She makes Charity punish her sweetheart

The whistle and crack of the whip rang through the cold night air, making every one of the captives wince and shiver. Dennis' hoarse scream afterward just made it even more unbearable. Kriss waited, whip unfurled, just long enough for the suffering groom to slump against the pole, his struggles exhausted. Then she struck again, letting the whip sear across untouched skin and leave another vicious red welt.

"Enjoying the show, girl?" Jana asked, lips curled cruelly. Beside her, Charity was crying, one of their other captors holding her head and forcing her to watch each blow. "My dear sister's quite an artist, isn't she? I've never met anyone as skilled as she is. The secret is she just loves her whip so very much. I think she even sleeps with it coiled round her leg." Kriss struck again, curling the whip round Dennis' flank to crack across his belly. The groom let out an animal howl of pain. Watching from the huddle of other captives, Marcus felt tears stinging in his eyes at the awful sound. He just wanted to run and hide so he didn't have to watch this anymore, but with all these horrible people around he knew it'd earn him a whipping too. He wasn't big and strong like Dennis. If they did that to him, he'd die for sure. It made him feel awful, but all he could do was stand here frozen as Kriss lashed her whip again across the groom's back

"Stop it!" Charity shrieked, fighting against the man holding her. He held her easily, gripping her chin with one hand while his other arm kept her pinned against him. "You're killing him!"

"Not just yet." Jana purred, licking her lips as she watched the groom thrash in his bonds. Her icy eyes were alight with sadistic glee that made Marcus' stomach turn. How could anyone enjoy watching this? "He's a big boy, he can take more. Although every now and then my dear sister does get rather carried away and damages the merchandise a little too much." She chuckled cruelly, as poor Charity slumped in her captor's grip, sobbing hoarsely. "Maybe you want to help him, girl?" Jana continued, her voice a honeyed drawl. "I can stop my sister before your handsome boy gets too badly hurt. Only, I'll need you you to do something for me in return."

"What?" Charity gasped, her tear-filled gaze flickering to the elegantly dressed woman. She looked so **** she didn't even seem to notice the cruel glint in Jana's icy eyes.

"You see, naughty boys and girls who run away from us have to be severely punished." Jana drawled. As she spoke she ran a hand up Charity's side, groping the shivering girl through her dress. "If I stop my sister now, he won't have learnt his lesson. So, I'll need you to do the rest of his punishment for him and make sure he doesn't think of trying to escape again." Charity froze in shock, Jana's hand idly wandering over her chest. She winced as her captor squeezed one of her silk covered boobs.

"You...can't be serious." She gasped, trembling as the crack of the whip rang out once again, followed moments later by a hoarse cry from Dennis.

"I am, girl." Jana cooed. "I'll stop my sister right now, if you go and hit your little boyfriend nice and hard with this." She held out her hand and one of her men appeared beside her, laying a long, wooden cane in her open palm. "Not quite as painful as the whip." She purred, flicking it through the air. The whistling noise made Marcus tremble as he imagined that awful thing landing across his bare flesh. It must sting so very much. "But it's not as fiddly, and doesn't risk damaging the target quite as much. The perfect tool for an apprentice disciplinarian. You hit the boy five times as hard as you can, and we'll forgive his silly little escape attempt." Charity looked frozen, her face pale and her mouth hanging open. The whip cracked again, curling wickedly under Dennis' arm. The poor groom screamed, muscles tensing as he fought against the restraints.

"I'll do it!" Charity screamed. "Just stop hitting him!"

"Good girl." Jana purred, flicking the cane up under her arm while her other hand patted poor Charity firmly on the rear. "Sister, that's enough." She called to Kriss, who paused with the whip still unfurled underneath her.

"Let me guess, you're making his little girlfriend finish him off." She sneered, flicking the whip up so that it curled back around her wrist.

"You know me too well, sister." Jana cooed, with a cat's sadistic smile.

"Fine, but I'll be watching every blow, and if it's not punishment enough, we can just go straight back to my whip." Kriss whirled on Charity, lips curled into a ferocious snarl. "So you better hit him as hard as you can, you get me, bitch?"

"Yes..." Charity looked to be on the verge of fresh tears, but when Jana untied her and held out the cane she took it in one shivering hand. Kriss stalked to the side of the sobbing Dennis, then leant over and yanked his trousers off his limp legs, leaving him naked and shuddering there against the pole.

"Stand there, cunt." She sneered, pointing at a spot just to the right of the pole. "Then swing across, aiming here." She slapped Dennis hard across the butt, making him moan softly. "You're best hitting him where he's got more meat on his bones, unless he's pissed you off somehow and you want to make him bleed." Her toothy grin as she stepped back made Marcus gasp. She was enjoying this too, just like Jana. They both found it fun to **** poor Charity to hit her boyfriend! Every time he thought he knew just how awful these people were, they'd do something even worse.

Shivering like a leaf, Charity stepped to where she'd been told, the cane dangling limp from her hand. She looked in despair between the naked groom and the stick in her hand, like she couldn't quite believe what was going on.

"One more thing, girl." Jana called out. "Count the blows, nice and loudly, so he can hear who's giving them to him."

Sobbing quietly, Charity drew back the cane. Her face was pale as a sheet, her eyes wide and terrified. She stood there frozen for a moment, holding the cane back like she was about to swing. Both Kriss and Jana watched her with identical smirks. Then she swung, sending the cane flying through the air. It landed across Dennis' butt with a dull thump, making him moan softly and buck up against the pole.

"One!" Charity sobbed.

"Doesn't count, cunt." Kriss snapped viciously. "I want to hear that cane whistle before it strikes. You'd better make your boyfriend howl, or I will." She brandished the whip.

"Again, girl." Jana echoed, her voice sickly sweet, like a mocking imitation of a gentle teacher. "Try to use your wrist this time." Charity drew back the cane again, staring with tear-filled eyes at her boyfriend's body, drenched in sweat and covered in red welts from the whip. Her hand was shaking as she tensed up again to swing. Marcus watched, his heart in his mouth. He could hardly bear to see Dennis hurt anymore, but at the same time this seemed to be the only way to stop these awful people doing even worse to him. Charity seemed to agree, because she swung the cane hard, sending it whistling through the air to land with a vicious crack across the groom's butt. He let out an agonized gasp, pulling on the bonds.

"One!" Charity sobbed, slumping over as her boyfriend moaned in agony against the pole.

"Very good." Jana cooed. "I knew you had it in you, girl. Now again." Sobbing quietly, Charity drew back the cane once more.