Dance, yama

This is pure fantasy. It never happened. I shared my fantasy with my English Teacher, who instructed me to compose it in writing and publish it. This is my homework. It isn't meant as reality and couldn't be transplanted into reality without damaging the tortured person seriously.

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“Come here, skunk.”

Jill has arrived. She has her familiar riding crop in her hand.

i hasten on all fours to her feet, kissing them. Then i heave on my knees, naked as i am, keeping my hands behind the back of my head.

She kicks me in the crotch. Then she gives me one stroke with the crop across my breasts. i writhe.

“Oh, thank You, Miss.”

“Well, skunk, did You behave today?”

i get two further strokes with the crop. My breasts are aflame with pain.

“Thank You, Miss. i tried it really, Miss.”

She knees hard in my face.

“You lie!”

i am not allowed to contradict.

“Yes, Miss. i lied.”

“Liar! Liar!”

She is thrashing my breasts hard with her crop. i am moaning and wriggling.

“Well, do you educate the girlie, Jill?”

The merry female voice belongs to Ashley, another of my roommates.

“She lied to me! Skunk, for this you will be squatting with uplifted arms for a full hour!”

“Thank You, Miss.”

i go squatting and lift my arms obediently, even if very doubtfully whether i will endure it for a full hour. If i fall, i will be punished properly, of course.

Ashley laughs. She pinches my breasts painfully, then shits down, pulling up her lovely legs and hugging her bare knees.

“It is a treat to see you suffering, girlie.”

This is my status in the Dormitory. When i came to the college, i was told that newbies must serve their rommates and are punished by them. Well, i am serving and being punished from the day of my arrival till today. It is a treat to see me suffering. And no chance that it will change. “Once a skunk, always a skunk”, i am told if i ask. Or i don't get answered at all, only whipped until i sob.

Lou arrives, the room deputy. A pretty brunette with a mobile face. Seeing me squat, she laughs, too.

“Are your thighs and arms in use, skunk? Well, i want to whip you today. I am in such a rotten mood. ”

“Thank You, Miss.”

If i don't speak humbly, they make me regret it. i am punished for the slightest offence. But not only punished. i am tortured without any reason. i spend the nights bound, and i get whip strokes in the morning instead of clock alarm. i am always naked at home. i am not allowed to use chairs or stand up, my normal place is on my knees, frequently on tacks or gravel. i am whipped and caned, my body is always full of welts. They use handcuffs on me, and i am often slapped in the face, kicked or kneed. i do all the chores, and i am chastised painfully for every fault.

Lou goes in the bathroom, then she returns with a glass in her hand. There is a golden fluid in it.

“Drink this, filthy.”

i am not allowed to eat or drink, only once a day, at night, at the “time of feeding”. This is a different thing. There is Lou's urine in the glass. Lou lifts it to my lips. i take great gulps. i know i will be punished if i show any reluctance.

“Oh, thank You, Miss.”

Ashley stands up.

“There is mine, too, girlie.”

She disappers in the bathroom and comes back with her own piss. i drink that, too.

“Thank You, Miss.”

“Was it delicious, girlie?”

“It was really, Miss. A great privilege for this filthy skunk.”

Ashley laughs, pinching my breasts painfully again.

“You get more privilege yet”. Jill goes in the bathroom and comes back in no time. What she helds in her hand is not a glass but a mug.

“Drink, filthy skunk.”

It is too much. i start feeling nausea. i swallow bravely, but i am compelled to take a pause.

“What is it, skunk? My piss isn't good enough for you?”

“Oh yes, Miss, it is savory.”

The girls are laughing. i gulp and gulp and gulp. But it is too much. i must keep a pause again.

“Well, i can see that you don't like my pee”, Jill says. “So I won't give it to you, you don't deserve it. You get 20 strokes with the thorny branch instead.”

She takes the thorny branch from the shelf. It is used on me often, tearing up my poor flesh.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

i am still squatting with uplifted arms. The strokes hit my bare back. i am writhing and moaning.

“So you don't like my piss, you princess of skunks?”

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“Oh, Miss, i love it. Only i needed a pause to breath.”

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“Is it so? Very well, you get the drink. But first i deal with your back, princess.”

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“How do you like it, filthy?“

”Oh, Miss, i enjoy it very much”, i groan.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“Enjoy more. And more.”

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“Oh, thank You, Miss.”

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“Perhaps enough”, Lou says. “I want to give the skunk 20 strokes, too.”

“Oh, a bit more won't harm.”

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“Have you learned your lesson, skunk?”

Blood is dropping to the floor.

“Yes, Miss, i have indeed.”

“Now, You drink what is left of my piss.”

i do. i have strong nausea this time, but i do.

Lou takes the thorny branch.

“I will beat your breasts, skunkie.”

And she does.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

When i fall on the floor, i am lifted up and beaten on. My breasts are bleeding, too.

“My turn”, Ashley says. “I will punish your ass. Stand up, bend over to the front, and touch your toes.”

Whack! Whack! Whack!

i am in great pain. i am mocked and laughed at.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

The door is opening. Some release for me?

A girl from the neighboring room, Gen is looking in.

“How chirpy you are”, she smiles. “Something good? May I be on in it, too?”

“Of course”, Lou replays. “It is something very good. We punish this little skunk.”

“Ah, her”, Gen laughs. “Was she naughty again?”

“Very naughty. We work on her in vain, it seems to me.”

“May I work on her, too?”

“Of course you may, Gen. We need your help. You can give her 20 strokes on her thighs, or more. Well, and you can make her drink some of your pee.”