The Lair of the Baroness

Still behind her captive the Frauline giggles playfully. She loved these little predicaments since the sub did all of the work for her, leaving her free to torment him in other ways. "Ho, vell then, this is how hyu vill become stronger. Or how hyu vill get much longer arms."

Tucking the crop under one arm she steps around to his other side, still just behind him, and reaches out a bare hand to stroke over Nick's back. Her short nails scratch lightly along side his spine almost as if she was petting him.

Nick didnt really see the logic. But he had to choose his words wisely or else it would be hell for him. And frankly, he was find this all rather very pleasurable at the moment. She slowly scratches ger fingers down his body, causing him to shudder and release a moan.

He says something that he almost shouldn't have. "Mmm...W-What next Mistress Bianka? "

Bianka gave another playful giggle as he seemed anxious for his next punishment. She didn't really have any sound logic for the things she did, but pretending you did was always such a fun game! "Wot next? Wot next? Is this not not to hyu're satisfaction? Too easy perhaps, hmm?" She feigned being upset as she circled back around towards the partially suspended foot.

With her fingertips she reached out to begin gently tickling the sole of that foot, making it all the more difficult to hold it upraised and spare his poor shoulders.

He bites his lip snd looks back at her. "Well...I like the punishment so far Mistress Bianka. But if I may input...I like--" Nick had to stop. He makes a few giggles before breaking out in laughter. He had to consciously push his socked foot towards her nimble fingers to keep the pressure off his shoulders. But for how long...?

A smirk played across Bianka's coral lips as she tickled the man's captive foot, making it all the more difficult for him to maintain this already trying position. With her free hand she drew the riding crop back out from beneath her arm and moved it into position over his tormented foot. "Ho, come now. This is not the time to be getting shy. Tell hyu mistress what hyu like. After all, hy am apparently here to serve hyu."

After this little teasing she would strike his sole with the crop three times in quick succession. Once these bows were doled out she would resume tickling mercilessly.

He couldnt tell if she was being serious or sarcastic. But it ould still be good to answer his Mistress. "I....ahah! I like to be folded!" He shouts. "... Bent. R-Ragdolled around. Heheh.... That throw you did at the start was a step in the right direction if that h-helps you." He spits out between tickles. Nick makes a few groans as his foot was struck with the crop. He only continues to laugh when she resumed her tickling.

Bianka smirked as she looked up at Nick, her fingertips still dancing across the sole of his foot. Sure, she had strength and skill enough to toss him about, but for how long? She would, perhaps, need a little assistance to keep up the sort of effort her new toy would require. Ceasing her tickling she took a step back and touched a finger to her lips with a thoughtful 'hmmm'. "Hokay, hy vill be right back." Sauntering casually, clearly in no hurry, she slips from the room leaving Nick in his painful predicament a bit longer.

Several long minutes would pass before Bianka would return, and with her came company. The door opened to reveal two women of equal height and build, and while not identical twins they are clearly close relatives... One wears a black bustier and stockings, the other the same in white. Unless Nick was paying especially close attention to his Mistress, being slightly more toned than her cousin, he may not be able to tell that she is the one in black. He would, however, recall seeing the other woman sitting in the lobby when they entered the old hotel.

Nick listens to Bianka. And she may as well have listened to him. He hears her leave the room and makes a slight whine. Where was she going? Was she about do something for him...? He then hears her come back...With the woman from the counter, dressed in a white version of Bianka's black clothes.

It was awkward for him. To have someone from the outside look at him, tied up and in strenuous pain. "U-Um....Hello. Miss Bianka? Who have you brought...?"

Neither of the nearly-twins responded to his questions, but instead went straight to the task at hand. Clearly they had prearranged what they would do upon returning. The lady in black, Bianka if Nick paid her close attention before, moved past him and positioned herself to one side of him while the lady in white walked up to stand opposite her. A woman was now standing by each of Nick's legs, and with a nod from the lady in black they'd step up onto the rail of the mule.

"Miss White" hooked her arm beneath Nick's while Bianka untied the rope that connected his bonds to the pulley above. Once he was freely seated upon the narrow spine of the mule Bianka would grab the man's arm in a mirror of her cousin. When the lady in white gave the silent signal both women would throw themselves off of the back of the structure, taking Nick down in a tandem suplex upon his shoulders.

Nick didn't like not know I what was going on. But the man was smacked enough to assume that Bianka must have thought she couldnt throw Nick around by herself. Not having strength enough, she got help from the woman from the counter.

The woman in white grabbed his arms suddenly, making him blush and look back a bit. Bianka was untying him from his bounds. As soon as he was free, Nick sat up and breathed out in relaxation. Until he was thrown off the mule and onto his back in a tandem suplex. He cries out in a small moan and ends up laying there.