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Love of the Lash, part 2
By Tina Larsson

I was lying on my back, too weak to move. The girl who usually came to
attend to my wounds was kneeling beside me and smearing soothing
ointments on my lacerated breasts. She was a silent, pretty looking
Arab girl with dark hair and brown eyes whose message I never could
figure out. I never saw her except for when she was treating my
wounds. I realized that I had been unconscious for some time and my
beloved tormentors were gone. I managed to raise my hand and gently
caress her silky dark hair… and I was rewarded with a shy smile. She
raised my head and brought a glass to my lips. The liquid tasted
strange and I could feel myself drifting away again. As I was falling
asleep I once again experienced the strange sense of comfort and total
safety… just what I had experienced when my tormentors were ravaging
my body. I knew I was in good hands and didn't need fearing anything.
Safe and happy as a child I was put to sleep.

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In the old days of slavery a free woman had the possibility of selling
herself as a slave. Those who did so most certainly did not do it from
masochistic urges. Yet, the idea always intrigued me and the thought
never left my mind as I was advancing further on the path of
submission.

I guess it has always been within me. Ordinary sex never  made me that
excited and the only time I could climax was when I was playing with
myself, dreaming of sexual tortures, whippings, submission. Over the
years I was introduced to the real life side of it and as my
experience grew, I knew I had to get further. When a guy for the first
time had me over his lap to spank me, I was so excited I could die.
Sadly enough, the reason I had been able to talk him into doing it was
the whiskey I had treated him with and the day after he felt utterly
embarrassed for what had happened (at least, the parts he remembered
doing). So that was our last date.

I found it very hard to find a truly dominant man, with the right
understanding for this sort of things. Gradually I was realizing what
it was that fired me… and I spent many years in a fruitless search for
my perfect match. Many people could not understand why I was so cold
towards attractive men who were obviously interested in me and some
even thought I was a lesbian. But I could not see the point of going
to bed together with somebody just for the sake of it… while all the
time I was dreaming of something else, knowing that He was out there
somewhere, waiting for me. I often went out, by myself or with
friends, in the hope that someday I would find Him. I also answered
contact ads but was badly disappointed every time, as I realized that
behind the most exciting description dwelled some wannabee who may
have read about it in books, but had no idea how to treat a real-life
submissive woman, even if she had fallen to her knees and begged him
to use her. So I realized that being a submissive was really not an
easy thing.

Soon I started  taking things into my own hands. I began experimenting
with various forms of self-punishment, and although I found it
thrilling at a start, it was nothing at all like what I wanted. I used
to have a riding-crop beside my bed and often used it on myself while
I was masturbating. And afterwards it always felt so empty… I usually
don't wear a bra but I made a special one: with thacks inside and wore
it sometime when going out. I tried thacks in my shoes and
experimented with needles and clothespins. My passion for pain grew
all the time, as did the disappointment of being all alone. I picked
fresh tree branches and birches to use as an alternative to the riding
crop, and although I eventually got myself some quite nice stripes
this way, I wanted to submit to somebody who would show me no mercy.

Sure, you could say I was a real egoist. I didn't want to compromise -
I'd rather be alone until I got what I needed. I tried to suppress my
feelings and forget about it, but of course it didn't work. Once my
passions had been awakened, there was nothing I could do but keep on
searching. I didn't find the Dom I was dreaming of… but through a long
chain of circumstances I got some contacts which I realized could help
me realizing my dream, although in quite a different way than I had
expected.


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When I woke up I was lying on a bunk in my cell, collared and chained
to the wall but my hands and feet were free to move. Which meant I was
free to play with myself as much as I wanted. I was constantly
masturbating, bringing myself to climax after climax… and my cries of
lust echoed between the stone walls. Only the shy girl visited me to
see to my wounds, to wash me and give me something to eat. Every time
she got into my cell I was lying wide open, playing with myself
furiously, and I always climaxed as she opened the door. I really
didn't want to embarrass her, but I couldn't stop it. As she attended
me I wanted so much to kiss and hug her, but I managed to control
myself even though her gentle touch made my nipples hard and erect. I
was breathing heavily and I felt really embarrassed for being so hot
and shameless in front of her.

As she left me, the light was turned off and I was left in total
darkness. That even added to my excitement as I was playing with
myself and fantasizing. The darkness made me feel like I was in a
world where I could dictate was what happening and nothing could
disturb me. I was happy that I had not been cuffed and  was free to
use my hands as I wanted. I totally lost all ideas of time and finally
I fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.

I didn't hear the sound but I was awakened by the sense that somebody
was standing beside me in the darkness. He approached and soon I could
hear his heavy breathing. I felt the cold tip of a riding crop lightly
touching my bare skin and I immediately raised from the bunk and took
a position on all fours. As I spread my legs and stuck my bottom out I
felt very excited by the anticipation and the cool air against my
exposed sex. Here he was - an anonymous man who was going to use me
and I couldn't see anything.

I cried out as my bare globes was struck by a trail of fire. I waited
for the riding crop to sting again but he laid it down on the floor
and as I was sobbing from the pain, I felt a big, strong finger
entering my anus. He was pushing it hard, in and out, and I started to
move my body to meet his thrusts. I could feel him smear something
cold on my anus and pushing his greased finger deep into me and I did
my best to relax and get ready for what was to come. He grabbed my
hips hard and dug his fingers into my flesh, drawing me against him
and I could feel his erection against my tight puckered hole.
"Yessss…" I thought. "Take me… hard…"  I was very excited and I was
happy that my hands were free… soon my left hand was between my legs
and I was frigging my clit furiously while the unknown man was
preparing to enter my secret passage.

I cried out from pain as he started to thrust and although I was
lubricated and did my best to relax, he had great difficulties in
entering me. Finally he succeded to force his huge tool through my
tight opening and at first it was only pain… a red hot, intensive pain
which maid me first loose my breath and then scream out loud. I felt
totally split open and the pain was so intense I hardly felt that his
huge member slid deep into me… was buried in its total length within
me and then started to thrust back and forth like the piston of a
steam engine. I cried and moaned… and as usually, the pain spread like
a heat throughout every nerve in my body and gradually I drifted into
the fever of pain and lust I had experienced so many times before.

"Yesss" I cried. "Fuck me!!! Ooohhh.. please… harder… HARDER… FUCK ME
DEEP!!!!" His nails dug deep into my flesh as he held me in a firm
grip and he kept on thrusting harder and faster… his moans of lust and
words I could not comprehend but well understand the meaning of
excited me even more. He bent down over me and started biting into my
flesh… I felt his teeth sinking into my flesh, first on my shoulder,
then my neck, my ears.. he was biting and sucking and I was sure I was
going to have a lot of nice marks from his mouth and teeth after the
night was over. My fingers kept on working and I felt I was going to
climax very soon… how happy I was that he would let me climax… nobody
could stop me now… oh please, let him treat me harsher… God… deeper…
split me open… his weight pressed me down on the bunk and his
thrusting became faster and harder all the time… in the middle of my
ecstasy a picture flashed through my mind… of a big steam engine
rolling down the track… with the pistons working faster and faster…
The picture had often excited me when I saw an old steam locomotive
running… it looked so incredibly sexy!

Maybe it was the darkness that made it so incredibly exciting… being
raped and brutalized by a strong man without a face… just a body who
was ravaging my body. It was so wonderful… and I never wanted it to
stop… I felt myself being driven at the speed of light towards the
inevitable eruption… I felt like exploding soon… ooh, the wonderful
huge beast raping me… why must it ever stop… oh God keep me this high
forever…. I'm coming now… oooh yesss… please HARDER!!! GOD…. FUCK ME
TO DEATH!!!
As my body shaked from convulsions, a firework of pleasure flashed
before my eyes.. I just kept on coming and coming… again and again… I
was screaming and crying… moaning.. begging him to never stop… his
pace  was now totally frantic and riding high on my own climax, I felt
him exploding inside me and shooting his warm loads into me… he bit so
hard into my neck that I knew I was bleeding and he pumped away like
mad until he had shot all he had… and filled me… finally he pulled out
of me and I was left lying totally powerless and exhausted… moaning
and sobbing…. I was still sobbing hours later as the door to my cell
opened and the dark girl came in to see to me. This time I didn't have
the power to raise… I just lay on my belly and let her take care of
me. I let my hand slide down to my sore anus and I got blood and sperm
on my fingers… my blood and his sperm.. the gift of an unknown
stranger. I felt very relaxed and when she left me I finally fell
asleep.

Later this day I was taken up to the big hall for the first time since
I was taken to the Palace. I had been bathed and perfumed and had
make-up made by the Arab girl. After that I was collared and one of
the servants led me naked by a chain up the stairs. The stone of the
stairs and floors felt cold under my bare feet and I was shivering
from excitement. The hall was huge with expensive furniture and
arcades of pillars to the sides. A big open fire added to the
atmosphere and most of the hall was in darkness, with just a small
part being lightened up by candles. Close to a pillar was a big red
cushion and the servant fastened my chain to the pillar and made a
sign for me to sit down. Now I was trembling from excitement. I didn't
really know what was going to happen, but I realized that there was
people watching me out there in the dark. The illumination of the
candles made the cushion where I was kneeling like a spotlight and I
felt so utterly exposed… and God, I was so horny I could die! I parted
my legs and pouted my lips… bent backwards with my hands behind my
head and stuck my breasts out… covered as they were with mis-coloured
stripes and welts. I slowly started to gyrate my hips… then started to
caress my body with my hands… I was licking my lips and slightly
moaning… my hands slowly advanced down my body… down my belly, between
my legs… I was frigging myself… my fingers entering my wet pussy… all
of a sudden I was all by myself… not aware of what was happening
around me… I was masturbating like a shameless slut in front of an
unknown audience which I didn't even see… I moaned and sobbed and kept
on working on myself… oh how good it felt so be so hot and naughty…

Like in a dream figures entered from the shadows… powerful hands
gripped me… I felt somebody grabbing my hair and entering my eager
mouth while another one was below me and pushed his erect member into
my throbbing pussy while I kept on masturbating… they were all around
me like flies swarming over a pot of sugar… my moans of ecstasy grew
louder although the sounds were dampened as my mouth was totally
filled by a huge, pulsating tool which I licked and sucked like crazy…
no face, no identity… just this huge tool moving in and out of my
mouth and I was dying to make it explode inside my mouth and swallow
it all… suddenly I felt a searing pain in my sore anus as somebody
forced himself into me very brutally and I sighed from excitement and
relief as he plowed into my rear…

My world turned into a blur of ecstasy, hard erect cocks pumping into
all my openings… I kept on climaxing over and over again… I was simply
high. I lost all touch with reality as I was captured in this
wonderful world of lust and I couldn't tell if this had been going on
for hours or days as I was finally left lying on the big cushion, so
exhausted I couldn't move. When finally the servant girl came to lead
me back to my cell, I followed her like a zombie… still high after
what I had been through.

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I knew I had it coming to me. After the girl had washed me, perfumed
me and seen to my make-up, I was once again taken up to the hall.
Only, this time the hall was well enlightened and I realized fully
well what was going to happen. Comfortably seated around the hall were
many men, some with girls kneeling beside them, and I realized that
many of them had been using me earlier. Like before I was naked, led
by a chain by one of the servants and I kept my eyes lowered. Nothing
could stop the itching inside me as I was anticipating what was to
come.

Yes, it was so clear! In front of me stood the huge, muscular man who
had earlier whipped my breasts with a bamboo cane until I passed out.
He was only dressed in a pair of shorts; his muscles playing all over
his body. My beloved tormentor was standing beside two pillars with a
neutral expression on his face, holding a black, sinister single tail
whip in his hand. A couple of cuffs attached to chains were hanging
down from the pillars and I felt warm inside as I realized I was once
again going to be punished by one of the most cruel men of them all. A
man who was totally immune against any pleas for mercy, but who knew
very well the value of an undamaged body. I knew that my body was a
valuable resource for these people and that they didn't want me
crippled. I had also learnt - in a most painful way - that they had
refined their ways of making a woman suffer the most without damaging
her to the extreme. Yes, I was valuable property for these men - and
that was my guarantee for no permanent damage. However, as for making
me suffer they knew no limits…

My hands were cuffed and a spreader bar cuffed to my ankles. Then the
chains were stretched so my toes barely touched the floor. My arms
were stretched out between two pillars and I was very open and
vulnerable from all angles. I could sense the excitement amongst the
public as my tormentor walked around me and uncoiled his heavy
bullwhip. He cracked it against the stone floor several times and the
cracks of the whip echoed like gunshots in the hall.

I felt the usual fever building up within me and as my tormentor
walked behind me I flashed a smile at him and pouted my lips. 'Yes,
lover, please use your whip on me. I know you can do it better than
anyone else…'

There was a pause when time seemed to be standing still and then I
felt the sting of the first lash across my back… the whip curling
around me and the tip bit into my breasts. I moaned from pleasure. It
was not a very hard lash…. but it stung and I knew it had left a red
line across my back. It cracked again and again.. and my body reacted
the way I knew it would… and I couldn't do a thing about it! This man
was so clever! He knew how to start whipping me with light strokes,
then increase the force gradually as my heat was building up and my
endorphin level was rising.

I cannot possibly describe the joys of being whipped by that man. He
could read my body like an open book and he knew perfectly how to use
his whip on me to make me hot. Surely, he could easily have whipped me
to death if he wanted to… and in my crazy, pain-drugged mind I wasn't
sure I would have minded, either. These people had realized a long
time ago what really fired me… and of  course I realized that this
made me a valuable asset to them. Yes, I was their brothel slave!  A
cheap whore, who got her kicks out of being whipped and humiliated.
This was what I wanted! Instead of being forced to do something
against my will, the punishments just added to my enjoyment and I was
kept in a constant state of sexual arousal. That made me all the more
valuable to them, as the customers knew they would be getting full
value for their money.

The lashes fell faster and harder on my body and I was desperately
tugging at my bonds, while the whip made me dance. As the heat was
spreading in my body, he increased the force and I begged him not to
stop. I could hear excited shouts from the audience, no doubt urging
him to whip me harder. I was steaming hot… obsessed with a fever that
just made me wanting more. In the back of my mind, I reflected that it
was good that the man wielding the whip was a lot more sensible than I
was and that he had complete control over the situation.

He was a real artist with the whip. Now he was concentrating on my
bottom and time after time the lash dug into my globes, leaving good
welts. Then he lashed out from above, making the whip sting again and
again between my sore buttocks, licking my anus with a tongue of fire.
My screams and moans mixed with the sharp cracks of the leather whip
against my body and all the time the voices of the men watching the
scene got louder. I felt very secure in that I knew that no real harm
would be done to me, although I would be thoroughly whipped. And I
really didn't mind some scars and marks on my body. I have a good
healing flesh and the scars on my body I saw as marks of love. Marks
of lust. Yes, it hurt… but it hurt so good! My entire mind was filled
with the desperate longing for the lash… no matter what happened.

Suddenly, the whipping stopped. A tall man rose from his chair and
stepped forward, gesturing to the man with the whip. The heavy
bullwhip was handed over and the stranger stood in front of me, almost
drooling as he uncoiled the whip. His eyes were glowing with obsession
as he turned around, swung the whip with full force and lashed out
right at my belly. The pain was so intense I almost fainted. The lash
curled around my body and after I regained my breath I let out a
blood-curling scream. He struck again and I realized that this man was
going over the edge… I could only hope for somebody to stop him before
I was seriously hurt. This was pure pain and fear - gone was the
pleasure I had just experienced when being whipped by my beloved
whipmaster. But nobody seemed to take notice. In the corner of my eye
I could see the man who had handed over the whip standing by looking,
with a neutral expression on his face. Obviosuly he was doing nothing
to stop the terrible torture. For the first time I was really scared.
Had this man paid for whipping me to death? I could feel blood oozing
out of several deep cuts on my body and I soon lost my voice from the
screaming. I had a dim picture of the spectators watching my ordeal
before I finally mercifully passed out. The last thing I saw was this
man wielding the whip with full force, sweat running down his face and
with a grim expression on his face. I realized he had lost control of
himself and that he would whip me until I hung limp in my shackles….
if he would stop even then.

Then I drifted away into total darkness, with the cracks of the whip
and the shouts of the audience ringing in my year.

© Tina Larsson, 2001

I would very much like to get in touch for sharing ideas and taking
the story further. You can mail me at tinaslutnospam@hotmail.com
(remove the "nospam" portion of the address before mailing) or you can
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Love,
tina
    

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