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clipped her sides, even her belly when she turned nearly 180 degrees.
           Jessup was right on that. “Enough!” He moved forward and stilled her with his hand.
           Then moving to the winch that worked the pulleys, he raised
Shelby
’s body above the concrete floor. The strain pulled her shoulder muscles until she thought they might jerk from their sockets. “I’d suggest you exercise a little restraint if you want to stay in one piece,” he taunted her, his breath hot against her ear.
           Her body heat rose with his awesome display of savagery.
           “This will kill me!” she shouted.      
           “Oh, I doubt that.” He remained amused by her anguish.
           Another twenty lashes came down against her back, then he moved to her front side and stared into her frightened eyes.
           “Hurts, doesn’t it?”
           “Please, have some mercy.”
           “Mercy,” he chortled. “You expect me to be merciful. I’ve told you who I am, don’t doubt that, Ms. Ryan.”
           Facing her with brutal determination, he picked up another, shorter strap and began to whip the tender skin of her thrust-out breasts.
           “Yeeeeeeeeawwwwwwwww! Nonono!” Unable to control her physical response, she jerked erratically despite his warning, while her screams bounced off the walls, reverberating through the entire prison.
           Lowering his aim to her belly and thighs produced the same anguished response from his helpless victim.
           When finally the whipping stopped, Jessup moved to the side of the room and lowered her feet back to the ground. But he was on her again seconds later, snapping two clamps on her reddened nipples. From the clamps he dangled heavy weights. He then picked up a Billy club and began to work the head of it at the opening of her pussy.
           “Well, I see you’re not dry,” he sneered.
           He pushed a little and the head of the club moved inside the slickened space of her vagina.
           “You’re making this too easy,” he taunted. “Maybe you like this too much. Is that is, Ms. Ryan?”
           “No, you’re wrong.”
           “Really?” He observed her with a careful eye. “What I think is that you are a real masochist. Could that be true?”
           “I don’t know what you mean.”
           “Don’t take me for a fool.” He jerked down on the nipple clamps to hear a genuine whimper, then a frightful shriek when she felt a whip slash against her back. Grueter had returned to the cell. “Maybe the bullwhip will make you talk,” Jessup proposed.
           “No!” she shrieked again.
           Using the Billy club to fuck her cunt, Jessup quickly tore away her fear and forced her down a road of masochistic gratification. Her twisted mind worked against her. She wanted to scream to make him stop, to make Grueter end the painful whipping, but the strange pleasure centering in her love hole turned any screaming into condemning moans. Her chest heaved with lust, as did her entire turned-on crotch.
           “We got a real live one here, boys.”
           Boys?
          
Shelby
sensed rightly that there were other men around her, not just Grueter and Jessup. She opened her eyes on at least four, who stood on the perimeter of the cell with their hardened faces and their eyes gleaming in a provocative way that made
Shelby
seize up in terror the moment she realized what would happen next.
           “She needs some softening up, and don’t hold back,” Jessup said.
           Twisting in frightened anguish, she saw the Colonel stroll away, leaving her to a cell full of horny men.
           Within seconds,
Shelby
’s feet were hoisted into the air and cuffs buckled around her ankles. With the pulleys adjusting her head and pussy to a man’s waist height, she was turned into their fuck toy, to