How long have you been there? You have no idea anymore. The combination of the hood and the enveloping silence have deprived your brain of the information it needs to track time. All you know is that your arms hurt. More specifically your shoulders. Your arms tied up above you at the wrists mean you've been slung here on your knees with your full weight going through your slender shoulders all this time. It wasn't too difficult to begin with but as the time has dragged and you have tired the weight of your body has been hanging from them more and more. Now, the ropes above you are all that holds you in this kneeling position.
You've heard the odd knock and bump punctuating the silence during your stay but it's still a shock when you hear the door slam open, 'Hello Slut, enjoying your stay? You look warm. Let me help you with that.'
Instantly the dull burning in your shoulders explodes into full on pain as the voice drags you around roughly whilst ripping your blouse to shreds. You feel the cold metal on your skin as the knife slices through your bra straps leaving you vulnerable to his touch. You can feel the cold air across your exposed skin.
All is still for a second and then you feel the faintest trace of his fingers under the curve of your breasts. You feel him lean in to you, 'Whore,' he rasps in your ear as he grasps your nipples tightly and twists and pinches them. The pain rockets through your brain forcing you back which adds to the agony in your shoulders.
Your screams fill your ears and you hear him screaming abuse at you as the pain wracks your body, 'You fucking slut! Don't pretend you don't love the attention. I know you want this, bitch.'
When he releases your nipples the pain in them, perversely, seems to intensify for a second and you gasp your breathe as your body subsides. The agony and struggling against the ropes has drained the last vestiges of strength from you and you are now limp, hanging from your wrists. The dull ache running through your shoulders is spreading across your bare back and down your sides.
He reaches under your armpit and hauls you to your feet. You take the opportunity to lean against him as you feel his hands rip your skirt and tights down your legs. You feel him kick them away from your feet so that you are standing there in only your knickers. Then in one movement he steps away and pushes you back to the floor. You feel the loss of fleeting human contact as your knees crash to the floor but that is nothing compared to the supernova that vaporises all thoughts in your head as the ropes catch your weight!
After a few seconds his growl returns 'I know what you need slut. I know what someone as depraved as you requires to keep you alive.' As he says this you feel something soft running across your shoulders. Over your shoulders, down around your sides and across your breasts. You are acutely aware of the fact that just about every piece of skin on your body is exposed to your tormentor and whatever he holds. He runs the item up between your breasts and under your hooded chin. It is firm enough to lift your head upwards with it as it rises. Then it is withdrawn...
The movement of the air is enough time to allow you to gasp before the crop strikes you squarely across your upper back. The blow isn't hard but the shock and pain as your skin instantly weals throws you forward jerking your shoulders roughly. The crop is moved round against your skin softly again until it rests across your nipples. You can hear yourself whimpering softly as you wait for the next blow, knowing that the second the leather leaves your skin is when the blow will fall.
The time comes...but it's softer this time. Just a tap. Your nipples jump to attention. You know the power that he can wield but for some reason he isn't this time. Then again. And again. Getting harder now. Hurting your breasts. Bruises forming and being struck again on the same spot. He's getting faster and faster and harder and harder. Raining blow upon blow down upon your increasingly tender breasts.
