Whipping

A day had passed since Vortisax had taken over. Artaria and Morgan had been stripped naked and chained up in the dungeon. Food was thrown onto the floor and the sisters had to eat from it. The two girls were positioned facing each other. Artaria was ashamed to admit this but she was aroused, seeing her older sister naked and in chains. She wanted to fuck her. Artaria pushed those thoughts out of her head as Vortisax entered the dungeon, carrying a whip.

"You think you've won? I will make you pay for this!" shouted Artaria, defiantly.

"You two are no longer princesses, just slaves. All that remain to be certain is which you will be whipped."

Vortisax expected them to choose.

"If you don't decide very soon, I will have both of you whipped." he said.

"Whip me." said Artaria.

Vortisax stood behind Morgan and let the whip fly.

CRACK!

Morgan screamed out in pain as the whip tore through her back.

"You bastard!" screamed Artaria.

CRACK!

"Stay strong, sister!" said Artaria.

CRACK!

Morgan did her best to stay strong under the lash.

CRACK!

But the whip was insistent.

CRACK!

"Please, whip me!" cried Artaria.

CRACK!

Morgan cried out under every lash.

CRACK!

Artaria had tears in her own eyes.

CRACK!

"Don't hurt her! Punish me instead!" Artaria sobbed.

CRACK!

After ten lashes, Vortisax put away the whip.

"I'll be back tomorrow and you can decide which of you I punish next."

Morgan was weeping from the pain.

"Its alright, sister. We will find a way out of this." said Artaria.

"I want the younger sister gagged." said Vortisax.

One of the guard placed a ballgag into Artaria's mouth. Vortisax also had Morgan turned round so that Artaria could see the wounds on her back.

"You see that? You did this to her." Vortisax told Artaria.

Vortisax turned to Morgan.

"I don't think your little sister cares about you very much. Maybe she was eyeing the throne for herself."