((Sorry for the delay))<br/><br/>Madison ~ unsure which would have been safer<br/><br/>The room had whips and god knows what else. Madison swallowed hard as her eyes scanned the room, craning her neck to take everything in. The snap in the air made her jump and soon she wondered if she would have been better off with the damn octopus. No, nothing would be worse than that,<em>then again there were tentacles.</em>She shook her head and groaned, reminding herself that it could have torn her apart.<br/><br/>Pieces of paper flew out and hit her, silent tears sliding down her cheeks. If it could do that to paper wouldn't it do the same to her flesh?<br/><br/>It was strange to feel his hand manipulating and teasing her body, similar to the way he had when they were back at Shaw's when she was expecting to hear the whoosh and feel the sting of the whip.<em>'This is gonna hurt a lot,'</em>Vern told her. Madi already knew that and was bracing herself.<br/><br/>She eyed Moussad as he entered the room and rolled her eyes, damn fool couldn't get anything right. He moved over to her, this fool was going to try and pleasure her while the other beat her senseless.<br/><br/>The foreigner took a handkerchief and talked about cleaning her. Was this fool serious? She bit her lip, stifling the laugh that threatened to come out at Vern's comment.<br/><br/>"You're tongue was the last one there, then I was in salt water," she said quietly, hoping she wouldn't have to feel the rough fabric in her sex. Vern was moving behind her, she knew what was to come next.<br/><br/>Moussad's words didn't soothe her but rather repulse her, she didn't want him in or on her body, but just as everything else had been, it was out of her hands.<br/><br/>The handkerchief felt awful, but the finger on her clit felt amazing, she moaned softly with his mouth on her breast. The mustache and beard scratching against her. A snap brought her back to her senses, she waited to feel the sting but it didn't come until the next<em>snap!</em>Madison was seeing stars with the pain her screams filling the room. "Please! Not again, no please!" she begged.<br/><br/>Moussad's ministrations were lost on her, the burning sensation as it exploded across her back once again. She was a mess and had only been struck a couple times. "Please don't let him fuck me!" she begged Vern, feeling he was a stranger and it would be too much.<br/><br/>They were stripping everything from her like it was nothing. Occasionally she moaned softly the gaps between lashes across her back giving the foreigner's mouth a chance to make her react. Another swish. Another searing shot of pain, followed by another scream. Any response to Vern's query lost in her incoherent cries.