Chapter 27
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Whip Justine
You give the whip an experimental flick in the air. It makes a cracking sound. The girl flinches.
You give her one fairly light stroke across her thighs. She cries out in pain, but says nothing.
Jeremiah looks on. “Try her tits, Sir. She hates that.”
You lay a stroke across Justine's lovely tits, again, not a heavy blow - but it doesn't need to be.
She screams now, and bursts into tears as angry pink welts rise up on her breast flesh.
“She can't log out, and has no access to her own Profile settings, Sir. So she can't escape the pain you're inflicting on her, nor mitigate it through Profile manipulations. For the duration of her stay here, this is reality. She'll have to live with those bruises for another day or two.”
“Well, it looks like you're okay, Sir. Enjoy your stay. Just remember, you'll still need to fuck the slut before the doors to Roissy will open.” Jeremiah walks off to a discrete distance to give you some privacy.