Teaching Shannon part84
“I’m going upstairs,” I managed to get out. I went up to the
kitchen, partly to cool off myself and partly to give her a rest.
I forced myself to drink something cold and breathe deeply before
going back down. I was more in control than before, but I knew it was
a fragile thing; I would have to be careful, or I would go too far.
Maybe I already had.
Shannon was letting herself hang, exhausted, from the bar when I
came in. I picked up the whip, and she looked up. When she saw it in
my hand, she began to cry.
“No, please, no more. Please, please.” She looked down at her tits,
mangled and covered with drying blood.
…End of the part84. To be continued..