Red Feline felt the cold metal piercing her skin and opening up a space between her rib bones while her warm blood streamed down her chest. She felt the drops of sweat under her chin run down her neck. Some drops accumulated over her eyebrows and ran to the sides and around her eyes, and more of them were running down her forehead and the back of her head.

When the nail was firmly thrust in her, the Man in Black stopped pressing and let it stand there on its own. The blood stopped flowing as the nail itself blocked its path.

Red Feline let out weak cry as the pain seemed to numb her. Her mind reached again a territorys in the middle of two worlds and she had a chance to see how the Man in Black raised her by her panties again, grabbing her leg as well.

She was his for him to do with her as he pleased, and he was about to do that when Red Feline, to her relief, crossed the invisible wall between times.

Piroska was dragged out to the post. There was a rope hanging from the top and at the end of it, on the ground, a long wooden log. The soldiers threw Piroska to the ground and one of them pressed her down stepping on her back while the other quickly placed the wooden log over her shoulders and her neck.

Another soldier ran in and with him another man. They both joined in the efforts to control the fighting young slave who was not giving up. The man proceeded to tie her feet together with the rope brought with him. He was also carrying a whip.

Piroska's wrists were tied to the ends of the long log, stretching her until her arms were almost paralell to the log. The rope was pulled up raising Piroska until she was hanging, her arms fully stretched out, her naked body facing the post, her feet tied together.

The man with the whip stood behind her, admiring, perhaps, the naked body full of welts.

"She was whipped already" he commented. "Yes.", one of the soldiers responded, "She's to be whipped again. Twenty lashes.". The man raised the whip, Piroska closed her eyes.

Red Feline wasn't sure, but when she returned into her body, transposing the border lines of her interchanging dimensions, she felt both the pain that made her body shake endlessly, and what she could almost interpret as the shivering of the tail end of an orgasm.

There was some kind of release all over her body, the same release she felt at the conclusion of one of her fantasies, after she helped her body reach the highest point of her pleasure. "Did he penetrate me?", she asked herself while at the same time remembering that he had.

Or maybe it was that other dimension, the one where her fantasies formed, where she suspected she was, still, facing the green pillar in the old house, touching herself. Or maybe he just fucked her while she was unconscious.

The point was, that at the end, she had felt the release, and that's what counted.

Piroska felt the first lash on her back as a knife cutting her flesh. She clenched her mouth and opened her eyes wide. Her outstreched arms were killing her, the ropes around her wrists were pressing harder as her body kept pulling her down.

For a moment she hesitated, she reconsidered her position. If what she was feeling was the beginning of hell, maybe it was not worth it. A second lash cutting across her waist made her clenched her teeth again. She didn't want to scream.

Her tormentor lashed her again and her body shook, beating against the post in front of her. Her tied feet did not allow her to look for a rest for her body.

The fourth lash cut at an angle from her right shoulder down. Piroska bent her knees in pain.

The Man in Black released Red Feline from her bonds and lowered her to the floor, confident that she was not going anywhere. His confidence coming from Red Feline herself, who knew she could not move and gave his mind that assurance.

Red Feline saw that the moment had come to wake up, she had reached an orgasm, after all, and she was done with her game, her fantasy, her dream.

One thing intrigued her. Normally her heroines suffered a lot more than what she did before she gave way to her climax and after reaching an orgasm.

After she was done she always found herself back in the real world, under her blankets, or in the bathtub, or as she was hoping, in the empty room in the old house. But as the cold wooden floor apprached her, Red Feline crossed the line to the other dimension and saw Piroska hanging suffering the cutting lash.