Another erotic story from the FLOGMASTER!
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(****, ?/?, Edgy, Could contain anything.)
This is an interactive story where you get to choose how the story progresses. (Approximately 337 words. Originally published 1998-02.)
The door opens to reveal a large dungeon. There are dozens of prisoners inside, naked men and women bound in various uncomfortable positions. Guards dressed in skin-tight white uniforms, two men and one woman, patrol the place, black thong whips in their hands. The woman guard approaches a man strapped to a giant wooden X in the middle of the room and caresses his bare ass with a gloved hand. Then she begins to scold and lash him lightly with the multi-tailed whip.
"Uh, I think we've made a mistake," you whisper to Erica, but when you turn, she is gone. Frantically you search for her, but the room is badly lit. You hear a cry you cognize. It is Erica. Nervously, you follow her voice.
She is naked and being fastened into a wooden stock, hands and head immobile. The male guard assisting her carefully pulls her feet wide so they are on each side of the stock, and he straps them in place with cloth strips. Erica is bent over, helpless, and the her face shows excitement and terror.
"What are you doing!" you ask.
She shakes her head. "I have no idea, but I think I'm about to get my ass whipped," she giggles.
A surge passes through you. Obviously she is delighted by her predicament. If only you had told her your secret! Now, instead of having her wonderful round bottom under your palm, the female guard is leading you to some manacles hanging from the ceiling.
"No, please," you try to protest, but soon you are dangling from the ceiling, naked as a baby, and the woman's whip is thrashing your buttocks. The pain is sharp and vivid, and you moan and yelp in protest. Across the way you can dimly see Erica, quivering under her own punishment. She could have been your's to beat. If only you'd been honest. Instead you distorted the truth, and all you get is a miserable beating.