Pain (Hard BDSM, )

She walks to the wall and uncoils a bull whip from its hook. She walks back over to me and pushes a lever before the cross swings around to face the nearest mirrored wall. She locks the lever in place and walks off behind me. With the angle, I’m able to see her perfectly in mirror.

“You couldn’t be luckier, little one. When I whip, I normally do so outside so I have more room for better lashings. You’re also getting your punishment during a game, which means I’m going to make it good. Just know, if I have to discipline you again, you’ll get it far worse. She winds the whip and I watch in awe as it spirals around her before she lashes out and the air cracks next to me like a thunder strike. “No, I don’t like this one.” She walks back to the wall and hangs it up before she pulls another down. She tests it out and the loud crack has a sharper sound to it. “Better. I should gift Cest with a decent whip. Regardless, you are accused of disobedience on five counts. One count of running in the halls against school regulation. How do you plea?”

Do I answer? I wonder if this is a trap but then again, she asked me a direct question. “Guilty.”

“The second and third counts are for addressing your superior in an insufficient manner. How do you plea?”

Yeah, that’s true. “Guilty.”

“The fourth count is for defying a direct order to watch an instructional video. How do you plea?”

Fuck. That’s going to earn me some really bad lashes. “Guilty.”

“The fifth is for being bound inside of your first week of school which is prohibited. How do you plea?”

Bound? By who? I thought Rachel and Abby couldn’t bind me. “By who?”

The whip cracks and fire explodes across my back!

“How do you plea?”

I cry and huff air as the searing sting seeps deeper into my body. “Not… not g-guilty, Goddess.”

“Not guilty?” Her brow raises with her question. “You deny being bound?”

“I-I-I don’t k-know ha-who I’m b-b-bound to.”

“You belong to me,” she shouts.

Another crack and another stripe of pain runs parallel to the first.

“I own you!” Crack! “Mind!” Crack! “Body!” Crack! “And soul!” Crack!

“Guilty,” I cry out. “I’m y-yours! I-I-I belong to you!”

My mind spins out of control from the pain. Four of the lashes run parallel but two cross over and I’m halfway sure that I have skin peeling off.

“A sixth charge.” Her voice regains its calm demeanor. “Perjury. You lied to your Goddess. How do you plea?”

“Guilty.” I sob as the pain settles in, burning my nerves into oblivion.

“For your first offence,” she flops the whip in her wrist to coil the sharp leather at her feet.

Oh, Empress! None of that even counted! Tears stream from my eyes and little whimpers escape my lips against my will. No! I have to be strong! This is for my own good, but it’s also for her. She wants me to know pain. My hands grip the chains at my wrists and I squeeze just to have something to focus on. I’ve never felt pain like this in my life, the worst I’ve ever had was a broken finger or a scuffed knee, and I’m dangerously close to passing out. Whatever she’s going to do to me, I have to accept it. This is my life now. I deserve this. I must love what she does. I must obey!

“I forgive you,” she says.

Tears of gratitude mix in with tears of pain. “Thank you, Goddess.”

“For your second offence. I forgive you.”

Oh! I don’t deserve this! She’s so good to me. “Thank you, Goddess.”

“For your third offence. Since it was your second time with the same offence in one day; one lashing.”

She flicks her wrist and I watch in near slow motion as the bull whip rolls along the floor and comes up between my legs to switch my little nuts. I howl and my eyes cross from the nauseous pain that lances through me. Blood trickles down my thigh but I can’t tell how bad it is. Obviously, it’s bad, but I don’t know if I’m cut, or if I lost a fucking ball.

“Th-thank… ugh… ya-you.”

“For your fourth offence. Three lashings.”

Her hand moves in a blur. Crack! Crack! Crack!

My body convulses from the quick lashes. I cry out again even though I try so hard to stay quiet.

_ Thank you, Goddess Zinnatria. _My thoughts are the best I can muster as my mouth fails to form words.

“For your fifth offence. I take responsibility.”

Through my tears, her stunning vision in the mirror is blurry, but I see her snap her wrist. Crack! I don’t feel anything, but Goddess hisses through her teeth.

No! She did not just whip herself. I loosely struggle against my bonds but what little strength I have is sapped.

She coils the whip again and walks around me. When she stands in front of me, I can see her back in the mirror. A large, bloody gash mars her perfect form.

I want to beg her to whip me more, to make me suffer for making her suffer. But I obey. I stay quiet.

“For your sixth offence. I understand your naiveté, so I shall abstain. Understand me well, little one.” She lifts my chin with the thick handle of the whip. Her eyes are hard and as sharp as knives. “If I charge you with a crime, you committed it. I should never hear you plea not guilty. The only other person in the world who could override my protection of you is the Empress herself, and if she says you committed a crime, you did it.”

I nod profusely.

“Good. Let me hose you down and we’ll continue.”

My mind spins as the burn seeps to my bones. She said Jarl Cest would kill me, but she was damn close herself.

Hot, goopy cream spreads across my back. The open wounds sting for a moment but then the pain vanishes in an instant. Goddess Zinnatria’s hand grips my shoulder before rubbing the goop in lower.

“There we go.” She reaches around and grips my little nub and tiny nuts. “Useless,” she whispers in my ear. “Do you wish you were a breading sow?”

I nod as I relax in the absence of pain.

“I can tell.” She gives me a kiss on my ear before she walks back to her spot. “This is not punishment, Jack. This is my love.”

Crack! New pain rips through me, but it’s not the same as the other lashings. I dive into the pain, swimming in the gift. The burn is still there but this time, rather than burning in a fire, I stand in the intense heat of the sun. It’s uncomfortable, but I’m okay with that. I just want her to be happy.

Time passes as the whip sails through the air over and over. I dive deeper and deeper into the pain. Another warm goopy bath allows another round of whipping. She hadn’t lied when she said she would make it good. Each whip of my tender skin feels like knives burning knives slashing into me, but in the oddest way, I really can feel her love in them. The next time she stops to slather my back she leaves one of the wounds untouched. The after her sixth set, she starts coating my back while gripping one of the wounds. She loves what she’s doing, and because I’m her outlet, because I’m the one who is able to let her be her true self, she loves me. By her tenth set, she’s sheathed in sweat, panting. My mind is adrift, floating down the constant stream of pain. I can’t even see her clearly, though she looks larger almost. Probably just her futa muscles swelling with blood.

“Oh, my little slut. You are a glutton!” Her eyes sparkle with delight as she rubs down my back again. “I’m having a lot of fun, Jack. I’d keep going if it wasn’t for Cest, but she’s going to need you very soon. When we get home, I’ll rip into you some more.” Her voice goes from thick lust to chipper excitement. “I’m going to take your virginity, little one. Come on. Let’s go to a bedroom!”

She unhooks me from the chains and while my body vividly remembers being too tired several times over, I’m able to stand on my own easily.

She grabs my hand and pulls me along as she heads out the door.

The male at the stairs stands and holds his hands up for us to stop. “Her Grace has asked that all players remain-”

A devastating backhand knocks the guy into the railing and he collapses onto the stairs.

As my goddess pulls me along, I stare down at the male. His nose is hooked to the side with blood gushing. His cheek looks sunken in and several teeth lay scattered on the floor.

“Fucking ingrate,” Goddess growls as she takes the stairs three at a time. She practically throws me into a bedroom, and I trip over a rug.

I fall to the floor but spin around quickly and prepare to worship. With the tears in my eyes gone, I see her clearly. She’s much larger than before. She must have gotten quite the work out whipping me nearly to ****.

“Oh, no. You’ve worshiped enough, little one. I’m going to rip into that needy ass in sixty seconds. You can get me lubed up or you can take it dry, I don’t care which. It’s going in either way.”

I jump to my feet and rush to her. My tongue slides her veiny meat as if my life depends on it, which it might, given that there’s no realistic way to get this thing in me. It’s so big my fingers don’t touch when I use both hands, not even close. It’s like another person. I lick from tip to base and notice her balls have swollen as well, the grapefruits have become melons! I lick back to the tip and make out with her slit as tasty pre spills out.

Sixty seconds goes by in the blink of an eye and she laughs. She turned my head with her hand to the night stand next to the bed with a bottle of lube. “I guess you want it sticky.” She licks my ear and whispers. “Just how I like it.”