Canes beat down on her from either side until her strength failed her and she curled into a ball with one arm held up to fend off further punishment.
A stocky, grizzled man put his sandaled foot onto the small of Kristina’s back to pin her to the dry, red earth, then bent to thrash her quivering arse with his bundle of birches. She could only kick her legs, hammer her fists into the grass, and howl. Only when he had drawn blood did he step back and allow her to drag her pain-wracked body up from the ground and squirm painfully forward on her elbows. A tall, severe woman pushed her onto her back with the toe of her boot and slashed at her with a green switch, kicking her legs apart to redden her crotch and inner thighs with a sharp flurry of blows. Welts stood out across the lips of her cunt and Kristina screamed until she was hoarse.
At last, she found herself at the feet of the soldier-priest. She clutched the hem of his tunic to pull herself up onto one knee and tilted her head back to bare her throat to his blade like a defeated gladiator. The priest stroked her hair and she smiled up at him through her tears. Sheathing his sword in the turf, he produced a length of coarse rope from the folds of his robe and stood waiting. Painfully, she moved to the foot of the obelisk and sat with her back against it and her legs splayed open. He wrapped the rope around her breasts and upper arms and she tilted her head back obediently so that the final stretch could be tightened around her throat. Then he stood behind and took the end of the cord in his strong hands, bracing his arms ready to pull.
"It felt right to be exposed that way, lustful and proud" she said, and Katya saw that she had slid forward in her seat, had opened her stockinged thighs wide, and was pressing her left hand deep into her naked groin. Her voice wavered. "The rope began to bite and I stroked myself, slowly at first and then faster and harder. It hurt where my most tender skin was bruised and broken but I pressed all the more brutally and felt my cunt swimming with wetness. All eyes were on me, and I heard nothing but the sound of my own breathing – and then of the blood hammering in my ears". She was masturbating quite openly now, careless of Katya’s presence.
"I have sought out evil people" she told Katya, staring through her, "but found no-one to compare with Theodota’s lovers in my vision. I know that she found the most profound release when the rope finally claimed her, but my reverie ended before then".
Katya laid a hand on her knee and leant forward, her eyes ablaze. "I shall put you under the knife of Dmitri" she said, intensely. Then, brushing the nun’s fingers aside she pressed her mouth down to where a death’s head tattoo adorned Kristina’s pubic mound and began to suck and chew at her clit.
She tensed and closed her eyes, jabbering under her breath until her whole body shook like a young tree in a storm when the climax seized her.
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