Eliza's story, part 2

"I stayed there on my hands and knees. I didn't move. He hadn't instructed me to move. He had been clear -- don't turn my head. I didn't. I wouldn't. I wasn't sure, but I thought I felt him near me, but I couldn't see him. I have good instincts for physical space, but I just wasn't sure."

"Suddenly, and I mean suddenly, like the most sudden thing I've ever known, there was a searing pain across my ass. Something hard had hit me across both sides, and it was excruciating. I winced, and I lifted my head upward, but I didn't turn back. He had been very clear. I gasped, and I allowed the pain to rush through my body. I breathed very heavily. And I did not speak."

"Less suddenly, but equally painful, he hit me again. Did I explain that? In the moment, I didn't know the cause of the pain, but of course I know now. It was his belt. He was using it as a whip. He was using it like a riding crop. He had folded it over, and he had swung back and struck me with it. He was strong, very strong. And he hit me very hard."

Everyone was completely silent. Eliza took a breath. "I did not say no. I did not say the safeword. I did not resist. And I do not regret any of this. I want you all to know that." Olivia nodded, as did Isaiah.

"He touched me where he had hit me. I'm sure there was a massive welt there, but I did not turn around to see it. He touched my right side first. When he touched me, it felt like a red hot poker on my skin. The place he had hit me was so, so, so something, so full of feeling and rough damaged skin, and so sensitive. I don't know if he had anything on his fingers or not, but it was like fire. I bit my lip. I longed to reach my hand back and comfort myself, but I didn't."

"He stepped back again, and I knew he was going to hit me a third time. I knew it was coming. I braced myself for it. But he didn't. Two minutes. Three minutes. Seven minutes. I was on my hands and knees, completely naked, completely silent, waiting for him to hit me with his belt, to electrify my skin, to bring life and electricity and fire to my body."

"After nine minutes, I heard him breathe. I don't know how I didn't hear anything before that. But I heard him then. I knew it was nine minutes because we were in a hotel and there was a clock on the nightstand in front of me. It was 4:48 in the morning. And he didn't hit me. He fucked me."

Eliza was breathing heavily as she recounted the story. None of the others (except maybe Sandra) had ever heard her say "fuck" before.

"At 4:48 in the morning, he took a deep breath, and fucked me from behind. His penis was not particularly large, I don't think -- honestly, I didn't have much to compare it to, still don't, and I never actually saw it. But he put it inside me, straight in, all in one shot."

Eliza closed her eyes. As she told the story, she leaned back in her seat, and her legs spread open a little bit. One hand touched her breast. "His hands went to the places on my ass where he had hit me, and he traced the outline of the welt with his fingers while he fucked me." She touched her breast more firmly now. "He moaned a little as he fucked me. His hands moved around to the sides of my hips. He reached forward and touched my breasts." Eliza was squeezing her breasts now, and dropped a hand lower down on her dress. "He traced that line, that scar under my left breast -- here," she touched herself in that spot, and looked across the way for someone to acknowledge that she was being truthful. Isaiah saw her and nodded. Eliza closed her eyes again. "He put his hands on my back, and dug his fingernails into my skin. He scratched downward. He had sharp nails, but my skin felt so vibrant when he did this. He went back to the top, to my shoulders, and dug in again, and all the while fucking me. He scratched down my back many, many times. I learned the next day that it was enough to make me bleed a little. I did not say no, I did not say the safeword, I did not resist."

She was touching herself through her dress now. "As he fucked me harder and harder, his hands got more and more aggressive. He dug into my back. He squeezed my breasts so much they were sore. And then, just when I thought he might be about to climax, he pulled out, very abruptly. I so desperately wanted to turn around, but I stopped myself. I took a breath to speak, but I didn't speak. I waited. And then he struck me again, on the ass, with the belt. He hit me very hard again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and I was gasping, and moaning, and smiling, and crying, and it made me feel so alive. I did not say no. I did not say the safeword."

Eliza was touching herself more aggressively now, both her breast and her pussy. She was only outside her clothes, but still being extremely sensual.

"The last time he hit me was the hardest of all, and it was in a different spot, on my left side, almost on my thigh. After that, I heard the belt fall to the floor, maybe he threw it aside. He grabbed my hips again, penetrated me, and fucked me again. Only for a few minutes this time, and then I felt him climax inside me. I never felt any semen in or on me -- not in the moment in my vagina, and not afterwards with my fingers. I have always believed that he used a condom. He pulled out. I heard the door close behind me. It was 5:16am."

"I stayed there on my hands and knees. I watched the clock tick to 5:17, then to 5:18, then to 5:19. I told myself that I could wait until 5:20, and then I would move. But at 5:20, I didn't move. I told myself I could wait until 5:30. And then until 5:45. And finally, when the clock turned over to 6:00, and I looked out the window and saw that it was beginning to get light, I relaxed my body, dropped my head, and decided for myself that my night was over."

Eliza's touching had slowed. "I fell over onto my right side. My body ached so much. My skin hurt. My vagina hurt. I did not say no, I did not say the safeword. I was always in control of myself. I touched my skin where he had hit me. I felt the welts. I writhed on the bed. I touched my left thigh, the last place he hit me. It hurt so much, I think some skin had come off. As I rolled onto my back, I felt the rough duvet against his fingernail scratches."

She paused, and looked at everyone. "You all have to know -- I FELT. I felt sensation. I felt passion. I felt connection. I accepted this in the moment it happened, and in every moment of my life since then. It was the single most exhilarating thing I've ever known in my entire existence."