Beatrice grunted sharply again as the whip landed once more. Her shorts, tiny as they were, were denim and largely dulled the pain that landed on her ass above the very high bottoms of the shorts, even as the bottom of her nicely chubbed cheeks were exposed. Her white shirt provided less help, although there was some. The real pain came on her thighs and lower buttocks, where the metal cut the skin and caused trickles of blood to move down her powerful lesbian legs, even if they didn't have the full musculature of a raging bulldyke like Hannah. As the whips continued, her grunts gradually turned to sobs as she struggled to make herself heard around the gag biting into her mouth and hurting her jaw which was so used to speaking freely and decisively.

Hannah, meanwhile, had nothing to do but suck one cock and wait for the other. She closed her eyes and sucked the head, taking more and more of it into her wet, inexperienced mouth. She'd never sucked a man's cock before. Sarah, meanwhile, was petrified, still threatened with the pick as Hannah was forced to suck off the guards, hands and arms bound.