Janice couldn't understand why they wanted to hurt her. She could tell them nothing because she knew nothing.

The tall, attractive statuesque beauty was tied securely by the wrists that were stretched above her head. Her bared perfectly shaped breasts were also stretched taut by the position of her arms. Her ankles had been tied wide apart and only hr brief panties covered her genital area. She whimpered at the lovely, but cruel faced Karen, standing in front of her, dressed in a perfectly tailored uniform that only added to Janice's embarrassment.

"Who are the men, Janice, who are these naughty men who are trying to usurp the government?" Karen asked in a silky, soft voice, her face only inches from the frightened woman.

"Please ... I don't know, please believe me," Janice whimpered helplessly.

"Oh dear," Karen sighed with exaggerated impatience, "I had hoped that by stripping you and tying you up like this you would realise we mean to find out. I can find out, you know, I can find every little secret your lovely head is hiding from me."

"Please, please," Janice whimpered again, shudders of fear rippling though her shapely body.

Karen studied the silky smooth skin and the curvy shape of her captive's figure. The perfection of the tapering thighs swelling out to the pantie covered hips, the slightly thrusting mound hidden by the panties and the blonde pubic bush also hidden by the panties. Karen hoped that Janice didn't know anything. It was going to be too divine having this superb young woman completely at her mercy.

"Do you remember, Janice, when I used to be your maid? And, when you were late home and would tell all those nasty little lies and make me back you up all the time?"

Janice blushed again. Yes it was true, this lovely brunette in front of her used to be her personal maid and now ... Janice was trembling all over again.

Karen stood just inches from her tied captive. Janice moaned in fear when she felt her torturer's hand ease their way into the back of her panties and the fingers spread out over the soft mound of her rounded bottom. She gasped when her nates were gently pulled apart and a finger stroked over the smooth skin of her anus.

"It's no use you thrusting forwards, my pretty lass, you see I can still do it and now you're pressing your crotch against me!"

Janice winced as she realised that her body had come into contact with the sadist and that her bum cheeks were still pulled apart with the finger still feeling her arsehole.

"Please ... no ... no, I beg you. Please stop," she implored the woman as her face turned red with shameful blushes. She could feel the finger stroking harder and harder over the soft smooth slit of her arse and shudders of revulsion rippled through her body enhancing her terror. She tried to wriggle but the manacles on her wrists and ankles held her firmly. She tried very hard to break the bonds as she felt her panties being eased down her thighs and left stretched tightly at her knees.

Karen stepped back and Janice stood helplessly spreadeagled as her naked body was studied lecherously by her ex-maid. She fought back the tears of anger, shame and humiliation.

Then Karen turned away from her, walked a few steps and picked something up from a table. As she started to walk back to where Janice hung in her bonds, as gasped came from Janice's mouth when she saw what Karen was carrying. In her hand she had a long thin supple cane which she bent in half then allowed Janice to see it spring back into shape.

Karen stepped to one side of her captive and Janice stared wide eyed and terrified at the cane and Karen.

Then the cane whistled down towards Janice's naked arse and as it bit into her flesh and fire tore through her nates, Janice stretched forwards as far as the ropes would let her, which was very little, and her head went back as screams of pain were emitted from her lips. Again and again the cane whistled down unerringly on her shapely bum and each time it struck more heart rending screams came from her mouth and she tried to dance away from it, all to no avail. Karen brought the cane down twelve times, each stroke leaving a bright red weal and a terrible pain filled stripe. Janice screamed and tried to writhe but all that could be seen was a severely red striped arse wriggling from side to side.

Again Karen demanded that the lovely woman reveal names and again Janice insisted that she didn't know.

"Very well."

Karen gave another sigh and then stood to the other side of Janice's body.

Suddenly the cane came whistling down and struck Janice's tits. The blonde screamed in a frenzy of pure agony. Her nipples seemed to spring out and then they were feeling the unbearable pain of the thin cane as Karen brought it down with sadistic relish across the juddering globes. Screams of demonic agony filled the sound proofed chamber and when each tit had been caned a dozen times, Karen put the cane down.

"Oh, you are so very stubborn," Karen said in her soft, sweet voice.

"I don't know ... oh please believe me, I don't know," Janice cried.

"Are you just being stubborn, Janice?"

"No ... I beg you, I can't stand this pain," she cried as her beaten tits were held gently in Karen's hands.

"You don't like swearing or coarse language, do you Janice?"

"No ... oh please my breasts ... please no more I implore you," she sobbed.

Her arse and breasts were filled with such agonising pain and it coursed through her entire body.

"Prove to me that you are willing to co-operate," Karen said craftily.