’re not going to put it on her bottom, 
how about her back?”

Justin Roberts leered. “You want your fun but you don’t want to spoil the merchandise, 
honey.

There ain’t no use branding her on her back any more than on her ass. You whip her back 
almost as much as you whip her bottom. But there is a spot that would take a brand real good
and that you don’t whip much. The tops of her hips in the back is real good flesh for a brand, 
almost as good as that there soft flesh of her bottom.” He laughed. “I expect the doctor’s 
books got a name for it, but let’s you and me call it the top of her ass. It won’t even stop her 
sitting down.”

Justin and his daughter thus agreed. Stephanie knew her fate was sealed. She was going to
be branded and nothing she could say would change it. But she had to try. “Mr. Roberts, can’t 
you give me a break-I guess Jill and I understand each other and I have to do whatever she 
says. But must I really be kept a prisoner like this? Must my hands always be tied behind my 
back? Must I always be naked? Why couldn’t I be just a companion? Some sort of middle 
course?”

“Don’t see how, honey.”

“If you kept my ankles chained, I couldn’t run away.”

“Well, maybe not,” Roberts conceded. “But I like them that way. And so docs Jill. If you 
want Jill to stop whipping your ass, then take it up with her. She owns you, not me.” Once 
more he laughed.

“You can try but you’d best be careful what you say to her, she’s liable to take offence. And
I ain’t gonna stop her from doing what she wants — not unless she’s going too far.”

He turned to Jill. “Look, sweetheart take this poor girl to bed with you tonight, give her a 
good time. Make it a mutual affair instead of one sided like you usually do. I know bow you 
girls can nibble each other. Might be good if both of you got a bit of happiness out of it. You 
can dive right into there, between Stephanie’s legs and make her feel good. Don’t worry about
her getting loose, her hands is tied real good, you ought to know that.”

Many was a wonderful cook and Stephanie tried hard to enjoy the meal but found it hard 
with all this talk about {Handing. But the thought of Jill’s actually putting her head between 
Stephanie’s legs and making her feel real good, just as Stephanie had been ordered to do to 
Jill many times, sent a shiver of excitement racing down her spine. She wondered if Jill would 
carry out her father’s suggestion or if she would spend the night locked in a dungeon cage 
with chains on her limbs. From previous experience she knew Roberts did not want to hear of 
these things. He found his enjoyment in looking at her perfect breasts and the pussy which he
usually called a cunt.

The topic of her branding and night time activities seemed to die down so Stephanie tried 
to bring up a familiar topic. “I do wish you’d drop a line to Ellis, just to tell him I’m alive and 
well. He must be terribly worried about me. Please do this for me.”

“No way, sweetheart.” Roberts voice was harsh. “He’d take that letter straight to the cops 
and those bastards would sniff their way straight to this ranch. Piss on your Ellis.” Roberts 
shook a warning finger. “And you’d best forget the guy. A boyfriend is the last thing you need 
right now.

You got a girlfriend in Jill. And if she has to whip your ass everyday to show appreciation, 
well, that’s the way of it I don’t want to hear any more about Ellis or anyone else. If you get 
too damned horny, I might be willing to give you relief — if you asked me real nice. I ain’t 
gonna shove it at you but you can remember it’s there. You belong to young Jill, and I would 
have thought what she does to you ought to be enough.” He rose from his chair and, in 
farewell, told them bluntly, “You two gals got it good. If you got any sense you’ll enjoy 
yourselves.”

When the overbearing male presence had departed, Jill sighed happily. “He’s so wonderful,
isn’t he, darling? I wasn’t a bit sure he’d let me have you branded, but, as you can see, he likes 
the idea.”

She giggled. “I expect he’ll want to check on the marks once it’s been done. Aren’t you 
thrilled?”

“Jill, I don’t want to be branded, I really don’t.”

“Of course you do, darling. But I’m sure it’s a bit of a shock. First you must get used to it.”

Mischief took possession of the young voice. “I suppose I could suggest alternatives,” she 
said dreamily. “A hundred strokes with the whip. Being chained in the dungeon for a month. 
Or maybe I could bum off one of your nipples.”

“You wouldn’t want to do any of those things to me, Jill,” Stephanie reproved “They’d all 
affect the way I am, and you want me the way I am.” Her voice became deadly serious. “Look, 
Jill, you want a companion. You’re lonely here with only men around. And since I’ve become 
convinced I can never escape, I’ll be the best companion to you any girl could possibly be. I’ll 
be so damned submissive I’ll be ashamed of myself. But please don’t threaten me with 
branding and the like. I’m only a girl, you know, I’m not made of iron.”

Mandy brought the coffee. But before the girls drank it, Jill clasp her prisoner in her arms 
and by fleshly contact and hot demanding lips gave evidence in full of a love which often spelt
pain but never diminished in intensity. Stephanie’s bound hands prevented her from returning
the hug but she was illogically comforted. And when they retired to bed, Justin Roberts’s 
command was strictly obeyed. It could have been a wonderful night if somewhere among Jill’s
giggled and laughter, she had not promised something different for tomorrow. As the two 
girls revelled in their sex, that promise would not go away.

The something else was by no means new, Stephanie had suffered it before. No matter 
how much she tried to prolong the breakfast period, the time inevitably came when she was 
led out into the wood to sit upon a bard wooden bench and watch her ankles locked in what 
was nothing more than a pair of old fashioned stocks. She supposed their Puritan ancestors 
had not spread a maiden’s legs so wide as has were now, but that was the only difference to 
the punishment of ancient days.

Except, perhaps, that her hands remained bound behind her back and could thus give no 
easement of discomfort she knew would steadily increase throughout the day.

“You look so sweet, darling,” Jill informed as she snapped the awful padlock which insured 
Stephanie’s ankles would not be moving. “I’m being very kind to you, or don’t you agree?”

“Yes, you’re being very kind.” The bound girl’s agreement might have been sarcasm had it 
not been the truth. If she had to be punished, as she always was, Stephanie knew from past 
experienced that what she was to suffer now was by no means the worst of her possibilities. 
She made no plea for mercy, remembering the happiness of the night before. Slave girls had 
to be grateful for what they got. And criticism or a sulky mouth was something Jill would 
never tolerate. After she was kissed the naked girl with bound hands and locked ankles 
watched her mistress depart through the shadows of the trees, and wondered glumly how 
long this punishment would last. Sometimes it was only for an hour, but on other occasions 
stretched out the entire day or even through the nighL Jill’s moods were unpredictable. As 
usual, Stephanie twisted and tugged at corded wrists before giving in. It was instinct, not logic,
for even if she had gotten them free, she would still be prisoner to die stocks.

Her bottom still burned from yesterday’s encounter with the riding crop and quirt, but she 
knew it was something for which she could find no easement Unhappily she allowed her head 
to droop in preparation for a day of mediation.

Stephanie was sadly reviewing in her mind both ha present condition and the lack of hope 
for every becoming free from this father and daughter team of slave holders when she heard a
noise among the trees. Her head snapped up to full attention. Someone was coming!

He could easily have been called talk, dark and handsome, but somehow that did not 
really fit His walk marked him as a horseman, even though his horse had been tethered 
elsewhere. He showed no surprise at finding a naked girl sitting helpless in the stocks. His eyes
devoured breasts and pubic hair with an easy familiarity as if he had seen Stephanie there 
several tunes before. Chuckling, he informed, “Ever since I’d beard young Jill had got herself a 
girl I’ve done a check up every day.

There’s this place and the pillory and that barred cage they’ve recently put up. I was pretty 
sure that sooner of later I’d find you in one of them. My name is Trafford And yours is 
Stephanie. That’s a pretty damned good start And I expect you’d like me to let you loose.”

“Yes, I would. I’m being held against my will,” Stephanie declared. “I’d be terribly grateful if 
you would help me back to freedom.”

“How grateful would that be?” The voice was without promise.

“I suppose you could do the thing that men want to do with girls,” Stephanie said bitterly. 
“I’m willing to pay that for freedom.”

“I’ll just bet you are,” the cowboy voice said. “Who is it that’s got the key to this lock.”

“Jill Roberts.” The visitor nodded in confirmation. “Roberts is a powerful man in these 
parts,” he said. “If you belong to his daughter, I wouldn’t want to mess with that padlock.”

“But Jill’s only a girl of sixteen. She keeps me a prisoner simply out of some silly fantasy 
she has.

Please let me loose. Please break that padlock.”

The lanky horseman surveyed her nakedness in quiet speculation. It was as though he had 
seen naked girls before and what he was no offered for the breaking of a padlock lacked 
sufficient interest. Instead he asked, “Is that there girl of Roberts as mean to you as we hear 
tell?”

“Yes, she is. Look at me now.”

“She couldn’t be that mean without her father saying go ahead. I know Justin Roberts, he’s
a good guy.”

“If you get a couple of rocks and break that lock, and then untie my hands, I’ll be forever 
grateful.

I’ll try and give you whatever it is you want.”

“I’ll just bet you would! But I don’t want a piece of ass bad enough to make Justin Roberts 
an enemy.” He looked at Stephanie with a longing he could not conceal. “But there’s no way 
I’m going to set you free. If young Jill wants you like you are, that’s the way you’re going to 
stay. I’m sorry kid, but the name of Roberts is big, big, big. I’d be nuts to make an enemy like 
that.”

It was all so hopeless. The name of Roberts held her as securely as did the oak which held 
her ankles. Stephanie resigned herself to one more defeat, but tried one more approach. “Get 
me out of the stocks,” she said. “And then enjoy me anyway you want to. I can tell you want to
do that. My hands arc tied so you’ve got me helpless enough. Damn it, man, you’ve got a 
good thing here.”

“It’s not good enough, lady. Roberts would have my hide, and goodness knows what 
young Jill would do to you. Don’t think I’m not hungry for those lovely tits of your and that 
nice pussy. But I gotta be sensible, so I’d best be going before I make an idiot of myself. Give 
young Jill my love.”

He contrived an carnal leer. ‘Tell her the flesh was all too willing but the spirit still had a bit 
common sense.” He turned to go but turned around. “I’ll come and drop by now and then, 
just in case she Axes you like this again. Or has you in that cage that’s deeper into the tree. Of 
course there’s also the pillory, but I expect you know about that. So long.”

“Stop, don’t go!” Stephanie’s voice was a cry of anguish. “Look, the least you could do is 
untie my hands, it miserable sitting here unable to shift or ease my bottom. And I’m sure my 
hair is a mess.” Stephanie’s voice pleaded. “Please, please untie my hands. That wouldn’t hurt 
you none and I wouldn’t tell anyone who did it. Oh, please!”

“Oh, yes it would hurt me. I’ll tell you, sweetheart, there’s never a knot tied by anyone with 
the name Roberts that just happens to come loose. Or which someone like you could get 
loose. When a Roberts ties you, you’re tied for good. No, for sure.”

“So, all right, they’d know but they wouldn’t know who.” Stephanie was fighting for lost 
liberty.

And this Trafford was the only man who she had seen since her capture. “Don’t be such a 
fraidy cat,” she taunted. “If you’re half a man, you’ll give me back my hands.” Her eyes were 
wide with pleading. She had caught his attention. Trafford shifted uneasily from one foot to 
the other before saying, unhappily, “Well, okay. I suppose you’re right about that. I’ll untie 
your hands and you can make whatever explanations you like to Jill and her father. But, for 
Pete’s sake, don’t tell them my name.”

“Oh, thank you!”

“You’d better stick with a story that you untied them yourself. They won’t believe it but 
they also won’t be able to prove otherwise.” Trafford walked around Stephanie’s back and 
pulled her arms up to examine the bindings. “It’s a work of art,” he said. “Your hands could 
stay tied like this forever if someone else didn’t set you free.”

“You think I don’t know that?” “

“I can see what you mean by the immobility bit. You can’t shift on your ass. That little rump
of your must be numb by now. That girl Jill must be a bitch. I’ve always thought her a sweet 
little trick but butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. Just goes to show how you girls can keep a 
man guessing.”

“We don’t mean to. Look, are you having trouble with those knots?”

“Damn it, girl, give me time! It isn’t one knot, it’s half a dozen, I could ease cut you loose 
with a knife but that would give the game away.” Trafford paused before adding, “Look, ate 
you sure you can’t talk to Justin Roberts and get him to do what you just asked me to do? Like
I said, Justin is a good guy-“

“Sure, I’m willing to believe he’s a good guy, but not where his daughter is concerned. He 
absolutely dolts cm that girl, and whatever Jill wants, Jill gets. It was Roberts who had me 
kidnapped. Still, he’s never been anything but kindness and courtesy to me. Quite often we 
have meals together. Well… There was that little incident of the quirt on ray bottom yesterday.
But that was because I tried to escape and he was bringing me back. Jill gets a big kick out of 
showing me off, just like I was a big puppy dog. Whenever we eat I get to wear handcuffs so I 
can feed myself.

But at the same time Jill keeps my ankles chained so I can’t run. Unless I can get help, that 
girl will have me here for life.”

“Well, there you are.” Trafford dangled a length of rope before her eyes. “You’ve got your 
hands back. I hope you’re happy.”

Stephanie was happier than she could say. She was massaging her wrists vigorously and 
with pleasure. And her thanks were sincere. Then she wondered if, having gotten this far, she 
might dare a step further. She looked up anxiously but was forestalled. “No way, sweetheart. 
Like I told you, your feet will stay just the way they are. Nobody’s going to believe you got 
your feet out of those stocks. They’d have to know someone helped. And I’d be the top 
candidate. I’m the closest neighbor to here, you see. I’ve got me a nice little spread and a nice 
little log cabin. I’ll admit that thing I need most of all is a girl and you’d do fine. But don’t say I 
didn’t do something for you.” Impulsively he leaned over and kissed willing lips. And then, as 
though fearful of temptation, he was quickly gone.

Stephanie sighed. It was all so unfair. She looked scathingly to where the solid wood held 
her ankles in a tight grip. She then more happily gave her attention to her rope-burned wrists.
The deep rope marks where Trafford had peeled the cords from her flesh were almost a 
decoration. They would probably stay there for quite a while. Unfortunately, those wrists 
would be soon placed together and corded tightly again. There was no doubt that Jill would 
return them to their former state as soon as she found what had happened. Trafford had even 
thoughtfully left the length of rope beneath the bench on which Stephanie sat, perhaps as 
proof that no rescuer had passed that way.

In a manner quite natural, she leaned back against her pinioned feet and felt around for 
the strip of thin cord which had held her wrists captive for so long. She then held the wicked 
length up for inspection. It was the same cord Justin Roberts had used on her when foiling her
escape. It didn’t look very thick or strong but Stephanie knew full well that she could never 
break even a single string of it. And now she was faced with the problem of explaining why it 
was no longer wrapped around her wrists. All she could think of was to tell a lie but that lie 
would be easily disbelieved.

And what then? She could make a shrewd, sad guess.

Jill arrived in an exuberant mood, playful as a kitten, deadly as a snake. Leaving the reins of
her wrapped around a branch, she gathered the naked Stephanie in her arms to plan upon 
captive lips an ardent kiss. And, in spite of herself, Stephanie could not resist placing her own 
arms around die lovely young neck. “Oh, Jill, darling,” she said when they stopped for breath, 
“I could do this so much better if I had my feet free to stand up.”

“You don’t need your feet, you’re doing fine.” It was not until Jill pulled away, breathless, 
that she realized the freedom of her prisoner’s hands and that they had been around her neck
and thai they were totally free when they were suppose to be behind Stephanie’s back. Jill 
stood back and surveyed the embarrassed young woman whose ankles were held firmly in the
stocks but who had contrived the miracle of freeing herself from a Roberts’ knot The cord was 
coiled nicely upon the bench beside the naked girl.

With heart thudding, Stephanie looked up to explain, “I was bound to get loose sometime,
Jill, dear. I was sitting her so long and all I had to do was work at the knots. This time I was 
lucky.

Please don’t be mad at me.”

“Lucky, my foot! You had help. Who was it?”

“No, really!” Stephanie knew herself blushing from the lie, and from Jill’s disbelieving stare.

Pathetically, she added, “Please don’t punish me.”

Jill was happy. Now she had a new reason to punish this delightful creature which she 
owned so completely. It was better when you had a good reason, it was much better than just 
being cruel for the sake of being cruel. Jill was prepared to play this little game for all it was 
worth. “Of course I’m going to punish you, you know that damned well. But what I have to 
know is who let you loose. I’ll hurt you terribly until you tell me his or her name.”

The two giris looked at each other, Jill delighting in every moment while her captive 
shifted uneasily upon the bench and said, hopelessly, “There isn’t anyone, I told you that. 
Please, Jill, there isn’t anything miraculous about a girl getting free from a bit of rope around 
her wrists. That’s what I did. I couldn’t get away because my feet are locked. I don’t sec why 
you’re so angry.”

“I’m not angry, darting! I’m just going over in my mind all the delightful things I can do to 
you.

And, if somebody’s name comes out of the pain you’re going to suffer, well, that’s a 
bonus. Cheer up, darling, let’s the two of us think over all the possibilities. What would you say
for a start about my leaving you here exactly as you are for a whole week? I’d come and feed 
you and give you the world news and you’d be able to tell me what a good girl you will be 
from now on. How’s that?”

“I’d die,” said Stephanie simply. “Can’t you think of something else?”

“It’s your turn now, dear.” Jill laughed gaily. “Poor darling, having to give herself her own 
punishment. Come alone, tell me.

Once more the prisoner squirmed. Jill loved whipping her and she supposed this was the 
most probably penalty she would have to pay. But it seemed probable that Jill might think of 
something worse, if there was anything worse than being whipped cm your bare skin. Without
hope, she muttered, “Couldn’t you just forgive me this time? Jill, darling, I haven’t done 
anything. I simply got my hands free by myself. I don’t deserve to be punished.”

“But I like punishing you. It’s not the least bit of trouble. I shall love everything I do to 
you.”

“Oh, Jill, it’s so horrible to have to sit here with my feet in these damned stocks so it 
doesn’t matter whether I’ve got my hands or not. You’ve got me safe.”

“I could cane those terribly skilled little hands. Would you enjoy that?”

“You know I wouldn’t. But if that’s what you want to do, you can easily cut a switch and 
make me hold out my hand right here.” Stephanie was desperate.

“I think you want that one, Stephanie. It hurts terribly but I guess you don’t know because 
I’ve never done it to you. I guess I wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than six strokes, 
three on either hand.” Jill chuckled with enjoyment “Of course, you know, there is the one 
where I suspend you by your wrists, strapped tight and nicely apart to a post or branch or 
whatever. And I would simply go away and let you hang. After a while I’ll bet you would wish 
you hadn’t gotten free. How does that hit you?”

Stephanie knew she was being teased, being played with as a cat plays with a mouse it has
caught She was beginning to wonder just what punishment Jill would actually inflict. Dismally 
she asked,

“How long would you leave me hanging like that, Jill?” But even as she said it, she knew it 
wasn’t important That would not be Jill’s punishment.

“I expect about now you’d gladly settle for twenty lashes with the lovely whip across your 
bare back. You would, wouldn’t you?”

Stephanie refused to answer, knowing it a battle she had to loose. There would be no 
winning against this delightful, carefree nymphet who held the key to the padlock, the 
padlock she had been hating for many hours. In a burst of anger and desolation, she 
exclaimed, “AH right, whatever it is get on with it! Go ahead and punish me. Punish me for 
something I didn’t do. You ought to be ashamed.”

Jill’s eyes betrayed nothing but mischief as she took the cord, gathered her victims bare 
arms behind her back, crossing the still rope marked wrists to encircle them with the thin cord.
It went back into the same indentations left by the cord’s presence before, but this time more 
tightly, if that were possible. No doubt this was the beginning, from now on everything would 
be painfully tight.

Removing freedom from her thoughts and assuming a total submissive attitude to the 
young mistress who would never give her a chance to fight, Stephanie knew she was going to 
pay bitterly for the couple of hours of freedom her hands had enjoyed. She watched the 
turning of the key and the lifting of the heavy oaken board.

“There you are, darling,” Jill said cheerfully. “You’ve got your feet back. If I decided to tie 
them together now would you put up a fight or simply be a good little slave girl?”

It had been wonderful to have her hands, now it was wonderful to have her feet, even with
the knowledge both freedoms would be short. The freedom of her feet was short, indeed. Jill 
now took from the saddlebags a handful of silver circlets and silver links. “You know what 
these are, don’t you, darling?”

“You’re going to chain my ankles together, aren’t you?” Stephanie said dully. “Do you 
really have to?”

For answer the young mistress knelt and circled the left ankle in steel, clicking the shackle 
as tightly as was wise. These were no police leg irons, these had been specially made by some 
craftsman who must have wondered about their use. Each silvery band was a inch and a half 
wide, and the chain links which now held Stephanie’s ankles close, was as heavy as the bands 
themselves.

Stephanie had worn them before and knew them inescapable, knew that the length of 
links was cunningly devised to give her space for a hobbled walk but no space to run. She 
kicked at her new tether as if to test it’s venom.

“There, my beautiful, gorgeous naked beauty,” Jill bubbled, “what do you say to a nice 
walk back to the ranch and the punishment you know you’re going to get?”

“I can’t walk with my feet chained like this.”

“Yes you can, you know you can, you’ve done it before. I know it won’t be easy but you 
should have thought of that before you got your hands loose. And so now I’ll put a lovely 
loop of rope around your neck and you can walk beside me while I’m up on the horse or you 
can Walk ten feet behind if you prefer the view of his rump. I’m really being very kind.”

The rope upon Stephanie’s neck chaffed and her wrists, in their fresh bondage, screamed 
their discontent. She was deeply aware of the lovely shackles which would control her steps. 
She said nothing — there was nothing to say. She belonged to this lovely nymphet and that 
was that With care, Stephanie began with one hobbled step, to be followed by another. It was 
an humbling walk, every inch of it in fear of falling down and being unable to cushion her fall 
with hands she no longer possessed. Stephanie was frightened of the rope around her neck. If 
she did foil would Jill let it go slack fast enough to prevent her neck from being broken. 
Hating it, Stephanie hobbled forward, snubbing her ankles with each step, while speeding 
those chained feet to a measured pace to keep level with the horse. It was thus they returned 
to the Circle X and what Jill called coming home.





2


Whips and Ropes


Justin Roberts stared at the naked girl with a deep appreciating. There was also in his eyes that
trace of sardonic amusement with which he always viewed Stephanie’s private parts. Roberts 
knew the mixed up with this regard he cherished for his daughter’s slave girl there were other 
emotions he was not prepared to examine. He was well enough satisfied to watch the twisting 
of her shoulders as her hands tugged at the cords on her wrists and the way the strictures 
dragged her arms back and made her lovely breasts protrude.

“You’re quality, gal. And don’t you ever forget it. You’re wasted on young Jill. I’ve watched 
the way she uses you, and there’s been times when I felt it should have been her who was 
getting the sting of a quirt across her pretty little ass instead of yours. How did you spend the 
night?”

“Jill locked me in the cage.”

“Good. I told her to. It’s good to know she still obeys her old daddy.” He chuckled. “But, 
anyway, I’ve given her another diversion. Picked her up the same way I picked yon up. Her 
name’s Cheeky and it’s a damned good name for her. She’s probably got a tougher ass than 
yours, she’s had a hard life. When I read her the terms of her enslavement to Jill, she didn’t 
seem to think it was all that bad.”

Stephanie looked around the deserted yard. There were sounds from the blacksmith’s 
shop but that was all. Feeling doubly naked in this open space and knowing herself blushing 
from head to foot under this man’s gaze, she ventured, “What are you going to do with me?”

“Ain’t sure yet. But us cattlemen, we got ourselves an organization. We call it the 
Cattleman’s Forum. We get together from time to time, and sometimes I’ll get a single guy 
just visiting me for some business or the other. It stuck me as a good idea to have you 
available for a bit of fun. A bunch of tough old guys getting together and talking about cows 
and the stock market gets to be a bore.

But you shove a naked girl like you into the middle of them and things liven up right 
quick. I could keep you around for that purpose. How’s the idea strike you?”

The Circle X was always bewildering. Stephanie had bounced between hope and despair 
for so long that she had become immune to the bonds and nudity. Making a swift assessment
of this fresh enslavement, she inquired, “Would you keep me tied the way I’m tied now?”

“Yup. Wouldn’t have you no other way.”

“Then if I’ve got nothing to say, why ask me? I hate being forever with my hands tied 
behind my back. You don’t seem to know how demoralizing it is. That and nakedness.”

“It’s rough,” Justin Roberts agreed. “I sort of hoped you’d get into the spirit of the thing. 
What I’m proposing is a damn sight better than getting your ass whipped daily by Jill.”

“You mean I’d be free to walk around except that I’d have my hands tied behind my back?”

. “More or less. I got to thinking about those pretty feet of yours, they can run. So you’d 
have to put up with having them

chained for the time being, but we can talk about that later. I’m not giving you any chance 
to run home to mother.”

She looked up to him astride his horse. He and that horse made a single unit and the 
elevation gave him an advantage. Stephanie considered a position in which bound wrists and 
chained ankles would make her freedom limited indeed. “If you keep me prisoner like that, 
why couldn’t you let me have some clothes?”

“I like you the way you are, honey. You gals don’t have no idea bow much pleasure you 
give a man by simply being stripped bare. I’d rather damn sight rather look at you the way I’m
looking now than look at the Grand Canyon.”

Stephanie looked up at the tough, grizzled maleness (Mi die horse. “Well, I’m fixed the way
you like me. My ankles are still chained the way I was yesterday. Jill put the leg irons on me 
when she took me from the stocks. And it’s been so long since my hands weren’t tied behind 
my back that I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like. I’m ready for my new job. When do we start?”

“You’re a cool one,” Roberts conceded. “But I know you’ll twist me around if you can, and 
you’ll run if you ever get the chance. We can take that for granted. But what I want now is for 
you to consider how you’ll behave in the middle of a bunch of men who’ve had a few drinks. 
Or with a guy I’m wanting to cheer up a bit. Show him something beautiful he ain’t never seen
before. I don’t want no sulks.”

“That’s understood, too.” Stephanie’s mind was running parallel to his own, seeking the 
pitfalls, watching for the advantage. Perhaps among all these men who would ogle her nudity 
there would be one who might help her. “I know I might be no good to you if I act up, so I’ll 
give you good service if you promise not to whip me. I know these friends of yours would like 
to see me whipped, all men like to see girls whipped. But if being whipped is a part of it, then 
I’m not going to play and you can do as you damned well please.” She

glared at him.

“You sure don’t like the bum of that quirt, do you? But, okay, it’s a deal. You won’t get 
whipped unless you act up, play the fool or try to escape. Don’t you sulk or be insolent And 
don’t ask any of the fellows to help you get away. If you play any of those tricks, I’ll whip you 
until you scream. But if you figure the thing out, it’s all up to you. You play along and your 
pretty skin will never bear a mark. We still got a deal?”

Stephanie supposed unhappily she had a deal. It was a poor deal but probably might be 
better than remaining the plaything of a sadistic teenager. Reluctantly she agreed, “Yes, we 
have a deal. I really will do my best. With you I know where I’m at. I’ll try not to think about 
getting free.”

As though receiving some silent message, Roberts turned his horse and galloped away. 
Stephanie wanted him go and tried to find some bit of comfort in the exchange of words and 
promises. One good thing was evident instantly: even bound and shackled as she was, she was
still far more free than she usually was with Jill. Her linked feet could take her where she willed,
they could not give her freedom for she walked far too slowly for any hope of escape. No 
matter how she tried, she could not travel at more than a slow walk. She was debating 
whether to follow the road or seek the open fields when the door of the ranch house 
slammed and Jill Roberts came towards her with any evidence of the anger she had shown the
day before. Something must, indeed, have happened for Jill was smiling happily.

“Isn’t it wonderful, darling,” she said cheerfully. “I expect Daddy’s told you all about it. He’s 
taking you off my hands and given me instead a real beauty about your age, whose name is 
Cheeky.

And that’s just what she is. I’m going to have the most marvellous time whipping that 
cheekiness out of her. Do you want to come and look? I’ve got her hanging up downstairs.”

The girl was impossible; the whole thing Was impossible!

But with a new assurance born out of Justin Roberts’ promise that she would not be 
whipped, Stephanie responded with, “What do you want to whip it out of her for? Then you 
will have lost something. I would a lot sooner have a girl with some cheek than a girl beaten 
into submission.”

“Maybe you’re right,” agreed Jill seriously. “I don’t want a submissive girl, I want a girl who 
gives me all sorts of excuses for being mean. I enjoy tying you up and whipping you, and all 
those lovely things I did because I knew I never got the best of you. There was always the 
inner self you never yielded. It was always there, looking for a chance to escape or to get the 
better of me. You were fun, Stephanie, and I hope Daddy will return you for an hour or two 
once in a while. I’ll ask him that if he ever Wants to have you whipped, he’ll let me do it rather 
than doing it himself.”

Curiosity compelled Stephanie’s hobbled feet to follow the young mistress up the steps to 
the porch, then downstairs to the dismal regions where Jill inflicted pain and found pleasure in
the punishment of innocent girls.

Cheeky had red hair and green eyes that flashed angrily as they approached. Her wrists 
were buckled in tight, wide straps from which rope suspended her pretty figure from the bar 
above. Her pendent toes could not reach the floor beneath her feet Her plea was directed 
solely at Stephanie, as if seeking an ally in a war she could not win. “For Pete’s sake get me out
of this. I don’t know who you are or why you’re wearing those things on your feet, but cut me 
down. Cut me down quick, I’m dying. This is bloody awful.”

With a courage born of her new status, Stephanie turned on her former mistress. “Why do 
you have to be so mean,” she demanded. “This poor kid hasn’t hurt you. Let her feet go back 
on the floor so she can talk. That’s hurting her. I know because you’ve done it to me enough 
times. Let her down.

Good gosh, Jill, can’t you be a good sport for once?”

Surprisingly Jill pushed the button and lowered the bar until Cheeky’s feet were back on 
the floor, leaving the new and untrained slave girl with hands well above her head, an act for 
which the bound girl expressed thankfulness and continued on to demand release, demand 
why she was made a prisoner, demand why she was naked, and on and on. With all the 
familiar dolor of a slave girl who glimpses a horrible horizon. Stephanie had heard it all before;
she herself had uttered the same words when first made captive. She had no wish to hear 
them. She turned and clinked her way to the door. Jill did not say a word, her silence being’a 
recognition of a fresh relationship.

In spite of bound wrists and chained ankles, Stephanie was aware of a new freedom which 
now gave her the choice of sitting down somewhere or taking a walk in the fresh air and 
sunlight. She chose the latter and was once more faced with die choice of hobbling down the 
road or branching out across the field. She chose the field as offering greater spaciousness. 
Her steps became faster as she gained confidence in her ability to walk over uneven ground. It
Was a poor sort of a freedom but nonetheless Stephanie’s heart sang as she slowly crossed 
the gentle rise and foil of die land.

There was no real destination or purpose other than to assure herself that her new status 
was, in truth, real, and to enjoy the warm summer day. Breathlessly she began to think of 
possibilities.

Quite soon the ranch house was hidden behind a rise so that chained girl had the illusion 
of being beyond its control. She knew it was false, but it was a good feeling anyway and she 
enjoyed it. She hurried along, not out of any hope of escape, but simply to get as far away 
from that ranch house as possible. Eventually there came before her a small outcropping of 
rock which she used as a seat to rest. She sucked in fresh air and took stock of her new 
condition. In one way, it was too good to be true. In another way it was quite frightening. She 
knew all too well that men could be merciless with girls. She did not fear Justin Roberts as 
much as she feared his friends who might demand of her more than either Justin or she, 
herself, was prepared to yield. She shivered and speculated upon the very real possibility that 
at least one of them would be willing to help a damsel in distress. True she was forbidden to 
ask. If she did ask and they reported her to Roberts she would be whipped.

Stephanie shivered and wondered if the risk might not be worthwhile. Ever since she had 
been made prisoner her thoughts had never strayed far from escape. That was still (pie. It was 
at that point her roving eye saw the jagged edge or rock.

Stephanie thrust away the thought. It would be a foolish risk and would get her nowhere. 
Even if she was successful in sawing at the cords around her wrists, her chained ankles would 
hold her as much a prisoner as ever. She knew perfectly well that the binding of her hands was
no more than a symbol of authority, designed to constantly remind her who and what she 
was. And to prevent her covering any part of her nudity when Roberts’ eagle eye sought her 
private parts. She pushed the thought aside, she did not want to be whipped.

But what her eye had seen could not be so easily erased from her memory. Before long 
she found herself once more gazing at that small but sharp looking section of rock. It seemed 
is if it were expressly designed for the freeing of bound hands. It was not long before she gave
into to temptation and found herself contorting herself into a posture that would bring her 
roped wrists squarely over the edge. Having achieved a good position, Stephanie paused as if 
giving herself time to decide what next to do. Should she or should she not seek the freedom 
of her hands? She refused to see it as a decision. What she would now do was the inherent 
right of any prisoner. And one thing might lead to another. True, it was hard to see how the 
use of hands could improve her condition other than in the matter of comfort, but blindly she 
obeyed the instinct. Vigorously she began to saw the cords back and forth. It was tedious 
work but, without a thought to possible consequences, she worked away until that glorious 
moment when her bands were free. In a gesture of joy, she raised her arms as if worshipping 
the sun and indulged in a number of exercises to assure herself that her new-found freedom 
was real. But, upon sober thought, she had to wonder if it did her the least bit of good. 
Certainly, by Roberts’ book of rules, she had earned a punishment.

Picking up the discarded rope, she set out for an unknown destination as though the act 
of disobedience she had just performed would lead her to the freedom she so much desired. 
In her eagerness she stumbled and fell and was grateful for the hands which helped her fall to 
the ground without harm. But she realized that acceleration was out of place, her feet were 
still chained. The limits of her roving were governed by the shining steel joining her ankles. 
And a prolonged absence from the ranch would mean only a search and probably the 
unleashing of the dc»gs. Her steps slowed and after a while she realized she was making a 
wide circle back towards the ranch. Her thoughts were mixed up and far from happy. Rejecting
the idea of total enslavement to keep alive a hope that some of the men she was destined to 
meet might offer her freedom. Perhaps even Roberts himself if she could get close enough to 
him. It was a horrible thought but as far as she could tell, her only hope of a return to her 
former life was by making herself close to a man. She was indeed a slave girl.

She found Justin Roberts in the machine shed, looking for something he could not find on 
the bench. His gaze became hard when he beheld the frayed rope his captive was still 
carrying. “Had yourself a time, hehT be grunted. “Perhaps I’d best use a pair of handcuffs on 
you.”

Stephanie came to him, holding out the rope. “I’m sorry about this,” she said sweetly. 
“Something took hold of me and I couldn’t resist that sharp rock. Would you like to whip me 
now?”

Roberts laughed heartily, his eye now held a twinkle of amusement at her forthright 
request for punishment. “You honestly figure you’ve earned yourself a whipping?”.he inquired.
Then he paused as if considering her sin. “Well, T guess maybe you have. Do you want it 
now?”

“Yes, please. I’d like to get it over with.”

“I’ll be damned, you’re quite something. I knew you were good quality. Ain’t many gals 
would ask to get their bottom’s whipped. There’s a quirt hanging on the wall over there, bring
it here.”

With docile acceptance, Stephanie did as she was told, debating seriously in her mind as to
whether she should kneel when presenting the beastly thing which would mark her skin. She 
decided against it, no use overplaying the hand she held. She handed Roberts the quirt with 
its two heavy thongs dangling from the end. “I know I broke die rule, and I’m not trying to talk
you out of it, but I am sorry.” She let her hands drop to her sides as the instrument of pain was
taken from them. “I expect you’ll have to tell me how to position myself,” she ended meekly.

“Go stand in that open place there by the trailer,” he said matter-of-factly. “Then bend 
down and touch your toes. Keep your knees straight, and don’t you move.”

Stephanie obeyed, feeling ashamed and foolish. Out of the side of her eye she could see 
her owner running the supple leather through his hand and moving to take his place behind 
and to one side of her. “You’re going to remember this, sweetheart,” he told her quietly.

The snap of leather on female skin echoed in the shed with a fearful sound. It was 
accompanied by a yelp of pure anguish from the owner of the skin. And Stephanie toppled 
forward, clutching at her bottom and wondering at so much pain. Jill had whipped her often 
but never like this. She stumbled to her feet, dazed with shock, and looked at the man who 
held the quirt “I can’t take another one.” Her voice was a sob. “It hurts more that I can stand. 
I’ve never been hurt like this before.”

“You can stand it. Just take your time, I ain’t in no hurry. Rub your pretty little ass and 
maybe it will feel better.”

Stephanie was already rubbing her wound and it did not feel better. It felt worse. From it a 
fire was spread throughout her loins and she longed to cry. The two of them, man and girl, 
stood staring at each other, Roberts amused and Stephanie worried and pleading with eyes 
from which tears escaped. She hoped Roberts would take pity and not use the quirt on her 
again. Under the stress of pain it was Stephanie who spoke first, “I expect you want me to 
bend over again but I can’t, I just can’t. Please give me a break.” Angrily she brushed away her 
tears and asked, pathetically, “Couldn’t you give me one stroke each day until you think I’ve 
had enough? I simply can’t stand any more now.”

“You can and you will.”

Once more they stood and stared, the naked girl making no move to resume the humility 
of touching her toes. “If you’re going to keep on whipping me like that, maybe you’d best tie 
me some way,” she suggested sadly. “I simply can’t stand still for it.”

Roberts shrugged. There was plenty of restraints hanging on the wall. She watched 
Roberts’

selection of two short lengths of rawhide and heard his comment in hopelessness. “Get 
yourself over there by that big wheel. Face it and spread you arms.”

They were bad moments as Roberts positioned her wrists as he wanted them and the 
scared girl watched their encirclement by the slender leather strips. The rawhide went on very 
tightly and the knots were cinched down with a jerk. Even without the coming bit of the lash, 
the tied girl felt her wrists already punished for the burned and throbbed under the tight 
strictures. Neither the man nor the girl spoke until Justin cut the air, testing the quirt. “This 
one’s across your back, honey,” he said casually.

It was far worse than before. A girl’s back is more sensitive than her bottom. With her back
on fire, the tethered girl fought the ropes to make the big wheel clatter on it’s hub, and the 
tines of the quiver as if to share her anguish. Stephanie stamped and contorted until she 
finally rested her cheek against the rim of the wheel to quietly sob in protest at the pain. 
Across the smooth beauty of her back a scarlet line proclaimed her punishment

The third stroke did not come, nor was the girt untied. Justin chuckled and told his captive 
she could look back over her shoulder to watch what he was going to do next. Not wanting 
to, Stephanie found herself obeying. She knew herself hopeless in the power of a force with 
which she could not cope. In fascinated terror she watched her master as he pumped the 
bellows to make the embers in the small forge glow brightly. Justin Roberts was evidently 
experienced in the handling of blacksmith’s tools. Selecting his bit of metal, he heated it to a 
wicked red while saying, “You ever been branded, honey? It’s about time a man put his mark 
on you.”

The tied girl wanted to scream denial, to make clear to this man the impossibility, the pure 
evil of what he intended to do to her. But no words came, whether from a loss of hope or pure
shock. Or perhaps it was simply because she did not believe that a man would actually brand 
a woman with a hot iron in this day and age. But whatever die reason for her lack of protest, 
she did know that she was very close to wearing a badge that would proclaim her Justin 
Roberts’ property for the rest of her life.

But the watching girl was puzzled. The hammer blows on the glowing metal were not 
being hammered into the circle with an X inside it that was the brand of his ranch, but instead 
it was pounded into a narrow band, only half an inch tick. Then she realized that it was no 
brand but a shackle of the right size to fit her wrist As Roberts worked, it took on more and 
more the shape of her wrists. He poked holes in the edge where rivets would eventually go 
then bent those two ends at right angles to the rest of the band. He was a craftsman with the 
hammer and semi molten iron.

Finally he was satisfied with the shape and dripped it into a water bucket to help set it in 
that shape.

Justin Roberts laughed at her, and she was reassured at his humor. I wouldn’t put a brand 
on you, honey,” he assured. “Maybe I should. And maybe I will one day. But for now I’ll put 
this little trinket on your instead. But first I’d like you to ask you real sweet like to give you a 
few more with the quirt. Think you can do it?”

It was too cruel, it was just too much! Stephanie felt the shame and humiliation of having 
to make such a request. It was something no girl should have to do. And then, as from some 
distant place, she heard her voice saying, “Please whip me again, Mr. Roberts. I’m sure I 
deserve it.”

Roberts repossessed his quirt “To a total of five, honey, he said cheerfully as if offering 
gifts.

“You’re being a real good girl and I’m pleased with you. But the three you’ve got coming 
are going to be rough. Yell if you want to.”

Stephanie yelled. She yelled lustily as the skin of her back was bitten below that first red 
line now turning Co purple. Then the welt across her bottom was crossed by a new lash to set 
it’s soft cheeks once more on fire. The fifth cut was squarely across both cheeks of her bottom,
laid right across the other two already applied there and was the most painful of all. She thrust
hear breasts against the big wheel to which her wrists were tied and sobbed. She scarcely felt 
the loosening of the rawhide strips around her wrists and it took Justin Roberts’ strong hands 
to keep her from slipping to the ground in utter defeat. The promised herself she would never
‘again disobey. Never.

Roberts gave her time before going to the anvil and voicing one more command. “Come 
on over here, sweetheart. You know what to do.”

Uncaring, Stephanie allowed her wrist to be encircled by the thin iron band. She was taken 
to a vice in which the circlet was compressed to fit her wrists exactly and to bring the two 
eyelet’s together exactly as Justin Roberts had planned. Then the rivet and the hammer blows 
that mashed the soft metal into a unbreakable lock. Stephanie knew herself a slave girl indeed.

In obvious enjoyment, Roberts looped a long length of chain over a hook in the ceiling 
and locked the other end to the fresh shackle on Stephanie’s wrist with a padlock from a 
drawer which held others. In a sort of dumb disbelief she raised her hand so the chain 
followed it. She was securely fastened and no amount of tugging or pulling would get her 
loose. Her back and bottom fiercely burned.

In a fatherly sort of way, Roberts patted her shoulder, told her she was a real good girl, 
then went away to leave her standing naked and secured to the overhead hook.

Stephanie felt more alone than she had ever done. The chain was long enough so that she 
could use both hands to soothe and give comfort to the burning welts the quirt had left upon 
her skin with its vicious imprints of authority. The pain of punishment was slow to diminish, 
but diminish it did.

And, since she could not walk away, she pulled over a stool and sat upon it, Quickly she 
was back on her feet, having been reminded that the weals upon her bottom were fresh. She 
would just have to stand. At least for the rest of that day. As she stood there, she examined 
the shackled now firmly attached to her wrist and the rivets that held it closed. Stephanie 
supposed this was the manner in which slaves had been confined and controlled in ages past. 
It was certainly effective. She tested the weight of the chain and was glad it was not of heavier 
gage.

Evidently Justin expected her to simply stand and consider her sin while her bottom and 
back cooled. She could walk in a small circle but no more than a half dozen feet from where 
she stood now. But rather than consider her sins and nuke good resolutions, she longed for 
the freedom of her life before being kidnapped, the life she might never know again. Once 
again she sought case in tears.

Jill Roberts sighed in deep content as she viewed what she thought of as a “real pretty tie.”

Behind her back a male voice admonished, “Damn it, Jill, why on earth do you have to be 
so mean to these girts? What’s this one’s name?”

“She’s called Cheeky. I don’t know whether it’s her real name or not and I don’t care. Isn’t 
she beautiful? And just look at the way I’ve got those ropes biting at her. It’s one of the 
prettiest ties I’ve ever made.”

Cheeky glared. She was not yet broken by the things Jill had done to her, quite incredible 
things which, before being kidnapped, she would never have dreamed possible. She had been
suspended by her wrists, she had been whipped, and she had been locked inside a cage where
she struggled against bound wrists in the darkness and wondered what on earth had gone 
wrong with her world.

She now surged against the binding ropes which held her to the tree but failed to move. 
She had given up on Jill, but now glared at Trafford Gilts. “I don’t know who you are,” she 
pleaded, “but if you’re a man, get me out of here. And don’t keep looking at me that way. It’s 
not nice. Hurry up, get with it”

“Isn’t she sweet, Trafford?” Jill said cheerfully. “She isn’t properly trained yet, I’ve a lot of 
work to do with her.”

“One of these days you’re going to kill one of these giris your dad gets for you. Where’s 
that one I found locked in the stocks?”

“Oh, Daddy took that one over. He took her away from me and gave me Cheeky here. But 
don’t worry, I’ll get her back and then I’ll have two of them. Wouldn’t it be fun to make than 
whip each other?”

“Is this way you asked me to come over here this afternoon?” Trafford asked without 
enthusiasm.

“I’m not sure I enjoy torturing naked girls.”

“Oh, Traf, don’t be silly! I’m not torturing her. And a sensible light whipping isn’t torture. 
Oh, Traf, grow up.”

“How’d it be I tie you up?’

“What an idea!” Jill giggled. “Maybe I’ll let you do it sometime but not right now.”

“Thanks a lot but where’s that other girl? What’s her name?”

“Oh, Stephanie. I’m not sure where she is but a while back I saw her go into the machine 
shed where Dad was working. After a while we can go and see how she made out If you’re 
interested, that is. The poor darling can’t run away because Daddy has her feet chained.”

“Never mind this broad you’re talking about,” Cheeky interrupted, “what I want to know is 
how you think you can get away with this. Look you, Traf or Trafford or whatever your name is,
cut me loose. I’m hurting!”

No one made a move to offer aid. Instead Jill suggested, “Come on Traf, sit down on this 
log so we can be comfortable as we look at how beautiful this girl is the way I’ve got her tied. I
had to get Hank to hold her at fust but after I got her waist roped to the tree, the rest was 
easy. She beefed the whole time but I placed the ropes exactly as I wanted them and I tugged 
them tight enough to make her howl. She sure does squeal when she’s mad.”

Trafford, in grudging admiration, viewed the many strands of crisscrossed rope by which 
the exquisite torso of Jill’s newest toy was held against the tree and felt ashamed of himself at 
finding it

& pretty and exciting sight. His manhood was stirring within those jeans at the sight of a 
lovely and very naked damsel in distress. Or was she distressed? A man could never be sure 
about a girl. And Cheeky was by no means broken into submissiveness.

Once more she launched a verbal attack his way. “Haven’t you a shred of decency? Won’t 
you help a girl who is in trouble? Don’t pay any attention to that little bitch.”

Jill’s cheeks flushed and she turned to Trafford angrily. “Did you hear that? This girl’s got 
no sense at all! Can you image that? Here she is tied to a tree like that, completely naked, and 
she calls me a name! You watch what I do to her tits and make her apologize.”

In horror, Cheeky watched her mistress’ advance, saw her fingers come up towards the 
helpless nipples, and had no defense but to plead, “No, I’m sorry I said it. I know I shouldn’t 
have. Please don’t pinch my tits, that hurts something terrible. Don’t! Oh, don’t! Oooooouch!”

Hie watching man was not sure whether to be amused or angry. He had seen Jill pull this 
trick on previous occasions and the victims always survived, usually more subdued and 
penitent but without serious harm. So far as he, himself, was concerned, he preferred to leave 
a girl’s breasts alone except when pressing his chest against hers in the lovemaking. But this 
was one of Jill’s favorites and the teenager really did love to hurt a girl’s tits. He had to admit 
that it was a good place if you wanted to inflict pain upon a female. They were very sensitive, 
they stuck out as if asking for attention, and a girl has a psychological fear of harming coming 
to her breasts. Sometimes Jill snapped clips on the innocent nipples and watched with 
glowing eyes the struggles of those helpless young girls as they reacted to the pain. It was 
always drastic and led to pleadings, moans and sometimes screams. But also submission. He 
supposed Jill was a lucky girl to possess this power and enough girls to use it on. Her daddy 
would keep her supplied with tender young girls for her to play her pain games upon. He 
loved her that way.

But he could not deny that there was a stirring in his loins as the bound girl squealed with 
anguish as fingers and fingernails closed upon her tender nipples and squeezed. This was 
potent stuff, he had to admit. There was something about watching a naked girl struggle 
against ropes and plead for mercy. Even more potent was the fact that there was no mercy to 
be had.

“I’ll be good! Honest! I’ll be good. Oh, stop that, it hurts!”

Trafford knew it would have been better had he stayed at home and not answered Jill’s 
summons.

But on the other hand…

“There, I think that will hold her for a while,” Jill conceded, freeing the punished tits. “Are 
you going to be civil now? Or would you like another couple of pinches? I could stand here 
and pinch your nipples all day, really I could.”

“No! Oh, no!” There was no doubting Cheeky’s sincerity. “Please don’t hurt them again. I’ll 
try and be the way you want. Whatever that is. I think you’re acting like a real asshole…

Anrgggghhhhh!”

Cheeky’s protests were cut off by the sudden return of the punishing fingers to her nipples
for a very hard pinch on each. Jill dung her fingernails into the soft flesh and twisted each 
nipple as if she were trying to twist them off. The left one was twisted counterclockwise and 
the right clockwise.

Cheeky cried out very loudly, nearly a scream. There was no questioning the agony in the 
naked and bound girl.

When Jill stepped back she saw a girl with closed eyes and with panting breasts heaving 
against the ropes. “Let’s leave her to do a bit of thinking,” she said to Trafford, “while you and I
go to the machine shed to see what Daddy’s been doing with Stephanie. I think they’re up to 
something.”

The chained girl was startled from her thoughts by the sound of footsteps. Her eyes 
widened at the sight of Trafford then narrowed as she beheld her former mistress. She wished 
she could have turned and fled but that was a dream for a girl without ironed feet and 
chained wrist. She did not speak but waited without hope to see what would happen.

“Oh, isn’t that sweet!” Jill was always quick to give credit where credit was due. “Just look 
at the way Daddy’s fixed

her.”

Trafford was looking at vividly marked female skin. The strips he could see were a terrible 
testimony to inflicted pain and, from the way she moved on the seat, he could guess there 
were others upon her bottom. He had carried home with him, on the previous occasion when 
he had found her in the stocks, memories of this girl, memories to inflict a longing in his 
lonely life. He would have liked to take her in his arms as she sat in those stocks, and would 
take to take her into his arms right then had she not looked so hostile. And had not Jill been 
watching both of them with avid eyes. Perhaps she distrusted his emotions — a man could 
never tell what a girl was thinking.

“You’ve been whipped,” he said, knowing it sounded dumb but not sure what else to say.

“Yes, I’ve been whipped,” Stephanie agreed. “It’s very easy for a girl to get herself whipped 
on the Circle X. Or don’t you know about such things.”

“Yes, I know,” Trafford admitted. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m just visiting.”

“I wanted him to come and see the beautiful way I’ve got Cheeky tied, Jill interposed. 
“Trafford always says he doesn’t approve of tied up girls or whipped skin, but I think he does.” 
She giggled.

“Sometimes he gets the damnedest erection. That chain you’re wearing, darling, is getting 
to him.

Look at him nowt”

Trafford could not control the flush which lit his cheeks but he did move to cover with one 
hand the budge within his pants as his youthful hostess had tactfully pointed out. He spoke to
Stephanie rather than Jill, “Seeing you chained isn’t my idea of a good time. We’ve just come 
from where Jill has a naked girl tied to a tree so damned tight she can’t move. I didn’t get my 
jollies out of that, either. But Jill is right about one thing, and it’s something you’d best bear in
mind, a naked girl, tied or chained or sitting in the stocks, is ten times as

beautiful to a man. Sony about that, but it’s a fact.”

“You see what a wise man Trafford is,” Jill said happily. “He knows all about us even though
he doesn’t want to play, or says he doesn’t.” She laughed, “I think he does!”

“Well, I hope you’re both very happy.” Stephanie rattled her chain to demonstrate its 
imposition.

Perhaps she was thankful it held her where she was. If she were free, she might well be 
taken away for “fun and games,” as Jill often put it. “You can sec who I’m chained up and I 
hope it makes you happy. So now you can go. Good-bye.”

Trafford dragged his feet, obviously wanting to say something more but thinking better of 
it.

Finally he turned and followed the teenager girl out into the sunlight.

“I would have done something painful to that beautiful girl but she belongs to Daddy and 
I don’t dare do anything to her. If I put more stripes on her, he’d be real mad. If Daddy gets 
real cheesed off at something, I’m not immune to getting a taste of the whip myself. It hurts 
like crazy.”

“Well then, if it hurts that bad, I would have thought you would have second thoughts 
about hurting these girls your dad gets you. Can’t you get your jollies just watching them 
locked up behind a cage or something?”

“Don’t be silly, Trafford, dear. I know a girl looks attractive when locked in a cage, but I 
want much more than that. I want the ropes and cords and whips and clips on the nipples. I 
want to hear them scream. It does something for me. And you know it does. I don’t see why 
you’re acting the innocent this afternoon. Don’t feel sorry for Stephanie and Cheeky, they’re 
just girls who Daddy has bought for me, and a bit of pain never did a girl any harm, not even 
me.” She looked up at him sideways. “I’ll bet you’d love to whip my bottom, wouldn’t you?”

Cheeky was exactly as they had left her — indeed, how else could she be? Her head had 
slipped sideways as if in sleep but she looked up as them come. “I’m hurting something 
awful,” she began before they could utter a word. “These ropes get tighter by the minute.” She
looked at Trafford.

“You still playing the macho male who can’t be bothered to set a damsel in distress free? 
You two know that you could be thrown in jail for what you’re doing here with me? You do, 
don’t you? If I ever get loose, I’ll make sure you do.”

“Isn’t she delightfully dumb?” Jill asked Trafford. “There she is, naked and all tied up and 
she’s talking down at us as if she were the boss. Shall I whip her? Would be so easy to do. Just 
say the word.”

“Well, I don’t say the word.”

Jill continued anyway, “That silly creature can stand against that tree all night for all I care. 
And I hope Daddy leaves Stephanie chained in the machine shed all night, too. It’s what they 
deserve.”

Trafford said nothing. Cheeky keep looking from one to the other, hoping for a word she 
could use to advantage. Jill was looking at those firm young breasts sticking straight out and 
was about to suggest that she clamp some clips on them but was kept silent by the sudden 
arrival of her father.

“I want to talk to you, Trafford.” he said right off, then glanced at the bound beauty tightly 
corded to the tree. “You think up the damnedest things, Jill. How you doing with this one? She
looks good to me.”

“I’d a lot sooner have Stephanie.”

“Well you can’t have Stephanie. Be happy with what you got. You’re a damned lucky girl, if 
you ask me.” He laughed at the strange expression on Trafford’s face. “Why don’t you marry 
this little trick of mine and beat some sense into her bottom. I sometimes think that’s where 
she keeps her brains.” He took Trafford* s aim and led him from the scene.

Seated comfortably in the Circle X office, Roberts poured two drinks and handed one to 
his guest

“You want to buy that Stephanie girl?” he asked unexpectedly. “I’ll make you a good price.”

“I’m not a millionaire,” replied Trafford slowly.

“Hell, you don’t have to be. I’ll let her go for half a million. And that’s a good price.”

“I don’t have it And, anyway, what do you want to sell her for? Why don’t you simply let 
her go?”

“I can’t let her go, she’d cause me trouble. But she’s a good kid and I’d like to do 
something for her besides roasting her rump with a quirt.” He chuckled. “I’m almost as bad as 
young Jill when it comes to handling the pretty gal. If you won’t many my daughter, why don’t
you marry Stephanie?

That way you can have whatever fun you like and can keep her quiet.”

“I don’t think so,” was Trafford’s reply. He was more than a little unsure about the 
directions this conversation was taking.

“Well, Jill tells me the girl likes you. You can raise five hundred thousand, can’t you?”

Trafford took half his drink in one gulp. “Justin, you known damned well I can’t. I’m just a 
small rancher and there’s no way I can afford the price of a whole herd of prize cattle for one 
woman.

Especially one that I would have to keep tied up or chained or something. Hell, I might not
even like ha when I get her home.”

“Liking the kid doesn’t matter,” Roberts protested. “Trafford, you’d better grow up a bit 
There’s not a man alive who don’t enjoy whipping a girl’s ass or keeping her totally in his 
power. And you’re no exception. You take her back to that place of yours and enjoy yourself. 
She’d come to heel right quick. You might end up having a damned good wife.”

“You could be right but it’s not going to happen. I don’t have the cash and I’m still 
wondering why you want to get rid of her. If I owned her, there’s no way I’d let her go.”

“I’ll be honest with you,” Roberts said, “I find myself liking that little filly too damned much.
If I keep her around too much more, I’m going to prove there’s no fool like an old fool. I’ll 
probably many her myself, and that’s crazy. What I mean is, if you can buy a girl for a few 
bucks, why the devil marry her?”

“Well, don’t marry her. Why don’t you carry on as you are?” Trafford’s tone was crisp.

“Yeah, that’s easy to say. But you saw the marks I put on her today, and you saw the chain I
made for her. If I keep her as a slave girl, I’m going to go on doing those things. I’ll have that 
poor girl so marked up, I’ll be ashamed of myself.”

“Take her to bed often enough and you’ll get tired of it,” Trafford offered.

“Them’s fine words of wisdom,” Roberts laughed. “How would a bachelor on a ranch know 
about such things? Come on, boy, let’s deal.”





3


A Whipping Before a Rape


Stephanie spent a dull and angry afternoon. She was angry with herself for falling short under 
the weight of pain. She could not possibly look attractive or sexy as she jerked and danced 
beneath the quirt. She had dismally failed to steer Roberts in the direction she wanted. But she
had very little choice. A girl who is naked and strung up by her wrists and being whipped 
cannot be faulted for not being seductive and glamorous. Still, she was unhappy for failing to 
win points with Roberts.

And the chain attached to her wristlet frustrated her. There was enough slack in the chain 
to give her ideas but not enough to let her actually do anything. She might have been better 
off had her hands been bound behind her back, at least that way there would be less sense of 
false freedom. As it was, she was continually playing with the hated chain and fingering the 
metal around her wrist. It was all useless and she was certain Roberts was laughing at her 
where ever he was. The visit of young Jill and that man named Trafford had added no new 
hope to her, only resentment. Stephanie had given up assuring herself that she had deserved 
to being whipped, and that telling Roberts that she had deserved it, almost asking for it, had 
been a good move. Stephanie was now telling herself that no girl deserved to be so hurt, no 
matter what she had done. For perhaps the tenth time she sniffed disdainfully at the chain 
which held her in the machine shed.

Supposing Roberts left her thus all night? He could. As a punishment it was frustration 
plus but imposed no agony. But to be chained in that small building all night with its 
dampness and chill would be punishment enough. But she would only know if darkness came 
and found her still there.

Instead she turned her thoughts to Trafford and found, perhaps a little surprisingly, that 
she had fond feelings towards that man. So far he was the only one who treated her with a 
little respect and showed no signs of wanting to beat her bottom with a leather whip. Maybe 
it was only a reaction to pain caused by Roberts and Jill, maybe it was merely a perfectly 
healthy desire for sex on the part of a young woman, but she found her thoughts turning to 
images of Trafford making love to her.

And she found that idea felt good. She found herself imaging her arms around his neck 
while his strong hands held and stroked her body. No whips, no ropes, just good, old 
fashioned sex in the best Hollywood tradition. But, with a sigh, she tossed the dream aside as 
being no more than useless wishing on the part of a girl who had been shown very little love 
in this place.

It was evident to the chained girl that Trafford’s relationship to the Roberts family was 
more intimate than she had at first supposed. It became doubly evident as to why he had 
rejected any idea of helping her escape. He knew about the Roberts and about Jill, and he had
no wish to antagonize friends. It had been simple prudence for him to leave her sitting in the 
stocks. And for the same reason now, he had offered Jill no more than token protests over the
things she wished to do to Stephanie and the things she was actually doing on the girl named 
Cheeky. Stephanie knew well how those ropes must have hurt, for Jill had occasionally bound 
her to the same tree with cunningly tight ropes cutting into soft portions of her body and 
holding her a complete prisoner. She wondered how long Cheeky’s impudence would 
continue, how long she could maintain her protests and sarcastic mouth against the 
punishments they earned her. Stephanie’s heart bled for a girl who was travelling the same 
path she, herself, had trod.

Jill was a lovable child and Stephanie had to wonder what forces within her loveliness 
prompted her to the binding of female limbs and the whipping of female skin. Somewhere 
within Jill’s makeup was a sweet and lovable girl. Was it only that it was a case of like father, 
like daughter?

Had she inherited from Justin Roberts the urge to own and to control and above all to 
punish?

Stephanie supposed it was really just that simple, and wondered how much better off she 
was as the plaything of the father rather than the daughter. The stripes she had just received, 
even though justly earned, seemed a poor omen for her future life.

Again her thoughts returned to Trafford. He was a handsome SOB and there was about 
him a sympathy absent from most men. She had the feeling that he really had’ not wanted to 
see her chained as she was, and certainly not punished with fresh whip marks upon her body. 
And she felt that even in face of the evidence of his sexual excitement, as so tactfully pointed 
out by Jill.

Trafford love girls, not ropes, Stephanie told herself. Or was that really true? Was Jill’s laugh
of assurance that his erection was due to the ropes and fresh whip marks the truth? Stephanie
was ready to believe that every man secretly adored the concept of a whipped girl. Stephanie 
sighed and once more rattled her chain to hear the sound of prison for a naked girl.

By car the city was no great distance. This was cattle country and the Circle X was not an 
isolated farmstead.

Stephanie knew she could never walk to the city even if ha feet were free of irons. But 
there must surely be a coming and going, and the entertainment’s of which Justin had spoken
and in which she would play a leading role, must surely feature men with cars who could easily
take her back to town. The chained girl knew this would be a dream she could never rid her 
self of. Then she thought about that rescuer being Trafford and the car being his which drove 
her out of slavery and into a new life. She knew she could be content with him as a new life. 
Even over the life she had lived before her kidnapping, life with & rancher would be an 
improvement. She had been neither rich nor privileged, only a pretty young girl working in an 
office along with dozens of other pretty young girls. Once more she sighed and rattled her 
chain.

Roberts returned in the early shades of evening. “Look what I’ve got for you,” he said as if 
bestowing a great favour. He held up the shining silver of handcuffs. “I prefer rope, myself,” he
admitted. “But keeping you helpless all the time is a bit of a problem. Could get the ropes a 
little too tight and have problems in the long run, you know.” Stephanie wanted to tell him to 
tell that to Jill but held her tongue. Jill liked the ropes on her slave girls extra tight “I think 
these pretty things will be best,” he continued. “What do you say about that?”

“I don’t have anything to say about anything.”

“Well, I’m not quite sure that’s true,” he said quietly. “If you don’t struggle, they’ll be a lot 
more comfortable for you to wear. And I don’t have to worry about you getting loose, a girl 
can’t get loose from handcuffs. Do you realize that?”

“Yes, I realize it. I’m sure you’re right. I won’t wear them happily but I will wear them. I 
don’t have a choice.”

“You’re a damned sensible gal,” Roberts said. “Damned sensible. What were you think 
about as you stood out here?”

The sudden question surprised Stephanie and her first urge was to tell the troth. But 
fortunately she held her tongue. It was not a good idea to tell a man who held the power of 
life and death (and pain) over you that you were dreaming of another man’s arms around you.
Instead she told him, “I was just thinking about escaping. I know that’s forbidden but I simply 
can’t help it. I’m just human.

Do I get punished for what I think?’

“No, you don’t. No prisoner is crazy for thinking about escape. I don’t hold you at fault for 
that.

Think all you like. What I’ve got to do is give you something else to think about.” Roberts’ 
tone was suddenly serious. “What I’ve got to do is get you thinking about ways you can please
me. and stop earning whippings on your pretty little ass.”

“Is that possible?’

“Damn right it is, you came close to it this afternoon. My heart damned near broke when 
you offered me that bit of rope and asked me to whip you because you’d been a bad girl. You 
don’t realize how much you can affect a man. I damn near shed tears when I laced into you 
with that quirt. You’re too lovely for any man.”

Stephanie looked at her owner with fresh eyes, believing what he said, and seeing him 
perhaps as he really was, a lovely man governed by millions of dollars yet lonely. Men have no
happiness of their own, they find it only through the female. Once more hope flared. If she 
could only get to this man…

The male voice continued, “It would be so damned easy for me to many you, sweetheart. I 
could shower you with gifts, give you everything you wanted. But that wouldn’t be enough. 
You’d always be yearning for the tall, handsome, young buck. Someone like Trafford who 
would screw you every night and romance you every day until you got pregnant. But getting 
pregnant would be the end of it and you know that. Maybe it’s best I keep you the way you 
are and whip your bottom. Whipping your bottom is its own sort of orgasm.” He sighed 
deeply. “Maybe I don’t know what I’m well off.”

Stephanie watched as Roberts took the chain from the hook and used the chain as a leash 
to lead her back to the big house. There were none to watch as he led her across the yard, and
then up the stairs to his bedroom. The masculinity of the room generated sensations within 
her loins and instinctively she knew she was soon to be screwed. The surprising part was how 
unconcerned Stephanie felt about that prospect. But nonetheless she was going to fight.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you, honey?” Justin asked without much concern in
his voice.

“Yes.” Once more they stood and stared and there was the space of at least a minute 
before Justin padlocked her chain to the headboard of the bed. There,” he said, “that will keep
you from silly ideas while I do what I have to do. Are your going to fight?”

Stephanie sighed inwardly, all fight suddenly leaving her. “No, I won’t fight. What’s the 
user’

“Sensible girl. I don’t imagine you’re a virgin.”

“Even if I was, it would do me no good now.” Stephanie’s voice held a sneer. “I understand 
there are thirty-five different ways. Which one do you want?”

The man who held the key to her chain surveyed Stephanie. “Damn it, girl, you sure do 
manage to cut a man off where it hurts most,” he said in obvious frustration. “You don’t plead 
and you don’t fight. What’s with you?”

“I’m getting ready to kick you in the balls. That’s all.”

Roberts laughed. “You always say the right thing. The right thing for you, that is. You know 
the best way to get a man to go limp. I don’t think ! could screw you know even if I tried. And 
it’s not that promised kick in the balls that does it It’s just that you’re so damned sweet and 
lovable. Maybe I should take you back to the barn and whip you again. But you and I both 
know I’m not going to do that You win. You got the best of me.”

“I’m not trying to get the best of you. I’m quite willing to pay you the price a slave girl is 
expected to pay.” Stephanie looked up pathetically. “Isn’t that enough?”

“You’re too much, sweetheart. I ought to be taking my clothes off right now horny as hell. 
But what I’m going to do is go to the office and work on some accounts. I’ll leave you here by 
yourself to figure it all out for yourself. And I hope it gives you a big pain in that pretty little 
ass of yours.”

In astonishment she watched him go. Men were unpredictable. You gave they what they 
wanted and they turned away. Well, at least for the moment there was a reprieve, a reprieve 
from the obvious. But Stephanie found herself wondering if she wanted this reprieve. Would it 
not have been better for him to impale her sheath and thus assert his mastery? She was not a 
virgin, she had been with a couple of lovers before. Sometimes she had even enjoyed the act 
of sex. And she sensed that Roberts would have done the job with skill and resource. 
Disgustedly she sat upon the bed and continued her examination of the chain.

It was not Justin who came to set her fee, but Mandy the maid. Mandy carried the silver 
handcuffs and said, “I gotta put these on your wrists. Miss. I’m sorry about it but it’s an order.”

“I don’t mind,” Stephanie said without caring. “Where do you want my hands, front or 
back?”

“This time it’s in front,” Mandy said more cheerfully. “Seems like you’re having a dinner 
with the boss, and you got to be able to use your knife and fork, you know. If you’ll just hold 
out your hands…”

Fascinated, Stephanie watched the shinning chrome circle her wrists and click to a 
tightness which made her shiver. All she could think to say was, “It isn’t dinner time yet, is it?” 
Then she added, “Don’t feel bad about having to do these things to me, I know where I’m at. I 
expect you do, too.”

“That’s right, Miss, I’m glad you’re being so sensible. What I got to do now is give you a 
bath and fix up your hair. And maybe brighten up your face a bit. The Boss, he tells me he’s 
whipped you this afternoon, so I don’t expect you’re feeling too good. You’ve got the nicest 
marks.”

Out of a clear, blue sky Stephanie heard her own voice, “You know what I’ve become, 
Mandy.

But I’m only human and I want to escape. I want to go back to my real life. Can you help?”

Mandy sighed. “The Boss says I got to report every time you say that. He’ll whip you and 
get it out of your system. I’m not going to do it this time, we’ll pretend it never happened. But
don’t keep asking me.” Mandy sighed. “I wish I could help you but I can’t. I don’t want to get 
myself whipped, and I don’t want to get you whipped, either. Let’s leave that subject alone. 
What we have to think of now is the good dinner you’re going to get with the Boss and Miss 
Jill.” Many paused to chuckle.

“That little gal is damned jealous of you, she’d like to have you back. She’s scared the Boss 
is going to screw you and fall in love. But that ain’t none of my business. Them handcuffs feel 
okay?”

The handcuffs felt okay. They were a little tight but what the hell. Stephanie allowed her 
self to be bathed and perfumed and then sat before the big mirror to allow Mandy’s cosmetic 
arts to erase the stress and pain of the afternoon from her face. She wondered if Mandy’s skill 
at making her beautiful, and the servant was doing a lovely job of that, would affect Justin 
Roberts and the way he felt towards her. When he had refused to screw her in his bed a short 
time before, she had been just taken from the machine shed and was dirty with dried sweat 
and dust. Now she was beautiful again.

The chained girl might have found a thrill of excitement had it not been for the presence 
of Jill and, even worse, the presence of Cheeky, whose wrists were secured in the same 
manner as her own. Justin Roberts was resplendent in a dinner jacket and white tie, and was 
obviously glowing in satisfaction. It was not every man who had two naked slave girls chained 
at his dinner table under the watchful eye of his teenage daughter.

“I want you girls to be natural, and not act like pretty little pigeons with a ferret in your 
nest,” he cautioned. “Let’s enjoy ourselves. I don’t want you minding that bit of metal on your 
wrists. Watch young Jill if you want to know how to behave.”

“If you don’t behave, I’ll ask Daddy to let me whip you both,” Jill said, encouragingly.

They behaved. They wanted to behave. Stephanie could almost feel the whiplash on her 
skin and Cheeky’s nudity still wrote the red indentation of the ropes that had bound her to the
tree most of the day.

Justin Roberts reigned over the proceedings in the manner of a king at the court table. He 
had successfully engineered a scene he enjoyed and planned to exploit to the full. Slyly, he 
suggested,

“I’ll bet Stephanie feels real good after getting herself whipped today. And I bet Cheeky 
feels even better with those scarlet reminders of her afternoon upon the tree. What do you 
say?”

Neither girl said anything. It was Jill who filled the pause. “They’re too scared to say 
anything.

Daddy. Let them finish their dinner. But, if you’re tired of her, I’ll be glad to take Stephanie 
back.

You didn’t whip her nearly enough this afternoon.”

There was no contradiction, not even from Stephanie. And with the serving of the first 
course and the pouring of the wine, everyone’s interest in corporal punishment seemed to 
wane. “Here’s to us,”

proclaimed Justin. He drained his glass. Stephanie followed suit and hoped it would make 
her feel better in her mind. At the Circle X, punishment was never far away. It was a new 
experience to eat with chained hands. It was not impossible but at time embarrassing difficult. 
With hands joined by one silver link, it was easy to fumble and difficult to carve anything. But 
the captive girls managed well enough and, with Justin’s frequent toasts, soon felt that life was
not all that bad at all. Being a slave girl held its privileges and the food Mandy served was out 
of this world. With dessert, a couple of chained young women were receptive to whatever 
their host/owner was inclined to present them.

“Cheeky belongs to Jill,” Roberts proclaimed grandly. “But Stephanie belongs to me. And I 
want to tell you all that what I’m aiming for is a girl who will do whatever I tell her, and do it as
if she likes it.” He looked at Stephanie. “Get my drift, sweetheart? You’re going to be a sweet 
and obedient little slave girl or get your bottom beaten raw.”

No doubt it was the wine that caused Stephanie to glow, but her voice was silk. “I love you 
whipping me, Master,” she said demurely. “I want you to whip me whenever I’m bad-But I 
won’t be bad, I’ll be everything your heart desires. How’s that for submission?”

It was Roberts’ turn to glow. Cheeky and his daughter looked on in disbelief at this 
wine-induced submission, knowing nothing of Stephanie’s plans to seduce her master. The 
raunchy dialogue continued.

“You ain’t going to argue and ask me why I’m such a bastard?” Roberts continued.

“No, Justin, I won’t do that. I won’t be like that.” Stephanie’s whole tone was honey. T just 
said I want you to whip me if I ever cross the line. I want to belong to you, I want to be yours. I
really do.”

Justin Roberts fixed his eye upon his daughter. “That’s the way I would like to hear you 
talk,” he said. “And I want you to get your slave girl talking the same way.” He fixed a fierce 
eye upon Cheeky to demand, “You want to share my bed tonight, sweetheart?”

Cheeky’s denial was instant, “Screw your other girlfriend instead of me! She looks like she 
wants it”

“I’m talking to you, honey.” Justin’s voice became hard.

Cheeky was as much under the influence of wine as any of them. Her tone was imprudent 
“I can’t just tell you to shove that whip up your ass, like I want to. And if I talked that sweet, 
you won’t believe a word. You’ll use that whip on me anyway. So you don’t leave me with a 
thing to say…

Except up your ass!”

Justin’s approval was obvious and sincere. “That’s the way I like to hear a girl talk. Leaves 
me free to beat her butt or take her up to bed. Looks like I picked a real honey when I 
kidnapped you.”

He paused to consider. “But you ain’t as good as Stephanie. It’s her I’m going to screw. I 
expect Jill will let you play with yourself if you’re horny.” His chuckle became a carnal. “But 
maybe she won’t!

Wouldn’t that be something!”

“Father! You’re drunk!” Jill admonished. There was an electric silence. The master of the 
Circle X turned a bright eye upon his daughter to demand, “Did I hear that right? Did you tell 
me that I was drunk?”

“That’s right, Daddy, you are.”

“That ain’t no way for a daughter to talk to her dear old dad.”

“Well, maybe it isn’t but you do ramble on so. And when you’ve had too much to drink, 
you don’t always know what you’re saying. Maybe we should all go to bed. I’ll take Cheeky 
away and take care of her, and leave you two alone.”

“There ain’t no way you’re doing that, honey,” Justin Roberts said firmly. “You gone 
overboard, young lady. What you need is a red little ass, and I’m going to make sure you get it
And, what’s more, I’m going to make sure these other gals watch.”

“Daddy!” Jill’s voice was still pure admonition. “It’s the wine that’s talking, not you at all. 
Please don’t whip me.”

“A Roberts girl don’t plead.”

“I didn’t mean to plead, Daddy. But Daddy, dear,

please wait until you’re sober before you whip me. If you take me downstairs now, you’ll 
do me an injury.”

Roberts fixed her with a baleful eye. “I don’t want you weaselling out of a roasted rump,” 
he said.

“And you know damned well I won’t hurt you. I’m just going to make you sore where you 
sit.”

The two girls watched the young mistress fight her rearguard action in a battle she was 
sure to loose. With Justin Roberts in the mood he was in, it behooved them all to watch their 
step.

Stephanie found herself simply enjoying the whole thing, wondering how loudly Jill would 
squeal.

When armed with leather, Justin Roberts’ right arm was something to fear. When the 
father ordered his daughter to go downstairs and get undressed for her punishment, 
Stephanie expected one more revolt. But there must have been something in the male 
command which the teenage girl picked up and feared. She rose from her seat, tossed her 
head, and haughtily walked from the dinning room. In the silence after her departure, you 
could have heard the dropping of a pin.

Roberts continued his dessert with apparent unconcern. No doubt this scene bad 
happened often.

But Stephanie had five fresh marks on her body from this man’s quirt, and those drove her
to protest. “Jill didn’t mean to be disrespectful, Justin,” she ventured hesitantly. “She was just 
trying to be a dutiful daughter. Please don’t whip her as hard as you whip me this afternoon.”

Roberts pushed aside the comment with a wave of a spoonful of ice cream. His hand was 
steady.

“Don’t you worry about young Jill. She’s a tough little trick and can take anything I can lay 
on. And why would either of you girls want to defend her? She never treated you very well.”

“But she’s so young…”

“She’s neither too young, nor too old to get some profit from a whipped ass. I’m bringing 
my gal up right, with a cane and a quirt and a strap. Jill’s going to be a damned fine woman, 
I’ll make sure of it”

Stephanie looked across the table at Cheeky, who was nervously playing with the 
handcuffs on her wrists. But Cheeky simply grinned in a wry disclaimer and shrugged. 
Intercepting this exchange between the two handcuffed girls, Justin Roberts followed a fresh 
train of thought. He looked at Stephanie. “If you’re so all fired concerned about that daughter 
of mine, I’ll make you a deal. I won’t whip the little trick at all, you will.”

It was a shock and took a few moments to assimilate before Stephanie said flatly, “I 
couldn’t, I simply couldn’t.”

“Why the hell not?”

“It’s too cruel, and I don’t hate Jill. She’s a sweet girl under all her make-believe.”

“That don’t got nothing to do with it. Sure, she’s a sweet kid, but she’s earned herself a 
stripped bottom. That’s all there is to it.”

At that point Cheeky’s voice shattered die deadlock. “If Stephanie doesn’t want to whip 
Jill’s ass, I sure will,” she offered grandly. “It wouldn’t bother me none, I’d enjoy doing it.”

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Justin turned to his newest acquisition. “I’ll bet you would do it, too.
And do a good job. Okay, we’ll call it a deal. But first we’ll finish this dinner and have another 
glass of wine. It won’t hurt that little girl to stand down there. And I do mean stand, she has to
stand to wait for the whip. It’s a wonderful therapy.”

They found die young mistress standing in die big room. Her pretty nudity appeared 
innocent as she refused to meet their eyes but stared instead at some horizon of her own. Her
chin was firmly set. Evidently she was resigned to what was to happen. It was Roberts who 
made the selection of whip and presented a curved length of strap.

“It’s the old Roman Flagellum,” he explained helpfully. “Jill just plain don’t like it. We’ll see 
how you make out with it.”

Stephanie thought she caught the flicker of emotion on the features of the girl about to 
be punished. But all Jill did was clasp her hands behind her neck, which accented her youthful 
breasts, and slightly protrude her bottom to await the strap. Evidently it was an old, 
established ritual into which Cheeky now advanced with vigour. She was relieved of the 
handcuffs for the occasion and was able to swing a mean right arm to plant the supple 
flagellum squarely across the sweet innocence of her young mistress’ bottom. It planted itself 
thereon with a devastating crack, like a pistol shot in the stillness of the room.

Jill gave ground only momentarily and was instantly back in her pose, the approved 
posture for this sort of whipping. She gasped at the moment of impact and her breathing was 
accelerated now, but that was all. Stephanie could see why Roberts was proud of her and 
wondered if he, too, got an erect on such occasions. She dared not look but kept her 
attention upon Cheeky’s work. The auburn haired beauty was obviously enjoying her task and 
now gave everything she had into the second stroke to drive Jill almost to her knees. But once
again the slender nudity resumed position, bottom out, head high, hands clasp to stretch the 
young breasts across the youthful chest. On the Circle X, nudity was commonplace.

It was after the fourth stroke Roberts gave the command to stop. “This stuffs old hat,” he 
complained, “we’ve done it too often. She’s had four good ones and that’s a pretty red ass. 
We ain’t gonna break no skin so we’ll move her on to something else for a while.”

The “something else” was a sturdy metal frame at sight of which Jill lost all cool 
detachment.

“Oh, Daddy, please not that. You know I hate it. It’s awful. Please go on whipping me.” She 
was close to tears.

Roberts paid not heed and continued to direct the placement of his daughter’s naked back
against the massive upright and the draping of her arms back over the crosspiece at its top. 
And then the strapping of her wrists tight down to a second crosspiece at exactly the level 
below to drag back the youthful shoulders and place stress on those arms. Cheeky tugged 
and buckled those straps with the same zest she had displayed using the strap. Under Roberts’
direction, she used a level in the manner of a jack to raise the whole device upward inch by 
inch until Jill squealed as her toes lost contact with the floor. The punishment was simple: a 
bar beneath the shoulders so that the young victim hung suspended from her armpits. It was 
neat and tidy and cruel. With stricken eyes Jill stared at her father and implored, “Please whip 
me instead. Please whip me instead. Oh, this is awful.”

They went away and left her just like that. Stephanie was still handcuffed and her ankles 
still ironed so she was forced to clink along behind her master and Cheeky, whose arm he 
clutched firmly in one big hand. They were led to his daughter’s bedroom where the pushed 
Cheeky upon against one wall directly under a massive metal ring where he locked one of her 
wrists in the handcuffs he had taken off her before the whipping. The other cuff was locked to 
the ring, making her a prisoner of the wall.

“That’s a pretty pose,” he told her. “You done a damned good job so you get the privilege 
of standing and doing nothing for a while. The next person you’re likely to see is Jill after I let 
her down from that thing. But goodness knows when that will be, I haven’t made up my 
mind.”

He led Stephanie to his own bedroom, matching his stride to her short, hobbled steps. 
Standing her before his bed, he offered her a couple of keys. “You can’t undress anymore,” he 
said, “but you can get rid of them irons. I want you really naked.”

Stephanie bit back the question as to what he was going to do with her. She easily 
guessed the answer. She knew it could be done to her even chained as she was but knew it 
would be much better for him if she had the freedom of her limbs. Perhaps now was the time 
to take her stand.

“I don’t want to be fucked,” she said simply. “Please don’t do that to me.”

“You ain’t got nothing to say about it, honey. Use them keys.”

Stephanie had never felt mote helpless. Her chains on wrist and ankle meant little. Roberts 
could violate her anyway be choose, he bad already locked the door, so that even had seen 
been free, she would still be trapped. She could not pit her strength against Silently she 
wondered if she could possibly talk him out of what amounted to simple rape. And then as 
the silent moments passed, she knew (hat she could not. Her body belonged to this man and 
he was determined to use it She sighed and reflected that it really wasn’t such a big deal. She 
would live through it. It was by no means her first time. Roberts had now removed his clothes 
and she saw the lean, hard strength of him and the rigid erection by which she would be 
impaled. Disgust and fear was now replaced by beat within her loins and then suddenly by 
flaming desire. Without a word she stooped and fitted the larger key into its place in the metal
band on her leg ankle. The shackle slipped away and she repeated the act on her other foot 
The handcuffs were more difficult but with the help of her teeth she managed to insert the 
tiny key and relieve her wrists of the pretty bracelets Roberts had purchased specially for her 
confinement She stretched her arms wide before throwing herself on the bed to perform a 
similar stretching of her legs. It was all so simple!





4


The Party


The Ranchman’s Association Party was always a big event. This one was being held at the 
Circle X and attendance was almost a royal command. Not that Trafford needed urging to visit
the most fascinating place he knew. He was certain he would meet Stephanie again. And since
the thought of Stephanie filled his mind as nothing else had done in his life, he paid care to 
his dress and manners.

He knew he had no half a million dollars, but knew also that he was going to possess 
Stephanie one way or the other. He thought of kidnapping her but that was all too obvious. 
And, anyway, he had too high a regard for Justin Roberts. But there had to be a way!

The atmosphere of The Stag was patently evident to Stephanie as she entered the big 
room and faced a hundred eyes. She had been well briefed and was party to a small 
pleasantry in which any man present could tug at any bit of her clothing and it would come 
free in his hand, the end result of which would be to leave her nude, a condition perhaps long 
delayed since she had been forced to put on numerous feminine garment she could without 
changing die contours of her figure. And Many had cunningly cut and stitch to make the 
tear-away process easy. She carried a tray of drinks in handcuffed hands and nodded brightly 
to those who caught her eye. She had lost since lost all concern about being naked, it simply 
didn’t matter any more. But before the intensity of the hundred avid eyes she felt a blush 
creep down her cheeks. As she moved around the party, she found it better not to meet the 
eyes that gazed upon her. Some were merely interested, but some were cruel and spoke silent
words about what they would do to her. All were carnal.

Stephanie stopped looking for eyes that were sympathetic to her condition after a while. 
She was not finding any. Only greed and lust and the typical male desire to posses a woman.

As the bits of clothing were shed, the stripes upon her skin told the audience that she was 
clearly a girl under compulsion. She doubted that many in that place thought of her as 
anything other than a slave girl present only for male pleasure. Hie evening stretched endless 
ahead and she wondered dully how many trays she would have to carry and how she might 
deal with all the suggestions she would be forced to parry. She told herself that it was no big 
deal and hoped that it was so. If she could please his guests, she might please Justin Roberts, 
and that was an end she most sincerely wished for.

There were all big, stalwart men, mostly middle age, several quite old, none of them really 
young. Stephanie wondered which of them she might approach in her search for freedom. 
Perhaps none — they, too, would have been briefed.

The clothing reduced steadily and the floor became littered with discarded bits of cloth. 
Her dress had long been gone, as had two satin slips and a cotton vest. She was now down to 
bra and panties, but they too had been artfully doctored and Stephanie knew that she would 
soon be bare. She shrugged away concern and went back for more drinks.

The handcuffs did not help but they pleased the guests and established her status. There 
were remarks and questions directed to her whip marks and the condition of her wrists. Some 
even asked if Roberts put the whip marks there himself or if it was his impish daughter Jill. 
Apparently Jill had a reputation among the ranch folk.

“You can always trust Justin for a good show,” was one comment she overheard, along 
with the word “slave girl” more than once.

Avoiding eye contact was easy, her job of serving drinks kept her constantly on the move. 
Male hands could usually be escaped by making her glasses on the try rattle as she explained 
that she had work to do. It was not until she was completely naked that the first real shock of 
the evening came.

Suddenly aware of a regard and a hand more demanding than any other, Stephanie found
herself looking up into the eyes of Ellis Cliffton, the man she had almost forgotten from her 
former life.

She dared not make a scene and his grip on her arm could not be broken without the 
shattering of the glasses on her tray. Burning with shame that he should see her thus, she 
allowed herself to be moved into a corner. She blushed all over as her former boyfriend stared
hard at her naked body.

She wondered how and why this man was here, and was he here by chance or design. He 
settled the questions quickly.

“I hired a detective. He traced you down all right, and I came here to find out why a 
damned nice girl gets herself into a jackpot like this. The guy I hired figured out you were one 
of those females who likes to get herself whipped and is willing to belong to any man who will
do it to, or for, her.

Go6d gosh, Stephanie, can you imagine how I feel?”

She longed to tell how wrong he was and demand that he take her back to freedom, but 
the press of bodies around them separated them and it seemed wiser to go for more drinks 
and give herself time to think. And to decide what she should tell him to refute his 
misconceptions. Good heavens, if he only knew!

From the beginning of the evening, Stephanie had been well aware of the presence of 
Trafford.

They had exchanged a few words here and there, but if he had a message for her, it had 
failed to come. No doubt he was nervous and realized that she was under treat of punishment
for misbehaving. No doubt one of the rules was that she should not stay with one guest but 
spread her charms among them all. Whatever it might be that kept him silent, she discovered 
that her feelings for him were warming than those she felt towards the man who had once 
been her boyfriend and lover. It was strange mixture of emotions that clashed within 
Stephanie. Ellis represented her former life and perhaps freedom. Trafford was the man she 
felt most attracted to. And Justin Roberts was her owner. And all three men were present in 
the same room. She just didn’t know what to do.

As she returned with a fresh tray of drinks, Ellis again caught up with her. Taking her arm in
strong fingers, he whispered harshly in her ear, “So you like this kind of life. Those are whip 
marks, I guess. That detective was right — you really do love a perverted lifestyle. I certainly 
don’t see you running for the door. Or asking any of these men for help. You seem to be 
enjoying yourself, Stephanie.” He glared at some fading whip marks left by Roberts’ quirt 
upon her hip. “You make me sick,” he hissed.

Then suddenly he was gone, leaving a shaken and almost trembling Stephanie standing 
there, naked and chained among strangers.

After so long wishing she could meet him again, it was a shock to have Ellis reject her 
totally without even giving her a chance to explain. And more of a shock to realize that she 
didn’t care what he thought. He always had been a little closed minded, she thought. Now she
could see just how much so.

Stephanie displayed her nudity and drinks as best she could, moving quickly from place to 
place, and feeling nothing but resentment for a man she bad once trusted and given her body
willingly to.

She concentrated on doing her job, smiling at all the nice men, and ignoring the cruder 
suggestions and attempts to lead her out of the main room and towards the bedrooms. After 
another half hour at her task, she was about ready to consign all men to the Devil but met the 
eye of Justin Roberts. She smiled as sweetly as she could. After that, to those who inquired, 
she replied sweetly that it was, indeed, and master of the house who had put the marks upon 
her skin.

The evening was well advanced when a tired and weary slave girl with handcuffed wrists 
sought a momentary respite in a small room just off the kitchen where the drinks were kept 
Stephanie was engaged in pouring one for herself when Justin Roberts entered. He was 
smiling.

“You’ve been doing just fine,” he informed. “All the guests like you.”

“And most of them have grabbed parts of me,” she said back, more than a little tired and 
not really caring if he took the comment the wrong way.

“That’s what you’re there for. Make the guests happy.”

“Some of them suggested that I go with them back to their cars for a little ‘quickie’, as 
some of them put it. A couple even asked where the bedrooms were.”

“Well, they know that they’re not supposed to be doing that, honey. I told them. But I 
guess you get a few drinks in some of the boys and they will try about anything.” Roberts 
patted her fanny.

“They can talk and look all they want, but I’m the one who gets to take you to bed 
tonight,” he said with pride.

“Yes, Master.”

“Did I hear some sarcasm?”

“Of course not. Master.”

“Well… Maybe it’s been too long since I last tanned your hide.” He paused as if considering
performing the task right then and there. “The boys who are left would surely enjoy seeing a 
naked girl like you whipped before their very eyes.

Yes, they would.” He seemed to like the idea. Stephanie did not. She would be 
embarrassed to have many strange men watching as she contorted and screamed with pain. 
“Well, maybe hot this time,” he finally concluded. “But you get out there and serve those 
drinks. And let the boys grabbed and pinch all they want. Don’t hurt them none to think about
taking you to bed. Just so long as they don’t try.”

“Yes, Master.” Roberts was gone and Stephanie downed the drink she had poured for 
herself.

Armed with that fortification and a drink tray as a shield, she returned to the party, 
thankful that Roberts had not decided to make a show of whipping her in front of the guests. 
She was still a little numb from meeting Ellis so unexpectedly, and even more so from his 
rejection of her. So she served and answered questions sweetly, and tried to look as sexy as 
she could for male pleasure.

Much later, after the final guest had departed, Stephanie was taken to her master’s bed. 
The handcuffs were unlocked and Justin Roberts repeated his prior rape of her body, bring 
much pleasure to himself and not a small amount to the slave girl. It is hard for a woman to 
show her body off to a group of men and not feel some sexual excitement herself. She had 
been horny all evening but didn’t realize it until she was pushed back onto Roberts’ bed and 
saw his pants come down.

Afterwards he locked her hands in the cuffs, this time behind her back, and allowed her to 
sleep in his bed the rest of the night She was sexually satisfied but puzzled by the last thing 
that Justin said before falling asleep. He muttered, “I’m sure going to hate to sell you.”





5


Kidnapped


Stephanie was in her usual condition: naked and chained. In this case she was out of doors, 
attached to a metal ring set into a Mock of concrete in the ground. One pair of handcuffs held
her wrists behind her back, the leg irons holding her right ankle to the ring. She had been put 
out there by Justin Roberts to enjoy the late afternoon sun, which she did. The spring days 
were turning into warm summer days and the evenings were very pleasant. The concrete 
block, being set into the ground in an area of grass, allowed her to sit or lay down on the thick
grass and relax. Not that there was much else she could do. A naked girl, chained to a ring 
with nothing she could reach save for grass, had little to help pass the time. She could finger 
the shinning metal around her wrists and rattle the short chain connecting her to the ground, 
but that was all. If her bands had been chained in front of her, she might have been able to 
play with herself. Sexual orgasm does help pass the time.

But her position was very near the main house and she was very much afraid she would be
seen.

As the sunset was painting gorgeous reds and oranges and yellow across the western sky, 
Jill came out to visit the slave girl belonging to her father. She brought a picnic basket which 
she put down on the grass.

“Hi, Jill,” said Stephanie cheerfully. There had been very little in the way of punishments 
during the last two days since the big party and she was feeling half way good about life. 
Maybe, she told herself, Justin Roberts’ taking her to bed had done something to their 
relationship. He hadn’t even mentioned whipping her behind since then and had pretty much 
left her alone. After the sexual play the night of the party, she had expected him to take her to
bed the next night as well. But he hadn’t and Stephanie wasn’t sure what to make of that. 
Having performed the sex act on her, it seemed that a repeat performance would be easier 
and more likely. And Stephanie half looked forward to it.

Solely because she wanted to get Justin to fall in love with her. She reasoned that it might 
be her only way out of this life of slavery. She refused to admit that it might be because she 
enjoyed sex with the man. He might be twice her age but there was nothing wrong with his 
lovemaking.

“Daddy said that the evenings were pretty warm now,” began Jill as she sat the basket 
down next to Stephanie. “And that you could spend the night out here.”

“All night?” Stephanie wondered about that. “All night. Sounds like something I would do 
to you,

not Daddy.”

“Yes.” Stephanie didn’t say what she was really thinking, that Justin Roberts didn’t want her
in the house where he would be tempted to rape her again. Not that he minded rape, the act 
wasn’t rape to his mind. You can’t rape your slave girl, you can only use her as is a master’s 
right.

“I’m worried about Daddy,” Jill continued as she opened the basket and began setting 
plates and food on the grass. “He’s been looking worried lately. Hardly talks. Doesn’t even eat 
much.

Something is bothering him.”

Stephanie clamped her mouth shut. So she was getting to the man. As women had always 
done, she had used sex to make a man feel differently for her. The poor man was falling in 
love with me, she mused. And he’s fighting it. That’s why he’s looking worried and decided to 
keep me out of the house tonight. Then she began wondering what she could do to get him 
to take her to bed again. A couple more romps on the bed sheets and he would be trapped. 
She felt it with a woman’s instinct.

“And there was those men who visited him yesterday,” said Jill. “I didn’t like them. They 
looked… Well, sort of greasy. Know what I mean?”

“No.”

“Well, I didn’t like them. They were city people, not ranchers. They drove up in a big limo 
with darkened windows so no one could see inside. And Daddy looked really worried after 
they left. I think they want something mid he won’t give it to them.”

“What could they want?”

“I don’t know. Maybe something to do with Daddy’s stock investments. He didn’t make his
money with this ranch, you know. He got lucky. Inherited a bunch of stocks from a sister and 
made some lucky investment. The ranch barely breaks even as a working ranch. Daddy just 
keeps it because he was born here and loves the land. Can’t see himself moving to the city. I 
can’t either. I was born here, too, and I love living out here. No city noise, no smog, no 
muggers.”

“No rattlesnakes? No cactus to stick you? No hot summers? No refreshing smell of horse 
manure drifting up from the barn to awaken you in the morning?’

“Stephanie, if you were still mine, I’d be whipping your bottom for that bit of sarcasm. But 
Daddy won’t let me.”

They both laughed easily. It was much easier to get along with Jill when she was under 
orders not to harm daddy’s slaver girl.

“Speaking of what is yours, where is Cheeky?”

“Oh, Cheeky! Well, she’s sort of tied up at the moment and couldn’t come to our picnic 
dinner.

You know how it is.”

Stephanie certainly did. She could imagine Cheeky somewhere, tied tightly to a tree, or 
hanging by her wrists down in the basement room they all referred to as the “dungeon.” Or 
struggling in a tight hogtie and a ball gag strapped tightly in her mouth. That’s the way Jill 
tended to treat her property. When she wasn’t whipping them, of course. But Stephanie didn’t
ask. It was a pleasant evening with a gorgeous sunset, good food and a girl she really did like. 
Jill unlocked her hands when most of the food was set out so Jill could eat by herself. She was 
still held very much a prisoner by the leg iron firmly locked on one ankle.

For a while they ate silently and watched the oranges fade into purples and deep reds. 
Stephanie felt a strange contentment and peace, something she had not felt for a long time, 
certainly not since before she was kidnapped and made into a slave girl.

“I may come back for you later,” Jill said. “Cheeky is fun to whip and lots of fun to look at 
when I have her all tied up real nice. But she doesn’t want to be a lesbian and I haven’t broken
her enough yet to make her perform in bed. I will someday. It will just take time and I’m 
enjoying the process of training her. But right now she doesn’t make a good bed partner. She 
keeps fighting me and won’t cooperate. And if I tie her up so tightly she can’t fight me, she 
also can’t move very much or use her hands and that takes a lot of the fun out of it. You were 
really good in bed.”

“I was afraid of your whipping me some more. I had to do what I did.”

“You mean to tell me that you’re not lesbian? Not at all?”

Stephanie started to protest but bit her lip instead. Maybe it was true, maybe she had 
given in a little too readily to this teenager’s orders to perform lesbian acts.

“Thought so. You liked it. Probably as much as I did.” Jill sounded delighted. “You would 
like to get in bed with me again, wouldn’t you?”

Stephanie smiled slightly. “If you had my hands cuffed and ordered me…” Normally 
Stephanie would have protested what she was now suggesting would be okay. But relations 
with Jill were a lot easier now, and it didn’t look like Justin would be taking her to bed tonight.
And she was horny.

Most of the afternoon had been spent thinking about Justin Roberts and how sweet his 
rape of her body had been.

Jill smiled in return. “Well, after the house goes to bed… I shall return!”

And she did return. As per her dad’s orders, Stephanie had been left out on the grass. Jill 
had locked her wrists behind her back again so everything would be the same as Justin had 
left it. Then she waited until late, when all the house lights were out and she was sure Justin 
Roberts was asleep.

Then she crept out of her bedroom and to the place where one of the Roberts’ slave girls 
was laying in the pale moonlight. Stephanie woke up to find teenage lips pressing against hers
and teenager hands playing with her breasts. Instantly a fire that had been smouldering flared 
up in her loins. She kissed back with real feeling and thrust her chest against the hands that 
held her breasts.

It might have been interesting to do their lovemaking out in the moonlight on the grass 
but Jill had other things in mind. She unlocked the cuff from around Stephanie’s ankle and 
grabbed one nipple between a thumb and forefinger. She pulled and Stephanie quickly rose 
to her feet. Another tug and she followed Jill into the house and to her bedroom. Once inside,
with the door closed, Jill released the nipple and again kissed her daddy’s slave girl, long and 
hard. The kiss was returned.

As Jill divested herself of clothing, she giggled and said, “If Daddy knew what I’m doing, 
he’d whip my bottom for sure.

Not that he minds lesbian love, I think he sort of finds it fascinating. But be wouldn’t like 
my taking your from where he said you should stay. But don’t worry, I’ve set my alarm clock 
for early.

If we fail asleep, I’ll still have time to get you back out there before he wakes up. There, 
that’s all of them. Now for you.”

Jill’s young, firm body pressed tightly against Stephanie’s nudity as their lips met again. It 
wasn’t long before they were both on the bed, Jill laying on her back with legs spread wide 
and Stephanie kneeling between them, her tongue and lips paying lesbian homage to her 
mistress. Much, much later they fell asleep, naked bodies intertwined, both exhausted from 
making lover for half the night.

The first hint Stephanie had that anything was wrong was when a hand clamped a cloth 
over her face and a strange smell invaded her nose. Within a few seconds the darkness 
overtook her and she faded out of the real world.

Stephanie was slow to return to the real world out of a universe of darkness. Sensations 
came to her as her mind began to form coherent thoughts: a droning sound, pain in her arms 
and a vibration in her breasts and hips. A few more seconds and the sensations began to form
a pattern. There was still total blackness but more and more she could piece together what 
was happening around her.

The droning sound was a car motor, from the consistence of the sound and the lack of any
feeling of movement, she assumed whatever vehicle she was in was moving down a highway. 
The vibration in her breasts and hips came because she was laying face down on a hard metal 
surface and it was that metal that was vibrating. She guessed it was the floor of a van or truck. 
The pain in her arms came from the fact that they were bound behind her back with the 
elbows tightly corded together.

As she became more and more awake, she realized that there were more ropes on her 
body, very tight ropes, and that they held her a prisoner in a hogtie. There were cords cutting 
into her legs at the ankles and above her knees. There were ropes around her wrists and she 
could feel her heels as they pressed into the palms of her hands. There was also what felt like 
a rubber ball in her mouth, held in place by tight straps around her head. There was also 
something over her eyes, some kind of blindfold that presented her from seeing anything.

For a while Stephanie just lay there, letting her mind fully return from the murky depths, 
taking inventory and wondering what was happening to her. It would not have surprised her if
she had woken to find herself hogtied. Jill had often tied her that way and it would not be out 
of character for her to tie Stephanie that way while she was asleep and be somewhere else on 
the ranch, no doubt chuckling to herself, when Stephanie woke to find herself in painfully tight
bondage. But why the sound and feelings of a truck? Where was she going?

Then she recalled the brief memory of a hand or cloth over her face and some strong 
chemical smell. That would explain, she thought, the ache in her head and the metallic taste in
her mouth.

Stephanie had been kidnapped! Now she was being transported to some unknown 
destination for some unknown purpose and fate. She seriously doubted that Jill had anything 
to do with this, it was simply not her style. Bind Stephanie painfully tight, leave her for long 
periods to suffer that way, whip her bottom, torture her tits, yes, that was all Jill’s idea of fun. 
But what was happening was simply not the girl’s style.

No, she had been taken from Jill’s bed by someone other than one of the Roberts. There 
were a lot of unanswered questions but nothing Stephanie could do about them. She would 
simply have to wait and see what developed.

The ride was long and very uncomfortable. In addition to the pain of tightly corded limbs, 
the metal floor was not the cleanest and tiny pieces of dirt or rocks or something was pressing
into her flesh, especially the softness of her large breasts. She felt like her skin was being 
sandpapered every time the vehicle went around a curve or over a bump. The ball gag was big
and hurt her jaw but there was nothing she could do about that. For a while she considered 
trying to roll on her side but when she tried that something stopped her. She could get half 
way rolled over then her hands and feet came to a halt and would not go any farther. She 
finally figured that her hands and feet were tied to something over her head, perhaps simply 
to prevent her from rolling over. She puzzled about that for a while. Why would someone care
about the ability of a bound and naked girl to roll on her side? The only possible explanation 
she could come up with was that her unknown captor wanted her to have to lay on her 
breasts. Since the floor was uncomfortable perhaps she was suppose to be feeling the pain. 
Rather minor torment compared to the ache in her arms from the tight cords. She sighed. A 
slave girl has to get used to being helpless.

About the time Stephanie wanted to scream at the discomfort that seemed not to want to 
stop, the trip came to an end. There was a halt and then the silence as the motor was turned 
off. The vehicle moved a bit as the driver got out and there was the sound of a door closing. 
Then another. Two kidnappers, Stephanie told herself.

There was nothing for a while. Stephanie wanted to cry but her training at the hands of Jill 
had taught her that crying doesn’t get you anywhere. She was beginning to suspect that there
was something or someone next to her when there came the opening of metal doors and the 
sounds of someone entering the vehicle. There were tugging at the rope connected to her 
ankle and wrist bondage and she felt some loose rope fall on her legs. She had been right, 
some rope had been tied up to something over her so she couldn’t roll around.

Rough male hands took hold of her legs and she was suddenly pulled backwards. She 
cried into the gag at the sudden pain in her breasts from being scrapped along the dirty metal
floor. The pulling stopped. A few seconds later there was another muffled cry of pain from 
next to her. From the sounds it wasn’t hard for her to figure that another girl had just been 
dragged across the metal floor as she had been. Then two pairs of hands picked her up, one 
set on her legs and the other grabbing her shoulders. She was carried a short distance then 
deposited on another hard surface. It was cold against her skin. The hands left and a minute 
later there was a soft thud next to her and a small squeal that said her unseen companion had
been set down next to her.

Stephanie had no way of knowing but she suspected that the squeal next to her had come
from Jill. It was logical considering that they had both been in the same bed when she was 
kidnapped. It might be Cheeky, the only other slave girl on the Circle X, but then this would all
some kind of Roberts activity and she didn’t believe that.

There were voices in the distance but the two of them were left alone. She considered 
trying to wiggle sideways to see if she could touch the girl next to her but returning footsteps 
aborted her plans. In the distance she heard voice, several, male, and at least one of them 
angry. But she could not make out any words. Then there was the sounds of the vehicle 
starting up and driving away, echoed as if there was in some kind of concrete garage or 
something.

A few more minutes passed. Then there was the feel of hands upon the ropes connecting 
her wrists and ankles. With a jerk the last of the rope connecting them was pulled free and 
Stephanie’s legs slowly unfolded until they were laying straight out behind her. Her muscles 
were stiff but it felt good to be able to unfold her legs. A very good beginning. Now if 
someone would just untie her arms…

From the next sounds she figured the girl next to her was also being freed from her 
hogtie. A few moments later two sets of hands helped her up to a sitting position. Apparently 
she had been set down on some kind of table and now sat there with her still bound legs 
hanging over the edge. One pair of hands held her shoulders while the other fumbled with 
whatever was covering her head. As the man held her, he moved one hand down to cup and 
roughly squeeze her breast. It hurt but Stephanie held back any sound of protest. She was still 
gagged, so coherent protest would have been impossible anyway. And she was glad to have 
the blindfold coming off.

It left Stephanie blinking at the bright lights when it was finally gone. As she was squinting,
she felt a pressure against her side and looked over. Jill, as naked as Stephanie and bound as 
she was, was being pushed into a sitting position next to her. They were touching at the hips 
and that minimal contact was somehow reassuring to Stephanie.

She then turned her attention to the others present and got an impression of them as they
held Jill and removed the blindfold from her friend. There were two of them, a man and a 
woman. The man was big, almost the appearance of an ex-football player. He didn’t give the 
impression of much intelligence as he keep his eyes upon Jill’s bare and thrust forward 
breasts. When the woman walked behind Jill to work at the bandages cover her head, he 
snuck a hand down to cup one of Jill’s youthful breasts. Jill made a noise and he quickly 
withdrew the hand.

The blindfold, really one of those sleep masks that had been augmented by windings of an
elastic bandage wrapped around her head. The woman was perhaps thirty, maybe a little 
more, slender, not bad looking if you liked fashion-model haughtiness. She had long black 
hair falling straight down nearly to her waist and the deepest, darkest eyes Stephanie had ever
seen. She had heard some people’s eyes described as “black” but this was the first person she 
had ever seen who really did have black eyes. Or very dark gray with the appearance made 
more striking by the use of dark eye shadow.

The woman stepped back and looked at both girls. Jill was still blinking, but looked very 
much like she would like to have that gag out so she could give these people a piece of her 
mind. But both of them remained gagged and outraged protests would have to wait.

A minute later a second man entered what did appear to be a garage. There were a couple
cars present, very large and expensive looking cars, and concrete floor, walls and ceiling. This 
man wore a business suit, like the one still holding Jill’s shoulders, but he wore it like it as if 
born to it, not uncomfortably like the bigger man.

“They’re gone?” he asked in a well modulated and educated voice. He stopped before the 
table holding the two naked girls. The big man suddenly dropped his hands from Jill’s 
shoulders.

“I gave them their money and they’re gone,” said the woman in a husky voice. “But, as you 
can see, there was a little problem…”

“Two girls? He doesn’t have two daughters.” The voice was even but held authority. This 
was a man used to being obeyed.

“They said that both girls were in the same bed and they didn’t know which one was the 
right one.”

“So they just brought along both girls,” he finished. “At least they used their heads for 
once.” The man came closer and looked into the eyes of both girls. “So, which one of you is Jill
Roberts?” he asked politely.

Stephanie looked at Jill. Jill looked back. What the hell was going on, she seemed to be 
asking.

Stephanie was careful to make no motion or sound that might be construed as being the 
answer to his question. She wondered if she should try to tell them that she was Jill. If they 
wanted Jill, then they might keep her and let Jill go. That was the only way she could think of 
that might get them out of here. If Jill was let go, she could go right back to her father.

“Won’t talk?” he asked. “And don’t give me any crap about your mouths being gagged. 
Either of you could easily tell me which of you is Jill. Oh, well, we’ll just have to wait until later 
to find out which it is.” He smiled at them. “And Tanya here knows ways to make girls talk. 
Don’t you?”

Tanya smiled. Stephanie felt a small shiver of fear race down her spine. She didn’t like the 
way Tanya smiled. Too much like a cat with a cornered mouse.

“Package them for shipment and let’s get out of here.” The man turned as if dismissing the
whole problem of the extra girt.

“But, Sir, the shipment was only set up for one girl,” said Tanya.

The man turned around and looked at the girls. “Well then, you could find which one is 
Jill,” he said casually. “And then kill the other one.” He paused to look at Tanya’s reaction. “But 
I suspect you would rather have both of them to play with. Perhaps you can simply put both 
of them in the box?” He lifted one eyebrow slightly and turned to go.

“Yes, Sir.” Tanya waited until the man was gone before turning to her companion. “Burt, 
get the car over here.”

“Sure, Miss.” Burt wasn’t too bright but he obviously obeyed this Tanya without question.

Jill turned to look at Stephanie. There was fear in her young eyes. Then Stephanie 
remembered that she had thought of telling them she was Jill Robots in hopes that they 
would let Jill go. She shivered as the thought occurred that perhaps that would have 
condemned Jill to death!

The car was one of those big ones off to one side, large and plush and with a big trunk. It 
was backed up to the table the girls sat on and Burt opened the trunk. Then be bent over, 
removed four screws with a screw driver and pulled at the carpet covered panel at the back of 
the trunk. The panel came off and he removed it. Revealed was a rectangular area, mostly 
hidden under the floor of the trunk.

“This box is designed to be invisible. With that panel in place, no one could tell that there 
was a hidden compartment. It is, you will note,” she said with -a smile, “just about big enough 
for one girl to lay down. I hope you two are good friends because you’re going to be very 
close for a while.”

She motioned to Burt to pick up Jill. He did that easily. Jill began struggling against the 
ropes and the strong hands holding her but it was useless, either would have been enough to 
defeat her. She was set down in the trunk and rolled towards the hidden recess. Jill didn’t want
to be shoved in there and was evidently trying to scream through the gag even as she 
struggled against the ropes holding her prisoner. The screams were muffled and ineffective as 
they pushed ha into the recess. Stephanie sighed and meekly allowed herself to be 
manhandled into the trunk. She was rolled over once then pushed and prodded until she was 
wedged into the small space, her naked body pressed very tightly against Jill. They were laying
face to face, their eyes only inches from each other and their breasts crushed together. Their 
arms were hard against the sides, and quite useless behind them. Stephanie hoped very much 
that this would be a short trip. It was uncomfortable already and would get much worse, 
Stephanie knew from her experience with such things.

“I’ll see you two after we cross the boarder,” Tanya said. “Have a pleasant journey.”

The panel was placed back and darkness descended upon the two naked and bound girls. 
Jill was still crying out and struggling, her body trying to wiggled against Stephanie’s. 
Stephanie wanted to be able to tell Jill to simply calm down, that there was nothing they could
do about this and they would simply have to ride it out Then the thought occurred to 
Stephanie that this “recess”, as Tanya had put it, might be air tight. She wanted to scream too, 
but could not. Over Jill’s muffled cries she could hear the screws being tightened down. The 
panel, she remembered, had been well padded on the back and she suspected that this area 
was soundproof. That would, of course, make sense if you were transporting live girls against 
their will. It was place in the car where they could not be seen, could not be heard, and no one
would even have the slightest idea that a girl (or two) could be hidden there. That led her to 
wonder how many other girts had been transported in this recess. And that led her to feel a 
little more calm. If this has been done before then there was certainly someway for air to get 
in. She felt the car move as the trunk was slammed and their two captors got in. Then there 
was the very muffled sound of a motor and they were under way. Immediately she felt a 
gentle breeze against her face and knew that a fan was pumping fresh air into their prison. At 
least they wouldn’t die from lack of air.

After a while Jill ceased her struggles and lay still, crying gently into her gag. Even though 
their faces were almost touching, Stephanie could see nothing. She wished she were not 
gagged so she could kiss away Jill’s tears and comfort her. But the big ball gag, in addition to 
silencing her and making her jaw ache, made kissing impossible. And with her arms tightly 
bound behind her back, she could not hug and comfort Jill the way she would like.

Later in their long, very long drive, Stephanie realized how illogical it was that she would 
feel such worry and concern for the girl who loved to torture her. But she did. Maybe slave 
girls get that way, she told herself. The more you torture them, the more they love you.

There were times during journey when the car stopped, sometimes for minutes. But then it
continued and Stephanie could only guess they had stopped for gas or, on one particularly 
long stop, maybe Burt and Tanya had gotten themselves a meal. It was hot in the hidden box, 
the only coolness being the air blowing across their faces. Stephanie figured that it wouldn’t 
have been too bad had she been alone in the box, but with two girls it was torture. Their 
bodies pressed together almost from chin to toes, and the insulation keep their body heat in. 
Both were sweating before the journey had progressed very far.

At one point Stephanie could feel Jill straining but didn’t know what the girl was trying to 
do.

Then there was the slightest touch of something against her waist and she realized that Jill
had strained something terrible to bring her bound wrists around the side of her body until 
her fingertips could just touch Stephanie’s side. Stephanie tried to shift and lift her hands up 
but it wasn’t easy with the elbows tightly bound together and her back against the side. After 
much work she finally managed to get one hand over the top of her waist to touch Jill’s 
fingertips. It was only a small touch, hardly anything, and certainly no assistance in freeing 
either girl from those ropes, but it made Stephanie feel good and she suspected that it helped
Jill, too.

Later, as their prison-on-wheels droned on down the highway, Stephanie realized that they
must have made a pitiful sight, two naked girls so helpless that just touching fingertips was a 
major accomplishment and triumph.

Much later, after periods of dozing off, their journey came to an end. Stephanie and Jill 
Roberts were many miles from their home, in another country, and prisoners of strangers who 
casually spoke of killing one of them.

“This,” said Tanya with a hint of pride in her voice, “is Casa de Dolor, or, in English, ‘House 
of Pain.’ You’ll enjoy your stay here.”

She was talking to two girls who stood there blinking in the sunlight and were unable to 
answer her because of the ball gags still in their mouths. When their eyes became accustomed
to the morning sun, they could see that there were before a rather large and rambling house 
of white-washed walls, exposed beams and deep cut windows. The ground around them was 
bare sand and rocks, even up to the edge of the house where a few cactus had been planted 
in clumps. The barren earth stretched off a few hundred yards before climbing into rocky 
mountains of huge boulders. In one direction some low, dark mountains could be seen, but 
there was little else, certainly no signs of human habitation.

When Stephanie had been taken out of the hidden recess of the car, she found Jill already 
standing on the hard ground, her legs having been freed of their cords but her arms still 
bound cruelly behind her back and her mouth still filled with the ball gag. She looked uneasy 
on her feet and Stephanie understood fully why. Their journey had lasted the rest of the night 
and into the next morning. The confined space, heat and tight bondage had worn down both 
girls until they could scarcely stand. The hair of both girls was limp with sweat from their 
ordeal. A knife cut the ropes around her legs and Stephanie gasp as the cords peeled out of 
her flesh. She, too, was very uneasy cm her feet

“Burt, take that one down to the cells. I’ll help this one.” Tanya grasp the ropes holding 
Stephanie’s elbows together and used that to guide ha into the house. It was much cooler in 
there when compared to the mid-morning heat outside. Stephanie guessed that by 
mid-afternoon the desert wouldn’t be a nice place to be.

The cells were in the basement, small cubicles set into one wall, each no more than eight 
foot square and fronted with iron bars. Each had a tiny window high up on the back wall hut it
was above the height of an average girl’s head. Stephanie was held while Burt took the ropes 
off Jill’s arms. The teenage girl actually cried out loud when her arms came forward. They hung
limp at her side. In a second Stephanie knew why Jill had cried, the muscles in her shoulders 
cried out when her arms move for the first time in hours. She could not move her hands or 
arms and they hung limp, just like Jill’s.

The gags were taken from their mouths but neither girl could speak for a while, so sore 
was their jaws from being wedged open for so long. Stephanie’s hands were gathered behind 
her and locked in handcuffs by Burt. After Jill’s arms were secured behind her back, Tanya 
checked the cuffs and tightened each pair another notch until they were cutting into the flesh 
of the girl’s wrists. Jill was pushed into one cell and the iron-barred door slammed shut behind
her. A large padlock fitted through a hasp and insured her imprisonment. Stephanie was 
pushed into the adjacent cell and locked in. Then their captors left.

“Jill…” Stephanie began, after having to work her jaw a while to get the muscles to obey. 
“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, I guess. Oh, Stephanie, my arms are all tingly and hurt.”

“That’s just the circulation returning,” Stephanie consoled. “It will stop in a while. Mine 
hurt, too.”

“Where the hell are we? What’s happening?” Jill looked worried.

“I don’t know. We’ve been kidnapped, that much is obvious. And from that guy said, they 
wanted you. I was just taken along because the ones who kidnapped us didn’t know which of 
us was Jill Roberts.”

“But what do they want to do to us?”

“I don’t know. Best guess would be ransom. Your father’s rich, you know.”

Fear flared in Jill’s eyes. “Not as rich as most people think. He’s had some setbacks in the 
stock market. And he owes some money. Do you know that he was actually trying to sell you 
to Trafford?

For half a million dollars!”

“Am I worth that much?” Stephanie asked before she realized it was not the right question.
“What I mean is, can he do that? I mean, sell a girl?”

“Honey,” said Jill with a trace of her old sweetness, “he owns you. He can do whatever he 
wants with you.”

“So he’s short on cash. Surely he will pay your ransom and get us out of here?”

“I don’t know.” Both girls were silent for a while. “And I’m sure this has something to do 
with those mean looking men who came around and Daddy worried about But what, I don’t 
know.”

“It has everything to do with them,” came a voice from the doorway. It was Tanya, who had
changed to a loose cotton dress of cream color that set off her long black hair well. As she 
walked up to the cell doors, Stephanie wondered how long she had been standing there and if
she had heard her calling Jill by name.

“It’s quite simple, really. I work for some men who are engaged in, shall we say, shady 
activities.

Very lucrative shady activities. They know your father, whichever one of you is Jill Roberts, 
is hurting for money and they want something from him.”

“How much money do they want?” asked Jill. “Not money, sweetie. They want to use your 
father’s

ranch.”

“Huh?”

“Your father’s ranch is very close to the border. Very convenient for someone who wishes 
to transport items into the United States without going through customs or having any 
authorities know about. Your father refused them. So they contacted me and the men I work 
for. You get kidnapped and held until your father sees reason.”

Stephanie, noting that Tanya was looking right at Jill when he made references to her 
father, interrupted. “Daddy won’t do it,” she said with what she hoped would be the right 
amount of pride for a daughter to express. “He won’t do it”

Tanya looked at Stephanie for a few seconds then shrugged her shoulders. “Doesn’t matter
which of you is Jill Roberts. We’ll find out one way or another. Besides, which ever one of you 
is not the daughter, you must be some good friend of the family. You were, after all, found in 
the bed with his daughter. He won’t want either of you hurt”

Stephanie didn’t say a thing. Apparently this woman didn’t know about the Roberts’ 
keeping slave girls around the ranch.

“What will you do if Mr. Roberts doesn’t give in?’ asked Jill, obviously trying to confuse the
identity issue.

“Oh, we have a plan. He will quickly see reason. Each day that you two are here, you will 
both be tortured. I will photograph this and send photos to Justin Roberts. He will see his 
daughter and her friend being tortured in full colour and detail. What father could bold out?”

Neither girl said a thing. Tanya was about to go when Stephanie asked a question. “What 
happens when Daddy gives in and says yes? What’s to prevent him from changing bis mind 
after you’ve turned us back over to him?”

Tanya smiled. “You’re going to enjoy your stay here,” was all she would say. “You torture 
begins this afternoon.” Then she left.

“She didn’t answer your question,” said Jill. “Yes, she did,” replied Stephanie. “She told us 
that we

would not be returned to your dad. We will be kept prisoners, hostages I guess, to make 
sure he cooperates with the bad guys.”

Jill was shocked silent For Stephanie it was simply trading one captor for another. But for 
Jill it was full time slavery the kind of which she was used to handing out, not taking.

“I’m sorry, Jill,” said Stephanie. “Perhaps if we tell them that I’m Jill Robots, they’ll go easier 
cm you.”

Jill just shook her head. “They can’t do this to me,” was all she said.

Stephanie didn’t point out that they certainly could. They had complete control of these 
two naked girls and would do whatever they wished to them. It was a state that Stephanie had
become used to but was a real shock to Jill.

Later a lunch was brought to them by a young Mexican girl who would not answer any of 
their questions nor voluntary any information. They had to eat the food off the plates with 
their mouths because their hands were not freed but they were both hungry and cleaned the 
plates with their tongues. There was also a shallow glass of water that they could suck from to 
ease their thirst.

Later still, after hours of sitting on the tiny wooden benches set into the walls, Tanya and 
Burt came and took away Jill. Stephanie’s heart went out to her mistress. The teenager was 
obviously frightened.

An hour later they came for her. The Casa de Dolor was a large place with many rooms.

There were also courtyards set within the house where trees and fountains stood under 
the hot desert sun. The one that they took Stephanie to was rather large, had no pleasant 
fountains or cool trees, and was obviously set up as a place where the promised torture could 
be performed. It was a twenty foot square courtyard faced by plain white walls and enterable 
by only one door. There were two round posts set into the ground about ten feet apart. 
Across the top of them was a heavy timber with three metal rings set solidly into the 
underside. From the left hand ring hung Jill.

The teenager had obviously already received her promised torture. She was hanging 
upside down from ropes tied around her ankles. Her long hair hung down to just touch the 
sandy ground. Her wrists were crossed and bound behind her back. She was ungagged, but 
did not speak when Stephanie was brought in. From the red marks crisscrossing her breasts, 
bottom and the fronts of her thighs, Stephanie was sure that her friend had been hanging 
there almost all the time she was gone, and that Tanya had been amusing herself by lashing 
Jill with the riding crop in her hands. Burt stood by with a camera in his hands and a grin on 
his face.

The handcuffs were removed from her wrists but the freedom was very shorted lived for 
they were crossed and tightly bound. Then she was sat on the sandy ground and her ankles 
bound with a fair amount of cord left hanging free after the ropes were cinched down. Burt 
easily picked up Stephanie and held her while Tanya threaded the rope from her ankles 
through the metal ring with the aid of a step ladder. Then she brought the rope down to 
Stephanie’s ankles and passed it around them again. Then she pulled while Burt held the 
naked girl up and Stephanie found her ankles raising above her head. Burt lifted her higher as 
her feet approached the ring, and Tanya tied the knots when her head was about the same 
height as Jill’s. Then Burt eased her body down until she was hanging upside down.

It was a very strange position for Stephanie, the poor girl having never been bound 
hanging upside down before. There was a lot of strain on her ankles but not terribly so. 
Everything looked strange upside down but she had little time to wonder at the strangeness. 
She saw Tanya approaching with the riding crop and Burt in the background holding camera 
ready to capture her torment on film.

Tanya didn’t waste time teasing her victim or telling her what was to happen. She simply 
lashed out and placed a red line cross Stephanie’s round bottom. The naked girl squealed and
jerked at the end of her tether. Tanya walked around and lined up a slash that made one 
breast bounce and evoked a real scream of pain from Stephanie. “Please! Don’t! Oh, that’s 
hurts so much ” “It’s suppose to. Get the pictures, Burt” “Yes, Mistress.” The riding crop kissed 
Stephanie other breast and set the nude girl jerking and gasping at the end of her rope. 
Slowly, giving time for Burt to set up the photo, Tanya lashed Stephanie’s breasts until they 
were crisscrossed with a dozen vivid red marks, just as Jill’s were. Then she added another 
dozen across the soft flesh of Stephanie’s thighs, both in front and in the back just above her 
bottom.

Stephanie, for her part, jerked around, screamed and pleaded between the scream. The 
pain was perhaps not the worst she had every felt, Justin Roberts’ quirt was quite good at 
delivering pain to her flesh, but the hanging upside down position seemed to accent the pain. 
By the time Tanya felt Burt had enough photos, Stephanie was reduced to a crying, pitiful 
bundle of sore flesh and helpless nudity.

Tanya smiled a very satisfied smile as she stood back to observe her handiwork. Then she 
tapped the riding crop against her leg and briskly told Burt to go and get the film developed. 
She followed Burt from the barren courtyard.

Shaking the tears from her eyes, Stephanie almost called out after the departing woman 
something to the effect that she had forgotten to let diem down. But it wasn’t hard to figure 
out that the woman hadn’t forgotten, she intended for them to hang there. Asking to be let 
down might just earn a few more stripes for her effort.

“Jill, are you okay?” Stephanie asked a minute later. Jill slowly opened her eyes. “Oh, 
Stephanie, they hurt me.

It was a simple statement but spoke volumes. This was a rich, spoiled teenage girl who was
used to delivering pain to other girls, not getting it She might have toyed with the idea of 
being tied up herself, and even with the delicious notion of being punished as she did the 
slave girl she had owned. But that was all. Just fanciful thinking, playing at a very adult game 
that was fantastic and exciting. This, on the other hand, was something else. This was real pain.
This was real helplessness as she hung there, sore and totally unable to escape. This was Jill’s 
first introduction to being whipped.

It was odd to see tear stains going up from the eyes, but one had to make allowances for 
the inverted position of these two punished girls. As she talked with Jill, Stephanie twisted and
tugged at her wrists enough to confirm that she couldn’t free her hands.

“Have you been hanging long?” she asked. “I don’t know. They brought me right here and 
hung me up. Oh, Stephanie, my ankles hurt. And my breasts… My breasts bum. Stephanie get 
me down.”

Stephanie’s heart went out to her friend and former owner. Thanks to Jill and her father, at
least Stephanie was prepared for this kind of treatment, Jill, on the other hand, was simply not 
used to being treated in this manner.

For a while she didn’t know what say. There were no words of comfort she could think of, 
and the future didn’t look very bright.

For another hour the two girls hung in the bright and hot desert sun, slowly twisting at the
end of their ropes, moaning sometimes, hardly speaking a word, and feeling completely 
helpless. Suddenly Tanya was there, smiling at them. The film came out okay, so you two can 
get down now. Unless you like hanging there. You look very nice. I could leave you there the 
rest of the afternoon?”

Stephanie opened her eyes. “Please let up down,” was all she said.

“Well,” sighed Tanya, “perhaps…” The pause stretched out until Stephanie wanted to moan.

“Perhaps later.” And Tanya was suddenly gone.

Stephanie did moan. In anger and frustration she jerked her arms in a vain attempt to free 
her wrists. It only set her to swaying and twisting in air. Then she began crying.

Both girls hung another hour in torment before they were taken in. Thus was their 
introduction to Casa de Dolor.





6


Staked Out


Stephanie moaned inwardly as she looked at Jill and realized what as about to happen to the 
pretty teenager girl. It was the second day of their captivity at Casa de Dolor, and both naked 
girls were somewhat refreshed by an entire night spent in the quiet of their cells. The 
handcuffs on their wrists and ankles did not hamper the tired girls from getting much needed 
sleep. Especially after having spent over two hours hanging upside down in the hot sun that 
afternoon while the bum of fresh whip marks faded.

But today was a new day and it was rapidly becoming apparent that the only purpose of 
their being there was to subject them to constant pain and tortures. The torture device the 
sadist Tanya and her somewhat dumb but very strong companion Burt was simple but wicked 
looking. It was a metal pole, like a plumbing pipe about one inch in diameter, sticking out of 
the ground about five feet. On the top was a small length of triangular shaped metal, welded 
onto the pipe with the sharp edge upward. It was only eight or nine inches long and its 
polished surface shone in the morning sunlight.

Stephanie and Jill stood before the pipe/post, Stephanie looking worried and Jill looking 
downright scared. Both had been bound with their arms behind their backs, elbows touching 
so that they were constantly reminded by pain that their arms and hands were of no use to 
them. The handcuffs of the cell had been taken off so they could walk, but not until the ropes 
had been added.

Tanya and Burt gave every indication of being quite capable of assuring these naked girls 
would never have a chance to escape. Burt had just been ordered to pick Jill up and place her 
on the pipe.

The teenage girl tried to back away but the big man’s hand was already on her arm, and 
the girl was easily picked up as if she weighed next to nothing. She tried to clamp her legs 
together so he couldn’t make her sit on that terrible looking metal edge, but Tanya suddenly 
grabbed each ankle and spread the legs. Burt lowered the girl until the metal triangle was 
almost buried in the soft flesh of her sex.

“Oh, no! That hurts! Please don’t do this,” Jill cried out. “Oh, that’s sharp! You’ll hurt me.”

Her pleas were ignored. Burt held the girl steady on the edge while Tanya took a pair of 
handcuffs and locked them about the slender ankles. Then she took another pair and locked 
them also about the ankles but this time with the connecting chain passing on the other side 
of the pipe.

When Tanya stepped back, Jill was whining in pain. The handcuffs would keep her ankles 
next to the pipe but would allow none of her weight to be taken off her pussy. The sides of 
the pipe were smooth metal and there was nothing she could push against to lift her body up.
Her bound hands fluttered about as if trying to find something to push up on to relieve the 
suffering between her legs.

There was nothing.

“A few hours like that will soften her up,” said Tanya. Stephanie was unsure if she was 
talking to her or Burt. Or perhaps to Jill. “Burt,” she continued, “take some photos now. Then 
we’ll take some more later.”

“You’re not going to leave me like this!” cried Jill. “I’ll fall off. This thing will destroy my sex!
It hurts!”

“No, no, and yes,” said Tanya with a wicked smile. “No, you will not fall off. You can’t push 
up enough to slide your pussy off the steel triangle. No, your sex will not be destroyed, just 
sore and painified. And, yes, it hurts. It’s suppose to.” Tanya pinched a nipple then stood back 
while Burt lined up some shots. That being finished, the three of them left the teenager girl 
whining on her post of suffering.

The post Jill had been left on was behind the big house, thirty or forty feet from the house.
The ground all around was barren and sandy, marked here and there by small rocks. It was 
only mid-morning but already the air was hot, a promise of agony for any maiden left naked 
and helpless away from shelter.

As the trio walked around the house and then away towards the foothills immediately 
behind it, Tanya amused herself by telling Stephanie, “It only took one phone call to find out 
which of you is which, Stephanie.” She emphasized her name so Stephanie would know that 
she really did know.

“So what happens now?” asked Stephanie. “You’ve got Jill. What happens to me?”

“According to our sources, Justin Roberts is rather fond of you. Of course, not like with his 
daughter, but still enough so that he should be upset at seeing you tortured.”

“Justin Roberts,” Stephanie said carefully, “often whips me. His favourite instrument is a 
quirt. I still carry marks from it. He probably doesn’t care what you do to me at all.”

“Are you trying to tell me that I shouldn’t bother torturing you because it doesn’t matter?” 
Tanya laughed. “Well then, sweetie, we’ll do it because we like to.”

Stephanie had nothing to say. When you’re completely in the power of people like these 
two, there is nothing they can’t do to you. And for any reason they wish.

“And perhaps you’re wrong,” continued Tanya, “He may care more few you than you 
think.”

Stephanie didn’t say anything hut was thinking that this woman probably wasn’t far from 
the truth. Stephanie had been getting the feeling that Justin Roberts did have feelings for her. 
At least up until the time she was kidnapped by these fiends.

They arrived at the selected spot but Stephanie could see nothing unusual, just barren 
ground and rocks. Then she saw the four metal rings set in flat concrete to form a square on a
section of flat ground.

“That’s right, sweetie,” cooed Tanya. “Those rings are set very solidly in the ground. They 
make quite good anchors for staking out a girl.”

Butt was already positioning Stephanie in the middle of the square and making her sit 
down on the hard ground. The two of them took her legs and spread them wide, then 
attached ropes around each ankle and tied them to two of the coiners of the square. 
Stephanie expected that her arms would be untied and her wrists tied up to the other corners,
putting her in a spread-eagled position.

But Tanya tied some rope to that already around her elbows. Then another length of rope 
to the same place. Burt took one rope and Tanya the other. They pushed Stephanie hack down
so she was laying on her bound arms then tied the ropes to the comer rings so that she was 
held down. It was already uncomfortable laying on her arms but Stephanie was sure it would 
get worse. It did.

Stephanie kept her eyes closed because the sun was shining right onto her face but she 
opened them when she felt something touching her breast. Standing over her was Tanya, 
pouring honey from a jar. She covered both breasts then trailed the sticky stuff down 
Stephanie’s belly to her pubic patch. She finished the jar directly on Stephanie’s pubic patch. 
Then she discarded the jar and knelt down beside the helpless girl. She smeared the honey all 
over the breasts, around the neck, down the sides of Stephanie’s chest, and all around her 
tummy. Then she massaged it into the pubic patch, making sure that a goodly amount 
covered all the way down to her ass. Then she wiped her hands on Stephanie’s legs, leaving 
more honey there.

Stephanie had a sinking feeling ia the pit of her stomach about this. “I suppose there are 
ants around here?” she asked hesitantly.

“You bet ya, sweetie.” Tanya laughed. “Lot’s of ants. That’s why I picked this spot. There’s a 
nest of big desert ants. And they just love honey.”

Stephanie wanted to beg but knew it would do no good. “I like ants,” she said bravely.

Tanya laughed harder. “Honey, ain’t no girl likes insects crawling all over her body. I’ve 
seen girls screaming their heads off until their voice was raw. I’ve even seen one girl go crazy. 
You should have seen her — jerking all around, screaming, banging her bottom against the 
ground. She finally started singing hymns, you know, old gospels? Rock of Ages was one of 
her favourites. Then she started saying, “Mommy, Mommy,” over and over. Every once in a 
while she would tremble all over. Interesting but the most fun to watch was when she jerked 
and strained against the ropes. I really thought she would break some bones or even break 
the rope, she was struggling so hard. But the ropes held. They always do.”

Stephanie said nothing, not even to correct Tanya’s statement that ants woe insects.

“Well, time to go. It’s getting hot and I feel like a cold ice tea. Have fun.” Tanya started to 
leave but turned around. “Oh, by the way, if you don’t crush them or make them mad, the ants
probably won’t bite you much. A girl could die from too many ant bites, especially those big 
red ones we have here. Some kind of poison they have. Well, have fun. Bye.”

Stephanie bit back a moan of fear and anger. She was sure that there was nothing she 
could say that would make this woman change the plans for her. Even prophesying insanity 
would not change events. Actually, Stephanie told herself, that would probably make Tanya 
want to watch.

The sun was hot arid Stephanie closed her eyes against it. For a long time all she felt was 
the heat upon her skin and the stickiness slowly dripping down her thighs and flanks. But 
there came that first dreaded touch of something against her leg, something small — very 
small. She held very still.

There was another touch. And another.

In less than half an hour from the time Tanya left, Stephanie’s naked body was covered 
with ants.

The crawled all over her, they licked up the honey, they tramped across her nipples, and 
they danced cm her face. Trying not to move at all, Stephanie held her eyes tight closed and 
tired to ignore the thousands of tiny feet crawling all over her. It was not easy. She wanted to 
scream and thrash around until they were gone.

Stephanie could easily see how a girl could go crazy from this. She was no more than 
average afraid of crawling things on her skin but this was a pretty heavy doze. A thousand 
times she silently begged them to go away. She preyed that the honey would be all used up 
and they would depart.

She pleaded with all the gods that be for Tanya to come back and take her away from this 
horror.

Later she tried to take her mind off the crawling horrors by imagining terrible tortures she 
could do to Tanya. Maybe the tables would be turned and she would have that sadistic 
woman in her power. Then she would make that smile leave the dark features of that evil 
woman. She would show Tanya what pain was.

And it did make her feel better to imagine Tanya slowly roasting over a wood fire, 
suspended by her thumbs over a pit of scorpions, and having every square inch of her flesh 
whipped off. Slowly, of course. Not very probably events, but they helped Stephanie cope with
the horror that was happening to her. Occasionally she twitched or shivered when the 
crawling feet teased her nerves.

And all the while her arms ached and ached. Her hands, which were under her bottom, 
had gone numb and her shoulders and elbows hurt terribly. But there was nothing she could 
do about it. Those ropes held her down to the rings and would not allow her to turn on her 
side, even if she didn’t care about what the ants might do.

Stephanie was so engrossed in the agony of her situation that she didn’t even realize when
Tanya and Burt came up. Burt managed to get a number of photos, some close ups, before 
Stephanie was aware that she was not alone. A tiny bit she cracked one eyelid open to see two
vague shapes before her. “Please…” she whispered. That was all, just one word, and that hardly
audible.

The ropes were untied and Stephanie helped to her feet One of the ropes was looped 
around her neck and she was made to follow at the end of that tether back to the house, ants 
still crawling over her body, some dropping off on the path.

At the house she was hosed down with surprisingly cold water until the ants, sweat and 
honey were washed away. She was grateful for the relief against her hot skin, but mostly for 
the flushing away of those terrible crawling things. She shivered, both from the cold and from 
memories. She was certain that she would be haunted by dreams of crawling things all over 
her naked body.

Then she was taken around to the side of the house where Jill had been left. The teenager 
was still riding the post. Stephanie could hear her crying even before they rounded the corner.

“You bastards,” Jill said with a whine. “You’ve ruined my sex. It will never work. And I’m a 
virgin.”

Tanya’s eyebrow went up on that one. “Sweetie, your sex isn’t ruined, just… sort of crushed.
It will bounce back. A virgin, huh?”

Stephanie wasn’t sure about Jill’s statement Hie girl was just too sexually aware for 
Stephanie to believe she hadn’t had sex before now. But perhaps it was true…

“Please let me down,” said Jill. “I’m sure Daddy will give you whatever you want.”

Tanya ignored the teenage girl, instead giving Burt orders to take some more photos. He 
got some close ups of Jill’s tear-streaked face, as well as wider shots showing her suffering 
body. There would be little doubt in the mind of whoever saw these photos that Jill was being 
tortured.

Jill was taken down after the photos were obtained. She moaned very loudly as her sex 
was lifted off the metal and could hardly stand. When she was finally led away, she walked 
with her legs spread as widely as she could manage. Stephanie winced at the thought of what 
poor Jill was feeling.

Jill was hosed down to flush away the sweat from her body. Then both girls were taken 
down to the dungeon and locked into separate cells. It was cool in the cells, for which both 
girls were very grateful. They compared notes, Jill expressing great shock at what had 
happened to Stephanie. Then the girl was silent A few seconds later she shivered and 
Stephanie knew that her teenage friend was imaging the ant torture happening to her.

For an hour or more they remained as they were, aims still bound and hurting, but at least 
cool and without creepy crawly all over them. Then lunch was tonight diem and their arms 
untied so they could eat After a small meal, their hands were locked behind their backs with 
handcuffs and they were left alone. As the afternoon passed and it grew warmer, they both 
found themselves drowsy and were soon sleeping.

As they recovered from the latest tortures of Case de Dolores, new tortures were being 
dreamed up for their pain and humiliation.





7


Getting Shafted


Perhaps as part of the strangeness of that place, the Case de Dolor did not torture its two 
naked guests the next day. They were allowed to sleep late, eat a good breakfast and visit a 
bathroom for as long as they wished. They had to wear handcuffs but they were locked on the
wrists in front and presented little problem in taking a bath or fixing their hair. Both girls felt 
much better after they had cleaned and made themselves beautiful. After lunch the were even 
allowed to visit the indoor swimming pool. The handcuffs were not removed so normal 
swimming was not quite possible, but they did manage a form of dog-paddle. Still, Stephanie 
stayed in the shallow end where she could easily touch the bottom while Jill swam all around 
the pool with ease.

After a lengthy swim, which was constantly observed by Burt, they again had to fix their 
hair but neither girl minded. At first they were conscious of both their nudity and the large 
man standing in the comer of the pool room, but after a while they ignored him. He did not 
seem to be interested in them sexually, at least he didn’t stare at their breasts and pubic patch
the way most men would have.

And they knew that they both had way above average figures, so that couldn’t be why he 
seemed to take no interest in their sexual charms. Jill speculated that he was a eunuch, which 
made Stephanie laugh. But after a little thought and reflection on how mean Tanya had been 
to them, she wondered.

She wouldn’t put it passed Tanya to make sure that the only male around wasn’t in any 
condition to ravish the prisoners. Or to be swayed by feminine charms. Or something.

After dinner they thought that they were going to just be bedded down in their cells but 
that was not what happened. As the last orange of the fading sunset faded, Burt came for Jill. 
The teenager was led away with her arms handcuffed behind her and a rope around her neck 
as a leash. She didn’t come back for an hour, and she was crying when she did.

The teenager was still handcuffed and Stephanie could discern no new marks upon her 
body, but she was obviously upset. But they were not left alone long enough for her to ask 
what had happened. Burt had no sooner finished locking Jill’s cage door then he unlocked 
Stephanie’s and looped the rope around her neck. She could hear Jill’s sobbing as she was 
marched down the corridor to the upstairs where some painful fate awaited her.

It looked like a bedroom but lacked the personal touches that everyone adds to a room 
they claim as their own. There was a bed and a dresser but nothing else. The dresser was 
barren on its surface, the bed covered with a sheet There was one metal ring set into the wall 
a foot above the bed at its head. That was all.

Burt led the naked girl over to the bed and ordered her to kneel with her feet hanging 
over the edge. He then tied a rope around each ankle and down to the legs of the bed so that
her knees were far apart and she could scarcely keep her balance on the moving mattress. She
was then bent forward until her head touched the mattress. The rope that was around her 
neck was passed between her legs and tied down under the bed somewhere. Then he tied 
another length of rope to the link of her handcuffs, threaded the other end through the metal 
ring in the wall and pulled until Stephanie’s arms were racked painfully towards the head of 
the bed. Only when the poor girl was immobilized in that fashion did Burt tie some knots in 
the rope and leave the room.

Stephanie found this position very uncomfortable. Her head was driven into the bed, her 
arms hurt and the handcuffs were digging into the flesh of her wrists. She was balanced on 
three points, head and knees, and found that she could not move from that position. Any 
attempt to lower her body by moving her head forward was stopped by the rope around her 
neck. If she tried to lower her bottom by bending her knees, additional stress was put on her 
arms until she had to stop. She found it least painful to just rest there with her bottom up in 
the air and the rest of her immobile.

The naked girl had not long to wait. Tanya came in, completely naked and carrying a 
couple of things in her hands. “Hi, sweetie,” she said cheerfully enough. “Oh, what a nice ass 
you have there.

Would be wonderful to whip it… But that’s not what is in store for you tonight No, 
sireeee….” She put down the objects in her hands on the dresser, then went over to 
Stephanie’s upturned bottom and patted the normally soft flesh. “Taunt, isn’t it? Well, that 
makes it hurt more when the lash kisses it.”

She returned to the dresser and began attaching something to her hips. “But as I said, 
there will be no lash for you tonight. But I have something else that you wiB enjoy.”

“What did you do to Jill?” Stephanie asked while trying to see what Tanya was doing. The 
view for her was upside down and between her legs.

“What did I do to the girl?” purred Tanya. “Why, the same thing I’m going to do to you.” 
She moved around behind Stephanie so the bound girl could see what fate awaited her.

Stephanie gasped. Held by straps around Tanya’s hips and between her legs was a replica 
in rubber or plastic of a male phallus. It pointed straight forward and slightly upward as if 
seeking Stephanie’s open and inviting pussy. “You’re not going to rape me with that thing… 
Are you?” asked Stephanie.

Tanya laughed. “That’s the same thing Jill asked me,” she informed. “But, no, I’m not going 
to rape you. At least not in the way you think.” She picked up a jar from the dresser and 
walked back between Stephanie’s legs at the edge of the bed. Scooping with a couple of 
fingers, she took a gob of jelly-like substance from the jar and smeared it on Stephanie’s 
asshole.

“Oh, no! You’re not going to do that! No way!”

“That’s what Jill said, too. But she was wrong.” Stephanie felt a finger pushing some of the 
lubricant into her rectum and she tried to shift her bottom away. The ropes defeated her. The 
little she could move her bottom was easily defeated by Tanya. Stephanie wanted to cry. She 
understood now why Jill had been crying. This was something she had heard about in 
whispers in the high school gym class as something that some boys liked to do to girls. And as
something that hurt terribly.

“Please don’t do this to me,” she begged. Beyond the pain there was the humiliation of the
act and she greatly feared that.

Both of Tanya’s hands were holding her hips, the fingernails digging into the soft flesh. 
There was a pressure against her rectum, very slight. “Sweetie, you’re going to get it now,” 
said a happy Tanya. Then she shoved and Stephanie felt her rectum open as the dildo entered.
The lubricant so generously smeared on made it’s passage possible. Stephanie whined at the 
strange sensation of an object invading her asshole but could do nothing about it. Tanya 
slowly pushed the artificial penis in, making Stephanie feel every inch of its presence. It hurt 
but surprisingly less than she expected.

Tanya paused to add more lubricant to the shaft, then continued its slow invasion of a very
private part

“You take it easier than Jill did,” Tanya said. “I guess it’s because you’re a bigger girl. 
“There, all the way in. How does that feel?”

Stephanie could feel Tanya’s body pressing against her bottom and knew that she was 
being told the truth. She opened her eyes to see Tanya’s legs and some of the straps but 
nothing of the dildo inside her where nothing should be shoved.

There then began what was for Stephanie the most unusual mixture of humiliation, pain, 
shame and oddly exciting and erotic feelings she had every had. As Tanya began a slow 
pumping of her hips, the dildo easily slide in and out, creating a most strange sensation. Her 
rectum hurt but there was a perverse kind of excitement that was undeniable. As the speed of 
the invader picked up, Stephanie found herself gasping and moaning. She wiggled her 
bottom, trying to dislodge this intruder but only helped in the rape of her asshole.

After reaching a fever pitch of pumping and banging against Stephanie’s bottom, Tanya 
suddenly pulled out with a gasp of her own. At the same time Stephanie felt her pussy 
explode in a totally unexpected orgasm. It wasn’t the best she had ever had but it wasn’t the 
worst, either.

The next thing she knew Burt’s hands were untying the ropes from her handcuffs wrists 
and legs.

When she tried to stand, she found that her rectum felt really strange. She walked back to 
the cells with her legs spread a lot wider than normal.

As she was being put into her cell, she asked bravely, “Is this part of the torture for Justin 
Roberts to see?”

“Nah. Tanya just does this because she likes to,” said Burt “She does it to all the girls we 
get here.”

That made Stephanie’s ears pick up. “How many girls do you get here?” she asked.

“Depends. Sometimes a bunch, something none. Depends <mi what jobs Tanya has from 
her clients.”

“What do you mean, jobs?” Stephanie felt a little braver and Burt didn’t seem to mind 
talking.

‘The Mistress, that’s what Tanya likes to be called, does the dirty work for people. Let’s say 
you want some business rival to sell you a company. Okay. You call Tanya, she kidnaps the 
guy’s daughter. When he starts getting photos showing his kid being tortured, he does what 
you want Or say you wont to get back at someone who hurt you. You call Tanya and she 
kidnaps his wife or daughter or son. Or him.” “You mean she would do this to a man?” “Sure, 
she don’t care. She likes to torture anyone.” “And these… clients pay her?” “Sure. You’d be 
surprised at the number of people who are happy to put out good money to see photos or 
video tape of someone they hate being tortured. And they don’t run no risk of being caught. 
It’s all done through phone calls and some kind of numbered Swiss bank accounts. I don’t 
understand that part”

Stephanie was beginning to get a better view of the situation she was in. After Burt left 
and Stephanie found that Jill was asleep, she thought about it. In a funny way it made sense. 
You paid a lawyer to bring a law suit against someone, why not pay a… Well, a professional to 
kidnap a guy’s daughter and torture her until you get what you want? Just like Justin Roberts 
was being pressured to let someone use his ranch for some kind of drug trafficking.

She also did some thinking about what had happened to her that evening. And she was 
ashamed to admit to herself that the violation of her asshole had not been the terror it should
have been.

Maybe, she told herself just before drifting off to sleep, I’m been too long a prisoner of 
perverts. I’m beginning to like it.

The next day brought fresh tortures and a reply from Justin Roberts.





8


The Torture Continues


The next morning Stephanie found her rectum a little sore but otherwise none the worse for 
wear after the “back door” rape of the evening before. Jill, on the other hand, seemed 
withdrawn and angry. Stephanie didn’t blame her. It was a gross invasion of privacy, sort of, 
and she hadn’t liked it, either. And she was used to being roughly treated, punished and used 
sexually as her owners wished. Jill was not In spite of her considerable experience as a mistress
who owned and punished a slave girls everyday, Jill was a novice when it came to being 
punished. She had a lot of adjusting to do, and Stephanie told her so. But Stephanie wasn’t 
too worried. Teenagers are resilient, they bounce back from most anything.

About mid morning Tanya came down to their cells and announced that Justin Roberts 
had not yet consented to their demands so another torture session was planned. A very 
reluctant Jill was dragged from her cell by Tanya and Burt, kicking and screaming for them to 
leave her alone.

Stephanie’s heart went out to the pretty teenager but there was nothing she could do. A 
while later they came for her.

With a rope around her neck and wrists handcuffed behind her back, Stephanie had little 
choice but to follow Burt. The room they stopped in was one she had not seen before. It had 
white walls, a hardwood floor and only one door. It was about half the size of a basketball 
court and lit from the ceiling with fairly bright lights. Burt handed Stephanie’s tether over to 
Tanya and went to one corner of the room where a video camera was set up on a tripod. As 
Tanya unlocked Stephanie’s hands and gathered the wrists together for some rope bondage, 
Stephanie could see that Jill had not yet been harmed. The teenager nudity was standing by 
one wall, sulking and obviously afraid. That asshole rape really shook her up, Stephanie said to
herself. Poor girl’s scared of what they’ll do to her now.

Jill’s hands had been unlocked from the handcuffs and rebound with rope, palm to palm 
behind her back. But instead of the elbows then being bound together as was usual when a 
girl’s hands are tied that way, a leather collar had been put around her neck and a rope from a
ring in the back of that had gone down to her wrists. There is wrapped around her wrist 
bondage and back up to the ring. That rope had been tugged until Jill’s hands were pulled up 
to the small of her back and the elbows spread to either side. With the palms of her hands 
together this lifting process had to stop when the wrists could bend no more. That left the 
teenager with hands flat together, elbows wide, and the hands resting in the small of the back.
In addition, Jill’s ankles were tied together with rope but with at least twelve inches of slack 
between the ankles. Stephanie felt her hands being bound in the same way, and was sure she 
was being fixed the same when a leather collar came around from behind to encircle her 
throat

When Stephanie’s arms were secured, and her ankles hobbled, she was given a small 
shove in the direction of Jill as an indication she should join her friend. She did, wishing she 
could somehow comfort the frightened girl. But she couldn’t even put her arms around Jill 
and had to content herself with a pressing of her body against Jill’s. She didn’t care whether 
Tanya and Burt were watching as she pressed her bare breasts against Jill’s. And Jill smiled 
weakly to show that she appreciated the gesture.

Stephanie wondered about why their hands had been bound this way. ft was an awkward 
position, the arms feeling strange that way. She experimented a little and soon realized why 
their arms were bound that way. She could not bring her bands down to ha bottom at all. And
that suggested that their bottoms would be a target Tanya wished to have them unable to 
protect with hands. It made sense but Stephanie didn’t tell Jill of her surmise.

Tanya left the room only to return a few minutes later with her clothing different. This rime 
it was a very short skirt of black leather, a vest that had two thin tie strings across the front yet
showed a good deal of breast. There were high heels that made a loud clacking sound on the 
wooden floor, and a short whip in her hand. The whip looked funny to Stephanie at first until 
she realized that it was really a strap attached to a rigid handle. The leather was about an inch 
in width and thin enough to be very flexible. Stephanie didn’t like the look of it Tanya had also
donned a black mash that covered most of bet face for disguise. She approached the two 
naked girls with a smile on her face.

“We’re going to make a little movie,” she said. “It may have more visual impact than 
photos.

Besides, it will be fun to do.” The strap was swinging gently by her side. “Ready?”

The question was to Burt, not the girls, who would probably never say they were ready for 
pain.

“Yeah,” Burt replied and bent to put his eye to the camera.

“Good. Start.” Tanya stepped to one side and suddenly swung the strap in an arc that 
aided squarely on Stephanie’s behind. The startled girl let out with a squeal and jumped. Tanya
advanced upon Jill who was backing away. Perhaps the teenager underestimated the reach of 
that strap on a stick because suddenly Tanya swept out one arm and the strap made a Swack! 
sound as it impacted across both of Jill’s breasts. The teenager screamed and fell back.

There followed a game of cat and mouse with Tanya being the cat equipped with a leather 
strap claw and these two naked and bound girls being helpless mice for her to play with. And 
play she did. She lashed at bottoms and breasts and thighs. The girls tried to stay away from 
the lash but they could only move so fast with their ankles hobbled and were no match for 
Tanya’s cat-like grace.

Again and again the strap kissed their flesh, evoking cries of pain and an awkward dance 
from the punished girls. No matter where they ran, Tanya was there ready to strike. The room 
was big but not for hobbled and helpless naked girls.

The room was filled with the sounds of pain, the swack of leather impacting against female
flesh, the sharp clicking of high heels against wood, and the softer pad of bare feet. No one 
spoke. Around and around circled Tanya, selecting targets, lashing out, and causing pain. The 
naked girls dodged, fell down, and awkwardly regained their feet, no easy task with arms so 
bound behind them. But they didn’t wish to remain on the floor, an easy target. At least while 
on their feet they had a feeling of being able to avoid at least some of the lash that cracked 
repeatedly against their flesh.

After what seemed like hours of this dancing around, Jill was crying and beginning to 
plead.

Stephanie would have begged, too, but she was sure it would do no good. Finally Jill 
slipped once too many times and didn’t even try to get up. She just lay there on her stomach, 
tears falling to the wooden floor and her fingers fluttering uselessly. Tanya stood over her to 
lash the exposed and defenceless bottom a dozen times. But the teenager had been pushed 
to her limit and didn’t try to rise.

“Fade out,” said Tanya as she delivered the last couple of lashes. A few seconds later Burt 
called out, “Done,” and Tanya stopped punishing the already glowing red bottom.

Both girls were exhausted, sweating and covered with red marks, their bottoms one solid 
mass of burning flesh and their breasts pretty well covered with red marks. Even Tanya was 
sweating and seemed tired. Stephanie wondered how long they had been at this punishment.

Tanya and Burt left, taking the camera with them. Stephanie walked to the door and 
checked it awkwardly with her bound hands. It was locked. She hadn’t really expected 
otherwise but still had to try. Then she went back to where Jill was laying on the floor, 
sobbing. She lowered herself to a sitting position next to tile punished girl but quickly rolled 
on her side when she discovered how much her bottom hurt to sit on. She wished she had 
hands to comfort her friend but there was only words available to her, and she didn’t really 
know what to say.

For a long time the two girls remained in the square room, remained bound which their 
bottoms and breasts slowly cooled down. Jill finally stopped crying and, with an effort, sat up. 
She seemed to be trying to ignore the burning in her bottom. “I’m going to get that bitch,” 
she said with far more intensity than a sweet teenager girl should have. “I’m going to get her,”
she repeated. Then she turned to Stephanie. “You believe me, don’t you? I’m going to get that
bitch.”

“I believe you,” said Stephanie. And she did. Towards evening Burt came to take them back
to their cells and they were served dinner by the Mexican servant girl. That night neither of 
them was taken to Tanya’s for ravishment or anything else. They were grateful for that.

The next day was spent uneventfully, mostly in their cells except for a couple visits to the 
bathroom for a lengthy bath. But then next day…

They came for the girls at mid-morning. Stephanie guessed that Tanya and Butt liked to 
sleep in late. Both girls were taken from their cells wearing only the handcuffs that held their 
wrists behind their backs. Burt held each girl with a firm grip on an arm as they were marched 
outside and around to the back of the house. There they were confronted with a sight that 
made Stephanie gasp and shiver. Before them was a shallow rectangular hole dug in the earth 
and instantly thoughts of a

“shallow, unmarked grave” flashed through Stephanie’s mind. Jill just looked puzzled.

“Your father has agreed to provide whatever my clients wish,” Tanya informed. “Which is 
good.

Of course, you two will be kept here to assure that he doesn’t change his mind.”

“Then you’ll stop torturing us?” asked Jill hesitantly.

Tanya just smiled. Stephanie did not like that smile. Then she went to Jill and unlocked the 
handcuffs from her wrists. Burt continued to hold on to one arm and that prevented any 
thoughts of escape. Tanya took rope from her pocket and bound Jill’s wrists together, palm to 
palm. Then she bound the elbows tightly together, seemingly taking great delight in crushing 
the teenager’s elbows with the rope.

Burt pushed the girl down to the ground and Tanya tied bar legs together at the ankles 
and above the knees. Then she was rolled over and held while Tanya tied her ankles to her 
wrists in a good, tight hogtie. Jill was bravely fighting back tears at this rough handling.

Before doing anything else to Jill, their two captors fixed Stephanie so that she would not 
be able to interfere. They removed the handcuffs and bound her arms as Jill’s had been: 
elbows touching, very tight. Then they bound her ankles so all she could do was stand there 
and watch what happened to her friend.

But first there was the video camera to set up, which Burt did, pointing it at the hogtied 
girl laying on the ground next to the shallow hole. Stephanie could see that the hole was only 
a little bigger than the size of Jill in her hogtie. Tanya donned her blade mask and signaled for 
Burt to begin recording the scene. She moved to the helpless girl and attached a mask over 
the bottom of her face. The plastic mask was white coloured and had a hose coming out of 
the end. It looked a little like a gas mask except that it covered only the bottom of the face. 
Straps went around her head to secure it in place. Then Tanya lifted Jill’s shoulders and pulled 
her towards the hole.

Jill must have realized what was going to happen and began fighting the ropes with all she
had in her. She was screaming into that mask and shaking her head. Stephanie could 
understand. It wasn’t hard to figure out why there was a big pile of sand next to the hole, or 
that the hose was a breathing tube. But a hogtie is a very confining bondage and there was 
nothing the naked teenage girl could do. She shook her body wildly, grabbed at the ropes 
with her fingers and shook her head. But she was easily pulled into the hole.

Stephanie noted that the hole was just deep enough so that Jill’s feet were just below the 
edge.

Tanya carefully arranged the breathing tube so it passed up and over the edge of the hole.
Then she began shovelling sand over the poor, frightened gill.

Stephanie wanted to say something or do something, but the ropes prevented the latter, 
and she could think of nothing to say that could possibly make a difference. These were 
sadists and they had both of them completely in their power. She sighed and felt Jill’s fear 
along with the teenager.

With Burt recording every second, Jill’s body became more and more covered with the hot
sand.

She shook it off as best she could but the hold filled up and soon it was not shaking off 
her back because the level had risen that far. After checking to make sure that the mask was in
place and the hose clear, Tanya resumed her shovelling. Jill disappeared. The worst part came 
when her head was covered by the sand. Stephanie shuddered. It was too much like watching 
a funeral.

The sand just covered the toes, leaving not a trace of the poor girl’s body. Only the hose 
sticking out of the ground gave any hint that something was hidden under the sand.

Tanya came to Stephanie’s side. “She’s not being crushed by the sand, there’s not that 
much. Oh, there is pressure, and certainly she can’t move. Not a muscle! Isn’t that grand! But 
she’s able to breath. I’ve done this before.”

Stephanie looked at Tanya. “Lost any girls this way?” she asked sarcastically.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” replied Tanya sweetly. “Your friend is in for a terrible few 
hours but she’ll live. It will get hot in there but not as hot as if I had just left her sitting on the 
ground. The sand will actually protect her.”

“And what’s to protect her mind?” Stephanie was worried for her friend. “That’s a terrible 
thing to do to a girl. She could go crazy.”

“I don’t think so.” Tanya pursed her lips as if thinking for a minute. “Only had one girl go 
crazy from this. When we pulled her out, she was babbling about mole people and sand 
sharks. Isn’t that wild?”

“Did she ever… I mean, what happened to her?”

“She never was quite right after that. When the order came for us to get rid of her, I had 
her shipped to a whore house in a small town very far south. I told the owner that if she ever 
gave him any problems to just tell her that he would bury her alive in the sand. I’m sure he’s 
had no problems with her.”

Burt came over to join them. The video camera was left on its tripod, recording only a bare
rectangle of sand with nothing moving.

“Okay, bring her in,” Tanya told Burt and turned to go back to the house. Burt easily picked
up the naked and bound girl and carried her away. Stephanie thought she could hear very 
faint screaming coming from the hose in the ground.





9


Two Naked Slavegirls Leave the House of Pain


For five weeks Jill and Stephanie remained at Casa de Dolor, enduring a full day of torture 
about every other day. Tanya seemed to have some theory that slave girls need alternate days 
of rest so they can stay “fresh” for new tortures. She readily admitted that the tortures were 
continuing simply because she wanted to do them. Sometimes their pain was photographed, 
sometimes video taped, but most often observed only by Tanya and the seemingly non-sexual
Burt. And Tanya readily admitted that Justin Roberts was conforming to whatever it was her 
client wanted, so there was really no need for either girl to be tortured…

If the days were filled with boredom alternating with pain, the nights were filled with 
uncertainty.

Someone one of the girls would be summoned to Tanya bedroom, or at least the one she 
used for her sexual adventures with helpless slave girls. The rectal rape was repeated a few 
times but there were other acts forced on the naked girls, or that they were forced to perform.
Stephanie, having been introduced to lesbian sex even before she met Jill, found it not too 
hard to be the perfect submissive slave girl. The acts she was forced to perform would not 
have been her choice, but she did them without protest.

Jill, on the other hand, was another story. She resisted every sexual advance by Tanya, who 
took delight in this show of spirit. And in forcing Ae youthful girl into sexual acts that would 
debase and shame her. Stephanie worked on Jill when they were alone in their cells. Not that 
she took delight in making Jill remember and relate those humiliations, but because she 
thought it would help the younger girl to cope with the situation if she could talk about it, get
it off her chest, so to speak, and express her frustration and anger. It had helped the night 
when Jill had been pulled from the sand grave. Tanya said that whenever she checked on the 
hose in the ground, she could hear Jill screaming. Stephanie believed it. Jill was silent when 
returned to the cell after being cleaned off and refitted with only handcuffs. It took Stephanie 
a long time to get Jill to talk about the ordeal. But finally she did and once Jill could talk about
how terrible it was and how much she hated Tanya for doing it to her, she felt better.

Still, it was Stephanie’s guess that Jill had to endure half a dozen rapes of her asshole 
during the first month they were there. Stephanie had been subjected to the same treatment 
and was still ashamed of the fact that it had both humiliated her and made her come to an 
orgasm.

The first significant change came suddenly on a hot afternoon in the sixth week of their 
captivity.

Stephanie was riding that wedge on top of the pole out behind the house, her ankles held 
captive in two pairs of handcuffs and all her pussy taking all her weight on the sharp metal 
edge. Her arms were bound behind her back with the elbows tightly corded together to add 
to her suffering, not that any additional torment was needed, the triangle trying to cut her in 
half provided all a girl could handle and then some. The sun was hot and she felt like she were
sweating a gallon of water a minute. Most of the time she kept her eyes closed against the 
bright sun. She had found out early on that too much sun gave hex headaches and even a 
form of snow blindness. So now she simply keep her eyes closed, trusting that anything she 
should see will make a noise or somehow let her know it was there.

Jill had been bound in a tight ball with thin cords and left in a tiny cage down in one 
dungeon.

Stephanie had to stand by and watch while Tanya and Burt had bound the teenage girl in 
what could only be defined as a “punishment bondage,” where the punishment was simply 
the extra tight ropes themselves. First her arms had been bound behind her with elbows 
together, the same as Stephanie’s. Then her legs had been tied together. Then a leather collar 
was placed on her neck and a rope from it to her knees pulled until she was bend in half, chin 
touching her knees. Then her ankles were tied to her wrists and the rope pulled so tightly that 
she squealed in pain. With all the knots tied, she was a sorry little teenager in as small a ball as
a girl can get into. They then carried her, with Stephanie following, to a tiny cage where they 
deposited her none too gently and locked the door with a large padlock. The cage itself was 
so tiny that Jill would have hsd to be folded just to get her in, even without bonds. A few 
hours of that kind of bondage in a cage would reduce any girl to tears, but Stephanie was sure
her friend would be spending much more than a few hours. Just as whatever her torture of the
day would last more than a few hours.

And she had been right First Stephanie spent a few hours standing in another room, her 
bound arms pulled up behind her by a rope to an overhead ring so far that she had to bend 
over. Then her bottom had been lashed a dozen strokes by Tanya, apparently just for fun since
there was no camera around. Then she was taken out to the post with the wedge and made to
sit astride it for long, painful hours. She cried and moaned and pleaded, but no one was there 
and no one heard.

Tanya appeared in late afternoon, riding crop in hand, sadist gleam in her eyes, and 
Stephanie’s first indication was a fire that burst into being in her right breast. The riding crop 
had caught an unsuspecting and defenceless breast right across the nipple and Stephanie had
to scream from the sudden pain. It was terrible.

But what might have been a long, drawn out, painful session with Tanya was cut short by 
Burt hurrying up. He handed Tanya a portable phone. From the worried look on his face, and 
the clouds forming on their Mistress’, Stephanie was sure it was bad news.

Tanya spoke few words, none of which Stephanie could hear. Then she threw down the 
phone in anger. It burst apart in a shower of plastic and electronics. “Damn, damn, damn!” was
all she said. A few seconds later she was leading Burt away, giving hurried and whispered 
orders.

Stephanie was grateful for the cessation of riding crop slashes across her breasts, that was 
a terrible torture for any girl to have to endure. But she was also curious about the phone call 
that had so angered Tanya.

Not long after that, Burt returned and quickly unlocked the handcuffs from Stephanie’s 
ankles. He lifted her from the wedge of pain and set her on her feet. But those feet were 
unsteady after hours of torment against her private parts and she could hardly stand. So Burt 
picked her up and carried her back to the front room of the house. There he dumped her on a
coffee table. Working in haste he took rope form his pocket and bound her ankles together as
she lay on her stomach. He then tied her ankles up to her wrists, jerking the rope so tight that 
Stephanie felt the palms of her hands pressing hard against her heels. Then he disappeared, 
leaving Stephanie on the table crying softiy, mostly from the feeling of returning circulation 
mingled with other pain in her sexual parts.

A few minutes later Tanya hurried by, carrying a box of papers to the big fireplace. She 
tossed those in and quickly lit them on fire. Then she disappeared again.

Stephanie knew that something was really up, something serious, and she could only 
wonder what it meant for her and Jill. Her only guess was that the authorities were coming, 
perhaps the Mexican police. Who else? She knew from comments that they were deep into 
Mexico, in a desolate area where few Mexicans ever venture.

Then suddenly Burt was picking her up and carrying her outside to a waiting land rover. 
She was roughly tossed into the back, along with some suitcases and other baggage. Both 
Burt and Tanya disappeared back into the house. For a while all was quiet. The only sound she 
could make out was the tiny sigh of a hot breeze drifting over the harsh landscape. She felt 
fear but hope at the same time. If the authorities were coming, Tanya and Burt would want to 
get away, that much was for sure. But there was the problem of Jill and Stephanie. Apparently 
their captor didn’t want to just leave the girls for whoever was coming to find. At least 
Stephanie took hope from the fact that she hadn’t simply been killed. Dead slave girl bodies 
don’t tell any tales.

Then she heard another sound, faintly, as if off in the distance. Then it was gone. Burt 
suddenly appeared, carrying Jill. She was still bound up in the ball, apparently simply jerked 
from the cage to be tossed in the back of the land over next to the naked and bound 
Stephanie.

Tanya appeared next, handing a small, dark colored weapon to Burt. Another one she 
retained.

The term “Uzi” came to Stephanie’s mind. She had seen something about that weapon 
somewhere.

Something about it being able to put out a high rate of fire even though it was a small 
gun.

Terrorists liked them, she thought.

Just then several things happened all at once. There came an explosion from the house, a 
bright flash of yellow light followed by a thud that shook the house and blew out some 
windows. At the same time she heard a roaring engine, no several engines, as if some hotrods 
were rushing up. Then there was a single “Shit!” from Burt and all hell broke loose.

From her position hogtied in the land rover, she could see very little, but both girls could 
hear quite well. There were shouts, gunshot, some coming in a staccato, and screams. In less 
than a minute it was all over and a strange silence descended.

There was the sound of footsteps on the sand and rocky earth. Stephanie strained her 
head around to sec the very welcome sight of Justin Roberts striding up, a smoking pistol in 
his hand. He wore desert combat fatigues and combat boots, and she had never seen a finer 
looking Knight in Shining armour in all her life.

He quickly cut Jill loose and took the crying girl into his arms. It was a few minutes before 
he turned his attention to the hogtied Stephanie, but she didn’t mind. A long time of torture 
was no over. Whatever came next, it couldn’t be worse than what they had endured at the 
hands of Tanya and Burt.

Stephanie was crying, but it felt awfully good.





10


Rescue and Freedom


“Of course, I had to cooperate with the Federal authorities,” Justin Roberts was saying, loudly 
so as to be heard over the noise of the land rover racing along a dusty desert road. The 
headlights cut into the dark night but the driver seemed to be far exceeding reasonable speed
under the condition.

Justin Robots didn’t seem to even notice the bumping rush across the desert. “I was 
concerned about Jill… And you, too, Stephanie. But there was no way I was going to let those 
drug-dealing bastards use my ranch to pump poison into our country. With their help it would
have been ease to shut down that end of the operation right away, but they wanted to get 
their hands on the big boys behind the little men who actually ran the drugs. So we had to 
wait, pretending to cooperate with them. But each load of drugs that went out were tagged 
and followed. They’ll all be gathered up before they hit the streets. Finally, a few days ago they
bad enough to get the big boys. But…” he paused to wrap the blanket around Jill who was 
leaning against her father, looking up into his eyes with adoration. “But they couldn’t go down
into Mexico to get you two out. Not even when I showed them those photographs and the 
video tape. Seems there was some problem with the Mexican authorities.” His voice was heavy
with sarcasm. “But they did let me have a few minutes with one of the ‘big boys’. Alone, in a 
nice soundproofed room. He told me where you were. Seems as if he wished to keep certain 
parts of his anatomy in functional condition.

Too bad he had that little accident, but it was after he told me what I wanted to hear.”

Stephanie wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and wondered yet again about 
having totally free hands and feet. There were still deep rope marks where Justin had cut the 
ropes from them with his own knife, but no new restraint took their place.

“Once we knew where you were and that the authorities weren’t going to do a thing about
it, we simply decided that we had to do it ourselves. Fortunately, Trafford here used to be in 
the Army during ‘Nam. He knew a few fellows who were trained in this type of operation and 
would do most anything for a price. We planned to get there in the middle of the night but 
we got word on the radio that someone had called those two bastards and told them we were
coming. So we put the pedal to the metal and got there as soon as we could. Guess we 
weren’t none too soon, either. They were planing to skedaddle.”

Stephanie smiled at the imposing figure of Justin Roberts in combat fatigues, the big .45

holstered at his hip. It was a reassuring sight. Then she pulled the blanket back up where it
kept wanting to slid down her back. Why could men plan and execute a rescue operation 
deep into a foreign country, but not think to bring some feminine clothes? At least they had a 
blanket to cover her nudity.

“And I’m glad we got there in time. Don’t know where they were planning to take you two,
but we stopped them.”

Stephanie remembered when the ropes came off and Trafford had helped her to her feet. 
The house was burning merrily, illuminating the prone figure of Burt on the sand. She 
shuddered when she saw the dark blood slowly creeping out from under the body.

“Don’t think that anyone will try to stop us. Do wish, : though, that I had gotten my hands 
on that bitch that was running the show. I would have shown her a thing or two about pain. 
But she’s surely dead,” he sighed. “She ran back into that burning house. We searched all 
around but there was no way she could have gotten away. We would have seen her. The 
house went up fast”

Stephanie didn’t want to think about Tanya’s dying in the buttling house. Yet a part of her 
mind was glad. The woman bad caused Jill and her a lot of pain. And how many other girls 
over the years? And even some men, if Burt was to be r believed The woman deserved what 
she got About then they turned from the dirt road onto a highway of ; sorts. At least it was 
paved and two lanes. The ride was smoother then and Justin Robots stopped talking. The 
drone ; of the tires on pavement was hypnotic and Stephanie slipped

off into much needed sleep.

It was mid morning when she awoke. The land rover had stopped amid a cluster of 
run-down buildings that could bardly be called a town. Trafford and another man were 
entering a small building with faded signs outside that Stephanie could not read. Stephanie 
sat up but kept the blanket around her. She could see, for the first time, that there were five 
men in their rescue party, three of them being strangers. All wore fatigues but the weapons 
were no where in tight now. After a few minutes Trafford and the other man reappeared, 
carrying a package.

“These should fit you,” he said, handing the paper bag into the car. Stephanie found 
clothing inside, not high fashion but something to cover their nudity with. The pants were 
jeans, fairly masculine but acceptable attire for women these days. The blouses were a 
colourful mixture of red and white in a Mexican peasant style.

“No underwear?” asked Jill. “Sorry, Miss,” replied Trafford. “But I wasn’t going to try and 
guess your sizes. Besides, just ain’t right for a man to have to buy something like that.”

“That’s all right, Trafford,” Stephanie said sincerely, “Thank you for what you did get us.”

The girls hastened to don the clothes, ignoring the showing of portions of their bodies 
that are supposed to be kept from men’s sight. It felt strange to wear clothing after so many 
months of nudity. The material seemed to chaff at her skin, the jeans being the worse. Of 
course, both girls had bottoms and breasts that were covered with whip marks, some fresh, 
some fading. But neither of them complained.

“Will be easier to get you back across the border if you’re not naked,” Justin Roberts said 
with a smile. Stephanie didn’t care if she was standing naked on top the car, she was happy to 
be going back home.

It wasn’t until later that she realized she had thought of the Circle X ranch as home.

Crossing the border proved to be no problem. The men took off the shirt of their combat 
fatigues and wore only tee shirts. , The camouflaged pants drew a second glance from the 
border guard but he said nothing. The girls were smiled at and not even asked for ID.

Once on American highways, everyone let out a sigh of relief. They stopped for lunch at a 
restaurant just off the highway, and Stephanie found herself eating and drinking with both 
wrists a couple inches apart. Habits are hard to break. And all this freedom was hard to take. 
She constantly felt like she should keep her arms behind her back, or take very short steps as 
if the leg irons were still adorning her ankles.

Eventually they approached the Circle X ranch. Justin Roberts looked concerned for the 
last fifty miles and Stephanie wondered why. Finally he turned to the girls, especially 
Stephanie, and said,

‘Time to talk. There will be Federal agents at the ranch. They want to make sure that all the
drug deliveries are done. Nobody had a timetable anywhere and they think that there might 
be some more activity.” He paused. “I would surely like to simply bring you back and things 
would be…

Well, like they were.”

“You mean with me being a slave girl?” asked Stephanie without anger in her voice. “Keep 
constantly naked and tied or chained up? And whipped?”

“Well, maybe not whipped,” he said. “You’ve had enough for a while. But, yes, I wish I could
go back to the way things were. But I can’t very easily have a naked slave girl walking around, 
clanking her chains at Federal agents, can I?”

“Might raise a few eyebrows,” said Stephanie dryly.

“So I… I…. I think the best thing is if we let you go.”

Stephanie blinked her eyes with disbelief. “You mean… ; You mean I can just go home? Just
like that? You won’t try and stop me?”

“No, I won’t stop you. After what you’ve been though and ill… And I couldn’t have you 
around for a week or so anyway…”

“I could just be a guest of the family,” suggested Stephanie, surprised herself as the words 
came out. “Without the chains.” Justin Roberts seemed at a loss for words. “Oh, Daddy, let her 
stay. We can always make her a slave again after those agents leave.” Jill’s eyes showed a tiny 
bit of the old spark she always got when talking about punishing Stephanie.

“You mean you don’t want to go home?” ask Justin. He was gazing very intently at 
Stephanie.

“I… Well, I don’t know. After what Ellis pulled at that … Well, I guess it’s all over between 
him and me. He thinks I’m a pervert and sick. And… Well, I just don’t know.”

And Stephanie’s mind was in a turmoil. Somehow returning to her prior status as a slave of
the Circle X didn’t seem too bad. And she had no desire to return to a small town where she 
was sure to run into Ellis. And heaven only knows what he told everyone in town. There was 
really little for her back there. The job she laboured at and hated was surely gone to someone 
else after she disappeared. And she had no family.

There was silence as everyone tried to think. Finally Justin Roberts suggested, “You may 
not want to stay at the ranch. The Federal agents will want to have a long talk with about your
being kidnapped. They will probably want to have you testify at the trial. And they will ask 
how you came to be out guest…”

He didn’t have to finish the sentence. Stephanie was glad to be back from that terrible 
place in the desert, but she didn’t want to go through a lot of interrogation by law officials. It 
sounded like they had enough evidence to put away those criminals for a long time. And if 
they needed testimony about the kidnapping, there was always Jill.

“I understand. You could simply tell them that you found only Jill at that house.” Justin 
Roberts nodded. “So I guess I have to go free, don’t I?”

“You really don’t want to, do you?” asked Justin. “No. Not to go back to the town where I 
lived.

And I don’t feel like going to some strange city. At least I know you people…”

As Stephanie’s voice faded from lack of words, Jill suddenly brightened up. “Daddy, why 
couldn’t Stephanie stay with Trafford? Then she would be right next door. When the agents 
left, she could come home. Huh, Daddy?”

Justin Roberts turned to Trafford, who was driving and the only other person in the car. 
“Well, Trafford, would you like to have a guest for a few days?”

“I guess I could,” he replied slowly. “As a favour to you. And to Stephanie. But you sure, 
gal, that you really want to hang around here? You had some rough times here-abouts, you 
remember.”

“Thank you for your concern, Trafford, dear. But I think I could like to stick around for a 
tittle while. At least to give myself some time to think things out.”

“Okay, Miss Stephanie. I ain’t got the fancy place Justin here has, but I got an extra 
bedroom you could use.”

Stephanie settled back into the seat and wondered about all this. Could she really be 
turning down complete freedom? She couldn’t deny that she had no desire to go back to her 
former life, at least not any more, although that was once her only desire as a slave girl. But 
she had been terribly mistreated as a slave girl at the Circle X. She had been whipped by both 
Justin and Jill, sometimes so painfully that she screamed. And she had been a constant 
prisoner, denied even clothes…

Stephanie kept her mouth shut and decided to play it by ear.

The group broke up when it got to the Circle X. Trafford drove the land rover with 
Stephanie away before the two Federal agents had a chance to even see that there was a 
second girl in it. The rest of the team got in their cars and left before anyone could ask 
questions about where they had been and what they had been doing.

The drive to Trafford’s ranch wasn’t too long. Most of the trip was spent getting off Circle 
X

property. And the place that Trafford had described as a “little cabin” was really a rather 
nice home, not a rustic log cabin. He showed Stephanie in with every polite maimer, showed 
her to the spare bedroom, then excused himself to go and take care of bis two horses. 
Stephanie sat on the bed and marvelled at the speed with which events were happening. In 
less than twenty-four hours she had been rescued, brought back home, turned down 
freedom, and was suddenly the guest of a man who had seen her naked and chained up many
times and admitted he would like to have her body. She sighed. It seemed that all men and 
women she came into contact with wanted her body. For one purpose or another. Justin 
Roberts wanted to whip it, show it off, and sometimes make love to it. Jill wanted to whip it a 
lot, torture it with extra tight bondage and other punishments, and occasionally order it to 
make love to her. And Trafford… He was the most normal of the bunch, he only wanted to 
make love to her.

After dinner, which Trafford would not let her help with, and which was rather good for a 
man’s cooking, Stephanie took a bath, did her hair as best she could and tried to make herself
look pretty.

As she stood before the mirror, she lightly fingered the weals crisscrossing her breasts. 
Some of the marks were fresh, placed there about twenty-four hours ago, some were faded 
tales of past tortures.

She hoped that Trafford would not be turned of by the marks on her body. He was a 
gentle and good man who showed no sign of wanting to mistreat her as everyone else did. 
But she knew with a woman’s instinct that he was excited by that rough treatment of her 
body, just as any man would be.

She entered his bedroom wearing nothing but as sweet as smile as she could. He was 
laying on the bed, reading when she came in and looked very surprised. When he started to 
speak, Stephanie put her finger to her lips to silence him, then climbed on the bed. Her intent 
was obvious and in a few seconds she had his pants unzipped and his manhood awakening 
for it’s instinctual purpose.

Their first coupling was quick, both seemingly driven by something more than desire. Their
orgasms came quickly and hard. For a while Stephanie lay on the bed, satisfied and not 
satisfied.

Then she slipped off the bed and crawled on her knees to the closet where she found what
she was looking for. The pair of boots had long laces and she unlaced them totally, returning 
to the bed with the thin cords in her hands.

“Please,” she begged, holding out the laces. “Tie my hands.”

She had expected Trafford to perhaps refuse. He hadn’t seemed to want to do this kind of 
thing to her. So she added, “Please, I want it I want it very badly.”

Perhaps it was the sincerity on her face, or perhaps Trafford, being a normal man with 
sexual desires long repressed by an absence of women in his life, simply wanted to have his 
sexual partner helpless and totally under his control. It is not that unusual a desire in men. But 
whatever the reason, he did take the laces. And when Stephanie turned her back and placed 
her wrists together, palm facing palm, he tied the thin cord around diem.

“Please make it tight,” pleaded Stephanie in a husky voice. “I want it tight. I want to feel so 
helpless. Tighter! Oh, please, tighter.”

Trafford, either a gentleman obeying a lady’s wish, or a dominant male beginning to 
understand such things, wrapped cinch loops and jerked them tight until the thin cord was 
cutting deeply into the soft flesh.

“Oh, that’s good. That’s right,” said Stephanie. “That feels right” She turned to lightly kiss 
Trafford on the lips. “Thank you. Now the other lace. The elbows. Please.”

Trafford swallowed hard and picked up the second lace. He had seen this girl and that 
other girl, Cheeky, tightly bound with elbows crushed together and knew what to do. The thin 
cord was looped around the elbows as he pulled them together with one arm. Then the laces 
were cinched and tightened down just as cruelly tight as her wrists had been. He did that 
without her having to beg for it.

Stephanie turned to the man she wished to please. “I don’t have anything I can give you,” 
she said, “to show you how much I am grateful for your help in rescuing me. Nothing but my 
body.

Please do with me as you wish.” She felt very submissive, more so than at any time in her 
young life. It was strange to actually feel the desire to give your body to a man to be punished
and ravished, but it felt right That’s all she cared for, that it felt like the right thing to do. She 
knelt down at his feet to bring her mouth near his re-awakening manhood. She kissed it and 
licked the head with a soft, moist tongue. But before she took the whole rod into her mouth, 
she looked up at Trafford and begged, “Please don’t untie me. Don’t ever untie me.”

As her soft mouth closed around his shaft, Trafford understood that she was very sincere in
her request And that he would honour it Even though she would be in pain when he lay her 
on the bed on her bound arms for the sex they both wanted, and even though each passing 
hour would make her arms and shoulders cry out in pain, he knew that he would not loosen a 
single knot until the morning light broke through the bedroom window. And that felt right to 
him.





11


Return to Slavery


Trafford didn’t turn into a card-carrying Master over night. But he did become much more 
receptive to Stephanie’s requests for her arms to be bound behind her back for much of the 
day, and for much of the night, too. He even accommodated her one afternoon when she 
asked that he take her naked out to a clearing in the hills behind his house and hogtie her on 
the ground. After asking him a couple times to pull the ropes tighter — he was learning and 
getting better — she politely asked him to leave her alone for the afternoon, promising that 
would come to his bedroom that evening for her hands to be tied behind her back and so she
might perform more of that long-lasting oral sex that he was becoming addicted to. He 
patted her bare bottom affectionately and told her that he would be back before dinner to 
untie her.

It was a relaxed sort of time for Stephanie, a time to reflect, even to experiment a bit. 
Trafford had duties he had to perform around the small ranch, so he had only part of each day
he could spend with his guest. Stephanie took to wandering around the house and ranch 
completely without clothes.

She told Trafford that it was because she simply felt more comfortable that way. And that 
she would run and hide if anyone came to his place so as to not embarrass him. Since Trafford
didn’t mind having a beautiful and very full-figured naked girl around, he gave no argument.

The first night Stephanie’s going to Trafford’s bedroom had been out of gratitude for her 
rescue from the Casa de Dolor. She told herself that she would have done the same for Justin 
Roberts or any of the men who risked their lives to save her and Jill. But that didn’t explain 
why she had demanded that he bind her arms cruelly tight behind her with boot laces. Yet she
was glad that she had done it. No only did it satisfy something inside her, it also “hooked” 
Trafford cm the idea of sex with a bound woman. Trafford was pretty straight-laced when it 
came to most things sexual, but he rapidly came to appreciate a beautiful, bound woman 
wiggling sensually under his body as he thrust away into her pussy. Her cries of ecstasy at the 
mixture of pleasure and pain that flooded over her were something to behold. And later when
she woke him up for a third session by using her talented mouth on his rod… Well, he was 
leaning quickly.

Stephanie considered asking Trafford to get her a pair of handcuffs so she could wear 
them around the house during the day when he was mostly out. But the way be bound ho* 
wrists behind her back, crossing them and wrapping each winding of the cord carefully and 
snugly, then cinching them all down tightly, was not only escape-proof but pleasing to the 
naked girl. She probably could have sought out a knife in the kitchen or some sharp rock or a 
saw in the tool shed, but she didn’t.

She was content to be bound when Trafford came home. He never did allow her to help 
with dinner, and she often sat on a kitchen chair, hands bound behind her, totally naked and 
riot thinking it unusual at all, watching him as he prepared the food. They laughed as she ate 
with her mouth only, often having to have Trafford wipe her chin. But neither of them 
suggested that perhaps her hands could be untied so she could use them for eating.

And her visits to his bedroom were pleasurable for both of them. It became a habit for him
to leave her hands tied behind her back when she went to her bedroom. Not long later she 
would come creeping to his bedroom and into the bed where he lay naked and waiting. 
Sometimes she didn’t say a word, but immediately began using her skilled lips and tongue on 
his organ. But occasionally she asked that he untie her hands from the crossed position and 
retie them with the elbows tightly together. He knew that position was causing her a great 
deal of discomfort during their lovemaking but never considered freeing her until the next 
morning. Sometimes he would awaken in the middle of the night to find Stephanie kneeling 
between his legs, her mouth working frantically on his penis as if she were driven by demons.

Trafford never tried to free Stephanie from the torment of tight bondage when she had 
asked for it But be did discover a way to have sex without having to lay her on her bound 
arms. He would lay on his back and position Stephanie so she straddled his hips. He would 
then guide her down upon his shaft until it was buried deep within her sheath. While he 
leaned back and enjoyed, Stephanie would pump her hips up and down on his shaft, often 
working herself up into a frenzy -of moans, panting and thumping her bottom against his 
thighs. When she climaxed, she would squeeze his hips tightly between her knees, lean 
forward until her head and breasts were on his chest, and then shudder all over as the ecstasy 
racked her body.

Trafford was enjoying himself. Then came the day when word from the Circle X said it was 
safe for Stephanie to return.

Jill rode up on a horse, jumped off and tethered the beast to a rail in front of the house. 
She then walked up to where Stephanie stood on the porch, naked and with her hands bound 
behind her, and kissed her former slave girl firmly on the lips. There was a passion in her that 
was undeniable.

Stephanie felt a strange stirring in her loins. She was breathing a little heavier when Jill 
broke off the kiss.

The teenager, with a twinkle in her eye and much more herself after her ordeal at Casa de 
Dolor, took a length of rope out of her pocket and held it up. “I could easily loop this around 
your neck and take you back,” she said casually.

Stephanie almost gasped aloud. She had been putting off having to make any kind of 
decision about returning to the Circle X but now it could be put off no longer. She bit her lip 
while visions and memories raced through her mind. There was the soft, warm body of Jill next
to hers as they lay together in bed. There was the crack of Justin Roberts’ quirt against her 
bare bottom, more pain than any girl should have to bear. There was the strange pride she felt
When Justin Roberts showed off her chained nudity to that association of ranchers. And there 
was the nagging voice that told her once made, this decision could not be revoked. The 
Roberts had kept her a prisoner. They had used and abused her body. They had punished her 
for no reason beyond the fact that they liked to do it. It would be an act of madness to return 
to such enslavement.

Stephanie lowered her head to make it easier for Jill to place the loop over it

“Look what I got, Daddy!” called Jill happily as she rode up to the big ranch house of the 
Circle X. Behind her, at the end of a rope leash, walked the naked form of Stephanie, arms 
bound behind her back, sweat streaking her body and dust plastered against her lovely 
curves. She was breathing hard. It had been a long walk from Trafford’s ranch and Jill had 
thought it amusing to make Stephanie jog along most of the way.

And there was nothing Stephanie could do about it. Once that rope loop had tightened 
about her neck, she was powerless to prevent her new captivity. Perhaps if she had not asked 
Trafford to bind her hands that morning… But what might have been was not.

Justin Roberts looked over his daughter’s captive with approval. “You worked up a sweat 
on her,”

he said casually, “now you have to cool her down.” It sounded more like he was talking 
about a horse rather than a naked, live girl.

“Yeah,” said Jill. She jumped down and tethered Stephanie’s rope to the railing. “Be right 
back after I put away Blackie.” Then she led her mount away.

Justin looked Stephanie up and down, then walked around behind her. “No whip marks,” 
he commented. “Trafford didn’t whip you?”

“You expected him to?” asked Stephanie, puzzled. “When I heard that he was tying you up 
every day…

Well, yes, it sort of sounded like something to expect.”

Trafford was a perfect gentleman. He never even hinted at whipping me.”

“But he tied you up?”

“Well… Yes, he did. But it was because I asked him to.”

Justin Roberts said nothing. For a long time they gazed at each other until Stephanie 
became nervous. Justin stepped forward and swatted Stephanie’s bare bottom with a 
work-roughened hand.

It wasn’t a gentle pat, either, her flesh burned and tingled.

“Welcome home, slave.” Then he went on about whatever errand had occupied him before
the homecoming of his slave girl.

Stephanie bit her lip and cursed herself for being a fool.

Jill returned a few minutes later, after having taken care of her horse. She untied 
Stephanie’s leash and led the naked girl around to the back of the barn. There she tied and 
knotted the end of the leash firmly to a railing. “Daddy said to cool you down,” said Jill 
mischievously as she picked up the hose.

The water was cold but Stephanie was glad to have the dirt and sweat washed off. She 
didn’t even mind when Jill ordered her to spread her legs wide and the blast of cold water 
impacted her sex. Jill left her tethered behind the barn to air dry.

As Stephanie stood there enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin, she considered 
trying the knots of her leash with her teeth. She might have been able to free them with a lot 
of work, but there where would she be? Her hands would still be tied behind her back with no 
way for her to release them. And if she tried to run the Roberts would soon enough run her 
down. They had horses, after all, and she didn’t want to be led back at the end of Justin 
Roberts’s rope and bearing his quirt marks across her bottom. So she stood there, happy that 
there was no pain for the moment.

Jill, totally recovered and back to her mischievous and sadistic self, returned for her slave 
girl an hour later. She was taken to the iron-barred cage that Justin Roberts had made for her. 
It was now attached to a massive oak tree by a ring on top and suspended about three feet 
off the ground. There was a little stepladder leading up to the open door. Without being told 
to, Stephanie mounted the ladder and, with Jill’s help, climbed into the cage. Jill closed and 
padlocked the door behind her.

The cage was really only a little bigger than the girl it held but Stephanie didn’t complain. 
It could have been worse. Her wrists were still crossed and bound with the rope Trafford had 
put there that morning but that wasn’t much discomfort for a girl. The floor of the cage was 
iron bars, too, and they woe a little uncomfortable to sit on, but that wasn’t too bad. She had 
to keep her legs folded up for there was definitely not enough room to stretch out, but that 
wasn’t too bad. So long as she wouldn’t have to spend the entire night in this cage her legs 
could take a while being bent.

Maybe it was a slave girl’s mind set that Stephanie had achieved, but she was content with 
the relatively mild treatment Jill was giving her. She knew the teenager too well to suppose 
this would last. That little vixen enjoyed far too much inflicting pain on helpless female flesh to
allow this idyll to continue. But in the meantime she sighed and enjoyed the breeze that 
gently stirred the leaves overhead.

That night, after dinner, Jill and Justin Roberts gave their slave girl a proper welcome back 
to the Circle X. Stephanie was taken out behind the barn to where two posts were set in the 
ground, about five feet apart. There were metal rings screwed into the inside of those posts, 
one about a foot off the ground, the other about seven feet high. There was a box between 
the posts and Stephanie was made to stand on it. Father and daughter held their slave girl 
while her hands were untied, catching each wrists in a loop of rope that was then passed 
through the upper rings and pulled. Stephanie’s arms went wide and above her. Then ropes 
were looped around each ankle and her legs pulled to the edge of the box. The ropes were 
passed through the lower rings before the box was taken out Stephanie found the suspension
to be quite a strain on her wide spread arms, worse than if her hands were : directly over her 
head. The teenager pulled the rope on her left ankle to spread that leg wide while the father 
did the same with the other leg. With the final knots they had the naked woman in a tight 
spread-eagle between the posts, her feet well above the ground.

It was not a comfortable position but Stephanie hoped that this discomfort would be all 
the punishment she would have to endure. Yet part of her mind knew better and was not 
surprised when a flash of fire burnt her bottom and set her to jerking in its tight bonds. 
Standing behind her, quirt in hand and satisfied smile on his face, was Justin Roberts. Twice 
more his leather lashed across her bottom, evoking cries of pain and the jerking forward of 
her hips as she tried to get away from the terrible bite of leather.

He then came around to the front of the suspended girl and took a stance that made 
Stephanie shiver inwardly. His strong arm brought the quirt squarely across her breasts and 
made her scream.

Stephanie might have been trying to keep all such embarrassing noises within but the 
terrible, fiery pain was too much. She screamed and gasped, disbelieving that such pain could 
possible exist. She had forgotten.

Justin carefully placed the quirt over a peg on the barn and returned with a strap of 
leather. Again taking a place in front of the whining girl, he brought the strap up squarely 
between her legs and enjoyed the frozen second of shock followed by a scream that filled the 
corral.

“Welcome back,” he said in a low voice. “And now Jill wants to welcome you back herself.”

Then he was gone.

“Welcome back,” said the bright-eyed teenager girl from behind Stephanie. There followed
a sharp pain across the back of her left thigh as Jill began to carefully and slowly work over 
her slave girl with a whippy length of cane.

Before the evening was over, Stephanie hung limp in her bonds, her back covered with red
marks from her shoulders to the hollow of her knees. And red marks crisscrossed her lovely 
breasts and the front of her thighs. The cane is a terrible weapon to use on bare female flesh. 
It places marks and hurts must wickedly. Stephanie was sobbing and moaning and praying 
that this torture would soon end. But it seemed endless.

Jill let Stephanie hang by pained wrists for two whole hours after the whipping was over.





12


A Storm and a Kidnapping


The summer afternoon was threatened by dark thunderheads building up over the mountains.
The breeze was from the south, dragging warm, moist tropical air with it, and making life none
too pleasant for all who lived in that part of Texas. And for the slave girl named Stephanie it 
was worse than for most For once she was glad for the tack of clothes, full nudity allowed for 
some evaporation of the sweat from her skin. But that sweat did very little evaporation for the 
air already held about as much moisture as it could. And Stephanie had been assigned a task 
that required strenuous labour under threat of pain that evening.

Hie task was easy. Jill had led the naked and chained girl out to a grassy area not far from 
the barn. There she found a pile of rocks, each about the size of a bowling ball awaiting her. 
There must have been two dozen of them, each worm smooth from thousands of years of 
rushing water in the nearby river. With her hands handcuffed in front, Stephanie could pick up
each of the rocks — just barely. Their weight had been chosen to tax a slave girl but not be 
impossible to lift. Jill then informed Stephanie that it was her desire to have those rocks 
moved to the side of the barn, a good quarter of a mile away. And, just to make the task more
interesting, this slave girl’s ankles would be joined by a set of leg irons that were a little 
shorter in the central link than the pair normally worn around the Circle X by Stephanie. These 
allowed her oply a short step before snubbing her ankle.

Carrying a single rock for that distance would be a major effort, especially considering that
each step would be only a handful of inches.

The penalty for failure to move all rocks before dinner would be a swat across the bottom 
with the riding crop for each rock not by the barn, followed by spending the entire night in 
her outdoor cage and in a tight hogtie to be placed on her helpless body by Jill herself. And 
we all know how tightly Jill likes to make her ropes.

Stephanie swallowed her protests about the impossibility of the task and bent over to pick 
up her first rock. It was difficult getting hands under it with the wrists joined only a few inches 
apart. Upon lifting the rock in her arms, Stephanie found the next torment, carefully planned 
by the mischievous Jill. She would have to carry the rock against her body because her arms 
weren’t strong enough to carry it any other way. And the rough rock pressing against her 
breasts added a nice touch of extra punishment, or so Jill informed. Stephanie muttered vile 
oaths under her breath as she began the first halting steps towards the barn. She also found 
that she had to turn sideways from time to time to see the path before her. The rock in her 
arms blocked her downward view.

Jill watched with amusement for a while but finally grew bored with the slave girl’s slow 
progress, eventually wandering off to seek some other diversion.

Stephanie knew there was no way she would be able to carry all those rocks. In three or 
four days, perhaps, but not in one day. And she knew that Jill knew it, too. It was just another 
excuse to punish the resident slave girl of the Circle X.

She considered simply dropping the rock and enjoying a nice, quiet day under the shade 
of some trees along the path. But that would mean a full two dozen strokes across a bottom 
still sore from the welcoming whipping given by father and daughter a couple days before. 
Certainly it was worth some effort to be able to reduce the number of strokes to be delivered 
by the surprisingly strong hand of her teenager owner. She shuffled on.

Having plenty of time on her hands, Stephanie considered her position. Apparently Justin 
Roberts was content to let her become again the property of his daughter. Stephanie 
wondered about that because Justin had taken her away from Jill before so he would have a 
plaything himself and a pretty slave to show off before the other cattle barons of those parts. 
But Stephanie quickly found out that the reason was simply because Daddy wanted Jill to be 
happy, and for that whip-wielding teenager happiness was owning a beautiful slave girl to 
play with. When she asked Jill were her former slave girl. Cheeky, was all she got was an 
evasive “gone”. Jill would only say that her father had gotten the sassy slave girl off the 
property just before the federal officials arrived. But where she was and what had happened to
her was apparently a forbidden subject Stephanie dropped her questions.

By mid-afternoon only two rocks were nesting against the side of the barn while a third 
was making it’s agonizingly slow progress along the dirty trail. Stephanie was sweating and 
her nipples were complaining about having to be nibbed by rock all day. They had become 
very sensitive from the abrasion and Stephanie sincerely hoped that Jill had no nipple torture 
planned for that night.

Biting metal clamps would really have caused the helpless nudity pain.

Finally even the submissive slave girl Stephanie had had enough. She dropped the third 
rock against the barn and shuffled quickly as she could down the path until the first turn. 
There she sought the coolness of a clump of trees. It was so good to sit down on the grass 
and rest against a tree trunk. She figured that it would be about two hours before Jill came 
looking for her to fetch her in for dinner and reckoning. She planned to be on the path, 
heading towards the rock pile when discovered by her owner, apparently still hard at work on 
the assigned task. And if Jill was aware of her little deception, well, it would just mean a few 
more strokes from that wicked riding crop Jill always carried with her. If a lifetime of whip 
marks, what was a few more?

The clouds had been gathering, dark with potential rain and rolling across the sky in angry
waves.

Darkness came long before sunset that day and Stephanie shivered a bit as it grew cool. 
With a crash of thunder the rain began, big drops hitting hard with a suddenly strong wind. 
Stephanie stood up. Her temporary shelter under the tree would soon be useless, she knew. 
The leaves over her head would become drenched and the water would soon be pouring 
down on her just as hard as it was away from the trees. And there was something nagging at 
her about not standing under trees during lightning storms. She rose to her feet and shuffled 
out to the path.

The rain was hard against her skin and surprisingly warm. It was good to have the dust and
sweat washed off her body and Stephanie tilted her head back to let nature cleanse her face. It
was surprisingly pleasant to be standing there, lightning flashing all around her in the sky, and
thunder rumbling the air. Unlike the other children, Stephanie had never been afraid of 
thunder and lightning. To her it was simply a wonderful and beautiful display of nature. She 
enjoyed it.

But eventually the enjoyment slackened and Stephanie wondered about going back to the
ranch house. The storm showed no signs of letting up and it was probably silly for a naked 
woman to be standing out in the open with her wrists and ankles joined by short chains. As it 
was, it would take her the better part of half an hour to make it back. She giggled at the 
freshly made mud squished between her toes with each tiny step.

Jill was waiting back at the house. In fact, it was her who opened the door to allow 
Stephanie to come in off the porch. “You look like a drowned kitten,” Jill said cheerfully.

“I feel like one,” replied Stephanie, being careful to stand on the small carpet by the door 
and not drip water on anything else. “It is a bit wet out there.”

“Probably rain all night. Big tropical storm, they say. I don’t suppose you got all your rocks 
moved?” Jill said slyly.

“No, Mistress. I didn’t” Stephanie had taken to calling Jill “Mistress” when she wanted to 
emphasize how submissive and obedient she was.

“How many did you get moved?”

“Only three, Mistress. They were heavy.”

“Oh, gosh! And I really did want those rocks by the barn. I am SOOOOOO disappointed! 
And do you remember what your punishment would be for failure?”

“A stroke with the riding crop for each rock not moved,” said Stephanie patiently. Jill did 
so enjoy these games.

“And?”

“Spending the night in the cage in a hogtie. Oh, kind Mistress, you wouldn’t make me get 
in the cage on a night like this, would you? Just listen to that thunder. It’s raining cats and 
dogs out there.”

“Well, you’re lucky it isn’t raining bulls and heifers,” Jill replied with country humor. “But a 
promise is a promise.”

“I won’t tell anyone if you break your promise,” Stephanie said hopefully. “It will be out 
little secret.”

“How can I keep the respect of my slave girl if I don’t keep my word?” asked Jill 
reasonably.

“Yes, Mistress,” said Stephanie demurely. “Riding crop first,” said Jill brightly, “then dinner. 
A good whipping helps the appetite. Don’t you agree.”

“Of course, Mistress.” Stephanie was in for a surprise. Her ankles were unlocked and she 
was lead through the house to one of the back doors. The smells of cooking dinner made her 
mouth water as she realized how hungry she was. The tortures may be bastards, but the chow 
on the Circle X was pretty good.

Standing before the door, Jill did something that-Stephanie would never have suspected. 
She stripped naked! Then she took Stephanie’s joined hands in one of hers and led her slave 
girl out the door to an area near the barn. In the other hand she carried three short lengths of 
rope and the riding crop. The rain was still pelting down and Jill’s hair was quickly as drenched
as Stephanie’s but the younger girl didn’t seem to mind. She led Stephanie over to one of the 
rail fences and made her bend over the top bar. Then she tied the middle link of the handcuffs
down to the bottom rail of the fence. Going back to the other side, she tied a piece of rope 
around each ankle and then spread them as wide as she could and tied them to the bottom 
rail. Stephanie was found herself bent over with her ass up in the air.

“I don’t suppose you’ve ever been whipped in the rain?” asked Jill from somewhere near 
the upturned and vulnerable bottom.

“No, but I’ve got a feeling that I’m going to learn what it’s like very soon,” answered 
Stephanie.

Jill’s reply was a hard swat across the bottom that landed with a wet smack. It hurt, 
perhaps a little more than a dry whipping would have but it was hard to tell. Stephanie 
granted and braced herself for the next stroke.

There were two dozen strokes. Each impacted against the female flesh with a loud SMACK!
And each hurt, leaving a bottom ravished by an intense burning. The riding crop, swung with 
all the strength of the youthful hand, hurt and the rain soothed. A little. By the end of the first 
dozen strokes, Stephanie was crying and moaning. Her bottom jerked with each impact but 
could stray only a few inches in any direction.

All in all, it was a good whipping. Jill was satisfied with this different and oddly exciting 
way of punishing her slave. She found herself wishing it rained tike this more often around the
Circle X.

But only a few times during the summer would this delightful means of punishment be 
available to her.

Jill untied Stephanie and led her back into the house. There, in her own bathroom, Jill had 
a hot shower, joined by her naked slave girl, hands suitably secured behind her with 
handcuffs. The hot water felt very good. After the first scotch as it hit the tender and sore skin 
of Stephanie’s punished bottom, that is. And Jill took delight in prolonged soaping and 
rubbing of that sore bottom.

Stephanie found it strangely exciting, too. Soon both girls were pressing their bodies 
together and kissing with real passion. Stephanie was made to knell in the pouring water so 
much like the storm outside, and perform oral service on her teenager owner. She did it 
gladly, sincerely happy to be providing pleasure for (his girl. It would have been nice, thought 
Stephanie, if she could have reached her own pussy with fingers that longed to stroke herself 
into an orgasm of her own. But the handcuffs prevented it, and it would probably have been a
punishable offense had her mistress seen it.

Dinner was fine, as usual. Jill was happy, even Justin noticed how satisfied his daughter 
seem over the dinner table. But he said nothing.

After dinner, the slave girl of the Circle X was marched to the bedroom of her owner where
she again performed lesbian service, which she did very efficiently and competently. After Jill 
came down from her sexual high, she apologized to her slave girl, with heavy mock sincerity, 
that she could not provide her with any sexual satisfaction, the slave girl in question having 
failed her assigned task that afternoon, and all that. Then the handcuffs were removed in favor
of white cotton clothesline binding the wrists palm to palm and the elbows tightly together. 
Holding additional rope, Jill led her reluctant slave outside and to the hanging cage.

The rains continued but only occasional distant thunder rumbled across the West Texas 
plains.

Stephanie dutifully climbed into the cage, sticking her legs outside for Jill’s binding of the 
ankles.

Then she awkwardly rolled over with her legs bent and her chest pressing against the iron 
bars at the bottom of the cage. She could feel Jill tying the ropes between her wrists and 
ankles, grunted when they were jerked tight so her palms were pressed against her heels, and 
felt the final knots being tied to the ropes around her elbows, impossibly far from gasping 
lingers. It was a good hogtie, one that would hold her completely helpless in dry or wet 
weather.

Jill closed and locked the cage door and skipped happily back to the comfort and warmth 
of her bed. Stephanie sighed and rested her head against the hard iron. The rain pelted her 
cage and the naked girl within.

It was a long and very uncomfortable night.

“I got this idea from something Tanya did to me,” said Jill happily. “It was a very effective 
torture,” she added. “I should know. I spent almost a whole day riding that damned thing. 
Twice.

But this one is different.”

“This one” was indeed different. The one that Tanya had used to torture the teenager had 
been a metal pole stuck into a cement block in the ground, with a triangular wedge of metal 
on top. The edge had been blunted but still very sharp when it is remembered that the entire 
weight of the naked teenager pushing it directly between her legs. Jill’s version was simply a 
wooden fence with the top rail modified for her purpose.

“I had Bill sharpen the wood and sand it so it’s smooth,” she continued, lecturing her 
naked and bound captive. “It’s not quite as sharp of an edge as the one Tanya had… But I’ll 
make up for that by leaving you on it longer. Here, step up on this step ladder.”

Stephanie sighed and placed her bear foot on the wooden step. She could do nothing 
else. To resist would be not only useless but would earn her additional punishment. Best she 
simply cooperate and get the pain over with. She swung one leg up and over the rail. With 
Jill’s help and guidance, she was lowered a sitting position on the wooden rail.

“Jill, please… This hurts,” Stephanie said with worry in her voice.

“Wimp! You still have part of your weight on the foot on the ladder. And it’s suppose to 
hurt,” Jill reminded.

With a great sigh, Stephanie eased her weight totally onto the rail, lifting the left foot off 
the wooden step. Jill kicked the step ladder away and produced a length of rope from her 
pocket.

“Now this isn’t exactly the same as Tanya did to me,” she said as she gathered Stephanie’s 
feet together under the rail. She tied the ankles crossed. The rail was thick enough so that 
Stephanie’s legs were forced wide apart. The wooden edge was cutting into her private parts 
with considerable force. “You have, of course, noted that I had him take out the bottom two 
rails so that your feet cannot touch the ground. Wouldn’t want you to be able to take some of
your weight on your feet, would me?”

Of course not, muttered Stephanie to herself. “Now, there is the problem of making sure 
that you don’t fall off sideways,” Jill continued. “For that we have these two stakes in the 
ground.”

Stephanie looked and found that there were, indeed, two stakes in the ground, metal 
stakes with a circle on top, the kind used to tether dog chains outdoors. There was one on 
each side of the naked and rather helpless girl on the fence.

Jill proceeded to tie a rope around Stephanie’s leg, just below the knee but above the calf. 
That rope was run out to the stake on that side and tied. Then another was added to the other
side, effectively securing Stephanie’s knees to either

side. “See? You can’t fall of sideways because when you tilt far enough to one side, these 
ropes hold your knees from coining up. Of course, you can try. But I suspect it will only mash 
your pussy against that sharp edge even more. My advice is to simply stay as still as you can 
and endure. That’s what I had to do when Tanya did this to me.”

“Jill, this hurts terribly! Please don’t do it to me. Don’t you remember how much you 
suffered?”

“Of course I do! Why do you think I had Bill make this up for me? Or for you, I should say. 
It’s a delightful punishment. It hurts constantly until your whole hips and pussy are one big 
ache. And you would swear that your sex will never be useful for anything again. I thought 
mine was crushed the first time I was on this thing. I believe Tanya called it the ‘horse.’”

Stephanie shut her eyes and wondered how long she would have to endure. After a 
minute of silence she opened them to find that Jill had gone. With another sigh she set about 
testing the ropes holding her prisoner in this terrible position. Now she understood why Jill 
had bound her aims the way she did. Instead of the hands being crossed behind and bound, 
or palm to palm with the elbows bound, they had been crossed high up on her back, tied, and
secured there by ropes around ha neck.

The ropes around the neck wouldn’t tighten down, but if she tried to pull her hands down,
the rope in front would press hard against her neck. Her crossed and bound feet were 
suspended in mid-air between the ground and the rail she rode. And a little experimentation 
showed her that Jill was probably right; she would not be able to slide sideways off the rail. It 
hurt her pussy more to just lean sideways. She would have to concentrate on keeping upright 
if she wanted to minimize the pain in her pussy.

It was a lovely day, the air was clean after the rains and the sun warm. The heavy rains had 
given an earthy smell to the dirt, different from the dusty smell she was used to. A few tiny 
clouds skipped across an azure sky and a gentle breeze caressed Stephanie’s skin. Under 
different circumstances this could have been a pleasant morning to be outdoors.

Noon brought Jill with a large glass of water and a straw. Stephanie drank gratefully and 
again informed her teenage owner that this was a terrible pain and she would surely suffer 
permanent damage in her private parts. Jill tisk, tisked and shook her head sadly. Then she 
brought a small plastic object out of her pocket and held it before Stephanie’s face. Stephanie 
frowned, not knowing what the object was.

Jill turned the base of the cylinder and a hum emitted from it. Stephanie suddenly knew 
and wasn’t sure if she was about to be granted a boon or additional torture. Jill began by 
pressing the vibrator lightly against Stephanie’s taunt thigh and passing it up and down her 
leg. Stephanie bit her lip. That was a good feeling. The vibrations were not big but they tingled
the nerves.

Jill teased the rigid nipples of her captive with the vibrator and evoked a moan from the 
naked girl. Then, with a mischievous grin, she traced a line down one breast, along the flat 
tummy, and into the curls of Stephanie’s pubic patch. The vibrator had an extraordinary effect 
on the suffering girl. Nerves woke up and sent alarming and pleasurable messages to the 
brain. Stephanie bit her lip and moaned in a high pitch whine. Then suddenly the 
bullet-shaped head of the vibrator had pushed aside the curls and parted the lips protecting 
the ultra sensitive clit. It wasn’t pressed hard against that most erotic part but the vibration of 
that soft flesh was something incredibly sexual for Stephanie. She tilted her head back and 
moaned loudly. Jill giggled and began slowly moving the vibrator up and down, stroking an 
area that she knew would respond. And it did. With surprising quickness to both girls, 
Stephanie was panting and gasping and her body trembling with desire. Her eyes were closed,
her whole attention focused on the wonderful sensations within her loin.

It was a strange mixture of ache and pleasure. Of sharp pain where the wooded edge cut 
into her, and incredible excitement in her sex. Soon she could not tell the pain from the 
arousal. Pleasure and pain merged into one overwhelming feeling. With a cry she threw her 
body backwards in an arch and shook all over as a tremendous orgasm racked her body.

Jill back off, amazed that she had done such a thing. She looked at the vibrator in her 
hand in wonder. She placed it against her own thigh and felt its powerful message through 
her jeans. To her own amazement, she found the vibrator heading towards the V between her 
legs as if of its own accord. Her other hand cupped on breast through the blue denim shirt 
and squeezed hard. The vibrator was now pressing hard against the jeans directly over the 
same place that had so excited Stephanie a few seconds before. Jill moaned delightedly. “So, 
that’s why… Ohhhhhhh, that’s good!”

It would have been a strange scene to anyone not familiar with the inhabitants of the 
Circle X.

One girl, leaning her back against the fence, one hand pressing a vibrator hard against her
crotch, the other kneading her breast, and her eyes closed and head tilted back in ecstasy. A 
second girl, naked and astride a wooden rail, still trembling and moaning from an intense 
orgasm. Two lovely females lost in their own world of pleasure.

The vibrator, powered only by batteries, finally wore down. Jill shook herself as if waking 
up.

“God, that’s good,” she muttered as she pocketed the vibrator and dreamily wandered 
away.

Stephanie came back down to earth a little later, returning to a world of dull ache and 
pain. As good as the orgasm had been, the pain was now as bad. She made a mental note to 
ask Jill where the hell she had gotten that little plastic instrument of pleasure from. Then she 
went back to moaning and helplessness.

The sharp edged rail having been a big success, at least in Jill’s opinion, the teenager set 
about trying to create more and better punishments for the beautiful slave girl she so proudly 
owned. It mattered not that she only a couple weeks before had been the prisoner of a 
sadistic and demented woman who tortured her much as she was torturing Stephanie. And 
Stephanie stopped trying to reminder her of her own taste of torture. If anything, it only made
the pretty teenager more eager to suppress the fiendish Tanya.

One of her better inventions was the Sitting Shaft, or so she called it. The idea was simple: 
there was a shaft set into some concert in the ground. That shaft was about seven inches long,
measured from the ground level, and sticking straight up. It was also made of polished wood 
and in the shape of a rigid male organ. Sitting on it was also simple. Stephanie’s arms were 
bound behind her back so that the hands couldn’t be used to push down on the ground. That
usually meant that they were crossed and bound high up on her back, a position that Jill 
seemed to favour. Then the slave girl was made to squat down over the shaft until the head 
had parted her lips and was inside her love tunnel.

Then she was lowered to the ground with Jill’s help and the shaft sank deep within her 
sheath. Jill usually teased Stephanie’s nipples a bit with her tongue. Sucking on them 
produced a rigid nipple but also had the effect of making her vagina juicy. Once the slave girl 
was sitting the shaft, her legs were either tied together or tied wide spread to two stakes Jill 
had thoughtfully provided. Either way, Stephanie was then a prisoner of the shaft. Without 
hands, there was no way she could lift herself off the shaft. Even those times when she was left
alone with legs simply tied together, she found that she could bend her legs and get her feet 
flat on the ground only a few inches from her bottom, but then could not find the leverage to 
lift herself oft the shaft. Trying to stand without hands was simply too awkward and painful. 
Had she been able to get her feet on the ground and spread apart, then perhaps she could 
have done something, even without hands. But Jill had planned carefully and Stephanie, once 
shafted, stayed shafted.

Stephanie had to admit, at least to herself, that sitting on the shaft wasn’t too bad. And it 
did tend to keep her sexually aroused. There was, after all, that rather large phallic shaped 
shaft filling her vagina very snugly. And, unlike a male penis, this one would never loose 
interest and turn flabby. It didn’t take Stephanie long to discover that those time when her 
legs were simply tied together in front of her, she could bend her feet back and produce a 
little lift, which had the effect of lift her bottom just a slight bit off the ground. Her flesh never 
really lifted from the ground, but enough motion was produced to make it seem like the shaft 
was sliding in and out. Just a little bit, but to a bored and horny female it was enough. 
Stephanie also found that by struggling against the ropes that held her arms, she could work 
up to an orgasm faster. She didn’t understand that but was convinced it was real. Somehow 
the struggling made her feel more helpless and that, in turn, made her more sexually excited. 
Perhaps it was merely her submissive nature.

And she had no doubt that she had a very strong submissive nature. Why else would she 
have asked Trafford to bind her while she was visiting him? Why else would she have meekly 
bowed her head for Jill to place a rope of slavery over her neck? For the first few months at 
the Circle X, she had fought against her captivity. The pain was very real and she had wanted 
freedom very badly.

She would have said that freedom was the only thing she really wanted. But with all that 
had happened to her. including the realization that Jill loved her very much, Stephanie had 
come to realize that something inside her found some kind of satisfaction from this harsh 
treatment. After a while she stopped trying to figure out why she felt the way she did, she 
simply accepted it. Being tied up felt good. It was as simple as that. Being owned by a loving 
mistress and her equally loving father was also good. The whippings… Well, perhaps they 
weren’t as good as all the other stuff, but at least no permanent harm was done to her.

Occasionally it bothered her to wonder what had happened to the rebellious Cheeky. But 
she sensed that Jill didn’t want to talk about it.

And there was the sexual satisfaction. Of course, being a slave girl, the sexual satisfaction 
of her owners came first. Often Stephanie’s satisfaction never came. But that was all right And 
there were times when Jill delighted in making her helpless little doll come to an intense 
orgasm, whether from her talented beyond their years tongue and lips, or from that wonderful
plastic vibrator that both the girls came to love.

And there was Justin. Justin Roberts was a powerful man in more ways than one. He ran 
his ranch with a firm hand, handled his business affairs like the captain of a ship, and keep his 
slave girl in line, too. Mostly it was a matter of providing her with the male companionship she
desired.

“Spare the rod and spoil the slave girl,” he joked, not referring to the rod applied to a girl’s
bottom for punishment, although he certainly didn’t spare her that kind, either. And his visits 
to her cell or those times when Jill was not interested in playing with her and be took her to 
his bed, were mostly certainly welcome. A woman, be she slave or not can get addicted to a 
large, firm male shaft giving her pleasure.

Days faded into weeks and then into months. Life on the Circle X continued in a pleasant, 
if sometimes painful, manner for the slave girl named Stephanie. Jill couldn’t play with her 
everyday and even her daddy didn’t use his slave girl every day. Sometimes the worst enemy 
was boredom.

Long, lonely hours spent in stocks, a cage or just chained up can be hard cm a girl. But it 
made even those times when Jill applied her riding crop to Stephanie’s bottom have a positive
side. At least she wasn’t being ignored. But things change and seasons pass. Jill had to return 
to high school in the fall. Since she had to be gone a good part of each weekday, she took to 
securing Stephanie for the day each morning before she left for school. Then she would come 
back and either free or play with the still helpless Stephanie that afternoon. It was an 
arrangement that worked out well for Jill, if somewhat boring for her slave. Sometimes in the 
afternoon, Jill would bring her school books out to where ever Stephanie was secured and 
they would both go over them. Being a few years older and having completed high school, 
Stephanie actually turned out to be a big help to Jill, especially in math. Most anything 
beyond two slashes across the bottom plus two slashes across the breast equals four whip 
marks was almost beyond her.

The one day things really changed. It was a late summer day, still warm but not as hot as 
the summer had been. And the humidity was lower as the weather pattern began to shift for 
the coming winter. Stephanie had been secured for the day by Jill and was settling down to a 
long wait for mid-afternoon. She was naked, a condition she had been in for so long that she 
would have thought anything else very strange. She was also secured quite well and 
completely escape-proof. Jill wished to find her slave girl still there when she returned from 
school. She stood with her back against a wooden fence. Her arms were over the rails with the
top one pushing up into her armpits.

The arms had been tied with elbows tightly together before being put over the rail. Then 
the wrists were tied down to the bottom rail. It made for a helpless Stephanie. Even with her 
legs free, Stephanie could do nothing. She couldn’t move her arms from behind the rails and 
that was all there was to that. She could shift weight from one leg to the other, even kick them
out if she so desired.

But she wasn’t able to leave the fence for a second.

The fence was one of the outer corals and Stephanie faced a clump of trees with her back 
to the ranch house. She was just settling down to a boring morning of standing in one place 
when she saw a figure left the protection of the trees and come towards her. At first all she 
could tell was that the figure was feminine. But as it drew closer, she suddenly recognized just 
who it was and gasped aloud. A few seconds later Tanya was standing before her, hands on 
her hips and a sneer on her face.

Stephanie should have called out for help but she didn’t. She stood there in shock and 
stared at someone she had thought dead. There was a light coloured scar along one side of 
the formerly handsome face, not a scar from a knife but from a burn.

“That’s right, take a good look,” snarled Tanya. “This is what that Justin Roberts did to me. 
Isn’t very pretty, is it?”

Stephanie held her tongue. “If I’d stayed in front of the house, I would have been gunned 
down, just like Burt. You saw him, didn’t you?”

Stephanie nodded. She remembered the large body laying face down in a pool of his own 
blood.

She wanted to say that he had died while trying to kill her rescuers but nothing came to 
her lips.

“I had to run back into the house. Fortunately I knew a back way out, a hidden passage as 
it were.

I made it to the tunnel but not before I had to leap through a wall of flame. That’s where I 
got this.

When the fire started coming down the tunnel, I had to run out. Fortunately no one was 
there, they had all fled. Along with my two slaves.” There was a great deal of bitterness in her 
voice.

For a few seconds neither of them said a thing. Then Tanya saw a hint of fear in 
Stephanie’s eyes and knew she was about to call for help. Quickly she clamped a hand over 
the naked girl’s mouth, and equally as quickly brought out a rubber wad gag from her pocket 
Very little noise came out as the hand was replaced by the wad shoved hard into Stephanie’s 
mouth. The straps were quickly and tightly buckled and the danger of alarm was passed.

Tanya then removed a backpack and set it on the ground. From within she extracted a pair
of leg irons which she locked on Stephanie’s ankles. The chain joining the ankle cuffs was long
enough to allow walking but not running. Then she tied a rope around Stephanie’s neck and 
jerked the loop tight to show that she meant business. Reaching around behind the fence, she
untied the ropes bedding Stephanie’s wrists down to the bottom rail. She roughly pulled 
Stephanie’s arms over the top. Then she did something that surprised Stephanie. She leaned 
sideways and delivered a powerful kick to the bottom rail. It cracked. Again she kicked and the
board broke. Tanya took Stephanie’s leash in one hand and the backpack in the other. With a 
jerk, she set off towards the trees at a good pace, forcing Stephanie to shuffle rapidly and 
snub her ankles with each step.

“When darling little Jill returns home from school, she will rush right out to {day with her 
helpless slave girl,” Tanya said bitterly. “But she will find the slave girl gone. It will be obvious 
that the rebellious slave has lacked the bottom board with her unfettered feet until it broke, 
thereby making her escape. Jill will undoubtedly assume that she can easily overtake a naked 
girl who’s arms are bound behind her back in a manner that makes running difficult She will 
set off after her slave with visions of cruel punishments for a recaptured slave dancing in her 
mind. She will assume that she can catch you and return before anyone knows she’s gone. 
And,” Tanya sneered, “she will not want anyone to know that a naked girl escaped from one of
her bondage positions.”

After that there was only silence. Stephanie found herself having to concentrate cm 
breathing with bar mouth filled with rubber and trying not to stumble.

There was a van waiting at the end of two miles of forced march. Tanya opened the van 
side door and shoved Stephanie inside onto a carpeted floor. She unlocked the leg irons but 
immediately applied rope to replace the steel. With Stephanie laying on her stomach, it was 
easy for Tanya to bind her ankles then bend the legs up to tie them to the already bound 
wrists. In a few seconds the naked girl was in a fairly tight hogtie. Tanya slammed shut the 
door and was gone.

Stephanie immediately began struggling, pulling at her arms, jerking around, and straining
fingers to reach anything that she could untie. But there was no loose ropes, no knots within 
finger reach, and nothing coming loose even after long, hard struggles. Finally she lay there 
exhausted and admitted defeat. It was bitter and she felt much fear for what was to come.

After a long time the door opened again. Hopefully Stephanie looked up only to find 
Tanya standing there. Her tormentor sat down on the van floor next to Stephanie. “I went all 
the way bade to the fence,” she informed as if addressing an audience. I brushed away all 
traces of our passage with a branch. I took off my shoes and walked along behind the branch 
so as to leave a clear set of bear, female footprints that no one could fail to follow. Your 
precious Jill will have no trouble finding us.”

For a while she said nothing, but sat there looking off into the distance. Finally one hand 
went up and her fingers traced a gentle line along the scar on her face. “Justin Roberts did this
to me,” she said. “He did this and destroyed by business. He destroyed by house. He killed 
Burt. Did you see him?”

Stephanie could not answer but she remembered the large man laying face down on the 
dirt in a pool of his own blood. She longed to say that he had been killed while trying to kill 
her rescuers but could not

“He took my slaves.” She paused a minute before continuing. “I had to run back into the 
house.

They would have killed me if I stayed there. I knew a hidden way out of the house. I ran for
that tunnel. But I had to jump through places where the house was burning. I got this. I hid in 
the tunnel.

It was dark and my face hurt. Then the fire started coming down the tunnel and I had to 
run outside.

I found no one. Justin Roberts had gone, taking my slaves and leaving everything in ruins.”

For a few minutes she was silent again. “I will kill Justin Roberts,” she said simply. “But first I
will capture his daughter, his beloved daughter. And I will make her feel more pain than any 
other girl has ever felt. She will suffer constantly. She will feel agony. Just as I felt agony when 
the Mexican doctors tried to heal my face. Didn’t they do a nice job?”

Stephanie was sure that this woman was insane. “I will torture his daughter. And I will take 
photos

of her suffering and make sure that Justin Roberts sees them. Every day the mail will bring 
him fresh evidence of his daughter’s suffering. I will continue until he is driven crazy with 
frustration and his own suffering. Then I will set a trap for him. And I will kill him.”

For the first time since she began talking, Tanya turned to actually look at the woman she 
was talking to. “And I will make his slave girl suffer, too. You think I don’t know that you’re his 
slave girl, too? You think I don’t know that he uses you? That he sticks that disgusting thing of 
his inside you so he can grunt and pleasure himself all over you? I know that he likes his little 
whore. That’s what the thinks of you as, you know. A whore. All men think all women are 
whores. Use them then throw them away. Well, he will see his favourite slave girl tortured 
along with his daughter. He will see you suffer. Perhaps I’ll even video tape your lingering and 
painful death. Wouldn’t that be nice for him to view one evening after dinner?”

Totally insane, thought Stephanie. And that thought made her sick to her stomach.

“I’ve been watching. I know everybody’s schedule. I know what time Jill comes home from 
school. I know when Justin

Roberts takes his afternoon ride. I even know when the cook dumps the garbage. I’ve been
watching and learning.”

Tanya fell into one of her silence spells. Stephanie strained at the ropes again but they 
remained as tight and implacable as ever. For a while nothing more was said but Tanya 
continued to check her watch every few minutes. After one check she stood and went to the 
front of the van. There she took a belt and pistol holster from the glove box and strapped it 
on. She checked the pistol, a .357

revolver, and returned it to the holster. Then she left Stephanie strained against the ropes, 
finally resorting to railing around the floor. But ha struggles only chaffed her skin and left her 
still helpless.

The van door had been left open. Stephanie wondered about that until she realized that it 
was part of the trap. She was meant to be seen by the searching Jill, who would then rush up 
to save her slave girl from whoever was trying to kidnap her. And Tanya, who was probably 
hiding in the bushes, would have a second girl to capture. It was probably a good plan but 
Stephanie wished there was something she could do to mess it up. She considered rolling out 
of the van but laying on the ground or on the floor of the van was little difference. She 
couldn’t call out to warn Jill. All she could do was try to make enough noise and fuss when Jill 
came to warn her. Which wasn’t much.

Jill came just as Tanya had predicted. She was alone, just as Tanya had predicted. And she 
rushed up when she saw her naked slave girl laying on the floor of the van, just as Tanya had 
predicted.

Stephanie tried to scream. She shook her head violently back and forth. But it was too late.
By the time Jill slowed down and got a puzzled look on her face from Stephanie’s actions, 
Tanya was already standing behind her with that big gun pointed at her back.

“Turn around real slowly,” said Tanya. “Good, you rushed off just as I thought you would 
without going back to the house to get a weapon or anything. All you were going to do was 
fetch an errant slave girl who was probably biding in the trees.”

Tanya stood only a couple feet from the frightened teenager and glared into her face. 
Then she repeated her story, almost in the same words that she had spoken to Stephanie. But 
Jill was dunking fast Before Tanya could finish her description of what she was going to do to 
Jill, the target of her brutal description suddenly lashed out with a smooth, powerful kick. It 
connected with the hand that held the gun. The gun flew off to thud into the dust by the dirt 
road. Tanya looked shocked but quickly recovered and dove for the gun. Jill dove for it, too. 
Both got their hands on it at the same time.

It would have been a short light for Tanya was considerably larger and stronger than Jill. 
But apparently Jill had be provided with karate or judo or some kind of lessons, because her 
punches where straight and with force and her kicks aimed to (Usable. But she was forced to 
keep one hand on the gun and none of the blows did any damage. Tanya, for her part, was 
mostly trying to jerk the gun away. If she succeed, it would have meant a quick end to the 
fight. But as she was pulling up and back, Jill suddenly pushed the same direction. With a 
startled cry, Tanya’s hands flew up and the gun left them. In a high arc it soared into the 
bushes that Tanya had been hiding in.

In anger Tanya backhanded Jill across the face, a blow that sent the young girl reeling 
backwards.

Pure hatred and anger filled Tanya’s face. She would have undoubtedly tried to rip Jill’s 
throat out had the teenager been within reach. She took a step towards Jill only to see the 
teenager quickly leap to her feet and run down the path. Tanya took another step to follow 
but pulled up short It was obvious that the teenage girl could run faster. It would be a 
hopeless race. Tanya howled in anger.

Suddenly she turned to the van and the hogtied girl laying there. “You!” she screamed. 
“You’re not going anywhere!” Grinning, she advanced on Stephanie who was actually shaking 
with fear.

“Don’t worry, you’re not going to die. Not right now. I need you to get that Jill into my 
trap. I don’t know how but I’ll get her. She will want her slave girl back. I know. And that will 
be her undoing.

And her father’s.” She laughed in a very unpleasant manner.

Tanya rushed to the bushes to retrieve her gun. It took her a few minutes to find it. Then 
she slammed the van door shut and ran to the driver’s side. “By the time she gets back to the 
house for help, we’ll be miles from here. There’s no way Justin Roberts will ever be able to find
my hiding place. And we’ll begin sending him photos of a girl being tortured, won’t we?”

Stephanie didn’t answer the question. The van raced along the dirt road to a highway then
sped off into the distant mountains.





13


Tortured for a Camera


The trip took a couple hours and ended in those distant mountains at a small house in a 
canyon far from the main highway. A dirt road that led up to a house that looked long 
abandoned. It was made of cinder blocks and had that amateur look of an untrained hand 
about it. Probably it had been the failed attempt of some man to get away from the city and 
live in nature. Only there was no way to make a living in these desolate mountains and only a 
few hardy, or foolish, individuals lived there.

Stephanie cried when her legs unfolded from the hogtie. But Tanya didn’t give her any 
time to recover from hours of a tight hogtie. She was dragged to her feet and pushed into the
block house.

Inside there was only a main room and a small bedroom.

“It isn’t exactly my beautiful Casa de Dolor,” said Tanya bitterly. “But it is remote. We’re not 
likely to be disturbed by anyone. It’s fifty miles to the nearest humans. You can scream all you 
want, no one will hear. And you will be screaming…”

Stephanie whined and felt more alone and fearful than she had ever felt.

Tanya was pacing like a nervous cat. “I’ll get back at Justin Roberts. I will. He made sure 
that all my money was frozen in the bank accounts. The authorities took it all! I shouldn’t have
trusted American banks. But I’ll get back at him. I could have just shot him. Easy. But I want 
him to suffer for a long time. First I’ll mail photos of you being tortured to Jill. I’ll make her 
want to come to save you. Then I’ll get her. Then I’ll get Justin Roberts. Yes, it will all work out. 
That Jill and her fancy kicking will gain her nothing. She’ll be mine.”

Suddenly Tanya pushed Stephanie up against the wall and grabbed on breasts roughly.

Fingernails dug into the soft flesh as the hand twisted. Stephanie screamed into the gag.

“See? I can make you hurt any time I want. You’ll suffer.” With a jerk she let go of the 
injured breast and slapped Stephanie across the face hard enough to make her head ring. 
Then, just as suddenly as the violent outburst had come, Tanya was calm. “First things first. I 
need some photos of you to send to Jill. Something that will make her want to rush to save 
you. But what…?”

Stephanie slumped to the floor and sat there whimpering.

Suddenly Tanya’s face lit up. “Yes. The one thing that she hated the most. The one thing 
that she would hate to see happen to you.”

Grabbing the rope still hanging from Stephanie’s neck, Tanya jerked her to her feet and 
pulled her outside. Around, behind the house was a small shed containing a few rusted tools. 
Tanya tethered Stephanie’s leash to the door handle of the shed then went walking around, 
poking the ground with a shovel. A hundred yards from the house, at the very bottom of the 
canyon, she found a place where the dirt was replaced by the sand of a wash, an old, dried up 
creek. In the sandy bottom of the creek she began digging. It took a while and she was sweaty
and hot by the time she finished, but there was a rectangular hole before her.

Watching from the shed, Stephanie knew what was coming. She tugged at the rope 
around her neck, then turned her back and picked at the knots. But her arms had been tied 
behind her with the elbows tight together for many hours, including a long time in a hogtie, 
and her half-numb fingers could hardly obeyed her commands. Besides, the knots were tight 
Still, she would have succeeded in freeing herself from that shed door had she an additional 
ten minutes. Instead there was only the final knot to be undone by Tanya when she returned 
to her new slave.

‘Trying to escape?” she said sarcastically. “We’ll see about that”

With a jerk, she pulled Stephanie down to the stream bed where she pushed the naked girl
down into the sandy hole. She took a piece of rope from a pocket and bound the ankles 
together. The hole was only about three feet deep, but that was deep enough to cover a 
bound girl. Tanya positioned Stephanie so that she was leaning back with her just below the 
edge of the hole. Then Tanya began shovelling sand back into the hole, starting with 
Stephanie’s feet and working up her naked body. It was a lot of shovelling but soon she had 
all of her captive buried up to the neck. Panting and leaning on the shovel, Tanya grinned 
evilly down at the helpless woman she was about to bury totally.

“Shit!” she said suddenly. “I almost forgot.” And she rushed away.

Stephanie struggled but her arms were useless under her body and the weight of the sand
held her down. It was a terrible feeling to be so helpless, but even worse to have to look up to 
see the edge of the hole.

Tanya returned with a camera and a short length of clear plastic hose. She walked around 
the buried girl, taking several photos from different angles. Then she put the camera down 
and unstrapped the gag from Stephanie’s mouth. Stephanie moaned as her jaw, which had 
been aching terribly for a long time, cried out at moving again. But her relief was short-lived. 
Tanya shoved the end of the tube into her mouth and told her to bite down. “Keep it between 
your teeth,” she said.

“And keep your lips closed. You should be able to breath.”

Stephanie whined but could do nothing as the sand began raining down on her face. She 
closed her eyes and held the tube as tightly as she could in her teeth. When the lower half of 
her face was covered, there came a pause while Tanya snapped a couple more shots. Then the 
sand came again and soon nothing was visible of Stephanie. The mound in the sand did not 
move and the only sign that anything was down there was a half inch thick plastic tube 
sticking a couple inches above the sand. Tanya took a couple photos of the tube then left, 
chuckling to herself.

In her tomb, Stephanie wanted to scream. She could not move, not even her head. The 
weight of the sand was too much. It took all her self control, plus a great deal of experience in 
being helpless, to keep from panicking. She clung to the thought that Tanya didn’t want her 
dead… Not yet, anyway.

But how long would this entombment continue? It did not seem unlikely that this 
madwoman might well leave her encased in the sand all night. It would make sense in a 
twisted sort of way because it would mean that Tanya didn’t have to worry about Stephanie 
escaping. There was no way she could work her way free of the huge pile of sand over her. 
And there was still the tight ropes holding her arms and legs. In the darkness Stephanie 
waited and was afraid.

Amazingly, it was only a something like half an hour before the sand was being dug away. 
When Stephanie’s head was cleared, Tanya took the tube and tossed it aside, laughing at the 
expression on her captive’s face. “You really thought I was going to leave you for a long time, 
didn’t you? How long? Hours? Oh, you thought I was going to leave you all night! Hmmmm… 
That’s an idea. But maybe another time. Right now I want to get some video tape that is sure 
to drive Jill out of her mind. And that Justin Roberts, too!”

Tanya seemed happy as she worked to free her captive from the sandy grave. She talked 
about how she had set up her business, how she had found that perfect location for the 
House of Pain, and how she had found Burt to help her. Burt, it seems, was as Jill and 
Stephanie had speculated, a eunuch. But his unmanning had not been done at the hands of 
Tanya, although Stephanie didn’t doubt this woman was capable of it. Instead it was the result 
of his having been caught with the daughter of a tribal chieftain in a part of the world not 
noted for civilization. He had apparently been engaged in some rather rough sex and abuse of
a pretty native girl when he was discovered by her father and a hunting party. The natives 
then proceeded to make sure that this white intruder would never abuse any woman again. At
least not when it came to sexual activities. He simply lacked the equipment for the job. Tanya 
came across him in a bar in El Paso and gave him a job where he could let out his hatred at all 
women.

As she talked, Stephanie noted that she sometimes spoke of Burt as if he were still alive, 
other times in the past tense. Nutty as a fruitcake, thought Stephanie. But she said nothing.

When pulled from the final layer of sand, Stephanie was dirty and almost shaking with 
gratitude at being free from that horrible prison. Simply being tightly bound but out in the 
open air was a wonderful thing. Her feet were untied and she meekly followed Tanya back to 
the shed.

Inside there was something new added. There was a video camera set up on a tripod. It 
was pointed at one corner of the front room where a few tools were laying on the floor. Tanya 
pushed Stephanie back into the comer then down until she was sitting with bound arms 
tightly pressed into the comer and her legs bent, feet flat on the wooden flora1. Tanya then 
took some large nails and a hammer and pounded a couple of nails into the floor on each 
side of Stephanie’s feet. Then she nailed in a couple more back by her bottom. Then a couple 
more in front of the bare feet.

The nails in place to her liking, Tanya then took some rope and bound Stephanie’s ankles 
together. More rope from the ankles went to the nails by her bare bottom. After wrapping the
rope around the nail and back to the ankles, Tanya took the hammer and pounded the nails 
over. She also passed rope from the ankles to the nails on each side of the feet which were flat
on the floor. She then added rope to the two nails in front and pounded all of them over and 
down solidly to the wood.

“Rather primitive,” Tanya commented, “but effective. I don’t think you can move your feet 
much.” Stephanie agreed but said nothing. She was worried about why Tanya would want her 
feet solidly held down. “Now I start the video camera going. Please feel free to plead and beg 
Jill and Justin Roberts to save you. And go ahead and scream when I get started. It’s going to 
hurt, you know.”

Tanya rose to go to the camera. As she was about to turn it on, she grinned at Stephanie. 
“I’m going to send those photos of you buried alive in the sand first. Then, after they’ve had a 
couple days to wonder if you survived, I’m going to send them this video tape. Burying you in 
the sand was nothing new. Or very damaging. But this… Oh, it’s going to be beautiful!”

Stephanie moaned. The camera was clicked on. Tanya stood behind it for a minute, 
adjusting the focus and making sure that all of Stephanie was recorded. “Panning, panning,” 
she muttered to herself. Then she focused the lens in on Stephanie’s feet for a close up. 
Satisfied with the video portion of this torture, Tanya walked back around to where Stephanie 
quivered in fear.

“I’m going to take this hammer…” she paused to hold up the hammer for the camera to 
see. “And this chisel…” She laughed. “And I’m going to put the chisel right over this little toe 
here…”

Stephanie cried out in shock. “No! Don’t do that.” She tried to pull her feet back but her 
legs were already bend and she was crammed into the corner. And the ropes and nails held 
her feet in place.

The best she could do was wiggle her toes.

“I don’t know if the toe will come off with just one stroke,” continue Tanya in a 
maddeningly normal tone. “But I can always hit it again. And again. But I don’t think it will take
more than one good strike to knock off a little toe. They’re not very big. Now the big toe, 
that’s different. I’ll probably have a lot of trouble getting that off. But we don’t have to worry 
about that today.” Tanya was explaining both for Stephanie and the camera and her future 
audience. “Today I’m going to take off this little toe. Tomorrow I’ll take off the next one. And 
then the next one. Each day a new toe. I figure that this can go on for about ten days. And 
there’s nothing you can do about it!” Tanya actually cackled with glee.

The placed the chisel directly over the last toe on the right foot, careful not to interfere 
with the camera getting a good, close up view. The hammer was in her other hand and slowly 
raising up.

“This little piggy went to market,” she crooned in a sing-song voice. “This little piggy 
stayed home.” Stephanie was whimpering. “This little piggy ate roast beef, this little piggy had 
none. And this little piggy was cut off…” The hammer was posed to plunge down.

Suddenly there was a bang. Tanya frowned and started to turn around. Several things 
happened almost instantaneously, most of which Stephanie could see through fear-widened 
eyes. The bang had been the door slamming against the wall. Standing just inside the door 
was Jill. Her arm was coming down in an arch towards Tanya. Stephanie saw it all as if in slow 
motion, the arm descending, the release of the large rock from it, and the flight of the 
projectile. For an eternity it seemed as if the rock would miss its mark but Tanya began to 
move. Her lunge was towards the gun laying on the table. But the move shifted her head 
several inches and, unfortunately for the sadist, into the path of the on-rushing rock. It 
impacted with the side of her skull with a satisfying thud.

Tanya went down. She did not get up.

Jill inspected the prone form while Stephanie wept with tears of joy and relief. “Oh, Jill, she 
was going to cut off my toes! My toes? Oh, Jill…”

Satisfied that their antagonist wasn’t going to be back in action for quite a while, Jill 
turned her attention to the naked and bound girl before her. She took a pocket knife from her
jeans and cut the ropes holding Stephanie’s feet to the floor. Then she cut the ropes around 
her ankles and helped her to her unsteady feet. The ropes around her arms she slowly untied 
and peeled from the flesh.

Stephanie could not move her arms when the final rope was off, but she didn’t care. She 
knew from past experience that they would return to full function, but only after a painful 
bout of “pins and needles” from the returning circulation.

“You’re dirty,” said Jill. “She buried me in the sand. Totally. Like she did with you. There are 
Polaroid photos over there on the table.”

“I know. I was watching.”

“You were watching??? What…? Where…?”

“Stephanie, you look silly with your mouth hanging open. I’ll explain as I tie up this bitch.” 
Using the ropes freshly taken from Stephanie’s arms, Jill bound Tanya’s wrists behind her back.
“I started to run back to the ranch,” she explained as she worked. “And I realized that Tanya 
wasn’t following me. But then I stopped and did some thinking. It would be fifteen minutes at 
least before I got to the ranch. Then another five minutes to drive back with Daddy. In twenty 
minutes that bitch would be gone. And you with her.”

Jill shifted to binding the ankles of the prone body. “I knew that I had to do something 
else. So I went back to the van. Tanya was searching the bushes for her gun so I climbed up on
the top of the van. It had one of those luggage racks on top with a small ladder going up the 
back door. You know what I mean.”

Stephanie hadn’t noticed but she had hardly been in a position to see much.

“I hung on while she drove away. It was that simple.”

“You hung on while she drove down the highway?”

“Wasn’t too hard. I kept expecting to have a highway patrol stop us but none did. A couple
truck drivers gave me a funny look, though. The worst part came when she stopped here. I 
was sure she would see me hanging on to those rails. I didn’t dare move. But she was so 
intend on getting you inside that she just never looked up.”

They were interrupted by a moan for Tanya. But there were no signs of her coming back to
consciousness. Jill continued, “I spent the rest of the time trying to stay out of sight. We are a 
number of miles from the highway. I thought about walking out to get help now that I knew 
where she was hiding you, but that would take a long time. I wanted to do something now.” 
She finished the binding. “I was looking for the chance to do something when I realized that 
she was about to remove one of your ‘little piggies’.” Jill giggled.

“I don’t find that humorous,” insisted Stephanie. “You wouldn’t be laughing if it was your 
toe she was about to hammer off!”

“Maybe but I had to do something. So I burst in the door in best hard-boiled detective 
style and beaned her with a rock.”

“Jill, you’re lucky you hit her. If she hadn’t moved towards the table you rock would have 
maybe brushed her nose but that’s all.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. But it did work, didn’t it?”

Stephanie explained, as she massaged arms screaming from returning circulation, about 
Tanya’s plans to use Jill and her to lure Justin Roberts into a trap. “She wanted to kill him. She 
blamed him for all the trouble.”

Jill was silent Then she bit her lower lip and sat back on the floor where she began to 
tremble and cry. Stephanie sat beside her and held her in tender arms. Jill was, after all, only a 
teenager. She had just performed like a seasoned combat veteran when it was needed, and 
was entitled to showing that she was still part little girl.

Eventually the tears dried. It felt good for both girls to hold each other. But this was not 
the place for displays of affections, only some comfort and then more work to do.

“What are we going to do now?” asked Stephanie. Even though she was the older girl, she 
was so used to being helpless and totally under the control of this teenager that she did not 
question the her authority.

“I guess we could leave her tied up in this place while we go for the police,” she replied.

“And what are you going to tell them? That I was happily spending the morning tied 
naked to a fence when this bad woman came along and kidnapped me?”

Jill bit her lip. “Doesn’t sound good, does it?”

“No. it doesn’t.”

“Well, maybe we should just leave her here and tell Daddy. He’ 11 know what to do.”

“Just make sure that she can’t get away. We wouldn’t want her to come around giving us 
trouble again.”

“Right you are,” said Jill. “I’ll just change this to a hogtie. Much harder for a woman to go 
anywhere when she’s hogtied. Don’t you agree?”

“You know I’ve never been hogtied! How would I know?” They both giggled over that little 
bit of sarcasm.

But Jill did add some rope from the wrists to the ankles and jerked it into as tight a hogtie 
as she could. Tanya still showed no signs of awaken but her breathing was steady and they 
knew she would live.

“I wonder what your father will do to her…” mused Stephanie. “He can be pretty mean 
when he wants to be.”

“Daddy killed a man to rescue us. Remember? It don’t pay to mess with us Roberts. Well. I 
guess we had better get going. It will be dark soon and we’ve along ride. Daddy will be 
worried.”

They were about to leave the small house when Stephanie pulled up short. “What about 
me? I can’t be naked all the way back. Someone will see.”

“You were naked all the way up here,” pointed out Jill reasonably.

“But that was different. I was all tied up.”

“Well, fetch a blanket from the bedroom and you can use that to cover yourself. Unless 
you’d rather untie then undress Tanya here…?’

Stephanie didn’t like the idea of having to wear clothes still warm from that madwoman’s 
body.

She fetched a blanket from a small dresser in the bedroom. Out side Jill was standing by 
the van door, twirling a pair of handcuffs around one finger.

“Jill! You don’t mean to handcuff me for the trip back, do your

“Of course. You’re still my slave girl and I have to keep you property restrained.”

“But I promise I’ll give you no trouble. Really!”

“If you are handcuffed, I’ll be sure of it.” Stephanie sighed and tossed the blanket on the 
seat She held out her hands but Jill made a circular motion with her finger and Stephanie 
turned around to present her hands behind her. The clicking of the steel bracelets was 
somehow reassuring.

Everything was returning to normal.

Stephanie got back in and was grateful when Jill arranged the blanket around her 
shoulders and covering her body. The seatbelt helped to hold the blanket in place.

But after getting into the driver’s seat Jill didn’t start the engine. Instead she sat there with 
an intent look on her youthful face. After a couple minutes she left the van without a word. 
Ten minutes after that she was back.

She started the engine and used her master control to rail up all the windows. Then she 
turned on the stereo player. The music was Wagner, powerful and bold as always. ‘Tanya 
would like Wagner,”

commented Jill dryly.

“Jill… What did you just do?” asked Stephanie hesitantly.

“I figured out what Daddy would do. Then I did it.”

“You didn’t kill Tanya, did you?” There was surprise and fear in Stephanie’s voice.

“Of course I didn’t kill her, silly. That would be too fast.” She put the van in gear and slowly
headed down the dirt road. “Burying her in the ground and forgetting about her would be 
nice but that would take a long time to do.”

“A long time,” agreed Stephanie. “And there’s always the possibility that she could find a 
knife or somehow work herself free of those ropes before Daddy could get back.”

“Reasonable thinking,” commented Stephanie, wondering where this was all leading.

“So I asked myself what would Daddy do if he were here right now. He would eliminate the
problem. Just like he would eliminate a coyote that was stealing chickens.”

“But you said you didn’t kill her…”

“That’s right. I simply untied her ankles from her hands. Then I tied the rope from her 
ankles to the back bumper of this van.”

“Oh, Jill!”

“I figure this road is at least ten miles long before you get to the highway. Ten miles of 
bumpy, rocky, dirt road.” Jill spoke the last words slowly as if savouring their meaning.

The meaning wasn’t lost on Stephanie, either. She gulped and looked at her friend. “I 
guess that will eliminate the problem,” she said quietly.

‘To make sure, I cut off her clothes.” Jill reached down and turned up the volume on the 
stereo. At the lower volume they could faintly hear the scream from behind them.

When the highway was in sight, Jill stopped the van and went back to untie the rope. 
When she returned she was pale but said nothing.

Stephanie wished she could say something but didn’t know what to say. Jill’s decision was 
the proper one. It would be too dangerous to hope the legal authorities would eliminate the 
problem of a madwoman who wanted to kill all three of them. And she knew Jill was right, it 
was the same decision Justin Roberts would have made had he been there. She had new 
respect for the backbone in these Roberts, even the young ones.

That night, after explaining the whole situation to Justin Roberts, Jill and Stephanie spent 
the night in each other arms in bed. But they didn’t make love. Tomorrow would be soon 
enough for that. It was good enough to just hold each other and know that they loved each 
other.

The Roberts Make Their Mark

The ropes were tight as they held Stephanie’s arms behind her back. After five or six days 
of being chained only, the extra tight restrictions were uncomfortable. Jill was wrapping more 
rope around the ankles as Stephanie sat on a rough wood bench in the blacksmith’s shed. The
teenager cinched down the ankle bondage with savage jerks. Stephanie squealed but did not 
protest. Both she and Jill were happy. Things had returned to normal at the Circle X and they 
were both grateful for that.

But this bright Saturday morning would be special. It would mark a turning point in the 
relationship between the Roberts and their slave girl. Jill was bright-eyed in anticipation and 
some of that joy spread over to Stephanie as Jill wrapped and then cinched down tight ropes 
around her knees.

“It that tight enough?” asked Jill innocently. “Perhaps you had better tighten them down 
some more,” returned Stephanie with mock seriousness. “Gosh, I don’t think I can. See, no 
matter how hard I jerk, the ropes won’t go tighter.”

“Ouch! Yes, I guess you’re right. That is tight enough.”

“Wouldn’t want out little slave girl moving around at the wrong moment, would me?”

“Of course not,” replied Stephanie. Then both girls broke into giggles.

Just then Justin Roberts strode into the shed and smiled at Stephanie. The totally naked 
and now tightly bound up slave girl smiled back and left a tingle in her loins. The night before 
Justin Roberts had visited his daughter’s bedroom and a most unusual threesome occurred. 
While Stephanie lay on tightly bound arms on her back on the bed, he rammed away with his 
massive rod buried deep into her sheath. At the same time Jill squatted over Stephanie’s face 
while the obedient slave serviced her with tongue and lips. All three of them reached most 
satisfying orgasms at nearly the same second.

It was quality time.

But this morning something different was planned. Perhaps the threesome would be 
repeated that night, but the morning was given over to a different kind of ceremony.

“Bend her over that rail,” ordered Justin, pointing to a wooden rail normally used to tether 
horses.

Then he helped Jill pick up the bound woman and place her against the rail. She was bent 
over the rail and a piece of rope used around the back of her neck and the back of her knees 
to bind her in a doubled over position. As the ropes were going on, Stephanie joked with her 
captors and owners about how much this position made her bottom stick straight up in the 
air. There was simply no way that she was going to be able to straighten up.

Then, for a moment, she turned serious. “Justin, please tell me what happened to Cheeky? 
I really want to know.”

Justin Roberts cleared his throat before speaking. “Cheeky was sold.”

When Justin seemed disinclined to elaborate, Jill added, “Daddy needed the money. He 
got a good price from an

Arabian man be knows. The money turned financial things around. What Daddy is 
embarrassed about is that the man he sold Cheeky to is famous for how rough he treats his 
slave girls. They always carry whips marks all over their bodies.”

“Speaking of marks, shall we proceed,” suggested Justin.

“Of course, Daddy.” Jill stroked the smooth and taunt skin of the beautiful bottom 
presented to diem. “About here?”

Justin Roberts grunted as he removed the branding iron from the red-hot coals. “With this 
mark you will become the permanent property of Justin and Jill Roberts,” he intoned as if at 
some serious ceremony. And perhaps it was, at least for these three people. “You will never be 
sold, given away, or…” he paused for dramatic effect, “set free. You will be a slave girl for the 
rest of your life.”

“I willingly submit myself for your brand, Master. And Mistress.” Stephanie’s voice held not 
a trace of sarcasm. She was willing giving herself to the two people she loved most in the 
world.

“Then by the power vested in my by the State of Texas and the County of… Oh, hell with it!

Brace yourself!”

The branding iron descended until it made contact with soft feminine flesh. It sizzled and a
tiny trail of smoke arose. Justin Roberts held the iron firmly against the flesh at the side of one
ass cheek, just above where the leg began.

Stephanie screamed. “Arrrrgggghhhh! Ohhhhhh!” For a long second she was frozen in 
shock at the unbelievable pain. Then the branding iron was gone and the slave girl jerked her 
hips from side to side violently. “Ohhhhh! You didn’t tell me it would hurt so much!”

Justin Roberts returned the branding iron to the fire and stood there with his aim around 
his daughter. Both of them stared lovingly at the black and red flesh clearly showing their 
brand, “J & J.” Jill sighed with pure pleasure.

For a while they both watched as their slave girl wiggled her ass and cried aloud what 
bastards they were to have done this to a poor, innocent girl. After a few minutes she calmed 
down. Looking at her friends around tightly bound legs, and upside down, she saw through 
her tears that they were both very happy. “Please…” she began as the sobs quieted down. 
“Please, Master, screw me. Your humble slave girl is so damned horny! And I deserve it after 
what you’ve done to my bottom.

Please?”

Justin Roberts sighed and unzipped his fly. “A man’s work is never done…”

Stephanie sighed as the massive rod parted her pussy lips from behind and entered her 
sheath with a hard shove. She was as happy as her two owners.
