“You’re going to need to do more than ask to find out,” you tell her and rub your wrists, which are, all of a sudden, not quite pink enough.
“I see.” She smiles, then kisses you and tugs your lower lip with a firm bite.
“Ouch, but no.”
Her nails claw and descend. Her hands find your harness. She removes your whip and puts it aside.
“Undress and get down on your knees.”
You take off your harness. You touch the handle of your sword and wonder if you should kill her now or wait. You’re too curious to see what she’s capable of, so you take everything off and kneel again.
She binds your hands in front of you. The rope that she uses is hanging from overhead and looped through a metal ring, which acts as a pulley. Your hands are hoisted up like a sail. As you feel your shoulders lift, she stops and knots off the rope to a side wall. You’re able to lean forward slightly, but the way your hands are bound you cannot lift yourself up and onto your feet. The tension is perfect. You’re defenseless. After examining her work, you say,
“Impressive. You’re getting warmer.”
She walks over to your pile of clothes and removes the scarf. The fabric is twisted, placed over your eyes, and tied securely around your head. You see nothing.
Her first blow is brutal. She hits you on your right side with the flogger on the handle of the whip. One more. Same side and even harder. When you fall into the knot and hang for a breath, the veins in your wrist kiss the rope and scream. The knot squeezes your skin raw, before you are able to regain your posture. You must try to keep your weight back, so you won’t fall forward when she hits you again.
The next pass of the whip is sharp. She must be holding the whip by the handle now and using the focused end, you think. You hear her crack it on the floor. Your shoulders jerk backwards. She’s testing her aim. One more loud crack on the floor and then your left thigh is hit precisely. Quick pain. You keep your balance and avoid falling forward.
Her hand gets to the small of your back, lifts, and comes down on your ass. The sound of her spanking you makes you wet. She does it again and your stomach clenches. You feel yourself tip forward slightly. The knots in your wrist get tighter. You try to lean your hips backward. But, the leather fringe of the flogger is placed on your shoulder. You feel it slip slowly down your back and know you can’t brace for what’s about to happen.
Thwack.
After this devastating blow, you collapse forward. Your wrists are choking and it takes you a few seconds to lift up and balance again. She’s merciless. The minute you’re steadied on your knees, she hits you again. You contract whatever muscles you can in order to not let the momentum push you forward. You get ready for another blow, but it never comes.
Now, she starts to finger you from behind.
“Tell me your name.”
“Cleopatra,” you say with a mocking tone.
She pushes her fingers in deeper. You feel yourself clench and then her hand exits your pussy. She spanks you hard on your right ass cheek. You can feel a welt forming.
“Tell me your real name.”
She spanks you again. You sigh because the sound of her hitting you is so incredibly clear and beautiful. Her hand lands again and this time she keeps it on where she landed her mark and squeezes you.
“Odysseus!’ you scream, ‘My name is absolutely Odysseus!”
The next hit is so severe that you fall forward and crash into the rope. A tiny noose to cut off the circulation to your hands. You dangle helplessly. Held only by your numb wrists. The rope cuts in deeper. You can’t lift yourself up anymore. She hits you again and again. All you hear is the alternating sound of impact and the intensity of your breathing. Then, abruptly, she stops.
There is a single gunshot.
Bang!
Her body grazes you as it falls down in a pile. Sven removes your blindfold and releases your hands. Your wrists itch. They alternate from shades of red to white, like a flickering candle.
“It seems like the curtain was about to fall on that scene, Captain.”
“Perfectly timed entrance as usual, Sven. Thank you.”
“Your welcome. I’ll send one of the Bears down later to throw her overboard.”
“That is a perfect plan,” you say while putting your clothes back on and checking the welt she left on your right thigh.
“When you’re ready, there are mojitos upstairs. They’re quite good,” Sven adds.
“You made them didn’t you?”
He squints at you with his diamond blue eyes and smiles.
“Of course, Captain.” “Cocky bitch.”
“Always, Captain. Always.”
THE END.
