He heard a slithering sound, a sound he couldn’t place. Then a stinging slash whipped across his bared buttocks. He gasped out at the pain, at the shock. Again he was struck, again, and dimly he was aware that they were beating him with a belt. The blows were hard, meant to hurt. He could hear the grunt of effort as Cirno brought it down to land violently against his flesh. The pain was blurring, stinging, his vision was blacking out. He could feel moistness on his back, small trickles of blood where the buckle had ripped his skin. The slaps continued to rain down on his sensitive skin, making his body jerk automatically in response, trying to shy away and avoid the pain that was to come each time. All the time the laughter continued.
Hands were on his buttocks, spreading the stinging flesh, and he felt something hard forcefully thrust inside. His head lifted, body arching as he screamed at the pain, feeling as though he was being split apart. He couldn’t breathe! There was no room for breath, his throat closing, choking him.