“Shut it, slut, or I’ll shut it for you…permanently,” spat Mavis, now totally wound up and beating the girl continuously. “Shut it. Now!” Amazingly, the girl stopped screaming, her still open mouth dripping saliva onto her now bloody and scarred breasts.
“Better,” said Mavis. “I’ll bring this same cat by shortly to further service you. Next time, however, you’ll be split and spun. Think about that, w***e. Let’s go,” she said to D and lightly touched her buttocks with the now bloody and nearly shredded crop. They moved on down the hall, D doing tiny quick steps, trying to go quickly and not topple over. Mavis inspected each of the remaining alcoves until she came to the one nearest the arched doorway to the master bedroom.
“I think this will suit you for now, Lovey,” Mavis said quietly. “
