I sighed quietly.I sighed quietly. "Let's see," she said. There was a whish through the air, and the wide strap she wielded came down on my buttocks. Hot pain spread across me, and the strap came down again. The inflaming pain was more than I could bear, yet I thought to myself that I will endure, I will take. If not because I am a good slave, but because Lynn is so dear to me. I wanted her to push herself, and this pushed me. The strap came down again, and again. There was a voice in my ear; I had lost track of reality as I was whipped, but I knew who this was: the Ssphynx I had seen earlier. "Enjoy it," he whispered. The pain flowed into me, and I could feel it wrapping itself around me, even to parts pressed against the column. My head spun as shock after shock struck me, and the strap lowered to my thighs, pain streaking out of there with crystal clarity. Oh gods, it hurt, but I understood the Ssphynx, as I only understood during punishment, the sole isolation of pain, taking me further and further. My body burned, tears flowed from my eyes as I rested my head against the column, tension in every knotted muscle, as the strap fell again and again, in unending torment. Nobody counted, nobody sought to stop her. And as she pushed me, I knew she could flay the flesh from my bones and I wouldn't have cared, lost as I was in the release that punishment gives. But, mercifully, she didn't. The blows stopped, and soft fingers stroked something cooling onto my tortured flesh. But it was only when the fingers left me that I sagged away from the column. I couldn't tell my condition, so utterly drained was I. I heard Lynn speaking, and the fetters were released. I was grabbed by strong arms and lowered to the floor. Blinking and looking up I could see Lynn and the Ssphynx standing over me. "Rowan tells me you've never been pushed so hard before, slave. |