Journey III

[dirtyroleplaying]

I cry so hard the more he speaks. I think what the hell is wrong with him. Do he not have a heart. I can he tell me to have sex with a dog?!! 100 lashes, ill die! There has to be a way out here I just know there has to be, or at least that what I'm hoping.

I look at him hoping for any kind of compassion but again seeing none what so ever. I look away and pray for some type of miracle but I don't see God helping me at all in this situation. I look up and he stll waiting for me to answer the question. He's growing more and more impatient. I think more and more on my predicament. I know without a shot of a doubt he will not let me go. He already said he will sell me. WHat the the HELL AM I GOING TO DO?!!!!

I think if i don't answer this question this sick fuck will probably do both because thats usually how they do in the movies. So i close my eyes and look away and finally say, "I'll take the lashes."

[Sprayman]

“Of course you will… but not because it is your choice. You’ll take them because I say so and not because it is your decision. I’ll also decide if you will service my dogs after the whipping. You’d better realize that you no longer have any choices.”

Another small step in breaking this slave. She has accepted that she can’t escape and that the whipping is inevitable. It won’t be long and she will give up completely. The pain of the whip will speed that process along. The whip will be painful for her but won’t do any real damage. This whip can’t even leave marks, let alone break the skin. Of course, she doesn’t know that yet.

“Get up off the floor and go bend over that table,” I say as I point at a padded table a few feet away. “I want your ass nice and tight while I’m whipping it. Don’t move an inch after you bend over either. You are to count each stroke as I apply it. Say ‘That’s one Master’ and ‘That’s two Master’ as I whip you. If you lose count, we will start over at one.”

“Don’t make me have to start over too often or I’ll become angry and whip you harder…!”

[dirtyroleplaying]

I stare at the man as if he's crazy...my mouth is wide open from shock. He gives me my instructions. I slowly turn my head in the direction of the table. So much fear builds inside of me and the image of the whip in my head does not help.

I shake my head more out of shock of what is about to happen and say very slowly in a barely audible voice "Please don't do this to me! You don't have to hurt me, you can just rape me."

In my mind I'm trying to figure out why do he even want to hurt me, he can't be this cruel. I think maybe if i can just see i will cooperate and not resist rape he will just rape me and let me go. I know I can't survive 100 lashes and i don't even wont to imagine trying.

[Sprayman]

“I’ll take you when and if I wish. You belong to me. You are mine to do with as I wish… and right now I wish to whip you. Now get up… go to the table… and bend over! If you aren’t bent over the table in ten seconds, I’ll give you two hundred instead of one hundred. GET MOVING!!!”

The stupid cow seems paralyzed with terror. Maybe a small taste of what’s to come will get her moving. I shake out the cat, and with a flick of my wrist and forearm, I lay the falls smartly across her breasts. I’m sure she thinks I’ve marked her tits forever, but the soft suede leather doesn’t even make welts. That doesn’t mean they don’t hurt however. Especially since several of the falls struck her nipples. Her scream tells me that she thinks it hurt.

“Now get moving bitch. I don’t have all night for this. Don’t count that one either, because it was just to get your attention. Now get moving or the whipping will be the least of your troubles. There are many things much worse than a whipping…!”