There was really no point in resisting, I was smart enough to know that. "I'll give you my wrists, but get these spiders off me..." I said, making a deal out of what I had no choice but to do. Without much more than that, I offered her my wrists.

The metal clasped down on her wrists and snapped shut with a click. The gray woman hauled her captive forward harshly and snarled into her face. "Such a rude whelp. When you want something, you say 'please, ma'am'." Yellow eyes burned in the flickering light as the tight cuffs pulled sideways onto a flat tendril, up against the wall, and were driven through with a crude spike above Linnis's head. The spiders began moving again to slowly climb.

"Oh, please, mistress...." I said in a slightly defiant tone, "Please get rid of my spiders."

She snapped her fingers and the small creatures fell to the floor, immobile. "Better, but I don't like your tone at all. You've earned that lash back." The tendrils dropped Steel onto the floor as she padded quickly to a far section of the wall and snatched a long leather bull whip from a hook. She shook the thing loose and gave it a hard crack, then strode back towards Linnis. "I recommend you turn your back to me."

I almost laughed, "Or what, you'll whip my pussy?" I tossed myself, turning aroundas best I could without control of my arms and barely able to touch the ground. I laughed too, just to show her my will was far from broken. Though, the beasties here were getting smarter. I wouldn't be able to last as long against a female creature given my strong attraction to women.

An animal snarl fled Steel's lips as she strode back to her captive. Advantage or no, she did intend to break this girl's will. Rebellion was bad for business, and it would help Linnis none if she didn't get past her nature before graduation. The joke settled further into the gray woman's mind and drove the sneer from her lips with a cruel grin.
"If you don't watch that mouth of yours, I might just have to, bitch. Now count the blows." The whip arced lazily through the air and hissed sharply across the woman's back to draw a sharp line in her skin.

It was strange, as though the blow hit in slow-motion. I could feel the pain ripple across my skin as I screamed out "One" despite my urge to defy her. It was almost a reflex, to be honest. Something surreal, maybe induced by the heat, was around me. Well, more surreal than normal. I couldn't quite place it, though.

Without pausing, the whip arced back the other direction to draw another sharp line in the student's skin. It was good that she remembered to count, even if she didn't know her goal. Steel had found it difficult to get them to focus properly when the girls under her care new when the end would be. Still without pause, the end of the whip snapped faster around to strike Linnis. The sting of it turned slightly cool, as if blood were welling from a wound that wasn't there.

I continued to count. Two, three, four, five. It went on and on, and I felt the surreality gripping me. This wasn't new. It wasn't something I had been totally unexposed to. I'd actually seen worse. Felt worse. Even done worse.

At ten hard strokes, the whip stopped and fell limp to the floor. The gray woman strode towards the girl and wrapped a cool hand into her hair. She tugged sharply on the teal mane sharply and let her eyes run down Linnis's back. The hand released the hair after a moment with a bored sort of toss.
"Good. You're warming up well, whore. Keep counting." Steel strode back and shook the whip out quickly, then drew the tip back and cracked it hard forward against her captive's back. The thin piece of fabric at the end dug at pale skin, careful not to draw blood.

Ten became fifteen, which in turn became twenty. Yelps of numbers came from me with each lash, and my head felt chaotic. The heat, the stinging pain on my back, the circumstances would make my world spin if there were more to it than the wall in front of me. It was a maddening scenario, one meant to break my spirit, I knew.

Steel knew that merely pain would be far too little to break this girl. The twenty-first lash landed square between Linnis's shoulder blades and left a sharp, red welt in her flesh. Before the sting dulled to ache, the whip was cast aside and an implement of a different sort was pressed over the red marks. Softest fur rubbed over the shallow, stinging lines to stimulate the raw skin.
"There, girl, you've taken the first part of your punishment. Now, just admit that you're a whore and we can move on." Her voice carried the barest hint of compassion.

My eyes went wide at the sudden change in stimuli and I felt a haze over my mind. It was strange, but I managed to still keep my attitude. "Hon, I don't think you could find a being here to argue the opposite. I'm a stellar whore. I'm the cream of the fucking crop when it comes to whoredom." I gave a defiant laugh and stretched out my finger that bore my wedding ring, "So's my wife."

"Good! A perfect match, then. Though, I find myself confused. How is it that such a whore still hasn't learned the inevitability of her place in this world? You speak so crass and attempted to escape. How strange." The fur still slid over the restrained woman's back, smoothing over her fresh wounds. "Now then, the source of your troubles seems to be that tongue of yours, so let's see what we can do to silence it." A ring gag appeared beside Linnis's head and was forced towards her lips to try and force her mouth open and her tongue mute.

Of all the witty retorts I wanted to be my final words to this demoness, I found myself only able to mutter "Aw, fuck" before the gag was in pace and I found myself unable to speak. Though, a series of defiant grunts conveyed my displeasure. So far, I hadn't exactly been memorable or stellar. I was off my game.