The whip hissed by as it came down on Red Feline's legs and ass, finally breaking her panties and baring her intimacy. The whip bisected her panties, and as they fell away, it dug into her pussy in a way that she hadn't felt before. She felt the humiliation of the exposure of her body, she felt as if she was being invaded. She wanted to cry more than anything but at the same time she felt a tingling sensation over the pain, as if she was being touched, softly.

Again she felt as if in a dream, looking down on her body, her lashed back, her bleeding buttocks, her long red hair covering her face, her arms stretched up to the limits of discomfort and right below her, at her feet, she saw the wooden floor turn into dirt and a post planted firmly on that soil. And she saw her ankles tied behind the post.

Piroska was looking down as she heard the soldier scream "Three!", and heard the sound of the whip as it broke the air before crashing on her waist. She was looking at her feet tied behind the post as if she was looking at them through different eyes, as if she was not there.

She saw the whip wrap itself around her waist and she saw how the friction of the lash cut a thin line into her as it was pulled away. There was no pain at the very beginning, just the numbing sensation of her flesh being pounded. But seconds later a burning sensation rose up her body. It was fast, but lasted so long. She lifted her eyes up to the sky again and clenched her teeth as she heard the soldier cry out "Four!". The whip fell on her legs this time, hitting both of them at an angle, the top of it was close to her hip.

She pulled her body up in pain, trying to find a resting position with her bound feet. But she found none and her body pulled her down again, stretching her arms. "Five!", the soldier cried again, and Piroska closed her eyes and saw beyond the darkness at the redheaded woman who was receiving the lash on her buttocks. Piroska felt the pain as hers, and realized that she was in both places...she began to wonder why.

The lash fell again between Red Feline's legs, bringing out a scream of pain to bounce off the walls of the dark room. She was aware of two distinct moments now, no longer a witness to both, but rather a participant.

As if those moments were part of the same. Perhaps both were the demented dream of a delusional woman rubbing her body against the cold column inside an empty room of an abandoned house.

She was expecting to suddenly disappear, to return to the mind from whence she came.

But the pain on her legs and ass told her a different story, the torture was real and perhaps the pain was bringing those delusions of other times, other moments, other tortures, other lashes falling on her chest as she hanged from a cross in some other dimension, some other time when she had another name and a different purpose in life.

"Six!", the soldier cried out and the lash hit Piroska's loins at the very same moment when a lash broke the skin of Red Feline's hips. Both screams sounded as one.

Red Feline felt the pain of the lash on Piroska's breasts at the same time when the lash was falling on her back.

There was a double feeling on her body as if her constant transposition between time and space had brought her to inhabit two bodies at the same time.

But when she looked down and through her legs to her reflection in the mirror, she saw her naked ass with different eyes.

The sight was obscured by the pain of a lash crashing against her breast, she opened her eyes to see the soldier raising the whip again to send it flying to the crucified slave. "Seven!".

The soldier sent the seventh lash under her breasts, Piroska held her scream and tried to pull her body up again but couldn't. She was having difficulty breathing, her stretched arms were no longer capable of raising her, her head was to the side, resting on her shoulder. "Eight!", the soldier counted and the lash fell on her shoulder, near her face. Piroska didn't move her head. Again, darkness envelope her and her pain now came from the other body, the one that was now limply hanging by her wrists behind her back.

Red Feline was out in the dark world until she felt a sharp pain on her chest. She could barely take air in without causing her chest to hurt. Her arms, stretched back, were numb, so were her wrists. How long had she been hanging like this? She didn't know, she was barely conscious.

From outside her body, she saw how she was taken down from the chain that held her up.

The man grabbed the shackles and pulled them off the chain, freeing her wrists. As the blood slowly moved through its blocked territory, first a tingling sensation invaded her hands and arms, followed by sharp pains.

He pulled her up a bit to then slowly lower her to the floor, there was something approaching gentleness as he placed her on the cold wood. The torture was over. She looked down at her body, her bloodied back and chest, her covered face seemingly restful.