wickedly across her ass-globes. A terrifying sensation tore through her ass as the whip jolted and rocked her to her heels. She spun about and the tip of the leather whip struck her pussy, causing intense pain to course through her cunt. 'Aaaaeee!' she wailed as she flinched on trembling knees, her legs barely able to withstand her weight. She let out a horrid groan. The pain that she felt was excruciating. 'Jesus! My ass! My cunt! They sting! You're going to damage my body! Please! Stop! I beg of you!'
'Don't pay any attention to her screams, Malcolm,' Bertram said, setting up a tripod on which he placed the heavy movie camera. 'Let her have it! A dozen lashes and flog her hard!'
'No! Please! No! I'll die!' Sally shrieked. The thought of a dozen lashes on her ass and cunt made her delirious. She would never be able to withstand the horrid pain and anguish from a dozen whip lashes across her tender young flesh. She glanced over her shoulder and looked into the eyes of Malcolm, hoping that the huge, muscular man would refuse to obey Bertram's instructions. She could see that Malcolm's eyes were glazed with sadistic lust. He pulled the whip back and brought it slashing through the air once again.
'Owwww!' she wailed.
Again and again, he flogged her mercilessly. Malcolm's chest heaved as he whipped her. 'Take that, you slut!' he shouted as he flung the whip across her ass. The tip of the whip probed into the most intimate portions of her body, digging into her asshole and into her cunt, flicking across her sensitive young clit.
Sally flinched and steeled her nerves, attempting to endure the pain.
Bertram counted out the whip-strokes as Malcolm brutally flogged the defenseless young girl. 'Six! Seven! Eight!' Master of each flogging whip-stroke, the helpless and abused young girl flinched and writhed about nervously, the pain tearing through her loins and shooting straight to her brain. She was soon numb with pain, screeching and wailing in a shrill, high-pitched voice.
'Nine!'
'Aaaaeee! I… I can't stand it! It… it hurts so damned much! Stop! I beg of you!'
Craaaa-aaack!
'Ten!'
'Owwww! No more! Have pity on me! Please! I beg of…'
Craaaa-aaack!
'Eleven!'
'Aaaaeee! My God! I can't stand it! I can't take any more!' Sally felt as though she were quickly slipping into insanity. Her mind was reeling with horrible pain and anguish. Her body was racked with incredible pain. She wished that she would die so that she would no longer be forced to withstand the brutal whipping. Her cheeks were flushed with anger, pain, frustration, fear, humiliation and degradation. She truly wanted to depart this life – this world of woe. Her body, was aching terribly and she was helpless against the brutal whip which slashed across her ass-cheeks and dug into the crevices of her pussy and her asshole.
Craaaa-aaack!
'Twelve!' Bertram Havermeyer shouted.
Sally was relieved. She sighed loudly, happy to have survived the brutal whipping.
'How about one more to make her grow!' Malcolm said, his eyes flashing with wicked lust and evil anticipation.
'Okay, one more for good luck!' Bertram replied.
'No!' she yelled. 'I can't take another lashing. Please! Don't do that to me.'
Craaaa-aaack! The whip landed hard on bet asscheeks which quivered convulsively in response.
'Aaaaeee!' she shrieked as the pain shot through her tortured and tormented body. The pain was excruciating and dreadful. Malcolm struck her extra hard this time, and she felt the world slipping away from her. Fireworks exploded in her brain and she reeled and turned and twisted grotesquely, her face contorted in a mask of pain. All of her muscles spasm at the same time and she felt her life being drained from her tortured body. Would she die from the beating? she wondered deliriously. In front of her eyes, she could distinguish nothing, only a dark, ambiguous grayness. She was slipping into the unknown void. Summoning all of her remaining strength and energy, she fought desperately to stay awake – to stay alive? She no longer wanted to die! Life was precious, and she wanted to live through this wicked nightmare!
Through the hazy, thick grayness she could hear the voices of her tormentors. Their voices tinged with nervous anxiety, they were speaking – speaking about her, about Sally! She listened hard, carefully, trying to discern their words. Were they worried about her? she wondered.
'Shit, now what are we gonna do?' came Bertram Havermeyer's strong voice. He was concerned all right, but not about Sally's welfare. He was worried about his precious film. 'Shit! We'll never be able to find a double for the red-headed cunt! Besides that, we don't dare release a film featuring a girl who died in the process of the film's making. That's just too fucking risky.'
'Well, I just hope you guys manage to find a nice quiet place to dispose of the bitch!' said Mindy Mandringer, her voice cold and hard, conveying no sense of pity or remorse.
'Christ, Bertram! What the fuck do we do now?' Malcolm said. 'Do you think she's really dead?'
Malcolm bent over her twisted and tangled body. She swung slowly in little revolving circles, hanging loosely from her bound wrists, tied to the whipping post in the middle of the floor. He held his ear over her heart and listened.
Sally felt the grayness beginning to dissipate. She was alive! She would live! she thought happily. She would survive the horrid torture session, the brutal flogging.
'She's all right!' Malcolm exclaimed loudly.
'Good!' Bertram Havermeyer said, brightening. 'Untie her and let's give her a breather.'
'I'll give her a fucking breather!' Mindy rasped, striding forward and grabbing a swath of Sally's bright red hair. She twisted the girl's head upward and spat into her, face. 'The cunt can breathe my pussy for a while! That'll revive her!' She ground her cunt into Sally's face, rubbing her pussy-lips across the young girl's upturned mouth.
'P-please, stop,' Sally whimpered.
Malcolm strode forward and untied Sally's wrists and she fell flat on the floor, gasping for breath, trying to recover fully from the whipping. She was allowed to rest for about twenty minutes, while Bertram, Malcolm and Mindy stood by menacingly.
'She's had enough rest. Let's go back to work,' Mindy said, addressing Bertram Havermeyer.
'Okay, let's get this film finished and in the can. Do your stuff, Mindy, baby,' he said.
Mindy curled her upper lip, baring her teeth in a cruel sneer as she strode haughtily forward, bent down, pulled her short, leather skin above her knees and smacked Sally across the mouth. 'Time to get back to work, cunt! It's time to film the lesbian scene. Ha! Ha!' The woman's laugh sounded like the crackle of a witch.
Sally finally understood what Mindy meant when she had spoken of 'lezzy scenes' earlier. The wicked bitch had meant scenes of lesbian, sex between two women. The mere thought of lesbian sex repulsed Sally. She really didn't know much about lesbianism, but she did know that it wasn't for her. It was unnatural and immoral for two women to have sex together. Sally shook her head in grief and horror. She would have no part of lesbian sex.
'What the fuck is your problem, cunt?' Mindy said crudely. 'You don't want to suck my sweet pussy? Is that it? Hey, once you get a taste of my cunt, you'll give up men for good. You believe that?'
'No! I don't believe anything you say, you filthy fucking whore! Get away from me!' Sally shouted.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Mindy was all over the naked young girl, slapping her hard across the face. The brunette bitch went down and pinched the girl's tender nipples, digging her long, red-lacquered fingernails into Sally's aching tit-flesh. 'You've simply got to learn to cooperate better!' Mindy said, taunting the wretched young girl who writhed about, on the floor. 'You'll suck my pussy or I'll make you wish you had, you fucking slut!' She rained hard, slapping blows down on Sally's face and body, striking her firm tits and taut ass. Suddenly, as Sally rolled over on her stomach to escape the slapping blows, Mindy reached down and stuck her middle finger into Sally's tight, puckered asshole. Her finger wormed its way deep into the girl's asshole, burrowing past the protective ring of sphincter-muscle that surrounded her tight and tender asshole.
'Owwww! Stop it! Stop it!' the girl protested. Mindy jammed her forefinger deep into Sally's asshole.
'How do you like getting fingered in your asshole, bitch?' the cruel brunette shouted.
