Thread: Broken Kat (ssk and messedup)

Kaitlyn thrashed as she hear the door swing open and the heels come in closer. She bucked and pulled at the chains and screamed into the gag. The screams of anger and rebellion was soon replaced with screams of pain and anguish. The steps stopped not far from her and the silence was soon replaced with swishing and whip falling on naked flesh and screams of pain. The flogging on Kaitlyn's naked breasts went on for what felt like forever. She thrashed and writhed and bucked as each strike landed on her pushed out breasts, the underbust did nothing to protect her breasts, in fact they pushed them up and out so it made it easier. Eventually Kaitlyn's screamed dulled and she slumped on the chains. The anguish had exhausted her and she had no power left to resist. That was when the lashing stopped. After a bit the blindfold was removed. Kaitlyn blinked and grimaced through stinging of dull light and salt tears. Soon her focus cleared up and she looked at a marvelously striking woman. Kaitlyn had always been attracted to women more than men, some thought it strange but she did not like the brutes of men but rather the fine lines of women...and their softness. This woman though was everything but fine. She was beautiful, dangerously so. Kaitlyn recognised the sadistic glimmer in the woman's eyes. She had seen it when her brothers and father abused their slaves. She did however see that there was something else behind that sadism...something...new. Kaitlyn listened as the woman explained what was to happen. Kaitlyn glared at her. She wanted Kaitlyn to submit...to give in...hells to that. She gasped as the woman cupped her dripping kitty she could never get herself to call it anything but that, despite herself she found she was wet from what was happening to her. She hated herself for that. The woman fondled and teased the exposed flesh beyond the rope cutting into her. Kaitlyn closed her eyes and moaned into the gag. Why am i so turned on? The woman introduced herself as Lady Tarla. Kaitlyn recognised it only in what she had heard. She had heard that Lady Tarla held a certain place of respect among the other lords and ladies, mostly because of her place to the Emperor but also because of her...hungers. Kaitlyn listened while glaring and moaning as she kept fondling. Frak why won't she stop doing that? That was about the time that the woman's kind face disappeared and she punched Kaitlyn right on her swollen clit. She screamed as the rope dug into her and pressed hard against her. She was pushed up against the wall from the force and she screamed almost biting the gag in half. The woman smiled and nodded and left. Kaitlyn was left alone hanging from the wall. She looked at the bench and saw the flogger and collar resting there. She had a very obvious choice. Submit or be tortured possibly killed...or worse. Kaitlyn began to sob for the first time in her life. She was feeling her will sapping away. She knew that she wanted to resist and she wanted to fight but she just was not that sure she had the strength. She was never good on her own. She always needed others to lean on and support her. Now she was alone with an impossible decision. She thought about her options all through the night and right up to her hearing the heels click clack on the cold stone floor approaching her dark dank cell. She rose her head and looked at the door of her cell. She had made her decision...