The Village of Agony and Ecstasy

He reached to shove her over with such force it almost threw her off her feet. 

She screamed. "Stop! Stop! I will not do it." He paid no attention to her protest. He pushed her over until she was bent over the tree, her naked ass raised up. She kept her legs closed, hoping to hide her feminine charms from him. 

“Grab the branch, if you move, it will be fifty swats. Right now you are only getting twenty five.” He slapped her ass hard, feeling the softness of her ass cheek, watching it turn red.

Bella felt his hand stinging her buttocks. She squealed, "Oh myyyyyyyyyyyy, stop it, stop It."

He actually laughed at her words. “That was nothing, that was only my hand. I’m going to use a flogger on you. You will learn to accept your fate, little tiger.”

He grabbed a leather flogger, it was not very large, but it would bring about considerable pain, especially with such a tender bottom. “Now hold still, or I will start at the beginning again.” He slapped her ass hard with the flogger, two leather strands hitting her soft ass cheeks, but the middle strand slapped against the crack in her ass. He saw her clench them tightly, preventing the leather strap from reaching her tender asshole. But she would soon tire, and then he make sure that the leather found their target, nestled tightly between her cheeks, her delicate asshole.

She felt the sizzling touch of leather thongs on her bottom as the small flogger did its work. It stung and caused her flesh to turn bright pink. Tears stung her eyes. She couldn't believe this. What had she done to deserve such humiliating treatment? She felt helpless. He was strong and his grip on her was too secure to free herself. She counted at least fifteen, the pain making it difficult to be sure. The flogger moved lower, onto her upper thighs, the strands sometimes straying too close to her feminine charms, her legs clenched tightly. Five more and her legs and ass were tiring from keeping them so tight, the pain on her bottom now almost unbearable. She squealed in pain, the flogger relentless in hitting her tender flesh.

She had finally tired, her ass cheeks no longer clenching tightly, her legs parting slightly. He could see a thicket of hair between her legs, her pussy slightly exposed. He took careful aim, bringing the flogger up from the ground. They smacked her ass hard, right in the apex of her sex, one thong hitting her exposed pussy and two thongs slapping hard between her cheeks, catching her exposed asshole.

Bella screamed, her voice ringing out in the forest. She could not believe that anyone would hit a woman between her legs. He had hit her delicate sex, the thongs bringing about a terrible burning between her legs. “No, not there, how can you be so evil?”

“Hold still or we start all over again,” he ordered her. He saw her clench her legs and ass again, so he slapped her cross wise on her ass cheeks. She let her guard down again, almost exhausted from the fight. The flogger whipped up from the ground again, this time her legs were spread wider, all three thongs biting into her exposed sex. 

She almost jumped up, the pain again radiating from her sex, the leather beating her tender mound. “AAAGGHH, no more,” she cried. Before she could even think, the flogger again hit her, this time slashing between the cheeks of her ass to beat the delicate bud between them. Two more hits with the flogger and she fell to the ground, her hands gripping her mound tightly, unable to believe the pain he had inflicted on her. 

"Now, no more stubborn temper tantrums, is that understood?" He had spun her around, his eyes narrow and piercing, looking straight into hers. She could feel his breath on her face. His demeanor frightened her. 

"Yes, I do" she sniffed. He threw her the ripped dress, allowing her some semblance of decency. The dress just barely covered her breasts, most of the buttons missing. One leg was uncovered almost to her crotch, the fabric torn and missing. Her underwear had long been discarded. He brought out some rope, dark brown, rough hemp rope.

He picked up a length of old tree branch, about two inches wide, three feet long. It was still hard and sturdy. “Put your hands behind your head and turn your back to me. I wouldn’t tell you again or it’s the flogger again my little tiger.”

Bella did as she was told, the pain in her bottom still a remembrance of her disobedience. She felt her hands pulled back, the stick placed under her armpits, her hands pulled slowly and painfully upward until the rope secured them tightly to the stick. She was turned around facing him, his green eyes again devouring her flesh. Her breasts were now thrust out prominently, the dress barely able to contain them. She was always proud of her breasts, they were bigger then most of the girls in the village and always drew second glances from the boys. When she was teasing her own sex, she often let her fingers gently pluck at her nipples. The pink tipped nipples would harden, the dark brown surrounding areola highlighting the pale skin of her breast. She knew from his eyes that he was not the type that would treat them so gently. She feared that. He helped her up onto his horse, him behind her. He held her tightly in front of him on his horse. Her buttocks stung as they continued their ride to where, she did not know. Her small frame was no match for his chiseled muscles. She relented to behaving but kept her eyes open to drink in every bit of the forest, every landmark she could memorize. She would not give in to this plight. The others who had been captured might, but she would never give up hope. The first opportunity that came along, she would be free. She would escape this capture and once again live in her village with her family. 

Wonder what her father and mother were thinking now? Her older brother had tried to catch up with her in the fields to no avail. She knew they were heartbroken and worried. Oh, she missed them so. Her heart fell as she thought of them. At that moment, she swore to see them again. The sun was setting and it appeared that the steeds became impatient, picking up there pace. They headed for a clump of trees in the distance attempting to beat the suns setting, the steeds galloping along until they reached their destination. She grew impatient again as they moved to the far corner of the clump of trees, away from the others.