Putting things right
Before the horror of the thrashing had started, Rais stood sneering right at Mitchell at the post. Close enough that his foul breath wafted hot into his prisoner’s face.
“I’ll break you, pig.”
Mitchell felt his guts churning. Fears of an almighty thrashing watered his bowels. Those handlers would finish off the job. Their lives depended on it. Scared of Rais. As scared as Mitchell was of what was to come.
Still, doggedly. Mitchell stared back. His eyes as full of resolve as those burning into his face.
“No one defies me, “ Rais hissed. “NO ONE.”
Those words spoke of Rais’ belief. But Mitchell refused to accept the fact. He WOULD defy. Sweet Jesus, grant him the strength to defy.
Mitchell felt the nerves racing through his blood. He half-expected here to get whipped to death. Bad blood between them. This animosity had got so strong. And the evil hatred he read in Rais’ eyes .. that gave him little hope of anything else.
“ A sailor lets me down .. he knows what to expect ….” Rais continued.
Mitchell was scared. As a marine death was a risk he took. But a soldier died with his sword in his hand .. fighting to the bitter end. But whipped to death? Tied to a post? Nevertheless, he took strength from Rais’ words .. vowing to break him. Mitchell felt the anger at that idea turning to steely resolve in his gut. Called out. Challenged. Kill him, maybe. Torture him .. without a doubt. But break him …..? Go to hell!
“A handler fails me …….? He will make amends. Damned quickly. In full.”
Mitchell knew already. His pair of thugs were pissing in their pants.
“But ……” Rais paused. “ …. A SLAVE!”
That word could still make Mitchell’s blood boil. But he too was looking intofeatures brim-full of rage.
“Defy my will. WHAT?”
Mitchell was looking into eyes of icy deadliness. Staring out of a face snarling in rage. Ice and fire.
“A slave lowers his eyes. A SLAVE never gets to think to defy …..”
His eyes spat chilly bullets of fury into Mitchell’s face.
The first blow against his bare backside .. it slammed Mitchell’s hips uncompromising into the post. A force given muscular strength by a handler who feared for his life. Mitchell’s mouth ripped open in shock. His eyes popped out of his head. The full horror of this night’s thrashing unfolded in just one strike.
His arse had been beaten black-and-blue on that ledge. The first strike on injured muscle screamed. Pain rushed agonising down the length to his legs. The heat of torture flooded his body. In just one fear-powered strike. It was like his back was bathed in lava. A living river of fire. The full cost of Mitchell’s challenge flowed like molten magna .. sizzling .. explosive agony.
Five horror-filled hits. This pair of thugs was too shit-scared of Rais to pull a punch. They had something to prove. They gave him their all. Slamming him with all their might up against the upright. Holding nothing back. Blasting pain out of his backside and exploding in his head. Proof to their boss, they didn’t play around. Barely a chance for Mitchell to catch his breath before another fear-powered hit smashed his hip into the post again.
Suddenly Mitchell felt a hand grabbing him by the jaw. Rais crushing his hand tight on Mitchell’s jawbone. The grip wrenched his face into Rais’ glare. Mitchell was sweating, panting. Bleary-eyed with tears of shock. He heard the blood pounding in his ear. Stood on edge dreading the next blow. He’d not seen Rais raise his hand to halt the thrashing.
“I’ll break you, slave.”
Rais swore his determination. The grip clenched tighter and forced Mitchell’s gaze into the cruel look on Rais’ face.
“SLAVE. A slave obeys. Defies? NEVER!”
Mitchell took strength from his hatred. Hatred that one man could think he could own another man’s hide. Own HIS. NEVER! Through teary eyes, he gave back his stubborn reply. NEVER!
Mitchell was struggling with his own emotions. A treacherous temptation clawed its way out of his trembling gut. Is this the way you want to die? And for what? Swallow your pride. Or pretend. What have you got to lose?
Everything. Everything he stood for. Everything that made him what he was. Angry at that weakness seducing him into betrayal of himself, Mitchell hit back. Summoning his every bit of strength. Bundling it into looks of disdain for the man who dared call him his slave.
Rais had nodded. So taken with assembling what reserves he could find .. Mitchell had missed the signs .. Rais’ nod. The swish of evil cutting at the darkness .. targeted on his bare backside. Stinging. Body-shattering. The force slammed his front mercilessly into the post. The shock exploded with a loud grunt into Rais’ evil face.
And many more. How many more times? Will-breaking blows slammed into his arse. Pain screaming .. wildly pounding through his body in a maddened rush to escape. Mitchell’s teary eyes closed against the pain.
“A slave obeys.”
Rais’ raised hand had called another halt. Mitchell had no idea how many will-crushing hits onto tortured muscle he had taken. Pain raged in his head. Agony burned in his back. Weakness threatened the power in his legs.
“I tell you to kiss my boot ….. SLAVE .. you kiss it. UNDERSTAND?”
Mitchell was hardly listening. His head swimming. Rais again was crushing him tight by the jaw. Every bit of strength Mitchell could muster was needed to put up a fight.
“I tell you to lick my arse ….. SLAVE .. your fucking tongue can’t get enough of it. UNDERSTAND?”
Through the swirling haze of his hearing Mitchell registered the words. And his instincts registered disgust. Denial. Refusal. An affront to the human being he was. He’d sooner be dead.
Wave after wave of torment had crashed over one another across his bare arse. Pounded like the fiercest surf. Losing Mitchell’s ability to know when one monstrous wave knocked the wind out of him and when the next one began. An overload of torture. Pain was everywhere. On the agonised surface of his backside. Deep inside. Exploding in his mind.
He’d been drowning. Smothered by the pounding surge of surf that engulfed his nerves, overwhelmed his senses. Threatened to cripple his brain. But those words .. Rais’ arrogant claim over his free spirit .. they snatched him back. The burning agony of his backside firing up his resolve. Defiant still. Somehow.
The crush on Mitchell’s jawbone tightened. Kept firm in the grip of Rais’ hand so he could savour every sizzle of agony. It took all he had for Mitchell to suppress the grimace as Rais crushed pain into his jaw. Pain welled into his eyes. Temptation to give in to the pain again swelled in his guts. Rais’ arrogant face leered in his vision .. domineering .. commanding. Demanding his soul.
That sight filled Mitchell’s blood, fired his flagging resolve back up with strength. He fought .. he struggled back .. he clawed his will back like crazy. He put everything he could summon into refusing. Rejecting temptation. Rebuffing the lure to give way to the overwhelming crush on his spirit. Steeling every muscle in his face. Taut. Tension-filled .. muscled clenched .. not letting his features betray his will. Every muscle filled with hatred for this damned pirate face snarling into his own.
“I say, SUCK MY DICK. I order my slave to suck me off.”
Rais scoffed his scorn for this stubborn pig into his infidel face. No infidel-pig defied his will.
“UNDERSTAND? You suck me off ….. With relish.”
Mitchell’s eyes did the talking. He could not risk voicing his answer. He’d sound weak. Stupid. Incoherent. Laughable. Mitchell put his reply into his eyes. Over my dead body. GO GET FUCKED!