Revenge

Now, my dear, you will pay me for these years of humiliation, denigration, and the dismissal from my position at Harvard.

Brought back to the Harlenton base camp, Lana was tied by the hands to a post with a chain ending in a meat hook that held the chains on her hands and her body at a height that prevented her from resting on her feet.

He signaled to a giant man holding a whip.

• My dear Lana, this man will whip until I'm satisfied. I chose him because he's a master of the whip. He can make someone suffer for hours or skin them alive. He'll make you dance. I'm going to love this show.

He gestured. The man, with a satisfied smile, made a sweeping motion to ensure a perfect impact, and the crack of the whip preceded the pain that made my skin feel like it was being torn apart by the blow.

Harlenton said,

• Vary it. We don't want her dead, just to see her beg, humiliate herself like never before, for this to stop.

The whip came down again, the bite of the leather on my bare flesh was excruciating. I screamed like a damned woman. My hands, clenched around the meat hook, bled from the pressure as her body rocked with each blow. Harlenton, arms crossed, watched the scene with a sadistic smile, his eyes shining with pleasure. After each blow, the colossus moved closer to examine the red welts multiplying on Lana's back, making sure he wasn't killing her, but rather pushing her to the brink of fainting.

• Louder, Harlenton murmured, so she understands who's in charge now.
• If you want, I can bring her to such a state that she'll empty herself when she loses control of her rectum;
• Well, why not? If you can do it, I'll give you $100.

The colossus sneered at the offer, visibly excited by the idea of ​​pushing me to my limits. He raised the whip higher this time, and the crack sounded like thunder. The bite of the leather on my bruised flesh was unbearable; I screamed so loudly that my voice began to hoarse.

Harlenton moved closer, his eyes shining with sadistic pleasure, and whispered,

• Harder, even louder. I want to see her dance in the void when she empties.

The man accelerated, my body tried to flee, my legs flailing roughly and vulgarly. I begged in vain, but it didn't stop. Each blow made me spit out a heart-rending scream. My muscles twitched in excruciating pain, my hands bled against the meat hook, and I felt my strength slowly ebbing away. Harlenton was laughing now, a deep, sadistic laugh. He approached me, his face inches from mine, his eyes shining with pleasure. He whispered, "You see, Lana, I told you you'd dance for me."

He began to whip my exposed sex, in pain and terror. Then he stopped as I curled my legs, trying in vain to protect myself. They tied me up, my legs spread, totally exposed and offered to his whip.

• Okay, let's start again, my dear, I'm going to lacerate your pussy and clitoris. He slammed the whip on the ground.

Unable to regain control, drugged, my terror amplified by the drug, I emptied my intestines, soiling my legs and the ground with excrement.

My tormentor exulted. Harlenton gloated at the sight of my shame and my degradation.

Tears streamed steadily down my cheeks as I felt my My soul shattered into a thousand pieces. Harlenton, delighted by my humiliation, began to laugh with an intensity that chilled my blood.

• You see, Lana, you're nothing more than a rag fit only to be served in a Manila brothel, he said, moving even closer, his hot breath against my ear. The colossus, visibly excited by the spectacle, suggested a new form of torture, but Harlenton raised his hand to stop him.
• No, let her taste her shame for a while. Let her soak up her own degradation. Here's your $100, hand her the bills. Untie her. Lara, you'll clean up your excrement with your mouth, and you'll use your whip to make sure there's no trace left on the ground. Then you'll hose her down, understand?

They freed me, my hands, and I fell to the ground, still bound by my ankles. Harlenton grabbed me by the hair and crushed my face in my excrement.

• Hurry up, or I'll let our friend enjoy himself by showing you how far he can handle the whip.