Charisma & Tiffany Part 5

The sorceress set aside the bamboo cane. She released her captive from her chains, and Tiffany fell to her knees, a dead weight, before sprawling upon the cold, stone floor. The shemale sobbed repeatedly, her face as awash in sweat and tears as her buttocks were awash in blood. Her breath came and went in tremendous heaves, and her heart hammered inside her chest. Her balled fists rubbed hard against the stone floor, as if she were trying to get a hold on something, but, of course, there was nothing of which to get a hold--not even herself. Tiffany rolled--or flopped--onto her side, assuming the fetal position, and her legs pumped, as if she were pedaling a bicycle. Her face was a mask of pure anguish.

The pain that burned within her buttocks must be a raging fire, Charisma thought, smiling. “I am finished with you,” Charisma announced. “I leave you with two things: a last present and a final thought.”

Even through the pain that flooded her mind and body, Tiffany knew that she wanted no more presents from the bitch who had just caned her to within an inch of her life, but she said nothing, waiting to hear, as she must, whatever new torture the cruel bitch had devised for her.

She felt Charisma slip a ring onto one of her fingers. She wanted to resist, to pull her hand away, to make a fist, but she was too wrung out by the agony that continued, even now, to explode, deeper and deeper, inside her, and from the exhaustion that had ensued the flogging she’d endured. She couldn’t resist. She couldn’t fight. She couldn’t do anything but lie here, naked, on this hard, cold stone floor, struggling to breath and to think.

“The ring will make you forget me and all that has happened between us,” Charisma said.

“Thank you,” the shemale managed to whisper between moans as she writhed upon the floor.

“Don’t bother to think me,” Charisma told her. “I am doing this for me, not you. As I said, I am finished with you. I don’t want you to remember me or anything about us. I don’t want you to call me, ever again, or show up at my door. When you are able, leave here, and never come back.”