The whip struck, first tearing up her dress, then digging deeper until it found flesh. Strike after strike it crisscrossed her back like a map. She was on her knees, curled up like a ball, her screams echoed each...

“So tell me. Are you fucking my husband as well?” Bernice was surprised I was so blunt. She didn't reply but she couldn't help herself. She giggled before looking away. Of course she did. I knew it. Bernice was helping me...

I didn't sleep a wink last night. I tried to lock the door to my room but I couldn't find the key, so I barricaded the entrance with whatever furniture I managed to push against the door. I kept...