mark sessnatz
Tribune
There are so so many (including a few that can be read in the resource archive). One that first took shape in my early teens and has been updated periodically over the years to reflect different people who've come in and out of my life, goes like this.
I'm with one or a couple of my close female friends (or coworker, or crush, etc etc). The world is a bit crueler even than it already is. The laws harsher, the enforcers more barbaric.
We're brutally arrested, put in shackles. Black burlap tugged over our faces. The next time our eyes are open we're in a dark drafty garage or warehouse, somewhere in some cursed black site. We're stripped to our underwear.
Then (of course. Because it's me) the whipping starts. They cuff me to a pole and force me to watch, helplessly, as the girl I'm with is chained to a post (or to a pipe overhead, or spread between two beams, or facedown on a bench) and whipped. Stroke after thunderous stroke carving stripe after bloody stripe into her naked back, ass, and/or thighs. Her tears stain the cold dirty floor and her screams fill the room.
(Sometimes there may be other tortures. Depending on the mood I'm in. Strappado sometimes, or water torture. Perhaps they taser her stomach or burn her breasts or shoulders with hot needles. But the flogging is always the feature presentation.)
Eventually I beg them to stop, plead with them to stop flogging her while she's still alive. I offer myself to take the remainder of her punishment. They laugh and mock me for it, but they acquiesce. I'm chained beside her and take a whipping for her, a couple dozen lashes or so across my own back as she watches in terror.
When it's finished, they throw us, still without our clothes into a miserable damp and dirty cell with some meager food and water. I lay her down and, as carefully and gently as I'm able, wash the welts on her back, holding her hand and whispering encouragement as she whimpers and flinches from the pain of my touch. We don't know if tomorrow will bring more torture, a sentence of hard labor, or even death. But we're together and alive for now...
As I said, numerous variations to the details over the years but thats the basic outline I keep coming back to
I'm with one or a couple of my close female friends (or coworker, or crush, etc etc). The world is a bit crueler even than it already is. The laws harsher, the enforcers more barbaric.
We're brutally arrested, put in shackles. Black burlap tugged over our faces. The next time our eyes are open we're in a dark drafty garage or warehouse, somewhere in some cursed black site. We're stripped to our underwear.
Then (of course. Because it's me) the whipping starts. They cuff me to a pole and force me to watch, helplessly, as the girl I'm with is chained to a post (or to a pipe overhead, or spread between two beams, or facedown on a bench) and whipped. Stroke after thunderous stroke carving stripe after bloody stripe into her naked back, ass, and/or thighs. Her tears stain the cold dirty floor and her screams fill the room.
(Sometimes there may be other tortures. Depending on the mood I'm in. Strappado sometimes, or water torture. Perhaps they taser her stomach or burn her breasts or shoulders with hot needles. But the flogging is always the feature presentation.)
Eventually I beg them to stop, plead with them to stop flogging her while she's still alive. I offer myself to take the remainder of her punishment. They laugh and mock me for it, but they acquiesce. I'm chained beside her and take a whipping for her, a couple dozen lashes or so across my own back as she watches in terror.
When it's finished, they throw us, still without our clothes into a miserable damp and dirty cell with some meager food and water. I lay her down and, as carefully and gently as I'm able, wash the welts on her back, holding her hand and whispering encouragement as she whimpers and flinches from the pain of my touch. We don't know if tomorrow will bring more torture, a sentence of hard labor, or even death. But we're together and alive for now...
As I said, numerous variations to the details over the years but thats the basic outline I keep coming back to
