Charisma & Tiffany Part 4

Tiffany cringed as she heard the cane whoosh through the air. A moment later, the cruel instrument cut a red furrow in the flesh of her buttocks, and she lunged forward in her chains as an intense agony surged through her loins. Shrieking, she collapsed, the chains keeping her from falling, and hung in the tight, iron grip of her fetters, her eyes wide, her mouth gaping, and tears coursing down her face.

Charisma raised the cane again, delivering six more lashes. The cane fell hard and fast, and, one above another, as many parallel lines appeared on Tiffany’s ass cheeks. The shemale lurched in her restraint, wailing her misery. A dreadful, unquenchable agony burned through her bottom. She could feel blood trickling from her lacerated buttocks. She sobbed loudly, unable to repress the need to voice the agony within. Tears ran thick and fast down her contorted countenance.

After a moment, another flurry of lashes rained against Tiffany’s outthrust bottom, and she squealed and shrieked, pain blossoming within her bleeding buttocks. With each stroke of the cane, every new blow aggravated the pain that had ensued from the previous lashes, so that the fiery pain was multiplied six, seven, eight, nine, or ten times. More strokes followed, faster and harder than before, and Tiffany screamed, straining against the fetters that bound her, her face twisted in agony.

Charisma grinned at the sight of Tiffany’s red and purple ass as she crossed the rising welts and spreading bruises with new marks of the lashing cane, and Tiffany leaped and squealed in her chains. Again and again, the cane cut the air--and the flesh of the shemale’s sleek ass cheeks--and still more strokes slashed Tiffany’s squirming bottom. In all, Charisma wasn’t sure how many strokes she’d delivered; she’d lost count somewhere after the thirtieth lash. The shemale’s ass was a sight, though! Pretty as a flower, Tiffany’s bottom was black and blue--all over pink, and red wherever it was not purple. Bruises decorated Tiffany’s silken cheeks, and numerous welts stood in thick, ragged lines. In places, the flesh had been flayed entirely from the shemale’s buttocks, and blood ran down the sleek mounds. Tiffany’s ass was, to say the least, a bloody mess.