They whip you
From Create Your Own Story
Status: Scantily clothed and enslaved
As you squirm and struggle with your ankles locked firmly in place, one of your captors brings out a riding crop. You freeze in place, wide-eyed as he rubs the leather tip of the crop against your helpless ass.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you look around at your captors, frantically trying to decide if begging will convince them to forgo the flogging you're sure your about to endure -- or make it worse. The cold steel pressing painfully between your lips is all but forgotten as you weigh your options.
Finally you lick your dry lips, deciding to beg them to be gentle. As you open your mouth you hear a soft 'whssssh' sound followed by a loud 'CRACK', then a fraction of a moment later you scream as you feel a blazing line of pain across both of your helpless ass cheeks.
You're still wailing as the second lash lands, tears welling in your eyes as your scream raises an octave. By the time the fifth lash hits your upturned ass your lungs have run out of air, causing your screams to take a brief pause.
The crook holding the riding crop grins and taps the end against the reddening welts crisscrossing your ass; "Beg for us to fuck you if you want this to stop, whore."
What do you do?
