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October
12th. (cont.)
Jan stopped flogging me, untied my hands and
lowered me to the cement floor.
I wanted to scream at him, but I knew better.
I wasn't going to get out of character. He left
me lying there, in the cement floor, my back aching.
After a short while he came back to me, pulled
me up and tied me up again. This time I was facing
him, my whipped back was against the hard wood.
He separated my hands and tied them, one at
a time, to the beam across the post. It formed a
perfect cross.
After fastening my wrists against the wood
he let me stay there, standing on my toes, stretched.
I was wondering how will the new whip feel against
my breasts. I was getting scared. I was still blindfolded.
Suddenly I felt the sting on my legs. Then
across my belly at least three times, he was going
to hit me on the chest, I knew it, I prepared myself.
but the next one came on my legs again and then
on my sides, just below my tits... and then, suddenly
I felt the most painful lash I received until now.
He hit both tits at once and right across both nipples.
I let our a howl, more than a scream I felt my feet
against the wooden post, as if I was climbing up,
my wrists were killing me. He was killing me.
After a few more lashes he took the blind fold
off. I could see him now, but I didn't want to look
at him, he was still hitting me.
Then he stopped. I was totally slumped down,
my legs hardly touching the cement floor. I knew
he was preparing the grand finale, I didn't know
what it was going to be now. |
