Continues from part two
Part 3
I hung from my wrists in the darkness as my legs just couldn’t support me. My body felt completely drained and for the first time I shivered; not from fear or excitement but because I was actually cold.
My body was soaked with sweat which had beaded and was now running down my body, it tickled a little bit as it ran down between my shoulder blades; made even more enjoyable by the fact that there was nothing I could do to stop it. My front was even wetter because of the drool from my tortured mouth. The bridle kept my jaw in a constant state of discomfort but what was worse was this unending stream of drool running down my chest, over my stomach and pussy, before finally dripping off and mixing with the puddle between my legs.
I couldn’t imagine what a state I looked, but that would be a lie. I’d been pleasuring myself to images of other women in similar states for years . But I could never have imagined the way this felt.
How had they made me cum from just beating the soles of my feet; not just simply cum but give me the most intense, explosive orgasm that I had ever had in my life. Elif had called it a paingasm; but that didn’t make sense, how is it possible to get pleasure from such pain. If someone had tried to convince me that it could happen, I would not have believed them, not for a million years. But here I am, sitting in a puddle of my own juices.
The thought of the pain brought me back to reality and I felt pain in my wrist so I wriggled myself back fully onto my knees to give my arms a rest. As the pain lessened in my wrist, I became aware of the intense throbbing pain in my feet. I curled my toes that sent sharp needle-like pains up my leg and I gasped from the sensation. “Oh god, it’s going to hurt when I stand up,” I mumbled incoherently through the bridle, just to hear a sound. But the silence returned instantly and I curled my toes again with another gasp. I started to think about the torture and the pain, not before long a familiar feeling and heat began to spread between my legs. I thrust my hips forward to try find some friction and pull on the chains knowing full well the in-futility of it. There would be no release until one of my tortures permitted it through either pleasure or pain; that thought only heightened my arousal and frustration.
I struggled in my bondage just to move what little I could as my whole body began to ache from the stress of the position.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be letting you out of that shortly,” I squealed with shock as Elif spoke. I had been so distracted by my thoughts that I hadn’t heard her approach.
She crouched next to me, pushing a loose hair out of my face. Her hand deftly moved and began unlocking the bridle. She lifted it gently and the bit slid from my mouth. I groaned loudly with what could only be described as ecstasy as the weight vanished and I could move my jaw. “Thank you Cellat, thank you so much.” I meant every word.
“You are most welcome Liz; now drink up.” Elif held a bottle of water to my lips and I began to gulp it down, not realising just how thirsty I was.
I thanked her again. Her hand ran down my back, sending a shiver straight through me. “You are soaking wet my dear, but not to worry you will dry off quickly when we get you outside.” She smiled.
“Outside!” I blurted out, as every muscle in my body tightened with fear.
“Of course; where else would a public whipping take place. But don’t worry the gates are locked, so it will just be us four.”
I stared into her eyes and let the fear fade away. I smiled. “I’m not worried; thank you Cellat.”
“Again, you are most welcome. But before the others return, I need to make it clear this will leave marks; not permanent, but they will be painful and remain for several days. Do you accept your punishment Lady Liz?”
“Oh yes Cellat, I deserve to be whipped.”
Elif caressed my cheek and stared back into my eyes. “If the pain gets too much you can stop it by saying ‘I confess’, do you understand?”
“Yes Cellat, but I won’t confess.” Trying to muster every last ounce of defiance I had.
She burst out laughing. “I hope not.”
As if perfectly timed, I heard the sound of the heavy hiking boots approach. As they came through the doors Elif called out to them, “Are we ready to continue?”
Alice responded quickly and enthusiastically, “Absolutely, we did everything...” her voice trailed off as they saw me. “You’ve removed the head thing.” She sounded surprised, and staring at me as if she had only seen me for the first time.
Elif replied to her observation, “Yes, how else would we be able to extract a confession.” A smile exploded across Alice’s face. Mai stood quietly a few paces behind Alice and looked really nervous which drew Elif’s attention.
“Is everything okay Mai?”
Mai replied in a quiet voice, “Yes... I’m not sure I want to do this.”
Elif walked over to her and whilst taking her hand gently, she spoke softly, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, and you can leave at any time; do you want me to open the gate?”
“No. No, no, no,” burst from Mai’s lips, “I... I just didn’t enjoy hurting her. I...” her voice faded.
Elif comforted her, “you don’t have to do anything; but do you want to stay and watch?” Mai nodded.
“Okay then,” she smiled at Mai and then turned to walk towards me. Swiftly she unlocked the padlocks on the chains holding my arms up, pulled them sharply behind my back, and locked them again. Alice and Mai appeared on either side, as Elif undid the bolts to release me from the stocks. No sooner had the top half of the stocks been removed, my would-be guards and torturers dragged me to my feet.
I hissed, as pain shot up my legs, from the soles of my freshly beaten feet. Alice giggled and pulled me closer to her to whisper, “Oh dear, do your feet hurt?” I turned to look at her only to be rewarded with a really malevolent smile.
“Bring her,” Elif commanded sharply.
Alice and Mia took hold of my arms, and we followed Elif out of the torture chamber. I didn’t resist and my guards held my arms more to guide me, than to drag me to my fate. We climbed the stairs slowly as the chain hobbling my ankles meant that I could only just lift my legs high enough for each step.
The light grew brighter as we ascended and I felt like I was blinded when we stepped through the tower door and into the castle’s courtyard. Unable to shield my eye with my hands shackled behind me I bowed my head and focused on the smooth dark stone beneath my feet. The stone was hot from the heat of the blazing sun, and for the first few shuffled steps I bit my tongue to stop myself from crying out, as my soles of my sore feet got used to being fried.
Elif set a brisk pace and my guards pulled me along quickly to keep up; forcing me into a funny sort of shuffled run, as I had to take two or three steps for every one of theirs.
When I finally looked up, as my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I saw our destination. A small stone platform in the middle of the courtyard with two wooden pillars set about three meters apart. I’d walked past it almost a dozen times during my visit but never paid it much attention. Now as we approach it fills my head with a mixture of dread and excitement.
We circled the platform until we came to a set of steps where Elif waited, and ushered me and my guards up. The platform was only about two foot higher than the surrounding area but even that slight elevation would give a crowd a perfect view. Until that thought popped into my head, I hadn’t really considered the full extent of my current situation. But now it hit me like a lightning bolt; I was stood in the middle of the castle courtyard, completely naked and in chains, about to be whipped. What shocked me the most was how easily I had arrived at this point; not once had I attempted to stop it.
A hand ran across my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. It came to rest between my shoulder blades and pushed me forward a few inches until I stood directly between the posts.
I realised that it must be Elif’s hand, as my guards were still gripping my upper arms. Her fingertips run down my spine sending more shivers through my body and causing me to moan. The dread is gone, leaving me with just pure excitement and arousal.
The fingertips were gone and my arms were pulled up slightly; I feel Elif working on iron cuffs on my wrists. Suddenly I felt air on skin and the relief from the weight of the heavy cuffs, as my arms fell to my sides. Elif circled me and came to stand in front of me. Without a word she gestures to Mai and Alice, who pull my arms out to the sides, and wrap thick leather straps around my wrist.
I looked closer and realised that they were the thick padded bondage cuffs I’ve seen online hundreds of times, but never plucked up the courage to actually buy. As soon as the cuffs were fastened, ropes leading to pulleys at the top of each post were connected. Mai and Alice moved to the posts and took hold of the other ends to begin pulling on them.
Within moments my arms are pulled above my head and I grunt as my body is pulled up straight. Elif steps close to me and runs her fingers over my body tracing a line down between my breast over my belly that is now stretched taut. My body was trembling uncontrollably and all I could think is please don’t stop. But as if reading my mind, she stopped, and took a step back to speak to Mai and Alice. “Keep pulling, gently, until I say stop.”
I soon felt the cuffs start to pull on my wrists again. I strained as I was pulled up until my heels left the ground and I was forced to stand on my tip toes. “Stop,” I hear Elif call, and I watch as the ropes are tied off around hooks embedded in the post.
I rolled my head back and looked up towards the blue sky as I groaned in ecstasy feeling myself completely suspended by my wrists. I felt the juices of my sex running down my legs; so aroused that a light breeze between my legs could have triggered an epic orgasm. But there was no breeze in the courtyard, just the sweltering heat of the mid-afternoon sun. I closed my eyes and imagined what a sight I must be. I looked down as I felt a tugging at my ankles, and watched as Elif removed the metal shackles; quickly replaced by another set of the thick padded leather cuffs.
Mai and Alice moved swiftly and connected ropes to the ankle cuffs, then pulled my legs apart, spread-eagling me between the posts.
I was completely exposed; spread open to the world. I moaned softly as I strained against my restraints enjoying the creaking sound of the leather. I looked up and into Elif’s eyes as she stepped forwards and once again, she ran her fingers down my body but this time they didn't stop. My already trembling body started to shake uncontrollably as the tips of her fingers ran over my pubic mound and glided gently between my legs. I realised that I was breathing heavily, almost panting, as she spread my labia. I throw my head back and cry out in ecstasy as a tip of a finger barely grazed my swollen clitoris. It disappeared just as quickly and I groaned with frustration; then I felt Elif’s body press up against mine and her free arm wrap around me, holding me.
I look back at her; her face is only inches from mine. She smiled at me; not the mischievous grin, but a genuine beaming smile of pure joy and in that moment all I could think was how much I wanted to taste her lips. I craned my head forward to kiss her but she leant back and giggled. The mischievous smile returns and she moves her head so her lips are next to my ear and whispers, “No, not yet. Maybe later if you ask nicely. But now we are here for something else, aren’t we?”
I gulp and simply nod.
With a smile Elif stepped back and turned away. I realised for that brief moment of her embrace that I had lost all sense of my reality. I had been so intoxicated by her that everything and not to mention everyone had simply disappeared. But reality had returned and I felt my body strain against the ropes holding me in position. My arms were beginning to ache, my legs shaking with the exertion and I was soaked with sweat as I slowly baked in the heat of the sun but it felt amazing.
I watched Elif as she came back; holding a long black whip coiled up in one hand and in the other - weirdly - an empty metal bucket. She smiled at the confused look on my face, and placed the bucket on the ground between my spread legs.
“We don’t want you making a mess, do we?” I look down at the bucket, more to hide my face as I feel it going bright red with embarrassment. She could be right about that; I was already on the edge, but would I cum from the whip?
Her fingertip appeared under my chin and gently lifted my head. She leaned forward and kissed me softly on the cheek and my knees felt weak. She whispered into my ear, “don’t be embarrassed; it’s a wonderful, beautiful thing. Enjoy it.” She kissed my cheek one more and moved round behind me.
Elif speaks up from behind as if she is addressing a large crowd.
“Lady Liz, you have been accused of participating in lewd and wanton acts. Therefore, you will be whipped until you confess your depravity for all to hear.”
So, here we go, I thought to myself as I hung, stretched out between the posts, my body shaking uncontrollably. I closed my eyes and did my best to compose myself, ready myself. Then suddenly the whip cracked nowhere near me and I squealed. The adrenaline and fear exploded from me as what I was expecting with all my being didn’t happen.
I hear someone giggling and look forward, to see Alice and Mai standing a few feet in front of my stage looking up at me, all of me. Mai stands silent but Alice is the source of the giggling as she is obviously amused by loss of my composure at the first crack of the whip.
I jump as the whip cracks again but manage to stifle my squeal. The waiting was torturous - even though it could only have been mere seconds - as my body refused to relax, as the anticipation of the first strike built.
Then it finally happened. I gasped and felt myself stretch and reach for the sky as what felt like a bolt of electricity shot across my shoulder blades. The sudden shock disappeared just as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving a stinging / throbbing line. I just managed to get my breathing back under control as Elif struck again. As she struck it seemed that the pain of the strikes wasn’t as bad as the first; but then I concluded that it was most likely the shock / anticipation of taking my first lash that had heightened the experience.
Elif was now building up to a constant rhythm, that had me flinching with every strike; although I managed to maintain my composure and stay silent. The stinging stripes of the whip slowly turned to a burning sensation that was spreading across my whole back and was only briefly interrupted by the sting of a new stripe. The combination and accumulation of the sting and burning was becoming more and more painful. I was contemplated crying out; not to confess but to find some sort of release as I felt an energy build within me. But then it stopped. The relief was immense, the burning sensation across my shoulders and back felt as if I had been attacked by some sort of wild animal with razor sharp claws.
I sensed Elif move behind me and groaned deeply as I felt her hand caress my neck and shoulders, then gasp as it glided over fresh whip marks causing them to sting again. The hand disappeared and I felt her breath on my ear and she spoke softly to me, “Now that we’ve got you all warmed up, we can begin.” It takes a second for what has been said to sink in but as soon as it does my body begins to shake again. Elif wasted no time and didn't give me another warning crack of the whip.
For the first time I heard the whip coming just a split second before it hits, sending alarm bells ringing in my head, which are immediately silenced as my world goes white, pain exploding through my body. My mind went blank and any composure I had evaporated as the burning sensation is now an inferno. I was screaming without even realising it. The whip landed three more times; twice more across my back and then the third that sliced straight across my bottom sending me into a little dance with the limited amount of movement I have in a futile effort to escape the excruciating stinging in my rump.
I’m still jiggling away, when Elif is once again speaking softly into my ear. “Do you remember what you need to say to stop this?” I nod my head enthusiastically as I’ve not quite regained the ability to speak.
Elif continues asking, “What do you have to say? You need to speak so I know for sure before we continue.”
“I confess; I confess to being a depraved little slut.” I blurted it out, surprising both myself and Elif with a little improv. I could almost hear Elif’s smile behind me and her tone became lighter as she asked if I wished to continue.
I’m virtually panting as I reply, “Oh yes. I want to continue. Please, please make me confess Cellat.”
Without another word Elif was gone, and once again I heard the sound of the whip cutting through the air.
Elif continued decorating my back and bottom with more brutal stinging stripes. She also from time to time wrapped the whip around my body so the end bit into the soft flesh of my chest, sending fresh waves of pain to an until now unscathed part of my body. As she did this, I got a chance to see her handiwork, as I looked down at the thin red welts that are beginning to criss-cross my breasts. I stared and marveled at them, wondering what on my back and bottom looked like.
I did my best to control myself, but with each stroke of the whip, each crack and thud that reverberated through the whole of my body I descended further and further into what felt like oblivion. I no longer cared about anything else; just the whip. I couldn’t hold back anymore and the noises being ripped from me became louder and more visceral.
I was aware of everything that was happening but I also felt like I was almost floating free. I could hear the voices in the background, the gasps from Mai, the appreciative murmurs from Alice with every strike of the whip.
I heard Alice utter the words, “she’s a tough one, isn’t she?” which felt like a wave washing over me. My back burned, stung, screamed with pain but I was smiling as the praise filled me and drove me on. It also sparked a familiar feeling which began to grow and spread between my legs. I knew and wanted what was coming; Elif had been right.
I was hurting, oh God was I hurting but I wanted more, needed more, craved more.
My breathing was getting heavier and my knees were giving out with every strike forcing me to dangle by my wrists. I couldn’t stop the reaction, no matter how hard I wanted to stand tall. I felt utterly helpless which only fuelled the feeling building inside of me.
Thud, thud, thud. Elif wielded the whip, and hit and stung with such a beautiful rhythm. There was nothing I could do; so, I simply closed my eyes and surrendered to it.
“Oh GOD!” I threw my head back and screamed at the top of my lungs. It felt like I have an electrical current running directly through my vagina. It’s pulsing through me and I hear the unmistakable sound of water splashing into a metal bucket. A picture of a waterfall bursting over a cliff came to mind. An intense pressure had been released, and it felt incredible. Once again, I was absolutely drained, hanging lifeless from my restraints, but Elif was not finished with me yet. The whip cracked, the pain ripped through me and I cried out. But also, pleasure exploded again between my legs; and the sound of the waterfall returned. Elif didn’t stop and the whip continued to find its mark again and again. With every strike I screamed and came, and my juices splashed into the bucket below. Now I was just a quivering, gasping, sweat soaked mess, hanging helplessly.
How can such pain become such euphoric pleasure? I don’t know and to be fair at the time I didn’t much care.
I didn’t notice at first that Elif had stopped. To be truthful I wasn’t aware of anything going on around me for a while. But as my senses returned, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief that it was over; or at least I prayed it was. I knew there was no way I could take much more.
Thankfully my prayers were answered, and Mai and Alice have climbed back up onto the platform and went to work loosening the ropes. They only loosened them enough so that I was no longer stretched up on my tiptoes, before they disconnected the ropes from the cuffs and helped me to the ground; they probably realised that I was barely able to stand at all.
I spaced out, as I sat sipping a bottle of water Mai had handed me, whilst looking at me with concern. I eventually registered the look and tried to muster the energy to smile back at her, as I felt every spasm and throb in my back, my bum, my chest.
She didn’t need to worry. I was happy and nothing could hurt me, upset me, make me feel bad, I was content. I’d spent years fantasising about stuff like this but never dared to believe it would ever happen. Now I realised that when I fantasized, I could conjure up the sound of the whip cracking, feel the sting and experience the pain that had had such an explosive effect.
Elif was busy packing away the ropes with Alice’s help and I began to wonder if my captivity and punishment was coming to an end. Yes, I was sore, exhausted and time was running out before I had to be back at the hotel, back to reality; but I couldn’t help but feel disappointed; I wanted more. There were so many things left to try down in the dungeon and mind jumped to the image of the rack; my ultimate fantasy.
I drank the last of the water as Elif came and towered over me. “So, have you had enough Lady Liz; or should we continue this back down in the dungeon?” My mind screamed Yes, but I hesitated for a fraction of a second. Elif crouched down next to me, as if sensing that I needed to ask something. Her hand stretched out and brushed some loose hair out of my face and waited patiently for me to speak.
In an almost whisper, “I would like to continue but... but what time is it?”
“It’s just gone 17:10,” Elif replied, and then asked, “Do you need to go?”
“NO! SHE CAN’T GO!” Alice, who had been standing just behind Elif, silent and unnoticed, cried out.
Myself, Elif and Mai just stared at her in stunned silence. Alice somewhat more meekly continued. “She can’t go because she hasn’t confessed yet.”
Elif turned back to me with a quizzical look as if letting me know that it was up to me. I looked back at Alice, who is looking at the ground as though embarrassed by her outburst. “I need to be back at my hotel by 19:30 at the latest.” I speak up, so to get her attention and she raises her head to look at me. I keep eye contact with her as I shuffle and bring myself up onto my knees. As I crossed my wrists behind my back, to show my submission, I smiled and said, “so, you have until 19:00 to get me to confess.”
Alice beamed with happiness. I turned my head to look at Elif who I found also had a blinding smile; she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. I felt her hand run down my arm causing me to shudder; then I realised what she was doing as I heard the familiar metallic click, and my wrists were locked together.
She whispers in my ear, “Just over an hour and a half, to get you to confess; but what will we do for the spare hour?”
I drop my head to try and hide my smile and whisper back, “I’m sure you will think of something.”
To be continued...