Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

[Inwiththebooks]

Ika grunted as Lerisa’s flails pounded her, relatively weak certainly but they made dragging her to the post extremely difficult. Finally Ika simply jerked her knee hard upwards into the human’s stomach, certainly not afraid to abuse Lerisa into obedience and submission. As she attempted it however the priestess’ flailing caught her in the side earning a flinch from the orc. Ika had never had this much trouble with a slave before, breaking Lerisa was going to take a lot of work that much was certain. Still, the more work the better the payoff in her mind. Something told her she’d need to be heavy on the discipline with this one.

She continued to try and yank Lerisa by her hair, jerking her towards the post with a vicious growl. After taking so much grief from her the orc was going to enjoy punishing her for the first time, the violating was good but physical violence was often much more suited for punishment. Given the softness of the human’s form she could bet that the priestess might be unused to such hardship. Hopefully twenty lashes would discourage her from thinking about disobeying her in the future, if not Ika was more than happy to keep bringing the punishment.

If she managed to work her slave to the post the Talon would waste no time tying her wrists to it and wrapping a rope around her waist to further bind the priestess to the post. The sun was high in the sky and blisteringly hot, so it was a lovely time to deliver to punishment to the disobedient creature. If she managed to bind her Ika would move to the side and collect her whip, grumbling in orcish about disobedience. She would then take her place well behind Lerisa, whip uncoiling at her side as she glared daggers into the priestess’ back.

“I was nice before, now I’m going to show you what happens to defective slaves.” Ika growled, moving her arm back and lashing out hard without further warning.

 

[DreamsofFae]

Lerisa fought, and though she felt an odd satisfaction at having made it more difficult to Ika, she was not immune to her own pain or able to, even when fully healthy and not exhausted, out fight an Ork. Eventually, she was tied to the post, and the blow to her stomach made it harder for her to breathe for a moment, much less fight.

She closed her eyes, trying hard to meditate, to get herself away from the pain, and yet she was unsuccessful, crying out as the whip landed, tears running down her face.

While she did not agree that Ika had ever been "nice" in her treatment, this was a new agony, and if Lerisa were honest with herself, she was not sure how much more she could take. Today alone, she had been branded, raped, punched, and now whipped. She knew she would break; she believed in honest self-reflection. She just didn't know how much longer she could last before she did.