The Rose Garden 5

Brian returned to Beth’s naked form with two snake whips and handed one to Riff. The whips were braided of supple brown leather and flexible their whole metre length, except for the short handles which were loaded with shot to give a stronger snap at the end of the whip’s travel. The ends of the whips were dragon tails, fearsome in look, but louder and less punishing than narrower lashes. Riff watched fascinated as Brian turned the dragon tail on Beth’s tits.

“Aaaagh,” Beth cried as the first lash landed square on her left nipple and left her panting for breath as the pain radiated out from her nipple, now swelling and turning red.

“Aaa ohhhh eeeehhh,” she screamed as the second lash landed perfectly on her right nipple, and the night birds woke up to add their own screams to the night’s concert of pain.

Riff noted how Brian then used an overhand stroke to deliver the dragon tail to the tops of Beth’s tits, and an underhand stroke to lay red welt lines on the underside of her firm female globes.

At ten strokes, Brian stepped back and motioned to Riff to continue. His whip strokes were not as hard or as accurate as Brian’s—the lash landed sometimes on the sides of her breasts or her belly below—but most were on target until Beth’s crying had subsided to weeping and her nipples were red and swollen.

Then the two men retreated behind the slumped figure of Beth whose tear-stained face suddenly whipped around to see what they were doing. Too late. First Brian’s whip landed on her ass, and a split second later, the tail of Riff’s whip.

Crack! Crack! “Aaaaargghh” Beth yelled with a choking sound as both men laid into her flogged bum with their whips. But each stopped after the agreed ten strokes, leaving her shaken and sobbing, but alert enough to watch Brian carefully, afraid of what he might do next.

And the next thing was worse still. Two male volunteers had appeared with stakes which they drove into the forest soil near Beth’s feet on opposite sides. To these they attached ropes which they clipped to each of her ankle cuffs, thus keeping her legs spread apart. This also put more weight on her arms suspended over her head, and she began to tire and to ache in all her arm joints and muscles.

Brian behind her was showing Riff how to hold the handle of the snake whip low and snap it upwards to make the lash stroke curl up. As soon as she realized what he was doing, Beth’s eyebrows shot up in shock and fear, but too late to speak.