CHAPTER FOUR: "Crime and Punishment"
"Well little slut," growled Nevada, "I warned you about closing your
legs, didn't I?"
Julia, astounded, could only nod yes. As soon as the flogger touched her
aching pussy, Julia had felt an incredible, irresistible urge to squeeze down as
her orgasm began. But when she squeezed, she closed her legs about the rubber
strands that were causing her so much pleasure and pain. And that was the
problem.
Now it appeared she was going to pay for her transgression. And pay
dearly.
Angered, Nevada had yanked the rubber flogger from between the poor
girl's legs and smacked her hard, once, across each breast. When Julia cried
out, Nevada had told her to "shut the fuck up!", and swiftly stuffed a rubber
ball harness gag into Julia's mouth.
Tears welling in her eyes, Julia could only watch helplessly as the now
angry slave mistress wheeled over a punishment frame. The insidious looking
device would hold Julia immobile and uncomfortable while Nevada released her
wrath.
Julia's feet were released from the steel boots. The frame was pushed
behind her - she could feel the cold steel press against the back of her thighs.
She had no choice - she raised both legs, placing a tremendous strain on her
suspended arms, and found herself perched, legs spread wide, on a V shaped
device. But the frame did not have a join on the apex of the V; instead, Julia's
ass and pussy were exposed in a semi-squat.
Nevada quickly ran leather straps across the girl's thighs, pinning her
to the frame. A strap just below the knee and a second strap at the ankle fixed
her legs in place. Nevada lowered the suspension bar so she would have access to
Julia's wrist cuffs. One at a time, she locked them to the frame at a spot right
by the girl's feet. Another, longer strap was passed around each arm and leg
where the elbow touched the inner calf, rendered her immobile. Now Julia was
compressed into a very stressful squat, her breasts hanging down and easily
accessible; her anus, clit and labia even more so.
Finally, Nevada snapped a hook through the D ring at the top of the ball
gag, and raised the chain. Julia's head was now securely suspended, facing
forward. There was no possible way for her to move her head down or back, only
from side to side. The strain on her neck and shoulders was intense.
Julia's eyes were wide with terror. Nevada's eyes narrowed and gleamed
with vicious pleasure, like a serpent about to strike.
With powerful strides, the slave mistress crossed the room and picked up
the hose once more. Julia protested into the rubber ball, but only pitiful
mewling sounds came out. She screamed in her throat as the cold jet of water hit
her breasts. Part of the stream shot through the valley between them, and passed
over her belly and pubes. Her eyes scrunched shut at a blast of water against
her face. The water gushed up her nose, making her snort like a bull.
Nevada laughed, then went behind the frame and sprayed Julia's back. She
traced her way down the vertebrae of Julia's spine and into the valley between
the girl's cheeks. Another scream from her prey as the water blasted against
tender, sensitive flesh.
The nozzle clattered as it hit the floor. Nevada crossed the room once
again, first turning off the water at the faucet, then picking up a slender
golden colored wand.
"No marks, my dear," she said, tapping the metal device against her
palm. "And no marks will I leave!"
She reached forward and ran the rounded tip of the metal device against
Julia's shoulder and down her arm. There was a soft click!. And suddenly Julia
screamed.
"Oh, poor 27, did that shock you?" teased the slave mistress. "You know,
as a slave in charge of other slaves, I get punished if pretty little things
like you don't live up to my Mistress's expectations. I don't like being
punished."
Another click! And touch of the wand, ever so light. The current jumped
with a purple spark from the golden tip to the soft white flesh. Another touch,
another click, another grunt from the tortured slave girl.
"And because I don't like to feel this little toy against my flesh, "
Nevada now held the wand up to Julia's face and tapped the tip with a manicured
nail. Julia's eyes were enormously round in panic. "I like to emphasize to my
charges how well I expect them to perform."
"You, pampered little pet, happened to piss me off because I have been
instructed not to leave any marks on your poor delicate body," Nevada cooed. She
touched the wand against the sole of Julia's foot. Almost simultaneous with the
click, Julia grunted and jumped in the frame. "And because I can't mark you,"
Nevada continued, "I thought I would be sure to amuse myself with you in a much
more creative way."
She ran the golden rod up the inside of Julia's thigh before flicking
the switch. Julia moaned in pain.
It was the shock on her breast that made Julia really jump. But it was
the electrical kiss of her nipple that made her scream.
"Amazing how a little water conducts electricity, isn't it?" purred the
slave mistress. "Just wait until you see how well pussy juice conducts it!"
Julia began to cry. "Maitresse!" she begged in her mind. "I want my
Maitresse!"
