Whips
The whimpering bitch is on her back, cold steel hard against hershoulders and ass. Shackles an inch thick hold her wrists and anklesto the execution table. The locks are slaved to her heartbeat; sheknows with one hundred percent certainty that she will not leave thistable alive.She stares in horror at the five men who stand before her. Physically,they are virtually identical: tall, strong, muscular. They are barechested. They wear skintight black leather pants and executioner'shoods. She...