Chapter 20: The second day

  I put on my balaclava and black leather gloves and head downstairs again.

When Tina sees me entering the basement with my balaclava on, she starts trembling uncontrollably.  The sheer, unadulterated terror in her eyes is all the confirmation I need to know that she has associated the balaclava with yesterday's torture, and that she understands that the same thing will probably happen today.  She starts crying, yelling and begging me to let her go, not to hurt her, but I ignore her completely.

  I bypass the bed where she is curled in a ball, knees bent in front of her chest hugged by her arms, and walk to the far wall.  I take Jake's life-size picture and I position it as yesterday in front of the hoists, move the cart with my tools to the side and check that everything is in order, before turning around and walking toward her.

  Her frantic shrieks reverberate in the basement while I reach her and grab her ankles.  She tries to fight me off, but it is futile.  I release the chain binding her to the bed, then hoist her on my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, her head behind my back and my arm behind her thighs.  I carry a struggling Tina to the hoist and set her down.

  She tries to bolt, but the ankle cuffs restrain her movements, causing her to fall face first on the floor.  I catch her with an arm below the chest just before her face makes contact with the floor, then I grab her hair and pull, forcing her to stand up.  I grab her wrists with my other hand before releasing her hair, and with the now free hand connect the cuffs to the chain.

  I take the remote from my pocket and retract the chain a bit, forcing her hands above her head, thus limiting her movements.  Then I kneel down and connect the ankle cuffs to the floor, before using the remote again to raise the chain more, until she is unable to move at all.

  Content with my work, I again remotely turn off the ceiling lights and turn on the spotlights.  Tina is still sobbing and shrieking, so I let her be for the moment.  Gradually, she stops screaming, now all I can hear is her sobbing.  Time to start.

  I spent a long time thinking of a way to flog her titswithout leaving permanent damage and marks.  In the end, I modified a leather riding crop.  I removed the tip, in this case a wide strip of leather bent in half to form a loop, and replaced it with round edged soft rubber.  This will diminish a bit the force of the impact, but has less possibility of breaking the skin and should leave less welts.

  I pick up the crop from the cart, and while slapping it in my hand as if I was testing it, I walk around Tina, as if I was trying to decide what to do. Her eyes are bloodshot with tears falling down, and her body is trembling while she continues to sob.  I stop behind her, and I caress her body with the crop slowly, from neck to ass making her shivering intensify. Then I move in front of her, and again caress her with the crop, starting from her cheek, all the way down to her pussy.  I am pretty sure that she would have pissed herself by now if her bladder wasn't empty.  Good planning avoids pissed pussy. 

Hehe.

  I move forward, almost in contact with her body.  Tina tries to back away, but of course she can't.  I place my mouth near her ear and whisper

"This is all Jack's fault".

After saying so I back off and move to the side. 

  Thanks to yesterday's experience, Tina braces herself for the hit to come, but there is no way that I would make things so simple for her.  I stand by the side without moving and wait, you can't keep your muscle tightened forever.  When the hit is not coming for a minute or so, Tina relaxes, and that is the moment that I strike with the crop to her chest.  I can see her tit cave from the hit before resuming its shape, undulating as if it was made of jelly.  Tina shriek reaches new heights, so much that it hurts my ears.  I move to the cart and take an open style ball gag and force it in her mouth before securing it behind her head.  There, that's better.

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  I move again behind Tina and whisper in her ear,

"Jack cares only about Jack".

  Saying so, I move my gloved arm to her chest from behind and twist her nipple hard.  The gloves are necessary as I don't want her to associate pain with my hand touching her, otherwise it will become very difficult to handle her in the future.  It's like punishing a dog, you don't use your hand, you use a rolled-up newspaper so it doesn't associate pain with his master's hand.

  The pain is so strong that Tina's body forms an arch.

"Jack is using you".

I hit the sides of her breast a few times hard.

"Jack sees you as a burden".

A few more hits.

"The only reason that Jack gives you money is because he wants you to become his personal whore.  Rose too.  He will give you to his friends to play in exchange for favors".

  Before I even hit her, Tina starts screaming like a banshee.  Even with the ball gag muting her voice the scream is loud, like a high pitch moan.  There are also some words jumbled in it.  I can't make out exactly, but I guess it has to do with Rose.  Tina is after all very protective of her little sister.

  Like yesterday, I keep at it for hours, with short breaks now and then when Tina faints.

When I feel that she is at the limits of her sanity, I stop.  I let her rest in silence for ten minutes, before taking off my mask and gloves and switching to "daddy mode".

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