Scum from the Steppes – Chapter 16
Later … whether it was the same day or not was impossible for Hirene to say, the Roman returned.
Without words he looked her denuded form up and down.
“Stupid cunt,” was all he then said, his voice rough as gravel.
Hirene did not offer him a response of any sort, Instead, she looked down at her feet. They were dirty and scratched. The rest of her body did not look much better. Her bare, flat stomach and her ample breast, still naturally firm with the flesh of youth, still showed sign of her smooth, fair skin but only here and there.
Her long blonde hair tumbled around her face, and over her shoulders, the strands soiled. It was for no specific reason, save the myriad agonies being beset upon her body, that tears began to well up in her eyes.
The man laughed and swiftly brought the stiff handle of his whip up to her chin, forcing her to look at him as fear stirred in her chest.
“Are you ready to tell us what you have done, huh whore?’
“Please, please I am innocent, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please, just let me go.”
The man tutted, trailing the tip of his whip down the curve of her neck. “You know what I speak of girl. I speak of the skulking in shadows, the manipulation of Tiberius in his bed, the sharing of military plans …”
No, no, no I have not done any of that! You have to believe me, how would I begin to share such information, even if I had done the things of which you accuse me?”
The man paused slowly shaking his head. “So, you have others too in your network of spies?”
“No, no I don’t have others …” Hirene’s spoke quietly, her voice resigned to not being believed. She wanted to cry and almost laughed.
The whip roamed further downwards, into the shadowy valley between her breasts. And to her horror, Hirene felt her nipples tighten in response to the brush of the whip handle.
“Your whore body betrays you, girl,” said the man. He reached out and fondled her breasts with calloused hands. He kneaded her flesh and twisted her nipples without care and Hirene bit her lip hard to keep from making any noise. Even when his hands slid down her flanks, she refused to mewl. His fingers traced to the top of the sparse triangle of short, blonde hairs between her legs and she shivered with a mix of revulsion and a feeling that she declined to give name to.
“Are you refusing to tell us?”
“I have nothing to say,” Hirene said defiantly.
And in an instant, his whip was whistling through the air. This time, it struck her across her breasts and the bound girl couldn’t help but cry out. Three more times he asked her and three more times he struck her until she was sobbing again. When he needed a pause from the exertions of the lashing, he reached out and grabbed her sore and stinging left breast. Hirene jerked away from him, but he only laughed.
“You must just enjoy these whippings,” he said. “Have it your way, then.”
The flogging recommenced.
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Hirene couldn’t say how long he continued torturing her this way, but when they were done, there were welts across every inch of her upper body, and her throat was hoarse from crying.
“Your flesh is as weak as your convictions,” he mocked, “… we will continue later.” And with that, he and his companions were gone.
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Following a vague passage of time which saw Hirene slump in the chains, exhausted and almost broken, the man and his tortuous retinue returned.
This time, as they unchained her, there were no words. Free of her shackles she was pulled from the wall and bundled towards a dark corner of the room which housed the rack. She knew exactly what this device could do and the very thought of it made her nauseous.
Effortlessly laid, spreadeagled, upon it, Hirene was strapped in. She was terrified, but working stoically hard not to show it.
“Give us names and tell us what you took, and you shall be saved!” The man stood by with his whip while another worked the levers and pulleys on the device. Slowly, Hirene could feel the tug on her limbs and a dull ache sprang up in all of her joints.
“I can make it end, girl. You know what I need …” Even as the rack pulled at her arms and legs, the man began to trace the handle of his whip over her again. He slid it down her right side, onto her leg and continued to her knee before heading back up again. Hirene twitched as it ran over her inner thigh and stopped.
After a pause he sighed with relish, and pushed the handle up against the crux of her thighs, pressing it hard against her pussy.
Hirene clenched her teeth, feeling it rubbing at her engorged little nub, but could not stop the constant stimulation from moistening her soft folds. The man nodded to his companion and the levers thudded and creaked again, causing the pain in her joints to worsen.
“You bring this upon yourself.” The leather handle of the whip pushed aside her labia and thrust inside her body, and she writhed under its touch.
With a salacious grin on his face, the man slid the whip into her until the handle had been reached, rotating it in circles to press against the tight entrance to her pussy. Hirene cried out, but that only seemed to egg him on. He pushed it deeper into her cunt until she was openly sobbing and then he drew its entire length out again.
He repeated the process several more times, fucking her slowly but very, very surely, each time asking if she was ready. The mix of pain and pleasure was beginning to drive the bound girl insane, and before too long she was begging our loud for them to make it stop.
“Oh gods, please stop this. You will tear me …” The poor girl didn’t know if she wanted to climax or not, but the torture went on and on as she was impaled upon the whip handle whilst the rack pulled her ankles and wrists relentlessly in opposite directions.
Finally, the man let his lust get the better of him and he began to fuck her with gusto, pumping the hard leather rod in and out as if it were his cock. The look on his face clearly said that he wished it was. The rack was pulling so hard on Hirene’s limbs that she thought they would pop out of their sockets, but the extreme stimulation between her thighs was driving her insane in a different sort of way.
The girl rolled her hips just as much as she was able until finally, she spasmed with the most excruciating and humiliating orgasm she had ever had. The man growled under his breath and withdrew the object, now slick with juice, from her.
“Leave us,” came the new voice.
Hirene heard the words but she was too exhausted to respond. Then, when she felt masculine fingers turn her head, she saw him.
Tiberius had come.
To Be Continued …
