Inspecting Erotica Jones

"Stay down, let me check your left arm." Creeperella took out a photo of Stripperella from the pocket on her belt while sitting on top of Erotica's stomach, "Let's see the tattoo."

Creeperella checked Erotica's left arm, she didn't find a barb wire tattoo like Stripperella's.

"Clever. Very clever, Miss Jones. Hiding your tattoo with tape, practical and doesn't smear when sweating unlike makeup, I like the idea."

Creeperella looked for the end of the tape and peeled it off roughly, "Aha! Just like the one in the photo. But, there are so many cheesy bitches with tattoos like this out there, maybe just a coincidence."

The redhead took another photo of Stripperella, this time the photo shows Stripperella's back with a tribal tattoo that resembled the anatomy of the female reproductive organs.

"Pfft! What kind of slutty tattoo is that??" Creeperella giggled after seeing the hilarious sight on Stripperella's back, "Showing off your pussy by getting a tattoo like it for everyone to see? No wonder she calls herself 'Stripperella'."

Erotica finally came to her senses after receiving a hard slap on the cheek, "Well, enough playing around, let me see your back."

"W-what the fuck are you doing!? Let me go now!" Erotica tried to fight back but Creeperella's grip on her hands was so strong.

Creeperella, annoyed by Erotica's resistance, stomped her stomach, "Shut the fuck up!"

The dominatrix lifted Erotica's legs over her shoulders, she then pulled the blonde's right arm towards her wide open crotch.

Effortlessly, Creeperella crossed Erotica's left leg just above her right arm. She did the same with the rest of Erotica's limbs, effectively knotting them and overlapping each other.

Creeperella rolled up the helpless Erotica, making her rear end sticking up.

"W-wait! What is this!? I-I can't move my body!!"

"That's obvious, idiot! That's the point. Now let's see if you have that disgusting tattoo on your back!"

Creeperella impatiently rode Erotica and sat on her lower back, she immediately looked for a gap to peel the tape attached to her enemy's back.

"Oh!?" After a while of searching, she finally found what she wanted. She immediately pulled the tape, causing Erotica to shriek in pain from the stinging feeling of the sticky tape, "Look at this, Erotica the little slut has now become a bigger slut! The same tattoo as Stripperella's!"

"N-no--"

""No!" my ass!" Creeperella pulled out her 21-inch leather horsewhip and pointed it at Erotica's back, "You lied to me and you deserve to be punished!"

While sitting on top of Erotica, Creeperella maliciously whipped the defeated girl's back multiple times. Screams of distress and desperation filled the dressing room. That flawless smooth back was now starting to turn red and bruised.

"You naughty bitch! Why don't you tell the truth straight away! Now I have to break a sweat to FUCKING! PUNISH! YOU!!"

Every time Creeperella spoke, a single lash struck Erotica's back and her last sentence resulted in a final, powerful lash that made Erotica unable to scream anymore.

"Please... Forgive me... I admit... I, I am Stripperella...." Erotica said amid her groans.

"See? It's not that hard right? Now shut up and let me make a call," Creeperella took her phone, "Boss, Erotica Jones is Stripperella."

After chatting for a while on the phone, Creeperella returned to focus on her trembling prey.

"Wait a sec..." the redhead sniffed the air, "What's this smell??"

She turned back and found that Erotica was peeing because of her punishment. The golden liquid gushed down and soaked Erotica's panties and flooded the floor around.

That made Creeperella burst out laughing, "No way! Did you just pee from being whipped? That's fucking obscene! Dirty slut! You lewd masochistic slut!"

Erotica bit her lower lip and felt so disgraced, she had never felt humiliated like this.

"Please... Stop this... I've lost... I admit defeat... Let me go..."

"Listen here, slut!" Creeperella who was still sitting on Erotica like a throne stomped her head, "I'm in charge here, don't order me around. You are my prey tonight and I'm free to do anything to you, got it?"

"There's still plenty of time, how about one more round?"