The whip fell on Red Feline's chest and neck in quick successive lashes that left a trail of stinging pain over her skin. The lashes were hard, they felt like knives cutting her flesh, the pain was just as if she was being cut with a razor. Her legs trembled from the pain but also because of the memories of her night hanging from the tree, her first night at least, when she dared to do what she had wanted so badly and for so long.

After hanging naked in the tree for a while, she began to feel her hands growing numb. She was going through the motions of her suffering, both the real one as the ropes cut her wrists, and the one she was imagining at that time.

She was playing the part of Piroska's mother, as she was left to hang, burning slowly, the life leaving her body with every drop of her blood.

At one point she had enough and reached back with her feet to find the spot on the tree for her to help herself off the ropes. She knew she was running a risk. What if her parents or anyone at all walked out to the garden and found her hanging naked? She could pretend someone did that to her...but...it would be so embarrassing.

Red Feline managed to find her support on the tree and pushed herself up, grabbing the ropes and pulling herself up to the branch. She was strong and light, so it was not hard to get herself up on the tree, to mount the branch, naked as she was, feeling the wood on her pussy. She had to use her teeth to loosen the ropes that were tight on her wrists.

When her hands were free, she saw the deep marks of the ropes around her thin wrists. "It will take time for them to return to normal.", she remembered thinking then.

While she hung, she felt the need of touching herself, but she couldn't, so now that she was free and on the tree, still naked and with the sensation of the pain around her wrists, she began to caress herself. She was sufficiently stimulated that it didn't take long for her to reach an orgasmic climax, up on the tree, naked, perilously hanging from the branches, the ground far below, her clothes hanging on a branch under her. The images of Piroska's mother, hanging naked, arrows stuck in her body, flames slowly licking her flesh.

Red Feline felt how the whip was ripping off, ever so slowly, the leftover rags that still covered her breasts. Her torturer was bent on undressing her with the whip, lashing for as long as he needed to lay her breasts bare.

She felt how the leather was breaking through her ragged top, exposing her skin to the whip. Her position made her so vulnerable that she anticipated every lash. She could guess, if he kept a pattern, where the next lash would fall. For now he concentrated on her chest, over her top, shredding it apart.

Every time her whipped back touched the surface of the cold metal net behind her, it was as if she was being hit again, each of the lash wounds on her back seemed to open as well, while the nail seemed to wrench her apart.

The lash finally sliced a large piece of her garment, exposing her belly.

"Eight!", the young slave cried out as the lash fell on Piroska's legs. She was holding on to the pillar, making it her refuge, combating the pain on her back with the pleasure on her chest.

Her nipples were so hard they were almost popping out. So sensitive that she had to press her breasts apart so the surface of the pillar would not touch the tips. "Nine!", said the young slave doing the counting and the lash fell on Piroska's back again. She had her mouth open, as if trying to breath, but actually she was keeping herself from crying or screaming. The memories of those who had suffered before her kept her feelings in perspective.

Her pain was nothing in comparison to what her mother, her aunt and that poor slave she saw nailed, suffered. "Ten!", the slave woman counted and the lash crashed against her back again.

Piroska rose slowly up the pillar, helping herself with the ropes she was grabbing to release the pressure to her wrists. As she pulled herself up, she wrapped her legs around the post, unwittingly exposing her intimacies, leaving them open for the whip which reached her at the count of "Eleven!".

The man was not aiming for her ass, but that's where the lash went when she pulled herself up. It hit her lower parts, touching her exposed genitalia. This time, she cried out in pain and slumped down.

One lash went over Red Feline's breast, exposing unmarked skin. Only her side and her legs showed any whip marks. She heard the whistling sound of the whip and she knew where it would end this time. It hit her across her exposed breast, right on her nipple. Until then, the lashes, as painful as they were, had not touched her most sensitive parts. With this lash, her pain reached a new threshold. She felt like fainting, but the next lash made that impossible.

The pain was as intense as she had imagined but harder to bear than what she thought she could in her fantasies. She remembered how she felt disappointed that she didn't have some accomplice for her games in the garden. She would've had a better time if someone had been there with the whip when she hung naked from the branches in her secret torture garden.

It was ironic that now, when she accidentally found one who would lash her willingly, it was not what she had hoped or imagined. He was not her dream lover, he was not her companion in fantasies, he was simply a Man in Black who was going to put an end to her misery, maybe.