#122415 - please! Without saying a word he lets go of her hair, steps back around to her side, trailing the bundle softly over her body, watching her tremble, feeling the slight catch of the thorns as they move over her skin. Not satisfied that her cunt looks as raw as he would have it, he lays several more brutal lashes of the thorny withes across it, the blood flying from the withes making patterns on the walls, floor and ceiling, Enoying the vision of her body jerking and straining against the ropes binding her to the stool, he smiles to himself and wonders how much more this whore can take. With the same, wickedly sharp blade her clothes are also savagely cut from her, not without a few more nicks over her tender nubile body, which only serve to enhance the sight of her standing there with hands bound behind her, tears streaming, her sobs hard and catching in her throat.