2. Aiko - Envy and anger (1)

Aiko Yimada waited, tapping the crop’s flapper in the palm of her hand, while Masumi manoeuvred herself on the small dining table. The younger woman adopted a position the dominatrix demanded and one that the younger woman had assumed countless times over the years.

If she was ever fraught or stressed, then it was usually Masumi who she picked on to relieve the tension. Aiko loved inflicting pain, from wayward Pony-boys to errant estate staff, they had all felt the snap of her whip, or the heat from her crop.

Masumi’s masochistic tendencies made her the perfect target when in the lodge, for there were no other options usually available. Besides, she had a virtually flawless body that Aiko was secretly attracted to.

The previous day, she and BJ took the extreme step to overpower his brother, Hiroto. They imprisoned him in one of the transit cages that were normally used to transport the captured girls to the island. Then she gave the order for him to be disposed of, minced and put into the animal food chain.

Hiroto had become a thorn in their side, continually interfering in the programs that BJ and her father, Professor Yamada were trying to promote and manufacture. His secretary, Penny, was an unexpected hindrance in their plan. The interfering brother hadn’t announced that he was bringing her with him.

However, as luck would have it, the stupid girl played right into her hands by donning a fetish Puppy-girl suit, as a prelude to having sex with Hiroto. The unfortunate PA was currently in a cage in Aiko’s new apartment waiting to be dealt with.

Aiko studied Masumi’s perfect body, enviously. The svelte youngster was perfectly proportioned and her muscles were well toned, although some might say that her breasts were too large. However, Aiko, who was bisexual, assessed that the younger woman’s body fitted her own criteria of perfection to a tee. For a girl of 5’5”, she had long legs, with strong, parallel inner thighs and graceful curving outer lines.

She was supple, so with her knees up on the edge of the table her thighs were in a straight line, only divided by the gash of her splayed pussy. Her tits were large, the way she liked them, and her chunky cherry red areolas and nipples screamed to be nibbled. She had suppressed the Sapphic side of her character, with some success, but it was difficult with so many pulchritudinous girls on the island.

The globes of Masumi’s buttocks were pleasingly firm, creating a deep, wide valley that in her punishment position, revealed the clenched pucker of her tight anus. Aiko’s eyes roved below her perineum to the girl’s generously sized labia with its bulging lips and fleshy furrow that opened like a rose coming into bloom. Her dark and well-formed stubby clit was quite pronounced, a sign that she was highly aroused.

Masumi was 21, a year younger than her sister, Sakkara, and had kept herself in remarkably good condition, for one so lazy. Aiko stepped to the side and raised her crop. Switt! Switt! Switt! Switt! Switt!

“Neiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” squealed Masumi, when Aiko found her range on the third stroke, landing the leather flapper directly across the width of her stretched lips.

Masumi was unable to maintain her pose. Her knees slipped off the table and her legs scissored in the air lewdly. Aiko watched her performance with amusement, as her legs kicked in the air in a frantic attempt to relieve the pain.

“Please Miss!” the younger woman cried.

“Shut up and get your knees up!” she hissed, changing position so she could deliver 5 strokes from the other side. Tears hadn’t started to flow, but Masumi was reluctant to return to the punishment position. Switt! “Up!” Aiko bellowed, losing patience with the girl.

“Miss, it’s not fair,” she cried plaintively, but returned her knees to the table surface to wait for the final strokes.

Aiko didn’t waste any time. Switt! Switt! Switt! Switt! Switt!

“Neeeeei! Stopppp!” the youngster screamed, when the leather flapper made 5 direct hits on her most sensitive spot.

Masumi began by gripping the far edge of the table, while the blows were delivered, but threw her hands back to try and defend her vulnerable butt cheeks. She was too late, for the damaging blows were delivered in rapid succession and her legs were once again doing a lewd dance beyond the table.