Was it Tammy?
Or was it Roberta Jean Richardson's conscience?
The tall and muscular blonde bombshell gripped the buckle end of the belt so tightly that her knuckles were whitened.
The menacing and hot-tempered tough chick then raised her right arm, her whipping arm, slowly over her head, just as if she were deliberately cocking the hammer of an old-fashioned pistol before firing.
Then down came the arm.
Hard.
The black leather strap made an ugly whistling sound, like bombs over London, as it moved through the air.
Crack!
Roberta Jean brought the strap turned whip down across both of Tammy's large tits at the same time.
Roberta Jean Richardson held nothing back. She grunted with her exertion as she brought the belt down.
Roberta Jean was working up a sweat of her own, the steamy sweat caused by the sadistic work she was doing.
The blonde bombshell laughed with delight, baring her teeth as she heard the crack of the leather against flesh.
The truth of the matter was that Tammy heard the sound of the strap biting into her tit flesh a fraction of a second before she felt the pain. It took her terrified nervous-system that long to get the dreadful message to her brain.
Then the pain did strike.
It struck hard.
It bit into the reeling gray matter of Tammy's brain. "OWWWWWWWW!" Tammy Cunningham yelled at the top of her lungs.
The redhead could feel the pain spreading outward from her boobs to affect all of the nerve-endings in her body – with the exception, of course, of those in her hands and feet where Tammy could feel nothing at all.
The redhead could feel the pain spreading to envelope her.
The pain spread just as the pleasure of an orgasm would have.
The belt had come down across Tammy Cunningham's left nipple very hard – and this seemed to Tammy to be the point at which her pain was most severe. She looked down at that nipple and she could see that the nipple was swelling grossly.
The nipple was beginning to discolor.
It was turning purple.
Tammy Cunningham correctly assumed that the entire front side of her body was going to be black and blue by the time Roberta Jean Richardson stopped whipping her.
Crack!
Whack!
Smack!
Crack!
Roberta Jean was careful not to bring the whip down in the same place twice. This would have been a bloody waste of time as far as the blonde bombshell was concerned. Roberta Jean Richardson knew that Tammy's nerve-endings were being numbed and deadened by each blow, and she saw no point in striking the redhead somewhere were the bitchy redhead could no longer feel it. The tall and muscular blonde bombshell concentrated on striking the other nipple, so that both of Tammy Cunningham's feminine erections at the tips of her knockers were grossly swollen.
Tammy tried not to scream out with pain. Tammy Cunningham did not want Roberta Jean Richardson to have the satisfaction of knowing how much she was hurting her.
The recently rendered submissive redhead bit her lower lip hard to keep from crying out anymore. But it was no use. Tammy could tell that her efforts to keep her screams inside were inevitably going to be in vain.
Crack!
Whack!
Smack!
Crack!
Roberta Jean whipped the cleavage at the tops of Tammy's tits, the y-shaped cleft just below Tammy's rather slender neck.
Roberta Jean whipped at the base of Tammy's tits, and at the base of her slightly protruding ribcage.
The blonde bombshell was determined to keep whipping the redhead until her arm became tired with the exertion of her thoroughly sadistic abuse.
The tall and muscular blonde bombshell was going to whip Tammy Cunningham until she became bored with this form of abuse. The menacing and hot-tempered tough chick had more in store for Tammy.
Much more.
The worst was Still yet to come for the bound woman.
Roberta Jean began to strike the flat plain of Tammy's stomach with the black leather belt. She struck above the redhead's dimpled and concave bellybutton, then below the navel, at Tammy Cunningham's soft underbelly. The recently rendered submissive redhead could feel the belt digging into her abdomen.
Her loins.
It was at this point, as the leather burned into her loins, that Tammy Cunningham could no longer hold her screams inside. She stopped biting her lower lip.
Tammy had been biting her lower lip so hard that her upper tooth had come close to popping through the puffy flesh.
The pain from the whipping was so severe that Tammy Cunningham all but forgot the egg-sized knot on the back of her head from where she had smacked her head against the pavement outside THE GOLDEN GREEK'S BAR AND GRILL AND BOWUNG LANES.
"Please, please, please, please, please, please, stop. Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! I cannot take it anymore. I cannot take the pain anymore! You are making my entire body hurt! You are making my whole fucking body hurt! You are killing me. Roberta Jean! Roberta Jean! You are killing me with the motherfucking whip! You are killing me with the motherfucking whip! I cannot take it anymore!Please! Please! Please! Stop it! For God's sake, can't you see that you are killing me! Owwwwwww!" Tammy screamed.
This outburst of hysterical screaming only made Roberta Jean Richardson want to hurt her bound nemesis that much worse.
Like a baseball pitcher who was in a jam, Roberta Jean reached back for something extra and really let Tammy have it, striking again and again into the redhead's loins.
Crack!
Whack!
Smack!
Crack!
Great big tears were welling in Roberta Jean's sworn enemy's eyes. Those tears spilling out of Tammy's eyes and began to roll down her face. Her nose was running.
The redhead was drooling slippery spittle onto her chin.
Tammy could tell that her face was being stained by the tracks of her tears as they dripped down over her dirty cheeks and bruised cheekbones. Tammy Cunningham could feel her tears dripping all the way down to the corners of her mouth. Those rivulets of saltwater worked their way right into Tammy's mouth and eventually onto her tongue.
They tasted bitter.
Tammy Cunningham's tears tasted as if they had been tainted and poisoned by her unadulterated despair.
Her terror.
Her pain.
The recently rendered submissive redhead could feel her eyes swelling because of the tears she was spilling.
She was tossing her head from side to side more enthusiastically than ever. Her eyes became so swollen that Tammy Cunningham was shocked to find that she could only blink with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty.
The insides of Tammy Cunningham's eyelids felt as if they had magically and suddenly been transformed into a particularly rough variety of sandpaper.
Crack!
Whack!
Smack!
Crack!
Roberta Jean began to whip at the insides of Tammy's bound-open thighs, where the nerve-endings were clustered particularly densely. Roberta Jean Richardson was whipping one of Tammy Cunningham's most hypersensitive regions.
Again, Roberta Jean was careful not to whip Tammy twice in the same place. She whipped the right inner thighs and then the left inner thigh – and then the right inner thigh once again. She whipped the fronts of the thighs and then Tammy's shins. Roberta Jean Richardson even whipped at the tops of Tammy's feet.
The tall and muscular blonde bombshell's arm was starting to get tired. The menacing and hot-tempered tough chick could feel herself getting bored with this form of abuse. Roberta Jean could see that the entire front side of Tammy's body was striped with the welts the whip had raised.
Just to be cruel, more psychologically than physically, Roberta Jean decided to whip Tammy Cunningham's tits a little more, concentrating the force of her blows on the redhead's already grossly swollen nipples. Tammy could tell that the icy sweat of her fear and pain had a different odor that the hot and steamy sweat of her exertion. Tammy Cunningham found that the cold sweat that was oozing from each and every one of her pores at that moment had the bitter and almondy scent of the devil. The recently rendered submissive redhead remembered what the blonde had said about being the mistress of Satan himself. Roberta Jean's sworn enemy could not help but think that Roberta Jean Richardson was telling the truth when she spoke those words.