Trabbian Justice Ch. 11

As the guards were securing Susan's wrists and ankles for her flogging, the chief inspector reviewed the parameters of her punishment. "Susan, you are due 14 lashes, thanks to my generosity and your willing performance of the tasks assigned to you. Since I am pleased by your positive attitude and that of your student, Priya, I am going to grant you both one further favor. You will each be allowed to experience sexual gratification during your chastisement, to offset some of the pain you will be subjected to with pleasure. Priya, I hope you will be willing to help your professor through her ordeal."

Priya nodded. It would indeed be her pleasure to satisfy Professor Gelden.

"Excellent, then go in front of her and stimulate her." Priya hurried to do as ordered. She carefully knelt at Susan's feet, moving slowly so as not to cause further distress to her hind quarters, still sore from the caning and the stretching it had just received.

Susan's ankles had been strapped to pegs that were about three feet apart, spreading her legs such that her vaginal lips were partially open. Priya used her fingers to spread the external labia fully, giving her access to the older woman's inner folds and clitoris.

As she was slipping her index finger inside Susan's slit, Priya noticed that the man who had caned them the other day took his place behind Susan, cat o' nine tails in hand, measuring the distance by flicking the tails lightly against the professor's back. After a few adjustments, he indicated that he had the correct placement.

The warden moved to stand in front of Susan and called out, "14 lashes. Begin." Priya saw the man pull the whip handle back and then send the cords flying into Susan's upper back. She heard the swish of the tails through the air and the crack of their impact with Susan's bare skin. She felt the force radiating through Susan's body, pushing the professor's crotch into her fingers and heard the air pushed from Susan's lings in a stifled moan. A second later she saw her teacher's body writhe in pain. Priya had to place her other hand on Susan's hips to keep her fingers from slipping out of Susan's slit.

Looking up, Priya saw the agony on her professor's face. She tried to comfort her in the only way she could, by placing her thumb firmly on Susan's clit and moving it slowly up and down. As she did so, she heard the second whip strike and Susan's moan, louder this time. She had to hold tight to maintain contact with Susan's groin through the desperate gyrations the professor's body underwent as it processed the pain.

Priya saw the third strike hit. She saw that this time, the tips of some of the tails wrapped around Susan's torso and crashed into her breast, leaving bright red marks on her lovely skin.

This time Susan howled and twisted so wildly that Priya's finger slipped out. "Come on girl, stay with her," Warden Noba counseled. "You are supposed to be comforting her, for God's sake."

Hoping to please both the warden and her professor, Priya made a real effort to keep her stimulation going even as she heard the whistle and crack of the fourth lash and Susan's roar of pain. Looking up into Susan's tear-clouded eyes, Priya could see the suffering that her favorite teacher was enduring. Priya wished she could kiss Susan and lick the tears and sweat from her lovely face.

Whether by design or accident, the fifth lash struck more towards the side than the others and the tails slammed hard into Susan's breast, evoking wild spasms and screams of pain. Priya grabbed Susan's hip tightly with her left hand, struggling to keep her right hand on the professor's groin. She could see blood trickling down Susan's breast onto her chest after that vicious blow.

"Your hand doesn't appear to be working, girl, try using your tongue," Warden Noba suggested. Desperate to help her beloved professor, Priya lowered her face to Susan's crotch and began licking her clitoris gently, continuing to move her fingers in and out of the older woman's vagina.

None of these loving ministrations prevented Susan from yelling in anguish when the sixth stroke fell, this one also wrapping around to strike her wounded breast, producing an additional flow of blood from the abraded skin. Nor did the pain of the seventh lash appear lessened in any way by Priya's attempts to comfort her teacher. "Susan, you do not appear to be enjoying your student's attempts to pleasure you as you did before," Noba noted. "Is she not doing a proper job? I can have her whipped if she isn't."

"Oh, God no, please don't," Susan panted through her agony. "It's not Priya's fault. She is doing a wonderful job, but the whip hurts so much. How can I even think about cumming when you are killing me?"

"You know, Susan, you have a good point," the warden replied after a moment's thought. "You have gotten 7 lashes, which is halfway to the 14 you are due. What if we take a break and let your student satisfy you? Okay?"

"Oh, please, ma'am, let's take a break," Susan moaned. "I can't stand any more right now."

"OK, we'll take a break, now. Priya, you have 5 minutes to make your professor cum. Get busy, girl." Priya didn't need much encouragement to provide comfort to her favorite prof. She redoubled her efforts, sucking hard on Susan's clit and inserting a second finger into Susan's vagina.

Susan was till moaning from the fire burning in her back and breast, but as Priya worked on her, there was a subtle change to sounds more indicative of pleasure. Priya looked up and saw that Susan's eyes were closed and her jaw hung open.

Encouraged, Priya continued her stimulations. She could sense the rising tension in Susan legs, exacerbated by being bound in a standing position, and saw the tightening abdominal muscles. Soon, her professor was pushing her crotch into Priya's face and muttering softly, "Yes, Priya, yes, don't stop, oh God, please keep going. I'm almost there." Priya didn't stop, and, very soon after, she heard several gasps and felt Susan's hips twisting against her face.

While Priya couldn't be sure whether Susan had, in fact, cum, or whether her professor had pretended to do so in order to protect Priya from possible punishment, the performance seemed to satisfy the Trabbians. "Very good, girl," the warden said. ""Wasn't that good, Susan?" she asked.

Susan was hanging limply in her bonds, her eyes closed, exhausted from the orgasm or from the effort of faking one, on top of the continuing agony from her back. She opened them and looked at Noba. "Yes, that was wonderful."

"Priya, you may kiss your professor," the warden said. Priya gladly rose and looked into Susan's eyes. The professor appeared to be only half present, the rest of her lost in a world of strong sensations coming from her body. Priya put her hand on the back of Susan's head, the sweat-soaked hair wet against her palm, and pressed her mouth into Susan's.

"I love you," she whispered, stroking her professor's sweat and tear dampened face

"I love you, too," Susan responded.

"Alright, you two, this isn't a dyke bar," Warden Noba admonished. "Susan has 7 more lashes due and 7 more she will get."

"Oh, God, I can't take any more. It hurts so much," Professor Gelden sobbed. "Please stop, I'm begging you."

Priya was heartbroken by the pitiful appeal. "Warden, hasn't she suffered enough? What purpose will giving her 7 more lashes serve?"

"You foolish girl," the warden replied, "She has broken the rules of my camp and must be punished. Now get your ass over here next to me and watch her suffer." Priya, seeing little choice, came over to stand next to the warden.

The caner drew the whip handle back and sent the tails crashing into Susan's back, provoking a howl of agony, "Please, have mercy. I can't take it. Please," she begged piteously. Priya found it devastating to see her teacher and lover in such agony. She felt her eyes tearing up, just as Susan's were.

The ninth stroke was another that wrapped, the ends of the tails striking the areolae of Susan's right breast, causing more blood to flow down her torso. The professor howled and shook madly. Priya couldn't bear to watch anymore, so she looked away. "Don't you look away, girl. You watch your professor pay for her crimes as you will soon pay for yours. And if I see you looking anywhere but at her, I will add strokes. Is that clear? " Noba demanded.

"Yes, ma'am," Priya answered. And, horrible as it was, she did as ordered and watched Susan take the last 5 strokes, each one adding to her toll of agony and each one bringing the moment when Priya would face her own punishment closer. Finally, mercifully, the 14th and last stroke was given. Susan hung motionless in her bonds, her head drooping. Priya approached her teacher, lifted her chin up and stared deep into Susan's pain-wracked eyes. "Are you OK?" Priya asked.

"It hurts so much," Dr. Gelden croaked.

"I know," Priya replied, "but it's over now."

But the pain wasn't quite over yet. The caner approached with the bucket of salted water and unceremoniously dumped it over Susan's head, letting the water flow down into the open cuts on her back and chest. As the salt worked into the wounds, Susan began howling and gyrating madly in her bonds. Priya knew that Noba was observing her and would punish her if she looked away, so she stared, helpless, at Susan's anguish, watching until the howls waned into whimpers and the spasms dies away. She watched as the guards unstrapped the professor and helped her out of the hut to the clinic.

"Well, Priya, it's just you now," the warden cackled. "12 strokes. Get over there." She pointed at the restraints.

"Isn't there something I can do to reduce them? I'll do anything. Let any of these guys fuck me, however they want. Please," Priya begged.

"Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you? Do you take me for a fool girl? You've already had your punishment cut in half. I'm not going to stand for anything more. Besides, it's late and we don't have time for you to satisfy your slutty desires. Now get over there, immediately or you will get the full 24 lashes you deserve!"

Priya saw no point in arguing further. She walked unsteadily to the spot designated for her suffering, her legs quivering in terror. The warden herself secured Priya, first kneeling to buckle the leather strap around her right ankle, then stretching her left leg to be strapped in place in turn, leaving her feet spread about three feet across. Then, she secured the restraint around Priya's wrists. Priya felt the dampness on the leather, sweat from her teacher and classmates who had suffered before her.

Noba signaled and a guard began winding the chain attached to the wrist cuffs. Priya felt her arms lifting until they were over her head. The guard continued raising the cuffs until Priya's arms were stretched tight, though he left her feet in contact with the ground. She found that she had limited mobility, more than she had had on the caning frame, because she could twist her head and upper torso to see the flogger behind her, but there was no way she could evade the agonizing cords.

Priya felt the tails slap lightly against her upper back a few times. She knew those weren't the lashes, merely the flogger finding his range. She looked behind her and saw that he was ready to begin, staring at her back with a look of deep concentration. Then, Priya heard Noba announce, "12 lashes, make them count." She saw the flogger's arm swing back, then fly forward and she heard the tails whoosh through the air and crack against flesh, as she had seen him strike her friends.

Except this time it was her back that was taking the blow.

The force drove Priya's torso forward and drove the air from her lungs. As she struggled to regain her breath, the pain hit. Perhaps it wasn't as intense and focalized as the cane, as the impact was spread over the 9 tails and the force did not penetrate as deeply into the muscle, but it seemed like her whole back was on fire. Even after only one stroke, sweat was running from Priya's armpits down her sides and from her forehead onto her face.

Priya head the tails of the whip whistle again and crack as they struck her. This time, she saw the tips come around her side and strike the outside of her right breast, streaking the sensitive skin bright red. As her nerves reacted, the pain was incredible. Priya howled in agony. And there were still 10 more to come. How would she bear it?

"That was a good one, wasn't it? He got the tit there." Noba taunted. "Shall I have him do that again?"

"Noooo," Priya cried. "Please, not there."

It seemed the flogger listened, because the third lash hit squarely on the back. That didn't provide much relief, though, as the skin there was raw, and Priya howled in agony again. She felt like she might be bleeding, but couldn't see behind her to be sure. But she knew she was only one quarter of the way through this horrible ordeal.

"OK, now you are ready for another on your tits, right?" The warden asked.

"Noooo, nooo," Priya cried, twisting her torso to the left to protect her breasts. But the flogger was too skilled to be stymied by that maneuver. He flicked the tails at the last second and wrapped them, smashing the hard waxed tips right into Priya's meaty breast. The poor girl felt her head spinning. She thought she would pass out, but, unfortunately, she remained conscious, suffering the fiery agony. She looked down at her poor breasts. The skin on the outside of the right tit was abraded and blood was now showing where the tips had impacted. All she could do was sob at her pain and degradation

"Hah," Noba laughed, "You thought you would avoid that, but he was too quick for you. Now he's going to hit your tits again."

Before Priya could protest, the whip smacked into her back at full force, and the tips of the tails clawed into her breast. Priya yelled and yelled as the unspeakable agony seared her whole being. Every muscle in her body strained against the bonds, but still she was helpless to stop the suffering. Blood was now trickling from her wounded breast onto her chest, mixing with the sweat and tears dripping from her face.

The sixth lash spared her breast, but that was little comfort, as her back was pure, unadulterated pain. Priya couldn't imagine how she could possibly endure another set of lashes equal to the last, only delivered to skin that was already a mess of welts and cuts.

Just as Priya had reached the depths of despair, the chief inspector offered her a ray of hope. "Dear Noba," he said, "I hate to interrupt you when you are doing your job, but did I not promise that this young lady and her professor could experience sexual gratification while suffering their well-deserved chastisement?"

"Yes, my dear sir, you are quite correct, and I thank you for reminding me. I would hate to be responsible for someone with your reputation breaking his word. Please excuse me," Noba replied.

"Not at all, Noba. I am going to let my colleague Mara take care of this matter, if you don't mind," he answered.

The female inspector, Mara, approached Priya, who was hanging in her bonds, taking deep breaths to try to regain her strength, grateful for the respite. "I was telling the chief inspector how much I enjoyed stimulating you before your caning, and he suggested I take the opportunity to do it again. I promise you, though, that this time I will finish the job, just as you did with your professor. Just to be sure that you reach orgasm, I will use this little helper." Mara removed from her pocket a small metal egg, painted blue, and flicked the switch on the side, causing it to begin buzzing and vibrating. "I am confident from personal experience that this will do the trick."

Priya looked at the vibrator with interest. The pain had driven any sexual thoughts out of her mind, but as long as they were diddling her, they weren't whipping her, which was a blessing. Mara knelt in front of Priya and began running the vibrator over her labia. With her legs spread by the ankle cuffs, Priya's slit and clitoris were fully accessible. Despite herself, she felt a tingling between her legs.

Slowly, Mara brought the vibrator up and rested it against Priya's clit. Priya felt a shiver of pleasure run up her spine, mixing with the burning fire in her back. Teasingly, the inspector left it on that sensitive spot only for a moment, before lowering it. She repeated this a few times, leaving Priya panting, this time in desire, rather than agony. "You like it there, I think?" Mara asked.

"Oh, God, yes, please keep it there," Priya gasped. She was desperately afraid that Mara would leave her hanging like she had when Priya was on the caning stand. Mara brought the buzzing vibrator back up to Priya's clit. "Oh, that's good, don't stop" she whispered.

"Don't stop? Why shouldn't I?" Mara asked, pulling the vibrator away. "Should a slut like you get to cum?"

Priya was now desperate. In tears, she pleaded, "Your chief promised, please put it back."

"You are right," Mara put the vibrator back on Priya's clit for a second, then pulled it back, teasing her cruelly.

Priya's whole body was straining for release; she was up on her toes and gripping the rope that held her wrist cuffs up. "I'm begging you, please, put it on my clit, please."

Mara relented and placed the buzzer directly on Priya's clit. Priya pushed her groin forward, trying desperately to maximize contact. She was seconds away from takeoff, and could only pray that Mara would complete the job this time. And this time, the inspector didn't pull back, but kept the contact. Priya took a deep breath and held it as she was right on the edge. "Oh, oh, I'm cumming," she gasped. "Right there."

And just as the first pleasure signals flashed up her spine to her brain, she heard the cat o' nine tails whistle and felt the tails hit her back. Waves of pain mixed with waves of pleasure flooded her brain. She screamed louder than she had ever screamed before. Her whole body gyrated wildly; her whole universe was reduced to her burning back and pulsating groin. The sensations seemed to go on and on, until they finally ebbed, leaving Priya hanging limply in her bonds.

Mara smiled up at her. "I hope you enjoyed that, dear." Priya didn't have the strength to reply. The inspector pulled up a chair in front of Priya, then lowered her pants and underpants and sat

down. "That looked like so much fun, that I am going to use the vibrator on myself, while you get the rest of your lashes." She placed the buzzing toy on her slit.

Noba piped up. "The good news for you, girl is that I am going to count that lash, so you only have 5 to go. Of course we'll try to make them as unpleasant as possible for you." Priya wasn't sure how she would survive them, but there was nothing she could do. There was a whistle and a crack as the eighth lash sent blinding pain across her back. She lacked the strength to do much more than moan.

However, the ninth lash, which wrapped around Priya's torso and scored the side of her breast, managed to draw a scream, despite her exhaustion. She was horrified to see that there was now a healthy trickle of blood running down from a few spots where the tips of the tails had gouged the flesh. "Now that was a good one!" Noba exclaimed. Mara, happily buzzing her clit, nodded in agreement.

Number 10 again wrapped and struck Priya's breast. Blood was now flowing freely onto her stomach. Mara was vigorously pressing the vibrator onto her most sensitive spot, her legs stuck straight out in front of her. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, "I'm almost there."

And she must have been close, because when the eleventh lash struck and Priya groaned in pain, Mara groaned too, but in pleasure, her legs shaking as she muttered "Oh, fuck, so good, so good," before slumping in her chair as the spasms ebbed.