"You thought I would not care that you would ignore my questions? You thought I would not care that you were blatent in your actions? You thought I would not correct this?"
And with that you hear the hiss of the whip slide over the floor, the little tap as the popper on the end slaps concrete. Your eyes close because you know what he's doing, and slowly you see the end from the corner of your eye pull back and you bite your lip knowing that soon...you won't be able to even think.
"CRAAAAAAAAAAAAACK"
the whip snaps, and for a split second that's all you know...the sound...then the heat flows up your back white hot and blazing...and it slips to your head and every thought you had runs out on the burst of air from your lungs as you scream...your eyes pop open and you stand shivering, body in shock from the sensation and you are numb, cold, unmoving but for the chills racing over you and the panting of your breath...then again............. hiss..
"CRACK"
this time on the other side of your ass, and the pain flows up again to engulf your senses and rend you senseless...your scream this time is more gutteral, a cry fromt he depths of your soul, clawing up the back of your neck and spilling out like broken pottery, harsh and sharp
and again..... hiss
" CRACK"
and this time the tail licks your inner thigh, and you scream louder, more surprised this time and a new pain fills you and makes you squirm
He see's you and your body swaying and moving and his sets the long whip down, taking out a smaller one, only three feet long, but a whip none the less...and he moves closer and begins to use it on your ass, your thighs, your hips, moving around you and using it on the front of your thighs, your belly and finally one sharp hard crack on your nipple...the breath stays out of your lungs, holding you in total stillness as the pain ebbs and flows through you like a great sweeping tide. Again he moves, again the hiss and bite, again the screams as your mind sinks down to nothing but the torment you crave, the hell you lovingly ask for and again he moves and all you have left to cling to is that pain, throbbing through you until at last you realize...he has stopped.
And you lift your tear streaked face to him and you look into his face......an you sob, murmured words spilling from numb lips thanking him for giving you the darkness you so needed...and he steps close, looking to you, that sneer slightly on his face still, his hand closes over your throat and you cannot inhale.....you can not take in that air you so need...and soon....you weaken even more, arms limp, hanging from them over head, you shake and as the black spots fill your gaze, he kisses you, bruising your lips...finally releasing your throat and mouth, he steps back and receeds into the darkness of the basement...his footsteps move up the stairs and you are alone in the darkness of the room and the darkness of your own soul
Written by _maxine