She gasped and choked, terrified out of her mind.

"Open your legs!" William snapped.

Mirabelle gurgled in horror as she slid her legs apart. The more she spread her legs, the more pressure was applied to her neck.

"Wider!" William snapped.

Mirabelle tried to obey, but her feet almost off the floor. She couldn't do it.

"If I lower you a link or two, you can do it." William said. "How about it?"

Mirabelle gasped and tried to nod, her head spinning from lack of air.

"Ask nicely."

"Pluuurrss!" Mirabelle gurgled as she swung on the chain.

William laughed and lowered her a couple of inches. It wasn't much better, but at least Mirabelle could now hold her legs wide open and breathe more easily. She spread her legs, sobbing as she waited for his perverted desires.

Then she screwed.

William held a whip in his hand, a short handled whip, with knotted tails, and it swung cagily in his hand as he grinned at her.

"You just tell me when you wanna rub your pussy for us," William said, swinging the whip.

It happened so fast that Mirabelle didn't have time to react.

The whip swung up, then came down until the tails brushed the floor. Quickly William lashed up, right between her open thighs. The knotted tails bit into her pussy and she screwed.

Mirabelle gripped the chain, her body tossing, as agony erupted from her clit. Her thighs closed, she twisted, staring at her tormentor.

"Open your legs!" William snapped.

Mirabelle couldn't believe it. He whipped right across her tits, beating sheer agony into her flesh. One of the clamps was yanked off her nipple and went bouncing across the floor as her gurgling scream echoed through the room.