When Red Feline assumed that another cutting lash on her breast would make her faint, another new sensation prove her wrong. The whip did not land on her breast, it came up from below, in between her legs and right over her pussy. Her body shook with this new sensation as her parted labial lips began to pulsate wildly.

Her torturer had been saving the invasion of her most sensitive parts for a while. Again, there was no rest, no mercy for the new target. The whip went on and on, licking her swelling pussy at each stroke.

To Red Feline it was as if her whole body was on fire, at each stroke she could single out the sharp sting on her flesh, cutting through her panties, and before any relief would come to her aid, a new, fresh pain would be added.

The pussy lashing went on for what seemed to the chastised woman like an eternity. Each lash sending her into wild rushes, twirling rushes where she had no control, where she felt she was flying as if sucked up by a tornado.

It took a great effort on her part to jump over to the dimension of safety from where she could see her body while at the same time she could see through the walls and out into another time.

Piroska was dragged to the presence of the Governor who smiled, amused. He first admired her naked body, which even with the welts adorning her skin, was very tight, slender and beautiful.

It was the first time he was seeing her body completely naked and felt sorry that he didn't instruct his soldiers to leave her dressed. Everyone had a view of her beauty, and in some way, he felt it lessened her value.

But he wasn't after her body, he had that, it was her spirit that he was attracted to. It was her rebellious attitude that gave her an overwhelming power over him. He had to conquer her by the end of the day.

Piroska didn't want to loo at him, she was looking down at the white marble floor, her body hanging from the strong grip of the soldiers, her knees touching the cold surface of the floor, her loose hair covering her face.

She was wondering what to do next.

The lash cut through Red Feline's panties again, she shook and looked up as if searching for the sky beyond the dark ceiling. She missed the light of day, the warm rays of the sun on the mostly cold city.

She was freezing. In this city, when the sun was gone the cold came in. People went out to the street to warm up, away from the shade. But the cold was not like that of a winter city. It was dry and a nice alpaca sweater was all that was needed to be warm.

The sun was hot but only on contact, the city was so high up that the air was thin and insufficient, people had big lungs.

And now, in that dark room where the sun had no place, she was cold. Her nipples stood erect and her skin tightened. It was as cold as in the night, but she didn't know if it was night or day, not even which day. She wasn't sure how long she had been there, she didn't know if she was missed at home or not, she didn't know if there was a search party canvassing the streets looking for her.

She missed her bed and the warmth of her blankets under which she could safely imagine Piroska's story.

"The whipping softened you, yes?", The Governor finally spoke teasingly. Piroska's long red hair covered her face, her eyes hiding behind, still looking down.

"Treat your master nicely.", were the words of the slave woman who advised her before she was taken away. It was good advice falling on deaf ears. She was thinking of her next move, quietly, her body tense, her eyes shining so much she had to hide her face, keeping her head bowed, staring at the marble floor.

This was taken as a sign of humble contrition by the Governor, who ordered the soldiers to raise they young woman to her feet. The soldiers pulled her up gently until she was facing the Governor, her face still down, her feet touching the cold marble floor, her arms firmly in the grip of the soldiers.

The Governor gave them a signal and the soldiers dragged her a few steps nearer to the man who looked at her with a mixture of amusement, tenderness and admiration. She froze in that position, her arms at her sides, her body folded over her knees, her back shining, the welts visible and almost grotesque. Piroska didn't move, she didn't show any emotion, she was waiting to see what would happen next. The Governor reached to touch Piroska's chin to raise her head up to see him.

But this time she had no control and she had been hanging for a long while, longer than anytime before, and yet, there was that feeling of familiarity, the feeling that she had gone through some experience that was worse, much worse than what she was going through now.