Hank held out his hand and Willow handed him the crop, a look of relief in her eyes that matched the relief on Sybil's face. The tall blue-eyed woman was sweating now, her body striped here and there. She had sensitive nipples; Hank knew that Willow's treatment had hurt her. But Sybil had a high pain tolerance, and she was proud.

Hank turned to Keely. "Your turn," he said, handing her the crop. "Work her other side."

Silently, the small woman took the crop, her dark eyes wide. She tapped it against her palm, testing, then looked up and saw Sybil's eyes following the movement of the crop. This was not in Keely's nature either, but she was trained too well to question Hank's command. She looked at the prisoner with no compassion. Her Master hadn't said anything about compassion - he'd told her to work this Sybil's ass and back, and that is exactly what she would do. Slowly she walked behind Sybil, the taller woman straining to follow her with her eyes until Keely had disappeared behind her.