A vicious lash fell over Red Feline's eyes. She was fast enough to close them and move her head away from the cutting edge of the leather, but she still felt as if her eyes were going to explode.

She sensed that the Man in Black meant business. She read once in a book something she found mesmerizing while at the same time boring, how a man being whipped before his crucifixion was blinded by the whip as it hit his face and tore his right eye out of its socket.

It was a gruesome description that for her was very seductive. In her mind, she questioned this passion over and over and never found an answer. Her attraction to those scenes she played in her head over and over again were impossible to avoid or ignore.At times she thought she was not well in her head.

The whip fell across her chest, removing another piece of her garment. She went outside of her body and rose above herself to see her chest as it was beginning to be exposed. She liked herself in that position, she liked her body...but she was also afraid of where these events were taking her.

It was as if she had traveled in time and was having a physical experience of what, until then, were simply flights of a vivid imagination.

Red Feline saw Piroska embracing the pillar, her legs open around the contour of the round marble, her body sweating, her eyes teary. "Thirteen!", the young slave cried out as the lash fell on Piroska's back. The young woman threw her head back in pain, her eyes opened to see the high ceiling, her wrists tied together, her arms stretched by the weigh of her body pulling her down. "Fourteen!", the woman counted in her emotional, sharp voice and the whip fell over Piroska's shoulders, reaching around her body and hitting her breast.

A sharp cry came out of the rebel's lips as the tip of the lash came in contact with the tip of her nipple.

Piroska closed her eyes in pain, clenched her teeth, bitting her tongue in the process. "Sixteen!" cried the now familiar voice and the lash went under her legs, hitting her wet pussy, making her jump up, her feet dangling off the ground as she pulled herself up, her head reaching the ring that held her. She tried to keep her body up there, as if she was trying to escape, she closed her legs while hanging. "Seventeen" was the next lash that went to her legs which she kept closed tight as she held her body up in the air. "Eighteen!", cried the young slave and Piroska lost her strength and slumped down as the lash went flying through the air and hit her around her waist.

Red Feline's torso was now more exposed, one breast shining under the low light of the lamp. It looked like a ripe fruit, ready to be eaten. She was looking down from her perch in the safe dimension where she was not the active victim, but the passive spectator.

She was attracted to her own body and she didn't have to guess how the Man in Black felt. She could still get into his head, since he was apparently her own creation and, of course, he was enjoying the sight and his mouth was watering with the desire of sucking that tender but hard nipple.

In fact, Red Feline knew that he wanted to bite into them. Only once had someone bit her nipples, and not hard enough, but he had not gottten a chance to touch her ever again. He was out of her life for good.

She was not going to give that pleasure to just anybody, it was reserved for someone very special, someone who would be the true mate she was hoping for. But now she was in this mysterious man's hands and she had no choice in the matter.

The whip fell across her chest, baring her even more, perversely making her wish she was totally naked, making her wish he was inside her.

"Nineteen!", Piroska heard just before she felt the lash crashing against her back again, pushing her against the pillar, making her lose her breath. She opened her legs slowly, pressing herself against the cold surface, rubbing slowly against it, closing her eyes tight in anticipation, clenching her fists, tensing her muscles when she heard the loud voice of the slave woman who counted a final, "Twenty!" The lash flew through the thick air and fell crashing against her back.

Suddenly Piroska surprised herself and everyone in the chamber as she let out a loud and long scream that pierced the air. It was not a scream of pain, it was one of anger, she was ready to fight, her fury knew no bounds.

After, what Red Feline felt, were hundreds of lashes, her body was showing bloody marks, many of them on her breast where the whip kept falling again and again. She felt she was growing weaker, like she was passing out. "It would be a relief.", she thought, but the whip would not allow it. Her tormentor was measuring each stroke, calmly, methodically...he wanted her conscious for a long time.

The man grabbed the hanging part of her garment and pulled it away from her body, just for a moment, to have a clear view of her chest and to aim at her naked skin.

Red Feline was having doubts about the control she thought she had.

Maybe she was not reading his mind, maybe she was not putting those thoughts into him, maybe he wasn't her creation, a figment of her imagination. Maybe he was real, just as real as the pain she felt when the lash cut across her breast and then across her waist. Maybe this was reality, and not a dream.