The next day was passed as usual, that is to say, with the same morning rites, with learning, with tea and the long conversations near the campfire. At night both were sleeping without interrupting. However on Friday Inga was flogged severely as never before. As two days before that, the girl being possessed by passion for her severe mentor, she provoked intentionally such a hard ordeal for her.
It happened this way. During the morning ritual whipping with wire, after five strokes she, unlinking her hands intentionally, rushed with the hugging and the declaration of love to her executioner. He embraced with her a little but didn't agree on her pretensions. Already thirty strokes of threatened her instead the fifteen, but it seemed this is not enough for her. When he demanded stop to play and to take the necessary position, in the first time she didn't obey him, but ran away through the forest, laughing. He had to run fairly before he succeeded in catching her. Being caught, suddenly she dealt him a slap in the face, roaring with laughter, started to run away again. Then he twisted her arm, put her hand behind head so high that she gave a squeak from pain. This has sobered her to some extent.
-What a beastly wench, I'm going to make you to chew the ground now! - her mentor said strictly, but with a smile. From the pain in the hand, she was made all red without laughing more. So he led her, making to bend down her to the extent that her head was lower than the bare bottoms decorated with the recent welts. Leading her to a fallen tree near the tent, he pulled her hair and ears painful, but not with full force, fearing damage.
-It was the flowers and berries are going to be now!
Inga was standing in front of him, being all reddened, the tears rolled down along the both cheeks.
-All the same, I love you. I'm ready to pass the ordeals you've prepared for me. Flog me without sparing.
-You are saying this now. And what will you sing, when I will flog you?
-Don't turn your attention to what is said under torture. You've better to listen what I'm saying now and will say after. When in the first time I caught it from you very hot, I appealed to your pity, to your compassion, I was ready to do anything for you, provided to avoid the pain. But now don't spare me. I want your fierce love. I'm going to scream, ask for mercy, but you don't spare, be my executioner, take pleasure in my screams and moans, in my tears. I'll yell, but flog me nevertheless, let it hurt, till it bleeds. I will love you more.
The girl fell to her knees and started to kiss his hairy legs.
-Stand up, Inga, - the first time he addressed her by name. She noticed, he is moved and his eyes became moist a little. - But indeed you are my dream. Your love is wonderful! And you became wonderful. You aren't a dead any more! You have awoken! You have awoken out of lifeless sleep, the same sleep, which all your familiars in Moscow are sleeping. My lovely friend, beautiful girlfriend of the forest, even as pretty as all the nature, pretty as the same life, as the love! Are you ready for the ordeal? I'm going to satisfy your request, o my dear sister in spirit. Bring the ropes, I'm going to tie you to the tree. - he pointed to a tree lying on the ground. - I'll take you through the hellish profundities to the paradisaic heights! - her executioner becoming desirable now, so enthusiastically he just completed his tirade.
Inga has brought the ropes and reached out them to him.
-Lie down you, my reckless girl.
Inga lay down, as if she just rushed in a precipice. The fear was confused with delight in her soul. Smiling, looking naughty, she has said as well as sung:
-Oh, what is waiting for me I'll get now!
-Wait for a little. Such a kaif is going for you now!
Long and diligently he tied her. The wire started whistling sharply and without mercy. The girl moaned a little and complained already.
-Here is fifteen. It should be the end, but just we are beginning now.
During the fiftieth stroke of the whip, already she screamed out lamentations as well as at that time, in childhood, under the mother's jump rope. The screams swelled all the way. Then she felt her bottom, just this spot was flogged, it seemed, became stiff, and now the pain is not so strong. Already on the grass sparkled a few little drops of blood. Screaming out "ouch" and weeping lamentably, Inga felt a pleasant warm wave spreading inside herself. It was the most suitable a short word for this feeling, that is "kaif". She came. Then again it hurt unbearably. The screams swelled again and the kaif took place once more. She came at the second time. Then it was a few whizzes and slaps tormenting her body.
-Now you are flogged as a nanny goat really. Are you content?
-Yeah, - Inga tried to smile but she all was trembling. - How many strokes have you thrashed me?
-One hundred and fifty, but still it isn't the end.
-But I'll not be able to move!
-Was it said I was going to spank you else?
-Then what are you going to do? Is it to cauterize me?
-No, naughty wench, to salt you. - He smiled.
Suddenly she has got a sense of his words. She was frightened and for good reason. Her executioner drew a handful of the salt, wet it with water from the flask, then he started to spread it on the flogged points, without efforts but studiously.
-Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. what are you doing?! S-s-s, - she exerted herself to stand, reddening, finally broke down and began to sob. He began to liberate her from the ropes.
-May I go to the river? - Asked the girl through tears.
-You may.
Inga came to the bank, came down to the water long, went into the water. It was hurt to touch the buttocks. Then she stood in the water near for five minutes. Already the flow should wash off the salt. She began to hobble back, forgetting along the way, sat down on a stump and at once jumped up with a yelp. Her executioner applied an ointment to the welts gingerly, getting it from the first-aid kit. This time Inga was whipped according to all the classic rules: it hurts to touch, to blood and including the processing with salt. It was scary to look at her bum. It swelled up, solid purple-bluish spots bled in some areas.
-Put on your training trousers, not the swimsuit, it may pierce.
Inga asked, smiling:
-Today am I flogged like that nanny goat, am not I?
-Really, my dear naughty goat.
-Is this the last test?
-There's still one. But you have to rest a few days, let it heal. When it will heal, you will be more beautiful. The already your bum is attractive, prominent. If in childhood you were flogged more often, you generally would be a beauty queen. But don't worry, all the same I love you.
-To thrash me in the next time, will you onto the same point again?
-No. Lots and evenly thorough the body, except the face and breasts.
-You've right, one must test all. And what if I misbehave before it will heal?
In answer he spanked her sonorously with palm one time on the point is sore now.
-Ou-uch! - loudly and slowly the girl uttered a scream, throwing her head back. - M-m-m, oh how it hurts! S-s-s.
-Well, do you want to misbehave?
-No, no.
He spanked her with palm at the second time also sonorously. The girl yelled, bent over, crouched down, blushing.
-And now would you like, I'll whip you with wire?
-Do not! I'm afraid!
-Will you be as meek, wench?
-Yes, I will be as meek.
-Tomorrow you got me on the bum really don't spank, please.
-If you behave well, I'll spank you on other points.
Inga realized that she must do without any mischief, at least a few days.
-Now you may take a rest. For today we cut the study.
This day, he still had several times during the conversation, joking, slapped her, what provoked every time her protester and suffering screams. She at all couldn't sit. However this and next day every reminder, how strong she is flogged, brought her a feeling of a bliss. She agreed internally that she is able to be happy really only together with this mysterious stranger who combined in himself, it seemed, incompatible characters: a rude guy, dressed almost in a bast, a refined inquisitor, a philosopher and a poet.
The next week Inga had asked for the "torments for the love" once more, after this all her body was thrashed evenly, even the arms. It was no the orgasm, because only different fresh untouched places got it, so nothing lignified, nothing lost the perceptibility. The pain was stabbing, it was enough of screams, tears and lamentations. As he promised, only the face and breasts remained untouched. It was one hundred and fifty strokes too, however nothing hurt after this.
As soon as she was untied, her passion, being inflamed by the cruel game "jump-screech" as he said, reached its apogee. Her partner in this game was excited not fewer. Inga was sure that he will keep his word; she wasn't mistaken.
Being untied, just she struck a pose of a thirsting female, in which she desired to give herself to him. This time she had not to entreat him. He has entered into her smoothly and deeply. Inga bawled from pleasure in time with his pushes. It seemed to her that all the earth and the forest stagger with them together. Everything has changed around. Any detail in the milieu surrounding them, signifying nothing, now it got a great meaning, the meaning of the triumph of the Life and the Love. Any trifle: either let it is a drooping leaf of maple, catching the eye by chance, or some forest sound or even a smell, in the distant future, being drawn from stock of memory, suddenly this "trifle" will begin to shine a bright light, illuminating and decorating the gray humdrum daily routine, and then each of both will be able without any proof, but being sure, without any doubt to answer the question to any skeptic or pessimist who asking about the meaning of life, that the meaning of life is the Love.
And for this moment every such a trifle was like a note which was blending harmoniously into the great symphony of the festival of the life and the love. Both, being deafened by the final chords of this symphony, a few minutes they weren't able to recover themselves, standing still in the position which they came.
After all Inga jumped up, turned face to him. They kissed, crushing lips each other and for a long time could not separate out. In a transport of joy they pinched each other to bruises on their back without feeling this.
-Let's we rest a little, then continue this, - it was the girl who took the lead, offering.
He has agreed, and both went into the tent. Being easily dressed, they lay about an hour.
-Well, pretty girl, what else to do with you together? - He was the first to break the silence.
-And you are well done! Quickly you have regained the strength as in eighteen. Do you know? I'm so depraved. I'm such a bitch! I have such a shameful desire!
-Didn't I tell you before, that the sexual desires are sacred things, if they aren't dangerous? I would have whipped you now for you forget the lessons, but just I'm too lazy to do it.
-I want you would violate my second virginity, - the wench said in a whisper like a conspirator, passionately sparkling with her mischievous eyes. He has well understood, but asked just in case:
-How to understand it?
-What are you slow on the uptake! Where do you poke your finger me every morning? So you awakened in me this desire. I know, it hurts, however I don't need get accustomed to this, - she passed to a whisper, and her eyes still glowed passionately. - I want to be planted on the stake. You lie down on back and I will hop on it, being in the horsewoman's pose.
-Well, today your day has come, my beauty. After going through the suffering you have right to choose. Frankly speaking, I want the same. He took an ointment from the first-aid kit and went out the tent. - Let's do it here, on the grass.
-Let us, - the girl said in a passionate whisper.
He applied an ointment to the required object, which was increased to its limit again, and lay down on his back. Inga, trembling, overstepped the lying partner so, that now her feet were on either side of him, and she turned her face to him, took the implement of his passion in her hand and started to stick herself onto it.
-Ouch! - Biting her lip either from pain or from passion, she started to move hither and thither, initially slowly and carefully, but hastening little by little, and moaned in time, doing this. Before he finished, she had time several times to come, and the last time they finished together, her repeated moans changed into the shouting and exclamations: "So me! do me like this! I'm a bad wench, tear me!.." Hearing from afar but without seeing what is going on, one could think that she is flogged again. On the peak of the voluptuousness she bellowed and growled like a wild beast. Soon both went to the river to wash themselves.
-Are you seeing now that a three weeks ago you lived in an absolutely different world, that is, in a dead one. And during a few days you have done a grand jump from the grey dead world into the alive and colourful one?
-And you are asking?
-So. Do not forget today and never come back there.It is a hell there, a darkness. It is a death there, a cancer, alcoholism.
-Do you want me to stay together with you in the forest forever?
-Unfortunately it is not possible and it is not about that. Simply: being physically in their world, stay in your own one. Pretending to be as they are, stay yourself. Don't forget who are you, even for a minute. In respect of them you are like an enemy agent who mustn't discover himself and especially, in no case he mustn't go over to their side. Otherwise you would betray yourself, then it would the worst for you, not for me. Although regarding me you are a slave, a forest wench which I spank and will spank every day, but in respect of them you are a princess and they are plebeians, nonentities who had disregarded the Gifts which were given them from heaven. Never forget either those knowledge or this happiness what you have found here.
And the sun passed beyond the ravine and was setting, shadowing the long shadows. They talked, kissed and sang songs near the campfire. The night approached, and soon she gave herself to him again.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2013/03/the-enigmatic-abductor-chapter-8.html
It happened this way. During the morning ritual whipping with wire, after five strokes she, unlinking her hands intentionally, rushed with the hugging and the declaration of love to her executioner. He embraced with her a little but didn't agree on her pretensions. Already thirty strokes of threatened her instead the fifteen, but it seemed this is not enough for her. When he demanded stop to play and to take the necessary position, in the first time she didn't obey him, but ran away through the forest, laughing. He had to run fairly before he succeeded in catching her. Being caught, suddenly she dealt him a slap in the face, roaring with laughter, started to run away again. Then he twisted her arm, put her hand behind head so high that she gave a squeak from pain. This has sobered her to some extent.
-What a beastly wench, I'm going to make you to chew the ground now! - her mentor said strictly, but with a smile. From the pain in the hand, she was made all red without laughing more. So he led her, making to bend down her to the extent that her head was lower than the bare bottoms decorated with the recent welts. Leading her to a fallen tree near the tent, he pulled her hair and ears painful, but not with full force, fearing damage.
-It was the flowers and berries are going to be now!
Inga was standing in front of him, being all reddened, the tears rolled down along the both cheeks.
-All the same, I love you. I'm ready to pass the ordeals you've prepared for me. Flog me without sparing.
-You are saying this now. And what will you sing, when I will flog you?
-Don't turn your attention to what is said under torture. You've better to listen what I'm saying now and will say after. When in the first time I caught it from you very hot, I appealed to your pity, to your compassion, I was ready to do anything for you, provided to avoid the pain. But now don't spare me. I want your fierce love. I'm going to scream, ask for mercy, but you don't spare, be my executioner, take pleasure in my screams and moans, in my tears. I'll yell, but flog me nevertheless, let it hurt, till it bleeds. I will love you more.
The girl fell to her knees and started to kiss his hairy legs.
-Stand up, Inga, - the first time he addressed her by name. She noticed, he is moved and his eyes became moist a little. - But indeed you are my dream. Your love is wonderful! And you became wonderful. You aren't a dead any more! You have awoken! You have awoken out of lifeless sleep, the same sleep, which all your familiars in Moscow are sleeping. My lovely friend, beautiful girlfriend of the forest, even as pretty as all the nature, pretty as the same life, as the love! Are you ready for the ordeal? I'm going to satisfy your request, o my dear sister in spirit. Bring the ropes, I'm going to tie you to the tree. - he pointed to a tree lying on the ground. - I'll take you through the hellish profundities to the paradisaic heights! - her executioner becoming desirable now, so enthusiastically he just completed his tirade.
Inga has brought the ropes and reached out them to him.
-Lie down you, my reckless girl.
Inga lay down, as if she just rushed in a precipice. The fear was confused with delight in her soul. Smiling, looking naughty, she has said as well as sung:
-Oh, what is waiting for me I'll get now!
-Wait for a little. Such a kaif is going for you now!
Long and diligently he tied her. The wire started whistling sharply and without mercy. The girl moaned a little and complained already.
-Here is fifteen. It should be the end, but just we are beginning now.
During the fiftieth stroke of the whip, already she screamed out lamentations as well as at that time, in childhood, under the mother's jump rope. The screams swelled all the way. Then she felt her bottom, just this spot was flogged, it seemed, became stiff, and now the pain is not so strong. Already on the grass sparkled a few little drops of blood. Screaming out "ouch" and weeping lamentably, Inga felt a pleasant warm wave spreading inside herself. It was the most suitable a short word for this feeling, that is "kaif". She came. Then again it hurt unbearably. The screams swelled again and the kaif took place once more. She came at the second time. Then it was a few whizzes and slaps tormenting her body.
-Now you are flogged as a nanny goat really. Are you content?
-Yeah, - Inga tried to smile but she all was trembling. - How many strokes have you thrashed me?
-One hundred and fifty, but still it isn't the end.
-But I'll not be able to move!
-Was it said I was going to spank you else?
-Then what are you going to do? Is it to cauterize me?
-No, naughty wench, to salt you. - He smiled.
Suddenly she has got a sense of his words. She was frightened and for good reason. Her executioner drew a handful of the salt, wet it with water from the flask, then he started to spread it on the flogged points, without efforts but studiously.
-Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. what are you doing?! S-s-s, - she exerted herself to stand, reddening, finally broke down and began to sob. He began to liberate her from the ropes.
-May I go to the river? - Asked the girl through tears.
-You may.
Inga came to the bank, came down to the water long, went into the water. It was hurt to touch the buttocks. Then she stood in the water near for five minutes. Already the flow should wash off the salt. She began to hobble back, forgetting along the way, sat down on a stump and at once jumped up with a yelp. Her executioner applied an ointment to the welts gingerly, getting it from the first-aid kit. This time Inga was whipped according to all the classic rules: it hurts to touch, to blood and including the processing with salt. It was scary to look at her bum. It swelled up, solid purple-bluish spots bled in some areas.
-Put on your training trousers, not the swimsuit, it may pierce.
Inga asked, smiling:
-Today am I flogged like that nanny goat, am not I?
-Really, my dear naughty goat.
-Is this the last test?
-There's still one. But you have to rest a few days, let it heal. When it will heal, you will be more beautiful. The already your bum is attractive, prominent. If in childhood you were flogged more often, you generally would be a beauty queen. But don't worry, all the same I love you.
-To thrash me in the next time, will you onto the same point again?
-No. Lots and evenly thorough the body, except the face and breasts.
-You've right, one must test all. And what if I misbehave before it will heal?
In answer he spanked her sonorously with palm one time on the point is sore now.
-Ou-uch! - loudly and slowly the girl uttered a scream, throwing her head back. - M-m-m, oh how it hurts! S-s-s.
-Well, do you want to misbehave?
-No, no.
He spanked her with palm at the second time also sonorously. The girl yelled, bent over, crouched down, blushing.
-And now would you like, I'll whip you with wire?
-Do not! I'm afraid!
-Will you be as meek, wench?
-Yes, I will be as meek.
-Tomorrow you got me on the bum really don't spank, please.
-If you behave well, I'll spank you on other points.
Inga realized that she must do without any mischief, at least a few days.
-Now you may take a rest. For today we cut the study.
This day, he still had several times during the conversation, joking, slapped her, what provoked every time her protester and suffering screams. She at all couldn't sit. However this and next day every reminder, how strong she is flogged, brought her a feeling of a bliss. She agreed internally that she is able to be happy really only together with this mysterious stranger who combined in himself, it seemed, incompatible characters: a rude guy, dressed almost in a bast, a refined inquisitor, a philosopher and a poet.
The next week Inga had asked for the "torments for the love" once more, after this all her body was thrashed evenly, even the arms. It was no the orgasm, because only different fresh untouched places got it, so nothing lignified, nothing lost the perceptibility. The pain was stabbing, it was enough of screams, tears and lamentations. As he promised, only the face and breasts remained untouched. It was one hundred and fifty strokes too, however nothing hurt after this.
As soon as she was untied, her passion, being inflamed by the cruel game "jump-screech" as he said, reached its apogee. Her partner in this game was excited not fewer. Inga was sure that he will keep his word; she wasn't mistaken.
Being untied, just she struck a pose of a thirsting female, in which she desired to give herself to him. This time she had not to entreat him. He has entered into her smoothly and deeply. Inga bawled from pleasure in time with his pushes. It seemed to her that all the earth and the forest stagger with them together. Everything has changed around. Any detail in the milieu surrounding them, signifying nothing, now it got a great meaning, the meaning of the triumph of the Life and the Love. Any trifle: either let it is a drooping leaf of maple, catching the eye by chance, or some forest sound or even a smell, in the distant future, being drawn from stock of memory, suddenly this "trifle" will begin to shine a bright light, illuminating and decorating the gray humdrum daily routine, and then each of both will be able without any proof, but being sure, without any doubt to answer the question to any skeptic or pessimist who asking about the meaning of life, that the meaning of life is the Love.
And for this moment every such a trifle was like a note which was blending harmoniously into the great symphony of the festival of the life and the love. Both, being deafened by the final chords of this symphony, a few minutes they weren't able to recover themselves, standing still in the position which they came.
After all Inga jumped up, turned face to him. They kissed, crushing lips each other and for a long time could not separate out. In a transport of joy they pinched each other to bruises on their back without feeling this.
-Let's we rest a little, then continue this, - it was the girl who took the lead, offering.
He has agreed, and both went into the tent. Being easily dressed, they lay about an hour.
-Well, pretty girl, what else to do with you together? - He was the first to break the silence.
-And you are well done! Quickly you have regained the strength as in eighteen. Do you know? I'm so depraved. I'm such a bitch! I have such a shameful desire!
-Didn't I tell you before, that the sexual desires are sacred things, if they aren't dangerous? I would have whipped you now for you forget the lessons, but just I'm too lazy to do it.
-I want you would violate my second virginity, - the wench said in a whisper like a conspirator, passionately sparkling with her mischievous eyes. He has well understood, but asked just in case:
-How to understand it?
-What are you slow on the uptake! Where do you poke your finger me every morning? So you awakened in me this desire. I know, it hurts, however I don't need get accustomed to this, - she passed to a whisper, and her eyes still glowed passionately. - I want to be planted on the stake. You lie down on back and I will hop on it, being in the horsewoman's pose.
-Well, today your day has come, my beauty. After going through the suffering you have right to choose. Frankly speaking, I want the same. He took an ointment from the first-aid kit and went out the tent. - Let's do it here, on the grass.
-Let us, - the girl said in a passionate whisper.
He applied an ointment to the required object, which was increased to its limit again, and lay down on his back. Inga, trembling, overstepped the lying partner so, that now her feet were on either side of him, and she turned her face to him, took the implement of his passion in her hand and started to stick herself onto it.
-Ouch! - Biting her lip either from pain or from passion, she started to move hither and thither, initially slowly and carefully, but hastening little by little, and moaned in time, doing this. Before he finished, she had time several times to come, and the last time they finished together, her repeated moans changed into the shouting and exclamations: "So me! do me like this! I'm a bad wench, tear me!.." Hearing from afar but without seeing what is going on, one could think that she is flogged again. On the peak of the voluptuousness she bellowed and growled like a wild beast. Soon both went to the river to wash themselves.
-Are you seeing now that a three weeks ago you lived in an absolutely different world, that is, in a dead one. And during a few days you have done a grand jump from the grey dead world into the alive and colourful one?
-And you are asking?
-So. Do not forget today and never come back there.It is a hell there, a darkness. It is a death there, a cancer, alcoholism.
-Do you want me to stay together with you in the forest forever?
-Unfortunately it is not possible and it is not about that. Simply: being physically in their world, stay in your own one. Pretending to be as they are, stay yourself. Don't forget who are you, even for a minute. In respect of them you are like an enemy agent who mustn't discover himself and especially, in no case he mustn't go over to their side. Otherwise you would betray yourself, then it would the worst for you, not for me. Although regarding me you are a slave, a forest wench which I spank and will spank every day, but in respect of them you are a princess and they are plebeians, nonentities who had disregarded the Gifts which were given them from heaven. Never forget either those knowledge or this happiness what you have found here.
And the sun passed beyond the ravine and was setting, shadowing the long shadows. They talked, kissed and sang songs near the campfire. The night approached, and soon she gave herself to him again.
Next chapter: http://la-flagellation.blogspot.ru/2013/03/the-enigmatic-abductor-chapter-8.html
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