Holly stood helplessly spread-eagle, tied in an X shape with her legs bound to a platform beneath her and her arms reaching up and hooked into wall mounts above her head, like some kind of modern crucifixion pose. Her hips were pressed hard against the cold metal pipe frame that held her in place – it was clear Jessica intended to use this position.
Jessica began by cracking the bullwhip sharply across Holly’s bare buttocks, making the flesh jiggle and jump with each loud smack of leather on skin. She worked up her back next, leaving red welts blooming along those smooth curves like she was branding them to mark ownership over Holly’s body entirely. Then Jessica finally turned Holly around and snapped the whip against her flat stomach.
