“Aaeeeiii!” Sharon screamed as the whip
slashed across her back, below her shoulder
blades. A line of fire was etched into her tender
skin, igniting a blaze of pain that ripped
through her flesh. Her Unclad body thrashed
violently in the chains from the intense agony,
the clamps cutting deeply into the flesh of her
wrists and ankles.
The whip struck again, this time high on her
shoulders. The pain that was torturing her
doubled with the new blow as another line of
fire was added to her body.
“Noooo!” Sharon wailed as steady blows began
to batter her body.
Chika had set herself into a rhythm of lashing
the Unclad young woman. The black whip
snaked out and struck time after time, turning
the secretary’s back into a pattern of scarlet
Then she moved her aim down, zeroing in on
the Unclad asscheeks that trembled along with
the rest of Sharon’s body. The first slash to the
Buttocks seared a line across both of the
asschecks, causing the tortured s*x slave to
scream in pain. Slowly, Chika’s Kittycat began
to grease itself inside her panties at the lusty
feeling of beating Sharon’s soft flesh.
Sharon was struck again and again. There was
pain she never would have believed. Even the
agony she felt when her Buttocks had been
F***ed couldn’t compare with the torture she
was suffering. Even the backs of her thighs
were being tortured by the terrible lashing, and
soon Sharon’s screams were almost continual.
?But Chika wasn’t through with beating the
Unclad girl. Pausing for a few seconds, she
moved until she was directly behind the
tortured secretary. She curled the whip behind
her and lashed out, snapping the tip of the
bullwhip right into the secretary’s Buttocks-
crease, hitting Sharon’s little shithole.
Pain speared clear into Sharon’s guts. The end
of the whip had popped against her asshole.
The pain ripped up through her body and froze
the screams in her chest, and throat.
Then the whip fell silent, and Sharon’s mind
jumped to the conclusion that the terrible
beating had finally ended. But Chika was only
moving around to the front, where she had
clear flesh to mark with searing, scarlet lines.
“No!” Sharon shrieked, but already the lash was
on its way. It sliced across both of her
trembling tits, ripping at her Tips. In horror,
Sharon glanced down, sure that the little nubs
had been ripped from her flesh. But although
they were brutally beaten, the Tips were still in
place at the ends of her tits.
Chika’s arm worked steadily, slicing the whip
into Sharon’s tits again and again. Angry red
lines covered the mounds in every direction,
turning her tits into twin peaks of pain.
Then the whip began to slash at Sharon’s
stomach, and the flesh there became deeply
marked. And finally, Chika positioned herself
directly in front of the tortured secretary and
lashed out underhanded with the whip. This
time the tip of the evil torturing device snapped
right into the gash of Sharon’s Kittycat, searing
against the tender flesh.
Then chika stepped back, and chief rose from
his chair. All during the beating, he had sat
and calmly watched the savage thrashing of
his new s*x slave’s flesh. Now, before the
young woman was permanently damaged, he
stopped the lesson in discipline.
Slowly, be walked around Sharon’s Unclad,
beaten body, until he was once more in front of
her. Then he stepped forward.
“This is what a woman can do to you with a
whip!” he whispered. “Imagine what it would
be like if Saka or I lashed you with all of our
strength! Because that’s what you will get if
you ever give me the impression of hesitating
to do anything that I or my people say! Do you
understand that, B***h? Do you understand
that real well?”
His words burned into her. She had no doubt
that he meant what he said. If he or the large
bodyguard ever took a whip to her, the
frightened, beaten, Unclad young secretary
knew that she would be dead.
Sharon gulped and frantically nodded her
head. Even the pain didn’t frighten her as
much as his eyes. She could look far down
into the black depths and see even more
horrible torture if she ever displeased him.
There was no doubt in her mind that, no
matter how degrading, she would have to leap
to do everything he said.
“Now!” he gasped, taking a couple of steps
back from her and turning his head to glance
over toward Alex and Chika. “The two of you
can leave her to me! She’s mine now to do
what I want with!”
Sharon’s previous torturers moved silently
from the room. When they were gone, Chief
turned to his bodyguard.
“Take her to an empty room and get the hair
off her Kittycat,” he said sternly. “When she
begins work in the morning, I want her cunt as
slick as a baby’s!”
Chief reached forward and grabbed a handful
of Sharon’s pussyhair. With a tremendous jerk,
he pulled a wide patch of it out of her cunt
mound, then turned and left the room as the
young s*x slave screamed in terror and pain.
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