Foreword
Fran felt the cruel whip burn hot across her white flesh, leaving brilliant red welts wherever it bit into her. She could only picture what her pain-ravished body looked like as she hung naked and bound with a mouth gag and a thick rubber hood over her head.
The man with the whip was a madman! He was administering a non-stop whipping and she was not able to scream out in pain nor beg for mercy! She could only hang there in her leather bondage and swing wildly as she convulsed and thrashed under her cruel punishment.
What did he want from her? Why was he doing this to her. All the time he whipped her,, he kept calling her a slut and a pig but she did not even know him. And she was no slut. She was no pig. Why did he keep telling her she must be bound in twisted, excruciating pain for days at a time while she reflected on her "sins"? , How did he know her? What had she done to him? How much longer could she maintain her sanity under his savage lash? How much longer could she keep her sanity while she hung by her tortured limbs, unable to move, to see, to speak for days at a time. Unable to beg mercy, beg food or relief for her bloated bowels?
The merciless cat o' nine tails flailed away at the helpless young girl in a never-ceasing symphony of terror!