A merciless session.

Cordelia sat on her throne, seeing Buffy tied to the ceiling by a rope, connected to leather wristbands. Old Bram, the Sunydale gardener, was playing with a whip that even Cordelia found impressive.

• Well, ****, do you have anything to say to me to atone for your wrongs against me?
• Please, mistress, I didn't know, I didn't want to harm you, I didn't realize.
• Enough, Bram, whip her sex mercilessly, it will warm up this frigid bitch.

The man nodded.

• Spread your legs, female dog, he said.

A trembling Buffy complied. The first blow struck right between her thighs, plowing through her intimate lips and ending on her pubic bone. Buffy screamed like a madwoman, the pain twisting her innermost being and surging up her entire body in a shock, awakening her nervous system like never before.

The blows echoed louder and louder in the room as Buffy could no longer scream; her voice was broken from the strain. Cordelia signaled for another man to take over so he could attack the rest of her body. Buffy was trembling all over, becoming covered in sweat as her body tensed from the pain. She tried to beg, but nothing came out.

The blows resumed with even more ****. Each man seemed to want to attract their mistress's pleasure by proving his zeal in punishing the body of the one who had so displeased their mistress. They now took turns using whips, canes, canes, and paddles. Her hunter's body was the worst ally for her tormentors, allowing her to survive the unthinkable, but it did nothing to lessen the ordeal of suffering that seemed to last forever, her nerves on edge.

On the contrary, she felt her body and mind taking pleasure in this suffering which seemed to purify her of all these years; finally, this burden which weighed on her was removed; she was nothing more than a toy to satisfy the pleasure of her mistress.