Doragon
Tribune
Chapter 3: First Day, morning
(part 5 of 5)“Time for a break,” sounded the megaphone. The crowd applauded and cheered, women’s voices ululating. Drinks and snacks went around in the crowd as salesmen walked around selling their products. Not for Alisa though. She was given a cup to her lips and as she drank from it, she tasted semen. No doubt from Charles and William again. It was less this time and it tasted less strong. It was watery, and she understood with some relief they were running out of semen. She swallowed it without much difficulty this time, but once it was down, she pleaded with broken voice for water to wash away the taste and sticky feeling down her throat. They put her back on her feet, but her legs kept buckling and she could hardly stand. Her back was on fire, from shoulders to buttocks. On several places her skin had broken and was bleeding. They didn’t care for her, but they did give her some water to at least wet her mouth. Not enough to quench her thirst though, or wash away the foul taste of semen.
“Thirty-six lashes so far,” said Mahdi in her ear after he came up behind her.
“Must be excruciatingly painful,” he added with a smile. Alisa whimpered.
“This will help,” he said, gesturing at the two assistants who came over with a board on a stick. It looked a bit like a sign, though nothing was written on the old wood. Mahdi lifted her body up as far as the ropes allowed. Alisa yelped as she felt her sore back pressing against him. Glancing down she saw how they placed the stick into a hole in the stage between her legs. When the stick was in place, the vertical wooden board was just below her crotch. Mahdi lowered her on it and she cried out when the sharp edge of it dug between her buttocks and into her vulva.
“Just to prevent you from losing your footing again,” he said while patting her with his hand on her burning buttocks. “Sit down on it all you want; it can carry your weight.” He reached around her and pulled her lips open to make sure the sharp wooden board was between her lips, pressing against her clitoris.
Alisa gasped and raised herself on her toes to avoid having to sit on the sharp edge of the board. And she felt how even the slightest buckling of her knees would either lower her crotch more painfully onto the board or even cause her to slide over the sharp edge while it dug in between her pussy lips.
“We’re no monsters,” said Mahdi while caressing her breasts. “We don’t mind if you enjoy the torture.” One of the helpers came over with an extension cord and while kneeling in front of Alisa he attached a magic wand to a clip at the front of the wooden board. She was shocked to see such a device here. It felt so out of place in this barbaric setting. And who would use such a thing in this world? Were women allowed to masturbate? She really had no idea.
The assistant switched the electric device on, causing the white plastic ball to angrily vibrate, it’s tremors reverberating through the board. Alisa gasped when she felt the vibrations tingling at her crotch. But Mahdi made it even worse when he took her hips and pushed, making her slide forward, dragging her crotch painfully over the board until her clit met with the vibrating magic wand. She cried out when the intense vibrations started to stimulate her clitoris and immediately, she felt her arousal rising, despite the pain she was enduring. That pain got less as endorphins got released in her body, but she didn’t get a chance to enjoy it for long. He pulled her back again, breaking contact with the vibrator.
“Feel free to push your hips forward if you can,” said Mahdi, releasing her and stepping away from the woman.
“Twelve lashes to her legs,” announced the judge over the megaphone, both in Arabic and English. “And let’s see what a whore she really is.”
Alisa screamed as she felt the whip kiss the backside of her legs, making her feel as if she was stabbed with a knife in the back of her thighs or in her calves, causing her legs to tremble and cramp. Thick red welts appeared at the back of her thighs and her body writhed in agony. At the same time she was still aroused enough to know where to get relief and she tried to move her feet forward, which was impossible because of the ropes. She couldn’t resist trying to push her hips forward, stimulated as she was by the tremors going through the board. The board pressed hard and sharp in her slit, making it hard to accomplish. Only by working back and forth could she slowly work her crotch forward, as if pushing her sex towards the crowd, trying to meet the humming vibrator that was tantalizingly close to her clitoris. The whip kept burning the backside of her legs, opening her skin at several places, when she finally met with the vibrator. Her position made her crotch ache with the sharpness of the board digging into her, while at the same time stretching the back of her legs and her shoulders most painfully. But the sensation of the vibrator head against her clitoris made her shudder in pleasure and she closed her eyes as waves of relieving lust swept through her body. The lashes to the back of her legs now became more like a fiery stinging sensation and she quickly lost count while she masturbated herself on the vibrator, no longer caring she was doing it right in front of the large crowd, that had by now even doubled in size. The crowd in the meantime loved what she was doing but was also more than ready to condemn her actions and they angrily called her whore and slut while pelting little stones at her. One of the stones hit her above her eyebrow and left a bleeding wound. Another hit her on her left breasts, causing the crowd to cheer. The judge stepped in, telling people to stop throwing things. In the meantime, the camera was filming her ordeal from every possible angle, even from below.
A second series of twelve blows were delivered to Alisa’s legs, while she kept pushing her clitoris against the vibrator. There was a war going on inside her body between pleasure and pain and she had a hard time making it flip over to the right side. The whipping was most painful, especially the lashes hitting her in the knee cavities. At the same time the vibrator kept her on her toes, and she was shaking with the waves of excitement she was feeling as well.
In her struggles she glanced sideways again, looking at Charles, and she was shocked to see he had another erection while he wasn’t even masturbated. How could he already have another erection? Was he insatiable? Was this so arousing to watch? He was jerking his hips in the air and as she watched, she saw his cock starting to erupt, thick globs of semen spraying out over the wooden planks of the platform. She gasped and pressed her crotch even harder against the vibrator, also wanting the same sensation of relief. She really had to strain her legs to push herself further to the front and gasped as she felt her muscles cramping. At the same time, she felt the whip ending another cycle on her legs and now it was going to freely spread out all over her backside, unpredictably hitting her shoulder, middle, buttocks or legs. She looked at William and saw him jerking into thin air as well, grunting as he tried to cum. She locked eyes with his, recognizing the despair in his gaze.
“Cum for me,” she gasped, pushing herself to the limit, her slit now covering the broad head of the vibrator so it was locked into the tight entrance of her vagina.
“Let’s cum together,” he grunted in equal despair. The whip kept cracking against her backside while she started shaking. She finally convulsed violently, the orgasm tearing through her tortured body. William sprayed his semen all over the floor while they both cried out.
When the orgasm, which she had achieved with so much difficulty, finally ebbed away, the full agony of her whipped and bleeding backside started to overwhelm her, the endorphins no longer countering that. She sobbed as she lost all her strength at this point and collapsed on the board. The crowd cheered.