Ka-Lan was victim of an uncaring brother who had his mind elsewhere. And plaything of his evil-minded sister. She stood glaring up at an empty balcony. Ka-Lan could almost feel the heat of her temper radiating off her.
He could have felt triumphant that the brother putting down his sister had saved his skin. Rescued from hard labour in the mines .. a fate that would have cost him his life. He was staying put in the house according to the brother …… Ka-Lan might have to do a repeat-job.
But that rescue would cost him dear. For the male of the family frustrating his sister’s sadistic plans. The fury seething off his sister .. almost like a plume of hot air above her head. Furious at being out-played by a brother for whom she had little love. Ka-Lan would pay dear for that rescue. Whipped till he screamed. He wouldn’t sit down for a week …….
The first blow swished evil through the air. Bent forwards over the end of the log pile, his arse vulnerably stuck out .. Ka-Lan bit his lip. In dread. The force of the blow did not disappoint her. The blow knocked him forward. Wood scraped at his bare thighs. He felt this cock jerk hard against splintered wood.
He yelped. But a puppy hurt by a foot on its paw had never yelped that loud. Or felt that sting. Or seen burning tears leap from its eyes. From just one vicious blow.
The burly guard had dragged Ka-Lan by the neck and bent him over the logs. The other pulled his arms forward, stretching Ka-Lan’s chest over the wood. And held him down. Their Mistress was “disappointed” with her slave. But she could always rely on her guards. Her will had been frustrated by her brother. But it was Ka-Lan’s arse that was going to pay.
Another evil swish. Ka-Lan held his breath. A stinging blow. A burning explosion. Hit with all the force that burly sadist could find. To keep in with his Mistress. The smarting pain ripped open Ka-Lan’s clenched jaw. His eyes popped full of pain.
“Keep it quiet, sis,” the brother had mocked. No way! She was setting out to disturb her brother’s little games up above. Ka-Lan’s cries would exact revenge on the brother who’d out-played her. Upsetting him at play. Getting her own back. Sibling rivalry. And Ka-Lan’s arse was the weapon-of-choice.
He’d felt a whip enough times before. He’d known his backside strapped. But the agonising heat that incinerated his bare backside .. such searing flames were like he could not remember. That surly sadist of a guard had been pushing him around for weeks .. doing his Mistress’ bidding. This was like all the pent-up aggression against Ka-Lan had come out in those two blows. Robbing him of breath. Eye-watering force. Such smarting pain. Like, at last, this sadistic guard felt he could let his aggression rip. Free rein to make the prick scream.
The next swish heralded the burn. Ka-Lan already had had his jaw tight-clenched. Pain in his teeth, so tight-clenched. Shock threw his head up. Eyes clamped closed, teeth tight clenched. But the strike of lightning across his bare arse set his whole body in flames. Pain rushed the length of him. Battered through the resistance of his tight-closed throat. Like wild-fire it incinerated the fighting strength in his clenched jaws. Torture ripped open his mouth. Ka-Lan bawled.