She paused to unstrap the dildo from her hips, pull it from her cunt and drop it carelessly on her way to the wings. When she returned, swaggering menacingly in her high-heeled boots, she dragged a plaited bull-whip along the boards behind her. With calculated cruelty, she dipped her head to tease Zainab’s swollen nipples indian between her teeth, one after the other, and then trailed the fall of the whip over her upturned face. Their breathing came in shallow gasps now and Carissa dropped languidly to her knees, pressing flashing delicate kisses down the length of her victim’s ribs, belly and hips until she candid settled into a gentle nibbling at her inner thighs. Her tongue flickered briefly over the exposed and erect clit, provoking a deep shudder through Zainab’s immobilised form, and then she rose to her feet again and licked her lips. “Now you will be finished with the lash” she murmured, as the leather coils traced sensuously over smooth skin. There was only a moan in reply, and she stepped back to make room to swing at her helpless, immobile target. Carissa delivered the first blow with tremendous force – her many hours on the tennis courts having granted her enviable muscle tone and strength – and blood started immediately where the tip bit into soft flesh. The whipping continued at a steady, measured pace; Carissa moved around the transfixed woman, striking her from all sides. The black leather wrapped wickedly around her thighs, her waist and her bosom, leaving dark welts and bloody cuts where it kissed her honey skin. Zainab could scarcely move, secured as she was at wrist and ankles and by the rods in her mouth and cunt, but her hips and shoulders writhed in unfeigned agony as the toughened leather bit into her time and again. At last, after a particularly evil flogging of her calves and lower thighs, she slumped in her bonds. Pierre appeared again, walking across the shot to slacken the tension in the ropes. Carissa pulled off her jewelled domino, panting slightly with exertion, and went to remove the pole from Zainab’s mouth and help him to lift her down to the floor. “Clean the wounds with saline solution” he told her over his shoulder as he moved towards the camera, “and then coat them with petroleum jelly”. With this, his arm reached out and the screen went black. “It would be wiser to stay in the chair for a few more minutes” Carissa told Dmitri when he began to sit up. “The anaesthetic is only a local one, but still quite powerful”. She went to the player, ejected the disk, and inserted another while he settled back again. “This is the footage which has to be edited in before the flogging. We made it two weeks later, after the marks had faded”. Again, a countdown played on the screen above Dmitri’s head. The scene opened from the same angle as before. Next to the skewered skeleton the steel pole had been left at crotch height and the four looped ropes were still in readiness. The two women walked into shot, Carissa in her boots and corset, carrying the double-dildo and Venetian mask, and Zainab wearing only her slippers. They paused before the apparatus. “You had scratched me” Zainab said. “I’m sorry?” Carissa was confused. "You possess far more power than I do Toman. He used his right hand to play with his nipples as he began to stroke his long hard shaft. As I drove I tried not to think that I was cheating on John. It was a long, intense orgasm and I squirted. And she walked out of the bedroom. Confused, I used my flashing left hand to balance myself against Bill’s thigh and staring long slow strokes up and down his shaft with my mouth. “No matter how candid much he’s changed, it’d never be enough.” Such hot pleasure surged through me as Daddy fucked Courtney. As soon as we got out on the street I knew why he wanted me to wear that skirt, it was windy and the skirt was so light that it kept blowing up. “She was a complete brat to me.” Her pussy walls clenched indian at his cock again as she came around his pounding cock. He had jerked off watching the entire thing so who was the worst? I exhaled in frustration. “I’ll be fine” I say trying to stand up but Stacey pushes me back down. "NNNOOO!" Body shots!!" With one look, Laura knew that Erica had either been raped or abused - indeed, that was Laura's expectation when she had sent Erica to work that morning - and Erica's tear streaked face made Laura feel guilty and resentful. Is everything okay?” Author's Note: Hello readers, it has come to my attention while re-reading my stories that I need to work on my structure to make it more reader friendly.