My ankles were bound to the balcony railing. I dangled, naked and bleeding; I stared at the eighteen stories below me. The crack of the whip echoed down the void, the searing pain of it striking my skin sizzled through me.
My cunt was wetter than a monsoon, my juices dripping up my body. I watched my cum roll like a river, mixing with sweat and blood. The whip came again, and again, and again, painting lattice work across my back.
I prayed for help, for an end. I prayed for anything but to fall. I was terrified of heights, but my body was compensating. The whip bit my nipple, and I screamed across empty air. I see you walk up, and I wonder what action you’ll take. Free me, and I’ll forever be your sweet sex slave. Whip me, if it pleases You Master. Let me fall if you’re finished playing with your precious pussy-cat, Master. I close my eyes, and wait.
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