Foreword
The man gripped the slithery tip of the of the big bull whip in one hand and the thick, leathery handle in the other.
He advanced toward the writhing, twisting body hanging deliciously suspended from the hooks in the ceiling. Her voluptuous form was split down the middle and her high white buttocks were laid open so that her cunt and ass sphincter were plainly visible.
Those delectable curves! The man gripped the whip handle harder and poised for the strike. He held the sinewy string of leather in mid-air a tantalizingly long moment before he snapped it hard and brought it down full force on the resistant girl's wriggling backside.
It slapped down hard like a speed boat hitting rough water. And with the first snap of that whip, the man felt his erect member clang against his pants zipper.
Sally felt the sting of the mean leather bite into her flesh. It burned like a ring of fire. She winced and fought as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
Shit! She thought to herself. It feels so low, so subhuman to be strung up here like a worm on a hook waiting for this torturer to strike again.
And he did, this time right between her ass cheeks. Right down into that shadowy valley where her anus sphincter was squeezing and pulsating in pain and terror.
She cast a sidelong glance at the wall to her left. She saw an eerie shadow playing on the wall. It was a man and a woman. The man was hard. The woman was kneeling and putting her head down toward the man's enormous dick. The shadows distorted and flickered against the stone wall as she heard someone in the audience call out, "Suck him, Wench!!!!"