" He nodded and turned his face towards the rack, as the first strike came down, softly and easily." He nodded and turned his face towards the rack, as the first strike came down, softly and easily. She followed it with a second, and he seemed to just float away that fast, without any real impetus. I could feel it happening to him... he was still there, on the rack, but what he was changed before my eyes, under the lash. She started to build, getting harder, building until his body shook with each impact, building fast until he roared and flung himself away from the rack as far as the restraints would allow, shaking. She dropped the whip and slammed her body hard up against his, holding him tightly. I could see her Felinzi claws digging into his chest. "Doing good, Aaden. Doing it hard." He gasped. She bit him on the back of the neck, hard, and I could see his body fight this new source of pain, before she dropped him completely. "Your coimelin will do the rest." She pointed to another, heavier whip. I picked it up, appreciating its heft, weight and balance. It was a white leather, 18-tailed thing about 60cm long. I swung it carefully before draping it over my shoulder. I reached out and caressed his back, feeling the heat emanating even through his beautiful fur. I stepped back and took a swing, gently. He shuddered. I took another, harder, and more, never quite building to the level of intensity Tana had reached when she had finally pushed him too far for his immediate condition. I began to swing harder, pushing him further and further into his pain. I began to build further, and each impact left a deep, hot stripe where the strands came together against his fur. I slowed down, taking each one slower, watching his reactions as he shuddered against the rack. He legs were starting to tremble, visibly. I walked forward and ran my hands along the insides of his thighs, stopping as the back of my hand brushed his balls. "How you doing, Aaden?" His eyes opened, fluttering against his will. "I... I love you," he gasped. He was starting to fade from us, his eyes glazing over. "Five more, from each of us?" "As hard as you can," he whispered, begging. I nodded, smiling reassuringly. "You'll get what you want." I stepped back and handed the whip to Tana. "Five, 'as hard as you can.'" I emphasized his words. She nodded and stepped back, taking careful aim before taking her shot, striking him hard. |