This was a new whip to her. She'd never felt, or seen, anything like it. It actually frightened her. There was not much in Incel's possession that did, but when he explained that it was rubber, she relaxed a bit.
How bad can it be?
She gasped at the pain when the first stroke landed, but otherwise...
She was silent. And still.
Another stroke, this one in the exact same spot as the previous one. Another gasp, and this time her muscles tensed. The thin, jagged strands hurt more than she expected, and to strike in the exact same place as before caused more pain.
But still, no sound or word came out of her mouth.
"Ha!" she was shocked to hear herself when the third stroke struck her directly in the back of her left knee. Unable to resist, she brought her leg back, and was rewarded by a strike directly on the sole of her foot. A high-pitched shriek burst from her, but it was short, and it was only slightly louder than her previous soft outburst.
Her right hip was next, then her the back of her left thigh. Soon enough, she was panting, and softly moaned in between the strikes. The moans were short, only lasting long enough for her to take another short breath. At first, she realized Incel was working with a rhythm on purpose: Strike, pant, moan, pant, strike, pant, moan, pant... She doubted he could hear her moans, but he obviously was timing his strokes for some kind of response.
She really didn't know how many lashes he was giving her. Despite his order, she never counted her strokes...
In past situations like this, Anna would have broken eventually, after suffering who knew how many lashes, before finally calling the number out, starting from "odin." But this was their last night. She was determined never to give Incel the satisfaction of making her keep track of her own punishment. He may be throwing her away after this, but he would always remember that she spent the very last night in unspeakable agony, literally.
The strikes on her shoulder blades, particularly the three directly under the edge of each, were the most painful yet. Her body trembled after each one, and she whimpered several times while the lashing continued. The moans grew louder and longer. The middle of her spine, the small of her back, her left hip, all brought out more and more from her...
But still not a single number escaped her lips.
Nor did a single scream.
The whip struck the back of her right knee, which had been untouched since the session began. She pulled at the cuffs and threw her head back, bellowing a long, high-pitched squeal. Her body wriggled in what she knew was a futile attempt to get away, but instinct drove her to it. Unfazed, Incel struck her left hip again. This time, some of the tails wrapped around and struck her torso, and other tails struck-
"Yaaaieeeeeeee!" The shrill cry burst from her at the first touch of her pubic area. This was nothing like she'd felt before. She sobbed and panted, almost in disbelief.
She honestly wasn't sure what was worse at the moment, the fiberglass cane, or this barbaric thing. Her writhing only increased in desperation. Her legs spread, again on instinct, struggling to find some phantom platform on which to stand...
Exactly what Incel was waiting for. Wasting no time, he thrust the tails upward with a sharpshooter's aim. The tails hit their mark effortlessly, some striking her upper thighs, but most-
"Yaaaaaeeeeeahhhhhhhhh!"
That did it. It was worse than the dreaded cane which Incel knew she feared so much. This thing, down there?
She clamped her legs together, determined, as she panted and trembled, not to give Incel that opportunity again.
Another strike to her left hip. He seemed to be criss-crossing the other strikes, and going directly over some of the previous ones.
"Oooooohhhhhh!"
Anna felt the tails strike her pubic area again in this strike. Her muscles tensed and her vision blurred with tears, mixed with sweat from her forehead. She gulped for air, but now she was sobbing in between her gulps. She didn't think it was possible, but it seemed like she was sweating more with the stress and pain of the position her body was in, and the whip.
Four more criss-crossing strokes to her left hip just like the others, all having the side effect of some of the tails hitting her stomach and pubic area. She screamed and jerked her legs up and against her exposed torso. She looked like she was going to do a cannonball spin, if she were on the ice.
But all this did was to provide Incel with another perfect opportunity. The next lash struck her on the bony part of her ass, and covered both sides simultaneously.
"Rrrrrrrr!" Anna's teeth were clenched, and she jerked her head back.
She didn't know how many times he repeated this, but each strike seemed to be worse than the previous one. She could barely keep any kind of composure, and her strained, tightened muscles trembled. Finally, her legs fell in fatigue, dangling helplessly beneath her. She continued to gulp for air through her soft sobs.
She didn't think it was possible, but Incel had positioned himself so that he could strike under both of her shoulder blades at the same time. Moreover, a few of the other tails struck the center of her shoulder blades.
She screamed the most vicious scream yet, and thrashed and writhed against the cuffs
"Oh, God!" she screamed, throwing her head back. This was not in response to a current lash, but rather the pain continuing from the previous one. She screamed again, and again, until her body slumped in the cuffs from exhaustion. She sobbed piteously. Her body twitched and trembled. She panted and gulped for air again. Her shoulder blades felt like they had been sliced to ribbons with a fiery snake, but she never noticed any liquid bursting from her skin, so she knew she had not been cut by this whip at all...
She shuddered at this realization. Such a whip could torment her all night, and not cause any damage, especially in the hands of an expert like Incel.
She hadn't thought of it before, but she hadn't even had any water for some time before the goon picked her up. Further, she had been awake for seven and a half hours as it was,, five of which were spent doing some sort of physical activity. Now she was to suffer twelve hours of torture? She shuddered and gulped.
She hated to admit it, but she may have overestimated her confidence on this one...
The lashing hadn't stopped since she let her thoughts drift away, and while she felt the pain of each strike, she reacted with little more than a moan or a whimper.
A strike against the back of both knees simultaneously brought her back to the present. She shrieked and jerked, and brought both of her legs back behind her.
She quickly regretted this. Both of her feet received a lash simultaneously on both soles. She let her legs drop, and she screamed, thrashing her head back.
Twelve hours...
You know... he said there will be other things in store, but if he spends more time on this, he'll have less time for anything else... All I have to do is control myself so that I never start counting...
But how much can I take?
Her eyes bulged and she screamed and thrashed again, a scream even more visious than the when she screamed after the strikes to her shoulders. Her right hip now ignited in flame, so much so that she was sure she was bleeding... but she wasn't. She was somewhat relieved to realize that the tails were entirely focused on her hip, nowhere else.
But if this could be that painful when all the tails were focused on the same, singular area...
She gulped and thrashed again. The whip criss-crossed her right hip. Still, the tails never went further than that area.
More criss-cross strokes on her right hip, again and again, just as before. She screamed and thrashed more vigorously after each one.
She was wondering whether he would strike as he did with her left hip, but instead moved back to her shoulders, focusing first on the left shoulder blade. He avoided the edge this time. He struck more than once, and she never stopped thrashing or screaming. He didn't even give her any time to take a breath between each scream before he struck again.
Meanwhile, Anna was becoming painfully aware at the cost her thrashing was doing to her wrists. The cuffs were already biting into her, but this thrashing only caused more pressure on her wrists. At times, she was afraid she'd be at risk of breaking them, but she couldn't stop moving.
As long as she had the energy...
Her other shoulder was next to receive the lash.
How long had she been suffering? When would enough be enough?
He struck the back of her thighs now, moving up and down, straight, diagonal one way, diagonal the other way. She felt like these tails were ripping her to shreds, but still not a drop of blood escaped her skin. Unfortunately, the salt from her sweat served to cause more pain with the stinging lashes after they struck.
Slowly, Anna's strength subsided, and she merely swayed, letting her legs dangle beneath her. Her wrists received no real relief, but they seemed to be thanking her with their throbbing. In between gulping for air, she moaned in response to the lashes, and gradually moved on to sobs.
Then it happened... The right hip was struck again, and this time, the tails did indeed wrap around and strike her torso and pubic area. Anna found her voice and screamed, but could only respond physically by clenching her legs together. Of course, this didn't stop the tails from striking that area, but it did prevent Incel from striking directly underneath them. Anna supposed that would have to do.
Identical lashes followed, criss-crossing once again. She screamed after each one, and again, Incel did not give her the luxury of getting breath before the next lash. After who knew how many lashes, she managed to summon enough strength to sway slightly, knowing it would do her no good.
She didn't think it was possible, but it got worse. He struck her left hip again, and directed the tails to her pubic area once more. She pulled at the cuffs as she screamed, and felt another strike at her right hip. Back and forth, back and forth, right, left, right left, all directed so that the tails would strike her pubic area.
She didn't know how long she suffered this before desperation finally brought her legs open so they could freely kick in response to the pain.
Incel wasted no time, striking between her legs. But this time, Anna could not bring her legs together as she had before; she was in too much pain. He struck again, and again, and again.
"Ohhhhhh God!" Anna screamed again, throwing her head back once more. She stared at the ceiling, wondering if there was such a thing as an Angel who would come to take her away from all this.
She finally summoned enough strength to close her legs again. Her body was weak. As the blows rained upon her, she slowly resorted to her soft moans and sobs once again. She was spent.
How long had it been?