Elsa's eyes burned with fury as she whiped the spittle from her face with the back of her hand. Then, her lips turned upwards in a sly grin and she began to lick the spit from her fingers.
"Good, good." She cooed "This game's no fun if it's to easy."
She pressed the end of the riding crop against Edith's cheek, stroking it with the leather strap, then drew it down her small body, between her breasts, across her midrift, then drew circles around her groin.
Elsa teased Edith's ringlets, twisting the blonde curls around her leather-clad finger.
"It'll be so much fun to break that defiant spirit!"
Edith lunged forward and vainly tried to bite Elsa's finger, but her restraints held fast.
"Oo-ooh!" Elsa grinned, positively brissling.
Then she strode away taking a couple more expeimental swishes then stood legs apart feet planted, pulled her gloves up, glexed her fingers and raised her riding crop.
The first blow caught Edith's cheek, burning it with pain. Despite herself, she let out a cry. She bit her lip to silence herself for the next blow.
Elsa cracked the crop again, and again, and again, each strike tearing skin or clothing. All the time Elsa laughed manicaly.
Soon Edith was in so much pain, that she gave up trying to hold back her cries, this only delighted her tormentor all the more.
After what had seemed like an eternity Edith hung from the cross, her skin covered in stinging, red welts and only a few scraps of the doll's old dress covering her dignity.
Elsa bun had started to unravel from her exertions, beads of perperation had formed on her white skin. As she breathed her bosom rose and fell dramatically, causing her pale nipples to creep forth from her bodice's cups.
"Well, my sweet," said Elsa between breaths "are you ready to be a good little girl for your mistress?"
Edith slowly raised her head, her blonde curls damp, and said...
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