Karen's fingers closed around the handle of the whip. Camey noticed the slightest tremor of excitement in the woman's right hand as she studied the helpless blonde teen hanging from the ceiling beam.

"Harder, baby, harder," Jack breathed. "Yeah, really slice it into her," Rick said. Both men were cupping their bulging crotches, working their fingers over their dicks while Karen rubbed one end of the buggy whip teasingly over Camey's flesh.

The teenager hissed with terror at the touch of that cold black leather. At times she thought Karen would send the thin leather straps hissing across her skin. But the older woman was only teasing her, probing her tits, at times even rubbing the instrument of torture against her cunt lips.

"Man, make her know she's gettin' a fuckin' good beating," Rick said, anxious to see the show begin again.

"All right," Karen said simply.

Raising her right hand again the tall woman brought the whip down hard between Camey's thighs. The leather thongs struck hard against her clit, sending the girl off into spasms of agony.

"Eeeyyyaaaghhh!" she screamed, writhing insanely as pain ripped through her body. No longer was she thinking about how hot her tender little cunt was. Now Camey was fighting for her sanity, struggling to twist her body around from the killing pain inflicted on her by that terrible whip.

The whip hit her a second time, this blow off to the left. It bruised her left thigh. Again and again Karen brought the leather down. The pulling of the ropes on her ankles seemed to intensify the pain even more. Her asscheeks jiggled and bounced. Karen kept striking the girl's flesh, whipping it again and again, raising welts on her belly and thighs.