He begins stalking over to her, but one of the guards beats him there, cutting him off with his dominating body. He gets behind her and puts his work boot on her back, pressing his weight on her. Her body is pushed down and almost touches the vomit.
“Put it back where it came from while keeping your hands behind your back.” He glowers down at the back of her head.
Shaking violently, the woman opens her mouth and begins wrapping her lips around the chunks on the ground, swallowing them while gagging. After she finishes with the bigger pieces, she sticks out her tongue and licks up the liquid from the floor.
She almost vomits again, but shakes it off and quickly laps up the rest of it.
I couldn’t watch much of it, but it was so silent in the room you could hear the slurping and swallowing noises, and that was enough to make me gag multiple times.
“Good girl,” he says as he swats her ass a few times.
Without missing a beat, Will continues, “As I was saying, your training is flogging today, and you will be hooked up to one of the pillories behind me.”
Letting curiosity get the best of me, I side-eye the wall to the right and notice all kinds of whips, floggers, chains, and other various items hanging there.
Some of them look like they came right out of medieval times. I know they can’t inflict extreme damage to our bodies since we have already been purchased. It wouldn’t be a good look for them as the sellers.
However, they could cause a significant amount of pain in places hidden from public view. Bruises, scrapes, and cuts can be hidden under clothing. Most would heal and cause minimal scarring.
Will walks down the line, opening the pillories. Our wrists and heads will be confined, leaving us in a bent-over standing position, completely exposed.
“Please pick a pillory and position yourself accordingly,” Will states as though this is a normal everyday thing to do. I guess for him, it is.
I drag my feet over to one at the very end, as far away from the wall of whips as possible, slowly placing my wrists in the wooden semi-circles and then my head, resting my neck on it. It seems like the perfect height. I look down and notice they can be adjusted on the sides if not.
Hurriedly snapping it shut and locking it down, Rio rounds on me where I can see him, brushing his fingers along my jaw. His eyes look wild as he leans in inches from my face. “We are going to have so much fun today, princess.” He moves behind me where I can’t see him, and I try to stop my body from shaking so much. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of how terrified I really am.
He runs his hand over my butt, down my thighs and calves. “So smooth, but not for long,” he whispers.
“You sadistic asshole!” I whisper-yell at him.
He spanks me hard, and I wince at the pain. This is going to be the least amount inflicted on me today.
“Guards, please grab the leather floggers with the leather knotted handles. Ladies, you are in luck. We are starting with an easy one, and we will work our way up,” Will shouts, clapping.
I hear footsteps shuffle over to what I call the Wall of Terror. I can shift my head slightly to the right and left, but not all the way, so I’m only able to see the guards move over there quickly, selecting their floggers.
Rio moves around me so he is standing directly behind me.
“I’m not going easy on you today, princess. In fact, I want to mark your pretty skin as much as possible,” he whispers in my ear with venom in his voice.
“When flogging, you want to hit the buttocks, upper thigh, and back. Those are your main points of target,” Will instructs as he walks back and forth like some kind of deranged professor.
Rio lightly grazes the leather flogger over my backside; I can feel the multiple leather string-like pieces, and goosebumps break out all over my body.
Whack.I let out a whine-like sound as the flogger hits the back of my thighs, feeling the sting directly after the hit. It’s not as bad as I thought he was going to strike me the first time, but I know this is going to get progressively worse.
Whack. Pause. Whack. Pause. Whack.
Rio delivers a series of hits on my shoulders, lower back, and butt.
My body instinctively tries to move forward away from the pain being inflicted on it, but the pillory holds me in place, pushing back against my chest, not allowing me to move anywhere.
Rio huffs as he hits me harder in other places on my backside.
Whack. Whack. Whack.
I cry out, wanting to fall to the ground, but the pillory holds me upright in place. I can’t even get on my knees. I have no choice but to stay standing. My wrists are straining against the wood, and I know there will be marks there as well.
