Andromeda, a novel by Joe Nobel, Part 45 -- Anna gets a harsh flogging

Andromeda

Third Movement, Anna Exposed

London, 1962 (a year and a half later)

Sweat beaded on Anna’s forehead and upper lip. She quivered in anticipation of the exotic tortures awaiting her. A pillow under her belly propped up her bottom; legs spread apart, embarrassingly exposing her pussy. Her face lay on top of clean, white linen. She didn’t dare look up at her tormentor, but she watched the shadows on the wall behind her cast through the flicker of candle light.

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Anna watched the shadow arm rise and snap with a shadow flogger trailing behind. She heard the rush of air and then the smack of heavy leather against her bottom. She felt the sting of all thirty braids against her flesh.

Anna no longer received tender warm-ups with a gentle buckskin flogger, something to acclimate her to harsher instruments. Everything she received now was in punishment for arbitrary infractions. Sometimes her offenses remain unknown. But on this day she knew her crime: not delivering a sufficiently earth-moving orgasm.

“Ohhh,” she gasped as her mind processed the pain. Her body squirmed, futilely trying to twist out of the flogger’s path. She tested the bonds on her arms and legs once more. “No,” she cried. “Please! It’s too much!”

Then Anna felt the next blow. There would be no mercy for her today.

“I beg you! Please stop! Or at least use a lighter flogger —”

And another blow.

Her whole body shuddered. Anna clenched her teeth, determined to beg no longer. That only gave her tormentor perverse satisfaction.

And her flogging continued.

She tried to count how many lashes she had received, but lost count after twenty-five. And there were many more delivered after that. Her raised butt danced under each throw as she tried to squirm away.

Then, after untold lashes descending upon her burning bottom a new sensation overtook her. It was an old feeling, one of longing, one of need. A feeling that could only be achieved through the tender pain of submission. She ground her pussy into the pillow under her. She rode it up and down, no longer trying to squirm away from the blows, rather, working in unison with them. She was sure she’d come in a few minutes if her torturer didn’t notice this change in her and stop just to be cruel.

But, just when the switch in her mind was flicked on and she needed the torment to continue, the flogging stopped.

Anna knew she was being read like a book.

She felt the bedsprings depress. She felt her tormentor’s legs straddle her torso facing backwards. Naked feet tickled her underarms and the sides of her breasts. Loins settled onto her back. Hot, fevered loins. Then fingers started to stroke her bottom, making small circles, then migrating to the middle of her rump. They pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her tiny hole.

“No, not there!” she cried.

Being probed in her bottom wasn’t something she particularly liked. Instinctively, she tried to clench her cheeks shut. Still, she felt a finger enter her from behind.

Anna gasped again. This teasing was true torture. She had been so close to orgasm, yet this anal probing only aroused her further without bringing her any closer to climax.

“Please,” she cried, but didn’t know what she was asking for.

Her tormentor just laughed.

“Don’t,” Anna murmured when she felt a silicone version of a man’s cock being forced into her in place of that finger. Then she felt a second dildo. This one rubbed against her pussy, sliding up and down along her drenched lips. The tip of that toy circled her clit. She cried in delight as it brought her ever so close the precipice.

“Don’t you dare come,” her torturer ordered.

She stifled an orgasmic moan. She wanted to say that she was so close, that she couldn’t help it, but words failed her. Then she felt the member push past her lips and deep inside. She moaned in pleasure as she was penetrated again. As soon as that phallus entered her pussy, she started coming. First, she tried to stop the onslaught as she was ordered, then tried to conceal it.

“You came, didn’t you?”

“Ahh, no. No, I didn’t,” she whimpered.

“Don’t lie. I know you too well.”

“It was only a small one, I promise.”

“It better have been, because I have plans for you. And they require you to be frustrated.” Her tormentor paused, thinking of an apt punishment for Anna. “Perhaps a taste of a riding crop will teach you obedience.”

She wanted to say, “Not that”. But, words wouldn’t form. Instead, she could only wait as her torturer climbed off her and the bed.

Then Anna felt the stinging whoosh of the crop land across both cheeks. Already savagely reddened by the previous flogging, the sting was all the more bitter. Yet, Anna could do nothing but accept each stroke as it fell upon her. And, secretly hoped that it would bring her to another orgasm.

One fall of the crop after another landed across both her cheeks. The two instruments already stuffed into her brought her ever closer to orgasm with every gyration of her body. Squirm as she might, she couldn’t escape the crop. Yet, she didn’t know if she wanted escape. Her breathing became ever more urgent. She fought against the ropes binding her to the posts. She was so close to coming again, if only she could touch herself, or if only her torturer would show mercy and suck her clit — just for a few minutes — she knew she would explode in a heaven-shattering orgasm. But no, she was challenged not to come. Or, perhaps the challenge was to come from the riding crop alone.

Yes, relentless falls of the crop pushed her ever closer to coming. Her breathing grew deeper and faster, so did the severity and frequency of the crop.

She fell into a full orgasmic maelstrom. Anna didn’t remember how many times she actually came as she lay bound, spread out, tied to the four posts. She sighed in contentment when the waves of pleasure ebbed.

“I hope that taught you a lesson.”

Anna just nodded as she felt the two dildos slowly being removed from her. Her tormentor teased her even as the objects were removed an inch at a time, then pressed back in, and twisted around.. Only once she was freed of them did she realize how tightly they had filled her and had been pressing against each other inside her.

She sighed. Even as her wrists and ankles were released from their rope bonds all she could do was lie there in the middle of the bed. She felt a gentle lotion rubbed onto her bottom. She knew her bottom must be crisscrossed with red lines from the crop, marks that would probably show for a week or more. She felt as if her skin was on fire; and the lotion was cooling and it soothed the burn. The gentle hands then moved up to her back and massaged her there. The built-up tension in her evaporated.

Her tormentor caressed her shoulders, then her neck. Anna just wanted to lie there and soak in this pleasure.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Anna, my dear?” It was a rhetorical question.

“You know I did,” she answered sleepily from the bed.

“You’d better get up, or you’ll doze off and miss dinner.”

“Hold me for a while,” Anna said, slowly turning over.

“Okay, I suppose we have time for that before I start cooking.” A loving hand reached out for her. “Come, sit on my lap.”

Anna winced when she lowered herself onto the waiting lap. She breathed a sigh of relief as her raw bottom settled on soft flesh.

“Tomorrow night I’ll return the favor and torture you,” Anna said. ` “I’m working late tomorrow,” Liudmila said.

“Then Friday.”

“Okay, Friday. I’ll be looking forward to it.” She kissed Anna on her cheek beside her ear.
Anna pulled away.

“What?” Liudmila said. “I can tie you up and make you come, but I can’t kiss you?”
“It's different,” Anna sighed. “Don’t get me wrong, I love you, but yeah, something like that.”
“But, we’ve kissed before.”

“Only when Uri ordered us to.”

There was a pause, and neither one spoke.

“You miss him as bad as I do?” Liudmila finally asked.

Anna nodded. She felt a tear in her eye.

“I guess there’s no going back,” Liudmila said.

“No, there isn’t. Even if we wanted to, we couldn’t get out of this country. They’re watching every move we make.”

“Yeah, it’s like being slaves all over again. Only now, we have to worry about paying the rent on time.”

“Liudi, just hold me for a few minutes.”

“Okay, Anna. I will.”

… to be continued …

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