Bad Little Slave

It was an accident, really; she had never dared to even consider hurting one of the guards, let alone dropping a rock on his foot. But, alas, the stone was far too heavy and her small frame too weak from the lack of food and rest; she tried with all her might to hold the rock aloft but it slipped from her grasp, finding its way squarely on the foot of a man whom controlled her very fate to a certain degree.

"You stupid little bitch! How dare you do that!"

He bellowed after hollowing in pain, his whip held tightly. She whimpered softly and tried to beg, but she couldn't get a word out; too terrified she was. The sharp sting of the whip came as she stood there, mouth trying so hard to speak a word of apology, of a beg to be merciful; in its place a scream of pain erupted from her throat. She tried in vain to guard the tender spot on her chest where the whip had fallen, by the time she got a hand there another blow came, tearing at her pale, tender flesh. And then another, another... he whipped her small frame without any compassion, without giving her a chance to explain.

She fell to her knees, tears falling from her eyes and staining her cheeks, not to the mention the dirt below; even still the man whipped her without a second thought. It tore away at the rags she was forced to wear, the only clothing a slave like her was given. The screams of pain were gone as he continued, the sounds of sobbing replacing them. The dull gray of the fabric was being stained red...

Her skin was torn open in numerous places, her body trembled in horror at the wounds it was taking, and yet she couldn't scream; the was so intense that she couldn't even react.

The other slaves watched, too scared to do anything; they had all felt the same sting, the same pain many times over; they knew that if they were to even try and help they would get the same, or more. They were horrified as another man came over, another man with a whip; was he going to join in?

The ones who were whipped by two guards never made it out alive...

"Now, now, there's no need to whip the girl any longer, friend."

The second spoke as he grabbed the arm of the still angry man, stopping him in mid swing. He looked to the one who would dare stop him, eyes full of rage and a bit of insane glee at the pain he was inflicting. He almost almost spat out a curse, but was stopped by the second guard;

"There are other ways of punishing women, you know."

The fire in the first mans eyes died then, a smirk coming to his lips; he understood perfectly. As if acting with one mind the two men grabbed the fallen slave girl by both the hair and her tatter clothing, the tears still flowing from her eyes as the pain slowly became dull. She had no idea of their plan, she had no idea of their placing her into a position that left her open... she had no sense of the world around her beyond the fact that she wasn't being whipped any longer.

With a sudden and all too horrible sound the rags that clad her body were torn away, her body now bare for the world to see. The long, terrible whip wounds were still bleeding, her back and sides were torn up worse than any had seen before. She was still so out of it that she didn't realize the pain that was to come, but everybody else did. To the horrified group of slaves it was the worst thing they had ever seen, a punishment beyond what they had experienced before; being whipped was one thing but this kind of assault... it was something else all together.

They wanted to stop the men, they wanted to save the young woman with pale skin which was nearly flawless before the whipping but they didn't dare; even if those two weren't focused on their whips there were others about who were, not to mention soldiers who were willing to kill them all if given the chance. They had no choice but to watch...

To watch as the young girl, forced onto her knees and forearms was suddenly and violently impaled. She tried to scream as she felt her purity being torn apart, as the blood began to flow from the torn muscle tissue inside of her sexual orifice but they ever escaped her throat; the shaft forcing its way into her wet and warm little mouth formed too tight a seal for even sound to get by.