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Chapter 32: Hung by the Thumbs



Chapter 32: Hung by the Thumbs
Darlene was tied to a post in the Blue Room. There was a great deal of rope wrapped round her body from ankles up to neck.
You could hardly see where her arms were pulled behind the post and bound tightly with the elbows together. Most of the ropes
had been put on so tightly that they were embedded into her flesh.
But as uncomfortable as those restraints were, Melinda was far more uncomfortable. In fact, her position was approaching
agony.
Leather strips had been looped around her thumbs and she was hoisted off the floor by them. More loops dug into her big toes
and down to the ring in the floor beneath her. Enough force had been used in pulling her toes down for her to feel as if she were
stretched out on a rack. Her thumbs were turning a dark color and streaks of pain where shooting down into her arms.
This was the first time that she had been left alone with Darlene since her recapture. For a long time she said nothing, feeling
nothing but anger for Darlene. She had been told by Angus on the drive back home that Darlene had snitched on her, running
immediately to the Master to tell of the errant girl.
Finally, in the dark and cold of that torture chamber, she asked the question that she could not force out of her mind: “Why?”
A long time passed before Darlene replied. “He is my Master. He is your Master, too. You should not have run away.”
“Oh, shit! You believe that?”
Darlene’s lack of reply was affirmation.
“You’re crazy! I freed you. You could have run away with me. We could have split up and one of us found our way to the police.
What the hell were you thinking?”
“He is our Master,” was all Darlene would say.
Just then, the door opened and the light came on. Standing there, dressed in a black leather catsuit and with a whip in her hand,
was Susan. There was an unholy glow in her eyes.
“The Master says I can punish Melinda for attempted escape,” she said. “I can whip her as much as I want.”

She entered the room, looked Darlene up and down. “I can’t touch you now,” she told the bound women. “But there will come a
day...”
Turning to the stretched out, totally helpless Melinda, she purred, “Ready for your whipping?”
The End

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