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binding them tightly together. When they were tied and cinched down nicely, more rope was used around her forearms, upper arms and chest to lash her arms tightly to her body. Even if her wrists had not been tied, she would be unable to move her arms from that position. In front, the ropes passed around her above and below the large breasts. Each turn of rope was jerked as tightly as Stella could force it, and the knots were multiple and tied far from the fingers. It was as if Susie had been deprived of her hands and arms.
    “One of you bastards get over here, thread this rope through that ring and pull on it,” she ordered, pointing to the rope trailing from Susie’s ankles. One of the men looked to Raszini, who nodded approval, then he came around the camera to do as ordered.
    Still standing on her feet as the man positioned the chair next to her so he could stand on it and thread the rope through the ring, Susie realized what was going to happen. As the man pulled, her feet would be pulled out from under her and she would fall. To avoid that, she knelt down and allowed herself to slowly fall to one side. When he set the chair aside and took up the end of the rope, Susie was lying on her side. Her feet slowly lifted from the floor, higher and higher, until she was resting on her bound arms with her legs and hips totally off the floor.
    “Continue,” Stella ordered. Susie’s feet went higher, and in a few seconds she was hanging totally upside down, her head a good two feet off the floor.
    Stella knelt down so she could take a handful of Susie’s long black hair and jerked it to bring her face closer to hers. “Now we’re going to begin hurting you,” she hissed. “I certainly hope that you like pain because you’re going to get plenty of it.” She gave Susie’s hair a jerk to one side that set Susie to swinging like a pendulum.
    Positioning herself to one side of Susie, Stella brought the riding crop up and then struck downward quickly. A loud slap and Susie jerked. The riding crop had struck her breast and left a red mark on the bottom of it. There followed half a dozen strokes, evenly divided between both breasts and leaving the undersides of her breasts an angry red in color, and caused tears to begin working their way up Susie’s head.
    The brave girl tried to hold it in, but the stinging pain in her breasts made her cry. She was very proud of those globes and was becoming afraid that they might be damaged by this black-clad woman.
    “She’s just getting warmed up,” Raszini told the man next to him. “Just watch.” There was an evil glow in his eyes as he took in the hanging woman’s suffering.
    After two dozen more strikes to those breasts, this time on the fronts, and copious tears, Stella stepped back. She had been striking as hard as she could, but, as Raszini had pointed out, she was only warming up. There was a large black purse sitting to one side. From that, Stella took a short whip; a stiff handle of twelve inches in length, from which there was another twelve inches of braided leather ending with a short piece of stiffened leather. It was that stiff end that was called a “snapper” and would cause the most pain.
    Before Susie could get a good look at the whip, Stella was in position and swinging it directly at her breasts. This time there was no yelp but a good scream as Susie jerked her body back. The end of the whip had kissed the soft flesh of her nipple, sending a jolt of pain shooting into her breast.
    Through her tears, Susie could see the whip going back in preparation for another blow. “No, no!” she cried out, but the whip again swished towards her breasts. She could not twist away in time and the snapper caught her other nipple squarely. She yelled loudly and jerked again.
    The pain must have been stronger than the first stroke because her body jerked and twisted wildly for a long time.
    “Please, no more!” Susie called out between her sobs. “Please!”
    As if aroused