After securing her foot to the frame, the Man in Black proceeded to pull the woman's free leg to the other side, thus opening and spreading her legs apart. He didn't take long to tie her stocking-covered leg to the the extreme right of the rectangle.

Red Feline was still in between two worlds, in one she was feeling how her legs were separated, her arms were stretched and how the nail in her back moved incessantly.

From outside of her, Red Feline could see her body, now in a spread eagle position, still covered by the rags hanging in front of her. It was an image that she had concocted before, nothing unusual. In that position she was available. Her whole body was exposed to whatever means of torture the man was about to employ on her.

Deep inside her she knew it was the perfect position of self-offering: legs and arms spread apart, as if saying, come and do whatever you want with me. She always thought that this was what men wanted, and nothing else.

And it was precisely what Piroska was unwilling to offer to the Governor. When the third lash hit her ass, she pressed herself harder against the cold pillar. She felt the surface against her most intimate parts, she was pressing herself to feel that way, it was something she could not avoid, as if her body was screaming for it. The fourth lash made her press harder, the pain made her jump a little, making her body move against the pillar. Her entire body was rubbing against the coolness of the marble in front to her.

The lashes were hard, not enough to break her skin, but large red welts became visible.

"Five!" the young woman counted as another lash crashed against Piroska's shoulders.

Red Feline was completely conscious and full of apprehension. She was almost resting on the metal net behind her, it's cold surface touching her bare, whipped back.

The Man in Black reached for the whip, hanging at the side of the frame. Red Feline saw his movements and tensed her muscles, readying herself for a new flogging.

The man raised the whip slowly so Red Feline could see. She trembled as she heard the hissing sound of the leather breaking the air and suddenly falling on her with a thud, parting her black top and kissing her skin.

She let out a moan and closed her eyes, as the whip whistled in its journey towards her flesh.

"Six!", the young slave chanted as the thick leather whip fell on Piroska's ass, crossing it with a large red welt. The young woman clenched her fists and teeth so as not to let a scream leave her mouth. A tear ran down her cheek.

Until that moment she resisted her need to cry in pain and humiliation, she didn't want to give in so easily. Her memories of the woman who was beaten to shreds and then nailed to the palisades gave her courage to resist. What she was receiving was nothing. Her aunt had received the whip and her back, to this day, showed the scars from the fierce beating.

She was being chastised, almost like a child who misbehaved. It was nothing. "Seven!", the young slave cried out, and the lash hit the middle of Piroska's back. She embraced the pillar to find refuge from the whip, yet its cold, satiny surface caressed her skin, giving her shivers of pleasure.

It was the first time she was naked before men and women, the first time she was beaten and the first time her skin was having both the pleasure of the pillar and the pain of the whip. She felt her thighs becoming wet.

Red Feline was struggling with feelings she had at the moment when the whip fell on her chest, over and over. She remembered the time when she tied herself to the tree. She had made loops on the ends of the ropes she had tied to the thick branches. It was night and she had just returned from the movies. There was a large garden in the back of the house where she lived then and there were many trees, so many that it was almost like a forest.

After tying the ropes with the loops, making sure that they were high enough for her to hang off the ground, she took her skirt and blouse off, she made sure that she was alone in the garden, the light of the moon shining over her. She took her bra and panties off as well and then climbed the tree to reach the loops, placing her feet in the crotch of a tree branch. Inserting her hands through the loops, she then held the ropes with her hands and swung free of the tree.

The weight of her body made the loops close tight around her wrists and she found herself hanging naked, her arms spread apart, just as she was now, the difference was that now someone was there holding a whip.