Without respite

They threw me to the ground, pushing me with their feet, and signaled to one of the guards on duty, a tall black man, a real colossus, who approached me and picked me up, grabbing me by the hair. He pulled me, almost dragged me to the housekeeper who was in charge of the slaves.

• Hmm, the twins are still as efficient as ever, but I assure you this is only the beginning. Your friend Emma and Min Mei are here.

They signaled to them, approaching as they were on their knees, hands on their heads.

Emma and Min Mei moved forward on their knees, their bodies glistening with sweat and marked with recent redness. Their lowered eyes met mine for a moment, a silent exchange of perversity and complicity, before the housekeeper grabbed the back of my neck with an icy hand.

• Follow me on all fours. When I stop, you will stand to my right and await instructions.

The governess advanced slowly, her stiletto heels clicking on the marble floor like a cruel metronome. We crawled behind her, our bruised knees rubbing against the polished coldness, our panting breaths mingling in the air thick with desire and fear.

Emma moaned softly when a guard slapped her buttocks, the quivering flesh marked with a bright red imprint.

She led us into a large circle where many of the guests were waiting for the next festivities. When we arrived, we stood to the governess's right as we watched a **** being whipped, but what was more impressive was the number of people watching us, submissive in this BDSM orgy.

The governess introduced us. First, this redheaded ****, Teyla, to her right, Min Mei, and even further to her right, Emma. I present these three volunteers to your assembly. What perversion must they undergo? Of course, I would need volunteers to carry out your sadistic or lustful sentence.

The governess stepped aside, revealing our three trembling bodies to the eager gaze of the assembly. An excited murmur rippled through the crowd, interspersed with low laughter and obscene comments.

Clang.

The first blow of the whip whistled before landing on my shoulder blades, leaving a scarlet trail on my milky skin.

Come on, don't be shy. Do you want them to whip each other, to penetrate each other in a sexual chain, or for vigorous men, guards, or volunteers to fuck them? Prove your imagination! They're eager to fulfill your fantasies.

A hearty laugh erupted from the assembly, followed by a raspy voice that ordered: "Let them whip themselves first... the losers will be handed over to the worst brutes."

The governess smiled, tracing an icy line along my spine with her sharp nails. "You heard." She threw three riding crops at my feet, the black leather gleaming under the harsh lights.

• The first to surrender will be handed over to three guards who will **** her as they see fit, the second to two; the winner can choose how she is ****.

The whippings fell into a tense silence. Emma was the first to grab one, her trembling fingers closing around the handle with resignation mixed with excitement. Min Mei glanced at me furtively before picking up hers, her ragged breaths betraying fear and desire burning beneath her clammy skin.