Mannimarco's Vengeance

With a fast, powerful movement, Mannimarco slashed the long whip at her breast. A shriek escaped her lips. The whip seemed to curve away from her face, instead channeling the full force of the blow to her breast. The pain lingered for a while after the hit, leaving her uncomfortably aware of her exposed chest.

The whip slashed again, now to her other breast. She was prepared this time, and muffled her scream to a silent ”ngh”-sound.

”Oh, you disappoint me, champion. I promised to make you scream, and I have every intention of doing it.”

Mannimarco sent the whip lashing again. This time the effect was different. The hit seemed to aim straight at her nipple, causing a sharp sting right at the most sensitive skin. She couldn't help herself anymore, but screamed in agony as the blow came down.

She heard her tormentor sigh with pleasure. And then the whip lashed again, attacking the other nipple with equal force. Mannimarco laughed with amusement as she started to squirm in her chains, painfully ashamed of her nipples that seemed to actually grow harder after his torment.

He lashed the whip again, and again, sometimes hitting the sides of her breasts, sometimes the nipples again, without putting up a pattern, keeping every blow a surprise. She was sweating from the pain and embarrassment, but the torment of her nipples caused her body to react in a way she wished it wouldn't; her sex started to pulse again, creating more lubrication, shamefully opening right before Mannimarco's eyes.

Then the whipping stopped. Medawen breathed fast, and felt the sweat on her skin cooling her down.

She startled when she felt air move about her groin. She looked up, to behold Mannimarco standing right in the opening between her legs, the whip coiled around his hand, like trying to stretch it.

Is he going to rape me now?

Apparently he had something else planned.

Mannimarco focused magicka to the object from his hands. It began to change shape, glowing fiery red. The long horsewhip shape was pulling itself back into the handle, and then exploded out to form a dozen shorter strings, so that it reminded Medawen of a horse's tail.

Mannimarco looked at the object with a thoughtful smile, then took a quick satisfied glance at Medawen.

”What are you... Aaaahh!” she screamed before she knew what hit her. In a flash, the whip had lashed at her inner thigh, near the knee. The pain was stinging and left her skin warm.

Mannimarco slashed again, this time the other thigh. Then again, the whip moving closer to her vulva. She had a bad feeling of where this was going.

Tears filled Medawen's eyes as her fears came true, and Mannimarco kept slashing, every blow striking closer to her pulsing sex. It felt too embarrassing to bear with sanity. At the same time as she grew more terrified, the desire, no, the need grew more intense.

The lashes approached the soft flesh between her thighs, and she squirmed with every blow.

For a moment, Mannimarco stopped, and looked triumphnantly at her flushed face, and the liquid flowing down the edge of the stone table right before his eyes.

”Just say the words, little one, and this can all be over”, he said, then slowly reached his hand to lightly caress the hairs on her vulva. She stiffened and tried to keep herself from moving her hips toward him.

Mannimarco readied his position to strike again, glaring at the invitingly sensitive place to try flogging.

The whip came down, and hit the soft lips between her legs. She gasped loud, not certain if she had felt pain or pleasure. He used considerably less force, but the whip's strings created a stinging and tingling nonetheless.

The whip lashed at her sensitive flesh, but avoided her clitoris, not giving her real satisfaction, but intensifying the lust burning in her. The whip kept slashing again, driving her mad with desire. She was sure she would die if she didn't get something inside her.

And just then, the whipping stopped.