Waking up to a reverberating sound of a whip on her ass, Becca had little to no time to process her environment as she received another one on her left ass cheek. The stranger looked at her body without any emotion, but this was blocked by his mask which she couldn't see through and by her direction since he was behind her. He whipped her about four more times before he stopped and spoke.
"Finally, You're up." He said, pausing his assault on her ass and moving forward to face and stare at her.
Becca had no reply to this. Her head still felt groggy, like churned muddy water. She closed her eyes and shook her head repeatedly, trying to clear the butterflies. She opened her eyes again but this time she felt even worse. Beads of white spots danced before her eyes and a groan of discomfort sl
