The Sisterhood of Spite

The Sisterhood of Spite.

 

Chapter 7.   The Preparation Goes On.

 

      On the completion of the exciting Bastinado, Claudia took the opportunity, while accepting the adoration of the wildly applauding audience, to walk to the front of the crowd and exchange lewd banter with the naked, sexually indulgent spectators.

      “That Slut’s going to remember that little session, Holy Mother.” Commented a big man, who was furiously doggy fucking a naked Patrician Lady over the front row barrier.

      “I hope every one remembers it.” Laughed the Abbess. “This condemned Slut has a lot more to go through yet, before I finish with her, and I intend that she, and every one else, remembers every amusing moment of her punishment.

      At the support frame, Sister Gloria and the other assistants were releasing a loudly crying, sobbing, Sofia from the binding leather straps which held her tightly, face down on its padded top. As soon as the groaning young woman was released from all but the straps that held her arms behind her back, the assistants looked to the Abbess, who was walking back to them, for their next instructions.

      “Now get that clamp out of her mouth and get her up on those pretty little swollen feet of hers.” Said Claudia, with an evil grin. “You’ll have to support her each side, but make sure the Slut takes most of her weight on her feet.”

      Clitia, absentmindedly, fingering her sopping cuntcrack, and Antonio, he with his big dripping prick curving, half-hard, to the floor, stand watching gloatingly, as Gloria, Clair and the two younger Nuns, take the jaws-clamp out of the moaning Slut’s mouth and  get her to stand up on her blue, swollen feet.

      “HOOOOOO!  NAAAGH!” Sofia cries out in agony as she’s forced to take her weight on her blistered and swollen soles. “HO! NO! Please God! NO! It hurts! It hurts! NNAAGH!” 

      She nearly falls, but the laughing women hold her upright, on her beaten feet.

      “That’s right.” Says the giggling Claudia, rubbing her hand over her swollen clit, at the amusing sight. “Now get her to walk around for a bit. I’m sure she’ll love that.”

      And to every ones delight, with a laughing Clair and Gloria holding her on each side, the screaming, sobbing, young girl is made to walk around, limping badly, on her terribly swollen injured feet.

      “AAAAH! God! Oooow! Nooooo! EEEEEAAAAAGH! Oh, please! Please! Mercy! Mercy, Holy Mother! Mercy!” Sofia cried as she hobbled around, screaming at every step.

      Despite her pleading, the condemned young woman was forced to walk around the Great Hall, screaming, for some minuets, while a bench attached to, what looked like a heavy Butcher’s Block, was carried to the centre of the Hall.

     “Bring her over here and sit her on this bench.” Cried the cruel Abbess.

      So a grinning Gloria and Clair, guided the groaning, limping girl to the block and helped her to sit her fat blistered arse down on the bench facing it. When Sister Gloria was satisfied with the girl’s position on the bench, she gripped the squealing Slut’s big, purple nipples and lifted the girl’s balloon-like swollen jugs in the air. Next, Clair was instructed to press the snivelling girl’s chest firmly against the Block while a broad leather band was brought around and she was tightly strapped in place. Once she was in place and couldn’t pull away, Sister Gloria carefully laid the sobbing girl’s blackened and hugely swollen udders, down on the Block before her troubled, tearful eyes.  

      “Don’t worry, my dear.” Claudia giggled to the fearful young woman. “We are not going to cut them off, just yet. We are only going to er… ‘tenderise’ them a little more.”

      The Abbess ran her soft, manicured fingers over the terribly bruised and greatly swollen udders lying on the Block in front of the trembling girl.

      “Well, Sweetheart.” Claudia chuckled, while smoothing her fingers over the tightly stretched skin of the Slut’s blue, swollen jugs. “These great udders of yours, really do look as if they’ve been blown up like over filled balloons. And they are so hard and hot, too.”

      She turned to Sister Gloria and cocked an eyebrow at her friend.

      “What do you think, darling?” She asked the big woman.

      Sister Gloria put a large hand on the one of the girl’s big udders and squeezed it firmly in her fingers.

      “They are certainly very hard, Reverent Mother.” The Big Nun replied. Then, with a leer, she added. “I think we should soften them up a bit, before we go any farther.”

      “My thoughts exactly.” Laughed Claudia. “Sister Clemantine, hand me a bat.”

      Sister Clemantine quickly brought foreword two long wooden Baseball bats, very hard and polished, and handed one to the Holy Mother and the other to Sister Gloria.

      Claudia slammed her bat with a loud “CRACK!” down on the block in front of the trembling, crying Sofia, just missing the girl’s injured jugs. Sofia nearly jumped out of her skin.

      “What do you think, Bitch?” The Holy Mother asked the shaking young woman.

      “P..Please. P..Please H..Holy Mother. I’m h..hurting so m…much. H..Have mercy on m..me. P…Please have mercy.” The girl sobbed, trembling with fear.

      “Well, these great jugs of yours won’t be hurting much longer.” The Reverent Mother laughed. “Because they are coming off soon. Clair, pull the Slut’s head back a little, out of our way.”

       “Clair, gripping two fistfuls of Sofia’s hair, pulled the crying girl’s head back out of the way of Claudia’s swing.

      And with that, Claudia raised up her arms above her head, holding the long bat in both her hands, and brought it crashing down, with all her might, across both Sofia’s greatly swollen breasts with a loud……

      SPLAT!

      Both hugely swollen udders, caved in under the heavy blow, with the flesh on both sides of the ‘hit’ bulging out and swelling up even more.

      “NNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARH! Oh! God help me! God help me! My breasts! My poor breasts!” Sofia shrieked when her udders were pulverised by Claudia’s first blow.

      Sister Gloria had her bat already on high and brought it smashing down on different parts of the shrieking girl’s swollen jugs and smashed those parts flat.

       SPLAT!

      “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAARGH!” Shrieked the condemned girl at the crushing of her great mangled udders.

      The Holy Mother again brought her heavy bat down over both bouncing jugs.

      SPLOSH!

      “WWWAAAAAAAAAAAARRRHH!” Sofia bellowed at the flattening of her big tits.

     And so it went on…..

     SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLOSH! SPLAT!

      Each dull thud echoed with ‘shriek’ after ‘shriek’ after ‘shriek’, as Claudia and Gloria, each in turn brought their bats down, again and again, with powerful blows on the condemned girl’s mashed mammaries.

     After the laughing women had each given ten mighty blows of their bats across the screaming girl’s pounded udders, they handed back the bats and closed in on the pain racked, shrieking girl.

     Every one looked down with delight at the blackened, throbbing globes of Sofia’s udders, which were swelling up into great, hard balls before their eager, gloating eyes.

     As if with compassion, Claudia took a cool damp cloth and gently wiped over the tightly stretched skin of the hugely swollen globes of hot flesh. Then, when she had finished bathing the steaming jugs, the Abbess called for the…..SKEWERS.

      Sofia’s big brown eyes popped from her head when Claudia showed her the gleaming steel skewers.

     “Oh, no! No! No! Please God! No! Not in my breasts! Not in my breasts!” The crying, groaning Slut shrieked as Claudia, leering, held the sharp steel spikes, each a foot long, before her fearful, round eyes.

      Then gripping one firm, hot, tight skinned globe in her soft little hand, Claudia placed the sharp point of one of the skewers on the tight skin on the big jug’s out side edge and firmly pushed it into the hot, swollen flesh.

      For one long minuet, the point failed to go through. Then, suddenly the point broke through the tight skin and sank right through the flesh of the big udder and right out the other side.

      “SSSSSSSEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Screamed Sofia as one of her great jugs was skewered right through. Then she watched with helpless horror as Claudia was handed another sharp skewer. This one the Holy Mother placed the point against the tight skin underneath the fleshy globe. After a firm thrust upward, the point suddenly slid in and up out of the top of the swollen udder. The bitterly crying young woman’s jug was skewered through from side to side and from top to bottom. Then, with a smile, Claudia dropped the skewered udder and carefully lifted the other one in a firm grip. Then the cruel Mother Superior looked around and called to Lady Clitia.

      “Would you like to stick this through the Bitches udder, darling?” She asked with a leer.

      “Oooooo! Yes, please, Holy Mother.” The eager Patrician Lady cried with delight. She hurried to Claudia’s side, her lovely pink, naked body, wobbling, deliciously, as she ran.

      “Grip the base tightly in your left hand.” Claudia instructed, and, before Sofia’s horrified eyes, handed the bloated, pain racked  jug, over to the girl’s cruel Mistress.

      The condemned girl again shrieked with pain, as Clitia firmly gripped her throbbing udder at its base and placed the sharp point of a skewer at the tightly stretched skin covering the soft purple, flesh on the outer side of the badly swollen jug.     

      “I’ll see if I can push it though as slow as I can, Reverent Mother.” Clitia laughed, maliciously, as she began to put pressure on the skewer. Then, directly to the tortured girl she said. “Let’s see how you like this, you Bitch!”

      Trying to control her thrust, Clitia began pushing the sharp skewer through the tightly stretched skin of the screaming girl’s agonized breast. It stabbed in, suddenly, and sank in about two inches deep. Clitia stopped her thrust and, pulling the skewer out an inch or so, she changed its direction slightly and began slowly pushing it through the swollen flesh, an agonizing inch at a time.

      “EEEEEAAAH! NOOOOOOO! NAAAARH! OH, GODDD! EEEEEEEEKK! YAAAARRRRH! EEEEEEEEAAAAAAGH!” The cruelly abused Sofia shrieked and screamed all the way through the terrible ordeal, until the skewer’s point was thrust three or four inches out the other side of her tortured tit.

      The sobbing girl’s punctured udders were bleeding now, from all the entry and exit wounds of all three skewers. Clitia’s fingers were slippery with blood as she man-handled the yelling girl’s stabbed jug upward so she could get a good thrust, from bottom to top, for her last skewer. Placing the sharp point on the tight skin of the lower curve of her weeping Slave’s bloated breast, she began, once more, to slowly thrust the skewer into the tortured, swollen meat.

      Once more the long skewer slid in with short, jerky thrusts, as the lovely, sadistic Lady pushed it through the tenderised flesh with agonizingly slow jabs.

      “WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” The girl shrieked her lungs out at every jab of the skewer. “WAAAA…AAA…AAAAGH! NAAAAAGH! NOOOOOOO! WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

     Gloating at the pain she was causing the disobedient Slut, Clitia licked her beautiful lips as she squeezed her full white thighs together in an effort to hasten the orgasm building up in her throbbing cunt. Suddenly she felt three stiffened fingers of Claudia’s hand, thrust deep into her boiling crack and, just as the sharp pointed skewer burst through the top of shrieking girl’s bloated udder, those fingers skilfully brought her off.

      “Yes! Yes! Yessssss! AAAAAAAAH!” Squealed the climaxing Lady as the cruel skewer slid out of the top of the big breast.

      “YAAAAAAAAAAARRH! AAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAGH!” Sang Sofia in a terrible duet with her torturer.

      Every one in the Slaughter House roared their delight at the amusing ending to that stage of the show but, as Lady Clitia licked her Slaves blood from her fingers, Claudia hurried on to the next stage.

      Unstrapping the loudly crying, dishevelled, young woman, the Holy Mother made her stand on her blistered feet and then, pulling her across the Butcher’s Block, the Nuns strapped her down with her purple, swollen arse in the air.

      Satisfied with the crying girl’s position over the Block, Claudia instructed Sister Clemantine and Quintus to take up a steel cane each and administer 100 cuts to the backs of Sofia’s plump thighs followed by 100 cuts to the blistered, swollen, purple cheeks of the screaming girl’s fat arse.

      Excited at the prospect, the young Nun and the scrawny old lech eagerly armed themselves with the long, sprung-steel canes, took up their positions behind the condemned girl’s big defenceless bum and raised their bare arms holding the vicious rods, high in the air.

      “Right.” Smiled Claudia at the two floggers. “You can begin.”

      Swisssssssh. CRACK! Went Clemantine’s cane as it landed across both their victim’s full white thighs.

      “NNNAAAAAAH!” The girl began screaming again,

      CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

      The heavy cuts from the laughing young Nun and skinny old letch, landed on Sofia’s shuddering thighs with well timed precision, quickly raising dark blue welts across the soft white flesh and which ran, in rows, up and down, from her shuddering buttocks to her knees.

      Ignoring the girl’s shrieks, Claudia called Clair, Rosa and Clitia to join Gloria at the girl’s front. The big Nun withdrew the four bloody skewers from the jerking Slut’s flesh and was just placing two small leather loops, one inch wide, over each of tearful, screaming Sofia’s battered breasts.

     “What is the matter with that soppy fucking Sister-in-law of mine?” the Reverent Lady asked Clair, while looking at Celia, who was standing, naked, with her eyes closed and her hands pressed over her ears to shut out the screams.

      “She can’t get her head around this, Holy Mother.” Clair answered, glancing over to her friend. “She’s in some sort of shocked daze, I think.”

      “Humff! We’ll get round to her, later.” The lovely Abbess grinned. “You seem to be finding your feet though, darling.”

      “Everything is so exciting, Holy Mother.” Answered the virgin, her eyes gleaming as she looked at their screaming victim. “This makes me feel so…….weird.”

       Claudia smiled, slyly and turned to where Sister Gloria was tightening one of the leather loops around the base of the shrieking girl’s swollen breast.

      “You get some good close-ups of this.” She said to Rosa.

       “You push the loop to the base of the udder, as close to her chest as you can get it.” Gloria was explaining to an excited Clitia. “Then you use this little ‘crimper’ to tighten up the strap.”

  The big Nun began cranking the two metal handles together with her right hand, while with her left; she forced the strap to stay down on the breast’s base. Soon Sofia’s big bloated jug began to balloon right up as the leather loop tightened onto the shrinking base.

      The screaming Slave was now having as much pain from her agonized jug, as from the flogging of her thighs.

      “OH! SWEET GOD! SAVE ME! SAVE ME!” She bellowed, her lovely head thrown back and her stylish coiffure fallen down to one side.

      Gloria now had the poor Slut’s brutalized breast pumped up to an alarming size. Its base had been compressed to just a couple of inches diameter and its fleshy bulk was swollen up to the size of a professional league football. Its skin was as tight as a drum. Gloria demonstrated this by flicking it with her finger.

      The women all laughed when the tortured, screaming girl tried to rear up as her tight skinned jug vibrated like a drumskin. 

      “Quickly, do the other one.” Cried Clitia leering with delight. 

      Gloria slipped the leather loop over the Slave’s other battered jug and, pressing the strap close to the tit’s base; she began tightening the ‘crimper’.

      As the powerful Nun quickly tightened the loop around the base of the shrieking girl’s expanding breast, the delighted women’s eyes grew wide with awe. Soon the swollen jug was pumped up as big as the other one and its purple skin pulled just as tight.

      “Fucking Hell!” Laughed Claudia, as she and the other laughing women gloated over the comical sight of the two dark blue, swollen, football sized breasts that now stood straight out on Sofia’s chest.  “Now that’s what I call a pair of udders!”

      Still using the crimping tools, Gloria snipped the excess strap from the tightened leather loop and left the girl’s two huge udders with only the loops left rapped tightly around their crushed in bases.

     After the five women had admired the crying girl’s hugely swollen udders for some minuets, Claudia looked up and called to the two sweating floggers.

      “How is it going with the cuts to her thighs?” She asked Sister Clemantine.

      “Just a few more to go.” Answered the young Nun, bringing down her cane on the screaming Slut’s jerking, blood spattered, blue thighs. “We’re on the 199^th. stroke.”

      CRACK!

      “NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Sang Sofia.

      CRACK!

      “HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGH!” She cried again.

       “That’s the 200^th.” Laughed Quintus, dropping his tired arm.

       “That’s fine, my darlings.” Chuckled the Holy Mother. “Don’t start on her arse yet. I’ve had an idea.”

      And turning to Sister Gloria she said.

      “Get the Slut up on her feet again, sweetheart. She’s got a little more walking to do.”

      And amid cheering from the crowd, the women unstrapped the loudly crying Sofia from the Block and forced the naked, screaming girl, bruised and bleeding back, front and bottom, to walk across the floor to where a wooden ‘gibbet’ was erected. When she saw the ‘gibbet’ Sofia stopped and tried to back away from the grim structure, but the laughing women would not let her turn away and forced her to keep hobbling, painfully, to her fate.

      At the ‘gibbet, the women stopped the wining, weeping Slut at a lift and both Claudia and Gloria escorted her onto this lift and rode up with her to where the thing stopped, about half way up the ‘gibbet’, about 15 foot off the floor, and there the Holy Mother raised her hands for silence.

      “We have decided that at this point in the proceedings, that this snivelling Bitch shall hang.” She looked at the condemned girl, whose tearful eyes had lit up with hope at the prospect. “You needn’t look so hopeful, you Slut. You won’t enjoy this hanging one little bit.”

      And while the crowd looked on with eager anticipation, the Abbes and Gloria pushed the groaning Slut to the back of a platform that jutted out under the arm of the ‘gibbet’ and where a long slim rope hung from the ‘gibbet arm’ and the end of which lay curled up on a peg.

      Sister Gloria stood behind the sobbing girl and gripped her arms to hold her steady while Claudia took the rope off the peg and, holding the end, threw the surplus length over the edge of the platform. She then took the metal clips at the end of the rope and clipped them onto the metal attachment rings on the leather loops tightly binding the weeping girl’s hugely swollen breasts.

      “Oh, God almighty! No! Not that!” Sofia began to scream, shaking her bedraggled head from side to side. “Not that! Not by my breasts. NO! NO! NOOOOOOO!”

      “Silence!” Claudia shouted, slapping the trembling girl’s lovely tear soaked face with the palm of her hand. The condemned girl’s head snapped back and her screaming dropped to a sustained trembling moan that filled the Great Hall and excited the bloodthirsty crowd.

      “Now, I should tell you, Gentlemen and Ladies.” Claudia addressed the crowd. “That hanging a person is a very skilled operation. And this hanging has been worked out, to the last detail, by a Specialist Computer. Every thing about this Bitch, her height, her weight, her build, everything, had been fed into that Computer and this ‘Gibbet’ has been built to accommodate those precise measurements. Watch carefully. This should be fun.”

      The two giggling women, pushed a snivelling, wining Sofia out onto the projecting platform, where she stood, naked and trembling, before the silent, rutting onlookers. When they were satisfied the condemned girl was standing in just the right position, Gloria pressed the button and both she and Claudia, returned to floor level.

      Once on the floor, the two Nuns joined the group of eagerly waiting assistants whose leering faces were looking up at the trembling, naked figure of the terrified, condemned Slut.

      “If we girls just stand with our pretty toes on this curved line on the floor, we will all get the best view in the Hall.” Giggled Claudia. While the cruel women carefully stood in the semi-circle as the line indicated, Antonio, his big cock stiff again, stood behind his Lady Wife and, to her delight, crouched down and thrust his throbbing length into her pouting arsehole.

      “Quintus, my darling.” Claudia crooned to her scrawny aged lover. “Get that spiky sleeve off your cock and accommodate me as Antonio is accommodating his Lady Wife and mount my arse as we watch?”

      Delighted, a now naked Quintus quickly mounted the Holy Mother’s plump, round arse and, with a claw like hand squeezing each of her big jugs, he thrust his twelve inch length, deep into her boiling bowels.

     “Are we all ready?” Claudia giggled her fiery eyes fixed on the shaking, groaning girl’s badly abused body, while pushing her big bum back onto her lover’s pulsing shaft. “Alright Gloria. Drop the Bitch.”

      Sister Gloria quickly pulled the lever on the ‘Gibbet’s base.

      The platform / trapdoor, on which Sofia was standing, dropped down with a loud BANG! To the eager watchers, the horrified girl’s naked body seemed to stand in the air for a split-second. Then, the shrieking girl dropped like a stone, straight down to where the small group of delighted spectators were standing. When her crippled toes reached a level of three foot off the ground, the rope’s end reached its full extension and stopped, but Sofia’s plump body dropped another foot before it was yanked to a stop and bounced up and down on the grossly stretched bases of her great jugs.

       The delighted group of assistants squealed gleefully, clapped their hands and added their jeers to those of the audience and both Quintus and Antonio shot thick jets of boiling spunk deep into the welcoming bowels of the excited women they were vigorously buggering. As the shocked girl’s rigid body jerked to a stop at the end of her rope, her toes still a foot or so off the floor, the group could clearly see that her dark purple breasts had, indeed, stopped with the rope, at six feet off the ground, the hugely swollen gauds of flesh were now at bursting point, and the skin and flesh of their compressed bases grossly stretched up a good foot from her chest. As she hung there in agony, her head hung back, her wide horrified eyes, staring at the ruin of her once beautiful breasts, her lovely mouth wide open in a chocking, silent shriek, Sofia lost control of her bowels and a string of big turds shot like fat brown sausages from her open, bulging anus, to lay in a stinking pile a yard behind her.

      As Antonio and Quintus extracted their reeking pricks from their partners clenching rectums, Gloria skilfully moved the ‘gibbet’s pulley until the groaning girl was hanging directly over the steaming pile of turds and then lowered her until the injured toes were just inches off the pile.

      “There, now we can thrash her arse again, while she hangs there by those huge udders.” Laughed Claudia, and she handed Rosa and Clair a cane each and lead them behind the hanging girl’s back.

      “Take up your positions, girls.” She cried, looking at the silent Slut’s split and swollen buttocks. “Two hundred hard strokes across her fat arse. That’s one hundred cuts a piece. You can start now.”

      Eagerly Clair raised her arm and brought her rod sweeping across Sofia’s big, blistered, black and blue bum.

      CRACK! Splash!

      “WAAAAAAAAAAARH!” The hanging girl yelled, as the heavy stroke cut across the swollen welts raised on her fat arse by the last flogging it had received, splitting the black mounds and splashing fresh blood over the naked floggers and trickling down her full, striped thighs.

      Rosa’s cut was swift to follow.

      CRACK! Splash!

      “NYYYAAAAAAAAAAAH!” The girl bellowed, her body shuddering on its rope.

      CRACK! Splash!

      Went Clair’s second cut, splashing blood back over her own ripe breasts and naked belly.

      “WWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

      Shrieked the hanging Slut in response.

      CRACK! Splash! “AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

      CRACK! Splash! “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

      CRACK! Splash! “NEEEEEEEEEERRRH!”

      CRACK! Splash! “EEEEEEEEAAAAAAAH!”

      While the two girls enthusiastically beat the condemned Slut’s big, bleeding arse, the Holy Mother watched with interest.

      “The Bitch isn’t bouncing around much on that rope. Not nearly as much as I thought she would.” Claudia said to Gloria, with disappointment.

     “No. She’s not.” Answered the big Nun, pondering the point. “I think her udders are giving her agony. She probably finds it less painful to just hang there and let her arse take the heat.”

      “Well, I’m not having that.” Said the Abbess, while the two floggers continued to thrash the screaming girl’s bleeding bum. “Having those great udders giving her agony while her fat arse gets flayed, is the whole point of this exercise.”

      “I think I might have an idea.” Smirked Gloria and ran to some equipment laid out on a table. Picking up an implement, she hurried back to her Mother Superior.

      “This will make her jump about.” She leered, and showed her lover a two feet long Electric Prong. Slim and straight, the delightful instrument had a small U shaped electrode at its tip and when Gloria pressed its button, a strong blue spark crackled from point to point.

      “Oooooo! That’s just what I need!” Claudia squealed with glee. “Now we’ll see the Slut dance.”

      And she stepped in front of the screaming, jerking girl and thrust the tip of the Prong into the top of the Slut’s cuntcrack and the two points of the electrode each side of hanging girl’s stiff and bloated clitoris.

      Claudia gleefully pressed the Prong’s button and the powerful blue electric spark shot into the hanging girl’s big stiff tickler with a loud crackle.

      “OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWHH!” Sofia shrieked, her vibrating tickler swelling up to an alarming size as the powerfully shocking blue spark crackled into and around it.

      “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAH!” The Slut continued to scream as she tried to buck her bursting clit away from the Prong’s shocking tip. Filled with stinging agony, the fingers of her bound hands, franticly clutching at nothing, she bucked on the tort rope, her swollen stretching jugs bouncing up and down like balls on elastic and as she pulled back her shuddering cunt from the high electric current she presented her enthusiastic floggers with a beautifully rounded target for their cruel canes.  

      CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

      Went the two naked young women as they laughingly flayed the screaming Slut’s big rounded arse.

       “AAAAAAAAAGH! MY BREASTS! EEEEEEEEEEAAAH! MY BOTTOM! NNNNNAAAAAAR!” Sofia shrieked as she bounced and danced and kicked around on the end of the rope.

      Despite all her wriggling the tortured girl couldn’t avoid the powerful SHOCK of the wicked electrode. Claudia, laughing with delight, carefully kept the Prong’s tip in place on the dancing Slut’s big bursting clitty. The Lady Clitia, gloating over her Slave’s brutal punishment, moved to the Holy Mother’s side and began running her beautifully kept soft hands over Claudia’s voluptuous, sweatcoated body.

      “Oooo, yes, my lovely.” The lustful Abbess laughed to her lovely lecherous friend. “Do my clitty while I’m frying hers.”

      And straight away, the delighted Patrician Lady dropped her right hand to the Holy Mother’s stiffly swollen tickler and began milking it in her skilled fingers.

     For many minuets, Sofia’s arse was flayed while she swung by her great, swollen udders, from the rope of the ‘gibbet’ with the cruel electric Prong shocking her bloated clit. Dancing, bouncing, legs scissoring and kicking in the air as if she were riding a bicycle, the tortured girl shrieked her way through the 200 stroke flaying of her roasted buttocks, while Lady Clitia skilfully masturbated the Holy Mother to a juice spurting orgasm. When it was over, Claudia turned away from the sobbing girl’s swinging body.

      “Right, my darlings.” Claudia spoke to her excited assistants while leaving the distraught and exhausted Sofia hanging by her swollen udders on the rope. “The disobedient Bitch has had all her 800 cuts and it’s now time to get on with the more serious business of her punishment. The Amputations.

 

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