"Now tell me you'll do everything I say!" Rose snapped, lashing Gillian's ass, tearing off another strip of her panties.

"Yes, yes, I will! I promise! I won't – urrghhh! I won't do anything wrong, I promise!" Gillian screamed, as the whip tore away another strip of her panties.

She clung to the tabletop, her tears pooling on the polished surface.

"Stand up!" Rose snapped.

Very slowly, her whole body aching horribly, Gillian pulled herself upright, sobbing and weeping. She looked behind her and saw her whipped, bruised ass, and the remains of her panties, still clinging around her waist. Farther down were the remains of her pantyhose, ripped, and shredded on her calves.

"Push your tits out," Rose said.

Gillian hurried to obey, pushing her lovely tit mounds out over the tabletop, her fingers wriggling in the bonds that held them. She gasped, as the strap tightened around her neck. She pulled her hands back up to allow herself to breathe.

It was horrible, degrading, to have to stand there as Dean and Rose ran their hands over her body. Her body was luscious. Her long legs curved from slim ankles to shapely calves and trim knees. The curves of her thighs led upward to the tight swell of her ass and the mound of her pussy, which hid the secrets of her cunt in its deep folds. Her hips curved into a slim waist, then on up to a wonderful pair of tits.

Her nipples were hard, her aureoles lightly covered. And her face, though red with shame, was still soft and beautiful, alluring in its innocence.

"Well, baby, you're worth it; worth every moment," Rose murmured, sliding her hand over Gillian's tits.