Teaching Shannon part83
they would draw up into my body.
I began hitting her tits in earnest, making sure that I left no
part of them unwhipped. Lines of blood began to appear where the
flail abraded the skin, and soon her tits were a bloody mess. At first
she screamed at every stroke, cursing, threatening, and begging me in
between, but after about fifteen strokes she began to ululate constantly,
merely raising her voice when the whip struck. The only time she
really screamed was when the tip would hit her nipple. I couldn’t
really hear her anyway; I was deafened by the rushing sound in my ears.
Tears ran continually down her face, splashing her breasts. At around
twenty-five strokes, I guess, drool began to run from her mouth, and
her curses became incoherent noises like the sounds a deaf person makes
when screaming in anger. Somewhere after thirty-five strokes I stopped,
almost out of control myself. I backed away from her, panting.
…End of the part83. To be continued..