Carnal Series 1 - Carnal lesson by Harper Vonna Read Free Book Online

arrogance.
    Damn it! No man had ever treated her like this!
    The first blow landed on her right breast, and with it the concept of right or wrong no longer mattered. Pain bloomed. When he struck her breast again, her nerves short circuited. He’d abandoned his earlier rhythm and now attacked in a terrifying frenzy. From what she could tell—not that she could put her mind to it—he hadn’t drawn blood. Instead, he was pain-painting her helpless body.
    Because of the pillar behind her, her back was spared the worst of the assault. If she could hold still the fire wouldn’t reach her buttocks or backs of her thighs, but he knew how to keep her turning. Besides, moving helped somehow, gave her something to do, deluded her into thinking she still had some control.
    “ Pain’s a beautiful thing.” He abraded her uplifted arms from elbows to armpit. “Certainly not to whoever’s on the receiving side, but it’s the most effective lesson for compliance man has designed.”
    He stopped just long enough for her vision to clear, then started in on her breasts again. He made them lurch and shudder and pushed endless gasps from her throat.
    “ Look at it this way. Instead of going to school for years—“ He struck her right side. “you’re getting the short course. You might graduate sooner than you think you can.”
    After pushing the crop end under her jaw to insure she was looking at him, he went back to workingon her ribs. Killing her a little with each blow.
    “ You aren’t going to like what happens once you receive your diploma, but that’s immaterial. Carnal prides itself on putting out a quality product.” He lashed her belly until she couldn’t breathe. “That’s what you are, slut. A product-in-training.”
    He said other things, words that jammed against her ears but made no sense. His horrible weapon seemed to be everywhere at once, abusing her hips, stomach, and legs. Loathing herself, she nevertheless danced for him. Cried and sobbed. Begged and pleaded.
    “ Can’t hear you bitch. Might as well save yourself the trouble of trying to make me give a damn.”
    After that he fell silent. The only sounds came from leather striking flesh and her frenzied, helpless breathing. He was killing her. Soon she’d be dead. If only he’d get it over with, free her from this agonized existence.
    “ Shit,” he said. She wouldn’t have heard him except he’d suddenly stopped attacking. “I’ve worn myself out.”
    Her head was so heavy. Flames consumed her. Still she made herself look at him. He was grimacing and rubbing his crop-wielding shoulder.
    Please don’t start again. I won’t survive if—“
    “ Getting to be an old man.” It sounded as if he was talking to himself. “Used to be I could go twice this long. Too bad I can’t give you a demonstration.”
    Oh God no. Please no.
    After dropping the crop, he released her wrists from overhead but kept them bound together. Her unbelievably heavy arms dropped in front of her. She tried to widen her stance, but the hobble made that impossible. Spent, she slumped to the ground. Despite her screaming flesh, she couldn’t move.
    “ One lesson down.” He jabbed her in the side with his boot. “An untold number to come.”
    The weeds under her were cool and sharp. She smelled her urine but couldn’t summon the strength to move. He was doing something to her collar but that too was unimportant. He was no longer beating her and she didn’t have to stand any more. Other than moaning, she didn’t react when he rolled her from her side onto her back. After loosening the crotch rope a little and pushing it to the side, he reached between her legs and roughly separated her labia. Her mind told her to resist, but he’d stolen her strength. She didn’t try to lift her head as he forced the base of the crop into her vagina.
    “ That’s staying there while you ponder your transgressions—and what’s going to happen next.”
    He’d won this round. Helpless