They walked on up the mountain for a short time, but took a different path today. Instead of going up to the camp, they took a path to the right. Samia had to watch her footing here, especially with bare feet and shackled hands. The path was narrower, and they had to walk around a couple of trees on the way.
Eventually they reached a flat area with a couple of trees in it. A thick length of rope hung over the branch of one of the trees. There was a table here too, Samia saw the flogger resting on it. There were more things on the table, but that was in the centre of her mind right now.
Her knees went weak, and she looked up at Frost with pleading eyes. “Please don’t flog me. I’ll tell you whatever you need to know.”
“I’ll make sure you do.” He smiled sadistically back.
He grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her over to the tree. She dug her feet in at first, but he was too strong, and the stony ground hurt her foot, so she had **** but to follow.
Frost tied the rope around her shackles, then pulled the opposite side down until Samia’s hands were raised high above her head, high enough that she had to tiptoe.
Tears rolled down Samia’s cheeks. This was going to hurt. She almost regretted having Varga slap her this morning, this flogging would have happened nonetheless though.
“Please,” she sobbed. “Ask me anything, I’ll tell you.”
“I know you will. But be quiet for now, slut.” He picked something up from the table, a rag. He walked around behind her, wrapping it around her mouth and gagging her with it, tying it behind her head.
All she could do was mumble her pleads now.
He grabbed the flogger and twirled the leather tips menacingly. He started with already-sore ass cheeks. Samia closed her eyes, hopping from one foot to the other as her bare ass was flogged. The skin and flesh was already sore and bruised, and Frost let out moans of pleasure as Samia mumbled in pain.
He stood behind her for a moment, groping the welted and bruised skin of her ass. Then he slapped one of her cheeks with his hand, making her jump.
She looked at him fearfully as he came around the front.
Her breasts were next. He stared into her eyes as he alternated the flogger on each tit. Each hit was merciless. Samia sobbed, shaking with fear and pain as her breasts turned bright pink, then red. Her tiptoes were starting to go numb.
Frost rubbed the flogger on her pussy, and Samia closed her legs. He chuckled, putting his face close to hers, letting her smell the **** in his breath.
“Don’t worry, I have a way to keep them open.”
Samia squeezed her knees together as Frost went back to his table, then returned with a metal bar with a ring on either side. She tried to kick, tried to shuffle away from him as he restrain her. The fighting didn’t help, and he soon had both ankles trapped in the rings on either side, her legs spread for him.
The flogger now struck her exposed pussy. The pain was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
She closed her eyes, tried to hiss but only growled through the gag. He struck the sensitive skin on the insides of her thighs next, quickly slapping the flogger from side to side and Samia screamed in pain.
Then he flogged her tits and ass some more, changing between them and her pussy and trying to catch her off guard with all three. He even whipped her waist, back and legs, just when she’d expected the hits elsewhere.
When she was a sobbing mess, he removed her gag.
“Let’s see if you’re ready to talk now then,” he said. “Are you?”
Samia nodded through sobs. Her skin felt like it was on fire, her tiptoes tingled, her arms ached. She just wanted this punishment to be over. She wanted her sentence to be over. She’d tell him anything. “P- please. N- no more.”
