"Uh! Ahhh! Mmmmffff!"

Rhonda was gagging on her own spit, chewing down on the ball again and again while her thighs trembled from pain and horror. Jack noticed this and brought the crop down hard against her rippling thigh muscles. All her nerve endings were aroused and tingling as he brought the crop down next against her spine, cracking the leather again and again while fingering her cunt. She grunted, his knuckles pressing against her clit while his fingers raped her fuck-hole.

Jack stopped for a second, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand, then gripping the base of the crop more tightly. He brought the leather thongs down across her ass, making the flesh blaze red until Rhonda thought she would faint from the pain. The hissing, whistling, clacking sound of the five black leather thongs combined with her muffled screams. The tempo of the beating seemed to increase in both speed and intensity.

Rhonda could only howl like a mad woman, her ass jerking up and down, her flesh growing red and purple with welts while cunt juice bubbled from her pussy and ran down her inner thighs. She wriggled her ass, her buns so very hot from the thrashing.

Just when she thought she would faint from the agony, Jack stopped, moving up to her and cinching the crop around her throat. He pulled back, the leather thongs tightening around the collar and pressing into her windpipe.

"Nnnnfnnffff!"

Rhonda's eyes bulged, her nostrils flaring while her lungs nearly burst from lack of oxygen. Struggling, feeling her legs move back and forth in those horrid leg irons, Rhonda sucked in spit instead of oxygen. She was dying, the world seeming to spin.