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Chapter 4 by RejectTed RejectTed

"Now, I think its time..."

"For your punishment."

"You did make me repeat myself after all" added the dominatrix.

Liz looked down at her still stinging nipple; a thin red line formed across it. She opened her mouth "But you already--"

"Shh." The Mistress shushed her in that common way of putting a finger across another's lips; except she used the pointed toe of her boot in place. "Rapscallion, that was me repeating the question."

Retrieving something from behind her back, the towering woman folded at the waist. She attached small pinchers, to each of Liz's nipples. The former captain hissed as the first clamp was applied, and violently exclaimed "Suck a bunter's cunt!" when the second bit her already whip-smarting nub.

Admiring her work with a self satisfying smirk, The Mistress straightened up and said "before you ask, no, those aren't your punishment either. They are just to make sure you keep up. We can't have you wasting more of my time."

Liz looked down at her abused breasts. A rope hung between the teat nibblers, dangling almost to her naval, with a small ring occupying its mid point When she looked up again, the Mistress had aboutfaced, revealing that her vagina was indeed cupped by an extension of her corset. An extension that started at the small of her back and disappeared between the gorgeous globes of her otherwise bare arse. While Liz admired faintly jiggling orbs, The Mistress made her move. Without looking she hooked the spiked heel of her left boot on the ring swinging betwixt Liz's milk mounds and started walking.

It should be of no surprise that our naughty pirate was yanked forward by her nipples. In fact the poor wretch scrambled to crawl after The Mistress. Her arms were still **** to about her by the straitjacket, but she doubled over to bringing her nipples closer to the cruel boot. Liz briefly had the thought to try and trip the Jezebel but doubted she could; the woman walked with too much grace and confidence.

Fortunately for the pirate there was some elasticity in the rope connecting her dairy tips to the oppressor's boot. Otherwise, she would have been dragged across the ground with each long confident stride. She asked the statuesque woman to slow her pace, almost politely at first than with frustrated cursing akin to "slow up, you bube ridden crack!" When these reasonable pleas were ignored Liz decided to focus moving as quickly as possible.

Liz was lead across the featureless floor by her tormented nipples. The tugging pain would lessen as her overseer stepped forward with her right foot, giving Liz a chance to catch up. Sometimes the rope would even go slack for a moment. But the pain would increase again when the left boot took a step forward. The punished pirate was so focused on crawling after the boot she paid very little heed to the surroundings about her, catching fleeting glimpses of doors and plain walls. However even this useless gandering had a cost; poor Liz was surprised by a sudden left turn adding more complication to her already difficult crawl.

An actual break came when they passed through a curtain and The Mistress paused for a moment. Leaving Liz with no tugging on her teats and only the pitilessly persistent biting on her suckle-points. After a few seconds, and with her usual care for Liz's comfort, The Mistress strode through a second set of curtains.

These curtains opened to blinding sunlight, fresh air and grass. The latter was gentler on Liz's knees but prickled with a maddening tickle. While her eyes adjusted to the dazzling daylight, Liz heard noises all around her. Cheering and chatter of a spread crowd acted as a thin blanket over the sounds of women giving startled squeals and alluring moans combined with the mechanical sounds of jingling bells and knocking wood. But at the boundaries of her hearing Liz managed to wring forth the creak of rope and cracking of whip. With The Mistress's intent to punish fresh in her mind (and sharp on her nipples) the pirate felt fairly uneasy. Nevertheless, she followed.

Encouraged by the clamps, Liz had managed to learn a quick scuttle that allowed her to move efficiently upon her knees despite her arm-hindering bondage. She actually felt a bit of pride in her speed. Were it not for the sharp pain in her nipples the tightly bond pirate might have even enjoyed this. After all, the leather strap had been worked near bitwixt her nethers by the her rapid movements and was now gently slide like a violinist's bow against her unusually sensitive clit.

Then and without a warning the jackboot stopped; Liz smacked her noise into it. She groaned her nose didn't hurt at all compared to the tugging of her nipples; it was the blow to her pride that made her face twist with annoyance. The Mistress turned and looked down on her with a smug grin. "Stand" the cruel woman ordered then 'helped' by steadily pulling on the nipple lead.

Once Liz had been painfully elevated, The Mistress carelessly removed the clamps. And Liz's poor nipples screamed at her as blood flowed anew to their irritated nerves. Prompting the pirate to accuse her tormentor of having an incestuous relationship with her mother. Standing now, Liz saw where they had stopped; it was an unfinished wood table that had a railing on the nearest side, which Liz was involuntarily bent over. Possessing an uncanny strength, The Mistress's easily **** Liz's mouth onto a spherical knob until it was past her teeth and hindering her tongue. "I find your barking very amusing but some of the guests may take it personally," explained gleeful deviless as she tightly fastened a collar around Liz's neck and thereby kept her head from escaping the wooden intrusion.

The table was not comfortable. Rough wood grated against her already enreddened teats The railing **** Liz's arse high in the air and she could only stand on her tiptoes. Leather strips, bound her ankles together and to the ground most likely to stifle the notion of a mule kick, but the awkward angle of her body stretched Liz's hamstring. She struggled, twisting as much as she could to make her self comfortable. "That's it Rapscallion," The Mistress chuckled and patted Liz's upturned bottom, " the guests will certainly like that squirming."

Now that she's trussed up, what is Liz's punishment

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