Chapter Twenty-One
Margo
Margo had a magnificent ass that demanded whipping. It was useful that the rest of her ripe body also provided more than adequate features and fruits that simply screamed for all forms of debasement. To this end, she was, this evening, well tied with the hemp rope that we had boundless supplies of and she was, as usual when not tightly tethered to a fixed point, slowly hobbling around the room, moving her tied feet smoothly across the concrete floor, shuffling from one corner to the next, endlessly feeling the ropes tight between her legs as they moved within her cunt, abrading her already reddened p***y, sliding slowly up and down her ass. Of course, the more she moved the more friction she generated from the ropes and that was her main goal. As an added benefit
