She was screaming frantically to the ears of her audience, while she was realizing the most amazing moments of blissful joy. If the lash hit harder, her body only grappled to a higher plane of ecstasy. Could this go on forever?
The men about her chuckled seeing such abject pain. Their groins were hot with blood rushing to their turgid c***s. A few surreptitiously rubbed their genitals as they fed off the picture of the woman’s agony. They understood little—that what they felt was as much a product of this woman’s pleasure as it was her misery. And what misery she had experienced was fleeing fast. Only Patrick Dunleavy watching with his critical eye and a fierce erection throbbing in his pants could discern the truth about his punished wench. He suspected it would happen, knowing how she
