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After a minute, he sat up and pulled out of her pussy and got off of her. For the first time she was able to really see the damage the whip had done. Her breasts were crisscrossed with ugly welts and her tits were turning a deeper shade of purple. She felt that her tits might never be the same again. "Well, you seemed to really enjoy that," Brad said. "You were certainly fucking back." "I just wanted it to be over," she gasped, her throat raw from screaming. "You might want to try and enjoy it," he replied. "It's going to happen five more times. Get used to it." "No, please, it's too much," she said. "I can't take it. I'm just a helpless girl." "Shut the fuck up," Holly said, digging her nails into Kacy's tied-up tits and scratching them. "All girls aren't helpless, just little cunts like you are."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!," Kacy screamed as Holly's nails did their damage. "Why are you doing this to me?," she wailed. "Why do you hate me so much?" "I hate you because you're so damn perfect," Holly hissed. "The perfect little student, the perfect little athlete. Perfect legs, perfect face, perfect pussy. Well, you're not perfect are you? You're stuck here because you couldn't control your horny pussy and I get my chance to make you pay. For all that you have ever done and for what your popular little friends have done."