Flogger.

You pull out the soft suede flogger that tends to get things off to a good start, and walk over to her. You trail the leather strands over her face, she screams but with her mouth strapped open and filled uncomfortably with plastic, it's hard for her to express her anger and disgust.

You drop the flogger in a simple stroke down across her right breast, and trail it back up softly over the rigid nipple, tickling the sensitised skin. And her breast starts heaving in fear and anticipation, she's never been through anything like this before. What will be next, pain or pleasure?

You flog her right breast in a set of six hard, merciless blows, then her left, then her right again, she rails angrily, her breath hissing around the gag as she bites down with pain, yelling again in wordless defiance.

"Keep yelling. Keep fighting. You're young, you can take the pain for long time." You whip her red raw breasts, left and right. "And we have a long time."

A little moan. You flog her again, sets of six blows, just the same, smooth and fast. The anger in her voice starts to give way. Despair is setting in. The helplessness of her tight bondage. Her voice softer as you work left and right.

"Beg me to stop. Beg me and I'll think about it." you say, still whipping her.

This enflames her anger, her eyes focus again and she glares, panting angrily.

You drop the flogger hard against her pussy. She squeals with surprise. Writhing in her tight bonds, her soft young skin, her beautiful body. You thrash her open pussy, not very hard, not as hard as she deserves. Blood rushes and flushes her pink lips to a rich red. You swipe again and again, and the fear and excitement are clear in her voice, in her aching body.

As you whip her twice on each breast and twice below, her angry cries have given way to moans, her eighteen year old virgin flesh whipped raw, her spirit all but broken.