On my way to the door, I rest a hand on the back of the Hole’s masked head. XXX “Address me as daddy, you Rapewhore. Tracy’s hips begin to move forward before the whip strikes her. She heard that one, alright. For her disobedience, I give her the greatest hell I could think of. Exhausted from the effort, Tracy almost collapses afterwards. “One of the Whores will draw you a bubble bath, so you can clean up and relax a bit. The Post shrieks in surprised pain before regaining her composure. Her hips slap against the Hole’s ass over and over. To save her?” I ask Tracy as I whip her ass again. And then another. For her disobedience, I give her the greatest hell I could think of. Around her neck, a padlocked
