Not getting an answer from your friend, I zap your pussy with the stun baton, drawing another curse from you. "Well you sound like you're enjoying this," I say as I zap you again and again. Looking at how your tits shake as you struggle in pain uncontrollably, I have an idea. I tell the guys to let you down and tie your hands behind your back. Although you don't look like you are capable of resisting after being stunned so many times, the guys are still very cautious. They tie your wrists behind your back and, for good measure, tie your elbows together as well, straining your shoulders again. Then, with them holding you, I tie the rope that was used to hang you around your tits, and when your tits are tightly bound, I adjust the rope so your tiptoes are barely touching the floor, meaning that you're practically hanging by your tits. I stand back to admire my work and let your savor the sensation for a few moments. "Well, what does that smart mouth of yours have to say now, huh, cunt?" I say as I pick up a scary-looking singletail whip. Before you can say anything I swing my arm and there's a loud swish! as the singletail wraps itself around your body and leaves behind a vivid red welt. Without giving you any time to rest, I whip you a few more times, and you feel like your body has been branded repeatedly. With your companion watching in horror, he crowd cheer as you dance under my whip. I keep whipping you in steady rhythm and soon your back, your ass and even your bound tits are criss-crossed with red welts. "Dance for me, whore, dance!" I say my whip lands right across your nipples. "Stop! Please!" Your friend finally cries out, "I'll, I'll tell you, my name is Anna and her name is Jo! We're..."