My skin is on fire. Tomorrow, I will be covered in bruises, probably worse.
“Your skin reddens so nicely for me,” Rio says, sucking on his teeth with approval.
I grit out a “fuck you” under my breath.
He must have heard it because he delivers absolute agony on my backside. The pain is unbearable, and I scream out.
My senses are heightened rapidly and at an all-time high. All I hear around me is the other women being beaten as well, crying and weeping for the guards to stop, which only makes them hit with more ferocity.
“Time to switch it up, guards; please take your leather floggers and place them in the black bin, and grab the black rubber floggers,” Will commands.
Will walks over to me and inspects my backside. Then, he gets directly in front of me, and I see the bulge in his pants.
“I might need you to help me with this later,” he whispers to me, grabbing himself.
I shudder, thinking of how he will abuse my mouth.
Rio returns and lightly caresses the backside of my body with the rubber flogger. The pieces feel longer and thinner, more painful.
He does not hold back this time.
Whack, whack, whack, whack.
Losing count of how many times he has hit my body, I feel lightheaded, as though I might pass out from the pain. I feel the small abrasions as the cool air hits them all up and down my body.
He keeps going, making sure to hit the cuts that have formed, deepening them.
I am going to vomit from the pain, but I stifle it down, knowing what would happen if I were to.
I try to will my brain to go elsewhere and not think of the pain being inflicted on my body.
Suddenly, Rio takes the handle of the flogger and roughly rubs it between my thighs, hitting my sensitive clit, still sore from yesterday.
“You’re so wet from this,” he says in a low tone, grinding himself against me so I can feel his arousal.
He could not be further from the truth. I am completely dry.
Suddenly, he shoves the handle up inside of me, and I scream at the unexpected intrusion. He begins brutally fucking me with the handle, eliciting more screams from me. He laughs and keeps going at a fast pace.
Deeper and deeper, he drives it into me. I am sure he has hit my cervix; I feel cramping. My entire body goes limp, and right before I am about to black out from the pain, he pulls it out of me and starts whipping my back in a quick pattern. My survival instincts kick in and keep me from blacking out.
I curse to myself, wanting to black out so I can escape the pain.
“Time is up. We will move to the final flogger, the horsehair flogger.” I can just hear the grin in Will’s voice. “Guards, remember we stick to the backside only. No marks are to be made anywhere else,” he instructs them.
I hear more shuffling over to the wall and then the floggers being tossed carelessly into the bin. The guards clap each other on the back, snickering at each other as if this is some kind of sport, complimenting each other’s technique.
The sick fucks.
Rio returns and puts himself at eye level with me, pure malice in his eyes as he says, “You’re going to love this one.” He shows me the long horsehair flogger, with tiny barbs scattered throughout the hair and a leather handle. He strokes it, and I flinch at the sight of it causing cuts to his hand, but he doesn’t wince. No, not Rio. He gets off on any type of pain infliction.
He slowly walks behind me.
My body is trembling with suspense. He soaks in my fear and is far from impulsive, wanting to enjoy every moment of this.
He brushes the flogger over my shoulder, letting it hang beside my neck where it strokes the top of my breast. Then, he does it to the other side.
My hands shake uncontrollably, and my teeth begin to chatter.
