Marissa knows she should be afraid but she's too far gone to do more than try to focus her eyes on Naiobe as her head is yanked back.  A yelp comes from the boxing of her ears and it lifts into a scream as she lands on her abused back.  She wails pitifully as the whip strikes her chest, making her breasts bounce and dance as it cuts into her pale flesh and streaks her with welts and blood.<br/><br/>Weakly she squirms and lifts her arms, sobbing incoherently under the renewed assault before her body goes limp.  Her arms fall akimbo and she lays before Naiobe, the slight rise and fall of her abused breasts showing that she's still breathing faintly.