"Well, that one had the good fortune to be born in a democracy, at the heart of the free world, and then she just wasted it, posing by them Viet Cong tanks and sleeping with the yellows. Such a filthy MF!" he jabbed at Hannah."You'll soon find you're through playing games, Miss. But we're too humane to have you killed anyway, that's not the concept here" he added, turning at Sarah.

Willie moved the dreaded flogger higher to Beatrice's midriff, smashing hard three times for each round and watching in delight as the knots and bolts scorched her skin - the dark red sheen was plain now through her deteriorating tee. Beatrice cringed and grunted like a hunted animal, and her legs were visibly beginning to give way. He held in the whip and walked out of the corner to stand in front of her. Her eyes squeezed shut and her hair dripping with sweat, the woman's skin looked faintly grey.
He put his fingers under her chin and dug them in. "MMMGGH!!" she moaned. Willie leaned forward and whispered in her ear "You're at our mercy, slut. I bet your friends are being fucked right now, you'll get yours too." Then he hauled up two small breast-clamps from his pocket and put them, one by one, on her nipples. He rattled them a bit and tightened the springs to ensure the bite would dig firmly into her tits.

Boy does she look hot, he thought as Beatrice's chin involuntarily went up like the bow of a ship that's about to be engulfed by the sea.