double whipping

Vicky smiled and took both her whip and the belt, holding them similarly. "Lucky me. Looks like I have two whips for a change. Not many are able to wield that many, you know."
"No, please," whimpered Karen, but screeched in pain when she brought both crashing down, lashing long red streaks across her proud breasts. Vicky laughed and seemed to become a practical whirlwind, lashing wildly and repeatedly at her chest.

"I'm going to whip those flabby milk bags so hard they lactate butter, you ugly old sow! You're washed up! It's pathetic how you dress up like you're still a teenage slutbag, but you're just a washed up, dry-cunted slut!" Vicky crowed, degrading Mama over her own screams.

She eventually stopped, letting the whips hang and whistling. From under the ring crawled one of her slaves, a heavy-hung young man but skinny and twitchy, wearing only a black speedo. Clearly broken and almost feral. Vicky cracked her whip and the boy obediant slid into the ring. "My backup," Vicky grinned. "In case you got a little too much of an edge in our fight. But now i think he's perfect for shaming you some more."

She smiled coldly at her petboy. "Jinxy," she cooed. "You get to play with this pathetic slut. She's even lower than you, the washed up cum dumpster. Isn't that a surprise?"

"Jinxy" growled and nodded, ripping off his shorts quickly and running at Karen with wild lust in his eyes. He wasted no time in ramming into her snatch, making Karen gasp loudly as her beaten pussy was fucked hard and brutally. "Th-this is your best?" Karen stammered, still defiant to the support of the crowd.

Karen shouted out again as Jinxy bit into her shoulder, seemingly just for balance as he thrust away at her. "Not by a long shot," Vicky grinned, and worked her whips again, lashing Karen's tits around Jinx expertly. She even gave him a rewarding lash on the ass now and then, which made him pump all the harder like a worked mule