"THIS IS JUST A TASTE FOR NOW. AND WHEN THIS STOPS IT IS NOT OVER ! Now count slut! Count!"
The penile gag made her utterances almost inaudible.
" One!" she blurted.
"Two!" The cuts were stinging and causing her to ejaculate with the thought of what he was doing to her. She imagined the welts on her buttocks. She isolated herself from the pain as if she were the voyeur.
"Nine!"
"Ten!" she shouted over the gag.
The cane was handed to his guest. The Frenchman added a new dimension her punishment, and she was instructed to restart the count.
The skin on her bottom was now beginning to split and seep blood. She knew those welts would be there for a long time. Maybe weeks !
She stared down at the embankment below and watched the tiny figures as they went about their business. Her bottom didn't belong to her anymore and the whipping ceased to have much effect. She was only just conscious of the Frenchman's final tenth lash and his handing over the cane back to her Master. They continued with a second round of ten apiece. She was only just conscious by the end of that. When she was released from the rail and fell on the floor. She was raised to her knees and the gag removed. One of the men,she didn't know or care which, knelt behind her and putting his fingers round and into her mouth stretched it wide open. The penis of the other man rested on her tongue. In her diminished mental state it was moments before she realized the liquid running into her mouth was urine. T.B.C.
