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Aboard the Allora: Part Twenty One
Ito Ishi left O bound there on the bed with his belt curled in front of her face. A moment later he said, “I will change clothing now before I whip you.” Then O heard him open one of the closets. She tilted her head so that she could see Ishi’s reflection in a mirror. O watched as he took off his suit, shirt, and under wear, before taking a traditional Japanese robe from the closet and putting it on. Then he stood over O for a moment before saying, “I think I will move your position to get a better view.”
Ishi moved O onto the bed and retied her so that her ankles were tied to each side of the posts of the foot board while her hands were pulled between her open legs and bound to the center of the foot board. Thus, O was on her knees with her hips were raised and her legs pulled apart. Ishi again thrust two fingers into O’s sex and said, “I will film you being whipped.”
He then went to the closet again and opened the door. Rom the corner of her eye, O could see the small safe, identical to the one in the suite she was sharing with Sir Stephen. She saw Ishi punch the buttons on the safe saying what sounded like “Roko Mitso, Roko Mitso.” Then Ishi withdrew not a camera, but a phone. He showed this phone to O and said, “I have two phones – one for communication, but this one I use to take photos and film things that are interesting to me. Later I will amuse myself by watching me beat and take you before I dispose of you.”
Hearing these lest words, O felt a chill go through her body. She bent her head so that she could look at Ishi’s face and said, “What do you mean ‘dispose’?”
Ishi only laughed and said, “Don’t worry. After I am through with you, death will be a release for you.” Then he picked up the coiled belt, and held a lit cigarette lighter under the metal tip until it glowed hot.
O heard a swishing sound, then felt a terrible burning pain on her rear.
Aboard the Allora: Part Twenty Two
As the blows landed on her buttocks and thighs, O was unable to cry out due to the wadded up cloth that Ishi had stuffed into her mouth. All she was able to do was issue muffled moans.
Finally Ishi stopped beating her – fatigued from the effort. With sweat pouring down his face, he leaned close to O’s tear stained face and said, “ I have left lovely marks on you. Now I’ll use my camera phone to record them so I can watch later after you are gone.” O was unable to see how he held the camera as he panned it over her bruised and battered body.
“Now, I’ll set it up to record while I take you.” He paused, then, “And finish you.” Ishi set the phone camera on a desk and removed the sash on his robe. He looped the sash around O’s neck. Then O felt him roughly enter her.
As Ishi drove in and out of her, he tightened the sash. O had trouble breathing and tried to gasp for air but was unable to do so. She heard Ishi say, “There’s nothing like the feeling of a whore’s sex spasm as she dies.” Hearing this, O thought, “My God! He means to choke me to death!”
Ishi continued to pound into O, all the while tightening the sash. O felt her vision blur. She was able to turn her head enough to see the mirror and the reflection in it- a man strangling a woman while he was raping her. O remembered hearing from someone – she couldn’t remember who – that when you are close to death, your life passes before your eyes. Various images came to O: a young girl lying in bed listening to the sounds emanating from her mother’s bedroom – grunts and moans of passion; getting on a plane to Brazil with Robert and Yasmin; her maid finding her bound in her own bedroom after Ted left her there; the night she met Rene; being taken and whipped by strange men at Roissy; the first night at Sir Stephen’s; being flogged at Anne Marie’s homme at Samois; being pierced and branded like a cow; being led on a leash attached to the heavy ring that pierced her labia…” Her mind began to lose focus.
O heard the grunting of Ishi as she began to lose consciousness but was also nearing orgasm. One of her last thoughts was, “How appropriate for me. Coming as I am being fucked to death. A slave and whore until the end.”
Then everything went black.