What you dread

You drift off in a haze as you hang limp. Then you are alerted by someone approaching. You turn to see a very large person who has to turn to fit both massive shoulders into the entry to your room. A woman with a harsh set mouth and short dark hair approaches. She has muscles on top of muscles.

"Tatiana! We have a present for you," the military lady says.

You see this giant woman turn her mean gaze to you and a smile creeps up.

"You can use my whip if you like," the dark haired woman in black says.

A muscular arm reaches over and you see the rather large bicep. You goan in anticipation. She picks up the bullwhip and comes close to you. The back of her wide hand hits you in the face like a wooden plank. You nearly pass out, but then see her get behind you. You feel the first of many lashes and it's like the other ladies were just toying with you. You let out so many screams your throat is raw. But not as raw as your back and butt. You start to believe that your bones are showing through what little skin you still have remaining over your back.

She does not take a break for about forty minutes and you continue screaming and seeing the other women in the room chuckle at your misfortune. Then Tatiana stops to walk in front of you to the table and takes a drink of vodka from the bottle. You see beads of sweat rolling down her neck into the green tanktop shirt that is streached across her wide back, now wet from exertion. You hear the ladies chat in russian and take glances in your direction.

Soon, it's back to work for Tatiana but this time she works at you from the front. She takes delight in aiming for your dick and is getting pretty good at it too. Each time the whip cuts into your dick, the other women applaud. When she has exhausted herself, the woman in black leather takes over moving behind you.