"Oh, please," she whispered, watching his arm draw back, the whip hanging almost to the floor over his shoulder.

Terrified, she could only pull desperately against the ropes as he suddenly, almost casually, flicked his wrist forward and the leather caressed her tit, the knotted end biting savagely into her nipple. She screamed in agony as the pain ran through her body and the red stripe appeared across her tit.

The whip came at her again, on the other tit. She screamed and threw herself against the ropes as the pain shot out again and the red curving tit flesh showed where the whip had landed.

"Oh, please, please," she begged, watching as he whipped her again, adding another mark of torment to her tits. "I'll be good."

But nothing stopped him. Repeatedly he whipped her, getting back for all the time she had flaunted those wonderful tits in his face and never let him touch them.

John stepped closer, running his fingers over the red and hot flesh of her tits.

"Now you see what you get for teasing me," he said with no remorse at all. "Beg me to fuck you, or I'll whip you again."

"Oh no, please, don't do that again," Sally begged, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Then beg me to fuck you."

"Oh, please, don't make me… aaagggh!" she yelled as his fingers pinched the throbbing flesh of her nipple.

"Beg me to fuck you."

"Oh please, please fuck me, please, anything, please… please."

"That's better," said John, taking his fingers from her tits. He took his huge cock out of his pants and held her at the hips, running his hands down and over her spread thighs. Slowly he put the tip of his prick at the mouth of her cunt, working it over the slick flesh, damp from her pussy juices.

"Oh no, please, I'll be good," Sally said.

He rammed his cock right up her hot little cunt, until her body was speared on his fucker and the ropes over the beam held practically none of her weight at all.