Inside there were only two lights on, the spotlights shining down upon his waiting
victims. Brandy was no longer on her toes. Those toes were stretched downward as if
seeking the floor a good foot below them. Her back was turned to the door so her
wonderful ass was presented with its firmness and smooth skin.
Nancy was also suspended off the floor but by her ankles, her long brunette hair hanging
down around her head to lightly brush the floor. Like Brandy, she was turned so that her
back side was presented. Neither girl made a sound beyond their heavy, fearful
breathing.
There was a small table before the girls, just inside the cones of light. On it were two
whips, one a single braided leather whip about two feet long, the other a slightly shorter
shaft with a stiff leather end about two inches wide and twelve long.
First, the man inspected his victims. He looked at both girls from all sides. Neither
had to fake the look of apprehension on their faces; they both knew that they were in for
some real pain that night. He did not touch them, but made a very close inspection, as if
he were a meat grader for the government. When he finally stepped back to the table,
there was a look of satisfaction upon his face.
The whipping of two naked and helpless females began slowly and never hurried. The two
whips were alternated, each stroke being planted with precision and strength. Each stroke
evoked a gasp or cry from its victim. Later, after both bottoms were covered with vivid
marks, crisscrossed with welts and burning with agony, the fresh strokes, falling as they
did upon tenderized flesh, evoked screams of genuine agony.
For over an hour he watched delighted as two lovely young female bodies jerked at each
new delivery of pain. Brandy danced in mid-air, legs flaying and kicking out but touching
nothing. Nancy jerked around at the end of her tether like a fish freshly pulled out of
water will flop at the end of its line. Her fingers fluttered and clenched wildly but her
arms never moved from their position high on her back. At times, she arched her back
until she was almost looking straight down at the floor. At other times she bent double
until her head was nearly as high off the floor as her hips. That and screaming were the
only releases she had for the terrible pain.
Finally, the man tired of his game. Carefully, he put the whip down upon the table. One
last time he circled the two hanging females, enjoying the sight of the tortured,
multicolored flesh of their bottoms. From waist to upper thighs, little of the skin was
unmarked, often red and purples lines crossing over each other.
Then the man left.
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