She knew she had done it this time, but good. She couldn't even look at me, but I looked at her with fire in my eyes. She had gone too far this time and I had no more patience. I bound her wrists, jerking her to and fro as I tightened the knots into her flesh. She only wimpered softly. I bound her ankles together in the same manner, and then secured them to the eyebolt in floor. I stood back for a few seconds and just glared at her, allowing her time to think about the punishment she was about to receive. Although she still stared at the floor it was obvious she felt my eyes, as if my gaze was inflicting physical pain on her trembling body. I circled her slowly before stepping up close behind her. I reached around her and held the ball gag in front of her face. "No . . . please . . " she whispered. Terror floated on her breath just as warmth in the chill. Her plea served only to tense my body in anger. Sensing this she obediently opened her mouth as I pulled the ball tightly into her jaws, forcing her head firmly against my chest. I buckled the leather strap behind her head as she groaned faintly. I took the rope that was hung through the eyebolt in the ceiling and secured it to her bound wrists. Grasping the other end I pulled, hoisting her only a few inches above the ground as her ankles were already restrained. I tied the rope off only after ensuring that her body was pulled as tight as a bow string. Her moans became louder. I slowly walked around in front of her. She looked at me now with tears in her eyes, hoping to prey upon my mercy. I then pulled from my hip pocket a large hunting knife. Her eyes grew large with fear. As I approached her with knife prone she tried to scream but could only manage faint, muffled groans through the gag. I stood close to her, breathing her breath, and gently caressed her neck with the flat of the knife. She trembled uncontrollably. I then began to cut her clothes from her body, slowly and intently, until nothing lay between her flesh and the torment that awaited her. I returned the knife to my hip pocket and saw her eyes relax. Her body, though, remained rigid under the strain of the ropes. Stretched before me, every muscle taut, her ribs protruding as her waist thinned under the stress. Her body was perfect, every curve, every crease. Her full breasts stood firm and her nipples erect. I walked around behind her to the table on which I had laid the instruments of her punishment. Reappearing in front of her with the leather whip I saw her eyes widen again. She had felt the tentacles of this torturous beast before, but always on her backside. She frantically tried to gasp and scream through the gag as the whip bit into her breasts, ribs, and stomache. She struggled against her bindings with no relief as, again, the whip stung her body. A few more lashes and I paused. She was crying and moaning for mercy. Two quick, sharp lashes set her struggling and screaming again. After a short pause two last, fierce lashes drove the point home. She would learn, regardless. I walked back to the table and laid the whip down. I loosened her from the suspension and allowed her to rest for a moment. Although the whip had left no permanent marks she would not soon forget the red whelps that now pained her body. Besides, this was just the beginning. There was still more for her to endure before she could be purged of her transgressions.
