He begins working on Tay, and she quickly realizes what he already knows, that Cry will not relieve her. As the whip strikes her faster and harder, her refusal to respond begins to break down. She can't avoid groaning, then yelling curses as he strikes her in a sensitive place, then crying and even screaming. She forgets about her dignity. She forgets about resistance. There is nothing but the terrible lashing of her body taking her out of herself. From the first time he saw her with that amazing waterfall of soft, fine red hair, he dreamed of having her riding him with it falling over his face. Now, as she begins to dance helplessly, she is twisting from side to side. Her hair swings out to the sides, wraps around her and even whips her. He moves into the zone he knows so well, like a precise machine, lashing her on the front and, as she spins away helplessly, on the back as well. He strikes harder and faster but with the deadly accuracy for which he is famous. Even as she moves and writhes, he unerringly strikes the moving targets, picking out a single nipple with the very tip of the leather tongue or a space directly in the center of the space between her thighs, drawing screams from her, making her jump almost off the floor, even carrying Cry with her. Without the slightest mercy, he slowly removes her from all resistance, sliding her down into helpless submission.
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