AI art by Me

WARNING: The following story contains triggers of various kinds. Those who have problems with self-harm, extreme violence, extreme degradation, etc. Should STOP here.

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Her breathing is ragged and with a wet sting in her lungs.

It always gets like this after a session with Him.  It comes from the gut-wrenching screams and sobs he elicits from her very toes to her head.  She is raw.  She is broken down to baseness.  

Her knees cramp from being on them for so long but it doesn’t matter.  She holds to the form.  The one He loves the most.  Kneeling, folded down over herself until her cheek rests on the cement floor.  Her arms above her head with wrists cuffed, so are her ankles but that doesn’t matter right now.

The leather lash kissed her again…over and over and over and over.  She doesn’t try to keep count.  She just basks in the radiating pain as He marks over marks over past marks.  She will need to be in an ice bath for at least an hour after this to even be able to move much at all.  It’s standard for her and from Him.

She does not remain silent.  It would be insulting to Him.  She knew what He craved and so she sobbed a little more…a little farther into a red madness.  This went beyond subspace into something else…something, someplace darker.  If she were in Hell and had a Demon tormenting her soul?  This would be what it was like, she thought.

“Flat.” He barked.

She thrust herself forward until she was flat on the cement.  Her breasts smushed into the cold hardness.  Her knees throbbed from the movement.  Sweat trickled down her and stung in the welt lines He’d made today.  She whimpered and couldn’t stop.  Didn’t want to stop.  He needed to hear her.

“Cover.” He commanded.

She turned her head so her face was pressed down now.  This meant He was going to truly whip her now from shoulder to ankles.  Cover was to protect her face, her eyes, etc.  Even He had some limits but very, very few.

He was moving to the rack on the wall.  She knew He was changing his tool of torture.  What would it be?  Anticipation was a savory sensation as she trembled in true fear.  The fear tasted salty in her mouth or was that some blood from biting her tongue?  She didn’t know.

As He approached, she heard a soft whisper from Him that she couldn’t make out.  

It wasn’t meant to be kind.  He was never kind inside this room and that was what she craved in the dark parts of her psyche.  Punishment for past sins?  Whipped for low self-worth?  She didn’t know and no therapist had ever been able to figure out, at least not the ones who could stomach what she would tell them.  She always lied and said it was past abuses from her teenage years in foster care.  It was partly true.  She had been abused but not with the whip but with the dick.

He was closer now and repeated his whispered word.  “Zhang.”

She sobbed out at it.  It was the Chinese word for the large sticks they would use to punish offenders in feudal times and even in some modern ones.  They were quite long, quite supple, they also were very heavy.  She would need longer than an hour in the ice bath.

It began to rain down on her from her shoulders first.  He was very strong for his age or any age.  This was part of His workout, of course.  The beating trailed down and He lingered on her ass.  He always did.  She was nearly hyperventilating from the sobbing now.  Oh, Dear God.  Her pussy was on fire…like lava was inside it.  

She was going to come!  He didn’t care.  This part wasn’t about sex.  Come if she pleased or not.  She always did though and not until she passed the limit of any shred of rational control.  It was very possible she would pass out.  He would stop if she did.  No sense in beating a woman who can cry out.

There it WAS!!  She screamed and felt her whole body ignite now.  This was the high she sought.  He was the only one who could get her here.  It was why she always came back, signed the NDA, paid the $3k, and went home to take a week off from her vanilla world to recover.  Paying it for it was a part of the humiliation factor.  She could afford it.  He was worth it…every dime.

The Zhang was down to her shins now and she began to shake all over as shock began to take hold.  He was always observant.  The large stick dropped and He rushed over to the side then brought blankets, a pillow, and water bottles.  Turning her on her back was excruciating but she was way past caring.  He did all the things He knew He should do.  He was a professional.

Her shaking subsided after a few minutes.  He was giving her slow sips of the cool water and washing off her forehead with a wetted rag.  Slowly, she became mostly herself again.  He waited until she spoke the word and kept taking care of her until she said it.  She never abused that…abusing that or him suspecting you did?  You were refused service for six months.  A second offense was total ban.  He was not one to be taken advantage of in the least!

“Better.” She finally told him.

He checked her eyes, felt her forehead, and nodded.  Off came the blankets, away was taken the pillows.  He left her to finish the water bottle she was using.  Hmm.  A small kindness?  She didn’t know.  She didn’t dare ask.  It was His time now.  

She rolled over and groaned with a soft sob added.  Onto her knees, she was still cuffed at wrists and ankles.  Sitting back on her heels, she waited.

He came in front of her with the phone in his hand.  She reached up to take His cock from under the very short kilt he was wearing.  It was all He wore.  She almost smiled.  It was harder than usual.  The Zhang must do extra for him.  She would remember that for the future.

Down she went on His shaft quickly, her eyes up at Hm or at the camera on His phone.  She sucked like her life depended on it.  It kind of did because this was part of His agreement.  Poor job here and six months away.  Second poor job meant ban.  She practiced with a dildo on the wall with her hands behind her at least twice a week.  It had taken some finding to get one big enough.

He was very upfront about why the video part of it.  It was part of His protection because all his clients would never, ever want the videos to be released.  It kept Him safe…very safe.  She knew the other reason He kept them.  He would get off watching them whenever He pleased.  

She put on the full show of moaning like she was about to orgasm once more.  He didn’t care about that but He wanted their full attention and effort.  She also loved this part because it was one more humiliation to experience.  He knew that part, too.  Eventually, He came as he always did and she took it all.  His hand pressed her against his pelvis until she was gagging a little.  He always did this, too.  She didn’t gag as much as she’d used to when she’d started their arrangement.  It was possible for her to try and not gag at all, but she knew better.

It was over.  

Silently, He uncuffed her wrists then her ankles.  Helping her to stand, He helped lead her from this room and down a hallway.  They were deep underground.  She could hear the running water before she to the bathing room.  It was always a curiosity to her who started the water?  Did he have a slave full-time?  Seemed likely.  She was beyond giving it more thought.  

Moving to let her step into the chilly waters, He grabbed the first back of cubed ice and began to pour it into the tub.  He did the same with two more bags until there was almost more ice than water.  She shivered.

“Back in an hour.” He told her.

She nodded.

“Think you’ll need another one.” He told her.

She nodded in agreement.  She wasn’t allowed to speak to him.

“Food?” He asked.

She thought about it and nodded slowly.  He would know this meant she wanted some but not a lot and nothing too complex.  He nodded once and left her, shutting off the light as He went.  She was left adrift in the cold and the dark as she replayed the evening over and over and over.  Her finger found her clit and rubbed it hard and fast.  If she was lucky, she might come again.

She knew she’d be back here again…in another three months.  Four times a year.  She needed to become raw and then she would last in the white, vanilla, pasty world for another period of time.