I start to cry when he says that I don't sound sincere enough. With the strain of my head being pulled back, it's hard to speak. I grunt and grunt, straining to get his attention, but he turns to the group that had been tormenting me and says, "Toy with her some more." I squeal in alarm but it's too late, he walks away.

The vibrations in my pussy and ass begin again and I am trying my hardest to cum. I'll be damned if I'm going to beg again I think to myself, I'm just going to have to hide how close I am to cumming and let it happen In my haste to get the orgasm going, I am trying to hump my hips as hard ass I can. A man is flogging my tits but curiously, it's gentle and feels like a caress. It adds to my excitement and I can feel the orgasm starting to tingle within me. Suddenly, the man whips the flogger down over my breasts hard, and in the process, catches the needles in my nipples. I scream in pain, and the threat of orgasm has faded once again. I cry out in frustration, "nu nu nu nu"

Four more times the group does this to me; brings me to the peak and then thrusts me back down so that I have to re-climb. I don't know whether to be relieved or be upset when I hear the order for them to lower me and bring me over to Newbe.

As they lower me and my stomach hits the floor I cry out in pain. I have been suspended in that wicked arch for so long that straightening out is painful. My breasts press the floor when they untie my hands from my ankles and I scream anew. The crossed needles are pinching and grinding my nipples.

I am struggling for breath and trying to work the kinks out of my body when the crop lands on my ass hard. I move slowly to my knees and the crop lands again. Crawling over to the man with the cowboy boots, I see Newbe hanging upside down and I cannot meet her gaze. My face flames red as I realize that although I still feel indignant about the situation I am in, I'm also turned on and still want to cum.

I sit back on my heels and look up at him. "So you wanna come, huh, whore?" he sneers down at me and hands me a small bullwhip. "Give her a good whipping. If we think you've done a good job we'll let you fuck yourself with that," he says, pointing to the dildo attached to Newbe's cockgag. I look down at the whip in my hand and contemplate the ramifications of what would occur should I jump up and hit HIM with it. I look around at the crowd. Seeing their evil, smiling, eager faces I knew that if I did that, it would spell worse trouble for me and my friends. I look over my shoulder and see the man named Charlie standing there with the knife still in his hand. I shudder.

Getting slowly to my feet I whisper to Newbe, "Sorry honey, I have no choice"

I swing the little bullwhip, and the lash wraps around her thigh eliciting a scream from her lips. I cringe when I hear it but draw back my arm for another strike. I can hear the crowd cheer each time the whip lands and Newbe cries out. It doesn't take long before I start to get better control of the aim. The crowd cheers loudest when I whip her ass, thighs, pussy or tits, so I concentrate on those areas. Walking slowly around her, I stripe her from tits to knees in a criss-crossed pattern of angry red. To my surprise, I begin to find that I am enjoying some of it and can see why the crowd has been having so much fun.

Several times I have to make an effort to wipe the smile from my face. It would have been much harder for me to do this if Newbe's pussy had not been drooling the entire time. She had trails of juices running down her ass and stomach by the time I walked over to the guy with the shitkickers on and handed him the whip.

As soon as he palmed the whip I dropped to my knees in front of him and waited to see what he thought of the whipping I had given Newbe.