The soldiers detach the ropes that bound our bellies and legs together. We can deviate a little from each other and our tails covered with semen and still erect rub against each other.
I am devastated. I expected to be stripped naked and beaten but not to be raped and even less, despite the pain, to be sexually aroused to the point of ejaculating against Benjamin's body under the eyes of the soldiers.
Two soldiers each take a whip and have fun making us jump by slamming the whip on the ground or in the air right next to us.
Then, alternatively, they start hitting us for good on the upper legs, buttocks and back.
We start screaming together as our skin is torn apart by the lashes.
Our bodies collide violently: it is our breasts when the whip hits the back or our hips when it is our buttocks that receive the blow. Our sexes then clash but our limbs have become flaccid again because of the pain and we no longer pay attention to it.
By squirming to escape the blows we expose ourselves to the blows of the other whip.
We are whipped for long minutes that seem endless to us.
When the blows stop, exhausted and with our backs on fire, we both hang by the arms our heads resting on each other's shoulder.