12 - Rosanne Whips Lisa Again - and Again - Finis

"LISA! Your face! What a mess. I never saw you that bad. I won't ask who won!  Never mind! You couldn't have been expected to give your best, not with all you have on your mind right now. You'd better go to bed and stay there a week! I'll get the doctor to see to you. Get upstairs at once and prepare to be an invalid!"

"Stop fussing, Samantha! I'm fine! In fact I'm on top of the world! And, despite what that other cow did to me, I still have my one hundred percent record and you should have seen what I did to HER! She'll need reconstructive surgery!  As for going to bed at this early hour - forget it!"

Lisa did disappear upstairs and shed her minute shorts and top. Soon she reappeared in her usual state of undress. Samantha had a chance to see all of the damage, to her body as well as her face! That wonderful athletic body was covered in bruises where the hard leather had crashed into her ribs and pounded her belly.

"Is there anywhere I can touch you without it hurting?"  asked Samantha in horror.  She had seen Lisa get hurt many times before but this was something else! She was torn between sympathy and a regret that she had missed what must have been a magnificent duel!

"Not one solitary square millimetre was left unpunished, my dear! But come and be hugged anyway!"

Samantha obeyed, trying to embrace Lisa gently but finding herself crushed in the familiar bearhug.

"And where is my brother today?"

"He's off to Birmingham, Lisa. He's singing in Beethoven's Missa Solemnis. You'd never have believed how  excited he was when he got the offer. They're a very good choir and usually get really well-known soloists. I bet you're proud of him, Lisa! I'd have gone, but I didn't want you coming back to an empty house - not if you'd been badly knocked about - which you obviously were, you brave girl!  Are you sure you don't want a rest? We could get into bed together and chat! Come on!"

Truth to tell, Lisa was dog-tired after all that had happened. She was about to follow Samantha upstairs when she had an idea.

"Sammy! Lets pile a few cushions on the lawn and sleep out in the warm! It's such a lovely day and who wants to be inside with the sun just begging us to soak it up?"

As soon as Sammy had prepared a makeshift bed outside, the pair settled down. Lisa told Sammy about her chance meeting with Rosanne. She was resting her head on her friend's breast and getting more and more sleepy. Samantha was not sleepy, though, and her mind was racing.

"That was no chance meeting, Lisa! People don't just bump into each other by accident in a big place like London. You could both have been there for weeks wandering about  and never seeing each other. She was looking for you! It sticks out a mile. She probably traced you to your hotel and they told her you were running in Hyde Park. I wonder why she came all this way just to see you again. Probably got continuing designs on your bum! She wants to whack it again, Lisa! Do you feel it tingling?"

"Yes. Of course she was looking for me! She left her job soon after you left the country to come here. Now she claims to have got hold of evidence clearing me. Not only that but she says she has the wherewithal for creating a scandal of  Watergate proportions - bigger, even!"

Then Lisa fell asleep, resting her head on Samantha's generous bosom. In time Samantha herself fell asleep. Then, as the sun was beginning to lose its strength, she was jolted out of her slumber by a man's voice.

"Something to sign for, Miss! Sorry to break up the party!"

It was a courier company and Samantha, who was not wearing any more than Lisa, got up and signed for the package. She tried to ignore the eyes boring into her. Lisa was not too far away and she would soon deal with any predatory male who got the wrong ideas! The courier got back into his van and his colleague drove off. He soon became alarmed.

"Keep your eye on the road, Jimmy! We don't want an accident!  What a pair of lovelies! And all laid out to view, bare-arse naked like the day they were born. And one of them was standing just inches from me as she signed for the package. She actually touched me! But did you see her mate - the one who was asleep? She'd really been worked over! Maybe they'd had a lovers quarrel or something! "

"I don't know who did that to the Sleeping Beauty, but she's too big a girl for it to have been the other one. That was a body you don't often see on a girl, let alone a pretty one! All muscle! I wonder what the story is behind those two?"

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The package Sammy had signed for was the promised evidence from Rosanne. It took the two a while to fathom it all out. Lisa could read none of the language and Sammy only a little, but the letters from and to the US Embassy proved beyond doubt that poor Lisa had been no more than a scapegoat. One letter from the UK Ambassador showed that he knew of Lisa's innocence and had agreed not to make a fuss in exchange for some trade concessions (which never materialised).

And the most damning evidence of all was Gloria's confession! This cause of Lisa's many miseries had not died in Solitary. She had indeed passed out a few days before her time was up and been thought to have died. But when the camp doctor and Rosanne had taken her from the cell, they had discovered that she was still - just about - alive.

Rosanne later told Lisa how she had kept Gloria in a deactivated cell in the Solitary Unit until she was well enough to be moved. The doctor had agreed to provide a fake certificate of death and all three had left the country for Singapore, where the doctor and Gloria still were.

In the coming weeks the whole world was to learn the story behind Lisa and Samantha. Despite Rosanne's refusal to take a penny, Lisa determined that she would do something for this ex-guard who had helped her clear her name and rescued Giles from ruin and worse. The scandal was just about dying down, with a Minister of Justice in jail, the US Ambassador blowing his brains out and the UK government driven from office by universal rage that a sweet girl like Lisa should have suffered so horribly because of their complicity in a squalid cover up at the behest of a so-called ally.

Photographs of a happy carefree Lisa taken shortly before her arrest were shown side by side with Giles's portrait of the shaven headed victim in prison, and the rage was universal. With elections just months away only a miracle would save the government from defeat. Lisa grew her hair for the benefit of the press, then shaved it off again as soon as the case against Giles had been thrown out.

At the same time as Giles's trial, her first novel had been published and was a best -seller. The other six were in the pipeline and the size of the advance she had received had almost given her a heart attack!

With heads rolling and governments falling Lisa was glad to get back to her rural retreat, now hers alone as the newly wed  Samantha and George honeymooned in  the Bahamas. Giles was away for three weeks and Lisa knew what she had to do! She got on the phone to Rosanne.  Soon she was picking Hatchet-Face up from the station and driving her to the cottage.

She showed Rosanne her room and then told her what her reward was to be for helping her.

"I am alone here for three weeks, Rosanne. In that time I am at your disposal. You can do what you like to me. When I finish speaking, you are in charge again! All I ask is that you leave no permanent marks on me as you whip, cane and otherwise torture me! I have all you should need in the way of canes and straps and restraints. My body is yours to fill with agony, punishing it by day and by night for three wonderful weeks!"

"Right, Lisa. I think we'll start with forty cuts on those ever luscious buttocks.  Those sweet but naughty cheeks cry out for chastisement and they are going to get it! You will find my eye has lost none of its cunning or my arm its strength! Then get this place cleaned up! It's a disgrace! You sleep outside at night and be ready at six tomorrow morning to be flogged!"

"Yes. Ma'am!"

The cane turned out to be less robust than the one Rosanne had used on her bottom in prison and broke at the twentieth stroke. The remaining twenty were done with a whip. Rosanne added twelve more to punish Lisa for using substandard materials!

It took Lisa until well after dark before Rosanne was satisfied with her cleaning. She gave her twenty more lashes and sent her outside to sleep on the lawn, naked and cold as the temperatures dropped. At six, Lisa was standing to receive her morning flogging. Rosanne had to secure her first and it all took longer to prepare than at the prison, where several other guards had been around to assist Rosanne, but it was not long before leather cut into flesh and the sound cracked briskly out in the morning air.

As soon as she had finished, Lisa was allowed to dress in bra and briefs and go for her morning training run. When she returned, she was roughly stripped and tied up by the feet and hoisted over a tree branch. Rosanne said to her. "I think you can hang around here for the day!"

At noon the thirsty Lisa saw Rosanne come out of the house with a glass of water in her hand. Any thought that refreshment might be due for the upside down and dangling Lisa soon vanished as her captor drank the glass dry herself. Lisa was left alone until evening when Rosanne came back with a riding crop.

"LIsa needs putting to sleep for the night!" said Rosanne.

She then started going up and down Lisa whipping every part of her body with the crop. Soon she was burning all over with the stinging impact as the leather thong came down remorselessly onto her skin. And it was not only her flesh that was on fire! Her head was spinning as she responded to the pain. Her groin ached with a craving desire for more of this punishment and she felt her juices running down her stomach as her vagina pulsed and throbbed with the sheer power of the most incredible orgasm she was ever to experience again in her life.

Rosanne left her hanging for the night and Lisa's dreams were full of one lurid image after another. It was a cold night, but when she woke in the morning, she was drenched with sweat. Then Rosanne came out and whipped her again, and again and again until her body was raw. After that she left her all day, after giving her something to drink, for she was thirsty to the point of delirium after nearly two days.

Lisa had been a week hanging upside down and beaten several times daily, before Rosanne released her and told her she had satisfied her twisted appetite for ever as far she, Lisa, was concerned. Because she was so weak after her ordeal Lisa needed to be assisted back into her home and Rosanne put her to bed, caring for her until she recovered. They slept together every night and both declared to the other that they had enjoyed the love as much as they had revelled in the torture.

Just before her guest left, Lisa examined herself carefully. Despite the mind blowing amount of quite extraordinary pain she had inflicted on her body, Rosanne had, in accordance with Lisa's instruction, left no lasting mark and her skin was as flawless as ever. Flawless that is, except for the many scars  from her fights, a collection which was nowhere near complete as yet and which she would bear proudly for the rest of her life.

Although the rest of Rosanne's visit was left to Lisa's showing her the sights and the surrounding country, there was one last treat she had to offer her guest and benefactor. On Rosanne's last morning at the cottage, Lisa bent over, presenting her buttocks for one last blistering attack before the whip was laid down for the last time. Not long after this, Rosanne left to return to her own country, now freed of its old regime, but still with a prison system whose cruelties no Western tourist in their right mind would dream of sampling. Rosanne would watch over many naked young inmates in solitary in the years ahead but none would ever inspire her as Lisa had and none would be there for so long.

A month after Rosanne left, Lisa and Giles were married at St George's Hanover Square. She continued her career as an undefeated female fighter until shortly after her twenty-fifth birthday, when she fought a ferocious, merciless eighteen year old Amazon who gradually and remorselessly wore her down for ten rounds and, over the folowing seven, pulped her before knocking her out for her first and only time. Samantha was there to witness this and wept, knowing she would never see Lisa fight again.

Not long after this setback she became pregnant and was happy to abandon her brutal pastime, letting her hair grow full-length and becoming, to everyone's relief, a model wife and mother to four girls, not one of whom was to be spoiled as Lisa had once been. Giles and Lisa's father might have wished to indulge these four beauties but Lisa had a way of crushing both with one icy look!

THE END