“Oh gawwwd, nooooooo, pleassssse, noooooooo, auuuuugg!” she tried to twist away, with no success—squirming, she barely moved an inch. The pain continued to mount, even though Martine paused now and again to allow her submissive a moment to get used to the next level of intensity.
“Let it take you away, tramp, that’s what you want,” she asserted with a snarling scowl.
Thwack!
“Oh gawwwwwwd nooooooo,” the bound beauty wailed frantically.
Pain began to swim over her, a hellish aphrodisiac. As much as each cut hurt her to the core, she became resigned to its ruthless result—resigned to the horrendous arousal. Her body rose to each new burning bite, as if she wanted to feel the cruel cut of the buggy whip imprint her with the message that she craved the pain it would bring.
Her cries beca
