First day

Lena obediently layed down and spread her legs. The belt landed precisely where it was supposed to. The impact was fierce but not too strong. Lena managed to stay silent.

"That's enough for today" she was somewhat disappointed, but also glad that she will be able to enjoy this longer.

She put her underwear back on, and then she dressed. Her hand automatically stopped on her cunt during the process. It felt a bit itchy nothing more.

Second day

Lena eagerly undressed and assumed the position asked of her. She felt the familiar butturfly feeling in her stomach as she anticipated what was about to happen. She followed�the belt's path in the air with her eyes. The impact of the first slap was no different from the one received the previous day. The second, the third and the fourth one were as always well placed and each consecutive hit felt stronger as the skin between her legs was becoming red and irritated. On the fifth hit she barely stopped herself from crying from pleasure.

As the session ended, she dressed up and went to work. This time the remaining of her day was a bit more difficult for her as her most delicate parts were subjected to slightly extended treatment.

Third day

Fifteen whips she took that day. Lena�took them once again eagerly and without any hesitation. It all felt like a joke. The deeper she went into that affair the more ecstatic she was. What a way to start the day. Even the�discomfort throughout the day was only slightly bigger in comparison to her second day. The strange tingling feeling starting from between her legs somehow gave her energy to continue with her day with energy and pride. During the night she couldn't sleep well because of how impatient she was for the next ordeal in the morning.

Fourth day

Lena had difficulty standing up. Her legs were trembling. She took a deep breath and managed with her second attempt. The pain between her legs was intense and dull. The belt landed viciously on her cunt thirty times. Her vulva�and the flesh around it were bright red in color but also prettyy swollen. She put her panties, but she immediately took them off. They felt�too tight on the whipped area so she decided to hide them in her purse.

The door of the basement locked behind her back and after another second she was on the street. The morning was pleasently cool and the sun was shining vibrantly. Another monotonous workday for most people, but Lena knew that her day would be different.

The walk to her workplace was 30 minutes. The first few days the pain she felt was always fading away almost completely before she sat on her desk. This time�this wasn't the case. The zone of her labia pulsated painfully throughout the whole day.�

After her last colleague left the office, Lena sighed with relief. She unzipped her jeans desperately and started rubbing her enalrged beaten clit. She lifted her legs on her desk as two fingers disappeared inside her hungry hole. Surprisingly for her the orgasm came quickly. The pleasure waves hit her hard amplified by the brutal treatment she had earlier. The feeling was so intense that she even pushed a few things off her desk while she was trying to regain control of her legs.

Lena felt light and free as she had never had felt in her life before. She�was determined to go through with it.

Fifth day

One hour before sunrise Lena entered the basement. She had not slept at all during night. The setup�in the basement was incosistent with what she had experience the previous day.

"Why the chains?" Lena asked

"It will be way easier for you." was the simple answer she got.

Lena felt the familiar knot of restlessness in her stomach. Her heart drummed frantically against her ribs as she nervously prepared herself to indulge in what she wanted for a very long time. Unlike the first four times, now she found herself chained in a semi-inclined position. Her legs were lifted high in the air and her wrists were chajned to her ankles. The strange V shape her body formed, made her feel even more vulnerable and exposed, which only amplified the anticipation.�

Lena saw the belt. It was a different belt - a proper whipping belt, a bit wider then the previous one with some very small even tiny metal elements.� She looked down betwen her legs. Her genitalia was still swollen from yesterday. Not only it was�not healing, it was getting in worse condition with every session. She realized that she may never be able to see again its normal condition.�Lena swallowed hard. She had to continue.

"Finish me" Lena heard her own voice.

It has been four days, she welcomed the belt silently and with no hesitation. Her eyes followed the path of the belt in the air as it landed on her cunt for the first time on the fifth day. She felt like she was forcing it on her genitalia with the power of her sight. Then it landed a second time and then a third time. The pain was sharp but she didn't even flinch. Another couple of hits. Lena gritted her teeth.

Fifteen hits. She saw blood. After a few more hits she finally lost it and started screaming. Another hit. She now fully understood the idea behind the chains. She couldn't change her mind in the last moment. The belt landed again and again, lacerating and disfiguring her cunt. It felt endless. Lena almost passed out, but she was given something to keep her alert, just to take a few more hits.�

The belt landed mercilessly again and again. Pain, humiliation and perverted feeling of enjoyment overwhelmed her. Whatever small amount of control Lena had was smashed and destroyed by the brutal slaps. Suddenly she felt something familiar - a pleasant sensation started building up in the beaten labia. A few more hits and Lena was screaming at the top of her lungs. Confined in the basement, the world around her couldn't hear her last orgasm of that type. Her whole body was shaking in the chains. She alternated a few times between crying and screaming. Not only it was the most long painful orgasm Lena had ever had, but it was also the most humiliating one. Her body cracked. Her bladder failed and urine started leaking from her damaged urethra bathing the amorphous ruin of her cunt. As her orgasm faded a puddle of pinkish urine had formed on the ground beneath her.

"T-t-thank you" she managed to mumble silently.

Lena then saw the hand reaching towards the place between her legs - the sacred zone of her body which she earlier in her life was referring to as "my pussy" and "my cunt" the last few years. The fingers touched and messed around with the raw beaten flesh. The same fingers were served in front of her mouth and she immediately devoured and sucked on them. Blood, cunt juices and urine - this was the flavor of her own disgrace.

The hand left her mouth and leaving her longing for more. Lena's eyes widened as the sharp pain tried to switch her brain off. The hand had disappeared inside of the remnants of her cunt in one sudden thrust. It went deeper and deeper, until another dull feeling appeared somewhere deep inside her body. The hand was persistent with a clear aim. The dull pain increased. Two, three, four, five punch like thrusts and the hand began its way back out. Lena felt as if something inside of her had fallen in love with the hand and wanted to follow it out. Indeed after the hand was fully retracted, Lena's cervix slowly prolapsed and hanged in the air bulging almost 3 inches out of the blown out hole.

"My womanhood..." her voice was consumed by the darkness of the basement

"Was..."�

The voice seemingly continued talking, but her whole being was consumed by the sight of her exposed destroyed hole and after a few moments she finally passed out.

....

The doctor received one of those calls which he pretended not to like but were very well payed. Using the rear entry the unconscious woman was brought inside and left on her table.

"Fix what you can."

The doctor looked at her. Another messed up cunt. Quit� literally.