We wake up in a dungeon

"Hey! Wake up!" I heard a voice say.

Where I am?

My eyes slowly opened and the worried face of the blonde girl was staring at me, her fit naked form stretched upwards by her wrists to chained from the ceiling. I was in the same position, just as naked.

We were stretched up to our tiptoes. I looked at my surroundings to find we were in a dungeon.

Normally, I wouldn't mind this but something told me, this wasn't going to end well.

"You alright?" the blonde girl asked.

"Yup, you?" I asked.

"Yeah, more or less. Looks like this ain't no dream. Ugh, what's going on!?"

She started struggling to get free.

"Hey, let us outta here! I know there's someone out there! Dammit, where are we? Is this some kinda movie set!?"

Okay, so she can see it too, so I'm not crazy and we're both in some sort of dungeon. We both jumped at a cracking sound that was followed by the sound of screams echoing in the hall. It was loud, pain filled torturous screaming that made my blood go cold.

"The hell was that just now?" the blonde asked.

We listened to find where the screams were coming from only to be greeted by the sounds of more screaming as if someone was being tortured.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," the blonde said. "You're shitting me, right? This is really bad! Isn't there some way outta here!? C'mon, we gotta do something! How much time's passed since we got knocked out? Dammit, this don't make any freaking sense. Hey, those chains're used for like torturing and stuff, right? Dammit, this shit ain't funny!"

"Huh? You hear that?" the blonde asked.

Three centurions approached our cell with swords and shields in their hands, marching in unison.

They stopped in front of the cell.

"Be glad that your punishment has been decided upon. Your charge is unlawful entry. Thus, you will be sentenced to crucifixion," the closest centurion declared.

"Say what!?" the blonde cried out.

"No one is allowed to do as they please in my empire." said a distorted voice.

We saw the glasses wearing girl who picked up the brunette girl approach dressed in a golden armour with her long flowing hair tied into a complex bun as the three centurions stood aside. Her eyes were a sinister gold colour. Hell, even her skin looked a little like a gold colour.

"Huh? Wait, is that you, Marina?" the blonde girl asked.

"The bitch?" I asked.

It was clear she had a history with this Marina character. Her previously fearful eyes were now a mix of confusion and hatred.

"I thought it was some petty thief but to think it'd be you, Lauren," Marina said, stopping in front of the bars. "Are you trying to disobey your master again? It looks like you haven't learned your lesson at all, huh? And you brought a friend this time because you can't do anything for yourself."

"This ain't funny, you bitch!" Lauren screamed as she shook at the her chains which only served to anger Marina.

"Is that how you speak to an emperor?" Marina asked. "It seems you don't understand the position you're in at all. Not only did you sneak into my colosseum, you committed the crime of insulting me, the emperor. The punishment for that is ****. It's time for a whipping!"

"Stop it!" Lauren yelled.

The door swung open and the guards entered. I could not understand how any of this was real. I gasped as Marina pulled out a whip.

"Goddammit!" Lauren growled. "I ain't down for this shit!"

A centurion punched Lauren in the stomach.

"Lauren!" I shouted.

Marina walked behind me and flipped my hair over my shoulder, so that my back was completely exposed. She softly touched my back with his whip, tracing it lightly over my skin. I shuddered.

"I'm sorry, please don't whip me" I pleaded.

"I think this calls for ten strokes of the whip," Marina said.

I huffed in rage.

"One." Marina said.

I barely had enough time to grab hold of the chains to steady myself as I heard the faint but deadly whistle of air behind me before I felt the first lash on my back. SHHRACK!

“Aahhh!!” I screamed at the searing pain of the leather exploding across my back.

It was more painful than I ever imagined, the whip broke my resolution remain silent with the very first lash.

"Two." Marina said.

SHHRRCK!

"Fuck!" I yelled as the second, slightly harder stroke struck from my left shoulder to my right hip.

My boobs shook violently which brought about laughter from Marina.

"Three." Marina said.

She mercilessly lashed me again. SWWACK! The whip now landed from right to left and my body winced.

"Ahh, it hurts! Ooh god, that hurt," I shuddered.

"Four." Marina said.

"Nooo!"

SHHRACK!

“Arrgh!!” I shrieked, as she lashed me a fourth time, the intense pain causing me to instinctively pull on the chains to vainly try and break free.

I was barely able to endure the next six lashes crisscrossing my back. Though I didn't beg, each stroke brought yell, swear or groan as my body was **** to violently dance to the rattling of my chains caused by the whip's relentless mistress. With the tenth lash, I slumped forward, covered in sweat, as I gasped for breath.

"Are you now ready to beg for mercy, beg?" Marina asked.

"Oh god, please stop, please. It hurts so much. I'll leave, I promise. I'm so sorry. OH GOD, PLEASE STOP!" I said. "I'll die. Please, have mercy on me. I'll do anything you want, please, anything."

"Hmph, pathetic scum isn't worth my time. I'll focus on this one's whipping." Marina said.

Marina took the whip and got behind Lauren, raising implement to give her the whipping of her young life.