"Higher, pull her higher," Karen ordered.

Jack and Rick grunted. Pieces of wood from the beam rained down on them as they yanked.

Camey screamed, only her shoulder blades and the back of her neck now touching the floor. The muscles in her legs and thighs were beginning to cramp while the rope was cutting into the flesh of her ankles. The two young men paused for a second, wiping their sweaty foreheads on their muscular upper arms, then went back to pulling.

"That's it. Leave her head dangling about a foot off the floor," Karen said, smiling as she watched Camey's body finally hoisted clear of the floor.

"Ohhhhhh, God, God, help meeeee!" Camey wailed.

The pressure on her ankles and legs was terrible. She was hanging from the ceiling upside down like a side of beef. Her body swung slightly from side to side, turning slowly. Camey was completely helpless. She thought her legs would pull out of her hip joints. Once or twice she tried to curl up, reaching her hands toward her ankles in a desperate attempt to lessen the pressure of the ropes against her flesh.

"I think I'm going to have some fun now," Karen mused out loud, moving back, her eyes riveted on the hanging blonde girl while she reached down and pulled out what appeared to be a short stick of some kind. Unraveling several strands sticking from one end of it, Karen showed the blonde teen that the stick was actually a buggy whip!

"Oh, why, why?" Camey sobbed, her flesh already stinging.

Karen stepped up to her, fingering the strips of black leather on the end of the whip, licking her lips with excitement.

"Why? There doesn't have to be a reason why," Karen mocked, her eyes narrowing.

"I… don't understand," Camey stammered, watching that whip as the older woman stepped back.

"Some people are born to dominate. There's nothing more to it than that. You tried to upset that order," Karen said, her smile fading. "Now, I'm here to correct that."