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The Sex Slave Program Part 3
Date: 9/26/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy Domination/submission Exhibitionism Slavery, Teen Virginity Author: sexasaurus, Source: sexstories.com
... glass hit the floor. “This is my favorite part” Mick said. “Once you girls hear someone else get whipped, you get nervous. You get so nervous that you drop your glass. Then the rest of the girls get even more nervous.” Mick was absolutely right. The more girls he whipped the more glasses fell. And the more loud cracks and painful shrieks I heard. Eventually only myself and one other girl remained. We each still had both of our glasses. I can do this. I can get away with no lashes. I Kept reminding myself not to move. My hands were getting sweaty. My face itched. But despite my best efforts, my first glass slipped out of my right hand. My heart sank. Without a single warning, I felt the first panful lash against my ass cheeks. I jumped. The lash was right at my pain threshold. I could feel the glass almost fall out of my left hand but luckily I was able to save it. Not a single girl had been able to save her second glass while her ass was being whipped. Some had lasted a couple lashes, but inevitably they dropped the second one and had their tits subsequently whipped. I felt the second ...
... lash against my ass. It was painful, but I concentrated all of that pain into holding my glass. The third lash, the fourth. Immediately after the fifth lash, I heard another glass hit the floor. I could still win this. I wouldn’t get out unscathed, but I could protect my breasts… for now anyway. I made it through the final five lashes without dropping my glass. I let out a sigh of relief. Without hesitation, I heard the first crack of the whip on the other girls glass. She immediately dropped her second glass. I had won. But I still held on to my glass just in case. I listened to the other girl get her remaining nineteen lashes. I heard her cry in pain the same way I had heard the other five girls. Eventually I felt my remaining glass lifted from my hands, and my blindfold taken off my face. “Congratulations” Mick said. I looked around the other girls were all crying. They each had red marks on their breasts and ass. It wasn’t until I wiped my eyes that I realized that I had also been crying. “Keep it together Jenna” I whispered to myself. “You still have a long way to go.” End of chapter 3