Chapter Fifteen
Mistress Reyna was as good as her word. Though the desert is notoriously cold at night I never suffered from this, even when I awoke shortly after sunrise to find myself alone. Of course, I had plenty of other sources of suffering to deal with as it was.
The ground was as hard as baked steel under me. Each little pebble and rock chip felt like a boulder or jagged knife digging remorselessly into my backside. From an exhilarating thrill my bondage had gone to an acutely stressful stretching like that of the medieval rack, straining every joint, tendon and muscle intolerably and making breathing increasingly difficult. Every bit of exposed skin was still puffy and peppered with bites and stings that itched ceaselessly in a way that was far worse than the agony of their infl
