"You little bastards," Wanda said, feeling a jolt of pain tear into her brain. "Wait until your father gets back. I'll see to it that he beats the living shit out of you."

"Hit her with the whip," Brenda said, getting to her feet, her chest heaving with anger. "See how she likes it."

"Don't you dare," Wanda said when she saw Jimmy lift the leather strap.

"Hit her, you big sissy," Brenda said to Jimmy. "Don't tell me you're afraid of that old cunt."

Both Mike and Jimmy still seemed too stunned to react. They were looking back and forth from their stepmother to Brenda.

"Shut up, you little whore," Wanda said, rising to her feet. "I'll take that whip to you again and…"

Before Wanda could jerk the whip from Jimmy's hand, Brenda raced over to the boy and yanked the leather away. With pure loathing in her eyes, she cracked the whip, hitting Wanda across the check.

"There… bitch," Brenda said, hitting Wanda once more. "Teach you to hit me…"

"Are you going to let her do that to me?" Wanda screamed, looking at Mike and Jimmy.

To her horror, both her stepsons began grinning. Shame and humiliation burned into Wanda's mind at the turn of events.

"Stop her!" Wanda screamed, retreating from the lashing whip. "I order it!"

"Oh, fuck you," Mike said, sending a chill up and down Wanda's spine.

What happened next horrified Wanda even more. Jimmy and Mike grabbed both her arms, then yanked her housecoat away. Then, as she stood between them fully naked, Brenda began hitting her over and over with the whip.

"Ohhhh… God, stop her!" Wanda begged. "She's killing me!"

"Hold her there," Brenda said, her eyes burning with sadistic lust. "Let's beat her to death."

Slowly, the pain ebbed from Wanda's body, and the world seemed to reel about her. A few seconds later, she went limp, darkness closing in like a fiery nightmare.