UPDATE 20/10/21

The whip connected with a very satisfying crack and Dinah let out a sweet little yelp that sounded as much like an exclamation of sexual pleasure as an exclamation of pain. Emboldened by the success of her first attempt, Skye pulled the whip back once more and flicked it outwards, leaving a second deep pink line across the otherwise perfect olive skin of her friend’s back. The third strike stung the buttocks and the fourth the back of the legs then the buttocks once more before returning to the shoulders and back. With each strike, Skye’s confidence grew. It was really not so different from whipping the mannequin but ever so much more satisfying! The odd paint-chip and black mark left on the mannequin was nothing compared to the beautiful cross-cross of red welts on Dinah’s back and, of course, the mannequin did not make the deliciously orgasmic whines, moans and yelps that her flagellated friend did!

Soon, the repeated strikes began to draw blood and the crack of the whip was deadened by the oozing wetness as it struck the mangled meat that had been Dinah’s back, buttocks and thighs. Tears of pain were streaming down the brunette beauty’s face but the only expression across it was one of complete and utter bliss. Skye had intended to keep track of her strikes but found she had lost count. It had been more than twenty lashes, she knew that, but probably less than thirty. Still, protesting as her the muscles in her arm now were, all the practice seemed to have paid off and the whip had done its work. Seeing that she had stopped, one of the guards brought over a packet of lemon-scented wipes and Skye cleaned the gore from her whip while she spoke, not wanting it to ruin the leather.

“The first punishment is completed!” she declared, gesturing to her weak-kneed and bloodied friend. “And now we proceed to her execution!”

One of the guards supported Dinah under her arms since she could no longer be relied upon to stand as the other guard released her from the restraints, ankles first and then her wrists. Although still floating of on a wave of ecstasy from the delicious pain, she slumped backwards into the arms of the guard who too a few steps backwards, giving his companion space to work.

As she watched the guard press the buttons to move the gurney into a flat position, Skye was struck by how perfect the front of Dinah’s body still looked, despite the carnage that had been inflicted upon her back. Her toned belly, perky nipples and, of course, her plump pussy were all as stunning and enviable as ever. It seemed a pity that the chemicals about to be pumped into her body would render Dinah’s meat inedible but her corpse was sure to make a damn pretty decoration!

“Prepare the prisoner for execution!” ordered Skye as the audience watched in fascinated silence. With the gurney now laying flat, like a bed, Dinah was guided to it and helped roughly up onto it. Swinging her legs around, the condemned girl laid down, her scourged back against the faux leather made warm by her body pressed against it. The female guard roughly yanked the prisoner’s left arm out to lay flat on the cross-beam of the cruciform bed while the male guard pulled the thick leather belt across her belly, holding her tightly in place. Soon, all five straps were buckled and the bed was raised once more – not quite as upright as it have been for the flagellation but so Dinah’s whole body was visible to the audience.

To be continued...