Whipping

Eventually they stop at a door. “Get in”, he walks around her, and using the gun he forces her inside.

The door closes shut behind her, and her cuffs come off. Next thing she knows, manacles shoot out at her like tentacles. One manacle for each limb. They grab the surprised girl, then pull her young body so that it is floating in the middle of the room. The tentacle like manacles spread her limbs.

Metallic pillars rise up from the floor. Four of them, two behind her and two in front. Megan’s pretty face looks at these round pillars fearfully. Then she realizes they all have whips hanging from them. Bullwhips, with little metal tips at the ends.

‘Oh no’, she thinks. She can see where this is going.

The pillars start spinning. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. The pillar to her right and in front of her have three whips at chest level, one above the other. One whip at waist level, and 3 more at leg level. The pillar to the left is the same. From what she can see, the pillars behind her are the same too.

Below her, she sees a circular disk move. She can see this one has four whips. She’s in serious trouble. She closes her eyes, and braces herself as best she can. The pillars spin faster and faster, until eventually the momentum lifts all the whips, and they spin with enough **** to hit Megan hard.

CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!!

CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!!

The first crack was three whips from her front hitting her soft tits all at the same time. The leather of the bullwhip alone can tear off a person’s skin. The tiny metal ends smack into her boobs, eliciting the first of many screams from Megan.

The second crack was milliseconds later, and it is a bullwhip smacking into her flat tummy.

The third crack was three whips striking her back.

The fourth, one whip striking her lower back.

The fifth, another three whips simultaneously striking her tits, this time from her left side. The sixth, another whip strikes her belly.

CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!!

CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!!

Three more slicing across her back. One whip bites her lower back. Three whips strike the front of her thighs. Three slice across her curvy ass, the metal tips drawing blood. Three more on the front of her thighs. The hard leather leaves long red welts running along her smooth tan legs. Her ass gets hit again with three whips.

Every whip hits the buxom teen hard and fast, every metal tip slicing into her flesh. Every whip hits her in about six seconds, and then the whole process begins again. Her tits getting three painful smacks. Her first scream was long, the pain shocking her. Her eyes wide open. Then from that moment on, her pain is constant.

“AAAAGH!! Owwwww!! Ow! Ow! No! AGH!! NO!!”

The manacles adjusted her height. Then when the whips hit her tits from that moment on, the metal tips strike her nipples. Every single time.

“NYAAAAGH!!”

The schoolgirl shakes her head violently. Her hair flailing loosely, the silky hair flailing around her face.

By the time the cycle repeats itself for the fourth time, only 24 seconds had passed since the whole thing started. She has been hit in total 40 times. And by this time, almost every whip draws blood almost every single time they hit the squealing teenage girl.

“NYAAAAIIGH!!!”

And just when she feels she can’t take anymore, her pussy explodes in a fire of pain. Then again. And again. Four whips, all with metal tips, are continuously whipping her cunt. Over and over.

“AWWW GAWWD! NO!! AGH!! AGH!!”

She throws her head back. Her head the only part of her body she can move. But no matter how much she shakes her head, she cannot escape the pain. Leather and metal, continuously striking into her supple flesh. She thinks her nipples are going to be ripped off. But it doesn’t happen. She thinks her back has no skin left. It’s a mess of painful welts and sore cuts, but still intact. She never passes out.

Eventually, as the long seconds turn into minutes, and she has been hanging there being whipped for half an hour, she can no longer scream. Instead, she painfully moans. She hangs her head, her sweaty hair sticking to her body.

Forty five minutes. Poor Megan cannot think of anything else but the pain. She feels a breeze coming from somewhere. Hair, tears and sweat cover her face. For some reason, the breeze seems significant. Air conditioning. There must be air conditioning. She thinks it is important. Maybe if she can just think through the pain.