Chloe looked up. He seemed forever away in distance from her contorted position on the floor. Her delicate wrists were bound behind her back with thick steel cuffs, reflecting the light from the dim hanging bulb dangling from the ceiling. With her knees bent, ankles tied to her thighs, she squirmed as though his view burned her skin. Damien left her in her pink bikini panties and a dainty little black lace bra they barely covered the nipples. Chloe's tiny formed lay on the floor, vulnerable to more than Damien's view. She had been a very naughty girl today and she knew it was time to be punished. The gag in her mouth allowed her to release barely a whimper.
"Tell me. Say it again," Damien bellowed. His voice creeping over her exposed flesh like a strip of warm velvet. She knew he was talking about her misdeeds of the day. Once again she struggles against the ball obstructing her speech and stretching her jaw unimaginably. When she failed to speak properly, the flesh of her backside was scorched with another snap of the whip. The welts burned and she screamed against the rubber sphere.
"Louder, girl. LOUDER! I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR YOU YET!" Damien emphasized his demands with sharp cracks from the single whip in his hand. Pausing momentarily, he dropped the whip onto the metal table with the other toys and leaned in front of Chloe. Gently tracing her tear marks, he ran his ran to the back of her hand, yanking out the gag. Damien traced her lips lightly with his finger before standing again.
"Now Kitten," he said calmly, "how do you think we should solve this little issue of ours? Huh?" Damien stood above the quivering figure on the concrete floor. He carefully fingered each whip, each belt, restraint and toy. Taking a moment to carefully decide, he picked up a cat o' nine tails. "Not going to answer me, slut?" Damien brought the cat o' nine tails down hard over her skin. The blades tore at the fabric of her panties and bra, slowly stripping the screaming girl. The strips of cotton fell off her trembling body and into little piles below her. Damien flipped her over onto her back, baring the tender skin of her belly, tits and slit. With excess pressure, the whip flew through the air with a whistle, landing over her large breasts and slender tummy. Chloe screamed out, crying, yet refraining to say a word. She knew if she made any effort to speak, it would only be worse.