Whipped

Felicity could here the wheels started to descend. She could see lines of green light broken up by her body on the floor as she was scanned from four points on the ceiling. Then the wheels extended three sets of poles with short braided whips on the end, six in total, in a staggering pattern that would cover a girls entire back.

The wheels started to spin forward at a speed just enough to cause pain to anyone who came in contact with the ends of the whip. The wheel lowered even further from the high ceiling until all six whips were just an inch from her skin. And then suddenly..

“Aaah...uunnh...unh...unh...ahh!”

Poles rapidly extended several inches, piston fast, before retracting in a a random pattern every two to four seconds.

“Unnnh...unh...unh...ehh...unhh...ahh...unh....aahhhaahauunnh!”

She felt the stings on her back, some were light, some sharp, and then there were the moments when the wheel would descend for minutes at a time and granting her all six whips in a continuous cycle. This went on for two hours moving up and down her back, causing Felicity to occasionally jerk at the more intense stings and to violently wriggle as she instinctively tried to get away, her humongous breasts rippling below her, but her bound position made her unable to move. She started to cry a short way through and there was a puddle of tears below.

At the end of the session the whip poles retracted completely and the wheel went back up to the ceiling, allowing her some relief until the next **** started.