ATONEMENT

ATONEMENT

Chapter 8

       The first couple days of the weekend having slowly, agonizingly passed, Bonnie lays on the bed alone, mentally, physically exhausted, only to relive the humiliating experiences in her mind of the most recent days, not to mention the past few weeks.  Every orifice used, abused repeatedly by the Jamaican during an over two hour ‘production’ on Friday night, she still can’t believe his monstrous cock could completely fit inside her, much less not split her apart.  Tossed around like a rag doll, sodomized, deep throated and just plain fucked the old fashioned way while the cameras clicked, the video equipment focused in from the ‘crew’ of the production staff, she can’t even imagine the video.

       Lying naked on her back above the bedspread, still not dried off from having taken the last of three, or was it four long hot showers, she lets her arms rest across her damp chest while cupping her aching breasts.  Yesterday just being another long day of humiliation filled with more pain just like her first trip to this place, a couple sessions split up before and after lunch of being stretched and tormented in front of the same group, she feels the warmth of the slight burning of her skin from being exposed nude most of yesterday under the hot sun for more videos.  Then again, the warmth across her breasts is also certainly the mixed remnant of the countless lashings from the flat razor straps applied across that area of her naked body as she hung by her wrists beneath that apparatus outside the rear of the house.

       Waiting now for what must have been most of the day, relieved, yet somewhat surprised that she was allowed to spend the past evening alone in her room without being used or flogged, she agonizes what’s in store for her next.  Hearing occasional quips from the crew yesterday, a couple tossed out teases obviously meant to antagonize her, she’s certain she’ll be naked and abused again in front of plenty of strangers for another video.  Lying back quietly, still deep in her thoughts, hearing the footsteps in the hallway, the door tapped on with a couple quick raps and it swings open.

       “Okay, Bonnie… Up and at ‘em!... The day’s almost gone.”

       Hearing the female voice, glancing toward the opening door while crossing her arms over her breasts, Bonnie leans upright as she glances toward the pair of women from her first visit, the initial video.  Instantly recognizing them, seeing their garb, both dressed in identical black leather outfits except for one having blonde hair, the other dark, they’d almost pass as twins.  The blonde in the lead, smiling as she steps toward the bed, Bonnie catches a quick glimpse of the dark haired woman carrying a handful of leather apparel.

       “Come on girl… Time’s a wasting… Let’s get dressed.”  The blonde almost jovially orders.  “Stand up… Get off the bed!... Spread those legs and lift those hands above your head!... Get going… You’ve got guests down stairs waiting to see you worked out!”

       Hesitantly obeying she slides across the mattress, breasts swaying free as she arches upward into a sitting position she slips off the bed, stands between the two dominant appearing women.  Virtually ignoring her own nakedness now, she slowly raises her arms above her shoulders, interlocks her fingers above her head.  Humiliated, it’s becoming the norm during her stays here.

       “Damn it girl… Turn round for me!”  The dark haired woman grins, smirking.  “Hope I fucking have a body like that when I’m your age!”  Watching Bonnie obey, glancing over her glistening body while dropping her handful of leather across the bed, she cups both Bonnie’s breasts, gives them a slight bouncing flip as she slowly turns her just a little further to face her.  “Still firm as hell aren’t the?... Nice, full size too!... Damn, they feel good.”  Again cupping, melding both mounds, tweaking the nipples, she looks Bonnie directly into the eyes, asks almost politely.  “What are they?… Bra size I mean………. Well?”

       Glancing back into the dark haired woman’s piercing eyes, reflexively glancing back down toward her cupped breasts, the thickening nipples responding to the teasing tweaks, Bonnie mutters.  “Thirty… Thirty four C.”  Feeling her breasts pushing outward, reflexively following the tugging fingers pinching her stretching nipples, her raised arms sway slightly back behind her head as she repeats herself, this time with more of a grunt,  “They… They’re thirty four C’s…. C’s.”

       “Yea… That’s about what I figured… Nice ass too!”  Bonnie hears the blond behind her.  “She’s right…You’d pass as nearly half your age… No wonder they’re spending so much time with you doing those video’s… You’re a hot little bitch!... Kind of an innocent sexy … But then again… I hear you’re not so innocent, huh?”  The blonde continues. “Anyways… Spread out a little more for us before we dress you up with these straps… Spread that pussy.”  Feeling her butt cheeks being spread, fingers slipping between her thighs into her spreading slit, she barely bites her lower lip as her pubic mound reflexively thrusts forward.  Standing between the women while spreading her feet wider, clenching her fists and stretching out her arms as her breasts, vagina are being roughly manipulated, she finds herself barely groaning.  Holding her grunts back as the women’s fingers explore her naked flesh, she feels the warmth spreading across her blushing face.

       “Don’t move until we tell you to…. Understand?”

       Nodding, arms still slightly swaying back and forth as her fingers separate, hands stretching apart above her head, Bonnie practically whispers.  “Ye… Yes… I… do.”

       Closing her eyes, feeling the leather straps sliding across her bare flesh, being manipulated as the separate straps are fitted, adjusted, she struggles to remain still as the two women work together tightening, fastening them up, down and across her naked body.  Placed across her chest, circling her thighs, her hips, she feels the tensioning of her breasts swelling from the crisscrossing straps above and below her separating globes.  Feeling the blonde gripping her arms from behind, she allows her to slide them down toward her sides, press her elbows together.  Obediently watching in silence as the dark haired woman steps beside her, slips a series of straps from her wrists up to just below her shoulder blades, she feels the tension of the binding straps mount across, confine her naked body.

       Each strap tightened in a series of twists starting down at her wrists and working upward, Bonnie feels the continuous painful tensioning with each jerk as she grunts while her arms are slowly forced closer together behind her.  Her thrust out breasts already mounted between the pair of wider leather straps across her chest, she feels the swelling mounds bounce and jerk while spreading ever wider apart as her elbows are drawn even tighter until they’re finally pressed forcefully together.

       “Ohh!… That… That hurts!”  Bonnie can’t help whining as her shoulders arch back, her breasts thrust out and bounce as she tiptoes.

       “Hush!”  The blonde scolds as she gives another jerk.  “We want these titties to stand out there nice and proud…. Now don’t we?” Giving another yank, watching the swelling mounds bounce, the nipples jiggle, she adds.  “They’re going to be doing quite a bit of bouncing once you’re ready, girlfriend… This ain’t nothing yet. 

       Lowering her gaze, feeling her chin lifted in the palm of the dark haired woman’s hand, she’s forced to look into her eyes.

       “She asked you a question Bonnie.”  She scolds.  “I think I heard her ask if you want those tits pushed out… Now answer her properly!”

       Feeling her cheeks pressing together between the tightening fingers, still looking into the piercing eyes, Bonnie realizes she’s being humiliated as a game between the pair as she stutters.  “Yes… Yes… I want that… Okay.”

       Reaching out with her other hand, gripping the left nipple between her bent thumb and forefinger, a harsh twist and the dark haired woman demands again.  “And what exactly is it you want, Bonnie?”

       “Oomph!”   The sharp pain burning through her breast even as her back’s forced to bow even further, she blurts.  “Yes… I want… Want my titties to… To stand… To stand out… Oomph!... Oomph!”  Grunting, responding to the pain in her bowed shoulders and her clenched nipple, her eyes well up as a tear trickles off her cheek.

       “That’s better, that’s what we thought… You want them standing out there with those nipples bared… To be whipped with a crop… Don’t you?”  The blonde antagonizes as she causally checks the straps with not so gentle tugs.  “Tell us how you can’t wait for those nipples to be whipped raw in front of the video equipment downstairs tonight.”  She adds as she steps around, stands next to the other woman.  “That’s what you’re being prepared for you know… To have those tits really worked over for an entire video session as soon as we take you down there!”

       Eyes blurring, glancing down toward her breasts, Bonnie noticeably trembles as she feels the dark haired woman’s fingers pressing again on her aching nipple.

       “You going to answer now?... You know you are one way or the other… And properly!”  She adds with a series of crisp pinches.

       “Oh God!... Yes!... I… I want… I want my titties whipped…. My nipples whipped for a video!... Ouch!... Yes… I want my titties pushed out like this… And… Ouch!... And… And my nipples cropped until they’re… Oh God!... ‘Till they’re raw, raw!”  She grunts as her knees bow, her stomach flexes, the pain jolting through her throbbing nipple.

       “There then… That’s better.”  The blond smiles, glancing toward the other woman.  “We need to get that tight little pussy of hers ready too!... Don’t we?”  Glancing toward Bonnie, she grins.  “Want to know what’s in store for that cunt of yours too?... I really don’t think you’re going to like it very much!”

Her shoulders painfully bowing back, glancing downward between the hollow of her now taut, discoloring globular mounds, she slowly twists her head from side to side, her eyes darting from one jiggling nipple to the other as they seem to point in virtually opposite directions as the areolas have become large flat ovals spreading outward across her breasts.  “Wha… What?”  She almost reflexively asks in humiliation, fearful of the answer.  “Oh God… What?”

“I… I think we’ll just have to leave that to your imagination.”  The blonde scolds as she clips a leader leash to the chocker collar being applied.  “There!”  She adds.  “Now for the stilettos and slick your hair back and we’re ready to parade you down in front of the guests… Oh, I forgot… The ‘O’ ring too!”

A few more minutes of manipulation, her mind wandering, wondering what pain’s in store for her next, she barely notices the final preparations being completed until the hard rubber bright red ring’s spread between her lips, its black straps fastened behind her neck.  Prepared, finding herself being led down the hallway, the six inch stilettos almost impossible for her to balance in, she feels the blonde’s hands gripping her wrists from behind as the dark haired woman leads her.  Drool already dripping from the corners of her mouth, streaking across, between her naked breasts; she clumsily navigates the staircase down to the foyer, toward a group of formally attired guests obviously awaiting her presence as they mingle, have cocktails in a ballroom, and all with black masks covering their eyes.

Led through the mixed group toward a podium somewhat in the center of the floor and past a setting-up filming crew, she’s assisted up its pair of carpeted steps.  Turned to face the room as her wrists are secured by the dark haired woman to the single post mounted behind her, her ankles are spread with each shackled to an eyehook in the floor by the blond.  Breasts thrust out from her aching torso, staring straight ahead as the group’s drawn around the podium, the lights in the ceiling dim, the shadows encompassing all but the podium with its singular lamp above it still lit.  The room’s even more ominous as the pair of women step aside, leaving her alone with the video gear in motion, filming around her naked body from different angles.

The light from the foyer momentarily blocked, she stares toward the surreal silhouette of a man dressed completely in black as he hesitantly approaches, a flexing riding crop in his left fist.  Stout and muscular, bare-chested with typical leather bondage attire complete with a full black hood, he steps forward silently, the crop flicking back and forth, the ominous swishing cutting through the virtual silence.  The drool a steady, thin streak off her chin clinging to her bare right breast, her eyes widen as he steps closer, toward the edge of the podium to her right.

Unable to make out anything but a glint in his dark eyes behind the hooded mask’s narrow slits, watching as if in slow motion as his right bicep swells while he switches the crop from one hand to the other, she holds her breath at the sight of him ominously bending, bowing the tip completely back to his wrist.  Her eyes glued to the snakelike black leather crop being raised toward the side of her thrust out breast just inches from her jiggling nipple, feeling her heart pounding in her chest, she grunts as her eyes fixate toward his fingertips slipping down the very tip of the crop.  Watching the willowy leather flex, press toward her unprotected breast, she reflexively twitches while fruitlessly trying to somehow shield her jiggling nipple as the bowed crop is scraped across the tip of the nub once, twice, a third time, threateningly, but without yet being released.

Only her breathing, her groans audible, the group huddling close around virtually silent with the exception of an occasional flash of a camera, the hulking man steps back a step, lowers the crop and just momentarily hesitating, slowly steps toward the other side of the podium.  Her widening eyes transfixed, unblinking, staring toward the crop as he again flexes it, swishes it back and forth a couple times in front of her, defensively twisting, her breasts sway, clamped tightly between the leather straps borrowing against her contorting chest.  Her other breast now obviously his target to antagonize her, holding her breath again, twisting her body away as much as allowable by the bindings, still staring directly toward the flexing crop, she moans as he flexes it into an ominous loop, slides the side of the harsh leather back and forth a couple times across that nub, pressing inward, flattening it into the spread areola, her swelling globe.

Again apprehensively watching him sliding the still curled crop away, still threateningly aimed toward her nipple while he drops to his knees in front of her, she frantically mumbles through the gag, more saliva drooling down off her chin, across her sternum.  Shoulders aching, her body tensing, trembling above the small group surrounding the podium as the cameras continue to roll, flash, she shakes her head frantically back and forth as she watches blurry eyed while he sadistically taps the tip of the crop across her shaven pubic mound.  Glaring downward between her quivering breasts, past both nipples somehow puckered, swelling from the harshness of the contact with the crop, she’s unable to see down past the crisscrossing leather straps.  Feeling the flexing tip of the crop slide further downward across her quivering flesh, sadistically tapping back and forth across the puffy folds of her labia, she can only grunt while twisting from side to side.  The crop positioned below her exposed clit, its tip’s slipped further between her thighs, slid an inch or so inside her spreading slit while dragging the nub of her clit with it, once again it’s slid outward, pulled away.

The room still eerily quiet, again just her grunts, the occasional tap of the leather across her bare flesh, hearing it, feeling it, she can’t control the twitching of her thighs, the trembling of her breasts as the dampening leather straps seem to tighten all across her heated, equally damp flesh.  Terrified of being flogged across her already abused vagina, her clit, yet the deliberate teasing of where she’s going to be whipped plays havoc with her thoughts as she feels the twisting, churning in the pit of her stomach, also begins to feels the initial pressure mounting in her bladder as she tries to hold back the urge to urinate.  Her nerves on edge, her eyes burning from perspiration, she repeatedly tries to force her knees together, press her thighs together to protect her vagina from the crop.

Slowly rising from his knees, again he steps back, calculatingly circles the podium until he’s positioned himself behind her, out of her sight.  Somewhat nervous, yet more then enjoying himself, he’s pleased at the unexpected opportunity to punish, humiliate her, to have the power to inflict both physical and psychological pain on her in front of these people, the cameras.  Thinking of the initial video he unexpectedly received, having watched it time and again of her being abused her very first time, glancing at the flexing crop, back again toward her trembling body, so familiar, yet so erotically offered to him, sensing her mounting torment, he’s ready to use the leather on her naked flesh in earnest.

A tap on her left butt cheek, a couple taps on her right butt cheek, watching her twitching with each tap, he pushes the tip of the crop up between her boyish rumps, slips it past the puckered sphincter muscles circling her rectum.   Watching her jerking, trying to tiptoe, if she even could in those six inch stilettos, he listens to her again grunting as he slips the crop slowly back out from between her thighs, taps it straight upward a couple harsh times between the twin folds of her labia.

Twisting her head from one side to the other, back and forth, she’s unable to get a clear view of her tormenter as she feels the leather smack between her thighs, painful flicks of the crop across her vulva.  Still, just momentarily for some reason the thought flashes through her mind that something’s vaguely familiar about him, his stature, his appearance.  Feeling another tap, a harsher flick directed across her clit, she reflexively jerks forward, her thoughts again focused back to the crop.  Her stomach rippling, breathing becoming more difficult as mucus begins to drain from a flaring nostril, she doesn’t notice the blonde approaching until a mask’s slipped across her forehead, down over her eyes.

Blinded by darkness, instantly her fear becomes more of panic as she can’t sense where he is with the crop, the torment quickly magnified by the cloth mask, the unknown.  Her heart picking up a couple beats, again virtually silence, only her rasping breath as she struggles to remain motionless, to stand firm as her ankles twist in the tall spiked heels as her feet seem to spread even wider, her ankles bowing.  Fingers clenching, fists twisting behind her, she tries to grip the post, to remain stationary, to keep her balance.

Getting comfortable in his part, deciding to pick up the pace, exploring her body in a way like he never even imagined before, he flicks a not so light tap across her right nipple causing her to twitch more adamantly.  Another harsher flick across her belly button, her stomach hollows and flexes while her abs ripple as she grunts out loud.  “Oomph!”  A few more seconds of silently waiting, his excitement mounting as his grip tightens on the twitching crop, another snapping flick with just a little more purpose behind it and the tip of the willowy leather smacks across her exposed clit again.  ‘Thwack!’

“Oomph!... Ohh!”

Hearing the leather striking flesh, he eagerly watches her legs appear to uncontrollably jerk as her knees bend defensively inward while she grunts again.  His emotions of raw sexual excitement, his chest pounding, he watches her clit pulse, redden from the harsh leather, listens to her pleading whimpers through the ’O’ ring stretching her lips apart.  Finding himself less nervous, getting into the swing, to be part of another video of her being abused, but mostly of having the authority to actually whip her naked body anywhere and as harshly as he wants, to see the welts, the contortions he’s causing her body to go through, it’s more erotic then he could even fantasize.  Centering himself, snapping a little firmer flick across her left breast, just below the nipple and above the lower leather strap, he’s impressed by the instantaneous red welt as she reflexively jerks, twists and grunts as a stream of drool flings across her bare breasts from the corner of her chin.  Holding back a smile, watching her nostrils flairing, the ‘O’ ring drooling, the tears tracing below the mask, mixing, dripping across her naked breasts, he almost can’t wait for what’s been planned out for her next, to see what she looks like then, but for now just his enjoyment of flogging her, hurting her.

Escalating to what could be considered the beginning of a harsh lashing and her body’s reacting with glistening reddish stripes.  Each calculated stroke, each flick of the crop and her body reflexively responds, flinches, as still most of the sounds besides the occasional taps of leather across her damp flesh are of her whimpers, groans.  Again on the platform alone, she can only wait between lashings, anticipate during the agonizing lull between the swishing, then smacking sounds of the crop as her glistening body shines beneath the overhead lamp.

A couple agonizing minutes pass by without actually being whipped, just teased, the fresh welts burning across her naked flesh.  Hearing, responding to the occasional swishing of the crop as it’s flicked back and forth from different angles around her without making contact, feeling the rushing air of the crop close to her bare flesh, she can’t help continuously flinching, twisting in her confining leather restraints as she gives out one defensive whimper after another while trying to brace herself for the inevitable. 

Handing the crop to the blond, he’s eager for the next stage of her torment to begin.  Stepping onto the platform as the dark haired woman stands beside him on the floor while opening a cellophane package; he accepts a long thin needle of a syringe from her as his hand quivers, almost trembles with anticipation, excitement.  Positioning himself to Bonnie’s right side, his heart pumps as he cups her swelling globe, feels the firm mound fill his hand like so many times before, but under much different circumstances.  Pinching the clear plastic end of the needle, slipping the pointed tip across her flattened, stretched areola, he rests it against the side of her nipple, the razor sharp tip barely sinking into the hardened tan nub. Taking a moment to stare at her breast in his hand, heart pounding in his chest, he can’t believe he’s about to impale her breast.

Finding his involvement in torturing her surreal, feeling his shaft swelling, pulsing, the excitement of being able to stand disguised in front of these people, the cameras, to do things to her that he could only fantasize about doing, and not just pretending and playing out little sexual games, but to virtually  hurt her to any extent he wants, he again glances over her naked, trembling body, her breasts, her shaven pubic mound as she’s bound and offered up to him, totally helpless, at his mercy.  Taking a deep breath, squeezing her breast a little firmer, the nub bulging against the pointed tip, sinking slowly in, he feels her body jerk as a gurgling sound escapes the glistening ‘O’ ring with the continuing drool of saliva.

The pricking sensation resonating in her gripped breast, feeling the excruciatingly sharp tip of the needle probing inward from the side of her nipple, she grunts in her masked darkness as she attempts to brace herself.  Feeling her breast being squeezed even harsher, her welted nipple swelling against the sharp piercing tip, even blindfolded she realizes what’s being done. Helpless to stop it as she twists, jerks and turns as much as she can while still shackled to the creaking post behind her, the pricking of the needle becomes a piercing pain, her breast being twisted, squeezed.  Grunting, she tries to plead through the mouth gag, inaudibly babbles.

The better part of the next minute she feels the pointed tip sadistically probe against, sink painfully into her swollen nipple, pierce the skin and ram inward.  “Aaaagggghhhh!”  Screaming, the needle held stationary momentarily, it’s then slid slowly through, the tip pressing from the inside out of the stretching nub until piercing through the other side, scrapping across the surface of her taut areola.  “Aaaggghhhh!”  Another guttural grunt as she twists her head, feels her heartbeat thumping in her tortured breast as she feels his hand slide away, feels her swollen globe bounce free between the leather straps.

The blood trickling, dripping from her impaled pulsing nipple, her teeth gnawing into the hard rubber ‘O’ ring, her body trembles as she leans forward from the post behind her, her swollen breasts jaunting out from the binding straps.  Her left breast gripped, twisted and forcing her to stand upright, shaking her head abruptly back and forth, grunting, spittle flecking from the gag, her knees bend as the second sharp needle’s probed, presses inward into the edge of the bud of that nipple.  The sharp point sinking inward and held firm momentarily without yet breaking the skin, then deeper into the tan flesh, still not penetrating, she continues to ramble, mutter and unintelligibly plead until finally, a harsh searing jab.  “Oomph!… Aaaaaggggghhhh!!”  The couple inch needle shaft plunging inward, she feels his fingers twisting, probing the plastic end until the needle pierces through the other side, centers across the oozing tip of her breast as urine uncontrollably spurts, dribbles down from between her thighs, dripping across the podium’s floor.

Stepping back a step, glancing down almost transfixed toward her trembling thighs with the tip of her clit exposed between her spread legs, he feels the dark haired woman’s hand touch his.  Turning, glancing down, seeing a third needle, glancing back toward the spread legs, he grips the needle, almost feverishly kneels down in front of Bonnie.  The urge to fuck her, to pound inside her from both front and back’s almost overwhelming as he tugs at her clit, stretches it impossibly outwards as her pubic mound follows his fingers, shoves forward toward him.  Listening to the intoxicating sounds of her whining, her grunts, he gives a twist with his thumb and forefinger to align the tip of the needle against the base of the meaty flesh while his heart pounds in his chest with excitement.

Glancing up toward her quivering breasts, both needles dripping her crimson blood in sporadic droplets, he senses the fear oozing from her perspiring pores, watches her naked body contorting.  Barely probing, wanting her to realize what’s coming, to know she’s helpless, and now doing what was at one time the unimaginable with her, stretching her clit outward even further as her thighs tremble, his own hands quiver with anticipation as he jams the needle inward with a single harsh thrust, completely through in one motion.  Jerking back, he hears her scream, and scream… And scream again.

“Aaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhh!!!... Aaaaaaaagggghhhhh!!!... Aaaaaggggghhhhh!!”  Her body gyrating, flinging back and forth across the front of the post by her shackled wrists behind her back, he jerks his hands away as the tip of the needle impaling her clit jams into her inner thigh.  Her body convulsing, urine spurting, her knees giving out, she slumps forward,  hangs downward by her stretched back arms, quivering, grunting through the red mouth piece.

Another needle handed up to him, leaning toward her, he ignores her near unconscious state and tugs at a fold of her labium and excitedly watches the needle slide through with hardly any resistance.  A twitch or two with a matching grunt as she continues to slump forward and he grips the other fold between his thumb and forefinger and stretches it downward as he’s handed another needle.  Another twitch of her thighs, another raspy grunt from her ‘O’ ring and he slides that needle through the thin flap of flesh and into place between her glistening thighs.

   Into hurting her, humiliating her, the pair of leather attired women helping, next comes the wires, the weights.  One at a time he’s handed a short length of piano wire looped on both ends.  Unhesitatingly slipping the wire though the center of a five pound plain old barbell weight also handed to him, letting it sway free from his hand, he slips the top loop of the wire across her left nipple, between the perpendicular mounted needle, drops the weight.  Handed a second wire, weight, looping it around the needle piercing her right breast, he lifts that weight a little higher before he lets the metal ring drop, clank against the other one as they drag on her nipples, sway across her chest.  Taking it all in, looking over her abused body, what he’s contributed, the satisfactions immeasurable, the whole scenario a sexual fantasy.

Her grunts just constant rasping moans, he continues, does both folds of her labia with the wires, lets them stretch under another set of weights as her body’s arched forward from the mounting strain.  One more wire, one more weight, the most anticipated yet.  Affixed to the needle piercing her clit, dropped from in front of her quivering navel, that weight clanks against the others between her thighs as it stretches her clit downward, tugs it back and forth between her trembling thighs.

Stepping back, watching the accumulated twenty five pounds of clanking weights drag down off the front of her naked body, her bound breasts stretching, her labia folds stretching down four, five inches in length, her clit stretching downward at least two or more while twisting, swaying between her thighs by the curling weight, he reaches across, slips the mask from her swollen eyes as he smiles behind his.  Turning, stepping from the podium, he allows her to hazily stare down across her abused body, past the leather straps, toward her impalements, the attached weights, the whip marks.    

Staring at her tortured body slumped forward as she pitifully moans while barely conscious; he turns and steps down from the podium.  Passing the cameras, the group of people, he stops at the doorway, turns and glances back at the sight of his unfaithful, estranged wife’s naked, contorted body, her eyes swollen, tear filled.  Taking a few moments, staring at her, he can’t wait to get his copy of this new video.

End Part 8