“Thats a flogger. Good for beginning.” said Claire and went behind the girl. Then, after a fast, sizzling sound, Jenna felt the impact on her butt. It was like being slapped, only the pain transformed after the hit into a burning sensation, but it was moderate and bearable. Ten strikes later she realized that Claire had just started low, for she was strinking harder and harder now.
Tears formed in Jenna’s eyes, she clenched her teeth, and after three more hits the pain won over her dignity, and she screamed her pain out.
It felt like hours, but it lasted on 5 minutes. Claire removed the T-frame from the sobbing girls who lied on the cold marble floor, shaking.
Jenna wasn’t able to move only on finger without beeing answered by aching pain.
The redhead went down to her heels, so her triangle rested on Jenna’s stomach, and bent over her, grasping her head by her hair, almost gentle.
She lowered her face over the sobbing girl and put a soft, probing kiss on her lipps. Then, she gradually forced her tongue over and kissed her deep and long.
Jenna could see and feel the desire in Claires look, but she didn’t gave in because of that. Her mind was just filled to the top with disbelief and the strongest pain she ever felt, and it was this small bit of compassion she cried for.
To Claire, who exactly know what she was doing to her victim, it was just a bit of calculation and lust.
She released herself from the girl and said firmly:
“We need to get on.”
Then she put the flogger to its use again, striking the breasts and hips of the meatgirl, which tried to escape the blows by rolling and moving, only exposing her side and arms to the mercyless leather strips of her tormentor. Claire avoided hitting the face or the pussy of Jenna, but one blow found its way to her cheek, and the howling and screaming peaked to a new height.
When the pain on her front wasn’t bearable any longer, Jenna rolled over, but her swollen skin on the back responded even more to the assault, she even got on her feet and moved one step before giving away to the agony and sinking to the ground again.
She screamed, and at some point she had not even the energy left to do that, and just lay still, tears forming a puddle around her face, to weak to even shake or twitch when the next hit came in.
She could hear Claire’s voice like through a thick layer of cotton, somewhere on the other side of her consciousness, somewhere outside her small world of pain.
“This lotion will decrease the swelling, and it even contains some spices which will get deep into your skin. Get into bed and sleep a bit, you need it.”
A flask was put beside her head, and Jenna felt a kiss on her lips, just as unreal as everything else, then she felt the other girl moving away, and heard a closing door.
She was alone.
Jenna couldn’t say how long she was just lying on the cold marble before she got the power to move her arms. Ignoring the pain, she rubbed the lotion into her skin, hoping for some relief.
It was pleasantly cool on her burning skin, and the pain decreased a bit.
Somehow she managed to move into the bed, not caring that she left lotion on everything she touched, and slept away quite fast.
She woke up as Claire gently shook her shoulders.
“Rise and shine, piggy. We need to do the next step, then you’ll get breakfast. Follow me.”
Jenna got up, and was glad that the swelling on her whole body was nearly grown back. The pain was merely a background noise now, constantly present, but bearable.
She followed Claire out of the room and down a long floor to a small, tiled room. The thick doors looked soundproof, and the whole room looked like a crossing between an old medieval torture chamber and an operation room.
As she hesitated to enter it she got a fierce snap to her still aching nipple.
“Move on, and sit down on the table!”
Claire pointed towards a metal table with sink, of the sort one might expect to find in a hospital. Jenna responded quickly.
With fast, routinized movements she was leaned back, so that the pits of her knees rested on the edge of the table, then her upper body was bound to it by leather strips, as well as her spread legs. She was fully exposed, and felt embarassed by Claire openly scrutinizing looks to her pussy.
Withoutany further words, the girl started eating her out.
It was so surreal, but after a while Jenna started to relax and tried to enjoy it. Claire was definitly more skilled than her friend in school, with which she was testing her sexuality for the first time, to not repeat it again.
But the expirienced redhead pushed her easily down the road toward climating, and Jenna felt ashamed and embarassed.
The person was about to torture and kill her, but could singlehanded force her to orgasm against her will. She felt betrayed, by the world, by her body, and by herself.
After all, she was only a peace of meat, stock, like a cow or a stout, to be used as wished if the right button is pushed, confined to her lowly, animalic instinkts.
Not selfcontrolled nor disciplined like a civilized girl is expected to. Only some kind of animal.
“You quite enjoyed it, for not being into girls.” was she reminded by Claire, and her voice had an hard edge to it.
Jenna gave her an angry glare, but for a splitsecond only. Then her eyes got looked broken again.
Claire went on, ignoring the look.
“This is a selfcauterizing scalpel, it reduces bleeding. Prepare for some pain, as I will now remove the protective skin on your clit.”
Panic filled the mind of the bound girl, but she couldn’t move her hips one inch.
In pure terror she saw the redhead bending over her wide, open, spread femalehood and moving the blade towards her.
She screamed and begged, but Claire just did not listen, and then, as the scalpel hit home, she screamed.
Not like yesterday when she was beat up, not like when she got branded, she screamed and cryed like never before, in pure agony and terror.
Claire worked slowly, as if she enjoyed it, so it took over a half minute untill she was finished. Jenna’s voice had already died down by then, to be only a sobbing groan in the background, and she nearly passed out.
But she wasn’t as lucky as to just black out, and felt the blade cutting and cauterizing every millimeter of her precious, intimate skin.
Her clitoris was now fully exposed, and Claire gave it a kiss, as if to smack down the last humilation, then she released the shaking girl from the table, and led her, tears still running from red eyes, to the dining room.
On the dish in front of her was some meat, a handfull of wedges and some vegetables. Claire told her the meat was from a boy named Jeff, and reluctant she took a bite, but it tasted quite good. But bit after bit she was forced to think about her situation. She would get reduced to some pieces of meat too.
Jenna had seen the frontdoor on her way to the dining room, and wondered if she could manage her escape somehow.
The pain between her leg was not too much, it had already decreased to a slow, pulsating ache, and she assumed this had to do with the cauterizing electroscalpell, so she felt quite able to run a bit.