As soon as they yanked one of my hands off his leg, I wrapped the other until their fingers dug into both my wrists enough to stop my blood circulation and draw a protest from me. Our eyes locked as they dragged me, and while his held no expression, mine screamed for mercy.
The light in the audience turned off, leaving only the bright one on stage. A macabre smile filled his expression, then a microphone lowered in front of him. He took it and announced, “Gentlemen and slaves. We are gathered here because my slave thinks she can defy me. Do any of you think that’s appropriate for a slave?”
“You don’t need to do this!” I screamed like a banshee while fighting them, trying to squirm from their grips as they forced my steps toward the pillory. “I’ll do whatever you want. No! No!” Their arms curved under my arm pits and lifted me off the floor. Within seconds, they closed the pillory around my neck and wrists. It was too tall for me, so I had to stand on my tiptoes. I could only see the girls, who had a spectrum of facial expressions from smiles to empathetic tears. Ember wasn’t there. Thank fucking God.
A screen lowered behind them, showing what a camera was focusing on at the moment—my ass.
“Since my visit today, my slave has spoken ninety-three words without permission, has insulted and defied me. So, you all know what that means.” He paused, allowing the audienceto whisper among themselves, and the slaves winced, their eyes widening. There was one that laughed maniacally.
“That means each of you, both men and slaves, get to paddle her, ninety-three times each.” Almost all the slaves cringed or had their mouths hanging open. They alternated their gazes from my blanching face to his back.
After a pause, Sir chuckled. “I mean, that’s what it would usually be. But my slave is brand new at this, so I think I’ll spare some mercy. The men can paddle her twice each and the slaves once.” Sir turned his attention to me, then said, “Ten times less, dear. You should survive.”
The men giggled then cheered and whistled.
“Please. Lower the counter.”
I could only hear the many steps going up the wooden stairs up to the stage, getting louder and they neared me. I swallowed, dreading how much it would hurt. Suddenly the light above me couldn’t warm me at all and goosebumps rose all over me.
Whoooooosh!The paddle flew through the air. I tensed the second before impact.Pa!My eyes widened and a long gasp unleashed from me with the amount of unimaginable pain. I winced as it seared my skin everywhere it had touched, right across both my cheeks. The tall ceiling of the auditorium intensified my gasp. A few of the men on the line behind me to my right laughed.
The second strike came before I had a chance to take a breath. Again, I winced, and my body broke out in sweat. My gaze swept to the counter as it changed from one to two. It was unbelievable that this much agony had been generated by just two strikes, yet I was in for hundreds more. I had tried to contain my reaction, but the hot pain throbbed through my skin deep into my muscles, yanking a long, loud groan. Footsteps on thewooden stage announced when the next one was getting closer. I panted twice and thenwhoosh!A piercing scream escaped me as my body quaked and cringed, trying to crawl through to the other side of the device. Fat tears rolled down my cheek. I tilted my head back. It was unbelievable. Three. Only three times and already I wanted to die.
The next one was even harder; I couldn’t stop grinding my teeth. My legs shook from having to stand on my toes. I held onto the wood, wanting to pull myself forward, running from the next one, but nothing helped.Wooooshhh!I couldn’t breathe as layers of pain stacked on top of one another.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” The scream devolved into wailing, only paused by the next assault stealing my breath. I coughed, but that didn’t stop the next four men from striking. Each footfall became a sign of more pain approaching. I was losing my mind. There were seconds I was present and then others in which I could hear myself as if I were standing outside my body. I yearned for more of the disconnect, but it was never enough. The pain, my screams, my wailing, and weeping mixed.
By the fifteenth slap, my knees buckled, quaking violently. The wood holding my neck and wrists choked me when my legs gave out. Two sets of shoes rapped against the wooden floor of the stage. Sir appeared before me. His expression was so angry, his eyebrows furrowed and tense, his eyes glaring at me, his mouth thinned into a line and his chin lifted at me. Slowly his left eyebrow lifted while I was a blubbering mess. “Stand up,” he commanded through his teeth.
My teeth chattered, but I still dared to sob, “You promised,” out on a whisper.
At my daring to pronounce two words it seemed like the entire crowd gasped. I coughed with the most pathetic tears. His glare almost hid his surprise at me defiance. The next strike was so harsh my legs gave out completely.Please kill me, I beggedwith my wet eyes as the vision of him blurred. Even after all that, I still hoped it was that he didn’t understand he was breaking my heart, not that he didn’t care. Pathetic. Despite my choking once again, another strike came, then another and another. The room around his face darkened and disappeared.
I was in a different position when I woke again, tied down on a breeding bench, so inclined I was almost upside down. My butt crack was completely exposed with my legs on either side of the bench. The throbbing on my butt cheeks never ceased. When I lifted my gaze, I could only see the first row of girls because that was as far as I could tilt my head. A wet, cold steel ball was pushed into my butt, stretching my walls so much any movement became painful. I had to breath in puffs.
The ambience was different. The men’s breathing and groaning filled the silence. Within seconds, the paddle hit me, and my entire body tensed around whatever they’d filled my ass with. With the next slap, I groaned, still not having had the chance to breathe. The next swat barely made a sound, not hitting me as hard but still devastating to my welted skin. I was thankful, oh-so grateful, but then it made the next one so much harder to withstand. I wondered if another girl was being spanked at the same time as me because I could hear her tortured screeches. The skin on my butt cheek broke, releasing blood that trailed down my thigh and leg but that didn’t hinder further spankings.
The girls in the first row stood, and for what seemed like seconds, I was left to feel the blood trailing from the broken skin on my cheeks. My eyes were swollen from sobbing so much. Then it all started again. Most of the girls didn’t hit as hard as the men, but there were a few who really tried.
After the last girl, a few minutes of silence filled the room, only broken by my panting and whimpering matching the rhythm at which my butt cheeks throbbed. A group of menwalked closer to me and surrounded me. I could only see their shoes. Sir was among them.
The silence was so settled I heard a zipper being pulled down. When I looked back, I saw Sir naked. As his cock slowly slipped deeper and deeper, widening my hole, filling it, touching every part of my walls, the juices in my drenched pussy squelched loudly.
Again, I gasped and opened my eyes wide at how wet I was, and at him doing this in front of all these people. My cheeks burned at the sound of it. How could I be turned on after the devastating painful humiliation he’d just put me through?
“Jesus Christ, she’s already that wet?” some stranger asked.
“She likes pain,” Sir answered.
I furrowed my brow at the lie.
As it slid in oh-too easily, reaching even deeper than ever before, I groaned and shivered.
After hours of humiliating, excruciating agony, his cock was an unexpected, extreme comfort, especially at such a slow speed.I didn’t understand why. My body had been more than ready for him, as he’d prefer, and he fitted into me too perfectly. He waited, allowing me enough time to feel complete, connected to him, instead of just abused and destroyed. I lowered my head to the bench, gripping the edges.I couldn’t look at the girls, let them see how good it felt.
My eyes fluttered closed and stopped filling with tears. He was doing it oh-so slowly, and I lied to myself, thinking it was because he wanted me to get used to him, he wanted to do something sweet when so much had been done wrong.I won’t hurt you as long as you do as I say.He hadn’t paddled me. He couldn’t hurt me himself, so he had to recruit all these men, make a show of it. Yes, that’s what it must have been. And there he was, sweeping into me gently as if he were making love to me.Deep down, I knew it was all a lie that I had to keep my eyes closed for, but if I didn’t believe it, I would lose all will to live.
Sir’s patience didn’t last. Having been so wet and tight with his cock in my pussy and the object in my ass, I quickly felt my insides tighten more and more around him. My pants, groans, and moans devolved into high-pitched whimpers accompanied by deep swallows with each thrust.
