Marie bit down on the ball-gag, feeling the achey pressure in her jaws as he walked toward her, his prick swinging back and forth like a heavy tree limb in the wind. He moved to the fight, still tapping that awful-looking thing rhythmically against one palm.

Suddenly he cocked his arm, the thongs crackling in the air. The leather came down against her shoulder, biting into her flesh.

Marie gagged as the sharp pain seemed to wrench her guts inside out. Her eyes opened wide while hot tears began to well up behind them. The panic showed in her face now as she struggled against the ropes binding her to the bed.

Brad stood back. His cock seemed to vow smother inch.

"That's the best you've looked for a long lime, I'll bet," Brad said sarcastically, running the tip of the cold leather crop over her naked ass.

Marie shivered at the touch, her flesh puckering up around her asshole while her cunt muscles spasmed and cramped. He was teasing her, letting the black leather drape over her ass, the knotted tips of the leather straps barely brushing against her pussy.

Marie bit down on the ball-gag again, her face a mask of terrible concentration while her forehead creased. She writhed once more, feeling the sweaty sheet gathering up against her asscheeks. She tried to move her ass back, but it was so hard to move. And that awful stinging in her shoulders from the last blow seemed to go on forever!

The ropes were starting to cut into her flesh, the rough hemp feeling like tiny knives slicing into her skin. She looked pleadingly at the big man.