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The whipping of Sarina

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I have been registered and following this forum for many years and this is my first post. This is just a short story and as English is not my native language, you may feel free to correct any mistakes, or even to do additions to the story, as I am not very good in describing feeling and reactions of the audience. If the more talented forumers could illustrate the story, it could become even better. And now the story:


Sarina was a young warrior who had just joined the ranks of the Amazon army. The new recruits were subjected to intense training to strengthen their bodies and to master the weapons of war. Discipline was strict and every offence was punished with flogging. To prove their will, all young girls were whipped before being accepted as recruits, as it was expected of them to remain unbroken if they are captured and tortured by the enemies. The wounds were treated with a special ointment that removed all scars in a matter of a few days, though it was very painful to apply over the fresh wounds.

Sarina was exceptionally beautiful with slightly elongated face, defiant black eyes and slightly curved black hair reaching her shoulders. Her body was somewhat darkish, slim, firm and flexible; ribs being prominent and yet being strong, pleasantly muscled with abs visible on the abdomen. Her leather breast cover underlined the promontory of her proud middle-sized breasts. Sarina’s beauty quickly caught the eye of many warriors and she eventually began a passionate relationship with the charming and already experienced 25-year-old Riala. However, she also made some enemies, especially the officer Temira, whose advances Sarina rejected. Such relationships were forbidden during the 8-year training period and because of their never diminished frequency were punished with cruelty. Sarina and Riala were caught several weeks after the beginning of their affair. Riala was sentenced to 50 lashes, and being a new recruit Sarina was to receive only 30, reduced to 20 if she asks forgiveness. Yet, despite Riala’s pleas, Sarina not only refused to ask forgiveness but stated that she will not abandon the relationship no matter the punishment. Temira, one of the overseeing officers, took the opportunity to sentence her to 50 lashes with the most cruel single-tail whip in the army.

Locked in the underground level of the barracks, Sarina still recalled Riala’s screams as she was publicly flogged before the ranks the previous day. She never asked for mercy but the strokes were applied with such strength that no human being could endure them without screaming out loudly. She was taken out from the cell in the late morning and led to the platform rising on the large square in front of the barracks with spectators gathered since early morning. There were two thick wooden columns some two meters apart from one another with iron shackles on the top and on the bottom. There was also a vessel with glowing charcoal with an iron rod stuck inside. A precaution in case the victim loses consciousness. Sarina was fixed in X position between the pillars as the guards fixed tightly the shackles on the arms and legs, so that she could barely move. Then, they removed her top cover, leaving the young gently breasts open, leaving only a loosely tied white loincloth hanging just above her sex, barely covering it. It was equally small at the backside, barely covering the area between the two buttocks. Her brown areolae and already erect nipples shone proudly on her straight body.

A huge heavily muscled warrior by the name of Turma approached the platform without much haste. As she stepped up, she slowly uncoiled a large two-meter long bullwhip with a single throng made of wooly rhinoceros leather. She then soaked the whip in a buckle of salted water with vinegar and moved behind Sarina’s restrained body. One of the guards stood by the left side to count the strokes.

The hissing sound of the whip was immediately followed by the impact of the first stroke that hit Sarina’s naked back at the muscled shoulders with unexpected strength. “One”, shouted the guard while Sarina barely held scream that was about to go out of her mouth. Compared to the first whipping three months ago, this felt like an almost new torture. The viciousness of the stroke took her by surprise. As the fierily pain spread, the second lash hit again the shoulders, this time from the upper left, crisscrossing the previous stripe and continuing downwards to the right. “Two”, she heard, while arching forward as much as the chains allowed. The next stroke hit a bit lower with incredible strength and forced a short moan, quickly cut short by her strong will. “Three”. The fourth stoke impacted her lean back yet lower, just above the waist, followed by another vicious hit that stroke slightly diagonally above the two previous marks, leaving a bloody stripe that painfully crisscrossed both. “Five”. The experienced hand of Turma made the sixth stroke hit again in a slight diagonal, with the whip first impacting the lower part of the back above the waist before continuing upwards. “Aaah”, this time Sarina could not completely hold the scream, which came out silently. The next one hit hard just below the shoulders with the tip of the whip impacting the ribs below her right breast. “Aaaah”, she screamed more prominently now, as the guard counted the seventh lash. Turma then hit the shoulders, aiming this time also the left breast, hitting it precisely at the areola just above the erect brown nipple and extracting a loud “AAAAAAGHH”. The ninth stoke hit the waist and was again followed by a scream, as was every lash to come next.

As the sun was climbing in the sky, Sarina was sweating profoundly by the relentless heat and the constant tension in her body, with the salty sweat adding to the pain of the oozing bloody stripes that covered her back more and more densely. Turma took her task slowly and with pleasure, soaking the whip in the buckle every now and then. Sarina could feel the full vicious strength of each stroke. She was arching forward almost lustfully at every lash, with the ribs becoming even more prominent by the movement and also by her deep breaths; the nipples pointing almost upwards at times due to the flexibility of her spine. Turma was taking turns hitting from left and right, so that the tip of the cruel whip could impact the edges of both breasts and the ribs and the abdomen below. Her right nipple was hit at the thirteenth stoke; the twenty-second struck her back at the left hip bone with such a strength that it cut the rope holding the miserable loincloth, uncovering the perfectly shaven swollen sex and leaving her exquisite body entirely nude to all the ranks. Sarina did not even notice. With Sarina’s buttocks now fully exposed, Turma took the opportunity to direct the next few lashes there, expanding the pattern of reddish crisscrossed stripes further down over the gentle browning skin.

As the thirtieth lash stroke with the usual cruelty, Temira slowly approached Sarina and declared that if she was about to plead for mercy, the punishment will stop. Sarina was determined to conserve her strength and did not bother replying. “You defiant little cunt”, Temira whispered, and then continuing with a louder voice, said: “And yet, I have decided to be merciful. Being so young, you may not be able to survive 50 lashes on the back with that particular whip, but if we distribute them more evenly, you may stand a good chance. Untie her!” The guards quickly complied with the order and then brought her to an X-shaped cross at some distance from the columns, where the front of her body would not be able to avoid the lashes by bending backwards. As Sarina could barely walk, she was supported by the two guards, who fixed her to the new device. She was visibly nauseated and a potion with acute odor was stuck at her nose, forcing her to breathe it and to regain full consciousness. Her back felt like it was in fire, as if the whole army lit the camp fires there.

Turma used this hiatus to regain her strength, to drink thirstily water and to soak the whip. She approached the tightly chained Sarina, rose the whip doing a complete circle in the air before unleashing it over the young girl’s breasts, cutting through the upper part of the left one and the middle of the right, drops of blood and sweat flittering about. The pain was indescribable, incomparable to anything she had endured before. As Sarina screamed in agony, the guard counted imperturbably “Thirty-one”. The next lash added a new stripe starting from the pectoral muscle above her right breast, running diagonally to the lower left ribs, providing a basis for painful crisscrosses at the next three strokes, which followed with cruel determination. She then received another diagonal hit from the middle part of the right ribs down to the left hip, built up by straight or slightly diagonal at the opposite direction strokes in the middle and lower part of her slim abdomen. Turma, growing frustrated that a new recruit continued to defy her most vicious instrument by not pleading for an end of the torture, continued to apply the whip at Sarina’s glistening naked front with all strength. By the forty-sixth lash the young recruit’s screams began to weaken, as her strength started to fade but she once again shouted in full strength as the whip struck her sex, after which her mind fell in blackness.

Turma threw the whip on the ground and grabbed the hot iron rod from the charcoal. She closed in to Sarina’s unconscious body and applied the brazing end at the ribs below her right breast, extracting an inhuman scream as Sarina returned to reality. Turma then applied the hot iron on the inner left thigh close to her sex, followed another shriek that could be heard loudly throughout the square; then just below her left breast. She was about to continue to brand the young woman, when she was stopped by Temira. “You are going to kill her, you fool! Just finish the sentence!” The last four lashes were as savage as the previous, with Turma striking as fiercely as she could, and though the pain was agonising, they felt almost as a relief after the hot iron. Sarina could barely breathe, but she had endured the punishment. Defiant. Unbroken. “You may yet become a true warrior”, uttered Temira in disbelief.
 
Batak b. You need have no timidity concerning your writing skills. This little story is exceptionally well written. While may find the use of a hot branding iron to “revive” the subject to be somewhat curious, it is a very entertaining read. Bravo.
 
Maybe cuz of translating the, story its harder to read, also author told English is not his native language, but nice story ;)
 
Batak b. You need have no timidity concerning your writing skills. This little story is exceptionally well written. While may find the use of a hot branding iron to “revive” the subject to be somewhat curious, it is a very entertaining read. Bravo.

Maybe cuz of translating the, story its harder to read, also author told English is not his native language, but nice story ;)

Possibly the writing of my comment was not totally clear. I found the author’s writing in English of this story to be very exceptional in all aspects. Even more so in light of being a non-native speaker. Again, bravos.
 
I have been registered and following this forum for many years and this is my first post. This is just a short story and as English is not my native language, you may feel free to correct any mistakes, or even to do additions to the story, as I am not very good in describing feeling and reactions of the audience. If the more talented forumers could illustrate the story, it could become even better. And now the story:


Sarina was a young warrior who had just joined the ranks of the Amazon army. The new recruits were subjected to intense training to strengthen their bodies and to master the weapons of war. Discipline was strict and every offence was punished with flogging. To prove their will, all young girls were whipped before being accepted as recruits, as it was expected of them to remain unbroken if they are captured and tortured by the enemies. The wounds were treated with a special ointment that removed all scars in a matter of a few days, though it was very painful to apply over the fresh wounds.

Sarina was exceptionally beautiful with slightly elongated face, defiant black eyes and slightly curved black hair reaching her shoulders. Her body was somewhat darkish, slim, firm and flexible; ribs being prominent and yet being strong, pleasantly muscled with abs visible on the abdomen. Her leather breast cover underlined the promontory of her proud middle-sized breasts. Sarina’s beauty quickly caught the eye of many warriors and she eventually began a passionate relationship with the charming and already experienced 25-year-old Riala. However, she also made some enemies, especially the officer Temira, whose advances Sarina rejected. Such relationships were forbidden during the 8-year training period and because of their never diminished frequency were punished with cruelty. Sarina and Riala were caught several weeks after the beginning of their affair. Riala was sentenced to 50 lashes, and being a new recruit Sarina was to receive only 30, reduced to 20 if she asks forgiveness. Yet, despite Riala’s pleas, Sarina not only refused to ask forgiveness but stated that she will not abandon the relationship no matter the punishment. Temira, one of the overseeing officers, took the opportunity to sentence her to 50 lashes with the most cruel single-tail whip in the army.

Locked in the underground level of the barracks, Sarina still recalled Riala’s screams as she was publicly flogged before the ranks the previous day. She never asked for mercy but the strokes were applied with such strength that no human being could endure them without screaming out loudly. She was taken out from the cell in the late morning and led to the platform rising on the large square in front of the barracks with spectators gathered since early morning. There were two thick wooden columns some two meters apart from one another with iron shackles on the top and on the bottom. There was also a vessel with glowing charcoal with an iron rod stuck inside. A precaution in case the victim loses consciousness. Sarina was fixed in X position between the pillars as the guards fixed tightly the shackles on the arms and legs, so that she could barely move. Then, they removed her top cover, leaving the young gently breasts open, leaving only a loosely tied white loincloth hanging just above her sex, barely covering it. It was equally small at the backside, barely covering the area between the two buttocks. Her brown areolae and already erect nipples shone proudly on her straight body.

A huge heavily muscled warrior by the name of Turma approached the platform without much haste. As she stepped up, she slowly uncoiled a large two-meter long bullwhip with a single throng made of wooly rhinoceros leather. She then soaked the whip in a buckle of salted water with vinegar and moved behind Sarina’s restrained body. One of the guards stood by the left side to count the strokes.

The hissing sound of the whip was immediately followed by the impact of the first stroke that hit Sarina’s naked back at the muscled shoulders with unexpected strength. “One”, shouted the guard while Sarina barely held scream that was about to go out of her mouth. Compared to the first whipping three months ago, this felt like an almost new torture. The viciousness of the stroke took her by surprise. As the fierily pain spread, the second lash hit again the shoulders, this time from the upper left, crisscrossing the previous stripe and continuing downwards to the right. “Two”, she heard, while arching forward as much as the chains allowed. The next stroke hit a bit lower with incredible strength and forced a short moan, quickly cut short by her strong will. “Three”. The fourth stoke impacted her lean back yet lower, just above the waist, followed by another vicious hit that stroke slightly diagonally above the two previous marks, leaving a bloody stripe that painfully crisscrossed both. “Five”. The experienced hand of Turma made the sixth stroke hit again in a slight diagonal, with the whip first impacting the lower part of the back above the waist before continuing upwards. “Aaah”, this time Sarina could not completely hold the scream, which came out silently. The next one hit hard just below the shoulders with the tip of the whip impacting the ribs below her right breast. “Aaaah”, she screamed more prominently now, as the guard counted the seventh lash. Turma then hit the shoulders, aiming this time also the left breast, hitting it precisely at the areola just above the erect brown nipple and extracting a loud “AAAAAAGHH”. The ninth stoke hit the waist and was again followed by a scream, as was every lash to come next.

As the sun was climbing in the sky, Sarina was sweating profoundly by the relentless heat and the constant tension in her body, with the salty sweat adding to the pain of the oozing bloody stripes that covered her back more and more densely. Turma took her task slowly and with pleasure, soaking the whip in the buckle every now and then. Sarina could feel the full vicious strength of each stroke. She was arching forward almost lustfully at every lash, with the ribs becoming even more prominent by the movement and also by her deep breaths; the nipples pointing almost upwards at times due to the flexibility of her spine. Turma was taking turns hitting from left and right, so that the tip of the cruel whip could impact the edges of both breasts and the ribs and the abdomen below. Her right nipple was hit at the thirteenth stoke; the twenty-second struck her back at the left hip bone with such a strength that it cut the rope holding the miserable loincloth, uncovering the perfectly shaven swollen sex and leaving her exquisite body entirely nude to all the ranks. Sarina did not even notice. With Sarina’s buttocks now fully exposed, Turma took the opportunity to direct the next few lashes there, expanding the pattern of reddish crisscrossed stripes further down over the gentle browning skin.

As the thirtieth lash stroke with the usual cruelty, Temira slowly approached Sarina and declared that if she was about to plead for mercy, the punishment will stop. Sarina was determined to conserve her strength and did not bother replying. “You defiant little cunt”, Temira whispered, and then continuing with a louder voice, said: “And yet, I have decided to be merciful. Being so young, you may not be able to survive 50 lashes on the back with that particular whip, but if we distribute them more evenly, you may stand a good chance. Untie her!” The guards quickly complied with the order and then brought her to an X-shaped cross at some distance from the columns, where the front of her body would not be able to avoid the lashes by bending backwards. As Sarina could barely walk, she was supported by the two guards, who fixed her to the new device. She was visibly nauseated and a potion with acute odor was stuck at her nose, forcing her to breathe it and to regain full consciousness. Her back felt like it was in fire, as if the whole army lit the camp fires there.

Turma used this hiatus to regain her strength, to drink thirstily water and to soak the whip. She approached the tightly chained Sarina, rose the whip doing a complete circle in the air before unleashing it over the young girl’s breasts, cutting through the upper part of the left one and the middle of the right, drops of blood and sweat flittering about. The pain was indescribable, incomparable to anything she had endured before. As Sarina screamed in agony, the guard counted imperturbably “Thirty-one”. The next lash added a new stripe starting from the pectoral muscle above her right breast, running diagonally to the lower left ribs, providing a basis for painful crisscrosses at the next three strokes, which followed with cruel determination. She then received another diagonal hit from the middle part of the right ribs down to the left hip, built up by straight or slightly diagonal at the opposite direction strokes in the middle and lower part of her slim abdomen. Turma, growing frustrated that a new recruit continued to defy her most vicious instrument by not pleading for an end of the torture, continued to apply the whip at Sarina’s glistening naked front with all strength. By the forty-sixth lash the young recruit’s screams began to weaken, as her strength started to fade but she once again shouted in full strength as the whip struck her sex, after which her mind fell in blackness.

Turma threw the whip on the ground and grabbed the hot iron rod from the charcoal. She closed in to Sarina’s unconscious body and applied the brazing end at the ribs below her right breast, extracting an inhuman scream as Sarina returned to reality. Turma then applied the hot iron on the inner left thigh close to her sex, followed another shriek that could be heard loudly throughout the square; then just below her left breast. She was about to continue to brand the young woman, when she was stopped by Temira. “You are going to kill her, you fool! Just finish the sentence!” The last four lashes were as savage as the previous, with Turma striking as fiercely as she could, and though the pain was agonising, they felt almost as a relief after the hot iron. Sarina could barely breathe, but she had endured the punishment. Defiant. Unbroken. “You may yet become a true warrior”, uttered Temira in disbelief.

This is a really good story. You should post more here!
 
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