That river in Egypt

Rennala ignored his thrashing around. She held them in place with one hand and then slapped them relentlessly with the other. She made sure that each one hurt on it's own, making all of them together unbearable. The pain only built and built, he felt an uncontrollable sense of urgency and desperation rising up within him. He NEEDED it to stop. He couldn't take it, it was too much. In a frantic final effort, he kicked and fought and wrestled beneath her, it was his last desperate attempt. He thrashed wildly, bucking and straining against the restraints, he fought with all he had. And all he had wasn't enough. He had exhausted everything, used up all the will he could muster and still Rennala remained on his face, slapping his balls like nothing had happened. She noticed his final stand, she was glad to have finally got it out of him.

That was it, all the fight in him had been spent. He just couldn't try anymore. Slowly, he stopped kicking, he stopped trying to free his arms, stopped trying to get away. He wasn't letting it happen, he had nothing in him to try and prevent it. His movements weakened until they died down completely. He could do nothing, not even resist, it didn't work anyway. He lay still, except for the uncontrollable shaking. She just kept squeezing, and he wasn't struggling. His pleas and squeals had been reduced to a whimper.
"You stopped trying to talk, that's a good boy. Sink into helplessness and defeat for me"
She noticed how her seat was now much more steady.