Theirs To Take(19)

Now that they knew who she was, they had no choice but to keep her.





We paused when we stepped outside. The girls who had yet to be shaved all stood with their backs turned to us, their legs at shoulder width, their hands still clasped at the backs of their heads. Gabriel stood nearby, watching us even as he spoke to one of the girls, his tone making it clear he was not pleased.

“Back in line, girls. Let’s go,” Syn said from behind me, the tap of his cane on my ass making me jump to attention.

“You six turn around. Go with Syn. You,” Gabriel said, placing a hand on the back of a girl who already had a thick red welt across her ass and who was openly crying. “You’ll take that dozen you’re owed before getting your pussy shaved.”

As he said it, two of the soldiers carried over the very stump I had knelt on and placed it a few feet from us.

Gabriel nodded his acknowledgement and tapped the girl’s hip. “Kneel on the stump facing the others,” he instructed, pointing to the stump.

I stood transfixed as I watched the scene, my body reacting so very differently than it should, my pussy absolutely throbbing as I watched her kneel on that stump and face us, reluctantly placing her hands at the back of her head, her hunted gaze sweeping over us as if looking for a rescuer. But no one spoke, the lot of us barely breathing — and not a single one of us came forward.

I remembered kneeling on that stump. Remembered the hard wood splintering into my knees. I remembered enduring the shame as I had assumed the same position she was now told to assume.

“Bend forward, hands on the ground and keep your face up. I want them to see you take your dozen. It will be good for motivation.”

The stump was low enough that even with her hips lifted at this angle, she could easily look at us. For a moment, I felt grateful to Gabriel that he’d not made me do that. He’d not made me look at those who witnessed my humiliating punishment. And the fact that I was aroused at watching this now shamed me.

“A dozen. If you move, we start at one. Keep your face up, I want them to see you, understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’ll all watch,” he commanded the remaining group as Syn walked the others into the tent where Clara waited to shave them. “If anyone turns away, we start at one.”

I noted first the thick, worn strap Gabriel held, then watched his face. His focus was wholly on the penitent before him. He shifted slightly to her side and placed a hand at her low back, bringing the strap to her ass to measure the stroke. The girl’s whimpering grew louder when he did this, but I stood transfixed, able only to watch Gabriel’s face. It was impassive, hard but not cruel as he raised the strap and brought it down across her vulnerable globes. My gaze then moved to her face as she gasped, tears welling in her blue eyes.#p#分页标题#e#

Lining up the next stroke, Gabriel struck again, then again. Each lash was timed precisely and as the spanking progressed, each stroke grew harder. I could see it from where I stood watching, could see the pain on the punished girl’s face and wondered if that was how I had looked when I’d been birched or caned. I hadn’t felt the strap yet but I had a feeling my bottom would become familiar with it soon. I glanced quickly at my companions who also watched, absolutely silent, and I wondered if they too found themselves aroused.

It was strange. When Syn had offered me the cane to punish Helena, no part of me wanted to take it. I would not, could not do this to someone, but the fact that watching it aroused me confused me, made me feel guilty for it. I shouldn’t be enjoying another captive’s pain and humiliation, should I?

Syn walked out of the tent with the group of girls, all of them now shaved as bare as the rest of us. One of them gasped when she saw the punished girl’s buttocks.

Gabriel delivered the final strokes but forced the girl to remain as she was.

“Next time I tell you to bend over and spread your legs, what do you do?” he asked.

When she didn’t reply right away, he fisted a handful of hair and lifted her head up. It was then that I saw the huge erection pressing at the front of his dark pants. He too was aroused. Aroused by strapping the girl. Was I the same as him then? Was I no better than my captors if I could become aroused by watching the pain and humiliation of another?

“I do as you say, sir,” the punished girl said through tears.

“What’s your name?” Gabriel asked her.

Syn stepped closer, apparently intent on having a look at his brother’s handiwork.

“Monica, sir.”

Syn moved behind her, the gazes of both brothers inspecting her intimately as Syn pulled one bottom cheek away from the other.