The phone gets turned off.

“Maybe I should take this?” You pick up your phone and then hesitate as you look at Sandra.

Slowly, calmly, she leans over the table and softly places the palm of her left hand over your right hand that is holding your cell. It's the first time the two of you have ever touched. A bolt of fire jumps through your nerves as another splattering of cum is ejected into your briefs as the buxom brunette wraps her fingers over your hand and shuts off your phone.

“We don't have much time left” she whispers in a low feminine voice, “and I have to know what happens to me.”

You give an excited shallow as she leaves her hand on yours. Even during the best sex you have had with your ex-girlfriends, or those horny times of intense masturbation, you have never been so aroused, captivated, enthralled, or had your manhood so hardened and desperately throbbing, as by the mere touch of this brown eyed beauty.

“You want to play even this part out? In detail?” You nervously say as she leaves her hand on yours. “When the other players have faced **** I usually just ask for a few dice rolls and give them a quick summary.” Of course you want to continue, but you fear that your aching cock will not be able to handle much more.

Sandra leans back in her chair and takes hold of the back of her seat again, clearly giving you her answer.

After clearing your throat twice you continue with this lurid tale. “Two guards grab you from behind by your forearms. The bailiff, however, stops them before they drag you out. 'I want to see her tits.' The official gives a brutal grin and grabs your bra in between your cleavage. 'I'll give you this thief.' He pulls your torso towards you with his powerful hand. 'You have one hell of a set.' And with that rips your top off with one violent pull. Your naked breasts bounce free, now on full display for all those in the room. 'Hmpt.' The bailiff gives an contemptuous chuckle as he looks down at your defenseless bare chest. 'The bitch's nipples are rock hard, I think she's enjoying this.' All the men surrounding you laugh as the bailiff clamps on to your tits with his rough well warn hands and begins to maul your ample breasts, he isn't gentle.”

Wiping off the sweat from your brow you cannot believe what you just said. If there is any question about Sandra being into this or not, this would certainly be the test.

“I look away from these animals and close my eyes.” Sandra responds while keeping her hands firmly behind her. “'Saint Cuthbert,' I whisper, 'forgive me for being so weak.'”

“'Take this criminal away.' The bailiff announces after he is down playing with you. 'Give her what she has earned.' You're dragged from the sentencing room by the arms down two flights of stairs into the bowels of this small fortress to the **** chamber. Waiting for you is a short, fat, bald man, with no neck, but with very thick muscular arms. He wears only a pair of dirty old linen pants and a leather slash across his bare pudgy chest. He licks his lips with perverted excitement the moment his eyes lay sight of you.

“'What's this cunt in for?' He grunts with a crude Northern accent.” The fact you have never said that word in public before, let alone to a woman, almost escapes you, but such is the power of the enchantment you're now under. “'She's a thief.' One of the guards holding you by the arm answers. 'She is to get the whip; thirty-six on the back and another twelve on the front; then the brand, for being a thief.'”

“'Ha!' The fortress's chief-torturer and whip-master laughs with great approval. 'The cunt's to get the full treatment. Excellent! String the whore up and I'll get to work on her.' He smiles as he takes a branding iron with a 'T' shaped head from the wall and trusts it into a brazier full of white hot coals.”

“You're **** over into the center of the room where your manacles are removed, but you're freedom from bondage is very brief.” You continue to narrate Rae's fate. “You're feet are kicked apart twice your shoulder's length and fastened to the floor with heavy chains. Next your wrists are firmly secured to a metal rod, the same distance apart as your feet, and raised above your head, until you are bond firm, spread eagle and your body completely ****.

“More and more guards, servants, officials and visitors begin to wander into the room as the word that a large chested beautiful thief is about to be tortured for her crimes. The rotund whip-master picks up a sinister looking whip made of scaly thick well warn black leather and walks over to you. He drops the coiled end of the whip across your naked breasts. 'Anything to say before we begin, thief?' He cruelly mocks.”

Sandra looks down at the picture in the module and now realizes she is playing out the tortured woman in the book. “I shake my head and say nothing. Clenching my firsts I resolve to take my punishment as best as I can, trying to make this an offering to Saint Cuthbert to atone for my sins and shame.” She answers in character before looking over at you. “How much damage does a whip do?”

“Though your Constitution is average at best, your Wisdom is above average, so for every lash you have to roll above a five to avoid taking 1 point of Hit Point damage. The last twelve require a roll above a six.”

“I see.” Sandra replies in a defeated tone before asking “could you roll for me?” And then waits for your answer.

Picking up her pink twenty-sided dice you continue playing the whip-master. “'Let's see how long she will keep silent.' He chuckles as he flicks your long hair over your right breast, completely exposing your bare back, and then moves behind you. You hear a few ominous loud cracks from behind as the beast of a man takes some practice strikes. All to soon you hear, 'Start the count.' A nerdy little scribe with a small handheld chalkboard croaks out an excited, “One.”

As you roll the dice Sandra again bits down on her lower lip in that most provocative way causing your rock hard to cock to twitch violently inside your pants. Her dice rolls a 19. “You feel the leather cruelly explode across your naked back, striking from your left shoulder down to your right hip. Your back arches, your large breasts jut out and bounce about bringing an murmur of excitement from all in attendance. Though you give out a low grunt, with such a high roll, however, you otherwise remain silent.”

You roll again, 7, and again, and again, 9 and a 12, explaining that Rae is whipped in a pattern of one diagonal, then the other diagonal, and then finally a horizontal lash, after which the pattern is repeated. With the fifth lash you roll a 2, causing Sandra to faintly groan in disapproval.

“You give out a muffled scream with the fifth stroke.” You explain. “Remove one Hit Point.”

Sandra complies, but instead of simply leaning over the table she moves the center of her hips to the right corner of the metal folding chair she is sitting on. Leaning deeply over a faint gasp escapes her lips as she lowers her Hit Points on her character sheet. She then leans back, putting her hands behind her once again, assuming the position.

Your next roll is a 1, Rae has fumbled.

She looks up, very concerned.

“This horizontal strike cuts very deep. Even worse, the tip of the whip wraps around your shoulder and cuts into the top of your breast, causing you to scream loudly. The men burst into cheers at the whip-master's skillful strike and how your tits violently bounce about from the pain. Please roll a d2 to see if you take one or two points of damage.”

Sandra leans forward and visually grimaces again, but this time you notice why. When moving towards her character sheet she slightly spreading her legs open so that her crotch presses against the edge of the chair. She then grinds her hips down, pressing her private parts against the metal corner. After rolling a 1, she fixes her sheet and sits back up.

The seventh through the tenth rolls are all successes, but the eleventh is another fumble.

“This lash lands in the exact place of a previous strike, causing intense pain.” You look at the busty brunette who anxiously waits your next words. “How does your character react?” You inquire with a somewhat demanding tone.

Again she nervously bites her lower lip in that damn seductive way, before complying with an embarrassed soft voice, “I scream, thrusting my torso up and down trying to find some relief from the pain, not caring about the lewd spectacle I am making of myself.” Sandra then leans forward and gives out a noticeable groan as she again grinds her inner parts hard against the corner of the chair. As the curvy sophomore rolls to see if she will take extra damage it dawns on you that this conservative Jewish girl is punishing herself for real. She is making herself masturbate with the chair for every failed roll.

Once she is back in position the whipping of Rae the Priestess of Saint Cuthbert continues.

“Fuck.” Sandra moans, nearly melting your ears as you roll a 5.

Your shocked look causes her squirm as she tries to cover up her foul language. “My character swears, because of the pain.” She meekly explains.

“'The whore's got a mouth on her.' The whip-master chortles. 'The bitch is clearly getting what she deserves.'” Is your reply. “Subtract another Hit Point.”

The NPC's biting words causes Sandra to look away, before with some trepidation, she leans forward to obey your directions. Her eyes closes as her teeth clench as she presses down on the cold metal edge. You fight the urge to grab yourself as you watch her breasts gently quake.

You have to clear your voice before you can continue. “'That's the first dozen.' The whip-master laughs and takes a drink of water before starting in on the next twelve. You have taken four points of damage so far, bringing your character to 11 Hit Points. It's going to be close.”

Sandra remains silent, seemingly trying to focus, as she places her hands back behind her. Mathematically you think she will not make it, but you have equal doubts about your raging hard-on.

“The whip-master goes back into position.” You announce as you roll the dice, another 5, another fail.

“Oh fuck, no . . .” Sandra whines “Not again!”

“This time the whip-master lashes you across the center of your ass, and it hurts like hell.” You explain the reason for her failure.

Sandra looks down at her pencil with dread at the task now before her. She has fail three rolls in a row, giving her no reprieve. She spreads her legs and performs her penance as she reaches for the pencil. This time a loud deep groan slips from her clench lips as her shaking hand knocks the pencil to the floor. Running her fingers across the side of her head she pulls at her hair as she tries to control her racing breaths. With much effort she marks her sheet and returns to position.

She then whispers, “Please, no more. I can't take another.”

“Are you begging the guards to stop?” You're not sure who she is talking to.

Sandra looks away quite embarrassed and doesn't answer.

“I think you should roll for yourself from now on.” You decide. “The pain has become so much that with the last lash you cried out for the flogging to stop without even realizing it. This brings only cat-calls, whistles and laughter from the men watching, demanding that your punishment continue.”

When Sandra hesitates, you insist, “Roll the dice.”

Reaching over in the normal fashion the aroused brunette rolls. After a 15, Rae once again fails with a 4.

“Nooo.” She squirms in her seat.

“Get to it.” You order.

Assuming the position, Sandra trusts her crotch down on the chair to change her Hit Points. She gasps and begins to pant, while grabbing herself across the chest as if trying to keep herself together. With great effect she decreases her Hit Points to 9 and sits back up, her breathing is heavy and obvious.

The rest of the second dozen goes well for the curvy cleric, making all her rolls save the 23rd lash. With seven made rolls gives a reprieve, so Sandra is able to bring her breathing under control and take the loss of going down to 9 Hit Points with greater ease.

“You get a brief moment of rest as the whip-master gets another drink after your 24th lash. 'Half way there, cunt, are you enjoying yourself?' He jests as his wipes his mouth with his arm after which he takes his position behind you once again.”

Unfortunately for Sandra, the next dozen rolls are her worst showing thus far. She fails five times, not going more than two lashes before she has to tick off another Hit Point and grind her sex into the corner of the chair. With each failed roll she more and more whimpers in frustration, arousal, and disbelief. Yet she always submits to the fate of the dice. By the end of this set all pretense is gone. Sandra's breathing is deep and erratic, there are more beads of sweat on her forehead than yours, and her erect nipples have become even more noticeable. You're not sure if she has already begun to orgasm, but she seems clearly on the verge of completely exploding. Though she is desperately trying to fight it, but like Rae, she is probably going to lose this battle.

“When the whip-master finishes with the third dozen the crowd applauds with approval. His skillful use of the whip as brought you to the breaking point. With every lash you scream out, as your tits bounce violently, while your body jerks about, **** to dance to the cruel cadence of the whip while a mob of savage hungry eyes visually rapes your naked exposed body.”

“You slump down as best you can in your bonds. Your body is covered with sweat and bright stinging welts crisscross your back and firm ass. You try to catch your breath as the whip-master approaches from behind and speaks into your ear.”

“'If you think that was painful.' He chuckles as you feel his coarse hands slide up the side of your abdomen and onto the underside your sweat covered bare breasts, cupping them firmly. 'Wait to the leather kisses these puppies.'” He squeezes down and begins to fondle your tits, pinching down hard on your nipples and pulling you back unto him. Your bare back slaps against his obese stomach as you feel his fat hard cock through his pants press in between your ass cheeks.”

“Please stop.” Sandra gives out a defeated lament.

You freeze, fearing you have gone too far. This is the first time she has used that word and you are not sure who she is talking to, you as the whip-master NPC, or you as her real world friend.

The beautiful brunette looks up at you with those big brown eyes. “Please, no more. This is too much. I beg you to stop. I don't want to be so embarrassed.”