Visha is whipped.

"Very well." Rezma acceded to the slavers suggestion. "Visha will receive ten lashes to her buttocks. Adjust your chair so her behind is presented for punishment."

"Oh ho, yes of course." The wizened old slaver was practically dancing in anticipation. "Mistress is so wise, chastisement is far more effective if delivered promptly."

The master made the necessary adjustments to the seat and it's attached arm and leg rests. Visha, at Rezma's command took her position upon the chair without complaint. The Stygian faced the chair, kneeling in the leg rests with her forearms laid flat upon the armrests. The old man strapped her tightly in place across her ankles, knees, wrists and elbows. The little witch's plump rounded behind was thrust up and back vulnerably for the mistress's whip. Visha seemed unconcerned by her impending punishment, smiling as she was secured in place and wriggling her rounded buttocks in open invitation to the Shemite's quirt.

Rezma loosened the whip from her belt and shook it to uncoil the length. The braided leather whip was about three cubits in length and tapered gradually from handgrip to tip. As Rezma prepared the first strike the master of brands took position behind the chair so he might peer into Visha's face as she was punished. To the Akkadian's distaste he saw the elderly slaver fish his cock from his britches and begin to coax it to stiffness. He began to stroke it within his scrawny clenched fist as he stared into Visha's eyes.

The whip cracked suddenly and loudly, the tip lashing across both exposed globes of the Stygian's behind. Visha gave a high pitched yelp and jerked forward in her restraints. The old man chortled and pumped his cock faster. Surprisingly the Akkadian heard the petite witch giggle, even as the reddened stripe of the whip appeared across her ripe cheeks. He heard her begin to chant softly and he recognised the alien sounding words as being akin to the recent ritual of branding and those uttered by the wizard Amon Thoth many moons ago. The whipped cracked again, but Visha's cry was less strident and ended in a gasping sigh. The Stygian pressed her belly down so her mons and labia ground against the edge of the chair.

"Those words! The pretty knows the ancient tongue." The slaver exclaimed excitedly. "She is weaving an incantation."

"Hmmmph, gag her old man or plug that mouth with your cock if you think her words a threat." Rezma suggested, pausing her next strike.

"Oh ho, no indeed mistress. The tongue is known only to a few and this slut seems fluent in it's use." The slaver contradicted. "Let the pretty continue, I am fascinated to see what cantrip the witch conjures."

Rezma resumed the punishment, but with each strike the responding cry of pain from Visha grew more muted and the following sighs and moans more lusty. The small Stygian was rotating her rear, grinding her labia against the chair as her chant was puntuated by aroused whimpers and gasps. By the time Rezma was halfway through the alloted lashes Visha ceased to cry in pain completely, instead greeting each lash of the whip with obvious sexual enjoyment.

"Fascinating, you see the effect mistress?" The slaver asked excitedly as he pounded his cock feverishly in his fist. "The incantation transmutes the pretty's pain to pleasure."

Rezma completed the punishment with evident growing frustration. Though the Stygian's buttocks were now criss crossed with red whip stripes she only seemed more aroused the harder Rezma struck her. By the time the final lash of the whip landed on Visha's gyrating bottom she was crying out loudly in ecstasy and writhing in climactic orgasm. As she cried out the old slaver's cock fountained, pearly streams of man seed splattering across the Stygian's face and heaving breasts.