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lashing of Camille continued, it was just
the beginning and a long road ahead. I crossed
her belly with the whip while looking at her
face, looking at her breasts, her beautiful
breats, her tight body, her well formed legs.
I told myself a million times that I was a
lucky bastard, and a million times again that
I didn't deserve this luck.
I didn't have to ask myself why did I punish
myself with hopes and wants when just this
moment was more than I could ever ask from
anyone. I was doing what I wanted, she was
there for me for this moment, so, nothing
else mattered.
Camille was not aware of my thinking, I wasn't
expressing it, my covered face was not betraying
my thoughts. She was very much into her role
and nothing was going to break her away from
that. She had become a professional. The whip
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Lyvia
was taken to the governor's palace. The governor
was not pleased with the news that his commander
was killed by a runaway slave.
"So, a thief,
a runaway slave and a murderess!" He exclaimed
as he heard the story of the woman's capture
and the killing of his officer.
"We have the
proper treatment for all three crimes"
he said to the young woman who was trembling
before him.
"You will be
punished for all three." The soldiers knew
what he was referring to. They knew what they
had to do.
There was not trial,
no public announcement of such. Only that a
woman was going to receive her fitting punishment
for all of her crimes and it was going to be
immediate.
The soldiers dragged
the young woman out of the palace and to the
center of the city, where her punishment would
begin.
A man announced the
first punishment to the small crowd that began
to gather. "This woman was found guilty
of the crime of thievery. For such crime the
punishment is 100 lashes and the cutting off
her hands, but the Governor, in his mercy, has
ordered that we only break her bones. After
this she will be taken out of the walls of the
city, to be hanged from a cross for a day and
a night to be exposed"
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I
moved the camera closer to her, to have a
good view of her chest, the whipping marks,
the blood dripping down from the long wounds
on her flesh. The whip was cutting Camille,
was cutting Maricelli, was cutting the martyr
of her fantasies.
Camille's legs were trembling, her feet struggling
to stay on the sharp edge of the wooden support
under her, her back kept crashing against
the hard post behind her. Camille's wrists
were turning red under the shackles that kept
her hanging up from the post. The whip kept
falling on her.
There was no mercy on her torturer and she
didn't expect none. She was ready for a lot
more to come and she wasn't going to ask for
any pity. She was going to stay on course,
she was going to defy me, dare me, turn me
on.
After this evening was over, after her crucifixion,
after her torture, she was going to be free
to do what she wanted.
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I
stopped the flogging for a very short moment,
to move the camera up and zoom it on her face,
to have a view of her expressions and her breast.
I was going to aim the whip to those two points.
When I was flogging her, I hit her breasts and
her face a few times, there were marks at the
level of her shoulders, a reminder of where
the whip landed.
I made a mental note to place the camera in
position to get a closer view of that experience.
The session was going to last longer than the
previous one. I was going to try to take this
experience to a new level and to try something
I often thought about but never did.
If I had my way and all the means at my disposal
I would make the movie I wanted the way I wanted
and I knew that it would be a great movie. But
this was not that moment. I didn't have the
means to do it. I only had a great script and
a great actress for the part. So, instead of
my movie, I was doing this. A few video sketches
of that I wanted in those important scenes.
I didn't have to try her for those parts of
the movie that were not part of the character's
fantasies. The actual story of the movie. I
knew she would do well, just like she did in
the long movie we made not that long ago. I
wasn't worried about that.
I needed to know how the fantay parts would
work. I wanted to figure out how to work those
escenes. That was the purpose of this session.
But apart from that, it was something I wanted
to do, period. For my own, selfish reasons.
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