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Chapter 96 by JohnFlow JohnFlow

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The King reverts his attention back to you

With his pleasure now finished, the King returns to you to finish the job he started with the clothes pegs. Saliva spills out over the gag in your mouth as your eyes follow him whilst he walks back over to you across the room. You can only imagine the look of desperation that must be starkly visible in your eyes as he looks upon you, helpless and afraid.

"Alright Bunny, I think that's been long enough, time for the next part of your punishment."

Your fear once again heightens as he reaches to the shelf to grab a whip, the same one in fact that had previously been used by Miles and Darius to coat your front and back in bright pink streak marks. The possibilities of what he's about to do to you swirl around in your mind. He steps back to his mark and with whip in hand delivers the first fell swoop to your left breast.

"Mmmmmmm!" You squeal out into your gag.

The impact sends a number of the clothes pegs flying from your breast through the air. The pain is of a stinging nature as the clothes pegs are brutally ripped from your skin by the whip, leaving a pink patch on your skin and a small raised area where they had been attached to.

The King doesn't stop there, he whips again and again, each time targeting the pegs and sending more and more of them flying through the air. When he hits the ones attached to your nipples you think you might pass out from the pain, but fate is far to cruel to allow you that small mercy. Instead you remain starkly conscious as he shifts from your breasts, which are now clean of any clothes pegs, to your sides. With a single downward swing he manages to take down the entire row of them that lines your left side, and then with another swing, the right side.

You know what's coming next as this just leaves the most sensitive region of your body remaining to remove the pegs from. The King takes a moment to rest from swinging the whip, panting from the exhaustion of delivering so many blows. However, he isn't panting nearly as much as you, whilst you struggle to breathe through your gag at a heightened rate thanks to the intense experience you're **** to endure.

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