Lisa whipped her cunt again and again, until Jenny was beyond feeling.Lisa whipped her cunt again and again, until Jenny was beyond feeling. She could hear Jenny's muffled cries even through the ball gag, and smiled to think of how she was similarly treated by her linguistics professor just recently, and how she had loved it. Soon, however, Lisa got bored of whipping Jenny's soft pussy. She went to the pile of leather toys and pulled out a horsewhip. Jenny's eyes widened with fear as Lisa approached the bed. She tried to shrink away from the hard leather tip of the whip, which Lisa dangled before her eyes. She dragged it slowly down Jenny's soft body, circling each tit before sliding past her crotch towards her feet. Grabbing a bottle of oil from the table, Lisa covered Jenny's feet with the shiny lubricant. She then pulled Jenny's left leg out straight, so it was a few inches off the bed, and made her point her toes to the ceiling. Holding onto Jenny's big toe, Lisa began whipping the soles of Jenny's feet. At the touch of the first whip blow, Jenny jerked her foot up and away from Lisa's grasp. Lisa did not expect that kind of insolence, from her slave,and slammed the whip down on Jenny's thigh with full force. "Damnit! Did I tell you that you could move your foot, you bitch?!" Lisa whipped Jenny's thighs again and again, leaving wide red welts all over her skin. Some drops of blood oozed out along the deeper gashes. Jenny screamed into her ball gag with terror. She had never felt such pain. "Now, will you behave, slut?!" Lisa demanded. Tearfully, Jenny nodded yes, and held her leg out shakily. Lisa began to whip her soles again. With each strike, Jenny flinched, but did not pull away. Soon Lisa was able to whip her feet with brutal force and not have to hold onto her toes. The oil on her soles seemed to make each blow sting even more. Jenny eyed the key sitting on the nightstand. All she had to do was reach over and let herself free and this terrible whipping would stop. But that would also mean that she would never again know the softness of Lisa's thighs, and the taste of her slippery cunt. Jenny looked up at her torturer. Even as Lisa was punishing her, Jenny couldn't help but lust after Lisa's voluptuous and sensual body. She was concentrating intently on striking every square inch of Jenny's soles, and her brow furrowed with concentration. |