Tali Topless

Tali Topless-Part Two

Don came by one afternoon and saw Tali sitting on the couch in a very snug dark blue turtleneck. After Don had hit the skids, Fenton had invited his old friend to stay with him and Tali for a while, and had taught Don the ins and outs of being a Master, and Tali had patiently been the guinea pig for about nine months. Canings, whippings, spankings, floggings, electric play, it had all been tried on her, and Don had also had the pleasure of getting a series of wonderful blowjobs from the kind of woman guys like him never even dreamed of…

At a Tawse Society mixer, Fenton had introduced Don to Skip, a youthful preppie with his own brokerage firm. For Skip, it was love at first sight, and he invited Don to become his full time Master…basically $600 a week to live in and look after the place, which essentially meant sleeping or playing poker all day until Skip got home from work. Then Skip would strip off his Armani suit and silk boxer shorts, don a tutu and do all the housework, while Don supervised, carrying a Barber's razor strop.

If Don found even a mark while looking under the toilet with a mirror, he would pull down Skip's tutu and give him between twenty-five and one hundred strokes. When the housework was done, Don would cuff Skip's hand behind his back and have him kneel in front of Don while Don unlocked the cock cage. Don would then stomp and kick Skip's genitals for a half hour or so before re-locking the cage without Skip cumming. Then Don would start pulling Skip's head onto Don's dick.

Though Don was a heterosexual, and Skip had given Don a platinum card so he could get all the female whores he wanted, Don discovered that Skip had a mouth like velvet and was an even more efficient cocksucker than Tali was. Four or five blowjobs a day, the Swarthmore-educated 27 year old Skip would give Don, who was a fifty year old ex-convict biker on methadone, and Don never had to reciprocate…Now and then, Don would wake up late, and discover Skip had botched one of his morning chores. Don would then drop by Skip's firm, and listen to him berate his staffers for various incompetencies.

Skip could hand it out, and he often could reduce a secretary to tears with one scathing glance. After a bit, Skip would notice Don, lolling in the doorway to Skip's office, and his face would perspire, as he knew there were rarely friendly visits. Don would go into the office, and Skip would follow anxiously, muttering excuses, but to no avail. Down would come the pants and heart print panties Don made Skip wear, and there would be one hundred strokes every time—fifty for the error, and another fifty for making Don come over to the office.

Don would usually variate between a steel paddle, and a viper quirt, kept in Skip's desk for infractions for the first fifty, and then it was the cricket bat that had belonged to Skip's British father, it was kept on the wall of the office, and visitors often commented on the little red spots ingraining the wood. Then Don would remove the gag he'd put in Skip's mouth, because he didn't want screams of agony to disrupt the production in the outdoor offices..and on his knees, Skip would thank Don in the best way he knew how, for the trouble Don had taken to contribute to Skip's education.

Sometimes Don would put a hood over Skip's head and take him to a biker bar, and leave him in the lavatory, with a sign around the young broker's neck saying “Suck you for $10—kick all you like.” If Skip failed to earn more than fifty dollars (and he had no idea who was putting cash in the box, and who was stealing it, because the hood covered all but the mouth hole) Don would horsewhip him. However Don, a kinder master than Fenton, so as often as once a week he'd unlock Skip's cock cage and then attach a chain with a “Y” end for nipple clamps, and then loop the other side around Skip's cock, so any moving of the body would torture both nipples and testicles. Don would then watch the little bastard jerk off into a shot glass and drink it, and then Skip would usually give Don a huge tip. And now Don had a great life.

“What's with the turtleneck, Fenton?” Don now asked. “Tali is usually dressed real professional during the week, or she's here in the house naked.” Fenton laughed. “I told Tali that I'd screw her if she let me whip her tits with a branch of nettles at her country place…and now she's trying to get me to do it today or tomorrow by showing off her breasts in these absurdly tight sweaters. “ Don had a quick intake of breath. “Lord, those thorns will tear her right up, Fenton.” Fenton the Felon cocked his head. “Yes, perhaps, but it's a valuable lesson, don't you think?” She needed valuable lessons, he thought. Tali had beaten Fenton in a Ping-Pong game the night before and then gloated about it…and he certainly enjoyed using the paddle again.

“ I heard about the first couple of tests—the piss one was insane. But nettles?” Don was amazed. Just that morning, Don had given Skip a brutal caning for bringing cold coffee…right now, Skip was chained to an eyehook in their basement dungeon with a paint bucket full of ice hanging from his balls. As the ice melted, the water would pour through a hole into the floor…and Skip's burden would lessen, he might be quite comfortable by the time Don got home, several hours from now…but nettles? “Jesus, Fenton…Tali has beautiful breasts…do you want to disfigure them?” Fenton poured them each a shot of Glenfiddich.

“Oh, her tits have been through the mill in the last eighteen months…I've whipped ‘em, hung them from a wire, thrown darts at them…she'll be fine, but tit-whipping is good for Tali. First the pain will be excruciating, and she needs that…and secondly, she's so vain about her lovely breasts…why not let her get them banged up a little? Tali is much too vain.

The other night she was taking me to some moronic Bar Association shindig, I was in a damn monkey suit, and Tali was wearing a strapless dealie, and after she'd finished her makeup, she was just smirking into the mirror. So I made her strip, and arch her back, jutting out her breasts, and I hit her right on the nipples with another marvelous resource from Tali's willow tree, she fell down grabbing her breasts and moaning..but she forgot how damn good looking she was. The tears streaked the makeup, and she had to put all that crap plus the clothes back on, but we were only fifteen minutes late…and she was humble.” Fenton looked quite pleased with himself, pronouncing the last word “huummmble”

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It was a Saturday. Tali pulled the car up into the big driveway of Snowden Hall and Daddy waved. Fenton sighed, and closed his copy of “ The Heracleidae”. (Fenton had taken the job of chauffer on the condition that he didn't have to do any driving) Today was the day! The final test! There had been five tests after the urinary ingestion experience with the Senator. Fenton had subjected Tali to having clothespins knocked off her body with his cane while singing, uninterruptedly, “The Way We Were”. There had been an enema-holding contest, a horrible game with gerbils up her rectum, the Speculum Survival Tour, and a barely successful attempt to fellate a donkey. This test, was the hardest, but it would be the last..and Tali was trying to keep Fenton in a good mood.

Tali had done the 75 miles to her parent's country place in complete silence, trying not to brake very hard while Fenton had switched between Euripides and his Greek Lexicon. Tali knew better than to talk or turn the radio on, but on a previous trip Tali had had to swerve to avoid hitting a tractor-trailer that had pulled in front of her, and Fenton had ordered Tali to pull into the next rest area. He'd taken her to an Exxon bathroom, and pulled up her skirt and dropped her panties and given her fifty quick ones with the rubber hose he kept in the front, and then made Montgomery Couny's leading prosecutor kneel in her new stockings on the filthy, urine-stained floor in her new stockings and suck him to two or three orgasms.

Usually when Tali was with Fenton, she didn't have to wear the chastity corset, he would simply time her when she went to the bathroom, however today she wore a simple belt, the Iron Maiden. Her breasts were needed for this test, sadly.

Colonel Snowden greeted Tali with a big hug, leading her into the house as Fenton followed behind, meditating on Medea. All that girl had needed was a good caning, too. Fenton sighed, and dropped Euripides and the Lexicon back in his shoulder bag, and then wincing, took Tali's bag up to her childhood bedroom, a monstrosity of stuffed animals make-up mirrors, and of course a pink canopy bed. Good God, is that a poster of Elton John? Revolting. Fenton,Jr. had grown up comfortably in a house like this, spoiled to death by his mother and stepfather, both appellate judges. Though FJ had taken his father's path, (where he met even more judges) he was a happier person than either his father or half-sister, as his memories were of prep schools and sailing lessons, instead of his sister's experiences with food stamps, and dropping buckets of paint on a nosy parole officer from a tenement window.

Fenton looked into Tali's closet, where he'd once found letters from Master Aubrey, Tali's first real master. Tali's pocket money had been such that she could steal a weekend away from Miss Porter's School to fly to Master Aubrey's trailer park two hundred miles away. There, she gave Master Aubrey his own allowance, and spent the weekend being caned, strapped and tortured, often being forced to run through the trailer park with Master Aubrey behind her, swinging the strap rapidly. The residents loved seeing the beautiful seventeen year old's swaying breasts as she made a beeline for an outdoor Jiffy John, where she'd lock the door until Master Aubrey calmed down again. Then he would sit on her back, and the naked girl would pony-ride Master Aubrey (who was light, as he was a midget) back to his trailer for a good thrashing from Master's Hog Slapper, a 12 foot plaited leather thing with rubber strips on the end, and then of course Heather would take the redeye back to school, where she'd enjoy mixers, parties, and horseback riding.

Fenton thought again of Heather, who had been given up for adoption by her mother quickly to avoid scandal. A prison doctor having an affair with an convict was scary, especially when said convict was regularly whipping the Eastern Correctional Institution's staff physician with a rubber hose. After Fenton had been paroled, he'd spirited the infant Heather out of the window of the same orphanage he'd grown up in, and raised her himself. Except of course, when there had been a misunderstanding about an armored truck (Fenton had been honestly after the truck, not the money inside) and Fenton had gone off to Lewisburg, and for those fifty-two months, Heather had resided in Cousin Fremont the Artist's basement studio, where the little girl had helped Cousin to dry the sheets of well painted fifty-dollar bills. Fenton had left a lively, imaginative 8 year old, and come back to a pudgy, cynical adolescent, who would work her way through private school by answering the phones in Daddy's chop shop. No, the poor thing had not had a easy life.

At lunch, Fenton watched Tali flirt with her indulgent father. “Do you know, boy that Tali has never been spanked?” Colonel Snowden squeezed Tali's hand as he spoke to Fenton. Tali winced, not over Daddy's misapprehension, but of what was to come. Fenton would give Tali twenty strokes with her younger brother's fraternity paddle for every time the Colonel called him “boy”. “Boy, do you know, boy, that Natalia had her first checking account—her OWN, when she was eight, Boy? This prepared her for her first Platinum card, Boy. Tali wanted it early, but, you know, Boy I felt she had to at least have started seventh grade before she went out shoppin'! Yes, Boy, and I thought Tali should have a sports-utility-vehicle to get around, they seem safer, but she wanted a convertible, Boy, so we compromised and gave her both, Boy! Then little Princess' Grandma got her a BMW… Then, when Natalia was eighteen, Boy, she wanted a single-engine plane,Boy and I said…”

Fenton sat calmly, used to this barrage, and wondered if Heather was going to be early. He'd told her to arrive here by eleven, but already it was noon. Heather was excitedly looking forward to Tali's first test. Her enthusiasm was frightening, but this Outward Bound-ish experience might give Heather the enthusiasm and confidence to go back to college, and perhaps lose some weight. He looked at Tali fondly. Oh, my little girl…”Boy! Are you part-Jewish?” Colonel Snowden demanded. “That nose of yours…well it looks like the side of a house, it's so big.” “Yes sir.” Fenton responded with a ghostly smile. “Jewish looks without the money.”

Tali and Fenton went into the cold sunshine after lunch. They crossed into the back woods of the Colonel's place and came upon the nettle bush. “Well here we are” Tali said uneasily. “You know, Tali,” Fenton said with a smile, “the Latin name for stinging nettles is Urtica Dioica, coming from the Latin word Uro, which means ‘I burn' Isn't that interesting?” Tali nodded, her shoulders quivering. Tali was shivering slightly because she had neglected to wear her parka.

Tali wanted to ensure that Fenton could see her bobbing breasts in the tight sweater, up until it was time for the nettle flogging. She knew he might change his mind—Fenton had promised Tali that if she completed this last test, and allowed her master to flog her breasts with nettles from her father's stinging nettle tree, he would make love to her, and this was her dream…all those forbidden masturbation sessions…Fenton was a sound sleeper, and Tali quite often would take his key, and unlock her belt, and take out her secret vibrator, and dream of finally getting her thrill.

But Fenton kept demurring. Would he in fact flog her breasts? “I do want to get at your tits with the nettles, but the price is too high, Tali—sexual congress with a common little toad like you, I don't know…really, only your pretty mouth is good enough for my precious missile, methinks.” People wouldn't think so when they saw the two of them together, certainly—a 5' 3'', mid-life mulatto with thick glasses balanced on a huge schnoz in egg-stained leather jacket and faded jeans walking arm in arm with a statuesque natural blonde who looked to be about 24, an inch higher and much better dressed than he was.

To hear Fenton discuss it though, Tali had come to him through the sewer lines. “I mean, really, Natalia, you must understand my position…my precious seed doesn't just go into anyone, you know.” No, only every common slut, barmaid and college sorority girl he could find—and Fenton found many—they all got into Fenton's pants the way they wanted to, without any waiting or begging…but then they weren't slave girls like the beautiful woman who would come and bring them coffee in the morning as they lay with this weird little guy that had such magnetism. Fenton had really hesitated about sleeping with his submissive…

But Tali knew that Fenton was obsessed with the idea of punishing her breasts—she thought it was because he felt that they had power over him…he was always staring at them in undisguised admiration, as had every other man since Tali had turned eleven. And they were round pink creatures, bouncy as all get out….Fenton had sucked them in weaker moments, ordered Tali to give him a few tit-jobs but generally he punished—whipping Tali's breasts with belt or cane, hanging her from them, and using various electrical play on the nipples. But the only time Tali had called her safeword in their relationship so far, was when Fenton had discussed thrashing her breasts with thorns or nettles.

It wasn't as if Tali hadn't been whipped on her rear with rose bushes, thorned branches and nettles—that she could take, if Fenton strapped her down first, and popped a gag in her mouth. Fenton had so enthusiastically used this punishment on Tali's backside that she hadn't been able to wear her bikini at the beach for two summers—the string bikini that usually displayed Tali's gym hardened abs, her full breasts and curvy, impudent bottom. But how could she explain all the vicious scabs, scratches and rips in her back, buttocks and thighs? Forget ever wearing a thong again.

No, for the past two summers, Tali had driven Fenton and his girl of the week up to the Snowden's beach house in Rehoboth every weekend, and sat in long pants and button down shirt on a straight backed chair (Fenton and Buffy would be using the recliners) in the sand writing “I will not complain about rimming Buffy's bottom after defecation 1,000 times, one letter pencil, the next letter ink, while the sounds of Fenton making Buffy squeal in the roaring waves wafted by. Tali was convinced that her parents thought she had lupus now, as they'd never seen her so bundled up in the summer but it was worth it, Fenton was her Master Still, Tali just couldn't take the thorns and nettles on her nipples, until now…she needed Fenton so much.

Before Fenton moved towards the nettles, he motioned for Tali to open her suitcase. In the bag were several long rose thorn branches that he planned to wrap the nettles around, so Tali could have the “extra stimulation.” Also in the bag were a clipper for the nettles. Tali took the clipper out, and cut several large nettle bunches, trying not to let the green leaves touch her until they had to, and then Tali wrapped the nettle leaves around the rose branches, so there was the double whammy of stinging nettles and very sharp rose thorns. Tali reflected that if her hand moved, the combined thorn-nettle bundle could put an eye out, and she was quite careful.

Tali tied the collected branches of both plants together, and put them on the ground in front of Fenton. Then she reached into the bag and brought out a pair of work gloves. She hadn't used them for herself, and thus her hands were already stinging. She handed the gloves to Fenton. “What's this?” Fenton asked. “These are gloves for your hands, Master…so you don't hurt them swinging the branches.” Fenton was overcome by this. How sweet Tali was, she was about to have one of the nastiest tortures known across a very sensitive part of her body, but God forbid her master suffer even a little bit. Tali looked at Fenton with love in her eyes. “Are you ready, Master Fenton?” “Ready when you are, m'dear.”

Fenton smiled, and sniffed the chilly air. He found it interesting that whenever he blew out air, it came out in a visible cloud… He wiped his glasses on a mitten. Fenton would have to look up why that happened in his Scientific American magazines. Fenton looked around at the trees. He vaguely remembered a show at the orphanage where either Smokey Bear—or was it Woodsy Owl—some loser in one of those animal suits had jumped about in the St. Ann's Infant Home auditorium warning against doing bad stuff in the woods. As the denizens of the Infant Home for the most part, had never seen a wood, the lesson at the time had been quite lost.

Fenton turned around and watched Tali disrobe. First Tali pulled the skin-tight sweater off, and laid it on the ground. She put her arms around her heavy breasts, hanging in the cups of a lacy lingerie bra, and shivered a bit, and then reached behind her back and undid the bra straps, dropping the 36DD brassiere on the ground next to the discarded sweater. Fenton took some baling wire from the bag, and wrapped one cut piece around the sides of Tali's left breast, squeezing it so the breast and nipple bulged out. As Fenton pulled the wire tighter, Tali's breast bulged further, and began turning purple. Fenton then attached the wire with a clip of some sort, and repeated the operation on Tali's right breast. Tali bent over, away from Fenton, as the sensation of the blood being cut off was excruciating…but then she rose again. Tali could do it. She was quite wet inside the Iron Maiden, despite her horrific sensations.

Tali then turned to Fenton, and put her hands behind her back. This was quite difficult, as Tali was freezing in the twenty-one degree weather. Fenton watched Tali's breasts turn blue, and was thinking about how he should've been the one to cut the branches of the trees…but Fenton had found that cutting branches was not as easy as cutting the power window out of a 2000 Chevy Camaro. Tali of course had been trimming trees in her father's woods since she was a child, and had extreme dexterity. This vaguely annoyed Fenton. Tali was better at a lot of things…this made him resentful sometimes… but he was going to take it out of her. Indeed he would.

Fenton put his hands in the pockets of his comfortable winter jacket that Tali had given him for Christmas, and watched Tali struggle to keep from hugging herself in the bitter cold. Fenton remembered when his Uncle Franklin, today an inmate rabbi of the Black Hebrew faith at the Maryland House of Correction Annex at Jessup, had brought little Fenton his first dirty magazines— Fenton had gone over the pictures of girls with beautiful breasts, gorgeous heart-shaped faces…girls who looked just like Tali

As a twelve year old half-breed foster child with thick black Clark Kent glasses, preadolescent dandruff, plaid Kmart pants and prescription shoes for flat feet, Fenton never thought these girls would be for him. He lived in an impoverished boy's home in the depths of Anacostia, a D.C. ghetto, and already had been twice incarcerated in the D.C. Receiving Home for stealing bicycles and Go-Karts. What girl would want him? Of course within a year or so he'd learned differently, there was a Fenton the Felon Pheremone. Still, of all the women he'd been with, none had been Penthouse or Hustler quality girls until now. She was it. Fenton watched Tali shiver some more. He could tell she was wrestling within, on one hand wanting him to get this over with, and on the other, terrified of when the flogging would start.

Fenton had a thought. “Tali, honey? I just had the neatest idea for us.” Tali perked up. “Yes, Fenton?” Her heart rose. Maybe he was excited about making love to her! Maybe Fenton wanted some romance, and had some idea of taking her to a nice inn or something—Tali would pay, of course—and they'd have a really beautiful time. Tali was a masochist through and through—but just this once…Oh, it was COLD. What did this wonderful man want? “What is your idea, Fenton, honey?” Tali tried to bat her eyes a little.

Fenton looked at her quizzically. “Is there a water hydrant here in the woods? Has your father installed one? Or perhaps a creek?—I'd need a bucket, though.” Fenton was talking to himself. Tali was confused. Here she was thinking of an inn and a nice dinner…a bucket? “Why do you want a bucket, Fenton?” Fenton smiled. “Well, I was thinking how painful it's going to be when I whip your boobs, Tali. .it's more painful in the cold for you…and I thought if I doused you with a bucket of cold water, the pain would be even more fully accentuated.”

Tali's heart stopped. She saw the National Enquirer headline: “District Attorney, 31, Dies of Pneumonia and multiple stab wounds from Convict's Evil S&M Thorn Wand” Tali looked at Fenton warily. “No, Fenton, there's no body of water near here, or a bucket.” Thank God. “I thought we agreed to a short whipping—“ Fenton looked annoyed. “Good God, woman. Are you a slave or what?” Fenton shook his head. “I guess this is going to have to begin now. Next week, we get a bucket.”

Tali rubbed yet more cream on her horribly wounded breasts…between the tears and the stinging marks from the nettles, there seemed to be a thousand of them, it looked like she would be sitting in her room forever with the First Aid kit. She'd used iodine, and two or three different creams, and the pain was still surging, and the many, many little red marks from the stinging nettles, surrounding the rips in her tits from the long, sharp thorns basically dictated that Tali would not be wearing anything low cut for some time to come. As she rubbed her areolas gingerly, she heard Fenton joking around with her parents downstairs, and thought about the events of the afternoon.

Tali had had horrible anticipations about what the pain of this combined thorn-nettle bundle would be, but the actual pain far surpassed her expectations. Tali had jutted her breasts out, arching her back and closing her eyes, and Fenton had waited a moment, and then whispered “Tali?” Tali had opened her eyes and then Fenton had crashed the thorn-nettle bundle into her breasts…and one of the thorns had stuck in her areola, and Fenton had had to struggle to pull the damn thing back out again. Tali had dropped to her knees, grabbing her breasts and crying, and Fenton, worried that Tali might alert her parents (God knows they would misunderstand) gagged Tali with a neckerchief, and cuffed her hands behind her. This kept Tali from being able to use her safeword, but she had agreed that this was the only way Fenton would be able to finish what he'd started.

The next three or four minutes had been absolute hell for Tali. The rising and falling of the bundle had seemed never ending. As Fenton was whacking Tali for the sixth time, her purple-ish bulging nipple tips taking the swats with the horribly sharp thorns, she heard a rustle in the brush, and Heather, Fenton's chubby daughter appeared in a winter coat with gloves. Heather took a look at Tali, naked from the waist up with her tortured, and welted breasts, and laughed. “Well now, Tali Topless!” Tali just shook her head, as she couldn't talk. What was Heather doing here now? Colonel Snowden, who was fascinated with minority students, had agreed that Heather could come and spend the weekend as well, but she wasn't supposed to be showing up until seven-thirty Saturday night. What the hell was she doing here now, and how could Fenton have told her about this? “Well, Dad…started without me, didn't you?” Heather bussed her father on the cheek. Fenton chuckled, and lit a cigarette. Fenton had chain smoked from the ages of seven to sixteen, quit entirely from seventeen to forty, and now only occasionally smoked, usually when he was having a good time. But smoking bothered Heather.

“Dad, don't smoke.” Heather plucked the cigarette out of Fenton's paw, and held it disgustedly. “And a Marlboro Light.. the worst redneck shit.” Heather's eye caught Tali's blue-ish, welted tits and, tapping some ash off the cigarette walked up to the bound, topless Prosecuting Attorney for the State of Maryland. “Dad, this is all a ciggie-butt is good for” Heather stabbed the cigarette into the soft skin of Tali's right breast, not hard enough to put it out and held it there. The pain seared, and Tali would have screamed had the gag not been so firmly planted. Tali began trying to back off, but caught Fenton's eye.

She was supposed to be a good slave-girl. Tali knew this…So she stood still, thinking of how hard Fenton would be fucking her later as a reward for her tolerance. Heather generally got her rocks off when Tali flinched, and was quite irritated that Tali was taking the pain so well. Heather withdrew the cigarette, and then pushed it into Tali's other boob, right upon the nipple, and this time Tali moaned, closing her eyes…but she stood there until Heather had put out the cigarette, causing a huge blotchy red spot on the top of the areola. Heather backed off, and Fenton proffered the evil bundle of thorns and nettles. “I was just getting started, honey.” Fenton said mildly, “But certainly I want my little girl to get her hand in here.” Heather laughed, and Tali's eyes widened. Fenton was going to share this with that hog of a daughter! Was this not too much? How could it get worse? Tali's humiliation was overpowering.

Heather looked at Tali and smiled. “Tali, I have a surprise for you.” Heather reached into her bag, and brought out a large, light green transparent water gun, dripping with the overload. Tali shook her head, and made noises. “No no, scumbag…” Heather smiled. “I overheard Daddy talking about the bucket of water, and that might give you pneumonia, and we need those checks coming…but a little squirt won't kill you.” As Heather said “squirt” a stream of water shot over Tali's exposed breasts and the various sores, welts and whip marks and the pain was prolific. But it was not over yet. Heather snatched the thorn-nettle combo and went at it, plowing into Tali's breasts with intense vigor, as if she were beating a dusty carpet.

Tali fell down after four swipes, and Heather pulled her up by the hair, squirted her breasts again and gave Tali six more. Fenton turned around and went to take a leak against a tree. Tali's eyes brimmed with tears…he just didn't care…or did he? “Daddy, no…” Heather ran to stop Fenton just before he unzipped, and he came back. Father and daughter looked at Tali. What was this? Were they concerned now about her? Tali, shaking with cold, her breasts scorched with abuse, tried to focus on Fenton's face. He was so beautiful, she thought. Maybe this was it…maybe they felt badly now. Heather smiled at Tali who tried to smile back through the gag. Fenton whispered again, and Heather smiled. “On your knees, Tali” Fenton's voice rapped out. “No, Daddy…she can't get to her knees with her hands cuffed.” Heather said in a soft voice, smiling at Tali. Heather came over and gently helped Tali get to her knees. Fenton looked sternly at Heather. “This is your idea, but I want you to turn around.” Heather stamped her foot. “Why, I want to see it?” “No, you're my daughter, it would be inappropriate. Turn around.” Fenton's voice was final, and Heather turned away sulkily. What was happening now? Tali asked herself, as the mud from the ground encrusted her knees. Was she going to blow Fenton?

Fenton unzipped his trousers, and pulled out his dick. Tali gazed at it lovingly. You will be inside me tonight, big boy. Fenton came closer to Tali. Tali waited for him to take off the gag so she could blow him, but it wasn't what he wanted. Fenton began peeing on Tali's breasts. The acid of the urine hit the open weals, and combined with the cold water from the squirt gun, the pain was bringing Tali to a new level. Just before Fenton finished, Heather stealthily turned around and grinned at Tali, who was crying quite openly. After Fenton zipped up, Heather took the thorn-nettle bundle and came back over. “Now we'll see, Miss D cup!”

Fenton disappeared behind the trees, and returned with some more cut nettles, and Heather pulled Tali to her feet by her hair again. Heather's teeth gritted as she watched Tali's breasts bounce. Despite the torture that Tali's tits had gone through, they were still quite beautiful, and stood up proudly. Even though they were incredibly large breasts, they did not sag. Heather's tiny breasts sagged quite a bit, and this was galling, Tali knew. She wished for once in her life that she had tiny, ugly breasts, so Fenton's daughter would not feel so vengeful. Fenton came up on one side of Tali's breasts, and Heather was on the other, and they began alternating swats, and discussing Heather's recent stay at the Overcoming Overeating Neuropsychiatric Plantation. Heather had resided at more fat farms than her father had prisons, but she never gave up…

Swish! Fenton's nettles scraped Tali's nipples, and he ripped them away again. One of the stinging nettles hit the welt where Heather had put out the Marlboro. SWAT! Heather's bundle,which had thorns as well as nettles, landed hard on Tali's left areola. Heather pulled out her water gun and gave the boobs a squirt, and Fenton hit again. “So what do you think about biology, hon?” Fenton asked. “I never liked it—the organelles sound like a band that was on the Ed Sullivan Show, and an endoplasmic reticulum puts me in mind of when I was a towel boy at the Olympic Baths on 14 ^th and U Streets.” Heather snickered and swished Tali's breasts again.

Tali never knew when she blacked out, but there she was. Tali was lying on the cold ground, and Fenton was leaning over her and unlocking the handcuffs. Had she been unconscious for long? Fenton and Heather helped her up, and didn't illuminate on this point. The folks had gone into town to get supper, and so Tali walked behind Fenton with her sweater and bra in her arms. Any lucky farm hand or kid wandering would have had a strange gape at perfect, naked breasts with vicious, clawing scratches on them—who knew? Fenton had ordered Tali upstairs.

“Get yourself together and then come into my room, I need to be fellated” Fenton ordered Tali in a harsh voice, as if she had been misbehaving for the past hour instead of going through the ordeal of her life. The waiting in the bitter cold, Fenton's seeming kindness and then brutality…and the horrible thorn-nettle bundle on her tender nipples…but wait! “Fenton, aren't we going to make love?” Tali had asked this when she finally showed up in Fenton's room. Fenton laughed. “You presume to think, Tali, that you can make deals with your Master?” Tali's eyes opened wide. “Wha-at?” Tali was amazed. It couldn't be true.

Fenton undid his pants and pulled them and his jockey shorts down to his knees. “Get down and relieve this tension, Tali…I found the afternoon quite arousing, and I really need some relief, darling.” Tali began crying anew. “But you promised! Fenton, you promised you would make love to me!” Fenton looked at Tali with narrowed eyes. Tali dropped to her knees, her breasts still screaming in pain, and took Fenton's cock in her mouth. Fenton laughed as he pushed his dick in and out of Tali's mouth. “Girl, you must be crazy to think that I was going to fuck a little no-account scheming pig like yourself…I am ill thinking about it. “

As Tali sucked, Fenton spoke quietly. “Dear Tali…this was a lesson for you. Such a valuable lesson. You should thank your Master for this, but you probably won't. Tali, I've never slept with a slave, and I never will. The tests you've gone through in the last few weeks have been just to improve your character…if that isn't good enough for you, Linda Smythe has offered me a place in her house…she appreciates me.” Tali pulled her mouth off Fenton's cock. “Oh, no Master…I love you. I accept—“ Tali bit her tongue, she felt like she would cry—“I accept your training methods. I deserve what I went through in the woods, I—“ “Tried to manipulate your Master.” Fenton grabbed Tali by the back of the neck and pushed her head on his cock. One of Tali's breasts hit the bedside and her body was racked in pain again from the nettles. But Tali sucked on, and in about half an hour, Fenton finally shot his load into her mouth and she swallowed it greedily. It would've been faster, she thought, but of course I just blew him on the floor of the Exxon station on Route 66.

Tali had finished up, and given Fenton a nice bath and massage after his fellatio. Then as she was going to her room, Heather's door had opened, and Tali had stepped in, and by the time she'd brought Heather to three or four orgasms, Tali's jaw was aching… but it was all over. “Wondering why you're not sneezing? After the cold and the squirt gun?” Heather asked with a friendly smile.Tali's head came out of Heather's crotch. It was true, she didn't seem to have a cold at all! “We made sure to keep your breasts warm.”

Heather had also told Tali that if Tali liked, Heather would drop out of her training sessions, as Heather was quite content working out her class resentments with the Senator. “You can go back to being Miss Snowden, my stepmom.” Heather said hesitantly. “I understand about Leo—and everything.” Tali had surprised herself and Heather. “No Miss Heather, your training is so good for me…I don't want to change our relationship at all.” Heather's hesitancy vanished, and she'd cuffed Tali affectionately across the head and shoved her back into the hairy muff.

After giving Heather five or six orgasms, Tali had gone back in her room, and now was finishing treating her breasts and her nipples. It would probably hurt for two or three weeks, Tali would be sleeping on her back for a long time. Tali turned to look for a loose shirt, because her mother had called her for dinner some time ago.

Looking down, she saw a crumpled brown bag sitting on the bed, with a yellow Smiley face sticker attached to it. Tali opened the bag and shook it, and out came a small silver key, that Tali recognized as the key to her Iron Maiden. Tali felt in the bag again, and discovered her vibrator, the one she kept hidden from Fenton, but he apparently knew about it all along.

Tali was overcome by joy. Oh, Fenton! You are so wonderful! Fenton obviously had forgiven Tali for trying to manipulate him and being ungrateful for the punishment in the woods that she certainly deserved. Unlocking the chastity belt, Tali dropped to her knees and began fingering herself furiously. She plopped the vibrator in the tip of her clitoris… and began fingering her damaged nipples, squeezing them, panting and thinking of her wise, sexy, just and wonderful Master…

Fenton the Felon came upstairs about half an hour later. He'd told Tali's folks not to call her for dinner, as she was resting. He stopped in front of her door, and listened to the little buzz from the vibrator, and smiled. Fenton walked into his room and lay on the bed, picking up his Greek lexicon abstractedly. Fenton would have dearly loved fucking Tali…she was a tight little thing, and it would have been enjoyable. But, having been a Master for so long, Fenton knew his submissives, the dilettantes, the life-stylers and the hard-core. Screwing Tali would only have confused her, and she would have felt let down. She would have far more pleasure, as a hard core masochist, by kneeling on the floor and frigging herself….and thinking of what a worthless little scumbag she was.

The End