They do revive me, they wave something under my nose, smells like ammonia. I shake my head as my nostrils burn. I try to rub them with my right hand but I realize my hands are outstretched and bound. The cobwebs begin to diminish. I once again remember what is happening. There was a brief respite when I lost consciousness, in a safe place, not knowing where I was, no longer embarrassed by my nudity, no longer feeling the burning pain.
I am back to reality and reality is horrible. I am given something to drink, some kind of stimulant to keep me alert, keep me conscious….so I can feel the pain? Someone in a white coat checks on me. He asks me questions . I answer his questions but I plead with him to stop this. I say that I can’t take anymore pain. I don’t do well with pain. He has a stethoscope, he listens to my heart, telling me to breath deeply, he listens to my lungs. He checks my blood pressure. I look at him, I beg for him to stop my punishment, my red eyes pleading. He smiles at me….”you are stronger than you think. You can take a lot more pain” He starts an IV and runs a bag of fluid into me.
My ten minute rest period has passed but the IV solution is still being administered. To keep the crowd engaged they are showing highlights of my punishment on the big screens. I can see myself screaming, tears running down my cheeks. I can hear myself pleading as the lash tears into my back, bottom, thighs, and my belly. I am incredulous that they are editing the video in real time until I hear over the speakers “video highlights of tonight’s proceeding will be texted to anyone who responds by texting YES to
9 321-153-6758 . As if , in unison, thousands of people lifted their cell phones to text. It was too soon for me but the IV was pulled from my arm.
It was time for another muscular young man to take his place on the platform and wield the whip. He too looks me in the eyes and smiles…why do they all smile? He is going to strike me across my breasts …he is letting me know that he will enjoy it. It’s almost as cruel as the beating. I am shrinking back against the frame, trying to make my breasts small. They have always been so sensitive. So sensitive to touch… I can’t imagine what the whip will do to my breasts. I don’t die well with pain. The crowd is getting anxious, I can hear them.
The first stroke strikes high on my chest at the tops of my boobs, the end of the lash snapping into my left armpit. I scream out, the pain excruciating. The man moves to my left and sends a backhand stroke in the same place only this time snapping into my right armpit. My face is screwed into a horrific painful grimace as I scream again. The crowd erupts. The muscular man snaps out another backhand stroke that catches the bottom of my boobs and snaps into my side ribs. He moves again and repeats the stroke on the other side. Then two more strokes across the top of my breasts only slightly lower. Then two more at the bottom only slightly higher. Eight down only twelve more to go. But I know where the next dozen are going.....my nipples. I look at the screen...I see the apprehension on my face. I see the fear in my eyes. I want to hide my nipples... make them small, but instead I feel them harden...responding to my fear. Sometimes I hate the way my body responds. The big screens show a closeup of my breasts. The crowd can see my erect nipples, I hear them voice their approval.
The next stroke strikes me directly across across both nipples. He hardened buds burn like fire, I shriek. I yank at my bonds, trying to tear myself free but I am exposed and another lash in the same place follows. My legs buckle but the bonds hold me upright. He moves to the other side and backhands me twice across the middle of my breasts slashing both nipples once again. I want to die. I have never felt such fiery pain.
I am screaming. I am sobbing. I look down thru my tears but I can’t see my nipples. They must be bleeding. I can’t see them but they hurt so much. I don’t do well with pain. He moves further to the right and the lash hurtles toward my chest. I look at the screen, I can not look at my breasts. The tip of the lash snaps on the very tip of my left nipple. It explodes in pain.... I see my mouth open wide and my scream is harrowing. Quickly he strikes in the same place once again.
I am going mad with pain. The man moves to the other side.....two more lashes bite into tip of my right nipple. My body is shaking from the pain. There are still four strokes to go. I won’t survive....I know I can’t survive any more strokes. But they do continue to fall, he increases the interval between strokes.....prolonging my pain. By the end I am shrieking, a continual scream. I know nothing but pain ....I can’t think of anything but the pain. ( to be continued)