Oracle's Ordeal [Chapter 4: Whip]

No more questions, only the cruel touch of the lash! Just as well because our heroine has to focus on escaping this nightmare instead of backtalk!

Sofia Gigante Falcone puts the beautiful Barbara Gordon to the whip in the 4th installment of "Oracle's Ordeal"!

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Still dazed despite the splash of cold water to her face, Barbara felt her bonds loosen. First the rope around her neck, then her wrists. She was too weak from the torture to put up any kind of resistance.

She then felt Sofia Gigante’s thick fingers going through her hair and immediately, instinctively, grabbed the mobster’s wrist. With unsettling ease, she pulled Barbara from the wheelchair and began dragging the redhead behind her across the floor while she desperately tried to support herself by holding on to Sofia’s wrist. Now a few meters from where they were, Sofia pulled Barbara up and slammed her against a tall wooden post, roughly 40 centimeters in diameter. With her left hand, she grabbed the struggling heroine’s neck and raised her naked body up against the smooth wood, so the two were eye to eye, and Barbara’s feet were almost half a meter off the ground.

With both hands still on her, one in her hair and one on her neck, Sofia pressed her body against Barbara’s and kissed her passionately, violently. She could feel the girl trying to resist, trying to pull her head away, but Sofia’s strength and the hardwood behind her made that almost impossible. Barbara’s lips were small and delicate and the sweet taste of her grape-flavored chapstick had all but faded. Sofia let out a deep moan as she exhaled; never once breaking the kiss, she slowly let go of her victim’s hair and placed it on her hips, then slowly started moving to Barbara’s nether regions as she slowly moved her half-naked body back, still holding the 26-year old by the neck.

“Get your hands off me you bitch” said Barbara through clenched teeth.

“You’re right,” returned Sofia; “There’s plenty of time for that later, I’m not finished hurting you yet.”

With that, the huge woman reeled back and punched Barbara square in the stomach.

“UGGHHHH…”

Sofia once again pressed her body against Barbara pinning her up with her chest grabbing her wrists in each hand. She then raised both of them above Barbara’s head, holding both in one hand and swiftly snapping them into metal shackles dangling from chains attached to the wooden post.

With her wrists now bound over her head, Barbara’s beautiful freckled face was now framed on either side by her arms, her big green eyes now looking defiantly into Sofia’s, still steady with fierce determination despite the pain and exhaustion.

WHAM!

Sofia slammed her fist into Barbara’s side.

WHAM!

Her left fist mirrored the action.

With her arms chained above her, Barbara could not defend herself and just tried to contract her abdomen to wether out the vicious blows.

WHAM. WHAM. WHAM.

Sofia picked up a rhythm as Barbara was grunting and trying to control her breathing. The beating stopped and Barbara’s head drooped down, the swaying from the blows gently coming to a halt as the chains creaked.

“Shackles…” she thought to herself. “Shackles have locks or locking mechanisms. I’m good at those. C’mon you bitch, look away so I can see what I’m dealing with…”

Almost as if responding to Barbara’s thoughts Sofia turned and started walking to a table on the left side of the room.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed I like to mix business and pleasure,” Sofia said, matter of factly.

As she made her way to a table set up against the wall, Barbara shot her head up as quickly and as quietly as possible to get a look at her bindings.

“Stainless steel, nonadjustable, tiny keyholes on each one. If I can’t pick the locks, the cuffs might just be big enough for me to be able to squeeze my hand out of them, if I dislocate my thumb…” the heroine reasoned, “not yet. Patience. Wait for your window.”

“…but what’s going to happen next,” continued Sofia, “is solely for my pleasure, I assure you”.

As she turned, Barbara saw what Sofia was holding and her heart sank. A long leather bullwhip was coiled in her hand, as she approached Barbara once more, she hung it around her own neck so that her hands were now free to grab her bound prisoner by the hips.

“I cannot tell you how much I appreciate this little display of resistance you are putting up Miss Gordon.” She said as she looked into Oracle’s unflinching eyes, “Most of my little toys don’t last this long. I’m hardly Catwoman but I think you’ll find I more than know how to handle a whip.”.

She turned Barbara around so that her front was now against the wooden post. With her hands still on her hips, she gently kissed Barbara’s outstretched arms, slowly moving down to her shoulders where she started biting playfully, before working her way back up the redhead’s neck, and to her left ear, as she moved her hair out of the way with one hand, all the while groping Barbara’s ass firmly.

Once she was satisfied, she stepped back, never once taking her eyes off her captive. She took the whip in hand and let it unfurl. Barbara heard the sound of heavy leather hit the floor and she took a deep breath and grabbed the chains attached to her cuffs and squeezed them. The whip whistled as it cut through the air.

CRACK

Pain splashed across Barbara’s back. She exhaled and bared her teeth but just looked straight at a fixed spot on the wooden post in front of her. The pain was searing. A second lash came down just as hard, between her shoulders, down her back, crossing the first and Barbara began to sweat. Then a third. Then a fourth. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Barbara’s back was now crisscrossed with red welts and a thin layer of perspiration covered her naked body. The ninth strike drew blood. Ten. Barbara was now hissing with every stroke, trying to let air out at a rhythm so as to focus, and put the pain in its place. On the twenty-second strike, Barbara gasped and let go of the chains, falling and letting the weight of her body rest on the edges of the metal cuffs now biting into her wrists. 30 lashes. Her gasps were now grunts, her back was bloody and she was drenched in sweat. 40. Tears were running down her face and she was thankful her torturer could not see them. On the 49th lash, Barbara let out a scream. It was more from rage and desperation than anything else, she was beyond pain now, her mind set adrift in an ocean of agony. She screamed again on the 50th, then the whip fell silent.

Barbara barely registered Sofia’s footsteps approaching behind her. She felt Sofia’s hands grab her arm and she was violently turned over, her bloody back now up against the post. When Barbara opened her eyes to find Sofia’s face mere inches away from her’s. The giant mobster was herself glistening with sweat as she grabbed her captive’s face and licked it, from her chin up to her forehead, tasting the mix of sweat and tears and moaning while she did it. Barbara tried to turn away in disgust but her aggressor held her in place, savoring every moment of her humiliation.

“Have you had enough?” Sofia asked.

Barbara said nothing, looking straight past her captor.

Sofia stepped back once again, eyeing barbaras beautiful heaving body up and down, glistening under the room’s harsh light.

“Good,” she said, smiling cruelly “me neither”.

CRACK

The whip landed across the heroine’s stomach.

“AAAHHHH” cried Barbara, her scream echoing around the room. The pain was even worse than before.

The next blow landed across her ribs and again Barbara screamed. Ten lashes. There was a pause before the eleventh. Sofia took aim. The lash landed straight across Barbara’s nipple. She let out a long, tortured scream. Her breasts were still sore from the shocks and the pain was unbelievable. Another blow landed on her right breast and again she screamed. Sofia slowed down, letting Barbara feel every fiery sting before landing the next one, her victim’s screams were music to her ears. Twenty lashes. Barbara’s torso was marked with red stripes, her skin already beginning to break and the sweat now running down her breasts and ribcage in rivulets made her even more enticing to Sofia. Forty. No part of Barbara’s torso was spared, tears were streaming down her face as she tried to contain her sobs, her body was on fire. Fifty.

The whip fell silent again. Barbara’s head drooped forward, she was now barely conscious. Sofia brought the hilt of the lash up to Barbara’s chin and raised her face to meet her own.

“Do you think this is suffering?” She asked, panting, visibly exerted from administering 100 lashes to the poor girl. “Do you think you are in pain now? You stupid little bitch, you don’t know pain yet. You took away people I love. That is pain. That’s pain I’m going to put you through.”

The words cut through the haze of pain.

“Nnnn- Whhh…” Barbara could barely speak. For the first time that night, she was truly afraid.

To be continued…

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Well, that took forever, didn't it? Been doing real-life stuff all month but that's it, chapter 4 is finally in the bag. I know whipping doesn't really sound like something mafia types would do but I'm a sucker for old movies where the heroine is tied and lashed.

I bet Sofia Falcone is really into the "Barbarian Queen" too.