Julia's thighs and crushing the rope even further into her tender flesh.  Diane, unable to contain her excitement, pulled Julia's head forward and kissed her hard on the lips, forcing her tongue deeply into Julia's mouth.

"I'm going to have you, you dirty slut" she whispered, "after you've learned what real pain feels like," and with that she hauled Julia six inches higher, lifting her clear of the floor Diane pulled out her whip and applied it with venom to every part of Julia's rubber covered body, her echoing screams eventually subsiding to a pitiful sobbing.

Julia was untied and fell backwards, spread-eagled on the floor and was unable to resist as Diane lowered herself on top of her.  Despite her body smarting all over, she found herself responding to Diane's thrusting crotch, more so when she felt Diane's leather gloved hands extract her red striped tits which were deliciously kissed and sucked. Diane soon reached an orgasm and as soon as it was over, to Julia's surprise, she slapped her hard across the face.

"You dirty bitch," she snapped, "I'm the only one who's having the pleasure around here."  She got up and opened the door to the outside playing fields and shoved the trembling Julia towards it telling her that she had better get running.

Julia spotted a gap in the hedge at the bottom of the field and forced her aching body to run towards it, hoping for an escape.  Almost falling over as she splashed and slid through a pool of water, spattering her boots and legs with mud, she found herself in a small field bordered by a swampy lake that there was no way around.   There was a long plank of wood that reached from the bank to a small island in the midst of the marsh.  Hearing Diane splashing through the mud behind her, Julia clambered down the plank and pulled it away from the bank just before Diane got there, not thinking that she would wade out after her. But Diane was already stepping into the mire, knowing from experience that the water between her and the island would reach just above her knees, although the level had risen somewhat after all the recent rain.  She confidently took another step forward tingling with excitement of the familiar sound and feeling of the mud sucking at her booted legs.  Halfway there the water was already pressing against her knees.

"If I get water in my boots, you WILL be sorry," she warned Julia, hoping that the swollen lake would soon engulf them.  Sure enough, as Diane neared the island, the water was within an inch of her boot tops.  She was finding it difficult to keep her hands away from between her legs, knowing the pleasure that her next step would bring.

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