He stepped back, grabbed for a flogger and began administering blows—hard and fast. His companions did the same, the three circling my body delivering such strikes that I was shrieking, squirming, agitatedly angry, then begging them to stop.
They stopped, but only briefly, just enough to change implements before beginning again. Circling their target, they ripped my skin, leaving lines of red and deeper welts, and places on my ass that I was sure were bleeding. Their efforts allowed me no room to breathe, to think, to struggle past the pain and find some greater physical joy. No endorphins rushed my system, taking charge; there was no promise of erotic release. This act was vicious. This was punishment. Instantly panic struck when the first hellacious blow landed, and; the panic didn’t en
