Whipped and Punished

The first thing that you notice when you begin to come to is the weight on your hands. At first it feels as if somebody is pulling at your wrists together over your head, but as your sense slowly regain that's not the case. Your feet are touching nothing. The weight on your hands is your weight alone. A dull pain thuds in your head and a cool wind slides across your naked body. Opening your eyes, you are greeted with the sight of a wooden slab. Your hands are clasped together with manacles attached to a chain that goes up and...Suddenly a loud snap pierces the air and you feel a sharp pain line across your back. You shout in pain and surprise "Haa!"

From behind, the voice of your mother rings out, "So, the little girl is awake."

Twisting your body, you look over your shoulder and behind you. Your mother stands there in her true form. Her fire red hair lays loosely across her horns and shoulders and her wings are folded behind her back. Her clothes are missing and her hands are crossed across her large bosom. Her purple nipples stiff in the cool air. She seems almost amused by your pained shout. In her hands is a long bullwhip.

"Mother, whatever are you-Aah!" You begin to ask before her expression stiffens and she cracks the whip against your back again forcing another shout.

"It's simple. I'm punishing you, dear." She lifts the whip up and over her head and shouts, "You!" Then brings it down onto your back. You yelp and squirm as it digs at your skin. "Killed!" Again the whip comes down, sliding almost straight down your spine. "My!" This time it strikes your leg and thigh, "Sister!" She grunts and brings the whip down for a fourth time and you feel the tip of the whip strike the small of your back.

Your body goes limp and you pant at the lull in action. Perhaps it's some defense your mind has set up against the pain, or some latent sexual perversion from your fiendish side. The streaks across your back that the whip made are pulsing with pain, but the rest of your body feels charged. You shiver...in pleasure? Your mind just barely begins to comprehend this as another crack is heard and another line of pain is drawn across your back, but this one isn't so bad. You shout, but this time there is a bit more than just pain in your voice while a shudder of pleasure runs down your spine.You aren't the only one getting enjoyment. Turning your head between strikes to look at your mother, Marissa. A sadistic grin crawls across her face and a fiendish look burns in her eyes with every strike and hit.

It isn't long before your shouts of pain turn almost fully into pleasure. You begin to anticipate the strikes and tense up before the hit causes ecstasy to shudder across your whole body. Your pleasure isn't lost on Marissa for long and her whipping becomes more and more forceful. She yells again, "Little Slut! Getting off on your punishment."

Her shouts only cause you to writhe in more pleasure until finally a particularly hard strike causes an explosion of pleasure to well from head to loins and back again. Involuntarily, your body spasms and you shout in pleasure. Your knees buckle against your chest while you squirm in orgasmic bliss against your bonds. The movement causes you to slowly turn so that you're facing forward. Finally, you relax and pant as remnant shivers of pleasure from your peak shudders through your body.

Your mother finally becomes fully aware that this punishment isn't having the intended effect and she throws the whip down in disgust. She growls in irritation and pulls a lever beside her. The sounds of a whirring mechanism fill the room and the chains holding you up go slack and you crash to the floor. Before you react, she's onto you. Her hands grab your shoulders and her sharp nails dig into your back as she picks you up only to throw you back to the ground. The next thing you feel is a solid kick to the side that makes you release a pained whine. "This is a punishment!" She shouts and emphasizes each word with a kick. This is a completely different pain; one that is not fun. She continues her **** "You killed my sister!"

You know you can't survive this sort of thing. If she continues, you'll die. So you do the only thing you can think of to stop her and shout back at her, "And you killed my father and brother!"

"And my husband and son!" She shouts back. Marissa kicks you one last time that sends you onto your back before falling back and collapses into a sitting position. She looks down at you, "Don't you think I know that?"

You curl into a ball and squint your eyes open to look at her and think you see a hint remorse on her face. Weakly, you ask "Why?"

The only sound for a few moments is the two of you panting before she sighs, "You don't understand. You're just a half-breed demon. You don't understand the hunger for more. Your father. He wasn't prepared to satisfy me...or my desires...My addiction. Those desires welled up inside me for years while I fought against them. I thought I could manage, but it was a fool's errand. I even tried to drag Bryce down into debauchery and that too failed. In the end, I broke down and reverted to my original plan: to kill Bryce and take his throne for my own, but he was getting older and I wished for a younger body. Donmal was the perfect one. It felt good to let loose. Until..." Her expression becomes almost haunted, "The day after was the worst day that I can remember in recent memory."

Her voice turns to ice and her expression darkens, "I was just starting to come to terms with that and turn it into something positive for myself when you and your little cat came along and killed my sister."

She stands and her body shimmers briefly until it takes the form of Donmal. He walks over and pulls a robe on hanging in the corner in the room before moving over and looks down on you with a stern expression. "You're going to die here. But first, we shall toy with you for awhile. I'm sure my brother will also want to have a go."

He turns his back on you and leaves. The door closes and leaves you in darkness.