>>11187780"What's the matter, The Man," mocked Tortura. "Don't you like this?" Tortura had correctly gauged Becky's response to this psychological torture -- she was humiliated and felt even more helpless and vulnerable than she had before. Head turned away from the awful monster, she closed her eyes and was trying to think about something, ANYTHING but the creature that was fondling her naked body, when the offending hands finally stopped caressing her body. She opened her eyes and saw that Tortura was standing before her holding a whip. The whip was a form of cat-o'-nine-tails, and the very sight of it struck fear into the naked bound girl. And that was the intent of it. Fiend had the power to conjure up whatever devices Tortura wanted, and this was a very special whip. It's construction was very carefully considered -- it looked fearsome and would deliver intense pain, but the lashes were so wide that they would not leave any permanent marks.
Indeed, only some bruises would remain once the whipping was finished. Tortura held the whip in front of Becky's face so she could drink in the full terror of the device. Becky had never been whipped or beaten before in her entire young life, she had not even been spanked by her parents, and she was filled with terror as Tortura ran the whip over her face, her breasts, and her nipples. The he stood before her, said "And now the fun begins!" and walked behind her. Becky looked up into the ceiling and tried to prepare herself for what was to come, while her smooth back and firm, shapely ass were displayed and ready for punishment.
