You don't know anything.

You hear the squeak of leather behind you as the whip cracks across you ass cheek. You let out a whimper and are slowly not caring if the women see you cry. You body is buring in pain and you are starting to fade out due to blood loss. More and more snaps of the whip tear at your skin. Then you perk up when you hear what the military woman says.

"Go get the whip from my office."

The busty woman in the skirt rises and leaves. After a few more lashes that cut into your chest, the woman returns. She has another coiled up leather bullwhip. Did they wear out the first one or what you think to yourself. Then she gets out of the chair and stands in front of you before she lets the whip fall to the floor with a heafty sound.

"We can both give him an incentive to talk, da?"

Both women now use a lot of wrist motion as they expertly rip the skin from your body. This goes on for such a long time. You do not care anymore and scream for each lash you receive. Finally, they stop and must need a break. They sit at the table and drink more vodka. The dark haired one with drawn on high arched eyebrows turns to you as she lights up another cigarette.

"You know, if you talk, we three women could be very grateful to you. You've probably never been with three women at once have you. Not many men have. We have ways in Russia to make a man very satisfied."

You are so exhaused from sceaming, that you don't even bother to respond. She could tell by the look in your eyes, that you are about to pass out.

"Perhaps, he needs to ponder his situation overnight," she says to the other women at the table.

While your blood is dripping to the floor, the women finished off their drinks. The lady in leather mashes out her cigarette into a full ashtray and winks at me before they all leave, taking the lamps with them. Your arms are numb from lack of circulation and every part of her body hurts. You stare at nothing in total darkness.

Then you near footsteps and a lit lamp comes near you. It's the woman in a skirt and low-cut blouse. She is carring something.

"Those women. Just look what they have done to you," she says softly.