The whipping of the drow

Once the toys were attached the incubus handed the angel a belt.

“Too bad we won’t see any colours on this bitch’s ebony buttocks... But there’s a little game to this as well. There are sixty hits to be had, distributed between the two of you. And it is you who decides who gets how many. The drow slut will keep the count so you just have to make sure the hits and strong and accurate. Ready? Let’s hear her screams. And you bitch” he addressed Laerinia “don’t forget to count.”

Ephra knew that she was tougher and stronger than the drow, two reasons to leave more hits for herself. Since the incubus had not made her tell the number in advance, she would see how the drow was taking the beating and interrupt in an appropriate moment.

The angel took a swing and struck the sorceress’ buttocks, Laerinia issued a short cry, more of a surprise than pain, even though she had expected the hit to come; but she remembered to count “one”. The weights on the clamps on Ephra’s body rocked as predicted, the pain was bearable for both parties and indeed produced arousal, mild for now. The bodystocking was made of a strong, but thin fabric, it did little to cushion the hits.

The second hit was equally strong, but the drow remained calm and counted “two”, since she now knew WHAT to expect. She could not remain composed for too long, the hits were strong, yet the pain was bearable, but combined with growing arousal it caused involuntary moans to escape Laerinia’s mouth, as she continues to count the strokes.

At “ten” the moans turned into grunts, but that was the moment when Ephra, silent until now, started to moan as well. The angel’s nipples and especially vaginal lips were beginning to sting from the pressure caused by the clamps.

When they reached sixteen Laerinia’s grunts turned into cries. Ephra knew she would have to stop soon, but taking over forty strokes, even from the moderately strong drow, seemed a bit tough even for her; so she continued.

Oof. Seventeen. Oof! Eighteen. Ah! Twenty. Ahh! Twenty one. AAH. Twenty two. AAAHH! Twenty three.

That was when the angel had stopped.

“Is that it?” asked Tanariehl.

“Yes. I will take the rest.”

“That you will. Thirty seven, but that’ll come later. This slut still has a lot of skin to warm-up. Let’s move to her inner thighs.”

The plant must have understood the command since it flipped Laerinia, so that she was facing the ceiling. It also spread the drow’s legs nearly into splits to give a good access to her inner thighs.

“Skin here is more sensitive than on buttocks” said the incubus “so I think that forty per each thigh should suffice. Same rules apply.”

Laerinia took first three hits on her left thigh with composure, only the pronounced numbers leaving her mouth. Just like with the buttocks the fabric of the bodystocking covering the drow’s body did almost nothing to soften the strokes. Four, five and six came out accompanied by gasps, seven, eight and nine - by short cries, by tenth hit the cries got significantly louder.

Ephra’s predicament was having an impact on the angel as well, the pressure of the nipple clamps was not something she could ignore anymore. Especially since with each swing the weights pulled on Ephra’s tender parts. Pain itself would have been bearable, but binded with the lust it caused it created an erotic sensation that the angel was not familiar with. She would be lying if she said she was not enjoying it though. Ephra wanted more! Both pain and pleasure; that was why she did not hold back when she whipped Laerinia.

“Eleven!” cried out the drow, the mixture of pain and lust clear in her voice.

The angel sensed that her lover, or maybe rather a victim, could take several more hits, but not many more.

Ah! Twelve. AH! Thirteen. AH! Fourteen. AHH! Fifteen. AAHH! Sixteen. AAAHHHH! Seventeen.

That was all for the left thigh. Tanariehl reminded Ephra that she would be receiving twenty three hits on her corresponding body part. The same number of strokes was delivered to Laerinia’s right thigh.

“We can now move to more interesting places, nipples!” exclaimed Tanariehl with enthusiasm.

The plant moved the drow again, so that the sorceress was being kept in an upright position, just above the ground, with her arms along her body.

“Leave the belt and take this crop, instead. Rules remain, twenty hits per nipple. Proceed.”

The nipples were obviously even more sensitive than the thighs. Yet Ephra could not spare Laerinia this time, she would have to undergo the same torment soon, but her nipples would already be aching from the clamps. Sharing the strokes equally was the best she could offer the sorceress.

The drow could barely remain silent from the very beginning. Ephra’s hits were strong, but bearable, thanks to the potion; but the arousal that has accumulated was not. The second effect of the magical injection has been working the whole time, Laerinia felt as excited as if she had been having passionate sex. But she had not forgotten that an orgasm would not be coming until an antidote was applied; so she tried to remain composed, but it was harder and harder to achieve.

By the tenth stroke the drow’s scream was resonating throughout the whole chamber, pain could be sensed in it as well, but it was mostly about excitement. Laerinia was on the edge of climax and she would remain there for a long time; and there was still the other nipple before the next part...

The sorceress was moved by the plant again, her body was lowered and her legs spread into the splits to give best access to her clitoris.

“Work the crop” said Tanariehl to Ephra “we can clearly hear that she’s enjoying it. Aren’t you, slut?”

Laerinia did not answer and just hung there breathing hard, so the incubus spoke again:

“I asked you a question. Do you enjoy the foreplay?”

“Yesss…”

“There’s still more to come. Are you ready to receive it, slut?”

“Yesss…”

“Good! That’s what I wanted to hear.“

Ephra once more decided to spread the strokes evenly between the two of them. She was also wondering how she would be able to take all the excitement caused by the pain.

“AHHHHH!! Ooneee…”

The first hit made Laerinia scream, the drow felt as if she was about to climax, but did not. The immediate excitement turned into a moan of frustration, all the feelings only intensified as the whipping continued. The angel kept the hits hard, as commanded by the incubus. She was not afraid that the sorceress would get hurt, Laerinia was tough enough to endure it and the protective magic of the potion was potent and stable; and the whipping went on…

“AAAHHHHH! Twoooo…”

“OOOOOFFF! Threeee..”

Laerinia’s screams, moans and wailings were beginning to have an effect on Ephra as well. She was already mildly excited by the pain caused by the clamps with weights, but the noises made by the drow were so erotic; and they reminded the angel of her own fate.

By the time the sorceress had counted to ten the denied orgasm could be clearly heard in her screams. Her body was trembling and she was clenching her fists, but the relief did not come and the arousal continued to build up in her body.

But the “warm-up” was completed, the drow was breathing hard and her ebony skin could be seen glistening with sweat in the areas that were not covered by the bodystocking. She was almost steaming with excitement which made her forget about the pain almost instantaneously. She had to calm herself down because there was still a lot of “entertainment” to come and it was supposed to be even more intense.