There was something in the scream of a girl's voice that he loved. That note of fear, the spark of helpless distress that only he could control. It appealed to him - excited him even - to have that control over her. It was quite the rush to feel like he had so much control, and that was while she resisted.<br/><br/>"I could have you stripped and beaten in a heartbeat, Whore. Do you really think saying no is going to preserve your pathetic dignity?" His head swung in answer to his own question. He completed his circuit of her and came to stand in front of her, resting the whip across the borderline-exposed top of her creamy tits.<br/><br/>He knew it wasn't the same. Raping her would satisfy his more primal urges... but that was nothing like as fun as owning her like some sort of pet-cum-plaything. She, though, would be scared enough to believe in his threat, especially once he tapped the top of her tits with a curt but light little whip. "Quickly, before I change my mind and tear them from you. Who knows how long it might take until I buy you replacements?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>